Runner's Start (Private)

((yeah, her nighttime dragon form is about 1.5 times as big as a horse, not including the wings, and mainly relies on running rather than flying because that takes up too much energy. Fire's a no go, so it's just snappy snappy and claws))

Tessa froze, unable to move thanks to the thing invading her senses. Her mouth hung open, and her arms were limp at her sides. She couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe on her own. She solely belonged to the Enerna, and its violent thoughts overrode any sense of good that might've popped in her mind. A slow, fang-filled grin spread over her lips as her pupils turned to narrow, vertical slits.

The sun had set at this point. Tess knew nothing besides the need to kill the boy standing before her. Limits were nothing. Her relationship with the boy, however complicated, meant nothing. It was nonexistent. Kill kill kill kill. In a flash of sunlight, she was now a small dragon that stood somewhat taller than a large horse at the shoulders, her long neck lifting her head in a regal manner, lips pulled back in a snarl.

(here's Tess's dragon)

The golden dragon roared in a challenge at the sight of a new dragon, its instincts kicking in to take it down. Sun dragons were very hostile creatures, and extremely protective of their safety. If they saw another that looked like a threat, they attack on sight. Mix that with a possessed, trained, and deadly killer? You have yourself a recipe for destruction.

The dragon spread its large wings and launched itself into the sky after the white one, its hide making a faint sound of metal slicing through the air each time it moved.

((yeah, Tess will be a little faster thanks to her smaller body, but still not as fast and agile as Runner))

The dragon snarled and snapped at Runner, only to bite air. She cried out in anger and whirled around towards where her opponent had gone. Only anger and violence drove her as she took off after Runner, and the being controlling that anger was happy to sit back and watch the show.

Tessa's conscience had been pushed too far back, at least the parts of her that she regained after spending three years in healthy freedom in the company of those seeking to help her. Only the savage remnants of her past remained—the parts of her that had fought to keep her alive, even when her life was miserable. Theresa had been cold and heartless, thrilled with the hunt and delighted by the prospect of showing off her power over those believed to be better than her. The chase is what she lived for.

The dragon flew as fast as she could, snapping at Runner's tail and bearing her teeth. Her throat steadily heated up, readying to fire on Runner once the chance arose.

The dragon snarled in frustration when her prey sped up. She snorted some steam at him in Tessa's typical form of retaliation, then glanced up at the clouds. Without any indication of what she was planning, the dragon gave a mighty flap of her wings and rocketed upwards into the dark clouds.

Now in cover, the dragon steadily glided through the clouds, head down and searching for the slippery enemy. She would have the element of surprise up here, even with her golden scales. The dark clouds made the already dull color even duller, mostly hiding her from view. Now just for him to get in the perfect spot for her to pounce…

The Sun dragon happened to see the tail end of Runner's dragon winding into the ocean, and she roared in unchecked fury. Sun dragons were naturally hateful of water, and that was clear when she dived down and flared her wings right before she touched the water, gliding over it with a permanent sneer.

The dragon skimmed over the water, swerving back and forth as she kept an eye on the other dragon's progress behind her. She snorted angrily, fed up with her enemy's antics.

The dragon thrashed in a panic, the fire in her throat instantly dying out. Her wings were pinned to her body, but they would've been useless anyway in the water. They were too big and bulky to be of much use. Still in a slight panic, the dragon snapped its jaws wildly in an attempt to grab hold of something.

Stubborn as always, the dragon thrashed and snapped some more before blacking out. But—right before she did so, her eyes locked onto Runner's and glinted with a brief flash of gratitude before rolling back, her body going limp.

((That would be an interesting event))

Now that she was incapacitated, Tessa had a mental battle with the creature possessing her. She was angry as usual, but this time the anger was directed towards the person who brought out the parts of her that she so desperately tried suppressing—and made her hurt Runner. She raked mental claws down the creature, pushing back with all her might.

On the outside, the dragon didn't stir. She breathed steadily, albeit a little heavily. Her head was half-buried in the sand, and one of her wings was pinned beneath her body.

Tessa backed off of the demon, knowing that her fighting it wasn't going to do anything. She would have to rely on Runner for the time being.

A crack of lightning cut through the sky right after the fire went out, and once the flash receded, a horrible mix between creature and man stood before Runner, hands folded behind his back. "Listen to the little demon, boy, and you'll see that the words ring true."

Agdrin crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the boy before him. "The power of chaos is no laughing matter, boy. I'm aware of who you are, and I'm here for a one-time offer. The power in your veins has great potential, and I'm offering to teach you how to wield it. That sorry excuse of a teacher," he jerked his chin at the unconscious dragon, "has no idea how much potential you have. Only I can truly show you what it means to be powerful."