Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

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_-Captain BRM-_ said:
@Harmonylight, who owns Nemoa?
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well, no one bought her after the fight, she was taken away and woke up in a strange room with the crazy scientist. He took away her memory, and now his daughter will ride her and basically own her.
she doesn't really own her, they didn't spend any money on her, but since he dragged her away, I like to think he talked to the superiors and got them to allow them to keep her.
 
The silvery dragon's eyes were blurry with tears. Her head was still buzzing, though the muzzle had turned off a few hours ago.
Everything around her seemed to be vibrating, but she knew it was still from the lasting effects of the weird muzzle-band.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her legs, she realized, were no longer tied. And she wasn't in the same room anymore. She was lying on a stony floor, untethered and completely free. She raised her head slightly and tried to focus enough to look around at her surroundings, and realized there was nothing except four stone walls and an iron door.
She sat up, and opened her wings and gave them an experimental shake. Her head was feeling a little bit less fuzzy.
As she stepped around the room, she decided to calculate it. It wasn't overly large, but it wasn't tiny. It was about two full wingspans across both ways, and if she stood up and reached her nose up, it would be about an inch away from the ceiling.
As she was distracted, she heard the door behind her open and close, and she whipped around with a furious stare on her face. Whatever had just entered the room, she wanted to kill. Rip apart. Whatever it took to get out of here, even if she didn't seem to be in imminent danger. She knew this situation couldn't be good.
But as her eyes landed on a small, wiry young girl who stood before her with both an air of confidence and harmlessness, her hackles lowered and a growl died in her throat.
The girl smiled softly.
It wasn't a cruel, terrifying one, it-
-It was almost kind.
The Lunarwing stared at her. This was the first human she had encountered-
No-
No it wasn't.
She jumped as the girl spoke softly, in clear and practiced Dragonese.
"I won't hurt you, I promise."
The young girl had short steel blue hair, cropped just above her shoulders, and her sharp blue eyes contrasted starkly with her dark skin.
She stepped closer. "I am Alora. I'm very honored to meet a Lunarwing for the first time; what is your name?"
Suddenly aware of her warping abilities, the Lunarwing tried to use it but the buzzing in her head returned slightly. She groaned and covered her head.
"Why won't it stop..." She gritted her teeth.
Alora stepped closer, gently placing a hand on the dragon's nose. "Ah- he used 'buzzing therapy' as he likes to call it. As if it isn't outright mental abuse." She said absently, as the dragon took a deep breath and wondered whether she wanted to shake the hand off or not. Alora ran her hand over her head and rested it gently on the Lunarwing's neck.
"If he used the buzzing, I'll wager you don't remember your name." She said, almost apologetically.
The dragon shook her head slowly. The buzzing was lessening.
"You also can't use your warping right now. Every time you try, you'll feel the buzzing again, until it's been long enough since the vibrations were directly applied to your skull."
The dragon nodded in response. "Alright." She exhaled slowly. "What do you know of all this?"
Alora grimaced. "Well, I can't say I'm proud of it, but I happen to be the daughter of the man who treated you this way. I am in no way glad to see it happen. I also am now your rider and.... unfortunate to state, but I am actually your owner."
The dragon stared at her. "Owner?! Excuse me, I don't think anyone ow-"
"I know, I know. But really, what else can we call it? Now, if you can't remember your name, we need to call you something. Your memory is impaired, and honestly, it's unsure if you'll ever recover it..."
The Lunarwing closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. "I don't even know what's going on." She thought briefly, and said the first thing that came to her mind.
"I choose Steel. That's my name."

(Don't worry y'all, this isn't her long term name and I'll still be calling her Neoma in referral to her! just her current name while she figures stuff out lol)
 
Yukiko said:
Crest watched the king claw the sand out of his eyes and waited, tensed for the next move. Fear began creeping into the seawing's mind as he thought about what the solarwing could do next. No, Crest...you can do this. Just hold on. He watched, heart racing as Helios brought back his wings and snapped them together in his direction. He saw the sand first, but the worst part of it was the heat that followed. The burning feeling engulfed his body and his eyes felt like they were on fire inside his eyelids. He hadn't bee fast enough and the sand and burning air managed to make their way into his eyes. He grabbed his face and clawed at his eyes like the king had just done before. The heat ripped into him and he felt like all of his scales were screaming at him at the same time. They yearned for water. They pleaded with him for water. The lightheaded feeling from before returned and was even stronger than previously. His headache came pounding back and his whole frame felt weak. His muscles felt like giving in, but he forced himself forward.
Crest attempted to open his eyes, but they refused, still burning. His body was shaking and he continued to hold his face. He felt more pain in his side as claws shoved him to the ground. The scorching heat pulsed through his side, and feeling momentarily left the area. Lightheaded and not thinking clearly, he heard a whisper from beside him, but couldn't make out what the dragon said. Almost in a daze, Crest struggled up and felt for the heat radiating from the dragon and sliced a wing in that direction. He felt the heat closer to Helios' skin and knew he was closer. Crest's tail whipped around to accompany the wing swing. He hoped to take the king off guard and entertain the audience. His tail finally connected and he heard a grunt from behind him that accompanied the severe pain in his tail. How am I supposed to fight something i can't even touch! He drifted in and out of having complete control over himself and a state of almost dream-like thinking. Crest's body swayed slightly and he caught himself with his wing and preparing himself for the next attack, the blackness he was staring into making his heart race faster in anticipation of what was going to come next from the burning dragon somewhere close to him.
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Helios felt a broad, strong tail thwack him across the left side of his face. Pain erupted from the area and he roared loudly as he stumbled back. His firescales had died down completely now, the heat being smothered out by the sand and Crest was looking worse then before. He looks insane….not enough water. Take away a Seawings water and you might as well take away their conscious. He thought, his eyes scanning the arena for anything useful. A pole held the roof up but it was immovable, even for a huge dragon like him and the walls were smooth and blood stained, there was nothing he could use to his advantage. His jaw was searing with pain, instinctively making him want to use inside fire, but he couldn’t. Crest was innocent and the keys would melt if he did. Helios leapt forward and pinned him down instead, releasing a powerful roar right into his ears, seeing the insanity in his eyes. In doing so he stupidly left his belly exposed to the ravenous Seawing. Or at least that’s what the humans would think.
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
"I'll get the truck." Tobias motioned to Rose, meeting Eclipse' gaze, "We'll finish checking sales after we get into The Den. Go with Rose and gather stuff, be right back." He turned on his heel quite suddenly, and jogged towards the Silverado.
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Rose unlocked the door and strode In, the plants inside immediately coming to life, squirming and reaching for the sunlight streaming through the door before she commanded them to still. Only several vines stayed animated. They began opening cabinets and grabbing vials, placing them into boxes filled with cotton to insure the chemicals survived the trip. “Don’t mind the plants, they won’t do anything I don’t want them to. Unless you go near the poisonous honeyvines in the corner…or the devils thorn flowers over there.” She said calmly, as if it was normal to have flesh eating plants living in the apartment. “After a few…unwise...experiments, they seem to have a mind of their own.” She finished with a laugh, watching the silver dragon look around wearily for dangerous plants. “You may pack those ability restoration drugs over there, on that counter top.”
 
Crestcrazy2 said:
Helios felt a broad, strong tail thwack him across the left side of his face. Pain erupted from the area and he roared loudly as he stumbled back. His firescales had died down completely now, the heat being smothered out by the sand and Crest was looking worse then before. He looks insane….not enough water. Take away a Seawings water and you might as well take away their conscious. He thought, his eyes scanning the arena for anything useful. A pole held the roof up but it was immovable, even for a huge dragon like him and the walls were smooth and blood stained, there was nothing he could use to his advantage. His jaw was searing with pain, instinctively making him want to use inside fire, but he couldn’t. Crest was innocent and the keys would melt if he did. Helios leapt forward and pinned him down instead, releasing a powerful roar right into his ears, seeing the insanity in his eyes. In doing so he stupidly left his belly exposed to the ravenous Seawing. Or at least that’s what the humans would think.

Rose unlocked the door and strode In, the plants inside immediately coming to life, squirming and reaching for the sunlight streaming through the door before she commanded them to still. Only several vines stayed animated. They began opening cabinets and grabbing vials, placing them into boxes filled with cotton to insure the chemicals survived the trip. “Don’t mind the plants, they won’t do anything I don’t want them to. Unless you go near the poisonous honeyvines in the corner…or the devils thorn flowers over there.” She said calmly, as if it was normal to have flesh eating plants living in the apartment. “After a few…unwise...experiments, they seem to have a mind of their own.” She finished with a laugh, watching the silver dragon look around wearily for dangerous plants. “You may pack those ability restoration drugs over there, on that counter top.”
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Eclipse pulled her wings in tightly to her sides, stepping tensely into the apartment. And I thought human devices were creepy, she thought, watching the green tentacles open and close the storage spaces throughout the multiroom living space, pulling out oddly colored vials and jars. "Wow," she said pacing to the counter that Rose had gestured to and carefully lifted a vial in her talon. "You don't get out much, do you?" she glanced around the room for something to put the odd liquids in. There were plants everywhere. Some of them grew out of normal pots and planting troughs, others were spilling out the top of vases and jars. A few even seemed to be growing from the walls themselves, some with root digging into the pipes that ran along the ceiling. A few of them looked innocent and normal, some that Eclipse even recognized, but the majority were oddly shaped or colored, and of course, she couldn't ignore the fact that they seemed to move with a mind of their own. She shuddered and turned back to Rose. "What exactly do these drugs do again?" she asked, carefully watching a particularly large and close vine slither across the counter like a snake.

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Nicole Taber said:
Whitestar started forward in a panic as Apple crumpled to the ground, covering her eyes with a loud cry. He lifted a talon to reach for her but stopped mid-stride, yanking his arm back and stumbling backwards again, away from the two Rainwings out of fear of what he might do. His mind began swirling again like a blizzard, panicked thoughts jolting through his mind and sending an extra chill of fear down his spine with each one.
Did I cast it wrong? Was there some sort of counter-spell? I don't know anything about how Animus power operates. What if I hurt her? Did the spell reverse itself for some reason? Have I used my power too much? Is it turning back on itself? Does it even do that? I have to do some--
His thoughts cut off abruptly as Apple stood up quickly and flung her wings and arms over Bamboo, tears streaking her face as she melted against her brother. They were both crying now, Apple sobbing loudly and Bamboo trying to hold himself together long enough to at least ask Apple if it worked. Whitestar held his breath, still sitting further behind them, hugging his talons tightly to his chest. He still wasn't sure if the spell had worked, or if he'd done something horrible to the Rainwing.
"Bamboo.... you're green."
Bamboo finally broke down, folding over his sister and sobbing joyfully into her shoulder. Whitestar let out a long breath of relief, his shoulders dropping as he relaxed. He slowly readjusted himself, turning from his awkward position to a more contained posture, curling his tail tightly over his front talons. He watched the two Rainwings joyful embrace for a moment, a smile slowly spreading over his face.
Maybe my power is good for something. How much more joy could possibly I bring to dragons like this? See Bluestar? This is what I can do.
His smile faded. The joy of the moment pulled away from him, and suddenly, he felt like he was on the outside looking in, watching the twins embrace. It was a strange feeling. Like he was standing on the other side of a thin wall of ice, seeing the moment, but not being able to feel or hear any of it.
Whitestar glanced up at the sky. A few bright stars were beginning to appear, and an indigo blanket slowly folding over the sky. Two quarter moons floated in the center of the sky and the horizon to the west was stained gold. In the excitement and intensity of the events, Whitestar hadn't even noticed the sun had set. His thoughts came around once again to the mission to the Scorpion Den and Eclipse. He glanced from the dragon hunter still standing behind Alyssia, and then to the young girl.
"I am going to get some rest," he said calmly, hiding all of his sullen mood away from his voice. "We all should. We are going to need to sneak into the den late--if we can do it around Sunset that would be best." He turned to look at Blackout "Can you take someone with you to scout out what is left of the caravan? Alyssia should probably go with you, since she will need to see what we are working with for her plan."
Whitestar stood up and gave Apple and Bamboo a small, forced smile before nodding quickly and then turning and leaping into the foliage. He slid under and past the various plants as quickly as he could without making too much noise, trying to retrace his path from earlier.
Finally, he found the small hollow where he had been resting that afternoon. There was a patch of dry soil nestled in between the roots of a large Baobab tree, creating a small dip in the ground at the base of the giant hollow trunk. A young Dragon Leaf tree had fallen against the side of its ancient companion, growing sideways from then on so that some of its leaves hung like curtains over the ground, shielding the dip from view. Whitestar brushed past the wing-sized leaves and let out a blast of ice onto the ground, careful not to let it touch the Baobab tree's roots. He curled into the now icy hollow. The small wounds from where the human weapons had injured him still stung, probably more than it was natural for them to. The deep-blue blood had dried and caked over his scales, leaving blackish streaks down his neck and shoulders.
Whitestar hadn't realized how exhausted he actually was until he rest his head on his talons. The fight with the humans and all of the spells he had cast had drained him of the little bit of energy he had earned from his brief sleep. He had intended to spend some time thinking about the events from the day and contemplate a way he could help Alyssia's plan to get into the den.
But his eyelids were already drooping, and his thoughts wandered on their own, quickly pulling him into a well-needed sleep.
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