Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Eclipse nodded curtly and backed away from the transport, waiting for it to start moving. She wanted to experiment and play with her warping now that it was finally free, like a dragonet finally able to fly outside after a long thunderstorm. But she reminded herself they had a mission, and she was still certain Tobias would shoot her if he saw so much as a flicker of the silver metal. So she paced quickly alongside the truck, keeping her head dipped in fake submission and her wings pulled in tight to her sides.

After a few minutes, Tobias hesitantly released the gun, draping his hand out the window. He had noticed a change in Eclipse's demeanor, but perhaps he was the one who had started the division. He kept his eyes trained ahead, wishing he didn't feel quite so paranoid.

 

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After a few minutes, Tobias hesitantly released the gun, draping his hand out the window. He had noticed a change in Eclipse's demeanor, but perhaps he was the one who had started the division. He kept his eyes trained ahead, wishing he didn't feel quite so paranoid.

Eclipse watched the Scorpion Den pass by them as they continued down the street, back the way they'd come. The buildings in the city were all sorts of strange variations in size, shape, and material. Some of them were sharp a crisp, made from glass and steel and were hundreds of feet tall. Others were smaller and made from stone or wood, though they still had the obvious touch of human taste. But every now and then, she saw buildings that were made mostly from sandstone or clay, with somewhat awkward add-ons like doorways with grey concrete that clung to the rounder edges of the original construction. Some of them had contrasting metal frames where the sandstone was cut to make room for windows or the frame was set unevenly in an imperfect gap that looked like it had been there for a while.
The closer they got to the maze, the more of these odd sandstone buildings she saw, until most of the city around them was made up of or built into them.
Eclipse carefully shifted her path to trot closer to the transport so that her head was next to the window.
"Why are there so many of these older buildings here," she said loudly over the grumbling of the transport engine, forgetting for a moment her previously hard demeanor toward Tobias.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Eclipse watched the Scorpion Den pass by them as they continued down the street, back the way they'd come. The buildings in the city were all sorts of strange variations in size, shape, and material. Some of them were sharp a crisp, made from glass and steel and were hundreds of feet tall. Others were smaller and made from stone or wood, though they still had the obvious touch of human taste. But every now and then, she saw buildings that were made mostly from sandstone or clay, with somewhat awkward add-ons like doorways with grey concrete that clung to the rounder edges of the original construction. Some of them had contrasting metal frames where the sandstone was cut to make room for windows or the frame was set unevenly in an imperfect gap that looked like it had been there for a while.
The closer they got to the maze, the more of these odd sandstone buildings she saw, until most of the city around them was made up of or built into them.
Eclipse carefully shifted her path to trot closer to the transport so that her head was next to the window.
"Why are there so many of these older buildings here," she said loudly over the grumbling of the transport engine, forgetting for a moment her previously hard demeanor toward Tobias.

Tobias grimaced. "It's... Well, there's a hierarchy per se. This is.. these are the poorer parts of the city. Most of the Scorpion Den," he motioned around them, "is like this."
As pulled up to the gate, the security guards immediately recognized him, opening the entrance quickly, sending worried glances at Eclipse and shying away from the dragon.
The halls of The Maze were wide enough for the truck, but only a select few were permitted to drive a large vehicle. It was a privilege Tobias rarely had the opportunity to flex, but he was so on edge it was hard to take pride in it.
He quickly pulled up to Roe's lot, and Vel swung the door open, then snorted, lifting the garage door herself to allow the truck into the lot.
Tobias parked the car, opening the door quickly and throwing Gables the keys. There were only a few people left in the lot, and most of the RainWings were gone as well.
"I'm headed back to the boys." Tobias told Eclipse. "You're welcome to come. Get some food-"
"August," Roe started, "I must speak with you."
"No, no." Tobias shook his head, waving Roe back, and retreating towards the door, "I'm busy Roe, talk later."
Roe stopped, straightening with a slightly confused look. "It is.. important." She tried.
Tobias shoved his hat down over his hair, feeling rather flustered. "Not right now." Tobias paced to the door, his boots clicking with each step before pausing in the doorway and tilting his head to the side, silouteted by the bright light reflecting the stark white hallways.
"Eclipse?"

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Tobias grimaced. "It's... Well, there's a hierarchy per se. This is.. these are the poorer parts of the city. Most of the Scorpion Den," he motioned around them, "is like this."
As pulled up to the gate, the security guards immediately recognized him, opening the entrance quickly, sending worried glances at Eclipse and shying away from the dragon.
The halls of The Maze were wide enough for the truck, but only a select few were permitted to drive a large vehicle. It was a privilege Tobias rarely had the opportunity to flex, but he was so on edge it was hard to take pride in it.
He quickly pulled up to Roe's lot, and Vel swung the door open, then snorted, lifting the garage door herself to allow the truck into the lot.
Tobias parked the car, opening the door quickly and throwing Gables the keys. There were only a few people left in the lot, and most of the RainWings were gone as well.
"I'm headed back to the boys." Tobias told Eclipse. "You're welcome to come. Get some food-"
"August," Roe started, "I must speak with you."
"No, no." Tobias shook his head, waving Roe back, and retreating towards the door, "I'm busy Roe, talk later."
Roe stopped, straightening with a slightly confused look. "It is.. important." She tried.
Tobias shoved his hat down over his hair, feeling rather flustered. "Not right now." Tobias paced to the door, his boots clicking with each step before pausing in the doorway and tilting his head to the side, silouteted by the bright light reflecting the stark white hallways.
"Eclipse?"

I'm such a slow writer, I'm sorry, Taber I try, I really do XD

 

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I have church tonight sorry. Be back 9-10 pacific daylight time

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Where is this taking place? Like, on Pyrrhia, or is it in our world?

 

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Where is this taking place? Like, on Pyrrhia, or is it in our world?

Lol, in the real world. I had church tonight, I totally forgot till the last hour while we were getting ready. You are probably asleep by now though or something, I will respond in a moment I need to close up my farm

@_-Captain BRM-_

 

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Tobias grimaced. "It's... Well, there's a hierarchy per se. This is.. these are the poorer parts of the city. Most of the Scorpion Den," he motioned around them, "is like this."
As pulled up to the gate, the security guards immediately recognized him, opening the entrance quickly, sending worried glances at Eclipse and shying away from the dragon.
The halls of The Maze were wide enough for the truck, but only a select few were permitted to drive a large vehicle. It was a privilege Tobias rarely had the opportunity to flex, but he was so on edge it was hard to take pride in it.
He quickly pulled up to Roe's lot, and Vel swung the door open, then snorted, lifting the garage door herself to allow the truck into the lot.
Tobias parked the car, opening the door quickly and throwing Gables the keys. There were only a few people left in the lot, and most of the RainWings were gone as well.
"I'm headed back to the boys." Tobias told Eclipse. "You're welcome to come. Get some food-"
"August," Roe started, "I must speak with you."
"No, no." Tobias shook his head, waving Roe back, and retreating towards the door, "I'm busy Roe, talk later."
Roe stopped, straightening with a slightly confused look. "It is.. important." She tried.
Tobias shoved his hat down over his hair, feeling rather flustered. "Not right now." Tobias paced to the door, his boots clicking with each step before pausing in the doorway and tilting his head to the side, silouteted by the bright light reflecting the stark white hallways.
"Eclipse?"

Eclipse paused for a moment, tilting her head in consideration. "I think I will go back to the lot with you," she said slowly. She still needed to talk to Sol, but she hoped to eventually catch him alone. A small sly smile flickered on the corner of her face as an idea came to mind.
"Although, I think that you should talk to Roe before you go scampering off again. I'm sure the boys can handle themselves a few more moments, and if you're so concerned about it, I could get a head start and check on them myself. I do remember the way. If she says it's important, I think you should stop and actually listen." She met Tobias' gaze pointedly, hoping he understood her point.
Bloodmoon, if you are listening right now, I need you to make sure the others don't or aren't doing something dumb. Tobias and I are going to be there shortly. I will update you all more thoroughly on the plan as soon as we get there.


@_-Captain BRM-_ @Mary Poopins Love

 

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Alyssia watched as the ice dragon flew away. "He's right, we need to get some rest," she acknowledged, her seemingly endless energy at its end. She looked back at Blackout, "We should rest. I won't be able to see too much in the dark anyway." A smile crossed Alyssia's face when she heard Apple volunteer to take first watch. Then she paused. Wait, Apple can see???? She spun towards the rainwing and saw her looking around at everything. The pendant caught her eye and her confusion grew worse.
Austin must've seen her confusion because he leaned over and whispered quietly, "The ice dragon you call Whitestar is magical and created a pendant for the dragoness. I'm assuming it's giving her the power to see."
Alyssia looked at him, her eyes filled with joy for Apple. "Really! Like Whitestar did for me?" Austin nodded and she smiled wider. Joy filled her and she started running towards the two dragons, ready to give Apple the biggest hug, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Let the siblings be for now," he advised. her excitement fell slightly, but looking back, she saw them smiling and Apple alone in her world now, trying to see everything.
"Ok, fine, I'll let them be for now," she mumbled dejectedly. The firm but soft grip on her shoulder stayed for a few moments longer and Alyssia looked at Austin. She hadn't felt a kind grip from a human in a few days. It had been rough tugging from other people or it was dragons. The kind hand on her shoulder reminded her of her days back on the islands. She looked down, excitement gone. Replaced by a feeling of homesickness. She pushed the feelings aside and smiled again. "Well, we should probably get some rest if we're to get up and see that caravan." She thought about people maybe making it to the Scorpion Den and ruining her plan but figured that they had damaged the vehicles enough that she wouldn't have to worry about that.
"Well, you should get some rest, Miss Alyssia, if you are wanting to be ready for tomorrow," Austin said smiling. Her heart jumped slightly at being called "miss". He was so respectful to her. How could he ever be from the Scorpion Den? She nodded and turned to find herself a place to sleep. Eyeing a soft spot of moss near the water, she went and laid down. The moss cushioned her and she looked up at the starry sky. It's so beautiful. Now she was alone. Alone with her thoughts. She thought of her islands. Her friends...her parents. They must be worried sick! She started to get worried and her homesickness started to return. What if I never get home.... She shook her head, reprimanding herself. No! Alyssia! You can't think that way. Hopeful! Always hope. You can always find a way out of a situation. That's what you're good at. A problem solver. She smiled at her own attempt to give herself confidence in her plan. But, as she reassured herself that she was going to get home, a single tear rolled down her cheek, never to be seen by anyone.

(Ima jump to morning so when everyone is online again tmr we can start catching up.)


Icewing Animi History, Section 3

Most accounts of Animus dragons and uses were destroyed during The Great Sea War (Icewing War History, section 37), however, several stories including ancient folklore were preserved and have been recorded in newer scripts.

The Gift of Defense.
The Great Ice Cliff, which prevented any dragon who was not an Icewing. The dragon who enchanted it has unfortunately been forgotten. The Gift of Defense was destroyed during the first year of the reign of Queen Snowfall (Icewing Monarchy History, section 15).

The Gift of Dimplomancy.
Three wristbands enchanted to allow visitors from outside the tribe to pass over the Great Ice Cliff unharmed, and to remain warm while within the Kingdom. Enchanted by Penguin.

The Gift of Elegance.
Enchanted to make the walls of the Ice Palace mirror the weather outside.

The Gift of Light.
Enchanted for a tree-

"WHATCHA doin'"
Whitestar jumped at the sound of the voice, dropping the scroll he had been holding. The Glass-like bar that the parchment was wrapped around clattered loudly over the solid ice floors of the library. Further across the large room, he saw an older snow-white dragon poke her head around one of the shelves, fixing him with a hard look over the rims of her spectacles, her eyebrows raised.
"Don't sneak up on me like that," he hissed quietly to the Icewing standing behind him. Whitestar turned his head and wrinkled his snout up at the dragon to hide his smile. "You're gonna get me in trouble one of these days."
The dragon rolled his deep azure eyes, the corner of his face flicking up in a small sideways grin. "You're always in trouble. At least, everywhere but here." He gently nudged Whitestar closer to the window and huddled down next to him on the edge of the short ice shelf where he was laying, their scales pressing closely against each other. "Seriously, what are you reading though."
He reached out and tugged the escaped scroll closer, hooking the marble handle with a long, razor-sharp claw and dragging it back toward them. He skimmed the titles quickly before handing it back to Whitestar with an exaggerated snort. "Seriously, you are reading about history right now?"
"Animus history, actually." Whitestar corrected calmly, gently winding up the access parchment over the marble bar.
"But why? We don't have classes for another week. Don't you want to enjoy the snow while it lasts? Mrs. Shatter says there's going to be a blizzard in a couple of days."
"History is interesting though. Especially Animus history."
Whitestar tugged gently at a corner of the scroll with his claws. "Besides, Mrs. Shatter can't predict the future. For all we know, there might not even be snow all week."
"All the more reason to enjoy it while it lasts."
Whitestar gave him an annoyed look.
"Bluestar, you know why I don't want to be out there right now. It's easier for you to just enjoy yourself with the rest of the tribe, but me?"
He dropped his gaze to the scroll again, dusting off some of the snowflakes that had drifted in through the open window and settled on the parchment.
"I'm fine here by myself, honestly. You should go enjoy the snow with Frostbite and everyone else."
Bluestar settled down more firmly on the icy ground.
"No it's fine, I can stay here and keep you company. How exactly does Animus power work?"
Whitestar gave him a grateful look, thankful to be changing the subject.
"Well, it is an inherited trait that is usually passed down through blood. During the days of the Ancients, Animus dragons were only in the royal bloodline, and they were only allowed to use their power once as a gift to the tribe."
"What could they do?"
"Anything. I think the only thing an Animus can't do is bring a dragon back from the dead."
Bluestar shuddered. "That sounds dangerous. Why would they keep those dragons around?"
"Well, yes it was dangerous, but only if an Animus used their power too much. That's why they were only supposed to use it once, for the whole tribe."
"Do you think there are still Animus around now? I never hear anything about "Gifts" for the tribe."
"I don't know." Whitestar tilted his head in consideration. "A lot of the royal family was massacred during the Great Sea War, and even centuries before that, Prince Arctic left the Kingdom and the last animus royal, I believe, was Queen Diamond."
"But there is still some of the original royal line. Not all of them were gone. In fact, I believe Queen Iceberg is the great-great-grandniece of the Queen's nephew during that time."
"Yes, but after the massacre, there were no more heirs for the throne and they had to choose a Queen from the citizens to rule. Some of her bloodline mixed with the royal line and some of it is still circulating in the common society, I'm sure."
"So anyone can be an Animus?"
"Anyone with royal blood, yes."
"That's crazy."
Whitestar laughed. "I kind of want to meet an Animus someday. It would be interesting to ask what it's like to have that sort of power."
"Eesh, no thanks," Bluestar said, shaking his head. "I don't think I'd want to be anywhere near one of them."
Whitestar shrugged.
The two of them had settled in more, leaning against each other comfortably as Whitestar began to read the scroll out loud to Bluestar.

Sunlight was bouncing over the heavy, wing-sized leaves of the Dragon Leaf tree, shedding a dim green light across the ground and into the hollow. Further away, several tropical birds were chittering and squawking a good morning to one another, welcoming the rising sun.
Suddenly, one of them let out a loud alarm call that pierced the oasis, sending the rest of its companions scattering loudly through the canopy.
Whitestar jerked awake at the commotion, expecting to see the gnarled roots and large stones of the island hollow. Instead, he was met by a dry warmth, and above him, a giant Baobab tree loomed above the rest of the oasis's growth. He scrambled to his feet, forgetting for a moment how he had gotten there.
The events of the days before came back quickly and he took a deep calming breath, scanning the foliage around him cautiously. He shook out his wings, his icicle-like spikes clattering softly as he did.
The sun is already over the horizon rising. I hope the others are awake by now.
Whitestar shoved the reminiscence of his dream to the back of his mind and lept out of the hollow, quickly sliding through the undergrowth towards the oasis pool.

@Harmonylight @Yukiko

idk if you wanna make the others already be awake when Whitestar shows up so I am gonna leave off this scene there.

 

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(Ima jump to morning so when everyone is online again tmr we can start catching up.)


Icewing Animi History, Section 3

Most accounts of Animus dragons and uses were destroyed during The Great Sea War (Icewing War History, section 37), however, several stories including ancient folklore were preserved and have been recorded in newer scripts.

The Gift of Defense.
The Great Ice Cliff, which prevented any dragon who was not an Icewing. The dragon who enchanted it has unfortunately been forgotten. The Gift of Defense was destroyed during the first year of the reign of Queen Snowfall (Icewing Monarchy History, section 15).

The Gift of Dimplomancy.
Three wristbands enchanted to allow visitors from outside the tribe to pass over the Great Ice Cliff unharmed, and to remain warm while within the Kingdom. Enchanted by Penguin.

The Gift of Elegance.
Enchanted to make the walls of the Ice Palace mirror the weather outside.

The Gift of Light.
Enchanted for a tree-

"WHATCHA doin'"
Whitestar jumped at the sound of the voice, dropping the scroll he had been holding. The Glass-like bar that the parchment was wrapped around clattered loudly over the solid ice floors of the library. Further across the large room, he saw an older snow-white dragon poke her head around one of the shelves, fixing him with a hard look over the rims of her spectacles, her eyebrows raised.
"Don't sneak up on me like that," he hissed quietly to the Icewing standing behind him. Whitestar turned his head and wrinkled his snout up at the dragon to hide his smile. "You're gonna get me in trouble one of these days."
The dragon rolled his deep azure eyes, the corner of his face flicking up in a small sideways grin. "You're always in trouble. At least, everywhere but here." He gently nudged Whitestar closer to the window and huddled down next to him on the edge of the short ice shelf where he was laying, their scales pressing closely against each other. "Seriously, what are you reading though."
He reached out and tugged the escaped scroll closer, hooking the marble handle with a long, razor-sharp claw and dragging it back toward them. He skimmed the titles quickly before handing it back to Whitestar with an exaggerated snort. "Seriously, you are reading about history right now?"
"Animus history, actually." Whitestar corrected calmly, gently winding up the access parchment over the marble bar.
"But why? We don't have classes for another week. Don't you want to enjoy the snow while it lasts? Mrs. Shatter says there's going to be a blizzard in a couple of days."
"History is interesting though. Especially Animus history."
Whitestar tugged gently at a corner of the scroll with his claws. "Besides, Mrs. Shatter can't predict the future. For all we know, there might not even be snow all week."
"All the more reason to enjoy it while it lasts."
Whitestar gave him an annoyed look.
"Bluestar, you know why I don't want to be out there right now. It's easier for you to just enjoy yourself with the rest of the tribe, but me?"
He dropped his gaze to the scroll again, dusting off some of the snowflakes that had drifted in through the open window and settled on the parchment.
"I'm fine here by myself, honestly. You should go enjoy the snow with Frostbite and everyone else."
Bluestar settled down more firmly on the icy ground.
"No it's fine, I can stay here and keep you company. How exactly does Animus power work?"
Whitestar gave him a grateful look, thankful to be changing the subject.
"Well, it is an inherited trait that is usually passed down through blood. During the days of the Ancients, Animus dragons were only in the royal bloodline, and they were only allowed to use their power once as a gift to the tribe."
"What could they do?"
"Anything. I think the only thing an Animus can't do is bring a dragon back from the dead."
Bluestar shuddered. "That sounds dangerous. Why would they keep those dragons around?"
"Well, yes it was dangerous, but only if an Animus used their power too much. That's why they were only supposed to use it once, for the whole tribe."
"Do you think there are still Animus around now? I never hear anything about "Gifts" for the tribe."
"I don't know." Whitestar tilted his head in consideration. "A lot of the royal family was massacred during the Great Sea War, and even centuries before that, Prince Arctic left the Kingdom and the last animus royal, I believe, was Queen Diamond."
"But there is still some of the original royal line. Not all of them were gone. In fact, I believe Queen Iceberg is the great-great-grandniece of the Queen's nephew during that time."
"Yes, but after the massacre, there were no more heirs for the throne and they had to choose a Queen from the citizens to rule. Some of her bloodline mixed with the royal line and some of it is still circulating in the common society, I'm sure."
"So anyone can be an Animus?"
"Anyone with royal blood, yes."
"That's crazy."
Whitestar laughed. "I kind of want to meet an Animus someday. It would be interesting to ask what it's like to have that sort of power."
"Eesh, no thanks," Bluestar said, shaking his head. "I don't think I'd want to be anywhere near one of them."
Whitestar shrugged.
The two of them had settled in more, leaning against each other comfortably as Whitestar began to read the scroll out loud to Bluestar.

Sunlight was bouncing over the heavy, wing-sized leaves of the Dragon Leaf tree, shedding a dim green light across the ground and into the hollow. Further away, several tropical birds were chittering and squawking a good morning to one another, welcoming the rising sun.
Suddenly, one of them let out a loud alarm call that pierced the oasis, sending the rest of its companions scattering loudly through the canopy.
Whitestar jerked awake at the commotion, expecting to see the gnarled roots and large stones of the island hollow. Instead, he was met by a dry warmth, and above him, a giant Baobab tree loomed above the rest of the oasis's growth. He scrambled to his feet, forgetting for a moment how he had gotten there.
The events of the days before came back quickly and he took a deep calming breath, scanning the foliage around him cautiously. He shook out his wings, his icicle-like spikes clattering softly as he did.
The sun is already over the horizon rising. I hope the others are awake by now.
Whitestar shoved the reminiscence of his dream to the back of his mind and lept out of the hollow, quickly sliding through the undergrowth towards the oasis pool.

@Harmonylight @Yukiko

idk if you wanna make the others already be awake when Whitestar shows up so I am gonna leave off this scene there.

Dude, what, it's a quarter past yesterday, I am so done