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The Diabi Drakein known as Eyphah was once more on the move, following along after one of the many dried blood paths that were left behind by the Ysali that he marked, hoping to find another of them. He had such grand plans after all and everyone of them hinged on him finding one of those silly, cowardly green dragons and chomping on them until all that was left were bones and orbs. A shame that they were so good at running, it made keeping up with them a bit of a pain. No matter, Serenia wasn't big enough that they would be able to hide from him forever, not when he could smell them and their sweet, tasty blood from a distance.

As he trotted along, inhaling the various scents around him, then Diabi suddenly gave pause, "Eh?" Wait, that scent didn't make sense he thought to himself, shifting in place. It was a warm, spicy scent, one that he associated with Eowyn, his homeland, and the fiery red dragons that lived there. Had one of those great beasts got lost he found himself thinking as he crouched down, creeping along toward the scent. Well, if one of those idiots had managed to get itself to Serenia then he would have to make a go at eating the creature. Sure, the odds of him winning might not be the best but surely given how nice they smelled they must taste equally as fantastic? Besides, what were the odds he'd meet another Firani dragon on Serenia? Pretty poor so he might as well take advantage of the current, and very strange, situation.

The Diabi lunged out of the shadowy undergrowth of the forest with a snarl, puffing up to his full size, wings open wide... when he realized that what he was facing off with was one of his own kind, not a dragon. He wasn't sure if he should be insulted or intrigued, it was the first of this particular clan that he'd met after all, and the first outside of his family circle as well. He shifted in place for a moment, looking thoughtful, before trotting toward the one that was lazing about in the sun in such a manner. What was this one up to? Was he on the hunt for Ysali as well? Better keep his claws off those that Eyphah had marked the Diabi thought to himself crossly as he went, giving a rumbling growl as he got closer.

Eyphah gave a low, rumbling sound in his throat that said he was unamused by the other Drakein's sarcasm before taking a couple steps closer to the rather lazy looking beast, "The performance as you call it wasn't for you, it was for what I thought you were. Such a disappointment." He supposed that it was foolishness to think that a dragon might take a vacation and end up this far from home. They didn't seem the sorts to travel, save for maybe the Peisio who went all over the ocean. Instead of a dragon he got some crabby sort of Drakein and it was enough to make him want to turn in the other direction and return to his hunts. He might very well have done just that were it not for the fact that he was still curious about a breed he'd never seen before.

His tail lashed from side to side, the natural blade on the end gleaming in the warm sunlight of Serenia. It really was a strange place for Diabi to be roaming given how nice and sunny it was but it was the place that he'd been told Ysali lived. It was the best place to start his journey toward greatness and here he was... the question was why was that one here? What brought a Firani to Serenia? It was a question that was roiling through his mind before finally just asked if of the strangely colored fire dragon, "What brings you to Serenia, Firani?" He demanded, deciding that it would be best for him to figure out if this one was after his Ysali, something that Eyphah wouldn't stand for!

"Come now! The Ysali are quite delicious! I have learned that, despite the fact that they crumble when you kill them, that you can chew on the bones to get out the marrow and it is amazing! There are few things as good... though don't quote me on that quite yet since I have yet to taste quite a few of the dragons breeds out there." How he looked forward to the sampling them and making a good meal of their bones as well. A part of him almost wished that he had a cauldron, like the ones he'd seen the two-legs using so that he could boil those bones to make himself a proper stew. It was something that caused him to give a rumbling purr just at the thought before the Firani was asking him about the blood in the air. Giving a huge grin as he sat down the Diabi gave a nod, "My handiwork." He said, clicking his curved claws against the ground, "I am up to two Ysali Orbs and one from a foolish Ayrala that I happened across. They are quite lovely though not nearly as many as I need to get my claws on." He would get a mountain of them and bring them to those in charge of the ritual he thought to himself before.

"Eh? Eh? Wait a second... a war on who?" He asked, taking a couple steps forward toward the other Drakein, looking fairly interested now. He wasn't sure what sort of war the guy was wanting to start but he was all in, if there were any of those two-legs caught in the crossfire that just meant that he would have something delicious to toss into the stew pot that he was damn well going to get for himself. Perhaps he could even steal one of them for himself during this war that this one spoke of? His tail set to swishing behind him and for a moment Eyphah felt as excited and energetic as a Keinling over the proposed war, "Come on, share the details with a fellow Drakein, who are you going after? Just a certain titled two-legs or are you gonna mess with a specific sect of them?" There were what, three different flavors of two-legs if you didn't count the strange, rare, and delicious halfbreeds? He was all of any of them though he had to admit the Orderite was his favorite, they were rather similar in flavor to avians after all... at least in his opinion.

On everyone? Eyphah couldn't help but to stare at the Firani for a long moment, trying to wrap his mind around that, and didn't quite see the point. Wasn't the whole point of a war to work with one side to help them win to get yourself all manner of spoils? Yet it seemed that this guy wanted to mess with them all... he supposed in the long run if he was trying to get all three groups to wipe each other out that it was the way to go. Where was the fun in that though? If they were all dead things would get rather quiet and boring... though he somehow doubted that the Firani would be able to manipulate them all to death all that soon so Eyphah would still have plenty of time to enjoy them.

"Helping to collect them? Eh... not really, but the war part, that I can help with. You see I am planning to collect myself a mountain of orbs so that I can become the most powerful and most beautiful Drakeinian that ever walked this world. I am sure having someone on your side like that would help." He said, clicking his scythe like claws against the ground in a delighted manner. Just the idea of it was a pleasing one, getting to battle the various races on their terms in his beautiful Drakeinian form, they would fall at his feet then. His tail set to wagging and he was nearly purring just at the thought when suddenly D said the right words for once. Rich rewards, huh?

Perking up he took a step closer, "Rewards, huh? That sounds nice." Though the part about it taking time was a little boring. Why did everything good always have to take so much time? Blah... so boring... but he did like the rich rewards part, so maybe he could at least try?