Winter: Who and what are you?

*a dragon stood before him. With black and grey scales, wings with the pattern of a sunset, bright golden eyes, and adorned with a golden necklace with a ruby heart on it*

Solarflare: The name's Solarflare, I'm just dropping in.

Kinkajou: And it's mean to call him a what, Winter!

Winter: Hey! I could've said worse, like: What in the everloving fuck are you?

Solarflare: I'm actually across between SkyWing and NightWing.

Kestrel: As if a SkyWing would mate with a NightWing.

Peril: Pfft! Try a shape-shifting RainWing...

Kestrel: What?

Peril: What?

*Darkstalker barges in, breaking the door*

Darkstalker: Your door has such loose hinges.

Qibli: My door...

Darkstalker: Anyway, why did you call me here, Moon?

Moonwatcher: Well, we were dared to meet a new friend.

Solarflare: Hey there, Darkstalker! I think we may have a lot in common.

Darkstalker: Oh really? Have you ever felt the thrill of tearing your enemies limb from limb, and watching their families cry?

Solarflare: ....No. But I was granted immortality from my late boyfriend.

Darkstalker: Hey! Immortality is my thing, don't steal my thing!

Winter: Wait, Solarflare. How old are you?

Solarflare: I lost count.

Winter: Oh shit.

Darkstalker: And you're sure you can't die?

Solarflare: ....oh boy, if only that were true.

Darkstalker: What?

Solarflare: Nothing!