Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

Westar turned a startled face towards Blaze. “I- I- uh-“ “It’s okay, I’ll tell him.” Onyx said, sighing again. “You know Apollyon- the dragon that is trying to basically take over Draconat?”
*blaze gave her a quizzical look.*

Blaze: we rarely contact outsiders, so no I do not.
 
*blaze gave her a quizzical look.*

Blaze: we rarely contact outsiders, so no I do not.
“Well, he's already taken over the Tallcanyon House- and all of Enfernae. I- we- he’s taken over the Praline Pavilion, Aquation. The Great Cave and Solosis are being overrun as we speak, and last on the list is Aerattl. Which is soon be be invaded.” Onyx was keeping her eye averted strangely as she spoke. “The subtribes we’re last.”
 
“Well, he's already taken over the Tallcanyon House- and all of Enfernae. I- we- he’s taken over the Praline Pavilion, Aquation. The Great Cave and Solosis are being overrun as we speak, and last on the list is Aerattl. Which is soon be be invaded.” Onyx was keeping her eye averted strangely as she spoke. “The subtribes we’re last.”
Blaze: weren't the tribes at peace? Why cause war when there was no need? *he had fought with the other subtribes before, but nothing serious ever really came of it.*
 
Blaze: weren't the tribes at peace? Why cause war when there was no need? *he had fought with the other subtribes before, but nothing serious ever really came of it.*
“They were- but Apollyon thinks they aren’t. He’s trying to unite them with himself as Monarche of all Draconat. It’s about power, really.” Onyx shuffled her claws. “Anyway, I- uh, work. For him. Westar followed me to Mount Nassir, in the Ash-Rock Range, and got caught by Apollyon himself. After he left, I lured Flint away by telling them to attack Aerattl. They’re well-protected though, and the clones will fail without Apollyon’s help.” Westar’s eyes were wide. “So that’s why the black dragon left? You distracted him?” Onyx’s eye brightened as she looked at him. “Yes. I had to pretend to betray you and drag you around so that Flint wouldn’t suspect me.” Westar’s ears flattened. “But won’t you get caught?” He asked her, worried. Onyx thought for a moment, then held out her right forearm. “No. Burn me.” She told him. Westar yelped as her talon shot toward him.
 
“They were- but Apollyon thinks they aren’t. He’s trying to unite them with himself as Monarche of all Draconat. It’s about power, really.” Onyx shuffled her claws. “Anyway, I- uh, work. For him. Westar followed me to Mount Nassir, in the Ash-Rock Range, and got caught by Apollyon himself. After he left, I lured Flint away by telling them to attack Aerattl. They’re well-protected though, and the clones will fail without Apollyon’s help.” Westar’s eyes were wide. “So that’s why the black dragon left? You distracted him?” Onyx’s eye brightened as she looked at him. “Yes. I had to pretend to betray you and drag you around so that Flint wouldn’t suspect me.” Westar’s ears flattened. “But won’t you get caught?” He asked her, worried. Onyx thought for a moment, then held out her right forearm. “No. Burn me.” She told him. Westar yelped as her talon shot toward him.
“What? No!” The dark blue dragon cried. “I don't purposely burn dragons! That’s terrible!” Onyx continued to hold out her arm. “Exactly. I need to make it look like you escaped.” Westar sat frozen, staring at her outstretched talon. Onyx rolled her eyes. “Think of it this way,” She said. “I’ll be hurt worse if you don’t burn me right now.” Westar tentatively reached out- shutting his eyes tight and turning his head away- and grabbed her arm. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as Onyx jerked away, her face contorted with pain. Westar gasped, and jumped away from the ledge, flying away. Blaze watched on with horror as Onyx’s scales smoked and blistered. Onyx roared. “W- why didn’t I d- do this near water..” She griped, and edge of pain in her voice.
 
“What? No!” The dark blue dragon cried. “I don't purposely burn dragons! That’s terrible!” Onyx continued to hold out her arm. “Exactly. I need to make it look like you escaped.” Westar sat frozen, staring at her outstretched talon. Onyx rolled her eyes. “Think of it this way,” She said. “I’ll be hurt worse if you don’t burn me right now.” Westar tentatively reached out- shutting his eyes tight and turning his head away- and grabbed her arm. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as Onyx jerked away, her face contorted with pain. Westar gasped, and jumped away from the ledge, flying away. Blaze watched on with horror as Onyx’s scales smoked and blistered. Onyx roared. “W- why didn’t I d- do this near water..” She griped, and edge of pain in her voice.
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Onyx shot into the air, feeling faint as her arm seared with pain. She panted and flew back to the mountain as fast as she could. As she flew, she tore the bandage off her face- exposing the burn scar from the Aquation/ Enfernae she had faced. The red scales around her eye were replaced by pale pink scar tissue, and her once-bright emerald eye was now pale and unseeing. The wind upon her face was relieving, but did nothing to help the new talon-shaped burn on her arm. She went to the main entrance of Mount Nassir, and opened the door feebly. “H- help!” She called to the guards, not faking the agony written on her face. “Th- the fire-scaled dragon has escaped!”
 
Blaze: weren't the tribes at peace? Why cause war when there was no need? *he had fought with the other subtribes before, but nothing serious ever really came of it.*
After watching Onyx leave, Westar flew back to Blaze. “What have I done?” He wavered, tears in his eyes. “I’ve never hurt a dragon before- it’s, it’s a terrible thing to see..”
 
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Onyx shot into the air, feeling faint as her arm seared with pain. She panted and flew back to the mountain as fast as she could. As she flew, she tore the bandage off her face- exposing the burn scar from the Aquation/ Enfernae she had faced. The red scales around her eye were replaced by pale pink scar tissue, and her once-bright emerald eye was now pale and unseeing. The wind upon her face was relieving, but did nothing to help the new talon-shaped burn on her arm. She went to the main entrance of Mount Nassir, and opened the door feebly. “H- help!” She called to the guards, not faking the agony written on her face. “Th- the fire-scaled dragon has escaped!”
"Quick, get her to doctor Merin!" One of the guards yelled as orders were being shouted around and guards were scurrying everywhere. They got here onto a stretcher and soon she was in the lab where Merin was doing a few procedures to soothe the burning and help it heal. Fifteen minutes later, it felt a good deal better.
 
"Quick, get her to doctor Merin!" One of the guards yelled as orders were being shouted around and guards were scurrying everywhere. They got here onto a stretcher and soon she was in the lab where Merin was doing a few procedures to soothe the burning and help it heal. Fifteen minutes later, it felt a good deal better.
Onyx sat in the lab, looking at the talonprint on her arm. “He began flying towards Solosis.” She told the doctor. “Strange, but he was probably in a panic. He has about a 20 minute head start, and if he hasn’t hidden them the guards can catch up to him. You can instruct them to pursue him. He’s a valuable asset.” She told Merin.
 
Tank landed heavily in front of them, the clones following behind. "What is this?" He asked menacingly. He glanced over at Current. He didn't say anything, but the look he gave her when they locked eye contact spoke volumes. Basically, the message was "Stay out of this or get killed." He turned back to Kallitrax.

Current’s face stayed blank of emotion as she stared down her nose at Tank. Her expression clearly said that he had no authority over her. She spoke up for Kallitrax; “You are Enfernae. You have no right nor rule here. Monarche Basalt runs his kingdom justly, and doesn’t need anyone to take the hand of power from him when the tribe is at peace. Because of the kind sacrifices Solosis has offered me, I will stand beside my fellow dragons against your power-thirsty tyrant. We are not scared to fight a force that attempts to make war. Leave. Now.” Current spoke with a commanding voice.

"You have no authority here, Aquation." Tank growled. "This land does not belong to you, nor this city. And it never will." Tank said, subtly implying that Current might simply be "helping" Solosis solely for her own personal gain.

He turned back to Kallitrax. "You do not fear. How noble of you.
But how utterly foolhardy. You would throw away your lives for a burning pile of rocks." He shook his head.
"I give you a chance to save yourselves and your families. Go now, and your lives are yours."
Kallitrax snarled, his normally calm crimson eyes deepening with rage. “ We would rather die then lose Solosis to a slimy worm like Apollyon, unworthy of the title “dragon”.” He replied, his voice trembling with anger. “ are you with me?” He asked the group of Solosis behind him, hearing an uproar of “we’re with you” as his response. Kallitrax stepped forward, turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder and gave an order that would determine whether he lived or died. “ Soldiers……ATTACK! Smash their brittle bones to pieces!” He shouted.
Kallitrax swung his tail around and it collided with tanks jaw, sending a loud “ CRACK” through the air as his jaw become dislocated. As the army rushed forward and started to ram the invading infernae, Kallitrax gave a blood curdling battle roar.
 

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