OOC: Yeah, Donnie is a dragon. If you'd like a little bit of background and whatnot on him, you can find his bio here. Just so you don't feel too bad, I'm a newbie too, but I've RPed a lot elsewhere, so I'm not clueless.

Danuvaen's blood lust was only worsened when his talon ripped her shoulder. A low rumbling sound echoed from within his chest, almost like sinister laughter. He truly expected her to be his dinner. He did not, however, expect her to dash out of sight. With a furious snarl, he breathed in deep, testing the flavor of the air. The wind wafted her scent to him from a concentration of foliage nearby. His eyes narrowed as he considered how to come at her next. He was starving; every movement took effort. He didn't have time to play hide and seek with her. His tail twitched irritably as if it had a mind of its own. This had to be ended, and quick.

Counting on his superior sense of smell and sight, he rocketed into the air and hovered above her several hundred feet. He wanted her to come out from her little hiding place. He wanted to break her back in one dive and carry her off to a safer place for consumption. Of course, having lived wild for several weeks, he'd learned he didn't always get what he wanted. But he was going to try.

OOC: Mind if I join? lol time to meet Solarae!

IC: Solarae raced towards the sounds of battle, intrigued by the thought of getting into a fight. The centuries-old dragoness loved a good fight, and had been in many. So many, in fact, that she only seldomly found a difficult opponent. Her small orange form whisked towards the scene, and she halted before she reached the immediate area, scenting the air with wide nostrils. She could smell a two-leg, and a dragon. The dragon's scent was laced with the signs that he was hungry; starving, even. Solarae anticipated the thought of fighting off a starving dragon, for those in such a condition were much more fierce. If he proved a good sport and accepted defeat, however, she would be glad to hunt for him. Poor guy. Too bad I'm gonna have to kick your butt, she thought, laughing.

The small dragoness- only about as tall as a human when she stood- slunk beneath the scraggly bushes, creeping closer. She could see some of it now, or at least the wild rushes of movement and attacks. The two-leg girl darted away, and the dragon rose into the air to search for her. Solarae caught his nostrils moving, and was thankful that she was downwind of the fight.

She ran away, bounding over obstacles and ducking under branches. She reached a higher hillside, and stopped, turning around to see what was happening. The large gray dragon was still hovering. Solarae tensed her muscles, unfurling her fiery colored wings in preparation to spring. She leapt from the hill, catching the air with her wings and shooting towards the bigger dragon. She surged at him, announcing herself with a battle cry, and flew over his back. She snapped her wings forward, flipped around in the air, and dove straight onto his back, crouching between his wings and out of his reach. Move away from the human, man. I don't want to see your scales get singed. Oh, wait! That's what they already look like! she cried, laughing.

OOC: I just wanted to clarify that yes, I did change Donnovan to Danuvaen. It was his original name, I changed it at the last second, and I don't even remember why. Personality and appearance wise, though, he's still the same dragon.

Perhaps in any other situation, Danuvaen would have been thrilled to meet another member of his species. As far as his limited realm of knowledge went, the only dragons in existence were Saphira, Shruikan, Thorn, and himself. This one was clearly female, and shockingly tiny, but he didn't have time to contemplate it before she was on his back. Surely she knew what a pestilence she was; from between his wing joint, he couldn't even turn his neck around and grab her foreleg, as he most likely would have been able to were she of normal size. He roared in frustration and began to fly madly like a dragon possessed in a misguided attempt to throw her off.

'I'm hungry and she's of no concern to you,' he said acidly, executing an aerial backflip that he hoped would have the desired effect. At the back of his mind he knew that it was futile. He knew he couldn't reach her, nor could he throw her off, and he was only wasting his time trying. With a great sigh, he simply ceased flying, allowing himself to free fall until he was just fifty feet from the ground. There he extended his full wingspan and allowed the membrane between the bones to act as a parachute, delivering him and his unwanted cargo to earth.

'There. I'm leaving her alone. Now off.' His pride injured, he shook himself rapidly in a last attempt to throw her off. Having her simply glide off unharmed would hardly make him feel better. He looked over to the brush and trees where he knew his prey was hiding regretfully. She would have been a delectable end to his unwilling fasting.

OOC: Hey, same goes for Solarae, what Deyja said earlier. The link to her bio's in my sig, in case you want to know anything else. lol

IC: Solarae gripped the larger dragon's scales tightly with her talons, unshakable from his back. She had a lot of experience fighting other dragons, who were always larger than herself. She knew enough to stay on this one's back for a while. She cocked her head in slight confusion when he landed, giving her a shake and conceding with a demand for her removal. She grinned and patted his back in a friendly manner.

In truth, I'm a little disappointed you didn't decide to fight. But that's okay. And dude, if you're hungry, I can catch you something. I happen to be a very proficient hunter, she said happily, hopping off his back and leaping into a tree. She would keep her eye on him for now in case the dark gray decided to try something, but she wouldn't persist in fighting when she could make a potential friend.

My name's Solarae, by the way. And contrary to appearances, I'm actually a few centuries old, she introduced, her sky blue eyes sparkling. Her dramatically shifted demeanor gave away how she treated others; she was extremely friendly to anyone she thought might be a friend, and fought ferociously anyone who might be an enemy. To her, there was no gray area. She grinned again, exposing the extremely long, gleaming pair of canine teeth in her upper jaw.