Redfang Rampage - Printable Version

Comet wasn't afraid to stand up on the flight over the water. Several times she almost fell off, but she always caught herself at the last second. The flight was rather smooth, and she could tell that the dragon was experienced at this kind of thing. The wind blew through her fur, and she felt-- free. She was no longer stuck on land now! Maybe she could even touch the ceiling... and then Carja landed and the flight was over. Good things weren't meant to last.

Picking up the fish, she jumped down from her back, and shook her fur. Now that the wind from flying was gone, she felt a bit unsteady on the ground. "Okay!" Comet swung her head back, then forwards, sending the fish flying in the air towards the water.

@Game Master Dark

The seas churned and heaved, waves throwing up spray and fogging the ocean of Fornax from proper sight. Visibility dropped minute by minute, and now the first rumbling roll of thunder CRACK-grumbled through the cave.

The thrown fish was quickly lost to the surf; if something did scent it, or nab it, it wasn't visible.

Perhaps further chumming the water would do it; perhaps a greater blood offering was in order...

Carja blinked and stared into the water dumbly, the churning of the water and the storm above not fazing her at all. She tapped a claw on the ground and perked up.

"Hey... I wonder if I bit my tongue and stuck my head in, I could lure one close and grab it!", she exclaimed, of course thinking that this was a brilliant idea.

The dragon stuck out her blue tongue and bit it, the wound immediately starting to bleed a weird glowing cyan. She thrust her head into the water and opened her mouth, stepping forward so her front feet were in the lagoon, allowing her to stick her neck out deeper. This was the best idea she'd ever had.

Now... she waited, jaws open and blue eyes half-shut, eyeing the water.

Comet watched as the fish landed in the churning sea without a single splash. It was quickly lost in the waves, leaving her wondering if it had even been noticeable among all huge waves that fell down in loud BOOMs.

"That sounds-- dangerous." Even the pup wasn't so crazy as to think luring a Redfang with a bleeding tongue was a good idea. Wasn't the purpose of bait was that it was meant to be eaten? Would the Redfang bite her tongue off? But she was sure that the dragon was very capable, and able to do things that most others couldn't.

Comet watched the glowing cyan blood trickle out of her tongue. That was cool! She didn't know Carja had such cool blood! Her own was just the same irony red. She watched and waited to see if the bait would work, prepared to strike when there was a sign of a Redfang.

@Game Master Dark

The scent of blood--cyan or not--spread quickly in discolored, billowing clouds down into the surging iron gray of Fornax's seas.

Minutes passed...

Movement, then--a glimmer of dark scales rising from the dark below. It was difficult to see in the froth, but Carja would have an instant, perhaps, to react.

There were three Redfangs: one miniscule hatchling, barely more than a fry; one twelve-pound fish, small but sharp-fanged. Certainly manageable, however, for one such as Carja. These two both swept straight for the bait: Carja's tongue. But the third was half-grown, forty-six pounds--not massive, but it drove for Carja's forelegs with a sharp thrust of its tail.

If the dragon-creature did not dodge in time, the bites on her forelegs might hurt, but little more; the tongue, however, could be very badly harmed or even severed...

Carja's head snapped out at the glimmer of scales, her forelegs coming out of the water as she thrust herself like a fox after a mouse, her wings flaring on either side of Comet to grab her if she fell. She aimed to grab a fish, hopefully, both to protect her tongue and to get the prey she wanted.

Her forelegs were tucked into her chest as she dove, but her teeth seemed to snap wrongly and it took a moment to realize why.

Her tongue.

Her head ripped from the water as she shrieked, blood seeping from her mouth a lot more than it had before, and she grew enraged rather suddenly jaws snapping through the water, hoping to catch a fin or something and rend it off in revenge.

Stupid fish!

There was no way this would end well. A moment everything was calm, and the next everything exploded. The Redfangs swam up from the water, and Carja tried diving and snapping her teeth on one of the fish. The ear splitting shriek made the pup fold back her ear, that sounded painful. Perhaps using your tongue as bait wasn't such a good idea?

Comet scrunched her nose as she smelled blood, but tried to attack the biggest Redfang out of the three. The two smaller ones were in front of the dragon, so Carja could take care of them. Diving headfirst into the water, she tried to tackle the Redfang and stop it from moving.

Comet leapt into the surf, landing atop the largest Redfang. As a half-grown pup she was probably about the same weight, and the Redfang was all muscle; this wound up as a thrashing, flailing rodeo with wolf riding fish, rather than anything so mundane as man and horse.

Meanwhile, another fin cut the surface: gray, sleek, and... tiny, as a baby Redfang less than an inch long arrowed toward the scent of blood. That made two tiny fry; what to do with them was another question.

Carja stomped her feet down and pawed at her mouth as blood gushed from it, her tongue awkwardly hanging out of her mouth, a chunk bitten out of it. She growled, a low, grumbling down deep in her chest. She'd deal with the Redfang's in a way they couldn't fight back!

Preparing to cast the spell upon the fish in front of her, she spat out her magic from her mouth, only... nothing happened. A small puff of ice floated from her mouth and turned to vapor quickly, and she snapped her jaws shut in anger, eyes flashing with it before she tried instead to tear apart one of the fries. It looked easy enough to bat, but its size allowed it to slip through her fingers, only frustrating her further.

Slapping her paws down childishly, she let out a ground-shaking roar at the water and the fish in it, utterly furious.

They were fish! She was a dragon!!!!! WHY WAS SHE LOSING?!

Comet felt a brief feeling of victory as she felt her body hit the Redfang straight on the back. She had expected it to be easy, it was just a fish after all. But she had never seen such a muscled fish as this, one that was made to be a predator. Soon it became a crazy ride, with the Redfang constantly trying to buck her off its back, and swimming in random patterns.

Even with her claws digging in to try and not fall off, Comet could already tell she needed to end this quickly, she was already getting tired. Now that she was directly on the fish though, glaciating was not possible. Perhaps she could try steering the fish? Yes, she could try beaching it onto the shore.