<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Reohuthumb.JPG)</div>Name: Reo<br/>Current Form : Draconic<br/>Players Nearby : Isela<br/>Location: Cliifs overlooking the beaches<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Admittedly, there was a little astonishment in Reo's features as soon as he felt the bolt of her breath weapon hit his side. While there was no physical pain, it still managed to send a shock ricocheting through his system, causing a few muscle spasms. The situation on the beach forgotten, he turned his massive scaled body to face her fully. Little Isela was on a rampage, though he couldn't seem to wrap his mind around why.<br/><br/>The next thing he knew, she was hissing and spitting about<em>grass</em>of all things, and a wad of the stuff hit him squarely in the chest, and stuc. Slowly, he looked down at the clump of earth and filth that now marred his perfectly groomed scales. The attacks no longer registered as a woman's tantrum at that point as he carefully breathed onto the earth streaking his chest, freezing it in place. A hard brush of scaled paw and it fell away in chunks.<br/><br/>Head lowering dangerously, intellect fought with instinct over being attacked (or so he thought), until finally he simply chuffed at her, anger giving way to a bruised ego.<br/><br/>His "words" carried a sense of finality to them as he turned, and simply dropped off the cliffside, leaving emptyness in front of her where moments ago there had been a silvered form.<br/><br/><em>You're quite right. Go where you like, fall to whatever unknown thing lies in wait looking to expand. Your affairs are no longer any business of mine, nor are your "attractions." Find someone else willing to sacrifice scale and hide for your own, as you'll no longer find it with me, Isela.</em><br/><br/>The link faded and finally severed as he whipped eastward and up several thousand feet. The air may have been thinner up high, and a little harder to propel himself through, but the biting cold of the altitude served him and his mood just fine. As far as he was concerned, he was done with Isela. The little tantrum had shown her as immature in his eyes (whether it was true or not), and severed his last real reason for remaining close to the nesting area.<br/><br/>With a parting touch to the minds of his parents, he climbed until he was above the cloud cover, pointed himself east, and simply settled into a lazy glide, riding the natural tradewinds eastward out over the land below with the intent to head out to sea and simply fly until he couldn't.