<strong>Name:</strong>Jorlethio Korvalith<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Amethyst Dragon<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sleeping Den<br/><hr/><br/>Leth awoke with a large yawn, his lean muzzle opening widely. He blew a build up of ink out of his nose and onto the ground, making a face slightly. If it was one thing he hated about himself, he hated that he drooled and inked all over the place. Oh well... Leth stood and stretched loudly, his tail arching a bit before he folded his wings against his back. Shaking off some of the dust he gathered overnight, he padded off in the caverns, sticking to the shadows for a while. He kept his ears open for anyone approaching, as he was feeling a little devilish today. The lean, slender Amethyst was almost completely black in the shadows, which was why he was such an excellent stalker and hunter. Heavily padded feet made not a sound against the stone he walked upon, and he couldn't help but give a little smile to that fact. He had worked so hard to get to that point, and the pay off was wonderful.<br/><br/>Leth was rounding a corner, when a sound reached his ears, and he took a step back, crouching down to give himself the best chance against whoever it was approaching. His hindquarters wiggled in anticipation, and his icy hues almost glowed with impending mischief. Whoever it was, close friend within the siblings, or that obnoxious Gold he always fought with, would get a full body tackle.