Victor
Galah sat staring down at the river, eyebrows furrowed as he watched the water run downstream and lap up at rocks that peaked out of the surface. He had been *Trying* To catch a fish for longer than he would like to admit - every time one came along, despite his eyes focused right on it, his talons would *Just* Miss it. At best he'd managed to cut the tail fin of one. He was determined, though. He was 6, afterall! He needs to be able to catch prey on his own already! Of course, there *Were* Classes he could take on hunting, but he would rather die before taking another additional class. He had enough wrong with him, he didn't need to be a bad hunter too. His tail waved behind him, bracing himself as he spots a particularly delicious looking lone fish. The dragonet lowers his head, tenses his shoulders and readys his claws before leaping at it. The fish flailed desperately under his talons, held flush to the rocky bottom of the river, Galah was shoulder deep in the water and awkwardly held his head up above it. He had caught it.. But.. How exactly was he supposed to actually get it out of the water? If he let go, it would just swim away, but his talons were positioned in a way that only held it down, they didn't have any grip on the fish. He let out an annoyed huff, some smoke coming out of his nose with it. He awkwardly attempted to pull his upper half back onto land while still holding the fish down by digging his back legs into the ground and pushing. It was a very unnatural position, and it dragged the fish cruelly through the sharp rocks, but eventually he pulled the fish onto land and was able to let go of it. He watched as it flopped around on the grass, bloody and scratched up from the rocks he'd slid it on. He'd done it! Hah! His eyes shone with pride as he leaned down and took the fish into his mouth and ate it.
Diane
Excuse me while I die from how long that is /lh/pos
Gordon
LOLOL I CAN DO SHORTER ONES TOO BUT for openers i like it to be long
Diane
SJBFSDFHBS FAIR ENOUGH
Jeffery
The snow-tipped mountains that ranged along the river proudly announced their altitudes, its bragging nothing compared to the altitude of the IceWing Kingdom, unless it was a competition for spikes- then again, both the dragons and the natural formation of icicles seemed to modestly present itself. Nevertheless, Iceberg didn't miss the gratitude of blending colours, from dew swept grass to the stony blues of the mountainside, at times it felt perhaps grander places could be sought outside endless winters. Widespread plains and too curious eyes can reach many by word, so despite the wonder loosening his shoulders, he knew he couldn't stay long, especially with the violent thrashing making him flinch, paranoia and dread uncomfortably settling in his scales, a hiss escaping his maw.

Something- some*One* In the river, about torso deep peering down at something. Perhaps prey? Reddish scales indicated they were a SkyWing, especially the curve of their horns. His heart tightened at the purplish red. He had seen a SkyWing like that before- the warmth of his shop, the crackling of fire and the smile, pointed but genuine. The blazing fire and furred carpets making him uncomfortable, but intrigued, he remembered. There was also his words and flame, things he'll never forget for all the wrong- or perhaps best reasons.

Silence kept his maw tightly clamped, eyes aware and posture rigid. He carefully watched, spiked tail curling around one of his hind legs, crouching as if the grass would camouflage his white and grey scales. If he left now, perhaps he wouldn't be noticed, but faint memories of schooling taught SkyWing's had great sight- or was it just flight? Either way, he knew he couldn't out-fly a SkyWing, even if his wing wasn't weak.

As the SkyWing ate, he found himself wondering when his last meal was. Stabs of hunger hadn't spiked into him, or perhaps he was used to a subtly in hunger, the fish an unfortunate reminder of it. Tilting his head, he tried to examine the food from afar, to see if there was anything else, but over the reeds and fish lying low, he couldn't spot the glimmer of scales a fish would produce in the glistening sunlight of the day. 

Debating his options, he slowly approached, dew sweeping onto his legs. He growled softly toward the SkyWing before quickly glancing toward the steady flow of water, never keeping his eye on it too long incase the SkyWing tried something, unlikely as it may be. Behind the caution in his eyes, there was something else, something innocent unless explored, until they know too much. 

Perhaps he should speak, but he hadn't in such a long time. With no need to, and speech giving way for others to recognise, he'd rather stay quiet. Plus, oftentimes he just... Forgot.
Victor
His ears pricked towards the distinct sound of dragon footsteps and the drag of a tail behind them. He flared his wings slightly as he whipped his head to the unfamiliar dragon. An IceWing? What would an IceWing be doing in SkyWing territory? Did he come alone? He peered behind the dragonet, relieved to find he wasn't travelling with anyone. Not only was he alone, but this IceWing seemed passive and quiet, so he had confidence he could get the authority in this interaction, as such Galah responded to the other dragonet's inoffensive growl with a hiss.

"What's an IceWing doing on SkyWing territory?" He asked, tail lashing behind him.
Jeffery
He flinched back as he flared his large wings, pinning his own to his body, sharp claws digging into the soft soil. He kept his head high 

He didn't figure the dragonet to be patriotic at first, but then again, this was a SkyWing. He growled lowly in response to the SkyWing's inquiry, eyes narrowing. Normally he'd back away, but this dragonet seemed to be his age, perhaps more mature- then again, he didn't know how healthy he was compared to himself.

Knowing silence wouldn't be an answer, especially to impatient tail lashing, he cleared his throat underneath his growl and spoke a vague truth. "Looking for food," He notioned to the river with his eyes. He was tempted to say something else, perhaps abit witty, but caution clamped his jaw shut once again.
Victor
He followed the other dragonets gesture to the river and huffed, narrowing his eyes at it. "Well, you probably won't have much luck here. The fish in this river are basically escape artists." He informed him, shaking his arms of water from when he was partially submerged just moments earlier. "You'd be better off trying to catch something like a raccoon."