03-11-2020, 09:02 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
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.
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
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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