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Post by tenebria on Feb 28, 2024 14:49:49 GMT -8
Visilva shook herself slightly as her rider removed her saddle, glad for the removal of the rather abrasive leather. Alalëa allowed a slight smile, hefting the large yet surprisingly light saddle onto her shoulder, and beginning to move to put it away, until she saw the novice rider and his sparky dragon approaching. Oh great. She turned her gaze warningly to the Shadow dragon, who let out a low rumble and hiss of anger, eyes narrowing and tail swishing in contained sudden rage. Not again! Visilva ignored her rider and snarled slightly as the liver nosed worm DARED speak to her AGAIN! What horrible, detestable guts! "What am i beating, your feeble squeaky, insect like attempts at speech, or your dizzy headed twisted pawed, monkey walk?" she returned with a snort, not having seen the electricity show a few moments ago. "The fact that you were able to accidentally walk by me once again and open that rotten chasm you call a mouth, tells me you must have the brain of a doorknob, with the face to match it too. I suggest tripping on by on those elephant pawed legs of yours, and TRYING to use enough of your brain cells, if you happen to have more than one, to stay out of my path." she said with a large smirk.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 28, 2024 14:54:23 GMT -8
Firebomb tilted his head, ''ya I would have done it if you hadn't,'' he said snorting some black smoke into Harrow's face when he approached. Harrow coughed and brushed it away, he was used to that sort of thing, ''Arrow, what are you going in the water trough,'' he asked pulling his brother out roughly, ''come on lets go find Petunia, she's normally around here this time of day. Fire you behave yourself while we are gone,'' he said shaking a warning finger at his dragon. Fire just rolled his eyes and batted at the back of Harrow's knees so that he fell to the floor.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 15:02:48 GMT -8
Regen narrowed her eyes, which were once again almost fully dark blue. "Unlike that frigtened blubbered black tree sap leaf rack molerat headed vessel your spit out by dirt cul de sac of a of a musty goldfishes conscience calls a body, I don't sneak by on accident, unlike you pillow case dwelling earwig. You could use your imbalanced over scale tail to think instead of your minute and hollow as Leilanies promises head, and nobody including your bound to mud self would be able to see any kind of difference!" Regen was very satisfied with that insult, and turned the rest of her body to face Visilva. "Regen!", Sorgen called to her a bit louder. "Stop it! Come over here."
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 15:05:31 GMT -8
Spitball turned to face his brother and shrugged his shoulder. "They are hopeless, lets just hope they don't burn down the whole place." Arrow sputtered out of the watering bucket and looked at Spitball rather indignantly, if it could be said that he had any dignity to begin with (which he hadn't) He ran after his brother. "I was taking a drink.", he said. "It means I'm older."
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 28, 2024 15:06:25 GMT -8
Telityn the healer walked briskly back to his home, at his heals ran a rather strange little dragon. It was about the hight of his knee at the shoulder and had a curious mottling of many different shades of green all throughout its lean body. ''That was pretty rough,'' Telityn said to it, ''extracting a sheep's hoof from the maw of a toothy terror,'' he shuddered, ''hopefully we wont have to do that again for a while.'' The little green dragon nodded. As they approached their dwelling Telityn's keen eyes saw the large black and red dragon not far off and could tell it was wounded, ''our works never done is it Zasder?'' The dragon shook its head and sped up its pace to match that of the healer.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 15:13:51 GMT -8
Firasko dashed through the village, but found no trace of Telityn the healer. She stopped for a few moments in from of the house she livid in her flashing eyes darting around to see if she could pick up some sign of him. A few seconds later, she noticed the trail of somewhat large footsteps that began a few houses down. Beside them were the footsteps of what Forasko knew to be those of a smallish dragon, such as the one the healer possessed. She speedily followed the trail, and not two minutes later she had caught up with him. She noticed he was already going in the direction of Crimson, and followed close behind him.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 28, 2024 15:23:37 GMT -8
Visilva's eyes were swiftly consumed by darkness and she curled her tail up around her as she attempted to keep herself from blasting this dragon to helplessness. Ooooh if only she could show this runt! Her eyes staring with swirling darkness, she ignored her rider who had swiftly walked back to her, setting the saddle down and looking at her warningly. With a sudden enraged roar she burst out "I'm impressed you managed to get all that out without keeling over from dehydration, you cross eyed bird beaked mushroom toed moon brained limp dried out snakeskin noodle tailed watery eyed sunburnt worm carcass excuse for a runt of a frog's tadpole! I suggest go drowning yourself in a puddle so your sponge brain can renergize enough for you to realize your furbrained stick toothed ladder faced tiny bottle nosed button toed soggy moldy mop tailed mole child's playtoy body wouldn't survive a sparrow's attack if it looked at you!" She snarled in anger, taking a step forward and hardly even needing to catch her breath, her gaze not leaving the dark storm dragon's as she could feel her shadows building inside her.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 15:39:12 GMT -8
Regen glared at the shadow dragon and her tail started giving a snappy warning sound. "Of course you are impressed!", she shot back. "Because you wouldn't even be able to attack the sparrow you stiff legged rock eyed bottle headed white laced around outcast of snakes brood! How you managed to creep out of your abandoned slime skinned hider of the spider dirt egg I never will know, and don't want to either, for the moment you open the trash lined rubber spiked wart tonged lame insult sprayer you call mouth, everyone is appalled by the lacking of any kind of thought, you eraser clawed mire liver with the withstanding force resistance of burnt out ash that isn't even admired by low down belly crawling salamanders!" It was true that Regen was a little thirsty, but she wasn't going to let that swamp brained june bug flier know that.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 28, 2024 16:02:40 GMT -8
''Like last time,'' Fire said frowning at the memory. Harrow looked over at his brother an incredulous expression on his face, ''if that were the way the world worked then we would all be very old men,'' he pointed out, ''and just because you made such a rotten-brained suggestion clearly means that I am the older.'' Soon the turned the corner and saw two very very angry looking dragons roaring at each other, ''think their trying to find out whose older,'' Harrow asked.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 16:20:42 GMT -8
Arrow was about to agree with his brother, when by some mistake he remebered that Alalea had gotten her dragon a while before Sorgen had gotten his. "Of course their not!", he aswerred. "The shadow one is older, of course, and YOUR bad memory must mean that I'm the oldest. Hey, maybe we could ask somebody else which of us is older!"
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 28, 2024 16:24:23 GMT -8
Harrow smacked his forehead, ''older people always have bad memory, our grandma for instance, you know how she always forgets where she put her fake teeth.'' Arrows idea sounded very good to Harrow, ''hmm maybe we should, but who? I don't think we should bother those two,'' he said referring to the stern elf and the rather flustered young human.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 16:27:56 GMT -8
Arrow agreed. "Most definetly not. Also, don't tell grandma this, but the last time she lost her fake teeth was because I gave it to a fish so it could see how it looked like with teeth." He walked alongside his brother, kicking up some dust as he was walking. "We couldn't ask mum anyhow. She can't tell who is who."
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Post by tenebria on Feb 28, 2024 16:44:12 GMT -8
Alalëa's eyes flashed with warning as Visilva let out a sudden deafening roar. "VISILVA!" She yelled in warning anger, not even looking at the novice rider who was standing nearby, apparently helpless.
The Shadow dragon had no plans of listening to her rider, and barely even glanced down at her as she let out a blood curdling snarl of pure blind rage at the storm dragon's insults. IT DARED! Darkness began seeping from her maw as she barely was able to hold it back, knowing the consequences if she let it loose. "That sparrow would crack you to cookie crumbs you slimy fish brained stork legged raisin skinned scales as soft as a baby knotted shoelace nosed discarded by a hummingbird withered flower petal!!! Your egg must have been the size of a wart on a frog's back with the nonexistent ability to learn or think you inherited from your block headed electrified to dust withered excuse for a mother! With that pig nosed elephant eared never ridden a true dragon in his life rider of yours, I doubt you've ever opened that dust filled slime toothed mouth that desperately needs to be washed out with soap to say something actually comprehensible! You're both the weakest, wax eared cloth toed bowl headed water sloshers that ever disgraced the surface of the mite ridden ground you tread on! Everyone wishes that the your fish egg had been smashed by a grasshopper before your slimy zappy carcass could slip out and horrify and disgrace all who saw it happen! You're slug eaten, moth nested, oil burnt skin would never survive any element other than water if you stepped in it with one shriveled giraffe tongued claw!" Visilva roared, the blackness that was seeping from her mouth now covering the ground around her claws in a thick restlessly swirling fog. She would have continued with many more well planned insults, but the sudden feel of her saddle being slammed down onto her back startled her out of her tirade, making her glance behind her to see her rider standing beside her, hands on the saddle, glaring at her with barely contained anger.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 28, 2024 16:57:49 GMT -8
Harrow
''Thats true,'' Harrow said rubbing his chin, suddenly he saw a darkness begin swirling at his feet, glancing back he saw the huge dark blue dragon making horrible noises while out of her mouth poured an inky black void-like mist. ''I think this is a cue to leave,'' he said picking up his pace, ''anyway we don't want to lose Lady Slipper Blossom and her Venus fly trap of a dragon, and other definitely have some sassafras, she should be somewhere around here.''
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 28, 2024 17:31:40 GMT -8
Telityn approached the dragon cautiously he knew that sometimes a wounded dragon would revert back to its wild ways and attack those who are trying to help it. ''Hey, it's alright,'' he said in a low reassuring voice. He noticed that the large dragon seemed to favor one wing more than the other, ''ah a wing injury,'' he said in a calm tone, ''don't worry I can help fix you up and you will be back in the skies before too long.'' The healer looked around for anyone who could possibly the dragon's rider or caretaker, seeing a very stern looking elf not to far behind him he called to her, ''is this your dragon?''
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