BLAZING FIRE (A Dragon RP) #2

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Kk Augy said:
Still available to join?if yes what ranks ar left ?
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(@Alyssa-Bee has to approve character forms. I think so far there are open spots for:

- 1 Beta
- Middle rankers
- Fledglings
- Hatchlings
- 2 Omegas
- 5? Outcasts)



chickengirl1278 said:
"Okay," Shimmer grinned at him. She kept looking around and eventually spotted Star in the corner, but she wasn't sure at first. "Is that Star?" She asked, gesturing toward the hatchling.

(Oh okay! Sorry about the mix-up :))
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Shimmer walked up to Star. "Why hello there little one, aren't you adorable!!" She gingerly set down the turtle shell in front of him and nudged it forward. "We brought you and your sister some water," she said in a calm, soft voice. "So cute...." Shimmer mumbled to herself, watching the hatchling and making sure Star was going to drink the water before she got up. "I'm starting to wonder if Ember is even in here, I'm surprised she isn't with Star," She stated to Shimmer and Spyder. "Do you think she.......ran off?"

(@Crestcrazy2, @Alyssa-Bee) :)
 
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Name:lady Sasha(most call lady Sisi or sisi)
Gender:feamale
Wing:blazing wing
Rank:beta
Personality:she is delicate and soft but can complain.she is kind but loses pacience quickly.she might be bossy sometimes or sassy.she loves being in with freinds.her week point is flowers and music...
Physical Description:she is pink,blue and mint...her scails are see trough like stained glass ...
Other: she loves when others have a crush on her....
 
chickengirl1278 said:
"Okay," Shimmer grinned at him. She kept looking around and eventually spotted Star in the corner, but she wasn't sure at first. "Is that Star?" She asked, gesturing toward the hatchling.

(Oh okay! Sorry about the mix-up :))
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puffypoo said:
I wrote another thing today!!
Context: Sam fell asleep and ended up here. She has had 'dreams' like this before, but nothing quite as sadistic.
“Grab your weapons, soldiers! Prepare to attack. This is not a drill.”
Before Sam had even opened her eyes, she could hear the yelling of hundreds of men and women and the frantic cries of children.
“I have to go.” Sam heard the voice of a girl who sounded the most nearby.
“Will you come back, though?” The voice of a young boy.
“I can’t...guarantee that. But I promise you’ll be okay. You must find Mrs. Glaede. She will take care of you.”
Sam blinked, and from her angle-tilted view of the frozen ground, she could see that the girl’s voice belonged to a petite and pretty young woman with giant blue-gray wings for arms. She had simple plates of iron on her shoulders and chest, a wooden shield, and a sharp spear strung across her back. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a braided bun on the back of her head. The child was similar in complexion and build, with wavy dark hair and a scattering of freckles across his blushed tan cheeks.
“Don’t go. Please.” The child shook the young woman’s dark purple skirt, which had been tied up so it only reached her mid-thighs. “I won’t see you again.”
“Maybe. But what I am doing is for a good cause.” The girl stroked the child’s tearful face. “The Prince is the future of this nation. If he dies in the hands of The Goddess, so does the whole world. And so will you.” She was nearly trembling with conviction.
“But--mother and father--”
“The world went on without them. It can go on without me, too. That’s why we fight.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I love you. Be good.” She kissed him on the top of his dark brown hair, put on her silver helmet, and marched away.
“You are wrong! You are wrong!” The child screamed, outstretching his brown feathered arms. “You are wrong!” But the crowd of soldiers began to thicken and the siblings were swept away from one another.
Sam knew the boy would probably never see his sister again. The only comfort she could gather from this was that they were part of her dream.
They are in my imagination. They are not real. You do not need to feel sorry for the boy. The soothing words ran through Sam’s mind. Why was she still holding on to that doubt that her dream was simply that, and nothing more?
“You there! Get up!”
A tall dark figure created a shadow over Sam, who was still lying on the ground from confusion and exhaustion. Sam could see that it was a centaur, with the head and torso of a man but the body of a horse--but no--he had the massive antlers of a deer anchored into his head, and his hooves were cloven. This was a deer centaur.
“There is no more time to rest up. I know it’s hard.” The centaur’s voice softened, even amidst the chaos. “Put on your armor. Gird up your loins.”
“But--I’m not from here. I have no armor.”
“If you believe an endangered child is a cause worth fighting for, then you will find a way to help us!” The centaur bellowed and leaned forward until his flaring nostrils were inches from Sam’s face.
“Apologies, sir!” Sam bowed her head. She was used to such sudden changes in mood from a superior.
Her mind drifted. An Endangered child? Was that ‘The Prince’ everyone was talking about? She couldn’t be sure. But she could still hear the screams of the little boy echo through her mind. Maybe it wasn’t real, but she was dreaming, at least. That meant she had nothing to lose.
Sam pulled back from the panicked mob of soldiers and then ran in behind them, scouring the icy landscape for a tree to climb and spectate from.
Then, all at once, The Goddess rose--glowing, powerful--from under the sky like the morning sun, melting the frost from the grass. She opened her porcelain hands and thousands of fiery figures went rushing down her flowing white dress, venomous jaws gaping with a hunger for burned flesh.
It was horrifying. Sam prayed for a place to hide. But all she could do was crouch and let the other soldiers march on to their deaths.
Her eyes were shut for the first few blows. All she could hear was the angry yelling and then the death cries of the soldiers, then the thud of their armor as it fell fruitlessly to the ground.
When Sam’s eyes reopened, she saw that the fiery enemy was rapidly approaching her, tearing through the soldiers as if they were simply weeds. She couldn’t stand by and watch, but without a plan, there was not much choice. She sprinted off to the side and lay down in the newly-revived--and slightly singed--tall grass, hoping she wouldn’t be noticed.
And then she saw that young woman again, spin-kicking across the battlefield as if she had been training for this dance since she was little. She was skilled, for sure: Sam watched her as she yelled and stabbed a few of the enemy with her spear, doing flips in midair with her wings to get several from behind. Then she hovered and darted above them in the air almost teasingly as they roared, smoke billowing from the gaping holes in their chests before they crumpled to the ground as ash.
Yes, the girl was skilled--and beautiful--but she was still a girl. And she was no match for the horde of monsters jumping up to reach her, hair and eyes sparkling like firecrackers, teeth gnashing--
First they grabbed her leg and pulled her down from the sky, slamming her to the ground with a deafening crash for such a tiny figure. Then they tore off her armor, hurling its black melted remains across the battlefield--one of the shards lodging itself into the neck of another soldier. The girl yelled and squirmed, slashing her spear across the enemy’s chests. Sam thought she could see the girl crack a sly grin when they fell.
“Petri!” yelled another trembling teenage soldier standing nearby. He was gangly and thin, with messy blonde hair, and his armor looked much too big for him. Blood was streaming from his nose. A massive fire monster shoved him out of the way and marched straight over to the girl. “No! No!” He begged.
But it was too late. In an evil rage, the monster grabbed the end of the girl’s spear with a fiery hand. With the other, it clasped her own feathered hand. The girl let out a sharp cry of pain, but the spear did not loosen from her grip. At last, the monster pulled the spear parallel to the girl’s body, and with her hands still fastened, drove it straight through her chest.
Sam was far enough away to be safe. But she could almost feel this young girl’s warm blood spattering over her back and face and hands. And she could almost feel the salty tears of a little boy.
Sam wondered. Was she truly sadistic enough to imagine this?

sorry its uhhhh not good
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( Didn't mean to quote this here, sorry)
chickengirl1278 said:
(@Alyssa-Bee has to approve character forms. I think so far there are open spots for:

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Shimmer walked up to Star. "Why hello there little one, aren't you adorable!!" She gingerly set down the turtle shell in front of him and nudged it forward. "We brought you and your sister some water," she said in a calm, soft voice. "So cute...." Shimmer mumbled to herself, watching the hatchling and making sure Star was going to drink the water before she got up. "I'm starting to wonder if Ember is even in here, I'm surprised she isn't with Star," She stated to Shimmer and Spyder. "Do you think she.......ran off?"

(@Crestcrazy2, @Alyssa-Bee) :)
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Sorry y'all, I don't know why but I stopped getting notifications!!!!!! )


Spyder looked around, a concerned look coming over him for just a second," I don't think Scarlet would allow that, I imagine she watches her hatchlings like a hawk." He said looking around for Ember.
 
Kk Augy said:
Name:lady Sasha(most call lady Sisi or sisi)
Gender:feamale
Wing:blazing wing
Rank:beta
Personality:she is delicate and soft but can complain.she is kind but loses pacience quickly.she might be bossy sometimes or sassy.she loves being in with freinds.her week point is flowers and music...
Physical Description:she is pink,blue and mint...her scails are see trough like stained glass ...
Other: she loves when others have a crush on her....
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Will @Alyssa-Bee accepted it?
 

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