Roleplay

@DragonSmug [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=13586290] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/135863/13586290_350.png[/img] [/url] The wind was caressing, the feeling was soft, lulling, and cool. Something she yearned despite this heat; and though she knew she had to remain nearby she had no real duties to look after. Scribbling on a little sheet of parchment she left a note tucked in a little crook of bone in front of their lair. Many would notice it, but she wanted to enjoy this day. Spreading her large golden wings, feeling the solar blades tilt and shift with the current of the wind she launched herself into the air and smiled inwardly to herself, the wind could take her as far it could and she wouldn't mind. The feeling of fresh cool air brushing against the close crop of her mane....there was no other sensation to compare it to. - It hadn't been long in this fast moving current to reach the edge of the Plaguelands, she didn't dare pass over the border for who knew what remained on the other side. That she she worried about her clan leader; and his anger if he found out about her little excursion. So she landed a little ways from the darkened forest and settled herself down, tucking in her legs beneath her and spreading out her large wings to sun. The breeze buffeted her side which felt fantastic between a warmth and the cooling sensation that mixed and mingled. She rested with her chin pressed against her large neck and watched the writhing muscle before her with semi-closed eyes. It was a weird thing to watch, the membranes flexed or made a little wave motion like something was twitching beneath everything around her. The only downside to this little spot was her golden hue, it was a terrible blessing and curse. A blessing because it was a fantastic color that everyone admired. The curse; she was basically a shining beacon, and there was nothing she could do to stop that.

@XeantheUndead



Rotting within the Plaguelands was a male dragon, chewing lazily on an old bone, skinny and hungry. He growled as he scooted the bone away, looking up and over to the edge of the territory. He wanted to get up and bolt, never look back. A Shadow dragon like him didn't belong in such a territory anyway, despite being raised there.

His egg had been mixed up during a large migration when the two dragon clans had to cross paths, and his egg had to be one of the few to have gotten dropped on the way. Thats why he was such an outcast, why he was so skinny and why he was without a proper home or clan.

He soon got up to his feet, shaking himself off. He'd never left these lands, he was always too afraid. He stared off into the distance, his stomach nagging him to go forward, and so he did, breaking into a light trot. Maybe he could gain his own territory, create his own clan, and be an alpha himself? He smiled at the thought, picking up speed, but he soon stopped once he got to the very edge. He looked up at the beautiful sky ahead. Surley no one would care if he stepped over the border, right?

He carefully and slowly moved forward, being quiet. His dark colors easly hid him in the shadows, but any glimpse of light on his crystal-like scales and he stood out like a mirror reflecting light. His nose twitched as new life filled his nostrils, taking in all the new scents. He was beside himself in awe as a new world opened up to him.

@DragonSmug ((Image not mine, just a theme)) Though she knew the border of the land, she never actually experienced it. Although she was taken in with her new clan, she was never here for it's foundings; not amongst this wasteland of a place. With her soft eyes she really looked at this world, despite the flounderings of muscles writhing around and moving on some accord; the colors here were a bit duller, but more prominent. The giant tendrils that had once lashed out grasping many differing lands nearby acted oddly like giant bridges. Yet their color was so strange. Like dead muscle, pale dark and almost like a purple color. Though these tendons never spasmed or moved they were still unlike the rest of this territory. Yet she had noticed it, a small flash in her eyes as something darted across one of these bridges. Something dark but moderatly her size. Curious she unfurled her hands from beneath her breast and stretched her back as she got up. Her wings retracted from being laid out and curled up to rest against her form. The solar blades hovered just a little more off her now folded wings so they wouldn't pinch or damage them. Yet she moved with ease and what little stealth she could manage for a bright being. It was another skydancer but one who looked gaunt; like he hadn't been eating well. She was -really- hesitant crossing into shadow lands; but made the decision to push herself. Perhaps she wouldn't be gone for long; plus what would happen if he had grown ill? Sure the general saying in plague was "Only the strongest can survive." yet, she was not of plague and yet she felt a minor kinship to the fellow species. [img]http://i.imgur.com/8Z3PloP.jpg[/img] Though it was technically day still, in the shadow lands there always was a sort of odd gloom that made it darker then the rest of the world. This was one of those instances. The woods looked terrifying in a way, dense and packed tight. A far too easy ambush area, and anything could be watching around those misted trees. She hesitated, back-peddling a bit. -SNAP- She froze only to realize it had been her crushing that dry little twig beneath her back foot. If anything she feared for getting lost in these woods and not being able to return for how dark and twisting these trees could be. It seemed to envelope her and delude her sense of direction.

The male Skydancers head shot up, the thin and choppy looking feathers along the side of his crown ruffling up as he heard the sound of a twig snapping far off in the distance. You had to always be on your guard in these parts, never letting your guard down. A snapping twig could mean passing prey, or sudden death in these lands.

Carefully, the male slunk down close to the shadowy bottom of the forest floor, his wings close to his sides. He slowly and quietly crawled under some brush, peering out through the thick and thorned branches of his hiding spot. He"d run into trouble before, and it never ended well. He had lost many fingers and toes by being tormented by the other clans or scavenger dragons, and he wasn't looking to loose any more.

The air around him seemed still, an eerie quiet that could drive a dragon mad where they to stay and sit for too long. The young male curled up tightly, resting his tail over his snout. He sighed quietly and only hoped that whoever or whatever was passing would do it quick, and without spotting him. He hated hiding, he had been doing it most his life.

@DragonSmug

Fortune though in this case her name was a bitter irony.
Remained still for a few brief moments; trying to peer into the dull shafts of prying light, the curling mist and the unending colors of black to differing shades of gray was frustrating.

She snorted a bit irritated, before attempting to push herself a little further.

Yet she kept her eyes focused on the ground beneath her attempting to prevent another mishap. Yet it was hard in general in such confines of space, the dark forest was a trifling place and it bothered her in general. She looked around the floor hoping to avoid making herself a bitter target only to notice something odd.

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It was sleek and curled, but chopped.
DID SHE FIND A DEAD DRAGON?

She scrambled from her four foot stature to raise up on her two back feet and crash her crest into low laying branches before back-peddling. 'Oh.. no-no-no' The fright on her face evident, she never came to see a dead dragon before and if this one was indeed dead it made her anxious.

The coloring was dark, and from the chopped look of such being it looked like it had gotten into fights. Little did she know she stumbled upon him. The flurried sound of her stumbling, meshed with the dull glare of her golden scales was an intriguing sight, as a Wind borne plague dragon crashing around in the Tangled Woods was completely out of place.

The male opened his eyes wide and looked over to where he heard the other dragon. His ploom ruffled in threat, gasping a bit as he spotted the other dragons bright yellow collors. He'd never even seen such a bright yellow.

He quickly turned away, slipping in the dirt as he tried to catch his footing and run away, but he fell multiple times, yelping out. He then quickly sunk his claws into one of the tree's, his claws slipping the whole way as he climbed up the tree. He clung tightly to a low branch, shaking slightly.

He stared off at the other dragon, blinking as he noticed that she was just as frightened as he was. He slowly raised himself off the branch, staring at her. He had no idea what to do. Females always fled from him, or males of other clans would chase him away, only letting him get just a mere scent of them. He'd never frightened them, they just merely avoided him, only getting a slight glimps of them before they disappeared.

He watched her, growing slightly worried. He was afraid she'd get injured, and he'd be to blame for harming such a beautiful dragon. Who knows what royal clan she belongs to, and what terrible punishment he would recieve if they somehow found out that he was involved, he could only shutter at the thought. His ploom flattened with conflict and worry.

@DragonSmug

The Tangled wood was just that, tangled; her foot found a root and snared itself from her back-peddling and she fell, though her tail cushioned her impact she was still surprised at him.

The fact that he moved so quickly his crest flaring fin a threat display her's had fallen against her thin neck in a sort of submissive gesture. She had not meant to be a threat to him, but his reaction was just as bad as her own. How he scrambled from the floor and slipped around before grabbing a tree and scattering up it.

She just sat there, pulling herself together for what little dignity she had left and sat in a more 'proper' fashion, just watching the other Skydancer perch on a low branch before her. She was if anything curious from his reaction, his looks, why had he been so chopped up, his reaction to her, and the hiding?

It had been a while before she noticed his shift in posture how he watched her with an equal intensity; perhaps he was at a loss, or just wondering perhaps the same questions as to her reactions, as to why she freaked out too?

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Though she had noticed the threat display had wavered and slowly flattened against his neck too, her's shifted to a more natural state of being. After re-organizing her wings, and making sure the solar blades hadn't been shattered she tilted her head just ever so slightly.

'Are you alright?' She asked promptly.

She had hoped she didn't step on him, or that he had injured himself on the mad scrabble of getting away from each other, no less trying to find a reasonable 'safe distance' between the two. He though in blunt terms seemed like a wreck. His fur sheared off in odd angles or ruffled, choppy looking feathers that aligned along his jawbone, upon squinting her eyes a bit she had noticed the missing digits he had on his feet and hands.

Oh dear Windsinger, what has this poor dragon been through?

He could only just stare at her. Was she talking... To him? He finally blinked, breaking his stare, and his crest went from laying back, to slowly going back to neurtral, though his plumage was hard to read unless it made any drastic movements or differences beings that it was so torn apart. He went back to just staring at her, parting his lips to speak, but only curled them back into a very awkward smile.

His plum then went back a bit in shame, and he stopped smiling, his expression soon turning to that of worry and slight panic.

'I-I'm fine, but more i-importantly are you a-alright?' He did not have the voice of a dominant male at all, and sounded whiny and nervous, mainly because he actually really was.

He rung his front talons together, still obviously shaking. He was still afraid of being caught with her, always looking around quickly whenever he heard a slight noise. He knew it would mean death for him. The last time he was with a female he didn't even know it, and that encounter alone didn't end well for him. He shuttered slightly.

'.. Y-you know.. B-because.. You're a lady.. And.. M-more important.' He nervously spoke. 'N-Not that being a lady is b-bad! N-no no, I mean.. B-Because I am male I c-can.. Y-you know.. W-walk it off-' He winced at his own wording, putting his talons over his head, shaking even more. 'I-I am so terribly sorry..'

He huddled closer to the tree, just shaking now. He knew this meant death. He could almost smell it.