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Post by wingfeather on Feb 26, 2024 18:00:25 GMT -8
Harrow
Harrow lowered his eyebrows, ''really,'' he said in an unimpressed voice, then looking up at the dragon, ''oh ya, man I wanted to find out who's older. Ah well maybe the next time we are thousands of feet in the air eh brother?'' The two headed dragon smoothly dropped below them then caught the two miscreants with their wings. ''Ouch,'' Harrow complained as he landed on the hard scales, ''we let you save us and this is how we are treated,'' he admonished. Fire rolled his eyes, ''ya you're right we don't want to do that. Na there really isn't anything I could do with fire.... let's just get home and lock them in our stall or something,'' he finished.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 26, 2024 18:41:23 GMT -8
Elexian
Elexian wrapped his arms about his knees and started humming softly to himself, he didn't sing often though he had a very good voice. He just had a hard time getting to know people, a hard time opening up to people, except for Faran, they had come to a sort of mutual understanding, it was kind of silent companionship. The dragon stirred suddenly opening her ocean green eyes, she fixed them on Elexian, a flood of emotion passing threw them, fear, suspicion, anger, then down to sadness. The look she gave was absolutely gut wrenching and twisted at Elexian's dragon loving heart mercilessly. It took all his will power not to throw the cage door open and let the captive dragon free. ''I'm sorry,'' he whispered, ''but you will someday, you will soar threw those beckoning skies. I promise.'' The dragon stared at him, what does he mean, he dosnt know what it's like to rot in a cage for weeks, he's free, free to do what he wants. She turned her back to him, and let out a half hearted snort.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 27, 2024 16:16:57 GMT -8
Spitball nodded hopelessly. “That is probably the best option at the moment, although they won’t take very kindly to it.” Indeed Arrow was similarly not happy about the idea of not finding out who was eldest. “We don’t have to find out whose older, we already know that. It’s me, of course. Can we please go faster?”, he asked Spitball, who glanced at Firebomb.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 27, 2024 16:22:21 GMT -8
Fire shook his head, ''no they wont, but I can't think of anything better. Unless you can think of anything better,'' Harrow gave Arrow an unimpressed look, ''you know what, I actually do not feel like arguing with someone obviously younger than me right now. Yes Firebomb, let's go faster.'' Fire glanced at at Ice, ''maybe they will stay on,'' he said in a defeated tone, ''come on,'' he began flapping his wing harder.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 27, 2024 18:01:56 GMT -8
Spitball nodded. "Valid point you got there." In perfect coordination, they picked up their pace, their wings moving smoothly through the air as if controlled by one head. Arrow crossed his arms. "Yah! You're just scared because you KNOW your younger, and won't admit it." He looked down. "We seem to be quite a bit higher now."
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 27, 2024 18:13:20 GMT -8
''Considering the fact that we only had about one hundred more feet to fall before splat,'' Harrow said slapping his palms together. Soon the twins and both halves of the dragon came within sight of the fortress, ''got any plans for when we get back,'' Harrow asked, ''wait a sec, remember that prissy Nanu, or whatever her face, maybe we should pay her a visit,'' he said brow furrowing in contemplation.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 27, 2024 20:02:55 GMT -8
Crimson and Firasko were dashing above the tree tops, Firasko swinging her black hilted sword all the while. The pair flew several rounds above and between the trees, Crimson even pulling off a spinning side curve with prefect grace. Firasko whistled her approval at that trick, a low swooping sound, yet she somehow managed to colorize her satisfaction in that shallow sound. Crimson expressed his thanks with a night lark imitation, to which black haired elf answered with three repeated owl calls, requesting that they do that formation again. Crimnson cooperated. Although the two trained vigorously everyday, and Firasko insisted on thoroughness, he enjoyed their sessions and hunts. After Firasko's incident it had taken him a while to readjust from the bubbly, talkative, hotthead to the silent, ghost of her former self creature that had taken its place. It hadn't taken him long to learn their whistle language, as they usually made things up as they went along. He was her most trusted companion, for she wans't very close with her father, and tried to avoid her brother, who had no interest in dragons. Sometimes Crimson thought she would be happier if only she would reach out more to her own kind, but years had past and she hadn't tried anything yet. Given that fact, Crimson tried his best to keep her satisfied, and over time had gotten very used to her. Now, as they slid through the air, moving as if they were one, it felt awesome. They practiced the spinning curve formation several times, adding more difficulty to the routine with each round. All of a sudden, as they wizzed between two trees, Firasko's grip slipped on her Katana. She swung it around her head to avoid cutting Crimson, who was in the middle of going into a spin. Firasko's sudden movement upset the momentum scale, and Crimson didn't spin fast enough, causing his wing to scrape against a jagged limb. Crimson had one vulnerable spot, and those were his delicate thin wings, the right one of which now had a rugged cut. Crimson continued flying to the best of his ability, but his momevment was pained, and he jerked a bit on the curves. Firasko was yelling at herself internally for her carelesnes, and whistled to Crimson that he should land, which after a few search rounds, he managed to succesfully do. Firasko leapt off and examined the wound. She didn't know much at all about anything that had to do with medical issues, despite having had a rather serious one herself. She walked Crimson over to a small stream and washed out the wound carefully, whistling her appologies. The cut was pretty deep, and bled a lot, but it hadn't severed the wing, and Crimson wanted to take off again. Reluctantly, Firasko agreed, and putting up their gratest effort, they raced back to the village, where Firasko went in search of the healer.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 27, 2024 20:09:30 GMT -8
Harrow's statement was followed by a great deal of support on Arrow's behalf. "A visit she deserves.", he contoured. "And maybe that slinky dragon of hers, too."
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Post by tenebria on Feb 27, 2024 20:28:08 GMT -8
Alalëa gave a slight almost reluctant sigh as the stables came into sight, then nudged Visilva to begin her descent. Unbeknownst to them, almost directly around the corner of the stable, some weak Dreki, surrounding a certain sparky dragon, were beginning to wiggle their wings in feeble attempts to get airborne again. Visilva gave a rumble and dove for the ground, flaring her wings out just a few feet from the ground and landing with strong wingbeats... which carried all the way around that corner, and causing a neon green dreki to go whirling off in the dust with the strength of the wind. The Shadow dragon's claws settled in the ground as she calmed her wingbeats, settling on the earth and shaking herself, taking a step before turning her head to her rider. Alalëa caught her breath slightly, having lost some from the sudden dive, then leapt with agility off of her dragon's back. "Good job, Visilva, well executed maneuvers, and no..." she trailed off suddenly, her gaze directed over the treetops they had just flown from. Visilva swung her gaze over, interest sparking in her eyes. If her rider had lost her train of thought, it had to be something either very unusual, or very important! As it turned out... it was both. She snorted, eyes widening imperceptibly. That flight pattern of the large fearsome dark dragon was irregular. Alalëa let out a slightly worried hum as she watched the dragon's staggering flight. "Looks like a wing wound" she said suddenly, her brow furrowed as the dragon flapped with strained effort above them, disappearing behind the stable, and apparently landing from the sound of it. Visilva let out a slight rumble of unrestrained curiosity, and slight scorn. How had a dragon injured itself in FLIGHT? There weren't even any enemy riders in the air space! She snorted again, then suddenly reached down and nudged her rider. Her saddle was getting rather irritating. Alalëa turned to her and rolled her eyes slightly at her expression. "You don't know what happened" she pointed out sternly as she moved to her dragon's side and began unbuckling the straps.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 28, 2024 12:46:34 GMT -8
For such a large dragon Fire and Ice landed quite neatly on the stable landing stone, ''alright,'' Harrow said bounding off, ''after we get theses two settled, we shall pay miss Rosebud a visit,'' he started loosening the brass buckles from the scared leather saddle, hefting it to his shoulder he carried it to the tack closet and placed it in its designated spot, their dragon's name engraved into the stone plate. He dusted his hands off as he quickly made his way back to his brother, ''you done with the dragons?'' he called.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 12:51:18 GMT -8
Crimson leveled off once they reached the village, and landed best as he could. Firasko jumped down quickly before taking another look at his injured wing, then with a slighty worried expression on her stern feautures, she gave him the whistle to stay where he was. She ran around the stable as fast as she could,passing the small group that was standing there, and hastened her steps towards the healers house. She had no idea how she was going to tell him what had happened, but nonetheless she rushed up the steep and sunbleached wooden steps to his house and calmly knocked on old rather washed out door. There was no answer, and Firasko repeted her knock, which also was not answered. Her lips pressed together slightly in frustration and she went back down the steps, skipping two at a time. he decided she would hav to wait untill he returned, for finding him in the village would be hard, and he was probably tending to some other patient at the moment. She looked into the dragon stables, just in case he would be there, but after seeing no one but the stable boys, she went back to where Crimson was still waiting for her. She gave him a reassuring whistle, and looked over his wing again. She didn't think it looked to serious, but she still wasn't quite sure, and led Crimson back to his stal, before getting back up and began her search once again, ignoring the glances of several people as she rushed past them.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 28, 2024 13:24:41 GMT -8
Elexian stared after her, he did not want to leave just yet he liked the peacefulness of this secluded corner for all the other dragons were on the other side of the room. But he was never one to sit idle, pulling his bow he fingered the simple carving of the exotic black wood. He also took from his pocket a some yellow wax and began running it up and down the braided string of his bow. It did not take him long as he took very good care of his bow and seldom allowed its maintenance to slide. Putting his things away Elxian stood and walked back to the general stable area, he grabbed a couple chunks of dried salmon and brought it back to the well known cage. The feathered dragon turned her graceful head back toward him and eyed the meat, even though she really didn't do anything in the cage food was always a huge highlight for her. Elexian stood there of a second then, after the dragon gave him an impatient growl, stuck his arm fearlessly threw the bars, offering her a piece from his open palm.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 13:57:08 GMT -8
Regen watched the small dreki deflate and run, and she gave off another slight shock, this time getting Sorgen, who was standing there crossed arms, his hair standing on end once again. He looked at her rather sternly, and gave a small cough. Regen's eyes changed to a lighter shade of blue, and she started off again after her rider. That is, until she noticed that the shadow dragon was also present. The light blue in Regen's eyes started to run over with some dark streaks, as she grinned at the larger dragon, taking care not to flash her tail. "Beat that, you compost crawling moldy ant's larva that was kicked out of the clan for looking too much like a charred vultures head with twigs!", she said rudely. Sorgen didn't speak dragon language, but he was pretty sure that Regen was not particularly happy to she Visilva. "Regen!", he said in a lowered voice, similar to the sound your mother makes when you misbehave in a public area to let you know that you are so in for it once you reach home.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 28, 2024 14:27:18 GMT -8
Arrow had just finished giving spitball some water,and had tickled him slightly, causing him to spit it all over the place. "Yeah.", he aswered to his brothers question. I'm all done, just cooling of really quick." Spitball indignantly used his teeth to put Arrow's head into the water bucket. "Couldn't resist,", he told his brother, and at least he won't run off and go do something stupid in the next five seconds."
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Post by tenebria on Feb 28, 2024 14:39:44 GMT -8
Nuana gave a light sigh as she waited for the stableboy to finish buckling on the spotless gleaming saddle, then gave him a bland rather disdainful smile before walking brusquely past him and placing her hand on her rather distracted dragon's neck. "Leilani let's move out from the stables so we can take off without this nasty breeze blowing us off course" she said in a rather randomly wise tone, despite the fact that any dragon, even the petal dragon, could resist the breeze. Leilani glanced down to her rider and gave a slight nod, as if it had made true sense, then glanced back in the direction the rather frantic erratic zaps had emitted from. Hmm no sign of any more struggle... what were the results? There had to be at least ONE survivor! As she was waiting, resisting the rather feeble attempts of her rider to speak her back to obedience, a small buzzing sound caught her ears and she turned her gaze downwards slightly, then drew back in mild horror at the rather charred wobbly dreki approaching. The front one gave a small cough, then let out a swift series of squeaks and chirps and squeaky out of breath roars. She sighed. Really? Not even a scratch on the stormy creature with the goatee? What a pity. Ah well, at least she had her answer! Fire did nothing to electricity, but electricity seemed to quite defeat fire. Useful knowledge for later. With a sudden dazzling smile at them she tilted her head, allowing them to leave which they did rather moonily, bumping into each other and almost falling down in a weak heap before buzzing off over the grounds, heading for an unfortunate stone dragon's water trough and plopping in with relieved squeaks. Why Dreki seemed to love water, despite being most certainly of the fire element, stumped all philosophers who bothered to spend time thinking about it. Nuana was rather done with all these silent, to her, dragon conversations, and frowned delicately at her dragon. "Leilani!" she said in a very annoyed tone. The petal dragon cast an eye down, tilting her head slightly to be looking down her snout at the girl, then snorting and tossing her head. So impatient! Really, could a girl have no time for science these days? She gave another elegant snort then turned and began swiftly trotting off, her tail almost knocking over her rider as she did so, the girl just managing to jump out of the way with a slight scream of annoyance and fear. And for good reason, considering the sharp petals that lined the dragon's tail. Leilani rolled her eyes. Really? Did Nuana seriously think she'd ever cut her? Think how HORRIBLE it would be if the girls BLOOD got on her pink scales! She shuddered. Red and pink were the worst contrast she could think of... well besides pink and green of course.
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