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[broner]

res for forms

✘ Name:: rift
✘ Age:: 11 years
✘ Gender:: male
✘ Orientation:: straight
✘ Tribe:: seawing
✘ Rank:: rebel
✘ Crush:: n/a
✘ BF/GF/Mate:: n/a
✘ Kin:: n/a
✘ Appearance:: mainly dark blue with dull green stripes and a lighter blue-gray underbelly
✘ Personality:: a personable guy. does not like authority. he loves fighting for sport and playing rough with his pals, but is definitely not up for a debate. super loyal to his buds. functions better in a group, but can take care of himself just fine.
✘ History:: his dad pissed off the royal family so they gave him hell. when he had rift, darkstalker was already in control, so he never got to see him. rift was a good worker till he realized he was being used. that revelation was an unpleasant one. punished to hell and back till he finally decided he'd had enough. he escaped and is now considered a refugee. he's looking for safety, security, and, of course, a hot babe, as all chads do.
✘ Talents/Traits:: very stocky and strong, and a good and hard worker. he can make a snap decision in a fight but isn't clever enough to talk his way out of a situation. he'd rather make it a fight.
✘ Other:: any hot babes out there you know what to do

✘ Name:: Sleet
✘ Age:: 8
✘ Gender:: male
✘ Orientation:: gay  
✘ Tribe:: ice/sea/1/8 sky
✘ Rank:: hybrid hitman
✘ Crush:: boys get crushes. men get bfs
✘ BF/GF/Mate:: reaper
✘ Kin:: n/a
✘ Appearance:: varied bluish-gray shades with a pinkish hue around the spines. thin and small. kind of spiky all over.
✘ Personality:: as irritable and sassy as he is gay. he'll impale you with words if he's given the opportunity. beyond these things, he's a pessimist and nihilistic as hell. he'll go full rabid raccoon on your ass and has to be held back by his loving boyfriend before committing yet another unresolved felony.
✘ History:: being a hybrid, he's kind of sought after. not in the good way. born to a quarter-sky seawing hybrid and an icewing, he might as well just have been smothered to death from the moment he hatched. unfortunately for him, he was born without anyone around, so he didn't get the luxury of skipping out on his hellish excuse for an existence. he was put into detention at the scorpion den permanently. that didn't end up working out so they sent some weird spiky eboy after him. his emo gremlin charm seduced him and they ran away together. now they're both running from the law while at the same time piling up even more outstanding warrants through hired murder. the hybrid hitmen, baby.
✘ Talents/Traits:: not exceptional at anything, really. he's very small, so he can fit in places sometimes, i guess. he also has some wicked sharp bread knife claws. occasionally he can cough up some exactly 32 f ice that will probably melt in a few minutes. good for making cocktails, though, so there's a plus. he has slits on the side of his neck like gills but they don't actually function. he's just a small, sad little man with no special powers.
✘ Other:: reaps is his loving boyfriend in case you didn't catch that. they're very happy together and sleet will stop at nothing to murder anyone who disses him. ah, true love.

[AGGUA!]

res for forms

✘ Name:: rift
✘ Age:: 11 years
✘ Gender:: male
✘ Orientation:: straight
✘ Tribe:: seawing
✘ Rank:: rebel
✘ Crush:: n/a
✘ BF/GF/Mate:: n/a
✘ Kin:: n/a
✘ Appearance:: mainly dark blue with dull green stripes and a lighter blue-gray underbelly
✘ Personality:: a personable guy. does not like authority. he loves fighting for sport and playing rough with his pals, but is definitely not up for a debate. super loyal to his buds.
✘ History:: his dad pissed off the royal family so they gave him hell. when he had rift, darkstalker was already in control, so he never got to see him. rift was a good worker till he realized he was being used. that revelation was an unpleasant one. punished to hell and back till he finally decided he'd had enough. he escaped and is now considered a refugee. he's looking for safety, security, and, of course, a hot babe, as all chads do.
✘ Talents/Traits:: very stocky and strong, and a good and hard worker. he can make a snap decision in a fight but isn't clever enough to talk his way out of a situation. he'd rather make it a fight.
✘ Other:: any hot babes out there you know what to do

✘ Name:: Sleet
✘ Age:: 8
✘ Gender:: male
✘ Orientation:: gay  
✘ Tribe:: ice/sea/1/8 sky
✘ Rank:: hybrid hitman
✘ Crush:: boys get crushes. men get bfs
✘ BF/GF/Mate:: reaper
✘ Kin:: n/a
✘ Appearance:: varied bluish-gray shades with a pinkish hue around the spines. thin and small. kind of spiky all over.
✘ Personality:: as irritable and sassy as he is gay. he'll impale you with words if he's given the opportunity. beyond these things, he's a pessimist and nihilistic as hell. he'll go full rabid raccoon on your ass and has to be held back by his loving boyfriend before committing yet another unresolved felony.
✘ History:: being a hybrid, he's kind of sought after. not in the good way. born to a quarter-sky seawing hybrid and an icewing, he might as well just have been smothered to death from the moment he hatched. unfortunately for him, he was born without anyone around, so he didn't get the luxury of skipping out on his hellish excuse for an existence. he was put into detention at the scorpion den permanently. that didn't end up working out so they sent some weird spiky eboy after him. his emo gremlin charm seduced him and they ran away together. now they're both running from the law while at the same time piling up even more outstanding warrants through hired murder. the hybrid hitmen, baby.
✘ Talents/Traits:: not exceptional at anything, really. he's very small, so he can fit in places sometimes, i guess. he also has some wicked sharp bread knife claws. occasionally he can cough up some exactly 32 f ice that will probably melt in a few minutes. good for making cocktails, though, so there's a plus. he has slits on the side of his neck like gills but they don't actually function. he's just a small, sad little man with no special powers.
✘ Other:: reaps is his loving boyfriend in case you didn't catch that. they're very happy together and sleet will stop at nothing to murder anyone who disses him. ah, true love.

in the process of making new refs

yeah dude I'll put em up there

[AGGUA!]

REAPER
Male | Ice/Night/Sand | Assassin | Tags: Sleet
xxxxxxIt'd been harder and harder to locate a place to set up camp. Unclaimed territory was nigh impossible to come by between the tribes, and as such, the barriers between factions left little wiggle room for hiding spots. But Reaper and Sleet were smarter than that. The very tip of the dragon wing on Pyrrhia's map, though part of the sky kingdom, wasn't often patrolled. Why would it be? There was no need to keep an ironclad grip on the sparse forest north of the old queen's palace and the current general's headquarters. The sky kingdom was far closer to Possibility and could get their produce from there. No need to cross the ocean and hit the bay of a thousand scales just to pillage some fish.
xxxxxxSo, that's where they'd gone. That's where they typically conducted business, though their hub of work shifted from place to place as the regime called for it. No matter how many new NightWings had flooded Pyrrhia, they couldn't control the entire continent without complications. He'd heard whispers from clients about some rebel group hidden beneath Jade Mountain, but he had no interest in rubbing elbows with some loners. Sleet was the only dragon he needed to keep him company. It was odd how the new regime had brought them together, into the same line of work. The officials had no idea how much of an issue had grown from their slip-up. Should've killed me when you had the chance, Reaper thought triumphantly.
xxxxxxThey'd been assigned a job a few days prior. A SkyWing had wanted to put a hit on a dragon supposedly lurking around the bay. The whole thing was strangely familiar. But he wasn't interested in anyone else. Curled up with Sleet pressed against his chest, he glanced out across the North sea. His partner was still sleeping. He couldn't really blame him. The sun had hardly broken the horizon, but Reaper had always been an early riser. Both of their sleep schedules were consistently changing to fit their line of work. Sleet hated it, would complain about it all the time. That whole argument usually devolved into a night of restless sleep, but Reaper always won. His man woke up satisfied enough afterwards. That'd be the case today.
xxxxxxUntwining his tail from around the other hybrid's, Reaper carefully tucked his wings back to his sides. His partner twitched slightly at the loss of warmth, but just snuggled back up against him. He rolled his eyes. They had to get moving. Leaning down towards Sleet's snout, he let out a small puff of air against his ear. "Are you gonna get up, babe? Or are we just gonna lay here all day?" Reaper murmured.

Muskellunge
Male | MudWing | Miner | Tags: Open
xxxxxxTheir overseer hadn't been kind about letting their subsection sleep in today. Muskie had awoken to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, sirens raising to a shrill cry, letting the whole damn faction know that they had to get their asses up. Opening one blue eye blearily, Muskie glanced around, attempting to locate the rest of his siblings through the haze. All five of his brothers had dogpiled into a single mud pit, while his favorite sister, Bullfrog, yawned against him. Mumbling cusses under his breath, Muskie reluctantly raised his head from the mud, the very action taking each bit of strength. They'd worked overtime yesterday in order to hit their quota, and though today would be easier, his muscles ached.
xxxxxxShaking out his wings, his talons grabbed at the grass, hauling the rest of his bulk out of the swamp and onto squishy land. Mud slid off his warm scales in globs, which felt amazing, but he took care to make sure the rest of his siblings were getting up with him. God, he didn't want to head back down there again. He couldn't stand their overseer, a snappy, stout NightWing named Earthshaker or something. Chasmbreaker? He didn't care enough. He got off on punishing him for dumb crap. Muskellunge couldn't spend his break how he wanted to, apparently. Conversing with some of the other girls? No. Absolutely not allowed. For whatever reason. He's just snappy. Only girl who's ever loved him is his mother.
xxxxxxHe DID need to cool it with the disrespect, though. His brother, Bullhead, was as stupid as they came, but even he had the sense to obey the overseer. Whatever. He didn't care enough. He'd find a way around the system someday. If the rest of his family didn't want to follow in his footsteps, he'd be devastated, but he'd understand such reluctance. You leave and get caught, you die.
xxxxxx"Move out, guys. C'mon. Boss man's gonna have my head if y'all don't get the hell up."

[dragonscales10]

i suggest a discussion thread for forms and such and a separate roleplay thread it just cleans things up))


name. endbringer
age. 7
sex. male
sexuality. homosexual
tribe. nightwings
rank. rebellion member
love interest. n/a
living kin. n/a

personality. w.i.p.
history. w.i.p.
other. n/a


name. seven
age. 24
sex. male
sexuality. pansexual
tribe. skywings
rank. skywing general
love interest. n/a
living kin. n/a

when he hatched, his mother was barred from having further eggs. Of course this angered her, and she didn't want nor care for her final dragonet, naming him seven and handing him over to the queen. he's never bothered asking why she didn't give him a real name, something of his own, but then again he wasn't sure she cared much for him. he lived in the skywing palace, always being followed by a few guards that the queen not-so-secretly ordered to keep an eye on him. he is very careful about setting things on fire, and lives in constant fear of maiming others by accident. when darkstalker took control, he chose seven as the skywing general, for the power his scales held, and the use they were to darkstalkers goals.
other. n/a

[broner]

𝚁𝙸𝙵𝚃
__________________
male|seawing|11|sea border|tags;open
Oy, what a massive pain in the ass. The overseer of Rift's subsection had caught on to his shenanigans not even a week prior, and here he was, sneaking off to who knows where. It was really too bad. He kind of wished he could've taken his girl out with him, but she was a bit too much of a risk. Hell, he had no clue where he was headed anyway. Just getting the hell out of dodge, frankly.
There was no way he was going back to be bossed around. Liberty or death, yeah? But a lone SeaWing outside of his own territory was sure to grab some attention. He knew no NightWing wanted to be assigned the smelly fishing crew that were the SeaWings, and, more specifically, his and a couple other subsections. As a result, they usually took outside business themselves. Anything to get out of there.
A SeaWing out here, alone, was sure to grab some unwanted attention. He hovered by the border, unsure of what he was going to do. If he stepped over, he was officially a refugee. He'd heard of a resistance, sure, but... he had no clue where to start. The whole point of them was to stay hidden and unnoticed by any outsiders. And frankly, he wasn't too keen on the idea of being bossed around by some different guy from a different organization in the same way. He took a breath and dove into the river, pushing himself upstream.

𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝚃
__________________
male|ice/sea/sky|8|upper sky territory|tags; reaper
Sleet was flying on huge wings, soaring as high as they could take him. It was cool, misty, and serene in the clouds. Heavenly light filtered through the gaps, shining down on the land below like salvation. He swooped, banked, and hovered, suddenly restrained. The warmth of the sun on his scales was drawn away, and he flew closer. Faintly, a familiar voice brushed his ear.
And he woke up.
His bleary eyes took in the dull gray of the rock walls and the black shape in front of his eyes. Reaps. "What's that?" he mumbled, shaking the dream off like a dog. His spines clattered and he was painfully reminded that he wasn't a SkyWing, nor a SeaWing, nor an IceWing. He was a dumb, pathetic hybrid with no natural defenses. Thank god he had Reaper. Speaking of, his mate uncurled his tail, retrieving that last bit of warmth. Sleet was reminded of the dawn and their current client. "Right. We need to get moving. Thanks for wakin' me, Reaps." He felt his face warm. Sentiment wasn't his strong suit, but Reaper was an exception. How lucky was he that he wasn't killed on the spot? "The SkyWing said the target was skulkin' around the bay, right? We oughtta head out that way."

[AGGUA!]

REAPER
Male | Ice/Night/Sand | Assassin | Tags: Sleet
xxxxxx"Expected more complaining out of you," he purred, basking in the 'thanks.' "S'not like I was gonna leave you or anything. Who else would I tease?" Reaper wasn't much good at displays of affection. Neither of them were. But he could blame a LOT of the close proximity on simply wanting to protect the other hybrid. He didn't doubt the hothead could hold his own. Hell, he'd seen it. He'd been one of the few targets to lay a talon on him, and while he could chalk it up to a blunder (of which he'd made several in his earlier days), he knew Sleet was just stronger than he gave himself credit for. But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy sticking to his side. The regime gave him an excuse for more lingering touches.
xxxxxxReaper yawned, displaying knife-like teeth, and shook himself out, his black, icicle-like spikes rattling in a noise akin to Sleet's. He stretched his forearms out in front of him to loosen stiff muscles, opening and closing his wings, curling and uncurling his barbed tail. Stamping out his legs, muscles rippling, he turned his attention back out to the sea. "Something like that. If we fly Southeast we should hit the bay. Maybe work our way down. A lone SeaWing might try making their way inland away from the bay, but I doubt they'd stray too far from the ocean." Sleet hadn't. Though he was a hybrid and was versatile enough anywhere like he was, they'd had their clashes and encounters and rendezvous out on the bay prior to going AWOL. The regime's ironclad grip also ensured that less and less SeaWings were inclined to move out to the mountains, where the rest of the resistance supposedly was.
xxxxxx"Client didn't have a whole lot of info on em which always sucks ass, but that's just my two cents. Unless you think they'd be moving in a different direction." That was another thing that had changed. Reaper had always been a lone wolf, had never thought about taking on a second opinion. But his fixation on one idea had landed him in hot water before, and Sleet was good at keeping him out of it nowadays.

Muskellunge
Male | MudWing | Miner | Tags: Open
xxxxxxTheir overseer hadn't been kind about letting their subsection sleep in today. Muskie had awoken to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, sirens raising to a shrill cry, letting the whole damn faction know that they had to get their asses up. Opening one blue eye blearily, Muskie glanced around, attempting to locate the rest of his siblings through the haze. All five of his brothers had dogpiled into a single mud pit, while his favorite sister, Bullfrog, yawned against him. Mumbling cusses under his breath, Muskie reluctantly raised his head from the mud, the very action taking each bit of strength. They'd worked overtime yesterday in order to hit their quota, and though today would be easier, his muscles ached.
xxxxxxShaking out his wings, his talons grabbed at the grass, hauling the rest of his bulk out of the swamp and onto squishy land. Mud slid off his warm scales in globs, which felt amazing, but he took care to make sure the rest of his siblings were getting up with him. God, he didn't want to head back down there again. He couldn't stand their overseer, a snappy, stout NightWing named Earthshaker or something. Chasmbreaker? He didn't care enough. He got off on punishing him for dumb crap. Muskellunge couldn't spend his break how he wanted to, apparently. Conversing with some of the other girls? No. Absolutely not allowed. For whatever reason. He's just snappy. Only girl who's ever loved him is his mother.
xxxxxxHe DID need to cool it with the disrespect, though. His brother, Bullhead, was as stupid as they came, but even he had the sense to obey the overseer. Whatever. He didn't care enough. He'd find a way around the system someday. If the rest of his family didn't want to follow in his footsteps, he'd be devastated, but he'd understand such reluctance. You leave and get caught, you die.
xxxxxx"Move out, guys. C'mon. Boss man's gonna have my head if y'all don't get the hell up."

[broner]

𝚁𝙸𝙵𝚃
__________________
male|seawing|11|sea border|tags;open
Oy, what a massive pain in the ass. The overseer of Rift's subsection had caught on to his shenanigans not even a week prior, and here he was, sneaking off to who knows where. It was really too bad. He kind of wished he could've taken his girl out with him, but she was a bit too much of a risk. Hell, he had no clue where he was headed anyway. Just getting the hell out of dodge, frankly.
There was no way he was going back to be bossed around. Liberty or death, yeah? But a lone SeaWing outside of his own territory was sure to grab some attention. He knew no NightWing wanted to be assigned the smelly fishing crew that were the SeaWings, and, more specifically, his and a couple other subsections. As a result, they usually took outside business themselves. Anything to get out of there.
A SeaWing out here, alone, was sure to grab some unwanted attention. He hovered by the border, unsure of what he was going to do. If he stepped over, he was officially a refugee. He'd heard of a resistance, sure, but... he had no clue where to start. The whole point of them was to stay hidden and unnoticed by any outsiders. And frankly, he wasn't too keen on the idea of being bossed around by some different guy from a different organization in the same way. He took a breath and dove into the river, pushing himself upstream.

𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝚃
__________________
male|ice/sea/sky|8|upper sky territory|tags; reaper
"Oh, I'm still tired," Sleet assured his mate, stretching his wings. "I'm gonna give you hell later." He tapped the ground thoughtfully, and scratched out a crude approximation of a map of Pyrrhia. "A SeaWing on foot wouldn't stand a chance against us in terms of speed. One in the air can't keep up either. If he's in the water, though... ah, we'd be screwed. Since I'm gonna go ahead and assume he's not a dumbass, he's likely in this river here, connecting to the MudWing border that feeds into the delta." Sleet scrawled a circle onto his illustration, indicating the area. "If we're lucky, we can meet him halfway 'round the jungle in a day or so. If we're feelin' like eating this week, we need'a get a move on." He checked the sun's progress in the sky. 'Bout an hour past dawn. Gotta go now if we're gonna make any progress. Another day, another hit, another trip across the continent. At least he had his man to make it bearable.

[AGGUA!]

REAPER
Male | Ice/Night/Sand | Assassin | Tags: Sleet
xxxxxx"Try me, brat," Reaper snorted, nudging him in the shoulder so that the hybrid had space to look at what Sleet was scratching into the dirt. Reaper craned his head so he could see things just a little bit better. It looked more like a bloated whale with wings than an actual map of the land, but it wasn't like he could do any better. He knew where they were and where they needed to go, so frankly, the whole thing was fine. "I'd say that's probably our best bet. You wouldn't see a lone SeaWing flying around in broad daylight outside of their faction's border." It was safe to assume he at least had his wits about him. The SkyWing that had orchestrated the hit had said that the subsection he originated from had been kicking up some trouble. Hadn't been meeting their quota. Overseer had gotten more and more pissed, had received heat from the SeaWing general, and the news had made its way to the Sky kingdom. Now, it seemed as though one dissenter in particular had skipped town.
xxxxxxMaybe it was more personal than that, but they weren't ones to question clients on motives. As long as they got paid, they'd do it. "I doubt he has anywhere else to go, other than Jade Mountain. Assuming he's making his way there via water, he'd be passing through that general area." Reaper swept his talons through the dirt, hiding any evidence that they'd been there, plotting. "Eating would be nice. You know how things get when I'm hungry." He shot Sleet a smirk, slinging a small bag over his shoulders. Between the two of them, they shared a few small daggers, throwing stars, and the usual meat, though they'd been running low. Small enough that it wouldn't catch anyone's attention but large enough to carry what they needed. "You can take the lead on this one."

Muskellunge
Male | MudWing | Miner | Tags: Open
xxxxxxTheir overseer hadn't been kind about letting their subsection sleep in today. Muskie had awoken to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, sirens raising to a shrill cry, letting the whole damn faction know that they had to get their asses up. Opening one blue eye blearily, Muskie glanced around, attempting to locate the rest of his siblings through the haze. All five of his brothers had dogpiled into a single mud pit, while his favorite sister, Bullfrog, yawned against him. Mumbling cusses under his breath, Muskie reluctantly raised his head from the mud, the very action taking each bit of strength. They'd worked overtime yesterday in order to hit their quota, and though today would be easier, his muscles ached.
xxxxxxShaking out his wings, his talons grabbed at the grass, hauling the rest of his bulk out of the swamp and onto squishy land. Mud slid off his warm scales in globs, which felt amazing, but he took care to make sure the rest of his siblings were getting up with him. God, he didn't want to head back down there again. He couldn't stand their overseer, a snappy, stout NightWing named Earthshaker or something. Chasmbreaker? He didn't care enough. He got off on punishing him for dumb crap. Muskellunge couldn't spend his break how he wanted to, apparently. Conversing with some of the other girls? No. Absolutely not allowed. For whatever reason. He's just snappy. Only girl who's ever loved him is his mother.
xxxxxxHe DID need to cool it with the disrespect, though. His brother, Bullhead, was as stupid as they came, but even he had the sense to obey the overseer. Whatever. He didn't care enough. He'd find a way around the system someday. If the rest of his family didn't want to follow in his footsteps, he'd be devastated, but he'd understand such reluctance. You leave and get caught, you die.
xxxxxx"Move out, guys. C'mon. Boss man's gonna have my head if y'all don't get the hell up."

[broner]

𝚁𝙸𝙵𝚃
__________________
male|seawing|11|sea border|tags;open
Oy, what a massive pain in the ass. The overseer of Rift's subsection had caught on to his shenanigans not even a week prior, and here he was, sneaking off to who knows where. It was really too bad. He kind of wished he could've taken his girl out with him, but she was a bit too much of a risk. Hell, he had no clue where he was headed anyway. Just getting the hell out of dodge, frankly.
There was no way he was going back to be bossed around. Liberty or death, yeah? But a lone SeaWing outside of his own territory was sure to grab some attention. He knew no NightWing wanted to be assigned the smelly fishing crew that were the SeaWings, and, more specifically, his and a couple other subsections. As a result, they usually took outside business themselves. Anything to get out of there.
A SeaWing out here, alone, was sure to grab some unwanted attention. He hovered by the border, unsure of what he was going to do. If he stepped over, he was officially a refugee. He'd heard of a resistance, sure, but... he had no clue where to start. The whole point of them was to stay hidden and unnoticed by any outsiders. And frankly, he wasn't too keen on the idea of being bossed around by some different guy from a different organization in the same way. He took a breath and dove into the river, pushing himself upstream.

𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝚃
__________________
male|ice/sea/sky|8|upper sky territory|tags; reaper
Reaper was clearly ready to go, so Sleet didn't argue. About that, specifically. 'Cause he needed something to complain about this morning regardless. "Hey, asshat, I'm pretty sure you owe me some food. You eat like a damn whale. Least you could do is catch me some breakfast." He knew he was being a whiny bottom, but that was nothing new. "You're clearly the provider in this relationship. I can fit in small places. Probably shouldn't be the case."
He could hear the reply before it was given. Wow, maybe if we did our damn jobs we could eat like kings. Now how could we achieve this? Yeah yeah. The client shouldn't come before your boyfriend, in his opinion.

[AGGUA!]

REAPER
Male | Ice/Night/Sand | Assassin | Tags: Sleet
xxxxxxReaper rolled his eyes, turning away from the horizon and fixing Sleet with a look. He already had a reply on his tongue, but his boyfriend probably already had it running through his mind. We eat when we finish the job. To which Sleet would reply 'how predictable,' before resuming his bellyaching. "A body like this needs the food, babe. You're insufferable." They were on a tight schedule, after all. Stick to it, or fly on empty stomachs? If he had to put up with the complaining the entire flight over the sea, Reaper might actually lose it. God, one would need the patience of a saint.
xxxxxxThe two stared at each other for a few solid minutes, but Reaper knew this was an argument he'd lose. "You have such a dirty mouth," he muttered. "Fine! We'll HUNT before we leave, then. And I do mean we. No sitting on your ass while I do all the heaving lifting. I'm your partner, not your servant." Not that Sleet would object to that dynamic. He licked his lips, mouth dry all of the sudden. Shaking out the thought, brushed past the other hybrid, spiked tail trailing beneath his chin. "But I swear to God, if we run into a bunch of faction SkyWings and cause an uproar, you're gonna be in so much trouble."

Muskellunge
Male | MudWing | Miner | Tags: Open
xxxxxxTheir overseer hadn't been kind about letting their subsection sleep in today. Muskie had awoken to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, sirens raising to a shrill cry, letting the whole damn faction know that they had to get their asses up. Opening one blue eye blearily, Muskie glanced around, attempting to locate the rest of his siblings through the haze. All five of his brothers had dogpiled into a single mud pit, while his favorite sister, Bullfrog, yawned against him. Mumbling cusses under his breath, Muskie reluctantly raised his head from the mud, the very action taking each bit of strength. They'd worked overtime yesterday in order to hit their quota, and though today would be easier, his muscles ached.
xxxxxxShaking out his wings, his talons grabbed at the grass, hauling the rest of his bulk out of the swamp and onto squishy land. Mud slid off his warm scales in globs, which felt amazing, but he took care to make sure the rest of his siblings were getting up with him. God, he didn't want to head back down there again. He couldn't stand their overseer, a snappy, stout NightWing named Earthshaker or something. Chasmbreaker? He didn't care enough. He got off on punishing him for dumb crap. Muskellunge couldn't spend his break how he wanted to, apparently. Conversing with some of the other girls? No. Absolutely not allowed. For whatever reason. He's just snappy. Only girl who's ever loved him is his mother.
xxxxxxHe DID need to cool it with the disrespect, though. His brother, Bullhead, was as stupid as they came, but even he had the sense to obey the overseer. Whatever. He didn't care enough. He'd find a way around the system someday. If the rest of his family didn't want to follow in his footsteps, he'd be devastated, but he'd understand such reluctance. You leave and get caught, you die.
xxxxxx"Move out, guys. C'mon. Boss man's gonna have my head if y'all don't get the hell up."