Hills of Maharth

Group of snow covered mountains. Many war items and other stuff can be found here.

There was an ear-splitting roar as Tyrannos, one of the mightiest black dragons landed on the ground, and stood on it's hind legs, baring it's teeth menacingly. Tyrannos surveyed the area that surrounded him, and saw nothing. He growled loudly, then crept forward a few steps. He was hungry, and he knew what would do just fine on a day like this.

Xanon heard the growl. Comming from the other side. Black Dragon. It would be better to get out of here. But hills are steep and there is a long way down.

Looking up, and around, he couldn't find the dragon. That mean he's somewhere far away on the other side of the mountain range. But here live 2 dark dragons, on each side one. Whose side is he on??

Tyrannos smelt something. Something. An elf? He growled in anger, then took to the skies to try and find the intruder. He hated elves. Although it was rather hard to se because of the trees that were growing on the mountain tops, Tyrannos persisted. He was determined to find the intruder.

Xanon noticed the dragon. It was hard not to whit his black huge wings.
"Why did i have to go this way?"
Upset and talking to himself, Xanon had to think fast. He started to run. Wind was following him in his speed. But the dragon was still close, too close. He stoped.
"Animus Naturalis"
Xanon turned into a green cloud, entering an oak tree.

Tyrannos suddenly stopped, and looked. The elf had disappeared, the last thing visible being some kind of green cloud. The dragon landed on his feet, the paced around. He can't have gotten far. He must have been hiding or something.

Xanons tension grow with every second. He can't stay long in this form. But maby the dragon will go away. It all depends on it. If that fails, he will need to find another way to protect himself, since his arrows won't do as much of damage.