Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-27070860-20180322201917

(Okie, although that's a real pity)

Raika stomped around the unknown grounds, trying to find something interesting to do. Her attention was quickly stolen away by a large looking castle-like area, filled with dragons jumping on each other, while others just stood around and cheered for their favoured dragons as those fought- or so Raika assumed.

Huh- this looked very interesting.

“WHAT’S GOING ON!!??” screamed a voice to her right, and as the hero dragon turned their head towards the noise, they were met with an uncomfortable image of a beaten-up dragon. Blood was gushing out of their skull while bruises littered their skin. They were hardly moving.

The creature seamed more confused than in pain, which really surprised the feathered dragon.

The other eye-catching scene was a purple, blue, white-ish dragon being pulled and pushed by a pair of what Raika assumed were guards. She wondered how that happened.

Where’d she step into? A colosseum of some sort?

Raika grimaced as she continued to observe the scene happening before her.

~*~*~

Mari was quietly jogging through the forest, his wings comfortably settled on his back. He preferred feeling the dirt under his claws to the obnoxious howl of wind in his ears. He hated seeing the world from above, it scared him.

He was scared of the horizon. He was scared of the endless land, scared he’d never find the edge of the earth. Scared he’ll never get there in time. Scared he’ll break a promise he once made.

His train of thought was cut off by the sight of an old friend. The corners of his pulled upwards ever so slightly, leaving the faintest of smiles.

“Hello Essca, how have you been?”