WindWing101
Hunter/Fighter
I ate your pet. They were delicious.
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Post by WindWing101 on Aug 15, 2015 2:35:34 GMT
Ersius landed, nodding at Bryce's comment. "He makes a valid point, Fire Starter."
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Post by Starkat on Aug 15, 2015 2:37:40 GMT
"He's not with the humans. And who else were we going to take? Catrain has to guard the camp. That leaves the mothers and Rowan." Fire Starter said, annoyance edging in her voice.
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WindWing101
Hunter/Fighter
I ate your pet. They were delicious.
Posts: 98
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Post by WindWing101 on Aug 15, 2015 2:43:24 GMT
"Then where is he? So close to here, it's dangerous!" she hissed. "He should know better."
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Post by Starkat on Aug 15, 2015 2:45:58 GMT
Fire Starter was quickly getting agitated.. "I don't' know what he was doing. All I can confirm is that he is around here somewhere. Now all of you start looking!" She instructed. She walked towards a set of bushes where his scent seemed to leading.
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WindWing101
Hunter/Fighter
I ate your pet. They were delicious.
Posts: 98
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Post by WindWing101 on Aug 15, 2015 2:47:34 GMT
Ersius started scrambling around the foliage. She debated whether or not to call out Brin's name.
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WindWing101
Hunter/Fighter
I ate your pet. They were delicious.
Posts: 98
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Post by WindWing101 on Aug 15, 2015 2:54:01 GMT
(I have to go))
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Post by Starkat on Aug 15, 2015 2:55:01 GMT
Fire Starter continued through the bushes and there she found an old human home. It wasn't totally broken apart. The room seemed intact and 3/4 walls were also fine. Though, the front wall was mostly constructed of a door frame stone ruble. Moss clung to the sides of the large house and clearing that seems to have once been a small field lay untouched by everything but weeds. A small shed sat on the opposite side of the field, and it seemed more stable than the large one in front of her. She considering going back to get the others, but these houses weren't uncommon, so she continued forward. Brin's scent clung to the walls of the large one, but upon closer inspection, he wasn't there. Fire hissed a curse. "This doesn't make sense, his scent ends right here, but there is no stairway down or up!" She thought out loud.
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Post by Starkat on Aug 15, 2015 2:55:42 GMT
Okay see ya!)
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Post by HollyHawk on Aug 15, 2015 3:07:59 GMT
(( Shit sorry! I made pop corn and got distracted, and my family is coming soon. plus I'm too tired for good rp... see you tomorrow!))
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Post by Starkat on Aug 15, 2015 3:13:23 GMT
See you!)
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Post by Starkat on Aug 15, 2015 3:13:34 GMT
It's been fun!)
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Post by HollyHawk on Aug 21, 2015 19:05:52 GMT
Bryce flew after Fire and stood behind her as she inspected the house. It must have been a grand thing once, for an air of solemnity at it's downfall tinged the air. "He was here?" the tom asked, tilting his massive head.
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Post by Starkat on Aug 21, 2015 19:11:12 GMT
"Yes. Ans still is." She replied. His fresh scent clung to the air. He was still here. But how? She considered. She stepped deeper into the house. The floorboards creaked. She inspected them, they were all evenly sized, except for one. A single floorboard was wider and longer than the rest. And it didn't seem sturdy. She put one foot on it and put some weight with it, and the board flipped over, revealing a dark open space beneath the house. The board then flipped back into place when Fire removed her foot.
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Post by HollyHawk on Aug 21, 2015 19:14:35 GMT
(( Bryce- a proud, somewhat show-offy tom with glittering, armored scales in a muddy rose gold. His eyes are reptilian yellow-green, set far back on either side of his wide, flat head, and striped with a long, feral, black pupil each. He's a stout dragon with low hips and a huge chest, muscled fore arms, and intimidatingly scarred wings from when he was held captive as a driver dragon and the crack of his master's whip tore him bloody. He's learned to let go of his anger and works to control it every day- more than anything, behind his bluster, he searches for happiness and peace. He breathes more smoke than fire, which is helpful to mask or incapacitate enemies. His tail is thick, short, and flexible, and ends in a simple point. On either side of his head, dense horns sprout out.))
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Post by HollyHawk on Aug 21, 2015 19:17:34 GMT
Bryce's small eyes widened. "Tricky!" he muttered, and nosed the floor. "He must be down there," he confirmed. With another deep sniff, he picked apart the other smells. Rot. Mud. Dust. Spoiled fruit. Blood. He exchanged panicked looks with Fire and stomped on the board, urging her to slip down into the unfathomable darkness of the house's secret cellar.
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Post by Starkat on Aug 21, 2015 19:26:01 GMT
"Keep this open. I'm assuming it's a dragon trap." She slithered into the hole, her small body fitting easily into it. It took her a second to adjust to the lighting. She could see the vague outline of unlit torches on the wall, and took the liberty of lighting them herself. And there lay Brin. He was most certainly knocked out. And she pondered how she was going to get him up. "Hey Bryce, he's done here."
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Post by HollyHawk on Aug 21, 2015 19:35:53 GMT
Bryce awkwardly angled his head through the boards, a grunt of concern escaping his jaws. "This is horrible! It must be trap, you were right. Strange place for it though, isn't it? He must have been careful, and now THIS has happened!" He blinked and trued to clear his head. "Alright, see if you can sort of shove him up that wall, and I'll grab his scruff, I pull you push, got it? We'll come back later and try to find the human rat that did this." To many, Brin was a sign of freedom and strength. The fleet would be incredibly distressed. Hopefully he would return to normal soon.
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Post by Starkat on Aug 21, 2015 19:40:55 GMT
Fire did as she was instructed, but it wasn't easy. She shoved him up the wall as far as she could. His wings fell limply into her face making it hard to see.
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Post by HollyHawk on Aug 21, 2015 19:46:20 GMT
Bryce chomped at the loose skin on his leader's neck. Something fishy was going on, that was evident. When he had a good hold, he began hauling the dragon up into the tumble down mansion. The leader, without his usual tense muscles and scowl, could have been mistaken for a large pair of black silk pajamas. The sunlight grew buttery orange, and shadows began to lengthen. The tang of rain drifted from some sour storm clouds in the West. They needed to get back soon, or they would be subject to the rain and pitfalls of a night time storm. "Push!" he gasped to Fire, tugging on the dead weight dragon.
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Post by Starkat on Aug 21, 2015 19:48:32 GMT
Fire did so and pushed as hard as she could, using her wings to bring herself off the ground and force the leader up higher.
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