It tore at her soul to see the desolation below her, this land that she loved. There were of course spots of beauty still, but the Emilian she remembered was all beauty and light. Now there were scars in the earth, towns decimated, and the smell of death and destruction filled the once sweet air. Her body sleek and strong shot through the night skies, sapphire hues taking it all in.<br/><br/>And where despair once resided, anger began to seep in..<br/><br/>Anishal felt deep within that her call had been registered by several. A<em>ping</em>within her senses as those dragon kind that had heard her reacted. In fact, the roar of a mighty male managed to reach her ears, and she made note that this one was more of an age to her. The others.. pups. Mere pups. Were there no more? All she felt was rage from them, the desire to kill, to destroy! Such a sad state of affairs, and she indeed found herself incensed. A rumble began within, meaning to let loose yet another bellow to the night sky, but she contained it. Something else must be done.<br/><br/>Keen vision swept the land below, and it wasn't long before she found the perfect area. A large grassy clearing surrounded by thick forest, large enough by far to accommodate her massive bulk, a slowly meandering river nearby. Here it seemed the past was alive. Flowers slept peaceful beneath the setting moon, their song waiting for the sun to crest. She could feel wildlife still abounded here, fish in the clear cold water, deer, birds, a myriad of animals not tainted by the war that surrounded them. She couldn't help but wonder why though. Wings tucked tight to her body, sending her into a spiral tight and fast towards the ground. Within herself she was laughing in delight, for to fly was indeed one of her deepest vices. Closer, closer the earth loomed, until at the very last moment when it seemed she might crash her wings unfurled, catching a quick backdraft that caused the huge trees surrounding her to bend and whip in the burst of wind she created. Hind legs met the terrain first, claws rending furrows within the soil much to her chagrin. Forepaws settled just after, and her wings came to settle quietly as her bulky head eased about, searching the surrounds. A tingle caused a shudder over her sleek spine, a tingle of magic. This was nigh a sacred place, and as her senses plunged deep within the earth, she found out why.<br/><br/>A dragon had died here, a Great Wyrm even older then she. Yet it had not died from being slain, nor from any other reason but natural. It had slipped away within this place, giving itself to the land, giving its magic back. Moving with a low grunt she settled upon her belly, tucking her tail about her, her front feet curled at her chest. Her neck long and strong held her triangular head high, and almondesque eyes closed. A deep breath was taken in.. and she began..<br/><br/>Magic of her own she began to weave, blending with that what had been left behind. A song she began to sing, a rumble and growl of draconic speech, yet if any were to hear they would surely be affected by the sheer beauty of the timbre. Wards she was placing upon her grove. Evil would not touch this place without she knowing about it, whether she was within the area or not. Then she did one more thing. To those dragon that she knew had felt her initial call she sent another call. As the sun crested over the horizon, as this place lost in time was bathed in rays of morning warmth, glinting off her silver hide,  an image she would grace them, an image of her sanctuary. Of the beauty, the silence, the magic that still abounded here. She would send forth that image of serenity, and she would send out an invitation..words with their minds, not aware that mayhap humans might hear the call as well.<br/><br/><em>The time has come children, to cease this anger. The time has come to live in peace once again. Come to me, hear my words, and remember what it was like in a time long ago..</em>