Roleplay

The giddy Mirror's face suddenly turned serious, her voice stern as she spits out "I NEVER treat this as a game." Her glare burned onto the trio before her face relaxed again. Her tail wagged slowly as they left one by one. "Aww, you are leaving too? I actually liked you!" She mock-whined after Acid, in all seriousness, it was fun to mess with the elder.

Her crests perked up when she heard the roar-like sound and suddenly, her blood pumped through her veins way harder. She could hear the beating of her heart all around the dirt tunnels. Her mind only yelled "YES, YES" as the new challenge approached. Her long tongue licked her teeth as she waited for her Bloodsurge to find her as a hyena-like laugh left her throat.

Acid did not say anything, though she seemed to have made an impression on him…

Her laughing certainly did attract attention. There was violent stomping echoing through the tunnels, the steel-like smell of blood drifting in the air. It was completely dark, but that did not stop the hunter.

As she stayed there, eventually something shifted in the end of the tunnel. Two red orbs stared at her, the guttural roar as something huge chased after her.

RaggedWings eyes darted around, her snout twitching as the foul smell that always followed her made its way from someone else. Her gaze was zeroed on the spot where the red-eyes emerged long before they arrived.

A guardian dragon that looked so f*cking huge. And RaggedWings? She didn't move.

She didn't move till the wretched creature were meter meters away before she dashed too. Starting the wild goose chase once again, and oh, she was gonna enjoy EVERY second.

The monster of a guardian was very unsightly, blood and spit running down from its split throat. She used her wings to push herself forward as well, creating a flesh wall steaming towards RaggedWings.
Bloodsurge did not look like she knew what "negotiation" was.

She clamped a claw down where RaggedWings had stood a moment before, creating an audible thud that reverberated throughout the tunnels. She roared seeing the dragon get away… and some more, noticing this invader had her favoeite snack as well.

She rushed forward, nearly taking down the tunnel in her own rage. A horrible haze was filling the area as well…

RaggedWings eyes were determinedly zoomed on the large Guardian that was tailing her. Getting her appearance down.

It was a grey female with red wings. Her mouth stretched through her whole body length, spilling spit and drool wherever she went. She appeared to wear a skull and carry around a big sword. The red mirror doubted the rusty Cleaver was ever used, seeing how animalistic she was and...oh? She even had shoulder mutations with those sharp claws of hers! How delightful.

The criminal panted, well, to be honest, she only counted as a criminal in the other 10 flights. Plague flight, being blessed by Plague mother, was away from such foolish claims. Didn't mean she didn't like seeing her own face on wanted posters all around the world.

She glanced at the flesh wall again, before deciding to bite down one of the hatchlings hanging under her wing. She only needed the heads to make herself a pretty necklace, or a coat maybe, to show off in the Nature flight. Surely those 'Preserve' freaks would go NUTS for something like that!

She nibbled on the neck till it parted the head and the body. Thankfully leaving the important part secured under her wing. She looked back to see what the animalistic dragon would do, not slowing down even the slightest.

Bloodsurge was... right behind her. Barely avoiding clamping the giant jaws on RaggedWings, as the beheaded hatchling was gobbled up instead.
Not that a small snack slowed her down in the slightest.

RaggedWings was fortunate to be able to see the inside of her maw, which seemed to just go on and on... where Bloodsurge´s organs probably should be. Hundreds of teeth, even more eyes inside the mouth. How did that even work?

The hatchling body was just consumed, if anything fueling the rampaging dragon planning to devour the mirror dragon next. She shrieked something inaudible again, clamping down again.

Raggewings boosted herself forward with her wings to avoid those freakish teeth clamping down on her chain-clad tail. Narrowing her eyes as her snout twitched again, slightly annoyed by the awful organ scent that radiated from the guardian. Her eyes darted left and right before she dived into a slightly bigger tunnel, the mirror's eyes zeroing on a target that happened to catch her eyes.

"So, " Her eyes didn't glance back to see the freak of nature, heh, she heard some nature freaks talk like that once. Very flattering! "Can you even talk? Do you have consciousness or..?" Her words drifted off as she realized it was a radioactive colored nocturne hatchling. Perfect! Poor thing, its colors were so unfortunate in this situation.

With newfound adrenalin, she threw her body forward with such force even she was a little surprised. Raggedwings tackled the hatchling and rolled on the ground. When she got up on her feet, her teeth already penetrated the back of the little skull. Killing the hatchling with a quick blow straight to the brain.

She stood hunched over for a beat before she dashed forward again, the dead body out of sight "No words, then? Disappointing, really." She teased 'lightly' as she dived into the wildest and smallest tunnels she could find.

It might be possible that perhaps Bloodsurge was replying to her. But all that came out was "ARRRGGGHHHLLLLBLBLLOOOOOOOORGHHHH!!!!!!!"

Not very constructive.
She was close a few too many times to actually grab on to RaggedWings than the mirror would be comfortable with. Especially when RaggedWings did the stunt of killing the hatchling. Bloodsurge’s maws clamped down, the tongue curling around and swallowing the hatchling with ease.

Except it did not even slow her down, if anything just fueling the monster.
As RaggedWings dove into the tight tunnels, she was about to have a fright as Bloodsurge followed her. It would normally be no feasible way for a guardian to squeeze itself so tightly, but the monster still managed to do it.

…For a little. It eventually got too small, forcing the guardian to dig if she wanted to go further. Of course that was not happening, so she retreated and continued running through the caves. RaggedWings could hear the heavy breathing from far, which ws more comforting than that thing going silent…

RaggedWings fanned crests pinned to her skull at the loud yelling "That's not an answer!" She called out 'sweetly' as her crests slowly return to their normal position.

She gritted her teeth whenever the mass of eyes and teeth got close to her. Too close. Way too close for comfort. "How does she even squeeze herself in..?" RaggedWings hissed out to herself. The mirror never thought she would feel relieved that the monstrously tall guardian couldn't force herself in after a little while.

The red mirror's claws slowed down and she finally jumped down from the ceiling she oh-so enjoyed running on as she took a moment to listen to the breathing. Her crests twitched as they tried not to lose it. The criminal didn't believe BloodSurge would just give up. So, maybe she was looking for another way to get the master criminal.

She observed her surroundings before diving into an equally small tunnel.

It was better to only have the guardian after her. She kept her pace way slower and on the ground to make sure she didn't run into the trio she did before. The mirror could take them separately but all at once if the trio and Bloodurge decided she was someone who needed to be taken out imminently?

Raggedwings, the master criminal Mirror of 11 flights, got defeated by the power of friendship. Yuck.

Her face scrunched up, the goddamn meat wall had destroyed a lot of things on her way. Making it very hard to find her way out of. The mirror didn't mind it, who she was if she wasn't up for a challenge?

As RaggedWings tried to find her way out, it was as if the entire tunnel system had been changed. Or perhaps just marks and lanterns had been shifted about to the unrecognisable. Bloodsurge’s blood was still on the floor, the vile smell seeping into her nose.

Sometimes, it would become completely silent. Then she would hear skittering, dirt shifting, or the guttural roars of Bloodsurge. And the heavy steps running toward something, followed by either a squeal or Bloodsurge’s rage.

The trio mught very well be around too. Perhaps not in Bloodsurge’s hunting grounds, but they for sure were not going to tell RaggedWings either. Or perhaps they were watching her right now, snickering at her attempt of messing with the mutated guardian…