<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/EllPost_zpsbbd83e4a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ithilethiel<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Draconic<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Just about everyone, I think >.><br/><strong>Location:</strong>High in the mountains, then to Kayzorian<br/><hr/><br/>Ithilethiel had dared to wander farther than her normal ventures, soaring to high altitudes and locating a small, remote mountain range not terribly far from the nest. Having yearned to chill her scales, she had set out that morning to do just that, and was now successfully burrowed deep within a small den of snow, shimmering metallic neck and head the only portion of her sleek body currently visible beneath the dragon-made drift. It was a pleasant snooze for her, wrapped about in the element of her birth, soft powder dropping down between wing and scales to add to the comfort of the female silver.<br/><br/>Alas, her peace did not last long. Agony and death tore through her mind from quite a distance away, silver flashing in the sunlight as her neck tensed and swiftly jerked her skull from its resting place atop the snow. Glittering snow scattered through the air as she rose and extended her wings in preparation for flight, her eyes going wide while she attempted to process what had just occurred. Being so distant from her nestmates, she couldn’t be entirely certain what the sound had entailed, but one thing was certain: One of her kin had been killed.<br/><br/>A mournful keen escaped draconic maw, her head lifting to the heavens to cry out her anguish at the loss of one so young. Then, in an instant, she was trotting forward to the cliff before her, wings stretched to their full span as powerful hind legs launched her forward and into the sky. Despair gave way to elation for the briefest moment as the wind caught beneath her wings, aiding her in a smooth dissent from her mountainous resting place.<br/><br/>Somehow, despite her distance from the others, she knew the direction in which to fly, powerful wings beating at the sky for increased speed. It wasn’t long before she was crossing the sea, her vision landing on an onyx creature seeming to flee. She knew not where he came from, nor that he was the source of the frenzy on the beach; all the silver cared about were the young ones in danger from the hideous, clawed creature on the sanded shore.<br/><br/>It was natural, as Ell had not seen Kerberos create the shadow-crab, for her to believe that this was the source of the young one’s death. Nonetheless, several of her kin seemed to be working together to banish the evil—for her to interfere, now, would only wound their pride and cause more mayhem. With a lazy angle of her wings, she allowed her talons to skim the surface of the water as she landed on the other end of the beach, anxious to place the shade of the trees between her scales and the heat of the sun. Ever-watchful eyes remained focused on the group attacking the large creature as she serpentined her figure between the trees, thankful for the slightly cooler temperature the forest could provide.