Roleplay

[b]Name:[/b] Dovekie, after having a pale white belly as a hatchling. He used to think his name was silly, but now he's learned to accept it- although it didn't matter much, he changed it so often with his work. He was even referred to by the queen as Harp, and considered the name his own proudly for a long while. [b]Tribe(s):[/b] Seawing [b]Age (Between 5-12 Years, some exceptions):[/b] 10 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Sexuality:[/b] Heterosexual [b]Appearance:[/b] A tall, slender Seawing, he has muscle but is more fit for blending into creases. A dark green-blue covers his main scales, and his underbelly has grown to be a beautiful, rich blue, pale on some places. He has a gold earing in his left ear, and carries a knife in a black satchel, aswell as his other belongings. His grey horns are thick and sharp. His bioluminese on his back and tail is malformed, forming starfish patterns instead of lines, or blobs. Temp ref: [img]https://i.postimg.cc/Gmw47GPf/Untitled1-20200208132236.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/dVRb3FXt/c-Rn-DSBK-1.jpg[/img] [b]Personality:[/b] He has a quiet, apposing manner, looking strict and thoughtful or with a casual, unsuspecting facade. He listens closely to everything, and takes note of alot of small details, good at reading dragons. He is pessimistic and easily offended, if not easy to lash out. Has a logical mind, but also a "Do this, there is no option of failure" mindset and not a plan B dragon. He doesn't know what he wants, but wants the war to end and peace to come, even if he considers this near to impossible or not happening in his lifetime. [b]Other:[/b] Served as the Queen's spy until he was 7, when his elder sister was killed in battle. He had listened to many conversations, but had pushed away thoughts of the dragons behind them, but with his sisters death he started to. Months later he fled to the Sandwing kingdom, and lived there as a theif until the rp starts. He figured dry scales were worth safety, and is unsure if he is wanted.

[emoji=fae star size=2] awesome!

Princess Moonwalker // Night Kingdom



The wind blazed against Moonwalker’s scales as she stood one the balcony, her eyes scanned the kingdoms around her. Moonwalker took a deep breath and exhaled, soon she would be in Mother’s shoes.

Moonwalker dipped her head, the jewelry on her clanked as she moved. Moonwalker opened her wings, their stars shimmered in the light. Moonwalker flapped her wings and entered the air, then dived down to the marketplace. Moonwalker saw as dragons and dragonets shuffled past each other. Moonwalker landed onto the ground and tucked her starry wings in, then looked around at the group of NightWings circling around her. Moonwalker smiled and waved her paw, “Goodmorning Everyone.” Moonwalker chirped as her Mother appeared beside her. “Moonwalker.” Her mother growled through a smile. Moonwalker looked over to her mother with a shrug in her shoulders.

“The palace is too stuffy for me.” Moonwalker mumbled and trotted up to young dragonets. “Hello!” Moonwalker chirped as she sat down, the jewelry lining her sides shimmered. A young female Nightwing chirped back in response and Moonwalker giggled, her eyes were warm and friendly. The dragonet’s mother smiled and dipped her head to Moonwalker. Moonwalker slowly took off a bracelet on her left wrist gave it to the dragonet. “Keep it.” Moonwalker said as the Nightwing dragonet chirped, then dashed over to its mother.

Moonwalker straightened her figure and waved to the Nightwings, a big smiled plastered on her face. Moonwalker’s mother shook her head and smiled, her eyes stayed on Moonwalker.

Queen Stratus tapped her talons against the table in her third chamber, full of letters and important documents. This room was one of the most guarded, deeper in the castle. She looked over some documents from one of her generals, behind a curtain in the room where the silent guards could not see her slowly translating the papers. She scowled, bad news was always the same result from her translations, or notes of suspcious activity.

She tapped her talons harder in thought, rapidly planning and impatient. She did not take notice of the sun setting, and began writing letters of her own, in the memorized codes that years of practice of quick memorization imprinted onto her mind. There isn't any time to delay a meeting on this. Risky,,...
She started planning, wondering how to get some of her advisers and generals alerted without any complications, the last meeting had led to one not "showing up". There had to be an animus crawling around somewhere in her kingdom, with one she could easily win this war. There was already most likely false warnings of a few. How they all aimed to please or betray her, she thought, eyes narrowed.

~?~


Dovekie didn't hurry. He made his was through crowds of possible thieves and possible innocents as if he was one of them, even though he knew as well as they, probably, that a Seawing was an odd sight. He preferred not to leave his small home, but now he was risking- well, he didn't know. The letter wasn't specific, it had no explanation practically. Was this a trap? He wondered multiple times that day, but he didn't think so- since when were odd peacebringers illegal, or searched out with a vengeance? To be fair, the letter also did not scream peace hippies. That's why he went, of course. Whoever tracked him down, or sent the letter to half the globe, well, he didn't want to face consequences of not going. Bring a freind, die. How welcoming.

He was curious, too. As he got closer to the border, it seemed like the crowd became lesser, maybe more fast. Fair, the border probably was some sort of war zone. Just keep walking. He resisted tugging out his knife. He wanted to get a ball rolling, he wanted to do something to stop this war. What way, though, what was in Pyhrria was a dragon supposed to do that? It was easy to join a war. Is this some sort of last minute mission of a Queen, to let their side win? To risk strangers lives to show no attachments and to not loose any alibies..

He stubbornly kept going, blocking thoughts of his as he focused on the locals again, before the main town stopped and sand upon sand unwraveled. He looked up to see a fight going on in the far distance, his eyes following it to the border. He wasn't afraid, or atleast did not immediately feel so, and as he got closer he started to look for any dragons not fighting, following the border with his eyes as he hunkered lower. Of all places to find yourself, Dovekie, a town near a battlezone. Hhm. Why not an alleyway closer to the safer homes, should that have not suited better? He thought of the possibilities of a trap again, sticking to any structures or larger sand dunes.