Roleplay

we start right before the storm that washes them out to pantala, in possibility; each of them are there for their own reasons, and they happen upon each other by pure chance.

CHARACTER LIST
AndromenaFlight - Hazel and Termite
TheSoothSayer - Nile, Morpho, and Fractal
MintyKitsune - Lavender and Downy
AmethystSeaWing - Amethyst, Apatura, and Monkey
BriarBush -
SleepyLei - Isabella
foreboding - Mamba and Aspen
Sincerity11 - Hybrid

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OOC THREAD

Mamba smiled as the sun beamed down on his white-as-ash scales, and he sighed as he dove into the sands outside Possibility. The rough feel of sand between his scales did much to sooth him. After all, his last heist had yet to be discovered, and he awaited eagerly for others reactions. He smiled as he remembered the gold, the emeralds, and the quite pretty jewels and earrings he had gotten from the Sandwing stronghold within the Scorpion den. He had buried quite a few jewels in the sands near the den, and was content that they probably would never be found. Nevertheless, he would go back for them when their existence had long been forgotten to sell them at an insanely high price.
A loud caw attracted his attention as he lazily gazed up into his mentor's eyes. Izaiah, the elderly Nightwing looked at him disapprovingly.
"Dear, what did I tell you about playing in the sand. It'll take ages for you to wash the grains out of your scales," she chided. Mamba shrugged, and dove back in, warranting a long sigh from Izaiah. Mamba smiled again. Perhaps he would stay in Possibility for a little while longer before moving on.


Aspen was, as usual, surrounded by succulents. She purred happily, running her paws over their delicate yet durable leaves with rain on her back. She loved rainy days like these; her fellow Leafwings wouldn't bother her then, and she could spend all day with her plants. While she was aware that the forests were dangerous (she was probably better off with the rest of her non-plantean friends), she didn't mind. The quiet humming that greeted her ears when danger was nearby would be warning enough. So she sat in the mud, with the dank scent of moss and ferns surrounding her, probably as happy as she could be.

Amethyst felt she'd had a pretty good few days. She'd woke up, attacked Monkey, scared him half to death, and then gotten tackled. He'd chased her into the lake where they wrestled underwater, bubbles of laughter rising through the water as they summersaulted in the waves.
"Good morning, you two," their father had called from the shore. Amethyst had popped her head above the water and shouted a greeting.
"Don't you two know where we're going today?" He'd asked. Monkey looked confused for a minute, and then Amethyst remembered. They were going to Possibility today for the first time! Amethyst had been wanting to go for forever. She flew out of the water and landed, dripping, her necklace thumping against her chest. They dried off in the sun for a while, letting her wings swirl with gold and indigo. Then she'd put on her best silk scarf, a deep crimson that felt like clouds against her scales, and they left, heading for Possibility, literally.

Theyd flown for a few days, over the ocean and the rainforest. They'd made camp right on the edge of the rainforest, where dragons were used to seeing multi colored scales. They'd woken bright and early the next day, and flown over the swamps and the desert. Eventually, they saw a bustling city up ahead, surrounded by palms and rivers, set on a series of platforms. They landed slightly outside of the city.
"Be aware, you guys," their dad said before they went in. "Youre hybrids, so dragons might give you some looks. Don't worry about it," he said, smiling. "I'm gonna go buy some things. We'll probably stay here a few days. Explore as much as you guys want. Here's some treasure," he said, handing Amethyst a small pouch, jangling with jewels to pay for food and other things. "Probably meet back here around nightfall? I'll see you," he said before taking off.

Apatura fell out of her hammock as the wind shook the webs. She got up, grumbling to herself. She looked outside at the pouring rain. A loud snore came from behind her and she turned to find her mate still fast asleep. She got back in her hammock and tried to fall asleep again, but the howls of the wind and crackling of the lightning made it impossible. No matter, she should probably get up anyway. She put on her scarf and earrings hurriedly, wanting to get out of the shaking webs. She looked out at the storm again. It seemed to be going across the ocean. She scoffed at the legend of the distant kingdoms, but if there was anyone out there... well, they were in for a rough time.

Hazel

He wandered through the city, curiously exploring. It was much calmer here. His patches of cream scales felt much more pleasant here, there was less harsh sun. The gentle clink of the golden hoops around his neck felt much quieter. The obvious gold often drew eyes in the scorpion den, but here no one seemed to care. His sister might be here! He scanned to shops more eagerly. He couldn't wait to see her! He would tell her everything that happened. But......no one knew where she was. There was barely a chance of her being here. Feeling worse, he kept walking aimlessly.

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Termite

He sat in his room, watching the rain lash against his window. Wasp Hive was silent and beautiful during the rain. Letters didn't come and Wasp couldn't reach into their lives. He closed the book he was reading, pressing his reddish wings against his back and humming a little. Peace was here, if only for a moment.

Mamba tilted his head upward, where two dragons who looked like Rainwings?? Seawings?? Well, he couldn't tell, and he couldn't care less either.
"Izaiahhhh," he called, and lazily flapped his wing out, covering the older Nightwing with sand. With a short hiss, Izaiah yanked him out of the sand, and huffed, "I see them too Mamba. Now, why don't you start behaving like a legitimate young dragon instead of a pretentious doofus. Look, you've gotten my scales covered in sand!"
Mamba rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you go meet them? They seem friendly," Iza said softly. "You could use some friends your age."
At that, Mamba laughed.
"Friends! Friends are useless. I'd be much better off with dragons I can actually learn things from. They just seem like colorful nuisances!"
Iza shook her head.
"You can learn a thing or two from friends," she says, exasperated, but doesn't push the issue any further.

Hazel
"Ack! Sorry miss!" he said, flinging his wings up in surprise. OK, OK. Keep calm, be polite, he reminded himself. This usually worked in the scorpion den.
"Here, let me help you." he said, stretching out a hand.
"I'm Hazel."