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TOPIC | Snowglazed (Closed FR RP)
Winter was approaching, that much could be told. The air was nippy, frost licking at the last dying blades of grass which crunched underpaw. Whipped clouds crossed the sky, laden with purity and grace that fell only in the virgin form of snow that threatened to sweep the land like a well-bidding mother. It was on these cold plains which two dragons spoke, their breath clouding in iced puffs of steam. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22147615] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/221477/22147615_350.png[/img] [/url] "Do you really think it's worth the risk?" Snapped a Guardian, voice low and commanding like the sound of boulders rolling down a mountain's back. "After all we've been through?" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19448563] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/194486/19448563_350.png[/img] [/url] "We have to try, Kairo. It's for the good of the Clan." Replied the smaller Wildclaw which was the object of the Guardian's anger. Her face was cool, collected, a mixture of motherly compassion and a war-tuned hero's glare. "No one else is planning to stand against Xaveria, and I know you have your doubts." "Even then, I am sworn to protect her as you once were, Parsuns." Kairo spat back, with clear distaste in her tone. Her tail sent up a flurry of frozen dew as it lashed in her anger, and her voice seemed to rise and carry as she spoke, loud enough to draw the attention of any passersby...
Winter was approaching, that much could be told. The air was nippy, frost licking at the last dying blades of grass which crunched underpaw. Whipped clouds crossed the sky, laden with purity and grace that fell only in the virgin form of snow that threatened to sweep the land like a well-bidding mother. It was on these cold plains which two dragons spoke, their breath clouding in iced puffs of steam.


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"Do you really think it's worth the risk?" Snapped a Guardian, voice low and commanding like the sound of boulders rolling down a mountain's back. "After all we've been through?"


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"We have to try, Kairo. It's for the good of the Clan." Replied the smaller Wildclaw which was the object of the Guardian's anger. Her face was cool, collected, a mixture of motherly compassion and a war-tuned hero's glare. "No one else is planning to stand against Xaveria, and I know you have your doubts."

"Even then, I am sworn to protect her as you once were, Parsuns." Kairo spat back, with clear distaste in her tone. Her tail sent up a flurry of frozen dew as it lashed in her anger, and her voice seemed to rise and carry as she spoke, loud enough to draw the attention of any passersby...
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@ValiantDarkness [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17965747] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/179658/17965747_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] The Southern Icefield was inhospitable at the best of times, but on the other hand it was very nearly pretty, Frisk thought, as long as they could ignore the cold searing across their muzzle. The dense evergreen forest they were detouring around muffled most of the howling wind, leaving Frisk alone with their thoughts. "...as you once were, Parsuns." Frisk ducked. The voices were coming from their right: the Guardian tall and armoured, the seal-coloured Wildclaw scarred and lean. Both were helmeted, and Frisk couldn't help but make a small involuntary noise of dismay - they'd thought themselves miles from the nearest settlement, far from any Clan or dragon. There was nothing for it now. Frisk stepped into view, approaching the two steadily, eyes faced forward, angling their ears away. They had no real hope that they would be ignored, but they [i]really[/i] didn't want a confrontation. Not now, and not ever.
@ValiantDarkness

The Southern Icefield was inhospitable at the best of times, but on the other hand it was very nearly pretty, Frisk thought, as long as they could ignore the cold searing across their muzzle. The dense evergreen forest they were detouring around muffled most of the howling wind, leaving Frisk alone with their thoughts.

"...as you once were, Parsuns."

Frisk ducked. The voices were coming from their right: the Guardian tall and armoured, the seal-coloured Wildclaw scarred and lean. Both were helmeted, and Frisk couldn't help but make a small involuntary noise of dismay - they'd thought themselves miles from the nearest settlement, far from any Clan or dragon.

There was nothing for it now. Frisk stepped into view, approaching the two steadily, eyes faced forward, angling their ears away. They had no real hope that they would be ignored, but they really didn't want a confrontation. Not now, and not ever.
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@Toriel

"More dragons like Brant will get hurt or even killed if we don't do something, Kairo!" Snapped Parsuns, irritated by the Guardian. It was clear, though her loyalty wavered, that she did not wish to betray her leader, and yet something inside of the Wildclaw still pressed on.

"Wait, do you hear something?" Kairo growled, eyes slit as she breathed in deeply. She heard the soft, crisp crunch of grass, smelt the scent of a newcomer striding somewhat importantly towards them. "How long have you been listening to us?"

The Guardian turned her head to glare at an Imperial, male by the size of it. Her muzzle wrinkled, and Parsuns dipped low to the ground, so that though her haunches were in the air, her front paws nearly touched the earth; a customary stance for a Wildclaw honing in on prey. Or a kill.
@Toriel

"More dragons like Brant will get hurt or even killed if we don't do something, Kairo!" Snapped Parsuns, irritated by the Guardian. It was clear, though her loyalty wavered, that she did not wish to betray her leader, and yet something inside of the Wildclaw still pressed on.

"Wait, do you hear something?" Kairo growled, eyes slit as she breathed in deeply. She heard the soft, crisp crunch of grass, smelt the scent of a newcomer striding somewhat importantly towards them. "How long have you been listening to us?"

The Guardian turned her head to glare at an Imperial, male by the size of it. Her muzzle wrinkled, and Parsuns dipped low to the ground, so that though her haunches were in the air, her front paws nearly touched the earth; a customary stance for a Wildclaw honing in on prey. Or a kill.
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[left][size=1]@ValiantDarkness[/size][/left] [columns] "I'm - I'm sorry." Frisk whispered, and winced. They hadn't been convincing enough, and now both dragons looked as though they'd rather attack them than listen. "I... I didn't mean to overhear. Or interrupt." [i]Wow, that was pathetic. Do you greet your friends like that, Frisk?[/i] They lifted their head, and kept their voice level. "My name's Frisk. I'm just passing through, I'm not from any clan around here." [i]Yeah, that's right, they'd be pretty hopeless if your accent hasn't tipped them off by now.[/i] Just for another moment. Then they'd have the stillness they needed to compose themselves, and carry on. Frisk carefully slid the hood of their wetsuit off their horns to expose their neck. They ignored the pain slicing against their gillslits as they fluttered and gulped in the cold air, but the enraged howl that followed nearly shook them to the core. [i]Idiot! You stupid awful fatsucking shortwhiskered fool - [/i] [nextcol] [img]http://orig15.deviantart.net/5228/f/2015/319/5/9/fr_adopt_imp_heartmane_finr_by_seepranne-d9gr8nq.png[/img] [/columns]

"I'm - I'm sorry." Frisk whispered, and winced. They hadn't been convincing enough, and now both dragons looked as though they'd rather attack them than listen. "I... I didn't mean to overhear. Or interrupt."

Wow, that was pathetic. Do you greet your friends like that, Frisk?

They lifted their head, and kept their voice level. "My name's Frisk. I'm just passing through, I'm not from any clan around here." Yeah, that's right, they'd be pretty hopeless if your accent hasn't tipped them off by now.

Just for another moment. Then they'd have the stillness they needed to compose themselves, and carry on. Frisk carefully slid the hood of their wetsuit off their horns to expose their neck.

They ignored the pain slicing against their gillslits as they fluttered and gulped in the cold air, but the enraged howl that followed nearly shook them to the core.

Idiot! You stupid awful fatsucking shortwhiskered fool -
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"How much did you hear?" Parsuns straightened up, silently sighing with relief. Kairo, however, still stood on edge, allowing Parsuns to be the one making the peaceful talk. It was clear they were both still tense, but the Wildclaw tried not to let it show.

Kairo let out a small gasp under her breath, seeing slits on the Imp's neck flare and lie at rest. Gills? This dragon has... gills?!

@Toriel
"How much did you hear?" Parsuns straightened up, silently sighing with relief. Kairo, however, still stood on edge, allowing Parsuns to be the one making the peaceful talk. It was clear they were both still tense, but the Wildclaw tried not to let it show.

Kairo let out a small gasp under her breath, seeing slits on the Imp's neck flare and lie at rest. Gills? This dragon has... gills?!

@Toriel
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"Not much at all." Frisk said, truthfully. The Guardian, at least, seemed pacified: the point had been made. They let their gillslits hang closed, but didn't pull their hood back on.

Are you so eager to get yourself killed, or are you just a fool?

"You mentioned a dragon named Parsuns, I think? And... someone named Xaveria."




"Not much at all." Frisk said, truthfully. The Guardian, at least, seemed pacified: the point had been made. They let their gillslits hang closed, but didn't pull their hood back on.

Are you so eager to get yourself killed, or are you just a fool?

"You mentioned a dragon named Parsuns, I think? And... someone named Xaveria."



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"I'm Parsuns. This is Kairo." The Wildclaw offered, despite Kairo's low growl of protest. Both seemed confused by the dragon's gills, although Parsuns hid it far better than Kairo. "But beyond that, what are you doing here? Not to be rude, but from the looks of it, you aren't exactly a native..."
"I'm Parsuns. This is Kairo." The Wildclaw offered, despite Kairo's low growl of protest. Both seemed confused by the dragon's gills, although Parsuns hid it far better than Kairo. "But beyond that, what are you doing here? Not to be rude, but from the looks of it, you aren't exactly a native..."
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@ValiantDarkness (remember to ping me! I almost didn't see this :>)

"Yes." Frisk said. Obviously. "I'm from the Leviathan Trench. Many members of my clan took seriously ill, and they sent me to find a cure from the medics of the Promenade. But I failed, and... I can't go back."

And if it were only that, you'd have been fine.

Frisk's shoulders slumped. "They were... the Clan leaders blamed the Plaguebringer. They were gathering other clans and were planning an attack on the Contagion when I left. If I return without a cure, they won't hesitate to attack."

The truth was that their Clan might have waged war already: but Frisk didn't want to voice it. Instead they twitched their shoulders in a sign that indicated that this line of conversation was over. To the right observer it might even look like a shrug.
@ValiantDarkness (remember to ping me! I almost didn't see this :>)

"Yes." Frisk said. Obviously. "I'm from the Leviathan Trench. Many members of my clan took seriously ill, and they sent me to find a cure from the medics of the Promenade. But I failed, and... I can't go back."

And if it were only that, you'd have been fine.

Frisk's shoulders slumped. "They were... the Clan leaders blamed the Plaguebringer. They were gathering other clans and were planning an attack on the Contagion when I left. If I return without a cure, they won't hesitate to attack."

The truth was that their Clan might have waged war already: but Frisk didn't want to voice it. Instead they twitched their shoulders in a sign that indicated that this line of conversation was over. To the right observer it might even look like a shrug.
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@ValiantDarkness Still here?
@ValiantDarkness Still here?
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@Toriel Yes! Sorry, I'm super busy. I'll write a reply soon!
@Toriel Yes! Sorry, I'm super busy. I'll write a reply soon!
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