Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[-Shade-]

Sol scrambled to his feet, shuddering. "Say that again," He shouted. "Say it! You wouldn't know. You. Wouldn't. Know." He clenched his jaw, swallowing hard.
Sol lowered his voice, every whispery breath trembling, "You'll never experience the Scorpion Den like I did, and you'll never be the dragon you think you are." He snarled in disgust. "You sit here in Tobias'- my lot, and when a human walks in, you don't lift a sssingle-.. talon." Sol grunted, lowering his head, coughs racking his chest. He panted, keeping his head down, but rasing his eyes to meet Shrike's gaze. "You will never-" he growled, teeth clenched, "never be the dragon you think you are."

Kapok's head snapped around and he fixed Sol with a look that was a mixture of anxiety and annoyance. He unfurled his wings halfway, glancing between the Solarwing and Shrike, ready to stop the Cloudwing if he tried to attack Sol.

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

Bloodmoon tensed. These dragons might try to kill each other. And Bloodmoon knew who would win.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Bloodmoon tensed. These dragons might try to kill each other. And Bloodmoon knew who would win.

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

Cap, that was the best thing ever.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Cap, that was the best thing ever.

 

[-Shade-]

Begun, the gif wars have

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

 

[Blue Raptor]

Sol scrambled to his feet, shuddering. "Say that again," He shouted. "Say it! You wouldn't know. You. Wouldn't. Know." He clenched his jaw, swallowing hard.
Sol lowered his voice, every whispery breath trembling, "You'll never experience the Scorpion Den like I did, and you'll never be the dragon you think you are." He snarled in disgust. "You sit here in Tobias'- my lot, and when a human walks in, you don't lift a sssingle-.. talon." Sol grunted, lowering his head, coughs racking his chest. He panted, keeping his head down, but rasing his eyes to meet Shrike's gaze. "You will never-" he growled, teeth clenched, "never be the dragon you think you are."

“Oh, I wouldn’t know, would I?” Shrike hissed, lifting a wing to try and push Kapok aside. He stepped closer to the SolarWing, “as if you’re the only one who had to endure getting captured? And getting forced to fight? And getting chained up and put in a cage and getting your wings clipped and getting beat up by JERKS who think they own the place? Yeah, you’re right, I wouldn’t know anything about that.” Shrike’s tail lashed and his eyes sparked with anger. “You can’t act like you’re all special and tortured inside and forget that we all have lives too.”

 

[-Shade-]

“Oh, I wouldn’t know, would I?” Shrike hissed, lifting a wing to try and push Kapok aside. He stepped closer to the SolarWing, “as if you’re the only one who had to endure getting captured? And getting forced to fight? And getting chained up and put in a cage and getting your wings clipped and getting beat up by JERKS who think they own the place? Yeah, you’re right, I wouldn’t know anything about that.” Shrike’s tail lashed and his eyes sparked with anger. “You can’t act like you’re all special and tortured inside and forget that we all have lives too.”

Kapok pushed back against Shrike's wing, enough to stay where he was, but not enough to push the small Cloudwing. He opened a wing in front of Shrike to keep him from lunging at Sol if he decided to, but he didn't force the Cloudwing back. Personally, he agreed with Shrike. As far as the rest of them knew, Sol had it easy. From what Kapok had seen and experienced, Tobias was a much kinder owner compared to the vile creatures they had circled through in the Den. Sol had been known in the arena as one of the best fighters, so it had become common knowledge among other prisoners that Tobias had owned Sol for years--longer than most dragon owners did. What could have possibly happened to him that made his life so much worse than everyone else's?

 

[-Shade-]

Sol gave Shrike a cool look. "You're right. I didn't ask for pity. I.. you can't compare us, Shrike. You don't know. You don't know. I'm not a martyr. That's not what I'm saying. I don't.." Sol took a deep breath, locking his shaking knees. "I don't remember anything after I was.. brought  here. I can remember Helios, my- my father, I can remember hoping, and I can remember begging for him to.. save me." He looked away. "Impossible, I know. He.. he couldn't do anything. Even if he tried." Sol tried to hide his discomfort, but he feared his shaking wings were all too noticeable. He tried to lock his knees, feeling them tremble jarringly. Sol's looked down his nose at Shrike. "I don't remember my life before all this. I don't remember.. freedom." He swore jerking his gaze away, blinking as the blood suddenly rushed to his head. Sol bit his tounge gently, fighting his body with all he had. "You're- ru-.. r-right." He repeated, the vocal fry real. "I'm not-.. sspecial. And," Sol blinked focusing on the ground, "and I'm sure you've.. hhhad a-.. a tough time.. hhere. But I- I.." Sol tried to hiss as his left wing collapsed, sending him stumbling to the side, slamming against the cement. He could feel his scales surge with heat as he lay, sweat dripping down his nose. Sol grunted, tempted to stand again, but as he lifted his head, it became apparent that he may not stay conscious if he over used his exhausted body. He considered saying nothing, but Sol turned back to Shrike, letting his ego plummet. "You're right, Shrike," he breathed, "maybe I should still be fighting. There are no morals here. And I've grown accustomed to the lies. But maybe all I've even known is this. Maybe all I've known is hell, and I've made the best of it."

(Wow wow wow, that is... gut-wrenching.....)