Wings of Fire ~The RP: The Three Continents

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_-Captain BRM-_ said:
"No. Thank you for coming, Deepstar. I expect a report regarding any news from the city in a week." Fae nodded towards the SeaWing as the guards pushed open the double doors.
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Deepstar bowed once more and then left. She found a guard she knew through her father who escorted her to a room she could stay in until the feast. “Thank you Moby, this is my first time in he palace and it’s quite strange.” She said with a smile. The guard gave her a small grin, his wrinkled old scales the color of dried seaweed on a beach. Deepstar pushed the doors open and stepped into her guest room. It was large and well planned out, with a big comfy bed in one corner and a pool sunken into the ground in the other. A large vanity mirror hung on the wall and several portraits of Koi were draped with a thin veil of cloth.
“Im an advisor?! How?! Don’t tell anyone?! Why would she tell me not to tell anyone?! Gaaah.” Her mind went on and on. She would have to pry the info out of Kalmar, he would know how to be the best advisor.
(Of course she doesn’t know he’s dead. He is dead right? Fae killed him?)
 
Blue Raptor said:
The black dragon nearly jumped out of her scales when she heard the voice behind her. She scrambled up and whirled around, yellow eyes wide.
“D- uh, I didn't!” She spluttered, not seeing the LeafWing for a moment in the tall grass before spotting his green scales.
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"Oh of COURSE you didn't." Cyprus said, slipping out of the grass and into the open. "I assume what we're supposed to believe actually happened was that you were just out taking a nice little stroll through the woods with the queen because you're SUCH good pals and all and she just rAnDomLy dropped dead at your feet while you were walking along. Right? RIGHT?!?" He shouted directly at her, suddenly losing his cool and becoming visibly angry.
 
Name: myrtle
Gender: female
Age: 14
Tribe: leafwing
Physical appearance: has a lot of brown on her wings, which fades to green on her back. She also is mostly brown towards her snout and eyes. Myrtle is tall for her age.
Personality: never backs down from a fight. Very hot tempered.
Backstory: two years ago, both her mother and grandmother died from sickness. She has cut herself off from the tribe ever since, and now lives in the outskirts of the poison jungle. She occasionally will craft knives in her spare time.
 
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Bakbuk said:
"Oh of COURSE you didn't." Cyprus said, slipping out of the grass and into the open. "I assume what we're supposed to believe actually happened was that you were just out taking a nice little stroll through the woods with the queen because you're SUCH good pals and all and she just rAnDomLy dropped dead at your feet while you were walking along. Right? RIGHT?!?" He shouted directly at her, suddenly losing his cool and becoming visibly angry.
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“Cut it out Cyprus .” A leafwing came out from the grasses.
 
Bakbuk said:
"And just who are you?!" Cyprus growled, whipping around, dagger drawn. "And how in the name of singing citrus do you even know what my name is?"
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Myrtle always carried a good, sharp knife, and quickly took it out of its woven rope case. “I’m myrtle . I have lived with your tribe. I would know your face if I saw it.” The leafwing hissed back.
 
shabby chic-hens said:
Myrtle always carried a good, sharp knife, and quickly took it out of its woven rope case. “I’m myrtle . I have lived with your tribe. I would know your face if I saw it.” The leafwing hissed back.
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"What do you want?" Cyprus asked, still completely having no idea who the heck this was or what her problem was. He decided to not beat around the bush.
 
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"What do you want?" Cyprus asked, still completely having no idea who the heck this was or what her problem was. He decided to not beat around the bush.
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“What I want is for you to quit making problems where there isn’t one ! Okay?” The annoyed dragon had never been very happy with the tribe she had been born into, and that dislike had greatly increased when her mother and grandmother died.
 
shabby chic-hens said:
“What I want is for you to quit making problems where there isn’t one ! Okay?” The annoyed dragon had never been very happy with the tribe she had been born into, and that dislike had greatly increased when her mother and grandmother died.
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"Are you serious?? You think I'M the one who just murdered our queen?!!"

His eyes narrowed. "You've got no business here kid, whoever you are. And if you don't know enough to stay out of matters that don't concern you, you'll end up getting yourself into ones that do. And you'll wish you hadn't."

He turned to go, but he whipped his head around to look back at Cicada just before he left.
"And you." He said, addressing her. "Don't you think for one minute that you won't see this blade again." He sheathed his dagger. "Because when you do, it will be red and dripping."

With that, two powerful flaps of his wings sent up in the air and across the grassland where he disappeared.
 

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