Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

He slipped in through a side passage and somehow, through the winding corridors, found his way to the Great Hall. On the far end were the doors to the throne room.

Suddenly Ocavo stiffened he heard deep voices rumbling from the other side of the door like distant thunder. Little by little the voices started to grow louder and more adamant. There were several pauses sprinkled out but usually the talking resumed. The Imago recognized Flint's voice, but not the other's.

At this point they were nearly shouting at each other. Ocavo could almost make out what they were saying.
Then- dead silence.

He heard a few more muffled words.
Then silence again.

Then he heard the possessor of the unfamiliar voice roar something and made a noise like standing up after having been seated.

The two dragons walked toward the door and Ocavo scrambled to get out of the way.
The doors slammed open as Flint and a huge green Solosis walked out. They saw Ocavo standing to the side and Flint motioned towards him. Both dragons sank on one knee in front of Ocavo.

"Lord Ocavo." The Solosis began.

"You can't bow to m-" Ocavo started in alarm

"We have denied, forsaken, and destroyed our oath of fealty to Apollyon." The green dragon continued in spite of the Enferna's protests. Flint looked up, and so did he.

"We are yours to command, my lord." Tank said, and Ocavo caught the faintest gleam of a twinkle in Flint's eye.
 
Tide looked back up at her incredulously. “What’s my point?? Your serving a murderer!” She growled. “And your fine with that? I’m surprised no one else in your army has realized this! Why does Apollyon want to take over the world? Why does he have to be in charge? Why can’t he just live peacefully? Why should he be the only Monarche? The Tribes were perfectly happy before then!”

Current had kept her guard up now that several small fights had made their way towards the bottom of the mountain. Catching her eye were two blue dragons- out of sorts among the black-scaled ones, fighting near the pines. They suddenly stopped, and Current was worried that the defending dragon might be hurt. “I have to go for a moment,” Current said softly to Ace. “Will you be alright by yourself?”

Zephyr squinted, and spotted the Royal Guards in the midst of the fight. “There.” She said, pointing them out to Swift. “They’ll be protecting the Monarche, let’s go.” She flew quickly over towards their position.
*azira glanced up toward where apollyon, she never knew when he was watching or listening. but now she knew at least he couldn't see what she was doing. not without the watchstone.*

Azira: You don't know the half of it. Nor what he does to defectors. He controls us in more ways then just physically. *she was referring to the thorough mental and physical, and even emotional torment that each of them had to go through. As well as the pain he's put through defectors in the past. It was to the point that they never wished to be born.*
 
*azira glanced up toward where apollyon, she never knew when he was watching or listening. but now she knew at least he couldn't see what she was doing. not without the watchstone.*

Azira: You don't know the half of it. Nor what he does to defectors. He controls us in more ways then just physically. *she was referring to the thorough mental and physical, and even emotional torment that each of them had to go through. As well as the pain he's put through defectors in the past. It was to the point that they never wished to be born.*
“Then why?” Tide asked simply. “Why are you following him? Everything he’s doing benefits himself anyway, not you! Not anyone.”
Suddenly, a another Aquation flew up, snarling roughly at Azira, but Tide jumped up to intercept her. “Wait! Wait! We’re talking!” “To the enemy?” The new arrival said, staring at the Inner Ring dragon. Azira could tell that this dragon was much older than the one planted between them. The older dragon looked down at Tide. “Oh, it’s you?” She said, and Tide’s eyes widened. “Monarche Current?” She said, surprised.
 
“Then why?” Tide asked simply. “Why are you following him? Everything he’s doing benefits himself anyway, not you! Not anyone.”
Suddenly, a another Aquation flew up, snarling roughly at Azira, but Tide jumped up to intercept her. “Wait! Wait! We’re talking!” “To the enemy?” The new arrival said, staring at the Inner Ring dragon. Azira could tell that this dragon was much older than the one planted between them. The older dragon looked down at Tide. “Oh, it’s you?” She said, and Tide’s eyes widened. “Monarche Current?” She said, surprised.
*azira looked over at Current as she approached.*

Azira; didn't you head home to aquation.
 
The doors slammed open as Flint and a huge green Solosis walked out. They saw Ocavo standing to the side and Flint motioned towards him. Both dragons sank on one knee in front of Ocavo.

"Lord Ocavo." The Solosis began.

"You can't bow to m-" Ocavo started in alarm

"We have denied, forsaken, and destroyed our oath of fealty to Apollyon." The green dragon continued in spite of the Enferna's protests. Flint looked up, and so did he.

"We are yours to command, my lord." Tank said, and Ocavo caught the faintest gleam of a twinkle in Flint's eye.
Ocavo grasped the Solosis' talon and pulled him up. "What is your name?" He asked.

"Tank, my lord." He said expressionlessly.

Ocavo froze. His mind raced. This was Tank?? Moss's murderer?! No, it couldn't be. NO.
 
Vren flew into the Battle, flying straight over two blue dragons who looked alike and an Enfernae, He heard something anout the aquations but soon got too far way hear anything.


Enther slashed his talons across a clones face, leaving long jagged marks, he rammed into the dragon and dislocated his wing, letting the hopeless clone fall to his death. Enther had realized something early on in the fight. The clones seemed almost…..mindless. All they wanted was death and power and to please their master, Apollyon, no real emotions. It made killing then only slightly easier.

Marsh spewed mud into the eyes of his attackers, he’d joined a group of Solosis who took after the way Monarche Storm fought. Targeting a handful of dragons and taking them down one by one. He saw Zephyr fly by and tried to hide his face, he didn’t want to be interrogated about sneaking around Cloud City.


Kallitrax hovered in the air, catching his breath. The clones were strong, but the dragons He fought with were stronger in both spirit and strength. He spotted monarche basalt in the distance and noticed with relief that ace wasn’t with him, he wondered where he’d put the little pupa. He glanced around and saw Monarche current down below, a tiny blue speck. Alongside…. One of Apollyons soldiers?!?
 

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