-The Mythics RP-

[Blue Raptor]

(Goaaattt maaaannn)
Light had not yet reached (totally stealing this from the Odyssey don’t mind me~)its rosy fingers through the carriage windows. Outside the small panes was nothing but that pre-dawn haze, where the shadows were cobalt blue and the sky hung heavy grey, some clouds edges were touched with peach where the sun had begun to rise, sliver by sliver, over the horizon.
Yes, it was all quite pretty and such.
But Fitzpatrick could hardly look out the window when he was in a stifling carriage, being jostled and contorted at every uneven smattering of rocks that they bowled over on the road.
And on the way to a prison of all places.
And the smart green coat he wore was no doubt being abused and crumpled with every bump. He fancied himself rather like that coat in the moment.
Out of a matching green vest he withdrew his pocketwatch. After a particularly nasty bout of jostling, he fumbled with the watch’s clasp until the little face caught the dim window’s light.
At least they weren’t late.
Eventually, the carriage slowed, and Fitz uttered a whole-hearted prayer of thanks. After prying the window down, he levered his shoulders out of the opening and tiredly called to the driver, “do send a guard for the prisoner. Tell them it’s on the King’s business. Mention me, too. They’ll all know what to do and who to gather.”
He withdrew his head back into the carriage, straightening his coat and sash and resting an elbow against the door with a sigh.
Soon he would be on the brig and this whole ordeal would be over. Patience, Fitz.

Bet you didn’t expect THIS, huh?

While the faun waited uneventfully, quite the opposite was happening for Aerie.

There were so many men in his cell.

His orange eyes were open wide, pupils slitted in alarm.
He’d just begun to fall asleep when soldiers had all swarmed into the room and cautiously surrounded him.
He’d pulled at the chains on his wrists, instinctively attempting to avoid the humans from getting behind him where he was more vulnerable, but to no avail.
They stayed firmly connected to the ground per usual.

He growled and spread his wings partway open, lifting them over his head defensively.
What were these men doing?
Where was Your Majesty?

The guards shouted at each other and pointed at Aerie and each other with their clawless talons.
Aerie growled at them, showing his teeth, but the men only gave him wary looks. He could smell their fear-scent, but they weren’t fleeing.
It was confusing.

They’d done something to his chains, and now he wasn’t confined to the middle of the floor. Infact, he was being herded out of his cell, down several corridors, and outside, where stood a strange metal box, and several other strange wooden boxes with horses in front of them.

Aerie alternated often between walking on all four limbs, and two. He hadn’t stood on his legs for.. how long has it been?
A long time.
He held his tail and wings out for balance and narrowed his eyes at the brightness.

It was so bright.
Too bright.

The grass under his feet was trampled and worn, but soft.
The sun—the SUN—was rising up from the earth, throwing colors Aerie hadn’t seen in years up across the sky.

His cell, he realized, was not filled with air that was fresh.
This air was fresh. Aerie could smell the scent of the plants around them, and the wind that carried smells from far away.

Aerie peered around cautiously, shocked by his sudden change of environment. He only moved when prodded forward by the guard’s pointy, long tools.

The world just seemed too big suddenly.
Aerie only came to his senses when he realized he was crawling up a ramp into the metal box.

Why was he walking into here when there was so much out there?
Aerie stoped right before he entered the box and lifted his wings as one did when stopping themselves from falling. He could sense the men around him tense.

When Aerie turned his head around to look where he wanted to go, away from the box, the men lifted their weapons and moved towards him.
The jab of sharp blades issued snarls from him and he found himself pulling away, moving forward, until he was forced into the box.

The soldiers quickly pushed two metal doors shut at the entrance of the box, and Aerie felt true alarm suddenly spark inside of him.
He didn’t want to be in another dark, enclose space. He didn’t want to be unable to leave.

He threw himself at the doors, and they buckled outward, but held.
The men had placed a heavy bar on the door, quick as can be, to hold it in place and prevent Aerie from breaking out.

There were two barred windows on either side of Aerie, in which sunlight streamed through, but it wasn’t enough.
He threw his shoulder at the doors again, though with less effort, and they still held.

Though Aerie scrabbled at the metal with his claws, scoring bright silver against the darker black, it was just as strong as his former prison.
He stopped.
If he couldn’t escape, why should he continue?

He could feel.. alot of emotions rising. Ones that felt unused.
They made his jaw ache.

So he roared his sadness, willing his lament through the metal ceiling and into the sky.

 

[Blue Raptor]

While the faun waited uneventfully, quite the opposite was happening for Aerie.

There were so many men in his cell.

His orange eyes were open wide, pupils slitted in alarm.
He’d just begun to fall asleep when soldiers had all swarmed into the room and cautiously surrounded him.
He’d pulled at the chains on his wrists, instinctively attempting to avoid the humans from getting behind him where he was more vulnerable, but to no avail.
They stayed firmly connected to the ground per usual.

He growled and spread his wings partway open, lifting them over his head defensively.
What were these men doing?
Where was Your Majesty?

The guards shouted at each other and pointed at Aerie and each other with their clawless talons.
Aerie growled at them, showing his teeth, but the men only gave him wary looks. He could smell their fear-scent, but they weren’t fleeing.
It was confusing.

They’d done something to his chains, and now he wasn’t confined to the middle of the floor. Infact, he was being herded out of his cell, down several corridors, and outside, where stood a strange metal box, and several other strange wooden boxes with horses in front of them.

Aerie alternated often between walking on all four limbs, and two. He hadn’t stood on his legs for.. how long has it been?
A long time.
He held his tail and wings out for balance and narrowed his eyes at the brightness.

It was so bright.
Too bright.

The grass under his feet was trampled and worn, but soft.
The sun—the SUN—was rising up from the earth, throwing colors Aerie hadn’t seen in years up across the sky.

His cell, he realized, was not filled with air that was fresh.
This air was fresh. Aerie could smell the scent of the plants around them, and the wind that carried smells from far away.

Aerie peered around cautiously, shocked by his sudden change of environment. He only moved when prodded forward by the guard’s pointy, long tools.

The world just seemed too big suddenly.
Aerie only came to his senses when he realized he was crawling up a ramp into the metal box.

Why was he walking into here when there was so much out there?
Aerie stoped right before he entered the box and lifted his wings as one did when stopping themselves from falling. He could sense the men around him tense.

When Aerie turned his head around to look where he wanted to go, away from the box, the men lifted their weapons and moved towards him.
The jab of sharp blades issued snarls from him and he found himself pulling away, moving forward, until he was forced into the box.

The soldiers quickly pushed two metal doors shut at the entrance of the box, and Aerie felt true alarm suddenly spark inside of him.
He didn’t want to be in another dark, enclose space. He didn’t want to be unable to leave.

He threw himself at the doors, and they buckled outward, but held.
The men had placed a heavy bar on the door, quick as can be, to hold it in place and prevent Aerie from breaking out.

There were two barred windows on either side of Aerie, in which sunlight streamed through, but it wasn’t enough.
He threw his shoulder at the doors again, though with less effort, and they still held.

Though Aerie scrabbled at the metal with his claws, scoring bright silver against the darker black, it was just as strong as his former prison.
He stopped.
If he couldn’t escape, why should he continue?

He could feel.. alot of emotions rising. Ones that felt unused.
They made his jaw ache.

So he roared his sadness, willing his lament through the metal ceiling and into the sky.

Holy flip. Aufh. That took ages. Why. I never write this much?

 

[RDchicken99]

While the faun waited uneventfully, quite the opposite was happening for Aerie.

There were so many men in his cell.

His orange eyes were open wide, pupils slitted in alarm.
He’d just begun to fall asleep when soldiers had all swarmed into the room and cautiously surrounded him.
He’d pulled at the chains on his wrists, instinctively attempting to avoid the humans from getting behind him where he was more vulnerable, but to no avail.
They stayed firmly connected to the ground per usual.

He growled and spread his wings partway open, lifting them over his head defensively.
What were these men doing?
Where was Your Majesty?

The guards shouted at each other and pointed at Aerie and each other with their clawless talons.
Aerie growled at them, showing his teeth, but the men only gave him wary looks. He could smell their fear-scent, but they weren’t fleeing.
It was confusing.

They’d done something to his chains, and now he wasn’t confined to the middle of the floor. Infact, he was being herded out of his cell, down several corridors, and outside, where stood a strange metal box, and several other strange wooden boxes with horses in front of them.

Aerie alternated often between walking on all four limbs, and two. He hadn’t stood on his legs for.. how long has it been?
A long time.
He held his tail and wings out for balance and narrowed his eyes at the brightness.

It was so bright.
Too bright.

The grass under his feet was trampled and worn, but soft.
The sun—the SUN—was rising up from the earth, throwing colors Aerie hadn’t seen in years up across the sky.

His cell, he realized, was not filled with air that was fresh.
This air was fresh. Aerie could smell the scent of the plants around them, and the wind that carried smells from far away.

Aerie peered around cautiously, shocked by his sudden change of environment. He only moved when prodded forward by the guard’s pointy, long tools.

The world just seemed too big suddenly.
Aerie only came to his senses when he realized he was crawling up a ramp into the metal box.

Why was he walking into here when there was so much out there?
Aerie stoped right before he entered the box and lifted his wings as one did when stopping themselves from falling. He could sense the men around him tense.

When Aerie turned his head around to look where he wanted to go, away from the box, the men lifted their weapons and moved towards him.
The jab of sharp blades issued snarls from him and he found himself pulling away, moving forward, until he was forced into the box.

The soldiers quickly pushed two metal doors shut at the entrance of the box, and Aerie felt true alarm suddenly spark inside of him.
He didn’t want to be in another dark, enclose space. He didn’t want to be unable to leave.

He threw himself at the doors, and they buckled outward, but held.
The men had placed a heavy bar on the door, quick as can be, to hold it in place and prevent Aerie from breaking out.

There were two barred windows on either side of Aerie, in which sunlight streamed through, but it wasn’t enough.
He threw his shoulder at the doors again, though with less effort, and they still held.

Though Aerie scrabbled at the metal with his claws, scoring bright silver against the darker black, it was just as strong as his former prison.
He stopped.
If he couldn’t escape, why should he continue?

He could feel.. alot of emotions rising. Ones that felt unused.
They made his jaw ache.

So he roared his sadness, willing his lament through the metal ceiling and into the sky.

YOOOOOO

 

[Blue Raptor]

YOOOOOO

I spent too long on this. Now bed.

 

[Blue Raptor]

I spent too long on this. Now bed.

Dude, RPing Aerie makes me do something different. Idk.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

While the faun waited uneventfully, quite the opposite was happening for Aerie.

There were so many men in his cell.

His orange eyes were open wide, pupils slitted in alarm.
He’d just begun to fall asleep when soldiers had all swarmed into the room and cautiously surrounded him.
He’d pulled at the chains on his wrists, instinctively attempting to avoid the humans from getting behind him where he was more vulnerable, but to no avail.
They stayed firmly connected to the ground per usual.

He growled and spread his wings partway open, lifting them over his head defensively.
What were these men doing?
Where was Your Majesty?

The guards shouted at each other and pointed at Aerie and each other with their clawless talons.
Aerie growled at them, showing his teeth, but the men only gave him wary looks. He could smell their fear-scent, but they weren’t fleeing.
It was confusing.

They’d done something to his chains, and now he wasn’t confined to the middle of the floor. Infact, he was being herded out of his cell, down several corridors, and outside, where stood a strange metal box, and several other strange wooden boxes with horses in front of them.

Aerie alternated often between walking on all four limbs, and two. He hadn’t stood on his legs for.. how long has it been?
A long time.
He held his tail and wings out for balance and narrowed his eyes at the brightness.

It was so bright.
Too bright.

The grass under his feet was trampled and worn, but soft.
The sun—the SUN—was rising up from the earth, throwing colors Aerie hadn’t seen in years up across the sky.

His cell, he realized, was not filled with air that was fresh.
This air was fresh. Aerie could smell the scent of the plants around them, and the wind that carried smells from far away.

Aerie peered around cautiously, shocked by his sudden change of environment. He only moved when prodded forward by the guard’s pointy, long tools.

The world just seemed too big suddenly.
Aerie only came to his senses when he realized he was crawling up a ramp into the metal box.

Why was he walking into here when there was so much out there?
Aerie stoped right before he entered the box and lifted his wings as one did when stopping themselves from falling. He could sense the men around him tense.

When Aerie turned his head around to look where he wanted to go, away from the box, the men lifted their weapons and moved towards him.
The jab of sharp blades issued snarls from him and he found himself pulling away, moving forward, until he was forced into the box.

The soldiers quickly pushed two metal doors shut at the entrance of the box, and Aerie felt true alarm suddenly spark inside of him.
He didn’t want to be in another dark, enclose space. He didn’t want to be unable to leave.

He threw himself at the doors, and they buckled outward, but held.
The men had placed a heavy bar on the door, quick as can be, to hold it in place and prevent Aerie from breaking out.

There were two barred windows on either side of Aerie, in which sunlight streamed through, but it wasn’t enough.
He threw his shoulder at the doors again, though with less effort, and they still held.

Though Aerie scrabbled at the metal with his claws, scoring bright silver against the darker black, it was just as strong as his former prison.
He stopped.
If he couldn’t escape, why should he continue?

He could feel.. alot of emotions rising. Ones that felt unused.
They made his jaw ache.

So he roared his sadness, willing his lament through the metal ceiling and into the sky.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

While the faun waited uneventfully, quite the opposite was happening for Aerie.

There were so many men in his cell.

His orange eyes were open wide, pupils slitted in alarm.
He’d just begun to fall asleep when soldiers had all swarmed into the room and cautiously surrounded him.
He’d pulled at the chains on his wrists, instinctively attempting to avoid the humans from getting behind him where he was more vulnerable, but to no avail.
They stayed firmly connected to the ground per usual.

He growled and spread his wings partway open, lifting them over his head defensively.
What were these men doing?
Where was Your Majesty?

The guards shouted at each other and pointed at Aerie and each other with their clawless talons.
Aerie growled at them, showing his teeth, but the men only gave him wary looks. He could smell their fear-scent, but they weren’t fleeing.
It was confusing.

They’d done something to his chains, and now he wasn’t confined to the middle of the floor. Infact, he was being herded out of his cell, down several corridors, and outside, where stood a strange metal box, and several other strange wooden boxes with horses in front of them.

Aerie alternated often between walking on all four limbs, and two. He hadn’t stood on his legs for.. how long has it been?
A long time.
He held his tail and wings out for balance and narrowed his eyes at the brightness.

It was so bright.
Too bright.

The grass under his feet was trampled and worn, but soft.
The sun—the SUN—was rising up from the earth, throwing colors Aerie hadn’t seen in years up across the sky.

His cell, he realized, was not filled with air that was fresh.
This air was fresh. Aerie could smell the scent of the plants around them, and the wind that carried smells from far away.

Aerie peered around cautiously, shocked by his sudden change of environment. He only moved when prodded forward by the guard’s pointy, long tools.

The world just seemed too big suddenly.
Aerie only came to his senses when he realized he was crawling up a ramp into the metal box.

Why was he walking into here when there was so much out there?
Aerie stoped right before he entered the box and lifted his wings as one did when stopping themselves from falling. He could sense the men around him tense.

When Aerie turned his head around to look where he wanted to go, away from the box, the men lifted their weapons and moved towards him.
The jab of sharp blades issued snarls from him and he found himself pulling away, moving forward, until he was forced into the box.

The soldiers quickly pushed two metal doors shut at the entrance of the box, and Aerie felt true alarm suddenly spark inside of him.
He didn’t want to be in another dark, enclose space. He didn’t want to be unable to leave.

He threw himself at the doors, and they buckled outward, but held.
The men had placed a heavy bar on the door, quick as can be, to hold it in place and prevent Aerie from breaking out.

There were two barred windows on either side of Aerie, in which sunlight streamed through, but it wasn’t enough.
He threw his shoulder at the doors again, though with less effort, and they still held.

Though Aerie scrabbled at the metal with his claws, scoring bright silver against the darker black, it was just as strong as his former prison.
He stopped.
If he couldn’t escape, why should he continue?

He could feel.. alot of emotions rising. Ones that felt unused.
They made his jaw ache.

So he roared his sadness, willing his lament through the metal ceiling and into the sky.

(@RDchicken99)

 

[RDchicken99]

(@RDchicken99)

(So sorry. I’m writing on it now.)

 

[RDchicken99]

While the faun waited uneventfully, quite the opposite was happening for Aerie.

There were so many men in his cell.

His orange eyes were open wide, pupils slitted in alarm.
He’d just begun to fall asleep when soldiers had all swarmed into the room and cautiously surrounded him.
He’d pulled at the chains on his wrists, instinctively attempting to avoid the humans from getting behind him where he was more vulnerable, but to no avail.
They stayed firmly connected to the ground per usual.

He growled and spread his wings partway open, lifting them over his head defensively.
What were these men doing?
Where was Your Majesty?

The guards shouted at each other and pointed at Aerie and each other with their clawless talons.
Aerie growled at them, showing his teeth, but the men only gave him wary looks. He could smell their fear-scent, but they weren’t fleeing.
It was confusing.

They’d done something to his chains, and now he wasn’t confined to the middle of the floor. Infact, he was being herded out of his cell, down several corridors, and outside, where stood a strange metal box, and several other strange wooden boxes with horses in front of them.

Aerie alternated often between walking on all four limbs, and two. He hadn’t stood on his legs for.. how long has it been?
A long time.
He held his tail and wings out for balance and narrowed his eyes at the brightness.

It was so bright.
Too bright.

The grass under his feet was trampled and worn, but soft.
The sun—the SUN—was rising up from the earth, throwing colors Aerie hadn’t seen in years up across the sky.

His cell, he realized, was not filled with air that was fresh.
This air was fresh. Aerie could smell the scent of the plants around them, and the wind that carried smells from far away.

Aerie peered around cautiously, shocked by his sudden change of environment. He only moved when prodded forward by the guard’s pointy, long tools.

The world just seemed too big suddenly.
Aerie only came to his senses when he realized he was crawling up a ramp into the metal box.

Why was he walking into here when there was so much out there?
Aerie stoped right before he entered the box and lifted his wings as one did when stopping themselves from falling. He could sense the men around him tense.

When Aerie turned his head around to look where he wanted to go, away from the box, the men lifted their weapons and moved towards him.
The jab of sharp blades issued snarls from him and he found himself pulling away, moving forward, until he was forced into the box.

The soldiers quickly pushed two metal doors shut at the entrance of the box, and Aerie felt true alarm suddenly spark inside of him.
He didn’t want to be in another dark, enclose space. He didn’t want to be unable to leave.

He threw himself at the doors, and they buckled outward, but held.
The men had placed a heavy bar on the door, quick as can be, to hold it in place and prevent Aerie from breaking out.

There were two barred windows on either side of Aerie, in which sunlight streamed through, but it wasn’t enough.
He threw his shoulder at the doors again, though with less effort, and they still held.

Though Aerie scrabbled at the metal with his claws, scoring bright silver against the darker black, it was just as strong as his former prison.
He stopped.
If he couldn’t escape, why should he continue?

He could feel.. alot of emotions rising. Ones that felt unused.
They made his jaw ache.

So he roared his sadness, willing his lament through the metal ceiling and into the sky.

“Good Lord, does he have to make such a racket?” Fitz spat to himself, pressing his ears close to his skull.
Raising a fist, he briskly rapped his knuckles on the carriage wall before him.
Get along now, driver. We’re wasting daylight.
With the clinking of tack and the short crack of the driver’s crop, the carriage— with the wyvern’s holding cell in tow— began its rolling way down to the port.

As the scenery outside the small paned window changed, so did the roads. From the coarse gravel —rather bumpy— to smooth sea-side country dirt— a welcome respite from rock— to the cobbled port side streets —horrific, Fitz was certain he was bruised black-and-blue. Eventually, they slowed and stopped.
Fitz fought open the carriage door and hopped out onto the cobblestone, pausing to breathe in the welcome seaside air.
The brig could be seen in its place at the docks. Fitz straightened his waistcoat and the tie in his hair, and after giving the driver a few brief instructions he started towards the harbor.
He would find the brig’s captain and several strong men to load his cargo onto the ship— and then they’d set sail and the whole affair would soon be done with.

@Blue Raptor
@Lacy Duckwing

 

[Blue Raptor]

“Good Lord, does he have to make such a racket?” Fitz spat to himself, pressing his ears close to his skull.
Raising a fist, he briskly rapped his knuckles on the carriage wall before him.
Get along now, driver. We’re wasting daylight.
With the clinking of tack and the short crack of the driver’s crop, the carriage— with the wyvern’s holding cell in tow— began its rolling way down to the port.

As the scenery outside the small paned window changed, so did the roads. From the coarse gravel —rather bumpy— to smooth sea-side country dirt— a welcome respite from rock— to the cobbled port side streets —horrific, Fitz was certain he was bruised black-and-blue. Eventually, they slowed and stopped.
Fitz fought open the carriage door and hopped out onto the cobblestone, pausing to breathe in the welcome seaside air.
The brig could be seen in its place at the docks. Fitz straightened his waistcoat and the tie in his hair, and after giving the driver a few brief instructions he started towards the harbor.
He would find the brig’s captain and several strong men to load his cargo onto the ship— and then they’d set sail and the whole affair would soon be done with.

@Blue Raptor
@Lacy Duckwing

Is there someone specific RPing the captain?