Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

Helios nodded, “Yes of course, the Kingdom can’t stand to lose another Solarwing. After you and Tasha were….taken, moral dropped and even more citizens left to become wanderers. They feared another attack, like that one, would wipe us out.” He answered. “We have several alliances now, the Skywings and Mudwings. Even a pack of Snowwings living near our borders have agreed to an alliance.” He explained, hoping that maybe having alliances and other dragons to help in case of an attack would help Sol make the decision to come home.
"That's awesome." Sol agreed in a quiet tone. "But.. could you bring a human there? Into the Kingdom? I'm not-" he looked away, "I'm not leaving Tobias. He's all I know. I couldn't leave him." Sol sighed, bracing himself to hear his father's next words.
 
Taber, when you're ready, you should start Alicanto and the boyyyz ;)
More wingbeats churned the air around the lookout tower, showering the thin structure with a heavy wind before the sound of heavy talons thumped onto the solid landing platform.
Alicanto opened one eye lazily as the hunter stalked into the tower behind him, the sound of human chattering accompanying the black dragon.
Alicanto was lying sprawled on the edge of the lookout, his tail, left wing, and left forearm dangling carelessly over the perilous drop. He opened his other eye, feeling a prick of annoyance at the interruption to his nap. But it wasn't anything new. Every time the guards changed position, they came through in a flurry of clumsy wingbeats and booming laughter, usually talking to their human riders or fellow hunters, carelessly, gracelessly. The silver Cloudwing found them all ridiculous, almost childish. But he had been instructed to stay put. Why specifically that one tower, he didn't know, nor did he care. Possibly because his superiors didn't actually care what he was doing, as long as he was somewhere he wouldn't feel inclined to do something rebellious.
Of course, he still had that incentive no matter where he was, if the situation didn't prove itself reckless. It was a feeling he'd had for years but never acted on. What was the point? He was surviving just fine in the Scorpion Den. He would worry about escaping when he felt there was something more to escape from.
The Nightwing's thumping footsteps approached him, and Alicanto braced himself, half expecting the hunter to try to shove him off the ledge. No matter what the Cloudwing said or did, there was one underhanded message the Nightwings were too thick-skulled to catch onto. Alicanto could kill them easily if he wanted to. They had no caution of him, despite the countless hunting missions he'd taken almost completely alone. The humans were aware of what he was capable of. They sent him out on missions all the time to carry out some sort of job the other hunters couldn't handle, and he had yet to hear of a more successful mercenary in the Den still.
"Professor wants to see you," the Nightwing grunted, a vaguely familiar voice. Alicanto didn't care to remember every single Nightwing hunter in the Den, but he could usually tell the difference between the most frequented few. He knew this one was still new to the hunter's creed, and yet, he acted like he was superior to all the others from his platoon and even a few of the older hunters. While it was annoying, his suffocatingly massive pride made him all the more fun to mess with.
Alicanto didn't respond, just stared over the city roofs, watching the activity in the truckyard a short distance away. Most of the activity had died down now, the most interesting thing being the large, dragon transport and the limo that had pulled away roughly an hour before. Now, humans wandered around with petty tasks, and hunters were constantly taking rounds through the Maze's twisting hallways.
The Nightwing growled and paced a little closer.
"The profess-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm not deaf," Alicanto interrupted. This Nightwing always said the perfect things to open room for the Cloudwing's retorts. The silver dragon stood up slowly.
"I know you enjoy listening to the sound of your own voice but," he paused, allowing himself a wide, lazy yawn. "Spare the rest of us, why don't you."
He didn't wait for the hunter to respond, leaning over the ledge with his wings half opened and dove over the side of the tower. He slowly pulled up, unfurling his metallic wings all the way and soaring quickly over the scattered rooftops, almost close enough to touch them.
The space opened up over the truckyard, allowing room for him to beat his wings, and he quickly rose into the air, angling his feathered wings slightly to turn in the direction of the research facilities.

(So @_-Captain BRM-_ , are Alicanto and Gen going to work together or are the different organizations sending them out separately and they kinda have to compete for the hunt)
 
Why do I always have to be assigned to this stupid job? Ajax thought bitterly. He hated having to stand guard around a bunch of grumpy NightWing soldiers. Now that the fighting part of the rebellion was done, nothing good ever happened. He needed action. He needed to do something other than sit around.

(I don’t know how to add him into Alicante’s and Gen’s parts…)
 
More wingbeats churned the air around the lookout tower, showering the thin structure with a heavy wind before the sound of heavy talons thumped onto the solid landing platform.
Alicanto opened one eye lazily as the hunter stalked into the tower behind him, the sound of human chattering accompanying the black dragon.
Alicanto was lying sprawled on the edge of the lookout, his tail, left wing, and left forearm dangling carelessly over the perilous drop. He opened his other eye, feeling a prick of annoyance at the interruption to his nap. But it wasn't anything new. Every time the guards changed position, they came through in a flurry of clumsy wingbeats and booming laughter, usually talking to their human riders or fellow hunters, carelessly, gracelessly. The silver Cloudwing found them all ridiculous, almost childish. But he had been instructed to stay put. Why specifically that one tower, he didn't know, nor did he care. Possibly because his superiors didn't actually care what he was doing, as long as he was somewhere he wouldn't feel inclined to do something rebellious.
Of course, he still had that incentive no matter where he was, if the situation didn't prove itself reckless. It was a feeling he'd had for years but never acted on. What was the point? He was surviving just fine in the Scorpion Den. He would worry about escaping when he felt there was something more to escape from.
The Nightwing's thumping footsteps approached him, and Alicanto braced himself, half expecting the hunter to try to shove him off the ledge. No matter what the Cloudwing said or did, there was one underhanded message the Nightwings were too thick-skulled to catch onto. Alicanto could kill them easily if he wanted to. They had no caution of him, despite the countless hunting missions he'd taken almost completely alone. The humans were aware of what he was capable of. They sent him out on missions all the time to carry out some sort of job the other hunters couldn't handle, and he had yet to hear of a more successful mercenary in the Den still.
"Professor wants to see you," the Nightwing grunted, a vaguely familiar voice. Alicanto didn't care to remember every single Nightwing hunter in the Den, but he could usually tell the difference between the most frequented few. He knew this one was still new to the hunter's creed, and yet, he acted like he was superior to all the others from his platoon and even a few of the older hunters. While it was annoying, his suffocatingly massive pride made him all the more fun to mess with.
Alicanto didn't respond, just stared over the city roofs, watching the activity in the truckyard a short distance away. Most of the activity had died down now, the most interesting thing being the large, dragon transport and the limo that had pulled away roughly an hour before. Now, humans wandered around with petty tasks, and hunters were constantly taking rounds through the Maze's twisting hallways.
The Nightwing growled and paced a little closer.
"The profess-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm not deaf," Alicanto interrupted. This Nightwing always said the perfect things to open room for the Cloudwing's retorts. The silver dragon stood up slowly.
"I know you enjoy listening to the sound of your own voice but," he paused, allowing himself a wide, lazy yawn. "Spare the rest of us, why don't you."
He didn't wait for the hunter to respond, leaning over the ledge with his wings half opened and dove over the side of the tower. He slowly pulled up, unfurling his metallic wings all the way and soaring quickly over the scattered rooftops, almost close enough to touch them.
The space opened up over the truckyard, allowing room for him to beat his wings, and he quickly rose into the air, angling his feathered wings slightly to turn in the direction of the research facilities.

(So @_-Captain BRM-_ , are Alicanto and Gen going to work together or are the different organizations sending them out separately and they kinda have to compete for the hunt)
I think The Den is desperate enough to throw all their killers together. Tell me what I should do with Gen, and I'll write it.
 
I think The Den is desperate enough to throw all their killers together. Tell me what I should do with Gen, and I'll write it.
Maybe someone in charge of the lab he comes from can tell him the mission, but also tell him he has to work with Alicanto. Whether Gen's heard of or knows him, idk, it's your character so most of that is up to you
 
Why do I always have to be assigned to this stupid job? Ajax thought bitterly. He hated having to stand guard around a bunch of grumpy NightWing soldiers. Now that the fighting part of the rebellion was done, nothing good ever happened. He needed action. He needed to do something other than sit around.

(I don’t know how to add him into Alicante’s and Gen’s parts…)
Alicanto might be assigned to come and find him in a bit
 
“Well, you go ahead,” Shrike urged halfheartedly, stepping out of the transport cautiously and glancing around with raised feathers.
Dred had finally spotted the truck with his teammates in it and soared down on unsteady wings. He landed outside the truck with a thump, crashing into the side of it slightly and making it rock back and forth a few times. “Oops. Not great at flying, sorry.” He said with a grin.

Nebula

Gamora
Kapok practically leapt out of the truck, unable to contain his excitement at the aspect of freedom. But despite his urge to leap into the air and fly and swoop until his wings hurt, he stayed beside Shrike, sensing the Cloudwing's caution and unease. Dred dropped out of the sky suddenly, making Kapok jump a little and he gave the Mudwing and amused grin when he crashed into the side of the transport clumsily.
Kapok blinked up at the blazing sun still rising in the sky. The feeling of the light on his scales made him want to lay on the ground with his wings unfurled like a giant leaf, soaking up every drop of its rays. He couldn't stop smiling.
 
Kapok practically leapt out of the truck, unable to contain his excitement at the aspect of freedom. But despite his urge to leap into the air and fly and swoop until his wings hurt, he stayed beside Shrike, sensing the Cloudwing's caution and unease. Dred dropped out of the sky suddenly, making Kapok jump a little and he gave the Mudwing and amused grin when he crashed into the side of the transport clumsily.
Kapok blinked up at the blazing sun still rising in the sky. The feeling of the light on his scales made him want to lay on the ground with his wings unfurled like a giant leaf, soaking up every drop of its rays. He couldn't stop smiling.
Drax, Rocket
 

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