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Post by wingfeather on Feb 24, 2024 15:23:31 GMT -8
Elexian
Elexian was actually rather relieved that the duel had been broken up, he didn't think he would have been able to hold much longer anyway. He approached Faran, ''that was a good duel,'' he said with sportsman's formality.'' ''Unfinished,'' the other answered with a grin. ''Unfinished,'' Elexian agreed, allowing a smile to play at his mouth. The two clasped hands as blood brothers before parting. Elexian, his mood lightened considerably, decided it was time to keep his promise to the feathered dragon, he needed a shower anyway. As he walked toward the stables he observed the other riders interacting with their dragons, he could not wait till he to could soar on the back of a dragon, his step quickened.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 24, 2024 15:37:46 GMT -8
Firasko had finished with her own training, and since it had cooled of a just a little bit, she returned to the stables for Crimson, who recognized her step and whistled her a welcome, which consisted of a low sound that lightened slightly, similar to a very low and distorted call of a cricket, and was repeated twice. Firasko whistled her response, and opened Crimson's door. He dashed out, sweeping her up and taking of in one smooth motion. They flew speedily into the forest, a ways away from everyone else, and trained there for a while. Firasko practiced chopping up the treetops while in flight,making sure to get clean cuts. She then trained with Crimson in his formation, when all of a sudden, that one electric strom dragon narrowly avoided a collision with them. She was rollercoaster riding her rider, who seemed slightly terrified at the moment, but was fumbling about with his dagger. A wave of frustration flooded Firasko. All these unexpirienced riders were swarming about like flies these days. If she would be in possession of her voice, she probably would have lost her temper and shouted a lot of things at Sorgen, who was getting the hang of not looking like he was being kidnapped by a rogue dragon. Circumstances considered, she vigorously shook her head at him, before setting her mouth in a straight line, and dashing off, Crimson's wings slipping and cutting through the air like knives.
Sorgen had had enough of this fooling about, and after the nigh collision with the poisonous dragon, he decided to calm things down a bit. He landed Regen, and after letting her drink again, he ran her all the way back to the training grounds, where regen took another long drink. Sorgen shook his head as he watchd his dragon guzzle down a sickening amount of water. "How you manage to lose all that so fast beats me.", he told her.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 24, 2024 16:31:50 GMT -8
Harrow
Harrow glanced down with a triumphant look at where his brother was hanging upside down, but his expression quickly faded to confusion when he saw Arrow wasn't there, looking back he saw his twin free falling. ''Hey, that isn't fair,'' he said jumping off the dragon's back. Fire rolled his eyes at Ice, ''Should we get them,'' he asked in dragon language. Meanwhile Harrow had been able to get closer to Arrow, ''maybe now they will show how fast they can really go,'' he said with a grin, ''remember last time? They actually let us fall into the ocean. That was really fun.''
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 24, 2024 19:01:16 GMT -8
Arrow looked up to see his brother falling after him. "Hey, you!", she shouted up. "You see how Im faster? That means I'm older!" Spitball rolled his eyes and let out a breath of cold mist. "I suppose we have to, though I really don't see the use of them, he told his brother head.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 25, 2024 6:51:23 GMT -8
Visilva swooped forwards, her concentration at the highest level as she worked to move her large body as swiftly as the lithe elf on her back was moving her hand, for it was not just Alalëa's job to see her strikes were true, but her dragons as well. In a few seconds, all trees were trimmed a few feet shorter than they had been, and the elf girl settled herself back on her dragon with a slightly satisfied look. "You could try and make your moves to the left a bit faster, I think it only hit the second link that time, or we would have missed completely!" she said in slight beration. Visilva turned her head to look at her with an offended glare. "Oh I know you're doing your best, Visilva, i'm just thinking out loud" Alalëa said with a slight smile, once again patting her neck solidly. "Alright then, I still want to practice at least two more maneuvers, so let's get back into the sky!" she said, leaning forwards and urging Visilva to begin her spiral upwards. The shadow dragon groaned slightly, then muffled it in mild embarrassment. Goodness, was she that out of shape that she couldn't even gain height quickly? She snorted in annoyance at herself for a moment, and doubled her efforts, beating her wings with strong swift rhythm as they soared into the air, climbing ever higher. Alalëa spared a glance to the world below and around them, and her eyes caught sight of quite a few other dragon riders in the sky nearby, although on closer observation, she gave a slight grimace. Ah. Novices. Really, she believed they should section off some safe area for those riders, and leave the real air space for the riders who were actually putting it to good use.
Nuana glanced around the dragon stables again before turning back to her pristine nails that she was rubbing rather needlessly as she leaned somehow primly against the door of a certain empty stall. She gave a slight sigh, putting her hand away from her and tilting her head. Much better. Although no other being would have been able to make any concievable difference between the before and after. Suddenly the sounds of a dragon's trill echoed through the stable, the sounds growing in intensity and swiftness, as some dragon was obviously attempting to give someone a talking to. Nuana's gave a sudden satisfied smile and turned towards the noises, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow as she waited. A moment later, three stableboys appeared, and between them stalked a lithe, beautiful white and pink dragon covered in beautiful soft looking petal scales, some of which rose up in spikes along her back all the way to her tail. And she was in the midst of a rather loud trill, directed at the stableboy in front of her. He ignored her, his eyes locked on the girl who was watching their approach. Eagerly he moved to her. "Here she is! Do you want me to get her saddle for you?" he asked with a look of adoration. She gave him quite the patronizing smile, and he almost melted into the ground. "That would be just simply wonderful" she said with an almost smirk. He nodded and turned, scrambling away with the other two racing after him, yelling at him and jockeying to be the first to set hands on the white leather saddle for her ladyship. Nuana turned her gaze to her dragon and frowned at her slightly. "Leilani, do you realize that I could have actually chipped a nail this morning running after you?" she said in a horrified, accusing tone. Leilani scowled at her, but looked mildly worried at her words, stepping forwards to examine the nails before letting out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. If she had a blemished rider, she wold never hear the end of it! (although truthfully... she would never even hear the beginning of it, except from herself) Then she snorted, letting out an uncaring trill and tossing her head, sitting down primly with her tail curled over her claws. "You know I don't want to fly either, it messes my hair up horribly, but remember, the tournament is coming up soon, and if we want our trophy, we have to be prepared to take it!" she said remindingly.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 25, 2024 18:49:05 GMT -8
Harrow smirked, ''no, its known far and wide that im smarter, and handsomer at that, therefore I am older,'' he said crossing his arms and penciling his body causing himself to fall faster. ''You know those dragons of ours sure are taking awhile, do you think this time they will actually let us die?'
Firebomb glanced at his other head, ''I wish we could just leave them to learn to fly themselves, come on lets go,'' he said, a reluctant tone in his voice.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 25, 2024 20:35:44 GMT -8
Arrow shrugged, and laid back, crossing his arms behind his head. “I don’t know. If they do, I shall die first, then that will prove I am the oldest.” He turned himself head facing down, so that he could fondsen faster. “Later, young brother!”, he yelled before he accelerated hos pace, and grinning at hos twin brother.
Spitballs moth turned into a sort of annoyed line as he agreed with his brother, and started on the dive after the two rambunctious boys. “These boys will be the killing of themselves”, he hissed slightly. “And us.” He thought back to several instances where both dragons and riders had been rather sure they WOULD die, although the twins seemed to be much more unbothered by such prospects.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 26, 2024 6:25:13 GMT -8
Leilani let out a lower trill, more of reluctant annoyance. "Stop grumbling! I already said I didn't want to do it either, but it's good for appearances, and we won't even be let IN the tournament at this rate!" her rider berated. The petal dragon gave her a slight glare, then sighed, tossing her head in frustrated queenly acceptance. "And don't get all hoity toity with me" Nuana added as she tossed her own head in just the same manner, walking over to her dragon and resting a delicate hand on her sharp scales. "Where are those stableboys? I tell you, they're just getting lazier and lazier!" she said as she shook her head in a wise fashion. Leilani glanced down at her, eye raised slightly. Really? THEY were lazy where they? Her attention was drawn from her rider suddenly as a swarm of Dreki suddenly zoomed by. Ah.. perfect! Never one to waste an opportunity, she gave a very soft trill, fluttering her eyes at the slightly and bending her neck so her softer petals could wave in the breeze. The lead Dreki, a dark orange creature, slammed to a halt and turned with an adoring smile, swiftly zooming over and landing in front of her, still with an adoring look. She trilled to them again in a very patronizing tone, which didn't seem to affect them in the least, despite making the Dreki all the more fascinated with her. A few more trills was all it took to send them buzzing off in a swift swarm of colors, the opposite direction they'd come, and climbing higher in the air despite the large buffeting wind currents that were quite hazards. Leilani gave a satisfied shake of her body, causing a few scales to drift to the ground as she watched them go, a light smile curling the edges of her maw. A large question of hers was about to be answered. Did anything happen when you mixed fire and electricity?
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 26, 2024 13:39:40 GMT -8
Harrow
''Nope, everyone knows that the younger twin is always weaker and dies sooner, which quite clearly concludes the fact that I'm older,'' Harrow said with a smirk, slowing his fall by spreading his legs out a bit and moving to a more lying down position.
Fire nodded sagely, ''aye, that is a prophecy that will no doubt come true,'' he said while matching his movements with his twin, ''alright I suppose we should go underneath them and try catching them with our wings, afterwords would you be so kind as to freeze them to our backs!?''
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 26, 2024 13:56:13 GMT -8
Elexian
Elexian passed threw the stables at a brisk pace stopping only once when he observed an exchange between a very elegant looking petal dragon and a swam of Dreki. He raised an eyebrow, odd, he thought, it almost seems as if she were giving them orders. He shook his head, surely not, and continued walking, but he immediately had to stop and duck down as he was almost bowled over by the mob coming back towards him. Swiftly he stood, brushed himself down a bit and proceeded down the long line of stables. Eventually he came to the very back where he found the feathered dragon sleeping in a tight ball of feathers and scales at one of the front corners of the cage. Quietly he walked over and sat down within reach of the bars, he so badly wanted to touch the green blue feather of the wing which was nearest him, but he would not dare, not yet, he would bide his time.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 26, 2024 15:39:06 GMT -8
Sorgen was bringing regen back to the stables for a break. As he rode on her back through the village, he kept an eye out for Firasko. She was nowhere to be seen, and Sorgen felt rather glad of it. It was sort of a reoccuring thing that he seemed to always anger or somehow annoy the experienced riders. Although he had gotten rather used to it at this point, he had to admit he would way rather be yelled than stared at, for Firasko's lack of sound yet piercing glare she sometimes had made one wonder weather or not it would be safe sleeping with closed eyes that night. Sorgen thoughtfully fingered his dagger, thinking of a new formation he could learn, or possibly somebody he could oppose in a spar. On the way to Regen's stall, he walked past Nuana and her elegant petal dragon. For a moment Sorgen considered her as an opponent option, but then shook his head. There was no way that girl was going to cooperate with him. He greeted politely and walked on, leading Regen behind him.
Spitball considered his brother's request. "Catching them on our wings would be a good option, but I think we don't want a repeat of the LAST freezing incident, do we?, Could you try something with your heat or something?" Arrow guffawed. "Ha, the thought of you being older! The most worthy ones die first, and by all means that will be ME, the eldest." He looked up at the drgon that was swooping down on them. "Oh! Would you look at that! They don't want us to die after all!"
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Post by tenebria on Feb 26, 2024 15:53:59 GMT -8
Nuana glanced over as she heard footfalls, giving the rider a scornful look, but somehow managing to smile sweetly at the same time. Leilani simply snorted at the storm dragon and tossed her head again, pretending to groom herself, and causing another of her petals to fall dangerously on the wayside. Someone would have a sort foot in the morning if they stepped on that. She avoided making eye contact with the dragon as it walked by, then looked up with an annoyed flash in her eyes. Those Dreki, they were probably on the opposite side of the Nest, she should've told them to wait until the storm dragon walked by! A few minutes later, as she had expected, the swarm whizzed by overhead hurriedly, attempting to not attract her attention, and yet failing completely. She growled at them, then swiftly gave a slight cough, not liking the hoarseness of her tone. Goodness, she wasn't coming down with something was she? Nuana was feeling rather frustrated as well.. but for quite a different reason. Where WERE those stableboys? Maybe she should've stuck to asking one of them, instead of all three. She ran a soft hand over her hair, making sure it was in place, although there was obviously no need, then sighing again. Finally the sounds of hurried feet sounded from around the corner, and the taller boy emerged, holding the saddle high, the two others, looking rather ruffled and tousled, following while shooting him glares. He beamed at Nuana, swiftly moving to place it on Leilani. The elf girl rolled her eyes, moving towards her dragon as the creature seemed to miraculously actually be standing still for her saddle. In fact, the petal dragon did consider shifting to the side and avoiding the nasty leather contraption, but then she remembered that the saddle would most likely fall in the dust, and she couldn't let such a thing of beauty, especially one that was placed on her perfectly groomed back, get dirtied! She turned and trilled warningly at the boy as he stepped up to her. He'd better not put those grimy hands anywhere near her gleaming scales! He got the message, and with exaggerated carefulness, he slipped the saddle on, then swiftly began to buckle the straps, making sure his adored "lady" wouldn't be encumbered by having to tighten it later.
A certain swarm of Dreki zoomed overhead the compound, the lead one making a sudden little growl to the others, who all immediately turned their gazes down. Aha! Their target! The dull orange dreki let out a sudden rather squeaky roar, and all ten of them dove, heading for the unsuspecting Storm dragon and her rider, despite the knowledge that they could very well get fried themselves in the doing. But what their queen commanded, they must do. Or at least, so their one track minds thought.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 26, 2024 16:09:50 GMT -8
Regen felt her currents starting to circulate as she passed the slightly smaller petal dragon and her appearingly flawless rider, as they always did when she saw something she detested. Her eyes changed color as she saw the stable boys rush to Leilanie's command. She smirked slightly and eyed the graceful petals, taking care not to step on them. That was one thing she didn't want to expierience again. "Eyecandy.", she said slyly whilst passing. Just then, she sensed something wrong. Before she had time to think, the Drekis were upon her. Regen flailed her tail wildly, zapping some like flies, before swallowing one. She speedily bit it back out, and with a wave of range she let out her most powerful shock that day.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 26, 2024 16:21:38 GMT -8
Leilani sniffed and ignored the insult, it being below her to respond in the like fashion, although there were quite a few choice things she could have said to the unkempt creature. She shifted slightly as she felt the stable boy begin to tighten the buckles, making sure to breath out well so there wouldn't be any loose air. After all, how horrible would it be to have her rider slip while on her back! She would never live that down. Suddenly she saw a flash of electricity zap into the air, and a sly curling smile spread over her maw. Ah, they had found the storm dragon then.
The Dreki were almost indestructible as they dive bombed the storm dragon again and again blasting it with their little bombs of fire, ranging in color and shade from neon green to dark brown. Each time one got zapped, it would fall to the ground for a few seconds, wiggling slightly, then take a ginormous breath, puffing up like a ball and then deflating, and then jumping back into the air, rejoining the attack with vigor built on adoration of their mistress. Until an enormous wave of electricity zipped through the air, zapping each one and they all plopped to the ground in a circle around the dragon, one unfortunate mustard yellow creature (The same which had been unfortuantely almost swallowed) landing on her back. In strange unison, they all wiggled and jumped with the sudden electricity zipping through them, letting out garbled hisses and squeaks, none of which made any hearable sense. And then they began puffing up, attempting to displace the energy racing through their tiny bodies, until the one on the storm dragon's back rolled off and bumped into another, setting off a series of deflations with sounded like slightly deeper toned squeaky balloons going off, until they were left with their limp little bodies, beginning to feebly recover, the lead one eyeing the storm dragon with a blank myrmidonish look.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 26, 2024 16:59:59 GMT -8
Alalëa's breath came steady and focused as her whip whirled around her, thrumming and keen whistling filling her ears, the familiar sound of Islingr.... despite the fact that she was balancing on her side as Visilva spread her wings out vertical to the ground, whooshing with exhilarating closeness between two large pines. With a swift thrust of one wing, the shadow dragon sent them spinning in multiple barrel rolls, not even pausing to check and be sure her rider was not about to slice her head off, the sharp clicking sound telling her that the girl had moved her whip into a solid blade. Alalëa forced herself not to shut her eyes instinctively as they spun, keeping her senses alert as she pressed herself close to her dragon, feeling her large heart pounding with strength. They were one as they moved through the well practiced maneuver, and even when the Shadow dragon suddenly flared her wings and tilted them to catch the wind blowing in their face, sending them speeding backwards for a few moments, the elf girl was ready, moving her sword to point backwards. In battle, that would be one less enemy to face. The maneuver was rounded up as Visilva thrust them straight into the air before speeding almost directly downwards, back amongst the treetops, veering right and left, higher and lower as was demanded, Alalëa having recovered her breath and her Urumi now thrumming about with live energy, de-topping quite a few more unlucky pine trees as they blazed their trail towards The Nest once again.
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