<strong>Name: </strong>Valoren the Verdant<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Draconic<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Leth (ouch), Crystal, Theloria, and Anishel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the air near the nests<br/><br/>Valoren's head snapped around as he saw the young dragon streaking toward him.  He knew what would happen next, so he flipped over collapsing his wings.  His tail flicked and he reached out and attempted to grab onto the slightly smaller dragon as he barrled headfirst into the emerald breast of Valor.  Because of the injury to his back his spinal ridges were highly resilient to damage.  If he caught hold of the other crashing dragon he would tuck him tight to himself and land among the trees.  Using himself to shield his younger clutch mate.  He may not always have been the friendliest but he would die to protect his kin.  As he hits the trees they would crash and break as he took the injuries he grunted.  While the timber would not pierce his scales the bruising would be fairly deep.<br/><br/>As he slid in the dirt, to a halt at the base of yet another tree.  He would release Leth and look him over with a deep mental sigh,<em> Are you okay Jorlethio Korvalith? You hit me fairly hard, and I hope you are unharmed.[/color=green]</em>He would grunt in pain as he began to look over Leth to make sure he was safe.