((I sent Linkin my form, and he just said to jump in. I hope it's ok. Nightfury's a dark blue dynamic, and Cyrus is a healer for wingsia and has a few urban traits.They're both in my signature.))
Nightfury watched with a keen eye what was happening below. The young dynamic had woken up rather restless, and he could feel it in his bones that he would quench his thirst for adventure today. He flew over ribbonia, and then blankya territory, thinking that he could fly higher than any of them if they gave chase. Suddenly what he could make out as an urban and three other eceltra came into view. Even better, they were fighting. He swooped closer to get a better view, and accidently scraped his right wing against a tall pine tree. Nightfury crashed into the clearing, just inches away from a seemingly paralyzed blank, and stared at the urban and two blank eceltra in battle. He quickly regained his footing and accessed the situation. His right wing was to damaged to fly, so he stood his ground, ready to attack either eceltra if necessary.
Cyrus sighed as his patient, who had come in with a small gash on his front left leg, slowly backed out of the healer's medicine hut, eyeing him with suspicion. It was always the same. With the few traits of an urban he was cursed to possess, people branded him as illegitimate among his wingsia tribe. But it could be worse, he thought. He could be considered a traiter, like Yamius.







