Feywings ~RP~

Arger Stenbeck, a stocky earth dragon with a gray, rock-like body stood nearby the other Renegades on this raid, giving a snort of disapproval as two young dragons got into a needless tussle as the silver one pounced on the tail of a black one. Shaking his large head at spyral -- the silver fire dragon who was somewhat stocky compared to the normally serpentine fire dragons Arger had known -- being disappointed by the youngling's frivolous games. He understood that normally, Kurai, the black air dragon who had much less mass than spyral, was rather calm, but was often the target of the silver's playful antics.

Those two are going to get us killed someday, Arger thought, his small stump of a tail twitching in annoyance. Well, at least Spyral will. If it wasn't for Corvus, we'd be dead already. Walking over to the older black dragon Corvus, who had indeed seen his fair share of battles and raids with the Feywings, Arger brought up the youngsters quietly.

"May I ask why we brought along those two again?" Arger asked the thin air dragon, "mostly the silver one, to be honest. He simply does not seem fit for this kind of thing."

 

"Home is where I do belong. Sharing comfort with my Song. Oh how my heart does swell! For here I am and all is well."

The deep voiced song bounced through the cave, the echos granting it an almost orchestral sound. It continued its merry way before finally reaching the ears of a slender white dragon that lay at rest. Sonye raised her head and replied in a melodious voice to complete the duet.

"Welcome love from depths of life. This is your beloved wife. Oh how my heart does swell! For here I am and all is well."

The echo followed the reverse path as the one before, reaching the muscular, luminescent Spectre. He gave out a sigh of content and entered into the cave. After traversing the short passage, he came upon the white dragon which he then nestled beside softly. "You depart early?" Sonye asked after some time.

"Yes." The nearly translucent dragon replied with a sigh. "The Wing Guard are moving and I wish to learn of their intentions. Perhaps spare some poor soul's life."

"Do try to save the world while you are away." She replied with a damsel-in-distress kind of tone. It was one of her many ways to declare her dislike for the new order.

Second-in-Command Darkus Spectre arose from his rest and moved back for the passage. "I will return." And with that, he disappeared down the passage.

 

Standing next to Snowtail was a small-medium sized green-scaled dragon. He watched as the older dragon paced back and forth, waiting for the rest of the dragons. To Hiruk, Snowtail was a strong dragon that he had much respect for, but he could be very impatient at times. Though at this moment, he understood why the water was like that. Corvus and his Renegades were currently raiding the area and they were in charge of stopping them.

"Snowtail it is your call when we fly." Hiruk told the old water. "You have more experience than all of us in battle, so if you think we should fly, then we will."

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With the annoyance of the two young Renegades, the giant black dragon, known as Drevos Nitrex, snarled his breath at the two. Most of his headaches have came directly from the bigger of the two, whom was Spyral. Nitrex had no problem with Kurai, but Spyral had a very arrogant attitude that got onto a lot of the dragons' nerves. He simply looked away from the duo and stared at the leader who was in front of him. Of the few dragons that he actually respected, Corvus was obviously one of them. Even at dangerous times, he could keep his attitude calm and serious. Many of the Renegades wished that they could be like their leader, strong and respectable.

After listening to Arger, he couldn't help but grin. "Maybe if we are lucky the silver might get fatally injured." Nitrex said to the earth dragon as he went near him. "But seriously, we could use as much dragons as we need for these raids."

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Awaking from the sounds of flying outside his cave, the old gray-scaled dragon stretched out his wings, barely touching the cave wall. It was normal to hear the sounds of flying nowadays in Ceylarya, now that the war between the Feywings and Renegade started. Even though he was one of the oldest living dragons, Metonis Yevn had a hard time remembering when there was no wars and bloodshed. He slowly walked towards the ledge in front of his cave, avoiding any rocks in his way and laid down by it. He let the cool breeze touch the many scales on his body and let out a small sigh.

"Some days I miss the old days." Metonis said as he cackled at his "pun". Even though many dragons flew in the sky, none of them were there to visit him. He had lived by himself for a long time and only saw other dragons from afar. "I wish somebody would appear and visit me one day." He looked far away and stared at some dragons that were standing on a faraway ledge.

 

The young dragon had not been a part of the raiding party, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go. Xiax had followed Corvus and the others and helped in their raid, even if they hadn't known it. How I would enjoy seeing the look on Corvus' face were he to find me, but of course if that happened, I would be sent home, so I guess I will aid them like this, he thought to himself. He was the one who had injured the Imperial scout, though none of the other renegades even knew of the injured scout, it still felt good knowing he had damaged Tiberias' Empire.

 

Wind dragons were expert flyers. They moved so gracefully they were a marvel to look on. And then there was Spectre. Not only was he one of the most elite airborne creatures known to this world, but his radiant hide shimmered like the night sky dancing with northern lights. The civilians seeing him in the sky were always comforted by the beauty the second-in-command gave off as he danced across the sky.

He approached the raiding party's location just as they had begun to take flight. He wasn't too late, then. He flew higher up, and came twirling down, becoming almost a ribbon of luminescent nightfall in the sky. He dropped with such speed, he threatened to tear right through the band. Only twenty feet from the rear dragon, he leveled out flawlessly, soaring past the group and coming up next to Snowtail.

"What is the purpose of this escapade, Snowtail? Who gave you your orders and why was I not informed?" His voice was calm and stern, but gave off a feel of respect at the same time. Spectre made it a point to be show respect to all he speak to.

 

Kurishtala eagerly awaited the order from Snowtail to fly. As the old commander gave the order, the slim dragon ran forward, holding his wings tight to his body. As he approached the edge of the giant cliff, he jumped forward, his strong legs propelling him several body lengths. As he arched downward, he began to spin so that his body essentially became a seething blur of red, yellow, and orange. His body plummeted, the trees of the ground below becoming distinguished figures to him. As he neared the leaves and sharp branches holding them off the ground, Kurishtala extended his wings with amazing speed, immediately righting himself into a path parallel to the ground. Within merely one or two seconds, Kurishtala flapped his giant wings as hard as he could propelling him upwards seemingly against the force of gravity.

As he flew upwards, he accelerated, easily climbing back to the rest of the group. After his fanciful display of flying, he decided to keep steady with the group until they were to encounter the renegades...

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Arger simply nodded as Corvus spoke, not liking to agree with the point he made. The two dragons did need experience in battle, as much as the large earth dragon knew that they could be very well detriment everything the renegades hoped to accomplish. Well, Spyral could anyway.

However, there was the chance that Corvus was correct, and Kurai would be able to calm down his hyperactive friend. What were the chances of that, though?

 

'Why they brought Spyral, I don't know, Xiax thought to himself. Maybe they expected him to be a little more mature after this,but it probably won't work. It seemed like Spyral was never calm, even though Kurai tried to calm him down, it never worked. Xiax couldn't wait for the Imperial troops to get there, so he went a liitle ways ahead. He evaded calling them Feywing because, in truth, he was one, though he was still a rebel. Anyway, what he saw did not please him. Two high ranking enemies were heading this way. They may not be able to see him, but they would most likely get a lucky strike were he to attack them, and then it would all be over. He had to warn the others.

" Corvus!" He yelled as he approached the raiding party, revealing himself." Both of the Wing Guards, Snowtail and Hiruk are coming for a counter attack. We have to prepare for all out battle," he told them.

 

"I guess it is time to fly." Hiruk announced as he flew off the ledge, following the other Wing Guard before him. Being a wind dragon, he caught up to Snowtail in a matter of seconds. As they are flying in the sky going towards the direction of the raid, he looked behind the group and saw a fast-paced dragon flying at them. At that speed Hiruk knew that the dragon was the Feywing's second-in-command, Spectre. "Why hello there Spectre." The slightly older wind dragon greeted the younger. "As a simple answer to your question, the Renegades are currently raiding villages and some of our Feywings have been killed as well."

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Having nothing to do, Metonis quietly watched the faraway dragon, as they paced themselves on the cliff. Soon a lone dragon took off into the air, with others closely following behind the first. One of the smaller dragons soared quickly towards the former, as though those two were in charge. "Seems like that group has something important to do." Metonis said to himself as he watched the 'show'. "I can't put my claw on it, but it feels like I know who that group is."

As soon as he finished his sentence, a small black dot far behind them caught Metonis' attention. As it got closer to them, his old eyes could see that the dragon has a glorious color that would catch anyone's attention. The old water then knew who the dragon was. "It can't be!" He screamed from his cliff as he stood up from remembering who they were. "It's the Feywing Spectre! Then that means those are the Feywings, but what are they doing?" He looked over towards the direction they were heading, hoping to see what they were searching for.

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"You are right Corvus, I am sorry." Nitrex aplogized to their leader, not wanting to make him angry. Corvus did have a point to the small speech he made. The two young dragons were a good pair; one being the calm and cautious, while the other was aggressive and areckless. "Those two will have a great future indeed if they remain good friends." He calmly said, showing a little bit of care for the two young ones.

Suddenly, a dragon came out of nowhere and flew at the group of Renegades, but it was an ally. Nitrex didn't care that Xiax was hding himself, he only cared about the thing he said. The two wing guard of the Feywings were heading their way, hoping to stop their raid. He wanted to say something about it, but he waited silently waiting for Corvus to state what the Renegades should do.

 

It took Xiax a second to register that Corvus intended to fight. It shouldn't have surprised him, but it seemed a little daring to face both Wing Guards, even with Corvus with them. Corvus had already made his decision though, so he got ready for a battle.

 

Arger's stump of a tail twitched as he heard the news about the Feywing raid. Those shinyscales would definitely be sorry if any of them landed. However, Arger had learned how to fend off flying dragons, so he presumed that he would have no problem, especially if the other Renegades brought their enemy to the ground. "Right behind you, Corvus," Arger said, going towards the front of the group, "those shinyscales only think that they're so much greater."

Looking towards the sky, Arger could see the hordes of dragons coming over the horizon. He knew that this battle would soon start, and he would be at a supreme disadvantage, at least at first. He gave a low-pitched rumbled in anticipation, the sound more easily felt than heard, even by dragons.

 

He listened with respect, not being perturbed by Hiruk's bump into the conversation or Snowtail's shimmer of annoyance. He could understand the old white dragon's feelings, as his job was simply to follow orders. Soldiers never like to be questioned. But Spectre needed to know.

"I apologize for my bluntness, I meant no offense." He would have continued had his eagle-like eyes not picked up on the Renegades. It was too late to leave now... what would they think if the Second in Command abandoned with battle minutes away?

He let out a light sigh. He did not like combat much... especially given his somewhat neutral nature. "I suppose I am to do battle with you." He said it loud enough for the other Feywings to hear.

 

He noticed the appearance of irritation within Snowtail for a moment when he cut in, so Hiruk decided not to get the older dragon more annoyed. For future events, he should remember to not get on Snowtail's bad side, or things could go bad. When Spectre said that we would join them, the wind let out a snicker of some sort.

"Having the Second-in-Command to fly with us is an honor." Hiruk said with a proud smile. "But we still have to be cautious when he meet the Renegades, they could have some tactics of their own." This was true, despite Corvus being brutal, Hiruk knew that he the former would pull some tricks on them.

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As Corvus and the others were getting ready to fight the Feywings, Nitrex flew over to the two young Renegades. As he flew next to them, he noticed that Kurai appeared to be a little nervous. It was natural for a young dragon like him to be nervous, since it was his first raid.

"Do not worry Kurai," Nitrex reassured Kurai as he could see some small dots in the horizon flying toward them. "Just play it smart when we meet the Feywings and try not to get killed." He turned his attention away from the nervous and looked over at the overly-excited dragon. "Spyral, we know you are excited, but try not to screw up, okay?" Nitrex let out a small grin at Spyral as he messed with him verbally. Despite the way he talked to Spyral sometimes, he had high expectations for him, Kurai as well. Looking straight forward at the dots growing larger, Nitrex snarled his nose, showing it as a sign of being ready to kill some Feywings.

 

As the others were preparing for battle, Xiax couldn't help but feel impatient. He didn't see why they had to wait for the Feywings to get to them. He decided that it would be easier for the others if the enemies were already hurt before they even got to them. He flew towards the Imperial party, cloaked himself, and started spitting fireballs at them. It was almost funny, seeing the enemy randomly ducking and dodging.

 

Kurishtala looked down to see the renegade force coming straight for them, seeming to have little to no strategy. However, as he looked towards them, balls of fire seemed to be coming out of thin air. "Curse those Renegades!" he yelled, changing his trajectory almost straight up. He rose like a missile, high above the rest of the Feywings. He then stopped his ascent to hover, overlooking the battlefield. After only half a second, he discerned the source of the phantom flames. He began his descent, at first simply putting his wings against his body, dropping like a lump of disconnected tissue. Then he straightened out, making sure to follow the source of the attacks.

He began his spin, descending like some gyrating projectile. As he spun, he began letting out a steady flame, enveloping his body in a spiral of flames, jetting out from the back of his body like some infernal tornado. Still able to see forward, he fell to the level of the attack, then began to rotate around, as if in a gravitational pull let out by whatever it was that was letting out the attacks. Closer... Faster...
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Arger looked towards the battle unfolding itself in the sky. Another renegade, Xiax originally showed to have a good plan by cloaking himself, but immediately threw that advantage away by spitting fireballs. Arger shook his head, disappointed. Looking away for a moment, he noticed that one of his allies brought a Feywing to the ground. Now was his chance. Arger ran towards this grounded dragon, who was currently wrestling the other renegade, who saw Arger running. Finally, this battle would come to the one dragon who had a disadvantage, or so it would seem at first.

Arger jumped onto the Feywing as his ally flew off, his massive weight aiding his advantage on the ground. Arger easily overcame his opponent, a giant claw crashing down on the Feywing's teal, scaled face, the shine dimming with the grime. Arger quickly jumped off, waiting for the next grounded Feywing to come.

 

One of the younger troops, probably his first battle, gave into his eagerness. He flew ahead of the rest of the attack force only to be grounded by skilled renegade. Before anything could be done about it, a large dragon with nearly no tail overcame the young one. He searched for glory and obtained his end.

Spectre would have mourned the loss of one so young, so much life ahead, had it not been for the battle. A renegade that was slightly broken from the pack cloaked himself, proving an annoying threat. It would be difficult to tag a cloaked dragon. Suddenly flames shot from nowhere. All advantage that dragon had was instantly thrown away. One of the Feywings immediately countered with a spectacular display of firepower. The battle had officially begun.

Flying lower with excellent skill, he released a jet of flames at the large one that had killed the young one. Not so much as to harm him, but more of a warning shot. His magnificent star-lit body continued it's dance through the sky, as if threatening to tear the air away and to replace it with the deepness of a moonlit night. With speed and skill he flew close enough to the other Renegades as to be heard but far enough away as to be able to maneuver around any attack. Not that he needed the distance to do that.

"Submit now and spare the needless bloodshed, I wish to see no more die and I feel you do not either. Surrender now or we will be forced to take you." It was his first combat speech. Short, sweet and to the point. It was a strange feeling giving such requests knowing well they would most definitely do no such thing. But he needed to offer some of them the chance, perhaps those two younglings. They could not be any older than thirty a piece. Whether the renegades were getting desperate or they were so cruel as to employ such young ones was a mystery. Spectre shook his head as he realized what he was feeling. He did not want to see harm come to these two for some reason he could not explain. Maybe it was one of those parental reflexes. Being a father must be getting to him, he hadn't even seen his son in almost forty years.

 

With a swift move of his wings, Hiruk avoided the barrage of fireballs that came from thin air. It was pointless for that Renegade to remain hidden if he was attacking them out in the open. He looked over at the second-in-command, who quickly flew off and attacked a dragon that killed a Feywing. The wind dragon grinned a little at the sight of Spectre giving a short speech, but he knew that it wouldn't stop the Renegades.

Hiruk soared down looking at some straying Renegades, who were eager to fight, so why not bring the fight to them. The Wing Guard took a deep breath, puffing his cheeks to expand his air capacity. When releasing the air, a barrage of spherical fire spew out of his mouth, heading straight towards the Renegades, except these fireballs were different than normal ones. These ones were smaller, being half the size of a usual fireball, but also being more quick. When Hiruk was younger his grandfather taught him to concentrate on his fireballs being smaller and quicker, so the attacks would be more precise and be more painful. Just like Spectre, this was a warning short to the opposing party. The fireballs were meant to burn, weaken, and scare the Renegades.

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As the Feywings got near their party, Nitrex noticed a small dot behind them slowly straying away. Noticing this, he soars off from the Renegades, getting a good distance from both parties. As he flies around the parties and heading towards the object, he notices fire being spewed out from both parties again. This raid would not end well, for either side since Spectre and Corvus were here. As he got near, he noticed the object was a dragon, more specifically a courier.

Looks like I found a new prey. Nitrex thought with a grin as he soared around him, trying to not alert anyone. It would have been bad if he never noticed this courier. If he hadn't, the dragon would have probably went back to get more Feywings to aid them, outnumbering the Renegades. With every beat of his wings he got closer and closer to his prey, but not awaring him of his position. As he became a few feet away from him, Nitrex let out a small grin. "Goodbye Courier, have fun in hell." He bid the surprised dragon a farewell with a jab through the abdomen with his right claw, causing blood to rush out of the courier's body. To top it, Nitrex unleashed a blaze of flames into Selendrile's face, hopefully killing the courier without letting any Feywings notice him.