Roleplay

"Sorry, I-I'm sorry... I'm uhm, Ilta. I don't want to know what they're doing, and I hope they don't bring it over here." She hunched back over, curling her tail around herself once more as her bioluminescent white scales glittered brightly.

The yellow wolf glared at him before grinning. They scratched their claws over her left brow and kicked their legs into his stomach. Jackson fell back and grumbled, holding his hand over his eye to keep the blood from seeping in. The wolf dashed back up to him and leaped. He quickly dodged out of the attack and blasted a few ice crystals into the ground, suddenly creating an icy mist. He created at circle of spikes around himself before checking his eye. He winced at the pain, but he knew he had to keep fighting. He took in a sharp inhale before shooting into the air. He looked for flashes of yellow in the mist. When he did, he dived down and crashed into the wolf. Instead of trying to get answers this time, he just snapped their neck.

The tiefling watched with slight mistrust, not understanding much of what was going on. It had been a fair amount of time since he heard from the ones who had left, and he was starting to get a bit worried. Maybe Ilta knew where they had gone? But he didn't quite know how to speak to her like this. Maybe the other dragon that had joined her knew English and where the others had gone? Then again, they might not have seen them go, and they may not even know English. He continued standing off to the side for now, looking into the woods f or any signs of movement that may be the others.

Lance

He stiffened at the scent of blood as his eyes flashed red for a split second. He shook his head and thought, No, stop it! I don’t need to drink blood at this moment, I only want to! Bleeding is a normal part of a fight! He could feel the cold air coming off of the icy mist as moments later Lance heard the distinctive crack of bone breaking. Great... Now everything’s going to be even more awkward if that was a neck snap. Why did that damn wyvern have to spare me? I now live a cursed life! He thought as he dug his claws into a nearby tree out of slight frustration.