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Lightbringer
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Peter M. Evans || Rider || Male || 17 || M: Open On any other day of the year, any other moment or time, sleep would've been a blissful escape from the world. Sleep was one of those moments, those times when everything else seemed to let the world fade away, letting the tide of worry wash away. When he could pretend like he was vaguely normal. The faint rumble of noise in the close distance hardly phased the young man--if he stirred at all. That was a rather big if. Which was quickly proven by the thunderous echo of explosions. Peter didn't move an inch, still tucked under the blankets draped lazily over his bed.
The explosions in the other areas weren't the thing that woke the young man. It was the shaking. He had been used to sleeping on a top bunk, where his younger colleagues would shake the bed to wake him up. However, he hadn't been on the top bunk of a bunk bed in a while. The shaking drew him to some sort of vague resemblance of being conscious--at least awake. One emerald eye cracked open as he scanned the room. Everything ... seemed okay...? Until he caught the sight of what looked like dust trailing down from the ceiling? Dust. Dust which fell from cracks. Cracks which meant the integrity was not okay. The young man didn't have much thought process other than move-out-of-the-way. In some less than graceful roll, he had flopped onto the floor and shimmied backwards to shove himself under the bed. It couldn't have been more than three or so seconds later that the ceiling collapsed in on itself, shaken and destroyed from the rush of the explosion. All of which was eerily silent. His heart felt like it was about to jump from his chest, his fingers felt numb and his chest heaved heavy breaths. There... what? He didn't hardly even dare move, deciding it was better to just stay put under the bed. Safety first. But at the same time... what about... his dragon? Or his roommate?! |
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Neutral
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Whister / Wind Class / Female / Mentions: Fathom
Whistler carefully shuffled closer to Fathom, her feathers and long snow white hair dragging in the dust.
"Scared," she hissed, her tongue furiously trying to scoop away dirt. Her eyes felt gummy with the stuff, and it settled unpleasantly in her lungs. "But I don't think anything hit me. Are you hurt?" Whistler attempted to sniff for blood, but only managed to make her aching snout even worse. "What was that, an eruption or something?" The wind dragon was rattled and desperate for some fresh air. |
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Darkseeker
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Maisie Bennett
Rider | Female | Mentions: Jasper
While some might be deep sleepers, able to sleep through anything, that was not the case for Maisie Bennett. Used to taking naps where she would wake up to the faintest of sounds, the sounds of rumbling, explosions, instantly woke the girl from her sleep. She froze there in bed, her body half covered in the blanket she had tucked herself under the night.
Her dark emerald eyes searched the darkness around her, the dust falling from the ceiling in the candlelight caught her eye, causing her thick brows to furrow. What on earth? She began to sat up as more explosions could be heard. Was someone training this late at night? She supposed it could be an earth dragon practicing or something.
Her tense body relaxed for a moment when the explosions stopped for a moment, and she began to lay back down. That all changed when an explosion, much closer, rocked the building, causing her entire bed to shake where it was. Cursing to herself she through the blanket off herself, stumbling over to her clothes as more explosions wrung out. She had just gotten on her pants when another explosion seemingly hit their building, sending her to the ground from the force of it.
Scrambling across the floor she headed for the doorway, grabbing her boots and socks in the process. She shoved the door open and shifted to sit on her butt where she shoved her feet into her socks and boots, not bothering to lace them up for now. She knew doorways could be safer in earth quakes, or at least she thought her father had said it was door frames, but she had never practiced.
Glancing around she, her eyes wide with fear, she frantically dragged herself to her feet. Another explosion slammed into the building, sending rocks and debris flying at her from across the hall. Another slew of curse words fell from her mouth as she gripped her arm where a rock had torn through it, leaving blood trickling down past her elbow and off her fingers.
"Jasper!" She hissed lowly, trying to find her roommates form through the cloud of dust forming in the room. "We need to get out of here!" |
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Darkseeker
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Fathom Wind Class // Male // M: Whistler
Whistler admitting that she was scared, made Fathom feel slightly better, but then the feathery female asked if he was hurt, made him remember that he was indeed injured. His foot hurt like hell but he acted like it wasn't that serious, I mean it wasn't compared to the situation they were in. "It's just a small cut, nothing to be concerned about," he reassured her, gesturing a soft smile.
Fathom just wanted to try and keep everyone calm, even though he wasn't exactly the best example of calm at the moment. "I'm going to check on the others, you don't have to come if you don't want to," He said trying to be brave, he wanted Whistler to come with him desperately but he didn't admit it.
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Darkseeker
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Kitisho Male Seer Dragon || Rider: Skaista || M: Skaista (Ind) ~ Kitisho laid down on his side, in his stall. His wings were spread out wide, his tail was lashing playfully, his tongue hanging out, and his left hind leg was kicking air. He was sleeping totally not like a madman, but he honestly couldn't care less how he sleeps. In his opinion, it doesn't matter, right? The sound of a dragon mumbling woke him up. A dragon from another stall awoke him from his nap. Time for fun! He yawned, breathing out a spout of purple mist from his jaw and shook his cranium around, before slowly standing up. Where is Skaista? Is it daytime? I can't tell, but still. Skaista, get over here and feed me! Rocks fell from the ceiling, causing the large dragon to jump. What a surprise! He pounced at one of the pebbles, kicking it across the room, and chasing it. When more rocks and dust fell, the dragon started to feel a bit anxious. What is happening up there..? His mind began to swirl as he used his ability to see the future... Clearly that was an awful idea. As pain shot through his head, purple and gold stripes spun around in circles. Something very bad is about to happen! His ability couldn't quite work, due to the immense amounts of pain coursing through his skull. Just... A little longer..! But of course, all his hard work went to waste as the circles all broke in half before disappearing from his mind. Then, a giant shock of pain was sent straight through his temples and eyes. He shrieked, loudly enough to echo through the whole area before falling on the ground, clutching his head and gasping as the pain slowly faded out. The first thing that came to his mind was Skaista. How would he protect her? Was she safe? What if she died, and he couldn't he protect her? What if- No. Skaista will be fine... Right? Maybe she could- Kitisho was snapped out of his panic mode just to greet more things to panic about. The cave had begun to collapse, rocks falling and dust everywhere at the sound of a loud explosion. "Skaista! Can you hear me? Are you alright?" He yelled to her in their telepathic connection they gained the day they were paired together, but didn't know she couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear her yet, but hopefully she would respond soon, if she wasn't dead... Kitisho focused more on not getting crushed as a large rock fell from the ceiling right above him. He jumped out of the way and watched the rock slam onto the ground, causing dust to fly into the air and then float back down to the ground. |
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Neutral
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Whister / Wind Class / Male / Mentions: Fathom
"And stay back here alone when the roof falls on us?" Whistler scoffed, intending to follow Fathom so closely one of them tripped. "I'd rather die with company, thank you very much."
Her thoughts shifted to her rider briefly. He probably hadn't noticed the explosions, his dense bones weren't sensitive to vibrations like her's, and she didn't even consider that his room was likely destroyed too. That would imply some kind of- of targeted attack, and clearly this was just a tragic accident.
Whistler brushed past Fathom, calling out for the other dragons recklessly. |
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Darkseeker
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Desmodus Draculae Male Dark Dragon || Rider: Fergos || M: None ~ Desmodus woke up to the sound of a dragon screaming, of which sounded like hope was in immense amounts of pain. What now..? He grumbled, tightening his large wings around his bat-like body, leaving a small crack open between his wings to peer out of with his glowing red eyes that probably sent chills down at least one of the little snack's spines. Small bits of dust fell from the ceiling, and the sound of dropping pebbles woke the dragon up completely. Seriously, what is going on? Then, a large explosion erupted into the cave, causing Desmodus to plummet from the ceiling from the shock. Everything spun as the dragon fell through the air before smacking back-first into the ground. Ouch! He stood up and brushed his fur out with his hands before looking around to see what happened. A large explosion, obviously on purpose, happened inside the den. He swiveled his ears as he noticed the loud sound of hoofbeats all across the ground. No, seriously, what the- what is going on here? He launched himself up into the air, taking flight to get a better look. There was lots of dust, fallen rocks, and even more dust, layered across the ground. He peered into a nearby stall and saw a dragon getting his wing inspected by another. Ah, glad that wasn't me. He sighed with relief that he didn't get crushed, and looked into another one of the stalls. There was a big blue dragon, and possibly another in there that was slightly hard to see through all the dust. I want to leave... He settled back down on the ground with a graceful landing before looking at the blocked exit. No leaving? Just what do these '"riders" actually want? |
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Darkseeker
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Fergus Murdoch
Rider | Male | Mentions: Sedna, Kaia
Sleep was precious. So, so precious. And Fergus loved it. He loved sleeping, loved comfy beds, pillows, blankets, all of it. So when things began to shake, and distant sounds could be heard, the long haired red head grumbled and rolled onto his side, tossing one of his arms over his head.
As things continued, growing louder and worse with time, Fergus left out a frustrated sigh, his eyes clenching together as he just tried to ignore the irritance. "Why?" He moaned out in a whiny voice, just wanting to sleep and return to his peaceful dreams.
When the sounds died down, the young man let out a content sigh and rolled back onto his back, one arm cocked above his head. His legs shifted beneath the blanket, one coming out to lay atop them. He'd always hated feeling hot when sleeping, and it felt like it was getting hotter in the room.
A sudden explosion, one that wasn't very distant from where he was, jolted the male awake, causing him to sit up in his bed, frustration radiating off him. "What the hell?!" He swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran his hands through his loose hair, before dragging them down his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Doesn't anyone sleep around here?" He groaned and hung his head for a moment.
That was when it happened. The building was rocked, pieces of the wall exploding towards him, both knocking him to the ground but also him diving to try and avoid it. He winced at the cuts stinging his back, cursing himself for not having worn a shirt to sleep. Glancing behind him his eyes took in the sight through the dust of a hole in the wall next to his bed. "What the?"
Another explosion slammed into the building and he let out a terrified yelp and scrabbled to his dresser. Fergus ripped out some clothes, anything he grabbed, and stumbled into them, trying to ignore the dirt and pieces of the building trying to fall on him. "Sedna, Sedna buddy, time to go!" He called out for his roommate, not paying any mind to what he was doing.
Jumping as he walked to put on his shoes he headed for the door, his figure shaking as explosions continued to ring out, shaking everything around him. "I don't know what's going on Sedna. Where's Kaia? Would he know?" He asked, not even sure if his roommate was conscious right now, not having to even bother to check. All Fergus knew was he really needed to get out of there before the building collapsed on them entirely. |
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Darkseeker
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Jasper Sterling Rider // Female // M: Maze
Deep rumbles vibrated Jasper's bed but she didn't think much about it, she was mainly annoyed about it. She tossed herself to the other side of the bed and finally caught some more z's until Maze awakened her from her much needed slumber. Jasper speedily got up and turned to look at Maze who strangely was wearing shoes at this time of night. Naturally, Jaz was gonna point them out asking an unnecessary question like "did you sleep with your boots on?" But her attention was snagged by stream of blood , dripping off of Maze's fingertips.
"Are you okay?" She asked genuinely concerned. She hoped out of bed about to examine her roommate's arm, when a blast, much larger than the rest shook the building. "Sh-" she watched rocks bounce across the ground, and they weren't tiny. Without hesitation, Jasper also threw on her boots now shaken in fear. She threw on some of her self made amour, and handed an extremely large helmet to Maze, hoping it could help her with the flying debris. Fearing she wasted enough time already, she reluctantly raced to her bed, where on the headboard hung her necklace. She knowingly left her bag and her other knickknacks under her bed, "If this is a real attack, we need to leave quick, but where do we go?" She asked Maze, "Should we check on the others?" |
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Darkseeker
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Akhenaten
Venom Dragon | Male | Mentions: Raija, Other Dragons
Akhenaten was not surprised when he earned a swat to the face, or even the harsh words that accompanied it. He expected nothing less from her. He did not fall in love and become mates with a soft ans gentle female. Could she be from time to time with him? Yes, but that wasn't who the female was.
He watched her, admired her, as she moved, circling around him as graceful as a cat stalking its prey. He rumbled out soft his approval, not caring that he was trapped beneath a rock and things were crumbling around him. Nope, none of that mattered as he watched her move to his wing, examining the rock before ordering him not to move. "If I could, I would have, dearie," the last word dripped from his lips, before he watched the rock go flying from his wing and slamming into the wall where it all but evaporated.
He felt her lift his wing, gently examining it with talons that were much more useful for tearing through flesh. "It stings, the membranes been cut, but it's usable. Nothing broken," he said as he lifted it and flexed the clawed hand attached to it, confirming what he had said.
He set his wing back down and shook out his elongated frame, the sound vibrating his scales causing a rattling sound to be heard before he settled again. Out of the corner of his eye he spied another dragon peaking in on them and he hissed a warning out loudly, though it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Good.
Turning his bright eyes back to his mate, he flicked his tongue out again and chuckled softly to her telling him never to do it again. "Wouldn't dream of it, love," they both knew it was a lie though. He would, and he would do it every time to protect her.
Pulling himself towards her he rubbed his head into her shoulder, listening to her speak, and then gently arched up and over her, so his body rested on her back as he looked down the otherside of the path. His tongue flicked more, sampling the air more trying to decipher things.
"Little," his response to the airflow, "I can taste ash on it though. Fire. Somethings burning out there from my guess, and not a small flame either." He turned his head towards the blocked exit to the pile of rubble filling the entrance. "I might be able to use my venom to burn through the rocks and get us out. You'd have to stay back though, that much venom might effect your lungs," he was trying to assess the blockage but the large form of a fire dragon kept him from seeing it. "Of course I could tell you more if someone's skinny ass wasn't in my way," he grumbled out.
"I heard that," the fire dragon responded glancing at him.
"Good."
Akhenaten's head shifted to the side as other dragons called out, their obnoxious calls instantly irritating him and calling his temper to flame. "For gods sake, the explosions weren't enough. Now we're yelling?"
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