Roleplay

EXT. TANGLED WOOD (BORDER) - MIDNIGHT

As its name suggests the tangled wood is difficult to navigate. Brambles and thorns glint in the moonlight, covering each vine and flower.

TWO DRAGONS

move through the brush. They ignore the pain even as blood glints from myriad scratches on their hides. One pauses to check his surroundings.

MORNING DEW

A teal speckled coatl with silver wings. He's stocky, but navigates the brush with agility. His eyes are the telltale purple of Arcane flight, and catch the light like amethysts. After a moment he seems content that he hasn't been followed.


@luckgandor

SECOND DRAGON

enters the scene. It is a lithe, black, purple, and orange Skydancer, a genderless creature called COSMANGO.

Although it is skinnier than its companion, it navigates the brush with difficulty. Its pale blue eyes glow faintly in the darkness.

@silverdraka

MORNING DEW

gestures with one paw to the small, deserted clearing around them.


He sits down and pulls dead leaves over himself. As camoflauge they're more than adequate. As bedclothes they're downright horrendous. The coatl does his best to get comfortable, then notices his companion's continuing unease.

The coatl is too tired to be frightened.


@luckgandor

@silverdraka

Music starts to lower here to a quieter tone (piano). Although it is hesitant, COSMANGO slowly lays down beside MORNING DEW, eyes still flickering about the clearing. It can feel no energies other than it's own and it's companions, but is on edge nonetheless.

EXT. TANGLED WOODS - DAWN

Through the trees dim sunlight can be seen; beams of dawn glory illuminating the forest floor. One beam lands on a teal snout.

Morning Dew snorts. The offending sunbeam doesn't move, of course, so he opens one eye. Cosmango is laid out next to him, still apart from the rise and fall of his chest. Nothing to worry about, then.

Rising, the coatl stretches. Dried mud flakes from his skin - the remnant of his efforts to soothe needle scratches. Though the wood all around is fairly dark for a forest, it looks much less intimidating than before.

Morning Dew soaks up the sun, then scratches a message in the dirt.


NEARBY RIDGE - A FEW MINUTES LATER

Morning Dew looks out at the horizon. Nothing but blackwood trees twisted together in a spiny carpet. Besides the one he and Cosmango found, there are few other clearings in sight.

@luckgandor

@silverdraka

Cosmango wakes to find itself alone. Suddenly nervous again and unable to sense Morning Dew's energy, it looks around in a hurried frenzy for a few moments, making quite a spectacle of themselves. A few small mammals and birds scurry out of the way as it turns. Finally, Cosmango stops and notices the note on the ground.

It decides against following Morning Dew, however, and instead lies back down in the makeshift nest it made. It was a bit nicer than Morning Dew's, but left thorns and leaves in its pelt. Grumbling, Cosmango starts to groom itself, attempting to pass the time until its partner returns.

THE CLEARING - MOMENTS LATER

Morning Dew slips from the bushes. His feathers are obviously damp, but are already partially dry.

He's also wrapped some fresh fish and bugs in leaves. He unfolds some now, offering half to his companion.

(OOC: Sorry for how short. Really have/had a lot on my plate today.)