Voting has closed! Please standby for the exile.
Voting has closed! Please standby for the exile.
[center][size=6][b][u][emoji=sun]The Evening[emoji=sun][/u][/b][/size][/center]
[quote=The Exile]
[center][emoji=torch] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [emoji=torch][/center]
Xari holds her breath as she counts the votes, anxiety roiling in her gut. Finally, when she’s double and triple checked the votes, she allows herself to sigh in relief that it’s not Magenta. [i]‘Wait, no- I shouldn’t be relieved about this. I’m throwing someone out! This is a Sanctuary! It’s not right to do this, and with so little evidence too… but I’m supposed to keep these dragons safe, and this is the only way to do that.’[/i] Xari glances at Magenta and Selkirk standing next to her, before looking out at everyone else gathered around them.
[i]’But if we’re wrong, then… I’m throwing out an innocent dragon, and the culprit will still be on the loose...’[/i] She shakes herself, casting aside her fears, [i]’No, this is no time for doubt! If I falter, then panic will break out. I need to stay strong for everyone here!'[/i] She scans the crowd, her eyes locking the Aurabora, Indiana.
“Indiana, I have to ask you and your familiar to leave Sanctuary. Please do so without struggle, I’ll use force if I must.” She says unwaveringly, holding herself with a confidence she doesn’t fully believe in. [i]’Please don’t resist, I don’t want to hurt you.’[/i]
Indiana’s jaw drops in shock, and he looks around him at everyone else, hurt clear on his face. “Wait- [i]me?[/i] But I-“ He stops, swallowing when he remembers Xari’s words. He ducks his head, Flute cooing comfortingly from where she’s standing next to him. “I- Fine, if that’s what you all want, then… I’ll go. But, first…” He looks up, at Vitello.
“Vitello… stay safe, you hear?” He says, smiling shakily, “I’m relieved I was nearby last night, but…” He swallows again, “I won’t be around to protect you anymore, so- so stay safe, alright?” Vitello nods jerkily, trembling slightly, “I- Yeah, I will! You just- You just worry about yourself, Indiana. I’ll… I’ll see you again!” Indiana chuckles sadly, “I look forward to it.” He looks down at Flute, gesturing her forward, “C’mon, Flute, we’ve overstayed our welcome.”
As the two start towards the entrance, Indiana looks at the rest of the gathered dragons, “I… Stay safe, all of you, alright?” When he reaches the entrance, he pauses once more, hesitating, “And… good luck.” With that, the two of them take off into the sky, Flute leaving a trail of cinder and ash in their wake.
[/quote]
[emoji=ping][b]The kindest hearts often have the cruelest endings.[/b]
[u]Indiana was a Guard.[/u]
[i]This exile was written by IsleTheDracon.[/i]
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[quote=Current Allegiances]
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[emoji=gold crown size=1][emoji=brown gem size=1] [b]Sanctuary Guardian (Leader):[/b]
Xari | She/Her | Imperial | Storia | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56585276]Link[/url]
[i]Posie | She/Her | [gamedb item=50634][/i]
[i]Polly | She/Her | [gamedb item=52280][/i]
[emoji=silver crown size=1] [b]Assistant (Second-in-Command):[/b]
[emoji=lightning rune size=1][emoji=wind rune size=1][emoji=nature rune size=1][emoji=arcane rune size=1][emoji=question mark size=1] Selkirk | He/Him | Mirror | AutumnFall123 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56585686]Link[/url]
[i]Sabre | He/Him | [gamedb item=53056][/i]
[i]Foo | She/It | [gamedb item=11147][/i]
[emoji=scroll size=1] [b]Architect:[/b]
[emoji=nature rune size=1] Melo | He/Him | Imperial | ShinyDecidueye | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56572652]Link[/url]
[i]Elo | It/Its | [gamedb item=28767][/i]
[i]Wifom | It/Its | Caterpillar on [gamedb item= 45489][/i]
[emoji=mystery bag size=1] [b]Doll-Eyed Doctor:[/b]
[emoji=shadow rune size=1][emoji=arcane rune size=1] Beanbag | Any (He/Him, It/Its, Doll/Dolls) | Sapient-For-Totally-Normal-Reasons Aether Plushie | KungFuCutBug | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56572668]Link[/url]
[i]Hackeysack | It/Its | [gamedb item= 28770][/i]
[emoji=silhouette size=1] [b]Enslaved Butler:[/b]
[emoji=wind rune size=1] Pitch | He/Him | Coatl | Ozeatetsor | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56573488]Link[/url]
[emoji=palette size=1] [b]Craftsdragon:[/b]
[emoji=shadow rune size=1] Aeon | He/Him | Auraboa | swiftystarss | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56573596]Link[/url]
[i]Eien | They/Them | [gamedb item=26287][/i]
[emoji=magnifying glass size=1] [b]Independent Researcher:[/b]
[emoji=arcane rune size=1] Yula | He/Him, She/Her | Pearlcatcher | Relics | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56574857]Link[/url]
[i]Kar | It/Its | [gamedb item=37358][/i]
[emoji=wing size=1] [b]Wild Adventurer:[/b]
[emoji=water rune size=1] Diadem | He/Him | Spiral | AmethystGrove | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/764#post_56575675]Link[/url]
[i]Scout | They/Them | [gamedb item=20158][/i]
[emoji=ceramic jar size=1] [b]Archaeologist:[/b]
[emoji=ice rune size=1] Camelia | She/Her | Wildclaw | Slairisk | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/764#post_56576573]Link[/url]
[i]Volcano | He/Him | [gamedb item=42759][/i]
[emoji=left wing size=1] [b]Plague Guardian:[/b]
[emoji=plague rune size=1] Alison | She/Her | "Gaoler" | Strangeflesh | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/764#post_56577813]Link[/url]
[i]Cancer | He/Him | [gamedb item=601][/i]
[emoji=music notes size=1] [b]Bard:[/b]
[emoji=fire rune size=1] Keiran | He/They | Guardian-Shaped Dragon | pandakitty1 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/764#post_56578240]Link[/url]
[emoji=red money bag size=1] [b]Travelling Salesdragon:[/b]
[emoji=plague rune size=1] Vitello | He/They/It | Bogsneak (Meat Dragon) | SunClassic | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56583795]Link[/url]
[emoji=apparel helm size=1] [b]Night Patrol:[/b]
[emoji=fire rune size=1] Magenta | She/Her/It | Sandsurge-shaped Glass Candle | WyvernTales | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56585231]Link[/url]
[emoji=blacksmith anvil size=1] [b]Stonemason:[/b]
[s][emoji=earth rune size=1] Indiana | He/Him | Auraboa | TrueTerror | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56587108]Link[/url]
[i]Flute | She/Her | [gamedb item=26205][/i][/s]
[emoji=plant size=1] [b]Gardener:[/b]
[emoji=nature rune size=1] Summer | He/Him | Guardian | natsinabucket | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/766#post_56603028]Link[/url]
[i]Mr Honeywhiskers | He/Him | [gamedb item=51929][/i]
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[emoji=familiar heart size=1][b]Relations:[/b]
? x ?
-> Diadem, Yula
[s]Indiana[/s] x Vitello
-> ?
Magenta x Xari
-> Selkirk
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[ 14 dragons remaining ]
[/quote]
The Evening
The Exile wrote:
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Xari holds her breath as she counts the votes, anxiety roiling in her gut. Finally, when she’s double and triple checked the votes, she allows herself to sigh in relief that it’s not Magenta.
‘Wait, no- I shouldn’t be relieved about this. I’m throwing someone out! This is a Sanctuary! It’s not right to do this, and with so little evidence too… but I’m supposed to keep these dragons safe, and this is the only way to do that.’ Xari glances at Magenta and Selkirk standing next to her, before looking out at everyone else gathered around them.
’But if we’re wrong, then… I’m throwing out an innocent dragon, and the culprit will still be on the loose...’ She shakes herself, casting aside her fears,
’No, this is no time for doubt! If I falter, then panic will break out. I need to stay strong for everyone here!' She scans the crowd, her eyes locking the Aurabora, Indiana.
“Indiana, I have to ask you and your familiar to leave Sanctuary. Please do so without struggle, I’ll use force if I must.” She says unwaveringly, holding herself with a confidence she doesn’t fully believe in.
’Please don’t resist, I don’t want to hurt you.’
Indiana’s jaw drops in shock, and he looks around him at everyone else, hurt clear on his face. “Wait-
me? But I-“ He stops, swallowing when he remembers Xari’s words. He ducks his head, Flute cooing comfortingly from where she’s standing next to him. “I- Fine, if that’s what you all want, then… I’ll go. But, first…” He looks up, at Vitello.
“Vitello… stay safe, you hear?” He says, smiling shakily, “I’m relieved I was nearby last night, but…” He swallows again, “I won’t be around to protect you anymore, so- so stay safe, alright?” Vitello nods jerkily, trembling slightly, “I- Yeah, I will! You just- You just worry about yourself, Indiana. I’ll… I’ll see you again!” Indiana chuckles sadly, “I look forward to it.” He looks down at Flute, gesturing her forward, “C’mon, Flute, we’ve overstayed our welcome.”
As the two start towards the entrance, Indiana looks at the rest of the gathered dragons, “I… Stay safe, all of you, alright?” When he reaches the entrance, he pauses once more, hesitating, “And… good luck.” With that, the two of them take off into the sky, Flute leaving a trail of cinder and ash in their wake.
The kindest hearts often have the cruelest endings.
Indiana was a Guard.
This exile was written by IsleTheDracon.
The Nighttime starts now. Guard and Killer PM me with who you want to guard (Guards) or kill (Killer). Seer and Magist can PM me as well, if applicable.
And if you still haven’t joined the Discord, hurry and do so
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@KitC Game 38
Current Allegiances wrote:
[center][size=6][emoji=crescent moon 2][b][u]The Nighttime[/u][/b][emoji=crescent moon 2][/size][/center]
[quote=The Kill]
[center][emoji=skull] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [emoji=skull][/center]
The killer headed into Summer's garden, stepping carefully through the plants. Suddenly, the sound of rattling came from the soil near their claws. They looked down and saw a brown serpent coiled on the soil with its tail shaking. A rattlesnake. It was next to one of Summer’s rather well-growing plants, and anyone could predict that Summer would be devastated if it was destroyed.
Which was exactly what the killer did. They quickly tore at the leaves and ripped at the roots, leaving the poor plant a shadow of its former self.
When the deed was done, they hastened to Summer’s cottage door and knocked. After hearing noise from inside which indicated that Summer was awake, they slipped into the darkness next to the house.
Summer opened the door and looked around and above suspiciously. His gaze soon fell upon his demolished plant, and his face fell. With a cry of anguish, he hurried as fast as his old bones allowed him towards the plant. However, in his distraught state, he didn’t notice the rattlesnake slinking around the plant, already agitated by the killer’s movement, and stepped right onto it.
The snake struck out at him, biting into his leg. The old Guardian fell to the ground in a scream of pain and shock. He scrambled to get up and away, but the snake struck him again. Eventually, the venom was too much for his body and he collapsed amidst his own beloved plants.
Still standing beside the cottage, the killer watched until Summer didn’t get up again, then escaped into the night.
[center]~ ~ ~ ~ ~[/center]
The next day, Summer would be found collapsed in his garden next to a badly destroyed plant. There would be multiple swollen snake bite wounds on his legs. Mr Honeywhiskers would be buzzing around him, distraught.
[/quote]
[emoji=ping][b]I’m pretty sure destruction of private property is illegal…oh and murdering too.[/b]
[u]Summer was a Civilian.[/u]
[i]This kill was written by Starwindrider.[/i]
[tl;dr: The killer heard rattling in Summer’s garden, and found a Banded Rattlesnake next to one of his plants. They destroyed that plant and knocked on Summer’s door. When Summer saw his destroyed plant, he rushed towards it, stepping on the Banded Rattlesnake. He was bitten by it and succumbed to the venom. ]
[emoji=comment]The Voting starts now, put in your post who you would vote to exile as the Killer. You may also discuss or put in your assumptions/facts [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325]here[/url] until The Voting ends.
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[quote=Current Allegiances]
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[emoji=gold crown size=1][emoji=brown gem size=1] [b]Sanctuary Guardian (Leader):[/b]
Xari | She/Her | Imperial | Storia | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56585276]Link[/url]
[i]Posie | She/Her | [gamedb item=50634][/i]
[i]Polly | She/Her | [gamedb item=52280][/i]
[emoji=silver crown size=1] [b]Assistant (Second-in-Command):[/b]
[emoji=lightning rune size=1][emoji=wind rune size=1][emoji=nature rune size=1][emoji=arcane rune size=1][emoji=question mark size=1] Selkirk | He/Him | Mirror | AutumnFall123 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56585686]Link[/url]
[i]Sabre | He/Him | [gamedb item=53056][/i]
[i]Foo | She/It | [gamedb item=11147][/i]
[emoji=scroll size=1] [b]Architect:[/b]
[emoji=nature rune size=1] Melo | He/Him | Imperial | ShinyDecidueye | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56572652]Link[/url]
[i]Elo | It/Its | [gamedb item=28767][/i]
[i]Wifom | It/Its | Caterpillar on [gamedb item= 45489][/i]
[emoji=mystery bag size=1] [b]Doll-Eyed Doctor:[/b]
[emoji=shadow rune size=1][emoji=arcane rune size=1] Beanbag | Any (He/Him, It/Its, Doll/Dolls) | Sapient-For-Totally-Normal-Reasons Aether Plushie | KungFuCutBug | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56572668]Link[/url]
[i]Hackeysack | It/Its | [gamedb item= 28770][/i]
[emoji=silhouette size=1] [b]Enslaved Butler:[/b]
[emoji=wind rune size=1] Pitch | He/Him | Coatl | Ozeatetsor | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56573488]Link[/url]
[emoji=palette size=1] [b]Craftsdragon:[/b]
[emoji=shadow rune size=1] Aeon | He/Him | Auraboa | swiftystarss | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56573596]Link[/url]
[i]Eien | They/Them | [gamedb item=26287][/i]
[emoji=magnifying glass size=1] [b]Independent Researcher:[/b]
[emoji=arcane rune size=1] Yula | He/Him, She/Her | Pearlcatcher | Relics | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/763#post_56574857]Link[/url]
[i]Kar | It/Its | [gamedb item=37358][/i]
[emoji=wing size=1] [b]Wild Adventurer:[/b]
[emoji=water rune size=1] Diadem | He/Him | Spiral | AmethystGrove | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/764#post_56575675]Link[/url]
[i]Scout | They/Them | [gamedb item=20158][/i]
[emoji=ceramic jar size=1] [b]Archaeologist:[/b]
[emoji=ice rune size=1] Camelia | She/Her | Wildclaw | Slairisk | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/764#post_56576573]Link[/url]
[i]Volcano | He/Him | [gamedb item=42759][/i]
[emoji=left wing size=1] [b]Plague Guardian:[/b]
[emoji=plague rune size=1] Alison | She/Her | "Gaoler" | Strangeflesh | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/764#post_56577813]Link[/url]
[i]Cancer | He/Him | [gamedb item=601][/i]
[emoji=music notes size=1] [b]Bard:[/b]
[emoji=fire rune size=1] Keiran | He/They | Guardian-Shaped Dragon | pandakitty1 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/764#post_56578240]Link[/url]
[emoji=red money bag size=1] [b]Travelling Salesdragon:[/b]
[emoji=plague rune size=1] Vitello | He/They/It | Bogsneak (Meat Dragon) | SunClassic | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56583795]Link[/url]
[emoji=apparel helm size=1] [b]Night Patrol:[/b]
[emoji=fire rune size=1] Magenta | She/Her/It | Sandsurge-shaped Glass Candle | WyvernTales |[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56585231]Link[/url]
[emoji=blacksmith anvil size=1] [b]Stonemason:[/b]
[s][emoji=earth rune size=1] Indiana | He/Him | Auraboa | TrueTerror | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/765#post_56587108]Link[/url]
[i]Flute | She/Her | [gamedb item=26205][/i][/s]
[emoji=plant size=1] [b]Gardener:[/b]
[s][emoji=nature rune size=1] Summer | He/Him | Guardian | natsinabucket | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/766#post_56603028]Link[/url][/s]
[i]Mr Honeywhiskers | He/Him | [gamedb item=51929][/i]
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[emoji=familiar heart size=1][b]Relations:[/b]
? x ?
-> Diadem, Yula
[s]Indiana[/s] x Vitello
-> ?
Magenta x Xari
-> Selkirk
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[ 13 dragons remaining ][/quote]
The Nighttime
The Kill wrote:
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The killer headed into Summer's garden, stepping carefully through the plants. Suddenly, the sound of rattling came from the soil near their claws. They looked down and saw a brown serpent coiled on the soil with its tail shaking. A rattlesnake. It was next to one of Summer’s rather well-growing plants, and anyone could predict that Summer would be devastated if it was destroyed.
Which was exactly what the killer did. They quickly tore at the leaves and ripped at the roots, leaving the poor plant a shadow of its former self.
When the deed was done, they hastened to Summer’s cottage door and knocked. After hearing noise from inside which indicated that Summer was awake, they slipped into the darkness next to the house.
Summer opened the door and looked around and above suspiciously. His gaze soon fell upon his demolished plant, and his face fell. With a cry of anguish, he hurried as fast as his old bones allowed him towards the plant. However, in his distraught state, he didn’t notice the rattlesnake slinking around the plant, already agitated by the killer’s movement, and stepped right onto it.
The snake struck out at him, biting into his leg. The old Guardian fell to the ground in a scream of pain and shock. He scrambled to get up and away, but the snake struck him again. Eventually, the venom was too much for his body and he collapsed amidst his own beloved plants.
Still standing beside the cottage, the killer watched until Summer didn’t get up again, then escaped into the night.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The next day, Summer would be found collapsed in his garden next to a badly destroyed plant. There would be multiple swollen snake bite wounds on his legs. Mr Honeywhiskers would be buzzing around him, distraught.
I’m pretty sure destruction of private property is illegal…oh and murdering too.
Summer was a Civilian.
This kill was written by Starwindrider.
[tl;dr: The killer heard rattling in Summer’s garden, and found a Banded Rattlesnake next to one of his plants. They destroyed that plant and knocked on Summer’s door. When Summer saw his destroyed plant, he rushed towards it, stepping on the Banded Rattlesnake. He was bitten by it and succumbed to the venom. ]
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@KitC Game 38
Current Allegiances wrote:
Pitch was roused form his coma by nothing in particular, having slept for an entire day he felt quite well rested by now. Picking himself up, he stretched his spine out, each ligament popping and releasing held tension. The coatl brushed himself off and straightened his apparel, adjusted his pink bowtie, and decided to make his way to the garden he had heard faintly about.
'It has been quite a while since i've tended to anything that wasn't vampire children.'
He thought to himself. Bitterly at first, but then the realization of his freedom, however brief, put an ease on his mind. Perhaps tending to a garden is just the thing he should do today, to take hold of his new found freedom.
Upon reaching the garden Pitch was met with quite a sight, it appeared that the dragon who usually tended the garden had died. Death was something Pitch had become all too familiar with in all his years, the fang bites from the snake seemed eerily similar to a vampire's all of a sudden. His heart rate quickened and Pitch had to steady himself for a moment, remind himself where he is. And besides, what vampire would drain a dragon from the ankle?
Once he had regathered himself, Pitch moved in an attempt to tend to the body, but then he moved no closer. Even in this illusion of freedom, Pitch could not lift a finger to aid anyone, not even the dead. He sighed, unable to even call for help as that would be tangentially helping. Instead Pitch calmly made his way around the body for some tools, and meandered to a far corner of the garden to busy himself.
Pitch was roused form his coma by nothing in particular, having slept for an entire day he felt quite well rested by now. Picking himself up, he stretched his spine out, each ligament popping and releasing held tension. The coatl brushed himself off and straightened his apparel, adjusted his pink bowtie, and decided to make his way to the garden he had heard faintly about.
'It has been quite a while since i've tended to anything that wasn't vampire children.'
He thought to himself. Bitterly at first, but then the realization of his freedom, however brief, put an ease on his mind. Perhaps tending to a garden is just the thing he should do today, to take hold of his new found freedom.
Upon reaching the garden Pitch was met with quite a sight, it appeared that the dragon who usually tended the garden had died. Death was something Pitch had become all too familiar with in all his years, the fang bites from the snake seemed eerily similar to a vampire's all of a sudden. His heart rate quickened and Pitch had to steady himself for a moment, remind himself where he is. And besides, what vampire would drain a dragon from the ankle?
Once he had regathered himself, Pitch moved in an attempt to tend to the body, but then he moved no closer. Even in this illusion of freedom, Pitch could not lift a finger to aid anyone, not even the dead. He sighed, unable to even call for help as that would be tangentially helping. Instead Pitch calmly made his way around the body for some tools, and meandered to a far corner of the garden to busy himself.
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[size=4]interacting with: [b]Pitch[/b] (@Ozeatetsor), [b]Magenta[/b] (@WyvernTales), [b]Selkirk[/b] (@AutumnFall123)[/center]
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[font=book antiqua][size=4][color=blue]"EMERGENCY! DANGER!"[/color]
Xari was startled awake in a cold sweat. Terror filled her eyes as she took in her surroundings, her very colorful feathered companion fluttering erratically before her. She felt sick as her mind automatically assumed the worst - [i]someone was dead, and it was her fault for sending an innocent home[/i]. No, no - she cannot assume that until she'd checked out what's going on. Shakily, she got out of bed, Polly jumping onto her shoulder as she made her way out of the sanctuary.
The area around them was quiet. Most dragons would still be asleep - besides Summer. She had known the Guardian who stayed around his garden nearby, and they had an amicable relationship, if not friendly. Suddenly, a horrible feeling crawled under her scales - she could feel her breathing getting shallower as she approached the place where the gardener usually was tending to his beloved plants.
Her worst assumptions were correct.
The world froze for a second as Xari's gaze fell upon the still dragon laying on the ground, his leg with covered with snake bites, his eyes closed permanently, his scales now cold and lifeless. Polly's chirping fell on deaf ears as her legs gave way, and she sank to the ground, her claws violently shivering as she laid it on Summer's, confirming a pulse that was no longer there.
She failed. She exiled Indiana, a dragon who had been the reason a guest hadn't died. She didn't find the killer responsible for his attempted murder. She was the reason their next one succeeded. She took the second chance someone gave her for granted, spat it in their face, and now it was an innocent who paid the price.
The Imperial could not stop the flood of tears that came.
She didn't notice Polly flying off to get help - all she could see were the remnants of that fateful day she lost her family, the burning building and the debris left in smoke. The haunting gaze of her "parents" who turned out to be heartless killers just like whoever murdered Summer. The loss, the pain - it was [i]all too familiar.[/i]
Her tears fell onto the dead plant Summer was lying next to - whoever had done this was absolutely heartless. It was horrendously cruel to commit murder - and they had done so while also tearing apart what was his favorite thing before his own eyes. Xari's claws dug deeper into the earth in both anguish and fury - whoever did this will [i]pay[/i].
With her last bit of consciousness, she found herself walking over to the watering can nearby, freshly filled with water already. She focused on a few flowers still blooming - almost like a reminder of the rest of the clan. One of them fell victim to a monster - but the rest of them were still here. They were [i]still[/i] one. That thought gave her the strength to gently water those flowers, the earth now soaked with something more than just her tears.
When the little deed was done, Xari blinked, clearing her vision slightly, registering that she wasn't alone - a Coatl, one of her guests, was in a corner of the garden, seemingly fiddling with some tools Summer left behind. She bit back her suspicion - what was someone doing at the crime scene this early? - and called out to him.
"Hey! Did you see what happened here!? Did you see who did - this?" The Imperial tried to ignore how horrible and broken her voice sounded - she wasn't just choking up, she was straight up crying. She turned to gesture at Summer's corpse, only to immediately lose control of her emotions and be blinded by tears once more.
Her rationale told her she still had a sanctuary to look after, a killer nearby that she needed to apprehend, and innocent dragons to protect. Any pleas from it were silenced, however, by her overwhelming need to just let everything out for a moment.
In the meantime, Polly had reached Selkirk's room, squawking loudly and repeating the words urgently, before proceeding to do the same to Magenta - surely Xari would appreciate a familiar face at the moment.
[color=blue]"GARDEN, NEED HELP, NOW!"[/color]
"EMERGENCY! DANGER!"
Xari was startled awake in a cold sweat. Terror filled her eyes as she took in her surroundings, her very colorful feathered companion fluttering erratically before her. She felt sick as her mind automatically assumed the worst - someone was dead, and it was her fault for sending an innocent home. No, no - she cannot assume that until she'd checked out what's going on. Shakily, she got out of bed, Polly jumping onto her shoulder as she made her way out of the sanctuary.
The area around them was quiet. Most dragons would still be asleep - besides Summer. She had known the Guardian who stayed around his garden nearby, and they had an amicable relationship, if not friendly. Suddenly, a horrible feeling crawled under her scales - she could feel her breathing getting shallower as she approached the place where the gardener usually was tending to his beloved plants.
Her worst assumptions were correct.
The world froze for a second as Xari's gaze fell upon the still dragon laying on the ground, his leg with covered with snake bites, his eyes closed permanently, his scales now cold and lifeless. Polly's chirping fell on deaf ears as her legs gave way, and she sank to the ground, her claws violently shivering as she laid it on Summer's, confirming a pulse that was no longer there.
She failed. She exiled Indiana, a dragon who had been the reason a guest hadn't died. She didn't find the killer responsible for his attempted murder. She was the reason their next one succeeded. She took the second chance someone gave her for granted, spat it in their face, and now it was an innocent who paid the price.
The Imperial could not stop the flood of tears that came.
She didn't notice Polly flying off to get help - all she could see were the remnants of that fateful day she lost her family, the burning building and the debris left in smoke. The haunting gaze of her "parents" who turned out to be heartless killers just like whoever murdered Summer. The loss, the pain - it was all too familiar.
Her tears fell onto the dead plant Summer was lying next to - whoever had done this was absolutely heartless. It was horrendously cruel to commit murder - and they had done so while also tearing apart what was his favorite thing before his own eyes. Xari's claws dug deeper into the earth in both anguish and fury - whoever did this will pay.
With her last bit of consciousness, she found herself walking over to the watering can nearby, freshly filled with water already. She focused on a few flowers still blooming - almost like a reminder of the rest of the clan. One of them fell victim to a monster - but the rest of them were still here. They were still one. That thought gave her the strength to gently water those flowers, the earth now soaked with something more than just her tears.
When the little deed was done, Xari blinked, clearing her vision slightly, registering that she wasn't alone - a Coatl, one of her guests, was in a corner of the garden, seemingly fiddling with some tools Summer left behind. She bit back her suspicion - what was someone doing at the crime scene this early? - and called out to him.
"Hey! Did you see what happened here!? Did you see who did - this?" The Imperial tried to ignore how horrible and broken her voice sounded - she wasn't just choking up, she was straight up crying. She turned to gesture at Summer's corpse, only to immediately lose control of her emotions and be blinded by tears once more.
Her rationale told her she still had a sanctuary to look after, a killer nearby that she needed to apprehend, and innocent dragons to protect. Any pleas from it were silenced, however, by her overwhelming need to just let everything out for a moment.
In the meantime, Polly had reached Selkirk's room, squawking loudly and repeating the words urgently, before proceeding to do the same to Magenta - surely Xari would appreciate a familiar face at the moment.
"GARDEN, NEED HELP, NOW!"
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Pitch had gotten quite lost in his little activity, pruning some little roses at the edge of the flowerbeds. Where they roses? Mums? Pitch realized he wasn't very well versed with plants. Are you even supposed to prune these? Is this how pruning works?
Before he could worry himself silly, a voice cut through his mounting thoughts. It seemed help had come after all. His head turned lazily to greet the new dragon.
"Ah, at last someone has shown up. Unfortunately I haven't seen anyone who might be responsible for this act. Well, unless you count the rattle snake. Perhaps it was all just a silly accident, mortals are quite prone to those if I recall."
It really had been a long time since Pitch had been witness to a death that wasn't directly caused by someone else. The thought of someone dying on accident seemed so silly to him now, a small chuckle escaped him.
"But I suppose now that you're here something can actually be done about this body, which is good, I doubt this fellow would want his own body to poison his precious garden. Erm- speaking of. Might you know what exactly kind of flowers these are?"
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Storia
Pitch had gotten quite lost in his little activity, pruning some little roses at the edge of the flowerbeds. Where they roses? Mums? Pitch realized he wasn't very well versed with plants. Are you even supposed to prune these? Is this how pruning works?
Before he could worry himself silly, a voice cut through his mounting thoughts. It seemed help had come after all. His head turned lazily to greet the new dragon.
"Ah, at last someone has shown up. Unfortunately I haven't seen anyone who might be responsible for this act. Well, unless you count the rattle snake. Perhaps it was all just a silly accident, mortals are quite prone to those if I recall."
It really had been a long time since Pitch had been witness to a death that wasn't directly caused by someone else. The thought of someone dying on accident seemed so silly to him now, a small chuckle escaped him.
"But I suppose now that you're here something can actually be done about this body, which is good, I doubt this fellow would want his own body to poison his precious garden. Erm- speaking of. Might you know what exactly kind of flowers these are?"
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[center][b][color=magenta][size=4]Magenta[/size][/color][/b][/center]
[center][b]Interacting with:[/b] Xari (@Storia), Selkirk (@Autumnfall123)[/center]
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Magenta startled awake, snapping up from her lovely post-patrol nap like a light switch. Her flame went from dim and slow to flaring up high and hot, as if the parrot's voice were a healthy dousing of lamp oil.
"[i]Hoah[/i]- hm?" She half-yelped half-mumbled, pushing herself up from her lion's lounge. "Oh, it's you, pretty bird... Huh?"
She shook her head, the newly-melted wax slipping back into her chest as her intelligence slowly returned from the depths of dreamland.
"Mmm, the garden you say?" Magenta yawned. "Oh my... I'm sure nothing bad happened... my, mmm, patrol was very thorough..."
An accident, perhaps? Did Xari need help? She'd love to lend a talon, the shiny shimmery dragon was very easy to want to help. Just being near her made Magenta want to do more than her purpose allowed. But the pretty bird did sound frantic, so perhaps things were more dire than simply a small accident...
Stretching like a cat, her glass wings cracking and ringing as they returned from cold hardened glass to a warm, mobile state, newly heated by her flame. She slipped out of her chosen room, a small narrow tunnel that lead to a cozy chamber with an equally cozy bed of leaves and hay. Simple, yet wonderfully delightful. Steady [i]clink-clink-clinks[/i] followed her every move, matched with her pulsing heartflame.
"Selkirk? Mmm, I believe it's time to wake up, sweetie..." She called gently through his doorway, pausing before the little cat-brother's room. "I think Miss Xari, hmm, needs some help. It sounds... quite urgent."
It would be entirely up to Selkirk to actually wake up, though, as Magenta would not be staying to watch him roll out of his pile of cats. The morning was just as beautiful as the last... sunsets never, ever get old for her. So nice... It was a tad dampened by by the strange urgency of the pretty bird's call, but she made to to appreciate the gift of sight her masters had given her. And perhaps the gift of some wisdom, too, otherwise she would not be able to comprehend true beauty.
She made her way down the path to Summer's garden with all the leisure of the oblivious, lost to her peace and generally allowing herself to be a tad stupid. It was oddly freeing to be stupid and oblivious. The urgency just... slipped from her mind, so easily. Like a leaf floating away on a river of oil.
Said urgency did, however, slam right back into her soul like a runaway Rockback when she saw the body. It did a good trample-tapdance combo too, once she saw Xari next to it.
"Oh..." She said, her usually-wistful voice strained. "Oh, dear..."
Hm. Magenta did not know how to handle this. This... this was new. She's fought dragons before, driven away a good few and seared some badly enough to near death, but... she'd never killed one. At least, if she did, she never saw them die. Her masters always took away the hurt ones.
Oh, dear.
Magenta approached the distraught imperial, hesitant and head bowed, like a nervous dog. She hovered for a moment, unsure, before folding her spiky wings back and smoothly slipping beneath one of her drooping wings. Her heartflame pulsed, once again warming her outer glass.
....Oh, dear...
She didn't know what to do. Emotions... were not something she knew how to handle. Magenta barely understood them, to be honest. She was not made to feel so much. She wasn't sure if she [i]could[/i] feel so much.
This was too much thinking. Magenta let out a sigh, a flameless wave of heat. She just pressed her head against Xari's side, eyes closed, and hoped it was enough.
Magenta
Magenta startled awake, snapping up from her lovely post-patrol nap like a light switch. Her flame went from dim and slow to flaring up high and hot, as if the parrot's voice were a healthy dousing of lamp oil.
"
Hoah- hm?" She half-yelped half-mumbled, pushing herself up from her lion's lounge. "Oh, it's you, pretty bird... Huh?"
She shook her head, the newly-melted wax slipping back into her chest as her intelligence slowly returned from the depths of dreamland.
"Mmm, the garden you say?" Magenta yawned. "Oh my... I'm sure nothing bad happened... my, mmm, patrol was very thorough..."
An accident, perhaps? Did Xari need help? She'd love to lend a talon, the shiny shimmery dragon was very easy to want to help. Just being near her made Magenta want to do more than her purpose allowed. But the pretty bird did sound frantic, so perhaps things were more dire than simply a small accident...
Stretching like a cat, her glass wings cracking and ringing as they returned from cold hardened glass to a warm, mobile state, newly heated by her flame. She slipped out of her chosen room, a small narrow tunnel that lead to a cozy chamber with an equally cozy bed of leaves and hay. Simple, yet wonderfully delightful. Steady
clink-clink-clinks followed her every move, matched with her pulsing heartflame.
"Selkirk? Mmm, I believe it's time to wake up, sweetie..." She called gently through his doorway, pausing before the little cat-brother's room. "I think Miss Xari, hmm, needs some help. It sounds... quite urgent."
It would be entirely up to Selkirk to actually wake up, though, as Magenta would not be staying to watch him roll out of his pile of cats. The morning was just as beautiful as the last... sunsets never, ever get old for her. So nice... It was a tad dampened by by the strange urgency of the pretty bird's call, but she made to to appreciate the gift of sight her masters had given her. And perhaps the gift of some wisdom, too, otherwise she would not be able to comprehend true beauty.
She made her way down the path to Summer's garden with all the leisure of the oblivious, lost to her peace and generally allowing herself to be a tad stupid. It was oddly freeing to be stupid and oblivious. The urgency just... slipped from her mind, so easily. Like a leaf floating away on a river of oil.
Said urgency did, however, slam right back into her soul like a runaway Rockback when she saw the body. It did a good trample-tapdance combo too, once she saw Xari next to it.
"Oh..." She said, her usually-wistful voice strained. "Oh, dear..."
Hm. Magenta did not know how to handle this. This... this was new. She's fought dragons before, driven away a good few and seared some badly enough to near death, but... she'd never killed one. At least, if she did, she never saw them die. Her masters always took away the hurt ones.
Oh, dear.
Magenta approached the distraught imperial, hesitant and head bowed, like a nervous dog. She hovered for a moment, unsure, before folding her spiky wings back and smoothly slipping beneath one of her drooping wings. Her heartflame pulsed, once again warming her outer glass.
....Oh, dear...
She didn't know what to do. Emotions... were not something she knew how to handle. Magenta barely understood them, to be honest. She was not made to feel so much. She wasn't sure if she
could feel so much.
This was too much thinking. Magenta let out a sigh, a flameless wave of heat. She just pressed her head against Xari's side, eyes closed, and hoped it was enough.
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[b]Sabre[/b] / [b]Foo[/b]
He/him / She/it
[i]Interacting: [u] Jonathan then Corpse [/u][/i][/center]
The two immediately were ready for action when the bird has given her ominous warning.
They followed Selkirk and kept pace as he ran ahead of them.
But... They couldn't keep up with his flying. As he ascended, they ran as fast as they could, yet could only arrive at his landing site a few minutes after Selkirk did.
Sabre and Foo cautiously neared the body, head bent in reverence. This was a kind soul, one that shouldn't have been taken so early...
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[b]Selkirk[/b] / [b]Jonathan [/b]
He/him / He/Him
[i]Interacting: [u] Xari (@Storia), Magenta (@WyvernTales), dead body / Staying in the room[/u][/i]
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Selkirk had already startled awake when Poly came and screamed in his ear. Danger?? Another attempted murder! More clues, more chances to help! He knew for a fact that the little stuffies of a magical doctor hadn't been targeted, nor had Xari or the pretty colorful sandsurge Xari was blushing over recently. He'd made sure to check on each of them before bed to make sure they were safe - Xari and Magenta because surely they couldn't be the bad guys, and Beanbag because he was so small and quite frankly so cute that the baddie might try to step on him.
Whatever the case, it left him tired and exhausted after everything, and he easily startled awake at the bird. Selkirk was beginning to get up as Magenta came by.
"Yeah, I know, Polly told me. She probably needs help looking for clues!!" He yawned, excited but slightly tired and dampned from all the excitement of yesterday. "C'mon, Jonathan, race you to Summer's garden!"
Jonathan just turned to glare at him, curled back up on the bed, and farted vengefully at Selkirk.
"UGH, Jonathan!!! We sleep there! Whatever..." Selkirk sighed, shook his head, and left the room before he could die from chemical warfare.
His excitement grew as his mind became more and more awake. He went from walking, to trotting, to running and jumping off of boulders and cliff faces in a carefree way, racing himself and having the greatest time with the wind in his face. He could have just flown, but parkour was too fun!
He did eventually leap into the air and fly, higher and higher, until he was far above Summer's garden, than... Divebomb! He sliced through the air, making a shrill screech of enjoyment that was anything but adult-y, and landed super mega gracefully near Xari. And by super mega gracefully, he hit the ground, skidded, rolled over several times, and landed tangled in his wings.
"I-im okay!!! I did that on purpose!" Selkirk exclaimed, untangling himself from his wings and dusting himself off once in a dignified position. "It was a practice to test.. my....... O-oh my c-cat..." As his eyes landed on the corpse and the dragons surrounding it, his entire chest seemed to go hollow, like all of his organs were floating around inside of him without his permission. It took a few moments before he could close his mouth and slink over to the other dragons, pressing up against Xari's side like a frightened kitten.
"W... W-what....?" He couldn't finish the sentence. What... What? What happened? What did it? What did Summer do to deserve this? He felt [i]revolted.[/i] His limbs only stopped quaking enough for him to scramble away a few taillengths [spoiler]and regurgitate everything he had eaten in the past 12 hours, tears falling into the gunk as he finally can catch his breath.[/spoiler]
[i]Spoiler for puke.[/i]
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Sabre /
Foo
He/him / She/it
Interacting: Jonathan then Corpse
The two immediately were ready for action when the bird has given her ominous warning.
They followed Selkirk and kept pace as he ran ahead of them.
But... They couldn't keep up with his flying. As he ascended, they ran as fast as they could, yet could only arrive at his landing site a few minutes after Selkirk did.
Sabre and Foo cautiously neared the body, head bent in reverence. This was a kind soul, one that shouldn't have been taken so early...
Selkirk /
Jonathan
He/him / He/Him
Interacting: Xari (@Storia), Magenta (@WyvernTales), dead body / Staying in the room
Selkirk had already startled awake when Poly came and screamed in his ear. Danger?? Another attempted murder! More clues, more chances to help! He knew for a fact that the little stuffies of a magical doctor hadn't been targeted, nor had Xari or the pretty colorful sandsurge Xari was blushing over recently. He'd made sure to check on each of them before bed to make sure they were safe - Xari and Magenta because surely they couldn't be the bad guys, and Beanbag because he was so small and quite frankly so cute that the baddie might try to step on him.
Whatever the case, it left him tired and exhausted after everything, and he easily startled awake at the bird. Selkirk was beginning to get up as Magenta came by.
"Yeah, I know, Polly told me. She probably needs help looking for clues!!" He yawned, excited but slightly tired and dampned from all the excitement of yesterday. "C'mon, Jonathan, race you to Summer's garden!"
Jonathan just turned to glare at him, curled back up on the bed, and farted vengefully at Selkirk.
"UGH, Jonathan!!! We sleep there! Whatever..." Selkirk sighed, shook his head, and left the room before he could die from chemical warfare.
His excitement grew as his mind became more and more awake. He went from walking, to trotting, to running and jumping off of boulders and cliff faces in a carefree way, racing himself and having the greatest time with the wind in his face. He could have just flown, but parkour was too fun!
He did eventually leap into the air and fly, higher and higher, until he was far above Summer's garden, than... Divebomb! He sliced through the air, making a shrill screech of enjoyment that was anything but adult-y, and landed super mega gracefully near Xari. And by super mega gracefully, he hit the ground, skidded, rolled over several times, and landed tangled in his wings.
"I-im okay!!! I did that on purpose!" Selkirk exclaimed, untangling himself from his wings and dusting himself off once in a dignified position. "It was a practice to test.. my....... O-oh my c-cat..." As his eyes landed on the corpse and the dragons surrounding it, his entire chest seemed to go hollow, like all of his organs were floating around inside of him without his permission. It took a few moments before he could close his mouth and slink over to the other dragons, pressing up against Xari's side like a frightened kitten.
"W... W-what....?" He couldn't finish the sentence. What... What? What happened? What did it? What did Summer do to deserve this? He felt
revolted. His limbs only stopped quaking enough for him to scramble away a few taillengths
and regurgitate everything he had eaten in the past 12 hours, tears falling into the gunk as he finally can catch his breath.
Spoiler for puke.
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[color=FF321B][size=4][b]Keiran[/b][/size][/color]
[color=770C00][size=2]He/They[/size][/color]
Interacting with: The Corpse Crew, but more specifically Xari (@Storia) and Pitch (@Ozeatetsor)
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Keiran woke up bright and early for his daily viewing of the sunrise, a practice that had sustained him through the dark years of his early life and still kept him going through it all. He let his mind drift as he watched. He thought of what Yarrow was doing now, of the travels he was still yet to have, the strange happenings of the sanctuary, but mostly about Yarrow. There was no denying that he missed his better half. He knew for sure that Yarrow missed him... So why doesn't he turn back and return to the Sunbeam Ruins? [i]Yes[/i], that would be the best course of action.
He flew down from his perch upon the cave roof to retrieve his belongings when he was interrupted by the sound of... a crying dragon. He followed the sound to a cottage near the cave entrance where the sanctuary guardian and others stood over... [i]dear deities[/i]... it was a dead dragon.
Keiran marched over the body, looking around at the gathered dragons, the torn plant by the body, and the marks on the dragon's ankles. A fire lit in Keiran's chest as he gritted his teeth.
He looked at the Coatl and said with barely contained anger, "What happened here was no accident. [i]Someone[/i] here means harm to us, and whatever [i]sick [/i]and [i]twisted[/i] goal they are after...", Keiran clenched his teeth and took a deep breath before continuing, "they won't stop until we force them out or they kill more dragons." He looked around at the gathered dragons, the fear and repulsion in their eyes.
"Vitello was just the beginning", he said firmly. "Until we exile this dragon, [i]none of us [/i]will be safe."
He stared down at the corpse, realizing quickly that his plans to return to Yarrow would have to wait for later. What kind of dragon would he be if he left the group to fight this evil off on their own? He was far used to running, but that was his past life. Now... he needed to return what this (relatively) kind world had given him.
Keiran
He/They
Interacting with: The Corpse Crew, but more specifically Xari (@
Storia) and Pitch (@
Ozeatetsor)
Keiran woke up bright and early for his daily viewing of the sunrise, a practice that had sustained him through the dark years of his early life and still kept him going through it all. He let his mind drift as he watched. He thought of what Yarrow was doing now, of the travels he was still yet to have, the strange happenings of the sanctuary, but mostly about Yarrow. There was no denying that he missed his better half. He knew for sure that Yarrow missed him... So why doesn't he turn back and return to the Sunbeam Ruins?
Yes, that would be the best course of action.
He flew down from his perch upon the cave roof to retrieve his belongings when he was interrupted by the sound of... a crying dragon. He followed the sound to a cottage near the cave entrance where the sanctuary guardian and others stood over...
dear deities... it was a dead dragon.
Keiran marched over the body, looking around at the gathered dragons, the torn plant by the body, and the marks on the dragon's ankles. A fire lit in Keiran's chest as he gritted his teeth.
He looked at the Coatl and said with barely contained anger, "What happened here was no accident.
Someone here means harm to us, and whatever
sick and
twisted goal they are after...", Keiran clenched his teeth and took a deep breath before continuing, "they won't stop until we force them out or they kill more dragons." He looked around at the gathered dragons, the fear and repulsion in their eyes.
"Vitello was just the beginning", he said firmly. "Until we exile this dragon,
none of us will be safe."
He stared down at the corpse, realizing quickly that his plans to return to Yarrow would have to wait for later. What kind of dragon would he be if he left the group to fight this evil off on their own? He was far used to running, but that was his past life. Now... he needed to return what this (relatively) kind world had given him.
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[font=century][color=#eb7997][size=5]MELO [emoji=scroll 2 size=1] He/Him[/size][/color]
[font=century][color=#62963f][size=4]Interacting With: The Garden Party[/size][/color][/center]
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[font=century][size=3]Melo once again woke up and was promptly greeted with the sound of crying near the cave entrance. He frowned and followed it to see the dragons from before standing near a cottage, and they were surrounding...
...was that a dead body? Yikes. The most noticeable fact about it was the puncture wounds that pointed to either vampirism or snake bites, but given that it was on the dragon's legs it was probably the latter. Melo briefly wondered about how the snake had even gotten into the cottage, but decided that that wasn't relevant and frowned instead.
Perhaps the dragon had just angered the snake instead? Snakes were prone to attacking when feeling threatened, after all? But that didn't explain the plant's current sorry state... unless someone had baited the dragon into seeing the plant and rushing out, then they had somehow angered the snake...? Why wasn't he panicking about the sight of a dead dragon instead? Probably because it hadn't fully sunk in yet.
Melo realised he was theorising aloud as a couple of dragons glanced at him. Whoops.
MELO 
He/Him
Interacting With: The Garden Party
Melo once again woke up and was promptly greeted with the sound of crying near the cave entrance. He frowned and followed it to see the dragons from before standing near a cottage, and they were surrounding...
...was that a dead body? Yikes. The most noticeable fact about it was the puncture wounds that pointed to either vampirism or snake bites, but given that it was on the dragon's legs it was probably the latter. Melo briefly wondered about how the snake had even gotten into the cottage, but decided that that wasn't relevant and frowned instead.
Perhaps the dragon had just angered the snake instead? Snakes were prone to attacking when feeling threatened, after all? But that didn't explain the plant's current sorry state... unless someone had baited the dragon into seeing the plant and rushing out, then they had somehow angered the snake...? Why wasn't he panicking about the sight of a dead dragon instead? Probably because it hadn't fully sunk in yet.
Melo realised he was theorising aloud as a couple of dragons glanced at him. Whoops.
star | she/her | fr +15 
Sanctuary Guardian (Leader):
Assistant (Second-in-Command):
Selkirk | He/Him | Mirror | AutumnFall123 | Link
Architect:
Doll-Eyed Doctor:
Enslaved Butler:
Craftsdragon:
Independent Researcher:
Wild Adventurer:
Diadem | He/Him | Spiral | AmethystGrove | Link
Archaeologist:
Camelia | She/Her | Wildclaw | Slairisk | Link
Plague Guardian:
Alison | She/Her | "Gaoler" | Strangeflesh | Link
Bard:
Keiran | He/They | Guardian-Shaped Dragon | pandakitty1 | Link
Travelling Salesdragon:
Night Patrol:
Stonemason:
Indiana | He/Him | Auraboa | TrueTerror | Link
Gardener:
Relations:
Queer
They/She
