The room was drenched in silence, the only sounds being the clicking of metal and the sounds of pen against paper. A snow-colored wildclaw sat in her old brick room, the walls only illuminated by the flickering flames of candles. Candles and lanterns were stood up on her messy desk. Snowclimber held the feather pen in her talons, dipping it in ink once more as she quickly wrote down the events. She had known that the kingdoms were at war and was in a hurry to finally write about it. She mumbled to herself, looking down at her bandaged foot- as of now, she was in no shape to properly fight. Although she desired to be out on the battlefield in the heat of war with many other loyal dragons, her racing energy would have to wait.
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TOPIC | For My Father,For My Throne(Private)
The room was drenched in silence, the only sounds being the clicking of metal and the sounds of pen against paper. A snow-colored wildclaw sat in her old brick room, the walls only illuminated by the flickering flames of candles. Candles and lanterns were stood up on her messy desk. Snowclimber held the feather pen in her talons, dipping it in ink once more as she quickly wrote down the events. She had known that the kingdoms were at war and was in a hurry to finally write about it. She mumbled to herself, looking down at her bandaged foot- as of now, she was in no shape to properly fight. Although she desired to be out on the battlefield in the heat of war with many other loyal dragons, her racing energy would have to wait.
Maducaluna's dark orange wings batted the embers that had swathed the city during the attack- it had been many hours since the emperor's death by now, sadly far too late since the news had reached the guardian's ears. Maducaluna's chest heaved from the long flight, her throat bobbing as she watched the streets, alert to the DaCu forces that may be upon them. "Tyr!" Her deep voice rumbled, louder than ever but it was barely audible over the dimming sounds of combat. A tall pillar from a pillaged building toppled nearby, nearly flattening the general's massive wing. She folded them in only briefly, making sure to use them to shield the heir from the prying eyes of those who would surely wish him dead. "Tyr, get up!" The Imperial was nearly as large as herself, massive as she was. She eyed the darkened sky fearfully, a low growl rising with each of her labored breaths.
Maducaluna's dark orange wings batted the embers that had swathed the city during the attack- it had been many hours since the emperor's death by now, sadly far too late since the news had reached the guardian's ears. Maducaluna's chest heaved from the long flight, her throat bobbing as she watched the streets, alert to the DaCu forces that may be upon them. "Tyr!" Her deep voice rumbled, louder than ever but it was barely audible over the dimming sounds of combat. A tall pillar from a pillaged building toppled nearby, nearly flattening the general's massive wing. She folded them in only briefly, making sure to use them to shield the heir from the prying eyes of those who would surely wish him dead. "Tyr, get up!" The Imperial was nearly as large as herself, massive as she was. She eyed the darkened sky fearfully, a low growl rising with each of her labored breaths.
You're a clever one, aren't you?
Fain was enjoying himself greatly. He was getting paid and didn't have to lift a claw. He sat atop one of the auto evacuated homes not far from the beautiful chaos. Taking part in such a high crime, Fain only agreed to be backup. He wasn't informed if there where other backups. Possibly to prevent a fight if two rivals met. Fain wouldn't care, however, he quickly grew impatient. If someone messes up. He could be blamed for not actually doing anything but he was yet to be signaled to move. Through his thoughts, Fain wasn't aware how visible he was in his set position.
Fain was enjoying himself greatly. He was getting paid and didn't have to lift a claw. He sat atop one of the auto evacuated homes not far from the beautiful chaos. Taking part in such a high crime, Fain only agreed to be backup. He wasn't informed if there where other backups. Possibly to prevent a fight if two rivals met. Fain wouldn't care, however, he quickly grew impatient. If someone messes up. He could be blamed for not actually doing anything but he was yet to be signaled to move. Through his thoughts, Fain wasn't aware how visible he was in his set position.
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Tyr could hear the pounding voice of someone near him, his body ached from the flames that had been bathed upon his back from the funnel of flames that raced through the alleyway he had crossed through. "M-mother...?" He rasps, his voice just hardly a whisper from the dry air and smoke within his lungs. Blinking his swaying vision a few times before they narrowed slightly at the blurry blob of Maducaluna. "Ma...Madu?" he questions, raising his head up slightly as he gathered his shaking limbs under him; drawing to his feet. "What are you doing here?"
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A lone screech of a raven ripped through the crackling air above Fain's head, the black bird of doom and death's calling; landing neatly before him with it's leg out for him to retrieve the message. Upon reading it, he found new orders; to kill anyone who'd lay claim to the Odgen throne. Reports said their was an heir as a servant spilled the secret of a b@stard child, however killed himself before they could solve whom.
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A lone screech of a raven ripped through the crackling air above Fain's head, the black bird of doom and death's calling; landing neatly before him with it's leg out for him to retrieve the message. Upon reading it, he found new orders; to kill anyone who'd lay claim to the Odgen throne. Reports said their was an heir as a servant spilled the secret of a b@stard child, however killed himself before they could solve whom.
Tyr could hear the pounding voice of someone near him, his body ached from the flames that had been bathed upon his back from the funnel of flames that raced through the alleyway he had crossed through. "M-mother...?" He rasps, his voice just hardly a whisper from the dry air and smoke within his lungs. Blinking his swaying vision a few times before they narrowed slightly at the blurry blob of Maducaluna. "Ma...Madu?" he questions, raising his head up slightly as he gathered his shaking limbs under him; drawing to his feet. "What are you doing here?"
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A lone screech of a raven ripped through the crackling air above Fain's head, the black bird of doom and death's calling; landing neatly before him with it's leg out for him to retrieve the message. Upon reading it, he found new orders; to kill anyone who'd lay claim to the Odgen throne. Reports said their was an heir as a servant spilled the secret of a b@stard child, however killed himself before they could solve whom.
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A lone screech of a raven ripped through the crackling air above Fain's head, the black bird of doom and death's calling; landing neatly before him with it's leg out for him to retrieve the message. Upon reading it, he found new orders; to kill anyone who'd lay claim to the Odgen throne. Reports said their was an heir as a servant spilled the secret of a b@stard child, however killed himself before they could solve whom.
Thylus's claws clicked against the stone desk, high in his study. He had locked and barricaded the door several times over, his teeth clattering. He wrapped himself in his wings and watched the attack. He was restless, his tail twitching from side to side as he waited for the calm to settle over the city again. He wondered if the city would become a DaCu colony, and what his fate would be. Thylus was beginning to feel as though his actions were more and more of gamble and he was riddled with paranoia. Looking out onto the streets, he wandered how far the "heir" (he scoffed at himself- as if he could call him that) had fled. But then, he had nothing to fear- he had done his part, the DaCu would reward him, and yet...
yet...
He tapped a quill in an inkwell and flattened a piece of parchment. Nothing some poetry wouldn't fix. Yes poetry... He began to write.
yet...
He tapped a quill in an inkwell and flattened a piece of parchment. Nothing some poetry wouldn't fix. Yes poetry... He began to write.
Thylus's claws clicked against the stone desk, high in his study. He had locked and barricaded the door several times over, his teeth clattering. He wrapped himself in his wings and watched the attack. He was restless, his tail twitching from side to side as he waited for the calm to settle over the city again. He wondered if the city would become a DaCu colony, and what his fate would be. Thylus was beginning to feel as though his actions were more and more of gamble and he was riddled with paranoia. Looking out onto the streets, he wandered how far the "heir" (he scoffed at himself- as if he could call him that) had fled. But then, he had nothing to fear- he had done his part, the DaCu would reward him, and yet...
yet...
He tapped a quill in an inkwell and flattened a piece of parchment. Nothing some poetry wouldn't fix. Yes poetry... He began to write.
yet...
He tapped a quill in an inkwell and flattened a piece of parchment. Nothing some poetry wouldn't fix. Yes poetry... He began to write.
You're a clever one, aren't you?
Collecting the vegetables Orla looked at sky for a moment. She was making sure no dragon was circling over head. Not seeing anyone she went back to harvesting. After a while Orla placed her basket back on the table and looked under it. Looking at brown bags labeled with different vegetables she took seeds from the carrot, peas, and cabbage bags. The Tundra went back to the rows and planted the seeds. She hummed a tune as she worked.
Collecting the vegetables Orla looked at sky for a moment. She was making sure no dragon was circling over head. Not seeing anyone she went back to harvesting. After a while Orla placed her basket back on the table and looked under it. Looking at brown bags labeled with different vegetables she took seeds from the carrot, peas, and cabbage bags. The Tundra went back to the rows and planted the seeds. She hummed a tune as she worked.
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"A royal courier brought me the news from the field." Her words were rushed and hot. She paused a moment, again surveying her surroundings carefully. She then turned back to the half-royal dragon. "You can't stay here, they'll likely be looking for you." Her wings blended in well with their charred surroundings. "Can you fly, Tyr?" She asked, using her decorated head to try and ease the Imperial to his feet.
"A royal courier brought me the news from the field." Her words were rushed and hot. She paused a moment, again surveying her surroundings carefully. She then turned back to the half-royal dragon. "You can't stay here, they'll likely be looking for you." Her wings blended in well with their charred surroundings. "Can you fly, Tyr?" She asked, using her decorated head to try and ease the Imperial to his feet.
You're a clever one, aren't you?
Ezreal flew through the battlefield, using his small size to his advantage as he ducked and weaved. Everything had fallen apart and he didn't know how or why, just that he had to do something to help. He ducked away from the main battle and went to find anyone that needed help throughout the war torn city. Spying two Imperials, he ducked down and landed in front of them, dipping his head in greeting, before scanning the sky line. "General!" he greeted once he could make out her hulking shape.
Ezreal flew through the battlefield, using his small size to his advantage as he ducked and weaved. Everything had fallen apart and he didn't know how or why, just that he had to do something to help. He ducked away from the main battle and went to find anyone that needed help throughout the war torn city. Spying two Imperials, he ducked down and landed in front of them, dipping his head in greeting, before scanning the sky line. "General!" he greeted once he could make out her hulking shape.
Wraith, the Northern Forager:
I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. The frightened Tundra thought to himself as he galloped clumsily through the streets of the panicked city, the stone hard and unfamiliar under his paws. Of course, this day, of all the godforsaken days, he chose to go into the city to sell the herbs and plants he had collected from his journeys to the local medicinal shops and healers. Wraith always had the notion that he had horrible timing and a less than stellar intuition, and today he felt solid in this belief. He cursed inwardly as a large stone crumbled and narrowly missed his hindquarter, and his chest heaved with a mixture of panic and exhaustion.
He skidded to a halt as he saw the crumpled figure of what could only be the son of the Emperor himself. Another dragon was huddled at his side. Seeing as the street had almost completely emptied of panicked residents, Wraith knew the Imperial would be dead lying there like the sitting duck he was. "Tyr, son of the Emperor, you mustn't stay in the open like this. I have herbs and medicinal brews in my bag to aide you, but they are rudimentary and won't get you far."
He nuzzled into his worn, burlap messenger bag and pulled a tightly woven bundle of herbs out. "Please, it is all I have, but take it." The wide eyed forager insisted.
I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. The frightened Tundra thought to himself as he galloped clumsily through the streets of the panicked city, the stone hard and unfamiliar under his paws. Of course, this day, of all the godforsaken days, he chose to go into the city to sell the herbs and plants he had collected from his journeys to the local medicinal shops and healers. Wraith always had the notion that he had horrible timing and a less than stellar intuition, and today he felt solid in this belief. He cursed inwardly as a large stone crumbled and narrowly missed his hindquarter, and his chest heaved with a mixture of panic and exhaustion.
He skidded to a halt as he saw the crumpled figure of what could only be the son of the Emperor himself. Another dragon was huddled at his side. Seeing as the street had almost completely emptied of panicked residents, Wraith knew the Imperial would be dead lying there like the sitting duck he was. "Tyr, son of the Emperor, you mustn't stay in the open like this. I have herbs and medicinal brews in my bag to aide you, but they are rudimentary and won't get you far."
He nuzzled into his worn, burlap messenger bag and pulled a tightly woven bundle of herbs out. "Please, it is all I have, but take it." The wide eyed forager insisted.
Wraith, the Northern Forager:
I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. The frightened Tundra thought to himself as he galloped clumsily through the streets of the panicked city, the stone hard and unfamiliar under his paws. Of course, this day, of all the godforsaken days, he chose to go into the city to sell the herbs and plants he had collected from his journeys to the local medicinal shops and healers. Wraith always had the notion that he had horrible timing and a less than stellar intuition, and today he felt solid in this belief. He cursed inwardly as a large stone crumbled and narrowly missed his hindquarter, and his chest heaved with a mixture of panic and exhaustion.
He skidded to a halt as he saw the crumpled figure of what could only be the son of the Emperor himself. Another dragon was huddled at his side. Seeing as the street had almost completely emptied of panicked residents, Wraith knew the Imperial would be dead lying there like the sitting duck he was. "Tyr, son of the Emperor, you mustn't stay in the open like this. I have herbs and medicinal brews in my bag to aide you, but they are rudimentary and won't get you far."
He nuzzled into his worn, burlap messenger bag and pulled a tightly woven bundle of herbs out. "Please, it is all I have, but take it." The wide eyed forager insisted.
I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. The frightened Tundra thought to himself as he galloped clumsily through the streets of the panicked city, the stone hard and unfamiliar under his paws. Of course, this day, of all the godforsaken days, he chose to go into the city to sell the herbs and plants he had collected from his journeys to the local medicinal shops and healers. Wraith always had the notion that he had horrible timing and a less than stellar intuition, and today he felt solid in this belief. He cursed inwardly as a large stone crumbled and narrowly missed his hindquarter, and his chest heaved with a mixture of panic and exhaustion.
He skidded to a halt as he saw the crumpled figure of what could only be the son of the Emperor himself. Another dragon was huddled at his side. Seeing as the street had almost completely emptied of panicked residents, Wraith knew the Imperial would be dead lying there like the sitting duck he was. "Tyr, son of the Emperor, you mustn't stay in the open like this. I have herbs and medicinal brews in my bag to aide you, but they are rudimentary and won't get you far."
He nuzzled into his worn, burlap messenger bag and pulled a tightly woven bundle of herbs out. "Please, it is all I have, but take it." The wide eyed forager insisted.
Something was very wrong.
Canis didn't know what, exactly, but some conflict pierced the quiet night like a spear. Her Longneck hunter, Vitae, clasped her hoofed paws and glanced at Canis' worried face. For now she would wait. Screams and shouts littered the air, filling the silence with a eerie rhythm. She looked to the skies and spread her shimmering wings. Vitae let out a soft grumble, tapping the ground idly. She wanted to help. Was it cowardice that froze her?
Did it matter?
She took off, nodding slightly to Vitae as she spiraled into the clouds. The Longneck cocked her head, but seemed to understand. She sat down with a huff.
It was fear, and a small sense of curiosity that drove her to find out what was happening. She wasn't an optimistic dragon; possible situations swirled in Canis' head, and she beat her wings faster.
Canis didn't know what, exactly, but some conflict pierced the quiet night like a spear. Her Longneck hunter, Vitae, clasped her hoofed paws and glanced at Canis' worried face. For now she would wait. Screams and shouts littered the air, filling the silence with a eerie rhythm. She looked to the skies and spread her shimmering wings. Vitae let out a soft grumble, tapping the ground idly. She wanted to help. Was it cowardice that froze her?
Did it matter?
She took off, nodding slightly to Vitae as she spiraled into the clouds. The Longneck cocked her head, but seemed to understand. She sat down with a huff.
It was fear, and a small sense of curiosity that drove her to find out what was happening. She wasn't an optimistic dragon; possible situations swirled in Canis' head, and she beat her wings faster.
Something was very wrong.
Canis didn't know what, exactly, but some conflict pierced the quiet night like a spear. Her Longneck hunter, Vitae, clasped her hoofed paws and glanced at Canis' worried face. For now she would wait. Screams and shouts littered the air, filling the silence with a eerie rhythm. She looked to the skies and spread her shimmering wings. Vitae let out a soft grumble, tapping the ground idly. She wanted to help. Was it cowardice that froze her?
Did it matter?
She took off, nodding slightly to Vitae as she spiraled into the clouds. The Longneck cocked her head, but seemed to understand. She sat down with a huff.
It was fear, and a small sense of curiosity that drove her to find out what was happening. She wasn't an optimistic dragon; possible situations swirled in Canis' head, and she beat her wings faster.
Canis didn't know what, exactly, but some conflict pierced the quiet night like a spear. Her Longneck hunter, Vitae, clasped her hoofed paws and glanced at Canis' worried face. For now she would wait. Screams and shouts littered the air, filling the silence with a eerie rhythm. She looked to the skies and spread her shimmering wings. Vitae let out a soft grumble, tapping the ground idly. She wanted to help. Was it cowardice that froze her?
Did it matter?
She took off, nodding slightly to Vitae as she spiraled into the clouds. The Longneck cocked her head, but seemed to understand. She sat down with a huff.
It was fear, and a small sense of curiosity that drove her to find out what was happening. She wasn't an optimistic dragon; possible situations swirled in Canis' head, and she beat her wings faster.
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