Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Eclipse saw the faces of several different humans appear on the large, flat windows that surrounded the arena, as well as another one that had what looked like writing on it. She glanced around at the weird images and noticed the human she had seen with Sol earlier that day displayed one of them. The next few moments passed uneventfully, but disturbing all the same. The loud voice continued shouting excitedly over the area, often repeating itself and the writing on the window shifted. She wasn't sure what the humans were watching more by this point--her or the displays. Finally, the loud voice gave one last excited shout and the screens all shifted again. The scavengers around Eclipse barked something harsh and began prodding her back the way she'd come. She glared viciously at one of the closer ones. What was the point of all that? She thought bitterly at the haughty little creature. Just drag me out here, put me on display, and yell at me? I would almost have rather fought. Another human jabbed her in the side, sending more pain shooting through her already aching body.
That does it. Fear aside, Eclipse lunged at one of the creatures with a loud snarl. The human scrambled backwards with a yelp, waving its metal prod at her uselessly. She swatted the metal rod away and slashed, her claws catching the thing in the leg and sending it tumbling over the ground. She was about to pounce on it and prepare to tear it to shreds when more of the jolting pain tore through her body, and she stumbled and collapsed with a yelp. One of the humans grabbed ahold of one of her horns and yanked her head sideways back towards the door, stabbing the rod into her side over and over. Her mind blurred from the pain, Eclipse was hardly even aware of the short trip back to the enclosure and then into her cage again, once more on the back of one of the transports. She curled on the hard metal floor exhausted.
Why are these creatures even the way they are? All this useless moving around and stabbing and yelling. They must have sand for brains.
The transport rolled out again to the somewhat open air of the rest of the Den. The sky was much darker now, painted with brilliant streaks of indigo and gold. Eclipse glanced back at the arena, where she could still hear the loud voice echoing and the excited cheering of the crowd. She closed her eyes and tucked her snout beneath the fold of her wing, her mind drifting once again back to the island. She wondered if, between all the short events, she would ever think about anything else in this horrid place. It was a sobering thought--that she might be here forever, always remembering the one thing that she truly cared about. It wasn't even until that moment, while she ran through all the possible other things she might have to think--such as the others--that she realized she had finally killed the Nightwing who had haunted her life for so long. Now, without that mission constantly taking her all over the continent, she would have more time to maybe spend on the island, and maybe even explore further, all of it with the dragon she loved most right by her side. But she couldn't. Because she had spent all this time chasing one stupid Nightwing, only to end up here. It felt like a waste.
Eclipse curled up tighter, sinking deeper into these thoughts as the transport continued through the twisting streets of the Scorpion Den, which would soon become her only home.

Roe elbowed Tobias with a smile. "You were right." The crowd had cheered wildly when the LunarWing fought, a medic team now rushing out to the wounded man.
Tobias seemed in a daze as he nodded, standing, then sitting down immediately. "Gosh, I feel like I should go check on Sol."
"You trust him." Roe said quietly. "He knows what he is doing."

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Roe elbowed Tobias with a smile. "You were right." The crowd had cheered wildly when the LunarWing fought, a medic team now rushing out to the wounded man.
Tobias seemed in a daze as he nodded, standing, then sitting down immediately. "Gosh, I feel like I should go check on Sol."
"You trust him." Roe said quietly. "He knows what he is doing."

*Me editing "he's" to "he is" because I dare not let Roe use a contradiction, and my brain is falling apart at an unbelievably concerning rate*

K FINE, ILL GO WRITE SOLS POV, CHILL OUT.



GOSH.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Three rounds came and went quickly.
Sol watched the first two excitedly, doing a few final warm-ups as the third round commenced.
The third round ended, and as the cleanup crew swept through the arena, Sol positioned himself at the door, listening closely to the announcer.
"Aaaand here we go, round four. Pin Stripe and Harley's Racing Thunder verses Tobais' Sol."
The door opened immediately and Sol trotted out, holding his head high as he squinted across the arena at his opponent.
Shouts and cheers rang out, the numbers on the screen above rapidly increasing as bets were placed and raised.
This was the SandWing Rally- but SolarWings and SandWing/SolarWing hybrids were permitted to compete, so long as they inherited a distinct trait from either breed.
Sol was paired against a large MudWing x SandWing hybrid, bred for size and poison.
Sol gave the crowd an arrogant smile as the hybrid charged towards him. It was quite a distance from either side of the arena, and Sol figured he'd let the dragon waste his energy.
He took a few smooth stride towards the hybrid, sidestepping a hard left as the massive dragon lunged at him.
The dragon threw his wing out at the last moment, catching Sol's chest and throwing him to the ground. Sol rolled, scrambling to stay on his feet as the hybrids tail plunged into the sand where he had just fallen.
The hybrid's tail came down once again as Sol sidestepped clumsily, the barb cutting into Sol's folded right wing.
Sol snarled then faked left, leaping onto the dragon and tearing his talons down the dragons wings.
The hybrid roared, his tail clipping Sol's right flank as he spun, rolling.
Sol leapt off before the dragon hit the ground, blasting the hybrid with a long flume of fire.
The dragon hissed, leaping back, then charging Sol, his head slamming into Sol's chest.
Sol gasped as he stumbled back, the hybrids claws closing around his throat as he fell to the ground.
The dragon raised his tail, the sharp poison barb shining. Sol thrashed, feeling his scales heat up considerably fast. He arched his back under the dragons weight, his eyes wide as the hybrids tail zipped through the air, aimed at his heart.
Sol's tail hooked around the hybrid's, redirecting it every so slightly. The dragon gasped as his own tail connected with his spine.
Sol pushed him off as the hybrid twitched, his neck having snapped from the impact.
The crowd cheered as Sol panted, walking towards the exit, then picking his pace up to a lope, his wing and flank tingling as the poison saturated in the wound.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Three rounds came and went quickly.
Sol watched the first two excitedly, doing a few final warm-ups as the third round commenced.
The third round ended, and as the cleanup crew swept through the arena, Sol positioned himself at the door, listening closely to the announcer.
"Aaaand here we go, round four. Pin Stripe and Harley's Racing Thunder verses Tobais' Sol."
The door opened immediately and Sol trotted out, holding his head high as he squinted across the arena at his opponent.
Shouts and cheers rang out, the numbers on the screen above rapidly increasing as bets were placed and raised.
This was the SandWing Rally- but SolarWings and SandWing/SolarWing hybrids were permitted to compete, so long as they inherited a distinct trait from either breed.
Sol was paired against a large MudWing x SandWing hybrid, bred for size and poison.
Sol gave the crowd an arrogant smile as the hybrid charged towards him. It was quite a distance from either side of the arena, and Sol figured he'd let the dragon waste his energy.
He took a few smooth stride towards the hybrid, sidestepping a hard left as the massive dragon lunged at him.
The dragon threw his wing out at the last moment, catching Sol's chest and throwing him to the ground. Sol rolled, scrambling to stay on his feet as the hybrids tail plunged into the sand where he had just fallen.
The hybrid's tail came down once again as Sol sidestepped clumsily, the barb cutting into Sol's folded right wing.
Sol snarled then faked left, leaping onto the dragon and tearing his talons down the dragons wings.
The hybrid roared, his tail clipping Sol's right flank as he spun, rolling.
Sol leapt off before the dragon hit the ground, blasting the hybrid with a long flume of fire.
The dragon hissed, leaping back, then charging Sol, his head slamming into Sol's chest.
Sol gasped as he stumbled back, the hybrids claws closing around his throat as he fell to the ground.
The dragon raised his tail, the sharp poison barb shining. Sol thrashed, feeling his scales heat up considerably fast. He arched his back under the dragons weight, his eyes wide as the hybrids tail zipped through the air, aimed at his heart.
Sol's tail hooked around the hybrid's, redirecting it every so slightly. The dragon gasped as his own tail connected with his spine.
Sol pushed him off as the hybrid twitched, his neck having snapped from the impact.
The crowd cheered as Sol panted, walking towards the exit, then picking his pace up to a lope, his wing and flank tingling as the poison saturated in the wound.

Part two coming, but I'm watching Star Wars, and Jar Jar is ridiculously distracting.

 

[Yukiko]

Blackout heard a whoop in the background, and his celebration of freedom was cut short. Unaware of the Rainwing watching him from above, he whipped his head to look in the direction he heard the cry.
He brushed greenery aside as he quietly stepped through the jungle, avoiding twigs and things that would cause noise. His training in quiet movement was coming in handy. He knew his flapping wings would cause too much commotion, so as he approached closer to where he heard the call, he pulled his wings closer to his body and shrunk as much as possible.
He came to the edge of a small clearing where there was a pond, and his jaw almost dropped. The small human that had been in the group he had been fighting earlier was standing there, talking to an Icewing.
An ICEWING? His mind reeled slightly. Sure, now that wars were over and lines weren't as important anymore, it was more normal to find dragons out of their natural surroundings... but an Icewing?! On the edge of the desert? In the jungle?
That was a lot of warmth, even for a Nightwing. Blackout shuddered for the colder dragon who must be suffering in the sweltering heat.
He silently watched the two interacting. Suddenly, the dragon began drawing. As Blackout leaned in to hear the words, he realized they were talking about the Scorpion Den. The Icewing apparently had someone he needed to save.
"-Lunarwing? Moon dragon?"
Blackout's jaw really did open this time. He had seen not one, but two. This Icewing was looking for one of them.
Blackout shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. How could he look as non-threatening as possible?
He relaxed his wings, letting them sit at ease. They weren't tightly hugged to his body, but they weren't spread at all. He lifted his head a little, and stepped out of the trees, trying not to scare either of them.
"Hello?" He said carefully. "I'm sorry to eavesdrop, but I come from the Den. I mean- I ran from there. Well actually, I flew... I used to be part of the army, see, but then I left- wait, I meant- I'm not a deserter..." he trailed off, realizing he was rambling.
"Long story short, I decided I couldn't keep going there. So, I left, but not before a battle where I encountered a group that had two Lunarwings! They're so rare, that I assume one of them must be who you're looking for, hopefully! Well, not hopefully, because we don't want them in the Den, but at least then we'd know where your companion is..."
He stopped again.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly. "I guess even my words are realizing they're free now!" He gave an apologetic grin.
His mind flashed back to the small, wiry Lunarwing he had trapped earlier. He hoped the Icewing was there for her, because her desperately hopeless manner made him want her to have someone there for her.
And he didn't really want to go back to the Den, but if he found out that the Icewing wasn't going for her, then Blackout would. He wasn't leaving someone for gone, especially when they had no one.

Alyssia watched as Whitestar drew on the ground. Three circles...cities, eyes, moons? Her confusion was lifted as he blew ice on them, giving them a silvery color. Instantly, the image of the three moons came to her mind. She tried connecting the dragon and the moons, racking the knowledge of dragons she had learned in school. Moon dragons? She couldn't recall anything from her classes about it. Her head spun towards the sound of rustling and she gasped at the sight of one of the same dragons that had attacked her earlier. She looked him over and saw that he was standing non-threateningly. The dragon began to ramble on about something and she only caught a couple of words. His name was Blackout and he attacked them. She also heard the word Lunarwings and it dawned on her that that was what the moons meant. The silver dragon with the indigo eyes and the orange ring around one came to mind as she tried to listen to more. Once the nightwing finished, she smiled shyly. This one didn't seem to be trying to attack them. Maybe this one is different. Still skeptical, she looked at him, trying to lock eyes and answered, "Hi Blackout. Me Alyssia." Then, realization dawned on her about the lunarwing and she turned towards Whitestar again, ignoring the nightwing momentarily. "Whitestar! Lunarwing is silver? And eyes indigo blue?" She tried to think of something else specific about the silver dragon she had tried to protect. She pictured those eyes that she had stared into, trying to give reassurance in the middle of a battle. Suddenly it hit her, "Orange ring in eye." she said triumphantly. Maybe this is the dragon he's looking for.

 

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Blackout heard a whoop in the background, and his celebration of freedom was cut short. Unaware of the Rainwing watching him from above, he whipped his head to look in the direction he heard the cry.
He brushed greenery aside as he quietly stepped through the jungle, avoiding twigs and things that would cause noise. His training in quiet movement was coming in handy. He knew his flapping wings would cause too much commotion, so as he approached closer to where he heard the call, he pulled his wings closer to his body and shrunk as much as possible.
He came to the edge of a small clearing where there was a pond, and his jaw almost dropped. The small human that had been in the group he had been fighting earlier was standing there, talking to an Icewing.
An ICEWING? His mind reeled slightly. Sure, now that wars were over and lines weren't as important anymore, it was more normal to find dragons out of their natural surroundings... but an Icewing?! On the edge of the desert? In the jungle?
That was a lot of warmth, even for a Nightwing. Blackout shuddered for the colder dragon who must be suffering in the sweltering heat.
He silently watched the two interacting. Suddenly, the dragon began drawing. As Blackout leaned in to hear the words, he realized they were talking about the Scorpion Den. The Icewing apparently had someone he needed to save.
"-Lunarwing? Moon dragon?"
Blackout's jaw really did open this time. He had seen not one, but two. This Icewing was looking for one of them.
Blackout shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. How could he look as non-threatening as possible?
He relaxed his wings, letting them sit at ease. They weren't tightly hugged to his body, but they weren't spread at all. He lifted his head a little, and stepped out of the trees, trying not to scare either of them.
"Hello?" He said carefully. "I'm sorry to eavesdrop, but I come from the Den. I mean- I ran from there. Well actually, I flew... I used to be part of the army, see, but then I left- wait, I meant- I'm not a deserter..." he trailed off, realizing he was rambling.
"Long story short, I decided I couldn't keep going there. So, I left, but not before a battle where I encountered a group that had two Lunarwings! They're so rare, that I assume one of them must be who you're looking for, hopefully! Well, not hopefully, because we don't want them in the Den, but at least then we'd know where your companion is..."
He stopped again.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly. "I guess even my words are realizing they're free now!" He gave an apologetic grin.
His mind flashed back to the small, wiry Lunarwing he had trapped earlier. He hoped the Icewing was there for her, because her desperately hopeless manner made him want her to have someone there for her.
And he didn't really want to go back to the Den, but if he found out that the Icewing wasn't going for her, then Blackout would. He wasn't leaving someone for gone, especially when they had no one.

Alyssia watched as Whitestar drew on the ground. Three circles...cities, eyes, moons? Her confusion was lifted as he blew ice on them, giving them a silvery color. Instantly, the image of the three moons came to her mind. She tried connecting the dragon and the moons, racking the knowledge of dragons she had learned in school. Moon dragons? She couldn't recall anything from her classes about it. Her head spun towards the sound of rustling and she gasped at the sight of one of the same dragons that had attacked her earlier. She looked him over and saw that he was standing non-threateningly. The dragon began to ramble on about something and she only caught a couple of words. His name was Blackout and he attacked them. She also heard the word Lunarwings and it dawned on her that that was what the moons meant. The silver dragon with the indigo eyes and the orange ring around one came to mind as she tried to listen to more. Once the nightwing finished, she smiled shyly. This one didn't seem to be trying to attack them. Maybe this one is different. Still skeptical, she looked at him, trying to lock eyes and answered, "Hi Blackout. Me Alyssia." Then, realization dawned on her about the lunarwing and she turned towards Whitestar again, ignoring the nightwing momentarily. "Whitestar! Lunarwing is silver? And eyes indigo blue?" She tried to think of something else specific about the silver dragon she had tried to protect. She pictured those eyes that she had stared into, trying to give reassurance in the middle of a battle. Suddenly it hit her, "Orange ring in eye." she said triumphantly. Maybe this is the dragon he's looking for.

Whitestar was still reeling from the bombardment of information from the Nightwing when Alyssia piped up, adding to the sudden influx of things he was trying to run through his mind. He had his own questions that he wanted to ask, like, why was there a NIGHTWING telling him where the dragons were? He couldn't help but let the spikes alone his spine rise defensively at the sight of the black dragon. But the Nightwing had seen a--no--two Lunarwings. Good news, one of them was probably Eclipse. Bad news. It didn't sound like it was a battle they had won. But that aroused its own questions. Eclipse wasn't alone? She was with another Lunarwing... one of her own. He didn't dare think what that might mean.
He didn't have hardly any time to dwell on these thoughts, however, when Alyssia suddenly began chattering excitedly.
"Whitestar! Lunarwing is silver? And eyes indigo blue?" she paused a moment, thinking then she looked back toward him and gestured toward her eye looking triumphant. "Orange ring in eye."
Whitestar felt his breath catch in his throat. Both the Nightwing--Blackout apparently--and Alyssia had seen the same Lunarwing. She had definitely been through here, and the young Nightwing might even know how to get her out of The Den. He met Alyssia's gaze, trying to keep down his anxiety so as not to scare her.
"Yes," he said, his tail quivering with excitement. "The silver dragon, with the indigo eyes and the one gold ring. Her name is Eclipse." He turned toward Blackout. "I have to get her back. She's-" he paused a moment reevaluating his words. "She's a close friend of mine." he hesitated again. "Who... who specifically was she with? Who was the other Lunarwing?"

 

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Part two coming, but I'm watching Star Wars, and Jar Jar is ridiculously distracting.

Sorry I was gone so long, I couldn't get my dad off my back for like two hours and then my mom wanted to go to town @_-Captain BRM-_

 

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@_-Captain BRM-_ do you want me to rp Eclipse in Todias' lot before or after the next scene with Sol

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Three rounds came and went quickly.
Sol watched the first two excitedly, doing a few final warm-ups as the third round commenced.
The third round ended, and as the cleanup crew swept through the arena, Sol positioned himself at the door, listening closely to the announcer.
"Aaaand here we go, round four. Pin Stripe and Harley's Racing Thunder verses Tobais' Sol."
The door opened immediately and Sol trotted out, holding his head high as he squinted across the arena at his opponent.
Shouts and cheers rang out, the numbers on the screen above rapidly increasing as bets were placed and raised.
This was the SandWing Rally- but SolarWings and SandWing/SolarWing hybrids were permitted to compete, so long as they inherited a distinct trait from either breed.
Sol was paired against a large MudWing x SandWing hybrid, bred for size and poison.
Sol gave the crowd an arrogant smile as the hybrid charged towards him. It was quite a distance from either side of the arena, and Sol figured he'd let the dragon waste his energy.
He took a few smooth stride towards the hybrid, sidestepping a hard left as the massive dragon lunged at him.
The dragon threw his wing out at the last moment, catching Sol's chest and throwing him to the ground. Sol rolled, scrambling to stay on his feet as the hybrids tail plunged into the sand where he had just fallen.
The hybrid's tail came down once again as Sol sidestepped clumsily, the barb cutting into Sol's folded right wing.
Sol snarled then faked left, leaping onto the dragon and tearing his talons down the dragons wings.
The hybrid roared, his tail clipping Sol's right flank as he spun, rolling.
Sol leapt off before the dragon hit the ground, blasting the hybrid with a long flume of fire.
The dragon hissed, leaping back, then charging Sol, his head slamming into Sol's chest.
Sol gasped as he stumbled back, the hybrids claws closing around his throat as he fell to the ground.
The dragon raised his tail, the sharp poison barb shining. Sol thrashed, feeling his scales heat up considerably fast. He arched his back under the dragons weight, his eyes wide as the hybrids tail zipped through the air, aimed at his heart.
Sol's tail hooked around the hybrid's, redirecting it every so slightly. The dragon gasped as his own tail connected with his spine.
Sol pushed him off as the hybrid twitched, his neck having snapped from the impact.
The crowd cheered as Sol panted, walking towards the exit, then picking his pace up to a lope, his wing and flank tingling as the poison saturated in the wound.

Sol examined his wing, loud foot steps approaching.
Tobias slid into the room, tossing his hat to the ground and wordlessly scanning over Sol's wing and flank. After a minute, Tobias stumbled back against the wall, wiping his wrist across his sweating brow, leaning against the wall.
Sol leaned over and offered the man his hat.
Tobias took it, letting his arms drop to his sides. "Oh my gosh, oh my GOSH." Tobias shouted, breathing heavily. He shook his head, pushing himself off the wall. "Gosh, I hate this Sol, I hate this."
Sol swallowed, looking away. "Hey, Tobe, I'm fine, man."
"STUPID close, Sol, stupid close."
"I'm okay, August." Sol whispered, and Tobias' head jerked up at the sound of his name.
He sighed, running a shaking hand down Sol's neck.
Sol pulled his him closer with his head. "Thank you." He spoke quietly.
Tobias nodded, pulling away. "Keep your wings back as much as possible, they stab through that membrane and everything tears. How's your shoulder?"

Roe watched from her place in the stands, wondering if Tobias would return. It was refreshing to see another person caring so deeply for their dragons.
Wren made another half hearted lunge towards the popcorn, and Roe gently pulled her back, stroking the dragonet as the announcers voice echoed through the arena.
"For our last and final round, this years SandWing Rally last two competitors, we have Tobias' Sol," the crowd erupted, "and Double J's Sledge."
Wren shrunk back, the loud shouts overwhelming, her scales flashing bright green. Roe pulled her close, whispering softly.
A few moments passed, and a loud chant began. Wren stood up suddenly, balancing on her hind legs unsteadily. She fell back against Roe, who winced, gently lifting the dragonet and leaning forward. Wren tried to scramble back into the bag as the crowds chanting grew louder, but Roe held right, shushing the dragonet as the noise died down.
It happened surprisingly fast- all the sudden Sol was on the screen rolling through the sand, an enormous SandWing clinging to him as they tumbled.
A moment later Sol was up, blood dripping from his back left leg.
A lot of blood.
Roe pulled Wren close as Sol turned back, blasting fire at the wound to quickly cauterize the injury. Roe worried it wouldn't be enough, but the SandWing, who had been vibing with the crowd, had suddenly turned back, lifting into the sky, his back talons outstretched. Sol took a few quick steps back, obviously favoring his leg, then dropped.
The SandWing's back talon caught Sol's left wing, yanking the SolarWing up and into the air.
Roe bit her lip as Sol hung limply, the SandWing throwing him to the ground and landing nearby.
Sol leapt to his feet, then wheeled around, small whisps of steam issuing from his scales.
The SandWing raised his tail, charging Sol.
Roe jerked his gaze up to the screen, the dragons colliding once again, a mix of gold and red scales.
The crowd cheered nervously as the dragons tumbled through the sand, no one able to make sense of the quick movements. It went on for another minute- and Roe gasped, so tense she had forgotten to breath.
Wren backed quickly into Roe again, and this time Roe actually gagged, the pain in her stomach from that afternoon still sending a dull ache through her entire body.
She repositioned Wren in her arms, quicky lifting her gaze to the screen.
Both dragons now lay limply in the sand, the crowd silent. The camera angles grabbed a few different shots, Sol's leg staining the sand crimson, his neck and side also dripping blood. The SandWing's face was charred, and he lay unmoving in the sand, his entire body smoldering. The SandWing was dead. But Sol didn't appear to be any better off.
Roe moaned softly, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. The announcer was saying something- but Roe was in a daze, Wren seemed to feed off of her emotions, her scales shifting to a pale blue grey.
Suddenly the arena door slid open and a man sprinted out, heading straight for the limp SolarWing.
Roe stood, letting Wren clumsily scramble up her shoulder.

Tobias fell to the ground beside Sol, shaking his head slowly.
Sol heaved a strangled breath, his open eyes blinking repeatedly.
"Sol?" Tobias whispered, clearing his throat, "Sol." He reached out, immediately pulling his fingers back, Sol's scales still searing hot.
The red dragon shuddered, shaking at Tobias' quick touch. He lifted his head, and the crowd erupted.
"Sol. Sol, stand up." Tobias ordered shakily.
Sol moaned, turning onto his side.
"Sol, get up." Tobias repeated the order.
Sol obeyed, getting his back feet under him, his left wing completely wrenched out of socket.
Tobias reached out again, snapping his hand back quickly. He shoved his fingers into his mouth, burning his tounge, then wiped them against his pants, Sol still trying to stand.
The crowd had quieted considerably and Tobias turned back to wave off the medic crew, who froze, unsure of what to do next.
Sol suddenly stood, putting his front weight on his right wing, which shook unsteadily. He looked up, giving Tobias a weak grin.
The crowd clapped politely as Sol limped towards the exit, Tobias carefully positioning himself under his limp wing.

The moment they exited the arena, Sol faltered, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. He couldn't see. He couldn't make sense of anything. He could hardly breath, and that scared him badly as he gasped desperately. "Tobias-"
Tobias beckoned the medic crew as the doors shut, and he turned to Sol, grabbing the dragons neck and leaning his head against his friend. "God knows I nearly died running out there to you." He breathed.
Sol shook harder, seeing blurry shapes slowly gather around him.
"Tobe- Tobias.. oh... Tobe-.. bias." Sol repeated wildly, poison tingling painfully throughout his entire body.
"Good job, buddy." Tobias whispered, "You're doing a good job, buddy."
"I can't-" Sol gasped, "I can't... see."
Through all the dull throbbing Sol didn't think much of the sharp prick in the neck, but a moment later when he slid to the ground in a heap, the word steadily growing brighter, he realized what it was.
"You're doing a good job, pal. A good job." Tobias repeated.
Sol's eyes drooped shut before he was completely asleep, the words bouncing around his mind, "Good job, Sol."

(WHY'D THAT TAKE ME FORTY MINUTES TO WRITE, MAN?!

It happened *yay*)

 

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Sol examined his wing, loud foot steps approaching.
Tobias slid into the room, tossing his hat to the ground and wordlessly scanning over Sol's wing and flank. After a minute, Tobias stumbled back against the wall, wiping his wrist across his sweating brow, leaning against the wall.
Sol leaned over and offered the man his hat.
Tobias took it, letting his arms drop to his sides. "Oh my gosh, oh my GOSH." Tobias shouted, breathing heavily. He shook his head, pushing himself off the wall. "Gosh, I hate this Sol, I hate this."
Sol swallowed, looking away. "Hey, Tobe, I'm fine, man."
"STUPID close, Sol, stupid close."
"I'm okay, August." Sol whispered, and Tobias' head jerked up at the sound of his name.
He sighed, running a shaking hand down Sol's neck.
Sol pulled his him closer with his head. "Thank you." He spoke quietly.
Tobias nodded, pulling away. "Keep your wings back as much as possible, they stab through that membrane and everything tears. How's your shoulder?"

Roe watched from her place in the stands, wondering if Tobias would return. It was refreshing to see another person caring so deeply for their dragons.
Wren made another half hearted lunge towards the popcorn, and Roe gently pulled her back, stroking the dragonet as the announcers voice echoed through the arena.
"For our last and final round, this years SandWing Rally last two competitors, we have Tobias' Sol," the crowd erupted, "and Double J's Sledge."
Wren shrunk back, the loud shouts overwhelming, her scales flashing bright green. Roe pulled her close, whispering softly.
A few moments passed, and a loud chant began. Wren stood up suddenly, balancing on her hind legs unsteadily. She fell back against Roe, who winced, gently lifting the dragonet and leaning forward. Wren tried to scramble back into the bag as the crowds chanting grew louder, but Roe held right, shushing the dragonet as the noise died down.
It happened surprisingly fast- all the sudden Sol was on the screen rolling through the sand, an enormous SandWing clinging to him as they tumbled.
A moment later Sol was up, blood dripping from his back left leg.
A lot of blood.
Roe pulled Wren close as Sol turned back, blasting fire at the wound to quickly cauterize the injury. Roe worried it wouldn't be enough, but the SandWing, who had been vibing with the crowd, had suddenly turned back, lifting into the sky, his back talons outstretched. Sol took a few quick steps back, obviously favoring his leg, then dropped.
The SandWing's back talon caught Sol's left wing, yanking the SolarWing up and into the air.
Roe bit her lip as Sol hung limply, the SandWing throwing him to the ground and landing nearby.
Sol leapt to his feet, then wheeled around, small whisps of steam issuing from his scales.
The SandWing raised his tail, charging Sol.
Roe jerked his gaze up to the screen, the dragons colliding once again, a mix of gold and red scales.
The crowd cheered nervously as the dragons tumbled through the sand, no one able to make sense of the quick movements. It went on for another minute- and Roe gasped, so tense she had forgotten to breath.
Wren backed quickly into Roe again, and this time Roe actually gagged, the pain in her stomach from that afternoon still sending a dull ache through her entire body.
She repositioned Wren in her arms, quicky lifting her gaze to the screen.
Both dragons now lay limply in the sand, the crowd silent. The camera angles grabbed a few different shots, Sol's leg staining the sand crimson, his neck and side also dripping blood. The SandWing's face was charred, and he lay unmoving in the sand, his entire body smoldering. The SandWing was dead. But Sol didn't appear to be any better off.
Roe moaned softly, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. The announcer was saying something- but Roe was in a daze, Wren seemed to feed off of her emotions, her scales shifting to a pale blue grey.
Suddenly the arena door slid open and a man sprinted out, heading straight for the limp SolarWing.
Roe stood, letting Wren clumsily scramble up her shoulder.

Tobias fell to the ground beside Sol, shaking his head slowly.
Sol heaved a strangled breath, his open eyes blinking repeatedly.
"Sol?" Tobias whispered, clearing his throat, "Sol." He reached out, immediately pulling his fingers back, Sol's scales still searing hot.
The red dragon shuddered, shaking at Tobias' quick touch. He lifted his head, and the crowd erupted.
"Sol. Sol, stand up." Tobias ordered shakily.
Sol moaned, turning onto his side.
"Sol, get up." Tobias repeated the order.
Sol obeyed, getting his back feet under him, his left wing completely wrenched out of socket.
Tobias reached out again, snapping his hand back quickly. He shoved his fingers into his mouth, burning his tounge, then wiped them against his pants, Sol still trying to stand.
The crowd had quieted considerably and Tobias turned back to wave off the medic crew, who froze, unsure of what to do next.
Sol suddenly stood, putting his front weight on his right wing, which shook unsteadily. He looked up, giving Tobias a weak grin.
The crowd clapped politely as Sol limped towards the exit, Tobias carefully positioning himself under his limp wing.

The moment they exited the arena, Sol faltered, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. He couldn't see. He couldn't make sense of anything. He could hardly breath, and that scared him badly as he gasped desperately. "Tobias-"
Tobias beckoned the medic crew as the doors shut, and he turned to Sol, grabbing the dragons neck and leaning his head against his friend. "God knows I nearly died running out there to you." He breathed.
Sol shook harder, seeing blurry shapes slowly gather around him.
"Tobe- Tobias.. oh... Tobe-.. bias." Sol repeated wildly, poison tingling painfully throughout his entire body.
"Good job, buddy." Tobias whispered, "You're doing a good job, buddy."
"I can't-" Sol gasped, "I can't... see."
Through all the dull throbbing Sol didn't think much of the sharp prick in the neck, but a moment later when he slid to the ground in a heap, the word steadily growing brighter, he realized what it was.
"You're doing a good job, pal. A good job." Tobias repeated.
Sol's eyes drooped shut before he was completely asleep, the words bouncing around his mind, "Good job, Sol."

(WHY'D THAT TAKE ME FORTY MINUTES TO WRITE, MAN?!

It happened *yay*)

OMGOSH I was literally on the edge of my seat reading this, I actually almost cried when Tobias ran out to him. This is GOLD