FOrty-eight LoVely HouRs lAterr, mate-
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They were in the desert, beneath a low, crimson sun, and Vel was dying. Possibility graced the heat-warped horizon ahead. It was all she could do to keep her dry eyes ahead, open, and alive.
The hybrid hung loose in her weak talons, a small, sun shriveled thing, scales cracked, rigid, and loose.
Vel took the brunt of the heat, shielding Alicanto beneath boiling scales. The orange blur below soared in her shadow.
The sun dropped below breezy dunes, and an emaciated trio soared into the shadow of Possibility.
Lueria sat up, squinting into the graying sky. Wind played with her dark hair, catching at the braids as she reached back and gripped the rotating generator, sliding a heeled boot against the welded metal base.
She swung the rifle around, grimicing when the fraid strap ran into her exposed neck.
The scope offered little assistance in identifying the approaching beasts, but she could tell easily they were of no threat.
The woman coughed on dust, then reached into the ragged coat tied round her waist, retrieving a thin com-link.
"Something's coming." She said into the device, leaning back to clear her throat and toss away the frizzing braids.
She sat in expectant silence, listening the generator's jerking pulse below.
"Identity," came Monzy's gruff voice.
"Yha," she murmered, running a palm cross her wet forehead. "There's two more coming in. Looks like a Sky or Rain," she kicked the rifle up on her knee again, viewing through the scope. The crosshairs centered on a gray, gaunty figure. "Nevermind. There's three. RainWing. Carrying someone, just a shadow from here." She tilted her knee. "And a Hive mutt. They're starving, hardly anything but bones."
"'At's clear, than, lass. Run it, I'll send someone your way."
Lueria dropped her hand, and jerked the rifle back. "Cool." She murmed, standing. The women strode across a dank row of stuttering generators with a quick foot, stopping at the building's edge to wait a moment in the dry breeze. A rusted, rebar ladder waited below, and she bent, hooking her calloused fingers over the thin, riveted steel.
(Dude I'm so tired. I've got to stop DOING THISS. It's not mountain tiiiimme aaahhhhthe letters are blurbing togetherrrr fr tho. I'll work on it more later
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(Ok so first of all why are they at Possibility, what is their goal, and second, who is Roe?)
The sun drifted below a dusty, smauged horizon, and the cooling air tempered her sizzling scales.
Vel landed on shuddering back limbs, clutching the ground with her free talons as she spilled Alicanto atop the sun-warmed, cracking blacktop. She coughed, a jarring, painful motion jerking the RainWing's entire body.
Vel's eyes flicked over the small, shriveled black hybrid, and she crossed her worn talons, sidestepping and turning her gaze.
The SkyWing sat a few yards back, leaning heavily on locked front legs as exhaustion manipulated the starving muscles throughout his lower half.
"Velaria?"
Her name echoed through the forgotten city, and Vel tilted her head up to the gray sky, panting.
A quiet moment passed, filled only with breathing, and the clinking struggle of balancing talons.
"Here, Vel." It was a woman's voice, her tone comforting and mirrored with thick exhaustion. Vel turned her head toward the blurred, tall figure, still wordless, still panting, rendered dumb by fatigue. "We are still here."
She nodded, a weakening motion.
"The others are here."
"They didn't leave," the dragon breathed through a trembling jaw.
"No."
Vel faltered, leaning forward as she limped toward the small, crusted hybrid.
The dark woman hesitated, a frown tipping her lips. "You do not have to bring that in, friend."
"He isn't dead."
The human turned slow on her gritty heel, voice quiet, but direct. "I know."
Vel slid a numb talon across the sand-dusted blacktop, gathering the limp, dry Alicanto against her scaled chest. She coughed again, limping forward on tight, breaking joints. Her wings hung loose and the tips dragged raw.
They didn't leave.
She hadn't been forgotten.
And she was too tired to think them fools.
Spured by emotion, the RainWing hobbled forward, holding gently the dying dragon at her side.
They were Roe's RainWings, the pride of it all uniquely satisfying.
And even without their human counterpart, the RainWings would yet carry the fire.
She was almost home.
(AH don't CHOKE on the CRINGE- seriously how else do I end it tho. I really did try to avoid it at all costs, but I must get on with my irl loiiifffeee SOB-
also, yeah, it's all chock full of adverb overload so *ahehe*
LETS PROCRASTINATE PROCRASTINATION
iM gOinG bAcK tO bEd-
Ajax was numb with exhaustion. Vaguely, he could see that he was on the blacktop, he could see the dragons beside him and the woman before him. But he was too tired to feel. He could see his own muscles spasming in his shaking legs, but he was so tired that this observation was more interesting than concerning for him. This is what happens when you are starving, he thought.
(Does ajax like or dislike Alicanto? I feel like I should at least acknowledge that he is dying) EDIT: The sight of Alicanto's suffering elicited a vague sympathy on Ajax's part. His emotions, his jealousies, all were forgotten with the thirst and exhaustion that beat him down. The most fierce and defiant act that he could manage was simply to remain upright even though the world was losing tangibilty. He had made the last flight, his lids were drooping, enough of the beauracracy, he just wanted to sleep. He just wanted water. Ajax's eyelids closed for far too long, scraping over scleras that were far too dry.
His tongue felt like paper, and there was a grit in his mouth and throat, as if he had taken a bite out of a dune thinking that sand was a good substitute for sandwiches.
He forced his eyes open again. They were painfully dry.
That was why his head was so fuzzy, why there was a dull ache in his skull over the past couple of days. Water. I need water.
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