Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

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Sol beat the air, and hovered beside Eclipse, yawning hot breath. Gen returned to sight with a flourish of color, shading himself just slightly above his surroundings so that he rippled and shimmered, and made them squint to discern his shape.

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"We'll head south-east first, that way we can round the outside of the higher city before setting course for Oakenwatch."
She drew ahead of the small group, angling her wings to the sharp southern wind to bank east.
"We fly high until we reach the river and it should be dark by then. Once there, we'll fly low over the northernmost tail until we're out of the city. Our best camouflage after that will be to glide high. No one speaks until we are in open terrain- if any humans hear us while passing through the eastern division of the city we could find ourselves in a fight we can't win."
Eclipse flashed them all a sharp glance.
"Clear?"

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@Barnette

 

[Barnette]

Ember nodded. "Clear." She felt a tremor of excitement ripple through her, and she felt the earge to race ahead and fly and fly and fly, to the end of the world, she was so enthusiastic.



That's all I got

 

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"We'll head south-east first, that way we can round the outside of the higher city before setting course for Oakenwatch."
She drew ahead of the small group, angling her wings to the sharp southern wind to bank east.
"We fly high until we reach the river and it should be dark by then. Once there, we'll fly low over the northernmost tail until we're out of the city. Our best camouflage after that will be to glide high. No one speaks until we are in open terrain- if any humans hear us while passing through the eastern division of the city we could find ourselves in a fight we can't win."
Eclipse flashed them all a sharp glance.
"Clear?"

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@Barnette

Ember nodded. "Clear." She felt a tremor of excitement ripple through her, and she felt the earge to race ahead and fly and fly and fly, to the end of the world, she was so enthusiastic.



That's all I got

And so it was.
They flew long and silent, passing loads between talons and circulating watch positions to keep from soreing muscles in their necks. Eclipse may have felt a sense of responsibility in her assumed leadership, and it drove her determination in an adrenaline-like manner. Sol could feel her settled mentality, and it was then that he realized she was absolutely pivitol to this mission. Any rise of counteraction towards Eclipse's guidance would begin to wake exhaustion, and Sol knew it was his place to protect her current stature, and mind her direction.
There was no longer space to curl the color out of lines. He could not bounce off of Tobias, nor could he fall into Harper.
How odd how natural his bend toward human dependence seemed. And yet it concluded his upbringing.
Once again, he was different dragon, living a different life and converting to a different mindset.
He has left Tobias because he was called to this.
When had he ever left Tobias without the sincerest pain of regret? When had Tobias ever let him go without waver of confidence?
Never.
He was breaking rules now, and making more as the old ones crumbled. Now life was a web of forgotten histories and convictions, new morals, and wasted guidelines.
He was changing. But it all felt natural.

Even though it hurt to say goodbye,
It was good.

The river ran cold and steamy in the dark morning air, and Sol lapped graciously, feeling the water's chill spice through his neck and stomach. His load of supplies rested beside Eclipse, who seemed painfully alert to their surroundings.
He lifted his head.
"Drink." He said, backing a few steps the soft bank. "I will keep watch."

 

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And so it was.
They flew long and silent, passing loads between talons and circulating watch positions to keep from soreing muscles in their necks. Eclipse may have felt a sense of responsibility in her assumed leadership, and it drove her determination in an adrenaline-like manner. Sol could feel her settled mentality, and it was then that he realized she was absolutely pivitol to this mission. Any rise of counteraction towards Eclipse's guidance would begin to wake exhaustion, and Sol knew it was his place to protect her current stature, and mind her direction.
There was no longer space to curl the color out of lines. He could not bounce off of Tobias, nor could he fall into Harper.
How odd how natural his bend toward human dependence seemed. And yet it concluded his upbringing.
Once again, he was different dragon, living a different life and converting to a different mindset.
He has left Tobias because he was called to this.
When had he ever left Tobias without the sincerest pain of regret? When had Tobias ever let him go without waver of confidence?
Never.
He was breaking rules now, and making more as the old ones crumbled. Now life was a web of forgotten histories and convictions, new morals, and wasted guidelines.
He was changing. But it all felt natural.

Even though it hurt to say goodbye,
It was good.

Silent was the only way to make the trip, she knew, and silent it remained. But without words, thoughts are left to conquer, and Eclipse's mind threatened to tire faster than her already weakened body.
Chaos reigned in a constant battle between maintaining focus and the sucking current of dread in her own mind. The towering glass and steel world of Possibility cut the sky like an endless strip of jagged teeth. Bridges laced the entire length of the river as if the city could hold the waterway to the earth, strapping it into its gridded ports and docks.
There was no light from the sky here.
It was torturous to fly beneath the sickly yellowed night sky, a sky in which no stars shown. The two smallest moons were beyond their half-waned point, nearing new, and they wouldn't dare show their faces till before dawn. Imperial too had retreated below the horizon.
And so the sky was void of its celestials.
Their emptiness in the night beat as heavily against her soul as the ever-growing tug of the Western horizon. Beyond the desert, into the sea.
Why not just leave? Her subconscious juggled the thought constantly, her active thoughts rejected it. And the gentle wingbeats of the others helped brush the tug aside, not just the waking sound of what reality surrounded her, but the ever-constant reminder of those relying on her.
But as the city faded, and the rocky earth of the Sky Kingdom rolled out in front of them, the thought became forthright.
Why not just leave? Fly away now, now that she was free of the Scorpion Den, far from Possibility? It wasn't running away, her thoughts lied. It was returning to what was hers- her life, her freedom, her only refuge.
If only she were still selfish.
To go back to that life meant to ignore the monster that was the Scorpion Den, slowly eating away the tribes like corroding metal. It meant to kill again, the Nightwings and their hunters, without seeing dragons like Bloodmoon or Sol in their eyes before she plucked their lives away. It meant forgetting the debts she owed to these dragons and humans who'd helped her, it meant abandoning the ones that relied on her, and it meant pulling her piece out of the game when it was one of the only things keeping them alive.
It was an irony that the silver Cloudwing's taunting words stung her sporadically throughout this maddening conflict.
What is a dragon worth if he can't keep his own word?
If only she were still evil.
So she fought the entirety of the draining flight to stay settled into determination. That warring remained beyond the threshold of her mind, she dared not let it in. The others could not see or feel her own doubt. And so she forced the doubt to be unfelt.
Flying against the pain, numb to the burning in her muscles and the growing tightness in her wings. Mentally barred against the ever-growing tug of the Western horizon, she flew on.

The river ran cold and steamy in the dark morning air, and Sol lapped graciously, feeling the water's chill spice through his neck and stomach. His load of supplies rested beside Eclipse, who seemed painfully alert to their surroundings.
He lifted his head.
"Drink." He said, backing a few steps the soft bank. "I will keep watch."

The Lunarwing ducked her head with a slight cock, glancing at the Solarwing from the side of a dark indigo eye.
The pause was longer than needed, but at last, she breathed a suppressed sigh and side-stepped closer to the Solarwing and the nearly still river, watching for a quiet second before slowly lowering her head to the gloriously cold water.
Perhaps the hours of silent flight had reserved them all to a form of permanent silence, but now on the ground, it felt more awkward than necessary. However, Gen was usually always quiet.
"What's with that one anyway," her thoughts continued aloud, barely a murmur as she cocked her head back up toward Sol, the only one within earshot. "Gen. How do you know him? Why is he..."
The way he is?
She wasn't sure how to finish the sentence out loud.

(Braaaaiiinnnn thoughtsssssss, character development again, finally)

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Barnette

 

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Cap, I'm gonna throw Whitestar at Harper now. How should we go about it?

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Cap, I'm gonna throw Whitestar at Harper now. How should we go about it?

I don't... Er... Refresh me on his current location.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Silent was the only way to make the trip, she knew, and silent it remained. But without words, thoughts are left to conquer, and Eclipse's mind threatened to tire faster than her already weakened body.
Chaos reigned in a constant battle between maintaining focus and the sucking current of dread in her own mind. The towering glass and steel world of Possibility cut the sky like an endless strip of jagged teeth. Bridges laced the entire length of the river as if the city could hold the waterway to the earth, strapping it into its gridded ports and docks.
There was no light from the sky here.
It was torturous to fly beneath the sickly yellowed night sky, a sky in which no stars shown. The two smallest moons were beyond their half-waned point, nearing new, and they wouldn't dare show their faces till before dawn. Imperial too had retreated below the horizon.
And so the sky was void of its celestials.
Their emptiness in the night beat as heavily against her soul as the ever-growing tug of the Western horizon. Beyond the desert, into the sea.
Why not just leave? Her subconscious juggled the thought constantly, her active thoughts rejected it. And the gentle wingbeats of the others helped brush the tug aside, not just the waking sound of what reality surrounded her, but the ever-constant reminder of those relying on her.
But as the city faded, and the rocky earth of the Sky Kingdom rolled out in front of them, the thought became forthright.
Why not just leave? Fly away now, now that she was free of the Scorpion Den, far from Possibility? It wasn't running away, her thoughts lied. It was returning to what was hers- her life, her freedom, her only refuge.
If only she were still selfish.
To go back to that life meant to ignore the monster that was the Scorpion Den, slowly eating away the tribes like corroding metal. It meant to kill again, the Nightwings and their hunters, without seeing dragons like Bloodmoon or Sol in their eyes before she plucked their lives away. It meant forgetting the debts she owed to these dragons and humans who'd helped her, it meant abandoning the ones that relied on her, and it meant pulling her piece out of the game when it was one of the only things keeping them alive.
It was an irony that the silver Cloudwings taunting words stung her sporadically throughout this maddening conflict.
What is a dragon worth if he can't keep his own word?
If only she were still evil.
So she fought the entirety of the draining flight to stay settled into determination. That warring remained beyond the threshold of her mind, she dared not let it in. The others could not see or feel her own doubt. And so she forced the doubt to be unfelt.
Flying against the pain, numb to the burning in her muscles and the growing tightness in her wings. Mentally barred against the ever-growing tug of the Western horizon, she flew on.

The Lunarwing ducked her head with a slight cock, glancing at the Solarwing from the side of a dark indigo eye.
The pause was longer than needed, but at last, she breathed a suppressed sigh and side-stepped closer to the Solarwing and the nearly still river, watching for a quiet second before slowly lowering her head to the gloriously cold river.
Perhaps the hours of silent flight had reserved them all to a form of permanent silence, but now on the ground, it felt more awkward than necessary. However, Gen was usually always quiet.
"What's with that one anyway," her thoughts continued aloud, barely a murmur as she cocked her head back up toward Sol, the only one within earshot. "Gen. How do you know him? Why is he..."
The way he is?
She wasn't sure how to finish the sentence out loud.

(Braaaaiiinnnn thoughtsssssss, character development again, finally)

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Barnette

Sol leaned on his muscled shoulders, stirring sands and dirt with his talons. His eyes flicked to Gen's hunched form, and Sol wondered how elevated the mutants hearing had become in the labs. A brief sense of deja vu brushed over his memory, and the scales of his neck tingled.
"We met in the arena." Said the crimson dragon, and he spoke in finality. "That was a long time ago, and we were different dragons. I don't know who he is now. Only that he is alone, and I am familiar." He looked to Eclipse, then to the river. "Shall we replace the old water in Harper's crates?"

 

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Sol leaned on his muscled shoulders, stirring sands and dirt with his talons. His eyes flicked to Gen's hunched form, and Sol wondered how elevated the mutants hearing had become in the labs. A brief sense of deja vu brushed over his memory, and the scales of his neck tingled.
"We met in the arena." Said the crimson dragon, and he spoke in finality. "That was a long time ago, and we were different dragons. I don't know who he is now. Only that he is alone, and I am familiar." He looked to Eclipse, then to the river. "Shall we replace the old water in Harper's crates?"

The Lunarwing gave an unsatisfied huff, stepping back from the soft bank.
"Yes. Whatever Harper gave us is probably closer to stagnant by now."

 

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I don't... Er... Refresh me on his current location.

I'm going to have him fly into Possibility from the direction of the Scorpion Den. I was going to time his arrival to be about... 2 hours after Sunset?

 

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The Lunarwing gave an unsatisfied huff, stepping back from the soft bank.
"Yes. Whatever Harper gave us is probably closer to stagnant by now."

Oh I forgot-

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