Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-27070860-20171009185820

Raika stood at the entrance to the dark-cult-camp.

Blood covered her claws- in the end, she wasn’t the one to blame. It was Essca’s bad idea, and now they paid for it.

Latte managed to escape, apparently shouting something about going to the enemy’s hideout. Camp. Layer. Whatever that stupid thing was.

Point is, the feathered dragon stood at the entrance of the gate, Essca no longer here, and Latte probably lost somewhere in the woods.

Raika chuckled.

Idiots.

Ah- finally someone came by.

A striped purple dragon, resembling something close to a Nightwing (she had Latte’s useless stack of dragon books to thank for that knowledge) was pacing the inside of the camp. Their whiskers bounced ever so slightly in the light wind, strong and powerful horns rising above their head.

From what Raika picked up, this was some camp named “Fort Endlessly”, and this was its leader.

A powerful, large, insensitive monster.

Raika smirked. She liked this.

“Hey- I’d like to enter the camp, if I may. Anything I could be useful for?” Raika cocked her head to the side, waiting for the other to answer.



Latte stood under the large sign, the words ‘x camp’ scratched out on it.

(Hey, I’m aware of what the ‘bad’ camp’ is called, but could someone tell me what the opposite camp is named? I couldn’t find it, I’m not sure if anyone mentioned it- if it is, I didn’t notice it ;-; )

Pacific Shock- that’s who Latte should be searching for. The only dragon he’s heard about from this camp- only dragon he was told to search for by Essca, who-

Never mind, that’s irrelevant- he should just try entering this camp, fulfilling random orders blindly, not caring for anything else-

But Essca’s orders were the only he’d take, were the only he’d care about, were the only-

Damn it, shut up.

Latte shut his eyes tightly, determined to kill all the thoughts of Essca right now.

You’re a new person now- you’ll serve this camp for a while, and then you’ll be fine. Essca doesn’t tell you what to do right now.

Latte opened his eyes again, the sun draping itself over the dragon.

A few guards were roaming around the camp, so the god dragon decided to call out.

“Hey- excuse me, do you know how I could join the camp- or could someone lead me over to Pacific Shock...? Heard she’s a big name around here” Latte announced, as a few heads turned his way.



Mari stared at the black blob in the water, clearly some sort of shadow dragon.

Sitting in the water for too long- not smart.

The dragon grimaced- the sea, the rivers were all dirty and disgusting, covered in mud, dragon corpses floating here and there.

The fish were fed with whatever crap the camps littered on the beaches, it was all so disgusting and sickening to Mari.

He glanced down at the dragon that was swimming under the water, their black form moving slowly between the schools of fish.

The words the dragon muttered before floating into the water; "There is no one left in these ocean depths, you're at your own behest, so don’t hold your breath."

Mari knew how beautiful those words were. He also knew how senseless and untrue they were; but no need to tell that to anyone.

No need to be picky about the color of someone’s lifeboat if it’s going to save them in the end.

Mari stared down at the now black dot in the distance, before they spread their wings farther, picking up more speed before diving down in between the jungle’s trees. The albino knew there might be dragons, half-dead on the ground, their heavy breathing disturbing the winds and their rotting claws digging into the poor soil.

It’s better to have a living dragon then a dead dragon.

And with that thought, Mari stomped on the ground towards their destination.