Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[Mary Poopins Love]

(Okay, I'm not going to quote anything, because this sorta has to do with all of your guys)

Citrus quietly followed behind the other dragons. He looked at his fellow RainWings, they had been friends throughout childhood, why did everything have to get ruined by these humans? They tortured them when they did the tiniest mistake, but not Citrus. He looked around at the other dragons, some were injured, and some were giving him looks. Not necessarily mean, but.. kind? That was a word he hadn't thought of in a long time. Citrus followed like a blind dog, and little did he know, that it just might change his life.

Is this okay?

It's great to me.

Bloodmoon walked over to the Rainwing with its wings and claws still intact. "Hey there, what's your name?"

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

It's great to me.

Bloodmoon walked over to the Rainwing with its wings and claws still intact. "Hey there, what's your name?"

Citrus eyed the dragon. "Citrus." he said in a normal tone. "Wh-what is yours?" he managed to ask back.

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

Citrus eyed the dragon. "Citrus." he said in a normal tone. "Wh-what is yours?" he managed to ask back.

"My name is Bloodmoon." His talons clicked on the floor and he looked down. "What's the first thing you want to do when your free?"

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Tobias glanced back at the red dragon, then to Owens, who was wiping blood from the back of her neck.
"Oh, you're bleeding." Tobias said stupidly.
Owens hid a smile. She felt nervous to speak with Tobias. He was famous. Like, famouser than famous. And it was weird.
"Yeah." She muttered, glancing at her bloodied finger tips.
"Here." Tobias pushed her red streaked hair back, using his sleeve to dab at the blood.
Owens shivered, slowing down.
"Nono, keep walking, it isn't bad, just the pressure of the talons on skin. You'll have to clean it later."
She nodded slowly, "Thank- Thanks. You. Thank you."
Tobias laughed kindly, Owens cheeks growing redder by the moment. "Lead us to the truck yard. I wanna talk to him." He nodded towards Helios.

Owens took a deep breath, continuing down the hallway as Tobias fell in line beside the red SolarWing. Tobias was as kind as she had expected- maybe even more. She liked him.

"Helios." Tobias started, catching the SolarWing's attention. "Hey, my name is Tobias. I.. I know your son, Sol. I thought- maybe, you- you had, I dunno, maybe questions about him? Cuz, is be happy to answer anything. I'm sorry he's not here. But he's safe."
Tobias bit his lip. God, help him be safe.

I have to wait for Josh to respond before we get to the truck yard.

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

@Josh

Dude?! HoW Do yOu dO thAt!?! Driving me crazy over here!

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Dude?! HoW Do yOu dO thAt!?! Driving me crazy over here!

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

sure........

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

sure........

Want Nick and Ferrin to have a conversation? Maybe they both get rerouted and stationed in the arena with Monzy and the other teams.

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

Want Nick and Ferrin to have a conversation? Maybe they both get rerouted and stationed in the arena with Monzy and the other teams.

Sounds gud. Got nothin else to do except learn how to type correctly...
Ferrin can start if you want.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

"Nicolas." Ferrin called, just as Nic exited the last lot. Clicking talons echoed as Ferrin moved ahead of a large SkyWing, meeting Nicolas' gaze. "Hando's taking the last crew to the truck yard with Elliot. Monzy wants us in The Den. Chester as well."
Sudden, sporadic gun shots rang out through the hall, and Ferrin's head snapped up, he reached for his gun.
"Go-" Ferrin shouted, motioning the countless dragons towards Hando, "Go! Get out of here, Elliot. Nicolas and I can cover."
The hall began to clear out just as a slim figure rounded the corner, Ferrin recognized her instantly. Chester motioned them back shouting, "Go, go!" as she slid behind the wall, panting heavily, holding an AK-47 close to her chest, a gun not easily purchased in the Scorpion Den- which meant she must have stolen it.
Chester suddenly threw herself back into the hall, shouldering the gun and sliding across the slick, white floor as the automatic weapon fired wildly.
Ferrin pulled his mask back over his head, rushing towards Chester, and motioning for Nicolas to do the same as she ducked back into the hall.
"Security's here." She panted.
"I gathered." Ferrin repositioned his mask. "How many?"
"Six. They split, picked one off, got the gun, nailed the others."
"They called in."
"Definitely."
Chester tore a hand through her short, bright white hair, glancing at Nicolas. "We're screwed if-"
The sudden sound of an opening door, and both Ferrin and Chester looked eyes. "Gosh, no.." Ferrin whispered as a steady rhythm of multiple boots echoed through the hall.
He reached for his ear piece. "Security incoming... They know we're here."