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RE: Any and all; - Beryl - 03-07-2020 There's nowhere to go, not in the air, or on the ground below, and while her shadows could take her somewhere safe, doing so would mean being unable to protect her home, no matter how small or how insignificant her part might be. And if she leaves, he will see again and become even more dangerous than he is now. Her claws dig tightly into the membraneous skin of his wing, but every thrust threatens to throw her tumbling into the thin, cold air. Her vision swims, and Leilan's voice reaches her as though through water, her presence giving his attack pause. Not so for the snow-white dragon barreling towards the black beast she rides so inexpertly. She has mere moments to see what is happening, to grab at the bone of the beast's wing with her teeth as he dodges blindly, reacting to a crackling lightning whose source she cannot find through the smoke and the panic and the haze of oxygen deprivation. Tooth and claw alone keeps her clinging to him, keeps her on his back when he is yanked down by the tail and they free fall. It's sickening, maddening, and the taste of his blood on her tongue is hot and sulfurous, like the acrid smoke that makes her eyes stream. They jerk free of the first attack in a wave of flashing lightning that arcs past them, but Leilan is still hovering nearby, and he will not hold off forever, not for lightning and not even for her, but the fiery landscape runs underneath them so fast that it is nothing but a blur of black and grey and raging orange, and she cannot jump free safely. Behind them, a wave of destruction blooms on the beach that, not so long ago, she had sat and considered other lands, other worlds. The sand itself melts beneath the heat of it, red-hot as magma, smoking and cracking and splintering with a sound like trees exploding in winter when the icy waters of the ash-thick sea roll up against it. He banks and she flinches, turning away from the molten beach, preparing for a new rise into the air, but instead the great beast lands heavily on a rocky outcropping and, unprepared for the sudden full stop, she is thrown clear of him. The impact of the ground brings a flash of light behind her eyelids, then nothing. She lands limply and is still but for the subtle rise and fall of her chest to say she still breathes. Beryl Litotes x Mehendi ooc - melting sand turns to glass because why not? Beryl is now unconscious, so Castile should be able to see again unless he prefers being blind lol @[Leilan] RE: Any and all; - Ardashir - 03-07-2020 I wonder, as I wander.. Ardashir RE: Any and all; - Leilan - 03-11-2020 Leilan a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside could have so many ragged holes inside The Burning of Icicle Isle, they’ll call it. It will need a new name. Burned Islay. Broken Isle. Isle of Ashes. He snickers a bit because that sounds like a Pile of Ashes and it currently is. Everyone gets involved, even if some of them should not. Beryl bites into a wing just as the cream-white dragon comes for the two of them, causing probably minor pain to the enraged, large dragon she is riding; a strange lightning bird flies around them and attacks seemingly randomly - lightning cracks just past Castile, and curves around Leilan as well as if it doesn’t currently want to hit him; it seems instead Ruinam is the target. Beryl doesn’t jump the shadows and Ruinam almost misses his target, and a new lightning bolt strikes the ice dragon mid-flight. Something strange happens - his skin, protected by a layer of scales and of ice, tingles in a kind of upward motion instead of downwards. He would never know the physics of it, but ice does not conduct electrons, but protons - positive charge runs upwards to compensate for the hit of electrons upon his backside. He shakes himself mid-flight, trying to shake the feeling, coming close to Popinjay-the-bird (not that he recognizes her, he’s never really entered Taiga for silly reasons). The air crackles this time without her intervention, as the large ice dragon discharges positively - upwards towards the bird. The laws of nature are all about balance, just as the faeries told the icy male when they granted him to learn about this, and subsequently granted him this shifting ability. Just in time, of course, to balance against the fire dragon raging the Isle. He follows Castile, Ruinam and Beryl. It’s not much, but the ice dragon doesn’t want to attack his daughter, and frankly after his earlier hesitation he doesn’t get many opportunities for it anyway - besides he’d better get away from the lightning bird before she strikes again. Perhaps the pain awakens the raging dragon, or the man beneath him. Because while the blood trail is easy to follow, the burning seems less intense, and his own icy breath puts out a few of the fires where their extreme temperatures meet. Beryl drops away from the dragon, motionless, but Leilan doesn’t have time to check on her. The surface is something he cannot currently pay attention to, not with a terrorizing threat in the sky; he hopes that some of the residents will find her, but other than send a few ice flakes her way, he cannot help her in the speed of he chase. A granite overhang is where the male lands, and the ice dragon stills right before his former friend. His wings carry him as he flaps them up and down slowly, to stay at eye level like a preying bird would. There’s something a little different now about Castile, and so he doesn’t attack - he will not attack first, but that doesn’t mean he is not steeled against a possible outburst, the ice still available in the brown-and-silver dragon’s throat. His wings slowly beat away the mist and larger parts of the fire get directed towards already-burned and ice-covered areas, where they don’t do any additional harm. And he waits - calm and sharp as ice. *I did the reverse/positive-discharge thing toward poppy, sorry not sorry *puts out so more fires and approaches Castile cautiously when he lands to give him ‘da look’ of disappointment’ (but that probably fails in dragon form) @[Ruinam] yer turn RE: Any and all; - Ruinam - 03-20-2020 winter wonderland Ruinam RE: Any and all; - Dracarys - 03-26-2020 DRACARYS I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon. Just having Dracarys witness all of this |