These girlfriends have been screaming at me for so long so im finally succumbing to their wishes
also maybe SandcatxMai laterrr
"What the bloody hell is wrong with me?" The pale Icewing muttered to the mirror, after making sure the bathroom door was locked. Emily had just finished screaming at a Nightwing who had tried to flirt with Dazzle. And she didn't know at all why.
It had created quite the scene, and she knew she embarrassed Dazzle. But why did she do it?
Because your jealous, a voice inside her head snapped.
Why would I be jealous? Emily's voice inside her head snapped back.
'Because you love her. It replied with a sneer.
Emily closed her eyes, and whispered, "no, I don't. She doesn't like girls, I know it. I don't like girls either."
Yes, you do. Admit it. Time to come out of the closet.
Emily's face flushed. She shook her head. "No. I'm going to get out of this bathroom, apologise to Dazzle, apologise to that creep, and everything will go back to normal."
Yet she couldn't help standing in front of the mirror ten minutes more, pondering how blissful it would be if Dazzle did like her back...
You’ve been tagged for being a super cool friend, an awesome RPer, and for making really interesting characters! You’re really fun to RP with(all those Viriclock prompts.. smh we have too many) and whenever I see a new page by you I’m always curious to check it out. Continue rocking! <3
Rebellion had fallen upon the once-peaceful city of Possibility.
The establishment, the mayors and his council in place had placed laws deemed unfair by its residents; they had added a mandatory tax on edible items and weapons, along with cracking down on unlicensed merchants. They were trying to gear the economy to better aid themselves, as the queen had requested them to come up with a mock-up plan that she would put into place over the whole kingdom if it worked.
The residents and merchants, angered by these changes that they did not like, rebelled. Their leader was a fiery SandWing by the name of Abaya; a former blacksmith and merchant who had been quote “robbed” of her job. She led the attacks on large trading companies and establishment buildings, calling all that would fight with her to her side.
The warfare and chaos had opened up anew window for bandits and thieves, allowing them to form gangs or groups and steal in large quantities. They were not allied with the loyal nor the rebels; only themselves and themselves only.
She remembered getting picked up when a band of bandits came by the Scorpion Den. Back when she was a Dragonet, who was grief stricken with the fact her siblings had left, had joined them. A year later, there leader died, and she took control. That was when, due to rumors about the rebellion going against Possibility, she and her gang-who she affectionately called her crew-had left to exactly see what was going on.
It was the perfect place to start up a new hideout. With all the distraction, the thieving was at it's highest and best. She wasn't planning on staying long, and she didn't question exactly what this rebellion was about. She already had a good guess with the other tales roaming around. The Sandwings truly had found a well temporary place.
Well, not too well, with all the unseen fights going. She didn't really care, of course. What was there to care about? Just a bunch of dragons fighting over a former peaceful town. It didn't matter to her.
(Also who is this Sandcat I see; trying to steal Abaya’s girl)
(She will Punch Him)
Being the leader of a rebellion organization was hard and, frankly, annoying work.
Abaya sighed from the alleyway she was in, about to lead another act of civil disobedience(or not so civil... depended on how the law enforcement reacted). She and her followers were going to raid some government trading caravans and throw the goods out into the street to show their disapproval of the taxes. They’d spoil the food and break(or take) the inedible items, and perhaps would have some help from any rouge criminal groups nearby.
Hopefully all would be non-violent, buuuut these such events tended... not to be.
The caravans were being checked in one of the main marketplaces. Abaya and her followers had surrounded the area, and were prepared to raid the caravans on her signal. She tossed the piece of glass she held into the air and caught it, then repeated the action out of nervousness. All she had to do was throw it out into the open- the shimmery piece of glass would catch the light and signal to the others to move.
The SandWing paused, gripping it in her talon, then abruptly threw it at the caravans. It shattered into a billion tiny shards in an explosion of light, and then around fifty dragons of creams, pale yellows, oranges, reds, greens, and blues(plus a little brown) exploded out from their hiding places.
(Seriously though the conflict between him and Abaya for Kangaroo's heart will be interesting yes yes)
Kangaroo, herself, was searching the streets. Nothing too big. She was merely hanging on top of a building, actually, not on the streets. She was merely scanning them. The end of her tail gave a flick. Somewhere else, but close, were three members of her crew. They were planning a heist. A small one, but still.
She had heard a spread rumor about the rebellion group planning something near here. She had already spotted a few of the dragons in hiding. Possibility was a big place. With how things were going, however, it would most likely be wiped off the world. Meh. Kangaroo was hiding a secret of her own.
One of the reasons why she came to Possibility was to search for her siblings. But she had had no sight of them. She had told her crew to be on the look out for two Sandwings with the best description she could give of how they looked when she last saw them. But yet they hadn't found them either.
She was quiet. No. No reason to think of that now. She was in focus just when the fifty something dragons came bursting from most likely all angles.
Abaya flapped up into the air to survey and command the scene from below. While most of her dragons began to raid the caravans, a few of them tried to tie up and immobilize the government officials.
Key word: “tried.”
Apparently, the officials weren’t as helpless as she had thought. One held a wooden whistle to their mouth, and upon blowing, more soldiers came for backup. She let out a low growl, more to herself than anything, and dove into the fray.
It was definitely violent now; the soldiers weren’t afraid to shed blood. Their efforts were practically futile now, with her dragons either being killed or arrested. So, being the wonderful leader she was, she did the only thing she could.
“RETREAT!” Abaya roared, taking back off into the sky. But right before she did, she attempted to gain momentum by running first, so she didn’t see the mass of glittering shards lying on the cobble before her talon stepped right onto it.
Kangaroo still continued to watch the violence unfold, tilting her head with an amused smirk. She didn't see what those dragons were excepting. They were all dragons, occupation or not. And they were soldiers.
What under taught dragon thought they could go against a bunch of professionals?
It sounded close when someone yelled retreat. She looked around, watching to see how the scene would go down.
"Quite gory, isn't it?" Said a familiar voice behind her.
Kangaroo's back prickled as she turned her head around to see who was speaking, but it ceased instantly when she saw it was one of her allies.
"Ya bet, mate." She replied, turning back to the violence. Some dragons were retreating, or, at least, trying to.
The stocky Sandwing sat next to her, watching the scene as well. "'Mate'. Why, don't you think that's a strange thing to call others?"
Kangaroo squinted at him. "Ya really gonna ask me this now, Cat?"
(I’m laughing at the under-taught dragon line; that’s Abaya for ya)
(The epitome of idiotic bold characters)
Abaya cursed rather loudly as pain flared through her talon and she faltered, then kicked out her back leg to make up for it. She flapped up into the air before she could get caught(luckily the authorities were focused more on her followers, so she would be able to possibly get away before they noticed).
Two dragons were sitting on top of a building. With a frown Abaya dove down towards them, thinking they were some of her followers.
“Why haven’t you run away yet?!” she hissed as she landed. The landing was rather awkward, as she had pretty much lost the use of her front left talon- which was rather bloody thanks to the glass. Some of which were still embedded in it.
“Didn’t I tell you to ret-” Abaya stopped when she realized the two weren’t her followers after all. Color rose in her sunburned cheeks, an embarrassed blush. “Oh,” she realized, backing away, “nevermind, sorry, thought you were someone else.”
Kangaroo quickly sprang up when another, rather jewel adorned, Sandwing clumsily landed next to her and Sandcat. She squinted, just allowing her to quickly speak. She looked down at the other Sandwing's left front talon, which was bleeding, quite a lot. There was a piece of glass sticking out in a strange angle in it.
Kangaroo hissed, though she relaxed a small bit. "Now, mate, who could ya possibly mistake us for?"
Sandcat raised a brow, though he did not get up. However, his tail flicked dangerously, obviously ready to raise it and use it if needed. Which, with the look on his leader's face, probably would be.
Abaya opened her snout to speak, but upon hearing a shout behind her she shut it and whirled around. Soldiers still were rounding up any dragons that were there, and with a pang she realized they had probably collected most of her followers.
She glanced around at her open and vulnerable position on top of the building. Any soldiers looking for her would spot her instantly— she had to find a hiding place. That was one of the problems with leading a rebellion yet having a very distinguished look; anyone looking for you would be able to find you on the spot. The excessive piercings probably didn’t help either.
Abaya abruptly dove behind the new SandWings, using them as a sort of shield. Her injured talon accidentally smacked against the sandstone and she bit her tongue trying not to yell. Looking back on it, the SandWing probably should’ve just left; but she didn’t like just leaving dragons hanging. Besides, she wanted to justify her actions.
“Uh, my awesome followers, who else?” she retorted, giving the one who had spoken an indignant look. Her snout scrunched up with slight displeasure. “Don’t you know who I am? Hey, you guys must not be soldiers, so that’s good. But I’m the rebel leader, hellooo?”
A flurry of noise came from the marketplace, causing her to look over in fear. “Um, speaking of that, I really have to go... ’fraid you’ll have to get an autograph later, this isn’t a great time.”
Kangaroo blinked when the new Sandwing dived behind her and Sandcat, a small snarl escaping her snout. When she heard the other talk, her ear's gave an annoyed twitch. Yes, the foolish rebel leader she had heard so much about. The dragon she owed the easy pickings to. A small smirk formed slightly on her snout.
"Were not your followers, and we don't need any autographs, mate." She hissed, gently raising her tail. She wasn't EXACTLY thinking of killing her. But, if it would be that way, than it would be. "Were thieves, actually. Ruthless, muderous, thieves."
Sandcat tilted his head in amusment, raising his own tail ever so slightly.
(Kangaroo threatening to kill someone just to freak them out is-)
Abaya blinked at the two thieves, actually fearing for her life a little right now. She raised her talons, wincing a bit at the pain in one of them, trying to portray a sort of harmless gesture. “Well gosh, ain’t that nice.”
Now would be a great time to fly off. All she had to do was distract their attention and escape, hopefully being able to disappear before they had time to distract her.
But something held her back. She didn’t know why, but she felt as if she could perhaps handle them. Beisides, if all went well she’d perhaps gain some interesting allies.
“You wouldn’t have much to gain from killing me, trust me. Sure, you could hand my corpse to the officials to get a reward, buuuut seeing as you’re thieves you’d just end up being arrested without an award. And, trust me, I’m a fabulous ally to have.” Abaya waved her talon in front of her face in mock air-headedness. A grin spread on her snout as she looked at the SandWing who was doing all the talking. She was quite pretty, she observed, and perhaps could use that as an advantage.
“Really, I am. And anyways, it’s thanks to me that you’ve had such an opportunity to steal so much stuff—I’ve heard the crime rate is going up—so it’d be very, uhh, inconvenient to kill me. You wouldn’t have such an easy time making your profits.”
Kangaroo tilted her own head slightly. Perhaps this Sandwing did have a point. A small one, of course. "'Sure they'd select a different leader." She replied, lowering her tail. She yawned. "But your right, mate. No point getting blood on my talons, yet." She glanced at Sandcat. "Got much better stuff to do then go for a easy kill." The end of her tail gave a flick. She glanced around for something.
"But not like we need an ally. We already have each other."
Abaya frowned at the “easy kill” part(she’d put up a fight!), but bit her tongue and decided not to comment. The part about selecting a different leader hit her perhaps a bit more deeply than the other would think; she wasn’t sure she liked the idea of the rest of her allies selecting someone new. They probably would, though- especially after recent events.
“Hm.” That's all she commented as her eyes narrowed. “Well, I suppose I wouldn’t want to burden a criminal couple with my presence.” At least, she assumed they were a couple. Maybe, maybe not. Wouldn’t surprise her, at least. She paused and glanced fearfully up at the sky. “Now, I should really get going, and get my talon patched up.”
(plan for later maybe??: Abaya gets thrown out of her group because her plan failed and nearly caught by the authorities, then runs into Kangaroo again??)
Kangaroo was quiet as the other Sandwing spoke, and she let out forced bark of laughter about the couple thing. "Couple? Really?"
Sandcat tilted his head. "Perhaps, one day." He mused. Kangaroo squinted a him. "Ya wish, mate." She looked around once more, and muttered something under her breath. "Guessing your numbers will be much lower." She said, to the rebel leader. "Pretty gory, that was." She yawned. "Go ahead and leave, not going to stop you." She looked at the other's injured talon. "Should patch that up, yep, that's for sure."
Her ears perked up at the small sound of talon steps. She smirked.
Abaya’s snout flushed a little with color from embarrassment. She ducked her head awkwardly, then looked back at the lead SandWing with a forced smile. “Ah,” she commented. “My mistake. I generally assume most dragons are straight, so when I see a pair like you two I assume they’re dating. Bad habit; but I’ve yet to see many LGBT+ dragons as myself.”
She glanced back up at the sky nervously, then at her bloodied talon. “Should get going, though, yes yes.” The dragoness turned around and spread out her wings, preparing to fly. Abaya paused, then looked back at the two. “Oh, and remember- I was never here.”
With that she dove into the sky only to spiral back down again into an alleyway a little ways away.
Kangaroo tilted her head, slightly, watching the other Sandwing fly away. "She has a point though." She said, looking back at Sandcat. "There's barely any LGBT+ dragons. It's quite unfortunate."
Sandcat shrugged. Suddenly, two Sandwings came up beside him. But it was alright. These two were part of her crew.
One of them-a female-tilted her head, her forked tongue slipping in and out of her mouth as she sat beside Kangaroo. The other one, male, was jittering cheerfully to himself, looking around at there surroundings.
"Who wassss that?" The female hissed, talking to Kangaroo. Kangaroo shrugged. "Leader of the rebels. Honor to meet her, it was. Ya both could have too, if ya would have come sooner."
The female shrugged. "I thought you would prefer if you had heed backup." She replied.
(sorry for the wait, but here it is!! and yup timeskip,, gonna do a quick run-through of events though)
(minor gore warning also)
Abaya had zigzagged her way through the alleyways, keeping to what little shadows the buildings left. She eventually got to her secret base, entering quietly as to not alert anyone.
Her ears flicked up and back at the call of her name. She whipped her head around to see around 15-20 of her members scattered around a center table where they made their plans. Her heart sunk at the number.
“Where’s everyone else? Cactus? Sparrow? Gull? Gecko? What about Wetland?” she asked, tilting her head as she limped over to them all. Hostile faces greeted her, which surprised her—what was wrong? Were they mad about the losses they had suffered? Were they mad at her?
“Captured.” A SkyWing, presumably the one who had spoken before, had answered her. Her orange eyes were narrowed as her reddish-orange scales glinted in the torchlight. She spoke sourly and in an annoyed manner, making Abaya perhaps a little nervous. She knew the SkyWing; her name was Cardinal and she was Abaya’s second-in-command.
She spoke again. “Thanks to you.”
“Me?!” the SandWing exclaimed, giving Cardinal an outraged look. “I didn’t get them captured! I’m your leader, for moons’ sake!”
“Your plan.” The other dragons seemed to crowd closer. “Your idiotic, pea-brained plan. You think we would’ve known by now to not trust you when it comes to these.”
Abaya shrank back a little, wounded. She tried not to show it, expressing anger instead. “Excuse me? My plan was great, you—”
“We’ve decided to banish you from the group.”
She stopped and gave Cardinal an incredulous look. “What?”
“I said,” the SkyWing huffed with annoyance, “-that we’re kicking you out. We’ve lost a lot of dragons thanks to you, despite being our leader.”
“You.. you can’t kick me out!” Abaya roared, surging forwards. Cardinal dodged a swipe to the face and forcefully grabbed her arm as the SandWing continued to protest. “I organized this place! I know all the codes! I could easily report you al—”
“No you can’t.” Cardinal twisted Abaya’s [injured] arm back, earning a shriek. Two more dragons stood behind her, ready to defend their new leader if needed. “We’re changing everything,” she growled, “passcodes, location, everything. You can’t turn us in either, as a wanted criminal. You’ll just get captured yourself, and while they may listen to you they won’t find nothing.”
“Why don’t you just kill me then?!” Abaya roared back, struggling to get out of the SkyWing’s grip. She really didn’t want to breathe fire to get away, since that would probably burn the whole building, but she would if need be. She felt Cardinal’s grip slack, and she yanked her arm out of it.
“Actually... that’s a good idea,” the other dragoness mused. “Why didn’t we think of that before?”
With that she lashed out a talon, aiming to blind Abaya and got ready to pin her down. Abaya narrowly missed the injury, just getting a [hopefully] shallow scratch just by her right eye. She threw out her tail and sliced it across one of Cardinal’s legs, then tucked into a defensive ball and rolled out of the way. Cardinal let out a roar of pain and anguish, and in an instant the two dragons behind her launched themselves at Abaya.
Abaya shrieked and ducked out of the way, making a beeline for the entrance. She launched herself outside before they could catch her and charged out into the street. Her injured talon smacked against the ground, her mind forgetting she shouldn’t use it, and she let out a roar of pain.
The dragons chasing her skidded to a stop before they emerged into the road, taking one look at a soldier or guard nearby and disappeared back to where they had came.
The soldier hadn’t spotted them, for they were focused on a much more rewarding prize.
Her eyes widened as she looked at the soldier, who recognized her, and there was a silent pause as they stared at each other.
The soldier let out a growl and launched themselves at Abaya, who screamed and jumped into the air. Her talon aches and burned with pain, but she put it to the back of her mind because there were more pressing matters right now. The soldier was right behind her, just a flap away. A talon stretched forwards, ready to grab onto her tail and yank her back, but before they could do so she lashed it across their snout.
A loud yell echoed across the sky, alerting other soldiers but giving her enough time to slip away. She ducked into the alleyways and ran for quite some time, perhaps even getting herself lost.
Abaya collapsed, tired, in a relatively sheltered alleyway. The sun was now going down, bringing on with it the coolness of the evening. Bored and not wanting to sleep, she began trying to pull out the pieces of glass embedded in her talon. Every slight touch made her flinch back and wince, but after a while she had begun to get most of the glass out.
This day had been one of the worse ones she had had in a while.
(this was really poorly written I’m sorry but I’m a little tired and IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AAAAAH)
Kangaroo's sat in front of the small bronze memorial. It honored Mai, the old leader of the group, the leader Kangaroo had met when she joined the group, the sneering face that would change her life forever, make her face hardships, heartbreaks, and more. But that was in the past.
It was an agreement with all the crew to make the memorial for the mean-spirited but fair leader. It was a tradition. There was much more memorial's, honoring each and everyone leader, but those were stored in other places.
Kangaroo enjoyed just murmuring to it, as though it was really Mai, telling it about how she had become the leader he had probably never excepted her to be.
She yawned, before suddenly speaking. "Mate, I know your there."
A gold, beautiful Sandwing, ruby earrings in each ear and a blood red scarf tied around her neck, emerged from the shadows. She shook her head.
"How do you do that?"
Kangaroo glanced at her with a smirk. "I'm the leader of this gang, 'o course. I know where ya all are."
The Sandwing rolled her eyes, but approached sat beside the leader. "Roadrunner and Dust are showing incredible talent. I do wish they would stop being so annoying."
Kangaroo chuckled. "Their your Dragonets, mate. Probably should have realized that before you had them."
The other narrowed her eyes at Kangaroo, and looked back at the memorial. She tilted her head. "It's funny."
"What?" Kangaroo asked.
"I always thought you hated him." She replied with amusement. "Yet, here you are, sitting in front of this thing you created honoring him, murmuring..."
Kangaroo was quiet for a moment, but then got up. The other Sandwing blinked.
"Where are you going?"
"Going to get some air."
And with that, Kangaroo left the other, going towards the exit. She left, the end of her tail giving a flick when she felt the air. The sun was just shining down. Making sure the entrance was hidden, she began wandering around the streets, trying to stay out of site.
(AHHH IT'S FINE!)
(if anything I should be the one saying sorry my reply was horrible)
Abaya sighed as she looked at her talon. It was going to get infected. If it didn’t, she’d be surprised. The scratch near her eye had stopped bleeding, and if she didn’t care for it it’d probably get infected too. Hopefully it would scab over and be fine, since she was sure it wasn’t deep.
She bleakly rested her head on her talons and looked out at the crowded street. It was still quite busy, though less so, with vendors packing up. Soon torches would be lit to supply light for those still heading out and about. A flash of scales made her look up and actually analyze the scene. They were a pale gold, belonging to a figure who tried to stick to the edges of the streets.
Then it hit her. It was the thief she had run into earlier. That was a little concerning, she observed, seeing her again. She could try and engage conversation, since perhaps she’d be able to give her a place to stay. Although the thief had threatened to kill her, she had seemed rather good-spirited and relatively chill. Before Abaya could stop herself, she found herself calling out to her.
“Back for an autograph? Well now, I’m a tad concerned I have a stalker now.”
Kangaroo was strolling through, glancing around for any sight of dangerous figures in the crowd, though she of course tried to stay away from it. Her ears flicked up when she heard the voice, directed towards her. She turned around, a snarl on her face, her tail rising.
Her tail went down, however, when she saw the familiar face. The Sandwing. The supposed leader of the rebels. She tilted her head, a smirk forming on her face. The Sandwing, still with scar on her talon, also had a scratch beside her right eye.
"Fraid to say I'm not looking for an autograph mate, and don't ya worry. Ya don't have a stalker either."
Abaya narrowed her eyes at the SandWing when she whirled around, grin forming on her snout. She heaved herself up, faltering as she tried not to use her injured talon, and strutted over to her. Her stature was confident, unlike her current emotional state, in an attempt to seem more regal than she currently looked.
“That would be good; I’m frankly not in the mood for either.” The dragoness stopped in front of her, still grinning good-naturedly although her eyes were unreadable and perhaps cold.
Silence fell between them before Abaya spoke again. “Well, then why would you happen to be meandering about in the same general area I’m in? Rather stalkerish, if ya ask me.”
Kangaroo chuckled, tilting her head at the wounds that layered the leader. She made a small amused clicking sound before she replied. "We just happened to bump in to each other, mate."
The end of her tail gave a twitch, ready to pounce on signal. She was very wary. But it seemed the other would be easy to take down, with one talon injured and the few others. Then again, who knew how many other dragons could be secretly lurking around, ready to attack as she did...
"Almost like destiny, ain't it?" She was trying to keep the conversation up, her curiosity getting the better of her wits.
(Pff I don't know why but in like an alternate universe or somewhere along the line of the canon one I want to see Abaya and Kangaroo give each other affection)
(IT'S JUST THAT WE'VE BEEN NEGLECTING THE SOON TO BE SANDWING GIRLFRIENDS)
(Ikr WE NEED TO TREAT THESE TWO BETTER???? BEEN FOCUSING TOO MUCH ON THE VIRICLOCK DYNAMIC)
(Good content yes. Abaya is the type to be super loving and affectionate; she’d spoil Kangaroo in an effort to make her happy haha)
Abaya dipped her head, glancing at the other dragoness. “Quite so. Very interesting.”
Night was growing nearer and she realized with a pang that she couldn’t just live on the streets forever. She’d be caught sooner or later, or starve to death while trying to avoid soldiers. She could escape; go live out in the wild, where no one could find her, but that sounded... less glamorous. She loved the city. The Scorpion Den could be a different option, but she wasn’t so sure right now.
Right now, she needed to focus on the present. Planning ahead wasn’t her strong suit anyways. Perhaps this new dragon could lend her a place to stay for a few nights... if she played her cards right.
“Well, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself formally,” Abaya commented after a pause, making eye contact with the other. A small grin was on her snout. “I’m Abaya, rebel-” She paused, realizing she had been kicked out of her group. “-uh, rebel and all that. Anyway, who would I have the pleasure to run into twice?”
Kangaroo glanced around at the small pause between them, the smirk still on her snout. Her ears twitched at every sound she heard, though she was absentmindly still paying attention to the other Dragoness.
Kangaroo slowly nodded, finally resting her gaze on this "Abaya", when she finished. She noticed the small stutter when she said she was a rebel, and that slightly raised her awareness and curiosity. What had happened? Did that perhaps have something to do with the new cut near her eye?
She then to her next question. Should she tell the Sandwing her real name? There had to be more then one Kangaroo in Possibility, if she reported her to the guards, so that wasn't really anything to worry about really. And if she had to change her name or escape, so be it. She had done it before.
"Name's Kangaroo." She said with a grin. "And as ya may know, I'm a thief."
Abaya bobbed her head. “Yes, I do remember that part. Speaking of which, it’d be rather nice if you could avoid robbing me. Or murdering me. That’d be rather nice if you could avoid that.”
She inwardly winced at bringing that up. Perhaps not the smartest idea, but it was too late now. Of course, if Kangaroo did try to rob her she wouldn’t stand much of a chance- between her injured talon and her tired state, she’d be easy pickings.
“Well, hopefully I’ll stay on your good side,” Abaya laughed, trying to maintain an aloof and confident expression. She was considering asking her for a place to stay; while it’d be awkward asking, hopefully she would pull through. If not, well, it’d be an unpleasant night.
“Of course, if it is our destiny to keep running into each other, perhaps you could do me a favor...,” she started out, a little hesitantly. She had to be careful with her wording.
(Randomly stalking the internet i found some haha)
Kangaroo chuckled when Abaya said the part of staying on her good side. It wasn't that easy to matain on the theif's good side, especially when it comes to strangers. She was currently having an entertaining time chatting to the other Sandwing, though.
Her expression, however, instantly changed to a frown when Abaya mentioned a favor. "I don't own ya a favor, mate," she lightly growled. "...But what is it 'actly ya want?"
Abaya’s hope plunged when Kangaroo tensed up and started to radiate hostility. She was walking in an area riddled with patches of quicksand, and would have to watch her step.
“I didn’t say you owed me one, to be clear,” she smoothed over, trying to keep a steady and confident voice. She looked into the thief’s eyes, her own slightly hooded and unreadable. “...I was simply hoping you’d be willing to possibly help me, from the bottom of your little criminal heart.” Abaya tried to smile, a flashy grin that indicated joking, though she feared she had perhaps been a little too pointed. Before things could get worse, she plowed on.
“Well, anyways, you see, I’m in a bit of a...predicament right now.” She motioned to the cut near her eye, though other scratches and scuffs could be found on her scales.
(Ahhh, im doing good, thank you for asking! I'm trying to become more active again!!)
Kangaroo's eyes were devoid of the amusement that had been a few minutes ago as she listened to the other talk. Even though Abaya's voice was confident, she could still sense a little nervousness. She scanned over the injuries the Sandwing had when she pointed to the cut next to her eye, and curiosity began prickling through her again.
She didn't really think Abaya really understood her own statement when she said the 'criminal heart' part. Her ears pricked up. "I didn't ask ya to give me the details, mate. I asked ya what you wanted."
Abaya pursed her snout a bit, narrowing her eyes at Kangaroo as she tried to figure out if that tone was open hostility or exasperation. One wrong step and she’d be sinking, she reminded herself.
And the quicksand was one step away.
“Pardon me.” It was going to be bit of an awkward question, “hey, can you give me a place to stay stranger I’ve never met,” but she could handle rejection. “As I said, in a bit of a predicament, which means currently I’m, uh...” She didn’t want to say that she’d been turned on and kicked out from her group. It’d damage her pride too much to admit it. “—without a place to stay. While the nights are warm it would be easy to be arrested out here.”
Surely Kangaroo would get that she was asking for a place to stay.
Kangaroo continued to listen to Abaya, and tilted her head even more. She knew what the Sandwing had asked- she didn't know why, however, she had asked her. Kangaroo was a thief, probably one of the least trustworthy ones in Possibility. Actually, probably not.
She raised a brow. "Ya asking me to get ya a place to stay? Are ya serious? I don't think ya understand who I am. Or else your just really desperate."
Abaya sputtered in mild outrage at the ‘desprate’ part. It was true, of course—obvious, even—but she wouldn’t dare admit that in front of anyone.
“Desperate? I—never!” she stuttered, snout flushing in a bit of an embarrassed blush. “Uh, no, I’m not desperate, I just would like somewhere to spend the night, that’s all. And I like entertaining guests.” She tried to grin. Well, at least Kangaroo hadn’t declined.
“I mean, you haven’t robbed me yet, so you probably won’t start now.”
Entertaining? Ha. Well. Kangaroo considered the request in her head a little bit. If she took Abaya to her hideout, she could tell the soldiers, even if Abaya was supposedly the rebel leader of a quite big illegal group. By the looks of it, however, she was guessing that Abaya didn't have any leadership anymore.
“Well-” Abaya started in a rather upbeat-ish tone, used to arguing from her days as a merchant(and frankly, rather enjoying it). It faltered as she realized she had little to offer; no more alliance or protection from her group that she suggest. Her brow furrowed as she thought, tapping her tail lightly, and then looking towards her jewelry.
“Well,” she started again, a bit more subdued. She reached up and took a couple of her [gold] horn bands off, leaving a few, and unclipped a couple bracelets. Gemstones sparkles on a few, though it may not be enough. The SandWing knew she had just said a night, but her stay might last a little longer...
With a sigh, she unclipped a tail band to make sure. She held them up in her talons, offering them to Kangaroo. Her tone was flat and reluctant as she spoke. “I have these.”
Kangaroo patiently waited as Abaya took off some of her jewelery, her tail swishing behind her. When she held them up to her, Kangaroo tilted her head. She picked up a horn band from the Sandwings talons, and examined it. It seemed real. She would have Ruby look at it. If it was real gold, she could trade it for some very valuable things...
She grinned, and swiped the rest of the stuff from Abaya's talons. "Ya have a deal, mate. But I warn ya. If you double cross me, I will find ya. And trust me, I'm not afraid of getting my talons dirty."
The corner of Abaya’s mouth twitched up, satisfied she had at least made a deal. It hurt to give away some of her jewelry, she loved all her treasure, but hopefully she’d be able to get something better.
If everything went to normal, that is. Whiiiich would probably never happen.
“Well, it’s handy that I have no reason to do that,” she replied in a smooth tone. She placed down her injured talon, which had dulled down to a small throb, and instantly flinched back at the sharp stab of pain. Abaya grimaced, biting back a yell, and looked up at Kangaroo. “Erm, wouldn’t happen to have any bandages or whatever?”
Kangaroo looked down at Abaya's talon, and blinked softly. It did look pretty bad. It seemed most of the glass was out, but that wouldn't stop it effecting the talon. One of her ears gave a stubborn flick.
"Back at my place." She replied. "If ya gonna spend the night, I gotta warn ya. My crew ain't as considerate as me." She looked back down at the jewelery now held. "Probably gonna have to have Sandcat watch over you..." She muttered.
“Good,” Abaya mumbled, catching what was probably an actual shard of compassion in the othe SandWing. Perhaps the thief wasn’t all prickly scales and aloof expressions. A small grin lit up on her snout. “Well, I’ll suppose I’ll have to use my excellent charm on them.”
The former rebel leader let out a yawn. “Now... would you mind showing me this ‘place?’”
Kangaroo nodded. "Ain't too easy to charm my crew. But we'll see." She smirked. Her tail gave a twitch. Take the Sandwing to the hideout. The place that the crew had been trying to keep hidden. Well...
Even though she was a thief, she kept her word.
"A'ight." She nodded. Then she abruptly turned around and jumped into the air.
"We'll see!" Kangaroo laughed back. They flew for only a bit-five to ten minutes at most-before Kangaroo landed on top of a building. She quickly gazed around. She jumped off the short building, gliding to keep her from spraining anything, and landed on the ground. Behind the building was a large pile of leaves, of many different colors.
She pushed the pile away, revealing a hole. Not even stopping to say anything to Abaya, she dived into it.
Abaya followed Kangaroo, landing on a building when she did and then glided down after her. She paused as the other SandWing brushed a pile of dead leaves away, hesitant to climb through after her.
Dark, confined spaces made her rather nervous. She stopped before it, looking down into the darkness as minor panic slowly rose in her chest.
No thanks no thanks no thanks no thanks no thanks no thanks no thanks no thanks no thanks—
She tried to stomp down on her thoughts, on the fear that was slowly strangling her. She blinked a couple times, took a few deep breaths, and dove in.
It was dark and it felt like everything was pressing in on her and slowly squeezing her until she was nothing but a stick. With slight(alright, more than slight) panic Abaya charged through the tunnel, soon arriving in an open space and nearly crashing into Kangaroo.
“S-sorry,” she mumbled, shuddering and looking back at the tunnel before whipping her head back again. She realized she probably looked terrified and tried to regain her normal aloof expression, though her breathing was a tad loud and movements a little shaky.
Kangaroo had waited a few minutes for Abaya, but was ultimately surprised when she rushed out and almost crashed into her. She leapt back, just as the Sandwing apologized. Her tail swished behind her, and she grinned. "No problem, mate."
The tunnel they had come through had landed them in seemily a large room, halls connecting to it, leading to other rooms. The roof looked as though it was made out of sandstone; as well as the walls and floor. The thief turned away from the dragon, and glanced around. "C'mon, then. Follow me. Have'll to introduce you to the others..." And with that, she went down one hall to the right.
Abaya’s heart was just returning to normal as Kangaroo whisked away. She scuttled after her, feeling relatively on edge in a criminal hideout. It wasn’t much different than hers, she supposed, but still unnerved her. Her group members weren’t exactly criminals, like these dragons, though the establishment would probably file them in the same category.
“...So, anyways, you positive these guys won’t chop off my head?”
Kangaroo could faintly sense the nervousness of the Dragoness beside her as they walked through the rather long hall. She chuckled at the other's question. "Not 'less I tell them 'o. So I reccomend you stay in line, mate." She glanced around. "Nah, I'm introducing ya to Dosne first. Kid can't fight a lizard. Brilliant mind, though, I'll give 'im that."
The hall finally stopped into a big room, various weapons and tools hung around the room. A smell of burned iron drafted the room. Kangaroo looked in a corner of a room, where a Sandwing seemed to be studying a scroll on a table. He had goggles on that made it impossible too see his eyes. He moved his head towards her briefly, then turned back to the scroll. But he then suddenly stopped, looked back at the pair, and slid his googles up. Orange pupils revealed themselves, and he widened his eyes, staring at Abaya.
"Boss, I hope your aware-" he began, in a small, anxious voice.
"She's with me." Kangaroo replied. "This is Dosne." She spoke to Abaya, pointing at Sandwing.
“Hm, I’ll try to keep my sass in check,” Abaya mused, shooting a small grin at Kangaroo. She hoped that was funny.
She followed her into the room, unflinching although the stench. It reminded her of her own forge, despite different colors.
“Hey,” she mumbled, bobbing her head at Dosne. She glanced down at the scroll, which wasn’t very interesting to her, then tried to search for a weapon that had been recently worked on. Her ears flicked forwards as she looked back down. “Whatcha workin’ on?”
Dosne looked nervously at Kangaroo, who shrugged. He coughed, as though clearing his voice. "Erm, well, the usual." He replied in a nervous tone, looking back at the scroll, trying to avoid eye contact with Abaya. "Weapons, I mean. And tools. Coil wants a new dagger."
Kangaroo wasn't paying attention, looking at the weapons, as though searching the wall. "And the hammer, righ'?" She said, not looking at the pair.
"The wha-" Dosne started, before suddenly stopping. "...Oh. Yes, right. The materials... Are smelting."
Kangaroo nodded in an approving way, still not looking at him.
“Oh, nice,” Abaya nodded, looking around at the room again before looking back at him. “You interested in the trade, then?” Her tail flicked slightly as she glanced at Kangaroo, who was looking away from them.
(AAAAAAH SO SORRY FOR SHORT/LAMENESS IM DEALING WITH WRITERS BLOCK ATM)
"Blacksmithship? Yes." The Sandwing nodded. "Yes. I, well, you know, craft things for the group." His ears gave a sudden flick as though he heard something, then he looked at the entrance to the room. A few seconds later, a Sandwing emerged from the hall. Abaya would recognize him. It was Sandcat, the Sandwing that had been with Kangaroo when Abaya had her first run-in with her.
Dosne immediately blushed and looked back down at his papers, suddenly mute. Sandcat tilted his head at Abaya with an charming smile. He looked at Kangaroo, so turned to face him.
"She's with us." She said.
"Aha." Sandcat grinned. "Good. I was hoping she was. That way I won't get in trouble for admiring her beauty(SANDCAT NO WHY)." He winked at Abaya, and Kangaroo narrowed her eyes at him.
(and nah it’s not your fault! mostly school’s for sucking the life out of me ;p)
Abaya frowned slightly at the other SandWing waltzing in, though noticed the blush creeping up on Donse’s snout. She smirked, but when the SandWing spoke it fell back into a frown, accompanied by a scowl.
She sat back on her haunches and crossed her front arms across her chest, showing off the remaining amounts of her jewelry. Her eyes were narrowed on her freckly, sunburned snout as she smoldered with building anger.
“Not interested,” she growled pointedly, glaring at him. She point a claw at herself. “I’m a lesbian, but nice try. Kindly move your flirting elsewhere.”
Kangaroo immediatley let a burst of laughter out of her snout when Abaya made her angry informitive statement. Sandcat's ears gave a flick, and his snout twitched at the corner, but his eyes were filled with amusement. He chuckled. "Ah, I get it. That's nice. You never see any homosexual dragons around."
Donse's snout somehow got redder. Almost on cue, Sandcat put his attention on him.
"Don! How's your the things going?" He put his talons on the table, looking at the scroll the other Sandwing was pretending to examine, and was beginning to nervously rip the corner of.
Abaya grinned when Kangaroo laughed, glad that she had at least amused her host, as well as the fact that Sandcat stopped.
“Well, you won’t have to look much farther,” she mumbled under her breath, looking over at Donse’s snout, then more loudly announced, “Eh, there are more gays more around than ya think. Not all are as bold as myself to openly state it.”
Abaya caught Kangaroo’s look and raised a brow, twitching an ear in the other two’s direction. There was a small pause before she lapsed back onto all fours, glancing towards the doorway and then back at Kangaroo. “Well, where would I be staying?”
Kangaroo grinned at the Sandwing. "Suppose I should show ya. Probably gonna have to introduce ya to the others, though, first." He looked over at Sandcat. "Cat!"
The other Sandwing turned his head to her. Kangaroo pointed a wing at Abaya. "Your in charge of making sure she doesn't get killed or double cross us, 'aright? Coil might now listen to me." Sandcat grinned and nodded.
Kangaroo nodded approvily, then looked back at Abaya. "A'right. Let's go." And with that, she went through the doorway, into the hall.
When they entered the main entrance room again, Kangaroo went into a different hall. They soon emerged into another room- a place filled with various decorations and other things. There were more doorways across the room, but that was it.
Suddenly, two Sandwing Dragonet's came crashing across the room, tackling each other, laughing. One was female, the other male. They looked almost the exact same.
"Roadrunner! Dust!" A voice called. A gold Sandwing with redearrings and a red scarf around her neck emerged from one of the other doorways, a stern look on her face. The Dragonets stopped. The other Dragoness hadn't noticed Kangaroo and Abaya yet.
Kangaroo herself had an amused look, her tail swishing behind her. "Ah, ey, Ruby, ya can't be too hard on them."
The other Sandwing-Ruby-looked at them in surprise, just realizing they were there. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Abaya, and her tail went up dangerously. The Dragonets, having gotten there selves untangled from each other, copied her, though they looked more playful then threatening.
Kangaroo put a wing up. "She's fine. With me."
Ruby stared for a moment, before returning normal posture and nodding. "And who is she, exactly?"
The female Dragonet-Dust-laughed, before coming up to the pair and prancing around Abaya. "She's pretty~!" She chirped, happily. Her brother joined her, and Kangaroo kept her attention on Ruby as the Dragonet's trotted around Abaya in circles.
"Abaya. One who's in charge of the cause that were here." She looked at Abaya. "Thats Ruby. She could probably fix you up." Then she looked down at the Dragonet's, that were still jumping around Abaya. "The females Dust, and the males Roadrunner."
Abaya blinked at the dragonets racing around her, coiling in her tail so they wouldn’t trip on it. An embarrassed blush creeped up her snout as she looked over at Kangaroo, mumbling, “Help me.” She didn’t exactly like dragonets, since she had no idea how to deal with them, although she tried to be kind.
“Uh, yeah, I’m Abaya.” The SandWing winced at the “in charge” part, knowing that wasn’t true anymore(it didn’t feel true though; all of this could very well be just a dream). She held out her injured talon, which was looking pretty bad, and looked at Ruby. “And, uh, yeah, think you could fix this...?”
She mentally groaned at her speech, confidence falling a bit, but just blamed the dragonets. They were throwing her off, running around her like that. If it not been for Ruby standing there, Abaya would probably have [kindly] asked them to play somewhere else.
But she knew better than to boss around someone else’s dragonets with their mother nearby.
Ruby came towards the pair, closer, so she could see Abaya's talons. She hissed at the Dragonet's. "You two should go bother Uncle Rust. He always wants to play with you guys."
Roadrunner and Dust stopped, looked at each other, but then laughed and raced to a different doorway, disappearing through the hall. Ruby rolled her eyes. "Annoying little ones. The worst part is that I have another one almost ready to hatch."
But then she focused on Abaya's talon. She tilted her head, grabbing her arm so she could keep the injury steady. "Well," she said after a few minutes, "you didn't get all the glass out. There are still tiny shards. Those will be uncomfortable to remove, ouch. But if you let me do it, I could stop it from getting infected. Even then, I'm not too sure. You'll need to get it bandaged up, and you'll have to stop using it for a two weeks minimum." She looked at Abaya. "I can get a better look at it in the Aid Room."
Abaya barely suppressed a sigh of relief when the dragonets scurried away. The exhaling of air turned to a small hiss when Ruby grabbed her arm, not prepared for the motion.
A frown formed on her snout at the not using it for a couple weeks, and at the fact that there was still glass in it. “I have a high pain tolerance,” she muttered, shrugging her wings. “Helps when you’re a ’smith. But alright, take me there.”
She glanced at Kangaroo, unsure if that was a wrong move to boss around one of her members or something.
(ack I have to go to this cat thing, sorry for sort of short)
Ruby glanced into Abaya's eyes, a small frown on her snout. "High pain tolerance or not, I'm not too sure if you'd like a scar, would ya? This can cause more damage than just the talon. Considering it's already in your bloodstream, it could affect you more badly already." She let go off her arm, than looked at Kangaroo.
"Should I help her in the first place? What is she doing here?"
Kangaroo had a small grin on her snout. "Don't see why not, mate. She paid to stay the night here. If she tells the guards or anything stupid, we'll kill 'er, anyways." She playfully winked at Abaya, though she wasn't kidding.
Ruby nodded. "Alright, then. Follow me." With that, she brisker past them, into the hall that Kangaroo and Abaya had emerged from.
“Don’t care about a scar,” Abaya huffed, narrowing her eyes. “Getting them out will do more good than harm. I mean, it’s gonna be infected either way.”
She paused at what Kangaroo had said, and upon her wink she scrunched up her snout with [possibly fake] displeasure. When Ruby turned away to lead her to the ‘Aid Room’ or whatever it was called, she limped after her, careful not to use her injured talon.
Her stay so far was proving safe, although she was still slightly on edge. Despite being technically categorized in the same group, she felt she held(or had held, anwyay) higher status due to protesting in favor of society.
Kangaroo's ears gave a flick, as she followed after them, small thoughts swarming through her head. Ruby and Dosne didn't really care about who she brought in, but Coil and Rust were different. Rust would listen to her, though he would most likely be even more disturbing than usual. And Coil, more or less, would probably enjoy a 'moving target'.
Oh well. That's what she had told Sandcat to be Abaya's bodyguard while she was here. When they entered another hall, Kangaroo glanced at Abaya. It seemed a little out of character to bring someone not planning to be in the group here, but hey, she got something out of it afterall.
The room they entered had a long silver table in the middle. There were cabniets and counters hung around the area. Disturbing, sharp looking tools were hung around the wall. Ruby grabbed what looked like an even sharper, tinier version of a dagger.
"Alright," she said, as she then moved to a cabinet, "you can get on the table, I guess. This'll hurt, probably."
Abaya walked in after Ruby, looking at all the weapons(though she knew they were really just tools) on the walls. She padded over to the long, silver table in the center of the room, but didn’t get on it.
“I’d rather sit beside it and put my talon on it instead, thanks,” she told Ruby after she had spoken, wrinkling up her snout. The SandWing put her talon on it as the other dragoness got whatever she needed to get.
(I need to up my game I’m super sorry for the third short reply,,, heck)
"Do whatever." The Dragoness replied, searching through a cabinet. She then pulled a couple of bandages, and firmly nodded to herself. She places it on the silver table beside Abaya's talon.
She looked at the small, sharp tool she was holding in her talons, thought for a moment, then put it back on the wall. She then took a tweezer instead. She went back over to Abaya, and examined her talon again.
Without warning, she quickly used the tweezer to remove one piece of glass, which was deep into the cut. It would have most likely stinged.
Ruby continued the process, taking out the few pieces stuck inside the Dragoness's talon, each one most likely giving a sting when she did, until she was positive about her work. She nodded, then took a roll of bandages and put them around Abaya's talon. She stepped back from the table to put the tweezers and extra bandages away.
"Your good for now." She said. "Stay off it for a few weeks. It should be fine. Long as it doesn't get affected. Which it might."
Kangaroo nodded. "A'ight. With that done, guess I could show ya where your staying." She looked at Abaya.
Abaya nodded, her talon feeling a bit numb. She was careful regarding it, making sure not to use it. A grin reappeared on her snout as she looked towards Kangaroo, ears pricking up.
“Great. Well, then, show me. I’m a tad tired.” The SandWing had to be cautious while sleeping. She didn’t completely trust that she’d be safe, being in a thieves’ den, but perhaps Kangaroo would stick to her word.
Kangaroo nodded once more, rather quickly, before leaving the room, expecting Abaya to follow her. She went down another hall, which led to a room that was filled with peculiar decorations, a table with six chairs in a corner, a large carpet in the middle, and a strange variety of other things.
The room had an opening to another hall, into a final room. The room was merely filled with pillows and blankets, two pillars in the corner. The pillows and blankets were all stacked together in a large pile, mixes of brown and dust and yellow.
Kangaroo nodded at the side of the room, which opened to what looked like a small cave. Inside of it, a flooring of hay with a single pillow and blanket. "That's where you can rest for the night."
Abaya followed Kangaroo, surprisingly not lagging behind much despite her injuries. When they arrived at what she presumed was the main sleeping area her hopes rose as she looked at the piles of pillows and blankets.
Then sunk when Kangaroo showed her where she would really be sleeping.
If the other SandWing had been anyone else, Abaya would’ve given her a hard time and most likely asked for more blankets. Instead, since she was a criminal and could easily make her life pain, she mumbled “Ah. Thanks.”
Kangaroo couldn't help but cock her head in amusment at Abaya's mutter. "Course, suppose I could help a mate out and give ya some more stuff. Just a few pillows and blankets, though. Last thing I need is my crew complaining 'bout the pile not being comfortable enough." She nodded at the pile. "Just pick some things you like. 'Cept for the velvet ones. Those are Ruby's." Kangaroo yawned, though it sounded more out of boredom than tiredness.
"Anyways, gonna leave you here. Sandcat will look over you. Just to make sure you don't get poisoned. Than again, he doesn't have to." She shrugged, before turning away.
“Thank you,” she said a little more gratefully, bobbing her head. Abaya was fairly displeased at the aspect of someone watching her—especially Sandcat, who despite meeting briefly she’d already decided she disliked him—but she supposed she’d do the same thing in Kangaroo’s decision.
“Alright, and I’m fairly good at avoiding being poisoned.” A smirk lit her snout.
Kangaroo gave an absentminded nod. "Here, ya can't always bet on that." She than left the room, leaving Abaya behind.
Coil snarled to herself, flexing her talons in an annoyed way. She was always bored when she wasn't doing something, as most dragons would be. Ruby had suggested she rested for the night. Perhaps she was right. Point was, she had no idea where Kangaroo was. She had just left the kill room, and was planning on finding the leader to ask her.... Something.
Coil didn't know. She was just aware she had to talk about the Sandwing about something. Maybe she should just find Ruby to rant to.
Abaya stared blankly after her when she left, letting out a small sigh. She looked towards her bed, then the others, and stole a big pillow and another blanket. All the hay was swept towards the back of the cave. Abaya didn’t want to be pricked with that stuff while she tried to sleep.
She arranged the pillows and blankets into a nest and flopped on top of it, tired as she could ever be. This day had been
Coil had decided to go to the sleep room. Yes, that was what she needed. Rest. Talking to Kangaroo could be left for tomorrow or later. Her jumbled thoughts were mentally killing her. Rest always helped her. And killing something. And Ruby.
She bumped shoulder to shoulder with someone. She hissed, looking at the other member. It was Sandcat, his annoying smirk-that was for some reason saw as a charming smile to some dragonesses-plastered on his face.
"Retiring for the night?" He asked.
"What is it to you, Cat?" She hissed at him.
"Well, if you are, than there's something I should tell you." He replied.
"I don't care." Coil merely muttered, before making her way to the sleep room.
When she entered, she yawned, before looking at the pile of blankets and pillows. Suddenly, her ears gave a flick, hearing another presence in the room. She looked over at the 'burrow', a cave like space designed for new members of the thief group.
She snarled rather loudly when she saw another, unknown Sandwing there. Coil raised her tail up for combat.
Coil hissed, sastified that she was seemily taking the other offguard, with the slight hesitation in her voice. She could spy possible weak spots along the other Sandwing, and though she could be stronger than she looked, Coil was very sure she would win in a battle against her.
"Your probably lying." She growled. "And besides, I'm sure she wouldn't care if I kill you either way. Unluckily for you, I'm in a very bad mood, but lucky for me, you may have just made my day."
She rose her talon and was almost ready to swipe the dragoness across the face, beforing a ear-hurting shout that was dangerously close to a screech echoed through the hideout.
Coil immediately wheeled around, her ears flicking at the familiar voice, two thoughts now bouncing through her head.
Ruby's egg must be hatching.
And Coil would have no choice but to bring the Sandwing with her.
"Come with me and I'll maybe just consider your life." She snarled at the other. "Perhaps Kangaroo can certifie your stay." And with that, she brisked out of the room, trying to be as quick as she could so she wouldn't miss the complete hatching, but slow enough so she could make sure her 'prisoner' was behind her.
Abaya had run out of space to back up, so she flared out her wings in an attempt to look bigger. Inside she knew it'd do no good, but it was the best she had.
She flinched back when the other dragoness raised a talon to strike, not even bothering to counter what she had just said. Abaya was too tired to care.
Abaya blinked at the noise, momentarily distracted. She tried to look over the SandWing's shoulder to see if anything could be spotted making the noise, but she recognized it as Ruby.
She limped after the other SandWing when she told her to, just relieved that she had gotten out of this situation alive. "Alright," she mumbled, bobbing her head. A grin lit up her snout for a second when she realized she'd be proved right. "Kangaroo will tell you the same I have, so I think you'll find it that I'm right."
Coil snarled. "Having a stay or not, you better not step out of line. If you cross Kangaroo, I'll happily volunteer to rip out your heart and make you see your last beating moments."
Coil couldn't help but slightly grin at the idea of such a prospect. They went through halls, Coil speeding up with every passing second, before entering a small room, adorned in silks and few nests. It was a makeshift hatchery. All of the gang was crowded around the middle, and Coil pushed past them, rushing to the middle, where Ruby laid on a red silk blanket, an egg with cracks all over nestled between her arms. She looked at Coil with a smile, her ears giving a flick, before turning back to her egg. Coil laid beside Ruby, snuggling up close to the shorter dragoness, watching the egg with a sense of fondness in her eyes, smiling for what felt like one the first times.
Kangaroo eventually found Abaya, and grinned. "Did Coil give ya a hard time?"
"Alright." That was all Abaya said before Coil ran off and snuggled beside Ruby. She watched the two with some sort of envy in her stare, wistfully thinking of a time in the future when she would perhaps have a mate.
Or just a girlfriend.
That'd work too.
Of course, she was happy for the two, but could not help but think of what she didn't have. While Abaya didn't want dragonets(she was awkward and overall not great with them; they had to be older for her to actually handle them well), she definitely wished for some sort of mate. Maybe someday.
She snapped out of her trance when Kangaroo came up to her, and managed a small smile. "If a 'hard time' is threatening to rip out my throat and heart, then yes, I suppose so."
Kangaroo chuckled, and look back at the pair, who were cooing over the egg as more cracks appeared. Even Roadrunner and Dust watched quietly in fasination of the egg that in a few moments would hatch to reveal their new sibling.
"Coil's just been rackety ever since Ruby had her egg. Could you imagine having a Dragonet? 'I sure couldn'." She tilted her head, sitting beside Abaya. "Can't believe this is Ruby's third."
“No, I definitely couldn’t imagine having one.” She paused after saying that, then added, “Nor do I really want one. It’ll be just my future wife and I.” There was another pause as she tilted her head up a bit, thinking. “Unless she wants a dragonet. Then we can adopt one or something.”
(aaah short too, sorry! going on a trip and I need to pack)
(speaking of which, I probably won’t reply to this or the viriclock thread(or really be on the wiki) for around a week since I’m heading overseas and don’t want to use up data ahah. depending upon the data plan, though, I might stop by)
Kangaroo chuckled again. "Same thing." She replied. "I'd be fine with a wife or husband, though." Kangaroo would prefer a wife, to be honest, but she wasn't too sure if she would even find someone for her anyways. She yawned, and suddenly, a very large crack appeared at Ruby's egg's side. It shivered gently, and Ruby smiled gently, whispering unknown words of encouragement to it.
Than, it came apart, revealing a small little Sandwing dragonet. It shook its head, getting use to the sudden light, before looking at Ruby and Coil. It smiled. Coil looked like she was about to cry.
"Its a male!" Ruby declared, and a congartulations filled the air.
"He's adorable!...I can call him adorable, right?"
"Woo! A new member! He looks healthy!"
"Congrats, mate!" Kangaroo called through the crowd. "He looks great!"
Kangaroo glanced at Abaya.
"Great probably ain't a good word to use for a new dragonet, is it?"
Kangaroo laughed. "Ay, you wouldn't believe how much dragons annoy me by the fact I call everyone 'mate'. Espiecally considering what it means t' some."
She gazed at the dragonet, which Coil was now letting play with her talon. She sighed, a painful memory wandering into her head of her little sister, Bustard, filled with energy and excitement. She didn't fit in with the rest of the Scorpion Den.
Kangaroo put her attention back on the other Sandwing. She tilted her head a small bit, this time taking time to examine her. Jewelery adorned(a little less, considering the jewelry she had given her in order to pay to stay), a fine structure, muted sunburnt scales...
"I don't believe I'm smiling at you in any peculiar way," he replied, before quickly following after her. "Besides, you already made it clear you aren't interested, which is completely fine. Your decisions should be respected, like everyone else's." When they entered the sleeping room, Sandcat took a large blanket and pillow, and made a bed beside the entrance to the cave Abaya was to sleep in. He laid ontop of the blankets, and rested his head on his pillow.
Abaya didn’t respond; in truth she just couldn’t stand that annoying smile. She walked briskly past him and flopped onto her makeshift nest, casually moving it towards the far end of the cave. She curled her wings around herself and tried to rest. It was still too light in the cave for her to sleep properly; the torches on the other side of the room were bright enough for it to keep her awake.
Sandcat, however, seemed to have no trouble falling asleep in the light. As minutes passed, a Sandwing with scales that looked almost grey entered the room, glanced at Sandcat and Abaya, giggled to himself, and than made his own little bed using three pillows and two rather large blankets. He nestled under one blanket, keeping his face hidden from the light. Almost a half hour later, the two twin Sandwing dragonet's entered the room, looking very grumpy, right behind them Dosne, seemily herding them along.
As the two Dragonets made their own shared bed and snugged beside each other, Dosne sighed, and took a pair of green gloves hanging on the wall. He put them own, and extinguished the fire of the torches merely by touching the base of them.
He put the gloves back after he was finished extinguishing all of them, and nestled in a random pile of pillows and blankets. He glanced at Sandcat, who was sleeping now, and the look in his eyes almost made it seem like he wanted to join him, but he shook his head, and closed his own eyes.
(A basic rundown of the thief group:
Dosne is a homosexual, and has a massive crush on Sandcat that he's too shy to admit.
Ruby and Coil are mates. Dust, Roadrunner, and Ruby's new dragonet's fathers remain unknown.
Dosne is the closest to Ruby, next to Coil and Kangaroo.
Rust and Coil are cousins, but Coil refuses to admit any biological relationship with 'that creep'.
Rust is actually a genius, but he had a hard past, and he acts crazy to hide it. Only Dosne and Kangaroo know this.
Sandcat was former mates with the former leader of the group, Mai.
Ruby has medical skills, but she's also very good at creating accessories. Whenever Dosne isn't avabile, she's in charge of being the gang's blacksmith.
Coil, for her dragonet years, thought she was half snake. She still wears a snake necklace, and has a habit of hissing, longing her S's, and flicking her tongue in and out when she's annoyed.
Sandcat is the father of ten dragonets and he only knows two of them even exist.
Sandcat has his 'claws' on Kangaroo, who he's managed to get very close to.
All of the members wear something to signal their loyalty to the group, even if it's just accessories they've had before they even joined the group. Dosne has goggles, Ruby has her scarf, Coil has her necklace, Sandcat has an bandana, Rust also wears a bandana, and Kangaroo wears a ripped black scarf. Roadrunner and Dust have identical red tail bangles.
(yeah, I think I'll timeskip! See ya! Hope you enjoy your trip!!)
The start of the day was signaled by the sunlight appearing through the almost impossible to see at night cracks along the roof. Kangaroo was laying in a real bed, with pillows and blankets and decorations hung around the room. She opened one eye, and than yawned.
She got out of bed, and took a small object that looked like a flute from her wall, and wandered over to the sleeping room. Looking at the sleeping dragons, she signed, and blew inside of the object. A sound like a very loud blowhorn echoed into the room, and Dosns woke with a startled yelp, rolling over suddenly and quickly staggering upright.
Roadrunner and Dust groaned, tucking their head as best as they could under their wings.
Kangaroo walked over to the cave, to see the startled dragoness. She smirked. "Daily routine." She replied. "Coil and Ruby get the day off with their new dragonet. Besides, ya should get going." She nodded, looking away. "If ya give me another piece 'a jewelry or some coins I'll let ya stay for breakfast."
Abaya frowned at Kangaroo, but her stomach growled slightly. She let out a small sigh; she should really just go. Unfortunately for her, the dragoness hadn’t exactly planned what she was going to when she left.
The streets were dangerous. It’d be better to stay in safety to plan, even if going would probably be the better option.
Or perhaps she could join. Joining the group would ensure her safety and company, rather than fleeing to another kingdom. Besides, if she stayed, she’d get to know Kangaroo better. Who, admittedly, was actually rather pretty...
But she’d keep that to herself.
“Fine,” Abaya finally huffed, taking off a golend bangle. She handed it over.
¡Primero avanzaremos sobre los usuarios mordenos, para probar nuestra último plan! Luego, vamaos a los moderadores, para hacer un punto y advertir a la autoridad superior del temor que está por venir. Que, finalmente, los administradores, ¡forzándolos a entregarnos el wiki! A partir de ahí, tomamos todo el sitio de wikia, luego las redes sociales, iy luego el mundo! ¡Jajaja!
Burrow herself said sorry when Sobek bumped into her, thinking it was her fault, but she shutter up when he murmed an apology at the same time. She was silent until they reached the tunnel that would lead to the base.
Burrow continued humming for another some minutes, until they were reaching the lair, and she realized just what she was doing and remembered who she was with, and stopped aruptly. She looked behind her at Sobek, and blushed. "Sorry." She murmered.
Burrow dreamt of the desert. She had been told to meet with Chrysanthemum about the tunnels, above the lair. She walked nervously over to the taller Sandwing when she spotted her. Sobek was also there. After a small speech from Chrys Burrow couldn't remember, Chrys informed her with a smile that her tunnel ideas were so impressive she was giving Burrow the owner to be leader of the Sand Serpents.
She couldn't remember what happened in between, but next thing she knew, she was in front of the all the Sand Serpents, who were cheering. Hook had been cast out. Sobek congratulated her, and as she told him what a big honor she was so happy to accept, Sobek chuckled, and then leaned down to her snout...
Burrow was already preparing to do her natural routes. She had given the scroll she was working on to the fellow snakes, who agreed with her ideas. It was now suppose to be transfered over to Chrysanthemum so she could approve it.
A scroll in her talons, she was prepared to mark more spots for possible tunnels.
I tried to respond to the old one and now I can’t even message it!!!
Shen smiled happily leaning against Memory surprised that the Nightwing was actually a bit larger then her. “Of course you could live with my family! Blackfrost will love you, you to will be nerds. Silvertongue likes everyone. And my Mother would be happy with another Nightwing around!” Shen smiled tilting her head. “Well my Father may be a bit cold but I think he’ll love ya!” Shen nuzzled her thinking of all the amazing things and how they could battle train! “Also I’ll claw any Icewing who is mean to you!”
“Oh trust me, most Icewings are as cold as ice.” Shen laughed then smiled. “I can’t wait to show you everything! It’s beautiful! And with the earring I can even show you the ocean!” Shen sighed happily lost in her thoughts.
“And I’ll show you everything! I’ll even teach you the ways of an Icewing!” Shen happily jumped to her feet excited to get moving. “I can’t wait! My friend Snowy Owl will love you! Hehe I think my best friends are nerds!” Shen skipped around happily. “I’ll race you there!”
Shen could tell Memory was serious and smiled. “We will see!” Shen instead of speeding up flew upwards. She flapped higher and higher, until she felt the clouds under her. A trick Silver had toaught her in a race. Shen tucked her wings and dove. Gaining speed as she laughed. She speed towards a flying Memory speeding up.
Shen laughed as she passed Memory. "See ya!" Shen called spreading her wings apart slowly her fall before flapping madly for speed. "Haha and I thought you had the big brain!" Shen mocked meory from behind her flapping faster.
"I will! However I think I'll have to teach you with dragonet moves!" Shen laughed looking behind her but Memory wasn't there. "Memory?" Shen looked forward and saw Memory beating her. "Memory look out!" Shen called as the Icewing wall appeared.
Shen laughed flying up to the wall beside Memory. “Yes you win!” Shen laughed loudly until she snorted. “Alright Wait here, I’ll be back with the earring soon. And sadly I can’t give and exact time because it may be difficult.” Shen started to head for the wall then turned. “Memory, I promise I’ll come back.” And with that Shen flew over the wall.