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Myrddin caught the scent of someone new in his territory. He sniffed at the air, trying to find the direction it was coming from. Was it that one Kalona stallion who had been after his treasure? He gave her a stern look and a word to remain where she was as he stalked off in the general direction the new smell was coming from. And oh, how the smell of blood mingled now in the air. That coppery tang was unmistakable. Blood had been spilled on his territory, but thankfully not his treasure's blood.

He charged off across the ground. While flight would have been faster, the scent was ground level and would have been lost in the air. He let his legs stretch as far as they could and before he knew it, he saw the source.

She was small compared to himself, but she could easily blend in with her surroundings with her colorings. She had her back to him, but the spade tail tipped him off as to her breed as it whipped back and forth in joy.

He lingered, debating on stepping forth and scaring her off. But she wouldn't know about his treasure, his pet. And she was the first pure he had seen since chasing off the stallion. He missed interacting with something of higher intelligence than his prize, interacting with something above simple meat. Well, his mind was made up. He tucked his wings tightly to his side and slowly approached.

He let out a snort at her question, which he found quite humorous. "Oh, it was just your scent, though the smell of fresh blood was enticing. Like an exotic perfume from a rare flower."

He made a note of her stance and stopped moving towards her. It couldn't be said he was an agreeable dragon--when he wanted to be. He tilted his head to the side, looking at her inquisitively. "I'm quite capable of feeding myself and it would be foolish to take such a meager morsel." He frowned harshly quite suddenly. "What brings you to my territory?"

His chest filled with pride at her "warm" word. Well, she was doing no harm just being in his territory. And everyone knew how frequently rabbits repopulated, so a few weren't amiss. It was his treasure he was protective over, so he relaxed his guard marginally.

"Oh, I am so much more than one of the Kalona blood," he almost purred. He took a few steps closer, feeling a bit more comfortable with this female. "Far greater than that." He side-stepped next to her to whisper down into her ear. "I am a red dragon."

He pulled away to get a look at her reaction. He knew few were aware that his kind truly existed in Soquili lands. And it always pleased him when they realized that he was a being to be reckoned with and possibly admire/fear--those two emotions seemed to blend together. "But why so far from home, little mare?"

Oh-ho. This reaction was perhaps the best he had in a long, long time. He made certain to remain still as she moved about him, though he was a bit on the apprehensive side. It was difficult allowing one of the blood at his back, but she was certain her shock would over come anything... malicious. At least for now.

"Oh, you wouldn't understand, little Kalona, what it is like to be one of my kind." Once she was away from his wings, he made certain to stretch them out with a flourish, displaying the full extent of his prowls and rugged looks. "We dragons are so much more. Greater than all."

He folded his wings back to his side, tucking them tightly to his scaled body. "But it is fortunate you came across my territory and just me."

Oh, how she was trying to nettle him, but his own self-confidence made him almost blind to the attempts to bring him down a notch. All it managed to do was remind him of his failure, his anger to the white wind steed. His tail lashed in agitation at the thought. "A take-over is too difficult of a task and I've been far too busy guarding my treasure and chasing after a lost meal."

He stamped a hoof as his tail stilled, releasing the last of his frustration. He could let his anger blind him, dulling his senses. "Skinwalkers prowl all over the lands. I've seen two keeping watch over the very one I hunt. And it's odd that they have joined forces against such a herd."

He wouldn't broach any further on the topic of his treasure. He didn't want to risk losing her. And so he didn't mention anything about it to appease her curiosity. However, he did give her a look of incredibility which raised further with mild alarm.

"You little one, take out all the skinwalkers?" He couldn't help but let a snort out as he eyed her frame and the faint shimmer to her hide--which was very appealing. "Though I will admit, it is a bit disheartening to hear that one of your kind could be taken out by those creatures."

Though he knew the loss was the root of her vendetta, he didn't not express his condolences. He knew it would be of little thanks from a pure, though it did show itself however briefly in his molten eyes. "Surely you won't do all that on your own."

He watched her as she had her slight tantrum. Though he was quite pleased to see she had such gumption, but comparatively to him she was still on the small side. "Yes, I think you can't," he egged on.

"Now numbers, I can believe would drive them off. But you really are such a little thing." He couldn't help but buff up his own chest--there was no sense in flaring out his wings again since she had taken a close enough look when he revealed his breed.

He resettled himself, stamping a back hoof to relieve himself from standing still so long. "Yes, they are the lot of them cowards. In fact, the meal I stalk has two skinwalkers prowling about his territory. I try my best to stay out of their way, but I've been watching them closely."