Disturbed Peace (OPEN)

[banditfly]

(OOC: Sorry for the late reply. I just moved. c:)

Jerk's wide jaw remained agape, hot electricity surging throughout his long teeth, as the Hideous Zippleback continued to circle Ayamayr. The two heads watched her small form closely below them. They marveled her helplessness and certain doom. They anticipated the lighting of the fumes that would entertain a delightful show of fire. They bewildered her stagnation. As Jerk narrowed his eyes suspiciously, Bully's aggressive demeanor began to fade to that of intimidation. It confused the both of them something awful why this human wasn't running around screaming. That was what they had expected her to do. That was what all the humans had done in J-B's home terrain. That was what made it so fun to torment them. The frantic running and screaming excited them and made it all the more enjoyable to to either chase them off or kill them. The best time was whenever J-B could find another dragon to play catch with. The human usually died somewhere in the middle of the game and it only became slightly less fun when it stopped screaming. A game like that had been the Zippleback's initial idea when Daevra first took to the sky after snatching Milkwort. But obviously the Timperjack was a partypooper and didn't know how to have fun, so that wasn't going to happen.

J-B was in no mood for a game anymore, anyway. Jerk was growing more and more frustrated as they circled Ayamayr and she only glowered at them. He had at this time ceased snapping his jaws with sparks and simply glared back. Bully had lowered his head, no longer as confident as he had been when they had first decided to scare Ayamayr. Whether or not the Zippleback had really intended to light her afire was up to Jerk. It was up to her reaction whether or not he would, he had decided. If she ran and screamed hysterically like he had hoped she would, he would spare her for the time being and chase her around. He probably would have grabbed her by the shirt and tossed her in the air and then catch her again. He would do all of this within the sight of Daevra to show him how much more fun it was to see humans as toys rather than slave owners.

But no. Ayamayr wasn't doing anything he had hoped she would and it was making Jerk all the more irritated. The two-headed dragon stopped suddenly and dropped to the ground with the loud thud in front of the human girl. He was several feet away, but she was sure to feel Jerk's hot breath sweep over her as he roared at her furiously. He wanted her to run or scream or at least something other than staring at him as if she planned to open her mouth and blow fire at him. No human other than Milkwort's father had ever shown such defiance toward him. Bully was hanging back, just as unnerved by Ayamayr's fearlessness as he had been of Muddring. Jerk was breathing heavily as he glared back at Ayamayr and they took three quick steps back when Daevra landed in front of them. He cared not that the Timperjack had blown away his ring of fumes and responded with an answering shriek of his own. At the silver dragon's appearance, Bully was starting a quiet but growling cackle, lifting his head to match Jerk's.

As J-B's four eyes stared at Daevra's unblinking, Milkwort had yet to realize that he was a mere 3-4 feet from the ground. He was still clenching onto Bully's neck with all his might, his eyes closed. He didn't even realize the rhythmic rocking of J-B wingbeats and the wind blowing against his body had stopped. J-B was no longer minding Milkwort, either. He was fed up with this senseless stupidity. If Daevra wanted to be a slave of the humans, then so be it. But the Zippleback was not going to let him go without showing him how wrong he was.

J-B spread out his feet and began flapping his short wings frantically before jumping up and catching air. Once he had adjusted himself, he began to ascend higher and higher. Daevra surpassed his height effortlessly, but the Zippleback pursued him. He put an angle onto his climb so that distance would be between the two dragon's once they had reached the same height. With a sharp and sudden turn, J-B flew straight toward Daevra with the intention of slamming into him. The sudden and unexpected movements knocked Milkwort's lock around Bully's neck free and before he could manage a scream he was already about 20 feet below the dragons and still falling. J-B didn't even notice his owner's absence or the other large dragon approaching them. He only had a mind of wrestling Daevra and showing him what a free dragon thinks of willingly captive dragons.

[wolfheart]

Wolf watched, startled, as Milkwort fell down to the ground without his dragon noticing. Didn't the Zippleback care that his master had fallen off? Wolf didn't want anyone to like her. She was a lone Wolf. That would always stand. So why was she sliding down Nayrol's back?
"Stay still, Nai, and hang down your tail!" Wolf hissed, sliding down the silky silver back. She swung on his tail, reaching out, and grabbed Milk by his wrist. He was heavy. I'm such an idiot she thought to herself as she dragged him up Nai's tail. "Just sit down and don't move," Wolf ordered, slipping back onto her dragons back. It probably wasn't a good idea to put a slab of meat onto a Nightmare's back, but it couldn't be helped.
Nayrol winced as Milk got onto his back. His hunting urge nearly overpowered him, but Wolf's stern words echoed in his mind. He would have to put up with the human. Nai watched J-B wrestling with the Timberjack, Daevra. He had seen these dragons before, and knew enough about them to know Jerk and Bully were not playing. Without thinking, Nai slammed into both dragons, knocking them apart but keeping them airborne. Nai hissed at Bully, the head nearest to him. "Stand aside. What do you have against tame dragons?" Nai growled in Dragonese. He circled round J-B, occasionally sending small purple sparks out of his silver mouth.

[aya]

«« tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? »»
«« can't tell the reasons i did it for you »»

a y a m a y r  &  d a e v r a

  Daevra halted his ascent when the Zippleback matched his altitude. His wings slowed to a steady beat, his long draw keeping him suspended in the air. So this is how it will be… He watched the quickly approaching dragon with a distant, scorning eye, thoroughly upset that his newly acquired friend proved to be otherwise.
  Daevra needed to shake Jerk and Bully off his tail. With Ayamayr riding, restrainless, on his back, one rough tackle from the approaching dragon could send her plummeting to the ground. And unlike him, she couldn’t sprout wings to save herself. Then a small, free falling form caught his eye. Oh, no…, he thought with horror, The boy! His first instinct was to dive under the Zippleback to retrieve Milkwort from the air, but Jerk and Bully were too close, any move to flee would leave him open—whether his tender underside, or Ayamayr’s exposure.
  “Fire,” Ayamayr uttered to him, cutting through all his muddy thoughts.
  Daevra looked up from Milkwort, just before he could see Nayrol rescue him, and narrowed in on the Zippleback He had let him get too close, so now he need to stand his ground. The Timperjack’s head reared back. Somewhere in the middle of his throat, he could feel the heat blossoming and quickly rising to his mouth, pleasantly searing his insides. And when the flame was about to burst his mouth open entirely, Daevra released it. All of it, on the closing in Jerk and Bully. The large plume of bright purple fire roared to the Zippleback. Immediately, once it left his mouth, Daevra raced after it, as to suddenly meet his opponent in the middle.
  Once he thought the Zippleback was right on him, he thrusted his back legs forward, claws prepped and waiting to clinch the smaller dragons limbs at first sight and throw him from the sky.

«« when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you »»
«« you say that i'm frozen but what can i do? »»

[[ Seriously, Wolf, wait your turn. ]]

[/blockquote]

[banditfly]

((OOC: She's right, Wolf, let's try to post in order from now on. Also, don't assume you've made physical contact with another character--it's a form of powerplaying. Try to imply it, like I did in my last post. I deliberately only said that J-B intended to tackle Daevra because he very well could have dodged or countered it--which he did. Now I'm not sure whether or not to acknowledge that Nayrol actually hit them...))

Milkwort's horrified cry cut short the moment his freefall came to an abrupt stop. His wrist twisted in a way most unpleasant when it was grabbed by someone he couldn't yet quite comprehend who was. He was confused and panicking still even if he wasn't falling anymore. He was still in the air and his life was still in danger and at this moment that was all his mind could acknowledge. Unable to control himself, the boy latched onto the younger girl's back desperately, staring down at the ground that he could barely see anymore through the clouds. He did not intend to lose his grip this time.

J-B's threw out his wings to bring an abrupt stop to his breakneck hurtle toward Daevra when a suddenly burst of fire filled the air ahead of him. He was successfully plummeted right into it and gave a startled shriek. The fire was uncomfortably hot against his scaly skin, but the wind blowing so strong so high up caused it to dissipate before it could do any damage. Both Jerk and Bully were both blinded temporarily by the intense heat and light and pulled back, unaware that Daevra was now coming straight toward them. They felt their short legs grasped by terribly sharp claws that pierced into their flesh as they were suddenly swung about. Just before Daevra could release him and send him hurtling toward the ground, however, the two heads suddenly reared up and snatched the Timperjack onto both his wings with their long teeth. J-B meant to disable Daevra's ability to flap and thus cause them to fall. Despite that freefalling from such a height would surely result in the death of them both, in the heat of battle all the savage Hideous Zippleback could think to do right now was down this opponent of his no matter the cost.

[wolfheart]

((Ok, thanks for the advice. Sorry I posted, it was just Aya hadn't been on for a few days and I had no idea when she was coming back on. So the order is Aya, Milk, Wolf, right? Or is it Milk, Aya, Wolf? I have just confused myself.))

Wolf sensed that dropping Milk back on his dragon's back wasn't such a good idea. Instead, she soared down to the ground and gently but firmly pushed him off. Nayrol didn't complain, even though he was twitching. When Wolf was sure he was safely on the ground, she tapped his flank with her boot and he soared upwards. He had no idea why the two dragons were fighting. Nai hovered above them and released a small jet of violet flame, hoping it would distract them. Wolf called, "Why do you have to fight? What has he done wrong?" She shrank away from their fighting and stroked Nai's silver neck, tapping him again. He lost height, but stayed nearby, hissing slightly.

[aya]

«« tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? »»
«« can't tell the reasons i did it for you »»

a y a m a y r  &  d a e v r a

  The moment Ayamayr saw Jerk and Bully reappear after the purple flame dissipated she hastily lunged forward—mindful of Daevra’s spikes—and clung to his neck. The collision with the Hideous Zippleback nearly sent her flying forward, but her boot caught on Daevra’s wing, causing her body to arc and suspend in the air. She gasped when she saw Jerk and Bully lift their heads and gape their jaws, revealing a line of long incredibly sharp teeth. Quickly scrambling on Daevra’s back she watched in horror as the very same menacing disappeared as they sunk into her dragon’s limbs. She had waited for it, it seems, as she had raised her sight to the back of Daevra’s head. His pained shriek. Just hearing it sent strong waves of torment to wrack her form.
  She wanted to cry, and in fact let one determined drop break through her defenses. But she needed to get the Zippleback from the two before Ayamayr could even think about tending to Daevra’s wounds. Despite this, her eyes were bloodshot and her brows furrowed with fury at the opposing dragon.
  Weightlessness. This is what she felt as soon as she narrowed her gaze on Jerk’s head, her first target. “Oh, no…,” Ayamayr murmured to herself.
  Immediately, she carefully crawled toward Jerk’s head, having to plan her inching progression as the sudden upward draft of their plummet was anything but gentle. Securing her left hand on a spike again, she swiftly reached behind her back with her right, and pulled out her hunting knife. With the blade standing straight up and the pommel rightfully facing down, Ayamayr lifted it above her head and hammered the handle on Jerk’s snout, repeatedly, hoping with all her might it will cause the Zippleback to release her friend.

  The pain was almost unbearable. His wings were numb, since the Zippleback’s two sets of teeth effectively rendered his flying impossible. Daevra tried not to struggle, as anymore tearing of his muscles would surely obliterate his ability to fly indefinitely until it healed.
  Though to pull through this situation, Daevra must keep his wits about him. He felt Ayamayr moving about on his back, and he gave a slight glance at her as she approached Jerk. Instantly it came to him. His gaze rounded on the remaining head: Bully. He could still feel his hind claws on Jerk and Bully’s legs, and he strained to tighten his grip as to encourage that latching onto this particular Timperjack wasn’t such a good idea. The heat in his neck started up again, causing his head to rear back again from the force. Since he had just used his fire, it needed sometime to fully regenerate, but, at this range, what he had would suffice.
  Daevra suddenly let his mouth stand agape, releasing a good sized flowing stream of the Timperjack’s amethyst flame. He aimed slightly lower than the head itself, so as to account for the serious buffeting wind. It was no explosion like from just a moment ago, but it was just enough.

«« when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you »»
«« you say that i'm frozen but what can i do? »»

[[ I wasn’t on Wednesday because I had youth group, so I couldn’t post, and my network router was jacked up the beginning of the week so… -___-;;; But regardless, I had waited for Milk to post even though I didn’t know the reason she was gone. Anyway, after I post, it’ll be Milk’s turn, then Wolf’s, and so on and so forth. ^w^ ]]

[/blockquote]

[banditfly]

((Sorry for making you wait for me, Aya. I really should have told you beforehand that I was moving and wouldn't have internet for a week, though I really didn't think it would take that long.))

Jerk didn't even notice Ayamayr until her knife jabbed him a third time, cutting one of his nostrils. He blew out heavily as a trickle of blood ran down to his jaw and glared up at the girl with hateful eyes. She was the real problem here. If it weren't for this girl's existence, they wouldn't even be having this battle. The Timperjack would be free and the Hideous Zippleback would have no reason to attack him. Hell, they may even have made friends in the wild. Such thoughts of lost happiness only made the more aggressive of the two heads all the more furious. All at once he released the wing and thrust his head toward Ayamayr, clicking his long fangs together as he did and created an electrical discharge. Though the attack would be relatively harmless to another dragon by itself, he was hoping for a stray spark to strike Ayamayr and burn her in the least. He really wanted to her just fall off and die, but at the speed they were tumbling at, aiming his head to successfully snap at her was nearly impossible.

On the right side of Daevra, Bully too was distracted until stricken. The pain of Daevra's claws digging further into their flesh surged pain to the brains of both of the heads, and while Jerk was too busy with Ayamayr to react to it, Bully's grip on Daevra loosened ever so slightly as he let out a little whimper. Though he tried his best to keep a grip on the wing, as it was now the only latch onto the Timperjack with Jerk's release, the fire in his face was too much. With a painful shriek, Bully pulled away so hard that he took Jerk with him. At the momentum that the two dragons were currently falling in at that moment, the entire Zippleback was thrown away from Daevra and the lock between them was broken.

Milkwort really didn't want to let go of Wolf and struggled with her for just a moment before she finally pushed him off. Even the 3 foot drop to the ground was enough to give him another start, though he managed not to scream this time. He sat there on solid land for a while, dazed and staring at nothing. Despite his heart still racing and his desire to run away home without ever thinking about what had happened here, he managed to look up. At this point, J-B was just releasing Daevra in a violent flash of fire and teeth. The clouds were no longer at their height to obscure their show now that they had fallen some ways. The dragons' shrieks of pain came to the boy's ears as clear as nails on a chalkboard and a few large drops of blood came splattering onto the pretty grass below them.

Milkwort managed to stand up, though his knees were threatening to buckle beneath him at any moment. He was relatively unharmed, though he felt he may have a few pulled muscles here and there. He stared up at the dragons, his fear fading as he realized what was happening. His dragon was attacking the other dragon... with Ayamayr on it! What was she doing up there? Didn't she know better than to ride on a dragon that was in a fight? Though to Milkwort, riding on a dragon that wasn't in a fight was equally as dangerous. Regardless what the dragon was doing, falling off was always the worst possible outcome. Though he could barely see her, Milkwort was confident he could make an educated guess that Ayamayr wasn't having an easy time remaining on her dragon's back.

Milkwort hardly wanted to spend the extra time to raise concerns about Daevra. For all he knew, being in the near comatose state he had been in while on J-B, the Timperjack could be as equally responsible for starting this fight at J-B. Two less dragons in the world was fine with him, but it was a much bigger deal if Ayamayr got killed, too--especially by his dragon. He was supposed to control that savage thing. That was his job as its owner. This fight was just as much his fault as both the dragons for not being able to restrain J-B's aggression.

"Stop it! J-B! Hey!! Listen to me!" Milkwort yelled. Being as screaming unintelligibly had been the last thing he'd said before this, his voice came out a tad cracked at first. His words felt quiet and powerless to his own ears and he could only pray that the dragons above could hear him. "Stop fighting! If you don't--..." He stopped, considering. "J-B! If you don't stop, I'll get my dad and he'll tied your heads to a tree for the rest of your life!!"

Though the threat probably wasn't enough to stop J-B altogether, it was certainly enough to get both of the heads to look down at the boy in unison. Jerk looked as though he wanted to pluck the boy right off from the ground for a snack, but Bully, still whimpering in pain from his injuries, was losing confidence at a fast rate. His left eye was singed and he couldn't see out of it and his whole face felt like it was still on fire. He very much wanted to stop now and his twin head could sense this. With a scolding bark, Jerk nipped Bully on his neck, despite the fact that they could both feel the pain just as equally. Bully rocked his head back and forth in weak protest as Jerk turned his head to look at the other dragon here that he hadn't noticed before. It was large and intimidating and, yes, it had a human on its back.

Jerk made a shriek that was a mix of disbelieve and frustration. Yet another dragon that would, if wild, be full of pride and power if not for these human captors. It was a terrible shame, he felt, and his resolution was only growing stronger as Bully's dwindled to nothing. Bully was actually looking down at Milkwort longingly, wanting to do him good so that he would not actually fetch Muddring who would surely give them a punishment far worse than the injuries they were suffering from right now. Jerk was not ready for submission, however, as he clacked static between his teeth in a threatening manner to both Daevra and the Monstrous Nightmare.

[wolfheart]

Wolf watched as the two dragons fought brutally, the Zippleback finally breaking free. She had no idea why they were fighting, but she was glad she wasn't involved. Both dragons had injuries and Nai was weaker than normal Nightmares- a genetic in his family meant though he had a silver coat he was weaker and smaller than usual.

Wolf winced as Bully shook his head. The dragon seemed to have given up. Jerk looked angrier than ever. Wolf sighed- then froze. Jerk was looking straight at her. She could tell she was next.

Nayrol growled at the fighting dragons. He dived down, searching their expressions. He was aiming at Bully, but after seeing his defeated expression he swerved, snapping his jaws in front of Bully's face, warning him not to attack. Nai hissed at Jerk, ignoring his threat. He circled the Zippleback, occasionally spitting fire or nipping Jerk's head. He could read his expression- he thought Nai was proud, but ruined by the human on his back. He growled. He seemed to say, "Wolf saved my life. And I am still powerful.

Wolf didn't question what Nai was doing. She was used to him being himself. She called out to Aya: "Are you alright?"

[aya]

«« tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? »»
«« can't tell the reasons i did it for you »»

a y a m a y r  &  d a e v r a

  Ayamayr stopped her barrage of attacks on Jerk when his gaze rounded on her. His slitted eyes were undoubtedly brimming with hatred, and, needless to say, she quickly returned the gesture. Though Ayamayr abruptly jumped back at Jerk’s snap at her, causing her to lose her stern façade momentarily. She felt the small pricks of heat dot her flesh, though there was no evidence of any type of burn, she’d have to remember to check on it later, just to be sure. Once the pithy episode of static dissipated, with a glare she reached her hand forward and made a swat at the dragon’s bloody muzzle.
  Then the next thing she knew, the Zippleback was gone. She immediately leaned to peer over Daevra’s wing and soon spotted it. Jerk and Bully were a good, lengthy distance from Ayamayr and Daevra. A second that lasted far too long passed and she felt her dragon’s rippling muscles strain for purchase in the air. Their freefall came to an unsteady halt, as the Timperjack’s seemingly successful attempts were then cut short as he pulled his wounded muscles wrong, causing him and his rider to briefly dip in altitude.
  Stowing her knife in its former location in her belt, she gently patted Daevra’s neck to draw his attention. “Alright, Dae, let’s go down.”
  Having heard a new voice’s call, Ayamayr raised her head in its origin. The concern seemed to be directed toward her. Regardless, though still a bit unsure, she responded, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Then, in an undertone, she uttered, “Though I don’t know about Dae…”

  When Daevra finally touched on the earth, Ayamayr instantaneously leapt off his back. Her indigo orbs roved over Daevra’s wings, taking in his injuries. The gashes were an easy spot, as there was torn flesh where a cluster of scales should have resided, but it didn’t appear to have reached the bone—if it had, Daevra would surely have made everybody aware of it. But her peripheral sight had far too much red in it to settle her excited state. Her gut turned when she caught sight of the blood. She hadn’t noticed it when the two were in the air—and now staring at the sight, she couldn’t see how she didn’t call attention to it. It was streaked across the underside of his wings and seeped into the crevices between each scale on his chest. She turned her head away, her own blood drained from her face.
  Her hand instinctively raised to her mouth, as if at any given moment a grotesque scene of her own would barf itself into existence.
  With her day’s meal tethered down, though still having a cautious hand, she turned fully to face Milkwort, remembering he had somehow in the midst of the dragons’ duel found his way to stable ground. “Are you…?” she began, though—feeling her throat lodge itself again—finished with a wave of her other hand, gesturing his well-being in general.

  Daevra nudged his lead-weight wings into his sight, as to peer at what Ayamayr was so repulsed at. He acknowledged his bloodied form with a grunt, and then averted his gaze to the airborne dragons above him. He heard Nayrol’s retort and mentally agreed, being in, roughly, the same position as him.
  Despite him being in no condition to aspire the sky again—at least in Ayamayr’s eyes—Daevra was already craving to leap from the imprisoning earth below and soar in the heavens that were taunting him. But then he remembered Ayamayr’s distressed visage. And he decided, for her sake, he’d only fly again if absolutely necessary.
  Like if Nayrol and Wolflegs needed reinforcement, for example.
  Though, in the meantime, Daevra kept his sapphire stare fixated on the Zippleback hovering stories above him. Waiting for the slightest hint of a beckoning threat.

«« when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you »»
«« you say that i'm frozen but what can i do? »»

[[ No, it’s not a problem, moving’s a hassle—I know… -___-;; I only brought it up for an example. ^w^;; xDD “…just fall off and die.” Wow that dragon has serious issues, but ah well it’s funny! >w< Oh, sorry if the blood part is a bit much… I like RPing fights, so blood is only natural for me, too. -^w^-]]

[/blockquote]

[banditfly]

((Well, well, well. Then I'm glad I decided to start this fight. You never know where a person's comfort zone is. XD))

Milkwort ran up to Ayamayr and her dragon as they landed, almost losing his footing as the Timperjack sent an unavoidable wave of wind over the grassy plain. His strength was returning to him as he slowly forgot the trauma he had just been put through in the heat of the moment. His stared at Ayamayr as she examined her dragon's injuries. The look on her face was so distressed that he suddenly felt himself feeling bad for Daevra just for her sake. He still felt worse for Ayamayr's dismay than for the Timperjack's actual wounds, though he couldn't deny that they were an awful sight and he couldn't spend more than a few seconds glancing them over.

He was about to ask if Ayamayr was all right, but she beat him to it and it caused a surge of guilt to waft through him. Surely this was all his fault. Because he was a coward and couldn't control his dragon, all of this violence had ensued and made Ayamayr upset. She should have hated him, yet she was still sparing whatever extra concern she had left for his sake. Milkwort didn't answer her and looked up at his dragon angrily. He had to think of some way to put an end to this. All he really had to do was get J-B to leave these dragons alone. Everything else he did was out of his hands, but at least he could stop this right now. He gave Ayamayr an apologetic look and said, "I'm so sorry," before turning around and racing across the hills toward town.

Jerk was staring down at Daevra feeling quite satisfied. His goal had been to down the Timperjack under any means necessary. Now that he had succeeded, he felt no further need to assault the human's slave of a dragon. Surely he would see now that being with humans only held him back and being wild was the only way a dragon could bring out his full potential. The one head gave a laughing screech as though to say this and he hoped Daevra was feeling pretty pathetic about himself. Now it was the Nightmare's turn. Though the dragon had just shown up out of seemingly nowhere and was only trying to break them up, Jerk was feeling confident at the fall of Daevra and wanted to continue his reign of bringing down every slaved dragon he found. His intentions were both pure and malicious. He wanted to show these dragons that being wild was the best way of life, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt in taking them down.

Jerk yowled at Nayrol as he flew by, snapping out a empty air whenever he came near. Bully was hanging his head, creating an upside down U with his neck that was a clear sign to any dragon of ultimate submission. Jerk was well aware that he would have a great disadvantage fighting against a dragon without the cooperation of his other head and was giving curt shrieks at Bully whenever Nayrol wasn't close. Finally he started forward, flapping his small wings violently and ignoring the bleeding gashes on his hind legs. Once he had gained some speed, he made a sharp turn so that he was just behind the Monstrous Nightmare and following him closely. All he could do was snap at his tail and try to get a grip on it, as his internal abilities were useless without Bully's help.

[wolfheart]

((Okay, for some insane reason I am gonna let you do as much damage as you want to Nai. Just don't kill him XD))

Nai hissed angrily as Jerk started following him. Wolf rolled her eyes. "For Thor's sake Nai, JUST ATTACK!" she yelled, turning round to growl at Jerk. Nai turned round and growled too. "I'll show you who's proud!" he roared in Dragonese.

He let the Zippleback follow him for a while, before swerving and going past him so Nai was behind. Wolf patted Bully's head as she flew past. The poor thing. Ruined by it's other head. Nai nipped the dragon's tails, then whipped round his tail to hit their wing. Ignoring Bully's defeat, he climbed higher in the sky, taunting Jerk to follow.

[aya]

«« tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? »»
«« can't tell the reasons i did it for you »»

a y a m a y r  &  d a e v r a

  Daevra remained where he was as Jerk’s attention lingered on him, obviously relishing in his accomplishment. He wanted to tackle the Zippleback right then, and in fact he shifted his position for a silent take off. But then, in his head, was Ayamayr’s voice telling him he was too rash, and didn’t think things through. At first he dismissed it, believing that him returning to the sky was of utmost importance.
  But… she was right most the time.
  With a lethargic huff, he settled back into his former position. He started up to Nayrol and kept his gaze on him, keenly watching should any assistance be needed.

  When Milkwort didn’t answer her concern, she knew something was amiss. She followed his gaze up to Jerk and Bully and then glanced back to him, taking in his livid countenance. Her eyes softened, not in pity, though as to attempt to ease the severity of the state of affairs. She was confident she and Daevra could take control of the situation, but doing so without fatally harming Jerk and Bully was harder. The dragon was reckless, Ayamayr would give it that, but killing it was out of the question.
  Sorry…? she echoed, slightly distraught by his reaction. “But it’s not…” she began, though her voice trailed off as he started off with a dash to the hills.
  With a troubled expression, she watched him run. Once he was out of sight, she turned back to Daevra. She kept her gaze on his face as she trekked closer, avoiding the crimson-splattered scene of his wings. She raised her hand to stroke the smooth silver scales of his face. Despite this, his gaze didn’t veer from the dragons above. Noticing his determined attention, she moved to check up on his wounds, resuming her action from earlier. She dug her index finger in the taught muscles, inspecting its true depth. Beside her she heard a slight grunt. She pulled her hand from his wing. The rouge liquid coated most of her finger, but she gave a slight smile. Wiping her bloodied hand on her skirt she stepped back to look up to the Timperjack, who was still staring up. Though she caught the slightest shift of his slitted blue eye, telling her that he was listening.
“Well, it’s not too bad,” she concluded. Catching another anxious glance, she smirked a bit more. “So you can fly—but not now,” she hastily added as Daevra started to prepare for launch again. With that said he plopped on his belly once more and resumed watching Jerk, Bully, and Nayrol. With an amused chortle, Ayamayr did so as well.
  And the two lingered on the ground, waiting for their chance. Which, by the looks of things, may be soon.

«« when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you »»
«« you say that i'm frozen but what can i do? »»

[[Sorry, went to go watch Eclipse, lol… Gaah, I already want to have Daevra fly again…. But I guess I’ll wait at least another post…. xD Something will probably have started by then. ^w^]]

[/blockquote]

[banditfly]

((Ooh. Was it good? I recently saw Toy Story 3 and Predator.))

Jerk gave a reverberating snarl as the tables were suddenly turned on him and the Nightmare started snapping at his two tails. There was nothing he hated more than being chased so closely and his frustration was ever increasing as his wing was swatted. The Zippleback lost balance and a bit of altitude as the stricken wing fluttered out of line and his awkward body shape left him spinning several times ungracefully before regaining control. Both heads stared up at Nayrol as he flew up higher and higher in such a way that they knew they were being challenged. Though he had been the first to submit, Bully wasn't a pushover. Temporarily blinded on his one side and apparently the only one of the heads acknowledging the pain in their wounds, his frustration was also starting to rise. He was sick of this fighting and just wanted to lie in a cave somewhere where they could rest their injuries. Bully gave a defensive chatter as they watched Nayrol and Jerk gave his twin head a glance. They narrowed their eyes at one another, knowing exactly what the other was thinking, before violently beating the air with their wings to follow the silver Nightmare.

As they narrowed in on the smaller dragon, Bully opened his mouth to breathe out billows of that same gaseous fume that all Zipplebacks harbored deep within their bowels. He tried to scatter it about, as the wind was blowing it away almost just as quickly as he was expelling it. Flying in a zigzag pattern, J-B tried to surround the Nightmare within the distributed specs of colored smoke as to increase the chances of wounding the dragon. Then, once the sky was filled with a thin veil of green, Jerk opened his mouth and lit the entire thing aflame.

This strategy had its pros and cons, as there was an initial quick but large explosion in the lighting of the fumes. Unable to avoid it, the heat seared J-B's scales on the surface and nibbled at the tips of his wings. They once again lost their airborne equilibrium and started to fall. Several feet down, they managed to catch air again and become stagnant. The two heads looked up at the aftermath of their attack. As dispersed as the fumes had been and as windy as it was up there, the flames could only manage purchase on a waft of smoke for a few seconds before dying out. Before long, all that was left was gray smoke and an awful stench. J-B could only hope that the attack had at least done a little bit of damage, even to a dragon that lit itself on fire as a pastime. They would be even more satisfied if the Nightmare's human passenger was wounded instead.

At this point, Milkwort was quite a ways away across the field. He was just a quick sprint through the forest away from town, yet he stopped deliberately and turned around. He could see his dragon now and could just barely notice his charred scales. Despite the Hideous Zippleback's beat up appearance, he still looked raring for another showdown as he stared up at whatever Nayrol was doing now. The boy took in a deep breath and cupped his hands around his mouth.

"Heeey!! You stupid dragon! Look over here! I'm getting dad! You better stop me!!" And then, without a backwards glance, he spun around and ran into the forest. Needless to say, this caught J-B's attention immediately. He had completely forgotten about that boy and his father after downing Daevra and starting a new battle with Nayrol. Milkwort's father had been the one that captured him in his home--his comfort zone where he was most strong and even had the backup of his flock. To the Zippleback, Muddring was the most powerful and feared human to ever walk the earth. In reality, the retired viking was just as strong as any of his fellows, but he held a fearless demeanor that sent shivers down the dragon's spine not unlike the way Ayamayr had glared at him earlier.

The two heads' outcry of bewilderment turned into one of outrage in an instant. Though Bully looked defeated all over again at the relapsed thought of Muddring, Jerk was not about to allow their puny "owner" to intimidate them. With a furious shriek, the Zippleback flew after Milkwort at full speed. They reached the forest in no time where the boy was out of sight. Listening, Jerk could hear him sprinting clumsily from within as they hovered above the trees. He snarled at Bully to blanket the forest with his smoke, but the other head was again submissive and uncooperative. With an annoyed click, Jerk snapped static between his jaws and lowered his head to the treetops. Though it was rather unpractical and ineffective at first, the sparks did manage to give life to a few tiny flames amongst the leaves.

Running as fast as his far from athletic feet could take him, he cast a quick glance over his shoulder to see his dragon's enormous shadow dash over him. He hadn't thought this through very well. His intention had been to purely to get J-B away. The damned dragon could go anywhere, just so long as it wasn't here anymore where he was making his new friend--if he could call her that anymore--unhappy and hurt her dragon. But now the Zippleback wanted to hurt him. Jerk was clearly willing to burn the entire forest down just to stop him from reaching his father, and whether or not Muddring would actually be able to stop J-B's rampage if he did find him was still up in the air. At this rate, however, it was very unlikely that Milkwort would even be able to make it out of this forest. "Shit."

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

((I'm sorry I keep making my posts so godawful long.))

[wolfheart]

Nayrol coughed in a confused manner as the smoke wrapped around him, all sight of J-B lost as the dragon seemed to melt into the smoke. Wolf instinctively ducked, not a moment too soon. As soon as a small spark appeared in the haze, the whole sky was alight with flames. Nai didn't mind, but Wolf gave her namesake howl as the fire flickered, burning her skin. It felt as if J-B was nipping her evilly.

As the smoke cleared, Wolf saw J-B retreating. Could it be? It was staring at something. Wolf strained her ears and heard Milk's words. Nai heard all of it perfectly. He dived down, aiming for the Zippleback. It had nearly reached Milk. It could have been alright.

But it wasn't.

"NAYROL!" Wolf yelled in shock, pointing at his right wing. He looked. His wound had reopened, spilling blood everywhere. He lost his balance. He had been aiming for Jerk's neck, hoping to strangle him with his legs, but as his feet closed around Jerk, he lost control and plummeted downwards, trying to drag the dragon down with him.

Wolf was about 30 feet up and as Nai dropped like a stone, her hands slipped and she fell. The last thing she heard before she landed in a heap on her burned back and was knocked out was Nai making a weird hissing and growling noise, which Wolf knew as "Bloody Hell."

Then she hit the ground, and everything went dark.

[aya]

«« tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? »»
«« can't tell the reasons i did it for you »»

a y a m a y r  &  d a e v r a

  Ayamayr’s gaze widened when she heard Milkwort’s distant shout, surprised his was still even in the vicinity. While taunting a dragon was indeed an impressive feat, it would normally coincide only with a well-wrought plan, as the stunt was at the very least life-threatening. While Ayamayr wasn’t sure or not whether Milkwort had a plan for his actions, she knew that whatever he was doing, he better do it quick as she watched the newly angered Zippleback streak the sky as he raced toward his rider.
  Her attention momentarily diverted to the heavens directly above her as it was suddenly lit alight. She hoped Nayrol and Wolflegs were alright—like Jerk needed to get his hopes up again for “downing” another ferocious opponent, Ayamayr assumed with a light chuckle. But she smiled triumphantly when she saw Nayrol fall in suit with the zooming Zippleback.
  Though her eyes lingered on Nayrol, as something seemed to be coming from the dragon and falling to the earth below. She had to squint to see it better. But her eyes grew in shock again when she realized the telltale crimson colour of what was streaming from the Nightmare.
  Without a second thought, Ayamayr hastily mounted Daevra again. “C’mon, Dae! We have to help them,” she uttered. “But try to be quiet about it, ‘kay?” With a concurring grunt, Daevra righted himself then jumped from the ground. He maintained a treetop-level altitude as he flew over the forest, lightly grazing the lush canopy with his trailing feet. His beats were long and slow, possibly registering as the softly whirling wind near the ground to those within hearing. Occasionally the growth of trees reached higher, for a moment hiding the Timperjack behind its green wall. He was progressing at an agreeable pace, but stopped and hovered in the air when he caught sight of the flames scorching the top layer of the forest. Ayamayr glanced around the area, hoping that what she was thinking was in fact false. But after catching neither sound nor sight of Milkwort, she faced the obvious fact.
  She anxiously rapped on Daevra’s neck, urging him to go.
  Milkwort was in there, at full mercy of the rampaging fire above.

  Then it occurred to her. Is this… my fault? she thought gloomily. She hadn’t restrained Daevra at the very beginning, knowing full well that she was capable of so. Even then, she could have simply excused her and her dragon when Milkwort first came onto Jerk and Bully for “attacking” Daevra. Looking back, she wasn’t sure why she didn’t leave the fellow dragon rider. Wouldn’t she have done such in normal circumstances? After turning the theory over her mind several times, she believed she would have.
  Or was it her hidden desperation to have a human friend that she’d even defy herself? Her comfortable act of shutting everyone out, even seldom letting Daevra under her façade and see her true motives. Not even her Timperjack knew of her drive to vanquish the Hysterians—all of them, so they could never come to haunt her nor harm those close to her ever again. She couldn’t tell him, because she knew she would most likely perish in the process.
  Suddenly Ayamayr was jarred from her pessimistic reverie as Daevra gave one strong swoop of his wings, causing the two to gain a few yards of height. He had been attempting to blow the flames out meanwhile. While each flap caused the fire to follow the push of the draft, spreading slightly, the fiery tongues that lapped at the air and tree alike dwindled, growing weaker and smaller. With all signs of the once vibrant fire gone, Daevra pinpointed the Zippleback . He idled in the air, waiting for Jerk and Bully to spot and race after him, that is if he had escaped Nayrol’s claws—before he, apparently, abruptly black out.

«« when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you »»
«« you say that i'm frozen but what can i do? »»

[[ Oh, I’ve felt like crap the past few days, so I didn’t want to give y’all an equally craptastic post… -__-;; And yea, Eclipse was alright, better than the previous two... Eh? Long posts are good! ^w^]]

[/blockquote]