_-Captain BRM-_
Post Tenebras Lux.
- Feb 1, 2021
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Qi'ra and Jyn advanced on the LunarWing in sync, both moving to opposites of the dragon, both in perfect unison. Qi'ra shifted her scales back to white, realizing a bit of yellow was peeking through. Her ruff and the spots around her eyes, she hoped, stayed the same brown color she had practiced, but sometimes it was hard to control when her attention was so focused.Neoma stood stock still, her eyes narrowing slightly as another Rainwing stepped out from behind the first. The second one was much younger than the first.
Neoma glanced around again, taking in all the watchers. It clicked; she was there to fight- to entertain.
She wanted to roar- to scare all the humans sitting there and watching so nosily, but she couldn't. Not if she wanted to really take everyone by surprise... She would have to wait a moment. She would remove her muzzle soon, just not quite yet.
She looked back at the Rainwings, who seemed to be waiting on her to make the first move. She rolled her neck, her shoulders, and stretched her legs, knowing she was limber enough. But the little show of movements would hopefully make the humans think she was preparing herself. Subtly, Neoma shifted her wings. There was little to no resistance from the straps around them. She had just barely managed to cut through enough to snap the restrictions. But like the muzzle, she wasn't going to do it yet.
She stared at the Rainwings. She made a mental note to watch the younger one and avoid hurting her at all costs.
A sudden image flashed across her brain again- a Nightwing.
Dying. Beneath her.
Neoma gritted her teeth and shook her head.
Get a grip. You can't let yourself falter this time.
She took a deep breath and stepped forward. It was one step, but it made all the difference in the world.
She crouched slightly, coiling up her muscles to prepare for a jump in case it was necessary. Other than that, she froze in place impatiently waiting for something to happen. She knew they were waiting for her to make the first move; and she wasn't giving them that advantage.
All her years of practice fighting had prepared her... She hoped.