Raffles & Giveaways

Day 2 [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/18365554][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/183656/18365554.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/19375015][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/193751/19375015.png[/img][/url] "Hey, this seems like an easy mark. If we double team this we will win big for sure," Pyrite called to his partner. He motioned to a stand with a spinning wheel. Sebastian approached with the swagger of a cocky dragon who had taken a recent beating to his pride. "Man, do we really have to go through this again? You said that the last few games, and we lost all of them. Besides," Sebastian sadly lowered his head, "I couldn't even win at that baby game. I'm pretty sure I saw a hatchling straight out of their egg win." Pyrite sighed and hooked his arm around Sebastian. "For someone who keeps trying to take the easy way out of things, you fail to see when someone does the same to you. That game was rigged from the start. The owner of that stand only made you lose so younger dragons could feel good about themselves. Now come, this game weighted their wheel incorrectly. If we bet on those options, we can drain that stand of all their prizes. Besides, I cannot do this without my lucky charm." Pyrite winked at Sebastian who preened at the complement. Bonus [img]https://i.imgur.com/gSsftG5.png[/img]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/2177898][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/lcio6ut6d6nga98/lightvs1.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/83648570][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/battlesprites/836486/83648570.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/2177898][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/lcio6ut6d6nga98/lightvs1.png[/img][/url] [b]Day Two[/b] [/center] [i]Noah finished up the rabbit with a sigh, very pleased with his purchase. He stood up from him seat and stretched before walking towards a more populated area. Sounds of sirens and beeps filled the air, hatchling and grown laughter alike punctuating said noises. One particular prize caught his eye: A massive corndog. The Wildclaw caught himself staring at this corndog longer than intended, the thing went up to his chest it was so big. He had to have it. Swiftly walking towards the game that held it, he found it was one of his favorites:[b] A game to test your accuracy by shooting at clowns with your elemental breath[/b]. The game itself was prepared for all ages, so far as to have all sorts of extinguishers at the ready as well as a drain at the bottom for the water dragons. The dragon manning the station nodded and grabbed their sunglasses.[/i] “Afternoon my good friend, what prize interests you this fine evening?” “Just one of the larger prizes, nothing special.” [i]The operator looked up the prizes meant for the larger breeds and nodded.[/i] “I see, a gift I presume?” [i]Noah smiled and shrugged.[/i] “You could say that. How many shots would it take?” [i]The operator inhaled sharply through their teeth.[/i] “Gooood question. Now for them we would put it at say 3 outa 5 but I mean- what’s really fair in these games, right? 5-5 and you can have that massive corndog I see you looking at, deal?.” [i]Noah nodded and put down 20k while maintaining eye contact.[/i] “Deal.” [i]The dragon’s eyes wided.[/i] “A strong spirit, I see! Alright, I like that.” [i]They pulled the lever that started the machine and Noah inhaled his first breath, sparking the magic inside him. After a moment of letting the clowns take a round, estimating the speed of each, he finally fired. A bright beam of light erupted from his mouth, hitting two at the same time. He eyes the operator without turning his head and saw them smile.[/i] “Well done! Now, let’s go for a smaller blast please, don’t want to blind anyone now Eheh-“ [i]He inhaled another without a word and found the speeds have now changed. He watched for patterns and thankfully didn’t find any. He fired and hit one square between the eyes.[/i] “Ah so he really is a fighter..” [i]He heard them mumble before hearing a slight click.[/i] “You’re cheating.” [i]Noah growled as he watched the clowns move at various speeds, each of them now quite notably faster.[/i] “When are carnival games ever fair, my friend?” [i]He kept his eyes on the clowns, looking for just one pattern to follow… there. In a blink of an eye Noah shot his fourth blast, knocking it down, much to the operator’s surprise. Another click. This time there were no patterns, no anticipating. Luckily, it hasn’t been long since Noah’s last mission and he was used to this. He set his eyes on one that was moving irregularly and inhaled. [b]Right before he released he heard a cough right behind him, making him choke on the energy.[/b] Cursing internally he steadied himself and fired. It was off-center but enough to make it fold down. His throat and chest burned a bit but it was worth it. Noah turned, triumph gleaming in his eyes. The operator smiled and pulled down his prize. As they handed it to him they held out their hand.[/i] “Good job, sir, you’ve earned this win. Apologies for messing with it but it is my job.” [i]Noah shook his hand, smiling.[/i] “I don’t blame you, that was a good one.” [i]He grabbed his large corndog, as well as a bag to carry it in, and moved on, side-eyeing the dragon who had coughed behind him for a moment as he left, deciding the corndog’s name was Boba.[/i] [rule] Heck yeah made it before sleep. [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/921617539153424444/1183868495834906746/IMG_0995.png[/img][/center]

[center][size=5]~ Day One ~[/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/65343764][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/653438/65343764.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64796180][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/647962/64796180.png[/img][/url][/center] ----- Under the red and orange lanterns hanging above, an Imperial moves suspiciously between food stalls. A Fae with similar colors follows beside her, clutching a hefty bag nearly bigger than his body, looking around at all the food with wonder in his eyes. "Keep up Dew, you know we can't waste much time," the Imp stage whispered to her companion. He took a moment longer to stare longingly at the spice-covered pieces of fruit before fluttering close again. "I know we have to get back to the shop Jams, but couldn't you have just sent me with the money?-" Pausing mid-step, she turned to look at the other dragon, raising an eyebrow in response. They both knew he'd get distracted by the other stalls and games and rides, coming back with an empty purse and no baked goods to speak of. Mouth watering scents swam around the air, competing for space in every dragon's nostrils, the strongest tempting dragons out of their hard earned treasure, but Jammie was on a mission. They'd reached one corner of the food area, suddenly surrounded by stall after stall of fresh baked goods. Upon Jammie's insistance, she swapped certain clothing pieces with Dewshine, just in case she had any competition here that might recognize her. Jammie's bow and scarf looked massive on the tiny fae, while his little cap barely fit atop her head without sliding off. Dew thought she was being ridiculous, but he couldn't say no to her. After stopping at every stall in the row, filling her bag with pastries and coming close to emptying their coin pouch, they made their way out to the picnic tables set up nearby. She turned the bag over, letting all of the treats spill out onto the tabletop. Dew had to catch one before it bounced off the seat and onto the ground. "Alright, this should be a good starting point. Dewey, why don't you take the rest of the treasure and find something fun to occupy yourself with?" She was already focused on organizing the treats into various piles, what she did or didn't recognize, what type of baked good it was; she didn't notice him rolling his eyes and fluttering off in the direction of the games. [center]~~~~~[/center] The little Fae fluttered back to the table he'd left Jammie at, satisfied with the couple of small prizes he'd won, attempting to whistle. He wasn't very good at it, but he was trying. What he came back to though, was an Imperial lying on the ground next to the completely empty table, curled around herself. "Um, Jammie?" He floated closer, poking her neck with the little foam hammer he'd won from a ring toss. She groaned, trying to curl up tighter, but slowly lifted her head to look at the Fae. "Dew. I think I have a stomach ache." There was a pause, then he let out a soft bark of a laugh. Her head flopped back on the ground, leaving room for the Fae to sit on her shoulder. "I thought this was a reconnaisance mission to get more ideas for your bakery," he chimed, affectionately mocking the baker for her sweet tooth weakness. She would deal with the consequences of her actions, and perhaps she'd remember to use some of the techniques she discovered here for her own baking, but for the moment she was out of commission with a very full stomach. ----- Bonus Points: [img]https://i.imgur.com/ey2Fwyh.png[/img]

[center][size=6][b]Brothers in a heated adventure![/b][/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69872549] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/698726/69872549.png[/img] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69872548] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/698726/69872548.png[/img] [/center] [center] [b]Day 2[/b] [/center] [center] Bandith bellowed a loud burp that many dragons could hear miles away. "Why are you always extra and burp so loud? Let alone with me? Ma told you it's deafening to a fea's ear..." The red and green fea said in a hushed tone, not wanting to have another petty argument with his brother. After eating some good grubs at the fair, and they had a couple hours until they could go back home, Bandith's decision was to play the fair games! Aix wanted to refuse because of how rigged the games were, he couldn't after how excited Bandith was. But in Bandith's head, he saw this as an opportunity to show his older brother the pros of being a con-artist! Hours later, Bandith found a perfectly rigged fair game! It was called "the ingnited race!" The both looked rusty, almost dangerous, the owner was a bogsnek that had a burnt color around his face, and his teeth had a weird grin and looked like he never heard of hygiene in his life! And the poor two little imps...they had chains around there feet and they looked like savages, perfect! Bandith immediately flew towards the both, making a loud thud when he landed, almost made the owner jump! "Ay! This place still open?" Bandith asked the frighten bogsnek "For the gods- watch were you land! You almost blew my tent away with those wings of yours!" Before the bogsnek could say more, he wiped away the dust and debrie from the Guardian's landing "ahame, welcome to my humble game, the ignited race! Step forward and pick your imp! You have three rounds for your imp to win the race! You could win the emperor's New clothes!" Aix squinted at the owner in suspension "what the? your just holding thin air-" Before Aix could finish his speech, A flashy pearlcatcher flew straight past Aix, walking towards the both owner "how much can I pay you for the emperor's clothes? Treasures? Maybe Gems" Bandith grunted, green smoke from his mouth came towards the rude pearlcatcher "Hey! Bribe another sucker, this one's ours!" "Are you talking to me? Do you know how I am? I'm one of the proud members of the hoarder's guild, and I have no time dealing with a peasant when I'm so close to my final item." The pearlcatcher stated while swooning his beautifully gloss hair Bandith took every will in his body to not stump on the entitled pearlcatcher, before thinking of a great idea! "Ok, take it! But since this is your last item, won't it be better to have a little fun and see who wins? Obviously it would be you, since I'm just a peasant. But wouldn't hurt to try anyway?" The hoarder was honestly puzzled on the question before flying towards Bandith "Alright, you got yourself a deal!" Aix looked so confused "did we all just accepted the prize is just air???" Bandith and the pearlcatcher already picked there imps for the race. Bandith's had a blue coat while the pearlcatcher's imp had a boring fire pelt "Rember!" The bogsnek yelled "There's three rounds and who finish the race first takes the emperors clothes!" "Ready?" "go!" And the imps were off! Blue was in the lead until red shoved him, making red win the first round "Oh come on! You could do better then that!" Bandith yelled at red, making the imp startled What ever, Bandith had a plan to make him win guaranteed. Bandith looked at his severely confused brother "Hey Aix, can you do me a little favor?" "Favor" was just the right word to snap the fea back to reality, only to say one thing "NO" " I don't care if you want to wipe that pearlcatcher's smug face, do NOT bring me in your stupid antics!" Before Bandith could explain this great plan he had, the next race was about to begin "Ready, set, ...go!" Yet again, the imps were off! This time, red and blue were neck in neck, it almost looked red was gonna win! Untill they slip on some rocks. Facing head first to the ground, making blue the winner. the pearlcatcher stumped his feet in anger "ugh, you pathetic creature!" Aix looked at the hoarder with embarrassment before talking to his brother "See? Not everything has to be solved by making trouble." "Yea, you should listen to your little parasite more!" The pearlcatcher said with a chuckle With Such a blunt insult, Aix used air wind magic to make him fly straight at the pearlcatcher's face in a flash "Come again?" Aix said while using his frills in a intimidating manner "I said, let him listen to his parasite more, since there's nothing in his brain to begin with" Aix was started to see why Bandith wanted to win. Before changing his my mind on summoning a tornado on the pearlcatcher, Aix decided to go with Bandith plan After a few moments of rehearsing the plan, the last race was about to begin Aix flew to the nearest game stall "where's he going?" Said the pearlcatcher "He's a bit tired of this game we're playing and decided to walk around a bit." "what?" "Even though he is a parasite, he can go wherever he please" Bandith said with a nonchalant face "Ready, set, Go!" After the last lost, red was pumped and immediately in the lead. While blue was slowly catching up The imps were at the halfway point while loud screaming came from the distance "What's going on over there?" Asked the pearlcatcher with a irritated face "Help!" " someone summoned a tornado!" A random dragons said to the pearlcatcher with fear in her eyes " Run for your life!" While the pearlcatcher was distracted talking to the frighten dragon, Bandith blew dark green smoke towards blue and gave the little imp a much needed speed boost Blue made it all the way to the finish line with air magic "We have a winner!" Screamed the bogsnek "What!" "who?" Aix said with a overly shocked expression "Bandith's imp won! And here's your prize!" The bogsnek gladly gave the Guardian a invisible cloak "Wait hold on, that idiot one?! He could be cheating! I demand a redo!" The pearlcatcher yelled at the booth owner "That idiot your talking about is my brother, so suck it up and walk away from us before this parasite sucks your soul right out!" After a nice talk with the booth owner the boys decided to take a little rest inside the bogsnek's tent Bandith was almost ready to take little nap until Aix slapped Bandith on his snout "After dealing with all this headache, you have to tell me what's this emperor's clothes so I can sleep peacefully knowing why everyone wanted this even though there's nothing there!" Due to being tired and not in a mood to answer his brother's question in words, Bandith used the invisible cloak as a blanket and disappeared out of Aix's sight [/center]

[quote][b]What game do you play? What’s one of your more embarrassing moments?[/b][/quote] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/51818185][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/518182/51818185.png[/img][/url][nextcol] Foliar runs around, chasing her tail and the lights alternatively. The lights and noises make her dizzy, and soon she's sitting in the corner by herself, panting. There is however, something that will always catch her eye... "I wanna play the ball toss!" Rubber squeaks and the gaoler takes off, plucking the tossed projectile out of the air with pinpoint precision[/columns] [quote][b]Bonus challenge:[/b] Bonus: Defeat a Coarsefur Yeti (take a screenshot of one of its drops)[/quote] defeated one 2x, no drops both times. [img]https://i.imgur.com/BkydtgI.png[/img]

[center][size=5]~ Day Two ~[/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/41528223][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/415283/41528223.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64448788][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/644488/64448788.png[/img][/url][/center] ----- Cheerful music and the bright sounds of various games filled the air around this section of the carnival, overwhelming the senses of many dragons, but bringing thoughts of fun and prizes won to others. One pair of such dichotomous dragons was walking among the games, an Imperial and a Mirror, one clearly being dragged around by the other. The blue Imp appears as though he would much rather be anywhere else, but the smaller dragon is excitedly bouncing around him, rambling about the construction of the various games. 'Whatever makes him happy,' he thought, even as the sharp noises caused his ears to press flat against his head in retaliation. Then, the Mirror stopped. Sitting wide-eyed in front of one game, his tail gently swishing on the ground, the Imp followed his eyes up to the ceiling of the stall. There, hanging front and center, was a large plushie in the shape of an Enchanting Goblin. He knew from listening to the other talk, that both his Lightning and Arcane heritage were important to him, though he never understood the importance of stuffed animals. "Are ya lookin' to play? Just a measly 5 treasure per throw, and that gets knocked down to 20 for five." The game runner, a Pearlcatcher with an obviously fake moustache, leaned against the counter to speak to the Mirror. "Oh! Oh, I would, but my eyesight isn't exactly what it used to be..." His voice and eyes fell as he adjusted his goggles, and he was about to turn to leave, when the Imp put a claw on his shoulder. "I'll play, Atri." The sparkle was brought back to his friend's eyes almost immediately, and that only gave him more determination. The barker held out a claw, into which the Imperial dropped only 5 coins. He was a good shot, surely hitting a measly balloon with a dart would be no issue- The little metal point just barely grazed one of the balloons attached to the wall, bouncing off and falling to the floor. The Pearlcatcher smirked under their false whiskers, "Better luck next time, ey pal?" "That's alright Bright, it's just a toy," Atriphos rested a claw on the Imp's shoulder. He seemed a little disappointed, and for Brightdagger, that simply would not do. He narrowed his eyes, levelling his gaze to the game runner as he placed down another 20 treasure. [center]~~~~~[/center] After entirely too many missed throws, and a bit of raising his voice in questioning whether these darts were properly sharpened or if the balloons were made of lead, it finally happened. He took a deep breath, angled his claw, and... The dart pierced straight through the bright red balloon with a resounding [i]pop,[/i] leaving the three dragons stunned for a moment. The pause did not last long as Atriphos lept towards his friend, leaning and happily nuzzling against his arm. The Pearlcatcher tilted their head down with a slight sneer, putting on a big fake smile for the lucky winner. "Congratulations! And now, for your prize..." You could practically hear the drum roll as their arms stretched upwards, reaching for the large plush- before waving downward, gesturing to the wall of smaller prizes. "You get to pick, one of these." The Imp needed to squint to get a good look at the offered winnings, and none of them seemed to be nearly as high a quality as the ones hanging from the top. Quietly, the Mirror leaned over the counter, humming in contemplation... then pointed. It was a much smaller plush of an Arcane Sprite, hanging from a keychain hook. The Pearlcatcher carefully plucked it from the wall, handing it over with a self-satisfied grin. They'd made a not insignificant amount of treasure, and only needed to hand off a toy that might cost the same as a single throw, if that. Brightdagger glared at the barker as Atriphos pulled him away, head hanging low as they walked off. He had only managed to pop a single balloon, wasting their treasure budget for the carnival and only got his friend an insignificant keychain- "Thanks, Sharp." The Mirror beamed up at his friend, having already attacked said keychain to his coat, wearing it proudly. Bright turned his head away with a huff, though he couldn't stop his face from heating up. Perhaps it hadn't been as big a loss as he thought. ----- Bonus Points: [img]https://i.imgur.com/bFkNR3L.png[/img]

[center][size=5][emoji=banescale deadpan size=1] [b]SECOND DAY OF THE CARNIVAL[/b] [emoji=snapper scared size=1][/size=5] ----- "Well." "Well." "I suppose we could have planned this better." "I suppose we could have." [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/83466858]Cheddar[/url] and [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91723890]Parmesan[/url] exchanged a sheepish glance, then looked down at the pile of colorful darts sitting on the counter. The rules of this game were simple: throw the darts, pop the balloons, and win a prize. Piece of cake, right? That's what they'd [i]thought,[/i] but, um... well... Cheddar did not have arms. Parmesan did not have opposable thumbs. Neither one of them had realized that this might be a problem until now. "Should we just... I don't know... " Parmesan tossed his head to the side. "...try something else?" "No way!" Cheddar huffed, fruitlessly pawing at the darts with an outstretched wing. "We already paid for five throws, and I want to get my money's worth!" "Your money's worth? It was [i]one[/i] silver coin!" "One silver coin that I'll never get back!" The Banescale muttered something under her breath and decided to change tactics, balancing on one foot and trying to grab the dart with the other. Parmesan grimaced with anticipation as she wobbled precariously back and forth. "Cheddar, that's - this isn't gonna work. Can't we just try the duck-shooting booth or something?" "Nonono, I've almost got it! Almost... and... NOW!" Cheddar's whole body swung forward in a swift and violent motion, sending both the dart [i]and[/i] her face flying directly into the ground. Cinnamon quills shot out in every direction, dislodged from her back by the sudden burst of speed; too dull to pierce a dragon's hide, thankfully, but just sharp enough to- POP! I mean... That's one way to do it. ----- [b](Challenge 2 - had to fight two before they dropped anything [emoji=snowflake size=1])[/b] [img]https://i.ibb.co/JB9GM4v/battle-screenshot-2.png[/img][/center]

[quote="Day Two"]What game do you play? What’s one of your more embarrassing moments? Bonus: Defeat a Coarsefur Yeti (take a screenshot of one of its drops)[/quote] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89994997][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/899950/89994997_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Missy makes her way to one of the games of both skill and chance. She does an [i]awful[/i] lot of talking as she plays, but it's engaging conversation in the way of one who says things the people around them least expect and all with a passionate and playful cadence. She's telling the carnie all about the [i]embarassing[/i] time she lost a little friendly competition with her good friend, The Doctor. The details are [i]bizarre[/i] at times in the way it doesn't sound so friendly despite her cheerful delivery. [i]Somehow [/i]despite her seemingly haphazard, laissez-faire approach to the game, she's cleared the whole board. One could swear she wasn't paying any more attention to the game itself. She doesn't even remember what it's called. Those with high perceptions might've seen a little sleight-of-hand involved and a few cheeky moves. Regardless of the means, she leaves the game humming with a giant stuffed hamble and a little smirk. She seems to have left something behind... [size=2]((This character is a fan dragon for Missy from Doctor Who.))[/size] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/PmugJSt.png[/img][/center]

[center]Day 2[/center] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/45600392][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/456004/45600392p.png[/img][url] [nextcol] < "Oooh, let's do that one next!" [/columns] [columns][color=transparent]___________________________________[/color] "No, no, look at that one over there!" > [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/45600394][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/456004/45600394p.png[/img][url] [/columns] [center]Two near identical mirrors wander back and forth across the thoroughfare pointing out games to each other. Each sports a bag with various prizes, mostly plushes, stick out- they've clearly made out like bandits so far. While they squabble about their next conquest, a commanding voice rings out above the crowd: "Your age to the nearest year, your birthday to the nearest festival!" A [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/45848875]rather handsome skydancer[/url] crows. "I, the mystic and magnificent Sea Holly, have never been wrong!" One of the mirrors makes the mistake of making the briefest second of eye contact. "You there, the fellow in the pink, with your sister, double or nothing if I can't get the both of you right!" His target's sister tries to drag him off. "Look, Abra, we haven't done one of the big smashy hammer strength games yet! I'd bet I'd be really good at those." Abra digs in his claws. "Cad, he said double or nothing," he wheedles. "Surely just five minutes, it won't take that long to do a little guessing game. And we don't even have to do anything, just stand there." Cadabra gives her brother a Look. "It's so obvious though. Age within a year? That's obvious to anyone, age is so easy to guess. Birthday within a festival?" She gestures at both of their appearances. "They're [i]going [/i]to guess Starfall." "We look so Arcane that they would never guess though, it's reverse psychology or something." Abra senses he's loosing the argument. "...Ok, but he has cumulus seal plushies." There is a beat in which Cadabra seems to seriously weigh her life choices. "Ugh, FINE," she relents quickly. "You so owe me meaty cotton candy later, though." The pair weave through the crowd. The skydancer, Sea Holly, gives them a blinding smile. "Welcome, welcome! You think you can fool Sea Holly, hm?" They extend a perfectly manicured paw. Abra dumps the required gold into the outstretched paw. "I mean, double or nothing, worth a shot." He grins. "Birthday with a festival." Beside him, his sister looks much more put out. The coin barely touches their paw before Sea Holly tells him "Starfall" with a smug little smile and Abra is hit with a vague but permeating embarrassment. Though, he is duly impressed when they tack on, "Probably the 6th day of the festival, right?" Abra just sighs in despair, which is as good an affirmative as anything. "Want me to guess your age next?" The carnie seems to be trying not to laugh. "No..." Abra tries not to sulk too hard as he leaves. "Uh, well played." Sea Holly laughs after him. His sister nudges him, once, twice, then three times. "What?" Abra snaps, then blinks, taken aback, at the fluffy cumulus seal plush clutched in her claws. "Nicked it while you two were staring each other down," she gleefully informs his shocked stare. "You still owe me meaty cotton candy, by the way." "I know..." "Also, I told you so." "Sh-shut up!"[/center] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1040345795997749348/1183859129178144808/image.png[/img]

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/dDAhTxX.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/JlN75Up.png[/img] [b]Zodonyar | Kyra She/Her | She/Her [/b] --- Zodonyar let out a small yip, her teeth sinking into the stick as she felt talons land on her shoulders. Guiltily, she peeked over her shoulders, her eyes flicking to the side as she spotted the tell-tale cyan wings. Panting lightly, was Kyra. Her leathery wings were spread slightly, causing a shadow to fall over the two. Pulling the stick closer to her face, where it rested on her muzzle, Zodonyar lightly called out. "Kyra! You, uh, found me!" Was all the green-tinted Wildclaw could say, her claws tapping together as she gave Kyra a small smile. A twitch of an eye, before Kyra instead sighed lightly. Zodonyar looked fine, and if the stick being offered to her was anything, she had just wandered off. "Just. Just try to stick closer this time, alright Zodo?" a snap of her teeth, and the jerky was gone, devoured by a still-miffed Kyra. "Will do" Zodonyar murmured, a soft chuff sounding as she smiled a little. Rising to her feet, the seafood skewer nibbled on enough she no longer felt guilt, she shoved it into her bag, hopefully out of view of the vendor, "Now that you've found me again, we can continue! This is just the food venue section, let's go to the... games!" This time, Zodonyar made sure to loop their talons together, a small gesture to her childhood friend. The other looked between swallowing a lemon, and genuinely being touched by it. Instead of commenting, Kyra just let fondness bleed back onto her face, as Zodonyar led her cheerfully towards an even brighter section of the fair. Cheers and the calls of hatchlings seemed to fill the air, and different streamers looped above them. Zodonyar looked on with glee, her eyes crinkling as different prizes caught her eye. Finally, they landed on an odd creature, a stuffed animal, that almost resembled a little bear. A flower sprouted from its dark purple fur, and the almost sickly pink stitching for the eyes seemed to visibly pucker, even from afar. "Aww, Kyra, look at that one! No, not the Spiral, that Mirror, the dark green one! Don't you see that plushie?! It's so cute!" Was the only warning Kyra got, before Zodonyar's always surprisingly strong grip tugged the pair over to the stall. Running it, was a dark green Mirror, decked in earrings and loops of metal, and a patched fedora. Kyra, intent on paying her back for the food earlier, immediately started a conversation, the point of the game immediately being relayed. It was simple, knock down the little Skydancer pieces with the rocks, and win a prize. Three in total, or one of the larger ones, was all that she needed to get for the... Whatever that thing was. Unfortunately, it seemed luck wasn't on her side. Each rock seemed to whizz right past its target. The dark blue Skydancer piece danced tauntingly, ducking out at the last second. Considering the eye color of the Mirror gamekeeper, it wouldn't surprise her if he was purposely doing that. Kyra had wasted a much larger chunk of treasure then she would've wanted, and a small piece of her wanted to jump over and strangle the gamekeeper. Unfortunately, Zodonyar would be immensely against that, and a day they were supposed to be enjoying wasn't the time to push her pacifism. Lifting her arm, and pulling it back, Kyra instead aimed for the larger, lighter blue Skydancer piece, her eyes narrowing as it got closer... closer... [i]closer-[/i] Instead of the satisfying thunk of it knocking the piece over, it instead rebounded, and snapped into her snout. Making a noise of anger, and the small red mark now adorning her nose, Zodonyar curled around her other side. "Kyra! Are you alright? Oh, that looks like it hurt... " Gentle nails smoothed over the bruised scales, and with a small look at the gamekeeper, who now looked the slightest bit more nervous, seeing as his game had unintended consequences, simply shrugged. "Ey, should'ev thrown a bit harder, not my fault the lass didn't use her full arm." Puffing out her cheek, Zodonyar left Kyra's side, and stopped at the counter. Taking the last stone, she lightly held it in her talons for a moment. A glance at the gamekeeper, and the slightest feeling of pressure as beads of magic seemed to coalesce, the gamekeeper was [i]suddenly[/i] distracted by a tendril of ivy, crawling up his leg. Easily distracted, his wings flaring out as he yelled something unrepeatable in front of hatchling, Zodonyar wasted no time. Throwing it as hard as she could, it hit the target, and without the interference of the gamekeeper, it smashed into pieces as the stick broke, and fell to the ground. Pulling his head up, the ivy finally torn off his limbs, he blinked all four eyes at the broken Skydancer piece. "Graupel ain't gonna like that... She was already spittin' mad when I told her about it in ta first place..." Shaking his head, he instead moved to grab a plush, the shoddy craftsman-ship even more apparent now. Zodonyar politely reached over him and cut free the plush she had kept her eyes on, the odd purple bear-like creature, and swept it into her arms. Off to the side, Kyra had an unreadable look on her face, before letting if fall away as she moved back to her side. The two, one cheerfully waving, and the other nursing a bruised cheek, disappeared once more into the crowd, intent on seeing what else the festival had. ----- [b]Bonus[/b] [emoji=butterfly 3 size=1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/FEjHSB8.jpg[/img]