Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Sol sat at the cavern entrance, staring in to the sky. He'd spot the occasional bird, his ears would prick up in false hope. Hours passed. The sun beat down. A dragon tried to convince him to leave. But Sol was fine. At the least he felt fine. But only if he didn't dwell on hunger, pain, or thirst. His mind was locked on Tobias. Tobias, and... Helios.
A black dot specked the horizon. Sol sat up with abrupt excitement. The transport's engine roared as it careened through the sand covered road, not daring to slow for a moment. Dragons speckled the air around the truck. Sol stood, squinting at the dragons. Red scales caught his eye. He smiled.

Ach, ach Humperdinck.

 

[-Kiwi-]

“Mmm, maybe,” Sunspot said. She moved to lay down near a wall, but didn’t sleep. Instead she watched the dragons around her murdering quietly to one another, brushing wings, twining tails….

She sighed. She’d never had any urge to be close to anyone, but now, even surrounded by other dragons, she felt so alone.


MAN I LOVE THIS RP SO MUCH. THE WRITING, THE CHARACTERS, THE LITTLE INTERACTIONS. THREE MOONS.

Phoenix jumped as the huge shadow passed over her, shrinking into her wings a little as a massive CloudWing landed. He was regal and carried an air of authority to him. As he extended a talon in greeting, Phoenix felt frozen. Again. She found herself hanging back behind King, squeaking out a soft “hi.”

Instantly she flared at herself inwardly. Why did she always have to act so stupid?

She had single handed ot made the entire situation painfully awkward. She forced herself to step forward, taking a deep breath.

“Hi,” she tried again, her voice still sounding stupid and quivery. “I’m Phoenix.”

@-Shade-

 

[Little Baby Bean]

I may be thinking about joining this RP if I can. I don’t really know anything about the Wings of Fire books since I have not read them. But I have learned a lot about the dragons and things from this RP.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

I may be thinking about joining this RP if I can. I don’t really know anything about the Wings of Fire books since I have not read them. But I have learned a lot about the dragons and things from this RP.

YESS BEAN!! YESSSS. Join usss!!!

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Gables straightened, glancing down at Tobias, who seemed to be sleeping, then moved his gaze to Fracture. She nodded.
"No- wait, Rose," Gables protested, shaking his head, "we need to worry about you, too. I mean- you've lost so much-"
"She is a doctorr, idiot. I believe she would know."
Gables held Fracture's stare for a moment, then glanced back at Tobias. The ice had spread at an incredible rate, now creeping past his torn sleeve, threatening to start up his neck.
"We have one shot." Gables grunted, moving himself and Tobias against the bars so that they were right beside Rose. "It's spreading from his wrist. If you can.. if you can, well, cauterize it there I imagine it will slow." He glanced at Fracture, who nodded, kneeling beside them. She took Tobias' forearm in her hand, and he shuddered. Gables held him close.
"See, this is wherre he was hit." Fracture pointed to the near black, iced wrist. "And it is all sprreading from the centrral arrea." She dragged Ferrin's bag towards herself. "We have medical supplies."
Gables felt his insides give a sharp twist in anticipation. "Rose, are you sure?"

Roses eyes went from gables to Tobias and back, “I’m sure.”
She said determinedly, a look of clarity finally appearing on her face. When she went into doctor mode, she closed off all other things that could grab her attention, that included her pain at the moment. Rose lowered herself as much as possible and gazed at Tobias’s wrist, assessing how best to go about this. “ok…just angle his wrist this way a bit and keep your hands clear..” she said authoritatively, her tail slowly lashing behind her. Immediately fire snaked up her throat and scorched her tongue. The nightwing side of her dna fought it valiantly, coating her mouth in fireproof saliva. But it burned up quick and she was dehydrated already. The fire escaped her jaws and licked up Tobias’s frozen hand, melting the icey crystals into a puddle of unnaturally blue water.
Stay steady. Ignore the pain.

She continued with the procedure.

Phoenix stifled a surprised yelp as the tiny silver dragonet attempted to climb her leg. It made her extremely nervous having him so close. Didn’t he know she was dangerous? A ticking time bomb?

She gingerly scooped up the dragonet and rested him between her shoulder blades, tensing in her anxiety. Her crest was flared in alarm. Calm. Calm. He’s not gonna do anything. You’re not going to burn him.

Knight climbed atop her head and looked upside down into her eyes, his chubby paws sinking into her warm head feathers. “Blblblb gawh blblawh.” He said excitedly.

 

[-Kiwi-]

Knight climbed atop her head and looked upside down into her eyes, his chubby paws sinking into her warm head feathers. “Blblblb gawh blblawh.” He said excitedly.

Phoenix crossed her eyes trying to see the dragonet, smiling at him. Stay calm. It’s fine. You’re not going to hurt him.

She repeated it like a mantra, willing herself to relax.

 

[-Kiwi-]

@Crestcrazy2

 

[Little Baby Bean]

Hopefully this is fine! I have not RPed in a while so I can’t promise that I won’t be horrible at writing.

Name: Calla
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Tribe: Leafwing/Mudwing Hybrid
Physical appearance: Glossy, dark green scales. Her underbelly is a muddy brown color. Her wings are lighter, a mix of green and brown. She has a bigger body type but not as big as a pure Mudwing. She can still get around fine. Her vision is blurry in her left eye thanks to the giant scar running across the left side of her face. She is able to blow fire when she is warm.
Personality: To start, sassy. Smart as well. Very sarcastic most of the time. She usually acts like she is a lot better than everyone else. She is stubborn. This is mostly because of what happened to her when she was younger. But underneath all those sneers and sarcasm, Calla can be very sweet and loving. She just prefers not be unless she finds someone that she truly loves.
Backstory: (Optional) When Calla was just a little egg, her parents were killed. A dragon hunter stole her and took her to the Scorpion Den. She hatched soon after, not expecting to be stuck inside of a tiny cage with no space. The same hunter who stole her would come in to feed her. Calla was a very sweet baby and wanted attention but she didn’t get any. The only attention she got was training. She was raised to be a vicious fighter. When she was thrown into the fighting ring for the first time at 12 years old, she did not know what to expect. She looked over to the crowds and saw the same dragon hunter that had raised her. She wanted to make him proud. Perhaps then he would love her and take care of her better. Calla fought against the giant Mudwing in the ring. This is when she discovered she could blow fire. She lost, obviously. The Mudwing scraped the left side of her face, giving her a giant scar. Calla was put back into her tiny cage. She felt furious and she changed from a sweet dragon to a horrible one. She never saw the dragon hunter again. When the rebellion happened, she was freed from her small cage. After stretching her wings, she piled into the last truck and is now resting by herself.

 

[-Kiwi-]

Phoenix crossed her eyes trying to see the dragonet, smiling at him. Stay calm. It’s fine. You’re not going to hurt him.

She repeated it like a mantra, willing herself to relax.

Phoenix let out a nervous laugh, holding up one talon close to Knight to balance him in case the clumsy dragonet fell. “I’ve never held a dragonet before,” she said. “He’s… denser than I would have expected? He’s so tiny, but heavy at the same time.” She laughed again, a warm glow rippling through her feathers.
@Crestcrazy2

Hopefully this is fine! I have not RPed in a while so I can’t promise that I won’t be horrible at writing.

Name: Calla
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Tribe: Leafwing/Mudwing Hybrid
Physical appearance: Glossy, dark green scales. Her underbelly is a muddy brown color. Her wings are lighter, a mix of green and brown. She has a bigger body type but not as big as a pure Mudwing. She can still get around fine. Her vision is blurry in her left eye thanks to the giant scar running across the left side of her face. She is able to blow fire when she is warm.
Personality: To start, sassy. Smart as well. Very sarcastic most of the time. She usually acts like she is a lot better than everyone else. She is stubborn. This is mostly because of what happened to her when she was younger. But underneath all those sneers and sarcasm, Calla can be very sweet and loving. She just prefers not be unless she finds someone that she truly loves.
Backstory: (Optional) When Calla was just a little egg, her parents were killed. A dragon hunter stole her and took her to the Scorpion Den. She hatched soon after, not expecting to be stuck inside of a tiny cage with no space. The same hunter who stole her would come in to feed her. Calla was a very sweet baby and wanted attention but she didn’t get any. The only attention she got was training. She was raised to be a vicious fighter. When she was thrown into the fighting ring for the first time at 12 years old, she did not know what to expect. She looked over to the crowds and saw the same dragon hunter that had raised her. She wanted to make him proud. Perhaps then he would love her and take care of her better. Calla fought against the giant Mudwing in the ring. This is when she discovered she could blow fire. She lost, obviously. The Mudwing scraped the left side of her face, giving her a giant scar. Calla was put back into her tiny cage. She felt furious and she changed from a sweet dragon to a horrible one. She never saw the dragon hunter again. When the rebellion happened, she was freed from her small cage. After stretching her wings, she piled into the last truck and is now resting by herself.

Looks good! Welcome to OFAF!

 

[Little Baby Bean]

Her head resting on her talons, Calla observed the other dragons. Several were sitting together, probably blabbering on about nonsense. She turned her head and watched a dragoness with silver scales heal others with injuries. How curious, Calla thought. What kind was she?