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Typhoon's head snapped around. A huge, midnight-blue dragon was hurtling towards her at a terrifying speed.
"Midnight!" she managed to choke out, before the huge beast roared and a jet of flame melted her armor and licked at her scales. Typhoon cast a frantic look at Midnight. He roared again, an evil grin spreading over his face. The jet of flame envolped Typhoon's head but didn't burn, and she would have screamed. Then her wings stopped, just stopped. The black dragon's head went limp as she fell into the forest below, unconscious.

Above, Midnight wheeled and cursed.
"Drat. I can't see where she fell...Guess I'll have to come back for the rouge later." he growled, and flew off into the night, disappearing quickly.

Typhoon raised her head and snorted, puffs of black soot falling off.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she snorted crossly, although she was ashamed she had been found like this. Maybe, she added silently to herself.
The dragon looked to the sky, an expression of worry crossing her face. Midnight was gone. She breathed a silent sigh of relief and stretched her ash-covered wings.

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Typhoon shook her wings, scattering more little ash puffs. She then crouched low to the ground.
"Oh, nothing much, only that the Dragon Father has sent dragons to attack me because he wants my head served to him on a silver platter," she muttered, the tip of her tail twitching.

Typhoon stared at her in suprise for a moment, then remembered Irene had probably never heard of the way a dragon's family and Clan worked.
"You're right, we are a family, because our Clan is our family," she said. "But the Dragon Father isn't actually the father. He's more like a leader. He's often the wisest and eldest male, and know's what's best. All the dragons know that his word is law. So you could say right now my old Clan was -is- ruled by a tyrant. All the younger dragons and the Council must do what he says, so if he says to bring back my head on a silver platter, any dragon he commands to do it can't come back unless he has it with him. And sometimes the dragons he sends out haven't been seen for years, so this attack may go on a while..."

Typhoon listened intently commenting on the part about the slaves and a woman holding power once she was done.
"Hmm. We don't have slaves, but servants occasionally. Rarely humans though...Mostly water sprites, newts, or creatures that can withstand extreme heat. As for female dragons, we often hold power in the Council and can influence the Dragon Father's decisions. "
Typhoon yawned and arched her back, stretching her "paws" while she did.
"Well, I'd better go back to my home...not only do I have to finish it up, but I'll probably have to hide there too....Probably won't see you in the next few days."
She stood up, launched herself into the air, and hovered for a moment.

Typhoon nodded, then took off. She flew low to the ground, skimming the treetops unseen. Quickly she reached her lake and went to the tunnel. As she floated in the water just below the surface, she looked to make sure no one had entered her private home. When she was sure, Typhoon emerged onto the bank on the left. She flapped her wings to get excess water off, the hovered to the top bank, where her piece of quartz was. She laid down, but soon realized the ground was uncomfortable. She got up and dug out a shallow bed for herself, then settled into it with a tiny sigh, resting her chin on the edge and using her wings to cover her like a blanket.
"I must find some luminescent mushrooms tomorrow to light this place tomorrow...Guess I can ask Irene."she murmured to herself before drifting into sleep.

*A dragon moved carefully through the forest, getting to know the local life. He reached a hawk who looked rather terrified perched on a branch and said...* "Hello. I'm Eclipse. Might I ask who you are?"