MrStitches

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

@Song BookMy phone finally let me reply with little trouble.

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

It seemed strange how well their interactions smoothed out. The way the both of them carried a neutral symbiotic relation. As Reaver cut the wind with the sharp edges of his wings he turned forward with thoughts slowly ringing in his mind. The small exchange of words here and there even if it was small was much longer than he'd ever spent with any other creature. Being forced into white despite his black scales it seemed nature gifted him the appropriate companion to love outside what was once his perfect environment, like a free bound life style surrounding the girls existence. Funny enough in the back of his mind he registered that Delsa no longer had a dragon so in such he was literally her only present way to live while she was his.

After a good solid day of flight it seemed like a similar routine until an alright sized herbivore sat grazing unconscious of the creature silently coming down from above. Without a word to his passenger Reaver launched downward into a dive as if an arrow sent from the heavens only to shift his weight connecting with the native rhino but alas the rhino had little to do but die. Violently the edge of Reaver's tail swung across the creature's gut while he followed with the long stone piercing claws across it's hide. Red, crimson fresher than a frost covered rose painted the ice and snow but was soon left behind as the purple gleam which Reaver held in his eyes spoke openly about his intent with the new food source.

As typical with a surface cave Reaver fixed one claw around the ankle of the beast before dragging the carcass into the darkness of the cave with Delsa either still on his back or beside him. Either way when they were inside and Reaver felt as if he was out of harm's way he took to the flesh with the frightening mass of razor sharp teeth aligned perfectly apon his face. As a casual assumption he motioned to welcome Delsa to eat as well in case she thought he was the sort of race where killer ate first. It obviously wasn't the case when he glanced over checking what the female was doing while his hands were cloaked red with his face dripping the contents of lush red life soon becoming cold apon his chin.

@Song Book

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

I'm enjoying it as well but it's difficult to reply. This site isn't very mobile friendly so it tends to crash the internet app alot. @Song Book

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

Reaver questioned the truth behind whether what she said was true as it seemed to happen once more after he asked her of it. Non the more he couldn't dwell on it for very long as he felt a stern grip of feminine hands on his shoulders. With Delsa comfortably on his back Reaver took a clawed lurch towards the end of the island. A short but vicious sprint which result in a productive take off causing snow to flush away from them as reaver leapt.

Wind rushing against them caused his muscles to cringe while he stretched the wing portions of his arm. Upward the glided for a good minute before alas they're momentum wasn't enough to deny gravity. It was subtle but the change of direction pressed against him while Delsa conflicted it with the lush warmth that his black scales gladly absorbed. The islands currently below just as the last island they departed from was cloaked in frost. Reaver shared a sharp sigh of discontent before latching onto a island with a massive rock wall on one side. Sinking the terrifying pair of claws into it he braced into another launch.

Like an arrow they shot skyward breaking the clouds as they passed making his tail function as means of altering their direction. It was sort of strange how he naturally compensated for her weight in the present jumps but it felt natural as well. It was quite conflicting now, knowing how well she trusted him by the displayed willingness to join him in flight moments inspired a touch of flustered energy. That caused him to tilt his head enabling him to look at Delsa as if ensuring she was still there.

@Song Book

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

Reaver close to keep the cold from wrapping it's deathly embrace apon his body didn't directly notice the first wave of warmth. His focus ended when the wind spun it's razor of chill against his side taking by surpise. It was so uncomfortable that he quickly abandoned cleaning and shifted ready to avoid the storm which he was about to express before Delsa had produced a wave of heat not in reaction to the wind. Why did she do so he was unsure making him ask in a concerned tone." Are you well?" His head partially tilted as regardless he gathered near the warmth.

Naturally he got closer unphased by the larger bits of heat. Now seeking to take flight again he uncurled his edged tail resting it behind him as he turned."tell me when we fly. I would prefer to avoid the collecting wind." Much like before his hands rested on the ground awaiting her weight on his back before he'd rapidly take off to cover large distances. In his mind he didn't want to part from the sky but the winter this present year was to much. On the same note traveling was partially enjoyable knowing he had someone leaving with him.

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The Witch In The Mountains

Fair enough. I would have replied sooner but my cats needed food. Well I didn't intend for it to be created in a span of a few minutes so alas you can go ahead and filter out this post. @Tazu The Fox I'm going to slink back to my other role-playing site as this one tends to be unfortunate for me.

The Witch In The Mountains

@Tazu The Fox chocolate just made the role-play. Not what I expected but workable non the more. @Chocolate Lady I replied. Depending Tazu may have a reply soon as well.

The Witch In The Mountains

Barely awake Dusty broke from his covers like a half beat dog. The surrounding room carved from stone had practically no light within. Dusty with his claws found his way along the wall tapping one sharp nail against the stone. His cold but vibrant eyes found the garden before him looking practically dead due to the season. His scaly tail hung behind him sync until he stopped to look at his reflection. Alas he was a drake, the flightless version of a dragon besides he wasn't near as big as siblings. Standing on his hind leg dusty looked pretty human shaped although not because he obviously wasn't. Baggy sewn shorts and a nitted sweater also didn't help him seem remotely vicious although he could confidently breathe fire which he wouldn't inside.

MeAnwhile a short hop and a skip away was Gram'Mah'Mah's house. The witch who he shared the mountain infact he actually got the sweater he had on from her. It even had pine trees and Christmas star designs. He personally deemed it cute but that was cut short when out his iron door was a blizzard. Being a ice drake he didn't mind the snow nor was affected by the cold but on another note he didn't want to deal with hiding himself in said snow.

The Witch In The Mountains

So @Tazu The Fox you wanna go first or should I as Miss Chocolate threw a starter up?

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

@Song Book
That's where I've been for a while. Just lurking until I started searching for role-plays again.