Elements i geuss? {P}

[JusticeRabbit]

~Morana~
the now humanish nox draconian had been messing with her shadow abilities, finding it fun to make necklaces and bracelets from the shadows. she enjoyed this element. it was a dangerous element, sure, but she loved it. the sun bothered her a little, but she wouldn't let that mess with her abilities. she was bullied often, for her strange antics, but she just kept with what she wanted to do.

@WingedShadow

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Morana~
the now humanish nox draconian had been messing with her shadow abilities, finding it fun to make necklaces and bracelets from the shadows. she enjoyed this element. it was a dangerous element, sure, but she loved it. the sun bothered her a little, but she wouldn't let that mess with her abilities. she was bullied often, for her strange antics, but she just kept with what she wanted to do.

@WingedShadow

(Imma use the main character from my book if that’s okay.)

Willow Brokenshadow

Willow Brokenshadow had been watching the flock from an outcropping on the mountain that bordered the forest. It was a warm day with a cool breeze, and she had been soaking up the sun when she could see movement in a part of the forest about half a mile from where her flock was resting. Snapping her head up, she got to her feet to try and get a better view. Realizing that whatever it was is too far away she chirped to Ash, the Solus guardian, bobbed her head in the direction of the disturbance, before spreading her wings and taking off. Camouflaging herself, she circled above the area, looking sharply around for the intruder, and that’s when she saw her.

A human, on her territory?? This was not to be tolerated. Deep hatred settled into her scales, swirling dark memories in her mind. Humans had taken so much from her, and for what reason? Nothing, except for their innate desire to kill anything they didn’t understand. They’d killed her parents, and taken her brother away, there was no chance she would let one near her flock, the one thing she had left.

Landing near the clearing, she crept silently up behind the human, claws unsheathing, lips curling in a snarl to reveal razor sharp teeth. Muscles shaking from tension, she stalked closer, preparing to spring and end the threat to her flock then and there. That’s when she realized what was happening. The human was controlling shadows, which meant she wasn’t a human at all. This was another draconian. By the looks of it, she seemed to be a juvenile.

Anger and aggression morphed into curiosity. Why was this draconian in human form? And why was she alone? Caution began to creep in. What if this was a trap? What if there were humans with their diamond weapons ready to lunge in and kill her the second she approached the juvenile? But then, if she stayed, she would never get the answers she wanted. Caution and curiosity waged a war in her head until she finally gave into her curiosity. Uncamouflaging, she made a low growling sound to make her presence known.

“Who are you, and why are you on my territory?”

[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by WingedShadow

(Imma use the main character from my book if that’s okay.)

Willow Brokenshadow

Willow Brokenshadow had been watching the flock from an outcropping on the mountain that bordered the forest. It was a warm day with a cool breeze, and she had been soaking up the sun when she could see movement in a part of the forest about half a mile from where her flock was resting. Snapping her head up, she got to her feet to try and get a better view. Realizing that whatever it was is too far away she chirped to Ash, the Solus guardian, bobbed her head in the direction of the disturbance, before spreading her wings and taking off. Camouflaging herself, she circled above the area, looking sharply around for the intruder, and that’s when she saw her.

A human, on her territory?? This was not to be tolerated. Deep hatred settled into her scales, swirling dark memories in her mind. Humans had taken so much from her, and for what reason? Nothing, except for their innate desire to kill anything they didn’t understand. They’d killed her parents, and taken her brother away, there was no chance she would let one near her flock, the one thing she had left.

Landing near the clearing, she crept silently up behind the human, claws unsheathing, lips curling in a snarl to reveal razor sharp teeth. Muscles shaking from tension, she stalked closer, preparing to spring and end the threat to her flock then and there. That’s when she realized what was happening. The human was controlling shadows, which meant she wasn’t a human at all. This was another draconian. By the looks of it, she seemed to be a juvenile.

Anger and aggression morphed into curiosity. Why was this draconian in human form? And why was she alone? Caution began to creep in. What if this was a trap? What if there were humans with their diamond weapons ready to lunge in and kill her the second she approached the juvenile? But then, if she stayed, she would never get the answers she wanted. Caution and curiosity waged a war in her head until she finally gave into her curiosity. Uncamouflaging, she made a low growling sound to make her presence known.

“Who are you, and why are you on my territory?”

~Morona~
the shadows of the world. delicate and beautiful. warning her of the draconian. "my name so far is morona. i am here because i got pushed out of the territory of my flock. because i'm weird. i prefer looking like this, because i can use the shadows to my advantage. i feel much more powerful," she said, standing and turning to face the draconian, her eyes sharp on the other. she sighed and switched into her draconian form. "does this make you a bit more comfortable?" she asked, flicking her tail a little angrily. she was rather enjoying her peaceful time with the shadows of the area.

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Morona~
the shadows of the world. delicate and beautiful. warning her of the draconian. "my name so far is morona. i am here because i got pushed out of the territory of my flock. because i'm weird. i prefer looking like this, because i can use the shadows to my advantage. i feel much more powerful," she said, standing and turning to face the draconian, her eyes sharp on the other. she sighed and switched into her draconian form. "does this make you a bit more comfortable?" she asked, flicking her tail a little angrily. she was rather enjoying her peaceful time with the shadows of the area.

Willow Brokenshadow

Willow blinked. Considering that Morona was a Nox draconian, and would someday be a guardian, it was possible that her flock had pushed her out to find a new one to guard, if her flock already had two guardians. The only reason she hadn’t been cast out of hers was because she’d proved herself to be dangerously adept at defending the flock, and their territory. That, and the current Nox guardian had been getting old, and couldn’t protect the flock anymore.

Pushing that aside, what kind of name is Morona? “Morona? What’s a Morona?”She transmits, genuinely confused. Was it some strange human thing? She doesn’t react to Morona’s act of aggression. She’s older and more experienced than the juvenile, and she doesn’t feel threatened by her. Willow does move farther into the clearing, however, both to size up the juvenile in case she decides to attack anyways, and to get a better vantage point.

The sun glints off of her dark amber scales, but only dully off of the black patches that litter the entirety of her hide. Molten amber eyes lock onto the other draconian as she tries to decide what to do. There is no way the juvenile could survive in her own, and left to her own devices, she could accidentally find herself attacked by a human. Not that she wanted Morona anywhere near her flock until she could trust her.

“How ‘bout this.” She transmits thoughtfully. “I will allow you to hunt on my territory until you find another flock to join, or I end up trusting you enough to join mine. You aren’t experienced enough or old enough to survive on your own.” She transmits firmly. “However, if you get near my flock without my permission, I will not hesitate to injure you. Do you understand?” The last part is growled, as she makes it clear that approaching her flock is not an option.

[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by WingedShadow

Willow Brokenshadow

Willow blinked. Considering that Morona was a Nox draconian, and would someday be a guardian, it was possible that her flock had pushed her out to find a new one to guard, if her flock already had two guardians. The only reason she hadn’t been cast out of hers was because she’d proved herself to be dangerously adept at defending the flock, and their territory. That, and the current Nox guardian had been getting old, and couldn’t protect the flock anymore.

Pushing that aside, what kind of name is Morona? “Morona? What’s a Morona?”She transmits, genuinely confused. Was it some strange human thing? She doesn’t react to Morona’s act of aggression. She’s older and more experienced than the juvenile, and she doesn’t feel threatened by her. Willow does move farther into the clearing, however, both to size up the juvenile in case she decides to attack anyways, and to get a better vantage point.

The sun glints off of her dark amber scales, but only dully off of the black patches that litter the entirety of her hide. Molten amber eyes lock onto the other draconian as she tries to decide what to do. There is no way the juvenile could survive in her own, and left to her own devices, she could accidentally find herself attacked by a human. Not that she wanted Morona anywhere near her flock until she could trust her.

“How ‘bout this.” She transmits thoughtfully. “I will allow you to hunt on my territory until you find another flock to join, or I end up trusting you enough to join mine. You aren’t experienced enough or old enough to survive on your own.” She transmits firmly. “However, if you get near my flock without my permission, I will not hesitate to injure you. Do you understand?” The last part is growled, as she makes it clear that approaching her flock is not an option.

~Morona~
"morona. it means death or illness. i was apparently a bad omen to the flock," she hissed, sighing and nodding. "yes, i quite understand. i wouldn't dare anyways. i prefer being alone," she said, shaking her head and stretching, yawning slightly. "anything else you're going to threaten me about?" she said, rather sarcastically. she never mean't for it to come out this way, but it did. always did. her wings spread, creating more shadows, and she sighed. they were beautiful. she hated the light for destroying the fragile nature of the dark spotting the ground.

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Morona~
"morona. it means death or illness. i was apparently a bad omen to the flock," she hissed, sighing and nodding. "yes, i quite understand. i wouldn't dare anyways. i prefer being alone," she said, shaking her head and stretching, yawning slightly. "anything else you're going to threaten me about?" she said, rather sarcastically. she never mean't for it to come out this way, but it did. always did. her wings spread, creating more shadows, and she sighed. they were beautiful. she hated the light for destroying the fragile nature of the dark spotting the ground.

(Are you okay with blood/gore? Not a lot, but a little. I was gonna have a lone draconian attack.)

Willow Brokenshadow

“Interesting.” Willow muses. What kind of flock believed in omens? Only humans were superstitious, or so she’d thought. “Are you sure it wasn’t because you are a Nox draconian?” She transmits, curiously, before Morona can ask her second question. Willow’s pupils contract and her lips curl in a snarl due to her annoyance. “Don’t test me, juvenile.” She warns. “I’ve had more blood on my claws than you can comprehend.”

Just then she sensed something. An erratic movement of the lower branches of a tree, the sudden, faint rustling of leaves-

Her response is immediate. She crouches in a predatory stance, a conscious warning snarl erupting from her throat as her spines shoot upwards and begin to rattle. It was an attempt to warn whatever was stalking them. Human or lone draconian, it didn’t matter. It was in her territory, and that meant a fight.

[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by WingedShadow

(Are you okay with blood/gore? Not a lot, but a little. I was gonna have a lone draconian attack.)

Willow Brokenshadow

“Interesting.” Willow muses. What kind of flock believed in omens? Only humans were superstitious, or so she’d thought. “Are you sure it wasn’t because you are a Nox draconian?” She transmits, curiously, before Morona can ask her second question. Willow’s pupils contract and her lips curl in a snarl due to her annoyance. “Don’t test me, juvenile.” She warns. “I’ve had more blood on my claws than you can comprehend.”

Just then she sensed something. An erratic movement of the lower branches of a tree, the sudden, faint rustling of leaves-

Her response is immediate. She crouches in a predatory stance, a conscious warning snarl erupting from her throat as her spines shoot upwards and begin to rattle. It was an attempt to warn whatever was stalking them. Human or lone draconian, it didn’t matter. It was in her territory, and that meant a fight.

{yep!}

~Morona~
"yes, i'm sure," she said, before sensing it. she lowered into the shadows, almost invisible, remembering sounds, before remembering a commonly hunted prey. toucan. she opened her maw and mimicked the noise, waiting for the creature. her calls could last much longer then most could. she was powerful, just never acknowledged.

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

{yep!}

~Morona~
"yes, i'm sure," she said, before sensing it. she lowered into the shadows, almost invisible, remembering sounds, before remembering a commonly hunted prey. toucan. she opened her maw and mimicked the noise, waiting for the creature. her calls could last much longer then most could. she was powerful, just never acknowledged.

Willow Brokenshadow

Draconians are predators, always have, and always will be. When Morona made the toucan call, Willow’s head immediately snapped to the side, trying to find the bird. That was her mistake. The lone draconian exploded out of the bushes with a roar, and fastened its jaws on Willow’s throat.

That, in return, was it’s mistake. Willow has more than enough experience with fighting, and she knew the second that the draconian had its jaws locked, that it would most likely be to the death. More to the point, it wasn’t just her life in the line here, it was the welfare of her flock. Willow immediately began to thrash violently, screeching in anger as she began to tear at the draconian with her claws, jaws snapping audibly as she tried to gain purchase.

Desperation has a way of making someone stronger.

She ripped herself away from the draconian, leaving a dripping chunk of flesh, and one of her spines, In The draconians mouth. Now she was pissed. She began to circle the other, noting strengths, and weaknesses, with a well trained eye. Everything from the way it moved to its vocalizations would tell her what it was going to do next, and when. Pain pulsed from the wound on the back of her neck, and she hissed viciously.

[JusticeRabbit]

Originally Posted by WingedShadow

Willow Brokenshadow

Draconians are predators, always have, and always will be. When Morona made the toucan call, Willow’s head immediately snapped to the side, trying to find the bird. That was her mistake. The lone draconian exploded out of the bushes with a roar, and fastened its jaws on Willow’s throat.

That, in return, was it’s mistake. Willow has more than enough experience with fighting, and she knew the second that the draconian had its jaws locked, that it would most likely be to the death. More to the point, it wasn’t just her life in the line here, it was the welfare of her flock. Willow immediately began to thrash violently, screeching in anger as she began to tear at the draconian with her claws, jaws snapping audibly as she tried to gain purchase.

Desperation has a way of making someone stronger.

She ripped herself away from the draconian, leaving a dripping chunk of flesh, and one of her spines, In The draconians mouth. Now she was pissed. She began to circle the other, noting strengths, and weaknesses, with a well trained eye. Everything from the way it moved to its vocalizations would tell her what it was going to do next, and when. Pain pulsed from the wound on the back of her neck, and she hissed viciously.

~Morona~
the nox thought as quickly as she could, slowly creeping out of the shadows, unnoticed. she raised her head and leaped, landing on the lone draconian, fastening her teeth into its skull, her claws on its throat. she stood from the now limp draconian, backing a bit away from it. just to inspect it from a distance. she wouldn't see much that could tell her anything important about it. at all. she glanced at the guardian, before looking back at the limp body.

[Willow_Tree]

Originally Posted by Don't Panic

~Morona~
the nox thought as quickly as she could, slowly creeping out of the shadows, unnoticed. she raised her head and leaped, landing on the lone draconian, fastening her teeth into its skull, her claws on its throat. she stood from the now limp draconian, backing a bit away from it. just to inspect it from a distance. she wouldn't see much that could tell her anything important about it. at all. she glanced at the guardian, before looking back at the limp body.

Willow Brokenshadow

The Juvenile had been lucky. A split second slower and the now dead draconian would have slashed her face open. Willow had seen the tensing of muscles and the twitch of movement in the foreleg. She glared at the draconian as she listened for anything that might indicate it had another draconian with it. Nothing.

Blood covered the green, grass covered ground with crimson red patches, blood from the other draconians wounds soaking into the dirt. Her own wounds sent blood pumping down the back of her neck and dripping onto the ground, leaving dark red droplets on the grass. The wound would take some time to heal, even with the natural healing salve, and it was placed where she couldn’t get to it. She would have to go back to the flock.

She turned to survey Morona, pain throbbing from the wound. “Nice job.” She transmitted, grudgingly. “Probably shouldn’t have done the mimicking, but I guess you did well. For a juvenile.” Praise wasn’t something she gave sparingly, and she was reluctant to give any of it to this loner. She turned to head back, spreading her wings.