Cursed Waters- A Dragon RP

Don't you die on me! Don't you die on me!! *attempting cpr*
Ack!! *comes back from the dead*
He let out a breath of relief. “Oh, good. No, of course I’m not with Apollyon.” He said, steam rising off his scales where the rain hit.
He gave an uneasy smile. “I’m Wetstar. And.. I suggest against you ever touching me..”


when the clones went doughnut-
(Wetstar… lol)

Pandion stared at Westar for a moment, “I once saw an Aerattl wyrm like you… She didn’t live much longer after that. Some cruel dragons deemed her too dangerous to have around..“ She shuddered.. “I’m glad Apollyon doesn’t have you in his grasp. Imagine what awful things he could achieve using you,” she said, mostly to herself.

A red and white Enfernae flew over from the battlefield, heading towards Pandion, Ace, and the blue dragon with a dangerous-looking expression. “Westar!” She called, landing next to him. “Why aren’t you out fighting?”
Westar grimaced. “Ah, man, Onyx- I.. you know I can’t hurt other dragons. I just can’t!”

Her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of movement from above, and she bristled her feathers, shifting into a fighting stance in front of Ace as the red and white dragoness alighted next to Westar. Cyclones! Another dragon?! She thought, her tail lashing as the Enfernae(s?) conversed.

@Blue Raptor
 
Ack!! *comes back from the dead*

(Wetstar… lol)
:gig
I didn’t even know if spelled it wrong. 😂
Pandion stared at Westar for a moment, “I once saw an Aerattl wyrm like you… She didn’t live much longer after that. Some cruel dragons deemed her too dangerous to have around..“ She shuddered.. “I’m glad Apollyon doesn’t have you in his grasp. Imagine what awful things he could achieve using you,” she said, mostly to herself.
Westar shuddered, his chest tightening fearfully as he remembered the feeling when Apollyon had snuck up on him in the dark hallway and locked him in a room with the coldly calm- clone? The dragon named Flint had seemed too intelligent to be a mere clone.
“Yeah.. uh, good thing.” He said nervously.

Her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of movement from above, and she bristled her feathers, shifting into a fighting stance in front of Ace as the red and white dragoness alighted next to Westar. Cyclones! Another dragon?! She thought, her tail lashing as the Enfernae conversed.

@Blue Raptor
Onyx barely glanced over at Pandion as she watched her bristle. “Calm down featherbag.” She snorted disdainfully. “I’m not after your- whatever that is.” She said, eyeing Ace.
“Westar, come on. You’re the most powerful dragon on this mountain. How could you just SIT here and do nothing?!”
“Well- look, the Enfernae and other have it under control!” He said, pointing to Apollyon’s surrounded troops.
Onyx snorted, unbelieving. “I’d bet a week of provisions he’s got something up his sleeve.” She hissed.
 
Basalt, furious that Apollyon had tricked him with a portal and equally filled with pain that made him feel like he was going to pass out of collapse any second, shakily got back up, calling out with a wavering voice for Kallitrax and Moss to surround the diminished clone army and keep several strong guards in the sky in case they tried to escape.
The fight had reached a lull by this point, and the Aerattl whisked restlessly in the air as the rock and fire dragons surrounded Apollyon’s troops and waited on their leaders.
The great red dragon straightened up a little as his amber eyes narrowed. If he was going to carry out the last part of his plan, he needed to do it right now. He needed to show these dragons of Draconat, once and for all, who he really was.

Suddenly each of the four monarches heard a *whoosh* simultaneously, and they felt themselves fall down and land on a cliff ledge near the high peak of the mountain. They saw Apollyon himself land on a ledge about ten feet above them.

"Basalt."
"Vixen."
"Current."
"Storm."
He said, addressing each one in turn.
 
@Anime2lover @the_peanut_coop
The great red dragon straightened up a little as his amber eyes narrowed. If he was going to carry out the last part of his plan, he needed to do it right now. He needed to show these dragons of Draconat, once and for all, who he really was.

Suddenly each of the four monarches heard a *whoosh* simultaneously, and they felt themselves fall down and land on a cliff ledge near the high peak of the mountain. They saw Apollyon himself land on a ledge about ten feet above them.

"Basalt."
"Vixen."
"Current."
"Storm."
He said, addressing each one in turn.
Basalt landed with a rough thump on the rock ledge and grunted, once again struggling to stand up as his brown eyes flashed with pain and anger.
“What the blazes are you- rrgh.. trying to accomplish?” He said as he lifted his wings in the air for balance.

Current landed slightly too close to the edge and scrabbled for purchase, making her way next to Basalt and staring at Apollyon with uneasy eyes.
She’d surrendered to him.
She felt almost as bad as Vixen had when she’d communicated the the Monarches about her surrender. What kind of a leader really did that? Apparently her. She flattened her ears.
 
Basalt, furious that Apollyon had tricked him with a portal and equally filled with pain that made him feel like he was going to pass out of collapse any second, shakily got back up, calling out with a wavering voice for Kallitrax and Moss to surround the diminished clone army and keep several strong guards in the sky in case they tried to escape.
The fight had reached a lull by this point, and the Aerattl whisked restlessly in the air as the rock and fire dragons surrounded Apollyon’s troops and waited on their leaders.
Kallitrax did as he was told, even as Basalt was whisked away to a rock ledge with the other monarches. He fiercely wanted to be next to his leader, especially in his condition, to protect them all from the evil tyrant before them. But deep down he knew he was nothing special, he would never be able to defeat Apollyon alone. But maybe, just maybe the monarches could. Kallitrax did his best to keep the soldiers at the ready, as it seemed the battle might start up in full force shortly.
 
Kallitrax did as he was told, even as Basalt was whisked away to a rock ledge with the other monarches. He fiercely wanted to be next to his leader, especially in his condition, to protect them all from the evil tyrant before them. But deep down he knew he was nothing special, he would never be able to defeat Apollyon alone. But maybe, just maybe the monarches could. Kallitrax did his best to keep the soldiers at the ready, as it seemed the battle might start up in full force shortly.
You underestimate your power. *steeples fingers and looks down nose with a wise look*
 

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