Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[Ra11ypr0]

I am, but I can only add a certain amount of people without the pfm.

I gotchu

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Shard ducked out from beneath Eclipse's wing, blinking wide blue eyes at Vel before sliding forward cautiously. She dipped her head warily as she approached, sniffing quietly.
"Shard."
Eclipse shifted the Cloudwing in her grasp awkwardly, grunting as she lowered him to the hanger floor.
"Get Vel and this dragon some water." The Lunarwing flicked a tail at the Skywing hybrid.
"Harper, help me with this one."
She glanced up at Sol, her expression resolute.
Shard scampered off across the hanger, excitement building. She just had to remember now where to find the water.


(Do you have any idea how painful this is to write on an ipad? I'm literally pecking one freaking character at a time- and the typos. Lord the typos are everywhere.)

"I will grab what supplies yet remain." Harper said, and she turned sharp on the thick heel of her boot, and walked toward the hall. She coughed steadily into her sleeve.
Sol stood for an odd, racing moment, then his head dropped, and he swaggered toward the dark, long-legged human, whose heavy rifle still thumped against her sweatered back, a comforting weight. "I'll get it." He said, in tones low and rumbling. "What do you need?"
"First aid kit, food, whatever."
Sol hesitated on heavy talons. A snarl creept stealthily up his throat, and he shivered at its taste. "From Tobe?"
Harper sighed and shrugged, tack jangling in loose bits to her gait.
"This CloudWing got Tobias where he is right now, Harper,"
"You too." She said. "It is kind of funny how life works in that-" she held up a gloved finger, and spun in it in a jerking circle. "In that way. I think it is called like cause and effect."
"Harper,"
She shook her head, and they turned through the drafty doorway. The hall breathed echos of their steps, like whispering winds. "This is what the rebellion does," Harper murmered, mismatched eyes starring on in a settled view. "The good guys cannot pick and choose."
The snarl was like a spider now, large, and moving, crawling it's way up his throat, unrelenting, and repulsive. "Tobias needs this supplies." He said, pushing back his heated wings. "It's just a dragon."
Harper coughed, and turned to hide her head, then turned back around and spat at Sol's shinning talons as she crossed the hall to Tobias's room. Sol leaned back, and his head lifted, ears erect as the woman slipped out of the hall and disappeared into Tobias's room, supplies still jingling. He heard her shift boxes and move supplies, and he curled his head down, growling soft, exploding noises. The buzz filled his teeth and ran up his jaw, and he settled in it for a tight moment, mind turning and turning.
Harper strode from the room, bins piled high in her arms. Sol sidestepped from her path as she swung tight to the corner. He stole a fast glance at the sleeping man, waited for him to breath, then fell into stride beside the human.
When he glanced at the woman, she shook her head. "You are a sick thing, SolarWing. You are confused, and flailing in change, and I have compassion for that. No longer are you the pride of the Scorpion Den. In fact, you fall lower in popularity among these dragons, the same dragons you have beaten for sport,"
She reenforced her hold on the bins and continued.
"But any admirable redemption from you, I have yet to see. You say the things, and pretend to do them, but you are so prideful, dragon. It is a pity how you have changed."
A moment slipped by before Sol took a slow breath between his dry teeth. "You would rather me be pitiful again? Frightened of every hand, and too wary to speak, then?"
"No." She sniffed, slowing. "Your spirit used to drive Tobias." She said. "He needed your aggression, you needed his precautions. He is not here. Get balance, or get out. I am sick of your naive supremity."

Their pace slowed further, and no words were spoken until Harper stopped to reposition the boxes.
"Shall I carry something?" Asked the dragon.
"Nah." The woman grunted, hefting the bins in her steady hands. "They would melt and paste to the floor."

_


The two emerged from the hall and moved swiftly to where their comrades awaited.



( Sorry. This took decades, and I kept doing stuff in-between, so it's... Choppay the say the layst. Also I can't tag yeh.. ?)

 

[-Shade-]

"I will grab what supplies yet remain." Harper said, and she turned sharp on the thick heel of her boot, and walked toward the hall. She coughed steadily into her sleeve.
Sol stood for an odd, racing moment, then his head dropped, and he swaggered toward the dark, long-legged human, whose heavy rifle still thumped against her sweatered back, a comforting weight. "I'll get it." He said, in tones low and rumbling. "What do you need?"
"First aid kit, food, whatever."
Sol hesitated on heavy talons. A snarl creept stealthily up his throat, and he shivered at its taste. "From Tobe?"
Harper sighed and shrugged, tack jangling in loose bits to her gait.
"This CloudWing got Tobias where he is right now, Harper,"
"You too." She said. "It is kind of funny how life works in that-" she held up a gloved finger, and spun in it in a jerking circle. "In that way. I think it is called like cause and effect."
"Harper,"
She shook her head, and they turned through the drafty doorway. The hall breathed echos of their steps, like whispering winds. "This is what the rebellion does," Harper murmered, mismatched eyes starring on in a settled view. "The good guys cannot pick and choose."
The snarl was like a spider now, large, and moving, crawling it's way up his throat, unrelenting, and repulsive. "Tobias needs this supplies." He said, pushing back his heated wings. "It's just a dragon."
Harper coughed, and turned to hide her head, then turned back around and spat at Sol's shinning talons as she crossed the hall to Tobias's room. Sol leaned back, and his head lifted, ears erect as the woman slipped out of the hall and disappeared into Tobias's room, supplies still jingling. He heard her shift boxes and move supplies, and he curled his head down, growling soft, exploding noises. The buzz filled his teeth and ran up his jaw, and he settled in it for a tight moment, mind turning and turning.
Harper strode from the room, bins piled high in her arms. Sol sidestepped from her path as she swung tight to the corner. He stole a fast glance at the sleeping man, waited for him to breath, then fell into stride beside the human.
When he glanced at the woman, she shook her head. "You are a sick thing, SolarWing. You are confused, and flailing in change, and I have compassion for that. No longer are you the pride of the Scorpion Den. In fact, you fall lower in popularity among these dragons, the same dragons you have beaten for sport,"
She reenforced her hold on the bins and continued.
"But any admirable redemption from you, I have yet to see. You say the things, and pretend to do them, but you are so prideful, dragon. It is a pity how you have changed."
A moment slipped by before Sol took a slow breath between his dry teeth. "You would rather me be pitiful again? Frightened of every hand, and too wary to speak, then?"
"No." She sniffed, slowing. "Your spirit used to drive Tobias." She said. "He needed your aggression, you needed his precautions. He is not here. Get balance, or get out. I am sick of your naive supremity."

Their pace slowed further, and no words were spoken until Harper stopped to reposition the boxes.
"Shall I carry something?" Asked the dragon.
"Nah." The woman grunted, hefting the bins in her steady hands. "They would melt and paste to the floor."

_


The two emerged from the hall and moved swiftly to where their comrades awaited.



( Sorry. This took decades, and I kept doing stuff in-between, so it's... Choppay the say the layst. Also I can't tag yeh.. ?)

This is golden Cap. I'm so glad to see you getting back into the swing of Sol's character flaws
I can't wait to see where the development goes.
I'll probably get to this tonight, but if I don't, well, I will tomorrow.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

This is golden Cap. I'm so glad to see you getting back into the swing of Sol's character flaws
I can't wait to see where the development goes.
I'll probably get to this tonight, but if I don't, well, I will tomorrow.

Taberrr?????... I don't feel like you would forget but mbruh did you forGIT?

 

[-Shade-]

Taberrr?????... I don't feel like you would forget but mbruh did you forGIT?

I’m sorryyyyyyy
I actually didn’t forget but my sleep schedule is still screwed and the ONE TIME I had time to write BYC was shut down for several hours and it was already late.
I will write very soon. Just give me a day or so

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

I’m sorryyyyyyy
I actually didn’t forget but my sleep schedule is still screwed and the ONE TIME I had time to write BYC was shut down for several hours and it was already late.
I will write very soon. Just give me a day or so

Capital. There is no rush, mate.

 

[Barnette]

Name: Ember
Gender: Female
Age: 9 years
Tribe: half-SkyWing half-SandWing
Physical appearance: Deep orange with gold scale-edges, green eyes
Personality: independent, really smart
Backstory: Mother, a SkyWing, died, and Father is a SandWing in Sand Kingdom. Ember lives in Sky kingdom but is unhappy.

 

[-Shade-]

"I will grab what supplies yet remain." Harper said, and she turned sharp on the thick heel of her boot, and walked toward the hall. She coughed steadily into her sleeve.
Sol stood for an odd, racing moment, then his head dropped, and he swaggered toward the dark, long-legged human, whose heavy rifle still thumped against her sweatered back, a comforting weight. "I'll get it." He said, in tones low and rumbling. "What do you need?"
"First aid kit, food, whatever."
Sol hesitated on heavy talons. A snarl creept stealthily up his throat, and he shivered at its taste. "From Tobe?"
Harper sighed and shrugged, tack jangling in loose bits to her gait.
"This CloudWing got Tobias where he is right now, Harper,"
"You too." She said. "It is kind of funny how life works in that-" she held up a gloved finger, and spun in it in a jerking circle. "In that way. I think it is called like cause and effect."
"Harper,"
She shook her head, and they turned through the drafty doorway. The hall breathed echos of their steps, like whispering winds. "This is what the rebellion does," Harper murmered, mismatched eyes starring on in a settled view. "The good guys cannot pick and choose."
The snarl was like a spider now, large, and moving, crawling it's way up his throat, unrelenting, and repulsive. "Tobias needs this supplies." He said, pushing back his heated wings. "It's just a dragon."
Harper coughed, and turned to hide her head, then turned back around and spat at Sol's shinning talons as she crossed the hall to Tobias's room. Sol leaned back, and his head lifted, ears erect as the woman slipped out of the hall and disappeared into Tobias's room, supplies still jingling. He heard her shift boxes and move supplies, and he curled his head down, growling soft, exploding noises. The buzz filled his teeth and ran up his jaw, and he settled in it for a tight moment, mind turning and turning.
Harper strode from the room, bins piled high in her arms. Sol sidestepped from her path as she swung tight to the corner. He stole a fast glance at the sleeping man, waited for him to breath, then fell into stride beside the human.
When he glanced at the woman, she shook her head. "You are a sick thing, SolarWing. You are confused, and flailing in change, and I have compassion for that. No longer are you the pride of the Scorpion Den. In fact, you fall lower in popularity among these dragons, the same dragons you have beaten for sport,"
She reenforced her hold on the bins and continued.
"But any admirable redemption from you, I have yet to see. You say the things, and pretend to do them, but you are so prideful, dragon. It is a pity how you have changed."
A moment slipped by before Sol took a slow breath between his dry teeth. "You would rather me be pitiful again? Frightened of every hand, and too wary to speak, then?"
"No." She sniffed, slowing. "Your spirit used to drive Tobias." She said. "He needed your aggression, you needed his precautions. He is not here. Get balance, or get out. I am sick of your naive supremity."

Their pace slowed further, and no words were spoken until Harper stopped to reposition the boxes.
"Shall I carry something?" Asked the dragon.
"Nah." The woman grunted, hefting the bins in her steady hands. "They would melt and paste to the floor."

_


The two emerged from the hall and moved swiftly to where their comrades awaited.



( Sorry. This took decades, and I kept doing stuff in-between, so it's... Choppay the say the layst. Also I can't tag yeh.. ?)

Eclipse carefully scooped a talon beneath the Cloudwing's jaw, adjusting his head before she slid her forearm into place.
"Three moons," she hissed, brushing back chard, caked feather stems from the other dragon's neck.
"Harper come here- I'm pretty sure this is infected."
Sol's presence was uncomfortable what with the stifling heat rising from his scales in the enclosed room, and the hunting, cold stare he kept always pinned on the hybrids.

(Here, have another 1 AM rush post )
Help me Cap

 

[-Shade-]

Eclipse carefully scooped a talon beneath the Cloudwing's jaw, adjusting his head before she slid her forearm into place.
"Three moons," she hissed, brushing back chard, caked feather stems from the other dragon's neck.
"Harper come here- I'm pretty sure this is infected."
Sol's presence was uncomfortable what with the stifling heat rising from his scales in the enclosed room, and the hunting, cold stare he kept always pinned on the hybrids.

(Here, have another 1 AM rush post )
Help me Cap

@_-Captain BRM-_

 

[Barnette]

Could I join the rp? I think I created a character