Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[Blue Raptor]

Hibiscus turned to the other dragons.
"I think we should go back," she said. "We aren't exactly useful. And besides, the humans were preparing to move to the next Checkpoint."

@Blue Raptor
@Little Baby Bean

“Well that was boring,” Cas griped. The heat was getting to him.

Kal led the group into the cavern, quickly moving to one of the small alcoves in the large, circular cave, where he gently lowered Tobias to the ground.
Jun was able to collect herself enough to assist the human, but tears still rolled down her nose as she worked, unable to shake the feeling of an overwhelming loss.
Tobias was grateful, but stubborn, continually denying whether something was painful or not, or completely ignoring her questions.
Jun suspected he was in shock.
Kassa stayed with Juniper and Tobias, assisting the violet RainWing where he could, but mostly there to support her. He knew nothing of medicine, and was glad to leave the job to Juniper.
He studied Tobias as Jun worked. The human was in immense pain, but awake enough to reject Jun's help and to insist in slurred words that he was really, truly fine, half-begging to be left alone.
Kassa held Tobias against the wall when Jun discovered the man's mutilated arm. Seeing the wound made Kassa anxious, and he couldn't shake his growing concern for Roe. What had happened to her? Why wasn't she with Tobias? He didn't doubt Juniper had the same thoughts in mind, but the determined look in her eye told Kassa that Tobias was the main focus at the moment.
Twenty minutes later, dragons slowly began to load into the transport trucks, and a few vehicles had already left by the time Jun had finished with Tobias. Kassa let the man sleep, staying loyally at his side as Jun left to help organize transport routes.

Maybe, @-Kiwi-, Sunspot could interact with Kass or something? Idk, up to yuh.

The red dragon had followed Kal and Kassa to see what had happened. Kassa’d seemed pretty shaken, and he sat by a scavenger’s side. Cas approached after a moment, glancing between the two with a mildly concerned look on his face. He tried to dig his talons into the floor, having had an uneasy feeling that didn’t manage to show through his emotions, but the metal was like rock. “What happened?” He asked, “what’s wrong with him?”

 

[Blue Raptor]

Kal led the group into the cavern, quickly moving to one of the small alcoves in the large, circular cave, where he gently lowered Tobias to the ground.
Jun was able to collect herself enough to assist the human, but tears still rolled down her nose as she worked, unable to shake the feeling of an overwhelming loss.
Tobias was grateful, but stubborn, continually denying whether something was painful or not, or completely ignoring her questions.
Jun suspected he was in shock.
Kassa stayed with Juniper and Tobias, assisting the violet RainWing where he could, but mostly there to support her. He knew nothing of medicine, and was glad to leave the job to Juniper.
He studied Tobias as Jun worked. The human was in immense pain, but awake enough to reject Jun's help and to insist in slurred words that he was really, truly fine, half-begging to be left alone.
Kassa held Tobias against the wall when Jun discovered the man's mutilated arm. Seeing the wound made Kassa anxious, and he couldn't shake his growing concern for Roe. What had happened to her? Why wasn't she with Tobias? He didn't doubt Juniper had the same thoughts in mind, but the determined look in her eye told Kassa that Tobias was the main focus at the moment.
Twenty minutes later, dragons slowly began to load into the transport trucks, and a few vehicles had already left by the time Jun had finished with Tobias. Kassa let the man sleep, staying loyally at his side as Jun left to help organize transport routes.

Maybe, @-Kiwi-, Sunspot could interact with Kass or something? Idk, up to yuh.

What happened to Sol? Is he in the same truck as Tobias?

 

[Crestcrazy2]

@-Kiwi-
@Crestcrazy2
I, huh, forgot to tag you guys- so, incase you were following along? Here ya go.
I'd appreciate feedback. Like, the bad stuff. Cuz I want to get good. So if you notice something- like cliche tropes for instance, not, like, an edit I didn't catch- please let me know!

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I know, it's not a cLifhAnGeR- I swear we'll get some soon.

Spoiler: Of Heart and Sol - Part Two

The lot door slammed shut, and I stood there for a moment, considering what to do next.
I had called Yair and explained the situation in the Truck Yard, though I said nothing about the SolarWing. He told me to clock out for the night.
Very slowly, I turned back to face my small lot, eyes drawn to the white cage in the corner.
I owned a dragon
I owned a dragon.

There were so many wounds to asses. So many horrid ways this creature had been tormented. Scales had grown over the clamps set into his wings, removing them without further injury was impossible. The leather muzzle locked tightly over his jaws had worn down the scales, the skin beneath raw and infected. Truthfully, I wondered how the dragon had yet to give up. His body told thousands of stories, every tale marked by a hideous scar.
But I could fix him. I was certain of it. I simply needed him to hold on- to never stop fighting.

I spent the night dressing wounds, and setting bones with what little medical supplies I had. A small hand held x-ray device assisted me in my tedious work, but my supplies were old and worn. Technically it all belonged to Yair. Every salve and wrap I used, I stole. But I doubted Yair would mind. If all went as I figured, he wouldn't even know.
The dragon’s breathing was sharp and unpredictable. He needed nourishment, needed energy to keep fighting against the pain, and I knew this, but I tried to appreciate every peaceful moment, fully expecting the red dragon to become an absolute monster when he awoke- but instead, I found his demeanor to be quite the opposite.
It was early morning when the SolarWing woke, and I had been working on cleaning a deep, jagged wound on the dragon’s neck, the flesh a nasty, angry red- it wasn’t a terrible infection, but if left unattended, it would certainly grow worse.
I had already removed the scabs, and was washing out the wound with iodine when the SolarWing jerked back, slamming his head against the white, steel bars.
I practically fell out of the cage, a million regrets surging through my mind as I kicked the door shut, scrambling back on my hands and knees.
The SolarWing curled in on himself, his movements jerky and sluggish.
Slowly I stood, watching as the dragon pushed himself against the cage wall, cowering behind a massive wing.
I released a quick breath, glancing away for a moment before I silently approached the cage, feeling my heart ache for the trembling beast before me. He was truly a grand creature, but so very malnourished.
I reached for my bag through the cage bars, dragging the pack towards me. At the sound of movement. The SolarWing tensed, his body absolutely rigid as I dug through my bag, retrieving a slab of dried beef. Watching tremors rack up the massive wing, which the SolarWing hid behind, I silently wondered when the dragon had last unfurled his wings, the clamps, which I had removed, must have restricted the movement for months, and I could only imagine how painful the awakened muscles must feel.
For a moment, I stood beside the cage, a silent argument raging in my mind.
Often, I was too quick to trust, and this had yet to bite me back. But I was wary of this dragon, and I seldom felt such emotions towards any being.
The SolarWing shuddered. He needed sustenance. This fact pounded into my mind for a moment longer before I unlocked the cage door. The dragon pulled his outstretched wing against himself, his bony form jutting out behind the wing membrane.
“Hey, hey, easy,” I whispered in dragon, cutting the meat package open. I grabbed my water bottle. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”
The dragon did not react, his entire body heaving with constricting breaths. I set the slab of beef down, removing the shrink wrapped packaging as I placed my water bottle beside the meat. A distant feeling of unease lurked, but I chased the emotions back, leveling my gaze as I stared down the dragon. He was huge, yes, easily dwarfing me in size, but far too weak, far too injured to fight back.
With careful steps, I approached the SolarWing. Positioning myself between the cage door and the creature, I reached out with a gentle hand, my fingers barely touching the deep red scales before the SolarWing lurched back. He threw his entire body back, retreating to the right corner of the cage where he huddled behind his wing.
Determined, I pursued the creature, my confidence growing as the tight muzzle still clamped down on the dragon's snout flashed into view.
I needed the SolarWing to see me- to realize I was no threat.
With a caring touch, I pulled the dragon’s wing back, slamming my boot down on the loose muzzle straps when he tried to escape my touch. The dragon shuddered, jerking back with desperate horror.
I knelt down beside the dragon, pinning his snout with my knee.
He was terribly easy to hold down, too weak to do much but tremble, already having spent the little energy he had. I pushed the dragon’s neck up against the bars, his muscles spasming like a dying animal.
It was moments like this when I began to question my profession. When my emotions fed off the creature in my care, when I felt sick on behalf of my patient. Perhaps this was a good thing. I never wanted to grow used to this, never desired to belittle a life. I sucked in a sharp breath, calming my nerves as I held the dragon down, feeling his energy drain, his movement grow slower and slower.
It was strange seeing such an awesome terror in the SolarWing’s eyes- it left him helpless, completely incapacitated in fear. Tears welled and streaked his scales. He took shaking, quick breaths, too exhausted to cry properly.
Truly, it was sickening.

Three days passed.
I told no one of the SolarWing- not even Cersei, though she seemed rather suspicious when I turned down her dinner offer.
Every free moment I dedicated toward the dragon.
It took a lot to get him to eat or drink, and I could never tell how much went in and how much came back up. By the second week things seemed more hopeful. The dragon still cowered and retreated, but he could eat on his own, and I no longer had to deal with the tedious work of forcing food down his throat, forcing his weak jaws shut with the muzzle straps until he swallowed. But even when the first full month passed by and he had regained what little strength his healing body could muster, he never made a move to injure me in any way.
He was still terrified, yes, but he never responded with aggression- and I appreciated that.

One night I was returning to my lot after a late night at work. Cersei had been particularly close the entire evening, talking about Roe mostly, until I bid her goodnight, promising we would talk more on the matter tomorrow- not that I cared about Roe in the least bit, I simply wanted to appease Cersei and bring a possible end to her sudden clingy nature.
Cersei had offered to join me on my walk back to my lot, and, even though I politely turned down her offer multiple times, she followed me back anyway. I let her ramble on about Roe, a silent debate warring in my mind on whether I should show Cersei the dragon or not.
I had just come to a decision when I realized, with sudden embarrassment, that Cersei had asked me a question.
“Pardon?” I said with an apologetic glance, catching Cer’s concerned expression.
“I said-... Did I do something to upset you?”
I’m positive I blushed, clearing my throat and shaking my head quickly. “Nono, not at all. Why, Cer?”
She shrugged, stopping abruptly before she leaned up against the wall, and with sudden confusion, I realized we had already reached my lot door.
“I just… August, you look so tired, like, all the time, and we don’t speak outside of work, you’ve turned down my offers to come over… we don’t hangout anymore.”
Now this I saw an as absolutely absurd comment, and, with quick retaliation, I half snapped, “Cersei, I literally just spent the entire evening listening to you drone on about Roe-”
“Exactly.” She interrupted, blocking my path as I moved to unlock my lot door, “you hardly said a word! I don’t get it. Something’s changed. And I wish you would.. tell me. Like how I tell you all of my problems?”
I felt as though she were hinting at something more serious, more… relationship related. I bit my lip.
“That’s what friends do, August.” Cersei continued. “They help each other. Something’s wrong, right? What is it?”
I pushed past Cersei, sliding my thumb across the small scanner beside the door. The door opened, and I entered the lot, letting my backpack slide off my shoulder. I glanced at Cersei, who stood in the doorway for a few, silent seconds, then paced towards the lab cage, realization creeping across her features.
Sudden regret pounded through my mind as I watched her study the SolarWing, who, as predicted, had fled to the farthest corner of the cage.
This entire time I had been stealing medical supplies from Yair- I never could have afforded it on my own, I hardly made enough to pay for my own small lot and food. Cersei certainly knew this, and for a moment I truly regretted not spending more quality time with her as of recent, wishing I hadn't unknowingly upset her. But the worry faded when Cersei turned to me, her eyes full of concern.
“How long have you had him?”
I dropped my gaze, lugging my backpack over to the blankets in the corner of the lot. “It’s been a month.”
“A-.. month?”
I walked wordlessly to the cage.
“Where did you get him?”
“Truck Yard. Next to death. I saved his life. But-” I opened the cage door and took a confident step towards the dragon. He slammed himself against the bars with such force, the entire cage shifted, screeching against the cement. “I don’t know if I really did any good. He’s too frightened to think.” The SolarWing resumed his typical stance, shielding himself behind one wing. I approached, pulling his wing back just as I had done countless times, and he let me, dropping to the floor when I released him, his wing still propped awkwardly against the cage bars.
Cersei entered the cage, standing beside me. “Look.” She whispered, as the SolarWing shifted, watching us with wild eyes. “We’ve owned him before.”
I had realized this the first day while assessing wounds. The dragon had been owned by a wide assortment of people, many brands I recognized. The marks spanned the underside of the dragon’s left wing, an endless list which crawled from the shoulder up, and looped around down a second bone. I had never seen anything like it.
“Many people have owned him.”
I watched as Cersei approached the SolarWing.
“He won’t attack, right?”
I shook my head.
Cersei advanced, reaching her hand out towards the red dragon.
He cowered, his breaths quick and suffocating.
He was always this way, and I leaned against the cage bars, a certain despair festering in my mind. Would he always be like this? It was truly disheartening to see. But when Cersei began speaking in dragon, her soft tone echoing throughout the lot, all my previous thoughts vanished.
The SolarWing’s ears twitched, and he froze for a moment.
I released a startled breath, my gaze shifting back to Cersei when she stopped, and the tremors returned, racking the dragon’s spine.
“Well, there you go.” I whispered, grinning slightly. Even such a small, insignificant reaction meant everything. Cersei caught my astonished look, and she gave a kind smile, meeting my gaze. “Shoot,” I returned her grin, gesturing towards the SolarWing, “don’t stop.”

I think the fact that Cersei was a woman, her voice young and soft, was why he was suddenly so attentive to her words. I doubted the dragon had ever been spoken to in such a carefully gentle manner. He listened to Cersei for probably two minutes while I stood by, both shocked and jealous. Cersei’s words were laced with both comfort and promises, praising my name and assuring the dragon’s safety under my care.
It was like magic.
He held on to her every word, his eyes no longer wild with fear and pain, but calm and relieved.
He stayed in the tranquill state, even when Cersei's attention shifted from the SolarWing. She began asking me questions about the dragon, and I answered honestly, certain she had realized where I was gathering my medical supplies from. But Cersei made no comment on the matter, her questions fully devoted to the well-being of the SolarWing.

It was then that I realized the true significance of our friendship. My appreciation for Cersei grew immensely, my respect for the young woman completely, and forever, won.

This do be fabulous, fo sho yo
Of the complete and utter tote’s ma’goats

(I LOVE IT! )

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Hello

 

[Crestcrazy2]

I’m sorry for not being on lately, we switched to ten hour days and it’s getting to me. lol
I feel like I can’t write cuz my arms are so tired and I am a professional procrastinator anyway

So I gather Sol has left and rescued Tobe and whoever else from the hunters?
Rose is probably in the same group or stuck in a trailer or caught by the hunters?
Helios is probably freaking out and searching the mountains for his son, realizing he probably left to get tobe and having a royal panic attack. (Haha)
Dred is just chillin with shrike and kopak.
King is still talking to Phoenix and babysitting Knight. (Idk if king has to respond to something. Probably?)

@_-Captain BRM-_
@-Kiwi-
Whoever else I have slowed down!
Sorrrrrrrrry

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

What happened to Sol? Is he in the same truck as Tobias?

Sol's position was last RPed in the Infirmary with Gen.

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This do be fabulous, fo sho yo
Of the complete and utter tote’s ma’goats

(I LOVE IT! )

Why, thank you, señor.

So I gather Sol has left and rescued Tobe and whoever else from the hunters?

Tobias and Gables were on their way to the cavern when the assassins got to them. Gables died.
Bro, just reread those posts, they were so hekkin instenze, it'll make sense.

Rose is probably in the same group or stuck in a trailer or caught by the hunters?

To my knowledge, Rose is still in Ferrin's estate.

Helios is probably freaking out and searching the mountains for his son, realizing he probably left to get tobe and having a royal panic attack. (Haha)

Suuuure. But Sol *is* in the cavern now xD.

Dred is just chillin with shrike and kopak.

Yass.

King is still talking to Phoenix and babysitting Knight. (Idk if king has to respond to something. Probably?)

@_-Captain BRM-_
@-Kiwi-
Whoever else I have slowed down!
Sorrrrrrrrry

Np, bro.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

“Well that was boring,” Cas griped. The heat was getting to him.

The red dragon had followed Kal and Kassa to see what had happened. Kassa’d seemed pretty shaken, and he sat by a scavenger’s side. Cas approached after a moment, glancing between the two with a mildly concerned look on his face. He tried to dig his talons into the floor, having had an uneasy feeling that didn’t manage to show through his emotions, but the metal was like rock. “What happened?” He asked, “what’s wrong with him?”

"Oh, him?" Kass nodded towards Tobias with a caring smile. The man could finally rest, finally relax- he was dead asleep. But Kassa stayed by his side, waiting for Sol. "He just had a little run in with... some evil idiot dragon. That's all." Kassa sniffed, motioning for Cass to join him. "Everything's fine now. He'll be fine." The RainWing gave a confident nod. "You know him?" Kass gestured towards the human.

@Blue Raptor

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Sol's position was last RPed in the Infirmary with Gen.

Why, thank you, señor.

Tobias and Gables were on their way to the cavern when the assassins got to them. Gables died.
Bro, just reread those posts, they were so hekkin instenze, it'll make sense.

To my knowledge, Rose is still in Ferrin's estate.

Suuuure. But Sol *is* in the cavern now xD.

Yass.

Np, bro.

Gotcha!

Of course

Sadness

Ooooooh boy, ok!

Lol

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Gotcha!

Of course

Sadness

Ooooooh boy, ok!

Lol

Ferrin and Fracture are still there. I can write something up for Ferr and Rose later.
Vel and Alicanto are heading there rn, so there still is quite a group of rebels in The Den.

 

[SarcasticDrag0n]

“Well that was boring,” Cas griped. The heat was getting to him.

The red dragon had followed Kal and Kassa to see what had happened. Kassa’d seemed pretty shaken, and he sat by a scavenger’s side. Cas approached after a moment, glancing between the two with a mildly concerned look on his face. He tried to dig his talons into the floor, having had an uneasy feeling that didn’t manage to show through his emotions, but the metal was like rock. “What happened?” He asked, “what’s wrong with him?”

Hibiscus bounded into the room behind Cas. "Where's Sol?" she called to anyone who could hear. "Is he ok? What happened??" Her wings vibrated with anxiety.