<strong>Name: </strong>Dakeyras 'Dak'<div class="floatleft">(http://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q642/JDBane/Untitled0_zps42f480d5.png)</div><br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Golden Dragon<br/><strong>Players Nearby: </strong>Kyriannan 'Ky', Safiya<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Near the ledges outside the nest<br/><hr/><br/>To the Opaline, he neglected to tell her that, if he caught sight of a deer first, ti would be his catch because, unless he was feeling generous, he would be the first to reach it, and therefore it would be his prey. Instead, he covered that feeling very well, and simply nodded,<em>Of course. I wouldn't dream of coming between a dragon and her prey,</em>He didn't snort again, but the double meaning was intent. He wouldn't stand for her getting in his way when he homed in on his own breakfast. He watched the dragon leap cleanly off the ledge, catching some updrafts to make sure that she didn't crash down, but also getting her moving forward at an incredible rate. His attention then was drawn inexorably to the other golden dragon that shared the ledge. Affinity wasn't the right word to describe what he felt around her, but he did feel marginally more comfortable around her than the others. Except for Reo, most of the time was afraid that he might end up hurting the others. It was different around her. She was good sport, and was always assured of giving him a run for his money.<br/><br/>He grinned back, as well as a dragon could, feeling the adrenaline still pumping through his veins suddenly spike at the challenge.<em>I'll give the two of you a headstart,</em>He chuckled, lifting himself up off of the rock, and flapping his wings for a few seconds, just to give them the promised headstart. Finally, his wings beat an angle into the wind, and he pushed forward. To garner speed, he dipped himself into a dive, his wings curling up to his body to allow for a more streamlined flight path, and, once he had gained enough speed, he reckoned, anyway, he quickly twisted his dive into a low flight, his wings hammering him forward with each stroke. If any human had been around, they would have thought that they were in the presence of a living hurricane. He was faster than the other two, marginally although it might be, and he slowly began to close the distance. It might be enough, and it might not. That was the fun of it.<br/><br/>He dipped his head with each beat of the wings, adding to the inertia that he was building, his wings burning with his demand on them thrilling him to push them even harder. And he did. He was knifing through the air was seeming ease, his long, streamlined body arching to allow him to slip through teh currents coming in contrary to himself, while still taking advantage of the ones pushing him forward. He was a skilled flier, after all, but then again, most, if not all, dragons were.