Name: Levantine<br/>Location: Flying above Macedon<br/>Tagging: Everyone in Macedon<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ9bVfvpmC8/T6zm2BggOtI/AAAAAAAABy0/vDYv9SoKjTs/s1600/THE-WHITE-DRAGON.jpg)</div><br/>Levantine's wings flapped with prolonged exhaustion, her body heaved with the effort of several aerial combats, scars of such fights were noticeable across her entire being, her normally pure white scales were stained with the red blood of both her and her opponents. It was just her luck that she would find no sanctuary on land or in the air. It was just further proof that Archanea's desire to see her dead was still powerful. Most of the time she traveled by foot, wishing to not waste the precious power of her Dragonstone. But she knew in her heart that after the last battle it's power was nearly depleted.<br/><br/>After catching bad turbulence that caused immense pain for her damaged wing, enough that it was able to throw off her stability. Roaring in pain and frustration Levantine struggled to get her balance once again but to no avail, at best she was able to soften her landing as she crashed into the treeline. Upon impact her body began to shape back into it's human form. Leaving her small body inside a much larger crater. Unlike her dragon form her body showed no signs of external damage. Her stone still rested in her hand now cracked in two over the rune of light that it was infused with.