The day wore on forever...
Waves of heat rose from the moist undergrowth like ocean tides across a distant shore. Mosquitoes swarmed in plumes of living smoke, hovering above the stagnant poolos of brackish water along the dier areas of the river bed that snaked across the trails throughout the woods of King's Point.
The small band of hunters had picked up the scent of their prey and were rapidly closing the distance between themselves and a Dragon...
As they rounded a bend in the path, a shimmer of bright green scales flashed in the sunlight that broke through the forest canopy and caught the attention of the Dark Knight. Bracing himself for what he knew would be a hard fight, he felt a firm hand clutch his shoulder and heard a familiar voice speak calmly in his ear...
"No Delphos..." said Avatar, relaxing his grip slightly, "those are Green Dragons not Mystic Dragons." "We're only hunting Mystic Dragons today Bro, not green ones!"
"Ah Hell... They're all the same to me!" said Delphos with a smirk.
The group of Green Dragons trailed their way down the path, crossing within weapons range of the hunting party. The tension in the air was tangible and seemed to thicken as the two groups moved closer to one another. No longer able to contain his own Cat-born reflexes, the Dark Knight hissed a low curse in his natural language and the Dragons continued their march without response.
The day wore on forever...