Moon: (222 wc) The dark Warden felt his lips curl up into a sneer. Scaring foreign spirits? Couldnt have asked for a more suited task. He wondered what kind of spirits they would meet … pathetic souls, scrawny scampering kids, average lowlifes. It wasnt exactly real, but it was a good way to get his blood pumping in between assignments. This was a local event that they were participating and Moon couldnt wait to compete and reveal in victory afterwards. Their victory. The moon glanced over at the golden warden. Was it him or did he even glow a little. He wasnt exactly new to working with this err… comrade. But something about his presence unnerved him on this journey. Especially given the fact that he was going to have to be cruel and vicious on this trip. Could he handle it? Would he be disgusted? Not that Moon cared about what Alnis thought - they were only on missions together as they worked together well. Despite Alnis' showy looks and attitude, and much as they garnered unwanted

The Master stared at the Grand Saphiere through his binoculars. He preferred to stay afar, so that he could stay away from danger. Nevertheless, they’d have to creep closer to land more effective shots. But for now he could plan from the safety of a far away cliff. The ugly lumbering Grand Saphiere seems to be in a world all in their own. Across the dried landmass, the blue speck was easy to see even with the naked eye. But he wanted the binoculars anyways, to see specifics and plan more complicated maneuvers. The Grand Saphiere seemed not to move too quickly, its movements uncannily resembled an elephant, with its giant heavy legs. But with those wings... The Master couldn’t tell how the Saphiere would move in flight. So a land maneuver might be a lot safer, the dragons not rising more than a few feet above ground. Beside him, Rhuha twitched incessantly. She was not a dragon that liked to get her hands dirty, preferring instead comfy and cozy studios to fighting. While she wasn’t

Camilla tumbled backwards, struggling to gain her footing. Before her, the blue saphiere lumbered menacingly. It roared at her, a mixture of saliva and her blood flew towards her. Her golden twin brother dropped beside her. “Let’s go Camilla“, He pleaded. “Let’s retreat and regroup. We can’t fight this, maybe with sister Skye or Mother Rhuha we’ll finally stand a chance. But not like this, like this we’ll just be free food.” “There is no honour in retreat!” Exclaimed Camilla, destined to persevere. “If we befall the grand we’ll bring such honor upon us and the master! We must do this. We need this honor, this glory” “But what worth is honour if we don’t survive!” “It is worth everything! It will be worth the life I give it! As long as I can bring this Saphiere down, it’ll be well worth it!” “But what if you can’t bring it down?” “Then I’ll have a glorious death – no fault in that!” Camilla ignored the protests of her brother. He already had glory, he was the golden prize of