(North of Azure caves, east of Racksom) Peace in the Everplains6th Board

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You are reminded of our rules on Dragons Cove before you start roleplaying, remember 4 lines and up, how to fight in a roleplay if needs be and all the basic literacy stuff. (no pp, gm etc)
This board has a posting order, so please stick to it; if a person is away for a significant amount of time then skipping is allowed.
Above all, enjoy it, and don't be afraid to create some twists =) The plot belongs to /everybody/

Location on Map: North of Azure caves, east of Racksom in the rolling valleys of the Everplains.

Description: While some choose to fight within Racksom, others have decided to keep their hands clean, or at least not risk their lives, a sort of false peace and quiet can be found in the beautiful Everplains. By some bizarre coincidence, adventurers find themselves collecting on the warm and clear, breezeless summer night here....What will come of this chance meeting is unclear.

In Roleplay start: 11pm, same time as "And then there was war"

Posting Order:

-----------Aaron (Nyx)
-----------Sil-Vitas (Aero)
-----------Terraea (Artemis)
-----------Zack (Rogue)
----------- (Rudindri Dynus) (Polar Immersion)

When the great dragon that had transported a band of adventurers to Racksom, flying from the Great Desert Rift, what they had seen from their air was the smoking ruins of Quinsilla, destroyed by the armies of Zartear. With obvious case, the transporter dragon could land nowhere near the ruined town, for fear for his and his passengers lives. So instead, they had put down here, just outside Racksom, in the Everplains.

From there, the group had split, some heading for Racksom and the mounting defending party there, others staying in the safer Everplains where peace seemed to reign, and war seemed like a dream. Here, the tiny paper dragon Zack had stayed- been left- away from danger where he could be crushed or crumpled or burnt to a crisp…The list was endless. Of course, he hadn’t wanted to stay in the Everplains, but Pyre had insisted…At least Sill-Vitas had stayed with him to keep company.

A couple of weeks had passed since they had arrived near Racksom, and Zack was bored of waiting, but there was no way of returning to where he lived without Pyre. For one, he didn’t know the way back home; home would be of little interest without the bigger dragon around anyway, he always seemed to spice things up. But now, things seemed to be becoming more interesting- And that was probably something for the worse. Zartears armies had marched on Racksom, continuing their destructive journey through the forests that separated the two settlements. From where Sill and Zack had made their home for the past few weeks, or thereabouts, they could see the whole of the proceedings clearly that occurred lower down the valley and into Racksom. Zack just hoped that Racksom would not be lost, and especially that his friends who were in the city were not killed.

Aaron had been watching the new comers for a few weeks now. His tail seemed to twitch like the arm on a metronome. His twany fur blending in with the tall grasses as he watches from his vantage point. They didn't seem to have an ill intent at lest so far as he could tell. He kneeds his claws into the dirt leaving shallow lines in the dirt. To go or not to go, he thinks to himself as he slowly rises. Moving on quiet feet he moves around the two to see if he could hear them at all. He knew to keep above wind of those that he stalks so they could not get a trace of his scent.

Though he hadn't spend much time in the Everplains, Sill-Vitas had to admit that he rather liked the scenery. It wasn't as bitterly cold at night as the desert was, but it had the same open quality to it that he preferred. Shaderunners were the fastest of dragons, but they weren't the most agile, and so preferred to run where they didn't have to maneuver all that much. For the past few weeks, he had been more or less in charge of looking after the tiny paper dragon known as Zack. Not that he minded, he found the company of the little creature rather enjoyable actually, and the downtime wasn't bad either. Getting up to mischief was a hobby, not a full-time job, after all.

He had been to the edge of the Everplains a few times with Zack to see what was going on down in Racksom. From that distance, it was hard to tell all of the goings on, but they could see definite changes in the biped city. First had been the mass exodus from the city. There had been a stream of bipeds leaving through all of the gates and spreading out into the surrounding farmland outside of Racksom's walls. Little by little though, more and more of the ant-like blobs had begun to file back into the city, and the Western gate saw change. From their vantage point, they could only see dark grooves in the earth appear in front of the gates, and after a while of wondering what they were, Sill had finally figured out that the bipeds were building trenches.

And now the city looked like an overturned anthill. There were bipeds and dragons flitting all around the city, the night full of moving bodies. With a small sigh, Sill lowered his head onto his crossed forepaws, his body stretched out languidly. Once you had seen a biped kill another biped, you've seen it all, so he wasn't particularly interested in the struggling down below. Sill was no fighter, and he knew this, and wasn't about to change that fact. The peace in the Everplains was much more to his liking, but even here it seemed that he couldn't completely avoid trouble.

For the past few days he had felt a little paranoid, like something or someone was watching them from a distance. He had looked, staying awake at all hours of the night trying to find this stalker, but whatever it was was keeping its space. One of his large ears flicked back, catching an unusual sound off to the side and slightly behind. Flicking both ears up, Sill listened, keeping his eyes closed and letting his other senses search the night for whatever it was that had been stalking them. It was a soft sound, much softer than what any biped ear would be able to pick up, but with his keen senses, Sill could feel the stranger's footsteps as they came forward for a closer look at the odd duo.

"Heads up." He said gently to the small paper dragon. Yawning widely, Sill arched his back and stretched his paws, huge front claws gouging the soft earth as he stretched. Shaking himself of grass, Sill stood and turned eyes and ears on the direction of the soft noises he had heard, attention riveted on the spot. "We've got company Zack."

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Terraea stretched, wincing as her tired muscles protested. With Yarri incapacitated by her broken leg, and Rokam rushed ahead to help with the battle, she had been travelling alone, intending to see if there was anything she could do to help without having to actually fight- it wasn't her forte. Now she could see figures ahead. She kneaded her leg for a couple of minutes to try and dispel some of the cramp, then walked cautiously forwards. Dragons. A tiny one who looked like paper, hovering near a larger-roughly horse sized- black and white furry one, and another a bit bigger with a lot of shaggy brown hair. Neither of the larger dragons had wings. Terraea walked slowly up to them with her hands up, and, feeling uneasy due to the size of the larger dragons, looked at the smaller one.

It seemed to be with the black and white dragon, as those two didn't seem to have noticed the brown one, lurking behind a rock. She cast it a nervous glance but went on to speak to the dragons. Terraea felt defenceless next to them- she only had a small knife with her, whereas the black and white dragon had long sharp claws, the brown one looked like a lion, and the little one... Well, it probably had some power, like Rokam. And those tiny claws of its did look fairly sharp anyway. Terraea looked up at it, hovering about two feet higher than her head, and spoke to it.
'Um, hello. I'm not going to hurt any of you... I only came to see if I could help without fighting, maybe some healing work... Do any of you know of a place I would be useful?' She looked down at the city for the first time. It was a complete mess. She shuffled her feet. She could see huge shapes swooping and wheeling through the skies, occasionally flying at each other and remaining locked together for a few seconds before seperating. Her stomach turned uneasily. Dragon combat. And the city below was a churning sea of movement.
'On second thoughts... Perhaps I would do better to wish them well. While I have no issue with seeing injuries of any degree, I find actual combat hard to stomach. Why would anybody want to harm another? What does that accomplish?' SHe twisted her fingers together, looking at the dragons and realising she had been speaking familiarly to three probably powerful animals she had never met.
'Oh, sorry,' she said, her pale skin colouring slightly.

Zack looked up from where he was dosing gently on the ground, curled around on himself in a warm little ball.
“Company?” Zack fluttered into the air, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep. “I can’t see anyone.” He said, looking around. It was rather dark, and hard to see. The paper dragon squinted into the night, trying to see who Sill had discovered, but then he heard footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw a short, elfish woman, hardly visible against the dark night. He flew a little closer, darting forwards and around like a hummingbird. The woman seemed to be a little unsure of herself, her feet shuffling like they were cold.
“We’re not fighting up here.” He said, his voice sharp and vibrant. “And me’n Sill don’t need healing, we’re fit as fiddles.” He gave a smile, showing his teeth.

Her eyes drifted past Zack, and he turned again, flitting around over her head to look at the city. Flashes of light and shouts came from Racksom, faint over the distance to the Everplains. The short woman below him was still muttering about something, but Zack’s attention had been fully diverted, and he took little notice- A bad habit of his. He fluttered back to Sill’s side absently, still watching the activity around the city.
“Look, stuff is starting to happen.”

Sill would never fully understand bipeds, he thought with a snort. Here this curious two-legged female was spilling her life secrets to them, and they hadn't even formally introduced themselves. Whatever the other creatures was that was lurking in the bushes, he could no longer track it with this biped making all of it's noise, so he gave up again. If whatever was stalking them wanted to reveal itself, then it would sooner or later. Not like they were talking about anything important that he cared about being overheard. Or at least, he wasn't. Eyes drawn by Zack's words to the battlefield, Sill agreed with a nod of his head, flicking his ears back as a roar that sounded more like thunder rolled across the plains. Then again, perhaps it was, for a storm appeared to have been conjured outside of the walls by some mystical force. "If you're looking to heal, you'll want to start down there biped." Sill-Vitas said, turning his white-blue eyes on the small humanoid. What was it, exactly? An elf? Bah! All bipeds started looking the same to him.

"And shouldn't you know why they're fighting?" He asked a little skeptically, settling back down the in the grass now that he had deemed this new female a non-threat. There was still whatever creature was lurking in the bushes, but it seemed like it was content to lurk, so he wasn't going to bother it. "I thought all of you bipeds liked this fighting business. It just looks like your kind got bored of attacking dragons, and has decided to attack each other now." Which, as far as Sill was concerned, was the most likely truth. Dragon Slayers had been in Dragon's Cove for as long as settlers had come to the island, and every chick and pup was taught from a young age to avoid bipeds with weapons if they looked angry. Some dragons actually got along with the bipeds, but Sill found the notion of a dragon and rider pair rather disgusting, and snorted at the very thought of such a union. Another rolling roar reached his ears, and he looked at the swarming anthill city to see a majestic silvery-blue dragon had come out of the blue and was now fighting with a darker dragon of much the same size. Now dragons were fighting dragons? It really was the end of the world. "But, if you're looking to avoid a fight, then this is the best place to be. I'm certainly not going down there, not with dragons against dragons and bipeds against bipeds. It looks too confusing."

Terraea looked a little taken aback by the small dragon's ease with her, and by his short attention span. Stuff is indeed starting to happen, she thought. Then the larger one spoke, and she shook her head, looking queasy.
'I don't do well with fighting. I mean, I think I agree with you; I see no point in fighting others of your own kind. But not dragons, either. Violence... It just sickens me.' Terraea felt a little embarrassed as she realised she had been talking a little much again, but then again, she had said nothing new in particular. The clack and white dragon seemed a little sour towards her, but the small one wasn't at all hostile. She was unsure of what to do, and had to restrain an urge to hold out her hand as she said,
'I'm Terraea, it's... nice to meet you.' The brown dragon had still made no reaction to her precense; it made her uneasy as she galnced at the rock where he lay.

Aaron watched the now trio. His voice deep, "Such is the way of humans always willing the kill each other off and maybe clean up after themselves when they are done. His eyes shine gold like a lions as he steps out of the shadows. His fur was twany gold like a lions, black claws peek out of his paw. He moves up slowly on the group his eyes on them. Aarons eyes go skyward as he heards the guardian's roar. "Must be a big battle if our larger kin are willing to fight each other." He looks at the two other dragons. "I don't think our ancestors wanted or ever intended us to ever play in the wars of the humans." He looks at Terraea and curls a lip downing a large canine.

He looks at the skies over the city. Now the Battle Blood joins the fight. He shakes his head as he looks at the city. He had never had bad dealings with anyone from there.

(I know im out of order but I was skipped in the last post round)

“I’m not allowed to go down there.” Said Zack, a little sulkily. Pyre had banned him from entering the city weeks ago when they had reached Racksom, telling him to stay in the Everplains, where it was safe. “Although, now I’m kinda glad- Those dragons must be really big, to be able to see them from here. Even bigger than you Sill!”

Zack turned to the short two-leg as she introduced herself, giving a smile. All the talk of why fight, or why not fight, and who was fighting who really didn’t interest the little paper dragon, but meeting new people, now there was something worthwhile.
“I’m Zack!” He said, fluttering down to eye level. “I’m a paper dragon, and normally I live near the desert, but me and Sill came on a big dragon here to see what was going on, but now I’m not allowed in the city because the humans are fighting.” He stopped, lifting a paw to his lips. “Oh, sorry, are you a human?” Generally, it seemed as though it was a bad thing to talk so nonchalantly about war to the species that the war was happening to.

Zack heard another voice behind him, and turned in the air to see that another dragon had stepped forwards, his ochre fur shining in the gentle moonlight. He zipped over to see the new arrival. “Hello!”

"It is a good idea not to go down there." He watched the banner catch fire, if the little paper went down there he wouldn't last a second. He looks at the paper. "They are many of our larger kin down there, fighting for the humans." The last word said with much distaste. His black claws dig into the grass of the planes like a giant cat kneeding. With a giant yawn he looks at the two other dragons and the human. He was interesed to see what they would do when the city fell. He had head of wars before and though this was his first he could tell that those who defended their island were losing.

The biped girl was only slightly interesting, but mostly irritating. What was it with all of these two-leggeds that made them talk so? First one way and then another… could they not stick to one decision? Sill's eyes flicked to the scrub where the lurker finally made his appearance. It appeared that it wasn't in for a fight seeing as how it calmly strode into their group and just as calmly started talking to them. Plus Zack seemed happy, and if the little paper dragon was happy, then he was content, though his hackles raised slightly when the dragon bared it's teeth. He was more or less Zack's self-appointed protector, so any show of hostility in the little dragon's presence was unwelcome.

"And what are you doing here, both of you?" Sill asked, flicking his ears first toward the biped then toward the dragon that had captured Zack's interest. "I would have thought that all of the bipeds in the area would have fled or joined the battle by now, and we are not exactly in the desert, Chaser." Here he looked at Aaron pointedly, watching him carefully. Nobody simply sat and stalked for days and didn't have an agenda of some sort.

((Sorry for skipping you Nyx ^^; I was a little confused about positing order, apparently))

Terraea watched slightly apprehensively as all the dragons vented their feeligns about the humans and dragon brawling below them, and then spoke once they all seemed to be finished.
'No, I'm not a human. I'm not involved in the war.' She smiled slightly at Zack, then flicked a quick glance towards the dragon who was now kneading his claws into the earth. She didn't like being slotted in with the race causing carnage below.
'And I agree, it's not going to help anyone if we go down there. All that we'll accomplish is getting ourselves killed.' She said this more matter-of-factly, calming slightly. The black and white dragon didn't look like he was going to put up with much from the brown one, who was the only one who seemed potentially violent. And then this little papery dragon was actually friendly towards her. But the black and white's question made her frown.
'Well, I was going to try and generally help, I suppose. My friend sort of rides a dragon who is fighting, and I planned to assist with healing a little way away from Racksom itself. But-' here she looked to the battle- 'it doesn't look like that'll be possible. I suppose I'll just wait for the fighting to cease.' The scene had calmed slightly now, but people were still pouring through the streets and milling at the gates. She turned away, her face slightly sad, and wondered if there was anywhere she could sit. Her journey hadn't exactly been restful.

“Yes, that’s what Pyre said before he went down to the city.” Zack said to Aaron. The dragon seemed pretty relaxed about the whole war down at the city thing. Although, truth be told, it didn’t affect them… Yet. If the battle went badly, maybe they would be affected, but that was long in the future for Zack, and he tended to stick in the present. Sill didn’t seem so happy about the new dragon’s sudden presence, so he fluttered away from where he was to settle near Terraea.
“You come from the desert too?” blurted out Zack before he could stop himself. “We didn’t see you when we crossed it.” The small paper dragon had no idea of the scale of the desert- he thought the part they had crossed was a long way, but it could have been much larger. Everything seemed big when you were small.

Suddenly, he lifted off from where he was sitting again, flying up to Terraea. “You look like a human to me.” he said, darting around her to try and see if there were any differences. “But I’m not very good at telling the differences, you mostly all look the same to me.” He gave a smile, trying to counter the insult that the biped might have seen in his words. “If you’re going to stay around here though, I’m hungry.” He eyed up the human for a moment before speaking again. “Will you come and stir up the insects so I can hunt? I’m too small to stir up the biggest ones on my own, and you are.”
Zack didn’t eat the normal things dragons ate, but then again, he wasn’t really a normal dragon. The thing he liked to eat most were the little insects that buzzed around flowers during the day, the big trembling butterflies and the darting dragonflies that danced on the light plainsland breezes. They only came out in the night if they were disturbed from their rest though, and as Zack had said, he was too small for that. He figured Sill probably wouldn’t want to leave their camp unguarded when there were others around. Who knew if there were more watching their conversation in the shadows? Zack peered into the darkness for a moment, convinced there was someone watching their every move, but then turned back to the conversation. If they weren’t making a move, then he wouldn’t either.

Of course, there was noone lurking in the shadows, but it was just Zack’s overactive imagination.

"I live here on the plains." Aaron looks at the swaying grasses before his golden eyes land on Sill. He watches Zack flit around. "I can help you little cousin." Sliding his tail fro side to side int he grass Aaron disturbs what flying bugs where nearby. The bugs scatter into the hair and flit around themselves. Aaron kept his tail moving to keep the bugs aloft for as long as Zack needed to eat. He considered what the little paper dragon had said about the biped. She did look like a human but then again even things that look like human might not be.

"If you are not human then was are you?" He starts thinking of all the bipedal creatures he have come across. Sadly that wasn't very much since not many crossed the plain on their own. So many travel by caravan from town to town.

Sill couldn't help but to be amused by Zack's assumption that just because they had crossed a corner of the massive desert that they would have seen all of it's residents. Most of the time, if it didn't want to be seen, it wasn't. That was simply the law of the desert, and any area, really, though it was a harder task to pull off in the endless seas of sand. Unlike the others, he didn't much care what Terraea was. She was biped, which meant that she was probably trouble or else should have been a source for gossip. Those were the only services that such creatures usually provided for him, and that was all that he cared for them to provide. The thought of having a rider still made him wince inwardly, and hearing of another dragon that had submitted itself to the will of a human was just as disgusting. "I'm afraid that if you're going to wait for them to quit battling, then you will be waiting a long while." There was little sign that either side was going to be giving up any time soon, and he doubted that they would change their minds as the night dragged on.

The chaser's confession that he lived on the plains did little to ease Sill's suspicion of the dragon, but in the end he had little choice but to concede, especially when he went to help Zack search for bugs. "And either help or quit looming and sit." He added once Aaron had asked his piece of the biped, gesturing with his paw to Zack and then a patch of grass in front of him in their respective turn. "Why do you not go find your friend now? If you are a healer, then this friend will probably need you."

Terraea smiled, head swivelling to follow Zack as he fluttered around her.
'Well, I'm certainly similar to humans. But not the same. I'm a Nightling,' she explained, glancing at Sill-Vitas. 'There's only one small village of us here, most of our kind lives in another place. She had moved to get the insects moving but stepped back, alarmed, as Aaron's tail swept across the ground.
'I think you could be right there,' she said to Sill as she settled again. 'And my friend is also a healer, though perhaps less interested in her work than I. I've done what I can, but my people have no magic. We just have knowledge.' She picked a blade of grass, twirled it, then put it to her mouths and produced a clear whistle. She then plucked a few more strands and began to plait and weave them together.
'So I think I will be put to the best use if I heal those who are hurt after the battle is done.' She peered down at the North Gate, where she could see bright magic swirling around the vast blue dragon. Wherever it spread, long red gashes healed. Terraea blinked.
'I think somebody is already on the job, in any case,' she said, gesturing and picking more grass. She was slightly nervous, and she always found that having something to do with her hands made her less so. Her nervousness was only increased by Zack's looks into the shadowy areas.

“I didn’t know we were related.” Said Zack as he zoomed after the insects that Aaron stirred up, snapping at the long-legged bugs that buzzed into the air and the leaping grasshoppers he stirred up. His teeth snapped around a cricket, crunching audibly on its hard chitin casing. “Mmm, yummy.” He headed further away as the insects headed off into the night, chasing them through the long grasses. There was nothing interesting happening back with the others, although he was quite tempted to go back and see what the whistling sound Terraea had made was from. It certainly wasn’t a biped thing, so it must have been something she had, or had made…

He snapped at a particularily juicy specimen that fluttered in front of his nose, temptingly close, it’s iridescent wings looking delicious… He missed, snapping at thin air. It fluttered away from him a bit further and he chased after it.
“I’m going to eat you…” he snapped again, his teeth closing around a leaf of a bushy plant that seemed to grow in the middle of nowhere. He spat it out, recoiling at the bitter taste and chased the insect into the foliage further, his tail whacking more leaves aside until his jaws finally closed around the bug. He munched in delight for a moment, closing his eyes at the heavenly delight- it really was the food of the gods.

There was a rustling around him of the plant, but he ignored it- It was just the night wind. Although, since when was the wind so strong? He opened his eyes, looking around in interest at the plant- He was tucked inside some of its inner branches, still fluttering on his own wings. So it was more than a shock when a branch pinged out of nowhere and smashed into his middle, flattening him against the main bark of the bush. It shook angrily, one dark leaf looking especially venomous- The one he had bitten, it oozed dark black liquid, and it suddenly slapped him across the face, streaking his pale paper with a burgundy liquid.
“Guys?! Guys, help???” he could still feel the bush pressing against his middle, pinning his wings behind him so he couldn’t move. The bush rustled more ferociously, looking much bigger than he had thought it to be before…

Hearing Zack's cries for help Aaron leaps up and races to the bush. "What have you gotten yourself into Zack?" Lifting a clawed paw Aaron beginning to claw at the foliage to get to the center where he could almost make Zack out. The bush started to go after Aaron as well as he goes for Zack. But with his fur protecting him most of the sting from the branches did not phase him. Yet the maroon leaf was worrying him as well as he watched it trying to get closer to Zack. "Can you get free at all?"

Putting weight onto his hind legs Aaron begin to claw and shred at the plant with a fury only the Leosaurs where capable of. If he could get at the base of the plant maybe he could pull it up. He just hoped that would stop the plant from hurting Zack more then it was now. He didn't seemed to worried if the other would help he had a gut feeling at lest one or both would.

Sill's ears popped up at the shrill whistle the biped female made with her grass, watching her fingers carefully as she weaved the grass bits, flicking his eyes only once to the city when she mentioned that someone appeared to have taken her job already. He relaxed afterwards, his blue eyes following Zack's movements through the forest as he looked for things to eat, used to his more silly moments as he was. He of course knew that there wasn't anything lurking in the dark, his keen night time senses keying him into that fact easily. However, the more or less peaceful was upset by Zack's small call for help. The sudden movement he sensed in the forest had Sill up on his feet and darting into the darkness of the forest to the tiny dragon's aid. When he got there, he found the new addition to their group tearing away at the roots of a bush.

At first he was confused by the sight, then he realized that the bush was alive and it was angry! He went to help out the leosaur dragon in digging Zack out of the bush, but as soon as he got close enough to claw at the plant, it seemed to grow and expand, it's roots coming out of the ground and wrapping around his legs. "What is this?!" He yelled, trying to back away from the thorny bush, but it only clung tighter to his legs, more vines wrapping around his shoulders and chest in an attempt to drag him down. He clawed at what he could get at, but the wriggling mass of plant life just didn't seem to want to give up.

Terraea leapt up at Zack's shout, running into the plants and taking in the bush. Her eyes widened in horror as she recognised it, then a sandy blur whizzed across her vision.
'No, stay awa-' she cried, but it was too late. Both dragons had begun attacking the bush, and it had captured the smaller Sill in its thick branches. She bit her lip, appaulled at the presence of the bush.
'They're touch sensitive, carnivorous. If they feel you, they attack. Try to get away, if it stops feeling you it'll stop attacking.' She looked desperately around, then shook herself and pulled a small knife from her belt. Sidling carefully near the bush but not letting it touch her, she found the branches holding the dragons and hacked at one. The bush instantly lashed out in her direction; she ducked and managed to yank the knife out successfully. But next time she tried to get in, she brushed a flat leaf and a heavy branch swung in her direction. It connected with her hand and she screamed, leaping away. Her hand was sticking at an unnatural angle from her wrist, and tears began to cascade down her cheeks.
'You need to cut off the branches holding you so it can't feel you anymore,' she choked. 'I'm sorry, I can't help at all with a broken wrist.'

“I don’t know!” squeaked Zack, still trying to wriggle free. “Ouch, it’s burning!” he shook his head, trying to get rid of the stinging of his cheek. With the plant being attacked by the leosaur, it seemed all the more angry now, lashing out this way and that with its branches, slapping and twisting like an angry animal. He felt the branch suddenly lessen on him as it moved to wrap around Sill (who had also started to attack the plant to try and get the paper dragon free), and he bobbed upwards, pawing at his cheek. It came away burgundy, smouldering slightly from whatever acid was inside. He scrubbed it against the closest branch, not caring for his paper to try and get it off.

He squealed more complaints as he tried to escape from the bush again, darting between the flailing branches and almost making it out before his tail was snagged and he was dragged to a halt, his wings beating uselessly at the air. Another branch almost nonchalantly snaked its way around his body, catching him up again. At least he was further from the middle now.
“Sorry.” he said to Sill, who was similarly bound nearby. Keeping still, he tried Terraea’s advice, lying still in the plant’s grasp for a moment. It couldn’t do any harm, could it? There wasn’t any way he could help the others either, being so small, and Terraea was actually hurt too…

Spotting the branch that has Zack Aaron bites at it in hopes of getting the bush to pay him attention and not the others. "Try and get free," Aaron roars at them as he feels a few branches wrap around him. He tries to use his hind legs to dig at the plants roots even when it grows in size. He hopes the more he struggles the more the plant will go for him and not the others. Aaron ground his teeth with Terraea's announcement of a broken wrist.

Aaron didn't know what he would do once the others were free. But he just hoped they would hurry up cause the veins were beginning to squeeze tighter. He tries his best not to breath deeply otherwise he feared the veins will tighten more.

The sharp crack of breaking bones caught Sill's attention, his fine hearing picking up the noise and his gaze whipped around to see the cause of it, the movement causing more of the vines to snake forward and wrap around his neck. He struggled a bit more, cutting at the vines as best he could given the awkward angle at which he was being held captive, his eyes darting to meet the little eyes of Zack as the smaller dragon went still. The growls of Aaron as the other dragon tried to free the rest of them caught his attention, and he relaxed reluctantly. The vines didn't add on any more, but every time he drew a breath they constricted around his chest until it became hard to breathe. Wincing with the pain of thorns piercing though his layer of fur and down to his skin, Sill finally decided that he'd had enough.

In a sudden flurry of movement he cut the vines holding his paws and ripped at the ones that had snagged the fur of his chest and were intent on squeezing him to death, his large claws aiding him greatly in the struggle for release. As soon as he got his paws on the ground, he gathered himself and sprung away from the bush, his jaws clamping down on the vine that held Zack and severing it from the main bush as he sprang away. Heaving slightly, he spit out the bit of bush in his mouth, the taste terrible and accompanied by a slight numbing effect that made his tongue feel fuzzy. Looking back at the bush, he could see that he had left a fair amount of fur behind in the snaking vines.

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Terraea huffed in slight relief as the two smaller dragons got free- while Aaron was definitely still in danger, his bones were obviously going to be less susceptible to breakages than theirs.
'I don't know... Just keep trying to get out. I... I don't know what to do, really. Where we come from, they're common, but we carry tools to deal with them.' Her eyes roamed again, desperately searching for something to help.

Jitt had been making his way downhill for a while. He had no particular goal; he just enjoyed the feeling of air under his wings, and as he couldn't fly that only left him with going down. He glid over another sharp decline, savouring the light feeling for a last twenty seconds as he slowly drifted back towards the ground. A loud noise caught his attention, and his head swivelled to the source; was it a human voice? It was followed by a scream, and he blinked in alarm. It seemed to be coming from a little way away; luckily downhill, so he swiftly leapt into the air and angled his wings for a fast and direct flight to the place.

As he came in to land, trees began to block the clear ground. He huffed out a small jet of fire and turned to the nearest clearing. As soon as he touched down, he bounded through the trees, bulk impeding him as he tried to squeeze through them. While it wasn't a big space, he wasn't built to get through it. All the same, it didn't take him too long to get to a point where he could see the group. As he battled between the last two trees, he concluded the issue was the bush, and so it was that which he lunged at. One clean snick from his scythe-claws made the bush teeter on its stump before slowly toppling to the side, branches loosening and shrinking back to their normal size now that the vicious plant was dead.
'Um. Are you guys all ok?' he asked tentatively.

Terraea just stared at him, astonishment plain on her face.

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