Name: Valoren the Verdant<br/>Form: draconic<br/>location: Beach<br/>players nearby: None<br/><hr/><br/>Valoren swing his head left and then right, realizing that the others had left him.  He rose sorely and looked about the beach, as a fact no one was near him.<em> Well, I suppose that means I must make way to the nest,</em>[/color] The emerald murmured in his own mind.  He shook his bulk and lifted his wings to examine them.  They were slightly torn, but nothing to make flight impossible.  However he began lumbering sorely home licking his wings as he went, utilizing the magic innate to all dragons to help cure the pains in his Aviary limbs. Bush and branch alike were crushed under his considerable weight as he walked with quiet observation of the woods around him.