Dragons roleplay (IC)

To be honest, Atsilo had been awake most of the time, he just didn't quite realize it. It was still very dark. It was only when he heard muffled voices and a large BOOM that he realized that he truely was awake and alive. Why was it so dark, then? Not even a star. Then he realized. He'd fallen asleep in a tree, and over the hundred years it had grown around his body, covering his eyes and cradling his body snugly. His tail and limbs were free, so he moved his tail around to figure out how best to free himself. It touched something, and he pressed on it repeated, unsure of what it was. It was a dragon's face, but he didn't know that. Determining it to not be a part of the tree, he left it alone and began working his way backwards, popping out of the branches to leave a large, strangely-shaped hole where he had laid in a perfect coma for a whole century.

'There were others. Where are they?' The long, thin-bodied dragon looked to see what his tail had been touching, and immediatly felt embarrasment to see it was a dragon. An alarmingly skeletal one, at that. So he retreated up into the canopies, following the sounds of conversation away from that awkward encounter. When he came upon them, the jarring dead body of the queen nearly made him fall out of the trees. He clung to the bark tightly and averted his eyes, watching the other dragons instead. The other, larger male did indeed intimidate the weaker dragon, but the sudden roars were a tad more alarming. Atsilo slithered down to the ground and looked around, silent.

Then, with a sudden rumble, a beast burst from the ground and the dark-scaled male scurried back up into the trees before wrapping his long form around the wyrm, afraid of what would happen if he let the aggressive serpent move first.

For a brief, terrifying moment, Uiragn stared out at the wyrm. It was a horrifying creature, truly disgusting. But studying it wouldn't help his chances of survival, and in a purple flash, Uiragn was in the air, fleeing. He glanced over his shoulder and beckoned for Stirria to join him. He knew he wouldn't enjoy her company, but then again, it was a random dragon, wasn't it? Uiragn darted around absent-mindedly, before finding an escape route. Not waiting for Stirria to quicken her pace, Uiragn bolted out as fast as he could. Yet, before he could reach safety, his wing got snagged on a branch. He writhed to free it, while attempting to propel himself with his other wing. This proved futile. Grunting, Uiragn finally managed to pull away, but by then, it was almost guaranteed that this wyrm had caught up to him.

The Wyrm growled viciously as a smaller thinner dragon latched onto it. The worm like creature thrashed around lashing it's spike covered body and hoping to dislodge the dragon, and mauling its body with it's own. The Wyrm's ugly reddish-orange eyes glared as it failed to dislodge the smaller creature the first time. It turned its head and blew fire right into the dragons face and thrashed around twice as hard.

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The forest itself was alive and did not approve of the Wyrm's existence but it could never get rid of it, but the forest did manage to slow it down as it was an enchanted forest. The trees moved and created a thick canopy making sure the dragons couldn't escape as the Wyrm was their first test. From a large tree a tree nymph watched the dragons. If they failed they would die, but if they prevailed then she would set them free of the forest and let them continue their journey.

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Stirria looked at Uiragn, but she didn't follow for she saw the forest itself move. but before she could say anything he got caught in a tee. "Wait! This might be a test! I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot but we should stick together. Maybe there's a reason we were all chosen, and maybe if we work together we can win!" She said trying to figure out something in the heat of the moment.

"Ugh, fine..." He grumbled quietly to himself, then nodded to the female dragon beside him. He swooped down, blinking. "You're right," he then said aloud. "It might be. Let's try."

Stirria nodded and faced the Wyrm. She growled and lunged grabbing it behind the head with her razor sharp teeth and pulling backwards, while digging her claws into the Wyrm's body, avoiding the smaller dragon's body.

The Wyrm hissed in pain and let out a howl of pain but then clamped its jaw shut and thrashed around even more, all the while blood spilling out of it's wounds.

Lichtor watched the others fought the Wyrm and took off after them, he flapped his wings and managed some height before diving down to crash on the beasts head. His hind legs kicking out to score the thing's face.

The undead dragon snorted as soon as he felt someone else’s tail on his face, shaking it violently before looking up, where Atsilo was fighting to get free. Folkvardr was more interested in keeping an eye for the beast coming their way than the thin dragon’s struggles, letting him get out on his own as he prepared for what seemed to be a fairly hard battle, growling softly.

His eyes followed the Wyrm’s movements as it aggressively started to fight against the group of dragons. Even if he couldn’t make truly clear expressions thanks to the lack of skin or muscles to aid him, the magic still worked to aid him, allowing him to narrow his eyes as he studied his enemy quickly. Its behavior was fairly feral, what caused him to wonder if it was acting guided on anything besides raw instinct, which probably meant that distractions and outsmarting it could work wonders.

His attention drifted to Stirria and Uiragn as they spoke, then to the forest that closed around them and the Wyrm. Test or not, fighting it was going to be a must whether they wanted it or nor if they wanted to make it out alive. Taking a deep breath he opened his huge wings, the blue magic that sustained him expanding like mist to fill the gaps between the bones, replacing the membrane that once covered the same space and allowing him to take flight with a couple of strong flaps.

Careful to not get too close to the Wyrm to not put his own safety at risk, he started to circle it the best he could without crashing into the trees surrounding them, leaving a bluish mist trail behind him that vanished a second or two after it appeared. If he could distract it without getting within close range it would be perfect, as he would probably come out with little to no damage, as he would have enough time to react if it tried anything at all.

The blue magic inside the ancient dragon's empty ribcage and what once was his abdomen started to make swirls, the glow growing in intensity for a couple of seconds before it suddenly and quickly moved up his no-longer existent throat, bursting out from his mouth as soon as he opened it. The beam coming out from his mouth was of an icy-blue color, almost white on its core and semi-translucent, with a thin layer of a sky-blue mist that covered it and made swirls on its surface that quickly disappeared. The attack itself wasn’t that strong, but it could travel a fairly impressing distance, allowing him to hit the wyrm from a safe distance, and precise enough to not miss the target nor accidentally hit another of the dragons. Even if it was clearly not fire, nor any other element, the raw pure energy that came from it would be enough to scorch the worm’s rough skin like any other dragon’s fire.

Folkvardr, however, was careful to only shoot these blasts in short time lapses, resting for several seconds between each one, as they fed from the same magic that was his life source as an undead dragon and, even if he wasn’t sure that draining it would kill him, he wasn’t willing to risk it.