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{
"author": "Blackbolt (Base by Cloudymaws)",
"message": "He doesn't know if him arriving at the brink of dusk is a good thing, or a bad thing. Good, because the night allows him to travel silently and swiftly through the mountains without getting spotted by a Skywing patrol. Bad, because it's a couple more hours to the Sky Kingdom, and by the time he arrived it'll be daytime, therefore his sleep schedule is down in the gutters.\n\nBut he can't really complain now, could he? Not when he's here for the task of taking a life.\n\nIt's weird, really. Back in his younger days in the army, he never had any big issues in regards to taking a life. He didn't go out of his way to kill willy-nilly, but whenever his superiors asked him to take the shot, he took it with little resistance. But now, he won't finish a fight with only him as the survivor. He'll leave bruises, scars that takes weeks to heal, but ones that won't kill them. One that ensures survival, if he could. The blood of someone else on his talons makes him weak at his knees. \n\nIf only he can avoid that fatality here.\n\nThe contract was clear cut and dry; the target was an elite in Skywing society, allegedly related to the captain of the royal guard by a slim margin. Noble to all, but cruel to the unseen, demanding work from the lower class and taking more from the unfortunate. The buyer wants him dead in 3 days. Methods used are irrelevant, as long as he's gone before sunrise.\n\nWhat the target is up to, is the only reason he even accepted the contract. So he'll make his time worth. \n\nWings as silent as his namesake, the masked Nightwing glides gracefully through the air, steadily appraching a large opening between the mountains. A good place to rest his wings, and hide from possible Skywing patrols. Wouldn't want to tell them why a suspicious looking Nightwing is all alone in their territory. \n\nBlackbolt had gone through the mission with the knowledge that he's the sole hunter. But he couldn't be far more wrong. \n\nFor his keen eyes had barely missed a figure hiding in the shadows. Watching him approach."
},
{
"author": "Eucalyptus",
"message": "Eucalyptus was used to being pursued but not so... Unsubtly. Sure, she's had her fair share of Nightwing assassins but they weren't nearly as obvious about their presence as this one was.\nPerhaps her commissioner had sent another dragon to make sure she got the job done? Or perhaps this was merely a passerby? Whatever the case, the dragon soaring overhead looked quite strange if a little intimidating.\nEuca felt a cold lump beginning to form in her stomach as she swallowed hard, narrowing her eyes at the partially obscured Nightwing. If she was going to be monitored then so be it but she wasn't going to be particularly pleasant or friendly about it.\n\nThe Sandwing shuffled backward, further into the trees to avoid being spotted so easily with her pale scales, branches crackling with each step and thick foliage snagging on her talons as she began her steady movement further in with an unenthused grumble.\nShe wasn't exactly used to such thick foliage either as she trudged through but she'd have to deal with it until she got to the craggier part of the Sky Kingdom.\n\nShe hadn't set up a fire or anything since that may give away her location but.. Maybe if she created a small fire on purpose she could get that strange dragon down here to see who they were and what exactly they wanted. Anything to avoid an unnecessary fight was a solid plan in her mind.\nScooping up a few stray twigs and branches, she soon collected them in one arm and hobbled her way into a small clearing, dropping the stick with a small clatter as she inhaled, letting the warm air draw into her throat and... Voila!\n\nThe Sandwing breathed a steady plume of flame onto the bundle which quickly caught fire, twisting up and up into the fading light until it died down to a comfortably sized fire."
},
{
"author": "Blackbolt (Base by Cloudymaws)",
"message": "Blackbolt was about three wingspan closer to approaching the opening when the smell of burnt wood enters his nostrils. Eyes widening by a margin, he suddenly halts his descent and hovered quietly in the air. The dragon subtly sniffs the air around him as dark sapphire flickers rapidly around the rocky area, trying to spot what has disturbed the silence. \n\nFirewood. Rarely would his sense of smell lie. There's no mistaking it; someone's here.\n\nA Skywing patrol? It wouldn't be out there for a squad to make camp this far out. So either that, or some lone dragon decided it was a good idea to make camp in Skywing territory; not inside a cave, no less. Whoever it is, he must be cautious. He doesn't want any distractions from the mission.\n\nAlthough, a small part of him wants to investigate. If it is a Skywing patrol, with a little... Persuasion, he can get information about the ongoings of the Kingdom, and devise a plan accordingly to get to his target. \n\nThat plan has many risks. But so does investigating the matter himself. Lack of accurate info may slow him down on his mission, and by the time he got what he wanted, the time limit would pass. \n\nWhich one would be the lesser evil in this situation?\n\nThe dragon, wings flapping as quiet as the wind, seemingly had made up his mind, looking towards the direction where the smell came from. By now he can see a faint smoke trail ahead, by the same location he was about to land in no less! The smell of burnt wood is getting stronger, alluring and calling to him in a siren's song. \n\nLet's just hope whoever's there, would remain quiet and pliant for him.\n\nBlackbolt flies towards the trail, keeping mind to silence his flight. He flexed his talons, right thigh shifting slightly, feeling the strap of his knife holder dig into his scales. His claws would be enough, but just to keep it safe...\n\nTo his slight surprise, the clearing was empty, other than what he now knows to be the source of the fire. He looked around to see if anyone's there. \n\nStrange... There's seems to be no one pre-\n\n**There.**\n\nHidden behind the trees, he spots a shadowy figure. He can't see what it is, but he knows for sure that it's a dragon. Which tribe, he does not know. But that doesn't matter; he's not alone. \n\nApproach, or stay?\n\n....\n\nWith a gust of wind, the dragon landed silently on the rocky clearing, sapphire eyes locked onto the figure hidden in the foliage. But he does not move. Only standing some feet away from the fire. Watching. Waiting.\n\nAnticipating what the other dragon will do."
},
{
"author": "Eucalyptus",
"message": "The Sandwing waits patiently after lighting the fire, the smell of smoke filling the air little by little. Whatever light was left in the sky was fading quickly and that set her on edge just a bit. She didn't want to brawl with a dragon in the dark when she could hardly see.\nStraining her ears, she could just barely make out the quiet wingbeats of the Nightwing following her. She couldn't exactly tell where they were coming from however and that made her even more nervous as she got to her feet, backing away from the fire until she was just barely on the edge of the glowing light.\n\nAs the dragon lands on the other side of the rocky clearing, Eucalyptus lets out a low, threatening hiss, her barbed tail instinctively rattling in turn.\n\"Mighty strange t'find a Nightwing all the way out here in Skywing territory.\" She calls from the shadows, narrowing her eyes against the darkness so she could get a better look at this stranger. Their mask was reflecting orange thanks to the crackling fire and she could barely make out the cloak around their shoulders against the gloom.\nEucalyptus was tense, trying to make out any signs that the dragon before her was hostile like she thought without giving away why she was here in the first place.\n\n\"Mind telling me what yer doin out here so far from home?\" Her tongue flickered out of her maw, tasting the smell of dragon mingling with smoke as she slowly stepped forward into the light to reveal her own scales in turn, beginning to pace cautiously."
},
{
"author": "Blackbolt (Base by Cloudymaws)",
"message": "The silence was thickening, but brief. He blinked, and a low hiss was soon heard throughout the clearing. His muscles tensed, ears pinned behind him as he stared down on the shadow, hard. \n\n```\"Mighty strange t'find a Nightwing all the way out here in Skywing territory.\"```\n\nHis eyes narrowed at the jeer, but he kept his stance clear. \n\nThe Skywing—or atleast, he thinks its a Skywing—is stalling him, by making small talk. He knew this technique all too well. \n\n```\"Mind telling me what yer doin' out here so far from home?\"```\n\nWhen the dragon walked into the light, it took all his strength not to outwardly react. Instead his eyes only widen by a margin as a *Sandwing* Stepped out of the shadows and not a Skywing like he'd expected. \n\nPale yellow scales decorated with dark accents, with a build suggesting a history with the harsh desert. The Sandwing stared at him, jeering, their black tongue flickering out of their lips. \n\nThis just complicates things further. \n\nRelations between the Sandwings and Nightwings are, to his knowledge, a positive one. But with this one being outright hostile towards him, hints of them being either an exile like him, or a disgruntled official who's just looking for an excuse to brawl. Either way, this doesn't look good for him on the long run. He'll just have to bear whatever comes next. \n\nFor now, he gives the Sandwing nothing more than a huff from his nose and twitching from his wings, revealing the lightning pattern on his membranes in the hopes of intimidating them."
},
{
"author": "Eucalyptus",
"message": "Eucalyptus frowned as she saw the stranger didn't quite react in a way that garnered flight or perhaps suggested they meant little in the way of harm.\n\"Not much of a talker? I've seen the strong n' silent type of assassin before.\" Her pupils were slitted against the fire's light but they flashed in the gloom as she tilted her head this way and that, trying to squint and see if they had any weapons other than their teeth and talons.\n\n\"We can do this nice n' easy or this can get messier than a Mudwing inna marsh. I don't take real kind to dragons stickin' their nose where it don't belong and following me all quiet like.\" The Sandwing drawled, slowly stepping closer despite Blackbolt's posturing and attempt to look intimidating.\n\n\"Whaddya say? I'm willin' to let scales stay intact if you just slink back into your shadow all princely.\"\nEuca's tail barb twitched in irritation, flickering to and fro from its neat coil by the light of the fire."
},
{
"author": "Blackbolt (Base by Cloudymaws)",
"message": "```\"Not much of a talker? I've seen the strong n' silent type of assassin before.\"```\n\nBlackbolt can't help but narrowed his eyes at the comment, lips twitching into a frown. 'Assassin'. That blasted term haunts him in his earlier years of isolation. He excelled in it, but he's not proud of it. He has only done it to survive. He is not a strong assassin, far from it. \n\nHe doesn't have time to mull over the thought, as the next words they said snapped him out of his stuppor. \n\n```\"-messier than a Mudwing inna marsh. I don't take real kind to dragons stickin' their nose where it don't belong and following me all quiet like.\"```\n\nHe blinked, brows slightly raised under the mask. Following her? The only reason he knew she's here at all is because of the fire that the Sandwing had, allegedly, made just to lure him in. If it weren't for that, he'll pass over her during his flight, surely. His mind is only focused on the mission, not conversing with assassins hiding away and luring other dragons to them. Where did she get the idea of him following her? \n\nUnless she had misunderstood his stance in this? He'd only flown here to investigate the fire, and gather information from possible Skywing patrols. If no one was there, he would leave the area immediately and probably never meeting the Sandwing.\n\n```\"Whaddya say? I'm willin' to let scales stay intact if you just slink back into your shadow all princely.\"```\n\nEither way, he needs to diffuse the situation, fast. He has confidence in himself that he can fight her off with little difficulty, if push comes to shove. But he's on a time limit, and doesn't have time to brawl with other assassins and getting himself hurt in the process. So he'll need to calm the situation down from a potential fight, if only for his sake.\n\nHe lets out a low throaty croon, then lowered his head slightly, eyes looking downwards. His wings, once raised in an intimidating way, was moved down as well, with the limbs hovering above ground. \n\nHe dares not bow down completely, lest he puts himself in a vulnerable position for an attack. But this is enough to send a message across, he thinks. He lets his body language speak for itself, the submissive posture clear to all dragons. \n\n*'I am not your enemy.'* \n\nThe body can express more than words can."
},
{
"author": "Eucalyptus",
"message": "The oddly patterned Sandwing was about to bark another warning that she was getting fed up and tired of the silence but as she was about to step closer again, the Nightwing before her did something... Odd.\nThey averted their gaze, bringing their wings back into place and obviously tried to make themselves look less threatening with a throaty warble. Eucalyptus was.. Confused to say the least. Had she gotten this dragon all wrong? Her mind spun with unanswered questions and she felt dizzy, stepping back a few paces and plopping down in on the smooth dirt.\n\n\"Talons and teeth, I thought you were here to try and kill me, sorry about that—\" She scuffed her talons in the dirt, sending little plumes of dirt and rocks this way and that. Now she felt stupid. Great.\n\"I don't mean ya any harm, honest. You did scare me at first with yer mask there, looks mighty strange, like you've got something to hide.\" She chuckled, squinting in a relaxed manner, a brief smile curling its way onto her snout. \"I usually don't go telling my business to anyone but... You deserve an explanation yknow? Nothin' but a humble bounty hunter, my client back home got into an.. Altercation of sorts with someone of high status and now things aren't looking too great for the perpetrator in question. That's why I'm here—to even things out you could say.\""
}
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{
"author": "Capricorn",
"message": "Capricorn had found himself another rock to lounge on. The dragon wasn't being very discreet. In fact, it was almost impossible to miss him. His brilliantly vibrant blue wings were stretched out on either side of him, and the golden jewelry melded wonderfully with the fine teal silks that we're wrapped around Capricorns shoulders and wings. He was inspecting his hooked claws languorously, seemingly busy picking something out of the golden tips that he kept on them almost constantly. \n\n A lot of things around Capricorn were gold. His earrings, his claws, the heavy rings that looped on his tail and horns. If it wasn't made of gold, it was made of pearl; the likes of which he traded in. So prominent was his business among the pearl industry that Capricorn happened to have dozens of the finest specimens embedded in lines across his scales. He was quite proud of them. Pride isn't quite the word most would us. Vanity, however, was definitely a word commonly associated with Capricorn.\n\n He had just finished dealing with his last apprentice: some snivelling worm of a seawing hardly out of his dragonet years. The little mudsniffer had finally quit after months of managing to mess up the smallest of tasks. The only reason Capricorn had put up with him for so long was because of his father: a decently wealthy partner who had promised his sons competence. *I lie*, Capricorn thought to himself, continuing to pick that little seawings blood from under his claws. Capricorn hadn't killed him, in the name of the dealings between himself and the worms father. However, he couldn't just let him off unscathed.\n\n He was supposed to meet someone here. Some sort of tip off for a score that the first Ring was too good to handle, but too important to hand off to the Third ring. The idea of becoming nothing but an errand runner to the Guild annoyed Capricorn to no end, but it hadn't happened enough for Capricorn to bring his worries to Sangrerage."
},
{
"author": "Junix",
"message": "The Hivewing found themselves in the mountain side to search for Capricorn. They flew quickly like a darnerfly and silently, zipping around the side before a speck of blue caught their attention. Junix landed near them, but far enough to where if they tried to lunch they would be able to react in time. It was a defense mechanism they learned while being in the guild. There was no one you could trust, especially in the guild. \n\nTheir rise in the ranks made it so that they were not a stranger to the mannerisms of the dragons who worked alongside them. One by one, they either failed or were never seen again. Junix stayed however, they always did. Forever loyal to nobody but higher ranking dragons. It was always that way. \n\nThey wore nothing but a few gems embedded in their scales and a scarf to hide their mark. They were average for a hivewing, on the leaner side, quick and agile. It was enough for them to get by and some more. Junix didn't speak a word to Capricorn but merely dipped their head in respect, awaiting for any order they were to be given."
},
{
"author": "Capricorn",
"message": "Oh. There it was. The hum of rapid wing movements caused Capricorn to believe it was some sort of Pantalan dragon. That wasn't so bad, assuming it wasn't a Silkwing. Sure, they could fight, but ultimately he'd found Leafwings to be better at killing. Something about them valuing plant life more than others.\n\n The eventually lifted his head to watch them land, raising an eyebrow. Odd colours, for a Hivewing. That would attract attention, he thought bitterly.\n\n The seawing before Junix was, for lack of a better term, enormous. He was easily a head taller than most Mudwings, with a heavyset build and powerful arms. His scales seemed to ripple as he pulled himself to his feet. \n\n **\"Awfully skinny, aren't you?\"** He pointed out, approaching Junix with a judgmental expression. He didn't mind the bowed head, but no amount of ego stoking would substitute for what Capricorn was looking for right now: ferocity. **\"And those scales. Yeesh, you'll stand out.\"** His voice was gravelly, but even, like a performer. Without any further commentary, Capricorn seized the assassins jaw in his enormous, gold tipped talons; the likes of which nearly encompassed Junix's entire face. The Seawing pulled the Hivewing in close, his emerald green eyes meeting their strange magenta.\n\n He twisted Junix's face this way and that with a critical eye, scanning everything."
},
{
"author": "Junix",
"message": "Junix didn't seem phased by the size of the seawing, even if they weren't expecting it. Their expression remained blank, not wanting to engage with a higher rank dragon in a disrespectful manner. \n\nThe hivewing didn't flinch or even seem to move when their face was grabbed, in fact they just looked at Capicorn with their beady eyes as they were examined. The comments flew by their head and they once again remained unresponsive, not knowing if they should speak out for themselves. They didn't see any good coming from it so they remained quiet. \n\nTheir anger was nonexistence, nothing boiled beneath their surface. The only hint of emotion was the sway of their tail that had a strong stinger attached, it scraped along the ground. The stingers on their wrists also scraped the floor, almost as a either a warning sign? Perhaps a way to show they wern't totally useless. They were in the second ring for a reason, soon to be first if they kept up what they had been doing."
},
{
"author": "Capricorn",
"message": "His lip twitched at the edges; the beginning of Capricorns usual cruel, golden-toothed smile. His eyes were humourless, though. They hadn't flinched at all. Perhaps this assassins acting could use some work, but that was besides the point. \n\n He jerked the HiveWings skull to the side and upwards painfully, and he leaned in to get a closer look at the scar on their neck: the brand. Noticeably, Capricorn didn't seem to have one. He didn't seem to have *Any* Scars, really. But there was something undeniably sinister in his eyes. \n\n Those malevolent eyes scanned the curves of the scar before he roughly released Junix's jaw and stepped away. **\"There isn't much *Fight* In you, is there Little Bug?\"** He hissed. The Seawing had begun circling Junix, occasionally prodding at a wing or a claw; careful to avoid the stingers. **\"How ever could someone like *You* Make it into Sangrerage's good graces?\"** There may have been a sharp pain in one of Junix's wings as a gold tipped claw broke through some of the thin membrane: not enough to inhibit flight, but just enough to incite pain. Capricorn was quite good at that.\n\n He'd circled back around to Junix's face, lowering his head enough to look them in the eye. **\"Well?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Junix",
"message": "The hivewing stood their ground, still remaining unresponsive. Usually dragons would see that there was no fun to be had with messing with them. They might have even given an instigator a quick jab if they were lower ranked to assert their place. However, this Seawing was persistent. \n\nTheir neck gave a little crack at being snapped upward and they felt their shoulders loosen in relief from popping the joint. However it was still painful as they merely squinted. \n\n*They are looking at it. Why do they care?*\nJunix mumbled to themselves, looking at Capricorn with their unwavering stare. Sure, their scar was much deeper than others, it even was placed wrong due to Junix carving it themselves. However, they didn't see it as anything special. \n\nThe Seawing stared back at them, demanding an answer as Junix obediently dipped their head before replying in an eerily calm voice\n\"I kill. I do what is asked of me.\""
},
{
"author": "Capricorn",
"message": "The sneer on the Seawings face took on a somewhat satisfied curl at the lips. But obviously, he wasn't done yet. **\"Just like that, huh? And why is that?\"**\n\n **\"Can't you *Think for yourself?*\"** He hissed with mock sweetness, bringing himself in close. **\"What? Mommy and Daddy didn't love you enough, so you look for approval from those who don't care?\"** He inquired, giving a *Not-so-accidental* Lash of his powerful, deep blue tail that nearly knocked Junix's legs out from underneath them."
},
{
"author": "Junix",
"message": "The hivewing had opened their mouth to respond but Capricorn just continued to speak. When he brought himself closer Junix see the details on the jewelry that covered the Seawing.\n *Blinding. Unnecessary.*\nThey critiqued\n\nJunix knew they couldn't think for themselves, but they never bothered to anyways. Life took them here and they excelled in it. So why would they be upset?\n\"Mommy and daddy were murdered by my claws. I don't look for approval. I look for results*Sss*.\"\nThey hissed out the last sentence while keeping themselves upright. Even though it was starting to get harder and harder to do. This Seawing was in the way... But they were higher rank and here to give them a job. \n\n*It's a test. He wants me to fight back doesn't he?*\nThey wondered, starting to give a glare in an attempt to appear more angry. However they were still calm, waiting, expecting another lash out from their tail. However they flicked their tail upward, ready to stab at the Seawing if they came closer."
},
{
"author": "Capricorn",
"message": "Well, that was some fun information. Capricorn noticed the tail quite instantly: a helpful side effect of his near-constant paranoia. Capricorn had fought Hivewings before. He'd fought quite a few people to get where he was today, and his ego refused him the ability to believe that something so small as this Hivewing could end that for him.\n\n That being said, he quite liked this little bug. There was ferocity without impulsivity; controlled chaos. That was a good sign. Assuming they could back it up.\n \n **\"Show me then. Give me some results.\"** He hissed. He circled once more before taking a seat on his haunches a few meters in front of Junix. His wings and claws were relaxed, although his eyes were daring. Daring the Hivewing to reach out with its claws or stab with its tail. \n\n **\"If you can.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Junix",
"message": "They held their chin low, looking directly at the hulking seawing. Their position seemed relaxed but they knew better. They waved their tail, stinger acting as a distraction. They felt Capricorns eyes locked onto it. \n\n*He expects me to be careless? To dive headfirst? No... His tail would just swing the moment I took a step foreword. Hmmm.*\n\nJunix was used to having an element of surprise. It was how they got a quick slash from their stinger in before finishing their prey. Now, however, they had to think quickly. Without making any other indication of intent Junix lunged foreword, taking a singular step to swivel their tail as a distraction to make Capricorn lunge foreword to grab it as they expected before zipping behind Capricorn, hand stingers ready to pierce."
},
{
"author": "Capricorn",
"message": "Capricorn was not the most predictable dragon; a fact he prided himself on. Sure, he hadn't been expecting Junior to attack so soon, and admittedly had underestimated their speed. \n\n Capricorn barely had time to get to his feet before that stinger came rushing for him. He was quick to knock it aside with one of his wings; the impact quite painless for Capricorn, however perhaps Junix would be able to feel the throbbing pain that came from the various pearls that Capricorn had strewn over the joints and webbing. \n\n *Moons, he's quick.* Capricorn knew that those stingers would hold something foul. They always did. The Seawing had no intention of experiencing the stiff muscles paralysis or the boiling acid from those stingers. Blood suddenly pumping through his veins, Capricorn brought his tail up (barely) in time to catch the HiveWings stingers on the metal decals on his tail.\n\n His smile gone, Capricorn turned to face Junix. He hardly had time to think about whether or not Sangrerage would be particularly irritated by this little spat."
},
{
"author": "Junix",
"message": "During his first manuver, the hivewing knew they would get deflected. However, they didn't think about all the annoying metal that came with their scales. Pain didn't affect them much at all though. It hardly slowed them down. Such is the result from their training.\n\nWhen Junix got their stinger caught in the metal they furrowed their brow. Instead of backing off and waiting for the seawing to make a move, they wanted to make a point. The hivewing shoved their stinger past the jewels and metals. Wiggling until they stabbed their tail. However, they had enough self control to not release any chemicals that were potentially lethal. It wouldn't please the guild leader at all. \n\nThis made Junix easy to catch, a weakness they knew would cost them. However it was worth it to prove they could get a good sting in. Besides, they knew they were not the best dragon for brute force. The most the Hivewing could do was position their body away from the bulky seawings face."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "If you don't wanna continue tho I completely understand<3"
}
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{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Adonis had wanted to explore back in the Sky kingdom since it had been a long time since he visited. There wasn't too many dragons he knew in the area but he wasn't looking for any of them. He glided along the edges of the mountain, surveying all the nooks and crannies that occupied its sides. There was a ledge nearby, a platform of rock that protruded from the otherwise jagged wall of stone. He leapt onto it and held his wings up, feeling the wind rush past them. That was a nice thing about the sky kingdom, the wind sometimes carried you along the territory. He sometimes wondered if skywings were *Really* That fast or if they just look that way because of a special current that seems to follow them. He knew better, obviously, but it was still funny to think about. He crouched down on the edge of the platform to inspect the mountain goats that were hopping along gracefully on the rocks below, defying gravity as they scaled the mountain."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He had been hiding in a small crevice wedged between two staggering boulders, near the ledge where Adonis had landed. Hearing the familiar sound of a dragon landing near him, he slowly rose his head up and peered out to get a closer look at the dragon. However, he struggled a little to see who it really was, and mainly kept to himself. He didn't want to be annoyed by someone, he wanted to be left alone, unless he had something against Thai dragon. But since he didn't know, he just stayed. With his gleaming yellow eyes still watching, he pulled himself back into the shadows of the crevice, ruffling his wings. He may even recognize them if they spoke, sometimes he held such a grudge he'd know them by their voice."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Adonis had flopped down on his side instead of crouching, his tail flicking back and forth. His head was propped up by his talons as he grew bored of the goats who were now on eye level at the mountain side. He sat up and crouched, moving himself so he could swiftly jump and land on one of them. While he was getting into position he noticed movement nearby which made him make his stature smaller. He crept closer to where the disturbance had been before seeing yellow eyes. Thinking someone was *Finally* Out to get him and had enough of his murders Adonis hissed\n\"I know you're there, come say hi friend.\"\nHe grinned, flexing his talons."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He chuckled, the voice echoing in his mind as he rose up from his spot. He had been laying down for awhile now, so he stretched his large wings into the sky as his talons pushed him forwards, out of the dark shadows. His scales were mainly grey and nearly black, but the brilliant red contrasted to create a very familiar look. His wings were also just as beautiful, before he furled his wings in and flicked his tail. Arching his head, he grinned rather wickedly. \n\"Well look at who it is, eh?\" He snarled faintly, his glimmering yellow eyes terrifying as ever."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "His chuckle sounded from the hiding place the hybrid resided in. Adonis tilted his head curiously, wondering if he mistook his motives and instead disturbed a dragon who just wanted to take a nap. However, as soon as he fully emerged the silkwing recognized him. His vibrant coloring was hard to forget, even, his eyes harder. He relaxed his stance, although not too much, before teasing\n\"Oh look- if it isn't the showstopper- Are you still mad?\""
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He snarled rather furiously, lunging only a few feet in front of them as his eyes blazed in anger. \n\"Of course I am. It would've been an excellent payout for me. You decided to snatch it from under own talons, of which I haven't forgotten. And *You* Still haven't quite paid for it.\" He leaned back slightly, curling a few talons as his wings were taunt. Tail lashing, he clearly was trying to find a weakness, somewhere to strike at when they least expected it. It would show up... He just had to be patient. His eyes scanned them methodically, a wicked grin spreading across his face, his teeth bared. It was hard to tell if it was friendly or not."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "I'm gna boop u upside the head /nm /j"
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Adonis flared his wings out in an attempt to keep his eyes busy. It was obvious this dragons temper was the same as always. The silkwing made a note about how he had to keep his guard up because he *Knew* What he could be capable of. The fact he was older didn't help either, so he was probably more experienced as well. \n\"Ok ok- I can pay if you *Really* Are that upset. Only because I have scales to spare. Although I feel like you want to murder me more. *Hope someone doesn't steal that from you*.\"\nHis tail flicked as he felt like he was about to get pounced on, and he very much knew he deserved it as well. It would be a lot more exciting than watching goats thats for sure."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He seemed to stare then down, his yellow eyes staring coldly into theirs. \n\"You can pay back, ***In blood.***\" He half cackled half snarled, his talons reaching out for their throat, gripping the base of their neck tightly, but not drawing blood. Yet. He also wasn't choking them, he wasn't holding the right spot, he just wanted a good grip position so if they tried to move, they had a high a chance of getting a nasty wound on the neck. With his wings flared, he then leaned in, his snout near theirs. \n\"You really shouldn't mess with a professional assassin, y'know? Someone who had many, *Many* Years of learning how dragons behave, and anatomy of each tribe. There's better ways to torment each type of tribe.\" He chuckled, cracking his neck as he kept his talons firmly gripped on their neck. \n\"It really is quite fun to see how each dragon deals with it. Some beg for mercy. Others are silent. I like the loud ones though.\" He seemed to taunt now, flicking his tongue."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Before the Silkwing could make more distance between him and the assassin, Adonis found the hybrids talons wrapped around his neck. There was a brief moment of Adonis wanting to immediately fly out of his grasp but years of training prepared him for this as he collected himself quickly and slapped on his calm, playful grin. This bought him enough time to realize he wasn't being choked out, it was more of a way to put him in place. He estimated he would catch a few more scars from this if it turned into a fight...\n\"You *Really* Shouldn't make your clients wait for their severed enemies head either.\"\nHe replied with a snarky tone, his tail lashing in mild frustration. \n*It's not **My** Fault I beat you too it. Not like killing me will do you any good.*\n\"Also you're not supposed to play with your prey.\"\nHe pointed out with a raised brow and smug expression. Adonis had made his body close, but low to the ground while he made it seem like Sangrerage towered over him, while he hissed the last statement he reached a talon to hold his wrist while the other landed at any area of his neck he could snag. If he had to get his pretty scales hurt, he wouldn't do it without making the score even."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I *Just* Saw this and I processed what you mean 💀\n\nI will slap you if you do one more reminder ping"
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "\"I don't *Play* With my prey. I unnerve them, make them expect my every move. And then- the best part is when they try to stop me, but realize I had been scaring them so much they were left *Defenseless.*\" He snarled, his talons starting to dig into their throat, but yet not drawing blood. He was aware the moment he drew blood, a fight was going to start between the two of them. A low hissing sound rumbled from his throat, smoke slowly rising from his snout as he was clearly holding back the want to burn them to a crisp. If he was going to kill them, which he likely wouldn't, he'd rather they suffered. Instant death was not good enough, especially for what they did right in front of him. \nHis tail lashing, he slowly began to apply pressure, as if he was trying to force them near the edge, but not over it. If they refused to budge, he would've pulled back from his pressure to avoid drawing blood. His eyes were gleaming, as if a fire was raging, but well contained. For now."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The silkwing raised a brow at his statement, showing his doubt in his words. However, he took heed of him to realize he just wanted to get under his own defenses. Now he had a goal: to not let this dragon think he had the upper talon. It wasn't that hard since Adonis seemed to not take his life seriously, but he was merely putting on a façade. It was something that Sangrerage probably noticed, but it didn't hurt to try, especially since he did enjoy making him mad. \nWhen hid grip tightened, Adonis responded in kind, being careful to apply *Just* The right amount. The Silkwing wanted to frown but instead he could feel his smirk only widen as he hissed\n\"I know what to *Expect* From you. I don't mind a little tussle every now and then but you really could of just asked~\"\nHe taunted"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Omw on this after cleaning"
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He cracked out an angry chuckle, before slamming them towards the ground, pressing their head on the ground, his eyes blazing as if he finally let the fire take over. He let his talons dig however deep they wanted to, drawing blood. His wings were tense, prepared to take a hit as a spurt of flame rose for his snout as he snarled. \n\"Asking, or should I say, *Begging* Is for the weak. The ones who knows their time is up do not ask to live, but ask for death.\" He whipped his tail, before pulling his talons away and beating his wings to create some distance between the two of them. He was well aware they would pounce on him at any second, even as he was creating distance, so his talons were held up to block an attack or to slash at an arm or wing to hit a muscle ligament deeply."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "NOW I ALMOST DID NYX WTF"
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The Silkwing got winded due to being slammed down harshly. The grip he has on his neck was lost due to the maneuver, however he still has a firm hold on his wrist which he took the liberty of slowly digging his talons between the scales, drawing blood. He snarled in agitation, before listening to what he had to say. He wished he had anything to say in remark but his temper was starting to show. He glared at Sangrerage and flared his wings up, not even noticing the blood glisten in the sun as it slid down his pristine scales. Adonis recognized he could fly away, but knew better due to the wing size difference. Instead he held his own ground, waiting to see his next move knowing he was much more prepared for a new attack. There were times like this he wished he had fire and wished smoke could appear to show his irritation at the situation. It was around the time of tension he finally found the words\n\"OOOOW- You piece of oversized eagle meat- what do you even plan on getting from this?\""
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He seemed to hiss loudly in pain as his wrist began to bleed out, not putting any pressure on that side of his body as he kept his eyes on Adonis. As he managed the bleeding on his wrist, a wicked grin crossed his face as he watched them think. He shook his head, huffing out leftover smoke as he lowered his head slightly. \n\"I would love it if I could get to kill you, but seeing you in pain would be enough if I'm unable to kill you.\" He laughed, lashing his tail. His wings were taunt, but not prepared to fly away, but to fly up into the air for a good vantage position. He then began to limp in a half circle around Adonis, avoiding the edge to make sure Adonis didn't push them off of the cliff, and he kept some distance so he could react accordingly to what they did. The smoke that seeped from his jaws was getting darker and darker, so he clearly was boiling flames within his body, and he was ready to spit the flames out anytime they would try to lunge at him."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "I'll eat you're fingers ur supposed to be asleep"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Not until this video is over."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Meh meh meh DONT USE PERIODS WITH ME MISTER"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Why not? \nYa can't stop me***.***"
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "\"Oh just shut up already. I know exactly who you are and I don't want any part of it. I was *Going* To be *Nice* You know.\"\nAdonis snarled, letting a deep growl resound in the back of his throat. His movements made him narrow his eyes as he participated in their little dance, circling and waiting for an opening to become present. What he might not have noticed was that he was slowly circling closer, talon by talon, staring him in the eye for any hint of sudden movement or eye darting. It was obvious he would shoot flames at him if he dared to jump, so instead he kept speaking.\n\"What? Does my natural charm not affect you? Or are you still upset...\"\nHe smirked, tail flicking back and forth expectantly"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "/lh u don't have to I was feelin silly"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "A little after most likely-"
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He muttered to himself, as he paused in his spot. As the smoke leaked out of his jaws and nostril, a small mark could be seen on his neck, but at this distance, it wasn't exactly clear what it was. Before they could possibly lunge at him, an engorging, brilliant yellow flame was blasted in the general direction of Adonis, but not directly at them. An easily avoidable fire breath, perhaps on purpose. He then lunged to the air, before landing directly at their side to try to snap his jaws around a limb of any kind. He was willing to risk a wound in order to land a bite... Anywhere really."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Adonis narrowed his eyes, letting out a loud hiss of agitation before he started getting close enough to realize Sangerage *Had* To make a move. And make a move he did. The flame that would have been blinding towards any other dragon only made the silkwing squint before lowering himself to miss the blast. He realized its target was not truly on Adonis as his eyes widen and he found the hybrid to lunge at him. He put his weight on one side, dodging him for the most part if it wasn't for the fact he neglected his tail which got caught in his jaws. He huffed and flapped his wings, sinking his claws into his hindquartes in an effort to make him turn his attention away from any weaker points on his body."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "GRAAHHH I'll respond after coloring\n\n... Ong I need to respond- but as my status says imma gonna be a lil brain fried but I think imma just speed respond tonight."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "As the blood filled his mouth as he landed a bite on their tail, he could feel the burning pain on his hind legs as their talons dug into it. He let go without much hesitation, hissing darkly as smoke began to rise from his nostrils. It was clear he was going to ensure this hit this time around. The oddest thing was the fact that he had let go very easily. Perhaps he had a goal he was going for. He slammed his wing into them to get them off his hide, before a soft hissing sound began to escape him, the smoke rising from his nostrils darkening in color. His eyes were watching Adonis's every move."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "\"Keep huffing all that smoke you won't see where you're going.\"\nThe silkwing teased half-heartedly, trying to keep his strained smile from turning into a frown. He kept a good amount of space between the two but squinted his eyes cautiously. \n\"Have you had enough pretty boy?\"\nHe huffed, slowly getting tired from their little spar. Spar? It did feel like that, didn't it. If the hybrid wanted to kill him he probably would have done it by now, especially since he let go of his tail so easily. He already got a few good slashing on his wrist and flank, surely Sangrerage got his fair share. His limbs seemed to be on fire and he didn't dare to look at his wounds, not yet."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He growled, he did NOT like being called 'pretty boy,' but he disregarded it. He had one goal, to kill Adonis, or force them to join his little guild. He then let another blast of flames out, but this time he was purposefully directing it at Adonis. Once the fire blast ended, he panted slightly, his shoulders tensed up with his wings splayed out slightly. He wanted to corner them, try to trap them in order to negotate either their demise, or their eventually joining of the guild. His determined gaze would be clear enough what his goal somewhat was."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I- I JUST PINGED YOU TO SHOW I RESPONDED???"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "LMFAO IM BEING SILLY PLZ"
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The silkwing dodged the fire easily enough, except for it just barely singing his flank. With a growl he took a few more steps back. The look in the hybrids eyes didn't set right and he wondered where this encounter would take him. \n\"We'll go on then, kill me if you want. Little too much just for stealing a kill though if you ask me. You're too smart for that though, arn't you.\"\nHe huffed, tail lashing as he flared up his wings to make himself appear bigger and stronger than he actually felt."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Opening this thread for me"
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "\"Who said anything about killing you? Perhaps I'm after you for a *Reason.*\" He snarled, chuckling coldly to himself as he snorted out smoke out of his nostrils. His ears flicked as he slowly took steps towards them, intentionally trying to corner them. His shoulders and wings were tense, yet he didn't seem to want to inflict direct attacks just yet. He was unbothered by the attempt to intimidate him, only raising his head up with a dark smile crawled across his face. It looked as if he was planning something, but it couldn't be very easy to tell what it was, however."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The Silkwing let out a snort. \n\"Oh yeah? What do you want with me then, hm? Information? My talons? Go on spit it out and stop playing with your food.\"\nHe growled, taking a step back as the hybrid approached. He would have just fled but that was pointless against the larger skywing. Even if he got away this brute would surely just track him down again."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "\"Well, you see, there's this little thing I've made that had flourished quite well suprisingly so. And as I was thinking about you, I was thinking of what would have been the best fate for you in turn for the stolen kill. Which - by the way, costed me a lot of money - and the idea struck me.\" He chuckled smugly, before narrowing his eyes. \"I would like for you to guess what it is. No reward if you get it right, no punishment if wrong. Take as many guesses as you wish.\" He flicked his tongue, taking a few more steps closer to Adonis."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The Silkwing raised his brow, flicking his tail in thought, mind racing. There had been talk of rising guilds for assassins, could he be the one who started that mess? He surely had the funds and cunning. Many rumors surrounding this dragon had spread. \nWhat would be the best punishment for stealing a kill .....\n\"What? Working for you for free? You could have just asked if that was the case.\"\nHe huffed, thinking it was a little over the top to fight him so suddenly. This time, he didn't take a step back and instead met the dragons gaze. \n\"Or is there something else in mind... Because you obviously don't want to kill me. Which, by the way- if you want the money I have plenty to spare.\""
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "\"Working for free is rather a close guess, I'll give you that. But what I was thinking was for you to work in my guild. Paid, of course, everyone needs to make a living somehow, but most of the profits will be taken for the guild.\" He rolled his eyes, before continuing. \"However, there are strict requirements on people who are fully integrated into the guild...\" He trailed off, chuckling faintly as he lifted up a few talons. A grim, dark stare met theirs, his wings flexing behind him."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "\"What you just want me to be another one of your little assassins running around and taking jobs.\"\nHe asked with a hint of snark. \n\"Oh yeah? And what would that be, hm?\"\nHe didn't like the look in his eyes, glancing at his talons warily."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He lifted up his talons fully, a glimmer of pride and joy in his eyes. He then flexed his wings out, lifting his head up slightly and to the side. There seemed to be some kind of mark on his neck, but it wasn't too obvious from a distance. He then lowered his head down, snorting out smoke. \n\n\"Every new member that is fully intergrated into the Guild has to wear the mark of the Guild. And usually it's done by the members... However if it's QUITE personal then I do it myself. I hope you know what I'm going with this, *Adonis.*\" He flaunted his talons again, his head lowering as he was prepared to pounce them."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Adonis blinked, taking a few steps back before letting out a hiss.\n\"What good would I be for you, huh? Why are you so interested in me? Is it because I actually had enough skill to steal a kill from you? It- it's not like you just *Happen* To know my name...\"\nHis tail lashes out as the Silkwing peered at his outstretched talons. It was like he was begging to be spared, or at least understand what was going on in his clearly clinically insane head."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "\"This isn't about how profitable you'd be in the Guild. This, in my personal opinion, is about how much I can make you suffer while being under my Guild. My rules, rules that you'll have to follow. The other Guild members take this guild very seriously.\" He chuckled, smiling from ear to ear as he set his talons down. With every muscle in his body tensed up, he launched himself towards Adonis, using his wings to propel him further. His only goal was to pin Adonis down so he could carve the sigil into their neck. The determined rage in his eyes was palpable."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Might have to go on my computer for allis"
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "*So this is about making me suffer... He's a sadistic-*\nHe didn't have time to finish that thought before his eyes saw the way his talons were planted firmly on the ground. He tried to take another step back but before he could even turn around the large hybrids talons were dug firmly into his scales. \nHis eyes were wide as he opened his maw to bite wherever he could, tail lashing in a futile attempt to try and get him to leave him alone. However, with the way that his muscles screamed in agony Adonis could only hiss in agitation and helplessness."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "He laughed gleefully as the Silk'Wing was pinned under his talons, using his back talons to try to pin the tail down, while using his left talons to grab their maw and hold it shut, onto the ground. He would keep them there, until they decided to stop struggling. He was more than happy to wait, his rage ensured he would not lose his grasp of them, as well as his sharp talons digging into their scales. He then huffed some smoke into their face, smiling with such wickedness it was bone-shivering. \n\n\"I hope you're ready for a world of pain, because where it's carved is where I found it to be the most painful spot for all tribes.\" He licked his maw, lifting his spare talons up as he pulled their head up to expose said spot on their neck."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Isnt it like, right below the jaw- like"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Check the guild paper rq\n\n\"This sigil will be carved in just under the jawline, but on the throat of the dragon.\" Thats what i put down on the guild"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Could it be not as visible\n\nAdonis still needs to be undercover"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Oh yeah no problem- he'll still put it near the spot but perhaps like, you know the spot between the jawlines and that fleshy spot in the middle?\n\nAwesome sauce. I'll edit that action next response\n\nBe like \"Oh wait.. Perhaps they can be undercover. Lemme put it here instead\""
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "He was pinned. It was over. The Skywing could very well kill him but no, he just wanted him to suffer. Adonis did not ever usually admit defeat, but he knew when he lost. Instead of struggling more he let himself grow limp, clenching his jaw at the weight of the dragon and the claws that pricked him like dragonflame cacti. \n\n\"*Yew canf*\"\nHe tried to yell through his shut snout, glaring up at Sangrerage with an intensity hidden in those sapphire eyes."
},
{
"author": "Sangrerage",
"message": "His tail swayed behind him as he kept them under his weight for a few moments, as if he was thinking. Calculating. He then tilted his head, his yellow eyes scanning their neck closely. He then shifted their head to expose the soft spot between the jawlines, staring them dead in the eyes with glee. He then began to dig his talons rather deeply, slowly carving out the sigil. He expected for them to struggle since it would cause tremendous amount of pain, so he let his weight shift onto their side more, to help keep his grasp on them. He clearly enjoyed it, the wicked smile still glued on his face."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I love being brutal\n\nI've been like this before maining rev"
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Despite knowing he was not going to be freed, Adonis still tried a few pathetic attempts at lashing out. His breathing became more labored, each breath only getting harder while the hybrid pressed onto him. Their eyes met and for once Adonis was uncertain of what was going to happen before he could feel the sharp sting of his talons under his jaw that felt like a hot blade being carved in. A muffled rage filled yell escaped him. Despite his body burning he still thrashed instinctively. No matter how much he came to terms with his fate- his body wouldn't allow him to give up so easily."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Imma respond tmw, it's late and even though im on a streak i wanna sleep at a reasonable time"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Go eepy eep shtainyyy"
}
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{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "With a grunt a Sandwing with oddly curly but messy hair pushed the dark wooden doors open that were still containing the heat from the past day. The bar smelled as usual- a mixture of alcohol and smoke in the air coming from drunk, gambling and nerve-loosing dragons playing on their table groups. Nearly dragging his wings just like his tail the Sandwing lifted himself on the counter, seemingly with his last strength from a tiring day.\n\n\"Evening Sile, the usual?\"\n\"The usual...\"\n\nSilencer replied in short to the barkeeper- one of those that had potential of being a well paid therapist... But probably life was the cause of being dragged down to places like this. That Sandwing placed a glass of cognac down in front of Silencer who let both his forearms fall onto the counter and grunted once again. Oh how often he'd been in such situations... Ofc each of those rich dragons would have some kind of bodyguards. At this point the barkeeper didn't even question why blood was each time on that dragon's talons... And why he always chose his bar to cure his wounds at."
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Alr tuppers are only working in public threads"
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore was off nearby Silencer's general area... Though he didn't know that of course... Getting food relatively cheaply from a vendor. The blind, scarred, socially awkward Sandwing slowly felt over and counted out the proper amount of coins, handing them over before walking off, starting to nibble on his food. Manti slowly began plodding down the streets with his dinner. \n\nNothing much changed in his daily routine usually, with Manticore living a simple life, each day being pretty much a repeat of the previous day, unless a dragon decided to come chat with him a bit, which often didn't go too well, but Manticore had one or two dragons who managed to deal with his incredible awkwardness and slight paranoia, which he'd been extremely grateful for. \n\nThe Sandwing knew Possibility like the back of his talon, and with less dragons on the street he made somewhat quicker progress... Though it was still pretty slow... As he headed down the almost empty streets, making his way to his usual alleyway to sleep in, not being able to afford a house or rent a room out or anything like that."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "\"It's the end of my shift-...I could get you home safely\" The barkeeper said, finishing polishing couple more tables while talking with the only guest left. Silencer just shook his head half drunk- if not fully drunk -as he let couple of coins fall onto the wooden counter... Definitely not able to count that he left couple too much. \"All good-...I bet you old geezer have enough problems to deal with\" Silencer said his words halfway mumbling, dragging himself with his sloppy wings and tail off his seat and down towards the exit- more or less loosing ever so often his balance. At last he made it to the in both directions pushable doors as he barely managed to keep his eyes open- just as he nearly fell on his snout as he slipped those two stairs he just bounced into another Sandwing... Causing his head to swirl even more.\n\"Argh-good grief can't ya watch it-?\"\nHe choked the words out of his throat, patting his own head before looking up into who he has actually bumped into. Acid green eyes- nearly murderous glared up into the other Sandwing's eyes... Normally any common dragon would feel fear- or scatter away immediately... But just then Silencer noticed something missing he normally found in everyone's gaze-..."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore continued plodding complacently down the street, minding his own business, listening to the calming, quiet sounds of the evening. As he walked however, the Sandwing caught the sound of a door next to him opening. Before Manti could react, the scarred Sandwing felt a heavy body collide with him, sending rhe Sandwing sprawling onto his side. Immediately panicking, he sprung up, switching his grip on his quarterstaff to a combat position. \"W-Who are you??\" He stammered immediately, clouded gray eyes looking off to the side, a bit to the right of Silencer. \"What do you want?!\" Heart pounding, Manti was tensed to fight, ears twitching to pick up any trace of movement via the noise the other dragon would make."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Slowly he let his talon let go off his head- blinking at first in confusion with tensed eyes. He squinted them to his right, before gazing back to the Sandwing he collided with on accident. After realising what his eyes were witnessing- and what the other's couldn't -he straightened his posture a bit more and loosened the tension in his face as soon as that terrible nervousness of that dragon could be literally smelled in the air.\n\"By the moons-\"\nSilencer mumbled while struggling keeping his own balance as his slightly blurry view tried to inspect couple more details about that apparently blind dragon. Manticore probably would get even more alerted after hearing metal clacking with each move his opponent took... Possible weapons? Must've been... In fact Silencer was carrying quite a view with him around his belts. But before it could come to a clash an obviously slightly drunken voice broke the awkward tension.\n\"-calm your guts fool... All good, ain't attacking ya-\"\nHe explained while resting curious expression on him. Some urging thought probably made him try something others would call more or less *Unmoral*. With the tip of his tail he slightly pushed the hanging sigh of the bar, which is attached to old rusty chains which would nearly perfectly imitate the sound of his weapons. Obviously while messing with the ambience- Silencer took couple of quiet steps into the opposite of the sound he caused, before daring to slowly sneak closer. What purpose-? Curiousness purely... Testing how good the other senses of this obviously blind dragon would be."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore heard the sound of metal, which he was able to decipher was just chains by the clinking, slight creaking of the sign and chain. And unfortunately for Silencer, he had a great sense of hearing, and could tell the dragon was attempting to sneak around him. The Sandwing's gaze immediately snapped over and locked onto Silencer, quarterstaff swiveling to point directly at the other dragon. \"If you weren't going to attack me, then why did you try to distract me so you can get closer?\" Manti's voice was a bit more level, but still tense, and ready for combat, tail quickly uncoiling and raising up, ready to strike. He also moved his wings slightly, feeling his surrounding area, quickly getting a feel for the environment so he wouldn't trip or hit something."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "In slightly surprise he lifted his eyebrows together with his ears as his gaze fell directly at the tip of the weapon- an inch away from his snout. A grin spread over his drunk gaze and he let out a snort. \"Not bad, must've taken some time adapting to only 4 senses\" Silencer raised a talon to slowly push the blade out off his face with a claw, unable of taking his gaze off those significant different eyes. \"-let's say I got curious, your eyes may be useless... But moons beware of your hearing~\"\nThe Sandwing praised the other, totally not giving any sign of preparing a weapon neither some kind of stance ready to engage in combat-...Maybe he was just some drunk guy, but all those metals- having nothing in common with the sound of Royal guard gear -seemed still off. As much as he tried to keep it in his throat- a *Hick-!* Still slipped out from Silencer's snout before catching his breath right after \n\"No offence, but if ya want a duel then come back when I ain't seeing double-\" There was definitely some humorous tone in the unknown dragon's voice... But something oddly discomforting as well."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "\"...You don't *Know* Wh-what I've had to go through in my life for my senses to be like this.\" Manticore replied slowly, softly after a moment in reply to the comment about his hearing. Feeling the other dragon start to try and move his staff away, Manticore swiftly brought it back around, jabbing the dragon in the chest. \"B-back off.\" He grunted, sounding nervous. He was clearly capable at combat, if his stance and confidence with the staff was anything to go by, but he lacked any kind of confidence or social skills/knowledge to clearly convey his words, constantly stammering and not really putting any force behind the words. \"And I d-don't want a duel... J-Just leave me alone if you w-want a fight...\" He sighed, \"If I h-h-have to fight, I w-will... But I really d-don't want to...\""
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "That humorous glance just snapped into a serious gaze as the staff pushed into his chest... Definitely pulling his temper that was unfortunate drunk as well and barely in control-\nSilencer already gone coupe of scenarios through his blurry mind- grabbing the staff with one talon just to pull him close enough so he could slap both against his ears and so penetrating his eardrums-...Oh that would've been so pleasing for that sadism making his talons shake again... But his gaze softened again as- despite how rude he took that defensive approach -began to stutter, clearing his nervousness even more into the air. A long sigh followed with a thud of possibly a tail being laid agains the ground. \"Yeah yeah-...All good I ain't in the mood either...\" Silencer lied, wouldn't be his first time taking on a brawl while being drunk-...But on the other hand he had to remind himself of his own ideology again. That dragon doesn't matter, hasn't done any harm and probably won't to those that wouldn't deserve it. He could nearly hear all those traumas out of this character's tone. \"...And please- could you move that stick aside? If there's one thing I hate then being pointed at with weapons~\""
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore couldn't see or hear the other dragon's mood change, so he stayed firm with the placement of his staff, ready for anything, wary of this other dragon who clearly wasn't the best person to come across in the dark of the evening. Manti heard a long sigh and the thump of a tail on the ground, the soft scrape of scales on stone with the whoosh of air from the movement. Still not trusting the other dragon's next words, though he did shift sideways a few paces to be out more in the middle of the street, ears twitching and flicking, staff still leveled at Silencer... Though Manti did reluctantly take a couple paces backwards to give the other dragon some room. \"...N-Not until I can fully t-trust you... I'm s-sorry...\" Manticore replied simply, \"I-I've learned to n-n-never let my guard d-down.\" He explained himself. Now that he'd cooled off just a bit with the lack of immediate combat, the Sandwing was stuttering even more, sometimes thinking about his words before speaking. Seems the drive of combat helped him to focus and drove his anxiety away, but now that the majority of it was gone... Well... His extreme social awkwardness was starting to take over with the extended conversation."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Seeing as the blind Sandwing kept the range but took a save distance back from him made him slowly pull some lines between the dots. Silencer crossed his forearms before sitting back on his rear, letting his gear clack with that movement. He had two guesses... One, being an odd experience to this seemingly pretty experienced fighter- it wouldn't be Silencer's first time being looked at as if he'd be insane... Two, maybe because he had that much combat experience the interaction felt hard on him than longer it expanded in civilised ways. Maybe reaching this point of total awareness without having any eyesight must've costed every bits of time other dragons would use for intellectual development in social interactions. Silencer's gears rotated in his head- and stopped just as Manticore finally finished his stutters.\n\"Yeah fair enough~ you probably shouldn't trust me... But hey- never letting your guard down brought me pretty far as well, you should keep that up\" \nIn the split of a second, before Manticore's muscles could even react to the sudden burst of movements something already grabbed his staff and to his surprise- not only his talons were struggling with pushing the staff away from being pressed against his throat- but he could feel as well how his talons slid over the sand, seemingly his weight not being enough to hold him in place. Silencer grabbed the staff and pushed it against Manticore's force, at once making his defence useless- but not in the sake of actually starting a conflict... He has chosen to try out his second guess, if that Sandwing's psychic only allowed more calm focus when engaging in combat.\n\"-besides... You aren't by any chance a guard or something?\"\nHe switched the topics, his voice still somewhat unsteady from all that alcohol in his system- but he still sounded challenging, with a slight shot of friendly humour in his tone."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "But unfortunately for Silencer, Manticore heard the movement and reacted just in time to rather deflect the Sandwing's talons away from the staff, before darting backwards a safe distance away, even more on the alert than before after that little confrontation. \"No, I'm n-not a guard, but... I'm th-thinking i should call for some because y-you aren't exactly proving to be v-very nice.\" Manticore stated, continuing to back up, ready to just flee the scene at this point, lose the other dragon, and continue with life as normal. He was getting anxious with how the other dragon had seemed to try to get the better of him multiple times and had nearly just succeeded, while trying to pass it off as something harmless. There was now a good bit of distance between the two, as Manti had backed up a good bit. \"J-Just leave me alone.\" He stated, giving Silencer one chance to just back off and leave before he ran. Manti knew the streets well, so he began mapping a mental route in his head, figuring he'd go stay the night by a guard post, fearing for his own safety."
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Bro 💀 just saying \"Nuh uh\" To an act he already did-"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "His claws just barely scratched over the staff before managing to close their grip around it- Manticore basically slipped out of the net just in time before it closed around him. Silencer's talons dug into the sandy ground to come to a sudden stop as he raised his eyebrows in surprise again. He expected a more defensive counter strike than slipping further and further away. \n\"Well... I'm definitely not the nicest if we go by morality, but believe me that if I would've wanted to cause any harm to you...\"\nHe didn't finish his sentence, but rolled his eyes instead and sighed with a grunt in his voice. He already felt the headache taking place from all that alcohol in his system- for once he tries to have some fun with a stranger, that even has enough combat experience to withstand him- and they want to run away? He definitely doesn't have the brain capacity right now to explain his ways of interaction...\n\"Alright fella- blame the alcohol or myself... But I engaged in duel with ya cause you seem to have slight issues with interacting\"\nHe stated, dragging one talon over his face as if that would help him wash the blurring out of his eyes. From the sounds his talons and tail did he seemed to be turning around- eventually heading the opposite direction?\n\"...So go home or whatever. I ain't in the mood to fight with several guards again tonight cause some crybaby with a stick can't be man about this here\"\n\nThe odd Sandwing's intentions were definitely meant to eventually provoke the other enough to engage in the planned duel anyways... Even if it wouldn't happen- it's not like Silencer would enjoy engaging in combat with the wounds he received during the day. Has Manticore even guessed by now that the fire of the industrial district of the city was caused by him... According to news it looked like an accident, but only dragons were killed that have been found to belong to another gang or mafia that has been owning that brewery. Absolutely no workers- normal citizens -were harmed, no burnings unlike all those mafiosos had along with unidentifiable wounds possibly caused by blades. Rumours have been spreading around that some evil version of Robbin hood harms all organisations more powerful than the rights of normal dragons. An evil Robbin- cause none of his targets have survived an encounter, or at least died during the day due to some unidentifiable poison in their system- nothing that could be cured with a cactus or any other herbs.\n\"Don't trip on your way home\"\nSilencer called over, obviously seeming to be struggling more himself with keeping his balance- \nHe was suspicious... Definitely not interested in provoking more policies through *'hunting'* After Manticore who hasn't even done anything harmful to society."
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Anyways if you have plot ideas, spit em.\n\nAlr- \nThen let's improvise with brainstorming \n\n•Possible guardians coming along - Silencer hiding - Manticore's decision if he's gonna snitch or pretend he's just chilling alone in the alleys \n\n•Manticore having to go into the same direction as Silencer goes anyways, so they have to share some more moments, eventually talking about the resent even (look up the latest reply I wrote) or just gonna small talk about, I dunno what\n\nDamn as if Silencer's morals would let him kill some blind dude he doesn't know xD\n\nNah but fr, maybe a switch to the next day would be fine. Though for Silencer it can be slightly difficult showing himself in daylight after being the target of the local guard policy since the night before- But for Manti's sake, that's a more chill interaction.\n\nYeah my bad I forgor 💀 I'll reply as soon as I'm home\n\nOML the chill \"Yeah lest be buddies\" Thing is so not Silencer's style 💀 but yeah I'll try make him a comfort character more or less- *Shivery thumbs up* 👍👍"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Lightbringer** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "*...This shitty habit of always having to drink after being messed up finally calls its karma-...*\nSilencer thought as he slandered through the alleyways, pretty crowded during daytime as all those little stands set around nearly every corner of the city to sell their goods. Smells of herbs and cooked food travelling with the Sandwings through the place and remembering Silencer of finally having more than his medicine and alcohol as a meal. The headache was terrible, combined with the heat not really nicer than hell's description... But better than having to deal with mafiosos and their ugly trick- gosh those wounds were still tearing on Silencer's nerves as he continued to drag himself through the crowd, wearing a dusty old brownish robe over his wings and head- happily avoiding his face reveal that's printed over all those wanted flyers. He couldn't guess when the last time was his bounty was that high-\n\nBut as his memories trailed through yesterday's night he also remembered something else than only the disaster he caused at the brewery... He couldn't recall every image but what he remembered was this oddly talented blind dragons facing him. As talented as his skills in combat were- mainly the oddness he had interacting with Silencer stayed in his head."
}
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{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "In the middle of the flurries of dragons wandering around the plaza was a scrawny, scarred dragon, treading along the cobblestone. Her face was slim like a SkyWing's, and part of her scales were a dull orange, but they also were a pale gold characteristic to SandWings - She also had a sail and a tail barb, which she kept coiled to not stab bypassers by accident.\n\nPeriodically, she stopped to check a small pouch tucked beneath one of her wings, and kept bumping into other dragons. \"Move it!\" She said to a SkyWing that brushed past her, \"Out of the way!\" She bellowed to a confused looking RainWing who had barely even touched her."
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "Viper walked towards Sierra as his wings twitched and he moved swiftly towards the hybrid, he smiled as he greeted dragons left and right."
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "While the hybrid slowed her pace to lift her wing and check her pouch, she bumped into yet another dragon. \"Arghh! Move it, you-\" As soon as she turned to glare at the dragon, she froze. She examined the SandWing for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and kept walking, though a bit faster than before."
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"Wait, my name's Viper, what's your name?\"\n\nThe SandWing asked as he followed Sierra, his wings were pulled down by his sides as his claws crunched against the sand. His tail rattled as the second claw of Warmonger's outclaws tailed Sierra on silent talons. Viper's pitch-black eyes scanned the surrounding him as he moved quite quickly."
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "The hybrid twitched an ear, acknowledging what the SandWing had just said, but didn't reply. A minute later, she looked behind her shoulder, and after seeing that the SandWing was still following her, she sped up."
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "Viper slowed down and fell against the sand, his breath hitching as he whimpered and his chest rose and fell in a concerning manner, the sandwing clutched his neck as he winced in pain."
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "The hybrid stopped when she heard a faint *Thud* Behind her. She turned to find the SandWing that was following her just a few seconds ago was collapsed onto the ground. She trotted up to him, and crouched down to his level.\n\"Who are you?\" She hissed. \"And why were you following me?\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"I'm one of Warmonger's second claws and I'm a outclaw too, I just thought you were suspicious, I've never seen a hybrid before, are they really that common? If so, my name's Viper, and uh- what's your name, I don't think I got yours?\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "\"How would I know? I don't go out talking to random dragons, let alone hybrids.\" The hybrid replied, narrowing her eyes. \"I don't like sharing my name with random dragons I just met.\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"Right, well I'm just gonna assume you're antisocial, so uhm- do you wanna hang out sometime?\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "\"Give me a reason why I should hang out with a dragon who I just met, followed me around out of nowhere *And* Thinks I'm suspicious.\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"It's simple really, I'm just trying to survive out here.\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "\"Okay, and?\" The hybrid said. \"So am I. And everyone else, really. Why would I hang out with you because you want to survive?\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"Look- I can't really go into a full on relationship but my family have me wanted for 'murder' and I don't wanna get caught by them.\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "The hybrid eyed Viper suspiciously for a few heartbeats. \"Well, we're both wanted for something, so at least we have something in common.\" She shrugged with her wings. \"Fine, I guess I'll hang out with you.\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"Really? What'd your family frame you for? I hope it's not as bad as murder.\"\n\nViper shivered his wings as he felt his family eye him with their usual furious and cold expressions."
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "\"Oh no, I wasn't framed. And it's not my family who has me wanted, nor was it for murder.\" The hybrid said. She looked around for a moment, then looked back at Viper. \"Still, best not to talk about it in public. You never know who might be listening...\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"It's better than having the people you work for betray you, right?\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "\"We can talk more about that when we hang out.\" The hybrid stood up and offered her talons to Viper to help him up. \"Speaking of which, when will that be?\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"I can arrange something for tomorrow, would you like that?\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "The hybrid flinched when Viper finished speaking. \"Right... The Scorpion Den...\" She said. \"I can't go there because of... Reasons. Can we go somewhere here in Possibility instead?\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"I wish I could but my mother has Spies and Eyes almost everywhere.\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "\"And I'd rather not be killed by a certain gang leader that hates my guts, so either we do something in Possibility, or we don't hang out.\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"Alright, I'll try to find a spot for us.\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "\"Well, you better decide soon, because I want to go home right about now.\" The hybrid said, shaking her wings for a moment. \"We can meet up here again at sunset, so you'd have until then to find a spot. Sound good?\""
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"Very well then, I hope to see you soon.\""
},
{
"author": " Sierra",
"message": "\"See you later.\" The hybrid turned and started walking again, but suddenly stopped mid-step, as if she'd forgotten something.\n\"Oh, by the way,\" She craned her neck to face Viper. \"My name's Sierra. Just don't go spreading that around.\" Before the SandWing could reply, Sierra spun back around and resumed her walking."
},
{
"author": "<````> | VIPER | <````>",
"message": "\"I'll try not to... Sierra.\"\n\nViper said as he watched her go."
}
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{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "You mind starting? Imm aget started on a lil project im working on!"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "If there was one thing she would've never expected, then it'll be the kingdom of sand as described in her books, actually being this hot. How would she ever survive those beams of sunlight which she knew from the beach- now being much much more sadistic than ever. She felt every last droplets of water hiding between her scales slowly drying away. Even the cloak she has stolen wasn't preventing her nose tip under the hood slowly getting a sunburn.\n\nThere was just another problem aside her growing thirst-...Hunger, and that already since days. She managed to trade some of her jewellery against food- but she considered keeping them for actual emergencies. Throughout the flowing crowd of Sandwing's Downtide managed to make it out from the middle of the street- the shadow of the market's fabric roofs feeling like sweet relief, no matter how small the difference was. But then she noticed what market she was leaning against. Various kinds of meats being stacked up and neatly sorted by kind. Downtide took the chance while the pretty intimidating looking seller was currently trading with another Sandwing and grabbed a talon full of fishes, instantly hiding them under her robes.\nBut the hunger caused her eyes to become greedy, just as her talons when they reached out for pretty big chunk of beef- one still containing the sweet meaty wetness. *That'll be enough for a week-!* She thought, her claws already sinking into it."
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Oh btw- the intros are always that long"
},
{
"author": "Percival",
"message": "*Percival watched a certain dragon intently, their bag hung loosely around their neck, and he could bet a few scales they had currency in there... He could already imagine what he'd be able to buy and while he wasn't one to steal, if he didn't get caught it would be fine right? Ge doesn't even bother to hesitate before diving forward and grabbing a handful of money from the bag. The dragon shouted but percival was already darting away.*\n\n*He wasn't really watching where he was going and he didn't know where to go, since he didn't visit possibility much. He would spot the hooded dragon, and duck right behind her just as a dragon darted by and relaxed, letting out a low snicker as he comes to stand beside the hooded dragon. They didn't really look much older than him and he couldn't get a good look at them.*"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "She gazed for a quick moment to her left, seeing the seller still pretty enthusiastically chattering with his client. *Good- now or never- act, ~natural* Downtide told herself in quiet, grabbing the chunk of meets she'd later roast over a fire place. Eventually- even find some vegetables to it? \nAs she turned to leave she gasped, nearly letting the chunk fall as that oddly looking dragon suddenly appeared right in front of her.\n\n\"Wh- What do you want?!\"\n\nShe whispered loudly, trying to gaze over her shoulder if the Sandwing noticed her sin. She swung her head back to-...A Rainwing? No... What were those wings? None of her books taught her about such variants of dragons. \n\n\"...I know what it looks like- but ehrm... We could share? Only if you won't snitch!\""
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "I do well without pings, i usually keep notifs on to make ir easiee on my roleplay partner!"
},
{
"author": "Percival",
"message": "*He watched quietly and snorted at their suprise at his appearance. He guessed he was pretty stealthy. He really didn't have any intentions on snitching, but it was a little amusing that they'd think that he would. He shakes his head and wrinkles his snout though.*\n\n`No way, snitches get stitches. And what kind of meat is it anyways?`\n\n*Percival was especially picky about his foods, somewhat, as he squints at what they held in their talons. His tail lightly drumming the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "\"It's uh- b-\"\n\n\"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!\"\n\nDowntide's entire body stiffened at once, something like a Seawing curse word flared over her glimmering marks before clinching the chunk of meat between her jaws and throwing herself on all fourths, before breaking into a sprint alongside the hybrid.\n\n\"HEY I RECOGNISE YOU- PESKY HYBRID, GET BACK HERE!!\"\n\n**Guards! Guards!** The Sandwing shouted behind them, his voice slowly being exchanged with heavy wing beats and coming dangerously closer."
},
{
"author": "Percival",
"message": "*Percival jumped at the voice and silently groaned before tucking the currency under his wing and darted after the seawing. He wasn't sure if they even knew their way around and he wasn't going to take any chances. Making large leaps he digs his talons into the ground and gently, but purpsefully bumps into the seawing to get their attention.*\n\n*It was a window of a really old building, it looked especially dark inside, pitch black even. Without waiting for even a reply percival, sharply turned while putting on a burst of speed and jumpingnint the window, dissapearing in the darkness.*"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "The sudden bump made her jump aside a little- before realising the intention within it. Downtide dug her claws into the ground as well- tho her weight brought her to slip. Despite her clumsy mobility she managed to take the sharp curve and managed to take the corner with her tail tip just vanishing out of the aftercoming guards' sight. She leaped through the window, tucking her wings and limbs as close as possible to her torso- but unluckily her robes weren't the only things that suffered the cuts of the old glassy shards.\nThe Seawing let the Chuck of meat fall and hit outside of the window's view- heavily panting while scanning the room for the dragon that just helped her. Then she heard the heavy wing beats pass by.\n\n\"H-hello?! You there??\"\n\nShe called before starting to let her marks glow to enlighten the room."
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "Its... Going terrible SOB Ill try and free my sxhedule today to reply too :D"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Why terrible?? Bro dm if there's anything I could help with duh"
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "Im struggling with dragon anatomy, not sure if theres much u can do 😔\n\nGoing for da classic backwards flight one but the back legs wont back leg 😭\n\nLemme see if i can take a pic"
},
{
"author": "Percival",
"message": "*Percival hissed silently as he ate a face full of sand when he had leapt inside, his speed giving him the momentum of being thrown. He shakes his scales, getting the sand off him as he turns around and spots the dragon leaping in aswell after him. He adjusts to the darkness rather quickly and approaches but jumps when they begin to illuminate and a bare bramble bush sprouted from the groun near his tail and he then jumped from that.*\n\n`You can glow!?`\n\n*He whisper yells, eyes widened slightly in awe as he swats at the bush and circles them curiously. After a few moments he takes a seat infront of them.*"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Percival is so bbg 💞"
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "Hes got energy for days 🔥"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "\"Tzh-?! Ofc I can glow! Have you never met a Seawing before??\"\n\nWith a slight confused expression she tried to keep track of him circling her with her gaze. Eventually she looked back on him from the other side, smacking her tail against the wooden floor which protested creaking under the impact. She narrowed her eyes on him- them finally adapting to the darkness as well, the always bright weather outside caused her dark vision to weaken.\n\n\"-what I meant to say, thank you- for helping me there, whoever you are\"\n\nDowntide wrapped her tail around her talons as she sat down, inspecting the ruin they invaded- the floor looked as if only faith was holding the planks together, the stairs were mostly busted in- and the ceiling had several cracks reviewing the age and lack of care it's holding on its shoulders... But at least the temperature was much cooler in here than outside"
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "Pretty good, ill reply after eating dinner :3\n\nJokes on u I ate it all 😎"
},
{
"author": "Percival",
"message": "*Percival was more or less curious if they were a pure seawing or not, kind of jealous if they were but there was no way he'd make that obvious.*\n\n`Ohhhh... That... Make sense.`\n\n*He grins smugly and widely at the thanks, nearly forgetting his earlier thoughts as he raised his head.*\n\n`No problem, that grumpy sandwing is always trying to catch someone, thats why I have this secret hideout, which has yet to be found.`\n\n*He snickers excitedly, he loved the thrill of getting chased, almost as much as doing what he wanted when he wanted. He holds out a talon expectantly.*\n\n`Now where's my thank you gift?`"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "YOU F-\nAnyways I'll reply soon too"
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "*WHEEZE* And ill be waiting *Slinks into the shadows"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "She glanced at the Hybrid with a raised eyebrow before rolling her eyes which stopped on the chunk of meat laying below them-...Unfortunately now slightly covered in dust.\n\n\"Good- fairness wins, you'll get your half, but first I want you to get me a couple of things.\"\n\nDowntide then pulled her hood down, revealing an oddly upstanding sail that apparently has been painted... *Or tattooed?* In a deep red colour- completely standing in contrast with her entire bluish silhouette, which showed uncommon markings from which her bluish light emitted. Now when her robes were loosely hanging around her shoulders several jewels around her neck came to view, mostly with Seawing traits carved into the designs of golden coral shapes, white pears and stones that shimmered in several colours at once. No usual dragon would have such possession- even on her wrists there were those shiny accessories. But if she was a noble or even a royal- why did she have this oddly rebellious look? All those piercings are way too badass and against any standards of those nobles- so what was her deal? \n\n\"A bucket of Water, a view stones- about talon sized, and something like a bar- or just something long and thin out of metal. Can you follow me?\""
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "*Slow ass, old man typing noises*"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "*Pushes downstairs*"
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "And i was just aboutta to multiple back on back replies 😒"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Joker Please\nI need those"
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "I feel so powerful rn but yeah i got 10 hours i think probably 7 but stillll\n\nIts meaaaans im doing nothing today 😄"
},
{
"author": "Percival",
"message": "*Pericival licks his chops eagerly, he was hungry and ready to bite down on anything. Literally. His jaw didn't close though when they finally revealed themselves, eyes widening slightly in awe. They looks so cool in all the special jewelry, it made him question if they needed to steal at all. He shakes his head though, swallowing the drool the dribbled from his mouth in his expression of awe and flicked an ear as they listed a bunch of things, giving them a confused funny look.*\n\n`Wait- pause- why d'ya need any of that stuff? And we'll have to be extra stealthy if we go out there, they're gonna be on high alert.`\n\n*He scoffs and rolls his eyes as if he was stating important info.*\n\n`And you look... Rich!`"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "\"MOONS-! Stop staring like that!!\"\n\nShe hissed, misunderstanding his staring gaze in combination with the drooling for inappropriate behaviour. Downtide swooped her strong tails over the ground, throwing a cloud of sand into Percival's face. With an nearly offended expression she lifted her head into another direction while crossing her forearms, the rings on her fingers clicking against one another.\n\n\"You squidbrain- I'm gonna cook this for us! Besides, I cannot get out there- im much too obvious and-...\"\nShe almost called herself *Chunky* But bit her lips last second.\n\"...You're just more agile. WHATEVER, bring me those and I promise you something good, deal?\"\n\nWith that she kicked into the floor with her hind leg, causing the planks to splitter and reveal sand beneath. She broke of couple more planks around the hole she made before stacking the wooden pieces together- of course she'd need the stones, otherwise the planks around the fire could lighten up as well.\n\n\"...I'm a princess, well- ex-princess. I'm keeping those only in case- I have to trade in difficult situations\""
},
{
"author": "Percival",
"message": "*He was slightly confused by the hissing and stepped back with a snort, but not by much as he raised himself on his haunches to look bigger.*\n\n`Im not a squidbrain.`\n\n*He shot sourly, looking to the window which they had jusmped thtough to double check there were no dragons still running about outside, like the gaurd or sandwing. He does grin at the idea of something good, and plus he was pretty speedy which brought him back to his feet as he pridefully pruded to the window and beganbto climb out, careful to avoid harming himself, looking back at the seawing with a excited glint in his eye.*\n\n`Leave it to me, I'll be back in a flas- your a HUH?`\n\n*He squawked loudly, losing his balance and grip and falling onto the ground on theother side of the wall, his head poking back up.*\n\n`Your not pulling my tail are ya?!`\n\n*It definitely made sense if they were a princess though, the jewelry and such but not how rowdy they looked, and a ex princess? How does one becomes a 'ex-princess'?*"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "*Oh and what a squidbrain you are...* Downtide thought, finishing the rough structure of the fireplace and began cutting the chunk of meat in two equal pieces. Then she shot her her head in his direction before flinching at the sight of Percival falling down to the other side. Downtide quickly got up and went over to him, took a quick check left and right down the streets before being nearly jumpscared by his quick reappearance.\n\n\"ECK- what are you doing?! You want us to be seen?!\"\n\nShe hissed at him in a whispering tone, again looking over his shoulder to check if someone of danger witnessed his clumsiness. \n\n\"Listen! I'll tell you about it when you return, understood?? But now for moons sake- just go! And try not to drag attention on yourself!\"\n\nShe desperately gestured with her talons while naming him the things she needed again.\n\n\"Again- I need water, if you can find anything to store it safely in... I'd need one or two metal rods, and about seven or eight talon sized stones. Here- you might need it.\"\n\nDowntide unclipped her satchel, emptied everything out in the floor she had, a notebook, some food leftovers, herbs and a wooden figure, before hanging the satchel around Percival's neck."
},
{
"author": "Percival",
"message": "*He dutifully nods, still blinking rapidly at the crazy discovery. He wondered what itbwas like even being a royal. Did they really get to eat whenever and wgatever they wanted? And have huge swimming pools to themselves?! His frills lifted and quivered with excitement at the thought of a huge place to swik, allll to himself.*\n\n`Sweeet, alright, alright.`\n\n*He murmurs quickly and hops on his feet, absorbing the heat which added to his already full energy abr and looks around as they seawing just did moments before, before taking on as fast as he could from where they ran from, taking a turn down a alleyway and in the direction where he knew he could find a bucket. He also knew where he'd get the water, in a dragons garden, duh. What else did he need again? Oh thats right, a bar and stones. The stones could be fetched on his way back, he wasn't sure about a thin metally thingy.*"
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "Discord failed to send my mssg im so sorry 😭\n\nAlso we can say he makes it back with the bucket of water\n\nHehe dw take ya time!"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "She let out a sigh as Percival went on his duty, hoping he'd come back without forgetting anything and without guards in his back. Downtide let go off the window and sat down beside the still in progress standing fireplace, looking down on her stuff- eventually getting the motivation to open her neat looking notebook together with a small tube of ink.\n\nIn the meanwhile- Percival was definitely hurrying, and he could feel something flapping around within the satchel- something light as if it'll be one single item that somehow didn't manage to fall out when she shook it.\nIf Percival took a look out of curiosity, he'd find a wooden figure talon sized, apparently also painted by talon so not only it's shape but also it's colours matched-...Her. It looked as if someone has crafted it especially for her."
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"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Again those flyers were set up. The wing blew the paper gently, causing it to snicker as if it was making fun of the dragon looking at it- wondering how this dragon managed to convince so many dragons coming to their parties despite them taking place in the nights if works days. The cloaked silhouette ripped the flyer of the lamppost and stuffed it into their satchel before slandering down the darkened alleys. The sun nearly completely vanished off the horizon, the earlier dramatic shadows now spreading further until only the late city lights enlightened the streets. The slanderer's horns gently brushed past low hanging paper lanterns, coloured to throw a blowing night life upon bypassing dragons.\n\n\"Hm~...\"\n\nThe stranger said as he stopped by the sign carrying the *Club house's* Name, enlightened by more of those lanterns hanging all around the large building. He huffed, putting the paper back into his satchel after comparing the names, then walked through the open doors into a pre-room, a hall where guests could check in. The lantern led along the ceiling right to a second pair of doors, this time closed... And guarded by one dragon.\n\"Name\"\nThe wider dragon requested as they stretched out their wing to stop the figure from carelessly wandering in.\n\"Suggondeeze\"\n\"Well- too bad I cannot find y- HEY-?!\"\nJust as they realised what the stranger referred to they met instant blackness. With a subtile thud they fell over to the side after Silencer gave them a 'gentle' strike to their neck, nothing serious... Just a little nappy. He shoved the dragon further into another corridor, hiding him out of sight for further visitors- at least he hopes no one would find him that quickly.\n\nThe earlier subtile music welcomed Silencer with higher volume as he pushes himself through the doors before letting his hood fall from his face. Usually- he wouldn't consider revealing his identity in public places like that- but today he had to blend into the crowd of rather active, dancing and eyecatching dragons. He was quite irritated seeing dragons that painted themselves with reflective neon colours-...*Could've thought of that- would be even better... Whatevs- the makeup should do* He thought, confidently squeezing himself through the crowd since all his recognisable scars over his face were more or less perfectly covered. Only his greenish eyes where one detail he couldn't hide."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "Swooping through the air that was allowed underneath ceilings, Mesa angled her wings to land on the right of an honoured guest, claws gripping the ground as she greeted him with an alcoholic, fruity drink coloured a lime green - a SandWing speciality of cactus juice - with a funky umbrella, reassuring it was on the house whilst carefully stealing one of his jewels for payment. \n\nShe exaggerated a bow in departure, causing the guest to giggle a little too much causing Mesa to tilt her head amongst the crowd, searching. *There,* She thought, feeling accomplished in her sights - he had sober friends. He'll be right. Mesa couldn't imagine the guilt that would slither underneath her scales like snakes because she caused someone's unsafety because she made them tipsy - even those who had wronged her - those who'd do the same to her without a second thou-\n\nThe shrill of the singer on stage awakened her from her thoughts - how easily she'd been distracted! She glanced to where her honoured guest was, but he was long gone, perhaps informing others about the importance of seaslugs or some other shit. She smiled dimly, estranged from the atmosphere with the monster of her thoughts. Shaking her head as a dog would shaking off water, she put on the stolen horn ring with a sapphire looking jewel carefully encrusted into the gold, fixing her expression to be carefree with a touch of determination as her wings lifted her into the air, edging onto a shelf like place, the sturdy wood holding her weight with ease.\n\nThere she watched over the party, appreciating it. Typically being *In* The party and not the observer, it was somewhat jarring, her perspective being a 'greater' view of the dynamic. Appreciation and awe touched her eyes, but it was one individual that caught her sight. She didn't consider much of him, though key details to note was his ruffled sail and his shifty behaviour. Mesa's eyes narrowed, feeling a toothy smile emerge.\n\nIt had been a while since she's had some real fun, and the bait was right in his expression.\n\n\"Didn't know you were invited, plus one?\" She asked, knowingly giving him an excuse as she spoke from above before swooping down infront of him in a casual, yet strategic matter - blocking his path as she raised her brow. Her tone of voice was conversational but also smug, as if she already knew - a slight smirk showing a reckless side, something she hoped the stranger would believe to be rebellion. \n\n*Crikey,* She thought as she analysed his figure; the strengths and weaknesses of his physique, only just realising the striking colour of his green eyes. She tilted her head slightly at it, but made no comment - she would get her answer to that, eventually."
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Bababui** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I'm not going back on my word - I told you I'd reply Tuesday night and I did sidjddjd"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "*Bingo* The word visibly flashing in his mind as his eyes focused with a greedy grin at the sight of the dragon. How smoothly and unnoticeable she stole the ring, which Silencer seemingly as the only one saw, gave him just the satisfaction that he wouldn't have to look for long. He was about to squeeze himself through the dragons again, his wide shoulders not really making its easy without accidentally pushing someone and spilling their drink either over themselves or another. Silencer lost the contact with that dragon as he was suddenly confronted by one of the guests for being a total idiot, just as he was about to search for his target again he heard the voice right from above. He raised his eyebrows with a calm expression as the dragoness landed just in his path- not that it would continue any further from now on.\n\n\"Ah~ well my friend just left to relief his stomach, alcoholics really don't know when to stop, hm?\"\nHe lied, lied well- but the somewhat teasing-charming tone he intended already underlining his made up excuse. The stranger lifted a talon and examined a piece of jewellery in between his claws, the smug tho calms smile not disappearing of his snout. It happened to be a ring looking similar to the one she just has stolen-...Maybe the reflex of brushing her fingers together brought the realisation of something being missing.\n\"Didn't know the popular and loved by everyone host was stealing from their guests~\"\nHe said before reaching his talon out to hand it back, his emerald eyes wandering from the ring up to hers, unknown if it was charm or intended threatening."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She contained a wry smile - wasn't that the truth. \"Of course not~ Terrible thing aren't they?\" She played on the word 'not', extending it to show her subtle disbelief of the lame yet plausible excuse, her smile contrasting her stomach squirming at the indication of addiction - which Mesa paid little attention to. She acted somewhat like a noble, though the slight exaggeration of her tone suggested otherwise. He kept a conversation well enough, she mentally noted, sticking out her tongue slightly as she considered the information. *Well enough to be confident in the palette of tones he used.* Always a fun dragon, yet not one to trust - especially since she knew her bad habits all too well.\n\nSurprise lined her features as he revealed the stolen ring, expression then changing to become challenging, as if this were a competition against petty theives, social status and morality. \n\"The 'popular and loved host' isn't holding any stolen jewellery, now is she? You better think more carefully about who you present that to, they're more sober than you think,\" Mesa warned with a mischievous tone, almost as if she didn't exactly mean it as she refused the 'gift', keeping eye contact."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "He gave her a grin, a toothy one this time, the corners of his teeth reflecting the eagerness in his eyes. *Damn she's good~* Silencer thought while grabbing the shoulder of a dragon serving drink on a plate to the guests. The *Thief* Placed the ring on the tablet and surprisingly changed his entire being- his tone, facial and physical expressions into a total different dragon, one that was sympathetic and an *Obvious good soul.*\n\"Excuse me, in case you have a lost and found, could you take it there? I bet the dragon who lost it in all this actin happening around here- is already looking for it.\"\nHe sighed over his own words that indicated his disbelief of some dragons being so clumsy... Which made the serving dragon nod with understanding before changing their path to their new side quest.\nSilencer looked after them for a short while, his gaze moving with them before landing on Mesa once again, the daring expression reawakening as if he wanted to say *Two can play this sober game.*\n\n\"Naw- I gotta say some dragons... Eh?\"\nThe Sandwing slowly walked around them, an rough elegance within his motion almost as if he tried to play the role of a casanova. He leaned his head further to her side, nearly whispering directly into her ear while looking around as if he was just gossiping over dragons... He could play his cards just as well as she did.\n\"Pretty dragoness, would you mind lowering your nose just this once and doing a favour... For an obviously *Good looking stranger*?\" A soft chuckle couldn't be kept back as his own words amused him, actually- he planned intimidation first... But this game really gave him just the thrill he was missing. The Sandwing slowly walked past her, daring to brush against their wings while heading to a less crowded spot on this hall, just beside the open windows towards and empty alley of sleeping houses."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "It was as if she already could feel the bile at her mouth from the sickly sweet attitude of the stranger, wrinkling her snout distastefully as he had the audacity to pretend he had an ounce of innocence in his eyes. When his expression darkened, she strangely felt more at ease, the facade at-least saturated in his eyes - daring and perhaps abit competitive.\n\nShe kept him in her peripheral, not turning her head. Her tail tensed as he moved closer, keeping her expression neutral as she held in a snarl. \"Your mirrors must be good liars~\" She cooed back before he moved away, expression changing to be challenging and snide, holding in a laugh at and not with him.\n\nShe eyed him critically as he brushed her wings, all too aware of ulterior motives, shielding her heart against his wishes. She followed him, playing into his game - hoping she didn't relent any power by doing so. Once they were more isolated from the others, her senses seemed to perk up. Mesa's ears tilted various directions to listen to the unheard, tail tensed to poison the unlucky and feet light to make a swift escape, if needed. More alert.\n\n\"What's on your mind that we need more privacy? You don't have any hidden knives, do you?\""
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "\"Ouch~\"\nHe nearly sang before giving that comment a chuckle as well. Reaching the windows he turned around, sat down on his hind legs while leaning his back against the open window before reaching into his robes- to Mesa's relief... It was only a cigar. \n\"You can really be poisonous just as sugar sweet on stage... Ah~ been a while since I've been called ugly. But I don't judge, it's not like I have enough jewellery to be attractive, no?\"\nHe said teasingly, underlining her habit of stealing once again- but obviously he wasn't quite the amateur in that either. \n\nSilencer enlightened his cigar with a gentle flame, turning it before taking a long breath of the tickling but pleasing smoke... And being so friendly not blowing it into Mesa's face but over his shoulder to the open.\n\"Oooh... Hidden knives? Tzh-tzh~ even if I had any, they wouldn't be anywhere close to the sharpness if your mind my dear\"\nHe crossed his forearms and let the cigar drag a thin cloud of smoke into the night while his eyes glimmered into her's just as the cigar did. \n\"You're talented, with all honesty and no irony intended~ \nSomeone that is capable of leading a conversation to their advantage, that manipulative talent in combination with your skilled talons... Are quite the big catch~\"\nWhile he spoke he'd reach into his pockets once more, taking another cigar but handing it to the host of this party.\nSilencer lifted both his eyebrows teasingly while tilting his head to one shoulder.\n\"Not poisoned, not like I can kidnap or kill such a popular dragon~\""
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She gave a toothy, controlled smile at his input, allowing a soft snicker at his allusion to thievory, \"Neither am I drunk enough to say you are,\" Mesa commented, her choice of wording indicating she had a few drinks in spite of her healthy liver indicating otherwise. It was better to appear weaker. Much more surprise.\n\nShe carefully acknowledged the use of the cigar, choosing not to comment on it as he blew the smoke into the quiet night, her eyes following the smoke until it fragmented into the atmosphere. \n\nShe raised a brow at the numerous compliments received and the backing off of insults, favouring her instead. \"You enjoy getting into my mind, don't you?\" She asked instead of receiving the compliment like how she once would have, giddy and blushing. Embarrassment twinged in the tensing of her claws as she remembered, but quickly let go.\n\n\"It comes with the job, though I doubt you have such talent,\" She said dismissively to try to enlighten herself with what *He* Could do without directly asking. It was always a good ploy. Say someone isn't good at something and then they boast their biggest secret - a trick she learnt when she was only seven-teen.\n\nShe gave a slight smile as he said 'Not poisoned,' it carrying as he spoke. \"Would've thought a dragon as smart as you could see the different layers of poison~ those accepted,\" She gestured with her dark eyes toward the cigarette, \"And those not,\" Her tail curled in, refusing the offer as she kept her talons to herself, sitting down and tilting her head at the strange dragon."
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Chill out you're good! ✨ don't get into trouble"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "SDJFbdb I'll try not to - \nAlso sounds good ^^ 💞 ✨"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Just for a moment his eyes switched between her's and the tension in her talons, taking imaginary notes on that body language of hers. His gaze lifted to hers again with a relaxed toothy grin while wielding his cigarette, \"Getting Into your mind? Already? Thats pleasing to hear~\" He tensed his eyebrows teasingly before taking another puff of his cigar. His eyebrows stayed up, not really surprised, but also not really disappointed that she wouldn't join him.\n\"Your loss~\" He took the cigar back into his pockets, then took his own one out for a moment and and gazed at the glimmering herbs just as another small burned off part slowly fell to the ground while the glimmer seemingly merciless continued very slowly eating up the cigar. *I am killings myself slowly, no doubt. But at least I leave something behind for the next generations...* He thought to himself, excusing his insane and- no doubt -very risky plans being worth of a view lives... Including his.\n\n\"...Sometimes a bit of poison heals you more than you might think\" He waved his talon and rolled his eyes, *I begin liking her cunningness* \"Im talented in things i have to be talented in, since I cant be talented in everything, im looking for dragons that can fill such gaps~\" Slowly but surely he would get to his point, he was curious if he could awaken Mesa's curiosity. But if being honest with his self, ignoring the fact he needs special talents like her, Silencer felt quite lucky he'd meet her-...She enlightens his passions, tho he'd have to polish the rock further to obtain the diamond he needs.\n\n\"Say... Do those silly parties never lose their thrill? Im not meaning to accuse you of anything, but is all this fancy talking- those rounds of drinks- putting up a mask and *Acting* Like everyone's friend really making you feel alive?\""
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "HELP Should I be scared\n\nYUMMY I LOVE THE WRITING 💞"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Pleased to hear that TwT\nAlso"
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "\"You wish~ I see a lot of faces, so why should yours be one to remember?\" She asked tilting her head, obsidian eyes gleaming with a genuine curiosity of the stranger's response whether it be appearance, egotistical or flirtatious - she doubted anything of value would leave his maw but she was open to being surprised. She shrugged at his comment, finding no interest in another addiction to try scramble out of, the surprisingly airy smoke strangling and suffocating her from inside out. No thanks.\n\nMesa knew his first statement all too well, instead deciding to comment on latter. She snorted. \"How vague~ and I thought you had something of interest to say,\" Mesa sighed, her voice suave yet curt, playing hard to get - enjoying the game immensely. If he wanted to use her, why make it boring for herself? She kept her heart and her head separate as she spoke to this conniving stranger. He had secrets he wasn't willing to tell and she wasn't going to let herself fall for his flirtatious demeanour.\n\nMesa suddenly looked straighter at the stranger and his strange questions, especially one revolving around her job. Her shock wasn't easy to mask. It felt out of nowhere, as if he had reached out the window and grasped the smoke he had exhaled like a lasso. \"I'm not acting,\" She said, squinting her eyes to see if he was serious, \"In spite of what you may think, I genuinely care for the health and happiness of others at my parties - jewellery stealing 'n' all.\" \n\n\"They're not always silly. They're an experience, a chance to go and socialise and *Thrive,*\" She said in genuine awe despite the bitter thoughts following, *It's easier befriending strangers than keeping friends, too.* She kept the thoughts from lowering the lift in her wings, saving them for another night. \"Any job can become monotonous, that's why you have to keep the right one.\"\n\nMesa smiled to herself for abit before catching his gaze and seeming to remember the game they were playing. \"Why do you ask? You into acting, mysterious SandWing, or is there a name to your face I should forget?~\""
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Silencer let all her explaining lead the flow of the conversation, himself quietly listening for now. His constant smile faded into more straightened mouth corners while he looked to the side of the window's frame and set out his cigar against it, the last gentle strings of smoke escaping through his nostrils before his eyes would land back on hers. He had the odd feeling she was convincing herself more than him, he raised both eyebrows and nodded ever so often in between her sentences. Slowly his talons collided with each other into a slow monotone applause.\n\n\"*A chance to socialise and thrive*? *Caring about health and happiness*?\"\nThe cunning and teasing tone he has earlier seemed to have faded into a calm, tho serious voice, almost judging instead of humorous.\n\"You steal from your own guests which you act as a friend for- or at least an always *Dazzling* Host... You set up all those parties sponsored by your *Income* Of noble's jewellery I guess? Whatevs... If singing, dancing, acting, drinking and stealing isn't monotone for your heart... And you absolutely have no desire to look outside of the box... Then maybe-\"\n\nThe Sandwing pushes himself from the window and back on all fourths, taking a view steps forwards and closing the distance between their snouts to have a- very piercing gaze into her eyes, with a green that nearly was threatening- as well as hypnotising. \n\"-then maybe... I shouldn't tell you my offer. You are unique, it almost saddens me seeing you waste your potential, Mesa~\"\nHe tilted his head, extending the eye contact for little longer before already turning and walking past her towards the crowd again."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "\"Health and happiness doesn't come from materials - and if they do for some dragons, I'm doing them a favour,\" She debated calmly, raising her brow at the mockery of her job and the love she had for it, him acting as if partying was the only part of her life as he said 'no desire to look outside the box'. \n\nShe held her ground as his green eyes pinned her gaze, her lip almost curling to show her teeth. Mesa didn't break eye contact, even as he spoke.\n\nShe didn't know how he gained her name, but wasn't entirely surprised; dragons often spoke too loudly to each other, and don't seem to know how keen the \"Unobservant's\" Ear quite is. Mesa didn't allow her guard around her mind down, shielding against questioning herself. A more lousy part of herself - one she dare not look into - wished to keep speaking with the vain, if not arrogant mysterious SandWing leaving. She winced as she made a decision costing her dignity, muttering harsh curses under her breath as she decided to call him back and hating the inevitable smug face he would wear at the desperation in her voice. Ot like there'd be any. She'd control it like her own talons.\n\n\"I never said this was all my life,\" She called, voice warm and testing, no desperation like she didn't care if the deal was off or not, \"What deal you got in mind, past the party-lights and celebrations? And more importantly,\" She added, to seem as if she didn't want to keep talking to him, arching a brow playfully, \"What's my payment?\""
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "His steps slowed down until coming to a stop. With his back turned to her she couldn't see his face- he seemingly just stared aimlessly into the crowd for a moment, before his shoulders relaxed as if a long deafened by the music sigh escapes his lungs. His actual reason why he wanted to close the deal is that he's unsure how far he could trust her to not get others into danger- just like herself. What they were doing was the definition of thrill, *Hooligans*, that's how they were called. But the 'chaos' they're causing to organisations, which's wealth was built on unfairness and betrayal as well as unmoral deals with the lower inhabitants of this kingdom. Nobles think they would always get away with whatever cruelties they planned behind the curtains if this shit show. Silencer came back- maybe to Mesa's surprise not wearing a smug but thoughtful gaze -and extended one wing to lead her back to their audience-less corner.\n\n\"...If my ears should ever witness that you couldn't keep this to yourself...\"\nFor a short glance there was a threat in his gaze, he meant it, whatever was so important to him to stay unmentioned. He let his left wing extended, which shielded both their heads from the rest of the crowd as he leaned further in to whisper-...From the outside we know how this looked like.\n\n\"*We* Plan on breaking a view nobles' legs... Metaphorical of course\"\nAs if he'd want to loosen the tension again he put on his smugness from earlier, communicating with his facial expressions separately from his words.\n\"They have records and scrolls of their own crimes, those are contracts they made with organisations like mine- *Criminals* Fits... That's what they call us, since we try ruining their plans since a long time, while their plans are truly the ones that are crimes against their own dragons.\" Silencer's voice had a weird undertone. Hate... Eventually, something angered him as he spoke, as if the very mentioning of it caused his stomach to twirl.\n\n\"...I won't name you details about their *Crimes*, but I'm planning to expose those to society... And once they're on their fall, their wealth getting returned to those in need-\nIt's planned to happen in a view moons... Heard of this humongous bal where all our *Fancy dragons* Meet?\"\nHe shook his head with a chuckle, reopening his eyes again as he gazed back into hers.\n\"You'll get the details... Eventually... We have time. As for your payment-...\n\n*What do you -truly- desire?*\" The mysterious stranger asked with a tone as if he wanted to test her- maybe he has asked earlier recruits just the same question."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "You don't have to be sorry, I don't mind if it's long OR short :>"
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{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he was on his break from the patrol, his wings curled to be out of the way while he watched the snow fall, his brighter scales glistening in the light of the sun as he enjoyed the warmth against his scales, taking a deeper breath he looked back down at the scroll he was reading\n\nHaving gotten into writing a while ago and deciding to write a bit while he was on break, it was a rather quiet evening so he didn't think it would matter if he was alittle bit distracted while on duty ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*From behind him, Gryfalcon could hear someone walking up behind him, just slow enough to let his imagination run with who it was. Though, when they came into his peripheral vision, said identity was impossible to miss.*\n\n*General Snowstorm sat to her haunches beside Gyrfalcon, she looked up into the snow for a moment, but she didn't say much, waiting for him to be done with his writing before speaking up, not wishing to bother him before then.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he looked up at snowstorm before carefully Rollin his scroll back up ~^} \" General, what brings you here this evening?\" \n\n{^~ he asked looking at her curiously, not fully sure why she was joining him as he didn't really see her as one to do this without reason ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"I hear you are the one to thank for many a late night gift when I kept myself up with my work?\" *She asked, her tone mostly neutral,* \"I do not know if you have talked to Calve recently, but, I wanted to thank you. And talk to you.\"\n\n*As she went on, it started to seem like she was having to force herself to keep her neutrality in place, though the emotion she was forcing down definitely involved a smile.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" ... That snitch- but- yes, yes I have been- what did you wish to talk about?\" \n\n{^` he asked offering her a small smile as he wanted to seem alittle nicer than he normally did, his tail curled slightly behind him as he was alittle embarrassed about being caught~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The stoic general smirked slightly at his reaction,* \"Do not worry, he only told me because I asked him, I likely would have found out much earlier, had I even been aware of the meaning behind it all. Which, is what I wanted to talk about, and apologize for. I was, unaware of it almost completely.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" That's alright, I wasn't being completely to the point with the messages anyway- I do apologize if you find it weird or anything along those lines-\"\n\n{^~ he said coming to a realization some people do not like those kinds of letters and feeling alittle bad, tho he didn't let it show to much as he didn't want to upset the general at all ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She shook her head,* \"I doubt I would get it even if you were more clear, it was only after talking to my sister a few days ago that I even realized what it was I was feeling. I never really looked into any of it until then, let alone considered that anyone would actually like me. But, now I want to move past that, if, you still had any interest in me.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he thought a second, his ears flicking slightly in thought, blushing slightly at the offer ~^} \" I- uhm- yes- I do have interest in you still- \" \n\n{^` he said rather sheepishly for his normal demeanor, his normal \"Tough\" Act faltering ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The general looked over, smiling genuinely for most likely the first time since he'd first saw her,* \"I know it will not be easy, and that I have a lot to learn, but, I am willing to try, if you will have me,\" *She said, holding a talon out to him, he could see that she was blushing too, fairly heavily at that, she was definitely not used to that kind of talk.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he smiled taking her talon and smiling alittle at her ~^] \" I would love to\" {^~ he said giggling slightly before offering her a snowy flower he had found around the border of the ice wing territory, ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Her breath caught as he showed her the flower, it was the first time she could remember of someone doing something like that, even if it was a simple, on-the-fly gesture, it still caught her off guard. Even she couldn't help but let a tear fall free as she took it, after a second of staring at the flower, she placed it between her ear and spikes, smiling at him with a simple,* \"Thank you, Gyrfalcon.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he smiled, looking at her a bit before watching the snow again ~^} \" No problem, snowstorm,\" \n\n{^` he said gently letting go of her talon as he took out some of the art he was doing of her on one of his scrolls, starting to draw again ~^}✓"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Noticing that he was paying more attention to her while drawing, she quickly figured out what his subject was, and gladly stayed still to make it easier on him,* \"Perhaps when you are off duty, you could introduce me to your daughter? I've heard you talk about her, but I do not think I have actually met her. And of course, if we work out like I hope, I will certainly see her often.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\"Oh you'd adore kitti- (his nickname for her) she's a wonderful dragonet, \" {^~ he said glad to talk about his daughter, his tail swishing happily ~^}\n\n\" She is brave and constantly trying to perfect her hunting skills, she never truly wanted to be a guard like me but I can't truly blame her after hearing some of the stories the others have told her\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Truthfully, I would not want for my dragonet to be a soldier, I would not wish it anyone but those who truly believe it is the best path for them. It, stunted me in some ways, important ways. Though, I can see some of my tactics being useful in hunting, if she would be interested in being taught them,\" *She mused as she looked out over the courtyard, closing her eyes in contemplation, and more than a little happiness.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" I do not wish for her to become a soldier either, but when she was younger it looked like the path she was taking, now she's almost constantly using her slim and smaller body to weasel her way into small caves to catch things-\" {^~ he said smiling as he passed the drawing over to snow ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Ah, hero worship, wanting to follow what her father does, seems she grew out of it, and is finding her own aspirations, a positive outcome for sure, I for one, am interested to find out what she does eventually decide what to do, the decision is hers, of course,\" *She commented as she took the drawing, she wasn't sure what to expect, though she did know for a fact, it would be the best.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` the drawing was of snow laying within a beautiful crystal cave, having made sure to include the Smaller details~^} \" She seems pretty found of things like hunting, tho she has tampered with things like medicine before and became fond of it before\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She sat and stared at the picture, dumbfounded, for a good minute or so, only barely registering what Gyr was talking about, and like a mask lifted from her face, all of her care of dignity and professionalism dropped, her long established, and heavily defended, side melted away like ice in summer, the last few days doing their job in chipping away at the walls she put up around her heart, as she failed to even try to hold back her tears this time. By the time she looked back to him, even her scowl had broken away into a smile, and she jolted towards him to embrace him,* \"No one, has ever given me, anything like this before...\""
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Nightspark43** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` he seemed taken off guard, looking at her slightly cunfused for a second before returning the embrace ~^} \" Your- welcome-?..\" {^~ he said not sure how to respond to this, happy her walls where down now but not sure if that was a good or bad thing in this case ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She held him a small while, and when she pulled away, she realized what she just did, and with a noise of surprise and embarrassment, she quickly pulled herself to full height,* \"My apologies, I do not know what came over me,\" *She tried to continue, but words failed her, and she instead sighed,* \"That, felt good, to do. Still, it was inappropriate, especially since you are supposed to be on duty still. But, what they do not know will not hurt them,\" *She gave a short chuckle. While it seemed like she was back to 'normal' she was still talking with more emotion than usual.*\n\n\"I hope you will let me know when your shift has ended, I believe they will be serving dinner around then, I would, like to go with you,\" *She was, extremely evidently, entirely new to the concept of dating, and had no idea if she was being too forward or moving too quickly.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he thought a moment before nodding ~^} \" Alright, amy specific spot I will be able to find you around that time?\" {^~ he asked tilting his head in question, he had no problem having dinner with the dragoness, it had been a long while since he had tried anything like that, after his, arranged, marriage he had to go through with his other wife ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"You know where my sitting room is I trust? Near the gates? I will likely be there, lest something pull my attention away, nothing should, I made sure my schedule was clear, but, it is impossible to tell fully,\" *She explained, before adding,* \"And hopefully I will not make a complete fool of myself,\" *Under her breath.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he nudged her slightly tho it was more or less a excuse to have her touch again ~^} \" Alright, I'll see you there, maybe after dinner you would like to meet kitti?\" {^~ he asked knowing he wouldn't be able to stay away from the kid for to long ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"I would enjoy that,\" *She confirmed, she was about to turn away to leave, but seemed to get another idea before she did, placing a talon on his shoulder before nudging her snout against his cheek,* \"I will be waiting for you,\" *She said softly, before turning to return to her own duties, light as they were that day, trying incredibly hard to not laugh excitedly, her heart pounding in her ears.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he paused, caught off guard as the blush on his face turned a deeper shade of red, giggling alittle as he smiled before going back to his shift, excited for later on the evening~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*For the first time since she was young, Snowstorm was nervous. Her, one of the Generals of the Icewing Kingdom, was nervous over a date, she even caught herself actually diving into the makeup her brother had bought her as a joke on her hatchday. Thankfully she was able to stop herself at just polishing her scales, she'd never forgive herself if she dolled up like a snooty noble...*\n\n*As the day wore on, and she ran out of paperwork to busy herself with, she started to pace around the room, swearing at herself to calm down, and to not make a fool of herself, she even told the servants to not bother her unless is was critically important. Luckily, nothing was coming up, but it didn't alleviate it entirely.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he was on his way to meet her, having accepted kitti's offer of helping him get ready so he had some of the jewelry he and kitti had made from some pretty crystals and some bones, having made snow some as well if she would take the gift ~^}\n\n{^~ he wasn't the type to normally feel like backing down from something but for once he felt like he might, scared he would mess this up some how as he went to were she told him to meet her ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Near the entrance courtyard was a door to a sitting room, used to be used by visitors to warm up after the long journey, but nowadays other rooms were better served for said usage, so Snowstorm had commandeered it for her own uses, mostly being an office, and a room to prepare closer to the entrance than her room at the far end of the castle.*\n\n*Gyr's knock at the door made the general practically jump out of her scales, much to her exasperation, and with a deep few breaths, she nodded into the mirror she had painstakingly moved to the room, and turned to open the door. Something about seeing him again made her chest tingle, and the jewelry he had made her feel a little inadequate, but she didn't exactly own anything of the sort, so there was nothing she could do about it. Though, the fact that her scales sparkled in the torchlight thanks to her polishing probably made up for it.*\n\n\"Good to see you, Gyrfalcon,\" *She said simply.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` he offered her a small smile trying to hide the embarrassment that was slowly growing as the dragon noticed how pretty the dragoness was, any words he was gonna say dying in his throat and coming out as more of a stifled whine as his face got alittle red, ~^}\n\n{^~ shaking his head as he tried to regain himself ~^} \" Good to see you to, snowstorm-\" {^~ he said looking down at the bag he had before remembering and taking out some of the jewelry kitti and him had made for snow, ~^} \" Kitti wanted to give you a gift- '"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| void** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "voidly_",
"message": "Hh- \"Kitti and I wanted to give you a gift\" *"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*His failed attempt at speech was, more charming than she imagined it would be, chuckling at how cute she found it, and his blushing. When he had finally shaken off his surprise, and held out the jewelry, the general took it with a small gasp. Of course, it didn't hold a candle to what some nobles pranced about in day in and day out, but just the fact of who made it and gave it to her made it three times as precious to her.*\n\n\"I've, never worn jewelry before,\" *She said softly as she stared down at it, before looking back up,* \"Do you think you could help me put it on?\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he looked at her almost surprised that she'd never worn jewelry, giggling softly before he nodded alittle ~^} \" Yeah, I can help,' {^~ he said carefully taking the jewelry and putting it on her, seeming to pay more attention to her then the jewelry as he looked her over while he put the jewelry on her, like she was some sort of art piece that he hadn't taken notice to before or had already fallen victim to some kind of trance she had put over his mind ~^}\n\n{^~ once the jewelry was on he backed up having to remind himself that it was un kind to stare, even if snow was worthy of the attention ~^} \" Sorry- didn't mean to stare-\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She didn't seem to dislike the attention at least, and the contact didn't help her attempts to stay stoic, even if it was just to help her with the gifted jewelry, it felt rather nice to be as close as they were outside of a fighting context. She couldn't help but blush blue as she felt his claws pass over her scales, an alien, and comforting, feeling.*\n\n*She shook her head as he apologized,* \"Do not be, I find it nice to be stared at in something other than fear for once.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he smiled, thinking for a moment before he nuzzled her slightly as he moved to be beside her more ~^} \" Do you have any preferences for where we go tonight?\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm let out an unconscious small purr at the nuzzle as she considered,* \"The soldier mess is still an option, if a little bland. But, since you live in the village, you likely know of some good things there, more than I do, in any case, but almost anywhere would be better than what they serve here in the palace,\" *She said with a chuckle.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" There is this nice place down near the sapphire lake, they always have the best tasting fish and vole there \" {^` he said remembering the times he used to take kitti there for her birthday ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm nodded,* \"It sounds as if you have experience with them, which means I can easily trust your opinion on it. Shall we?\" *She asks, motion to the front gate, it wouldn't be far to fly, plus, it would get them close to Gyr's home, so meeting Kitti wouldn't be too far out of the way.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` he smiled before taking lead, hoping that snow would enjoy tonight as he didn't want to make this a waste of their time, knowing how some dragons can be when they are not happy with how something went ~^}"
},
{
"author": "voidly_",
"message": "Forgot to ping- oops-"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Depending on how he looked at it, Snow's lack of experience even with these more simple aspects of civilian life was either a blessing, or a curse. That, and she seemed like even a disaster of a date would be worth it.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he landed outside of the little diner, his tail flicking alittle as he waited for snow, the diner nice compared to some of the other places around the ice kingdom ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm landed pretty soon after Gyrfalcon did, she was used to leading flights of course, so she did have to consciously work at not overtaking her date. Once they landed, she looked over the establishment and nodded appreciatively, there was always something about restaurants that intrigued her, wondering why they always held so much business attention, despite logically they would have generally the same food they could catch on their own.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he opened the door for her, offering a smile as he watched her, obviously more interested in her then the restaurant, he normally didn't let himself get this comfortable with another dragon but he couldn't help it, he found that snow was all he could truly think about at the moment and in all fairness, he didn't mind that at all ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*While she noticed how he looked at her, she didn't quite know what it meant, but, she was equal parts flattered and nervous about it, hoping she could live up to his expectations, with a quick thank as she stepped through, she waited for him as she scouted out the dining room, before looking back to him, smiling a little awkwardly as she met his gaze, while she tried to keep her tail from wagging and failing at it.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he smiled following her before he went and set up their table and paying what they were supposed to pay (I imagine dragons pay in gold?- or silver?-) before leading snow to their table ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm tried to keep her professional face up while in public to maintain her image, but, each time she looked to Gyr, her demeanor broke into a soft smile. And even when they got to their table, her tail moved to lightly coil around his own, while trying to keep her spikes in mind.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he looked at their tails starting to blush alittle as he hasn't expected that, doing his best to keep his tail still as the tip of it wagged just slightly ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She could feel his tail tip wag and saw his blush, prompting one of her own despite her efforts not to. And she was rather content to stay just like that, tails coiled and just looking at one another, and maybe even holding talons if he offered, until a waiter came by to take their order.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{°` he blushed a bit before carefully inching his talon closer to snows, acting like he wasn't before holding her talon gently, his blush getting a deeper red color ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*By the time she realized it, the only thing she could focus on was him, the touch of his talon and tail, the sight of him across the table from her. Part of her chided herself for falling so hard for him so fast, but, apparently she was far from the only one to have done so. At that point, she had tuned out just about everything else.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` he seemed content like this, once the waiter came over he had to force himself to speak up, telling them his order before looking at snow and lightly tapping the top of her talon with his ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*It wasn't until Gyr spoke to the waiter that Snow realized they were even there, she jumped slightly as she looked over and saw them so close. She quickly made her own order, rather simple, but it was all she could think of on the spot.*\n\n*Once the waiter stepped away to put their orders in, she turned back to him,* \"We probably look ridiculous, but, I find that I do not care,\" *She whispered to him with a smile.*"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Nightspark43** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he smiled at her, giggling alittle ~^} \" I have accepted the fact that someone will always think someone else looks ridiculous or weird, and I don't think their opinions truly matter\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*His response brought a chuckle from her as well,* \"Then I suppose we will be ridiculous together, no matter what they think of us.\""
}
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{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "Perched on the rugged precipice, Odyssey's iridescent scales shimmered like amethyst in the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. His slender, sinuous body coiled tightly, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The anticipation of the impending feast sent tremors of excitement coursing through his lithe frame.\n\nAs he watched the sprawling ravine below, the forest was alive with the sounds of nature. Birds chirped, and leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, but Odyssey remained still, focused solely on the approaching herd of elk. His eyes, with slitted pupils like a cat's, were unblinking, trained on the precise spot where the unsuspecting prey would soon emerge.\n\nHis wings were folded neatly against his body, their membranous surfaces vibrant with hues that seemed to shift and change with the angle of the sunlight."
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "The icewing clung to the side of the ravine, etched talons allowing her purchase on the rough stone surface. Today was one of the days where she needed respite from the rainforest's oppressive heat and humidity; being natured as she was to cold environments meant getting sick and feeling miserable when she was in heat too long. Her dragonet wasnt with her, either, something that made her mind spin and an uneasy feeling linger in the back of her head. She hadn't spent a day without him since he hatched- but wandering off with a relatively fresh baby wasnt safe or sane, and she was reassured that it would be good for her to get some time away. Perhaps it was, but the worry ate at her still, even as she enjoyed the breeze flowing over her and the cold moisture that embraced her scales like a nice chilly blanket. The spines that lined her neck made a rattling click sound as the wind jostled them which softly reverberated throughout the mostly empty ravine, and the young dragon would have taken the time to savor it if not for the *Other* Young dragon she spotted a ways away. \n\nA peculiar specimen, this one was. He looked to be skywing, but his scales had an iridescence to them she had only seen in silkwings and the occasional other icewing or rainwing. Curious, she stopped skittering across the wall, head cocked staring at the stranger. *What's causing that,* She wondered. *Maybe it's just the light hitting him right. Or maybe I havent met enough skywings. Are a lot of them like this? Bearded Vulture sure isn't. Then again. I guess he isn't gold standard skywing-* \nHer mind wandered like this for a while, train of thought ever detailing, until she had been steady burning a hole into this stranger's side with her eyes for multiple minutes without even meaning to."
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "As Odyssey's piercing blue eyes locked onto the hidden figure below, his insatiable curiosity kicked into overdrive. His movements were deliberate, each step carefully calculated as he descended the rugged ravine wall. His wings remained tightly folded against his slender form, allowing him to approach with an eerie silence.\n\nThe rhythmic clicking of spines had drawn his attention, only fueling his intrigue. His head swiveled like an owl's, scanning the area with an almost predatory intensity. It was as though he was deciphering an enigma, drawn irresistibly toward this mysterious presence.\n\nWith every careful step, the rustling of leaves and the occasional dislodged pebble were the only sounds that betrayed his approach. His eyes never wavered from the hidden figure, his gaze unwavering. There was an air of uncertainty, his intentions veiled, as he steadily closed the distance."
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "This was very, very distressing to her. Moons, her first day out by herself in a month and she was going to get *Murde-* \nShe breathed.\nHeavy, ragged, uncertain breaths, but breath nonetheless. He hadn't spotted her yet, so maybe if she just stayed *Very, very still...* \n\nHer cropped tail coiled around one of her hind legs, and her wings folded close to her body as the icewing retreated back, trying to nestle herself between an outcrop of rock and make herself as inconspicuous as a blindingly white blob could be against the dark greys of a ravine. This odd skywing getting to her was not in the gameplan for today, and she prayed that he would either give up persuing her or *Not* Want to skin her when she was inevitably discovered. Frigid digits let their grip of the wall go to grasp the silver pendant around her neck, seeking comfort in this moment of fear and worry."
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "\"HELLO? Hello!? Hey! I won't hurt'cha, come on out!\" The dragonet's loud voice reverberated through the ravine, a mix of longing and uncertainty tainting his tone. Forgotten were the elk, his focus now on the possibility of encountering another being. It had been so long since he had spoken to another dragon, and he felt an overpowering urge to connect. The SkyWings hadn't exactly welcomed him with open wings, always labeling him as too crazy, too unpredictable.\n\nAs Odyssey descended into the narrow ravine, he took a few paces, his piercing blue stare sweeping the surroundings. His iridescent scales glimmered with muted hues in the dappled sunlight, but his demeanor remained uncertain, his emotions a complex blend of anticipation and hesitation."
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "Yelling and hollering for her to come out wasn't exactly comforting to her right now, but the pale dragonet slinked out of hiding enough to extend her slender neck out to project her voice. \n\"I'm very sorry I was staring, I didn't mean to be rude.\" Her voice was in it's normal state of soft whispiness, fluttering across the air like hesitant butterflies... A harsh contrast to the boisterousness of the skywing looking for her. \n\"...*Please don't try to maul me. I have a kid I need to go home to,*\" Was tacked onto the end, though you'd need *Impeccable* Hearing to be able to catch it. It was strained, like a broken squeaky toy letting out a weak warble."
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "Odyssey's eyes were as unrelenting as ever, firmly fixated on the dragon whose head peeked out. As a wide, toothy grin crossed his maw, one particular detail stood out prominently—a gleaming golden tooth jutted from his lower lip. It sparkled brilliantly in the Sun, as though sculpted from the same material or possessing the same color as his magnificent horns and spikes—a mesmerizing, buttery gold. Such an uncommon sight for a SkyWing added to the aura of intrigue that surrounded him.\n\n\"AHA! Hello! So good to meet you... A kid? A KID?! Oh wow!\" Odyssey's excitement was palpable, his eyes glinting with genuine enthusiasm, though an air of unpredictability lingered around him.\n\nBut the dragonet's curiosity wasn't the only thing commanding attention. \"Oh, I get that a lot,\" He responded with a sly grin, his sharp fangs clacking together. \"Some dragons deserve a mauling, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "\"I can *Assure you* I don't.\" She slinked out of hiding fully, letting out a sigh as she resigned herself to whatever awaited her past the safety of the rocky nook. \n\"Floe. Uhm. My name is Floe. Like the big sheets of ice out in the ocean. Not.. The water kind..\" \nThat felt important for her to add. A lot of people seemed to mix up the two.\n\"Can.. You tell me yours? Pretty please?\""
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "Stepping from talon to talon, Odyssey's excitement surged as he greeted the dragon before him. \"Floe? That's a very cool name,\" He remarked, his voice tinged with genuine fascination. \"I'm Odyssey... ODYSSEY THE GREAT!\"\n\nWith an exuberant burst of energy, he reared up on his hind legs, unfurling his vibrant blue wing membranes to create a mesmerizing display of color against the backdrop of the ravine. \"I am the coolest... The best... The best *OF* The best!\" He roared proudly, his voice echoing through the ravine."
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "\"The great, huh?\" \nEars pressed shut as the offensively loud speech entered them. How is someone this loud? She was used to noise at home, with all the kids and her brothers and sisters plus the general hubbub of the rainforest- but this was one dragon, no more than a few feet away from her, projecting his voice loud enough to fill an auditorium. Goodness.\n\"I'm pretty good at... Basketweaving, I guess. And cleaning up spilled applesauce.\" \nShe swallowed dryly.\n\"Whatta... What brings you here..?\""
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "\"OH! You know... Elk. I'm starving!\" Odyssey's enthusiasm was contagious, and his hunger was palpable as he spoke. He glanced over at Floe, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. \"Not allowed in the SkyWing Kingdom... A shame,\" He added with a wistful tone, as if the thought of being denied such a feast saddened him.\n\nHis gaze shifted again, this time to the surroundings, and he couldn't help but continue the conversation. \"Applesauce? Basketweaving? I like fire, love it!\" Odyssey's tail thrashed with excitement, the energy he radiated oblivious to any discomfort or unease Floe might have felt. His mind was like a whirlwind of curiosity and unpredictability."
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "\"That's.. Convenient, I guess. Considering you can breathe fire. I've gone to bonfires before. Those are pretty fun.\"\nShe took a few steps away, anxiously trying to avoid the eccentric dragonet's flailing tail.\n\"Why aren't you allowed back there? Didn't you... Come from there? I mean, I dont want to assume... Just that a skywing coming from the Skywing Kingdom seems... Logical.\" \n*Murdered someone. Yep. Definitely,* Her mind buzzed. *He set them on fire or bludgeoned them to death with the force of a thousand mudwings centered in his tail. Must have.* \nShe pinched herself mentally for that- sure, maybe it was partly in jest, but it was mean to think about someone you hardly know like that."
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "Odyssey's response came in a burst of animated energy, his words tumbling out with the kind of eccentric fervor that was uniquely his own. \"Convenient, you say? Well, yes! I mean, I can light up the night like nobody's business! Bonfires are fun, but imagine an entire forest... Or a mountain... Or a whole kingdom ablaze with fiery wonder! That's the kind of thing I dream about!\"\n\nAs Floe took a few steps away, trying to maintain some distance from the unpredictable dragonet's flailing tail, Odyssey's attention remained unfazed. He swayed on his talons, an odd, almost dance-like movement that seemed to accompany his ever-shifting thoughts.\n\nOdyssey's demeanor shifted for a moment, a shadow of sadness crossing his eyes. He spoke in a hushed tone, his eccentricity momentarily subdued. \"I did come from there, once upon a time. But my mother... She... Well, she met an unfortunate end. It's a long story, really, but let's just say my presence there isn't particularly welcome anymore.\""
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "\"*No!* That does not sound swell!\" She squeaked, thumbing over her necklace nervously- an anxious quirk of hers, as it seemed. \n\"...Thousands of dragons would be out of homes and food. Me and my family wouldn't have anywhere to live anymore, because we live in the rainforest, and all the trees would be burned down. And- and the lack of food, and *Everything*- oh, dear. Please promise me you wont do any continent burning.\"\n\n\"Oh. I'm sorry about your mom. I don't have a mom, either,\" Now came her attempt at connecting with him and trying to cheer him up. \n\"I can't go back to the Ice Kingdom. That's why I'm up here... It's, er, way colder up here than in the rainforest...\""
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "His eyes widened completely, shocked by her sudden outburst. \"Oh! I don't *Plan* To or anything, maybe if they're mean to me again. I wouldn't target your rainforest, though!\" His tail swished, before he nods. \"Just SkyWings.. I hate them..\" Strange. Considering he was one. \n\n\"My mom tried her best, love her. She said I was a good kid.\" He yawned, exposing his glinting golden tooth. \"I think I'm a good guy.. Sometimes. Theres been no blood on these talons in a very long time!\" Odyssey sighed. \"How'd you lose your mom? Was she cool?\""
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "\"*...Was that an Icewing pun?*\" Her eyes squinted a bit, and she let out an enthused puff of frost. Even if it wasn't, she thought it was silly anyways. \n\"She's.. Still alive, I think. But I ran away, a couple years ago. I wouldn't be a welcome sight. She.. Wasn't much of anything. She was kind of sad all the time, I guess.\" \nIf she was going to talk like this, she figured she might as well get comfortable- so she hunkered down, sitting on the cold stone below. \n\"I have a dad, though. He's a good guy. And I have a ton of sisters and brothers. *To be honest, I dont know if I could name them off the top of my head...*\""
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "Odyssey grinned, before sitting down in front of her, tail curling. \"Ahh! Yeah.. My dad wasn't awesome. He left after I was born. Lots of siblings, woah!\" He grinned, before looking aside for a moment. \"Sounds like your mom is a real stinker.. Elk dung! Bird poop!\" Odyssey laughed at his own jokes. \n\nOdyssey paused, before continuing. \"Pretty sure my father didn't like me cause.. I don't know.. Maybe I was just really loud.\" He shrugged, sighing deeply, though brightened again. \"I don't let him get me down!\""
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "\"Yeah, when I say lots, I mean *Loooooots.* Theres like thirty-something of them I think. I'm only really super close with a couple of them.\"\nShe listened as she talked, guard slowly letting down. At this point, confidence that she wasnt going to be randomly murdered was pretty low. \n\"Yeah, that's good. You just focus on you. Cant let anything from your past haunt you... It's already happened, after all.\" \nShe paused, glancing around before landing on another conversation topic.\n\"Uh.. One of my brothers is a Skywing, like you... His name is Bearded Vulture. You're around the same age as him... Least it looks like. And one of my sisters is *Part* Skywing, but she's also nightwing... And icewing... *And* Rainwing... I didnt even know that was possible before I met her.\""
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "He stared, eyes widening slowly at the sheer amount. \"Oh wow! That sounds crazy! I don't have siblings. I'm an only child.\" Odyssey nods, before tilting his head. \"Oh? Are they all hybrids? I've never met a hybrid.. They seem pretty cool.\" He nods in thought, before smiling.\n\n\"My mom wanted to have another egg, but I guess plans got switched around because of my dad.. No biggie.\" Odyssey spreads and readjusts his wings. \"Bearded Vulture.. I'd have to meet him, SkyWings are scary.\""
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "\"Some of them are. A lot of them are purely one tribe, though. We're all... Tck tck,\" She clicked her tongue. \"What's the word? *Adopted*, that's right. Like I said, my dad's a good guy. He likes helping people. He's a hybrid, too, so all of the hybrids I've met are.. Pretty nice. Cool, like you said. ...My son is half sandwing, too, so itd be pretty awkward if I didnt like them.\" \nShe tilted her head, curious at his apparent disdain for his own people. \"Bearded isn't scary. He's tall, but he's thin and not really strong. He spends all day in trees reading scrolls, because he's a dork. *I* Don't think *He* Likes skywings either. E's gotta big twist in his tail from trying to wrap it around branches like rainwings do.\""
},
{
"author": "demonixupbringing",
"message": "Will reply after im done eating!"
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "\"Woah! Your dad sounds awesome, I'm jealous.. Ooh! Your son also sounds very cool. Must be nice having a friend around.\" He twirled his talon, before shrugging his shoulders slightly. \"Yeah.. No beef for them, they're awesome. Imagine having the powers of both tribes, it'd be awesome!\" He smacked his tail a few times, before huffing flames through his snout. \n\n\"Maybe your brother is alright.. I'd teach 'em how to fight! Beat some bad guys up! Thats my specialty.\" He winks."
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "As soon as the words processed in her brain she tried and failed to suppress a giggle, dipping her head down a bit to hide the full extent of her dopey smile. \n\"He'd crumple like a leaf. Beard isn't into any type of violence, he's too squeamish. Plus, he'd start talking about the different species of mangos that grow in the rainforest or something. Real snooze fest, but I listen anyway.\"\nShe hummed, thinking about the way he referred to Sunshine as her friend. Odd wording to use for a kid, especially to her, considering the little hybrid didnt have much in terms of personality yet- being a baby and all. \n\"Yeah, I guess. It's kind of stressful sometimes but I have a lot of help. Uh... If you dont mind me asking, where do you stay? Do you just.. Wander round?\""
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "He laughed with her, a big shit-eating grin on his face.. A dopey man. \"Hah! I'm glad I made you laugh. I'm not super scary, see?\" Odyssey laughed a bit more, before nodding at the comment about her brother. \"Mangoes.. Never had one, sounds yummy.. But I like elk.\" \n\nOdyssey smiled at her, watching her go silent, before picking up the conversation again. \"Oh, I stay in a small cave.. I haven't left the mountains.. Not because I'm scared.. I just don't know where I'd go. SkyWings don't want me back.\""
},
{
"author": "stovetopsss",
"message": "Fl:\"Elk is okay. I haven't had it much. When I was younger it was mostly seal and fish, and now it's fruit, roots, and... Well, still fish I guess. Dad's good about getting a variety of meats and stuff for us to eat.. No idea how he does it. He has very mysterious methods.\"\n\nShe blinked. She couldn't really help, and she didnt have any advice for him. \"Well, that's better than nowhere. You could probably make it cozy some way.\""
},
{
"author": "odyssey | he/it",
"message": "He nods, before flexing his muscles. \"Much better than nowhere, I'm strong. I'll get it together, eventually.\" Odyssey snickered, before sighing. \"Nice talking to someone! Been so long..\""
}
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{
"author": "apatura",
"message": "{^~ she was humming something as she looked around, new to the area she was curious what was to be found, her yellow and orange wings tucked neatly so they weren't in anyone's way, her antenna randomly twitching, she seemed very out of place compared to the other dragons that were normally around here with her bright colors and not as dusty scales, holding herself with a sort of confidence that most didn't ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical were just walking around the place,they felt extremely bored and thought so fresh air would help with that,she yawned but then stopped mid way when they spotted a dragon they didn't usually see around here,they looked like a Silkwing,her bright yellow scale just slightly shifted to a bit darker yellow due to her being half Rainwing,maybe the dragon was lost? And so,Tropical slowly went up to the Silkwing."
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": ": {^~ she took a scroll out of her bag, writing something down as if she was taking notes of the area, her tail curling around her front talons alittle when she was done writing ~^} \" Sand wing territories are always so intriguing-..\" {^ she mumbled watching the other dragons around, ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical looked at the Silkwing interested on what they were writing,though then they realized that maybe they were a bit too nosy so they took a step back,all she wants is to help the Silkwing if they need it,that's all!"
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": ": {^~ she looked at tropical, tilting her head a bit before nodding over to invite them to join them if they wanted, her antenna randomly moving to try and stay focused on the other dragons ~^} \" Hello, how are you?\""
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical make a tiny 'eep' noise,being a bit surprised,they didn't want to make things a bit awkward for them so she put up a small smile and said \"Well,I'm doing alright,how are you doing,are you lost?\""
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": ": \" I'm doing good, and no, not really, I am just exploring the sand wing kingdom is all, alot different from the silk wing settlement, do you live around here?\""
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical cleared their throat and then answered with \"Yeah,I live around here,I was just curious on why you were here\" In her mind,they were embarrassed that the Silkwing didn't need help,of course they didn't need so why did she asked? Still,Tropical kept a shy smile."
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": "\" I do research on how different dragons live, just a fun little hobby, tho I am alittle hungry, do you know any places that have food around here?\""
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical was interested in the Silkwing research about Sandwing though they decided not bother them about it \"Oh,that's really neat,well,there are some places to eat at here,I'm pretty sure there is one to the left\" They point their talon at their left side of the alley"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Chowmoon** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": ": \" Would you care to join me? I have some extra scales (coins) to buy you something to eat, could use some company, so far most the dragons around here have given me a cold shoulder or the silent treatment-\""
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical was taken aback by this,they weren't expecting the Silkwing to invite them to get something to eat,but they couldn't just say no since the other dragons here mostly ignored them,so Tropical nodded at them \"Sure! I was hungry,though I do have couple of scales myself so I could pay for my own food!\""
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": "\" Nonsense, it is rude not to pay for your friend or potential friends food where I come from, \" {^` she said smiling as she headed the direction of the market/restraunt ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical quickly followed behind the Silkwing,they wanted to say that they can pay for their food just fine but didn't want them to argue about it so she just stayed silent,feeling her stomach rumble from hunger."
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": ": {^~ she ordered for herself before looking at tropical, nodding to let them know it was their turn ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical nodded and ordered as well,she was still unsure about the whole paying thing so her order was small."
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": ": {^~ she looked at her, waiting for her food before going over to one of the tables and sitting down ~^} \" I didn't get your name by the way, I'm apatura,\""
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "Tropical gave a small smile and said \"Well,my name is Tropical,nice to meet you Apatura\" How could Tropical not give their name already,now Tropical feels dumb but kept that to herself"
},
{
"author": "apatura",
"message": "; \" It is nice to meet you to tropical, what work do you do around the sandwing kingdom?\" {^` she asked tilting her head as she looked the hybrid over, she'd met plenty of hybrids but they never seemed to stop making her curious ~^}"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| v0idly_z4yed** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "Tropical",
"message": "\"Oh! Well,um,I'm apart of this Sandwing group,you might have heard of them\" She said vaguely,tapping her claws together."
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Chowmoon** Leveled up!"
}
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{
"author": "Brighteyes",
"message": "She was walking. She rarely ever ran, cuz she didn't see a reason to. To be fair to her, she didn't see much of anything. It wasn't quite black, but not quite white. She couldn't explain what she saw, but she knew that she saw things sometimes. It was never quite what was in front of her, but it could be more helpful than that. She heard in the minds of creatures like her that what she had was useful, but not always good. It had never occurred to her to ask them why.\n The desert beneath her claws baked her scales in the only way she'd ever known. Sometimes the ground was solid and made her claws hurt, other times it was slidy like the sand that sometimes consumed the thoughts of others. She wasn't sure which she liked better, as neither ever seemed quite like it was meant for her.\n There were no other thoughts out here. None like hers, anyways. The things outside of the Scorpion Den didn't have minds like dragons. They were all emotion and no words. \n To anyone outside of the little world in this dragonets head, it would appear that there was a small— incredibly small— black dragon stumbling it's way through the hot, golden sands in the evening. It seemed either dazed or confused, often tripping over its own claws or throwing it's over-large wings out for balance. It seemed to be looking for something to little avail. This was all very obvious to anyone flying over due to how strictly odd a sight it was."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond tonight... If I'm not too tired to do so. Definitely tomorrow though"
},
{
"author": "Twistedfate",
"message": "Twisted'Fate was gliding through the air silently, having just finished his shopping in the Sand'Wing Kingdom, his white scales glittering in the sunlight as his black scales roasted him. He kept flying by though, he was used to the heat after having visited here many times before, and would still be. As he flew by, he noticed a small black speck on the large expanses of yellow sands. He slowly glided lower to the ground, his ears flicking as he made them out as a small dragonet, wandering. His thoughts immediately reeled as worry crossed his mind. Where were their parents? How long have they been out here? Have they ate or drank recently? \n\nWithout much hesitation, he landed near the dragonet, giving them space so he wouldn't spook them into running away. He didn't like scaring dragonets, even though he was a little bit big and oddly colored for a Night'Wing. He then set his supplies down, making sure it didn't sink in the sand. \n\n\"Hey there- I don't know if you can understand me, you look so young, but I want to help you. At least just getting food and water- this place is very unforgiving on the young.\" He whispered faintly, as his thoughts were a jumbled mess of terror, worry, and stress. His priority was to make sure this dragonet was safe, however, that was clear enough."
},
{
"author": "Brighteyes",
"message": "That was new. The dragonet didn't look up as a new star of consciousness winked into her range. Her ears twitched a little bit as she noted their apparent anxiety, but she couldn't imagine what it was from. Something about food and water. The dragonet wasn't particularly hungry or thirsty. She wouldn't have minded a lizard right about now, though. Her mind wandered to the little thoughts under a nearby rock.\n\n Her rather large ears perked up at the sound of someone landing on the sand not too far from her. The worrier. It had never occurred to her what other dragons looked like, but she knew that this one knew that it looked odd. She didn't much mind.\n\n The dragonet turned its head towards Twistedfate. It had a dazed look on its face, and it's perfectly white eyes seemed to be staring far, far past the speckled NightWing. Strikingly obvious were the teardrop scales beside either of her unfocused eyes. It didn't seem to be properly comprehending what the dragon was saying, as if it were distracted. She said nothing, but did take a few steps towards Twistedfate."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Graahhhh mah bad. May respond soon"
}
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{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Leaves rustled and crunched as a silhouette slithered between the trees towards a small rushing river. The sunlight fell onto yellowish crème and brown scales as they finally revealed themselves from the shadows as they stopped at the flowing water.\n\n\"Far enough-...\"\nHe mumbled to himself, taking a deep breath before laying down and taking a couple dozen sips- also taking the chance to refill his bottle.\nThe chirping somewhat calmed his still bouncing chest- those view troubles on his mission really caught him off guard... But now- the silence allowed him to listen to the ambience of calmness which he not always payed attention to.\nStill... He felt weird as further as those calming sounds got him carried away- even with his hood on shielding him from noises from behind- he could nearly feel something's odd-..."
},
{
"author": "Eucalyptus",
"message": "Flying low and against the wind was always a challenge—even more so in the desert. The bounty hunter's wings were getting tired as she had searched the area from here to the closest oasis with minimal sign of her target.\nNot a single scale nor trail was found from dawn to midday and to say Eucalyptus was frustrated would be an understatement. It's an embarrassment to her tracking ability that's for sure! Usually she could uncover the faintest talonprint trail or talk to the locals and convince them to give her some leads.\nToday? She was off her game.\n\nEucalyptus huffed angrily as she glided across the dunes, letting her claw tips brush the sand, kicking up particles as she soon spotted the rivers in the distance. Her keen eye caught a hooded stranger by the waters and her stomach twisted in a mix of emotion. Was this them? Was her target here this entire time?\nHer heart rate quickened and she alighted on a raised dune just before the water met the sand, trying to conceal her wingbeats and ducking behind the top of the ridge.\nShe poked her snout over the dune, narrowing her eyes as she couldn't see the Sandwings face. She didn't want to just attack a stranger but...\n\nCreeping slowly over the dune's crest, the Sandwing bounty hunter was focused on the dragon in front of her, pupils narrowed to slits as she slowly prowled her way forward."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "His ears twitched beneath his hood, before he would casually lean over the river and start rubbing off the mess of his talons. Eucalyptus's target didnt throw any concerns, but she could be sure that stranger must be him due to that long and curvy blade attached with leather clips around his tail tip... A very unusual weapon, especially for Sandwings, which are known to use their tail tip. Just then the stranger raised his voice, calling out whoever night be behind him. He hasn't looked around once and already caught her presence?\n\n\"You can stop crawling up to me like a lizard now- you might accidentally sniff in sand so close to the ground~\"\nWhat a calm, casual but teasing tone he spoke. Usually dragons would creep out when realising they are being watched- or worse hunted. That Sandwing tho hasn't turned his head towards her yet, but instead dried his talons on his brownish robes. Except for them and some tropical birds around this oasis- and the absence of any other noises -they were alone. Here and there the rustling leaves of the palm trees could be heard with the slight breeze against their ears.\n\n\"So either some special reinforcement, or another bounty hunter- if you belong to those idiots from earlier, my respect, you're not quite as clumsy as they were\"\nHe then started humming, cleaning something metallic in the river... A weapon possibly? He even felt confident enough to let the breeze blow down his hood. It was him. A long braid hanging down his left side, several scars visible on his neck, arms and tail... And that messy hair. The first noticeable thing were his wings though, something reddish-brown covered his membranes. Scales of a red-egg-mudwing... Those rumours were true after all, smart tho a very inhumane idea of fire resistant shields.\n\n\"So- you're not gonna stand all day there, right?\"\nFinally he bothered to look over his shoulder, even if it was just for a short moment. Acid green eyes locked into eye contact with Eucalyptus..."
},
{
"author": "Eucalyptus",
"message": "Eucalyptus crept closer and closer, her mind nothing but battle strategies in a soft drone of instinct and practice. Her barbed tail twitched in anticipation as she leaned her weight forward, sliding down the last bit of an incline and...\n\nThe bounty hunter nearly jumped six feet in the air as her target began to speak clearly to her of all things. She was taken aback, frozen with a forefoot lifted off the ground, staring dumbly at the hooded Silencer.\nHer shock coursed through her body, making her wingtips quiver in a cold realization that this wasn't any ordinary inexperienced wanted dragon—far from it. Silencer must've been evading bounty hunters for years before Eucalyptus picked up his trail. The notion made her head spin and she shook herself as the dragon before her almost rambled on.\n\n\"I ain't with no one else. You may seem observant but you'd be a fool to mistake me 'fer working with just anyone.\" The blue eyed Sandwing stated plainly, finally coming down from her brief flight of emotions and beginning to fix her posture to stand upright. She took a confident step forward and paused as Silencer glanced back at her which caused her to scowl. She was being mocked.\n\"Y'know, there's better ways t' go about helping dragons down on their luck without stirrin' up the locals.\" Her tone was short, blunt almost as she twitched an ear, glancing over the weapons he carried—particularly the one he was cleaning in the water.\n\n\"I don't want to turn you in, I really don't, honest—but... My commissioner said you've made things personal now.\"\nThe bounty hunter sounded... Remorseful almost? A deep frown was present on her face as she took another step forward all while coiling her tail tighter. She wasn't here to kill but she had to make the first move.\nWith a grunt of effort, Eucalyptus began to charge forward, beating her wings to propel herself as she rushed to try and throw herself into a grapple with the other dragon."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "The wanted Sandwing held back a grin noticing the slight overwhelmed body language. It wasn't his first time noticing such, even tho this time it was much more less frightened- *Either her commissioner let out some details... Or she knows what she's capable of* Silencer thought while drying his weapon against his robes as well- the sound of rattling chains were nearly as silent as the water behind him when he hit his weapon beneath the brownish fabric again.\n\n\"Oh wow- you must be very victory-promising for your boss then. Hm~ I had that experience very rare\" He stared off into distance of the dunes... Not really aiming his gaze on anything but memories. His eyes quickly rolled back to her talons as he noticed them moving bit by bit towards him, then slowly his gaze raised to her eyes again.\n\"You know... Things always get personal if you're taking the mightiness away from the mighty. News and rumours spread like a wildfire. I'd also count you in with the civilians in that case...\n...I mean how could you kn-?\"\n\nHe caught her breath realising how speedy his hunter got in a split of a second. Silencer didn't even have the time to sigh as he turned, talons digging into the ground before charging forwards as well. With the only difference of him being extremely near the ground. Nearly sliding over the sand, he changed his position in an instant, pressing his wings against his sides and sliding just in time beneath her talons stretched out for him. While Eucalyptus clawed into nothing but air, Silencer grabbed her wrist with one talon, using her speed and his rotational motion to pull her down. She'd land straight forward into the sand, eventually getting her face covered beneath a small pile while her target literally slid through her talons. Silencer rolled himself back on his talons, shaking the sand off his wings and shoulders pretty casually before tilting his head after her.\n\n\"My apologies about the sand~ but maybe you shouldn't waste your time and take on a different target?\" A tease could be heard in his tone, most likely finding this amusing so far- if only he wouldn't make a mistake with this..."
},
{
"author": "Eucalyptus",
"message": "Eucalyptus didn't respond to Silencer, instead narrowing her eyes and pupils as she lunges at the other Sandwing, wings pressed to her sides and determination flashed in her gaze.\nHer ears pricked and her eyes widened as she felt the other dragon grab her wrist as he darted beneath her belly. She barely had time to register what was happening before she was face down in the sand, skidding to a halt after a few moments.\n\nThe bounty hunter lifted her head and snorted out sand from her nostrils. Great. This one would be slippery like a minnow wriggling through her claws. She got to her feet, shaking sand from her scales and turning around to glare at Silencer.\n\"Yer making this more difficult than it needs 'ta be y'know that?\" She growled, her scales puffing out a bit to make her look like a very threatening pinecone. \"Just cooperate with me and things should go just fine for you.\" Eucalyptus hissed, her black tongue flickering in and out to draw in his scent. Perhaps if he flees into the desert she could track him by smell this time.\n\nWith a threatening hiss, she charged again at the Sandwing but this time instead of running directly at him, she feinted to the side and swiped a claw out to try and catch Silencer across the snout to back him away."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "\"Define *Just fine for you*, cause I think you missed the part that they don't want me necessarily alive, though I believe they wouldn't mind torturing me a bit more\"\nSilencer said calmly, his stance still being more loose than tensed as if this wouldn't be an actual fight to death yet. Even a smirk escaped his snout witnessing more or less for the first time the hilarious image of a Sandwing pinecone. \n\n\"Once again, we both would have more of this if our ways part-\"\nBarely finishing his sentence he paused again, his eyes following her movements without his head turning until the last second. Her claws at least managed to mess up his hair a bit when he dodged beneath them, swinging his own talon at her- but aiming for her elbow. Before the pain kicked in Eucalyptus could've guessed how demolishing it'll feel as the palm of his talon nearly caused an deafening smack by colliding with her joint.\n\nThe physical damage was low, though a burning feeling as if her muscles would twitch beneath her scales continued rushing back and forth through her entire arm... That was thanks to a particular nerve normally protected by her joint, but it got smashed against this nerve. \n\"Okay- let me explain in this way... My bounty isn't only that high because of my deeds, but because no one managed to defeat neither imprison me. \nDon't get me wrong, I see you have pretty neat skills- but seriously, they'd be more useful catching *Actual criminals*, darling\"\nA cunning move of him to sit down just after his attack, he was underestimating her and showed it with each of his motions and teasing tones in his voice, despite trying desperately to convince her to back off from her mission."
}
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{
"author": "Pyramid",
"message": "As the day passed by the trees's shadows would turn and spread over the dusty paths between the in late afternoon sunlight covered buildings. There was a slight warm breeze which caused the shadows to gently dance with the Palm trees.\n\nTwo Sandwing's unloaded their wooden cart from a dozen of wooden boxes, each with a sign of fragility marked. One gave the owner of the tavern a small board to sign, which she did with a short pause to check the bills. Obviously when she realised how heavy her orders actually are, those two deliverers were unfortunately already gone. Box for Box she carried up the view stairs to the entrance... But at her third she already had to make a pause, leaning against the couple dozen others- the tower of boxes didn't seem to have changed at all in size. A devastated sigh escaped her snout as her talons already prepared to grab another of these back-pain-makers."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "Sweltering heat blazed from the sun, the SkyWing, clearly adapted to the conditions, wishing no more than something icy as thirst touched his tongue. Despite the heat, work never waited for anyone and he was sure to persevere through the rest of the day despite a slight fatigue plauging his mind. The dust from the mines stuck to his orange scales and underneath his black claws as he walked in the foreign place, curious and somewhat vaunt of his work.\n\nHis eyes met her silhouette against large boxes, taking in the situation for a moment before approaching, worries about his tired nature forgotten.\n\n\"Hey-\" He said, posture confident, though a shyness showing as he curled his red tail, \"Do you need help with those boxes- more talons are better than two,\" He chuckled lightheartedly at his corny phrase, slightly unsure of what to continue with. Nevertheless, he kept his posture proud and strong and expression calm and friendly."
},
{
"author": "Pyramid",
"message": "The sudden -hey- caught her zoned out as she began to rest her head against one of the boxes. In an instant she jumped to her talons and shook a bit of dust from her braids. \n\"Well uhm-\" \nShe thought about the offer of help- she usually was proudly independent and not befriended with letting others help her with *Her* Tasks... But considering how much effort it took for only three of those dozen- she nodded.\n\"...If its not big of a bother, id gladly any help. They are quite heavy tho- heh\"\nWith one talon she moved one of her hanging braids back behind her ear, then pointed with her snout towards a view differently signed boxes having a snowflake as a symbol printed on its sides. Her face seemed free from any imperfections, except for a scar running across her snout, which more or less got pointed out even more when it left the shadows.\n\"-help me with those first, they shouldn't be exposed to warmth for too long\""
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "He smiled, showing his teeth as he did so, \"Of course!\" He replied, readjusting his shoulders as he glanced up toward the work-load, the intricate pattern- a snowflake- visible from his position, snout pointed upward. Before he peered up, he noticed the sharp scar on the SandWing's snout- something he hadn't noticed from his earlier gaze. Scars were something to boast and take pride in for many SkyWing's alike- exaggerated stories filling the echoes of mines before their supervisor told them to shut up- yet he felt no need to probe her on it. There was a job to be done and efficiency was his speciality.\n\nHe murmured a reply, with a nod, quickly getting to work as he spread his large wings and approached the sky's reigns- yet only touching sun-tip as he co-ordinated his way down, hovering above the box, quickly readjusting his posture so not to be straining on his spine- and grabbed it with a small heave. It met the ground with a soft thud and he eased his flight. He glanced toward the SandWing for a moment to see if he was correct in his instruction, or rather following.\n\n\"There ya go,\" He chirped, already moving it inside to relax in the shade before the SandWing could put a word in. He shifted it near the entrance then returned, eyes expectant at the work load. His muscles strained from the work- even if low- wearing on him with the mine. A good night's rest would do wonders, but there was still work to be done.\n\n\"Should we take the others in together?\" He suggested, tilting his head. He was somewhat sheepish he took the first one in on his own despite her word's being 'help' and not 'do' but he quickly flicked away the feeling. \"I'll grab the back,\" He inquired, already off grabbing another with a sturdy, patient smile."
},
{
"author": "Pyramid",
"message": "She sat down at her rear with her head tilted to the side in confusion as she observed how the Skywing lifted the first box yo the view stairs to the wooden veranda of the tavern. She giggled in amuse while crossing her forearms, shaking her head to his quite overreacted help. As the box gently collided with the veranda the wooden planks protested against the weight. Small wind chimes attached to the also wooden roof jingled within the slight breeze.\n\n\"Quite impressive, Skywing. I forgot your kind is known well for their strong wings\"\nPyramid clapped jokingly before grabbing ahold of the same box as the Skywing did. The Sandwing madam weirdly arranged her rear- definitely not a advantageous position to lift something so heavy, tho surprisingly after the first approach together the Skywing could most likely feel a heavy difference from before. Apparently she was fed well as a kid, which would explain the women's strong grip. \n\n\"-been a while since I've seen a Skywing, especially one thats willing to help a stranger\"\nPyramid stood up on her hind legs and pulled get helper towards the stairs. She apparently prefers a faster tho harder way, but it seems she was quite experienced in that, placing her legs steady and using her tail as support. So despite her strength, carrying those boxes on her hind legs must be tiring."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "He smiled somewhat sheepishly at the compliment, unsure of what to say. \"Er- I,, thanks.\" He said, averting his eyes in perhaps confusion or raw embarrassment as she clapped, even if it was jokingly. Claws digging into the wood and scratching a small mark in its surface, something he hoped she wouldn't mind- or perhaps notice- when examining the boxes later. 'Unkempt,' his mother would scold.\n\nStraightening out his tail, he focused on the present, weight still hefty but definitely lighter from the SandWing's help, the strength he admired. \n\nAs she talked, he glanced up, chuckling at her observation. \"I wouldn't have expected travelling to the desert in a million years myself,\" He began, the cool climates of the mountain ranges inviting as air would sweep under his wings. He snorted at 'willing to help a stranger,' \"I'd be willing in sun, rain or snow- though I doubt you get much of the latter here,\" He chuckled, dedication brimming within his words.\n\nHe nearly stumbled over how much faster the SandWing seemed to go, her technique flawed yet fast, something he quickly adapted to, albeit nearly stepping over his own talons a few times. \"You run in races before?\" He joked offhandedly, lighthearted and compliant with the pace. As they approached a similar place to where the earlier box met the creaking planks, he carefully let go, his muscles open to relief despite the journey of boxes yet to be unpacked."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Take your time, idm ^^"
},
{
"author": "Pyramid",
"message": "\"Pff- I bet you rather prefer working during rain than blazing temperatures\" She accused him jokingly, placing down their fith box by now on top of the *Pyramid* Of others. For a moment she paused- before dragging one talon down her snout followed by an devastated grunt.\n\n\"Eurgh- okay don't flip out... But I may have forgotten that I'll need those boxes inside. They don't make much sense out here\" Still somewhat pissed by her sloppy memory she pulled a rope off her chest with a couple big keys attached to them, with which she'd open her tavern- seemingly out of reflex flipping the sign to *Open* Behind the slightly dusty glass. Pyramid already placed her talons around the boxes they have carried up on the veranda, now preparing for a view more sweaty moments for the new destination.\n\n\"I wouldn't call that racing in any way- it's more like a part of my childhood training? Dad was a former veteran... Veeery serious about my development. \nHe was strict in a caring way... Which more or less helps me handling a bar full of drunken- and sometimes aggressive dragons... Yeah~\" She did a lot of gestures with her talons, only underlining her nervousness which seemed to built up than longer it took her to explain that topic.\n\"...Yep-...Either way, would you mind bit more sadistic work related abuse?\" She smirked already feeling her lungs running out of breath. Talking while lifting heavy really ain't doin the job.\n\"-i promise I'll pay you back with couple free rounds, eventually a meal, if you insist\"\n\nThe inside of her tavern was different from the outside. A big oval shaped block of sand bricks from the outside- but beautifully wooden crafted floors and walls from the inside. Two staircases led to a second floor, apparently where all the guests rooms where, on the left and right where bricked pillars holding the ceiling and lots of tables- also a billiard table near the bar, which was located at the very back right in the centre.\n\nDespite the dark wooden textured, everything was lighted by a large chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Couple support chains held a golden construct of several glassy figures- in shapes of many dragons from different tribes -which hang around the candles and seem to reflect and spread their light all over the interiors."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "He chuckled before sighing, \"If only,\"\n\nThe rain was a great comfort to both he and his sister, despite how uncomfortable others seem to be in it. It was strangely freeing, how raindrops pattered down onto him, sliding down his wing membranes at their full length and the fresh smell, left unchallenged by its mere superiority. He wished it would rain.\n\n\"Eh- don't worry about it,\" He said in slight surprise, unsure of what to say as he tilted his head, curious that she thought *He* Would get angry at wrong adjustments. There was his sister and mother who flickered in his mind, but he ignored the thought, instead focusing on how accustomed she seemed to be at the tavern. Claws gripping on the boxes as they moved forward- or backward, in the SandWing's case. \n\nHe noted her words carefully, *Childhood training,* Something he would shudder at if not for the weight of the boxes. \"I get that, 'cept it was my mother in my case. A loyal and fierce soldier for the Queen,\" He grimanced, battling his expression to be indifferent, \"Guess they've got something sturdy about them,\" He said with a light, forced laugh, trying to find a good thing to say about his mother. *Strict in a caring way,* He rethought her words. He wished he could come to the same conclusion, yet was happy her instances were safe despite her fidgeting.\n\nHe barked a laugh. \"Oh, I'd *Love* To,\" His voice swerving with irony, eyes challenging her smile as he spread one wing sideways for a moment for balance, then back to his side. \n\n\"Jeez, you're treating me,\" He commented at her payment of a meal and a few rounds, and though he was perhaps too polite to accept, the promise of liquor and a full stomach tempted him along, reward promising.\n\nThe tavern, surprisingly laid with polished wood flooring and decorated walls- to which he probably should've expected, given the detail she puts in her own appearance. He didn't have much time to observe the staircases, merely gaining a quick glance at the wondrous environment of flicking candlelight and glinting glass.\n\nOnce they approached their destination, he put the box down and observed the tavern, a cosiness and warmth built into the features of the place he wasn't sure how to describe, but felt, and was somewhat dismayed at the impatience of the other boxes, still outside and ready to be distributed. \"It's beautiful,\" He murmured, even if he wasn't one for decorations of sorts."
},
{
"author": "Pyramid",
"message": "She was surprised someone experienced something similar to her childhood, it caught her rusty orange eyes on the Skywing. Her chuckles somewhat sounded forced as well- maybe as an approach of loosening things, she could've guessed their mother probably wasn't as understanding and patient how her father was.\n\"Yeah... Sturdy- those kind of dragons are hard to understand sometimes... No?\"\n\nHer claw gently stroke over the ropes of the box, cutting through them to lift the wooden cover from the box. Inside the light reflected in several dark brownish bottles, all carefully wrapped in old newspapers and fabric. She lifted one of them carefully into better lighting, inspecting- probably a bartender thing, as they are the only ones with such knowledge about a dragon's poison.\n\"I had to help dad at a very young age with the bar... And being honest- it was fun. I learned how to cook from him as well, eventually he showed me a view tricks not everyone knows of\"\nPyramid was talking more to herself then, lifting the forts bottles into a shelf behind the counter. At a free spot on the wall- there were a view frames with paintings. One of the dragons shown in those scenes were similar to Pyramid- the other much taller, massive- and painted in scars... But they seemed less formal for a veteran, more happy.\n\n\"-Well! I hear the other boxes callin for us! Someone still needs to earn the Honor to open the first of these~\"\nIt would take them more or less the same time to get all those boxes from the veranda beside the counter, each time the dry wood outside seemed to relieve itself with another screeching.\nAnd finally... The last box collided with the pile of its siblings. Pyramid exhaled in relief, brushing a view of her braids back behind her ears again. \n\"Okay- I'll sort those in later... I guess it's time for my part of the deal?\"\n\nThe golden clips on the ends of her braids jingled as the sandwing straightened her posture just to lean against the tavern in a relaxed manner.\n\"Welcome to Waterfall, the only bar enslaving their costumers for unpaid jobs~\"\nShe giggled. Her voice was noticeably soft in between her deeper tones... And her humorous being seemed much more welcoming to continue a conversation with than with other dragons. Probably a bartender thing as well.\nOne talon of hers exposed a finger and pointed upwards towards two wooden boards with the menu and possibilities of drinks engraved, a view smaller wooden plates were nailed down beneath- probably newer offers.\n\"So- choose what you desire. Just not number 23, I'm currently out of lobsters.\""
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I'll get it done on the weekend, just been tired ^^'"
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "\"Heh, yeah,\" He simply said, avoiding her eyes, acting too focused on his work as his claws curled in a little further.\n\nHe watched her as she grabbed out the contents of the box, how diligently she seemed to inspect the glass of the bottle- which seemed to Granite just that- a bottle- but she seemed to see further into it, whether it be microns of dust, scratches or even the contents itself, all assessed with a quick look. He made no comment on it, though considered her method positively. \n\nHe chuckled softly at her comments, even if directed more to herself. \"I didn't have much help with cooking when young- and it shows,\" He said a little sheepishly, grimacing at the charred fish he and his sister ate as they tried to conjure something not raw, unlike most meals with a SeaWing guardian. \"I can make a wonderful scorched salmon wrapped in seaweed, though, obviously after learning how to not burn everything,\" He chuckled.\n\nGlancing toward the various paintings, he caught eyes with one of a large, scarred SandWing next to a younger, smaller SandWing. His eyes glinted with a question, and he opened his mouth to speak, yet she was already talking. \"Of course~\" He dipped his head jokingly and moved along quickly, cheating a quick glance back.\n\nHis muscles ached, tired from the long day and scorching heat, but thankful as the last box was reunited.\n\n\"Seems like it,\" He said, showing a toothy smile.\n\nHe laughed. \"Gotta get them training somehow,\" He referenced, the warmness of her voice matching that of the room. It was relatively quiet, and he was surprised more of the rowdy dragons, especially his colleagues, hadn't found this place yet. It was afternoon, perhaps stretching evening, giving reason for absence. He preferred the quiet, anyhow- it felt cozy.\n\n\"Unfortunate, I tend to prefer seafood. Erhm,\" He squinted his eyes at the menu. \"The lamb roast? I believe number fifteen? I don't mind which drink. Oh- by the way, the name's Granite. Yours?\""
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Gosh alzheimer kickin"
},
{
"author": "Pyramid",
"message": "She thought for a second, not really judging the fact someone wasn't capable of cooking- but more questioning why cooking a salmon was the only thing, her theory got strengthened by another point just as Granite mentioned his preference for sea food. With a snap of two claws, by her elegantly swinging herself to the other side of the bar, she started the topic, which possibly promises her an ongoing, even interesting conversation, so she hoped.\n\"Raised by a Seawing!\"\nPyramid stated while reaching out for a glass, standing in line among its dozen of comrades on the neatly polished shelves, before turning her head back towards her guest.\n\"-stop me if I'm too personal, but I bet you've had a Seawing parent! It's known for them to always have the urge teaching everyone about their culture- at least from what I've heard~\"\nDespite the glass seeming polished and cleaned to perfection, she rubbed a towel over it anyways before reaching under the counter and placed something transparently cube-shaped into the glass before adding an orange piece, sliced in a spiral shape and finishing the process by opening the first bottle of many which are the cause for their back pain. She slid the drink across the counter and it stopped just perfectly before Granite's talons. How often she must've gone through that process that she performed each step without taking her eyes of her guest? And then so precise as well- truly someone that lives for their job.\n\"...So since you're into the Seawing kitchen, I could offer you calamari in well seasoned oils and with in butter roasted garlic bread. Of course- you can also combine that with your lamb roast\"\n\nPyramid already started prepare every tool she needed, also including washing her talons over the sink(ofc old model, not industrial yk) - even using possible soap? Definitely smelled like soap. It was a rare sight dragons- especially Sandwing cooks washing their talons before preparing a meal. So as she shook off her talons and walked towards the back of the bar, on her hint legs again- not to defile her talons, she checked a small steel oven built into the wooden construct, opening a small gate to fuel the already burning fire with more oxygen. \n\"Granite, suits the dust on your talons~\"\nShe giggled softly, apparently only speaking when holding eye contact with someone, or at least not turning her back towards them. Another possible trace of her father's education?\n\"I'm Pyramid, nice to make the acquaintance\"\nThe ember eyes spoke."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I'll try finish it tomorrow it tonight but dw I've already got it started! ^^"
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "Startled by her too-accurate discovery- something he kept private, he almost fell out of his seat, awkwardly flapping his large wings to try to balance his clumsy self. Regaining his balance, his wide eyes followed her as she grabbed a glass and continued to speak. \n\n\"Oh- erh, yeah,\" He admitted shyly, the answer shut off from any further discussion. There was no point in lying now- he had obviously spilled too much when he was just trying to make conversation. Granite always felt so oblivious and stupid whenever he made such mistakes, this time being no exception. \"It's abit of a long story,\" He began, trying to seem like it was terribly boring as he scratched the back of his neck, glancing back to seem like he had places to be, which was entirely false. \n\nWhy did he have to mention anything? He should've just shut up and accepted the food, or better yet, leave with a nod and a flap. He felt so *Cornered* With the grief that tried to mangle its way to the surface. *Say something. Do something. Leave.* But he was silent. Did nothing. Stayed. He instead sought a distraction, keeping his eye keen on how she worked, the movements as if they were practised thousands of times before. It was, admittedly magnificent, unsure of how she didn't trip over her own tail as the drink was slid across, the smell of alcohol enticing his senses.\n\nHe almost winced at the familiar foods being offered, unknowingly making a pained expression. \"Yeah- uhm- I'd rather just the lamb roast th-thanks for the offer though.\" Embarrassment touched his snout, though he offered an awkward smile despite the warring thoughts in his head. *What* Was that stutter? Granite somewhat wished he had the strength of Azurite's voice, but he doubted that would do him well in the long run, let alone a short while. He took a small swig of the drink, hoping the embarrassment would dull as drowsiness would inevitably take effect.\n\nGranite watched in amazement as she seemingly glided across the kitchen, even taking in account of washing her hands - a practice he seldom saw amongst his miner colleagues. There was no use in wiping your talons either - it being guaranteed to get more soot to later on eat, should you choose to eat that way and not with purely teeth. It almost made him feel like this was some fancy place, though for her this was most likely the bare minimum as she shifted around. \n\nHe laughed lightly at the mention of his dusty talons, smiling warmly as she spoke to him, holding his eyes, \"Of course~\" He replied, matching her tone as best he could, \"How\" - he thought of the word - \"Quaint to meet you in such circumstances,\" Granite giggled, unable to keep a straight face when speaking like nobility.\n\nCuriosity peaked his eyes. \"How exactly did you gather all these skills? It's almost as if you were born with 'em- I couldn't imagine tryna dance let alone cook with wings this clumsy.\""
},
{
"author": "Pyramid",
"message": "A giggle left her snout, a pure one- not those that Granite was probably familiar with. She didn't mention his obvious startled reaction, since she started questioning herself if she was scaring her guests away again.\n\"I like long stories~ it's a pleasure to know that some dragons that come through my doors are living individuals as well- not only costumers.\n\nYou don't have to of course~ stating who you are isn't included in my house rules\"\nThe Sandwing reassured with another soft smile, then lifting her ears in surprise that he decided to decline her offer. She thought she guessed his taste just right- but oh well, can't change what a stomach desires.\n\"No probs~ your order is in progress!\"\nBy now she knew he was scanning her movements, keeping that awareness to herself with a continuing smile as she opened a trapdoor in the floor- an odd cold breeze tickling Granites talons just as long before the door was let shut after Pyramid pulled out a chunk of- pretty stiff looking meat. A view opened and closed drawers later the Sandwing was wielding pans over the oven, shortly followed by the popping of another bottle and then the sparkling roasting. So she used a gentle amount of wine to roast the meet with, something professional she definitely had to learn from someone. While chopping a view other ingredients she continued the conversation by answering his question pretty openly.\n\"Oh~ so you thought I looked like dancing? Hm, that's sweet.\nWell, I wouldn't consider being born with those skills- I was more of a quick learner.\"\nThe quick chopping of the knife was similar to dozen of pickaxes smashing down on the stone one after another, a quick chain reaction followed by the sparks the metal caused, but the knife chopping had a much more subtile tone within.\n\"As mentioned before- my dad was the source of all this. He thought me cooking as well- since he was the former owner of this place... I think I managed to keep his spirit and passion up just alright-\"\n\nShe paused for a moment, either thinking or concentrating on her work-\n\"I've heard those 'clumsy wings' were capable of beautiful manoeuvres in the air tho. Being good in one thing but inexperienced in another doesn't justify your clumsiness\""
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "YOU CANNOT JUST PRODUCE ART LIKE NOTHING"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Huh tf u mean with art"
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "He blinked at her giggle. Was he being humorous? His tail curled around his hind leg, a fade of red his sister also held, although with Azurite it was orange. \nHe lightly chuckled, finding her point of view interesting and unique. He wanted to think like that, to view another dragon as a life with a differing experience instead of red scales and soot that was dragged along their face, as well as the tired, heavy eyes.\n\n\"Tch- uh- thanks,\" He repeated meekly, even though he probably should've set the boundary himself. He noted the surprise in the slight lift of her ears. She had guessed his taste right- too right, in fact. Ironically, he felt it would hurt too much to smell, let alone taste something so familiar and comforting. Something that lingered so close to grief. Her chirpy voice broke his dread as he thought of his guardian. \n\nGranite's snout wrinkled slightly at the sight of the meat. Granite couldn't deal with the scent of blood - something he didn't smell currently, yet was always laughed at. He shrugged of his colleagues jokes with a grin, and at a point couldn't blame them. The sound of fat crackling on the pan enticed his ears, tilting his head slightly as she poured a gracious amount of wine into it. How she worked- it was almost as if she had animus magic. \n\n\"I'm sure of it~\" He teased, \"Are you sure you're not covering somethin' up?\" Granite raised a brow playfully, tail flicking around like an entertained, pampered dog. \n\nThe knife was like music to his ears - strange music, but music nonetheless, his ear flicking forward.\n\n\"I agree,\" He smiled, glancing around at the coziness of the place - the soft murmur of voices in the background, the soft glow of candle light and the sizzling of meat on the pan.\n\nTaking a swig of his drink, he chuckled lightly, eyes considering as he thought of her statement. \"I 'spose so,\" He began, a burning sensation going down his throat, the after tang of the alcohol, allowing him to gain the courage to speak more about his upbringing, \"Yet I never went out much as a youngin', kept in a cave most of the time. But the brief moments we were allowed out,\" He sighed, reminiscing. \"That. Was freedom.\"\n\nGranite basked in the sun as he was absorbed into the infinite blue of the skies, wings outstretched and aspirations as far as he could see. Soft blankets of cloud brushed his talons as he flew above, shaping the clouds as he twirled, still young with the illusion of freedom."
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Just reminding myself for later"
},
{
"author": "Pyramid",
"message": "Sunbeams which were earlier blazing through the colourful windows of the tavern slowly began to change their position, happening to lose their brightness with each minute that passed- tho one minute felt like eternity in this place, and at the same time time passed by as if it was sand corns in a breeze. The quiet chattering became less, as other guests started to leave, some coming, but less and less until only a handful of dragons were spending peaceful moments, each in their own corner either reading scrolls, the news, chattering with their companion, or drinking themselves to the realm of dreams. Pyramid observed his dreamy state for a view moments- she always wondered if she had animus magic, if it'll be possible to view the memories of others. What beauty have other dragons seen? And how much of it can be described in words? \n\nWith a *Clonk!* A plate of smoothly polished massive wood was placed before him. A sudden scent of freshly cooked meat tickling his nose, several ingredients and herbs raising the smell hypnotically to his nostrils. The Sandwing must've thought about his talons being covered in the cave's dust, so she cut the meat in bite-sized pieces and stacked with roasted vegetables in between on metal skewers, which had comfortable handles at the bottom.\n\n\"Since you're so often deep down away from the sun- I thought I'll give you some rich vegetables.\"\n\nShe softly smiled, also thinking about giving him a tissue just in case- in form of an origami dragon? \n\n\"What should I be covering up btw~? Some- ✨extraordinary animus dancing skills✨? Heh... I wish... If I'd be half as good in dancing as I'm cooking- I bet I wouldn't be the boring dragoness on every bal...\"\n\nAfter refilling his glass one last time she turned to clean the small kitchen, carrying all supplies to the sink before walking all the way around the counter. *Freedom* She thought *Am I even living freedom?*\n\n\"I'll tell the other guests I'm slowly closing- which doesn't mean u have to eat with haste! U better enjoy it or I'll be insulted\"\n\nShe chuckled before wandering off to the tables."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "The dish hitting the table woke Granite up from his dream, but just as he was woken he pulled under by the intoxicating smell of roast lamb. He hadn't smelt something this good since his guardian was alive, his wings relaxing against his sides as he took it in. He took hold of one of the skewers, lifting then stabbing it into a piece of meat, eating a few vegetables at the same time he slid the meat off with his teeth. The meat well-done, as he preferred against his colleague's medium rare taste, the warmth making his mouth content. \n\n\"Mm, thank you,\" He said, glancing up at Pyramid from his plate. \n\nHe chuckled mid-chew, putting his talons over his mouth to prevent her seeing it. Swallowing, he began, \"Oh please, you're probably just not confident in dancing,\" He said, somewhat ignorantly but without vain, \"You must be confident in cooking though, it's said in the your posture. You dance while you cook, you just don't realise it.\"\n\nHe nodded in acknowledgement as she poured another glass, hoping he didn't seem too greedy. \n\nGranite nearly spat out his food as he controlled a laugh at her words, enjoying the sass she effortlessly provided. Carefully finishing his meal, his red tail carefully swayed from side-to-side as he appreciated the food, carefully tasting each flavour, relishing in the cozy atmosphere of her bar. Finishing the last of his drink, the subtle buzz of alcohol took effect - not enough to hinder his frame or speech, but enough to make his eyes relax."
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{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "The market was bustling, dragons all over roaming the warm streets of the dawning kingdom shopping and socializing. For a specific Seawing prince, he was running an errand after dropping off a scroll to the stronghold. He planned to stay in the sandwing kingdom for a day or two, in case anything major happened. Hiding under a cloak to conceal his identity, he grabbed some assorted fruit from a nearby stand to bring back home after his trip."
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "*The Masked Sandwing prince trudged through the crowds, running his own errands. His large wings were folded at his side, and his tail was flicking.*\n\n*He stopped in an area with less crowds, pulling out a scroll and reading through it*"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "He thanks the old dragon running the stand he bought his food at before heading back towards his tent, but not before he noticed the desaturated sandwing. He was more curious about what he was reading, hoping to glance at it and pass by, since it probably was nothing special."
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "*Anubis' tail twitched every so often, his tail barb glinting slightly. The scroll he was reading through was a list of errands only really a royal would have*\n\n\"Tch, oh yeah, I'll do this *Sister dearest*.\"\n\n*He hissed under his breath, smoke billowing out of his snout*"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "\"Ah sisters. Mother's favorite\" He chuckled \"If you don't mind me asking, what are you looking around for?\" Making small talk seemed like a 50/50 ok thing to do, or an awful idea. But he knew the feeling, so it wouldn't hurt"
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Ah! Oh, uh, sorry. Didn't uh... See you there?\"\n\n*He half-yelped in surprise, before hastily composing himself*\n\n\"Ahem, anyway, I'm just finishing up some errands for my sister, just... Looking for a certain scroll merchant to collect something she ordered from them a little while back.\""
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "\"Ah I see. Do you know what they look like? I've spent a while here so I may have seen them in passing\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"It's noted as a stall labelled 'Dune Scriptures. Sister clearly isn't the best with advising me.\"\n\n*He scoffed in slight annoyance*"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "\"Dune Scriptures Dune Scriptures, they didn't pop out to me when walking sadly, maybe I could join you. Make the search a lot quicker and your day a bit easier\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Perhaps it shall, I shall agree... If you make no comment upon my mindless ramblings as I walk.\"\n\n*He flicked his barbed tail, a cold glint in his dark eyes*"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "\"I won't. Honestly a better listener than talker.\" He chuckles again. \"Never can get a word in anyway\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Very well then, I do believe it is this way.\"\n\n*Anubis rose to his talons, walking in a certain direction. He kept his pace at a steady one so Depths could keep up.*"
},
{
"author": "dragoonbones",
"message": "Ajsbdjdbn sorry, I'm at a comp, I'll actually have a thought out response on the bus ride home, promise"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "He follows behind him, looking around for the specific store. \"So your sister, does she send you on fetch quests like this or a lot or is this a rarity?\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Oh, requests like this are common, although I tend to expect more... Political ones.\"\n\n*Anubis muttered, leading the way through the marketplace. His gaze drifted around, until it settled upon a specific stall*"
},
{
"author": "dragoonbones",
"message": "Raaah I'm sososososo sorry dude I've been hella busy with work. I promise after dinner I can respond"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "\"Ah I see. Is she part of the royal court here? Or have some larger involvement in it?\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Oh, she... Yeah, sure, lets just say that.\"\n\n*He nodded, adjusting his mask*"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "He nods back, focusing back on where they were looking for, mumbling the locations name so he wouldn't forget it."
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Huh, it appears the desired location is... Uh... Closed.\"\n\n*He sounded annoyed, his tail flicking rapidly like an agitated feline*\n\n\"Brilliant.\""
},
{
"author": "dragoonbones",
"message": "Aksbkdnfj give me an hour or two then I caaan sorry"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "\"Wonderful. What are you even looking for anyway? Maybe we can just get it somewhere else\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"I don't know the title of it, but my sister said they'd know what I was there for.\"\n\n*Anubis sighed, his tail flicking in slight annoyance*\n\n\"No matter, I can come back at a later date. I do not wish to bother you any further.\""
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "\"Oh nonono I appreciate the company. If anything I'm bothering you, approaching you first and all. How about we go get a drink, my treat. Should help ease the day into being a bit better\""
},
{
"author": "dragoonbones",
"message": "Yeah yeah, they walk off to go get the dragon equlivent of a coffee or smth boom leave it up to interpretation"
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Hm... I suppose that is alright.\"\n\n*Anubis nodded, the gold decorating his black mask glinting in the sunlight as he did so*"
},
{
"author": "Depths",
"message": "\"Well than I know just the place\" He gives him a soft smile as they walk off to the nice shop and end the rp"
}
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{
"author": "apostle_of_flesh",
"message": "***Mistral*** \n\n\nThe baking heat of the desert was already whittling Mistral's patience, and the blasé air of the Sandwing vendor only continued to frustrate her. \n\n\"Please, just look upon it! It was given to me by another Sandwing. At *Least* Tell me what you'd pay for it!\" Her voice cracked with growing distress. The desert was hot and sparse of fulfilling meals. Mistral's tongue went dry within hours of stepping out into the sun, and her stomach turned with want. She needed a least a few coins to buy fresh meats and spiced fruits. Dried camel jerky and bitter cactus just wouldn't do. \n\n\"Look, I already told you, the things barely worth a single sniff. And the rubies are *Fake.* So take it and go, *Icewing.* You're holding up my business.\" \n\n\"There's hardly business about,\" Mistral scoffed, only withering a little when the Sandwing appraiser gave her a harsh glare. \"Please, sir, I'll give it for a palmful of coins at this point, won't you just-\" \n\nThe Sandwing slammed his claws on the desk Mistral's claws fumbled over, his glare piercing through her scales. \"I ain't no sir, and you ain't no customer. For the last time, *Bugger off!*\""
},
{
"author": "kforketamine_",
"message": "***Aureola/Aldith***\n\n\nStalking through the marketplace streets the large cloaked dragon made its way toward a pawning stall, majority of what it could see around happened to be sandwings and other such dragons, but the glittering scales of an *Icewing* Is what caught its attention. \nIt only scoffed underneath the painted skull it adorned as a mask, a necklace of teeth strung around its neck with a sandy colored tattoo sleeved on its arm, oddly giving off the faintest glow. \n\n\"The sandwing told you, you aren't wanted here for business. Scram icewing.\" Its voice came out rather harsh and blunt as it practically shoved the other aside to conduct its business. \"What'll you take for these.\" \n\nIt turned its attention to the sandwing behind the counter, having pulled random pieces of jewelry from its bag and laid them out across the countertop carelessly. Made from silver and simple gemstones, the jewelry wasn't expected to fetch a high price, simply looking for the coin to purchase some.. Tools."
},
{
"author": "apostle_of_flesh",
"message": "***Mistral*** \n\n\nShe jumped back slightly, appalled by the Sandwing's display of aggression, and then by the sudden stranger that rudely interrupted. \n\nMistral's wing shot out, placing a harshly reflective and scaly barrier between the interaction. \n\n\"Excuse me!\" She huffed loudly, glittering frostbreath joining the words that left her maw. \"I was here first! Can't you take yourself somewhere else? I'm trying to sell this!\" \n\nHer brow furrowed, pupil-less eyes training on the hooded figure. Well! It seemed the company in this dusty town was just as abrasive and unbelievable as the heat of the desert. There was no hair nor hide of general manners and common decency under any grain of sand in this deplorable lump of sandstone buildings!"
},
{
"author": "kforketamine_",
"message": "***Aureola/Aldith***\n\n\nThe very second it felt cold scales snap against its scales as her wing shot out, its head recoiled back and snapped toward the icewing with smoke beginning to escape its nostrils.\n\n\"Touch me again and the next cloak I wear will be made from the very scales on your back.\" It snarled and narrowed its eyes, despite only being able to see out of one. \n\n\"You *Very* Clearly don't have any proper business here, better take it elsewhere before I drag you out of here myself.\" Its voice raised only slightly, an assertive tone taking foot as it completely turned its attention to the icewing, tail lashing and occasionally flicking sand into the air. \n\n\"Assuming you're some stuck up noble prick? Not used to not getting your way? This merchant clearly doesn't want your *Fake* Item.\" It added and near immediately the spikes along its back raised, lifting the cloak ever so slightly but not enough to allow it to fall off."
},
{
"author": "apostle_of_flesh",
"message": "***Mistral*** \n\n\nBy now, Mistral would have been long gone. By now, she would have decided the interaction would have gotten too aggressive, too hostile. By now, she would have mumbled her apologies and slunk away, to do her business elsewhere. \n\nMaybe it was the heat of the day and her utter impatience for everything that had happened that day, but Mistral had had enough. \n\n\"Well, I *Never*-!\" She hissed, claws resting over her chest as her snout wrinkled angrily. \"*'Noble prick-!*' I'll have you know I was here *First!* I was haggling prices *First!* Your ill-mannered self barged in on my conversation and threw - admittedly *Filthy* - sorry excuses for a profit! So *Shoo*! Away!\""
},
{
"author": "kforketamine_",
"message": "***Aureola/Aldith***\n\n\nIt's eyes went wide before with a sudden and swift movement it grabbed her arm and yanked her toward itself, at this point it was fed up too, having nearly ripped its mask off its face and stared her dead in the eyes, as if it was looking through her very soul. \n\n\"You think i'll take some sass from you? You're lucky we're in public, i'd have choked the life outta you by now. You'd have been dead minutes ago..\" It lowered its voice down to nearly a whisper to where only she could hear, its snout mere inches from hers as its grip on her arm stayed firm. \n\nIt snatched its dragon skull 'mask' from the countertop and slipped it back on, it could feel stares and hear the mumbles from others around them, then again it wasn't often conflict brewed in Possibility. \n\n\"So, here's a little proposal, if that merchant says he'll take your faked jewels, then I'll think about not killing you where you stand. Ever heard the story of *Battlewinner?*\""
},
{
"author": "apostle_of_flesh",
"message": "***Mistral*** \n\n\n\"You don't scare me.\" She huffed, swatting away the dragon's talon. She purposefully curled her claws slightly as she did such, ensuring she would leave small cuts over the stranger's claws. \n\nShe lifted her wing, opening the cover of a sizeable satchel and dumping her belongings inside. \n\n\"May your coin pouch forever be weightless,\" Mistral hissed at the appraiser, then looked towards the stranger. \"And may *Your* Life forever be cold and lonesome!\" \n\nShe spat at the sand next to the stranger's foot, the saliva flash-freezing over the sand. Mistral then turned away, storming down the small street. \n\nShe was sick of this town! By next morning, she'd be out of the sand of Possibility. She'd take all her *Expensive* Things and fly right out. \n\nOnly... Did her satchel feel just a little lighter than usual?"
},
{
"author": "kforketamine_",
"message": "***Aureola***\n\n\nAureola only stared as she swatted its talon away, not even reacting to the small cuts along its claws. It clutched a luxurious necklace within its talon hidden behind its cloak, a small grin tugging at the corners of its jaws. \n\n\"Thanks, really helped me out there.\" Aureola spoke toward the sandwing and pulled the hood over its head and shoved the necklace into its own bag. \n\nThe sandwing only nodded in response to its comment and the hybrid simply gathered what it left on the counter and slithered off down the street without much haste or care. Sure, thievery wasn't really the best thing, but it was definitely deserved for that stupid icewing. \n\nIts mother should be proud when it brings this back, she'd finally see it for what it's worth, perhaps it could say it bought it for her, telling your mother you stole from someone probably wasn't the best idea. Especially with a mother like Onslaught."
},
{
"author": "Mistral",
"message": "She snarled as she spun around, cold talons kicking up sand. \n\n\"That *Thieving wretch!*\" Mistral howled, galloping down the walkway with frostbreath spilling from her mouth. She glided past passersby, clawing her way towards the hooded figure. She pushed herself into the air, her wings overshadowing its cloak as she dove for it. \n\n\"Give it back!\" She shrieked as her serrated claws closed on the stranger's cape, tearing holes into the worn fabric. \"Give it back this instant!\""
},
{
"author": "kforketamine_",
"message": "***Aureola/Aldith***\n\n\nAureola snickered at the sound of her howls of rage, this wasn't the first time it had to deal with someone figuring out its antics. As it spotted her wings shadowed along the ground around it, her eyes sparkled with a sheen of mischievousness. \n\nIt snarled and as soon as her claws tore into its cloak it snatched her wrist and yanked her forward, its free talon wrapping around her throat to then slam her into the sand as its tail lashed rather violently. \n\n\"Aww what's wrong icewing? Lose something?\" It purred and further tightened its grip, teeth bared into a wild grin as it stared down at her with almost feral eyes. It wasn't very often it got the chance to end a life, but if the time came.. Ohohoh it would *Not* Leave fate hanging.\n\n\"I won't be giving you *Shit*, I *Need* This. You, clearly do not. With your 'wah wah, some hybrid stole my necklace' and that *Stupid* Face of yours, lucky I didn't crush your windpipes the second you tore my cloak.\""
},
{
"author": "Mistral",
"message": "Her anger flared even more. Her muscles aches with burning adrenaline, and although the heat of the desert had long left her weak, she had still found the strength to push back against the stranger's advances.\n\n\"How would *You* Know what I needed?\" She hissed before dropping her jaw. Before the next breath even left her throat, she could tell her next attack would do little to stave off the thief. \n\nInstead of her frostbreath coming out as a fatal, freezing cloud, it hit the stranger's face as a shockingly cold, blinding mist. By no means would it hurt, it seemed, but to some degree it could distract. And perhaps that was for the better; a diversion was better than a death. \n\nTaking her opportunity to further distract her attacker, she pummeled her hind claws into its belly, trying to force it upward while her wings cracked against its head and her claws grabbed greedily for her stolen necklace. \n\nShe would admit defeat. Not this time."
},
{
"author": "AUREOLA 'ALDITH'",
"message": "\"I could tell you're a noble from *Miles away!* You don't need some necklace, you've probably got plenty up in your stupid noble mansion!\" It shouted and could hear in the distance the shouting of guards closing in on them. As soon as her jaw dropped its eyes went wide, knowing the dangers of frostbreath especially on that of a fire breather, before it had enough time to react the shock of frost hit its face and went straight to its eyes causing a roar of ager and clenched its talon harder around her throat, that was until its grip was forcefully removed by a powerful kick to the belly. The hybrid stumbled back off of her and tried rubbing away the cold from its face, doing its best to not react to the kick despite the ache of it hurting like a bitch. \n\nIt could feel her claws searching it and tried its best to fend her off to keep ahold of the necklace, it took in a deep smokey breath as a eerie glow radiated from its throat and mouth, preparing to fire. \n\nBefore it could even fire, it felt talons wrap around its jaws and slam them shut, the weight of two dragons throwing it aside and restraining it in the sand. \"Break it up you two! What in the moons is going on here!?\" A sandwing roared, anger clear in his voice as the two guards held Aldith down while the others scrambled to get ahold of Mistral."
},
{
"author": "Mistral",
"message": "Mistral scrambled to her feet, hind legs scuttling to get away while her front talons groped for the necklace. \n\nShe was quickly pinned to the hot sand, letting out a long hiss and pointing to the stranger. \n\n\"It *Stole* My necklace! *My* Belongings! Someone arrest it or - or *Something*!\" \n\nShe wriggled and writhed, staring daggers into the stranger's face, which she could see slightly better now that it was on the ground. \n\nIt had a Nightwing curve to its nose, but the points and sharp angles of its nostrils and cheekbones rivaled that of an Icewing's. But the blue hue of color it donned...\n\nWas it some sort of hybrid? Mistral supposed that might not be very uncommon around these parts. Back home, there was neither hide nor hair of any other tribe. No one could survive the cold of the North. \n\nSo she had seldom seen anyone else, let alone a *Hybrid*. Or a hybrid that could be *Nightwing.* She'd heard scary things about that tribe."
},
{
"author": "AUREOLA 'ALDITH'",
"message": "The hybrid snarled as she pointed towards it, attempting to shout only to have its jaws shoved to the sand to prevent possible attack via fire. \n\"Would someone keep that dragons mouth shut! We don't need a death!\" The seemingly commander of the guards snapped and near immediately one of the guards pulled out some sort of muzzle and with some struggle managed to get it on the hybrid. \n\nSmoke poured from its nostrils as it eyed the sandwing with rage, how *Dare* They muzzle it!? \"Yeah, this idiot comes around here often, picks fights or steals. Haven't been able to catch it until *Now*.\" The sandwing snapped and jabbed a talon toward the hybrid who hissed at him in response. \n\nAldith's spikes rattled dangerously as its tail flicked back and forth despite being held down into the sand to prevent injury from the spikes. \n\"I ain't.. Givin up this stupid icewings necklace! We *Need* It!\" It howled and thrust its head backwards to the sandwing above it, hitting him in the face with the muzzle and throwing him off as he clutched his bleeding face with a cry of pain. \n\n\"Get back on the ground right now!\" The commander shouted and with a quick swing of his barbed tail cracked it against Aureola's head, knocking it back to the ground in a daze. \n\n\"Now, what's this necklace look like.\""
},
{
"author": "Mistral",
"message": "She stepped forward, lifting the necklace that was half buried in the sand during the scuffle. \n\n\"Had you merely asked, I might've spared a coin, if I could get around to selling it!\" Mistral huffed breathlessly. She clutched the jewelry tightly to her chest, the glittering rubies and bronze framework contrasting her colorless scales. \n\nThe necklace was payment from a message she had hurried to the desert to deliver, and the Sandwing had seemed a little pitying towards Mistral, with what her expression in the blazing heat seemed to look like. \n\n\"Theft doesn't look good on you, stranger. I suggest a more *Dignified* Line of work.\""
},
{
"author": "AUREOLA 'ALDITH'",
"message": "Aureola snarled as she stepped forward and lifted the necklace from the sand, immediately trying to reach for it only to get its talon thwacked by the sandwings tail, hissing at him with little care of consequence. \nThe dragon skull it wore upon its head had cracked, right by the left eye where the sandwings barbed tail smashed against it, surprisingly not shattering the older worn down skull.\n\nThe sandwing only rolled his eyes at the comment from Mistral, it was common for there to be some sort of backtalk when the other couldn't reply. \"Alright, alright, get on with your business. As for you, *Aldith*, you get to keep that muzzle on. Now get off the damned nightwing before it kills you.\" The commander ordered to the other guards and near instantly the others clambered off the hybrid and stepped back as it rose to its feet, lightly tugging at the muzzle with a small grumble."
}
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{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook and his hearty misfit crew of odds and ins travelled back - back to the place they had all met, within the city surrounding the oh so high and mighty Sandwing stronghold. The heat on his scales and wings brought back pleasant- and painful memories alike... All of which culminated in Brook having a little bit too much to drink in order to drown his sorrows associated with the area- every sandstone step was disgustingly too familiar to him- when he was sober he could see the places him and his lover had spent their days as if he was still there, but drunk- all he could see was two of every dragon in the market. \n\nIt was an oddity to see a Seawing of all dragons, loitering around the marketplace - he stood out like a sore thumb, and thanks to the quick onset of dusk due to his day drinking- he stood out even further with each swig he took- which amounted to his bioluminescent spots and stripes glowing enough to light up the city block- much to the annoyance of the locals. \n\nOut of the crowd of faces and in a half-drunken stupor he spotted something that stunk more than a scavenger- Royalty- ohhhh yes- he could spot it- smell it- feel it a nautical mile - no maybe just a few meters at *Best* - in the distance. The way the smug, pompous looking bastard walked- the apathetic look in his eye as he strutted through the common folk that quickly made ay for 'his majesty' - Brook couldn't help but smile- taking one last swig before trailing the noble into a less crowded part of the marketplace.\n\nThe shiteating grin on the young Seawings face spoke volumes as he sauntered over next to the Sandwing prince and loudly cleared his throat - trying to shake off the fading buzz as alcohol quickly passed through his system and he had slowed down quite a bit as the day passed since they arrived at the break of dawn. He never went into these kinds of interactions with a gameplan- and knew if Basalt were here right now- he'd be fuming Brook even got this close to Sandwing royalty while the Seawing was 'off the job'\n\n\"Well I'll be scuttled about the sands of possibility like an Emperor Scorpion - you're Jogger, aren'tcha?\" \n\nBrook had a nasty habit of inflating his mockery of people he had already decided he didn't like from a distance- he watched with eager anticipation for the royal's response - but mostly their expression- yes- he knew Walker, he make it a point to know the court of every Kingdom just in case he got his big break in a kidnapping someday so he knew who to contact and when. \n\n\"The name's B- \" He caught himself- not particularly wanting to say his real name- \"Bull- it's a fine evenin to come crawlin out from under your pretty rock, hm?~\""
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond whenever I can- probably will be Saturday when I have nothing to do between 10 am and 9 pm ish.\n\nI'll get to this tonight- hopefully. After a Power Nap"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He had been silently wandering around, his tail coiled up tightly behind him since he was wary of people around here. He wasn't really supposed to be here in the first place, if he was being honest. He wasn't always allowed outside of the castle, but he obviously didn't care. He had been walking to a less crowded spot to get some space for himself, before noticing the quite drunk Sea'Wing behind him. Hissing slightly, his ruffled his his wings before facing towards the Sea'Wing with his tail swaying. \n\n\"It's *Prince* Walker to you.\" He muttered, a little bit offended they didn't neccesarily call him a Prince, not the fact they called him Jogger. He was slightly used to that, since he was... Strange in his own way. \"Besides, you clearly shouldn't be following me or talking to me. I can very easily get you into jail and find out why you're here in the first place.\" He snorted, his tail flicking to a side rather quickly, as if he was warning them to not come any closer. \n\n\"Bull, you say? A strange name for a Sea'Wing, let alone one who decides to drink out of their mind.\" He rolled his eyes, sitting down as his tail coiled around himself. He clearly wasn't taking much offense, his expression a bored one, mocking even."
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook ate the attention up- surprised Walker even cared to oblige in a conversation with what he probably considered 'a scoundrel of the highest degree'. He grinned at Walker's correction- rolling his eyes slowly. \"Aye- fine, 'Prince Walleye'~\" He chuckled and looked him up and down as if assessing his value based on a set of criteria- not different from how he's assess the value of a pretty trinket he nabbed while out at sea. \"'Should'... 'shouldn't' - I speak to who I please whenever I please- public, private, everything in between~ Plus- a night on solid ground's never finished without a trip behind bars.\" The seawing took Walker's threatening gesture as a challenge happily moving a few inches closer for the sake of sheer spite. \n\n\"Bull's a strange name for a Seawing? And I reckon you fancy 'Walker' is common for a Sandwing?\" He scoffed with a shit-eating smile on his face before laughing rather loudly- the rancid smell of alcohol on his breath was louder than the sounds coming from his snout. \n\n\"As for *Why* I'm here- since you're quite concerned about that it seems... I'm actually celebrating if you couldn't tell. Had a quick stop in the Scorpion Den- but that's not really a place for partyin - nor a place for drinkin in the streets unfortunately.\" He softly chuckled before clearing his throat. \n\n\"That does bring me to a question though, your 'sandiness'..\" He did a sarcastic bow \"What are *You* Doing in the marketplace of Possibility? It's safer than the Scorpion Den- but no place for a puff and fluff figure like yourself- plenty of dangerous miscreants walk the more... Unsafe streets. I would know of course.\" He nodded with a smile before correcting himself. \"Nah that I'd uh kidnap and hold you for ransom on a street corner- I have more class than that, meet me out at sea and maybe we can change that though, hm?~ Your 'highness'?~\" It was difficult to tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic in the moment"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "*Messaging in here so the thread is more easily available*\n\nGonna end this here. Held off too long, no motivation."
}
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{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "The harsh sunlight laid a decree of execution upon the darkly colored body of Circini- at least, that's what it felt like... While the merchant loved his brief visits to the Sand Kingdom, that didn't make the weather any less dreadful to endure. It was like wearing a black hoodie in the dead of summer but at least two times worse... And the cruelest part of all is there was no way to alleviate the harrowing heat as his scales were very much affixed to his form- the best he could do is make sure to seek cover in between taking orders from the saledragons lining the market streets, and of course making sure to stay hydrated. He himself - at least for today, was in charge of being the distributor for several of the stands that provided everything from food to jewelry- and of course a little of everything in between- and thus he had exclusive access to the locations where all of these things were stored when they weren't being displayed- which certainly made him a target for any dragons 'in the know' about that fact as throughout the day several would approach him trying to get a discounted price instead of buying directly from the vendors. Circini was the type to give charity when he could, but he certainly didn't feel like stealing the scales (currency) from the lovely vendors he was tending to today.\n\nIt was often he got to take a break from sailing, but the opportunity was one he couldn't ignore while his ship was docked in the western port for the time being and was set to be there for two weeks while maintenance was done- and in truth, despite the heat- he loved the lively nature of Possibility. It was a cultural melting pot of dragons from Pyhrrhia to Pantala- there was no place quite like it anywhere else, so he relished the opportunity to meet new faces and friends- though he was already incredibly well aquatinted with most of the vendors, even the ones he wasn't distributing too.\n\nOf course- he had his own stand towards the corner of the massive marketplace- one selling odds and ins from across the sea from fine adult beverages to books and scrolls- opperating mostly on an honor system that was reinforced by the two vendors next to his stand that would ring any would-be thieves out if they tried anything.\n\n After a long round trip across the market- he was finally able to sit and rest at his own stand. You'd think he'd want to make sales, but the minute he reached the destination he simply rested his head on the counter and quickly dozed off... Untill~"
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "\"Ooh, a NightWing!\" She said loudly, tilting her head curiously at the pretty pathetic lump of black scales, considering he was just laying there. \"Aren't you guys fortune tellers? Why aren't you doin' that? Oooh, is he having a vision?\" \n\nA SandWing passing by merely sneered at her question, getting to apparently more important stuff. Her words, quick and impulsive had an edge of genuine curiousity to them despite sounding snide. She had spent all day wandering, looking for supplies, inspiration or a social, and it turned out this day was quite lackluster in nearly every conpartment. Dragons were either too dull for her attention or too snarling. Not that she minded, but she'd rather not get her \"Tail knotted and crushed.\" She didn't talk to them much after that.\n\nShe heavily leant an elbow on the stall table, tapping her barb on the soft sand as she patiently waited for a reply."
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "The young merchant cringed at the sound of Mesa's voice- it was so loud it stirred him from what was beginning to feel like a good rest- and her voice was so loud it made his ears ring- so much so he could only weakly muster a. \"Hmm... What?\" As he groggily brough himself upwards and rubbed his eyes - trying to let them focus on the dragon before him - wasting no time in stretching every limb and his wings out and yawning. \"Ah, I'm sorry- I must've dosed off- my apologies, my dear.\" He shook his head and drew his wings inward sharply before finally being able to get a good look at the dragon before him... A Sandwing- that much he was sure of, and in Possibility, it was no surprise... A silently thought to himself for a few moment before snapping to life once more. \"Oh! Fortune telling?...\" He chuckled at the comment- finding her fascination- and her ignorance, to be an amusing sight. \n\n\"Apologies, but that isn't particularly my field of expertise- *But* I can provide a plentiful variety of things from my voyages across the continent- and across the sea. If you're more interested in a fortune teller- I could happily direct you to one.\" Despite his tired appearance- his smile was warmer than the midday sun that wrought his body with fatigue."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She inwardly cringed at him calling her 'dear,' shaking her head a little. \n\nAs he spoke, he looked him up and down. *Very formal,* She noted, hoping he wasn't boring aswell. Then she'd have *Noone* Worth her while to talk to. Rolling her obsidian eyes for a moment, she just caught his last words, piecing the words together quickly and laughing.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" She said between breaths, trying her best not to seem rude, \"You're just... Funny.\" ||FUNNY LOOKING HAH/lh||\n\nHow formal someone could be and not have a mocking tone amused her terribly, especially with his suggestions. Catching her breath from her laughter at him, she sighed, scanning him one more time to see if he was serious- which he was- which made it funnier. Clearing her throat she gave a half-hearted apology then continued.\n\n\"I'm sure you're not,\" She half joked, her tone somewhat patronising and mixed with disbelief. \"Anyways- what are you doing? Even if this isn't a shady place, I wouldn't be sleepin' on the job- even if I was nocturnal.\"\n\nShe laughed, curling her tail from the sand and letting it sway slightly, tapping the sand underneath her as if a beat were in her mind."
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "He raised an eyebrow at her seemingly un-prompted laughter- sparking a slight blush of raw embarrassment as he quickly reexamined his wording- but still couldn't find any true faults in it before she seemed to apologize and called him 'funny'. This dragon was peculiar, he had met many dragons in his time, but immediately she seemed to be the type to stand out in a crowd. \n\nCricini chuckled and gave her a dismissive headshake first to the left, then the right. \"No need to apologize- being a Nightwing in possibility during the daylight hours, and not only that- but also asleep, is probably quite the odd occurrence.\" Clearly- the reason she found him amusing was completely lost on the dragon who still seemed full of yawns.\n\nThe merchant seemed fascinated by her - blunt and brutal honesty - in a world full of half-hearted dragons, Mesa seemed to put her heart into everything she said- even if it wasn't particularly nice most of the time - which begged the question in his mind as to how someone like her was capable of staying out of trouble.\n\n\"Interested in my little naptime, are we? Hm- If you couldn't tell, I'm not from around here. I find most of my time sailing the sea between the continents- but from time to time I get the opportunity to explore inland such as this week... My ships docked in one of the Eastern Sandwing ports for maintenance for the next week or so, thus I'm helping out around the market of Possibility, even if it isn't during my particular preference for the time of day. I've been running errands across the marketplace and plaza all morning and well past midday. Been distributing goods to the other stalls- but I suppose in my down time I *Should* Be running my own stall here- but- I think I'd rather take a nap than sell things, and I'd rather have a conversation than nap- and so here we are.\"\n\nHe rested an elbow on his side of the table and rested his chin in his palm. \"That being said, it's my turn to ask *You* Some questions- they should be ample payment for the entertainment I see to produce for you.\" Circini chuckled again before continuing. \"What brings *You* To the market on this fine day- oh- and most importantly, what's your name? You can call me Circini.\""
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She held in more laughs from the amusing NightWing, it being very noticeable. She breathed out some smoke to retain from laughing, taking a deep breath as she considered the information. \n\"Sailor, ey? Thought they were more... Less educated.\" She put nicely, tilting her wrist as she thought of a better word. Weren't pirates all loud and illiterate. Clearly she was mistaken, unless the NightWing was lying to her. *Well, he has some nice stuff if he is,* She thought, scanning his items quickly like a theif. It seemed easy enough, considering his nap.\n\nShe sighed, \"Seems like my name hasn't gone out that far,\" She said, glancing down at her white claws boredly for a moment before looking up enthusiastically. \"Name's Mesa, nice to meet ya.\""
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "He found her laughter to be energizing- she was so full of energy, much like the sun itself that shined in the earlier hours upon the streets of Possibility. He peered into Mesa's surface thoughts, catching the word pirate and illiterate. \"Mhm! That's right, a sailor- but one of a more refined genre. A merchant, not a pirate- there's a rather large gap between the two- scavengers and snakes really.\" (cats and dogs) He chuckled at the thought of being compared to a pirate his eyes drifting to the corner of his field of view for a moment in thought. \"Perhaps one day I could show you how different it is- I think you'll find my ship to be a rather class act. It's clean- and it was a donation from an Icewing noble - so to say it's fancy is an understatement.\" He looked her up and down again as if reassessing what kind of dragon she was. \"Though by no means is it a party vessel, miss Mesa- not unless you can hold some semblance of sobriety - though that's not to say you wouldn't be welcomed to try the blueberry rum we brew on-board. I have some in stock if you're looking to give it a try.\" \n\nHe leaned closer on his side of the counter at her sigh and comment about not being heard of- \"Some sort of performer I take it then? Plenty of time to stretch your wings and find fame - I'd happily assist in spreading the good word- free of charge, consider it on the house... Though I suppose I could support you in mor than exposure... Not to jingle my own coin purse, but I'm not exactly hurting for funds- typically I donate to the Starlight Library, a certain Sleet's Orphanage- and the likes, but I'm also known to help up and coming entrepreneurs, besides- the world needs more entertainers, especially if it can help keep folks out of trouble- no offense to you of course, you're absolutely oozing with responsibility.\" The last bit was chock full of playful sarcasm to which he laughed at, hoping she'd take it lightly instead of crawling over the counter to strangle him."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She laughed at his comments, wondering for a moment how he had plucked the situation out of her mind. *Oh.* She realised stupidly, wrinkling her snout at herself. NightWing. \n\n\"C'mon... Just one party won't hurt. Besides- I'm the best party planner there is. I can make your ship explode if I wanted to- metaphorically of course.\" She said, wincing at her choice of wording. Her regret was soon forgotten as she continued, laughing after her remarks, \"You think I wouldn't take it? You must be seein' blind if ya that dull.\" \n\n\"I mean, I don't want *Too* Much exposure, don't want the royals picking up on my unpaid taxes.\" She snickered, tilting her head admirably at the wealth and donations he mentioned, \"You're right! I *Am* The most responsible dragon I know, thank you for acknowledging that fact.\" \n\nShe said boastfully, catching his sarcasm but playing along with it with a cheeky grin."
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "A look of worry shot across his face that quickly subsided when she said metaphorically, but it definitely didn't make him want to view the idea of her having a party on his ship with any *Less* Caution after such a statement- though he still sort of nervously laughed at the comment after seeing the flash of regret on her face- he didn't want her to feel particularly bad about an honest mistake- nor did he really want someone to feel bad about a dishonest mistake really, so long as there was room for improvement willing to be taken of course.\n\n\"I'll have you know my scales have quite a healthy sheen~\" He gestured to himself, with a smirk - opening his wings to show the colors of the night moments before daybreak with just a hint of extra blue brought on by his natural coloring. \"Though if that's something you wish- I'll happily make good on the offer - no strings attached, I don't have time to impose or pursue debt on others- and again, I have no need for money.\" He pushed off of the counter and reached under it- grabbing a large bottle and a shot glass before pouring the violet blueberry rum into it and slowly pushing the glass over to her side of the counter. \"Tell me what you think, it's my ship's specialty- we make all kinds of stuff since we have plenty of time out at sea and it's much easier to keep alcohol than it is to keep freshwater - water goes bad rather quick due to contamination from seawater, so why not at least make the alcohol drinkable, right~\" He shrugged with a grin, curious on her thoughts about it.\n\n\"Now now, you should get around to paying those taxes- don't accumulate bad habits unless you're willing to own them in our later years when the Sandwing treasury eventually sniffs you out. Don't worry- I'm not the type of dragon to snitch, just giving you some useful advice before someone *Else* Inevitably does...\" He smiled at her grin, finding her playful nature to be rather welcoming. \"Fake it until you make it at least, hm?~ My shift's ending soon-\" He casually reached over to a sign that read 'open' and flipped it to 'closed' with his own grin. \"See- it ended- it's the best part about being your own boss... I take it if you're an expert in partying you have somewhere to be soon? I'd like to at least be able to sample the produce as I so graciously have let you-\" He flicked his eyes towars the shotglass as he went to put the bottle away, but figured he'd take it with him as a minor donation to Mesa's cause- whatever that might be."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I thought it was blackberry rum not blueberry >:0 /lh\n\nDid you just... Break-"
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{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "\"Pfft- Your scales are as healthy as a snake in half, let alone a quilled one.\" She snickered, admiring the night sky patterened underneath his wings before he grabbed the large bottle and poured the dark liquid into a shot glass. \"Thanks for shouting me,\" She said, swigging the shot down in one. The firey liquid went down her throat with ease, listening to Circini as she evaluated it. \"Ships speciality alright, you guys must never get bored.\" She laughed, considering the shot glass as she turned it, her own reflection appearing for a moment. \"Can I use it for my parties?\"\n\nShe shrugged non-chalantly about the implied imprisonment because of her tax fraud. \"Gotta keep the prisoners entertained somehow.\" She flashed a toothy, reckless grin.\n\n\"Somethin' like that,\" She commented about faking it, smiling. She watched as he flipped the sign over, sharing his grin. \"Not really, just learning the atmosphere twisting in the crowds. But... I could schedule a party for this evenin', seeing as it's close.\" Her eyes became bright as she conjured an idea. \"Ya wanna start one? We don't need much- only a few supplies and a reason to celebrate. C'mon! Don' worry 'bout your stuff. I've got some mates who can guard it for ya!\" \n\nShe didn't wait for a response, off before he could speak and rummaging through the crowds, searching for dragons she had perviously encountered or acknowledged."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Shouting means paying for btw"
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{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "He nodded at her thanks- allowing her to enjoy the drink. \"My crew is never bored if we aren't working, we're always doing something- not always together of course, but everyone's occupied plenty.\" He cheerfully nodded, pleased she seemed to like it enough to consider its use further. \"Of course! It's not free- gotta pay my companions somehow- but I'll give you an 'acquaintances discount' - maybe we'll be able to bump it up to friends by the end of the night so you can get a better deal?\" He chuckled at his own joke as he wrapped up everything in the shop, saying goodbye to the two vendors next to him who happily waved goodbye back, one even commenting on how he was already leaving so soon despite sleeping the whole time he had been there, but it was clearly in a friendly manner- seemed he kept good company even with his potential business competitors.\n\n\"You know, you'd expect someone with the name 'Mesa' to have a flat personality- but seems you're far from what's expected regardless. I mean that in a good way-\" He kept her views on *Tax evasion* In mind- and despite just meeting the dragon, he was considering silently paying off her debts to keep her out of serious trouble- but it certainly wasn't something he'd tell her- she seemed somewhat like the type to try to take advantage of that information somehow.\n\n\"I've never started a party with strangers surprisingly, but-\" And she was already off, weaving through the crowd and striking up conversations looking for attendees for her spur of the moment event. Circini rolled his eyes playfully inviting the two vendors next to his stand to come along - to which they happily obliged - though he hoped it was alright with Mesa. \n\nSoon he was beside her, squeezing through the densely packed and growing evening crown - and simply observing how she interacted with other dragons out of curiosity, while helping her sell her event with the promise of class drinks. Tonight was certainly going to be interesting - it had been a long time since he had partied in Possibility- he simply hoped Mesa's parties weren't too rambunctious - but that was to be seen as they amassed a rather large following of dragons - with more heading back to their homes to prepare- to which he nervously leaned over towards the smaller Sandwing with a worried expression. \"I think it might be wise to perhaps stop inviting dragons unless you have a spacious venue.\" A part of him wanted to offer to pay for one if she didn't- but she'd totally take all the cash he'd throw at her, so he silently reconsidered without saying a word about it."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She rolled her eyes. \"You worry too much.\" She scolded in a playful tone, eyeing off some musicians in the corner of her eyes. \"It will be held in the streets- no fancy venue. Everyone is invited, from a NightWing to a slug- it's all about getting the word around. You can talk to the slugs, if you want, though I doubt they'd be interested in your fancy talk.\" She joked, going off and talking to the musicians about payments and songs. She joked and talked to them like she knew them her whole life, asking how they were handling and everything. With some goodbyes, she found a stall and bought some candles with stolen money.\n\nLighting them with a single breath of fire, she recklessly threw one to Circini. \"Wanna race placing them?\" She asked, tone challenging, tilting her head. \"Since you're foreign, have a headstart. You'll need it, anyways.\" She laughed, stretching her wings as she prepared to take flight and zoom around."
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "Worry too much? Circini felt like he never worried *Enough*- though, to be fair, that quality had created plenty of wonderful adventures with interesting dragons- and he'd yet to be burned too badly because of it, so maybe- just maybe- she was right - maybe just for tonight at least as he listened to her words about anyone attending - following her every word and step attentively. \"Who knows? Perhaps a slug would be up for some martinis - no salt on the rim though I'm afraid~\" He chuckled playing into her joke about his demeanor. \n\nHe stood back and watched her converse with the folks along the market- he had never seen someone get along so well with what appeared to be stranger - well, besides himself. It was a similarity that made him entertain the thought of 'what if *I* Was like that?' to which he quietly scoffed- he certainly be paying people with *Stolen money* As he was able to pull from her thoughts- seemed this Sandwing was full of bad habits- he was surprised she didn't have some kind of nasty reputation hanging over her head - he wasn't sure if he should even be here - but so far she proved to be kind enough to him, so might as well entertain and maybe bestow wisdom to her at some point - she seemed to perhaps need a good influence in her life.\n\nHe shook his head and snapped out of the trance he placed himself in, ears swiveling forward at the proposition, quickly catching the candle. \"Don't fancy your game won just because I'm not a local- as a seafaring Nightwing- close quarters flying is - well, my specialty. You're on- but if I win, you'll...\" He leaned in to whisper, mindful of others that might be listening. \"Pay the scales back you stole from whoever's money you used to buy those candles.\" He snickered and drew himself back- opening his massive pair of wings that sparkled in the candlelight of the market. \"You're welcome to set your own conditions- but- I plan on winning, so it might be a waste to even bother~\" He grinned at her, a playful - yet competitive tone in his voice"
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "\"You pesky mindreader,\" She commented, raising her brow as a sutble growl laced the end of her words. A hint of malice within her competitive tone. A small warning, perhaps. \"A deal's a deal then, 'cept your only payment for losing is your dignity.\" She snickered, carefully passing some more burning candles with her barbed tail so the amount was equal."
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "He grinned with an air of mischief at her comment- indeed it was widely considered rude for one to go picking around in someone else's head- but it was something he couldn't help- it let him know more about the individual he was conversing or interacting with, which was incredibly useful in the world of sales- and certainly a plus to any social situation. \"You'd certainly be done in if Possibility had might Nightwings guards- you should be careful, little criminal~\" He nodded at her decree of loss of dignity being his payment. \"May luck be on your side- but you'll certainly need more than luck to beat me.\" He snickered and set the bottle of rum on a nearby table, flexing his wings and shaking his body from snout to tail tip - somewhat like a dog before grabbing the candles and taking off at a surprisingly fast speed for a dragon as large as he was- and his maneuverability was spot-on, allowing him to miss bumping into things back no more than a hair as he quickly went to work distributing candles - it might've donned on Mesa that perhaps giving this Nightwing a head-start wasn't the wisest decision.\n\nWhen Mesa began her trek, she would find it difficult, almost impossible to close the gap between the two until Circini seemed to purposely slow down for the sake of sportsmanship - clearly wanting some semblance of a fair game until they were about even and then he went back to flying full-speed until . . .\n\nCircini won by a handful of candles- to which the amassed audience of their game seemed to cheer for him and his victory, to which he cheerfully smiled and graciously bowed- though he was sure to playfully pull her close and raise her arm to ensure her efforts in distributing the candles were celebrated nonetheless, even if she hadn't won- \"Good game- but looks like you'll be paying back those scales I'm afraid. While I *Was* The winner- there's no need for only myself to reap the spoils, I'll give you that 'friends discount' on the rum tonight.\" He winked at her with a chortle."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She poked her tounge out like a dragonet as he powered off, forced confidence making her follow ten seconds later. She powered into the evening air, the subtle winds warm and nice, tilting her wings to get the best breeze, little as it was. Her agility and knowledge of the streets benefiting her, she carefully placed the candles, illuminating rooftops and in a way creating new stars to soar under.\n\nPlading another candle, a gust of wind made her eyes dart around. A dark figure, sihlouetted by the evening light swooped by, his palms illuminated by the whipping glow of the candles. With quick wingbeats *And a suspicious slowing down of Ciricini's speed,* She caught up with him, flashing a toothy grin before shoving into his side playfully, afterwards flapping a fair bit to compensate for lost wingbeats. Laughing, not in malice, rather more of a sibling rivalry, she swerved away from him, placing more candles that flickered in the distant, falling sunlight.\n\nOnce she returned to the bridge, she rolled her obsidian eyes at the crowds cheering for Cirinci, face somewhat smug, acting as she didn't care. \"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You did good for a foreigner.\" She admitted, her wording still not fully accepting his achievement. \n\nShe momentarily thought over his words. She had many friends- most of them she couldn't name, and despite her bruised ego, she doubted she'd forget his. She suddenly growled, wrinkling her snout. \"You better not be poking in my mind.\" She hissed- friendily, of course. *Plus, I like discounted rum,* She added bitterly, glaring at Cirinci with a playful expression as she made an effort to make her mind less sappy."
},
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"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "The Nightwing grinned at her raising an eyebrow. \"Well- I'm glad I have the local's approval, it's the first step in becoming a part of an area's culture. And don't worry, I'm sure we'll have many competitions in the future where you'll beat me blow for blow.\" Circini chuckled as he too reflected on the circumstances- at first, he wasn't sure what to think of her based on how she approached him while he was sleeping- but he never condemned himself for giving friends that might seem to be unlikely to be made at first- a winning shot. Mesa had certainly proved to make an otherwise laborious if not mundane trip to Possibility a lot more exciting- and for that he was thankful beyond words. \n\nHe seemed to lose himself in thought once again before nervously laughing with a faint blush while rubbing the back of his neck. \"Aha- no promises- someone has to be able to predict when your next storm's going to strike, right?~\" He busted out laughing at the comment about receiving alcohol for a discounted price- \"I'll keep that in mind as a way to appease you if things turn sour.\" In a very Circini fashion he commented on something that had fascinated him as the night progressed. \"You know- your words and the way you carry yourself rarely seem to match what's on your mind- or how you're feeling. One might think you're sheltering a softer side from the world through being a criminal party-girl- but I won't press *Too* Much on that, as I'm not quite sure how far you're willing to take the 'criminal' act.\" He grinned, clearly teasing as he quickly pivoted towards four dragons from the market he knew a bit more personally- instructing them where to find the cases of his special brew and where to set it so it was accessible to the most people, carefully pointing and plotting places throughout the market so ensure even the less socially inclined attendees wouldn't have to push themselves to center-stage just to get a drink.\n\nWith a few more words he turned back to Mesa. \"What the hell- consider tonight's drinks on me, consider it the toll for traversing your thoughts on a whim- and the entertainment provided thus far.\" He reached over to the bottle he had left on a counter and went to get two cups- pouring the rum into each one for himself and one for Mesa as the party swelled to life at the arrival of the kegs of alcohol, dragons rushing over to fill their glasses as the musicians started playing. \"You know they say it tastes sweeter when it's free- so be sure to enjoy it... Not too much now.\" He sipped from his glass before looking up at the starry night sky above the event. \"So- tell me a bit about yourself- we've spent a good chunk of the night together, but I still hardly know who you are- I doubt party goers like to tip for your events- so I suppose we can start with where you *Usually* Get the funds to throw these things.\" He had a concerned, but playful look on his face as if hoping the bulk of her wealth wasn't obtained through theft alone."
},
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"author": "Mesa",
"message": "\"Ya think?\" She asked competitively, ego not so easily subdued, \"I'll beat ya at anythin' just name your bet.\" She said, flashing a toothy grin before glancing at the bustling crowds of pale yellows, crimson reds and the occasional rich browns of the different tribes drinking, laughing and dancing to the music provided. \n\n\"What's the fun in predicting things?\" She countered, smiling as he laughed at her thoughts. \"Don't think that I'm easily that swayed, but it's worth a shot.\" She laughed, inviting a challenge with a look.\n\nShe listened to his analysis of her mind, grumbling playfully as he mentioned a 'softer side,' \"What 'bout your mind then? I forsee that it is too fancy and stuck-up.\" She said, raising her chin, obivously mocking him.\n\nShe rolled her eyes are the warning of drinking too much. \"I'll drink 'till the sun's up.\" She said stubbornly, downing the drink in one go, some of it missing her mouth which she swiped away with her talons quickly. She almost choked on it, the amount he had suggested her wrong-doings. \"Me? I would *Never* Hurt a fly, let alone steal.\" She said, putting her uttermost innocent face on then snickering at her mocked innocence. \n\n\"Just 'cause I steal *Sometimes* Doesn' mean I live off it. I hav' some pride,\" Mesa provided, puffing out her chest. \"Besides- I gotta deal from Pantala. PANTALA. They needed my help too.\" She shook her head for a moment, thinking of the ~~desperate~~ HiveWing, who was, admittedly, quite tall."
},
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"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "\"Raring to go already, are we?\" He chuckled as he thought, his eyes pulling upwards to think of a game as Mesa continued, breaking the train of thought for the time being. \"Worth a 'shot', hm?~\" He laughed at his own terrible pun before taking another swig of a drink that never seemed to get old to him. \"Fancy and stuck up, eh?~ Don't think I've heard *That* One before-\" His voice was playfully sarcastic - her impression earning a subtle eyeroll and smile as he donned the same impression she did. \"I'd like to assume my snobbery is an adequate indicator of my socioeconomic class.\" He scoffed at his own terrible impression before continuing in a regular tone. \"In truth- I'd hope I don't give that sort of impression... I've been rather generous- oh and especially kind- and also particularly good looking, charismatic- need I really continue?~\" He enjoyed the conversation - it had been a long time since he had been able to banter like this with someone, he usually had to have at least some semblance of an uptight business-worthy nature, but tonight felt casual in the best ways possible. \"As for the fun in predicting things- maybe it's best to know your moves before you make them- I might be able to stop an emerging war if I play my cards right.\" He joked- though wondered just how much trouble she could get into -\n\n\"Well then- drink till the sun's up and suffer the consequences of a bad hangover - though if you get too tipsy, as the resident bar keep - I'm going to have to cut you off. As much as you like to have fun- I'm sure you'll find tomorrow particularly miserable - as I'm sure you know better than anyone.\" He gave a surprised and concerned look as she drank the whole glass he had poured for her in one go- clearly she must've taken his comment as a challenge, perhaps a way of silently licking her wounds from losing their last little contest- but he was certain she'd probably be able to outdrink him even if he was larger than she was- so it was best to play to his strengths and not get blackout drunk in the streets of Possibility- seemed like it would open the door to the *Possibility* Of participating in a plethora of bad decisions he'd have to wake up and put the pieces together of.\n\n\"Ha! That's *Very* Funny- Mesa- though know I *Am* Holding you to your end of our wager earlier- so you'd best get your affairs in order for paying them back- though I suppose I don't take you as a cutthroat- you seem like the type of dragon to avoid that scene- though perhaps I'm making a bad read. Least you've given me a good final night if that is the case.~\" A clever smirk painted his face as he went on about her sense of pride and a new deal. \"Oh? A deal from Pantala? What's a gal like you going to be up to so far from home? Panatala is quite different from Phyrrhia if you've never been before- you'll have to be *Extra* Mindful of your manners, I'd be curious to see your acting skills on that part.\" Circini poured her another glass and topped his own off."
},
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"author": "Mesa",
"message": "Cringing at the pun, she said dryly, \"I'm glad you're not a comedian.\" \n\nShe laughed at his mockery of himself, beaming ear-to-ear as he carried on. She could tell he was having a good time by merely his banter alone. That was the reason for her parties at heart. Letting dragons loosen up and have a great time, no matter the background. Listening to Cirinci, she laughed again, this time for a different purpose. \"I'm sure you can stop a war with your dullness alone.\" She joked, whacking him playfully with her curled tail.\n\n\"You said the drinks were free, that means no restraints,\" She pointed out, continuing boastfully, \"Plus I've never gotten blackout drunk before. Well- once, but that's it- once. If anythin' I'd be the one draggin' you outta a bar.\" She chuckled, thinking of the ship parties he mentioned earlier. Her words were the truth, but it wouldn't of sounded like it from surface value. While she enjoyed the side-effects of alcohol, she was scared to lose complete control of herself and become something sluggish, despite her words of drinking all night long. Perhaps more private instances, she would let loose, but on the streets she had seen nasty things happen- some to the point where she had to intervene or she would be just as bad- and didn't want to subject herself to quarrels when she wasn't capable of standing upright. Yet those times, she was often alone with not much to rely on. The NightWing before her seemed relible enough, he, despite having a quite strong moral compass (in her opinion, anyways,) wasn't a snitch and was rather fun to be around- a contrast to the black blob napping underneath the stall's shade. Perhaps she could lay down her guard *A little*\nDespite the recalled memories, her demeanour didn't change, wanting to stay in the moment rather than worry over what has been done.\n\nShe rolled her eyes at his remarks about him winning. \"I don't *Analyse* Someone's features when I steal from them, how d'ya expect me to return money to no-o\n\nNe?\" She asked, still smiling. She laughed at his words. \"'Oh please, this is nothin' compared to the other parties I can throw. I'd pity if I were to kill ya after a party like this.\" She said, though in her mind acknowledged he probably wouldn't want more than this. She shook her head dismissively. He was a pirate- thing. For a moment she wondered how she could 'up' the parties on deck, even if never being to one.\n\n\"Well- I've already done it. It's a wing stretcher for sure.\" She said, thinking of how tired and how her wings ached after the journey over the seas. She hadn't learnt of sailors and whatnot- the matter did not concern her, so she never thought of it. Besides, her wings needed abit of use in them anyways. \"And,\" She added, her usual loud voice piping up once more, \"I had no need to act, I'm just that *Mannered.\"* She said, scoffing in mock annoyance, grabbing the glass and swirling the dark liquid, watching in intreuge as the light reflected the architecture around them."
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{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "He bounced off of her statement, swelling with a sense of pride. \"Absolutely- clearly I'd steal the show if your reactions are anything to go off of- I best stay in my lane as a merchant to prevent a monopoly.\" The merchant scoffed playfully before retorting. \"Stopping a war is stopping a war- right? And I must not be too dull to be keeping your attention for this long, so perhaps there's something I'm doing right.\" He smiled, matching hers- it had been a long time since he'd been able to properly let his guard down like this- as a merchant every deal is placated with predatory eyes, it's important to pick the good from the bad, the truth from the lie- and thus this is partially where his habit of peering into people's thoughts originated from - though as the night went on he found himself looking into Mesa's thoughts less and less- partially as a courtesy, and partially because it was nice simply conversing with her without the need for true focus. \n\n\"Well- if you drink a little too much- I'll at least have the courtesy to send some remedies for the inevitable hangover if you can't help yourself I suppose.\" Circini chuckled before taking a sip of his drink - slowly accumulating some sense of a buzz in the process. \"What? Me? I'd never~ I'm the dull, fancy, if not stoic Nightwing merchant- I would *Never ever* Drink more than I could handle.\" His voice was laced with sarcasm which spoke volumes of perhaps a more party-going past before he had become the dragon he was tonight.\n\nIt didn't take his mindreading capabilities to discern something was going on behind her eyes- he wondered what she was thinking about- but refrained from prying into what appeared to have been a more personal set of thoughts- \"Well- then you can give back to the community through a donation to a local cause since you don't remember *Who* You robbed.\" He rolled his own eyes in response to hers before finishing the rest of his drink in one go as if to impress her even if only slightly. \"Alright- that's- definitely enough of that for me this evening- if you were to challenge me to our little candle placement game now, you'd probably win.\" He laughed and wiped the purple liquid from the corners of his mouth. \n\n\"I'm not surprised you say that- you're rather rambunctious demeanor betrays the lower energy of this event - I'd probably stick out like a sore thumb at one of your bigger, louder parties - I love to converse, what can I say? And in larger events there's rarely an opening to make a more meaningful connection other than-\" He sort of blushed and shifted the topic quickly. \"You *Flew* To Pantala? Most *Skywings *Can't make the trek- so color me surprised. Pft- right right, apologies 'miss Mesa' the most well-mannered, regal Sandwing party girl in all of Possibility~\""
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "For once she had nothing to retort, slightly embarressed that in a way she insulted herself. Regaining her composure quickly, she asked smugly, \"And how are you going to stop a war, smart-scales?\" She tapped her talons on the glass unconciously, it following the beat of the drums in the background as she awaited a response from this supposed saviour.\n\nShe snorted. \"Alright, as long as they're paid for, otherwise I'd be losing sleep.\" She laughed, mocking his concerns playfully. She listened happily to his sarcasm, distantly wondering of the atmosphere of the parties and the character he used to be at them- obviously slurrred and wobbly by the sounds of it- now more reserved and responsible. \"Was the once great sailor Cirinci irresponsible at times?\" She asked in a teasing tone. \"I would've never guessed.\" \n\n\"Fair enough I spose,\" She said with a gentle shrug of her wings, watching as he finished the rest of the rum, nodding slightly in modest amusement. \"I'd beat ya if you were sober, no drinks required\" She boastfully claimed, lifting her chin even when the facts were against her, she said, taking a swig of the delicious rum gratefully. \n\n\"Don't act so surprised. Just 'cause I don't own an IceWing's ship doesn' mean I don't know how ta travel.\" She scolded, smiling. \"Ahem- most mannered, regal, SandWing party gal of the ten kingdoms- get ya facts right or I'll have to revoke that fancy title off ya.\""
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "\"I'll stop a war with my wit alone... And of course plenty of discounts.\" He winked with a soft chortle before glancing up at the moon- while it was true, Nightwings were usually nocturnal, due to his duties his circadian rhythm was way out of wack- so he just sort of got tired when he got tired rather than at what would probably be healthy for him. Plus, he was a little tipsy, and felt it would probably be best to go before he said or did something unfit for one of the world's leading merchants, though he'd entertain he last few questions and comments. \"Oh indeed- plenty of time at sea leaves room for idle talons- having *Nothing* But alcohol on the ship certainly wasn't any help- let's just say my sailing skills weren't up to par when I was a bit younger.\" He laughed nervously with a weary expression.\n\n\"Beat me sober? You could hardly beat me fresh from a nap.\" He playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes at her comment. \"Though, I won't let my head get too big off of my little victory- could've just been an off-night for you... Touche, though it's not often I hear of a dragon flying from one continent to the other.\" He gasped at her comment about revoking his title. \"You would *Never*~\" With a grin he pivoted himself away from the conversation with this side of his body facing Mesa. \"It's been a wonderful evening with you- but I'm afraid it's time for me to retire, and you have a party to run through the night. I trust you'll *Behave* Without my supervision? Oh- and where should I write to contact you, we'll have to throw that marvelous party you promised aboard my vessel - in fact I have an occasion worth celebrating coming soon - it's one of the other reasons I'm in the Sand Kingdom actually- recently I was able to welcome a new member to my crew- he's a little rough around the edges, but in his heart- I can't tell he's a good dragon. If you wish to write to me first, my ship 'The Cardinal' is docked in the north-western port- you're welcome to visit if you find the time to do so.\" He smiled and did a little bow in respect, but was certainly half-sarcastic due to the nature of their banter. \"I bid thee farewell, dear Mesa~\" With a final grin- he took off into the starry night sky- eager for their next encounter."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Bro asks her for contact and leaves before she can utter a word /lh\n\nI was- just thought it was funny and pointed it out lol ^^"
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "\"Or lack there of,\" She muttered under her breath with a cheeky grin, just high enough for him to hear. She chuckled at his comment, imagining the shipwrecks that lay under the sea because of his poor choices. \n\nShe poked out her forked tounge like a dragonet when he mentioned beating her, rolling her eyes dismissively before adding onto the part where she wins, \"Exxxactly,\" She beamed, \"I could be the fastest dragon for all you know. I could've gone easy on ya.\" She said, lifting her chin. \"Oh- I would- then you'd be-\" She thought for a moment, the rum making her mind slow, \"Uh- something else!\" \n\n\"Already? The night's still young! Where's the NightWin' in ya?\" She teased, bumping into him with her wing playfully as she amused herself with the thought that she made a better NightWing than him. Rolling her eyes at him lecturing her like a dragonet, she tilted her head at the 'newcomer,' intreuged of who it was whilst making a mental note of 'The Cardinal.' Despite the effect of rum, she figured it would stick in her mind, and if it didn't, she'd just arrive at some docks and have a wander. Even if the ship was out to sea, it would be a nice day out. \"Your ship would *Need* A bit of a touch up, wouldn't it?\" She snickered, meaning instead of a sophisticated layout, it would be messy but not crowded- the perfect balance. \n\n\"I live in the Scorpion Den- Western side, kinda in the middle. I'll be out here for a couple more weeks, so don't be in a hurry to write there.\" \n\nShe laughed, returning a half-hearted bow. \"Bye, Fancy-snout. See ya 'round.\" She said, watching as he flew off, seemingly disappearing into the star filled sky."
}
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{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat was currently in Possibility's marketplace area... She had bargained with a stall owner, and they agreed to let her sing in front of the stall, which would inevitably attract some dragons, and she would get a small portion of the coins from any dragons who decided to buy the stall owner's product. \n\nSo the hybrid got herself ready, humming a few scales to warm up her voice, and then she began to sing, her melodious voice carrying over the bustle and noise of the dragons around her... It drew the attention of some dragons, but there were also dragons who were just too busy to really take a look around and discover the source of the noise.\n\nOverheat sang a few different songs with just a short break for a bit of water in between, and in the end she had gotten some coins, just enough to get her through the day! The hybrid thanked the stall owner happily, and began getting ready to mingle in with the crowd, still humming a bit to herself, checking to make sure her earrings were on her ears, and that she had all the coins in a pouch she wore around her neck.\n\nVer was a bit thinner than to be expected, as she used her money sparingly, sometimes not getting enough to eat... Sometimes there would be a good reason for that however, as she could donate some coins to others who needed it more, which made the hybrid happy! It was her sole goal in life (besides surviving to see the next day) to spread joy and happiness to those around her!"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she had sat to listen to the dragonet, waiting until their show was done and they didn't have to worry about sharing with the merchant before stepping up to the dragonet ~^} \" Hello there\"\n\n {^~ they said warmly, their voice calm and collected as she didn't want to scare the other dragon by randomly speaking to them, their longer tail curling around their front talons as they sat to talk with overheat ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat glanced up as she heard a warm voice, spotting what looked like another hybrid... Rainwing and Icewing, she guessed. The dragonet gave a slight smile back, and nodded. \"Hello!\" She replied cheerfully, waving a talon as she hung her coin pouch around her neck.\n\nThe night-sky hybrid remained seated and facing the other dragon, though she did scoot away from the stall she'd been next to... She was now on the edge of the street, waiting for the other dragon to continue the conversation, curious as to what the other hybrid wanted."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I enjoyed your little songs, tho I didn't see it quite far you had to relie on a merchant to split what was owed, they don't always do it fairly, so I was hoping I could give you some scales for your performance\"\n\n (scales are supposedly the official money in the wof series) \n\n{^~ she said holding her talon out with a decent amount of coins, her frills relaxing some against her neck and head as she didn't want to seem threatening ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat blinked. \"Oh! Well, thank you! And I just like to help some of the merchants around here out... A lot of them know me, I stop by Possibility often.\" Ver gave the other dragon a smile, before gently shaking her head at the coins.\n\n\"No, no, it's quite alright! I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to take all that money from you, I'll be okay!\" The little hybrid said cheerfully with a warm, appreciative smile."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" It really isn't a problem, your looking alittle, thin, and I have plenty of money to spare, my father works as a guard in the ice wing territory, and I sell furs and meat myself, so I have plenty,\" \n\n{^~ she said watching the dragonet, she couldn't help but feel alittle bad for the dragonet, not understanding why such a young dragon was having to work for their coins so early and looked this thin ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat was subconsciously aware that *Yes*, she was thin, but she'd learned to deal with it. It wasn't an issue for her exactly... Usually. Her smile froze slightly, growing a tad bit wary. She understood others concerns for her, but... She disliked getting into her personal life with others generally.\n\nAfter a moment's hesitation, she replied... \"...How about a quarter of the amount, if you insist on giving me something? Because I doubt I'll be able to walk away without at least a few coins, huh?\" She said lightheartedly with a soft laugh, seeming to ignore the comment about her being a bit thin."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she nodded slightly, separating out the amount of coins the dragonet wanted from the others and returning the rest to her bag ~^} ' sounds fair, \" \n\n{^~ she giggled alittle, her scales that reflected a geode like look having a light pink sparkle to them that didn't show over the rest of her scales ~^} \" I do not mean to be persistent- I just want to make sure your getting what your talent is worth\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat scooped the coins into her pouch carefully, a bit relieved by the change of topic, relaxing slightly. She also couldn't help but admire the scales... Ver had always thought Rainwings were cool looking with their color-changing scales, and she did quite like the sparkle of an Icewing's, but this dragon seemed to have both. Scales aside, however, Ver nodded. \"It's alright... I do need coin to get food and all that, but I also don't want to deprive other dragons of coin that they could very well need themselves.\" She explained cheerfully."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I can respect that, I normally have more then I need so I tend to help out other dragonets, my dad says I have a heart bigger then some other dragons and far less cold then most ice wings,\" {^` she quoted, her tail flicking alittle as she watched the dragons around them a bit as she wanted to make sure no one would randomly attempt to take anything from them ~^} \n\n\"The possibilities market is so much more busy then the one in the ice wing territory, might have to see at setting up my own shop some where around here,\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat nodded slightly. \"I always take joy in helping others... Of course, I have to avoid some certain dragons who pretend to be in need just to get some free coins from others, but I've gotten pretty good at figruing out whose faking it and not...\" She sighed, before nodding to Kitti's second statement.\n\n\"Oh I'd recommend it! Possibility is always busy, it's a great place for shops!\" She beamed at the other hybrid, \"You should totally try it at some point if you want to!\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I normally give coins to younger dragons or dragons that seem to need help, I rarely get out of the ice kingdom tho so it is a tad harder to help out '\n\n{^` she smiled, her pattern shifting to a yellow color to show her excitement ~^} \" I'd quite like to buy I need to bring it up to my father and see if I'd be able to around here, ice wings don't really socialize with a lot of tribes so we do tend to be turned down when trying to find a way of living outside of our tribe-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overhead nodded understandingly beaming at the other dragon. \"Oh yeah, I've uh... Never really been to the ice kingdom, way too cold for my liking, but I have heard that a lot of Icewings tend to be kinnnndaa strict with lifestyle rules usually, or something like that.\" She replied sympathetically, \"What's your name by the way? I'm Overheat, or just Ver.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "=^~ she nodded alittle at the dragons words ~^} \" I'm kittiwake, but you can call me kitti or dew, daughter of one of the higher ups in the guard rank of the ice kingdom,\" {^~ she said tipping her head alittle in greeting ~^} \n\n\" It is quite nice to meet you ver, I hope I am not stalling any more business deals you have going on,\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Nice to meet you Kitti!\" Ver replied happily, also tipping her snout in acknowledgement and greeting. \"And nahhh you're not stalling anything. I might sing a bit more just for the fun of it, but I'm about done for the day!\" She explained, \"Don't worry about it.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" What else do you do for fun? I know a dragonet like you must of more then just singing as a hobby\" {^` she asked tilting her head as her tail swayed slightly, being careful of her spikes to make sure she didn't accidentally hurt ver ~^}"
},
{
"author": "voidly_",
"message": "Sorry I got caught up)/"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Well, i like to travel a lot and visit other kingdoms!\" She replied cheerfully, \"But it's pretty much just that, singing and traveling.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she nodded a bit, ~^} \" At some time I can make you some fur clothing (?) So you can come see the ice kingdom?\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Hmmm...\" Ver pondered the request, and then finally nodded. \"Sure, why not! Only if you want to though. Do Icewings generally like singing, or would i be more likely to get met with icy stares of disapproval-?\" She inquired, \"Just like, don't want to go there, start singing, then find out I've immediately annoyed the whole tribe, y'know-?\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Ice wings are very welcoming, and tend to enjoy the art of music and song \" {^~ she smiled happy she seemed to make a new acquaintance~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Really?? Cool!\" She perked up at the thought, \"I've always wanted to see the Ice Kingdom!\" She said cheerfully, beaming up at Kittiwake."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I'll get to work on making your attire, is there any place I may be able to find you?\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"I'll hang around in Possibility, so... Just follow the sound of my voice singing once you need to find me!\" She said cheerfully."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\"Alright perfect, I should be able to have your attire done in a couple days, any kind of fur you would prefer it be made out of?\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Nahhh anything's fine, just as long as it's soft and warm!\" Ver shrugged, \"See you in a couple days?\" She grinned at the other dragon hopefully."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Yup, I'll be happy to show you around the ice wing territory\" {^~ she smiled before getting up, bowing her head to the younger dragon ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Alrighty! Bye for now!\" Ver waved, and trotted off.\n\nA couple of days later, Overheat was happily singing once more, this time just in the middle of the marketplace. She hadn't forgotten Kitti, but today was particularly busy for the little hybrid, and she was almost done with her performances for the day..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she had a bag slung over her back as she walked through the markets, looking around to try and spot the younger dragon ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat did her last song for the day, unaware that Kitti was nearby, her voice ringing out above the marketplace noise... Once she was finished, the hybrid began packing up, not spotting the other hybrid as she began to weave her way through the crowd."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she spotted the hybrid before trying to follow, having alittle but more trouble weaving through the crowd do to her spikes ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat happily trotted on her way, continuing through the crowds, unaware that she was being followed... Finally, she made a sudden turn into an alleyway, where her current residence was. Overall, it was quite cozy and sheltered, but... Definitely not what most dragons would expect... She sat down, drank some water, then proceeded to wrap a couple of somewhat travel-worn blankets around herself, settling down, simply just resting."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she came into the ally, looking around and feeling bad for the dragonet, proceeding alittle slower into the ally ~^} \" ... Ver?-\" \n\n{^~ she said looking at the dragonet, she couldn't help but feel bad, as if she could of prevented this ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat jumped slightly, getting tangled up in the balnkets and letting out a surprised yelp. \"Wh- oh uh... Hi-\" She stammered slightly, relaxing slightly after seeing it was just Kitti. \"Erm... Well this is awkward...\" She said slowly, untangling herself from the blankets."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Is this were you stay-?..\" {^~ she asked, a pinch of sympathy noticable in her voice but she tried to hide it best she could ~^}\n\n{^` her scales reflected a deeper blue color as she looked back at the dragonet, now understanding why she looked so thin ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Nnnnnnnoooooooooo...?\" Overheat replied slowly, fidgeting. \"Erm, i was just about to go get something to eat...\" She began to try and excuse herself, gently patting the coin pouch around her neck"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she watched her a bit, nodding slightly as she didn't wanna push ver ~^} \" I have your attire ready-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat rubbed her head. \"Er... Thanks-\" She replied, trying to keep her tone light. She really wanted to go to the Ice Kingdom with Kitti, but she also hoped the other hybrid wouldn't immediately go questioning her about her life... \"You uh... Want to go get food with me...?\" She offered after a moment, trying to ease a bit of the lingering tension."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Sure- sorry- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable at all,\" {^~ she said pushing down any worry that did show over her scales, the scales shifting in color again ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"It's fine...\" Ver shrugged, scooting out of the alleyway. \"...You know... You're one of the only dragons who hasn't gone and questioned me about literally everything the moment you even found out one thing.\" She confessed after a few moments, \"And i appreciate that. Thank you...\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I prefer to not stoop that low- I know everyone has their own issues- tho- if things ever get- to tough for you, I do offer that you can come stay with me for a bit, only if you want or need to, I have a home near the edge of the ice wing territory and it stays warmer there, your welcome to stay there if you ever need to,\"\n\n {^~ she said lightly, leaving it as a open option and not bringing the fact that things already seemed tough to her for the other dragon, not wanting to seem to pushy nor to emotional distant as she has been told before that she seemed to be in her own world a lot ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"It's alright, really... Thank you though.\" Ver replied simply, trotting to a nearby food stall, getting herself just enough to satisfy her hunger for the night, before glancing at Kitti. \"Also... You said the furs were ready...?\" She inquired hopefully."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Oh yes,\" {^~ she nodded, sitting down and moving the bag Infront of her before taking out beautiful polar bear and lynx fur jacket with a part that hung over the wings and lower back/start of the tail (like a cape) the polar bear fur being around the collar of the jacket and the bottom edging of the cape bit ~^} \" It took a bit of time but I had plenty of fur ready for the job, \""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver tried on the jacket, feeling the warm, fluffy weight on her and giggling a bit. \"Hehe... This is pretty cool! Super warm too!\" She took it off and began to trot back to her alleyway, starting to munch on her food. \"Well thank you so much!\" She said cheerily, \"When do you think you'd be going to the Ice Kingdom...?\" The hybrid inquired, pausing at the alleyway entrance."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I live there so I'll most likely be returning some time in the morning, I have some shopping to do for more supplies, can't get things like porcupine quills and snake skulls for threading and hole punching, I've learned using my spikes for that isn't very smart-\" \n\n{^~ she giggled following the other dragon to the entrance of the ally, her tail curled nearly behind her like a rain wings would`°}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver nodded in acknowledgement. \"Alright! I'll be sure to get up early enough so that i can come with you to the Ice Kingdom.\" She said cheerfully, before slipping into the alleyway, thinking that was the end of that for the night..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she watched before entering the ally, giving her her space but laying a bit away, watching the entrance of the ally as her spikes flexed to be more noticable, almost as if a protective gesture as she wanted her to not have to worry about any of her belongings for at least one night ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat noticed that Kitti entered the alleyway after her, a bit surprised. \"...Kitti, what're you doing...?\" The confused hybrid asked slowly, tilting her head to one side."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Watching your back, to make sure nothing happens while your resting, most ice wings do it for their friends?- \"\n\n\n\n{^~ she said looking back towards ver, her wings tucked nicely by her sides ~^} \" I may not be fully ice wing but I was raised as one-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat just... Stared for a few moments, not quite sure what to think. She was touched by the gesture though, and after a bit of hesitation... She scooted closer to the other hybrid. Not quite touching, but now Ver laid on the ground next to Kitti, looking extremely grateful, but also slightly unsure as if she wanted to give Kitti a big hug for her huge show of kindness, but at the same time seemed... Afraid of doing so."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she looked at her before lifting her wing as if a offer of more warmth and more protection, her scales not cold to the touch like other ice wings, looking at her alittle ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver slowly scooted beneath the wing, closing her eyes and starting to drift off to sleep..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she smiled, returning her gaze to the ally entrance as she want back to her mission of staying guard, keeping her close as she watched every little movement ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver slept soundly throughout the night... As morning rolled around, she woke up at an early, but not unreasonable time... She yawned, stretched, then glanced around, remembering she had flopped down to sleep by Kitti the previous night. Not wanting to waje the other hybrid, Ver just scooted away from Kitti a bit, giving the other dragon a bit of space."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she was lightly resting looking at ver when she moved away before yawning alittle, getting up and stretching, having learned how to rest without actually sleeping from her father ~^} \" Did you sleep well?\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver nodded. \"Mhm, I'm used to sleeping like this.\" She replied, standing up and stretching again, followed by a yawn."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she nodded a bit, looking around before grabbing her bag with her tail and putting it over her back again, ~^} \" I have some shopping to do before I head home, \""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"May i come with you?\" Ver inquired hopefully, starting to tidy up her few belongings."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" If you wish, I do not mind the company, \" {^~ she said putting a hood up into her head to hide the spikes along her neck and her frills ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Okay!\" Ver replied cheerfully, packing up her things, soon being ready to go, eager to go see the Ice Kingdom..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she smiled before heading out into the shop area, her tail curling so she looked more rain wing like, not wanting to be treated like a ice wing normally would be ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver trotted alongside Kitti, coin pouch jingling softly, belongings (and thick, soft, warm fur coat) bouncing a bit on her back... She seemed quite ready for an adventure!"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she watched her a bit, giggling some ~^} \" You seem rather cheerful, is there a reason?\" {^~ she asked not used to seeing dragons so happy to have a chance to join her on a trip ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Well, I've always wanted to go to the Ice Kingdom. I mean, I've made a couple friends around Pyrrhia, they'll usually come find me, listen to my singing, and give a couple coins, but... I've never been to the Ice Kingdom, and I don't think singing underwater is possible.\" Ver replied happily, \"I've also wanted to go to Pantala, but haven't managed that yet...\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I have a friend that lives in plantala! They may be willing to take us there,\" {^` she said smiling as she looked back to her before focusing on a shop, paying for what she purchased ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Really??\" Ver seemed overly excited at the prospect, bouncing up and down as she walked, \"That'd be *Amazing*!! I would love to do that! Uh... What can I offer to you as repayment...?\" The hybrid inquired."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Repayment? What for?\" {^~ she asked tilting her head ~^} \" I wouldn't charge any friend of mine to take them on one of my adventures, \""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Well I mean, you've already given me a fur coat, and are letting me come with you to the Ice Kingdom, and now you're offering to ask a friend to take us to Pantala too...? Like, I want to repay you somehow!\" Ver insisted."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" You can repay me by making sure you take care of yourself, that's all I ask, is that your healthy and Happy, I'm not one for making others pay or do anything drastic for something simple '"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat bit her lip. \"I can't exactly promise that, but I can *Try*.\" She said vaguely with a shrug of her wings, prefering to not go into detail just yet."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" You already are trying, \" =^~ she said looking at her before playfully pushing her with her wing, it being more of a nudge ~^} \" Plus I like having company on my trips\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver shrugged. \"...Probably could be trying a lot harder.\" She said simply before swapping topics. \"Well, If you really don't mind, then... The least I could do is offer my voice for singing, I suppose-?\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" That would be nice\" {^~ she smiled, starting the walk to the ice kingdom ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat happily followed... Though... \"...Erm... Wouldn't it be faster if we flew...?\" She asked slowly, hesitantly, after walking for a bit."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" If you wish to fly we can, most dragons I come across do not wish to fly-\" {^~ she mumbled looking back at her, moving her back over her shoulders more so her wings could flex better ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"I'm alright with flying... Plus it means we won't go and get caught in any rain. Speaking of which, uh... How often would you say it snows, and how bad is it to deal with...?\" Ver asked of her newfound companion."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" The coat can cover your wings so you don't have to worry about it, and we don't get any bad snows, normally just a couple flakes here and there, it shouldn't be to hard to deal with\" {^~ she said stretching her wings ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Whew... I'd just be worried if it were like, blizzards almost constantly...\" Ver breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit as she got ready to take to the air, stretching her own wings."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she took to the air, her wings sparkling alittle now that they were in the light, her scales having a twinkle to them as she flew, ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver also soared into the sky, wings sparkling and twinkling with the starry patterns on them, following Kitti, full of excitement!"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ when they got to the ice kingdom she went into a dive, her wings closing before she \"Crashed\" Into the snow, giggling as she shook off, ~^}"
}
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{
"author": "no_name_ideas.",
"message": "Hello hello hellooo!\n\nNods and cracks fingers"
},
{
"author": "Saguaro",
"message": "*Saguaro grumbles as he walks through the annoyingly crowded space every step he took he was bumping wings with some random dragon with no understanding of their surroundings. He strains his head up slightly above the crowd, looking for the bright red scales popping out from the crowd. The rainwing he'd been paid to watch over was annoyingly energetic and far too fast and skinny. They slip so effortlessly through the crowd looking at anything and everything as they pass for about 2 seconds before moving on. Saguaro was sure they were intent on completely leaving the half blind dragon behind completely.*\n\n*His wing twitches at his side as he spots the red at the corner of his only working eye, quickly trying to work his way through the crowd to Cranberries side. Who's idea was it to put the half blind one in charge of the one person who seems dead set on moving constantly? He can't keep turning his head every five seconds just to make sure they haven't run off...*"
},
{
"author": "Taipan ",
"message": "Taipan trails through the market place, occasionally stopping at stores to sniff candles and look at large overpriced steak. Taipan continued to swirl around the market, his eyes only stuck on one thing, not a store or an item but a *Dragon*. He had gotten this bounty a few days ago and still wondered how such a stupid looking dragon could possibly have such a big bounty on their head. But Taipan shakes his thoughts away, his job is not to question, its to murder his opponent and take his prize. \n\n*Besides this dragon looks like an easy target* Taipan stretches his wings before growling at himself *This dragon could kill me even though they look wimpish, I know that!* He reminded himself before silently stalking Cranberry as they looked at a fruit stall. Though something caught his eye, not Cranberry but a dragon who was protectively standing behind them. *A guard, so cranberries not strong but this dragon is? Lets hope two dragons won't be hurt today, only looking to hurt my chosen bounty* \n\n**Sorry if it took too long"
},
{
"author": "Saguaro",
"message": "*A shiver runs down the sandwings spine. He'd always had a good idea of when someone was watching him. He kept his tail barb tucked away as to not accidentally stab some poor passerbyers. He looks back over at the rainwing for a second to make sure they're still swooning over some common dessert lizard before scanning the crowd as best he could. He strains his neck to look to his left, as always- cursing his left eye for having been the subject to a particularly brutal attack a few years back. It was hard to figure out who it was at first- almost everyone looked the same aside from a few multicolored dragons running through the crowd- trade partners most likely. His eyes do end up landing on someone eventually though. He squints his one working eye at a particular Sandwing in the crowd.*\n\n*There wasn't anything that really looked all that different about them... It was just a feeling. Well. And the fact that he can SEE the dragon looking at him. He digs his claws into the ground, on edge.*"
},
{
"author": "Taipan ",
"message": "Taipan didn't move he raised his head his eyes sharp, he started to walk forwards, his body moving so slow and smooth it was like he was a ghost. Suddenly a Skywing merchant walked infront of him \" Selling snakes, selling snakes!\" The merchant called in an echoy voice. Taipan saw the option to slip away, so he did, it was like a magic act and he had just dissapeared from sight."
},
{
"author": "no_name_ideas.",
"message": "**(I DIDN'T MEAN TO PRESS GO, STILL TYPING)**"
},
{
"author": "Taipan ",
"message": "Taipan hides behind another store staring daggers into the guard. *Of course, this guard was more aware then he thought, if he wanted to keep this dragon unharmed he would have to find the Rainwing alone*. So quickly without a thought he slipped back into the crowd, this time covered in sand to make sure that *Nuisance* Didn't notice him again.\n\n**Done this time- sorry again!**"
},
{
"author": "Saguaro",
"message": "*Saguaro was quick on his talons. He flipped around to look for cranberry again, only to find that the squirmy little thing had already ran off somewhere. Great! A suspicious figure staring at him and then disappearing and the one he's supposed to protect- his immediate assumption being from the stranger staring at him- disappearing AGAIN. He scowls as he shoved through the crowd in an attempt to spot the bright scales, trying his best to switch between looking behind him and Infront of him.*\n\n*He bristles, stressed out as he shoves his wings out, pushing some of the dragons in his general area out of the way to give himself some space. He never thought he'd miss standing idly all day long at the castle doors. At least it was quiet there.*"
},
{
"author": "Taipan ",
"message": "Part one of his plan was complete, the guard was stressing out and that was a good sign. Cranberry had also skipped off, *Perfect* He hissed under his breath before padding to an allyway behind the marketplace. He found cranberry squeaking over a beetle, a common one infact. The dragon was distracted and the guard was behind for now, he could easily slice this dragon into sushi now. Taipan raises his wings in a ferocious position and does his attack stance in interest.\n\n*This dragon doesn't even know I'm here, poor thing*. He slowly snarled before approaching, keeping his flank <— ( stomach ) towards the floor, his sand scales blended him in with ease. Now all he had to do was make like a taipan and strike."
},
{
"author": "Saguaro",
"message": "*He hisses as he twists around, trying to check every street and stand he can. How could a creature so brightly colored be so insanely hard to find?!*\n\n*He was milliseconds away from taking a wrong turn when he caught the tiniest glimpse of red and bright yellow through the crowd. He wastes no time darting over to the alleyway he saw it in, pushing through the crowd- his anxiety disappearing and being replaced with pure anger. He finally gets to the alley, ready to rush through it straight to cranberry- but he stops in his tracks. Or more, was stopped in his tracks by somebody else. He huffs as he tilts his head to the right to get a better look at the sandwing. Definitely the one he'd seen in the crowd.* \n\n*The first thing he notices is that the dragon appears to be older than him. By 10 years at least- probably more. That was a bit of a worrying thought. It meant whoever this stranger was likely had more experience than him. And two working eyes at that. Saguaro had fought older dragons in battle and he was anything but average when it came to strength.. But the key word is 'was.' He hadn't had a proper, real fight since his eye was cut. Of course he'd had some friendly battles with his co workers... He couldn't be caught getting nervous now. He flexes his claws before lunging at the older dragons back, careful to avoid the tail as much as possible. He knew a sting wouldn't kill him but it'd still hurt and catch him off guard.*"
},
{
"author": "Taipan ",
"message": "Taipan swiftly turns at the sound of crunching sand, a dragon leaped straight at him, Taipan was thrown onto the ground. He easily pushed Saguaro of him, Taipan lifted his barb and neared it towards his opponent, quickly baring his sharp teeth. Taipan couldn't believe this dragon found them. *Good thing no one can see us..* If someone did see this battle his plan would be blown.\n\nHe opened his mouth to let out a calm and deep voice \"Red is a good color for Cranberry, it will hide the **Stains**\" He snarled kicking sand onto Saguaro's face, \"Hopefully that blinds your other eye!\" He hissed before once again disappearing into the crowd. \n\n*Now this dragon deffinetly knows i'm after Cranberry!*"
},
{
"author": "Saguaro",
"message": "*He hisses as he digs his nails slightly into the opponents scales, not too deep before the sand is thrown into his face. He hears a loud yelp of surprise somewhere behind them as he shuts his eyes and tumbles off of the dragon, rubbing at them to try to get the sand out.*\n\n*He groans as he opens his eyes, immediately getting up and shoving cranberry along with his wing, forcing the rainwing back into the crowd. He looks around them constantly for any sight of the attacker before focusing his eyes on a nearby guard. He shoves the rainwing over to the guard and barks. \"Don't go running off again, like an idiot!\" *He hisses at Cranberry before angrily going on to the guard about getting the rainwing out of the crowd as quickly as possible, before spreading his wings and flying up into the air. He scans the crowd as he tries to spot the sandwing... A difficult task indeed.*"
},
{
"author": "Taipan ",
"message": "He gave a chuckle before throwing sand on his wound, one of the many things he learned was that you had to hide wounds to seem stronger. *A rookie* He looked at the guard. He frowned *A strong rookie*. Taipan crouches only to see the rainwing next to another Guard.\n\nHe coughed to himself \"Tsk tsk, poor guard\" He flew above one of the shops and hid at the top, staring at the **NPC** Guard. Quickly jumping down and lightly slashing their neck, not to deep to murder, only to give them pain.\n\n*Now he could try and kill the RainWing*"
}
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{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "As most days, in fact always when it wasn't late at night, the sun was sadistically blazing overheads down on the massive crowds of dragons making their way through the marketplace. Each stand offering different type of goods- from freshly made food all the way to herbs and perfumes. Romeo, an oddly bright spot right in the middle of golden yellow scales, was often looked at like a mouse showing bravery to walk between lions. Not that he got used to it, but he was born with the disability in his Rainwing genes to only being capable of the colours white and red.\n\nEventually his eyes spotted a small wooden sigh on one of the market stands, relived of his discovery he squeezed himself through the always moving dragons until he finally managed it into the safe shadows of the markets fabric roofs.\n\n\"E-excuse me? Good day! Uhm, are you also repairing things by any chance?\"\n\nRomeo spoke with his sing-sang voice, one that was truly unique in its sound... As if his throat has been never touched before. He sat down and leaned his forearms on the counter- while waiting for a response his eyes quickly gazed over the accessories the stand was offering."
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "No problemo! Btw- I am heading to bed, just informing ya that my reply might take until I'm awake again"
},
{
"author": "\"Coconut\" The Lost Prince",
"message": "╒════════════════════════════════════════╕ \nAs the blistering sun shone down upon the bustling crowd, Coconut fanned himself lazily. It felt like all of the moving dragons were generating their own heat as they brushed up against each other. He sighed and reached behind himself to pull another thin layer of fabric over himself, the only visible parts of him were his painted claws. Although the desert had always been a natural enemy to him, it was still a great area for costumers. Coconut reached to his side and grabbed a waterskin to dab on his dry skin and moisten his scratchy throat. It was times like these that made him sore about the lack of useful traits he gained from his odd family tree. Green eyes slid over the crowd as he studied the SandWings who seemed to have no problem walking underneath the unforgiving sun.\n\nThe thick and cloying scent of perfumes seemed to dance in the air with the bitter and grassy scents of herbs, fresh bread and roasted meat accompanying them to tease the nose of any dragon who forgot to eat before heading to the market that morning. Coconut considered trading with another stall owner for some fruit to snack on as he waited for people to wander over after they caught sight of the sparkling jewelry and shimmering silk. It would be good to also gain some connections as well if he wanted to purchase some fruits or herbs later to dye his fabrics and not get ripped off. His talons clicked against the wooden top of his stand, mind miles away before he was quickly torn from his thoughts by the approach of another dragon. He glanced at the dragon who approached and quickly categorized the information he could about him.\n\n*'Red, white, frills... A hybrid? Unusual but not that I can complain,'* He mused to himself before plastering on a business friendly smile on his face, not that it would be visible underneath his veil. It was always interesting to see other hybrids especially when their kind wasn't very common despite the recent upsurge i\n\nN hybrid children. \n\n\"Yes, I offer repairs as well- What is it that needs to be fixed.\" His voice was sticky and sweet, like fresh honey- words sticking in your mind like a thick parfum that stayed lingering in the air even after it had wore off. While he spoke, he noticed the others interest in his wares and gently reached up to readjust a bracelet set near him. \n╘════════════════════════════════════════╛\n»"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "I've been intimidated once more by someone's vocabulary and roleplaying talent 💀 how tf am I supposed to keep up"
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "*How detailed~...* Romeo thought to himself, unconsciously mumbling the words he thought as his eyes inspected the bracelet of detailed carved wooden parts which played just beautifully with the perfectly round ambers in between. Despite hearing the response of the seller, his snout only moved towards them when they reached up to adjust just the bracelet Romeo was looking at. He blinked a view times in confusion seeing the dragon wrapped up like a present- yes he has seen others like seawings especially wearing body covering robes to escape the blazing sun, but this dragon truly brought it on another level.\n\n\"Oh hello! Yes uhm so-\"\nThe hybrid said with slight haste within his voice as if he was caught daydreaming once again. From his pouch around her waist he took out a folded pice of fabric which he carefully opened to reveal an earring- but what an earring! It was quite small- but very smoothly and symmetrically forged. The gold was perfectly adjusted around a thick ruby, who's red reflected the light in a nearly magenta tone. The issue was visible right away, the lock for the ear hole being ripped open- so the mechanism damaged and with that unwearable without losing it eventually.\n\n\"-I'm not quite sure how it happened... I've been carried by the crowd after my performance- and it must've hooked onto someone's horn or so-\"\nA wave of white dots ran down his reddish ruff, probably an emotion, unreadable tho- since it seemed like this Hybrid's camouflage scales could only switch between pale white and pure red. Gently he slid the earring over the wooden desk towards the jewellery maker, setting up a soft smile before his also ruby eyes would lift from his earring to the eyes of the dragon- at least he tried to find them beneath that wide hood. *Not a Sandwing, those unique talons? I bet he's also a hybrid~ lovely seeing more of these around*"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Hope this matches at least 1/4 of your level ✊🥲"
},
{
"author": "\"Coconut\" The Lost Prince",
"message": "╒════════════════════════════════════════╕ \nCoconut reached out to hold the earing, inspecting the jewelry. He shifted the jewel slightly to watch as it caught the light. The gem itself was real, and was quite valuable for a ruby. With a small shuffle, Coconut set the earing on the wooden counter as he reached beneath the stall to set a odd silk bag on top. The bag was opened to show other bundles of silk of various sizes set in an oddly organized way. It oddly smelt of vanilla, getting stronger as he reached into the bag and brought out a bundle to unwrap. Inside of the bundle was a glass lens that was set in a ornate gold ring. Coconut used the glass lens to inspect the earing, his veil making it harder to see if the clasp was the only issue. Despite the problem brought by his veil, he refused to lift it. \n\n\"Ah, this is a simple fix. Won't even have to hold on to it, can fix it right here. I do warn that I don't do repairs for free.\" His tone was soft, as his eyes flicked up at the other hybrid. Coconut swallowed uncomfortably with a dry throat as he rewrapped the glass lens and set it back into the silk bag. It felt like the sun was actively trying to turn him into a dried fish. He reached down to grab his half empty waterskin to sip down some water, slightly revealing his jaw before the veil dropped back down to cover him once again. Part of him drifted away to wonder if he could just soak his linens next time to avoid having to constantly drink from his waterskin. It would be nice to work with an animus to make fabrics that could cool and hydrate the wearer, but the chances of him finding one- not to mention one willing to work with him- was nil.\n\n\"Some jewelry breaks easily, don't feel bad about it. I can replace the clasp with a more sturdy one but it won't not be as delicate looking, least a quick replacement wouldn't. I could bring it with me to work on it but I assume you would rather have it back in your claws as soon as possible. If you're wanting to kee\n\nP the original clasp but just fix the lock, I can also do that. It would still be fairly fragile.\" The beginning of his sentence sounded awkward before it smoothed back into business speak. He reached into the silk bag once again and grabbed two bundles of silk. How he was able to tell the difference between the bundles was a mystery. Well, at least it was to others. Coconut just remembered where he had placed the bundles and the specific shape of them. He had grabbed the wrong bundle before but it wasn't often.\n\nInside of one of the two bundles he had opened were parts for earrings. Clasps, chains, and other pieces needed to repair or make earrings were all neatly set inside of the first bundle. In the other bundle was odd looking tools that seemed to be made to pinch and twist much smaller things that claws could not delicately handle.\n╘════════════════════════════════════════╛\n»"
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "HOLY F- 💀💀💀 dude ayo\n\nI'm just saying right away- I love the detail you're putting into the roleplay, seriously it's extraordinary"
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "He folded his talons into one another as he leaned further over the table to curiously observe how he inspected his earring and compared the different kinds of silk balls- to the material he guessed. The smell of vanilla seemed to confuse him, his nostrils tensed, he likes the smell of vanilla- he always compared it to sweets sold around here... But he doubt this hybrid would plan repairing his earring with candy. It was a nice thought to chuckle over tho.\n\n\"No worries! I appreciate any help, which is worth of an exchange of favours~\"\nHis tail curled into a spiral behind him- a rainwing thing to do, despite his tail tip being dangerously near to his scales. Romeo bit his lip for a sec- opening and closing his mouth again as if he was searching for the rights words.\n\"...Is it- possible to properly repair it without exchanging anything? It's just- it's the last thing I got from my father before he... I just wanted it to be as original as possible.\n...Of course, if it's too much of a challenge- I'll let you recommend me what to do~\"\nThere was this always friendly tone he used before, normally dragons spoke either in an commanding tone- one with authority or one that is respectful with their partner of the conversation. Romeo's tone grew into something emotional- explaining his wish with something personal was as if this dragon acted more alive than others. More sympathetic. Those ruby eyes weren't acting differently. Coconut could realise they followed each of his movements as he watered himself to escape the blazing heat surrounding him. He felt sorry, definitely, but at the same time not daring to bring it up- eventually disturbing his privacy.\n\n\"-money is not a problem by the way, it's not like I can just snatch it after you're done, right~?\nPaying in advance is not a problem either! You seem like you know what you're doing\"\nBut Romeo doesn't seem as if he knew what he was doing. This dragon seemed unbelievable kindhearted, naive better said, maybe Coconut has already met dishonest dragons before- many of those lingered around here. So how does it come this hybrid radiated with trust and purity? \n\n\"If I'm allowed to ask- for how long have you been here? It seems to me as the heat isn't giving you slight the joy~\""
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Gah damn man, ya better get some rest and have a colourful breakfast, with that I mean fruits and eventually some Joghurt duh"
},
{
"author": "\"Coconut\" The Lost Prince",
"message": "╒════════════════════════════════════════╕ \nHe paused and thought over the hybrids words, clicking his claws against his tools before sighing. The other didn't seem to be trying to scrape him for free work. Coconut lifted his veil finally, green eyes searching the hybrid before the veil fell over his face again with a sigh.\n\n\"I can make a deal I suppose. I'll repair it, and you can pay me at a later time. Just come back when you have a couple coins on hand.\" He finally relented. At most he would be down a couple coins if the kid decided to run off and not pay him back. At most he would have to haggle a bit harder to make up for his losses when trading for his supplies. Coconut reached for the earing and grabbed a thin plier-like tool before he seemed to only twist his wrist and the lock was replaced with a similar looking piece. He set down the earring in front of Romeo before scooping the parts and tools back into their respective bundles and into the bag.\n\n\"There, I've replaced the lock so the clasp should work properly now- Though I do suggest getting it taken to be fully replaced when you have the coin or jewels for it. It's not a bad piece by any means, but it could definitely be strengthened.\" His tail reaches up and hooked around the bag, pulling it down and under the counter. He paused at the question and hummed. Business was slow anyways so it didn't hurt to answer.\n\n\"I was born here, well- not here. I was born in this kingdom,\" Coconut started, tripping over his words as he spoke. \"I travel a lot, but between the Sea kingdom and here- it's where I get my best business. I tend to dry out really easily, my body just wasn't made for heat.\" He finished after stumbling his way through the entire answer.\n╘════════════════════════════════════════╛\nNot my usual quality but whoo- got smthn out"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Kirbs** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "He shook his head while closing his eyes with a sigh- he was just about to repeat that he could pay him without a problem- but the his eyes saw the quick and elegant, as well as extraordinary precise. Romeo definitely let his mouth open for a while before he caught his awe again.\n\"That was- really fast, and precise! How can you even handle such small tools?\"\nHe seemed to search for his eyes again, he knew at least they were green now-...A pretty green.\n\"Anyways-...Thank you for your work but-\"\nThe hybrid reached into his pouch and pulled out a small- surprisingly red as well -sack, which jingled with the coins within.\n\n\"So... It can be strengthened? Is it possible without exchanging that part-? Something like... I don't know- melting a layer over it?\"\nClearly he had absolutely no idea on how possible it'll be to fulfill his request- but he did sound desperate, the gentle angelic tone within his voice being quite challenging to deny. He held onto his purse with both his talons while leaning his head closer down to his earring, then lifting his gaze towards the eyes hidden behind the veil.\n\"Name me a price that would correspond with your efforts\""
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "In fact- he has been everywhere on pyrriah before, but he often goes back to the rainforest, especially cause the festivals there are always welcoming his music-\n\nBUT, how about they would coincidentally meet in a spa? I bet the Sandwing's would have like a building directly at the river which would provide several pools with heated water, serving snacks like plates full of fresh fruits and even messages? Maybe Coconut would once in a while allow himself a relaxing and curing day-...And surprisingly just getting his own thermal pool beside Romeo's."
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Outside the mid-days were just as hot as they always been, the air being uncomfortably dry and warm.\nIn this building- the air was warm as well, but unlike outside the wetness was brought by quite the foggy atmosphere, never letting anyone collapse due to dehydration. The hall behind the reception where you'd get your wooden check-in plates, stretched out with a round structure holding the ceiling full of colourful windows, each showing a Sandwing in a different position with its small glass parts that had been heated together. Beneath each window was a pool, which was separated from another and another following. There was quite the amount of dragons walking around- either leaving or heading towards their message session, just relaxing in their own pools- which some were shared by another dragon or went to another area, a sauna of sorts to relief their scales of all those toxins.\n\nIn one of the baths a particular outstanding dragon was relaxing in, leaning against the edge with their head sweetly resting on their forearms while the bubbling water massages his scales, red and white scales. Of course there were other unique dragons around as well, not surprising that the majority weren't Sandwings but dragons that normally are used to different temperatures."
},
{
"author": "\"Coconut\" Bejeweled Memories",
"message": "A bit away from the bathes was a cream and brown dragon, golden scales catching the light as he talked to the spa worker. It was a rare sight for him to not be seen in his paints and veils. Although it wasn't clear what he was talking about with the other dragon, he seemed to be very happy to talk to her. He patted her head before he turned and started to walk. The spa worker padded alongside him and pointed to a bathing pool next to the sandwing hybrid.\n\nCoconut gave a surprise hum, he wasn't expecting to see the kid again after he repaired the earing. The spa dragon seemed concerned at his reaction and he assured her it was fine before slipping into the pool with a sigh. His talons ached from walking everywhere and he couldn't wait until the day he would finally metamorphize and be able to fly. It wasn't bad being able to see the world- but a lot of it was not built for those stuck on the ground.\n\nThe spa worker seemed to vanish for a second before reappering with a glass filled with some sort of flavored shave ice, winking at Coconut before hurrying back to her job. He giggled at her antics and picked a strawberry off the top of the drink and slipped it into his mouth with a content noise."
}
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{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "*The sun was terribly blasting today-...* He thought as he squinted his eyes to take a look at the clear sky- at least he tried to, what obviously failed as his eyes met god- instantly shoving his gaze back down to all those dragons walking past him. It's was an awful time to arrange new materials for his experiments... But he had to learn that guardians are much more on the look out throughout the night than during the day... Probably cause chasing after a criminal mid day would be a pain in the ass among all these other dragons.\n\nSilencer stopped by a shop selling needles and glass bottles, mainly for chemical reaction purposes. His poisonous greenish eyes slowly wandered across the material-... Just as he'd pick out couple of things he needed his talon reached back to his leathery bag attached to his side- just to notice something would be missing..."
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "It was starting to get to him, the blaze of the glorious yet annoying pain in the ass that was called the sun. He reached at the gourd hanging from his neck and popped open the top tilting it up, only for nothing to slip out. An annoyed thump of his tail as he felt the thrum of a migraine hit. It had been a while since he's been able to weave with his silk in peace. The dehydration and heat causing him to mess up his weaving, so no flow of cash has flown into his web yet. This lead to him not being able to afford any fresh water. \n\n*Fuck...* His foggy gaze only found itself leading him into a shaded store. From there it was blank...\n\n*\"Hey watch it!\"* Hissed a ruffled sandwing before shoving Dew out of the way.\n\n A few moments later that he realized he had been bumping into a few sandwings, his thwart began thumping wildly as he looked down to a view with a brand new satchel in his talons.\n\n*Uh oh...*"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "His ears perked yo in surprise as he turned his head, still pretty much with an expression-neutral gaze. The Sandwing was able to catch a glance of an oddly colourful tail vanishing from his view and slithering away between the masses of dragons. \n\nA smirk slipped through his nostrils. It's been quite the while someone stole from him... He still has that Rainwing's talon smelted into a glassy orb as a trophy somewhere in his shelves at home. While *Good memories* Rushed through his mind he already began following the Seasilk...\nDew would suddenly feel an old cold in his back- despite all the heat beaming down at him an uncomfortable feeling would urge him to take a look around. There- several dragons seemed to be concerned about something as well... Or someone in this case. A scarred Sandwing slowly and calmly walked after him... But despite his entire appearance seeming so casual the other dragons around him either quickly scattered or even jumped out of his way. As Dew's eyes met with the poisonous greenish eyes of the Sandwing- which seemed to urge for his soul's internal suffering -he'd understand at spot why no one wanted to bump into him on accident. \nWithout a reason and through the chattering and sounds of the marketplace a calm but threatening voice pierced itself into the Hybrid's ears as if lost souls would sing it right beside him out of the aether.\n\n*🎶\"Oh thief,thief,thief,...Do not bother to leave. Oh~ crimes, crimes, crimes,...No one will hear your whines~\"🎵*"
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "An almost toxic green gaze met his amber eyes and Dew felt his soul already fade into non existence. A shudder ran down his spine before simply rushing away, was THAT the guy he stole from?? Seriously?? Was he that out of it to steal from some of the scariest dragons in the entire city?? Plus, by his size and stature CLEARLY showed this dragon was not someone to play with.\n\nHis heart was literally in his throat at this point, rapid flashes of '*Im sorry!*' 'Leave me alone!*' from his markings was all he could muster out of his already weak and quite frankly failing body. It was a fair game of cat and mouse at this rate, Dew clobbered over a few boxes that blocked an alley way in hopes of getting away. With a few kicks he was easily able to get to the far end of the alley way only to be blocked off by an over crowded road. Lights flashing more panicked signals with almost record breaking time, *Please!* *No!* *Help!!* \n\nHe knew it was rather hopeless but he didn't wish to be killed before finding his mother over a stupid satchel!"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Silencer couldn't guess why that hybrid only used aquatic for his desperate cries for forgiveness... Which he obviously didn't even shed a thought about, just as his talons quietly stepped over the fallen over boxes that lead a trail to where his *Prey* Left to. Silencer slowly understood over the years what these light signals meant- exactly in that order and pattern. It wouldn't be his first encounter with a seawing... All of their *Emergency lights* Were similar to each other, that's why he could guess more or less what scream for help these would be.\n\nFor a brief moment hope and determination burned in Dew's chest- but that glassy structure was at once shattered in millions of pieces as a talon closed with a tight grip around the Seasilk's snout, another pressure would be caused by an arm getting pressed against his throat before he'd be pulled back into the dark ally... Behind a corner and outside of the view of any civilians.\n\n\"Now now~ ssshhhhh calm your guts you-...Hm...\"\n\nSilencer paused in mid sentence, while still holding his prey's snout shut he took away his second talon thrown his throat and rubbed his claws together. Despite the warm radiating scales each Sandwing would have- Silencer still sent a frosty north wind over Dew's scales than longer he held his snout shut.\n\n\"...You're dried out... Well these temperatures around here really suck for you Seawings, hm? Now- give me a nod if you're willing to cooperate and won't scream when I take my talons back\"\n\nThe Seasilk could probably still feel the eyes of a predator starring down at his neck- but... It was better than having claws or worse, a blade to your throat."
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "It was honestly so scary that at this point his flashing lights were just a jumble mess of mixed up words until just brightly flashing consistently as the older dragon had begun to drag the hybrid away.\n\nShould he start throwing blaze silk?? Would it even stop them?? Why was the satchel this damn important that he was practically being dragged to a shadowy death!!! \n\n*\"Now now~\"* The older males voice made his eyes burn with tears as he tried thrashing, his head growing faint at the excess waste of hydration from his body. It was honestly making him not comprehend what the other was saying until he heard *'take my talons back.'*\n\nWhen the offer of freedom was offered, he felt his eyes widen. Thoroughly nodding, Dew felt a sick feeling of relief. It was then that his lights stilled in dark before flashing. \n\n*'Thank you, please do not lie.'* \n\nIt was honestly shameful that he had just said thank you for quite literally being offered to be let go of."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Slowly the talon around his snout would loosen its grip before vanishing out of his probably blurry view by now. Silencer noticed the flashing light pattern again- squinting his eyes as he searched for Dew's.\n\n\" *Thank you, hello no pie*...? Talk normally- I gave up on learning aquatic-\" \n\nHis voice was clear, calm but ordering- definitely a tone not to disappoint. The Sandwing leaned against the wall behind them, the metal rings that held the coat of-...Were those dragon scales from a different species? -jingled against the brick wall just as the many gadgets he still had clipped around him on two belts. With crossed arms and another of those ordering slightly threatening gazes he spoke while studying the dry scales... That were supposed to glitter in the sunlight like pearls and not like unpolished stone.\n\n\"...Also- mind giving me back what you have stolen? If you're cooperative I won't have to lay hand on you again.\nBesides-...\"\n\nHis eyes gazed up and down that fragile structure of a dragon... Beautifully shaped and variously coloured, but fallen to the consequences of total dehydration.\n\n\"You look like a dried squid sold with curry sauce and rice crackers on a stick- there's a thermal bath nearby... 'Oriental-Oasis' or however that's called\"\n\nHe recommended, definitely slapping an offer on taking him to a chance of recovering from all the dryness and heat... But what would he want in exchange?"
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "Antennae twitching thoughtfully, he tilted his head confused, what did this dragon mean?? Dew assumed everyone knew Aquatic.. In fact that horrible translation almost made his choke on laughter. He would've actually, if he didn't care for his life. \n\n*\"Uhm.\"* His voice quietly huffed out, *\"Thank you, please do not lie.\"* The Seasilk properly translated, an awkward tone holding onto his voice as if it what the dragon said was otherworldly. \n\n*\"Oh yeah,\"* He looked into his talons, which still clenched around the satchel as if it were his life line. *\"I apologize.. For that. I don't know what took over me, I would've given it back earlier but...\"* He went quiet again and looked to the side nervously, talons coming up to scratch as his neck. *\"You were.. Already chasing me.\"* He leaned forward with the satchel out, offering the owner his item back as they spoke.\n\nHowever his ears perked up before he jerked back in embarrassment, *\"Excuse me?!\"* The dragon opened his maw to argue but.. Fell short on words as he understood that he wasn't exactly the most good looking dragon. Quickly recovering though, he felt a smile brighten his face at the inference of the offer before pausing\n\nHe wasn't the brightest but he knew dragons, especially Sandwings and the dragon before him, didn't and wouldn't do things like that for free. Unsure, he began to speak once again. *\"I don't have any money to pay you back, but..\"* His head tilted in thought, antennae once again swaying. *\"Hm..\"* Dews eyes went over the fellow and their.. *Unique* Style before shifting awkwardly. *\"Would you want silk?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "\"Well tbh you're not the brightest salt-water shell I've met... Most of my **Preys** Tried to stay among people... Cause if their killer is clever, he ain't murdering among crowds...\" Silencer grinned at the Seasilk with raised eyebrows, obviously making his point clear why the chase wasn't dumb from his side. \"...I mean, dark places... No soul around- you do get my point, no?\"\nWith a quick movement his talon snapped around the belt of his satchel and ripped it out of Dew's talon with such force that he'd nearly pull him with it. His humorous expression quickly changed to an annoyed gazing followed by an eye roll. \"Gosh- by the moons who you think you're talking with? I have no interest in- your dried shrimp of a body... Besides, do I look like someone that likes to snatch younglings like you from the street?\" The Sandwing indeed looked more like a warrior, or at least a dragon that has been through a lot according to his body being painted in battle scars... And other unidentifiable scars. So his equipment pointed out to some kind of an assassin-job? Definitely no weapons anywhere similar to a guardians... Anything but honorable and mighty. \n\nHe shifted on his hint legs as he let his talons hang down at first, before clenching onto one of his belts around his waist to hold on. In curiousness he lifted his chin a bit as Dew mentioned Silk- what quite hasn't fell into his talons yet.\n\"Be so kind and explain what-... Your 'silk' is useful for... I haven't done researches about your kind yet\" He said as he already stood on all talons again, giving him a glare as he began walking around him."
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "As the satchel was snatched away, the bug like wings resting on Dews back fluttered awkwardly as Dew tried regaining his balance. After being successful, the word prey made him wince back with disdain and the dragon almost wilted on the spot with all the insults being thrown at him. *\"Yeah, that's true I suppose.\"* His response short and curt before his face began to heat up more at being called a dried shrimp. It was frankly true especially since his scales currently haven't been run under any sort of hydration in.. About a month and a half? \n\nLeaning against the wall opposite of the Sandwing, he huffed with crossed arms. Almost annoyed that this dragon had been running him through the mud as if he were some sort of seal was seriously wounding his ego. This however was short lived as everything else and lead to the Seasilk merely raising a brow bone. *\"Well depends, there's two types of silk.\"* He put up two talons as visual example before continuing, *\"Regular silk is sturdy, sufficiently enough to where it could be used for construction or crafts. It sells for a pretty penny and two which.. I don't really sell.\"* He pulled back his talons and stared at his wrists before sighing. *\"Then there's flame silk. It's.. Basically.. It's a lot really, my mother never explained it to me but there's a few different kinds of it.\"* He weaved a small thread that was golden, *\"For example, some strands will be simple, people usually like these for accessories.. Or really collections honestly.\"*\n\nThen a few strands came out in suit. Glowing faintly was a 'Firefly silk' as DewCatcher explained. Then the next a 'Glow silk' and another a 'Blaze silk' which burned brightly and heavily. It was somewhat nerve wracking that the Seasilk was just out right showing off his only method of defense to someone he didn't know whatsoever."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Those acid green eyes wandered from the Seasilk's eyes down over his neck and to his forearms, watching how talons formed various strands each with a special quirk. Silencer's eyes sparkled with ideas of a use for some of those Dew demonstrated. That sparkle was longing, a burning greed for some kind of use or a goal he'd be drawing out in his thoughts. He let one palm slowly pas over the burning silk strings and a toothy grin- which was somewhat discomforting -formed on his face.\n\n\"Excellent quirk-...Silkwings are really something, huh~?\n\nEither way- if you could answer couple more questions... I'd be pleased~\"\n\nAgain without a warning one of his Talons closed around Dew, grabbing his left wrist before pulling it up to his eyes. His palm was warm and dry... Careful with its grip yet there was no way to loosen it the slightest. Eyes wandered over the parts where there was a poorly protected skin... Where also the silk has been weaved from.\n\n\"-first... That silk used for crafts...\nIs it used like some kind of glue? And if yes, does it need heat to dry? Or exposed to sunlight or air? Is it isolating other liquids when dried?\"\n\nSilencer picked his questions precise and detailed, he was clearly needing them for important projects according to what carefulness his questions intended.\n\n\"...And this flammable silk- is it somewhat like oil that catches on fire when coming in contact with a flick of a flame? And the 'glow-silk'...Will it ever loose its ability to enlighten the darkness?\"\n\nSilencer still held onto Dewcatcher's wrist, seemingly forgetting that he's holding onto a living being and not an experimental object...\nVarious burns could be seen on the back of his wings, beneath the layer of-...Where those scales of a Mudwing?"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Well stamina is definitely not a quirk to ignore"
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "It was rather unnerving, the look that the Sandwing had. Honestly, Dew had no idea how the dragon would even be interested in the silk other than accessorizing purposes. He was nearly about to nod, finding the interest in his abilities somewhat.. Flattering? Albeit creepy in a way. However, his thoughts were quickly shut down as those golden and prickly talons grabbed ahold of his wrist, sensitive to touch as some would say, and an almost low hiss left his maw. The wrists were still sensitive from the metamorphosis, although it was months ago. Due to not having proper sleep and constant travel history body had been in rough shape. His eyes began wincing as the Sandwing rumbled with his questions. \n\n*\"It's more of a weaving matter, I heard that the hives in pantala are almost completely made of silk weaved by hundreds of Silkwings.. At least.. That's what my mother said.\"* Dew replied with a sigh, *\"But depending on the project it could be used alongside glue, with enough silk it's practically unbreakable.. Ah! But it is very flammable, unless if it's made with Flame silk of course.\"* Slowly, he grew more comfortable with the conversation, although still uncomfortable and in pain with that grip on his wrist. \n\n\"If you're talking about Blaze silk, it's.. Somewhat fire itself? Like- look.\" He scrunched up his face in a funny way, clearly confused on how to explain it. \"It's pretty confusing since Flamesilks are pretty rare so no one's really explained it to me either besides my mother.\" He mumbled helplessly. \n\n\"But yes, under right conditions, say a glass lantern, Glow silk will never lose its glow.\" The silk hybrid glanced over the Sandwings features trying to ignore that insanely un comforting look on their face before staring blatantly over the dragons scars and *Wings.*\n\nThose scales glimmered almost like a poisonous bug. In fact, it made him feel just as sick as eating one would. His stomach slowly fell once again and his eyes scattered around the alley."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "He felt the sudden tension in Dew's limb, definitely recognising this particular body language. Remembering what strong grip his mother had back then makes him still wonder today how he survived that hell. At once, the sand-paper like palm closed around the Seasilk's wrist loosened its grip and let him slip his limb back to comfort.\n\n\"I apologise if that hurt, I got carried away\"\n\nSilencer explained sitting down while still letting his poisonous gaze rest on Dew's existence... But- after letting the Seasilk know there was still some kinda of sympathy behind those murderous eyes... Made the shadows around them less dark than they were.\n\n\"If I got that right- that silk is highly durable but in contacts with fire it burns like a scroll thrown into a fireplace? \nIf there's a possibility to avoid that, I'm all ears.\n\nBut your glow silk seems non dangerous, I'd need couple of pounds afterwards-\"\n\nThe Sandwing's eyes focused seriously as Dew began to trail off, seemingly studying the different scales on his wings in discomfort. Both of his wings suddenly opened to its sides- probably making the Seasilk jump as the movement happened so sudden to rip him out of his thoughts.\n\n\"...Let's discuss *Business* On our way to the bathing house... I bet your mother wouldn't let you get a roasted gecko out here, so let's not disappoint her.\"\n\nWith a fluent movement the Sandwing stood up and carried himself with all those gadgets nearly soundless on his talons, only small stones ever so often cracking in protest beneath his claws. What an odd personality... Taking pleasure in scaring the shit out of someone and in the next moment worrying about their health. But this has been Dew's closest interactions since months perhaps... And as much as one part still protested trusting this stranger- and possible killer-... -his entire body was longing for a heavenly merciful treatment to wetten it's dry scales. At least they'd be among other dragons... In a more peaceful area as well."
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "As soon as he was released, the ache somewhat resided. He sat down on his hind legs momentarily, eyes still viewing over the other with a questioning gaze. This dragon was unique in a way, but.. It wasn't as unbearable as before. Although Dew would much rather not be stuck in a dark alley, which.. Seemed somewhat clearer and honestly safer after the small comment of apologeticness, with someone who was obviously dangerous. \n\n*\"I'm alright with giving you that. Although it may take a day or so.\"* His voice rang with a sigh before rubbing at his wrists with a low gaze. *\"Although I'm not sure how to exactly make my silk inflammable, I apologize as well.\" * Although deep down he felt a bit guilty, even if the sandwing had almost.. Gutted him on the spot previously. He had reason to do so. \n\nThe Seasilk merely stared in silence before nodding. Closing his eyes and trying his best not to react to the worrisome view that was the sudden flutter of the Sandwings scale covered wings. Perhaps.. He should swallow down his fear and look past the questionable male in front of him. After all, he's saving his life with such an easy payment for the hybrid it was rather awe inspiring. \n\nStanding up and following in suit behind the Sandwing, he couldn't help but sway his antennae back and forth with each stride. They were like his second set of eyes. Just in case if the dragon who was now leading him away and out of the alley changed his mind and decided to take his silk glands as a trophy of some sorts. \n\n*'ugh...'* His mind rang out as another wave of migraines hit once again. Was he even going to be able to make it at this point? His eyes grew foggy. The sudden adrenaline from the situation earlier was starting to wear off at this rate. It made his scales feel itchy and drier than before. This really sucked."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "\"Tzh- how does that justify an apology? Eventually I'll have a use for that as well...\" \n\nThe Sandwing spoke while putting on his resting bitch face once again while going through the crowd- it seemed fascinating how dragons actually stepped aside just enough for him to pas through carelessly and dragging his companion after. \n\n\"...Of course after you'll get some recovery. Besides, you mentioned your mom before... Is she around here as well?\"\n\nMaybe if was random, maybe he did intend to make the walk easier for his shrimp-wing by walking under as many roofs as possible, staying near the not by sunlight touched areas. Ever so often he threw a look over his shoulder at Dew, just in case... And possibly out of curiosity how his antennae were scanning the area as much as they could through all that tiredness.\n\nA sudden warm wetness hit Dew's face, letting those pale scales slowly regain their colour to the slightest amount of wet they could get. It was steamy, even at the reception, where gusts of cold wet air and blows of warmth wetness hit them like waves one after another. Apparently the public baths were separated in warm and cold pool areas, all freshwater what you could taste in the air. Not to forget- there was a slight smell of herbs in the air... Lavender, cinnamon, pine wood,...And other scents tickled the Seasilk's nose. \n\n\"Two day pass please-\"\n\nThe Sandwing said leaning over the counter and letting couple of coins slide over as well. He paused though before looking over his shoulder and then dropping four more coins on top. \n\n\"The massage area included please~...\"\n\nThe Sandwich behind the counter carefully counted the coins before handing over two polished wooden plates, both in a deep dark read and a golden symbol- the logo of this place -engraved into the wood.\n\nSilencer took both of them and hooked his tail tip on one of Dew's horns- pulling him right after him. Obviously that slight annoyance Dewcatcher had to suffer from- while being pulled through the halls of bathing dragons, on the search for two pools for themselves -would be relieved as soon as they stopped before two pools, both glittering in that slight blueish tone that reflected the small rays of sunlight shining through the small stained windows over their heads. Silencer finally unhooked his tip from Dew's horns, obviously being careful not to cut him with it in the process. A second later before Dew could even complain the Sandwing already threw himself backwards into the water- fresh drops landing on the dries Seasilk's scales and instantly giving them back their colours. \n\n\"Ah~ not too hot... Not too cold, perfect temperature for such shrimps like ya, no?~\"\n\nThe Sandwing sighed satisfied, leaning his shoulders against the edge and letting his talons rest outside the water on the marmot floor."
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "I'm urging for rp rn despite burning eyes and having to stand up in 5h"
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "Dew quickly took notice at the sudden path they were following and couldn't help but wonder if perhaps the Sandwing was doing this for him..?? The Silksea truly couldn't comprehend much more and even beginning to stumble on his talons and feet. The sight resembled a 'on the brink of death' wild beat at this rate. Everything started diluting into colors until suddenly... It was so bad that he could barely reply to the others question besides a jumbled mess of *\"Mhm..\"*....\n\n*\"Water?? Water.. WATER!!\"* His voice scratched out at the sudden steam, scales feeling a heavenly electricity of relief. The scent of herbs that faintly reminded Dew of his home in the Rainforest, wings spreading out in excitement and color slowly seeped over his scales. Almost feeling like he was fresh out of the wild rivers the first time he and his mother found their way into a Rainwing festival. Already feeling utterly revitalized from the steam alone, he couldn't help but be snapped out of it once again when a hooked tail grabbed ahold his horn and began dragging him down a hall. A raw feeling of excitement bubbled in his chest as they passed by rooms that had massive baths, even catching sight of some Seawings here and there. \n\n*\"Wh- Wait! Hey-!!\"* His voice was quickly shut out when suddenly water, perfect.. Beautiful.. LOVELY water came into his amber gaze. The Hybrid squealed in delight at the sudden flush of water before diving down into the water. Trills could've been heard through the herbal water sounding almost exactly like an orcas clicks of joy. \n\nThe Seasilk was so happy, honestly he felt as if he had been in reborn into a new layer of skin and scales. \n\n*\"You are my savior! My angel!\"* The dragons head poked up from the water with a wide toothy grin. A heavy laugh left his chest, coming out in broken hisses. His antennae began to swing around in joy, alongside his tail, causing ripples within the water and splashing puddles onto the floor that resided outside of the baths."
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Silencer slowly fading out of his grin realising the last time he felt a childish joy comparable to Dew's has been a day before his brother's first mission, celebrating his approval and both wrestling on the ground in laughter not knowing what terror awaits them"
},
{
"author": "turronii",
"message": "This is going to be like his healing arc atp, i might kill dew off just to add some more angst/:"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "It's been a while since someone made him laugh like that without his joy being filled with sarcasm the slightest. The way Dew seemingly splashed around like a dragonet that finally was allowed to go out to play after being grounded for nearly a month-...Watching how he swirled around in the pool made his gaze slowly soften- falling into an empty look for once. *\"We shouldn't be here-!\"* Silencer protested towards his older brother who decided to skip combat lessons to show him some kind of 'special place' *\"Ah what you don't say~\"*, *\"We will get into trouble-!\"* But as much as Silencer tried to change his brother's mind- he was too determined. Soon they ended up in some sort of secret ravine, hiding a small oasis beneath the hole in the dessert's ground. He remembered how he fought his brother all day long in that pond secured from the blazing sun... Just for a day the outside world and its cruelty didn't exist.\n\nSilencer flinched at the words -you are my saviour!- and at once his acid predator's eyes lost all that dangerously... Even the unwell feeling of being watched disappeared of Dew's neck for once... The perfectly cooled water being a factor as well, blowing the Seasilk new life into his limbs. Someone called him that before-...But who?...\n*\"You-...You are our savior... Thank you-\" The father said before stepping down into the canalisation with his son, escaping from the by assassins surrounded building. Silencer knew that night he has betrayed his entire clan for one fragile family... And it was worth it... All the pain and violence which would follow that night happened exactly cause of his sudden decision to feel empathy.\n\n\"I'm... Glad you're better now, shrimp\"\n\nBut it stayed at his previous nickname the Sandwing gave him without his consent. He grinned again, closing his eyes as he let his shoulder sink under the water's surface. *I am anything but an Angel...* Silencer thought to himself. It's not like the universe would forgive him for the lives he took and will take...\n\n\"You're hungry by any chance? We can order here a fruity-plate, they always offer small snacks around here.\"\n\nHe began taking off his gear, starting off with the coat of scales around his wings, then his belts and at last his various types of small weapons attached to him. Some he had to shake to get the water out of- obviously being slightly pissed that he haven't thought about talon them off earlier and handing them over at the reception."
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "He's always had a perceptive gaze. So it was noticeable when the Sandwing began to space out, almost blanking out like a corpse. Then, the sudden flinch that made Seasilk jolt back in the water, led Dew to feeling unsure of whether he said something bad or not. It must've been weird or something.. But he truly meant it. His eyes trailed over the Sandwing in thought before dipping his head into the water. Just what would he do?\n\nHonestly, would he even be able to do anything for the time being?? Dews Antennae then began shooting up from the water at the mention of food, it was then that the dragon realized.. When was the last time he had eaten fruits? Let alone meat?? He had been scrounging off of bugs for around a month or so after he limited his spendings.. \n\nThe Seasilk rose his head from the water and began floating on his back in thought, unsure if he should take the chance to also get food. It would be nice but judging from the amount of work ahead of him should he really indulge himself? \n\nThose previously dull lights that littered his body began flashing instinctively as he thought. *'Work.. Swim, Squid..??? Fish brain.'* They were all broken up between his thoughts and cravings now that his stomach finally began to rumble alarmingly. *\"I don't really know, what do you Sandwings enjoy? I wouldn't mind anything but I'd rather we get something you like.\"* He shrugged thoughtlessly before flipping and diving into the water. It was rather deep and enjoyable to swim about before his head popped up at the edge of the bath. Arms folding neatly over one another, his face formed a cheeky grin. *\"You're just spoiling me at this rate, if we do get fruit though I'd enjoy some passion fruit if they provide that here..\"* His grin softly faded away at the words before a more pensive look took its place. \n\n*'home.'* Flashed about his scales only briefly before Dewcatcher leaned his head down, somewhat saddened now at the thought of his mother and their home."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "He placed his last gadget on Top of that little pile behind him, definitely causing concerned looks of the dragons around him... How lucky there weren't any Mudwings in sight -they would quite surely recognise what scales those were. Silencer's gaze fell down on his left side, which has been covered by belts and satchels before but now revealed dirty bandages being slightly soaked in wetness now- \n\n\"Spoiling you? I allowed you to revive your scale's natural beauty and offer you a meal...\nIn exchange of your silk, which I don't need terribly much of, but just enough for a view experiments\"\n\nThe Sandwing explained, untying his bandages and a small wave of red formed under the water. To not completely mess up the clean filtered water around here he fished fresh bandages out of his satchel, tying them pretty rough and tight around his waist... His face tensing up to avoid any showcase of pain.\n\n\"Besides-...Can't let your mom see her boy turned into beef-jerky, no?\"\n\nWith a sigh he ended curing his wound, leaning his back against the edge again while his wings would drop in tiredness under the water's surface together with his tail. His eyes fell with a roll and raised eyebrows, together with only slightly raised mouth corners back on Dewcatcher.\n\n\"Now- except for that poorly passion fruit... Spit your wishes shrimp, wont ask ya twice~\" \n\nIt was somewhat... Weird-...Despite the Sandwing being still unknown to him, nearly teasing Dew to pick something else as well, a familiar parenting feeling grew in between- he couldn't possibly have any experience as a father... Right?"
},
{
"author": "@ .@ Dew Catcher",
"message": "It was only a few moments that he remained a bit saddened before huffing and shaking his head at the remark the Sandwing provided. *\"I was merely kidding, but.. Fair point.\"* The worlds slid off his tongue before swaying his tail thoughtfully. *\"I'm sure my mother may have it worse than me, or.. Well maybe not she always knew how to keep her wealth high.\"* He traced over the rim of the bath with a curved talon, thinking thoughtfully about his mother now that he was practically healed from his mess of a life. Sighing deeply, he shut his eyes and leaned his head over his forearms with a quiet hum. He couldn't help but wonder why the Sandwing got injured, what happened to them? Why were they bleeding ever so faintly.. There were so many questions in his head that he had no way to even word them properly without seeming rude. \n\n*\"I wouldn't mind fruit, watermelon and mango... Some raw fish would be nice too.\"* He mumbled out with a yawn, the soothing water bringing his muscles to a soothing sense of relief that wore off into exhaustion. \n\n*\"If they don't have that then-\"* Another breathy sigh left his lips. *\"Oh well, I'll take some black berries and Bananas.\"* \n\nThis really was such a unique situation, the dragon just a few tails lengths away was the very dragon who almost killed him. But besides doing that he kept him alive. There really was no reason to because before Dew explained Silk uses, the other had no use for him. \n\nHe was kind in an.. Unsettling way, the hybrid supposed quietly before looking around the bath room. It was well decorated in foliage and flowers that he had seen every now and then. They were quite beautiful."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Silencer's eyes remained for a while resting on Dew's visible relaxation... Or more exhaustion after his happiness took over limbs, tail and wings. He has seen before how happy Seawings could be when getting into touch with water after a long period of total dryness... So he figured that sudden change on his facial expression wouldn't only be from exhaustion.\n\nThe Sandwing lifted one of his talons out of the water, raising it just like his gaze towards another Sandwing standing across the room wearing fingerless gloves on all talons in the same reddish colour as their visitor plates would be. In a short moment that Sandwing elegantly walked towards Silencer's and Dew's pool, balancing on the small gap between them as he leaning down to Silencer, who listed him couple of things- asking ever so often if it'll be possible to accomplish. The Sandwing nodded with a soft smile, sharing one to the small hybrid on the other side as well before majestically walking through an door with a plate montages above saying 'employees only'. After they'd be left alone again Silencer's arms joined Dew's on the gap between their pools, crossing them before laying his head down on them as well. He probably slightly jumpscared the Seasilk after his gazed seemed to be trailing off around this place... Inspecting the different types of plants growing vines down from the wooden frames near the ceiling-...It somehow may or may not wake memories of the rainforest. But then his eyes met those greenish glowing emeralds again- that somewhat *Spawned* Just in front of him. Silencer's expression matched Dew's from before, guessing a more relaxed face wouldn't scare the Seasilk like a deadly look.\n\n\"Now-...Tell me, it doesn't really sound like your mother stuck around with you lately- so where is she?\"\n\nFor once his voice didn't sound slow and calm in a threatening murderous way- this time his time was indeed calm, no sarcasm or sadism behind the words he spoke.\n\nSilencer lifted his eyebrows continuing-\n\n\"By the way shrimp- yo mom gave you a name, no?\""
},
{
"author": "turronii",
"message": "H YEAH sorry i haven't been on because of the fact im trying to do a deep cleansing before the new year\n\nBut i'll try replying around this week"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Little note here from ur good old rp-fella:\n\nYou've been gone for a while man. Like dang- pretty long while\nALSO I FORGOT IN JANUARY! Happy new year bud.\nJust sayin I forgot about the rp here as well. Will go down in memories man ✊"
}
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{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ when they got to the ice kingdom she went into a dive, her wings closing before she \"Crashed\" Into the snow, giggling as she shook off, ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat landed a bit more gracefully, shivering slightly as her talons touched the snow. \"Oh wow that's *Cold-*\" She gasped slightly, shaking her talons off, glancing over at Kitti, watching the other dragon happily enjoying the snow."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Would you like me to make you some talon covers next? \" {^~ she giggled watching the other dragon, she didn't seem bothered by the change in temperature ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Ack- Oooh, yikes- Yes please-\" Ver hopped from talon to talon before quickly taking to the air again. \"I completely forgot I'd have my talons in the snow- it's *SO* Cold-\" She shook her claws out, getting the freezing snow off them."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she giggled before taking out her talon covers out of her bag and offering them to her ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "The hybrid, still in the air, carefully took them and put it on, breathing a sigh of relief. \"That's much better... Thanks...\" She replied, landing back in the snow.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" No problem, I keep forgetting not every dragon is as used to the cold as I am-\" {^~ she giggled awkwardly, looking around a bit to make sure no one was gonna try and question ver yet, ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"It's alright... I mean, you'd think I'd be fine, I'm Nightwing and Skywing, both can breathe fire and all that... But the cold really outweighs it...\" Ver sighed, curiously starting to inspect the snow."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" The snow in the ice wing kingdom is colder then the snow you can find on the mountain tops\" {^~ she said taking a deeper breath before exhaling, some white smoke coming from her muzzle before she looked around more, her frill flexing slightly as she watched any minor movement in the snow, the natural hunting instincts peaking through ~^}b"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat nodded. \"No kidding... It's... Crazy.\" She shook her head, starting to enjoy the snow a bit more herself, despite how cold it was on her scales. \"Hehe, it's kinda cool though!\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" You'd love the crystal caves, they echo music so beautifully\" {^` she giggled starting to walk again, her wings curling underneath her cloth ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Ooohhh? What crystal caves???\" Ver shot up from where she'd been flopped on her back on the snow, following Kitti once again."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I spend most my time there, that's where my fur work shop is, I enjoy the pretty crystals and the way they shine with the torch light\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Alright!\" Ver replied cheerily, \"I think I'm going to need a little bit of timw to relax and get used to how chilly it is here first...\" She admitted."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" That's fine, we have plenty of time, the ice wing kingdom is far quieter and less busy then the other kingdoms-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat nodded, trotting alongside Kitti. \"It's kind of beautiful here, in an... Odd way. It seems so plain, but so pretty at the same time...\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" The tundra can be pretty, it is especially pretty at night, the moon light twinkles over the snow much like my scales do in the sun,\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Ooooo-\" The hybrid's eyes were wide, picturing the scene in her mind. \"I can't wait to see that!!\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Luckily for you it's supposed to be a full moon, so it will be extra twinkley ' {^~ she giggled before sitting at one of the resting spots around a fire for visitors, using her frost breath to make herself somewhere to sit ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat seemed quite excited. \"Cooool!\" She sat by the fire, taking care not to burn anything on her, while getting warm. \"I can't wait to see that!\" Ver beamed over at Kitti with a smile."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Hopefully no one mean is on guard duty at the moment- I do not wish to have to explain to anyone why I brought another person into the kingdom-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Well uh... I can just make myself scarce if you need to check whose on duty-?\" Ver suggested hopefully, tilting her head to one side."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she shook her head ~^} \" Isn't to big of a issue, usually my dad and his girlfriend are working at this time with a few others, but the others normally don't matter to much \""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Alright!\" The hybrid saod cheerfully, \"Just as long as it doesn't get you in trouble or something, then let's do it! The Ice Kingdom is super cool, even of it is really chilly...\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I normally don't- and when I do I just have to hunt alittle more then I already do, because of my slim structure I am one of the better hunters in the tribe-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Sweet! So uh... Is there a ppace i can stay here where i can keep warm without really getting into trouble...?\" Ver inquired, starting to glance around."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" We have spare dens you can stay in, or I have a spare room in my den, \" {^~ she said shaking off alittle, her scales starting to get a alittle more vibrant with the cooler air, the more blue colors more noticable with the white snow, unlike a normal Rainwing who's colors got brighter with the sun and how warm they where `^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat brightened up a bit. \"I wouldn't mind staying in the spare room at your den!\" She said cheerfully, \"I mean, I wouldn't mind other spare dens either, I'd just rather be with a friend, yknow?\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she giggled nodding some ~^} \" All I ask is that you don't mess with any projects I have going on without permission- I tend to stay pretty busy-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver nodded. \" I promise i won't mess with them!\" She agreed, \"I'll probably just be practicing singing, or exploring!\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she smiled nudging her slightly before sitting by her and putting her wing over her back gently sorta like a hug before putting her wing down ~^} \" You should fit in nicely around here once you get used to the cold-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat nodded. \"I mean, I'll likely leave the Ice Kingdom at some point to go travel around the continent sometimes, but at least I can come back!\" She said brightly, feeling the chilly wing rest on her back briefly before it was gone."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" We still gotta meet up with dauber at some point for our plantla trip, don't go leaving and not coming back any time soon\" {^` she giggled teasingly ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Ohhh yeaaahhhh, I'll just stay here for a while then! But if your friend can't come in a month or so, I'm doing a quick run around the continent to visit the other kingdoms before coming back!\" Ver countered playfully, also giggling."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I can contact him and set it up for this next full moon?' {^` she said tilting her head ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Good enough!\" Ver nodded vigorously, bouncing up and down. \"This is so excittiiinngg!!\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I do have to warn you, he is a hive wing hybrid- I don't know what your tribes think of them- but most think they are rather violent at times- and I can say he can be- towards his own tribe-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver blinked. \"So long as he isn't violent towards me, I'll have no issues.\" She shrugged."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" He's a anxiety ridden book worm- he's normally a sweet heart just jumpy and a tad protective-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Maybe i could sing for him, help him ease up a bit!\" Ver suggested brightly"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she giggled nodding some ~^} \" You wanna head to my den to set up your room in the mean time?\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Yes, that sounds great!\" The happy dragonet replied, \"Let's do it!\" She agreed eagerly."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she got up, smiling as she headed towards a area with a couple dens, one of them bigger then the others which happened to be the one she was heading to ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver dashed after her, eagerly following right behind the other hybrid, taking in the large den in feont of her. \"This is your den...?\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" .. Is it to small? I can probably get a bigger one if I truly want to-' {^~ she said looking at the other dragon ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Too *Small*!\" Overheat stared at Kitti incredulously, \"This is big enough, you don't need to get a bigger cave!\" She laughed. \"It's more than big enough!\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I got this one for free due to how much food I bring into the tribe so I didn't know if it was fo small-\" {^~ she said giggling alittle before heading inside ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Nahhh, it's fine! Beyter than an alleyways anyways.\" Vwr saod cheerfully, \"Well... Once I'm settled, i think I'll just conk out and sleep for the majority of fhe night after looking outside for a bit to see the snow under the moons...\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" That is alright with me, your room is the one with the sapphire jewel curtains over the door,\" {^~ she said nodding to it ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Okay!\" Ver soon got settled in, then sat just putside of rhe cave to watch the moons rise and shine down on the snow... Eventually, howver, Ver drifted off, flopped in the snow outside, sleepily dozing peacefully..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she came out of her room after a bit, looking around before going outside and tilting her head alittle ~^} \" Ver-?\" =^~ she said walking over to the dragon before sighing and carefully managing to get her up onto her back, being mindful of her spikes as she brought ver inside to her room ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver remained happily asleep the whole time, even as she was carried inside, snoring softly..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she layed her down on a soft fur and cloth bed that she had put in the room before, blowing out the candles around the room before leaving to let her sleep ~^}\n\n{^~ she had went out and grabbed some artic fox for them to eat, thinking over if she should cook it for ver or not ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver was happily exploring and generally enjoying her time in the Ice Kingdom, also making sure to practice her singing!"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she decided to store the fox for later before heading out, going to check on who was working and make sure everyone she actually had any mind worrying about was doing alright, eventually stopping and just laying in the snow by the lake, enjoying the cold snow against her scaled as she watched the water move under the ice, randomly clawing at the ice to see the scratch marks her claws left ~^\\"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Once Ver was finished her her morning singing practice and breakfast and all, she happily sat outside, enjoying the view along with the crisp, cold air... She was waiting for Kitti to be done with whatever business she had to do, as Overheat wanted to hang out woth hee new friend more."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she returned after a while, a bag over her shoulders with some fur from her work shop, her scales nearly white at the moment as she had a close call with some falling rocks in the cave and was still alittle shook, ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Hi Kitti!\" Overheat waved energetically at the other hybrid, happy to see her friend back safe and sound."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Hello ver, how are you today?' {^` she asked offering the other dragon a smile as she set her bag down ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"I'm doing well, thanks! You?\" Ver replied, sitting by Kitti."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Pretty good, had a close call with some rocks but I'll be fine, \" {^~ she said shaking off slightly to get the little bit of snow off of her ~^{"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Overheat nodded. \"Well, I'm glad you're okay! Got any other plans today...?\" She inquired curiously."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Not really- was gonna do some fur work and relax for a bit-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Sounds good to me!\" Ver replied cheerfully with a nod, \"I might get something to eat...\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I caught us some artic fox- it's stored away in the kitchen- I didn't know if you would want yours cooked or not so I put it aside \""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Oh that's alright!\" Overheat trotted off to get some of the fox to munch on in order to sate her hunger. \"Thank you!\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she went to her room and grabbed some of the other supplies she needed before going to the main room and starting to cut pieces out of the fur ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver watched curiously, but kept a respectful distance so she didn't annoy or make Kitti uncomfortable"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" You know, people say that having friends in other tribes can be interesting, do to the differences of how the tribes are raised and the environment they are raised in,\" {^~ she mumbled, really just rambling, ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "The hybrid tulted her head slightly. \"I totally agree with that. I like going to all the other kingdoms, because i enjoy meeting dragons from different tribes!\" She gave Kitti a smile, Ver's tail curling nearly around her talons, which currently had the fur-covered mitts on."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" What have you gathered of ice wings since you've been here? \" {^~ she asked, putting a quill between her teeth as she pulled some furs together to start sewing them to be one ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Well, they don't seem to be quite so easygoing as other tribes might be, like... Totally different from Rainwings.\" Overheat said thoughtfully, \"But they seem nice enough! I'd just prefer not to accidentally get whacked by one of those tails... The spiky ends look like they'd hurt a lot.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Matters who you accidentally get hit by- or purposely- mine are rather dull ends do to me breaking the tips off during my cave exploration, my dad's are sharp, he uses them to cause injuries when he needs to during work,\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver nodded slowly. \"Still, wpuld rather not be hit by any spiked tails.\" She stated."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she thought a second ~^} \" I wonder how bad it would hurt to be stung by a hive wing or a sand wing- I mean yeah they both have poisonous barbs- but without the poison would it actually hurt more then just a regular claw?\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"Well... Probably a lot... I mean they have poison and stuff.\" Ver said slowly, scrunching up her snout in thought. After a while of relaxing, Ver hesitantly decided that... Well... Maybe she should come clean. Kitti had been a awfully nice and generous to her... Ver was glad to have such a dragon as a friend. \"Kitti... Erm... I should probably tell you a bit more about myself, since we're going to be sticking together quite a bit... And you've been super nice and generous too...\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she nodded slightly, tho she didn't have a big reaction like most other dragons would ~^} \" If you wish to then you can, I don't mind either way,\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver sighed. \"Sooo... It's kinda complicated. See these earrings? The silver one was my mom's, the gold one was my dad's... When i was younger, mom got really sick.\" Ver began to explain quietly, \"We had medicine which was starting to help her feel better, but then... One night, it hit her real bad, and dad discovered we were out of medicine... He flew out into the dark... In a storm... Trying to get to a healer.\" Ver glanced off to the side. \"He died in the storm... B-But he needed to do it, because... ... ...Mom died in the early morning, and i could only sit woth her and watch...\" The dragonet murmured softly with a sigh. \"I've been on my own since then.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she looked at her once she was done talking, her scales having a darker blue color as she thought about what to say, never really being to good with reactions that wouldn't make someone upset ~^} \" I- I'm sorry to hear that- ... Do you want a hug-? I- I don't really know what to say-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "\"I mean... I've been able to manage...\" She mumbled, before scooting over to Kitti and quietly giving her friend a hug. Ver always got emotional talking or thinking about the past..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she squeezed her lightly before letting go after moment, ~^} \" It's okay now- I know it probably still hurts but they are still with you- I don't know what your tribe believes but the ice wings believe that our loved ones who have passed are watching over us- their in the stars- and the northern lights-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Even though Kitti let go, Ver still chose to hug her. After all, well... The hybrid was petty deprived of contact like hugs. \"It does still hurt... I don't like to think about it because it just... Hurts so much.\" She murmured softly."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she rested her head against the others back, ~^} \" It's gonna hurt for a while- but it'll get better- my dad is just starting to get better after my mom left us- if it makes you feel better with what happened we can do things your mom and dad used to like doing with you-\";"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver sniffled quietly, feeling Kitti's head rest on her back. \"I hope so... But it's just never gone away... And I've really been... Afraid of being in a family now, after what happened to my parents... They didn't do anything to deserve what happened...\" Ver was a strong dragonet, that much was clear with how much she'd undergone and persevered through, but... She was still just a dragonet, not quite an adult. And she had a looooot of built up pain..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she put her wing around her lightly ~^} \" They didn't deserve it- but it's not something that would happen again- they probably don't want you hurting from them being gone now- it's better to remember what happened while they were here other then that they are gone-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver bit her lip, snout scrunched up quite a bit, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to keep talking normally. \"I-I...\" She gave up and fell silent, giving a slight nod in reply to the statement."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she looked at her before holding her a bit tighter ~^} \" Don't worry- you don't have to say anything more- just relax- your safe now- your parents are probably proud of how strong you are-\""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver nodded slightly again, feeling a couple tears squeeze out from her tightly closed eyelids, simply just letting Kitti hug her... Truth be told, the hybrid had missed the feeling of being hugged, and cherished the moment, wrapping her wings as well as her arms around the somewhat larger dragon, once again grateful to have Kitti as a friend. \"Th-Thank you...\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Not a problem ver- \" {™~ she said laying her spikes flat so she could nuzzle the other dragon just slightly, ~^} \" Your gonna be okay- I'll make sure of that- \""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver sat quietly for a few moments, then... \"...Could we just... Hug for a while-? I've... ... ...I've missed hugs...\" She asked softly. The hybrid knew they'd both have to continue on with their day at some point, but she didn't want to have to do that just yet, she needed to calm down a bit more first."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Sure, I don't mind hugs \" {^` she said smiling softly, adjusting so she was a bit more comfortable and just holding ver for now, quietly humming something ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver also adjusted her position slightly to lean more comfortably against her friend, enjoying the gentle hug... After a short while, she began to softly hum too, matching the tune Kitti was humming..."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she seemed content like this, her tail curled around ver slightly, her scales getting a pink-ish yellow color to show she was happy~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "But Ver knew all good things had to come to an end eventually... \"...I should let you get back to your day, and I should probably get around to doing something myself.\" She said softly with a slight smile."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she giggled letting go of ver ~^} \" I have nothing truly important to do today, when ever you need a hug feel free to ask tho- \""
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver nodded. \"I will...\" She murmured, before slowly, reluctantly pulling away from the hug. The hyvrid had quite missed contact like hugs and cuddles, she was reluctant to let it go for now, but she knew she had to. For now."
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she watched her alittle, carefully pressing the top of her head to vers shoulder before laying down and going back to her fur work ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Overheat",
"message": "Ver trotted off to explore a bit more and practice her singing outside a bit, feeling a bit better after opening up a little."
},
{
"author": "voidly_",
"message": "Wanna ts to that time?"
}
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{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The night was cool- not cold, the air was wet- not dry- and the spirits were unimpressively high... Calve hated the fact he was essentially forced to attend this 'event' in the Night Kingdom of all places- and of course it'd be no less than the coronation of their new queen. He hated being here with every scale on his beautiful body- but alas- he had to fulfill his duty. \n\nNyx had naively sent invites to the various members of icewing royalty and nobility- none of which wanted to attend... So who better to pin this on than the faithful butler who couldn't- literally couldn't- say no... Eugh- look at all these dragons, nightwings, rainwings, sandwings, silkwings- all in one place, a hodgepodge of tribes- asking for some sort of political assassination- he couldn't tell of Nyx was *Stupid* Or if she was just *Ignorant* - but this was not the time to plan a public coronation - three moons- all nightwings seemed to be as dense as the volcanic rocks they climbed out of thousands of years ago- made a-fool by the once lazier, apathetic rainwings - certainly that left a scar on their reputation- if only their queen at the time, Glory- was it? Had simply sealed their miserable fate on that island all those years ago- then perhaps this peninsula could belong to the sandwings- or dare he think... The icewings?\n\nWell- regardless... He made his flashy presence and affinity for cold solitude known by sitting alone - drinking from a champagne glass filled with more dignified fluid than *Honey mead* Or whatever they were serving at the front. \n\nAny time a dragon tried to approach him- his glare shot them down one by one - he was *Not* In the mood for socializing with *Any* Of them- and not a single one has the status worthy of even *Speaking* To him- Calve was sure Hyperborean would be pleased with his demeanor- and with a scoff sipped his wine- though the sight of a set of pale scales out of the corner of his eye caught his attention- as a spark of surprise lit up his visage as the sight of Snowstorm's approach... He hadn't been expecting another icewing to be here- let alone an icewing he *Knew*- with a sarcastic chortle he welcomed her approach- holding the body of his glass between two talons as he looked her up and down with a smirk. \"Well, aren't *You* A sight for sore eyes, commander Snowstorm~ How in the moons did *You* Get roped into this pathetic excuse for a party?\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She had, underestimated the temperature in the Night Kingdom, it wasn't the worst she had ever dealt with, but it did make it a little difficult to actually relax like she was trying to. A fact that was fairly evident thanks to her expression, seeming even more dour than usual, of course, many dragons avoided her for exactly that, but, it didn't bother her much at all really.*\n\n*She found it rather odd to hold a public ceremony like this even with the myriad of disappearances recently, but it made some amount of logical sense, show whoever had killed the last queen that Nyx wasn't going to live in fear. It put a target on her back for sure, but it at least opened one chance to spend time on herself for once.*\n\n*Eventually, she managed to spot one of the few flashes of the pale scales of an Icewing in attendance, getting closer revealed it to be none other than the Head Butler, practically sulking in the corner alone. The General snorted a chuckle as she caught sight of him sipping at the dark wine, probably something he brought himself given his expression.*\n\n\"Believe it or not, I am here willingly, a, friend, of mine suggested I try to take a day for myself, so I came here while working on a personal project. From what I see, it is the exact opposite for you, Calve?\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "He raised a brow at the fact she was here willingly- somewhat scoffing at the idea of having a choice. \"An 'exact opposite' isn't doing it justice... Eugh.\" He took another large sip from his glass- as if trying to expedite the intoxication process. \"I can't count the number of nobles on a dozen talons that made me come to this awful event- It's absolutely horrid- I have no clue why *You'd* Come of your own will.\" Calve gave a pained look as if he were trying to imagine the strength, he'd have to muster to come here for any reason other than being made to do so.\n\n\"It's so- *Stupid* Everything about it- there's so much wrong with having this ridiculous display of courage- at any point a leafwing or one of the Night Kingdom's many less cordial enemies could simply take her head off with a single swipe-\" He glanced around them as if making sure no one was listening before he made his joke- that was perhaps in terrible taste. \"I'd do it myself if it weren't for the guards... Maybe then I'd get more time off for being a hero to my tribe-\" He snorted at the idea of such a title before taking another sip of wine. \"Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad time if my new boyfriend decided to come...\" He ran a talon along the rim of his glass, his eyes following the talon intently. \"I understand why he couldn't though- but that's enough about *Me* - I'm sure there were plenty icewings party someone of your prestige could've attended tonight - so why choose this place? Hoping there's a little action - some excitement? Certainly, you'd be no pushover for whatever political enemy of Nyx decides to strike.\"\n\nHe gave a long, exasperated sigh. \"Oh- right- you said something about a 'personal project'?~ Do tell- I promise I won't spill the ice water to the nobles- you know how dreadfully chatty they can be- Ah- don't tell me you're looking for love~?\" He teased, sipping from his glass - eager for her reaction."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The ghost of a smirk crossed Snowstorm's snout as Calve complained, she was a little familiar with this side of him, and of his feelings towards Nightwings. It was understandable of course, it was practically impossible to read into the history of Pyrrhia without seeing the conflict between the two tribes,* \"It could be perhaps difficult for some, the journey here was the more difficult than deciding to come, with crossing the desert almost completely unviable.\"\n\n*Calve could see her frown deepen for a second when he made his joke, before it reset once again of course,* \"My guess is that a Nightwing with one of those powers told her it was safe, whether or not it was true, remains to be seen,\" *Her curiosity was piqued by his mention of a boyfriend, and she let out a deep chuckle,* \"Found someone, did you? I wish the both of you well.\"\n\n\"It is because it is inter-tribal that my interest is here, both because I have no wish for over half of the attendees to bow and scrape every time they see me, and because I hope to talk with the other tribes. Though I cannot deny that I am ready to fight, should anything happen,\" *She shook her head slowly,* \"As for my project, it is only in it's beginning stages, and may not be complete in my lifetime even if it begins this day, but it's completion will be for the good of all of Pyrrhia.\"\n\n*A moment after her vague 'explanation', she seemed to realize what else he said, which apparently hit some kind of weak point as she looked away, but not before he caught the embarrassment on her face,* \"Perhaps, in the background,\" *She said in perhaps the smallest voice he had ever heard from the General.*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "\"I suppose you made some stops on your way then? Some of the more... Ambitious of us- on the dreadfully rare occasion we come to this drab dominion- sometimes like to fly out at sea with the cover of nightfall - or early in the morning- saves the dreadful conditions present in the desert, especially if you fancied flying in the heat of the day- though I trust a brilliant tactician such as yourself would have some common sense, no?\" He grinned- as if he had certainly already assumed she had decided to fly last minute in the sweltering heat of the Sand Kingdom's sun- the only reason he wasn't utterly exhausted was because he knew he had to go and thus flew during the night when the desert was coldest. \n\n\"Oh... Right- those *Powers*- honestly, they're so forgettable I hadn't thought of that- but aren't they... Dubiously reliable as best?\" He raised a brow and took a sip from the violet-colored liquid within his glass. \"I think I remember reading an old scroll on 'the dragonets of destiny' - supposedly, it was something dreamed up by a nightwing named Morrowseer - and there was supposed to be a skywing, but it ended up being a *Rainwing* Instead- not only that, but they had a defective sandwing too- it was truly a miracle if the texts are to be believed- that *They* Ended the war of sandwing succession.\"\n\nCalve smiled and nodded with an air of pride. \"Mhm! You'll ever guess who- oh - but he does visit the palace from time to time, loves his little pet penguins- and is wearily romantic for a businessman.\" He chuckled and put a talon in front of his mouth as if he wasn't supposed to say the last bit. \n\n\"Hm, you've thoroughly hooked me on your project then- something that'll be for the good of the entire continent... *Hopefully* Putting icewings first, I trust?~\" His face lit up like the northern lights at her unusual demeanor. \"Oh? Eying someone- misses big bad icewing commander?~ You know I could *Always* Put in a good word for you here and there- no strings attached.\" He snorted with a smile- \"I don't think I've ever seen your face turn so blue ever since I've known you- so now you *Have* To tell me- don't tell me- is it Caribou? No- Borealis? No no- it has to be Cyclone- never knew you cared for romantics~\" He teased openly- hoping for her to cave in like a snow tunnel for the sake of correcting his guesses."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"I stopped to visit my sister, she lives in the mountains,\" *She confirmed, leaving out the small visit to the Rainforest on her way to the party, as much as she disliked the temperatures there, she liked her friends somewhat more.*\n\n\"As far as the records go, the details were off, but the broad strokes still happened, begging the question, what makes a prophecy, the words themselves, or the actions of those who believe?\" *She ignored the referral to the Sandwing as 'defective', reports, of course, were conflicting, but she still didn't think that calling anyone defective was very, right.*\n\n*How he acted just talking about his boyfriend made her smile, it was something she hoped for herself, eventually,* \"I do not have anyone, specific, but, I suppose I do not make myself very, available,\" *His teasing brought a chuff of, admittedly lighthearted, annoyance,* \"I would be lying, if I did not admit that I regret not looking earlier. I would be, grateful if you were able to help in that regard,\" *It would seem that even saying what she had so far had her blue-er than even Calve's usual colors, alongside her body language, which practically screamed the nervousness and embarrassment that her practiced stoicism struggled to hold in.*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "He nodded at the visit to the mountains- thinking of a moment in time where he had visited the mountains in the Sky Kingdom only to come across a peculiar ashscale - or what looked like an ashscale - towards the peaks of the claws of clouds mountain. \"I trust your visit went well seeing as you made it here...\"\n\nHe thought on her comment for a moment. \"Touche, I suppose... But is it not the nightwing's job to deliver a prophecy with the utmost clarity?- I recall they used to pride themselves on their little prophecies- more than they do these days- and that's *Saying* Something- being wrong must be nothing short of an ego death.\" He snorted at the thought of a nightwing in dismay about getting something wrong- surely it must've been a hilarious sight to see the 'mysterious' - 'arrogant' nightwing at its lowest - certainly it was a somewhat sadistic nature to Calve that even he was taken aback by for a moment as his snout wrinkled as if his win had spontaneously gone sour.\n\nCalve leaned closer - once sitting in a prim, proper posture, now somewhat curling towards Snowstorm as she seemed to open up like a mollusk before his very eyes. \"Hearing those words from *You* Of all dragons... My my- what has happened to the *Real* General Snowstorm?~ I should certainly warn Hyperborean his best general's been replaced with some kind of mimic~\" He feigned a worried expression that faded into a sly grin. \"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't nice to see this...\" He gestured to her as he took a sip of his wine. \"Side of you- Obviously- we're much different dragons on the jobs, but even still- it's hard to believe the battle worn soldier who's quick to scold those under her command for laziness- is really as soft as a seal's fur. No worries, dear- I'll see what I can do...\" He placed a gentle, reassuring talon on her shoulder. \"You know- you've had many admirers - you've just had a knack for scaring them off~\" He chuckled in a lighthearted manner as he began to think of potential suitors for his colleague- though in truth, he had no clue what her type was- or if she had one... \"Well- what do you *Look* For in a dragon? That has to be the foundation for my ability to make *Any* Calls of course.\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*As 'mad' as she was at his teasing, she couldn't deny that she had bottled those emotions for decades, and it took quite a bit from her to admit them. She doubted she would be able to at all for anyone other than Calve, not just for considering him a friend, but also the relative closeness of their ranks in the palace.*\n\n\"Great Ice Spirits, why did I think coming to you with this was a good idea?\" *She asked exasperatedly, shaking her head in a surprisingly cheerful way,* \"To be frank, being able to talk about this side of me is, refreshing. You can thank my sister for convincing me to do this, by the way, I would never have had the, courage, to talk about my feelings without the talk I had when I visited her.\"\n\n*She didn't react that much when he put a talon on her shoulder, but at least she didn't immediately try to push him off. The realization that a lot of dragons were interested in her was a surprise she certainly wasn't expecting,* \"Really? I had never noticed, I suppose I was stuck in my working mindset, and I never even realized that from anyone...\"\n\n*With his question, she stopped to think, fully considering her words before responding,* \"Truthfully, I hope to find someone who...\" *She shifted her stance, apparently struggling to say what she was thinking,* \"I want someone who will treat me like 'Snowstorm', and not 'General Snowstorm', someone who will make me feel like a dragoness,\" *Her words were barely a whisper, apparently only wanting him to be able to hear, despite the fact that there was no one around them,* \"It would be nice if they were close to my age and size, but I know most don't wait until their sixtys to find a mate.\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "He had a good laugh at her comment - seeming overjoyed by her reaction to the circumstances. \"You came to me because I'm the *Best* In our great king's court when it comes to giving advice, duh~\" He chuckled, finishing off his glass of wine and setting the glass down on a decorated table behind him. \"*The* General Snowstorm is *Scared* Of something?~\" He raised an eyebrow, his voice in an exaggerated questioning if not suggestive manner. \"Seems out of all the foes she's faced - only the great, magnificent, oh - and might I say royally handsome Calve is the only one that can help her fend off such a mighty adversary as...*Her own feelings.~*\" The butler had another goo round of hearty laughter - waving a talon dismissively. 'Okay okay- I'm *Done* Teasing you for now- no promises as the night progresses.\" \n\nHe nodded at her question. \"Most certainly- though I suppose us palace dragons aren't exactly known for being particularly expressive of how we feel - but the language of the court is *Subtlety*. It's of no surprise you might not have noticed, your duty as a soldier leaves you somewhat removed from the more social aspects surrounding the palace and its members... Little things like posture, softer expression- maybe you received a late-night cup of tea delivered by yours truly?~ All of those were little nudges from your admirers- If I knew you didn't *Know* I would've told you.\" He chuckled nervously tapping a talon to his chin.\n\nCalve was taken aback by her transparency tonight - it felt almost uncanny- like he was talking to a completely different dragon that just so happened to be wearing Snowstorm's scales. \"I believe that's something all dragons are looking for when it comes to the realm of romance, so no need to be embarrassed about such a thing- Your best bet it to find someone while you're off-duty- Oh! Perhaps you could find someone in one of those quaint little outskirt villages? I'm sure no one out there knows of your title or authority like the dragons within the palace walls do. If you went out there, you'd just be 'Snowstorm' like you've wanted.\" He seemed to realize he said something off- particularly in the way of romance outside of your prescribed caste, which wasn't typically encouraged within their society - nobles and members of the court were typically meant to mate within the circle. \"Apologies if I spoke out of turn- must've been the wine- aha...\" He gave her a nervous smile, hoping his words didn't offend, even if she seemed to be in a lighter mood than usual. \n\nHe made sure to keep his voice low - just in case someone might've been eavesdropping, or trying to - \"I understand - though, there are certainly individuals in your bracket- though perhaps not as overtly emotionally available as someone a snowflake or so younger.\" He seemed to be giving Snowstorm's conundrum a great deal of thought as he rubbed his chin. \"We're... Off duty, yes? So- I suppose I don't have to have a facade as harsh as I do when I'm standing right next to his majesty- but...\" He seemed nervous all of a sudden, but eager to get the words out, nonetheless. \"I *Know* We're not supposed to- *But* It would increase your opportunities to find someone if you... Perhaps looked outside of the tribe?\" He cringed at his own words, more so because he half expected to be scolded for such a suggestion.\n\n\"L-like I said, plenty of snow rabbits in the taiga of our home- but, it might be worth considering. I only worry what such a thing would mean for your position as general if someone *Knew*- and... I'm sorry for suggestion something that could put your career at risk- I shouldn't've said anything...\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm actually seemed to laugh alongside him, but it was still shorter and a lot quieter, it wasn't much all things considered, but it was something,* \"You should hope for your sake you are, I was getting ready to start hitting you,\" *She said, while lightly slapping him on the shoulder with her tail. Moving on from the banter, she thought for a second before nodding,* \"I do remember that, aye. I thought they were from you, making sure I kept myself feeling well. I do suppose it makes sense, it's not like training included courtly manner training.\"\n\n*She saw his reaction to her speaking candidly, and said,* \"What? Did you think you had a monopoly on lightening up a little while off duty? I just happen to, not let myself go off duty much, at all,\" *She thought about his advice, and considered it for a good few moments, before she realized what it was he actually apologized for. She had learned about the ancient 'Circle' system when she was a Dragonet, and about the end of it, but as time went on, the noble court soft adopted the system again, something about bloodline preservation, nonsense to her, but as the Head Butler, of course Calve would be immersed in that system at all times. She shook her head,* \"You forget Calve, I am only a 'noble' in that I spend most of my time in the palace, if they have problems with me going outside of the noble class, then they can have their problems, they won't have the guts to say anything about it, and no one would try and have me removed from my position, not without a fight,\" *She said, pulling herself up to full height, she was, of course, rather massive, thanks to her lifetime of training and combat experience and age.*\n\n*The General let out a deep 'hmm' at his more quiet suggestion,* \"I suppose it is not impossible, my sister has a dragonet with a Skywing, but she lives outside of the kingdom. A last resort, possibly,\" *Though her mind did turn to a Sandwing, it could help ease tensions...*"
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "He chuckles at her playful tail whack- \"And rough up the palace's most valuable dragon?~ You know I can't stand a scale out of place on myself.\" He scoffed and turned his head up with a grin- though returning to meet her gaze as she spoke about her recollection of events. \"Don't get me wrong- I love checking in on other dragons- but if I'm not explicitly given a request, I'm not *Exactly* Allowed to go off on my own - I have to stay somewhere around the main hall so the staff can find me and compromising that availability without a good reason wouldn't exactly bode well for palace affairs.\" He explained it in a meticulous manner, ending it with a shrug. \"Well, it's never too late to learn from the best~\" He struck a dramatic, but regal pose with a soft chortle escaping his lips. \n\nHe seemed to lighten up at her bold take on his words, giving a reassured nod and smile. \"Of course of course- silly of me to be worried about *You* Of all dragons- I just don't want dragons you think of as friends to rapidly turn from smiles to glares the moment they *Know* Something's up... The lot of them are more venomous than dragonbite vipers- best not to trust a word that slips through their toothy grins unless it's about business and *Only* Business.\" He gave her a cautionary glance out of the corner of his eyes.\n\n\"Either way... I hope the best for your romantic endeavors- and I'll support whether you marry in cast or out of kingdom entirely... Yes, *Even* If you choose a *Nightwing*.\" He chuckled at the thought of it- finding it to be ridiculous, but still willing to respect his friend's relationship even if it wasn't something he'd ever sign up with - for obvious reasons. \"Oh! And if you find someone, I *Have* To be the first to know, okay?~ Unlike those icicle snouts I've been speaking about, I can keep a secret.\" He flicked his tail with a sly grin on his snout. \"Though... Perhaps I should be calling it a night. I've enjoyed our little chat though- and I'm looking forward to constant and consistent reports, general.~ So if there isn't anything I can do for you- I think I'll retire for the evening... Somewhere.\" He gave a half-disgusted glance around them as if nowhere in the Night Kingdom sounded appealing to him."
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Urgh, if I marry into a noble house I might actually have to take you up on that offer,\" *She said with faux-disgust, if anyone was used to teaching people about noble etiquette, it WOULD be Calve,* \"They are like to gossip that I've gone soft just for looking for a mate at all, let alone question my choice of who, it will do well enough to weed out the political climbers from actual friends in any case. I do appreciate your concern though, you likely hear of most rumors going around, simply because many don't even see anyone they think are below them.\"\n\n*She nodded,* \"Of course, I may end up needing your advice again once I find someone, after all, you know the most of male's desires of any I know,\" *She said with a smirk,* \"Go and try to enjoy yourself, if anyone needs an official from the Ice Kingdom, I am qualified enough to take that position. I believe Queen Nyx has set up some rooms for Icewings, somewhere, made them cold enough to be bearable, they say. I do not know where they actually are however.\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "He seemed rather pleased with her faux-disgust, softly chucking under his breath. \"Then I'll be crossing my talons for such an opportunity to present itself.~\" He did a little bow as if honored to has the prospect of teaching the great General Snowstorm -it'd certainly contribute to his ego that had already gotten out of hand many- *Many* Moons before this meeting. \"I suppose good on you, wat a marvelous outlook on like- If I had any wine left in my glass, I'd toast to it - even if my peers wouldn't be too thrilled at such an idea as breaking the social order.\" He said the last bit in a mocking manner as if he were somewhat fed - up with it as well despite his compliance. \"Eugh, indeed- so... Much... Nonsense, and none of what they have to say is interesting. It's always petty garbage- though I suppose I should be pleased to hear there aren't any recent assassination plots making their way around the circle.\" \n\n\"Pffft-\" If he had been enjoying drink- he would've surely choked at her statement about 'knowing male desires'. \"I suppose I had that one coming to me tonight, hm?~ Now I'm going to have to get you back with a speech at your mateship ceremony.\" He rolled his eyes playfully as he stood and turned away from Snostorm, craning his neck to the side to continue before he took off. \"Hmm, I'll have to see if their rooms are up to par with my... Refined standards. I'm sure if I look annoyed wandering around the square while refusing to ask anyone- someone will eventually point me in the right direction.\" Calve laughed one last time before giving her a respectful nod. \"It was... Interesting- but nice speaking with you this evening. I hope we can talk about soon- keep in touch, okay?~\" With that- he took off, flying towards the heart of the kingdom to find the rumored 'rooms for icewings' Snowstorm had mentioned."
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{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "A rather stressed-looking hybrid made her way into the theatre, ears flicking as he scanned the area. At least she was able to take the day off, he supposed. He was big enough that she was able to have two dragonets strapped to her chest, but the other had to be placed on his back. That was probably for the best, though. The other two were far more outgoing and would have wanted to be in the action, while the back one was better off being able to see the sights whilst being nestled between the large dragon's wings. Another dragonet, older than the other three, pranced around Blackberry's legs, greatly enjoying herself."
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "\"Woah! It's so big!\"\nHer eyes lit up as they too scanned the theatre, nearly vibrating with excitement. She gave quite a few very happy hops, squealing in joy.\n\"Aaaah! Everything's so cool here! I hope they do this every year!\""
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "\"Mm, I hope so too.\"\nBlackberry nodded. The food was good, at least, and everything did look pretty."
},
{
"author": "Burndeath",
"message": "She wasn't a huge fan of crowds, and this giant party was certainly not for her, but she would've *Loved* To see Nyx, despite her awkwardness with officials. It wasn't every day you had a chance to see the Queen, so she wasn't going to waste the chance. She landed near the theatre, her brilliant scales making her pop out amongst the darker colored scales of the Night'Wings around her. She noticed the other hybrid who was there, far more colorful than she was. She quickly scrambled over, tilting her head as she smiled. She was silent, until she spoke. \n\"Hello! I'm Burndeath! What about you?\" She smiled in a friendly manner, keeping some space so she wouldn't completely freak them out."
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "Grahhh Discord didn't send me the notif wtf"
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "He looked over to her, staring in blatant confusion. She wasn't exactly used to just being talked to out of the blue.\n\"... Blackberry.\"\nHis eyes narrowed on the other hybrid."
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "Her head tilted as she stopped in her tracks, also staring up at the new dragon.\n\"Huh. Your scales are cool!\"\nShe commented, scrambling up Blackberry's shoulder to get a closer look."
},
{
"author": "Burndeath",
"message": "\"Hello there, Blackberry! Nice to meet you!\" She nodded happily, before poking her nose up slightly towards the small dragonet. \n\"Thank you! Yours are too!\" She reflected the compliment, flapping her wings slightly before curling them in fully. Her tail swung, before murmuring to herself briefly. She curled her tail in, trying to stay out of the way of the other dragons passing by."
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "Shawty I'm gonna kill discord istg\n\nMaybe it doesn't send for threads????\n\nI thought it sent through ping notifs and stuff before"
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "\"Uh.. Yes. Right, you too.\"\nHe nodded back, though far more awkwardly and with a lot more tentativeness."
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "\"Oh, aw! Thanks!\"\nShe grinned, her tail nearly wagging with how happy the compliment made her. \n\"Did you try the pumpkin soup?? It was soooo good! My Papa made it, but he couldn't be here so we took it with us! I helped with making it, though he did most of the work because I'm not so good at cooking at all.\""
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Basically the final competition for marching band, you win state you are basically the best band in your state."
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{
"author": "Queen Great-white.",
"message": "Great White was feeling absolutely fabulous. She had taken her time to carefully select her attire and accessories, donning her favorite rope necklace and all the beloved items that made her feel truly regal. It had taken some effort to gather and assemble these treasured possessions, but the end result was undeniably worth it.\n\nArriving at Nyx's coronation party, Great White exuded the confidence of a well-prepared queen. Her impeccable appearance spoke to her exquisite taste, a testament to her belief that image held paramount importance in her world. While manners had their place, on this special day, beauty took precedence.\n\nAs she mingled in the midst of the celebration, she couldn't help but be captivated by the grandeur of the moment. It sparked a thought in her mind, a desire to host her own Coronation Party in the not-so-distant future, where she too could revel in the opulence and adoration that came with such an event.\n\nIn the midst of her self-appreciating celebration of her precious accessories, her sharp eyes locked onto a SilkWing guest. Fueled by her natural charm and a curiosity that seldom waned, she gracefully made her way through the crowd toward the visitor. With a friendly smile, she offered a brief yet warm greeting, \"Hello.\""
},
{
"author": "shadyperson_",
"message": "GRAMMARLY IS MY SAVIOUR"
},
{
"author": "Lady Springtail",
"message": "Had she not had years to steel herself against her nerves, Springtail would have jumped, too lost in thought to notice the pale seawing approach. When she did though, she turned her attention fully, offering a low and gracious bow. \nThe grey and white scales were a dead giveaway: while she had never met the queen herself, Springtail made it her duty to keep up with the political scene around the world as well as she could, and had received news of the monochrome dragon rising to her throne.\n\"You must be Queen Great White,\" Springtail began, four wings spreading in imitation of a moth at rest before she rose again. \"It's a pleasure to see you here.\" \nAs soon as she spoke, she bit her tongue to remind herself: she's *Not* A queen here. The intricacies of royal interactions aren't expected of her, only the respect given to those in the courts by citizens. She didn't have keep such a sharp eye on her words as Lady Springtail.\nIn an attempt to steer herself out of the mindset, Springtail spoke again: \"It's lovely tonight, isn't it? The Nightwings know how to plan an... A good party.\" It was difficult. She wasn't used to being *Just* Nobility. Would it weird to say 'opulent'? Was she being weird right now? Was she making the right expressions? Springtail was so used to keeping her face void of emotion, she wasn't sure whether or not she could relax it. So, she smiled, praying to the three moons that it came off as 'normal' and not 'this face is not my own and I'm not used to how it feels.'"
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"author": "Queen Great-white.",
"message": "Great White's laughter echoed as she continued her lighthearted banter, \"It's true, NightWings are renowned for their splendid moon-related festivities. Although, I must admit, my memory might not be sharp.\"\n\nWith regal poise, she turned her attention to the SilkWing guest once again, a polite and curious glint in her eye. \"You must be Lady Springtail, or so I heard from a SilkWing traveler who recently graced the Summer Palace.\" Her gaze held a hint of intrigue.\n\nShe leaned in a touch closer and shared a secret, \"In truth, I don't typically concern myself with the comings and goings of travelers. My royal duties tend to revolve around more serious matters.\" A subtle sigh followed as she pondered the differences in their responsibilities.\n\n\"But,\" She added, her tone reflective, \"I imagine your experiences as a SilkWing noble must offer a unique perspective, far removed from the concerns of a queen.\"\n\nIn truth, she really just guessed that this Silkwing was anywhere near a noble."
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"author": "Lady Springtail",
"message": "\"I've never attended one, myself,\" She admitted. \"I've never left Pantala, actually. The land here is wonderfully diverse.\"\nSpringtail ran her thumb down the delicate chain dressing her throat; even her palms felt different. They were lacking the callouses built up, and it made her itch. \nShe blinked, red eyes betraying her surprise. Springtail hadn't expected anyone to have heard of her, much less remember her name, but then again she supposed the sudden appearance of a noble nobody had heard of before assisting the queen might be a tad out of the ordinary.\n\"Oh, yes, that's me. I assist the queen, when the occasion calls for it.\" *Whenever I'm not dealing with my own hive.* She nodded along as Great White spoke. \"I understand- the responsibilities of a queen must be quite vast, especially with the size of your kingdom.\" She couldn't help defaulting to flattery, but it was in no way a lie- if the seawing kingdom was anything like her own, she couldn't imagine ruling the wide seas.\n\"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure,\" Springtail tried to shrug it off, waving one talon as if to brush the words away. She had no idea what it was like to be a silkwing noble. \"I'm nothing more than- well, than a glorified assistant. It's all paperwork for me.\" And emotional support, but that was nobodies business but her own."
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"author": "shadyperson_",
"message": "I´ll respond tomorow."
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"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "Queen - among other high ranking silkwings- had been invited to this cordial event hosted by Queen Nyx of the Nightwings- naturally, the silkwing knight didn't care much for getting out- or doing anything besides tending to her duties. It was in her nature to always be on-guard, and the fact she had to leave her spear at the entrance was more than obnoxious- but her mother, and queen, Chimaera - insisted that she come and enjoy the festivities an get a break from the hustle and bustle of training, preparing for what felt like inevitable war- and of course- her various duties surrounding her position, but she couldn't help but feel an overbearing and dreadful sense of anxiety- on one hand, what if something terrible happened to Chimaera while she was away- how would she explain - no how would she justify being here if something happened? \n\nShe let out a frustrated sigh and reflected on how this wasn't even a *Party* Through her definition anyways- where was the wrestling? Where was the fighting? - As a true soldier for her kingdom- any 'party' she held, was never as flamboyant and utterly wimpy as this one- it was usually all about combat, and testing the limits of one's speed, strength, dexterity and endurance- Nightwings must have a much different idea of what a good time is, she thought.\n\nRegardless she was... Here, whether she was thrilled about it or not - at Least Nyx seemed nice at a glance when she stepped out on the pavilion earlier, and if Manchineel tried something- it would *Definitely* Be at a celebration like this- plenty of rainwing officials that the knight was sure that old battle axe would love to get rid of to send the Rainforest Kingdom into disarray - and so, totally not awkward in any way- Queen subtly hovered near the largest group of rainwings as if they weren't capable of defending themselves- consequently- not taking a break from her duties like queen Chim - well - no - her *Mother* Asked- she snorted at the thought she wouldn't know anyways, maybe this is just how her knight 'parties'."
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Adonis had heard of the party through rumor and let himself hang around the night kingdom before the festivities formally started. He had watched dragons of all kinds pour in, some of which surprised him. \n\nIn his opinion, *This* Big of a party was too much, even for a queen. There were so many things that could go wrong he was suprised that Nyx thought she had this all handled. Total peace was something he didn't believe in and thought it was bogus. Either way, he wanted to see if there were any familiar faces from across the ocean. \n\nUnderneath the basking moonlight, and through the scents of flowers he actually found the pathways very relaxing. However, his instincts as a mercenary almost completely forbid him from *Not* Being at least a little on edge, even if his goofy smile told a different story. Then he saw a bunch of rainwings perched around and recognized a few. Before you could blink he was spreading his wings out wide and exchanging a few short conversations and pleasantries. There was one thing that stuck out through the mess of shifting colors, however. As he investigated it further he found another silkwing. Delighted, his wings gave a little flutter as he approached her,\n\"Hello there- what are you doing in this mess of rainwings? You look like a firey topaz in a pool of leaves.\"\nHe complimented, before realizing she looked a little familiar and he tiltled his head\n\"I feel like I've seen you before somewhere- Oh, my apologizes, I'm terrible rude, my names Adonis.\"\nHe grinned, his tail flicking happily"
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"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "The knight was quick to acknowledge Adonis' approach- reflexively opening her wings as if to dissuade him from getting *Too* Close- but her skeptical sneer turned to an expression of interest as she slowly closed her wings and looked over the black and blue silkwing that stood before her. \"Apologies, I'm- a little on-edge tonight if you couldn't tell.\" She gave an annoyed look towards the floor- but it was more-so like she was annoyed at her inability to enjoy the rare opportunity to get out and explore a foreign land and foreign culture- it's just- she couldn't ignore the issue of safety in such a time of brewing conflict. \n\nHer face softened a bit, and she cleared her throat. \"I'm here to make sure a certain queen that's past her expiration date doesn't try something tonight- would certainly be easier if they didn't take my equipment from me at the gates, but - whatever - I could take a couple leafwings with my bare talons alone!\" She oozed a sense of confidence that her physique certainly lended credence towards.\n\n\"Maybe it's a good thing I'm sticking out! Any would-be assassins might not be so confident if they thought I was gonna knock their teeth out of their head if they tried something. Heh, you're not too rough on the eyes yourself- like a black opal kind of, though you kind of blend in a little with the nightwings.\" She gave a confident smirk - her double pupiled mutation signifying her genetic relation to Chimaera- thus making her a princess as well as a knight- and listened to Adonis- somewhat surprised anyone felt like approaching her- especially with her body-language indicating that an approach probably wouldn't've been in someone's best interests. \n\n\"It's nice to meet you, Adonis- I'm Queen...\" She raised an eyebrow and chuckled. \"Well, not *The*Queen- but my name is *Queen*- it can kind of be confusing - but I feel like I was born to lead, if not on the throne- then I'll be the one leading the charge into Manchineel's palace.\" She gave an assertive nod- as if begging to make good on that claim. \"As for seeing me somewhere- I'm actually the head of the royal guard- and personal knight to the queen. You might not recognize my face though- I'm usually wearing my totally badass helmet! I asked the blacksmith to make is to be especially intimidating- and I think it does it's job well, what do you think?\""
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"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Like wym i need to put EFFORT"
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Her jumpiness was hardly surprising as he folding his wings back a little to appear less threatening. Well, not like he was threatening to begin with. *Well* Maybe a little but because of the bright red on his talons. Who knows! He could see how tense she was and he related to that feeling. Although, he had to hide it a little more. Hide it from any non-silkwings of course. He was a mercenary but he did come back home to visit his tribe and carry out any tasks needed of him. Adonis wasn't the most *Well* Known assassin, but he still did what he needed to. And got a hefty chunk of change to match.\n\nQueen's statement made him blink a little bit. He personally didn't concern himself too much with the war. Although he would happily defend his tribe and rip apart a leafwing in an instant. The thought made him wonder what *Would* Happen, and if his antsy nature wasn't for nothing. When she mentioned assassins he could help but giggle a little bit in the irony, his face turned back into a playful smile when she complimented him back. \nThat was when he recognized her features, cursing himself for not recognizing her sooner. He knew he saw those scales somewhere, but she did remind him that he had never seen her face before. Especially not up close like this. \n\n\"Oh yes- don't worry I understand. I do believe I have seen you before then. Although you *Were* Hiding behind your scary helmet. It truly is a piece of work I must say. Gave me shivers,\"\nHe replied, recollecting the little details he knew about her. He flicked his tail and remembered how on edge she looked when he first approached and pointed out\n\"I do think you could loosen up a tad though, I know it's a little difficult but now you have the party *Master* At you're service."
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"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "She raised an eyebrow at his little laugh. \"Forgive me- but is there something *Funny* About the prospect of an assassination to you?\" The knight gave a disapproving glare - entirely unaware of his career as a mercenary. She couldn't help but start to find him somewhat suspicious- if only for that little slip-up, but she tried to shrug it off- and internally scolded herself for being paranoid instead of having a good time. \n\n\"Sorry- You probably didn't mean anything like that... Uh, anyways... Yeah! I knew it was awesome. I'm always acting quiet and mysterious when I'm wearing it- gotta play the part, y'know? Really *Sell* Being the best and most serious member of the royal guard, or no one will take you seriously-\" She rolled her eyes at herself, realizing the absurdity of how different she must've seemed tonight.\n\n\"Yeah- you're... Probably right- Guess I don't really get out of the barracks really often if you couldn't tell.\" She snorted and gave a sly smile. \"Alright then, 'party master'- where should we start then?\" Being able to talk to another silkwing was already helping her unwind a little- maybe there was some way to save the evening for her after all- instead of sitting around, anxious and miserable- she'd be able to learn how to have a good time away from the reach of her duties and authority."
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"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Adonis on that first statement:"
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The silkwing flared his wings up in another attempt to look as harmless as a fly. He didn't like the glare he received and assumed she missed the joke. He realized how spontaneous she was being and chalked it up to nerves once again. She *Was* A royal guard. Something like this really was probably out of her comfort zone, which surprised him. \n\n\"No no, it's fine really. I still think you're very mysterious. I can only imagine how quickly you could tear my wing off.\"\nHe offered, trying to give her some confidence at her stature. He shifted a little closer and whispered, so that no snoopy Rainwing could hear,\n\"Also, to clarify, I do work for the queen or anyone willing to pay me. I'm not here on a mission, but I thought it was just ironic you brought it up. Don't worry, I've been keeping my eyes peeled as well.\"\nHe leaned back before putting on a big grin and leading her out of the group of Rainwings.\n\"Come here! There's plenty of things to enjoy, you just have to not stick yourself in one place for too long. It really doesn't do you any good.\"\nHe chirped, the moonlight reflecting in his almost black scales as he went more towards the honey and mead."
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"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "She gave a nervous chuckle at the comment about her ability to delimb him- she loved a good bout of violent activities when it was called for, or welcomed- but not so much the prospect of tearing off Adonis' wing even if he might've accidentally struck a nerve. \"I wouldn't do that... Well- I mean I probably could, it wouldn't be very hard- but uh, I'm on 'my best behavior', and I don't think Nyx would like the idea of two silkwing *Guests* Roughhousing at her illustrious three moons festival. Roughhousing would totally make this a better celebration- oh and the removal of all the politically important dragons that might be better off in some kind of bunker until the silt's settled to the bottom of the pond if you know what I mean.\"\n\nQueen wasn't a fan of 'mercenary work' - but if Adonis had something planned, it certainly wouldn't make sense for him to reveal it to a stranger, let alone a member of the silkwing royal guard that was totally out of their element and 100% waiting for a reason to throw talons. \"Ah, I see- I'm sure it's in the best interests of every good assassin to reveal their area of expertise to someone that could have them put behind bars with a whisper~\"\n\nShe busted out laughing- seeming to enjoy Adonis' company, even if he did utterly confuse her every other time he opened his maw. Once she calmed down after certainly drawing the attention of every dragon within a 25 meter radius- she smiled and wiped a small tear from her face. \"I think I like you, Adonis. You're pretty funny- and in a comedian sense- not a circus clown kind of way.\"\n\nHe trotted beside him - looking over the different beautifully colored alcoholic beverages - the light of the moons refracted through the liquid, giving it an almost ethereal, magical glow that made it that much more enticing to all the guests. \"Ohhhh, I see- so it's like a battle in a sense- you have to keep moving - though I guess your life isn't inherently on the line at an event like this.\" She grabbed a glass- looking over the craftmanship with a smug smirk on her face. \"I knew nightwing royalty was gaudy- but- I think their glass-work takes the cake.\" She snorted, pouring a glass of the amber colored liquid - it's sweet aroma wafting from the surface like an intoxicating nectar- she just hoped it was as sweet as it smelled, though minded her manners and handed him the glass. \"The 'party master' should have the first drink of the night, don't you agree?~\" She chuckled and poured her own glass with a smile."
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "He found Queen to be entertaining, loving how forward yet firey her presence was. She went from defensive to chatty in a blink of an eye, which surprised him a little bit. \n\nWhen she talked about violence he couldn't help but nod and giggle a bit. Especially at the whole 'best behavior' bit. He could definitely tell she was a warrior. There was a difference between a soldier and himself, although many dragons confused the two. One of those differences was the attitude out in a different atmosphere. He was used to working in crowded or deserted conditions, meanwhile she was most likely used to closed quarters or open battlefields. \n\n\"No- you wouldn't-\"\nHe gasped dramatically, but failing to hide his laughter. They exchanged a hearty laugh before going towards the beverages. He loved any and all things the tribes had to offer, and these were no different. He tilted his head when she talked about battle, giving a little snort\n\"It's not all about battle, although- you weren't far off what I was trying to do. Staying in one place is like a duck floating on the open ocean. Easy prey.\"\n\nThen he admired the glassware, nodding his head in agreement with her statement. Adonis happily accepted a glass of the sweet, enticing drink as grinned\n\"Why, thank you~ I certainly won't object.\"\nHe rose his glass up before taking a sip and humming in contentment. \n\"My favorite, I love sweet things. They really did go all out with this.\""
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"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "When he told her that she wouldn't in a playful manner- Queen's face turned from amused to straight-faced serious with the intent to disembowel at a moment's notice- though once she got some kind of reaction out of him- she went back to laughing probably a little bit too loud again. \"Lighten up! Come on- I figured the self-proclaimed 'Party Master' could tell when someone's joking~\" She giggled softly. \"You'll know when I'm serious- I'm all action, no words- so if I was serious, you'd have your snout in a soil by now.\" She nodded proudly at her proclamation that she figured should totally make Adonis feel *More* Not *Less* Secure.\n\n\"I'm no duck- more like a pissed off swan who can't find her eggs! But yeah- I guess even an angry swan can't do much in the open ocean... So I best get my baring's about me.\" She did an exaggerated bow when he thanked her, sitting down and sort of taking in the scene for the first time from an unfocused lense... And it was... Really beautiful. A little cool, but bright enough for even diurnal dragons to tell where they were going with relative ease- it's funny how much brighter it is with three moons instead of just *One*. The entire area was bathed in silver light that poured down on the crowd of dragons that walked to and fro back and forth between groups, everyone seeming to make an attempt to socialize outside of their own circles to great success as the sound of music vibrated through the night air.\n\nQueen took a sip of her own beverage- pleasantly surprised by how sweet it was. She could totally feel her teeth dissolving- and that's saying something coming from a sweet-toothed silkwing. \"I love sweet things too! I love the honey drops back home- they can't make them half as good anywhere else - especially not in Pyrrhia- which is really funny because the ingredients are super simple. Sugar, honey... I forgot.\" She laughed a bit- but quickly settled down. \"Yeah- they did go all-out, everything's so - fancy schmancy- though, I guess that's not to say that's bad- It *Is* Supposed to be Nyx's coronation. Can't help but feel bad for her though- hell of a time to have a coronation - I can't imagine how exhausting her queenship is going to be- poor girl...\" Seemed she genuinely felt bad for her- the tone of Queen's voice was quiet, and somber- almost like she might've known something Adonis didn't. \n\nShe quickly drowned the sorrow on her lips with another sip from her drink. \"So- *Criminal scum*- what's life like in *Your* Profession? Though- I guess what I'm really trying to ask is- why did you join the guard?\""
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "He snickered lightly about how she thought he was being serious. When she stopped talking he got the joy of saying\n\"I figured a dragon who's joking would know when I'm joking back. I know I'm good at hiding it but I didn't think I'm *That* Good. Also, I have no doubt about that. I could do the same to anyone who *Isn't* You.\"\nHe pointed out, realizing how deceiving his attitude could be for many dragons. Most thought he was just a traveler or something civil. \n\nWhen she talked about how she was more of a swan he couldn't get the image of her honking angrily out of his head. To be honest, he could imagine her getting angry and biting a dragon's tail out of spite for some reason... Not like he was going to be the one to test that out. \n\nHe took another sip of his drink and remembered how they were the ones who provided this. He had seen the shipment being unloaded and thought about how excited he would be to see dragons from home. Queen started talking about Nyx and he realized he hadn't really given her too much thought. He didn't care what happened to the Nightwings. Not in a bad way, it just wasn't his kingdom. \n\"Are you talking about what happened to the King? I heard they basically dragged her from a house. They have a weird tradition I think...\"\nHe scraped the back of his mind to try and remember what he heard. Although he gave up and answered her question with a bark of laughter.\n\n\"I'm not a criminal! If you think I do anything for those plant sniffers, then you really must think I don't have morals.\"\nHe puffed his wings up, but kept his friendlyt overall appearance. \n\"I do the same job as you, just not with an army of dragons in tow. My life is exhilarating, I get to travel, get my talons dirty and get hefty scales. I do miss home thought I will admit... I think you're job is amazing, sure, but just not for me.\""
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"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "\"Aww, then aren't you sweet~ Or maybe you're just admitting if you tried, I'd totally kick your tail!\" She had another good laugh over that- the prospect- and the mere thought of a physical brawl was enough reason for laughter in her opinion - though it should've become clear by now that she was mostly joking... Mostly... \n\nShe had a questioning tone as she continued. \"Huh... A tradition?... Seems like my kind of tradition! Though- it'd be kind of awkward if I was queen- y'know? Queen Queen? Pfft- used to think I wanted to be queen- and back at the place I grew up, all the dragonets chose their own names if their parents didn't leave them with one- so, obviously- I had to be named 'Queen' it solidified my place in the pecking order... You know, below the headmaster-\" She chuckled- reminiscing on the good time back at the orphanage she grew up in- it wasn't a traditional means of raising a dragonet- but it was far from any horror story- it was like every dragonet there whether you were related or not was your sibling- There was a sense of closeness and comradery that probably made her excel at her position as the head of the royal guard- essentially, every dragon was treated like her friend- a friend she could rough-house with and no one could yell at her for it except the queen.\n\n\"Aye- Only Manchineel's soldiers are criminals- best not to through in the entire leafwing population with her... Extremist beliefs.\" She rolled her eyes at his attempt to make himself a little more imposing. \"Okay okay- don't get your talons in a twist- ehe... As long as you're doing it for *Good*- and not just bloodletting wherever the scales are the best- I guess I can deem you admirable- but don't let it go to your head, okay?\" She pointed her index talon at him accusingly with a lighthearted scowl before thinking for a few moments. \"Hm, if you miss home- then come and visit sometime- I'd love to give you a tour of the barracks someday- buuuut, I recommend maybe staying a dragon's length away from me- the troops and I like to uh wrestle a lot- and I'd hate for you to get scavengerpiled by a whole regiment- though I won't lie, it might be funny to watch.\""
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "\"Oh don't worry, I know when I'm outmatched.\"\nHe chuckled, seeing how much the prospect of a wrestle with him seemed to entice her. Honestly, he wouldn't mind it if it weren't for the fact that they were in public, around other tribes. \n\nHe sipped at his drink calmly, perking his ears up when Queen talked about herself. Obviously, a lot of people knew about Queen, but not a awful to probably *Knew* Her, so it was interesting to hear how open she was to talking about herself. For a moment he wondered about what his life would had been like if he had chosen the soldier type of life. Would he still be himself? Or someone else entirely... One could only ponder.\n\n\"Yes, I get your point. I still don't stick around long enough to figure out what they think of their Queen though.\"\nHe huffed, his mask of excitement falling for a brief moment to show the haunty expression he made about the tribe. However, he was back to wearing a grin and twirling his drink. When he got a talon pointed at him he raised his arms in surrender before rolling his eyes playfully. \n\"It is for *Good*, don't even worry about that.\"\nHe promised, before thinking about coming home again for a while. He snorted at her concern for his safety. His broader build wasn't something he would view as 'weak' or something needing concern over. Then again, many dragons wrestling at once wouldn't be his strong point. He was much better at one on one combat. Either way, the experience itself sounded fun\n\"Oh, I wouldn't mind that. I may take you up on that, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm sure you guys are close. You guys probably have a lot of fun tussling, not like I don't know how to have aq good wrestle.\"\nHe chuckled lightly at the thought, although he was almost certain he would get squished by all the other dragons."
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"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "Queen took silent notice of his expression and words- seemed like - and was a difficult subject to discuss. She decided to leave the topic be out of respect for Adonis.\n\nIn a sense, she *Could* Have lived an entirely different life - instead of a knight, she would've been a proper princess- an heir to the Silkwing throne- just the thought of it made her uneasy- it felt almost... Treasonous to think about- even if it *Wasn't*. She wondered how different *She* Would have been if she didn't have the experiences she had- would she be less of a fighter and more of a diplomat? Moons that seemed droning, exhausting, and certainly not on her list of to-dos.\n\nShe snapped back to life as Adonis spoke. \"Pft, I won't *Worry* About it, you rhinoceros beetle - If I'm proven wrong for not worrying, I'll just take care of it when the time comes! Though, I promise I'll let you live~\" She grinned and finished her drink with a hearty sigh of satisfaction. \"Despite my love of fighting, I'm quite merciful- I believe in criminal rehabilitation and the fact that most dragons can be redeemed no matter what they've done- they just need the right dragon - or dragons, to come along so they can make that positive change- that being said, there are definitely dragons that just need to be putto the blade... Guess I'm a knight explicitly to prepare myself for when someone *Can't* Be saved with words, y'know?\" She chuckled awkwardly- a faint blush in her cheeks, but it was hard to tell if it was because she was embarrassed to reveal something so personal about herself, or if it was the increased blood flow from the alcohol. \n\n\"Okay tough guy!~ Guess I'll stay extra close to you and tell my boys you're fair game. Don't expect em to go easy on you either. I might join in just for fun too!\" She smiled ear to ear. \"Though- uh, thanks for helping me loosen up a little bit, I was *Really* Not going to enjoy myself if it wasn't for you- so... Yeah.\""
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The silkwing wasn't easily affected by drinks, so he still was very unfazed by it. The glass became empty while Queen was speaking so he looked at it as if it had insulted him and set it down to be discarded. \n\nHe carefully took in her words, nodding in agreement with the way she talked about rehabilitation and such. He was not the kind of silkwing to try and fix dragons. Although, he commended her for having that mindset. \n\n\"Very Nobel mindset you have there Queen. I personally don't have the time to try and help dragons like that. I'm just here for the good times. Also, I wouldn't have *Never* Guessed you would like fighting.\"\nHe grinned, adding hints of playfulness and sarcasm to his tone. \n\n\"I doubt they would go easy on *Anyone*, you guys are your own little group. I'll probably get targeted and end up squished\"\nHe pointed out, giggling a little at the image. Adonis tilted his head to peer at a nearby table and grabbed some snacks. He turned his head back around when she spoke again and hummed \n\"Oh, it's my pleasure. I couldn't let you keep looking like a menacing statue. This *Is* Supposed to be fun of course. \""
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"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "The knight wasn't one to drink too much- mostly because of the fact that it didn't take long for them to become thoroughly intoxicated, which is a tragedy considering how important sickeningly sweet alcohol is to the culture surrounding the guard and soldiers in general within the Silk Kingdom when it came to huge parties and feasts periodically thrown to commemorate the achievements of the soldiers as well as important historical events such as the reclamation of sovereignty by the Silkwing that came about several thousand years ago after the defeat of Wasp. \n\n\"Hmm, noble - is it really?...\" She challenged Adonis' words quietly, her voice narrowing to a whisper as she squinted in thought. \"When I was young, violence - needed or not, wasn't exactly the epiphany of nobility- nor was it a healthy foundation for morals... But - when you see what I've seen- you have to dismiss the flowery idealism associated with peace.\" She seemed to take on a completely different tone and vocabulary when she started thinking philosophically. \"War is a vehicle for change and prosperity- it works like a cultural wildfire, once the ashes settle at the bottom of the forest, new growth springs up through the scorched canopy more vigorously than before-\" She seemed lost partially in though- but shook her head and laughed nervously. \"Ah- sorry, that was probably a little much-\" She waved dismissively as if trying to brush away the lingering air of uncertainty and anxiety her little speech might've given.\n\n\"Right you are- I just hope we won't have to peel you off the floor when it's said and done.\" She scoffed playfully. \"Hey! I'd make a pretty good statue though, right? Centered in front of the palace for all of eternity with a threatening sneer to ward of the enemies of the Silk Kingdom. Hm- I wonder if like, an animus could do that to me before I died or something...\" She looked like she was genuinely considering the possibility of being turned to stone when she passed on.\n\nWith a yawn and a stretch she looked up at the moons that hung in the sky- \"How long do these little parties go on for? I get it, nightwings are nocturnal - but I'm kind of beat from *Flying half of the journey from the ship in a full set of armor*...\" If he gave her an odd look, she'd quickly snap - \"Not my fault the boats move *Too slow*-\" She stuck her tongue out playfully- though seemed to be considering calling it a night sooner rather than later."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "Adonis glanced around just in case someone saw them as a target. It was mostly his nerves and a need to protect, even if that dragon didn't need protecting whatsoever. When he didn't see anyone staring too intensely he chuckled lightly at how she couldn't have too many drinks. \n\nThat was when she started to talk with a serious voice. He made sure to keep a neutral face and listen attentively, which he would have done anyways but he made sure he looked the part. It was the quiet nature of her voice that made him lean forward more, to make sure he caught all her words. Of course, he had been joking a little bit about the Nobel aspect to a soldier. He was not a stranger to the horrors that could be brought upon having a career as savage as that. He would have talked more about it, to try and have a deeper conversation but he felt as if it was something a little hard for Queen to talk about. \n\"I don't mind listening to you, I didn't mean it like that just so you know. I understand how it sounded so I apologize if it's not something you're comfortable talking about.\"\nHe replied calmly, giving a comforting smile \n\n\"Oh yes, I think the statue itself would scare off any intruders.\"\nHe agreed, thinking about any gems or metal they could add to it. What pose would reflect her personality as both a dragon and soldier. Fierce and upfront would be the word he would personally use, but it was just a thought.\n\"You never know, maybe you'll become legendary then they would *Have* To right?\"\n\nAdonis didn't have to travel like Queen did to the party. He usually stayed on this side of the ocean. Although, hee understood where she was coming from and nodded. When he raised a brow he was met with her remark as he stuck his tongue out in retaliation. \n\"Um, I don't go to Nightwing parties a lot, well, I don't go to that many to begin with. Not my drop of honey. Who knows though, it may go until sunrise. If you're tired though no one would blame you.\""
},
{
"author": "Queen | Head of the Silkwing Royal Guard",
"message": "\"Bah- you're fine, It's my fault, really!\" She chuckled with a nervous smile, rubbing the back of her neck in an anxious manner. \"At least it didn't upset *You* That's kind of my main concern-\" The knight let out a sigh of relief - her head raising from a bowed position as he mentioned how awesome her statue would be. \"Yeah! And maybe it could actually come to life and move-\" She playfully scoffed at her own idea - though in the back of her mind she realized it was perhaps a less morbid version of the concept that plagued the deep palace several centuries ago during the time of the dragonets of destiny- at least her statue would be up to good rather than up to no good. \"Ha! Me being legendary- that's... Well I'd say it was a good one, but if Manchineel tries something, I wanna fight her one on one- then I can go down in history for taking down a tyrant - imagine the confusion on the dragonet's faces- you know, when they have to study history. I bet my questions will be extra confusing just because of my name!\" She looked endlessly pleased at that idea as she laughed loudly - drawing the ire of some surrounding dragons that were getting fed up with her volume. \n\n\"Yeah, I think I'll go find somewhere to sleep - so... With that in mind, I'm entrusting *You* To prevent any major assignation attempts. That's an order, soldier!~\" She gave him a salute, and heart chortle. \"I hope I can get to see you again sometime- it was... Nice. Oh! As the queen's knight I order you to come visit me sometime like we discussed... If you don't?... Then you'll have to be my personal secretary for two weeks!\" She had the most smug smile on her face at her brilliant idea for.\n\nWith that, she opened her wings flashing their sparkling warm oranges, browns, and whites for Adonis one last time before she took off with a leap into the air and a flap of her wings that sent a gust of powerful air in all directions around her- she hovered for a moment, the sound of her wings flapping loudly as she looked down. \"And try to stay out of trouble - or I'll come back! See yah, Adonis!\" Queen shot off into the sky like a rocket- quickly disappearing among the stars"
}
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{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "The Queen let out a sigh of relief once she emerged from a shadow in the pathways that connected the buildings and the pavilion. She let a smile creep onto her face at the smells and sighs of dragons enjoying themselves. While some looked hesitant she hoped they would loosen up soon enough. She reserved herself by a painting, admiring it and hoping no one really bothered her *Too* Much. Although, she was the one who organized this so she would have to suck it up for now."
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "*The young heir was walking nearby, his dark mask covering his face as usual. His talonsteps were silent and orderly.*\n\n*He exhaled a small stream of smoke, before turning to glance at Nyx.*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Nyx looked at the corner of her eye to see a sandwing approach. Although, she thought she recognized this one in particular. After inviting all these tribes she took it upon herself to memorize the families and dipped her head before asking politely \n\"Hello Prince Anubis, how are you tonight?\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "*Anubis dipped his head slightly in reply, before answering calmly*\n\n\"Quite well, Queen Nyx. I... Congratulate you on your ascension to the throne.\"\n\n*He flicked his tail*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Nyx personally didn't know how to take that comment. While yes, becoming Queen was a big deal, the way she acheieved it was not the best. She tried to take it in good spirit and replied\n\n\"Thank you kindly, the transition has been interesting for sure. I expect to work with you more as time moves forward.\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "*He nodded, his purple eyes glinting beneath his mask, before he spoke once again*\n\n\"I suspect we shall... Someday. Knowing my sister... She'd have a few objections.\"\n\n*His last sentence was spoke with a hint of resentment*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Nyx rose her eyebrow ever so slightly, intrigued at what that could mean. Interested she asked calmly,\n\n\"Oh, why would that be you think?\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Ah, I should have expected someone from outside m- her kingdom wouldn't understand. She dislikes having good relations with other tribes, honestly. She doesn't listen to my objections.\"\n\n*He voice was cold and sharp, hatred cooling through his words*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "She tilted her head, thinking to herself.\n\n\"Well that isn't very wise. Sure having too many tribes as allies makes things tricky in a war scenario, but we haven't seen anything happen besides the leafwings and silkwings.\"\nShe pointed out, her tail giving a gentle flick"
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Alas, reasoning is not a possibility with her. Much too stubborn.\"\n\n*He snarled, before composing himself with a heavy sigh*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "\"I apologize for that. Some dragons chose to shut themselves out from the world. Unfortuantely it is her kingdom, nothing I could possibly do.\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Part of me hopes that *Someone* Does something, before the kingdom falls due to her arrogance.\"\n\n*He sighed and shook his head. Anubis' tail flicked irritatedly*\n\n\"Anyway, how is your kingdom these days?\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "\"Hopefully something changes indeed.\"\nShe answered solemly, trying to console him slightly. She hadn't realized the trouble stirring in the kingdom. However, she chose to take the topic change.\n\"It's... Good. Many dragons doubt my ability to rule, but time will prove them wrong I assume. Nothing I can do to change a dragons mind other than acting.\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"These dragons will learn in time that you will make a good queen. While my kingdom can not show support, I will gladly express personal support if you need it.\"\n\n*He frowned beneath his mask, tapping his scarred talons against the ground sligntly*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "She allowed a light smile to show\n\n\"I appreciate it, but please, don't let the hardships you face stop you from unwinding a little. We have wine and honey brought from the Silkwings I may help myself to soon.\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Perhaps I shall indulge myself in enjoying them a bit later...\"\n\n*He muttered thoughtfully*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "\"Alright, just let me know if there is anything I can help you with. I really don't mind discussing things with you.\"\nShe informed Anubis, showing her support for him."
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"I thank you greatly, your majesty. I shall excuse myself and leave you to some peace now.\"\n\n*He bowed respectfully, before turning and walking away*"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "You start I respond"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "After her interaction with Anubis she let herself think a little bit. She smelt trouble, but she hoped that it wouldn't leak into this party. With a sigh she resigned herself into a nearby shadow, her piercing blue eyes being the only thing visible in the patch of night. \n\nHer gaze was trailed downward, wondering what she should do. She didn't *Want* To stir any trouble, but she felt it would happen anyway. Maybe staying with the royals would help a little bit, try to make friends and maybe allies."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Imma just ping u erffhla"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Sorry- was trying to get out of rain\n\nAnd was casually in the Mall of America"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "I LOVE MALL OF AMERICA"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He was somehow hiding within the crowd, before poking his head up, rattling his spikes like chimes. He exhaled, he was not expecting to have enough time to attend, and despite his hatred, he still had morals and he was going to honor the new Queen by attending. He swerved around the Night'Wings, to hopefully reduce some tensions, before walking close to Nyx, but at a reasonable distance. \nHe then gave a proper bow, shutting his eyes closed, before rising his head up and sitting down. \n\"Well, this is quite the party. Very hot, but excellent nevertheless.\" He chuckled, his tail curling around himself so he wouldn't accidentally hit someone with his tail."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Nyx blinked at Hyperborean when he approached, shifting out from her hiding spot and dipping her head low in response to him.\n\"Well hello, I'm glad you were able to make it.\"\nShe replied, giving a smile as she had thought he would rather melt into a puddle than come to an event like this. \n\"I'm sure we could prepare a room for you to cool down in a little if you would like.\"\nShe offered, willing to remain accomadating to him."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "\"No, I don't expect I'll be staying long. But you could prepare a room if you want. Besides, it's your party, not mine.\" He shrugged, even offering the faintest of smiles. He then flicked his tail, sighing to himself, as he stood up. \n\"I'm a little surprised you managed to garner a party so big so quickly. Then again, it's the official crowning of the Night'Wing Queen, if I heard it right?\" He asked, tilting his head slightly. His scales sparkled from condensation, but he seemed to look ok enough."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "\"Oh that's a shame, although I'll still make the room in case any other Icewings need a chance to not start melting.\"\nShe joked lightly, looking out at all the other dragons mingling in the paths. \n\"Yes, it is. We discussed how I am trying to get my name out there. What other way than having more than just my tribe to witness me? Also it's not just a chance for me to gain possible alliances, but for the other kingdoms to as well.\"\n\nHer confidence seemed to have grown a lot since their last meeting. She had an aura of authority that wasn't there previously."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He laughed, chuckling as he noted that she was quite confident compared to how she was last time. It was... A strange change, but he personally didn't mind. \n\"Yes yes, it can be exceptionally difficult to get the respect of other rulers when not a whole lot is known about you yet. And I agree, it is an excellent opportunity for alliances.\" He nodded, adjusting his posture to reflect her authority in a way, to make sure any Ice'Wings who came by didn't see him looking 'weak' next to the Queen."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Nyx adjusted the amulet she had, thinking to herself for a moment before replying,\n\"Speaking of, we can look for the other rulers if you would like. I'm sure Azalea is around somewhere...\"\nShe scrunched her snout lightly as she peered around the area."
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She had long since disregarded her Royal Guards, dismissing them into the crowds to talk to new dragons other than themselves. She laughed she spoke to dragons, the only thing certifying her as the Queen was of course her magnificent scales, and some simple light blue flowers that, upon vines, looped around her curled horns magnificently. She wore no other accessories, craning her neck regally, eyes wandering the crowds of dragons, peering for any equals."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond in a sec."
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He flicked his tail, murmuring to himself as he shook some condensation off of his scales and spikes. \n\"Oh of course. I haven't had a chance to meet her yet, so now would definitely be a fantastic opportunity.\" He chuckled, raising his head up to make himself more noticeable if Azalea was looking for them. His glimmer scales was painfully obvious when being surrounded by the dragons who weren't Ice'Wings."
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Nyx could see the Rainwing from close by. She could see she was enjoying herself, soaking up the atmosphere. Despite being in moonlight she looked as if she was basking in the sun. Nyx flared out her wings a little to get her attention, hoping she wouldn't have to yell to get her attention since that is *Not* The most regal thing for her to do."
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "From the corner of her eye, she noticed Nyx's slight flare of her wings, breifly catching the undercoat of stars that glistened underneath. Pulling an excuse to whomever she was talking to- she really hadn't noticed- she walked along to Nyx, somewhat surprised to see the undoubtedly glistening shine of the IceWing King beside her. \n\n\"Nyx!\" She greeted informally, her frills and wing membrane becoming a purple as it mixed with a rosy pink and she tried to keep some dignity. \"The party is amazing- no doubt due to the flowers I provided,\" She chuckled at her haughty joke, glancing toward the King, nodding her head in an incline of respect. \"You must be King Hyperborean! I must say, we should've spoken sooner, though it must be hard ruling after your loss.\" She shook her head, frills drooping slightly. \"Anyways-\" She piped, unwilling to ruin the mood, \"I trust you're enjoying the festivities- everything's well in your Kingdom? I had a chat with one of your Generals, Snowstorm, I believe, about such.\"\n\nShe beamed toward the two, feeling admittedly a little short despite ruling for longer."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Lil busy, will respond later"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He dipped his head down slightly in respect towards Queen Azalea, it seemed he respected her far more than Nyx, since he had no issues with Rain'Wings. Perhaps an alliance one day would do, if there wasn't one already. He then shook his head, rattling his spikes to get some of the condensation off of them. \n\"Her loss was grieved, but I couldn't do that for long since the Kingdom did need a ruler to make sure things didn't go into chaos. Well, I don't doubt my officials, of course, but some dragons could be a little... Unfavored to the public's eyes.\" He snorted, the ever so giant blackness staining the tips of his spikes. He clearly was in a happier mood, at the moment. \n\"And things are running smoothly in my kingdom. And the festivities is indeed... Unique.\" He chuckled, as if he was hinting at he was used to colder parties. He flicked his ears, as his tail curled partially around himself."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "A sorry I was sleeping"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She chuckled softly, her brows upwards sympathetically. Glancing toward Nyx for a moment, realising both the tribes had lost a ruler due to uncertain circumstances. Anywho, Hyperborean didn't seem to rely on his emotions as much, and she wasn't sure if that made him seem cold-hearted or practical. *Atleast he isn't in the same state of Cordovan,* She thought, frills drooping slightly at the thought.\n\n\"Hah! Unique is certainty the word. All thanks to the punches, I presume?\" She laughed lightheartedly. \"It's good to go somewhere where you don't have to worry about being stuck- or fall.\" She remarked, reminiscing on those scenarios as a princess briefly. \"There isn't anything like that here, is there?\" She asked jokingly toward Nyx, expression playful."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Whoops forgot about this I was a lil hyperfixated"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Nyx didn't let her informality bother her, since she knew it was simply how Azalea was. She let a smile grace her features while her tail curled neatly towards her body. \nShe looked at Hyperborean from the side of her eye to see how he reacted. It was expected he would be more... Well, less on edge with her. She may be more experienced as a Queen, but the Rainwings also didn't have centuries of tensions between them and the Icewings. She noticed the Rainwings frill droop ever so slightly but didn't mention it as the conversation was directed back towards her. \n\"I think you know the answer to that one Azalea.\"\nShe replied, rolling her eyes as a gesture to reflect her playful nature. \n\"I am surprised the Silkwings managed to come here, I wasn't sure they would. With the long travel and all.\"\nShe pointed out, looking out at the scene."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Is it stain's turn? 👀"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Yeah- I'm working on it"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He didn't mind that he wasn't necessarily the center of attention, his ears flicking in curiosity as his tail swayed. He shifted his gaze away for a few moments, as if analyzing the party members, before retracting his talons in as his gaze glanced back over. He kept his distance from both Queens, but not so much that it was too obvious. His spikes and scales gleamed from the amount of condensation build up, he even began to shake it off ferociously, without too much care that the water droplets may land on the two other Queens. He then offered a hesitant but kind smile, his tail falling still. He had decided against making a comment, unless he was directly spoken to."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Waiting for Duck I believe?"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "/lh/nm\nI'll get to it when I'm less tired ^^\nI've got the general paragraph down, just have to rewrite it for it to sound better\n\nHah you're sick now >:D"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She laughed. \"You can never be so sure~\" She said, relishing in the playful nature of the conversation, her frills flaring slightly.\n\n\"As am I, although you cannot doubt one's perseverance, even if there are less numbers- it's still a numourous crowd, no doubt as to why.\" She brimmed proudly, happy Nyx had conjured such a continental influence, even if it was only the SilkWings. She hadn't conversed much with the other Queen's inhabiting Pantala, but never sought attention of them, especially with the LeafWings being... As militaristic as they were.\n\nShe glanced toward Hyperborean as he shook himself, allowing herself a soft chuckle. \"The King of Elegance,\" She said sarcastically, frills, wing membrane and spots becoming a playful yellow. \"Surely your demeanour is enough to keep you cool, no?\" She commented, referring to his somewhat standoffish- if not formal behaviour as well as sterotypes, no matter how untrue they may be. She saw them as an avenue for a joke around anyway."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Dw duck ur all good\n\nI almost did adonis again onfg\n\nThis bitch fr wants to be a queen idk how many times this has happened"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "Queen Nyx blinked at the statement, oddly enough she wasn't quite used to the compliments. She took it more practically to be safe\n\"Well, it certainly wasn't hard. Many tribes wanted to meet me and see how I would run the kingdom. I just hope I didn't disappoint. Although, there's no guarantee. Not like I would change anything anyways.\"\nShe answered, somewhat informally if she had to assume. Maybe Azalea was rubbing off on her now. That would be something she would need to check herself on. \n\nWhen the rainwing made a comment about Hyperborean she had to hold in a small laugh, tilting her head to the side. \nHe *Was* Elegant in his own way. The dew that shined on the darkening pieces of his spikes made him appear almost black in some areas. She wondered what kind of painting she could do... Although that thought whisked away quickly as she bit her tongue to voice that thought. It wasn't formal on her part, especially when she had an image to maintain, *Especially* Today. \n\"Speaking of, I already said you're welcome to the room we provided. And like Azalea said, we wouldn't want you to melt.\"\nHer voice sounded formal enough, but she couldn't help herself from making a jab."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "A *Painting* You say???"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Omg the painting can be the one ren is drawing 👀 /nf"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Already said that hehehehe"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Nyx: \"I made a painting for you!\"\nHyperborean: \"Wait what\""
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "No she would burn it immediately"
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He had lost some of his attention on the conversation between the two, his eyes wandering over the party more than the duo. He did try to keep up, to make sure he didn't miss anything, before Azalea made her joke. His ears flicked as his gaze snapped right over to her, in a disappointed-father way. He grumbled, muttering something under his breath that might have been a curse, before sighing. He then flicked his gaze to Nyx, his stare like ice daggers as she made the comment. He clearly did *Not* Take well Nyx making a jab, but he seemed less angry at Azalea. A clear bias. He took a deep breath to calm himself though, knowing it really was just a joke, and Nyx had offered a room for him to cool down. \n\"Well, I wasn't planning to stay here for long, but I had already forgotten how unbearable it really is here. And, I'm actually so cold if the condensation sticks to my scales too long, they'll refreeze and glue my scales and spikes together. It's as uncomfortable as you think it is.\" He chuckled, rolling his eyes as his tail swept the floor, shaking his neck once more."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I JUST WANTED TO SHOW A COMPARISON BETWEEN THE TWO"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "IM SORRY NYX JUST HAS THE MOST SMUG FACE IM WHEEZING"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She softly chuckled at Nyx's odd display of practicality, putting a talon over her snout as if to smother it. Azalea rolled her eyes dismissively before stating, \"Don't be so modest, dear. You have no idea what one 'dainty' party may do.\" \n\nShe held in her laughs at the two's expression, instead allowing a soft rumble leave her throat as she lavished in conversation.\n\nAs Hyperborean glared at both of them- especially at Nyx- she stayed silent as he took a deep breath, amusing herself with the thought of the troubles of staying regal within IceWing standards. Beneath the jokes, she was curious of how the two were interacting then and now. They seemed... Nice enough, and she hoped she had eased the tension, *If there was any to begin with,* She reasoned, tilting her head to the side slightly. Besides, Nyx had offered Hyperborean a cool room, and it seems he hadn't walked out of the thought yet.\n\n\"How nice of you to say,\" She said sarcastically, a playful edge to her tone- still knowing of the larger context, glancing at Nyx for her reaction. She unfurled her wings for a small stretch, as if his explanation had made herself uncomfortable as well, expression considering. \"Quaint as it is, it seems to keep you active, no doubt a positive. Atleast you'll freeze back together, no? Abit misshapen, but same old Hyperborean.\"\n\nTo compensate for the yellows fitting into her spots, she allowed the pigment to taint her scales- a trick taught whilst young as her mother lectured her about appearances and overall image whilst in the public- the colours slowly sweeping into a dark emerald green, somewhat like looking up at the rainforest canopy before the sun has awoken from its rest, the foliage shadowed by the stretching leaves, eager to receive first light."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I'm sorry it's alot I didn't mean tooo"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "IM GOING TO EAT YOU STAIN\n\nOh shit it's my turn"
},
{
"author": "Queen Nyx",
"message": "The Queen stayed composed, only allowing her wings to relax a little bit at her side. She looked at Hyperborean from her side, giving a tiny smile as she saw his disgruntled face. There wasn't anything he could do, or be angry about since she did try to make his visit as comfortable as possible. \n\nShe let her eyes rest back onto Azalea seeing her try to contain her laughter. It only made Nyx more pleased with herself as she listened to what else she had to say. She did wonder about how being an ice dragon affected him in climates like this, but felt like she said enough and the King might actually say something back this time. \n\nOnce they finished their comments Nyx found one of her guards come up and whisper a few things into her ear. She flicked her tail, narrowing her eyes just slightly before wearing a tiny smile and looking back at the two royals. She politely dipped her head and replied\n\"Well, I do appreciate you guys coming. I'll leave you to be acquainted while I attend to other matters tonight. Help yourself of course and stay as long as you need to.\""
},
{
"author": "King Hyperborean",
"message": "He glared at Azalea, but it didn't last long since he didn't want to create any unnecessary tensions. Her jokes were a little on the button, but he tried his best to not show it as much as he could. He did glare at Nyx, brief as it may, before sighing deeply. \n\"Well, that is my cue to leave. I appreciate this nice little party you have here, and that you have invited me to this party. I wish the both of you a pleasant rest of the night.\" He snorted, shaking off his spikes. He then snorted, his tail flicking as he swiftly made his way out, without any other word to the rest of them."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Didn't proofread that shit"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I wasn't late to the party- totally not"
},
{
"author": "Queen Azalea",
"message": "She contained her informal laughter as Hyperborean glared, letting it fall underneath a sigh and allowing the yellows in her frills and wing membranes rest into a green as if to steady herself before she spoke. \n\n\"As am I, thank you for the splendid chat. I hope to discuss in the everpresent future.\" She regarded as the two left on their separate ways, soon leaving in favour for some drinks and a bright conversation between a few RainWing officials and some NightWings."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Oh and this too Ren"
}
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{
"author": "Puma",
"message": "As evening rolled in and the sun made place for night, the chilly last sunrays of the day cast thin streaks of pale orange and yellow light across pinewood forests and snowy paths, making it all glitter in the dusky light. The town of sanctuary was quiet at this hour, transitioning from day to night as Sandwings and skywings closed their shops while nightwings got ready to open them. Meanwhile another shop also opened , though it wasn't run by a nightwing. The one standing by it, tying up the curtains was a big mudwing called Puma. He swept dust and snow off the counter, removed the silk veils over the mismatched shaped flamesilk lanterns and prepared everything for the night. His establishment wasn't that big, it consisted of a wooden bar that stretched out in a semicircle around a wooden hut , seemingly built there later than the hut itself. A tent canopy hung above it, to shield the customers and food from the rain or snow while they ate in peace, a few stoves for pots , pans and grills were present behind the bar, for making food where customers could see it. A small cat bed sat in the corner behind the bar, near the curtained door while cooking tools hung from hooks on the other side. \n\nPuma was tired, he hadn't slept at all last night, the hoots of owls and howling of wolves had bothered him more than usual while he used to be able to sleep through them, maybe because he had another big burst of loneliness and grief, and his mind couldn't rest, trying to find a solution but only deepening the hole, not finding any answer. \nStill, he loved his job. Sharing his recipes always brightened his day, even when he was younger. He'd get through it, and he needs the money anyways, as his greenhouse needed fixing. \n\nHe sat himself behind the bar and waited, looking out at the sleepy town as he flexed his neck and wings, careful not to knock anything over."
},
{
"author": "Cinnamon",
"message": "Cinnamon shivered at the cold, her flight from the sea kingdom had left her old war wound aching and sore and she had to stop to rest. She had never been to this part of the sky kingdom before but her curiosity was tempered by her fatigue, she was drawn to a warm looking establishment and by the light of the flamesilk lanterns she stumbled into the little wooden bar.\n\nShe took a moment to shake the snow off of her wings and look around with a gentle sigh of relief. Her eyes trailed up the wooden bar to the dragon tending it, a mudwing! She hadn't seen one of her own kin since she left the mud kingdom a few months ago, in her excitement she tried to skip over before wincing. Right, bad shoulder. \n\nWith more care this time she made her way to the bar and sitting, taking a deep breath and trying to recover from the long flight. After she had recouped a bit she took a chance to take a look at the strange mudwing behind the bar. He was taller then her but not as stocky and the deep circles under his eyes worried her a bit, there was also no sign of his sibs, he seemed so... *Alone*"
},
{
"author": "Puma",
"message": "While waiting he squinted at the flamesilk lanterns, some of them glowing dimly as their thread has almost burned out. He'd have to replace those too. His eyes pryed loose from the lanterns as he spotted a blur of brown in his peripheral, and to his surprise, it was a mudwing. \nA few mudwings lived in this town but lately no others added to the amount, Puma guessed most didn't want to risk etting attacked by skywings while flying to this place from the mud kingdom. This mudwing was a new face however, which surprised him, and he was very good at remembering faces. \n\nHe smiled at her in his subtle, a-lifting-of-the-corners-of-his-mouth-way and opened his wings a little to welcome her, he had seemed to have forgotten something though. He squinted at the tent,at the bar and realised he hadn't hung up the menu yet. Ducking so he could reach the cabinets built into the bar from his side, he looked for the menu until he pulled out a chalkboard with an elegant wooden frame and hung it on a hook on one of the tent supports. \n\"Just woken up, my head hasn't gotten the message yet, though.\" He said, smiling gently at her. \n\n\nThe menu read: \n\n**Welcome to Puma's**\n\n**Drinks**\n\n*Warm Drinks*\n=====================\nWarm tea (Mint, ginger,\n\n\n\n=====================\n*Cold Drinks*\n\n\n\n=====================\n**Food**\n\n=====================\n\n=====================\n\nMini pizza (solo) \nFish fingers (crispy fish snack) \n====================="
},
{
"author": "Cinnamon",
"message": "She quietly giggled at his comment before craning her neck to look over at the menu. There was food from all over the world here, she'd have to come back to try it sometime. For now she just wanted something warm.\n\n**\"Just a hot cocoa for now thanks\"** She gave the larger dragon a bright smile despite her weariness **\"Its not often you see a mudwing this far north.\"** She looked around again for any signs of his sibs, she supposed any mudwing this far from home had a reason, and loss of family was certainly a good one. Moons knows it was her reason."
},
{
"author": "Puma",
"message": "\"Coming right up. And you're very right. There are some mudwings who live here, but it is still quite a sight to see someone new arrive, especially with the skirmish.\" He talked as he grabbed a pot of cocoa powder from the shelves behind the bar, set it on a little side table near the stove and pulled out a sitting pillow from the shelves aswell, handing it to the mudwing. \"Here, it's too cold out so sit on the bare ground, and you look like you're aching.\" He said, having noticed she moved her shoulder awkwardly. \"Can I get you something for that aswell? I have heated pillows for relaxing the muscles.\" He continued as he set a pot of sugar and a shaker of salt next to the one with the cocoa."
},
{
"author": "Cinnamon",
"message": "She flinched a little at the mention of the border fights, reflexively clutching her injured shoulder. **\"Ah, thank you- \"** She says moving awkwardly to sit on the pillow **\"I'm alright, its just been a long flight, its a nice place you have here, so cosy...\"** She hums quietly, swaying to a silent tune **\" The names cinnamon by the way, its nice to meet you, really it is...\"** She trails off, watching the dragon go about his work, she was so homesick, she hadn't realised it till now but just seeing another mudwing made her ache for home and her sibs and other things she couldn't have anymore."
},
{
"author": "Puma",
"message": "\"Let me know if it gets really bad. I've got plenty of herbs that work on wounds aswell as food.\" He answered, though he felt a little worried, watching her clutch her shoulder. \"You'll never guess my name in a thousand lifetimes.\" He said with only the slightest joking intonation, and jerked his chin upwards, indicating the sign with the word 'Puma's' in wobbly letters, hung above the menu board. \"I'm trying to improve the place. I've had a 2-year run in Possibility and I loved how fancy I managed to make it. I've recently moved here, for business and comfort reasons. It's impossible to keep anything cool in that sun-baked town, but wow what a good time that was.\" He explained, grabbing a pot, a metal grate and a stone jar. He put the pot on the grate and took a bottle of milk from out of one of the shelves, pouring it into the pot. \"I want to add a reading nook, a game corner and maybe host some events but I've gotta get the funds for it first.\". \n\nPuma thought that perhaps , he may be oversharing. He likes explaining his story and talking to customers but somehow he really wanted this one to hear him out. He instantly knew why, she was a mudwing, just like him, which made his gut wrench tighter yet also fill him with a little bit of hope, a tiny flicker of familiarity. He was unsure if he liked that feeling or not, but he didn't want it to go away just yet. \"First order's free by the way, see it as a sample.\" \n\nPuma took a flamesilk thread from the stone jar and took a little bit of wood and leaves from a bucket under the grate, dropped the flamesilk onto them as the wood flickered and sparked and at last started a fire. Many ask him why he uses flamesilk instead of his own fire, and his answer was that it simply gave you more control. Alsp because he is terrible at aiming his fire and would probably cook himself instead of whatever meal he was preparing. \"You mentioned it was a long flight to here, mind if I ask where it was you came from?\""
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"author": "Frostfly",
"message": "*Frostfly landed by the edge of the lake, the cold snow crunched beneath her claws. She had been in the ice kingdom only an hour and had spent most of that hour with her father. Her tail swished back and forth slightly as she breathed in the cold air before gingerly stepping out onto the frozen lake. It was cold beneath her feet, something she'd eventually get used to during her visit.*\n\n*She struggled to balance on the slippery ground, her many sets of wings flared to help her balance slightly better. She slowly skidded to a stop and began looking around, her wings still flared. Silently she wondered if anyone was even out at this hour, the sun was already setting and she'd only been here an hour.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^ she snuck over to a hole she had made in the lake, trying to catch some fish, with the hybrid ban she had to be careful getting food, making sure no guards found her, her colorful scales glinting in the light as they would switch from the fear color back to normal, her spiked tail lashing alittle~^}"
},
{
"author": "Frostfly",
"message": "*The hybrid saw a figure in the distance, then she didn't. Confused, she began approaching the spot where they'd disappeared, promptly jumping back when they emerged, her tail swinging around in the panic, just barely missing the dragon's front foreleg.* \"I'm so sorry!!\" *She practically screeched, it was honestly just instinct. She never used her stinger..* \"You scared me, I did it out of instinct..\" *She murmured, shrinking down and now laying on the cold ice. She felt horrible, she almost paralysed someone!*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^ she jumped back, her frills extending as she hissed, her fangs out like she was ready to use her venom before she forced herself to relax grumbling a bit ~^}\n\n \" No harm no foul-.. Watch it though, you can't just go up to someone and attack em \" \n\n{^~ she said moving back up to her fishing spot and reaching her talon into the icy waters, bringing up a fish and putting it in her back after making sure it was dead ^} \n\n\" What's a hive- something- doing here anyway- \"\n\n{^ she asked looking them over alittle, her scales randomly camouflaging before going back to normal again, as if she was on edge ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Frostfly",
"message": "\"Yeah.. Um.. My bad..\" *She mumbled, her wings drooping s little. Watching as the other hybrid pulled out a fish from the fishing hole.* \"Icewing. On my dad's side. I'm here to visit him.\" *She explained quickly. She'd still yet to recover from the busy streets of the kingdom of sand. At least she'd met someone who seemed nice enough.*\n\n\"I could ask the same of you. Though at least you blend in alright...\" *She murmured the last part to herself. She couldn't help being envious of the ice/rain, if not for her ruff and glittery spots she'd blend in almost perfectly. Frostfly, however, had three sets of wings, who of which were hivewing, an obvious stinger, and an odd colouring, making it hard for her to fit in anywhere. She hated it, but she couldn't very well discredit the extra agility her three sets of wings gave her in the air, not that it meant much when she couldn't aim her frost breath to save her life.*"
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"author": "Songbird",
"message": "She'd been here for hours. Maybe days, actually. It had been a bit of a blur. She wasn't hungry, so either it was hours, or she'd been eating. \n\n The SkyWing was a splotch of rusty red in a sea of white flowers. The fumes of pollen had been hitting her nose for the better part of... She wasn't sure how long. The white was new to her. Just moments ago, the beautiful petals of the delicate plants had been coated in rock dust and something that Songbird had suspected was blood. The delusion had snapped away in moments, and now she lay on her back among the plants. Her large, ruby wings were stretched on either side of her. She adjusted one and watched seemingly passively as the petals, stirred from their rest, flew into the air. Before her eyes, they gathered into clover-like bundles and flapped like butterflies around her snout.\n\n Somehow, this distressed her. Perhaps it was because she knew they weren't real. The more she thought about it, the more she could feel the little legs of insects scrabbling under her scales-\n\n The SkyWing shot to her feet, nearly tripping over herself in her mad scramble to get away from whatever it was that hid among the flowers. They stretched in an expanse on every side of her, and somehow she just *Knew* That there were insects in them. Little, stinging, swarming and smothering. With nothing left for her to do, she inhaled sharply, grey eyes wide, and exhaled a torrent of flame over the flowers in an arc. Mere minutes later, there was easily a seventy square foot circle of blackened petals. Black like rock dust and coal.\n\n Her senses returned to her just long enough for her to realize what she'd just done. For a moment, she just stood in the middle of the circle of charred plants. She sighed shakily. At this point, she couldn't even find herself caring about the fact that the bottoms of her talons were burned. She lowered herself to the still smouldering ground and placed her hands over her face."
},
{
"author": "Snake (FallenSnow)",
"message": "*His cold gaze watched it all, he let out a low chuckle from where he lurked, blended into the flowers. A small cloud of cold air coiled from his jaws as he chuckled.*\n\n*With silent talon steps, he crept up on the swing. Snake rose from the crouched position he had been in, grinning as he stepped through the now-charred area of flowers*\n\n\"Goodness, that was a bit brutal, wasn't it?\"\n\n*His voice carried a teasing tone, more cold air escaping him as he spoke*"
},
{
"author": "Songbird",
"message": "She paused her wallowing for a moment. Her bouts of sanity had become less and less common, which at first led her to believe that she was just hearing things. But how often did her voices sound so... Relaxed?\n\n The SkyWing slowly removed her hands from her eyes, raising her head just a little bit. She eyed this new, white dragon warily, at first suspicious that perhaps he was about to explode into flower petals. But he seemed normal. Especially for one of Songbirds delusions. What did it matter anyways? She had to remind herself that her visions couldn't hurt her.\n\n Songbird slowly lifted herself to her feet. The SkyWing seemed... Exhausted. Her wings drooped at her sides, and her movement seemed stiff and shaky. **\"I wouldn't know.\"** She replied. Her voice was soft, like a breeze. Or perhaps she was just winded after that display of pyrotechnics. Charred petals were shredded in her anxious claws. She seemed to be waiting for something."
},
{
"author": "Snake (FallenSnow)",
"message": "\"You don't? That's quite the shame. Sounds like you need some assistance with seeing that, eh?\"\n\n*Snake stepped closer, his wings ruffling in the slight breeze as he approached her.*\n\n*After stepping onto the area with charred petals, he swept his tail in an attempt to brush them away from his talons in case they were still hot*"
},
{
"author": "Songbird",
"message": "The chances that this dragon, seemingly unaffected by her little outburst, being nothing more than a delusion produced by her mind seemed to be a little more likely. She seemed tense, but didn't shy away from this new person.\n\n Sure, there was something a little off about him, but he wasn't looking at her like she was insane, so that gave him (assuming he was not a cruel hallucination) some credit in the eyes of Songbird. **\"Some days, I'd rather not see anything at all.\"** She said slowly, curling her long, red tail in close.\n\n Some of the petals from the flowers were still in the process of burning. Some of the smouldering things were still between the Skywings claws, not that she seemed to notice."
},
{
"author": "Snake (FallenSnow)",
"message": "*Snake Sighed at her words, ruffling his wings in slight irritation at her response, before composing himself again and speaking once more*\n\n\"I'm sure it will get far easier to want to see with some guidance. Not that I'm insisting mind you, it's all up to you.\"\n\n*He smiled reassuringly, putting up a front of sincerity as he spoke, his tone gentle and calm*"
},
{
"author": "Songbird",
"message": "For a brief moment, Songbird wondered if this strange hybrid was trying to sell her something. She decided to humour him anyways. What was the harm?\n\n **\"What sort of guidance?\"** She inquired. Her voice was light. Or it should be, but the recent use of her fire breath left her sounding somewhat hoarse.\n\n This dragon seemed kind. The glittering of his scales reminded her of the flowers around them. At this point, she wanted to believe in every and any possible saving grace that came her way, even if it was in the unlikely form of this strange, charismatic icewing."
},
{
"author": "Snake (FallenSnow)",
"message": "\"Life, really. You seem troubled, I've got the guidance to help.\"\n\n*Snake smiled, his tail brushing through the charred flowers. He paused for a moment, his ear twitching slightly*\n\n*He reached for a flower that had escaped the torrent of flames, plucking it and offering it to her*\n\n\"The name's Snake, by the way.\""
},
{
"author": "Songbird",
"message": "Her lips twitched downwards, and her slate-green eyes seemed to be scanning Snakes face. At this point, what harm could this do?\n\n **\"I... Thank you.\"** She murmured, gently taking the flower from his talons and inspecting it. Little patterns that the Icewing couldn't see twisted on the surface like writhing scales. Like snake scales. She looked back up to him.\n\n **\"My name- My Name is Songbird.\"** She claimed with a little more strength. It was like saying it aloud reminded her."
},
{
"author": "Snake (FallenSnow)",
"message": "\"Songbird... A nice name, yes. A fitting name for you.\"\n\n*He grinned, his tone seeming warm as he ruffled his wings in amusement.*\n\n\"So, I want to hear about your troubles, see if I can help, yeah?\"\n\n*Snake's tone was inviting, encouraging her to do as he requested*"
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{
"author": "Magma",
"message": "He was on the outskirts, his large size towering over other even some other Mud'Wings, due to his age. He kept his tail swaying, his wings by his sides as his talons squished in the ground. He clearly was only looking around, he hadn't been buying anything, or even talking to anyone at all. One of his eye was slashed, and the eye itself was partially white, so he was partially blind in the eye, and his other didn't seem to be in great shape either. His ears were quite perked, however, meaning he could hear just as well as he could in his youth. He often bumped into other people, but they jumped as if they didn't hear him coming. He chuckled a few times, his wings stretching into the air. They were both scarred, and multiple fused scales at his sides, arms, and tail were visbile for a little while, before he curled his wings back down again. He then approached the vendor with the Ice'Wing, his head tilting slightly as if he was curious how an Ice'Wing was tolerating the heat of this area."
},
{
"author": "festivefalala",
"message": "*Aggressive typing sounds*"
},
{
"author": " Roulette ",
"message": "**Roulette had a rather smug grin on their face as he eyed all of the other dragons around them. Their wings spread out for a moment, shining brightly in the sunlight before placing them snugly against either of their sides. They looked over to the larger Mudwing, taking notice that he was approaching them. They placed down all of their tools, moving aside some of the broken down or rusted parts they were fixing up to make something new.**\n\n´´ Why hello there MudWing.´´\n\n**Roulette looked up to rather large MudWing. Even their voice sounded smug in its own ways.**"
},
{
"author": "Magma",
"message": "He chuckled silently, sitting down and relaxing his shoulders so he didn't appear so tall, or intimidating. Although he doubted this dragon was scared of him, thanks to the tone of their voice. \n\"Hello there. And you may refer to me as Magma, thank you very much.\" He flicked a few talons, examining them before setting them down. \"How is it here? It's a small surprise you're doing alright in this weather.\" He reflected the smug tone, his head tilting to the side."
},
{
"author": " Roulette ",
"message": "´´ Well then *Magma*. This weather doesn't bother me thank you very much.´´\n\n**Roulette snarked back, flicking their tail as they looked up at him, showing no signs of any sort of fear or intimidation. Their wings dropped down where they were almost flat against the ground. They cleared their throat and began speaking, yet again, in their usual smug, nasty tone.**\n\n´´So. You going to buy something or just sit there. ´´"
},
{
"author": "Magma",
"message": "He grinned, a toothy grin as he sort've laid down, but not really. He then sighed, glacing at the sky to check the time. \n\"I think you are quite aware of what I'll be doing.\" He, again, reflecting their smug tone. He clearly wasn't going to budge, and not many dragons could physically budge him, unless they threatened. And even then, if he were to be threatened, he could get law enforcements on them rather quickly, due to who he was, and of his reputation. A reputation he was quite sure this smug Ice'Wing didn't know about."
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"author": "festivefalala",
"message": "*Casually forgets the bot thing*"
},
{
"author": " Roulette ",
"message": "**Roulette let out an annoyed groan, rolling their eyes before taking a moment to pause. When they opened their eyes, they forced a very strained smile on their face as they looked back up at Magma. Their tail swayed behind them as their wings lifted back up from the ground, resting on their sides.**\n\n**They let out another small sigh as their eye slightly twitched, finally speaking. This time in a less smug or rude tone. Even though it was rather hard for them to do so.**\n\n´´ Well then. If you're here to *Buy* Something from me, then what do you want.?´´"
},
{
"author": "Magma",
"message": "\"That's better.\" He nodded, as his tone was a flat, default tone he always took, no longer reflecting theirs. He then properly sat up, his wings pinned to his sides as he glanced around. \n\"What do you have here, then?\" He asked, he seemed to be struggling slightly to see close. His scarred over eye was partially white, and his other eye, again, wasn't in the greatest shape either. He kind of seemed to be nice, but it probably was just him being 'kind' to them."
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{
"author": "Blackbolt (Base by Cloudymaws)",
"message": "All was calm in Diamond Spray River. The sky overhead is cloudy, the sun buried amidst the barrier of the earth and the heavens. As such, the weather below is mild, with the breeze blowing lightly bringing a cool sensation to the inhabitants of the world. \n\nBelow the steep cliffs of the River's waterfall, where the water rushes down the stream, lies a dragon idly sitting by the edge of the river. \n\nDark scales decorate their body, contrasting with the lush environment the dragon is surrounded by. A large cloak covers the majority of the dragon's figure. The hood piece of the cloak was lifted, covering the head of the dragon under its shadow, with the dark grey horns protruding through the holes on the hood. \n\nA mysterious dragon indeed, sitting alone in the river. But are they really?\n\nFor the the heavily scarred face, with an expression so tame and serene looking down at their talons holding a pristine white mask, tells another story.\n\nHe slowly submerge the mask once more, letting the rapid currents clear the grime, calloused but gentle talons scrapping away the stains. Minutes pass, and the mask once more arose from the water. It gleams beneath the light.\n\nBlackbolt favors this mask above his other spares back in Sanctuary. It was his first; first to be made by his own talons after multiple trial and error. First to be made after his... Move to Sanctuary. He cherished this mask, above all else. It brings him comfort in dark times. It will not do well for dirt to stain such a treasure.\n\nThe river of Diamond Spray is large, therefore often empty of other dragons. A perfect place for him to do his activities in solitude, away from prying eyes. \n\nHe just hope it stays quiet until he's done.\n\nLittle did he know..."
},
{
"author": "Jewelweed",
"message": "An overcast sky meant a good day of gathering fungi as Jewelweed snuffled through the undergrowth just shy of the Diamond Spray River.\nThe alchemist was happy to take advantage of the weather and quietness of his shop to go out and forage for some ingredients for his next project.\n\nThe mudwing hybrid wasn't stealthy in the slightest with bright orange and cream scales flashing from the bits of space between the foliage and heavy footsteps giving him away to any dragon or critter within the area.\nBy the time he stumbles through the last stretch of bushes separating him from the riverbank, he's got his talons caked in dirt and mulch but proudly putting a talon-full of small milkcap mushrooms into the scuffed leather satchel around his neck and securing the flap with a small piece of twine wrapped around a tooth that slotted into the lower half of the bag to keep the flap shut.\nThe alchemist doesn't notice the Nightwing perched on the riverbank until he wriggles his satchel off his neck and onto the grass as he begins to hurry into the cold stream to let the water wash his talons and underbelly, sending water in all directions thanks to his heft.\n\nWith a startled noise as his head re-emerges, Jewelweed realizes there's another dragon here at this particular bank and flicks one of his wings in greeting, accidentally causing a spray of droplets as he calls to them. \"Howdy! Sorry about the splash, didn't realize you were sitting over there!\" His voice wavers thanks to the temperature of the water which doesn't help much as his teeth begin to chatter together noisily. \"Thats a nice lookin' helmet you've got there! I know a few friends that could help embellish it if yer lookin' for a bit more color or contrast.\""
},
{
"author": "Blackbolt (Base by Cloudymaws)",
"message": "Sounds of scrapping dirt and heavy footsteps reached his ears. \n\nBlackbolt froze.\n\nSomeone is here.\n\nHe thought for sure no one would be in this area. Diamond Spray River is a fairly large settlement. Visiting dragons are sure to be widespread, never really settling together, not with the war coming along. So of all the chances for a dragon to be here of all places...\n\nHe flicks the mask in his talons lightly, droplets of water falling down with every swing. No matter, he thought. There is nothing he can do if a visitor comes here. If he were to leave as soon as they appear, it would make them suspicious of him; the last thing he needs is another reason for a fight. No, instead he would stay, and observe the other party. Chances are they are merely trying to cross the river. He just hope that's the case, indeed.\n\nHe lowered his head as the nearby foliage rustle with intensity, a sure sign something—or someone—is passing through. Just as the noise begins, it stops. The crunching of grass soon filled the brief silence, getting louder and louder with each step. He dares not to lift his head, not when the possibility of an enemy seeing his face is imminent. \n\nHe would not attack them; he will retaliate if they attack first. \n\nBut it seems the newcomer is either not interested in him, or have not registered his presence at all as a large *Splash!* Soon follows, bringing rapid rains of droplets into the air. The splash came from his left, so he brought his left wing to shield him from the onslaught of water. \n\nAre they seriously taking a bath here? With him in the area? Is this normal for dragons to do? He heard Mudwings live together in broods at all times, so perhaps commune bathing is the norm here? Is the other dragon even a Mudwing, though? He dares not look to find out. But he is... Befuddled by the following events, nonetheless.\n\nIt seems his temporary paradise was broken when the other dragon began speaking; to *Him.* More droplets was sprayed onto his wing as they talked,\n\n```\"Howdy! Sorry about the splash, didn't realize you were sitting over there!\"```\n\nSo they didn't realize he was there, after all. Either this dragon is young—not an impossibility, for their voice is on the higher side—or they have a total lack of awareness to their environment. Either choices sounds dangerous in this day and age.\n\n```\"That's a nice lookin' helmet you've got there! I know a few friends that could help-\"```\n\nBlackbolt could not listen more to what they've said, for those words caused him to jump slightly and bringing the mask closer to his chest, in a crude attempt to shield it—and himself, from the other dragon's view. His head lowered involuntarily, talons instinctively bringing the mask onto his face, but he stopped himself before he can after seeing it still covered in the river's waters. He lifted a talon and tugged his hood downwards some more.\n\nWhat in the Moons shall he do in this situation..."
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{
"author": "[ valentine ]",
"message": "The soft landing of a dragon could be heard throughout the swamp, a gentle breeze swept through as the large wings of this pinkish hued dragon closed. Valentine raised his head, eyes sweeping the swamp softly. He was out on a mission, looking for a rare lily that grew deep within these swamps. An herbal remedy he wished to brew. He took a gentle step forward, before another, sweeping across the mangroves with a stride."
},
{
"author": "Cashew",
"message": "Cashew had been napping in one of the young mangrove trees, enjoying the warm sun on her scales and the fresh (swampy) air. At the sound of wingbeats and a landing she peeked one brown eye open, curious as ever to see what was going on. At the sight of such a warm-colored dragon (and one that was *Certainly* Not a mudwing), the dragonet perked up, sails flashing an interested bright green before she slithered down the wiry branches to go say hi. \"Hi there!\" Cashew chirped, dropping down to hang from her tail on a lower branch, coming almost snout-to-snout with the stranger. \"What's your name? I'm Cashew!\""
},
{
"author": "[ valentine ]",
"message": "He proceeded cautiously, being weary of approaching MudWing patrols, his ear shot up as a rustling ensued. Valentine let out a soft hiss as the small RainWing appeared, tail lashing in annoyance. *\"...Hello.\"* He acknowledged, before tilting his head at her next question, raising his snout just slightly to view her smaller figure. *\"Valentine, but you may call me Val.\"* He answered, before trying to tread forward just slightly. No time for delay."
},
{
"author": "Cashew",
"message": "She beamed, dropping to the ground beside him with a soft *Thump* And hurrying to keep up. \"That's a cool name! You're a skywing, right? I've never seen one before. Catfish says if I ever see one then I gotta hide, but you don't look mean and also Catfish says a lot of weird stuff.\" She plodded alongside the larger dragon, acting for all the world as if she had known him all her life, gently bobbing her head and shrugging her wings to an unheard beat. \"Whatcha doin' here? Isn't this really far from Claws of the Clouds?\" Cashew asked, pouncing on a bundle of swamp grass and pulling some of it apart in her claws."
},
{
"author": "[ valentine ]",
"message": "Valentine let out a long, soft sigh. He waited for her to finish, before opening his mouth to speak, glancing down at the RainWing. *\"I am... Most dragons turn to me for their problems.\"* Valentine snorted at her comment, moving a patch of reeds with his tail. He continued to listen to her, before adjusting his wings in distaste. *\"I'm here for a flower.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Cashew",
"message": "\"What kinda problems? Like, if they need a back scratch?\" Cashew shook the plant bits off her feet, unconsciously shifting her talons to match the shades of dark green and brown before hopping back on track, tilting her head curiously at Valentine as she tried to match his scale colors. They were lovely shades of pink she had never seen; there weren't many pastels in the mud kingdom, especially down in the mines. \"What kinda flower?\" She continued to pester, checking the undersides of her wings and trying to discreetly peer at his to compare the shades. \"I know where to get flowers. There are irises near the river, and sometimes marigolds grow in the grasslands, and there are *Lots* Of rose mallows around here.\""
},
{
"author": "[ valentine ]",
"message": "*\"Mmm.. Anything, really. Sore throat? Chamomile with a mix of peppermint...\"* He listed, before watching her with a side-eye. *\"A rare lily, I need it for a brew I'm working on. Do you know where I could find one?\"* He blinked, catching her in the act. He discreetly lifted his wings just slightly, as a fake stretch. Pausing long to let her get the colors she needed."
},
{
"author": "Cashew",
"message": "\"Oh, that's cool too. Whenever I have a sore throat Silt tells me to *\"Get out of the tunnels\"* And *\"Go see the doctor.\"* And that's *Boring,* Because they always tell me to sniff ginger for*Ever.*\" Her eyes lit up at the opportunity, mimicking his scales as well as she could, though a brief ripple of neon happy-yellow shot down her back before it returned to pink. \"A lily? Ummm, I think we have lilies. There are water lilies and lotuses at Minnow Lake, and spider lilies grow near the Diamond Spray, but Silt told me to never ever eat them because they'll give me a tummy ache.\" Her belly changed to a sickly greenish-grey as if to show exactly what she meant."
},
{
"author": "[ valentine ]",
"message": "*\"Mmm.. I see.\"* Valentine murmured, before giving a small crack of a smile in the unseen side of his face. *\"Yes, a spider lily.\"* He nodded, before shrugging his shoulders. *\"That is true, but when ground into a pulp, and the juices are diluted. It helps with fevers and high temperature.\"* He said factually."
},
{
"author": "Cashew",
"message": "She stuck out her tongue anyways, screwing up her snout at the thought. \"They sound gross,\" Cashew blew a raspberry. \"Have you ever had cranberries? Or water chestnuts? Or blueberries? Catfish brings me those to eat and sometimes fruit from the rainforest. My favorites are mangoes, but I also like chestnuts. They're kinda crunchy but not too much, and they're sorta sweet.\" At the mention of fruit, her entire body burst into shades of red, white, and blue, then yellows, greens, and reds, like she was trying to become the foods she was talking about. \"What's your favorite food? What kinda foods are in the sky kingdom? Do you have fruit?\""
},
{
"author": "[ valentine ]",
"message": "He listened to the young dragonet blabber, swaying his tail as he continued through the swamp. *\"I don't usually touch fruits, unless I can use them.\"* Valentine stated, before yawning softly, a trail of smoke leaving his snout. *\"Mmm.. I like cooked lamb.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Cashew",
"message": "\"I don't like meat,\" Cashew shook her head, frill flapping about. \"It's too heavy.\" Her attention zeroed in on a passing dragonfly, scales shifting once more to the shimmering blue-greens of its body, and she bounded after it, though didn't go far from ~~her new friend~~ Valentine. \"What about games? Do you like games? I'm *Super* Good at hide and seek. Catfish says I'm not allowed to change color when we play anymore,\" She giggled, then shuffled closer to Valentine, like she was trying to tell him a secret. \"But sometimes I do anyways,\" Cashew whispered loudly with a conspiratorial grin."
},
{
"author": "[ valentine ]",
"message": "He glanced down at the tiny RainWing, raising a slight brow in interest. *\"Mmm, I don't play games.\"* Valentine announced, raising his head to look above the tree tops for a moment. He raised himself up onto his hind legs, peering into the trees. Valentine hissed softly, ear flicking in annoyance. *This lily is so concealed...* He growled in his head."
}
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{
"author": "exikai",
"message": "**Description: A smaller sized volcano, a forge connected to it. The forge itself usually is hot inside, though there are a bunch of vent like openings to allow air in, all which are able to be closed. As well as two plague doctor-like masks, on a rack, they both have tubes connected to them leading to fresh air if needed. It's mostly constructed of stone with reinforcements of a type of metal alloy in certain areas like the roof. The inside is similar to that of a normal forge, with the exception of areas that are meant to have lava flowing through and out.**"
},
{
"author": "Stonefly",
"message": "*The bright scolding lava would illuminate the dark walls of the forge as it flowed through specially designed passageways all reinforced with some sort of glistening metal.*\n\n*A loud noise echoed throughout the forge CLANK! BAM! CLANG! Stonefly held onto a heated piece of metal, glowing an orange red color with her bare talons, seemingly unfazed. With her right talons she would slam into the scrap hit by hit it slowly began to resemble a sword's blade.*\n\n*Stone stood on her hind legs using her tail for balance as she was shaping a sword against an anvil. Eventually mid way she stopped, glancing at the barely finished scrap.* **Moons, im tired..** *The large mudwing thought to herself, grabbing the metal piece and dunking it in a metal tub as it rapidly cooled down, then taking it out quickly drying it with a piece of fur and placing it on a shelf nearby.* **Ill just reheat it tomorrow and continue.** *Stonefly would stretch her wings and her talons as she finally got off her hind legs, standing normally she would make way for the exit of the forge. Her days work was over.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "Caldera had left his shop for the day, flying away to explore as he had enough scales to do so. As he started passing the volcano, he heard the booms and clangs.\n\n\nHaving no idea what it was, he went to explore what it was. Caldera, seeing a small entrance, entered into it.\n\n\nHis scales were blasted with the warmth of lava. He saw her, a Mudwing. Caldera felt a bit nervous.\n\n\n\"U-Umm... Hello miss\"\n\n\nCaldera said to the Mudwing"
},
{
"author": "Stonefly",
"message": "*As Stonefly was approaching the exit she suddenly saw a figure emerge.. She tilted her head glancing at the Skywing's scales and face.* **Is that Tauru? No, that's clearly a skywing you slug brain, the delivery dragon?.. They weren't to come here today, unless I got a new order. Wait no that doesn't look like her. IS THAT A COMPLETELY RANDOM DRAGON THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE?!? Perhaps..** *Stonefly took a second to think after hearing them speak, trotting over to them she finally replied.* \n\n\"And who may you be..? I don't recall knowing YOU, unless my mosquito brain is forgetting again.. Then this is going to be very awkward and- Nevermind just tell me who you are.\" \n\n*She would say in an obnoxious tone before cutting herself off realizing she was start to yap about off topic things.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "The rather small Skywing looked up at her, his ears down as he was pretty nervous.\n\n\n\"I-I'm- umm- my n-name is Caldera\"\n\n\nHe finally said, his voice shaky.\nHe has never seen a Mudwing so this was a whole new experience."
},
{
"author": "Stonefly",
"message": "*Stonefly thought for a moment, scratching her chin.* **Do I know a caldera?.. Maybe, maybe not.** \n\n\"HMMMMMMMMM... WAIT ARE YOU A VISITOR! I haven't had visitors in a WHILE, not many pass through here to get to the mudwing kingdom anymore. So it gets LONELY, and the nearest village is quite far away.\" \n\n*The large mudwing would then stare off into the distance awkwardly having a flashback of sorts. Before inspecting caldera, WITH ZERO SENSE OF PERSONAL SPACE, she would proceed to lift his wing looking as if it as some sort of contraption she hasn't seen before.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "He would be trying to respond, but she just kept talking and talking. Once she started to inspect him, he got scared and uncomfortable.\n\n\n\n\"Ahh! M-Miss!\"\n\n\nHe would trying to back away, but was unsuccessful \n\n\n\"Can you please stop? I-I'm un-uncomfortable!\""
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Caldera** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "Stonefly",
"message": "*Finally realizing that maybe invading somebodies personal space would make them uncomfortable quickly stepped away* \n\n\"Oh.. IM SORRY! Anyways, ARE YOU A VISITOR THOUGH?\" *She switched to an excited tone as she eagerly smiled. Waiting Caldera's answer.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "He backed up a bit, finally having space.\n\n\n\"Umm... Y-yes I-I am\"\n\nHe said, his wings close to his body."
},
{
"author": "Stonefly",
"message": "\"GATOR EGGS! I knew I'd get a visitor some day, probably..\"\n\n *Stonefly exclaimed, curling her tail she motioned Caldera to follow, turning around she had already forgotten about leaving her forge to enjoy a nice relaxing soak in mud.* \n\n\"Come come! I have SOOO MANY things to talk about.\""
}
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{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "^= in mind \n\n^Oh no...^\n\n\nHe sighed and went in with her back into the forge. He was still nervous, though... Interested.\n\n\n\"Soo... This is a forge?\""
},
{
"author": "Stonefly",
"message": "*She suddenly snapped her head back eyeing Caldera intensely like a cat to a bird.. Was somebody asking her about her FORGE?.. She would lift her tail, her ears perked up.* \n\n\"MY FORGE?.. Yes yes, my forge. This is my forge, its AMAZING, i designed this bad boy myself! Of course i had help with building it but you know, that doesnt matter. Anyways, the best part about it is the lava, it can make even some of the toughest of metals easy to work with. Unlike the petty fire most blacksmiths use-\"\n\n*Stonefly was just beginning her days long talk about her forge.. Uh oh*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "He put on a fake smile.\nHe... Didn't really know what to do, she just kept talking and talking and TALKING!\n\n\n\"Okay okay miss! I get it! Its an amazing forge, you built it yourself and the lava and fire and the boom pow sparks!\"\n\n\nHe caught himself snapping at her, which made him cover his snout\n\n\n\"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to snap at you...\""
}
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{
"author": "Stonefly",
"message": "*Stonefly sighed, perhaps not everybody wanted to hear about her GREAT forge.*\n\n\"No no, its alright, I shouldnt be wasting your time, you probably have placed to be.\" \n\n*She replied as her ears returned to normal, her tail back to its usual drooping posture. She would reach a mostly metal shelf, from there she picked up some object. Turning around it revealed a knife, not the type used for cutting food or skinning animals, but a dagger. And a well decorated one at that, it had an assortment of patterns carved into it and a gem on the cross-guard. A quite well crafted one at that. It could certainly either sell for a good price or be used in combat if need be.* \n\n\"Here, this old slug has been laying on my shelves for FAR too long. The dragon who requested it was killed or something and nobody wanted to take it in their place, and I obviously have no use for it. So take it, think of it as a souvenir for your travels!\" \n\n*She wrapped it in a cloth of sorts before quickly tying a thin rope around it, she reached out her talons. Seemingly waiting for Caldera to take the now wrapped dagger.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "He smiled, happily taking the dagger\n\n\n\"Thanks, miss!\"\n\n\nHe held out a beautiful necklace, made from a gold chain, emerald studs and an amber heart"
},
{
"author": "Stonefly",
"message": "*Her eyes glistened at the necklace, it was certainly pretty..*\n\n\"For me..?\"\n\n*She reached out grabbing it by the chain, observing the gems on it.*\n\n\"Oh thank you, it's beautiful!\" \n\n*She hesitantly put it on her neck, smiling at caldera.*"
}
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{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "*Caldera had been flying for a while, needing go hold a meeting with a royal Mudwing, that being Princess Estuary. He landed a couple of feet away. Caldera look rather small for a Skywing, a bit smaller than even her. You couldn't see much of him, though, considering his silver armor all over him* \n\n\"P-Princess Estuary?\"\n\n*He asked to make sure it was her. But obviously he was nervous*\n\nI had already told strat0 that he varries in different rps. One rp hes a general the other hes a jewelry maker"
},
{
"author": "strat0.",
"message": "Well im pretty sure here you cant just vary their ranking based on scenario, it's like \" Say they're a jewelry maker in their sub, they're a jewelry make. \" Or \" Once you recieve the consent from the queen, you can submit him as a general \"\n\nBut since this guy's a jewelry maker now i see it isn't very logical for them to be having peace talks...\n\nEspecially when the skywing is 7..."
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "I thought that like in the books 7 is adult"
},
{
"author": "strat0.",
"message": "But still, it's a little illogical for a jewelry maker to be having official peace talks"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "If ya want we can redo but hes bringing jewlery?"
},
{
"author": "strat0.",
"message": "Hmmm, sure, narcissism gal wants the big prettys!\n\nIll just repost my starter"
},
{
"author": "Princess \"Estuary\"",
"message": "*The muddy, water-touched tall grass swayed in the breeze, water idly rippling with each subtle movement of an insect or frog. Above the plains below, a single dragon could be seen. She was decently sized and had a more slender, feminine build than other Mudwings. Upon her flapping wings was a dazzling pattern, which seemed like a sun, which glimmered lightly in the shine of the sun above. Slowly, the Mudwing slowed the beat of her wings, sticking her paws out in front of her to catch herself as she landed. With a satisfying squelch, she landed amidst the flooded plains, brownish water sloshing against her upper forearms as she wadded through the blades. However, if you got a closer look, this Mudwing was more than a simple soldier, no the jewelry adorning her body obviously displayed royalty, and there was only one royal Mudwing her age, Princess Estuary.*\n\n*A good question that would pop into any dragon's mind upon seeing a young Princess at such a heated border would be; 'Why in all three moons would a Princess be down here?'. Well, that's up to whoever is watching her to find out...*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "*Caldera had been flying for a while, needing go hold a meeting with a royal Mudwing, that being Princess Estuary. He landed a couple of feet away. Caldera look rather small for a Skywing, a bit smaller than even her. But, his scales were beautiful! A dark crimson, then an apple red, then orange. His wings were different shades of beautiful yellows. And he had a pouch on, which held her jewelry he had made for her*\n\n\"P-Princess Estuary?\"\n\n*He asked to make sure it was her. But obviously he was nervous*"
},
{
"author": "Princess \"Estuary\"",
"message": "*Estuary gave an excited grin as she spotted the humble jewelry maker soaring down from the sky, landing relatively close to her. Eager to get her hands on the rather illustrious Skywing jewelry, she bounded over to the young Skywing, greedily licking her lips as she eyed the pouch along his throat. She then removed her gaze from the jewelry pouch, locking eyes with the jewelry maker.*\n\n\" Ah, young Caldera, I hope you are aware how much I appreciate this little... Favor.\"\n\n*She spoke, a subtle southern drawl in her voice.*\n\n\" Now, how much did you ask for them again?\"\n\n*She seemed as if she was going for a pouch of treasure, but suddenly released an absurd giggle.*\n\n\" Oh that's right, I'm royalty! I don't owe you anything! Hand over the goods.\"\n\n*With the last part of her sentence, she went from a sweet giggly voice to a cold and intimidating gaze, holding her talons out greedily towards the young Skywing.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "*He cleared his throat and looked away from her gaze, reaching to his pouch* \n\n\"A-Anytime, Princess Estuary...\"\n\n*He held out the pouch towards her. Inside it held a beautiful emerald horn ring, a lovely necklace which was a gold chain with an amber heart, and finally, even a little diamond* \n\n\"I m-made th-them myself...\""
},
{
"author": "Princess \"Estuary\"",
"message": "*He cleared his throat and looked away from her gaze, reaching to his pouch* \"A-Anytime, Princess Estuary...\" *He held out the ...\n\n*A grin almost like that of a dragonet seeing treasure for the first time spread across her face, and she quite viciously snatched the jewelry pouch, taking out first the horn ring and inspecting it with an expression of awe.*\n\n\" Mmm, yes yes, and I'm so very proud of you for it...\"\n\n*She replied almost mindlessly, her attention being solely on the jewelry that she held preciously in her talons. Slowly, she put the necklace over her head, frustratingly catching it and prying it off one of her horns. Once getting it fully on, it fit her neck almost perfectly, the amber heart gently resting along her chest. Estuary cooed at the necklace, before taking out the horn, delicately slipping it onto her right horn.*\n\n\"Oh, I am so pretty! Don't you agree?\"\n\n*The princess asked, a yearning expression across her muzzle as she awaited approval from the jewelry maker.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "*He nodded, a soft smile on his face as he fidgeted with his talons*\n\n\"Of co-course, Princess Estuary!\"\n\n*He then looked embarrassed because of his obvious stutter, turning his head away from her* \n\n\"At least-least y-you like them!\""
},
{
"author": "Princess \"Estuary\"",
"message": "\" Are you being sarcastic? \"\n\n*Estuary snarled viciously, taking offense from seemingly nothing as she got dangerously close to Caldera, knocking him back a little with how suddenly she got closer to him.*\n\n\" OF COURSE I LIKE THEM, THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL! \"\n\n*She yelled at him, before suddenly becoming passive once more.*\n\n\" Well, if you can make something as illustrious as these, it'd be a shame to harm you without getting more...\"\n\n*She thought to herself, stroking a talon against her chin. The emphasis that she previously meant to do him harm could've caused some worry in Caldera.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "*He screamed loudly as he felt back, struggling in the mud*\n\n\"AHH! No no! Do-don't hurt me p-please! I'm not b-be-being sarcastic I swear to the three moons!\"\n\n*He pleaded. He was much scared then any other dragon would be. Hearing her speak once more, he calmed down a bit, but not much*"
},
{
"author": "Princess \"Estuary\"",
"message": "*He screamed loudly as he felt back, struggling in the mud* \"AHH! No no! Do-don't hurt me p-please! I'm not b-be-being sarcasti...\n\n*She gave a slight frown of pity at his feeble pleas, flicking her tail in annoyance. Estuary exhaled, giving him a look up and down.*\n\n\" Do you think you could possibly make me a tail ring? I think it'd be very pretty, Caldera. Oh and don't worry, as long as you keep making my pretty jewelry, we'll get along just fine.\"\n\n*Estuary gave a passive aggressive grin, her tail sloshing water behind her as it wagged idly.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "\"Y-Yes yes of course!\" \n\n*He nodded, getting up slowly*\n\n\"What do you-you want it made out of?\"\n\n*He asked, trembling a bit, avoiding her gaze*"
},
{
"author": "Princess \"Estuary\"",
"message": "\"Y-Yes yes of course!\" *He nodded, getting up slowly* \"What do you-you want it made out of?\" *He asked, trembling a bit, avo...\n\n\" Oh I think it's obvious...\"\n\n*Estuary replied, eyeing him as he trembled. After receiving no response, her muzzle scrunched up in annoyance.*\n\n\" Gold, obviously!\"\n\n*She said in a sassy tone, glaring at the young Skywing.*\n\n\" I want a gold tail ring by hmmm... Next month..\"\n\n*Next month was a high demand, but, maybe it was possible.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "*He felt challenged, looking at her. Unlike every other dragon, he avoided eye to eye contact* \n\n\"S-Sounds easy! Hehe! I-Ill get to it-it now!\" \n\n*He turned and started to fly away*"
},
{
"author": "Princess \"Estuary\"",
"message": "\" Very well... Until next time, Caldera... Don't forget...\"\n\n*She said the latter of that statement in a foreboding voice, the sound of her voice fading away as Caldera flew away. With a dismissive snort, she too rose and flew in the opposite direction back to the Mud Kingdom Palace.*\n\n\" Well, that runt is a little pathetic...\"\n\n*She said in an amused tone to herself as she flew off.*"
}
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{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "*Dustmite was looking through the forest, the sandwing stood out in the fog that shrouded this forest perpetually. She had yet another lead on a piece of treasure, it had to be somewhere around here after all. Or a trick, or trap like it was a few times before she hated those moments where she was fooled.*\n\n\"Where could it be...\""
},
{
"author": "Grasshopper",
"message": "No matter how many times he entered this forest, Grasshopper was nowhere near as familiarized with the bleak, foggy forest of the MudWings as most others were. This was because he rarely ventured out toward this forest or any of its adjacent landmarks, except under dire circumstances.\n\nThe circumstances were, quite indeed, very dire to the MudWing, as shortly prior Grasshopper learned that his stock of bananas had been running low (which is a crime in and of itself, he would have you know). Luckily, Poppy claimed (quite confidently, too) that there were some growing in the forest, and during a time as needy as this, Grasshopper was willing to take the excursion.\n\nHe didn't really expect another dragon around, and after overhearing a mutter in the silent forest, was quite surprised to see that there in fact was one- and it wasn't a MudWing, or a RainWing like Poppy. He blinked at the other dragon, then brought himeslf to approach it. \"H-hello? New person? Or not— I can't really make out your face through the fog!\""
},
{
"author": "Watermelon",
"message": "Of all the ways Watermelon could've got lost, heavy fog and an unfamiliar forest weren't that embarrassing. Flying wasn't worth the hassle of narrowly missing trunks and branches, so walking until the weather cleared it was.\n\nHe knew he should've bought that map, even though he was familiar with the route to and from the Sea Kingdom's shore. The hybrid wasn't sure why he kept traveling to the latter, given he never dared to venter into bottomless waters or interact with pure-blooded Seawings. He \nSquishes his foretalons in the mud, mulling over his situation, and swearing he heard voices.\n\nOh, yeah, dragon voices; a good sign. The presence of others could signify nearby civilization, and civilization meant getting back on track.\n\nThough he can't make out the forms of other dragons yet, he calls out; \"Good to know there's others around!\""
},
{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "\"U-Uhm... Yeah... New person, who're you?\"\n\n*Dustmite would call out to the mudwing that she had yet to be able to identify through vision, she really didn't need any hostility from the mud wing and other mysterious dragon.*\n\n*She would end up slipping in the mud, hitting the ground with. Quite audible squishy splat, trying to get back up from the slippery mud she fell in.*\n\n\"Woah! Oomf-!\""
},
{
"author": "Grasshopper",
"message": "The MudWing appeared to be approaching a little bit quicker now now that his assumptions were confirmed. \"Ah-! Name's Hi— Hop— Grasshopper. It's Grasshopper. Oh- that's a fall.\"\n\nHe extended his talon to the other dragon in the mud. \"Well, at least you dropped somewhere friendly. Mud feels good, doesn't it?\""
},
{
"author": "Watermelon",
"message": "He can hear the voices clearer now and continues his trek toward them. Watermelon ducks his head, slowing his approach when the silhouettes of the two become identifiable. His wings twitch, nervousness rolling around his stomach like a smooth pebble.\n\n\"Uh, hello.\""
},
{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "\"I'm- I'm okay! Why is it so slippery and wet... I hate mud.\"\n\n*Dustmite would say as she grabbed hold of the Mudwing's talon. Helping herself get pulled up to a standing position to greet the Mudwing and Seawing.*\n\n\"Uhm, hi you two... Are you friends? My name is Dustmite.\""
}
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{
"author": "Grasshopper",
"message": "\"Friends-?\" Echoed the MudWing, glancing in either direction of him. He'd, for a moment, expected a RainWing in sight, but alas, there was none. \".....Nnnnnnope. No friends here. Well- not yet, anyway! Name's Grasshopper. Interested in a banana, maybe?\"\n\nThe question seemed to be directed at the both of them as he dug around a pouch wrapped around his neck and pulled out a couple of bananas. \"I don't have many left, but a hungry dragon is hardly a dragon at all! I offer the gift of food!\""
},
{
"author": "Watermelon",
"message": "His stomach rumbled, hunger making itself known after the mention of food. His wings shift to a bright gold hue.\n\n\"Thanks!\" Watermelon chirped, eagerly accepting the food."
},
{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "\"Oh... Bananas... Don't these only grow in rainwing territory? You must've flown a great distance for these.\"\n\n*Dustmite liked bananas but not as much as mangos, mangos had the best taste of any fruit in her opinion even though she wasn't big on eating fruit.*\n\n\"So uhm, what are your names?\"\n\n*Dustmite would ask, taking a banana and starting to eat it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook sat looking out at cerulean sea as the sun towards the western horizon fell in slow motion- giving the ocean a surreal, tranquil appearance as the high tide began to roll inwards... This was the life- the saline breeze on your scales- not a worry in sight- just the passion for endless adventure, endless treasure- endless prizes. A genuine smile crept across the Seawings' snout- here he was- he was *Finally* Where he wanted to be in life- but even then, without his old partner, the Sandwing, Basalt- it did get too quiet for the rowdy souls' comfort- but after the final goodbye in the Scorpion Den with a pitstop in Possibility- he was finally ready to leave that sorrow behind himself- from now on- he was only going to look towards that cerulean horizon in the distance- be it east, west, north- or south. He had some loose ends to tie - but was revenge what *He* Wanted- \n\nBrook scoffed at the thought- 'what *He* Wanted' it was against everything Brook had set out to do the moment he left home- he was supposed to be his on derg- but here he was, still thinking about how someone who was long dead would think- God, he was- pathetic.\n\nHe was lost in thoughts for a few more moments when the sound- a familiar sound- one made by the steps of another Seawing on the rugged planks of the dock trotting forward. He put on his award-winning smile and turned to look at the stranger- never one to keep his head low to ignore anyone- even if doing so would be in his best interests- he knew the ship beside his was a vessel for pillaging- but this poor lad looked more like a lost pup then a pirate- it almost made him cringe- if it weren't for chorus of opportunity that sang so sweetly in his ear- and to that he stepped in front of the Seawing - donning an assertive posture - partially extending his wings to make himself look bigger than he was as he extended a talon. \"I take it you're the buccaneer o'this vessel?~\" He gestured to Kraken's ship before slowly looking him from snout to tail tip- to talons with the predatory eyes of a seasoned thief as he rubbed his chin and paused before continuing. \"I didn't take it this line of work had so many... Newbies- Ah! Forgive me- the name's Brook- Captain Brook, and you might be?~\""
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "The smaller, slightly younger dragon had climbed out of his ship, onto the dock. He yawned, feeling rather confident about this trip- or at least, so it seemed. His ears perked up as he was approached. He huffed slightly, not really having to look up at the other dragon due to how long his neck was. He gave the other dragon a blank, ever so slightly annoyed stare.\n\"I am. I'm also not a 'newbie', Brook.\"\nHis nose scrunched at him indignantly.\n\"The Kraken. Unless ya haven't heard o' me, mate? 'Pparently, I'm pretty famous 'round these parts. It'd take a real idiot to not know who I am.\""
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "A very large, almost bodyguard-looking dragon stepped out into the dock behind Kraken. He was covered in scars, one of his horns was even broken off.\n\"Is there an issue?\"\nHe rumbled, his deep voice echoing across the cove."
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "Man is literally a whale/j"
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook turned his head away from Kraken to hide the smirk on his face- a newbie just said he wasn't a newbie- who *Was* This derg?- He thought about their name- 'Kraken'... Kraken... Kraken... Wait a minute- was this... *That* Kraken?- Brook's puzzled expression only reached resolution once the neurons connecting the string of ideas together made sense- and oh yes, this was Kraken- but either someone was bullshitting the poor lad- or - he confused his own name with the that of the legendary octopus, both of which, were hilarious ideas to entertain. \n\n\"I' no problems here, just a friendly chat between two new *Friends*- ain't that right, Tentacles?~\" He wrapped an arm around the back of Kraken's neck in a playful manner - that at the very least stifled him from denying the claim. \n\n\"Anyways- I'm quite big around here as well- in fact, I'm the pirate that *Owns* These waters- which leads me to the next point- I'm usually a benevolent leader when it comes to our anarchist cause.\" He ignored the inherent contradiction between the two statements with a pensive, almost sorrowful expression. \"But see 'ere there's barely enough Brooky to go 'round so most of me... Business opportunities are sunk by other boats- oh but that's where you- and everyone else in this cove comes in - well - anyone worth their salt as a pirate I suppose.~\" He grinned- teasing Kraken - and putting him on the defense of his self-proclaimed fame- \"I take a wee tariff- a tax if you will, on all the good that flow through these waters n'come to think of it- You haven't paid your dues.\"\n\nBefore Livy could bare their teeth at the idea- a rather dangerous looking Skywing dove into the scene- flying in place as to not touch the flammable material of the docks with their talons- even at a glance it was easy to tell this was one of the famed rarities- among the tribe- an individual with Firescales - though Brook threw up a hand with a shrug and looked at his companion. \"*Like* I said- this is my *New friend*- don'tcha have business to finish up for me - Smoky? Plus- wouldn't want to get under the scales of *The* Kraken.~\" The Skywing rolled their eyes- and without so much as a sigh- shot into the distance. \"So- where were we again?~\""
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "A low growl was emitted from his throat. If he had the ability to breathe flames, he would have, right into Brook's face."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "\"I know all of Captain's friends. You ain't one of 'em.\"\nHe snarled. He listened to his little speech with his annoyance clearly building.He nearly jumped out of his scales when the Firescales flew down, grabbing a spear from its holster and pointing it at the Skywing. He snapped at Brook.\n\"I'd suggest ya getcher hands off my Captain.\""
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "\"Ugh.\"\nHe grumbled, slipped out of Brook's arm. He flipped the sail that covered his scarred eye to the other side, baring his fangs at the other dragon.\n\"Listen, I got places to be. Let's wrap this up. I got the gold to spare, if that's whatcha really want. Yer not gonna intimidate me inta keepin' away, if that's what yer after. This here's one'a tha best fishin' spots this side'a the 'Thousand Scales. I ain't gonna scatter just 'cause one little stream wants some of my loot.\""
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook chuckled and put both talons up- leaning his weight on the knuckles of his wings when the spear was dragged out. \"Aye aye, cap'n - n'that's true- that's why I said- *New* Friend.~\" He chuckled and rested his talons on the planks of the dock- watching the overtly serious Kraken step away. Oh how the 'Mighty and Famous Kraken's' display of aggression did little to perturbed Brook- the seasoned scallywag was much like a salesman- and in that sense, knew he'd get a 'buy' - though at this point it became less about the gold- and more about- well, messing with this dragon some more because he was having too much fun thus far. \"Alright- be on your way~ Wouldn't want to let a lil stream prevent the Kraken's course upriver now would we?~\" He bowed dramatically- the pattern on his scales glittering - though it would be difficult to discern if he was saying something or if he was just showing off- \n\nIn truth- he was saying something- something the crew of his ship must've identified as they quickly scattered across the deck to their preferred positions as a camouflaged Rainwing curled up the center mast - de-cloaking into a brilliant set of shades, tones and hues of bright yellow and deep ocean blue. \n\n\"We'll uh- hopefully be seein yah around- *Safe* . . . Travels, n'all that.\" He choked on his own laughter as Kraken and his crew made their way out to wherever the boy needed to be.\n\nThough it wouldn't be little more than 45 minutes on the dot that a familiar vessel made its approach towards Kraken's - raising their jolly roger in a clear sign of aggression as to give Kraken's crew plenty of time to respond- in other words, this was a test- to see if Kraken would stand and fight for the words he filled his gills with- or if he'd belly-up and submit when faced with adversity- Despite the Skywing gliding above their ship and being a clear advantage in a fight- it seemed Brook had ordered them to remain out of the conflict entirely, which spoke volumes about his ego- as well elluding to the fact he didn't wish to actually sink Kraken's ship."
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "\"Yeah, yeah.\"\nHe rolled his eyes at the larger dragon, his long tail flicking and nearly swiping Brook as he left, back to his ship."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "He gave him a glare, before following his Captain back on deck."
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "He was sitting atop the deck, manning the wheel as he sailed quietly. His ship was usually rather silent, but as his sharp eyes noticed the ship in the distance, everything erupted into thunderous life. Livyatan started barking orders, and Kraken dove down into the belly of the ship. He retrieved a large box of weapons, flying back up and throwing it onto the deck for his crew to grab. He himself grabbed a narwhal spear, not unlike those of long dead royalty. He snarled, glaring at the Skywing above as his own flag was swapped- the plain black flag rose upon the mast, signalling that they would most certainly be engaging in this fight. However, if the other party surrendered, they would show mercy. It seemed as if he was giving them a similar treatment, even without a Firescales on his side."
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook had a hearty laugh at the rise of Kraken's own flag and gripped the helm firmly as that exciting adrenaline rush he had chased for what had to have been his entire life, jittered through his nerves with anticipation. His crew scrambled about- a big Mudwing positioning what appeared to be some kind of- specialized set of... Canons(?) - it was hard to tell at a distance, but they certainly didn't look like traditional artillery - their noses were narrow and the canons themselves weren't half as bulky- which allowed for are more of them to be lining the deck- and one by one in quick succession they fired- sending a barrage of tethered, bone harpoons into the side of the Karken's ship and along his masts- each ivory spear was lined with serrations that would be it terribly painful to grip one- let alone pull one out, especially with the same backwards facing nicks along the shaft of the spears helped further anchor the spears into their targets. \n\nIt wasn't unheard of for a boarding to go something like this- but normally dragons had to throw ropes and harpoons over- which required them to be much closer than what Brook' ship and crew where capable of- even now there was a hearty distance between the two ships that certainly within throwing distance- Quickly across what looked to be dozens of tightropes, the ship's occupants crawled across- all the while Brook left his first mate to man the ship and keep the ropes taught without slack as he raced headfirst with his companions which consisted of 3 Sandwings, the Mudwing from before, 2 Seawings (besides Brook himself), and 1 Nightwing-\n\nThe ropes were plenty in number- and a call needed to be made whether it would be worth it to *Try* And cut the ropes, which would certainly take a rather long time given the volume- or if the crew of Kraken's ship should just prepare for the arrival of Brook and his band - either way they were certainly coming at a rapid pace- an while one might think flying would be the more obvious solution to boarding- Brook liked a- unconventional approach to say the least, it was certainly more exciting."
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "Livyatan stayed on ship, to keep yelling orders at his crew, to stand their ground and all that. However, the Kraken did not do the same. He was able to make eye contact with Brook, before slipping away to seemingly never be seen again. It was like he had left his crew to die or something, with the way he went back below deck, but his crew seemed unfazed. Likely, they hadn't noticed him go down."
},
{
"author": "Boverisuchus (NPC)",
"message": "An extremely tanky-looking Mud/Sea hybrid stood at the side of the ship, looking like he was almost excited for the fight that was about to ensue. He snarled and snapped at the oncoming pirates, like some crocodile that was waiting for its prey to slip into its waters. He carried two daggers. Maybe he had a death wish or something, because he was raring to go."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "He had rushed to the hybrid's side, and raised his spear up high. While they would show mercy if the others surrendered, he would not guarantee anything of the sort if they did not."
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook's half-mocking grin never slipped from his face- even in the heat of a potentially violent clash between the two sides as he barked a couple orders to his crew before seeming to vanish from the carpet of tightropes as if he had used animus magic or had been a Rainwing the whole time- \n\nDespite Kraken having a less than favorable reputation among hardened criminals- his crew proved as to why their captain was able to stay on the seas with a surprising amount of ferocity to be had as weapons clashed and talons and tails thrashed. Even Brooks' crew had to give it their all to keep up with Krakens'- mostly fighting defensively despite their offensive approach as shouting and the sound of more canons firing outside the bowels of Karken's ship could be heard in a cacophony of chaotic war cries as more of the dreaded harpoons shot through the hull - narrowly missing the dear captain himself.\n\nWhile it had seemed like Brook vanished- in reality, he simply dove below the sea - taking the opportunity presented by his unconventional attack to sneak in a more conventional approach himself as he swam beneath the hull and crawled up the other side of the ship, sinking his talons into the wooden belly of the beast and jabbing a dagger in the side to help him on the climb- of course surveying the scene before slipping beneath the ship where Kraken had escaped- the hatch showing a glimmer of light from the surface before a heavy slam was heard- alerting Kraken that *Someone* Had arrived.\n\nThe only light was that which slipped between the boards above which shook violently with the steps and falls of dergs fighting violently - only muffled by the bags, boxes and barrels beneath the deck, though it was still quiet for one to discern their own heartbeat during the particularly tense moment. \n\nBrook slithered through the deck- killing his bioluminescent glow as he quietly stalked the corners of the bilge, ready for anything - or possibly- nothing at all."
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "Funnily enough, he did find absolutely nothing at all. Not long later, though... There were screams aboard the deck. Something bumped the Kraken's ship, causing it to list heavily to one side. \n\"Kraken!!\" Someone aboard yelled, and chaos quickly ensued aboard. What in the moons could it be that was so frightening about that small dragon? But no- it wasn't a dragon at all, it seemed. Anyone looking overboard would see the silhouette of a large, squid-like creature swimming just below the surface, seemingly interested in the ship."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "He growled, taking that moment to take care of an enemy. The Kraken's entire crew acted as if they were just as shocked as the other. The ship listed to the other side now, causing the dragons aboard to stumble, some even falling into each other with how hard it was bumped into."
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "At the cries echoed by the crews above- and the swaying of the ship becoming more than just the natural rocking of the sea, Brook looked up- the fuzzy outline of what even Brook presumed was just a tall tale- \"What in the rift between continents...?\" His eye scoured for the dragon named Kraken one last time- but wherever he was hiding- it would take far too long to simply look for him and then deal with the threat later- Brook spat to the side in annoyance and quickly crawled back to the surface- leaving what he imagined must've been a trap anyways- or maybe the poor dragon he had pursued was curled up in a ball somewhere terrified- either or could've been the case- but now simply wasn't the time for such thoughts, he had bigger fish- er- squid to fry. \n\nWhen he finally set his eyes upon the creature- his jaw nearly dropped to the floorboards as he gripped the deck - the ship slowly rolling on its' side as Brook whistled- prompting the circling Skywing above to whiz overhead and ignite the ropes tied to the harpoons that were anchored to the ship - one by one the uncut tethers let out loud snaps as the ship rolled back towards the beast- giving Brook and Karken's crews a moment of respite to catch their bearings- but there wasn't much time to waste.\n\n\"Avast! All talons on deck! If yah haven't assumed... Now's the time to put aside our differences and deal with whatever in the Bay of a Thousand Scales- **That** Is...\" He gestured to the Kraken which was rapidly recovering and starting to tilt the ship once more- \"Cinder, Terra, and Nighterror - head back and tell Silverberry to wrap around that thing while it tries to use this ship as a chew toy- prepare another barrage *With* The tethers- from there- we'll have Silver drag the beast off of *Your* Ship.\" He looked at Livy- since the Seawing Kraken was nowhere to be seen at the moment- \"I'll need you lot, Dustdevil, Waterspout, Sandstorm, and Citrine to get Kraken's canons ready along the port side of the ship- your railing should be able to keep the canons from sliding off into the sea - *Now* There is a quicker way to go about this- but lest you'd like to see your ship set ablaze and turned to driftwood, I'd take my advice on a more conservative option.\" He clapped his hands which got his crew moving - expecting Kraken's crew to take the hint from him men."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "The large dragon, larger than Brook even, nodded. He was used to giving orders, but seemed fine enough with taking them. \n\"Didn't think I'd ever see one. Just thought my Captain was crazy.\"\nHe shrugged. The crew all looked to Livyatan, who nodded to go along with his plan. At least, for now. The crew was surprisingly efficient, especially with the extra help. The tanky Mud/Sea was busy taking two canons up at a time. They were ready in a matter of minutes, aiming the canons down at the giant squid. \n\"We're right efficient, I'll tell ya that.\"\nLivyatan muttered as he hoisted the last canon into its spot.\n\"We ain't got much in ways of weapons, but we work together all right. This should be a piece of cake. Or squid, rather. Whatever ya prefer. I used to be a whaler, so I've had my fair share of issues with the local marine life.\""
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "\"I'd think your captain was crazy too-\" Brook, of course- was eager to get his hands dirty as he helped the combined crew move everything - though a lot of the final heaves and hoes were completed by the weight of gravity thanks to the Kraken tirelessly trying to capsize the vessel- \"Aye- quite the crew-\" He was about to comment on the absence of the Seawing Kraken- but he settled on not going for a low-blow, especially in a time of crisis, plus- it felt wrong to insult a captain on their *Own* Ship. \"Whaler, you say? Then- I guess you're right in your element- those- I s'pose this might have the whales you'd be catchin for breakfast, eh?\" \n\nThe captain clapped his talons together loudly- \"Avast, fly for the face- er- head of the beast, make it raise those tentacles, otherwise the canons we just prepped will do fuck all but piss it off.\" He led the charge towards the beasts' face- causing a few tendrils to rise and curl towards him- with him narrowly avoiding being grabbed till the last moment when the tip of its' tentacle grabbed his leg - if he wasn't quick to free himself, he'd be caught in a near point-blank anon blast which would turn him to little more than a shredded corpse- though no matter how he clawed at the creature's appendage, it held strong as the singeing sound of the fuses reaching their destination to ignite the load trickled down like sand towards the bottom of an hourglass in what he'd assumed would be his final moments alive- all for the sake of a sick joke in teasing someone- certainly wasn't the proudest way to go- but neither was any of his other ventures if he had died during them- though dying to save another pirate's crew and leaving his captainless for a second time felt like a punch in the gut for what his last partner had died for to begin with-\n\nAnd for the first time since that day he felt hot tears filling his eyes- a sensation he'd like to ignore because of his pride- but there was comfort in knowing no one would've seen them anyways as he struggled to survive even what seemed to be his last moments."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "\"Aye, it's likely. Though I've seen whales that would have this squid for a snack!\"\nHe snorted. As the smaller dragon was pulled off the ship, he reached out. Alas, he was just out of reach, and he snarled. Suddenly, though.. The creature let go of him. It let go, and an ink cloud far bigger than the ship grew around it. In an instant, it was gone. There was an eerie silence as the ship rocked from side to side, the residual waves crashing against the sides. The two crews looked at each other, confused."
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "For a moment, it seemed as if the squid had come back. But no- it was the *Other* Squid. He burst out of the inky blackness, grabbing Brook by the tail and flying him back on deck. He let him down, before landing himself. He snarled over board.\n\"That *Thing* Is back. It always comes after me at the worst times. Yer lucky I managed to convince it to leave before it ate ya whole like it did me last 'new friend'.\"\nHe looked down at Brook with a very pointed stare."
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook sort of- dissociated for a few moments- looking himself over, counting his talons- he hadn't hardly expected to have survived- let alone to be saved by - in all fairness what he had assumed to be- a coward... But- for the first time, in a *Long* Time- he was wrong about someone.\n\nThe ship heaved back upright- and the canons- all piled on one side of the ship- still fired even though the squid was gone- causing a loud bang that certainly temporarily deafened anyone within a good 25 - 30m radius to varying degrees- once the ship settled *Again* And the ringing came to a close, Brook looked over at Kraken with a surprised expression- but quickly cleared his throat and put on his tough-guy face again - \"I would've been fine... But thanks for the talon- I'll uh... Cut your tax entirely for the foreseeable future.\" He nervously chuckled in acknowledgement of all the good Kraken had just done for him. \n\n\"Anyways... Uhm... Thanks- I guess-\" He muttered the 'for saving my life' bit. \"But don't give yourself *Too* Much credit, don't need the great n powerful 'Kraken' to get too big of a head, aye? And you *Know* That thing? Man- maybe I *Was* Wrong about you being a 'newbie'.\" He scratched his head and slowly came to his feet, brushing himself all unceremoniously as he leaned into Kraken with that grin and raised an eyebrow at Livy. \"**See** I *Told* Yah we were friends.\""
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "He rolled his eyes.\n\"I told ya, I'd give ya mercy if ya surrendered. Ya basically did, so I helped. That's all. I've been in this game my entire life, wrestled this ship for myself all on my lonesome. I was a pirate since I was a dragonet. Born for it or somethin'. That squid's been followin' me ever since. Used ta be way smaller, though so was I.\""
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "He gave Brook an unimpressed stare.\n\"Yer not friends if someone saves yer life. That's called bein' a decent pirate. ... Thanks for the help, though. We coulda fought it off like we usually do, but... Hey. If ya don't mind dealin' with it every once in a moon, a small fleet wouldn't be such a bad idea.\"\nIt was.. Unclear as to whether Livyatan was serious or not. He always looked serious, so it was hard to tell. \n\"Doesn't mean I trust ya. Just that I appreciate the help. And the banter.\""
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "\"Oh no- If you'd like, we can keep fighting- Brook's crew *Never *Surrenders... As for bein in this game your whole life- can't say I ain't jealous- though maybe that's selfish- raised in the lap of luxury and peace- but clawed by way out of it- just couldn't stay out of trouble, so now I'm here- right where I want to be.\" He stood proud of his accomplishments- his ability to stand up on his own feet- even if it meant burning bridges with a family that was probably heartsick he had left home. \"Ahhh, old pals I take it- er more like rivals if ya pissed it off.\"\n\nBrook shrugged at the all too serious Livatan- \"A 'decent pirate' would've let me die n'took me crew and treasure- so - I guess we should be lucky Kraken was the more- ethically inclined... Pirate. Aye- one day maybe we'll be able to haul that beast in for a prize- maybe win ourselves a pretty medal for being standup citizens?~\" He laughed at the thought of it alone. \"I wouldn't trust me either - *But*- I promise I won't stab ya in the back... Yet... N if I do- I promise you won't feel a thing.\" He matched Livy's serious demeanor with the promise- making it unclear if he actually planned on doing anything- but considering he didn't use his Firescaled Skywing- it was unlikely he'd play dirty against Kraken- if only for the sake of his own pride. \"If you couldn't tell I was **Kraken** A joke... Eh?\""
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "\"Nope, I'm all good.\"\nHe shook his head, snorting slightly.\n\"Eh, somethin'. That's for damn sure.\"\nHe shrugged."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "\"Aye. If it were me ship, I woulda. Alas, me Captain's the type to not let his rivals get killed by his other rivals. The enemy of my enemy is my ally, as they say.\"\nBoth Seawings stared at him."
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "\"... You're starting to make me regret biting that squid in the ass ta get it ta let go of ya.\" \nHe muttered, though seemed to only be joking as well."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "\"... Right. Well, if ye did stab me in tha back, there'd be a bit of an issue. One that'd be far more concernin' than just an itty bitty squid, y'hear?\""
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "Brook chuckled and put on a pathetically pouty face- \"Aww, don't be like that~ I'd say this entire ordeal would've made me regret chasin your tail all the way out here for a good laugh- but I'd be lyin if I said the fight with your friend wasn't the most exciting thing I've done all month.\" He smiled and did an odd motion that involved putting one of his talons in the air and twisting it around- which prompted his crew to scramble back to his ship. \"We should see each other again sometime- maybe without your crazy ex?~\" He joked about Kraken being romantically involved with the Kraken- clearly, he wasn't done **Kraken** Jokes. \"Aye, you've proved yourself to be fiercer than you looked- back at the dock you looked like a doe-eyed babe just getting the tips of their wings wet - figured you'd be an easy mark of scales, especially when I saw you scurry beneath your own deck- figured you were running from the fight entirely. Then you saved my tail, and made my look like a schmuck- so now we *Have* To meet again so I can 1-up your little stunt today-\"\n\nHe gave an annoyed look as he rubbed his own chin in thought of how he'd be able to top that- I mean- he was the self proclaimed best- so now he'd have to find his own giant squid to kill- or maybe something bigger- hm- nah he could leave the squids to Kraken- I mean, it was in his name- so he'd stick to picking on nobility and royalty. \"I'm hearin- but I ain't listenin.\" He grinned and stepped towards his own ship as the silver moonlight glistened along his silhouette."
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "\"Oh, it always is. Usually I don't go for such a low tactic like I did, but y'know. Gotta keep my 'friend's safe from my other friends, as it were.\"\nHe preened his long barbels absentmindedly, humming to himself.\n\"Ah, aye. I'd love ya see ya try, River. Saw ya under the belly, by the way. Yer right good at sneakin', but not all that good at lookin'!\"\nHe laughed loudly, grinning at him."
},
{
"author": "Livyatan (NPC)",
"message": "He was rather amused at that retort.\n\"Oh, I'm sure you ain't.\""
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "\"See ya next time we get inter 'yer' territory, Stream!\"\nHe called after him as the other left.\n\"Maybe I'll getcha some tea for yer troubles.\""
},
{
"author": "Brook the Pirate Seawing",
"message": "\"Don't test my resolve now~ It's like they used to say back when I was a lil'un how they'd love to see me try- and try I did, many- many times without fail.\" He was sure of himself- and now he had a new goal besides just causing rampant chaos wherever he his whims took him- now he *Had* To win- though he wasn't exactly sure *Why*- only- that he had to. He heartily chuckled at the comment. \"Watchin n hiding? So maybe you *Were* Scared of me, hm?~\" He only partially teased as he walked to the edge of the deck where the chip sharply dropped off before meeting with the ocean. \n\n\"Be sure to pour enough for the both of us then~ Till next time~\" He winked at Kraken and fell back into the ocean- disappearing beneath the briny waves- but being sure to shine his scales when he made it back to his ship safe and sound as they changed course towards their next adventure while he got to rest in his quarters for a moment- feeling a bit different than he usually did after such an encounter- normally his pride would gnaw at him till he made even with the buccaneer that bested him- but he wasn't really all that anxious for some reason- though it wasn't a feeling he was completely unfamiliar with, though it had been a long time- but he would certainly have to be seeing that very interesting Seawing and his crew sometime soon."
},
{
"author": "Kraken",
"message": "\"Naw, I was under the boat by that time.\"\nHe chuckled, shaking his head.\n\"Aye, I will! I got a right good taste for tea.\"\nHe snorted. He watched him go, feeling... Well, better than he had when he woke up. He had a feeling that they would absolutely be meeting again soon... Perhaps on more amicable grounds. He'd have to send a crane to go find the other Captain and report back one of these days. He grinned to himself as he watched the ship sail off, soon sinking below the horizon."
}
] | 115.5 | 6,990 |
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{
"author": "Lustrous",
"message": "Lustrous fiddled with the strap of the scroll holder around their shoulders, wings flicking as she tried once more in vain to get it to sit properly. She had no idea where the recipient of the scroll was, having only been told to *\"Keep an eye out for the big grey chimney\"* Before getting dismissed without a second thought. Her wings, tired from just the short flight over the marshlands connecting the Rainforest Kingdom from the Kingdom of Mud, folded tight against their back, and Lustrous sighed as they realized she would have to cross the bog on foot. There was no way she could keep her talons dry in this environment, so Lustrous took a deep breath and began to wade into the muddy, algae-choked reeds of the boglands."
},
{
"author": "Caiman",
"message": "*In the muddy wetlands below, Caiman slept silently, comfortably nestled in deep abundance of mud. His reddish scales slightly gave away his position, but considering he was covered in mud, it would be hard to notice.*\n\n*The large dragon hardly noticed the dragon flying overhead, likely because he was in too deep of a slumber to be awoken by something so distant. However, the sound of the small dragon nearby was just enough to get his brain going. Caimans eyes flickered open, remaining still so his position wouldn't be given away so easily. The Mudwings gaze quickly locked onto the dragon just ahead of him, but given his brain was still the process of waking up, he found it difficult to actually identify who and what it was.*"
},
{
"author": "Lustrous",
"message": "Shoulder-deep in murky water made it difficult to move, even more so as Lustrous struggled to keep the scroll casing dry. It was supposed to be watertight; still, the hybrid wasn't willing to take that chance. He wanted to take off and just *Fly* Over the whole area, but years of living in the rainforest without actually flying in the rainforest didn't lead to very strong wings, and they were already sore. \nLustrous was breathing hard as he waded through the bog. One foot after the other, steadily forward until their foot connected with something solid and he tipped forward with a squawk, landing face-first into a floating patch of something green and slimy, floundering to get his head back above water while coughing and spluttering. The taste of bog would surely never *Leave* Their mouth, Lustrous thought with dismay, sitting up on their back legs as she dragged her claws down her face, more focused on clearing algae from their eyes in the moment than checking to see what exactly she had tripped on."
}
] | 159 | 538 |
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{
"author": "Caiman",
"message": "*Seeing the small dragon so startled made Caiman feel a little bit bad for spooking them, even if it wasn't intended.* **\"Yes, I'm alright, don't worry about it.\"** *He said, his tone shifting to softer yet still dismissive and slightly agitated tone.*\n\n*Now that he had gotten a closer look, he was still uncertain as to what they were. After all, he had never seen such a hybrid before. He didn't want to ask and end up sounding insensitive, he simply regarded them to be a funky looking rainwing.*\n\n**\"Anyways, what are you doing out here? I doubt you're looking for a mud bath..\"** *He inquired with a bit of dry humour, continuing to examine the dragon, especially the scroll they held.*"
},
{
"author": "Lustrous",
"message": "\"Good, good...\" Lustrous looked around like they could find the right words floating in the bog. Even living in the rainforest where everybody knew everyone (or, at least, acted like they did), they had never quite picked up the social skills that seemed to come so easily to other dragons.\n\nLustrous adjusted the strap again, narrow snout coming down to make sure the case wasn't submerged. They adjusted their tail, feeling like a kangaroo with the way they sat in the mud.\n\n\"Oh- Ha! No, none for me, thank you,\" They laughed. \"I'm just- trying to deliver this scroll in one piece.\" She hoped mudwings were as relaxed as they looked. This one was rather large, and Lustrous could protect themselves about as well as a three-toed sloth against someone their own size. \"How about you? I assume your mud bath was- uh- nice?\" *Up until I tripped over your face,* He thought with a wince."
},
{
"author": "Caiman",
"message": "*Caiman could tell from the way that the small dragons gaze darted around the bog that they weren't the best at socialising, which he could relate to, to an extent.*\n\n*A light, soft chuckle rumbled from the large mudwings throat.* **\"Indeed it was, I was a bit overdue a wake up call regardless, so you shouldn't feel so bad for waking me up.\"** *Caiman said, trying to reassure them, though he was starting to miss the coziness and the warmth of the mudbath..*\n\n**\"Must be an important scroll for a rainwing to he trudging through all this mud... Who are you delivering it to, if you don't mind me asking?\"** *Caiman inquired curiously, trying not to seem too nosey.*"
}
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{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "So by the time you respond to this i'll probably be asleep. Just respond and we'll play some ping-pong around the times we sleep and we don'"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She growled to herself, smoke emitting from her nostrils as she swiped at trees, leaving scratches which would inevitibally turn into scars. Why wasn't he here? The one day he had to be somewhere other than his *Stupid mining job* And he wasn't there! Besides, he was the one willing to bring the food, and *Moons* Was she hungry. The birds sung patronisingly, as if happy to see her struggle as she threatened to incinerate them. She snapped at the small birds with her sharp teeth, but they flew away just in time and started singing again. If it weren't for her position, she would burn the forest down, gladly. With her barely contained anger, she whipped her tail, lashing around as she searched for an opening.\nShe barely noticed the beauty of the lake and entirely missed the rust-coloured dragon swimming. She snarled and growled at the too-bright sky, the few clouds barely concealing the sun. As her colbalt gaze shot around the sky, a lazy hawk flew higher than the others. At once noticed her bloodlust and began flying awkwardly as it tried to speed its lazy flutter. \nGiving the hawk little time to screech, she pounded off the earth and caught her prey, landing on the bank with her teeth almost puncturing her prey, she was about to bite down when..."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Nah it's Alr, *Also it being casually at 2 in the morning be like:*"
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He did notice the new person quickly, and he obviously could tell that they were temperamental. He wasn't easy to anger, but the moment they starting to go after one of his hawks, *Especially* The species he was most closely connected to, he snapped. He slammed his wings as he gave out a rather loud roar, calling all of his hawks away. He growled as his wings beat hard, Being older than her, he was much larger, and his wings were beating harshly, showing off the powerful muscles. His eyes blazed of a raging fire, as he was very good at holding himself back, even if he shouldn't at times. He snatched the hawk just out of her jaws, \"Could've you.. Just *Asked?*\" He snarled at at her, smoke riding out of his nostrils as he let the hawk go. His angry aura was large terrifying. It was like usually calm and friendly person was quite angry, and that usually never was good."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "WRONG TUPPER BAHAHA"
},
{
"author": "Twistedfate",
"message": "He did notice the new person quickly, and he obviously could tell that they were temperamental. He wasn't easy to anger, but the moment they starting to go after one of his hawks, *Especially* The species he was most closely connected to, he snapped. He slammed his wings as he gave out a rather loud roar, calling all of his hawks away. He growled as his wings beat hard, Being older than her, he was much larger, and his wings were beating harshly, showing off the powerful muscles. His eyes blazed of a raging fire, as he was very good at holding himself back, even if he shouldn't at times. He snatched the hawk just out of her jaws, \"Could've you.. Just *Asked?*\" He snarled at at her, smoke riding out of his nostrils as he let the hawk go. His angry aura was large terrifying. It was like usually calm and friendly person was quite angry, and that usually never was good."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Awh funk it. Just say it's Lord Stain alr? Ignore my poor attempts at fixing it"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Coughing out a feather, her posture became rigid as she feared the much older SkyWing. She felt her heart pump quickly and she half wondered whether it would stop because of the pressure it was under. Trying to forget the powerful roar and fast strides of his wings, she regained *Some* Of her composure, and whipped her tail proudly as if he did not scare her.\n\"Ask *What?* Ask for there to be some moons forsaken food in this place? Or perhaps some idiot SkyWing not showing up?\" She flashed her sharp teeth, and despite his bigger build she felt in a way better, though dread felt its way around her pride. She wouldn't live down a challenge, though, even if this challenge could swipe her down with a breath. Probably, anyway."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He snarled at her, flicking his tail. His anger made him not easily scared, especially coming from a much smaller dragon than of himself. \"Maybe look before hunting. It'll save your life someday. If I was my brother you would be in that water, wounds out of your neck and torso with no *Mercy.*\" He snorted, spouting out some flames from his jaws, before muttering. \"Go to the shore, I'll get you something better and more fulfilling. Hawks aren't good food either way.\" He snapped, not leaving her until she did land. A red-tailed hawk landed on his horn with ease, letting a rather cold hiss at her, before fluttering its wings and cleaning it's feathers."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "*He's uh- **Quite** Protective of his hawks*"
}
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She swore she would've done the same to this SkyWing if she wasn't so cowed. *What are you doing?* She demanded from herself, flexing her talons. Perhaps the mention of a brother made her heart yeild, even if the mention was violent. She hissed at the bird, biting at it with her sharp teeth, though inflicting no harm. Snarling and growling, she rolled her eyes and cursed, whipping her tail once again and let her wings miss a beat, settling roughly on the ground.\nAfter glaring at him for a a moment, she relented, whipping her tail as she headed toward the shoreline, her mind ablaze as it willed her limbs to snatch the hawk off him and eat it joyfully. Her jaw was clenched but she managed a growl, curving her neck down to the ground as if to shield her conflict and shame for backing down. Arriving to the shoreline, she splashed the water angrily, it having a theraputic effect. Though, stubborn as she was, she didn't allow that feeling to wash over her, rather pouting like an immature dragonet."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He snorted at her, smoke once more escaping his jaws and nostrils, before sighing weakly and holding his arm up for the injured hawk to land on his arm. \"Oh you poor little thing..\" He whispered, rubbing over the shallow wounds of the bite marks, and the ripped feathers. He didn't have any supplies to heal them, but he knew his brother was at their sanctuary. He flicked his talons and chirped, which told his hawk to help this hawk to go home and get help. Once they flew away, he quickly dove over her and into the forest behind her. \nAfter a short bit, he was dragging a male deer out of the forest, quite crispy on some parts. He dropped it at her side, flicking his tongue as he sat down closer to the water, letting the waters calm himself down. She was younger and didn't know much better. She wasn't raised up well, and he knew he couldn't help her in one moment alone. And being angry wouldn't help either. \n\"Go eat that. It's better and more fulfilling than a hawk.\" He tilted his head, sighing faintly."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She was already gnawing on a plump, smoked fish when he returned. She snarled, but as her gaze dropped to the somewhat charred deer, she sighed, knowing it would be pure luck to find another fish this big, letalone one to fill her up. Her hunger convinced her that once she was finished eating, she would leave and search for him again. The idea of searching once again did not appease her, but it was better then hanging around *This* Dragon.\nGrudgingly, she tore off a shoulder from the deer, taking slow but gracious bites, her scowl softening but still there."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I sent that too early- /"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond in a sec"
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He slowly laid down onto the cooler water and shuffled his wings, cleaning his talons and wiping his snout. He had calmed down significantly, shifting his gaze over towards her now. \"You're welcome, by the way.\" He nodded, murmuring to himself. He seemed exceptionally more muscular than usual, around his shoulders, wings, and front arms. He was evenly built elsewhere, so he was nicely well-rounded. \nHis scales seemed to reflect strange colors, almost like rust had crept onto his orange scales. It was... Rather gorgeous combined with the lake water's reflecting upon him."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I'll respond when I've finished brushing my teeth ^^"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She huffed smoke at him after he talked, rolling her eyes and snorting at his remark. The silence was long, and she felt no need to gaze upon his swimming activities. The ripples lashed near her talons and she wanted to swim, looking at the water longingly. She cut herself out of her trance, and hissed at him as if he were to blame.\n\"I didn't need your assistance in food. I could've caught all the fish in the lake if I tried.\" She said haughtily, sitting down and curling her tail."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"If you truly didn't, why didn't you hunt for larger prey in the forest? There's far more fulfilling things in there.\" He asked softly, flicking his tail under the water, preventing any splashing. \n\"You're young and quite stubborn, which makes me think you're a soldier of some kind. Please do excuse me if I don't know your rank, you don't have any armor on. Soldiers tend to not care about hunting until they really need to, and they usually suck at it. At least to my standards.\" He chuckled, smiling faintly."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Her eyes slitted, angered truly by the assumption, even if it was a joke to him. \"Do you really feel the need to insult soldiers?Even if I weren't one, is it not treasonous to lash out at them?\" She knew she was overreacting, but something in his slight smile, whehter well intended or not, irked her terribly more. \"Besides, I prefer the mediteranium diet rather then feasting on some boar three nights in a row.\" She said, lifting her chin up and disregarding the deer. As if to prove her point, she leapt into the water, a fish in her maw which struggled tremendously with no avail. The fish was small, barely significant, but she broadcasted it proudly to the SkyWing of whom she had splashed getting into the water, the sediment on the sandy floor rising."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Imma be off now, bye"
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He shrugged, before flinching slightly as the water splashed on him. \"I do have some right, since I'm part of a long family line that has been protecting the hawk species of the Sky'Wing kingdom. A *Long* Line.\" He muttered, but there was no sound of boasting or neediness for to be honored. It was more like he just was doing something he loved and felt like it wasn't enough. He just got up and walked over to the deer, pulling out parts of the meat to consume. He was somewhat clean about it."
}
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"How very interesting.\" She said dryly, smoking then gnawing on the fish she had caught. Readjusting her wings in the water, she enjoyed how small waves lapped at her scales, and she felt almost like a SeaWing. \"What do you all day? Hang around talking to some hawks like some mad dragon?\""
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"We help raise and protect the endangered species of hawks, and make sure all of them are thriving in some way. And we don't really talk to all of them, they're wild of course. But since we started, we've all had one hawk that just... Chose us. I know *That* Sounds a bit nutty, but it's kinda like prophecies in a way. They represent who you are a little way.\" He nodded, not minding explaining what he did. He loved doing it, and there was nothing else in the world he would've want to do but this."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She snorted, as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world, though admitted only to herself that it sounded *Somewhat* Interesting. She couldn't deny how crazy he sounded comparies *Hawks* To *Prophecies* \"Right. Don't tell me you get a prophecy from the stars and a hawk flies down into your talons.\" She said, managing a short laugh before she swam abit more, looking more graceful then on land or sky."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"No, it's just more of a connection. Not many dragons nowadays try to communicate with the life around them. Especially prey and animals. Sometimes you just have to try and they'll help you find food without issue. How do you think I found that deer so quickly?\" He tilted his head, holding up some deer flesh and ate it. He was pretty calm, despite her snarkiness and somewhat rude remarks. He had met much worse. \n\"Maybe when you see how sanctuary you'll understand.\" He offered, flicking his tail as he went over to the water to wash off his talons and face."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"Who would talk to their food? Then you can't eat 'cause it ran away.\" She resaoned, still unsure about the prey-being-friends situation. \"Dunno, you probably talked to it and convinced it to go straight into your jaws- well, fire, alteast. She slaughed, notioning the charred sides of the animal with her eyes. \n\"Although I would *Love* To see your little bird-thingy, I can't go, I'm waiting for my brother.\" She thought the sentiment about her brother would make him leave, because this stranger was rather irritable and surely he would mind more company, especially if she was like this. To be honest, her ditzy brother was weak-hearted and would probably go galloping off talking to hawks and probably squirrels by the time the stranger was done with him."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He sighed weakly, rolling his eyes. \"Not the prey themselves. The birds.\" He let a strange chirping sound out, which in then had a reason once a small family of hawks all chased down after a deer. He let a roar out at them, the hawks stopping and flying straight towards him, all landing at his side and fluttering their wings. They then just took care of themselves, ate part of the deer meat. \n\"*That,* Is what I mean.\" He chuckled, as the deer hopped away back into the forest. He then spread his wing out, and all of the hawks happily landed on it, and he lifted his wing up, springing them up to the air. They all took off, squawking happily. \n\"There're still very much wild so I just let them be. But I help them, they help me. Kinda like crows and wolves.\" He smiled."
}
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "The strange loyalty-contract-thing intrigued her, raising a brow curiously. She swam toward the shoreline, somewhat like a serpent as her red scales shimmered underneath the clear water. She thought of how she was loyal to her brother, and loyal to her mother? She didn't quite know, but she didn't dwell on it. She didn't mind anger, but hatred was another thing entirely, and she couldn't be bothered feeling that right now, especially when the water reminded her so much of her guardian, it being comforting and stressing at the same time. She suddenly pounced out of the lake as if to free herself from goop, startling a hawk which was already on its leave. \nIts screech made her realise she'd been lost in her memories and quickly fixed her expression to be stoic. \"Yes, right. Crows and wolves.\" She repeated as if solidifying his statement. \"Oi! You let good food runaway!\" She said, ultimately changing the subject as she bounded into the forest, stopping just in his view as she sniffed the air for its scent. It was rather uncharacteristic, as she wouldn't care for a random deer, but she gratefully accepted the distraction as she just realised the deer prancing into the scrub."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "This is- a lot for my brain who just woke up. I'll respond after I get my brain to work."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"I thought you didn't want deer, just fish.\" He chuckled lightly, smiling as he flicked his tail. He was a bit annoyed when she scared one of the hawks, but that was normal in general. Birds often get scared. He then sighed, rubbing his temples. If his brother was here she would've been in a world of pain, even if he was there to stop them. He shook the thought, curling his tail as he set his head down to rest his eyes."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"Well now I want deer.\" She retorted stubbornly, ignoring the carcass that lay on the shore. She carelessly whipped through the forest trying to track it down, but in the end felt she was too good for deer, keeping her chin up haughtily as she returned to the lake, unnoticing to whether the stranger had followed her through the scrub or not."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I had some time to think about it- sefyghj"
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He was quietly mumbling to himself once she had returned, his head tilted downwards as he seemed to be investigated something. His tail was quite still, his wings lifted as if to hide whatever he was looking at from public eye, even if there was no one around. It was like he was taking care of something, but what it could have been? It was very unclear."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"What are you looking at?\" She asked bluntly, clearly unwanting to beat around the bush as her tail twitched. She tried to see, but the angles of his wings hid whatever it was."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He jolted slightly, he was a bit surprised by the fact that she was already back. \"Looks like you didn't want the deer after all.\" He snorted, he kind of figured she didn't. \n\"It's just a small bird. Not a hawk, but just a small bird that needs help.\" He lifted his talon, revealing a young humming bird that had some wounds around its body, and seemed to have barely fled for its life. He had cared for the little thing, helping it heal up. He was smiling softly as well, he was a large dragon yet he could tend for the smallest of animals. Even if he was very angry at her earlier, he still was gentle in a way."
}
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She wrinkled her snout and opened her maw, about to say justify or say something bitter when he continued talking, promptly clamping her jaw shut with a grunt until he had finished and revealed the bird. \"What is it? Blackberry wounds?\" She said, remembering when young she had fallen into a blackberry bush, she and her brother picking out the thorns edged in her soft scales. Her voice was not gentle or soothing like his, rather piercing and sharp."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"Does it really matter? It needed help, and I could help. Sometimes, kindness goes around. When you're in need of help, they'll help you in any way that they can.\" He lifted his talon up, providing boost for the small hummingbird to fly. It quickly flew off, it needed food quickly or it'd starve to death. He sighed, setting his talons down. \"May I ask why you're so determined to be stubborn?\" He tilted his head, curling his tail."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "*\"What?\"* She asked in disbelief, growling as she puffed up her chest. \"I'm *Determined,*\" She announced proudly, narrowing her eyes. \"Perhaps if you weren't so dull-minded you'd see that. Then again, you need your birds to do all the work for you. Must be hard.\" She bickered, losing what little sentimence she had for the stranger."
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| SadDuck** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Perms to scare her by grabbing her by the neck?\n\nNo harming just- *Aye shut up*"
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "Without too much warning, he was qui te quickly right in front of her, his talons wrapped around her neck tightly, his talons threatening to dig into her scales, but they weren't. He leaned in closely, with a somewhat angry expression. \"Don't underestimate dragons that live off of the land. They tend to... Understand how hunting works better.\" He snarled softly at her, smoke slightly rising from his snout. \n\"Do I make myself clear, hm?\" He raised a brow, his eyes staring down coldly at her."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Perms for her retaliating? Like breathing fire? It'll be more in a *I want to kill you* Sorta way but you can obvs dodge"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "*In all honesty he probably could just sit on her and she'd be unable to do much about it*"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "*True- but shhh she doesn't need to know that*"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "There was no mistaking the fear in her eyes, the seconds running by like hours as words came out of his mouth but nothing was heard. Despite the lack of similarity, she couldn't help comparing him to her mother, in turn realising her situation and managing to spark an array of burning flames directing them straight to his face."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "*Quick question: what am I allowed to do*"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Basically everything within reason, like depending on the context. So basically whatever makes sense\n\nDoes that make sense?\n\nI'm not the best explainer—"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Yeah- I'll try my best to not actually hurt her *Too* Bad"
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He snarled, ducking below the flames and let go briefly, before grabbing her snout and snapping it shut, and pushed it down towards the ground. One of his wings pressed down at her back rather deeply, the talon curling in tightly to keep it in place. He hissed at her, warm air could be felt, as if he too could breath fire. His tail swayed slightly, as if prepared to smack her if she tried to move now, and with how muscular he was, it was going to *Hurt* Badly."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She grunted as she fell onto the ground, wincing as his talon curled between her scales. She struggled underneth his grip, flapping her wings to try disable his grip. Wrathing, she tried turning on her back, turning her head toward him and shooting out more flames."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He snarled, snapping at her as he shifted slightly away from the flames. He then finally let his flames out, practically blowtorching the ground next to her head. He then grabbed her neck once more, pushing down to make her choke, and prevent anymore fire breathing upon himself. The fact he hasn't tried to harm her too much showed he didn't want her hurt too badly. But at the same time, he was willing to fight her until she stood down. Which could take a bit since she was so stubborn, perhaps he was trying to show a flaw in that."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Playing apex so I'll be somewhat unresponsive at times"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She gagged and coughed, oblvious to his 'gentleness' toward her. She kicked with her back feet, scraping at some of his underbelly and legs. The fury in her eyes implied no yield, casting her sharp teeth with glee even if she were in a worse position."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He growled, hissing in pain as he let her neck go. He then pulled her up, only to smack her harshly at the side with his tail, almost like a whip in a way. He then blew flames at her, smaller than before, and perhaps easily escapable. He then roared, standing up onto his back talons as he snarled at her, his wings spreading out. Almost like if he was trying to scare her a little bit."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She stumbled as he whacked her, almost falling over again. Catching herself, she just caught the end of the flames, singing a finger on her wings. Without turning her back, she stalked him not unlike a wolf, circling until the water was behind her. No, she hadn't fought in water before, but she believed she'd be supieror there rather than the rough land. Something her pride wouldn't allow her to admit was how she feared him, but the water behind her gave an array of confidence."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Eating, respond soon"
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He growled faintly, going back on all fours, but his wings were still raised into the air. He grumbled quietly, before barreling towards her, latching his talons onto her shoulders as he slammed her down in the water. He knew how to swim quite excellently, and hoped she wasn't going to fight in the water for long. He still was trying his best to not harm her too badly."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She drew in a rushed breath before colliding into the sandy ground in the water. She scratched at his chest in order to get free, watching as tendrils of blood oozed into water. She felt somewhat sick at the sight and pushed him up with the water's aid, using her wings to power away from her vulunruble position on the seafloor, swivelling like a serpant as she poised for attack."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He grunted, snorting bubbles into the water as his large wingspan accelerated him towards her, his jaws opening as he once again slammed her with his tail, closer to her chest this time. He then shut his jaws shut to hold his breath better and prepared for whatever she tried to attack him with."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "*Me casually wondering if you can be winded underwater-*"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She put her palm over her chest, squinting her eyes closed as pain lashed through her body. She thought dimly of the bruises the whiplashes would create, but as the sudden pain became an ache, she ignored it and carried on, even if her lungs felt they were crushed.\nThrusting forward, she snapped at him with her teeth somewhat like a shark. Whirling behind him, she tried to grab his horns for greater control, staying out of reach of his whipping tail."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He snarled, snapping his head back to latch his jaws upon her arm, his bite force quite ridiculously strong. He then used it to wrench her down, pulling at her shoulder painfully, before letting his jaws go and gripped the back of her neck. He then swam up to the surface, holding her head up for air, gasping for it himself. He cared for the safety of the other person, even if he was in the middle of fighting them."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"What are you *Doing?*\" She demanded as air filled her aching lungs. She felt like a dragonet, being held by the scruff of ther neck. She squirmed and flapped her wings, splashing water everywhere, roaring as if he would let go by her demands."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"Making sure you *Live* You ungrateful little dragon.\" He snarled, grabbing one of her wings with his talons, still holding her by her scruff. He just wanted her to understand that not everyone is against her, and the fact that some people want to *Help.* He bared his teeth, threatening to bite her again."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"This is sure a unique way of showing it.\" She said blankly, glancing down at her injured shoulder which lay limp, arm cradled against her chest and especially still compared to the rest of her body. She missed the message altogether, hissing at his teeth."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He snarled rather darkly, before using his wings to swim both of them to shore. He then held her head down, making sure she understood he didn't want to fight her any longer. He had already bitten her arm rather badly, and didn't want to do anything else worse. Despite the anger he had, concern was still ingrained into his expression."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "The damp soil scent fount its way into her nose and she refused it, tendrils of smoke escaping her nostrils as her head was clamped to the ground. Her tail whipped and she scowled, wishing more then ever for her brother. She stood by her earlier points, though, and would not back down on them as she refused change. \n\"So now what, you're going to punish me like a dragonet?\" She asked, feeling rather humiliated which she hoped did not show on her face."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"No. I'm going to treat you like you're a dragon. I'm not asking for you to take back your statements, all I'm asking is for you to *Stand* Down. I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.\" He snapped, smoke escaping his nostrils as his tail swayed angrily. His shoulders were quite tense, his grip tight. He clearly just wanted her to stop."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She scowled. She did not want to yield, at all. The pain thrummed true throughout her body, but relenting seemed worse. Was it really worth her dignity? Why did this stranger have to be so dignified in morals? It truly annoyed her. She would've rather died in battle then be spared out of pity. \"Just let me go.\" She grumbled, having no rebuttle to his words."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He grunted, somewhat satisfied with the answer, and let her completely go. He quickly returned to the water to clean out the wounds inflicted by her on his belly, his tail flicking dangerously. He may not seem like he was personally watching her, but he was being spatially aware, and he'd know if she tried to attack him once more."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "As soon as she could, she stumbled off the ground, limping but with no pain shown on her face, determined to be done with her wound, as if it would heal up when she was sick of it. She glared at him, lashing her tail as she leant on a tree, quietly catching up on her breathing. Despite her heart slowing its racing, her dignity was hurt and regret stung. By the tree, she sat on her haunches and rested her head in her palm, cursing under her breath."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He sighed weakly, pulling away from the water as he glanced over at her on the tree. \"Want some help with that wound?\" He offered softly, knowing it'll probably be rejected. He still offered it anyways, because he was like that. He was kind and gentle, and helping. His tail has fallen still, his wings close to his sides."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Her head perked up, forgetting he was there. \"Do whatever you want.\" She established, not turning back to talk. She was subdued, but still moody. She flicked her tail sideways, but overall was still, growling softly to herself."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He sighed, relatively surprised she hadn't rejected his offer, walking over to her slowly but surely. He then peered his head down, looking at the arm he had bitten, mumbling quietly. \"Come on, let's go to the water. Water helps to clean out wounds.\" He nodded, flicking his tail as he kept a relatively good distance from her, but close enough to examine her injures without too much fret."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Sorry! Didn't see this till now"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She slowly followed him to the water, craning her neck down and eyes averted. Sighing quietly, she sat, watching as a brave fish swam toward the shore, the water sending small ripples to her feet. She readjusted her seating, instead lying down as she poked a talon into the water, the fish swimming away quickly at the light touch."
}
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{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He then quickly set her wounded arm in the water, gently rubbing the wound as the water swirled softly. He then sighed, flicking his tail. \"Just rest a little for a bit, since you're going to get some nasty bruises soon.\" He lifted her arm up, the bleeding had stopped by now. It was still an open wound, so it still could get infected if not taken care of."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She made sure not to wince as he rubbed her wound, instead squeezing her eyes, as though it was soft, it still hurt and she bared the pain. She scoffed at the idea of rest, feeling too good for it, shown in her dignified posture. After silence and much debate, she quietly muttered \"Thank you.\" It was quick and snappy but genuine."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"You'll regret not resting, believe me. And, you're welcome.\" He nodded gently, shuffling his wings as his tail curled around himself. \"Time for you to go now, I guess.\" He sighed."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"Right, meet up with my brother.\" She replied, stretching her wings and tucking them in once again as she wondered where he could be. Tentativly, she got up, stretching her back as she turned for her leave. As she thought over his words, she turned her head and looked at him. \"You tell me to rest and yet you're make me leave? What kind of doctor are you?\" She asked, softly laughing at her own joke."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"I'm not a doctor in general. I just know some things.\" He chuckled, smiling softly as he knew why she really meant. He just flicked his tail and quickly flew off, launching into the air with ease, before gliding over the forest and disappearing from view quickly. He was one fast flyer."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She rolled her eyes, smiling softly as she continued on her walk, limping in search for her brother, but way down, also the hummingbird. She half wondered if she should apoligise to the hawk she was about to eat only moments before, laughing like a dragonet on how silly that would look. The walk through the forest seemed abit more peaceful, coming at terms with her mind. Even if it was tempory, as there was sure quarrels to come, she still enjoyed the green leaves dancing with the wind and even the far out cry of a hawk."
}
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{
"author": "D&D",
"message": "Lying against the cold stone, the dual headed nightwing slept. At least presumably it was asleep, their dark color patterns allowed them to blend near perfectly with the darkness of the cavern. It appeared nobody often entered this cave, so they took it as their own, claiming it as home for now. Disgrace lay with her head over Deformity's, each of them dreaming up a storm in their minds, occasionally kicking or twitching in the process as if running or playing around in their dreams. Long thin wings stayed splayed out across the stone, star speckled patterns hidden underneath, that was until they rolled over onto their side with the deep rumble of a groan, wings following the same and exposing the freckled stars across the membrane of the wings. Despite their wings being on the larger side, almost skywing sized, it was not enough to hold the weight of their body, the general width of the wing not enough compared to length. \nScars littered their body, tearing through previously pristine scales which had been groomed often to keep clean and untouched. Thats what happens when you get into fights over the years they supposed, what much could they do besides defend themselves whenever necessary?"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Btw you can ping if needed."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He had been monitoring his flock, when he noticed one of them had gone off course and down into the forest, without any warning. Calling out to the flock to take a rest and hang out on top of the trees, he quickly dived down to where he saw the hawk last. He grunted as the trees were quite dense, but once he got through the top layer there wasn't much light that rested on the ground floor. He didn't mind though, as he began to call out for the missing hawk. He fluttered his wings, before tucking them into his back. He took a few steps around, continuing to call for the bird, before approaching the mouth of the cave. He peeked in, but didn't do too much. He wasn't expecting anyone to be this deep in the forest anyways. He sighed, knowing the hawk most likely got injured or was hunting prey. Pacing around in front of the cave's mouth, he then sat down and began to patiently wait. He was sure they'd come to his location when they were ready. His back faced the cave, as he kept himself busy by sorting the small sticks underneath himself into different groups. \nHe himself had beautiful brown and orange scales, that had a somewhat rustic look to it, and he was especially buff looking. His gaze remained looking outwards, so his eyes weren't visible yet."
}
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{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "The trees rustled softly as Stain was jumping from branch to branch, flapping as he was keeping up with the small pack of hawks he just released to help develop their wings. They were recently hatched and just grew up enough to start learning how to fly now. The squawks of a few hawks caught his attention as one had crashed into a tree branch and fell to the ground. Stain immediately flew down to the ground, landing on the mossy soil as he curled his talons gently around the hawk. He spread his wings out, letting the hawks land on his wings as he sat down, making sure the hawk that fell was ok. The sunlight shone down upon his scales, reflecting the little specks of colors that covered his scales. He then set the hawk on his wing, before whistling. A large red-tailed hawk descended down upon him, landing on his horn, fluttering its wings. He lifted his talons up and it hopped onto his talons easily, the talons curling around gently. He then tensed his muscles, telling the hawks on his wings to launch off before he did. Once all of them did, he relaxed, letting out a loud roar to ward them back to their house that was awhile away. He then sat near the edge of the forest, setting the red-tailed hawk down. He laid down, sighing softly as he stared towards the horizon."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He trotted silently through the forest, eye focused on the slight patter of rain through the heavily forested area. Flare sighed gently, before continuing on, stopping as he heard the sound of crashing and rustling."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He shuffled, lifting himself back up as he took a glance towards the inner of the forest. He glanced away, before snapping his gaze back. He narrowed his eyes, he couldn't see in the dark well, but he could've sworn he saw someone there. He clicked softly, his hawk quickly flying up to his horn, sitting upon it as it was looking around for any threats. He slowly crept towards the figure, keeping his head low as his wings were well pinned to his sides. He was rather much more muscular than normal, since he often had to keep up with the birds in a forest where it was hard for him to properly fly through. He flicked his tail, tilting his head."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He hesitated, looking nervous. Half-blinded... And out of his comfort zone, he darted to escape."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "A skinny Sky'Wing suddenly landed in front of Flare, hissing loudly as his rattled his wings at his sides. His paler appearance was terrifying, the white scales speckling his pink scales. He flicked his tail, growing softly as he leaned in, narrowing his eyes. \n\"Have you been following my brother?\" He asked, snarling softly."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He yelped, jumping back, terror clear in his one eye. \"H-Huh? No! I don't even know you...\""
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He growled, before staring at the single eye they had. He didn't quite believe them, but didn't respond. He glanced up at Stain, sighing weakly as he rolled his eyes, and called his Cooper's hawk. They flew in at a slower pace, letting a chirp out as they landed on his horn. He stepped back, letting Stain talk."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"So sorry about my brother there. He's a bit protective of me.\" He smiled kindly, his own hawk on his horn. His scales were vastly different from Felt's, quite oranger than them. He sat down, his wings and arms held close to him so he wouldn't intimate them as much. \"Are you lost?\" He asked, flicking his tail as he sighed."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He shook his head, still looking quite ruffled. \"No... I was passing by, thought I'd take some time out.\""
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"Oh alright. The forests aren't usually where people go to calm down from stress of life. There's a lot of animals here that can easily attack you for just existing on their territory.\" He chuckled, lifting his arm as his red-tailed hawk landed on his arm. It squawked angrily at the person, before shuffling in spot comfortably. \"I'm Lord Stain, but you can just call me Stain. That's Lord Felt over there, Felt is also fine.\" He nodded, keeping his arm up without issue."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "Felt grumbled softly, shaking his head slightly as he stepped back into the shadows, not wanting to communicate with the person anymore. Clearly not as much of a social person as Stain was, but much more aggressive than them. The hawk chirped once more, and he then went to take care of it, making sure it was alright."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He nodded, smiling weakly. \"I'm Flare, nice to meet you... Both.\" He added."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"A nice name. Well- we could provide some shelter for now, if you need some. We'll leave you be, we'll just have to set up some rules.\" He nodded, flicking his arm up and his hawk quickly perched on a branch far above, as if hunting for food. He then flicked his wings, the sunlight briefly reflecting the \"Rusty\" Look, but it could have been manipulated from his strangely-dotted scales."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He growled at Stain, but didn't do much else. He didn't like bringing people to their only home, where they kept some bird species safe from animals that otherwise would've hunted them for food. He lifted his hawk back up to his horn, where it perched there and rested. It definitely was very old, but was living the long life it still had left under Felt's care."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He tilted his head softly, looking confused."
}
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{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond later, whenever i can."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "He sighed, shaking his head. \"Looks like you're just fine then. But do you still want to see something *Amazing?*\" He asked, flicking his tail gently as he kept his gaze towards Flare."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He nodded, still looking slightly on edge."
},
{
"author": "demonixupbringing",
"message": "[sorry my responses are short, working on something"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "You're fine- it helps my hurting brain to process a bit better"
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "\"Come with!\" He smiled excitedly, launching straight up into the branches and stayed around the top of the trees, waiting for them to follow him. His hawk screeched, having found its prey and was carrying it back, feasting upon it on his back. He barely noticed."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He quickly followed behind, his slim shape able to avoid the leaves. However he was getting sore fast, since he wasn't used to avoiding branches like this. His brother did that more than he did, usually because Stain was more outgoing than he was."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He lifted into the air, following after the two. He was a bit slower, mostly since he was half blind."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "So sorry- I'll respond when I can."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "Once Flare caught up, Stain quickly burst through the top layer of the forest and used his powerful wings to easily glide his way towards their living area, his tail trailing behind him as his hawk flew at his side. His scales were beautiful in the full light, glimmering softly as his speckles were more noticeable."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He quickly followed behind without much noise, his pink scales reflecting beautifully against his whiter scales. He was near Stain's side at all times, his thinner size more prominent since he was flying right next to them. His own hawk was clinging onto his horn, it's wings spread out as if it was flying."
}
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{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He followed the two, interest in his gaze. Who were these two?... He had never seen them before."
},
{
"author": "Lord Stain",
"message": "They soon arrived at a small opening deep within the forest, Stain having immediate dove down and landed in the lush grass. He let a soft clicking sound out, before quickly running towards the small hut that seemed to be for the birds to nest in. He left Felt to help out Flare, hopefully that Felt could warm up a little to them."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He groaned once he landed, knowing exactly what Stain was trying to do. He flicked his tail and held up his talons, his hawk hopping from his horn to his talons. \"Here's our little sanctuary for the birds that live near here.\" He mumbled, shaking his head as he laid down."
}
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{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "He glanced up at the large trees that filtered the everbeaming sun, out of place colours catching his eye. Creamy whites tangled in the branches caught his curiousity and without a second thought, stretched and took with a leap, circling the thick trunk, the tree clearly holding memories of Queen's long ago. Heavily, he perched on a branch nearby, yet couldn't quite *See.* He craned his neck just enough to see the resembulence of a sleeping dragon curled around the aforementioned branch. Yet he still wanted to see the features of the dragon- to perhaps recognise a work colleuge of his. The scales didn't fit them, but perhaps the shaded light disorientated his view. Peering ever so closer, he felt his fragile balance tip. He grunted in surprise, spreading out his wings in a hurry to fix it- but it was too late. With his final fragments of balance, he dove to the ground, dipping below the branch and powering up on the other side. He had knickied his wing in the proccess but he bared the pain, hovering as he let his heart slow its beating. How did RainWings glide through trees effortlessly?"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll do one more response and then go 😴"
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He heard the rustling as the dragon lost their balance, blinking and mumbling before letting a dark hiss out. He easily stood up and kept his balance as his wings spread out to stretch, before drawing them back in, pinned to his sides. He stepped over to the smaller branches, nearly Rain'Wing like in a Sky'Wing form. His head was lowered, his wings taunt. He clearly was very defensive currently, occasionally growling as he kept his body over the nest. His scales were clearly full of splotches, some of his natural scale colors poking around the splotches. His tail was also tightly curled slightly around the branch."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Have a good sleep ^^"
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "Ducking his head, he flinched at the growls, the sound all to familiar. His claws curled in, digging into his palms, biting his tounge against the shudder. He made a quick decision. Flying away would only leave him susceptible to a chase and further damage but facing the dragon didn't seem the greatest idea either. Perhaps, if he did have to defend himself, he should atleast balance out the powers. Angling his wings and swooping down and around, he faced the stranger. If the lack of laughs didn't confrim his suspions of it not being his workmate, the features and scales certaintly did.\nEven though he was tall himself, the SkyWing before him was massive in size- and angry. He wished he could land on some branches, being such an awkward flier, but the fear of the dragon before him restricted his landing. He kept a strong yet weary face, his eyes narrowing in the light that caught in his eyes.\nWith an assertive, strong voice, he spoke up, \"I'm sorry, I thought you were someoone else.\" He excused rather vaugely, keeping his eye on the stranger if he did attempt to attack.\nHis eyes narrowed toward the SkyWing, growling slightly. His tone assertive but demeanour aggressive. He would defend himself if he had to, even it hadn't been on his to-do list."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He snarled, but he did understand what the dragon was thinking. He wasn't sure how they thought he himself was a friend of theirs due to his vitiligo, but he just shook his head. He kept in his spot, but he did seem to relax ever so slightly. Despite his bulky-ish size, he seemed to be effortlessly balanced on the branches. He then sat down behind the nest, lowering his gaze to the nest to make sure the eggs hadn't been jostled too much. He then lifted his head back up, sighing. \n\"I wasn't sure if you were someone who destroys bird nests for fun, not understanding the consequences that had on endangered bird species.\" He grunted with a tone of anger, but it wasn't directed at them. He lifted his arm as his Cooper Hawk finally flew down and landed on his arm, chirping slightly. Another Cooper Hawk came down, much younger than the one than the one on his arm, flew down to the nest to keep the eggs warm. It was a mother, and the father had mysteriously disappeared so he had taken it upon himself to keep the nest safe while the mother got food."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "\"Oh- no, no, no- the last place you'd see me is in the trees, much less the air.\" He said, his wings feeling clumsy and awkward despite being a SkyWing of all dragons. He felt somewhat awkward as he said those words as the first place the SkyWing did see him was against his words. He brushed the feeling aside, he focused on the dynamic of the dragon and brid, secretly amazed of the delicate balance the stranger held even with the added weight.\n\"What are they- the birds I mean.\" He asked curiously, tilting his head. He had a keen eye for the different elements held within rocks.. Not the other way around."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "\"Good\" He remarked rather coldly, before lifting his arm up to give the Cooper's Hawk some air time to lift themselves up to the air. He then slowly crept across branches before dropping down to the ground, near Granite. He shuffled his wings, and it was clear they were a bit light for their size. \n\"They're Cooper's Hawks. Not necceasrily endangered, but the hawk up there is a child of my Hawk, and so I'm helping out to protect the nest. Father disappeared so I took the role for now.\" He flicked his tail, sitting down as his gaze was cold but relaxed. He clearly didn't like talking to other people a whole lot, but would answer any questions happily."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "He gave a coy grin after the remark, glad he hadn't tried to claw his face off. \n\"That's so cool- your own little family.\" He said with a smile as he flapped, small gusts of wind rustling pine needles. Inwardly, he wished for a family, not just dragons to call his relatives. He would die for his sister, but sometimes he felt she wouldn't do the same for him. His expression of longing was gone as watched the hawk fluter about, poking his tounge out at the one nearest to him playfully. He noted how graceful they swooped down, the angle of their wings, the slight tilt of the tail and the sun gleaming on the feathers."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "\"Kinda. I more so just have a close connection to them, since I understood them the best since I was young. I still have my older brother, he does the same thing for me. Only he's more protective of me than I am of him. But I still would do anything to help him.\" He chuckled, flicking his tail as he glanced out towards the forest. He flicked his talons, murmuring to himself as he shifted towards the shade a little more. He then flicked his gaze back towards Granite, sighing weakly. The splotches surprisingly fit him quite well, despite it being a mutation."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "\"I think I understand.\" He said, trying to relate the subject of hawks to rocks. It didn't work, as rocks spoke in glistens and gleams and hawks in calls and shriels. He wrinkled his snout, his mind foggy as he tried to fix a comparison. Water? It was abiotic, yes, but the way it moved, announcing its arrival with a splash and lap of its waves, how it complimented you if you went with the current rathter than against and the ecosystems of corals and fish it hid from the rest of the dragons. Letting the feeling subside and letting the air embrace his wings. He let go of the memory, focusing on the dragon before him, the splotches of almost white, the almost rusty scales and the deep brown of his underbelly.\n\"You have a sibling?\" He asked, trying to hide the uneasiness of the subject in his expression. He was genuinely curious though, so he kept on persuing the conversation. With a powerful thrust of his wings, he ascended until he found some branches to land on. The rough bark picked at his scales and scraped at his talons but atleast he had balance. Sap oozed out of a recent cut which he shuffled away from, peering slightly down toward the SkyWing as his form adjusted to the strange shape of the branch."
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He nodded, quickly following them up to the branches. He seemed to be careful about where he took his steps, but he clearly was doing it instinctively instead of it being his main focus. He curled his tail around the tree branch, his wings shuffling slightly as he kept his gaze at the nearby nest, making sure he wasn't rustling the branch it was on. \n\"Yes, I do have a sibling. Much older than me, but gave me the education I deserved. My parents were good, but they were worried I was going to be bullied over my scales. I just didn't care, but my parents refused to.\" He sighed faintly, as if reminiscing over memories."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "*I wish my Mother was good* He thought faintly before shaking his head of the thought. He would not be accused of such thoughts, he reminded himself stoicly, albeit with forced enthusiasm. \"My... *Father* Was good. A bit frightful ||(as in scared)|| to be sure but strong in his own way.\" He chuckled, clenching his jaw shut as he swallowed the greif that bubbled. \n\"Anyways- Mother always made sure we were properly educated, even if I did only end up with a job in the mines.\" He chuckled nonchalantly, rubbing off some of the dust that speckled his scales."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Spoiler just for *Mini* 4th wall break cause frightful can be interperated diff ways"
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He seemed to sigh slightly as if he was a little disappointed in their parents, before stretching his wings out quite a bit. \n\"Surprised you work in the mines, you're quite good at figuring out what works best in a situation that just happened.\" He muttered, before getting up and hopping onto a branch closer to Granite. \"At least I work at my family sancutary. Well not really work, I don't get any money. My brother gets money by doing some odd jobs. I just look after it and help with the bird speices.\" He flicked his ears, his gaze snapping somewhere else, before returning his full focus to Granite."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "\"Oh, really? Thanks. The work comes naturally, I guess.\" He replied, smiling. He was unsure of what to say, considering he only used his moral compass and his \"Limited\" Wits. He felt proud of his the statement, hoping it linked back to his 'Father.' His biological father had never been relevant in his life but he felt no anger, sadess or even hope to find him again, barely a thought surrounding him. \n\"That sounds nice- relaxing.\" He admired the passion and dedication that the SkyWing had for the sancutary, it being quite obvious considering it was unpaid labour. He took in a deep breath as if imagining all of the hawks swooping around happily, their peace undisturbed. Slowly releasing it, he started, \"I would offer to help, but I'm 'fraid my sister would think me mad and I couldn't tell apart a Cooper Hawk from a... Another hawk.\" He smiled sheepishly, glancing at the hawk at her nest."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Dw bout responding right away sdhfjsgf"
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He chuckled, his tail flicking slightly, before tilting his head slightly. \n\"Don't worry it about it too much. Besides, we couldn't take any outside help even if we wanted to. Unless you could trade things, we don't allow any outside help. We worry that someone could...\" He trailed off, his gaze sinking slightly as if something bad had happened before. Not in his time, but a long time ago. He shook his head, shuffling his wings. \n\"Your sister seems a little bit uncaring of you, but also protective in the family way.\" He snorted, flexing his wings as his ears were perked behind him, as if he was listening very closely to something."
}
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{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "His brows furrowed sympathetically. \"I get it. It... Must be tough finding good dragons.\" \nHe snorted about his sister. \"She's got a... 'strong spirit.' Still the most law-abiding, surprisingly.\" He had always gotten his sister in trouble, *Mostly* Unintentional, as seeing her reaction spike was the funniest thing to him. It was wasn't like he went out of his way to trouble her, moreso his lack of awareness when it came to rules, mostly because he didn't care about them. He could go to sleep at night knowing that he was a good dragon and that's all that mattered. Azurite didn't care either, but she followed them to the letter.\nHe noticed how the SkyWing before him was listening to something. Using logic, he figured it most likely to be the hawk in her nest. He relaxed the tension in his muscles slightly, growing used to the strange position in the branches."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond tmw, me brain tired at midnight"
},
{
"author": "Lord Felt",
"message": "He muttered a few words, before chuckling. He didn't say anything in response, instead he got up and turned around, crouching down. His focus was now on the hawk, but not exactly. He slowly crept forwards, his wings pinned to his sides. He was like this, for a few moments, before leaping towards the side of the nest, his jaws snapping around a snake. Lifting his head up, he then began to make his way back, dropping the snake near the nest so the hawk or something else could eat it as a meal. He then sat back down, curling his tail around the tree branch. \n\"Sorry about that. Sometimes I can hear snakes, but not always. Some snakes are just loud.\" He shrugged, as he licked the blood off of his jaws."
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{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "All good, just a reminder ^^"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Feeling a lot better today, and more creative so I may be able to finally respond"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Good you're feeling better :D"
}
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{
"author": "Milkweed | Leafwing Ecologist",
"message": "The ecologist was distraught to say the least as they quickly stepped up to the body- transfixed entirely by the fact they had found *Another* Dead animal hailing from the species instead of the bloody prints that led away from it. Milkweed's expression shifted from surprised to pensive as they muttered under their breath. \"This is just terrible...\" They looked worried as the examined the corpse, looking for clues that might suggest what was killing the animals - maybe it was just an invasive predator in the area, or maybe... \n\nWell, it didn't take long- judging from the would across the belly and chest- the fact the ||ribs were effortlessly pried apart and snapped, along with the eerie decapitated head and skull||, it must've been a dragon that did this... No bear would put half as much effort into a kill like this- not enough to do such grievous damage- but of course what stuck out the most were the places on the skull where it was chewed as well as the fact the eyes were left in-tact, fixed in a forever look of horror without eyelids to shelter them from the corpse of their own body anymore... \n\nHe looked around- pushing a set of glasses up on his face until he was able to spot a set of bloody tracks... Only a singular set of tracks, so it was only *One* Poacher he surmised... It might be good to go back and report his findings first, but he could apprehend a suspect right now - or at least inform them if they didn't *Know*... Milkweed carefully followed the tracks- whatever as here- hadn't been gone long- they might even be close, so he figured he'd at least make himself known. \"H-hello?...\" His voice cracked slightly before he cleared his throat. \"My name is Milkweed... I'm a leafwng ecologist from Pantala- I promise I'm not here to hurt you or 'take you in'- I just want to talk to you about he animal you killed.\" His eyes followed the trail- looking to vaguely the place Tragedy was hiding within the brush. \"So if you could - y'know, come out- this might be a l\n\nOt easier for the both of us. Again, I just want to talk- if you'd like, you can keep the animal you already killed of course, I'm not the least bit interested.\" He affirmed with a determined nod."
},
{
"author": "Tragedy",
"message": "His ears flicked as he watched the new, strange dragon cross his vision and analyze the corpse he had left behind. They were strange to him, since he had never really seen this dragon type before. He even wondered- no, not that. He shuffled in his spot, before his head tilted to the side, as he listened to the dragon speak. He could only catch a couple of words, mainly just 'Milkweed,' 'hurt,' and 'talk.' He didn't reconize some of the other words, or they were a bit confusing to understand. He did notice that the dragon did not seem overly aggressive. Then again, many didn't until he exposed himself. He did noticed a slight stutter in their speech- the odd pauses. Pauses he made when he tried to talk. It gave away that they really didn't mean too much harm... Hopefully. \nNot showing himself, but he did raise his voice to make it a little harder to figure out which direction he came from. \n\"Why? Something bad?\" He asked curiously, his speech clearly broken and unpracticed. He even sounded like a wild animal, with the amount of growling he added that he was trying to form as words. His tail flicked, awaiting a response perhaps he could understand."
},
{
"author": "Milkweed | Leafwing Ecologist",
"message": "Milkweed's ear flicked up like a deer as his head swiveled to survey the area around himself with a look of surprise. He hadn't *Actually* Been expecting a response- really, he was kind of scared- which, even to him felt ironic considering the dangers he's faced in the past back home... He took odd note of the dragon's speech pattern thus far- perhaps a slip of the mind, or - maybe this dragon had some kind of difficulty with their language- either way, he wasn't exactly one to judge- he was just there to do his job. \"Yes- I suppose you could say that... The animal you killed- it's not exactly legal to be poaching that kind of prey anymore. There are very few of that species of deer left. If you keep hunting them, there might not be any more deer to eat in this forest- well- ever again.\" He nervously chuckled at the thought- not out of humor, but out of soft terror for what that'd mean for the surrounding ecosystem and food chain. \n\nHe thought for a moment- he didn't want to patronize the dragon in the slightest, but it's possible that his vocabulary was a bit more limited than the average adult individual judging from the odd, almost feral tone to his voice. \"Hm... Very few deer. If kill more - no more deer *Forever*. None left.\" He hoped he was making a little more sense - while equally not wanting to offend whoever was hiding in the brush around them. \"Could you maybe come out? It's kind of making me nervous standing here and not knowing where you are.\""
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{
"author": "Tragedy",
"message": "\"Does healing not work?\" He muttered, his suspicion rising once more as he seemingly got control over of his scales and blended some scales to his surroundings, only getting a few details off. He took a few steps to his left, seeing a full clearing he could take that would make it hard for others to follow him. His wings were pulled close to his body by now, with his back legs taunt for a leap. \n\n\"Why know me- my story? Why want?\" He seemed to pick up a little bit from how Milkweed was talking, he was certainly a fast learner. He could hear that the dragon was... Doing something he hadn't heard before. A tone in their voice, their behavior, it was nothing like he had ever seen before. He could take it in two ways: it meant they did mean to help him, or it was a way to get into his skin in a very, *Very* Bad way. The way to determine that, was unfortunately, was allow them to get supplies they promised to bring. He seemed to nod faintly, as if he was giving them a silent permission to go gather supplies and such. He wouldn't move unless he saw danger coming with Milkweed."
},
{
"author": "Milkweed | Leafwing Ecologist",
"message": "A worried, pained expression as if the leafwing had flown into a bush of rose thorns filled his face as Tragedy's suspicion and mistrust only seemed to swell - he figured at any moment now - he'd bolt and never be seen again... That fact seemed to scare him the most due to his ambiguity. \"H-healing with medicine *Does* Work - it's just - going to take some time is all.\" He nodded with a weak smile, hoping to reassure the sickly looking dragon before him - even if it was only enough to keep his talons planted in the first in front of him and out of the sky. \n\n\"I want to know because...\" He thought - for him, it was a subconscious desire to do good for another dragon, it wasn't really something he put actual thought behind in the heat of the moment. \"Because no matter who you are... No matter what you've face, your story deserves to be heard.\" He frowned - the thoughts racing through his mind at just how many dragons might've been in a similar situation to Tragedy, only for their names to be washed from the scroll of time entirely. \"No one deserves to be forgotten- and nobody deserves to suffer as you have.\" He was impressed by Tragedy's ability to learn - it gave him a glimmer of hope that maybe... *Maybe* This dragon could successfully be reintroduced to modern dragon society- well... If that was something he *Wanted* - Milkweed wasn't going to force that decision onto him- though he was going to continue to *Try* To be his friend regardless of what Tragedy chose. \n\nMilkweed smiled with relief and nodded thankfully to Tragedy- walking a decent distance away before taking off into the blue sky - walking first to ensure he didn't spook Tragedy any further."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Smol timeskip? I would assume it would take a little bit before he returns?\n\nCan you set it up? I wanna spook Milkweed"
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{
"author": "Milkweed | Leafwing Ecologist",
"message": "Seconds turned into minutes - and minutes into hours... Tragedy might've started to think the lonely little leafwing wasn't going to return - but in reality, it was simply taking him longer than anticipated to gather all the different medicines and food he figured he was going to need - he wanted to get other dragons involved - if only to help him carry the barrels of medicine, food and soap he was hauling on his back - soap - because he figured every dragon needed to keep clean, and better hygiene meant better health- even if not every dragon was thrilled or in the habit of using such a thing at this point in history. \n\nAfter two hours and 15 minutes, Milkweed returned with an exhausted sigh from how dauntingly heavy *Everything* He was carrying was. The leafwing ecologist had made *Sure* He had returned to the same spot - but Tragedy was... Nowhere to be seen - which earned a saddened frown as he began taking the barrels he had haphazardly strapped to his back off and placed them upright one by one- opening the tops of them, and waited. He *Could* Just leave the stuff here... But his new acquaintance didn't hardly seem to know what the word medicine meant - what if he tried to eat all of it at once like food - or- what if he tried to eat the soap because it smelled good? It wasn't something that seemed like a laughing matter to Milkweed though - he was genuinely worried about what might happen if he left Tragedy unattended without instruction on how to use the antibiotics, pain reliving pills and ointments- and more - it wasn't a risk he was willing to take for Tragedy to get hurt any more than he already had been - so he waited- and waited... And waited... Silence filled his ears- and despite the dragon that might potentially find him to be more appetizing than the barrel of fresh food - he found himself dozing off after such a laborious journey - slowly closing his eyes and hitting the first stages of sleep."
},
{
"author": "Tragedy",
"message": "As he watched the dragon return, he had successfully camoflauged himself within the bushes that were near the now most likely starting to decay corpse. He didn't seem too bothered by the scent, he had smelled and seen worse. His talons curiously began to wander near them, but he first went to the corpse. Ripping out some flesh, and careful to not crack any of the smaller bones, he ate what he wanted to eat. He then proceeded to slowly make his way towards the supplies. \n\nHe was quite low to the ground, his neck extending out pretty far to sniff the supplies to make sure they weren't laced with any poison he himself could smell. There was some smells he detected that he was highly suspicious of, but he'd make the decision once they explained it to him. He then sniffed out the fresh food, his frills flaring in excitement. He hadn't had proper food in awhile- he really hoped it was- \nHe shook the thought out of his head before it even completed itself, knowing they were right there, knowing if the thought completed itself he would be tempted. Very... Very tempted. \n\nHe slowly neared the napping dragon, his head now over theirs as his wings were tense and prepared for flight. Now that he was this close to the dragon, they could see the sunken skull they had, along with some blood splatters. If they looked any closer, they also would be able to detect some poorly healed wounds, some of which looked... Suspicious... Along with how his ||heart was occasionally visibly beating with how skinny he was. His ribs were painfully protruding, his belly concave, and part of his spine jutting out of his back. He was in horrible shape, so bad any other dragon would most likely be dead. How he was still hanging on quite well was a mystery...||"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Also the tupper didn't trigger correctly *Sob*"
},
{
"author": "Milkweed | Leafwing Ecologist",
"message": "Milkweed stirred from their sleep quietly, eyes looking up at Tragedy - who - from this angle, was utterly terrifying - causing the leafwing to skitter backwards and put his talons over his head that the horrible sight of a dragon in such more- monster-fying health - letting out a soft, but shrill \"Eep!\" Before doing a double take - his eyes lighting up as he pushed his glasses up his face. \"Y-you actually- you... You didn't leave- thank the pines!\" He clasped his talons together as if praying in thanks for a moment before bouncing over to the first barrel - the most important barrel - in his opinion, well- next to the one with food. \"This is *Medicine*...\" He pulled out several small pouches and laid them out before Tragedy. \"*This*...\" He pointed at the first bag - is useful for when you're sick or have an infection... Be very careful with this one... I want you to take it *Once* A day, with *Food*.\" He nodded before moving to the next leather pouch. \"This is the combination of several rocks and minerals - research from a friend of mine suggests it's crucial for recovery in cases of emaciation - er- being very thin.\" He gestured nonjudgmentally to Tragedy's form. \"There's also plant and animal extracts that should improve the health of your scales, nails, teeth, talons, and everything in between here, here, aaaand here! Oh, and don't forget the painkillers- useful for when you're hurting- but only take *This* Pouch when you *Really* Need it, it can make you feel a little dizzy and tired.\" \n\nHe moved to the barrels. \"This is food - deer, elk, cow, pig, goat, and sheep! All caught fresh, so dig in, friend!\" He moved to the next barrel. \"This is soap... Do *Not* Eat soap- it's for you scales. It smells good but tastes terrible and it's terrible to eat- it should help prevent and treat any infected wounds you might have- and -er scrub the blood and dirt from your scales.\" He chuckled nervously, patting the top of the barrel. There was *One* More. \"O-oh! And these- som\n\nE scrolls to help you learn to read and write- just in case you don't know how.\""
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "This spooks me\nI'll touch base with it another time"
}
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite growled, a burning hot flame leaving her maw as she huffed, loudly proclaming, \"What do you mean, it's not available? It was available *Two seconds* Ago!\" \n\nShe had no armour on, her cobalt gaze glaring at some unfortunate individual who started buffering and spluttering some *Pathetic* Excuse as her posture only grew more rigid, wings slightly out to appear bigger than she was. Despite Azurite's seemingly growing temper, it was strangely soothing to let out her anger on someone she didn't care about. It would've been better if it were someone she hated, but beggars can't be choosers. Her idiot brother was nowhere in sight, and her time was precious.\n\nHer tail flicked consistently, almost like a whip as she listened, thick, black smoke leaving her nostrils the noise coming from their voice pierced her ears, yelling once more, no care for the once peaceful atmosphere.\n\n\"Will you shut up? Get your words right before you try speaking them.\""
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Sorry if it's not good\n\nI'm glad you think so DJDHD"
},
{
"author": "Ivory",
"message": "The old skywing was dragged out of her thoughts by the commotion, which unfortunately was in her poor hearing range. Her eyes slowly flutter open and her pupils dilate and flicker toward the source, slowly craning her head. She growls softly and mutters a few words of discontentment as she shifts and narrows her gaze on the skywing making such obnoxious noises.\n\n\"**The disregard... Tch.**\"\n\nIvory could see very well, one thing she prided herself in. She could see the unfortunate victim of the yelling and chuckled half heartedly, pitying them. She would never understand why dragons would ever take such treatment for anydragon other than their own mother, and hers was dead. That being said she slowly rises to her talons, at this rate she would never be able to enjoy her nap and *That* Wasn't something she would allow to be ruined.\n\nWith careful steps she moved in a slithering motion, keeping her old body low to go easy on her aching limbs, coming up behind the skywings, her body was compressed somewhat so she wasn't at her full size. It was a method she used to minimize the aches.\n\n\"Oi. Some dragons have a mind to lower their voice in *Public* Spaces.\"\n\nShe snapped promptly, her voice gathering a low hiss towards the end as her narrowed glare flickered between the dragons. She didn't care who started this and why, just that it was quiet enough for her to nap."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite was about to speak up against the other again but there was another voice. She turned around, eyes narrowing at her complaint. About to pursue the argument, perhaps louder than before, the dragon she was yelling to had disappeared, making her clamp her jaw shut.\n\n\"I'll be as loud as I *Can* Be, if I wish!\" She growled stubbornly, smoke leaving her mouth as she spoke. \"I don't care if you're bothered, or others in a public space are, though I'm sure you're not smart enough to figure that one out,\" She hissed. Shed idn't care if the elderly dragon or others thought her of inconsiderate: less dragons for her to deal with. Less dragons to betray her trust. \n\nHer black claws curled in. Her dull crimson scales did little to compensate for her \"Vibrant,\" Or perhaps passionate personality."
},
{
"author": "Ivory",
"message": "Ivory couldn't help the snort that escaped her snout as the dragons rage seemed to turn on her. She wasn't 100% sure it was rage, seemed like a lot more which made it even more amusing. It doesn't change the fact this dragon was rude and she wasn't going to take it. With a soft role of her eyes she notes the other dragon had left, not that she was bothered, one less youngin' to scold.\n\nShe raises her talon and pokes their snout promptly with a annoyed expression as she frowned. She wasn't sure how to approach the dragon, not that she was thinking either. It seemed like no matter how she delt with this, the dragon just needed to let off steam, or something of the sort. Atleast, she hoped.\n\n\"Mmm, yess. Albeit... Im smart enough to to recognize a dragonet from a dragon, now wheres your mother? I think she has a child to put a harness on.\"\n\nShe coos in a cold, but teasing tone that held no warmth. Her gaze boring into theirs levelly. She decided she would poke their buttons, not that she needed to do much, but they were... Entertaining, to say the least. She shifts from ont talon to another, unable to find a comfortable standing in her current position.\n\n\"Because right now your being the dragon version of a headache.\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She flinched back as the elderly dragon poked her snout, growling louder. Had she not heard of of personal space?! Azurite bit the air half in irration and half in threat. She was not going to be touched like that, especially by some ragged, infectious out spout. \n\nAt the moment Ivory mentioned Azurite's mother, she *Seethed.* Narrowing her eyes and stepping forward, claws tensed so much it hurt, what left her maw was a mangled, somehow contained growl. Her teeth were bared in an ugly way, as is any when teeth are bared, snout wrinkled and snarling at the older dragon. \n\nNot only it was her mother she was thinking of, but her fathe- *Guardian,* She corrected, he who still had a nervous, guilt-tripping harness on Granite and Azurite, told not to explore because of the threat of their Mother. She knew why he did it, for her mother's harness held thorns of disappointment and anger, yet she wasn't sure she could forgive him for it. \n\n\"How *Dare* You insuiate such-\" Growls interrupted her speech, and she manually had to unclench her talons to take a step forward, chest puffed and wings out. Smoke followed as she began speaking again. \"*How* Dare you- how could you perceive such-\" *Hatred. Apathy. Carelessness.* \"-idiocy and dishonour upon her?!\" \n\n*Upon me,* A part of her mind corrected which she promptly ignored. Her words would not stumble! She just hoped the elderly dragon didn't digest what Azurite had said, she herself initially caught up on thinking about her mother when the insult was toward Azurite. \n\n*You idiot.* She scolded herself. She wouldn't back down, though. She is a pride, noble SkyWing."
},
{
"author": "Ivory",
"message": "Ivory hadn't expected to press on such delicate subjects so soon, and yet her old mouth always had a way of doing that. She watches with a wrinkled snout, of amusement as they spoke and stepped back slightly to give herself breathing room. She forgot how smoky skywings were at times. Then again she had never seen one with much rage. \n\n\"Tch. Young dragons these days, can't ever seem to understand them, mm.\"\n\nShe hummed with a shake of her head and glared. She understood fully, but she figured *They* Needed to understand. She raises a talon and points toward them and responds louder in a hissy coo.\n\n\"I don't believe your mother is bad at all young'in, but I believe she has a dragonet to scold. And im aware you don't care, but im sure our *Lovely* Onlookers do too.\"\n\nShe curls her neck back, flicking her wing to gesture at their surroundings. Their was slight sarcasm in her second sentence when she spoke, unamused by the noise but their attitude was definitely something new to her. It made her feel young but so old at the same time.\n\n\"Your fiery attitude won't make things better dear, Im sorry to wake you from ye world, but it wont.\"\n\nShe doesn't sound as crude or rude, but their is no kindness in her voice, atleast none that were service level. The ends of her lips curve upwards slightly as she smirks slightly."
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "Gonna hit the z's now"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "HELP THAT WAS SO FAST"
}
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "More smoke billowed from her nostrils as Ivory commented on the generational gap.\n\nAs Ivory gestured to their surroundings with other dragons looking on, Azurite glared and blew a breath of fire at one of them. It was none of their business! She snarled and growled before glaring back up to Ivory, narrowing her eyes. \n\n\"I'm *Glad* You think so,\" She commented with strained resistance, \"Though you're one to talk, having never met my Mother.\" She wanted to scold and torture and burn this hybrid. How *Dare* She. Azurite could practically see the blood leaving her guardian's body as her mother stood over she and her brother. Her heart panicked, quickly thumping against her chest with adrenaline. \n\n\"I'll do whatever it takes!\" She half shouted, though unsure of what she was arguing as she leapt forward, raising her wings. \"I'll do whatever I can, no matter who'll it involve. I do anything even if others get in my way.\""
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "There there, thats fineeee"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Size isnt everything..."
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "I giggled at that HELL"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Its whats on the inside that matters <3"
},
{
"author": "Ivory",
"message": "Her muzzle wrinkled and she let out a puff of smoke from her mouth as she coughed and shifted simutaneously. She wasn't what she used to be and couldn't be as quick or as smooth as she wanted despite her winding thoughts. She slowly turned her head and waved a wing angrily at a few dragons that stared too long as the younger dragon seemed to think for a moment. Or perhaps was recalling something?\n\n\"Mmm, Im sure your mother is just like any brain rotted dragon on this continent, too noisy and dislikable in every way..\"\n\nShe held her tongue, not wanting to speak further on the subject of why everydragon could fall to their death and Ivory would be overjoyed. She wasn't spiteful, just far too tired to deal with the BS she used to deal with in her youth, everything becoming far too repetitive. She was pulled from her slow thoughts at the younger dragons outburst. She stared slightly apalled but she wasn't sure what they were yelling about and figured perhaps some kind of self promise. She mutters something to herself before rising to her haunches and taking in a breath so she looked almost dpuble her weight, gaze bearing down with firm intensity but she wasn't angry or upset, only a little concerned. She's seen far too many dragons suffering from PTSD to not worry.\n\n\"I think you should take a breath dear and tell me what in the Eye of Onyx are you referring too.\""
}
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"author": "Princess Gemstone",
"message": "Gemstone sat in the sunlit studio, staring sullenly at the canvas in front of her. No matter how hard she tried, she kept coming up short of anything to paint. She'd tried to get some inspiration from pottery, from history scrolls in the library, even popping into the market of a nearby village for some spark of creativity! Still, all the princess could do was mull over the set of paints in front of her, trying to decide how she wanted to go about her next project- because she *Wanted* To paint, she just *Couldn't.*\nLetting out an exasperated groan, Gemstone threw one claw over her eyes and collapsed onto the polished floor, briefly wondering if this new angle might give her something to work with."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence bounded into the art-studio, her gaze lifted as she examined the various paintings strung up within the rather large, sunlit room, harboring many, clear windows along its decorated walls. The Queen hadn't visited the art studio, unless looking for her daughter. It simply didn't interest her, she had never exactly need a talented artist in anyway. \"Gemstone, is that you?\" She questioned. Her adorned jewelry hoisting itself forward in a swinging motion as she adjusted herself. Her body was accessorized with her usual garments, which she wore mostly within the castle, when no visitors were present. A large, fur collar wrapped around her neck and kept on with a gold, jeweled chain. A long, heavy, silk robe draped down her body. Large slits cut out for the presence of her wings. Perched upon her face was a pair of dangly, dropped earrings in the shape of hoops. Clinking against her tender, saggy scales. \"What is it your doing- on the floor?\" She questioned. A slight smile creasing the bridges of her face as she glanced down at her daughter. Whom was laid in a rather peculiar position. \nQueen Eminence adjusted her tail, resting it beside her talons as she refrained from taking a seat on the cold, wooden floor boards below."
},
{
"author": "Princess Gemstone",
"message": "She shifted, revealing dark orange eyes looking up to see her upside-down mother enter the room.\n\"I'm trying to paint, but *Nothing* Is giving me the proper inspiration!\" The princess huffed, tail tip lashing like an aggravated cat. She climbed back to her feet, lightly shaking out her wings and head. \"I've done the sunsets and dawns and twilights already- it's all together in my *'Passing Time'* Collection,\" She explained, none-too-subtle about the pride she held for her artwork. \"And I've tried pottery, paper crafts, and charcoals. I just can't get anything to *Work.\"* She huffed, flicking one irritated claw against the closed container of blue paint.\nGemstone paused for a moment to really take in Eminence's appearance. Even in her later years, her mother was as beautifully regal as ever, and *No,* Gemstone would not tolerate any talk of bias, thank you very much.\n\"Oh, Mother, that's it!\" Gemstone exclaims, eyes lighting up, and she quickly gestured to a luxurious fainting couch positioned near the back of the room, away from the paints and surrounded by other props and diagrams. \"I'll paint *You!* Will you pose? I'll do you justice, I swear!\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Eminence raised a brow at Gemstones remarks. Wrinkling her snout as she young princess brought fourth the idea of her being painted. She recalled various, professionally done paintings in her earlier years, though none as of recently. Taking a half step backwards, she let out an exasperated sigh. The day had already gone far different than she expected, though she couldn't exactly refuse her daughters request. \"Oh my, that would be lovely! I'm sure it'll look lovely.\" Eminence commented after a brief, silent moment of consideration. Though she hadn't 'posed' for anyone in quite awhile, she did her best. Adjusting her shoulders to a lower stature and stretching her neck. Her earrings swaying before eventually settling down and resting stilly. Her head arched forward as she glanced at Gemstone. Feeling slightly foolish, though she didn't mention it. \"Is this alright?\""
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{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence sat within the golden barriers of her throne. Fine, silk red pillows rested against the wall of the throne for her own comfortably. Her amber and jewel decorated crown adorned atop her head, glistening against the torchlight from the various torches strung around the huge room. \n \"Hm...\" The elderly queen hummed. Thinking back to the previous conversation with Queen Curlew, who was now resting within a chamber. Queen Eminence's scales glistened at their recent cleaning. Which had become a frequent occurrence, due to her aging. Regularly after a day, she found herself bathing in warm water from the nearby springs, which had slowed her aging, only by a little. Her cheeks sagged, stretching her scales with them. Long lines branching off from the corners of her eyes due to years of use. Dangling, large earrings hung from her ears, clattering against her neck as she moved her head. Rings separated between her two front talons. Pelts of fur draped over her shoulders and down her long, boney body. Small slits cut out for her wings to slither through. \n \"Interesting..\" The elder mumbled, her voice echoing off the walls of the empty room. Her mind wandered back to the strangely, un-royal like Queen. Who had pleasantly surprised her in their earlier conference."
},
{
"author": "Dowitcher",
"message": "**Dowitcher pushed through the doors. His red talons clanking against the stone floor as he approached the throne.** *Tsk.. Icewings...* **He thought. He had a hatred for them, or a disliking, which was common for almost every tribe other than skywings, for him at least. His armor shifted as he forced himself forward, thankful for the spaces between his joints to allow him mobility. Large wings spread to the side and hoisted up as he walked. As he came up to the throne, he swept into a low bow before Queen Eminence.** \n\n\"Your Majesty, if I may.\" **He began. Waiting for permission before continuing with his words.**"
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence turned her gaze towards the approaching General. Her earrings clanking against the rough scales lining her neck. Raising a brow at the sudden arrival of the General. They had been stationed within the Meeting Room, though had been instructed to do nothing but watch, unless given a command otherwise. \n \"Go ahead, General Dowitcher.\" She cooed, shifting her short, stubby talons closer to her torso. Her lower back pressed against one of the various pillows stiffly. Dowitcher was a trusted member of her kingdom, at least to the elderly queen they were. Though, she couldn't deny they were a bit of a hot head. Making it hard to have a civil conversation with the armored dragon. \n \"Rise, General Dowitcher.\" She called after a momentary silence. Hoping to conclude this conversation before Queen Curlew decided to exit their chamber, which had been prepared in advance for the visiting queen. \n \"What is it you need, General?\" She questioned after another brief pause. Clearing her throat with a quiet cough."
},
{
"author": "Dowitcher",
"message": "**Dowitcher opened his jaw to speak before slamming it shut as the Queen spoke once more. Lifting his head up, not making eye contact with the Queen as a sign of respect. His gaze downcast-ed to signal his lower rank.** \n\n\"I wished to discuss with you, upon terms of the military. And our new alliance.. If I may be so bold.\" **The General stated. His tail stiffly clamped behind him as he forced it to stop swaying. He knew he was stepping out of line, but couldn't quite stop his curiosity. Not to mention the fact they were allying with ice wings.**"
}
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{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": ".+| curlew walked into the hall with two guards walking behind her, she turned a sharp glance to the guards and they hurriedly walked to the wall behind her. She glanced around, her grey scales shuddering as she wondered if the mission was a mistake, what if something happened? She has no heir? The kingdom will be in shambles if she dies! She took a deep breath and stopped herself from going in a spiral. Standing tall as she was taught to|+."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence sat silently within the Great Hall, her large, aging scales glowing in the dull torchlight within the room. \n \"Hm...\" She mumbled to herself through a sip of her tea. Her long, white claws clicking against the frigid, glossy floor of the hall. Her shoulders adorned with various pelts and furs to keep her warm as the months continued to advance towards next year, the temperature dropping with them."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "Outside the great palace, he landed. Carrying a few scrolls, he prepared for his lesson today. Flare landed shakily, a dark cloak covering his snout slightly, ruining his one-eye vision. His soft talons hit the ground, wings adjusting to the new arid heights."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"Greetings Queen Eminence\" She said with the most queenly voice she could, this was one of few interactions she had had with other queens and this was quite stressful \"Shall we start this meeting?\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Eminence took another sip of her tea, steam rising from its and crowding her face. \n \"Greetings, Queen Curlew.\" Queen Eminence called over to the new arrival, dipping her head respectfully and inviting the icewing over with a stiff wing. \n \"Let's begin.\" She cooed, lifting her long, boney neck to peer around the room."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He heard the two immediately, feeling his heart drop to his stomach. *Oough... Just act natural.* He murmured to himself, before looking across the great hall. He had to pass through to get to the Wingery, so he shimmied forward just slightly, before quickly speed-walking to the other side."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"Let us\" She agreed, walking over and sitting in the position meant for visitors. She glanced up towards queen eminence \"You are the one who called the meeting, it shall be fair for you to start it\" She began with a nod, instantly wondering if she said something wrong or shouldn't have sat there|+."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence looked towards Flare, raising a brow as she attempted to recall the young dragons name, to no avail. Deciding not to stop them from leaving, turning back to Curlew as she spoke. \n \"Ah yes, of course.\" She cooed, her mono-toned voice ringing through the hall. \n \"I've summoned you here to discuss with you, before I begin, I apologize for the passing of your mother. I am excited to see what comes of you, and your rule.\" Queen Eminence chirped. Not daring to speak of the icewing queens death. \n \"The skywing and icewing kingdom have never had strong relations- I hope that can be changed.\" Queen Eminence chirped."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He froze in place for a moment, before scrambling to the other end. He continued to walk, nearly turning down the hall... Before pausing. He wasn't usually a nosey dragon, but he wanted to know what the IceWing Queen was here for..."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"I full-heartedly agree with your statement\" She said with a firm nod \"And thank you for the kind words Queen Eminence, but my mother was nearing the end of her sanity, it was best for the kingdom that she was removed from her role\" She said with a small falter in her voice \"In my dragonet years I was never schooled much on current politics, please enlighten me on our past conflicts\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence didn't notice Flare, and continuing her conversation with Curlew. \n \"I see. It's quite brave of you to be able to admit such things. I commend you.\" The elderly Queen commented before continuing onward. \n \"That is quite simply the thing.. We have had no interaction's in the past, bad nor good. And I wish to change that, for the better.\" Queen Eminence declared, letting her talon fall from its place holding her cup of tea."
},
{
"author": "[ flare ]",
"message": "He continued to listen, sitting down for a brief moment to rest his legs."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She nodded and sat up taller \"I plan on solving all the mistakes my mother had made in her... Rough years\" She said, trying to put it lightly but visibly shaking from either fear or remorse. Curlew had tried to plan out hundreds of different topics of conversation before even accepting the invitation for a meeting, and now that she was here she was a nervous wreak. \"Now that the icewing kingdom is reaching out once more we can offer you many resources that may have been cut off from the years of my mothers rule, like our bone products and jewelry, also much resources that may be beneficial for your upper mountain regions where it is quite frigid\""
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence raised a brow towards the younger Queen, looking out towards the end of the hall as she took one last sip of her tea. Seeming unbothered by the meeting. \n \"The Skywing kingdom is vast in jewels and other items of profit, not to mention our military stand point, and our messenger system. I believe both tribes could profit off this alliance, if I could be so bold.\" Queen Eminence began. \n \"I look forward to seeing your kingdom advance as well. You seem to hold great promise, Queen Curlew.\" Queen Eminence complimented. \n \"Enough with my ramble, what do you say?\" She questioned, her long, brown tail curling behind her."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "\"Your kingdom truly is quite impressive with its vast resources and military prowess\" She agreed \"And I see no reason that this alliance would not benefit either of our kingdoms\" She nodded with a small grin, she had planned out much of what she wished to say and now that she was here she knew that it was worth the wait period when she decided to meet up \"I thank you for being part of the first step the ice kingdom has taken to improving its relations and overall state\" She added with a grin"
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence offered the younger a slight smile, her weathered, fading scales glistening against the dancing torchlight of the room. \n \"I look forward to our alliance to grow stronger in the future.\" Eminence smiled, extending a long, boney talon for the icewing to shake. \n \"I hope you will participate in our festival when the time comes.\" She smiled, waiting for her talon to be taken by the other."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She extended her talon and shook it with a firm grip, stepping back with a respectful nod \"I too cannot wait for our alliance to grow and for our kingdoms to prosper in light of this newfound strength in the alliance\" She said as she had practiced many times before \"And I would be delighted to attend the festival when it arrives\" She added, not entirely knowing what the festival was but not wishing to embarrass herself in front of the elder queen more than she already has|+."
}
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{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "\"Then I welcome you as the sky kingdoms new ally!\" Queen Eminence announced, standing up and roaring before looking towards the younger Queen. Her old, fragile lumps quacking at the sudden movement. \n \"Why don't I give you a tour, if you would allow me too. Queen Curlew.\" Queen Eminence offered, standing up and extending her folded wings with a slight smile. She had various years of experience with other queens, though she found this one particularly interesting. As she did most of the current queens."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She nodded gratefully \"That would be quite nice, shall I leave my guards here or are they to come along?\" She asked, glancing back at the two icewings who had accompanied her on the journey. She glanced back up at queen eminence, she still was on the fence about the alliance but she had a gut feeling it was the right thing ~~after a few months of deliberation~~ |+."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "\"Whatever you feel is right. If you feel unsafe I will have more of my guards accompany us as well.\" Queen Eminence offered. Her talons clicking on the wood flooring. Her tail limply dragging behind her along with her furs absorbed across her body. \n \"Anything that makes you feel most comfortable. If your tired from your journey I'm happy to give you a room to rest in, we can do this another time.\" She added, adjusting the position of her head."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "The queen pointed a talon to the slightly smaller icewing with pale brown splotches over her even paler tan scales. \"Caribou, would you mind accompanying me?\" She asked with a forceful yet kind tone. Despite the other icewing guard being much larger she decided that caribou was a much more loyal guard and would make her seem as though she were not frightened by being in the presence of another queen. Caribou stood up tall and nodded, falling in line close to Curlew's back left talon. \"And a room to rest in would be lovely, but I must consult with my guards first, I am sure they would most like to head home to their families.\" She added with a small nod to caribou and the other icewing guard still seated|+."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "\"I'll have that arranged for you shortly. Would you like to continue this conversation now or later?\" Queen Eminence questioned, freeing herself from the tables side. She had put in an effort to look her best, or as good as an elderly dragon could. Large, pelts of fur lining her gold decorated body. She had cleared the room of most of its usual guards, except for the few, armor coated guards sat by pillars. Her strangely brown scales flicking with each, slow movement. \n \"Whatever works for you, if your hungry I'll have the food I've prepared brought out.\" Queen Eminence offered. Wanting to make sure the younger queen felt her best, as this could be a useful alliance for both tribes. \n \"Take as much time as you need.\" She added quickly, letting her gaze shift around the room momentarily."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "She thought for a moment before beckoning the other icewing solider over with a small wave. Her soldiers and servants were quite confused most of the time, curlew always seemed to be kind and respectful to all dragons, even those of a low class, but every so often she would get agitated and just snap with cruel words and an impatient presence. Some rumors have flown around that she is being infused with chemicals by a medic, some that she is going crazy like her mother, and some that she was bit by a rabid animal. So when her soldier walked over he was rigid, a look of wonder in his eyes, quickly changing to relief as she grinned softly and turned back to the other queen for a moment. \"I will ask my guards now if you don't mind, I would not want to inconvenience your servants\" She spoke with hesitation in her voice, her mind wondering at a million miles a minute. She quickly turned around however so that the other queen would not see her fear. Caribou offered curlew a soft and reassuring grin before sitting back in her guard-like stature. \"Alright, caribou and muskrat\" She started \"Would you two like to go home or stay here, just think about yourselves as of right now, I am thinking of everyone else\" She added with a kind nod. Both soldiers shared similar words, stating how they would stand by her side no matter what and that they wouldn't mind staying for a small while more. She turned back to queen eminence and nodded \"A room would be great Queen Eminence, thank you very much\" She said with a great deal of respect and calmness in her voice, though her mind still raced."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence waited patiently for Queen Curlew to conclude her conversation. Keeping her eyes leveled with her neck, not wanting to get cramps during the meeting. \n \"That's very kind of you, but it is no problem for them.\" Queen Eminence reassured. Her jewelry clanking quietly as she shifted slightly. Her dangling earrings clanking against the side of her neck every once and awhile. She hadn't expected Queen Curlew to be as mature as she was. She to be quite frank, had expected a child carrying the burden of a crown, and a kingdom. Especially with the recent battle over the sandwing territory. Though, having the icewings trade within the meat and fat industry would be of use to them. Considering their lack of viable farming land, due to the harsh, Rocky Mountains. \n \"It shall be done. Let my servants escort you there.\" Queen Eminence offered at the Queens words, looking towards the soldiers with a quick nod. \nOne of the soldiers got up quickly and strutted towards a nearby door, disappearing through it moments after. Later returning with two, yellow colored skywings. Rather small in size, both with brown glasses that didnt quite for their snouts. \n \"Please take Queen Curlew to our finest chamber.\" Queen Eminence ordered to the two skywings. Adjusting her wings as she looked back to Queen Curlew. Rather happy that the meeting was being adjourned so quickly. \nThe two skywings dipped into long bows before the two royals. \n \"Please follow us your majesty..\" One piped up. Slowly rising and beginning to walk down a long corridor."
},
{
"author": "Curlew",
"message": "Queen Curlew quickly got up and waved for muskrat to go and follow so he could fetch her if the servant turned down a new hall before she could catch up \"Thank you very much for your kindness Queen Eminence, Me and my guards appreciate your kindness for a room\" She spoke with an even and kind voice, though carrying some regal aspects she picked up from her youth. She gave a small bow, part of her always seemed to forget she was a queen too. She then walked off towards the walking servants and her guard, calling for caribou to follow."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "\"Of course. If you need anything I'll have my servants stationed nearby, simply ask and it'll be done.\" Queen Eminence dipped her head respectfully. Turning back towards the table as she flicked her tea cup, watching it wobble and turn within the circular barrier of the plate. Her tail slithering behind her as she left the dinning hall, heading to her chambers to have a spa prepared to tend to her old scales. Wanting to look her best by tomorrow at the latest. Lifting her head upright slightly. Confident in the new ally she had, forcing herself forward as she tucked away into her chambers out of view."
},
{
"author": "karma_withane",
"message": "You meant your chambers $"
}
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{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence sat within the large hall, her talons gliding across the cold, stone flooring. Her fur garments adorned across her brown scales, making her look just a tad bit younger than the elder truly was. Her scales sagging slightly as she continued to age. Large circular earrings dangling from her floppy ears and hovering just a few centimeters away from her neck. \nShe couldn't help but shake the uneasiness with her new alliance. She only hoped their trade with the sand wouldn't be impacted by the alliance. The sandwings were no fools, challenging two military heavy kingdoms was asking for a death wish. But she couldn't shake the uneasiness. \n \"Please fetch me some food.\" Queen Eminence turned towards one of the nearby servants, wanting to take her mind off the uneasy feeling."
},
{
"author": "Princess Teriyaki",
"message": "Only a few minutes after Queen Eminence had sent out an order for something to snack on, her youngest daughter Teriyaki, came tromping in. She bore both a stern, and perplexed look on her face, all while being drenched in water. She was wearing her favorite chest plate for when she would go beach-combing, which was a thin cut, shortened chest-plate with silver and gray blue accents, as well as a black silk cloak that covered her shoulders, baring cloud patterns colored with golden highlights. She seemed to not care that she was tracking water into the palace, which prompted some servants to scuttle after her talonsteps, wiping away the water. Her little silver and gold helmet glittered with droplets, and was stationed nicely on her head. After all, she hated wearing jewelry that could fall easily. \n\"Mother! Observe!\" She exclaimed suddenly, thrusting a rectangular glass box filled with sand, water, and a talonful of baby horseshoe crabs, scuttling around the tank mindlessly. \nTeriyaki was very keen about aquatic life, and the waters that surrounded her mother's kingdom. Obsessed with sealife, it was routine now that she would catch and relocate any new specimen she found into a giant tank purely designated for her."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence looked over as she heard her youngest announce her entry with loud talon steps. Turning her neck as her earrings bounced off the soft scales lathered across her neck. She adored all her children, but sometimes they were- a lot. Especially for an elderly queen. Though, Teriyaki always had a fascination for sea life- which she found quite intriguing. \n \"Hm? What do you have there dear?\" Eminence questioned, raising a brow as she examined the box briefly. Wrinkling her nose at the mindless scuttling of the crabs trapped inside. \n \"Oh my- that's quite nice dear.\" Eminence coughed slightly, her tail curling beside her slowly as her eyes shifted away and back to the table before her. \nLifting her talons, she set them on the sanded surface of the table, her servant stumbling over to her with a plate of food. Offering the servant a quick nod, Eminence looked to her daughter once more. \n \"Why don't you have a seat? Are you not cold?\" Eminence questioned, inviting her daughter over with a friendly motion of her wing. Unsure how to exactly tell her daughter to clean up the water, so she decided to let it be. Servants would take care of it later."
},
{
"author": "Crane",
"message": "*The morning sun illuminated through the tall stained glass windows of the long great hall, windows which glittered in history of heroic ancestral skywings battling within wars now long forgotten of his tribe; all bedazzled in the timeless art of stained glass.* \n*Crane did not ponder much on these windows as he walked lonesomely besides them, heading towards where the sandwing queen awaited. He loosely looked at one of many of the ancient descriptions of dying dragons glittering in the windows, finding distaste in their describing of horrific times in his history. 'i hope this ends quickly.' he thought, reaching closer to the meeting he was dreading. Crane would much rather be strolling through the royal garden, sunbathing his golden scales in the new sun. But, like how all political games are, a queen of any decent must be assisted.* \n*He'd turn a corner to see where queen Eminence was seated, her daughter having the delighted face to what seems to be a glass box of a multitude of gathered aquatic life. 'lovely.' he sarcastically thought, his muzzle scrunched slightly at the pooling mess she had been making.* \"**Your majesty,***\" He called, his voice echoing slightly through the hall, his claws outstretched in a welcoming manner. \"***Welcome to our domaine! Apologies for the wait, your highness, let our meeting begin.***\" *Crane announced as he seated himself at the table across where the fellow royal was seated, snapping his talons at the closest servant, requesting a glass of cherry whine.*"
},
{
"author": "Princess Teriyaki",
"message": "Teriyaki swiveled her head towards Crane, as if he had purposely interrupted her aquatics lecture. She scrunched her snout up, furrowing her brows angrily as she slithered onto a small throne that was positioned next to her mother's. Glittering sunbeams that burst through the wide windows had happily washed against the princess's scales, making her glossy appearance even more highlighted. She hauled the tank onto a small alcove of her seat that she had not been occupying, occasionally dipping one, bare talon into the water to poke and prod at her new companions, or at least, that was how she saw it. She comfortably curled around in her throne, only occasionally inclining her body over one armrest to pick from her mother's plate, though it went without saying that she was still rather young, and that this behavior was *Somewhat acceptable*. After a moment, she flattened her expression, and beckoned for her own tray of delectable treats, before turning to her mother.\n\"Oh, I'm not cold, but aren't these fascinating? I was thinking about re-homing them in my crustaceans tank, but maybe they would have better chances of survival without the competition of my coconut crab...\" She hummed triumphantly, grinning up at her mother as if she shared the same interests."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence offered the young prince a slight nod. Her earrings swinging forward as she turned her attention back to Teriyaki. \n \"I do believe that is wise.\" Queen Eminence began, attempting to seem as though she knew what Teriyaki was saying. \"Why not keep them in there? They seem to enjoy it so.\" Eminence suggested before turning her head to the young Prince. \n \"What is it you wish to discuss with me, Prince Crane?\" Eminence questioned. She didn't enjoy addressing her children with their formal titles in public, but she did so anyway. \nHer brown scales glimmered in the fiery torch light dancing across the room. Reflecting off the pillars holding the room up, and casting heavy shadows in untouched areas. \nSliding her talon across the table as she refrained from taking a bite of her food, which she had intended to enjoy in peace. Though that plan seemed to fade as the minutes continued with her children around. Her thick, gold and tiny necklace strapped tightly around her neck, matching the similar ankle cuffs on her talons. Her brown fur shall slowly creeping towards her scales."
}
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{
"author": "Princess Teriyaki",
"message": "Teriyaki slunk over the arm of her throne, catching the shade cast by large curtains, making her glossy scales appear with a fluid, deep maroon layer of scales. \n\"Mother... I am simply so bored... I think I am the most bored dragon in all of Pyrrhia!\" She sighed, picking her hind legs up, scrunching her knees up to her underbelly as she stared at her mother, halfway upside down. Despite being a princess with a future filled with many duties required for the Skywing Kingdom, Teriyaki had little to do in her spare time, besides wade along the beach, and be scolded by her siblings.\n\"Ugh! Can we purchase someone for me to play with, mother?\" She whined, curling her long tail around the tank of crustaceans."
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence lifted her head, flicking her ears and shaking her earrings violently. \nShe adored her children, and tolerated their nonsense, as long as it didn't endanger them or the kingdom. \n \"Why not play with the servants dear?\" Eminence questioned with a raise of her brow. Adjusting her old, rough talons against the cushioned padding below her. Silky pillows lay below the queen to protect her scales and old bones from damage. \"They all adore you.\" Queen Eminence added. Lifting one talon up and adjusting her fur cloak, which she had recently added to her collection of attire. \n \"Why don't you show me your aquarium? I haven't seen it in quite some time.\" Queen Eminence questioned. Standing up and curling her tail amongst the large pillow. Hoping that would get her daughter talking again, as once she started talking, she never seemed to stop. \nQueen Eminence wasn't a big fan of the tank, but never argued against it. As it made her daughter happy. \n \"I'm sure we can find something for you in your room.\" Queen Eminence chirped, lifting her talons up from the pillow and stepping onto the floor. Her garments dragging behind her elegantly, shifting slightly as she turned."
},
{
"author": "Princess Teriyaki",
"message": "Teriyaki shot up with an expression of sheer shock upon her face. She has whirled around so quickly, she nearly knocked over the tank positioned right next to her tail. Her mouth gaped open with surprise, before it slowly shifted into a grin of pure delight. She leaped from her throne, scraping her talons against the gold-embedded flooring as she scampered back towards her throne, gripping the tank tightly with her gauntlets, dipping her wings down to the floor as she awkwardly trotted next to her mother, tail bounding with excitement.\n\"I cannot wait to show you the additions to my tanks! I even managed to keep the snowflake eels from eating my echinus urchins!\" She beamed, beginning her lecture on the wonders of sealife.\n\"It is usually not recommended to keep manta rays in captivity, as they are large and highly migratory animals that require vast amounts of space to swim and feed, luckily, I had an extra tank installed in my chamber next to the bay! I was able to allow the manta ray to swim freely and exhibit natural behaviors such as filter feeding and gliding through the water. The water must also be kept clean and at the appropriate temperature, salinity, and pH level to mimic the conditions of its natural habitat. Providing a varied and nutritious diet is also crucial to keeping my manta ray happy and healthy. They are filter feeders, so they require a diet of plankton, krill, and other small organisms, in which I had a small farm for these micro-fish.\" She giggled, swaying along with her mother as she continued her Manta-Ray lecture."
},
{
"author": "cal_imari",
"message": "🦐*Does a little dance maybe??*"
},
{
"author": "karma_withane",
"message": "*Im in the airport*"
},
{
"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "Queen Eminence watched her daughter scamper to her feet. Remaining seating till Teriyakj approached her. Her slightly sagging cheeks propping up into a smile as Teriyaki spoke. \n \"I'm excited to see what you've done since the last time I saw.\" Eminence chirped. Standing up from her cushioned sheet, her tail unfurling from its curled position on the silky, red pillow matching the various decorative banners displayed across the hall. The queens large body was adorned in gold displays and cloaks of fur lining her brown scales. Her few, dark brown stripes peaking from from the fur collar buckled around her neck. \n \"Interesting dear.\" Eminence cooed as Teriyaki began her rant. Only partially remembering what she had been told. Though she listened anyway, beginning her walk towards Teriyaki's chamber, letting the younger dragoness lead the way. \nExtending one wing, she dismissed the servants to take her plate of food and prepare the hall for the next visitor. Despite that nobody would probably be entering any time soon."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Just before the two could get too far away Alpine appeared in the doorway, the large skywing wore a large smile on her face as she held a few books in her arms she stood in the doorway. After all she had recently been at the seawing palace looking for books and the librarian was kind enough to give her some! Alpine could hardly contain her joy.\n\n\"Mother look what they gave me... Some wonderful books written by Queen Atlanta herself.\"\n\nAlpine happily showed Queen Eminence her books titled \"Wonders of the Lost World\" \"Legend of the Tialoan\" And \"Sunbreakers Dance\" Three books that were rare to find outside of libraries of the seawing kingdom. Alpine noticed Teriyakis excitement as well thinking that she must have found some new aquatic creature while Alpine was away. She slowly walked alongside them noticing that Teriyaki was leading them somewhere."
},
{
"author": "Princess Teriyaki",
"message": "\"Books, Shmooks, what are you; trying to spark battle between them??\" Teriyaki snapped hotly, the spikes along her brawny neck rustled, almost making a hissing sound as they shifted upward quickly in a spark of irritation.\n\"The only useful thing they provide is abundant pearls and territory that should be *Ours*,\" She huffed, before hunching her neck angrily, hauling the tank along with her, but due to her sudden change in motions, the salty water sloshed onto her armor, sending a few droplets onto the underside of her chin. She growled quietly, before shaking away the water.\n\"Scrolls, Scrolls, Scrolls; why don't you take up something more engaging? Like listening to Harmonious talk about the history of POTTERY.\" Teriyaki spat, flicking her wings quickly, watching as the gentle veil flow down slowly, pulling with the force of her wings. Teriyaki was always a very... Demanding dragonet, who never had any consideration for others around her; only when they listened to her tangents. She is quite vocal with her opinions, but that is always to be expected."
},
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"author": "Queen Eminence",
"message": "\"That's lovely darling. I hope you enjoy reading them.\" Queen Eminence chirped to Alpine. Stopping as Teriyaki spoke up. \nQueen Eminence listened for a moment, her tail gliding along the stone floor as servants hurried in, grabbed her dishes and scurried away. Not wanting to get caught in the princesses tantrum. \n \"Dear, scrolls teach us quite a lot. History would be for better without records.\" Queen Eminence chimed in, adjusting her wings as she slowly shuffled across the floor. Due to her sing se was far slower than she was in her youth. She rarely moved much anymore, since her servants brought her everything she needed. Though she did enjoy a stroll around the palace every once and awhile. \n \"You are all very talented. Harmonious with pottery, you with your sea life, Alpine with her scrolls, Crane with his smarts.\" Eminence chuckled slightly, lifting her head despite the subtle pain erupting from her joints when she moved."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Alpine just nodded slowly looking down at Teriyaki with a smile since she no matter what her sister said did love her more than ever as an older sibling. Although when she spoke of the seawing kingdom that did annoy her ever so slightly since their territory started 50 miles off the coast and she assumed that Teriyaki hadn't even been out that far.\n\n\"Teriyaki their territory starts over fifty miles out from all the coasts, thats a pretty large amount of space and is actually quite nice for Atlanta to keep the seawings from just... Washing up on our shores like a bunch of beached whales.\"\n\nAlpine sighed looking at her mother with a smile a clear sign that oh boy was she going to enjoy these books they were even waterproof! She may even enjoy them more than the bloodthirsty fighting she loves."
},
{
"author": "Princess Teriyaki",
"message": "\"Fifty miles is hardly enough to house *Sharks, Alpine*\" She snarled, flicking her tail with intense force, causing the plates of silver to jingle as she moved. \"Are you kissing up to the Sea*Worm*S now? I hope you know how much you would dishonor us if you started mooching to the Seawing Queen.\" She sneered, scrunching her red-orange snout up into a disgusted expression, baring her teeth. She tossed her head back towards the hallway with a grumpy huff, fluttering her wings as she guided both her mother, and-reluctantly-her sister towards one of her chambers, her long tail dragging along the floor, leaving behind a small trail of moisture that had formed dew on the underside of her tail.\n\"Besides,\" She smirked, cocking one eyebrow. \"Sharks would have better care in a cramped, dinky little tank than swimming around with those seal-brained logs.\" Teriyaki snorted, triumphant with her insults, leading the two towards the royal chambers."
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{
"author": "imperial topaz | she/her",
"message": "Imperial Topaz, the beloved Advisor for the SkyWing Kingdom, stood tall amongst a few guards. Her gaze held confidence and pride, striding across the Great Hall to meet Calve, the IceWing visitor. She made a conscious effort to be more respectful, recognizing the diplomatic importance of the occasion.\n\n\"Good morning, welcome to our kingdom,\" She hummed, her tone measured and polite as she approached the IceWing. Imperial extended her wing in a graceful, almost regal manner, a gesture of both greeting and deference. \"I trust your journey was without incident, Calve?\"\n\nShe studied the IceWing with a discerning eye, noting the visitor's posture, attire, and demeanor. It was clear that Imperial intended to assess the guest's every detail, as she believed that such meticulous scrutiny was crucial to maintaining the dignity and security of the SkyWing Kingdom."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The moment lost in his judgmental bout of reverie was broken by the chime of the nearby Skywing- his eyes jutted sharply in her direction in an unimpressed, half-glare as he flicked the tip of his tail to the left in a singular quick motion before speaking. \"Good morning, I suppose...\" His voice, much like the look in his eyes, posture, and the odd bubble of air that surrounded him, was deafeningly cold. \"Indeed- though...\" He looked Imp up and down in a scrutinizing manner before meeting her gaze once more. \"With whom am I speaking to, exactly?\" He softly scoffed as if to indicate that most had no business approaching him, let alone *Speaking* To him - so for her to have the audacity to do so, she *Must* Have held some semblance of importance beyond the dragons rushing to and fro around them. \n\nCalve wore nothing but the best jewelry for the occasion, a set of sapphire earrings dangled from his ears, and on his wrists were various silver bracelets that carved an even clearer divide between him and the Skywing culture surrounding gold. \"Your palace is . . . Something.\" He gestured around them, holding the unimpressed look. \"I had to readjust several of the paintings myself, so clearly someone isn't doing their job as they should be- I'd recommend contacting whoever's in charge of the maintenance in this quarter of the building- and is there any way for you to expunge the dreadful, noxious smell of smoke - it's making it difficult to *Breathe*.\" He took a mall hand mirror from a pouch strung around his neck with a small silver chain and seemed to look at himself admiringly in the mirror, running his talons through his horns like one might run their fingers through their own hair."
},
{
"author": "imperial topaz | she/her",
"message": "Imperial Topaz, ever the embodiment of regal poise, met Calve's cold demeanor with a grace that hardly wavered. She observed his unimpressed glance, the disdain evident in his every movement, and his focus on the details of her appearance. A dragon of his caliber certainly knew how to convey his displeasure.\n\nWith a calm and measured tone, she replied, \"Good morning to you as well, though I regret any shortcomings in our palace that have displeased you.\" Imperial didn't flinch under the weight of his scrutiny; instead, she stood with unwavering composure.\n\n\"As for your inquiry, I am Imperial Topaz, Royal Advisor of Treasury for the SkyWing Kingdom.\" She extended her wing in a subtle gesture of introduction, acknowledging the possibility that her title might carry more weight in his eyes.\n\nImperial listened attentively to his critique of the palace, the audacious manner in which he suggested improvements. She refrained from reacting to his blatant disapproval of her surroundings, understanding that dragons of his prestige had high expectations.\n\nHer response was as poised as her demeanor, \"Your feedback is duly noted, Calve. We value your insights and shall make every effort to address your concerns promptly.\" With a slight incline of her head, she signaled for one of her attendants to discreetly take note of his recommendations regarding the palace's maintenance.\n\n\"And as for the noxious odor,\" Imperial continued, her voice calm and controlled, \"I assure you it will be investigated and dealt with swiftly. Your comfort during your stay is of the utmost importance to us.\"\n\nAs Calve inspected himself in the mirror, Imperial remained composed, fully aware that this initial interaction would set the tone for their future negotiations."
},
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"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The regal head butler was pleased with her accommodating nature, though felt he couldn't let a fracture of his truer self show like he could when he wasn't 'on-duty' such as the time he had entertained himself with Twig. He had to be pure, diluted and refined Icewing nobility - he had to represent himself and his people as he had passively learned and had been explicitly told. \"No matter, it's probably not your particular place to manage the castle in it's entirety.\" He peeled his eyes away from the handheld mirror with the most subtle flash of interest in his eyes at the announcement of her title. \"Apologies for the coarse dialogue then, Imperial Topaz. I figured you were some kind of thrall - though I was seriously mistaken it seems.\" He closed the mirror and placed it back in the small bag. \n\n\"Seeing as you already know my name, I assume you know who *I* Am- so there will be no need for me to properly introduce myself... Though I must ask, what brings the advisor of the treasury before me on this sweltering morning within the confines of the mountain fortress?\" He sort of walked off, turning his back to her for a moment before standing still, his long tail swaying like snowdrift along a cobblestone path. \"Not to say I'm complaining, but it's a rather unprecedented encounter to say the least - though I'm surprised your position exists given the history of the Sky Kingdom- Typically the queens aren't too fond of others placing their paws on their precious treasure.\" There was a sense of racism held in his tone as he glanced back at Topaz, only subtly turning his head and allowing his cold eyes to look at her from their corners.\n\n\"Though I suppose this place isn't *Terrible* - so forgive my judgmental approach I suppose... It's certainly leagues better than the Mud, Sand, Rainforest, Hive, Leaf, and even the Sea Kingdom's Summer Palace- I'd say you're neck and neck with the Night Kingdom, but I'll give you bonus points for making the palace so goth it brings the mood into the floor.\" He scoffed with a slight chuckle - truly - he wasn't a fan of the Night Kingdom-nor was he a particular fan of Nightwings in general."
},
{
"author": "imperial topaz | she/her",
"message": "Imperial Topaz maintained her composed demeanor as she listened to Calve's commentary. His approval, subtle though it was, did not escape her notice. She understood the need for him to maintain his noble facade, especially in a foreign court.\n\n\"No offense taken, Calve,\" She replied with a gracious nod, acknowledging his apology. \"Your initial assumption is understandable given the unfamiliarity of our roles.\"\n\nAs he turned away briefly and then inquired about her presence, she followed his movements with a keen eye. \"Your observation is astute, and I appreciate your candor,\" She replied. \"I am here to represent the interests of the SkyWing Kingdom, particularly in matters related to our treasury and the broader economic well-being of our nation.\"\n\nShe couldn't help but notice the hint of disdain in his tone when mentioning the queens of the Sky Kingdom. While it did not sit well with her, she kept her composure. \"Indeed, the treasury is a sensitive matter, but our Queen trusts in my ability to ensure the prosperity of our kingdom.\" She chose to address his comment with diplomatic neutrality.\n\nCalve's assessment of the palace and his candid opinions on other kingdoms drew a faint, polite smile from Imperial. \"Your perspective is enlightening, and we value your insights. We strive to maintain a unique identity here, and it appears we've succeeded in that regard.\" She noted his distaste for the Night Kingdom, a sentiment not uncommon among IceWings.\n\nImperial recognized that their conversation was a delicate dance, a chance to build rapport and find common ground. She remained ever the diplomat, poised and attentive, ready to navigate the complexities of their diplomatic negotiations."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Unfortunately, Topaz's approach only proved to appear predatory given his perceived prejudice - only earning soft, almost inaudible hiss as he tried to suppress seeing the worst in the situation- and hoped the Sky Kingdom wasn't *That* Naive as to try to squeeze coin from the assets of the Ice Palace and it's court. \"I see... Shall we walk as we 'discuss the economic affluence' of trade deals?\" Topaz could tell from the tone of his voice- he must've hated discussing the flow of money within an economy, but still held fast to unspoken duties related to obtaining information and being of use to his masters. With that, he gestured with a wing for her to follow him as he walked within the great hall - heading towards a set of halls he had already known to lead to more admirable vistas in the palace. \n\nHer comment about trust from the queen earned a sarcastic snort- while the Ice and Sky Kingdoms were on... Relatively good terms these days, Calve wasn't quick to forget the centuries of history between the two which at more recent points before the arrival of a 'new era' so-to-speak. \"Of course, the duty of any Icewing is to enlighten those... Less fortunate.\" He chuckled- never dropping the facade- and always halfheartedly complimenting or reciprocating sentiments and feelings despite his comment about the Sky Kingdom being one of rather high regard beneath the surface.\n\n\"So then, on with your desire for diplomacy- I'm curious what you have to offer us that we don't already have... But if you impress me, I'll put in a good word to the King. Don't count your dragonets before they hatch though, I won't so easily fall for a blatant con.\" He glared back at Topaz as if to purposely extinguish any sense of hopeful optimism that might've glittered in her eyes... In truth he held not strong opinions about this poor dragon at the mercy of his business personality- he wouldn't say it, but she was impressively composed given his multitude of comments that almost seemed custom-tailored to get under her scales. In truth he was sizing up her ability as a noble- and she was doing an admirable job of dutifully representing her Kingdom and it's interests as Calve was doing with his. There was a subtle curiosity as to who she really was- but it wasn't something he'd be quick to show."
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{
"author": "Sparrow",
"message": "He was momentarily drawn away from his scroll detailing the exploits of an ancient prince in war by the arrival of a dragon in his remote part of the library. Silently, he looked up to his new companion. What was she reading? A fiction scroll? A non-fiction scroll? The low light from his corner made it hard to tell. Still, he was curious of her, most didn't come to this section of the library.\n\nQuietly, he approached, though not wanting to seem strange (or to interrupt her reading, skies forbid!) he opted to instead sit on a bench a little closer to her, straining his eyes against the dark to try and make out what she was reading."
},
{
"author": "hemlocke_.",
"message": "ACK sorry for uber late reply!!"
},
{
"author": "Oriole",
"message": "She settled down on a bench to read, turning pages quicker than the average dragon would, as she was a fast reader. So far the main character had discovered that his whole family had dissapeared, and the only clue to thwir wherabouts was a sigle note containing a riddel that he was required to decifer. It isn't the best scroll she's read, but it was still good. She barly noticed the other dragon aproach her, she was too focased in her book, but when she finially noticed that he had sat down, she smiled in greeting. \n\n\"Hello, come to relax for the day with a book?\" She asked"
},
{
"author": "Sparrow",
"message": "Sparrow hadn't expected her to notice him, and so fumbled his claws around his scroll. Quickly, he regained his posure, straightening his back and donning a brillaint smile. \"Indeed. In fact, I do this quite often. Being surrounded by so much information and knowledge, built up over centuries of dragon history is just magnificent isn't it?\" \n\n\"In fact,\" He moved slightly closer, \"May I ask what you might be reading? I'd love to know.\" He tapped his talon against his scroll, \"Me personally, I'm reading *The Curious and Extravagant Exploits of Prince Condor.* It's a fascinating set of tales about a supposed ancient SkyWing Prince.\""
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"author": ".FrostFire.",
"message": "*The large intimidating looking hybrid was making his way across the rocky face of the skywing mountains. He had to go further and further away from the safety of his cave to find food as he'd been hunting all the goats near his home. The boy was big and had to eat a lot to maintain himself. He was used to starving for long periods of time and could handle the pain- thanks to his adoptive mother.. But he found it much more pleasant to eat when he was hungry.* \n\n*The hybrid was massive and scary looking with his scarred and worn scales. He was huge even for dragon standards. He also had a resting grump face despite not feeling particularly angry. He just looked like that. He never really had to practice facial expressions because he'd never really socially interacted before. He paused as he got to the large stone spire. He had never been out this far... What was this structure? Had he ventured into the kingdom.? Or at least.. On the very edge of it.*"
},
{
"author": "Valkyrie",
"message": "Nag, nag, nag, that's all Grizzly did! Don't get her wrong, Valkyrie loved the old MudWing like a father, but three moons, sometimes he could be so *Demanding*! Valkyrie, do this, Valkyrie, do that! Today's mission that Grizzly had so graciously granted her was a trip to the market to buy groceries, of all the other things she could be doing that she was certain would be a million times more exciting than lugging around pouches of fruit. The pair of them might've been con artists and thieves, but stealing from other dragons was too risky of a dance to be performing everyday; so, to set the balance, Valkyrie and Grizzly used the money they pickpocketed off of passerbys in exchange for goods and services like- ugh- *Normal* Citizens. Boring!\n\nValkyrie hummed an aimless, off-key tune to busy her mind with as her wings carried her across the vast mountainside, the leather pouch wrapped around her neck by a strap flapping in the breeze. She was just about to tilt her wings downward and make a dive down by the woods shrouding the foot of the mountain when a curious flash of color caught her eye, halting her in her tracks. Silently, she swooped over to a tall, jagged outcrop rising up out of the ground and hid behind it, her dark scales melting seamlessly into the long shadow it cast, and peered around the edge of it to get a closer look at whatever it was that had thrown her off track.\n\nThere, not too far away, a unique dragon prowled about the area, their scales a vibrant clash of blues and reds that she'd never seen before. She leaned forward, intrigued. Could they be a RainWing? No, they seemed too spiky and bulky to be one of those dragons. Ooh, maybe they were some kind of hybrid! She'd heard stories of dragons sharing the blood of more than one tribe, but she had yet to see one in the flesh.\n_ _\n\nFascinated, she made the mistake of leaning closer to get a better look, only for her talons to slip off the stone and send her tumbling down the hill towards the stranger, a hurtling, shrieking ball of flailing limbs."
},
{
"author": "ivydbomb",
"message": "0.0 *Cracks knuckles*"
},
{
"author": ".FrostFire.",
"message": "*Frostfire heard the faint flapping of wings and the scraping of claws against stone. He tilted his head up just in time to see Val come hurdling toward him. He had just enough time to make a confused face before the dragon came barreling into him. Due to his... Bulky nature- Frosty wasn't budged very much from where he stood. Taking the full force of this dragon careening into him pretty well. He sorta just.. Slid back a bit.* \n\n*He stayed completely silent as he stared down at the stranger. Externally he looked pretty stone faced. Albeit a bit confused and a bit grumpy looking. Internally he was panicking. Another dragon? Another dragon that came crashing into him? DID HE HAVE TO SOCIALLY INTERACT NOW? He hadn't done that.. Well- ever. At least no real meaningful conversations. Only a few interrogations.. And a lot of murder.* \n\n*Frosty shook that thought from his head as he stepped back a bit. Clearing his throat and finally saying something in response to this situation.* \"Are.. You alright?\" *He asked in a fairly deep slightly scratchy voice. He looked over the other dragon for any major injuries. Despite looking like he could snap a dragon in half- he was being surprisingly calm and courteous about the accident. Definitely more patient than he appeared to be on the outside.*"
},
{
"author": "Valkyrie",
"message": "*Stupid, stupid, stupid!* Valkyrie scolded herself as soon as she came to her senses and the world stopped spinning, already picturing the eye roll she would've received from Grizzly had he witnessed her wipeout. *\"I thought I trained you to be sneakier than that,\"* He'd say in his low, rumbling voice, chuckling at her misfortune.\n\nBlinking hard back into reality, Valkyrie looked up, up, and up, from a pair of legs to a stony face that betrayed not a single emotion. She swallowed back the prickle of apprehension that wriggled its way into her heart like a stubborn thorn and flashed the hybrid a wobbly grin, shaping her talons into an awkward finger gun formation and pointing them at him with all the charisma she could muster, dry as her throat felt at the prospect of being mere inches away from a stranger's claws.\n\n**\"Hey,\"** She greeted smoothly, trying her best to appear casual, like she hadn't just tumbled head-first down a mountainside and careened into the other dragon like a fly hitting the wall. **\"Don't mind me, just rollin' on over. Name's Valkyrie.\"** Pausing, she sheepishly added, **\"Oh, and I'm alright, thank you.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".FrostFire.",
"message": "*He stared silently for another few moments. Looking down at Val. He looked at her awkward finger guns. He had no idea what that meant. He tried to imitate that but ended up just looking down at his claw in confusion for a few seconds before shaking his head and returning his gaze to Val. He had never seen a dragon act like this before. It was truly strange to him. Did she hit her head really hard?* \n\n\"..Are you sure?\" *Maybe that was how normal dragons acted. He was probably the weird one here. He did live isolated in the icewing kingdom. Not many opportunities to get aquatinted with the neighbors. Especially since he was forced to kill most of his neighbors at his mother's request...* \n\n\n\"That was... A long fall.\" *He noted. He then paused for a moment. Be a normal dragon! Say normal dragon things! What are normal dragon things.?* \"If you do have an injury.. I can help you?\" *He offered. He did have some gauze left over from all that stuff he took from the icewing market. He just had a ton of supplies squirreled away in his cave. Maybe helping a dragon could be his first step toward living some semblance of a normal life.* \n\n*He then realized something.* \"Oh- I haven't.. Said my name yet.\" *He cleared his throat again. The more he spoke the more apparent it was he was very different from the way he looked.* \"I'm Frostfire.\" *He stated. Watching Val.*"
},
{
"author": "Valkyrie",
"message": "Valkyrie blinked slowly and tilted her head, stifling her amusement as the stranger seemed to try his hand at mimicking her finger gun gesture, but ultimately gave up his efforts. He was certainly an interesting-looking dragon, and already he was proving to be quite the character both inside and out. Perhaps her earlier anxieties about being torn to shreds as vengeance for barreling into him were poorly judged, considering it didn't even seem like he *Knew* How to use those claws of his.\n\nSmiling, she raised herself up off the ground with a flourish, lowering her head in a polite, albeit theatrical bow. **\"Pleasure to meet ya, Frostfire! And don't worry about lil' ol' me, I've endured much worse than a silly tumble. See, watch!\"**\n\nShe turned and made to stride in the direction opposite of Frostfire, but a sudden, shooting pain searing fire into one of her hind legs had her crumpling to the ground with a wince. Craning her neck around to gauge what had happened, she realized that she had banged up her leg somewhere along the lines of her falling down the hill, only having noticed it once the adrenaline burned off. She looked up at the IceWing-SkyWing hybrid and chuckled sheepishly. **\"Actually, I think I could use a little help, now that you mention it.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".FrostFire.",
"message": "\"Uhm.. Pleasure to meet you too.\" *He was sort of just mimicking what Val said in an attempt to appear like he knew what he was doing. He then watched as she failed to walk. He frowned slightly.* \"Your leg looks broken.\" *He could tell. He's seen a lot of broken bones and injured dragons. He knew some medicine and how to treat injuries. He had become determined to help this dragon. And once his mind was set on something- it was gonna happen.* \n\n\"You probably can't walk on it.\" *He said out loud as he thought.* \"I live in a cave not too far from here. I can bring you there and help you recover.\" *Now how exactly was he gonna get this dragon there... He glanced around.* \"Is it alright if I pick you up and fly you there?\" *It was probably better to ask permission than just yoinking the poor dragon into the air without warning.*"
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{
"author": "Valkyrie",
"message": "*Broken?* Valkyrie's brain echoed, her ears standing to full attention in alarm. Her leg couldn't possibly be broken! Could it? Oh, three moons, how was she supposed to let Grizzly know what had happened to her and why she most likely wouldn't be returning with spoils from the market tonight? Her casual demeanor quickly melted away into something anxious, fidgeting restlessly from where she lay on the ground. *Here's to hoping it's just a sprain...*\n\n**\"Are you sure? I wouldn't wanna impose,\"** She replied, ducking her head bashfully. **\"And my guardian back at the Mud Kingdom... He's gonna wonder where I am.\"** Pausing to mull over her predicament, she supposed she could ask Frostfire a favor. He *Did* Offer to fly her around, after all, but guiltily wondered how far he was willing to travel. **\"Okay, now you let me know if you're not cool with it, but... Maybe after treating my leg, could you take me back to the Mud Kingdom?\"**"
},
{
"author": ".FrostFire.",
"message": "\"Yes. That looks like a pretty clean break to me. You probably smashed it against a rock on the way down.\" *He said that nonchalantly like it happened all the time. Well.. It did for him at least. He subtly flexed his right claw out of habit. He tried not to remember it being broken by Flurry as a punishment for his disobedience. It wasn't a very.. Pleasant memory. He then blinked as he realized he had been staring off at nothing for an uncomfortable amount of time. He looked at Val again.* \n\n\"If you can give me directions to the mud kingdom I'll bring you there as soon as I'm finished with your leg. And any other immediate injuries you may have.\" *The dragon was being awfully generous. To someone with trust issues this would be highly suspicious. But he was genuinely just trying to help. He stepped back a bit and spread his wings. Ready to get back to his cave. He could go empty handed for now. He could always find food later.* \n\n*He took off into the sky and swooped down to grab ahold of Val. He picked her up and took her with him into the sky like she weighed nothing. He then turned and headed away from the spire in the direction he came. He flew swiftly and smoothly. His wings were larger than that of an icewings even though they more resembled the icewing type. He would be considered slow for a skywing but fast for any other tribe. It didn't take him long to reach his destination.* \n\n*He landed inside a large cave in the side of the mountain. He gently put Val down and stepped deeper into his cave. It was one large cavernous room. On the back rock wall were many tally marks. Detailing the amount of days he'd spend in here. Strewn about the cave were various survival supplies and bones from his previous meals. It wasn't messy- but it wasn't very organized. In the very back corner of the cave the rock looked to be charred like something had been repeatedly burning it.* \n\n*Frosty rummaged through a pile of stuff until he produced a large roll of gauze. He turne\n\nD to Val.* \"I'm going to wrap up your leg. Hold still or it wont set back into place properly.\""
},
{
"author": "Valkyrie",
"message": "At the news that her injury was most likely a fracture, Valkyrie sighed and laid her head on the ground in defeat, curling her lip back in a grimace as burning pulses of pain wracked her hind leg. Although, despite her misery, she did manage to spot the distant-eyed stare Frostfire aimed into the distance, a feat that had her raising a scaly brow. *He sure is unusual. I'm lucky he's willing to help rather than harm... Hopefully.*\n\nShe offered him a smile and raised a wing claw to her forehead in a salute. **\"Sounds like a plan to me! So where is your- eep!\"** Her words were cut off by a surprised squeak when Frostfire swooped down and plucked her up off the ground, raising her into the sky like she weighed less than a feather. The mountainside quickly became a blur underneath her as the hybrid carried her off to his quarters, eventually easing her down in a spacious, lonely-looking cave.\n\nShe lifted her head and looked about, taking in her surroundings. **\"Nice place,\"** She chirped, more out of habit to be convivial than impressed by the layout of his home. It appeared well-lived in; quietly she wondered how long Frostfire had hunkered down here, far away from any other dragons. The cave was unmistakably devoid of others like him, as well. Did he have any form of family or friends that shared an abode with him? Suddenly she was struck with the sense that he must be crushingly lonely, and it tugged at her heartstrings a little. She couldn't imagine a world without Grizzly, forced to scrape by every day on her own. Is that the reality Frostfire was living?\n\nShe was torn from her thoughts by the sound of the hybrid rummaging through medical supplies, turning her head to watch him curiously. **\"Okie dokie.\"** Fidgeting, she rested her chin on the cool stone ground and made her best effort to remain still."
},
{
"author": ".FrostFire.",
"message": "*He moved toward her leg and did his best to be as gentle as possible when moving it. Though his claws were big and he wasn't the most.. Nimble- so it was definitely not a completely painless process. Lucky for Val it was over quickly. He seemed to have had a lot of experience doing this. A.. Scary amount of experience doing this. Whether it was on himself or others is unclear. He stepped back as he finished. Looking Val up and down for any other glaringly obvious injuries.* \n\n\"Anything else feel broken? Wings, tail, legs?\" *He went down the list of things that could be injured. A break or a fracture was pretty serious. Any wounds left untreated could get an infection or not heal properly. Or Val could just straight up bleed out if she got a deep enough cut. Frosty looked concerned for the stranger. His usual stone face replaced with a slight frown and furrowed eyebrows. He really did appear to be genuinely worried for Val's wellbeing despite never having met the skywing before.* \n\n*He then glanced around his cave.* \"Sorry it isn't very... Welcoming in here. I don't get a lot of visitors.\" *Or any visitors. He lived by himself. Almost spending an entire year in complete isolation. He was too afraid to venture into town. Who knew what the skywings were like. It could be a completely different culture. He could do something to upset somebody and end up in trouble. He didn't want that. Too much stress.*"
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{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Cold... Dismal, and dreary... That's all Ametrine could imagine when he looked out from the extended ledge that hung from his studio. At *Least* It wasn't raining... He sighed as the skywing with all the colors of a summertime sunset rubbed his temples with a talon- wings tucked tight against his back. In front of him- not just the quiet, serenity of solitude- but also the stretching forested valley that was painted with reds, yellows, oranges, and browns- that despite the grey weather - seemed to glow with an incredible warmth that betrayed the frigid climate. \n\nHe was here all alone- as he always was- as he wanted to be- and yet, despite the scenery- he felt... Uninspired as he looked at the canvas in front of him, gripping either side with his talons and squinting before blowing a billowing cloud of smoke from his nostrils- his eyes alight as if he was going to light this piece on fire like he had done the previous three attempts at perfectly capturing the scene before him- but instead he took a deep breath- and gently let go... This was his last canvas... He'd be stupid to burn it up like the other, if he did- he'd have to go back into town - getting odd looks from strange dragons, boring dragons- dull dragons... They were as muddled and grotesque as the blanket of grey that stretched above him in the sky- boring... Boring... Boring. All of them- living the same lives they were told to live- but the only difference with him, is he didn't really *Have* A choice in the matter. \n\nAmetrine took another glance at the forest below- then back to the canvas- that in truth, captured the beauty of the scene perfectly- the only problem was the artist's perspective. He had painted the beautiful shades, tones, and hues of red, orange, yellow, brown- with a soft undertone of fleeting green that faded as chlorophyl drained from the leaves. He had captured the sky- in all of his dreary glory- and even the surrounding mountains with careful consideration for the colors and textu\n\nRes of the stone, it was like he ripped the pallet straight from its source- but still- it felt *Empty* To him... Everything he made felt *Empty*.\n\nAnnoyed with the whole thing- he turned away from the canvas coldly and paced into the cave that functioned to a degree like a private home- something paid for not out of his own pockets but by nobility in hopes the vista would expedite his process of preparing a portrait for the queen... In the back of the winding, rounded tunnels was a furnace room- he stepped inside and tossed a few dry branches into the empty pit- spitting fir between his lips with all the wrath he had in excess from his feelings about lonely canvas he had left on the edge of the cave's catwalk. The cave quickly filled with an ethereal warmth that eased the tension in his body - if only for a moment... He couldn't leave his painting out in the cold- what if it rained? The skywing sighed and forced himself back outside to fetch his last canvas- no matter how unpleased he was with it."
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Oh my beloved all-loving over heaven ruling god...\n\nWhat a beautiful piece of writing... That vocabulary and description of scenery, act and emotion.\n\nOn halfway through the corridors, almost at the balcony a flash of light, bright but rich on shadows as contrast, lighted the room up before it took a bursting and threatening growl after it. Thunder... The worst sign for still drying paintings which were unfortunately left outside, waiting for their fate to come. The first sight of small drops barely hearable on the stone of this hobbit hole delivered a feeling of stress and awareness of doom which the artist will have to suffer soon enough when the drops multiply and multiply. What was left from the flaming sunset which even painted the trees in its warmth were now only darker shadows, slapped by the rain and moved by the sudden wind... If the conditions weren't already bad enough.\n\nRelief... Confusion... Anger? Whatever someone would feel seeing a stranger save your hard work, but also standing on your properties without your knowledge. Dark grey clouds seemed to be blurred away by the pastel reddish colours the curly and thick hair of this dragon seemingly radiated, just as the sunset before. Outstanding where his white scales, an unfinished painting, empty canvas just with blood red/sunset red edges could be a metaphor for that appearance. The curly spike on the tip of the tail being painted just in the same dark red colours as the dragon's claws, claws which were holding the frame of Ametrine's painting. Rain poured down along the strings of hair, making it fall like wet spaghetti over Romeo's face before his head turned towards the Skywing, which he didn't hear coming due to the storm around and over them. To Ametrine's relief the stranger seemed to have admired the painting that much, that he chose to shield it with one of his wings from the rain instead of his pretty hair, now looking sadly unpleasant and destroyed... Just as the painting could've been if not him. Ruby red eyes spread and black pupils thinned as they were surprised by the sudden appearance, fallen into a curious gaze shortly. \n\n\"Sorry- I... I just had to...\"\n\nTo Ametrine's surprise a nearly poetic, calming tho charming voice spoke. Not aware of the stranger'a name... But soon enough figuring out why he is called *The Romeo*"
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine paused - hesitating with an arm in the air for a moment at the sight of a dragon in *His* Studio- eyes brushed over Romeo's form briefly before producing a harsh snort accompanied by a quick flick of his tail to the right. \"I see you let yourself in...\" His voice was colder than the winds they blew outside- striking Romeo's ears as sharp as talons. The slender, yet tall form of the artist slinked forward- his eyes held in an unimpressed half-glare as he picked up the painting- which had a fine layer of black soot on the surface from all the smoke that he'd occasionally blast at his artworks in frustration- it was so common it was used to identity whether he had painting or sculpted a particular piece or not- and thus confirmed the value to those that bought or sold his work. \n\n\"I *Suppose* I should be thanking you... But that one's hideous.\" His voice snapped as he gripped the frame of the canvas - half-looking as if he was going to burn it simply out of spite- but he relinquished, twisting away from Romeo - and gently running his talons along the canyons and valleys created by the uneven surface of the oil painting. Ametrine's head snapped back to the hybrid in his home- his eyes judging him as if he were a museum piece rather than a dragon- then his eyes snapped to the rain pouring outside and with a labored- agitated sigh he spoke. \"You're welcomed to stay until the rain passes... But not a moment longer... I'm very busy- I have work to do, and I can't afford to having you getting in the way- or lounging about, taking up space.\" \n\nHe turned back to the tail of the cave - then back to Romeo. \"Come with me.\" The artist's posture straightened as he walked along the stoney meanders along the corridor, speaking with the most annoyed tone imaginable once they had approached the room where he had lit the fire- the orange flickering light of the flame danced against the hallway... \"Your name. What is it? If you're going to fancy yourself an uninvited guest- I sh\n\nOuld at least know how to address you properly.\" The artist stepped into the room that was filled with heat not indifferent from that the desert sun - in here, Romeo was sure to dry quickly. \n\nAmetrine placed his painting on an easel and sat behind it- his eyes criticizing every detail with a disgusted expression. He... Clearly wasn't a fan of his own work. \"Sit.\" He pointed harshly across from himself as an idea struck him. Seemed he didn't care for divulging his own name for the time being as he worked to mix pigments and paints together on a pallet - producing different shades and tones as he squinted at Romeo from time to time- seemed he was interested in adding him to the painting. \"Why are you out here?\" He asked- as he continued to mix paint- keeping his eyes on the pallet opposed to looking Romeo directly in the eyes. \"It's not often a dragon comes across this location via coincidence...\""
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "A flinch spread over Romeo's forearms as the painting got violently taken out of his hands, looking now even more confused- or more like surprised by how *Stinging* The welcoming was. \"My apologies good sir~ I happen to fly by looking for the employment center... Or whatever it's called-\" The guest said, pausing in front of the entrance to squeeze the rain out of his hair with his talons... At least being conscious of not wetting someone's home. \"...I happen to see a painting being left in the rain and well, couldn't let a fellow artist's masterpiece get ruined, no?~\" So he was an artist like Ametrine... Possibly looking for the same job as well? Wet talons clapped behind Ametrine as his guest followed seemingly trusting strangers too easily, or not being a fan of the rain himself. Romeo just managed to clip his large leathery backpack from his waist and place it somewhere where it wouldn't bother anyone, already preparing a fancy introduction but being interrupted by another stinging command. For some reason Ametrine's guest was grinning, even a nearly unheard smirk escaped his snout as he sat down, more or less with his *Chocolate-side* Faced to his host. \"As thankful as I am for your offer of keeping me warm and rain-free... You don't seem too pleased with my existence?\" Charmingly his words stung back Ametrine, sharp blades hitting against soft fabric with nearly seemed hypnotic the way he spoke. He put his talons together, a sign of unsureness pointing out his so confident seeming appearance. \"Romeo, and yours?\" He said after a pause in which he observed the movements, the observation of his guest... Painting him? His smile seemed to slightly grow through some strings of red still hanging down from his face."
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine already got the impression this individual was going to be somewhat obnoxious to talk to- it was *Never* A treat to have guests- even royals and nobles weren't accommodated for their status or prestige with him- no- he treated everyone as equally terrible as he *Felt* All the time. The artist didn't respond to the apology or explanation - feigning indifference entirely- but still listening, the sign of which was only obvious if Romeo paid attention to an ear he had swiveled in his direction. \"If you think *That's* A masterpiece... You clearly don't have an eye for art.\" He tucked the canvas under his arm as he walked- a cloud of smoke pouring from his nostrils as he glared back at Romeo. \"You should've left it in the rain...\" Ametrine found his grinning and smirking to be particularly agitating - but focused more on subduing how it made him feel just so Romeo wouldn't know he was getting a rise out of him- these types usually enjoyed any reaction they could get- and he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction... Or- he'd at least try not to.\n\nHe had no sense of fear or danger - no dragon had any reason to kill him- kidnap him? Maybe- steal from him? Sure- but if he wanted the painting - Ametrine would've happily let him run off with it... Good riddance, he thought. He bellowed out a growl as Romeo posed himself. \"Try. Again.\" He squinted at him and waited for him to assume a more flattering pose- half wanting to instruct him to wipe the insidious looking grin off of his stupid snout. He retorted as made careful brushstrokes upon the canvas - preparing the outcrop of Romeo's silhouette. \"I'm not pleased with *Anyone's* Existence while I'm out here. If you couldn't tell- the reason it's *Away* From the other homes- is because I *Don't* Like company I didn't ask for.\" He grumbled something under his breath. \"Ametrine.\" He answered in a cold snap - never drawing his eyes from the canvas as if intentionally trying to offend and disrespect his guest that was pla\n\nYing the part of the model. The artist couldn't bring himself to hiss at Romeo's smile- simply letting out an agitated sigh. \"Don't flatter yourself- you were *Convenient*... That's *All*. I don't care for flying in the rain anyways. When I'm done- I'll pay you your dues- and point you in the right direction. Until then, I suppose I'm stuck with you...\" He looked up at Romeo and growled- barely audibly mumbling something under his breath. \"And your stupid smile.\" \n\nIt wasn't that Ametrine hated poor Romeo- this was simply how he treated every single dragon - always - he hated the idea of getting close- or attached to another individual. His experiences in that way were always bad- ending in manipulation that continued to ruin his life because he was forced into believing he simply *Couldn't* Do anything else. His parents- terrible- suitors- they wanted the money he made to buy stupid gems, jewels and gold- or even worse, patronized him like an art piece because of his colors... If he was mean- the possibility of being hurt on the inside was negligible- so he conditioned himself the most bitter personality he could conjure- and it turned into who he was over time."
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "\"Riddle me this~...\" Romeo nearly sung that phrase towards Ametrine as he observed his glare and preparation of finding exactly what this terrible perfectionist wanted. \"...I didn't leave your artwork in the rain because it was to my liking... And so did you. I can clearly see you found interest in my aesthetic~ I'm flattered, but I could just say the same about you having no eye for motives~\" Ametrine's model clearly was no regular non intellectual, in fact- his argument was unfortunately well formed. As Romeo got commanded to pose again an actual chuckle escaped his snout, his pearl white teeth making his laugh even clearer and seemingly more amused. \"Oh You're making me blush *You artist*~ but how could I ever please such a perfectionist you are?\" He hummed some kind of melody as he stood on his hint legs, curling his body together with its tail into a stunned rotation while lifting both his front talons separately on different heights, simulating an off-guard caught dragon being painted... Or one which just turned to face the observer. His humming stopped for a short while though as he thought about what Ametrine explained to him... Before grinning again and his ruby eyes searching for his again. \"Oh my-...What a poor thing you are~ isolating yourself that much? I honestly can't find myself in your ideology... If I don't get to talk with someone during a day I'd be very devastated... And probably also search perfection in things instead of other dragons...\" Romeo stated, which kinda would sting as he referred to finding perfection in Ametrine's hobby instead of other dragons. At once it felt like Ametrine said too much to his guest and he might've figured out the overal idea of being that isolated. Wide white wings would spread from his back, revealing their skin beneath the upper layer, which was just like his eyes and hair in a reddish flow between tones... Here and there some white scales, which were imperfect, but somewhat outstanding from a constant red.\n\nObviously Romeo was a talking issue. He's probably be a great model if he wouldn't be distracting the artist that often with his personal questions and theories towards his host. \"Taking a stranger in, weirdly staring him up and down and then suddenly switching from landscape motives to drawing that stranger-... But anyways, let's stick to the *Stranger stuff*\" Romeo titled his head a bit, his ruby eyes continuously glaring at Ametrine's facial expressions, still testing if he hit a nerve in a good or a bad way~. A sudden this of his tail slapping against the floor nearly made one pencil swing go terribly wrong as Romeo had to deliver an idea very, if not too enthusiastically. \"Ametrine Ametrine~...This name could be the name of a song haha~ So Ametrine~ you're giving me a roof over the head... And according to the weather conditions my leave might wait a day. I mean, if we're already stuck together why not forget about the business crap... I would gladly sing you my songs, your so *Professional opinion* Would mean a lot to me~\""
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "The way Romeo's voice rose and fell was too sweet to Ametrine's ears that folded forwarded as if to silence the irritating sound of his voice. He shot a look at Romeo when he mentioned how Ametrine must've liked his aesthetic. He begrudgingly relinquished an ounce or so. \"It's not half as gaudy as my usual clientele... I don't have an opinion on your appearance- I could care less.\" He snorted again- a puff of smoke jetting out as he continued to play the part he had melted into years ago. He seemed to ignore the second half of his sentence- either having nothing to properly retort, or in an effort to seem disinterested entirely. The sunset-colored dragon scoffed as a smirk washed over his face for the first time- providing relief from his typical scowl- if only for a moment. \"You could start by closing your snout- yes, that'd be the perfect first step in *Pleasing* Me.\" He had a nice chortle, seemingly pleased with his own response. \n\nDespite his griping, he gave Romeo an approving nod as he fixed himself in a more proper position fitting of a model. Ametrine kept his eyes on the canvas as Romeo spoke- a stroke here, a streak there- he imposed Rome's visage upon the fall mountaintop background, briefly scowling when Romeo prodded too close to his personal life and feelings. \"I *Just* Like being alone...\" He glared at the painting as he continued his careful work. \"Then maybe *You* Could do with a little isolation yourself.\" He growled harshly... He didn't like other dragons feeling pity for him, it agitated him- making his ears flick wildly the angrier he got- an obnoxious sign he couldn't hide. \"Mind your business- or I'll make you sit out in the rain instead... The pursuit of finding perfection in others is a pointless endeavor- shrouded in psychology, philosophy- and self-satisfaction. I want none of it. That's that.\" He said- almost more reassuringly to himself than to Romeo. \n\nThe artist hissed at his muse- \"It is my *Job* To do such things. It is *Not *For the\n\nSatisfaction of eyeing you.\" He grew closer and closer to preferring the idea of making him leave while it was still raining... Hearing his name drew his attention as he re-wetted a brush with paint. \"So, a musician... Hm, explains why you never shut up.\" He chuckled at his own comment for a moment- but ensured it was fleeting as if to hide the sense of subtle satisfaction socializing gave him despite his words and demeanor suggesting otherwise... He wanted to tell him *No* - something like 'Don't bother me with such *Noise* While I'm working', but something in him was curious- he could play it off as simply wanting a topic change... Yes, that's it. \"I *Trust* The weather should clear before nightfall... But, please go on... Anything to keep you out of picking my brain.\" He waved a disinterested talon as if instructing him to begin."
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Live, laugh, love Ametrine\n\nSince Ametrine told him to sing- should I write the lyrics of \"This Is The Life\" From Amy Macdonald into the roleplay?"
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{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Romeo's left talon slid along the neck of the guitar and surprisingly making no brushing sound thanks to the abnormal smoothness of the instrument. Gently he rotates the mechanism until each string would have the sound he wished for by checking each with a whip of his right talon. Some awareness would threaten with the thought one wrong whip with those claws could cut those strings and make an unpleasant sound- but luckily Romeo didn't allow that to happen. \n\n\"I bet I'm the only musician you're getting to know better than just their snout~\"\n\nRomeo gave Ametrine one last grinning glance before closing his eyes, as if that dramatic gesture would multiply his skill. And then the first tones landed, at first probably seeming to interrupt the beautiful Ambiente of flames cracking in the fireplace, but as soon as Ametrine would focus his thoughts on the melody instead of his memories... It would actually catch his attention, this time in a pleasant way.\n\n\"Oh, the wind whistles down\nThe cold dark street tonight\nAnd the people, they were dancing\nTo the music vibe\nAnd the boys chase the girls with curls in their hair\nWhile the shy tormented youth sit way over there\nAnd the songs get louder each one better than before\nAnd you're singing the songs thinking this is the life\nAnd you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size\nWhere you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\nAnd you're singing the songs thinking this is the life\nAnd you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size\nWhere you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\n\nWhere you gonna sleep tonight?\"\n\nMaybe his voice was more acceptable than those of dragons Ametrine has met before, especially those that only complained, yelled and lied... But Romeo's voice turned out to sound even more hypnotising when singing to a melody.\n\n\"So you're heading down the road with your wings so sore\nAnd you're waiting outside Mother's front door\nBut nobody's in and nobody's home 'til 4\nSo you're sitting there with nothing to do\nTalking about fellow artists and their dreamer crew\nAnd where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\n\nAnd you're singing the songs thinking this is the life\nAnd you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size\nWhere you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\nAnd you're singing the songs thinking this is the life\nAnd you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size\nWhere you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\nWhere you gonna sleep tonight?\"\n\nAnd so Romeo continues with the guitar-only part. Ametrine might notice that the text tells the story of an artist having to survive from day to day, lying to themselves that _this is the life_ has been their entire life-goal. Romeo must've experienced something by know for being able to write such positive guitar cover with a deep lyrics. As he went on Romeo started to slightly swing his hips to his own tact, still with closed eyes and an emotional but smiling expression on his face while singing.\n\n\"And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life\nAnd you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size\nWhere you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\nAnd you're singing the songs thinking this is the life\nAnd you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size\nWhere you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\nAnd you're singing the songs thinking this is the life\nAnd you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size\nWhere you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\nAnd you're singing the songs thinking this is the life\nAnd you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size\nWhere you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?\nWhere you gonna sleep tonight?\"\n\n_This is the life_ ends with the last phrase being sung in a slower dramatic tone before one last guitar instrumental cuts off into one last hall... Before the flame's cracking returned\n\nI apologise for the waiting :'0 had each day fully planned"
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{
"author": "shadyperson_",
"message": "Sorry for interrupting but why do you sound like that one teacher that everyone likess??? /pos\n\nLike, you are fr so nice"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Fr tho-\nLucid so Sunny vibes man"
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine watched Romeo's form as the dragon moved his talons along the instrument with precision and accuracy as he tuned and calibrated the guitar- at *Least* It seemed like he knew what he was doing... Not just some overtly ambitious street performer that was looking for a quick scale to buy... Well... Whatever they'd end up buying, booze, drugs- eugh- the capital city was clogged with such types that was always *Always* Trying to sell something- treating the idea of listening to their music similarly to how a hustler might treat handing you their '''''free''''' mixtape, then when you take it- or in this case, when you listen - they get upset and offended you're not going to buy or pay for their little pitiful performance.\n\nThe skywing snorted - a large cloud of black smoke sweeping from their nostrils - though it seemed they took some level of care to turn their head up, so it didn't blast the canvas with black pigment. He was *Not* Going to give Romeo the pleasure of a verbal reaction to his little comment- *What an idiot...* He thought to himself as he dabbled a few more strokes on painting that was slowly but surely coming together- especially since the background had already been completed. Thanks to dry heat of the room, the thick oil paint dried exceptionally fast - allowing him to layer it in a matter of minutes instead of the laborious typical situation of a few *Hours*. \n\nHe tried to act disinterested in Romeo's singing - holding the same, stern expression you'd expect on a portrait of some terribly cruel member of skywing nobility - a scowl that as Romeo sang, seemed to soften and fade like ice melting into a puddle of clear, cool water - even he himself could relate to the song to some degree, but he *Hated* That fact more than anything- and once Romeo had completed his little serenade, his eyes perhaps opening and checking Ametrine's snout for his expression- he quickly, in a startled manner returned to his typical scowl - letting out a growl that was\n\nPartially out of embarrassment at the fact he might've been caught *Feeling something* Other than frustration, annoyance, and anger. \"It was... Alright... You need to work on lyrical variety though... And the half-rhymes weren't flattering.\" Ametrine avoided eye contact as he spoke - perhaps a sign he wasn't exactly believing what was coming out of his mouth.\n\n\"But... It *Wasn't* The most terrible song I've listened to-\" He rolled his eyes, wanting to sprinkle in at least a pinch of honesty- but not enough to stroke Romeo's ego - something that seemed to radiate more than the heat from the room's stone furnace as he threw another dried branch on the fire as he looked his own work over - the last layer was completed- and... He didn't hate it. Instead, running an almost admiring talon along the drier surfaces of the painted background - seeming to ignore Romeo's eyes were on him, even if it was only for a split-second.\n\nThe skywing snapped back to reality - and cleared his throat harshly, gripping the painting in his talons and shooting his eyes to the corner of the room - the amber light cast from the fire illuminating reds, oranges, and purples of his scales as he stepped forward and extended the painting to Romeo. \"Here- you can have it... *I guess*... Only because you saved it- and it's terrible anyways, so it's yours... Sell it, burn it- I don't care what you do with it, it's not any of my business.\" His voice hardened like stone as he tried to convince himself- more that Romeo that what he was saying was in-fact, the truth - why should he care about this painting anyways? It had the stupid, smug, soft expression of this singer's face on it- he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it- maybe he should scratch out his name in the corner- yeah, that would *Prove* He didn't like it! He slowly reached a talon towards the corner of the piece as if he was going to commit to that idea fully."
},
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Romeo's eyes slowly opened with a widening grin, still being in a lowered position holding onto his guitar dramatically before meeting just for a brief moment with Ametrine's eyes. Observing the Skywing's body language, the cloud of anger or possible disgust escaping his nostrils before enjoying the critical comment on his own piece of art. The red-spotted dragon had to giggle... Giggle in fact for a bit longer than earlier with that nearly heart warming laugh. His guitar got placed on a nearby table with care, inspecting Ametrine while doing so to be sure it wasn't a crime to place his personal things around here. \n\n\"Ya know- I think I can live with that your opinion~\"\n\nRomeo swung his head back up before glancing with his blazing reddish rubies into Ametrine's eyes... They trailed off just for a moment to experience the switch of these blazing colours on Ametrine's scales created by the flames from the fireplace. Ears perked and eyes widened sitting on his hint legs he flinched back before being seemingly forced to grab the picture, having to push it right away in fear of demolishing the colours if it would touch his chest. For once his gaze was surprised again, even slightly shocked trailing off to the picture before back up to Ametrine... And back to h-...Himself. A sparkle seemed to form in his eyes, something dragonets have when experiencing the thrill of unpacking presents on their birthday. Just like two flints hitting each other and creating a spark. That's what Romeo felt inspecting each so careful and detailed brush Ametrine took-...And now giving it all up and handing it to him? For nothing? It's been a while since Romeo been gifted with anything... Still, it'll be against his morals to take such precious craft without an exchange of soul-crafted gifts.\n\nJust as Ametrine was about to reach over to the corner of the painting, already tending his claws to scratch the layer of paint with his initials off- Romeo's talon slipped into Ametrine's aim, snapping him out\n\nOf that idea as his claws covered that spot while holding it up for a better view in a better light. \n\"NO WAY-\"\nRomeo bursted out with his voice, pausing again while he saw himself un that picture... Was that really him? So aesthetic? So beautiful? No natural reflection ever showed him in such glory like the careful brushes talon-made by-....Him...\nRomeo's arms sunk together with that art. His eyes stared into Ametrine's for an uncomfortable long moment before he smiled again, his expression calming and his ears flapping down.\n\"...Tzh- you got me there you sweet bastard. There's no way you'd give up such masterwork! And I'm not saying that only cause-...\" It seemed like some white scales around Romeo's snout changed its colours to a rose red... A blush maybe? Definitely sticking out from his pale whiteness...\n\"...You painted me... And I gotta say- credit to the artist's eyes! Ehe~...Caught myself very well there~\" In fact Romeo had no idea if he really looked like that. To him it nearly seemed as if Ametrine painted him more out of emotion than observation- just a temporary thought he had.\n\"You should keep it. I have nowhere to go anyways- to poor to get a proper roof over my head which would secure me AND this gorgeous piece of art-...\n\n...And I dunno if you're burning some drug-like-wood there and why it's not effecting me-...But you must be high on something to expect someone to burn this!\"\nThe painting got gently leaned against the table with Romeo's guitar on it. He took couple steps back to inspect the image even more.\nAdmiration. That what Ametrine could red from Romeo's eyes which totally forgot his. Romeo's words were somewhat what he'd expect from a *Pure soul*...Which is realistically impossible, cause why would anyone spill so many emotions over such stupid gift... Or was, Ametrine's expectation stupid from his own position? \n\"*You are incredible... I love it*\"\nAs if paint was thrown on pale emptiness something would sting Ametrine's chest, something which for once- wasn't a painful\n\nSting...\nThat's how Romeo's last words felt as he spoke them much calmer- much more admiring..."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine just rolled his eyes and scowled at Romeo's comment about being able to live with his opinion - of *Course* He was going to have to live with it, was he stupid? The thought crossed his mind - but he felt his heart sink as if regretting the simple thought of the insult- even if he hadn't actually said it to him. He gave him a nod as he set the guitar down- though seeing Romeo's face light up like a Christmas tree earned a subtle- but noticeable smile. The expression on Romeo's face was so sickeningly sweet he felt *Ill* - or maybe *Happy*? His heart felt giddier than it had in a long time - usually, when someone bought something from him - they always smiled, but it was always *Always* With a sense of hollow satisfaction - the type of smile that said 'oh yes, this will look wonderful on my pile of gold, next to my throne, oh- and above the cage I keep my servants in...' - but Romeo wasn't like that at all - it kind of scared him in a weird way, like he had done something *Wrong* Even though Romeo looked overjoyed. \n\nThe skywing flinched harshly as Romeo scolded him - Ametrines eyes widening as an offended expression filled his face - but quickly faded as he pulled his talon back toward is chest - almost as if he was embarrassed at the fact he had even tried. He quickly growled at being called 'sweet' - him? Sweet? Not a chance in the hottest palace furnace of the skywing palace... Even so- seeing his guest's satisfaction seemed to warm his frigid spirit - even just a little bit. \n\nHe gave Romeo a suspicious glare - though didn't care to press him about... Whatever he had caught himself on. At the prospect that he should keep his- he let out a dignified scoff and turned away from his muse. \"I don't *Want* It - really, just take it - sell it or something so you can afford a place to live.\" He felt a warmth creeping into the corners of his face that only proved to make him seem even *More* Upset than he *Always* Seemed to be. \"If you couldn't tell - I burn *Mos\n\nT* Of the things I paint - it's all the same to me, it doe-\" He felt the warmth creep even further - thankfully, his face was comprised mostly of red scales - he never had to worry about hiding his flushed cheeks on the rare occasion he felt flustered.\n\nHe let out a guttural growl that resonated through the heated chamber. \"*Whatever*...\" He blew another cloud of smoke from his nostrils - this time making sure it was in Romeo's general direction as if he was making a point about how he felt about the musician- his heart jumping a bit at Romeo's words - his red scales doing nothing to hide the extra hue of pink in his face as he turned away from Romeo in an angered manner. \"Pft- stupid *Boy*-\" He said in a venomously condescending manner. \"Just keep the crumby painting...\" He crossed his arms and paced towards the entrance of the room. \"I *Suppose* I'm going to have to feed you tonight... I'll count your little ditty as payment I guess... I don't care for keeping track of the dragons who are in *Debt* To me anymore.\" He flicked his tail in Romeo's direction. \"And I *Guess* If you don't have anywhere to stay... You can...\" He turned his face from Romeo - blowing another plume of black smoke as he rubbed his talons together. \"Stay here... But *Only* Until you can find somewhere else to stay - and I *Don't* Want to be woken up by your little musical warmups- I'm a busy dragon.\" He strutted out of the room - slinking through the hallway and into what looked like a combination of a kitchen and a dining room.\n\nHe walked over to an odd, large wooden box and opened it, glancing back at Romeo and growling intinctively. \"Do you always keep such a stupid expression plastered on your face?...\" He tore his gaze from the dragon, feeling himself digging his talons into the wood of the box as he took in a deep breath and took two large, plucked hawks from the wooden box that radiated an unnatural cold. \"Take a seat... And stop looking at me like that.\" He snarled, getting to work"
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"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "\"You are so insane-...\" Romeo complained, acting as if his expression switched to annoyance, but in fact just trying to tease Ametrine once again. Before Romeo would further enter the conversation he took one last glance on the painting, feeling against that slight warmth before slowly following his host... Not keeping any safe distance with his snout nearly touching Ametrine's furious tail movement. \"-nothing personal... Actually it is- but I'm considering hitting you with my guitar if I should ever catch you destroying your work\" Romeo threatened Ametrine in a charming way, thinking about snapping his jaws into that angry waving tail of his. A slight surprise ran across Romeo's face which grew larger with a slight heavy feeling in his chest- combined with the joy from before. Romeo's ears perked up as he got offered to not only stay over for as long as he needed to- but now also being invited for dinner? So Romeo's thoughts continued... Leaving him somewhat day dreaming but also questioning his situation. More or less he got snapped back to reality when Ametrine's tail nearly smacked him in his snout, flinching back with his curly red hair waving to his movement nearly like one-toned flames. He sighed and rolled his eyes before glancing over with his usual charming confidence.\n\"Pff- me annoying you? Nah~ except if you wish for musical entertainment during breakfast to get into your day!\"\nRomeo sung his sentences nearly bumping into Ametrine's wings as he realised he followed him far enough to gaze at his kitchen- which was by far the most beautiful and well-sorted one he has seen so far. So he took couple of steps back, finally taking his seat at what he found to be the dining table, on which he sat behind and rested his arms on. A sigh escaped his nostrils, this time him being the one to relieve a dark cloud but still slightly smiling.\n\n\"Look, grumpy Ametrine~... And don't kill me for saying it, but you seem lonely, unwanted to trust anyone. I am lonely as well, but searching for friends ya know? Dunno what smoke-brains you've met, but I promise I'm alright. Just as much as you're alright for me~\"\nRomeo smiled. Less confidentially charming and more warm and trustful... Hoping Ametrine would notice his different tone in his voice.\n\"...Besides, is there a problem with me finding you enjoyable to look at~?\""
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "\"I am *Not* Insane...\" He grumbled under his breath - definitely getting closer to swatting Romeo with his tail each time Romeo edged a little too close for his taste, growling at his comment about hitting him with his guitar. \"I'd turn the instrument into scrap if you did that. Besides- I can burn what I *Please* - I was given this little vista by nobility *Explicitly* Because it's fireproof.\" He pointed out with a sense of pride that quickly melted into embarrassment- and it wasn't something he could correct - so he just tried to *Ignore* Whatever Romeo looked like in this instance, it was- a lot easier than facing the consequences of saying - with a sense of pride - that he had a problem setting thing on fire when he got upset. \"Don't get any *Funny* Ideas either- I'm just giving you dinner because I'm a *Good host*. I have *Some* Civility, whether you'd like to believe it or not.\" He half hissed the words - a growing frustration that was synonymous with seeing Romeo's smug expression that never seemed to fade no matter how *Mean* He was trying to be in order to shoo this dragon away from thinking of him as a friend. \"*Yes* - annoying *Me*.\" He took out a bowl made of fired ceramic and pulled out a set of spices from a nearby cabinet - rinsing and drying his hands in a nearby stream - and then mixing together the cummin, salt, pepper, lemon, olive oil, caraway, and powered, dried habanero pepper to give it a kick. He mixed everything together in a bowl, and rolled the plucked hawks around in the spices - and began cooking them with a controlled blast of his flame breathe - filling the air with warm, savory scents that tickled the nose slightly due to how much habanero he liked to season his food with. \n\nWhen he was finished, he went to grab their plates. \"I am *Not* Grumpy...\" He glared at Romeo - jets of fire igniting in his nostrils instead of just smoke since he'd already warmed up his fire breath - which certainly didn't help his case. \"And how I *Am* Is none\n\nOf your concern. I'm putting up with you, aren't I? Giving you a place to stay- I suggest you don't spoil that for yourself.\" He hissed, setting the hawks down on individual plates and setting one of them down in front of Romeo. His glare grew into a scowl at the question. \"Keep your eyes to yourself, musician.\" He huffed rather loudly- as if defiantly denying Romeo's heartfelt words... But entertaining a thought as he glared over at his muse, eyes piercing him like daggers. \"And *Why* Should I think *You* Are any different from anyone else I've met in this... Miserable existence.\" He already knew the answer- but he wasn't going to *Admit* That to himself. He growled- pushing himself conciously to say a little more... \"Dragons don't *Like* Me... They like what I *Do* - I've mixed those sentiments up *Too* Many times to care for family, friends- or partners. They're all the same- *Everyone* Is the same.\" He slammed a talon against the table - the fire in his eyes growing from frustration to anger as his tone harshened and his words boomed even louder as if he were recalling unpleasant memories of all the dragons that had *Failed* Him before."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "\"I have never thought of you as a bad host, Ametrine. Let's say you have something *Firing* On yourself, like chilli, there are dragons that like it\" Romeo explained again in that charm what carried his voice over, nearly tickling in the ears just as much as the sparks of fire heating up their meal. And ofc that studying gaze of Romeo slowly evolved in a nearly dreadful staring... It was enjoyable watching how the flames enlighten Ametrine's scales ever so often. Romeo flinched together tho as Ametrine's nostrils huffed a smoke nearly into his snout as he ordered him to end his bit too personal stare. „My eyes are still in my skull- haven't been scratched out by anyone *Yet*~\" A snicker escaped his snout, which still had a slight visible rose over its scales. His nose twitched, and he hugged himself as he leaned back from his steaming plate. Romeo raised his eyebrows and blew a string of hair out of his face „my my- talking about a spicy behaviour, you are an enjoyer of over seasoned meals I see~ no judging here ofc!\" Though a moment later Romeo realised he has over-seasoned their conversation as well, and slowly his ears lowered together with his gaze down to Amwtrine's talons, obviously recognising that anger shake he caught. To Ametrine's surprise Romeo laid his own talon on top of his, in contrast very careful not trying to provoke him any further as he could. „Ametrine-...\" His guest spoke, this time no charm or any tease noticeable in his voice. The smugness each of his grins normally had would now be an expression of empathy... Maybe slight regret of bringing him so far with his open behaviour. „...I can't claim I know how you're feeling, but believe me when I say that I have been disappointed as well... More than twice.\" A careful glance wandered up to Ametrine's face. He remembered always expecting a hit of his mother's talon as soon as he dared to look her into her eyes. It was hard to overcome that fear to talk to someone seemingly just as furious as she was.\n\n„I never gave up trying... I still believe I might meet for once someone that won't only understand, but also care as much as I'm trying to...\n\n...Yes, i admire your creations. But not only the materials, but what you soul makes out of them. Dirt and rain only won't make a flower grow\" His talon slowly moved off Ametrine's, carefully placing his own on the table again. „Besides- if you're already offering me to stay, then I'm offering any help you could need\" A smile enlightened again, it was careful as well- but eyes don't lie, at least that's what the poem says."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "\"We can *Fix* That if you keep looking at me like that...\" He huffed another cloud of smoke as he carved into the poultry he had prepared with his razor-sharp talons - focusing more on the action than meeting Romeo's gaze- just listening to his words for the most part as he diced his meal into manageable parts- sneering at his comment about how he seasoned *His* Food - even if Romeo assured him that it wasn't a judgmental comment - he couldn't help but see it as a slight or complaint. \n\nWhen Romeo's talon met his - Ametrine looked up quickly with a horrified - but utterly *Fearful* Expression as he quickly pulled his talon away from Romeo's curling it towards his chest. \"D-don't touch me!\" He hissed - baring his teeth as if angered, but his expression was filled with confusion and regret as the skywing seemed to shrink - their wings folding closer to their body as if they were hugging themself. He was upset and conflicted, he hadn't let another dragon touch him in a *Very* Long time - so the sensation felt unnatural - and wrong - Romeo couldn't've possibly have known this fact, but he could've perhaps surmised it from Ametrine's standoffish nature. \n\nThe skywing trembled, debating on whether he was going to scream at Romeo to *Leave* Or if he was going to hear him out in whatever he was saying - Romeo was speaking, but Ametrine was buried in his own thoughts - submerged in skeptical doubt that climbed up the talon Romeo touched and spread through his body like an infection that sought to rot his heart entirely - but even so, the thought of striking Romeo for his action never *Once* Crossed his mind, instead he felt like he wanted to be anywhere in Pyrrhia except here as this single, musically gifted individual made him subtly question who he was and why he acted the way he did- simply be being kind- something Ametrine had fought and clawed hard to avoid for *Years*. \n\nHe frowned at Romeo- but his ears flicked as he caught what Romeo was saying only at 'I still belie\n\nVe I might meet someone' - he cringed his face- refusing to look Romeo in the eyes as he spoke but catching every word from then on. This dragon knew *Nothing* About him- but he was being so... Kind, so genuine, it was overwhelming - and he couldn't help but think of the possibility Romeo was simply trying to manipulate him, get him to drop his guard so he could sink his clever talons into his very soul. \"I...\" He rubbed his talons together *What would Ametrine say?* He asked himself as he continued trying to maintain the facade he had imposed upon himself like layers of paint for most of his life. \"Fine- whatever...\" He growled. \"You and your *Stupid*... Pretty words, can do as you please- but don't think I'm just going to change to suit your needs or desires because it's convenient.\" He snorted- begrudgingly accepting Romeo's offer - but accepting it, nonetheless. \"Thanks - I guess, I don't *Really* Care you know- I'm just letting you do whatever you want to do - even if it means wasting you time with me.\""
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Both Romeo's talons flinched and backed off as close as possible to his chest as he saw what a simple touch has done to Ametrine's appearance. Surprised and guilty Romeo looked up at Ametrine trying to explain himself how he managed to make this intimidating Skywing suddenly appear like a hurt child-... Only then he realised he wasn't the only one who experienced a harsh childhood. „Ametrine I- I didn't mean to-...\" Slowly the Sand-Rain breed stood up, trying to keep himself lower than Ametrine to assure him he wouldn't be a threat to him in any way. Ofc this time Romeo was aware of keeping a safe distance... Despite having the urge to lay one of his wings around his *Friend*. „...I didn't mean to hit a nerve- I promise I wont do that again! You-...\" Romeo paused, holding his front talons together as he sat down in front of the self-hugging Skywing, who clearly had a hard time convincing themselves that what just happened truly happened. Slightly ashamed Romeo's head tilted to the side together with his eyes. He let Ametrine say what he thought, making sure that he wouldn't care what else Romeo would do to try changing him. „Listen-...If you care or not... I do care. And if I'm being a bother I can shut it, change the topic or leave... But if you ever want a wing to cry into- and I don't claim you'd ever do that- but if... Then don't be afraid. I have no use of your information, or your properties. I just didn't have a pure dragon as a friend in a long time... And I assume so did you\"\n\nRomeo dared to look back to Ametrine, trying to find his eyes again and maybe- just maybe swing a possible calmness, or relief. Romeo was about to sit back down, already turning away from him but still hesitating, not before Ametrine himself wouldn't sit down. He opened his jaws and took a breath, apparently he wanted to say something but cut that idea to stare back down at the table... And the dish Ametrine made for him. „For you record-...\" A slight smile spread again over his face, a calm one again with eyes half closed „...I'm a loser. And that's a technical fact. My tail tip can't even paralyse or make your wound swell, I'm unable of changing colours except between white and red... And I'm getting an itching throat from using my fire... Heh~\" Romeo chuckled as he told him about his *Disabilities*, revealing his literal weaknesses... Either as a part of gaining trust to fulfill the manipulation, or to actually open himself to Ametrine... For his own comfort towards Romeo? „I'm basically nothing if I didn't have my musical talent... And maybe my prettiness is also one~\" By finishing his sentence Romeo looked back up to Ametrine, now his facial expression seemed to be holding back a giggle, studying if Ametrine would understand that ironic joke he committed... Maybe... Just to cheer him up a little... Just a little."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine *Hated* The feeling racing beneath Romeo's eyes - he wished he didn't feel the way he did, he wished he didn't react the way he did - even if he was harsh, grumpy- and overtly critical - deep down, no matter how hard he tried to push this dragon away from him, he didn't *Want* To hurt him. His defense was much like that of a rattlesnakes' - born of fear - not of genuinely bold hatred or malice. \"I-It's okay - it's fine - you... You didn't *Mean *To upset me.\" He rubbed his arm in an anxious manner. \"Please... Please don't leave.\" He felt an undeniable heat creeping back into his face as he mustered the strength to look Romeo in the eyes when he said those words - as if ensuring that what he said in the moment *Was* Genuine- though he seemed to cringe at himself for not sheltering that vulnerability- and while he snorted arrogantly at Romeo's offer for a wing to cry into - a part of that made him feel a warmness inside of himself he hadn't felt in a long time.\n\nHe ears rolled back as Romeo looked at him - he felt *Exposed* - but just as much as he felt frightened, and weak - Romeo revealed his own weaknesses- his biological shortcomings- things he couldn't control. Despite his temper usually pushing others away, Ametrine hissed - using the rage that boiled inside of him to scold Romeo. \"While you *Are* A loser- it' not like it's your fault you don't have the gifts of rainwings or sandwings - and I *Don't* Care if you can't boil my face or set my stupid - angry tail on fire when I snap at you- I just...\" He gritted his teeth, shaking his head dismissively - not ready to say those kinds of things to *Anyone* Yet. \"Look, you're fine- I painted you, right? You think I'm good- so you must at *Least* Be able to connect the dots in your head that I don't paint failures... Your music doesn't suck- I guess - and even if you couldn't play or sing - you'd still have the capacity to do good- you just don't inherently have the tools for killing and maiming others...\" He\n\nRolled his eyes as if to quietly call him an idiot again- the mood int the room finally settling between the two of them as Ametrine felt his appetite slowly return as he at some of the food he prepared- glaring at Romeo when he called himself pretty, which must've meant his goal of cheering him up must've worked- even if Ametrine was a little difficult to read - but keeping his mouth shut while he ate out of manners that weren't particularly common among dragons. \n\nOnce he had swallowed, he spoke. \"Thanks...\" He said - trying to keep up the act of not really caring as he went back to eating, not willing to elaborate on what he was thanking Romeo *For* As his tail flicked agitatedly towards the ceiling of the cave while he continued eating - a pensive, thoughtful look on his face as if he was turning over ideas in his heads - it was an expression one might expect to find on a nightwing seer that was trying to dissect the future possibilities that had just opened up before their eyes - he had revealed weakness in himself- and... He wasn't entirely regretting it... Not yet anyways, Romeo could *Always* Use what he knew against him somehow- someday he reasoned with a gentle nod to himself, his tail flicking to the right- then the left as if he were more of a cat than a dragon."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "A flicker of a red wave slandered over Romeo's neck, nearly unnoticeable under that reddish hair of his. It nearly seemed like goosebumps in form of scales changing their colours Inna brief moment. The 'don't leave' felt so familiar... As if he heard that once before, a long time ago. Rome blinked a flashback away, finding himself staring down on his plate with the still steaming food. Slowly- actually carefully slowly -Romeo slid inch for inch closer to Ametrine's side, pulling his plate between his talons with him.\n\"I'd give you that point- but... Aside my biological issues I'm not that better either.\" His snout turned to Ametrine's side again, smiling again to deliver that warmth once more, at least trying to melt that thick layer of ice slightly more. Buuut- getting flustered made him tense his facial muscles again, nearly finding himself in a nervous giggle after Ametrine explained his view on Romeo, more or less forced- which clearly satisfied Romeo even more... And slightly gave him hopes to crack that shell and find that *Deep hidden dragon* Inside him. \"You-...Like me, in other words? That's... Very sweet and actually- very brave to say~\" Eventually Romeo would also try a piece, taking the perfectly cut string of meat between his jaws -and interesting to observe- another non-rose but reddish wave spread over his snout before a tensed blinking of his eyes followed. He chewed for a while on it before swallowing, and already spoke again while trying to get rests out from his teeth \"Phew-! Three moons- th-that's pretty well seasone-\" Romeo couldn't hold back a cough as soon as he finished his sentence, either the food actually being very spicy, or him just being a loser in handling the spice. Maybe Ametrine would've noticed by now that Romeo tends to quickly change topics, or at least switch moods like a theatric act... Which was more or less annoying, but special in its own ways.\n\n\"I-...Really like your scales btw. They remind me of sunsets- AND- I'm not trying to be corny here... Heh\" Romeo was just about to grab another slice, focusing on his plate at the moment and so not realising that his own tail slightly started to wave as well... Slower than Ametrine's, but just an inch away from touching his due that act. \"...Also, I think I should be the one thanking you. You're actually managed to overcome a fear just to tell me that-...Shortly said...-I'm somewhat fine. \nThat means if I connected the \"Dots\" Somewhat correctly- and you're not just saying that to please me~ but for the credit, you made me smile you grump\" Rose spread over his cheeks again, the smug grin coming back as his face seemed to come closer and closer... Maybe to close for comfort. It wasn't meant in a charming way- but probably just carelessness in that entertainment Romeo got from this conversation... One he wished for a while now. \"If- it would make you feel better-\" Romeo started, trailing off with his gaze back on to the table \"-i could tell you about more *Personal weaknesses* Of mine? Cause you seem very- uh-... Unwanted exposed?\""
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "The wrathful skywing artist simply watched Romeo inch closer and closer to him as if he were the absolute master of stealth - the whole time Ametrine holding stark and stern eye contact with him, but not particularly reacting each time he got closer - in the back of his mind - finding the entire scene to be ridiculously funny - but being sure to let out a jet of black smoke once Romeo had gotten as far as he was comfortable with - slicing off a bit of hawk and chewing it as his guest lamented about how *Useless* He was- which only caused Ametrine's wings to flare. \"*Oh?* And what does that make *Me* Then? If I couldn't paint- would that make *Me* Useless too?\" He rolled his eyes - though ironically - that was part of his struggle regarding his own self-worth. \"So what you're saying is nonsense... Which isn't *New* - but I digress.\"\n\nHe hissed and thwapped the table with his tail enough to make the plates jump and come back down with a clack. \"I did *Not* Say I liked you!\" He growled - staring daggers at Romeo as he took another bite of food, mumbling something to himself as he was chewing- probably something about how stupid Romeo was, though cracked a devilish grin as Romeo's face flashed red for a more satisfying reason. \"Hmm, what's the matter pretty boy? Something more than salt and pepper?~\" He scoffed and had a good laugh at Romeo's reaction - his joyous expression fading into a skeptical one as he rustled his wings together and looked himself over - feeling a heat in his face that made him *Want* To smack Romeo over the head with his tail- it felt different when Romeo complimented him - *Much* Different than the folks at his mountain-top village that paraded him around like some kind of pretty art piece- everyone so eager to choose his future for him - oh yes, 'that little dragonet is going to be quite the artist' - they'd say to him, even when he was too young to even grapple with the concepts of using pallets, brushes, canvases, or easels. \"Hmph! Whatever..\n\n.\" He rolled his eyes at the compliment, his tail harshly swaying more like a whip for a moment as he looked away from Romeo's gaze.\n\nAmetrine fiddled the chain of a golden necklace around his neck as his guest said that he had made him smile - and it didn't take a psychologist to guess what the colors in Romeo's face meant. \"Pft, of course I wouldn't be saying *Anything* To please you- I just-\" He growled, realizing that the way the sand-rain hybrid had worded that made it impossible for him to flat out deny anything without supporting his claim, though he craned his neck back as Romeo kept inching closer and closer - almost right in his face. He blushed in embarrassment at Romeo's ability to read his obvious body language and looked utterly like he was about to maul his pretty little snout right there - though flicked an ear when being offered to know a personal weakness of his... Hmmm, at first he thought, 'why should I care?' - but then seemed to settle on - 'If I could get under this dagon's scales as much as he got under mine- then maybe...' \"Fine... Tell me your weakness... But if it's that you're exceedingly unintelligent- I *Already* Knew that.\" He snorted."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "\"I Never Said you'd be useless without ur talent-! Where did you hear that out-... I think even without ur talent you'd be still a cool grumpy- *Cutie* Pff~\" Romeo chuckled, still taking deep breaths between his sentences to cool his mouth from the extreme amount of seasoning his tongue had to witness. Not only he had to calm his mouth ,before taking another bite- this time chewing less to make the pain less worse, but also holding back giggles from Ametrine's insults- he somehow saw them more like ironic jokes to cheer him up -what he found adorable from Ametrine from his point. Romeo watched Ametrine's facial expression changing again, definitely overthinking Romeo's compliments and showing it just like him on his snout as well. \"If you care or not- maybe you'll need my weakness if I should ever become like all those *Bad dragons* That have made you so insecure about opening yourself to others~...\" Romeo took a deep breath, relaxing his facial muscles after his tongue calmed itself as well. He took both his talons off the table and rubbed them nervously together, now him being the one to look away to the side... Pausing and probably overthinking himself if he made the right decision.\n\n\"I-...Have a scar beneath my jaw-...\" Rome lifted his chin towards Ametrine, revealing not only the possibility of his throat being exposed to any kind of harm... But also revealing a long scar which barely visible crosses his throat from one side to another. \"...When I was a dragonet and came home to my drunk mother... I don't remember details except her getting mad at me. In the next moment she crashed her wine bottle against our kitchen table and pulled me into a- pretty rough hug...\"Romeo lowered his head again and looked back into Ametrine's eyes. Eventually ,because Ametrine seemed to have barely control over his tail ,which seemingly had to contain all the excitement he didn't want to show, it finally bumped into Romeo's tail, on accident ofc both of them would swirl once around. Romeo glanced just for a short moment at their both tails- instantly flinching away with his due to his promise. He corrected his pause with a cough before glancing back into Ametrine's eyes, at least tries to do so. \"...Well... While I couldn't move she held that broken glass bottle to my throat until it started to hurt... We stood like that for felt hours before she started to shed tears and finally letting go off me.\" He took a deep breath, apparently his own story seemed to not affect him well ,noticeable on his talons which started to shake in the shadows of the table. \"...But because of that pressure with the glass shards I now have this scar- and... Well... My weakness is that I'm getting a panic attack each time someone mentions or touches it. Nothing big... Right? Heh-...Well, I'm still getting trouble with breathing and thinking straight... And-..\" Romeo cut off his sentence, stuffing another piece of hawk between his jaws to cover that he was just getting a different breathing frequency."
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine did his signature eyeroll at Romeo - it had basically become his favorite habit in the span of what must've been two to three hours at this point - hissing and growling had become his close seconds, to which he was eager to utilize at being called *Cute* - he was anything but - at least in his own mind. There was just something dreadfully wrong with this musician - yes, that was certainly it. He snorted- finishing the thought as he took another bite of his food - seemingly unperturbed by the extreme amount of spice he had added to the meal, eating it as if it were the blandest square of hardtack in existence one bite after another as he listened intently to Romeo despite flaunting about how much he *Didn't care*. \"If you can't keep your silver tongue in your mouth- I'm going to burn it out of your head...\" He huffed at the sandrain's comment about the individuals that made him reclusive. \n\nWhen Romeo said a *Weakness* - he figured it would've come in the form of a character flaw - or maybe a corny joke considering the personality his guest eagerly adorned on the tops of his talons... He hadn't expected to be told of something that would be useful should the two fought. In fact, he hadn't even considered the possibility of fighting this dragon since he had arrived - yelling at? Yes. Hitting over the head for his nosey nature? Yes. But such information as the location of a scar along his neck- it made him curl his snout in disgust at the idea of even having to consider using. \n\nHe would've certainly snapped at the musician for his uncareful insolence for having their tails twine - if even for a brief second - but he seemed to ignore it completely - instead, laser focused on the story Romeo was telling - listening to every word and detail as he made observations about how even discussing the subject seemed to completely change the lighthearted, flirtatious dragon's demeanor... It made him want to shed his skin and fly away, the uncomfortable still that washed\n\nOver the room suffocated his appetite and left him feeling a mixture of despair, and disgust - disgust at his mother - disgust at... Romeo just - telling some random dragon about - what an idiot... What if Ametrine was just as horrible as the front he put on to dissuade others from coming close. He felt himself starting to panic - but he didn't know why - there wasn't a threat, was it because he was the threat? Or rather- he could be the threat? Maybe it was the desire to do something about it - the desire to change the fact it had happened to him. The desire to - protect him? He felt himself cringe and physically recoil at the thought - shooting a glance to Romeo who had remained only inches away from him as he recalled the terrible tale. \n\n\"Moons... You're an idiot, Romeo.\" He opened a wing and wrapped it around him in caring manner as if to shelter him from all the terrible demons that were swirling around his head- pulling him so close - the two of them touched - and Ametrine *Didn't* Try to bite his face off- instead his face turned bright red, and his eyes trailed off as far from Romeo as dragonly possible."
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Just as Romeo started to cringe himself, trying to claws with his weak talons into the stone floor to relieve his stress, he experienced a touch from the other side. His eyes were about to wetten before slightly side-eying how their both sides collided... And Ametrine's wing held him close. All the stones Romeo has thrown into this non caring and always flowing river... After all these surface breaking acts finally one of the stones returned to him. Finally softening the surface enough to let one of the stones renounce back into his talons. The shivering talons which clawed into the floor loosened their grip and their shivering, letting Romeo lean a bit further against Ametrine. His own wings felt so heavy, just like his own head he still continued keeping down. Sitting like that together, Romeo's plate slowly becoming cold, couple of minutes passed by before Romeo gulped his shivery voice down, blinked the wetness out off his eyes and with that also brought back his smile... Still unsure, but a first good step to calm his heart. \"Yeah- have been told that once before...\" He giggled again. Hearing his voice recovering from the sudden panic attack which was slowly building up was nearly as relieving as for Romeo the wing over his shoulders. He lifted his snout to him, now even starting to grin a little as he looked up to Ametrine trying to search for his eyes. \"I-...Thank you for the hug... I gotta say for someone so isolated and community hating dragon that was a very sweet act~\" Romeo knew now that the opposite side has touched him he would've been set free from his promise -at least in his ideology- and so one of his talons wandered over to Ametrine's, not leaning down on his, but just slightly touching one claw with another. Oh how Romeo loved seeing that slight glimmer of red on Ametrine's face.\n\nA sign of emotion... It nearly made Romeo so happy that the warm feeling in his stomach forced him to squeak and giggle. But for Ametrine's sake, not wanting him to curse himself further and further in his head, Romeo resisted the urge and moved even a bit more closer... Not as a tease- but he was surely taking advantage of the situation... It's been a very long while since someone offered him such a heart warming hug. His snout covered in reddish spots opened again and look at that-...*How fortunate* That his charming tone returned \"Ametrine-...? You wouldn't use that weakness against me just to hold me on a leash... Right~?\" It nearly sounded flirty, and in the context of holding him on a leash probably made Ametrine wanting to actually smack him this time- but... Maybe a couple moments later... \"...Sorry- ya know how I mean it. And- thank you, your grumpiness~\""
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "For what it was worth - it was nice, seconds turned to minutes as the two sat in silence - Ametrine - trying his best to look like he didn't care despite the outstretched wing draped long Romeo's back. It had been years since he had let himself get this close - emotionally or physically - to another dragon, let alone a dragon that wasn't a skywing... He could feel Romeo's breathing, his heartbeat - and the subtle warmth that radiated off of his scales like the golden dunes of the desert his sandwing side hailed from. Occasionally - within the awkward still, he'd steal a glance at Romeo - as if to make sure he was alright, even if it was with the most disgustingly disinterested expression under the sun. When Romeo finally spoke - he softened his gaze and met his eyes. \"Just because *I* Feel terrible about letting you walk in through the mouth of my cave - doesn't mean *You* Should feel terrible having done so. Don't think this means *Anything* - okay? I just- *Don't* Hate you. You're alright, even and don't let it go to your head!\" He snapped, pointing an accusing talon at the musician despite not seeming to care to remove his wing and the comfort it provided. \n\nIn contrast to before - Ametrine didn't pull away harshly and scold him but let him place his spare talon where he pleased. He could feel Romeo's giddiness through his scales - even if he thought he was keen on hiding it, there was a slight trembling - and a shimmer on his *Stupid* Smiling face that made it impossible to ignore. Upon hearing the question, he frowned - no in anger, but in vulnerable sadness. \"I don't even know what you're talking about...\" He turned his head away from his new companion - starkly remembering that he said he didn't like it when the scar was even brought up - and in truth, it didn't matter - he didn't need to know if it's existence because even with that knowledge, he quietly made a vow to *Never* Use that knowledge or take advantage of it. \"Hmph, you're welcome- you're stupidne\n\nSs...\" He snorted - cracking a slick grin at Romeo before standing up and removing his wing from the sandrain- he looked over at his plate and blew a plume of fire over it- instantly reheating the meal that'd certainly gone cold. \"I'm going to retire for the evening - you will be sleeping in the guest room, it's three doors down and to your right - the *Fourth* Door is mine, and don't you even *Think* About it.\" He hissed flicking his tail which moved like a whip - but struck Romeo's snout like a fall leaf as the skywing disappeared down the hall."
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"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Ima respond tomorrow :') I have 4 more hours of sleep until standing up- but I'll see if I can respond in the train 🤙"
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{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "I'm up for it any time actually. Depends if u want ur character to get busy with someone else's in the meantime -<-"
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{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "There were certainly some peaks (pun intended) to living in what's essentially just a cave nestled in the heart of solitude. Of those peaks - one of which was not having to wake up to the morning sun screaming in your eyes - though, of course - this was perhaps only a benefit to one who had become accustomed to this particular location - as Ametrine was up bright and early before the sun crested over the eastern horizon, sparing only a moment to check on Romeo - who remained fast asleep through the greater part of the morning as his skywing host got ready for the day - rekindling the flames of the furnace, taking a trip to the market for more materials, and even coming back just in time to make breakfast for the both of them - this time holding off on the seasoning, even if he relished the sandrain's sensitivity to spices - it was like hitting him over the head without having to hit him over the head - especially when he said something a little too flirtatious for his own good as he walked the line between being a comfort and being a nuisance.\n\nFor breakfast - Ametrine had gathered fresh scavengers from the butcher - already washed and skinned only moments before he had arrived. He, of course- had to add *Some* Spices to it - though he held off on adding anything that might *Burn*, settling on salt, garlic powder, cumin, and a pinch of coriander - just enough so the meat had flavor, but wasn't overpowering. Alog with scavengers on skewers, the two would be enjoying a delightful assortment of sliced and roasted pumpkin, and a myriad of mushrooms that Ametrine picked simply because it looked good- not in order to impress the headache inducing guest he had roped himself into entertaining... *Only* Until he found his own place to stay - or so that's what he told himself.\n\nWhen everything was ready - he slinked to Romeo's door - giving it a few hard, resounding knocks before cracking the door and peering his snout inside. \"It's time to get up. You certainly can't be lazi\n\nNg about like this *All day*.\" Romeo didn't even have to see the cloud of smoke venting from Ametrine's nostrils - he could *Smell* It. \"Five minutes. I you aren't up in five minutes, I'm going to kick you out.\" He huffed, turning to leave, the click of his talons halting for a moment as he caught the door with the tip of his tail. \"Oh... And I guess I made breakfast too.\" His tail slipped from the opening in the doorway, and he continued back towards the location for the morning's breakfast - which was the opening of the cave so they could watch the sunrise over the mountains - it was one of his *Favorite* Parts about getting to live here- and it'd be criminal not to share it with Romeo, he figured. \n\nHe had everything lined up neatly- with near perfect presentation on their individual plates - his back towards the cave as he took in the view of the sunrise, whose colors complimented his scales - which were far too pretty for someone with such a sour attitude."
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "The impacts against the door already made Romeo twitch, burying his snout deeply into his pillow while holding onto it tightly with his talons, relieving an unpleased moan into the softness which still kept him halfway in the realm of dreams. *\"Wwwwhhyyyyyy-... You were just so nice yesterday-...\"* He complained muffling into his pillow before turning on his back- nearly falling out of the bed that's how close he was to the edge. Though as he heard the words *I made breakfast* Romeo declined the five more minutes and forced himself on his legs, nearly all his red pigmentations seemed to have wandered down to his tail where they would colour it nearly completely red- maybe that was his individual way of showing moods? After all- he couldn't change his entire colour like normal rainwings. As still slumbering as he was, Romeo eventually came out of his room taking the wall he was sliding again as support for his heavy walk. He rubbed the tiredness out of his rubies with his wings, before leaning them back against his side. Then Ametrine fell into his view, in an instant Romeo's ears pointed up before he forced himself to walk over to him while still pulling his tail after himself. \"Morning your grumpiness\" Romeo hummed, taking a seat beside him to observe the gleaming orange drawing up the mountains further and further. A gaze to his side at Ametrine would have hun just the same experience, again he was staring over him... And smiled while doing so. \"-you just woke me from a very nice dream I had... You could've waited at least for couple more moments\" He complained again after a pretty long moment of gazing over Ametrine. Then a specific smell caught his nose. He figured that it must've been another meal- he recognised the sharp seasoning... Tho it was way less than yesterday- he also recognised other ingredients... But couldn't guess what meat the smell reminded him of.\n\n\"By the way-...I thought about something... I could go to the city centre today with my guitar, maybe that's how I can get slightly more known before finally being given a real job as a musician~ and besides I'd bring some coins home for sure as well\" Romeo explained his idea pretty enthusiastically to Ametrine, expecting him to agree to his idea- and so having that warm hopeful feeling in his stomach again... Could also be his hunger tho."
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine simply rolled his eyes to Romeo's groaning - what a dragonet - he snorted as he walked to the cave entrance - giving a huge yawn towards the rising sun as if he were fixing to swallow the golden orb in the sky whole just as Romeo *Finally* Made his way outside. \"It took you long enough... But... I suppose you aren't necessarily late. How *Unfortunate* For me.\" He rolled his eyes once more, gesturing with a talon to Romeo's plate of food. \"Please - cry me a weary river - you can't chase your *Real* Dreams when you're asleep - anything you achieve there is utterly pointless.\" He huffed, picking up a slice of baked pumpkin and plopping it on his tongue- chewing as Romeo spoke and keeping his eyes on the rising sun. \"Good. I've had you here for all of maybe 15 hours - I'm eager to have you out from under my scales again.\" He thrashed his tail to the right - in his head, gears turning as he tried to predict the future like a prophetic nightwing- deciding on where the best location in the city center and time of day among other things as his eyes widened for a moment before squinting in disinterest once again. \"I suppose I could bring my paints and supplies along too... Not that I really *Need* The work like you do - but it might draw a few more eyes to your little performance.\" He felt Romeo's eyes stinging into his scales like a pinprick of sunlight focused in on an ant by a magnifying glass. \"Aren't you going to watch the *Sunrise*, Romeo?\" He hissed before taking a bite from one of his skewers. \"And you have that dumb expression on your face again - I thought I *Told* You to stop looking at me like that.\" He flicked his tail and snorted at the sandrain. \n\n\"And *Eat* - if you're going to be a street performer today - you need eat.\" He pushed Romeo's plate closer to him with enough force it bumped against his talons - a clever way to get him to stop *Staring* At him like that. \"You can't sing any pret- I mean - pretty terrible songs... On an empty stomach.\" He\n\nNodded dutifully as if he had just performed the smoothest save in Pyrrhian history- but his face caught more red in the light of the sun than is *Usually *Did. \"Not to say your singing's bad- I'm sure you can get a gig or something with ease - the talent in the plaza isn't particularly endearing or *Any* Good.\" Something tugged at him that whispered to compliment Romeo - but he simply wasn't having it - no way did he need the ego boost this early in the morning - plus he'd never let him live it down that he had complimented him."
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Again he rubbed his eye with one of his wings, having to yawn just a second after Ametrine as if it would be some chain reaction. Romeo's smile slightly loosened to a- slightly more disappointed smile in fact. He curled his own tail around his talons while trying himself to let out smoke through his nostrils as a sigh of beings slightly pissed- but only small strings of steam got blown off right away by the warm morning wind. \"Wow someone stood up with the wrong talon... Or did you step on your own tail while doing so, hm? I'm allowed to dream of something that I won't have so soon!\" Rome closed his eyes before turning away with his head while talking, trying to seem just as pissed off as Ametrine happened to be yesterday- but looking more pathetic while doing so... After all the sun will always be there even when it's not shining. \"Shooing me away? Yesterday you even asked me to stay- or was it just because I was too pathetic and fragile to be sent out in the rain again?\" An inner snicker got stuck in his snout, waiting for a grumpy answer of the dragon he had this particular, weird- still heartwarming dream about. It's sad that he could barely remember it already-...They're fading like water in talons as soon as you're regaining full consciousness. Buuut- his gaze obviously flickered back as soon as Ametrine mentioned coming along with him. Maybe it was the thought which made him hope for Ametrine not coming along just for new ideas- but to have an eye on him. Ooh- he already felt another song itching his throat to be sung out loud as his eyes felt on Ametrine's face once again. Again getting lost in his thoughts about how they could spent their time in the city Romeo nearly overheard Ametrine's questioning hissing. \"Ah- yeah- my I forgot how much you despise attention...\" *But oh Ametrine-....You are my sun* His inner voice smacked him couple of times for his missed chance of rizzing this skywing.\n\nHe had to even giggle at the thought he missed to anger his *Friend* Once again... Maybe once he'll get the message. One day, when one of us will be brave enough. Just as the plate hit Romeo's talons he sunk his look again before even being able to stare back up at the sunrise. Oh how that food tickled his snout. Except for his throat now also his stomach seemed to be singing along with his voice. As Rome is Rome table manners weren't really his thing- so as he was shoving one crispy pumpkin slice after another in between his jaws he still continued speaking, slightly muffling tho. \"Hm~! Does that mean that I'm so far the best singer you've met so far~? Oh you're such a Charmer Ametrine... You are so terrible at letting your words handle your feelings- but I'm glad that your cooking isn't disappointing me though~\" Romeo just swallowed nearly all the pumpkin slices which he pierced together with some of the mushrooms as well- and leaving the best for the end sliding the well prepared scavenger meat of the skewers. He looked pretty pleased this time, even smiling while having his cheeks full of Ametrine's meal. He was enjoying it more than the cook did himself... And so was he enjoying the existence of the cook more than the cook accepted himself, that part of Ametrine which was still getting held back by this seemingly unclimbable mountain of grumpiness."
},
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "All he could think upon seeing the small - admittedly pathetic puff of smoke coming from Romeo's nostrils - was how disgustingly adorable it was - he wanted to throw up - but before he could make avid note of his total and utter disgust at what to him appeared to be mockery- if only for a moment, his face twisted into a pained, concerned frown. \"N-no that's no wh-\" When Romeo smiled his face soured immediately - realizing he must've been just messing with him. Moons - if this were any other dragon, he would've used his tail to knock his food all over his smug snout... But all he could manage was another pitiful cloud of smoke. \"And - you can dream... Just don't drown yourself in the unobtainable.\" He snorted nodding his head - though keeping his eyes trained - a glimmer of curiosity in his dark amber eyes. \"What was it you were dreaming about... Just- for conversation. What will you lose?\" He brought a talon up and scratched his neck - terrible at playing like he didn't care - or rather more terrible at it as the minutes passed.\n\nAmetrine could *See* The sound boiling over in Romeo's throat - it was a look he'd seen once, but never forgot, the same look e gave when he gave Ametrine his *First* Serenade just the night before - he groaned, rolling his eyes as if to wordlessly say 'please spare me' as he ate a mushroom - eyeing the way the sandwing picked through his plate like a dragonet - at least he was a relatively well-behaved dragonet and he didn't have to scold him for not eating his vegetables - he snorted and simply nodded at Romeo for getting something right for once - his tail curling to the left in a pleased manner at *Finally* Being *Understood*. \n\nOh moons - here he goes again - he shook his head is a disapproving manner - pressing his talons on his forehead as if in anguish. \"I simply said you weren't the *Worst*- you've got... Talent.\" He muttered the last bit - averting his gaze from Romeo's entirely - as he stared away and to the floor beside him - on\n\nLy occasionally glancing at Romeo to see the stupid smile that plastered his face as if he knew damn well he'd look over just to check on him - even if it was simply to make sure he liked the food- hissing an insult that wasn't really an insult - \"Pretty boy...\" Before eating a few more things and stretching his wings in the sunlight - letting the golden light shine through his wings like the fine facets of rubies as he warmed himself for the day- only the thought that being closer to Romeo would probably make this faster had held in his mind for a second more than he was comfortable. \"Alright - get your *Instrument*...\" He closed his wings with a flap - and once the plates were clean and gently nudged Romeo away with his snout as if telling him to 'go, do it now' - but in truth he just didn't want Romeo to get burned - he didn't do his dishes in the traditional manner - no - not at all. \n\nHe rubbed his talons together and with all the heat from huffing, puffing, and blowing clouds of smoke that'd make a coal-fired plant blush - he shot a burst of powerful flames at the two plates- instantly vaporized the surfaces and leaving them sparkling clean with a dignified scoff of approval before taking them back to the kitchen and collecting a canvas and some paints- looking over the colors as he thought what Romeo had been thinking - he didn't care for going - he just wanted to see *Him* - the thought almost made him crush the small tubes of paints in his talons with enough force to send paint splattering everywhere- but he evaded such a crisis with quick thinking and pushing his thoughts down a little deeper so it was harder for them to find him on their little outing today."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "His tongue wandered over his claws and between his talons, concentrating on getting the last bits of taste into his mouth- to Ametrine's pleasure this must've meant that this meal really came to his liking. \"Since when are you caring for something so *Unobtainable*? You'd call it stupid, pathetic or something in that direction again, hmpf!\" Romeo was flicking his tongue couple of times around his mouth trying to obtain at least the gorgeous taste for as long as possible, which already lasted longer than the memory of his dream-... He suddenly choked on his own spit -what a moron- by hearing the barely hearable comment of Ametrine. \"Pfff- *Cough cough* -that must've been the wind right? How naughty of him to say that- tzh tzh tzh-\" Teasing Ametrine for every compliment he made towards Romeo he watched how wings of seemingly elastic rubies spread and reflected the warming gold- Ametrine could swear he saw just for a blink of an eye that Romeo's jaw opened on the sight before speaking \"Pretty boy yourself- I wish I had such-\" *Wings* Now he remembered. Wings brushed against each other as the both of them experienced the golden hour above the clouds, flying together above the never ending golden fluff- just to stop in place to turn to each other and-... He snapped out of the day dreaming, finally remembering what happened in his dream by the simple thought about wings- before getting shooed to the side by Ametrine's snout. Romeo agreed to his gesture with a nod before turning away from the sudden blast of heat, which he still observed while going back down the corridor. \n\nRomeo just clipped his leathery bag closed around his hip -both bags in fact- each of them hanging from one side of his hips while having his guitar stuck in between two belts on the back where the belts came together.\n\nHe just sorted hit notes in a notebook before letting it slip back down into his back, then noticing Ametrine on the other side of the room packing his own supplies. Romeo's rubies eyes wandered over to Ametrine's talons which nearly resisted his consciousness and squeezed the tubes he would've needed for today. The sandrain took one deep breath and already cursed himself for pulling such a cocky act- but he walked over to Ametrine, sat down before laying both talons on Ametrine's. Romeo's ruby eyes wandered up to his while hoping he wouldn't flinch away- that he would have enough confidence to at least let Romeo have the slightest worries. \"Let's- make a compromise, if I'll tell you about my- *Terribly embarrassing and so unrealistic dream...* Will you tell me, but with honesty, what is so much on your mind?\"\nFor some reason Romeo already painted it out to himself- what if Ametrine also thought about him the same way he did? Maybe he should leave the last part of his dream away-...If Ametrien should let his curiosity win against his current moral of being still slightly distant."
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{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine hissed at Romeo's childish excuse for *Not* Telling him. \"Since when did you become such a brat?... And here I was praising the fact you were at least eating your vegetables since you pick through your plate like a picky dragonet.\" He shook his head 'for shame' he thought as he jumped - startled at Romeo's coughing- but upon realizing the reason and the fact he wasn't choking to death, he simply turned with haste, ignoring Romeo's teasing - or rather trying to. \"Don't spoil this for yourself - *Musician*.\" The word rolled off of his tongue like a terrible curse word- only feeling the red creep into his face a little more tenaciously when Romeo complimented him - to that he didn't hiss or protest - only curious at what Romeo was so lost in thought about - though shrugging it off as he got ready. \n\nPaints, brushes, pallet, canvas, charcoal pencil - he packed all of them neatly into a bag that he would be able to sling onto his back - almost forgetting his easel - which he hastily tied on - hoping it wouldn't fall and be lost and certainly broken forever somewhere in the valley below. He was just about to put it on when Romeo snapped into feeling before field of view - his warm talons holding Ametrines again as he fought the instinctual urge to pull away - his lips curling into a snarl as he breathing hastened. Deep breathes - deep breaths - deep breaths. He took in a deep breath and let it go - trying not to let it manifest as blowing a cloud of smoke and soot all over Romeo's face. He *Wanted* To get along - he wanted to talk to him- he simply felt like a prisoner within his own scales - every scute and cell screamed at him to pull away - to blast Romeo with a face full of fire for being so arrogant - to do *Something* Other than sitting there, looking at him dumbfounded - it was a feeling akin to being paralyzed with fear - if it wasn't already that sensation in the skywing's own - odd way. \n\nHe tilted his head at the fact Romeo's dream had been *Embarrassi\n\nNg* - pft - every dream this dragon had was probably embarrassing - especially the ones where he probably stood in a mirror and practiced his awful puns and pickup lines - the thought alone making Ametrine smile before snapping back to reality at the sandrain's question - his eyes squinting and a look of fearful uncertainty washing over his face. \"W-what do you mean? There's *Nothing* On my mind - why do you think there's something on my mind other than wanting to occasionally turn you into a pile of pretty ash!?\" He snapped - feeling that defensiveness crawling up his throat again hotter than any fire he could produce- and a look of shame fell over him - his wings drooping at the fact he had yelled at Romeo. \"I'm... Sorry- I...\" He gave an annoyed, frustrated sigh - and squirmed in place - feeling as if his scales wanted to pull from his body all at once. \"*Listen* - I... I'm unsure how I feel about you...\" He blew a cloud of smoke towards the floor, tightening his grip on Romeo's talons as if he were struggling to tear the words out of himself. \"I haven't *Talked* To someone this much in a long time... I haven't... Silently laughed at stupid jokes with someone like this in... *Forever* - and your jokes are still terrible by the way!\" He corrected quickly - only meeting his eyes to say that before they fell back to the floor. \"I'm scared of how I feel about you - I wonder if I should've shooed you away the night you came here - if I should've just... Burned that blank canvas before I had a chance to capture your likeness on it. Maybe then... I wouldn't be feeling so... *Awful*... Awful about how I talk to you.\" He looked conflicted, confused, and scared - he hadn't divulged this much *Ever* With *Anyone*"
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "*He was forced to become something he didn't want to... Manipulated to think he'd be a nobody when not reaching the goals of his parents... And not his own.* Romeo listened just like Ametrine listened, at this point feeling how some thickness of sadness grew in his throat before their talons would finally wrap around each other and his head leaned over Romeo's shoulder... In trust. Romeo had in comparison a not so tragic childhood-...His parents didn't force neither hurt him, at least as long as his father haven't exchanged his life for Romeo's, saving him from a collapsing ruin *Romeo* Wanted to discover together with him. Getting beaten because you remind your mother of someone she loved who passed away, isn't as bad as being told all life long to have only one goal, which decides if you're nothing or important. All that cause of the corruptive materialism... All that because someone wanted to live their dreams through Ametrine. Romeo wrapped one arm around his shoulders, pulling Ametrine against his chest while laying his other talon on the back of his head, leaning with his neck over his while closing his eyes. A small crystal clear drop broke through Romeo's eyelid as it ran down his cheek. \"I didn't know-...\" Trembling, that's how the musicians voice sounded, nearly collapsing. \"...Still, I want you to know that you are important to me- I know we only know each other for barely 16 hours... But in those couple hours you have shown me that you are a beautiful soul, yes a hurt one, one that hasn't been understood by anyone. But despite all what you've been through and had to accept I witnessed your kindness and that beauty of a dragon which you tried to lock in here-\" He placed one talon on Ametrine's chest while still holding his head on his shoulder and between his neck and wing. The moment Romeo's talon gently pressed against Ametrine's chest he'd feel how a warmth\n\n-warmth, which slowly started melting that iceberg of frozen tears which has been drifting in an endless Ozean for long enough- spread over his chest up to his shoulders. \"...You are beautifully painted in there, Ametrine.\" Long moments have passed, Romeo's words seeming nearly like a lucid dream as they sat there arms in arms... Wings in wings. \"I'll gladly teach you how to write... You could still rewrite your dreams. You have a brilliant eye for detail and with some grammatical knowledge, I bet you could become one of the greatest architects- or at least a very very experienced construction worker\" Romeo smiled behind his head- starting to slowly trace his talon over his head, down over his neck and repeating."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine hadn't told a *Soul* About this - any of it - not once. Perhaps it was information best left to a therapist or a psychologist - a trip to the Rainforest Kingdom would probably do him a lot of good, but that was the problem with visiting professionals - he didn't *Trust* Them, he could never open himself up to some random dragon with a fancy slip of paper that dubbed them 'the expert of solving psychological problems' - no matter how friendly they seemed, or were. It was much easier to open up and confide in Romeo - a dragon he had at *Least* Almost known for a day, but even then, he still felt disgustingly vulnerable - like a glass chalice on the edge of a table. One bump - one shake would send the glass tumbling to the stone floor - shattering it to bits. He hated that feeling - a feeling that came with hot tears that welled up in his eyes that just as quickly vanished into small puffs of steam before they could streak down his face. \n\nEven though he felt vulnerable, he felt... *Safe* In Romeo's arms - he wanted to bury himself here forever and hide away from the world in his warmth instead of alone in a cold mountain cave... He subconsciously twined his tail around the musician's - pressing his snout into the sandrain's neck and chest. \"Just promise me - you *Won't* Leave- *If* I stop being an artist.\" He looked up at Romeo with a set of pained but determined eyes that carved through his soul as if seeking to disembowel the truth from whatever words slipped from Romeo's silver-tongue next.\n\nHe couldn't help but blush at being told he was beautiful - even if he *Hated* Being called that- it seemed Romeo was more focused on *Who* He was- rather than *What* He was, providing a sense of comfort he feared would slip through his talons like grains of sand at the beach if he didn't continue to cling to him. \"I... I *Guess* You can teach me to write... But don't be smug about it, and don't tell another soul or I'll...\" He felt that same anger boiling inside his\n\nChest, the anger he regretted projecting at Romeo - but he stopped himself from finishing the empty threat- grumbling to himself silently. \n\nHe scoffed at the thought he could change what was chosen for him long ago - the idea he could do anything but paint and sculpt felt impossible, an unobtainable goal that would require years of learning skills his parents had never let him cultivate in the slightest, but even so he was flattered by the comforting words - even if he didn't think that they could possibly ever become true. \"Thank you... Romeo.\" He looked up into his eyes - gently bumping his snout against the sandrain's and narrowing his eyes. \"Now that's *Enough* About me- now *You* Have to tell me about your embarrassing dream.\" He poked Romeo in the chest with a talon - making sure the musician knew he didn't forget about their bargain... They had places to be - and as much as he wished he could simply stay in Romeo's talons forever- the best time to get him set up in the central plaza was starting to reach its peak with each passing millisecond."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Months... For months he'd been on the streets no matter where he went, who he encountered. He remembered the first time seeing snow-...And that while not having a roof above his head. He remembered his fingertips numb and bloody from playing his old guitar in the cold, sitting under a frozen bridge which lead to a winter wonderland of a park. Sometimes he wished to be like those dragonets- plenty of friends to play snowball fights with... Seeing a couple kiss at a frozen fountain while both would enjoy a steaming soup. Romeo blinked as the blurriness in his eyes, playing that memory, slowly vanished and let Ametrine's face interrupt that daydreaming again... The sentence *Promise, you won't leave* Echoed in his ears as Ametrine's eyes met Romeo's like the sunrise meeting reddish canyons. The glass standing on the edges of an disaster gets covered in feather soft towels... So many layers that even a fall wouldn't let a crack happen to its fragility. Those towels were Romeo's talons that slowly raised themselves to Ametrine's cheeks. While holding deep eye contact, letting Ametrine's gaze pierce his soul to search if that act of pureness also had a pure source. \"A sunflower looses one of its corns and is still a sunflower. If you lose your artistic being, your grumpiness i adore, your talons, your scale colour or even your sight. I promise, I'll be here for you-\" *Three moons am I really that cringe sounding?* Romeo thought to himself as those words slipped out from his mouth, but at the same time he knew- that he hasn't thought about these words. It was a nice thought that perhaps his soul, heart or whatever metaphor for his feeling towards this skywing spoke whiteout his knowledge. Rome had to grin again, his own cheeks being still slightly wet from the fact this grumpiness finally got sentimental just like him. \"Oh- then what? I'm not getting breakfast anymore?\" Romeo joked, giggling as their snouts touched.\n\nHe felt like he knew that Ametrine meant to harm anymore... But giving him the idea of letting out Romeo's breakfast really sounding like a rough punishment. Romeo closed his eyes for a second as he felt Ametrine's cheek and warm calmed breath against his snout... Another blush spread over his white scales which got danced over by rose dots slowly covering that area. *Should I now-...? No, that would destroy it again- he would despise it-* \"Oh uh- me? I-\" Romeo looked down at the talon that has poked him in the chest, and then to Ametrine's easel which he would clap together and hold it in his talons while his bags on his hips would strum with his movement. \"-we gotta get started? I'll be carrying this for you- since you seem to have your talons already full-\" Romeo's blush didn't fade from his snout as he pointed with his eyes over at what Ametrine started packing."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "The skywing held Romeo's snout in his talons and gently blew a current of hot air over his face - instantly drying the tears that had wet his face - chucking at his corny little comment. \"You're *Terrible*, you know that, right?\" He teased with a snort looking into the sandrain musician's eyes - wishing in the moment he had the abilities of a nightwing to know what was going on behind them... What was he thinking so deeply about? Ametrine could feel his face was hot with blood beneath his acles - but he didn't care- not right now, at least - he was just enjoying the moment, running his talons along the beads of pink and red scales that ran along Romeo's face - he knew what they meant, but he still wondered if that assumption was correct. \"Hmph! Exactly, no more breakfast- you'll have to learn to cook for me!\" He smiled a toothy smile - clearly joking - but still holding just a drop of a threat in his tone and intent. \n\nAmetrine hissed as Romeo tried desperately to change the subject. \"Nope! You're telling me about that dream- or you're sleeping out on the ledge of the cave tonight.\" The skywing grinned - squinting at his companion as he tried to work out what he must've been dreaming about. \"Hmm, something you're too embarrassed to brag about... Which is rare, you *Pompous airhead* - and...\" He tapped his chin - still resting his snout against Romeo's. \"Whatever it is- seems to have stirred the scales on your face and all along your body to turn pink and red... I can start calling off my guesses - or you can go ahead and tell me - I'll let *You* Pick... But we aren't leaving until you make good on that promise.\" He huffed and raised his snout to the sky - seems Romeo wasn't getting out of this as easily as he might've thought. \n\nHe hadn't been this comfortable in another dragon's arms in a long time - he could just sit here like this forever and ever - touching snouts with a *Stupid* Musician he had met but a day ago - but felt like he had known his entire lifetime.\n\nHe pressed his snout against Romeo's again - still holding his unimpressed, almost agitated look - but beckoing for him to spill the details of his dream. \"If you don't tell me- I'm going to start biting the scales off of your snout.\" He held Romeo closer - being so close felt like it relieved a decade of burdens - had he... No- he hadn't - there was no way he had found himself falling in love with a dragon he just met - that was ridiculous - he- he just hadn't talked to someone for so long that it was started to wear on him - that was all- yes, that was exactly it- but even so he twined his tail a little tighter around Romeo's. \n\n\"Don't *Worry* About my stuff - I can *Handle* It like I've done for many moons before you crashed in my cave - I even know a shortcut to the plaza- so... If we're late it's going to be *Your* Fault, not mine.\" He said with a dignified look on his face."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "How long it's been since talons have touched his face with such care-? His ears drooped and his leaned with his face further into the talons of Ametrine, blinking slower due to the security he felt. \"Ow man- why did I even give you that idea?\" His secure looking eyes gazed up at Ametrine's grin, having to smile himself and ofc making another suggestion about him showing more emotions \"You have a beautiful smile, you know that you sadist? Could do that more often\" Romeo would encounter the feeling of butterfly-alert in his stomach at Ametrine desperately wanting him to stand for his word- but Romeo has promised and he knew that... What he knew as well that he has never been a great liar. His mother always knew exactly if he was really flying out her view to collect herbs and fruits from the nearby forest, or to sneak into the next small village to listen to street musicians and studying how they were playing their instruments. A long sighed escaped Romeo's snout which was still held with Ametrine's together- still not a single scale of rose turning white again on his face. \"Good grief- my fault? You're really that interested out of the sudden...\" He placed the easel on the ground and took a deep breath, feeling how his own talons became shivery again.\n\n\"Alright but only under the condition that you wont judge me for it- was just a dream-\" While talking Romeo backed off a little as if he felt wrong taking about his dream while being so close to Ametrine's snout. \"So-...I dreamed we both were flying together. Golden clouds and a pinkish red sky above us as our wing tips nearly touched... Aaannd-\" Romeo broke off the eye contact with Ametrine and looked slightly ashamed, or unsure down on his talons with were still holding Ametrine's easel. \"...We took a pause in the air, reaching out to each other's talons before we-...We would-\" At this point it got clearer and clearer of how Romeo felt towards Ametrine. The dream worked him up enough to get his ears slowly reddish as well. \"Anyways- we should be on our way, no? And it's fine, really. My stuff ain't that heavy so one easel would get me exhausted\" He straightened his posture and held his wings leaned onto his sides. \"Besides- if I'm already staying I should help my host, no?\" Maybe he has witnessed Ametrine blush, open up and even let their snouts touch... But he still thought maybe the time hasn't come yet to tell Ametrine what his heart was longing for. *Love in first sight my boy~ that's how I met your father. Drunk in a bar nearly being involved in a rough conflict with other dragons, and there I met your father, ready to smash a bottle on his head... But instead he brought me home safely~* He remembered his mom once telling him while making the most gorgeous lasagne the world has witnessed."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "He playfully pushed Romeo back with his talons - blowing a playful cloud of smoke that wasn't half as thick as when he was being genuine. \"And give *You* The satisfaction of seeing *Me* Smile? Not happening.\" He felt a grin creeping across his face - he couldn't help it now- Romeo was making a stupid, cliche expression you'd only see in romantic plays - and he couldn't help but be confused - but also amused. \"Yes - your fault, and I think I've told you way more than you *Deserved* To hear- so you're going to make good on our little deal.\" The artist nodded with a snobby, regal expression on his face as if he found it only fair - especially considering Romeo had *Promised* To tell him about whatever his little dream was about. If the truth was known, he didn't particularly care for whatever Romeo had dreamt about- not until he started dancing around the subject as if he were stepping on hot coals- *That* Certainly caught Ametrine's eyes and ears - which meant it *Had* To be interesting if he kept trying to change the subject. \"Well- Now I'm going to judge you extra hard - almost as if I were judging one of my paintings- let's hope I don't decide to throw *You* In the furnace like all of those canvases.\" He chuckled - raising a brow as Romeo told him the story that took place in his dream - Ametrine of course holding his most sinister looking poker face, something he'd practiced for as long as he could remember- but he found it hard to maintain as he watched the musician fidget in place- stuttering and the scaled along his face turning so red they looked like the cherries that grew seasonally in the orchard just beneath his mountain home. \n\n\"Pft! Having awfully romantic dreams about a dragon you just met, hmm? Quite the dreamer and the romantic- though I suppose those qualities serve you well as a musician - though they'd do well if you were an actor or poet as well.\" He bumped Romeo's snout with his in a loving manner before turning away - finally letting go and retu\n\nRning to making his preparations for their day in town. \"Yes, I suppose you would do well to make yourself useful.\" He nodded affirmingly. \"But don't carry too much - dropping that guitar would be quite the crime.\" He snorted, as he gathered the rest of his things - leaving just the easel for Romeo to grab before he jumped off the ledge, opening his wings at the last possible second to avoid crashing into the tree line below as he headed for the distant town. \n\nIt took them only a few minutes to make it there - and Ametrine was right, this was the busiest time of day - dragons, mostly skywings- of all socioeconomic backgrounds from farmers to the most regal looking members of nobility that came out all this way simply to see the changing of the leaves- perhaps the only time of the year they left their little holes in the mountainside. The moment the two landed a few dragons looked over across the cobblestone streets - shops on either side of the massive clearing that made up the city center. The scent of fudge, coffee, cookies and all kinds of other fall delights filled the air around the massive central fountain Ametrine had led them to.\n\nHe set up his things, got his pallet ready - and adjusted it so Romeo was in front of him - his last painting was one of the few he enjoyed- so... Maybe if he had the same muse he'd be just as pleased as he was before- besides... He wanted to capture Romeo's truest nature on the canvas this time - when he was playing music and singing, and so he got to work mixing paints- a few dragons seeming to take notice of and recognizing him - mostly the flowery nobles, princes, princesses and the likes asking out loud to each other if he was going to paint *Them* - hoping to put the idea in the artists head- but Ametrine didn't *Paint* For free- especially when it came to cocky royals who had more than enough coin to generously fill his pockets. If they wanted to be painted, they could *Get in line* - behind the dozens of dragons that were waiting for a letter of acceptance and a scheduled date to be a model."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Romeo's gaze filled with surprise as Ametrine made an actual joke to his so embarrassing dream he barely had the guts to tell. Somewhat he felt- disappointment. Somewhat he felt like karma hit him for not taking Ametrine's threats serious and so getting his own taste. It was fair- of some sort, but the hopeful nearly teasingly warmth in his chest slowly turned into his stomach feeling heavier. \"Yeah- im agreeing with you... Very pathetic and veeery-...*Artistic*?\" Romeo chuckled, tho it was more a played facade he barely managed to keep up right, clenching his talons around the easel. Ofc the bump with Ametrine's snout made him smile again, even if it was only temporarily. Was he really not satisfied with what he finally achieved? Ametrine was so said reincarnated, gaining another chance to open up this time to someone which had no doubt they would stay friend forever... So Romeo still felt thankful, and still was glad for the skywings apparently finding more enthusiasm in his life. *It's time to finally count how many soul crafted paintings wouldn't meet the internal flames.* Romeo watched how Ametrine jumped off the cliff, spreading his wings before getting a rough hug from Mother Nature and flying elegantly towards their destination. As much as Romeo wanted to do the same he knew Skywings had larger wings, built for longer flights and manoeuvres his wings could never perform. He chose the safe way of following Ametrine, checking ever so often on the guitar on his back if the belts wouldn't loosen. \n\nUnsure what impressed Romeo more- the amount of dragons which gathered beneath them, or the immense amount of shops and the busyness in between-...There were those beautiful scents as well, some triggering Romeo's memories of his childhood. He wondered when the last time was he had a piece of cake-... A plate of cookies, in sugar roasted nuts.\n\nMaybe if he gathered enough money from his music today- he would spent some of it to invite Ametrine on... Something he'd like... What Romeo still had to figure out. The Sandrain landed beside Ametrine, still in awe by the city and it's massive amount of dragons... Which luckily made him forget about his frustration moments ago. \"Here I- dunno what angle you'd prefer so- heh-\" Romeo just placed the easel in front of Ametrine, at least trying to figure a position of the legs that wouldn't cause it to shake whenever Ametrine drew a line. One issue still creeped in Romeo's neck. Eyes. So many of them, some looking at Ametrine *Which was more than relatable to Romeo*, but some where also pointing at him, inspecting him as if he was some abstract artwork- or worse- they saw him as someone weird, someone that wouldn't fit in between those crowds. He wasn't even purely one species- Romeo could read those judges from the eyes of some dragons observing him. Romeo nearly forgot how well known Ametrine actually was- and the thought he could be seen worse by being seen together with such disgrace he is-...*No Romeo, you ain't a disgrace. Maybe not one pure species, but the eyes of an artist called him several times a pretty being- so he should believe that, no??* Nervously he clipped his guitar off his back, opening his seconds empty bag and placing it in front of himself on the ground. One more nervous gaze would perk over to Ametrine, slight discomfort in his eyes. \"D-do those nobles recognise you...? Isn't it a bad idea that you are seen together with me? I- I'm nervous-...What songs does skywings society enjoy??\" He held tightly onto his guitar- somewhat wishing the neck would be replaced with one of Ametrine's talons, sitting on his hint legs while straightening his posture to look less miserable."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine was bust sketching the lines for the scene- little groves in the stone path, perspectives concerning the angle at which he was able to view the buildings around Romeo - he tapped his snout with a thinking talon, deep in a sea of thought before being clawed out by the sound of Romeo's voice. He looked over at the nobles - dressed in glittery jewels and gaudy amounts of gold, silver, and sapphire. He uttered an annoyed ground - tempted to blow a cloud of smoke in their direction to get them to disperse- but he exercised self-control while Romeo was around - he didn't want the sandrain to get off on the wrong talon amongst the people in town because *He* Was full of pride and brimming malice for his clientele. \"Yes... They probably know me, but I don't know them. Might've heard I'm working on the queen's portrait or something.\" He winced at Romeo's self-criticism, hissing his next words... \"I *Don't* Care what *They* Think. If they don't like the fact I'm with you here today, they then can just *Leave* - I'm not concerned with what others think of me... If you haven't caught on yet, I'd rather they hate me than like me. You're the exception of course- for now anyways. As for music - you're the bard, no? You're here to sell your craft - play something from the heart - make it count. Any genre will do, especially from you. You look different, but don't let that dissuade you or corner you into playing a specific way - show them *Just* How different you are on the inside just as much as you are on the outside.\" He continued sketching out the background - unable to get started on Romeo until he started playing. He wanted to capture the look on the sandrain's snout when he played - when he did something he *Truly* Enjoyed. \n\n\"Don't worry- I'm right here... Pretend like you're playing for me - y'know, like last night.\" Heat simmered in his face as he said that - though he couldn't quite pin down the reason as to why that was the case. \"Your music is...\" He huffed - g\n\nLancing at the dragons around them- dragons he didn't particularly care for- dragons... He definitely didn't want to expose his softer side to- but if it was for Romeo - then so be it. \"Your music is beautiful, Romeo. I've never been one for enjoying that kind of stuff- but... You changed that I guess- *But* Don't let it go to your head.\" He huffed - trailing his tail over to Romeo's and gently wrapping the tip of his tail around his in a reassuring manner. \"So... Won't you play for me again?\" Ametrine looked him in the eyes as he put the finishing lines down on the canvas for the background. He had no idea Romeo had an anxious streak - when he played just the other day he oozed the confidence of a professional musician - but here, in a crowd - he looked almost lost. Was it because he was in a new place? The Sky Kingdom? Or was it because he was surrounded by nobledragons from the ruby red capital city that had all stopped at the sight of Ametrine. He *Knew* He'd draw eyes to Romeo - and now was his big break, all he had to do was show them all just how talented he was- Ametrine *Knew* He could do it- he just had to try."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "*\"...And these fingertips, will never run through your skin. And those frightful eyes, Can only meet mine... Across a room, filled with people that are less important than you...\"*\n\nRomeo's eyes wandered over the crowd, closing ever so often as he sung along the melody he produced with his guitar, for sure leaving these tones stuck in the dragon ears which where listening to the words of a possible love song. He moved on his hint legs elegantly, using his tail as support while slightly spreading his wing more, showing white wave-like patterns on his wings which seemingly moved to the melody he played. During his performance Romeo didn't only sung his emotions out, but also presenting his entire being to publicity, confident with being different from all those reddish-orange colours that nearly blended into each other. Among the sea of skywings only him and Ametrine stuck out, not only from their looks, but from their talent which can't be topped easily by any dragon... \nHis dark red locks swung with his fluent movement as Romeo turned slowly as he continued playing, to look around the crowd of skywings that have collected themselves around the fountain. \n\n*\"Oh cause you love, love, love... When you know I can't love. You love, love, love... When you know I can't love. You love, love, love... When you know I can't love you-\"*\n\nEventually the crowd got silent enough that the song was able to spread together with the following guitar solo over the entire city center... Becoming quieter and quieter... But not vanishing until reached the ears of possible rulers. Romeo couldn't see through his eyes which closed again, but he felt that Ametrine wasn't only gazing at him for another painting... But because he understood what Romeo sung, some parts seeming to be out of Ametrine's perspective. So he played his guitar, looking towards those eyes which at first were judging him daring to exist beside Ametrine-...And now staring at the musician in awe, in pleasure and surprise.\n\nRomeo's eyes eventually met Ametrine's again as the other phrases contained the song. In those bloody-ruby eyes was something that Ametrine probably hasn't seen in a long time... A dragon that looked at him in a heartwarming way, with some kind of sadness- or better said acceptance in that slight glimmer before he closed em again, turning his snout down towards his guitar again.\n\n*\"So I think it's best. We both forget. Before we dwell on it-...\"*\n\nA short dramatic pause followed, so also the guitar's strings quietening which would cause some of the dragons to either tilt their heads or lean slightly forwards, expecting Romeo to continue just as his claws stroke the strings again- it must've taken lots of feeling for the instrument to not damage such thin strings even once. \n\n*\"The way you held me so tight. All through the night. 'Till it was near mornin.\"*\n\n*\"Oh cause you love, love, love... When you know I can't love. You love, love, love... When you know I can't love. You love, love, love... When you know I can't love you-\"*\n\nThe sandrain but for the final phrase of the lyrics more soul into his talon's movement as he stroke the guitar slightly harder, awakening a similar feeling to sudden goosebumps along most scales that surrounded him. Fishermen placed their baskets full with fish down, so did dragons carrying boxes of alcohol and messenger dragons in a hurry with bags full of scrolls stopped as well as the last part was sung.\n\n*\"Oh~...Cause you love, love, love!...When you know I can't love. You love, love, love!...When you know I can't love. **You love, love, love!...When you know I can't love you-**\"*\n\nOne last line of notes were continued by the guitar which got slower note for note before eventually going quiet... The last string carrying the silence around them nearly for felt minutes before finally quietening. Talons clenched around the instrument, Romeo held his head low and waited for a reaction... Even if it would be the continuing chatters of dragons as if his performance wouldn't have happened- that'll be just fine with him. The pause really triggered his nerves he held back as calmly as possible."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "When his eyes met with Ametrines, the amber, violet, and cardinal skywing's eyes didn't look away in the typical, exhaustedly annoyed manner - but smiled encouragingly from time to time as he worked at a near-lightning fast-pace; thanks to his paint drying technique. The only thing that held back his paintings from being finished in a matter of moments before this - was simply the fact he rarely - if ever - felt inspired by the world around him. He painted for money - to make ends meet - never for the satisfaction of the craft, but this time was different- very different.\n\nThe song was - bittersweet, a sort of sadness rippled from Romeo with every chord he struck and moment he opened his mouth. It made Ametrine subtly anxious - he wanted to sweep that sadness from the sky, even if it was sung beautifully. Despite that sadness, though - as Romeo finished his performance - there was an uncomfortable silence that washed over the ruby, garnet, carnelian and jasper faces - pausing with surprised looks on their faces, but after the moment passed, the crowd erupted in applause and cheering, several dragons stepping forward and placing fistfuls of coins, gems, and jewelry into his instrument's carrying case - and those that didn't have gems and jewelry placed baked goods, bread, wine - by the end of the end of it - Romeo's guitar case was far too full to carry his instrument back to their mountain cave. \n\nAmetrine remained silent and at a distance while Romeo handled the crowd of new fans approaching to give him opportunities to play at their venues, bars, and palace homes in a celebration of Romeo's talents that seemed to last the greater portion of an hour - leaving just enough time for Ametrine to take his time making the finishing touches on the painting just as dragons started dispersing back to their jobs or tours. Once Romeo was alone- left holding documents - still wet with fresh ink that outlined addresses, amounts to be paid, etc... - Ametrine approached. He set h\n\nIs painting onto Romeo's little pile of treasure and whisked over to be beside him with a smirk. \"*See*, I *Told* You.\" He chuckled and glanced over at all of Romeo's newly accumulated wealth. \"You know... With some of that, you could definitely afford a room all to yourself at the finest hotel for a week. You don't *Have* To stay with me- even if it might be the most economically advantageous decision...\" He snorted. \"But- that being said. I don't... Mind your company. Perhaps I'd even *Prefer* It- if you stayed.\" The skywing's eyes looked almost pleading if it weren't for how he held his brows in a rigid, prideful manner. \n\nBefore Romeo could make a smug joke - Ametrine cut him off. \"You did- fantastic, by the way... Not that you didn't *Know* That- but still.\" He pressed his side against the sandrains- and bumped his snout against his. \"It was an awfully sappy - disgustingly romantic song, you know? I felt like losing my breakfast because of how sweet it was - and remind me not to have to play at anything but a *Funeral*.\" He put on that same pouting act - even if his body language betrayed his words. \"Oh... And.\" His face melted into all the shades of the sunset before he craned his neck towards Romeo and gently kissed him on the cheek. \"I love you too, you musically talented idiot sandrain.\" He gently thumped him on the head with the tip of his tail. \"Thanks for... Freeloading in my cave... And... Saving that stupid painting that was better left to meet its fate in the rain *If* You hadn't come along... But I hope you like that one too.\" He gestured to the painting that rested on Romeo's pile of gems. When he turned back to meet Romeo's gaze he scowled instinctively. \"*Stop* Looking at me like that!\" He blew a cloud of smoke from his nostrils - but recoiled slightly. \"Er- I mean... Whatever, fine- look at me however you want I guess.\" He shrugged and rolled his eyes."
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"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "IM CRYING WHAT- HOW IS THAT LIKE A DAMN DISNEY MIVIE"
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "So many words that squeezed themselves into his ears, so many talons reaching out to his case and his own, so many scrolls pressed into his talons while so many pairs of eyes wanted contact with his. Romeo has ever so often proven himself to be opened towards people, never loosing his confidence... But now? As a kid he had the dream to become famous one day. He even built small guests to his musical shows out of fruits and boxes... But that audience wasn't comparable to the one he had now. Romeo thanked for every little gift that has been laid into his case, beside it or into his talons. Mainly overwhelmed how one cringy song he wrote over night actually impressed and touched all these dragons that have stopped by occasionally just because the both of them were sticking out. It felt so relieving when the crowd finally loosened around him. Romeo just finished telling some dragons that he will think about their offfers and thanked those dragons who brought him still steaming baked goods and exclusive wine bottles -which he never had the chance to taste in his life before- and then-...His eyes met Ametrine's again, filled with an oozing enthusiasm and overwhelmed happiness. This time his talons were not shivering out of stress... But excitement. *You did fantastic*...One single opinion that was so much simpler and still outweighed everything else Romeo had in his talons nor his case... It would all be for nothing, if it wasn't for Ametrine.\n\nRomeo lost a joyful laugh over the added critic about his song \"Count yourself lucky-! I already wanted to add another right after\" It was more unconscious that his reddish tail swept itself over, and curled around Ametrine's while Romeo was still giggling to his side. Just as he was about to look up at Ametrine starting to mention something he encountered even bigger surprise. Not that he already wanted to shed tears due to his fastened breathing as he witnessed the beauty of his skywing friend's work- \nBut as he felt a sudden heat against his cheek, warm lips pressing a gentle kiss on his face-\n\nIn a moment Romeo stood in blank space. It felt like the world would lose its colours... Turning white and unimportant... Except for that dragon right beside him. Ametrine's voice blurred out any bits of ambience around them, those words of appropriation that he came by by accident and stayed- again reddish pigments spread over his snout, ears and neck as he already could feel his pulse in his ears like an orchestra encouraging him to just let go of everything for once. It brought him doom once before... But this time...*Oh please, just once but forever...* Romeo heard that voice speaking to his half conscious physical being, before his talons loosened.\n\nScrolls fell to the ground like a pile of leaves as Romeo's talons leaned down on Ametrine's and he leaned forward- maybe a bit to quick and nervously. And then- another kiss... But Romeo has aimed right from where that warmth came that let him feel so secure... So special... So loved. Romeo's kiss lasted quite longer than Ametrine's, before pulling back slowly- opening his eyes again before realising that it might've been to sudden.\n\n\"I- my bad I didn't mean to- it just slipped out... So-...Heh...\" The sandrain leaned his head back- wide eyes staring into Ametrine's before the shame made them shoo off and started to collect the scrollst he has dropped. \"...You were right... More or less- I wasn't expecting such reaction- it's just... I can't carry all that- they didn't have to-... You didn't-\" His tail tightened around Ametrine's while his eyes trailed off to the painting before raising themselves to that someone who surpasses any of his dreams again."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "The skywing was - honestly impressed with the turnout. He knew that his presence would draw eyes, particularly of the *Richer* Dragons- but dragons came from all corners of society. Rich, poor and everything in between seemed to be impressed with Romeo's music... Maybe he was *Right* To say that Romeo was *At least* Not the worst musician he had listened to- though that would be an understatement just based on this turnout alone. \n\nHe was lost in thought when suddenly Romeo took Ametrine's talons in his - causing a brief look of confusion before the sandrain pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't know *What* To think - he hadn't kissed someone like this in... Well- like many of his other social interactions, in years - he felt the fire of anger stoking in his chest for a moment- the same fire that would scold anyone for getting too close to him when he was called for a commission, but instead his anger boiling over - he felt it melt away into embers and ash. He wasn't going to let barrier of flames he surrounded himself get in the way of happiness- not this time... Instead, as Romeo pulled away, he brought him in for another kiss- making sure it lasted just a second longer than Romeo's before pulling away with a sly, confident grin. \"Guess I win.\" He pushed Romeo away playfully before kneeling down and helping him collect the various scrolls he had dropped. \"You're *Terribly* Clumsy, you know that?\" He said with a tinge of venom- acting almost as if the past minute or so that enveloped their kisses had never happened.\n\nHe scoffed at the sandrain's comments. \"Pft- really? Me? I didn't do anything but sit there and look pretty... It's kinda something I can't help.\" He shrugged and chuckled nervously as he handed the scrolls to Romeo. \"This was *You* - you did this. Be proud of *Yourself*- don't you *Dare* Push the credit for *Your* Work on me!\" He hissed - but practiced a breathing exercise to calm himself down - seeming to take extra care to not blow up on the once chan\n\nCe at a romance he'd entertained he'd let slip under his scales by chance. \"*And* - do you dare apologize for our kiss- or next time, I'm going to bite your tongue out of your head.\" He snorted - taking the teasing - suggestive comment perhaps a bit too seriously.\n\nHe started pacing things up - one by one getting everything back in his own bag, screwing paint caps on, drying the rest of the pain on his pallet, and putting everything away where it needed to go. \"You know- I was going to make this more of an 'entire day' thing- but you basically had the entire plaza bring itself to *You* - so... I guess we'll have to make it a third date thing.\" He said nonchalantly - quietly admitting their first encounter counted as their *First* Date. \"Here...\" He handed Romeo his bag full of supplies. \"You carry this, it's a lot lighter and my wings are a lot stronger than yours... I know that case is heavy, and I don't want you falling out of the sky or moons forbid- bumping into a tree.\" He pushed the things around in Romeo's guitar case - spreading them out so everything fit- but he had to carry the painting himself. \"Alright- let's get everything back home, then we can talk about the possibility of *Us* - later- over dinner- I want more time to think on it.\" He shot off into the sky before Romeo could respond with a clever quip.\n\nDespite being weighed down by the bounty of goods and coins Romeo had made today - he was still able to outpace the sandrain - though just barely, and only for the few hundred meters or so - then he seemed to tire out and only stayed ahead of Romeo because he matched his speed. Once they were back, he gently set Romeo's case down and looked back towards the entrance as the sandrain landed. \"Congratulations, you're not a freeloader like I thought you were going to be~\" He said with a hint of playful sarcasm. \"I take it you'd like to keep the wine to yourself- that's okay, but if you feel like sharing- I *Probably* Wouldn't turn it down...\""
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Romeo's eyes rolled to the side, while still leaning against Ametrine's side nearly completely relaxing his heavy wings from the flight. \"You did gave me the shivers there on the plaza tho- I could ask you just the same where that distant staging from the day before went~\" At the nuzzling Romeo lifted his head and burried his snout under Ametrine's chin while drooping his ears in comfort. \"Now don't be like that-\" He poked him with his talon in his chest \"-I bet you'd enjoy some fancy time with me, no? And- I ain't that well in cooking like you are, so somehow I gotta please *My skywing* If it's not with music.\" Romeo reached some of his things to his talons as well- would actually help him carry those, but the hurrying body language kinda gave Romeo a sign as if he shouldn't follow him everywhere-... \"Listen- im sorry if now other dragons will spread assumptions about us, but- just know that I couldn't care less. They can point their tails at us all they want... As long as it doesn't chew on your well-being... Im fine with having only one dragon to share a word with.\" Romeo's eyes looked calmly, but with seriousness and trust into Ametrine's as he finally let go off his tail- slightly setting a reminder to not hold a dragon that normally would have a short temper by their tail... Still, kinda cringing at the thought he liked how his talons where held together by his tail's grip. Romeo sighed, sat down in front of him lowering his gaze a little \"Fair- then I'll clean up the mess my musical performance made in your kitchen~\" He grinned slightly, watching as the skywing slandered down the corridor. \"Oh and-...Don't be so prideful and call for me if you need help with anything, good?\" He threw a soft smile after Ametrine, maybe he'd see that even behind his back Romeo would still smile at him with the same lovely warmth as many times when his eyes were on him.\n\nPiece by piece Romeo shoved his talons through his case, already sorted and read the scrolls that were given to him, from invites to events till offers for a steady job in taverns, bars and restaurants. Some papers were kept simple, seemingly written the moment Romeo has started his performance, some were detailed and carefully formed and looked pretty much noble. The Sandrain then placed all bottles of wine into free space of those shelves specialised for holding alcohol bottles in a fancy laying way. Eventually he'd also found space for the baked goods, but he didn't really know where to put all these coins and jewellery. Some fit into one of his waist-bags, but the case barely got less filled. At this time Romeo was thinking back at how many dragons exactly where there at the plaza, how many dragons did it take to fill this entire case. Obviously Romeo wouldn't count each coin, still he found a nice wooden carved figure which held his position while playing his guitar frozen in act. That particular item made Romeo grin, someone took their time to cut slice a wooden piece until it matched his looks. Somewhat Romeo had to think about Ametrine again... Who took his time as well to draw him so beautifully. His gaze faded from the wooden figure to the painting Ametrine did. Several minutes must've passed as Romeo inspected each detail of it- despite his song being just a bit longer than 5 minutes, and about double the time it took to handle all these dragons that reached out for him- it was impressive how beautifully it actually got... Maybe even more than the first. Romeo felt as if Ametrine had troubles showing him affection like he did, and he could see at the painting how most dragonet in the back had less detail, were slightly more blurry and didn't got as much sunshine on them as himself.\n\nBefore Romeo could overthink it his subconscious pushed him down the corridor, he tried being as quiet and stealthy as possible as he lurked around the corner, thinking if he should observe Ametrine for a while or knock at the door's frame. Romeo felt impressed by the sice of that room in comparison to the others... And how many destroyed canvas and scraps of destroyed supplies laid around. And then the Sandrain felt how his heart became heavy- he read the suffering Ametrine must've gone through by looking at each new group of burned or ripped canvas pieces."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine merely snorted at Romeo's teasing about where the distance he had put between the two of them before had gone, his ears still pointed in Romeo's direction as he spoke- eyes darting to the talon pointed firmly against his chest and a blush forming on his face when Romeo called him '*His skywing*' - the statement made his cold heart thump just a little harder. \"F-fine - perhaps... *Maybe* - but don't count on it and don't say I said *Yes*... Besides- it's nice cooking for someone else.\" He mumbled softly as his gaze hardened at the sandrain musician. He turned and took Romeo's talons in his and pressed the side of his snout lovingly against his love's. \"I *Told* You - I don't *Care* What other dragons say... It's not about them, it's about *Us*. I... I haven't let myself get this close to anyone in many moons - Romeo. I'm still so uncertain - still so scared. If I let you into my heart now - can I be sure it'll be forever?\" His voice and expression looked lost, afraid with subtle undertones of desperation. Every romance before this turned out the exact same way - but the way he gripped Romeo's talons said he never wanted to let go - but alas - he had duties to attend to - a room to clean, organize - and try to make look as if a slob didn't work in it. He flicked his tail at Romeo dismissively when he offered to help and disappeared to complete his little cleaning task. \n\nHis head was swirling with thoughts - worries and uncertainties. He had to calm himself down with a few deep breaths as he processed everything all at once- his feelings, how he should act on them - when and how he should worry about telling his parents about this *If* He was going to tell them about it at all - maybe he could just get away with never seeing them again like he had always planned... Yes- that sounded perfect- but- what if Romeo *Wanted* To meet them? That complicated his train of thought as he glanced around the room which was scorched almost completely pitch-black save for so\n\nMe spots in the corner. The artist still wasn't certain if he felt inclined to giving into the emotions that felt like they were clawing up out of his throat all at once. Was this the right decision? Should he tell Romeo how he felt? Pft- it was already obvious how he felt, but he was barely able to put it into tangible, articulate words. Eventually - he settled on giving it a try - one *Last* Time. If this didn't work out, he was done with dragons forever and he was going to lock himself in his mountain home for the rest of time itself... He was going to admit to *Himself* That he had feelings for Romeo... Not just feelings, but *Romantic* Feelings... And if he admitted it to himself, he was going to have to admit it to the sandrain too. He silently bit his tongue - not afraid of what he'd say - not afraid of rejection, but afraid of *Himself* - what if he hurt him? How was he going to fix his jumbled mess of emotions and be a *Good* Partner? He pressed a talon against his head and let out a sigh - thinking back on their moments in the plaza - the way Romeo shined brighter than the sun in the sky, surrounded by adoring fans - but never once taking their adoration of Ametrine's. \n\nDespite Romeo's attempt to be stealthy the sound of his talons clacking against the stone floor alerted Ametrine to his approach. He gripped the broom handle he was holding tightly- almost with enough force to snap it- but not quite. \"I *Know* You're there, Romeo. Come in- I... I think we need to talk - I think I need to talk to you.\" He sounded nervous as he found a spot in front of a large, stained glass window - his eyes meeting the musician's as he stepped into the soot-covered studio. Once he made himself comfrtable - A new shade of red filled Ametrine's face. \"Romeo... I've only known you for a day - but it already feels like I've known you for a lifetime. I'm... I'm going to skip all of the *Stupid* Romantic ridiculousness and say- I love you - okay?\""
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "It was like a current ice spike piercing Romeo's stomach as he got caught spying into a room he had a feeling that Ametrine didn't wanted him to be in there. \"O-of course-\" After recovering from his *Goosebumps* -in this case flickering reddish spots on his neck- Romeo laid his hears down as he slowly walked towards Ametrine, looking meanwhile to his sides and seeing what mess it was here- Romeo felt more of a desperate need of hugging this skywing... Cause he has witnessed combined rage with sadness from his mother once before, coming home to a mess of bottle shards and wine spots everywhere on the walls. He could imagine a scene where Ametrine drew in one moment... And just a blink later as if someone switched a switch he would slam the frame against the wall, shooting a blast of fire after it. As soon as Romeo reached Ametrine in front of the couponed window, watching how those different fragments of coloured glass would throw colourful beams of light at them- again being fascinated that he still wasn't dreaming... \nRomeo gazed up at him, already predicting- or better said hope for what would come next -just as Ametrine finally confessed what has been on his mind. The butterfly effect, that what seemingly spread stronger and stronger through Romeo's stomach up into his chest. After Ametrine's confession an uncomfortable silence followed... Only lasting a handful of seconds but felt like eternity. \"You- you said it-!\" Eyes don't lie. And that's a fact, it's impossible to fake such a reaction that Romeo struggled holding on a leash. His eyes filled with tears at the same time as a wave of read spread over his snout and down his cheeks. The confidence could still be held up, couple of shivery breaths cutting off Romeo's sentence before he gazed back up into Ametrine's eyes- those longing for Love eyes... Eyes Romeo had missed since... A very long time. \"Th-this may sound terribly selfish now-...\"\n\nRomeo sniffed as he dared to take Ametrine's talons into his, holding them tight up against his chest- reviling not only a slight shiver but also a realised pulse, a beat that seemed fasten. \"...-but I've been actually waiting for you to tell me that first... I wear hoping and- I just wanted to make sure you're actually feeling the same... I feared I'd be *Too quick* With telling so I waited until...\" The Sandrain paused again, then deciding to burry his snout under Ametrine's chin. \"...Forget it. Just don't doubt my words *My precious skywing*-\" One of Romeo's talons reached up to Ametrine's face, holding it gently while stroking in a soft movement with his thumb over his ear. Since Ametrine has confessed -what Romeo apparently didn't have the guts to confess yet- his voice sounded like slowly colliding over the tears of happiness that this pathetic emotional hybrid felt... Pathetic, maybe, but honest. \"...I've locked you into my heart already. Since last night in fact- it was so odd feeling it in an instance for a stranger you were back then... So I apologise for all the *Stupid romantic ridiculousness* I just threw at you and-\" The other talon raised itself to Ametrine's face as well, stroking over his cheek and focused both their snouts on each other once again. \"*-i love you too*\".\n\nThe beams of colourful light blazed through the shards down at their faces as Romeo intended another kiss. He close his eyes as he let his talons sink from Ametrine's cheeks down to his shoulder's holding him against himself while- continues my kissing him for an incredible long time-\nRomeo remembered how each day his father used to come back home with a small gift for his wife. It could've been anything, from a bottle of wine, to a self carved wooden figure till classic formal flowers... And a kiss to any of those presents. Romeo settled this for himself, whenever he'd be in the city he will always invite Ametrine on a pleasing snack, or a fine dinner... Or if he's alone bringing him something that might remember him that when Romeo said he loved him that he meant it. Subconsciously Romeo's tail searched for Ametrine's tail once again, curling itself around it as soon as it found what it desired. After that ridiculous long time Romeo leaned back just a bit, his curly red hair falling into his face as he still held a calmer eye contact with *His skywing* \"Before we start cleaning up here- and no I am not gonna leave you alone with all this -could you compete with me again?\" A goofy smirk slipped from Romeo's hilarious soft and still whiny voice as he intended to what Ametrine *Played* At the Plaza."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife - but as Romeo's emotions spilled over into joy within a matter of moments, Ametrine couldn't help but feel absolutely *Ridiculous* - but perhaps in the best way possible as he struggled to hold eye contact with the sandrain - weakly smiling as if he'd never smiled before in his entire life - his wings flaring out just a smidge - denoting his anxiety and perhaps the need to feel a little larger than he was because of it. \"Heh.. Yeah... I said it.\" It was difficult to denote whether he adored or despised the feelings that hit him all at once like a tidal wave of suppressed feelings he'd buried were coming back from the dead with a vengeance. The feeling of Romeo's talons in his shattered him from the dwam he'd found himself stuck in - his new love bouncing with energy - tripping over his words in a state of excitement Ametrine had *Never* Seen in all of his years.\n\nRomeo spoke so fast and with so little clarity, the artist couldn't help but chuckle and squeeze his talons. \"Three moons over the mountain, calm *Down* - you're making even my imaginary audience blush you dreadfully romantic idiot~\" He held the musician gently - resting his chin on top of his head with a soft smile. \"It's... Okay - I appreciate that you waited for *Me* To say something - it was probably for the best. If you'd struck a nerve when I wasn't in the right state of mind, I might've rejected you out of my own sense of pride and self that I've been trying to hide away from the entire world *Before* You - so it wasn't selfish, it was considerate.\" It still made his heart skip when he was called 'his skywing' - probably something he'd never get tired of hearing and something that'd never cease to soften his heart - even if he was upset. \n\nWith his snout in Romeo's talons, he chuckled and brought his own up to wipe the growing tears away from the corners of the sandrain's eyes. \"I thought I was being silly - now look at you, confessing\n\nThat you had feelings even last night. You are a *Very* Pathetic hybrid... But now, you're *My* Pathetic hybrid.\" He rolled his eyes at how sappy and stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth - it was going to take time to get used to- along with the kissing. Once Romeo pulled away with that roguishly handsome smirk - Ametrine just shoved a talon in his face. \"Compete? Just so you can lose again?\" He scoffed playfully and allowed their tails to twine. \"Fine - if only to prove my prowess in not only the art of painting, sculpting, carving and pottery - then to prove why you never challenge a skywing in his own home - though, I suppose it's yours now too.\" He cupped his talons around Romeo's snout and kissed him back - always making sure to make it least exactly a second longer than Romeo's *Just* To prove a point- once he pulled away, he bumped Romeo's snout once more with his. \"Alright - now that I've undoubtedly become the champion of that little contest - it's time to get to work scrubbing the several hundred layer of soot off of the walls. Maybe move some things around and redecorate - not that the decoration was anything but rubble and charred canvases - but, y'know-\" He laughed - his heart still beating hard in his chest and the heat under his skin made him feel like he was born with a set of fire scales - but he was doing an expert job at playing it off so far.\n\nAmetrine grabbed several buckets from a cabinet - and let two hang on either of his wings before handing two to Romeo. \"I guess we'll get to see your talents as a housemaid today, y'know just in case the whole music thing doesn't pan out.\" He smirked with a sense of lighthearted mischief before prancing over to the kitchen and filling the buckets with water that fed in from a natural spring. He also grabbed some soap and bristly brushes to scrape off the soot - which was going to be an absolute pain even if he had help this time... Well, this time and hopefully forever - he mused.\n\nOver the course of the next few hours and into the evening - the two of them spent their day scrubbing the floor, the walls and the ceiling with soap - and splashing water on each other. Soon - well, soon as in once the sun was starting to set - the room was finally spotless - smelling of fresh citrus instead of smoke and ash for the first time in several moon cycles. Once it was done, Ametrine pounced on Romeo playfully, giving him a hug and wrapping their tails around one another again as he looked down at him. \"Thanks- again... For everything. Cleaning this mess - crashing in my cave - eating my over-spiced food, playing wonderful music- and being the prettiest muse I've entertained in a long- long time... And thank you - for being *Mine*.\" He gave him one last kiss- and hopped away to the other side of the room."
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Chuckles escaped the Sandrain's snout once again as he got his new title granted as his *Pathetic hybrid*, all shits and giggles in between- but Romeo began to like this step of a relationship... Giving each other nicknames just for the fun of sharing one or two giggles. \"Ya know- I think I'll never stop being so ridiculous and pathetic just to see you smile more often~\" Romeo's smile spread further while being covered in the talons of the dragon he loved- and so the second kiss came, just to be sure Romeo counted the seconds of how long that kiss lastet- which was undoubtedly hard cause that warmth and inner buzzing of his heard made him drift off from reality again -and he proofed his theory just as their snouts touched afterwards. \"Oh you-...Again just a second longer. Guess that I will have to make it longer next time-\" Romeo nuzzled with his snout under Ametrine's chin again while still holding his talons on the Skywing's shoulders. Eventually Romeo pulled him in for one last hug before they would get to work- and so felt his heartbeat encountering another, having to giggle about Ametrine just having the same excitement behind that so confident and cool facade he tried to play off again. \"Naw *My Skywing's* Heart is racing~ guess someone can't calm how their heart feels\" The musician chuckled, finally letting go off the Skywing except for one talon still resting on his chest \"I get it I get it... I'm telling ya- my decoration skills after we clean up will make you jump outa your scales~\" Just as Ametrine went off to supply themselves with buckets of water and soap Romeo already grabbed the broom he left behind while in silence giggling over Ametrine's joke he'd have to be a housemaid if his musical career should somehow fail-\n\nSo would their journey begins of defeating the *Mess monster* And turning the *Kingdom* Back to its glory. Romeo began shoving the piles of larger destroyed and burned junk to small piles which could be thrown away easier later on. Hours and hours passed by as they brushed all walls and the smallest corners of the room with precision and care, Romeo might have skilled hands due to his instrument handling... But dragging a brush back and forth, up and down and in circular movements it didn't only make him loose feeling in his talons, but also his shoulders felt sore and heavy. Except for sighs and painful moans the musician wasn't complaining at all- even when he had to fly while scrubbing the ceiling, which was a terrible idea as he realised he could've just used the shelves as support. Out and back in Ametrine and Romeo would cross their paths as the both of them carried the piles out Romeo has swept together, him sliding his tail each time their route crossed his tail under Ametrine's chin while grinning smugly. Obviously Romeo's teasing would escalate as the first sponge landed with a wet soapy thud at his face- to which he replied with a splash from his bucket- and gained another one back to himself. In an contrast the room was now completely blank, all supplies washed and repaired as well... But now Romeo and Ametrine were the ones looking messy.\n\nRomeo had couple of ashy spots in his hair and along his white scales together with some splits of wood stuck in his hair as well- Ametrine didn't have hair that would get him things stuck in- but the black dust stuck to his scales just as much as to Romeo's. Even the water fight barely made any chance- but for the first time Romeo didn't really care how messy he'd be-\n\n„Hehe~ and I thank you for letting me crash in, letting me choke on your spicy food, share my songs with you and letting me be myself while loving you~...And -despite my shoulders feeling like falling off... I liked cleaning your messy *Room of a dragonet*~\" Romeo already held himself again him just to realise the kiss wouldn't last as long as his overly in love heart hoped for. So the Sandrain just rolled his eyes with a smile and followed his skywing. „You know what would reeeaaalllyy be awesome now? A late night dinner in some fancy restaurant- on me ofc~\" Romeo reminded Ametrine, calling after him putting on the so annoying but charming tone in his voice."
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "With a labored sigh he simply pushed him away with a grin. \"I don't think I've met a *Cornier* Dragon in all my years, you're absolutely *Terrible*. Pft, if we keep that little habit up, we'll be stuck locking snouts for a whole day - so it might just be easier for you to just *Let me win*.\" He said with a dignified, proud posture as his proposition as Romeo embraced him with one last hug to which he seamlessly obliged only to snort at Romeo's comment. \"Your heart is doing much the same, you know that right?\" He rolled his eyes and cringed with a smile at the sandrain's comment about his decoration skills - he had no reason to believe he would be *Terrible* At decor... But something told Ametrine he was playing up his abilities just by the tone of his voice, earning a light, painless thwack on his snout from the skywing's tail.\n\n\"Hm, I'm not really one for going out to eat - it's laborious, time consuming - and I can make something *Way* Better than any of the culinary hacks in the plaza.\" Ametrine held his snout in the air as he walked out of the newly cleaned room and into the kitchen. \"Besides - it's certainly more cost effective to make something here. We might have to go out and either catch or buy something though...\" His talons brushed on his chin in thought as if he were working out the expenses and details of every option all at once. \"Oh- and we have to build your tolerance to anything with more than salt and pepper - if you think that was bad - you should try my dragonbite pepper chili.\" A mischievous grin crept up his snout as he mentioned one of the hottest peppers in all of Pyrrhia - something that could only be grown in the kingdom of sand next to the famously deadly dragon flame cactus - something about growing the two plants together gave otherwise mundane peppers enough kick to knock a dragon's teeth out of their head. \"Though - perhaps that'd be just a touch too much for you - oh and if I ever do make that for you - *Don't* Drink water. It'll make\n\nIt about a million times worse. You're better off stuffing your snout with dirt.\" The more he spoke about it- the more he was tempted to give making it a try - though he didn't have all of the ingredients and- well, he was certainly sore from all the cleaning they had done today. \"Fine - I'll entertain the idea of eating at a restaurant, but only this once. I'm not letting you foot the bill entirely though; you should be trying to *Save* The money you made today. Spending it frivolously is perhaps the poorest financial decision you could make until you can confirm those gigs are absolutely authentic offers.\" \n\nAmetrine stepped past Romeo - affectionately bumping his snout as he stepped over to the door to his room. \"If we're going out... I should at least make an effort to look a little more... Presentable. I'll be right back.\" He closed the door behind himself and went about rummaging through his drawers and cedar chests for different articles of jewelry - picking out his favorite golden necklace that was strung with tumbled amethyst, red carnelian and brilliant orange fossilized amber. Each gem dangled on its own individual thread of carefully woven gold and as Ametrine turned the gems would seldom clack together softly but just loud enough to be heard from behind the door. The artist also chose a few rings with various warmly colored stones - slipping on on his index talon and saving a few for Romeo to wear... Moons how he hated playing dress up, but he wanted to look good for *Romeo* - not because of the fleeting opinions of dragons that he'd maybe see all of maybe *Once*. \n\nWhen he stepped out of the door he was practically shining with precious metals - holding a talonful of things for Romeo to pick from with a bashful, embarassed expression. \"I... Picked a few of these out for you - they were mine, but you can have them now. I uh didn't like them *Anyways* So...\""
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"author": "Romeo",
"message": "\"I wouldn't ever doubt that you're Pyrrhia's greatest cook... So please have mercy and don't mix anything into my food that could *Possibly* Kill me~\" Romeo's tail couldn't help but make its way under his chin again, obviously each time always facing with the sharp tip away from his scales- it isn't poisonous at all as Ametrine already knew -but noticing Romeo's slight sparks of care for the dragon he loved was nice to see. But when Ametrine continued bragging about how Romeo's plan of taking him out for dinner would become a backstabber for his budget Romeo just rolled his eyes and let out a sigh in annoyance- but still grinned with raised eyebrows towards his so much economical overthinking *Boyfriend*. When Romeo thought clearer about it, they have sealed that they are now a couple, one forged piece as they have promised. „Three moons you steamflake- I promise I won't throw it all outa the window. And we've been working all afternoon... Wouldn't it feel nice to be spoiled by someone for once?\" Romeo encountered warmly his snout, even rotating with his movements so the touch would last at least a view seconds longer. He thought at first and just wanted to say something as the door has been closed before his snout. Of course Romeo understood as soon as he heard drawer by drawer being opened, knowing that there where places he still wouldn't have permission to stick his snout in. So the Sandrain waited patiently in front of the door, but started zooming out- which brought him to imagine quite the nice things he could finally do with someone that accepted him the way he was- and even loved one or another detail of his little being. Despite it only being one day- it felt to Romeo that it's been centuries ago when he was freezing his talons on the street, playing for dragons in nearly empty streets just to collect enough coins to pay for a meal which had to bring him through the day.\n\n*Starving... Am I-* Just one meaningless thought crossed his mind as he looked down on his Talons. Since he escaped his abusive mother he barely got any meals that would help him grow into a formal strong dragon...*...-too skinny?* Obviously he's not-...For a rainwing at least. But you'd have to look closer to notice the trails of Rainwing on him, and even for that tribe Romeo wouldn't have much on his bones. Wide, but not too wide shoulders, outstanding hair and scale pattern yeah- but now that he realised he'd be the fragile one, the one to be protected made an old feeling crawl its way up his throat. If his father wouldn't have-...He'd be-...And just then Romeo almost jumped back- ofc his reflexes failing him as the light from that room struck his face. Recovering from the *Sudden shock* Romeo took in silence his time to inspect what has changed- and obviously in a millisecond he noticed various kinds of jewels being held by a golden chain around Ametrine's neck- it's been a while since Romeo has seen such accessories, he couldn't remember exactly how those bible dragons from the plaza were styled- but he could bet Ametrine could compete with them... At least in accessories... For Romeo no one can compete with this wonderful dragon.\n\n„My Skywing- that's uh- a lot of -presentation- you out on-„ Romeo chuckled- obviously falling just again for the dragon that has left hun outside for barely a minute... But to him those accessories didn't appear-...Needed. His gaze also fell onto his talons, seeing those differently formed rings each having a different stone forged into their forms. Then his other talon cut off Romeo's view, opening for him to be nearly blinded by the sparkling shininesses. Rome at first wanted to protest- but then realised being picky about how they look would only make him stand in the middle of their interests, at least that's how he pulled the dots. So he raised his talons, taking with one one of these granted to him rings to try one on. To Romeo's surprise the first ring was slightly loose on his talon- and so the second, and the third-...And... Rome didn't even take the fourth but just rested his talon on Ametrine's which held for Romeo to simply take \"I- don't need... I mean- is it necessary to wear such?\" Romeo looked up at Ametrine, realising he could've possibly disappoint him with his reaction so he changed his voice back to that jokingly charm. \"-You look way too stunning for me... I mean I can't look so *Usual* Beside you. I'll- just stick with that one- means it you're totally fine with one...\" He has to obviously squeeze his fingers a bit to prevent the ring from appearing loose on his talon. Romeo still had the earring- which story was still unknown to Ametrine and why he was never taking that small accessory off. Romeo's talon suddenly wandered up to Ametrine's face and held his cheek warmth in his talon. \"You know that's actually very sweet- it reminds somewhat of a proposal Pff~\""
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "\"Hm, maybe my cooking's just a clever plot to kill you?~\" He mused - giving Romeo one last loving glance before the door was shut behind him - the thought he'd probably be welcoming the sandrain into his room made a faint excess of red spill out from his face as he jumbled through the different drawers and cabinets.\n\nAmetrine seemed to notice something wrong with his lover and bumped his snout against his. \"Hey... Are you okay? You looked like you saw a ghost while I was gone.\" A flash of concern in his mind melded with the subtle sense of anxiety he always seemed to carry around with him - Romeo's story was... Not the happiest to say the least, and he had a feeling there was still so much he didn't know still - but - hopefully from now and until eternity, the two of them would have plenty of time to figure out each other's feelings and pasts. \"Pft- well, I have to look my best for my handsome - musically talented boyfriend. I don't want the common folk to think you're going out with just *Any* Skywing.\" He flipped Romeo's perception of the world on it's head - the whole time the sandrain seemed to worry about the fact that *He* Would be seen with Ametrine - and so Ametrine mused the reverse. \"I hope you like it though- the jewelry I mean. I literally haven't worn it for ages - not since that meeting with the queen... But that's a story for another time. This evening should be about *Us*.\" He chuckled. \"It's not necessary - no - more of a cultural norm I don't mind indulging... You don't have to wear any of it though, your rainwing scales dot your body like precious garnets whenever I get under your scales anyways.~\" The artist rolled his eyes and pulled Romeo in or a kiss to silence the worries spilling from his mouth- only pulling back to look him in the eyes. \"Seems after all the time we've spent together; I've finally found a way to shut your worrying snout up... Seriously. You look *Fine* - I don't care what other dragons think of me when they see me with you..\n\n. You make me feel beautiful in ways no one else has - ever.\" He chortled and gently tapped Romeo's head with his tail. \"Listen- I'll accept being lovers after a day - but getting *Married* - you're going to have to give me some time to think that one over.\" With a grin, he spun around and started his walk to the door - waiting at the ledge for Romeo with a soft smile. \n\nThe flight back to the plaza was uneventful - though Ametrine was able to pick out the best restaurant - an older looking place that was busy with the hubbub of dragons of all varieties - though still mostly skywings, that was a given due to the location. A waiter stepped over - he was violet skywing with a surprised expression on his face - recognizing not only Ametrine - but Romeo as well as the waiter sat them at a table outside under the sunset and stars that were fading into view - Ametrine jokes. \"And just so you know - the musician's mine.\" He said with a scowl - blowing smoke and sparks fr4om his nostrils that shot the waiter away in an instant before smiling at Romeo. \"I thought I'd make it a little mor obvious than it was - I want the whole kingdom - no - all of Pyrrhia to know how I feel about you. I'm not ashamed of you, Romeo.\" He held his talons over the table and let their tails twine again under the table. \"If someone says *Anything* - you know I won't hesitated to burn their face beyond recognition anyways~\" Ametrine felt an edge of romance creeping over his heart as he leaned in and kissed Romeo again - each time better than the last- only interrupted by the sound of the half-terrified waiter coming back to take their orders. Ametrine ordered the spiciest dish on the menu of course - and there was a great deal of time before their food would be ready. Plenty of time for Ametrine to spend realizing how much he loved the sandrain in front of him - no longer letting his subconscious hold him back or tell him it was wrong to be in love with *Anyone*."
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{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "Morganite and Moonstone, wanderers by nature, had eventually found their way to the Claws of the Clouds mountain range, messily chasing a goose, their combined laughter echoing across the rocks every time they barely dodged a solid collision.\n\"Get it together!\" Morganite laughed, beating his wing loyally against the sheer cliff they had just avoided crashing into, clinging to the side like a limpet. \"I'm hungry!\"\n\"Hi Hungry-\"\n\"Don't do it-\"\n*\"I'm Moonstone!\"* His brother cackled, tossing his head back and nearly throwing them both off the rocks.\n\"Oh my stars, you're the *Worst!\"* Morganite shook his head, then pointed to their quickly-escaping dinner with mock anger. \"Look what you did, you- you *Fiend!* Now we have to go back on an empty stomach.\"\n\"What? Oh.\" The two began their ascent, a lifetime of practice allowing them to easily fall into tandem as they dropped off the rocky face and coasted along the mountain, landing on a flatter surface and shaking themselves off. \"Ah, don't worry, Hungry. We'll get the next one.\" Morganite groaned loudly."
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "The young icewing that hid nearby was, evidently, just as hungry as the two- if not hungrier. Seeing the goose so fully focused on running from the- two-headed dragon? She'd care about that part later- it was as if her body was seized by the primeval instinct to hunt, forcing her small, tired frame to launch at the feathered meat with amazing speed. She had never been good at it, but when situations were this dire she had no choice but to hunt down anything she could, even if it was sent her way by pure chance and it wasn't rightfully hers. Her jaws clamped around its neck, and when she was sure that it was dead she let go, heaving and rasping. Her first instinct was not to rip the bird apart, though she wanted to- she brought her talons to the gold-speckled object near her chest, looking it over until she was content it hadn't been disturbed in any great amount by the movement she made.\nIt then occured to her that maybe she should pay the other dragon(s? She wasn't quite sure) present some mind, which she did, locking her eyes onto the pair in anticipation of.. *Something.*"
},
{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "The two lifted their heads at the same time at the sound of such violent goose-distress, curiously following the noise until they were a few dragon-lengths away from a ragged, tired-looking Icewing.\n\"Aw man! There goes dinner,\" Moonstone whined, but cut himself short when Morganite shot him a particularly venomous look. Instead he huffed, irritated smoke drifting from his nostrils, but said nothing as Morganite called out: \"Hi! Hello! We come in peace!\" Morganite waved his talon in the air, as if the Icewing hadn't already spotted the pair. They advanced slowly, interrupting each other's steps to jostle their opposite head and wing.\n\"Yeah!\" Moonstone added, fighting to avoid the claws grabbing for his snout. \"And because we're really nice, you can keep the goose!\" \n\"Shut *Up,\"* Morganite groaned. \"Don't mind him, he's an idiot!\" Moonstone stuck his tongue out, retaliating with his own claws, which resulted in a slap-fight between the brothers."
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "She was... Overcome with confusion, mostly, but still on edge. She rattled the spines her back as a warning call, narrowing her eyes. \"...Hello. Thank you, for the goose. We- *I* Needed it.\" \nTruthfully, it made her feel better to accept the meal- not that it showed. Her heart shed layers of guilt as she was given permission to keep it, satisfied that she hadn't stolen it from the pair. \n\"I'm.. Er, my name is Floe. You can have some goose, if you want, So that I can show my thanks.\" She stated at their necks for a while after she said that. She wasnt trying to be rude- ***Really*** Wasn't, but this was the first time she'd ever even thought two dragons could be connected like this. Did they share a stomach?? Did they have to eat for two? She hoped not. She wasn't entirely keen on giving them *Two* Portions of bird, even if she *Had* Offered."
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{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "Yeah! If you wouldnt mind starting :,) that'd be awesome"
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*The large intimidating looking hybrid was making his way across the rocky face of the skywing mountains. He had to go further and further away from the safety of his cave to find food as he'd been hunting all the goats near his home. The boy was big and had to eat a lot to maintain himself. He was used to starving for long periods of time and could handle the pain- thanks to his adoptive mother.. But he found it much more pleasant to eat when he was hungry.* \n\n*The hybrid was massive and scary looking with his scarred and worn scales. He was huge even for dragon standards. He also had a resting grump face despite not feeling particularly angry. He just looked like that. He never really had to practice facial expressions because he'd never really socially interacted before. He paused for a moment and scanned the area. No luck finding anything still. He sighed. Maybe he'd have better in the forest. He hadn't been there before.. There probably wasn't many dragons- right?*"
},
{
"author": "untoastedbreadslice",
"message": "SORRY I FORGOR\nI'm going berrypicking with my family but I'll get back to it asap!"
},
{
"author": "Atlas",
"message": "[ \nWhat he failed to do, though, was notice the large hybrid aroumd the next curve. He nearly carrened into him, but narrowly jumped out of the way before slowing to a stop. \"Geez, sorry!\" He chirped, spinning around. He hadn't realized he'd have to look directly up at this dragon, but he supposed that's what putting a tiny silkwing next to a very large skywing hybrid would do. He noticed Frostfire's scars, adding to the intimidating aura he gave off. While Atlas himself had a few nicks, the most prominent across his snout, it was nothing compared to this one's battered appearance. Atlas's nose looked more like he'd run into a wall and bashed his face open (which he would promptly deny, should anyone be curious). \n\"You look angry,\" He noticed loudly.\nHis antennae twitched thoughtfully, but he didn't have much else to say- even his apology had come across as rushed. He had places to be, his mind declared! How dare this interesting-looking dragon get in his way?"
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*Frostfire barely noticed the fact somebody had almost bumped into him. Until the stranger spoke up. He quickly turned his head to look down at Atlas. He stopped in his tracks.* \"Huh?\" *He said in a confused tone. He looked like he could snap atlas in half. The size difference was.. Comical.* \"Did I.. Bump you? Sorry.\" \n\n*Despite his intimidating presence- the hybrid seemed calm and apologetic. Not at all like he was gonna start a fight.* \"Angry?\" *He tilted his head.* \"I'm not angry.\" *He stated in a rather unconvincing way thanks to his resting grump face and deep scratchy voice. He then paused.* \"You have four wings.\" *He pointed out. He had never seen a dragon with four wings. Frosty wasn't.. The best at social interaction. In fact.. This was probably his first real social interaction ever.* \"Are you one of those.. Uhm- I forget the name. Pantlion dragons.?\" *He unknowingly butchered the name of pantala.*"
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{
"author": "Atlas",
"message": "[ \nHe hummed with curiousity, insistence in his tone as he repeated his statement. \"Well, you look it.\" By the time he said it, he was starting to believe Frostfire a bit more- he didn't *Act* Angry, it just the look on his face that implied it."
},
{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LKNG AND WAS SHORT IVE BEEN BUSY SRY"
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "\"Oh. I didn't notice.\" *He then frowned slightly.* \"I look angry? Sorry. I'm not trying to.\" *He shook his head. He tried to make himself look less angry but.. It didn't work out so well. He wasn't good with facial expressions. He ended up giving up after a few moments of failure.* \"So.. What are you doing in Phyrria? I haven't seen any dragons from the other continent before.\" *He was curious.*"
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite had found the cave earlier just as rain pelted down, drooping her wings as she tried to fight the storm. The storm, though, seemed to laugh, thundering the skies with louder claps and rain turning icy cold, threatening to hail. The lightning, though, had stricken her path toward the cave. She grumbled as she yielded, rain getting underneath her armour and making her terribly uncomfortable. Swooping down from the mountains into a ravine, she dragged her sorry tail toward a cave, her wings drooped and herself in violent shivers. She found some odd coal around, perhaps identifying the product because of her miner brother who would rattle on about minerals and resources like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Deep in the cave, she blew flames that eventually caught, a small fire crackling and warming her tired scales."
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "Just as the fire caught, a rather large dragon flew into the cave. Well.. Flew was a pretty big overstatement. Rather, she crashed into the cave entrance, hissing in pain but getting up quickly. His eyes narrowed, keeping weight off of his right arm as it had gotten hurt during the storm. She shook herself off not unlike a dog, huffing out smoke and hesitating as he noticed the fire.\n\"Who's there?\"\nShe commanded, voice completely unwavering. But beneath the stern nature, he sounded concerned. Extremely concerned, but not for himself."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She hissed, instincts overrunning her and jumping into the shadows at the big sihlouette the dragon emitted. Regaining her composure, she stalked the dragon with her eyes, taking a step into the light. \"Who am I? *You're* The one in SkyWing territory.\" She snarled, baring her teeth which seemed sharper than the average SkyWing. Azurite knew the dragon was foreign from sihlouette alone, though couldn't pinpoint what tribe she was from. \"If anything,\" She continued, narrowing her eyes, \"I should be asking who are you and what you're doing in SkyWing territory, forigner.\" She spat the word like venom, though wasn't entirely sure if those were her own thoughts. Nethertheless she stood rigid and prepared for what insued."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Srry for no paragraphs my dicord won't allow them /"
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "\"'Foreigner'?! How dare you!\"\nShe growled, baring her fangs in return. His saliva was black, the same colour as Rainwing venom, but... He didn't have any scary snake-like Rainwing fangs.\n\"I'm here on vacation, if you *Must* Know. I wasn't aware that Skywings were in the habit of being so rude to their guests!\"\nHis saliva slowly dripped out of his mouth, some splattering against the walls of the cave as she talked. It didn't seem nearly as deadly as other Rainwing's venom, and he was far too bulky to be a full Rainwing. She took a step towards her, flaring out his wings and making him look even bigger than she already was."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"I'm merely taking precautions, as is the role of a soldier.\" She commented flatly, ignoring the comments. Her piercing yellow eyes glanced down to the droping saliva, but quickly looked up and met his eyes as she crept closer toward the fire, growling quietly. From the little abundants of flickering firelight, she could make out more depth of the dragon, examining her feautures better. Azurite probably should have yielded at her flare of his wings, but she stood put. \"And how am I supposed to trust.. *That.*\" Azurite remembered her Mothers lessons clearly, and she wouldn't go against them, her pride wouldn't allow it. \"Any of your words can be traced by lies.\""
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "\"Ex*Cuse* You?! Lies? Just when I thought that the tribes were starting to get along.\"\nShe snapped, tilting her head up and looking down his snout at her with disdain. He hesitated, before looking away and sighing heavily. She looked out at the storm, grumbling and laying down, curling up near the entrance. He snarled to himself.\n\"... I lost a dragonet in the storm. I've been trying to look for her ever since, but.. It's impossible to fly, let alone even see in that mess.\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She hesitated at the vunrubility showing, but knew it wasn't meant for her even if he had not said for reason for so. She readjusted her wings but did not sit down, unready to show vunrubility. \"That's rough.\" Was all she said, her voice somewhat subdued. She looked out to the storm where wind swirled relentlessly and rain pelted, knowing it was no place for a dragon, let alone a dragonet. Perhaps it was her reigns of childhood so easily lost that kept her quiet. \"I'm sure they'll be fine.\" She said tentivally, a hint of dismissal lining her voice.\nShe flinched at some lightning that cackled through the cave, and Azurite allowed the sound to sharpen her mind rather than to be subdued to the clutches of nostalgia. She offered no comforting words as she started again, \"Who are you, anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "She hissed loudly, suddenly glaring over to Azurite over his shoulder, tail flicking in annoyance as it curled in on itself angrily. \n\"Have you seen it out there?! It's a death trap! I nearly broke my wrist just trying to get in here! Are you truly so callous that you don't care about a dragonet that could very easily be dead?!\"\nHe snarled, getting up, his talons scratching up the rocky floor of the cave. \n\"I'm a guard of the Night Kingdom, and I suggest that you show a bit more empathy before I pump your body full of venom, stuff you full of rocks and toss you into the ocean!\""
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "~~I'm watching a movie rn so I'm a bit distracted, that's why I'm so slow w/ responding HDGHD~~"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She hissed, flinching back a step. \"Please, do me the honour of killing me now before berrating more,\" She snarled, growling. \"Besides, I quite like the ocean.\" A memory threatened to arise and she trampled it down, lashing her tail. Looking up at the much taller dragon, she felt something deep inside she didn't want to admit. *Fear.* Ignoring this feeling as best she could, she clenched her jaw and hesitated for a moment before announcing: \"Well, o' mighty 'guard of the Night Kingdom,' what *Brilliant* Plans do you decipher on finding the dragonet?\" She scowled, a wing gestering to the relentles storm at the opening in the cave which revealed such a stark contrast to the warm, dry cave."
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "Her frills stood up on end, suddenly making themselves known. She seemed to take up the entire cave as her anger grew, wings spreading once again and tail lashing from side to side in rage. The flames of the fire danced in his deep red eyes, his forked tongue dripping with dangerous spit as he spoke, voice booming in the small cavern.\n\"We are going to look for her! And because of your incompetence and lack of respect, you *Will* Help me, and I *Will* Be reporting this to your superior. Perhaps even your *Queen*. I'm sure they'd adore hearing about how incompetent and crude you have been to a visitor of your kingdom. You *Will* Help me find her, and when we do, you will be the most courteous you have been in your entire pathetic life. Do you understand me?\"\nShe asked, more rhetorical than anything else. He was like an enraged but caring teacher in how she scolded her."
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite stepped back once again, fear flashing through her eyes before she managed to subdue her expression. Sighing as if dragon were meerly an annoying fly -once again controlling her emotions so only anger and resentment showed - she gave a stiff nod, worried if she were to speak her voice would waver or worse she couldn't speak. Though the forced agreement, she wouldn't go back on her word, not because of the guards demeaning stature but because of her own morals. Readjusting her wings and pulling the straps on her armour tighter so the closeness provided more warmth (little as it was), she trod toward the opening and was met by a cold, harsh wind. After grumbling some curses her squinted eyes looked back, somehow narrowing further as she saw the hybrid. \"Well? 'Ya comin'?\""
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "He calmed a bit as the other finally conceded. He sighed heavily, nodding. She stepped to be beside her, glancing to her and shouting over the wind.\n\"Are you?\"\nHe retorted. He spread her wings, crouching before launching herself into the turbulent air. He immediately got knocked around, just barely being able to stay airborne as she tried to get away from the cliff face, not wanting to get thrown into it and break something. He doubted that his niece could have gotten too far away from the ravine, and hoped that she was able to find another cave. She almost had to scream to make sure Azurite heard him.\n\"If you see any other caves or outcroppings, check there!!\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite was dumbfounded that she was willing to fly in such weather. Perhaps she herself should have suggested staying to the ground but didn't feel to do so, considering most dragons were *Smart.* Tucking her wings closer, she managed not to grumble and replied:\n\nAlright!\" Not because she was willing to agree, but to argue in this weather was nonsense. Keeping her body low to the ground and wings close to her body, she jumped onto another rock surface, spreading her wings for balance as her talons on the slippery surface threatened to lose grip. Being in this ravine some times before she knew some strange entrances to caves which were easily assesiable from foot. Flattening her wings once again, her squinted eyes tried to make out anything but rain. She blew some fumes of fire to try assist her, even as the rain easily spat it out."
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "After a while of searching, close to thirty minutes, her large ears perked up- or, as perked up as they could get in the wind. He seemed to hear something that Azurite didn't, because he suddenly dove, managing to break her fall with his thick side, though it would leave a very nasty bruise. She got up immediately, rushing into a small outcropping and almost disappearing under it."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Hearing a *Whoosh* Of wind which seemed somewhat unatural, Azurite turned her head, watching as he swooped down as gracefully as the wind would allow her (which wasn't much considering the landing.) Been left alone, Azurite wondered if she should leave but realised she'd have her scales for breakfast if so. Besides, she have him her word. Preparing for flight, she half glided half fell down, injuring a wingtip in the process as well as parts of her tail. Giving credit to her armour, she followed slowly, lighting the path with small plunes of fire."
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "He was cradling a small pink dragonet in his arms, rocking them back and forth gently. Both of them looked like they were crying, but it was hard to tell since they were both dripping wet. They were both visibly shivering, clutching onto each other tightly.\n\"Pygmy, Pygmy, oh my moons. Are you sure you're alright? You're alright?\"\nShe worried, cupping the little dragonet's face between his talons."
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "She nodded, whimpering and clutching onto Blackberry dependently.\n\"I'm okay, I'm alright, I think.. I think. It's so wet out here!\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"I see you've found the dragonet,\" Azurite said, intruding on the moment. She flapped her wings, the excess water flying off, though her wing membranes were irritably damp. She eyed the two with an impassive expression, a glint of curiousity in her eyes."
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "She glanced to her, giving a soft snarl.\n\"I trust you remember what I told you.\"\nHe glared, before sighing and looking back to the dragonet.\n\"It is very wet out here, yes.. We found a cave, it'll be useful. Don't worry, we'll be out of this soon, and when this storm ends, we can go and get some chocolate, alright? And I'll tell you some more stories. Maybe we can even find some new books when we get to the"
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "Her eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly, smiling. She seemed distracted pretty easily. The little dragonet looked over to Azurite in intrigue.\n\"Hi! Who are you?\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"Soldier Azurite of the SkyWings,\" She announced, bowing toward the dragonet and spreading her wings then standing upright, mirth in her eyes as she thought how the older hybrid may feel to her sudden formality."
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "Surprisingly, she looked... Rather pleased. Well, not pleased, but certainly relieved. He gave her a look that said 'thank you', giving another sigh and wiping some droplets away from Pygmy's face."
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "\"That's a cool name! I'm Pygmy.\" \nShe bowed in return, before giggling and grinning up to the two.\n\"Thank you for helping Berry find me!\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite felt estranged to the reaction, but gave him a subtle nod, turning her attention to the dragonet once again. \" I didn't do much, but it was...\" *An honour?* She had been forced to do such. \"My duty.\" She glanced to the older hybrid. *Berry.* \"Shall we return to the cave? It's rather wet in here afterall.\""
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "She tilted her head, her antennae flicking a bit. She nodded, humming slightly and looking to Blackberry.\n\"Can we?\""
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "\"Of course.\"\nHe nodded, smiling to Pygmy. She pulled her into his arms, making sure she was secure before turning to Azurite.\n\"Ready.\""
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite wrinkled her snout at the rain she'd have to endevour. Why had this storm not yet subsided? Muttering curses under her breath that were easily swept away by the wind, she walked up against the wind as rain thrashed at her. She had her head bowed, wings tight to her body and clenched talons as she gripped the stone. She had soon passed the other side of the ravine, passed the cave, and back to the wind, she lifted her wings, flapping awkwardly as she went with the wind. Going through some narrow bits, she scathed some fingers, hissing as she did so. She managed to get toward the entrance with a crash which she quickly brushed off, entering the cave with a scowl."
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "He followed, keeping relatively close. She waited until Azurite was safely in the cave before lifting off. He was about halfway to the cave when he was hit with a small hailstone. She paused about as well as possible midair, confused about what had hit her- until more started pelting down. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening, and she quickly scrambled in the air to get to the cave, just barely making it in without getting knocked out cold by hail. She growled to himself, head low as she trudged into the cavern, curling up and shivering near the fire with Pygmy.\n\"It's hailing... Thank the moons I didn't tear a wing or anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite glanced at her companion, wondering if he was talking to the dragonet. No response from Pygmy denied her thought. \"And I thought it was the worst without the hail.\" She let out an amused, somewhat cynical chuckle.\nAzurite trodded off and grabbed a few more bits of coal then laid it on the fire, blowing flames to kickstart a bigger, warmer fire rather than wait 'til the caught alight naturally."
}
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{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "He chuckled just a bit, shaking her head. She hadn't even been remotely happy until now. He had a very low laugh. It seemed to reverberate around the cave, but it was very.. Motherly. Comforting. Warm, just like the fire. \n\"Yeah, me too.\"\nHe looked to Pygmy, very carefully preening her antennae so they wouldn't get damaged.\n\"I wonder how Ghostshark's doing. I'm sure she's alright, hm? Perhaps we can see her after this.\""
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "Her eyes completely lit up.\n\"Oh! Oh, sure! I'd love that, yes please! We haven't seen Ghost in so long.\"\nPygmy turned to Azurite, grinning.\n\"Would you like to come with?\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She blinked, glancing up at Berry as she considered the dragonets request. She noticed how motherly Berry was, him being so tender with love to the dragonet whom clearly loved her mother. Oh how she missed her guardians love, undying and sweet in his tender ways. Looked away for a moment, letting the memory leave. Focusing on the dragonets question, she turned her head back, glancing to and from Berry and Pygmy, deciding on an answer. Although she knew her duties for the Sky Kingdom, she didn't want to light to dim out of Pygmy's eyes just yet, so she just gave a small smile and asked: \"Ghostshark?\""
},
{
"author": "Pygmy",
"message": "\"Yeah, Ghostshark! I just call her Ghost. She's super cool, she works with sea stuff! She's a Seawing too. I'm super jealous! The Night Kingdom has such cool lakes and I can't even explore them.\"\nShe sighed, dramatically sad for a moment before perking back up.\n\"You could totally come along! We're going back to the Night Kingdom after this, then the Sea Kingdom, then back home!\""
},
{
"author": "Blackberry",
"message": "She smiled, glancing between the two.\n\"I usually wouldn't say this, but.. I can never say no to this little bean.\"\nHe grinned, gently squeezing Pygmy's cheek adoringly.\n\"If you want to, you can come along. Maybe a vacation is what you need, hm?\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She was suddenly weary. She didn't like to think of SeaWings, *Talking* To one would be terrible. Azurite offered a smile, mostly for her own sake, though it looked forced. \"I'll... Consider it.\" Her amber eyes looked toward a wall, readjusting her wings to be closer to herself as her armour suddenly felt too tight. She laid down, resting her head the surprisingly cold stone floor."
}
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{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "Sulfur was doing an excavation on some old homes in the ravine, Key word was, now he was trying to talk down three larger dragons trying to take his money \"H-Hey... Come on we don't have to steal... Do we?\" The lead dragon pushed Sulfur down as the two others began to ransack the site\n\nThe lead dragon snarled as he kicked sulfur in the face, sulfur made a small squeak and a grunt as he was hit"
},
{
"author": "asmodeusfangs",
"message": "DeathsHead \n{ ——— }\n\n*A shifting presence found itself peering down the cliff sides of the ravine. A shadow of large oddly shaped wings complimenting the looming figure, gazing down with assessment of the situation. Their head tilted as they watched the fight start, and they slipped down from the cliff and into the scene. It was like a gust of wind as she had the lead dragon pinned, swift and silent, forced beneath her front claws as she looked at the other dragons involved in the commotion.* \" I am hoping we can have some sensibilities here. There's better places to be thieving, I am certain of that. \" *She states rather flatly, her claws barely graze the dragon beneath her talons, no interest in killing, just using them to get the situation under control. The silkwings expression wasn't visible, tucked beneath a mask and cloak, leaving her somewhat unreadable aside from her stern, but warning words.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "The three dragons turn to look at her 'Beat it, this doesn't involve you' the lead dragon snarled as he turned to face Deathshead, the two other dragons snarled and bared there teeth at her\n\nHe readjusted his glasses as he looked at the new dragon, he gulped as the three other dragons looked at each other, then back to Deathshead"
},
{
"author": "asmodeusfangs",
"message": "DeathsHead \n{ ——— }\n\n*The Silkwings neck cranes as she tilts her head at them, seemingly judging their choice in this, before she rests her wings back.* \" I don't think it matters, whether this involves me, I think we have two choices here. We can all be reasonable and leave this dragon alone \" *She starts, pausing to gesture to Sulfur* \" Or we can have a problem \" *She continued, looking back at the two other dragons.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "He scurried off behind a ruined wall, clearly grabbing something, the two other dragons began to advance to her, teeth bared and ready to fight\n\nOne of the two dragons lept at Deathshead, going for her throat"
},
{
"author": "asmodeusfangs",
"message": "DeathsHead \n{ ——— }\n\n*She didn't hesitate to pounce beneath the dragon leaping for her, bracing her horns against their underside and forcing them onto their back. Once she had them down she thumped her legs right against the sides of their chest, an action that wouldn't kill them, but would leave them knocked out* ( yes this is a real thing, claps my hands in pride ) *She used her kick against them for momentum to pounce for the second dragon.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "The second dragon looked in horror and tried to brace himself, yet to no avail, he took the brunt of Deathheads leap head on, the leader growled as he searched for something to use as a weapon\n\nSulfur had found a club, and was holding onto it, waiting for the lead dragon to focus all of his attention on Deathshead before making his move"
},
{
"author": "asmodeusfangs",
"message": "DeathsHead \n{ ——— }\n\n*The silkwing was focused on the second dragon, a talon gripping the sides of their throat. Back talons holding them down. She didn't seem to be unwary of the lead dragon, but there wasn't a way to read how she planned to handle him, her priority being subduing the second dragon.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "The second dragon squirmed and struggled against Deathhands grip, trying to push her off, yet to no avail, the leader now roared as he went to attack Deathshead, only for Deathshead to her a thunk, and the lead dragon slumps over, sulfur had hit him over the head with the club"
},
{
"author": "asmodeusfangs",
"message": "DeathsHead \n{ ——— }\n\n*The dragoness gave a hum of approval as Sulfur hit the lead dragon, humming as she tightened her grip and forced the second dragon into unconsciousness. She gave a satisfied purr as she slinked away from the three unconscious dragons, before looking over at Sulfur.* \" I'd recommend you get out of here before they awaken, I felt lucky trusting you to hit that dragon over the head and you actually managing to do so. \" *She said, some shade in her words but she doesn't lay it on too aggressively.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"I-I-I still have my research to do here... But thank you... I have some rope I could tie them up with for now, and I'm almost down with my research anyway! Just a few more notes and I'll be gone, thank you again!\" He reached for his coin/scale purse"
},
{
"author": "asmodeusfangs",
"message": "*She raised a brow at him mentioning rope, before shaking her head.* \" I can handle that actually. \" *She said, wringing her silk from her wrists before backing herself up to the lead dragon. She carefully started working on tying the large dragon up, watching her work.* \" What are you researching? \" *She chirped up to the fellow dragon.*"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Ancient skywings, this is one of there oldest settlements on Pantala, as far as I am aware, thank you again, here\" He gave her a small sack of [insert worlds currency here] \"For saving me"
},
{
"author": "asmodeusfangs",
"message": "DeathsHead \n{ ——— }\n\n\" Phyrria you mean, but of course, I had little reason to *Not* Intervene \" *She said with a hum, taking the sack with grace and nestling it into a pocket in her hood. She had only paused for a moment before finishing up tying the lead dragon, moving on casually to another.* \" Admittedly I know little about Phyrrian history, rainwings indulge little in speaking of the topic, and scrolls come rarely in their territory \" *She rambled slightly in a response to him studying ancient Skywings*"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Oh! I could tell you so much about Phyrria's history! But... Those guys would probably wake up while I'm rambling, thank you again! What's your name?\""
}
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{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "A pale, pinkish dragon stood beside the lake, dual heads bobbing and peering into the water. Their bickering could be heard from quite a ways off: \"You have to hold still!\" \"I *Am* Holding still, it's *Your* Claws that are twitching!\" \"Well, they wouldn't be twitching if you weren't so unbalanced!\" \"Me?! I'm not the one with the half-spread wing, smoke-breath!\" \nMoonstone and Morganite had gone to the lake to practice their fishing, which was an abysmal task when you only had control of half your body. The two couldn't seem to decide whether or not they felt comfortable enough to fully delve into the lake, or if they would take their chances fishing from the shore. This resulted in frustrations rising and a shouting match between the two heads that didn't seem to be ending any time soon."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "It was a peaceful day for the two before something blocked out the sun above them a near pitch black dragon flying through the sky a massive dragon at that nearly bigger than an adult skywing but this dragon clearly was not a skywing. The dragon looked down towards the two headed being tilting its head before diving down landing roughly fifty talons away from the two headed dragon. \n\nAt a quick glance this unknown dragon could be mistaken as a nightwing but as the dragon approached and her bioluminecent scales were visible as a wonderful deep blue pattern on her wing membrane could now be seen her bioluminecent scales were also all different colors. There were more spikes and this seawing just in general looked more menacing than a normal seawing her royal purple eyes scanning the two headed dragon. This was the unmistakable Trencher Seawing, a super rare varient of the seawing race only those hatched at the absolutely bottom of the sea had the chance to be this way.\n\nThe seawing being at head height with the skywing tilted her head a noble horn ring embroided with black opal on her right horn. The seawing began to stalk around the skywing studying it closely."
},
{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "The two stopped their bickering at the massive shadow, looking up in unison. Two pair of heterochromic eyes mirrored each other on two similar faces.\n\"What're you lookin' at?\" The red-horned head snapped, twisting and turning to see around his brother, one claw scratching at the shore as he tried to turn their body. \"It's rude to stare, y'know!\" The other, differentiated by a darker snout and yellow horns, huffed at him and headbutted his neck in warning. Moonstone growled at his second half but didn't say anything more, just baring his teeth slightly at the stranger.\n\"Apologies for my brother,\" Morganite said, though he also tracked the large dragon's movements, pulling his wing tighter against their back, hind leg shuffling uncomfortably. \"But, er, if I may ask- what *Are* You doing? I understand we aren't exactly the normal skywing, but this is a bit...\" He hesitated to say *'rude,'* Wanting nothing less than to start a fight (if indeed this dragon was looking for one), but he had no other word for it. \"Excessive,\" Morganite stammered out instead."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"Seems like you both get along quite well.\"\n\nThe seawing replied her voice fit for a Queen the cord it struck throughout the area and the elegance in which she spoke only emphasizing the fact. But those two wouldn't know that she was the Queen of the Seawings. She stopped standing next to them looking down at them studying how the two controlled their body.\n\n\"It may be but I catch the same glares from others as I'm rather...*Dark.*\"\n\nWith Atlanta now standing next to the skywing the two could now see the spikes on her which were larger and there were a few more along her spine and tail and an added few on her wing tips. Her wing membrane looked like the ocean constantly changing colors from whatever way you looked at it, it could be blue, or purple, gray and black or all at once."
},
{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "\"Well, the secret to a happy relationship is to get plenty of time apart,\" Moonstone replied sarcastically, ignoring Morganite's quiet hiss of *\"Shut up!\"* \"Congratulations, we're all a bunch of misfits! What'dya want, a hug?\" \n\"Moonstone, so help me, if you don't shut up I will throw us both into the lake,\" Morganite snapped, reaching over to swat at his twin, trying to clamp his talons around the other's snout. Moonstone retaliated with a snap of his teeth, dragging the both of them to the ground as they scuffled with each other, tail whipping wildly as the two battered their own wings against each other.\n\"Cut it out!\" \"Then stop being a jerk!\" \"I'm *Not!\"* \"In what world are you not being rude?!\" \"You're the one picking a fight in front of strangers!\" \nAt that, Morganite quickly stopped, tugging them both up and clearing his throat as he brushed dirt and grass off their light scales. His expression betrayed his absolute mortification with darkened cheeks and ears.\n\"Quit blushing, you're making me lightheaded,\" Moonstone rolled his eyes, but sat up as well, shaking his claws out before offering them to the giant seawing with a mildly sardonic grin. \"Hi, I'm Moonstone. Pleasure to meet you.\"\n\"A-and I'm Morganite!\" The other blurted out, also offering his talon before realizing that she couldn't shake both and quickly withdrawing it."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"Atlanta...\"\n\n*The massive noble seawing spoke, her name was well known and maybe these two knuckleheads could figure out they were talking to the Queen of the Seawings. But maybe they wouldn't and Atlanta didn't mind one bit if they didn't figure it out as it allowed her to get even further into skywing territory without being outed as the Queen of the Seawings.*\n\n\"Pleasure meeting the two of you.\""
},
{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "Moonstone huffed when she didn't shake his hand, but brushed it off. His mood had obviously swung around from being grumpy and irritable to something more mischievous and playful. Without the bickering to keep him occupied, his dark-rimmed eyes wandered their surroundings, only half paying attention to the continued conversation.\n\"So, what brings a seawing so far inland?\" Morganite asked politely, changing the subject, and the two curled their tail around Morganite's claws as they sat. Moonstone kept his wing folded, but Morganite had a habit of letting his fall lax, and the two leaned slightly to the other side to offset the weight.\n\"And do you have any tips on fishing?\" Moonstone tuned back in, jabbing his thumb towards the lake. \"Or, better yet- got any fish?\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "*Atlanta didn't care to shake his talon because it would dirty her own with a tainted looking hybrid although that was just speculation in truth Atlanta just hadn't reacted.*\n\n\"A simple trek up one of your rivers it's been a while since I've seen the skywing palace.\"\n\n*Atlanta looked towards the lake and then at the skywing. Knowing that she could easily collect enough fish to feed those two for days if not weeks just from this small part of the lake alone.*\n\n\"You want fish? How much are you thinking as a pole is very ineffective in catching fish like the ones that inhabit this lake.\""
},
{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "\"I told you we should've used a spear,\" Moonstone grumbled to Morganite, who shook his head. \"Can't you hear? She said it was *In*Effective.\" \n\"Uh-\" Morganite cleared his throat again, putting on his polite, 'I am my brother's keeper' voice. \"What my brother means, is that it's difficult to catch them, since- well, we each control half the body,\" He explained, \"So it's harder to coordinate with such unpredictable prey.\"\n\"Yeah, plus we can't swim,\" Moonstone added. \"You ever try linking arms with someone and swimming? *Without* Being able to breathe underwater? 'S rough.\" They had avoided water like the plague when they were younger, too afraid of one of them panicking and not falling in sync with the other to ever go any deeper than their elbows. \"We'd *Die.* From drowning.\""
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{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"I understand what you mean, two dragons working in perfect unison is always tough I cannot imagine doing the same as a conjoined pair.\"\n\nAtlanta spoke shifting her wings, if the two were looking they could see pale royal marking all across her massive wings. But most of the seawing royals were of the blue zone variety. Although if the pair had taken any history lesson about the other tribes this would be the urban legend of the seawings. The rare \"Trencher\" Variant.\n\n\"How much fish would you like? I don't mind catching a few for you both.\"\n\nAtlanta began to study the water trying to figure out the best plan of attack to catch as much fish as she could. The massive seawing was much more suited to deep sea whale hunting but she could hunt for smaller fish quite easily."
},
{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "Moonstone's eyes lit up, and Morganite could practically feel the drool gathering in his jaws. \"I want five,\" Moonstone said enthusiastically, only tacking on a \"Please\" When he was swatted with the back of his brother's wing. Still, he eyed the lake hungrily, the tip of their shared tail twitching.\n\"Really, any is just- very nice of you,\" Morganite tried to cover for his twin's tactless blunder. \"We share a stomach so, uh, don't worry about feeding both of us. And- and thank you!\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta nodded looking towards the two thinking for a moment as she debated showing off just a little bit and well deciding that yes in fact this was a time to show off a little bit of her \"Abilites\" So Atlanta slowly took a step into the water her massive tail swishing back and forth as Moonstone and Morganite could see a little flash on her left horn ring followed by a loud crack of electricity coming from Atlantas snout. A few moments later Atlanta reached into the water and pulled out seven large salmon which to her were not very big but to a skywing who didn't understand fish they were quite large. The large seawing flicked her wings slightly before turning towards the two looking at them with a slight smirk on her snout.\n\n\"You won't have to worry about cooking them, unless you enjoy cooked salmon scales.\"\n\nShe spoke calmly setting down each salmon which seemed to have a bolt of electricity running from eye to dorsal fin."
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{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "\"I put all my gold on 'secret forbidden seawing magic,'\" Moonstone mumbled out the side of his mouth to his brother before diving into the salmon. Morganite rolled his eyes, but looked back to Atlanta.\n\"A Trencher...\" Morganite let his brother fill their belly, much more interested in the massive dragon herself. While he wasn't the most studious of dragons, Morganite did enjoy a good scroll every now and then, mainly of the fantastical genre, and a good portion of the ones the pair owned came from the Seawings. He had classics written by Queen Coral herself (copies only, of course), such as *'The Missing Princess,'* *'The Tragedy of Orca,'* And *'A Tail of Blood,'* Which was his personal favorite.\nHis eyes landed on the flashing marks under her wings and Morganite cocked his head to the side. \"What did that mean?\" He asked, nodding his head to her wing. \"It was Aquatic, right?\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta smirked raising her right wing to show the royal pattern if they didn't know who she was before they were about to as Atlanta shifted standing to her full height looking down at them before speaking.\n\n\"As you two seem as clueless as a dragonet let me clue you in on a few things.\"\n\nAtlanta lit up the royal marking again while shifting her wing letting them get a good view of the marking.\n\n\"My name is Queen Atlanta of the Seawings, the first and only Queen to hatch in the Yeveal Trench the deepest known point in the sea... Hence why I am refered to as a Trencher as I was hatched at the bottom of the sea.\"\n\nAtlanta wasn't subtle in revealing that she was the Queen that they were talking to in fact quite the opposite since the two just didn't understand that they were speaking to a Queen."
},
{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "Morganite's eyes widened and he tugged his wing up against their back. They were talking to a *Queen?* And she *Fished for them?!* He was nearly hyperventilating at the realization. Moonstone, on the other hand, bared his teeth at her condescending words, though the effect wasn't as effective with salmon clinging to his jaws.\n\"Who're you calling a dragonet?\" He snarled, lashing their tail through the dirt. \"So what if we can't breathe fire? Neither can you! C'mon Mo, we can take 'er-\"\n\"That's *Queen* Atlanta, you idiot! Be quiet and bow!\" Morganite reached up to once again grab at his brother's snout, trying to force him to duck his head. Moonstone shoved him off, leaning as far to the opposite side as he could to continue talking.\n\"No- I don't care who she is or why she's here, she *Ain't* My queen, and she *Ain't* Gotta be so rude!\" Moonstone spat at his brother, a plume of spoke spewing between each word. \n\"You never know when to shut up, do you?!\" Morganite wanted to curl up and disappear, and it was obvious by the look on his face. Moonstone hissed quietly at his brother before turning his scowl back to the Seawing.\n\"Thanks for the fish. We'll take it as a premature *Apology* For talkin' to us like that,\" He sniffed, then tried to jerk the two of them to the side. Morganite refused to go, digging his claws in and pulling back.\n\"I- I am sorry, your majesty, he's- he's not a bad dragon! I swear!\""
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "Atlanta shook her head lightly before letting out a rather loud laugh her voice shaking the ground due to her sheer size which led to her lungs being bigger and thus she was a lot louder than a normal dragon even when talking normally although she did try to be quiet most of the time.\n\n\"You're not the first nor are you the last to have a response like that Moonstone now don't be too brash I only tried to hint at it before revealing who I actually was.\"\n\nAtlanta held herself in high regard and she actually quite liked Morganite so she didn't exactly want to do anything to him given that Moonstone was attached and well she did actually quite like how the two got along just like a pair of twins she once watched over.\n\n\"Don't worry Morganite don't apologize its quite alright.\""
},
{
"author": "Morganite & Moonstone",
"message": "\"She- she's *Laughin'* At us!\" Moonstone sputtered to his twin, ears drooping. It wouldn't be the first time, but usually his instigations led to a scuffle, at the very least. This was... Disheartening. \n\"That's because you act worse than a moon-drunk *Clown.\"* Morganite got a light slap to the cheek for that but opted to be the bigger dragon and ignore it, instead dipping his long neck down to rest his snout on the ground, tucking his claws under his chest and spreading his wing low to the ground. As low as he could, anyways, with half his torso remaining upright.\n\"If you ever do anything for me, do this,\" Morganite hissed, glaring at his twin from the corner of one brown eye.\nMoonstone huffed and curled his claws in, bending his elbow and leaning to the side to allow Morganite his formalities. But he would *Not* Bow. Not even for the salmon. Though... Maybe he would drop his wing out. Just a little. But *Not* Out of respect, and *Only* Because that lightning trick was cool. \"Fine. But I'm not lettin' you buy whatever stupid thing catches your eye next,\" He grumbled."
},
{
"author": "eliterosehip",
"message": "\"Rise both of you I don't expect you to be formal about this after all we are just by a lake so there is no need to be formal.\"\n\nAtlanta motioned for the two to rise back to their talons she smiled slightly flicking her tail back and forth in the lake since she was still almost a little sumberged... Well only slightly given just the back half of her massive tail was in the lake sending waves crashing up against the far ends of the shore."
}
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{
"author": "Echo",
"message": "Echo had flown out here, hesitant to grumble about her wings aching because of the lack of minds that infiltrated her so often. It was morning, and she was looking for a place to rest before harsh sunbeams made her squint in the light. The lakes' water gently sloshed over the banks and fish in the clear waters opened oppurtunities to prey, and after a couple of tries, she had triumphently returned to the shoreline with a small snack, blowing careful flames to simmer the scales.\n\nGnawing on the flesh, her mind recalled another dragon. She groaned, seemingly everywhere she went there was someone intruding her mind. Sure- it was nice at times to know whether or not to leave quickly, but it still bothered her. Sighing and rubbing her temples, she raised her head, listening out for the dragon, ear flicking on occasion as she waited patiently."
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "Caldera landed nearby, seeing her.\nThe rather small Skywing walked over to her.\n\n\"Hello miss!\"\n\nThe Skywing smiled softly, sitting down next to the Nightwing.\n\n\"How are you doing on this fine, early morning?\"\n\nThis was... Strange... Usually Skywings were these big, mean, rude, and aggressive dragons.\nBut he was small and very nice and kind."
},
{
"author": "Echo",
"message": "She winced, taking a step back at the loud noise of his mind, shaking her head slightly. Clearing her throat, she returned the gesture, tipping her wings down to show greeting. \n\n\"Just abit tired, but that's all, really.\"\nHis mind was interesting, she considered SkyWings as aggressive dragons- but the last encounter she had with a SkyWing wasn't so terrifying so she considered him with a tilt of her head."
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "\"I can understand that\"\n\nHe smiled softly, laying down and closing his eyes.\nIn his mind, he was thinking about rain.\nHe was probably the only Skywing that loved rainy weather\n\n\"Question. What is your favorite kind of weather? Mine is rain!\""
},
{
"author": "Echo",
"message": "She smiled softly his mind and words cluttering over eachother. \n\"I like foggy weather,\" She recalled, thinking of the comforting blanket of cloud, the smell of participation and the coolness that touched her scales from her spine to her wing membrane."
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "\"Oooo, I like foggy every now and then\"\n\nHe smiled, then saw rain clouds forming\n\n\"Oh thank the moons! It hasn't rained in so long\""
},
{
"author": "Echo",
"message": "She, in turn, shuddered at the thought of rain, the excitement from the SkyWing's mind confusing her. Finishing off the fish, she discarded the head aside before looking around, eyes searching.\n\nThe grass, dry from the lack of rain, crunched under her feet as she moved away from the SkyWing, forgetting to say where she would be. Taking tender steps, she looked back at the SkyWing, tilting her head. \"Is there any shelter around? A cave- perhaps?\""
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "He was to distracted by the forming clouds.\nThen he snapped out of it and looked over at her.\n\n\"Hmm? Oh, yeah! Right over there miss\"\n\nHe pointed it a den right next to the lake, it was a perfect spot for the den"
}
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{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*The large hybrid was waking along the rocky face of the mountainside. His scarred, colorful hide stuck out amongst the grey landscape. He was trying to hunt for goats but wasn't having much luck. He had hunted all the goats around his cave to near extinction. The big boy had to eat to maintain himself. Even though he was used to starving for long periods of time.. Thanks to Flurry... He still preferred eating when he was hungry.* \n\n*He huffed as he turned to walk in a different direction. This was probably the furthest he had ventured from his cave in a long time. He was a bit paranoid. He felt his cave was safe. It was his home. His little corner that Flurry could never find him in. Now he was out in the open. Exposed. He paused and scanned the area. Looking for anything he could hunt. At this point he'd even take just a rabbit or two.*"
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "Sleet had been visiting Sanctuary to purchase alpaca wool for one of his kids, who had decided that they *Would* Be taking up yarn spinning, and the supplies from the mud kingdom were simply too low quality to work with, thank-you-very-much. He had his regular leather bag thrown over his shoulders, thumping against his chest with every wingbeat. Sleet passed over Jade Mountain on his return home, but paused at the sight of a rather oddly colored dragon. \n\nAllowing himself to drift lower, Sleet frowned. He looked... Young. Too young to share the scars of someone as old as himself, and Sleet didn't bother to fight the paternal instinct as he alighted a fair distance away, far enough to not be considered an immediate threat. The young dragon looked nervous, and he couldn't help but wonder what had him so fidgety. Surely, it wouldn't hurt to offer assistance?\n\n\"Hello,\" Sleet called amicably, lifting one wing in a wave. He ambled closer, keeping his gait slow and steady- not frightening, despite his bulk, but the other looked to be a good size as well. He could only hope the dragonet wasn't an *'attack now, talk later'* Type. He kept his dark eyes on his face, searching for any signs of unease. \"I, ah- are you alright? You seem to be looking for something.\" Sleet decided that he wouldn't bring up the fact that he seemed a bit too young to be out on his own; many took offense to that."
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*He beard a voice call out to him. He turned his head to face the stranger. He saw the partially white scales of the dragon and an alarm bell went off in his head. He hated icewings. Hated them. Didn't trust them at all. Flurry was really all he had to go off of. He thought they were all stuck up power hungry jerks. Though... Upon closer inspection- the other dragon seemed to be a lot more mudwingy than icewingy.* \n\n*He stared silently for a few more moments. Trying to make sense of who he was looking at. Also trying to calm his panicking mind from seeing an icewing. Or.. Part of an icewing. Outwardly he looked pretty stone faced. He was HUGE for dragon standards- but had a bit of a young face. He wasn't as old as his size would suggest.* \n\n*Eventually he steeled his nerves and finally responded to the stranger.* \"..Hello.\" *He was not an attack now talk later dragon. He was a talk forever attack never type of dragon.* \"I'm fine. I'm hunting right now. Can't seem to find any of the goats usually around here.\" *He stated. His guard slowly lowering.*"
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He stopped when he'd gotten close enough to speak without raising his voice. Sleet sat, showing that he was even less of a threat. He sized up the dragonet; clearly, a sky and ice hybrid. He'd raised enough hatchlings to be able to tell, and much like himself, this one didn't have particularly subtle traits.\n\n\"Perhaps they've moved on?\" He suggested, looking around as though to spot the missing animals. \"I've some dried fruit, if you'd like. Fresh from the rainforest. Not the same as goat, but good anyways.\" He didn't carry meat on him; couldn't stand it anymore. As he spoke, Sleet slowly unwrapped the bag from around his shoulders and flipped it open before rummaging inside, glancing up every now and then with as friendly of an expression as he could manage. \"So? Mango, dates, apricots... Oh, look there. I've got some almonds, too.\""
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*Sleet's kindness confused him. He hadn't met a nice dragon before so of course it did. He didn't really know how to socially interact. He had never had a meaningful conversation with anybody except Flurry. Only interrogations and a lot of murder...* \n\n*He shook that thought out of his head as he watched Sleet dig through his bag. Frosty raised an eyebrow.* \"Fruit? I don't really.. Eat fruit. Never had any before actually. I don't think it will sustain me.\" *He needed a lot of protein and a lot of calories. Fruit just didn't cut it.* \"Uh- thank you for the offer though.\" *He paused for a bit. Thinking. He then got a slight look of realization on his face.* \n\n*He cleared his throat.* \"I'm Frostfire by the way..\" *He knew that was a normal thing dragons did right? Told each other their names as a greeting? He really didn't know. Despite his battered and intimidating appearance he seemed pretty soft and awkward. Not one to get in a lot of fights intentionally.*"
},
{
"author": "untoastedbreadslice",
"message": "AUGH HIT SEND EARLY"
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "\"Alright. Let me know if you change your mind.\" Tucking his bag away, Sleet smiled gently, the gesture twisting at the ugly scar on his mouth. \"'M Sleet.\" \n\nClearing his throat, Sleet reached up to idly scratch at his jaw. \"I live in the rainforest, y'know, and... Well, there's plenty of food. Meat, I mean- tapir and the like. No goat, but lots of variety. You could, eh, join me? This area seems rather... Er, desolate, food-wise.\" And if there was one thing Sleet simply couldn't stand, it was hunger. Just the thought of the feeling made his skin crawl. \"I've got a house with a dozen kids you're welcome to stay in, but if you'd rather a quieter place, I'm sure I could get you setup somewhere. If y'want.\" It was always awkward to suggest young dragons move in with him, but he couldn't very well leave without at least making the offer. He's reminded of Floe, and the way she blossomed in the rainforest in spite of the humid heat."
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*He listened to Sleet's offer. It was an odd offer to him.* \"You are.. Offering for me to come with you? Why?\" *That confused him even more. He hadn't met this dragon before and the stranger was offering him a place in the rainforest. He had never been there before.. He had heard it was beautiful- and did want to visit. He just didn't have the nerve to risk having to interact with a bunch of dragons at once. The guy was not very good at socially interacting.* \n\n\"Do you want something in return?\" *In frosty's world you didn't just give somebody something because you were nice. Everything was a trade. I help you so you help me. I'll give you food for this or that. Not for free. He narrowed his eyes slightly.* \"I just.. Don't see how that would benefit you.\" *He didn't mean to be skeptical- but nothing in his life so far suggested he should trust anybody for any reason.*"
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He nodded. \"Well- it's tough sometimes, to be on your own. I know that, and by the looks of it, you've dealt with enough hardship for one lifetime.\" Sleet motions to the numerous scars across Frostfire's hide. He shakes his head. \"Nothing in return. Jus' figured I'd share what I've got. Stars know it's too much for one dragon alone,\" He chuckles, trying to make light of the- admittedly heavy- offer.\n\nHe knows it's sudden, considering they hadn't known each other for an hour- really, they don't even know each other. But he'd rather ask now than wait for the right time, only to never see the young dragon again. \n\n\"'Sides,\" Sleet continues, picking lazily at the sparse grass with one serrated claw, \"It would help me sleep at night, knowing I at least gave you the option. We're well-off there, and 's not like you'd be obligated to stay with me; where you go is entirely up to you. 'M just saying I've got room for one more.\" He understood the smaller dragon's skepticism. Sleet was much the same when he was younger, especially after seeing the crueler side of the world."
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*He thought about the offer. He went through many various emotions about it. Eventually deciding on something. What did he have to lose really? The rainforest was pretty hidden.. And further away from Flurry.* \"Well.. I've been meaning to go to the rainforest..\" *He admitted. Though he looked unsure.* \"Ok. Take me there and we can discuss things further on the way..\" *He said after a brief pause.* \n\n\"Though I should probably grab some things from my cave first.\" *He motioned in the vague direction of his cave.* \"Just some supplies and stuff.\" *He explained. He had some form of sentimental attachment to the hole in the mountain he called home. It wasn't comfortable, and it was difficult living here, but it was home. His own home that was fully his. He wasn't used to being bear other dragons. What if he lost it or something? That worried him. It'd... Probably be ok. Right?*"
}
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{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "\"'Course,\" He nodded amicably. He wanted to offer to carry it, but felt that would be pushing boundaries a little *Too* Far. Sometimes a dragon just needs to keep their possessions in their own claws. \"Lemme know if y'need help.\" He wanted to know why Frost would give up his home so quickly. He was clearly hesitant to trust strange dragons, so what would make him so willing to leave the mountains behind? Ultimately, however, Sleet decided he wouldn't bring it up just yet. Maybe if the kid stuck around he'd ask, but for now he decided to leave sleeping bears unpoked."
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "\"It's not much. And I have a bag.\" *He said before turning and flying away. Taking off before he could get a response from Sleet. He disappeared into the sky and came back about 7 minutes later. It was a fairly short fly and he was pretty fast. Being part skywing and all. He landed a few feet in front of Sleet. Not with a medium sized bag slung around his neck. It looked small compared to his general size though.* \n\n\"Let's go.\" *He really didn't have that much stuff. He was one dragon living alone in a cave.. He mostly just hunted, slept, and counted the seconds as each day slowly ticked by. Always filled with a slight sense of paranoia. Worried at any moment that familiar icewing would pop up and drag him back to that hellscape. Getting further away would probably help that..*"
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He waited patiently, busying his claws by rearranging the content of his own bag, ensuring none of the foodstuffs were cross-contaminating the wool. Stars forbid he get back only for Wishgranter to refuse to use this batch, too.\n\nSleet rose to his feet as Frostfire returned, spreading his wings in a light stretch. \"A'right. It's a bit of a flight back, but 'm sure we can find something for you to eat on the way; plenty of mountain to cover.\" He quirked a little smile at the younger dragon before taking off, broad wings pushing with heavy downstrokes to get his weight in the air. \"So,\" He started again, tilting his head curiously, \"You like the colder weather up here, or just used to it?\""
}
] | 167 | 479 |
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{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*The MudWing had flown to and is now hovering over jade mountain, he eventually lands on a cliff edge and begins talking to his pigeon.* \"Ok, Mr.Feathers, we are gonna be heading to SkyWing territory soon, I know as much as you hate it, we need too... I know all the SkyWings scare you after you lost your wing to one but it will only be long enough to get to the edge of the sea-kingdom ok?\""
},
{
"author": "Mr.Feathers",
"message": "*The pigeon gave a sad* \"Coo...\" *After poking its head out of the bag and then tucked itself away again.*"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "\"Alrighty, thanks.\" *The big lug was so loud he could probably attract anyone nearby's attention.*"
},
{
"author": "Java (Base by Cloudymaws)",
"message": "A talon froze above a collection of rocks.\n\n*'You have got to be kidding me'*, he thought sourly.\n\nHe had not expected anyone to be in this general area. Jade Mountain was once a historical site, filled with information detailing the events long past. Nowadays it's mostly become ruins that barely anyone visited unless it's to admire scenes of chipped off mountains and piles of rocks and stone. So most the time, Jade Mountain was quiet. Empty, even.\n\nIt makes for a great place to be on his lonesome, without bothersome dragons coming to disrupt his quiet time.\n\nHe'd grown rather bored of doing nothing, however. So he indulged himself in finding treasures and other knick-knacks that can be found in this place. Chances are unlikely, as it has signs of being ransacked before in the past. But he is nothing if not determined (and stubborn). \n\nHe calculated that it has only been an hour since he first started searching when a loud chatter in the distance reached his ears. As soon as he heard it, his mood soured instantly.\n\nHe'd wished that he'll have some more alone time for atleast 2 hours. But it seems the world has something against him. \n\nNevertheless, the voice was heard by him, and in return, piqued his curiosity. He's not really in the mood to chat, but he also wants to know who had come to this abandoned wasteland of a location and speaking so loudly he feared and avalanche would fall on him. \n\nThe Rainwing placed his talon back on solid ground as he turned his head to where the voice had come from. With a huff, the dragon gave a strong flap of his wings, which made him hover above the ground. In no time at all, Java is airborne and is heading straight to the source of the voice. For his own safety, he spared the effort to disguise his oakwood brown scales to blend with his surroundings. \n\n*'If it's a Skywing, I'll dip as soon as possible. Not worth the confrontation.'* \n\nUnfortunately for him, it seems his disgruntled mood had made his logical mind slip, as his wing flaps aren't exactly silent like he'd hoped."
},
{
"author": "xanderthegoldenretriever",
"message": "DAYUM that's a lot—\nWell, time to read >:D"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*Yeah, Andesite picked up on the wing beats, and held his bag close, since everything is kinda silent up here, you can easily hear his talons, and claws, clacking and hitting the ground as he makes his way over to, and try's to avoid confrontation, in a small indent into the side of the mountain... It sounds WAY to heavy to be a SkyWing to be honest.*"
},
{
"author": "Mr.Feathers",
"message": "\"COO!\" *The bird peaked its head out and said, curios wtf is going on.*"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*Meanwhile andesite punched the birds beak shut.* \"SHH!— wait fuck that was loud—\" *He spoke to himself, now whispering... If Java tried to listen reeeeal well he could hear the MudWing whispering.* \"Please don't be a SkyWing, please, please, please—\" *He... Is a MudWing and since SkyWings and MudWings aren't exactly friends in this era of time... Makes sense why he is scared.*"
}
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{
"author": "Java (Base by Cloudymaws)",
"message": "The Rainwing suddenly stopped midflight when he heard it. A new sound joining the harmony. \n\nIt's a... Bird? \n\nWell, whatever it is, it definitely helps him on identifying the location of this interloper. The frantic whispers that followed clues him on even further, even if he had to strain his ears to hear them. Honestly, whoever this dragon is, they don't know the first thing about being silent. A rookie mistake on their part. It's palpable, really.\n\nScales still camoflauged, the dragon made his way up a hill to get a better point of view. At this point, he realized how loud his wing flaps were, but he could care less. The interloper already knew he's coming anyway. But they don't know *Where* He is, courtesy of his colour shift ability. So there's no point in hiding his presence, in a way. \n\nAnd he hasn't spooked a dragon in a while, but that's different. \n\nIt doesn't take him long to spot his stowaway. They were hiding in an indent in the side of a mountain. He'll give them credit where it's due, their scales helped them blend in with the rocks, somewhat. But it's useless to hide from someone trained with the ability to spot anything hidden. By the Moon's sake, it's a game back home. This is honestly childs play; he pities this dragon. Almost.\n\nA small smirk blooms on his lips. \n\n\"You know,\" He began, his voice drawling out in slight mockery, \"If only your volume were a tad bit lower, I wouldn't have come here at all. Such a pity. I expected better.\"\n\nThe smile turns into a frown, a signature look of his. He doesn't wanna waste anymore time. If a fight is what they want, then damn it if he won't fight back. \"Now. Out with you.\""
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "\"Only if you show yourself first! I'm not gonna walk out and you attack me from above or from the side, I can't see you—\" *Your narration confused me so I'm just assuming Java is still invisible.* \"—so your not in my field of vision so that means your hidden out there!\""
},
{
"author": "Mr.Feathers",
"message": "\"*Angry* COO COO HOO!\""
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*He held up his wings around his bag, and by extension his bird, and got ready for a tussle if required.*"
}
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{
"author": "Grayi",
"message": "The oddly small dragonet sat underneath a spindly tree with it's leaves waving softly in the wind. Her soft orange and pink scales draped tight over her frail frame, each arm looking as though it had as much muscle and depth as a hatchling. Her face tilted to the sky as her neck strained to keep it stable. She just finished a lesson at her medical school and was given some time of her own, precious moments that she cherished, for she could wait outside and be at peace in the lovely green meadows"
},
{
"author": "wearyourseatbelts",
"message": "The orphanage was quiet, as one of the six caretakers prepared the dragonet's meals. There was a sudden crash, then follow by bursts and laughter and giggles of children. \"What now..\" The caretaker mumbled to themselves, checking room six: Tardigrade's room. The room was a mess, children watched as Tardigrade attempted to shoot a crossbow at an apple, instead, the arrow hit the vase, and spread sharp shards of glass across the floor.\n\nMaybe Tardigrade could be taken in, only to later be decided as a menace? 😄\n\nBy some random skywing parents? 😂\n\nIm terrible at comminucating arnen't i-"
},
{
"author": "poppy_flower_",
"message": "*I mean I could make Grayi's parents...*\n\n*They are quite accepting...*"
},
{
"author": "wearyourseatbelts",
"message": "Just a warning- IF GRAYI'S PARENTS DO THAT-\n\nTHEY HAVE TO PREPARE FOR A FEW OF THEIR VASES (or anything glass and fragile) TO BE BROKEN"
},
{
"author": "poppy_flower_",
"message": "*Good thing they come from a rich as worm family*"
},
{
"author": "wearyourseatbelts",
"message": "Mainly because Tardigrade equipped with a crossbow and throwing knifes-"
},
{
"author": "poppy_flower_",
"message": "Yes yes, I'll continue now hehe"
},
{
"author": "wearyourseatbelts",
"message": "Aight... I feel so bad for what the caretaker im npcing for what they are about to experience-\n\nThe caretaker sighed, starting to pick up the shards carefully. Tardigrade looked down at the caretaker from their stool. \"Oh, hi Blizzard.\" Tardigrade said gently, then getting off their stool to set their crossbow onto the bed to help the caretaker, *Blizzard*, pick up the glass shards."
},
{
"author": "Grayi",
"message": "The frail dragonet turned her pink eyes towards a small flower, one of her namesake blooms, the Grayi. She knew the fragility of the flower and loved how it still stood up strong despite its petals being so thin that they grew clear when wet. She gazed at the flower for a few moments before spotting a small patch of wildflowers a small ways away. She strained for a moment, her legs and arms being so feeble that even a simple task like standing up was becoming increasingly painful and difficult. She slowly walked over to the patch, looking as she may collapse at any moment. Once she made it her legs gave way and she collapsed next to the red and purple blooms. The small dragonet plucked a flower from the ground with great strain and placed it behind her ear, an accessory her sisters loved to give to her."
},
{
"author": "wearyourseatbelts",
"message": "\"Careful Tardigrade. You could get cut.\" Blizzard said firmly, watching the dragonet pick up the shards one by one. Tardigrade then heard a furious shriek. Tardigrade looked up, seeing another one of the caretakers stare at the broken vase, horrified. \"I got that yesterday!\" The caretaker exclaimed, then thrusting themselves into the room, only to let out a yelp of pain as they stepped on one of the shards of the broken vase. \"Careful! Don't move.\" Tardigrade said frantically to the caretaker. \"You... You did this didn't you?\" The caretaker said with a hiss, flicking their tail to the rest of the scattered shards. \"Does it matter?\" Blizzard said calmly, continueing to pick up the shards, not even giving the caretaker a glance.\n\nTardigrade carefully walked over to the caretaker, then reached out their talon to see the caretakers to get the shard out. The caretaker scoffed at the dragonet, taking out the glass with a wince. \"Next time this happens. Someone will be taken away..\" The caretaker said with a grin. Tardigrade clutched onto their pouch with one of their talons, in fear that the caretaker would change their mind, and take their bag anyway.\n\nTardigrade snatched the crossbow they had left on the bed, then sliding past the caretakers downstairs. Placing the crossbow in their waist pouch, then looking outside one of the windows to watch the snow fall gently onto the ground. Tardigrade saw caribou in the distance, with a few wolves stalking the herd. Tardigrade watched intently as the wolves slowly snuck up on the caribou."
}
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{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "SORRY I FELL ASLEEP"
},
{
"author": "Allseer",
"message": "Allseer was more than comfortable to flop onto the grass right where she was, although she was a bit busy bounding through it instead. The purple toned nightwing had been following a butterfly for a little while but had ultimately given up the chase. At some point, the tiny creature had led her into more unfamiliar fields- admittedly, a ways away from where she was meant to stay put. Her mother didn't exactly favor the idea of her dragonet wandering the sky kingdom alone.\nBeing ever so observant as she thought herself to be, Allseer didn't notice the presence of any other dragons here. She was too wrapped up in staring at ants, frolicking forward a few paces, and then being further distracted by an interesting blade of grass or pebble."
},
{
"author": "Bloodseeker",
"message": "Bloodseeker immediately jerked up into a sitting position as he heard the words of another dragon, his happy mood instantly fizzling out and being replaced by irritation.* **Of course.** *He thought.* **My alone time is always interrupted.** *Bloodseeker glanced around the meadow, his eyes landing on a second dragon, younger looking then the first.* **Another dragon? Of course, there's no peace anywhere in this kingdom.**\n*The dragonet slowly stood up and shook out his wings, letting then flop against his sides as he decided to confront the two dragons that destroyed his peaceful atmosphere. He took a few steps towards the first dragon that had landed, noticing an egg curled in her talons.* \"Even worse.\" *The dragonet mumbled to himself, desperately hoping that the parasite inside wouldn't decide to hatch while he was around.*\n\"Can I help you?\" *Bloodseeker called impatiently to the first dragon, flaring his wings in annoyance and widening his stance to look more dangerous. These were unknown dragons after all. His tail whipped around behind him, making sure that the second dragon who had landed in the once quiet meadow, would keep their distance.*"
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "She came to a stop, shooting a quick look around the meadow in search of Bloodseeker's voice, slowing down her joyful prance into a few reserved steps forward. \"Um,\" She started, heading in the direction she thought the voice came from. \"..I don't think so? I didn't know anyone else was here, really.\" Catching sight of the hybrid, Floe sped up a little bit until she was a proper distance away to speak to him. When she stopped, she gave him a look over, deducing that Bloodseeker was somewhere around her age and that his body language didn't come off as aggresive (well.. She didn't think he was going to jump at her, at least.) And, really, he just came off terribly annoyed. \"..Do you need something from me?\" The dragonet pressed her wings close to her body and curled her tail in, anxiety beginning to brew within her. Quite frankly, she just wanted a nice day out and was *Not* In the mood for someone getting mad at her."
}
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{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "I FORGOT AGAIN OK RPING NOW/"
},
{
"author": "Allseer",
"message": "Their conversation became easier to understand as she got closer, and who better than Allseer to barge into a conversation? \"Hello!\" She trilled; whether she was conscious of her interrupting being rude or not wasn't apparent, but she wouldn't have cared either way. \n\"What's going on?\" It was an odd situation, a standoffish hybrid facing an Icewing with an egg in the Skywing kingdom. You didn't see that every day, so of course the nosy youngster wanted to know what was happening."
},
{
"author": "Bloodseeker",
"message": "*The hybrid huffed in annoyance as the third party joined them, rolling his eyes and lifting a talon to gently scratch between his eyes.* **Great. The quiet has been officially disturbed. I hate social dragons.** *He thought bitterly before finally raising his head to glance between the two newcomers.* \"You disturbed my peace. __Both of you__. What do you have to say for yourselves?\" *He hissed in annoyance, an irritated huff leaving his nostrils and send smoke curling up around his face.* \"This meadow is a wonderful place of relaxation, if you couldn't tell. It's a great place to be. Not when that peace is interrupted by socialite dragonets and 'far to young to be a mother' dragons.\" *Each word that escaped his mouth held an irritated tone, his eyes slowly narrowing and wings holding themselves slightly outward to show off his anger. This was, unfortunately, not a situation he was going to take lightly due to his stress-induced day and personally, he felt that his feelings should be taken into consideration as these two dragons had very much disrupted the peaceful environment.* \"Now, if you please, I have had a very long day and I have no time for either of your childish antics.\""
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "'childish antics' bro's still a dragonet SDfiuhd 💀"
},
{
"author": "Floe",
"message": "The spines on her neck bristled, and Floe's mood immediately soured. Any space she held for this stranger- the typical understanding, benefit-of-the-doubt, or sympathy expected during a first encounter- was all but completely diminished. Her face felt warm, flushed with anger and concentrated upset. \"You're a very sour boy. You don't know anything bout me *Or* My baby.\" She hissed, tail flicking about behind her in a fashion that might have made an eerie rattling noise, if she still had the characteristic tail spines of an icewing. \"We weren't doing anything to you. I wasn't even nowhere close to you.\" Her eyes began to burn with tears as her emotions heightened, but she did her best to blink them away. Floe had a crying problem, she knew that, but she couldn't sob at *Every* Confrontation or no one would take her seriously. \n Truth be told, it wasnt even the hurt from his comment that was making her teary eyed. She was *Angry,* But she didn't know how to get that anger out of her without going completely ballistic (something that both her desire to preserve her dignity and her instinct to keep her child out of harm's way wouldn't permit), so it all bubbled up and tried to come out of her eyes.\n \"You-\" She took a sharp breath in, collecting herself. \"You don't own this stretch of the meadow last time I checked. Even if you did, you didn't have to be rotten to us and could have told us to leave with some politeness. We came here for the same reason as you, because the meadow is nice and we wanna have some peace and relax. You got some nerve actin like you're so high and mighty- like we're such a nuisance for just being within a couple of miles of you. Moons, you're a dragonet too! But you want us to stop *Being childish?* I was LITERALLY just having a jog. I'm so sorry that the crunch of grass makes you that upset, but I think that's a childish trait of *Yours* That you need to work on.\" \n She took a moment from her tirade to let herself breathe and wipe-\n\n-her face off, rubbing at her eyes with the back of one of her talons, finally completing her rant after a bit of grounding. \"You must live a sad little lonely life if you feel the need to bite at anyone who comes around you. Are you so sad that you just want to throw venom at anyone who's happier than you, so that they'll be miserable too? That's depressing. You're so so sad. Can you like... Walk five feet to the left or something instead of getting mad at a couple of random girls for breathing the same air as you? Not gonna say anything else because I genuinely think if you learned thousands of other dragons occupied the same continent as you you'd have an aneurism and roll over dead from pure shock.\""
}
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