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Of Dragons and Riders Private Rp w/ Mikaa
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Of Dragons and Riders Private Rp w/ MikaaTitle: Dragon-Form
Name: Bummer
Class: Tidal
Species: Shellfire
Age: around 30
Gender: Female
Looks: A big Shellfire of carmesine colour, with grey horns and brown eyes
Length: around 170 ft
Wingspan: -
Weight: unknown
Fire power: Cannonball-sized plasma charges
Character: A calm Shellfire that likes dragons and humans alike, especially young ones. However, she can be very defensive and territorial, if it comes to intruders or other big tidal-class dragons (especially submarippers)
Squeaking, Needle rolled a little around from the gust, being quite the lightweight. He quickly stood up, puffing his chest out and cleaning his scales as if the incident had never happened.
[And the Oscar goes to Needle Alphasson, best actor in "Gone with the Wind" :'D]
“You ready to go then?” Oakley said as she finished her fruit, Whisp quickly placed her paw on Needle’s tail and blew a quick puff at him. She looked at Oak who was excited to get going, smiling at Needle she blew a long breath of wind letting his tail go, she chuckled.
"Good luck! I Trust in you not to get eaten.", Skittish said, while waveing Goodbye. "See you around."
Thorax, who had stuck his head into One of the Windows, bellowed a Good-bye as well.
Needle chirped contently, head-butting the Nightfury's paw lightly, before going back to Skittish.
[Time to head into Adventure!]
He checked his bagback one last time, before he Made his Way to the docks. His sister was already busy with loading bags and trinkets onto Thorax's saddle, while the old Dragon was napping a little.
"Make sure to Take extra care when you Fly around, we don't know where those ships went. I'd hate having to save you from a bunch of dragon-killers.", Beat requested.
"And I'd hate it having to save you from a girl.", was the snarky answer, which Made the young man Roll his eyes.
"Just be careful. I'm positive that Oakley And I will bring some light into the matter. For the dragons."
[Plan? Check. Firehoney-pouch? Check. Skit's list of special islands? Check. What could go wrong?]
"You'll stay with your squad, Stripes. Remember that I need two patrols, and your mother insists on you learning more about Lead-Sting-Responsebilities.", she reminded.
The small Speedstinger looked confused, but walked away with a disappointed chirp anyway.
"I'm off volks... Good luck.", Skittish stated and Thorax started into the air with a mighty roar.
"Take care of yourselves!", Beat called after them. He checked his bagpack one last time, before turning around with a smile.
"I'm ready as well!"
During the flight, it took him some time to get over his shyness, and after half a day worth of flight, they reached a giant wall of fog, already visible from far away...
From far away, the edges of the Darkyard-Sanctuary were only visible as a huge wall of fog. With the dark clouds up in the sky, the scenery unfolding before the approaching visitor's eye might be considered more than just eerie: Traveling through the dense veil was more like entering a new dimension, with weird sharp shadows and strange noises everywhere.
If the visitor dared to come closer, most of the shadows revealed to be sharp black spikes, made out of stone. If the visitor was unlucky however, some of them might move away behind them, when passed by…
From here are two ways to go: Left, where a tall tower-like mountain points into the sky. Or right, away from the spikes and towards another bunch of islands.
Beat pointed towards the tower-like thing. "This is what we call 'The Watch'. There are many dragons in there we know, a few we even took care of. If you land there, I quickly check on them... Whisp should rest a bit, since the other islands are quite some distance away.", he called against the fog.
He looked down to search for tracks that could be unusual, but gladly he couldn't find anything.
As if on cue, two blindingly bright beams shoot into the air, not too far away from the place they stood, followed by bellowing roars.
Clanking sounds followed and with impatient huffs, two dragonic shadows neared from both sides of the mountain.
Just like the black-haired had predicted, the two Armorwings came closer and closer, eyeing the group cautiously.
Beat stepped carefully towards the two approaching dragons, trying to recognize them.
When they got close enough, he started to smile.
"Lance-a-lot?° Sir B-Iron?° Is that you?", he asked, making the dragons stop. The closer one, an Armorwing with very spikey ironparts, gave a metallic bark of recognition, trotting over to the boy. The other one, bigger but less spikier than the other, squinted his eyes at the newcomers, filling the space between them and the young man. With back to his collegue and Beat, it glared at the nightfury and her rider.
[Sir B-Iron tries to cut the way between Team Oakley and Beat :'D Also I'm making a list full of hillarious names Beat gave the Armorwings around Darkyard]
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°How to pronounce:
<Laensahlawt>
<Baihron>
(I'm sorry, if it looks weird :'D)
Whisp did a friendly chirped as she waved her tail in a friendly way as well, “It’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Oak said in a soft tone. Whisp jumped around Oak and smiled at bigger armoredwing. She let out a talkive roar.
"It's ok B-Iron, they've come with me... We wanted to check on you.", he explained, moving between the dragon and his companions.
This seemed to convince the Armorwing, he started to flap his wings and made his way back to the mountain.
The other one, Lance-a-lot, now noticed the nightfury as well, scooting closer to examine it. When it felt safe enough, it started to prance a little, showing off her spikes in some sort of boasting manner.
Beat cleared his throat. "She's a bit of a ... poser.", he excused her.
[Lance-a-lot is a young, female Armorwing, that tends to meld her metal-armor into lance-like spikes. That's why he gave her that name :'D Sir B-Iron is her father.]
"I want to Check on the Watch... But I'm actually not allowed to Take you there, for safety reasons... both you and the dragons that live here.", he started to explain, visibly torn.
Lance-a, who had decided that she looks way more dangerous than the nightfury, sensed the human boi's Trouble and let out a questioning, metallic purr.
(Unknown to Oak, but remember what Skit told him :D)