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15 | 2023-08-09 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "You guys can skip my turn this time i dont think ill be able to respond for a day or two\n\nLow on motivation im so sorry 😭"
},
{
"author": "stovetopsss",
"message": "It's alright! No worries"
},
{
"author": "tobyb_07",
"message": "Leaving server, we can quit the rp"
}
] | 9 | 45 |
236.75 | 2023-10-17 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Turaco",
"message": "Turaco found herself luxuriously sprawled in the embrace of the sun-kissed meadows, each blade of grass a soft, verdant whisper against her emerald scales. The touch of nature's delicate caress prompted a gentle, involuntary sneeze, as if the grass sought to tickle secrets from her very soul.\n\nLying beneath the expansive canvas of the sky, she yearned to imbibe the unseen wonders it held, even though her world was devoid of sight. A sightless observer of the cosmos, Turaco was left to ponder the mysteries of the heavens through the lens of imagination, with every unseen star painting a constellation of dreams in her mind's eye.\n\nA solitary grass blade, released from its mooring in the breeze, alighted delicately upon her nose, initiating another ephemeral sneeze. She considered the prospect of avoiding the grass, a fleeting thought that was quickly swept away by the whims of her introspection.\n\n\"I maybe should avoid grass,\" Her words were spoken softly, carried by the wind's tender breath. She allowed her voice to linger in the air, like a sonnet of self-reflection, and as if nature itself were her only audience. Then, almost as if the meadows themselves whispered an answer, she continued, \"Why should I, though? Life is so tedious, does it truly matter if I am allergic to it?\"\n\nTuraco's inquiry hung in the air, like the softest of zephyrs carrying the essence of her contemplation.\n\nShe did not expect anyone today. Nor, did she expect anyone to really look after her."
},
{
"author": "CometKiller",
"message": "\"I wouldn't recommend subjecting yourself to something your body advocates against,\" CometKiller emerged from afar, a hat placed delicately on her head to shade her eyes from the light. Skirt flowing in the breeze, she approached the stranger infront of her, carrying a basket full of jars and herb bundles.\n\nPlacing her basket down in the grass, she seemed to not be present for a moment as she took in her environment. Then, her attention returned to the stranger, greeting them with a smile.\n\n\"Bothersome to deal with the consequences anyways. Allergies are so annoying. I mean, I work with medicine, I should speak more professionally but at the base if it, they're just inconvenient.\" CometKiller waved her tail back and forth as she spoke, absorbing the warmth of the sun. \"My name's CometKiller. What's yours?\""
},
{
"author": "Turaco",
"message": "Turaco turned their attention toward CometKiller, but the bitterness in Turaco's demeanor remained palpable. They responded in a somewhat detached manner, their voice flat and lacking the warmth typically associated with social interactions.\n\n\"I suppose,\" Turaco replied curtly, offering no further explanation or elaboration. Their words were measured and conveyed a sense of indifference. Turaco didn't seem particularly interested in the stranger's observations or in establishing a connection. The meadow, while picturesque, held little significance for Turaco beyond its mere existence.\n\nWhen CometKiller introduced herself, Turaco hesitated for a moment, their expression revealing no signs of interest or empathy. \"Turaco,\" They replied, not offering any additional information. There was no friendly exchange of pleasantries, only a stark and unapologetic statement of their name.\n\nTuraco's gaze drifted to the basket of jars and herb bundles carried by CometKiller, but their lack of enthusiasm for the situation remained evident. \"Herbs, huh? I smelled it,\" They muttered, their voice tinged with skepticism. \"Nature may heal, but it also inflicts its share of suffering.\"\n\nShe moved a talon to her blindfold made out of flowers, adjusting it a bit to make it more comfortable."
},
{
"author": "CometKiller",
"message": "\"Don't you love that it works that way? It all balances out, when one thing dies, another thing lives. Prosperity in the pain, you know? The time will pass. The wound will heal, with the right remedy.\" Despite Turaco's unenthusiastic tone, CometKiller was not discouraged to make conversation. It was not exactly that she was ignoring the dimness of her attitude, but rather, she simply did not understand tone and thus continued talking.\n\n\"I hope the smell isn't too bad. I love these silly plants but some of them are really stinky. That's why I keep some of them in jars.\" Unable to read Turaco's expression, she shut her eyes to experience her surroundings mindfully.\n\n\"What are you doing out here in the meadows if you're allergic to grass?\" She fiddled with the leaves and grass beneath her claws, appreciating the present winds."
}
] | 221.5 | 947 |
136.461538 | 2024-04-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "... I can only assume this might be a dead rp?"
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "Skywing territory used to make his scales itch, but now, he tries to appreciate the beauty of it instead. Clear skies, crystalline waters, and a wild abundance of flowers almost make his trips into the mountains worth it. Not that he lingers long, though; he plans to get home today, bags slung around his chest and torso filled with scrolls, souvenirs, and other local treasures from the sky kingdom. Sleet knows Bearded Vulture is more interested in rainwings than his own tribe, but he still wants the young dragon to have the option to connect with his heritage. \nAs he usually is, Sleet is alert as he tromps his way through a wide, clear meadow. He's not really a fan of the open space, but its the quickest way through to Sanctuary, and he's more impatient than he is wary."
},
{
"author": "Blind Snow",
"message": "Blind Snow was wandering in the fields with her brother, Blackout, and since they were so small, they hid under the tall grass and flowers quite well. The only thing that would give them away would be the shuffling of grass and flowers as they walked by. Blind Snow felt like talking about how beautiful it was, but she knew she'd get berated by Blackout. It was a dangerous world, and they had seen firsthand just how cruel it could be. She sighed faintly as she sat down, her horns poking out ever so slightly. She attempted to whisper to Blackout, but stopped herself when he too sat down, his horns poking out."
},
{
"author": "Blackout",
"message": "He was following his sister since she needed that confidence for later in her life. He was no older than his sister, but he was far more matured and clearly understood the gravity of the situation. He understood his sister's tendencies, and he was more than happy to let her indulge in those tendencies, but there was a right place and time for it. When he saw his sister sit down, he sat down since he was concerned, but he realized she just wanted to pause in order to enjoy the fields. Since they couldn't see Sleet, they looked up at the sky, taking in the fresh smell of the grass. This place was far better than home. So much better."
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "Sleet pauses when he hears rustling in the grass, one good ear lifting as he turns his head to better locate the source. The field is empty of dragons, so it must be something under the grass- though it sounds too large to be a rabbit or a fox. Moons, it sounds more like a badger, if not bigger.\nHe spots the movement a good few dragon-paces to his left, zeroing in on the spot like a hunter. He shouldn't be curious; there's an overabundance of wildlife in these meadows, especially when they're empty of dragon presence. But he is, and he slowly approaches, keeping his wings tucked and his tail low behind him to keep from brushing them against the grass, reducing the sound he made. Not that it really mattered. He was a bulky dragon, its hard to be sneaky like that.\nIts not what he expected. Its not *Anything* He could have expected. Sleet has a higher vantage point, so he spots the little dragonets before they see him, and he's immediately put on edge, swiftly looking around the clearing for their guardian, but theres... Nobody. Nobody at all. Not a single soul in the wide meadow older than 7.\nHe clears his throat purposefully, not wanting to startle the children. \"'Scuse me,\" He grunts out, lowering his haunches to make himself seem like less of a threat, though its yet to be seen it that works at all."
},
{
"author": "Blind Snow",
"message": "The moment she caught a glimpse of the large dragon heading towards the both of them, she was immediately on guard, spreading her wings out to protect Blackout. She was quite ferocious for her age, but she was... Cute as well. She very much was valiantly defending her brother, puffing out a little bit of smoke even. When the large dragon spoke, she noted the change in their posture, calming down. She refused to move, but she at least understood the dragon meant no harm. Hopefully. They had been fooled before by... Previous things."
},
{
"author": "Blackout",
"message": "He didn't see the dragon until after Blind Snow got in front of him, before peaking between the wings. A small silver teardrop was clear enough from behind his eyes, but he was very much an Ice'Wing with traditional Night'Wing coloring. Her sister was passable, but he was not. It was clear they both were hybrids, and that he could read minds. Although he heard nothing from the dragon's mind. He couldn't read minds of those he did not know, and even then, they had to be dreaming for him to be able to read at all. He shuffled slightly off to the side, shaking his head slightly as he nudged his wing against his sister, to help calm her down more. They both remained quiet as they stared at the large dragon. They both seemed unbothered by their appearance, which was concerning. It was possible they had seen something horrendous..."
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He doesn't approach the little dragons just yet, instead lowering his chest to the ground as well to better reach their height. The white one's defensive posture doesn't escape him, nor does the little black snout poking out from behind.\n\"I won't hurt you,\" He tries to reassure them. *Two dragonets, left all alone.* Concern claws its way up his throat, and the hybrid has to remind himself that he can't just scoop them up and give them a snack right away. Because that would be terrifying, and the last thing he wants is to scare the two off.\n\"Is there... Somebody with you?\" He asks softly, keeping his voice even and steady, making a conscious effort not to look directly at them for too long. He's long since learned not to ask lost dragonets if their parents are around- best case scenario, they've been abandoned. Worst case, they're running from them. Sleet keeps his head turned slightly to the side; his exposed teeth can be a jarring sight, and he hopes to let them calm down a little before facing them fully."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll get to it in a sec"
},
{
"author": "Blind Snow",
"message": "\"No. Just the two of us.\" She whispered faintly, flicking her tail to smack Blackout back behind her. She didn't look to see if he moved, she kept her gaze right at the larger dragon. She seemed to lean over to the side to look at the big dragon's exposed teeth, before standing back upright. She seemed slightly more malnourished than her brother, she had been letting him take more food than her, but he had graciously still gave her food."
},
{
"author": "Blackout",
"message": "When Snowy hit him, he grunted in surprise, before shuffling back behind her, sighing deeply. He then kept his head up high, wanting to see what was happening in spite of her sister trying to protect him. He appreciated her hyper-defensive tactics, but sometimes it was a bit much. His tail then began to sway, shuffling his wings as it was somewhat warm here, but he had adjusted quite well. When he heard them ask about their parents, all he could see was flashes of what had happened to them in his head. He was painfully stuck in the flashes, before tearing himself out of it, shaking his head. Pain was obvious in his eyes."
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "*'Just the two of us.'* Moons above, they're so thin... Sleet doesn't doubt that the two of them could be snatched up by a pack of wolves if left alone.\n\"Just you,\" He echoes softly, blue eyes flicking over to the black dragonet, who seems... Upset. He can recognize icewing traits in both of them, but they're clearly hybrids of some kind. That can be figured out later though; for now, Sleet moves slowly, pulling a leather pouch from around his neck. One thing at a time: physical needs come first.\n\"Are either of you hungry?\" He asks, holding up the bag to show them what he's doing, before tugging the drawstring open with serrated claws, revealing a mix of dried fruits, nuts, and roots. He silently bemoans his aversion to meat, if only for the lack of variety in his lunch before holding it out, shuffling closer just a few small steps so they can reach it. \"Here.\""
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Sorry was playing silly content warning game\n\nI'll respond tmw- so sorry. Very eepy"
}
] | 139 | 1,774 |
120.6 | 2024-05-01 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "Sleet looks around for a moment, taking in the meadows surrounding them. There's not much to eat out here, save for little morsels: the occasional mouse or mole, if they were fast enough to catch them. So... They must have travelled from somewhere, if he had to guess, though he can't be sure which direction they came from: the Ice Kingdom, or the Night? Or somewhere else entirely, such as Sanctuary? There are too many questions, and far too few ways to ask them properly. \n\"You two... Got anywhere to stay?\" He ventures carefully, lowering himself further into the grass to be more at eye-level with the little ones. He reaches one claw up to lightly scratch at his jaw, careful not to stare *Too* Hard at the dragonets, even as he tries to figure out how they're doing- physically, anyways. He cant imagine that there would be many dragonets alone in the world who are doing *'well'* Mentally."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "The twins are totally fine yes whatever"
},
{
"author": "Blind Snow",
"message": "She nibbled quietly on the assortment of foods that had been provided by Sleet, her wings tucked in closely to herself. Her tail was resting over Blackout's, as if protectively making sure he was still next to her. She didn't respond, but it was clear she was reminiscing on what had happened to her. It wasn't clear *What* Had happened though."
},
{
"author": "Blackout",
"message": "He finished the snacks quickly, shuffling his wings. He perked his ears up when Sleet asked the question, shuffling his wings uncomfortably. \"No. We don't. We've come a long way.\" He whispered faintly, but it was clear he was the one who had the confidence of the two. His sister was just protective, which he understood why."
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "Moons be damned, how did he know that would be the answer. He holds back a sigh, not wanting to make the two think he was upset in any way.\n\"Well,\" He starts again patiently, taking another look around, as if to do a final, cursory scan for parents that he knows aren't there, before returning his gaze to the two, \"My name's Sleet. You don't gotta tell me yours, if you'd rather not, but... I've got a place you two can stay, if you like. There's food, and other dragonets. You'll be safe.\" He watches their reactions from the corner of his eye, spiked tail tip rustling softly in the grass behind him. \nBeing icewing hybrids, they might not take too well to the rainforest- but, with the recent news of the icewing king's new law, Sleet isn't willing to send them back to the Ice Kingdom; not for anything in the world. Now that he's gotten a chance to observe them, though, they seem to be nightwing hybrids. So, perhaps the temperature wont bother them too much..? He can only hope."
}
] | 78 | 603 |
164 | 2024-05-02 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Blind Snow",
"message": "She didn't respond again, but did mimic the name back to Sleet, before glancing at her brother. She was unsure in this moment, the last adults they trusted besides their parents had killed their parents, so she was reasonably wary. But being able to interact with other dragonets without being judged would be nice. She then sighed, letting Blackout determine what they would do. She just sat closer to Blackout, her shyness finally showing through."
},
{
"author": "Blackout",
"message": "His ears perked at the name, before rattling the spikes on his neck. He then also mimicked the name back to Sleet, it was possible they were trained to mimic names back out of respect. He then glanced at Snow momentarily, the faintest of a silver glimmer behind his eyes reflecting in the sunlight, before looking back up at Sleet. \n\"I'm Blackout, and this is my sister Blind Snow.\" He nudged his wing gently against his sister, before continuing. \"We'll go. As long as there aren't any... Adult mean Ice'Wings we should be ok.\" He whispered the last part faintly, but it was still audible."
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He watches them repeat his name back to him with a slight sense of confused amusement. Where they taught to do that? Or is it just a little quirk shared by siblings? Either way, Sleet figures his best bet of welcoming them further is to do a little of what they do, so they don't feel outcast, or rejected.\n\"Blackout,\" He repeats, nodding to the little one with black scales, \"And Blind Snow.\"\nThe sense of relief he feels from their agreement is palpable. This is good- they'll be somewhere safe. Surrounded by other dragonets, they can play in the rainforest, or the river, and they won't have to worry about food or wild animals-\nSleet blinks a couple times. He's getting ahead of himself.\n*'Adult mean icewings...'* A parent, or someone else? Regardless, Sleet swallows down the spark of anger at the mere thought that they had ever even been frightened by a grown dragon, and he nods, offering the two a weathered smile.\n\"No adult mean icewings,\" He confirms. \"Only icewing is my daughter, Floe, but she's not mean. Not mean at all.\"\nSlowly, he moves to stand, making sure to lean back instead of forward so he's not towering over the little things. Sleet gives his hide a small shake, loosening out the aching joints of his shoulders before looking back at the two.\n\"It's a day's flight south from here, in the rainforest,\" He tells them, just so they'll have a general idea of where they're going. Now comes a bit of a tricky part, though, because Sleet doesn't see Blind Snow as being very trusting, and he doesnt want to push his luck with their comfort zone. But making sure they know they've got a choice is his second priority. \"You two can fly on your own and follow me, or if you'd like, I can carry you on my back- it's entirely up to you.\""
},
{
"author": "Blind Snow",
"message": "She was hesitant to trust the dragon so quickly, but as long as she was still with her brother, they could take on anything together. They were together when the incident happened, so she figured they'd stay together for anything else that could happen in the future. She glanced at Blackout, before flicking her tail. She then sighed, rubbing her snout slightly."
},
{
"author": "Blackout",
"message": "He perked at the other Ice'Wing dragon, but it was more in fear than curiosity, before relaxing at the comment. He muttered to himself quietly for a few seconds, before glancing at her sister when she glanced at him, and then lifted his head up to meet Sleet's gaze. \"We'll go on your back. We've been travelling for a while, and we are very tired.\" He shuffled his wings, flicking his tongue."
}
] | 94 | 820 |
111.142857 | 2024-05-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He nods once, automatically keeping the less-scarred half of his face towards them as he smiles as warmly as he can. Crouching back down in the meadow grass, Sleet's elbows click, but he pays no mind, practically flattening his belly against the ground and rearranging his wings to make it easier for the little ones to climb aboard. \n\"Some of my kids find it easier to hang onto my spines, if that would be easier for either of you,\" He tells them, clattering his neck spines lightly together to demonstrate what he means. He keeps his talons tucked under him, and his tail curled close to his side, hoping to put out the feeling that he's not about to lash out in any way."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Yeah with the fucking ESSAY you provided"
},
{
"author": "untoastedbreadslice",
"message": "KFJBAKJFBAJKEWF i like to give as much as i can on openings to let people build off of, yall do NOT have to match"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Or at least when my brain can"
},
{
"author": "Blind Snow",
"message": "She was the more nervous one to climb onto Sleet, her brother climbing on before he did. Once he was on, she hesitantly followed. She accidentally dug her talons onto Sleet's scales, her ears flattening as she paused. She then quickly scrambled onto Sleet's back, hugging Blackout tightly. She was very scared and nervous, but as long as Blackout was there, she would be ok."
},
{
"author": "Blackout",
"message": "He climbed onto them with ease, grabbing onto one of the spikes, not pulling on it too hard. He noticed her sister's nervousness, and offered a wing for her to hide under. Once she was hiding under his wing, he sighed faintly, before lifting his head up. \"We're ready to go. Please excuse my sister's nervousness. She's... Not too trustful of any adults really.\" He sighed, as if he understood why."
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He can feel himself wince slightly at the feeling of little claws piercing at his hide, but stays still so they can both climb on without problem. It's just a little scratch; he's had worse from his kids at home, some of them actually aiming to draw blood. \n\"'S alright,\" He reassures Blind Snow, peering at the two of them over his shoulder to make sure they're sturdy before standing up, slowly, fixing the position of his wings as he rises. \n\"Nothin' to excuse,\" Sleet rumbles softly, shaking out his wings. \"We all got our hangups; ain't nothin' to apologize for.\n\"Now, you two hold on tight, a'ight? Takeoff's the roughest part, but it'll be easy coasting when we get in the air.\" He flexes black claws into the dirt for a moment, adjusting his stance to compensate for the added weight between his shoulders. For the time being, Sleet doesn't ask whether or not they can fly. He's going to operate under the assumption that they can't, solely for the purpose of keeping himself prepared to catch one or both of them in case anything happens. \n\"And- don't worry,\" He adds, giving them another look over his shoulder, that he *Hopes* Comes off as something comforting. \"I won't let either of you fall, a'ight?\" \nSleet knows that the flight itself isn't what's making the little white dragonet nervous, but he figures he should let her keep her feelings to herself without having a big stranger trying to bully his way into uncovering them.\nWith that said, Sleet bunches his legs beneath him before launching out of the meadow, heavy weight and serrated claws leaving churned dirt where he had just been standing as his wings beat down hard, working to lift him and his passengers into the air as smoothly as possible."
}
] | 88 | 778 |
25.75 | 2023-07-22 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Help I fforgot how to do it IUSDFHJ\n\nGr:He smiled warmly toward Azurite, who had been laying grumpily on the soft, dew swept blades of grass. They had been here for less then 10 minutes and already she had gotten up him, merely for the fact he misunderstood where they were meeting."
},
{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "Theyre having a stroke"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I forgot his tupper brb BSDFH"
},
{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "You can do tul!List in and itll tell you their bracker\nTs"
}
] | 14 | 103 |
43.166667 | 2023-07-23 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "He smiled warmly toward Azurite, who had been laying grumpily on the soft, dew swept blades of grass. They had been here for less then 10 minutes and already she had gotten up him, merely for the fact he misunderstood where they were meeting."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"I got ran down by a hawk-loving SkyWing 'cause of you!\" She shouted, the birds chirping away happily despite her grumblings."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "\"You poor baby.\" He teased, whacking her playfully with his tail, laughing smugly as she blew sparks of fire at him, cursing underneth her breath."
},
{
"author": "Macaw",
"message": "He landed gently in between a few clusters of flowers, spotting a pair of Skywings nearby. Macaw plucked one of the sweet-smelling blooms from the ground and grinned, shaking out his wings. He approached the squabbling duo with a friendly wave and a smile."
},
{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "Please im so autistic i cant do FAKE social scenarios well 😭"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "It's all good Granite's social"
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "At the approaching footsteps, he glanced up from his sister, scanning the dragon warily. The stranger seemed to be no harm, yet he was still on guard. \"Hello!\" He said friendily, standing up beside his sister who merely grunted at the arrival of the new dragon, drowning in self-pity for what she didn't do."
},
{
"author": "Macaw",
"message": "\"Hi!\" Macaw swung his head over his shoulder to look behind him, letting the flower fall from his talon. \n\"I think I got turned around somewhere,\" He muttered to himself. He'd been trying to find his way to his family's place in one of the Skywing settlements, but had found himself here. He wasn't ocmplaining, of course; it was pretty out here."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "His ear flicked, not catchining what he had said. \"Are you lost?\" He asked, trying to keep a a friendly smile toward the hybrid. He had nothing against hybrids per say, rather the SeaWing blue reminding him of painful memories. He glaned toward Azurite, the firey spirit still withtin her. He winced, thinking of the anger she still held for him, and this dragon doubtless would dislike to be under her wrath."
},
{
"author": "Macaw",
"message": "\"A bit.\" He kicked at the ground and chuckled sheepishly at his own stupidity for getting lost. \"I'm *Supposed* To be visiting with some relatives of mine, but I'm not sure I went the right way.\"\nHe noticed Granite's expression change for a moment, but decided not to point it out. He wondered about the other Skywing lying on the ground."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "He chuckled aswell. \"You're doing better then me- Despite being a SkyWing I barely know the directions 'round the place.\" He laughed. He didn't ask about the relative he was visiting, flicking his tail and accidenally whacking Azurite in the face."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"Oi! What was that for?\" She asked, raising her head and looking around, noticing the deep blues in his scales. Her eyes narrowed. \"Who's that?\""
},
{
"author": "Macaw",
"message": "\"I was around here enough as a kid to know my way around, or at least you'd think that would be true.\" \nHe looked down to see the redder dragon finally speak. \"I'm Macaw,\" He greeted. \"Your names?\""
},
{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "Not responding for a while bc i realized my favorite shpws new season came out earlyy"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She growled, lashing her tail."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "\"I'm Granite and this is..\" He glanced at his sister."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She glanced at Granite baring her teeth. She wouldn't do anything to her twin, yes, but is was a small, subtle warning."
},
{
"author": "Granite",
"message": "\"My sister. Don't mind her.\" He smiled weakly, readjusting his footing. \"Pff- that happens. It's nice here though. Join us?\""
}
] | 36 | 777 |
64.538462 | 2023-03-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "bonkwitha_b",
"message": "Is this a good place to start\n\nPlease can you start\n\nJust like describe how your character is feeling and how their travels are going so far"
},
{
"author": "Cholla",
"message": "Cholla bounded her way across the trail. Sticking close to a river which was guiding her way. Despite the Skywing and Sandwing's good relations, she couldn't help but be wary. Wary of the place she'd never been in, which a strange tribe she wasn't able to fight against. \n \"Good... So far..\" Cholla mumbled to herself. Lifting one of her talons and pressing her circular glasses tightly against the back of her head. Her eyes darting across the brush covered, rocky terrain laid before her. It had been smooth sailing from the sandwing kingdom, but as soon as she arrived at the boarder, she was forced to land. Unsure where to proceed from here."
},
{
"author": "bonkwitha_b",
"message": "AFK for like 2 secs—"
},
{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "Onyx walked down a muddy path watching her step in case of any sharp rocks she could trip on. She heard a far away rustling noise coming closer to her each second. \n \"Hm?\" She said as she paused her steps and looked around. She could see a faint outline of a dragon. \n \"Not a skywing...\" She said observing the dragon's features, such as wing shape, horns and other things. \n \"Hello?\" She said walking towards the figure."
},
{
"author": "Cholla",
"message": "Cholla yelped as she heard a voice sound from behind her. Stumbling on one of the mossy, wet rocks stationed on the edge of the rock. \n \"Yes- hi- hello.\" Cholla chirped quickly. Regaining her footing and adjusting her wings. Hopefully to send bigger if the dragon was going to attack her."
},
{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "\"A sandwing?\" Onyx said with a confused look on her face. \n \"That's so crazy! Im sandwing!\" She smiled at the dirty yellow colored dragon that stood in front of her. \n \"I'm Onyx!\" She said with a toothy grin."
},
{
"author": "Cholla",
"message": "\"Your- a sandwing?\" Cholla questioned. Wrinkling her snout as she slowly pushed herself forward to examine the strange scaled dragon before her. \n \"Onxy- like the— nevermind. I'm Cholla! I'm traveling from the- sandwing kingdom.\" The hybrid chirped with a toothy grin. Pointing a wing towards the boarder."
},
{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "\"Well not really a sandwing. I was born in the sandwing kingdom and I just got moved to the skywing kingdom a little bit ago.\" She said with her expressions bouncing on her face very quickly. \n \"You don't seem too much older than me, Cholla.\" She said observing the dragons features that would hint a certain age to onyx."
},
{
"author": "bonkwitha_b",
"message": "Well I'm not really a sandwing*"
},
{
"author": "Cholla",
"message": "\"Oh! Makes sense, I was born in the sandwing kingdom- and travelled around before coming here.\" Cholla explained, her barbless tail sliding forward and pressing against her hind legs."
},
{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "Onyx stepped backwards in for a moment when she saw the lack of barb Cholla had. \n \"What happened to your tail? How do you protect yourself? Did you get into an accident?\" Onyx's questions started spewing out like ||vomit||."
},
{
"author": "Cholla",
"message": "Cholla blinked as Onyx's questioned flooded out of the dragonets mouth. \n \"No- no-! I just- didn't have it when I was born is all! And i've never had to fight—\" Cholla began before getting distracted at the strange malformations on the dragonets scales."
},
{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "\"Oh... Do your parents have that? Is it genetic? Is it contagious? Have you had trouble finding friends because of it? How do you not struggle with embarrassment?\" Onyx's questions would've continued unless she noticed Cholla eyeing her scales. \n \"I was in a huge fight with a... A uhm,\" Onyx started up a lie about her scales since she didn't like the original reason of their appearance \"I was fighting a night wing!\" She said knowing that her lie probably didn't make any sense but she just ending up going with it."
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{
"author": "Cholla",
"message": "Cholla stepped backwards as she struggled to process all of the dragonets questions. Her ears perking up as the dragonet detailed her battle with a nightwing. \n \"Hm-? How are your scales not scratched up? Do the nightwings have some kind of melting ability...?\" Cholla shrieked slightly, sliding to the dragonets side to examine their scales."
},
{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "\"Uhm...,\" Onyx didn't think about the melting or the scratching part \"This night wing had animus powers.\" She said watching the sandwing circle her looking closely at her melted scales. Onyx felt mildly uncomfortable with this topic but she didn't know anyone in her tribe yet so she just smiled at Cholla hoping to get closer with Cholla and become her friend."
},
{
"author": "Cholla",
"message": "\"Animus-?\" Cholla questioned as Onyx spoke. \n \"Didnt that- like—\" Cholla began before stepping away from the dragonet. Adjusting her wings as she studied the dragon before her. \n \"I'm Cholla- though I already said that. It's a pleasure to meet you, Onyx the not sandwing!\" Cholla giggled at her poor joke."
},
{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "\"Nice to meet you too, Cholla the sandwing traveling from the sandwing kingdom.\" She said grinning and showing pride in her joke. \n \"How long are you in the skywing kingdom for?\" She asked as she started to walk slowly hoping Cholla would follow her. She had no idea where she was going but it would be pretty embarrassing is she just walked off."
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{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "\"Ah.\" She said. Onyx stepped over the various shrubs and rocks. Thinking about starting a new conversation there was nothing to talk about. Talking was her special skill but she couldn't seem to get a good conversation going. \n\"How old are you Cholla?\""
},
{
"author": "Cholla",
"message": "Cholla quickly caught up to the younger dragonet. \n \"I'm 18.\" She responded quickly. \"A baby I know-\" She chuckled, adjusting her musty brown wings as she examined the younger once more. \n \"How old are you? And what are you doing out here-?\" Cholla questioned. She couldn't imagine a dragonet being alone in such a place, despite it being her home. \n \"Eek-! Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude and all! Just- curious!\" Cholla exclaimed as she realized how rude that sounded. Pressing her glasses to be positioned against the bridge of her snout."
},
{
"author": "Onyx",
"message": "\"My age?\" Onyx was surprised by the question. She asked the same question but wasn't ready to answer it. \n\"Fourteen.\" She said with a nervous chuckle. \n\"I was originally born in the sandwing kingdom and dropped off here. I can't find the populated part of the skywing kingdom so I just made the outdoors my home.\" She said with a large grin showing her sharp teeth. \n\"Plus if asking someone's age is rude then I would probably get in trouble- like a lot of trouble if I was in school.\" She said referring to her lack of knowledge."
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{
"author": "theoneandonlylucid",
"message": "``` - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -```"
},
{
"author": "Stylet | The Survivor",
"message": "Stylet soared within the cerulean blue sea known as the sky- it's gentle white-capped waves called cirrocumulus clouds stretched across its surface in wave-like patterns above his head. The scene itself was calm- but the heat was oppressive as it baked the back of the darkly colored HiveWing's back- the only respite was the feeling of the wind that glided across and beneath his scales as he flew, but even that was little less than agreeable as he bobbed and weaved through the lower cumulous clouds- avoiding flying through them due to anxiety that built when his vision was obscured by things like fog and mist. \n\nStrung across his chest was a leather satchel with pretty silver buckles perfectly adjusted so the bag didn't dip far from his chest as he flew - a pretty button held the piece together, and beneath the surface it sheltered a book- one that dictated thoughts that were genuinely his- and his alone - having such a thing made it easier to keep track of the world around him, what was real- what was fake- by focusing on writing, he was able to focus in on thoughts even when scenes were crowded with phantoms- something about the process eased his mind and brought relief to the tumultuous condition that rarely eased itself, even when he was alone.\n\nHe looked down- hovering closer to the earth's surface- but still a mile or so above it- his eyes scoured the valleys, meadows, and forests- all of which flashed by in an instant- for a place to rest and cool himself from the dismal condition one might liken to heat exhaustion. As he observed, he noticed a beautiful winding river and quickly wrapped back around and hovered above for a few moments to do a quick headcount of the River's shore as he drew closer.\n\nThree Hivewings... One Leafwing... Four Silkwings, and... The peculiar sight a gorgeous dragon of reds, purples, and blues- caught him off-guard- he assumed all the dragons he was seeing- as they usually were in a rural setting- were fake, figments of his mind- memories of the dead he was forced to engorge himself with at a young age- the phantoms moved - looked like they were talking to each other, and as he drew closer or further usually faded in and out of existence to a degree- or would rapidly jump across the scene a few meters down the river. Though, this odd dragon, much like the phantom of a Leafwing, was sitting all alone- he figured no one would be out here- not in this weather, nor this time of day as the brilliantly orange sun sank into the western horizon behind him.\n\nWith that in mind- he gently descended and landed right next to the dragon, his eyes running over the derg's form as he touched down with a soft *Thud* And bent his body towards the meander of the river, splashing his face a few times with the crystalline water before shaking his head- throwing water side to side with a sigh. \n\nHe was smaller, and his scales shades of grey and black- though not pure black. His insectoid wings were the color of garnet, opaque at their bases - and fading into translucence towards the tips. A soft, faded yellow gained saturation as it ran down his limbs all the way to the tips of his talons, and his head was a bright- fearsome red - slowly fading into his neck and body. For a Hivewing, his colors were exceedingly rare- almost as if they'd been hand selected to produce the dragon before Frosty. \n\nIn Stylet's head he heard voices- from whispers, to laughs, to shouts, and more- it was a plague - a burden he had long gotten used to- one that only let up when he was flying, the wing that passed by his ears caused them to be muffled or completely silent. None of the voices at this time were talking directly to him-\n\nBut he still somewhat eavesdropped on their conversations - his eyes subtly flicked in the directions of newer, louder voices- but despite this he appeared completely in control of his condition for the time being as he reached a talon up to his satchel, undoing the leather binding and taking out his notebook as he sat down along the bank, he scribbled down notes about his surroundings, from the voices- to the phantoms- to the sound of the river that was filled with a choir of frogs that played to a chorus of cicada's in the hot evening air- he glanced over at the odd dragon he assumed to be just an illusion - whom was most likely looking directly at him - causing him to flinch as he silently looked at Frosty, craning his neck closer, and moving it side to side as if watching to check if the dragon before him was actually looking at *Him*- when he realized that was indeed the case- he let out a shriek- dropping him notebook on the rocky shore and fluttering a few meters back. \n\n\"I-I'm sorry- I uh, I didn't see you there...\" A nervous expression crawled across his face as he realized that it was obvious, he had been looking right at Frosty. \"At first...\" He quickly thought of a cover- not really wanting to tell the stranger too much- \"I have a hard time seeing, so I didn't really realize you weren't a rock- not to say you're a rock, I mean- you're a really vibrant rock if you were a rock- but you're not a rock, so I'm sorry-\" He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head- briefly fiddling with his right horn before his eyes trailed up the shoreline and to the notebook he had dropped. \"Oh! I'm Stylet by the way- it's nice to meet you!\" He reflexively extended a talon- and held it there for a few long awkward seconds before realizing he wasn't close enough to shake Frosty's hand, to which he snapped his arm close to his side- and waited for confirmation that it would be okay to approach- really *Really* Wanting to get his notebook back more than anything."
},
{
"author": "ivydbomb",
"message": "*Oh lord that's literate*\n\nI see 💀 no way I'm matching but I'll go for 4 paragraphs\n\nI smashed my finger in my car door, will take a bit longer\n\nHand is currently sandwiched between frozen peas and frozen tater tots"
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*Frostfire was standing at the edge of the river. Trying to catch some fish. He was having no luck with finding any goats so grabbing as much salmon as possible was probably the next best thing. He'd certainly need a lot though.. And so far he had only caught five. The fish were laying lifeless next to him in a messy pile. He sighed. He was gonna be here all night wasn't he?*\n\n*Frostfire paused as he had heard the odd loud buzzing of Stylet's wings. He hadn't ever heard anything like it before. He glanced around the area. Trying to spot the source of the quickly approaching noise. He laid eyes on the hivewing after they landed. Frostfire looked puzzled. He had never seen or heard of a hivewing before. The dragons appearance was fascinating and also a bit unnerving to Frosty.* \n\n*He watched as the hivewing looked around at things that weren't there. That confused him more. What was the other dragon seeing that Frosty wasn't? He looked where Stylet looked. He saw nothing but empty forest. Then the hivewing got up close to him. He stared. Not saying anything yet. He had no idea what to say.. Frosty was far too socially awkward to deal with this.* \n\n*He jumped slightly when the hivewing shrieked and fluttered back. He stepped back a bit himself. The hivewing most certainly did see him.. He saw his eyes on him for a moment. And it wasn't just an 'I'm looking at a rock look.' The hivewing had clearly been looking him up and down. Frosty decided not to comment on that though. He had bigger fish to fry..* \n\n*Finally he cleared his throat in preparation to speak. This would probably be the first time he was ever having a real conversation with anybody. Frosty didn't get out much...* \"Uhm... It's alright.\" *He finally said after an eternity of silence.* \"Hello.. I'm Frostfire.\" *Was this how dragons normally interacted? He had no idea what that thing Stylet was doing with his arm was. Frosty traced the hivewings gaze and spotted the notebook. He reached out to grab it and held\n\nIt out for the hivewing.* \"Here you go..\""
},
{
"author": "Stylet | The Survivor",
"message": "Stylet flinched a bit when he saw Frostfire take hold of his notebook- something scratched at the back of his brain that made him instantly paranoid of any stranger- no matter how kind their gesture appeared on the surface. At the same time- an echoing laughter filled his head, making him even more anxious as he subtly gritted his teeth with a slight cringe that faded a bit as the overbearingly loud laughing slowly died down.\n\nHe refocused himself, and shuffled forward- somewhat awkwardly- showing immediate signs of how cautious and generally untrusting he was of the world around him- as he got close enough- he reached the extra distance to gently take his notebook back with an awkward smile and chuckle. The Hivewing flipped through the pages- his eyes skittering about between different stimuli- the book, and Frostfire as he made it to the next blank page and began writing- a small smile building on his face as he did. \"Oh- I'm sorry- that was probably a bit much for you- uh, sorry- I don't really get out much...\" He looked to the side nervously- it was true- he had only recently been given the greenlight to explore Pyhrria by himself- \n\n\"Th-thanks for getting my notebook for me- it's really important! I can't really-\" He scribbed something down before continuing. \"Uhm, really do much without it- ehe.\" Stylet's eyes looked towards the shoreline at the small pile of fish with curiosity. \"I can move upstream just from here and-\" He shook his head and placed a talon on his face. \"I mean- do you maybe need some help? I know a trick that'll s-save you a lot of time...\" He flinched again as a vision of a large dragon taking off just behind Frostfire filled his senses- \"Ehe... Sorry...\""
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*The hivewing's panicked rambling made Frosty uneasy. Though- he wasn't scared of the hivewing. Just of what the hivewing could be scared of. He turned his head and looked behind himself when he saw Stylet stare at something. When Frosty saw nothing he frowned and looked back at Stylet.* \"Is something wrong?\" *The hybrids tone made that sound more threatening than it really was. It was a genuine question- but his deep voice made him sound more assertive than he meant to be.* \n\n*He took a deep breath. Trying to keep himself calm. Other dragons freaking out made him freak out.* \"Just uhm.. Talk a bit slower. You're going a million miles a minute.\" *He looked toward his pathetic pile and then back at Stylet.* \"You have a trick? I'd like to hear it.\" *He nodded. He was hungry. And despite being fairly used to starving for long periods of time.. Thanks to Flurry... He preferred eating when he was hungry. It gave him more energy and will to keep going.* \n\n*Frosty had a few burning questions he was too socially inept to avoid asking. He didn't know what was normal to say or not. So he decided to say what came to mind and clean up whatever mess came from it later.* \"What... Tribe are you?\" *He asked curiously.* \"I've never seen anything like you... Though that's not saying much since I really only lived around icewings.\" *He stated. Keeping an eye on Stylet.*"
},
{
"author": "Stylet | The Survivor",
"message": "Stylet sort of blushed- an odd shade of green rushing to his cheeks, partially in part due to the Scream of Turpitude, a variant of the Breath of Evil - that had been placed in his body and was the key for- well- all of his symptoms. The dragons made a weary sigh- it wasn't exactly something they liked talking about, and they were still getting used to talking about it openly with other dragons- in his old home before the Rainforest Kingdom- he was conditioned to *Never* Openly speak about it with the residents of the makeshift hive, otherwise- he was *Punished*. \"Yeah... I mean- no! Everything's okay- I'm just- it's a long story, I don't want to bug you with it, but you don't have anything to worry about- it's just- me.\" He chuckled nervously again with a somewhat forced, but cheerful looking smile. \n\n\"S-sorry again-\" He gave a pained look, and wrote something down in the notebook, his eyes seemed to retract the words he wrote as he spoke- eyes darting from the page and then back to Frostfire. \"Yes, it's kind of like cheating.\" His voice was almost robotic as he read the lines- which must've been his self-imposed script to keep his speech understandable to other dragons. \"It's a trick only I can do, but you can watch.\" He continued, peeling his eyes from the paper and smiling cheerfully at Frostfire with a sense of childlike glee.\n\nAs Frosty asked, he gave a reassuring smile, and scribbled some more- occasionally his ears flicking in all directions as he ignored sounds and sights in his peripheral vision. \"I'm a Hivewing. My tribe comes from a place called Pantala, but I was born here. Pantala is a faraway continent to the west and across the sea from the Ice Kingdom.\" He paused for a moment- and continued writing for a few more moments before speaking. \"I have not seen anything like you either!\" His voice curved in an uncomfortably sharp manner as he read his own exclamation mark at the end. \"You're wonderful and so unique, I was surprised you were real.\" He seemed to backpedal and looked up nervously while trying to quietly scribble that out as if it'd undo what he had said. \"You're like a temperature gradient- hot, warm, cold- If I had to guess- you have predominantly Icewing heritage.\" He placed his pencil at his side to suggest he was finished speaking for the time being so Frosty could respond."
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "\"I'm not in a rush. But if you don't want to tell me you don't have to.\" *He thought Stylet's mannerisms were weird. Though.. He also thought he was one to talk. Maybe this was completely normal. He has literally zero clue. Maybe he should carry around a journal and hold onto it like it's a priceless artifact like Stylet did. He then paused. Thinking for a moment.*,\n\n\"Oh yeah- the other continent. I've really only heard of the uh.. Butterfly ones.\" *He explained. Trying to ignore all the weirdness surrounding Stylet and the journal.* \"Is it some special.. Uh- hive... Wing.. Power?\" *He was trying to memorize the name of the tribe. His mind was always so cluttered he needed to try extra hard to retain information completely.* \n\n\"Yeah.. I'm a hybrid.\" *He said before staying quiet. He had... Never really been complimented like that before. Or.. Complimented at all... He wasn't sure how to take it. What to say. How to feel. Frosty's brain just short circuited for a minute as he tried to compute the nice words. He eventually realized he was silently staring awkwardly and suddenly spoke.* \n\n\"...Thanks?\" *He phrases that as a semi question. Utterly unable to just take a compliment. He sighed.* \"I'm skywing icewing.\" *He looked down at his scales. He got a lot of stares in the ice kingdom. He always assumed people thought he was freaky. Guess not everybody? He felt the need to compliment Stylet back as a sort of equivalent exchange.* \"Your wings are.. Interesting.\" *That's the best he could do. Not because there wasn't things about Stylet to compliment him- but because Frosty just didn't know how to come across as friendly.*"
},
{
"author": "Stylet | The Survivor",
"message": "The Hivewing kind of recoiled a bit- drawing into himself - in the Rainforest Kingdom- he had never really been pressed about his condition after a certain point- it reminded him of when he was first admitted, which was painfully nostalgic in the worst way possible. He scribbled a bit - figuring he doesn't really have nothing to lose from being truthful and at least giving the stranger some kind of insight- a few long moments passed before he read off of the pages once more. \"Y-yes, there are Silkwings and Leafwings too- as for how I act... It's part of my condition. I've been working really hard on getting better- but it is still difficult for me. Sometimes I hear, see, smell, and feel things that aren't actually there- and it can be hard to discern illusion from reality.\" He blushed a bit brighter as he read his own notes- he was unsure how information like that would come off to Frostfire- deep down, even though this dragon was a stranger- he feared rejection for something out of his control.\n\nWhile Stylet had a somewhat difficult past concerning a prejudice upbringing- with the help of his doctors, he was able to see other dragons from each tribe- and including hybrids, as beautifully unique creatures- and to judge a dragon not by their scales, but by what was underneath them. Frosty's silence made him nervous, but he kept the smile as his new friend continued- quickly scribbling something down, his reading skills somewhat improving as the environment around them got quieter- and thus it was easier to think - there were now only two other dragons in the distance - and he could only faintly hear some kind of quiet conversation.\n\n\"Skywing and Icewing, that's really interesting! It makes sense since the two kingdoms aren't very far from each other.\" He seemed to take Frosty's 'interesting' as a compliment- especially since he had previously used the word as well to describe Frosty. \"Thank you! I had actually never seen another dragons' wings for most of my life- so seeing wings like yours used to be very new to me. My papa taught me not to like other dragons that were unique- but- he is... Gone now, and I am allowed to form my own opinions! And I think you are wonderful so far.\" He beamed- his tail almost wagging behind him like a puppy- which seemed to remind him of something as he did a bit more writing and nodded. \"Follow me!\" \n\nHe pushed off of the ground and into the sky, and flew quickly over the center of the river- did some scouting and adjusted his position based on the silhouette of fish beneath the surface of the water- with that, he hovered downward- being able to play in place like an insect and maneuver with ease just as much. A large and sharp barb extended from his tail like a hidden blade and dipped into the water- a few moments went by, and the stinger retracted as if it had never been there in the first place- and within seconds fish popped up left, right and center- one... Two... Five... Ten... Thirty... He had used his venom to paralyze the fish in the stream- causing them to go belly up, making them easy for Frosty to swoop in and grab them by the armful."
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{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "\"Oh.\" *The hybrid said. His face unreadable for a few moments. He seemed to be thinking. Was seeing things normal? At least it didn't only happen to him as he just found out. The silence was tense. Then he finally spoke.* \"Hm. I guess we're similar then. Is that a normal thing?\" *Again, he really didn't know. Often he'd see Flurry in his peripheral vision. Hear her voice. Feel like she was watching him. He knew it wasn't real but it.. Felt real. And it terrified him when it happened. Sometimes he just lost it. Went a little crazy and woke up somewhere he had no memory of going to. Maybe.. That wasn't weird?* \n\n*That not liking other dragons thing confused him. The one thing Flurry wasn't horrible at was equality. Didn't matter what another dragon looked like or what they could do. All of them could be taken advantage of.* \"Huh. Well-\" *He spread his wings.* \"They're a bit larger than a typical icewing's wings.. But this is basically what they look like.\" *He explained before folding his wings back up.* \n\n*He wanted to return Stylet's smile but he knew he looked weird every time he tried to smile. So he stared at Stylet with a stone faced expression. He stood still as he watched the hivewing fly up and dive down. He had no idea what it was supposed to do.. Then stared in awe as fish began flopping up to the surface.* \"How in the world...\" *That was absolutely insane to him. He looked at the water and grabbed a fish.* \"Incredible..\" *He looked at Stylet.* \"How.?\""
},
{
"author": "Stylet | The Survivor",
"message": "The silence was deafening- the seconds crawling by more like minutes as Stylet's smile moment by moment faded into a nervous, worried expression- his first thoughts being something like 'I should not have been truthful'- when the agonizing silence was broken by Flurry in saying- he had something like that too- he was utterly baffled- there were very few dragons at the hospital that he stayed at, that had similar conditions to him- and most were... Permanent patients, so knowing there were other people like him outside of the sheltering, suffocating walls of safety the psychiatric facility provided- was comforting. Despite the situation of being stuck in a constant state of anxiety because of the feeling of being watched - and how it was a terrible thing, Stylet beamed once more for the stone-faced Derg in front of him and excitedly began writing once again.\n\nIf Frosty peeked over at his writings, he'd find Stylet had exceptional handwriting- it almost looked like magic with how perfectly every word plastered the lined pages- and indeed it seemed to be word for word what he was saying. \"While I am sorry you face a similar situation - I am very happy to have met someone like you. Every other dragon has found me to be at the very least- strange. But that is not to say that most have not been kind. To my knowledge, it is not normal - most dragons do not see other dragons that are not really there.\" \n\nHe paused and giggled at Flurry's awkwardness that rivaled his own as he looked his wings up and down with a thoughtful expression and a raised eyebrow- with that he turned the page and kept glancing from the page to Frosty's wings- within moments he produced a decent sketch of Frosty's wing anatomy and showed it to him with a sense of pride.\n\nStylet helped in gathering as many fish as he could- using his talons like spears to skewer several at a time as he hovered above the surface of the water- chasing the group that was slowly floating down stream. He dutifully returned with an armful that would definitely suffice for the evening's meal - happy to hear the surprised praise in Frostfire's voice. He started writing again- preparing an explanation. \"Sometimes, Hivewings have stingers, much like Phyrrian Sandwings- our venom can be one of two variants, one working more similarly to Rainwing venom- and the other acting as a powerful paralyzing agent.\" He drew his tail in front of his own face- it looked normal for a few moments- but within an instant a large stinger appears on the side of the tail near the tip. \"I just put some venom in the water- and paralyzed the fish downstream- though, I certainly used most of my venom to do this, but I don't mind.\" He paused and wrote something else down. \"You will probably want to heat up the fish to denature the venom, or you might also be paralyzed-\" He gave a nervous smile- clearly learning the hard way one time when he had gone fishing this way with other non-Hivewing dragons."
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "\"So it's a coincidence then..\" *Well, at least he wasn't the only one.* \"Every dragon is strange in some way I think... Pointing out exactly how is just meaningless and redundant. I don't understand why anybody is mean. Being rude causes conflict... And conflict leads to fighting. Who wants to fight? It's not fun.\" *He never had anybody to talk to about the ideas in his head. Once Frosty became aquatinted with somebody.. He started talking a lot more than just a few words a sentence.* \n\n*He squinted at the sketch before his eyes widened slightly.* \"That's good.\" *He looked back at his own wings and then once more at the drawing before leaning back.* \"You did that fast.\" *He stated. The more he talked to this dragon the more interesting they became.* \"How do you get your clawwriting (handwriting) so good.?\" *Frosty had massive claws on an equally massive body. He couldn't really hold writing utensils properly.* \n\n\"Hm. Noted.\" *That was slightly intimidating. The way the stinger just shot out like that.. And what it could do- made him ever so slightly nervous. He hated not being able to move. It brought back.. Unpleasant memories of Flurry forcing him to stand still. He flexed his claw without thinking. The one that had been broken.* \n\n\"Oh alright. Won't be a problem.\" *He lifted up the fish and held it tightly in his claw for a minute. It didn't look like anything was happening- but Frosty was warming up his scales to partially cook the fish. He then tilted his head back and ate the entire fish in one bite. He moved his arm to make sure he wouldn't be paralyzed. He wasn't.* \"Would you like to share these.?\" *That was his offer to eat together with Stylet. He didn't mind the company..*"
},
{
"author": "Stylet | The Survivor",
"message": "Just the word 'fight' seems to make him physically withdraw a bit- his neck pulling backwards- he didn't even like the idea of conflict- let alone hearing words associated it with, though he nodded eagerly in agreement with the sentiment about conflict and fighting. Stylet was the type of individual to try anything they could to *Not* Have to fight something- even if another dragon attacked him- he'd rather flee, or if fleeing wasn't an option, he'd just curl into a ball and hope they'd just leave him alone- which surprisingly worked most of the time on account it was very obvious he didn't have anything of immediate and objective value on him.\n\nThe young Hivewing's face lit up soft green at the compliment as he worked diligently to write responses to each of Frostfire's questions \"W-well, I have to catalog my ideas in this journal, it makes it easier for me to communicate with other dragons- so, I have to write anything I'm going to say. Remember how I spoke without it? It can be difficult to keep track of what I'm thinking, because I'm always hearing, seeing, or feeling something - and sometimes the illusions talk over my inner monologue and create a backlog of ideas... As for drawing- well- when you have a lot of free time, and your only outlet for clear communication is through the pages of a self-written book, you like to scribble in the margins sometimes- and it kind of just evolved from there. Thank you for all the kind words, they mean a lot to me.\" He looked up from his journal with glee- he was glad Frostfire was opening up a little more with each passing moment.\n\nStylet notices Frostfire's reaction to his stinger and seemed to panic as he hastily wrote his next line of dialogue. \"D-don't worry, I would never hurt anyone with it- I won't deploy my stinger again, if that makes you more comfortable. I did not mean to offend you, I am sorry.\" He slightly bowed his head in apology with closed eyes before continuing to write.\n\nHe watched with interest, bringing his head a little closer to observe what was happening as he watched steam waft from the scales of the paralyzed fish, he wrote something down quickly- turned the page and then wrote his next set of lines. \"That is an amazing ability! I could tell from the steam you were heating them up with your body. That is so cool- you are very lucky.\" Stylet eagerly nodded at the offer to share the meal with Frostfire- so far, he enjoyed his time with this stranger- at first, he wasn't sure what to think of the colorful derg, but the more he stayed and interacted- the more he wanted to know about him- he didn't want to be too forward, but Frostfire would be the first friend Stylet had made in a very long time- with that joyful concept springing into his mind- he continued. \"I don't know what challenges you have faced- but I am very lucky to have come here by chance, to meet someone like you. Thank you for being very kind to me.\""
},
{
"author": ".Frostfire.",
"message": "*Frostfire would definitely stand his ground if there was no other choice- but otherwise he'd avoid conflict like the plague. It wouldn't be difficult to get carried away and end up killing somebody in a fight. Frosty was scared of his own strength. He felt his instincts might take over and he might go crazy. Frosty then thought for a moment.* \"Oh- I see. That makes much more sense now.\" *He was starting to piece together what this dragon's deal was. Frosty was doing it! He was socially interacting!!* \n\n\"Must be difficult... I just uh- hear things sometimes.\" *He glanced off in the distance for a moment. He didn't want to go into detail. He cleared his throat and looked back at Stylet.* \"No problem.\" *It felt good to be nice... Like maybe he could be redeemed after all the horrible things he's done. He then shook his head.* \"No no.. It's fine I just- have a few... *Reservations* About not being able to move. Don't worry.\" *He left it at that.* \n\n*He then looked confused. Compliments really weren't something he was used to. Lucky? He found it to be a burden. He was a tool for other dragons to use. He wished he was just normal. He wouldn't have ended up the way he did if he wasn't able to do it. He frowned slightly.* \"I'm just able to change the temperature of my scales. It's nothing special.\" *To him- it wasn't. It was just something he was hatched with. Something that he had to carry through his life. Something he had been targeted by Flurry for.* \n\n\"I'm glad to have met you as well. I don't often.. Get to talk to other dragons. This is a nice change of pace..\""
},
{
"author": "Stylet | The Survivor",
"message": "Stylet noted some of the differences between Frostfire and the typical dragons he interacted with- poor frosty seemed very detached- and there was a sadness in his eyes that was impossible to ignore- it reminded him of someone he used to know a very long time ago... Though of course, that story didn't have a happy ending- but it was a prelude to his freedom today at the very least, which isn't something he would ever take for granted.\n\nHe did some more writing, his utensil hitting the page as Frosty spoke and continuing as he prepared a response in real time. \"Maybe, if you hear things- it might be good to distract yourself with something. I have a journal, but maybe you could do something else entirely. Painting, sculpting, writing stories, preforming in plays- they are all opportunities to drive from the past, and into the future.\" The young Hivewing was no saint himself- a fidgety, anxious boy on the outside- that had certainly killed his fair share of individuals, though none of those killings he was truly conscious for - but they were still his crimes to bear. He believed no matter what Frostfire might've done- or suffered through- he was far from unredeemable, for much like how Frostfire didn't like and was utterly scared by the dragons he killed- so was Stylet, in that they were the same. \n\n\"I don't blame you. I was also trapped...\" His eyes skimmed the lines, but a lump caught in his throat before he continued. \"Many... Many times, it was very scary- but now- I am free, and you are free too. It's a moment to celebrate and enjoy! You are your own dragon, and nothing and no one can hold you down anymore- except, maybe yourself?\" He blushed- fearing he might've prodded a little too hard before quickly following it up with a \"Sorry-\"\n\nStylet chuckled at his comment- Frostfire finding his ability to be mundane was somewhat- amusing. \"I have never met another dragon that was able to do that... Nor have I have read about another dragon with that ability before- the closest I can imagine is the phenomenon in Skywings called 'Firecales' - but you can control that power, it acts not predominantly as a burden as it might for those with Firescales, instead- you can control that power- it is another freedom found within yourself that you've had all along. It is very special- even if you do not find it to be.\" \n\nStylet glanced up at the moon, it hung in the sky full and clear- bright enough to read the pages of his journal with little difficulty- and made it easy for him to grab and eat a fish with the goofiest smile imaginable painted across his face as he ate and awaited Frosty's response."
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{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "Galah sat staring down at the river, eyebrows furrowed as he watched the water run downstream and lap up at rocks that peaked out of the surface. He had been *Trying* To catch a fish for longer than he would like to admit - every time one came along, despite his eyes focused right on it, his talons would *Just* Miss it. At best he'd managed to cut the tail fin of one. He was determined, though. He was 6, afterall! He needs to be able to catch prey on his own already! Of course, there *Were* Classes he could take on hunting, but he would rather die before taking another additional class. He had enough wrong with him, he didn't need to be a bad hunter too. His tail waved behind him, bracing himself as he spots a particularly delicious looking lone fish. The dragonet lowers his head, tenses his shoulders and readys his claws before leaping at it. The fish flailed desperately under his talons, held flush to the rocky bottom of the river, Galah was shoulder deep in the water and awkwardly held his head up above it. He had caught it.. But.. How exactly was he supposed to actually get it out of the water? If he let go, it would just swim away, but his talons were positioned in a way that only held it down, they didn't have any grip on the fish. He let out an annoyed huff, some smoke coming out of his nose with it. He awkwardly attempted to pull his upper half back onto land while still holding the fish down by digging his back legs into the ground and pushing. It was a very unnatural position, and it dragged the fish cruelly through the sharp rocks, but eventually he pulled the fish onto land and was able to let go of it. He watched as it flopped around on the grass, bloody and scratched up from the rocks he'd slid it on. He'd done it! Hah! His eyes shone with pride as he leaned down and took the fish into his mouth and ate it."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Excuse me while I die from how long that is /lh/pos"
},
{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "LOLOL I CAN DO SHORTER ONES TOO BUT for openers i like it to be long"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "SJBFSDFHBS FAIR ENOUGH"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "The snow-tipped mountains that ranged along the river proudly announced their altitudes, its bragging nothing compared to the altitude of the IceWing Kingdom, unless it was a competition for spikes- then again, both the dragons and the natural formation of icicles seemed to modestly present itself. Nevertheless, Iceberg didn't miss the gratitude of blending colours, from dew swept grass to the stony blues of the mountainside, at times it felt perhaps grander places could be sought outside endless winters. Widespread plains and too curious eyes can reach many by word, so despite the wonder loosening his shoulders, he knew he couldn't stay long, especially with the violent thrashing making him flinch, paranoia and dread uncomfortably settling in his scales, a hiss escaping his maw.\n\nSomething- some*One* In the river, about torso deep peering down at something. Perhaps prey? Reddish scales indicated they were a SkyWing, especially the curve of their horns. His heart tightened at the purplish red. He had seen a SkyWing like that before- the warmth of his shop, the crackling of fire and the smile, pointed but genuine. The blazing fire and furred carpets making him uncomfortable, but intrigued, he remembered. There was also his words and flame, things he'll never forget for all the wrong- or perhaps best reasons.\n\nSilence kept his maw tightly clamped, eyes aware and posture rigid. He carefully watched, spiked tail curling around one of his hind legs, crouching as if the grass would camouflage his white and grey scales. If he left now, perhaps he wouldn't be noticed, but faint memories of schooling taught SkyWing's had great sight- or was it just flight? Either way, he knew he couldn't out-fly a SkyWing, even if his wing wasn't weak.\n\nAs the SkyWing ate, he found himself wondering when his last meal was. Stabs of hunger hadn't spiked into him, or perhaps he was used to a subtly in hunger, the fish an unfortunate reminder of it. Tilting his head, he tried to examine the food from afar, to see if there was anything else, but over the reeds and fish lying low, he couldn't spot the glimmer of scales a fish would produce in the glistening sunlight of the day. \n\nDebating his options, he slowly approached, dew sweeping onto his legs. He growled softly toward the SkyWing before quickly glancing toward the steady flow of water, never keeping his eye on it too long incase the SkyWing tried something, unlikely as it may be. Behind the caution in his eyes, there was something else, something innocent unless explored, until they know too much. \n\nPerhaps he should speak, but he hadn't in such a long time. With no need to, and speech giving way for others to recognise, he'd rather stay quiet. Plus, oftentimes he just... Forgot."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "His ears pricked towards the distinct sound of dragon footsteps and the drag of a tail behind them. He flared his wings slightly as he whipped his head to the unfamiliar dragon. An IceWing? What would an IceWing be doing in SkyWing territory? Did he come alone? He peered behind the dragonet, relieved to find he wasn't travelling with anyone. Not only was he alone, but this IceWing seemed passive and quiet, so he had confidence he could get the authority in this interaction, as such Galah responded to the other dragonet's inoffensive growl with a hiss.\n\n\"What's an IceWing doing on SkyWing territory?\" He asked, tail lashing behind him."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He flinched back as he flared his large wings, pinning his own to his body, sharp claws digging into the soft soil. He kept his head high \n\nHe didn't figure the dragonet to be patriotic at first, but then again, this was a SkyWing. He growled lowly in response to the SkyWing's inquiry, eyes narrowing. Normally he'd back away, but this dragonet seemed to be his age, perhaps more mature- then again, he didn't know how healthy he was compared to himself.\n\nKnowing silence wouldn't be an answer, especially to impatient tail lashing, he cleared his throat underneath his growl and spoke a vague truth. \"Looking for food,\" He notioned to the river with his eyes. He was tempted to say something else, perhaps abit witty, but caution clamped his jaw shut once again."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He followed the other dragonets gesture to the river and huffed, narrowing his eyes at it. \"Well, you probably won't have much luck here. The fish in this river are basically escape artists.\" He informed him, shaking his arms of water from when he was partially submerged just moments earlier. \"You'd be better off trying to catch something like a raccoon.\""
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{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His eyes brightened at the invitation of a challenge, and he briefly wondered how long it'd been since he and his brother raced among the evergreen trees. A streak of competitiveness ribboned through his scales, and despite the anxious swell in his stomach, he choked out a small chuckle.\n\nTension still lay in his tail as he bowed his head, shoulders high and almost kneeling amongst the riverbed as patience from various sessions of fishing, or rather mostly waiting with his father as they stood on the iced lake. His teeth were bared incase of a flicker of slick scales that happened to pass within the hole in the ice, water lazily lapping at the thick ice on the surface. He remembered how those sessions became more silent as he grew older, and he couldn't recall whether or not the silence was comfortable.\n\nWings pinned to his side, claws steady in the moist soil and eye keen, he waited for a fish to swim closer to the water's edge. Lazy fins loosely swept the pebbles below, glimmers of sunlight reflecting off its scales.\n\nWater splashed as he struck at the fish, blood curling up in the water in swirls. He lifted his head and snarled, eyes darting as the fish managed to slip from his jaws, the blood and refraction of light obscuring a proper strike. Quickly, he pounced where he thought the fish to be, considering the blood.\n\nTaking it into his maw and eating he promptly, he flashed a shy, toothy grin toward the SkyWing. \n\n\"Perhaps it would,\" He started, regarding the raccoon comment from earlier, \"But fish are much tastier.\""
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "His eyes narrowed as he watched the IceWing catch the fish, envy stabbing at his insides. It had taken him an hour to finally catch a fish, and this dragonet managed to catch the first one he saw? \"Show off, you just got lucky.\" He huffed, averting eye contact and allowing his annoyance to show through his face and his lashing tail. He supposed it made sense that an IceWing could be good at catching fish, sea life is scarce in those temperatures, so they would need to have good reflex and be able to catch the few they saw. \"Betcha couldn't catch another.\" He challenged, intending to watch the other dragonet's technique."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He smiled at the ego boost of 'getting lucky,' but he couldn't deny the anxiousness lifting in his stomach at the aggravated lashes. He hadn't wanted to show off, he just wanted to eat. He kept a note of it, to keep until he had time to reflect- hoping more prevalent fears would lay off when he did.\n\n\"Hmph, watch me,\" He stated, playing into the expectation he warped himself into- or atleast to match the SkyWing's characteristics.\n\nHe walked into the water this time, careful not to disturb the sediment on the pebbly bed, facing upstream as he positioned himself the same as before- head ducked, shoulders up, wings pinned to his sides, tail tense and claws carefully positioned in between the rocks. The blood from earlier was already swept away, as if the fish was never there, as his eyes narrowed for another fish.\n\nA lengthy trout swam by, with fat encouraging a good meal. Slowly lowering his head closer toward the water and readjusting his talons for the proper angle to strike, he leapt into the shallow water, maw clamping around the fish with struggle as pebbles scuffed at his legs and underbelly. With a grunt, he stood upright and shook himself, the trought somewhat mangled in his teeth.\n\n\"Told ya,\" He remarked somewhat casually, anxiousness easing as he attempted a smile. He flicked the trout over, to offer it to the SkyWing."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He glared at the trout, before looking up and pointing his glare to the IceWing. He definitely could go for another fish, but his pride wouldn't allow him to eat one offered to him like this. He stuck his snout up away from the food, walking into the river himself. \"I don't need *Your* Fish, I can catch my own.\" He hissed\n\nHe tried to recall and mimic the other dragonets stance. Head ducked, shoulders up, wings pinned, tail tense and claws positioned between the rocks.. He was pretty sure this is what the other had done. He felt nervous with the pressure of catching a fish - if he failed to catch one in front of this IceWing who just managed to catch two in a row, he would be humiliated. He *Had* To do this.\n\nThe fish that began to swim past wasn't as plump and appetising as the trout that the IceWing caught, but he wasn't going to be picky. He took a deep breath, lowering his head and trying to not disturb the water too much as he shifted his talons to a better position as he had seen the other dragonet do.\n\nIt was now or never, the fish wasn't going to just swim in this one section of the river waiting for Galah to catch it. He pounced forward at it, using his mouth to grab the fish instead of his talons like he had been before. The sharp rocks scratched at his delicate underbelly and chin. As he sat back up, his face dripped with river water and he seemed to have also grabbed some pebbles in his mouth along with the fish. It wasn't a graceful catch, but he did it. He unceremoniously climbed out of the river and spat out the fish and rocks, shaking his body from all the water. \"See? Easy.\" He smiled proudly as he seperate the fish from the rocks and ate it."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He sniffed indignantly at the SkyWing's reaction, growling softly as he ate the plump fish, the taste strange and new yet nice. Sitting down on the grass, he curled his spiked tail and watched the SkyWing walk into the water and crouch similarly to how he had.\n\nHe briefly wondered if this was the SkyWing's technique before- he hadn't the eyes nor position to analyse such. Judging from his earlier speech, the SkyWing wasn't having the best of luck. He allowed his own agitation to slowly fall as he watched the other prepare to jump, quietly laughing at the ungraceful fall.\n\n\"Grabbed some weights aswell?\" He asked dryly with a small smile, notioning to the rocks with his claws. His claws curled into the ground, hoping the SkyWing enjoyed his joke-thing."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "The scales on his face felt warm with embarassment - at both how the other dragonet laughed at him and the joke about the rocks. \"It-\" He batted the pebbles back into the river \"I'm just used to catching bigger fish than that one, so I opened my mouth wider than I needed.\" He lied, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his front legs. After a moment of bitter silence, he finally asked, \"What's your name anyways, IceWing?\""
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "Now it was his turn to be embarrassed- who names an IceWing *Iceberg?* Not only that, but he didn't know how big of a mouth this SkyWing had. Yet- his name had little significance to others... \nAfter some hesitation, he spoke.\n\n\"'Berg... What about you?\""
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "\"Berg,\" He repeated, trying the name out on his tongue. \"Just *Berg*? What an odd name.\" He shrugged, what did he know about IceWing names anyways? \"My name is Galah,\" He introduced pridefully, puffing his chest up"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He shrugged in turn. He didn't have to go into detail about it, which he preferred. He tilted his head at Galah. His name suited his pinkish scales, and he couldn't help but notice how proud he seemed to be. \n\n\"Galah doesn't sound much better, either.\" He joked lightheartedly. \"Sounds silly and pompous.\" He remarked, unsure if those were the right words at all."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He looked suprised and a bit offended, no one had ever poked fun of his name before - it was a very normal SkyWing name. \"It does *Not*!\" He retorted in a childish tone. \"I'm named after an intelligent and beautiful bird! Atleast my name doesn't sound like the sound someone makes as they're about to vomit!\""
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He rolled his eyes at the insufferable SkyWing. \"It's an abbreviation, bird-brain.\" He hissed, anger boasting confidence because of their similar age and size. \"I doubt you could fly better than the galahs themselves, SkyWing and all.\""
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "That stabbed him in an insecurity Iceberg couldn't have possibly been aware of, Galah opened his wings partly and unwrapped his tail from his front talons, letting it wave in warning behind him. \"What's that supposed to mean? What makes you think that, huh?\" He growled, glaring dangerously."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He growled defensively, eyes narrowing toward Galah as he showed his claws and the whip of his tail. Iceberg got up, shoulders tense and talons dug into the ground to prepare himself for anything, but mostly to run as caution swelled in his stomach.\n\n\"You can barely catch a fish for starters,\" He remarked cruelly as he remembered the comments about raccoons and escape artists. \"And if you can, you make it look pitiful.\" He said snidely. He liked the power he held, even if it was just in skills- basic as they were, he'd argue."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "Smoke flowed from his nostrils, his ears pinned flat to his head as he stood up as well. He couldn't find any words to snap back at the other dragonet with as humiliation, inadequacy and anger bubbled at his scales. He flared his wings to their full wingspan and suddenly jumped at him and held him down, talons digging into his shoulders and his back legs straddled over his stomach. His wings were huge, as typical for a SkyWing. He used them to block almost all of the IceWing's view, in hopes it would make it difficult to visualise an escape plan. \n\n\"You have some nerve!\" He spat, the fire charging in his throat visable with a faint slow illuminating the inside of his mouth. \"I should tear the membrane of your wings, then we'll see who's pitiful! Then we'll see who can't fly well!\""
},
{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "Are characters allowed to swear because i'm censoring him a little"
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "Yeah someone said fuck once I think\n\nSorry I'll go UAHSJHD"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "All too soon the tranquil blue sky was replaced with a dark red, a pain stabbed at his shoulders and his stomach felt light because of the inducing pressure. He roared and struggled underneath him, lean stature unhelpful in maneuvering. The spines on the back of his neck was terribly uncomfortable as they were forced into the ground, flinching as far away as he could from the sparks of light in his throat, shaking his head and trying to regain any sense of thought. No. He didn't want to go back. Not now. Not ever.\n\nHe just caught what Galah yelled, and without thought roared again, this time out of anger, shaking his head. He already had a weak wing- but he could fly, scars and all. *Please no,* He thought, *I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was a joke-* Was it? Words couldn't form under his stress as he tried to get away from the red."
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{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He could see the fear in the other dragonets eyes, *Good* He thought as he stared down at Iceberg. *Now he knows who's in charge. I bet he's regretting running his mouth.* But he couldn't help the small amount of guilt in his gut. Did Iceberg really think he was about to permanently disable him? Did he genuinely think if he doesn't manage to fight Galah off, that's what would happen? It was conflicting. He wanted The IceWing to fear him and regret what he'd said, but he didn't want to scare the living shit out of him. Just a healthy 'im in charge' amount of fear. But if he backed off now, then Iceberg would see that he felt bad. It would show weakness. \n\nThe fire in his throat had been heating up to a temperature that couldn't be absorbed back into his body, so he drew his wings in and let out a hot stream of fire out into the sky above them, a few flaming ashes sprinkled onto Icebergs face, but nothing that would hurt more than one second. He withdrew his talons from the other dragonet's shoulders, but didn't remove his back legs from his stomach, keeping him down on the ground. He still stared at Iceberg with a severe look, a look that tried to imply that he shot the fire in the sky as a warning and a show of power, and definitely not because he didn't want to *Actually* Burn the other dragonets face off."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His heart pounded. He didn't want to go back. He was sorry. He flinched as a hot stream of fire whirled into the sky, catching the wind, keeping his maw clamped a bit of ash fell on his face. His shoulders seemed to swell as blue blood oozed out. Nothing major, perhaps a few scratches, but *Still.* Galah seemed to be backing off, yet his stomach still lay vulnerable to his black claws. And then the look of power. The look that told Iceberg that this was no play, and if he wanted to get out alive, he'd have to stop having a limp spine and actually do something.\n\nHe shook his head once again, but this time a determination lay behind it. \"Get off me.\" He demanded, hissing and baring his teeth, allowing a storm of frost to grow behind his throat. He thrashed his wings, swiped at him at his claws. Anything to get away. Anything not to go back."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "If he got off of him, wouldn't he leave? *Not that he would care. This dragon was annoying and had a smart mouth. Why would he want him around?* Still, he hesitated to get off. \"Apologise.\" He hissed, making sure his tone sounded just as serious and dangerous as it had a few moments before, even if in reality his anger was subsiding slowly."
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{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "HELP ITS OK I WAS JUST REMINDING U IN CASE U FORGOT\n\nU DONT HAVE TO RESPOND RN"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I'LL TRY SOME WRITING >:D"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He bit and hissed loudly as he struggled underneath his weight, all too aware of the faint yet steady pressure on his stomach. His anger, unlike Galah's, was only growing as he realised hoping for mercy was going to do little, even with the 'oppurtunity' provided from Galah- but... He was desperate to get away. He didn't want to hide *More,* Even in different kingdoms even if silence from both dragons guaranteed safety for himself. \n\nThe thought interrupted his struggle. *Silence for safety.* He knew it already, for the reason he was estranged from his hometown, but underneath this SkyWing seemed to solidify the need. And silence needs convincing.\n\nHis eyes narrowed and he thrashed again. \"I'll freeze your tongue before I apologise!\" He threatened, anger unyielding as frost built up behind his throat."
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{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He blinked, seeming genuinely surprised for a moment as he processed the threat, before instinctively grabbing and holding the IceWing's mouth shut with both front talons. \"Absolutely not! Are you crazy? That could k-\" He abruptly stopped himself as he remembered how he had threatened close range fire breath to the face only moments earlier, which would probably kill the other dragonet just as well as the frost breath could. \"Ugh.\" He wore a complicated and frustrated expression as he carefully stepped off of Iceberg, still holding his mouth with a iron grip. If he let go, would he just pin him down instead now that he had gotten off of him? Would he frostbreath him? He just stood holding the other dragonets face, trying not to look as awkward as he felt, trying to still look even a bit angry and threatening. He was a good fighter, but de-escalating a fight wasn't something he had experience in."
},
{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "He's just used to fighting other angry skywing dragonets which match his energy and wasn't expecting the fear in icebergs eyes, and definitely doesn't know how to handle frostbreath"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He growled wildly as his maw was clamped by black claws, watching the expression of his captor intently, hating how much he struggled. His nostrils flared at his anger, *Exactly,* He wanted to mutter, but it came out as grunts and growls underneath his grip. Relief could be seen on his featurers, even if subtle, as the pressure on his stomach was lifted, even if the pressure could be reapplied within an instant. After properly registering the 'safety' of the situation and hoping it wasn't an illusion, he grunted and jerked his head back to the ground, trying to be free of the SkyWing once and for all."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He was jerked around a bit, not wanting to let go without confirmation that he wouldn't be blasted in the face with ice. \"I'm gonna let go, *If* You promise not to blast me with your icebreath, ok? Nod if you agree,\" His tone was careful, and it sounded almost unfamiliar even to himself. He could only be thankful none of the other SkyWing dragonets could be here to see him act so awkwardly."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He felt a twinge of embarrassment touch his snout as Galah talked to him like he was young- well, younger- than he was, his independence illuminating that fact. Rolling his eyes at the childish talk yet ironically seeming to pout like a dragonet, he nodded, slowly allowing the tension to almost leave his muscles, a steady caution staying."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He slowly and carefully removed his hands from Iceberg's snout, bringing them close to his chest and watching him with caution. \"Uhm,\" He wasn't quite sure what to say, he certainly wasn't going to apologise, it was the other dragonet that started it, afterall. It's not his fault IceWing's (apparently) didn't fight with eachother like SkyWings, how was he supposed to know Iceberg would get so scared? He closed his wings fully, to show he had no intentions of pouncing back onto him, turning back to the river and pretending to watch the water. \"...I take that kind of fighting isn't that common among IceWing dragonets?\" He tried"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "As soon as his talons left his snout he bit at the air as if it were a delayed reaction as he gained control over his jaw once again. He rolled onto his stomach and got onto his feet, tail whipping as he sought refuge away from Galah, to recollect his thoughts and assess the health of his body, curling around to keep Galah in his peripheral as he did so, slowly edging toward the waters edge aswell yet not near Galah, regarding the question quietly. \n\nHe carefully thought of a response, glancing toward Galah several times without words as he contemplated. \n\n\"My father, he taught... Me and...\" He hesitated, feeling terribly uncomfortable, trying to find the right explanation before his expression hardened, almost hissing as he spoke, \"My education has nothing to do with it.\" \n\nHis tail lashed, showing how uncomfortable he was with even attempting to speak about it."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "Galah held back a sigh at the response, oh of course, he had managed to ask a question that made the other uncomfortable. *Real great, Galah. You're so great at this.* He scolded himself internally. \"Right,\" He nodded, sitting and wrapping his tail around himself. He never knew trying to be friendly could be so difficult. He *Had* Noticed Iceberg's oddly curved wing during the squabble - only after his threat to tear the membrane, of course. He could relate to that kind of struggle enough that he wouldn't have threatened him that way if he knew beforehand. He brought one of his wings infront of himself, holding it and running his talon around the small holes and tears around the edges from his many crashes. \"As a general rule, don't insult a SkyWing about their flight. I can't think of many SkyWing's who would react well to that.\" Of course, there was more to it than that, But Iceberg didn't have to know that. If he ever flew in front of him he would probably figure it out himself anyways."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He glanced toward the SkyWing- Galah- his mind corrected as he spoke about flight, ear flicking. It was all jokes at the start- wasn't it? Then Galah got so defensive... He shouldn't of said anything in the first place, he should've just stayed in the Ice Kingdom and dwell on more important issues, like if he could capture prey that night or not. The nights he coudln't catch anything were those spent chewing bark to try subdue the ache.\n\nHe looked Galah in the eyes, hoping he'd meet his own as he spoke, \"I'm sorry.\" His expression then scrunched up in previous anger and rightness but soon broke into a solemn shame, forcing himself not to look down at the pebbles in the river where it was easier- trying to show he was genuine."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He wasn't sure how to react, struggling to return the eye contact. Sincere apologies weren't common among his peers, they were all as angry and stubborn as he was. He found his expression showed his confusion, and quickly corrected it to be more neutral. \"It's fine, you don't have to look at me like that,\" He said, looking away. \"Sorry for um. That- I wasn't actually ever intending to hurt you that bad. I was only-\" He groaned \"Augh! This is so awkward!\" He stood up abruptly, taking a deep breath as to hype himself up \"Im sorry for threatening you like that, I didn't mean it and did not expect you to get scared!\" He practically yelled as he blurted out the apology"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He blinked at how Galah struggled, shyly chuckling as he mentioned how awkward it was, quickly stopping to show that he didn't mean to offend him, talons still tense. \n\n\"It's fine. You didn't know.. I didn't know,\" He said carefully, attempting a smile then wondering if that was too nice for a rough and tough SkyWing who struggled apoligising in the first place *Without* Feeling too embarrassed.\n\n\"Do you come here often?\" He asked as he started to feel abit awkward, to get rid of the silence."
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| SadDuck** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He was more thankful for the change in subject more than he would like to admit, walking over to sit by the river as well, making sure to keep a comfortable distance between the two of them. \"Yeah, actually. Not usually to catch fish, though. I usually just come here to get away from the other dragonets.\" He admitted \"They're exhausting to be around, not that I can say i'm much different to them. It's just nice to be somewhere quiet,\" He can't remember the last time he had such a carefree conversation, it was nice. \"What brings you out to SkyWing territory?\""
},
{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "DW ABOUT IT!! Take all the time u need"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Fr why is he out here DSFKSB"
},
{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "MAN IDK he's a wanderer right? And skywing territory isn't toooooooo far from icewing territory you'd have to breifly go through sandwing territory tjo first i think"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I was just about to say in the response he's wandering - took the words out of my mouth SDJBFHJDSB/pos"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He nodded as he spoke, glad to find the mostly serene spot as well, the fish bigger than most he'd seen in the Ice Kingdom. Unwilling to bring the mood down, he gave a vague truth, \"I'm just wanderin.' No-one really minds where I go,\" He shrugged, a lonely lifestyle, but one he had learned to adapt to.\n\n\"Plus, the temperature is pretty nice, despite it not being freezing\" He joked lightly, tail flicking slightly."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "\"Yeah, the mountains here get especially cold, it even snows on some of them,\" He agreed, \"I wish I could travel and visit all the other kingdoms, but I go to school here.\" He thought for a moment \"Hmm.. Except the Kingdom of the Sand. The desert sounds a bit too hot and dry. I prefer a healthy amount of cold - though I guess that's the typical preference of SkyWings, since the mountains and sky get quite cold.\""
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He shuddered. \"I would never go there.\" He faintly thought of Galah's previous comments, those about school. When was the last time he dragged his own spiked tail to his school? The cobbled pathway ensuring formality despite the solitary nature of the location, proud spruce seemingly jutting out of small stone pillars, the faint scent of pines in the air as the breeze picked it up. It felt nostalgic, and he wasn't sure whether or not that was a good thing.\n\nHis lack of education especially showed around other IceWings with extensive vocabularies to gloat, a competition of the arrogant. His last conversation with an IceWing- Calve- only solidified the fact despite his cautious optimism about him.\n\nHe watched as the world moved so freely around him, untainted by snow or ice to immobilise it as he spoke, readjusting his talons to keep closer to himself, \"I like the warmth, sometimes. Of other kingdoms, I mean- Ice Kingdom warm and Sky Kingdom warm are different.\" He chuckled, slightly embarrassed."
}
] | 107.5 | 2,205 |
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{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "HII SORRY BEBE BEEN BUSY"
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "\"Yeah, i'd imagine,\" He nodded with a small huff of laughter. He slowly lowered himself down to lay comfortably, making sure not to make sudden movements and spook Iceberg. He dipped his front talons in the river and let the cool water lap at them, letting out a deep sigh that was accompanied with a stream of smoke, trying to fully let go of the tension in his body from the fight earlier. \"Where do you plan to go next after the SkyWing kingdom? Is there anything you wanted to see around here? I could probably show you around the mountains..\" He paused for a moment \"Not that there's buildings on them, but I meant more if you're into sight seeing.\""
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He carefully eyed Galah as he lowered himself, careful movements unlike the jagged ones during their fight, the slight ripple of water intriguing. He sat straighter, trying to regain composure and focus on the moment, wishing said moment didn't feel so tense or strangely deflated, not exactly or a good nor bad moment. \n\n\"I'm going wherever my wings- or moreso talons bring me,\" He said, unsure if his question was entirely right. It was- technically, anyway. He didn't particularly want to travel south, east, west or north, nor did he want to stay. To be lost even with direction. He curled his claws into the moist soil, uncertainty crossing his expression. Even with said confusion, it was nice being unrestricted to rules and dragons you're forced to impress. \n\nHe glanced at Galah as his own reflection started to show instead of clear pebbles, averting his gaze from himself quicky. \"If you're not going to attack me midflight,\" He chuckled nervously, a twinge of seriousness at the end of his voice. Getting up, he stretched, unfurling his left wing moreso than his right so it wouldn't get too close to Galah."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "*Answer not question SDFBSH"
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He let out a jokingly offended scoff, shaking his head. \"Obviously not,\" He probably couldn't, even if he wanted too. He looked over at the other dragonet as he stretched, taking in his features and quirks. He seemed to have burn marks on his talons, and the odd kink in his wings was more obvious when they were stretched out like this - the more he stared, the more he felt guilt for his threats. He just had to threaten to tear his wings and burn him, didn't he? He wouldn't blame Iceberg if he thought he was intentionally aiming to threaten his weak spots and possible past traumas. \n\nThough he had only just sat down, it was obvious they were going to take flight soon and he knew himself better than to attempt flying without stretching. He stretched much like a feline, large wings stretching up into the air, shaking for a minute as he held them out as far as they could stretch. He then batted them a few times, resting to make sure his coordination was decent today and then with a deep breath began to beat them with enough power to catch the air below him. He hovered above the other and looked at him with the implication for him to join him in the air. He was quite proud of that lift off, he knew sometime during this flight Iceberg would likely notice his shoddy flying, but he didn't want to make it obvious from the moment he left the ground, that would just be humiliating."
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He stepped slightly away from Galah as he stretched, secretly admiring his large wings, even if it was typical for a SkyWing. He noticed small tears, but didn't think much of it, considering their scuffle despite Iceberg's foggy memory of whether or not he'd actually done anything to Galah. Iceberg hadn't flown much around other dragons, not since his scarring. Hiding his deep breath with a determined look and proud posture, he raised his chin, giving his sore shoulders one last stretch before lifting into the sky.\n\nHis lift took abit of momentum, expression sheepish his wings bound into the sky, stomach light, indicating an anxious swell to flying with an apolegetic yet dangerous *Sky*Wing. He tried to filter his expression, attempting to make it expectant yet not impatient with relaxed features, raising his chin, signalling to continue."
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "He lifted his wings and began to beat them with more force, as to lift further into the sky instead of just hover. He angled himself towards one of the mountains in the distance, but the air current had other ideas, trying to push him in another direction. He began trying to counteract that with some extra beats from his left wing, only to overcompensate and nearly turn upside down. He silently panicked and flailed around until he got back upright, lowering his head so he wouldn't have to see Iceberg's face if he had seen that. \"There's- There's a lot of small mammals up in these mountains, i've even seen some foxes,\" He called over, raising his voice slightly to make sure it didn't get lost in the wind"
}
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{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "*Flutters mine back*\n\nMhm! Sorry for taking so long"
},
{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "NONO ITS OKAY it's not as if i was particularly speedy with my reply"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "He nodded, keeping his quiet stance on things as he focused on the angle of his wings and how the mountains reached for the skies instead of adapting with them like churning hills. \n\nLost in thought as he gazed at the lazy goats, he was disturbed by the sudden absence of wingbeats, glancing around to seek Galah. His large wingspan was notable, and something Iceberg envied, especially with his weak wing. With a few exaggerated flaps, he propelled higher, a little above Galah so his anxious stomach would settle. \n\nHe admired the scarce, yet pure snow that gleamed on the mountain side, the cool temperatures soothing his joints as he glided.\n\n\"..I don't think I've ever seen one before. Do they taste good?\""
},
{
"author": "Galah He/Him",
"message": "Galah thought for a moment, then nodded. \"Yeah, they taste pretty good. I've never hunted one myself though, they're smaller than a human but still big enough that i've only grown to a size where I could feel comfortable attacking one in the past few years.\" He looked up at Iceberg, he wasn't *Offended* That he took higher 'ground' than him, but it did make him want to fly up higher and one up him. \"Why? Are you hungry? We can land on the mountain and look for some prey,\""
},
{
"author": "pkmnsilvy",
"message": "I'm just assuming cause it's after the events of the 15th book they call humans .. Well humans"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "That's a neat assumption/gen/pos"
}
] | 19.5 | 333 |
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{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "Prince Walker was silently watching everyone from his little corner in the plaza. His barbed tail swung around dangerously, warding anyone away from himself, even if he was the Prince. He didn't like attention, nor talking to people he wasn't interested in. His dull, uninteresting scales reflected very little sunlight, as the heat simmering off the cobblestones barely bothered him. Flicking his tongue, he shifted his gaze away from the center and towards the buildings built around the area. It was around midday, so there was quite a bit of traffic, with mainly Sand'Wings walking about. He liked watching, but was rarely ever let out of the castle since he was... Dangerous in ways. He soon lost track of the world around him, deep in his thoughts. Even his tail fell still, his wings resting upon the ground."
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "He slipped through the crowds easily, his small body winding through like a snake. His gaze was hidden beneath a large cloak, covering his wings and body completely. Luci recognized the Prince, smirking just slightly. Though, he'd keep his distance. He nonchalantly followed the young prince, twinkling the little necklace around his neck."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He shook his head, snapping himself out of his own thoughts. He eventually pushed himself up and lifted his wings up, curling his tail up like a spring. He then began to wander near a restaurant, his sail wavering softly as he moved. He took no notice of Luci, or anyone else really. After all, no one would really meddle with him, due to his reputation."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Will be afk occasionally. I have school- will ping when I respond"
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "Luci slowly walked past the restaurant, before looping around and into an alley. It opened up, where trash was tossed. He sprung up onto the building, his tail latching onto the pole above to swing. Lucifer slipped onto the top of the restaurant, walking across the roof."
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "*Wolfsbane landed on the building his scales shifting from camouflage to his normal shade of purple. He glanced down at Lucifer, his own hood pulled over his head, as if expecting something*"
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "He nodded towards the inside of the restaurant. \"The Prince is here.\" He stated quietly, motioning with his tail. \"Wouldn't hurt to get a few new recruits...\" He hissed softly, a conniving laugh."
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "\"And I suppose it is my duty to aprehend him?\" \n\n*Wolfsbane mumbled, his voice deep and foul.*"
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "\"Yes, but-\" He stopped the tall figure with his tail, swaying it slightly under his chin, before letting it rest beneath his own talons. \"We'll take it easy... No force, just a silent nod towards our community. A promise of care, and compassion. He looks like a sad sap, anyway.\" He snickered."
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "\"You know his reputation, force is the only way about it. Force is the only way to get what you want. To get our purpose fulfilled.\" *He snarled lowly, his tail flicking violently*"
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "\"So aggressive, my friend.\" He teased, before slowly slipping down the building. \"Some people just need a but of a... Push. In the right direction.\" He said in his smooth voice, hitting the sand with a gentle puff."
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "*He followed, grimacing at the idea that this insane dragon would come peacefully* \"I will use force if necessary, dragons like that one are highly dangerous.\""
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "\"We'll be fine, truly.\" He laughed, before slipping inside."
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "*Once again, Wolfsbane followed* \"If you say so.\""
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He was already resting on the ground, his tail curled up next to him in a rather dangerous position, a position where he could easily strike anyone who dared walk near him. He wasn't eating necessarily, he just wanted a bit of a break from the sun, since his scales took more heat in than normal. He was quite alert, his ears twitching as his gaze rested near the other dragons."
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "He approached casually, not set off by this dragon in the slightest. Despite his small appearance, his towering buddy would cause most dragons in the area to stay a good bit away. Lucifer gave him a small smile, a sympathetic one. \"Hello.\""
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "*Wolfsbane stood a little bit away, acting as a form of bodyguard for Lucifer, keeping other dragons away with a glare. His fangs were bared, venom threatening to come bubbling out*"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Sorry for long wait, a bit busy rn. Will ping when I respond."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He muttered to himself, as if scolding the duo silently. He didn't even take notice of the \"Bodyguard,\" Rolling his eyes as he got up. His tail swayed, and quite ready to strike whenever someone tried to attack him. \n\"What made you think it was ever so *Smart* Of you to try talking to me?\" He asked bluntly, shifting his wings in annoyance. He really didn't want to do this right at this moment."
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "\"I mean... Why not?\" He shrugged his wings, smirking slightly. A calming aura emanated from the RainWing, putting Prince Walker in a haze, though it wasn't noticeable at first. Just a slight change in his brain, a silent... 'This guy is friendly...'"
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "*He moved to stand beside Lucifer, glaring down at the Prince* \n\n\"This dragon will likely not negotiate, we need not waste our time. I can make this far simpler if you just **Let me**.\""
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He seemed completely unbothered by the calmness being given off by the Rain'Wing, snorting as if in amusement. He kept his gaze towards Luci, smiling faintly. \n\"I'm Prince Walker. What about you?\" He had completely disregarded whatever the other dragon had said. His insanity did protect him from manipulation, since he did so much of it himself."
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "\"Lucid. I'm Lucid. Nice to meet you, Prince.\" He dipped his head in a respectful manner, eyes glinting of interest."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "\"Interesting name. Now get out of my face.\" He snarled, baring his teeth as his tail arched up above his head. He snorted, shuffling his wings as his dull eyes kept a very close eye on Luci. He was still disregarding the other dragon, he didn't care about them."
}
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{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "\"I told you, Luci. Now, shall I deal with this or do you want to continue yabbering on thinking words will work.\""
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "Luci tilted his gaze just slightly at Walker, interest clear in his yellow eyes. \"Hmm... You seem...\" He thought of the word, smiling slightly. \"Alone.\""
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "BlEhh sorry for late response I have a four day weekend so I slept in-"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He finally acknowledged the presence of the other person, snarling at them. \n\"Shut. Up. I don't not care about you right now.\" He then drifted his gaze back down, snorting.\n\"Of course I'm alone, who would want to protect me? I'm insane, after all.\" He giggled, swaying his tail. It was now unclear what his intent was anymore."
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "\"Insane? No, I'm sure there is a reason behind your madness?\" He questioned. \"It must simply be cured.\" He soothed, tail swaying in a hypnotic motion. \"We could use someone like you, you know?\" He murmured."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "\"I believe there is no reasoning with whatever happened to me. All you should know is that I know exactly what you're trying to do.\" \nHe grinned, giggling once more. He then laid down once more, swaying his tail in front of him. It was quick and unpredictable. \n\"I dare you to try to get me without getting bitten or stung.\" He tilted his head, and looked like he was holding back laughter."
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "\"As I was saying, Luci, let me deal with him. This could've gone far more smoothly if you let me in the first place.\""
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "He frowned, before giving Devil the nod of approval. *Do your thing.* His gaze seemed to say."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "You may do violence. Won't sting obv because the sting is supposed to kill so i won't use it.\n\nWill be a tad unresponsive since im playing doors for the first time with someone else ;w;"
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "*Devil stepped forwards, grinning. His talons grasped Walker by the side of the head and forced it down, standing to the side to keep an eye on orders from Lucifer*"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "His eyes widened in surprise that they actually did it, before let a harsh roar out. He began to thrash, trying to squirm out of the grasp, not daring to use his tail. His wings slammed towards Wolsbane, he was *So* Close to getting out."
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "Lucifer grinned, an evil look. He removed his cloak hood, revealing himself to the other dragons in the restaurant. Chaos erupted, dragons rushing to escape- some going to warn the royals."
},
{
"author": "Wolfsbane/Devil",
"message": "*Wolfsbane curled his tail over to remove his own good, one set of talons raised above the prince's head as a threat* \"It is suggested you come quiet and calmly.\""
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "\"To remove his own good-\" *What*"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He snarled, staring at the talons as he slowly grew still. His wings were still upright however, his breathing uneven and angry. His tail also was held up, as if he was going to sting them if they tried to knock him out or slash at him. He wasn't paying attention to what was happening around him."
},
{
"author": "Luci | he/him",
"message": "He grinned wider, before a few other dragons approached. All seemingly with the small RainWing."
}
] | 39.5 | 683 |
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{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She bustled into the busy plaza, looking for TimeZone and Zero. She waved through the crowds, settling next to a simple yet beautiful fountain, considering the details as she felt the engravved designs, her ears flicking as she listened for the familar rumble of the two voices which were possibly fighting or just being passive-aggressive, neither of which she would be surprised at."
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "|~| Timezone strode through the plaza, not really minding where Zero was, eventually spotting Painted Dog & waving before strutting over |~| \"C'mon Zero!\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She smiled, waving her wing. \"Hey!\""
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "**Zero after inspecting some fine stone bricks catches up with the others** \"I'm here\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She laughed. \"Took 'ya long enough, I was growin' mould at the rate you were takin'.\" She laughed then shook herself as if to get rid of the imaginary mould."
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "**Zero smiled faintly and backed up slightly to get get out of the way of the 'Mould'\"**\n\n\"Anyways what's there to buy around here...\"\n\n**Zero looks around hoping to find anything remotely interesting but only seems to find random dragons bustling about doing their day to day activities\"**\n\n\"Maybe we could go grab some food\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She shrugged. \"I'm not very hungry, despite being MudWing and all.\" She said, feeling unnecacary to explain."
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "\"How very uncharacteristic\" Zero said sarcastically\n\n\"Have you ever been to the rainforest before?\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "\"Nah. Only Sand and Sky Kingdom.\""
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "\"You should visit sometime\" Zero said offhandedly\n\n\"Well i should be off then I got people to see back home\" Zero said quickly\n\n**Zero quickly flies off without waiting for a response** \n\"What an odd day... Perhaps I made a few friends\""
}
] | 34 | 372 |
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{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "The blazing sun warmed her wings as she crept out of the shadows, eyes squinting in the blanket of light and warmth over the cloudless sky. She greeted strangers like friends and friends like family, throwing half-hearted insults at her mates, who merely laughed and returned the favour. It seemed the sun went on forever, and she *Loved* It, wondering why she even was in the shadows in the first place. She kept a keen eye on the slow moving crowds, who were clearly not as energetic as her. She huffed, smoke filling the air as it left her maw. The world moved slowly, and despite her banter just moments earlier, it seemed just as lonely. \n\nShe went on a walk around, eyes lurking around dragons like a skilled thief. She found nothing interesting to take- say for a golden pocketwatch that she'd sell to some of her... Less than legal friends for a good price. Just as she was about to finish her walk, a glint of scales made her peer up, noticing an IceWing. Intrigued by the rare occurrence, she bounded over energetically. \n\n\"You're new, aren't ya?\" She asked perhaps abit offensively, taking in the features of the IceWing. Now she was closer, she identified the greys that tinted his scales. Perhaps she hadn't realised earlier because of the shadows tripping her out, but I digress."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond sometime today."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Just letting you know I may be at school"
},
{
"author": "Glimmer'Light",
"message": "He was hiding in the shadows, obviously trying to avoid as much heat as possible during the daylight. The shadows hid him quite well, which would've been surprising for an Ice'Wing, unless of course he was also something else as well. He flicked his tail, his gaze perked as if he was looking for someone, before flinching slightly when he heard her voice.\n\"Oh- not new really. I've been here before, I just tend to not be in this area sometimes.\" He nodded, smiling politely. His tail flicked restlessly, his wings shuffling. He had several wounds that were recently healing, and his talons were strangely ragged, and jagged. He then sighed, shuffling so he'd have some more space, while staying in the shade to keep cool."
}
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{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I'm sorry- I'm dumb"
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She raised a brow, surprised by the bluntness, it explaining the flinch from her casual wing bump afterward, the touch not as cool as she'd expected from an IceWing- yet he was quite strange, especially as his snout poked into the sharp light, confirming a dark grey and not merely the illusion of shadows. A hybrid? \n\n\"What's an Icewin' like you doing fighting ruffians?\" She scolded playfully, refraining from exaggerated gestures, keeping a toothy grin. \"Thought yous were too 'sophisticated for that,\" She snickered."
},
{
"author": "Glimmer'Light",
"message": "\"Ahhh hahah very funny. Ruffians, eh? Why you think ruffians?\" He rolled his eyes, flicking his tail a *Little* Too close to Mesa. Whether it was intentional or not was up to her. He then fully stepped out of the shadows, as if trying to get a better look of his surroundings. His scales gleamed in the sunlight, sparkling like ice, yet infected by some scales that didn't seem to reflect in the same way. It was more, Night'Wing like, the way it glittered instead. He then sighed, lifting his wing to shade his head as he turned his head back. \n\"Besides, not all Ice'Wings like to be so sophisticated. Look at Hyperborean, heh. He's not much on the whole royalty formalities, or so I've heard.\" He partially mocked, rolling his eyes once more."
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{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "It's been couple of hours past mid-day, but the sun still blazed down at scales which radiated with warmth as well, crowds of golden scales hushing through the small stands, each of them selling national and international goods. The dragons in between the stands and the heat chattered, argued about some crazy prices and enjoyed their breaks of whatever jobs they were doing during the day. \n\nIn all between those many dragons there was a fountain, splashing small rivers falling from its sculptures and being a refreshing location for any overheating dragon. There on the edge of that fountain sat an outstanding looking dragon... White-cream scales covered with several reddish spots, curly dark red hair, ruby eyes, rainwing-like ears and the tail tip of a sandwing, which was just as dark red as all of his claws. There this unusual sight of a dragon was sitting and playing his -fitting to him also red- guitar, singing his songs about culture, love and destiny. That Angel-like voice obviously caught some dragon's attention, and so a little basket in front of him filled with coin by coin every two minutes."
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "*Smoke coiled into the air as a masked Sandwing stepped into the plaza, his deformed tail twitching as he walked in silence.*\n\n*Eventually, he came to a halt and let out a low grumble*\n\n\"*What is that wretched noise?*\"\n\n*Anubis scowled as he spoke, a slight snarl escaping his jaws*"
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Romeo has obviously heard and seen from the corner of his eye what enormously dangerous looking dragon appeared from behind-... He hoped he didn't meant his singing and so continued singing his current love song (aka \"Love love love\" By \"Of monsters and men\" This soul curing fr) to the dragons surrounding him and enjoying the rare talent which dared to show itself in public. But with the appearance of the terrifying voice of whoever that was, the dragons started to slowly leave, some even quicker in panic. Rome wasn't really aware of what might happen soon, but who would attack a musician who's just pleasing the inhabitants with rare found music around here?"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Anubis: \"Got a license to sing here?\"\n\nRomeo: \"No- why would I-\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "*\"Ah...\"*\n\n*He muttered to himself, his violet eyes landing on Romeo, as a coil of smoke escaped his snout once more.*\n\n*He stepped closer to him, his tail swaying partially.*\n\n\"Sir, the queen would greatly appreciate it if you halt that... Wretched noise or whatever it is.\"\n\n*He spoke oddly calmly, although his eye twitched in annoyance beneath the mask*"
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Eventually he decided to stop as soon as the more massive built dragon stood in front of him. Romeo could tell he was in trouble as soon as he has seen his mask barely being up.\n\n\"She-...Does? But the people here- it's crowded and everyone is only chattering.\n\nThey-... Seem to like a slight change of ambience. Some music never harmed anyone, right?\"\n\nRomeo's stomach felt heavy, turning itself in fact as he felt the gaze of that dragon pushing him further and further down. Ofc he was slightly annoyed on the inside- as if the queen could really hear this all the way over to her palace, and even if, why taking joy from other dragons.\n\n\"I-...Can move somewhere else on the plaza if this spot is an issue\""
},
{
"author": "Anubis",
"message": "\"Even I do not understand the nonsense that is her rules, but either way, she desires not music publically. For some reason, she sees it as a way for conspirators to discuss plans. Paranoid filth.\"\n\n*Anubis grumbled, gritting his teeth. His talons dug into the cobblestone ground beneath him.*\n\n\"My advice is to halt your playing.\"\n\n*Anubis twitched his tail with his eyes still narrowed and fixed upon Romeo*"
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "\"Y-yeah... S-sure...\"\n\nHe took his claws off the strings of his guitar, I'm comparison to those of Anubis Romeo's seemed like those of a dragonet, apparently only made for gently playing an instrument while not ripping any of its strings.\n\n\"Where can I play then? Cause- pardon my talking but I am not having any message in my songs... Well except for Love, hope for some of us... You've seen yourself how the inhabitants here enjoyed it, right?\"\n\nHe dared to take a short eye contact, instantly feeling the regret in having talked back to someone who's body language told him that he was ready to get violent."
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{
"author": "Faith",
"message": "*The young dragonet had wandered her way into possibility. It was hot and uncomfortable but she had already gotten lost in the endless dunes of sand. She looked like a little colorful spec amongst the sea of muted brown and yellow. She looked fragile and injured. Through her bit of traveling she had amassed quite a bit of new scars and scratches. The forest wasn't very kind to her.* \n\n*She was also desperately hungry. She smelled food near the marketplace but it was way too scary with all the dragons around. She had stumbled across a more remote place. One filled with.. What looked like food.? She had never seen so much food in one place. She didn't know what most of this stuff was but it looked good to eat... Even if it wasn't. She was gonna die if she didn't consume something soon. She dug around near a patch of carrots and pulled one out. She inspected the thing and began nibbling on it. It tasted edible!*"
},
{
"author": "coral | she/her",
"message": "Coral hummed softly to herself, a melodic tune in the dense, quiet desert. As she plucked a carrot from the fertile soil, her talons gently brushing the earth, she couldn't help but admire the vibrant orange hue of the vegetable. She examined it closely, her eyes taking in the intricate patterns of ridges and curves, before placing it delicately in her woven basket. The basket was already brimming with a colorful assortment of freshly harvested vegetables.\n\nRunning her talons across the soft, emerald-green leaves of the planted vegetables, Coral couldn't help but smile. Each leaf seemed to whisper secrets of growth and life, and the garden was a sanctuary she had lovingly nurtured. Her mind danced with the prospect of the evening's meal, a tantalizing recipe she had been perfecting over the years.\n\nThe sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the garden. Coral took a moment to close her eyes and breathe in the dusty air, feeling the gentle caress of the coarse breeze on her scales. With her basket now filled, she spread her wings and prepared to return to her cozy dwelling."
},
{
"author": "Faith",
"message": "*Faith began picking as many of the plants as she could. She had the instinct to save food and squirrel it away whenever she could thanks to the fact where she was previously kept food came very scarcely. She was so invested in this bounty of food that she didn't notice Coral at all. Faith was far too emaciated to take her attention off of eating at the moment. Every other thing she grabbed from the ground went right into her mouth.* \n\n*She drew closer to Coral. She was quiet and sneaky. So much food in one place made her feel a bit uneasy. She had to fight hard to get any scrap of anything edible thrown her way. And now there was just.. So much of it laying around. And it was so good too! Probably the best things she had ever eaten. It wasn't a very high bar... But still.* \n\n*She accidentally got a bit too close to Coral. Finally seeing the dragon in front of her. She yelped. Startled. She immediately began backtracking and turned to get the hell out of there. This was probably all owned by that dragon wasn't it. She was about to get murdered! She couldn't carry everything she collected and run at once so she dropped most of it and made a beeline out of there. She looked to be in terrible shape with all sorts of scars and injuries. Certainly not a dragonet that should be out here all by herself.*"
},
{
"author": "coral | she/her",
"message": "Coral blinked in surprise as Faith suddenly yelped and hurriedly backed away from her. The young SeaWing had been so engrossed in her gardening and thoughts that she hadn't noticed Faith's approach until that moment. \n\nConcern etched across Coral's face as she watched the emaciated dragonet drop most of the food she had collected and make a panicked retreat. Quickly assessing the situation, Coral realized that this dragonet was in desperate need of help. She couldn't ignore the visible scars and injuries that marred the poor dragon's form.\n\nWith a gentle and soothing tone, Coral called out to Faith, \"Wait, it's alright. I won't hurt you. Please, you're safe here.\" She carefully approached, making sure not to startle Faith again. Coral's heart ached at the sight of the young dragon's condition.\n\n\"I have plenty of food, and I can help with those injuries,\" Coral offered, extending a talon toward Faith in a non-threatening manner. \"You don't have to be alone out here. Come, let's get you cleaned up and fed. My name is Coral, by the way. What's yours?\" Coral's empathy and nurturing instincts kicked into high gear as she extended a lifeline to the frightened dragonet."
},
{
"author": "Faith",
"message": "*Faith had never really been spoken to kindly or calmly. The tone of voice in the stranger gave her pause. She turned her head back toward Coral. Her breathing was rapid and she was shaking like a leaf. She saw Coral approaching and for every step Coral took forward Faith took a step back. She did not trust Coral one bit. No matter how kind the stranger sounded.* \n\n*Her eyes were wide as she studied Coral's every movement. Ready to start sprinting as fast as she could if the dragon made too quick of an approach. Faith saw Corals outstretched talon and winced. Expecting Coral to lash out at her for taking their food or for some other reason. When that didn't happen she got a slightly confused look on her face.* \n\n*She didn't feel any anger or hostility coming from the dragon. Usually she could tell what other dragons were feeling. Faith only felt... Sadness. Why did this stranger feel so sad? What did that mean? Faith frowned slightly. Could the stranger be trusted? Or at least.. Maybe just talked to to see if they really meant good.* \n\n\"Wh-why would.. You h-help me?\" *She finally said after a long time of silence. She had a very quiet and very stuttery voice. She didn't talk much before- and when she did she had to be very quiet. Her voice reflected that- even now that she could speak without punishment.* \"I ha-haven't done anything f-for you.\"\n\n*Things were always give and take. Never just give. At least not in her world.* \"And.. M-my name is.. Is Faith.\" *She had come up with that name for herself. She was given a name she didn't particularly like.. Well- it was just a number. Not even a real name.*"
},
{
"author": "coral | she/her",
"message": "She kept a respectful distance now, noticing Faith's nervousness and hesitation. She maintained her calm and gentle demeanor, not wanting to exacerbate Faith's fear. Her heart ached even more as she observed Faith's visible distress.\n\nWhen Faith finally spoke, Coral listened attentively to her stuttering voice. It was clear to Coral that Faith had been through a great deal of hardship, and trust was not something that came easily to her.\n\nCoral replied softly, \"Faith, helping you is the right thing to do because every dragon deserves kindness and care. You don't have to do anything for me in return. I want to help because you're in need, and it's the compassionate thing to do.\" Coral's words were sincere, and her eyes reflected the empathy she felt.\n\nShe nodded as Faith introduced herself, appreciating the willingness to share a name. \"It's nice to meet you, Faith,\" Coral said warmly. \"I promise I won't harm you. If you're hungry or hurt, I have food and healing remedies that can ease your pain. You can decide if you'd like to stay or go, but I hope you'll at least let me help you for now.\" Coral kept her talon outstretched, not as a threat, but as an offer of assistance, leaving the choice entirely in Faith's hands."
},
{
"author": "Faith",
"message": "*She stared at Coral with utter confusion on her face. She had been taught the exact opposite. Only a very limited few dragons deserved good lives. And Faith wasn't one of them. At least she was told that. Though she could physically feel the empathy pouring from this dragon. It was a little intense. She had only ever felt empathy for others. Not other people feeling empathy for her. It was strange...*\n\n\"I-I don't b-believe you..\" *She looked down for a moment before looking back up at Coral.* \"But... I'll g-go with you.\" *The offer sounded way too good to pass up. What did she have to lose anyway? If she got caught by this dragon and brought back to that place she'd just be killed.. She'd die from infection if her wounds weren't treated anyhow. She was between a rock and a hard place with a little crack offering her a way out. It was an offer she couldn't refuse.* \n\n*She slowly began inching her way toward Coral. Like a wild kitten approaching somebody with a treat in their hand. She didn't get too close but she was definitely close enough to reach out and grab now. Faith still looked like she was ready to run away at a moments notice. But she had a glint of curiosity in her eye. She wanted to know who Coral really was as a dragon.*"
},
{
"author": "coral | she/her",
"message": "Coral nodded understandingly at Faith's initial hesitation. She was aware that this poor dragonet had gone through quite a lot... She could tell by the wounds. \n\nAs Faith began inching closer, Coral remained still, maintaining her gentle and non-threatening demeanor. She didn't make any sudden movements that might startle the cautious dragonet. Instead, she offered a warm and reassuring smile.\n\n\"I understand your skepticism...\" Coral said softly, her voice filled with empathy. \"Thank you for giving me a chance to prove my intentions. You won't regret it. Let's start with a meal and taking care of those injuries. After that, we can talk and get to know each other better. You're not alone anymore.\""
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{
"author": "Prince Puddle",
"message": "Puddle was in Possibility. It was a wonderful city with every type of dragon, and he was happy to be in a place that had water—and mud. The MudWing sat at the edge of the small stream, right beside the bridge. He was well used to traveling, but some climates he could never break his scales into. Traveling through the Sand Kingdom with the sun beating on his wings and the dryness in his mouth made him a bit agitated, but once he settled down into Possibility for a little while he'd be fine. \n\nThe MudWing dipped his claws into the stream before splashing it on his face, shaking out his scales before spotting a familiar face. He smiled warmly.\n\n\"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, Miss Mesa.\" He greeted. His earrings clinked together just a bit as he caught up to the SandWing. \n\nPrince Puddle had aged a bit. New scars adorned his face and tail, and he'd added some golden jewlery with green stones along his horns and ears. He looked like a proper prince besides the warmness of his demeanor—that was all MudWing."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "The sun's warmth soaked into her scales as the day slowly wandered on. A slow, quiet day that encouraged anything but staying inside. So out she wandered. She had no plans for the evening, which suited her despite her wish to talk to socialise and banter with strangers.\n\nShe flicked her ear as she heard a voice call out to her. Without missing a beat, she turned her head and replied, \n\n\"Why, of course I am! There's a reason my mirror hasn't broken yet,\" Opening her eyes to see the owner of the strangely familiar voice, \"Oh- hey Puddle!\" \n\nRecognition and surprise lightened her obsidian eyes, baring a large smile as she pranced over, barbed tail moving side to side softly as she stopped.\n\n\"My, look at *You,* Clearly you've broken some mirrors with your scars,\" She joked teasingly, beyond happy to see her old friend. \"Where've you been? I haven't seen you since forever!\"\n\nShe carefully took in his features: the earrings, scars and overall the mass of him was somewhat startling. She could never imagine him the way he was currently, though it fit like a small piece to finish a marvellous puzzle. Her sail was a little more ruffled and she still had the wild look she had when younger, though now, she seemed like she was content and more confident with her position in life."
},
{
"author": "Prince Puddle",
"message": "Puddle laughed, his massive MudWing stature leaning forward to take a good look at her. He seemed to search for a second before he leaned back, happy with what he found. \n\n\"I've been traveling, working—You know Pyrrhia doesn't wait for anyone, so someone's gotta catch up with it all. Hopefully the spats I've been in haven't left me too ugly—I mean, really, you should see the other guy.\" He told her, his tail sweeping the floor with excitement. Throughout all the years he's been traveling, he never got over recounting all he's done. \n\nHe pointed to his maw, the large scars around his mouth and the scar that wraps completely from one side of his mouth to another. He had a look in his eye—almost reminiscing, like he was looking back at something fond. In the quirk of his jaw, however, told anyone it was obviously not a kind memory. \n\n\"SkyWings.\" He told her, \"Little pack near home, thought I had come for a fight. They'd already seen some action, though, so after they took my face by surprise I made sure they scurried off. Didn't want Mama to worry, though. No need to worsen the already rough patch we've had with them, I'm not looking for a fight and I'm sure no one wants war over a little scratch.\" He shook his head resolutely.\n\n\"But you, sister, you've grown! I see a look in your eye—your back's got straighter, you walk with more oomph!\" He laughed at his own words before giving her another look. She really had grown into herself—and she looked almost happy."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "\"Aw, that's cute, you must have matching scars! Matching ugliness too- you can't discredit the other fella too much if it's compared to you,\" She snickered, already having a blast talking to her old friend- she hadn't realised how much she missed their chats until now, as energy radiated from their conversation. \n\nAs he pointed to his once clean jaw, she took in with more detail the scar, as if a red-hot chain was wrapped around it or rather an IceWing's careful claws, intricately sliced.\n\nShe laughed, fascinated by his story, curious about the 'rough patch' and how he felt about it. It was his uncles and aunts who were killed, wasn't it? She wondered if he was sad about it, considering MudWing culture. \"I doubt you're worth much of a war, either.\" She half laughed, a genuine smile on her maw. \"It's just a lil' ol' stratch anyway, doesn't hinder your appearance at all,,\" She said unconvincingly, clearly joking, almost too comfortable to insult.\n\nShe straightened her neck as he said so, relaxing it with a laugh at his words, smiling toothily. \"Don't forget my crooked grin,\" She said, broadcasting an exaggerated, gummy and almost uncomfortable looking one, finally relaxing it and giggling. \"Spending more time in the skies and less appealing others,\" She said eagerly, happy to share her knowledge she wished she knew earlier. Sure, appealing to others is part of her job, but it didn't feel like a necessity anymore.\n\nShe nodded, proud of both of their development through the years, scars and all. She gave an unsure look when he mentioned SkyWings snapping, their temperament definitely earning her some dirty looks- which perhaps she deserved at times. After he finished, she replied with a soft smile, \"Ain't that the unfortunate truth, though I don't think I want to be worth too much other than a small fuss about my death,\" She thought about his later words for a moment. \"I guess you'll see how far loyalty goes, Sky and IceWings included. Only thing to do is to wait.\"\n\nShe glanced around, taking in the scenery. She laid down next to him, talons creeping into the mud as they rested. Dragonflies buzzed around the river, the bridge standing proudly as its shadow graced the river below, the water lapping the sides peacefully. \"I love that it's not perfect,\" She said, tone appreciative, \"Nobody is, and the splurge of uneven houses gives way more depth than any straight thing.\"\n\nMesa hummed for a moment, a small idea in her mind, something she would perhaps expand on later plucked from his previous statements."
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{
"author": "Prince Puddle",
"message": "Puddle nodded, decidedly moving so his side was coated by the muddy part of the river and letting his limbs dip into the water. He sighed contentedly as the cool mud blanketed his side, comfort evident. \n\n\"This, though, sister—This is perfect. Mud in the SandWing kingdom, enough for a fella like myself to feel right at home. Everything here is crooked and smushed together, but there's home for all of us.\" He laughed as he rolled onto his back, carefree for just a second before he remembered he was in public, making a bit of a scene. Well, who could blame a guy? Traveling in the Sand Kingdom with no mud to be found, nothing to cool his scales, the grainy sand stuck between his toes? He was a born traveler, but it still felt pretty impossible every time he made a big trek. \n\nShaking his head and getting back into an acceptable lounge, he gave Mesa a look. \n\n\"You should try it sometime.\" He stated, feeling the coolness on his back and side start to be blown by the wind. It made him shiver happily. \"Know you're SandWing and all, but stayin' cool around here is mighty rough for the rest of us.\""
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She giggled at his display, doing little to hide it. \"Sometimes it's hard to think of you as royal, Prince Puddle.\" She commented, tail swaying carefully and talons tapping a half beat then parradiddles, subconsciously switching with para-paradiddles and so on. \n\n\"Get myself in *That* Mess? Eugh- I know I like swimming more than the average scorpion, it still doesn't mean I don't have a *Little* Amount of dignity left\" She said, jokingly haughty as she wrinkled her snout at the thought. She sighed, as if in defeat despite giving no time to reply. \"Fine, fine, only if you insist. Palming the mud, she clearly disliked it as it stuck to her talons, under her claws. \n\n\"Oi, Puddle~\" She sang almost too kindly before throwing the bit of mud out of her palm, directed to his face."
},
{
"author": "Prince Puddle",
"message": "As Puddle closed his eyes and rested into the cool mud, he heard an all-too-kind singsong—Followed by a splat of mud right up his snout as he was breathing in. He coughed and snorted, his laughs choking him as he spat up mud, then dug his claws in and kicked up a healthy amount of it right to her chest. He quickly finished choking and coughing, peeking down at her jovially. \n\n\"That was *Dirty!*\" He peeked through the coating on his face, hardly visible against his scales—besides the fact that his scar was mysteriously gone under the grime. The prince was obviously not upset by it... But he pretended to be.\n\nHe gathered a small amount—he knew other dragons found mud gross, so he didn't want to overdo it—and tossed it gently over her already mud-covered talons. Despite it being hardly any payback, his grin was a winning one. He looked happy."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She burst out laughing, barbed tail lifting up down, patting the ground as she covered her maw with her talons, accidentally wiping some mud on the side of her snout. She literally teared up, finding his aversion to his prized mud worth more than piles of gold.\n\n\"It-\" She sucked in air to stabilise herself, \"It- was supposed to be!\" She said, knowing what he actually meant. She regained her breath, realising he was her favourite- and only one she knew - royal out of them all. No silly IceWing would dare to have as much fun.\n\n\"Oi, no fair!\" She said happily, knowing the hypocrisy of her own words. With a flick of her wrist, the mud flew off, splatting on the ground unceremoniously. She glanced over, taking in his muddy features and how it concealed his scars like a luxury yet disingenuous makeover. He had such a goofy smile, one contagious to even the most lonesome. \n\nWith her arm, she attempted to rub off the mud on her face, instead smearing it across, huffing- a little embarrassed of her mistake, but not enough to fix it, instead it encouraging a laugh."
},
{
"author": "Prince Puddle",
"message": "Puddle felt her laughter in his whole body, a smile resting healthily on his face. He loved making other dragons smile, especially after a stressful trip—seeing his family he'd made over the years of every tribe around was a relief. \n\nHe rinsed a hand off in the stream and held it out, an offer. \"May I?\" He asked, gesturing to the brown smudge on her scales with his clean hand. He wouldn't want to touch any dragon without permission—it was rude, after all. And although he was not at all one for perfect etiquette, he did follow that rule. He'd met plenty of dragons who hated being touched in any capacity."
},
{
"author": "Mesa",
"message": "She laughed, rolling her eyes as if it were stupid, but secretly she enjoyed he asked. \"I wish you asked about the mud first,\" She said jokingly, leaning in before flinching back. \"Don't you *Dare* Swipe more mud on my face you don't need a mirror,\"\n\nHer words, even if spiteful did not match her relaxed expression, truly not mindful of her brother's tendencies. She stretched her wings ever so slightly as if to capture more sun, the best feeling to relax under the powerful rays, half asleep. You could never trust the dragonets if you decided to do that, lizards and non-venomous snakes giving her a dreadful fright."
},
{
"author": "Prince Puddle",
"message": "Prince Puddle flicked his ears in embarrassment, wishing he'd asked about the mud. After a second, he realized she was joking. Reaching over, he took his claw and scooped the mud off of her face, washing it off and cleaning her up with one hand. Leaning back, he inspected her carefully, checking for any signs of mud—besides her hands. Clear, alright. He nodded, digging his clean hand back into the muck with a happy sigh. \n\n\"There you go! All fixed up.\" He exclaimed proudly. His happiness turned into a yawn, stretching out and plopping back on the ground. \n\n\"Sorry—I'm tired, got here not too long ago. Really was a bit of an arduous trip, sister.\" He confessed, resting his head against the ground. \"I'll need to head where I'm staying while I'm here, in a bit. Hope you don't mind.\""
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{
"author": "|Hollylock|",
"message": "```Hollylock flicks a leafy ear in their direction when they spoke, and immediately snaps his head towards them with a excited expression. He shifts and nearly steos on Quill who gives him a warning hiss that he completely misses.```\n\n\"Hello! Hello! I've never seen you before! Are you a rainwing? You look like a rainwing! Do you need something? Sorry, I was distracted looking for something! Would you like to see something cool? Its ok if no, I wont get sad or anything! Oooh! You look fancy! Did I say that already? Actually all rainwings look colorful and fancy..\"\n\n```He spoke in a rapid succession, tripping over words and sometimes skipping over a few to make incomplete sentences. It had been a while since he had met a pyrrhian dragon though, and he had so much to ask. The words bubbling from his mouth the minute they entered his thoughts.```"
},
{
"author": "Glamour",
"message": "Glamour couldn't quite tell if the other dragon was nervous or just excited, she wrinkled her nose a bit at the *All* Rainwings comment, they were beautiful and superior, yes, but she was hardly like any other rainwing, still they were curious.\nWith one graceful flap of his wings Glamour glided down beside the leafwing, jingling slightly with all his adornments. He pushed his glasses up with one talon, preferring not to look the dragon in the eye. \nShe flashes a charming smile at the darker dragon **\"Why yes that would be, the names Glamour, and you?\"** She looks over to what they're holding, opal, pretty little rocks, they reminded him of shimmering little scales, he reaches up to play with the scale hanging from his ear with a sharp grin."
},
{
"author": "|Hollylock|",
"message": "```Hollylock steps back as they come down. His tail lashed back and forth behind him as his eyes widen and he gives them a once over, subconciously noting the small details about this dragon. It was one of the many reasons why he never forgot of face, because he always remembered the small details. He flares his wings and proudly announces his own name.```\n\n\"Me? Oh Im Hollylock! But call me Holly! Actually nevermind, Hollylock is fine! What're you doing here? Here to dry your rocks too? Or maybe just enjoy the view. I've heard great things about this place, 'nt that right Quill?\"\n\n```He turns and angles his head downward to the lump of scales that was his companion. He remained silent for a moment and then chuckled softly and hopped talon to talon.```\n\n\"Quill thinks your very flashy! Flashy like adorned flashy! Not sure if they meant it in a mean way though... Did you meet Quill? This is Quill, my best friend. Say hi Quill! Oh right! Glamour, what're you doing here? Interested in something cool? Shoot- already asked that-\""
},
{
"author": "Glamour",
"message": "He gave a chuckle, what a funny little dragon, perhaps a little crazy, definitely didn't know who Glamour was.\n**\"Oh just passing through on the way to the palace, its quite nice here, a bit plain but nothing beats the rainforest\"** He looks appraisingly at hollyhock **\"You seem quite out of touch darling, you do know our tribes don't tend to get along don't you?\"** \nPerhaps the leafwings didn't want him, she pondered, her family surely wouldn't want want her if her best friend was a snake- or if she was a performer she thought with a smile, too bad for them, everybody loved her"
},
{
"author": "|Hollylock|",
"message": "```He cocks his head side to side and pauses in though. He hadn't realized that such a thing existed, or rather was prominent in this time. He just chuckles and shakes his head though, feeling he took too much time thinking.```\n\n\"No, actually! But why? Is there a war or something? Ah centipedes and too think I was doing good on keeping up with the news. Well, I don't dislike rainwings! Infact I love them! Their so pretty and shiny and can change colors. I've never changed colors before? Have- ph wait your a rainwing so you probably have!\"\n\n```He reaches down and scoops Quill up with a talon, carefully lifting her and placing her in his satchel, giving it a good pat before turning back to the rainwing. He got an odd aura from them, the way they talked and held themselves. It made hollylock feel like a hopeful onlooker to something wonderful.```\n\n\"Your a extra bright and colorful rainwing with that jewelry and all! What do you do? Im not very educates on rainwing jobs. Royalty maybe?\"\n\n```Hollylock leans forward to get a better look at them, and humms softly.```"
},
{
"author": "Glamour",
"message": "He grinned at that, rainwing royalty? He supposed he looked the part to an outsider but most everything he had came from the sky and ice kingdoms and he certainly wasn't wearing anything flowery or tropical, he shook his head **\"Not royalty, no, im a performer\"** She said with a flourish\nIt was something he took pride in, even now he could feel others admiration, their infatuation, their *Attention*\n\n He pondered for a moment, who was this dragon who didnt know about the fighting between their tribes, didn't know who the rainwing queen was, didn't know *Him?* \nFunny little thing, swirls of yellow trailed up glamours scales in amusement, it seemed eager to please nevertheless, cute.\n\n**\"Say... Holly, was it?\"** They gestured lazily at the dark green dragon **\"Do you know any other leafwings? If so it seems you've been left out a little huh?\"** She twists her face into one of sympathy ***\"Such a shame, really\"*** She looks away, absently trailing the gems embedded along the edge of her wing\n\nReal rage bubbled inside Glamour for a second, scales blooming bright red. Some dragons weren't worth paying attention to but to be barely acknowledged by your own, she supposed she knew how it felt funnily enough, she didn't feel bad for hollyhock, this was just proof of what she already knew about leafwings, and nightwings and anyone else who dared cross her kingdom.\nThey didnt deserve to witness their beauty, just to underestimate his people and try to take away their home. \n\n**\"They want to live in the rainforest\"** Glamour smiled conspiratorially **\"Well, i say that, they want to take it from us... Not that they can\"** He growled spitefully, there was nothing he felt this strongly about, he'd even *Personally* Gotten his claws dirty with the blood of important leafwings over it. He made it known that he hated them, he never hid his feelings, he never hid, never again.\nEveryone knew who he was and their attention was *ALWAYS* On him, the way he liked it.\n\nGlamour blinked, curling her tail around her claws **\"You're very odd aren't you?\"** She poked a painted claw at his chest, then with a sigh, stretched out, lounging across the side of the bridge. **\"Not afraid to be different... I like that\"** She decided out loud, anger forgotten.\n\n**\"I know a dragon in the ice kingdom, well, a couple, but only one worth my time, she does my claws\"** He admired himself in the reflection of them for a moment before looking away **\"You travel too then, i assume\"**"
},
{
"author": "|Hollylock|",
"message": "```Holly hadn't realized how tense he was until he relaxed. It seemed they had somewhat diffused, he wasn't entirely sure if it was what he said or not. He'd hate to be hated, even if its by a total stranger. He watched as they settled down, 'odd' not being a word he'd use to describe himself but he didn't mind too much, he was sure they mean it in a light hearted way and it made him chuckle a bit. He could say the same about every dragon he meets, including them.```\n\n\"Uh... Thanks?\"\n\n```He pondered how different their jobs would be if compared to one another, after all. A merchant is just as entertaining as a performer, right? It did make him curious who they were talking about aswell, they seemed like the type of dragon to have lots of friends, it was a childish way of thinking but Holly was fine with being childish.```\n\n\"Worth your time huh?...Hm? Oh yes, definitely. I have treasures I've collected from all kinds of kingdoms and territories. I believe I even have a sandwings stinger!\"\n\n```His voice went from a low murmur to an excited rambling within moments as he listed a few items he'd collected before finally catching his breath, but even that lasted less than a moment before he started talking again.```\n\n\"I think you mighf be the most adorned dragon I've met since Tumbleweed, but then again they were a leader of the Hyena... I think. Haha, Don't think Quail would've liked you though, he'd probably make some joke about about how it makes you a walking target..!\""
}
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{
"author": "Glamour",
"message": "His eyes lit slightly at the mention of the sandwing tail barb, they were unique to the dragons that have them and he often pondered if the would make nice jewellery, he couldn't wear it in public of course but he had plenty of pieces like that already. Some dragons were such buzz kills! \n\n**\"Tumbleweed and quail... Friends of yours?\"** They asked tilting their head, they sounded like sandwing names, perhaps one of them was the once attached to that stinger. Glamour didn't take hollyhock for a killer but he certainly had some strange habits so it wasn't off the table."
},
{
"author": "|Hollylock|",
"message": "```Hollylock nods slowly, he wasn't sure how to word things, atleast not in a way that would make dragons understand. Thinking of Quail made his hopes fly, remembering his past was always fun when it was about his past but Tumbleweed...```\n\n\"Quail and I were very close and Canary, we were all close! It was so fun, we used to do the best of things, we were basically like siblings since we were raised together. Until they killed Tumbleweed.\"\n\n```He didn't sound to bummed about it, more so he thought back on it. He never saw the dead body but he always knew it was foe the better. Though he had to thank the dragon for being the only parent figure he had in his life and the gifts! He sighed.```\n\n\"We had lots of fun, they taught us plenty. Even **I** Didn't see their demise coming...\""
},
{
"author": "Glamour",
"message": "Glamour flicked their tail **\"Some dragons don't turn out well, even if you may cared for them they probably had to go\"** They pondered, thinking back on their own childhood friend. **\"Do you usually tell strangers all this?\"** She gave hollylock a toothy grin **\"I dont mind darling, i can gossip for hours but most dragons are so guarded about themselves- particularly around me\"** She huffed\n\nHe looked holly up and down, he didn't grow up with leafwings, instead this tumbleweed character and siblings that killed the dragon that took care of them, that certainly explains the odd demeanour.\nEveryone was eager to please glamour but this dragon didnt know who he was and still hung off his words like one wrong move might land him dead.\nPerhaps he was scared if he did the wrong thing he would end up like tumbleweed... What about the snake? A way to express his true feelings about dragons while pretending it wasn't him?\n\nGlamour giggled, if nothing else hollylock was much more fun then any other dragon she had met in this dusty little town, an interesting specimen to be sure."
},
{
"author": "|Hollylock|",
"message": "```Hollylock laughs lightheartedly, and nodded. Some dragons come and go but as long as their in his heart he could never forget them. He pauses though, he couldn't remember the last time he told another dragon this. Was it supposed to be a secret? He silently apologizes under his breath to Quail.```\n\n\"Gaurded? Do you not have many friends because of it? I don't see why, you don't seem dangerous, well no ones dangerous if you treat them well! Its life and they just might need some comforting... Ooh! If you could be one of your friends! Im sure Quill wouldn't mind shes so sweet-\"\n\n```He was interrupted but a hiss from the satchel and paused, nervously smiling and opening the satchel, in which the snake immediately lunged out of. Holly only watched as he landed on the ground and shook his head with a chuckle.```\n\n\"Do you have any companions like that? I heard rainwings hate eating meat... I think-\""
}
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{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She set up a small stall that many bustled past. She opened cases of various trinkets and jewels on necklaces, some even being simple as a thin, leather string with a pendant on. It was nothing particularly eyecatching, perhaps to the observant eye somewhat interesting. Despite this, she still set up. She knew she'd probably end up buying something silly with the profits she gained, but then again, this was not a busisness, just something to gain a couple coins from."
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "|~| Timezone walked through the large , it wasn't as busy as normal but it opened up more space to be able to look at the wares of the various stalls around, as he walked he noticed a small stall selling a variety of small trinkets, jewels & jewellery, he was somewhat intrigued as most stalls try & have the biggest or shiniest jewellery or jewels but this one seemed more like it was a side business either that or the owner wasn't very experienced in salesmanship, he waltzed over to the stall & peered at the various things that were being sold, his eye catching a very nice silver bangal that shone in the light |~|"
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She glanced up at the customer, her saturated blue eyes shining. \"Mornin,' Mister.\" She said, peering at the much taller dragon, she herself being short. \"What can I do for 'ya?\" She asked, her spines along her back a near black, but nothing like the NightWing himself whose scales were equsiite blues."
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "\"Morning ma'am, may I know how much that bangal is worth?\" |~| Timezone said politely, pointing to the silver bangal, he noticed that the stall owner didn't exactly look like a SandWing but decided not to be rude by asking or by using his odd powers |~|"
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "\"Nine coins.\" She said, waving a greyish brown wings toward the bangal. \"Comes with a matchin' ring if you want.\" She knew the silver was probably worth more, but she didn't mind. The NightWing seemed curious and polite, afterall. \"Aren't you supposed to be brooding in the Night Kingdom? What're doing in Possibility?\" She asked, tilting her head at the strange NightWing. Maybe she shouldn't be asking such a question, but why not? If there are limits to questions, the are limits to everything."
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "\"Ah alr, may I get the ring as well?\" |~| Timezone asked before being slightly taken aback by the question |~| \"Well I was actually hatched here, never been to the Night Kingdom once, only dragons I know who have been there are my parents but I've never bothered to ask them what it was like\" |~| Timezone responded calmy despite the small sliver of unease when he said it \"Maybe I *Should've* Asked them what the Night Kingdom was like\" Timezone thought to himself grimly |~|"
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "\"Of course!\" She flicked the ring over to the NightWing, eyes gleaming. \"I reckon it's full of shadows, don't 'ya think? I mean- how else would you describe a 'Kingdom of the Night?'\" She giggled, casting shadows with her talons to imitate a spider."
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "|~| Timezone laughed at the stall owner before picking up the ring & bangal |~| \"Yeah, I guess it'd make sense, or maybe it's always dark there, they could of had an animus cast a spell so it looks like day over that but really it's always night\" |~| Timezone said with a smile, grabbing 9 silver coins & handing them to the stall owner |~|"
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "\"Oo, animus. Too fancy for me, I reckon. You probably have the dazzle of one, though.\" She said with a gentle shrug, grabbing the claws with her talons, showing her stumpy claws. \"My brother- pff- certaintly not. He's got as much grace as an elephant doin' a flip.\""
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "|~| Timezone let out a barking laugh, noticing her stumpy claws in the process |~| \"I'll take your word for it, but, may I ask, what tribe are you?, I'm not trying to be rude or anything it's just that you don't look like any tribes or hybrids I've seen, you don't have to answer if you don't want to though\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She laughed aswell, though for a different reason. \"Don't be so soft- I don't mind!\" She chirped. \"My Father is a hybrid- IceWing and Mudwin', and my Mother,\" She smiled just thinking of her warm embraces and her tough love. \"Is a SandWing, full-on.\""
}
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{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "Walks into marketplace without paying attention, accidentally bumping into Timezone. \"Oh sorry I wasn't paying attention\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She tilted her head at the two dragons, ear flicking."
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "|~| Timezone turned to face the dragon who'd just ran into him |~| \"Uh, ok?, doesn't sound like you're sorry, but I don't mind really\""
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "\"Pft no need to get so unhappy about it\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She snickered at the bustling dragons, doing little to hide her mirth."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Painted Dog is just enjoying the show honestly"
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "**Zero flicks his eyes over to Painted** \"Something funny over there?\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She allowed herself a laugh. \"Yep! You seem like you've fallen over your tail too many times today.\" She laughed, rattling her barbed tail in amusement."
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "**Zero rolls his eyes but a small smile is seen for just a moment** \"Whatever Sand Snorter\""
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "|~| Timezone laughed in response to Painted Dog's comment |~|"
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "\"And I don't know what you are laughing about either whatever your name is\""
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "\"Excuse me- that's sand snorter, ice cruncher and mud advocate to you.\" She said rather sternly, her stern face slipping as she laughed at her own expense."
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "\"I'm laughing at what Painted Dog here said\" |~| Timezone said, motioning to Painted Dog |~| \"And the names Timezone\""
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "**Zeros gaze lightens a bit at the joke** \"Hmph the name is Zero\""
},
{
"author": "Timezone",
"message": "\"Zero?, hm, strange name but it sounds cool I guess\" |~| Timezone remarked |~|"
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "\"My parents were very creative I know\" **Lifts chin in excessive proud nightwingish manner**"
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She laughed at the duo, considering them with her blue eyes. \"Well, shall we go for a walk as suggested?\" She offered, starting to pack up the multiple trinkets, bracelets and more into a neat suitcase of sorts. She put the coins in a pouch which she put around her neck, the weight of coins satisfying. \"I'll be back though-\" She said, gesturing to her eyes to the suitcase which she hefted with an arm. The suitcase looked much bigger than her, and she nearly toppled over the inbalence. Nethertheless, she shot a toothy grin and moved out, turning her head one last time to announce: \"I'll be back! Meet at the plaza?\" She asked, but left before she could hear more."
},
{
"author": "(Zero)",
"message": "**Zero thinks to himself** \"Maybe I should go along... Just to see what happens if course..\"\n\n**Zero begins to follow**"
},
{
"author": "Painted Dog",
"message": "She turned to Zero, tilting her head. \"I'm going back to my place to put this away,\" She lifted the suitcase slightly higher. \n\"I'll be back though- quick too.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Sure!\" |~| Timezone called to Painted Dog |~| \"C'mon Zero\" |~| Timezone said, starting to walk over to the |~|"
}
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{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "Caldera was at his shop, which was further out than anyone else's.\nHe was busy making a new necklace.\nIt was a gold chain with diamond studs and a ruby heart.\nAmazingly enough, all of earrings, necklaces, horn rings and talon rings were made of 100% real gems!\nEither the royals would supply for him or he would find the stuff himself.\nBut anyway, once he was done, he hung up the new necklace with a soft smile"
},
{
"author": "Faith",
"message": "*Faith had made her way to possibility by pure chance. She had just been aimlessly wandering around. It was a miracle she survived this long on her own. She was small enough that a pack of wolves could probably get the jump on her and turn her into a meal. Speaking of meals.. She was quite starving. And there was a smell of food coming from the general area.* \n\n*She absolutely hated the heat- but she didn't have anywhere else to go. She saw something glint in the distance. It caught her eye. Faith loved shiny things. They were so... Sparkly!! She quietly and carefully made her way there. Padding up to the little shop and looking up at all the jewels. She hadn't seen anything like them. And she was so in awe she didn't notice the dragon in the stall.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "Caldera looked over and jumped a bit with a yelp\n\n\"Ahh! O-Oh sorry... Hi...\"\n\nHe said, blushing with embarrassment.\nHe has always been easily embarrassed and his social skills were obviously... Not great\n\n\"W-Welcome to Caldera's Jewels...\"\n\nCaldera said, turning away, still embarrassed.\nHe grabbed a silver ring and started to put emeralds on it to distract himself\n\n\"Hmm...\""
},
{
"author": "Faith",
"message": "*She heard the voice and immediately panicked. She didn't think anybody was here. She spotted Caldera and immediately turned to run away. Though.. She only got a few feet before tripping and tumbling to the ground. She wasn't used to running on sand. Her usual plan of bolting the hell out of there as fast and as soon as possible wasn't gonna work this time. She stood up and shoot dust out of her scales. She looked terrified.*"
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "He looked over and saw her tumble... But he didn't dare move, he was also terrified.\n\n\"M-Miss are you okay?\"\n\nHe asked, hanging up the emerald ring"
},
{
"author": "Faith",
"message": "*She didn't respond for a minute. She just stared at Caldera with her big ol eyes. Her little heart was beating a million miles a second. She looked close to tears and nothing had even happened. She also looked.. Very young. Far too young to be out on her own. Though- eventually.. She squeaked out a response.* \"...A-am I.. Ok.?\" *She had never been asked that.* \"I.. I d-don't know...\""
},
{
"author": "caldera8004",
"message": "Caldera was also pretty young.\nHe motioned for her to come over.\n\n\"C-Come... For your trouble's I'll give you that ruby heart necklace\"\n\nHe said with a small smile, grabbing the ruby heart necklace then saying quietly \n\n\"N-No charge\""
}
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{
"author": "lightbringer_1",
"message": "I won't bother with a thread because channel hasn't been used in forever, haha"
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore was slowly walking through Possibility's marketplace, his ears twitching and listening for any sign of danger or passerby around him. He had gotten good at avoiding crowds of people, as they'd usually make way upon seeing he was blind or he could just sidestep any busy dragons without much issue. The heavily scarred Sandwing plodded through the market, past numerous stalls, before finally settling himself down in a relatively busy area, but slightly off to the side... \n\nBeing severely lacking in knowledge due to his... Not so much of an upbringing, more like living nightmare of a life, Manticore didn't exactly know how to do much. He kept his mouth shut most of the time as he was generally very socially awkward, resorting to begging... He couldn't... And wouldn't... Want to steal, and the only other skill he had was expertise in combat, but Manti didn't think there'd be a way he could make money with that.\n\nSo Manticore made do with what he could, sticking around in Possibility since it was the best location for someone like him to stay in, and he'd lived countless days repeating his daily schedule of sleeping, waking up, managing to get just enough money to get by through the day with a little left over sometimes. Many dragons had often pitied him, but never really bothered to do anything, and Manticore wished he could change, but... That wasn't possible with his current condition."
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "Nile, the dragon of the far seas, the dragon whos village lay far from society, yet remained connected with the history, had finally graced foot in one of the driest of lands. Her scales graced the conflicting desert winds, which she hadn't had much time to familiarize with in the slightest. The dreamvisitor she had possessed had been hidden under a small sand-scarf as to not draw attention to the ancient relic, \"Who would've guessed id need to come to the market of possibility in order to gather.. Maps. Of all things..\" She would tell herself, sarcastically mocking the laziness and inconvenience of her village chief's choices. \n\nNile didnt know where to start, having only ever been to the sandwing towns on a singular round trip many, many moons cycles previous. The streets were definitely well kept up compared to the last time she came here. Eventually she would be stopped by a few salesman offering some sort of guide to the city or something else that was unnecessarily expensive and just as useless. Nile kept track of how much time she had been there for, trying to make it quick but also feeling a sense of relief being away from the boringness from the lecture the chief would give her about straying off the tasks given."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore continued throughout the day, morning slowly turning to noon... He'd managed to get himself a bite to eat for breakfast, and was now plodding through the crowd on the way to get himself lunch, mostly just following the crowd (and his nose) to figure out where the best place to get food would be.\n\nHe had to conserve as much coin as possible, so the Sandwing had learnt to tell what foods might be cheapest by their smell, a clever little trick... He had no idea he would inadvertently be on a collision course with a Seawing. The other noticeable feature besides his cloudy dark-gray eyes, the biggest indicator that he was blind, was the fact that Manti carried a strong, sturdy quarterstaff with him, mostly using it as a walking stick, but it could easily be a weapon...\n\nHe kept walking, tail coiled up to avoid stabbing others, walking down the street..."
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "Nile would continue her search, actively eyeing down each market-stand to see which had maps, if any, and then confirming if they were the proper and most updated. However, she would mistakenly bump into a dragon in front of her, making herself trip over her own massive tail and onto the floor. She would dust off her body before getting back up, making sure her dreamvisitor was still on her person. \"Crap.. Im so sorry! I totally wasnt paying attention!\" She would say admittedly as she would keep note of him for later."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore stumbled back and nearly whipped his quarterstaff up at the dragon in front of him... He was halfway there when he heard the apology and remembered he was in the middle of a busy marketplace. Slowly lowering the staff, returning it to it's use as a walking stick, Manticore took a few deep breaths, shaking his head slightly before trying to look towards Nile, mostly failing as his gaze and snout seemed to point a little bit to the left of Nile. \"I-It's fine-\" The Sandwing replied a bit awkwardly, voice nervous, \"Y-You okay...?\""
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "She would nod before she noticed that he didnt exactly seem as though he had sight. \"Yeah dont worry about me! Ive fallen on my face plenty of times before haha..\" She would say jokingly. She hadnt really known how to speak when it came to her making an actual mistake considering in her eyes she made so very few. \"I dont mean to sound rude but uhm.. Are you blind?\" She would ask genuinely, as she mightve been given a possible idea in reference to the dreamvisitor she had possessed.\n\n*I dont really know how blindness works in correlation to dreams.. But maybe it works differently?* She would think to herself."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore nodded slightly to the first statement, then again to the question. \"I-I am...\" The Sandwing replied simply, ears twitching with a slight stammering to his voice, \"I-I've gotten u-u-used to it th-though...\" A hint of anxiety began to creep into his voice with a tiny bit of uncertainty, as if he usually didn't talk this long to others, and was nervous he might mess up somehow. His tail was tightly coiled up and out of the way, the scars across his body standing out visibly in the bright sunlight on his pale, light yellow scales."
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "She would think for a moment about his words. \"Well thats definitely interesting.. I will say you are the first dragon ive met thats blind. Oh! Im Nile by the way, whats your name?\" She would try to speak gently towards him, noticing his anxiousness."
},
{
"author": "lightbringer_1",
"message": "\"M-My nam'es Manticore... O-Or just Manti... (If Nile gets to be good friends with him, he'll allow Tico too. : >)\" The Sandwing replied slowly, \"A-And... I-I-I'm really the first b-blind dragon you've m-met...?\" He sounded somewhat surprised, head tilting to one side. As Nile spoke, his gaze also finally swiveled over and locked onto her, more or less."
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "\"Yeah! Theres a bit more story to probably why but thats not very important to me. Its great to meet you though!\" She would giggle with her words, enjoying the conversation much more than the searching for maps. \"Sooo if you dont mind asking, what brings you to the market today? In all honesty im here for some stupid maps..\" \n\nShe would probably mention later on about how far she had even come from, or the fact that it was very far at all, but that was all dependent on the way their conversation went."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore pulled his head back, looking quite startled by the reply. It seems nobody had ever approached him quite like this... Dragons often had sympathy for the Sandwing, but... Not one dragon had ever noted that there was probably more to him than met the eye in terms of his past, but chose not to question him... Much less said that it was *Great* To meet him. \"I-I... You think so...? G-Great-?\" \n\nHis stutter was even worse, blind eyes still wide. \"A-And... I'm here because... W-Well... I know P-Possibility well... I c-can't exactly travel, and I-I-I don't know h-how to really d-do anything...\" The Sandwing explained slowly, still sounding relatively nervous, \"I-I um... I just h-have to beg f-for coins...\" He glanced off to the side a bit.\n\nManticore didn't exactly like having to beg, despite the fact he knew he could do literally nothing else with no life experience and awful socialization skills..."
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "Nile would think for a moment before speaking, \"Well.. I could help you.. If you would like!\" She told him. \"Im sure that I could even help find you a way to make money.. It just takes a bit of time and the write ideas.\" She would tell him with a hopeful smile."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore seemed absolutely dumbfounded, as if the mere idea of being 'helped' was some sort of term from a whole other world that he'd never heard of before, jaw hanging open slightly with shock. \"I-I... Wh-Wha-\" He stuttered, \"Really...? Y-You'd... *Help* Me...?\" The Sandwing replied slowly, \"I-I... I just... Nevermind- I-I'd love the h-help-\" Manti fumbled with his words for a good few seconds before just giving up. He'd probably need some time to sit down and calm himself a bit soon enough. Again, while dragons had helped the Sandwing before, it was just by giving him some coins, or chatting with him very briefly, with the one or two dragons who came back every so often to talk more... And nobody had approached him like this 'Nile' dragon was. Having a bit of a mental overload, Manticore shook his head slightly, trying to get his thoughts in order, leaning on his quarterstaff."
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "She would giggle for a second, \"Of course! You seem like you've gone through more than enough.. And it is of my own interest and opinions that you.. Deserve something better than this. Back at my village we are taught to provide for those less fortunate and those who are suffering more than oneself.. But its not just that, its.. Something about you speaks to me that youre a very kind dragon!\" She would tell him with a soft expression overtaking her. She would reach out a hand for a second before taking it back, not wanting to suddenly startle him. \n\n\"If you want you can stay at my camp while im here, I still have to pick up some maps, but the camp has a bit of shelter, its not too far from here either!\""
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore looked about ready to cry from joy and a mix of other various emotions, but then he seemed to steel himself and hold it back. \"W-Well... Thank you...\" He murmured, not really knowing what else to say, and being unable to see the talon in front of him, nor being able to see Nile pull her talon back either. \"I-I wouldn't mind that... Wh-Where's your camp-? I-Is it in P-P-Possibility...?\" Manticore asked slowly."
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "\"Of course, Manticore.\" She would smile as she looked around for the direction she came from, saying in response \"I believe its on the outskirts of possibility, sooo yes!\" She told him. A large smile would stretch across her face as she saw the happiness she was able to provide, \"If you want I could take you there now, since ill probably be out awhile looking for the maps and wouldn't want to burden you with the sheer amount of moving I do\". She would clutch her dreamvisitor again, feeling its cut edges as she spoke."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "\"Y-yes please... I know P-Possibility well, but n-n-not the outskirts...\" He stammered in reply, claws gripping the ground as if he wanted to do... Something. Give a hug? Collapse to the ground? Both? Manticore had so many mixed emotions running around in his head, still trying to comprehend what exactly was happening. \"Th-Th-Thank you...\" He murmured softly in reply, trying to just... Focus on one thing at a time. Get to Nile's camp, then he could sit down and think..."
},
{
"author": "Nile",
"message": "\"Here grab my talon ill lead you there..\" She would say, placing her talon on his and lightly grabbing it. She would begin to walk towards the outermost edge of possibility, which was mostly empty other than the occasional rock or desert plant. Eventually her camp was in sight, it had a few larger tents and a small ceramic/concrete hut, which mostly served as storage. There were only 2 other dragons staying there but they werent present at the time. She would lead him to her tent area, which was laid out with a mixture of large palm leaves from home, fine sand, and a bit of moss. \"You can stay here as long as you like, we get visitors here often, mostly from my home but occasionally from friends..\" She would tell him as she stopped her movement."
},
{
"author": "Manticore",
"message": "Manticore almost yanked away his talon upon feeling the smooth contact of Nile's talon, but he managed to stop himself from fully pulling away, instead gripping the offered talon tightly and slowly following along, quietly mapping out the route in his head as they made their way to the camp. Hw felt an oddly comfortable surface beneath his claws, and slowly laid down as Nile got him settled in the camp... He coukd feel some sort of leaf, a soft, almost carpet-like thing, and some soft sand... \"Th-This is really c-comfortable-\" He stammered softly before hearing Nile speak once more. \"O-Other people...? Th-They won't try t-to huet me, r-right...?\" He stammered, glancing in the Seawing's general direction."
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{
"author": " | Arowana",
"message": "Possibility is just that. Possibility. Weird, chaotic, and full of all sorts of funny dragons up to moons-know what.\n\nAnd Arowana is no different, hopping between stalls and picking off whatever he can fit in his pockets. It's a busy day despite the clouds. You'd have thought the place would be getting ready to shut down while the breeze picks up, but nope, they're jolly as ever. They're probably waiting until the very last minute till the storm comes crashing in. Though I mean, I guess I would too if it means dragons are rushing to get their shopping done before rushing inside. Easy to bargain when the other is in a rush, no thoughts at all. It's an easy game. So while shop-keepers shoo away pesky 'ol dragonets, Arowana takes his sweet time sliding trinket after trinket into his pockets. After all, he's just one more dragon in the crowd.\n\nIt's a good name for a town with all the little, random things to snatch on your way out."
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>Saltwater was a little fan to crowds, let alone noise, as far he was concerned every dragon was dangerous and he had the proof to prove it. His small size was something he made into an advantage and it was how he ended up here, searching for the delicacy called lizard. His small snout was pressed to the ground as he recalled the old dragons conversation. '*Scaly pests that slither across the ground at lightning speed!*'. That's when he spotted it, it was moving across the ground in quick succession, well not really but it was fast and that counted!\n\n>>Without missing a beat, Salt dropped into a crouched position flattening himself against the ground while his rump waggled in the air and he pounced onto the tail (believed as a lizard) and bit down, his teeth weren't nearly as sharp as an adult dragons, but they were somewhat fully grown."
},
{
"author": " | Arowana",
"message": "Little random things.\nLike the shop-keeper's shout as you make your exit or the pests darting by; the way your pace quickens and a little weight stabs into your tail. The thud on the ground as one of the pouches tied to your tail comes loose; those trinkets? Well they're on the ground now, and the crowd stirs and heavy talonsteps follow. Talonsteps that don't sound like they're coming for a fun little tea party.\nArowana looks behind, eyes darting from his tail to the burly sandwing shop-keeper behind, then to the trinkets he'd given a brand-new home to. He didn't even charge rent! Why'd they have to run off at the slightest chance? Gold is always such a party-pooper...\n\nAt first you try flicking the rascal away, just one more dragonet with only mischief in its head. Arowana usually wouldn't mind–but when he's working, it'd be much easier not to have to factor in.. Well, them. Arowana bites his lip, though the thing doesn't budge from his scales one bit. \n\nOkay, that's fine. Sure.\n\n\"Er. Thinks ye' can hold onto those-?\" Arowana motions to the fallen pouch, its contents spilled but close enough to grab. Looking back at the angry shop-keeper, it'd really suck to be chased out of the market without *At least* A little something..\n\nYikes."
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>Saltwater felt the scales under his teeth and although it hurt he was sure he's felt worse as he twisted his head slightly to get a better grip, talons digging into the tail as held on at the flick. His pupils narrow and dilate briefly as he squeezes shut his eyes and tugs, growling 'menacingly'. He was partially confused on why this task was so hard when he prided himself in hunting alone, it didn't cross his mind that perhaps he was messing with a poor dragon.\n\n>With undeterred determination saltwater released his jaws grip and clambered ontop of their tail and gripped on their tail and gave them a quick, angry nip on the scales the moment he realized they were a dragon, out of spite. The quills on his back were rised out of the rush of emotions, upset that it wasn't a lizard. Angry that it was a dragon and just generally annoyed that he'd have to dfind prey elsewhere. In the result of this he lets out a gurgled growl and bit them again."
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{
"author": " | Arowana",
"message": "The dragon ducks behind an alley, taking refuge by a tall, rundown sandstone building that doesn't look like it has seen life in years. Shuffling down a staircase, loud talonsteps behind him, Arowana takes a moment to breathe.\n\nMan.\n\nSoon unintelligible shouts fill the back alley, and the seawing can only hold his breath—seemingly forgetting about the dragonet entirely. He can hear the sandwing's heavy breathing, rough and exhausted. Arowana can almost feel the way they stare at the building he crouches by. He can easily imagine the face that shop-keeper must be making, it's not a happy one.\n\nThen resting your head against the cool stone, you almost want to laugh in releaf.\nYou can feel the pouch against your chest, light. All that for a small piece of metal? Yeah.. That must be a real bummer.\nThough you're forgetting someone.\n\"Oh crap-\"\nWhen the dust clears and Arowana can no longer see the sandwing around the corner, Arowana peals the dragonet off his scales. With some awkward shuffling—Arowana having to twist and turn to even *Find* The kid—he carefully and slowly plops the *Thing* On the ground.\n\"Er.\"\n.\n.\n.\n\"What'cha doin' here?\""
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>It was understatement to say Salty had a gaze full of pure malice and anger, never leaving the seawing as his tail lashed, the stinger on the end twitching as he debated stabbing them *Just* For touching him. He wasn't entirely sure if it would do anything, but it always paralyzed his prey back in the forest. He flexes his talons and sits up on his hindlegs with a low-ish snarl of sorts. He was temped to bite again, but just backed away and huffed.\n\n\"Your not a lizard...\"\n\nHis gaze travels to their tail and he snorts, he hoped it hurt. He looks around and comes tp the conclusion this idiotic dragon was hiding.\n\n\"I was hunting when you rudely started running very very fast!\"\n\nHe was very angry and NOT scared about that too, who just does that anyway? Did this dragon anger the other dragons somehow? While saltwater was rather mature for his age, his eyes still watered and he angrily wiped at them. He shifts somwhat as if preparing to pounce. Which he probably was."
},
{
"author": " | Arowana",
"message": "The dragon peers around the corner, sticking his head just above the small staircase he'd taken refuge behind. The area feels near-totally abandoned, spiders' webs dangling in the wind and rodents dragging food moons-know-where. The buildings are several stories high and look like they're built from the same sand they stand on, old. Funny, you'd think that with the space being just next to the market, more dragons would be just happy to be here.\n\nConfirming safety, you crouch back down and opens the pouch you'd risked so much to secure. Arowana doesn't even look up up to exhale \"Nope, sorry flea, no lizards 'round here.\"\n\nYou frown, closing and re-opening the pouch. You flip it upsidown, turn it inside-out, toss it up in the air and hits it on the ground. Nothing, empty. Got chased out of the market with a *Kid* For a bag full of sand.\nYou hit your head on the wall.\n\n\"Oh?\" Arowana grunts, \"Hunting lizards, right? Ye' callin' me a lizard?\"\n\nYou narrow your eyes, looking the dragonet up and down. Small, scrawny, malnourished frame even. While you're still upset about the lost trinket, you can't help but wonder *Where in Pyrrhia's three MOONS* Did this thing *Come from*?\n\nArowana pinches his snout, letting out a long, tired sigh.\n*Did I just kidnap some kid?*"
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>He scrunches up his muzzle and shakes his head. There were far too many differences in this dragon for them to be a lizard and he could make a really long list. Flexing his wings Salty sighs and takes a deep breath.\n\n\"Your too big and... Weird to be a lizard. What are you anyways? And why are you pouting like a child.\"\n\nEach question came more sharp than the one prior. Frustrated and annoyed he had left the safe confines of his home just to mistake a stupid dragon's tail for a lizard. His gaze lowered and he chuckled inwardly. He bet they'd be bog water if they tried surviving within the forest. No he was sure of it. At the same time he was slowly piecing things together, a deep frown embedded on his face as his talons dug into the ground, twisting his head to get a good whiff of the air in hopes of determining how far from his former hiding spot they were."
},
{
"author": " | Arowana",
"message": "\"Big and weird, eh?\"\nThe dragon snorts, tail tightly wrapped around his talons as he chews his lip. You're unsure whether to laugh at the dragonet's remarks or to be offended, peculiar thing to say. But it's starting to make sense in the seawing's head, no wonder this kid's off wondering alone. I'd toss 'em out for some sun-time too if he was mine with that mouth.\n\n\"I'm not *Pouting*—\" Arowana grumbles, \"Mean ol' sandwing took my stuff.\"\n\nYou toss the pouch across the stairwell, watching it *Plop* Unsatisfyingly against the stone. Arowana is quiet for a moment, maybe he is pouting, just a bit. But wouldn't any dragon after a bad job?\n\n\"What? Mean ol' sandwing never take yer' stuff?\" He laughs to himself, tossing the smallest pebble in the dragonet's direction—hoping for a much more satisfying bonk, just something to think about rather than the pouch."
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>Saltwater just quietly stared for a moment longer and blinked slowly, giving a look that had 'oh,really?' written all over it. He didn't comment on it though, and instead his pupils dilated into mere slits as the pouch went flying and looked at them. He was debating to pounce on it, a thought driven by pure instinct. \n\n\"Are you tallking to yourse-\"\n\nHe imterrupted his sentence as the pebble flew his way amd he opened his jaw to catch it but was off by a few inches and it hit his muzzle instead. A mixed noise of hissing and whining sharply he rubbed the spot and shot a glare at the dragon. He skittered forward and aimed a bit at their tail."
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{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>Tired. Hungry. Nauseous. Only a few adjectives to describe his current mood. His stomach constantly gurgled and he was beginning to regret eating that rotten carcass. He knew it was what made him sick but it wasn't exactky fair, the nightwing was perfectly fine doing it so why wasn't he. He was stumbling about outside of the clinic trying to figure out a way in as he knew they had medicine inside. He circled the building, his heart pounding in fatigue as he did so. \n\nHe paused at a window and huffs loudly as he knew this was how he was going to get inside, backing away and waggling his rump as he clawed the dirt, wincing as he felt cramping in his stomach and whimpered. He was gonna bite every nightwing he came across from now on. Taking a deep breath, Saltwater leaped and crashed through the window and landed on his belly, hoping upright as he shook the glass off his scales. His face set and unbothered as he surveyed his surroundings, it seemed he was in a vacant room. But where was the medicine..?"
},
{
"author": "Adele",
"message": "Adele had been carrying a few boxes of tissues as well as a roll of gauze. She had started to restock a few of the rooms in the clinic, trying to help out how ever she could. The rooms seemed to keep running out of tissues no matter how many times she restocked. She cocked her head after hearing a crash come from on of the room, she sighed taking a guess it was on of the patients. She was finding it hard to care about the patients who made a mess of the rooms, she understood they needed care but they doesn't mean they can break things. \nShe started to make her way to the room she heard the crash from, the tissues jumbled around in her talons as she walked. Once she turned the corner and stepped into the room she quickly took notice to the dragonet, her face gained a confused yet concerned expression.\n\"Hey little guy.. My name is Adele, I'm here to help you okay?\" She spoke in a quiet voice trying not to scare the dragonet."
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>Saltwater froze as the dragon entered the room and ley out a small snarl of annoyance. He was hoping to get in and out quickly but he couldn't really do that now, could he? Or he could but he would still be in pain which he did mot want. It would be hard to hunt with a upset tummy. His tail lashed behind him and he puffed out his chest.\n\n\"Don't treat me like a child. Where's the medicine.\"\n\nHe huffed, flapping his wings and squinting at the dragon. Their bright colors would stand out in a forest, he wrinkled his nose, the sick nausea feeling building in his chest as his breathing became more heavy with the fatigue."
},
{
"author": "Adele",
"message": "Adele's eyebrows raised in surprise by the dragonets tone. She didn't say anything before she placed the tissues and gauze she had been carrying on a table in the room, she decided she would organize them later and turned her attention back to the hybrid. She had slowly took a step closer and raised a talon to the dragon to guide them.\n\"We have quite a bit of medicine here for all sorts of things, we can figure out what specific medicine you need. But first let's get you out of the glass, sounds fair?\" \nThere was still a cooing tone in her voice, not paying much attention to the fact that the dragonet didn't want to be treated like a child."
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>Saltwater was rather pleased with himself with finding the perfect place to find medicine. He was slightly confused by what they meant at first but realized they meant the glass from the broken window and snort with a nod.\n\n\"I knew that..\"\n\nHe muttered as he hopped away from the mess and looked around the room again, he admittedly felt a little tense. The enviroment new and strange to him so he remained on high alert. He would then glare at the dragon impatiently."
},
{
"author": "Adele",
"message": "Adele nodded, pleased that the dragonet stepped away from the glass, adding to that she had to remind herself to get someone to clean up the glass that was scattered on the floor. But she did use her tail to carefully brush away the glass on the floor that she and the dragonet might accidentally step on. Next she started towards the door of the room and took a quick peek out of the room trying to see which rooms were occupied and which ones were empty and sanitized.\n\"I'm sure you did, now follow me so we can get into a room that has the medicine you need.\"\nShe used her talons to gesture out the door and then stepped out, she was tempted to alert a nurse to get an officer to take the dragonet back to their parents but she decided it would be best to ask the dragonet a few questions first."
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>Saltwater sighs at the thought of moving even more. He just wanted to lie down right now, why did everything have to be so complicated anyways. He does follow though, at a distance. He felt like he would retch at any moment and the feeling wasn't welcome. He wrinkles his nose as he stepped into the hallway, the complicated smell of medicine and other staff seemed to clog his nose but he was good at acting so he pretended to be unbothered.\n\n\"This is... Taking forever..\"\n\nHe murmurs, blinking slowly. His spinal spikes lifting as he got more restlessly tired."
},
{
"author": "Adele",
"message": "Soon enough they entered a room, it was much like the vacant room before just without the broken window. It held a few desks that had a jar cotton balls along with some simple bandages, but there was also a few closed drawers. Adele's tail flicked to a chair in the middle of the room once they entered.\n\"Sit and tell me wants bothering you, what are you trying to find medicine for? Yourself I'm guessing?\"\nShe questioned, taking in account that the dragonet may have been trying to help their sibling. She tilted her head as she spoke."
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>Looking around the room, saltwater gazed at the chair and clambered on it, trying to find a way to sit comfortably in it which took a few moments. \n\nAt the question he frowned, ears drolping as he wallowed in his thoughts. He thought about his sister and maybe a place like this might've helped. He pushes away the thoughts and swallows.*\n\n\"Yeah. Myself. Are you gonna ask me a buncha dumb questions? Im sick and tired and everything is disgusting! And my tummy keeps growling at me..\"\n\nHe went on a mini rant. Maybe he should bite this dragon, biting always worked. Sometimes. He didn't though as he really wanted that medicine."
},
{
"author": "Adele",
"message": "\"These are not some dumb questions, I'm just trying my best to understand what is wrong. You see if I give you the wrong medicine it can have some very bad side effects, so I need to know what is making you feel sick.\"\nAdele has stated bluntly trying to hurry up the diagnostic. She wanted to help the dragonet feel better and she was starting to get the impression that the dragonet didn't want to stay in the medical clinic for very long.\nShe turned towards the drawers in the room and opened them up with a key she carried, inside was a few different containers that had all sorts of medicines."
},
{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>He mutters so himself but sighs. He really didn't think that was the case because didn't all medicines do the same thing? Why should medicine be complicated in the first place?\n\n\"I ate something bad.\"\n\nHe felt somewhat stupid saying it since, he knew it was bad and atr it anyway. But what really stumped him was the nightwing, was it also needing medicine. How did it do it without getting sick. He'd have to investigate further later..."
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{
"author": "Saltwater",
"message": ">>He shifts in the seating and sighs audibly, nose crinkling as he recalled the \"Interesting\" Smell. It was something of plants and, well, rot. \n\n\"A rotten bird...\"\n\nHe murmured, avoiding meeting their gaze as much as possible. Grabbing his tail and fiddling with it with another small sigh."
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Samtheman** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "samtheman08846",
"message": "SORRY THAT ITS SHORT"
},
{
"author": "quest.coin",
"message": "It's all okay!! I think my responses are getting short as well as it's all good/"
},
{
"author": "Adele",
"message": "\"Then it's as I suspected, food poisoning. But don't worry it's quite treatable, it will just take a few days for it to go away.\"\nAdele gave the dragonet a small smile, confused on why they would eat a rotten bird and once the cup she was holding was filled up with water she turned back towards the drawer. She reached for a container with a few pills in it which has the letters *Lope*... She took 1 of the pills out from the container and looked back to the dragonet.\n\"Here you go, take this and drink this cup of water. It's not going to cure you instantly, it will take sometime. You also need to keep extra hydrate, alright?\" \nShe handed the pill and paper cup to the dragonet before continuing her sentence, having a concerned look on her face.\n\"Do you have access clean water and non rotten foods?\""
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{
"author": "Everest",
"message": "Everest let out heavy sigh as he laid besides the River Banks of Possibility,he was holding two pouches,one full of various of objects and one full of Scales that he got selling those objects\n\nBeing a Merchant can be both rewarding and exhausting especially with all of the flying around but it was now time for a break,Everest looked around the area as he relaxed,there is nobody around here right now which was alright by him,the Skywing usually prefers to alone most of the time anyways"
},
{
"author": "Whiplash (Wings of Fire)",
"message": "*And that's when a very dark looking dragon flew above the village and also the river bank, looking down at the ground. He never comes here, especially due to the heat this region can produce. But this was something he decided to do, out of changing his routine a bit\n\nAfter some time he started spiraling down, and some minutes after he landed on the ground, hind paws first, to soften the landing even more. After landing he looked around himself a bit* \"So this is Possibility... I better be careful, who knows what they'll do if they find out I got three genes inside me\"*He said, before starting to walk around this part of the village*"
},
{
"author": "Everest",
"message": "While laying down,Everest can't help notice a Dragon from the corner of his eye,it was a peculiar dragon,not like any he had seen but who was he to judge?\n\nPerhaps the dragon wants looking for something to buy,so Everest got up and went to the dragon's direction,slowly so he wouldn't scare them,now that the Skywing was a bit closer,he could see that the dragon looked both Seawing and Nightwing,a hybrid for sure which got Everest more excited."
},
{
"author": "Whiplash (Wings of Fire)",
"message": "*That's when he noticed a white figure get up. An Icewing, with something to sell. Looking for something to buy could be useful. Even tho he needs to start finding a job or get a role to start gaining something. But that doesn't mean he can't at least look\n\nBut noticing Everest walked towards him, had him stop on his track and sit on his hind paws, wondering what the Icewing wanted from him*"
},
{
"author": "Everest",
"message": "\"Heyyyyyy there\" Everest said sorta awkwardly as he stopped and looked at the dragon,looking at their scales for a brief moment before continuing,\"My name is Everest and if you are looking for something to buy,then I will be your dragon!\" He gave a big smile towards him,if he could,Everest would ask the dragon about their hybrid nature but that would be too nosy and good merchants aren't nosy! Right?"
},
{
"author": "Whiplash (Wings of Fire)",
"message": "*His loud voice kinda got him to close his ears a bit. It's one of the defects he got. His hearing is more developed, and yet got him to have sensitive ears to sudden loud noises and voices* \"Hi to you too. I was caught by your merchandising, and wanted to take a look. Only that... I'm not really used to coming here, I prefer the rainforest. But hey, everything to change routine once in a while\"*He calmly said to him*"
},
{
"author": "Everest",
"message": "\"Ohhhhhh,I see\" He said nodding,still doesn't really explain his hybrid nature but hey,maybe that's for later,for now,he got some selling to do,\"Well,are you looking for anything in particular that I might have?\" Everest asked,stepping away a bit to not intimidate the dragon accidentally."
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{
"author": "Whiplash (Wings of Fire)",
"message": "\"More about looking. I'm just exploring a bit out of curiosity. I'm surprised I didn't get hunt down the moment I flew in the sandwings territory\"*He said, getting up and looking at what he had in store*"
},
{
"author": "Everest",
"message": "\"Alrighty then\" Everest said,trying to ignore Whiplash's comment about being hunted down,just sounds like another can of worms that he could think about,he picked up his bag of object and opened it,inviting the other dragon to take a peek inside."
},
{
"author": "Whiplash (Wings of Fire)",
"message": "*He then started looking around in the bag to see what was inside. He saw quite the things he could possibly buy the next time he passes here. But once again, there's nothing he can do. He didn't even bring money, which means he'll take a look and go. After some minutes he stopped searching around his bag and sat in front of Everest* \"If I brought money I'd probably buy 2 or 3 things. But since I didn't bring any it'll be for the next time I pass by\""
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{
"author": "Everest",
"message": "Admittedly,Everest was disappointed that the dragon didn't bring any scales,he just ended up wasting time! But he hid that feeling well and said \"Ah well,how unfortunate,but hey,that's how life goes sometimes\" He put up a small smile as he grabbed the bag of objects again."
},
{
"author": "Whiplash (Wings of Fire)",
"message": "\"I'm deeply sorry, I wasted your time. But next time I'll return with scales, and quite the amount\"*He said, taking off but hovering still* \"I'll see you next time Everest\"*He said, before flying away*"
},
{
"author": "Everest",
"message": "Everest waved goodbye as Whiplash flies off \"I will see you next time too!\" After a moment,he realized he never got to ask what was the deal with the dragon like he always wanted to,oh well,like he just said,there is always a next time!"
}
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{
"author": " Xerohphyte ",
"message": "< *Xerohphyte landed nearby the sandstone arch, sighing as he finally got the rest his wings after his long flight, he checked his pouch it make sure he didn't lose the handmade weapons for his customer, he also needed to debate whether to search for and gems or crystals while he was here, but first he needed to get his customer their weapons, maybe even give out one of his other weapons to someone lucky, as he approached the entrance while keeping his wings folded close to his sides, his tail curled, swaying side to side slowly his ears twitching slightly as he let his eyes wander, wanting to take everything in as he hadnt been to this part of the island yet.* >"
},
{
"author": "Tangerine ",
"message": "*Just beyond the arch stood a very... Oddly colored skywing..? Wait, no, maybe rainwing? But the wings were too large, and the body build. Well, whatever this mystery dragon was, they looked very chipper and happy, and like he knew this place well. He seemed to have just gotten here not too long ago, as while he did look happy and bright, you could easily tell he was exhausted. Wonder where he traveled from!*"
},
{
"author": " Xerohphyte ",
"message": "< *He gazed at him curiously as he hesitantly stopped before he went through the arch, his mind racing between an rainwing or a skywing, he also considered the option of a hybrid, but that thought left his mind as he now figured that you were a rainwing, atleast with how energetic you seemed, he flicked his tail, debating on whether to ask you for directions to where his customer told him to meet, but was unsure if you were friendly or not, turning his head back to the archway, but his body didn't move, he kept considering on asking despite his mind telling him it could be dangerous.* >"
},
{
"author": "Tangerine ",
"message": "*The vibrant colored dragon glanced around, spotting Xero and tilting his head a little, before smiling and waving a little. To Tangerine, this guy looked like a native who could help him find a cheap place to stay for a bit. The hybrid approached, being all smiles, not giving the slightest hint he was dangerous- which he wasn't.* \"Er- Hello there! Do you, by any chance, live here..?\" *Now that he was closer, yep, definitely a hybrid. There were some spots of scales that changed colors a little bit, and at the moment, they were yellow- happy!*"
},
{
"author": " Xerohphyte ",
"message": "< *He gave a small wave back and made a mental note that you were definitely a hybrid now that he could see you up close once you had come over, pausing for a moment.* >\n\"Ah- uhm, I don't live here actually, are you new here aswell?\"\n\n< *He asked curiously, giving a small smile as he saw your yellow scales, from what he learned from a old rainwing friend, yellow meant happiness.* >"
},
{
"author": "Tangerine ",
"message": "\"Not exactly? I stop here from time to time on my travels, and I need a cheap place to rest for a bit.. But if you need help finding something, I could *Probably* Tell you where it is. I'm Tangerine, by the way! Nice to meet you!\" *He gave a small nod, but you could tell he was kinda disappointed- man was tired, and he had missed his proper suntime. What a shame.*"
},
{
"author": " Xerohphyte ",
"message": "\"Well, I have enough money, I could offer to pay for a place to stay for you? Sorry if it seems weird.. Since we just met but yknow, I'd hate for someone to have to sleep outside or something, also I was wondering if you knew were —-'s den is? If you know them.\"\n\n< *He speaks carefully, not wanting to make it weird or anything, and despite just meeting this dragon he wanted to help out.* >"
},
{
"author": "Tangerine ",
"message": "\"Oh, that would be great! I don't think it's weird at all- just dragons looking out for each other! And, hmm, —-? I believe I do... Not for sure though. Seen them around a few times- why? Are you some sort of merchant?\" *This dragon spoke a lot, but he was just curious, was all.* \"Oh, and I meber caught your name!\""
},
{
"author": " Xerohphyte ",
"message": "\"That's fine, and thanks for not taking it a weird way heh, I'm not a merchant I do special requests for Weaponry, I'm a Blacksmith, I even do armour sometimes, though mostly Weapons and jewelry all that fun stuff.\"\n\n< *He bellowed, he didn't mind the excessive talking from the hybrid.* >\n\"Oh, I'm Xerohphyte, Xero or X for short, and you?\""
}
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{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "The halls were whiter than the sand outside, a sheltered cream, seemingly never touched by the sun's harsh rays, instead announcing itself in the gold that was seemingly melted into the banding strips that crawled upon the top corners of the hall. Candles melted their waxes slowly, illuminating tapestries of stories that would've been long lost if not for the royals. Dingo had left his workmate in favour for more area covered in a smaller amount of time rather than efficiency if confronted. Whilst having a social was nice, time alone kept his mind busy and helped him focus on keeping his talon-steps quiet rather than their usually loud announcements, no thanks to his prosthetic. It was annoying to think about, at first it clunking loudly on the sandstone, but with practice shuffling his balance and becoming more and more comfortable in it, his movements were slowly becoming more elegant- well, as elegant as he used to be, anyway. \n\nHis talon-steps were quiet, due to his focus, on the red rug that seemed to go on forever, frayed at the ends and neglected to be replaced for a while too long now, left talons curled into knuckles as he awkwardly held his spear. He almost walked by the double-door without noticing it being slightly ajar. Perhaps subconsciously his eyes had been wandering the tapestries on the left, because as part of the hall trailed into a small doorway, he noticed a streak of brighter light leaving the ballroom, illuminating the otherwise dull rug. He raised his brow, a cautious grin touching his eyes slightly. The servants who raced around had no need to touch the ballroom, the ballroom seemingly abandoned for what seemed like moons now.\n\nSure they would clean and dust, but at max it took about an hour- they had better things to do on their tight schedule.\n\nHe approached the double-doors slowly, ear flicking as he tried to listen to what might be happening down to the scamper of a rat that invaded the open space. For a moment he amused himself with the thought of a scavenger going to hunt out the Queen, a legend too funny to not to amuse himself and terrify others, typically dragonets, with. The talon-steps were easily too heavy to be a scavenger, and too quick, but it was fun to think about.\n\nAlmost silently, he approached the door, not bothering to use the knob as he used the sides of the door to open it inward- a design made so not to interfere with the festivities held within the ballroom- revealing a dragon seemingly stained in sunburnt dust with a rough appearance about them, one he seemed to faintly recognise from his old mates.\n\n\"Well hello~\" He cooed, smirking as he advanced, spear ready, \"I didn't know the Queen was desperate for rats in her ballroom, I wonder why I wasn't invited,\" He mused, chuckling softly as he spread his wings so Copperhead's options of escape was limited. Sure- there were the other doors on the other sides of the room, but were usually left locked by the servants. He shifted his weight onto his prosthetic as he raised his spear, forked tongue flicking out eagerly as wishing to taste the surprise of the thief, teeth in a toothy grin."
},
{
"author": "Copperhead | Stick-Taloned Extraordinaire",
"message": "Copperhead jumped at the sight of the sandwing guard- their eyes jolting wide open for only a moment before their surprised expression twisted into scowl- and sharp agitated hiss as he took a few steps back- eyes shooting to the ceiling in thought, and for those that knew Copperhead better than this guard did- they'd know it was a surefire sign he was formulating a lie of some sort- and with a devious grin and lighthearted chuckle as Copperhead took a few steps closer. Their body language seemed to go from extremely tense in surprise- to relaxed, calm- and cool- within the span of seconds. \"Moons, you *Scared* Me- I had no idea the guard had such an affinity for stealth.\" \n\nCopperhead didn't mind how Dingo spread his wings- the correct choice in a situation like this, was *Rarely* To run- no - he had done this song and dance before, all he had to do was sweeten his words, flash the fake scrolls and empty book covers- and he'd get off scot-free just like every other time. \"You? A rat? No... Far too cute to be a rat~ More like- a little sand mouse.\" He chuckled and bowed his head in a hollow sign of respect. \"Unfortunately, though- the ballroom appears to be *Closed*- though that's *Exactly* Why I wandered in- see these?\" He opened his bag and flashed the various scrolls and books- though was quick to shut it- hopefully before Dingo could pick something from the unassuming pile. \"I'm an author- Working on my next bestselling scroll, I'm *Sure* You've heard of...\" He thought of a clever name for a writer- giving away his real name was a big nono in his line of work. \"Gambel... I write all sorts of literary works, from recipe scrolls to fiction works for dragonets.\"\n\nThe slick thief seemed rather pleased with their little lie- and seemed to cling to it with bold confidence. \"Perhaps if you have one of my scrolls or book- I'd be happy to sign it for you~\" He had to do his best to not seem like he was in a hurry- if he tipped this guard of even a little bit, the jig would be up, and he'd be in a stronghold prison cell- so he began to appraise Dingo, his eyes gliding up and down, taking not of the peculiar... Potentially valuable prosthetic limb- though that would be a particularly difficult thing to steal most certainly- but he *Did* Love a challenge. \"Perhaps you could do the honors of escorting me back to my group? I didn't mean to be a rulebreaker- but I saw such opportunity in the quit confines of the ballroom- I couldn't help myself, I'm sure you understand.\" He tried to do a voice- but his vocals were rather coarse- he tried to play the part of the sheltered - potentially aristocratic scroll-snout writer. \n\nEugh- his best option was maybe to flirt? It was - worth a try - sometimes dragons fell for the simplest flatteries- and it would be curious to know if such practices would work on even a member of the esteemed stronghold guard. Copperhead flicked his tongue from his maw for a moment. \"Perhaps you'd like to catch a dance in that ballroom with me someday, hm?~\" He raised an eyebrow, internally cringing at himself - but anything was worth it to get away with a few extra scales- though that wasn't to say Dingo was rough on the eyes- just, Copperhead didn't really do relationships- especially with someone in a field directly opposed to his."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He watched as his expression quickly changed, Dingo being quite amused as Copperhead tried to flatter him. Dingo always liked an ego boost, though it was the friends he had made that prevented him from becoming thick-skulled, and his leg to blame for him to have a wry amount of trust. He raised his chin as Copperhead bowed his head, a critical and amused look on his face.\n\nHe tilted his head at the bag, lowering his head slightly to examine the contents. It seemed truthal, especially at first glance- and that was all he was given, seeing how promptly Copperhead shut it. \"Gambel, ay? I've been followin' your scrolls. Your last one, The Rattlesnake's Cackle, was quite a catcher, my nephew enjoyed it.\" He lied through his teeth, trying to bait Copperhead into his trap. \"Lil' sucker made he read it to him.\" He continued, trying to force admiration in his eyes. \"I'm sure an autograph wouldn't hurt, my fine friend.\" \n\nHe listened to the pleas of innocence from him, which only made his smile broaden. \"Of course~ curiosity is sure to break boundaries at times.\" He mused, tapping the blunt end of the spear on the ground, the door closing with a soft *Clink* As he pushed it back with his tail. His surprise at the request was admittedly unexpected, though took the ask gracefully. \n\n\"Why wait another day when you can do it now?\" He asked, using his teeth to grip his spear and taking his talon forcibly, his talons loose enough for Copperhead to slip back if he wanted, though it made for a perfect opportunity for eachother to steal off one another."
},
{
"author": "Copperhead | Sticky-Taloned Extraordinaire",
"message": "Dingo wasn't subtle in the least bit that they were enjoying the flattery- a part of Copperhead hated it just my principle, but the other part of them- the one that wanted to get out of this and get back to their little hole in the sand hut - didn't mind- not in the slightest. I suppose he should've guessed that someone working in the stronghold would have a head the size of dragonflame cactus.\n\nShit... He couldn't tell if Dingo was calling their bluff, or if there was actually a sandwing author named 'Gambel' - but judging by the permanent smirk on Dingo's face- the thief had already been caught- though, it never hurt to continue playing along just in case... The only question was if the guard *Was* In fact bluffing- if Copperhead, well- now *'Gambel'* - made the wrong call, chances were they were going straight to the stronghold prison- which was conveniently a jump, flap, and a fly away from the ballroom- greeeaaat going Copperhead- now what do we say? Uh- hm, did this guy really seem like the type of dragon to read- let alone read scrolls to their nephew? No- not really, and if he couldn't recall- then... He could always say he had just written so many scrolls he didn't remember, or alternatively - that someone else wrote the scroll under his name - yes, that was definitely the play. \"Ah, I'm sorry- I don't quite recall writing that one- seems I might have someone using my wonderful name to sell their scrolls- or maybe that one just slipped my mind, I've been writing since I was a dragonet, so- it's possible I just *Forgot*- silly Gambel., right?~\"\n\nThe two seemed to be playing off one another- Copperhead certainly having just as much of an ego, if not a bigger one based their obviously pleased expression- to them it was a verbal game, so it was only natural they'd take pride in every careful decision they made. \"Maybe I'll send that nephew a real copy of one of my scrolls to make up for this... Inconvenience. It'll come with that autograph free of charge!\" What if he asked for one of the scrolls he was currently carrying? You know- all of the blank sheets of paper and books without pages- no no, he'd just say they were all a 'work in progress'. \n\n\"See, you get it- ehe...\" They were surprised by Dingo's forwardness- and in truth, the only time they danced was when they were drunk, high, or... Both... They'd never danced sobber- but I guess there was a first time for everything- even if they had no clue what ballroom dancing looked like besides from that one time they snuck to the stronghold as a dragonet to watch all the rich dragons dance- they still fondly remembered looking through those teeny tiny windows- so it was time to make the dream of dancing here a reality- even if it was for perhaps all the wrong reasons. \n\nHe accepted, firmly gripping Dingo's talons with a confident smile on his face. \"Be warned, I spend most of my days in a library- not a ballroom, so I guess you'll have to show me how to dance- oh and how awkward with music. Sure you don't want to sing a tune?~\" Maybe he could at least get a laugh out of this brute's attempt at creating the vocals for string instruments- though he'd have to hide his overflowing amusement if the reality came to pass."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He snorted at his excuse, his grin widening at the creativity of it. \"Indeed very silly, Gambel.\" He said, realising how slick he was with his words- carefully chosen not to falsify nor to accommodate the truth. For a moment, he was glad his workmate wasn't here. They often drew the fun out of anything, and it was nice to be abit rebellious sometimes, especially when confronted with a careful, obviously skilled thief. \"I'll make sure to... 'swipe' one off ya at the end of this ordeal.\" He remarked with a smirk.\n\nHe rolled his eyes at his excuse for being a bad dancer, \"Please, I couldn't be graceful if I tried. Not with this clunky thing.\" He said, words muffled slightly with his spear held by his teeth, glancing down at his prosthetic. It was clear he was pretty self critical, eyes furrowed in contempt with a mixture of grief before he pulled himself out of the clouds, if not for his spear, his jaw would've been clamped for a moment or two. Somewhat probed by 'Gambel's' words, and unwilling to fall under his challenge he sung a few notes- admittedly, they were flat and rough around the edges, and perhaps a bit crooked- but he wasn't about to let his fun with the 'scroll-writer' fall flat, even if it didn't benefit him."
},
{
"author": "Copperhead | Sticky-Taloned Extraordinaire",
"message": "Okay- Copperhead thought, now he was just being cocky with his choice of words- 'swipe' har har, real clever- who did this dragon think he is? Talking to the great, literary genius - Gambel, in such a tone. A grin crept up his face. \"Tsk- sorry, but those are all work in progresses- Can't let you leak my content before it hits the shelves, can I?~\" He chuckled- for some reason- this wasn't *So terrible* As they had thought it'd be- plus, Dingo seemed maybe cool enough to get paid off... Maybe- since he made it painfully clear he knew about the stolen goods. \n\n\"Touche - I suppose- though it doesn't seem to hinder your... Unique character.\" The thief gave a sly grin and a quick eyeroll as the two danced with the grace of a scavenger without a head. At the sound of Dingo's tune- Copperhead chortled happily - seemingly pleased - though quickly moved a free talon over their mouth due to their failure to conceal the honesty in their amusement, but couldn't help themselves and simply shrugged. \"You're absolutely dreadful- remind me not to hire you to do any singing.\" There was a playful undertone to their voice, shaking their head in an exaggerated manner.\n\n\"Don't know if we're doing it right- but- I think we're doing pretty good so far- we haven't- tripped over each other's talons so- that's a plus... Definitely the best dancer I've ever been with- though, I guess I don't really dance sober- so this is a first for me.\" Did he *Actually* Like this dragon? Pft- no way, he was just falling for the character he had been playing- maybe he could've been an actor or something- either way, Copperhead wasn't the type to get along with many individuals- and even if it was all a rouse - at least they'd go to jail without regrets this time. \"When I was a dragonet...\" The two did a rough pirouette that definitely needed some work - \"I used to come watch the stupid dances they hold in here literally *All* The time- All those fancy princesses and regal noble gentlemen- felt like they were living the lives in the storyscrolls I read- er- write now- of course.\" He nodded as if affirming himself as a writer. \"Never figured I'd ever be on the ballroom floorone day...\" He gave a skeptical, playfully judgmental raised eyebrow. \"You're not exactly the prince of my dreams, but I guess you'll do *For now*.\" \n\nIn truth- they felt the dance was coming to an end- which totally sucked, but- whatever- they had their fun- and they would have to face the music- hopefully not sang by Dingo- sooner or later."
}
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{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "You put it as text:di"
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He glanced around, his left arm holding his spear of which he had examined closely far too many times for this boring shift. Perhaps he had been given this shift because he didn't feel like wearing his armour, and though he had been given a warning he hadn't been deterred from the job, rather put in the place where it was least likely for something bad to happen. \nHe glanced upwards, the book and scroll titles he had read for what felt the millionth time. Granted, he could grab one from a shelf and start reading but he'd rather watch snails race. He didn't know how someone could read a book for hours, candlewicks being wasted on simple words.\nHe raised his chin, looking up and silently praying for something to happen, even if he didn't necessarily believe in deities. Perhaps his prayer had worked, as when he looked down he noticed the SandWing in the corner, nose down in a book (he figured anyway, a scroll was nearby) which most likely derived from Pantala, as books were most popular there. \nHe snorted. \"Your life must be drab if you're reading *That.\"*"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond in a few"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "All good I'm writing so many things at once and they're all for diff things lol."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He lifted his gaze lazily, his eyes staring down at the guard as he snapped the book shut. He got up and put the book away, before sighing faintly as his gaze rested on the guard once more.\n\"It quite is, my siblings are so boring when it comes to doing anything important.\" He snorted, flicking his tail as he walked closer to the guard, shuffling his wings. He clearly took it as an insult, while commenting on it normally. He was confusing sometimes."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He shifted more weight onto his prosthetic arm, lifting his spear slightly. \"I see how a privileged life can affect your entertainment.\" He mocked lightly, keeping the conversation on him rather than his sibling, the Queen. For a moment he thought of mocking the Queen, but would first test the Prince's limits and try to gather intel of his relationship with his said sister, especially on how far his loyalties lie."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "\"A privlaged life that allows me to \"Kindly\" Ask you to silence yourself.\" He snapped, hissing faintly as his tail rattled ever so slighlty. He then cracked his neck, muttering to himself as his gaze wandered over to a self full of books, looking over them as if looking for something more important than just the history of the Sand'Wings and trading routes."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He was unable to hide his snicker, let-alone wanted to. \"I am *Ever* So sorry, your Highness.\" He said with mock pity. \"I'm sure your life is hard, please forgive me.\" He ducked his head and tipped his wings in a half-hearted bow, tounge flicking."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He snapped his gaze back, his tail curling up as if ready to spring out at them, yet it was behind himself. \n\"I don't think my sister would like for me to fight you, let alone me 'accidently' stinging you in a very painful way. Perhaps lose another front arm...?\" He warned dangerously, lifting his talons to push their head down to a better bowing position."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He instantly growled, shaking his head and jerking it back as he eyed the prince with malice. He held his spear firmly and had the tip puncture his chest, almost exactly where his heart is. It drew no blood, merely being a threat.\n\"Now, friend, we wouldn't want an 'accidental' disappearance of the Prince, do we?\" He snarled casually, a harshness lining his words. \"Go down into the history books? I don't think your sister would like that either.\""
}
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{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He stared at the guard for a little while, his eyes flicking slightly as it stared down at the guard. He then shook his head, his tail still tightly coiled just in case the guard decided to lunge when he wasn't ready. He shook his wings, before picking up a book from the shelf, reading once more."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He growled, half in confusion of the odd gesture and half in annoyance. For a brief moment, he debated his options. For one, he could threaten again, but he would be seen as childish if the Prince ignored him, but if he could spike some fear in the haughty prince.. That could go far yet would prove to be difficult. He decided against it, keeping the idea of fear tucked away in his mind carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to exploit the Prince. Instead he focused on the book. \"What is it? Did you figure out how to converse yet?\" He indicated the book with a bob of his head, talking as if he hadn't a spear to the Prince's chest, withdrawing it only slightly."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Permission to hit his head with the book??"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I find that so funny yes-"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He snapped his book closed, as a dangerous smile arose from his face. \n\"I rather think I have.\" He nodded, before throwing the thick, hardcover book towards Dingo\n\nHe snapped his book closed, as a dangerous smile arose from his face. \n\"I rather think I have.\" He nodded, before throwing the thick, hardcover book towards Dingo's head. He then hissed at them, rattling his tail as he was fully prepared to fight them right then and there, and it was clear he had a goal to acheive."
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Sorry it's a lil short."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He hissed, flinching but not missing the blow. He brang his arm to his head, spear pointed toward the ceiling as he felt the blow then shaking his head and hissing aswell, all reason being gone with the book. He knew he himself was vulnerable on both sides for different reasons. The mobility his prosthetic didn't allow made for clunky movements and the soft flesh of his left arm was susceptible to damage. With that in mind, he charged with his spear infront of him, dagging a blow at the Prince's chest."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He snarled, slamming his talons at the edge of the blade of the spear to knock it completely out of the way, despite it scratching his talons slightly. He then slammed them on the side with one of his wing, his tail curling up like a scorpion, prepared to launch if they dared to attack from the side. He was even willing to inject the venom in very lethal locations as well. The worst he'd get was a slap on the wrist, and the guard wouldn't have to suffer any punishments for picking a fight with him."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He stumbled but got up quickly, growling. He twirled his spear and obtained a firmer grip, instead throwing it with all his muscle. It was directed toward his head. He had arranged it so if it was (disappointedly) dodged, it would puncture a wing tip if he was lucky."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He didn't expect them to do that, just barely avoiding the spear, but it did slice his wing slightly. He let a rusty roar out, before defaulting to a snarl as he lunged at them. Even if he could roar well, him roaring meant he was dead on serious about a death perhaps happening. His tail whipped out and aimed on the side that didn't have the prosthetic arm, and was clearly aiming at the shoulder. His talons dug into whatever it grabbed onto, baring his fangs as his wings spread out and hit the bookshelves behind himself."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He roared in pain, scales slicing down parts of his neck and some of his shoulder. He had managed to dodge the stinger- just barely- as he stumbled. No clear thoughts ran in his mind, only fear and anger with adrenaline pumping in his veins. Without thought, he lifted his prosthetic and using the metal 'muscle' that helped keep his balance in check, using the back of his lower arm and whacked the Prince, trying to fend him off."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He hissed as the arm smacked his neck, coughing for a few seconds before snarling at them. \n\"Now I have proof that you decided to pick a fight with royalty. Have fun with the punishment my sister may deal. If she doesn't do anything... *I'll* Ensure something happens.\" He chuckled, whipping his tail dangerously as blood dripped down from the slice on his wing."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "\"Or...\" He began, advancing as he ignored the pain, \"You and me and have a day trip to the SeaWing Kingdom, I'm *Sure* They'd love to ||eat something exotic, scorpion, will I call you?\"|| He laughed, his voice casual and implication clear. His smile was crooked, spreading his wings slightly to appear bigger. \"Besides, who said you were going back to your rat of a sister?\" He asked, pouncing into him to try knock him down."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I spoilered it cause it may be unsettling. Uh tw for eating ig-"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "Sir, just so you know, I deal with darker jokes and much more brutal rps in my friend group rp server *Wheezing*\n\nSo don't worry about it too much"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "It's not that dark and nothing was said in the rules so I put there incase JSDYFushd"
},
{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "Stop being a tattletale walker 🙄"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Snitches get stitches"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He growled lowly, arching his neck up as his tail coiled up once more. His ears pinned down backwards as he snapped his jaws at them, before they lunged. He swiftly slid mostly to the side, before grabbing at their arm and once more tried to strike them with his tail. His wing slammed into their spine, the talon on it curling into the scales, drawing blood."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He yanked his arm back, hurting something in his joints despite dodging the lethal barb. He winced, suddenly fearing he couldn't keep the very scales that lined his shoulder. The fear was present in his eyes for merely a second, turning around and trying to scratch the Prince with the sharp claws on his prothsetic. He snarled, stepping backwards as blood trailed down his side from the earlier puncture. He growled, letting fire build up in his throat as he cautiously eyed him, a faint idea pricking at the sides of his brain."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He chuckled when he saw the glimpse of fear, his tail whipping in the air as he knew what they were doing. \n\"Better be careful, otherwise you're going to explain why you burned the whole library down...\" He narrowed his eyes, smiling wickedly as his wings shuffled. He was waiting for them to make the next move, crouching down slightly to make his tail in a more prominent pose to be able to strike them once more."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "While reckless, he wasn't stupid. He advanced swiftly, not coming too close in proximity as he feinted an attack of his chest and parts of his neck, mostly because it was predictable. Flinching back, he quickly turned and grabbed his spear, it pointed with some of the Prince's blood. A new confidence fell, it shown through his posture and expression. He was still wary, especially how his shoulder ached as he held up his spear. \nThe idea of using fire still ran through his mind, an array of excuses backing him up. All he had to do was silence the Prince. \nHe kept any rebuttles silent for fear they would release another pricking idea. He chose something relating to a mocking self pity instead. \"It's a shame I didn't wear my armour today, don't you think?\" He twirled the spear in his talons, tapping the blunt handle on the floor for a moment as if he demanded an answer. His tounge flicked out not unlike a snake as he slowly advanced, cautious yet assertive."
}
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{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "I'll respond tmw, im more focused on a single rp rn"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "\"Self pity in the middle of battle? Well it's a shame you didn't bring it, made it easier for the venom to take hold of another limb.\" He snarled, chuckling as his tail swayed and his wings spreading out. He didn't launch an attack, the spear was a dangerous tool and he wasn't stupid enough to throw himself towards it. He kept his eyes on Dingo closely, his mouth hanging ever so slightly open as if he was prepared to bite as well."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He hissed, the comment making him second guess whether was actually stung. He noticed as them waiting, not making any sudden movements yet.\nHe smiled causally. \"It's a bit low of me,\" He admitted whilst slowly advancing, talking conversationally. \"But, it does offer some reassurance I wasn't the only one unprepared.\" He said, the sides of his mouth twisting into a smile as he jabbed spear toward the prince, keeping a firm grip."
}
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{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "Like glass, his control had shattered.\nBefore he knew it, he tackled the prince to the floor, claws puncturing Walker's scales and releasing a deafening roar. With his spear disregarded on the floor and wings slightly spread for balance, he eyed the Prine with a deep hatred, not caring if it was shown. The words he'd tell himself in his darkest moments were being told to him. He'd always make sure to disprove the thoughts, (or atleast distract himself from them,) but somehow it had more weight when someone validated the negativity.\n\"I'll kill you! I'll do worse than that- I'll make you wish you were dead.\" He growled, claws digging deeper into his scales. His wings flared with his words as if to provide truth to the threats. \"Do you want that, O' Mighty Prince?\" He asked, patronising rumbles added to the malice in his tone. He raised his head from the Prince, sail flaring from the curve of his neck as he looked down in disdain."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He screeched, his tail flailing in the air as it slammed against the shelves, bruising the tail and possibly ||cracked the bone.||He then snarled at them, snapping his jaws at them, his own talons digging into their scales. He half-heartedly tried to pull his tail up, but it sent pain down his spine and set it back down. \n\"I don't really care what you do to me. Do what you will, you will most likely lose another limb if you go through with your empty threats.\" He cackled, snarling once more at them, panting as the pain was definitely affecting him, but he didn't show it very well. He kept his talons dug in their shoulders, but not as deeply as he wanted them to be."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He snarled, readjusting his footing for a moment as if Walker were merely a fly. His anger hid his pain well, though you could find it in his eyes if you searched. *\"You,* My dear friend, will be the one with a missing limb. Or perhaps a missing tail.\" The sides of his maw curled into a smile. \"So many tendons, however would I choose?\" He took his right arm off of him, shifting his weight to his abled leg. He lingered his claws just below the Princes shoulders, where the tendons lay.\n\"Do you want a ||clean cut?\"|| He asked casually, putting pressure on the leg with his weight to start to puncture his scales."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "*Not me hoping i remembered the definition of tenons right*"
},
{
"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "To or not to see if i can get egg to bring the queen in here...\n\nTo intercept the fight y'know??\n\nOh wait yeah that would be just worse for him. Well crap."
}
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{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "She'll be betting againt you Dingo is a beast 🦾 /j"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He grunted, hissing faintly as he squirmed under their grasp, trying to make it more difficult for them to be more stable. His eyes sparkled as an evil idea began to take hold of his mind, his eyes flicking towards their talons.\n\"Let's see how you deal with this...\" He giggled, before biting his tongue in order to flick his tail up and landed the stinger on the back of their left back leg. He didn't exactly fully sting them, but the fact that he had fully landed a shot would probably terrify anyone enough to the point where he could escape..."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He hissed in alarm, raising his rear leg as he prepared for the venom to sweep through his bloodstream. His eyes were full of panic and he stumbled abit. He craned his neck to check his leg, all-too soon realising it was a trick, his face scrunching up into a snarl. The distraction had cost him though..."
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He easily wiggled out of their grasp and hopped a bit away from Dingo, his tail wracking the bookshelves. Pain shot through his entire system but he barely kept himself up as he took deep breaths to try to ward the pain off. He then chuckled, smiling evilly at them as his wings shuffled. \n\"You should've know better to pin the Sand'Wing's best weapon when *You're* A Sand'Wing yourself.\" He mocked, cackling in laughter as he slowly walked back, slowly towards the exit. If he could get out, he could probably get a guard or two to stop Dingo."
}
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{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "He seemed to smile as Dingo was trying to resolve themselves as he kept creeping towards the exit of the library. His tail seemed to drag on the ground, slightly crooked out of shape. He puffed up his chest, his wings lifted as he chuckled. \n\"Quite so, actually. If you're willing to show *Actual* Combat skills, and not attack by vengeance or trying to get under *My* Scales, perhaps I'll give you a little bit of respect.\" He rolled his eyes, before making a mad dash for the door. He wasn't that far away either."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "He made a noise in surprise, eyes darting to the exit.\n\"'Least I'm not a coward.\" He smirked, brushing past a few disregarded scrolls with heavy feet. He noticed Walker's tail lame on the ground. He knew he couldn't stop the prince's escape, only postpone it, so he might as well do something while he still can, even if it could be used as edvidence.\nHe threw his spear harshly at his tail, wincing as his joints ached. The throw wasn't the best as it could've been and he snarled, lashing his tail irritably. What was wrong with him today?"
},
{
"author": "Prince Walker",
"message": "As his talons curled at the doorway of the exit, searing pain exploded from his tail and up his spine. He let a horrible screech of agony, recoiling towards the spear in his tail so he'd not lose his tail. A small spurt of flames escaped his nostrils as he ripped the spear out of his tail. He heaved in rage and agony, before narrowing his eyes towards Dingo. He then threw the spear right back at Dingo, stumbling from how strong he threw it. He then scowled, his tail bleeding and leaving a trail on the ground as it was too painful to even move it anymore. He didn't care what the spear did to Dingo, he was going to ensure a punishment of some kind."
},
{
"author": "Dingo",
"message": "The screech was music to his ears, a sadistic grin lining his maw. What wasn't, though was the wind swivelling toward him. He flinched his head, putting his prothsetic as protection, but it neither hit his skull or his prothestic, rather the bend of his wing.\nHe swore loudly, hanging his head down and shaking it as if it would leaviate the pain. His talons curled in, blood trickling down his wing and to his shoulder, some drippinig onto the floor. He breathed a few moments, slowly adjusting-if you could call it that- to the pain. \n\"Well look at that,\" He mused, starting to get up from his hunched position, \"Princey can throw a spear. Method's a bit wrong, but you'll get there.\" He encouraged wryly, wincing as he tried to move. \nThe distant thought of infection scared him more than the pain removing a spear could induce, especially with anothers blood on it. He pulled out the spear with his teeth, pain soaring through his wing. He blew a small flame to show he wasn't scared of any further attack, tounge flicking."
}
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{
"author": "rieka7345",
"message": "Psst- may I see your oc by chance"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "*Ah right library- yes, but he might knock over some shelves*\n\n*Dunno if I'm allowed sending pics in here*\n\n*But yeah that's him, a shelf himself*"
},
{
"author": "rieka7345",
"message": "``` Begin Roleplay | Morning, gentle sunlight, no clouds, Library only having one dragon in it at the moment but soon more to come ```"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "-._-. Nah this cap-"
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Why always picking on me-"
},
{
"author": "Menelaus",
"message": "The female was currently strolling through the isles of books. Her tail sways right to left as her eyes trail over the isles. The silkwings wings wouod gently flutter at her side before her talon lifted up and grabbed a certain book. It was that was written by a well known author.\n\nAs she smiled at the pages, The silkwing made her way down the isles and to a small table at which she sat at. Her blue colorful scales shimmered in the light of the sun which was pouring in from the windows. Her yellow spines moves with her body along with her antennae. Nice weather. She had sensed it much early in the day.\n\nThe female was smaller then the average silkwing, in fact she was noticeably smaller. Probably one of the smallest dragons one could find and yet she was 8 years old in Dragon years. Basically an adult at this point. With her tail flicking, her talons trailed over the pages when she opened the book."
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "The library existed in total silence, which wasn't unusual for such weather conditions. Dragons obviously wanted to spend time outside either enjoying some kind of entertainment or simply sunning themselves in the park. The sun wouldn't be a pain today as well, despite the clear sky the sunbeams where just warm enough to not cause a heat wave but gently tickle your scales. Yes- it was a beautiful quiet atmosphere to spent a day reading all by yourself in a swept empty library.\n\nUnfortunately nothing g lasts forever- and so didn't the silence. Menelaus would jump off the lines as sudden thuds not only echoed unpleasant through the walls of book shelves, but also caused the floor to gently vibrate. Clearly this must've been the start of some fictional horror disaster, where some evil being decides to end the life of its prey which just happened to be alone with no one in reach. All imaginary- it was still a dragon and not some terrifying monster, a nightwing in fact- but *Monster* Would more likely fit the physique this dragon had.\n\nGinormous wings tried to fit in between the shelves, wide shoulders struggling to press themselves through the corridors and arms unnaturally curved and veined. The unpleasant intruder of peaceful silence didn't even bother to inspect the place for any other dragons- being totally focused on collecting certain books while wandering from shelf to shelf, having apparently no struggle to hold all these books with one arm."
}
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{
"author": "rieka7345",
"message": "Yes sorry! I have work and passed out last night"
},
{
"author": "Menelaus",
"message": "The loud stomping of the male caused the female to look up and glare slightly at the noise. How could such a dragon be making terrible noise in a library! Though her anger would fade as she saw the sheer size of the male. Her tail curled closer to her legs as her ears folded closer to the side of her head. He was... Terrifying.\n\nHer golden eyes would soften out of fear before she raised the book up to her snout to hide her face. Now she had met plenty of other dragons. Large in size and towered over the smaller female but him. This Nightwing. She had never seen such a large dragon! God, if he was trying to intimate her... He was succeeding."
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "Eventually after gazing through the shelves of the wall full of books he seemed to not be finding anything there- so one after another step of his massively guilt legs made the ground shake stronger and stronger than closer he moved between the shelves towards where Menelaus was sitting. If he wasn't facing towards the shelves, it would feel like being the prey in a scary campfire story which teens tell each other to get a thrill in a cold summer night. \n\nSuddenly one of his large wings, as clumsy as such size could be, caused a book to skip out of a shelf and fall to the ground. For a short moment silence followed after the soft thud of the book colliding with the ground. The giant leaned down to, holding his wings as tight as possible to his sides before stopping in his position, before his eyes gazed up at what colourful thing stuck out from the dusty brownish leathery colours around them. As bizarre as it was- the Nightmare of a Nightwing gave Menelaus a smile... A somewhat goofy grin in fact. His voice even fitted his appearance- not making it any better tho\n\n\"Ah- my bad thought I was here by myself. Who would such fella like you not be outside during such weather?\""
}
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{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "Sulfur was at a table in the library, surrounded by scrolls and books, he had been commissioned by the queen to excavate some ruins, he had his glasses on as he read a particular scroll learning about some ruins north of Possibly, he adjusted his glasses a bit as he continued to read"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "As Sulfur would totally concentrate on locations of possible ruins on maps and descriptions in the books he has chosen, suddenly a loud thud would cause the table to jump, Sulfur's book nearly hitting his snout and forcing him to look up at what the cause could've been. Just as his eyes would fall upon a large tower of books that have been placed on the opposite of the table. Larger than the tower and much much wider was a dragon- a huge nightwing that had a shoulder span of nearly double Sulfur's wideness and covered in many curves and veins leading over each muscle folding. Biologically it must've been impossible for any dragon species to reach such a physique development, so this view was oddly terrifying and rare to see.\n\nOver the book tower a head would lean down to Sulfur, large horns and deep violet eyes, a sharp jawline. Details which were clearly to identify by the size of that dragon.\n\n\"My bad fella, you wouldn't mind me reading here... Would ya?\"\n\nThe nightwing pushed the book tower to the side and took the upper book down on the table to which he had to lean far down otherwise he couldn't be able to read that small text from a straight sitting position."
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "Sulfur got a small nosebleed as he saw the handsome dragon looking at him \"N-not at all\" He tried to go back to his book, ignoring trying to ignore the dragon opposite of him \"What are you reading?\""
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "For some reason while reading he had to chew on dried stripes of flesh, he got out of a paper bag he placed beside himself on the table. \n\n\"About diets-...Mainly which categories of food have the most proteins, most calories and those that contain vitamins needed for growth.\"\n\nHe said while loudly chewing on the apparently hard to chew meat stripes. Not once while talking he looked up at Sulfur, completely focused on *Muscle science*....Well we all consider important things individually. Carefully he squeezed the paper's edge to flip it over, one of his talons were bigger than the book itself- so a simple wrong movement could rip the page out like the wind the seeds of a dandelion"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "That's hardcore getting nosebleeds from muscular males at first sight"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Oh... Never read anything about that myself, maybe I should take a look at some of those books when I have some spare time\" He gave a warm smile \"Is my nose bleeding by chance?\" He tried to hide his face as much as possible so the larger dragon couldn't see his blushing face"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "\"Oh you should definitely consider studying that! I think despite our society it's not a bad idea to grow some physical strength... Besides the aesthetic isnt a disadvantage as well~\" Moonmover proudly spoke, lifting one of his arms as demonstration as he tensed the muscles to even more curvier forms, causing the veins to become visible even through the thick scale layer. \"Uhm- yeah pretty much, you might wanna consider taking that book outa range\" He pointed with a claw at the papers that would clearly never recover from a drop of blood. \"You good btw fella? You aint having possible heart issues, do ya? If you're bleeding outa your nose you might wanna consider doing something against high blood pressure that causes small veins to pop\""
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Oh! Thank you, thank you very much\" He got a handkerchief and wiped his nose \"And I don't think I have any heart problems, just happens sometimes heh\" He chuckled as he moved the paper out of the way \"W-what's your name, if I could ask\""
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "Just as another stripe of meet fell under his massive teeth, which ripped it to shreds with no effort, he told Sulfur his name- obviously with barely table manners \n\n\"Moonmover, mother already knew back then I gotta be a big fella one day\"\n\nCarefully another page was turned with those hilariously big talons. While reading his ears pointed towards Sulfur to still understand whatever that observing dragon would answer\n\n\"Aaaaand- your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Sulfur, Archaeologist, scholar, and... Book worm I guess, it's a pleasure to meet you Moonmover\" He smiled \"What type of beef are you eating?\""
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "\"That's uh- cool, archeologist... Pleasure to meet ya as well\" Moonmover seemed to figure out how to smile properly and friendly while thinking how he could define himself. He's basically just a dragon that has an interest in physique development and slight combat studies.\n\"That's dried squid, since those bizarre little thingies have an sick amount of protein in them\" He explained, totally nerdy in a different way than an intellectual archeologist would be."
},
{
"author": "wellioo",
"message": "Moonmover \"Here\" *Picks sulfur up with ease* \"That better?\""
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Oh! Squid! You know, funny enough, some of my colleagues, who are seawings, have found some religious ruins in the deeper parts of the seawing kingdom depicting large squids, from what I have heard the seawings who lived in those deep parts believed that the squid was a sign of power, and praying to one would bolster your strength, I guess some of that is partially true\" He gave a giggle as he looked into Moonmovers eyes, blushing a small bit"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "He looked up from his book once again as his chewing got slower and slower until he eventually stopped. He blinked couple of times confused but somehow also impressed that the nerdy dragon came up with such a fact just cause he mentioned squids containing lots of protein. \"That's-...Interesting? First time I'm hearing about getting strength granted by praying to a squid\" Moonmovers eyes trailed back to his book, but by noticing the reddish blush over Sulfur's cheeks he lifted an eyebrow before taking in the eye contact. \"Whatever's the deal, I hope you're not getting turned on by my snacks-?\" He giggled as fitting to his joke he would slip his paper bag of dried squid closer to himself."
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "He heard what Moonmover said about getting turned on by his snacks \"Of course not! I just wanted to share that bit of information with you... I'm not interested in your food at all, though it may be filled with proteins and such, I find squid rather... Appalling to my tastes at least\" He chuckled again, and continued to read"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "He chuckled which could be compared to the grumpy noises of an earthquake as he slipped his bag over to the middle of the table. \"Nah- then I don't mind if ya picking some out. But fr you're looking veeeerrryy intensively at me fella~\" Moonmover mentioned, obviously realising what that small fella was day dreaming about. Eventually he'd also slip back to his book, opening another one beneath the other while apparently comparing some facts or whatever"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Oh! I-I-I'm sorry about that... Please forgive me... I...\" He looked down, very much embarrassed \"If you wish I could leave\" He began to stand up to leave, gathering his things"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "\"Pff- now don't be so over dramatic\" The Nightwing crossed his massive arms as he leaned on them against the table, making the wood protest with cracking sounds beneath his weight. \"I'm day dreaming sometimes as well, there's nothing bad about it. I also don't mind your company, even if it's nerdy\" Moonmover's tail was proportionally to his body big enough to curl halfway around the table, and so the tapped with his tail tip the ground where Sulfur sat, asking him to take his seat again."
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Oh... Thank you\" He gave sat down again \"I... Um... Sorry again for... All that I just... Well... It's hard to explain really, for me anyway... I just... You know?\"\n\n\"I just... Well, sorry\" He looks down at his work, trying to not think about Moonmover at all"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "In a sudden a heaviness would gently weigh down on both Sulfur's talons. Moonmover decides to place his massive grippers on the obviously hysteric dragon to calm his nerves. He leaned down to him and over the table, his violet eyes focused deeply on his. \"Calm your scales- by the moons bro...\" Slowly he let his talons trail back to his own book while still gazing down at his skywing fella (I assume it's a skywing). \"I know what you mean- not my first time homie\""
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "As he felt Moonmovers talons on his, he blushed, he looked away to hide it \"Sorry, that just happens when I say sorry or mess up sometimes\" He looked back at Moonmover, even more embarrassed now"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "You on crack rn or smth?"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "\"The fug you messed up? All fine man- continue spitting your scientific- or archeological facts man\" Moonmover spoke, clearly bringing in a more calming topic probably on purpose so the skywing wouldn't have trouble handling his heartbeat."
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Well... Ummm... I once found a interesting vase that I believe dated back to the old nightwing kingdom, it depicted multiple dragons during a festival, dancing and drinking and merrymaking\"\n\n\"I was given permission to excavate the site as well, before you ask\" He gave a soft smile \"While I was in that area I found what seemed to be the home of what I can only assume to be a night sea hybird, because half the house was submerged, and it was on purpose as well\""
}
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{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "Moonmover closed his own talons into each other while leaning onto them over the table. Actually archeology wasn't in the folder of his interests- but despite the urge to find out more about muscle growing he somehow enjoyed listening to something else once in a while.\n\"Tzh~ a hybrid you say? I mean it became more common the last years to witness a hybrid among tribes... Unfortunately still engaging racism at some point...\" He looked to the side giving his assumption a sigh and a flinch of his shoulders. \"And that Vase? Have you speculated on any possible meaning of those dragons celebrating in the motives?\""
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Yeah, Hybrid, weird I know, but that was the only logical conclusion I could find... A-and on that same vase it depicted what I assume to be a coronation of a new queen\" He blushes a bit more as he felt Moonmover still holding his talons and moving them closer to him"
},
{
"author": "Menelaus",
"message": "The female tilted her head at the two talking. It seemed they were busy with one another which meant she could get back to reading. The silkwings tail flicked softly as her eyes scanned over the book she was currently reading."
}
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{
"author": "wellioo",
"message": "Do not interrupt the gay! /jk"
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Why u always so homophobic man..."
},
{
"author": "BAZENGA",
"message": "I AINT SEARCHING A GAY SHIT NEITHER A FEMALE SHIT NEITHER SOME GAY TALING SHIT \n\nLEAVE ME ALONE\n\nMe cryin-? Nah CAUSE GUESS WHAT, I HAVE NO NEED FOR SUCH GOOFY AAH RELATIONS \n\nAnd besides Moonmover ain't gay 🖕😌🖕"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "How do u wanna know?"
},
{
"author": "BAZENGA",
"message": "U just don't look gay"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "And you don't look like a rapper\n\nHis left ear flinched as he heard the flipping of pages beside them. He totally forgot that there was Stil particular weirdly outstanding silkwing. His eyes just trailed of for a second before looking back down at Sulfur\n\n\"...Any guesses how old the vase is? Or when the coronations happened- if it happened that is. I mean is it unknown who that coronating queen was or is?\"\n\nMoonmover's claws gently tipped against the wooden surface of the table in a rhythm"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"My best guess...150-200 years old... And no... This case just depicts a queen getting coronated, I think it was more of a general purpose use, not depicting a certain queen so it can be used over and over again.\"\n\n\"I was amazed on how well preserved the piece was though, as soon as I found it I sent it off to Jade Mountain Museum to be analyzed, it has since been put on as a display in the nightwing section\""
},
{
"author": "wellioo",
"message": "Moonmover in his head \"He's so nerdy... But moons is he cute\""
}
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{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "Again one of his massive wings nearly threw over a book shelf on accident as he managed his way over to their table carrying both boxes while walking on his hunt legs.\n\n\"Pff of course you'll get your fair share- you think why I bought two boxes?\"\n\nHe sat down with a thud, causing the table to jump again as his trunk his the ground. After the bookshelves around them stopped to shiver -to Sulfur's surprise- Moonmover placed one of those large boxes right in front of Sulfur-...The size of the pizza could at least feed three dragons. Against there would be the contrast of one struggling to finish their plate while the other remains hungry, his stomach must've been a monster as well.\nLarge talons reached out for the small napkins- touching Sulfur's talon for a short moment. For their size they were still pretty careful witch each of their moves.\n\n\"You're knitting? Cool- my mother used to as well✨...\nBesides- I took both regular tomato- extra cheese pizza with some salami on top\""
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Bababui** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "he saw the table move and quickly braced it again, cursing himself under his breath as more scrolls fell down onto the floor beside him \"Thank you, and... I don't think I'll be able to finish all of this pizza though\" He smiles, hearing that Moonmovers mom also liked to knit \"That's nice, it's a great art, and a great way to pass the time, I should knit you a handkerchief, I bet you get your talons dirty all the time\" Sulfur gave a smile as he got some scrolls and put them back on a cart he had to make room for his pizza, and to not cause a mess \"Thank you again\" He smiled as he took a slice and took a bite \"It's good\""
}
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{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "\"Chill your guts fella you haven't said anything world-ending\" Moonmover smirked, using one after another of those napkins Sulfur knitted to wipe his snout and talons clean- more or less having to lick over them to get them anywhere near clean. Carefully holding each with his claw tips on the corners he laid them back down on top of each other, planned to eventually wash them later... Maybe learn how to possibly knit them together to one worthy his size?...Not that his talons could ever hold the required equipment. The Nightwing perked his ears up as the Skywing compared him to a legend. Even more shedding a small blush over his snout as he was set equal to a *Mighty prince* Worthy of songs written about him and portraits reflecting his so hero-like image. Those were pretty spoiled thoughts he had- and didn't even notice how his talon accidentally slipped against Sulfur's. \"Tzh- i've been compared to *Boulders* And *D.D.S* (aka short word for drug-dragons)...But a legendary prince? Have been the nicest words so far~\" The giant's expression softened, turning into a soft smile as his eyes let those of Sulfur."
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "He smiled \"Well, I don't know why others would call you that, you seem like a very nice dragon, not hyped up on drugs at all, in fact you seem quiet the opposite, I think those dragons are just jealous, they wish they had your size and muscles\" He giggled a small bit \"I mean, I wish I had those muscles...\" He then muttered under his breath \"I wish I was being held by them\" Very quietly, but Moonmover could hear it \"Anyway, yeah, you are much more kind, so don't worry what those jerks say, your a pretty amazing dragon, and a very kind one as well\"\n\nSulfur looked down at his talon, noticing Moonmovers large talon holding it, he blushed as he looked back at Moonmover, seeing the larger dragon looking at him \"I... This is nice\" He gave a soft smile, getting lost in Moonmovers eyes \"I don't understand why anyone would call you something negative, you seem like a gentle giant to me\" He smiled more"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Nah that was the start\n\nI'm not doing that-"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "\"Yeah as if you have ever seen a dragon on drugs~\" The gentle giant giggled... The blush not fading a bit from his snout as he spoke. A moment of silence followed after Sulfur finished his sentence- Moonmover could've answered to any of those kind words of his, but instead he let his eyes half opened- thinking for a second before leaning down on eye height with the Skywing... This obviously happening while still holding onto his talon with his large one.\n\n\"Well-...Would you like to be held by me?\"\n\nHe spoke it nearly in a comedic tone while his eyes would take a trip over the library- searching for possible pairs of eyes that could watch them... But as they found nothing but Sulfur's pair of eyes they decided to rest on his gaze.\n\n\"...Sooo...?\""
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Can't say I have ever seen a dragon on drugs\" He gave a laugh as well, he then saw Moonmover move down to his height, then he heard the question, his face went red, his heart racing \"Oh... T-that question was sort of... Umm... Unprompted...\" He thought for a moment \"But... Yes, yes I would\" He kept his gaze on moonmover, his heart beating faster"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "\"Well-...I apologise for the randomness then\" His talon suddenly let go off his, now both of his talons lifting towards Sulfur's shoulders. And before he could protest with a sudden fear-stiffness or another nosebleed he has been already lifted up all the way over the table where he would find himself laying on his back between two massive arms... And a bear-face giving him a slight charming grin.\n\n\"You're-...Lighter than I've expected\"\n\nMoonmover shed a giggle, one thumb gently stroking over Sulfur's ear."
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "His heart was racing, his face was strawberry red, he made a small, adorable squeak as he was lifted up feeling as though he was weightless in the stronger dragons arms \"Y-yeah, I don't eat much I guess\" He stammered, he got a small nosebleed, he reached down and got a handkerchief, wiping the blood away"
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "The nightwing rolled his eyes as Sulfur gave him an pretty much expected answer \"I'll make you dinner once, and if you wish for salad you'll get ass beating\" He chuckled as his eyes met Sulfur's again- obviously meaning the threat in a jokingly manner. But as he saw how his skywing buddy wanted to dry his nose once again- he gently caught his talon before the tissue could clean his bloody nose and lips \"Nuh uh-...Lemme just~...\" Out of nowhere- even more unexpected than his offer of holding him -The gentle giant leaned down, closing his eyes as he kissed Sulfur's lip- but he wouldn't be stopping there anytime soon. As he now had the chance to he opened his snout slightly, waiting for Sulfur to do the same before he challenged his tongue to a dance, a slight metallic taste of blood getting smeared over their lips- and gosh how long that kiss lasted."
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "He smiled \"Well, I-i mean a steak wouldn't hurt every now and then does it\" He took a deep breath as he saw Moonmover lean closer, he felt his lips touch Moonmovers, his face was now beat red, he opened his mouth slightly as well, allowing Moonmover to explore his mouth with his tongue *I must be dreaming... This isn't real* He thought to himself"
}
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{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "||A pressure slowly formed inside Sulfur's jaws, slowly squeezing itself around and over his tongue towards his throat- he could've expected the tongue of someone so gigantic being giant as well...\nNext another pressure could be felt on Sulfur's teeth, as Moonmover locked his fangs with Sulfur's so an escape would be possible that soon... Only after around a minute- which felt like an hour -his fangs loosened just like the rest of his mouth, ending the 'French-kiss' with a wet *Plop!* As his tongue slid out of the Skywing's small snout pulling couple of strings of saliva and blood after. A deep breath later Moonmover played his words again with that deep charming voice of his.\n\n\"Hm- that was an experience. Kinda unusual- what would you say~?\"||"
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "Sulfur would simply allow this to happen, his body frozen with love, his face as red as a cherry, his nosebleed continued, his tail wagging with happiness like a dog. After what seemed like an hour in heaven for sulfur, he saw the larger dragon pull back, his heart racing \"I-it was an experience t-that's for sure\" He felt as though he was in heaven \"It was a very nice experience though\"\n\n\"Y-you know... The roads and the sites are getting kind of dangerous these days... Lots of bandits and outlaws trying to rob me... I-i could use a bodyguard, it pays well, and I'm sure I would feel much safer\" Sulfur was trying to make an excuse to have Moonmover around more, he put up a pretty good facade of making it sound legit, but Moonmover could hear a hint of want in his voice \"I-i-f you want to do it that is, it's just an idea... Spur of the moment thing I guess...\""
},
{
"author": "Moonmover",
"message": "Moonmover's eyes switched between Sulfur's and his extremely wagging tail- he had to shed a low giggle before bonking their snouts together once again, this time without choking him with his tongue.\n\"Your *Bodyguard*...? Pff-\" The nightwing suddenly bursted out in laughter- a pretty deep manly one ofc, as expected from a chad like him. \"...C'mon total honesty, who would rob some archeologist? I mean yeah you're kinda-...Small... But not a beloved target among thefts for sure~\" He gave him another smooch, a shorter one, again ignoring the blood his lips would taste. \"But fine... You want someone to watch over you? Gladly, I don't have anything better to do so-... See it as a close-homies-relation~\" Again the nightwing gave him a toothy grin, looking down at him with an odd flirty gaze."
},
{
"author": "Sulfur",
"message": "\"Well, I mean competing archeologists May want to try and steal what I dig up and claim it's there's... O-or grave robbers looking to make some money... You will?! Oh thank you!\" He blushed again as he was kissed more, the feeling of having another dragon, especially this handsome dragon, kiss him was something else \"I promise, you'll get time to work out and such\" He giggled"
},
{
"author": "kinggeus",
"message": "Talking about hot tub"
},
{
"author": "BAZENGA",
"message": "You disappoint me..."
},
{
"author": "Romeo",
"message": "Tf Are u even doin here, go shoo you anti-homo"
},
{
"author": "velvetsune",
"message": "If i see this happen in a roleplay channel im going off the grid\n\nY'all will NOT‼️ see me anymore"
}
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{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "*Dustmite was walking along the river, she was looking for treasure using some clues she'd discovered about a hidden stash of sorts. Whether this was a lure for thieves or not it was a calling for Dustmite, self Proclaimed treasure hunter. She was making sure to check everything, digging in the sand, lifting up rocks, and much more. Unknowing if there was anyone watching her.*"
},
{
"author": ".shadow_7.",
"message": "*Ackee stayed camouflaged as she studied this sandwing. Ackee made sure her movements were slow and careful and that her scales matched the area*\n\n\"What are you doing here?\" *She asked keeping hidden unsure if this dragon was hostile or not*"
},
{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "*Dustmite would jup and back up slightly, looking around for the other dragon. Her tail slightly raised in more of a defensive means as she was spooked by whoever was near her.*\n\n\"W-Where are you? What I'm doing isn't of your concern either!\""
},
{
"author": ".shadow_7.",
"message": "\"I was laying here til you walked over and spooked me so I think it is my concern\"\n\n*Ackee moved after she spoke to not let the strange dragon to pin point her location* \n\n\"How about this, you explain and lower that tail and I'll stop camouflaging myself\""
},
{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "\"Well you spooked me too so why should I tell you or let my guard down, why should I trust that you won't run up on me while my guard it is lowered. I say you show yourself then I'll lower my tail.\"\n\n*Dustmite would say, not willing ti take chances with this mystery dragon who wanted her to lower her guard.*"
},
{
"author": ".shadow_7.",
"message": "*Ackee sighed and made her head become visible but not the rest of her, her face scales were a soft autumn red, her neck scales were orange, her frill was yellow and orange. With her head visible you could more easily see her jade pendant in the shape of two dragons entwined* \n\n\"Happy now, please lower your tail now\""
},
{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "\"That's much better, yes I'm happy now. But what are you doing all the way out here?\"\n\n*Dustmite would ask, lowering her tail and tilting head ever so slightly. Looking at the jade pendant before looking at the water.*\n\n\"I'm treasure hunting, I don't like telling others because they always want a share of what I work hard to find.\""
},
{
"author": ".shadow_7.",
"message": "*Ackee stops camouflaging the rest of her revealing that she lolks entirely autism themed aside from a old scar on her chest*\n\n\"I was sleeping here until I heard you coming\" *She pauses and thinks for a moment* \"Don't worry about me wanting treasure I have all I need already\""
},
{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "\"You should've found some shade though, it's not exactly cool here. It's quite the opposite actually, nice to know you won't take what I find.\"\n\n*Dustmite would say as she moved around and continued to dig in the sand along the river, her claws hitting something sturdy and heavy buried in the sand.*\n\n\"Oop.\""
},
{
"author": ".shadow_7.",
"message": "\"I like laying in the sun honestly\" *She replied as dustmitw began digging. Ackee walked over curiously*\n\n\"Do you need help?\""
},
{
"author": "Dustmite",
"message": "\"Yes please, help me dig it free.\"\n\n*Dustmite would say as she continued to dig, revealing more and more of a large crate.*"
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{
"author": "Khamsin",
"message": "As Khamsin rested in the calm embrace of this borderland oasis, a rare moment of tranquility in a harsh world, his sharp instincts caught wind of an unfamiliar presence nearby. His sand-scaled ears pricked up, swiveling like the radar of a vigilant hawk, keenly attuned to distinguish between the telltale sounds of a dragon and the subtle rustlings of native desert creatures seeking refuge at this precious oasis. He remained perfectly still, the embodiment of patience, as he strained to discern the source of the intruding noise.\n\nWith practiced stealth, Khamsin inched closer to his bag, which held the vital supplies that sustained him throughout his journey. His talons brushed lightly against the small, razor-sharp blade he kept at the ready. He couldn't afford to underestimate any encounter in these unforgiving lands. He was prepared for the possibility that his target, elusive and enigmatic, had led him to this place.\n\nAs the tension in the air thickened, Khamsin cautiously decided to break the silence that hung between them. He knew that it was crucial to convey an air of non-hostility, as he wasn't certain of the stranger's intentions. In a voice that carried no threat, he called out, \"Hello, who might you be?\" The words, spoken in a tone that blended curiosity with politeness, were designed to dispel any tension that might have otherwise lingered. Simultaneously, he was prepared to spring into action if need be, a coiled serpent ready to strike in either defense of himself, or on offense against his possible target."
},
{
"author": "hootofminerva",
"message": "Mb forgot to ping 💀"
},
{
"author": "Iceberg",
"message": "His heart churned as an uncomfortable silence fell. Surely the SandWing would just mind about their day and forget about his talonsteps, which he wished was more stealthy. Flying away wasn't much of an option- his wings ached and his body wished for rest. Plus, he would make easy prey if the SandWing chose to chase him out considering he was larger, primarily by age difference.\n\nAt the voice, he flinched, lowering his neck and raising his head, keeping his tail close to his back ankles. Words were caught on his tongue, though he didn't necessarily *Want* To respond. Yet, it seemed he'd have to, unless he wanted to become some sort of scorpion soup. He shuddered. Stalking into view, his muscles were tense and lips curled, ready to bare his teeth if necessary. Fears daunted on him as he walked forward, wings folded tightly and ready to growl. \n\nUpon witnessing the SandWing, they had become more daunting then before- and wondered if this was a good thing, to reveal himself. *But,* He reasoned, *He wouldn't of said anything if he wanted to kill me.* Even with reason, fear still showed in his expression, jaw clenched as he refused to speak, tail flicking as he stood, in a way paralysed by fear but also uncertainty."
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"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "All the way across the scorching stretch of hot quartz sand on the western coast of the Sand Kingdom, Circini's ship sat patiently docked in a small shipbuilding port town - the houses were constructed of a combination of sun-bleached palm wood and sandstone, with some of the nicer homes taking advantage of imported clays as mortar. The roofs of the buildings were flat, a characteristic sign of locations that received little rainfall - and the streets were sheltered by a cultural norm of outstretching large flag-like strips of cloth that partially overlapped to keep the streets cool during the oppressive heat of the day. Each building had a unique cloth - most as sun-bleached as the some of the wood on the buildings, but if you looked closely, you could see family crests deeply dyed into the fabric. \n\nFor a smaller town, the streets seemed alive with a closely knit community that was openly welcoming of strangers as they were the main source of the town's income seeing as they specialized in building, repairing, and preforming various maintenance tasks and tests on any kind of ship imaginable, which made it the perfect place for Circini to both get his ship looked at - as well as keep the promise he had made to Adenium a few weeks prior - the merchant wasn't the type to forget a promise - especially one as big and potentially lifechanging for the Sandwing he had encountered in the Great Diamond- and with that in mind he waited patiently, even in the heat of the day - his crew was out on the town, but he knew it was important for him to stick around for the arrival of his new companion- even though the town was relatively small- one could very easily get lost in the winding streets and alleys.\n\nThe nightwing himself was laying at the end of the dock in a relaxed manner, staring out at the sea as the waves and tide heaved towards the shore- occasionally the sight of jellyfish floating towards the surface provided a sense of entertainment and wonder - to which he had grabbed one of his many books to flip through the pages in an effort to identify the species as the hot golden rays of sunlight eased the tension beneath his scales in a relaxing cascade of warmth that crawled through his muscles and membranes- the ocean breeze keeping the sun from being unbearable like it was in Possibility. The time was about 3:45 PM - soon the sun would be setting, and he'd get his typical second wind produced by the night- though if Adenium didn't show the evening would probably be rather lonesome for the social butterfly - as he made it a point to stay away from bars more often than not - he simply... Didn't care for the atmosphere."
},
{
"author": "Adenium",
"message": "*Adenium looked at what few empty shelves and cabinets randomly littered the walls of his sandstone abode. Most of his stuff rested heavily in a camelhide rucksack tied against his chest, just below his neck; the rest, in smaller tail satchels. It's wasn't much, really- he didn't keep many possessions. What few books and keepsakes he's managed to gain filled the majority of the bags. The small abode itself- a sandy mess, nothing more than a standalone pile of bricks, built cheaply, bought cheaply- had kind of grown on him. Yet, seeing the already desolate place barren marked a new chapter of his life. With a last look, and a deep breath, he adjusted the bags on his shoulders and ducked into the harsh, beating sun of the day.*\n\n*The section of the village that Adenium's now-deserted home lay in was thickly packed, and full of maze-like walls of homes and markets s close together, it took him nearly 3 minutes just to find a place with enough of a gap in the pale cloth shades to take off, and that in itself was a chore.*\n\n*From the sky, it wasn't hard to see the Cardinal, and the rickety docks it so towered above. Not much cargo came in and out, as told by the distant specks of black wandering among them. This village was no major trade hub, and was largely self-sufficient based on the trustless nature the locals seemed to take on. As he approached, this became ever clearer- the village down below a collection of cubes, a mural of faded tapestries above and vibrant fruits and fabrics sold below. Every experienced Sandwing seemed content to stick to their own path, as if being within a scavenger's distance to one another were a sin.*\n\n*The sand blew gently away from the beat of his wings as he landed, just beyond the dock's raised ramp. Circini rested just in front of him, beyond the edge of the ramp.*"
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "The ocean was calm as water audibly sloshed back and forth - small reddish orange jellyfish bobbing up and down along the pristine waves that broke the stillness of the sea - Circini was so transfixed by them he seemed to jolt to life at the sound of Adenium's cough voice in surprise- almost causing the book on jellyfish to slip between his talons to meet the subject-matter up close - but he caught it just before it could make it's plunge into the briny surface below with a relieved sigh before he turned to Adenium with an excited smile on his face that betrayed the expected norm of a Nightwing as physically imposing as he could have been. \"Adenium! It's good to see you again!\" He almost seemed to skip up to the Sandwing- talons outstretched to help his new friend but minded Aden's preference for personal space and pulled his arm back apprehensively - which interfered with his desire to help carry some of the things Adenium had brought with him. \"Well of course I'd be here- I'm not one to go back on my word, especially after making bold promises like that- not to mention- the thought of a hopeless expression painting your face if I *Weren't* Here, well- it broke my heart... But- that being said I'm glad you *Are* Here! Mind if I help you with your things?\" He beckoned for Adenium to follow him onboard the almost empty ship aside from a few crew members that lazily hung around sunbathing on the deck instead of going out to socialize somewhere.\n\n\"I take it you didn't have any troubles on your way here, did you? Sometimes the flight across the scorching stretch can be dangerous if you aren't careful.\" He led Adenium through the ship- the vessel naturally rising and falling with the sea as they made their way down the stairs and down the hall once more - the place which was once bustling with life was quiet, but not unnervingly so - like the quiet one would find in a field in the countryside on a hot summer's day- as there were clear signs of life sprinkled here and there in an almost reassuring manner in the form of various belongings and a familiar deck of cards neatly packed into their worn box resting on a barrel that made a makeshift table. \"I've been really eager for your arrival- I'm... Excited about your future here. I know you must have faced various difficulties - to which I won't pry of course... But hopefully now you can put all of those things behind you completely.\" The tone of his voice sounded genuinely filled with anticipation as he led Aden to a door with a placeholder name plate with Adenium's name carefully scrawled into the surface. \"You're welcome to change that any time- I just perhaps got a little ahead of myself - though I suppose that might not be apparent completely until we step inside.\"\n\nCircini opened the door, revealing a spacious - but mostly plain looking room with a dresser, table, writing supplies, bed and an empty shelf- upon the table was an envelope with 'Welcome' written on it which seemed almost bursting it was so full - the familiar outline of scales (currency) poking through the paper. Circini walked in first, mindful of Aden's skeptical nature when he was on the ship last time- it was a gesture to ensure he knew he had nothing to worry about- though he used his tail to keep the door pressed open and from shutting on itself. \"Welcome to your personal quarters! I would've done more- but I wasn't really sure what color you preferred, so I settled on just giving you a standard white blanket for now-\" When Adenium's eyes drifted to the envelope, Circini quickly spoke up. \"Oh! That's your sign-on bonus- 1,500 scales - should be enough to help you buy anything extra you might want for you room- though anything already present on the ship is free for you to use at any time. Please- make yourself at home- If you'd like for me to step out for a moment while you settle in, I'll happily oblige... Any comments, questions or concerns about the room?\" Despite no longer being outside, it was apparent Cicini was gleaming with pride - not for himself, but for Adenium- it was hard not to be proud of him, even if he was just an acquaintance to Circini - it took guts to take such a big step away from a life Adenium had before."
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{
"author": "Adenium",
"message": "*A small, stupid grin took upon Adenium's face as Circini jumped upon noticing his presence, nearly dropping a leather book from between his talons into the coastal seaweeds below. A smile that struck Adenium as uncharacteristic grew across Circini's face, who immediately launched into the pleasantries. Adenium declined Circini's offer to take his bags with a slight drop of his head, taking that small enough of step back to the get point across. It was, quite literally, all he had. He'd rather get to know Circini a bit more personally anyways- he's hardly spoken outside of the ship tours, in a less professional setting. Regardless, it irked him the wrong way, but the gratitude of Circini still shined through.*\n\n*The top deck was significantly less busy than it had been back at the Nightwing port; with more room and less cargo to see, the ship's top deck somehow seemed even more wide- probably twice his wingspan, if he had to guess. A few crewmembers- largely Nightwings, of course- lay upon the deck, clearly taking advantage of the eternal Sand Kingdom sun.*\n*As they made their way back down the stairs, Adenium had to stop himself from laughing a bit at Circini's comment informing him if just how dangerous the area could be- hilariously ironic, considering Circini was the visitor in this occasion. With that same, slight grin, he answered, slightly sarcastically,* \"No, no problems getting over here. I had *No idea* It could be so dangerous!\" *Circini continued on that vocal escapade of his, always the charismatic voice Adenium had found him to be- but it actually struck a chord to a degree. Circini was quick to pick up on who he was- surprisingly quick. That information was stored in the back of his mind, and feasted on readily by whatever little mental medium kept him so suspicious.*\n\n*Tapping and the distant sound of soft Summer waves lapping against the hull.* \n\n*They'd finally came up to the first empty room Adenium had seen on the little tour Circini had provided a few weeks ago. Circini stepped beyond the door, waiting for Adenium to trot inside.*\n\n*It was furnished more heavily this time- the lone bookshelves on the wall was joined by a simple dresser of matching wood, with both doors left equally ajar. There was l ready some gear of the signature midnight blues and tans hung on the small racks inside.*\n\n*The room itself was decently larger than the sandstone shack he'd come from, with enough room to nearly match his wingspan. A half-glance back to Circini made it clear just how proud of the accommodations he was. Adenium made the mental note that Circini wore his emotions on his figurative sleeve.*\n\n*Another, final glance towards the left side of the room actually shocked him for a second; his eyes locked with the envelope, marked 'welcome' in a calligraphic handwriting much more formal than his own. The shape of scales pressed against the paper; couldn't have been any less than 1k, but any amount made him happy, really; he wasn't expecting hardly anything at all. It'd be more than enough to furnish the room.*\n\n*Ironically, the thing that excited Adenium the most wasn't the scales, but the bed. He felt that little smile creep onto his face again. The place he'd be leaving behind left beds almost solely to the most expensive and exclusive of caravanserai, considering just how sandy everything was- hell, he'd begrudgingly slept on a shoddily-woven hammock for as long as he could remember, under the circumstances that it 'was better than the floor', to quote his father. Ugh.*\n\n*He turned back towards Circini.* \"Wow...\" *He said, a talon running along the length of his arm.* \"That's... Great, really. Even spelled my name right on the metal thingy-!\" *He joked, rapping the back of his claws against the nameplate.* \"I mean, really, it's perfect. You didn't have to-\" *He cut himself off. Too informal, he thought. Still haven't spoken to this Nightwing outside of a work setting. He cleared his throat, and his voice returned to that usual, slightly gritty tone. His best formal voice was out on.* \"Really. I appreciate it, it's more than enough space for everything I'd need.\" *He cocked his to the side a bit, and he squinted as if thinking. Following a brief moment of silence between them, he asked,* \"Is this something you do for all crew members? It seems excessive, almost. You're got a lot of work on your plate.\""
},
{
"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "Circini playfully rolled his eyes with a grin at Adenium's sarcastic comment regarding the safety of the area, clearly, he didn't seem to mind a more lighthearted nature to conversation on or off the job.\n\nHe chuckled at the thought he had done well in spelling Adenium's name- \"Of course it's great! Only the finest for my employees and friends.\" The merchant nightwing humbly nodded as if to wordlessly say Adenium was very welcome. \"I have so much space - almost a few square meters too many than I know what to do with - and if it's more space than you need, then it should be just perfect for whatever you might *Want*.\" He said with a cheerful close-eye smile- only opening his eyes when Aden prompted the question about doing this for all of the crew. \"Well- certainly, I make it a point to have a personal relationship with all of the crew, first impressions for people as well as places is important... It's important the foundation for the memories held here are pleasant ones-\" His voice seemed to trail off with a somber sense of sorrow, his eyes slowly turning to avoid eye contact with Aden for the first time- though it wasn't that his words weren't genuine, rather- there seemed to be something beneath the surface that must've made him function in the ways he did- though for the sake of not bringing the mood down, and the fact he was relatively secretive about his past beyond surface-level information, he simply filed the empty silence with an awkward chuckle.\n\n\"W-well that's not to say I don't go out of my way to make the experience unique for everyone- authentic interactions are born from a sort of spontaneous nature, carefully curated with forethought, but not so much you're meticulous about it to the point you're following a script.\" His typical smile popped back onto his face as he continued to explain himself a bit further. \"The truth of the matter is once you've gotten where I am now- you don't actually have a lot to do besides filling out paperwork- and even that doesn't take very long once you've got it down to a science- I like to feel like I'm actually contributing something to this place- besides money, rooms, jobs - it's important to fil my time with my work on the same level of my crew.\" \n\nCircini looked like something was starting to bother him . . . His smile fading from his face once again and an ear flicking in an anxious manner at a sound that probably should've been familiar- a dragon landing on the deck above. \"Forgive me, but I think I have to go- please stay here- er- I mean you can go wherever you like, but...\" He couldn't seem to come up with an excuse or a set of stipulations in the heat of the moment, the silence was deafening as he turned and walked out in a hastened manner, turning towards the direction of the stairwell they had come from before. Whatever was happening, it seemed to be stirred on by the sound from before - one that was loud enough to pierce the otherwise soundproof walls Circini had eagerly boasted about before.\n\nOnce the nightwing made it to the deck - it became clearer what had happened, and judging by his reaction- it had happened before- leaning against the center mast was a tall sandwing covered in scars, tattoos, and donning a multitude of piercings across his face - any crew that had be present onboard the ship had seemed to have conveniently 'fallen asleep' - \n\nShould Adenium have followed- be it out of worry for himself, Circini, or even curiosity- to Aden- this Sandwing was equally a familiar sight as it seemed to be for Circini- one of the leaders of the gang that held domain, and collected 'taxes' from the bandits and killers in the scorpion den, his name was Gila - and upon seeing Circini, a terribly vile, predatory grin crept across his face as the sound of a voice more rugged than the Scorpion Den itself spoke to the otherwise, unassumingly innocent Nightwing. \"Well well well... If it ain't 'Slithroat Circini' - can't say I'm surprised given the -\" The sandwing gestured around the ship, as he walked forward- causing Circini to tense up... It seemed these two had history with each other, the way they looked at each other told\n\nMore than the words of a novel could've hoped to spell out as the sandwing continued. \"Well- the *Everything*, you always were a little *Extra*... You know why I'm here, boy- you got one of mine, figured he could scrounge his stuff and slip out without me noticin em leaving.\" A halfhearted, manipulative face of grief washed over the sandwing. \"It's a shame when someone thinks they can leave my little family, but I think it's even worse when they think they're doin any better comin to *You*- let me guess, you played your part of the rich nice-guy, offered him a job- and he bought the fabricated facade you sell to your coworkers, customers, n crew alike. Think you've really outrun the things you've done to get yourself here- trying to make amends by 'being a better dragon', but we both know you ain't changed since you were mine.\" Circini didn't respond, almost as if listening to him would be enough to make him go away- vanish into thin air like a phantom, an apparition- but this ghostly, malevolent figure was very much alive. \n\nHis head craned to the right, peering towards the stairwell- almost seeming to know Aden was there based on instinct alone. \"You can come on out, Adenium- don'tcha want to meet yer new boss? Know who he *Really* Is?\""
},
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"author": "Adenium",
"message": "*Adenium's ears perked to match Circini's as the unusually heavy thump against the mast above rocked the ship. The hasty response from Circini was just enough to give Adenium clear insight into just how big of a deal this was; if someone as businesslike as Circini found it important to hurry, then something was clearly wrong.*\n\n*As the Nightwing politely shoved himself between Adenium and the wall to make his hurried scuttle to the stairwell, Adenium resisted the urge to ask what was wrong. Instead, as soon as the Nightwing's tail had disappeared from sight, just above the metal beam lining the edge of the stairwell, Adenium followed carefully- not up the stairs, but just below, just loud enough to pick up on a faint voice:* \"-one of mine, figured he'd scrounge up his stuff and slip out without me noticin' 'em leaving.\"\n\n*The heaviest mental groan Adenium had ever experienced washed over his head. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. Gila.*\n\n*He'd worked with Gila before, while he was still in the bounty business. Gila was a less-than-honorable client, but he paid well. The guy was a total fuckhead- he got his way through brute force and brute force alone. The guy ran the town like a mafia boss. Members tied to him by the theeat of death were sent off on the towns to pick up whatever scales most had scrounged up, giving the promise of 'protection'- from them, Adenium thought snarkily.*\n\n*Adenium had been tied to Gila for a while now- he's been sent to take in a few dragons that'd escaped him. It wasn't often Adenium actually did, though- Gila's only question of proof that the dragon was that he bring one of their scales back. Again, brutish, not the brightest.*\n\n*More times than not, he'd confront whoever he was sent to deal with, tell them the deal, and knife a scale off of em'- better than death, he'd reason. They'd all done their fair share in keeping themselves as far from Gila as possible, considering Gila was willing to kill them himself were this Adenium to fail, so it wasn't out of his way to assume one of them got sloppy, and Aden was on the hook for it.*\n\n*But, no- in an ironically lucky for him, Gila must've just assumed Adenium was trying to bail on being tied to him, maybe going to find some authorities. Adenium was stuck between a rock and a hard place here.*\n\n*Gila's final comment didn't give Adenium much wiggle room- Gila knew he was here, and Adenium wasn't about to leave Circini on the deck alone. As far as he was concerned- despite Gila's rant about Circini, and the slightly odd vibes Circini seemed to put out- Adenium wasn't looking forward to seeing his blood drip between the deck's boards. He heaved a small sigh, turning to face the metal bar, disregarding the stairs as too slow a way to get up there. He leapt slightly, gripping the beam with his talons, and pulled himself up with a small flap from his wings.*"
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"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "Circini turned his face away from Adenium - he could feel what was coming next more than a nightwing with the strongest prophecy powers ever could've anticipated - with Gila you paid in one of three ways, scales, your life... Or with enough embarrassment the scandal from it would ruin the rest of your miserable life for crossing the sandwing criminal's path- Circini hadn't told *Anyone* What he assumed was about to be revealed, it was something he sank the bulk of his wealth into when he was first able to get off of his feet - he wanted to bury those memories, those experiences, those actions... Deeper than the bodies of those he had ripped normalcy from- to himself, he was no saint- he was a sinner of the highest order, an irredeemable monster who sought salvation through helping those far less fortunate than had become, but his path to success was paved in bones- and that wasn't something he wanted for anyone else. \n\nCircini could feel his heart sink into his stomach - he knew Adenium would never see him the same- perhaps he'd turn his back on working here altogether- maybe he'd tell the whole crew, and that was probably what Gila was hoping for- the sandwing wanted him to squirm for leaving him in squalor while he ascended to be a wealthy businessman - and the best way to kill someone who was probably already wishing for death- was to tear apart their reputation, and the image they had built for themselves with the thought they'd be free from the past they were shackled too.\n\nGila smiled as Adenium made himself formally known- his voice never a clear indicator of his intentions, Adenium had watched him peel the scales of a dragon one by one after Gila had showered the victim with compliments and reassurance. \"I have every reason under the desert sun to be here... You were gonna leave me high n'dry- can't leave my little family unless it's under a few hundred pounds of sand... C'mon, don't tell me *You* Of all dragons forgot that.\" He paced closer- Adenium could feel Circini' trembling, his pupils were pinpricks - focused, or maybe lost in a memory as he stepped back, causing Gila's face to fill with utter glee at the power just his presence alone held over Circini as Gila continued. \"I was gonna come here, maybe knock a few heads- give you an ultimatum, come back with me- or die... I'm sure you might've convinced yourself this is a two on one - but that's far from the truth, I never leave without my entourage, n'good luck spotting em- try something and they'll take your head clean off your shoulders, and I don't think that'd be fun for any of us, ain't that right *Circy*~\" His gaze shifted over to the silent nightwing.\n\n\"Long time no see- didja miss me?~ Well- I missed you, Circini.\" He circled the two like a shark, pressing his weight into each step he took and causing the floorboards to occasionally let out an uncomfortable squeak. \"The deal we had- the riches we made... If you just stuck with the program, we'd be *Both* Be living high'n mighty- not just *You*.\" Gila scoffed before continuing. \"And you used to say you loved me- huh... Funny how hollow those words rang out the minute you could stand on your own four legs without me...\" Gila glared harshly at Circini at the remark that pinned the two to be exes of some kind- and Gila was certainly an interesting ex to have *Lived* Through the fallout of.\n\nGila approached Adenium from behind, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck like the two of them were best friends. \"Back in the day, me n your new boss were smitten- I'd like to talk poorly of ole Circ's business habits, but he's always had a keen awareness on the simple principle of supply and demand... And the fact that if something exists...\" He chortled happily, getting in Adeniums 'face, his breath reeking of smokeberries and cheap liquor. \"You best believe there's a market for it, boy.\" He pushed Adenium away as he continued walking back around to Circini who stared down at the floor rather than up at Gila, to which Gila grabbed his chin and forced Circini to look him in the eyes. \"You don't like telling the story of how you got this pretty boat, do you?~ Say you got it off of the generosity of an Icewing noble, but that's only *Half* The story- everyone knows Icewing nobility don't deal with Nightwings unless there's a good reason- and oh you had a good reason.\" Gila grabbed Circini's snout- making the once physically imposing Nightwing appear meek, weak, and defenseless as he used a talon to pull up Circini's lips to reveal his teeth. \"See... Circni here... Was a special kind of vendor... No one had the guts to do what he did, no- not since the experiments the Night Kingdom used to conduct on them Rainwings all them centuries ago-\" Circini turned his head, ever silent as he pulled his snout from Gila's claws- Gila only smirking in response. \"Icewings love their little feuds n'wars- and the noble Circini got this pretty ship from was no different than the rest of em nobles - he wanted power, he wanted... Weapons, and what's the most potent weapon possessed by any dragons? Ding ding ding! That's right! Rainwing venom- not just Rainwing venom, but sometimes the Rainwings that came with it- and other times... Just the venom.\" Gila's face twisted into a nasty grin as he stepped back.\n\nTrigger Warning, accounts of torture, violence, and other unsavory topics\n\nGila sighed in frustration - rubbing his own face as he started to walk away. \"Well... What do yah think? Still wanna stand next to that murderer? Oh and I ain't talking to *You*, Circini-\" That gross grin came back to Gila's face as he looked at the utterly defeated Circini- who had essentially become catatonic over the course of Gila's speech - he was in shock, withdrawn, his expression cold, almost lifeless- and his scales were pale despite his body being almost entirely black - he couldn't stand to look anyone in the eyes- let alone Adenium- Circini was utterly unresponsive, only digging his talons into the wood beneath him as hot tears boiled over in his eyes, but as he cried he didn't make a sound- Gilas just ate it up, utterly enjoying every second of Circini's humiliation, and eager to see - or rather hear what Adenium had to say about all of this. \"Now- I know you might wanna kill em just as much as me now... He's *Sick* He ain't no merchant with a heart of gold - he's a monster- but if you kill em, we'll both be in big trouble... So if you want, you can just come on back with me and leave him behind- better yet, when his crew wakes up- tell all of em, let them all turn on him like a pack of scavengers - serves em right for what he did to *Me*.\""
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"author": "Adenium",
"message": "*Adenium didn't know if it was the adrenaline rush or the suddenness of it- or both- but time seemed to come to a grinding halt as Circini's talons raked across Gila's face with a precision Adenium didn't know he harbored. It seemed so out of the blue, considering Circini was a shivering mess just moments earlier- that must've had a lot of weight in it. In a familiarly gory sight, Gila's dark eye, now a deflated, bloodied mess tangled in optic nerves, smacked and rolled across the floorboards, settling just in front of Adenium. Slowly, Gila took a step back, the delayed reaction of pain giving him but a moment to process what had just happened.*\n\n*When time seemed to resume, it all became so sudden. Gila's ugly holler into the sky, as if the sun itself did this, seemingly summoned a small wave of Sandwings, who came clambering over the side of the bowing ship. Adenium's intuition screamed for him to take the chance to tackle the dragon while he can, but something stopped him. It might have been the fact that he's seen the triangle-pattered Sandwing before, during a distant meeting with Gila; Adenium remembers the almost embarrassed expression adorning the Sandwing's face when he was addressed by Gila, as though simply being there was a horrible crime. It might have been that he wore the same expression now, as he climbed up the side of the ship, though... He'd gained a scar across his maw.*"
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"author": "driestpuddle",
"message": "Autocorrect, you're killing me man"
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"author": "Adenium",
"message": "*Gila's stun was already wavering, and Circini just kinda stood there, watching the blood drip between his dark talons, as though he'd betrayed himself. Adenium didn't have the time to process what just happened; he moved forward by instinct, he jumped into the air by instinct, he dived toward Gila's bloodied eye by instinct. But the calculated grip of what was left of Gila's eye socket? That was experience- practiced and calculated experience in coordination with the adrenaline-fueled focus that overtook Adenium. The muscle memory of tens of dragons taken down from the air equipped him with the rough ability that let him pull back Gila's neck, and scramble for an easy stab of his hard into Gila's underbelly- it rather lodged into his neck, his hulking size not allowing for much of an impact.*\n\n*Gila's neck dipped as his talons scraped the back of his neck, catching Adenium square in the chest. His struggle for flight only garnered him a sideways landing on Gila's eyesless side, smacking his head against the newly bloodied boards. Hai shock stunned Adenium's mind for a moment, and for some reason his thoughts strayed to the waves just over the short railing of the boat. As a dragonet, he'd used fly out to the sandbar with his siblings...*"
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"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "With Adenium wounded and a newfound sense of resolve, Circini leapt forward towards Gila, pouncing on him with the force of a lion on a water buffalo as he slammed the tyrant to the deck with his good eye pressed against the floorboards- Gila's barbed tail thrashed about, but Circini was quick to prevent that from being a problem be preemptively stepping on it- Gila hissed in pain, rage, and desperation as Circini did something rather- cruel- though it was clear this must've been a long-time coming as he pressed his thumb into empty socket of Gila's skull- the Sandwing writhed and cried in pain - as for the first time Circini felt like *He* Was in control - despite the suffering Gila had inflicted upon in - despite the suffering the two of them had inflicted upon others together - and perhaps with a tinge of the dragon he had aspired to be still in his heart he spoke to Gila in the only state the dragon would've ever listened to the orders of anyone else. \"I want you to leave... Leave and *Never* Come back. If I see your empty socket on my ship again, I swear on all three moons, I'll do what I should've done a *Long* Time ago... I gave myself a chance- a chance to move one from the dragon I used to be- so I'm giving you a chance too- a chance to change. A cruel, nasty, and horrible as you can be- I can't bring myself to kill you right now.\" \n\nCircini got off of Gila, whose body was basically limo as he breathed heavily somewhat still in a state of shock as Circini wearily approached Adenium with a sense of hesitation- the harsh scowl on his face he had used on Gila faded back to a gentle, worried expression as he waited for Adenium's permission to approach any closer- he'd understand if he didn't want Circini anywhere near him anymore- as much even the thought of that plucked the strings of his soul so hard it felt the strings would snap. \"Adenium, are you...\"\n\nHe looked over the wound- \"Look, I know - I know - you're probably having some conflicting feelings about me right now- but- please...\" He extended a talon to help Adenium up. \"Please let me help you- even if you wish to never see me again after this...\" \n\nGila slowly got up- snarled at Circini - but didn't speak a word as he took off - supposed back to the Scorpion Den based on the direction... Who knows if this would be the last time they'd see him- but something told Adenium he would be a problem anymore- at least for them. \n\nShould Adenium accept his talon, Circini would hoist Adenium up and let him wrap his arm around his neck as he walked Adenium back below the ship with haste- but not enough to worsen the bleeding as he reached a talon around and applied pressure to the wound- it sure stung like hell, but at least Adenium wouldn't be bleeding out...\n\nCircini remained silent throughout the duration of the trip to sparsely used medical bay before setting Aden down on what looked vaguely like a chair you'd see in a doctor's office. The nightwing rushed through the cabinets, pushing bottles filled with medicine aside with so much panic a stray bottle slipped from the shelf and crashed against the floor - spilling a viscous fluid all over the floor - but Circini didn't bat an eye over it as he assembled a need, stitching thread, an antiseptic, and a coagulant. He quickly moved them over to the table next to Adenium and applied the plant-based antiseptic to a cloth and wiped the wound down, his talons were shaking the whole time- a mix of the fear of rejection and the fear Adenium's life might've been in serious trouble. \"\n\nI-I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't make myself more useful- I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was...\" Once the wound was cleaned up, he prepared the needle and thread, and took a deep breath to calm his hands as he worked carefully to stitch the wound shut little by little, tying the ends of each stitch off with a knot as he kept talking. \"I'm a devil- I'm a coward, I sh-should've just turned myself in- or never did it in the first place- It's- just a lot- a lot to explain- I promise I'm not like that anymore, I swear it!\" He carefully finished up the stitching - applying a thin coating of coagulant to some bandages and wrapping Adenium up. He took a deep breath- trying to calm himself as his voice became surer as it had been before the encounter with Gila. \"I know what I did was wrong... It was evil... I understand if you wish to turn me in, or hell- you may kill me if you wish- perhaps it's what I deserve anyways. You can leave- but please- don't go back to the Scorpion Den- *Please* Forge that better life for yourself, even if I cannot be a part of it any longer.\" Once he finished wrapping up the bandages, he took a few steps back and just collapsed with his back against the wall- rubbing his face and trying to be a big-dragon and not cry over the matter."
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"author": "Adenium",
"message": "*The dark blood dripping along the ridge of the arm he held against the wound was blurry to Adenium's eyes. Be it the fight-or-slight beginning to lose its sharper edge, but he could hardly prop himself up upon an elbow. Muted words fluttered in from before him, seemingly spelling themselves out upon the splintered floorboards. The blob that he supposed was Gila huffed, turned tail, and flew off; the ironic size difference between the victorious Circini and the half-blind Gila couldn't have been more evident. There was an odd gap of time, and suddenly, a huffing Circini stood in front of him, the cleaner of his talons extended. Aside from a pained seethe, Adenium didn't give Circini the luxury of a response. Rather, he took the extended talons- not because he chose to, but because he didn't have much of an option. Circini propped Adenium's good arm over the back of his neck, avoiding the raised spikes along his back- Adenium could still feel how shaky Circini still was- and began to trudge him back under the deck.*\n\n*The carpet stained red. There were no crew members to help Circini with the chore of aiding Adenium to the off-white room across the ship; most were still up on the deck, 'sleeping'.*\n\n*The room itself clearly didn't see much use. Aside from the obviously yellowing of the paint on the walls, Adenium uselessly reasoned from his cushioned chair, there was dust on the countertops. He could see it billow just along the edge as Circini overdramatically pushed what few items- mostly papers, a few bottles- still cluttered the countertop out of the way, with many crashing against the floor. He instead slapped a needle, thread, and a couple of bottles of some unrecognizable goop that clearly came from the Rainwing kingdom on it instead. Circini's determination to suture the wound further confused Adenium. Had he just been left to die, Adenium, now an auditory witness to Circini's crimes, would be out of Circini's spikes, without Circini being held liable*\n\n*Whatsoever. Yet here he was, thought Adenium's cluttered mind, already trying to steady the shaking hand that'll be clearing up the wound.*\n\n*He suffered through it with a clenched fist and breathing through further clenched teeth. It wasn't the worst wound he'd experienced, by far, but it was one of the few along the sensitive skin of his underbelly, and he flinched away from Circini's every touch as though he expected Circini to suddenly take his claws along the wound. By the time Circini had begun to wrap a bandage just along the line of the cut, coming around between his wings and over his sail, Adenium had lost enough blood to feel lightheaded, odd. When Circini stepped back from him, though, he stood back up, and cleared his throat.*"
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"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "The shaken Nightwing - talons covered in the blood of a friend he figured he'd lose - simply listened in silence at Adenium's questions, and criticisms. He deserved every word of it- and *So* Much worse for what he had done... A look of grief and strife washed over his face, it was evident he had cried- and cried more than he had tears. As much as he wished he could tell a clever lie to get out of this- the feeling of being judged for his crimes for the first time, even if it weren't before a judge, or a court... But no matter how much he wished - and no matter how much a part of him whispered in his ear that it might even work given Adenium's current state from blood loss- he knew he had to tell the truth- he had to face whatever consequences telling the truth to Adenium would have, if was his duty as the judge, jury, and executioner of so many Rainwings- to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth- so help him moons.\n\nWith a moment of uncomfortable delay, Circini let out another sigh, his talons held together with enough strength to crush a scavenger to mince. \"Yes... It was true... Every. Single Word... You don't have to believe me- perhaps you've already made up your mind, and I accept that- whether you leave and tell the authorities or not, I refuse to regret saving *Your* Life when I've stolen so... So many...\" He held his head down in shame, another pause as he gulped in his chest before continuing. \"Yes, not a single member of my crew knows the truth about me- not a single benefactor, business partner, acquaintance, close friend... Only *You* Know the truth. I admit my wrongdoing- though that is not atonement, nor justification for it. But know this- even if you don't believe me, I would *Never* In a million moon cycles lay a talon on a *Single* Member of my crew, Adenium. They mean everything to me- and even now- as you lay in my medical bay, a bleeding liability- the same holds true for you. I never planned on hurting you- I never planned on hurting anyone- no... Never again.\"\n\nHe inched back a bit- averting his eyes from Adenium's gaze in raw guilt for a split-second, but was able to meet them before they closed again. \"In a world saturated with evil- I had to become evil- a greater evil than that which surrounded me, to bring about any glimmer of hope beyond a smile to the customer... I always wanted to help people, that was true... I tried, three moons I *Tried*, Adenium.\" His face and voice were strained as he looked at his blood-covered talons. \"But I could never be more than a vendor- I could never be more than a salesman- I could never be more than surviving- and while it might be true for some... Surviving was never good enough for me, I hated living every day knowing someone was suffering, a dragonet going hungry in the cold, library scrolls lost to time through decay or fire, blood spilt over trivial things like gold - and worst of all, I hated the fact that there were dragons... Like you, that had to make ends meet through a career in death itself. I met good dragons- good dragons that killed for a living... I understood it wasn't what they wanted to do with their lives- they had no choice- the royals are complacent in the suffering of their lower-class citizens. I attended so many meetings- and all I ever got was 'What can be done about it?' or 'They're poor because they're *Lazy*.' no one - *No one* Wanted to hear- wanted to help- and it drove me mad- If the rich and famous wouldn't lift a talon- I had to become strong enough to do it *For* Them. I had to cover my talons in blood, so no one had to do it ever again- unless it was taking my head for what I've done.\"\n\nHe rested his face in his talons- trying to ignore the scent of copper that oozed from crimson beads and streams - his voice sounded like he was going to burst into tears again any moment. \"You really think I *Enjoyed* Doing it? You think I enjoyed taking the lives of other dragons? I had never hit another dragon- let alone... Killed one. I tried to make it painless- I devised devices not of torture, but ones to painlessly - take their lives... I hated every second of it... I quit nearly every time, but Gila roped me back in every time- he said, 'I had already come too far to quit now' - or maybe it was 'We're making too much money to stop now'?\" He chuckled at the absurdity of it. \"Believe it or not- he wasn't always the monster you saw back there... He has a story perhaps most tragic of any I've come across- and in truth, I'm probably the *Only* Dragon under the sun that knows a single word of it.\" \n\nCircini stood up and walked to the door- but stopped and turned one last time, his head still hung in sorrow. \"Every night- I see their faces... The Rainwings I killed- I remembered every face... Every name... Every story. The entire time I did it- I had to distract myself with the idea that- once I had killed enough, I could be *Free*- I could help anyone I wanted. I could fill pockets with more scales than they could hold- and those pockets would never be mine. Not once have I truly profited off of killing- Every. Single Scale... Outside of keeping me alive, goes to my crew, orphanages, homeless shelters, hospitals, pantries, and the education of young dragons in the Scorpion Den so they can reach for the better life many never had the ability to- not because I fear what they would become- but because I fear what the world would do *Too* Them...\"\n\nWith that he left to wash his talons and tend to the dragons on-board the ship who had been sedated rather than *Killed*- he woke them up, treated any wounds- though none were half as terrible as Adenium's - and fed them a made-up story, to which they eagerly accepted - and were only glad to see their good captain alive as well as each other. When he finally returned, he came back with a clean blanket- and threw it over Adenium while he rested- the day went on- occasionally he checked Adenium's vitals to ensure he was still alive, even applying a numbing agent around the wound with a glass needle and syringe so the sandwing wouldn't wake up with pain - In the moments between caring for Aden and trying to sleep - as the situation had utterly exhausted him, he pondered what the sandwing would do with him when he was well enough to leave, would he ever see him again? He chuckled to himself- no- probably never again... A sentiment that stung more than perhaps it should have- it almost angered him at the thought of losing what was essentially just a stranger- perhaps he was losing his mind- perhaps he'd fit in just swell in a prison block- but with his crimes, he figured he'd get nothing short of execution, but for some reason- that didn't really bother him- not as much as never seeing this sandwing- who would probably be the one to make the call to drop the ax on his neck. It was funny how such things worked, he thought."
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"author": "driestpuddle",
"message": "NO. I WILL GET ACROSS THAT THIS IS A GENUINELY FUN USE OF MY TIME, BUT DUE TO TIME CONSTRAINTS AND SOCIAL DRAMA, I CAN ONLY GET ON AT CERTAIN TIMES. AAAAA THIS IS TOO GOOD AND I STRUGGLE TO EXPRESS THAT IN WORDS"
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"author": "Adenium",
"message": "*His head throbbed. It throbbed as though the moons themselves had fallen on it; picking his stiff neck up from the pillow it had been placed upon felt like a chore. He had to blink a few times for his eyesight to return from the blur it was previously, and the blobs slowly took form until he could lay eyes on his own talons again.*\n\n*He was back in 'his' barren room. His bag, that he had haphazardly tossed on the mattress he so adored, had been hung in the dresser. He now occupied the bed, in a position as if he'd curled himself up. He never knew he slept like that, considering he'd slept in a significantly more uncomfortable cot the years prior. Someone had carried him there at some point after he was patched up in the medical bay.*\n\nSpeaking of which, *He thought, pulling the talons he wasn't supporting himself with up to his chest. The bandage had been reapplied at some point while he was unconscious- it was clean. The wound itself stung like hell as he pressed on it, but it was also paired with this strange numbness he didn't quite understand; maybe a numbing agent, like the ones he'd heard of from the rare passerby Rainwings in the Sand Kingdom.*\n\n*He did the same double-check of his passions as he'd have done if he was knocked out in the streets. His tail satchels, as some point, had been taken off of his and now lay on the nightstand. They were closed, and the imprint of their contents still pressed against their sides. His left ear flicked, confirming the two earring he never took off hadn't been swiped; they weren't expensive, but they were light and easily takable. Besides, they held a lot of sentimental value.*\n\n*Outside; his only indicator, as told by his perked ears, was the waves lapping against the hull. They had stopped sounding like jeers, which was probably just a figment of his prior indignation- but they were louder, front-centric. The ship had left port at some point, and he could only assume it were on the trek to the next place to pick up and drop off cargo. His eyes grazed over the still-unopened envelope enscrawled with the formal 'Welcome'.* Right... *He thought.* Circini. *His thoughts on the midnight dragon seemed just as confused as they were prior.*\n\n*The hall hadn't gained any crew members since they last left, Adenium gathered- it was still just as unpopulated as it was prior. He could tell, between the cracks in the floorboards above and the stairwell far behind the hall, that it was night- the night just after or a week later, he couldn't tell. The carpet still had small red marks of what he assumed was his blood along them, but they'd been hastily cleaned by some random employee.*\n\n*It became clear where the remaining staff had been as he reached the stairwell up to the top deck- many were sitting at the makeshift tables and barrels, playing quiet games of cards or dice. The smell of cheap liquor hung in the air. As if by queue, many of them paused for a moment to shoot a strange not at Adenium, but at the bandage wrapped between his wings and under his stomach- as if whatever bullshit story Circini fed to then made this seem all the more severe, or that he probably shouldn't be up and walking quite yet- maybe both. Adenium, still strangely fuzzy, made his way up to the top deck to get his bearings, maybe lay down for a moment.*\n\n*The bleached wood had already been repaired where he was thrown into it, and where Circini had dug his claws into it; whatever they'd used to fill it in left an unnatural white mark in the otherwise tan wood, permanently embedding the fight's scars into the ship.*\n\n*A quick glance out revealed that the ship was, in fact, out at sea by this point- the only light Adenium has to work with was the moons and their plentiful stars in the sky. It had to be about 1 in the morning, he reasoned.*"
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"author": "Adenium",
"message": "*After a moment of straightening his thoughts, just as they were beginning to reach the turn towards the surprisingly expansive dining room, Adenium spoke. After that intrusive thought, he tried to avoid looking at Circini directly, if just for a moment.* \"I never knew Gila like you did, really... I mean, I knew him the past few years, and he's been... To be blunt, a *Dick*. You, uh... Know what he's been doing the last couple years, right? Moons, he's not the most savory of dragons, at least of late. He wouldn't match you at all.\" *They'd moved over to the dining hall. It had been used at one point while he was asleep, so the lanterns flicked much dimmer over the unset tables- it was less of an eerie lighting, and more of a... Natural, warm light, compared to the cold blue of tonight's moon. A stolen glance at Circini showed that really any light looked like the correct light for a Nightwing with his scale color. Still trying to get that sudden intrusive thought out of his head. Ugh.*\n\n*A suitably weak laugh.*"
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"author": "Circini | The Guiding Compass",
"message": "Despite being exhausted, the sandwing merchant kept his cheerful demeanor, though it was hard to ignore the swelling beneath his eyes and the occasional moment he'd rub them while he spoke. \"We have almost anything you could imagine- particularly thanks to the diversity of our crew... At the start of each quarter, I ask the different dragons onboard what their favorite meals are- or what sounds good so I can make sure we have something in-stock for everyone...\" He paused his tired eyes squinting as if he was trying to form a coherent thought as his train of thought derailed for a moment. \"Oh! And every week you'll be able to try something from someone else's tribe- if you wish of course- It brings the ship closer together, y'know?\" He spoke of bonding over cultural cuisines fondly- and with a soft tone in his voice as he glanced back at Adenium. \"So- we'll certainly have something to your liking in the back, I'm sure of it.\"\n\nThe nightwing seemed to notice Adenium's expressions changing at a glance as he scolded himself for some thought he must've been having- to which Circini couldn't imagine what it was, though he chocked it up to maybe the medicine messing with his head a bit seeing as the side effects were pretty strong, even for those more tolerant of them - he was just pleased Adenium wasn't one of the rare cases where a dragon would have an allergic reaction to it. \n\nCircini responded to Adenium as he prepared his food in the oven closest to the table Adenium could've posted himself at- he... Understood that the sandwing might not trust him very well... Not anymore- so it was crucial to make himself as transparent as possible moving forward- and part of that was giving Adenium the comfort of knowing his food *Wasn't* Poisoned or... Anything like that.\n\nHe took a camel out of the freezer - seemed to hold his breath for a moment- and blasted it with a current of superheated air - or rather, his fire put on the lowest flame - allowing the carcass to defrost in a matter of moments as he went about skinning, gutting, and preparing it carefully. \"Yes- Gila has always been rough around the edges... With a taste for the dramatic if you couldn't tell. I have no clue what he'd been up to, to be honest with you. I left him behind many years ago- and... I've never once looked back since then.\" He had a somber, low tone to his voice that oozed with regret that certainly came from the guilt of his actions rather than the fact he left Gila behind. \"He grew up in the poorest part of the Scorpion Den- everything he has he's had to fight for, kill for. It's not my place to speak of his past, but you deserve to know considering he landed you bedridden for three days and nights. Everything he does- every terrible deed- he's had it done to him first... That doesn't justify his actions, but it explains them- the world was cold, heartless- and terrible to him in the worst ways, selling smokeberries as a dragonet- the suffering he endured at the hands of his own family, and the amount of times he *Had* To kill- has made him so... So bitter.\" There was a sadness in his voice as he worked the entrails out of the camel - scraping them into a bucket on the floor in front of the counter he was working at. \"He wasn't always so cruel though- He had hope... He had ambition to do better, he just- relapsed too many times, fell to far- he doesn't think he *Can* Change- so why try? He's so deep in his area of expertise- he couldn't get out if he wanted to- he couldn't just get out and fly away, he should leave you alone now- but if he left? They *Would* Kill him, not just gloat about it.\"\n\n\"Aye, but we did have romance- not something I think back on fondly though. We fed each other's worst traits, and let each other become our worst selves... Sometimes I wonder...\" He nervously chuckled- about to say, 'I wonder if the world would've been a better place *Without* Me.' - but obviously he didn't want to drag the mood back to the floor, especially when there was a bucket of organs already there- wafting what must've been an enticing scent for dragons.\n\n \"N-never mind...\" He went about seasoning the prepared meat with salt, pepper, olive oil- sautéing a pan of vegetables, garlic, ginger, chives, shallot, horseradish roots, and a touch of chili pepper on the side to enhance the flavor of the dish- quickly blowing a plume of fire into the stocked oven that with a turn of some nobs let the fire climb up through the stovetop as he stirred, tossed and seemed to know what he was doing. \"I suppose it might be a bit obvious, but as well as the captain- I'm the head chef on-board- I don't think I'm anything fit for the lavish halls of the Night Palace- but- tonight I'll try my best to treat you like royalty.\" He spoke with that same warmness he always seemed to have about him when he spoke to adenium about happy things - or things he enjoyed.\n\n\"You're fit to be up, no worries... I've been watching your recovery closely with the head doctor on the ship, Ash, a leafwing with quite the story to tell- she kept telling me 'Circini, you don't have to keep standing there waiting to change his bandages'- but of course, I knew better- what if your bleeding started up again or it scabbed over too much and too close to the bandages- then it might hurt if I was late to change them... Though, I suppose you *Were* Asleep- but what if you can feel pain while you're sleeping but you just can't remember it because you're asleep?\" He gave a hearty chortle- \"Ash says I worry a little too much when it comes to medical situations...\" He seemed to trail off on a tired tangent that was only exemplified by the fact he was multitasking. \"Especially you- she kept teasing me about how she's never seen me so invested in the health of another dragon besides that time Sallowthorn got a splinter and it got infected. She told me I was displaying symptoms, and when I asked 'of what'? She said I was bitten by something called the 'love bug'- can you believe that? They actually named an insect after the phenomena of being in love, when I asked her for a scroll on the insect, she laughed so loud I was afraid it was going to wake you up...\"\n\nHe said all of this-straight faced as ever with there being a brief - awkward silence between the two that was only filled with the sounds of meat sizzling - then out of nowhere he seemed to turn bright red- his eyes widening for a moment as if he had come to some sort of realization as her cleared his throat. \"Er- I uhm- well, your food's almost ready, I'll probably have to get started on the coffee a little late, I wish I had an extra set of talons but two pans keeps a dragon occupies- y-y'know?\" Smooth as ever, and totally the best at shifting the topic of a conversation - there was totally, definitely no sign of anxiety in his voice... Totally... As he tripped over his words- and almost over his talons as he moved across the kitchen space in the process, he seemed to realize the fact that he might have feelings for Adenium- which he thought was both- ridiculous- and also- that he wasn't particularly deserving of anything like a relationship considering the life and thus love from other dragon's lives he had reaped in the past. \n\nWith a few more carefully measures spices- and still a bright red patch on his freckled face, he finally finished Adenium's meal- setting it on a plate as the scent of cooked meat rose through the air and the sight of a colorful pallet of vegetables appealed to the sense of vision- he said he was no palace chef, but damn did it look ridiculously professional when he set the big plate in front of Adenium. \"Please- eat up! You missed three days' worth of meals. Oh! But make sure you eat slowly, eating too fast might make your stomach upset because of the medicine we had to give you- and if you need some more painkillers - just go to the medical bay and talk to Ash, tell her you have a verbal prescription from the captain.\"\n\nWith that, he quickly got to work on Adenium's coffee, preparing it as his face settled back to its blacks and blues. He grabbed a large mug and poured the black liquid inside. \"Any creamer or sugar?\" He gently set the cup down on the table next to Adenium and decided to sit across from the sandwing- resting his head on the table lazily as his blood pressure settled a bit and the feeling of fatigue clawed its way back into his brain. \"I hope everything is to your liking! If you have any complaints...\" He yawned tiredly. \"Let me know so I can make it better next time.\""
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"author": "countingfandoms",
"message": "And I need my computer for it ;w;"
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{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*Broski was walking around, wings over his front pouch, to keep the bags contents, and his pet bird safe... It's also very hot so—*"
},
{
"author": "Mr.Feathers",
"message": "*His bird had its beak poking out of the bag for air, just as to not overheat—*"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*While the big lug continued to trudge around on his Mary way.*"
},
{
"author": "<````> Iceberg <````>",
"message": "|~| The IceWing was relatively close by, His blue scales stood out against the yellow & gold sand, He wore a pair of makeshift 'goggles' to protect his eyes from any sand stirred up by the wind, He had originally been on his way to deal with an assassination he was meant to carry out but had in turn gotten hopelessly lost & ended up here which was ultimately the worst part of the desert he'd been in |~|"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*Fun fact: this dragon actually has a keen sense of direction, from his own travels, so if Iceberg wasn't feeling murderous or hostile? Nice, that's one thing he shouldn't be if he wants directions. But if the MudWing waves, which he is currently doing with one of his wings, and Iceberg wants to start a fight, I doubt Andesite would be most welcome to giving directions... But seriously that's hella convenient tbh.* \"Oh... Uhm... Howdy there?\" *He wants TOO far away from Iceberg, but it's still a distance, one close enough to hear each other... I hope.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "[[Lmao all good, Also bc I'm feeling nice Iceberg atm is just mildly irritable since he's lost]]\n\n[[So Andesite is safe for now]]"
},
{
"author": "<````> Iceberg <````>",
"message": "|~| His ears perked up slightly as he thought he heard a voice which also made him stop to look around, After a moment he spotted the other Dragon & upon closer inspection he concluded that it was a MudWing, He hadn't actually seen a MudWing in the desert before in fact he'd only seen a MudWing in the Sky Kingdom so that was something he guessed, He stared for a moment wondering what to do before deciding to wave back, Which he did, & call back a semi-friendly greeting |~|\n__\"Hello there\"__\n|~| His voice was hoarse due to having sand blown down his throat & also having drunk no water as his flask had run out a few hours ago |~|"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*Andesite took note of the horse voice, but didn't want to do anything about it, meanwhile his bag rustled some, he walked over and asked.* \"Are you ok? You look... Parched... To say the least... Do you need directions or is the journey just a long o—\" *Before he could finish his little rascal came falling out of the bag—*"
},
{
"author": "Mr.Feathers",
"message": "*Cooing rapidly, getting by Andesite, the bird had dragged Andesites water pouch or whatever tf you wanna call it, out of the bag.* \"Coo... Coo hoo!\" *The pigeon said, looking at Andesite, then the water pouch, canteen? Again whateva tf you wanna call it, then at Iceberg.*"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*Sigh* \"Your a weird bird, shouldn't even know what empathy is, but ya got a point, do ya need a drink muster?\" *He said the first half to his bird, referring to the fact that... Well it's a bird (pigeons are actually hella smart and can express emotion far more than most birds... But this one is on another level.) and the second half was directed at Iceberg, as Andesite put his bird back in the bag, and offered the water to Iceberg.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "[[SORRY, Got distracted]]"
},
{
"author": "<````> Iceberg <````>",
"message": "|~| As the other approached he stood still, Warily watching him through the dirty 'goggles' he was wearing before answering his first question |~|\n__\"I am fine, Just lost\"__\n|~| He watched as a small bird popped out of the bag dragging what he assumed to be a water pouch [Gon just call it that] before once again answering the other after a moment of consideration |~|\n__\"...Yes please, I haven't had a drink in hours\"__\n|~| He said, Coughing dryly after before taking the flask & taking a quick drink, Clearing his throat after & passing the flask back |~|"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*He took it back and put it in his bag.* \"If you need directions I can give them... I know my way around here...\" *Sheepish smile.*"
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{
"author": "<````> Iceberg <````>",
"message": "__\"Thank you\"__\n|~| He said, Watching the other as he flew up & looked around before landing, Looking in the direction that he'd pointed at, Staying silent as he squinted slightly before looking back at the MudWing |~|\n__\"Alright thank you very much, But one question before I leave, What's a MudWing like you doing in the Desert?, I thought your Tribe preferred the swamps of your Kingdom?\"__\n|~| He asked rather casually, Tilting his head slightly in a mildly confused manner |~|"
},
{
"author": "Andesite",
"message": "*Bro was bouta go on his way when asked that question.* \"Ah— no reason to be honest, I just like exploration... Allows for the meeting of a lot of new folks... And the unlikely re-meeting of old jerks...\" *That last part was said under his breathe with a more displeased look.* \"...Also allows for me to not be stuck to only ever seeing brown and orange, and having a vast color pallet to look at and enjoy, and different types of places to stay at... That's it basically.\" *Either he is parched from how dry it is or he has a lump in his throat... Either works, Iceberg is intimidating a question like that can be taken many ways.*"
},
{
"author": "<````> Iceberg <````>",
"message": "__\"Hm.\"__\n|~| He hummed plainly, Narrowing his eyes slightly at the other as he wondered if he was hiding anything though after a few minutes he simply nodded with a huff |~|\n__\"That makes sense, Anyway I must be off, Can't prolong my mission any longer... I wish you luck on your travels MudWing\"__\n|~| He dipped his head respectively before taking flight & half gliding half actually flying the direction Andesite had pointed to, Not looking back even once & soon becoming a faint blur on the horizon |~|"
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{
"author": "Arcusrime",
"message": "*Arcusrime found himself seated in the tavern, sipping from a non-alcoholic beverage. He had been here to sell floral arrangements, and had finished doing so, resupplying a floral provider in the Scorpion Den. He was talking to a few random dragons, his red and blue scales glistening with a slight watery hue due to his viewing g blood. He would notice the Sandwing pass by, and happily wave at her, smiling*"
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "Spurium watched happily at the dragons having a good time. She went up to the bar for a refill before seeing a hybrid wave at her. The hybrid smiled back, grabbing her drink and standing closer\n\"Hello- I don't think I've seen you here yet. What's your name?\"\nShe asked, thinking maybe she had seen him before. Her memory wasn't always the *Best* With small stuff."
},
{
"author": "Arcusrime",
"message": "*Arcus would beam that she had waved back, and even engaged the conversation he was itching to have herself. He scooted his drink to his left a tad, before replying*\n\n\"OH, this is the first time I have ever been here. I usually don't spend much time here after my deliveries because it is so hot here, but I was just dyyyyiiing for a drink. What about yourself?\""
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{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "\"Oh that's nice- yeah that makes a lot of sense\"\nSpurium laughed at the comment on the temperature. It was hot even for her so she could hardly blame him. \n\n\"Oh- I just got done with my stuff today. Just here to wind down.\"\nShe answered, giving a smile."
},
{
"author": "Arcusrime",
"message": "*Arcus's necks spines would shake a bit, some water from his slowly drying out icewing scale's splattering on Spurium. He would quickly grab a towel from the table, wiping it off of her*\n\n\"I am terribly sorry, I didn't mean to splash you. And I'm glad you are taking some time to enjoy yourself! The night is still young!\""
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "She narrowed her eyes just so that none of the water got in her eyes. She wasn't as snappy as other dragons might of been anyways. Besides, by the time he started trying to wipe the water it was getting absorbed by her warm scales.\n\n\"Oh thats fine-\"\nShe laughed it off and waved her talon at the bartender who gave her a look as if asking for help from the dragon.\n\"It really is, I did a lot anyways. Good to see you are doing the same\""
},
{
"author": "Arcusrime",
"message": "*He would glance at the bartender, and get talon waving, in a way that would not make it completely obvious he was doing so. Even though the words that left his mouth betrayed such actions*\n\n\"If I am bothering you, or you have somewhere else to be, don't allow me to become a burden or nuisance. If you want to go, that's fine with me, I'd rather you enjoy your time off than be bound to me by conversation!\"\n\n*Arcus stated in his same cheery tone, nodding in affirmation of his words. Once he did, the other few dragons sighed in relief, leaving the table*"
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{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "\"What? Oh- funny you say that he was just making sure I was alright with you. What I did was a signal saying that I am.\"\nShe assured the dragon, flicking her tail a bit at the dragons who left the table. \n\nShe thought it was a *Little* Rude but she commended the hybrid for saying that."
},
{
"author": "Arcusrime",
"message": "*He would process what she said, before nodding in understanding. Before he had a chance to speak, he heard a song coming from outside being preformed by a street musician. He would suddenly light up again, scrambling to his feet, and looking at Spurium*\n\n\"That's my favorite song! Do you like it?\""
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "She tilted her head at him, flicking her ear at the music. If she was going to be honest it wasn't her taste but she could see how happy he was. *It's not that bad anyways, probably just need to get used to it* She reasoned, giving a smile.\n\"It's not half bad.\"\nSpurium replied honestly"
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{
"author": "Arcusrime",
"message": "*He would shrug, going to the road outside where a small band of street reformers were playing. He would go to a group of dancing dragons, joining them for a few minutes. He slowly realized everyone had a dancing partner, so he meandered back to the sidewalk*"
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "Spurium took a sip of her drink and watched the hybrid leave without another word. She kept herself at the door frame and watched the dragon curiously before seeing him walk away. Spurium looked down at her drink and swirled it thoughtfully before finishing it and sliding beside him\n\"Come on, do you want to dance?\"\nShe asked politely, offering an outstreched talon"
},
{
"author": "Arcusrime",
"message": "*Arcus hadnt noticed Spurium watching him, or approach him. He had been watching the pairs dancing in the street. When she spoke, he turned his eyes, as to show he was attentive and cared about the words she emitted from the inner recesses of her vocal chambers.\n\nOnce she finished her inquiry, and outstretched her claws, he lit up with joy, bowing g to her slightly, before he adjusted a leather bag he had strapped tightly to his body*\n\n\"I would be honored to do so!\""
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{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "Sleet lumbered through the streets of the Scorpion Den, the thick spikes along his neck and tail rattling with every step. He had come to the Sandwing kingdom in search of prickly pears, intending to turn them into some kind of treat for the dragonets at home, and found himself wandering the marketplace, dark eyes sliding along the stalls lining the streets, his belongings tucked firmly under one wing to ward off wandering talons. \nThe hybrid had yet to find anything interesting or valuable enough to bring home, but he wanted to keep trying; Sleet always tried to bring back souvenirs when he was gone for long periods of time."
},
{
"author": "Seller of Nothing and Everything, all at once.",
"message": "The Nightwing heaved and panted, fanning himself to rid himself of the oppressive heat. *Moons,* It was always so hot here, but he always managed to sell the most around these parts, so sacrifices were needed. \nHe always kept a keen eye out for anyone particularly curious or bored looking, or that he otherwise thought would be a great victim to sell to.\nSeeing Sleet poking around, he grinned and called out to him. \n\"You there, sir! The icewing-ey mudwing-ey looking fellow. You a fan of the unique and bizarre?\""
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He paused, turning his head to face the nightwing. Odd; there weren't many around the desert. Still, he had come to find a souvenir or two, and what better to intrigue a dragonet with than something 'unique and bizarre?' Sleet ambled over, peering over the smaller dragon to try and catch a glimpse of whatever he was selling. In the Scorpion Den, Sleet had quickly learned that it could be anything from homemade poisons to rare and exotic artifacts, and he'd rather not be caught off guard by the former.\n\"What kind?\" He grunted, shifting his gaze back to the merchant."
},
{
"author": "Seller of Nothing and Everything, all at once.",
"message": "His grin widened, and he let himself bask in the feeling of success that came with baiting someone into another purchase.\n\"Oddities! Old tomes, taxidermied animals, dragon bones- for 'scientific study', of course- dragon scales, neutralized rainwing venom, you name it.\""
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "Ah. He was one of *Those.* The dragons with no respect for the lives and bodies of the deceased, willing to scrounge and sell whatever they could get their claws on for a meager pile of gold. Sleet was far from a saint himself, but even he wouldn't go as far as to desecrate the dead.\nStill, he'd poke his nose around, see if anything stood out against the rather unsettling assortment of parts. He noted the growing grin of the merchant wryly, but that was quickly forgotten when he focused on the goods for sale.\nHe felt his heart skip when he laid eyes on the small- so, so *Impossibly* Small- egg, put on display with the rest of the macabre. For a moment, Sleet was sure he was just imagining it- surely, not even Scorpion Den dealers would sell an *Egg?* But no, the longer he looked, the more sure he was. That was a tiny dragon egg being being sold as carelessly as one would offer a glittering stone. \n\"You sell eggs?\" He growled, claws digging into the sand as he reigned in his urge to lunge. *\"Dragon* Eggs?\""
},
{
"author": "Seller of Nothing and Everything, all at once.",
"message": "\"Not *Usually.* That one,\" He grabbed the box the small egg rested in- a messy affair compromised of wood and not much for padding and protection spare a smattering of dry hay here and there- and placed it on the flattest surface he could find that was near the large hybrid. \"Is a special case, you see. Its parents handed it off to me after seeing it's... Smallness, and apparently having some sort of prophetic vision about the dragonet inside being mal-formed if it were to ever hatch at all. You ask *Me,* I think it's a dud.\" He turned to consult a journal of sorts. \"I mean, what did they expect? I can excuse two tribes mingling, but *Four*? It's a miracle it was laid in the first place...\" \nThe last sentence was muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages, keen on finding something."
}
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{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "So what? They could just *Get rid* Of their dragonet because it wasn't what they wanted? And this worm thought he could make a profit off it? Sleet growled, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest, which heaved with his rising fury as he stalked forward, filling the small space with his wings.\n\"You don't *Sell* Dragonets!\" He roared, throwing himself full-bodied into the Nightwing, barreling them both to the floor of the caravan. One palm found his face, squeezing his snout shut and the other gripping one horn, preventing him from biting or breathing fire as Sleet slammed his skull into the floor. His hind claws dug into the trafficker's haunches, piercing his scales like wet clay, the smell of blood thick and cloying in the hot, confined space. \"You don't deserve to be called a dragon,\" Sleet hissed, tightening the grip around his horn, before he twisted his shoulders and jerked one elbow sharply, snapping it in half."
},
{
"author": "Seller of Nothing and Everything, all at once.",
"message": "Multiple things occured in the Nightwing's mind at once: confusion, fear, regret, and a searing pain all throughout his body. \nHis body flared with the instinct to combat his assailant with fire- but with his mouth forced shut, all he could do was expel smoke from his nostrils and let out muffled agonized screeches.\nAll of this, over some half baked dragonet? A dragonet that was probablably **Dead** Inside of its freakishly small shell? He, for the first time in his life, felt afraid it would end- and all because this lunatic was up in arms over someone's bastard dragonet. \nHe tried to focus on anything but the pain. *Anything*. But it was overwhelming, powerful, and stripped him of the shred of dignity he had. All he thought about wa preserving his life now. Through his clamped jaws, he tried to mutter out apologies, pleads to spare his life, everything he could think of to get the stronger dragon off of him."
},
{
"author": "Sleet",
"message": "He braced the serrated claws on his wings against the floor, using them to anchor himself against the thrashing. Flipping the chunk of keratin around in his claws, Sleet jammed it into the meaty side of the Nightwing's neck, using it as a hook to swiftly turn him over so he could bury his teeth into his throat. The hybrid squeezed his eyes shut against the tang of copper, but the roaring of blood under his scales had him locking his jaw tighter and tighter, until he wasn't sure what killed the dealer first: blood loss or asphyxiation. \nIt was only when he stopped moving that Sleet let go, kicking the body to the side and using a nearby cloth to roughly wipe his face before discarding it as he treaded over to the egg still resting in its poor excuse for a nest.\n\"I gotcha,\" He sighed, leaning back on his haunches. Sleet carefully lowered both claws into the box, gently cupping the tiny egg in red-stained talons. \"You're safe, ok?\" He held it close to his chest as he thumped out of the caravan, lifting off with a cloud of dust and heading back to the rainforest, prickly pears and souvenirs forgotten."
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{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna landed harshly onto the hard ground, immediately bolting through the crowd of dragons as some looked at him with confusion while others looked at him like he was an inconvenience to them |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil didn't flood into the marketplace, instead resting on a flat rooftop where her eyes scanned the crowds precisely. It was strange the marketplace was so busy at night, her tounge flickering out. Her ears swatted at air but she inevitably lost him. But, she figured as he had no other family according to his guardians and possibly no links from the outside of the luxiourous home, him being a servant and all. With that in consideration, she jumped a few buildings then jumped off, gliding her way down with one place in mind. Goanna's home."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna slowed to a steady canter when he thought he'd lost Dust Devil, as he began to head back toward his house he stopped, looking up he saw Dust Devil, he wondered if she was going to his house & decided to continue to walk that way but stay far enough away so he wouldn't be seen |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil grunted at the crowds and ran through the alleys, providing herself another route to the house and hopefully beating Gonna."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna continued walking, as he got in sight if his house he jumped up onto a roof, looking down & waiting to see if Dust Devil would show up |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil arrived, her eyes scanning her surroundings as she recognised the equisite building. She allowed herself a yawn as she waited, examining the goldren details on some pillars. Maybe she should hide to surprise him, but was the worst thing to happen?"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna noticed a tiny flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, creeping over he looked over the buildings side & saw Dust Devil, he made a quiet snicker as he peered down at her, his barbed tail swung from side-to-side slightly |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil examined her talons boredly, occasionally looking up. Her ears batted this way and that, listening for movement- a whisper of wind, sand flaking as it falls or breathing. Anything, really. The place felt too quiet, uncomfortably so."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna picked up a small rock & threw it at the next building over, it hitting the wall & landing beside Dust Devil as he crept over to the buildings front & prepared to fly into one of the open windows |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil tensed, her head piping toward the sound. She sniffed, trying to navigate him with her other sense. Her ear twitched, trying to hear more than she was. A childish anger built up inside her and she growled, acting on it. She grabbed a pebble from inside a garden and threw it toward a pillar, chipping an edge off it. She cursed loudly, lashing her tail angrily. He brows were scrunched and she bit at the air. Perhaps losing the vase was part of it, but she knew the underlying hatred was. The morals of these dragons were her undoing and she hated it. Why had Mr. Dromedary defended her? Why did Goanna give her advice? Granted, he most likely just wanted the vase back- but still! The most tolerable dragon out of them all was surprisingly Mrs Mirage, who didn't give her these sand-under-scale feelings. She slashed abit of vacant sand, particles flying everywhere. \"I'll be back,\" She warned noone in particular. \"And this time, I'll steal something priceless.\" She growled, then stamped off, her wings drooping and tail swishing dangerously."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna pricked his ears as he heard Dust Devil's fit & then talonsteps as she stormed off, he looked down at the vase & thought for a moment before letting out a small sigh, he hopped over to where Dust Devil was stamping away & grabbed another rock, throwing it just beside her before throwing the vase down, he quickly scampered out of sight before flying to the front door of his house, he knew Mirage & Dromedary wouldn't be to mad, a little disappointed but they would understand either way, he then opened the front door & walked in, giving one last look into the alley before shutting the door behind him |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"What?!\" She bellowed, only just being able to hear the pebble being thrown. She then noticed the vase, but it didn't make her any happier. She roared. She didn't deserve his kindness, why was he doing so? She knew her anger was childish, but the fact didn't make her anger subside. She didn't want his pity, either. The foriegn feeling seemed to latch and cling underneth her scales. She hissed curses as she left, her earlier promise still true."
}
] | 57.5 | 1,010 |
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{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She grumbled along a flat roof-top, her mind flickering images of that Goanna dragon whom she hated deeply, and didn't entirely know why. She eyes darted around but were unconcentrated, anger shown in her rigid posture. Huffing, she sat on her haunches. She needed a distraction from earlier, a distraction that sleep seldom allowed. She lazily scanned the dragons below, her interest piqued when she saw a dragon adorned with jewels and piercings. *This* Is the distraction she needed, and it seemed the SandWing was focused on tattooing a dragon, so if she was sly she could easily get away. But the thing is, the chase is the best part about stealing.\nGliding down into a crooked alley, she made her way through the crowd and busied herself at another stall, pretending the copper decor was the most interesting thing in the world as she kept an eye on the SandWing, analysing him from afar."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Just like: WHhhhyYyy"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"That's not ethical\""
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "....How do you manage to make me hate you more AAAA"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"That's just how I roll, alot of dragons say that\"\n\n\"There there\" |~| Aesthetically comforts |~|"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Bro Gadget is gonna be so confused returning-"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "How dare you make me like you.\n\nThanking the salesman who looked crazed and desperate, she dipped through the crowds and took place in the neighbouring stall, the tattoo parlour. She glazed upon a scroll which included common tattoos to pick from when a merchant busied her. \"What can I do for you?\" The merchant spoke, her tail swaying lazily. The merchant had a few tattoos on her face and running down her neck, the tattoos seemingly becoming apart of her pale scales. \"Just lookin'\" Dust Devil replied, glancing at the bulky SandWing who seemed quite delicate with his movements. \"Ah alright,\" The merchant continued, ignoring Dust Devil's look of annoyance. \"Well, if you're up to it, I reccommend-\" The merchants words became a blur as she focused on the best thing to take, her ear flicking."
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "For sure! Also you don't have to add to your reply when I don't rely if you don't want to"
}
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{
"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "He hummed a different tune to before, pausing to get some sand off from his tongue before continuing. His wings kept rather close to his body as well, but a rather odd pattern could be seen on the back of them- a blotchy snake, but still recognizably a snake nonetheless. Or maybe a worm...? It was a bit hard to tell since his wings were tucked up, but it was some sort of serpentine shape. It didn't look like it could have been a tattoo or anything. It seemed like it was a birth mark, perhaps from an accident or something as he hatched. He looked like he was in his own little world, completely tuning out the marketplace around him. He had rings on the claws on his wing arm thing, but they were close to his head- he'd probably see. He had quite a few piercings on his sail, multiple of which had chains connecting them. A lot of them, if not all, looked to be of pure iron. There weren't any jewels or gems embedded in any of them, but they looked expensive nonetheless. He paused once again, shifting to sit a bit more comfortably on his carpet and clean a very tiny amount of blood from the dragon's bicep. He asked them something that couldn't really be heard, but was probably something along the lines of 'are you alright?' before continuing with his work once again."
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil suddenly thanked the merchant, her decision made on what to steal. Many of what the dragon wore was golden, perhaps some iron, yes, but most was pierced into his sail, or rings that laid somewhat impossible to drag off. Considering this, there wasn't much she could steal, say for the gold plate on his barb, intreuging her. She walked over, unnoticing to the necklace considering his position. Assessing the pros and cons in her head, she decide to go for it, compromising to herself that if she did not take the plate laid on his barb in her attempt, she'd grab something else, afterall, what could go wrong? - Stalking around, she noticed the necklace but was too stubborn to go back on her plans. She wandered casually near his curled tail, then reached a claw up and pulled at the gold plate."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Idk how it's connected or like strapped on so0- /"
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "It's strapped on dw HDGDJ"
},
{
"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "He didn't seem to notice that she was even there for the longest time, but the straps that were keeping the plate on didn't immediately come off, tugging at his Barb a bit. His ears perked up, and he completely paused, not wanting to harm his customer. He then just shrugged it off, seemingly assuming that his plate was just a little loose. He pulled his tail closer to him, curling it further to prevent the plate from falling off since he didn't want to put his ink down and risk it spilling while he adjusted it."
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She almost winced at the movement, drawing her arm back. She stabled herself with a wing, temporarily putting her arm down to regain balance. She was glad of the warm sand disguising her step. Moving slightly forward, she moved her arm forward again, lifting a talon, showing a white claw and swiping at the leather strapping. She sawed at it a couple times until the tense leather loosened and she had a hold of the barb. She probably should've slunk away then, getting lost in the crowds then cackle at the unfortunate dragon. But that was no fun. She simply stilled, waiting to see his inevitable reaction to him losing the plate."
},
{
"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "Snakebite went about his job as per usual after that, but hesitated as he slowly realized what happened. He set the ink down a bit away from him. He was luckily just finished with the tattoo, and wrapped it with those weird tattoo bandages.\n\"Excuse me one second.\"\nHe smiled to his customer, before slowly turning to stare at Dust Devil with a raised brow.\n\"Now, excuse *You*. What in the moons do you think you're doing?\"\nHe huffed, but was honestly intrigued as to what she really did think she was doing."
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She audibly yawned, giving a bored face as she examined the bigger SandWing. \"Waiting for *You* To realise this was missing! I mean- how long does it take to realise something weighty is missing? Some dragons.\" She shook her head, dangling it by the strap. She held it teasingly, but far enough away so she could dodge a swipe at it. \"I shoulda taken something like ya necklace.\" She said, then was automatically tempted to swipe it, her eyes gleaming."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Snakebite be like: Swiper no swiping!"
},
{
"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "He stared at her blankly, ear twitching in slight annoyance.\n\"Okay. Well, considering my Barb is fully exposed now thanks to you, I'd suggest giving that back. I don't have any qualms with using it, and I certainly don't have any qualms with figuring out who your parents or bosses are, young dragon.\"\nHe had a stern voice. He was giving Disappointed Dad Vibes right now. He sighed heavily, shaking his head and carefully wiping the ink from his talon.\n\"And, I wouldn't suggest that, either. I'm pretty beefy, and even a viper couldn't kill this dragon.\"\nHe tapped a talon on his face, which looked scarred from a dragonbite viper bite, right to his muzzle. Dangerously near his brain."
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She laughed, cackling like a crazed hyena as he scolded her. Between breathy laughs, she managed: \"You.. Sir, are funny.\" She laughed more, so much so she half wondered if she'd die from it. Regaining most of her composure as best she could, she examined the mark, managing a laugh before she said, \"Well there you go, stronger than life itself ey?\" She asked, slightly slinking away."
}
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{
"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "\".. Honestly? I'd much prefer it if we weren't.\"\nHe rolled his eyes, yawning slightly. He then pounced on her, snarling rather viciously as his metal-tipped claws dug into her shoulders, the two tumbling across the sand. His claws didn't draw blood yet, but they were clearly capable of doing so. He wasn't giving it all he had, and would prefer not to if it could be avoided. It would be pretty easy to slip away from him, but his barbed tail had uncurled itself threateningly. Both staying and getting away had their pros and cons."
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She half snarled half growled at the sudden pressure of metal hooking into her scales. With her grip on the barb-plate tightening, she scraped at his tail with her hind legs, drawing some blood. She then kicked his underbelly as best she could, starting to shake herself free, unaware of his barb slithering on the sand.\n\"That's a bit rude, isn't it?\" She asked with a smile as she struggled underneth him, her voice challenging but indicated no malice."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Not me listening to calm music as I type this- sdbfyb /"
},
{
"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "He growled, the wind knocked out of him as his stomach was kicked. He took away one talon to grasp at his stomach, wincing in pain as he started to relinquish his grip on her.\n\"Stealing's a bit rude, isn't it?\"\nHe retorted breathlessly, trying to catch his breath to little avail."
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She managed a laughed before pushing herself out of his grip, wincing as she pushed against his metal-tipped claws and gained herself a couple jagged scratches on her shoulder. She could've left, disappear in the crowds and never be seen again, but what was the fun in that? \n\"What's wrong? Somebody got hurt?\" She taunted with mock pity, beginning to charge toward her opponment with her tail raised and teeth bared, aiming for his neck."
}
] | 96 | 416 |
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{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She snarled as she stumbled, kicking up some sand in the process as her wings spread for balance. She shook herself quickly then turned her attention toward the bigger SandWing.\n\"Hah! I 'spose you're right, unless leaving a dragonet unattended is considered love?\" She cackled, somewhat painfully but brushed it aside, not allowing him to digest what she said as she charged toward him once again, this time aiming for his side. She ignored the pain in her shoulder, and even the threat of his tail as she ran, going with her wits -or lack there of- rather than instinct."
},
{
"author": "Snakebite",
"message": "His blueish-black eyes narrowed. He launched himself forward, colliding directly into her injured shoulder with his own, using her momentum to his own advantage. Him being so chonky helped as well, as the collision sent them both tumbling harshly to the ground, and he was able to tank the fall. His metal claw tips scratched against the sandstone street, causing the awful scraping sound of metal against rock. He got to his feet, shaking off the sand from his hide as he did so.\n\"I don't reckon it is, no.\""
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She winced as sand gathered into her cut, and cradled herself whilst on the ground as the pain sethered through her shoulder. She pushed the barb-plate to her chest, her pride or stubborn nature unallowing her to give up. Her ears flattened against the screech of metal, but it did little to help. Dust Devil managed her way up- slowly- but had no pressure on her injured shoulder, it instead holding the gold with a ferocious grip.\n\"There's your answer then.\" She said with a scowl, done on the topic. Although the scowl, she was still smiling."
}
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{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She staggered back, hissing. \"As if I care, you're not the only one who want me dead y'know.\" She said, recalling the shouts she had heard when she'd completed a robbing from way back. \"Besides,\" She added conversationally, \"I haven't lived here without learning my way 'round the place.\" She chuckled, her teeth gleaming as she quickly charged toward him, dodging any blows swiftfully and ripping his necklace off, scabbing some of his neck on the way past. The cut was small and insignificant but was sure to sting. As she half-limped half-ran way, her crazed cackles echoed of the walls of a nearby alley, briefly stopping and semi-turning as she eyed the entrance of the alleyway, calling out so the SandWing could hear.\n\"Name's Dust Devil, just so ya know. See ya 'nother time... Unless the IceWin's get me, of course.\" \nShe cackled, introducing herself to new crowds as she stepped out of the dark shadows of the alleyway into another street, only once glancing down to proper exaime her wound on her wrist. What seemed to be a snakebite, by the punctures. She shuddered then let the thoughts drift away as she watched the crowds with a hint of caution in her eyes."
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| SadDuck** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Or if u want to vary things abit idm"
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "Lol dw about it, he makes everything himself so he can make himself a new one if push comes to shove"
},
{
"author": "ev.ann.",
"message": "Im eating this up rn\n\nFHSISKSKKA yall are both great writers"
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "Hey why the fuck didn't I think of that\n\nSnakebite's fangs growing like a snake's\n\n.. I'm stupid HAHSJHD"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Great, another one to steal >:) /j"
},
{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "~~I'll be honest idk how to continue this I'm so sorry HDGDH~~\n\nSnakebite kinda just. Goes back to his stall in defeat HAGDJDH"
}
] | 20 | 423 |
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{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I just got home from school give me a break /j"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "LMAO U HAVE SCHOOL THATS AN L /J"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Good we don't want a 2 day strek of not sleeping\n\nI think I've gone crazy"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite lashed her tail at the hybrids arrival, the sand sifting. The scarring on the hybrid was quite noticable, but she didn't point it out, not yet anyway. Unnerved by her prescence, she stood up, her armour rattling a little as she accidentally nudged them. \n\n\"I'll be fine. I've lived long enough, haven't I?\" She snapped, feeling talked down to like a dragonet who didn't understand simple physics. \n\nShe did *Want* Water, but her pride stood in her way of accepting help. If she were desperate enough, maybe, but she had a spirit that didn't want help even if it was impossible to do on her own."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Spurium just like: \"...Ok byebye then\""
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "'i don't get paid for this shi\""
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "Spirium blinked at the sudden aggression. \n*Fiery. Makes sense for a skywing. I should have expected that.*\nShe mused, keeping a calm composure since this was most likely an insecure dragon.\n\n\"I'm not saying you haven't. I just know the heat can get to dragons. It does to me.\"\nThey tried to sympathize with them a little, maybe then they would not be so snappy. When there was a pause the hybrid gave a shrug and added\n\n\"That's why I'm here anyway. I've been patrolling all day. I love some *Cool*.. *Refreshing* Water.\"\nThey hummed, leaning down to pull out a few gourds filled with water from the oasis and kept cool by the shade. Without asking Azurite if they wanted some they started to drink out of the gourd."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She hissed a little, finding the dragon suspicious. The words alone made her mouth water, and her eyes trailed the water in the gourd, silently wishing for some. She shook her head at the thoughts. This dragon was sly, and she hated how she had gotten into her head. \n\n\"As I've said before, I don't *Need* Any.\" She said, flapping her wings once as if to prove the fact. The gust of cool air was heavenly even if it lasted just a moment, some sand pricking up from the wingbeat."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "The leaf hybrid finished their swig of water before looking at Azurite with a raised brow,\n\"What? Like you don't need air to breathe? It's my job to make sure no one dies here and I can't have a spitfire passing out on my watch.\"\nShe huffed, kicking over a gourd.\n\n The dragon was stubborn, that was evident, but if she died Spirium could say she tried. \n*That's what you **Would** Think on the job. But you actually care you soft little leaf you-*\nThe voice in her head teased, which she found very annoying.\n Only because the voice was right."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She hissed at the name, turning her chin up. \"Unless you want more burns I doubt you'd actually *Want* Me to spit fire.\" She huffed, flames leaving her maw with a warning. She glanced down toward the hybrids talons as if they needed further indication. She knocked over the water to show her willingness and truth to her words, even if it was stupid. \n\nShe'd find her way around, and if not? More food to go around the SkyWing Kingdom."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "\"Yes, yes, I find you very nice also. Lovely to meet you.\"\nThey replied evenly, not phased with their aggression. They were used to threats and comments on their scars. The only thing that bothered her was the fact they were noticeable. \n*Well, more dyes for me today. Who let this hothead in anyways- oh wait. Us.*\n\nThe hybrid grumbled in their mind before sighing at the Skywing for kicking over the container.\n\"Now why would you do that? You just like picking fights, hm?\"\nThe dragon positioned herself so that she wasn't as much in the way of the Skywing in case she wanted to dart off. If she wanted to actually fight though then it would just end badly. Well, who knows. Armor is always an issue, but not if your talons can get in the right-\n*You're overthinking it. We don't try and hurt guests. Even if they act like they want to claw your face off*\nShe scolded herself, tail flicking gently in mild irritation."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Just letting you know, she has her armour on the ground since she was too hot with it on /nm\n\nI respond when I get home because I gotta go in 5 mins lol"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Ren** Leveled up!"
}
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She growled quietly at the sarcastic remarks, scowl deepening.\n\n*\"No,* It's just that everything looks the same in this moonsforsaken desert.\" She said irritably, stepping over her armour. The fire in her throat didn't help with the heat she was already experiencing, sighing as if in defeat as she let go of the hot breath, smoke trailing in the air.\n\nHer reason for kicking the water over was out of pure pettiness, and shame didn't allow her to admit that fact. She regretted her actions significantly, but her pride stood in the way to ask for more."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "\"Ah, I see. No shame in a little anger, I'd be furious if I was a skywing in this place. Well, I already get mad as it is.\"\nThey admitted, although that wasn't entirely true. The heat was more annoying than anything. \n\nThey let their shoulders loosen a bit, having a more relaxed posture when the Skywing called off their fire. \n\"You know, I can show you a place with better water than this crummy old stash. Although I'm not *Leading* You, not even offering it to you, you're just- curious, yes. Maybe trying to set my head ablaze when I'm turned around?\"\nShe suggested, giving a shrug before turning around to start walking to the oasis."
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "Azurite knew of the tactics the stranger was using, trying to make it think it was her own idea rather than the strangers. Nethertheless, she relented, her tail whipping irritably along the sand. She had her bits of armour pressed against her chest to hold it as she walked. She considered the strangers words. *Would she really do that if the stranger didn't have any use to her?* In short- yes, but her calm demeanour seemed to be rubbing off on her, irritably so."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "She will get her water then disappear like byee bish"
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "The dragon wove amongst the crowd, taking a few glances behind her.\n\"Oh yes, by the way I'm Spirium, not like it matters just thought you'd know. Formal introductions and such-\"\nShe flickered her tail before making a sharp curve.\n\nThe oasis was in sight as the hybrid craned their neck over.\n\"Yes, there it is. Where are you coming from anyways? Just curious.\" They asked"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She growled toward dragons who got in her way as they wove- or broke through the crowds in her case. She took note of her name. *Spirium* She repeated in her mind, seeing no need to introduce herself.\n\nShe blinked at the question. \"The MudWing Kingdom.\" She said blandly, wrinkling her snout. \"Where do you think?\" She asked playfully, anger still lining her tone despite her intention. She had unknowingly grown more comfortable with Spurium since learning her name. A detail she never bothered with when talking to dragons, so it was a change. A strange change- not bad nor good."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "\"Mudwings? Fancy that-\"\nThey tilted their head, looking a little amused, or maybe suprised. Their expression was harder to read, but inside their mind they made note of that fact. Soilder perhaps? How were things with Mudwings and Skywings again? It was hard ot keep track of other tribes since the Scorpion den was a talon-full by itself\n\n\"Oh I don't know- you look like you's *Love* The ice kingdom, 'specially since this isn't to your liking.\"\nThey replied, a bit of sarcasm lacing their voice. There were a few guards posted near the oasis, just to make sure no crime went on. When the outclaw approached they dipped their heads respectfully and moved aside as the hybrid took a cup that was resting nearby and scooped it up. \n\"Do you want to take this from me? Fresh water? Or would you like ice with it?\"\nThey joked"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"I would, actually. Beach weather even.\" She joked wryly.\n\nShe glanced around at the guards of whom had been dipping their heads to her companion. Was Spurium a figure of authority? She was suspicious to say the least, thinking of the interaction a trick. \n\"Smoked, actually.\" She joked, dropping the armour at her feet and taking the cup from her. She did not gulp it down as she desired, rather looking at it warily as if she would've attempted to poison her. She knew the thought was stupid and most likely wrong, considering Spurium hadn't talked to her before now, still... It was good to be cautious, especially when someone elses talons scrape your work."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "She barked out a laugh, getting rather amused at the sass of this dragon. She stepped aside and got a cup of her own to drink from. \n\"I wonder what smoked water would taste like. Just water I would imagine.\"\nThey thought out loud, cocking their head a bit in contemplation.\n\n\"Oh and if you're hungry there is also food. Roasted lizards, that sort of thing. Cactus juice? Ever tried it?\"\nShe asked, poking one of the guards helmet to see if they would respond. They weren't supposed to, but it was fun to test them time to time."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "AAA Srry I got distracted"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"Maybe how food has a smoky flavour.\" She provided, shrugging.\n\n\"No. It sounds like a flamable drink, kind of like a dragonflame cactus exploding in your throat.\" She explained evenly, indicating no bias on how she felt about the usage of such. She had some knowledge on the matter, which may have been concerning to some, but she didn't care of what others thought, ~~except for the dignity and honour she desperatly searched and a tad bit of acceptance~~ If she did, and she definetly didn't, she probably would have crumpled a long time ago.\n\n\"I'm not hungry.\" She provided simply and quite bluntly, smelling the water to double-check it wasn't poisoned. Her suspicion was quite noticable. She glanced toward the guards, unresponsive to the poke. She wrinkled her snout. \"Is that how you salute the ones protecting you?\" She asked. It wasn't intended to be as harsh as she intended, annoyance toward herself creasing her brow."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "\"Huh, I know Sandwings like our- exploding things but I don't think it pairs well with food... And drinks\"\nShe pointed out, sipping her water before stepping away from the guard. \n\nWhen she was questioned she raised a brow in confusion before stumbling, giving a cough to clear her throat\n\"Oh- yes, right. Well they aren't protecting *Me* Per say. Sometimes it's the opposite.\"\nShe explained vaguely."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "How do you write so quickly\n\nHere's me taking like ten minutes just to write: She respon-"
}
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{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She snorted. Her dream ~~was it really a dream though?~~ in life was to become a Royal Guard. She wouldn't need protecting at all and even if she despised her supierors, she would honour her title and sarcifice her life for such. She took a small, tiny sip of water. It didn't taste poisoned yet still didn't quite believe her.\n\n\"What dignity they must lack.\" She said callously, flicking her tail."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "Spurium blinked at her, a little mix of shock and curiosity.\n\n\"Why do you say that? Because of me protecting them?\"\nShe guessed, tilting her head and glancing over at the guard who kept their stern face. However, she could feel them trying to hide a frown. Maybe from embarrassment? She looked back at Azurite and tried to explain\n\"Well- if that's the case then I think you may judge too quickly.\"\nThey hummed, letting out a smile as she walked beside the Skywing casually."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "I GOT SCARED I THOUGHT I ALMOST PONGED MYSELF"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "\"A Guard's duties is to protect those higher and lower ranked from them, not for someone to protect them.\" She said as if reading out of a scroll. \"Perhaps you don't judge enough.\" She said with dignity, pointing a talon and pushing her back abit with two. Azurite preferred her personal space and felt Spurium was trying to agrivate her on purpose."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "Spurium still looked a little confused. However she tried to understand why Azurite thought the way she did. She came from a place different than this. It was only to be expected, she should've known better. She looked up at the canopy to process her thoughts before commenting casually\n\"Well I am the Second Claw. The guards are supposed to protect everyone here at the Scorpion den, and yes me including. But, if you're so busy protecting other dragons, who's left to protect you?\"\nShe let that statement stand by itself to sink into the Skywings head, taking a few steps to give some space since it seemed like Azurite was getting more grumpy. \n\"Also I'm very judging- judge-y. Very *Regal* Too, can't you tell?\"\nShe joked"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She lifted up her chin, growling lowly at the authority Spurium held. \"None. You should be able to get by on you're own. And if you can't and you hold such a role, then you doubtless shouldn't have said role.\"\nHer eyes squinted slightly in contempt. Hissing in response to the joke."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "*A conflict of opinion. Oh dear that makes more sense now. Oh well, it can't be helped.*\nShe gave a sigh, thinking that this is probably the end of the conversation since she felt like Azurite would just fly away. Even so she replied\n\"Oh that does no good. I see where you come from but that's just not the case here. In a desert you can't always have hope that you'll find the next oasis. You'll shrivel up and die before finding it without help from a bird or plant.\""
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She grunted, caring not for the animals that roamed the desert and entirely missing the point whether it be due to her annoyance deafening reason or distaste for how reliant they were and wrongfully so. \"Besides, I turned out alright finding this place.\" *Even if everything looks the same,* Her mind added bitterly. \nBefore Spurium could say a word, she added, \"I would've found water one way or another.\" She said stubbornly."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "The hybrid flicked their tail in thought before giving a small smile. They nodded at what Azurite said, agreeing with them. \n\n\"Yes, you did. And yes you would have. You are strong, I can tell. I am just saying a little help is not wrong.\""
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Dw I was still writing FJDGsfdh"
},
{
"author": "Azurite",
"message": "She gave an untrusting glare, eyes scanning the hybrid as if she was about to jump her. She responded in a huff, leaving abruptly for the marketplace. She still needed to find her brother a gift, after all. Her tail flicked irritably. As soon as she realised she had left her armour, she neglected to go travel back. Spurium was irritable to say the least- *What were those words, what was she trying to gain from her?*- and she hated how she remembered her name. \n\n*Spurium* Her mind repeated, and she internally growled. Getting to know dragons, especially irritable ones, was in all a total distraction and one she didn't need. She had even neglected spending time with her brother, her own twin. It didn't matter though, because she would give him a gift and it'd be all right. The superficial meaning of gifts she was ignorant to, feeling Granite would atleast be happy with her for a little while longer until she got him another. Though the only thing he truly wanted was to speak to her and make her less miserable.\n\nThe bright rays of sun cast sharp shadows on her face as she searched, nothing catching her eye."
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "What's that sposed to mean /gen sigdfjshd"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Have u heard the term spitfire"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "1st option maybe?? 👀\n\nLooks like we're waiting like for character development\nSo like 20 years or more"
}
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{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus had angled his wings down to let sand that had been piling up on them to slide off, his face keeping a stern look as always. He had also kept his tail curled, making sure to not hit anyone on the way. He was carrying a pouch that had a few coins in it, it didn't seem like enough coins to buy anything in bulk but he didn't seem to mind as he was planning to haggle down any price he came across. His eyes went to look over at Okapi which made him raise an eyebrow.\n\"Okapi do you remember what else we need? I told you not to long ago.\" He asked trying to get the sandwings attention back to shopping."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "{^~ he put the necklace in his bag before moving back over to ficus ~^} \n\n\" Uhhh, we needed fruit, fire fly jars cause some weirdo broke our old ones, and uhhhh- .. I forgot-\""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"If that shopkeeper finds out about that thing you took, I ain't helping you out of it.\" His voice was a bit quieter as to not let dragons who passed by hear. \"\n\"Andd- we need yeast. We're running to low on it for my likin'. But once we are done here I'd like to set up some more decorations in the bar, can you think of anything that might work?\"\nAsking, Ficus stated turning his attention back over to the stores in front of them. He squinted trying to get the sun out of his eyes."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" You won't need to help- I've been, \"Working\" Since way before I met you- and, hm, maybe some of those bone chain like things, or flowers and crystals, \" \n\n{^ he said moving over to another shop and looking at some of the decorative options ~^}\n\n \" Our bar doesn't really have much of a set look-\""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus nodded taking a moment to think. \"I quite like the sound of crystals. They look expensive even if they are cheap and you can make a dragon pay double of it's worth if they break it. Not a bad idea.\" \nHe complimented before continuing to talk. \"But of course our bar has a \"Set look\" It looks like a bar.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Our set look then is \"We can barely afford to make this alcohol but your still gonna drink it\" \n\n{^~ he said in a sarcastic joking matter as he grabbed a bag of yeast, his tail flicking slightly to show he was joking ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus's snarl lifted slightly with a quiet chuckle. He nodded seeing Okapi grab a bag of yeast, in return he placed down a few coins down on the vender selling the yeast. Before They could say anything he gave them a sharp look. \n\"Hope you don't mind carrying everything we're buyin today.\" He added cheekily. \"Now let's get moving I think I saw one of those dragons selling crystals around here somewhere.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Good luck, these shops are like a never ending maze-\" \n\n{^~ he said putting the yeast over his back, being careful not to hurt his wings with the placement looking around a bit as his tail curled to actually be out of the way ~^}\n\n\" So many new shops- yet they all sell almost the same thing-\""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"That's because these dragons can never get an original idea. I know a bar ain't original but at least I'm not saying it's unique when it's obviously not.\" \nFicus ranted, he made his way through a few shops till the point they were near a few venders not selling food. His eye glanced at the shops trying to find the one that might be selling crystals. \n\"So if your ever sellin' something don't be like them, well unless you think you might actually trick a few dragons.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" I'm thinking of putting some of my jewelry up for sale and saying it's real when I know it most likely isn't-\"\n\n {^` he said before going over to a shop with some crystals on display, looking them over a bit ^} \n\n\" What kind of crystals did you want-\" \n\n{^` he asked tilting his head as he looked back at ficus, his ears flopping alittle with the movement ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Sounds like a neat idea, just make sure to move shop every now and then incase dragons find out about it not being real.\"\nFicus stopped talking for a minute to look over the crystals, making a *Hmm* Sound as he did. His talon was pointing at each one he was looking at.\n\"Amethyst, if my memory is serving me right it's quite cheap and pleasant looking.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Sounds good to me\"\n\n {^~ he said taking out some scales he had hidden away in his bag that may or may not of been stolen not earned, putting them up and grabbing a couple different kinds of amethyst ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "As he watched Opaki buy the amethyst, he turned over to a few small rubies cut down for jewelry that seemed more on the expensive side. He picked them up and slid over how every much they costed to the vender, buying them for himself.\n\"As a thanks for shopping with me today, you want anything from here kiddo?\" He asked turning his head"
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "{^` he shook his head alittle his claws stretching slightly as he shook off~^} \n\n\" I don't really want anything, don't wanna have you spending your money on me\" \n\n{° he said giggling alittle as he wasn't used to people just wanting to be nice ~^}b"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus shrugged and backed away from the shop. He placed his rubies in his pouch of coins and stashed it under his wings to make sure it was close by.\n\"It's not like I don't have money to spend but if you say so. We've gotten most if not everything on this list of things we needed today, correct?\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" As far as I can tell yeah\" \n\n{^` he said looking over the stuff they had, looking up at ficus after and mixing one of his earrings cause it was caught up in his sail ~^} \n\n\" Unless you wanna do some off list showing while your here \""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus nodded, his ears turned over to a few dragons talking before talking, his jewelry had clanked together as they moved.\n\"Food sounds like a wonderful idea, we should stop by and buy some lunch. Sounds good?\"\nHe said with a raised eyebrow, already thinking about which shop to stop by to pick up some lunch."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "{^~ his ears perked before he nodded following ficus ~^}\n\n\" Food sounds like a great idea, one of your better ones today\" \n\n{^ he said looking around as well, seeming more then happy with that idea for someone who rarely ever ate ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"My ideas are always great, I have no clue what you mean.\" \nFicus stated with a nod. He continued to walk, taking a deep breath to smell the food shops might be selling.\n\"How about camel strips? Or I could go for some crocodile.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Crocodile sounds better in my opinion\" \n\n{^ he said randomly picking up dropped scales or rings people had a bad habit of not looking for, smiling as he giggled ~^}\n\n\" Poor poor souls, can't even take care of their jewelry-\" \n\n{^ he said turning one of the more expensive looking rings over in his talon before putting it in his bag almost bumping into ficus cause he got distracted by some dragons arguing ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus raised his talon to flick Okapi on the forehead for almost running into him. He turned his attention back to the path ahead looking for a shop selling crocodile skewers.\n\"We are gonna grab some crocodile skewers then. Watch where your goin' kid.\" He reminded. \"Could get some good money for that, make sure not to lose it.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "{^~ he snuffed slightly after being flicked before looking around again ~^} \n\n\" The path is boring to watch though- and there's alot of cool looking shops-\""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"But- you could run into a pissed off dragon and that never ends well, you can glance at shops and still look where your going.\" Ficus huffed, they made it to a shop on the smaller end, they sold a crocodiles and a few other animals. He picked up 4 skewers, 2 for him self 2 for Okapi."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "{^` he nodded a bit, watching where he was going now ~^}\n\n\" Curse you and being right- it's not fair-\" \n\n{^~ he said nodding a greeting to the shop keeper before using his tail to lift ficus's stinger more when a dragonet carelessly almost ran right through their tails ~^}\n\n\" ... Do other dragon tribes forget we have poison- or are dragonets just getting dumber- '"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus did the same as he did when we was buying crystals, he slid over the money for the skewers. \n\"I'm pretty sure their getting dumber, I mean your quite dumb so that proves it.\" He joked, laughing a little bit at his own joke before putting away the pouch of money and handing two of the skewers over to the other sandwing."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Oh hah hah very funny mister eats poison berries just cause it gets him \"Drunker\" Then alcohol (it was most likely a accident the first time) \"\n\n{^` he said taking the skewers and starting to eat, watching the other dragons as they completely ignored the normal shop rules ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"If it works, it works\" \nFicus shrugged, he moved over to be out of the way of the shop Incase any dragon was trying to buy anything. Before taking a bite out of his skewer he paused.\n\"Maybe don't be like me.\" He laughed and then took a bite."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Hey survival of the fittest, half these dragonets are not gonna survive on their own, I think I'm doing just fine while baby sitting you\" \n\n{^~ he said jokingly his tail \"Wagging\" Alittle as he ate ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"*Mhm* Because I'm the one who needs baby sitting.\" \nFicus said sarcastically, he took a last. It's of his first skewer and moved onto the second one.\n\"If I remember correctly didn't you break one of my jars by trying to lean on the counter?\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Hey it was in the way! That wasn't my fault, stupid jar,\" \n\n{^~ he said shaking his head alittle, using his wing to lightly bat ficus's side, finishing his lunch before taking out one of the necklaces in his bag and putting it on liking the shiny gems on the necklace~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"And that's why we were running low on yeast, cause of that 'stupid' jar.\" \nFicus raised a brow. He yawned, the heat of the desert was getting to him as he stayed in one place. \n\"How many of those necklaces you got?\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" .... In this bag alone- errr- around 20? There's 2 bags full at the bar in my room- why?\" (I imagine he just sleeps in a storage closet-) \n\n{^` he said looking up at him curious of why he wanted to know ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"By the moons. You've been collecting a lot of them, and no reason. Was just wondering wondering how many you've managed to 'find'\"\nFicus shrugged, peering at the bag he sarcastically stated, \"Seems like I might snatch a few for myself.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" I like shiny things- and they look best when worn- and you can have some, I don't mind sharing with you, ' \n\n{^ he said separating the jewelry into pockets in the bag so the bracelets and rings weren't mixed up with the necklaces ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus shook his head, his few hanging jewels jangled as he did so. \n\"No, no I think I have quite enough jewelry. And besides jewelry is one of the things I love to buy.\" \nHe finished off his last skewer and he turned over the sticks to his left talon."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Hey I buy mine to, with patience and a keen eye \" \n\n{^ he giggled closing his bag and putting it back around his neck, his wings stretching slightly before tucking again ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"I think we have different ideas of the word 'buying' but okay kid.\" \nFicus rolled his eyes. He adjusted one of his horn rings that had gotten a bit crooked as they walked. He saw a trash can not far and threw his skewer sticks in, tired of holding them."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "{^` he threw away his skewers his ears flopping ~^}\n\n\" Probably, but I like my version better, I get to keep my scales(coins) and I get pretty items \""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"But well known to be illegal. But to each their own.\"\nFicus chuckled with a shrug. He flicked his tail, still making sure it was out of the way from other dragon, he had his stinger dipped in gold not to long ago making it reflect sunlight.\n\"So before we head back to the bar is there anything you wanna do or check out?\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" I don't think so, mostly just wanna head home and finish my chores around the bar so I can check on sear (lizard pet of his)\" \n\n{^~ he said looking around the shops a bit more tho he wasn't looking to buy anything just looking for something to look at, his tail stretching out before curling up again, starting to get used to having it curled up alot now instead of constantly ready to strike ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "A dragon walking by had almost ran into Ficus, which in return made him hiss at the dragon before turning around. \n\"Sounds good to me, I need to start restocking the yeast and a few other items. And also make sure that creature(the lizard) hasn't gotten into anything.\"\nHe stated, adding the comment on the lizard before starting to walk back to the bar."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Hey he's done good so far, all the messes are normally my fault-\" \n\n{^ he said grumbling alittle when some of the shop keepers eyed him funny, tilting his head down more out of habit as he followed ficus ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Suree they were. That lizard gives me the creeps anyway, it's never looking in one direction.\"\nFicus shuddered as he walked. Once again he angled down his wings to let sand fall, after a few moments of walking he found the way to the bar and pushed opened the doors."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Nothing's ever going to sneak up on him \" \n\n{^~ he said giggling, he had always found it funny how ficus was unsettled by sear, following him into the bar he looked around to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be ^}"
}
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{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"But does he really need to lick his eye for that to happen? Like really?\"\nFicus shook his head and checked again to make sure the closed sign was behind the door, as he always does he made sure to check around the bar, more importantly behind the counter to make sure nothing as missing or stolen."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" He doesn't have eye lids ficus- that's how he keeps his eyes wet-\"\n\n{^~ he said in a \"You should know this\" Kind of tone, grabbing his cleaning supplies before he started his chores ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Maybe he should grow some, I don't know. \nFicus stated as he grabbed the bag of yeast they had bought previously and took it behind the counter of the bar. Next he pulled out a jar to restock the yeast. As he did so he also poured himself a glass of something that was behind the bar to sip on as he restocked.\n\"He's a gross little thing.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" You know in a way he's descended from us- he's a dragon without wings-\"\n\n{^~ he said looking up at ficus as he cleaned the floors ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"So like a great-great, how many more greats-grandchild? That is some bad evolution.\"\nFicus snorted taking a sip of his drink before placing it back down in the counter. Soon enough he finished up filling the jar with yeast and went to organizing the drinks under the counter as they got a bit mis-organized."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Hey no one said evolution was gonna do any of us good-' \n\n{^` he said giggling alittle, going to his room and grabbing sear before bringing him to ficus and making the lizards tail touch ficus's shoulder ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus yelled and jumped away from Okapi and the lizard, almost spilling his glass but managed to place it on the counter fast enough.\n\"Yuck! Get that evil thing outta here and back in your room.\" \nHe said staring at the lizards eyes swearing it was glaring at him."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "{^` he laughed alittle before putting sear back in his room and coming back out, a Cheshire grin across his face as he looked at ficus ~^} \n\n\" Relaxxxx, your okay, he don't bite\""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"He definitely does, and don't you have chores to do?\"\nFicus rolled his eyes after finishing his glass and pouring a new one. He pulled out a rag to start wiping up the counter."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Their pretty much done- plus it's not like anyone is gonna be coming around yet, \" \n\n{^` he said going back to cleaning, his wings tucked to his back to avoid hitting anything ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"That's because we're closed today. I do *Not* Want to deal with any more customers after yesterday.\"\nFicus yawned as he continued to wipe the counter, every so often readjusting his rings that began to fall."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Yesterday was very annoying- I don't know what got into dragons yesterday-\"\n\n{^ he said finishing up his chores before laying down on the ground, since they were closed he didn't see why he had to sit at a table ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"I'm betting it's was the heat, a lot of tribes don't seem to do well under the heat of the desert a cloudless day.\"\nFicus said with a shrug before he took the rag he was holding and threw it in a bin and grabbed a fresh one. Which he used to clean the glass he was using for himself."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Feels fine to me, my issue is the sand that never seems to leave- but I guess I can understand why someone like a Rainwing would get alittle grumpy, despite it being almost endless sun time-\""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Some dragons just aren't built for the heat, *Still doesn't give them the right to throw my chairs across the room.*\"\nFicus muttered. The glass he was holding squeaked as he clean it from whatever he was drinking. Soon enough he placed the glass down on the counter."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Do you ever regret becoming a bar tender?\" {^ he asked looking up at ficus, his ears twitching randomly to try and ignore the sounds of animals and dragons outside the bar ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus paused for a heartbeat wondering what to say, he gave a shrug.\n\"On days like yesterday absolutely. But on slow days it ain't half bad.\" He chuckled and continued talking.\n\"Whatca' asking for kiddo?\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Just trying to figure out what I want to do when I am older, you can't make a living off of stealing jewelry,\" {^ he said using his claw to trace marks in the floor ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Makes sense, my advice would be to get an honest and safe job, like a painter or something. Maybe even move out of the scorpion.\"\nFicus leaned on the counter as he spoke, he tapped his claws making a quiet tapping(idk the right onomatopoeia) noise."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" I don't want to leave the scorpion, not for a good long while, don't want to leave you behind,\""
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Gotta sprout your own wings.\"\nFicus barked a laugh, remembering the glass he placed on the counter and placed it back in with the other clean glasses.\n\"Appreciate it though kid.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" I rather not, I like being at the bar with you, \" {^` he said stretching before getting up and grabbing some regular fruit juice, not into alcohol yet he wasn't about to try any ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Well what are your plans for when you're older? Any ideas other than working in this bar?\"\nFicus questioned. He looked around the bar seeing if there was anything to clean or do around the bar. He spotted a a bit of sand that got blown in from the door, grabbing a broom he went to go sweep it up."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Not really- haven't thought that far- didn't see a point in thinking that far-\" \n\n{°~ he said watching ficus as he swirled his drink alittle, watching the liquid ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"It's good to think about your future, getting a head start on a job is always good.\"\nFicus nodded as he spoke, he took a dust pan and swept up the sand he had made into a pile and went to open the door slightly and dumped it out. The sand was mostly out of the bar, though it seemed like no matter how much he may swept it wouldn't go away fully."
}
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{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" ... Hey ficus, how come you don't have any family that comes by? Are they all, ya' know- or do they just not come around?-\" {^~ he asked starting to decorate the bar ~^}"
},
{
"author": "quest.coin",
"message": "Nah I feel that. Love the western accents/"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus only shrugged. He walked around the bar to put the broom back to where it's supposed to be.\n\"From what I know they are gone, I did have a lot of siblings though so maybe they're out there somewhere.\" \nHe didn't really speak with emotion just a \"That's, that\" Tone."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" I ain't got none- watched what happened to them, closest I got is the friends I keep for longer then a couple weeks\" {^~ he said shrugging before sitting down at the customer side of the counter cause he didn't like being behind the counter ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Sounds like you need to learn how to keep some friends.\" \nFicus said bluntly, since they were in an area with no other dragons he uncurled his tail and let it rest on the floor. \n\"What did *You* Do to keep losing these friends, kiddo?\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" I didn't like being in one place very long, wasn't easy when you thought people were out to get ya, they didn't understand my humor and thought I was being rude, thought when I was playing I was tryna pick fights, after that kept happening it just kinda- made it so i didn't see a point in friends really i guess-\" {^~ he said pushing a gem around on the counter as he talked, his ears twitching before going back slightly as if he was keeping something else from that little list from ficus and felt bad about it, ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "Ficus raised a brow, he tried to look sympathetic but it just made his face feel odd so he went back to his normal expression. \n\"Well friends are important, you can rely on them and stuff.\" \nHe wasn't to sure what to say as he could feel Okapi hiding something but he didn't want to press. \n\"Friends are good is what I'm trying to say.\""
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" I see that now- but younger me mostly saw em as snitches-\" {^~ he said resting his head on the edge of the counter, watching outside the window a bit as he was looking for something to look at that was more interesting then the gems ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"Then go make some friends, if you can make enough of em' I'll even let you throw a party here.\"\nFicus was joking about the party but if it got the Sandwing out of the bar when Okapi isn't working he'd let it happen."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" We both know you ain't gonna let me throw no party here, you like your bar clean and not full of dragons who probably won't listen to ya\" {^~ he giggled alittle, tho he did like the idea of trying to make friends, knowing ficus was just trying to make sure he wasn't stuck at the bar for the rest of his life ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"I'd be fine with the mess of a part because I'll just make you clean it up, seems like you don't have enough chores as it is.\"\nFicus said with a snarky grin. This was something he wasn't joking about, he did love to give out chores."
},
{
"author": "okapi",
"message": "\" Next you'll have me making the alcohol if you weren't scared I'd mess it up\" {^~ he laughed alittle smiling some as he knew ficus didn't wanna lose any business just cause he had someone else make the alcohol ~^}"
},
{
"author": "Ficus",
"message": "\"I don't trust your grimy little talons near my supplies. Once you learn how to mix drinks without messing up, I'll think about adding it to your list of chores.\" \nFicus nodded to himself, his earrings clanking together. He rested one of his talons on the counter."
}
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{
"author": "yummy_cheeze",
"message": "Aw shucks, I'm so bad at this 😭"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "You can edit it and it will still work"
},
{
"author": "yummy_cheeze",
"message": "I'll just delete it and try again"
},
{
"author": "Pebble",
"message": "She sits behind the counter of her market stand shouting out to get costumers attention *\"Candies! Best candy in the Scorpion Den! Lollipops, hard candies, sour gummies and much more!\" *She watches as the dragons pass by without even glancing her way. She lets out a defeated sigh. She looks around at the crowd of diverse dragons. In it, she spots a very distinct dragon- the OutClaw leader, Spirium. She shrugs it off. **\"Shes probably off doing some important OutClaw things.\"** She gives shouting another try *\"Candy! Best candies in the Scorpion Den!\"*"
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "Spurium was doing her loop around the Scorpion Den. All the dragons around her either gave her nods and smiles or simply stayed out of her way. It wasn't too terribly long ago that she became the leader of this area. So much work and so little time. It was exhausting at times, especially since she had to monitor how much water she was drinking on the daily. Even so, she was pretty much done with everything as she heard the vendors call out their goods.\n There was one that no one bothered to go near, that being the candies as she glanced back and forth before appearing before the stand, looking curiously at the display as she felt her sweet tooth come back."
},
{
"author": "Pebble",
"message": "Her face seems to light up as she realizes some one has if finally bothered to even look at what she has. She feels a pang of anxiety but lets it go with a a deep breath in and out. \"Good afternoon ma'am! How are you doing this... Hot and sunny afternoon!\" She says cheerfully and with a polite smile. She fidgets with her septum piercing, which is a habit she's had since she got it."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "The hybrid's tail twitched as she was greeted. Spurium raised her head from inspecting the goodies and gave a small smile in return. \n\"Good afternoon. I'm doing well. Just about done with my work and I was looking at your stand.\"\nShe hummed tapping her chin in thought. \nHer charred, black scales were seen all along her talons and tail, a sign of past great fire that she managed to live from. She never told anyone in the Den how she sustained the injuries and let it remain a mystery. \n\"Ooooo- do you have anything sour maybe?\"\nShe asked, flicking her tongue out for a brief moment as if she could taste the sour candies from the air."
}
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{
"author": "Pebble",
"message": "\"Well, I have these sour ropes\" She points at a box of small rope-like gummies. \"And these\" She says, pointing to a box of snake gummies. She points to another box filled with gum balls \"These are like regular gum balls but they're really sour\". She takes notice of the other dragons charred scales. She tries her best to discreetly observe them, not wanting to be rude. \"Ummm, I also have fruit looking ones\" She again smiles politely while pointing to yet another box of sour candies, only these are shaped like a variety of fruit."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "Spurium glanced at the candies as they were pointed out to her with curiosity. A smile grew on her snout as she saw the snake gummies and fruit. \n\"Oh, I am so indecisive... Hmmmm... What do you think, hm?\"\nShe raised her head to meet Pebble's gaze. \nThis was not the first time she had trouble with deciding silly things like this, she liked striking conversation with the vendors in the den. She felt they all deserved to be able to make a profit while they reside in the Scorpion Den. Opportunity was given to all dragons to start anew and thrive."
},
{
"author": "Pebble",
"message": "She hums softly \"Well maybe the fruit because there's a wider variety of flavor?\" She says. Her eyes drift back to the sight of the others charred scales. \"If... If you don't mind me asking, why are your scales like that?\" She says, pointing to them. \"N-not to be rude or anything! I'm just wondering\" She says, understanding how her question could be taken as rude as she also has an abnormality, that being her lack of wings."
},
{
"author": "Spurium",
"message": "\"Mmmm... I do like fruit...\"\nShe murmured, looking down again at the selection. She wasn't paying attention to Pebble's eyes and how they scanned her, even though she was usually fairly good at seeing how others acted. The hybrid was simply too engrossed in sweets to pay attention. \nWhen her scales were question she was going to gently snap at her, which was a habit she had due to being questioned many times before. However, this time her eyes caught her deformity She gave a sigh and calmly answered\n\"Nothing interesting, I promise.\"\nShe smiled gently, taking out her coins and asked\n\"What do you think would be best, hm?\""
},
{
"author": "yummy_cheeze",
"message": "Wait what even is the currency in WoF, I know that scales are a thing on pantala but idk 😭"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "PRETEND ITS THAT IM JUS DUMB"
},
{
"author": "voidly_",
"message": "Coins and scales are what's used here normally)/"
},
{
"author": "yummy_cheeze",
"message": "LOL OKAY THANKS POOKIES"
},
{
"author": "Pebble",
"message": "She nods at the others response to her question, not wanting to be too intrusive. She hums while 'discreetly' looking down at a chart she has to remind herself of the prices of things that hangs below the counter on her side. \"That'll be 5 coins please\" She smiles softly. She grabs a pouch and carefully scoops the candies into it with a large metal spoon. She hands the bag to Spurium, leaning over the counter a little bit due to her smaller size. \"I uh, hope you enjoy!\" She says cheerfully."
}
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{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil stood atop a building, peering at the numerous dragons below. Her careful eyes examined the dragons almost boredly. The glint of gold was nowhere to be seen which disappointed her thoroughly. She sighed, tilting her head boredly. Through her tilted gaze, she spotted a particular dragon, which was rare as she didn't recognise any jewels of them yet. Slightly intrueged, she glided down into one of the alleyways, scanning the crowd for the dragon."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna walked down the busy street, inhaling the smells of the few food stalls around him, he kept his head down for most of his walk however he noticed a SandWing gliding down from a building, he didn't take much notice & decided to ignore her, turning his attention to a small stall selling some exotic looking animals which intrigued him |~|"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| SwissCheese** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"Like the animals do ya?\" She chirped from the shadows. \"Don't worry about that- the prices are way too high. I know a bargain price though.\" Dust Devil said happily, the implication clear from her repuation, but perhaps this dragon didn't know her."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna flinched slightly at the sudden voice but turned to face where it'd come from |~| \"I guess so, they do look cool, but I'd like to hear your bargain just in case I'm about to make a mistake I'll regret\" |~| Goanna said in a calm voice, he didn't know who this dragon was but didn't really care who they were anyway |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She smiled smugly. \"With me, you see what happens, we don't talk.\" She said casually, giving the dragon a daring glance. She would yeild if she had to but she had to know where their morals and beliefs lied."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna gave a simple nod |~| \"Alright, that sounds fine\" |~| Goanna replied calmly, flicking away a small fly from his ear |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She gave a toothy grin. He was right. This will be fun. \"Alright, follow!\" She left the slitting shadows to the bright sun, her dusty, saturated scales envoloping the warm sun. She strided toward the entrance of the stall where the exotic animals chirped and growled. \"Go talk to the main fella.\" She gestured to the stall owner.\n\n\"Just keep him busy.\" She reminded as she trodded off to look closely at a bird of many colours."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna nodded & trotted over to talk to the stall owner |~| \"Excuse me, I was just wondering what sort of animals these are, like the specifics y'know?\" |~| Goanna asked in a polite tone as the stall owner turned to him with a sly grin & began explaining |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil looked too intrueged glancing at the bird, almost as if she'd eat the thing. She kept herself occupied with rummaging her claws in the dust below her, as if trying to find an imaginary lock to pick. Her ears flicked, listening to the progression of the duos conversation."
},
{
"author": "SandWingStallOwner",
"message": "|~| The SandWing turned to face his customer, a small, sand-brown SandWing who looked quite young, he grinned knowing this would be an easy job for him |~| \"Well son, these ones here are exclusive from the Rainforest Kingdom, very valuable, they're called peacocks |~| The stall owner said picking up a rather small cage with a large blue & green peacock inside |~|"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"Ooo, very nice but I'm looking for something more... Useful\" |~| Goanna said, looking past the peacock & over at a pile of cages with a thin layer of cloth over them |~|"
},
{
"author": "SandWingStallOwner",
"message": "|~| The stall owner snorted & followed his gaze, his grin becoming wider knowing that this would mean he could charge the dragon more, he put the peacock down & walked over to the pile, lifting the cloth up & picking up a tank that housed a single adult Dragonbite Viper, he felt impressed with himself as he heard the dragon gasp quietly at the sight |~| \"Ya looking for somethin' like this ey?\""
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil glanced at the dragon she accomponied then past the store owner. She kept her head down, wary her reputaion would get both of them caught before she could snatch something useful."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"By the moons how'd you manage to get a Dragonbite Viper!?\" |~| Goanna exclaimed, exaggerating his wonderment to try & coax the stall owner to ignore his companion who was lurking nearby |~|"
},
{
"author": "SandWingStallOwner",
"message": "\"Well you see kid I found this beauty near the Rainforest & knew that it'd be a useful item to any dragon willing to pay the price\" |~| The stall owner exclaimed before putting the tank on the stall-front letting the SandWing get a better look at the snake |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Her sly grin widened, even if she willed it not to. She casually slid near the duo, trying her best not being suspicious. She was somewhat amused by her companions expression, she quietly snickered before swiping at the cage, the snake hissing. \"Please, it's much more use to us being free so I'll have to.. Borrow this for a while.\""
},
{
"author": "SandWingStallOwner",
"message": "|~| The stall owner let out a loud hiss |~| \"Excuse you *Thief* But I only serve *Civil* Dragons like this fine SandWing here, *Understand*?\" |~| He growled pointing at the darker SandWing before going to grab the tank away from the thief |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"Oi! Dust Devil to you.. Honestly, some dragons\" She rolled her eyes as she shook her head dismissivly, clearly not caring. She bent her arm back, dodging the swing. \"Besides, you shouldn't act so civilised with your scamming ways, I should be the hero here!\" Though she wasn't for sure about him being a scammer, it was always good to assume."
},
{
"author": "SandWingStallOwner",
"message": "|~| The stall owner was taken aback at this accusation, he quickly went over all the ways he could get out of this situation before he lost a potential customer & profit but couldn't think of anything so he simply sat there opening & closing his mouth a few times |~|"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna forcefully stopped a snicker when he saw the stall owner's facial expression & lack of words |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil just flashed him a toothy grin, then glanced toward her companion for a moment and tilted her head, a silent question of whether he wanted the snake or not. She was vunruble to any attack the stall owner, but she figured he was too bamboozled for the moment."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna turned slightly to his companion & nodded, then looked back at the stall owner who continued looking like someone just asked him if water was wet |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"Let's go then!\" She said triumphently and somewhat urgently, clinging the cage as the viper hissed and bared its fangs. \"Don't fly, we're easier targets.\" She warned and left without confirmation of whether he would listen or not."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna was dumbfounded for a split second before he heard the stall owner give loud yell & he knew he should probably follow her, he ran after her & caught up with her in a few seconds as he heard the stall owner roar out in anger at the duo as they ran off with the Viper in their claws |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil loved the adreniline pumping in her. She knew she could lose the stall owner easy in the busy streets of the Scorpion Den, but she turned to an open area with fewer dragons. The best part of stealing was the chase, after all."
},
{
"author": "SandWingStallOwner",
"message": "|~| The stall owner quickly recovered after realising that the two dragons had just stolen his most valuable item |~| \"HEY! GET BACK HERE!\" |~| He roared loudly & angrily but knew he couldn't leave his stall in fear he would get robbed which would be worse if he lost the two of them, so he simply glowered in their direction with anger & hatred plastered on his yellow-white face |~|"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna followed her closely, trying to keep track of her among the sea of dragons that gave them curious or disapproving looks but didn't do anything to stop them either because they didn't care or they thought they'd be caught soon |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She turned back, and slowed down slightly, mocking him with a silly expression. \"Or what? You'll give us a slap on the wrist? Oh no! I'm so scared\" She shouted patronisingly, twisting through the streets, navigating her way to an alley she had mapped in her mind."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna waved to the stall owner quickly before continuing running, making sure he didn't run into anyone who was in his way |~|"
}
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{
"author": "Lichen",
"message": "A rather small Mudwing was walking down the streets of the Scorpion Den around mid-day. He grumbled softly, panting as he seemed to stumble across the sandstone street, often bumping into those he was too close to. He wore a scar around his eyes. He looked almost like he was overheating, and was entirely on-edge. He looked like an.. Injured animal, trying to get to safety. He seemed to certainly be on a mission.\n\"Ugh.. By the moons, I can't.. .. Can't..\"\nHe trailed off, not fully even conscious of what he was saying."
},
{
"author": "wearyourseatbelts",
"message": "Cardinal darted through the busy street, Cardinal using their size to their advantage to dodge dragons without being trampled. They studied the dragons around them, making sure to get to through the safest path, making sure which dragons looked safe to pass by, and which one's who had seemed dangerous to encounter. Cardinal then slide through a group of SandWings, getting themselves to the wall as close as they could to avoid the oncoming dragons.\n\n*(sorry this took a bit!)*"
},
{
"author": "Lichen",
"message": "He groaned softly, pushing through the crowd and eventually finding his way right next to Cardinal. He laid down in the minimal shade from the building, spreading out as much as possible to dispel body heat. He didn't seem to notice Cardinal at all, though, just trying his darnedest not to die of heat exhaustion."
}
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{
"author": "wearyourseatbelts",
"message": "Cardinal continued to stay close to the wall, not noticing the MudWing right away. Cardinal then turned to the MudWing, studied their appearance for a moment, before feeling something crawling on their talons. Looking down, they saw a small, scrawny mouse, it's nose twitching vigorously. Cardinal let out a startled yelp, jumping about a foot into the air, landing onto the sand with a thump. A few dragons looked at Cardinal, some with disgust, a few with curiosity, and of course, a few who looked quite amused to see a dragonet scared of a such a thing. The mouse sprinted off, crawling under a fruit stand."
},
{
"author": "Lichen",
"message": "He slowly lifted his head as Cardinal jumped, head tilting slightly. He groaned, before letting his head flop back down onto the paved roadside.\n\"... Water. Please..\"\nHe muttered, seemingly begging Cardinal for their help. He was able to muster up enough strength to reach out to them, voice raspy.\n\"Too hot.. Again.\""
},
{
"author": "wearyourseatbelts",
"message": "Cardinal turned to the MudWing, tilting their head. \"Water?\" Cardinal looked around for something for the MudWing to drink, then spotting the fruit stand. Right beside the fruit stand, on each side, lay a small shelf of fruits. On one of the shelves, a small stack of coconuts. \"Would coconut water work?\" Cardinal said, looking at the MudWing with a hint of concern."
}
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{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Arriving at the valley she frowned. She had expected more of a chase. Nethertheless, she let her eyes adjust to the cool light and for her breathing to slow down. She settled down the cage, the snake agitated in its confined walls."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna skidded to a stop behind her, heaving heavily at the adrenaline he'd just gotten before stepping over to where the vipers tank was & picking it up, analysing the snake as it hissed & moved aggressively around the tank |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"Who said that was your snake?\" She asked, her expression stern. She let a soft growl releash from her throat, a laugh threatening to escape."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna looked over at her, a look of confusion crossed his face for a second before he place the snake at his talons |~| \"Well, wasn't that the reason we just stole from that stall owner?\" |~| Goanna asked, sliding the snake closer to him, he wasn't one to start a fight but he'd fight if he had to |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She couldn't believe this. How was he serious? She wouldn't go back on her word.. That wasn't right.. She had no use for something so squirmish and wriggly. She continued a glare, afraid if she spoke she'd burst out laughing."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna gave a quiet snort & picked up the viper, preparing to leave & go back to the rich family he worked for, hopefully they would let him keep the viper |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil tried to speak, but ended up laughing instead \"You should've seen your-\" More laughs. \"You-you-\" She laughed like a hyena, then coughed to regain her composure. \"You're so serious it's hilarious.\"\n\nDust Devil thought about how the echoes of laughter flitted through the alley and could alert dragons. She didn't check either way, though, because what's life without a little surprise?"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna gave a small chuckle |~| \"I've been told that I'm a very serious dragon, I'm not stranger to it by now\" |~| Goanna said, chuckling a few more times |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She smiled. \"Told ya I could get a discount. Stupid stall-owner was gonna price your tail for that viper. Or not. I dunno. EIther way, he took me seriously- Pff-\" She made a disapproving sound, smiling in pity,.\n\n\"Who are you anyway? Can't trust a dragon who can't speak their own name I say.\" She paused, thinking for a moment. \"Unless they're a dragonet.\""
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna studied the SandWing for a minute before exhaling |~| \"Goanna, who are you?, if that stall owner knew you you must be pretty famous or something but it's strange I don't recognise you if you are\" |~| Gonna remarked, tilting his head slightly at her |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"I'm offended that you don't know me! I'll have to steal from more important dragons...\"She said in mock disappointment, shaking her head dismissively for a second, then piped: \"I'm Dust Devil. Nicknamed Dusty by my mates and Devil by my enemies.\" She snickered."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"Perhaps you will, hm nice name, I've got a friend of mine with the exact same name though he's a hybrid not a complete SandWing\" |~| Goanna said, the last part was more toward himself than to Dust Devil |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"Oh do you now?\" She said, raising a brow somewhat interested. \"What hybrid may I ask?\""
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "I think imma hit the hay, continue tmmr?"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"A SkyWing-SandWing if I remember correctly, his father is a SandWing & his mother is a SkyWing\""
}
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{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Hey! All good for continuing now?"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| SadDuck** Leveled up!\nℹ **|** Level up messages can be disabled for the guild with `owo level disabletext`"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Hola! Yep I'm fine with continuing now"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"Ah, alright. Clearly not as good as me though.\" She laughed, smiling toothily as she flapped her wings once as if to bring attention to them. \"Where ya headed anyway? You seemed- well too interested and not wary enough in those streets.\" She referenced."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna shuffled uncomfortably before pointing to a large, fancy looking house |~| \"Just over there\""
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"Ooh!\" Dust said quite exitedly, her mind unwravelling as she thought of all the things she could take, better yet the chase. \"You wouldn't mind me comin' in? I'd looove to see all the treasures you hold- or not hold once I'm done.\" She laughed some more, knowing whether this dragon would agree or not she would still steal from him. \"Dunno how I didn't see that earlier,\" Dust Devil mused to herself."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"I mean sure, I don't think Mr. Dromedary would mind if I brought a guest over...\" |~| Goanna mumbled to himself, furrowing his brow slightly in though while he tapped his claws against the glass tank of the Dragonbite Viper as it hissed at him |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Editing message:\n```Dust Devil blinked. Was this dragon being serious? Who would willingly give up their treasures? Was her implication not clear enough or did he not care? /ah well,/ she thought. \"Let's go then! I'm sure Mr. Droedray would love to meet me- and your snake, of course.\" She mistook his name, but it didn't matter to her. Who cares for a name of a dragon you're going to forget? Though this, she wasn't sure Goanna was going to leave her mind with his funny ways. She left without waiting for a reply, already bounding off to the luxiourous house, her barb shaking that of a rattlesnake, except it soon stilled after beginning. She wasn't the best with names, anyway.```"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna quickly ran up to her, his talons sending small clouds of dust into the air with each talonstep he took, he looked over at the luxurious house & gave a faint, barely visible smile, the house had been his home since he was 6, he was adopted, or well, purchased from the after being there for a few years, he didn't have many good memories of the orphanage but he did have a few good ones, most of them were more toward his adoption/purchase though |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil rolled her eyes at the dragon who seemed abit younger than her. Shaking her head, she glanced up at the home he and she both stood at. She glanced back at Goanna, her off-white irises gleaming in the light. \"Well? Do I just waltz in?\" She glanced at the door, tilting her head. She normally wouldn't have a care, but truly she was testing his reaction. Dust Devil was trying to figure out if he'd really let a theif, who he'd seen in action, into such a luxiourous home."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Ye, just react to them with the \"📝\" Emoji"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna looked over at Dust Devil, his mind wondering if he should actually let her in, after all she had stolen... But then again he was also an accessory to the thievery, with a small nod he trotted into the house, lavish furniture was displayed neatly as multiple servants tended to cleaning, a few of them looked up with confusion on their faces at the sight of the dragon accompanying him but still gave a polite wave to the two, he waved back & continued walking through the house|~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Surprised, Dust Devil trotted beside him with longing glances toward the gold spotted around the room. She smiled at the servants, though was equally more surprised that there were servants. With this information alone, she figured the family, his family, had earned or stolen (granted many theives Dust Devil knew didn't live lavish lives so she dismissed the thought) the wealth, and there was alot of it. She couldn't help but fantasise about the gold she could be surrounded by, her reflection the only one which was needed. She eyed jewels on a mantelpiece they were walking past and smiled. She tentavily stole a small ring in a bowl with her talon (?) on the edge of her wing. Her movements were natural and confident, doing so possibly a thousand times before."
}
] | 64 | 984 |
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{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil simply smiled and bowed her head not only to establish respect but to reform her face to a more regal features rather than her usual casual smile. Her brows, though, were slightly furrowed, a glint of her eyes revealed a sly dragon and ill-intentions. Her posture straightened as she spoke. \"I beg forgiveness for my intrusion,\" Dust Devil surprised herself with her own fancy words. They didn't seem like her at all. Perhaps she had overheard a servant once and it hitched into her memory. Nethertheless she continued. \"I'm Dust Devil, Mister.\" She paused suddenly, forgetting the name already. She figured the scentence was good enough, though so she held his gaze, the wealth in the details of just the dining table catching the corner of her eye."
},
{
"author": "MirageNPC",
"message": "|~| Mirage looked down her snout at Dust Devil, a glint of distrust wavered in her eyes |~| \"Goanna dear, as much as we don't mind guests you know how we feel about random dragons right? |~| Mirage said in a silky smooth voice, grinning at Dust Devil & Goanna |~| \"You also should know how untrustworthy SandWings can be in a place like this, how do you know she's not a thief? She could rob us blind!\" |~| Mirage went on dramatically, placing a talon over her chest |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Laughter threatened to emerge from the sound of her strangely posh voice. She glanced at Goanna. He had seen her steal the very snake and yet his supposed mother was more cautious than him. The irony made her smile. \"Excuse me, Miss, but surely I am not a 'random dragon?' I'm quite known around the Den.\" She said, implying the wanted posters she had seen around a fair bit. \"Besides,\" She began casually, drawing out the word as her toothy smile widened. \"Goanna would not have invited me if I had not.. Convienced him in my company.\""
},
{
"author": "MirageNPC",
"message": "|~| Mirage cocked an eyebrow at Dust Devil & Goanna before rolling her eyes & turning to face a servant who was walking by |~| \"You there, get us two extra plates for Goanna & his *Friend*\" |~| Mirage turned & faced Dust Devil |~| \"Surely you must be famished, would you like to stay for some dinner with us?\" |~| Mirage asked, a small smug grin formed on her face |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil glanced around the room, suddenly uncomfortable. Yes the space was big, but it was tight with treasures that took form of most ordinary objects. The want of spreading her wings became irritable, but it seemed before she could answer she was sitting down at the table. Her eyes focused on a window which allowed lazy rays of sunshine to flit through as dusk slowly approached. Her mind sharpening at the lazy light that hit her face, making her squint, she finally said, \"Sorry- I got distracted. Of course.\" Perhaps she could snatch their belongings as she would inevitablly leave, but it seemed less likely as the sky invited her so."
},
{
"author": "DromedaryNPC",
"message": "|~| Dromedary looked at Goanna & Dust Devil as they sat down |~| \"Goanna, may you be a sport & help the servants? |~| Dromedary asked as Goanna gave a polite nod, got up & trotted to away through a large, gold framed door before looking at Dust Devil once more |~| \"So, your Dust Devil right?\" |~| Dromedary asked, noticing how uncomfortable she was becoming |~|"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna sat down quietly at the large table, looking up as Dromedary asked him to help the servants, with a polite nod he god up & walked through a door & into the large kitchen, listening to anything the cooks asked him to do/get |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil looked toward Goanna with a tilt of her head. She didn't ask though, as Dromedary had distracted her line of thought. \"Oh- of course! Earned my name from the streets,\" She commented, grinning proudly. Perhaps she should be more formal, but that lacked her patience. She internally thanked him, for she felt more free, in a way."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Sorry I had to feed my dogs,"
},
{
"author": "DromedaryNPC",
"message": "\"Ah alright, may I ask how you met Goanna? Normally he just gets what he's asked to get & returns\" |~| Dromedary remarked, ignoring Mirage's disapproving expression |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"Well, I overheard this SandWing making deals for that pet,\" She gestered with a talon, nodding modestly at the cage where the viper bared its fangs at her, obviously remembering the rough transport she'd given. Dust Devil rolled her eyes and continued with a smirk \"So, I helped him out with a deal of my own. You never know how much the merchants steal when someone gives their money willingly.\""
},
{
"author": "DromedaryNPC",
"message": "\"Ah I see, Goanna's a good SandWing y'know, an even better servant at that, I'd hate to know he was just running around with a common thief\" |~| Dromedary said, giving a polite job of respect to Dust Devil |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil wrinkled her snout at the word 'common', though she was distracted to say enough about it. \"A servant?\" He had acted so friendly and in her eyes he seemed above the other servants, walking in which he seemed assertive. \"Pardon my surprise,\" She said, reIising she'd lost some of her composure. \"But I thought he was your son?\""
},
{
"author": "MirageNPC",
"message": "|~| Mirage gave a small chuckle |~| \"No dear Goanna isn't our son, however we treat him like one, we purchased his from that little down the street, they were getting so full they were practically throwing dragonets out!\" |~| Mirage said with a disapproving head shake |~| \"We took him in when he was only 3, apparently his father died & his mother had left because she was a musician & couldn't stick around, bless their souls\" |~| Mirage commented sympathetically |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil blinked. \"Oh, right.\" Was all she said. She half wondered what a mother would be doing to be so busy. A musician? Really? Then again, she had no family to begin with, so she figured not to look much into it. Though this, she couldn't help but wondering whether it was enough to love and then lose or to be never loved and wonder what would've happened. \"That's a burden, isn't it?\" She inquired vaguely, thinking of his previous situation. Though her words, it could be interpreted differently."
},
{
"author": "DromedaryNPC",
"message": "\"It is, the poor dragon took awhile to come out of his shell\" |~| Dromedary muttered, looking over at the kitchen door where the sounds of talonsteps were coming from |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She too glanced toward the door, her tongue flicking."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna walked through the large kitchen door & back into the dining room carrying a large plate of camel shish kebab with a few cooks in tow who were carrying more plates, as they placed them down the sight was truly something to behold, plates of roasted lizard, date cookies, dried figs, biscuits, bread & more were set in front of them neatly as bottles of cactus cider & agave nectar were placed on the tables centre, after placing everything down Goanna sat back down near Dust Devil as he thanked the cooks who in return gave polite head nods in return |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil couldn't believe the amount of food they were given. Her mouth watered at the smell of it all. She was used to dainty loaves of bread which, admittedly, weren't the worst, but still the dry loaves were nothing compared to this. Before anyone could say something, she scoffed down a kebab, eating greedily at the nice food. Who knew she'd get free food and free jewels? She washed it down it with the cactus cider, enjoying the burning sensation it permitted as the drink moved down her throat."
},
{
"author": "MirageNPC",
"message": "|~| Mirage looked at Dust Devil with a look of disgust that could kill an elephant |~| \"My my, have you not eaten in a while dear?\" |~| Mirage asked with an indignant voice, eyeing her husband, daughter & Goanna who didn't seem to take much notice as they ate calmly & slowly |~| \"Or do you live in a situation where you eat fast or don't eat at all?\" |~| Mirage asked, trying to not scoff at Dust Devils eating habit & speed |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil smiled. She knew she should provide a reason calmly, but the look on her face made her forget such dignity. \"Excuse me, but I thought my manners were quite dignified for such an event. Perhaps I should lower my standards for you? After all, your own manner is.. Putrid to say the least.\" She said, mocking her voice and tone. She took another kebab and chomped on it greedily."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna stifled a snicker at Dust Devil's impression of Mirage & quietly ate a date cookie, taking a small sip of agave nectar occasionally |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil shot Goanna a toothy grin after gulping down the kebab, the flavours intoxicating. \"Well? Do you have anythin' to say for yourself? Defend your honour? Because really- I would hate to sit in silence.\""
},
{
"author": "MirageNPC",
"message": "|~| Mirage gave Dust Devil a death glare but simply continued to eat, ignoring her completely |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil growled quietly to herself, her mood stampered by the little reaction. Allowing herself to gnaw on the stick, her slumped posture and tilted head, her eyes wandered to the gold and jewels. She admired a vase which was a beautiful, detailed gold with flawless jewels embedded in the sides as the vase swooped upward and out, in its place, some rare desert flowers."
},
{
"author": "DromedaryNPC",
"message": "\"So, Dust Devil, what \"Heritage\" Are ya from hm? If y'know what I mean that is\" |~| Dromedary asked, his face didn't have much emotion as he looked up at her from his plate |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Editing message:\n```Dust Devil straightened her posture, her brows furrowing as she felt slightly patronised. His face was indifferent which was a change that Dust quizzed over. She took out the kebab stick and stole a glance at the vase before meeting his eyes. With forced casual-ness in her voice, she simply shrugged, her wings softly lifting and falling at her sides. \"Dunno.\" She supposed she should say more, but she had nothing else to say.```"
},
{
"author": "DromedaryNPC",
"message": "|~| Dromedary nodded & went back to his meal, after about 20 minutes he signalled for a few servants to come & take their plates away with Goanna helping them as they all scurried into the kitchen |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She watched almost boredly as dragons scurried and slithered away, their movements too calculated and well, regal? Perhaps not, but it seemed like it to Dust. \"What is your job, may I ask?\" Her gaze sloped over to the two remaining dragons at the table. She had to will herself not to look at the vase again. Her white irises gleamed in the firelight of the flickering candles that sat on the table which had recently been brought out."
},
{
"author": "MirageNPC",
"message": "\"Well darling I work as a fashion designer, y'know making fancy clothing for dragons while Dromedary works as a real estate agent for poorer households\" |~| Mirage said, casting Dust Devil a grin |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"So you play dress up while he does all the dirty work?\" She scoffed, mocking her. \"And who said I was poor?\" 'Once I'm done here I'll swimming in riches,' she thought, but did not say as she wanted ruffle her up more before leaving. \"Surely you of all dragons won't go back on an implication?\" Dust Devil's grin broadened."
},
{
"author": "MirageNPC",
"message": "|~| Mirage simply stared her down, clicking her tongue a few times before speaking once again |~| \"Oh dear we can just tell your poor, just look at you, you have the table manners of a MudWing, you don't seem particularly shiny either, are you sure you're not a MudWing in disguse?\" |~| Mirage laughed, smugly grinning at Dus Devil |~|"
},
{
"author": "DromedaryNPC",
"message": "\"Mirage! That is enough!\" |~| Dromedary said sternly, eyeing Mirage who in return gave him a wounded look |~| \"I will *Not* Have you insult our guest! Even if she doesn't have etiquette she is still a guest!\" |~| Dromedary continued as Mirage simply looked down seeming defeated |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "```Dust Devil did little to hide her snicker, her eyes daring as she stared Mirage down. Her snicker sounded like a repeated happy hiss. But she soon stopped the snicker, confused. It was strange for a dragon to defend her so. She was confused by this strange empathy the stanger she was planning to steal from. She didn't allow herself to ponder such words, shaking off the feeling. \nEditing message:\n\"Perhaps you two should know my occupation,\" Dust Devil began after concluding mocking her once again would most likely earn a disapproving or sad look from Mr. Dromdary which Dust for some reason didn't want. Maybe she'd earn a disapproving look after she'd finish talking, but perhaps shock would drum out the look he'd possibly give her. Dust Devil was confused of these feelings, like sand under her scales. Foreign. She couldn't try to grow closer, considering the mess of the foreign feelings flooding her. \n\"I'm disappointed none recognised me earlier despite never meeting.\" She started once again, giving a casual, toothy grin, unrevealing to her inner turmoil. It was surprisingly hard to say those words. It would've been alot easier if he hadn't defended her. \n\"I'm a well- well maybe not well-renowned considering you don't know me..\" She muttered, then piped, \"Anyways, I'm a theif! And it's sad that none of you have discovered all that is missing.\" She smiled. This was good. The emotions under her scales felt like they disappeared, sliding away freely- mostly. Suddenly, she jumped across the table (knocking some things over as she landed), snatched the vase with no care and smiled. \"I'll wait for you if you can find me. Caio!\" And with that, she pounded out of the room and through the house.```"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna walked back through the doors with a confused expression, he'd heard the disturbance & decided to come check it out |~| \"What happened, where's Dust Devil?\" |~| Goanna asked, stepping over to the table, looking at where the missing vase was |~|"
},
{
"author": "MirageNPC",
"message": "\"Well *Dear* The SandWing you brought over was indeed a *Thief* & she just robbed us of our *Vase* |~| Mirage said in a remarkably calm voice, pointing to where Dust Devil had run off to |~|"
},
{
"author": "DromedaryNPC",
"message": "\"Goanna. I trust that you are able to go get our *Guest* & return our vase?\" |~| Dromedary said, giving Goanna a slight nod |~|"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna was slightly dumbfounded but nodded & ran after Dust Devil, his claws slightly clicking against the polished floor as he ran |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "```Instead of leaving, Dust Devil left for upstairs courting through the halls with certainty when in reality she had no idea where she was. The weight of the vase was heavier than anticipated, which she should've expected, as it was gold, afterall. She assumed a pure gold, as her arm started to ache as she held the vase against her chest. She grunted but continued, her keen eyes quickly scanning each room as she ran past. Something made her stop, though. Not gold or any other valuable item: paper. She couldn't tell why she carefully stepped through the room, a moonbeam shining dully on multitudes of paper as well as scrolls. She tilted her head. Creeping closer, she noticed it was concluded with ink shaped with designs of multitudes of outfits, which admittitly, was elegant like the dragon who designed them. Perhaps a little pushy and arrogent too, considering the sharp angles and large designs. She would've thought nothing of it if not for the knowledge gained from Mirage herself. Her smile didn't meet her eyes. Sitting on her back legs for a moment, she rolled up the scrolls and paper and put it in the vase, stopping for a moment to admire her bouquet.```"
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna jogged through the halls, looking in each room in search of Dust Devil before stopping just before Mirage's boutique & peeking in, spotting Dust Devil putting some scrolls into the stolen vase & admiring the boutique |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "In the corner of her eye, Dust Devil caught a flicker of movement. She turned around, her back facing the window. \"Ah, Goanna,\" She smiled, still clutching the vase. \"I thank you for the convienience, though I must be headed off now.\"\n\nShe readjusted her stature, regaining her balance."
}
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{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"Wait!\" |~| Goanna began, clearing his throat slightly |~| \"You shouldn't take that vase, I know you're a thief & all but it's not worth stealing that vase trust me, I've seen a house that has vases made of pure diamond!\" |~| Goann said, pacing over to the window & pointing to a large, two story house with a fence & two mean looking SandWings beside the door |~| \"It's that house right there in fact, I've been there once & they ow a whole room full of diamond & gold vases, ornaments & antiques for you to steal!\" |~| Goann exclaimed turning back to face Dust Devil & extending his talon for the vase |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil hissed, moving backward. Her arm wavered, obviously tired. \"Please,\" She began almost too casually, \"Why would one own so many vases? Please, if you're going to lie, try harder.\" She didn't know whether it was a lie or not, but it seemed like one. \"If you should pardon me, I'll be going now,\" She took a steady step toward the window and prepared her wings for flight."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna crinkled his nose slightly |~| \"Why would I lie? I have no reason to lie, especially not about a wealthy family lie them, I also wouldn't advise flying with that vase, you seem a little exhausted from carrying it & you may drop it while flying, that wouldn't be good for either of us would it?\" |~| Goanna asked in a rhetorical way, not really expecting an answer |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She paused, blinking. \"Why are you helping me?\" Her brow furrowed, skeptical."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"Well, I mean, it's just the kind of dragon I am I guess\" |~| Goanna said sheepishly with a small shrug |~|"
},
{
"author": ".sadduck.",
"message": "Imma be afk for a 5 mins"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil blinked, thinking for a moment. \"Well, cya.\" With that she leapt out of the window, spreading her wings wide as she just caught herself with the cold wind before hitting the dusty, rocky pavement below. With both arms now avaliable, she tucked them around the vase and cradled it in her palms as she flew off, her flight low and near the streets as if finding her next prey. Noticing something, she swooped down into an alley."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna watched as she flew off, after a moment he flew after her, keeping out of sight as he landed near where she'd gone |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil laid the vase down on an old matress before landing in the familiar alley. Though this, it seemed too quiet. Dust Devil looked around boredly, readjusting her wings as she stretched. \"Look, I know you're there snail-brain. So hurry up and show yourself before I go to sleep.\""
},
{
"author": "Theif Friend NPC",
"message": "\"Aw, come on you're no fun.\" He teased, appearing from the shadows. He had a white mask and a bit of an accent for a SandWing living in the Scorpion Den. He also seemed above it all, despite being anchored with dust, which, of course was inevitable."
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil rolled her eyes bumping his shoulder playfully as he approached, standing by her. \"You think I should become a florist?\" She asked, gestering the rolled up paper and scrolls which poked out of the vase."
},
{
"author": "Theif Friend NPC",
"message": "\"Pff- I'd like to see you sell that. What are they anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "\"I'm not selling it- they're good firestarters!\" She announced, wrinkling her snout at him, hiding her true intentions. \"Besides they're only a few designs for stuff. Barely significant.\""
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna watched the two from around a large box, keeping out of sight of the two as they conversed with one another |~|"
},
{
"author": "Theif Friend NPC",
"message": "His draped white cloak flowed as he went to tap the gemstones embedded in the vase. \"Impressive, it's real.\" He commented, tilting his head in surprise. \"Yeah well you're not gettin' it.\" Replied Dust Devil, who, despite her smaller size, her determination was scary enough. \"Relax, it's all yours.\" He replied, feeling the gold once more, smiling fondly with a sad glint in his black eyes."
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil scoffed. \"Alright, out! Scram!\" She announced to her friend harshly, but there was mirth in her eyes. She tsked as he left. \"Good for nothin' theif.\" She muttered loud enough for her friend to hear. He barked a laugh that echoed through the alley, calling back: \"Doublecrosser!\" In which Dust Devil scoffed once again, smiling as she readjusted the vase to be beneath her mattress.\n\nTentatively, she grabbed a piece of paper, unwrapping it to reveal a beautiful design that Dust Devil wouldn't admit she liked."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna stayed where he was, quietly observing until he accidentally kicked a small bottle his talon, making a rolling noise, he quickly ducked around the box, looking for a place he could slip into |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil perked up, ear flicking. She growled. Rolling the paper back up and putting it inside the vase. With a few wingbeats she managed her way to the sound. She knew she should probably defend instead of being offensive, but what story what that make? \"Look, Friend, I know you want the vase, but really? Sneaking up on me again?\" She mused to herself, though she wasn't sure if it was him or not. Her shoulders were tensed as she peered at the box, slowly pacing toward it."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "|~| Goanna continued to slink around the box, squeezing between the wall & the edgs before finding himself behind Dust Devil, he stayed still as she moved towards the box before creeping over & taking the vase from under the bed, almost falling over due to the weight of it before catching himself & taking off, accidentally hitting something with his tail while hoping Dust Devil didn't hear it |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "Dust Devil did, in fact, hear the bottle crash on the ground, sending broken glass flying. \"Oi! Just 'cause I live on the streets doesn't mean I don't value not piercing my foot every time I step!\" She yelled, grumbling as she took flight. She lazily flew behind him, gliding most of it. \"I rightfully stole that you know!\" She beat her wings faster, flying just underneth him, getting ready snatch the vase back."
},
{
"author": "Goanna",
"message": "\"By the snakes\" |~| Goanna mumbled under his breath as he heard Dust Devil fly after him, as he noticed her getting ready to snatch the vase back he suddenly pulled back, the air current pushing him away from Dust Devil as he turned around & flew towards the to try & lose her in the crowd |~|"
},
{
"author": "Dust Devil",
"message": "She hissed at the disappearence, huffing (as all she wanted to do was sleep,) she took a sharp turn, only just seeing him land in the bustling marketplace."
}
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{
"author": "Hamada",
"message": "With a strong reluctance to get outside, Hamada entered the alley. He took a few moments to look around and noticed how... Old everything seemed. Hamada lowered himself and stretched his limbs a little before his eyes began to relax more and more. With a sigh of satisfaction, he will at last get some rest. Would it be possible for him to simply spend a few hours here and have some alone time to think things through?"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Just as Hamada's thought of rest ran through his mind, a sudden wetness dropped on top of their snout. Red. A dark red drop splattered into even smaller drops and nearly surprising the Sandwing's eyes as well. Obviously it would pull his attention above his head- and onto a surprising sight that meant anything but rest for him.\nOn a balcony of a hotel a Skywing, wearing couple of jewellery that was visible from all the way up there- just as the Sandwing that has just cut the throat of that wealthy dragon. Soon there would be blood raining down on the mafioso... But also the acid green murderous gaze of that mysterious killer- that just turned around like a gust of wind, vanishing over the roofs. There was no way that Sandwing was known to Hamada- and there was also no way he'd let him escape after murdering just in front of his eyes in the territory of their mafia."
},
{
"author": "Hamada",
"message": "With his talons extended to his snout, Hamada saw that blood was seeping onto it in a red substance. Rolling his eyes, Hamada looked up and said, \"Hey you know, it is very rude to disturb my sleep and at the same time, kill on the territory of the mafia residing in this part of pyrrhia!\"He shot up, beginning to pursue him. \"You know, if you had murdered them somewhere else, you would have avoided us both so much trouble!\"\n\n\nIf he showed any indication of free will, he would just quit pursuing them, but naturally, he was unable to do so for fear of upsetting his boss."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "\"Too bad but I don't give a shit about pathetic mafias~!\" The Sandwing called over his shoulder, dodging quite elegantly chimneys before grabbing the edge of the end of the roof to pull himself down- just to fake his fall by barrel rolling himself to the side and ducking his head under a bridge connecting two larger buildings. \"I can't hear ya all the way back there~\" He shouted through the close walls, having no trouble keeping his speed and agility in tight spaces where you can barely spread your wings. Speaking of wings- for some odd reason the wings of that 'bad guy' had reddish-brown scales sewed to some kind of a coat- attached to metal rings on each claw of his wing skeleton. Mudwing scales perhaps? Whatever that accessory was- it didn't seemed to bother him flying with a second layer of dead membranes like a loosened dog."
},
{
"author": "shadyperson_",
"message": "Hs:\"Oh, you will regret this!\" Hamada's expression had gone a tad bit crazed. \"You know, I am very well known around here for killing ´rule breakers´.\" After the rule breaker, rolling and ducking to stay clear of impediments. Once more, Hamada chuckled, \"Too afraid to look me in the eye? Too scared, eh?\" He had better things to squander his energy on, so he wasn't really trying all that hard to catch up to the other Sandwing.\n\nRunning, Hamada fixed his gaze on the Sandwing. Did he have on a coat of mudwing scales? That seemed a little excessive to Hamada."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "His gaze fell behind his shoulder again, grinning towards his playful hunter \"Scared-? Nah~ bored in fact!\" Silencer shouted before ducking under another bridge- this time tho showing his front talons into the sandy structure, the sound of creaking metal echoing too late for his hunter to react -and so before Hamada could stop in front of the small bridge Silencer used his speed he built up to grab a hold onto the bridge's roof to swung himself over it, gliding over couple of dragons before landing directly on his chaser's back. Due to the sudden collision one pair of wings couldn't hold two dragons at once- and so both crashed down into couple of wooden boxes with belongings to the shops around- \nSilencer gave a huff as he grabbed a hold on Hamada \"...Not only bored- but also disappointed how y'all with such terrible *God complex*...\" He began, and just as the dusty clouds around them began to set Hamada could feel a sudden stressful pressure around his neck- a check of his talons would feel a chain being pulled tighter and tighter, slowly but surely cutting off his oxygen \"...That always drives you into situations like this...\" He continued. From the corner of his eye Hamada could see some kind of whip- but constructed with a chain and a weight attached to the end of it, both endings tightly held in the assassins talons.\n\"Now- I assume this street is already a block outside your territory... So I might consider not spilling blood here if you're willing to do me a favor~\""
},
{
"author": "shadyperson_",
"message": "Hs:You do realize that my mafia is one of the bigger ones, so you may be right on their border,\" Laughed Hamada, winking a little. \"Still, I'll be happy to assist you.\" His oxygen supply was gradually running out, so he found it difficult to even speak. Once more, he smiled and said, \"This is going to be interesting. I presume you're going to ask why I'm willing.\"\n\n \"I just am bored, that's all, that would be my a-answer!\" He choked out.\n\nWith a slight struggle, his eyes narrowed. \"B-but tell me, couldn´t you just move further down to avoid us , the mafia living here, and then murder s-someone?\""
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "\"Damn-\" Silencer mumbled before letting go off one end of his whip, slowly curbing the chain up on his belt around his waist. It was nearly bizarre how quickly he let his guard down as he stepped off the fellow Sandwing's back, tho still having one feet pressed on his tail. \"...Quite rare finding someone *That insane* In a mafia. 'Ouh- I'm so bored! Ima cooperate with an assassin so he can kill the heads of the mafias\" He waved with his hands while toning his voice differently, sounding terribly goofy as intended- probably just as intended as to insult Hamada's submit to cooperate... But still it was off how un-serious he became. Silencer reached into his satchel on his waist as he sat down between the shattered wooden boxes and took a small paper bag from his Inventory. Small bluish pills got thrown into his jaws before he would grab with one talon his other wrist, slightly squeezing it while taking a look around if anyone would see them.\n\"...Anyways~ Silencer, murderer of politically mighty dragons and those that steal money from the poor... *I kill the rich~*...And you?\""
},
{
"author": "Hamada",
"message": "\"I would never kill the higher-ups of the mafia, never, ever!\" Hamada said, his eyes widening. That request appeared to surprise him; what was this dragon thinking? \"I am not *That* Insane!\" He would never do that, even if he were \"That insane.\" Ultimately, they had rescued him, and he was not the type of dragon to betray those who had helped him. No, that is not how he would ever be. His eyes, normally deadpan, held a hint of desperation. \"So you see, I am quite hesitant.\" His eyes became dead once more. \"But at least, I can give you my name I guess.\"\n\n\n\"I am Hamada, the prodigy of the boss that currently leads one of the biggest mafia´s,\" He said, fixing finally his gaze on Silencer."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "The Sandwing slowly lifted his head, starting to slowly pull bandages off his arm that have been hiding terribly deep wounds- while he pulled out a bottle that probably contained alcohol he spilled a view gulps over his wound, except for a flick of his eyelid not reacting much to the pain. He then used a new set of bandages, tying them tightly around his wound before his greenish eyes met Hamada's again, that dare-devil stare being replaced with a sudden tiredness, or relaxation in this case... Probably what those pills of his were for. \"Well-...I am *That insane*... Ever heard of the 'light bringers'?\" Silencer said lifting both eyebrows before standing on all talons again, then slowly taking his steps towards the mafioso. \"...I assume you haven't... Hamada, but either way you're not having various choices here- I'm not having all day so do us both a favour and the lower class that makes up the majority of these lands ruined by dragons you serve\" Silencer's eyes fixated on Hamada's with an awaiting expression- nearly piercing through his soul with those sharp black slits of pupils."
}
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{
"author": "<````> Goanna <````>",
"message": "|~| The SandWing walked down one of the , Squinting slightly as the light from the setting sun reflected off of something metal & into his eyes making seeing almost impossible for a few moments, On his front left leg a small leather pouch containing some gold coins and a few pieces of jewellery jingled quietly, The air was still which caused the sound to echo off the stone & clay walls, The only sounds that could be heard other than the jingling was his quiet yet fast talonsteps as he tried to veer away from whatever was reflecting the sun, As he rounded a corner a shadow lunged from a darkened corner & toppled him over, As he struggled to balance himself & stand up he felt the slight weight that had once been on his leg lift, He spun around in realisation as the shadow disappeared around a different corner, He only managed to spot some battle-scarred black scales & a tail barb that was missing its tip, It was to late to race after them as he could hear their slowly fading talonsteps, But he didn't exactly want to leave so instead he stood there in shock, Not really knowing what he should do in this situation |~|\n\n[[Alr it's done, I'll respond when I'm able to]]"
},
{
"author": "Jackal",
"message": "The towering sandwing sat on her haunches, back leaning against a clay wall and spear clutched tightly in her talons. The outclaws had positioned her to guard this perimeter of the Scorpion den, but the streets were barren in the blazing sun. Jackal assumed it appropriate to doze off halfway through her shift, but not a moment into her, in her personal opinion, well-deserved nap the sandwing shot awake at the sound of a body hitting the dusty floor, not far from where she stood. Her tail uncoiled from her leg and ascended defensively, and in the blink of an eye she soared above the ground in a rising cloud of dust. Twisting past the corner from which the noises came from, Jackal skidded to a halt with her wings outstretched. Her dark gaze landed on a lone sandwing in the clearing, from the tense twitches of his wings to his bewildered expression she could safely conclude that he wasn't the perpetrator of whatever has gone down. Bounding closer while pointing her spear at him cautiously, *What could've happened here?*, she wondered, *Maybe he just slipped and fell? Or did something happen to him?* She shook her head, regaining focus. Without much consideration the sandwing opted for a simple and firm: \"Hey! Everything okay over there?\""
},
{
"author": "<````> Goanna <````>",
"message": "|~| As he continued to stare after the thief a voice brought him back to reality & jumped in a started manner, Almost falling over again, He looked around for the source of the voice before spotting another SandWing with a spear in talon, He looked around nervously again before replying, His voice had a confused tone to it |~|\n__\"Oh uh yeah, I think I am, Just uh, I think some Dragon robbed me-\"__\n|~| As he spoke he turned his head back to where the Dragon had disappeared around, Pointing with one of his claws before looking back at the other Dragon, He was still in a state of bewilderment & confusion as he hadn't fully processed everything at this point, As he stood partially shrouded in the dark shadows he shuffled his front talons nervously, Looking around as though another mystery Dragon may pop out at any second & surprise him |~|"
},
{
"author": "Jackal",
"message": "Jackal looked him up and down, the strange sandwing appeared more disoriented than she originally thought, though more importantly for her, he seemed harmless. She lowered her spear gradually and peered down the alleyway in the direction of his talon. \"Robbed, you say?\", she spoke again ,this time without turning to inspect him. \"Could you describe the alleged thief for me? Or anything you saw?\", Jackal questioned him, but it sounded firmly like an order, she hated playing the cop like this. Her gaze scanned the ground and spotted a single black scale shimmer in the dirt. *Nightwings?*, a chill ran down her spine. Nightwing visitors weren't a surprising development, far from it, the two tribes were on positive terms after all, but a nightwing *Thief?*, *Here, of all places?*, Jackal felt stabs of irritation deep in her scales,she'll certainly have to head back to the oasis and report this to the outclaws, and unfortunately for her it included confessing that she'd let a crime happen on her watch at all. *How marvelous*"
},
{
"author": "<````> Goanna <````>",
"message": "|~| He seemed to once again jump slightly as her tone as though he still wasn't all there, Which was on par for him but most found it odd, He too, a few moments to register what she'd asked but he nodded & answered slowly, His voice sounding more confident as he spoke |~|\n__\"Yeah, I couldn't see all of them since they were in the shadows but I saw their tail as they disappeared, They had black scales with tons of scars & a tail barb missing the tip\"__\n|~| He felt himself slowly realise what had just happened, A flicker of fear & anxiety crossed over his confused expression for a moment though he forced himself to remain calm, Mr. Dromedary would probabaly understand... Mrs. Mirage though..., That didn't matter, He'd deal with that later when it came to it |~|"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "[[It looked much larger when I was typing 😭]]"
},
{
"author": "Jackal",
"message": "Jackal snorted at that, a twitch present in her wings. A million possibilities ran circles in her mind, *So it is a nightwing? At least partially so? Or maybe just another sandwing with weird coloration? Or-or maybe they just covered themselves in charcoal to LOOK like a nightwing? Wait no, nobody would do that. Huge strategic disadvantage. Back to just a nightwing for now, focus. Nightwing is okay. I can work with that*\nWhatever it was, at least finding a dragon of all black here would be easier than trying to spot the one sandwing she needs in a crowd of a million of them, all milling around like shifting dunes in the wind. She wasn't quite sure about the attacker's barb, or more accurately lack thereof, though. \"Wait hold up, do you mean missing a tail barb as in they used to have one? Or never had it?\", she needed him to clarify. With a shake of her head and no time to let him answer, she continued:\" Either way, you'd have to come with me. I need to report this to my higher-ups so they can take care of it and I need you to cooperate or else they bite both our heads off, kapish?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "[[Oh yeah ofc dude, Sorry I was dealing with my cat]]"
}
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{
"author": "Bogi",
"message": "Bogi flew over the den, looking for a place to relax for a moment. Spotting the oasis from afar, she landed nearby, finding a spot to sit down. Spotting warmonger, she simply waved, before directing her attention elsewhere."
},
{
"author": "Warmonger",
"message": "The large dragon blinked at the sight of a newcomer. Rainwings in the desert weren't unheard of- it was obviously the best place to get some sun- but they weren't common around here, and the sight of this one piqued Warmonger's interest. Climbing to her feet and giving her wings a shake, the hybrid lumbered over, tail barb lowered to lessen any signs of aggression. \"Hey there,\" She greeted amiably, taking in the new dragon from horns to tail. \"Haven't seen you around before- the name's Warmonger.\" She wasn't *Great* At conversation, but she tried to come across as welcoming, especially since she herself was a common sight at the oasis. She wanted others to feel comfortable enough to bring their problems to her, or another available Outclaw. \"Here to stay or just passing through?\""
},
{
"author": "Bogi",
"message": "\"Just passing through, resting a bit. It's been a long flight. The name's Bogi, by the way.\" Its hard to tell, but she seems... Tense. Unnaturally so, for a rainwing."
},
{
"author": "Warmonger",
"message": "Warmonger nodded, dark eyes doing another take. \"Everything alright there, Bogi?\" She asked. \"Some kinda trouble you're running from?\" Her tail remained lowered, but her guard had raised ever so slightly, only showing in the form of tightening shoulders. Because despite her earlier internal monologue about boredom, Warmonger didn't want any real trouble coming to the Scorpion Den or any of its inhabitants, among which there were many dragonets."
},
{
"author": "Bogi",
"message": "\"...Yeah, a bit of trouble back home. I'm just clearing my head is all.\" She paused. \"...A-Anyway, is there something wrong?\""
},
{
"author": "Warmonger",
"message": "She shook her head. \"You aren't in any trouble, just checkin' in. Anything that might follow you here?\" Warmonger pressed a little further, though she tried to make herself look more relaxed; Bogi seemed nervous, whether it was because of her or the 'trouble,' and Warmonger didn't want to make it any worse. \"Gotta be prepared in case anything pops up, y'see.\""
},
{
"author": "Bogi",
"message": "\"No, it's fine. They wouldn't come all the way out here.\" She looked down \"They aren't a great fighter, so you should be fine\""
},
{
"author": "Warmonger",
"message": "Well, now she just felt bad. \"Well,\" Warmonger started again, clearing her throat slightly, \"You've got nothing to worry about here. If you're in need of a meal or a good bed, I'll be glad to get you a good deal. Or you can stick with me if you like,\" She tried for a grin; Warmonger knew her bulk could be offputting, and used it to her advantage when breaking up scuffles."
}
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{
"author": "Warmonger",
"message": "\"Well, that I can do,\" The hybrid gave a crooked smile and sat back in the sand, letting the desert heat soak into her scales. \"If it's gold you need, there are plenty of quick jobs around the 'Den. Soup kitchens, brick makers, and farmers are always looking for an extra talon. If, you're willing to stay for a while, of course.\""
},
{
"author": "Bogi",
"message": "\"I suppose I've dabbled in farming. I'll check it out.\" She stretched, and mumbled something."
},
{
"author": "Warmonger",
"message": "\"I'll be honest, it ain't always a joy in this heat. Mostly growin' chilies, prickly pears, 'n camel farming, but it's better than nothin.\" Warmonger yawned widely, teeth clicking lightly. Her ear flicked and she tilted her head curiously. \"Sorry, I think I missed that. Would ya mind repeatin' that last part?\" She hummed, reaching up to scratch behind her ear, dark eyes giving the oasis a quick once-over to make sure she wasn't missing any trouble."
},
{
"author": "Bogi",
"message": "\"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it.\" It didn't even sound like words, more like loosely connected clicks and whistles. Bogi certainly understands it, at the very least."
},
{
"author": "Warmonger",
"message": "\"Far be it my place to pry,\" She chuckled in response with a shrug. Rainwings could be dangerous, absolutely. She's seen the damage their venom could do: melted scales, dissolved claws, just overall a big mess. But Bogi had plenty of opportunity for some attack or another. Warmonger doubted the strange noises indicated some kind of danger. \"So, Bogi,\" She started again, \"Tell me a bit about yourself! Whatcha like doing? What's your favorite food?\""
}
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{
"author": "Giraffe Weevil",
"message": "A particularly boisterous dragon wandered his way to the oasis. He was on a diplomatic research mission, but he was entirely by himself. He had absolutely no clue where the other researchers he was supposed to be meeting up with were- all he knew was that one of them was yellow, with pink... Um... What was it, again? He'd entirely forgotten. He'd *Thought* It was accessories, but maybe it was scales, or horns, or something? All he knew was that one of them liked pink enough to have it on them a lot of the time, and he'd entirely forgot their tribe, too. It didn't matter, really. He was sure he'd find them in the end, he decided, as he took a spot next to the water. His dark scales soaked up the heat that beat down from the sun, and he highly considered taking a little wade into the water to cook off a bit. At least it wasn't one of his brother's weird death trap houses, he conceded, as he got up, taking a few steps into the shallowest part of the oasis before laying there instead, just his head resting on the sandy beach."
},
{
"author": "Gleam",
"message": "The sun was making the hybrid feel quite hot. As a young dragonet, they *Thought* They might be able to survive the heat. They believed that as they aged, their ability to withstand heat would increase. Once they realized why they had entertained the notion that they might never acquire a tribe-related power, they felt disappointed in themselves. I should have stopped hoping a long time ago, gleam thought. Then, they looked around before settling on some reddish scales. Perhaps it was a Skywing, Gleam reasoned. They took a brief pause as they wondered why a Skywing would appear in the scorpion den. They shrugged it off. Not a Skywing, gleam concluded. They reluctantly then followed the red dragon, feeling very curious."
},
{
"author": "Giraffe Weevil",
"message": "The poor, unnaturally lanky dragon groaned. His usual fun demeanour gave way to relief as the water cooled him, soaking under his dried-out, cracked scales and providing much-needed respite from the heat. He closed his eyes, enjoying it in silence before his long ears picked up on the sound of shifting sand nearby. He opened his eyes just a crack, looking up to Gleam with a sort of tired confusion. His trip here had been exhausting, the cause of it rather urgent, but as his sleep-deprived brain slowly put what it thought was two and two together, it saw Gleam as four. His eyes widened suddenly, and he got up quickly, shaking off what water he could with new vigour.\n\"Oh my Clearsight- I am so sorry! Oh moons, uh, I didn't- uh.. I was looking for you! It was just so hot, and the trip was so long, and..\"\nHe trailed off, growing sheepish.\n\"Um.. Sorry. But, uh, point is, we found each other! So we can finally get to talking. I'm Giraffe Weevil! You're, uh... Uh...\"\nHe thought, his brain working about as well as a 2002 Del Laptop in 45° heat, before he snapped his talons together.\n\"Funnel, right? It's great to finally meet you! I've heard of some of your work, I'm so sorry for not noticing you sooner, haha..\""
},
{
"author": "Gleam",
"message": "Gleam was silent. She didn't know what to say. Their *Thoughts* Erupted into chaos. They lied, saying, \"Uh, yes, I'm a funnel.\" But for some sinister reason, it felt nice. And I can't hurt somebody that badly anyway. Gleam thought to themselves. \"It's okay! I have been anticipating you as well.\" Oh the three moons, that´ll come to kick me later. They then proceeded to say the following: \"So, how about you explain to me what work you have done.\" They nearly lost their facade, but someway they managed to hold it up.\n\nThey didn´t know what to say*"
}
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{
"author": "bow.n.aro",
"message": "You can use tul!Edit if you ever need to edit a message :3"
},
{
"author": "Giraffe Weevil",
"message": "\"Oh! Okay, well, I'm glad.\"\nHe gave them a big grin. He was so much taller than them, but... His proportions were weird. His body was very short, but his neck was so long that he was about as tall as most very large, old dragons. It was.. A very disorienting sight, to say the least.\n\"Well, uh, I do anti-venom stuff- obviously, because that's why we're both here and talking to each other, but, like, specifically insect venom. Though, I do also have an understanding of snake and dragon venom, since I learned that stuff at school, and I actually helped someone at the Scorpion den a really long time ago when I was... Like, a student intern, kinda? I was pretty much an assistant for a professor, and I managed to help some poor dragon who got bit by a snake right on his face. I think he nearly lost his sight or something? It was a while ago.. I wonder if he still lives here. I think his name was Black-tailed? Uh, either way, I've been doing this for a while. Obviously, as you know, I was called here 'cause of all the snake bites that have been happening recently. There's biologists coming too, right? Like, for the behavioural side of things? Of why there's been so many lately? 'Cause we can't just treat the wounds without treating *Why* The wounds are happening too, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Gleam",
"message": "Gleam, who was in awe of the red dragon, thought quickly that they might not be able to continue the play if any of the real researchers showed up and exposed their lies. They were somewhat alarmed by it. \"The biologist is ill, and they wrote me a letter explaining that they will need to take at least a week off.\" They halfheartedly said. Perhaps they really possess the capacity to maintain the lie, Gleam exhaled. \"They urgently need to rest and be left alone.\" They motioned with their talons."
},
{
"author": "Giraffe Weevil",
"message": "\"Oh, really? Wow..\"\nHe frowned, his head tilting to the side in concern.\n\"That's not so good.. There aren't many biologists around these days, it'll take forever for another one to get here. Hm.. Well, I'll just have to find someone else to assist us, then.\"\nHe tapped his talon on his chin, thinking. His wings buzzed as they tried to flick any remaining water from them, before settling back into his back like a carapace.\n\"Maybe Orbweaver, I've heard he's pretty close by lately... Though they work with spiders, so maybe not. Or Deathstalker, even, though I'm pretty sure she's out of commission at the moment too. Ugh, we *Really* Have to start getting backup researchers on deck, this is getting exhausting.\"\nHe shook his head, before making his way to the entrance of the oasis. He stopped, turning to look back at Gleam.\n\"Uh, which way is the station, again?\""
}
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