Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[River the tribrid]

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wOaH another dragon roleplay??? Yes. Another dragon rp.

This specific dragon rp is based off of the series Wings of Fire, by Tui T Sutherland. It takes place in Pyrrhia, but modern day, where humans are of the same presitge they are in our world. This tends to cause a lot of tension between dragons and humans. You can roleplay as any of the dragon tribes, or as a human.
The tribes are:

SandWings: SandWings are a desert-dwelling tribe of Pyrrhia dragons whose scale pigmentation ranges from pale gold, light yellow, off-white, and pale brown. They can breathe fire much like some other Pyrrhrian dragon tribes.

MudWings: MudWings are burly, brown marsh dragons, that are extremely muscular. They can hold their breath for up to an hour, and breathe fire if they are warm enough.

SeaWings: SeaWings are green, blue or aquamarine sea dragons covered in glow in the dark markings for communication. They are excellent swimmers, with gills to breathe underwater, webbed talons and wide, paddle shaped tails.

RainWings: RainWings are colorful, flamboyant dragons with color shifting scales, like chameleons. They can spit an acidic venom through their fangs.

IceWings: IceWings are white or pale blue dragons with scales that reflect the sun like ice. They have dangerously serrated claws, and a long, whip thin spiked tail. They breathe a deadly frostbreath.

NightWings: NightWings are black dragons with silver scales scattered beneath their Wings. They breathe fire, and dragons born beneath full moons are gifted either mind reading or future sight abilities, and sometimes both. (In this world, NightWings are rare because they are coveted by humans for their abilities, as well as who wouldn't want a cool magic emo dragon. Many are trained by humans to hunt other dragons for sale and trade, basically poaching, so keep that in mind. I would love to see a hunter NightWing character-)

SkyWings: SkyWings are red or orange fire breathing mountain dragons with huge wings. They are excellent fighters and flyers, and tend to be bad tempered.

SilkWings: SilkWings are butterfly-like, and can come in any color but black. They are wingless until the age of six, after which they go through Metamorphosis and gain wings and silk. Some SilkWings are flamesilks, which means their silk is golden and burns like fire.

HiveWings: HiveWings have four dragonfly-like wings and can come in yellow, orange or red, but always with at least one black scale. They can have abilities ranging from venomous teeth to wrist, claw or tail stingers, a noxious gas, and other insect abilities, and some have no ability at all.

LeafWings: LeafWings are green or brown with long, curving leaf shaped wings. Some of them are born with the power to talk to and control plants, known as leafspeak.

(My fantribes, I will love you forever if you make a fantribe character-)

CloudWings: CloudWings are tall, feathered dragons whos feather color is usually based off of a real life bird. They can breath a cloudlike vapor for camouflage, and some are rumored to have unusual control over the weather.

SolarWings: SolarWings are tall, bipedal dragons lacking front talons, their wings functioning as front talons. Their gold or copper scales always give off some kind of heat, and the temperature corresponds with their emotions. They breathe fire, as well. Their wing joints can lock for long distance soaring.

LunarWings: LunarWings are ethereal silver dragons that are *rarely* seen. Some even doubt their existence. LunarWings can secrete a silver liquid that can be manipulated with their minds, such as into weapons. They have glowing tendril like appendages that get more apparent as the dragon ages.

RiverWings: RiverWings are large, fish-like dragons with armored- sturgeon-like scales. They live in solitude, and have no organized society. They have no rear legs and are very unwieldy on land, but dangerously quick in the water. Their scales can be the color of any real life fish species.

SnowWings: SnowWings are flightless, furred, wolflike dragons that live separate from the rest of dragon society. They live in packs that run through forests causing trouble. They have wings, but they can do no more but glide.

Keep in mind most humans have two opinions on the dragons: keep them away from me, and "make money off of them'. Theres a lucrative trade with dragons, involving fighting rings and poaching. So dragons usually tend to stay out of humans way, and when they cross paths the results can be disastrous.


Make a character and put it in one of these and let me approve of it. Hybrids are allowed.
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Tribe:
Physical appearance:
Personality:
Backstory: (Optional)

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Three characters are allowed per user.
Give a name to your dragon that relates to their tribe.

Thank you and have fun!

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River
Female
17
Sandwing, Rainwing, Leafwing tribrid
head of a sandwing but has luminescent scales, fins of a seawing, no webbed talons, poisonous barbed tail, leafwing wings colored like a sandwings, gold, purple, and green mixed for color of body, can talk to underwater animals (instead of leafspeak, aquatic speak)
Very passionate, kind, compassionate, strong willed, very smart, fierce, funny, loyal, can tell when dragons are lying immediately.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Spoiler: Of Heart & Sol - Part 11

The bruising beneath Sol's collar only worsened, his scales swelling up around the metal band. Harper got off of work and spent the entire afternoon with Sol, just like Fox had. She wouldn't let me say anything or participate in her 'training', so that their relationship was 'authentic.' Well, no relationship was conceived, and as the day turned to night Harper grew agitated in her defeat. Sol was always stubborn, and all I could do was sit there and watch, my muscles aching.

Harper finally gave up around 10:00 pm, and I asked her if we could remove the collar so that I could inspect the swollen scales. She led me to Fox's small infirmary, and Sol trailed along behind. Sol did not like the band, and understandably so. He held still as Harper removed the collar, then ducked away when it slid off his neck. I called him back.

Beneath the collar I found a puncture wound between two scales. It had swelled greatly, leaving a deep rut in the dragon's neck from where the collar had prevented the scales from expanding. There was much discharge. I could tell it hurt, and I could see the muscles twitching in his shoulders as I worked to bring down the angered swelling.

"Right here," Harper muttered, inspecting the inner side of the collar from where she sat atop the counter, "there is an injection capsule."

I lowered my hands from the wound and frowned, glancing towards Harper. "Is it occupied?"

"Yes. A vial." She pried out the small tube, holding it between her middle and forefinger.

"Is it filled?"

"Ah, maybe, like, ¼ or ⅛. I don't know, I was very bad in math."

"Math has nothing to do with it," She tossed me the small vial, and I scrambled to catch it.

The clear liquid shook in my trembling fingers, as I searched for a label. I found nothing on the glass, but when I tipped it up to view the sealed cap I recognized the branding.

"Oh," I whispered, wincing.

Harper met my gaze with a bland look. "It cannot be that bad." She sounded unimpressed.

I blinked, struggling to focus on her mismatched eyes. The bold blue iris caught my gaze with inevitable prominence.

"Well, it's a sedative."

Harper shrugged. "So he's high like every other dragon in The Den, wow, how crazy is that,"

"No.." I studied Sol, who did not meet my gaze. "He isn't high. It's only to calm him. I bet it affects him mentally, too, which might actually attest to why he hasn't built a relationship with either you or Fox."

"Well. Being scared of Fox is a little understandable, you know, he's a little crazy, I wouldn't want to be his friend either,"

"So- Fox… did this?"

She nodded, twisting a long, dark braid around in her fingers. "At least gave whoever suggested the idea permission. Why do you look so upset, Tobey,"

I scoffed at the nickname. "He shouldn't be on this. Not when we're still learning him, not when he's so confused."

"Nearly every dragon in The Scorpion Den is on some form of sedation. It's a way of life, Tobey."

"It's the easy way out, Harper."

"Ach,"

"What about when we're in the arena with no resources? You can't logically keep him on this." I set the vial down against the counter and the glass echoed. I flexed my sore fingers, then glanced up at the SolarWing, wondering how much of his true self I had seen in the past weeks.

Harper sighed and tossed her braids over one shoulder. "You trust Fox so much." Her tone sounded condescending, but perhaps it was only her sharp accent. She laughed softly and turned her gaze up to the ceiling. "There is no friendship between the two of you. That is ridiculous." She lowered her gaze and sniffed. "Maybe there is an alliance. Not really, though. He's using you to get what he wants, Tobey, you are so oblivious."

"Well." I started, contempt laced throughout my tone, "then why would he offer freedom? If I was a tool he would keep me."

"Ay, Tobey," Harper gave me a look of mocking compassion. "I have become a slave to this lying man, who has learned that keeping them on his side, as a willing participant, is easier than by force." She scowled. "I taught him that."

"Alright."

"He told me the same thing he tells you, he told me of freedom, and money, and fame-" she held my gaze, her eyes narrowed with deadly sincerity, "he told lies, Tobey. So many lies."

"Alright." I leaned up against the countertop edge.

Harper sighed. "You don't much trust me." Her expression remained a clear display of cunning boredom. Yeah. I didn't much trust her.

"Alright." Maybe I smiled a little at my own contemptuous behavior.

"And yet I did not choke you out or inject sedatives into your friend. How strange. Your reasoning is absolutely corrupt," she rolled her eyes.

I gave an exasperated scoff, "Alright."

"You are nearly as confused as your dragon." She snapped.

"What do you gain by turning me on Fox? My help? You want me- what, to kill him?"

"Perhaps it will clear my conscience."

"You are such a liar."

"Don't accuse me of that, you don't know what you are saying."

"Give me a reason to think otherwise, Harper."

"Shut up."

I took a breath, yet said nothing, turning my attention back to Sol.

Harper leaned back, shaking her head.

No one said a word.

Finally she asked, "How old are you?"

I unscrewed the lid off a quart of lidocaine, my fingers cramping all the while. I reached for a damp rag. "I'm… twenty-one."

"Mm." Harper replied. "You are a physician?"

"My apprenticeship lasted four months. I know enough. I'll be of use in the arena."

"So you quit?"

"No."

"Your teacher quit." I could hear her devious smile.

"No. He died."

"He died?"

"He died."

Harper cleared her throat. "Plot twist," she murmured quietly.

I dabbed the rag into the lidocaine, then pressed it gently to Sol's neck. My gloveless fingers tingled.

"Are you nervous for the arena?" Harper questioned.

"No." It was an absolute lie.

"You should not trust Fox so much."

"Shouldn't I?"

"That is truth, do not sound so annoyed.

"I don't care about truth." A defiant lie.

"Ahh. That's why you're here, isn't it? They didn't care. Because our culture is askew and truth is subjective." She smiled.

I hesitated.

"This is what happens when mankind is left to make 'truth,' Tobey. Then we become our own gods. What is it they say now about- oh, ah- Love. Love." She groaned. "Love is love. So stupid, oh my gosh,"

"Spare me your rant."

"Okay. But you see how morals are tossed aside? Even the law has become subjective. We want what we want when we want it. I think that is a very stupid problem. It means there is no truth. And when truth is absent…" she lowered her voice, "corruption takes it's place."

I nodded in agreement. Sol released a long sigh, and I repositioned the rag.

"Where have you learned your morals, Tobias?"

"Who said I have morals?"

"Fox said you said you couldn't kill a man."

"Jeez."

"Mm."

I bit my lip.

"And so you have morals. That is impressive, Tobias."

"And yet," I mumbled, removing the rag from Sol's neck with numb fingers, "morals don't save you in the arena."


Saturday was pain.

I had fallen asleep in the lounge Friday night, and neither Sol nor Harper woke me. So that's where I stayed. All weekend. A stupid couch (Saturday morning Harper offered to drag me to my room and I told her to die, so technically there was a way out, I was just too stubborn and stupid to take it).

My muscles were stiff. I couldn't walk. Subjected to lying on a couch, I slept for hours. Just as Fox had warned. I should have heeded his words.

Harper let me be. She offered food sometimes, but I turned her down. Sol stayed close, unless Harper was present. Then he'd sulk in the back corner until she left. The alive light in his eyes refreshed my spirit. On Sunday fever struck, and all I could do was die and sleep and such. Harper stayed closer then. Over the past month plenty of miserable things had happened to me, and my brain seemed to think it a fine time to catalog all my mistakes. There were too many.


At 8:00 Monday morning, Julius opened the lounge door.

Sol stood aloof in the corner, studying Julius as the man entered the room.

A shiver crept down Julius' spine when he met the dragon's gaze, finding an unhinged intelligence in the SolarWing's golded eyes. The collar had been removed. He silently cursed Leuria.

"Hey, there, Tobe." He approached the leather couch and stood above the man.

Sol growled.

"Call off your beast. I had that collar on him for a reason."

Tobias met his gaze with a condemning look. "Leave it, Sol." He mumbled.

Sol heaved a sigh.

"How you feeling, Tobe?"

Tobias swallowed and trained his gaze on the ceiling above.

"You're gettin that martyry look back in your eye."

"This will kill me." Tobias took a careful breath. His forehead shone with sweat.

Julius leaned over Tobias, who shied away, and he covered the man's mouth with one hand, and pulled him into a sitting position with the other.

Tobias' burning fingers dug into Julius' wrists, and tears seethed behind his wide eyes.

Julius held him for a tense moment, then pulled his hand away from Tobias' mouth, feeling Sol's attentive glare. Tobias lowered his head, and Julius could feel the stiffness in the man's back. "Easy there, Tobe."

Tobias kept his head tilted downwards, hiding his face behind thick, dark hair.

"Breathe, Tobe."

The man released a quick breath, then stiffened again.

Fox gave a gentle laugh.

"This will kill me." Tobias sighed, a dull comedic air to his words.

"You'll warm right up once you start moving again."

Tobias rubbed his eyes, still keeping his head down. "I think I'll get sick."

"Come on, I'll help you walk."

"No."

"You gotta start moving."

Tobias did not reply.

"Look man, we need you active. Gotta help us with Sol."

"I'll be sick."

"Harper told me you haven't been eating. Doubt there's anything to throw up."

Julius eyed Sol warily as he reached for Tobias and pulled the man to his feet.

Tobias muffled and cut short his initial cry of pain, but that did not stop Sol from advancing with a low growl.

"Call him off, Tobe." Fox warned, holding the man close.

Tobias took a sharp inhale, jaw clenched. He failed to gain his footing.

Sol bared his white teeth, and Julius gave Tobias a jerking shake. "Call him off."

Tobias hissed. "No, Sol."

The dragon's growling subsided, but his pointed glare did not. He snarled and continued his approach.

Tobias tried to stand, but only fell harder into Julius, and they stumbled back a step.

"Tobias, I swear I'll put that collar on myself," Julius hissed.

Tobias pulled away, trying to shrug Julius off. He tottered and Julius caught him.

Sol snarled again and barred his shining teeth in the light.

"Sol!" Tobias shouted, doubled over in Julius' arms. He gripped Julius' shoulder in order to steady his shaking body. "Sol, leave it."

The SolarWing took a livid breath, but he ended his approach.

Julius continued to support Tobias, who was still gripping his shoulder. He looked away, trying not to make eye contact with the SolarWing, who was actively staring him down.

Tobias coughed.

Fox tilted the man's sweaty face to look him in the eye. "You're taller, Tobe."

Tobias swallowed hard and blinked tears. "Just what I always wanted." He whispered.


I soon grew to realize Fox was really quite famous. He was a busy man, working around a busy schedule. He and Harper spoke vaguely about a 'team' in the arena, which he had failed to mention previously, and I realized that he was a rotten cheater. I wasn't against it. His cheating increased my odds of survival.

The arena game would be hosted some 3,000 miles away, deep in the wildwood. It was a forest of sorts, but carefully crafted into hazardous death-land, home to more apex preadetors than prey, making us two-hundred contestants an easy dinner choice.

It made for good sport, anyway. Watching 200 people get ripped apart by animals and each other- the perfect way to enjoy your blasted evening.

I fostered a deep bitterness towards my life in that last week. I believe it had been conceived by self-pity.

The moment after Fox left that room (after making me walk circles until my muscles reset, all while threatening to drug Sol with an accursed collar) I walked to the bathroom, and I looked in the mirror, and I just stared at myself, wondering how the heck I had ended up here. How could my life possibly suck so badly. I stared at the chemical-created biceps, and I shook out my suddenly chin length hair, and I realized I really was taller. I thought about the arena, and I leaned forward on the counter top, dragging my finger through my greasy, sweaty hair. I was so mad. Because I'd rather be mad than depressed, which was inevitable. Depression would come afterwards, I thought. I wasn't going to blame him. And I wasn't going to blame Fox, either. I blamed myself, which really did conjure a devastating and cruel bout of depression.

It wasn't until Sol peeked his head around the doorframe two hours later that I realized my self-pity would get him killed. He needed me. Maybe I needed him.

We made eye contact through the stained mirror above the sink. His innocent eyes. Worried. Worried for me. The careful way he watched me with sincere concern. He anticipated my reaction.

I turned to face him and we looked at each other for a while.

Then I nodded. He dipped his head.

A mutual understanding over unspoken words.

We had each other and nothing else. Not even out own lives belonged to us. If they ever did.

It was a hard thing to realize.

He was why I refused to give up. Because I found little satisfaction elsewhere in my life, and he was the one thing I loved. The one thing I had a drive to live for. Depression was thick in my mind, and a loss of purpose weighed heavily on my heart. With what little effort remained, I pushed my full focus on Sol.

The arena was coming.

The words infected my mind, spreading like a plague until it overtook my thoughts.

Oh, Sol. I couldn't protect him in the arena. I could help him, though.

Over the course of two days I had selfishly contemplated whether life was worth living. But then I looked up at that dragon and I thought of Cersei, and determination flooded through every particle of my mind.

It was worth living.

I was given it for a reason.

Life is a gift. Don't throw it away.

The arena is coming.


I had gained forty pounds, grew an inch and a half (much to my resentful delight), and my hair had grown roughly three inches. I could not begin to fathom what strain the process must have put my body through. But I regained strength quickly, and by the week's end I felt fine.

Fox and Harper were kept busy by agendas unbenonced to me. Sol and I reigned over the lounge. We trained. I could not get him to speak, but he learned to nod his head, to shake his head, to shrug, and to smile. The smiling part was fake and looked stupid, but it made me laugh and that was enough to convince Sol to continue on doing it.

Friday morning Harper told me to clean up the lounge, and when I asked why she said 'shut up', and I told her to die again, and she left. Friday night the (clean) lounge hosted a meeting of two dozen people. Sol and I stalked outside in the hallway, listening as they talked late into the night. Fox dictated and called shots, silencing those pushing sound opinions. They spoke of the arena, and the more they conversed, the more I realized Sol and I were just a small, tiny little piece of a very, very large operation. I fell asleep there against the wall. In the morning I woke up in the hallway, and walked into the lounge, and found a stranger sleeping on my sofa, a beer can yet clenched in his wrinkled fist. Fox and Harper were gone.

Well then.

Sol and I trained in the study.

He obeyed commands on the double.

He was smart. So smart.

I believed he could speak, but he chose not to. Sometimes I'd ask him a question, and he'd open his mouth, and I would wait for a reply, and he would make no sound. Other times I'd say something and he'd cock his head at me or stare into the distance, and I avidly worked to follow every flicker of emotion which crossed over his expression. He had memories of some sort. I began to think of possible trigger words.


Sunday evening Fox took me to a 'restraunt.' It was a bar. We sat in a tall corner booth, and drank, and said nothing. Fox was too lost in excited thoughts to say much. We left for the arena in under nine hours.

"Have you competed before?" I asked, trying to read his excited expression.

"Nothing like this, Tobe. This a big one. Way different than them little matches you go see here in The Den." He shook his head and grinned. "Lots is at stake, but it hard to get much more prepared than we are." He laughed, hysteria laced through each breath. "This a big one.

We quieted again, and I spent a good half hour mulling over his words.

"You play pool, Tobias?"

I smiled a little and shrugged. "Yeah. I can play."

"Then let's."

"Alright."

We played a warm up match, and Fox talked while I pocketed five stripes back to back.

When the table had been set for our official game, I let Fox break. He aimed well.

I was stripes. 0-2.

"Let's see it, Tobe." He leaned on his stick.

I pocketed a stripe, and then another. My third turn I miscalculated and ricocheted a solid in.

"Thank you." He gave a quaint nod as he moved around the table.

"Anything for you, Fox."

He pocketed his solid and send the cue ball in after it.

"Thank you." He tossed me the yellowed ball and I caught it.

"Anything for you, Tobe."

A small crowd gathered, mostly there for Fox's half drunken stories, but they asked to meet me, too. Fox joked, and talked, and habitually grinded chalk over the tip of his stick.

"Tobe," he'd say, "show us how it's done." And so I'd show them. Then he'd give a cool smile, and elbow one of his partners, and aim, and do well. Rarely did he scratch. Never did I scratch.

Our little audience teased when I won, and Fox shook my hand. "One more round, Tobe."

He said that about twelve more times.

"You're good, Tobe."

It was one in the morning.

"You're drunk, Fox."

He just laughed.

There you go, some 3,500 words cowabunga, dude-

@-Shade-
@-Kiwi-

Sobs. This. This was good. Old. Days.

Tobias was awake. Ferrin could see it as he closed the door, stepping further into the dimly lit room. He stood beside the cot and watched the man was a few silent moments, cocking his head. Finally, Tobias opened his eyes.
"How long have you been awake, then?" Ferrin muttered, grunting as he kneeled and set his bag down.
Tobias didn't reply, and Ferrin saw his eyes close again. Ferrin reached out and ran his thumb across the man's forehead.
Tobias flinched.
Ferrin moved his fingers down to the man's chest, receiving no reaction as he pushed against bruised skin, feeling fractured and unaligned ribs below. He let his hands slip away, and leaned back, still kneeling, his eyes trailing down Tobias' arm.
"Stop holding your breath."
Tobias coughed.
Ferrin glanced down at his bag and began searching through its contents.
"Ferrin?" Tobias asked, and Ferrin looked up.
"Yes?"
Tobias opened his eyes. "Ferrin?"
Ferrin sighed. "Yes?"
"Is Roe dead?" He whispered the question.
Ferrin looked back down and breathed out slowly. "Yes." He didn't care enough to lie.
Tobias nodded, and he shuddered. "Gables-" he took a shaking breath and covered his eyes with his left hand. "Gables is dead, too."
Ferrin said nothing.
Tobias silently sobbed.
Ferrin waited, then reached up and pulled Tobias' hand away from his eyes. The man was too weak to resist. Tobias turned his face slightly away, tensing.
"You are safe, Tobias. You're alright." Ferrin watched the man's wet, unfocused eyes. "It wasn't your fault."
Tobias released a trembling breath, turning his head away completely. Ferrin released his arm and began pulling supplies from the bag.
"Ferrin?" Tobias whispered.
Ferrin continued retrieving supplies. He gave a heavy sigh.
"Ferrin?"
"What, Tobias?"
Tobias turned his head to look up at the damp ceiling. "Is Sol gone?" He moved his hand back over his eyes.
"Sol is waiting for you outside the door."
"Is he dead?" Fresh tears streamed past Tobias' hand.
"He isn't dead." Ferrin clarified.
Tobias calmed.
Ferrin scowled at his own emotions, which Tobias' words had brought out in him. There was a reality to be faced. A reality that didn't pair up well with a delirious man.
Ferrin had known they would lose people. Good people. It had happened to him before. He thought he was ready.
Nothing could have prepared him for the moment when Roe's body hit the floor.
Such a burning rage he had felt. Such a tenacious sense of devastation.
He looked at Tobias, and he relived his time spent with Roe. He realized how hard he had worked to stifle his emotions. He realized how much he missed her.

Holy oh my gosh. That piece wrote itself.



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Forty-eight hours later of the entire everything that happend because I am so not picking it up right then and there




Tobias sat in the open hanger, his shadow stretching in the sunset, body sick, and cold. The past day he had slept away, with Sol at his side. The red dragon was steadfast, and concerned, always on the alert, never overwhelming.
Ferrin had saved his arm and left. Harper was tending to the sick. Gen and Eclipse frequented the room, though watching a sick man sleep did not aid their cause, and they left to assist the crew where needed.
Sol stayed.
He could not leave.
And his presence strengthened Tobias's weak heart.
For Tobias, sleep felt addicting, and drugged away the guilt. But it could not last long enough. He hated to wake and lay in dull pain, always remembering.

"What are you doing?"
Tobias jumped a little, his head snapping up at the empty air ahead. "Gen?"
"Who let you out."
"What am I, a dog?"
"Worse." The dragon materialized ahead, shifting his scales to a deep, electric black. "Where's Sol?"
"With Eclipse."
"Where's Eclipse?"
"I don't know."
Gen sniffed the air, approaching Tobias with a smooth gait. His eyes glistened. "Did you come out here alone?"
Tobias nodded, unfaltering, eyes heavy with forced stoicism.
"Look," Gen hissed softly, circling round the pale man, "you're not helping."
Tobias waited, then blinked, glancing at the black dragon. "I know."
Gen snorted, shaking his wings out. "You need to get well. Well enough to travel. That's what they want, you know. Sol's planning on-" his voice dropped, and the hybrid snapped his gaze towards the sky, eyes keen.
The setting sunlight caught at red, soaring scales ahead. Tobias took note of the awkward tilt in each wing, and the tense form. Perhaps never had an adult SolarWing flown so poorly.
Gen vanished, talons clicking as he stepped back. "They're planning things. Him and Eclipse."
"Well, gosh. Don't sound so sinister."
"No, no. I don't want to be forgotten in said plans."
Tobias coughed. "You're invisible and silent." He said, staring ahead as the red dragon approached. "Easily forgotten."
"Yes. But the shadows bear comfort. Sometimes it is good not to be seen."
Tobias said nothing, trying to read Sol's expression as the creature drew near, soaring on trembling wings.
"Right, Gen. I'll put in a good word."
The hybrid was silent.

Sol lowered to the ground, landing slow and cautious, sweeping air aside with massive red wings. He jumped immediately into a limping trot, and stopped before the small human, who stared up with live brown eyes.
The dragon shivered and sucked hot breath through his mouth as he lowered his head, placing a large, steaming wing behind the man. "Tobe?" The dragon shifted, leaving dark marks in the concrete beneath his back talons.
"It's okay." Tobias affirmed, watching the muscles flex in Sol's damaged shoulder. The concern in the dragon's eyes pushed sharp guilt. "I'm sorry."
"Why," Sol brushed his warm nose against Tobias's head, and Tobias reached his left hand to the dragon's cheek. "I shouldn't have left."
"Where's Helios?"
"Gone. He went on with the SolarWings. I told you that, Tobe."
"Oh," the man murmered, letting his head lean against the dragon. "I'm sorry."
"Don't say that. He went on with the first wave, because we didn't know about you, and we didn't want him on his own. The crew needs help, anyway. There's still so many sick."
"Half are permanently maimed." Tobias murmured.
"Yeah, and we talked about shipping them out further. Possibility doesn't offer much permanence."
"No," Tobias agreed, sliding his hand down the dragon's cooling neck. "Where's Eclipse?"
Sol pulled gently away. "Just behind me." He glanced back. "She drags that IceWing dragonet in her wake," he gave a soft laugh, moving to position himself at Tobias's side. "She's realizing how many others here are orphaned. Not just Shard."
"Not even close." Tobias whispered, swallowing on a dry throat. "She's amazing for that."
"I know it," Sol agreed, sliding his nose gently against Tobias's neck and shoulder. "You're cold."
Tobias said nothing, and his gaze dropped on instinct. The apology rose in his throat and waited there, not willing to die.
"There she is," Sol murmered, his tone a smooth rumble as he spread a wing tip across Tobias's stiff back. "The dragonet gets so hot in the sun. Absolutely miserable. I don't know what we'll do in the Sun Kingdom."
"The Sun Kingdom," Tobias echoed in a quiet, understanding voice.
"Yeah?" Sol questioned, sliding his head off Tobias's shoulder, his eyes on the approaching dragons.
"Yeah." The man agreed, lifting a hand to his sweaty hair. "That's your choice, Sol."
"Nah," the dragon glanced down, tilting his head.
"No." Tobias said, running a hand across his tired eyes. "I've made.. I've made enough decisions for the both of us. For you."
"That's not true."
"Of course it is."
Sol hesitated, still looking down, though Tobias did not return the gaze. "You made decisions we needed you to make. Still as a team." Sol gave a soft, easy laugh, slowly turning his gaze up to the nearing LunarWing. "It's okay, Tobe." He slid his wing tip from the man's back. "I'm glad you're awake."
Tobias sighed, and looked up at the silver dragons. "Yeah." He said. "It's good to be back."


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The inspiration was insane.
Struck like an anvil , though way too late at night, so... Some of it is incoherent, yes, I know, I'm sure, the groove was STIFFF. Still got to break it in.
Also, I accidentally posted before it was finished, so I had to do one of those funky edits all while praying you lot didn't show up before my post was glorified with an RDJ gif the pressure was insane
This should pull off enough of a base. We'll have to be flexible.
However-

AN ACTUAL OFAF NOTIF EEYUOOOO
Tayba
Kayway
Emjay
-

 

[-Shade-]

Sobs. This. This was good. Old. Days.

Holy oh my gosh. That piece wrote itself.



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Forty-eight hours later of the entire everything that happend because I am so not picking it up right then and there




Tobias sat in the open hanger, his shadow stretching in the sunset, body sick, and cold. The past day he had slept away, with Sol at his side. The red dragon was steadfast, and concerned, always on the alert, never overwhelming.
Ferrin had saved his arm and left. Harper was tending to the sick. Gen and Eclipse frequented the room, though watching a sick man sleep did not aid their cause, and they left to assist the crew where needed.
Sol stayed.
He could not leave.
And his presence strengthened Tobias's weak heart.
For Tobias, sleep felt addicting, and drugged away the guilt. But it could not last long enough. He hated to wake and lay in dull pain, always remembering.

"What are you doing?"
Tobias jumped a little, his head snapping up at the empty air ahead. "Gen?"
"Who let you out."
"What am I, a dog?"
"Worse." The dragon materialized ahead, shifting his scales to a deep, electric black. "Where's Sol?"
"With Eclipse."
"Where's Eclipse?"
"I don't know."
Gen sniffed the air, approaching Tobias with a smooth gait. His eyes glistened. "Did you come out here alone?"
Tobias nodded, unfaltering, eyes heavy with forced stoicism.
"Look," Gen hissed softly, circling round the pale man, "you're not helping."
Tobias waited, then blinked, glancing at the black dragon. "I know."
Gen snorted, shaking his wings out. "You need to get well. Well enough to travel. That's what they want, you know. Sol's planning on-" his voice dropped, and the hybrid snapped his gaze towards the sky, eyes keen.
The setting sunlight caught at red, soaring scales ahead. Tobias took note of the awkward tilt in each wing, and the tense form. Perhaps never had an adult SolarWing flown so poorly.
Gen vanished, talons clicking as he stepped back. "They're planning things. Him and Eclipse."
"Well, gosh. Don't sound so sinister."
"No, no. I don't want to be forgotten in said plans."
Tobias coughed. "You're invisible and silent." He said, staring ahead as the red dragon approached. "Easily forgotten."
"Yes. But the shadows bear comfort. Sometimes it is good not to be seen."
Tobias said nothing, trying to read Sol's expression as the creature drew near, soaring on trembling wings.
"Right, Gen. I'll put in a good word."
The hybrid was silent.

Sol lowered to the ground, landing slow and cautious, sweeping air aside with massive red wings. He jumped immediately into a limping trot, and stopped before the small human, who stared up with live brown eyes.
The dragon shivered and sucked hot breath through his mouth as he lowered his head, placing a large, steaming wing behind the man. "Tobe?" The dragon shifted, leaving dark marks in the concrete beneath his back talons.
"It's okay." Tobias affirmed, watching the muscles flex in Sol's damaged shoulder. The concern in the dragon's eyes pushed sharp guilt. "I'm sorry."
"Why," Sol brushed his warm nose against Tobias's head, and Tobias reached his left hand to the dragon's cheek. "I shouldn't have left."
"Where's Helios?"
"Gone. He went on with the SolarWings. I told you that, Tobe."
"Oh," the man murmered, letting his head lean against the dragon. "I'm sorry."
"Don't say that. He went on with the first wave, because we didn't know about you, and we didn't want him on his own. The crew needs help, anyway. There's still so many sick."
"Half are permanently maimed." Tobias murmured.
"Yeah, and we talked about shipping them out further. Possibility doesn't offer much permanence."
"No," Tobias agreed, sliding his hand down the dragon's cooling neck. "Where's Eclipse?"
Sol pulled gently away. "Just behind me." He glanced back. "She drags that IceWing dragonet in her wake," he gave a soft laugh, moving to position himself at Tobias's side. "She's realizing how many others here are orphaned. Not just Shard."
"Not even close." Tobias whispered, swallowing on a dry throat. "She's amazing for that."
"I know it," Sol agreed, sliding his nose gently against Tobias's neck and shoulder. "You're cold."
Tobias said nothing, and his gaze dropped on instinct. The apology rose in his throat and waited there, not willing to die.
"There she is," Sol murmered, his tone a smooth rumble as he spread a wing tip across Tobias's stiff back. "The dragonet gets so hot in the sun. Absolutely miserable. I don't know what we'll do in the Sun Kingdom."
"The Sun Kingdom," Tobias echoed in a quiet, understanding voice.
"Yeah?" Sol questioned, sliding his head off Tobias's shoulder, his eyes on the approaching dragons.
"Yeah." The man agreed, lifting a hand to his sweaty hair. "That's your choice, Sol."
"Nah," the dragon glanced down, tilting his head.
"No." Tobias said, running a hand across his tired eyes. "I've made.. I've made enough decisions for the both of us. For you."
"That's not true."
"Of course it is."
Sol hesitated, still looking down, though Tobias did not return the gaze. "You made decisions we needed you to make. Still as a team." Sol gave a soft, easy laugh, slowly turning his gaze up to the nearing LunarWing. "It's okay, Tobe." He slid his wing tip from the man's back. "I'm glad you're awake."
Tobias sighed, and looked up at the silver dragons. "Yeah." He said. "It's good to be back."


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The inspiration was insane.
Struck like an anvil , though way too late at night, so... Some of it is incoherent, yes, I know, I'm sure, the groove was STIFFF. Still got to break it in.
Also, I accidentally posted before it was finished, so I had to do one of those funky edits all while praying you lot didn't show up before my post was glorified with an RDJ gif the pressure was insane
This should pull off enough of a base. We'll have to be flexible.
However-

AN ACTUAL OFAF NOTIF EEYUOOOO
Tayba
Kayway
Emjay
-

Eclipse flared her wings gently, favoring her tense shoulder.
The sun scattered its feathery rays across the mirror smoothed scales interwoven across her slender frame, the light reflecting ever-gold as the sun itself. Tinted only faintly with the ethereal silver of the moons.
Shard's small wings patterned quickly beneath one of her own, creating a white glow against the massive, reflective webbings.
The Icewing landed first, wings drooping heavy from the heat, but her ocean azure eyes shone alit with excitement.
Eclipse completed the small descent as gracefully as she could manage, her warmed wing shoulder proving more exhausted than the other already, giving a slight teeter in her landing.
"Evening boys."

Shard bounced across the concrete, her wings dragging undignified in her wake, jaw parted slightly as she panted.
"Hello, Mr. Tobias. Prince Sol," the dragonet chirped, her voice faltering with a slight nervousness as she greeted the Solarwing. Wide blue eyes stared humbled up at the crimson red dragon.
"Mr. Tobias, why are you outside?"
Eclipse suppressed a chuckle, following behind the dragonet, her thin tail sweeping slowly behind her.
"She makes a good point. You really should be inside."
The Lunarwing's midnight gaze drifted to Sol as she spoke, meeting eyes with the Prince. Celestial ring of fire burning brilliantly in the dying orange daylight, stark against the indigo iris. The dragoness wrinkled her snout with a playful expression, making her eyes glint further.
"You didn't instigate this, did you?"






Tobe hit the nail on the head there. It's good to be back.
I literally almost cried just reading a fresh scene for OFAF, let's freaking go people. We can doooo ttthhiiiissss.

 

[Fluffy_Moth_With_Silkies]

I know it's late into the story, but can I make a character? : D

 

[Fluffy_Moth_With_Silkies]

I know it's late into the story, but can I make a character? : D

I'm just gonna make the char and see if it works with the story

Name: Crow

Gender: Idk yet, probably the same gender as me??

Age: 10

Tribe: Cloud/Lunarwing

Physical appearance: Darker feathers around neck and body, lighter around tail. Four legs and large, black wings with white stripes. Slightly starry appearance, seems a bit unreal. Very shiny but can has matte feathers as well. Moon symbol etched into forehead in white and stars underneath eyes. I'll probably draw them.

Personality: Very shy (like very very shy) and skittish, scared of other dragons as they have hunted them. Very young but mature for their age as they were forced to grow up quickly. Violent but only when made violent. Very smart and loves meeting people like them.

Backstory: Crow was hatched in a very strange place on the top of a mountain. They never saw their parents and always had to hide as a young child. Lots of dragons want to capture young Lunarwings to see how they look and grow, so they had to find places to hide. At around 8 (two years before entry) they started to grow larger feathers, and got white spots. Blind in one eye due to hunting and has a snow leopard they found in the mountains as a pet / service cat. Has kind of appeared in the area surrounding where the story takes place (idk where it is) and hides in a nearby cave. Has only ever seen 2 other dragons and they were both icewings.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

mmbruh

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Eclipse flared her wings gently, favoring her tense shoulder.
The sun scattered its feathery rays across the mirror smoothed scales interwoven across her slender frame, the light reflecting ever-gold as the sun itself. Tinted only faintly with the ethereal silver of the moons.
Shard's small wings patterned quickly beneath one of her own, creating a white glow against the massive, reflective webbings.
The Icewing landed first, wings drooping heavy from the heat, but her ocean azure eyes shone alit with excitement.
Eclipse completed the small descent as gracefully as she could manage, her warmed wing shoulder proving more exhausted than the other already, giving a slight teeter in her landing.
"Evening boys."

Shard bounced across the concrete, her wings dragging undignified in her wake, jaw parted slightly as she panted.
"Hello, Mr. Tobias. Prince Sol," the dragonet chirped, her voice faltering with a slight nervousness as she greeted the Solarwing. Wide blue eyes stared humbled up at the crimson red dragon.
"Mr. Tobias, why are you outside?"
Eclipse suppressed a chuckle, following behind the dragonet, her thin tail sweeping slowly behind her.
"She makes a good point. You really should be inside."
The Lunarwing's midnight gaze drifted to Sol as she spoke, meeting eyes with the Prince. Celestial ring of fire burning brilliantly in the dying orange daylight, stark against the indigo iris. The dragoness wrinkled her snout with a playful expression, making her eyes glint further.
"You didn't instigate this, did you?"

"Pfft, no." Sol murmured, swaying his head away from Tobias. He gave Eclipse a lopsided grin, though his eyes portrayed concern and exhaustion.
"Who else is here?" Tobias asked, leaning back. "Did.. the RainWings stay?"
"Sure." Sol nodded and glanced down at the man. "This was Roe's last cause. They'll stay to see it through." Tobias moved to ease himself off the ground, and Sol dipped his head beneath the man's shoulder. "You should eat."
Tobias leaned on the dragon. "How are the injured? How many have we lost?"
Sol looked at Eclipse again, pulling Tobias against his warm shoulder. "A few, Tobe. We'll figure it out."
The man's eyes lingered over the panting dragonet, and a brief silence fell over the group. "We need to move," he said, breathing heavily. "Hardly anyone is fit for the sun. The injured will waste away to heat. And- the IceWings..."
Sol said nothing. They both knew the transports had been drained of fuel. The food supply was running dangerously low.
There was no fresh water left.
Again, Sol glanced up at Eclipse.
There was nothing to say. Nothing that could outweigh the bad.

Tobe hit the nail on the head there. It's good to be back.
I literally almost cried just reading a fresh scene for OFAF, let's freaking go people. We can doooo ttthhiiiissss.

Your writing is insanely poetic, Taber.

Yes, frsss I am hyped to get back in the zzzone.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Spork alert.

 

[-Shade-]

"Pfft, no." Sol murmured, swaying his head away from Tobias. He gave Eclipse a lopsided grin, though his eyes portrayed concern and exhaustion.
"Who else is here?" Tobias asked, leaning back. "Did.. the RainWings stay?"
"Sure." Sol nodded and glanced down at the man. "This was Roe's last cause. They'll stay to see it through." Tobias moved to ease himself off the ground, and Sol dipped his head beneath the man's shoulder. "You should eat."
Tobias leaned on the dragon. "How are the injured? How many have we lost?"
Sol looked at Eclipse again, pulling Tobias against his warm shoulder. "A few, Tobe. We'll figure it out."
The man's eyes lingered over the panting dragonet, and a brief silence fell over the group. "We need to move," he said, breathing heavily. "Hardly anyone is fit for the sun. The injured will waste away to heat. And- the IceWings..."
Sol said nothing. They both knew the transports had been drained of fuel. The food supply was running dangerously low.
There was no fresh water left.
Again, Sol glanced up at Eclipse.
There was nothing to say. Nothing that could outweigh the bad.

Eclipse turned away from the pair, avoiding Sol's eyes and setting her gaze to the cloudless horizon sky above the crimson sun. The sound of the wind over the dry city filled the hollow silence among them- even Shard had fallen to the dreading thoughts.
"Well," the dragonet was the first to speak. "We... can't give up now. Right?"
The Lunarwing angled her head down at Shard, sweeping her tail around to pull her closer, a wan smile playing on the edges of her face. Cool scales brushed hers, achingly familiar, wonderfully refreshing in the heat of the dying day.

 

[-Shade-]

Eclipse turned away from the pair, avoiding Sol's eyes and setting her gaze to the cloudless horizon sky above the crimson sun. The sound of the wind over the dry city filled the hollow silence among them- even Shard had fallen to the dreading thoughts.
"Well," the dragonet was the first to speak. "We... can't give up now. Right?"
The Lunarwing angled her head down at Shard, sweeping her tail around to pull her closer, a wan smile playing on the edges of her face. Cool scales brushed hers, achingly familiar, wonderfully refreshing in the heat of the dying day.

Heh, I forgot

*long hilarious inhale*

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