The Imperial chuckled at the threat from the other dragon, waving her tail in dismissal. "Very well. I'll keep that in mind." However, her voice sounded more amused more than anything, and her eyes sparkled with the same emotion.
"But, I am glad you decided to join. Bodyguards are always useful. We have a few, but they mainly stick with our clients rather than the informants." Crimsbane hummed, raising a talon and tapping her muzzle thoughtfully. "I think it would be good to keep you around me, and your friend here. We shifters should stick together." She used her own coined term for the ability, not really caring if the other two called themselves something different or not.
The Imperial chuckled at the threat from the other dragon, waving her tail in dismissal. "Very well. I'll keep that in mind." However, her voice sounded more amused more than anything, and her eyes sparkled with the same emotion.
"But, I am glad you decided to join. Bodyguards are always useful. We have a few, but they mainly stick with our clients rather than the informants." Crimsbane hummed, raising a talon and tapping her muzzle thoughtfully. "I think it would be good to keep you around me, and your friend here. We shifters should stick together." She used her own coined term for the ability, not really caring if the other two called themselves something different or not.
kry nevermore
he/they
just your local cryptid.
Dashte narrowed her eyes at the Imperial’s odd gait, licking her chops to rid them of the blood that lingered. She seemed to be completely relaxed and in control, but she could tell this dragon wasn’t as laid back as she seemed. She was a spy. She needed to know how to be alert. While Dashte was examining her further, trying to read as much as she could, her ears flicked back to a noise in the bushes. It was small, but something told Dashte she needed to turn around now. She moved only her head at first, but even with her highly sensitive nose she detected nothing. She ducked low to the round in a hunting position and crept into the bushes, sniffing rapidly at the air to see if she could detect the source of her unease. Something drew her towards the spot the net had trapped her in earlier and, though she knew it would pain her to look at the site where she thought her life may end, she returned. She made sure to stick to rough patches of dirt where her fur blended in, just in case there was an attack from above. The sun was hot on her back, though only in patches from the trees that obscured her view of the sky. Wind rustled the leaves on the trees as Dashte came into view of clearing. Well... at least what she thought was the clearing. A wolf’s sense of direction never fails them and all of her sense told her that this was the spot she had been in. So where was the net? She was about to once again step out until she saw something glistening in the breeze. A tripwire. Dashte scrambled back before her paws had a chance to hit it. Someone’s here.
Dashte narrowed her eyes at the Imperial’s odd gait, licking her chops to rid them of the blood that lingered. She seemed to be completely relaxed and in control, but she could tell this dragon wasn’t as laid back as she seemed. She was a spy. She needed to know how to be alert. While Dashte was examining her further, trying to read as much as she could, her ears flicked back to a noise in the bushes. It was small, but something told Dashte she needed to turn around now. She moved only her head at first, but even with her highly sensitive nose she detected nothing. She ducked low to the round in a hunting position and crept into the bushes, sniffing rapidly at the air to see if she could detect the source of her unease. Something drew her towards the spot the net had trapped her in earlier and, though she knew it would pain her to look at the site where she thought her life may end, she returned. She made sure to stick to rough patches of dirt where her fur blended in, just in case there was an attack from above. The sun was hot on her back, though only in patches from the trees that obscured her view of the sky. Wind rustled the leaves on the trees as Dashte came into view of clearing. Well... at least what she thought was the clearing. A wolf’s sense of direction never fails them and all of her sense told her that this was the spot she had been in. So where was the net? She was about to once again step out until she saw something glistening in the breeze. A tripwire. Dashte scrambled back before her paws had a chance to hit it. Someone’s here.
“Just so you know, imperial. That was not a threat, but a promise.” Frostbite seemed quite surprised by the dragons amusement, but she did not have time to fight another dragon right now. It didn’t take long before she noticed that Dashte had vanished. “W-wolf? Where are you? Now is not the time for a tracking game!” Frostbite sniffed the air and tried to follow the wolf, only just succeeding in picking up their scent. She slowly padded toward the clearing where the wolf had nearly perished. The past slowly catching up with her, Frostbite became more and more worried with each step she took.
“Just so you know, imperial. That was not a threat, but a promise.” Frostbite seemed quite surprised by the dragons amusement, but she did not have time to fight another dragon right now. It didn’t take long before she noticed that Dashte had vanished. “W-wolf? Where are you? Now is not the time for a tracking game!” Frostbite sniffed the air and tried to follow the wolf, only just succeeding in picking up their scent. She slowly padded toward the clearing where the wolf had nearly perished. The past slowly catching up with her, Frostbite became more and more worried with each step she took.
Dashte heard large footsteps coming through the forest towards her. She knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight. This was all a trap. She buried herself in a bush and waited for her pursuer to arrive.
Dashte heard large footsteps coming through the forest towards her. She knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight. This was all a trap. She buried herself in a bush and waited for her pursuer to arrive.
