Draiss nodded, and shrugged. "On the points you brought up. I was thinking of having an intermediary point out that rushing toward extinction doesn't make it any more fun. Dragons have enough problems already without us killing each other off faster. And not a permanent end, or at least not those words to her, as that would cause her to completely dismiss the idea. It would be counterproductive, and if push comes to shove, I could always smack her down until she agrees just to get some of her dignity back."<br/><br/>He paused, a large smile on his face and radiating amusement, clearly not being serious about it, though in retrospect, it was a somewhat viable idea. "As for convincing everyone, I agree that would be an exercise in futility, hence the planes for metallics and chromatics. They only have to deal with their appropriate kin, and chromatics probably have enough individuals wanting a break from the constant intrigue and fighting to make the plane have at least a rotating population. It would be an area where they could meet without having to worry about the other they are meeting with bringing a dozen dragon stalkers and slayers instead of themselves for the chromatics, and the metallics are usually polite enough to play nice with each other. They could simply learn, teach, study, research, write, or whatever they want while they simply enjoy the peace and quiet without having to worry about some chromatic flight tearing their front door off.<br/><br/>And death is the only certainty, of everything. Eventually all things will end, if only so a new beginning can take its place, but there is a difference between a dignified end and a kicking, screaming and squealing one.<em>Which reminds me, keep at least one eye on that other new god. They are not the most stable of beings and have a bit of a liking for everything being oblivion that isn't them, though I am sure you already know that.</em>I am sure you would love not having to greet your children that come to you traumatized after being a rape toy for years on end. Which reminds me, there was a red recently that captured one female of each metallic color. I expect all but the brass to be leaving shortly, but the red was... rather thorough with both the gold and the brass, and the brass is... destroyed, to put it bluntly. She thinks she exists for sex, and has had several fertility spells permanently woven onto her, and they have been on her long enough to merge with her soul. I already undid the ones on the others I could, but the gold is likely going to be fertile until she goes to the graveyard, as the spell the red used on her were unusually powerful and binding."<br/><br/>He pulled out a notepad from his sleeve, and read off the names of the five dragonesses, so their friends and family would be notified that they were coming back, except for the brass.