Ecru glowered at nothing in particular, waiting. When night finally tolled, Ecru stiffly got up and leaped into the air, blasting fire into a rather bright column. He stopped flaming the air promptly, as to conserve the venom that ignited from his flint fangs. Ecru circled the air, gathering speed to make a climb into the sky. He stopped, and, hovering in the air as long as he could, Ecru began shooting a jet of fire like a flamethrower that could leave any living creature a nasty burn. Ecru shut his mouth after while, then dove down to the forest and dropped through the foliage. Ecru glanced around, then shot out a loud roar, hoping to hear an answering roar from Marina.
"Who does he think he is, acting like he owns this place?" asked Miasma out loud to Cyanide.
Cyanide gave a shrug. "Let's go ask him."
Miasma galloped up to Ecru, who was again recharging the amount of venom he had.
"Hello," Miasma confidently said, strolling up to him.
"Who are you?" snarled Ecru, who leaped to face Miasma. He lowered himself into his hunting stance, teeth bared. He quickly took in the strange creature. This creature was dark colored, and although Ecru got the faint impression there was some color to go with the gray, it was too dark to tell. The creature was built mostly as a horse. Its mane was somewhat messy, as well as its tail. The unicorn's mane also grew in the front of its face, giving the appearance of slight bangs. The unicorn's hooves were each somewhat hidden behind flairs of fur or hair like that of the mane and tail.
Cyanide timidly followed behind Miasma and nickered. "We should ask you the same, intruder." There was a faint accusatory tone.
"I am Ecru, son of Pyrite and Cerise." With that, Ecru puffed up with pride. As if to underline this pride, Ecru snorted and blew a small puff of fire.
"Well, Ecru, son of Pyrite and Cerise," said Miasma haughtily, "I am Miasma, daughter of- oh, who am I kidding? I don't know my parents, my linage." She tossed her head, her gray, shale horn, piercing the air. Their horns, as both their horns were the same, were gray and rock-like indeed. The horns extended straight outwards from the unicorns' foreheads for four inches before upturning. At the new angle, the horn tapered off at 3 inches.
"Ecru, I am Cyanide," the other unicorn said.
Ecru tilted his head slightly, and relaxed his hunting crouch slightly. "If I may ask, how come you two don't know your parents? If you don't know your parents, how do you get your names?"
Miasma nodded. "Our physical appearances may be somewhat misleading. We are hatched in clutches of about three eggs. Both Cyanide and I hatched from our respective clutches and met, and now, we are mates."
Ecru straightened up. "Well then, what are you two doing?"
Miasma seemed about to say something, but Cyanide interjected. "Actually, Ecru, we live here. You don't. So I would say that you should be the party to answer first."
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Miasma laughed.
Ecru glanced at the two unicorns. "I'm trying to find my mate," Ecru finally conceded.
"Really?" Miasma purred, clearly interested in this case. She trotted closer to Ecru in the dim light. "What happened?"
Ecru flinched, but continued his story. "My mate and I were looking for another dragon, that is our species I mean, and we went to look in those mountains. My mate was knocked away from me in a rock slide, and she hasn't found me yet." Ecru sighed, adding, "and I haven't found her," quietly to himself.
Miasma was so close she was nearly touching Ecru. "We can help find your mate," she murmured.
Cyanide also began walking over, and was too at Ecru's side, whispering suggestion into his vulnerable mind.
"How?" whispered Ecru. He could feel his hope slipping, the hope that he would ever find his mate. Horror filled his mind as he imagined Marina dead, her beautiful wings tattered, torn, full of holes. He pictured her trapped underneath a tomb of stone, roaring, shrieking, calling for help- his help- that he would not be able to hear and therefore give. Ecru's mouth nearly betrayed a whimper as he imagined her starving and thirsty, unable to move because she was injured or worse. If that was the case, Ecru only hoped that the water reserve of Marina's ice beam would be tapped into for the survival of his mate.
Miasma looked over at Cyanide, who had the ability to insert not certain thought, but suggestions and ideas that still yet had the power to influence the recipient's mind and action. Miasma gave a faint nod to Cyanide. Cyanide nodded back.
Ecru gave a small sigh. "Miasma, can you really help me find Marina?" He, for once, let his mate's name escape his throat.
Miasma voice lowered. "Yes."
There was a long moment of silence.
Finally, Ecru answered.
"I'll do anything to get my Marina back."
