Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-26510374-20171005051619

four ocs to juggle whee

"Alright, Shiver," Abalone told the female. "Why don't you go investigate those rustlings with Flash, if you so badly want to get away from us?"

Shiver grunted and hared into the forest after the noise.

Oh no! Splash heard them coming after her. Not again... they were all frightening.

Obscurity lounged under a rock in the camp, examining the tufts of feathers on the undersides of her front legs in disdain. She had been planning an attack on the peacemakers' fort several miles away- Fort Tropican.

She flexed her claws, imagining them sinking into a screaming young dragon...

Enough. That wasn't realistic. They'd make the young cowards go in the back of a battle line, so she wouldn't be able to get to them till the end of the battle, likely.

Obscurity pulled a large stone box towards her and looked through it. Jewelry of all sorts, to entice dragons into fighting for their side. Beautiful riches. Beautifully worthless.

She still liked wearing the earrings and pendants, to display wealth. To show neutral dragons she wasn't lying about those riches.

Obscurity picked up an emerald Celtic-style necklace, turning it about in her claws, watching it sparkle in the sun.

Her whiskers prickled suddenly.

Obscurity narrowed her eyes, the thought of a spy instantly surfacing.