Bone had never been in a fight before. But she loved her brother, and hearing the sudden cry sparked real fear in her. What in the caves could make a dragon cry for mercy-?

She turned, arcing alongside her father--she'd still been close to him, and Blight bobbing near her (and he was an adorable thing; she loved him already). As Dread powered over the buildings and into view, Bone was close behind, and off to his right (left, if one were facing them). She was careful not to draw too close, so that their wings would not impact and send them both flying, a lesson they'd learned the hard way in Monoceros as she grew.

Svartis--there, with another beast, a green-glittering spike-quilled monster--its jaws around his throat. Her pale eyes sprang wide, an indignant, helpless roar bellowing from her own chest, echoing after Dread's.

She swept off to one side, unwilling to blast them both with flame; Svartis was not like her, not like her father. He was ice, and fire would harm him badly. But she could blow flame around them, a warning to Alpha, to frighten or drive it off.

The fire came--and Bone failed to account, being entirely unfamiliar with her fire (a gentle being, usually, at heart) for its path. She breathed it, but she did not project it, and swept through it rather than pouring it down across the rock. A moment later the white dragon shot past the pair of fighters, engulfed in flames, a second, horrid roar shrieking from her throat.

OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW-

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RE: parallel universe - Blight - Apr 09 2020

The tiny hatchling could not keep up with his new family, not by any means. When he heard Dad cry for help, panic flared in his chest, and he turned, following frantically as Dread and Bone immediately swept off at high speed toward him.

Blight, only a couple feet long, went bobbing along slowly in their wake, trying to catch up.

By the time he came into view, Bone was already on fire. He didn't know why, or how, but it was scary, and--"DAD!" he cried, seeing Alpha there, straddling Svartis' throat. Fear ran through him and he bobbed his way toward Alpha as rapidly as he could, aiming his own tiny dragon breath for the monster--assuming he even got that far before Alpha bailed.

If Alpha didn't flee (or snatch the hatchling from the air), Blight was prepared to breathe his tiny plague sneezing fit at the monster! "LET GO OF MY DAD!" he squealed.

@Orthoclase-Alpha

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RE: parallel universe - Orthoclase-Alpha - Apr 09 2020

As its teeth sheared a path through thick plating and hide, leaving bloody streaks to drip down Svartis's throat, something - came to mind. Something that made its limbs freeze. Panic ran cold through its veins, steely, coppery... tasting suspiciously like fire, brimstone, soot, all other things related to fire.

Roars sounded around it, and Alpha let go of the dragon entirely to search the skies. Not one, not two, but three (it was counting the smallest one, of course) of the damn beasts were haunting the sky, one completely on fire and screeching by. If she was in pain, the orthoclase didn't notice through it the fear overclocking its heartrate. Blood roared in its ears as it damn near tumbled off of where it was straddling Svartis.

Magicka flaring - good riddance - it scattered like a rat escaping the ship before it was even on fire.

exit Alpha, unless stopped

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RE: parallel universe - Svartis - Apr 09 2020

Svartis went stiff as teeth grazed his throat, giving a weak hiss of pain as they went deeper, leaving ragged paths through his flesh and hide. One, he'd run out of fight; two, he didn't want to move for fear of making this more painful.

Draconic roars echoed in the distance, calamity approaching, wings beating heavily.

The weight across his body shifted, then vanished entirely. Icy eyes followed the kaiju as it vanished out of sight.

If there was ever an approximation of silence, the black dragon peeled himself from the ground, one tender, torn wing at a time. His eyes went glassy with pain, fins physically drooping. Carefully, Svartis placed himself on shaky feet, barely able to keep himself up on only one good foot (even then, his calf was furiously bleeding yet) and wing.

A breathy hiss of pain echoed through him as he swallowed, disturbing the freshest of his wounds. He - needed to keep that in him. Svartis reached feebly, and pressed against his throat with magic. Some sort of impromptu bandage made out of ice would have to do for now. It was bitterly cold, but... reassuring.

He stood in place while his family - thank the Caves - circled around him, settling, maybe. His chest felt altogether too tight as he called, raspy from all of his screaming, "th-ank you."

@Dread

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RE: parallel universe - Origin Cave - Apr 09 2020

Character: Svartis Age: +4 (4 Cycles) Magic Level: +3 (Pupil) ROUND 1 Attempt: +7 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +19 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +4 Penalties: -0 ROUND 4 Attempt: +12 Penalties: -0 ROUND 5 Attempt: +4 Penalties: -0 ROUND 6 Attempt: +1 (oof) Penalties: -0 Total: 54

Character: Orthoclase-Alpha Age: +3 (3 Cycles) Magic Level: +3 (Brawler) ROUND 1 Attempt: +16 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +15 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +18 Penalties: -0 ROUND 4 Attempt: +10 Penalties: -0 ROUND 5 Attempt: +4 Penalties: -5 (ignored failure to pin?? bro idk) ROUND 6 Attempt: +18 Penalties: -0 Total: 82

WINNER: Orthoclase-Alpha

[judges own fight lol] - navy

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