Land of The Dragons (Open) | Roleplay

@SpiritSpurrs

Accepted. We already have an Observant Human Heart, but I'll make it so that there's two of them cause it's my rp and I can do what I want with the rules lol

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@SpiritSpurrs

Accepted. We already have an Observant Human Heart, but I'll make it so that there's two of them cause it's my rp and I can do what I want with the rules lol

Snowclaw

Lead Stalker
Darkness
Condition: Multiple injuries to the chest, hind legs, and neck. Not fatal unless the injuries are exacerbated.
Feeling: P'd Off. Impatient. Hungry.

||Tags: Everyone||

Snow had to give up her home in the mountains when the humans had outwitted her. Even her control over the darkness could not help her overcome the humans' sheer numbers and cleverness. Not to mention she had... much to her regret... underestimated them. She would not be making that mistake again any time soon.

Dried blood caked over her injuries and stuck to her frost-covered tufts of fur. The ice was melting from her body and she hissed in distaste for the warmer climate of the forest. Although it was only fall, it was still much warmer than the blizzards she'd grown accustomed to living in. The Wildclaw simply radiated a bad temper, even more-so than the other dragons who had just as recently lost their homes and loved ones. Although, Snow didn't have any loved ones to lose. She had been alone and happily so.

Except that if she hadn't been alone, she might have stood a chance. At least, this is what she told herself. And perhaps that is why she remained when that enthusiastic Nocturne started talking. She stared at him with narrowed eyes, listening and judging... She was not one for optimism. But she could tell... she could tell there was more to him, and to the others who stayed, than what met the eye. So when he asked if they could fly, she took a step forward and flapped her wings once, hard enough to lift off the ground and then land again. With a flash of teeth, she gave a soft growl, ready to take to the air or to charge through the woods. Anything to get moving.

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April 16, 2015 16:31:01

Snowclaw

Lead Stalker
Darkness
Condition: Multiple injuries to the chest, hind legs, and neck. Not fatal unless the injuries are exacerbated.
Feeling: P'd Off. Impatient. Hungry.

||Tags: Everyone||

Snow had to give up her home in the mountains when the humans had outwitted her. Even her control over the darkness could not help her overcome the humans' sheer numbers and cleverness. Not to mention she had... much to her regret... underestimated them. She would not be making that mistake again any time soon.

Dried blood caked over her injuries and stuck to her frost-covered tufts of fur. The ice was melting from her body and she hissed in distaste for the warmer climate of the forest. Although it was only fall, it was still much warmer than the blizzards she'd grown accustomed to living in. The Wildclaw simply radiated a bad temper, even more-so than the other dragons who had just as recently lost their homes and loved ones. Although, Snow didn't have any loved ones to lose. She had been alone and happily so.

Except that if she hadn't been alone, she might have stood a chance. At least, this is what she told herself. And perhaps that is why she remained when that enthusiastic Nocturne started talking. She stared at him with narrowed eyes, listening and judging... She was not one for optimism. But she could tell... she could tell there was more to him, and to the others who stayed, than what met the eye. So when he asked if they could fly, she took a step forward and flapped her wings once, hard enough to lift off the ground and then land again. With a flash of teeth, she gave a soft growl, ready to take to the air or to charge through the woods. Anything to get moving.

. Bunny's Art Shop.

Alistair

Alistair kept his eyes locked on the steel Nocturne in an attempt to figure out what this strange male could possibly have running through his mind. Clearly, not many were willing to journey into unknown lands for some remote and possibly nonexistent paradise. It was rather crazy! Why leave the comfort of the more familiar region? Why not attempt to find a safer den outside of the territories nearby and simply settle there until the humans drew nearer? Many of the dragons who remained were young, wounded and perhaps not well equipped for such an expedition. And what if, after all of that traveling, a paradise for dragons remains undiscovered? So many things could go wrong. So...why was Alistair still standing there? Well the answer was simply: he could not bear to live in the lands of his parents' demise. He could not bear to remain close to the monsters who ripped his loved ones from him and painted his white scales with pink and fleshy stripes. Alistair had grown up with his parents always close by. He was hesitant to suddenly live alone in a changing world. In fact, the thought unnerved him. With a group of dragons, his likelihood of dying decreased while his chance of growing stronger increased. Besides, how could things possibly get any worse?

The large Imperial sat back on his haunches and drew his tongue lazily over one of the fresher injuries on his arm, ignoring the string that was felt each time the fleshy organ traced it. When he felt the injury was clean enough, he turned to observe the rest of his body. His legs and shoulders were adorned with a few slashes, his flanks were bruised, his back held a few scratches and a thin cut could be found on his cheek. He had lost a lot of energy. Alistair would have given anything for a cool drink of water, a fresh slab of meat and a nice tree to laze under. But that would have to wait. He could make it a few more miles without such luxuries.

When the strange steel drake finished speaking, the clearing was hushed. No dragon dared to break the silence. Alistair let a hum rumble in his throat. This male appeared lost and his enthusiasm wasn't fooling anyone. The white eastern watched as this dragon of steel conversed with a moody but clearly educated male. When word of a massive cave that could accommodate the gang came about, the steely drake appeared more confident. He turned to the crowd to confirm if everyone present was capable of flying. Alistair grunted in affirmation before allowing his emotionless green eyes to wander over his newly found travelling companions. One thing crossed his mind: This was gonna be one heck of a journey.

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April 16, 2015 16:59:27

Alistair

Alistair kept his eyes locked on the steel Nocturne in an attempt to figure out what this strange male could possibly have running through his mind. Clearly, not many were willing to journey into unknown lands for some remote and possibly nonexistent paradise. It was rather crazy! Why leave the comfort of the more familiar region? Why not attempt to find a safer den outside of the territories nearby and simply settle there until the humans drew nearer? Many of the dragons who remained were young, wounded and perhaps not well equipped for such an expedition. And what if, after all of that traveling, a paradise for dragons remains undiscovered? So many things could go wrong. So...why was Alistair still standing there? Well the answer was simply: he could not bear to live in the lands of his parents' demise. He could not bear to remain close to the monsters who ripped his loved ones from him and painted his white scales with pink and fleshy stripes. Alistair had grown up with his parents always close by. He was hesitant to suddenly live alone in a changing world. In fact, the thought unnerved him. With a group of dragons, his likelihood of dying decreased while his chance of growing stronger increased. Besides, how could things possibly get any worse?

The large Imperial sat back on his haunches and drew his tongue lazily over one of the fresher injuries on his arm, ignoring the string that was felt each time the fleshy organ traced it. When he felt the injury was clean enough, he turned to observe the rest of his body. His legs and shoulders were adorned with a few slashes, his flanks were bruised, his back held a few scratches and a thin cut could be found on his cheek. He had lost a lot of energy. Alistair would have given anything for a cool drink of water, a fresh slab of meat and a nice tree to laze under. But that would have to wait. He could make it a few more miles without such luxuries.

When the strange steel drake finished speaking, the clearing was hushed. No dragon dared to break the silence. Alistair let a hum rumble in his throat. This male appeared lost and his enthusiasm wasn't fooling anyone. The white eastern watched as this dragon of steel conversed with a moody but clearly educated male. When word of a massive cave that could accommodate the gang came about, the steely drake appeared more confident. He turned to the crowd to confirm if everyone present was capable of flying. Alistair grunted in affirmation before allowing his emotionless green eyes to wander over his newly found travelling companions. One thing crossed his mind: This was gonna be one heck of a journey.

Last edited on Apr 23, 2015 15:59:12 by Bluj442

Vestri
||Nickname- None Yet||Dragin||Lead Scout||Element- Nature||

||Currently- Trying to ignore her wounds and pay attention while getting to rest ASAP.||

||Feeling- Anxious, angry, and a little sad||Love Interest- None||

||Condition- Multiple lacerations stemmed with hastily wrapped cloths. Needs attention though not about to admit it.||

||Tags- Everyone||

It had been last night. The humans had at last gathered in numbers and managed to flush the dragons in this part of the world out of their homes. So many had fallen and Vestri found herself deeply saddened to see how few of her kind now stood, beaten and bloody, before the dragon that addressed the crowd.

He was brave this one. To get up in front of the hopeless ad ask them to follow you, let alone to have it work, is no easy feat. However, His speech was inspiring even with how nervous he seemed and Vestri found herself paying attention. The blood from wounds she hadn't been able to clumsily wrap dripped onto the forest floor, staining dirt and leaves. Not wiling to show weakness now, in front of so many of her kin, so Vestri grit her teeth and kept standing.

After he asked if they all could fly there was a long silence. It seemed no one wanted to be the firs volunteer. After an unbearable few minutes a cold voice affirmed him, then a dragon flapped and growled. Vestri sighed and stretched her large feathered wings in preparation to attempt flight and her vision darkened. Hissing as cuts split wider and her muscles stiffened she gave a couple of flaps and nodded, finally speaking out. "I can fly." Her voice was deep and melodic, if a little weak, and carried across the crowd to the front. It wasn't particularly expressive but it did betray her underlying passion to get revenge. She hoped this would spark more dragons to speak out, if only to get them out of there and get her off her feet.

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April 16, 2015 17:10:12

Vestri
||Nickname- None Yet||Dragin||Lead Scout||Element- Nature||

||Currently- Trying to ignore her wounds and pay attention while getting to rest ASAP.||

||Feeling- Anxious, angry, and a little sad||Love Interest- None||

||Condition- Multiple lacerations stemmed with hastily wrapped cloths. Needs attention though not about to admit it.||

||Tags- Everyone||

It had been last night. The humans had at last gathered in numbers and managed to flush the dragons in this part of the world out of their homes. So many had fallen and Vestri found herself deeply saddened to see how few of her kind now stood, beaten and bloody, before the dragon that addressed the crowd.

He was brave this one. To get up in front of the hopeless ad ask them to follow you, let alone to have it work, is no easy feat. However, His speech was inspiring even with how nervous he seemed and Vestri found herself paying attention. The blood from wounds she hadn't been able to clumsily wrap dripped onto the forest floor, staining dirt and leaves. Not wiling to show weakness now, in front of so many of her kin, so Vestri grit her teeth and kept standing.

After he asked if they all could fly there was a long silence. It seemed no one wanted to be the firs volunteer. After an unbearable few minutes a cold voice affirmed him, then a dragon flapped and growled. Vestri sighed and stretched her large feathered wings in preparation to attempt flight and her vision darkened. Hissing as cuts split wider and her muscles stiffened she gave a couple of flaps and nodded, finally speaking out. "I can fly." Her voice was deep and melodic, if a little weak, and carried across the crowd to the front. It wasn't particularly expressive but it did betray her underlying passion to get revenge. She hoped this would spark more dragons to speak out, if only to get them out of there and get her off her feet.

Last edited on Apr 16, 2015 20:35:37 by GentleMatriarch

Europa

||Nickname- Eu||Dragon||Whisperer||Element-Water||

||Currently- trying to find the strength to crawl a little closer, just a little...||

||Feeling- Determined, even through the pain||Love Interest- None||

||Condition- Tired, multiple wounds on most of her body, some rather deep; the most affected area are her wings, where in some places it has been ripped right through. Still bleeding slightly.||

||Tags- Everyone||

For Europa, everywhere and everything simply hurt.

The fae, despite the time that had passed, was still collapsed at the very edge of the clearing, tiny body sprawled out face down onto the dirt and gasping for air. It had been a long flight to this place from the forest glade in which she lived with her father, and it had been an even longer crawl after the adrenaline faded and the wounds that the humans inflicted on her started to take their toll. Especially, she think to herself, my wings. She didn't try to move them, even slightly; she had already indulged in enough foolishness today. But I cannot just stay here, or else...

She knew what happened to fliers with no wings; more than once she had seen how her father hunted sakura owls, grounding them with a few swift claws and watching them stiffen and fall to the ground to lie in a pool of their own pink blood. Much like me. Her crest moved weakly in her equivalent of a grimace, keenly feeling once more the sensation of her own blood drying, mingling with earth to crust over. And soon after that, maybe I will die.

She felt rather peculiar saying that; she wouldn't want to live forever or anything, but she did not yet want to join the shadows of shadows, like the vague shapes she sometimes saw at the corner of her eye. And the clearing, after all, with the fierce-looking dragon who didn't seem to be fierce at all making a speech about going somewhere, was right in front of her. Some of the dragons who had rejected the drake's dreams and hopes had even passed her by, but they had completely ignored her--she had to, it seems, do this on her own.

Slowly, trying to move her wings as little as possible, she dug her tiny claws into the earth in front of her and pulled, inch by inch, crusting her belly with even more loam and leaves and who knows what, until, finally, finally, she broke into the clearing proper, just as the drake had asked who could fly.

It was relatively quiet in the clearing, the gravity of the remnant's choice to follow a stranger setting in; but even then, would her whispering, monotone voice be heard as she struggled to form words? "I cannot," she murmured, trying to pull herself up, even a little.

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April 16, 2015 18:07:34

Europa

||Nickname- Eu||Dragon||Whisperer||Element-Water||

||Currently- trying to find the strength to crawl a little closer, just a little...||

||Feeling- Determined, even through the pain||Love Interest- None||

||Condition- Tired, multiple wounds on most of her body, some rather deep; the most affected area are her wings, where in some places it has been ripped right through. Still bleeding slightly.||

||Tags- Everyone||

For Europa, everywhere and everything simply hurt.

The fae, despite the time that had passed, was still collapsed at the very edge of the clearing, tiny body sprawled out face down onto the dirt and gasping for air. It had been a long flight to this place from the forest glade in which she lived with her father, and it had been an even longer crawl after the adrenaline faded and the wounds that the humans inflicted on her started to take their toll. Especially, she think to herself, my wings. She didn't try to move them, even slightly; she had already indulged in enough foolishness today. But I cannot just stay here, or else...

She knew what happened to fliers with no wings; more than once she had seen how her father hunted sakura owls, grounding them with a few swift claws and watching them stiffen and fall to the ground to lie in a pool of their own pink blood. Much like me. Her crest moved weakly in her equivalent of a grimace, keenly feeling once more the sensation of her own blood drying, mingling with earth to crust over. And soon after that, maybe I will die.

She felt rather peculiar saying that; she wouldn't want to live forever or anything, but she did not yet want to join the shadows of shadows, like the vague shapes she sometimes saw at the corner of her eye. And the clearing, after all, with the fierce-looking dragon who didn't seem to be fierce at all making a speech about going somewhere, was right in front of her. Some of the dragons who had rejected the drake's dreams and hopes had even passed her by, but they had completely ignored her--she had to, it seems, do this on her own.

Slowly, trying to move her wings as little as possible, she dug her tiny claws into the earth in front of her and pulled, inch by inch, crusting her belly with even more loam and leaves and who knows what, until, finally, finally, she broke into the clearing proper, just as the drake had asked who could fly.

It was relatively quiet in the clearing, the gravity of the remnant's choice to follow a stranger setting in; but even then, would her whispering, monotone voice be heard as she struggled to form words? "I cannot," she murmured, trying to pull herself up, even a little.

Last edited on Apr 16, 2015 18:08:21 by Panthalassa

Tropic
||Nickname - none, he insists on Tropic||Drake||Scout||Element - Wind||
||Currently - thinking over the possible outcomes of this potentially suicidal mission||
||Feeling - a bit unsure about this whole thing, but also knowing that there was nowhere he could go back to||Love Interest - N/A||
||Condition - mostly unharmed, except for a huge gash on the right side of his neck that twists all the way down into his vest; it's surrounded by burns as well||
||Tags - Everyone||

Tropic watched the Nocturne finish his speech and awkwardly attempt to communicate with the dragons that remained. Personally, he felt indifferent over the choice of staying with this dragon or just... leaving to live on his own. However, if he stayed, he might at least have a chance of finding a new home. And if he found a new home, he might even be able to look for his sister...
He thought over this a minute, lanterns tinkling against each other, barely audible.

The Nocturne - What was his name again? Ra.. Raza-something? - didn't look or sound very sure about himself, but he did seem to have a fairly good plan laid out, Tropic mused. Besides, what was there left to lose? His family was gone, his wings had already been both broken and fixed years ago, and there was currently a long, twisted scar surrounded by dark burns on his neck. No, there really wasn't anything he could lose - except for his life, which he really didn't care much about at this point.

Mavas
||Nickname - just Mavas||Dragin||Aerial||Element - Ice||
||Currently - waiting for the quest to start; she's already mentally agreed to this||
||Feeling - both impatient and a bit giddy at the possibility that she may find a new home||
||Condition - almost completely unscathed except for a slight tear in her veil and some feathers on her wing missing||
||Tags - everyone||

Mavas waited patiently in a corner of the shelter, her tail curled around her legs and forearms. The shimmering gossamer veil draped over her head, always present, shielded most of her face from outside viewers. She watched as the assembled dragons, some gravely wounded and others unscathed like her, murmured about the speech and whether or not they would decide to go with him. She, herself, was nearly about to burst with impatience, even though he had just finished his speech approximately two minutes ago.

Trying to keep her internal clock from obsessively counting the seconds and minutes until departure, she stood up and decided to try and help the wounded as much as she could. Mavas had at least had the sense to pack a small bag filled with medicinal herbs, plants that served as painkillers, and bandages before she had fled. The said bag was now strapped to her back, hidden between her pale wings.

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April 16, 2015 19:15:32

Tropic
||Nickname - none, he insists on Tropic||Drake||Scout||Element - Wind||
||Currently - thinking over the possible outcomes of this potentially suicidal mission||
||Feeling - a bit unsure about this whole thing, but also knowing that there was nowhere he could go back to||Love Interest - N/A||
||Condition - mostly unharmed, except for a huge gash on the right side of his neck that twists all the way down into his vest; it's surrounded by burns as well||
||Tags - Everyone||

Tropic watched the Nocturne finish his speech and awkwardly attempt to communicate with the dragons that remained. Personally, he felt indifferent over the choice of staying with this dragon or just... leaving to live on his own. However, if he stayed, he might at least have a chance of finding a new home. And if he found a new home, he might even be able to look for his sister...
He thought over this a minute, lanterns tinkling against each other, barely audible.

The Nocturne - What was his name again? Ra.. Raza-something? - didn't look or sound very sure about himself, but he did seem to have a fairly good plan laid out, Tropic mused. Besides, what was there left to lose? His family was gone, his wings had already been both broken and fixed years ago, and there was currently a long, twisted scar surrounded by dark burns on his neck. No, there really wasn't anything he could lose - except for his life, which he really didn't care much about at this point.

Mavas
||Nickname - just Mavas||Dragin||Aerial||Element - Ice||
||Currently - waiting for the quest to start; she's already mentally agreed to this||
||Feeling - both impatient and a bit giddy at the possibility that she may find a new home||
||Condition - almost completely unscathed except for a slight tear in her veil and some feathers on her wing missing||
||Tags - everyone||

Mavas waited patiently in a corner of the shelter, her tail curled around her legs and forearms. The shimmering gossamer veil draped over her head, always present, shielded most of her face from outside viewers. She watched as the assembled dragons, some gravely wounded and others unscathed like her, murmured about the speech and whether or not they would decide to go with him. She, herself, was nearly about to burst with impatience, even though he had just finished his speech approximately two minutes ago.

Trying to keep her internal clock from obsessively counting the seconds and minutes until departure, she stood up and decided to try and help the wounded as much as she could. Mavas had at least had the sense to pack a small bag filled with medicinal herbs, plants that served as painkillers, and bandages before she had fled. The said bag was now strapped to her back, hidden between her pale wings.

Last edited on Apr 16, 2015 19:16:10 by yiinji

Valor

||Nickname- None||Dragoness||Second Scale||Element-Darkness||

||Currently- waiting, watching||

||Feeling- bitter, irritated||Love Interest- None||

||Condition- Far better off than most; tired||

||Tags- Everyone||

Valor stood alone. Her clan was gone, destroyed by human hands, as were many others. Even her familiar, Krixikak, hadn’t made it; she cradled the raven’s body in her massive paws as Razaperon gave his speech, gazing sightlessly down upon it. He’d tried so hard to guide her back to her clan-sister’s fledglings, tried so hard to guide her through the massive graves and fighting forms. She, in turn, had fought desperately to save what was left of their family. Ultimately, they both had failed. He’d fallen during their flight in the final strike, struck down from the toxic smoke the humans had released into the air. It had taken hours for him to die, and Valor had been able to do nothing but watch.

Everything was gone.

She was not the only one who took shelter among the trees, though she paid them no outward heed. She stood as Razaperon finished speaking to the blue drake, stretching out one great paw to dig a small grave for her companion. She patted the earth down firmly; she did not believe in much beyond the world and therefore had no final word to offer him, and she did not linger but moved forward with great intent.

She was a massive beast, well over 15 meters high with wings so long they could have shielded the sun from view, and yet she moved with great purpose and ease; she had suffered minimal wounds in the final fight and for that she was grateful. It looked as if there were those who would need her strength.

After pausing to look at the assembled few, the dragon finally turned to Razaperon and spoke. “You may very well prove a fool,” she told the smaller male, her yellow eyes narrowed in a contemplating stare. “But if there is one thing that I have learned through this war, it is that it is best to stay together.” If only the clans had learned that lesson earlier. “I will follow you.” Then she turned, great neck arching to the side as she looked upon those would remained. It was not lost upon her, those who had called out their inability to move forward. “Those who cannot fly shall be carried,” she said, large voice carrying easily through their small clearing. “And those who can fly should move in pairs. If any weaken, aid them. All here that remain have made their choice, and they should act accordingly. We are a clan now. Behave as such.” Then she looked again to Razaperon. “I can carry several of our smaller kin. We must fly hard if we are to escape these woods, should the drake speak truly.”

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April 16, 2015 19:19:21

Valor

||Nickname- None||Dragoness||Second Scale||Element-Darkness||

||Currently- waiting, watching||

||Feeling- bitter, irritated||Love Interest- None||

||Condition- Far better off than most; tired||

||Tags- Everyone||

Valor stood alone. Her clan was gone, destroyed by human hands, as were many others. Even her familiar, Krixikak, hadn’t made it; she cradled the raven’s body in her massive paws as Razaperon gave his speech, gazing sightlessly down upon it. He’d tried so hard to guide her back to her clan-sister’s fledglings, tried so hard to guide her through the massive graves and fighting forms. She, in turn, had fought desperately to save what was left of their family. Ultimately, they both had failed. He’d fallen during their flight in the final strike, struck down from the toxic smoke the humans had released into the air. It had taken hours for him to die, and Valor had been able to do nothing but watch.

Everything was gone.

She was not the only one who took shelter among the trees, though she paid them no outward heed. She stood as Razaperon finished speaking to the blue drake, stretching out one great paw to dig a small grave for her companion. She patted the earth down firmly; she did not believe in much beyond the world and therefore had no final word to offer him, and she did not linger but moved forward with great intent.

She was a massive beast, well over 15 meters high with wings so long they could have shielded the sun from view, and yet she moved with great purpose and ease; she had suffered minimal wounds in the final fight and for that she was grateful. It looked as if there were those who would need her strength.

After pausing to look at the assembled few, the dragon finally turned to Razaperon and spoke. “You may very well prove a fool,” she told the smaller male, her yellow eyes narrowed in a contemplating stare. “But if there is one thing that I have learned through this war, it is that it is best to stay together.” If only the clans had learned that lesson earlier. “I will follow you.” Then she turned, great neck arching to the side as she looked upon those would remained. It was not lost upon her, those who had called out their inability to move forward. “Those who cannot fly shall be carried,” she said, large voice carrying easily through their small clearing. “And those who can fly should move in pairs. If any weaken, aid them. All here that remain have made their choice, and they should act accordingly. We are a clan now. Behave as such.” Then she looked again to Razaperon. “I can carry several of our smaller kin. We must fly hard if we are to escape these woods, should the drake speak truly.”

Last edited on Apr 16, 2015 19:20:59 by voidandstarlight

Camille (OOC: darn it, she grew uuup and she's not that adorable anymore!)
||Nickname - Cami||Dragin||Apprentice Healer||Element - Wind||
||Currently - wondering who are all these dragons||
||Feeling - very confused||Love Interest - N/A||
||Condition - is severely burned on the right side of her face and neck||
||Tags - Everyone||

Camille stared at the gathered dragons. Everyone was bigger than her, but that wasn't much of a surprise - everyone seemed to be bigger than her these days. There simply weren't any hatchlings around anymore. She glanced around, and found that Runus was still nearby. She took a few steps in his direction, and the movement made her neck burn. She bit back a yelp of pain and grabbed the older dragon's leg, at least something familiar, and quietly listened to him speaking, and looked at all the other dragons.

So very big. And all wounded, they all looked like her, they had some blood and zones of... sick skin. She suddenly felt more pain, and her neck burned even more.

"Ru, it hurts" she whined, the words making her face feel like it had been thrown in a bonfire. Runus stopped speaking to stare at her and nuzzle her again. Camille closed her eyes, took a breath and went back to staring at all the other dragons. She hoped everything would be alright.

Runus
||Nickname - Ru according to Camille, but he refuses to be called that||Drake||Scout||Element - Wind||
||Currently - hoping he's making the right choice||
||Feeling - rather nervous, but confident in his choice||
||Condition - almost completely unscathed except for a few scratches all over his body and a broken leg||
||Tags - everyone||

Runus bit his lip and scratched the ground with his talons. He had hoped he wouldn't have to rely on anyone, but he had to admit that the Nocturne had a point, and a pretty good one at that. If he continued to stick to himself, he would probably be caught soon, or they would run out of prey. He could get wounded, and while that wasn't really a problem, Camille couldn't survive on her own, not without someone to help her. He bent down to nuzzle the hatchling who was clinging to one of his kind legs, and silently promised himself that he would do anything to protect her.
"I can fly, and can keep her with me" he said, motioning to Camille.

"So, where are we going now? Do you have directions?" he asked. Suddenly this plan was starting to seem less perfect. "Hunting zones? Resources for healing?"

"Ru, it hurts." Camille complained, and Runus' heart clenched.

No, he couldn't leave now. Even if they had none, it was not like he knew any hunting zones or resources himself, and the numbers could bring strength. There were many dragons who could help them in case Camille's burns got worse, or who could feed her when Runus couldn't do so himself.

He would protect this cub. Even if he didn't care about himself, even if he thought he had nothing to lose, he would protect this cub at all costs. He had already messed up, and the burns in her scales were there to remind him of his mishap. He would definitely protect her, definitely. Oh, whatever gods were out there, let them help him.

(OOC: can we have some sort of guide about religion in this world?)

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Camille (OOC: darn it, she grew uuup and she's not that adorable anymore!)
||Nickname - Cami||Dragin||Apprentice Healer||Element - Wind||
||Currently - wondering who are all these dragons||
||Feeling - very confused||Love Interest - N/A||
||Condition - is severely burned on the right side of her face and neck||
||Tags - Everyone||

Camille stared at the gathered dragons. Everyone was bigger than her, but that wasn't much of a surprise - everyone seemed to be bigger than her these days. There simply weren't any hatchlings around anymore. She glanced around, and found that Runus was still nearby. She took a few steps in his direction, and the movement made her neck burn. She bit back a yelp of pain and grabbed the older dragon's leg, at least something familiar, and quietly listened to him speaking, and looked at all the other dragons.

So very big. And all wounded, they all looked like her, they had some blood and zones of... sick skin. She suddenly felt more pain, and her neck burned even more.

"Ru, it hurts" she whined, the words making her face feel like it had been thrown in a bonfire. Runus stopped speaking to stare at her and nuzzle her again. Camille closed her eyes, took a breath and went back to staring at all the other dragons. She hoped everything would be alright.

Runus
||Nickname - Ru according to Camille, but he refuses to be called that||Drake||Scout||Element - Wind||
||Currently - hoping he's making the right choice||
||Feeling - rather nervous, but confident in his choice||
||Condition - almost completely unscathed except for a few scratches all over his body and a broken leg||
||Tags - everyone||

Runus bit his lip and scratched the ground with his talons. He had hoped he wouldn't have to rely on anyone, but he had to admit that the Nocturne had a point, and a pretty good one at that. If he continued to stick to himself, he would probably be caught soon, or they would run out of prey. He could get wounded, and while that wasn't really a problem, Camille couldn't survive on her own, not without someone to help her. He bent down to nuzzle the hatchling who was clinging to one of his kind legs, and silently promised himself that he would do anything to protect her.
"I can fly, and can keep her with me" he said, motioning to Camille.

"So, where are we going now? Do you have directions?" he asked. Suddenly this plan was starting to seem less perfect. "Hunting zones? Resources for healing?"

"Ru, it hurts." Camille complained, and Runus' heart clenched.

No, he couldn't leave now. Even if they had none, it was not like he knew any hunting zones or resources himself, and the numbers could bring strength. There were many dragons who could help them in case Camille's burns got worse, or who could feed her when Runus couldn't do so himself.

He would protect this cub. Even if he didn't care about himself, even if he thought he had nothing to lose, he would protect this cub at all costs. He had already messed up, and the burns in her scales were there to remind him of his mishap. He would definitely protect her, definitely. Oh, whatever gods were out there, let them help him.

(OOC: can we have some sort of guide about religion in this world?)

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Mahou
| Gender~ Drake | Class~ Aerial | Element~ Magic |
| Currently~ Waiting to leave | Feeling~ Very unsettled | Loves~ No one |
| Condition~ Large cut on his wings, bleeding. The injury is not fatal. |
| Tags~ Everyone |

All he could feel was pain. The injured wing hurt. Why had the humans done this? He couldn't understand. Then, a more frightening thought came to his mind... How would he fly now? He didn't know.

He had listened to the optimistic dragon speak, but he was unsure of if he would join the group of dragons find a new home. Could he survive by himself? The realization that he might not be able to hurt his pride. The cut on his wing limited him. Oh, and the humans... What if they went after him?

He couldn't pretend that he had a chance alone.

The more that Mahou thought about it, the more logical the choice to join the group of dragons was. He would be protected, and maybe make a few friends. Everything he had here was lost. Maybe there'd be a chance to start over again. Maybe there would be a chance to survive.

~~OOC: Sorry this is so short, I haven't had much time lately oops >_<~~

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Mahou
| Gender~ Drake | Class~ Aerial | Element~ Magic |
| Currently~ Waiting to leave | Feeling~ Very unsettled | Loves~ No one |
| Condition~ Large cut on his wings, bleeding. The injury is not fatal. |
| Tags~ Everyone |

All he could feel was pain. The injured wing hurt. Why had the humans done this? He couldn't understand. Then, a more frightening thought came to his mind... How would he fly now? He didn't know.

He had listened to the optimistic dragon speak, but he was unsure of if he would join the group of dragons find a new home. Could he survive by himself? The realization that he might not be able to hurt his pride. The cut on his wing limited him. Oh, and the humans... What if they went after him?

He couldn't pretend that he had a chance alone.

The more that Mahou thought about it, the more logical the choice to join the group of dragons was. He would be protected, and maybe make a few friends. Everything he had here was lost. Maybe there'd be a chance to start over again. Maybe there would be a chance to survive.

~~OOC: Sorry this is so short, I haven't had much time lately oops >_<~~

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Nickname: Shady
Aerial-Water Element
Condition:Could be worse, Torn wing, 2 bleeding gashes across back, tired
Current Mood: Slightly scared and disorientated, excited.
Motives: Wanting to leave for a new home.
*Note: Can fly, but not for a long distance/duration.

Shaden was glad that he had escaped, his mind ran free, bringing back the images burned into his memory. He, like many others, chose to flee, armed with only his wings and talons. Shaden silently wondered what had truly happened last night, chaotic noises, flashes of flame, and a burning pain on his wing and back were the only details he could remember. I should have stayed and fought...but then what would have become of me? Just another dragon futilely defending its domain.

As he listened to the Nocturne, the words somehow soothed his mind, but it wouldn't soothe his heart. As Shaden thought about his previous life, he realized he was alone. Truly alone. Despite the fact that there were other dragons within a few feet, he felt he was falling down an abyss with nothing to support him. Our clan, our homes, our friends. Shattered, destroyed, dead.

As the dragon in front of him spoke 'I.. I can fly, b..but I won't be able to fly for long.' He too voiced his thoughts, it came out barely more than a whisper 'I...I will follow you as well.' It seemed more to reassure himself. He lay on the ground, wondering if he made the right choice.

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Sha

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Nickname: Shady
Aerial-Water Element
Condition:Could be worse, Torn wing, 2 bleeding gashes across back, tired
Current Mood: Slightly scared and disorientated, excited.
Motives: Wanting to leave for a new home.
*Note: Can fly, but not for a long distance/duration.

Shaden was glad that he had escaped, his mind ran free, bringing back the images burned into his memory. He, like many others, chose to flee, armed with only his wings and talons. Shaden silently wondered what had truly happened last night, chaotic noises, flashes of flame, and a burning pain on his wing and back were the only details he could remember. I should have stayed and fought...but then what would have become of me? Just another dragon futilely defending its domain.

As he listened to the Nocturne, the words somehow soothed his mind, but it wouldn't soothe his heart. As Shaden thought about his previous life, he realized he was alone. Truly alone. Despite the fact that there were other dragons within a few feet, he felt he was falling down an abyss with nothing to support him. Our clan, our homes, our friends. Shattered, destroyed, dead.

As the dragon in front of him spoke 'I.. I can fly, b..but I won't be able to fly for long.' He too voiced his thoughts, it came out barely more than a whisper 'I...I will follow you as well.' It seemed more to reassure himself. He lay on the ground, wondering if he made the right choice.

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