||Thirteen||A Dragon RP||Semi-Literate||NOT Accepting||

[lokison]

Hawk freezes. He can sense something bad heading towards him and then others. He closes his eyes and listens carefully. Winds bellowing, kncking things over and spinning rappidly. He focuses on the closest one and trieds to home in and get its location. After a while his opene open and he rans twards the others. He knew what he must do and thats try and get the others out of harms way. He sees them and sighs in releif. "Hey!" He yelled.

[lynettetan1]

(so... They landed?)
Ezra tucked her wings in, landing smoothly, green eyes tracking the fire dragon. She have it a quick dip of her head, and quickly looked away, following Suri quickly.

[Princess Porcelain]

Analyse Sapphira III

Anna felt Ezra land and was relieved that they were near the cave. The tornado was howling in her ears and giving her a migraine. She hated storms. Rain pelted down on her, and every time it hit her broken wing, sharp pain flared up in her limb. She sincerely hoped that they would be inside soon, so she could gather her energy and turn green to heal herself.

Zarein Kiedan Matarin

Kiedan nodded at the spiked dragon below him. "I am Zarein Kiedan Matarin, a riding dragon." He heard another voice coming from below him and turned to the sea dragon. Wind was howling in his ears, so the smaller dragon's sharp cry had been muffled. "Yes? What did you say?" He shouted over the storm.

[Sparrowmoon]

My name is Candra.
I may be the last of my kind,
But I will never stop searching.

CANDRA
I shuddered awake, snapping my eyes open wide and shaking my head to clear the wretched haze of the nightmare from my mind. It was another dream of the Orchi. I shuddered a little again before forcing myself to my feet - there was little sense in lying around all the time. Something felt different today, and it was a delicious sensation, as sweet as the sap of the fattest tree in the forest. I didn't take very long; I simply glanced in my stone room before slipping out of the mouth of my den and into the harsh light of midday. She noticed something else gone awry right away - a serpentine coil of dark, angry cloud, thrashing about in the sky. Something was...yes! Something was trapped in the vortex! Several somethings. Still, I knew better than to throw myself into a tornado - even at my size, there was no way my wings would be able to keep the air under control. I decided to travel on foot, through the deeper parts of the wood where humans avoided. It didn't take long before I heard the sound of voices, familiar in a way I didn't think was possible. I immediatelly, subconciously recognized the sounds as the talk of dragons. Other dragons! I slipped closer, though I knew...wait. What's that sound? My eyes snapped upwards, and I almost choked. I hadn't been paying attention to the tornado, and now it was nearly upon me! But should I warn the others? Did they already know? Could I help? Oh, what to do, what to do!! Okay. I decided to head for the other dragons. If I was going to be any help at all, I'd have to act fast.

Hear my bellow!
Cry in fear!
Run, little humans,
Blodige Skov Skygge is here!

SKYGGE

I spit a little fireball into the dust, watching with a bizarre kind of satisfaction as the little embers died out one by one like the lights of the human cities. I let my claws dig into the dry ground, and I pulled scores into the earth with my talons. I narrowed my eyes at the sky, watching how the clouds tossed about angrily. I was angry, too. I wished I could thrash as the clouds did, but more than anything, I wished I could burn something. I wanted to see something on fire, anything set ablaze by my breath. I noticed a little caravan of humans on one of the winding dust roads that snaked out of the city walls, and a grin spread across my maw. Let them see this spectacle, let me entertain them! I could draw a crowd of thousands in instants! And perhaps these poor gypsies would reap the spoils. I snaked my head out of the trees, sneaking closer to them from behind the crest of a hill. Then, with a quiet snicker, I threw my head upwards and released a jet of my own flame. I torched the hill and scurried away to the darkness of the woods, laughing to myself as the gypsies panicked and the grass flamed and sparked. Oh, what a marvelous gift I have! If only there were another with whom I could share such a gift...I wished, not for the first time, that I had company.

[lokison]

Hawk raced towards them. His long lanky tail dragging behind. "I SAID YOU GUYS NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!" He yelled as he drew closer. He could now sense the storm right behind him.

[Princess Porcelain]

Zarein Kiedan Matarin

Kiedan's eyes widened at the sea dragon's proclamation. He looked behind him to see a swirling, dark mass almost halfway across the valley and headed toward them. His cave was too far away, so that wouldn't be an option. there weren't any caves or rock walls just lying around, either, so he would have to lead everyone up to the mountainside, where there was sure to be at least one cave. "Come with me. We have to find shelter," He told the other dragons, not knowing if they had heard him. The wind from the fast-moving tornado had muffled his order as he began to rise higher into the air and veer west. Hail pelted his back, neck, and wings, causing him slight pain but not doing any real damage. Only the larger pieces would leave bruises, so he wasn't worried, but for the little elf dragon, it might be a problem, because the hail was big enough to break its delicate limbs. He just hoped the tiny creature followed him.

[Princess Porcelain]

[Bump.]

[-Starchild.Keith-]

~Lunaris~

As the others landed, she quickly followed their lead, still trying to use her fire powers to melt as many of the hailstones as possible. She looked to the others, following them into the cave. Once inside, she shook herself off a bit, away from the others and turned to them. "Thank you for allowing my to accompany you. My name is Lunaris, and I am a fire dragon as you may have noticed. What are your names?"

~Svarog~

As Kiedan took to the air, Svarog launched himself up into the sky as well, extending his barrier once more, trying to bock some of the hailstones. "Hopefully I am blocking some of the larger stones. Where are we headed? Towards a cave?" He turned to look and caught sight of the storm. With a small eep he sped up, putting on his brave face.

[SilverDoe]

((I'm back. Some of my exams were rescheduled so I'm back to normal sooner than expected. However, 'back to normal' still means pretty busy, so I may not be on every day.))

The Grand Archmage

"Yes, that was exactly my thoughts. Tell me, are there any caves nearby? Particularly caves close to my lake, for the sea dragons' comfort. And yes, I do believe they might be willing to help you with your studies," the Archmage said. "We'll need several caves, of course, and we will need smaller caves for the elf dragons, but that can be taken care of once we acquire the number of caves in the area. After all, we can't have anyone leaving our valley, then Devin would get them, the evil little nuisance." He realized that all he said could be considered prattle, but Croner wouldn't mind, as they were both quite old and tended to overlook things.

He had been to his lake just the other day to find chunks of raw, unshaped seeing stones, and had only found enough to make five rings. Now he just needed enough to make two more rings, as he had spent months collecting seeing stones. Even though his lake was the only place they could be found, it was still a rare occurrence to find any, after all, the planet wasn't made of the precious gem.

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+Croner Septa Ler+

Croner pondered the Archmage's question thoughtfully for a while, as he did with most things, before deciding on an answer. "I am quite certain I would be able to locate so caves along that lake - however, most of them are underwater, which, while certainly an excellent arrangement to make for the sea dragons, would probably not suit the other dragons very well." He searched his knowledge of dragons for a bit, trying to thing of other accomodations that could be made. "The cave that is aboveground, however, would be large enough to fit both elf dragons I should think. The fire dragons would do well in the mountain caves - plenty of space for them to roam, lots of animals for them to eat, and not enough combustible for them to start a wildfire or burn this place down. Come to think of it, those caves would be an excellent place to house the greater dragons too." They would have been a good place to house mountain dragons too, perhaps, had there been any left besides him. I was a scholar, not a fighter. I could do nothing to defend my family.

"The spiked dragons could live in the forest - most of their prey can be found there, and ther is quite some space for them to roam.". Croner stopped to think. There were only the rider dragons left to find accomodations for, but he knew very little about what habbitat they would enjoy. Woodlands? Mountains? The lake? He was stumped. Croner hated to admit defeat, though.

"The rider dragons could be housed in the... the... perhaps you can think of something? I'm afraid my knowledge of rider dragons is rather limited."
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. . . Cassia Alla Moore . . .

As she glided up to hover over the water, Cassia saw she had been right to seek shelter. She watched as the storm - now, she saw, taking the form of a tornado - uprooted trees and tossed them carelessly aside. She would be much more difficult to uproot, of course, but she was not sure that even a dragon could withstand such winds. To empathise her point, a particularly strong gale slammed her against a cliff wall, her struggles to resist it useless. Cassia thought she heard something crack, and searing pain rushed up her tail. She could not think. It - hurt - so - much - she had to get inside. Her tail was on fire. She needed to get shelter. Fast. Desperately she tried to summon the will to move, but every inch brought a fresh wave of agony. What sort of dragon was she, to let herself be so easily defeated? She would not die at the hands of an ordinary storm, not until she had at least killed a few slayers! Sleep would be such a relief... beautiful, painless sleep.... NO! She could not black out! She - had - to - get - shelter! She could not stand. Belatedly, she realised her blood was seeping quietly into the sand.

Give up.

No. She could not do that. Never. She had vengeance to wreck, a species to save... she - could - not - give - up. Gritting her teeth, she tried to raise her head, and she would never have thought she would have been so grateful to see what she saw.

Dragons.

Cassia hated having company. She hated needing to trust, hated having others prying into her personal life. She was a solitary being, and perfectly happy to remain one. Sure, she knew she would have to have company once she reached the Grand Archmage, but she viewed that somewhat as a sacrifice for the greater good. Something she had to do in order to achieve her goal. But, now, she knew, she needed others. She felt her strength drain from her, felt the cold seeping in. It terrified her. I can't die here, I can't! Please! She knew that, if she called out now and if the dragons stopped to aid her and risked being hit by the tornadoe, she would be indebted to them, but right at that moment that felt a small price to pay. Green waves lapped madly on her scales, panicking. There was nothing for it.

Taking a deep breath and gathering her last reserves of strength, Cassia forced herself to roar as loudly as she could, though it came out more like a croak, just barely audible.

"Help me... please... help..."

Then everything faded to black.

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((Could one of the other dragons, or one of the groups, find her? I don't mind who, just as long as they're in the area.))

[lynettetan1]

Sure.)

Ezra stayed in the shadows, wondering if the fire dragon could see her. Probably. She was seeing so many dragons in one day it seemed slightly unreal, but she pushed that thought out her mind. Her green eye, exotic and beautiful if not for their harsh light, instinctively tracked the fire dragon. Gritting her teeth and forcing her eyes down, to not keep note of where the dragon was, she mumbled softly. "Ezra Regnal." Whether that dragon caught it or not, she wouldnt know. The blue dragon shifted, slightly uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she heard it. A soft plea, whipped here from the winds of the tornado. Ezra's head shot up, her self control forgotten as her eye returned to knowing where Lunaris was once more, at the same time scrutinizingly checking the area for the sound. Suddenly, she saw it. A dragon. It was unconscious. Immediately, Ezra relaxed ever so slightly. Unconscious meant it was not going to pull anything, unless it was faking. And it was rather hard not to. But the moment she relaxed, she felt empathy that wished her to help it, that understood that that dragon was in critical danger.

It was queer, but Ezra had no dealings with that feeling before, thus, she locked it up. However, the feeling nudged at her mind, and she let the small one slowly slide to the ground with her wing, and looked at the dragon, before looking at Suri and the others. SHe wished to help it, though she did not know why. Her walls lowered one more inch. She ignored them, taking flight.

Dealing with the wind harshly blowing at her, the dragon that was introduced to flight 20 years ago, Ezra was still an amateur at it, though human pilots would have called her steering great. She positioned her angle, and went towards the dragon that was limp on a beach(?).

Reaching it, she nosed it slightly, and saw the broken bones. No doubt, this dragon was unconscious. Ezra let out a sigh of relief, letting all her walls drop in order to concentrate on getting it on her back, without impaling it with spikes. It took a while, and she was all to aware of the tornado that was coming closer by the second. She managed it, however, and quickly, she flared her wings and took to the air.

The dragon was heavy, and unconscious. These were two problems. The weight pulled her down, as did the tornado, and her wings flapped multiple times, trying to keep her alight. It being unconscious, she had to check frequently whether it was there or not. She brought her walls back up, cold thinking fueling her determination instead of the flustered emotions, and she beat her wings quickly, her sights on the cave, her goal. She grabbed the strands of energy that wished to elude her, using them to push her faster, harder.

Ezra walked in, then letting the dragon flop to the floor, sliding off her scales harmlessly. She then looked up, her face devoid of emotion, and went back to the shadows. She had done all she needed to do in that queer impulsive moment. Now, the other dragons could decide what to do.