Roleplay

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February 04, 2015 15:15:46

@FloatingInSpace

The light dragons landed on the tree the intruder once stood on. Naa's whiskers twitched apprehensively as she eyed the scene. Sunstreak craned his neck to get a better look.

Taloq tilted her head in thought for a moment. Then she spoke. "I am not an executioner and my rank isn't high enough to make that decision anyway. What should we do with her Naa?"

The Pearlcatcher fluttered down to the ground. She held her pearl with her tail and kept it well away from the intruder. Taloq bowed to the higher ranking dragoness and stepped out of her way.

"If she wants to die so badly, Zira wouldn't mind doing it." Naa said. "Let's take her prisoner."

Taking a breath and smelling the unfamiliar Plague dragon's odor she added, "Let's give her a good bath too."

To Taka she ordered, "Go give the news."

The Water born Mirror dragon nodded then loped off. The two light dragons flanked the intruder and Taloq stepped up to lead the way.

We are night, we are not. We are silent, we are violent. We are the Clan of Nix!

@Nixkat ((Adding another would-be thief to spice things up. [b]Trigger warning[/b]: depressive thoughts.)) Hecate shoved herself to her feet, her mind dull and blood roaring through her ears. At least they were blunt. If she was going to see an executioner, it at least meant that they were taking her request seriously. No one took her requests seriously. She kept her head low, staring at the ground and her claws. The voice was back, hissing at her how [i]useless[/i] she was and how she couldn't do [i]anything[/i] right. She didn't bothering shutting it up. She let the words wash over her, filling her to the brim with a sort of numbness that Hecate wished was different. It was not the kind of numb she wanted. ----- A fae flutters by, wheezing and panting and reeking of the Wasteland as well. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7863663] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/78637/7863663_350.png[/img] [/url] He is from a clan that values brutality, endurance, a savagery that does not reach him or his kind. Some days, he believes that his clan is full of wanna-be mirrors. Some days, they call him by his true name. Some days, they call him weakling. Bidwell had fled this clan, leaving in a burst of desperation. He regrets the decision, for he has no where to go now. He has traveled along the land, trying to find a place to call home. He has found no such place. But he has heard tales of a tree, beautiful and small, strong and hardy, that had grown in the Labyrinth. He had heard tales of how it made those around it strong and hardy, no matter how small. So he set off, to become strong and hardy and to return to his home and prove that his true name was fitting. Bidwell spotted the parade as he neared the clearing, confused at the toppled trees and the reek of the Wasteland. He fluttered to a branch and rested there, staring down as a ridgeback and pearlcatcher escorted a blue mirror away.

FloatingInSpace

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February 04, 2015 15:34:19

@Nixkat ((Adding another would-be thief to spice things up. Trigger warning: depressive thoughts.))

Hecate shoved herself to her feet, her mind dull and blood roaring through her ears. At least they were blunt. If she was going to see an executioner, it at least meant that they were taking her request seriously. No one took her requests seriously.

She kept her head low, staring at the ground and her claws. The voice was back, hissing at her how useless she was and how she couldn't do anything right.

She didn't bothering shutting it up. She let the words wash over her, filling her to the brim with a sort of numbness that Hecate wished was different. It was not the kind of numb she wanted.

A fae flutters by, wheezing and panting and reeking of the Wasteland as well.

He is from a clan that values brutality, endurance, a savagery that does not reach him or his kind. Some days, he believes that his clan is full of wanna-be mirrors. Some days, they call him by his true name. Some days, they call him weakling.

Bidwell had fled this clan, leaving in a burst of desperation. He regrets the decision, for he has no where to go now. He has traveled along the land, trying to find a place to call home. He has found no such place.

But he has heard tales of a tree, beautiful and small, strong and hardy, that had grown in the Labyrinth. He had heard tales of how it made those around it strong and hardy, no matter how small. So he set off, to become strong and hardy and to return to his home and prove that his true name was fitting.

Bidwell spotted the parade as he neared the clearing, confused at the toppled trees and the reek of the Wasteland. He fluttered to a branch and rested there, staring down as a ridgeback and pearlcatcher escorted a blue mirror away.

@FloatingInSpace

The stench of the prisoner is enough to block out all other smells in the surroundings. The Nix Clan dragons scrunch their noses and try to breath out of their mouths only to find the taste of the odor worse than the smell itself.

They lead the prisoner back to the hidden lair. Branches and vines tied together form a strong roof with multiple skylights. Mosses and lichens filled gaps between the supports to keep out drafts. Tunnels dug into the soil under roots of huge magically grown trees. Soft grasses padded the floor of the lair. Flowering bushes and wild flowers were scattered around as decorations.

At the very center sat a small silver tree. Its branches were bare and stiff. Its bark was smooth and seamless with a metallic sheen. Around the tree a powerful, plump Guardian dragoness lay. Beside her a much larger and lighter Guardian sat.

Nixkat

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February 04, 2015 15:56:53

@FloatingInSpace

The stench of the prisoner is enough to block out all other smells in the surroundings. The Nix Clan dragons scrunch their noses and try to breath out of their mouths only to find the taste of the odor worse than the smell itself.

They lead the prisoner back to the hidden lair. Branches and vines tied together form a strong roof with multiple skylights. Mosses and lichens filled gaps between the supports to keep out drafts. Tunnels dug into the soil under roots of huge magically grown trees. Soft grasses padded the floor of the lair. Flowering bushes and wild flowers were scattered around as decorations.

At the very center sat a small silver tree. Its branches were bare and stiff. Its bark was smooth and seamless with a metallic sheen. Around the tree a powerful, plump Guardian dragoness lay. Beside her a much larger and lighter Guardian sat.

We are night, we are not. We are silent, we are violent. We are the Clan of Nix!

@Nixkat

Hecate offered no comment as she looked up and stared at the tree. It was so... small. Inconsequential. She felt let down. Hecate had expected some grand explosion, some magic buzzing in the air, something that signaled it was special and worthy of the legends that were told of it.

Instead, all that signaled its specialness was the fact that its guard was a group of dragons. The Guardian that lay at its base seemed fat to Hecate. She was used to half starving dragons in her travels. The sight of someone so well-fed made her blood boil. Whatever thoughts of death, of defeat, of giving up and festered in her mind moments before were gone. She was enraged that someone could sit there and keep this all to themselves, when so many could use it to become healthy. She crouched lowly to the ground and hissed, waiting for something to happen.

Bidwell floated along, snickering at the fact that the dragons seemed uncomfortable with the stench of the Plague dragon. He paused. Some of the cruelness had evidently seeped into his mind; he would have never chalked himself up to someone who would laugh at other's suffering.

He paused at the edge of the lair, frowning as they disappeared inside. Bidwell fluttered downwards, trying to see if there was a spot he could sneak in. He found one of the skylights and peered in and watched the mirror become... agitated. He shuddered and shrank.

FloatingInSpace

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February 04, 2015 16:10:41

@Nixkat

Hecate offered no comment as she looked up and stared at the tree. It was so... small. Inconsequential. She felt let down. Hecate had expected some grand explosion, some magic buzzing in the air, something that signaled it was special and worthy of the legends that were told of it.

Instead, all that signaled its specialness was the fact that its guard was a group of dragons. The Guardian that lay at its base seemed fat to Hecate. She was used to half starving dragons in her travels. The sight of someone so well-fed made her blood boil. Whatever thoughts of death, of defeat, of giving up and festered in her mind moments before were gone. She was enraged that someone could sit there and keep this all to themselves, when so many could use it to become healthy. She crouched lowly to the ground and hissed, waiting for something to happen.

Bidwell floated along, snickering at the fact that the dragons seemed uncomfortable with the stench of the Plague dragon. He paused. Some of the cruelness had evidently seeped into his mind; he would have never chalked himself up to someone who would laugh at other's suffering.

He paused at the edge of the lair, frowning as they disappeared inside. Bidwell fluttered downwards, trying to see if there was a spot he could sneak in. He found one of the skylights and peered in and watched the mirror become... agitated. He shuddered and shrank.

@FloatingInSpace "Well, you're spirited for some one who asked to be killed." Anima yawned. She stood and stretched. Her nose crinkled at the smell of the Wastelands filling the lair. Her attention flicked to Sunstreak. "How are our allies in the Sunbeam Ruins?" The Ridgeback bowed to the dragoness. "Firestone and Snowgem send their congratulations on the new Nocturne hatchlings. They also send their thanks for the seafood support." She nodded and dismissed him. The lower rank dragon slipped down a tunnel, out of sight. Turning her attention back to the intruder, she sat back down and curled her tail around her tree. "I suppose we could have a nice meal and you will explain why you're trespassing in my territory. Then Zira will be happy to meet you." Anima said. She shouted out behind her, "Somebody bring up some grub!" Some commotion sounded out from the tunnels before someone came up with a huge leaf carrying assorted meats, plants, bugs, and seafood. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/76474/7647301_350.png[/img] The plump dragon placed the feast in front of the prisoner before bowing to his leader and stepping aside. "Thank you Beau. Stick around in case the prisoner tries to escape." The Guardian said. To the intruder she introduced herself, "I am Anima, Matriarch of the Clan of Nix."

Nixkat

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February 04, 2015 16:47:43

@FloatingInSpace

"Well, you're spirited for some one who asked to be killed." Anima yawned. She stood and stretched. Her nose crinkled at the smell of the Wastelands filling the lair. Her attention flicked to Sunstreak. "How are our allies in the Sunbeam Ruins?"

The Ridgeback bowed to the dragoness. "Firestone and Snowgem send their congratulations on the new Nocturne hatchlings. They also send their thanks for the seafood support."

She nodded and dismissed him. The lower rank dragon slipped down a tunnel, out of sight.

Turning her attention back to the intruder, she sat back down and curled her tail around her tree. "I suppose we could have a nice meal and you will explain why you're trespassing in my territory. Then Zira will be happy to meet you." Anima said. She shouted out behind her, "Somebody bring up some grub!"

Some commotion sounded out from the tunnels before someone came up with a huge leaf carrying assorted meats, plants, bugs, and seafood.

The plump dragon placed the feast in front of the prisoner before bowing to his leader and stepping aside.

"Thank you Beau. Stick around in case the prisoner tries to escape." The Guardian said. To the intruder she introduced herself, "I am Anima, Matriarch of the Clan of Nix."

We are night, we are not. We are silent, we are violent. We are the Clan of Nix!

Last edited on Feb 04, 2015 17:11:37 by Nixkat

@Nixkat ((Not sure if it's clear, but Hecate's got depression. Some of the symptoms include being more short-tempered and aggressive than usual, as well as a lack of appetite. So yeah.))

Bidwell peered through the crack, blinking at the going-ons. Was the prisoner being served food? What kind of clan gave their prisoner food? He had half a mind to go get captured himself, if only if meant he could receive something to eat. He peered downwards and frowned. The mirror didn't seem eager to eat anything and seemed to be hissing venomously at the Guardian instead.

Hecate hissed at Anima, agitated beyond belief. Why were they giving her food? Why hadn't they killed her yet? Where the hell was that Zira dragon that was supposed to be her executioner?

The voice crept back into her mind, telling her to destroy, kill, rip that tree from its roots. It was right there, for the love of the Plaguebringer, was she that stupid?

Hecate wheezed, her mind struggling to find out what the next best option was. Above, there was sudden sharp crackling sound and her head jerked up to see another pair of beady red eyes.

FloatingInSpace

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February 04, 2015 17:19:41

@Nixkat ((Not sure if it's clear, but Hecate's got depression. Some of the symptoms include being more short-tempered and aggressive than usual, as well as a lack of appetite. So yeah.))

Bidwell peered through the crack, blinking at the going-ons. Was the prisoner being served food? What kind of clan gave their prisoner food? He had half a mind to go get captured himself, if only if meant he could receive something to eat. He peered downwards and frowned. The mirror didn't seem eager to eat anything and seemed to be hissing venomously at the Guardian instead.

Hecate hissed at Anima, agitated beyond belief. Why were they giving her food? Why hadn't they killed her yet? Where the hell was that Zira dragon that was supposed to be her executioner?

The voice crept back into her mind, telling her to destroy, kill, rip that tree from its roots. It was right there, for the love of the Plaguebringer, was she that stupid?

Hecate wheezed, her mind struggling to find out what the next best option was. Above, there was sudden sharp crackling sound and her head jerked up to see another pair of beady red eyes.

@FloatingInSpace

Anima huffed at the prisoner's attitude and bad manners. She stood and unfurled her stiff frills and glared at the Mirror dragon.

Anima, Zan, and Naa looked up at the sound and also spotted someone peeking in. The Pearlcatcher was up in a flash, wings beating swiftly. Her claws hooked into the bark on the rim of the skylight and she stared at the new intruder.

Beau and Taloq kept their attention on the first prisoner. Though the chubby Ridgeback snatched a few fish of the serving leaf since the higher ranking dragons weren't watching.

"Hello stranger!" Anima shouted up. "Do you wanna come down here willingly or would you like to be chased down and torn to shreds?"

"Should I fetch your team?" Zan whispered to his mate.

Without taking her eyes off the scene Anima nodded. She dug her claws into the earth and made thick spiked vines surround and shield her tree. The other Guardian slipped down into a nearby tunnel.

Nixkat

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February 05, 2015 07:27:05

@FloatingInSpace

Anima huffed at the prisoner's attitude and bad manners. She stood and unfurled her stiff frills and glared at the Mirror dragon.

Anima, Zan, and Naa looked up at the sound and also spotted someone peeking in. The Pearlcatcher was up in a flash, wings beating swiftly. Her claws hooked into the bark on the rim of the skylight and she stared at the new intruder.

Beau and Taloq kept their attention on the first prisoner. Though the chubby Ridgeback snatched a few fish of the serving leaf since the higher ranking dragons weren't watching.

"Hello stranger!" Anima shouted up. "Do you wanna come down here willingly or would you like to be chased down and torn to shreds?"

"Should I fetch your team?" Zan whispered to his mate.

Without taking her eyes off the scene Anima nodded. She dug her claws into the earth and made thick spiked vines surround and shield her tree. The other Guardian slipped down into a nearby tunnel.

We are night, we are not. We are silent, we are violent. We are the Clan of Nix!

@Nixkat

Hecate's eyes darted around. She could, technically, make a break for it. The silver tree was right there, but now it was covered in vines and if she tried to destroy the shield that had been created around it, it would mean certain death.

Which she really didn't mind at this point, but the chance of succeeding was very low.

Which she also didn't mind at this point. She filled her cheeks with venom and spat at it.

Bidwell shrieked as a pearlcatcher shot upwards, her face very close to his. He staggered back, hissing and frills quivering. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.

Bidwell flapped his wings, shooting upwards and wound himself around a nearby tree, digging his claws into the bark and infecting it. He couldn't topple it onto the strange dome, but he could create a distraction.

Quickly, Bidwell flew over to a new tree, infecting only one of its branches. He began to work his way around in a circle, making sure the branch was somewhat high so that it would need to be aimed at.

FloatingInSpace

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February 05, 2015 13:03:13

@Nixkat

Hecate's eyes darted around. She could, technically, make a break for it. The silver tree was right there, but now it was covered in vines and if she tried to destroy the shield that had been created around it, it would mean certain death.

Which she really didn't mind at this point, but the chance of succeeding was very low.

Which she also didn't mind at this point. She filled her cheeks with venom and spat at it.

Bidwell shrieked as a pearlcatcher shot upwards, her face very close to his. He staggered back, hissing and frills quivering. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.

Bidwell flapped his wings, shooting upwards and wound himself around a nearby tree, digging his claws into the bark and infecting it. He couldn't topple it onto the strange dome, but he could create a distraction.

Quickly, Bidwell flew over to a new tree, infecting only one of its branches. He began to work his way around in a circle, making sure the branch was somewhat high so that it would need to be aimed at.

@FloatingInSpace (Sorry, been really busy) A bolt of lightning intercepted the plague magic and canceled it out. The dragoness it came from charged towards the center of the lair. She paused by the vine shielded tree and cast a spell to add another layer of protection in the form of a yellow magic force field. The castor was followed by Zan and another dragoness. "Zira, nice of you to join us." Anima said to her battle partner. She gestured over to the prisoner. "That little Mirror there has requested that her life be ended, but seeing as she's been so rude would you mind making it [i]fun[/i]?" "Sure thing boss," Zira replied. Her wings crackled with electricity. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/67959/6795815_350.png[/img] She turned to the prisoner and said, "You ready to go?" Taloq circled around the other Mirror's side and waited for an opening to strike. Beau gathered his light magic and blocked the exit with his chubby body. To Zan she ordered, "Keep that tree safe." To her other battle partner she said, "Iris, you're with me. Naa could use a claw cornering the other intruder." "Of course." The Arcane born dragon replied. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/68240/6823991_350.png[/img] Together they took off and exited through the skylights. -------- Naa dug her claws into the tree as she climbed after the Fae dragon. She spat bolts of light at every festering bit of bark she saw. The Pearlcatcher sighted in relief as she heard her back up.

Nixkat

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February 07, 2015 10:49:48

@FloatingInSpace (Sorry, been really busy)

A bolt of lightning intercepted the plague magic and canceled it out. The dragoness it came from charged towards the center of the lair. She paused by the vine shielded tree and cast a spell to add another layer of protection in the form of a yellow magic force field. The castor was followed by Zan and another dragoness.

"Zira, nice of you to join us." Anima said to her battle partner. She gestured over to the prisoner. "That little Mirror there has requested that her life be ended, but seeing as she's been so rude would you mind making it fun?"

"Sure thing boss," Zira replied. Her wings crackled with electricity.

She turned to the prisoner and said, "You ready to go?"

Taloq circled around the other Mirror's side and waited for an opening to strike. Beau gathered his light magic and blocked the exit with his chubby body.

To Zan she ordered, "Keep that tree safe."

To her other battle partner she said, "Iris, you're with me. Naa could use a claw cornering the other intruder."

"Of course." The Arcane born dragon replied.

Together they took off and exited through the skylights.

Naa dug her claws into the tree as she climbed after the Fae dragon. She spat bolts of light at every festering bit of bark she saw. The Pearlcatcher sighted in relief as she heard her back up.

We are night, we are not. We are silent, we are violent. We are the Clan of Nix!

@Nixkat (It's ok. I honestly don't know where either one of my characters is going.)

Hecate glanced up blearily at the hulking figures before her. At last, she would get what she had wanted.

Hecate had long resigned herself to the darkness that seemed to have infested her mind. There was nothing waiting for her out here, and the dragons that were guarding this damn tree were a bunch of idiots, defending a tiny thing with all their energy. True, she had been pursuing it as well, but she wasn't sure what she had been expecting. A large clan of dragons to be defending a tiny thing? Surely not. From the stories, she had envisioned a great, silver tree, with branches stretching across the sky and bark glittering like the stars of the night.

The thing in front of her, encased by magic, was as pathetic as they come. She cocked her head at the fat guardian before her. "One question before you kill me," she said, oddly calm, "why defend this tree?"

Bidwell darted upwards, higher and higher into the tree he had been resting in as he heard backup. Digging his claws into the back of the tree, he did his best to encourage a mold infestation, eating away at the bark. He glanced up. There was probably two yards above him. Hopefully, the tree would fall and create enough of a diversion to allow him to run off.

He didn't even bother checking to see where his pursuers were. They had many more branches that needed curing, and the longer they waited the more infested they got.

FloatingInSpace