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CommanderErwin
Well, I assume we should start the rp! I'll go first, being it's creator.
Ambra's wings sent small turrets of air billowing from their ends as the large, leathery wings flapped, her hurried pace to make it to the thicket of the Starwood Strand. She landed with a crash, in a small clearing, and turned wildly, her eyes trained on the sky. Above her, the blue-hued infected sped over, heading in a different direction than the Observatory. She smiled, a poor attempt at it, as the thick piece of iron scrap metal she had taken was still clamped firmly in her jaws. She started her walk through the Strand, knowing the infected would soon turn tail, and head home, no longer being able to locate her, and burning under the bright sun of the day. As she walked, her hood rustled lightly, and the skulls on her necklace and wings swished in the faint breeze. She kept her claws ready, however, waiting for an infected to jump from the trees and attack, although unlikely. She was close to home now, and could hear the sound of the ocean hitting the cliff the thicket of trees suddenly stopped at, a place where only one or two infected would be found, and killed rather quickly, each month. As she continued on, she made it to the cliff, and leapt, unfurling her wings, and flying toward the place she now called home.
Ember's dull eyes scanned the sky wildly, looking for the deep red dragon who's wings were the color of fire, that he'd been chasing. He flew over the tall Starwood Strand, just knowing she'd headed this way. And yet, as he flew, on, he could not find her. And so, giving up, he headed home, to the dark, bloodstained fields of the wasteland. An ungraceful landing announced to his fellow infected that he had returned. They all turned to stare at him with their own set of unblinking, milky eyes, before going back to digging into a poor soul caught by a herd of them. Ember nudged his was through his brothers and sisters, growling and snarling, oblivious to the snaps and scratches the others left on his rotting hide. In turn, his brothers and sisters ignored the fresh scrapes he left on them, and continued to tear meat from the carcass. As he neared, he noticed something odd sparkling among the carcass. Something made of wire and glass, hanging hear where the dragon's head was. Dismissing it, he dug his face into the bloodied meat, and tore something away, not quite caring what it was, before devouring it, and digging in once more.
