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Post by Woodsy on Aug 4, 2012 14:11:43 GMT -5
Vyras sighed. "Fine, we do need to stick together," she said wrapping her tail around to pat Dase on the back. "What should we do about the vine dragons though?"
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Post by Tyira on Aug 4, 2012 14:15:01 GMT -5
"I don't know," he said with a sigh. "Recover survivors, I guess. Whatever we can do."
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Post by Woodsy on Aug 27, 2012 22:52:41 GMT -5
"I'll lead a party out. Prepare the caves for the injured. That is, if there are any survivors," Vyras said with a sad look.
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Post by Tyira on Aug 27, 2012 22:58:58 GMT -5
Dase gave a sharp nod and turned around. "I'll send volunteers. Go ahead and start making your way there." He reached the cave and explained his plan to those that would listen. About a dozen dragons sped out of the cave to follow Vyras. The rest of the dragons began to get the cave ready for whatever survivors that might be found.
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Post by Woodsy on Aug 27, 2012 23:44:39 GMT -5
Vyras flapped her powerful wings in anticipation of what they would find once they reached the valley. The dragons hovered behind her as she debated how best to enter the valley avoiding detection. Finally she decided taking the caverns which entrance rested just bellow them. Dipping her head down she dove.
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Post by Tyira on Aug 28, 2012 13:15:34 GMT -5
"Vyras," Vybuch called over the rushing wind, "where are we headed?" She was eager to do something useful, as she had barely done anything since she joined the Konan force.
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Post by Woodsy on Aug 30, 2012 20:07:03 GMT -5
Vyras barely heard Vybuch over the raging wind and continued diving towards the cavern entrance. Pulling to a stop at the bottom of the cave she replied, "These caverns lead down to the base of the valley. Previously we used them as a route to get supplies in and out with out the threat of sky raids, but now they have no more use." The last part was said sadly as she turned to look down the caverns. "Stay behind me or Tesak if this is your first time in this place. The path can be treacherous and many have easily mistaken a right path for a wrong path. Some few have made it out alive in such situations though most are not as lucky. Also don't talk. If the valley is still filled with enemies the caves can send our voices out to them. Once out of the tunnel walk or run but do not fly. Stay in the cover of the trees and look for survivors. They were a vine dragon tribe so if they did survive they would flee to the trees. That is all," she said, giving her orders with the firmness of a seasoned warrior. With this she took off down the long dark tunnel.
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Post by Tyira on Aug 30, 2012 20:28:48 GMT -5
Vybuch held her breath, too scared to think of even breathing. She began to walk, cringing each time her hooves hit the rock and echoed throughout the cavern. She tried to step lightly, but nothing would work. She thought to ask Vyras, but then she remembered her command: do not talk.
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Post by Woodsy on Aug 30, 2012 20:36:44 GMT -5
The clattering of stones down the passage made Vyras cringe. After lack of sleep and the terrible news her nerves were fraying. She sent a glare at Vybuch along with a nod of her head signalling fly. Whipping her head back around the florescent blue dragon propelled herself forward. Ahead a fork appeared. One way veering right, another plunging downward. This is unfamiliar Vyras thought. Landing in a snake like coil she pondered the scent of the air. Quickly she turned around and rubbed her snout in a silent question: Who here can smell the way? for it was to dark to even remotely tell which way had more light. Vyras herself was barely able to see.
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Post by Tyira on Aug 30, 2012 21:00:11 GMT -5
Shumë opened his mouth to make a clear passage to his scent glands. He shot Vyras a sharp look and jerked his head to the right. He acknowledged her nod of gratitude and continued to follow the dragon in front of him.
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Post by Woodsy on Sept 3, 2012 20:49:26 GMT -5
After acknowledging Shumë, Vyras slithered through the air down the right tunnel. Though there were many close scraps finally the group of dragons reached the end of the tunnel. "Oh no..." Vyras muttered at the horrible sight before her. The whole valley had been destroyed. Smoke still rose from the smoldering remains of the forest and, more terribly, vine dragons. "All of them... there's no way any could be alive," she heard a dragon behind her mutter. Turning sharply she snapped, "Quiet! Don't say that, there could still be survivors so, no mater how bad it may seem, we must look. And what did I say about talking?" Jerking her head back to the valley she swooped outside of the cave and down to the valley floor.
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Post by Tyira on Sept 3, 2012 22:14:24 GMT -5
Shumë again opened his mouth, trying to find a scent that wasn't riddled with death. But there was too much of the death-scent to make out anything else. Even if there were survivors. So he too swooped down to see of he could find something, anything. A tiny egg or an elder dragon, it didn't matter. Just something.
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Post by Woodsy on Oct 20, 2012 19:34:33 GMT -5
Vyras scanned the area of the valley looking for any sign of life, whether it was a pathetic little worm or a huge bulking dragon. All she saw though was corpses upon corpses of bodies, most of which were charred beyond recognition or completely turned to ash. "Great Daar..." she breathed out. Vyras gave out a low whine to signal everybody to fall back to the base. Whipping around the tears flew from her eyes as she beat her wings ferociously, the anger and sadness taking over her common sense for a brief second. This war, it was becoming too much for her.
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Post by Tyira on Nov 17, 2012 19:11:31 GMT -5
Shumë heard Vyras' signal and returned to her side. "It's alright," he murmured comfortingly. "They live in the Higher Place now." He waited for all the dragons to come back before they left. He spotted a Turpentine carrying an adolescent vine dragon. "Wait. Vyras, look."
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Post by Woodsy on Nov 25, 2012 16:45:15 GMT -5
The commander turned toward Shumë, who then signaled her to look behind them. There she saw it. The sole survivor they had found. The green bundle of hope was badly burnt across his back, and the red flowers that should have been in full bloom were withered and dying. "So they didn't kill them all. The vine dragons still live," Vyras murmured to herself. Snapping her head to attention she said, "He needs medical care. Who is the fastest dragon here?"
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