<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Neave-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neave<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Draconic<br/><strong>Players nearby:</strong>Cellorian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By the stream, next to Cellorian<br/><br/><em>"A...a death scream?..."</em>She said nervously. What could've killed one of their kind. She didn't understand. All her life, she didn't recall any of them being killed. Dragons usually thought themselves invincible. They were the biggest predictor out there, after all. Or at least they assumed they were in their pride. Neave was no different in this belief. The idea that something could kill one of their kind so horribly, was an eye opener. She didn't know if she wanted to stay here where it was safe or go where there were more dragons. She certainly didn't want to leave Cellorian here alone. He was the oldest, she decided that she would do whatever he wanted to do. Neave was too young and naive about the world to make the choice. But at least she understood that, kind of anyway.<br/><br/>Carefully she stepped forward and looked up into the trees, as if she though she would see something important that would answer some of her questions. She of course didn't, but it still brought her some sense of satisfaction to look.