A warrior trudges out of the forest towards where he hears and smells other dragons, one of his wings contorted at a painfully unnatural angle and dragging on the ground. His once pristine white armour was damaged and dirty, covered in mud and what appears to be blood. He has definitely seen better days. He stays quiet but approaches the others, as if silently seeking aid.
TOPIC | Eran's Nest [Closed\ Finished]
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A warrior trudges out of the forest towards where he hears and smells other dragons, one of his wings contorted at a painfully unnatural angle and dragging on the ground. His once pristine white armour was damaged and dirty, covered in mud and what appears to be blood. He has definitely seen better days. He stays quiet but approaches the others, as if silently seeking aid.
A warrior trudges out of the forest towards where he hears and smells other dragons, one of his wings contorted at a painfully unnatural angle and dragging on the ground. His once pristine white armour was damaged and dirty, covered in mud and what appears to be blood. He has definitely seen better days. He stays quiet but approaches the others, as if silently seeking aid.
nightblade spotted the dragon and hid
nightblade spotted the dragon and hid
Space was so Cool~
So Cool~
But it won't even live in a Memory
Universe Unspooled~
So Cruel~
To be Leaving with only a Melody~
(Did not PM first, will do, sorry. I skimmed and was stupid.)
(Did not PM first, will do, sorry. I skimmed and was stupid.)
(@axolotlboi it's alright, you are still welcome to join. I just put that there to make sure people at least read my rules for the role first.)
(@axolotlboi it's alright, you are still welcome to join. I just put that there to make sure people at least read my rules for the role first.)
Eran quickly lead Satine back to the female tundra dragon. He landed beside her while Satine caught up, speaking before Eran could. "You wouldn't happen to be the mother of the younglings we found would you?"
Eran quickly lead Satine back to the female tundra dragon. He landed beside her while Satine caught up, speaking before Eran could. "You wouldn't happen to be the mother of the younglings we found would you?"
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[font=Georgia]A rather small skydancer lay on the forest floor, legs tucked underneath him as his tail slowly, however steadily waved back and forth, moving browned leaved from their initial resting place. His claws are long and untrimmed, resembling talons. It seems that he lacks wings, the stump where whey would have sprouted from perpetually smoldering, flickering, and glittering with the last dying embers of a recent accident. The wound is freshly cauterized. A good mile or so away is an ancient town, very much abandoned and in terrible deterioration.
He had to get an amputation after being crushed under debris, the ruins he was studying caving in on him. It seems the fire used to stop infection and bleeding wasn't so contained, and thus causing damage to some feathers and skin. He seems unwilling to move from his spot quickly, still trying to rise. He had to conduct this all on his own, thus the reason for his injury. He still bore his steampunk apparel, now upright and limping weakly towards an unfamiliar group of dragons, to simply ask if there is an open medic, or even someone with some numbing salves.[/center]
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A rather small skydancer lay on the forest floor, legs tucked underneath him as his tail slowly, however steadily waved back and forth, moving browned leaved from their initial resting place. His claws are long and untrimmed, resembling talons. It seems that he lacks wings, the stump where whey would have sprouted from perpetually smoldering, flickering, and glittering with the last dying embers of a recent accident. The wound is freshly cauterized. A good mile or so away is an ancient town, very much abandoned and in terrible deterioration.
He had to get an amputation after being crushed under debris, the ruins he was studying caving in on him. It seems the fire used to stop infection and bleeding wasn't so contained, and thus causing damage to some feathers and skin. He seems unwilling to move from his spot quickly, still trying to rise. He had to conduct this all on his own, thus the reason for his injury. He still bore his steampunk apparel, now upright and limping weakly towards an unfamiliar group of dragons, to simply ask if there is an open medic, or even someone with some numbing salves.
|| Please ping me, i often cannot find a rp response otherwise. ||
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Cell's heavy breathing could be heard through his grim mask-like skull, although muffled so it wasn't quite as obvious to any nearby dragons or animals. It had been over a week since he had rested, and by resting meaning fainting mid-stride and being out for the next day or to. The pearlcatcher's pace had slowed to a deathmarch, and now even the red linen scraps wrapped around his tail seemed heavy. It would not be pleasant to fall asleep in this land, for even though he may infect the ground he steps on, the servant of the Plaguemother was unsure what a clan of Nature dragons might do him. The Fey especially,those tiny mongrels were unpredictable, and very much tricksters. Might hang him with vines.
He pressed onwards, Cell's tenacious disposition and willpower driving him to fulfill his goal, infecting all that grows lush and green. The coddling and nurturing methods of Nature dragons was sick, for that's not how true nature should work. Survival of the fittest, the most driven. It is wrong, how they treat wildlife. If they see an injured animal, the fondle it and rehabilitate it so it can go die again. Despicable. They should leave it to die, so its weakness cannot be pressed onto the next generation's genes. That was the way the loyal soldier was raised, from egg to adulthood, it was only the best who made it into the clan's ranks, and didn't perish at the hands of their siblings.
The stench of rot reeked from the pearcatcher's position, even though he himself had gone nose-blind to it, and Cell new it. Let them come, let him weed through the weak. Maybe he'll see just how well nurturing works.
Cell's heavy breathing could be heard through his grim mask-like skull, although muffled so it wasn't quite as obvious to any nearby dragons or animals. It had been over a week since he had rested, and by resting meaning fainting mid-stride and being out for the next day or to. The pearlcatcher's pace had slowed to a deathmarch, and now even the red linen scraps wrapped around his tail seemed heavy. It would not be pleasant to fall asleep in this land, for even though he may infect the ground he steps on, the servant of the Plaguemother was unsure what a clan of Nature dragons might do him. The Fey especially,those tiny mongrels were unpredictable, and very much tricksters. Might hang him with vines.
He pressed onwards, Cell's tenacious disposition and willpower driving him to fulfill his goal, infecting all that grows lush and green. The coddling and nurturing methods of Nature dragons was sick, for that's not how true nature should work. Survival of the fittest, the most driven. It is wrong, how they treat wildlife. If they see an injured animal, the fondle it and rehabilitate it so it can go die again. Despicable. They should leave it to die, so its weakness cannot be pressed onto the next generation's genes. That was the way the loyal soldier was raised, from egg to adulthood, it was only the best who made it into the clan's ranks, and didn't perish at the hands of their siblings.
The stench of rot reeked from the pearcatcher's position, even though he himself had gone nose-blind to it, and Cell new it. Let them come, let him weed through the weak. Maybe he'll see just how well nurturing works.
Satine noticed as other dragons started coming forward. She didn't quiet wait for the tundra females answer before she gasped. "Oh dear....alright. Come, come. I'll see what I can do for you. I am a healer and can help but I except you can put away any differences for the time being. I don't wish for fights to be had here, rather peace while I put you all back together so you can honestly just tear yourselves apart again." She takes her pouch from her side and begins to grab things from it, setting them one a stone. "Oh this isn't going to be enough is it..." She had set down two red vials, and one green one along with a few bandages and a jar filled with a tick green salve. "I'll need to get more from my den."
(ping list)
@Scarborough
@raevenhart
(ping list)
@Scarborough
@raevenhart
Satine noticed as other dragons started coming forward. She didn't quiet wait for the tundra females answer before she gasped. "Oh dear....alright. Come, come. I'll see what I can do for you. I am a healer and can help but I except you can put away any differences for the time being. I don't wish for fights to be had here, rather peace while I put you all back together so you can honestly just tear yourselves apart again." She takes her pouch from her side and begins to grab things from it, setting them one a stone. "Oh this isn't going to be enough is it..." She had set down two red vials, and one green one along with a few bandages and a jar filled with a tick green salve. "I'll need to get more from my den."
(ping list)
@Scarborough
@raevenhart
(ping list)
@Scarborough
@raevenhart
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[font=Georgia]The dragon was startled, unsure if it was him or the others being talked to, however nevertheless, stepped forward in the case that it was indeed him being addressed. It didn't seem he had the willpower to fight at the moment, the entire area where his shoulder and ribs meet drenched in blood, as it was two limbs put to the chopping block. Even working the stubs of the no-longer-wings hurt quite a bit. He still allowed the quieter dragon, Frear, the option of going first. He got there first and thus deserved the medical attention first. While waiting, if you wish, he can entertain any loose hatchlings. This dragon is rather hatchling friendly, loves to tell kids about archaeology, fossils and their distant evolutionary ancestors. He doesn't know many stories, but what he can't remember, he can improvise for.
A dust-feather sphinx hops around its companion nervously, attempting to clean its companion of blood in an almost maternal fashion. It didn't get far before being pushed away, though, as the dragon is put off by its front-facing eyes. The skydancer breed is primarily herbivorous, of course, and therefore classified as a prey breed, not only that, but due to its rather small size, especially with a brood runt like this particular specimen.
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[center][i][font=Georgia][b]|| I'll be posting his image every post for my ease and yours, so that i can have a reference of his looks, also so i don't have to dig through my den. Last note. ||[/b][/i][/center]
The dragon was startled, unsure if it was him or the others being talked to, however nevertheless, stepped forward in the case that it was indeed him being addressed. It didn't seem he had the willpower to fight at the moment, the entire area where his shoulder and ribs meet drenched in blood, as it was two limbs put to the chopping block. Even working the stubs of the no-longer-wings hurt quite a bit. He still allowed the quieter dragon, Frear, the option of going first. He got there first and thus deserved the medical attention first. While waiting, if you wish, he can entertain any loose hatchlings. This dragon is rather hatchling friendly, loves to tell kids about archaeology, fossils and their distant evolutionary ancestors. He doesn't know many stories, but what he can't remember, he can improvise for.
A dust-feather sphinx hops around its companion nervously, attempting to clean its companion of blood in an almost maternal fashion. It didn't get far before being pushed away, though, as the dragon is put off by its front-facing eyes. The skydancer breed is primarily herbivorous, of course, and therefore classified as a prey breed, not only that, but due to its rather small size, especially with a brood runt like this particular specimen.
"I can go after this dragon, they were here first."
|| I'll be posting his image every post for my ease and yours, so that i can have a reference of his looks, also so i don't have to dig through my den. Last note. ||