Roleplay

"I'm smiling right now." RaggedWings declared with a swish of her tail. Deciding to let the elder know what was her emotions about his...insults? Eh, she counted as a praise.

"My name is...RaggedWings, don't forget it! I'll be around~" She shouted one last time before gazing back to the crowd, breaking through the growth. She scanned her surroundings before jumping onto an overgrown rib-like piece to get a good observation point. Fixing the 'necklace' to make it prettier, tightening the knots, etc. Yet her gaze wandered around, looking for the draconic Venus flytrap.

(It took me to threaten you with hostages but at least you have this in her bio now ^w^)

Acid was glad to hear her explain her expression. No one had done that before.
A little healing for what he had lost. Then the wildclaw was gone.

She could not gaze for long as a dozen armored and decaying dragons broke through, screaming and snarling and all things nice. Seeing several veilspun in the midst was not very well foreboding...

Though it seemed it would be RaggedWings´ lucky day. Heavy stomping was heard further away, and the dragons dispersing as Bloodsurge came thrashing and roaring. The meat train did not stop for anyone, effectively breaking one of the dragons´wings as it had failed to flee in time.
But even with injured prey before her, she was heading straight for RaggedWings...

RaggedWings gaze snapped around, planning on which dragons to crash, which to blind and which to cripple in a way that would be beneficial for her like a game of chess. Yet, let's not call it a game.

She made it pretty clear this is an expression she doesn't enjoy.


Apparently, it was unnecessary as the big woman herself stormed towards the area. Not caring as she came after her and only her.

Well, she always liked getting chased anyway.

With a grin that would match a Cheshire cat's, she leaped onto another structure similar to the one she was on top of. Then another, and another as the gigantic creature destroyed them with her body. Not even looking fazed from the impacts.

But that wouldn't do. The red mirror carried herself with high speed, jumping on similar structures till she reached a three. It was a rotten, melting thing yet sturdy enough to handle one body slam. The whole thing tilted to the side.

RaggedWings dug her claws as deep as she could, watching as BloodSurge attempted to take a few steps back to ram into the three again. She took out the jewelry under his wing, the blood from the tiny heads giving her body an another shade of red.

"For you, my love." Was the last thing she told the Guardian before bolting, too fast and easy to camouflage to be caught once again. The only thing the dragons, stunned from her act against their leader, was the golden chains glistening under the sun before disappearing forever. It was what every cop from other flights saw before she disappeared with a high body count and big amount of valuables anyway.

But, forever..?

Bloodsurge was heaving, blood and spit dripping on the ground as the rest if the dragons chased after Raggedwings in vain. They were making sure to stay clear of the guardian. Though right now she did not care, she did only hunger.

But… the smell of something nice was by her feet. She looked down, seeing the small heads wrapped in fine chain. It smelt of the mirror’s blood, but also of that old wildclaw. What did it mean? For you, my love?

Bloodsurge picked it up. It had to be an offering to appease her. And if there was one thing that could appease her, it was offerings. But she wasn’t sure how to treat a thief and annoying brat in her home…

Bloodsurge picked it up, letting it slide down around her split maw. The blood of the hatchlings were so nice… she turned to the remakning dragons who had not kept up the chase. "GET THAT MIRROR, NOW!"

RaggedWings slid to a stop at her voice. Her fanned crests bobbed along with her head as she looked back around the 'bushes' that concealed her. Watching as the clan irked back and started running in her general direction at the command of the booming voice.

Well, that wouldn't do.

She jumped back out to their sight, getting their attention on her blood-covered body. She sat down on her back legs like a cat again, looking relaxed for someone that 20 different dragons were pursuing. Her gaze kept track of all of them to make sure none was trying to sneak behind.

'8...9...' She suddenly strikes forward and sinks her right at the middle of the unfortunate coatl, biting hard enough to spill his guts. "10..."

It went to hell after that.


The one-woman army of a mirror fought dirty. Going for the eyes, tendons on the legs, looping her chins around them and choking or using them as alive shields, throwing the body parts at their faces, you know, the usual. Of course, she didn't do all that without getting hit but out of all 11- wait, that Veilspun was kinda paralyzed. Let's make it 10, it's not like he will be moving anytime soon. Aaaand, that Imperials' wings were pretty much destroyed, not her too, then.

She sat upon a gigantic mushroom, her tail poking at a green bubble-like tumor on it as she patiently waited for a random dragon to stop yelling out threats and come up to her. To be honest, she wasn't even listening with the heart of a pearlcatcher sitting between her jaws.

Her eyes trailed off and she turned her gaze to the Guardian, wearing the necklace!

Even with that distance, she could make eye contact with her. So, with her tail swishing behind her like a wag, she swallowed the organ of one of her clan mates.

It was absolute chaos. No, chaos was not a good describing word for this. RaggedWings may have invented a new term, just waiting to be named in this madness of purgatory.

They were still going after her as she lounged on the shroom. But they were wary now, knowing better than to waste their lives on an opponent they could not beat.

Bloodsurge was watching RaggedWings too, but did not care to wait. She lumvered back into the castle Perdiciun, forcing even more dragons to take flight like birds being disturbed.

With one last glance towards the Guardian, jumped back down from the platform right on a poor Obelisk who was flying up to her. The dragon skillfully dodged the mirror...but not her chains. Within seconds the obelisk was pulled down and slammed to the ground. Its guts spilled as it cushioned the criminal's fall. "9..." she whispered over the last dying breaths of the fluffy thing.

Her eyes skimmed over the last people before bolting. She went towards the water territory as she purposely burst acid-filled wines along the way in an attempt to conceal her scent. Well, let's just say flotsam town might lose a few ships to fire, or a robbery.

A month passes, her name is now on posters everywhere. Not that it is anything new, but the reward is quite handsome. It would seem someone truly wanted their claws on her...

Though that was not going to help Acid. It was rather inconvenient actually, now she was going to put in extra effort to NOT be found. And even worse, he could not even spot her if he tried... for obvious reasons.
Acid had been rearing his head to hear of RaggedWings location, from dragons who had "almost" caught her to rumors of someone matching her description.

Though it would seem he got jackpot at last. Wandering through the windflight, he caught the fresh scent of blood. Reeking from the withering grass around it, he would not forget that smell anytime soon.
How fitting for such a whimsical dragon to be in the most aloof flight too...

Raggedwings lay sprawled on top of a fresh gaoler pelt, the antlers that has been cut of were stabbed to the ground, holding one of her newest wanted posters while old ones were in front of her. Organized from the oldest to the newest. Gotta say, she was proud of how rapidly her bounty rose. The new prize was amazing!

Her claws tapped the ground as she looked at her drawings this time. Tongue too short, this one has a pinkish color, this one is just plain ugly...She huffed out a frustrated breath, so many witnesses yet they barely started to get her drawing accurate, and even that was barely enough!

Her fanned crest twitched before perking up, footsteps. The mirror grinned and stretched her wings, ready to give the poor dragon the same demise as the one she was using as a cushion before she sensed the scent.

Acidic, old, and she could certainly smell the bitter leaves that only ever grew in the plague land, surviving between rotten corpses then disappearing with them once there is nothing left but bones. If the famous fungi of the plague land don't find them, of course. The blue leaves that a certain sand-colored dragon used in his hood.

Her posture relaxed back down as she looked at the spot the old Wildclaws was supposed to arrive.

He had been very silent, despite having the rustling hood cover him. Though it was better than being stopped by his old clan members or contractors, especially if he could avoid it by hiding himself somewhat.

Acid carefully stepped forward, his head searching around for her location. She should be… here. He crept through the underbrush, concluding her location, then emerged into her view. He didn’t smile or look remotely like talking.
He didn’t even look as if he knew she was there.