HTTYD RP: Dragonwings (Always Accepting)

[Murdoc Niccals]

Sekr's head snapped up. "It's not that new?" He said, not wondering if he was being addressed. His right hand went to grab at the bow on his right, while his left hand still held an arrow.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the same dragon. Funny it was always following him...

[AgentWashingtub]

"Awesome!" Jay said. Then she spotted the necklace Syra had gotten from Max and flipped out. "Where did you get that?!"

[Moonlitstars]

Syra smiled brightly. "Max had it! Isn't it great! I think it was actually moms wasn't it?" She beamed.

[AgentWashingtub]

"Yes, it was..." Jay said softly, reaching out and touching the scale. Ika got up and pressed against Jay's legs.

[ＩＮＴＥＲＦＥＣＴＯＲ]

Striker chuckled and used his wing to protect Sierra from a few straggler pieces before kicked more toward her.

Sierra seeing this stood up and quickly shot at the many moving targets, she shot down most of them maybe missing 3 or 4. She smiled at seeing upon most were bulls-eyes and some would have been fatal blows. She took a minute for the fight to die down before retrieving her arrows imbedded in the bark. She stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing the Speed Stinger and just stared. Terror, question, confusion, and another emotion swirled in her blue orbs at the sight.

[AgentWashingtub]

Ika purred as Jay stared at the necklace, transfixed.

[BecNessMonster]

Flare noticed that others kept watching him, and he stood on guard, he clicked his claws on the ground and watched them, they were quite interesting, humans of corse were still savages, not catching there own dinner and being lazy and just strait out using traps. Flare noticed someone stoping and staring at him with fear, it made him feel good to be feared, he steped closer

[AgentWashingtub]

Ika saw the Stinger step forward, she whipped her head around and stared at it suspiciously.

[Moonlitstars]

Syra smiled. " I wonder if anything else of ours is still on the island."

[Murdoc Niccals]

And just when he had no food... Sekr shoved the arrows back into his quiver, noticing the Speed Stinger- he was so close to naming it Persistence- drawing closer.

He at least wanted a good twenty foot running start. Though other dragons were around, so he just decided to shoot. The first three arrows weren't his best, hitting the edges of the target. It was probably nerves, he thought, sighing.