Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

Marsh nodded his thanks and tried to get past the poison Ivy without touching it. He acknowledged ace and Shilahs grandmother

Kallitrax galloped off in the direction of Solosis.
Current swam through the salty water. It seemed so long ago when it was last clean, she didn’t think she’d ever get to swim in water that wasn’t thick and full of black gunk. She rolled in the water, glad of the cleanliness.
 
Basalt groaned. What had happened? He was laying on his stomach, wings askew, with his face in the dirt. With a little too much effort that’s what it should have been, he shook the dirt off his snout and dropped his head back down. His talons were shaking with exhaustion and his wings felt like they were being weighed down by rocks. Blearily, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Even in his weak state, he could sense the thousands of talons thundering on the ground. Reinforcements. He hoped they were good, but his heart sunk when all he saw were black and red scales. He tried to lie still so he wouldn’t get caught, and tried flexing his claws to regain power back in them. His tree was wilting, low on energy as he was, he could sense that, and all he could do was wait for the strength to come back.
Apollyon spotted Basalt and took in the situation immediately. He gave sort of a sad smile and shook his head. He walked over to the Solosis, towering over him.
"Ah, Basalt. Proud, arrogant Basalt. But how far you have fallen, trying to prevent a destiny that fate has already decided. You have given all to keep your power. And now, not even that remains." He chuckled again. "It is time to meet your destiny as well, "Monarche" Basalt." The huge dragon mocked.

"Guards." Apollyon called. About ten or so walked up. "You will take him to Mount Nassir." he said, indicating Basalt.
 
Apollyon spotted Basalt and took in the situation immediately. He gave sort of a sad smile and shook his head. He walked over to the Solosis, towering over him.
"Ah, Basalt. Proud, arrogant Basalt. But how far you have fallen, trying to prevent a destiny that fate has already decided. You have given all to keep your power. And now, not even that remains." He chuckled again. "It is time to meet your destiny as well, "Monarche" Basalt." The huge dragon mocked.

"Guards." Apollyon called. About ten or so walked up. "You will take him to Mount Nassir." he said, indicating Basalt.
Anger surged through Basalt, lending him strength. Before Apollyon has finished giving orders, he surged up- lingering at the red dragon and slashing his claws across Apollyon’s chest.
 
Westar shook his head. “No.” And sat on the stone bench. The rock blackened beneath him, but didn’t burn.
"So-" said Flint, standing up and walking back and forth. "Tell me a bit about yourself. About this." He said, lighting a torch by touching it to the blue dragon's wing.
 
"So-" said Flint, standing up and walking back and forth. "Tell me a bit about yourself. About this." He said, lighting a torch by touching it to the blue dragon's wing.
Wetsar pulled his wing away from Flint. “I- I haven’t done much..” He said nervously. “I mostly just- stay away from everyone and, and be.. alone. So I don’t hurt them. Chief Blaze always tells me to be careful. Not to go near the wyrms and other pupa.” He said ‘other pupa’ as if including himself, and Flint got the idea that he had cracked early- probably because of his firescales.
 
Apollyon merely threw Basalt off of him and walked into the cave.
Basalt was flung to the ground where he landed in a heap. Straining to get up, he suddenly whipped his alligator-thick tail under one of the clone’s feet. It was uninjured, but fell to the ground. He turned around and clawed at a second clone.
 
Basalt was flung to the ground where he landed in a heap. Straining to get up, he suddenly whipped his alligator-thick tail under one of the clone’s feet. It was uninjured, but fell to the ground. He turned around and clawed at a second clone.
About 30 more came to help subdue the angry dragon. Once they could get him under control they would give him a sedative.
 
About 30 more came to help subdue the angry dragon. Once they could get him under control they would give him a sedative.
Basalt jumped up slightly, and landed rolling. He ploughing through a slight opening, breaking a bone in the first dragon and shoving the others aside.
 
Basalt jumped up slightly, and landed rolling. He ploughing through a slight opening, breaking a bone in the first dragon and shoving the others aside.
suddenly an odd cramping feeling seized him and lifted him up into the air. He heard a familiar voice behind him. "And just where did you think you were going?" It questioned.
 

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