Wings of Fire ~The RP: The Three Continents

It was a perfect day in the highlands of northern Parsaelia. There was hardly a cloud in the sky, the air was clear and fresh, and the mountain peaks brightly reflected the direct sunlight from above. A single raven soared between the peaks, the only thing moving in the utter stillness of the rest of the landscape.

Suddenly the bird was blasted with a bolt of lightning that seemingly came out of nowhere! But before it could even fall two feet through the air, an electric blue streak whizzed by and a decisive *chomp* was heard. Then, as soon as the stillness was disrupted, it resumed. Once more, nothing stirred across the scene.

Except for a single black feather, softly floating down towards the earth.
 
"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.
(Myrtle never shows up 😉)

Cicada shrunk back, scared that the LeafWing might try to hurt her. He was obviously angry, and believed Queen Flytrap’s accusation.
“No! That’s not what happened!” She cried, wincing away from him as his bright yellowish-amber eyes bored into hers.
“I didn’t even know she’d died! She brought me to the edge of the jungle and left, I don’t know what happened to her, I promise!”
 
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.
Accepted.
Myrtle had been flying from her home in the savanna, to the Leafwing palace . She had heard that the queen had died. She had also heard that Princess Cicada had killed her. She arrived at her destination , took her knife out of it’s woven rope bag, and went inside.
Flytrap blew out a quick breath and went inside the queen’s chambers. Her breath hitched when she stepped inside.
It somehow felt.. empty. She’d been in here just a few days ago talking with her mom. They’d joked, and both laughed. Snickered about how the guards stiffened around royalty, and grinned when they’d heard that each other’s lives were going well.
Flytrap knew that Acacia hadn’t had much longer to live, but somehow it had just never sunk in that she’d actually DIE one day. Like actually not be here anymore. For some reason, a tiny little voice was always whispering to herself, “She’ll always be around. She’ll always be there when I need her.”
Flytrap never really snagged into the idea that she’d be queen one day. That was her mom’s title, Acacia was queen. She promised herself years and years ago that she’d never challenge the throne.

But now SHE was queen. A title that just didn’t feel quite right when given to her.
 
Accepted.

Flytrap blew out a quick breath and went inside the queen’s chambers. Her breath hitched when she stepped inside.
It somehow felt.. empty. She’d been in here just a few days ago talking with her mom. They’d joked, and both laughed. Snickered about how the guards stiffened around royalty, and grinned when they’d heard that each other’s lives were going well.
Flytrap knew that Acacia hadn’t had much longer to live, but somehow it had just never sunk in that she’d actually DIE one day. Like actually not be here anymore. For some reason, a tiny little voice was always whispering to herself, “She’ll always be around. She’ll always be there when I need her.”
Flytrap never really snagged into the idea that she’d be queen one day. That was her mom’s title, Acacia was queen. She promised herself years and years ago that she’d never challenge the throne.

But now SHE was queen. A title that just didn’t feel quite right when given to her.
Myrtle had been given permission by the guards to go into the queens chamber, where she would find Flytrap. She went in, and saw the new queen. “Flytrap, stop this nonsense right now.”
 
Cicada shrunk back, scared that the LeafWing might try to hurt her. He was obviously angry, and believed Queen Flytrap’s accusation.
“No! That’s not what happened!” She cried, wincing away from him as his bright yellowish-amber eyes bored into hers.
“I didn’t even know she’d died! She brought me to the edge of the jungle and left, I don’t know what happened to her, I promise!”
The Leafwing's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned her words over in his mind.
"You're gonna have to do a lot better than that to convince me." He snarled challengingly, still angered but now a little less so.
 
Myrtle had been given permission by the guards to go into the queens chamber, where she would find Flytrap. She went in, and saw the new queen. “Flytrap, stop this nonsense right now.”
Flytrap jumped slightly, startled, and whirled around. “Who the heck are you?” She snapped quickly, upset at being snuck up on mid-thought.
 
The Leafwing's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned her words over in his mind.
"You're gonna have to do a lot better than that to convince me." He snarled challengingly, still angered but now a little less so.
“Okay, um-“ Cicada fumbled, glancing around as her mind raced to put words to speech.
“I went into the jungle cause I wanted to see the LeafWings. It was on impulse, stupid, I know.” She said, turning her eyes away and flattening her ears.
“I barely got in before I got caught by a sundew. Fortunately for me, some LeafWing saw me and- helped me..” Her eyes studied Cyprus before suddenly brightening.
“Oh my gosh, you’re that dragon!” She cried.
 

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