Nightfish growled. "What is that supposed to mean? Are you judging him because of his eyes?"
           
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Roleplay
Tell stories and roleplay in the world of Flight Rising.
TOPIC | Reign of Fire (FR RP, Open)
Couleur blinked. He coughed again. “I have to fight. They found me and now I fight for them.” He shivered. “I’m fine.” His chest hurt. He grasped it in pain. “Who... Who are you? Wait.. you’re not Fire... Spy!” He pulled himself up. “Spy!” He wheezed. Couleur coughed up a cloud of black ash. “Ah...” He moaned. His head dropped. He lay down. Couleur sighed.
Couleur blinked. He coughed again. “I have to fight. They found me and now I fight for them.” He shivered. “I’m fine.” His chest hurt. He grasped it in pain. “Who... Who are you? Wait.. you’re not Fire... Spy!” He pulled himself up. “Spy!” He wheezed. Couleur coughed up a cloud of black ash. “Ah...” He moaned. His head dropped. He lay down. Couleur sighed.
His vision became hazy and blurred for a moment. He saw a figure approach him. It looked familiar, but he couldn't make it out. All he could see was blue. He scowled at the figure, swinging his claws at them as they got closer. "Stay back!" he'd shout. "I'll suffer you no more!" He felt the urge to use his remaining strength to lunge at the unknown figure, but his blurred vision soon cleared. He realized it was Katara, the dragon who helped him earlier.
"Oh! Oh... it's you." He couldn't help but laugh, but it was cut short when he felt a sharp, sudden pain in his lungs. He winced, clutching his stomach. Much to his own surprise, he was able to keep a grip on his pearl. The Skydancer asked if he was all right, prompting him to respond with a stifled snicker.
"I'm fine," he answered. "Pain won't stop me." He accepted Katara's offer to help, groaning in pain as he grasped her claw with his own. His legs shook, struggling to keep himself standing. "It would surely help if you could tend to my wounds, but-" He coughed up some dust, causing him to lean against the wall of a building to keep himself from falling. "Perhaps you should care for those caught in the crossfire?"
"Oh! Oh... it's you." He couldn't help but laugh, but it was cut short when he felt a sharp, sudden pain in his lungs. He winced, clutching his stomach. Much to his own surprise, he was able to keep a grip on his pearl. The Skydancer asked if he was all right, prompting him to respond with a stifled snicker.
"I'm fine," he answered. "Pain won't stop me." He accepted Katara's offer to help, groaning in pain as he grasped her claw with his own. His legs shook, struggling to keep himself standing. "It would surely help if you could tend to my wounds, but-" He coughed up some dust, causing him to lean against the wall of a building to keep himself from falling. "Perhaps you should care for those caught in the crossfire?"
His vision became hazy and blurred for a moment. He saw a figure approach him. It looked familiar, but he couldn't make it out. All he could see was blue. He scowled at the figure, swinging his claws at them as they got closer. "Stay back!" he'd shout. "I'll suffer you no more!" He felt the urge to use his remaining strength to lunge at the unknown figure, but his blurred vision soon cleared. He realized it was Katara, the dragon who helped him earlier.
"Oh! Oh... it's you." He couldn't help but laugh, but it was cut short when he felt a sharp, sudden pain in his lungs. He winced, clutching his stomach. Much to his own surprise, he was able to keep a grip on his pearl. The Skydancer asked if he was all right, prompting him to respond with a stifled snicker.
"I'm fine," he answered. "Pain won't stop me." He accepted Katara's offer to help, groaning in pain as he grasped her claw with his own. His legs shook, struggling to keep himself standing. "It would surely help if you could tend to my wounds, but-" He coughed up some dust, causing him to lean against the wall of a building to keep himself from falling. "Perhaps you should care for those caught in the crossfire?"
"Oh! Oh... it's you." He couldn't help but laugh, but it was cut short when he felt a sharp, sudden pain in his lungs. He winced, clutching his stomach. Much to his own surprise, he was able to keep a grip on his pearl. The Skydancer asked if he was all right, prompting him to respond with a stifled snicker.
"I'm fine," he answered. "Pain won't stop me." He accepted Katara's offer to help, groaning in pain as he grasped her claw with his own. His legs shook, struggling to keep himself standing. "It would surely help if you could tend to my wounds, but-" He coughed up some dust, causing him to lean against the wall of a building to keep himself from falling. "Perhaps you should care for those caught in the crossfire?"
Katara backed off from his claws, waiting until he recognized her to move forward again. "I probably should, but it's hard to get to anyone long enough with that Ridgeback here. He's the last large breed here; the others are Coatls and stuff, and I can take them out no problem. I heal you, you help me take him down, I get to heal everyone else. Sound good?" There weren't too many dragons still fighting on their side- a lot of them were hurt, some of them badly. She wanted to heal them, but she saw another dragon who tried and was almost torn apart by the Ridgeback. He needed to be taken out before anything else- and a Skydancer and Pearlcatcher should be able to take a Ridgeback. Right?
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Tarrlok paused, wondering how the hatchling could tell that he wasn't really from the Fire Flight. "I have the Fire eyes, don't I? So I must be from Fire. You can't be expected to know every dragon." It wasn't a complete lie- he did have the eyes, and he was once from Fire, but was he with them? No, but the hatchling didn't have to know this. "You can't fight for your flight like this. Do you want to...tire your self out here? You want to be able to fight again, don't you?" He didn't really know why he was helping this Fire dragon, and something told him he shouldn't- but it was just a hatchling.
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Tarrlok paused, wondering how the hatchling could tell that he wasn't really from the Fire Flight. "I have the Fire eyes, don't I? So I must be from Fire. You can't be expected to know every dragon." It wasn't a complete lie- he did have the eyes, and he was once from Fire, but was he with them? No, but the hatchling didn't have to know this. "You can't fight for your flight like this. Do you want to...tire your self out here? You want to be able to fight again, don't you?" He didn't really know why he was helping this Fire dragon, and something told him he shouldn't- but it was just a hatchling.
Katara backed off from his claws, waiting until he recognized her to move forward again. "I probably should, but it's hard to get to anyone long enough with that Ridgeback here. He's the last large breed here; the others are Coatls and stuff, and I can take them out no problem. I heal you, you help me take him down, I get to heal everyone else. Sound good?" There weren't too many dragons still fighting on their side- a lot of them were hurt, some of them badly. She wanted to heal them, but she saw another dragon who tried and was almost torn apart by the Ridgeback. He needed to be taken out before anything else- and a Skydancer and Pearlcatcher should be able to take a Ridgeback. Right?
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Tarrlok paused, wondering how the hatchling could tell that he wasn't really from the Fire Flight. "I have the Fire eyes, don't I? So I must be from Fire. You can't be expected to know every dragon." It wasn't a complete lie- he did have the eyes, and he was once from Fire, but was he with them? No, but the hatchling didn't have to know this. "You can't fight for your flight like this. Do you want to...tire your self out here? You want to be able to fight again, don't you?" He didn't really know why he was helping this Fire dragon, and something told him he shouldn't- but it was just a hatchling.
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Tarrlok paused, wondering how the hatchling could tell that he wasn't really from the Fire Flight. "I have the Fire eyes, don't I? So I must be from Fire. You can't be expected to know every dragon." It wasn't a complete lie- he did have the eyes, and he was once from Fire, but was he with them? No, but the hatchling didn't have to know this. "You can't fight for your flight like this. Do you want to...tire your self out here? You want to be able to fight again, don't you?" He didn't really know why he was helping this Fire dragon, and something told him he shouldn't- but it was just a hatchling.
Upon stepping out of a shop due to hearing a lot of commotion, Sadira and her escorts looked around. Uru clambered over Ezekial's head to look. The fae than fluttered to the nearest dragon. (Short response but I'm lost since I'm not keeping up. Anyone wanna help?)
Upon stepping out of a shop due to hearing a lot of commotion, Sadira and her escorts looked around. Uru clambered over Ezekial's head to look. The fae than fluttered to the nearest dragon. (Short response but I'm lost since I'm not keeping up. Anyone wanna help?)
((Aha! Hello @FrostSol. I haven't quite put together the specifics yet, but there is a lot of fighting. I'll take care of that in a bit.))
((Aha! Hello @FrostSol. I haven't quite put together the specifics yet, but there is a lot of fighting. I'll take care of that in a bit.))
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*strums ukulele in a terrible rendition of Wonderwall*
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Oh hey I have a hatchery now! - Uh oh, guess who has a Skin Shop now too |
Couleur’s face scrunched up. “Uh, well... I’ve never seen you before. I’ve seen a lot of Fire dragons in these past two days. I’ve never seen you before. And I’ve heard that a lot of dragons leave their birth flights. And... it’s not like I choose to fight these battles...” He muttered. He thought for a second. “Hatchlings are supposed to fight, right?” He looked up at the dragon.
Couleur’s face scrunched up. “Uh, well... I’ve never seen you before. I’ve seen a lot of Fire dragons in these past two days. I’ve never seen you before. And I’ve heard that a lot of dragons leave their birth flights. And... it’s not like I choose to fight these battles...” He muttered. He thought for a second. “Hatchlings are supposed to fight, right?” He looked up at the dragon.
Tarrlok paused, listening to the hatchling. "There's a lot of Fire dragons, more than you've probably seen. And..." He paused, taking in what the hatchling was saying. Hatchlings? Fighting? He hoped that this wasn't a new Fire Flight thing...hatchlings shouldn't have to fight larger,older dragons! They won't be able to fight larger, older dragons! A fae could probably take down this coatl! (Maybe a big fae.) "...Hatchlings aren't supposed to fight. Where did you get that from?" He tried to keep his voice calm, trying to keep down his worried feelings.
Tarrlok paused, listening to the hatchling. "There's a lot of Fire dragons, more than you've probably seen. And..." He paused, taking in what the hatchling was saying. Hatchlings? Fighting? He hoped that this wasn't a new Fire Flight thing...hatchlings shouldn't have to fight larger,older dragons! They won't be able to fight larger, older dragons! A fae could probably take down this coatl! (Maybe a big fae.) "...Hatchlings aren't supposed to fight. Where did you get that from?" He tried to keep his voice calm, trying to keep down his worried feelings.
Tyrion eyed the Skydancer, then set his gaze on the Ridgeback, scowling at the ferocious beast. "Won't be an easy fight," he remarked, coughing out some more dust. He couldn't have inhaled that much, could he? His thoughts were interrupted by another series of coughs. "Alright, alright. If you heal me as best you can, I'll help you take down that Ridgeback." His shallow breaths had become even more shallow; he was becoming lightheaded.
His pain only grew. He'd never been taken out by Ridgeback like that before. At least it'll make for a great story in the future. "Hurry, or you'll soon have to find another dragon to assist you." He said nothing more afterwards, simply waiting for Katara for heal him as promised.
His pain only grew. He'd never been taken out by Ridgeback like that before. At least it'll make for a great story in the future. "Hurry, or you'll soon have to find another dragon to assist you." He said nothing more afterwards, simply waiting for Katara for heal him as promised.
Tyrion eyed the Skydancer, then set his gaze on the Ridgeback, scowling at the ferocious beast. "Won't be an easy fight," he remarked, coughing out some more dust. He couldn't have inhaled that much, could he? His thoughts were interrupted by another series of coughs. "Alright, alright. If you heal me as best you can, I'll help you take down that Ridgeback." His shallow breaths had become even more shallow; he was becoming lightheaded.
His pain only grew. He'd never been taken out by Ridgeback like that before. At least it'll make for a great story in the future. "Hurry, or you'll soon have to find another dragon to assist you." He said nothing more afterwards, simply waiting for Katara for heal him as promised.
His pain only grew. He'd never been taken out by Ridgeback like that before. At least it'll make for a great story in the future. "Hurry, or you'll soon have to find another dragon to assist you." He said nothing more afterwards, simply waiting for Katara for heal him as promised.