Zoticus had blacked out before he came in contact with the land. The force of impact caused a sizable trench to be made, following the momentum of his fall. The ancient dragon remained where he was for a long time before he stirred. Raising his head, the aches of his body were made known and a groan escaped his throat. Pulling himself upright, he staggered towards a pool of water, drinking deeply from the cool depths. His wounds would heal in time, what he feared was what would happen should his brother choose to follow. Glancing towards the sky, no sign of the mighty dragon could be seen -- but that didn't mean he wasn't there. Zoticus lowered himself to the ground, willing his body to heal and his strength to return.<br/><br/>Thanatos was beyond pleased with himself. He had finally injured his brother enough to cause some serious damage. Pridefully he watched Zoticus fall, watched as the strength left him, forcing him into his mortal form. As the light dragon's body disappeared from view a thought struck his mind. What if he were to follow his brother? Strike him while he was down? True, the two could never truly die but putting the other out of commission for a while would prove who the better of the two was. That dark was superior to light. With a flick of his tail, Thanatos dived after his fallen brother, feeling his body change until he was within the mortal realm. He could faintly sense his brother's life force and followed it like a bloodhound to a small island. Thanatos laughed and landed on the far side of the island, disappearing within the shadows cast by the trees, his laugh echoing faintly before that too disappeared.