Rayra had a tighter grip this time, and was moved along with Drake as he gave his friend's face another sensual lick. He was sleeping well...<br/>~~~<br/>Diarow dropped from the tree to take the sword. Looking over it carefully, his gaze became one more of recognition. "It's definitely got something draconic about it. I want to say that it's mostly steel─the ordinary earthen metal─but has in it dragon claws and perhaps scales. This blade has been exposed to much dragon blood, which always had a lasting effect on weaponry and the like. The sword is magic; can you read the runes on it?" The demon glanced over the markings quickly: they were a bit sloppy, as runes were slowly being forgotten and used and made with less percision than what is preferrable, but most of them were comprehensible enough to someone with knowledge regarding such things...<br/>~~~<br/>"I take it you wouldn't let me over power you? It would only take a moment to confirm my domination over you..." Fissure replied, bright flames licking at his tongue. He was of noble blood, being the son of Draknar the Fickle (a dragon tyrant/patriarch of old). Of his specific breed of dragon, he was the last, and his formal title was Fissure [Draknarson] the Great Black Dragon. "As it is, I have no quarrel with you, Shadow; I merely think you look very appealing, and easilly good enough to eat..." Like Diarow, and in any case, Rayra, Fissure was bisexual. Overall, he was indiscriminate toward the genders, being that he based his ideals on the things that appealed to him, and didn't often hesitate to partake in the sins of the flesh. If someone he mated with happened to be female, he devoured them without fail, since he did not relish the prospect of having offspring of any sort...<br/><br/>(( Yay for digression! ^.¥.^ ))