Wings of Fire roleplay: Our Destiny (CLOSED)

[Yveltal]

North - Six - Male - Looks

"Alright, alright." He stalked into the tunnel behind Frost, but stopped to glare in Reaper's face. "My tail is sensitive, anyway." He turned his gaze back to the dark tunnel, and ventured in. He spread his wings, the wingtips running along the rough walls. This is so damn stupid. We don't even know him! I guess I better be in his good side so he doesn't beat me to a pulp, though. He lifted his head, glancing at Reaper over his shoulder. "You were wondering what kind of hybrid I am. I'm an IceWing and NightWing."

[AGGUA!]

Reaper didn't say anything, but he still felt the icewing/nightwing staring at his back. "I've never been a fan of my tribe," he said simply. "But I suppose I can make an exception, for once. When he scanned North's thoughts, he had to keep himself from snickering. "It may be stupid, but it's better than sitting here waiting for the fight to come to us. And do you think we'll be prepared if that happens? No." But he appreciated the fact that the dragonet knew his place in line. Beat to a pulp INDEED.

[moondust405]

(Back!)
Frost sighed. "Come on, you guys. Stop acting like hatchlings."

[AGGUA!]

Reaper felt his face heat. "Get moving," he said coldly, daring not to look back at him or Frost. The rest of the dragonets filed through the tunnel, and, with one last look around the clearing, he dove into the black tunnel. He felt along the sides of the tunnel, making sure he didn't bang into a wall. When he saw light up ahead, he rushed towards it. Everyone greeted him, looking at him expectantly. "You'll be easier to spot in the desert," he whispered. "We're almost there, so try to stay hidden." Then he spread his wings, racing forward and launching into the sky, the darkness of the night swallowing him up. Reaper quickly turned on his heat pulse, making sure they knew where he was. Then he turned sharply, heading right for the direction of Queen Thorn's stronghold. Frost trusts me, right? Just PLEASE, nobody turn around and fly the other way... he begged. It wasn't an ideal location, but where he was actually going WAS.

(urmagosh ur back...
WHAT SHOW DID YOU WATCH?!?)

[moondust405]

Frost flicked an ear, making sure Arctic was secure before jumping after Reaper, still blended in.

[moondust405]

(Grimm)

[AGGUA!]

(Oh, never actually heard of that one)

Reaper spiraled downwards once they were within range of the guards' eye sights. He carefully and soundlessly landed on a dune, ducking behind a cactus and inching his way to the edge of the stronghold wall. This was the risky part. If he was seen, like he had been multiple times before, then they entire thing would fall apart. "Don't let them see you!" Reaper mouthed as the rest of the dragons landed on the dune.

[moondust405]

Frost nodded, although it couldn't be seen.
(It's really cool. Vesin, Grimms, it a complicated world. XD)

[AGGUA!]

It is, it is

Reaper inched along the side of the stronghold, inching his way closer to the entrance (DUN DUN DUN!!! REAPER HAS OFFICIALLY LOST HIS FREAKING MIND!!!) The stronghold gates were closed, but he found the cactus he had been looking for, with some of the thorns scraped off at the bottom. He started digging a large depression in the sand, hurrying so he wouldn't be seen, even if he was in the shadows. Then the sand gave way, revealing an opening. "This way! Hurry!" he whispered.

[moondust405]

Frost let her eyes be seen, blinking in confirmation.
(Grimm is very complicated. There's a magic stick that can heal anything.)