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Somaharu watched the sprite. He was breathing and wasn't bleeding so that was good. He didn't touch the sprite as it woke up and curled up. He stayed quiet while it uncurled and finally noticed him. He had to laugh at the question. Him? A hunter? He was the hunted. He shook his head. "No I am no hunter at least not the type you speak of Sprite. I am the hunted. I'm a dragon," he said. He didn't sense any malice toward his kind in this sprite so he told him what he was. "Can you get up? We must leave this place before the humans find us," he said as he looked up again. He humans were still searching for the sprite.

(( Puu you didn't tell me we were starting XD ))

With a heavy sigh Dima tired triangulating his coordinates again grumbling to himself about how easy it should have been to find a dragon. The monsters were rumored to be gigantic. He folded his map up briefly succumbing to depression at the fact that he was hopelessly lost. He got up again looking around the woods, his ears picked up the sound to running water. Dima smirked luck was on his side for once most water eventually lead to civilization. He trudged through the thick forest until he found a beautiful river. The wind was stronger here for some reason but he didn’t mind. He tested the waters current to see which direction it was flowing before dipping his head in completely in tasting the cool refreshing waters.

((I'm Sorry!! crying ))

Somaharu nodded and led the sprite out of the cave quickly and quietly. Inside of the tunnel you could hear water flowing loudly and soon they saw an underground river. Somaharu led him a little farther down the river and then jumped it. He looked over his shoulder at the sprite on the other side. "Can you get over or do you want me to help you?" he called turning around and facing the sprite across the water.

Zylver lived peacefully with the elves, but, being him a dragon there were certain things his adoptive kin could not give him... like a mate.
He loved those who had raised and taught him all that he knew: various languages, etics, arts, self defense....
One of the oldest elves also taught him to hunt and track in the forests and in the skies. He had learnt to fly and to keep his instincts controlled, he had mastered shapeshifting and various kinds of magic....

But recently Zylver was acting strange.

One of the rituals of the elves, one that only took place each millenia, was getting near. It was a ritual of growth and mating, and all elves were like entranced and excited about it... and so he was, the magic was really powerful....
Some young elves had aproached him to try and ask him to be his couple, not knowing the real race of Zylver, and he had turned them all down.
They had not what he needed... they WERE NOT what he desired....

And so, asking the council, he set on a trip.
The elders were not really fond of that idea, but they knew the dragon's happiness could not always be found among the elves. The dragon needed other dragons to live... if he could manage to find them alive and not being killed in the process.

So now he was traveling, always under the shape of the elf race. He was quite comfortable with those looks, he was small and could walk under the trees, jump, run... he could sing and hum and much more things without breaking all that was around.

Can you help me?...

Narutski nodded and smiled. "Thank you!" He said, hugging him happily. He looked around for a place to sleep that wasn't the nest, since sprites didn't sleep in the same bed as other creatures unless they were mated, and soon found a comfortable looking ledge with moss. He made it grow a bit taller, making it need less sunlight as well so that it wouldn't die because of it later on, and nestled against it happily. He let his wings lay out and droop slightly like they did when he had them out while getting ready to sleep, and looked at the dragon. "Goodnight, Somaharu..." He said with a yawn,closing his eyes and soon falling asleep.

I'm all alone...

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Can you help me?...

Narutski woke up early the next morning and noticed that Somaharu was still asleep and a beautiful white dragon.He quietly flew down, landing softly on the edge of the nest and lightly petting a wing, smiling. It was soft and leathery, not to mention warm. They made his own look flimsy and weak in comparison.

I'm all alone...

Can you help me?...

Narutski jumped when he heard the chuckle, blushing and looking down guiltily. "M-mmorning Somaharu." He looked up at smiled. "I just... um... your wings are really nice." He said finally, smiling sheepishly. He, like many other sprites, had a weakness for pretty things, including shiny or bright things. The wings weren't shiny, but they were beautiful.

I'm all alone...