by AustralianChaos » February 10th, 2011, 3:11 pm
Darwing eventually found the dragon he had nearly crashed into, and for a moment, he was mesmerised by the sheer uniqueness of the sight. She was completely different from any of the Sea Clan, having wings instead of fins, and her hide being covered in a feathery coating, similar, yet different, to that of birds. Her physique was remarkably similar to his, although she was smaller by a noticable degree, and seemed just as stunned to see him as he was to see her. In a state of mild shock, Darwing was only kept airborne by instinct as he stared rather blatantly, not realising what he was doing, simply too gobsmacked by the appearance of this 'new' dragon to realise how impolite he was being.
Darwing was eventually snapped out of his trance when the female twiced her head and ears, in a signal of some sort, one that Darwing did not know at all, before she turned and flew off at a slow pace, obviously heading somewhere, yet not running from him either. His curiosity taking voer, especially since this dragon had yet to give him the customary insulting greeting the Sea Clan always welcomed him with, he slowly turned and followed her, trying to figure out what was going on, as his shock started to morph into a mix of curiosity and confusion.
Soon enough, the feathered dragon lead him to a high precipice, and Darwing had his way to it and landed with the careful grace of a dragon experienced in flight, although his did give his wings a tired, pained stretch, wincing as the overused muscles protested. He had been flying non-stop for quite some time, practically since he had left the Sea Clan behind, and now that he was on solid ground again, his wings had quite plainly had enough. Folding them gingerly by his sides, he turned to face the dragon, intended on giving her a cautious greeting, by losing the words before they could be voiced? Would she even understand him? Was she merely luring him somewhere where she could bully him all by herself, like the Sea Clan dragons always liked to do? Stalled by his nervous hesitancy, he said nothing, and merely sat down, looking at his forefeet, clearly submissive, despite his obviously superior size.
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Bor'red knew where his mate would be...her favourite rock, her one quiet, private place where she was often left alone, had almost become her new home ever since Darwing left. Even in his thoughts, Bor'red spat the name with venom. He didn't care that Darwing was his own child...he hated the mutated, freakish abomination. The cursed child brought shame on him, and to this day, he was still hard-pressed to believe he could have fathered a child like that. But, completely unaware of Aimara's affair, Bor'red did believe it, and that made him hate the winged fiend all the more.
But as much as he hated Darwing, he still, in some deep part of his soul that he rarely tapped into, cared deeply for his mate, Aimara. He may not be the most loving, caring, or even gentle mate, but he wanted what was best for his 'normal' children, and for her, and that involved making them strong...physically and emotionally. And right now, Aimara's emotions seemed to have snapped.
As he sliced through the waves towards Aimara's favourite rock, he spotted a younger dragoness who, judging by the blue scales, could only be Odet, and judging my Aimara's curious mix of sadness and anger in her body language, it was obvious she had come to make another scathing comment regarding Darwing. The whole clan had become more and more open in their hatred of Darwing now that he was gone...if that was even possible.
As Odet left, Bor'red approached Aimara with mild caution...he figured her mood was tense, at best, and knew she could be just as vicious as him when provoked. He had heard the parting words of the young dragoness, though, and understand that part, at least. "Come on, Aimara," he said calmly, about as gentle as his voice ever got. "Odet's right, laying here is not accomplishing anything. And you know that th-...he's not coming back," he added, pulling himself short before he called Darwing something nasty. No point fraying her already-fractured mood. He was gone now, and not coming back...and Bor'red could live with that just fine.