.:Evil's Prize:. (Actual RP)

Caricon saw he wasn't the only one with magics anymore. He jumped up and landed in the middle of the forest running at Elven speed until he saw another dragon in the sky. It was a small lost one. He took a deep breath as he shot up his vines shooting under him until he reached the dragon. He smiled and then was unable to continue the spell. He jumped forward trying to jump on the dragon but failed. He then began his unconous desent to the hard ground.
 
Camille's jaw dropped at the scene. Not only was there a dragon right in front of her, but also at least three other people surrounding it, as well. An elf had even mounted it, somehow. I have no chance here. she thought, backing away from the clearing before sprinting back to her campsite with all her might. It took less than a minute to retreat back to her tent, where she grabbed the rest of her gear and started heading out for a new area. It wasn't long, however, until the girl spotted yet another dragon fly overhead.


"Today must be my lucky day!" she cried out with joy as she set off in that direction. It looked like someone else had the same idea, though... Wait, is that the same elf as before? Oh god, is he falling?
 
(Caricon shot his vines up to meet the dragon. Fell unconous and is now free falling only your dragon can save him.)
 
Tarkus YO :3, he shot vines up to the "Young dragon" as he ran away but failed mid way and fell)) 
Paris Apollyon


Paris looked as the elf simply ran away, he scowled and muttered "Coward.." he looked around and noticed he was the only one in the field and surrounded by about 3? 2? dragons. One letting out a intensely creepy voice, and the one that seemed to be stormy as well as one flying above that seemed to have caused the snow. "A bit too many for my liking honestly, but I guess I'll have to take one of you with me." he said, not really in a threatening pose. He looks at the dragons with interest and curiosity. He wonders how they would act, especially the electric one, She may show some appreciation. Unless dragons are as cold and bloodthirsty as they look.
 
((Oh. Okay ^^"))


After being attacked by crazy green stringy things which were known as vines, Tarkus began to panic as he watched the weird long eared man fall to his doom from above. A curious look on his face, Tarkus remembered when his mother had dropped a human man from about the same altitude he was at, that man died instantly as he hit the solid ground. But, what if the ground wasn't solid? Many questions ran through Tarkus's doughnut shaped brain, but he pushed that aside for now.


"Why don't you have wings?" The young dragon spoke as he easily swiped one of his claws towards the falling elf, catching him by the collar of his tunic. Chuckling lightly, Tarkus suddenly realized that if he would attack him once more! Flying a little lower to the ground, Tarkus tossed the elf over to the top of a sycamore tree, making sure he didn't die. Tarkus was too young to kill someone! It was scary and mean!


With that, Tarkus hurried away with another blast of wind as his powerful wings pushed him off. "Bye bye, long eared one!" Not wanting to be caught, the young dragon still had so much freedom left to live! He couldn't be tied down to just one elf. Okay, now he just sounded like his older brother, admiring the female dragons.
 
Caricon flew through the sky as the dragon had saved his life but not his bones. The elf landed on a tent destroying it. As the tent fell, several of the elves bones shattered. As the body stayed limp in a stasis trying to get the energy to wake up.
 
Hunnyhelp said:
Caricon saw he wasn't the only one with magics anymore. He jumped up and landed in the middle of the forest running at Elven speed until he saw another dragon in the sky. It was a small lost one. He took a deep breath as he shot up his vines shooting under him until he reached the dragon. He smiled and then was unable to continue the spell. He jumped forward trying to jump on the dragon but failed. He then began his unconous desent to the hard ground.
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(I don't think that your vines could reach that high...)
 
(That explains it. ._.)


Senthuriax


After finding that the elf had shot up into the air, he snapped at the vines from which he'd taken off in. Unfortunately, it did nothing, and for a reward he felt a weapon, of course Senthuriax roared in pain and turned to look at his next foe. Without warning, he lunged towards the human exposing his deadly, toothy mouth before attempting to snap them shut upon him giving force. But of course, he didn't know if he had gotten the chance to taste his blood.


(Sorry, it's short. :c)

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(I think I'll come in just add to the hype.)


Ravelus, flying high in the sky, feeling the breeze in her face and underneath her wings. What would this day bring this day, she wondered. As she prepared to land and begin her day, she noticed a dragon, mostly likely Senthuriax fighting a seemingly tough fight. She growled and dove down to aid her kin, not landing or bearing her fangs or claws, but turned to Senthuriax? What is going on here?" Ravelus asked, keeping her eyes opened.
 
Paris


Paris looked as the dragon went to bite and grabbed the wooden spear. Throwing it into it's mouth recklessly to stop the biting as he jumped away. The wooden stick snapping as he rolls away. He sees an opportunity and prepares for his attack of fire breath. It was ironic that he was going to hurt a dragon with their most known attack. As he blew a dragon suddenly appeared above him, the surprised messed him up and only burnt the stick slightly as he stopped mid way "4 Dragons...Either I'm really lucky or really unlucky."
 

Senthuriax


Before he could even set a tooth on the wretched human, he choked on a spear that was shoved into his mouth that somehow weakened him. After coughing up blood and the spear, his scales stood up with the presence of electricity surging through his body. At this rate, Senthuriax ignored all happenings and just wanted to kill this idiotic human! Roaring, he hissed at the flames spat towards him until a fellow friend had arrived. Still ignoring, he yelped with anger.

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Rideg Tûzkár


As he flew through the clouds it was almost like a storm of snow over the land. The hot air clashing with the cloud wind wisped across the ground. Rigdeg was satisfied and now knew he could hunt. Flying in place He noticed the big quarrel of mortals and dragon, He chuckled slightly, "fools each and everyone of them." He then saw a girl ((Camille)) outside from the conflict, He stooped his head lower angling himself to nose dive to the girl. She was beyond far enough to get her even so the snow wisping around would give him perfect cover, Hence nickname "Silent whit death." He begins a nose dive right for the girl. not making a single sound in the air as he touchs down right in front of her, As he lands gusts of wind blow out from under his landing able to knock her over but it wasn't terrible as he leans forward into her face about a foot away. The air from his normal breathing was colder then the air itself and his white crystal eyes starred into hers with silence

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Paris


"Okay, Nice dragon...I'm sure we can figure this ou- OH NO WE CAN'T!" he shouts as he runs away from the electric dragon, he was surrounded right now, and wasn't really in the mood to be eaten. He notices the lake up ahead as the dragon is sparking with electricity, it seems pretty mad and it's charging at him at him at full speed, with it's weight he wouldn't be able to stop so quickly. Paris jumped for the rocks on the lake, not wanting to be near the dragon when he landed in the water. As he landed he twisted his ankle and cursed loudly, a few more rocks and he could make it safely, he starts limping towards the next. slight hops as he goes through the chest deep water. "Damn it Damn it Damn it!" he is close to shore. He removes his steel chest plate rapidly to be quicker, taking off his shirt as well. "Why is it so damn cold! It's SUMMER!" he says, he didn't seem scared. Mostly exhilarated and fired up. His eyes glowed with that burning passion of his. He was only steps away from the other side now. The dragon was probably here by now.
 

Senthuriax


Watching the human run, he charged after, leaving deep footprints in the soil, before he dashed between the trees just a few feet away from his second meal. As Senthuriax watched every movement, he noticed he fell but immediately got back up. Roaring, he was only feet away! But wait, a lake in his view? And now he's wading in it? No!


Senthuriax halted has his feet were the only parts not seen in the water. He couldn't go any further. Screaming with his element, he gazed upon the prey. Fascinating, he lost it. But was Senthuriax dumb enough to not know he had a pair of wings that still function normally? Obviously! Taking off in the air, he swooped in several directions, trying to get the perfect position to strike.

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Camille watched the scene take place above her, completely confused and tons of questions running through her mind. She watched as the large dragon swooped through the air, catching the elf in an attempt to save him, and dropping him onto a tree moments later, which was in the direction of her tent.


As she stood there, hesitating about whether to follow the dragon or to investigate around where the elf had landed, the sky above her soon turned dark and clouded as icy wind whipped around her. Camille shivered and rubbed her arms as snow began to fall from the ground. She held out her hand as if confirming if it was real or not. "What the...?" she mumbled, not even noticing the dragon diving towards her until it was too late. A strong wind pushed at her and caused her to fall backwards.


She was too shocked for words when she looked up to see the icy beast staring at her face-to-face. While propped up on one elbow, her other arm was snaking its way towards her rapier, her hand just hovering over the handle. Her breathing grew heavier with every second, and her eyes would be widened if not for the singing cold on the dragon's breath.
 
Caricon staggered up and saw the ice dragon attack a mortal. Probelly the one with the tent. He reached his hands forward and summoned the volcano vines. They were so hot they could melt ice. He sent them as they hit the ice dragon and wrapped around it. He then fell over as his vines stayed, he was using up all his energy but the spell would stop when the dragon took off. Caricon fell unconios as he kept the spell.


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Paris


As Paris noticed the dragon halted but the water still touched him slightly. It quickly flew in the air, trying to get into position. Paris had gotten out of the lake by then. He looks up at the sky as the dragon tried to get a good diving position. He runs into the trees for some cover as he dries off his gauntlet. It was his best weapon, he stays behind a large tree, staying quiet
 

Senthuriax


Before he knew it, he was staring at a pile of beached rocks instead of his prey, hissing and rearing to inspect the area, he stayed in the air still, swishing powerful winds. After looking at the ground for nothing he made a powerful flap and started to cruise over the trees finding the perfect place to land at and search for this abomination.


Landing with a growl, Senthuriax looked around, searching for it. Lighting crackled beneath his scales as he gained much power by having an angered emotion. After gaining power, he "twitched" and fired a bolt at a tree, leaving it fallen. Walking around some more, Senthuriax was severely pissed off, and trickled his spines.

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