Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Kapok used this moment to launch himself into the fight. He landed on top of the Solarwing from behind, grabbing a hold of his neck and flattening himself on top of him. He assumed his weight may be enough to knock the dragon to the ground.

Sol, caught by surprise, was crippled under the LeafWings weight. He gasped as his chest slammed against the ground.
"Get-.. offf." Sol gritted out, annoyed as he arched his wing, flipping himself and the LeafWing over so that he was now on top.
The crowd roared, and Sol couldn't help but grin, though his whole body lurched with every breath.
Adrenaline pulsed through his veins, making his breaths come in ragged, though he tried to get hold of the desperate gasping, his lungs still trying to recover.
Sol stood quickly, pinning the LeadWing's neck with his back foot, grinding the dragon harder and harder into the ground.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Sol ducked back, trying to shake Shrike off, then felt a sharp pain stab into his shoulder. The SolarWing inhaled sharply, spinning back and slamming Shrike into the wall, again, again, and again. Finally the dragon lost his grip, and Sol spun suddenly, kicking the CloudWing for good measure as he retreated slowly, stealing a glance at his wounded shoulder.
Sol held his breath, trying not to appear winded. "Common little man!" He taunted in dragon, grinning, then switching back to English, "Can't TOUCH this."
He could here Tobias' barking laughter echo in the back of his mind.
The smell and sound of the Scorpion Den used to be quiet frightening when Sol first arrived. But not anymore. This was his home turf- and he used every advantage it offered.

Sol, caught by surprise, was crippled under the LeafWings weight. He gasped as his chest slammed against the ground.
"Get-.. offf." Sol gritted out, annoyed as he arched his wing, flipping himself and the LeafWing over so that he was now on top.
The crowd roared, and Sol couldn't help but grin, though his whole body lurched with every breath.
Adrenaline pulsed through his veins, making his breaths come in ragged, though he tried to get hold of the desperate gasping, his lungs still trying to recover.
Sol stood quickly, pinning the LeadWing's neck with his back foot, grinding the dragon harder and harder into the ground.

“Somethin, somethin, ‘this’?” Shrike snapped, staggering back up. “In case it wasn’t obvious enough, dimwit, I don’t SPEAK Human”
He launched himself shoulder-first at Sol’s leg, causing him a topple off of the LeafWing. “Get ‘im Kapok!” Shrike yelled, bracing himself for another attack from Sol.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

“Somethin, somethin, ‘this’?” Shrike snapped, staggering back up. “In case it wasn’t obvious enough, dimwit, I don’t SPEAK Human”
He launched himself shoulder-first at Sol’s leg, causing him a topple off of the LeafWing. “Get ‘im Kapok!” Shrike yelled, bracing himself for another attack from Sol.

(NIIIICOOOLLEEE. I have summoned you. It's an honor. Please oblige. Yo creo Kapok y Shrike should have their little moment.)

 

[Blue Raptor]

(NIIIICOOOLLEEE. I have summoned you. It's an honor. Please oblige. Yo creo Kapok y Shrike should have their little moment.)

I don’t speek Polish.

 

[Blue Raptor]

(NIIIICOOOLLEEE. I have summoned you. It's an honor. Please oblige. Yo creo Kapok y Shrike should have their little moment.)

I make sure Shrike’s up to character by literally reading what he says in Rocket’s voice in my head. It works fantastically.

 

[-Shade-]

“Somethin, somethin, ‘this’?” Shrike snapped, staggering back up. “In case it wasn’t obvious enough, dimwit, I don’t SPEAK Human”
He launched himself shoulder-first at Sol’s leg, causing him a topple off of the LeafWing. “Get ‘im Kapok!” Shrike yelled, bracing himself for another attack from Sol.

Kapok flipped himself over quickly at Shrike's words and lept at the Solarwing again as he tried to get back up, biting down on his wing shoulder and wrapping his talons around his body.

(It's hard to do this without thought and dialog, it's like I have to totally reevaluate my writing skills.)

 

[Blue Raptor]

@_-Captain BRM-_

Kapok flipped himself over quickly at Shrike's words and lept at the Solarwing again as he tried to get back up, biting down on his wing shoulder and wrapping his talons around his body.

(It's hard to do this without thought and dialog, it's like I have to totally reevaluate my writing skills.)

Shrike jumped on Sol’s neck, pinning him down with sharp claws. “Sorry buddy, what were you saying about rulin the place?” He wore a mock astonished look on his face as he pushed against Sol’s windpipe. “Or about how tall I was? Oh no, please do go on! I insist!”

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

I make sure Shrike’s up to character by literally reading what he says in Rocket’s voice in my head. It works fantastically.

I'm trying, IM TRYING. I even watched some Peter Quill to get inspired , but sincere apologies if I'm failing :l

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

@_-Captain BRM-_

Shrike jumped on Sol’s neck, pinning him down with sharp claws. “Sorry buddy, what were you saying about rulin the place?” He wore a mock astonished look on his face as he pushed against Sol’s windpipe. “Or about how tall I was? Oh no, please do go on! I insist!”

Sol shook, trying to throw the little dragon off his neck, well aware of the LeafWing eating his shoulder.
The crowd had grown oddly quiet, but far from silent. "Oh, shhhhoot-" Sol groaned, not daring to relax his tense muscles as he grunted and yanked his wings back, only allowing the LeafWing's teeth to sink in deeper.
He roared, jerking himself back again, whipping his neck from side to side to loosen the CloudWing's hold, eventually getting free.
He gasped for breath- but couldn't stop now. The crowd waited tensely, wondering if their champion would be beat by the two random, worthless dragons.
Sol charged the CloudWing, slamming him against the wall, thrusting his left wing out to pin the dragon, pushing hard against his neck.
"Do you want to die, or something?" He panted, his breaths laced with laughter, "Please, enlighten me on this death wish of yours. Happy to oblige." Sol threw the CloudWing to the ground, watching the LeafWing warily as he retreated, giving the crowd a cocky grin, renewing their enthusiasm.

 

[Harmonylight]

Helios watched the lunarwing start to leave and called out. “Wait…please wait.”
The lunarwing gave a glance back and slowed the smallest amount.

“Help me, and I’ll help you….I have information you two lunars might want.” He said sincerely. “Help me free Sol, my son, and I will reward you. I promise.” He said, glancing at the Two dragons still grounded.

Sunspot was silent for a few moments, thinking. “Being vague isn’t helping your case,” she said matter if factly. “Eclipse here has a mission and it seems a good but safer and more adventurous to quest across the continent rather than toss myself into that rattlesnake pit.” She looked at Eclipse and Neoma for feedback.

Eclipse hesitated, glancing between the other three dragons. For once, Sunspot actually agreed with her. Eclipse felt torn. This dragon was obviously desperate, and Eclipse couldn't stop the thought from slipping into her mind. What if it was a dragon I cared about? What if it was Whitestar? I would want help from someone--anyone. No matter what tribe.
And Helios was offering to help her in return. The four of them, together, hunting the Nightwing? It felt unreal. They might be able to pull it off. And he was offering something more--information. What's more, information potentially about her tribe. It was tempting, but she was pulled by another loyalty. The last thing in the world she wanted was to miss her chance to get to the island by midnight. She ran a claw subconsciously around the onyx in her neckband, the sound of the iron sliding over the stone slowly pulling her back to the moment. She met Helios's gaze.
"How long would you be willing to wait? Say, twenty-four hours?"

Neoma listened, staying silent. It kept sounding more and more like a conversation the others should have. But as she heard more, her jaw clenched tighter and she bit back a growl.
How was it only a few days ago that she was enjoying snow for the first time? Now she was sitting in blazing hot sand, listening to a group of dragons she didn't know discuss the fates of their missions.
Sand under her scales began to itch, and she squirmed.
A breeze was blowing slightly into her face, causing her eyes to dry out and hurt.
Her leg was sore and her head was beginning to pound again.
She wasn't used to going so long without water, especially in the sun like this, and her throat was dry.
Neoma was feeling overwhelmed by all the small things piling up, and before she could stop it, a small snarl crawled out of her throat.
She bit it back again, hoping no one had heard it. With their talking and how quiet it was, she assumed no one had.
Neoma took a deep breath and as calmly as she could, stated a question that would determine her next actions;
"What's in it for me?"
She paused briefly and continued.
"Whatever I do, there has to be something in it for me. We each have our own personal missions. Our own revenge to exact, something that we need to make happen. I personally feel for Helios here, because I can relate to a family issue more than other situations. I want to help you others get the justice you may deserve, but I'm not giving mine up either."
Neoma glanced at Eclipse. She didn't want to part ways with another Lunarwing, but every moment that passed made Neoma feel as though she was somehow closer and yet further from finding Milza.
Neoma took a deep breath. She didn't feel as lousy now that she had said what she had to say, but she still felt slightly troubled. She couldn't figure it out, but something in her mind told her that she was going to have to make a sacrifice if she decided to stay with any other dragon.
And suddenly, everything in her head snapped into place:
It was either stay with others and risk not getting her revenge due to working with them, or go on her own and risk all the dangers of being alone in a place she didn't know.
Neoma sighed inwardly, but not an unhappy sigh- one of relief that she knew her choices now. Of course, she still had to make her choice; but this was so much clearer now.
All these thoughts swept through Neoma's mind almost at the speed of light, and she realized she was still waiting for an answer from the others. She blinked, not having realized she was thinking so fast, and listened intently for a response.