Goldenwolfmidna
Hatchling
Good riddance to all the thieves, to all the fools that stifled me
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Post by Goldenwolfmidna on Nov 18, 2020 19:49:08 GMT
Redwood hated this part of his job, the waiting. And the killing- he didn't love that either. But the LeafWing did as he was told, and right now he was being told that he needed to infiltrate this hive. Great. I mean- it makes Oak happy. And I want him to be proud of me, so I guess it's worth it.
The LeafWing gave a raspy noise- the most he could make- and coaxed the plants to grow. The grass around him was doing a fine job covering most of him, but one could never be too careful. After all, what with what happened last week. He shuddered thinking about it, before stilling almost instantly. Assassin- right. Assassins don't move unless they're going in for the kill, they remain still and confident.
Satisfied in his temporary hiding, the LeafWing reached into a small bag next to him, pulling out SilkWing fabricks and draping them over his body, most notably his wings. Those- those were noticeable. And noticeable was bad for an assassin.
He took a breath before flying into the hive, anxiety spiking as the LeafWing flitted himself into a pack of SilkWings, all let in without a second thought. He was in- that was good. Now- he was looking for some strange HiveWing to gather information on- and eliminate, if he needed to. Additionally, he was to start conditioning the younger Silk and HiveWings to seeing brown and green "SilkWings" so the assassins would have an easier time slipping in. But if any who remembered the LeafWings saw him- well. That would be awful.
Redwood plastered a submissive expression on his face, like many SilkWings around him, and drooped his posture, imitating the beaten-down four-winged dragons. He was in some main area- sure to find something interesting. But where, that was the question.
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Post by kingfish on Nov 22, 2020 3:29:30 GMT
Viceroy’s back muscles twitched as the doctor poked at the dark scars on his left wrist. Sometimes, though he had been born without wings, the phantoms of them twitched about in pain, rustling the scales on the HiveWing’s upper back.
“And..how long have your wrists been hurting?” the doctor asked, the light of the many lanterns reflecting off of his jet-black scales.
“About six months. It’s been happening since I was..six or seven, but that’s been on and off, and never for so long.” the dragon replied, wincing in discomfort.
“And the scars?” the HiveWing doctor inquired.
“Surgery. When I was a dragonet, congenital defect.”
The doctor sighed, leaning away from Viceroy’s exposed wrists, put to see on the table.
“Might be that, but otherwise..never seen something like this. Could be just something upset that we can’t fix.”
“What do you mean? This is the most frequented office in town, you have to have seen something like it in other HiveWings.” Viceroy said, annoyed.
“‘Fraid not. I’m sorry.” the doctor replied as the downtrodden dragon walked out of his office, obviously annoyed, “Perhaps...”
He stopped in the doorway, “What?”
“Maybe you should see a SilkWing doctor. It’s not uncommon that you might just have some mutation that SilkWings experience. Some of my other clients-“
“Where can I find one of those?” Viceroy interrupted.
“Look for a SilkWing named Lacewing. She’s a doctor.”
With that in mind, the HiveWing left the room, a bell in the door signifying his exit.
The HiveWing part of the Hives were designed with flight in mind, and it showed. The only way down from the platform where the office resided was a small silk ramp, barely wide enough for a SilkWing dragonet, not a full-grown -if slightly smaller than average- HiveWing. He precariously trotted down the ramp, one claw in front of the other, claws sinking into the silk.
As the dragon found himself on the ground level, he was suddenly surrounded by a hubbub of dragons, mostly HiveWings, but some SilkWings. The HiveWing supposed that he should ask some of those SilkWings about Lacewing. The thought of his parents protesting his late return popped into his head, but he quickly brushed it off.
He reached out to tap a normal-looking SilkWing of brown and red color. The dragon had odd silk all about him.
“Excuse me, do you know where uh..a dragon named..Lacewing resides?”
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Goldenwolfmidna
Hatchling
Good riddance to all the thieves, to all the fools that stifled me
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Post by Goldenwolfmidna on Nov 22, 2020 18:48:22 GMT
As soon as he was reached out to, Redwood flinched- an involuntary motion, but one that would match any "SilkWing" reached out to by a HiveWing. As soon as he turned around, he was in fact met with the sight of a HiveWing- black and yellow scales, and.. no wings? No matter- this was a HiveWing, and- wait. Was this the one he'd been told about- the weird one, wingless. Maybe- there was another? He wasn't sure. But now it was time for his wonderful assassin skills to come into play.
He was being asked a question- something about a SilkWing named Lacewing. Should he say he knew? No- then he'd be the last dragon seen with this HiveWing, and if they died, then he'd likely be a suspect.
"I am afraid not. Apologies." He signed out, hoping that HiveWings still learned the sign language that all of the Pantalan dragons had shared at least 50 years ago. "It would be my honor to accompany you around as you searched, though." Perhaps he could play himself as a SilkWing looking for a HiveWing's acknowledgement, one afraid of getting too low, being too afraid of failure that they'd do whatever it took to look decent in the eyes of a HiveWing.
Well, that... probably could have gone better. Redwood thought, a claw absentmindedly tapping at the floor where he stood, making a tik tik noise, drowned out by the talking of Hive and SilkWings. This HiveWing clearly thought he was a SilkWing, so that was a sign that he was probably safe- for a while, at least. It would be in his best interests to stay with them, as they were... a HiveWing. After all, for The Grand Plan, he needed to make sure the HiveWings bought that LeafWings were just strange SilkWings.
kingfish
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Post by Stellunas on Nov 23, 2020 1:57:49 GMT
Skye landed in the Hive proper, standing a little straighter than the SilkWings around her. The guards' shifts in her block started a couple hours later today- there was apparently a training meeting or something?- and she had the rare opportunity to sleep in a bit. She also finished her latest tapestry yesterday (it was one of her better landscapes, in her opinion), and last night's Chrysalis meeting went perfectly, so all in all, she was feeling surprisingly chipper.
Still, breakfast would be nice. Skye started to walk to her usual café, closer to the ground of the main area, and along the way, she scanned the crowd, looking for inspiration- she'd probably do something with one or two dragons next, since she'd been doing a lot of more big-scale stuff lately. Unless she got commissioned, which was extremely rare, then she was pretty much in control of what she made, though the HiveWings... discouraged, to put it nicely, some topics.
Maybe she would do something simple- two dragons, one helping the other one up. She wasn't feeling particularly creative when it came to subject matter, but she felt like she could do her own spin on the topic (heh, spin.) She'd definitely need some dragons to use as inspiration, then. Maybe she could base one of them on Swallowtail- Skye always meant to have her mentor cameo in a tapestry. She tended to use SilkWings when making things that just needed some dragon, especially when they were being portrayed in a positive light. It was her small way of saying that she didn't buy that they were harmless protectors.
Skye ended up getting caught up in her thoughts enough that she didn't notice a dragon that was right of in front of her- luckily, she managed to stop before she ran into them, and looked up.
The dragon was seemingly a SilkWing, draped from horn to talon with silks and with reddish-brown scales, but something nagged at her- maybe it was the wings? Their anatomy seemed pretty different from a SilkWing's, and from what she could make out, their wings weren't quite like a SilkWing's wings should be. Probably a SilkWing, though.
She realized that next to the probably-SilkWing there was a HiveWing- well, they weren't a SilkWing, at least, given the amount of black on their scales.
"Sorry," she said, figuring that the HiveWing would want to hear an apology, "I was distracted." She wasn't entirely sure what to do or say next- the café she'd been heading to was right behind them, and she couldn't really pretend she was going somewhere else.
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Post by kingfish on Nov 24, 2020 5:04:18 GMT
“Ah..sorry,” Viceroy said, jerking back in turn as the SilkWing flinched. He had noticed that a lot of them did that-it was the most odd thing, that. It wasn’t like he was going to kill them with a touch, no? “Do you all do that? Very strange-“ he mumbled audibly, more an amused question then a hushed whisper.
Oooh, now the SilkWing was making some weird signs at him. The HiveWing slowly blinked at their talons, dumbfounded. Wait-no, it was sign language, but the dragon was making some signs that Viceroy did not know. To be fair, though, the HiveWing mused that he had mostly slept through that class.
What he could make out was, ‘no, but I’ll follow you around’, which was good enough for him.
“Oh, sure, if your master or mistress of whatnot is not waiting for you.” Viceroy said absentmindedly, affirming for the Aeo one time that SilkWings were indeed very strange. Normally they didn’t follow around anyone, you had to pay (from why he had seen, anyway) for their help in carrying things.
They were interrupted with a SilkWing almost stampeding through the other dragon, and again he had to wonder if this was just normal to them.
“W-Whatever are you sorry for?” he said, tilting his head to the side. This dragoness was smaller, but a multitude of pale colors, most prominently blue and white-not a bad combination, but uncommon from what he had seen. To remark upon it, he had not seen many brown SilkWings, either, but it really wasn’t his place to ask dragons why they were born a certain color. Even to a lowly SilkWing; that seemed a bit rude.
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