Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Alicanto could see Starholder pacing toward him, stepping off the highway and onto the sand again.
No.
The Cloudwing tried to push himself up, his chest burning with every panting, strained breath he took.
I can still fight.
Rage was coursing through his veins. Weirdly, none of it was directed at the Nightwing. He was furious with himself.
I... I'm shaking.
Furious for showing weakness. Furious for losing to the hunter.
No.
His limbs trembled as he tried to put his weight on them.
I am not weak.
His forearms gave out again as he tried to stand up, and he gasped as his chest flared when his ribs hit the ground again.
"I am not..." his breath came out strained, but the essence of a growl touched his voice.
"I am not... weak..."
He forced his legs beneath him again.
"I. Am not. Weak."
He pressed himself up, still shaking, fighting against the pain. Fury pulsing through his body.
A stream of sickly black liquid shot toward Starholders head, most of it missing and landing sticky on the sand. The Nightwing recoiled with a howl of pain and more venom splattered onto his face from the invisible enemy.
Alicanto barely had time to comprehend what happened. In a matter of horrific seconds, Starholder was dead, and the truck was lying totaled in the sand on the other side of the highway. Cars were stopped or wrecked along the road, some of the humans standing outside their vehicles, others scrambling to retrieve any others among the wreckage.
Alicanto's blurred eyes drifted back to Vel. The Rainwing was staring blankly at him. Her scales didn't shift with any emotions the Rainwing was feeling, if she was feeling them at all. For a moment, Alicanto stared back at her in shock, finally managing to stay on his feet.
"You helped me..." he rasped, his voice cracking from the lack of breath.
"Why?"

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Little Baby Bean
(I'm gonna go play Minecraft for like 30 mins to an hour, be back in a little while.)

Vel approached the dragon slowly.
Her gaze flicked over his unimpressive form, feathers jutting out oddly from his shaking body.
"Stay down, CloudWing." She warned, suddenly smacking him across the face with the tip of her wing.
The silver dragon stumbled, and Vel shoved him over, placing a talon on his throat.
She lowered her head, growling in his ear. "Stay. Down."
Blood pooled from the dragon's neck. Vel snatched his tense talon, pushing his palm against the wound. "Hold that. Don't let up, idiot," she shoved his talon back down on the wound, "you'll bleed out and die." She glanced at the disastrous freeway. "I'll be right back."

@-Shade-

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Spoiler: Of Heart and Sol - Part Three

For the next two weeks, Cersei faithfully visited my lot, coming back from work with me every night.
The SolarWing began to move. He began to step out of his cage, both mentally and physically. But most importantly- he began to trust.
We started out slow.
My daily routine with the dragon didn’t change much. I’d make him unfurl his wings completely, stretch the tight muscles in his back legs and foretalons, and I’d lead him around the lot, watching his muscles tense and spasm in pain and fear.
He was on multiple pain drugs, but it was always an adventure to get him to accept the medicine. I could no longer pin him down, or force him to take a serum by mouth- he was much too strong, even though he was still healing and sick.
The dragon was never aggressive with me.
Even when I forced each, tight claw back, helping work the blood down into his continually clenched, pale back-talons.
Even when I reopened closed wounds to clean the injury out and keep infection at bay.
Even when Cersei and I would corral him to the back corner, and pin his neck against the cell bars so that one of us could administer whatever medicine necessary.
He hid pain well when he was the one in control. But if I ever had to restrain him in any way, the horrid fear would return, the awful terror. His breaths would come in short, desperate gasps of anticipation, and he’d wear himself down over nothing. It wasn’t good for him, and I knew it. But what else was there to do? Sedatives were hard on the body, and I feared I’d reset our progress completely if I stole the SolarWing’s consciousness.
Sometimes silent tears would roll down his broad cheeks as I worked, leaving me to wonder whether they were my doing, or the tramazing fear that never left his eyes.
It hurt to see any creature this way, but every ounce of pain felt by the dragon only kindled my fierce loyalty towards him.

The dragon began to listen to me, too, his ears and eyes alert as I spoke and moved. He began to grow eager every night when I returned from work, waiting silently at the cage door.
He still hadn’t spoken to me with his own voice, his own words, but I knew he was capable of the action due to the countless nights I awoke to the dragon's fevered dreams. He would say words with little meaning, sometimes stringing them together to create a nonsensical sentence, or he’d mutter bits and pieces, leaving me to guess, and try to connect dots which never really existed.
Progress was being made, albeit slowly, but progress all the same.
A new hope began to germinate, and I looked at the SolarWing with a caring, loving air, no longer holding back reserved emotions for the creature, my spirit considerably lifted.

“So.” Cersei started, trotting up to my side. “Have you thought of a name?”
This was a question which had been nagging at me for weeks.
Last night, before she left, Cersei had tried to coax the dragon into speaking. We wanted to learn his name. He had stared back at her with gentle, knowing eyes, but remained silent, eventually growing tired of her questions.
“Yeah,” I nodded, stopping beside my lot door, “but I want to hear what you came up with first.” I pushed the door open.
Cersei moved straight for the dragon, her dark, straight hair tied back in a disastrous clump.
He was waiting for us, his ears alert, standing beside the cage door.
“I couldn’t really come up with anything good.” Cersei admitted, opening the cage door. “Honestly, I don’t feel like I know him well enough yet. Every day he seems to change.”
I sighed. This was true. Somedays I would think we made significant progress, only to wake and find the SolarWing huddled in the far corner of the cage, tremors racking his spine.
His personality was never predictable.
I set my pack down beside my bed, retrieving the regular vials and a syringe, then moved towards the lab cage. “I know,” I offered Cersei the short, narrow vials. “But he’s gotten a bit better.”
Cersei took the vials as she entered the lab cage. “I’m getting rather tired of calling him ‘SolarWing.’”
Cersei reached towards the red dragon, and he jerked his head away, retreating a few steps back. I frowned, leaning up against the cage bars as Cersei whispered a quick apology, slowing her movement.
He pulled away from her again, stumbling back quickly, and I motioned Cersei towards me, recognizing the all too familiar look of fear in the dragon’s eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Cersei whispered, meeting my gaze for a moment as she backed against the cage bars.
With a quick shake of my head, I walked around the cage, keeping the bars between us as I approached the dragon.
I was pleased to see him putting weight on his left wing and back talon. He usually favored the entire left side of his body, due to a torn ligament in his left shoulder, and an infection in the back of his left heel.
The dragon approached me with a calm air, and I extended my hand, running fingers along his curved cheekbone.
I glanced back at Cersei with a playful grin. "How the tables have turned."
She smiled, but shook her head, advancing slowly towards the dragon. "I must be missing something…"
Immediately he rushed back, trapping himself in the corner, crouching low to the ground.
My heart leapt as a low growl vibrated through the lot.
"Cersei, get out." I whispered, nodding towards the cage door, not daring to move.
Cersei froze, and I could see the hurt in her eyes.
But the SolarWing crouched lower to the ground, bearing his teeth, legs shaking as he awoke weak muscles.
"Get out." I repeated, and Cersei listened, backing away slowly.
The dragon's growling died out as Cersei retreated, slipping out of the cage a moment later.
His eyes followed her across the room, and I could see him struggling to focus as he stumbled to counter her movement, shifting to the opposite end of the cage.
"What do you think it is?" Cersei asked quietly.
English was my first language- but hearing her speak it in my lot somehow caught me off guard. I was so used to speaking Dragon around the SolarWing, it took me a moment to reply.
"I wonder…" I began in English, trailing off when the SolarWing's ears moved flat against his head. I switched back to Dragon. "Take your hair out, Cer. I wonder if he can't recognize you."
Cersei hardly ever tied her hair back. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen it pulled away from her face, but the idea of this upsetting the dragon seemed quite probable, given that nothing else about Cersei had changed even remotely.
It might be a stretch, but worth a shot.
I took the vials from Cersei as she removed the binder, her black hair brushing her shoulders as she looped the band around her wrist.
She approached the SolarWing, holding her hands out, and I found myself holding my breath, hoping my reasoning was correct.
"Hey, bud. It's just me." Cersei whispered, stopping in front of the cage doorway. "Just me." She offered her empty hand, and I watched the fear dissipate from his eyes.
"There we go." I breathed. "Maybe he's struggling to see. Strange that he couldn't recognize you."
"Strange that he responded that way." Cersei mumbled, and I was in complete agreement.
I had yet to hear the dragon growl, or see him respond with any sort of aggression. It was unnerving to see him go so far- the dragon had no fire restricting drugs in his system, nor had he been fitted with the commonly seen shock collars so many trainers used to keep the dragon in line. I’d hate to use anything of that sort and risk a setback on our already fragile relationship.
But the SolarWing truly was dangerous. He could easily kill us both if he desired to do so.
"Do you think he's okay?" Cersei asked, nodding when the dragon nudged her hand, taking a step forward.
I joined Cersei, offering the vials once again.
The SolarWing stepped back, moving out of Cersei's reach.
No way.
I moved my hand back.
No. He was smart. Of course he had recognized Cersei. It was the drugs, the vials which had scared him away.
Yes, I used syringes and vials around the SolarWing regularly, and he had been on multiple medications for the past several weeks- but just today I had added one to the mix. Straight biotin. It wasn’t even that important. I wanted to bring the shine back to the SolarWing's dull, sickly scales.
I wasn't sure how the dragon had noticed the added vial. It looked no different than the five other slender bottles. Perhaps he'd seen me collecting the vials from across the room, perhaps he had noticed me add the sixth. Whatever the case, a sudden realization crept down my spine.
Had he really fooled us this entire time?
He was smart. He was stupid smart. And, though continually blinded by broken fear, I had a feeling this dragon was so much more that he seemed.
We only saw the fear and the pain.
Oh, how I desired to be in his mind, to read his thoughts, to know what was really going on in his mind.
The SolarWing met my gaze with a knowing look.
I shivered, scoffing in awe.

Yah, yeh, YAA, it's GUNNA GET exciting, gotta build it, yo. Appreciate feedback.
@-Shade-
@-Kiwi-
@Crestcrazy2

Wait- honest opinion, was this boring?
I've never written something feeling so slow. Lots of *brain thoughts*, but I think that happens when writing in first person. I am super hyped for what I have planned, but the set up...
Thing one & Thing two.

 

[-Kiwi-]

Wait- honest opinion, was this boring?
I've never written something feeling so slow. Lots of *brain thoughts*, but I think that happens when writing in first person. I am super hyped for what I have planned, but the set up...
Thing one & Thing two.

No no no it’s not boring at all, it provides necessary information in the form of PARAGRAFFS

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

No no no it’s not boring at all, it provides necessary information in the form of PARAGRAFFS

Excellentttt, thank you, Kiwi. What's your Tumblr account called?

 

[Yukiko]

Sunspot turned quickly, stifling a snarl as she realized it was Crest, the SeaWing from the truck yard.
“Problem?” She said with a slight edge to her voice. “No. I’m waiting for a… friend. Not that it’s any of your business.”

She wasn’t sure wether Eclipse counted as a friend yet. This SeaWing definitely didn’t.

Crest cocked his head slightly at her response. Not the nicest, huh? He continued, bowing his head slightly towards her, "Yes, yes, I know it isn't, but I was just making sure you knew that the transport was getting ready to leave. He turned his head towards the small icewing and smiled warmly. "We wouldn't want you two to get left out here in the desert."
He looked back to the solarwing, "But, if you would rather not have my help, I can simply go back into the transport and see if I'm needed there."

 

[-Shade-]

No no no it’s not boring at all, it provides necessary information in the form of PARAGRAFFS

Yes, agreed. I always try to start my longer stories out slowly, it provides rising action, you don't wanna jump in too quickly.

 

[-Shade-]

Vel approached the dragon slowly.
Her gaze flicked over his unimpressive form, feathers jutting out oddly from his shaking body.
"Stay down, CloudWing." She warned, suddenly smacking him across the face with the tip of her wing.
The silver dragon stumbled, and Vel shoved him over, placing a talon on his throat.
She lowered her head, growling in his ear. "Stay. Down."
Blood pooled from the dragon's neck. Vel snatched his tense talon, pushing his palm against the wound. "Hold that. Don't let up, idiot," she shoved his talon back down on the wound, "you'll bleed out and die." She glanced at the disastrous freeway. "I'll be right back."

@-Shade-

Alicanto felt his splitting headache flare torturously as Vel's wing connected with his skull. His vision blurred again and he lashed out instinctively from his awkward position on the ground, trying in vain to defend himself, trying to pull out from beneath the talon placed against the wound on his throat.
He felt the Rainwing catch his talon in a painful grip and shove it against his neck. The pain that was throbbing from the wound made his stomach wretch, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep down the bile rising in his throat.
"Stay. Down."
He vaguely heard her words through the ringing in his ears, and he stopped struggling, realizing as she explained the necessity to keep the pressure against the wound.
Stop panicking, He thought fiercely to himself. Panic drowns thought.
He watched Vel pace away, scraping for every last bit of strength he had to keep his talon pressed against his neck.
What is she doing?
He readjusted, shifting into a more comfortable position as he tracked the Rainwing with his gaze.

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Little Baby Bean

 

[Yukiko]

Corvus felt a few feathers snap painfully as he hit the ground. He rolled to his feet quickly, snarling.
“Lies,” he hissed. “Everything Vulture says is. Whatever he promised you is a lie too. He doesn’t love a thing on this earth.”

His mind raced. He sized up the mutant in front of him, noting the chain in the clawed hand, as well as a gun at his hip. Flying away might get Corvus shot.

But Vulture knowing Corvus’ location scared him. How did he know? Did the Nest have spies?

King?

He discarded that thought fairly quickly, but it wasn’t impossible.

Corvus stood frozen, each waiting for the other to move.

"Lies," he heard the cloudwing hiss. "Everything Vulture says is. Whatever he promised you is a lie too. He doesn't love a thing on this earth."
Sage could almost see the gears turning in the cloudwing's mind. He has so many questions doesn't he? Sage almost smiled, a rare thing for him, as he replied.
"Oh, I never said that Vulture loved anything... Trust me I know..." His hissing voice seemed to snake its way through the shadows of the trees as his glowing blue eyes glanced occasionally towards the surroundings, assessing his options. Remember, no killing or hurting him....well, that badly anyway.
Sage finished his assessment quickly and went back to the cloudwing. He locked eyes with the dragon, the reptilian eyes filled with cold anger and hate. Again, the tiniest hint of a grin spread onto his face and Sage continued, "I also never said that Vulture would help you to obtain what you wanted. I'm the one who could help you with that." He took a step closer to the dragon, muscles tensed for action but body strangely relaxed. This was what he was used to. He did this every day. Tasks like this for Vulture or training for tasks from Vulture. He gripped the chain tighter and took another step closer to the dragon, he slightly unfurled his wings and waited, watching the cloudwing carefully.

@-Kiwi-

 

[Yukiko]

Crest cocked his head slightly at her response. Not the nicest, huh? He continued, bowing his head slightly towards her, "Yes, yes, I know it isn't, but I was just making sure you knew that the transport was getting ready to leave. He turned his head towards the small icewing and smiled warmly. "We wouldn't want you two to get left out here in the desert."
He looked back to the solarwing, "But, if you would rather not have my help, I can simply go back into the transport and see if I'm needed there."

@-Kiwi-

 

[-Kiwi-]

"Lies," he heard the cloudwing hiss. "Everything Vulture says is. Whatever he promised you is a lie too. He doesn't love a thing on this earth."
Sage could almost see the gears turning in the cloudwing's mind. He has so many questions doesn't he? Sage almost smiled, a rare thing for him, as he replied.
"Oh, I never said that Vulture loved anything... Trust me I know..." His hissing voice seemed to snake its way through the shadows of the trees as his glowing blue eyes glanced occasionally towards the surroundings, assessing his options. Remember, no killing or hurting him....well, that badly anyway.
Sage finished his assessment quickly and went back to the cloudwing. He locked eyes with the dragon, the reptilian eyes filled with cold anger and hate. Again, the tiniest hint of a grin spread onto his face and Sage continued, "I also never said that Vulture would help you to obtain what you wanted. I'm the one who could help you with that." He took a step closer to the dragon, muscles tensed for action but body strangely relaxed. This was what he was used to. He did this every day. Tasks like this for Vulture or training for tasks from Vulture. He gripped the chain tighter and took another step closer to the dragon, he slightly unfurled his wings and waited, watching the cloudwing carefully.

@-Kiwi-

“Stay away from me,” Corvus hissed, crouching closer to the ground.

What even was this dude?

Part human, and one of Vultures toys. That’s all Corvus needed to know.

If Corvus managed to fly away and escape, this creature would simply find him again.

He had to get rid of him.

Corvus had never killed anything bigger than a deer before, let alone another dragon. If this even counted.

He curled his claws into the mulchy forest floor. He was bigger. Stronger. He had the advantage here.

Right?

Corvus shook his head, pinning back his ears and baring his teeth, crest standing tall.

He lunged, claws outstretched, aiming to grab the mutants scaled arms.

(Corvus is an awful fighter, bee-tee-dubs)

@Yukiko