Roleplay

Tide | Between Sand and Ice | Walking behind Plush

White eye scales, isn't that a sign they can mind bend?

She paused

Or was it shadow bend? I'm wrong aren't I. I don't know much about nightwing biology.

She looked towards their leader.

I wonder if they would kill me if I asked are we there yet.

Tide didn't feel like finding out.

She watched the hybrid clean himself.

"So..... I do hate to ask but.....Skywing and....? Or is that an insensitive question....? Imsorry"

He's a quick one. I wonder how old? Atleast he isn't the grunt of approval type. Or the "I take this but I'm not going to be happy about it" type.

Dovekie nodded. He didn't even want it back now, it was so bloody. He put his canteen back, glancing at Plush before quietly responding. No conversation unless he wanted to really test her limits. And his own. ah.

"No problem. Zephyr. Much better, now that we're not...hhh."

He did a little motion of 'this is beauty. mwah.' with his talons, partially fading into the habit of aquatic hand signals. He wasn't sure if it looked goofy or stupid or insulting. He walked onwards, adjusting his satchel. His knife was stabbing him in the chest a bit, but didn't cut the fabric. To bad, he'd have to attempt to sharpen it.

How old is this knife, I wonder? That shop was practically in ruins. Bad idea.

He turned as Tide flashed and spoke, glad she asked the questions and not him but also tch, touchy subject?

Mindreading. Sometimes visions, half sure that's a myth. Could be shadowbending at this point, they're not the most open. Watch him turn out to be a daring rainwing.

He did recall a quite funny, nice dragon he'd met that was a nightwing. Too bad it was at a marketplace. Too bad someone saw him sneak a bit off jewelry off of a skywing. Too bad he had rent to pay. Honestly, I should get a job. What's wrong with me? I've gone from bad to worse.


He shook his inner self.

Just keep walking.

Dovekie nodded at Zephyr's reply, only mudwings have those odd, lined scales along their backs. I wish there was mud nearby... He shook himself. He looked up and followed Zephyrs gaze, feeling satisfied after Plush gave a small look back at them. Aquatic was fine.


Sweet home, why didn't I notice...well. Close enough.

He saw the area he lived in towards the distance- far enough from the Scorpian Den to have some order and easy picking, close enough to have some shady areas and theifs. He turned his gaze, feeling unguarded with the night wings still unconfirmed- did Tide say white eye scales in confirmation or a question?

He thought this was crazy- they were bright red, blue pale targets. Perhaps Reckless could save their hinds, or sell them to the next eager trader. Especially the hybrid, no wonder he stiffened up. He looked at Reckless and saw their tail hit Tide, immediately stiffening up himself and arching his neck, quickly looking to see what end of the stinger it was and letting out a small huff both in releif and covering up his expression quickly.

She's plain messing with us now ohh and she says that happens sometimes I wonder if happens sometimes is on purpose she's been here before maybe I should ditch this and head home she needs to be careful, gets on my nerves and I know she wants that, plain killer. Weren't sandwings tought to hold their stingers some way? Either on purpose or...perhaps she wasn't raised by sandwings. Maybe they trained her this way, is this a joy ride for her or does she have a reason to 'save the world' Tide could have been a goner, we need that cactus- Brighttap? Brightsting? I know there is one-

He knew he had picked up that information from a sandwing stall. Those cactuses were sold everywhere.
"You should be more careful with that, I heard some parts of this place cut off tails of anyone to feisty. Of course, I suppose you would know that- favourite place and all."

He raised an eye in question.

Maybe a Brightsting would be useful.

Reckless | Group- outside the Scoprion Den | Dovekie


"I was raised here, sugar. I know that perfectly well what happens to the cocky tail-lashers. Thing is- when you're the one who's bad enough to be cutting off the stingers, you kind of get to wave yours wherever you want. Dragons tend to move out of my way." she said, then flicked her tail and shot Dovekie a dazzling grin that would have been beautiful to a stranger. Nevertheless, she didn't want to hurt anyone in the group so she resorted to letting it lash over her back and flick around there.

Auruem had raised her here- with his guild. He taught her to be merciless, cunning, ruthless. To never let anyone know your true feelings, or your intentions. She was good at hiding her true emotions and Aureum had told her before she left to keep her guard up- and that's what she was doing.

The Guild had long since moved on to another town- one in the Sky Kingdom, actually, but Reckless still saw the Scorpion Den as her home. When she had lived here with the Guild... Their word was law. She was an enforcer of Aureum's influence over the Den, and really had cut off stingers... And legs... And tails... And a couple of heads here and there.

That was a while ago, though. She actually started feeling a little nostalgic. Her friends had still been alive when she had last been here- not dead because of the war. Her wings actually dropped a little bit, thinking about sparring with Razor and Sunshine before they were taken by the drafters. She quickly fixed her expression as to not show her emotions and kept walking.

Ahah. Raised to sting. I should've expected them to live here..my word, does she polish those teeth? She does seem a tad bit vain, or atleast used to power, cutting off tails, ychh.

He nodded again, wondering what to ask her without getting a look for being nosy. It was his job to be nosy, though, even if he would rather not learn of the thousands of ways this dragon slices others open. He thought he saw a different emotion than glee in the other dragon for a moment, but couldn't catch what it was- perhaps pride.

"Oh? Interesting. From witch did you belong, if you did, if you don't mind me asking? I don't see much home in this place myself, dry and..."

He flicked a rock away like he did earlier, shrugging a shoulder to represent "and all that". It was true, he didn't like this place, although he did like his home. It was nice and shaded there, once in awhile a neighbor would spill water from their supply. The oasis wasn't close as he wished, but the dragon above him somehow kept theirs from evaporating. He wondered what the ocean would feel like, after all this time. He glanced at Tide, wondering how her and the Icewing were dealing with the new use of heat. Perhaps the icewing had lived here once, aswell, he thought, staring at their leader for a second. Surely they wouldn't expect quiet now, with the buzz of the town- "town" so close.

Princess Moonwalker \\|// Scorpion Den \\|// Zephyr & Tide


Moonwalker followed behind Plush, her tail brushed the sand as she walked. Moon glanced over to the two Seawings talking in auqatic. Moonwalker blinked as she watched them, they looked worried about Zephyr. Moonwalker raised her tail off the ground and walked up to Zephyr’s side. Moonwalker lifted her head slightly, the gems along her body glistened. “Zephyr, I don’t trust this Plush.” Moonwalker mumbled as she glanced over to Tide her tail flicked in the air.

Moonwalker blinked and looked back over to Zephyr, “I mean, how do we know she won’t kill or sell us?” Moonwalker whispered as her ears flattened back, her golden and black earrings shimmered in the sunlight as she moved her head, the teardrops along her scales shined.