<div class="floatleft">(http://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q642/JDBane/Untitled0_zps42f480d5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dak<br/><strong>Current form:</strong>Dragon, and pissed<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Just about everyone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headed like a hurricane towards the beach<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The first thing anyone heard was a wind like the beginning of a storm. If any thought that was what was coming, they might have been right, or at least partially so. If they looked up to the horizon in search of storm clouds, or anything like that, they were mistaken, as was revealed in moments. A breath of hot air filled the wind, and grew to a roar, not one that they could hear, not an announcement of Dak's arrival. Rather something low and terrifying, that shuddered the rocks and trees around, making the world, it seemed, tremble before his anger. And yes, he was angry. Feeling like he had been burned alive from head to toe had not been a pleasant experience, far from it, in fact. And pain of that magnitude ignited ire, and ire action in turn. Hence his furious pace, and the fact that the world seemed to be crumbling around the ears of the dragons at the beach as he suddenly burst overhead with a flash of cold in the warm sunlight, suddenly turned intensely warmer with his presence. He didn't remember ever going quite so fast before. His eyes instantly sought out Acidity, or any of the other Emerald dragons that might have done it.<br/><br/>But looking around, he felt something... well, odd in the air. It smelled of acid alright, but an odd kind, one that he had never smelt before. And then he caught sight of it. It was, surprisingly enough for him, a crab. Delicious specimen too, if his judging had ever been right on the subject. His hunting knowledge was almost completely directed towards land creatures, so when he looked at the crab, and the way that it seemed to be garnering the attention of the other dragons, his tilted his head to the side, rather comically. He moved forward agilely, his interest captured, his anger still present, but pushed to the back of his mind en lieu of, honestly, less important things. He moved up slowly behind it, and sniffed it, and looked up.<br/><br/><em>What happened here?</em>