Elizabeth
***Mistral*** 


The baking heat of the desert was already whittling Mistral's patience, and the blasé air of the Sandwing vendor only continued to frustrate her. 

"Please, just look upon it! It was given to me by another Sandwing. At *Least* Tell me what you'd pay for it!" Her voice cracked with growing distress. The desert was hot and sparse of fulfilling meals. Mistral's tongue went dry within hours of stepping out into the sun, and her stomach turned with want. She needed a least a few coins to buy fresh meats and spiced fruits. Dried camel jerky and bitter cactus just wouldn't do. 

"Look, I already told you, the things barely worth a single sniff. And the rubies are *Fake.* So take it and go, *Icewing.* You're holding up my business." 

"There's hardly business about," Mistral scoffed, only withering a little when the Sandwing appraiser gave her a harsh glare. "Please, sir, I'll give it for a palmful of coins at this point, won't you just-" 

The Sandwing slammed his claws on the desk Mistral's claws fumbled over, his glare piercing through her scales. "I ain't no sir, and you ain't no customer. For the last time, *Bugger off!*"
Gary
***Aureola/Aldith***


Stalking through the marketplace streets the large cloaked dragon made its way toward a pawning stall, majority of what it could see around happened to be sandwings and other such dragons, but the glittering scales of an *Icewing* Is what caught its attention. 
It only scoffed underneath the painted skull it adorned as a mask, a necklace of teeth strung around its neck with a sandy colored tattoo sleeved on its arm, oddly giving off the faintest glow. 

"The sandwing told you, you aren't wanted here for business. Scram icewing." Its voice came out rather harsh and blunt as it practically shoved the other aside to conduct its business. "What'll you take for these." 

It turned its attention to the sandwing behind the counter, having pulled random pieces of jewelry from its bag and laid them out across the countertop carelessly. Made from silver and simple gemstones, the jewelry wasn't expected to fetch a high price, simply looking for the coin to purchase some.. Tools.
Elizabeth
***Mistral*** 


She jumped back slightly, appalled by the Sandwing's display of aggression, and then by the sudden stranger that rudely interrupted. 

Mistral's wing shot out, placing a harshly reflective and scaly barrier between the interaction. 

"Excuse me!" She huffed loudly, glittering frostbreath joining the words that left her maw. "I was here first! Can't you take yourself somewhere else? I'm trying to sell this!" 

Her brow furrowed, pupil-less eyes training on the hooded figure. Well! It seemed the company in this dusty town was just as abrasive and unbelievable as the heat of the desert. There was no hair nor hide of general manners and common decency under any grain of sand in this deplorable lump of sandstone buildings!
Gary
***Aureola/Aldith***


The very second it felt cold scales snap against its scales as her wing shot out, its head recoiled back and snapped toward the icewing with smoke beginning to escape its nostrils.

"Touch me again and the next cloak I wear will be made from the very scales on your back." It snarled and narrowed its eyes, despite only being able to see out of one. 

"You *Very* Clearly don't have any proper business here, better take it elsewhere before I drag you out of here myself." Its voice raised only slightly, an assertive tone taking foot as it completely turned its attention to the icewing, tail lashing and occasionally flicking sand into the air. 

"Assuming you're some stuck up noble prick? Not used to not getting your way? This merchant clearly doesn't want your *Fake* Item." It added and near immediately the spikes along its back raised, lifting the cloak ever so slightly but not enough to allow it to fall off.
Elizabeth
***Mistral*** 


By now, Mistral would have been long gone. By now, she would have decided the interaction would have gotten too aggressive, too hostile. By now, she would have mumbled her apologies and slunk away, to do her business elsewhere. 

Maybe it was the heat of the day and her utter impatience for everything that had happened that day, but Mistral had had enough. 

"Well, I *Never*-!" She hissed, claws resting over her chest as her snout wrinkled angrily. "*'Noble prick-!*' I'll have you know I was here *First!* I was haggling prices *First!* Your ill-mannered self barged in on my conversation and threw - admittedly *Filthy* - sorry excuses for a profit! So *Shoo*! Away!"
Gary
***Aureola/Aldith***


It's eyes went wide before with a sudden and swift movement it grabbed her arm and yanked her toward itself, at this point it was fed up too, having nearly ripped its mask off its face and stared her dead in the eyes, as if it was looking through her very soul. 

"You think i'll take some sass from you? You're lucky we're in public, i'd have choked the life outta you by now. You'd have been dead minutes ago.." It lowered its voice down to nearly a whisper to where only she could hear, its snout mere inches from hers as its grip on her arm stayed firm. 

It snatched its dragon skull 'mask' from the countertop and slipped it back on, it could feel stares and hear the mumbles from others around them, then again it wasn't often conflict brewed in Possibility. 

"So, here's a little proposal, if that merchant says he'll take your faked jewels, then I'll think about not killing you where you stand. Ever heard the story of *Battlewinner?*"
Elizabeth
***Mistral*** 


"You don't scare me." She huffed, swatting away the dragon's talon. She purposefully curled her claws slightly as she did such, ensuring she would leave small cuts over the stranger's claws. 

She lifted her wing, opening the cover of a sizeable satchel and dumping her belongings inside. 

"May your coin pouch forever be weightless," Mistral hissed at the appraiser, then looked towards the stranger. "And may *Your* Life forever be cold and lonesome!" 

She spat at the sand next to the stranger's foot, the saliva flash-freezing over the sand. Mistral then turned away, storming down the small street. 

She was sick of this town! By next morning, she'd be out of the sand of Possibility. She'd take all her *Expensive* Things and fly right out. 

Only... Did her satchel feel just a little lighter than usual?
Gary
***Aureola***


Aureola only stared as she swatted its talon away, not even reacting to the small cuts along its claws. It clutched a luxurious necklace within its talon hidden behind its cloak, a small grin tugging at the corners of its jaws. 

"Thanks, really helped me out there." Aureola spoke toward the sandwing and pulled the hood over its head and shoved the necklace into its own bag. 

The sandwing only nodded in response to its comment and the hybrid simply gathered what it left on the counter and slithered off down the street without much haste or care. Sure, thievery wasn't really the best thing, but it was definitely deserved for that stupid icewing. 

Its mother should be proud when it brings this back, she'd finally see it for what it's worth, perhaps it could say it bought it for her, telling your mother you stole from someone probably wasn't the best idea. Especially with a mother like Onslaught.
Dustin
She snarled as she spun around, cold talons kicking up sand. 

"That *Thieving wretch!*" Mistral howled, galloping down the walkway with frostbreath spilling from her mouth. She glided past passersby, clawing her way towards the hooded figure. She pushed herself into the air, her wings overshadowing its cloak as she dove for it. 

"Give it back!" She shrieked as her serrated claws closed on the stranger's cape, tearing holes into the worn fabric. "Give it back this instant!"
Gary
***Aureola/Aldith***


Aureola snickered at the sound of her howls of rage, this wasn't the first time it had to deal with someone figuring out its antics. As it spotted her wings shadowed along the ground around it, her eyes sparkled with a sheen of mischievousness. 

It snarled and as soon as her claws tore into its cloak it snatched her wrist and yanked her forward, its free talon wrapping around her throat to then slam her into the sand as its tail lashed rather violently. 

"Aww what's wrong icewing? Lose something?" It purred and further tightened its grip, teeth bared into a wild grin as it stared down at her with almost feral eyes. It wasn't very often it got the chance to end a life, but if the time came.. Ohohoh it would *Not* Leave fate hanging.

"I won't be giving you *Shit*, I *Need* This. You, clearly do not. With your 'wah wah, some hybrid stole my necklace' and that *Stupid* Face of yours, lucky I didn't crush your windpipes the second you tore my cloak."
Dustin
Her anger flared even more. Her muscles aches with burning adrenaline, and although the heat of the desert had long left her weak, she had still found the strength to push back against the stranger's advances.

"How would *You* Know what I needed?" She hissed before dropping her jaw. Before the next breath even left her throat, she could tell her next attack would do little to stave off the thief. 

Instead of her frostbreath coming out as a fatal, freezing cloud, it hit the stranger's face as a shockingly cold, blinding mist. By no means would it hurt, it seemed, but to some degree it could distract. And perhaps that was for the better; a diversion was better than a death. 

Taking her opportunity to further distract her attacker, she pummeled her hind claws into its belly, trying to force it upward while her wings cracked against its head and her claws grabbed greedily for her stolen necklace. 

She would admit defeat. Not this time.
Denise
"I could tell you're a noble from *Miles away!* You don't need some necklace, you've probably got plenty up in your stupid noble mansion!" It shouted and could hear in the distance the shouting of guards closing in on them. As soon as her jaw dropped its eyes went wide, knowing the dangers of frostbreath especially on that of a fire breather, before it had enough time to react the shock of frost hit its face and went straight to its eyes causing a roar of ager and clenched its talon harder around her throat, that was until its grip was forcefully removed by a powerful kick to the belly. The hybrid stumbled back off of her and tried rubbing away the cold from its face, doing its best to not react to the kick despite the ache of it hurting like a bitch. 

It could feel her claws searching it and tried its best to fend her off to keep ahold of the necklace, it took in a deep smokey breath as a eerie glow radiated from its throat and mouth, preparing to fire. 

Before it could even fire, it felt talons wrap around its jaws and slam them shut, the weight of two dragons throwing it aside and restraining it in the sand. "Break it up you two! What in the moons is going on here!?" A sandwing roared, anger clear in his voice as the two guards held Aldith down while the others scrambled to get ahold of Mistral.
Dustin
Mistral scrambled to her feet, hind legs scuttling to get away while her front talons groped for the necklace. 

She was quickly pinned to the hot sand, letting out a long hiss and pointing to the stranger. 

"It *Stole* My necklace! *My* Belongings! Someone arrest it or - or *Something*!" 

She wriggled and writhed, staring daggers into the stranger's face, which she could see slightly better now that it was on the ground. 

It had a Nightwing curve to its nose, but the points and sharp angles of its nostrils and cheekbones rivaled that of an Icewing's. But the blue hue of color it donned...

Was it some sort of hybrid? Mistral supposed that might not be very uncommon around these parts. Back home, there was neither hide nor hair of any other tribe. No one could survive the cold of the North. 

So she had seldom seen anyone else, let alone a *Hybrid*. Or a hybrid that could be *Nightwing.* She'd heard scary things about that tribe.
Denise
The hybrid snarled as she pointed towards it, attempting to shout only to have its jaws shoved to the sand to prevent possible attack via fire. 
"Would someone keep that dragons mouth shut! We don't need a death!" The seemingly commander of the guards snapped and near immediately one of the guards pulled out some sort of muzzle and with some struggle managed to get it on the hybrid. 

Smoke poured from its nostrils as it eyed the sandwing with rage, how *Dare* They muzzle it!? "Yeah, this idiot comes around here often, picks fights or steals. Haven't been able to catch it until *Now*." The sandwing snapped and jabbed a talon toward the hybrid who hissed at him in response. 

Aldith's spikes rattled dangerously as its tail flicked back and forth despite being held down into the sand to prevent injury from the spikes. 
"I ain't.. Givin up this stupid icewings necklace! We *Need* It!" It howled and thrust its head backwards to the sandwing above it, hitting him in the face with the muzzle and throwing him off as he clutched his bleeding face with a cry of pain. 

"Get back on the ground right now!" The commander shouted and with a quick swing of his barbed tail cracked it against Aureola's head, knocking it back to the ground in a daze. 

"Now, what's this necklace look like."
Dustin
She stepped forward, lifting the necklace that was half buried in the sand during the scuffle. 

"Had you merely asked, I might've spared a coin, if I could get around to selling it!" Mistral huffed breathlessly. She clutched the jewelry tightly to her chest, the glittering rubies and bronze framework contrasting her colorless scales. 

The necklace was payment from a message she had hurried to the desert to deliver, and the Sandwing had seemed a little pitying towards Mistral, with what her expression in the blazing heat seemed to look like. 

"Theft doesn't look good on you, stranger. I suggest a more *Dignified* Line of work."
Denise
Aureola snarled as she stepped forward and lifted the necklace from the sand, immediately trying to reach for it only to get its talon thwacked by the sandwings tail, hissing at him with little care of consequence. 
The dragon skull it wore upon its head had cracked, right by the left eye where the sandwings barbed tail smashed against it, surprisingly not shattering the older worn down skull.

The sandwing only rolled his eyes at the comment from Mistral, it was common for there to be some sort of backtalk when the other couldn't reply. "Alright, alright, get on with your business. As for you, *Aldith*, you get to keep that muzzle on. Now get off the damned nightwing before it kills you." The commander ordered to the other guards and near instantly the others clambered off the hybrid and stepped back as it rose to its feet, lightly tugging at the muzzle with a small grumble.