Roleplay

"Don't you mean from us?
We are not a charity, and we have ears.
We know what your brethren is up to."

The Coatl approached close, insectoid eyes gleaming at the bully not even ten meters away. They seemed mighty hungry, ribs prominent under their thin layer of down. The meat is clutched in their claws, flat tongue coating rows of teeth with toxic saliva. They seemed to think over their next action, they weren't the biggest hatchling or the strongest, but what they lacked in those departments was made up, even if barely, in agility, intelligence, and a reserve of venom and teeth. The hatchling took no notice of the other dragons dominance display, or at least wasn't acknowledging that it had been done. Their tone lilts and hums, their native speak as a coatl never seeming to fade.

"We are going to help you, but we expect to be repaid when we need it.
We will give the both of you some of our meat, we do not need all of it.
We will defend both of you as you feast.
When we need repayment, will will tell."

They mulled over their words slowly, processing their words as one would if reading a book. They did not know how to read, reading is not practical if one is to survive. Being nose deep in a book in The Scarred Wasteland is like begging to have your throat slit, slowly drained alongside that. They might be small and weak, but even a feral kitten has the possibility of carrying a virus or a disease. The primal eyed hatchling sniffed the air, forked tongue flickering outward to taste the air. As of usual, it tasted of rot, distant rain, and dragon.

Nyarak shivered slightly, feeling as if he had just made a deal with something wicked, but his hunger overpowered his fear. Keeping two eyes on the coatl, he flicked his tail to gesture for Dreathren to come, and started to dig in to the meal.
He gulped down mouthful after mouthful, always watching the strange hatchling to see if it would suddenly change its' mind and try to bite them.
He finished his meal and stared at the Coatl.
"So, what is it you wish for me to do?"

The dragon seemed almost unimpressed, though they didn't give that impression away. A chunk of meat for themself was clutched in one of their paws, the size of a grapefruit approximately. Their tail swayed from side to side, their body long and thin, their age playing in with this along with starvation. They are in the stage similar to what a human sixth grader would be. Kinda ugly, awkward looking, and moody enough to be mildly horrifying. They seemed to consider options, however found none of them urgent enough, or simply did not wish to resort to anything drastic. At least, not yet.

"We do not require anything at the moment.
Should we require anything in the future, you will be the first to know."

Their gaze turned to the offending mirror and wildclaw not far away, Econ and Brekken. They seem to approach, as if intending to play some sort of dominance game. They didn't take kindly to hogging food in order to stifle the weak. Where will you be when you killed the intelligent to make room for the strong? What will you do then, if you cannot figure out how to cure a plague you had the misfortune of catching? The great and strong will not yield to the weak and feeble, that is true, but the great and strong come in many different shapes and minds. Where will the hunter be if they are not smart enough to hide their scent from prey, young beasts? They will be in the maw of a predator much more worthy.

@Lymegreen4mom Can I join with these two? [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=141&bodygene=20&breed=13&element=3&eyetype=0&gender=1&tert=80&tertgene=7&winggene=20&wings=141&auth=95969f358aa1f58101b05143334f9e0836dbb1c8&dummyext=prev.png[/img] Kensaku: Female, wary, sharp-eyed, Actor (Actress?), judgmental, grim. Name means Seeker in Japanese (Acording to Google Translate.) [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=134&bodygene=20&breed=13&element=3&eyetype=1&gender=1&tert=34&tertgene=7&winggene=20&wings=141&auth=e9dad9196a8801780fe7aaaf1d475f88e9234c4d&dummyext=prev.png[/img] Kakureta: Female, polite, beguiling, imaginative, sharp-tongued. Name means Hidden in Japanese (or so Google Translate claims.)

[quote name="WeaverofLies" date="2019-03-14 14:15:09" ] @Lymegreen4mom Can I join with these two? [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=141&bodygene=20&breed=13&element=3&eyetype=0&gender=1&tert=80&tertgene=7&winggene=20&wings=141&auth=95969f358aa1f58101b05143334f9e0836dbb1c8&dummyext=prev.png[/img] Kensaku: Female, wary, sharp-eyed, Actor (Actress?), judgmental, grim. Name means Seeker in Japanese (Acording to Google Translate.) [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=134&bodygene=20&breed=13&element=3&eyetype=1&gender=1&tert=34&tertgene=7&winggene=20&wings=141&auth=e9dad9196a8801780fe7aaaf1d475f88e9234c4d&dummyext=prev.png[/img] Kakureta: Female, polite, beguiling, charming. Name means Hidden in Japanese (or so Google Translate claims.) [/quote] Yes, go for it

Nyarak noticed Brekken and Econ beginning to make their way over to where they were eating. His hackles raised and his crests fell fearfully, and his brother did the same.
Dreathren was his brother.
Econ and Brekken may have been blood, but they were nothing to him. If he had his way, they would die and he would feel no sorrow about it happening. They were nothing but monsters to him, even at their young age, and they were going to kill him if he didn't kill them.
He knew that inside.
"Hey worms!" Snarled Econ, prowling closer and circling far enough away to avoid the coatl's fangs. "What ever happened to sharing!"
"Selfish little maggots!" Spat Brekken jumping forward to make a violent swipe at Dreathren with his massive claw on his toe. Dreathren screeched in pain and a spray of blood came from his crest, but Brekken darted away before any of the other hatchlings could react.
"Leave him alone!" Nyarak bristled, putting himself between his older bloodbrothers and his only true family.
"Or what?" Jeered Econ. "You gonna fight us? You gonna cry?" Nyarak hadn't noticed that his flanks were quivering and tears were beginning to glisten in the corners of his eyes.
"Cry little weakling! Cry for me! Come on!" Laughed Brekken. "CRY!"
Suddenly and without warning, Nyarak lunged at the Wildclaw and bit down onto his snout, causing him to screech in surprise. Almost instantly, Econ was on him.
"RUN!" Nyarak shouted to Dreathren and to Valoran. He ducked under a swipe from Econ's claws only to be bowled over by Brekken. Econ pounced on top of him, but he squirmed free, trying to make a break for it.
He screeched out in pain as his flank was gashed open by Brekken's large toe claw, but he didn't stop running and didn't look back as he fled.

The coatl screeched in a high pitch, toxic venom dripping from their mouth in abundance. Their meat lay forgotten, covered in dirt and disease as it lay on the ground, only inches from a white-hot pustule. They lunged towards the little wildclaw, claws digging into the shoulders of Brekken. Their teeth dig into the flesh of its throat, ivories digging into vein and bone. An unhealthy dose of venom was applied to the wound created, the jaw locked at the venom was pumped sloppily into the dragons bloodstream. It will take hours to kick in, but there is no going back. They twisted and ripped away from the wildclaw's neck wound, spitting venom and saliva into its eyes.

"Come here, Econ. Get a taste, you filthy fvcking worm!"

Their feathers were raised high, puffed out in a crazed look. The feathery crest was spread out wide, a slurry of neurotoxin and saliva dripping onto their chest feathers. They circled the terrible mirror, cutting off its exit, cutting of it's option of attack. Brekken was left for dead, as if the hatchling meant nothing just after a bite.

"You cannot expect to get away with cruelty in a place where death is rampant.
Where will you be when you are a grown dragon,
on the verge of death without someone to help you?"

Nyarak whipped around just in time to see Valoren sink their fangs into Brekken's neck. A wave of shocked surprise crashed over him. He pawed at Dreathren to get him to look. Their jaws dropped as they faltered in their steps. Never before had any hatchling stood up against the dynamic duo, and now Valoren was overthrowing the entire hierarchy set in place.
"Should we help them?" Gasped Dreathren, awestruck as the coatl cornered their older brother.
Nyarak paused. He could intervene, he could side with the coatl and strike a blow on the sibling he so desperately hated, or...
"No, what happens happens."
Almost as soon as he said it, he regretted it, as some of the adults noticed the commotion and came to Econ's aid. They hadn't wanted two strong hatchlings to die in one day. Nyarak could hear their medic speaking about how Brekken might be able to fight off the toxins and survive, but that it wasn't their place to do anything. Nyarak bristled, realizing that he hoped the whimpering, sniveling wildclaw would just die already.
If they're monsters... What does that make me then?