Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

[Anime2lover]

Vixen looked to Rowan, who had been distracted by a bug who had crept into his armor. (@Little Baby Bean )
"I don't want to hurt Rowan again..." Vixen said, lowering her voice. "But I don't know anyone else who would try to stand up to her.

Mao: he is pretty brave for trying it alone.

 

[Blue Raptor]

"Good Idea!" He called back. "We'll just have to get permission from mother to cross the boarder!" Then he walked along side her, allowing her to catch up as they neared a brilliant orange patch of seaweed. He began picking up some but left tide room to roll around in it if she chose.

Tide wiggled around in the seaweed, sighing in pleasure at the sliminess.
(Wait Whisp can’t ‘walk’)

 

[Blue Raptor]

(Hope nobody minds me jumping back in )



"Here, father." The strangely familiar Imago replied.

"I'm sorry, I guess I just had too much energy to burn. Forgive me."


"Thank you, father. I hope so as well." Moss replied.


"Oh, I'm sorry ma'm, didn't see you there." Moss stepped out of a passageway. "Welcome to The Great Cave. Yes, I'm actually the monarche's son. I'll take you to him. Follow me." He started walking down the hallway where Basalt had gone.

"Aerattl?" He asked curiously. "What brings you here?"

(Thank you, welcome!)
Zephyr spotted the Imago. She could tell by his new scales that he hadn’t been an Imago long. “Oh, the Monarche’s son?” She said curiously, “I forgot he had one,” She followed Moss down the hallway. “Yes, I am Zephyr, Monarche Storm’s advisor. We haven’t seen the Solosis territory for a long time, so I came to pay my respects to the Monarche and see how he is.” She paused a moment, trying to strike up a conversation; “so when did you become an Imago?”

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Tide wiggled around in the seaweed, sighing in pleasure at the sliminess.
(Wait Whisp can’t ‘walk’)

He's drifting-ish. you know what I mean. Imagine a long dragon walking and then take away the legs.

 

[Bakbuk]

(Thank you, welcome!)
Zephyr spotted the Imago. She could tell by his new scales that he hadn’t been an Imago long. “Oh, the Monarche’s son?” She said curiously, “I forgot he had one,” She followed Moss down the hallway. “Yes, I am Zephyr, Monarche Storm’s advisor. We haven’t seen the Solosis territory for a long time, so I came to pay my respects to the Monarche and see how he is.” She paused a moment, trying to strike up a conversation; “so when did you become an Imago?”

"Oh, ok." He said. "Welcome!"

"I became an Imago two days ago. It was a very- shall we say- "shattering" experience." The young dragon said. Little did Zephyr know just how traumatizing it was for him.

 

[Bakbuk]

Name: Flint
Gender: Male
Tribe: hasn't really socialized with other dragons in a long time, but he's technically an Enfernae.
Role: Imago
Looks: Quite large, pitch black with a single blood red stripe running down his back. Six legs, large wings, sleek but very strong. A trained fighter.
Mate: None, he's never been interested.
Anything else: always tries to be nice and considerate, VERY polite, and just a peaceful, persoable dragon in general. He wants dragons to like him. Behind all that niceness and wonderful personality, sometimes when he's thinking to himself there's a strange gleam in his eye that makes you shudder and wonder if he is really all that he seems.

 

[Bakbuk]

@the_peanut_coop @Blue Raptor

 

[Blue Raptor]

"Oh, ok." He said. "Welcome!"

"I became an Imago two days ago. It was a very- shall we say- "shattering" experience." The young dragon said. Little did Zephyr know just how traumatizing it was for him.

“Good for you,” she said respectively. “And how is your father?”

 

[Bakbuk]

“Good for you,” she said respectively. “And how is your father?”

"Thank you. He's doing well. In fact, he just appointed a new advisor yesterday, and a somewhat surprising choice too. I hope it turns out well."

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Name: Vincent
Gender: Male
Tribe: hasn't really socialized with other dragons in a long time, but he's technically an Enfernae.
Role: Imago
Looks: Quite large, pitch black with a single blood red stripe running down his back. Six legs, large wings, sleek but very strong. A trained fighter.
Mate: None, he's never been interested.
Anything else: always tries to be nice and considerate, VERY polite, and just a peaceful, persoable dragon in general. He wants dragons to like him. Behind all that niceness and wonderful personality, sometimes when he's thinking to himself there's a strange gleam in his eye that makes you shudder and wonder if he is really all that he seems.

(I'll have to refuse. Vincent is the name of the man I fell in love with once)
( If you want to put me through the pain then approved)