Roleplay

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7139950] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/71400/7139950_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Brimstone lowered her crest as the crack of magic shot through the darkness. She winced as she heard the dragon hit the earth, stunned. She waited for a bit, growling low at the laughing guard at the top of the ravine and listening to the heavy breaths of the other dragon. Soon, the laughter died out, leaving only the sound of her fellow prisoner. She cautiously approached the downed dragon, nose wrinkling at the smell that lingered on the other dragon's scales. She gently nudged the other with a claw. "Are you alright?" @Marzi

@Marzi @alagasianflame @EmmaStark ((Decided to only use Chill... may bring in Thaw later if situation permits though.)) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6911108] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/69112/6911108_350.png[/img] [/url] Everything was still. The world seemed to hold its breath. Chill laid numbly out on a flat expanse surrounded by nothing but silence and empty space, devoid of even the familiar sounds of her clanmates' breathing. Then, suddenly, there was a sharp noise and an amused laugh, followed by a sickening thud. At this, Chill opened an eye. [i]What was that?[/i] she wondered, opening both eyes. She was surprised to find herself sprawled amidst darkness, not curled beside her companions. [i]"H-hey! Can you help me?" [/i] stuttered a voice from some distance away. Chill blinked into the blackness, taking a moment to try and place the scared voice. [i]This is... I do not recognize that voice. But the noise from earlier... it almost sounded like a spell.[/i] Chill grunted, shaking her head of troubling thoughts. Bringing her head up from where it had been sitting on the hard, lifeless earth, Chill looked over her white form. She was lying on her left side with one wing trapped under her heavy body and the other half-folded over her right side. Her front legs were painfully twisted under her chest and her back legs were sprawled out to the right. [i]What happened to me?[/i] Taking a moment to collect herself, the Guardian dragon hauled her large body up off of the ground. A thin rumble escaped her slightly parted jaws as splintering pain sparked down her neck. She inhaled stiffly, hard fins fanning out with the effort, waiting for the pain to dull. It took a moment of strenuous lifting from her oddly sore muscles, but as soon as she got her clawed-feet under her, Chill stood. Opening her wings upwards, she stretched them gingerly, assuring herself that there were not any tears in them. She swished her tail and took a few steps in the direction of some movement a ways away, choosing to ignore the screaming of her tired limbs. Casting a long look around her as she meandered towards the moving forms, Chill concluded that she was nowhere near her lair. Staggering walls of rock jutted onwards and upwards for quite a ways. Chill gazed at the imposing walls on either side of her, the sheer cliff faces were free of any considerable way to climb up... perhaps later she would attempt to fly out. Not that it mattered now, though. There were some other dragons up ahead, it seemed. Now that she had ventured closer, Chill could make out two Mirrors, one looking concerned over another that was lying on the rough earth, and one Coatl, who was just skidding to a halt with alarm in her feathers. A scent reached Chill's nose, and she paced more quickly towards the other dragons. "What happened?" the massive Guardian asked the smaller dragons, coming to a stop behind them. Chill towered over the others, able to easily see the smoke rising from the downed Mirror's scales. [i]She was hit by a spell, I knew it,[/i] Chill thought.

Brimstone's head shot up at the call. The accent betrayed the other dragon to be Coatl. "Ah, you're awake too I see," she nodded absently. "Do me a favor and don't try to escape; don't need two of these on my hands." She gestured to the fallen mirror. A movement in her peripheral caught her infared. She looked up at the newcomer, a guardian, who was approaching her quickly.
"What Happened?"
Before she could answer, the dragon beneath her shot up and skittered away.
"Did Taerus put you up to this? Or Zuul?"
"Hey, hey, easy!" Brimstone kept her wings relaxed, crest down as to not seem aggressive. "I'll be honest with you, got no idea who those two are but I can tell you right now no dragon's got a hand in this."
@Marzi @ArcticWolf @EmmaStark

@Marzi @alagasianflame @EmmaStark

"No dragon, eh?" Chill murmured, falling silent as the Coatl piped up the question that was surely on everyone's mind:
Who did this?
Why were they all here? Was there a legitamate reason... or was this just someone's twisted idea of a good laugh?

Chill folded her white wings down by her sides and looked upwards. The rim of the ravine the four of them were penned in was high above their heads, but not completely impossible to reach.
Even if we were to try and fly from here... there's a chance that whoever cast that magic earlier will do so again to keep us here, Chill mused, shifting on her haunches. She glared upwards at the walls of the prison, but found no one.

"Obviously," she began with her head still turned skyward, her voice raised slightly to catch the attention of the others. "We are trapped here- but by who... I don't know." Chill looked back down to the other three. "My name is Chill. I hail from the Southern Icefield." The Guardian looked to the two Mirrors and the Coatl. "Who are you?"

@Marzi @ArcticWolf @EmmaStark
Brimstone sat upright, sighing tiredly. She followed the guardians gaze to the edge of the ravine. Her muzzle wrinkled in disgust at the the things that were up there, though even her infrared couldn't quite make them out. "I can tell you as much as I know, which isn't much, but I think Chill here's got a good idea, what with introductions and all. Name's Brimstone. I'm from a little clan down in Ashfall." She shivered, just now realizing how much colder the air was compared to her volcanic homeland.