Hi. I wanted to tell you 1) if you could make the newest No More Hiding, and 2) the reason I haven't been active on No More Hiding.
I haven't been able to focus on the roleplay (or the wiki in general), for a while because I'm working on other projects on other sites, and I don't really have enough time to work on the roleplay, so I think I'm going to be absent from that for a while.
Okay, that's just a little update on the Roleplay, so yea. Bye.
Maybe 5 slaves, and three additional masters, because I want to make a master for someone. How about everyone had a master and a slave to play, but we mix it up so that each person can be slave or master to another player.
Once, in the timeline dubbed as the cruelty route, five eggs were layed in the territory of the mucky sand. Nightwings and sandwings had officially formed one tribe, and they called themselves the 'duskwings'. Unfortunately, icewings and Duskwings are at war, and the royal eggs of the Duskwings were seized by the icewings. Each was sold as a high price, and expected to hatch with powers, as their mother was a nightwing.
you are these eggs, and you are these masters.
We will be using a randomizer for this, so each icewing will have another person's slave.
titana is an imposingly beautiful dragon, with shining white scales with the slightest hint of blue. her horns and scales are ever so slightly darker, just enough to be able to notice the difference. Her stunning form is perfectly accentuated by her sharp scales, and shows off her extensive muscles. Titana's navy blue eyes are as unreadable as the rest of her face, and her voice, high and sweet, shows of sarcasm and deciet.
TItana has a very strong form, and is agile and perceptive. She is physically top notch, but her intelligence is a tiny bit less than average. However, Titana's diplomatic skills make up for the lack in knowledge. Titana is the queen of deciet, able to make a slave feel like a monarch, if they actually deserved it. Titana is very emotionally stable.
TItana is for the most part cruel and sadistic. She hates the other tribes with a burning passion, and thinks that they deserve to be erased from existance. Titana, despite her outlook, does not wish to kill anyone herself, but that doesn't mean she can't hurt people if necessary. She mistrusts nearly everyone around her, save for a few, special snowflakes. She is for the most part, like a glacier. pretty to look at, but cold.
Titania is an imposingly beautiful dragon, with shining white scales with the slightest hint of blue. Her horns and scales are ever so slightly darker, just enough to be able to notice the difference. Her stunning form is perfectly accenuated by her sharp scales, and shows off her extensive muscles. Titana's navy blue eyes are as unreadable as the rest of her face, and her voice, high and sweet, shows of sarcasm and deceit.
Titania has a very strong form, and is agile and perceptive. She is physically top notch, and her intelligence is even over average. Her diplomatic skills are something to contend with. Titania is the queen of deceit, able to make a slave feel like a monarch, if they actually deserved it. Titania is very emotionally stable.
Titania is for the most part cruel and sadistic. She hates the other tribes with a burning passion, and thinks that they deserve to be erased from existence. Titania, despite her outlook, does not wish to kill anyone herself, but that doesn't mean she can't hurt people if necessary. She mistrusts nearly everyone around her, save for a few, special dragons. Titania especially hates NightWings. She is, for the most part, like a glacier. Pretty to look at, but cold at heart.
Alex haden't seen Midnight for a while, after she stayed in the scorpion den with there egg. It had been nearly a year since he had last seen her. So, what was he going to do? Hang out at a bar. He never excepted to see Midnight again. But, then again, what other place would she be?
"Thanks man." Midnight nodded to Snake. He grinned, or maybe that was just his scar making his mouth go weird. That's what it usually was. "I can't wait for it. See ya tonight." She dodged past him with a smile as he cuffed her shoulder. She left the building. She went to the bar. The Drunken Dragon. Don't judge her.
Alex shrugged. "I don't know. After dad sorta dragged me out, I guess we just never saw each other much."
(Maybe, but he probably, possibly, hasn't hatched yet. Maybe he's close to hatching, though.)
(Oh, and in case you didn't notice, Alex's dad has a tendency to drag him into alot of projects, despite Alex not enjoying it. And since Alex is the only son in his family, the rest of his siblings being girls, his dad focuses on him, alot.)
"Duhhhh." Midnight snickered. She led him over to her house. "Here we go!" She opened the door, quickly shoved him inside, and locked the door after herself. "We're in Slayer territory, but you can never be too careful." She nodded.
Alex nodded, almost tripping as Midnight pushed him. "Yeah, you can never be too sure!" He scratched the back of his head. "Is there anywhere I can rest?" He chuckled. "I'm probably gonna regret this in the morning."
Fang sighed as she ordered another drink. She shook out her mane of pale blue spikes, a dragon turned towards her but her sharp gaze stopped him. He flinched and drooped, the Seawing walked off and she did a small smile. Some dragons, they really have no luck.
Fang turned, her sea blue eyes flashing darker at somedragon's touch. She saw a Sandwing who was kinda cute with a weird green pattern. The rage in her eyes still burned but lessened a bit," Kindly take your talon off."
Fang said nothing, she just studied the dragon. "Unless your going to by me a drink which is unlikely or here to fight which is likely. I would apprecite you taking it off too." She said, the anger dipersing. She spread her pale wings and tilted her head
"Cute? I've been called multiple things, cute isn't one I usually hear. Ya'know your pretty cute yourself." Flirted Fang as she leaned into him deeper. She saw his golden scales flashing as they shifted to be more comfortable
"Wolfbone.My roomate" Murmured Fang as she forced a smile. Wolfbone always seemed to be in the wrong plact at the wrong moment. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going somewhere for the night." Said Fang as her gaze turned slightly cold.
"I am, just grabbed something." Replied Wolfbone as she turned to study Dastard. Her light blue eyes studied Dastard for amoment before she flew off, leaving Fang and Dastard.
RJ sat at a table. She was here not for a drink, but just to be alone for a while. Certain dragons she knew were being complete moons-blasted smoke-breathers. "Won't do their moons-forsaken work, the Kami forbid they have to work," she mumbled to herself.
"Yeah, so?" Reux snapped. She was not in the mood. She didn't bother to say that the Kano were in fact real, Raitongu could smite this dragon for all she cared. (Pretty sure I spelled the Lightning Kami's name right XD)
Dastard smiled. "You ticked? I often do that to dragons. I dunno why." He said, clearly saying that he did know why. "Anyway. I saw ya from over dere. I like your choker. Looks a lot like-" he cleared his throat. "Nevermind. I digress. But dat don't matter. Ya been round here much?" He wondered if his manner of speech would tick her off more.
"Yes, I'm ticked and no, it's not you. Ive been around here a lot, but I've never been in here before. I don't like any of that stuff," Reux said, gestureing over to the other dragons sitting at the bar.
Dastard nodded. "Some dragons don't. This one is different than most. Less brawls." He smiled as he gestured at a sign that said in not very large letters, 'If you are too drunk to read this,' then in big letters, 'GO HOME'. He glanced her over. She's hot. "So why're you in here now?"
"Nah. Just Dastard takin on da world!" He said with a smile. "Cocktail, give us the house's best!" The bartender nodded. "It'll be good, hopefully." Said Dastard as Cocktail set it down in front of them. "Enjoy!" Dastard said, grining
RJ cautiously took a sip of the drink. "It' actually not half bad," she commented. "Anyway, I'm related to SeaWing royalty, and I also have some SkyWing and SandWing genes. I would be queen if I was an only child, but I have two other sisters that are perfectly capable of challenging Mother…and flying."
Dastard kept running his Talon up and down her back. "Of sorts. Wellllllll..." He flashed a grin. "I may or may not have been fired the other day... But I've got a lot of money saved up, so I'll be good for a while." Dastard nodded as he kept touching her back.
"I…" RJ was at loss for words. He really thought like that about her? She just didn't know what to say. MOONS, THINK RJ, THINK! she mentally screamed at herself. "Okay," she finally managed to squeak out. (I SHIP IT)
Dastard smiled back. "If you say so." He cupped her cheek with a Talon. He softly kissed her cheek. "Wait, that reminds me... Uh, I got kicked out of my apartment." He chuckled a little. "Mind if I crash at your place?" He asked softly.
RJ led Dastard down the street, ignoring the many dragons calling out "Roasted crocodile on sale!" and "Fresh-caught seagull!" She turned down multiple streets, ending up at a wooden house. She pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. "Well, here we are," she said. Her house was fairly clean, although the bookshelf in her living room was a hideous mess.
"Rather quaint!" Dastard said with a nod. "Quite nice." He looked over at RJ. He pulled her into a hug with his wings, and touched her back, yet again where her wings should be, with his talons. He tenderly kissed her.
"Thank you. I'll show you the guest room." RJ led Dastard down a short hallway that had three entrances- one to a kitchen, and two to different bedrooms. She pointed to the bedroom on the left. "That one is yours."
Dastard swallowed down his pancake. "Um- you okay?" He asked, looking at the many scars and fresh cuts on her. Some of them hadn't been there last time he had talked to her, when she had kicked him out. He had given them to her. Now, where had those others come from?
(He abused her... And basically she was kinda okay with it for a while, until he took it too far. So she finally took a stand... But now someone else is being even worse to her than he was.)(he worked with her at some job, and didn't have a home of his own)
(Hmmmmm. Dawn. She's Dawn the nerd SandWing) Dawn shrugged. "Just my boyfriend. Don't kill him, please." She brushed off Dastard's talon. "I just want to figure out how to get rid of him. If I confront him directly he'll kill me."
Dastard touched her Talon. "I can get rid of him for you. I won't let him hurt you. Promise, Dawn." Dastard said, looking up at her. He touched her neck, a scar that he had put on her. "I'll help you."
"I'm sorry I got carried away last time, Dawn." Dastard said, touching her scar again, and touching another on her chest. He touched her cheek for a moment. "I'll do whatever you need." Dastard still had a soft spot for her, though he was now smitten with RJ.
"Uh..." Dastard rubbed his neck. "I'm living with someone right now... Maybe she'd be nice enough to let you bunk down with her?" Dastard asked, looking up at Dawn. "For now, have a seat." He pulled her down next to him. "I'll get you breakfast."
"They are." Dastardly grinned. He looked at the time. "Uh oh." He swallowed down some food. "11:30? I need to be somewhere at 12." He touched Dawn's Talon. He touched a scar he had made with a claw. "I need to go."
RJ got to the library at about 11:55. She still had time. She sat down at a table and pulled out a scroll titled The NightWing Chronicles. It was a great scroll. It had even been a one of the Dragonets of Destiny's favorite scroll—Starflight, if she was correct.
"Sand Kingdom for a little while, then hung in Death's Edge for a bit, then ended up here, in Nightcry. Couple of other places as well, but those are the main ones." Dastard wasn't making eye contact, instead constantly looking over her body. He touched her back again, keeping his wing tight around her.
Death's Edge)(omg, just realized I never put it in a kingdom... Wait, or did I?))
"It's pretty crazy. Rather pretty, but also insane and wild. Drag races are the best." He looked over at her. "You should come with me there! I've been thinking about moving... Heath can fix me up with a place, probably." He nodded with a smile.