Roleplay

Can I enter? Count me interested [b]Name[/b]: Sanguine [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Age[/b]: 21 [b]Description[/b]: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43250473] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/432505/43250473_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Personality[/b]: Sanguine is usually pretty quiet, but not exactly shy. She’s constantly buzzing with energy and her head is filled with ideas. Sometimes, if the ideas become too much for her, she’ll suddenly burst them out, then cover her mouth with her talons. She likes to make quick quips and honestly has a good sense of humor and gets most jokes. Has anxiety issues and will crumble under too much stress and/or pressure. [b]History[/b]: Sanguine didn’t have a very significant history. She was a mechanic for hire, and would invent little trinkets in her spare time. Eventually, she met Adriano, whom she quickly fell in love with and married (fairly recent). They both moved to an arcane clan, and with the help of the arcane dragons, Sanguine began to dabble in the potentials of magitech. Recently, she needed a rare part for her newest and boldest invention, so she traveled away from the clan to find it. On the way, she encountered an unsavory pack of dragons that tried to mug her. She resisted, they fought, and one of them slammed her back on a rock to knock her out. Turns out they missed and skewered her with a broken stump right next to the rock. They panicked and ran away, leaving Sanguine to die. Which she did. [b]Orientation[/b]: Straight (but not available) [b]Abilities[/b]: Can build almost anything and everything if given the right materials. She’s not big on magic, but she can produce enough to power a small contraption. Otherwise she needs outside help or a different fuel source. Not particularly fast (but not slow either), although she is surprisingly strong. Not crazy or fighter strong, but strong enough. [b]Anything Else[/b]: Loyal to her husband, not open for a relationship. Wrings her hands as a nervous habit, which means she’ll probably be doing a lot of that in this RP. Not an animal person.

//@Relics accepted! hop in whenever!

Corvid woke up screaming her claws digging into the ground as her wings fully extended themselves. She flew up without looking up only to hit her head, she looked up in horror. She was trapped. Corvid landed back on the ground and looked around she saw a gaoler in the cell beside her chatting with a... hatchling. Where was she, why is she here, what did she do to deserve this. Corvid could still feel the spears that were jutting through her as she took her final breaths.

Tamesis felt something prod his back. Hard. The Wildclaw hissed at the spear and he was face to face with a guard. It was highly decorated, it's spear freshly sharpened and polished.

It was time to go back to his cell.

He was paraded back, tail lashing as he stalked back. His skull was twisted in a snarl. and he was shoved into his cell. Right next to a crying Skydancer.

"A-Are you okay?" he squeaked, rushing to the bars and holding it for a moment. He only had a bit longer in his cell before he had to go back. The Goddess would want to see him again. "Why are you crying?"

Corvid saw the skull faced dragon be put back into his cell, he nearly immediately took notice of the crying skydancer. To be honest Corvid just now noticed her. Corvid walked closer to the side of the wildclaw she was curious of the dragons demeanor.

Sanguine

Sanguine didn’t exactly wake up with a start. She just kind of rolled over lazily, her wings flopping limply over her body. It was after she woke up that she jumped to her feet, suddenly remembering what had just happened to her - the journey, the mugging, the... murder?

“Oh my gods!” She exclaimed, feeling herself all over. Her face slowly shifted to one of glee. “I’m not dead!” Did that mean her experience had been a dream? Her talons briefly brushed over her back, and she could feel blood, hot and sticky. So it had really happened. But she was alive? Again her face changed, this time to a confused expression. “I’m... not dead?” By all known laws of nature, she should be dead.

Furrowing her brows, Sanguine began to examine her surroundings. She didn’t think she was in the Starlit Strand anymore; it looked more like a cell, or even some sort of arena. Okay, so the robbers probably kidnapped her. Did that mean she was a slave now? Oh, today really wasn’t going well.

She slowly approached the cell door, just in time to watch someone else being pushed into their cell. Without really thinking it through, she knocked on the bars in an attempt to get the guard’s attention. “Hey!” She yelled at them. “Can I talk to you?”

Obviously, she’d never been in a hostage situation before.

The guard that was walking Tamesis back to his cell stopped and glared at the Skydancer. He looked to be a Guardian, heavily decorated in shining armor. His eyes were pure white, though. And they glowed.

"Keep quiet!" he barked at the Skydancer.

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Vara was shoved back to her cell. She didn't really care where it was. She tried snapping at the guards, though. Her green eyes were dark and furious as the door slammed behind her.

It was only a moment later that she heard the crying and talking.

"Ingram!" Vara gasped, rushing to the bars as she looked out, seeing the Gaoler's head sticking out of the bars. "You're still here! Who...Who is this?"

She was talking about the Coatl. Yet she heard the humming and looked to her left, frowning.

"Who the hell is singing?" Her voice was hard and annoyed as she looked around, frowning.

Sanguine

Sanguine frowned in disappointment. Okay, so maybe she should have expected that, but it was still worth a shot. She sat down with a huff and began examining the bars to pass the time. She could feel a strange magic radiating off of them, but they appeared to be normal bars. They were nothing significant... although she did notice that there was no visible lock on it. Hopeful, she pushed the door, but it didn’t budge.

Giving up on the door, she slid her head through the bars to get a good look at the guard. Say, that was some nice armor. Way beyond her price range. Although his armor was fancy, what really caught her interest were his eyes. They were pure, glowing white. Some form of ice, perhaps? He also had something that looked vaguely like a key, which she assumed also possessed some weird magic.

There were other prisoners, too, and a couple of them were talking to each other. She was tempted to engage one of them in conversation, but that probably wouldn’t gain her any information. Instead, she wanted to speak to a guard. But she wasn’t allowed to... she smirked. I will obey the word of the law, if not the intent.

She waited for the guardian to look at another prisoner before squeezing her body against the bars and shoving an arm through. Her funny skydancer elbows didn’t do any favors in stretching as far as possible. Once it was as far out as it would go, she waved her arm up and down in an attempt to get a different guard’s attention.

Tamesis watched the skydancer wave furiously at...a guard, he supposed. He stuck his head through the bars and watched, confused. Someone was crying, someone was humming, and this dragon was waving.

He stifled a laugh as a few other dragon on the other side of the coliseum waved back at her. Though, he could barely see them as they were too far away.

"What are you doing?" he asked her quietly as he saw a guard approaching. Tamesis' blue eyes focused on the new guardian that was approaching, this one with less armor but with the same eyes. Why...did they have those eyes?

"What?" he heard the guard snap at the skydancer, giving them a sharp look.

The wildclaw winced at the tone of his voice. There was no point to be rude! They didn't want to be here as much as the next dragon!

Corvid poked her head out of the bars to see the spectacle but a thought crossed her mind. If she could get a guard close enough to her cell or even in, she could poison one, her claws, teeth, or spines could do. She was considered tall and broad for her breed and that could easily put her on toe to toe with a guardian.

“Hey ChargeLess!”

That’s a good insult to a guardian.

Corvid banged against the bars with her body, to create as much sound as possible.
She was already dead what’s the worst that could happen?