Roleplay

Alistair

After traveling for some time, Alistair felt the Mirror in his grasp begin to fidget. Realizing he must be waking up, Alistair evened his flying out and adjusted his grip. As the previously fainted male opened his four eyes, the large Imperial looked down at the stranger. Immediately, the Mirror began struggling in his paws which caused Alistair to somewhat tighten his hold as to prevent the drake from falling from his grip, causing pain to seep into his shoulder wounds. The white and grey male waited until the pale blue dragon calmed and ceased his wriggling. Upon the awkward greeting escaping the male, whom he now knew as Shaden, Alistair realized he had to formally introduce himself as well. Though he didn't much enjoy speaking, there were some times when he had to.
Clearing his throat, Alistair let his monotonous and somewhat deep voice out. "You're welcome. I'm Alistair." he stated simply. The large Imperial realized that Shaden was prepping to fly and so he loosened his grip so that he may leap. However, he had his concerns over whether this drake could handle flying after just awakening.
At this time, he also felt the gaze of another on him. Glancing around for a moment, Alistair noticed another in a similar predicament as he; carrying a damaged dragon. It was a rugged looking white wildclaw with a fae wrapped around her arm. He blinked at them and gazed only a second longer before turning his attention back to his own passenger.

Alistair

Alistair waited as the Mirror in his grasp decided upon whether he should leap or remain set in the paws of the Imperial. Alistair took into account that Shaden was spending some time observing the white Wildclaw and the Fae and assumed the pair of them had caused some interest to spark in the pale blue male. He also came to the conclusion that the pair had somewhat affected the judgement of Shaden because, not a moment later, the smaller dragon had leaped from Alistair's grasp and taken wing once more. The Imperial male kept his green eyes upon the previously fainted dragon in case things took a turn for the worst and he plummeted once more.
Shaden lifted himself upwards in the air and Alistair noticed tears streaming down the muzzle of his former passenger. The white male was immediately reminded of the plight that had befallen each and every dragon on this journey.

Everything had been so perfect. Alistair could still remember his old home, could still smell the fresh grass of the fields and still hear the chirps of birds outside of his family den in their small valley. Alistair had grown up in a family group that consisted of only him and his parents; a relatively rare occurrence seeing as many dragons seemed to prefer larger packs. He remembered his beautiful mother and the way her pale scales shown in the sun. He remembered his monotonous and well-muscled father and the training he had received. It is because of those teachings that the white Imperial possesses the strength he has. Together, they worked to keep their land protected from the curiosity and ambition of intruding dragons. Alistair had been convinced that he had needed nobody else but his parents and therefore associated with only them for most of his life.

And then they came.

The disgusting beings who dared to invade the dragons' homeland and rip their lives to pieces. They had apparently changed their puny minds and rewired themselves as enemies to the mighty flying creatures after years upon years of peaceful living. They flooded about, tearing families and friends away from each other and saw to plaguing the earth with their authority. They killed mercilessly...murdering every dragon they laid their eyes on...and Alistair's parents had been no exception. The sorrowful event had stamped itself in Alistair's memory. Which was why the large Imperial felt rage course through him when he spotted it.
The mighty female guardian called Valor, who had established herself as a second leader of the clan, had called to them to fly onward as she descended to survey the area. When she soared above the canopies once more, the drake was stunned to find a human in her grasp. Now, Alistair was known for not showing much emotion, but anger was one feeling that he was perfectly fine with displaying for the world to see. This was one time when he would gladly express it.
The large male's lips turned downward in a snarl and his brows furrowed. The tufts of fur along his neck and back stood on end and he allowed a low, guttural growl to emit from his throat. His green eyes locked upon the weakened creature and, one could imagine, if looks could kill then that human would be nothing but dust. Alistair was unable to protect his family and could still hear their screams of pain. After that, the large drake had promised to destroy each human he came across. He wished nothing more than to grab that pitiful being's skull and crush it in his paws, slash the disgusting corpse to bits or watch it fall to the unforgiving ground.
Alistair's eyes flickered from the human to Valor, motioning to the horrible creature in her arms as if to ask what could have possibly possessed her to carry it.

Shaden

Snowclaw