Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

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Whisp created a slide for her out of his long tail, and she slid gently to the floor.
Tide laughed, rolling head-over-tail onto the floor. When she got control of herself, she walked over to the Aerattl, suddenly concerned when she saw blood. “Are you okay?” She asked them.
*storm took in a deep breath of the cool mountain air as she flew.*
Zephyr looked down, where was the entrance… there! She dove down, flicking her tufted tail as a signal for Storm to follow her, and she landed gracefully in the beach. Suddenly her nose twitched. “Someone got hurt!” She told the Monarche. “I can smell blood in there.” She pointed to the wooden door.
 
(Yep. Three patients, the worst one taken care of, two left)

*storm worked as she listened to their story. They had turned in for the night where they had made camp for the night when they were attacked by something just before It was to dark to see what it was, and took them by surprise. It was large, and felt wet with sharp claws, but that's all they made out.*

Storm: I smell it to, let's check it out.
 
(Yep. Three patients, the worst one taken care of, two left)

*storm worked as she listened to their story. They had turned in for the night where they had made camp for the night when they were attacked by something just before It was to dark to see what it was, and took them by surprise. It was large, and felt wet with sharp claws, but that's all they made out.*

Storm: I smell it to, let's check it out.
Whisp gasped as he whipped over to them, helping his mother with the gash on the dragon's side.
The Aerattl Advisor burst through the door on the six dragons. “What’s going on? Starshine, are you okay? Where did these three come from?” Zephyr spotted the Aquarius Wyrm. “An Aquarius! What is she doing here? You dragons do know that your Monarche’s here, right?” She waited for Storm to make her entrance.
 
This is fine, totally fine…everything is fine Petrichor thought to herself as she glided over a seemingly endless stretch of twisting, winding canyons. She was sure she had been flying safely in her own territory moments ago, but she must‘ve dozed off while in the air, and she now found herself hopelessly lost. Surely there has to be someone out here…someone who won’t try to kill me she thought worriedly, still searching the ground below for any sign of movement. The heat was blistering, even at this height, and there was not a cloud in sight. Petrichor was worried about dying of thirst or heat exhaustion, as she knew she couldn’t fly forever. This is fine, totally fine…everything is fine she began to repeat to herself again.
After gliding for what must’ve been hours (but was really only 15 minutes, Petrichor tends to be impatient) Petrichor noticed a strange, suspicious smell…salty. Squinting as hard as she could, she looked far off into the distance..and sure enough, she could see a thin blue line marking the edge of the ocean and the end of the endless canyons. Water! I’m saved! She thought at first, until she remembered one particularly important detail…the ocean was poisoned. Petrichor groaned . Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, now I’m stuck between poisonous ocean or endless canyons. Great. Either way, she turned towards the distant salty smell in hopes that she could find her way back to her own territory.
 

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