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Post by kingfish on Oct 17, 2020 23:41:19 GMT
The IceWing flew on pale wings, claws scraping the air as armor clanked against his hide. Loosely in the dragon’s claws was a spear tinted by frostbite, the cold metal just as sharp as any of its owners’ claws. Blue eyes surveyed the landscape, reflecting in the pale waters of the gulf. The Ice Kingdom was bordered by the Sky to the south, and the sea all but belonged to them. That was that the dragon was surveying, for any intruders that decided to swim instead. The cold waters warded off the SandWings to the south, though occasionally a SkyWing would be found here, or perhaps even further in with a frozen spear through their neck.
IceWings were not a welcoming tribe, to say the least.
Dogma raised his head to touch the wispy clouds above with the tip of his nose, running a claw through the substance.
Out of the clouds, about a meter in front of him, a head popped down.
His wings flung forward to stop the grinning scout’s face from colliding with his own.
“Gleam, really?” he asked, sighing.
“Whaaat?” the younger dragoness said, bursting from the clouds in a mighty display of her silver scales. A sixth-circle necklace dangled from her neck, and Dogma groaned when he bowed. Such were children.
“Your father’s going to kill me. Get back to base,” the dragon said. The dragonet in front of him was perhaps half his size and 3 years old, her face overjoyed to dance in the air around him like a very nice-looking flea.
“But Dooogma...” she complained.
“I mean it this time. We can play later, okay? Please?” the dragon said, knowing full well that he could simply drag her not the collar back to base if she protested.
“Fine!” she scrunched her little nose, turning on him and disappearing into the clouds above.
The older dragon sighed, returning to his task. After a moment of consideration, he swooped down a little lower, still attentive as ever.
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Post by thatstarryhivewing on Oct 24, 2020 7:12:34 GMT
Shiver was not having a good day.
No one be would in her position.
I mean, she thought frustratedly to herself, is it really so bad to not let a dragonet starve?
No one had TOLD the hunter that feeding a lost child was treason and that she was lucky to have got out of the outlaw's camp alive.
The dragonet in question was asleep, nestling into his sister's body warmth, a thin covering of snow covering his features.
Shiver smiled.
It had been worth it to save her stepbrother.
Chinstrap would never know that of course, all things considered she was his sister and in her opinion she was much better sibling than his old ones.
Despite what people in her old group said, Shiver had high survival instincts, she knew she would not survive without being part of a group.
Being born outside the main ice kingdom, she had never been ranked, or even visited the palace, which was probably not a good idea seeing as that was where she was going.
Seeing a shape flying overhead, Shiver softly strengthened the grip she had on her brother, attempting to hide their chains and his beige scales, before flying towards the Icewing.
Shiver took a deep breath. Being terrified of strangers was not going to stop her now.
"H..hello?" She called desperately. Awaiting the dragon's response.
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Post by kingfish on Oct 25, 2020 15:42:01 GMT
Dogma had not noticed the two figures huddled on the ground until one of them called out. Each was covered in a slight bit of snow, meaning they had probably been there at least overnight. The guard circled down once to intercept the flying dragon, tilting his head at her.
“Hello there. What seems to be the problem today, miss?” he asked formally, icy spear held in his talons a direct marker of his station. Seven cold circles hung around his neck, clicking against his scales as he stopped. The Seventh Circle was his station; though he had still worked hard to earn it. He had been born outside the Circles, as all street rats did, and to earn his place there had been a job and a half.
As he looked her up and down, his eyes caught on the gleam of metal on one of her wrists, too broad to be a bracelet. His brows furrowed, confused. The war had been over for some time now, so who or what was still imprisoning IceWings? The most likely answer-and the one he didn’t want to think about-was bandits. Those rats always kept popping up, stealing and killing and always evading capture. His own brother, Salmon, had joined one of those, and he had begged Dogma to join him, but he couldn’t. Salmon had looked very similar to him when they had departed, though his snout had a more refined look. Otherwise, they shared the odd horns and dappled browns and greys. Dogma liked to think that the dragonet had been misled, for the other option was that he did it completely willingly, and he wasn’t sure if he could forgive that.
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Post by thatstarryhivewing on Oct 25, 2020 20:34:06 GMT
Shiver was lost. She hadn't thought that she would get this far and not really being a planner, she had done NO study on what it was like in the Ice kingdom. It was good to be in the snow, seeing as she hadn't been in it for years, if ever. The dragon reminded the Icewing of a figure she had seen as a dragonet, but she brushed this off. It was probably just a effect of being so paranoid, but she still regarded the Guard cautiously. Her eyes were caught by the seven circles proudly hanging around the Icewings neck, the weak sunlight glinting on the silver. It looked nice! She wondered if all Icewings had them. Taking care that her wings fully covered her ribs, she replied to Dogma, "I was wondering where the castle is, would it be possible for you to give me some directions? I wouldn't ask unless it was necessary and I'm sorry for bothering you if you don't know either!" Trying and failing to come up with a cover story on the spot, Shiver was getting worried that she was being too suspicious. She took a deep breath, calming her nerves before laughing nervously as she said, "I'd honestly appreciate any help, I've been trying to find it for nearly a week now."
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Post by kingfish on Oct 25, 2020 23:11:51 GMT
The IceWing was quick to reply with an answer. He was sworn to help this kingdom and all in it-this poor little scrap included.
“Of course I know, though I understand your confusion. It’s a two-day flight north and west of here, though that’s probably at top speed,” he calculated with a firm voice, glancing at the dragonet on the ground, “No need to apologize, Miss, I’m happy to help.” Dogma was slightly confused by her behavior. The castle was-well it wasn’t as if it’s location was very unobvious. Most IceWings knew the way by heart, if not it’s general gist of a direction.
This IceWing was surely acting a bit odd for one, though again his mind flashed back to the ruffians of the kingdom.
“I’m glad to help out. I’d happily escort you there personally.” he said, trying a bit to be more relatable with a kind smile. “We could also drop by the Gift of Substanance for a bite. Unless you prefer not, of course.” Dogma also could offer garrison food, but honestly it wasn’t the best, normally having been preserved or older, sometimes even going bad.
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Post by thatstarryhivewing on Oct 26, 2020 9:11:25 GMT
Shiver nodded quickly, the news that he knew the way was like a lifeline to her.
The Icewing truly was grateful for the help the guard had offered her. "I'd appreciate that, thank you." She replied, some of the nervousness gone from her voice. She took note of the fact that her little brother was begining to stir, a particularly cold breeze sweeping through the air. She'd have a lot of explaining to do if Chinstrap woke up, and she was attempting to hold it off for as long as possible."You don't have to come!" She assured the guard. "But I'd be grateful for the company, it gets lonely with only your brother, who can't speak yet, to keep you company. Plus, I'd also appreciate directions to the..." She trailed off, trying to remember what her peer had said a couple of minutes ago. Something about substance? Finally, it clicked.
"Gift of Substance, if that's all right with you." The dragon shifted her brother into a more comfortable flying position, before awaiting the other Icewing's answer, leaping into the sky and silently getting into her stride in terms of speed. She held her head high and breathed in the cool, crisp air.
This was where she, and all Icewings, belonged.
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Post by kingfish on Oct 30, 2020 23:16:51 GMT
“Yes, well, it’s really no problem. I’m happy to help, ma’am.” Dogma replied cordially, nodding to the dragoness as he replied. “Dragonets..quite the joy, are they? Then again, once they start to talk, they never stop.” the IceWing noted with the hint of a smile. Dogma wasn’t really the family type, and dragonets, while he got along surprisingly well with them, he wasn’t very fond of them. At least, before they could hold a decent conversation. He lifted off easily, hauling his spear with him as he did so. The light bounced off something shiny on the dragonet, as well-probably matching chains to his sister. “You’ve..never heard of the gift of Sustenance?” Dogma asked, altering his course to the shortest one from the Ice Palace as he matched the dragoness’ speed. How delightfully odd. “Once we get to the Gift, we should probably get those chains off you too,” the IceWing deadpanned, flicking his tail, “Those have got to weigh a bit, no?” (Mobile doesn’t tell me words  ) |
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Post by thatstarryhivewing on Nov 25, 2020 16:55:25 GMT
Chinstrap chose this moment to wake up.
It was typical really.
Even so, Shiver beat her wings furiously and shifters her brother into her neck, where she whispered to him, asking him to stay quiet.
She then soared back to the guard (she really needed to ask what his name was, Shiver noted, it was getting uncomfortable calling him by his job).
"Not particularly." She said in a response to the second part of his question.
"And It's got to the point where I prefer having it on. But I'd appreciate his being taken off. He deserves a chance to be like any other dragonet."
Plucking up the little courage she had left, she asked the guard "What's your name, if you don't mind me asking? You don't have to answer, I just want to make sure that I'm calling you what you prefer."
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