~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~ 2

He raored in rage and then he didnt care at the moment whether his honor was at stake for not fighting a stream of extremely hot fire shot strait towards jesters face.

Lonea stirred and saw neoner standing infront of her fire shooting at jester. "You deserved this Dragon..." then she wen't limp.
 
Jasper threw up his wing at the last moment to shield his face from the hot flames, and deflected them off to the side. Surprisingly, he was laughing! "Take your dragoness home." He ordered. "And don't come back without a good reason."
 
Jasper followed a ways behind and watched them leave, it was about time that Caronia's borders were inforced again... their reputation had slackened a bit he suspected.
 
He arced to pelendava, he knew he should have asked Onyx but he was desperat4e, her breathing was ragged and slow, he landed at the entrance to pelendava and asked to be let in.

Lonea looked up and Neoner. "THank you..." she said before she faded out again.
 
Mayella was at her post near the main gates, Camilla had stationed the the learners around the city between their training. Since the attacks, security had been tightened to prevent similar incidents. "Who are you?" She asked sharply.
 
He was gasping air from flying so ahrd and fast with extra wight "My name is Neoner." he gasped "This dragoness need s attention, she has been attacked by a Caronian as far as i know." he said panting after his heartbeat started slowing down.
 
His reflection was tainted by the water; emeralds, reds and golds dulled and muted by it's murky haze.
He danced his claws across its surface and smiled wearily, this was his life. Always dulled by those around him, surrounded by grey... and dimwits.

The pool where he lay was on the outskirts of Caronia and he could just see Avalon's green oasis. What would it take to make it his? Clearly not Caronia.
Sweet, sweet Caronia had turned out to be just a pitstop, sadly. Tenebrae had given him such hope for it.
But life was ever full of twists and turns. Besides, he didn't need them anyways.. Although.... He could still probably find a good use for them.
Lilith was smart, but he had been playing this game for far longer. It would just take a bit of cunning and a few well placed hits.
 
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Lilith rinsed her claws off in the icy cold mountain water racing down the back side of the mountain, cleaning off the dirt and. debris that had accumulated under her claws while burrying Tenebrae. She knew that he deserved a proper burial ceremony , but nobody seemed to care enough to bother. If she had left it to Jasper he probably would have just left the body there and cried over it until he died himself. Tenebrae's loyal puppy dog. Jasper wouldn't be a problem, he didn't have anywhere to go besides Caronia, Pelendava had a price out for his head so large that even Belial m problemight attempt to bring him in. Silv was a bigger problem, he was a strong warrior, but useless if he couldn't accept her position.
 

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