Before She got away, one of the Grylra drakes tried to get friendly with me. Started pushing. Hard. I didn't want him. And I was alone... Sharrah had passed out again, Khasra was out hunting. I was afraid... but I wouldn't show it. I showed him anger, and fierceness. Refusal. Finally he understood, and let me be.
OOC, Windshadow, that was good RP... I really was so scared, even RL!

Khasra came back, and everything was good again. The Grylra drake never bothered me again. Maybe they have some honor after all.

But then one day I came back from hunting, and She was gone! GONE!!! The ssstupid drakes had all left too, and she got away somehow! When Stormdancer got back, I attacked him for it. He was suprised, ssssstupid soft Grylra. Didn't fight me off, couldn't explain how she got away. I hurt him some, then flew away. Never found her. Hope she died in the cliffs. Wanted to kill her myself. Oh... ssso bad. Wanted to bite her throat in two... wanted to feel her blood pump out for me... hrrrr... ssssstill makes me mad. She needs to die. Sssomeday.

Khasra and I lived apart from any aerie for a few weeks. Hunted the Grylra lands as much as we could. Made love as often as we could. It was wonderful... enough to make me not care so much about Her getting away, anmore. Khasra does that to me. Makes everything better. Makes me forget everything. For a little while, anyway. But ... there were still those ... little voices. In my head. About things that had happened to me. About how bad I was. I knew it was Sharrah talking... and it was wrong... but I couldn't not hear them. Couldn't make them go away for long.

We found out that Elizarraraz had risen to some power in the southern fort, Crag. We hated Sharrah, but we were still Shkrill, and fiercely proud of it. So we joined that aerie. She accepted both of us. It was good to be back again. So good.