Wings of Fire ~The RP: The Three Continents

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Deepstar almost lost it, she wanted to rake her claws along his ugly face, maybe she’d wipe the smirk off. But then she’d really be banished, hybrid or not.
But now that he’d mentioned it, he was starting to look more and more like the dragon Parrotfish and Hammerhead had described to her. The leader of the attack…
The animus.
It couldn’t be. Why would he be here again? If it even was him.
“Exactly who are you? Do you know who led the attack? And why?” She asked, trying hard to sound calm and unworried but still leaving a hint of anger.

Leif sighed heavily. "Huh." He grunted, his body still limp against throne, his legs and neck hooked over the arm rests as he lay lopsided. He was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat. "I'm, uh, I'm..."
He could feel Fae silently and absolutely LOOSING he ever loving mind. All they'd have to do it kill this dragon if it got out of hand.
Easy.

Leif removed his arm from across his face, squinting at Deepstar. "My name is L-" he chocked on his own tounge, sitting up abruptly to cough.
Fae looked away quickly as Leif gagged and retched, vomit splattering the floor.
"Oh- good heavens," the Prince groaned, panting at tiny coughs racked his shoulders. "Oh, good heavens," he repeated quickly through a sharp exhale.
"Three moons, Lyx," Fae exclaimed, giving her brother a worried look, "are you quite alright?"
"L-" A tremor shook through the IceWing's body and he half gagged again, waiting just a moment, then slowly lifting his head to give Fae a questioning, dangerous look.
Fae cocked her head with mock disgust, then smiled gently at the Prince and turned back to Deepstar. "I apologize! It seems my friend here has eaten too many-"
Leif gripped the sides of the throne, panting, stuttering slightly. "L,l,l,l,l,l..." He tried. "L-" he clamped a talon quickly over his mouth.
Fae groaned. "Stop. Just stop, okay?"
The Prince nodded, slouching back with a worried, yet dangerous look.
"I'm sorry." Fae apologized, turning back to Deepstar yet again. "He jests, of course. He was not with the attacking IceWings." She cleared her throat, rolling her shoulders slightly. "So, tell me more about yourself. Your occupation, perhaps?"

 

[Blue Raptor]

Cicada could barely breath. Her heart seemed to catch in her throat, and hardly any oxygen seemed to make it though to her lungs. Tears stung her eyes and blinded her, but she wasn’t quite crying. She couldn’t find even think about crying. She couldn’t think at all. Her mind was numb, not registering the slowly lowering sun or the several miles she flew before her wings gave out.
She allowed her wings to, weirdly, just stop working a couple feet over the ground as she collapsed with a thump. She stumbled a bit, but didn’t bother attempting to stand as she flopped onto the ground, the tall grasses rising above her head.
She let herself go limp then suddenly, and the horrible suddenness of what what going to happen to her came washing over her conscience in a sudden wave as the tears came and sobs began racking her body.


Blorf. Ooof. Ugh.

Cicada lay silently among the tall savanna grass, the light of dusk quickly diminishing. Her head was propped up on her crossed talon while she stared with bleary eyes at the swaying grasses, trying to organize her thought process.
Should she try to go back? She lifted her wings a little before dropping them back down; they were already sore from flying so long. She wouldn’t be able to make it back before nightfall. She wasn’t ALLOWED to make it back after that.
Just that thought made her insides burn. She blinked back pinpricks of tears at the corners of her eyes, refusing to cry again.
Where could she go then? The Hives covered the whole Southern half of Pantala, like the LeafWing would ever let her in the jungle, and the either of them would surely get a report from Queen Hawkmoth if she tried to hide out in the Silk Kingdom. Would she really have to go to the Distant Kingdoms? She hadn’t seen many of those dragons, or even knew if they were friendly.
She’d seen the SandWing and IceWing queens, Fennec and Owl. They both seemed.. okay. Queen Owl was probably a little nicer, but they both looked dangerous.
She hated the thought that she had to figure out where she’d be most welcome, but she couldn’t deny that she’d thought of it before.
“Guess the Sand Kingdom is the most similar to the savanna.” She mumbled to herself, tracing a map on Pyrrhia in the now-cold dirt with one claw as she propped her head with her other talon.
She wished she could live in the Silk Kingdom. She gazed Northwest longingly. Queen Hawkmoth was blind, but it did nothing to diminish her sweetness towards other dragons, even HiveWings. Cicada liked her.
“I hate this.” She groaned, laying her head on the ground and covering her eyes with her talons.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Leif sighed heavily. "Huh." He grunted, his body still limp against throne, his legs and neck hooked over the arm rests as he lay lopsided. He was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat. "I'm, uh, I'm..."
He could feel Fae silently and absolutely LOOSING he ever loving mind. All they'd have to do it kill this dragon if it got out of hand.
Easy.

Leif removed his arm from across his face, squinting at Deepstar. "My name is L-" he chocked on his own tounge, sitting up abruptly to cough.
Fae looked away quickly as Leif gagged and retched, vomit splattering the floor.
"Oh- good heavens," the Prince groaned, panting at tiny coughs racked his shoulders. "Oh, good heavens," he repeated quickly through a sharp exhale.
"Three moons, Lyx," Fae exclaimed, giving her brother a worried look, "are you quite alright?"
"L-" A tremor shook through the IceWing's body and he half gagged again, waiting just a moment, then slowly lifting his head to give Fae a questioning, dangerous look.
Fae cocked her head with mock disgust, then smiled gently at the Prince and turned back to Deepstar. "I apologize! It seems my friend here has eaten too many-"
Leif gripped the sides of the throne, panting, stuttering slightly. "L,l,l,l,l,l..." He tried. "L-" he clamped a talon quickly over his mouth.
Fae groaned. "Stop. Just stop, okay?"
The Prince nodded, slouching back with a worried, yet dangerous look.
"I'm sorry." Fae apologized, turning back to Deepstar yet again. "He jests, of course. He was not with the attacking IceWings." She cleared her throat, rolling her shoulders slightly. "So, tell me more about yourself. Your occupation, perhaps?"

Leif is a slime that turned into an ice cube who was taught to speak by an eleven-year-old and just so happens to have found a magic wand that he ate and can now harness the powers of.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Leif is a slime that turned into an ice cube who was taught to speak by an eleven-year-old and just so happens to have found a magic wand that he ate and can now harness the powers of.

 

[Blue Raptor]

That pretty much sums the guy up.
Oh, also Loki.
Goodnight.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

That pretty much sums the guy up.
Oh, also Loki.
Goodnight.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

(Night, Matty.)

 

[Blue Raptor]

(Night, Matty.)

Ty

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Night!

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Leif sighed heavily. "Huh." He grunted, his body still limp against throne, his legs and neck hooked over the arm rests as he lay lopsided. He was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat. "I'm, uh, I'm..."
He could feel Fae silently and absolutely LOOSING he ever loving mind. All they'd have to do it kill this dragon if it got out of hand.
Easy.

Leif removed his arm from across his face, squinting at Deepstar. "My name is L-" he chocked on his own tounge, sitting up abruptly to cough.
Fae looked away quickly as Leif gagged and retched, vomit splattering the floor.
"Oh- good heavens," the Prince groaned, panting at tiny coughs racked his shoulders. "Oh, good heavens," he repeated quickly through a sharp exhale.
"Three moons, Lyx," Fae exclaimed, giving her brother a worried look, "are you quite alright?"
"L-" A tremor shook through the IceWing's body and he half gagged again, waiting just a moment, then slowly lifting his head to give Fae a questioning, dangerous look.
Fae cocked her head with mock disgust, then smiled gently at the Prince and turned back to Deepstar. "I apologize! It seems my friend here has eaten too many-"
Leif gripped the sides of the throne, panting, stuttering slightly. "L,l,l,l,l,l..." He tried. "L-" he clamped a talon quickly over his mouth.
Fae groaned. "Stop. Just stop, okay?"
The Prince nodded, slouching back with a worried, yet dangerous look.
"I'm sorry." Fae apologized, turning back to Deepstar yet again. "He jests, of course. He was not with the attacking IceWings." She cleared her throat, rolling her shoulders slightly. "So, tell me more about yourself. Your occupation, perhaps?"

Night!

(Dude, how dare you respond to her and not Fae? My gosh, the AUWUH-DAH-SIH-TEA.)