The dragon fights, rp

“Morning.” Gusso muttered. He looked down at Night Claw. “It’s-” He glanced around helplessly. He had been told of large bodies of water, but he had no idea how to tell the difference between them. “Uh. A lake?” He guessed, gazing around at the glittering water.

Flikkial blinked. “I know how fish tastes.” She said. Nevertheless, she dipped her head back under the water. She snapped at some small minnows, but they easily evaded her. She huffed, a stream of bubbles coming from her nostrils. She propelled her body to the surface and flapped her wings, emerging from the water. With slight annoyance, she noticed that her feathers had became less waterproof during her captivity, and they retained more water than they should. She landed on the shore and shook herself, then jumped back into the air to search for a suitable fishing spot.
Blood sits down in some grass, bored, however, he still didn't feel like hunting OR fishing.
 
Tanya: a river. I think? *she'd only seen one when being transported through holes in the transport boxes. my father used to tell me alot about them before his death.

*night claw listened to them when they'd answered.*

*river looked at two other dragons she hadn't met yet (riski and flikkial) and went to investigate them.*
Gusso stepped tentatively into the water. He felt it run over his front claws, which sank into the thin layer of mud at the edge of the river. The feeling of the mud was cool and he enjoyed it. “Come on, Night Claw.” He urged, nudging his half-brother with a wing. “Feel the.. the river.”
 
Gusso stepped tentatively into the water. He felt it run over his front claws, which sank into the thin layer of mud at the edge of the river. The feeling of the mud was cool and he enjoyed it. “Come on, Night Claw.” He urged, nudging his half-brother with a wing. “Feel the.. the river.”
Blood stretches, getting up slowly. "I just remembered, I haven't gone in ANY body of water since I was little-" He mutters.
 
Blood stretches, getting up slowly. "I just remembered, I haven't gone in ANY body of water since I was little-" He mutters.
*
right claw gave his brother an unsure look before trying himself.*
Gusso glanced at Blood. That was one dragon he definitely didn’t trust around Night Claw. He lowered himself gradually into the water, watching Blood out of the corner of his eye.
 
Gusso glanced at Blood. That was one dragon he definitely didn’t trust around Night Claw. He lowered himself gradually into the water, watching Blood out of the corner of his eye.
Blood gets into the cool water slowly, yawning a little. "Still nice." He smiles slightly, though it looks a little strange, as he didn't smile much.
 
Tanya: a river. I think? *she'd only seen one when being transported through holes in the transport boxes. my father used to tell me alot about them before his death.

*night claw listened to them when they'd answered.*

*river looked at two other dragons she hadn't met yet (riski and flikkial) and went to investigate them.*
“Who are you?” Riski asked the little dragon, swimming to shore. “Want something to eat?”
 
Name: Blaze
Age: 50 years
Gender: Female
Species: Fire dragon
Species info: This is a well rounded species, good with defense and offense, but not as much as the Steele feather. It is an old species with an incredibly strong fire power. They are often proud to a fault but also loyal.
Looks: A deep bronze-red. The red color of her scales shows the best in direct light. In these times, they shine like the blue-green tones shine on a black chicken. In bad lighting her scales appear brown.
Yellow eyes. Two spikes on her tail, one of which curves down slightly. Large wings with lighter bronze membranes. Spiky, medium sized build. Has a very classic dragon/lizard-like look.
Personality: Brash and bold. When frustrated or in the presence of possible enemies, is often outright rude. Usually solves problems with brute force. To hide her sorrow and frustration at being captive, she either doesn’t talk at all or uses misplaced humor. Despite her tough exterior, she does genuinely care about others and can’t turn away from someone in need. However, she will do what she has to in order to survive, and fights brutally in the pits, though she doesn’t inflict more injury than she has to. Extremely bitter about the loss of her flame. Uses fighting to channel her anger at her family’s killing.
Bio: She lost her mother, father, and brother to dragon hunters, which left her without her family flight. Later, she was captured by humans while fighting another dragon. She was originally at the pit the others came from, but was bought by someone at the new pit and has been there ever since.
 
Blood gets into the cool water slowly, yawning a little. "Still nice." He smiles slightly, though it looks a little strange, as he didn't smile much.
Gusso wondered briefly why Blood yawned so much. Was it an intimidation tactic? A genetic predisposition? An illness? Was he chronically tired?
Gusso looked away and spread his wings on the water’s surface. For the first time, he realized how dirty he had been, as various bits of debris drifted away from his golden scales.

Flikkial had found a partially submerged log to perch upon. She gazed into the deeper water under it, watching for any fish.
 
Name: Blaze
Age: 50 years
Gender: Female
Species: Fire dragon
Species info: This is a well rounded species, good with defense and offense, but not as much as the Steele feather. It is an old species with an incredibly strong fire power. They are often proud to a fault but also loyal.
Looks: A deep bronze-red. The red color of her scales shows the best in direct light. In these times, they shine like the blue-green tones shine on a black chicken. In bad lighting her scales appear brown.
Yellow eyes. Two spikes on her tail, one of which curves down slightly. Large wings with lighter bronze membranes. Spiky, medium sized build. Has a very classic dragon/lizard-like look.
Personality: Brash and bold. When frustrated or in the presence of possible enemies, is often outright rude. Usually solves problems with brute force. To hide her sorrow and frustration at being captive, she either doesn’t talk at all or uses misplaced humor. Despite her tough exterior, she does genuinely care about others and can’t turn away from someone in need. However, she will do what she has to in order to survive, and fights brutally in the pits, though she doesn’t inflict more injury than she has to. Extremely bitter about the loss of her flame. Uses fighting to channel her anger at her family’s killing.
Bio: She lost her mother, father, and brother to dragon hunters, which left her without her family flight. Later, she was captured by humans while fighting another dragon. She was originally at the pit the others came from, but was bought by someone at the new pit and has been there ever since.
(Is she based on a Buckeye? Even their red feathers have a purplish, greenish sheen)nView attachment 2521133View attachment 2521134
 

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