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Post by mothbae on May 28, 2021 17:55:34 GMT
A flurry of grass and a distressed snarl indicated the prescense of a dragonet, catching food for his gang. A leaf-shaped tail slammed against the sandy dunes of the bays shore. Jessamine was irritated, a bad time to try and speak to him. Pearly denticles clenched as he thought of the lost prey. A plump wildebeest was grazing earlier, and he had sent vines to retrieve it for him. He stepped on a twig while edging closer for his Leafspeak reach to be able to access the animal and it fleed. "By the Belladonnas!" he grumbled, turning back to continue being an edgelord LeafWing.
A murmur of suprise escaped his jaws as he spotted another. It was the same one! That dumbass wildebeest isnt getting away this time! He slowly edged forward, more careful this time. Hyping himself up, he struck, with a vine and his claws he snatched up the bovine, snapping its spine and roaring in triumph. "I CAUGHT THE ASSHOLE COW!" he shrieked, flying up into the air to do a happy loop-de-loop
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Post by Bronzewing on May 28, 2021 20:38:51 GMT
mothbaePhausis was not even close to being a dragonet. She was much past that age, being a much older dragon than the little whelps running around. She was not at all intimidated by kids- he had better things to do. Like, for example, whatever he was here for now. Sirex had asked him to do...something, but Phausis had a feeling that it was a lovely excuse for him to get out of the Hive for a bit. He wouldn't dare to complain. He admired the black dragon more than anything else- and if Sirex said Phausis, go out to Dragonfly Bay and...check around, well he sure would! The cries of a small child caught his attention- small children were always getting hurt, and there weren't enough in the Hive to fulfil his strange interest in watching. And so he stepped over, walking as childlike as he could, looking at the small- hm. That wasn't a SilkWing.
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Post by mothbae on May 28, 2021 20:50:19 GMT
Jessamine heard the rustling of the grass and he froze, dopping to the ground and crouching. A SilkWing! And it looked like they lived in a hive, aswell. Shit! Slowly backing up, a alarmed bray from a zebra rang across the grassy clearing. His heart thundered in his ears. The jig was up, he was caught. The mottled leafwing winced as her head snapped towards the fleeing zebra and to the faint green smudge in the mass of yellowish grass that hid him. What were they doing? The fuck? He watched their childlike movements with interest, blackish eyes tracking their every movement as they slowly stood, their skinny snout wrinkling with disgust. "Why are you walking like that? Is there something wrong with you?" he snapped, rearing his head sharply. Even the dragonet could tell something was up with the funnily-walking male [ Bronzewing - 145 Words] |
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Post by Bronzewing on May 30, 2021 4:15:11 GMT
mothbaePhausis, amused more than he had ever expected, couldn't help giving the dragonet a small smile. "Why, I'm just having a good time!" And then, to sound more like a child, she added "and that's uwu super poggers, right?" Phausis was great at being cool with the kids. Never mind that he never even had much of a childhood in general. "What do you mean? This is my normal walk!" he said, moving strangely a bit longer before just falling back into his usual stride. Would have been uncomfortable to keep up the dramatic walk the whole time, after all. "Now, what are you doing out here, all on your own!?"
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Post by mothbae on May 30, 2021 4:28:02 GMT
He was disgusted with his words, a shocked, fearful and disgusted mix of emotion welling up inside the skinny LeafWing. "What the fuck? What the actual fuck?" he spat. "The fuck is Poggers?" he snorted, scales a flurry of orange-green-orange-green as he darted sidewards, pearly denticles shimmering as he raised his lip in a snarl, stalking a few feet away to keep looking. "Go away, strange... thing" he mumbled, snapping his head back and giving a intimidating stare to the blue-and-white SilkWing dragon. A lash of his tail indicated a sign that he was getting to the point where he couldnt take anymore shit, focused on the task of getting food. He forgot that the SilkWing would probably report the LeafWing, oblivious to the shifty person and just focusing on the strange movements. [ Bronzewing - 136 Words] |
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Post by Bronzewing on May 30, 2021 20:59:23 GMT
mothbaePhausis rolled his eyes. Somebody who didn't know Poggers, the best term of all?...at least, it was when Phausis was young. These new kids, uncultured and running around like wild animals! How silly! And hah, what a small little dragon! Maybe he should tell Sirex about the existence of LeafWings. Oh, he would love to know! Especially since he could tell the queen and get...whatever Sirex wanted. Phausis really could care less, as long as he got some points in the rankings. But for now... "Looks like you don't know the recent kid slang, being out here for so long. What a shame!"
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Post by mothbae on Jun 20, 2021 0:58:51 GMT
"Listen, dumbass." Jessamine growled "I've been living out on the Open Fucking Savannah for like half my life. I dont have time for your catboy shit" the smaller LeafWing barked, ignoring the fact he was spotted by a SilkWing. "Shut. Shut your mouth. Shhhh. No. Shush little baby man. Shut it. Shhhut the fuck up." he held a talon to his face, making a shushing point. He came back to standing infront of Phausis and flicking a fly off his ear. "Unfortunate that you couldnt catch your special little LeafWing for your... How could i put this without being assassinated...? Unpleasant... queen" he laughed, narrowing his mahogany optics threatenigly. "Poor little SilkWing on the savannah! Unable to find his way home! Such a sob story..." he raised a pointed talon to his head making a dramatic gasping sound as he spread his wings. "Pffft! The look on your dumb little face." [ Bronzewing - 153 Words] |
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Post by Bronzewing on Jun 20, 2021 1:15:35 GMT
mothbaeHe was reminded why he did not like kids. Murder sounded very, very fun right about now. "And how long has your life been, hmm? A few days? Five years? You're a little hatchling." And they dared get close to him? He extended his claws, looking down at the tiny little dragon, before slashing them across the face with all the power he had. Best for the kids to learn respect, and he did want to see the panic in the small thing's face before it hopped off like the sad beastie it was. And then maybe some dragons would like to know that they existed. "You're not very good at this." he said. "You are very, very bad at the insults. I know my way home, easily. And the queen is not the first dragon I would be telling your whereabouts to. That would be somebody...much closer." He smiled- it would normally look friendly, but with his fangs and the strange shape of his eyes...it looked more intimidating than anything else. He took a moment to lick the dragonet's blood off his claws.
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Post by mothbae on Jun 20, 2021 1:49:24 GMT
Jessamine recoiled back, a low hiss in his throat as he stepped backwards. What the fuck? This maniac just attacked a child! He didn't take the time to realize he had provoked Phausis, looking the strange dragon up-and-down for the bajillionth time. "Wh- You crazy motherfucker." he frowned, raising a talon to his face and looking ack up with a more spooked expression. h was frozen in place, running through all his options for attack. He could easily choke him with his scarf or rip out the inside of his throat, but those would warrant a more... unexpected attack. He wiped off a bit of the blood from his forehead, cheek and muzzle. Jessamine lashed his tail. "You really are a savage brute of a SilkWing, aren't you? Just truly an outlier in your lowly tribe." he snarled, a serious tone to his voice contrary to the more joking or suprised tones. "You probably pride yourself on your weird, ugly appearance. But its nothing to be happy about." Jessamine stepped forward fueled by a considerable fury for the much older dragon. "No, you are a mutant and sssstrange. Your eyes are dissssgusting" He hissed, cocking his head and wiping his tongue over his teeth with a aggressive tone. "The fact that you haven't fled to your ssstupid hive is suprising, to sssay the leassst" Jessamine continued, looking upwards at Phausis. He would have been cute, in this situation, but the smeared blood on his talon and the dripping wound across his face seemed to age his appearance, contorting his expression into a serious snarl. He placed a hand on their cheek, tutting judgingly. "I've been through more bullshit than you could dream of, sweetheart. Your fuckin' HiveWing babysitters wiped out by home. My trees. My ancestors. And.. Oh right, your dumbass queen... She let it happen. All of you are cowards. Cowering dogs. The day we rise up, all of you will be consumed in a swarm of bullet ants and poison ivy. I hope you, specifically, get to watch your family, friends and loved ones get ripped apart by the LeafWings." he cooed with a smile on his face. "Worm." He dug his sharp claws into their face, jumping into a snarl as they slammed into them and grabbing a hold of their face, attempting to gouge out their goat-like eyes first and digging the shiny, ebony-black talons on his orange-and-forest hands into the scales along her cheeks. Jessamine roared, more high-pitched than an adult but still very loud. "YOU ARE GOING TO PAY! PAY FOR WHAT YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT HIVEWINGS DID TO THIS CONTINENT!" All the rage over the past years of neglect and lonesome had converged into this moment. Jessamine wouldnt be stopped until either of them were dead or gave up. This was HIS battle. His parents would be proud of him. The Toxic Turmoils would celebrate this day as the day that they gained a trophy. The head- or the fault, of this SilkWing. [ Bronzewing - 500 Words] |
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Post by Bronzewing on Jun 20, 2021 2:03:15 GMT
mothbaePhausis was the epitome of the neutral face emoji. He seriously had no clue what the kid was rambling about, but none of it really hit him- some stuff got too close for comfort, but hearing it told by a small dragonet clearly grasping at whatever he could think of in the hopes he got to them? It wouldn't work. At least it was Phausis, the strange (and a bit sadistic) dream-walker, having such a low care for their own life that the kid couldn't hit them in a way that mattered. He doubted they could even do much to him, not like the older dragon's claws could. And oh! Imagine if this was Sirex! He smiled a bit more- wondering if he would get to send this little dragon to his boss, watch Sirex listen to them for a second or two before the sometimes rather petty Hive lord did his worst upon the child. Sirex would not hesitate to injure or kill a child. Phausis personally liked messing with children, having them do his work, or maybe scratching them as he had done with the small LeafWing. "Are you done describing yourself?" he said after the small dragonet was done yelling about whatever his peanut brain could think of. "You do not even know which Hive I live in. You do not even know me. You don't even know if I serve the queen or not." Would he admit that he didn't really care about the queen, and instead preferred whatever Sirex wanted of him? Tarantula could put him to death and his thoughts would still be about Sirex. "I'm not one for old wars and politics, and I am guessing that you're repeating what the history books said- or maybe an old parent? Shame for a family member to leave you all the way out here." She shook her head in an exaggerated manner. Ah, they were attacking him. They seemed to be going for the eyes, but instead they were scratching at his sides and face scales, leaving a few marks that would stay there for a day or two. Maybe an hour. "I think you are blind, child. I am not a HiveWing yet you're acting as if I am. Maybe I did more damage to you than I thought." He smiled again, holding the dragonet by the throat and leaning downwards to speak to them- staying above them, licking their own blood off his face, enjoying himself. He dug his claws into the side of the hatchling- he wanted to cause marks, so that the dragonet would return home, yell about fighting a SilkWing, and be reprimanded for getting torn apart without having a thing to show for it. "I am very, very tempted to get upset at you and hang your wings on my wall. Maybe your body will be strewn around the grasses... and I can do it, mark my words. I am not threatened by you." He stood up again, releasing the claws. "Now, any more comments? You're rather amusing to listen to."
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