Roleplay

Two figures were seen flying from the woodland path battlefeild, one, a large red guardian dragoness, clad in an iron belt and boots, and several scars on her thighs. Her companion was a smaller, moss green mirror drake, clad in an iron belt, boots, and wing ringlets, while his face and neck were covered in the twice colored cowl. This caused his face not to be visible except for his dark green snout and eyes, which were turned white by the cowl. The pair made a steep climb up high before the Mirror noticed something and prodded his mate in the shoulder and pointed to what seemed to be another guardian in shadow flight territory with a mirror running out of it, who was chased by a tundra. He made a motion that he wanted to see what was going on with the mirror and took a steep dive.

He leveled out so he passed above the other mirror. As he passed over he was able to see that the mirror was a drake, like himself, but the tundra was a dragoness. He flicked his tongue once before deciding to speak. "You seem to be having some lady trouble there my friend." he said, his snake like voice causing the words to slip off his tongue. "Need some help?" He offered with a squint of his eyes as he took a couple more flaps of his wings to keep him airborne. He glanced back at the tundra and chuckled snidely to himself over how enthusiastic she was.

The guardian, meanwhile, hand rose up a bit higher before starting a loop, belly up. As she came down to where she would make a circle, she entered a dive, towards the shadow lands, turned belly down, and leveled out to land. She flapped her wings twice before her paws touched the ground and walked up the dragoness guardian. "I suppose I'm not the only guardian out this day." she said as she stood before the other dragon.

Slightly puzzled, the guardian watched as the mismatched couple streaked out of the Tangled Wood, leaving nothing but dust behind them. Chuffing at the pure oddity of the situation, Irise turned tail, spreading her greenish wings in preparation to lift herself back into the skies. However, the fluid motion was halted as a hostile voice arose from the murky distance of the forest, demanding to know who had caused such a ruckus. "Irise of the Wind Flight," was her short retort, vocal tone that of caution. Squinting, she peered between the interwoven trunks, trying to make out the beast who'd elicited her reply, but the glimmer of the surrounding mushrooms distorted her vision. After all, this dragoness had grow accustomed to the lovely sunshine of the plateau that was her home, not this constant darkness.

One clawed foot moved forward, ice-hued creature carefully advancing towards the voice, but once again, she was stopped, this time, by a clearly identifiable source. A vibrantly fire-scaled guardian appeared right out of nowhere, as if born from the setting sun itself, and landed heavily next to Irise. Startled, the Wind dragon spun around, bamboo eyes narrowed in bewilderment, back ridges raised. What a busy day it must be, to encounter so many other dragons out and about as it draws to a close.

With the newcomer's greeting, Irise assumed a more casual posture. This being spoke kindly, presuming no threat or hostile attitude. "No, you are most surely not." Irise muttered in response, the statement of the other confirming her thoughts from only a moment before. Her gaze darted back to the source of the first voice, and a flick of her tail signaled to the ruddy guardian that there was indeed, some unknown hiding in the brambles.

Gahkrosh panted, flicking his grunge-decorated head up to the mirror that was oddly hovering at the pace he sprinted. Cerril was gaining on him fast. "Do not speak to me, worm!" He shouted in his midst, pumping his leg muscles with an odd flap of the wings to keep him steady. A growl rumbled under his chin seeing as this was a fire drake, and like Gahkrosh, he won't converse with him.

The tiny distraction cost him, though, as a yelp and a flash of fur caught onto the mirror and the brakes on both the draggos were slammed on, a big tumbling ball of yellow blue and green following its wake.
Gahkrosh swore incredibly loudly as his bigger, fluffier mate sat ontop of him, rendering him useless.

"Dis is my lovely LOVELY mate Gahkky!! Hehehehehhe and my name is Cerrrrrril!" the lemon/blue coloured dragoness bellowed to the drake that was following him. She pulled back her cowl with a flick of her head and a huge grin was cheerfully spread across her face, much opposite to that of her mate's, in which was smushed beneath her bum.

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