Just a normal day? (Private- Those invited already know)

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It's been a long day. With alot of dragons pushing, yelling and laughing. A normal day for Caili. Finally she'd have found a place where she thought she'd be free from their mockery. She had found herself a small cave to lay with, in the swamp.

Today had been, terrible, no that was not the word.. chaotic. Her siblings were as always after her, mocking her for her size. And this time she couldn't just get away, they had her pulled back every time she had tried to get away, but now, it actually seemed to have succed. As she layd there infront of the small cave she let out a low sigh, only to let her head fall down laying in the mudd, really pathetic. Her eyes closed as she'd enjoy the cooling feeling of the mudd over her body.
The sun who had been up all day were now gone behind the clouds, leaving the swamp in darkness.

Thoughts running around in her head, as hatred started boiling in her. She hated them, she hated her family, wished them away, gone from this world. She would show them, she planned her 'revenge' to her siblings, over and over again untill the thoughts slowly disapered as others took over. How could she even handle them? they were bigger than her, stronger than her..

Vesanus remained motionless, focusing on simply nothing as he kept his disfigured head raised towards the sky. How long had it been? Time had seemed to escape him, not even his crazed mind offering some form of an explanation as he heard the approaching of another …

Vesanus arched his neck over his shoulder, remaining in the same spot simply staring with his good eye as another dark scaled form landed by the mouth of the cave …

“Its a trap set by Nerokius! They’ll surround father and ….”

Vesanus raises a claw, as if to silence someone stood beside him rather than his own thoughts. He slowly made his way towards the mouth of the cave until he could hear the voice of the newcomer. Vesanus had seen him before, perhaps only once but he remembered this one.

“Strike now! While they are unaware of you! Rip the scales from his throat and …”

Vesanus heard the back end of what he assumed was the trackers conversation, about returning to the refuge. Perhaps he had been been mistaken. Vesanus stopped, turning a few paces backward before lowering his back two legs to the ground, allowing him to assume a seated position, awaiting his father to exit the mouth of the cave.

Vesanus’s one good eye never left the two forms by the entrance to the cave.

“Just in case …”

The roaring skies masked the wingbeats of Atronax, but alas as he got within a certain reach, Nerokius head craned towards the skies as he sensed him.. Every motion from the wings became so very clear that a dragon was approaching and shortly after, he was visable..

The dive towards the ground had Nerok get up onto all fours in defensive manner, but the scent got to him as he reached the ground and the size was both seen and felt through his eyes and spikes, followed by the voice of the scout and with a nod, he turned his attention away from Atronax and onto Tenebris, inside..

"My Lord, excuse my interuption.. But you are requested back at the refuge, at once it seems.."

His head bowed his a respectful manner as he awaited Tenebris answer or action, even..
However, as much as he respected the Grand Vizier he had a duty to perform and he turned his head back to Atronax with a stare..

"Return to the keep and inform them that he is on his way with me.. You do not stop for anyone.. And I mean.. Anyone.."

His stare fell away from Atronax and now onto Vesanus where his head and neck craned alitte more.. In a superior manner.. As he was.. He was Vesanus superior, wether he liked it or not, he answered to the captain as a guard of the refuge

"You will take the rear, Guard.. I will take the front, understood?"

His tone was as commanding as his voice was deep and rumbling.. It demanded attention aswell as fear.. Which was likely accepted, due to all the battles he had fought and the battles he had won..

Tenebris seemed to perk up from his weary luxurious laid position as the commotion from the maw of the Cave drew his attention. His glare snapping viciously from Cailira towards the entrance, his neck extending fully, almost a whole head longer. An early cool summer chill filled the air as suddenly everything became more vibrant and animated as Tenebris’s primal instincts causes his talons to grasp, initially merely scratching his dark ink stained claws across the cold stone floor before finally rising to face the potential intruder.

Tenebris flares his wings open, making his dark foreboding form all the more imposing and domineering before he finally heard Nerokius’s voice radiate through the cave. Tenebris paused quizzically before he then readjusted his composure, his wings folding once more close to his body in an almost a mock form of a cloak. Regarding the echoing force, Tenebris was satisfied at the situation unfolding, with a snide smirk spreading across his features wolfishly as he moved his way to Nerokius, now gracefully maintaining his regal posture with powerful strides. He nodded at Nerokius’s statement humbly.

Raising his right forepaw, extending his talons he gave a dismissal wave in reply to Nerokius’s words. “Very well then, I will be a bad precedent to remain out here any longer. Despite the relaxing atmosphere. We’ll make haste then”, Tenebris’s voice was discordant yet as ever well cultured as usual. With that Tenebris allowed the noble Captain to take charge of the retinue, Tenebris has always been a one for strategy and intrigue but his practical experience in Military matters was lacking.

Vesanus simply stared at Nerokius, pondering a response before simply grinning, almost laughing as he bowed his scaled head, perhaps too low in a sign of mockery.

“Very well Captain, a wise choice. We certainly need someone trustworthy to watch my father's back now don't we?”.

Vesanus slowly rose using his hind legs to push himself into a standing position, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he moves closer towards the others by the cave. The rain, although not as heavy as before, would still fall upon the dark scaled monstrosity as he lumbers towards the form of the Captain and his father. Despite his hatred for Nerokius, Vesanus had to admit he did demand respect, most likely from the combination of his militaristic commands and his sheer size.

After watching Nerokius take formation and slowly rise to the skies, followed shortly after by Tenebris, Vesanus allowed himself to watch for a brief second, almost curiously, observing both his father and Nerokius. After a short time, not wanting to endanger his father through letting his mind wander, Vesanus unfolded his wings and began the ascend skyward himself.

On the journey home Vesanus constantly kept his senses in check. Nerokius was quick to dismiss the other nightwing from earlier. It could …

“Still be a trap? More than likely he’ll wait now though, the other one mentioned that Tenebris’s whereabouts was in question”.

Vesanus pondered on this. He could be right, but still, the behemoth of a nightwing could knock Tenebris from the sky as easily as if his father was a mere fly if he wanted too.

“He could try. But that would lead to his own demise …”

Vesanus allowed himself to keep his attention focused mainly on his surroundings, though not ignoring his thoughts until the silhouette of Shadows Refuge could be seen in the distance. Vesanus allowed himself a sigh of relief. They’d made it back with nothing to worry about.

“ … This time …”

Atronax would incline his head in acknowledgement to the Captains orders, his vast wings unfurling from his body and spreading into a canvass of black against the fading sun. Before taking off, he waits for the briefest of moments with a tilt of his head as he witnesses the form of the Grand Vizier coming into view.. As if to confirm to himself that the Vizier was indeed in the cave.

His gaze then fell upon the second guard protruding from the maw of the cave. His narrowed his pure white gaze upon Vesanus in a scrutinising manner. Something did not sit right about the stranger with the Tracker. His silent addled thoughts echoed distrust even on the physical surface which Atronax astutely picked up on. His sight never left Vesanus as he slowly turned his back and prepared to take off.

Upon confirming to himself that the situation was under control, the young hybrid gave a single beat of his wings, sending the dragon high up into the evening sky in the blink of an eye! A harsh cracking sound arcs across the air as the tracker gives a second beat of his wings to propel him forth like a bullet, ripping through the torrential rain and wind back towards the Refuge.

Nerokius took the front as they all went back to the refuge!

//Out//

Back at the refuge, Claudius reared his head. He'd been guarding the entrance for a few hours now, and it wasn't the most exciting of jobs. Apart from a stray wolf that wandered too close, there wasn't a soul in sight. That didn't mean he slacked off - He was as attentive as ever. He just snorted often to indicate his lack of action, and his lack of approval at that. With a rumbling sigh, he gazed upwards into the sky. "Only a few more hours until my wings can take me into the sky again..." he mused to himself. He looked back down, and noticed movement closeby.

The wolf.

He leveled his head with the wolf, who'd fit in his maw whole. He exhaled hot air in a rather amused fashion. This wolf had balls. His sapphire orbs gazed at the animal, who stared back at the behemoth. "Unusual." Claudius rumbled, before exhaling again. This time, the wolf yowled in the heat, and turned to run. The big black dragon shook his head. "Almost." He then sat up again, and resumed his guard duty as normal, keeping his eyes open for anything. Nothing'd pass by the elder dragon, no no. Except perhaps a wolf.