Unearth Me. RP (Remade)

The region was that of a dead zone. Pretty much the entire city was torn down and shredded up pretty bad, so everyone was doing whatever they could, to survive. Where the main square would be located, were tons of venders selling meats, weapons, skins, and other things to the travelers. Such merchants that were responsible for going back and fourth (be it inside the city or to another one) often came in with horses and chariots. Most people walked a long way to get here, so when they arrived, they were renting out abandoned buildings for small sums of money that came in the forms of old coin. Most of the people used the barter system, a form of trade, to get by.

The buildings often had long rags or what resembled blankets and other sashes, hanging from the windows. This meant that people lived there, and that civilization wasn't totally dead. Other areas that weren't safe to live were boarded up, or covered in weeds and other greenery. However, even planets were scarce, if not shit ones that you weren't able to smoke or eat. Animals were brought in via merchants and Flockers, or Farmers. The Flockers would bring in droves of these mammals, sell them, or eat them. If not attempt to breed them for coin. Blacksmiths were rather popular, as everyone needed new swords, bows and utilities to carry out their daily tasks. They often asked young kids to come and learn the trade, so that they could make it later in their lives.

If it was nice out, kids were out at play, some going too far from their parents. If it were storming out people were seeking shelter, by any means possible. If the winds picked up and it was sunny out, people also took shelter, worried that the Dragons were on their way to swoop down and pray on the humans harvesting their goods. Merchants that traveled the furthest, or Hunters, were always paid the most. People would often be found at the Jobs Board, at the Center of the town. Anyone was able to take up a job, but most of the kids were pushed aside and laughed at, unless they'd proven themselves somehow (for instance, bringing home a Dragon's severed head, or finding old artifacts, or rare creatures). Most people kept themselves close to the city, but the Hunters went out there into the forests, the Dead Forest (a graveyard for only dead trees and animals just before the Mountain Range) and the mountains which erupted randomly, with fire.

The 'Chosen Few' were rather kept to themselves. They pretended to be normal humans, that hadn't been touched by the 'Gods' or whatever the humans prayed to for their sit religions. Most of them worked alone, but did side jobs that produced amazing results. They were said to have been Dragon Riders, but no one had really confirmed it. Such a display or action alone could get them killed, as most of humanity wanted each and every Dragon laid to rest for eating their children or relatives. Others were said to have collected 'Special Pets' - and were usually seen traveling with them. Most only turned their heads away not thinking they had any sort of 'magic' since most of the animals and plants were mutated anyways. It was 'just the way the world was' and shit. But the fact of the matter was, there really were Riders out there, that had traveled so far, that they'd come across brilliant beings, inhabiting the Earth.

Let's give some of them a chance to post, and tell their story...

One of the Hunters was holding a usual meeting within the abandoned Asylum. It was a general wonder that nothing had destroyed it in the massive fallout and rape of the Earth, but there it was. At the head of the almost-empty room, was a raggy-looking fellow sitting there on this 'stage' of sorts. Rumor had it, that back in 2000, this stage was used for the public demonstrations of how drugs affected their patients or something blasphemous as such. The male that was there was well-carved, due to years of hunting in the fields and Dead Forest. Though he never really told people where he hunted, they got the general idea from the strange things he'd brought back. He was rather popular in the city, and Legends were have said, to have followed him there into the city, since after he got there, business was shockingly better.

But to such a person as himself, he was just a man.

A man, with an usual gift. A gift that came in the form - of a dragon.

But enough of that for now. Melvin, often called the 'King' for reasons we'll explain in the moment, was having a meeting of unusual sorts. It was believed that he did this on a regular basis, and it was believed that he lived in the Asylum, or out on the streets alone. Many people that knew him, didn't actually KNOW anything about him. Which was fine, he preferred it that way. But anyways, there he was sitting there, a group of youth before him. They were loud and routy, talking, and not prepared for the hike ahead of them. Many people hunted in a team, and well, this Melvin, had created a team, a Kingdom, or so he called it.

"Will all of you SHUT the fuck up already?! We have a job to do here!" He snapped, glaring at all of them. As everyone looked on, they would see their 'King', or the Leader of this 'Pack' light up a plant, and smoke it. He was usually this way, and such was done to calm him the fuck down on a normal basis.

Sora was a rather dark child inside. He normally traveled alone, and did the smallest tasks for money, as he were only 11 years old. Many of the older boys tended to push him around anyways, so he did his best to stay away from him. Up until he found the Asylum, where kids gathered to learn how to hunt, he had no one. Sora did have an usual gift though, much like a few of them there. But he told no one, because he trusted no one.

Hmm... seems that everyone's here. All of them are such assholes, but outstanding fighters and hunters. Ugh, I wish I were as good as the King, maybe then I'd be respected. It was no secret that Sora looked up to the King, he often was found talking to him before tasks, trying to get pointers so that he wouldn't fuck up.

Silently, the young boy wandered over to one of the wood-made chairs, and took a seat. He sat the furthest back, away from everyone else. The King's voice carried as he spoke anyways, or people just went silent, so he was good away from the others. Quietly, he sifted through his small pack, and made sure everything was ready.

Knife, check... water... check... um.... uh... oh yeah, and these! Okay, all good... He thought to himself, then sitting there patiently.

Salvation was very VERY aware that he was late for Mevin's meeting.

Good thing he didn't give a fuck.

Soaring high into the skies above, was a wretched fiend that came in the form of Salvation Rupel Arclight. Atop a Dragon whom he referred to as 'Time' - was this asshole, soaring through the clouds over the Dead Forest.

"Mel's going to fuck me - or not fuck me - one of the two, for not showing up. But it's not like he's not about to come out this way anyways." He muttered to himself, pulling out his bow. "Time, steady, don't dive just yet you old fuck."

The white dragon snarled in objection to the comment, and beat his wings so that he was higher into the air. Spreading his wings, he rode a thermal up over the mountainside, watching wild cattle below. His long tail flared out and white fins glistened in the air, but he never moved without his Rider's command. Salvation leaned down over the shoulders of Time, and pointed his bow down below. Telling the Dragon to descend, he waited on it, for the moment where he would snipe one of those fucks and eat it later that night. Sal was a fucking vulture, and preyed on whatever he could sink his claws into. He was also the most protective and obsessive, within the city, for the moment. But we'll get to why later when a fuck can be given.

Unlike his wretched twin brother, Christopher sat in silence before their Pack Leader. He never traveled anywhere without him, unless he was absolutely forced to. And of course, there had been times. Chris was known for being totally silent, and for getting the best kills from a distance. As he sat there up closer to where the King was, he fingered his silvery hair, noting the bag of arrows on his back, and the large wood-carved bow under his hands.

The boy had long, long hair, it was kept braided to the left side of his face though. It made hunting difficult, and always blew back in his face. But never, since he met the King, did he cut it. He and his twin brother were probably the oldest of the kids there, 23 was their age, and they were twins, Sal was just born 5 minutes before Chris was. His light blue eyes carefully eyed the bow, that was carved and filled with black markings. The bow itself was a light color, and went well with the light-colored rags he wore. Made hiding in the forest much easier as well.

Chris never took his eyes off of the King as he spoke. The others, much like Sora, hated the kid, and often picked on him whenever Mel wasn't looking. If not them it was his own brother, who was a fucking asshole any chance he got. Chris sighed and played with the end of his braid, hoping that the King would send for them to leave soon.

Blu sat alone in the forest, casually sharpening one of her many knives. She never really talked to anyone, and rarely went to the city, but for money, if she needed it. If the girl was seen, it was with long bluish hair, that was tied up with whatever had been around. Her top was nothing more than sash and rope, and her pants were nothing but old shredded jeans. From being out in the forest for so long she'd become rather unkept, her nails were longer than ever, and her toes were starting to look more like talons made for climbing trees. It was a wonder she was even in a human body, because she was strangely mutant-looking. Her eyes were that of a crystal blue, the colors of the skies above.

The knife that she had was made from melting scraps of metal, which meant it was nothing profound, just that it got the job done where it was needed to be done. Here and there she would collect animal skins, and head to a clearing, where she'd built an old hutch from sod and tree branches. She often had campfires out there where she lived on at, since she was well off from civilization anyhow. Rarely would another tread on her land, her scent alone smelled Killer. Blu strangely had a rather long spine, that ended with fur, and an actual tail. She also had rather pointed ears, that were sometimes seen sticking out of her long hair. Perhaps living near all that radiation had done it, but nevertheless, the female thrived on. It would seem that her mutations served her well anyways. And if that didn't - her Ancient pet hiding in the trees sure did.

Amunet giggled running through the asylum, her arms spread wide out to her side as if she were flying. Her long white hair waved in the stale air behind her. "Neeeeeeeeeeteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~ daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy~" she called out as she ran and skipped along, all the while she remained giggling.

Soon enough she ran into her dad and held her arms up to be held. With a smile, he leaned down, picked her up and placed her on his shoulder. The two walked into the asylum and towards the king. Once again, the little child rose her hands high into the air as they moved past the crowd and towards the Kings side. "Neteru!" she said again, then laughed.

She was placed on her feet and she did a curtsy before the king before moving off to the side, sat down and began doodling, humming to herself as she did.

Melvin's eyes were rather bloodshot now. Everyone around him seemed to blur in and out or something. He at least said 'hi' to Amunet, though it probably came out as a buncha random shit since his face was going numb.

Must have been some good ass plant.

He was totally, shock-face, high as fuck. "Attention everyone, I.... am high... as FUCK right now." He said with a weird smirk. He ran his fingers through his dyed-greenish hair, and his eyes narrowed. "Now where was I? Oh yeah, SHUT UP!" He hissed again. Everyone fell silent, and he jumped off of the stage, casually grabbing his very (LONG AND HUGE IMEANWHAT!) large sword. A moment later, he realized that everyone was already silent, and hadn't even been talking. "Whoops, heh, damn voices...." He muttered. "We're here today because I was offered a rather badass job, for a large sum of coin. I can use that to better this piss-poor excuse for a 'house', and get you fucks new gear and shit. So you're all going to help me."

Melvin stopped and looked over at Chris, who looked somewhat worried. Probably because his stupid brother was out slaying shit, ahead of time - again, without the King telling him to go off yet. He rolled his eyes and looked at the kid for a moment, then frowned.

"Judging by Christoper's disposition, I would generally ASSUME, that Sally ran off again by himself, and is probably going to get eaten by a dragon somewhere in the badlands - A.K.A. the Dead Forest. Don't do that kinda shit everyone, you all know better anyways. If he gets beat up again, leave him, because I'm going to beat him worse anyhow. Moving on. Anyways. There's rumors of a grouping of Dragons headed into the Northern-most part of Fire Mountain. We are going to go up there, and bring back proof that we have killed the grouping. There should be anywhere between ten to twenty of them. Proof will consist of their skulls. The person with the most skulls gets the award of sucking my dick." The King laughed, knowing that he was high as shit. "I will be going into the nest, Momma and Daddy are mine, if Sal hasn't killed one of them or been eaten yet. Now, follow me, and move out." With that, the King left the area, reaching down to grab his bag, along with Chris's arm. "Get the fuck over here and tell me where he ran off to." He whispered with a snarl, dragging the lesser twin out of the Asylum. The others left behind were free to ready up and move out.

Chris winced as the King grabbed him and pulled him outside. He carried his bow behind him as a sign of respect, noting the large sword of Onyx that Melvin had attained from Hell only knew. He whined and followed the King, and when they stopped he shuffled his feet nervously, listening to him scold him about letting Sal wander off. Chris couldn't do anything about it though, Sal never listened to him. And every time he got injured it was normally blamed on Chris, which sucked for the lad.

The boy with the silver hair looked around at the others leaving the Asylum. Fearfully afraid that someone would yell at him or call him a bitch for being so close to the King, he closed his eyes, and whined again. He felt Mel grab him so that he was facing him, and looked at him nervously. Melvin was younger than he was, but stronger, and labeled a man by all trades. Though he were only 19, he was strong, fearless, and unafraid of the enemies that attacked most of the city. Here Chris was 23 in age, and terrified of everything. Even his 'gift' was a bit skiddish. He felt like a loser.

The boy nervously pulled out a scroll, and a pen, then shivered and nervously wrote on it. He handed it over to the King a few minutes later, and looked away, staying totally silent.

I'm sorry Melvin, but he said that he was going without me. He said that he knew where you were going, so that it was okay. He left yesterday, I thought you knew... If you're going to beat me for this I understand. I'm sorry...

Sora tried not to get in the way of anyone, but as usual someone had shoved him, and he'd fallen and scraped his knee open.

"JERK!" He yelled angrily, fighting back tears. Because real men didn't cry, and he wouldn't cry. Not a chance, he'd never live it down. Between him and Chris, the kids seemed to have more than enough people to pick on, and it just wasn't fair.

Getting up the boy picked up his things that one of the kids had dumped out all over the ground, and then grabbed a piece of scrap rag to wrap his knee with. He angrily put his knife into his belt, and got up, limping a bit. He couldn't wait to get out into the fight, and find his lava lizard. He would have to sneak away to find him, crawling around somewhere nearest the lava pits of the mountains.

Sora began to walk away, when he overheard the King scolding Chris again. He felt bad for the boy, but said nothing and kept walking. He was 11 years old. What the hell could he do anyways. He stopped and watched from the corner of his eye, as Chris wrote something, a way that he communicated apparently. Usually only to the King from what he knew of the kid. He looked up to see more kids about to throw rocks at him, and slowly inched over closer to the King. The kids growled and ran off, and Sora stuck his tongue out. Fighting back the rage in his teary eyes.

He was a mistake, he knew he was. He always knew it.

Amunet waited until most the others were already walking out before she collected her stuff and moved the opposite way. That was when she noticed some kids picking on another and pouted, she headed that way and by the time she got there, the kid was already walking away.

Doing as she always did, she skipped over and walked next to the boy. "You should clean up that wound before it gets sicky. Amunet has things that she can help clean it off with! Then we can catch up with the others after. Will only take a minute!" she said as bright and cheery as always, then let out a very quiet giggle afterward.

She was one to never turn her back on anyone, to help everyone and to make as many friends as she could. That, and she had a problem with crying a lot, so she never liked seeing anyone else cry, so when she saw someone else crying, she wanted to help and make them happy again.

Alak slowly moved through the crowds of people, towards the old insane asylum where the King's folk often gathered. Very silently, he moved through the people, looking down, and keeping his head covered. This boy was one of deep blue hair and strangely red eyes, one who didn't dare get close to another. He was but 14 years of age, though it was obviously he was rather familiar with being alone, and handling things like a true adult.

He had kept himself dressed rather light, nothing more than a tunic, and a sort of shawl that went over it, with a large hood to hide his hair, and most of his face. The boy was pale in color, and rather silent, much like the kid they called Christopher. He didn't really fight with anyone, and usually took jobs that were meant for more skilled folk. He seemed to handle being on his own with ease.

For now, there was a job in place, that was the collecting of plants for antidotes and such. This was rather close, to where the King was sending his men. Alak watched on as some of the King's lads were picked on, shaking his head at the other kids. When they weren't looking, and picking on that Sora kid, Alak had smirked, and took out his sling-shot, getting one of the older boys in the face, with a bit of silver.

"You really should look out for yourself more kid. Here, you dropped this." Alak walked up to the Sora boy, who was standing there with a girl named Amunet. He didn't know that was her name though. He handed the other boy what appeared to be a sash of some kind, something that he'd dropped walking outside. He rarely spoke, but when he did, it was to help people. Alak turned away, and started to walk towards where the others would actually be headed.

Melvin sighed and decided not to really say anything, just looked around at the gathering and leaving kids. He growled and rubbed his eyes, and then decided to head out, watching the others scatter about.

"Let's go Chris, we'll worry about you gettin' a whipping later." He smirked, his blue eyes glistening in the sunlight.

The King yelled at the others to move out, and quickly, then headed out of the city, and towards the forest. Who knew what was out there waiting for them, watching them, and ready to prey on them. Keeping his boy close, and moving through the trees, the King looked around, and stayed relatively calm. Which was saying something, since he was already high as shit.

When he got about an hour or two through the forest, he stopped, at a clearing.

"Shhh..." Melvin said, stopping Chris from getting too far ahead of him. When the boy stopped Melvin put his first two fingers into his mouth, and released a loud, loud whistle. It resounded through the trees, and sent the birds flying into the air.

Melvin was calling, his Dragon.

Christopher stopped and waited. He knew what Melvin was doing, and immediately backed up, stepping on a branch. It snapped beneath his leather moccasins, and he winced, afraid that he'd angered their King. He looked around waiting, knowing that at any moment, darkness would surely cover the skies above. Many times had he seen Melvin's dragon. And Chris knew, that dragon was anything but friendly.

The boy backed up and looked around nervously, waiting for the stunning display of scales and fiery might. He reached down and pulled out a set of dog tags, that was tied around his neck. They were from Melvin. Sighing, he ran his fingers over them, and then the object just behind them. It was a strange whistle, created from a beach shell that was found in the ocean when he was a child. He remembered it and kept it, one of the many things Melvin had given him.

Nervously, Chris fingered the whistle, and then put it to his lips and blew into it. He knew that both Dragons showing up at the same time was normally not a good thing, but his Dragon - belonged to the King's Dragon, per say. And they often were found together. Chris had suspected that his Dragon was possibly female at one point, until he'd gotten a good look at him.

Come on Sage, come out from hiding... He thought, putting the whistle down.

Yellowish, almost gold, gauntlets reached upwards, only to grab onto a rock just above a head covered in a fiery red shade of hair. The long sharp talons of the gauntlets gripped hard enough into the rock that it cracked, another gauntlet moved higher up and gripped, pulling the body upward. Bare feet curled around rocks and slipped into crevices to lift the weight of the body upward as she climbed the mountain wall. All she kept thinking to herself was, she was almost there. Finally, she tossed her arm over a cliff edge and pushed her body upward once more to lay flat down on the ground, gasping for air, now exhausted. She made it to the top of the mountain.

Taking long, slow deep breaths, her burning red eyes opened to glance at the sky above her, a smile coming to her face. Here she was alone, well, almost alone. There was a furling of wings, a thud, something huge hitting the ground. Yet, her smile only grew and she rolled onto her side to see where all the noise had come from. It was her only friend, Bennu, a giant phoenix like dragon. Each of its feathers looked like its own blaze, his beak and talons, long, curved, hooked and sharp ready to pierce and shred anything that got to close.

She moved to a stand and stretched, the bird lowering its gaze, one fiery glance meeting another. With a laugh, she ran forward and the beast lowered his head until his huge beak collided with her chest. Tot his, she wrapped her arms as far as she could around his beak and hugged him. "I missed you Bennu." She said softly and kissed his beak. "Sorry I was gone for so long, didn't mean to be." She said stepping back and the beast cawed, then bumped his beak into her chest once more, forcing another laugh from her.

Raising her hand, she placed it on his beak and only smiled brighter, "I really did miss you, friend."

Valefor poked his head out from one of the trees he'd been hiding in, then made a strange hissing sound at the girl who was on the ground below getting ready to haul away some animal skins after a bit of traveling and hunting.

Blu looked up and snapped her fingers at the beast, which clicked his tongue in response. She smirked and watched the black wyvern crawl in a slithering manner, down the tree, to the grass below it. He ran over to her almost like a bounding happy mutt, and sat there poised and in position so that she could load up her kills onto his back. The girl shook her head and then ran her right hand gently over his leathery wings, then flopped a few larger skins atop the smaller ones. Once she was ready she saddled up, and climbed onto the beast's back almost effortlessly. She was rather limber from running around this way so much, as was her chosen dragon. Only, he was limber in the air, or shifting through the trees. Fast in the air and somewhat on land, this beast was surely the last of his kind for that reason and many others.

Valefor made sure that Blu was ready, then spread his wings and began blowing through the forest towards where his Dragon Tamer lived. He stayed either just over the tree-tops, or occasionally darted down into the forest itself - dodging trees left and right, if he felt like another dragon could possibly hear or see him somewhere nearby. Greenery and bush passed them by, Blu scanning the area and watching for other people. When she saw a group amassing somewhere near the edge of the forest, she realized that Valefor had gone the wrong way. Tapping him on the back, she yelled something out to him, which made him spiral into the air, making sure to get out of sight. It wasn't until they were high enough up that Blu figured out what he was doing.

He was showing her just who was on their way towards her house. Suddenly worried, the girl tapped her Wyvern's back again, and told him that home was where they needed to be. With a groan and a slight shriek, the beast turned around, and began to fly off towards her hutch. The only issue with where they lived, was the fact that it was in an open clearing. Somewhere hard to miss. Thankfully however, there was a treeline some hundred paces from there, where Valefor was able to hide. Though honestly, hiding a dragon even that size, wasn't easy. Last thing they wanted, was for someone to end up hunting them.

"Go hide once I get these off you, I'll summon you if I need you." Blu said, removing the skins. The dragon snorted and lowered his head, then looked upwards towards where someone else might have been. Blu could tell that Valefor was threatened, so she sent him into hiding him immediately. What else could be out there? Moreover, who else was out there?

The girl went into her house, and started preparing animal skins, and fish for later.

Blu looked up and wandered out of her hutch a while later. Immediately her big ears shifted, and took on the placement of someone who wanted to hear what was going on.

Hmm... someone is calling Dragons.... She thought carefully, her long-thin tail swaying back and fourth as she crept out of her home.

The strange female with the oddly blue hair, climbed onto her hutch, and sat there flicking her strange tail. It was as if she'd gone backwards in evolution, though the times had changed so much, it was no wonder that others like her self were out and about learning, breathing, and living - differently than the Monster Hunters in the city....

A gust of wind caused the female to smirk a moment later.

"I thought you were supposed to be hiding." She said aloud, not bothering to turn around. She only closed her eyes, and suddenly - she was behind herself.

Well, that's what it looked like in her mind.

Valefor, Blu's strange Dragon, landed behind her hutch. He flared out obscenely-large wings, and floated upwards, then proceeded to actually sit behind her, looking down at her. His glowing blue eyes, matching Blu's glowing eyes, as she opened them slowly.

Sight-sharing. That was their mental connection. And it was a strange one, though useful ability all the same.

Valefor released a powerful hiss, that turned into an agitated shriek. Though he wasn't as large as the other Dragons, he was twice as fast. Which was something, that he strangely needed to be... but we'll get to that later. Like, way later. When people start dying.

"Should we have a look around then? No doubt those humans are on the hunt for your kind again. Perhaps I should attempt to have words with them one time...." Blu said cautiously. The Wyvern behind her grunted, and lowered his head, so that he could nuzzle her. She smiled and turned to face him, then climbed atop his back. "Away with us then, my dear." She said almost quietly. The Wyvern howled, and released a thunderous wind, as he lifted off into the skies above, and zoomed towards where the other dragons were headed.

Melvin had chosen not to beat Chris, and had only slapped him for his actions. He figured he had better things to do, like find out where the fuck those two big Dragons were. It was all about the payload, and they would surely be coming in hot once things were settled and those beasts were dead with his name on it. With that kind of coin he could fix the Asylum, and gear up all the kids still living inside it. This was what he wanted - what any good King would want. Something like that anyways.

It was about an hour flight South, to get to where they were going, and "The Tyrant" (Mel's Dragon) was very much awake, eyeing up everyone that followed him. Everywhere around him - above and below, kids hopped onto their mounts, and floated on after their King - giving him the most space of course. It was well known that his Dragon was an asshole, and would waste no time devouring them or the kids themselves if they got too close. The King with his spiky blue hair brandished his sword, more than ready to destroy someone or something...

Melvin's Dragon suddenly paused, then circled in mid-air. Something out of the ordinary, lest he was hunting. Headed over the field, Melvin made out something on the ground which caught his eye. Waving his sword for the others to continue on, he decided to descend, and forced his Dragon to land. Where he landed - was just before a small hutch.

"Was this here the whole time?" He asked himself aloud, almost expecting to get an answer. "I've been hunting up and down this way forever... never once did I see this shit before..." He muttered, sliding down off the massive black beast breathing and growling.

Curiously the King looked overhead, and watched his 'Kingdom' sail on to go and kill off all those smaller Dragons over by the heated mountains. For the King however, it was curiosity, that got the better of him. Little did he know, his Dragon, came there for something else entirely. But ignoring him, he decided to knock on the wooden door to the hutch, to see just who lived there among these lands.

Salvation grinned, and enjoyed his kill. By now the others were trekking through the forest, and he was sitting there out in the open Dead Forest, just skinning his catch. Time snarled and snapped his jaws, lifting a massive dead one into his mouth. The sickening cracks that entered the area around them was enough to make Sal want to throw up, but he turned his head and just ignored it.

A moment later however, a massive blackness that covered the skies, zoomed overhead, and caught his direct attention. Time turned his head and released a massive earth-shattering howl, and the blackness flared out his wings, and responded with an equally terrifying cry.

"So, Mel's dragon is on his way huh? Hmm, so strange he's got that thing tamed and trained by his calling." Salvation laughed, and then went back to cooking his meat over the open fire. Someone would find him, he was in no rush to hear about their next job. Effort was needed to care, and Sal didn't feel like giving a fuck.

Time rolled over onto the ground, thrashing about and sending dead trees flying. Apparently he had an itch.

"Seriously? Goddamn, calm the fuck down." Sal muttered, going back to cooking AGAIN.

Smiling to herself, RA removed the pack on her shoulders, rather larger than herself, and opened it up. Inside lay an assortment of fish that she had spent the last day or so collecting form rivers and lakes. "I brought a gift. Here." She said and tumbled the food out of the bag. Bennu turned his head down to look at it and gave a small chirp of a reply. Lowering his head, his massive beak opened and began to devour the fish she had brought. Taking one for herself, she used the talons on the gauntlet and cut open the fish to rip its guts out. She then began walking around the clifftop, collecting sticks and stone to make a small fire pit. Once she had everything assemble, she stepped back and looked up at her friend who was just finishing his meal. Not a word was muttered, but Bennu had lowered his head and hiccuped a small spout of fire, which landed on her set up and caught a blaze. She smiled her thanks and began cooking her meal.

While the meal cooked, she sat on the ground by it and smiled looking out over the lands below. Neither of them said anything, merely sat close by one another and enjoyed one another s company. Bennu had sat by close enough so that she could rest up against his warm feathers, which made her coo very softly and close her eyes. This was a nice life for her, she had no real responsibility other than hunting, she always lived high enough to see everything and anyone coming too close. There were plenty of escape routes had they the need to. It was lonely, she spent most of her time alone, hunting deciding it was too dangerous to take Bennu with her hunting. There were just too many humans that wanted his kind dead and she didn't want to risk it. She didn't necessarily like the loneliness, but it was the price of safety, so she figured.

A chirp broke her from her thought, so she looked up at her friend, then over to her food. Muttering a thanks, she stood and returned to the fire to pull her food from it. Sitting back down in her spot, she kicked her feet off of the edge of the cliff and began eating. Using her talons, she tore apart the flesh of the fish and ate in small, slow, pieces, careful not to eat too quick and ruin the good meal. She began to wonder how she got to such a life, what happened before all of this, what happened to her family (most likely eaten by wandering dragons), how she found Bennu. She remembered little of any of that, wasn't really necessary information. Merely, had enough information to survive and only to get stronger. Her and Bennu would occasionally go out and practice and when she was by herself, she would practice her fighting skills so that she was a formidable opponent had the need ever come to that. Thought it almost never did.

After she had finished eating, she rest comfortably against Bennu, set on taking a nap. She had just dosed off into a restful nap when Bennu ruffed his feathers and let out a low warning growl. This, she woke to and looked up at him, "What is it friend?" She asked him and saw him now sitting upright staring out across the lands, intently. Curious, she looked out and frowned a bit. "A hunting pack? Huh, time to get moving." She said standing and brushing off her dress. Clicking softly, Bennu lowered his head and she mounted atop him. Spreading his massive wings and standing upright, he dropped off the cliff edge.

Christopher stayed on Sage, and circled, watching the King from below. He was knocking on the door to some house, of a person he'd literally just missed out on. But of course, they didn't know that, so once he was done eying the place, he would surely be satisfied enough, to come back to the mission.

"Was there anyone there?" Chris mouthed the words with his lips, then did some strange question-mark gesture with his right hand, shaking it as he asked.

Melvin sat atop the Tyrant thoughtfully, and shook his head. "No, but I'm certain someone lives there. Fresh animal skins don't lie." He said with a smirk. "I'll stop back after we kill these fucks."

Christopher nodded solemnly, and together, the two males and their beasts, floated on. It wasn't until they met up with Chris's twin brother, that things really started to get interesting. Everyone around dove for the mountains, and got straight to work on those smaller Dragons. Chris stayed further away, trying not to be the one responsible for their deaths. He and Sage made it their job, to carry as many of the dead back with them, so that they could skin them later, and use their bone and flesh for clothes and other weaponry too. And even some food were it cooked enough.

"About fucking time already, thought your little group was going to take days just to get here." Sal snickered. His massive white Dragon Time, roared fiercely, rising into the air higher than Mel's Dragon, to show him, that he had the King of the Dragons - dead already. Time had some nice open gashes on him, showing off his dominance after the fight. "The Queen is still there. Didn't get the shot at her I wanted. She's huge - and pregnant. Good fucking luck with that shit, she'll kill everyone for trying to strike under that condition. I'd say if you want a shot with Miss Bitch, it's best to go for the eyes." He said, arrogantly brushing his hair out of his eyes, and off his shoulders.

A moment later, a peculiar voice came into view, one which sounded very feral.

"Stop! Stop this right now - you don't have to kill her! Don't do it, it's wrong!" The voice said.

Melvin and Salvation looked around, to see that below them - and up against the huge mountains and volcanoes, the Kingdom was still killing the younger dragons, and Chris was still hauling them into the usual pile...

A girl atop a dragon came out from the clouds, and hovered just before the two arguing about how to properly kill the Queen. The girl's hair was as blue as the sky she sat in, almost blending in entirely. She had oddly-colored eyes, pale skin, and... was riding a Black Wyvern Dragon.

Melvin looked at the girl, and squinted, enjoying her Dragon's markings. "Aye, that's a pretty rare Dragon you got yourself there little lady. Why don't you just run along and let the boys do their hunting." He smirked.

"Or else we can just take that beast you got there, he might bode well with my collection." Salvation spat, eying the female closely. "Where do you come from?" He demanded, shocked she even knew their language.

"Perhaps one such as yourself should loose his tongue for his disrespect, and I am Blu, I come from the forest, much like this Wyvern. I travel to these mountains quite often, and I'll have you know, you've got no rights here killing an innocent mother Dragon." She hissed.

Melvin looked upon the girl strangely, debating his next few words. "Maybe you should come back with us. You seem a bit useful. If you know these beasts so well, perhaps after I kill them off, you can tell me about them for next time." He smirked.

Chris looked up to see the girl on the Wyvern, and worriedly shook his head. He went back to his job, and only hoped - for her sake - they let her go. He would look up again however, to see that Melvin's Dragon had grabbed hers, and he had tied her up and taken her. She now sat covered in ropes just in front of him, while her companion was in a net, which the Tyrant held tightly. Chris knew that most times, when they took people from other tribes or areas, that they wound up dead within the first 24 hours, week at best if they were lucky. To not cooperate with the King would ensure death, so he secretly hoped he got a chance to tell the girl, just to help the King and not fight with him. How one could defend wild Dragons he didn't know - but thinking about how his Dragon might have been before he had him - it was easily understood. But his brother, and Melvin - would never see it that way. Their Dragons were pets or servants to them. Far from just friends.

"We'll come back for the Queen tomorrow. I've got some weapons that need to be built. Kingdom, assemble what you have and return home! Tonight - we will camp out and celebrate our catches!" The King announced proudly.

Blu had half a mind to dive off of the Dragon and into the clouds, but without her Dragon, that was useless. Instead she wrapped her strange tail around her body, and attempted to free herself of the ropes. Everyone for miles would watch, as the King - led his Kingdom home.