William
Psst- may I see your oc by chance
Brian
*Ah right library- yes, but he might knock over some shelves*

*Dunno if I'm allowed sending pics in here*

*But yeah that's him, a shelf himself*
William
``` Begin Roleplay | Morning, gentle sunlight, no clouds, Library only having one dragon in it at the moment but soon more to come ```
Brian
-._-. Nah this cap-
Gary
Why always picking on me-
Brandi
The female was currently strolling through the isles of books. Her tail sways right to left as her eyes trail over the isles. The silkwings wings wouod gently flutter at her side before her talon lifted up and grabbed a certain book. It was that was written by a well known author.

As she smiled at the pages, The silkwing made her way down the isles and to a small table at which she sat at. Her blue colorful scales shimmered in the light of the sun which was pouring in from the windows. Her yellow spines moves with her body along with her antennae. Nice weather. She had sensed it much early in the day.

The female was smaller then the average silkwing, in fact she was noticeably smaller. Probably one of the smallest dragons one could find and yet she was 8 years old in Dragon years. Basically an adult at this point. With her tail flicking, her talons trailed over the pages when she opened the book.
Jean
The library existed in total silence, which wasn't unusual for such weather conditions. Dragons obviously wanted to spend time outside either enjoying some kind of entertainment or simply sunning themselves in the park. The sun wouldn't be a pain today as well, despite the clear sky the sunbeams where just warm enough to not cause a heat wave but gently tickle your scales. Yes- it was a beautiful quiet atmosphere to spent a day reading all by yourself in a swept empty library.

Unfortunately nothing g lasts forever- and so didn't the silence. Menelaus would jump off the lines as sudden thuds not only echoed unpleasant through the walls of book shelves, but also caused the floor to gently vibrate. Clearly this must've been the start of some fictional horror disaster, where some evil being decides to end the life of its prey which just happened to be alone with no one in reach. All imaginary- it was still a dragon and not some terrifying monster, a nightwing in fact- but *Monster* Would more likely fit the physique this dragon had.

Ginormous wings tried to fit in between the shelves, wide shoulders struggling to press themselves through the corridors and arms unnaturally curved and veined. The unpleasant intruder of peaceful silence didn't even bother to inspect the place for any other dragons- being totally focused on collecting certain books while wandering from shelf to shelf, having apparently no struggle to hold all these books with one arm.