<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/13aad86f75dd5d68_1_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anishal<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Silver Dragon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Any in the area<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the skies, following Kerberos<br/><hr/><hr/>The cry that had ripped through the entire Colony had tore through Anishal as well. Her response had ripped through the skies, mingling with the keening of sorrow at the death of a nest mate. Yet it was not sorrow that Anishal felt. It was rage. Anger. The silver dragon had never claimed closeness with any of her clutch mates, but that did not stop her from wanting to protect them. She had returned for a reason...<br/><br/>… Anishal wanted to be close to the others again.<br/><br/>As the death of her fellow dragon raked through her very senses, her wings would snap open, dropping from the cliff side to catch an updraft and swoop towards the site of the tragedy. Keen eyes witnessed the gathering of the others, the Darkness that was Kerberos, the making of the mutant crab. Whirling through the winds, banking and watching, Anishal did not understand why no one was going after the maker of the hard shell.<br/><br/>Her mind made up, she would bellow a challenge, and take off after the retreating Kerberos. She didn't know if any of her kin would join her, but whether they did or not, Anishal would try her hardest to deliver damage to the one who killed her clutch mate.