Last of Your Kind (Dragon Roleplay) **ACCEPTING**

[QUITTING! BYE!]

Cernuus

"New rule." He grunted, glancing around at both of them. "Always watch where you're going while flying."


Felmun

He squealed at Cernuus' words delightfully, tackling Illumina to the ground playfully, totally disregarding everything he said.

[ghostie..]

Illumina
She squeals in delight and pushes Felmun off, only to tackle him back, tumbling in the grass with him.

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan squeaked and climbed up to Sythr's back.

[QUITTING! BYE!]

Cernuus

He shook his head, rolling to his feet and shaking off the dirt. He stretched out his wings, letting the dust roll off of them. He snarled as a throb of pain shot up his left wing, and it went numb, sagging to the ground. "Broken." He said, beginning to claw his way back up to the branch.


Felmun

He squeaked when they finally came to a stop, growling when Illumina ended up on top of him. He pushed her off, leaping into the grass.

[ghostie..]

Illumina
She growls in victory, and struts around in a circle before diving in after him.

Jackson
He gasps at the sudden pain in his back, and contacts Cernuus. What happened?

Sythr
She hums softly, letting the hatchling know it's safe to be on the ground.

[QUITTING! BYE!]

Cernuus

Fell off a branch. He replied, his tail twitching. Wing's broken.

[ghostie..]

Jackson
He exhales, alright. I'm on my way.

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan chirped and looked down at the ground, he was slowly growing accustomed to the cold.

[QUITTING! BYE!]

Felmun

He trampled the grass as he went, and hearing Illumina behind him, he turned around, jumping over her and crashed through more grass on the right.


Cernuus

Sorry. He grunted, still annoyed with Felmun and his reckless flying. He kept his head up, watching the tall grass be flattened as the two played.

[ghostie..]

Illumina
She skids to a stop, then spins and chases him. His trail was easy to follow since he trampled everything in his path. Hearing a chirp, she skids to a stop and looks at a tiny cricket in front of her claws. She goes into a pounce formation, then chases after the cricket as it jumps away from her.

Sythr
She softly blew some steam on the hatchling to keep him warm