♆ - wings of war [dragon roleplay] [closed]

[Asherwy]

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a submissive but
angry soul

Name » Atsuo Choukichi
Age » Nineteen
Gender » Male
Dwelling » Earth
Dragon » None
Persona » Slave

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Crush » None
Family » Gone
Skin » Pale
Eyes » Pale green
Strengths » Stamina, stealth, sharp senses
Weaknesses » Strength, power
Dislikes » The prince

[karkadorr]

一
episode one

all four characters are on the backs of dragons.

the prince is chasing the warrior on her dragon.
the slave is on the underside of the warrior's dragon.
the runaway is within 3 miles of the trio on her own dragon.
the warrior is fleeing the prince - heading southwards beyond the kingdoms.

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うなばら
ほたる
[unabara hotaru]
tagged; zhahan, atsuo
companion; triton the
sea-dragon
persona; the warrior
weapon; double-headed
axe
mood; foul
love interest; none

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Hotaru glared behind her, eyes boring holes into the prince of the sky-dwellers that was chasing after her. Just great. Right after escaping that horrible mountain cage she had to get the royal heir come after her; not to mention, there was something that was dragging Triton down. No doubt, it was a stowaway, gripping tightly to the rear end of her dragon. "I'll deal with you later," she snarled at the haggard boy. Raising her double-headed axe, carved by the most skilled ocean-dwelling weaponry specialists, she pointed it to the prince's form on his own dragon, as if issuing a challenge. Triton was not built for speed in the air, but speed in water, but she would make do with what she had. Turning back around she plunged her dragon downwards, spiralling steeply, pulling up at the last moment to avoid hazardous rocky peaks. The chase was bringing them over the fire-dwelling kingdoms, making them travel much farther beyond the boundaries of the four regions. They were heading south. Triton gave a little grunt - an early sign that in about an hour they would have to stop and rest. Hopefully within that timeframe she would be able to shake of the sky-dwelling prince and his dragon.

[karkadorr]

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[Rated R]

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name| zhahan
age| twenty-one
gender| male
role| the prince
dragon| zephyr

doing| chasing hotaru
mood| frustrated
tagged| hotaru

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➳ Zhahan urged Zephyr forward, but his loyal, pure white dragon needed no urging - she was already on it. She slowly began to tense her wings and bring them closer, only to propel them forward with much more ease. Zhahan only gave a half smirk and raised his eyebrows as he saw the warrior threaten him with both her words and her weapon. "Throw it," he challenged, his smirk still evident as his mount quickened her pace. "You'll only be weaponless then." While Zhahan was frustrated on the inside by this stupid antic the warrior had to do to cause him to have to deal with her, on the outside he showed a confident, determined, and kind of intimidating young adult male. As the warrior attempted to plunge her already tired looking dragon down, Zhahan noticed a shape underneath the dragon looking quite like a human, and he managed to get Zephyr to go quicker. A sound, like a grunt, emerged from the warrior's mount, and Zhahan smiled. His thoughts were now affirmed: her dragon was slowing, growing tired. "You better just give up before your dragon collapses of exhaustion, sweetheart," said Zhahan with a warning tone and in such a sugarcoated manner. "Don't you care the least for him?" As if that wasn't enough emotional blackmail, Zhahan sighed and called out as she raced ahead, "I'll make them be easy on you if you just come with me."

[karkadorr]

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うなばら
ほたる
[unabara hotaru]
tagged; zhahan
companion; triton the
sea-dragon
persona; the warrior
weapon; double-headed
axe
mood; foul
love interest; none

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Honestly. Sky-dwellers really were the most arrogant little twitheads; Hotaru knew that no one in the Earth nor the Ocean-dwelling kingdoms would dare react in that arrogant way to a warrior of her calibre. Though of course the sky-dwellers weren't to blame - they were born with their heads up in the clouds. And this boy! This prince. Ha. Did he not understand the implication of a challenge? Of course she wasn't going to throw the damned axe; how stupid did he think she was? And that little smirk that was plastered onto his angular face just made her rage inside. This little pampered brat who lived in the royal courts of the Sky-dwellers had no right to actually chase down a sea-dragon, whether they were travelling in air or sea. Then again, she had no idea what type of training his dragon or even himself might have gone through. Nevertheless, the one thing she had learnt in training is to never underestimate your enemy. "You underestimate my dragon's power," she growled back, her eyes seething with disdain. "Who would want to go back to that mountainside hole you call your home? Let alone with a half-baked prince." Admittedly, that last comment wasn't needed but her hotheaded disposition was being triggered by the prince. She urged Triton on, and he responded with a thrust of power (probably using some of his reserve strength) and pushed on through the low-lying clouds, heading further away from the regions of the four kingdoms.

[Rated R]

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name| zhahan
age| twenty-one
gender| male
role| the prince
dragon| zephyr

doing| chasing hotaru
mood| frustrated
tagged| hotaru

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➳ He chuckled at the response from the warrior. "Half-baked?" repeated Zhahan with an air that clearly demonstrated that he didn't really care what the warrior thought of him. "Are you referring to yourself? Because you're clearly not a prince...though I can't say you were wrong about the other part." Zhahan laughed slightly as he saw her dragon push further into the lower clouds. As the couple flew farther from any recognizable territory, Zephyr let out a roar that sounded quite menacing up in the sky. Her wings beat with a quicker intensity that propelled her and Zhahan forward. She wasn't very tired yet: her muscles had only just started getting the sensation of mild soreness, but she pushed through because it was her duty and her training caused her to think in a way that allowed her to forget any sort of pain. Meanwhile, on her back, Zhahan called out in front, "C'mon sweetheart. You should take a break and rest that pretty little head of yours." He had changed his tone and it sounded quite kind surprisingly. It was a tactic that had worked with another prisoner a few months ago- a young and female prisoner who had fancied the prince obviously and fell for it. For some reason though, Zhahan had doubts that his seductive swooning tactic would work with this warrior. When it all comes down to it, they'd stop when one of their dragons puffs out of energy.

[karkadorr]

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うなばら
ほたる
[unabara hotaru]
tagged; zhahan, atsuo
companion; triton the
sea-dragon
persona; the warrior
weapon; double-headed
axe
mood; foul
love interest; none

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Maybe constantly living at high altitudes messed with his brain. Seriously? He though Hotaru was talking about herself? What an idiot. She tossed him a dirty look with her steel eyes; a genetic trait belonging to the Ocean-dwellers. And that arrogant little airhead should really stop calling her sweetheart - it was really very irritating. Did that really work on people? Hotaru couldn't imagine what kind of stupid halfwits would be able to succumb to this insufferable man. She was far out of reach of the mountains; why didn't he just let her go? Surely the Sky-dwellers had plenty of other prisoners-of-war. And not to mention the extra weight from the lone figure clinging to Triton was slowing them down. She would have to stop soon, unless they could shake off whatever person was escaping from the Sky-dwellers as well. "Hey! You!" she yelled at the figure, twisting around to let her voice be heard despite the wind. "Who said you could hitch a ride on my dragon? If you haven't noticed, your dear prince back there is chasing me down and you're likely to be a fine substitute for me. Jump off - I'm sure this noble aristocrat will catch you." As is her motto to never let words be unfollowed by an action, she spun Triton around, cutting through the currents of wind and slicing the air, twisting and turning. Obviously this was intended to make a very uncomfortable ride for whatever hitchhiker was on the dragon's backside.

[Asherwy]

atsuo choukichi

Ugh. Clinging underneath a dragon was disgusting-especially a dragon that swam in the sea. Luckily the owner of this one scraped off the barnacles that developed on most dragons. Both hands on the saddle straps that hugged the bely of the dragon, the rest of his body dangled in the air, the ground inching closer as the fellow escapee lowered the altitude. He was listening in on their conversation, and it was amusing despite the situation he was in. Two prisoners being chased by the sky prince didn't happen everyday. Jerking in surprise at the booming voice of the ocean warrior, he cursed under his breath, she must've noticed how there was deadweight on her dragon. To be honest he was a little sorry for doing that to this poor creature, but he had to escape somehow. Being locked in a sky prison with overly-arrogant 'humans' had to be worse than death. "Who says he's only chasing me?! I hate the sky-dwellers as much as you do, perhaps even more!" He shouted over the rushing wind, he decided to see if he could help shake this bastard of a prince off. Leaving one hand holding on, he reached down and slipped out a dagger he had stolen on the way out of prison. Biting the blade, he returned both hands to the straps and headed towards the back of the dragon, taking out the blade and aimed at the prince-dragon's chest, releasing once he pinned it down. Atsu hardly ever missed his shots but they were in the air and the prince could always dodge the blade, but he hoped that it would at least nick some part of his dragon. If not, he always had five more tucked in his belt.

[Just B E .]

.: Medeiria Belerithe
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.: With Fangol
.: Doing Flying
.: Tags None
.: Role The Runaway

The violent wind lashed through Medeiria's chocolate locks as she rode atop her black dragon, Fangol. Nothing much was happening that particular day, so he had made the frequent decision to utilize her companion's flying capabilities to get a view of the land about her, not checking for anything specifically. She rubbed her free hand over Fangol's large black scales, the rough surface familiar to her. She had been feeling that same rough armor for what seemed to her like ages. Absentmindedly, her hand left the neck of her beast and found it straying toward the low clouds above. The mist wafted over her calloused hand, cooling it. It had been warm from being in contact with Fangol for long periods of time, likely attributed to his being a fire dragon. That was one thing they had in common, they both had backgrounds of fire. Medeiria was born in the fire kingdom and had lived there for a long time. Then she had become the runaway, robber. She had obtained Fangol in a way that was not innocent. In fact, she had stolen him. However, he had taken an immediate liking to her and their friendship was deep. She put her extended hand back onto Fangol's neck. Small swirls of steam rose as the water from the clouds fused with the hot scales. She could feel his muscles working properly under the armor as they sped through the sky, ready for whatever that day brought. In the distance, only a few miles away, a few strange moving specks dotted the horizon. Curious, she headed toward the dots, wondering what they could be.

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name| zhahan
age| twenty-one
gender| male
role| the prince
dragon| zephyr

doing| chasing the two
mood| annoyed
tagged| hotaru, atsuo

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➳ Zhahan rolled his eyes at the lack of response from the warrior, but soon he heard her speak once again, although this time the disagreeable barking coming from her mouth was not aimed at Zhahan himself. In fact, she seemed to be yelling at a figure that had hitched a ride on her dragon. So that dark shape was another escapee! This was both good and bad news in itself: if the hitchhiker refuses to leave the ocean dweller's dragon, they would probably have to stop soon due to the dragon's exhaustion, but now Zhahan had to keep an eye on two escapees. The figure stepped into broad daylight on the dragon and Zhahan recognized the face as one of the prisoners of war: a land-dweller to be exact. Once the man's hand reached under his belt, Zhahan knew what was coming and he could feel his mount tense up at the sight of the movement. Zephyr had been trained to recognize potential threats and this action was clearly a threat to the safety of her master.

"Looks like you've got back-up, huh?" called Zhahan to the warrior girl in reference to this land-dweller. As soon as the blade's shining glint began tumbling towards Zhahan and Zephyr, the white sky dragon roared and swerved down, narrowly missing the blade. Zephyr pumped her wings and eyed the man with the weapons, growling fiercely. With a laugh, Zhahan looked down to see uninhabited terrain. If someone fell off their dragon from this height and at this speed, they'd have to suffer serious injuries at the very least, if not death. "Say, you're better off just pushing this hitchhiker off of your dragon. It'll do both you and me a favour, hmm?" suggested Zhahan with a twinkle in his eye. He knew that she would understand what he meant: if she got the land-dweller to fall off of her dragon, for her, a burden would be lifted off of her already tired dragon and for Zhahan, a prisoner of war would be left for dead. Just as collateral damage.