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By all means! I actually need to revise some of my rules but feel free to use whatever interests you :D

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Aw man, I never thought it'd happen, but I actually really like Vin and sympathize with him. He seems like he really could be a sweetheart, if he got some help and patience.

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Chapter 7

A cloudless, blue sky. Ocean shimmering, rippling in the sunlight below. Wind in her feathers, her fur, her face. She was free, soaring higher, higher, letting the breeze carry her. She smiled, gliding effortlessly over the endless sea. No worries. No problems. Just her and the wide open sky. A murkbottom gull joined her, its muted bronze scales shining almost blindingly. She looked at it, and it at her. Then it opened its beak...

And squawked loudly right in her ear. Matar yelped and almost tumbled over herself in surprise, a ringing sound filling her cotton-stuffed head. Looking up dazedly the Coatl came face-to-face with the bird from her dream, except it was very real and very angry. She was back on the ledge, solid under her claws. Still barely any wind ruffled her plumage. Everything hurt, particularly her head and right wing-shoulder. Oh right. She'd crashed. And now that she was awake thirst and hunger made themselves painfully aware, stomach growling angrily and mouth as dry as Dragonhome sounded.

The gull shrieked again, making the dragon retreat a few paces. Seems it had a nest here and she'd somehow barely avoided disturbing it during last night's fumblings. And now it wanted her gone, starting by waking her at a pre-dawn hour. It was still a murky half-light, the sun still rising from its slumber.

Ilmatar and the seabird locked glares, neither happy with the other's presence. Tentatively the Coatl reached forward, felt the smooth surface, rolled it over without looking away. The bird watched her movement but made none of its own, content that she was far enough away from its nest. She flicked her long tongue out at it, picked up the egg and-

...that wasn't her egg. Matar looked down, confused as to what the heavy, smooth object she was now holding could be. And cursed. Loudly. What in Windsinger's name had she done to have managed to crash into the one cliff with an exposed, loose, giant moonstone that just so happened to be the same size and shape as a dragon's egg?! She stared, dumbfounded at the bird still glaring at her. How? Just... just how? But then... where was the actual egg?

She panicked. Shoving aside the oval moonstone Matar twisted her neck around to take in her surroundings. The ledge was as small as it had felt as she'd scrabbled around in the night, if longer given the nest's location. No egg to be seen. Oh no... A mad dash to the edge, grabbing hold, looking down. A lethargic ocean lapped despondently at the foot of the cliff. No sign of the Plague egg. Looked up. Nothing between her and the sky – nowhere else for it to have landed. No shell fragments, no... no contents spilled. Where then?

The bird squawked again. She picked up a rock and threw it at the pest. It lifted itself up to avoid the projectile, revealing the precious life it had been guarding. A clutch of speckled eggs. And there, at the back, one stood out. Larger. Green. You have got to be kidding me.

So now Ilmatar had to fight off a super protective mother gull who had mistaken a dragon's egg for one of its own and was now planting its amphibious hindquarters on it. While tired. And hungry. And thirsty. And very, very upset.

“Look, bird, I don't like you and you don't like me,” Matar told the scaly avian, voice low, menacing, “but you have something that does not belong to you and I'd quite like it back.” The bird tilted its head, unfazed. Matar took a step forward, inflating her body and puffing out her feathers. “You better behave or- Ack!” Quick as a flash the gull launched itself at her, raking the air in front of her face with its talons as it circled back to the nest. It stood, wings spread, ready to take another dive. The dragon backed off, hissing in agitation.

Slowly the Coatl resumed her stance, staring down her opponent as she prepared to charge. The bird hissed, flaring its wings as wide as it could, shifting from webbed foot to webbed foot. A battle cry left Matar's throat as she flung herself forward with all of her, admittedly flagging, might. In retaliation the gull lifted into the air and aimed itself at the attacker, talons outstretched. Matar dodged to one side, letting the claws whiz past, skidding around to face it as she backed closer to the nest. “Come get me, featherbrain!” she goaded, lashing her whiplike tail over the eggs. With a shriek of outrage the gull wheeled around for another attempt. Claws tapped the stone in anticipation, green eyes focused.

Coatls were normally known for their magical prowess rather than physical, yet Matar was one of many who had chosen to fight with tooth and claw over spells. In her early years she'd had great pleasure buffeting clanmates with gusts of wind blown either from maw or wing, but as she got older she turned away from such abilities. Mostly from sharpening her claws in boredom by scraping them over the lips of wooden platforms and realising their use in other activities. There were times where one form was favoured over the other and indeed she considered herself versatile in both arts. And now she was putting them both to use.

As the bird got closer Ilmatar reared up on her back legs with help with her wings, sucking in air as pain shot through her shoulder again. Closer, closer... down came an outstretched paw laced with magic, sending a gale-force shock wave at the amphibious avian. It collided, sending feather and scale scattering as the disoriented bird was blasted backwards, falling towards the ocean. No way it would die but now was the chance. Matar circled around and seized the egg – her egg – and, clutching it tight with one arm, awkwardly half-ran half-waddled to the opposite end of the platform. It followed the cliff-face as it curved around, revealing more ledges. Using her momentum the Coatl kept running and, using her sore wings to glide, leapt between the outcroppings towards a patch of land that dipped smoothly down towards the water's edge. It wasn't until she was several lengths away from the cliffs that she allowed herself to stop, staggering over to a cluster of bamboo shoots and collapsing tiredly into it.

With a grin of triumph the brilliantly-coloured Coatl hugged her prize close, determined to never let go of it ever again. A gurgle from her midsection interrupted her jubilations. Right. She would recuperate for a bit then return to the sea. Hopefully some shellfish would have washed up on the shore...

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In this chapter Varethyn attempts a fight scene. Varethyn does not do good fight scenes.
Oh and the lack of Saira and Vin? It's still damn early and they're not awake yet /excuses

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Heads up that I might redo yesterday's post. I'm just not happy with how it turned out.

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20-30 rounds in Woodland Path. Nothing majorly interesting. Saira is proving to not be much of a fighter by constantly missing Contuse blasts while Vin has been getting crits left right and centre. After 22 rounds everyone is level 6 and perfectly healthy.

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Uh-oh.

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UH-OH.

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Completely anticlimactic. No close calls, no interesting drops, only heals were from Saira... Yup, it happened. Which probably means next time someone will die knowing my luck :D

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Art time! I'm still kinda struggling with my creativeness but have a piece of Matar.
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Fun fact: I actually doodled this during a course I was on last week and was looking forward to an art roll to work on it :D ...except without the scales I hate those scales omg

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Oooo, that art looks fantastic, Vare! Love the messy feathers, she looks scrappy.

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I still need to rewrite the previous entry, but this is too damn hilarious. Absolutely perfect familiar to have drop.
You also know what that means...

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Accepting name ideas! Genes too, and a new rule I hadn't thought about previously: I can breed-change dragons from unhatched eggs before the next RP entry otherwise they're stuck as they are. Let me know what you come up with :D

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His tert is hard to work with so I suggest basic or spines :D - maybe firefly.. I did found that the accent in striation matches the tert so maybe :D - of all the scries here my favorite is the fae

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Thanks Tarn and Lupis for your suggestions! I will reveal later what I decided to change him into :)

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Chapter 8

“Go away. Shoo! Seriously!” A long, whip-like tail lashed through the air, narrowly missing the scaled bird that seemed intent on following Matar and her egg. It squawked at her in response, continuing to follow at far enough of a distance to not be struck. The Coatl sighed, wishing that the habit had lessened since leaving the Singing Reeds, the Wind Whistler lair. Apparently it had only gotten worse. Everything felt against her, seeming as if punishment for her decision. And of course, to add to it all, there was no easily-accessible seafood along the shore.

Rocks were kicked over, gaps peered into, holes were reached tentatively inside... nothing. Ilmatar planted her hindquarters on the ground and glared at the water's edge, flicking her tongue in annoyance as she gently rolled the egg over the sandy soil. Nothing else for it. It was either make a fishing rod or net, or dive. And she did not fancy getting wet. Soggy feathers were heavy. And unsightly. Fishing equipment it is, then.

Shouldn't be too hard. the red dragon thought to herself confidently, getting to her paws and beginning to search. Just need some string, and some hooks, and... She stopped, frowning. Yes it would be that hard! It's not like she could just take a stroll down to the tackle shop and purchase it! An exasperated groan left her maw as, once again, she whipped her tail at the annoying bird that would not leave her alone. It picked at her tail. She flicked it away. The bird followed. Matar stared at it through weary, half-lidded eyes as it started tugging on the tip of her tail like an oversized worm. Cursed Coatl dietary needs. Why couldn't she simply eat the bird?

Eventually the amphibious avian gave up and flew away. Good riddance. Ilmatar thought as she rested her head on a hand as she gazed out at the water, imagining the tasty fish swimming out of reach. Too soon was the thought, as the gull returned presently with its usual squeaky caw. Ilmatar ignored it, trying to piece together how she could use shore debris to catch fish. Another caw. Her brow furrowed further. Another. She rounded on the bird. “WHAT?!” It stepped back a bit, tilted its head at her and then began hopping towards the cliff line. When she didn't move it came back and repeated the gesture. Was it... trying to get her to follow? No harm I suppose... the dragon conceded, hefting herself on all fours and trailing after the unlikely companion.

The gull half flew, half hopped between the rocks with the ease of one who knew this environment. Behind it Matar puffed and panted as she attempted to take the same route, slipping several times as she went. Then there was a stable part, curved and slick with surf which made it difficult to traverse but was easier on the limbs than jumping. Not that she had to any more. The gull perched on a rock and looked expectantly at the area Matar was stood on. She cocked her head at it when it didn't move. “Now what?” It squawked. Nothing more. She sighed. Again.

Just as she was about to give up and make her way back a small wave slid up the smooth stone surface, paused, receded into the ocean. Something caught in the surf caught the Coatl's emerald eyes and an idea came to mind. Without the wind what waves were made were small. Perhaps if she lent a claw... It wouldn't be much. Hunger and fatigue restricted options. This had to result in something or else... She didn't think about it. Balancing the egg in an indent in the cliff the dragon took flight, straining to keep herself aloft as pain seared her shoulders. A few wingbeats took her over the water, stopping when she was a respectable distance from solid ground. She focused, pulling her stubby arm back and then, which a grunt of effort, unleashed a gale strike at the sea. The force sent the water careening into the cliffs with a mighty splash, causing even the gull to retreat. And as it slunk back to join the rest of the ocean Matar's face split into a wide grin as the result appeared.

No sooner had she landed did the Coatl seize a large clam that had been brought up, slamming it against a rock and prying it open with her claws. It relented and the sweet, juicy innards were pulled out, slid down the long throat. She gulped and sighed once more, this time with contentment. An oyster was next. Small. Delicious. An impatient squawk reminded her the gull was still there, probably waiting for an easy meal. For a brief moment she considered ignoring it. However it had shown her how to get food here. Some gratitude might be worth it. “Fine.” she said tiredly, placing a muckbottom snail on the rock. Instantly the bird flitted over, pulling out the meat with its sharp beak. With its prize the bird returned to the rock, swallowing contentedly.

Nothing good could last forever. As Ilmatar was finishing off the last of her spoils the ocean suddenly surged on its own. She stared at it, shellfish hovering in front of her waiting teeth. That was not right. The water swelled again. The gull flew away. The crustacean was dropped, the egg grabbed, the way back retraced, more treacherous this time as water made the rocks slick, slippery. It was painfully slow going. Another surge. Large. Those weren't fish in there. When the waters receded there was no trace of dragon nor egg. Only the empty shells of a meal interrupted.

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“...So then I said, “Of course it didn't work! That's manaweed, not marsh choker!” Needless to say he's now a lovely pink colour. So then he said...”

This went on for some time. Saira had learned how to tune out the constant chatter of the hyper Spiral as they made their way down through the Reedcleft Ascent. They'd both managed to get a decent night's sleep and, after insisting he clean up his mess, both she and Vin had started their mission to locate the runaway Coatl. The Skydancer hadn't expected it to be a quiet journey given the company she was keeping, yet somehow she hadn't expected it to be this noisy either.

It all started by asking more about life before the Windswept Plateau. It started with life before the Windswept Plateau then gradually dissolved into snatches of various conversations Vin had taken part in along the way. In this particular case, a herb mix up. What the need for the herbs was had been lost within the babbling. The few times Saira had asked for context Vin had to remember what he had said and not said, often resulting in the repeating of the story with little to no context actually being added. So now she only half listened, interested only in anything of actual use and nodding and smiling at everything else.

Hopping and gliding their way back to the mainland Saira's lime gaze rarely strayed from the direction Ilmatar had fled in the evening before. It was highly doubtful that she was still over there as that was the direction of the Scarred Wasteland, home to the Plague Flight. But where she would return in the Wind Domain was anyone's guess. Saira simply hoped she could pick up on the Coatl's feelings before long.

As they continued, Vin rabbiting as Saira pretended to listen, a structure began to appear on the horizon. With jingling feathers the Dryland Drifter held up a claw to silence the Spiral, who did with a snap, and pointed at the building. “Looks like someone set up a lair up ahead. We should stop by and ask if anyone's seen Ilmatar.”

“Good idea, good idea!” Vin agreed enthusiastically, vigorously nodding his head. “Someone there surely must... have...” And just like that he was out like a light. Saira momentarily rested a hand on her long face, composed herself, lifted the slumbering serpent onto her back as she headed towards the supposed clan site. At least it was quiet now.

At first glance the lair seemed small, perched comfortably at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean. As the traveller got closer however it became apparent that whoever lived here had constructed ladders and elevators powered by an intricate pulley system to hoist the platform up and down to and from the beach below. Presumably the lair continued down by the water. All around the buildings looked to be built from wood planks fashioned from the local trees, interspersed with driftwood washed up from other realms. Various fishing paraphernalia decorated the walkways and the stench of fish hung in the air, clogging throats and watering eyes. It was hard for Saira to not gag as she ventured through. Strong line threaded through rings hammered into wood pikes held oversized hooks over the edge, ready to drop into the water. Who knows what it was they were trying to catch with those. Or if they were actually for decoration. Dragons of different species meandered about what looked like a marketplace, others stood behind stalls hawking their wares as yet more perused the stock on sale. Voices shouting from below suggested further activity, possibly the actual fisher-dragons.

“Hello?” Saira called to attract attention. Success, pretty much everyone in earshot looked up at the newcomer. Some waved, others smiled. The stall owners made gestures to encourage her over, hoping for trade. When she didn't move their attention went to other passers-by. It wasn't all for naught though, as a yellow tiger-striped Snapper with striped grey wings approached, smile wide.

“Greetings friend. What brings you to Saltwind Heights?”

Saira bowed her long neck, feathers clinking melodiously with the movement. “Greetings.” she replied, subtly flicking her antennae to determine the stranger's intentions. “I am seeking a clan member who foolishly set out on her own with no supplies and little to no knowledge of the land. I don't suppose you, or anyone else here, has caught sight of a bright red Coatl woman?”

The Snapper contorted his broad face in thought, recalling events of the recent days. “Nope, can't say I have.” he soon replied, a hint of disappointment in his gruff voice. “You sure she came this way?”

“Hard to say,” the Skydancer replied, satisfied the Snapper meant no ill. “however last I saw her she'd accidentally flown out towards the Scarred Wasteland in a fit of rage when I attempted to bring her home. I'd hoped perhaps she'd returned in this area.”

“Well,” the yellow dragon clicked his tongue thoughtfully, “it's not often someone passes this way without someone seeing them. You may have guessed but ours is a fishing market town. Most people will do their best to get visitors to buy from us.”

Saira nodded, waving a claw at the stall ahead of them in example. “I assumed as such.”

The Snapper nodded back and opened his mouth to continue speaking, only to be cut off by a cry from the foot of the cliff. “Maren attack!”

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