Roleplay

The ground was cold and wet , and as you openned your eyes , you could feel a freezing breeze caress your skin . The room you were in was completely made of old stone stone bricks , with a solid metal door in the corner in the right in front of you , and a window with snow pouring out of it on the wall on your left . Heavy , frigid shakles and chains were attached to your ankles , enabling you to walk only three meters from the wall . You looked around the room , the blur in your vision slowly fading , and spotted a dragon in the shadows of the right corner in front of you . [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22701497] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/227015/22701497_350.png[/img] [/url] It was a small blue pearlcatcher , huddled in the corner , shivering . He breathed a small plume of flame to warm his hands , and looked around . He spotted you and froze . His traits were those of a young dragon , probably around 14 and 16 years old , and he had a glimer of something in his eyes — those were the eyes of an untrusting dragon . (Your character can have any power you want , tho they can't be too powerful , but they can't have mindreading , mindcontrol , futur-seeing and if your dragon has telekinesis , they can't move other dragons)

@BlueFins All of her abilities and profile information are in her bio C: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28992197] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/289922/28992197_350.png[/img] [/url] Inks eyes opened slowly, feeling the cool air sweep over her body. Feathers pressed against scales as her immediate instinct was to warm herself. It was only once her eyes were fully open did she notice where she was. A room she did not recognize, the only decor being a solid metal door, light, and snow filled window. She craned her neck up, cocking it as she went to stand only to find that her legs were shackled. Panic began to threaten her stability as she followed the chains back to the wall. Only appeared to be three meters. Where was she? She looked back ahead, the blur clearing from her vision completely by this point as she began to notice that she was not alone. The shape of a Pearlcatcher greeted her vision, and a small one at that. He appeared to be a bit young, maybe four or five years younger than herself. And he looked just as untrusting. He looked like he just noticed her as well. Ink paused momentarily, her feathers lowering for a moment as she debated her next move. Half of her wanted to call out immediately where they were. But screaming might not be the best option and she knew that. So instead she opted for a calmer approach. "What is going on?"

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Deepblue's ears went forward as the skydancer spoke . He kept his gaze fixed on her as he moved to be completely in front of her . He took his deep blue pearl in his arms and against his chest , as he felt more secure that way . "What is going on is that you're a prisoner in this tour" he said in a monotone tone and he was keeping his emotions from showing on his face . So he looked like a crestless fae . Deepblue then looked out the window , at the grey sky and the pouring snow . "You are most probably help captive here so you'll die of cold , hunger or thirst , whichever happen first" he said in the same tone as before . He shifted , and Ink could see that his shakles weren't closed , so he wasn't as trapped as she was .

@BlueFins
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Inks eyes narrowed as she watched the pearlcatcher moved to be completely in front of her. A growl began to rise at her throat but she caught it before it came out. Even if she was feeling threatened there would be no use in displaying hostility given her current situation.

"What is going on is that you're a prisoner in this tour. You are most probably help captive here so you'll die of cold , hunger or thirst , whichever happen first"


This guy had a oddly mono toned voice. Which was just a bit unsettling. However her attention was quickly drawn to his own shackles. They weren't closed like hers. He was free.

"If this is a prisoner tour then why are you out?" she noted, motioning with her beaked snout to the males shackles as she spoke. Her tone edged a growl, the females crest feathers back though her mane starting to spike and bristle.