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Closed Flight of the Dragon Kyn

"We are ready," nodded Krynemu. She and Sophisyr had not spoken since they had arrived, but of course they had been watching and listening to what the others had been saying.

Sophisyr nodded too, and drew a very simple steel sword from a hilt hanging from his saddle. Krynemu bowed her head and slowly flapped her huge, sail-like wings once. Sophisyr, meanwhile, looked around again at all the dragons. Some seemed very begrudging towards one another whereas others were acting entirely indifferent. This made him feel more than a little uncomfortable.

"So, when do we leave?" asked the Golden dragon.
 
"Zruka," Kotan said, but the Brass dragon just kept talking, not hearing him. "Zruka! It's time to go."

"Sorry, sorry," she replied and lowered herself to let Kotan mount her. He got on her shoulders and told Zruka to wait quietly. They didn't want to be distracted when it was time to go.
 
A wall of brilliantly white teeth appeared infront of tark as Shasvati smile, her cheeks pull back to reveal the perfectly proportioned maw to the human. There was no smell of sulpher nor oil in her breath, just a gentle waft of wildflowers that followed her laughter.

"Its good to see a metalic who knows where humans really stand in the world. So very refreshing from the ever so common servitude of standardized metals."

Shasvati's tail curled around her right side and the tip brushed against Tark's cheek. The metal was chill and almost charged, leaving an unusual tingling sensation after its visit. The tail move over to the sleeping form of Jonas and prodded him until he woke and mumbled.

"It seems we will have to get better acquainted later though. We seem to be going."

Jonas got up, obviously wanting to go back to sleeping, sluggishly scrambled onto of Shasvati's back. His Boots were worn thin and had hardly any heels left on them, though thick with mud and grass stains that continued from his feet up to his pants. After finally reaching his straddled postion, he laid forward again and went once more to sleep.
 
Mountains? Storm flicked her tail at Valkyrie, who jumped. Come on, then, she said only to her. Valkyrie nodded and climbed up Storm's leg, sitting on her neck. Storm flapped her wings expectantly, and Valkyrie held tighter to the saddle.

"Okay," she nudged Storm, and the white dragon ran down the hill to gain some momentum, before taking off.
 
As the Red dragon grinned and chucked in front of him, Tark tried to back away a little bit, clutching Starlight's paw tightly. He was shaking a little as the metal tail brushed his cheek. Strangely enough, the slight tingle he felt seemed rather familiar, similar to the feeling he often received from the touch of Starlight's mist. The main difference, however, was that Star felt warm and comforting, while this was cold and hard. He was grateful when it was over and he realized he was still in one piece.

Starlight smirked, her body surrounded by a gentle, glowing mist. "Well, I do happen to enjoy the company of humans, but that doesn't mean they're the smartest creatures. I like to make sure they're well taken care of, even and especially if that means I have to be the one to guide them." She then nodded, pulling Tark back to her and rubbing her snout against him. "Yes, I believe it's time. Let's go, Tark." She dropped him on her neck, near her shoulders, turning back to the Red for a moment. "We'll have to speak again. I enjoyed speaking with you." The Silver dragon spread her wings and launched herself into the air, following after the other dragons that had already taken flight. A small portion of her mist began to condense around most of Tark's body to keep him warm and safe while in the air.

After they took off, Tark spoke to the Silver dragon. "Why did you do that earlier? Why did you practically hand me to that Red dragon? You know how they're like... you know she could have grabbed me and eaten me."

"But she didn't. And I had a hunch she wouldn't, at least not yet. We'll still have to see what happens later."

"Wait, what? Are you trying to get me killed?"

"Oh, quit whining, Tark. If I wanted you dead, I'd do it myself... but you're my lovely little pet. I'll always protect you."
 
"They seem ready to leave..."

"Indeed they do, Irthos"

Irthos spreads her wings, stretching out to 80ft. She flaps her wings once and rose into the air. She looks around in the air, looking toward the mountain range.

"Are you ready, Ominak?"

"Yes"

Ominak looks over at the other dragons and wave over to then, cupping his other hand around his mouth.

"Follow us!"

Irthos flaps her wings again and flies toward the mountain range in the the distance. Below, the fields they rested in stretch out for miles, ending in small towns and sparkling lakes. Ominak looks down at all the meadows and lakes, smiling a little at the sight.

"It really is beautiful here..."

"Which is why we need to stop the threat. So we can keep the world as such"

Ominak nods and turns his attention back to the course ahead. He starts to make out white and blue peaks in the distance.

"..Irthos. Are mountains cold?"

Irthos didn't answer. She was too busy laughing at how naive he was of the world beyond their tropic island.
 
Krynemu spread her huge, sail-like wings wide, and ran towards the edge of the hilltop, launching herself off and into the air after Irthos and Ominak. She angled her wings to make herself as streamlined as possible, and Sophisyr felt a rush of air pass by him as they sped up, almost falling off. He lunged forward and grabbed hold of one of the spikes that supported the 'dorsal fin' that ran down the golden dragon's neck, and shifted himself into a safer position.

"Careful, Krynemu!" he shouted over the howling wind, "You'll have to try harder than that to lose me!"

The dragon laughed, and puffs of light smoke rose from her nostrils, immediately disappearing behiind them as dragon and rider zoomed towards the slowly-approaching mountains.
 
Breifly, Wolf glanced at his dragon. The dragon nodded in agreement. Having known each other for so long, the pair could communicate non-verbally when they wanted not to be heard. The pair hadn't arrived quickly enough to integrate themselves amoung the other riders, to gain their trust.

Cil exhaled, half snorting; his breath condensed into a small misty cloud which danced around Wolf's head before vanishing into the air. The dragon was growing more and more impatient as time dragged by.

"We'd better go then," the elf said smiling, his blue eyes meeting the dragon's. Cil once again snorted, his breath condensing, and lowered himself for Wolf to climb up onto his scaled back. The young male clambered onto the dragon's back, blending against the dark scales. The dragon reared upwards and spread his massive wings, shadowing the remainder of the group still on the ground. He flapped once, able to get enough lift to carry him into the air.

The pair shot towards the currently airbourne dragons.
 
Nava looked over her shoulder at the dragons behind her - which looked to be all of them. She smiled in a strange way, before sitting more upright in her saddle, squeezing her pike.

"So who's the leader here?" She yelled, grinning widely. "Me and Rasvim are probably the best candidates for that, since everybody knows that elves and Blue Dragons are stronger, smarter, and more beautiful than any others."

Pride was practically oozing from her voice and body, evident in the way she held herself and spoke down to everyone but Rasvim. The Blue Dragon himself seemed a bit more subdued in that area than his young rider, but his massive body was a force to be reckoned with and he knew it.

He continued to wing his way towards the mountains at a steady pace, slower than most other dragons would due to his age and size, but he was a good flier. With a sharp cry to Nava as a warning, the dragon preformed a barrel roll to try and impress the group.

"See?" Nava called.
 
Shasvati raised both her natural wing and her artificial one. A multitudes of metal floated in place to make up the general shape of a wing, though some of the smaller pieces within the wing waved back and forth gently. With a single flick of both wings however and a loud snapping noise, the less disciplined pieces arranged themselves into intricate patterns so complex that a master weaver might find green upon his face. The snap receded into a low buzz as a dim shadow grew between each individual bit of metal until each individual shade bled into one another, creating a single contiguous wing of shadow-stuff.

With a single press against the land Shasvati left the ground and into the sky before opening her wings. The quick and jarring ascent immediately awoke Jonas who instinctively grasped out for the single leather band that circled the dragons mid-upper chest. That didn't stop him from raising five feet above Shasvati when she stopped her ascent, nor did it stop him from falling upon her back once more.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!!" Jonas yelled angrily as he released one hand from the leather grip in order to rub his now sore nose. "-You could have atleast told me you were going to leap!"

Shasvati just laughed at his response. "Not my fault that you were completely unaware of what was going on." The only response she got was an exasperated exhalation from Jonas, though it was stopped short as he saw the giant blue perform its aerial acrobatics.

"DO A BARREL ROLL!" Jonas exclaimed as loud as he could, forgetting about his nose and cupping his hands around his mouth. The saying had become infamous after the premier of a particularly offensive but hilarious Halfling play in which the main protagonist suggested that aerial combat was similar to rolling around in barrels, just in the air rather than the ground.
 
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Cil rolled his eyes at the arrogant blue rider's comments. His pupils continued following the outline of his eyes after seeing the blue dragon's aerial roll. With a single beat of his wings, Cil forced his way upwards, his graphite-black underside releflecting the light with a dull sparkle. Following a perfect arc, he made a false dive at the blue dragon and his rider, making a playful snap at Nava as he dived past. Wolf was sat cross legged, facing backwards on his dragon's back. Smiling, he waved at Nava in greeting, hoping she'd realise the controlled dive-bomb was no threat to her.

Cil spread his wings. The skin stretched across them caught the wind like a parachute, as he'd intended. Angling his wings a bit more, he leveled himself with the blue dragon and flew alongside him. Wolf turned to face the female rider; he waited for her to speak first if, of course, she would respond to his presence at all.
 
Nava snarled at Wolf and Cil, waving her pike at the pair. She then started to sulk, perched on Rasvim's back, crossing her arms. Rasvim merely chuckled.

"Not bad, my friends." He said, laughing a barking, rough laugh. "But my Nava has no sense of humour!"

In response to this, Nava prodded a finger between two of Rasvim's scales.
 
Ominak rolls his eyes when he sees that some of the dragons and riders were showing off to each other. He personally didn't care who the leader could be as long as they got the job done as soon as they could.

Irthos had a different opinion on the topic.

"There is no need to find a leader. All that will do is waste time and the one that is elected will have a ego trip and fail us. We are a group that are after the same thing, we don't have need for a Leader of this group"

"She has a point. We shouldn't worry about a leader since we have a better objective at hand. We need to focus on stopping the impending danger ahead of us, rather than bickering among ourselves on who is to be leader. We only just met, no one has shown any signs of leadership so far. We don't need a leader as long as we are united in our cause"

With that said, both dragon and rider look ahead at the approaching mountains. Ominak shiver when the cold mountain air reaches him.

"Damn it, it is cold!"

Irthos laughs, turning to look at Ominak.

"It always is. This is where White dragons dwell, so don't end up as a frozen snack"

Ominak sticks his tongue out at her, looking over her side at the ground below. He lets out a amazed gasp at the beauty of the mountains below. The meadows ended where rocks and show begun, no living plant able to trespass on the frozen land. Irthos looks down at the scene below, but instead of a amazed gasp, she lets out a hiss.

"...Oh my..."

"What is it...?"

Ominak twists in his seat to see what she was looking at. He lets out a yelp, his eyes widen at the sight.

"What is happening to that dragon?!"

"...that is a Frostforged..."

Below on the ground stood a sorry beast that was about the size of a White dragon. It's body was covered with metal sheets that looked to be nailed into the Dragon's hide, the smell of blood in the air around it. Crawling on the beast's body were red demons that continue to nail the metal plates into the beast's body. The beast lets out a mournful cry as the plates are nailed into it's body.

"What...is a Frostforged..."

"A white dragon tortured and forced to wear that armour...they go mad and attack anything in it's path...but they don't live long because they bleed out eventually..."

"Is there...We have to save it!"

"Ominak...the-?!"

Before she could tell him it was no use, she notices that he was starting to untie his leg bindings. Quick as a whip, she drops to the ground below for the boy could jump off of her. She lets out a growl and goes to yell at him when he leaps off her back.

"We have to save him! He's in pain...please, Irthos. We have to save him!"

Irthos falls silent, her heart becoming heavy from the knowledge of what was to come.

He will have to learn this lesson on his own...may it be swift.
 
"Oh... My... Is that really Cold Iron?" Jonas said breathlessly as he stared down at the metal and flesh monstrosity. "I must have some of it..."

Shasvati eyed Jonas slightly confused at his reaction. "You realize that there is a real living dragon beneath the metal, right?"

"Oh...Um..." Jonas stumbled on his words, realizing the guilt of his last statement's greed. "It doesn't matter, it obviously wants to kill us. Even though it must have been horrible for it to become what it is now, it can never go back..." He paused. "So there is nothing wrong by atleast making the most of its death by taking the rare metal from its body."
 
Starlight just smiled and chuckled to herself over a discussion of a leader. She was a proud dragon, yes, but that didn't mean she cared to fight over what basically amounted to an honorary title, with no real power. She just flew up, over the others, staying wary of her surroundings. The temperature was getting cooler, just the way she liked it, though Tark might not have the same opinion. Fortunately, her body was warm and shielded him from the cold.

"What is that?" Tark suddenly asked her, pointing down toward a plateau below. There was a dragon there, but something was wrong... it seemed to be covered in metal plates, dripping with blood, and was crying in pain.

"That is what is known as a Frostforged," Starlight replied. "There is a legend, passed down through the generations, about the origins of the Silver Dragons. It states that the first of us began life as an ordinary White Dragon, however, growing up alongside a human boy. The bond the two shared was immense, and either would gladly have given their life for the other. As the human grew up, he became well versed in the arcane, and crafted for his partner dragon a magical armor, able to bind to the dragon, protect her, and give her an incredible new power. And so, she became a Silver Dragon."

"Wow... that's amazing... but how does that relate here?" Tark questioned.

"You know, you cannot create a unicorn by welding a horn onto a normal horse. But some greedy, selfish creatures do not understand that lesson. There have been many attempts over the ages to duplicate the process that supposedly created a Silver Dragon. Every one of them has failed. The White Dragon involved is usually tortured and mortally wounded as they are forced to wear a mediocre, hastily-designed armor, and because of the pain and hatred involved in the process of welding it on, they are known to go insane with fury. The result is a Frostforged."

Tark's eyes grew wide. "That's... horrible. We should save it!"

"No, it's best to not get involved. We need to focus on our true mission... what?" Starlight watched the Bronze dragon suddenly descend toward the ground, and her rider jump off. "What a pair of idiots..." She sighed. "Let's go..."

"All right!" Tark grinned. Maybe they would save the dragon afterall...

Starlight turned and began to dive toward the ground afterward.

(moon-panther, I hope you don't mind the explanation in my post... it just made sense to me)
 
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Kotan and Zruka stayed out of the argue about who would be the leader. Neither wanted the place, and both thought someone else would surely do a better job. As the other dragons flew to the mountains, they followed them.

"Wow. I had forgotten how cold mountains were," Kotan affirmed. Zruka made sound that resembled a laugh.

"Then it's a good thing I can remember for both of us," Zruka replied happily.

As they followed the other dragons, they saw the Bronze one flying down and landing next to a Frostforged. "You remember what that is, right?" the Brass dragon asked. Kotan shook his head.

"Yes, I do. Poor thing, you think anything can be done for him?"

"Not that I've heard about. And you know I've heard many things."

"Yes... Let's at least get down there. We can't afford to lose anyone," Kotan finished, and Zruka glided down to land, landing next to the Bronze dragon, but keeping her distance from the Frostforged.
 
Storm looked down at the White dragon below her.. or what used to be one. That could have easily been her, or.. She growled. Valkyrie looked at the others, and back at the Frostforged.
"Don't just stand there, do someth-" she almost yelled, and stopped. Like these people would listen to her, a nineteen year old hiding behind the big dragon.. "Storm, we have to do something!"
We might be able to try. She dipped a wing, and spiraled down, almost touching wingtips with the silver.
 
"Look, Rasvim! Down there, look!" Nava cried, pointing at the shreaking Frostforged below. The elf shook the pike in her hand excitedly, grinning. "A battle! Go!"

Rasvim snorted, electricity arching from his nostrils and horn. The Blue dove, his wide wings snapping into dive-mode. He landed with a thud a few metres in front of the crazy beast, raising his head and growling.

"Kill it, kill it~" Nava purred.
 
Ominak starts to run toward the Frostforged, drawing his spear as he went. Irthos watched carefully at the movements of the poor creature, ready to attack wheh it lashes out at her rider.

"We must save it...!"

He nears the creature, hearing the high pitched screech of the red demons that crawl over the FrostForge's body. The sound of nails peircing the hide of the dragon can be heard under the pained cries of the dragon. The Dragon lets out a mournful bellow, sweeping it's tail along the ground.

"Ominak!"

Irthos takes to the air and swoops down to the foolish boy, scooping him up in her clawed hand.

"You stupid boy...It is too late for the dragon. He will die soon enough. Nothing will save him"

"I can't believe that. If...If I can get on it's back and kill those demons...we can save him!"

Irthos lets out a sigh, looking down at the boy. She remembers when he was nothing but a baby on a peice of drift wood in the ocean. How he became a stubborn man, she'll never know.

"What do you plan to do"

"I plan to kill the demons and get that metal off of him. He's in pain because of those things"

"...very well. Be careful"

She flies by the FrostFroged, dropping Ominak onto the creature's back. He raises his spear and slashes one of the demons in half.

I can save him! I can save this dragon!

Busy with killing the demons, the words of others don't reach his ears. Nava's cry for the FrostForged's blood reach deaf ears.

Irthos on the other hand hears the Elf's cry. She shakes her head, sighing under her breath.

"Elves...cold compared to humans..."
 
Cil turned his head, following Nava and Ravsim as they lost altitude, chanting on their way down. The black dragon released a short breath of air before turning and giving chase.

"Careful, dragon," Wolf purred with a slightly devious grin on his face. "That Nava; she seems like she could be trouble. Watch out for the frostforged down there."

"I suppose you want to go and put it out of its misery?" the dragon enquired. His words were quiet, carried away by the wind. Wolf merely blinked in response before turning to stare at the ground where the frostforged was lurking. Cil turned his head and allowed his large, heavy horns to pull him downwards.

"Wolf," the dragon crooned softly.
"Yes, Cil?" said the elf, rolling his eyes.
"When we're done killing it, putting it down, may I eat it?"
"Well, we're teamed with others now. Let's see what they think."

The dragon spread his wings allowing them to unfurl and fill with air. They slowed the pair down before Cil slammed into the floor. The pair nodded at eath other before they began their usual tricks when it came to hunting for food.
 
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