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sons, daughters, you've been made not to fade

WHO: DRAGONS OH BOY. aka Aurican and Khisanth!
WHERE: SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY
WHEN: tonight
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Those conveniently color coded dragons meet up and do like good and evil tend to: not get along very well.
FORMAT: quicklog

[ She never wants to go to France again. It had taken entirely too long for herself, Parker, and Isaac to get back again, and she's more than had her fill of traveling. Unfortunately she still has to return to her swamp, but... well, she's going to put that off for a few days. She can survive in the City until then.

And first on her list of things to do, while she'd procrastinating on the return flight home, is to revel in the fact that she can finally take her true shape again, without being diverted to the form of a small dog. Man that had been annoying.

So Khisanth is currently a dark shadow perched at the edge of a 10 story building, wings folded to her sides, and simply enjoying the evening. And she'd made sure to find herself a meal outside of the City, so as not to be tempted by the smells of the City's most populous creature. She's really not feeling keen on another confrontation with anyone who might object to her picking off humans for dinner. ]

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[ Aurican took his time in exploring the city, both on the ground as a human and in the sky as a dragon. This City is an absolute maze and while it is painful to look at, the sheer details and the planning of the city must be something that is very intricate.

Swooping down on a particular large building that can hold his weight, he perched precariously on the ledge, right across from Khisanth. He has not seen her as the other buildings blocked her from his sight, but as he settled down, he quickly realize he isn't alone.

Swinging his head, he spots a black dragon - the very kind that he and Darlantan has slain not too long ago. He stills, looking at her intently. ]

[ she's aware of him immediately, of course. She's usually the only creature this large in the skies, how could she not be? And so orange eyes are instantly tracking his progress, watching him descend, but without hostility. N'ton and Lioth, she thinks at first, back from where ever the Porter had sent them.

But... no. This dragon's wings are all wrong, more like some aquatic creature's fins than her own batlike wings. And his scales aren't bronze, they're... golden. And he's larger than Lioth had been, even larger than herself.

It's this last fact that finally snaps her out of her curiosity, and into a guarded wariness. She's never met any of the metallic dragons of her world. She need not jump to conclusions about this one, he could be from somewhere where golds are perfectly civil. She eyes him, wings half mantled and body poised to move. Either forward, to attack, or backward, to escape. She's not sure which yet. ]

You look out of place. [ Rumbled in the draconic tongue, which even the dragons from other worlds had understood. ]

[ Aurican stares at her evenly, coiled and poised to any attack she choose to lash out. Of course, she has the advantage of magic and he does not, so he must be prepared for any headway for escape . . . or battle. He understands her perfectly and responds in kind. ]

One can say the same for the same for you, being in a world dominated by machines and humans.

[ She still can't tell if he's from Krynn. Is she supposed to hate this dragon, or not? She can feel her heart pounding a little faster, and black claws clutch at the face of the building below her. Should she attack? Would she somehow just know if this were a child of Paladine's?

—Which is when another piece of the puzzle presents itself, and she silently curses herself for not having thought of it immediately. That human she'd met, Aurican, the cleric of Paladine. Or what she'd thought was a cleric of Paladine. The green dragon she'd met had been able to take the shape of an elf, she can take any shape she likes, why wouldn't a gold turn into an old man?

Her eyes narrow, but she's completely still and taunt otherwise. ]

Aurican.

[ A human woman who comes from his future, from the opposite sides of the war of the gods - yes, that came to him as well. A black dragon from his future. A future that his kin and allies have clearly won in the war that Crematia started, but only for Takhisis to work her treachery again, creating more wars in the next thousand years. ]

Khisanth.

We've finally meet.

[ It is. Her connection was correct (probably mostly thanks to Vic's attempts to make her actually think—not that she has time to think about that now). Her head drops a little lower, instinctively guarding her long neck just a little more closely.

Does she attack? She should. She's certain Takhisis would prefer she fly at him in a truly impressive rage, ripping and tearing until there wasn't a single gold scale left intact. But... Takhisis hasn't been a concern of hers for over a year. She should hate him, he's a metallic—he's also the only other being she's ever seen here from Krynn.

Her tail thrashes once, and a few indecisive quivers run down her body, but she doesn't attack. Or speak. She's mostly just looking conflicted, actually. ]

[ He notice the conflicted expression on her face - a strange expression for a wyrm of the Dark Queen. He's honestly confused as to why she seems hesitant, as any chromatic dragon would be jumping at the chance to fight their lifelong nemesis. Why? It is not like them to be considering anything else but their Queen and Mother's demands and philosophy. ]

Are you considering to resume the practices of home, now that I am here? To wage war in a world that there are no gods, no Abyss or Dome of Creation?

[ He speaks, and she's reminded that this isn't just some gilded statue, this is a gold dragon. An enemy. A growl slips out at the sound of his voice, but she cuts it off, forces herself to straighten. (Fire could blast toward her at any moment, she needs a barrier, she needs to be prepared to dodge, escape--) ]

Why bother? Even if I decided to kill you, this world would be no more mine than it was yesterday. Humans reign here.

[ She's still not settled on a course of action, but she is sure that the right approach is feigned (or not) disinterest. If she's going to fight a gold dragon, it's not going to be from the front, in an honest attack. That would be ridiculously unwise. ]

Your mother would think otherwise. You are the descendant of Corrozus and the Dark Queen, a child of a god and something god-made. One can make the argument that you have the element of dominion in your blood.

[ Aurican's gold eyes are piercing, taking in every detail, every movement she makes. ]

So why haven't you?

[ Corrozus. There's a dim memory of that, somewhere in the back of her mind, from stories told to her by the creature that had cared for her as a wyrmling. Aurican may just be old enough to have known Corrozus. The wariness hasn't faded, nor has the stirrings of a lust for battle, but there's an interest there now too. ]

Tell me what you know about Corrozus.

[ She's avoiding the question. Likely a tactic to distract him. His tail slowly thudded, like a cat would. However, he sees little harm in talking of ancient history. His eyes narrow, muscles coiled and ready. ]

The first black dragon, formed in Takhisis' image. When the Sons of Takhisis rose to war, they attacked the Daughters of Paladine, and Corrozus was the one who slain Querrasian, the first copper dragon. It was said he wore a necklace of copper scales as a trophy. In the end, he was killed by Aurora, the first gold, by fire and fang.

[ She's smiling, something sharp and toothy, to hear of it. Even to hear of Corrozus's death. He may have been the first black dragon, but the only black dragon Khisanth truly cares for is herself. More important than solidarity is the thought of such world-shaking battles.

And then she recalls just who she's having this conversation with. (Why is it so easy to lose track of that?) She's tensed again, still readied. ]

How old are you?

Old. I might have gone through a millennia, but I never had a way to tell time when I was young.

[ He spent a thousand years in the grotto without seeing the sun, he really has no idea. ]

And of you?

[ A millennia? He doesn't look it. Pteros had been just under a thousand years old, but that was only because the Sleep had granted him more years, and he was feeble and flabby when she first found him.

She's not sure if she should be amazed or skeptical, but she is sure that she won't be answering. She has no idea what her age is, but she knows she's spent no more than six of her years conscious. ]

Look at us. Chatting like old friends. [ There's a toothy grin in place as she says it, and her body takes on a bit more of a comfortably looping curve. ] There's something wrong with this picture, don't you think?

[ She's half honestly asking it, even as it's out in a teasing purr. They are supposed to be at each other's throats, aren't they? ]

I prefer talking over risking setting this land on fire or drenched in acid. We are children of the gods, power is our natural element.

And as I much as I dislike your kind, I don't see a reason to resume any fighting.

[ He replies just as breezily as he gave a pause, then added: ]

Unless you give me one.

[ Don't see any reason for fighting? That's an unexpected answer, and it drops her straight back into confused hesitation again. But... but it could be a trick. No one had ever told her if golds were known for scheming or not, but she decides not to trust the answer anyway.

Gods, this is confusing. ]

I've lived here for more than a year. I've learned the best ways to avoid unpleasant situations with the locals and imPorts alike, and those ways don't include burning or melting large parts of the City.

[ This disinterest in fighting may not wholly acted anymore. There's definitely some truth in her words, as she would really like to avoid being locked away again. ]

Very wise.

[ Due to Aurican awful lack of understanding sarcasm, it's hard to tell if he's being genuine or being rather dry with her. ]

Takhisis' philosophies have never been practical.

[ YEP HE WENT THERE. ]

[ OH NO HE DIDN'T. Her eyes narrow, and-- what if he's trying to get her to attack first? She wouldn't expect a dragon to be privy to how human laws work around here, or to need to depend on them to settle disputes, but she knows next to nothing about metallics. It could be bait.

So in a second she relaxes, folding her wings calmly into her body. She's not going to fall for that. ]

Takhisis is just as absent from this realm as Paladine is.

[ While it is true that Aurican isn't familiar with the laws of this land, he does now that laws - just laws, anyway - have a process to prune out the scrabbles among the true crimes. He simply has to learn how the law is being processed here. ]

Fortunate as we are that we don't have to be their soldiers.

[ Aurican loves Paladine, but he makes no qualms to the fact while he is a beloved child of Paladine, he is a soldier as well, willing to slay evil wherever he sees.

Wherever he sees. ]

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[ She can admit that she's not about to start any wars for Takhisis, but she's not about to claim being glad about it. That's just a little too far for her pride to manage. ]

Fortunate for you, maybe. I'd always heard that metallics were a cowardly lot.

If you confuse of being merciful for cowardice, then I'm afraid you have a lot to learn on the true meaning of bravery.

[ But then, she never will understand.

Chromatics never do. ]

And if you consider not fighting me an act of mercy, then you have a lot to learn on the nature of Corrozus's descendants. And on the best and brightest of them, in particular. [ Oh yeah, she's humble.

Her wings half unfurl, but she knows better than to use her favorite exit strategy with this one. Leaping straight toward people that she isn't allowed to kill to make them cringe and duck, only to fly harmlessly overhead, may work well in most cases, but she'd really rather not get a faceful of fire for her efforts. ]

We'll meet again, gold.

[ She's leaping into the air with that, spiking about sharply to wing in the opposite direction. ]

[ Aurican cannot help himself but smile humoringly at her boasting, mainly because it is so draconic and true to their kind - all dragons, including himself, feel that way to themselves. ]

We shall.

[ He watched her fly away into the darkening sky, her scales blending her into the emerging night. As soon as he can tell she is not going to swoop back ot teleport back for a fight, Aurican leaps and climbs into the air, his scales gleaming by the City's lights like a piece of a sun has fallen from the sky. ]

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