<strong>Name: </strong>Dakeyras 'Dak'<div class="floatleft">(http://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q642/JDBane/Untitled0_zps42f480d5.png)</div><br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Dragon<br/><strong>Players Nearby: </strong>Kyriannan 'Ky', Safiya<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Hunting<br/><hr/><br/>Dak lifted his head, disapproving of the selection of prey by the other male. He didn't blame him, Valoren, as he had had his eye on that same buck, but it wasn't large like the one that he had caught, if bigger. It was more muscular, more powerful, no match for a dragon, obviously. It was a good leader of the herd, and now with him dead, a new leader would be selected, a weaker, less experienced one. One that would, more than likely, thin out a the herd for a bit, and thus causing less food to be available for the land-feeding dragons. But, he didn't judge the other dragon, merely lifting off in flight after Ky. He liked being around her, for some reason. Maybe it was the healthy competition, the fact that, since she was the one of the few gold dragons in the group, she was one of the few that could actually hold any threat to him in anything. She was about as fast as he was, and just as strong. He knew a few tricks that she didn't passed on by his father, or self-learned, which gave him an edge, but she was just about the only one that could give him a run for his money, not to mention that she loved the competition, like he did, and even more importantly, loved to win. Not like Reo. That dragon was lazy most of the time, feeling like it was owed to him, somehow. He was marginally faster then Dak, just as Dak was marginally faster than Reo, which made for everything that they did against each other, planned or otherwise, always ended in victory by a hair's-breadth, and pretty evenly matched.<br/><br/>He alighted near Ky, placing his kills on the ground delicately. He liked the blood in his kills, in the muscles more particularly, so that it was more tender, more tasty, and more succulent. He worked through the first one, the fatter one, with a vengeance. He was hungry, after all. He barely noticed the mess that he was making on himself until he was finished. He was satisfied, not fully of course, so he licked his chop, cleaning his mouth a bit, before moving to the next one. This one he took with more leisure, enjoying the soft taste of meat on his tongue, working through it methodically, chewing, and biting, avoiding the bones, except to gnaw on them a bit. He moved over to the lake, and cleaned himself off more thoroughly, taking a long, cool drink.<br/><br/>His eyes, slitted like a cat's, traveled over to Ky, and suddenly, his eyes closed. Pain coursed through him, and he let out a low roar, warped by the change back to his humanoid form. He opened his eyes again, on his hand and knees on the gravel beside the lake, stark naked. He didn't care about it, and pushed himself to his feet. He walked into the water, and turned to her," Wanna swim a bit with me?" He said, inviting her over in the form of her choice.