Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Oh, geez, the saturation Gosh, I hath been blinded.

 

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Okay, thank youuuuuuuu- bye.

Oh literally I am afraid Shrike gonna WRECK those cars XD

 

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Oh, geez, the saturation Gosh, I hath been blinded.

XD

 

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An explosion nearby sent a wave of sand into Sunspots eyes, shocking her back to reality for a second. She saw a tiny human with long hair sprinting across the sand with a gun. The little human seemed to be… attacking the hunters?

Whelp. That’s it. Thought Sunspot, dizzy from the hot waves of pain pulsing through her. I’m hallucinating and we’re all DOOMED.

Sunspot saw black scales from the corner of her eye and hissed, but her scales didn’t seem to be doing their thing. The NightWing circled her carefully, snarling, and Sunspot growled back, supporting herself mostly with her wings.

Suddenly the hunter pounced, hitting her right side and knocking her over onto her wounded leg. Stifling a yelp, she twisted and lunged her head forward like a snake, snapping down on the NightWing’s spiny neck. The other dragon rolled, pinning Sunspot’s wings down with his own.

With a grunt, Sunspot kicked upwards with her good leg with everything she had in her, connecting just below the NightWing’s rib cage. The black dragon let out a grunt but only tightened his grip.

Uh oh. Sunspot was not very skilled in combat when it came down to it. She mostly relied on her fiery scales.

Eclipse slammed sideways into another Nightwing, sending the hunter reeling, and slashed out at another that approached from her side. It was getting harder to stay defensively above the human firing beneath her, and black clouds were appearing around the edges of her vision, making it hard to tell where the Nightwings actually were until they were nearly on top of her. Eclipse heard Sunspot let out a small yelp behind her and she turned in time to watch the black dragon pin her down. Her fire scales must have been almost completely out by now. Another Nightwing bit down on Eclipse's wing and she shriek, jerking her wing upward and knocking the hunter hard in the jaw. She stumbled a moment and then lunged at the dragon on top of Sunspot. She didn't have enough strength left to knock him off completely, but he faltered under her weight and let out a howl of pain as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder and raked her iron claws down his wing. Eclipse wasn't even sure if she managed to get him off the Solarwing before giant claws closed around her wing shoulders and yanked her off the Nightwing, hauling her into the air.

 

[Harmonylight]

An explosion nearby sent a wave of sand into Sunspots eyes, shocking her back to reality for a second. She saw a tiny human with long hair sprinting across the sand with a gun. The little human seemed to be… attacking the hunters?

Whelp. That’s it. Thought Sunspot, dizzy from the hot waves of pain pulsing through her. I’m hallucinating and we’re all DOOMED.

Sunspot saw black scales from the corner of her eye and hissed, but her scales didn’t seem to be doing their thing. The NightWing circled her carefully, snarling, and Sunspot growled back, supporting herself mostly with her wings.

Suddenly the hunter pounced, hitting her right side and knocking her over onto her wounded leg. Stifling a yelp, she twisted and lunged her head forward like a snake, snapping down on the NightWing’s spiny neck. The other dragon rolled, pinning Sunspot’s wings down with his own.

With a grunt, Sunspot kicked upwards with her good leg with everything she had in her, connecting just below the NightWing’s rib cage. The black dragon let out a grunt but only tightened his grip.

Uh oh. Sunspot was not very skilled in combat when it came down to it. She mostly relied on her fiery scales.

(Here's neoma's part, i'm replying to this part but this is going to be everything she's done over the span of the battle. It's just easier to reply to one part rather than... like.... FIFTY hahahahaha)

Neoma snarled, lunging at the nearest dragon. Her small frame allowed her to slip past his reaching talons and fasten her teeth in his wing-bone, ripping as hard as she could. She was rewarded with a blood-curdling scream. She flung herself backwards, skidding on the loose sand. Neoma jumped up in the air and gave a flap of her wings quickly, avoiding another dragon that ran at her. She dove back down, landing on his back and hearing a snap as she pressed her weight down on his base tail joint.
While still standing on his back, she whirled around and whammed her tail into his skull. He stopped wriggling and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Neoma panted for a half second, and whipped her head around, but wasn't quick enough to see a Nightwing that had just flown by and exhaled a stream of fire at her tail. She screeched in fury and pain as it singed her tail tip.
"OH YOU DIDN'T!!" Neoma howled, and brought out her warping. It formed into her blade, and she leapt into the air, winging after the Nightwing that was flapping in a circle, preparing to dive down at her companions.
She growled loudly, and the Nightwing's head snapped up. His eyes widened as he saw Neoma charging at him.
The feeling of rage that Neoma seemed to always have simmering in her belly exploded, with the pain of her burnt tail setting off a long-dead fuse.
She drove the dragon towards the ground, shoving him beneath her. They hit the sand, and Neoma dug her claws into his scales to keep from being thrown off. Blood oozed from beneath her talons, and the Nightwing screamed.
But Neoma was deaf to him.
Maybe she was blind.
Either way, she lost control.
Her blade raised high in the air, and she roared angrily.
Her blade zipped down.
At the last second, Neoma knew she should stop.
The dragon beneath her was stopped. He couldn't move because he was trapped....
But she didn't. Without hesitation, the blade sank into his neck, and he gurgled. Blood bubbled around the deep wound in his neck, and he coughed.
He coughed once.
Neoma stood over him, watching him convulse in his last seconds. Her sides moved fast as she panted, and her teeth were stained red form the Nightwing she had bitten earlier. She had hurt one, knocked another out....
And now killed one.
The feeling of numb fury began to subside, and she stared at the dead dragon beneath her claws. She had just killed him.

Now what was the difference between her and Milza?

She stumbled backwards, and a ringing started in her ears.
But behind the ringing, there were roars. Screams. Sounds of fear and pain. And it was coming from behind her.
Neoma and the Nightwing had tumbled a ways away from the main fight, and she had been standing over him- well, she didn't know how long. But as she turned and looked, there was so much going on she couldn't see it all. But one thing she saw was the human protecting Eclipse. And Eclipse protecting-
Well, wait- they were all protecting each other.
Neoma shook herself. A stray tear tried sliding down her nose and her breath caught in her throat. It took everything in her to not sob. But if they were going to survive, she was going to have to keep going.
She glanced behind her and felt vomit rise inside. His eyes were open and his neck was at an impossible angle, as she had twisted it when stumbling away. Blood spilled from various gashes on his body, and odd twitches still occurred here and there.
Neoma bit her own tongue hard enough to taste blood, and it woke her from her daze. She turned and pushed it to the back of her mind momentarily, allowing herself to leap back into action. A stray Nightwing began to dive at Helios, who was surrounding another in fire. Oh. The leader.
Neoma grunted as yet again, she made contact with another flying dragon. As they tumbled to the ground, she could see Helios still had the leader trapped. She landed on this Nightwing and looked down-
Directly into his eyes.
Neoma's warping hovered beside her in blade form, and she froze. Only a few moments ago had this same picture been painted.
Suddenly, while she hesitated, the dragon underneath her lunged upwards, taking her neck in his teeth. She screamed and tried to twist away. But he was strong. He flipped her over, and let go briefly.
His right talon raised into the air, and he began to swipe down towards her throat. And then he stopped.
They stared at each other.
And he seemed to have the same guilt Neoma felt.
His head began to shake. His eyes welled up.
His grip loosened.
Neoma stared in horror and... something else she didn't know she would feel...
Disappointment.
"Please.... please just do it." She whispered desperately, not even knowing if he heard her.
"....No...." he responded lowly.
"Please..." Neoma choked out behind tears. "PLEASE!" She screeched. "I killed one of your own. I don't- I don't want to-" She couldn't breathe from panic and stopped, hyperventilating.
A sob rose in her throat as he stared at her with widening eyes, and then he closed them and let out a huge breath.
"No." He muttered. "This is sick."
He did the last thing Neoma expected. He let go. He flapped his wings and rose into the air.
And he flew towards the trees, leaving them behind.
Neoma stared out of the corner of her eyes, tears streaming like water.
She closed her eyes now and laid there. She didn't care if she was killed.
She waited, listening to the battle sounds.

 

[Harmonylight]

i had to make up for lost time XD i also love when characters do something that makes them seem not so good bc it really twists the knife in the readers gut! i hope none of that was too over the top haha, i really enjoyed writing it tho! and it also leads to something that i'm about to do.................

 

[Harmonylight]

well when kiwi gets a chance....

Name: Blackout
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Tribe: Nightwing
Physical appearance: almost completely black. the only reason he's not is because he has some very dark purple-blue scales down around his talons and around the base of his horns. He's a bit larger than Neoma, around the normal Nightwing size.
Personality: Soft-hearted, slightly soft-spoken and can seem shy sometimes. brainwashed to be a fighter for the SD crew when he was hatched from an egg there. A very good fighter, due to having been properly trained for so long. has a sensitivity to others and the pain they feel, making it harder for him to actually use some of the talents he has. Has a little bit of survivors guilt, because one of the things that the SD crew raised him with was the idea that if you didn't die in battle, why? did you really fight enough? funny, but also can be serious at any moment. kinda good at hiding, but also is clumsy and gets himself found really easy.
Backstory: raised in the SD from an egg, having been bred specifically for the 'Dark Army' (the nightwings). obviously didn't grow with parents bc they were just breeder dragons. He never loved the idea of killing, but never saw a real way out. after his latest fight he was sickened by the idea that killing was so mandatory for survival. when he encountered neoma, it all snapped that she had to kill the other nightwing to save herself. he realized that the nightwings had just attacked because their prey had escaped, and if they hadn't been trying to keep scavengers and dragons in captivity none of this would've happened. he realized in all the chaos he could get away, and so he fled.
Anything else: to be rped

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

(Here's neoma's part, i'm replying to this part but this is going to be everything she's done over the span of the battle. It's just easier to reply to one part rather than... like.... FIFTY hahahahaha)

Neoma snarled, lunging at the nearest dragon. Her small frame allowed her to slip past his reaching talons and fasten her teeth in his wing-bone, ripping as hard as she could. She was rewarded with a blood-curdling scream. She flung herself backwards, skidding on the loose sand. Neoma jumped up in the air and gave a flap of her wings quickly, avoiding another dragon that ran at her. She dove back down, landing on his back and hearing a snap as she pressed her weight down on his base tail joint.
While still standing on his back, she whirled around and whammed her tail into his skull. He stopped wriggling and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Neoma panted for a half second, and whipped her head around, but wasn't quick enough to see a Nightwing that had just flown by and exhaled a stream of fire at her tail. She screeched in fury and pain as it singed her tail tip.
"OH YOU DIDN'T!!" Neoma howled, and brought out her warping. It formed into her blade, and she leapt into the air, winging after the Nightwing that was flapping in a circle, preparing to dive down at her companions.
She growled loudly, and the Nightwing's head snapped up. His eyes widened as he saw Neoma charging at him.
The feeling of rage that Neoma seemed to always have simmering in her belly exploded, with the pain of her burnt tail setting off a long-dead fuse.
She drove the dragon towards the ground, shoving him beneath her. They hit the sand, and Neoma dug her claws into his scales to keep from being thrown off. Blood oozed from beneath her talons, and the Nightwing screamed.
But Neoma was deaf to him.
Maybe she was blind.
Either way, she lost control.
Her blade raised high in the air, and she roared angrily.
Her blade zipped down.
At the last second, Neoma knew she should stop.
The dragon beneath her was stopped. He couldn't move because he was trapped....
But she didn't. Without hesitation, the blade sank into his neck, and he gurgled. Blood bubbled around the deep wound in his neck, and he coughed.
He coughed once.
Neoma stood over him, watching him convulse in his last seconds. Her sides moved fast as she panted, and her teeth were stained red form the Nightwing she had bitten earlier. She had hurt one, knocked another out....
And now killed one.
The feeling of numb fury began to subside, and she stared at the dead dragon beneath her claws. She had just killed him.

Now what was the difference between her and Milza?

She stumbled backwards, and a ringing started in her ears.
But behind the ringing, there were roars. Screams. Sounds of fear and pain. And it was coming from behind her.
Neoma and the Nightwing had tumbled a ways away from the main fight, and she had been standing over him- well, she didn't know how long. But as she turned and looked, there was so much going on she couldn't see it all. But one thing she saw was the human protecting Eclipse. And Eclipse protecting-
Well, wait- they were all protecting each other.
Neoma shook herself. A stray tear tried sliding down her nose and her breath caught in her throat. It took everything in her to not sob. But if they were going to survive, she was going to have to keep going.
She glanced behind her and felt vomit rise inside. His eyes were open and his neck was at an impossible angle, as she had twisted it when stumbling away. Blood spilled from various gashes on his body, and odd twitches still occurred here and there.
Neoma bit her own tongue hard enough to taste blood, and it woke her from her daze. She turned and pushed it to the back of her mind momentarily, allowing herself to leap back into action. A stray Nightwing began to dive at Helios, who was surrounding another in fire. Oh. The leader.
Neoma grunted as yet again, she made contact with another flying dragon. As they tumbled to the ground, she could see Helios still had the leader trapped. She landed on this Nightwing and looked down-
Directly into his eyes.
Neoma's warping hovered beside her in blade form, and she froze. Only a few moments ago had this same picture been painted.
Suddenly, while she hesitated, the dragon underneath her lunged upwards, taking her neck in his teeth. She screamed and tried to twist away. But he was strong. He flipped her over, and let go briefly.
His right talon raised into the air, and he began to swipe down towards her throat. And then he stopped.
They stared at each other.
And he seemed to have the same guilt Neoma felt.
His head began to shake. His eyes welled up.
His grip loosened.
Neoma stared in horror and... something else she didn't know she would feel...
Disappointment.
"Please.... please just do it." She whispered desperately, not even knowing if he heard her.
"....No...." he responded lowly.
"Please..." Neoma choked out behind tears. "PLEASE!" She screeched. "I killed one of your own. I don't- I don't want to-" She couldn't breathe from panic and stopped, hyperventilating.
A sob rose in her throat as he stared at her with widening eyes, and then he closed them and let out a huge breath.
"No." He muttered. "This is sick."
He did the last thing Neoma expected. He let go. He flapped his wings and rose into the air.
And he flew towards the trees, leaving them behind.
Neoma stared out of the corner of her eyes, tears streaming like water.
She closed her eyes now and laid there. She didn't care if she was killed.
She waited, listening to the battle sounds.

Whoo, dang, this is fire.

 

[Harmonylight]

Whoo, dang, this is fire.

thankssssssssssssssss i literally was so excited abt it hahaha

 

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(Here's neoma's part, i'm replying to this part but this is going to be everything she's done over the span of the battle. It's just easier to reply to one part rather than... like.... FIFTY hahahahaha)

Neoma snarled, lunging at the nearest dragon. Her small frame allowed her to slip past his reaching talons and fasten her teeth in his wing-bone, ripping as hard as she could. She was rewarded with a blood-curdling scream. She flung herself backwards, skidding on the loose sand. Neoma jumped up in the air and gave a flap of her wings quickly, avoiding another dragon that ran at her. She dove back down, landing on his back and hearing a snap as she pressed her weight down on his base tail joint.
While still standing on his back, she whirled around and whammed her tail into his skull. He stopped wriggling and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Neoma panted for a half second, and whipped her head around, but wasn't quick enough to see a Nightwing that had just flown by and exhaled a stream of fire at her tail. She screeched in fury and pain as it singed her tail tip.
"OH YOU DIDN'T!!" Neoma howled, and brought out her warping. It formed into her blade, and she leapt into the air, winging after the Nightwing that was flapping in a circle, preparing to dive down at her companions.
She growled loudly, and the Nightwing's head snapped up. His eyes widened as he saw Neoma charging at him.
The feeling of rage that Neoma seemed to always have simmering in her belly exploded, with the pain of her burnt tail setting off a long-dead fuse.
She drove the dragon towards the ground, shoving him beneath her. They hit the sand, and Neoma dug her claws into his scales to keep from being thrown off. Blood oozed from beneath her talons, and the Nightwing screamed.
But Neoma was deaf to him.
Maybe she was blind.
Either way, she lost control.
Her blade raised high in the air, and she roared angrily.
Her blade zipped down.
At the last second, Neoma knew she should stop.
The dragon beneath her was stopped. He couldn't move because he was trapped....
But she didn't. Without hesitation, the blade sank into his neck, and he gurgled. Blood bubbled around the deep wound in his neck, and he coughed.
He coughed once.
Neoma stood over him, watching him convulse in his last seconds. Her sides moved fast as she panted, and her teeth were stained red form the Nightwing she had bitten earlier. She had hurt one, knocked another out....
And now killed one.
The feeling of numb fury began to subside, and she stared at the dead dragon beneath her claws. She had just killed him.

Now what was the difference between her and Milza?

She stumbled backwards, and a ringing started in her ears.
But behind the ringing, there were roars. Screams. Sounds of fear and pain. And it was coming from behind her.
Neoma and the Nightwing had tumbled a ways away from the main fight, and she had been standing over him- well, she didn't know how long. But as she turned and looked, there was so much going on she couldn't see it all. But one thing she saw was the human protecting Eclipse. And Eclipse protecting-
Well, wait- they were all protecting each other.
Neoma shook herself. A stray tear tried sliding down her nose and her breath caught in her throat. It took everything in her to not sob. But if they were going to survive, she was going to have to keep going.
She glanced behind her and felt vomit rise inside. His eyes were open and his neck was at an impossible angle, as she had twisted it when stumbling away. Blood spilled from various gashes on his body, and odd twitches still occurred here and there.
Neoma bit her own tongue hard enough to taste blood, and it woke her from her daze. She turned and pushed it to the back of her mind momentarily, allowing herself to leap back into action. A stray Nightwing began to dive at Helios, who was surrounding another in fire. Oh. The leader.
Neoma grunted as yet again, she made contact with another flying dragon. As they tumbled to the ground, she could see Helios still had the leader trapped. She landed on this Nightwing and looked down-
Directly into his eyes.
Neoma's warping hovered beside her in blade form, and she froze. Only a few moments ago had this same picture been painted.
Suddenly, while she hesitated, the dragon underneath her lunged upwards, taking her neck in his teeth. She screamed and tried to twist away. But he was strong. He flipped her over, and let go briefly.
His right talon raised into the air, and he began to swipe down towards her throat. And then he stopped.
They stared at each other.
And he seemed to have the same guilt Neoma felt.
His head began to shake. His eyes welled up.
His grip loosened.
Neoma stared in horror and... something else she didn't know she would feel...
Disappointment.
"Please.... please just do it." She whispered desperately, not even knowing if he heard her.
"....No...." he responded lowly.
"Please..." Neoma choked out behind tears. "PLEASE!" She screeched. "I killed one of your own. I don't- I don't want to-" She couldn't breathe from panic and stopped, hyperventilating.
A sob rose in her throat as he stared at her with widening eyes, and then he closed them and let out a huge breath.
"No." He muttered. "This is sick."
He did the last thing Neoma expected. He let go. He flapped his wings and rose into the air.
And he flew towards the trees, leaving them behind.
Neoma stared out of the corner of her eyes, tears streaming like water.
She closed her eyes now and laid there. She didn't care if she was killed.
She waited, listening to the battle sounds.

i had to make up for lost time XD i also love when characters do something that makes them seem not so good bc it really twists the knife in the readers gut! i hope none of that was too over the top haha, i really enjoyed writing it tho! and it also leads to something that i'm about to do.................

well when kiwi gets a chance....

Name: Blackout
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Tribe: Nightwing
Physical appearance: almost completely black. the only reason he's not is because he has some very dark purple-blue scales down around his talons and around the base of his horns. He's a bit larger than Neoma, around the normal Nightwing size.
Personality: Soft-hearted, slightly soft-spoken and can seem shy sometimes. brainwashed to be a fighter for the SD crew when he was hatched from an egg there. A very good fighter, due to having been properly trained for so long. has a sensitivity to others and the pain they feel, making it harder for him to actually use some of the talents he has. Has a little bit of survivors guilt, because one of the things that the SD crew raised him with was the idea that if you didn't die in battle, why? did you really fight enough? funny, but also can be serious at any moment. kinda good at hiding, but also is clumsy and gets himself found really easy.
Backstory: raised in the SD from an egg, having been bred specifically for the 'Dark Army' (the nightwings). obviously didn't grow with parents bc they were just breeder dragons. He never loved the idea of killing, but never saw a real way out. after his latest fight he was sickened by the idea that killing was so mandatory for survival. when he encountered neoma, it all snapped that she had to kill the other nightwing to save herself. he realized that the nightwings had just attacked because their prey had escaped, and if they hadn't been trying to keep scavengers and dragons in captivity none of this would've happened. he realized in all the chaos he could get away, and so he fled.
Anything else: to be rped

Yooooo, twiiisssttttyyyyyyyy