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[Jasper]

Long legs carried a strangely silver and white creature swiftly through the terrain of bones and nightmares; his smoldering set of eyes glanced only at the ground before him as nothing else seemed to catch his attention. Things were silent on the open night. Everyone was lost in their sleep, dreaming of hunts and summertime while their leader found muse in the lands of bleached bones and mottled green moss. The ground seemed to call to him and his strange, morbid ways. Though Jasper had the wings of a dragon and the heart of one as well, he found that the earth was a place of strange beings and that his paws could hold him just as well as his leathery tools.

With a sense of grace and balance, his wings flapped downward and he lifted himself into the air merely four feet above the ground, finding the difficulty in simply keeping his draconian tips from touching the bones that lay beneath him. The rough patches where they were piles so high were difficult to get around, and the easier measure would have been to use his given right and propel himself right over the structure. When finally having pushed himself six feet above the ground and looking down at the measly little pile, a smirk creased his features and he allowed himself to drop and glide over to the other side, landing in the sand and crushing what appeared to be a lizard’s skull underneath his massive white paw. Then, he folded the deep blood-colored wings close to his body and continued to walk along the desolate area.

[Mercury]

It was late at night and mercury knew she should be in bed, but honestly, how could anyone sleep with such interesting places just beside their borders? The beach she had previously been exploring had changed into what she was now gingerly walking over, trying not to break the remains; A Graveyard. She looked closely at the bones as she walked and recognized all sorts of animals. There were owls, mice, seabirds, lizards, squirrels, and a while back she had thought she had seen a wolf skull. That particular artifact had prompted Mercury to scuttle quickly in the opposite direction. She did not want to examine that Item more closely.

It got latter and latter and Mercury was thinking of turning around and starting on her way home when she saw a sight that she knew was impossible. A wolf was flying on bat like wings! She hid behind a boulder placed among the piles of bones, and peered around to stare at the strange creature. Now occasionally in her family they had seen wolves with feathery wings, with spikes, and occasionally with delicate looking butterfly wings; but this… This wolf looked like he was one of the dragons she used to tell her nieces and nephews they’d get eaten by if they didn’t behave. She watched as he, for it could definitely not be a female, touched down and folded his leathery wings to his side.

Mercury paused a moment before she followed slowly after the wolf, keeping him just barely insight. She was afraid that if she called to the strange creature he would disappear or something, into smoke, but he stayed solid and kept walking over the bones, paying no mind to which ones he was cracking underneath his paws. She tried to step carefully over the bones, not wanting to make noise to alert the other wolf that he was being followed, but with all these bones it was bound to happen. She stepped on a large leg bone and it cracked with a resounding snap. She lost her footing tripping over the matching skull to the leg bone and ended up falling on her side, causing a small landslide in a pile of bones behind her. She looked over at the winged creature, apprehensive of his reaction, with a dear-in-the-headlights look plastered on her face. She wasn’t so sure how fondly the creature would take to being followed.