Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-27070860-20171010201311

Alas, the other dragon’s voice was cut with the flaring sound of an alarm sounding out through the camp. The dragon’s head perked up, before they started running towards wherever they were going.

Raika shrugged, trying to ignore the loud sound, hopping it’ll stop soon to spare her ears.

Raika looked around, raising an eyebrow. Nobody around here- an open invitation for her to go on in.

The feathered dragon jumped over the high fence, their wings pushing them up ever so slightly. Once their claws hit the ground, they craned their neck to look around. Aha- they were behind some sort of building- maybe these were the shacks they kept their weapons and stuff inside.

Maybe there were jewels, too.

Raika turned to walk around to the other side of the building, revealing an arena with dragons training left and right.

(These places have training areas, right?)

~*~*~

Mari took his time arranging a beautiful bouquet of daisies and roses, placing them carefully under a large oak tree.

Their eyes trailed over the tree’s bark, the letter ‘H’ clawed into the oak’s skin.

The albino said a short prayer, before getting to work.

These trees better be cut before midnight, Mari didn’t want to work until the morning- those were always the hours in which the white dragon was the laziest and most tired at.

With one swipe of the claw, the old oak tumbled to the ground, as if a knife cut through its bark.

Mari glanced at the roses and daisies that were leaning againced the oak’s stump, and closed their eyes.

‘Thank you’.

The albino opened their eyes again, before getting to work over the oak coffins.

Dragons be dragons, but Mari wasn’t going to let their corpses lay dried out in the open.

Besides, Latte messed his agent up pretty badly- Mari found him with his throat ripped open, limbs cut apart and teeth pulled out.

Mari couldn’t wrap his head around how poorly Essca educated and trained Latte- what did they not understand when the Whistling dragon told them to leave his agent’s body alone?

He shook his head, before looking at the sun.

Soon it’ll be midnight, and soon the time for building a suitable grave will be long gone.

Mari couldn’t afford to stay here forever.