Quest to stop the Confetti Hurricane

The stele moved between Starling's fingers, making dark lines on the Shadowhunter's pale skin. Ladon watched intently as he answered the other dragon, That should help, even if for a short period of time. It can slow the venom down a bit. He explained

Just as Starling finished drawing the rune, it disappeared, leaving it's shape in a scar-like silvery rune on Silver's forearm.

He looked around as if looking for something, but shook his head to get rid of the thought. He'd come back and fetch them later

It would slow it down until he regain consciousness and do something about that poison running in his vines His voice echoed in her mind.

The black sword and bow, I can't sense them He said with a growl. I shall come look for them later. We have more important matters to attend to. First of all, we need to find where all this little confetti coming from. It is not normal He looked towards Jitt wondering where are they heading next.

Ladon nodded, Alirght then, what are you waiting for? He asked Jitt, and then turned to Starling has he heard her talk, Of course, He lowered himself to the ground to let Starling get on his back more easily.

He glanced at Starling's bracelet as the sunlight reflected off it. But he decided it was nothing important to both his rider and himself, or maybe he just didn't know at the time.

He spared another glance in his rider's direction before getting ready to take off in the howling wind.

Ladon just shrugged, It's alright, no harm done. He continued his flight in silence, but upon seeing the huge estate before him, he felt slightly nervous. He wasn't comfortable with being around so many humans.

He shifted to hide his discomfort, then asked, Some one care to explain to me what is going on?

Starling turned her head as a shadow passed overhead. Holding up a hand against the glare of the sun, she saw the silhouette of another dragon that looked similar to Jitt, but from that angle she couldn’t really tell. The wind was dying down again, and the scraps of confetti were whirling with less intensity, so she risked opening her uninjured wing to the wind. Her broken one lifted a little too - just enough to keep her balance, but it still hung at a painful and unhealthy angle. She knew it was dangerous, and that she was being crazy, but she needed to feel the wind under her wings. At least she wasn’t trying to fly, she figured, as she flung her arms wide once again and closed her eyes, laughing as the confetti whistled across her face and arms. In her head she hoped they were almost there, but he heart told her that she wanted that flight to last forever. It was enough to let her forget about the new dragon, but she was convinced she would find out who/what it was soon enough.

Typhon twisted in the winds, allowing it to take full hold on his body and try to toss him around. He rode on the violent winds with ease, rather, he was enjoying it perhaps a little too much. He could feel the electrical energy fill him and the static sensation it brought with it, he twisted and dived downwards before using the wind once again to power his flight. The gales and gusts were not much of a worry for him, all it did was jar him slightly to one side or another, unlike most other dragons or flying things that shouldn't be in the air at a time like this. Storm Dragons were just at home in the horrid weather as they were a sunshiney day. More so with Typhon, this was what he lived for, the storm.

He flew faster and faster into the wind, cruising with the currents and rolling with them to whatever side it would take him. The little pieces of paper went almost unnoticed in the bliss, until it limited his sight, and then more, once the many colored paper pieces began to make him dizzy. What...what is this?? Why the colors? Am I mad?! Typhon thought to himself, before reaching out and grasping some of the paper slips. It's....Confetti? He was dumbfounded for more than just a few moments as he wrapped his mind around it, which gave him a short reprieve for the dizziness to come.

Typhon had been flying for almost three hours, and he was pretty sure that he had gotten lost... he was getting dizzier and dizzier by the moment and felt like he was on the verge of saying hello to his breakfast again, the first time was much more pleasant...for him. He scanned the ground setting his sights on a small estate below him.
A piece of Civilization! perhaps they could explain what's going on. Typhon thought as he descended, cringing as the confetti surrounded him in a thick wave...it was getting worse from what he could tell, there was still quite the distance down, and Typhon could feel that getting lost again was a high probability. He could feel his stomach roil for a moment before recovering. Or at least physically recovering, his mental state was in rapid decline.

A few seconds passed, Typhon's horns glowed with blue energy before electricity started to arc off of his body striking into the confetti cloud around him, the torrent of fire and toasted paper that followed made him smirk with a sense of superiority. Ha! Multicolored crap crisp and crackle with the lightning! Typhon's feeling of glee rose in his chest as he felt the urge to release more destructive power into the clouds of confetti, the only thing that stopped him was the sight of other dragons further below, seeming to be going to the same estate. You, dragons...what is the cause of this confetti...I seem to keep getting lost.. Typhon didn't want to say that it was because he was dizzy and alittle motion sick from all the colorful objects around him. He released another arc of electricity to fry the cloud that was currently around him. His black form would appear to be a shadow to them until he was close, and they could tell that he was truly entirely black, save for his white underbelly and light blue glowing horns.

Typhon didn't particularly feel like being friendly...after all he was sickly at the moment, but he had to get to ground, and they seemed fine in the mess of a good storm...aside from getting knocked around some. He noted that he seemed to be the largest of them. He came to rest on the estate, beating his wings slowly to keep from hitting the ground too hard, and to keep in control through the wind.


{ooc: I hope you guys don't mind my joining in here? /ooc}

Temero, gliding along on a slipstream above the earth, reveled in the sunlight on his fur and the wind in his face. He did so enjoy flying, in fact it was one of the few things he really did enjoy. His spiked tail swished from side to side slowly, keeping him in the current of air, and therefor aloft seeing as he was not flapping his wings. The yellow and black Wolf dragon lazily scanned the ground, frowning slightly when his gaze fell upon something strange.

It appeared to be a town, but it was very oddly colored. Of course, he was rather high up, so it was difficult for him to tell, but it appeared to be dotted with tiny strips of color. Just as he was considering dropping down slightly for a better view, the wind went out from under his wings and he was suddenly falling.

Flapping his wings furiously, Temero struggled to stay aloft and failed miserably, succeeding only in missing the rooftop of a building as he plummeted to the earth. Luckily, he landed in a pile of what appeared to be paper. Even so, it was still far rougher than he was used to, and he lay there for a moment as tiny tatters of brightly colored material drifted down on top of him, disturbed by his fall. Finally he snorted and stood carefully, already feeling the effects of his drop, and looked around, unsure of what was going on.

With a gasp of pain, Starling span out of control, her injured wing caught by a stray eddy of wind. She was wrenched from Ladon’s back and found herself being pulled into the merciless wind patterns above her, in the ever-swirling confetti.

“Help!” she screamed, kicking her legs in an attempt to get closer to the ground. Her wings had been ripped open by the deadly-strong wind, however, and had no control over which direction she was going in. However, through the swirling confetti it seemed that she was going upwards – exactly where she didn’t need to be.

“Anyone?” she howled, trying to be heard over the storm. She was terrified, and had no idea how to get back to the ground. She needed one of the strong dragons to catch her, or she could end up anywhere the winds chose to take her.

(just to kick this thing back into action. Starling felt like being a damsel in distress xD)

Ladon struggled to close his wings for a while, but as soon as he succeeded, he landed effortlessly next to his rider. Flying in this weather is suicide he snorted before nudging his rider's arm to see if he'd wake up.

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The Shadowhunter snapped his eyes open, ready to attack, but once he saw that it was his dragon, he relaxed immediately. He could already feel his powers returning back to him.

He looked around puzzled, "Where are we?"

(Short post is short, but it's better than nothing xD)