Anyone up for one?
I'll be using Virus
Also any plot ideas are great.
Virus was fighting, clawing, and shooting. One by one she threw off mutant dragons from the cliffs until there were only a few left. She was covered in blood, both her own and the mutants. He eyes stung, and her neck had a long gash down her left side. Her adopted hatchling was crying still, but he tried to make an effort of fighting by biting the air.
A mutant ran up and whacked her in the side so hard she fell off the cliff, but she managed to glide down to the ground. The hatchling fell out of her bag but she grabbed him in midair with her mouth. She caught him as softly as she could, and as the last three mutants jumped down to the ground, she shot all three of them in the head before they hit the dirt floor. They didn't get up.
****! Now more are going to come from all the noise they made. She turned around and noticed the two dragons in the village were gone. Oh great, they probably teamed up to finish me off. but when Virus looked around, she saw them walking the other way around the mountain. If they wanted to kill me, they would have done it by now. She flew onto a low hanging cliff, set down the hatching down and started to rap bandages on her cuts.
She now had cloth from her right eye down to her shoulders, but she felt better now that she also took pain meds. She looked down at the hatchling as he was playing with a scrap of cloth, then she looked back at the ruined village. Ruin, that will be your name. She turned back and the little hatchling was delighted at the name. She picked him back up and placed him in her bag, letting him keep the cloth. She took out the map and continued on her journey to the bunker.
(bump)
(AHHh sorry)
Petrachor nodded, following Clatter after a brief moment. She peered out to where the lasers streaked through the air with curiosity. If she were alone, she'd check it out. However, with this dragon at her side, she decided sticking together was a better option in the scenario, considering she didn't know what was up there for sure.
Clatter was already multiple paces ahead of her when she turned to join him, and the gas-mask clad SeaWing bounded a few steps to catch up with him, using her wings to let her slide into step with him.
Her eyes shone as she scanned their surrounding briefly before wrestling off her gas mask and shoving it in her bag, muttering a string of cusses as she struggled to get it to fit. "Do you think that the dragon up there killed them all?" she asked out of the blue, staring back at where they came after finally swinging her bag onto her back once more.
Clatter was scanning the cliffs still as Petra caught up, keeping his pistol at the ready for any mutants that may pop out. When Petra asked him if the dragon up there had picked all the mutants off, he responded with "Judging by there being no more laser bullets flying everywhere, they picked off a small pack. However, with the display they made, more are bound to come. I think we should leave this area as swiftly as possible, as I bet there are more mutants on their way now. And I brought a poor choice of weapondry and can't fly, so if we were swarmed I wouldn't be able to hold them off long." He began to climb up an easy-looking path, trying to head up to the area where he saw the laser bullets flying out.
After about 20 steps Virus realized that she couldn't walk that well. She turned to look at her hind legs and noticed one of them was crooked. She sat down again, setting Ruin down at her side. Now that she was sitting, she could clearly see that her ankle was bent almost backwards. I'm surprised I didn't see this or feel this until now, probably because the cuts by my face were worst.
With a loud pop, Virus cracked her ankle back into place, she had to convince herself to do it or she wouldn't be able to fight in an emergency. She rapped her ankle in bandages, which left her with only about 3 feet of cloth left.
Virus looked up to the sky, it was getting dark and the air got thicker with clouds and smoke. We need to get to shelter. She looked at Ruin who nodded his head. She picked him up, and started to walk back to the village, leaving a faint trail of foot prints. Quietly, she opened the vault back up, and went into the farthest bed room. There was only one bed, but it was big enough for her and Ruin. She curled onto the bed, and placed a blanket over herself. Ruin cuddled up to Virus, which at first she didn't like but soon she fell asleep, with one eye open.
(Bump)
Petrachor nodded and turned to follow Clatter's gaze as he spoke. She would stick with the mutant for a while - he didn't seem like he wanted to hurt her, and he wasn't bad company from what she'd seen of the hybrid so far.
The SeaWing shook her wings softly, moving them if only to move them, even if the temperature was dropping. It was growing dark, and there was little chance that two dragons would go unnoticed in the open in the same area that the lasers had been fired. Plus, there were probably more mutants in the area, and it wouldn't do them any good to stay around the same area if there were possibly two enemies in the area.
"Lets go," was all Petrachor said to break the silence.
"Yea." Clatter said, looking up at the rapidly dimming sky. "Do you know if there is anything to hide out in while we wait for day in the ruined village? I didn't get a chance to explore it that much." He said, looking up expectantly at her. Because the vault is too far away to get to there in time, and there may be mutants and heck knows what along the way.
As they walked, he wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him out of paranoia or if it was real, but he could swear that his ears were picking up the faintest scuttling of a creature in the mountains or a far away cry from something unknown. He then added, "I'm not sure if I'm going crazy and hearing things out of fear, but I keep hearing cries from, well, something, and it isn't draconic. Is it just me?"
(I'm going to skip my turn because i feel like it would make more sense if your character made more actions before i did.)
(Okay!)