Maybe the thing Ever saw was the henchman esquire was talking about, and it came to hurt pezman, again cause the henchman didn't want pezman to tell anyone anything? 

Just a idea, but how does it sound? and Esquire ideas sound good. 

Ok sorry it took so long for me to post, I was just waiting for someone else to post, so I sorrta know the situation better. Also, can you make a list of all the characters so far? And is there anyone I can ship Sky with? I think I'm going to make her bi, so girls or boys. 

Also, does anyone want to join the RP I made? It needs, like, alot more people.

Skydream~ 

I shift the bag on my back, a tattered cotten one with details of dragon's soaring in the sky. It was heavy, heavy with things I couldn't leave behind. In the dark corner where no one could see me and I could see no one, and where I was hopefully out of ear shot, I whispered "how are you doing in there?" 

Shuffling. And then, "I could use some air....." 

I paused, listening. Echoes of conversations rebounded off the walls, but none seemed all that close. "Ok." I said finally, swinging the bag off my shoulder and onto the ground. The flap covering the things within shifted and undid itself. Out popped a little boy, my little brother. He stood up, stretched his arms, and looked around. "Better then our place." He scoffed. 

And he wasn't even being sarcastic. They had lived on the streets, with the other homeless beggars, working for little money and stealing most of their things.

Except the necklace around her neck. The gift their sister had gotten me a year back, just before she disappeared. The others said that she had died, but secretly I believed she lived. Somewhere far away from the stupid town. And she was also clearly missing her family.

"Mmmm, I'm hungry." Wolf said, stretching his legs. "And thirsty. But of course we have none of that."

"I'm sure some of the others do." I said. "Maybe we could....ask?"

"You mean you." My brother corrected. "I'm not supposed to be here, remember?"

"Right." I said, a little anxious. I hadn't really gotten to know the others at all, not even their names, I had been too worried about my secret luggage to really pay attention. And then too winded on the hike up cause of my heavy baggage to ask any questions.

"So.....?" Wolf started.

"Ya, ok, get back in the bag." 

"Wait what?" Wolf protested, taking a step back. 

"Oh, you thought I was leaving you, didn't you?" I chuckled. "Ya no, not happening. In the bag." 

Wolf grumbled angrily but didn't protest. I knew he was thinking about our sister too, and how she disappeared when she was alone. That wasn't happening to my brother as long as I was around.  

I slung the bag over my shoulder, and started back towards the others. Pausing, I took in the environment. Weren't there more kids then this? And where'd the dragons come from?

I nearly tripped and fell as my observation sunk in. "Guys!" I shouted, pointing at the dark beast. "There's  a dragon in here!"

Nobody seemed alarmed, and most of them looked surprised to see that I existed. "Well, we're dragon hunters aren't we?" I asked, drawing my backup escape plan for any robbery gone wrong out of my boot, a shinny and dangerously sharp and thin saber. "So let's kill that dragon!" 

~~~

Noon says haaa. Are you laughing at me missy? *shakes finger* *Noon almost bites it off* well I never!  

Name: Azari Taresen

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has tan skin and eyes the color of fire. Her hair is glossy jet black and wavy, it goes down to her hips and she always wears it loose and wild. She is petite and slender, but very strong. She is very beautiful despite the long, jagged scar that runs down her left cheek.

Personality: Azari is a reckless free-spirit. She is clever and quick to speak, which often gets her in trouble. She has a fierce stubborn streak and gets in arguements constantly, but behind her firey demeanor she is kind, confident, and passionate. Given her past experiences, she does not trust others and is quite the loner. she loves animals and chocolate and hates those who are to prideful. She was born with a dangerous magical gift which she is ashamed of and tries to conceal.

Strengths: She is clever, confident, and passionate. She is a skilled warrior and hunter and was born with the gift of fire. Once she trusts someone, she is kind and loyal.

Weaknesses: She is reckless, stubborn and speaks before she thinks. She does not trust others, which leaves her with few allies.

Background: She was born to a dragon hunter, but was cast out because of her dragonlike gift when she was 9 years old. Hoping for refuge, she traveled to a village but was met with anger and fear and was attacked, recieving her scar. Terrified, she fled into the mountains where she was taken in by a nomad named Arisia, with whom she lived until age 14. At that point, Arisia was killed by dragons, and Azari was left to fend for herself, living in a cabin at the base of Fuar Peak, where she remains now.

Password: Dragontooth

Other: Azari doesn't need to be a dragon hunter, but I think she would make a good supporting character and I would love to see her story... 

~Ever~

I returned to the cabin, confused. Were had the dark thing gone? What was it..and why was it watching us? 

I'll write more later.