(Is the form of rping above the only form we are allowed to give? I will separate my dragons by location and name if you wish but when they are together I would prefer posting as such.
I don't know if turns should matter but I would greatly appreciate it if say, someone is gone or we get like 7-8 posts without everyone going posting at least once, we wait for whoever it is. I don't want people getting left behind simply because half the group is here and can write four pages)
A motley trio of dragons crests over a jagged rocky rise overlooking a vast tundra like space.
“Weehew” The guardian whistles as his eyes struggle to comprehend the area. “What a lovely little meeting ground this is.” His lines conclude with a mischievous smile. “You think our intell was right?”
“About their being dragons?” The Snapper adds. “Well look!” Marta’s blocky head nods towards the lake. “I’d say so. I wonder if any will like in us.”
The guardian’s, Assona’s, face creases. “I truly desire to believe so....” His life has not been the easiest when dealing with the opposite gender.
A tiny blue hand tightens around the ivory boning of the largest dragon’s wing. Assona registers the gesture of empathy, his eyes warming to meet the cool sage green eyes of his companion's. A wince catches through him as the claws of that blue hand tighten and draw blood, the sage of the prior mentioned eyes hardening into steely chips of jade.
“Is that why you brought me here? To find a female?” The words are delivered with such chill that it is surprising not to see frost dotting the air before the Fae’s lips.
“Among other things.” Assona replies nonchalantly, he was used to his Charge’s aversion to contact with others. And as expected, pain and ice where what followed when these restrictions were tested.
“I see.Then you will not allow me to leave?” Fel’s voice drips like shards of frozen glass onto and through the dappled skin below his perch.
Marta glares at the resentful little Fae sitting on the crest of his friend’s wing. “Oh c’mon off it! Bull up and quit being such a wuss! If you keep acting like that you will live a boring, dead, mateless life. Now get the rod out of your-”
“Enough!” Assona interjects. “There are dragonesses ahead, be polite. Marta if I know you as well as we both know I do, you will be taking lead, there is no reason to wait for us. Go find yourself a lovely lady to chat with.” A pained forced smile overtakes Assona’s face causing Marta to droop a bit. He knew Assona expected he(Marta) and he alone to find happiness.
The Snapper regards the Guardian one last time and ‘hmphs’ contemptuously at the Fae. “Okay, okay Assona, I trust,...just make sure you get some fun out of this too.” And with a wink the Snapper begins a gallant trot towards the lake, as it appeared to be the epicenter of the dragons.
"Hey!" {The closest female appears to be a cute little spiral why not talk to her.} Marta's thoughts echo.
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Sidious Cute little spiral = (Amunet)
