B L I Z Z A R D
IceWing|prophecy dragonet|tags- none
Blizzard was in the main camp of the Rainforest Kingdom, laying down so the sun could hit his scales. He did know he was an IceWing, yes, but for some reason he really liked the heat- it felt nice on his cold scales. A cloud then covered the sun, and he decided that was his time to stand up and do something productive. He started to walk deeper into the rainforest, his pale scales providing almost no cover for him. He could tell he was being watched- dragons were always around here, and they would definitely notice a bright white dragon passing by.
Snapping a vine that had gotten attached to his claw, he wondered why the dragons here didn't seem to like him much. Yes, he was of a different tribe, but was that so much of an issue? He had been told that his egg was brought over here for diplomatic reasons, a sign of alliance or something like that. These dragons should be seeing him as a good thing, like a scroll proclaiming the end of war or a new age of peace- at least peace between two tribes. IceWing/RainWing relations, anyone? But no, they still ran when he spoke to them and refused to answer any of his questions.
...And that brought up the daydreams about his parents again. He had never met them, but he dreamed about who they could be whenever he had time to himself. Maybe they were high ranking warriors, or powerful guards. Maybe they had scales just like his, white as snow and with these silver marks. Maybe they acted just like him, too- or maybe not exactly, but close enough. This time he thought about the powerful warrior idea, imagining them and the RainWings fighting together to stop this war. They would never lose in his mind, of course.
Sighing, he pushed himself out of the daydream. He didn't want to get his hopes up, not yet. Looking around with surprise, he realized that he had ended up deeper into the rainforest. He was unfamiliar with this area, and he didn't see any dragons nearby...except for the sound of fire in the distance. Curious yet concerned, he started to move towards the sound.
U M B E R
MudWing|SandWing prisoner|tags- open
Day...whatever of being in this place. Umber stepped around his small holding cell, flexing his claws and waiting for the sounds of the guards to fade away. When they eventually did, he reached under a pile of torn bedding and picked up a metal object, the tip sharpened by days of hard work. Finally it looked ready for its job.
Getting as close to the bars as he could- he was a large dragon, after all- he started to mess with the locking system on the other side. Careful not to drop the object, he first tried to break the bars holding the lock, and then the lock itself. No luck there, so he tried another approach: trying to pick the lock. Attempting to get the object into the keyhole, he heard a sound by the stairs and jumped, dropping the object. With a low growl, he used his tail to get it back inside and hid it again, waiting for the sounds to fade again.