~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~

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Silv folded his wings and dove, falling like an arrow from the heavens.
His aim was the downed prize, Sprite. If he could slow down enough before grabbing her, he might avoid puncturing her chest and or crushing something vital... And if he didn't, well.. Who would care?
He planned to touch down and high tail it to the deep woods, then back to Caronia.
pfft, who would care? :p

Christina was still sprawled on the ground, unmoving. She was barely concious and unable to move, the numbing in her body was beginning to subside, leaving a sharp, nearly unbearable pain behind.

(Not sure what else to say lol)
 
Well. You are right, Lilith might. She is just that sensitive, poor thing...

It happened in a flash, he calculated correctly however, so the situation didn't turn out as bloody as it could have.
His talons bit into her shoulders and he was dragged down by her weight again as he pushed to take off. Several insults sputtered out,
but he managed. It was a lopsided gait, but they were airborne and getting deeper.
 
As his claws dug into her shoulders, she let out a small whimper of pain. Her entire body was bloody from the lack of scales protecting it and was starting to blister and swell up with the beginnings of a rather large infection. "Silv..." She tossed her head from side to side without opening her eyes.
 
Silv was panting by the time he felt they were safe enough to land.
He wedged her between the crook of a large oak and perched himself just above.
"Well... I'm good for a while. You?" He craned his neck down and grinned, tongue flitting in and out, "Ah. Yeah... The whole unconscious thing, so like you."
He clapped her cheek with his knuckles and pulled himself back up, "I need a breather...."
 
Christina's eyes flickered open at his touch (
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lol) and focused on him. She gave a weak smile that seemed to contradict what the rest of her body language was showing. "Thank you..." She rasped, her voice was rough and scratchy but audible.
 
He let the air sizzle out of his lungs like a run over possum and patted her shoulder, "Not doing it again, sprite, not doing it again."
 
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Hmm, yeah I don't think Jester is doing anything.

(Okay)
Tisep slinked along the ground like a cat, weaving in and out of the thick brambles in the forest. It was pretty much dead, though there were still a few things to eat around there. She stalked a gryphon from a distance, it might be tough to hunt but it would suffice for a meal.
 
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