Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

Vixen sighed, shooing away the guards that had been nagging her about her wellfare. "I promise you, I am fine! Draconat must be protected, and you musn't fuss over me. Go join a patrol." She ordered. She wished that she could do something more, but she had no experience whatsoever, because she had lived in the palace her entire life.
*Mao saw her and walked over.*

Mao: do you want to come scout with us??
 
He flapped them a few times just to get limbered up. The young dragon felt ready. He leapt out over the shaft and flapped as hard as he could. He crashed on the other side and breathed a sigh of relief.

Moss looked around. Why did this place seem familiar? Surely he had never been here before. but something about the rocks... and the shaft.. and that oddly familiar smell... Hmm. Oh well. He had to keep going.
Moss followed the hallway for a minute. It was going up. Soon he entered a good-sized room. The odor he smelled before became more pungent, hitting him like a wave. He looked around and then his memory snapped into place (unlike a few of his bones at the moment). It was the cave. The room. The tunnel. The shaft. The Great Abyss. The centipede. THE CENTIPEDE!! The young imago nearly screamed with terror. So that was what that smell was. He needed to leave. Now.
He limped through the room as fast as he could go, smashing open the blocked entrance in a fear-driven burst of power, and rolled out into the bright sunlight, groaning softly. His eyes were blinded by so much light! He needed to wait to get acclimated before moving on.
 
*Mao saw her and walked over.*

Mao: do you want to come scout with us??
Vixen looked around. "Me? I, Uh..." She paused for a few moments, a redder flush of embarrasment filling her cheeks. "I don't know how, or even what that means." She whispered.
 
Vixen looked around. "Me? I, Uh..." She paused for a few moments, a redder flush of embarrasment filling her cheeks. "I don't know how, or even what that means." She whispered.
Mao: yea, if your up for a disguise, it could be a good experience given what's happening. *he stated calmly.* when scouting, your job is simply to gather information or look for safe routes ahead of any group your traveling with.
 
Apollyon walked over to Current, Kallitrax, and Accel. "Ah, Current." He said. "How odd to find an Aquation so far from water. Especially after how well it has been cured and cleansed."
Kallitrax listened to the conversation, his senses sharp and aware. He glanced backwards as current replied, making certain no one was around to attack from behind. Then he fixed his gaze on Apollyon.
 
Current pulled her neck back and squared she shoulders. She kept her expression neutral. “And how odd to find an Enfernae-“ she circled her head around, looking at the clone army. “More or less, here in the rocky Solosis. Can we not coexist? That’s your point here..isn't it?” She raised an eyebrow skeptically, though on the inside she was still in turmoil about how Apollyon had cured the waters, she was only fighting for the Solosis on Basalt’s behalf. She was still conflicted on whether Apollyon was really the bad guy
or not.
Apollyon ignored Current's comment and slowly turned to look at all the injured dragons, then back across the little Solosis strike force. His gaze swept the whole scene. "What is this?" He demanded.
 
Moss followed the hallway for a minute. It was going up. Soon he entered a good-sized room. The odor he smelled before became more pungent, hitting him like a wave. He looked around and then his memory snapped into place (unlike a few of his bones at the moment). It was the cave. The room. The tunnel. The shaft. The Great Abyss. The centipede. THE CENTIPEDE!! The young imago nearly screamed with terror. So that was what that smell was. He needed to leave. Now.
He limped through the room as fast as he could go, smashing open the blocked entrance in a fear-driven burst of power, and rolled out into the bright sunlight, groaning softly. His eyes were blinded by so much light! He needed to wait to get acclimated before moving on.
Moss opened his eyes a few minutes later. He groaned again and dragged himself off towards the nearest Enfernae town. It wouldn't be far.
 
Apollyon ignored Current's comment and slowly turned to look at all the injured dragons, then back across the little Solosis strike force. His gaze swept the whole scene. "What is this?" He demanded.
Accel: isn't it obvious, we're defending our home from you invaders! That's what this is. *he said with a growl.*

*shilah had heard her father talking to someone from some distance away and headed that way. Sue didn't yet know that they met up with the invaders yet.*
 
Accel: isn't it obvious, we're defending our home from you invaders! That's what this is. *he said with a growl.*

*shilah had heard her father talking to someone from some distance away and headed that way. Sue didn't yet know that they met up with the invaders yet.*
"I see." His deep voice rumbled ominously.

"But how strange a "protection". Destroying your own homes and murdering your own brethren (granted, some by accident). Turning on your own tribe and bringing ruin to this city. Do you DARE to propose that it is I that did this? I think not." He growled challengingly.
 

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