Shadow flinched alittle as fissures tougue rolled across his face. He wanted to move his face back but did not want to anger the massive dragon. Even though he was a proud creature, he did not want to die by the hands of another great black dragon, could he consider this an honor that such a magnificant creature was doing this to him? He amnaged to snap from his thought and his body heat increased causing fissures saliva to dry up on his scales, his heat lowered. "that means...possibly a millenia? or maybe more? no wonder you are Fissure the great black dragon." Shadow remembered stories and lore about fissure and until this confrontation, he now knew he was talking to a magnificant beast, no, something that can be considered a god...<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>MArk knew Diarow was thinking hard about it, such a material his pendant was made from and plus the ancient runes on the sword would be impossible for anyone else. He waited patiently for an answer looking at the others, seeing conversation between Fissure and shadow. He whispers under his breath "Fissure must be considered a god to some, if he is as old as diarow and diarow is...well, really old...then he could be considered a god"