Raffles & Giveaways

@wistfulclown [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/9583864][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/95839/9583864_350.png[/img][/url] Prism grits his teeth against the pain in his arm, having been injured from the fall into the Labyrinth. He glances down both paths, scrutinizing each one. That creature might be close by, and the chance of running into him if he chooses the wrong path is high. He thinks back to his friend [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91674698]Crete[/url], who had spoken about his encounters with this creature before. Although the thought that perhaps he had been betrayed by Crete and subsequently cast down here flits through his mind, he quickly dismisses it. Crete had spoken as though the Labyrinth was a prison and a trial all in one; the dragon he knew would not willingly subject anyone else to that sort of experience. But Crete had spoken before of the dangers of the Labyrinth. He would have to choose wisely. The marks of a small creature... perhaps it was fleeing from the creature? Or perhaps the music would draw the creature's attention due to the loud noise... He focused and thought, making sure to stay alert to his surroundings. In the end, he decided to follow the small creature, figuring that anything as loud as the music must be well established, and therefore more dangerous. (buying a death defy)

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I'll head right!

Also sending in artwork for a death defiance!

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I’ll go right! I’ll edit this with some RP later, and maybe the purchase of a death defy.

@wistfulclown heading right!

[center]@wistfulclown[/center] [rule] [columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/92673847][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/926739/92673847.png[/img][/url] [color=transparent]_-_-_-_-_[/color][b][size=5]RAMMAQ[/b] [color=transparent]-_-_-_-_[/color]-they/it/any neos- [nextcol] [indent][b][i]D[/i][/b]own the mechanical beast goes, thrown into the pit [/indent]which holds hells untold. Its already maroon claws were stained further crimson from the desperate clawing through the pit of flesh as it fell. A loud crash is heard as they collide with the hard tile floor; the beast curls and groans in pain, needing a moment to regain its composure. [/columns] Rammaq, the the mechanical beast which cascaded from the sky, looks to the two paths presented to them; on the left, the footfalls of small animals, and on the right music playing from an unknown source. They hesitate to make a decision as it calculates disorientedly the odds of survival or potential conflict from either lane. After the disoriented processing, it decides to take the right path, maybe some music would be nice to ease one's central processor after such a fall... [center][b][size=5]\-\CHOICE DECIDED: RIGHT PATH/-/

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[i]How else are we supposed to know who, or what, we are?[/i] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/85038104][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/850382/85038104_350.png[/img][/url] (TL:DR Ruo chose the [b]right path.[/b]) It takes a certain amount of bravery to face the looming void without trembling, and the mortal Ruo didn't have nearly enough to even stop himself from screaming. The twisting eyes and lack of consciousness in the face of the dragon in front of them all was enough to turn his stomach and the drop only made this all worse - How did he find himself here, anyways?? Ruo's mind gave no answers. A hard slam on the ground, only cushioned by his natural bogsneak squishiness, at least spared him some damage. Shaken, Ruo's choices both filled him with unease. Music meant sentient life of some kind - pawprints, possibly something feral. Did he trust his wits or his might more? Wits. He didn't understand why, but wits seemed much more reliable. His claws felt empty, like there was a weapon he was missing, and it didn't feel safe or right to go somewhere physically dangerous without it. He walked slowly, even in terror seeing or feeling no need to run or rush. With all these other dragons around... it might be good to watch from afar. See if they take a fall, so he could avoid it. The thought of that should have sickened him, but it felt normal. Natural. Watching something or someone go to ruin... --- "He's forgotten, just as we hoped. Thank you Blight. Maybe that thing can finally kill him in this state." [i]You are overzealous, Caveo. Do not forget what you and Phagya owe me, with or without the results you seek. Security-" "Yes Blight, I know. Let us at least watch this unfold first - my spellcraft isn't going anywhere."

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[quote name="XxCalypsoxX" date="2024-04-11 07:50:38" ] @/wistfulclown I’ll go right please [/quote] @wistfulclown Was this not the response you wanted? ^^;