Nilda begins to stand up and watches the dragon thrash about. She puts away with her blowgun before slowly and cautiously walking over. It did need to be trained a bit with the way it tried to buck off the Thief Queen. However, if that was the worst of it, then the dragon would be an excellent addition.

She tilts her head as Aria bends down and whispers to the beast as if addressing a frightened child. It was not the tone most people used with wild, dangerous animal. She does catch sight of the fangs around its neck, which has her curious. She had never seen a dragon to wear things like that or fashion jewelry for itself in general. Did it already belong to someone?

Garaile stopped beating his chest with his sword, and advanced slowly towards the dragon. He did lower the weapon to point towards the ground rather than at the dragon itself. He kept his eyes focused on its head, waiting to see if it was bluffing or if Nilda's aim was as true as usual.

"Aria Wurud, get your little rump off that dragon and let it settle. We have no intentions of killing it, I think. Docile already, it'll make a good edition to our mountain hoppers."

He sheathed his sword and reached his hand out towards the beasts chest.

"Settle down, now, you big brute. You're in good hands, you'll live well and proper."

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Some where on the island a large roar could be herd echoing across the island; the murderous island grand nest was awakening for their evening hunt. Soon the land would be swarming with dragons looking to fill there bellies and the belly of their nest leader. The mountain itself seemed to shake with the increased activity. Like bats from a cavern the first flock rose into the sky. 
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Verix's eyes glared at Garaile. "Like I'd ever want to live with your kind.." He snorted, his coloration changing now to a shifting slide ot brown, yellow, yellow green, and right as he began to settle and drift off, light and Ice blue. Finally the dragon fell to the ground, terrified that he would never wake again, or worse.. wake captured for human's amusement.

Aria quirked an eyebrow at the comment about her rump, her gaze shifting to look down at that perfect curved ass. She looked up at him with a quirk of her lips; her teal eyes glinting mischievously.

”Get thy perfect ass meant for a goddess is what you meant right?”

She giggled; and slowly slid off the dragon as he…well passed out…she wouldn’t exactly call it settling. She ran her hand over its smooth scales, it was pretty amazing how they changed colors; she always liked the feeling of dragon scales. Her expression changing from playful to slightly troubled as she watched the large beast let out its last growls before drifting off into a troubled slumber.

”You capture dragons for mounts?”

This was news to her; she figured most tribes like the rest were at wits ends with dragons….never crossed the lot of them to use the beasts as mounts…just the idea of it; it seemed off to her especially since some of them from what she observed seemed so intelligent. She walked around to the dragons front; trailing her hand along the fangs; she bent down to inspect them.

”An adult and a baby fang”

She walked to the snout careful to stay behind it, a dagger once more slid into her grip…quite possible the weapon was up a sleeve. Either way she took the blunt end of the dagger to peel back the dragons lips; inspecting inside its mouth….no fangs seemed to be missing. Her red brows furrowed at the new puzzle, she looked at whatever it was that held the fangs to the dragons neck. She had heard of some dragons having humanoid like hands; but this wasn’t one of them.

”odd...”

Aria looked up as the loud screech could be heard; it was feeding time for the dragons….it would probably best to get to safety.

”What do we do with him? Dragons are not above scavenging and in this state this pretty fellow is bigger dragon bait then I am….at least I think it’s a him…”

She walked over behind the dragon and lifted up its tail.

”YEP it’s a him”

Nilda’s eyes keep on the necklace as Aria mentions it. “I saw that. Wondering if it had a previous owner at some point. It would explain why it didn’t attack and came so close to us. I don’t remember anyone saying that a dragon had gone missing though.”

The sky darkens with the sight of thousands of dragons. The sounds from them fill the air. Nilda looks up at the flying swarm and then back down to the color-changing dragon. It only takes a few more moments before the dragon falls into a deep slumber. She walks up next to the dragon, just to make sure it was still alive but unconscious, looking at its breathing and checking its heart rate. “Completely out,” she says.

She looks to her father, “I think we will need some help to drag him out of here. I am willing to stay with him until then.” She takes a seat beside the mood dragon, and keeps her eyes up on the sky.

Garaile nodded at his daughter, a small smile creeping onto his face. He turned, and loudly shouted.

"Dragons! Warriors to me!" With the shapes of the crags and cliffs and mountains, he knew his voice would carry, echoed across the village in just moments. It shouldn't be long before some of the Tribesmen appeared, armored up and ready for a fight. In the mean time, he had a dragon to move.

"Nilda, left fore shoulder. Aria, right fore shoulder. You two men, take the rear legs, just inside by the tail. I'll take the gut."

Garaile strode over to the beast, and pushed slightly against its- his- ribcage to get his hands underneath and started to push. The beast was not light, but then no dragon ever really was. Except the little ones. And they were only good for a light stew, or chasing rats out of the barns. Garaile hefted, not intending to give the local nest a free meal; they'd never leave the tribe alone if he did.

Aria shrugged at Nildas comment about the dragon being tamed before.

”I have encountered wild dragons before that didn’t out right attack before;…but I suppose that’s a theory that makes the most sense”

Arias men looked towards her when suddenly they were given orders by someone who clearly was not their chief. Aria sighed as her question was clearly ignored; her attention sliding to her men who were staring at her questioningly. She just shrugged and went to go grab the right fore shoulder; her men fallowed suit and grabbed there in. Aria turned her attention back to Nilda a smile on her face.

”See first name basis; we’ll most definitely be giving each other nick names soon”

Nilda takes her place at the left fore shoulder and heaves up. As they hoist the dragon up, she starts to walk them out of the forest and to safety. She keeps a good pace for those behind her to follow and keeps parallel to Aria. She shakes her head at the first name basis comment, but smiles a tad. Quick enough to miss if one blinked.

As they exit, she takes a look at her fellow villagers, suited up to take on the dragon swarm above. She wasn’t going to witness much action tonight it seemed. Instead, she makes her way to where the large dragons were normally kept.

Garaile grunted under the belly of the dragon, holding this thing up was going to take some stamina. Fortunately, he only had to give a cursory shout for orders to the tribesmen, when attention was sent his way, anyway.

"As to keeping them as mounts, yes, we use the dragons to get across the crags, quite often." He grunted under the weight again, foricng himself to take a sharp deep breath and avoid tripping. "I figured you, of all people, would have known that."

He glanced up at the underbelly of the dragon, and cursed himself under his breath for not getting a cart brought to him as well as the soldiers.

"Warriors, circle us and don't let any of those thieving beasts get at us!"

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The swarm went up and circled the island a couple of times; before turning and bee lining it straight towards the group. They were small bat like dragons; that let out a high pitched squeals. From on the island it looked as though it formed a bluish black cloud. A cloud which moved with irregularity and was coming closer. 

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Aria listened with an amused expression on her face; the fact the Murderous clan rode dragons wasn’t that well known. They weren’t very ….open…when it came to their customs, and they were efficient enough at their work that you really didn’t see them often…those that did, didn’t usually live to tell the tale.

”Taking rumors for fact and actually confirming it are two different things oh great shiny scales. Your daughter as already proven one such assumption based on rumor false.”

Her head perked up at the mention of thieves.

”That’s not a very nice way to refer to your guest our hands are full anyways!”

She grinned; obviously joking…however her face fell as she saw the swarm of dragons rising into the sky. Her large teal eyes widen at just the sheer numbers of them…her face paling when she relized the potential danger that they posed.

”er…you guys wouldn’t happen to have a nest of Vampire Vex’s here….would ya…”

Aria began to pick up her pace, heavy load or not…

“I suppose you have not seen the other parts of the island then,” Nilda replies to Aria, “They can be near impossible to travel, but are worth seeing.” The Bay was beautiful but so were some of the crags and cliffs if you could get up there. “There is always the option of eating it too,” Nilda adds. Whether she is joking or not is unclear. Yet, if on cue, the vampire dragons begin to move toward them. “I did not mean for you,” she yells back at the swarm.

Nilda quickens her pace to keep up with everyone else. “There is a large nest near by. So Vampire Vex and many other things. This happens frequently,” Nilda responds. She wishes that she could pull out a weapon, but she would lose her grip on the creature.

Garaile stumbled under the weight of the dragon, and from Aria's sudden quickening of pace. He almost lost full grip on the underbelly, but managed just at the last moment to shove himself back up, just in time with everyone else. His shoulder ached from the bruise he was certain was forming under the armor, it was probably time to repad it. In his readjustment, he risked a glance at the skies for the swarm. His eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth.

"Nilda, make for the blacksmith shop! We will have to hold them off from there instead!"

He cursed under his breath, his armor taking on an orange hue. Clearly, his agitation had begun to show.

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The vex of dragons were approaching closer; it would not be long until they were upon the group. They could smell there preys fear and they let out a cry of jubilation.

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