Dragon Riders - A Roleplay Based Off The Inheritance Cycle

[Kylee Hart]

Onayra slipped into the mouth of the cave, looking down in astonishment at the hundreds of eggs in the back of the cave.

Mythirion felt a spark in his chest and opened his eyes to stare at the dark inside of his egg.

[Raising Cain]

Wisty snored softly, clutching her pack to her chest.

((Ooooh, do the riders still get the cool marks? On their hands?))

[Kylee Hart]

{{Of course!

Onayra heard Wisty's snore and froze, twisting to look at the girl on the floor.

[SecretCreativity]

Jane yawned, she was tired. She set up a tent by a river but her tent blended into the trees and she put a sleeping inside if the tent and crawled inrpto the tent. Jane curled up in her slepping bag and fell asleep

Unnamed heard someone else in the cave and was worried not knowing if she was OK or not. Unnamed wanted to warn the human that kept her egg warm but had no way to when she was in a egg

[Raising Cain]

((Ignore this))

[Kylee Hart]

Onayra stared at the girl on the floor.

Mythirion pushed at the confines of his egg. He could feel the elf, just outside, waiting for him. A tiny beam of light appeared from the cracks emanating from his nose.

Onayra jumped at the cracking sound and turned, pulling her sword out of its sheath on her back.

{{Doesn't Wisty actually have to touch the dragon?

[SecretCreativity]

Yes}}

When her egg hit the hard floor it cracked a tiny bit even though the bag surrounded her egg

[Raising Cain]

((Oh ya.... -_- Please forgive me. I have not read the movie or watched the book in a long time. And I am very tired and getting confused.))

Wisty grasped for her water bottle, waking up. She opened it, and took a drink. Than she saw another figure in the back of the cave.

[Kylee Hart]

{{Ok.

Mythirion pushed fully out of the egg and pushed herself into the air, beating her small wings. She touched down again, still running at Onayra.

Onayra raised her arm to defend herself from the attack, her sword ready to strike.

Mythirion jumped and hit Onayra's arm, dropping back to the floor and collapsing with a dazed expression in her eyes.

Onayra recoiled in pain, dropping her sword and clutching at her burning hand. She winced at the sound of her sword hitting the floor and turned to face Wisty, her pain forgotten.

[Raising Cain]

Wisty stared with wide eyes into a girl's even wider eyes. She pointed, lost for words. "I... you... dragon..." she managed to choke out.