Wings of Fire ~The RP: The Three Continents

[Blue Raptor]

Cyprus, having noticed Flytrap's entourage leaving the Poison Jungle, had silently followed them out of curious interest all the way to the Wasp Hive and inside. He was currently leaning back in a little nook from which he could see and hear everything, but wasn't visible to the others in the room. It seemed he had a talent for finding such places.

The Leafwing's eyes widened in horror as he heard the news of Acacia's death. Then they slowly narrowed down into amber slits. That Hivewing was going to pay for this. They all were. Big time. The green dragon fingered his dagger restlessly.

Flytrap and Pollen sat down, and the HiveWing queen seemed to shake out of her stupor for a moment. “What all happened while Cicada was in the Poison Jungle?” She asked faintly, watching the new LeafWing queen with sad, worried eyes. Flytrap set her face into a hard expression, not willing to show any emotion. “Your dragonet showed up alarmingly close to the Leaf Kingdom two days ago.” She began, “We caught her before she could get there, obviously, and my m- Queen Acacia talked to her or something, I wasn’t there, but told her off I bet.” Flytrap barred her teeth. “She’s no ‘little dragonet’, she convinced my- Acacia to fly her to the HiveWing kingdom alone and killed her on the way there.”
Flytrap hit her talon hard on the dark wood table, causing Pollen to jump. “I won’t settle for anything less than an execution.”

Pollen swallowed hard. “F- Flytrap, no, I can’t. She’s my dragonet..” The LeafWing growled, closing her eyes. She sat for a moment, before snapping her maroon-colored eyes back open and glaring with a hard expression. “She killed my mom!” Flytrap roared. “We searched all night and all day today, and we found her dead halfway back home. No marks. Only a trained killer would be able to accomplish such a thing!”
Pollen shook her head. “I- I can’t believe it. I literally can’t. How could this be possible?” Flytrap snarled. “There’s no other explanation Pollen. You need to get over yourself and accept the truth. Your daughter is not who you think she is.”

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Flytrap and Pollen sat down, and the HiveWing queen seemed to shake out of her stupor for a moment. “What all happened while Cicada was in the Poison Jungle?” She asked faintly, watching the new LeafWing queen with sad, worried eyes. Flytrap set her face into a hard expression, not willing to show any emotion. “Your dragonet showed up alarmingly close to the Leaf Kingdom two days ago.” She began, “We caught her before she could get there, obviously, and my m- Queen Acacia talked to her or something, I wasn’t there, but told her off I bet.” Flytrap barred her teeth. “She’s no ‘little dragonet’, she convinced my- Acacia to fly her to the HiveWing kingdom alone and killed her on the way there.”
Flytrap hit her talon hard on the dark wood table, causing Pollen to jump. “I won’t settle for anything less than an execution.”

Pollen swallowed hard. “F- Flytrap, no, I can’t. She’s my dragonet..” The LeafWing growled, closing her eyes. She sat for a moment, before snapping her maroon-colored eyes back open and glaring with a hard expression. “She killed my mom!” Flytrap roared. “We searched all night and all day today, and we found her dead halfway back home. No marks. Only a trained killer would be able to accomplish such a thing!”
Pollen shook her head. “I- I can’t believe it. I literally can’t. How could this be possible?” Flytrap snarled. “There’s no other explanation Pollen. You need to get over yourself and accept the truth. Your daughter is not who you think she is.”

(Chill dudette! Your mom was old. There was no killer!)

 

[Blue Raptor]

(Chill dudette! Your mom was old. There was no killer!)

I know, but she doesn’t. You have to let your characters be wrong sometimes. She’s just overreacting because she really loved Acacia.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Cicada stared at her black curved claws, her mind numb from shock.
Why in the three moons was Flytrap accusing her of killing Queen Acacia?
Her claws dug small furrows in the treestuff floor. How was she going to get out of this? Queen Pollen surely wouldn’t let Cicada get killed. She could convince Flytrap that her daughter wasn’t a killer; that the idea of her killing Acacia was inane.
She glanced up at one of her guards just as he looked away quickly, pretending he hadn’t been watching her. No one really thought she had killed Acaca.. right? *No, that’s ridiculous.* Cicada thought firmly. *They’re here to protect me if anything.* The other guard was watching the LeafWing convoy with wary eyes as several of the dragons glared unwaveringly at her.
She felt sick.
No one had ever gotten this mad at her, and angry LeafWing gazes on her made Cicada feel like this all was just a really, really bad dream.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Ender handed the SandWing vendor a few coins, and the light brown colored dragon handed the purchased wares over to the NightWing with a grunt. He didn’t care much about the purchase, but the black dragon at his stall filled his mind with newly conjured questions about where Ender had come from and why he was buying things from the SandWings.
Ender took a breath, and tried to fold the questions into the rest of the noise and clamoring thoughts from the dragons in the town; which he sent to the humming background noise of the world he often ignored. The mindreading NightWing was fully accustomed to the buzz and noise of large cities, the murmurs and whispers of small villages, and the relaxing sound of nature when he was alone. He’d seen it all.
Ender tugged on the strap of his pack as he adjusted in on his back. It carried all of his life belongings, as he had no one place to return to to call home. The expansive continent of Pyrrhia was enough of a home for the traveler.

The dark brown-eyed NightWing walked to the edge of town, where it was a lot quieter, before pulling on the bracers he’d bought and tying them firmly to his wrists and ankles. He grimaced as he remembered breaking his right arm- what, once? Twice now? He was sure he’d sprained all of his talons at least once each, so hopefully these would help.
He flexed his wrists, testing the straps across his palms. They felt firm, which was good. Ender pulled the pack off his back and reached for the map inside one of the pouches. He’d studied the map several times already, and had flown to Pantala before, stopping at the checkpoints in between, but he’d never been to the Poison Jungle. No dragon he’d ever met had been there either, so he didn’t know what to expect.

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Ender handed the SandWing vendor a few coins, and the light brown colored dragon handed the purchased wares over to the NightWing with a grunt. He didn’t care much about the purchase, but the black dragon at his stall filled his mind with newly conjured questions about where Ender had come from and why he was buying things from the SandWings.
Ender took a breath, and tried to fold the questions into the rest of the noise and clamoring thoughts from the dragons in the town; which he sent to the humming background noise of the world he often ignored. The mindreading NightWing was fully accustomed to the buzz and noise of large cities, the murmurs and whispers of small villages, and the relaxing sound of nature when he was alone. He’d seen it all.
Ender tugged on the strap of his pack as he adjusted in on his back. It carried all of his life belongings, as he had no one place to return to to call home. The expansive continent of Pyrrhia was enough of a home for the traveler.

The dark brown-eyed NightWing walked to the edge of town, where it was a lot quieter, before pulling on the bracers he’d bought and tying them firmly to his wrists and ankles. He grimaced as he remembered breaking his right arm- what, once? Twice now? He was sure he’d sprained all of his talons at least once each, so hopefully these would help.
He flexed his wrists, testing the straps across his palms. They felt firm, which was good. Ender pulled the pack off his back and reached for the map inside one of the pouches. He’d studied the map several times already, and had flown to Pantala before, stopping at the checkpoints in between, but he’d never been to the Poison Jungle. No dragon he’d ever met had been there either, so he didn’t know what to expect.

Is he planning on going there?


Deepstar was helping the other Seawings clean up the kingdom bit by bit when she was confronted by a palace guard. Apparently the new Queen was selecting new advisers and helpers and for some reason she was on the list of dragons she wanted to see. “Me?! Why?! I’m a hybrid….. why would she want to see me?!” Her mind sent panicky questions swirling through her as she followed the guard to the palace.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Is he planning on going there?

Yup. That was the plan before a whole bunch of crazy happened.

Deepstar was helping the other Seawings clean up the kingdom bit by bit when she was confronted by a palace guard. Apparently the new Queen was selecting new advisers and helpers and for some reason she was on the list of dragons she wanted to see. “Me?! Why?! I’m a hybrid….. why would she want to see me?!” Her mind sent panicky questions swirling through her as she followed the guard to the palace.

@Barred Rock Mama ?

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

"That-" Fae bit her tongue, "ahh, did not go as planned. You used magic."
"I used magic." Leif echoed with a grin, staring up cockily at his sister.
"So you can help useless strangers, but you can't help me."
"Right-o."
Fae clenched her jaw, then took a steadying breath. "Trying to erase previous deeds." She mused. "It doesn't work like that. You've done far too much to the IceWings to now go back and try to win them over again."
"Not win them over," Leif muttered. "I did the right thing."
Fay scoffed. "I am meeting with one of my newly elected advisors in a moment. Actually, she should be here by now." Fae clicked her tongue. "You are welcome to stay. But- gosh, try to act... normal."
Leif saluted.
"Get up."
Fae pocked him rather savagely and Leif laughed, slowly rising to his feet. The extravagant throne room seemed almost as foreboding as Fae, with its imposing throne, and smaller thrones for others in royal positions. Leif rolled his eyes.

 

[Bakbuk]

Flytrap and Pollen sat down, and the HiveWing queen seemed to shake out of her stupor for a moment. “What all happened while Cicada was in the Poison Jungle?” She asked faintly, watching the new LeafWing queen with sad, worried eyes. Flytrap set her face into a hard expression, not willing to show any emotion. “Your dragonet showed up alarmingly close to the Leaf Kingdom two days ago.” She began, “We caught her before she could get there, obviously, and my m- Queen Acacia talked to her or something, I wasn’t there, but told her off I bet.” Flytrap barred her teeth. “She’s no ‘little dragonet’, she convinced my- Acacia to fly her to the HiveWing kingdom alone and killed her on the way there.”
Flytrap hit her talon hard on the dark wood table, causing Pollen to jump. “I won’t settle for anything less than an execution.”

Pollen swallowed hard. “F- Flytrap, no, I can’t. She’s my dragonet..” The LeafWing growled, closing her eyes. She sat for a moment, before snapping her maroon-colored eyes back open and glaring with a hard expression. “She killed my mom!” Flytrap roared. “We searched all night and all day today, and we found her dead halfway back home. No marks. Only a trained killer would be able to accomplish such a thing!”
Pollen shook her head. “I- I can’t believe it. I literally can’t. How could this be possible?” Flytrap snarled. “There’s no other explanation Pollen. You need to get over yourself and accept the truth. Your daughter is not who you think she is.”

Cicada stared at her black curved claws, her mind numb from shock.
Why in the three moons was Flytrap accusing her of killing Queen Acacia?
Her claws dug small furrows in the treestuff floor. How was she going to get out of this? Queen Pollen surely wouldn’t let Cicada get killed. She could convince Flytrap that her daughter wasn’t a killer; that the idea of her killing Acacia was inane.
She glanced up at one of her guards just as he looked away quickly, pretending he hadn’t been watching her. No one really thought she had killed Acacia.. right? *No, that’s ridiculous.* Cicada thought firmly. *They’re here to protect me if anything.* The other guard was watching the LeafWing convoy with wary eyes as several of the dragons glared unwaveringly at her.
She felt sick.
No one had ever gotten this mad at her, and angry LeafWing gazes on her made Cicada feel like this all was just a really, really bad dream.

Cyprus was still fuming from his hidden vantage point. It was all so pointless. So wrong. But what else could one expect from a Hivewing? "They start them young, I guess." He thought bitterly. "Younger than I thought."
Flytrap's words started echoing through his mind as he tried to remember exactly how Queen Acacia had been killed. Then it dawned on him. No marks. "No marks, huh?" He wondered to himself, the logical part of his brain starting to take back control again and kicking into high gear. "So she couldn't have used any sort of weapon... They found the whole body, which rules out some things.... And I know the grub definitely isn't strong enough to strangle a Leafwing of that size, at least by herself..."
Something wasn't making sense. But Cyprus was having trouble figuring out what.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Cyprus was still fuming from his hidden vantage point. It was all so pointless. So wrong. But what else could one expect from a Hivewing? "They start them young, I guess." He thought bitterly. "Younger than I thought."
Flytrap's words started echoing through his mind as he tried to remember exactly how Queen Acacia had been killed. Then it dawned on him. No marks. "No marks, huh?" He wondered to himself, the logical part of his brain starting to take back control again and kicking into high gear. "So she couldn't have used any sort of weapon... They found the whole body, which rules out some things.... And I know the grub definitely isn't strong enough to strangle a Leafwing of that size, at least by herself..."
Something wasn't making sense. But Cyprus was having trouble figuring out what.

“So what are you asking me to do Flytrap?” Pollen said bitterly. “I will NOT execute my own dragonet.” The LeafWing queen took in a deep breath through her nose. “Then what.” She said coldly. “What are you willing to do? Keeping in mind the fact that your little ‘princess’ snuck out, snuck into the Leaf Kingdom, lured our queen out by acting all innocent and stuff, and literally MURDERED HER.”
The HiveWing queen sighed, struggling for words. “Well.. I don’t know.” She said quietly, “I suppose we could lock her in the prison..” she grimaced, obviously struggling with the idea of imprisoning her own dragonet.
Flytrap frowned. “No. That’s not good enough. Who’s to say you won’t just let her right out? Your word is meaningless to me, HiveWing. If you wont settle for death, then you’d better agree with me on this choice. I have an idea..”