Roleplay

(@EmeraldDragon13 it was intended as a mistake on Karala's part, but no worries. xD I can leave her there in case someone else comes along.)

Rosencrantz rolled over onto his belly and listened thoughtfully. The slur about size didn't really bother him - he'd heard worse, and would for far longer. It had stopped being a point of soreness sometime into his third cycle, when he realized his slim, agile body was confounding to bigger beasts. They simply couldn't get a grip on him in close quarters. Useful, clever, and enraging to his nest-brothers and clan rivals. Still, as he glanced at Thalassa's length stretched out in the sun, he felt a pique of annoyance that she managed to double him without any effort. Wretch.

"Dead babies still have graves." The tiger male twisted so his head lolled off the rock, looking at Thalassa upside-down. "You know, if you're really that bored, I could probably help. There's a clan meet happening tomorrow night at moonrise. Would be a cinch to get you into the flight there. Not a raid or anything, but more fun than nest patrol." He grinned, his whiskers twitching all the way down to his paws. "Gonna cost you, though. I want more pearls."

(No character limit, so long as you can keep track of your charries. I'm rather fond of working in a full cast, as you can see. xD)

Rosencrantz hummed contentedly, attempting to knock a dragonfly out of the air with his tail. "Thalassa," he began fondly, "Dusk wants to babysit you about as much as you want to be babysat. If getting you into the flight there has the slightest chance of quieting your begging to join a fighting wing, he would drag you there himself."

The tiger male rose from his beloved rock with a yawn and furled his wings reluctantly. "I suppose I can go see about it now. I want my pearls by my den when I get back, Thalassa, or I'll tell him you're heavy with eggs and that's what's making you all rowdy." Grinning, he skipped out of reach. "And by the way, pearls are too good for brood mothers. You'll see - I'm making something spectacular." At last, he turned away, stepping off in a lively way toward the dens of the flight leads.

"Oh, good, I thought he'd never leave." A honey-coloured snout rose from the edge of a pond nearby, snorting a fine mist of water as the dragon settled his bearded chin on the rocky ledge there. The rest of his body was still submerged, but the high golden antlers rising from his crown betrayed him; the male was one of the largest breeds in the clan. Deep blue eyes regarded Thalassa thoughtfully. "Are you sure you want to go to that meet? Oh - I'm Blu. Sorry if I startled you. The water's nice."

(I think I have a basic idea about what's happening. Correct me if I'm wrong :) )

Honestly, the thrill of the steal was the only thing keeping him alive.
Orion's long, metallic wings were stretched to their full extent, shining under the soft light of the day. His gold eyes flicked around, searching the skies and mountains below him. A warm, pale-colored egg was clutched against his chest. He had swooped in just as the female went deep into sleep. She had a clutch of five but she had been hidden under some thick trees and he had to focus on dodging beneath the branches instead of getting as many eggs as he could.
"Hello dear" he had whispered to the egg. It felt warm against his scales, compared to the dawn air in which he had finally shaken off. The egg hadn't answered but he felt the weight of it shift, as if whatever life was in had moved. It excited him.
Orion had been a stolen egg, orphaned and treated as a warrior since birth. Although, he was thinner than his brethren. He found that he was better at being quiet than fighting wars and was trained as a scout instead.
If anything, he hardly talked. Hundreds of times he had almost been caught by mothers but after awhile, the adrenaline of swooping in and adopting new eggs and dragons wore off. But it was his only taste of freedom he got.
Orion wasn't a warrior at heart. He was a father and the eggs he took were all his.

He swept into the clearing, his metallic silver scales glimmering in the sunlight as he lofted into the canyon. He placed his pale egg among the others, purring as it took its place among the rest of the young. He caught sight of some of the hatchlings playing and sat down to watch, curling his cut tail over his feet to protect them against the cold.
Scars danced over his glittering scales, the tip of his tail was cut off, a scar traveled from his mouth to his ear, and one of his wings was torn at the edge. He could barely fly, let alone maneuver, but he worked around his handicap.
Dragons wandered around the canyon, females tending to the young, male warriors sparring with each other or draping themselves over sun-drenched stones. Other scouts were milling among the eggs alongside the females.
The chaos felt peaceful to the metallic drake. He sighed and turned his attention to the young hatchlings, wrestling on the sun-baked stones.

(I'm not sure where to stick Orion in but oh well)

"He was only there for a little while." Blu watched her approach, content to stay where he was. "He chose that rock when he saw you and Dusk talking, actually. I think he wanted to see you."

As Thalassa reached the edge of the pool, the big male shifted over, sending ripples of water splashing over the rock ledge. It was deep, but clear; sunlight filtered through depths and played over Blu's body as it reclined in a lazy spiral around the cone-shaped pit. His mane ran the length of his spine, waving like strange seaweed with each movement, and his wings were bulky blue weights folded in tightly to his flanks. It was kindly meant, but unnecessary - there wasn't much room either way.

Blu realized this with a sigh, and reluctantly clambered out of the pool, dripping water everywhere in the process. "The meeting is about stolen eggs," he said, somewhat aggrieved. After several moments of coiling himself up comfortably, he again regarded Thalassa, this time somewhat apologetic. "Ah, that was snappish of me. But you can see why it may be upsetting for some females. Apparently some of the wanderers have had their nests raided. There will be many accusations, and the flight leads will need to be careful about who they bring. Why do you want to fight so badly, anyway?" He leaned forward, peering down at her inquisitively. "Fighting is painful, you know."

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"Orion." Killian trotted into view, folding and unfolding his wings in a nervous tic. The harness jingled in time with each step like coins tumbling over each other. He looked at the eggs the scout had gathered, and nodded approvingly. "Not bad. You're rather good at this, you know... Oh, and Alouette will be making a round soon, I'll make sure she comes by to see your work." Smiling, the black moved off, checking nests and addressing scouts and females in dimly authoritative tones.

The canyon was large, but Lanis only occupied the southeast corner of it. Rich banks by the river were excellent nursing grounds, and the males had plenty of ledges to sun themselves on and an open sky above to practice maneuvers. As it was, a murmur of excitement was rippling through the groups, and several flights broke off their practices to cluster. A few minutes later, Khaldonius came into view, with slim Alouette at his side.

The two of them were pleasant enough, complimenting several brood mothers on their nests and hatchlings. As they neared Orion, there was only one hiccup; a hatchling with a stumped wing skittered out from behind his mother, staring at Khaldonius with wide, impressed eyes. The little creature was barely the length of a claw on the giant white's paw. For a brief moment, they observed each other, and the Khaldonius passed without another word. Alouette's eyes lit on Orion. "Oh, a scout!" she cooed. She bounded up to him and looked over his nest with undisguised glee. "How wonderful! What is your name?"