Fantasy On Dragon Back: A Dragon Rider Role-play [Closed]

[Arasaloe]

• Roleplay Summary

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  The world is a millennia old. Almost as long as it has been alive, so have dragons. When humans first began amassing into towns and cities, the two races clashed. After hundreds of years of war, bonds were forged, agreements made, symbiotic reasons to each side. And the two cultures merged together, as countries developed, so did the Aerial Forces involving both Riders and Dragons. While the two species in general have stopped warring against each other, countries centuries old continue to change, and occasionally clash with their neighbors. The act of war never changes, just the players on the field.
  
  
  Fort Kivon is the largest Fort in Oden, with a very diverse group of Riders and Dragons.
  
  
  At the moment, all is as usual. Squads perform drill formations, others are out performing public services solo or in groups.
  
  
  It is summer, turning into fall. The leaves on deciduous trees are beginning to change, the air growing colder in the evenings.
  
  
  

 

[Arasaloe]

Kor stretched himself low on the grassy ground before rolling over onto his back. He looked up at the clear blue sky, opening his mouth to let out a slow yawn. His eyes shifted over to the tree with the hunting blind where his rider had been cooped up all morning, and he breathed a huff of air, a wisp of smoke curling out of his nostrils. His tail lashed the long blades of grass, before hitting the trunk of said tree with a solid ‘thud’.


“Alright, alright.” Braith said, poking her head out of the window to look down at him. “I get the hint, ya big lug.” She watched his face tense and pull into a draconian smile. “It’s been long enough.” And they’d hunted out most of the forest. They should go further north, but that was dangerously close to Serbian territory.


She grabbed her bow and strung it around her shoulder, holding the quiver of arrows as she leapt down from the elevated blind. She paused to stretch, before walking over to him. Kor rolled over, laying low on the ground for her to mount.


“No hunt for me means no venison for you, you know.”


“I shall live. If we are late for drills, you may not.” He teased, his words a grumble with a bit of hiss accenting it. He did rather enjoy the spoils of her sport, but he was looking out for her, while she rather enjoyed delaying the inevitable.


Braith climbed up and settled into the little space between his neck and wing bones. The skin there was not quite as hard as the rest of him, more like leather from having been saddled so frequently for long periods of time. In their free time, Braith hated to put him in that saddle, although in their arguments, he was more concerned for her safety than his comfort. She shifted, patting his neck twice in their signal that she was secure.


He took a breath, exhaling as he took a leap into the air. His wings unfurled from where they’d been tight against his sides, and he flapped them to lift them more. Further and further from the ground they went, flying up from the forest and heading back to the fort in the distance.


In no time at all, Kor’s eagle vision caught sight of the dragons roaming the sky above Fort Kivon. He slowed slightly, turning his head to look at Braith out of the corner of his eye. She wasn’t usually so quiet. He sighed some. He’d let her play Catch with him later, after their boring drills, to lift her spirits. Nothing like a good trust fall to make her feel alive.


As they flew into the fort, the closest dragon on the wall trumpeted at him in greeting. He let out an acknowledging low warble, his wings shifting position to slow his descent until he performed a couple of little hops before coming to a rest.


Braith disembarked, patting his side before looking around and finding her superior. Hobbs was standing about thirty yards away with his arms on his hips, watching her move towards him with a satisfied smirk. “Rider Braith.” He greeted, although it sounded almost like he was as thrilled with her as he was with the dirt on his boots.


“Captain Hobbs.” She returned the greeting with a small nod as she stopped a few feet in front of him. “If you notice, we’re on time.”


“Hm. Miracles do happen.” He admitted with a small shrug. “Too bad you aren’t a part of this squadron any more.”


She frowned slightly, studying his face. No wonder he looked so satisfied with himself. An icicle of panic drove itself into her heart. While she didn’t always get along with everyone, she did follow most rules. They wouldn’t be getting rid of her, right? She glanced over her at Kor, who was watching the interaction with intent eyes, body tense. He could tell. Of course he could.


She tried to relax her stance, looking back at Hobbs. “Where am I being reassigned?”


“There’s a new squadron being put together. Mostly outcasts, but a few good riders as well. I feel sorry for those poor smucks that have to deal with your lot… They’re meeting in the arena shortly. I’d hurry.” He said, leaning back against his heavyweight broadback, Ronan,’s thick arm. “Have fun.” He added as she turned away, striding back to Kor.


Kor looked back and forth between their captain and then his rider. When Braith reached him, she patted his leg once before continuing past him. “We need to go to the arena field. Been reassigned.” At least it wasn’t being discharged. She didn’t think she could live with that.


Kor bumped her back with his snout, before walking with her. As a rider, it didn't take long to learn how to walk quickly enough for a dragon to be able to keep pace without being constantly waiting.


She sighed a little, glancing over at him. "I'm sorry." She said quietly.


He snorted slightly. "I'm not." He breathed. "They were stuffy know-it-alls. I look forward to a new squad." He would miss the larger cavern though that they shared.


They made their way to the arena, looking around. "Well, this is new." She breathed, shoving her hands in her pockets. They were never the on-time ones. She moved over to a boulder, leaning against it and taking the bow off her back, leaning it next to her. Kor moved to take a seat, his head moving back and forth to look around. As impatient as she was, he could be so much worse.


And so they waited.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Connor made his way to the training area, which also was the meeting place for his squad. He had his hair pulled back into what one could call a pony tail, not that anyone would say that to his face. His back was straight, and hands were behind his back. He was the definition of a good soldier, posture was perfect, uniform clean to new. His uniform had been ironed, well to be accurate he had ironed it, and everything was crisp. Nothing was out of place, and at his pace nothing would be.


Buras followed behind, then ahead, then alongside, and behind again. He was running literal circles around the canine animan. As much as he could with his massive size. And all the while he was gibbering. Plain and simple, that is what he was doing. "Oh, I wonder what these people will be like. And what the other dragons while I'm at it. I hope they're nice and don't mind my scales being a bit cold. Of course we're going to sleep in a big pile, why would you ask? (Connor hadn't asked.) And I hope there will be one big enough for me to play with. I don't like playing with smaller ones, I have to be careful not to hurt them..." And he continued until they reached the meeting area.


When they did, Connor stopped, and spoke to his dragon. "Buras, silence." And surprisingly enough, the King of the Mountain did fall silent, if reluctantly. Making eye contact with the person he believed would be leading them, he bowed, bending at the waist until he was almost parallel to the ground, held it, then stood straight once more. He did not say anything else, but he did adjust his stance to that of "parade rest." Legs shoulder length apart, and hands still behind his back.

 

[Chase]

Ayela and Daenyx will be this font, and this will be Garren and Elaelyra

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Now, Daenyx, Ayela thinks, and the nearly iridescent dragon's wings fold in. The two fall, and as they do, Daenyx rolls so his belly is facing the sky. Careful, he warns, as his rider unstraps her calves from the saddle and climbs so that she is on his foot. Taking hold of a leather strap, she taps Daenyx's leg to signal him to return to standard flying position. Are you sure you wish to do this, Ayela? We can still stop now. He asks, slowly flying toward the Arena. They'd just been reassigned, and were due there now. Yes, Daenyx, now go down! Ayela was eager to attempt a new landing style that she and Daenyx had been thinking about, and why not now. There always had to be a first time. Granted if she failed, she would rather not do it in front of her new squadron. However, as they come closer to the arena, it becomes too late.


Daenyx flies into the arena, and lowers himself until he is 10 feet off the ground. At this point, Ayela lets go of the strap around his leg, and jumps to the ground. "Hi," she says to the two standing there. Soon enough, Daenyx lands behind her. "I've been assigned to the new squadron. Ayela Jothrani, reporting for duty. This is my dragon, Daenyx."





Garren walks in, looking slightly afraid. Oh, don't be such a puss, Elaelyra says, walking in front of him. "Assigned to this squadron, Elaelyra and Garren Tomania." The dragon speaks. Garren, however, can only look on in awe at the rider with the white dragon. That was the kind of flying his grandfather did, and that's what he was supposed to look like on a dragon. In cruel reality, though, he was a worse rider than many of the Grooms currently in the stables.


"Y-yes. Reporting for duty, sir. Er, uh. Ma'am?" Garren was rather unsure of himself, and didn't know who to address the statement to. Who's the captain? He asks Elaelyra, but all she does is sigh and look at him disdainfully. She does that a lot, look at people disdainfully, but especially her rider. He was clueless, and often acted like a hatchling, in her opinion. He shouldn't even be in the ranks.

 

[Mystik]

Viktoriya had found herself being torn from her luscious state of sleep by the wet (and rather warm) slobber of the dragon that towered high above her, its neck sliding through the window sill that rested just beside her bed. Hey, Vik. You're late. Hey. Hey. Heyyy! The dragon let out a playful and rather adorable growl out from its massive jaws. Viktoriya's eyes widened, her body throwing itself from the bed violently. "Damnit... First day as Captain, too.. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!" The woman sent herself flying from her closet to the kitchen, eating while she straps on the hide plating she wore beneath her cloak with one hand. She clumsily bumps into stacks of books and paper work all around her home, some papers varying from village requests, others orders for her business. To see this! The dragon chuckled with a loud roar after seeing his Rider stare daggers back at him. "Just get yourself ready, huh? Let's try not to burn any of the others alive today.. You have a tendency to do that.." The dragon immidieately slapped his mouth shut and slithered toward her front door. Minor degree burns are alright though.. Right? Viktoriya giggled as she sprinted out of her doorway, slipping effortlessly into the familiar grooves of the saddle that rested upon Dreav's spine. "Of course they are Dreav. Now hurry up, short stuff,". With this the dragon smirked and rose his wings, his ornate, beautiful and delicate white wings high into the air, before slamming them back down toward the earth, sending the two rocketing into the air.


As the pair cut through the clouds like a knife through butter Dreav tilted his head ever so slightly. What had you up so late this time? Viktoriya sighed and shook her head from side to side. "One of the Elders that raised me passed away, I was supposed to make the ceremonial blade he was to be buried with days ago.. As you may be able to tell, I'm just a bit stretched,". The dragon snapped its head down toward its target - the training field. You? Stressed? I would have never thunk it. "Haha, very funny," The woman replies in a monotone voice as they plummet down like a missile toward the field.


Just seconds before the two would seemingly make impact with the barren soil, Dreav brings them to a halt mere inches away. His wings flash out to the sides and push them back upward a tad, before his long, blackened claws sink into the muddy terrain. Dreav bares his massive fangs to the other dragons in a crooked smile as he growls at them, hoping to establish some dominance from day one. Unfortunately for him, his tough guy routine was soon broken when Viktoriya dismounted and flicked him in the nose. "Stop it, what'd I say about being nice today,". Dreav proceeded to snort loudly and sink back a few feet. Fine.. You're no fun. "You're correct, I'm not. Please try not to thoroughly embarass me,". She turned to the other Riders that now gathered on the field. Viktoriya paced toward them, her leather boots squishing into the ground with spurts of water around her.


"Attention everyone! I'll be your Captain, or at least that's what I've been assigned to. My name is Viktoriya Yunevich, This is Dreav, I do ask you to pardon his temper. He's young, much younger than the average dragon that Riders are paired with,". The woman pats Dreav's snout softly. "I suggest telling your dragons not to make fun of his stature. He certainly compensates for his at times idiotic bravery and determination,". Dreav speaks next, trying to make his voice as low as he may. That's correct.. In other words, I'll reduce every last one of you to as- that's when Viktoriya promptly brought a textbook crashing into his snout. "Now. I would like it if all of you would repeat your names and service time at fort Kivon, along with your dragon's name and age,".

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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Capture the Flag. To some, it was just a game for kids. For Riders, it was a game of intense bragging rights. After all, they weren't supposed to actually fight each other, so this was the next best thing. It was played just as you might expect, but there were elements of freeze tag incorporated. Whenever a solid hit was delivered, the defending Dragon had to land until they were 'unfrozen' by the touch of a dragon on their team. The Flag for each team was always carried by a Rider-less lightweight For some time now, there was a set team lineup used by pretty much every team that wanted to actually win. The team would consist of a few Broadback flag guards, a couple of Fliers for unfreezing duty, and the rest would be Furios. Their fire breath was considered a solid hit, so the range they had over most other dragon types made them highly sought after for this game.


The creator of this strategy, Fenrir, was a Furios Rider, and one with a rather big mouth. Just last night, he was spouting off how the lineup he developed couldn't be beat by anything but the same strategy. Most wouldn't have dared to challenge it, given Fenrir was thus far undefeated. He was an accomplished Rider in combat to boot.


Kuroneko just rolled his eyes. "Your strategy is good and all, but it's not invincible" He remarked, leaning on the wall of the tavern. Silence fell over everyone as all eyes turned to the Gatomen, his tail flicking behind him as his golden eyes stared down Fenrir.


Fenrir just laughed. "I suppose you think you can beat it?"


"I don't think, I know." Kuro yawned with a hint of boredom.


Fenrir's jovial mood quickly turned sour. This Gatomen was trashing his strategy? No, the Rider wasn't about to stand for that. "If you're so sure about that, let's have a match, first thing in the morning." Fenrir smirked maliciously.


Kuro smirked. "I was hoping you'd say that... Let's make it interesting.... I bet you I can win, without using any Furios dragons."


Fenrir burst into another fit of laughter. "You've made a fool's bet. When I win, you'll be a shaved cat! If you somehow manage to beat me..." He pulled a massive pouch of money and slammed it on the table. Kuro was somewhat notorious for taking on just about any bet if the payout was big enough, and he seldom lost.


"Deal"


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It had been easy for Kuro to find the Riders he needed for his strategy. They were quite often overlooked, and were itching to prove their worth in Capture the Flag. When the teams arrived to the pitch, Fenrir was shocked to see a team consisting of almost all Camos with just a few Broadbacks thrown in. The Rider almost laughed himself silly. "THAT is your team?!" He scoffed, obviously picturing how Kuro would look shaved... To him, this was going to be an easy win... Fenrir strode confidently over to the table in the middle of the arena, laying the massive pouch of gold on the table.


Kuro strode over from the opposite side, setting a shaving razor on his side of the table. "Last chance to back out" Kuro remarked, his tail flicking anxiously behind him as he watched the Rider across from him.


"Not a chance. I can't wait to see you bald" Fenrir smirked, turning to walk back to his team without another word.


Kuro chuckled, shaking his head. This was going to be fun. He turned to walk back towards Whiplash. For the moment, his hair was tied back in a half ponytail to keep it out of his face while he was airborne. He wore light armor he designed himself. It had a few... features... most weren't aware of yet.


"He doesn't realize what he's walked into, does he?" Whiplash chuckled as she crouched down for Kuro to get on. She didn't have a traditional saddle. No, it was a strange one. Really, it was a small cushion just above Whiplash's shoulders with two pieces that stuck out for his feet to rest on and a grip for him to hold onto. Near her haunches, there was another section with the two foot rests and the grip on the center of her spine. That was something he build to make the most out of Whiplash's unique flying style.


"Nope, but he'll find out soon. Okay everyone, just like I told you before. Let's make this quick! I just got a new squadron today and I'm supposed to be there in ten minutes!" he called to the other Riders he had selected for his team. All at once, they rose into the partly cloudy skies. They were the blue team, Fenrir's team was the red team.


A gong sounded from the ground, and the match began.


Fenrir just laughed as his Furios unit took up a vertical ring formation near the halfway point. "Let them come! We'll just burn them up and waltz over to their flag" Fenrir cackled relaxing in his saddle. He smirked when he saw a dragon flying towards them. He expected it to be Kuro, trying to blitz through on his own. Not even Whiplash could evade a full unit of Furios trained on him. He blinked when he realized it was one of the Broadbacks, flying alone, its massive shadow preceding it due to the morning sun shining behind it....


"Looks like they're gonna try and break the line, spread out and roast that one!" Fenrir called as the circle expanded. He watched the dragon approach, shaking his head. He couldn't figure out what Kuro was thinking. The dragon got closer, and closer. "That's close enough, Torch it!" Fenrir called raising his hand.


But the order was never carried out. Just as he spoke, blurs crashed into his Furios unit. The referee, circling above, whistled to indicate the Furios as grounded.


Fenrir's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell?!" That's when he caught the slight blur that Camos left when they flew. It was easy to notice when they flew in the sun, but when they were flying in a shadow... The Broadback! It had been a diversion this whole time! And those damn Camos were flying in its shadow! "DAMN YOU KURO!" Fenrir screamed as his dragon breathed flames in all directions to fend off the Camos flying all around him. "GET UP HERE AND HELP YOU FOOLS!" Fenrir roared, his flaguards advancing to provide aid.


"Not smart, Fenrir, leaving your flag open like that!" Kuro called as Whiplash flew up towards the dragon from below. He let go of the harness, letting himself roll back to the rear saddle. Whiplash fluttered her wings, flipping in midair as her tail(padded to prevent injury to others) came crashing down on Fenrir's dragon, sending them both rather forcefully to the ground. When she corrected herself, Kuro was not on her back.


He had launched himself airborne. He reached for handles on the sides of his armor, tugging them as he revealed his secret. His armor functioned as a glider suit. His tail flicked excitedly behind him as he angled himself towards the red flag carrier, now unguarded. He landed easily, snatching the flag as he held it high, his team cheering as Fenrir roared in his rage.


"Well, it's been fun" Kuro patted the lightweight he was standing on, gently urging it to fly over the arena. "Thanks for dropping me off" He clutched the flag in his hand, closing his eyes as he held his arms out, letting himself fall off of the lightweight's back, plummeting rapidly towards the arena, where a few of his new squadron were already gathered. He opened his eyes to see Whiplash in a dive with him, staring at him.


"I swear, you just have to make an entrance everywhere, don't you?" Whiplash chuckled watching him.


Kuro shrugged, still free falling headfirst towards the ground. "Where would be the fun in showing up like a normal person?" He remarked smirking at Whiplash. "Anyways, we're getting close to the ground, so let's wrap this up"


"As you wish" Whiplash turned her back to him, and Kuro grasped the handle, pulling himself onto the saddle just as Whiplash fluttered her four wings, correcting her fall and stopping just feet from the ground. At last, she lowered herself the rest of the way to the ground, letting Kuro slide off her back. He walked over to the table and snatched up his winnings. "That's that, now let's go make some new friends" Kuro smiled over at Whiplash as she shook off the padding from her morning star tail. The two finally made their way over to those gathered for the Squadron meet and greet.


"Hey everyone! Sorry if I'm running a bit late, I was getting my paws on some scratch just in case we need some funds for a 'squadron bonding' tavern trip" he smirked holding up the rather heavy pouch, his ears twitching as his tail flicked proudly behind him. "The name's Kuroneko, by the way. Kuroneko Kouum. But please, call me Kuro. I don't like standing too much on formalities" he laughed as he leaned back against Whiplash's leg. "My partner here's called Whiplash, if you value your lives, I wouldn't get too close to her. She's a bit... unfriendly...." He smirked up at Whiplash as her tail flicked behind her menacingly, as if daring any of them to test her...


Given stories were still told about her tail crushing the spirits (and manhoods) of those that tried to ride her, odds are they'd know he wasn't kidding.


Kuro's golden eyes scanned this group. A unique bunch of individuals. He wondered why they'd all been selected... For now though, he contented himself with leaning on Whiplash's leg, just observing his new Squadron-mates while he relaxed still wearing his gear.


He noticed the new captain speak up. "Kuroneko Kouum, I've been a Rider for nine years. My Dragon is Whiplash, aged 16 years" He remarked still staying relaxed. He couldn't help but crack a smile when he noted how the commander and her dragon interacted. They were certainly a pair... He wondered just how young the dragon was. Whiplash wasn't much more than a baby by most standards, after all...

 

[nevermore0714]

"Woooooooooooo!" Baela screamed out as Moondancer spun in circles, a winged serpent dancing through the air.


Laughing, Daemon watched his daughter enjoy herself. "Caraxes, they're lovely, are they not?"


His wings flapping to keep them neutral in the air, Caraxes replied, "Yes, my friend. Moondancer is near as much my daughter as Baela is yours...we taught them well."


Moondancer immediately changed direction, flying straight down, then curving in loops.


"Although..." Daemon sighed, "...we should have brought Mysaria along with us; poor girl would give her left eye for a dragon."


"That could be said for many, Daemon." Caraxes replied. "It is getting late, perhaps we should go back."


"Not yet." Daemon watched his daughter. "Just let her have fun a little longer, she deserves it."

 

[Redshift]

When they had told her she was going to be apart of a new squadron, Clotho had to resist the urge to moan out loud. However, she was not able to control her apparent eye roll. One of the head administrators of the Fort was not pleased with her restrained attitude. Still, he ignored it and persisted with his proposition (his code for an order). Apparently, the old dragon was "wasting her talent" and "not contributing her full potential". And after she retorted with some sharp words, the administrator changed his description of her to, "a lazy, old cow". Overall, the conversation ended with the stout man storming away and merely affirmed her position on the newly formed squadron, as well as a part-time instructor when needed. However, the amount of new faces in Fort Kivon was appallingly few, which made Clotho's job frustratingly easy.


So the next morning, Clotho awoke early to prepare for her new duties and head to her first meeting. As she went about her tasks, she felt a profound sense of deja vu and her mind wandered back to the days of her days as a fighter, a warrior. Swallowing her daydreams with her breakfast, Clotho covered her face with a burning scowl as she sauntered over to the meeting place for the squadron. She was early, as she always was to her appointments, so she watched everyone else wander in with salty, golden eyes. Her scales also shifted in the spectrum, as they did when she was nervous or agitated. Honestly, the veteran could not tell which one she was in at the moment.


Then, the Captain and her dragon swooped in front of the orderly line (tardy, as Clotho noted with a growing grimace). When the aforementioned Dreav then approached them all with a growl, Clotho nearly snapped at his muzzle. Unfortunately, his rider beat her to it, so for the moment the mottled dragon kept her mouth shut. Instead, she contented herself with glaring at the young Dreav, letting her irritation be known.


Still, she waited patiently for the others in front of them to introduce themselves. The ghosts of faces she knew appeared on some of those around her. Perhaps she had just seen them or around, or maybe she had trained some of them herself. Honestly, Clotho could not be sure if she had met anyone else before, either way. Caught in the threads of her frayed memory, the mottled dragon did not realize it was her turn to present herself until a few moments of thick silence. She blinked her golden eyes into focus, and sat up straight. She might have made a social error, but she was far from apologetic as she spoke for herself,


"Hello. My name is Clotho. I was a dragon in combat for 50 years, and an instructor for about the same time after. I will be your designated messenger and mentor."


She felt the flat words crackle and fall flat at her feet as the others were probably waiting for details on her missing rider and excessive experience. However, she let the lack of information burn in the air like the breath of a Furios. Clotho simply held her chin high and let her gaze wander as the air fizzled out and introductions resumed.

 

[WonderFry]

Maiya let out a sigh, fingers tapping away at her desk while her history instructor went on rambling. Her leg bounced uncontrollably under the table, itching for a run, but she was confined to the classroom, forced to listen to this tortuously boring lecture.


"So, the great Dragon wars...bitter battle...," the words went in through one ear and out the other as Maiya stared out the window. She gazed in admiration at the Riders in the sky, practicing their aerial attacks and formations. They moved gracefully, like ribbons in the wind, yet with each beat of the dragon's wings you could see the raw power they possessed. Maiya's bright eyes glistened with excitement. In just a few days time she'll be up there with them, as a fully fledged rider. She couldn't wait.


"..gen..miss Argen...miss Argen!" The harsh voice of her instructor snapped the young page out of her fantasy. Startled, she whipped her head to the front, a polite 'yes sir,' tumbling from her lips. Her instructor raised a brow. "I asked you to read the next paragraph, Argen." Maiya tensed. She was so caught up in her fantasy of becoming a rider, she lost track of where they were. Frantically she flipped through the pages of her text book, scrambling to find the last word she remembered him saying. "Erm..," just as she opened her mouth to speak, the toll of the bells signaling the end of class rang from within the barracks.


A relief swept her body. 'Saved by the bells,' she mused, smiling to herself. History wasn't her greatest subject; it's a miracle she's even passing. However if she wanted to be a rider she had to endure. Gathering up her things, Maiya exited the barracks, choosing instead to go down to the Dragon barracks to visit Jielith instead of the mess-hall for lunch. He must be bored from being cooped up all day, as he had no rider yet.


"Jielith! I'm here!" Mai called into the cave. She could her the clacking of claws and heavy footsteps as Jiel came bounding out of the cave. Took you long enough! Come on let's go flying! I need a chance to stretch my wings. Maiya shook her head. "Jiel, you know I can't do that. Im not an official rider yet," she raised her arms over her head and stretched, relieved to be out of the stuffy classroom, "though I am up for a run. My legs are itching for a sprint."


Race you to the split oak, then! Jielith chirped, before bounding away towards the training arena. Maiya laughed, "hey, no fair! You got a head start!" She tore after the dragon, who could far outrun her if he tried.


As they neared the arena Maiya could hear speaking. She slowed her pace to a jog, then a walk, breath coming hardly any faster than before, despite her sprinting.


'What's going on," she wondered, gazing toward the arena. Jielith had bounced back to her, curious about what she's curious about. "Maybe they're practicing for something," she muttered to Jiel, inching ever closer to the arena to get a peek. Mai only ever saw the Riders from afar in her classrooms, but now she had the chance to observe them up-close. It was an opportunity she just couldn't resist.





Maiya, you're being a creep. You're not even supposed to be here, Jiel snorted. The page shushed him. "Shut up, Jiel, I'm just looking," she whispered, peeking over at the gathering riders.
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[Nooguy]

"Oh stop your complaining you big baby. If I don't clean the old dirt and gunk from under your scales it'll all begin to stink, and no offense but nobody likes a smelly dragon." Freyah remarked as she cleaned beneath the scales near Rhavir's front claws. While the large dragon did a good job of grooming himself there's always the small spaces where dirt from walking or blood from hunting remained and quickly grew rank. The large pale scaled dragon gave a huff at his rider's remark, blowing a puff of chilly breath at her. "While not painful I can say that the feeling of a cloth beneath my scales is still slightly unpleasant." Rhavir remarked in his low tone. "I can only akin it to what I imagine a soft prickling against your skin if you were to be in my place." Freyah gave another chuckle as she listened to her dragon. "Oh you poor poor thing how grief ridden I feel for placing such agony upon you." She stated with a sly grin which elicited a soft nudge from her dragon's tail against her back. "I've only got a bit more to go and you're fine alright? Honestly if you let the grooms tend to you I'm sure they'd take a much shorter time." Freyah stated as she glanced over into the large pale eye of her dragon. "Hmhmhm I'm afraid I've still a rather persistent reputation among the grooms, they're wonderful fun to tease though. Amazing how frightened they get at a simple growl." Rhavir stated with a low quaking growl akin to a chuckle. A few minutes passed before Freyah gave a sigh, putting down her brush and cloth rag. "There, all clean for another week big guy." She stated, patting the large dragon's side. "Now I believe we've got a meeting to arrive at over at the arena." Freyah remarked as she put her cleaning tools away and swiftly climbed up the slightly extended front leg of Rhavir to sit sown at the base of his neck just ahead of his wing joints.


Giving a long yawn the Pale scaled Glacin rose from where he lay, stretching his limbs slightly as he shook the sluggishness from his body. Drawing a deep breath Rhavir walked to the mouth of his cave and out into the shining light of day. Slowly extending his large expansive wings in a soft stretch the dragon gave a content grumble before crouching down and launching from the ledge which led to the entrance of his cave. Plummeting through the air Freyah gave a whoop of delight to which Rhavir joined in with a loud, echoing roar before flaring his wings to stabilize himself and begin flying toward their destination. "I just love the rumors of you being a grumpy old dragon. You're a big hatchling at heart Rhavir." Freyah said with a soft laugh as she rubbed his neck, Rhavir giving a low growling purr at the feeling as she scratched along his favorite spot. "Mmmmh, well none but you and my past rider have earned my respect to truly see my genuine personality." Rhavir retorted as he pumped his wings to ascend a bit before smoothly pulling to his sides to enter into a slowly rotating corkscrew dive, streaming the two of them through the air. Freyah's lips curled in to joyous smile as the wonderful feeling of free fall overtook her. Leaning back in her saddle the rider extended her arms out to either side as another shout of exhilaration left her. Continuing their dive Rhavir soon stabilized his rotation and opened his wings to pull out of the sharp descent a hundred or so feet from the ground. "We are here Freyah." Rhavir announced as he gestured off to their slight right indicating the arena. Gliding in from the north the pair came to a smooth landing with a few strong flaps of Rhavir's wings to fully halt their forward momentum, a low quake rumbling through the earth. Freyah softly patted Rhavir on the neck as she slid from her saddle, sliding along his left leg as he knelt down a bit to help her dismount. They'd arrived a bit early from the looks of it, but a few others seemed to have gotten here before them. Rhavir also glanced around at the other dragons that arrived with their riders, surprised a bit as he saw one other equal in size to him which caused a slight raise of his brows in emphasis. As the rest arrived one of the group stepped forth before introducing herself as their captain. Rhavir glanced down at Dreav at his puffed up stance and somewhat aggressive stance, a big of amusement filling him as the Furios's rider smacked him over the nose to instruct him to behave. As some others introduced themselves Freyah stepped forth. "My name is Freyah Aldmur and I've been riding for ten years with my dragon. I look forward to our camaraderie together." She said with a respectful bow before stepping to the side as Rhavir stepped forth to introduce himself. "I am Rhavir, I've been on this land for a century and a half and have seen battle for seventy of those years. It is a pleasure to meet you all this day and may the wind remain always favorable beneath your wings." He remarked before bowing his head to the group around him. Rising his head the Glacin caught a scent on the wind, turning his head to the right slightly as he caught a glimpse of two figures spying upon them. He remained silent for the most part, seeing them both as likely younglings curious of the gathering before them.

 

[nevermore0714]

Moondancer and Caraxes began their flight back to the fort, flying lazily as they journeyed back. "Baela!" Daemon called out.


"Yes, father?" Baela responded.


"What is your plan with your dragon for when we return home?" he asked.


"I suppose I'll go on a trip with Moondancer to Juval, as soon as I'm given leave." she answered.


"Juval? The jungle continent?"


"It has more than just a jungle, father." the girl smiled. "It also has a diverse culture that I've been wanting to visit for some time. It's not like I'll be a major part of any squad anytime soon."


"Fair enough." Daemon shrugged. "We're almost back to the fort, anyway."


A short while later, they landed at the fort's entrance.

 

[Mystik]

The Captain sighs softly as they all finish their introductions. Her gaze hardens on Clotho for a moment as she spots her eyeing down Dreav who was preoccupied by digging his claws deep into the muddy wallow of the training field. "Very nice to meet you all. From this point on, anyone who isn't here will be marked late for their duties and they'll be written up for such,". Her hardened gaze flicks to Kuro. "Next time you arrive late I would prefer that you do so quietly. Any further infractions will not be tolerated,". A splotch of mud splashes up onto her arm, Dreav quickly laying down to cover up the hole he'd been digging. He looked around at the sky as if he was as innocent as a child, though his rider knew otherwise. With another long sigh she rubs the temples of her forehead. "I'm sure all of you have been informed of the basic code of conduct in Fort Kivon, as all of you sound like you've been here longer than I,".


Viktoriya clears her throat and slides back onto Dreav. "Please split into even groups. I'm sure you've all heard of Kivon Ball, or at least seen other squadrons playing it,". Her breath showed in the crisp morning air, showing even puffs of mist from her mouth. She reaches into one of the saddle bags that rested on the side of Dreav, revealing four balls of varying size. She rises a blackened, heavy looking ball into the air. "This is a Hammer. A designated person on your team will carry this and throw it at other players in order to knock them off the backs of their dragon,". She tosses a pair of Hammer balls into the field that rested between her and the other Riders. "Next are the Scores. You'll be throwing these into the hoops that are set up in the Spine of the mountain. One rests closer to Kivon, the other further north. If a team scores, I'll throw a flare into the air to signify such. It's your job to make sure that you maintain control of the ball even after throwing it through the hoop,". The woman tosses a pair of red, lighter looking balls with a grippy curvature in them.


"I would have to imagine you are all mature, split into groups please,". The captain adjusts herself atop Dreav, looking down at the saddle as she awaits the Riders to form the groups.

 

[Arasaloe]

Braith raised a brow slightly as the first person after her was a Gatoman. And a very serious one at that. She shifted herself up onto the boulder, pulling her legs to her chest. “Sorry, not Captain.” She said after a moment with a light smile.


Then the next two arrived. Daenyx and Ayela, and… Oh, no. Garren. He was infamous throughout the Fort. At least she had some riding ability, even if she cared less about tactics or strategy.


She rested an elbow on her knee, holding her chin up with the palm of her hand. She looked at Kor from the side of her eyes as he swept his tail back and forth in anticipation. So far, all of the dragons seemed like a rather interesting group. He was intrigued, at least. But Hobbs seemed to be right. There were many like her. Many that weren’t ‘normal’ riders.


Well, normal was overrated anyway.


She blinked in surprise as Viktoriya and Dreav made their way in. Ah. Their was their captain. A little late, still. But thank god it wasn’t her. She let out a breath, moving to straighten herself up and announce herself. But just then, another infamous member of the antisocial crowd dropped in. Literally, almost.


Kuro and Whiplash. And she knew Whiplash, almost intimately. There had been a drunken time or two where she may or may not have taken bets to get closer to her than the others. Even if she didn’t win, it was really fun watching others get hit. Brutal, but fun in a way. Kor made a huff of welcome at her, shifting a little in his position beside his rider. He was getting anxious to announce themselves, too.


Then Clotho came. How very curious, the older instructor being assigned. Haha. Probably because Garren was their messenger otherwise. Maybe she could help them with that. Was this remedial rider squadron?


Finally, the Glacin and Freya announced themselves. And then Kor couldn’t handle it any more. They were there first, and they couldn’t get a word in? “We are Rider Braith and Furios Kor.” Kor said quickly, tail lashing back and forth. Braith gave him an amused glance, before looking around at all of them. “Been riding for seven years. Kor’s been flying for forty five.”


And then Viktoriya went on about splitting up into groups. She made a face. Damn, she hated group work. And she was so strict, for being so young. She sighed, rolling her neck back and forth, already feeling the stress tightening her muscles. She stretched, sliding off of the boulder, wiping her dew-wettened hands on her riding leather pants, glancing at Kor.


"Whomever is on our team better be good. I don't like to lose." She muttered, looking around at their mix-matched squad.


"Yo, Kuro. Be on my team?"

 

[One Mean Ghost]

​

"All of you sound like you've been here longer than I,".


Now that just added insult to injury. Kuro's ears lay flat on his head, his eyes narrowing at this new commander who was already rubbing his fur all the wrong ways. His tail flicked angrily behind him. It was no secret to him why he had never been promoted to even a Squad Leader position in any Squadron he'd been with. He'd overheard some of the higher ups talking. Sure, there were a few that acknowledged his accomplishments and talents, but they were the minority. Frankly, if Whiplash hadn't been so adamant to take him for a Rider, odds are he never would have been accepted for training.


Such was the immense amount of prejudice that tended to hang over Gatomen, especially Riders...


Though, with this commander, his issues weren't just how she singled him out as a Gatomen. She just seemed so damned condescending...


Kuro, calm down. This isn't the time or place to deal with that witch. Whiplash narrowed her eyes at the commander and her dragon. It was evident to Kuro that Whiplash would take great pride in driving her tail squarely between that dragon's eyes. Much like her Rider, she didn't take too kindly to insults, and she took any insult directed at Kuro quite personally...


He let out a sigh. He knew she was right, but everything in him wanted to claw this new commander's eyes out. He was a prideful one, and stepping on his pride was much like stepping on his tail. You didn't do it unless you wanted to be used as a scratching post.


Okay Whiplash, I'll play nice for now. But if one of those Hammers comes our way, see if you can't redirect it at our 'illustrious' leader.





Whiplash just nodded her head as Kuro moved behind her, picking up the padding she was required to wear for training exercises. He slipped it over her club, securing it so it wouldn't slip off. It made her tail look even more bulky, but it prevented injuries when she clobbered someone...


He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't actually hear the girl nearby address him. Thankfully, Whiplash paid attention. She glanced back at Kuro and nudged him. "The girl asked if we would be on her team. I think I remember her as one of the ones that would try to get close to me on a dare..." She spoke out loud now, since that bit of conversation didn't need to be hidden. Kuro blinked out of his thoughts, his ears perking up as he glanced over to see Braith, his tail swishing curiously behind him.





"Well, if you're brave enough to try and get near Whiplash, I don't see why being on your team would be a problem." Kuro shrugged. He crouched low before kicking off from the ground, flipping backwards before landing effortlessly on the pegs of Whiplash's saddle. The Silver-scaled dragon then made her way over to stand next to Braith and Kor. A Furios dragon was always useful in games like this.... But it was too early to plan strategy until he saw what other dragons chose to join their team.


He glanced back over at the commander, his tail flicking irritably. She was just like all the others, it seemed. She looked down on him because he was a Gatomen, and called him out even though he technically was here ten minutes early. He had just played a quick game of Capture the Flag in the air above the arena before deciding to land. Even with that landing, he had arrived almost the exact same time as her. Yet she chastised him for being late.


Kuro's review file was filled with mixed reviews, and it was obvious to tell who had issues with Gatomen and who didn't. Those that treated him with respect reported him being an excellent addition to the Squadron, and often times he was recommended for promotion. Those that looked down on him for his ears and tail wrote more along the lines of him being a curse and a plague on their unit. He was much like a cat in that regard. When treated respectfully, he returned it. When treated with hostility, he responded in kind. He could be a great asset, or a serious enemy. It all depended on the commander. And this commander was pushing him towards the latter already...





@Mystik @Arasaloe

 

[Yonsisac]

"Dark clouds on the horizon


Thunder as the rain falls


Breaking the silence


Roads ever weaving


Soul ever seeking


The hunter's mark


Face the wind's bitter fingers


Shadows as the night falls


Fear in the darkness


Roads ever weaving


Soul ever seeking


The hunter's mark!


Wilderness wild and perilous be


Deep in the heart of danger


Wilderness wild and perilous be


Filling your heart with fire


Mountains rise in the distance


Stalwart as the stars fall


Fading forever


Roads ever weaving


Soul ever seeking


The hunter's mark


Face the world as the hero


Fearless as your blade falls


Striking the heart


Roads ever weaving


Soul ever seeking


The hunter's mark..."



Her voice echo through the calm forest,the harp calms the wind as its strings softly vibrates the air,delicate fingers play the instrument softly as the leafs of green trees above shimmer and dance,beautiful flute plays but with no instruments,Natasha and Lala where playing one of there songs "The hunters mark".Natasha,s fingers stop playing the harp as her blue eyes softly open with smile on her face as her sight looks behind her hearing the flute stops. Lala looks down at her with a content smile as her voice echoes "We did a lot better thisssss time Natasha....did the flute sssssound better?" the long wyvern ask as her coiled body slowly starts to untie itself.Natasha smiles as she would nod with a reply standing up,a sigh escapes her lips as the harp in her hand calms,"Yes Lala...it did sound much better compared with the violin,now we better rest,you needs to shine your scales"Natasha said as her companion nodded towards the reply,but as soon she did Lala sighs for a moment as she would remind "We need to assssssist at thus arena...we are gonna be place in a new sssssquad remember?" as Natasha hear it she sigh and scratch the back of her head as her memory dint have anything of that and now with the reminder they needed to go.




"Alright Lala....lets go but not fly as your wings need rest after last flight"she said as Lala nodded,the dragon would lower its head with her claws against the ground for Natasha to clime on with no hard task.Natasha would walk placing her feet on her claw as her free hand grabs on to one of her large crested plates and pull herself.Standing on her drake she walks further up her long body as the saddle lay in between Lala's plates.Natasha sat down and with once again her free hand she pats Lala's back as a signal as she would holster the small harp on her waist,grabbing the lead tied on 2 plates she would hold on and say " Lets go....but as fast as possible without wings got it" with that they set off.


Slider around trees,using its claws to clime over obstacles in the way they faded quickly towards the arena to get there in time and as fast in anyway possible.They would fly there but Lala's wings needed rest from the last flight but soon the fort came in to view,massive indeed as its walls touches the heavens and shatters the sky.As they made there way Natasha would grab a trumpet holstered on the side of the saddle and blow it to signal she was coming to open one of the three massive dragon gate's.Another trumpet sound the sky from the guard above as the gate slowly opens with Lala immediately sliding inside the fort walls heading towards the arena.


As they reach the arena Lala slows down and slowly sliders inside,immediately there eyes are greeted by most here...and all to be honest as all dragons look rather Unique and there riders even more,yea they where late.With a nod Natasha would let go of the lead and stand up as she walks down the long snake body,using her claw to walk down.As her feet touch the ground of the Arena she would introduce "Natasha Sonido Solotov sorry i am late! been flying for 7 Years,this is Najaralalala she has been flying for 47...Pleasure to meet you all"she said slightly in a hurry for being late as she slightly bows down.Najaralalala would raise half of her body straight as her tail and other half coil around herself as her arms and head are visible "Plesssssure to meet you all"




(Sorry i am late! i did this post in a rush so sorry for errors)
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[Nooguy]

Whle Freyah was normally one to enjoy more solitary activities such as hunting, fishing, or the occasional sparring with one other person she was familiar with more team based activities and games. The female rider had played Kivon ball a number of times in her past with respected friends and past squad members. She was always eager to discover the skills of those she did not know yet, and it seemed quite an interesting group would consist for both teams. Looking around Freyah tapped her fingers idly at her side as she pondered exactly whom to approach. Honestly Braithe caught her eye generally due to the way she held herself, and the woman's dragon also had a strong stance as well which often were favorable observations in her book. Rhavir in the meantime cast another glance over at the other heavyweight sized dragon, giving a soft warbling growl in greeting to him before bowing his head in a formal greeting. His attention however was pulled back toward his rider as Freyah tapped on his chest. "Hey, what do you think of teaming up with Braithe and Kor?" She asked, looking up at her large light scaled dragon. Looking over to the mentioned pair, Rhavir gave a soft huff as he looked them over. "I see no reason not to approach, I am curious of the youngling Kor though." He murmured before walking behind Freyah as she approached Braithe. It seemed Kuro and Whiplash were desired by Braithe so waiting after they spoke Freyah approached Braithe and gave a slight bow of her head. "Hello Braithe, I'd be delighted if I may join you." She said, extending her left hand in formality. Rhavir meanwhile looked over the Furios Kor and the Clubtail Whiplash before approaching Kor. With a bow of his head in greeting Rhavir locked eyes with the Furios. "It is a pleasure to meet you Kor." He said before looking over to Whiplash and similarly bowing his head. "And you as well Whiplash. It is good to see younglings with such strong bonds to their riders, I can fully respect that." He remarked with his low, slightly growling voice.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"My name is Connor McKinley." he announced. "This is my dragon Buras. He is a King of the Mountain." he continued. He was mistaken at who the captain had been, a shame. She looked like she knew what she was doing, unlike this one who was nearly late to the meeting of her own squad. Oh well, mistakes were possible for all, that included him as much as he despised the fact.


Buras was not so easily silenced, however. "Yep, Buras, that's me. One of the few Kings of the Mountains hatched in the Forts. I'm sure you are all very glad to..." Between the glares of Connor and Colotho (I figured that's what she'd be doing. Correct me if I'm wrong.) he slowly trailed off, taking the hint. He even lowered his head in embarrassment. But at he mention of the game, he quickly perked up again. "Oh, I've heard of this game." he said before remembering he was supposed to be quiet.


"I shall handle the Hammer." Connor said. It was only the logical choice. His dragon was not fast, or agile. But he could take a hit, and no doubt give one or two. As for the team, he would sit out and wait for the teams to be formed before joining one. It was so much easier that way.

 

[The Succubi Queen]

Aranai Nykroc and Azmodan (Viper)

​

Azmodan laid in his cave, at least he wished it was just his cave. No, he was supposed to share it with his rider until they were assigned to a squadron. How he despised it, he was being forced to put up with this human. But he had made his decision, she would be his ticket to the outside world, and by the gods he won't lose it. Not until he had experienced the outside at least.


His head was flat on the ground, well as flat as he could get it with two massive fangs jutting out of his mouth. And the worst part was they were still growing, so he'd be looking at the roof of the cave at the rate they were going. He remembered when he didn't get an ache in his neck every time he wanted to rest his chin on something. Or when his mouth didn't constantly hurt. Or his scales itching in the most awkward of spots. He remembered when the only complaint he had was not being able to leave the "safety" of the Fort alone. 'It's all a part of growing up.' they all said. Well, if growing up felt like this then he could do without it.


"Azmodan!! Azmodan, where are you, we're already running late and if our new captain has a stick up his butt what are we going to do??? AZZZMOOoodddDAAAAAAaaaaaannnnn!!!!" Aranai barreled into the cave in a screaming fit.


Oh gods, she was here. And she was yelling about something. If things hadn't been bad enough, they no doubt were now. Well, guess he had to put up with it, for now anyway. Hey, you never know, he might begin to enjoy her company after a while. Well, that might be a stretch, perhaps just used to her.


"What?" he hissed, lifting his head so he didn't look like a fool while talking. "You are screechin like a halfling." he continued, though in all reality he was little more then a hatchling himself. Then he recalled what they were supposed to do today, the meeting. Well, guess he had to go then. "It does not matter if we are late anymore, there isn't a chance of us being on time." As he spoke, he slowly uncurled himself, letting his long, sinuous extend to it's full length. "But I suppose we shouldn't be too late." he rumbled out, holding his fore claw out for her to clamber onto his back. He was not offering it to her, of course not. Flying was simply faster then walking, especially if you were built like snake with legs.


She hopped onto his back, and patted his neck, telling him she was secure. She had flown with him a couple of times, but never so informally. "But I'm still worried! What if they yell at us, what if I get kicked out of the squad- worse, what if they kick me out of the Riders??"





She could be removed from being a Rider? He couldn't let that happen yet. So, once she was on his back ('how degrading' he thought to himself) he made his way to the mouth of the cave. Once his wings were clear, they snapped open, and he took off. He flew like most Vipers, with a soft up and down, left and right, like a water snake. But he screeched through the air, flying faster then he'd ever flown before, not wanting his Rider to be removed to leave him searching for another one. Then he saw it, the meeting of the new squad. It wasn't hard to miss, what with several rather large dragons gathered around you'd be hard pressed to not see it. And so, he came in for a landing. It started as a controlled fall, head pointed down, and wings folded in. Nearing the ground, his wings flared open, and he put his hind legs towards the ground. And with a solid thud, he landed. They were late, but perhaps they weren't to late.


She awkwardly scrambled off the dragon after they landed, before snapping into a salute "Mid-Class Viper Rider Aranai Nykroc reporting for duty- uh....?"


Where they playing a game? Why was there just a group standing there? Why was the area decorated like a Kivon Ring? What was happening? Her thoughts were going a million miles a minute. She was still standing in her salute, in the middle of the ring. The person she assumed to be the captain just sat atop their dragon, watching her. Another dragon and rider stood on the fringes of the group, and she was unable to tell exactly what she was supposed to be doing. Maybe she should just ask? "Uh- I'm a new rider, so unfortunately, I'm not familiar with new squad procedure, so would someone mind telling me- telling us what's going on?"


((Sorry it's so dang long, I tried to make shorten it as much as I could. Written with @Beowulf))

 

[Arasaloe]

When Kuro made a comment about her being brave enough, Braith had to bite her tongue to keep from letting him know that she had been quite intoxicated both times. Granted, she was still rather brave sober. Just slightly more sane when it came to bodily injury.


She then blinked in surprise at the new arrivals to the field, before sharing a look with Kor, who rumbled quietly in amusement. This group, man. Was the plan to make her realize how annoying she could be when she was late?


“Hm? Oh. Nice to meet you too, Freyah.” She said, glancing to the extended hand as the woman approached and offered it. She wiped her hands again, before taking it and shaking. “Sure. Though if you join us, I think that may fill up our team. Maybe.” She said, looking over the others again before shrugging slightly.


Kor let out a low rumble of contentment at being praised for having his bond with his rider, bobbing his head a moment in greeting to the large Glacin. His attention had turned to the King of the Mountain, having to hold back a laugh. He liked the over-zealous creature. His rider seemed a little tense though.


Braith stepped forward as the younger rider joined them. Hopefully the last of them, right? Her eyes moved to the sky, scanning it warily before looking back down to her. “Unfortunately I think our Captain Viktoriya over there is going to write you up from being late. However, we’re playing a friendly game of Kivon Ball. I’m Braith, this is Kor.”


Kor straightened at his name being mentioned, looking back over from the heavyweight he’d been expecting.

 

[Yonsisac]

(sorry for short)


Natasha was little confused what was happening but after sometime of analyzing what was happening she would soon come to thoughts as it seems her new squad was starting to play what she has heard is called...Vivon? Kibon? she docent remember as both only heard about this game a few times but her question was answerd as she heard some one say its name correct "Kivon". looking around a little her eyes would lay upon who seem was the captain and his dragon,not just that but her squad,the massive dragon,was rather eye catching.Once she was done looking around she would hear Lala speak "Thussssss sssseem our new ssssquad might be creating a form of entertainment.....or we are in the wrong place" Natasha would shrug as a sigh escapes her lips hearing some one was confused as her in this time.Well what a entrance we are gonna play a game of ball....she has never plaid this game and well not that aware,She has seen it but not Play it.


"um so we are playing Kivon?, this is the squad re-assignment right?"she ask with her hand reaching the back of her neck in confusion if this even was the right place but Lala on the other hand just stay there looking around.She dint mined if this was the wrong place seem fun to be here and watch a game of Kivon as the squad can wait no harm done but the fact was THIS was the squad and not some Kivon team in practice but they dint know that.

 

[WonderFry]

Jielith tensed. He sensed the gaze of the large Glacin before them, and it freaked him out. Maiya, we need to go. We're gonna get caught! The dragon hissed, nudging the page gently in an attempt to make her rise. Maiya just waved him away. "C'mon, Jiel, quit bein' a scaredy-scales,'" she muttered, leaning closer for a better look, " we're just watching. Look, they're about to play kivon ball. Maybe it's like a team exercise or something." She's seen the Riders play from afar, but now she's got front row seats and had no intention of leaving.


Jielith, however, had other plans. He nudged her a little harder this time. C'mon, Mai, seriously. You're gonna get us both in trouble! He urged, nudging and tugging at the page with increasing urgency. Normally, the young male would be all about entertaining their curiosities, but this situation was unlike the rest. Clotho was here, the sour old dragon with a terrible temper. If the pair were caught by her, who knows what she'll do?


"Jielith, cut it out!" Maiya hissed as her dragon nudged her ever harder. She pushed him away but he persisted, tugging at her sleeves. Clicking her tongue in exasperation, she yanked her sleeve from the dragon's teeth. But she might've yanked a little too hard, for she lost her balance. Maiya tumbled backwards into the arena with a yelp, landing flat on her back.


Jielith froze. Oh crap.
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[Mystik]

Viktoriya was not foreign to the discontent many Riders held toward her. She had, after all, acquired a rather high position fairly early in her life. Some attributed it to her father suckling up to the Generals and Sergeants of Fort Kivon, others simply believing she'd sucked up to the Generals and Sergeants herself. Though all accusations were untrue, what actually happened is a tale to be discussed at a later date. The flicking of his tail, the glare he and his dragon shot her, she had caught it all. She had nothing against the feline for his race, but more so his staggering reports. They were all shockingly negative, though one for some odd reason seemed extremely positive. That didn't sway her opinion however. The reports ranged from demanding he be removed from the riders, to having him simply transferred. The other captains claimed he sought nothing but to destroy their reputations and very livelihood with his antics. Viktoriya knew that if she desired to be remotely successful, she had to quickly stomp out his hopes to mess with her. She - unlike the other captains - would meet the problem head on. She wouldn't request him transferred. The words of the records that lead to his transfer into her squadron haunted her "Assigned to CPT Viktoriya Yunevich in hopes of reformation". It was her duty now to make this man into one that may some day be able to replace her.


"Kuro. Approach, immediately. You will not be participating in today's exercises,". She adjusted herself with a firm nod on her saddle, cautiously stroking the neck of Dreav who now growled lowly at Whiplash. What's their angle.. Someone needs to put them in line.. The captain chuckled and mumbled a response to her dragon while continuing to run her fingertips on his scaly, cold hide. "Unfortunately, I believe we'll have the opportunity to shortly,".

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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Whiplash had been just about to address the Dragon that spoke before the Captain's voice snapped her out of it. Her eyes turned and instantly narrowed at the commander, as did the eyes of her Rider. They both approached and Kuro hopped off the saddle to the ground, crossing his arms over his chest. His ears were laying back on his head and his tail swished angrily behind him.


"Why not? Oh wait... No, let me guess... I've gotten this spiel enough times before." He paused, clearing his throat. "Kuro, you won't be participating today until you cover those ears and tail. They're a distraction to the other Riders! If I had my way, they'd be cut off so you'd be in line with everyone else" He spoke sarcastically, imitating one of his previous Captains.


"Or is it more like this. You won't be participating in this until you learn your place! On your knees and beg for the privilege to kiss my boot and MAYBE I'll let you fly!" Kuro remarked rolling his eyes as he watched her, anger evident in his eyes. "Sorry Princess, but I won't be broken like that." He mused, his tail swishing angrily behind him.


Kuro... careful, don't take this too far! Whiplash actually looked nervous


No, this needs to be said before I lose my damn mind... This had been building ever since he got his last transfer notice...


"If you think you can break me, you've got another thing coming. Unlike you, I didn't get anything handed to me. I didn't have Daddy whispering in the ears of the Command to get me into the Riders. I got in by my own merit because I had earned the respect of a Dragon by the time I was seven. Every. Single. Day. My instructors told me if I screwed up one time, I'd be kicked out. They couldn't break me, I just made damn sure I was in the top of my class in every thing I was taught. If I couldn't be broken when I was a child, you should realize how foolish it seems for you to try and break me now." Kuro's tail flicked angrily as he clenched his fist, staring down the Captain and her Dragon.


"Let me clue you in on something, Princess. I already know what Command thinks about me. If Whiplash had chosen another Rider, I wouldn't have even gotten the chance to become a Rider, Ever. I've had to fight and claw my way to stay here. And no matter how hard I work, I get stuck with pathetic Captains that got their position by kissing the right ass with only one or two exceptions. They resent me for my birthright, and they want to do everything possible to keep my kind from getting into a position of leadership." Kuro was physically shaking with rage by now.


"So here, I'll answer the question you were probably discussing with your dragon when you called me over. 'What's his problem?' My PROBLEM, is bitches like you that get every little thing handed to them because of who you know, or whose kid you are. You don't know the first thing about fighting your way up from the bottom, with those above you constantly trying to shove you back down. You don't know real struggles. So before you can start your lecture about how I need to change, shape up, or act mature, I'd like to tell you, quite sincerely, to go fuck yourself." Dante hissed the last part, his eyes flashing with malice.


"When you've stepped up and led Riders in full combat, with lives on the line, THEN you can attempt to criticize me. Better yet, try to get at least half as much experience as I do before you try and look down your nose at me again." Kuro crossed his arms over his chest once more.


"Did I leave anything out, Captain?" He spat, glaring up at her with pure rage in his eyes. Whiplash shared the glare, standing protectively behind her Rider with full intent to defend him if she tried to attack. This had been a long time coming... He had been pushed around, kicked and mistreated since he first started trying to become a Rider. He just dealt with it for years until eventually he'd get pushed too far and his commanders would pass him along to someone else. Those out of the chain of command tended to respect him. Many of them wondered why he wasn't a Captain. The reason was simple.


He was a Gatomen.


@Mystik

 

[Soviet Panda]

"I do believe she wants you to stop acting the ass." Connor said, face not showing if what he said was a joke or not. That gatoman, it was people like him that gave his, their, kind a bad reputation. He had gotten through his training in a much different way, by not letting it all get to him. Some people had... negative, views of them. It certainly didn't help when one screamed at their superior about being spoon fed everything they've ever gotten.


Buras, meanwhile, felt more and more awkward as the little thrade went on. He didn't like this conflict, not one bit. It wasn't how members of the same squad should treat each other, and he frantically tried to divert attention. "Who needs a Hammer?" he rumbled, his excitment and glee only slightly forced. They were still going to play a game, he always got excited about games he can participate in.

 

[Mystik]

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Her mouth split slowly into a solemn frown. Her suspicions had been right - other Riders really did believe that she'd been given her position without having to earn it. Dreav's eyes had widened by this point as well. To insult his rider so lowly, to dare say that she'd been given everything. The albino dragon quickly keeled back, roaring loudly as flames spewed threw his clenched teeth and into the air. He slammed back into the muddy wallow with an intimidating rumble shocking its way through the ground. I'll end them.. I'll rip every organ of theirs into bits... Dreav's voice echoed loudly through the training grounds, the rather young and reckless tone overwhelming his rationality (the little he had in the first place). Though, strangely enough the tan rider atop him gently pats his head, rubbing her hand between the spikes that grew off his skull. "I appreciate the gesture.. Stand down.." Her voice cooed soothingly into Dreav's ears. Despite his raging desire to rush the arrogant pair, he laid himself down with a loud huff. The woman unclipped herself from the saddle she had made for Dreav many years ago with her own two hands. She slipped off the saddle, her boots splashing into the dirty water. Her hand reaches to the blade that rests strapped to her back in an ornate sheathe crafted from the finest leather available, wrapping around the hilt made from a dark oak. Her arm slowly slid it from its resting place, the brilliant shining metal revealing itself.


"If you could possibly think that I'd judge someone because of their appearance, you are as arrogant as you believe I am,". The woman walked toward Kuro, who sat mounted on his dragon. Despite being faced with the Whiplash's availability to utterly crush her, she didn't show a droplet of emotion. "I'm sorry for the actions of my superiors. The reports that they have written were objectively racist in some aspects, however they all have proven to me that if anything, you are the one who is being given everything. You have had three chances now, and you've fucked up two of the three. Think about it - your record more than proves that you should be ejected. But someone higher up is keeping you here. You're being given chances and throwing them away like an immature asshole!" She finishes her sentence on a shout, then raising her voice as she proceeds her speech, "Who made that saddle you sit your ass on!" The fist that is free of her blade slams into her own chest. "I created that while trying my best to assist the elderly. Trying to get through school, and trying to cope with the death of the one man who could cheer me up!" Her guard is not lowered, however she does start to show signs of slight distress. "I... I have worked just as hard as you... The only difference is I've done things that don't get through your thick skull! I make the weapons you fight with! The armor that saves your idiotic existence! I give you the tools you need to do your job!" She huffs. "When I'm not doing that, I try my best to comfort those who are to pass. So yes, you're correct. I haven't led Riders into battle. I haven't worked as hard as you to become a Rider. But I'm so many things than just a Rider! That's the difference between us! Now if you want to get my position... You're going to have to fucking earn it. That means you can't keep acting like an ass just because you don't like people. Now, if you really think you're better than me, come down here and fight me like the man you claim to be!"


She raises her blade up to cross horizontally over her body in a defensive position, her shoulders rising and falling shakily. Thick clouds of breath show in the crisp morning air as she stands before Kuro, awaiting his response cautiously.