Chloe | District 2 | Ice | Guardian
The Icefield was often mistaken for a place that was constantly engulfed in violent blizzards that froze dragons to death and ripped them from the sky unchecked. That was admittedly, the truth save the lower regions and occasional days like this one that were clear and crisp. Chloe remembered very few of these days, she preferred them over the snow squalls that made hunting miserable and nearly impossible. Not today though. Two guardians stand on a lower precipice in the numerous mountain ranges of the Crags, the larger glares at the world around and breathes a hostile burst of ice before turning around to her much smaller daughter. "Are you cowering?!" she barked, "Stand up and stretch your wings, if you can't accomplish this task then the clan has no need for you." The tiny black and yellow guardian hissed back but complied, moving to glance over the edge her mother had chosen for flying practice. Chloe could fly of course, all the clan's hatchlings could before they were even allowed out of the caves, this was... a different type of exercise. "I can't jump from here without magic, it'd be suicide!" "Are you a dragon or an imperial with wings so small, who can't even jump without help from another?" her mother snarled as she struck her across the face. "This clan has never needed to rely on magic, even with it in our bones like a parasite. You have wings that can support your lazy ***, so stop sniveling and go before I shove you off myself." Chloe crouched in the snow, cursing the gods as she prepared for flight, the gemstones around her neck weighing her down and completely sealing her magic away. She only had her wings and instincts to guide her as she dived off the edge.
It was... it was everywhere. Her jaw dropped a bit as she watched the swollen sea flood half the lower arena.
That explains the salt in the air. She was perched on the top of the Cornucopia, attempting to sharpen the knife. She wished she had a bit more time, with careful precision she could cut entire chucks away, creating a deadly and reliable karambit knife, her old clan's weapon of choice for hunts or fights with other dragons. For now a thinner edge would have to do as she stuffed it back in her belt with the assorted poisons.
Odd if I find you dead I will throw myself off the nearest cliff and chase you to hell and back. At least give me a chance to defend you if you're going to die on me. She crouched before springing into the air. Full flight was impossible here, just the forcefield alone was only meters above them and she didn't feel like testing their ability right now. The wind was
furious, stirred up from the sudden tides and flow of magic and threatened to knock her from the air. But she could glide, her wingspan and years of being forced to rely on them had strengthened those muscles, she didn't need any magic to fly, though it was helpful for long distances. She hit the top of a tree before crouching and leaping into the air again, gliding about half a mile before the violent winds pushed her down, only to land on another tree and repeat her actions.
I've wasted my time yelling at that b*****d and listening to his nonsensical wheezing. No, I've been a goddamn moron the moment I got away from them, I should have tried to find my way back as soon as possible, then I might have had a chance to slice that lizard's throat. So ironically I'm just as guilty of her death in a way. Another leap, but this time an entire tree branch flung up from gods knew where and hit her square in the nose, sending her crashing into the trees below. She bellowed, clawing her way up again and continuing on. Her bursts of flight were becoming shorter, the further she soared near the raging waters.
I will not fail you in the same way Odd. She grit her teeth.
Suddenly she cut herself off midflight and whirled around, which caused the air currents around her to rebel and sent her spiraling downwards. She sucked in a breath and angled her wings in the direction of the tiny pearlcatcher that had been shouting moments before. Odd was standing on an outcropping, trying to talk with someone else that she couldn't see. Then he hopped down and vanished from sight, but just the brief glimpse put completely metaphorical wind under her wings.
He's alive, he's alive, thank the Icewarden he's not dead.... yet. "ODD!" she roared over the salty winds as she fell closer to him and the dark wildclaw swimming up to him, "Odd it's me Ch- oh FU-" In one beautifully swift movement the wind caught her wings and lifted her up several meters.... and then slammed her into the churning waves below.
@Yeezy13
@Havic ahhh don't mean to barge in. If needed Chloe can drown here bc i love my children uwu
