Sorry this took a while. :) Spammy says "irkd". Irked?

Elyana-

"Xell, please stop talking!" I whisper. "We're close to the dragon now, even I can smell it." Xell has been chattering endlessly, but I've only been able to catch a few of the words. Some of them aren't very appropriate for a 172-year-old dragon to know.
As we creep through the rocky hills in search of the dragon's cave, I spot a pile of animal bones politely concealed by a scraggly bush. Dragons may be ruthless when it comes to eating, but they do have table manners. The stench is getting worse now, so we must be close.
Peering around a large rock, I can see a large cave just a few yards away. Some of the small plants around the outside have been singed or burned, and there are more bones hidden in the bushes. I grin at Xell. He bares his teeth.
We tiptoe up to the cave and peek inside. The dragon is sitting there, head almost touching the ceiling, red scales dark in the dim light of the cave, sharp teeth tearing into something I can't recognize. From the bumps on its neck, I can tell that it's a female.
"Stay here." I creep into the cave and get around to the back as quietly as possible. The dragon still hasn't noticed me. Then, trying to untangle the rope I've been carrying, my foot shuffles against some dry leaves. Instantly the dragon whips her head around and stares at me. I freeze.
"Um, hi," I say, struggling with the rope. The dragon roars, something loosely translated into, "Go away, puny human!" and a threat of some sort. Smoke starts wisping from her mouth. Uh-oh. Suddenly, the knot in the rope comes free, and I jump out of the way just as a jet of flame hits the spot. The dragon roars.
Quickly, I run around behind her and toss the rope around her neck. She tries to twist her head to flame at me, but she can't reach. I climb onto her, and she flies out of the smoky cave. She doesn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, just trying to get me off. I cling onto the rope as she thrashes her head and tail, climbing higher and higher in the air. As soon as we're far enough away, I call out for Xell.
"Xell! Catch me!" I look desperately around for him, and spot a flash of green out of the corner of my eye. "Over here!" I shout. Xell comes closer, and I take a breath and let go of the rope.
For a moment I'm freefalling through the air, but Xell swoops under me and I land heavily on his back. A spine is jabbing my stomach, and it hurts.
"Owww," I moan, repositioning myself to a more comfortable position. "I should so get paid extra for this."

When Xell and I get back to the cave, we start the dragon-proofing by clearing out the bones and animal remains. This used to make me cringe and squeal, but now I barely notice. Next, we find the dragon's hoarde and move everything to the outside for her to find when she returns. Xell is looking at a few of the items with puppy-dog eyes, but I give him a stern look to get him back to work.
For the last part, Xell has to stay outside. I get some special herbs and charms out of my satchel and start placing them around the cave. The herbs are just sprinkled anywhere on the floor, but the charms have to be facing particular directions. I get out my compass and start turning it around different ways, hanging little trinkets on irregularities on the cave wall. These will wear off after a while, but by then the dragon will have settled back into the forest. Outside, Xell starts sneezing, setting fire to a clump of dry leaves. After a final sprinkle, I brush myself off and hop onto Xell's back.
"Time to go," I say, and we take off.

can I join?

NAME: Adela

AGE: fifteen

OCCUPATION:Run away rich girl, wants to be dragon rider, dosen't have a dragon yet.

PERSONALATY: She is nobal and kind and she is rather shy. If posible, she uses peacful conflict resolution. If not, she'll fight for what's right. She isn't girly, but she isn't a tomboy.(She sertanly isn't delicate.) She gets frustrated easely with tasks, but is very pationt with living things.

APEARENCE: Long, golden brown hair, tan skin, clear green eyes, a few freckles across her nose bridge and doted around her cheeks, and hardend feet (no dead skin, surprisingly).

FUN FACT: She has a strange conection with dragons and is able to speak dragon language as well as understand it.

So can I?

P.S. I'm Alexandra's sister.

*Gets Xell to translate somehow*

Yup, Annie turned 10 on Monday.

Can I join too?

Name: Endeyrory Pracea (Say it: en-day-roar-ee prey-see-a) Goes by Endey the Slayer

Age: 17

Appearance: Tallish, blackish hair, brownish eyes

Personality: Doesn't talk unless necessary, or if he's drunk too much wine. But he doesn't drink wine anymore.

Occupation: Dragon Slayer. Endey has no illusions about what it takes to actually kill a dragon, does not want to be an idiotic knight who charges at a dragon and yells "DIE!!" at the same time. Endey actually was going to be a blacksmith, until three years ago, when a fourteen feet rogue dragon rampaged through his town, and killed Endey's entire family, including his little sister. Endey now is trying to make dragons extinct, even the nice ones.

Weapons: Two swords, numerous nets. Various magical items

Other: Makes money by selling dragon skin and other dragon bodyparts on the blackmarket.

Questions and concerns: I'm not sure if I used enough gender specific pronouns, but Endey is a boy.

Can he be the bad guy?

And, are your characters going to meet up anytime soon?

Spammy says mtcx. Meet the fox? Meet the cox? Meet the sox? What fox? What is a cox? Well duh, Spammy. White sox rule! Go Chicago!

Oh, and I forgot to say...

Endey hates dragons, and therefore hates dragon riders. Well, not so much hate, but more like completely disgusted with.

Blackmarket: Skins, horns, hearts, meat, even eyeballs for the really creepy ones.

Should I draw a map? I'm going to draw a map, because I have nothing to do today, and I'm bored.

Spammy says nmwx. I think Spammy's gone insane. Poor Spammy.

grrr.... Made a map, scanned it, made it dark with photoshop, but can't get it on to here because my computer is from 2001, it's slow, and nothing works right.

Spammy says ryag. Spammy is definitely insane. Poor Spammy