Roleplay

@LeviathanScream @BlackJay @queenofembers @Axanthic @Dunno

Janto dropped to the ground, water drenching his thick fur coat. A metallic taste filled his mouth as he stumbled forwards, the strange land washed over him, it's greens almost too bright after his life in the desolate wasteland that is the Shifting Expanse. The Viridian Labyrinth fell to his left and Dragonhome towered to his right. Nobody ever came here... It was always empty. He fell to the ground in a small patch of faint sunlight, the world drifted off around him into a blurry mess. Just as his eyes were closing he heard noise, talking. Dragons were around. Slowly the tundra lumbered over to the voices, he saw a couple dragons ahead, a skydancer seemed to be the leader, a fae, spiral, and wildclaw stood around her, at least that is what he could see. Janto took another tentative step forwards, before plummeting down a sudden ledge, landing in front of the group with a loud thud.

@queenofembers @blackjay @axanthic @dunno @kersom

Though she didn't catch the other Fae's gaze, she crossed her small arms and leaned against a tree. That was when Maze piped up, with a remark that made Skarrle's eyes twitch. What did she just say? With a slightly challenging voice, she answered that.

"Heh. Luxury, eh? I don't need luxury; I fight battles and survive burning in lava," she countered, smirking. Her scars tore at her skin, as painful as it'll ever be. Being a scar and all. She ignored it, her eyes flashing. She fought worse battles, experienced worse pain. And she made it this far with her survival skills.

Skar was cut off from her thoughts when a soaking wet Tundra fell in the clearing. She smiled slyly, her fangs glinting from the sun. Was this this group's plan? To invite clumsy waddling messes into their group? No way. This is pathetic. "So, where's your mother? You lost or something, Tundra?" Skarrle wasn't impressed by his first impression.

Wait, now that she thought about it, she never agreed to join anything. Not a group, at best.

Then came a Wildclaw, with a powerful-looking appearance. Skar guessed that she looked worse than that Wildclaw. Oh well. The more scars, the tougher someone looked. Fact.

She cast her gaze away from the dragons, a bit irritated by the constant noise. If you could keep it down, maybe an Imperial won't fly down and slaughter us all? she thought, wanting to say it out loud so badly. Knowing that she couldn't, the Fae looked past her bone crown and into the shadows that hid her earlier. Avoiding talking.

@queenofembers @blackjay @axanthic @dunno @kersom @axanthic

Skarrle scowled upon hearing more negative words. But this time, surprisingly, it was from Circe. Out of all the others? "You're the one babbling now," she muttered to herself, as quiet as can be. She wasn't scared of the Skydancer, but she knew her small size wouldn't compare to the other. Right now, she didn't feel like arguing. Much.

As she waited for the others to respond, she sat down, tracing lines in the dirt below the lush green grass. Skar held back a sigh of slight envy, since all she could find in her homeland was the ashes of death. However, she liked it better than this too-peaceful-to-be-impressive land.

@blackjay ((not pinging the others because they probably have enough pings for now xD))

Thoughts interrupted again, Skarrle lifted her head, her scowl lifting only by a bit. She felt the urge to be at least a little kinder to other Faes, just for the sake of it. But it was hard, and she couldn't stop looking at Eirianell, studying him. His shyness was easy to manipulate by other dragons, but she just passed the terrible idea away. They were in the same team, correct?

"Um?" she mocked him with a blank voice, with no gratitude, but also no hostility. "If it does?" Skar caught sight of his blazing blue eyes. If he's part of the Lightning Flight, why is he not the kind I was expecting from such a flight? she thought, her red eyes glowing a bit. No matter. He'd make a great—

"Wait—you can't fight?"