Just a place for me to write little drabbles of my clan, The Manor!
The sound surrounding us was deafening. Jeers and boos, along with stomps and screeches, filled the air and made me curse my more sensitive hearing. The stone walls reflected the noise back at us five fold, and I was suddenly grateful that this was not the first time I have been here as I heard the sickening sound of bones crunching above us.
We approached the registration desk below the Arena, with an old Longneck shuffling through papers. It looked up, squinting at us through half moon spectacles, and pulled a sort of sneer.
"You don't look as strong as the others," the old Longneck said, adjusting it's glasses and leaning closer to examine us. I lifted my claws, sharpened to razor points, and grinned.
"I guarantee you: we are far tougher." The Longneck looked us over once more before huffing, handing us a few papers.
"Sign," it said boredly, obviously not impressed. That was fine, really. Dusk did not send us here to flaunt our strength around. We were to win a few battles and return with the rewards, that was all. She was looking for a few things, and this was the place to find them. The three of us signed out names on the papers and handed them back to the Longneck before we were waved inside the main waiting area. Two Longneck Scrappers waited at the gate, eyeing us hard. We simply waited, preened our feathers and licked our claws as we prepared. They sneered in disgust.
"Bring in the dragons!" A booming voice proclaimed from within the Arena. The Longnecks both opened the heavy iron gates that we could have easily smashed, and we walked through. We have been here before, and so we were prepared for the items tossed at us. Rubble, trash, anything the Beastclans in the stands could get their hands on came hurtling towards us at nearly laughable speeds. But we didn't come here to fight with them.
"Greetings, dragons!" The centaur in the main chair said. This one was different from the last one we knew. The last one was older, and made me think that this one took over from it. "You three look different from the others," it said, leaning forward like the Longneck did, a mocking grin on it's face. The clans in the stands laughed mockingly as well. A sizable stone flew in my direction, and I didn't flinch when it bounced off of my hide. The stands quieted down slightly in shock.
"I guarantee you," I said once more, smirking slightly. "We are far tougher than the others."
The centaur scoffed. "We shall see about that!" It waved out the first round of enemies, and the three of us got into position.
From then on, all the battles were a blur, a whirlwind of feathers and claws, cries of pain and gasps of shock from the audience around us. We shook off pain other dragons would have winced at, and we recovered when other dragons would have suffered. The Beastclans were not prepared for the likes of us, and I could not help the grin of triumph when we defeated the last round of enemies after several minutes of battle. Not one of us went down. The centaur looked far less than pleased.
"It seems I have underestimated you," it said, as if the words it spoke were disgusting in its mouth.
"It seems so," I replied. My companions looked smug, letting me address the Arena owner while they dusted themselves off. The centaur narrowed its eyes at me, then waved over a guard, a Longneck Gladiator. The guard scurried off , and the centaur looked pleased.
"Then perhaps," it said, "I shouldn't underestimate you any longer."
A large gate opened up to our right, and the three of us leaped into our battle stances. What could only be described as an abomination came sluggishly flying out towards us. Green pustules littered the creature's hide, and we all sneered in disgust at it as it roared at us. An Undying Featherback is a gross enemy indeed.
We fought it easily, of course, though not without a bit of damage. Still, we got out of our battle with that creature with far less damage than the centaur expected. The displeased sneer on its face made us all feel smug, though we hid how we felt as my companions skinned the now dead creature.
"I think," I said, licking a small scratch on my arm, "That we'll take our prize money now."
Trinkets and satchels were tossed at us from our prior opponents, and we gathered them all before leaving. The jeers and boos were louder than before.
"Sedona," Hanna said to me, "Why did we come here in the first place? We all hate it here."
"Well," I said, gesturing to the items in our sacks as we left the Arena and took to the air, "Dusk needed some of these packs, plus we needed a bit more treasure in the vault. It isn't much, but that's mainly because I couldn't stand that centaur."
Dust nodded in agreement. "I was about to go up there and fight him myself after a while!"
"It's a good thing we didn't," I said, nodding. "We don't need any more shame brought upon dragons."
"Oh, you're back early," Dusk said as we entered her study. We had stopped off at a buyer we knew to convert our junk into gold, though we saved some of the food to hand off to the clan larder. I also saved a helmet, large enough for a dragon, to use in alchemy. All in all, we came back with nearly 7,000 treasure and a few openable satchels. I placed it all on Dusk's desk with a small smile.
"Yeah, well, they have a new owner at the Arena," I said with a shrug. "They're nearly unbearable."
"The Arena"
The sound surrounding us was deafening. Jeers and boos, along with stomps and screeches, filled the air and made me curse my more sensitive hearing. The stone walls reflected the noise back at us five fold, and I was suddenly grateful that this was not the first time I have been here as I heard the sickening sound of bones crunching above us.
We approached the registration desk below the Arena, with an old Longneck shuffling through papers. It looked up, squinting at us through half moon spectacles, and pulled a sort of sneer.
"You don't look as strong as the others," the old Longneck said, adjusting it's glasses and leaning closer to examine us. I lifted my claws, sharpened to razor points, and grinned.
"I guarantee you: we are far tougher." The Longneck looked us over once more before huffing, handing us a few papers.
"Sign," it said boredly, obviously not impressed. That was fine, really. Dusk did not send us here to flaunt our strength around. We were to win a few battles and return with the rewards, that was all. She was looking for a few things, and this was the place to find them. The three of us signed out names on the papers and handed them back to the Longneck before we were waved inside the main waiting area. Two Longneck Scrappers waited at the gate, eyeing us hard. We simply waited, preened our feathers and licked our claws as we prepared. They sneered in disgust.
"Bring in the dragons!" A booming voice proclaimed from within the Arena. The Longnecks both opened the heavy iron gates that we could have easily smashed, and we walked through. We have been here before, and so we were prepared for the items tossed at us. Rubble, trash, anything the Beastclans in the stands could get their hands on came hurtling towards us at nearly laughable speeds. But we didn't come here to fight with them.
"Greetings, dragons!" The centaur in the main chair said. This one was different from the last one we knew. The last one was older, and made me think that this one took over from it. "You three look different from the others," it said, leaning forward like the Longneck did, a mocking grin on it's face. The clans in the stands laughed mockingly as well. A sizable stone flew in my direction, and I didn't flinch when it bounced off of my hide. The stands quieted down slightly in shock.
"I guarantee you," I said once more, smirking slightly. "We are far tougher than the others."
The centaur scoffed. "We shall see about that!" It waved out the first round of enemies, and the three of us got into position.
From then on, all the battles were a blur, a whirlwind of feathers and claws, cries of pain and gasps of shock from the audience around us. We shook off pain other dragons would have winced at, and we recovered when other dragons would have suffered. The Beastclans were not prepared for the likes of us, and I could not help the grin of triumph when we defeated the last round of enemies after several minutes of battle. Not one of us went down. The centaur looked far less than pleased.
"It seems I have underestimated you," it said, as if the words it spoke were disgusting in its mouth.
"It seems so," I replied. My companions looked smug, letting me address the Arena owner while they dusted themselves off. The centaur narrowed its eyes at me, then waved over a guard, a Longneck Gladiator. The guard scurried off , and the centaur looked pleased.
"Then perhaps," it said, "I shouldn't underestimate you any longer."
A large gate opened up to our right, and the three of us leaped into our battle stances. What could only be described as an abomination came sluggishly flying out towards us. Green pustules littered the creature's hide, and we all sneered in disgust at it as it roared at us. An Undying Featherback is a gross enemy indeed.
We fought it easily, of course, though not without a bit of damage. Still, we got out of our battle with that creature with far less damage than the centaur expected. The displeased sneer on its face made us all feel smug, though we hid how we felt as my companions skinned the now dead creature.
"I think," I said, licking a small scratch on my arm, "That we'll take our prize money now."
Trinkets and satchels were tossed at us from our prior opponents, and we gathered them all before leaving. The jeers and boos were louder than before.
"Sedona," Hanna said to me, "Why did we come here in the first place? We all hate it here."
"Well," I said, gesturing to the items in our sacks as we left the Arena and took to the air, "Dusk needed some of these packs, plus we needed a bit more treasure in the vault. It isn't much, but that's mainly because I couldn't stand that centaur."
Dust nodded in agreement. "I was about to go up there and fight him myself after a while!"
"It's a good thing we didn't," I said, nodding. "We don't need any more shame brought upon dragons."
"Oh, you're back early," Dusk said as we entered her study. We had stopped off at a buyer we knew to convert our junk into gold, though we saved some of the food to hand off to the clan larder. I also saved a helmet, large enough for a dragon, to use in alchemy. All in all, we came back with nearly 7,000 treasure and a few openable satchels. I placed it all on Dusk's desk with a small smile.
"Yeah, well, they have a new owner at the Arena," I said with a shrug. "They're nearly unbearable."
