Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

Blackout watched as Whitestar stepped away, mentally snarling at the situation. Austin had an advantage here; if he said no, it would be harder to communicate with Alyssia and would be possibly more difficult without someone who knows the situation better...
Of course, the other side was that he didn't trust Austin as far as he could throw him.
The problem was, Blackout could throw him quite a distance. The thought of the annoying little human flying through the air pell-mell made Blackout snicker...
Anyways, he didn't trust Austin.
He looked down his nose at the blond head.
After being ridden by this pest for so long, he wanted more than anything to deny him something that would be helpful. But really, it would help them more in the longrun right?
He sighed. He knew they were going to have to rest first.
"Fine." He huffed. "You can come. But you're not riding on my back. I'll let Alyssia ride if she would like, but you? Huh uh, you're getting the grand treatment of being carried in my talons, bozo!"
He smirked at Austin.
Oh, how fun this could be.
So after Austin and Alyssia's reaction to this scene, are they all going to sleep? We can skip to the morning as soon as they do and then we will be on the same day, but just a little behind the SD groups

@Harmonylight @Yukiko
 
Nic looked over at all the humans and dragons in Roe's lot. He was bored.SO BORED. But he would live. He wished he had a book. Or maybe something to throw his knife at. He looked at his feet in his worn black tennis shoes. He looked at his watch. The fights would be happening this evening or late afternoon. He forgot which one. "Hey Bob, I've gotta buy something." Bob glanced over at Nic and waved his hand. "Alright, go ahead Nic. Be careful though." Nic nodded and left the lot. He went to a shop near Roe's lot and headed towards the back. He browsed the books and picked a book about guns and another one about dragons. He found the satchels and picked a large brown leather one with many pockets. The Nightwing that desroyed his last one had payed. big time. He walked to the front and handed it to the shop owner. "That's 50." She said boredly. Nic handed her the money with his left hand. She took it and gave him the satchel and books. He thanked her and walked out of the shop. He returned to the lot and walked over to his briefcase. He put the grenades and explosives in a few pockets. He put his disguises in the large pocket with a zipper. He pulled a large piece of brown canvas, a needle, and brown thread out. He sewed the canvas over the inside pockets, but left a spot on each side so that he could get his stuff. He put the book about guns inside the visible part and snapped the satchel closed. He opened the book about dragons and zoned out from the rest of the world.
 
Kapok took a step toward the agitated Cloudwing, carefully resting his wings on the smaller dragon's shoulders. He dipped his head down to Shrikes level and held his gaze, keeping his expression calm but firm. He hoped The Cloudwing wasn't too ruffled to understand.
Shrike flinched away from Kapok’s touch, but looked into the larger dragon’s eyes. He sat a moment, and his feathers slowly flattened.
“Okay, I’m fine, alright? I’m fine.” He looked away and slowly shrugged off Kapok’s wings.
"I..." Sol started cooly, loosing his smirk, "I don't need your protection, NightWing." He ripped his gaze from the door. "What do you want from me, Shrike?" Sol sighed heavily. "I've played the cards I was given. I'm a- alive. I am friends with a human. I walk the streets of the Scorpion Den as if I was one of them." Sol shook his head, a bit flustered. "I tried to fight them, man. I... really fought them. Fought everything." He dropped his gaze. "But.." he blinked, lifting his head and staring at the far wall, his expression cold as he relieved slow, hideous scenes of a seeming past life.
Shrike sniffed, acting uninterested. “But you obviously didn’t try hard enough.” He observed coldly.
 
Shrike flinched away from Kapok’s touch, but looked into the larger dragon’s eyes. He sat a moment, and his feathers slowly flattened.
“Okay, I’m fine, alright? I’m fine.” He looked away and slowly shrugged off Kapok’s wings.

Shrike sniffed, acting uninterested. “But you obviously didn’t try hard enough.” He observed coldly.
Sol scrambled to his feet, shuddering. "Say that again," He shouted. "Say it! You wouldn't know. You. Wouldn't. Know." He clenched his jaw, swallowing hard.
Sol lowered his voice, every whispery breath trembling, "You'll never experience the Scorpion Den like I did, and you'll never be the dragon you think you are." He snarled in disgust. "You sit here in Tobias'- my lot, and when a human walks in, you don't lift a sssingle-.. talon." Sol grunted, lowering his head, coughs racking his chest. He panted, keeping his head down, but rasing his eyes to meet Shrike's gaze. "You will never-" he growled, teeth clenched, "never be the dragon you think you are."
 

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