Grand Celebration *NW and FW*

Oculus stood on a small slope overlooking the charred battlefield from the FireWings flames. Grass was burned, stones turned, and metal puddles beneath the walls that once 'guarded' their foes. The battle was over, and the dragons had emerged victorious. There had been no fatalities, a remarkable feat for this troublesome battle. There were injuries, however, some grave and others not. Now was the time to celebrate their victory, the human menace had been removed from the old EarthWing lands! Goal accomplished! Oh, how there would be much deserved celebration and partying. Those that knew how to cook were already using the flames of the FireWings to make delicious steaks, gatherers foraged for berries to decorate the food, and others helped bring in the wine that they had stored for just this occasion. The others just seemed to stand, maybe chatting, but waiting. Oh how Oculus wished Tempest was here instead of the infirmary, giving speeches were dreadfully frightening. He really wished someone else would give a speech, but as he was the only standing leader, it seemed the duty fell upon him. Clearing his throat and waiting for those gathered to silence, and also noticing those that had been busy stopping, he mentally cursed at having the attention drawn to him, but he kept a cool composure on his face. "Well...what can I say but congratulations my fellow brothers and sisters, and of course our lovely FireWing cousins? We have done it, we have removed the bipedal scum from the lands, and have once again returned it to the rightful rule of dragons! After countless hours of training, with those nights of aching muscles, and the callouses formed under our paws from tedious hikes, all that hard effort has paid off! YOU have risen to the plight of dragons, and YOU have overcome the challenges and defeated the bipedal humans! So tonight, the night is in honour of you! Tonight, we celebrate the fruition of your hard labor, so with one last order for the night, as I'm sure you are all sick of hearing orders from me," he said with a grin and a wink, "I order you all eat and drink to your own satisfaction, and celebrate! Congratulation mighty NightWing and FireWing warriors." With that, Oculus abruptly ended his awkward speech, remaining where he was for now. If Delillah was near him, he would ask her to put a skeleton crew on guard duty, the shift no longer than an hour and no more than one shift, with those on guard having at the very least food and a companion. The humans that had been captured had been dumped into a 20ft ditch with a net put over it to prevent their escape. They'd be dealt with later. For now, he waited to make sure everyone got busy celebrating and enjoying themselves before trying to slip away to the infirmary to dismiss sLy as long as the patients were stable so he too could enjoy the night.

Ferrum was one of the first ones to the food. He picked up a single steak in his mouth and walked off, trying to find a place where there weren't too many dragons. He couldn't stand large crowds, and there was a huge one at the celebration. Making his way near the pit where the humans were being held, he huffed and threw his head back, throwing the steak in the air and catching it in his mouth. It was a fairly small steak, so Ferrum was able to down it in one go, but it was a little charred, causing trouble for him as it went down his throat. He sat down and continued tasting the burnt steak when he heard some of the captured humans from the pit. They seemed to be yelling about something, but Ferrum didn't know (or care) what. He turned down towards the pit and growled at the disgusting humans. They had plagued the lands for long enough. It was a blessing that they were out of the way. He looked back up at Oculus and tried his best to smile, happy that their leader had led them to victory.

As Shade listened on to the speech he couldnt help but think back to the fight he just went through.''Good job out there kid one more for the record books,''demon thought to me.''Heh yeah i guess so we did good we did good,'' he thought back.After that welcome he slowly strode over his long hair covering his face hoping not to be seen he would never openly admit it but he hated contact with others but he endured what he had to endure for the betterment of his clan.

He quickly took a piece of steak quickly heading back into an area not to be seen which regrettably was very hard.He then silently started munching on the freshly cooked meat.''Heh just the way i like it quite finely cooked to perfection if i do say so myself,'' he thought as he quickly finished his meal turning his head back to the rest of the ceremony.

FireFly calmly walked in and scanned the food options. "Hmmm... Sheep... Deer... Oh! Cow!" she hungrily picked up a piece and glanced over at the sheep. "eh.. Some sheep wouldn't hurt..." she picked a a large flat rock and placed her food on it before walking over to a dark corner, thankfully no one got in her way so she wouldn't have to hiss at anyone. after making sure the corner was hers she sat and lit her mane on fire. the soft crackling comforted as she was still tense from nearly losing her skull. it ha nearly flung of her face when a dragon swerved away from a spear, then bumping into her. her dimly lit mane gave her a bit of light to she her food. setting down the rock she placed an arm around her food protectively and ate. The sheep was better than she thought it would be but the cow was PERFECT. she licked her lips and continued to eat.

It was a beautiful, glorious day for the FireWing and NightWing empire! By some miracle of luck, they had managed to prove victorious over the human menace. The same human menace that had taken out the EarthWings, one of the strongest tribes in Pyyria. It really made no sense how that was possible, but Jansi didn't question it! Now was a time for celebration! They sauntered across the place where the celebrations were being held, unsure of what gender they wanted to be at the moment. When they spotted Firefly, however, they smirked, and took on the appearance of a dashing male, his scales vibrating different colors, before finally settling on his usual fiery appearance.

Stepping over beside Firefly, he smirked, "Hello, my lovely dragoness. Firefly, was it? The name's Jansi, if you don't remember me," he said with a chuckle, staring over at her.

When the battle was won, Aviur nearly collapsed in his relief and exhaustion. His first battle, and it had nearly taken all life out of him.

Sitting on the charred grass, panting hard, Aviur raised his eyes to the Emperor of the NightWings. The only leader he had a twinge of respect for. He admitted, the fifteen year old was a little frightened of Oculus, but he didn't tell anyone. I mean, the dude was creepy. He looked creepy, he sounded creepy.. Everything about him was just plain creepy.

As he heard the dragon clear his throat, he fell silent, raising a brow as he listened to him talk. When Oculus said, "as I'm sure you're all sick of hearing orders from me," and he chuckled and winked, he held back a snort and mumbled, "Yes, we are," but only loud enough for himself to hear. What? Don't judge! He was exhausted, shaken up and was sore all over. He'd never fought so hard in his life. How did he even get here? Admittedly, burning everything he saw to a crisp was a wonderful pastime for him, and he was ordered to burn everything he saw! To a CRISP! That part was really enjoyable.

His throat was slightly sore from breathing so much fire, and his teeth would probably be black by tommorow, but oh well. Bad breath wasn't as bad as bad injuries.

The MOMENT the Emperor ended his speech he hobbled over to the holes where the surviving humans were kept. As he peered down at them, he narrowed his eyes. They really WERE quite puny, weren't they? Worthless, he thought as he swished his tail loosely from side to side.

Grinning evilly, he teasingly spouted smoke from his nostrils, enjoying the reactions he got. "You would neber stand a chance against my flames," he muttered, before hobbling over to the edge of the area. Breathing a stream of fire at the ground to heat it, he stopped moving and collapsing with a groan.

He was on the victor's side. Thank the gods. Had they been the losers, he wouldn't have had the strength to fight or run. Or fly, whichever you prefer.

Placing his head in his front paws, Aviur folded his wings to his sides, enjoying the heat of the FireWing flames radiating from the battlefield.

He was bleeding. His leg was throbbing, and there was a deep scratch from an arrow that he had swerved out of the way for by a whisker. Scary. Had it impaled his chest..

Banishing those troublesome thoughts from his head, the proud dragon nearly dozed off there and then, but he merely lazed about, breathing heavily as he tried to ignore the pain in his leg.

When she heard the voice her mane flared up as a warning. She immediately looked up only to see it was Jansi. Yes, my name is FireFly. I remember you just fine Jansi... She paused and straitened the skull before speaking once more. "What do you want?" She was tired and bruised, she had had to many close calls. once spear had nearly blinded her in one eye, another had hit grazed her shoulder. She yawned and let her flames die down a bit, still giving of a nice glow and crackling quietly. she nibbled at a bit of sheep as she waited for Jansi's answer.

Tempest laid almost frozen across the ground, furs having been dragged across her to keep her warm. Even for a FireWing, Tempest was cold and her flames remained unlit due to her chest aching in pain as her leg felt numb. The giant bolt had been removed from her, but she could still feel the pain of it, having damaged the organs near the entry wound. However, it wasn't the pain that had woken the dying Queen. Lifting her head, she could hear the dragons voices, then becoming silenced by someone. Her mind struggled through the haze, trying to figure out who it was again.

That's right, Oculus.

The Queen silently listened, thankful that at least her tent had been separated from the other injured dragons. The last thing that she would need or want was for her FireWings to worry about her. Tempest tried to move, shifting her paw underneath her in an attempt to push herself up. However, the searing pain of simply moving caused her actions to cease. A small groan came from her as she placed her head back down, a small sigh coming from her muzzle.

Tempest was, at the very least, thankful that no one else had seen the grievous wound that was covered by bloodied bandages. However, as she couldn't actually move and join her FireWings in the celebrations... With a heavy heart, she stayed on the ground, feeling frozen under the furs as she listened to the victors chatters.

She wished to join them... But the Queen was in no condition to even consider moving.

Mythryl was casually wandering around in the shadows. She had listened to their Emporers victory statement, and Mythryl was rather amused. But her mind wandered elsewhere, wondering where the male dragon who she had found interesting had gone to. Stealing a small rabbit and eating it quickly, Mythryl wandered towards the tents housing the injured. She felt somewhat sorry for one of them, a larger tent housing the injured Queen. Mythryl hadn't been there when the initial bolt struck but was there to try and help stop the bleeding and rip the thing out from her.

However, her mind wandered away from the past, a small sigh coming from her as she looked around to try and find a few lone NightWings to celebrate with. Most of the dragons were in groups, talking to one another. Sighing, the lone dragon wandered around the site, not knowing what exactly what was going to happen. So, instead of continuing her search, Mythryl decided to go on guard duty first, not minding being alone as she kept an eye on the surroundings, wanting to make sure that the dragons in the camp were safe.

For the moment.

There was no rest with the type of work he had dedicated himself into. Another war won, yet he had a never ending war of his own. At least he was able to keep up to avoid any casualties, with all his patients in separate tents and stable. All but one of them. The Firewing Queen was the spearhead to the assault, and no surprise to be the one who would suffer the most severe of injuries. A bolt severing a few vital vessels. Had it been shot just a little more to the right, it would have struck her heart. He did not wish to be the one to leave his post with the already injured to help someone more... important. An hours time wasted to play the hero and extract her after the fatal blow, and with not even a praise from any dragon to come with it. He supposed life worked in mysterious ways.

Her wounds were far too severe and not even with a team of magic using healers could help keep her stable. The bolt was removed at the very least, but she was dangling on the very threshold between immense pain and the soothness of death. It was not the risk Sly would want to take while she was at that state. The best he could do for the time being was blast her with a generous amount of numbing mist and pray.

He prayed that she would survive long enough for her body to begin its own natural recovery. At that moment would be the perfect time for the healers to start healing her wounds. But if Sly had to make an honest prediction, it would be a miraculpus stretch to think she would live until then. The true reason he gave her his mist was... at least... if she does pass away, she would do so with no pain. Sly stepped out of the tent and, with a stern look on his snout, dismissed all the healers and tell them to go celebrate.

He went into another to check the next critically wounded, a loud speech from the Emperor himself echoing from afar but muffled within the tent in a manner that it was no more than senseless babbling. This patient was already stable, but a sad expression on his snout indicated that he did hear the joyous roars of the distant soldiers, both victorious in their battle against humans... and their battle with luck to be among the healthy in the aftermath.

Sly walked out of that tent and looked left and right. Rows of tents, equally spaced and identical, stretched as far as his eyes could see, choking out the green that was below them. The air reeked of faint traces of powder, blood and sweat, as well as fumes from smoke that also formed a mild smog over the skies above. He sighed quietly as he remained outside the Firewing Queen's tent. How could he tell Oculus of this? If anything, he would have just told him the honest truth and predict that he was stoic enough to bare the emotional toll it could carry. But he had sensed there was some closeness between the two leaders.

Better to tell the truth than to tell him the illusion of what he wanted to hear.

Sly's ear perked to the rustling of a bit of remaining grass and saw a sleek tail disappearing behind a tent. He would have investigated but he learned to pick up the smallest or most subtle of sounds and identify who would it belong to. Mythryl. Now that he thought about it, Mythryl was also one of the rescuers. She was not injured, but neither would he expect her to be the type to join their celebration.

Sly could not leave his post. Not if the injured needed at least one healer on premise if something horrible happens. He perhaps should not have dismissed all his healers. But he was not hungry or rather fond of talking at the moment. And so he remained outside Tempest's tent, taking light naps.

Oculus watched the crowed slowly go off on their own devices to get food and just generally have a good time. Once he figured most of the spotlight was off of him, he swung by e food area, grabbing as much food as he could into a makeshift basket, before heading off to the medical tent are? Thankfully, only one dragon was severally injured, and the rest were only minorly with no deaths. Manuevering into one of the tents, ignoring any angry protests from the medical teams there. Oculus would dismiss any staff he saw that sLy had not already dismissed. Oculus spent time visiting each tent no matter who the dragon was, FireWing or se that slept he left food for and quietly left, while those that were awake he spent time talking to, and if they seemed energetic enough, he would help them up onto their feet and bring em to the party area, helping them sit there. While not able to actively participate in the party,may bringing all that could move and were awake to the party area, the wounded would at least still feel apart of the celebrations. It would only be after he had helped every wounded dragon to the party, letting those that were asleep sleep, that he would make his way to Tempest's tent.

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She wondered if they really thought she had abandoned them completely. No, her beloved tribe was still under close watch by her. She received frequent reports of the tribe's activities. When she learned of a joint operation with the NightWings against the humans she rushed to the event to observe. Any dealings with the erratic NightWings had to be closely managed less they find an opportunity and exploit it. By the time she arrived it seemed they had already won. She gathered Intel on the situation by disguising herself as an unassuming FireWing hatchling with her strong magic. Among the merry making she was hardly noticed slipping under the legs of those around her. The amount of merry making was unusual directly after the war with all the weight of the injured still upon them. The reason for this became clear as there was a unholy amount of dead in that there were none as of yet. This had to be the blessing of a god a matter she would have to look into later. For now her priority was assessing the vulnerability of her tribe. As she weaved her way through the area it progressively became more and more clear just how remarkably close the two tribes were working with one another.

After hearing some chatter about the FireWing's gravely injured leader, Kenina rushed to find her location. Her discovery only led to further confusion and concern within the ex-queen. This brand new joint collaboration and the FireWings guards are few and relaxed. What's more the only competent looking one is a NightWing. Such lax security was appalling. If the NightWing leader were to make a move now would be the time and she imagined they would have done it by now. Regardless of the trust so evident in the air Kenina would stand guard in the tent. No force would move the supposed hatchling staring so intently at the current FireWing leader. Hopefully her slip into the tent and presence there would be missed as that would lessen any complications.

Confliction also waged within the young Celestia. She had wanted to join in the fight and prove to Occy she could become an assassin, but her Astral side would have none of it. With her collar removed by Nimbus her powers had no restraint something her Cele side would have no control over. The results would be catastrophic. In the end though the Cele side actually won though by the time she arrived it was already over. Looks like there was lots of fun to be had though. Even if not all agreed on Cele's definition of fun. She initiated a random short range teleport something that didn't require a lot of skill for Cele to do. It wasn't actually random though as a strong magical presence influenced the location of her end teleport destination. Out of nowhere she appeared above Sly and fell on his head with her stomach to the sky. Embarrassed of her fumble she remained still in hopes nobody would notice.

As the crowds started pouring in and chatting with one another Aviur cracked open an eye, the fire reflecting in his gaze. His eyes were dimmer then usual, so it was easier to see his small pupil now, which made him look a little less creepy. Or at least, he assumed he looked creepy.

Exhausted, Aviur knew the only way to gain his strength back would be to open up his sail. Doing it in public though was an intimidating thought. But he had to do it. The flames on his claws were barely there, and his general body heat was too low to be safe. He'd used up almost all his flames trying to blow up the human defenses. Great.

Rising, Aviur made his way over to the remains of the human side of the battlefield, keeping a safe distance between him and the tribe members, but he was still within earshot if he ran into trouble.

Using the last of his flames, Aviur breathed as much fire as possible, burning up his remaining energy and creating a nicely sized flame. Walking into it, he laid in the fire and opened his sail, lashing his tail.

It folded in two and opened to the sides, exposing the impossibly red flame on his back. His very life source. Gazing at it with respect and love, he watched the small flames slowly begin to return to their former glory. His body started heating up, and Aviur sighed, relaxing as his strength started to restore, bit by bit. He'd still need sleep, but this was just to recharge his batteries in terms of fire power and actual strength. His mind sharpened with each inch his flames climbed, and the heat was wonderful.

Chilling like it was nobody's business, Aviur took the time to observe. From what he could see, there were a few dragons that stuck out from the crowd. There was Oculus, obviously, surprisingly assisting both NightWing and FireWing. Huh. Then there was a dashing looking male clearly trying to get a female's attention.

Gaze shifting to the tents, Aviur caught a sleek tail disappearing into the larger tent that clearly housed the queen. Immediately he felt agitated. Despite the fact he disliked Tempest, she seemed a bit mad from what he heard, she was still the Queen, which meant she was under her tribe's protection, and that included him.

Starting to rise, Aviur was taken aback by a dragon, male by the looks of him, stopping outside the tent. He seemed relaxed enough, so there was nothing to worry about. But.. Woah.

Aviur felt curiosity rise within him as he gazed at this dragon, noticing he wore a mask as he took light naps. He looked so cool!

Rising, Aviur left his flames, closing up his sail as he approached the NightWing, curiosity overcoming him. He hadn't seen him around before. He had an air of mystery about him, and what was the point of mysteries? To be solved.

Stopping to the left of and behind the mysterious nightwing, Aviur spoke.

"Cool mask. Where'd you get it?" he asked blatantly. Talking wasn't his strong point. He was just curious and wanted to know why he adorned himself with the mask. Not even two seconds letter, he started Bombarding the poor male with countless questions.

"What's it made out of? Is it dragon bone? Did you make it? Do you wear it a lot? Is it made specifically to fit just you? Is it enchanted? Does it protect your face well? How old is it?"

There appeared to be a small crowd gathering outside one of the larger medical tents.  Curious as always, Ferrum began to make his way over, hoping that no one would notice him.  Hiding behind one of the smaller tents, he peered out from behind it to see who had gathered there.  The only dragons that he recognized were Oculus and Sly.  The rest remained a mystery to him.  He didn't bother to meet new dragons, as he felt that the company of himself was already enough.  As he was watching the others with interest, he didn't notice that he was leaning too far forwards to look out from behind the tent.  Before he knew it, Ferrum had fallen forwards with his face in the dirt and his body left exposed for others to see.  He hoped that no one had noticed him and quickly got up, trying to mask his embarrassment.

Delillah stood beside Oculus her sharp silver gaze wandering over the two dragon kins that were assembled before the Nightwing king to listen to his words of glory. Together the two different dragon kinds defeated the pesky useless humans that had roamed the lands for far too long. Her gaze then moved towards the pit that held the humans that had survived the battle, however soon they would come to realise that they would not fear death but grow a desire for it, for what they had become was far worse than death. They ere now slaves, toys to the mighty dragons and for the sake of the occasion Delillah allowed something to cross her maw, it was a mixture of a smile and a smirk.

It had been a long exhausting battle. She'd been drained by far more energy than initially planned, yet there was not a second she hadn't enjoyed the feel of the slick and thick human blood in-between her claws, scales and teeth, that now still covered most of her body hiding the few wounds she wore. Unfortunately at one point she had gained a longer wound along her neck  that would remain as a scar and she would have to get it checked at some point, perhaps her little shadow in training could aid her at that.

Once oculus finished she gave his orders to the guards which nodded and disappeared immediately. He too was gone before she could turn around and so she watched him leave towards the food area as she remained atop the hill debating whether the disappearance of one of the still live humans would be noticed. A shame it would, they were under direct watch of the guards. She always did prefer her food alive. None the less Delillah decided to give her body a rest, her scales would return to their usual glistening obsidian coloured state and her tail spikes would flatten down as she held her head high and waved of the rest of her shadows. They had been waiting for her signal to leave and enjoy the festivities and so they too were now allowed to relax.

"Just came over to congratulate you on winning that war!" he said, cooing softly, his tail flicking a bit, his beautiful, slender body catching a bit of flame, though it quickly died down before anyone could notice, "It really is a miracle. Winning that war with no deaths on our side. The dragon gods truly are looking out for us, wouldn't you say? Those pesky vermin didn't even know what hit them!" he said, laughing, his voice smooth, yet rough, and very handsome, combined with his facial features.

Now was the time to spring his trap. The young dragoness looked tired, and clearly did not want to deal with him right now. Jansi may be arrogant, but he's no fool. He'd cheer her up before he decided to flirt with her. And besides, if worst came to worst, he'd leave her and go check up on the FireWing queen. He had to go look her over anyway, just to be safe. After all, he still had the hots of her. Another flick, this time from his ear, and he stood confidently over Firefly.

"You're injuries don't look all that bad. You still look beautiful, as always. And they'll heal up quickly, don't you worry. In fact~" Jansi reached over and pulled something out of a satchel around his neck. It was a sweet smelling herb. The smell was tantalizingly good.

"Add this to your meal. It not only tastes delicious, it helps numb the pain. I've been passing it out to all of the soldiers. A little something I found while studying." Jansi would say, with his iconic grin, and a small, leathery chuckle. once more.

Footsteps.

Voices.

Searing agony through her chest.

Presence through the room, chatters, steps, breathing.

The Queen groaned, her breath ragged and quietly rattling as she tried to inhale. She was weak, and she was beginning to feel incredibly nauseous. Tempest pulled her tail across herself, it's long form laying in circles around her as she shivered, feeling cold as the blood loss was barely stemmed as she felt it still trickle across her bandaged chest.

The footsteps became louder, but why! She had requested that no one came near her, Tempest didn't want her potential last memories of her to be a pathetic Queen which was taken down by a single bolt. For a few moments, she resented the NightWings, blaming them for the fact that she was stabbed through the chest by the darn bolt. Then again, without her troops, the NightWings would have had a much harder time dealing with the troops.

But who would take care of her FireWings? She had been the choice of Kenina and if Tempest fell without choosing the next leader, she knew they would tear each other apart without a second thought in an attempt to try and claim the throne. FireWings tended to be more aggressive than understanding.

Suddenly, there was a crash, then a booming voice.

Instantly, Tempest's eyes shot open and, out of pure instinct and habit, she tried to shove herself to her feet, her head would swing to the sound of the incredibly loud voice. Tempest only managed to half stand before her stomach turned in on itself. Her face paled, and she hit the ground once again with a heavy 'thump', before she threw up crimson across the ground, unaware of the former Queen in the tent, however, it was clear that so many dragons near her were causing Tempest her distress.

Mythryl, after a few moments, saw the familiar black dragon across near the Queens tent. For a few moments, the horrific moments of dragging Tempest away burned in her mind and she looked down, feeling partially guilty. It had been part of her fault, she was one of the ones who had to destroy those weapons.

And she had failed miserably.

Tempest was dying because of her, and Mythryls face was downcast as she felt she was the one who caused it. With a heavy heart, the NightWing made her way over to him, instinctively keeping to the shadows on her approach. As the adorable little Celestia toppled onto his head, Mythryl felt her heart melt as she smiled warmly. It was a rather adorable thing, and Mythryl idly wondered what Sly would do if his own children where to do something like that. Figuring that it wasn’t the time to even have such thoughts, Mythryl shook her head and continued to move through the shrubs towards him.

However, before she could hug the one she loved, one of the FireWings, Aviur, had beaten her to it, and thus, she wasn’t able to make such a bold statement. The dragon proceeded to question Sly about his mask, something that Sly wore with pride-and always smirked under.

Angry, Mythryl made her presence known with a quiet hiss as she seemed to form from the shadows around fifty foot away from them. She quickly approached them, her maw moving quickly as she spoke, “It would be considered mean, or if not rude to ask such questions. To answer simply, it's a mask. What he does with it is up to him, in all ways. Further conversation would be incredibly unwise as you seem to be unaware that this is the area for the injured-it’s not a place for common chit chatter, it’s a place for rest. You need to leave.” Mythryl scolded, morphing her anger to the fact that they really shouldn’t have been talking in front of Tempest’s tent and away from the fact he was interrogating Sly about his awesome mask.

Now was not the time nor the place.

“It’s not a place for talking, you need to go elsewhere.” Mythryl said firmly-before her blood seemed to freeze. From within Tempest’s tent, there was a rather loud sound of something hitting the floor before the sound of liquid was seemingly cast across the ground. Her eyes widened as she looked to Sly, gesturing for him to do something, then she turned to Aviur, “You really need to leave.”

Then as the thump came from Ferrum, she groaned. “Okay, everyone who isn’t Tempest, Sly or Oculus, come with me. Or Celestia...” She would demand, leaving very little room for question as she would lead them back to the ground where she would talk with them. Once there, she would offer them food and inquire Ferrum and Aviur as to how they were feeling after the war, as Mythryl had a small tear through her wing due to a bit of a slip. However, she hadn’t told Sly nor anyone else as they all had bigger issues at hand.

Somewhat he lost track of time on how long he had been standing in the same spot on standby. He could barely sleep anyways, not with the putrid air continuing to make him sneeze and the distant cheers and laughter as the celebrations continued for only Astral knows how long. Even if he decided to join, he was never that fond with such celebrations or socialising with just everyone in the Nightwing Empire. He predicted he would end up being the loner in the shade eating by himself, waiting for time to roll by before he could go back to his duties. It was difficult picking the right friends among this flock.

He heard the grass rustling beneath him, but he saw no one nearby. It was very close, like it was right next to him. Perhaps it was just the wind, but then again, it could be a small dragon sneaking by causing trouble or some mischief. There was nothing to be had from these patients, but Sly supposed he should check up on Tempest right now. Just as he turned, what felt like a rock slammed against the top of his head. He snarled, closing his eyes in a daze just as he heard a mass toppling onto the ground before him. Sly shook his head, snarling a bit as he recovered, his mask still clung onto his snout as he investigated this small black mass. Was it a statue? It appeared to be a small dragon. Hissing a bit in pain, Sly looked up and around him. The only high ground near him was the hill some metres away where Oculus gave his speech. There were no silhouettes of dragons. Hello? Sly said to himself in a curious tone as he walked up to it. He was about to turn it around when an actual silhouette of a dragon approached, then stopped.

Oculus.

Sly stopped as he looked at his Emperor and his good deed. A basket of bread and meet and he was coming in and out of each tent, his basket getting noticeably smaller. He should be in range to see Sly clearly, but it seemed he took his attention on one of the livelier patients as he could hear the muffled chatters behind the cloth. The reminder that he may have to disclose what was happening to Tempest made his heart jump. It would make this situation even more of a predicament if Oculus held expectations of Sly to ensure a full recovery for Tempest. Sly could not heal everyone. He admitted to that a long time ago before he even became a medic. However he would tell Oculus, the leader would not be happy.

While he waited, he went back to looking at the small lump that fell on him. Instead, what he saw next was a Firewing. A very curious one who decided to come here to immediately talk about his mask. Sly stared at the Firewing with a raised eyeridge. Perhaps too curious. After he was done, Sly allowed a brief pause between them. It is nice to see you too. At that moment, another dragon seemed to have spoken his mind about how rude the series of questions were and demanded that the dragon leave this area. Mythryl. Sly’s eyes widened a bit from furrowing, and he was relaxed at the sight of her. She could not have come at a better time, especially if he needed to keep a clear head for those like Tempest. Still, it was far too much attention than what he really needed now, and although he hated to be rude against this Firewing, it is true that the patients here needed their peace and quiet.

Sly gave another light stare at Mythryl. She was serious, much like a guard truly dedicated to their job, He somewhat hoped that she would, perhaps, cast a glance that she acknowledges him or something. Sly offered her a genuine smirk and a nod, an expression to thank her for what she is doing.

The feeling was short-lived when a loud thud came from inside the tent. Sly turned quickly to face it, then ran inside. There was, indeed, a hatchling inside here with Tempest, who seemed to have tried to roll onto her legs but opened up the bolt wound in doing so. The multiple layers of bandages were completely drenched in red. If Sly had another healer with him, he would have told them to get the hatchling out as he would push Tempest back onto the bed. But seeing that he was alone, he had to allow the hatchling to watch. Sly closed up the tent, his claws fumbling over one another as he had to work quickly. Using his own strength, he quickly pushed Tempest onto her back and, using his claws, ripped open the bandages. What he saw before him was a dark red centre and bits of pale white bone of her ribs exposed, as well as the articulating muscles inside moving like some large blob. Sly looked at the sutures. They were all torn apart.

Nimbus have mercy, Sly hissed between his fangs as he searched the bags next to her for the needle and wire. He quickly washed his already bloodied claws in a tray of alcohol nearby before pulling her parted scales closer together once more so he could sew them up again. As he did this, he tried to ignore any bellows or cries from the large queen. Actually, he would concentrate and huff numbing mist over her chest, hoping to numb it. But it would not change that she was going into shock and could die during this operation. He could not do all this by himself. Sly shook his mind from that thought. He had to try. It was too late to go out and find another healer to assist him. Trying to hold her down, he concentrated, trying to fight against the clock as he managed to pierce the needle through her once, then twice. He would continue, hoping she would remain on the spot without heavy thrashing or kicking until the new set of suturing is complete.

FireFly snorted in amusement. Of all the people he could have congratulated he had congratulated her. Most dragons thought she was either wired or creepy and stayed away from her. but he had walked up to her and actually talked to her. A miracle indeed. The humans never saw it coming! a sudden wave of depression surged through her and she stared blankly at her food.'And neither did Tempest...If only I had been there with her as her guardian i could have helped her...It's my job to protect her and i failed...' she shook her head and glared at the ground, her mane flared up for a split second but then lowered it's flame, still unusually high.

'there was nothing you could have done. you can't always take the damage for someone.' Mane flared up once again and another dark though ran through her head.You can't always take the blow... I should have taken the blow though... I should have been there to protect her. Tempest is more important than me. a tear ran down her cheek, hidden by the skull.

She was then suddenly snapped back into the world. She sniffed the strange herb cautiously before adding it to her cow and taking a bite."Mmm! This is great!" she licked her lips and continued to eat and soon enough the pain had faded. "Thanks for the herb Jansi." sh yawned and sighed. she glaced around and whispered quietly."Jansi... have you ever felt that you were the one that should've taken the blow?"

((Yay somewhat large post!))

Jansi watched the dragoness' reaction with slight amusement as she chowed down on the cow with the herb. She seemed quite content, he thought. If not... a little upset? He couldn't tell, considering the fact that she had a large skull on that prevented him from seeing her true emotions, other than the fact that she enjoyed the cow. He did think he spot a flash of something, but it was gone rather quickly. So he decided to shrug it off.

But then came the question. The question caught Jansi offguard, but then again, he probably should have expected something like that. He gave Fire fly a curious look, and decided to think for a moment. After all that had happened, the question was no doubt tied to the war. After all, in the heat of battle, you were usually so focused on yourself, you could sometimes forget your friends and family. Well, that was precisely why he didn't fight. That kind of exposure... he had never even trained to deal with something like that. He'd no doubt be torn apart.

"Ah, tis a question I could not give an answer that would help you, my dear Fire Fly. If you're talking about war, I'm afraid to say I've never been in the heat of battle. The most exposure I've ever gotten to battle was training back when I was a wee wingling, training at the age of 12. Never had the stomach for battle, so I chose the life of a scholar. But.... don't beat yourself up about whatever happened. Whatever made you ask that question," he added, a smile tracing itself on his lips.

"War is a violent thing. And it goes by so fast. You have to make split second decisions in order to stay alive. Whatever you did during that battle not only kept you alive, but it also kept your teammates alive. If you had taken that blow, you might not be alive right now to be asking that question. And that would be one fatality to the zero that we have right now," he added with a content purr. Hopefully his words would help sooth the beautiful dragoness.

sighing she looked down at her cow and pushed it away.taking a breath she began what had been haunting her that evening. I Know it's just that... Tempest is our queen, I'm a guardian It's my job to protect. But i feel like a failed her. I could have helped her. But i DIDN'T They can always train more gaurdians, but you can never find a queen or king that's the same as the last, or any previous rulers. pausing for a moment she stared down at her meal. DARN IT! this was what she was trying to hide from people! 'I cant get all soft with him-her? I don't know. I have to stay strong, just ignore the emotions... If they aren't there they can't hurt you... struggling to hold it all back her flaming mane leapt up and then doused it self, as if it was battling it's self. after calming her self she pushed the food away. I-I'm not hungry anymore.. sighing she doused her flams completely and curled of in the corner back facing Jansi.




OOC: Have an emotional Fire Fly. :I

Oculus slowly traveled over to the bigger tent housing the injured FireWing Queen, noticing a few commotions outside. He huffed at all the crowed, and began to immedietly shoo them all away. "Now now, off and go celebrate elsewhere, have some food with the injured near the other food. Come on, let her rest, and chat elsewhere." After letting them go off, he lowered his gaze, not bothering to tell off Celestia or the previous FireWing Queen, and focused his attention at the medic. "sLy, how is she doing? And no sugar coating." He spoke with little emotion, wanting the facts about the most injured of the group, wanting to know that she was fine, but wanting to know what he should be prepared for.

(Meh done rping Cele here)

In a way Kenina was jealous. Though in a reckless and risky manner Tempest managed to achieve what she had not, an alliance with the NightWings. It was suppose to be her own sons and daughters that would enjoy the dominance of a unification between night and fire. A monarchy that would reign over all and last forever. Tempest though was too naive and Oculus lacked any political tact to achieve this ambition themselves. Not that it mattered. Though it pained her to admit it was hard to see Tempest surviving her injuries. Kenina was no healer but she knew enough about magic to know even the most powerful of magic healers would have a tough time with this. Perhaps a semi god who specialized in the art could take care of this but to her well versed knowledge none existed in this rotation. Now doubt after her passing with no named heir Oculus would take over.

At that moment Oculus happened to enter the tent. Two NightWings and no FireWing protection for the queen. It was clear Kenina was going to have to reveal herself in order to insure nothing nefarious transpired. Changing to her true form and growing to her true size while simultaneously casting a spell on the tent to insure her bodily flames did not burn it; Kenina revealed herself. She hadn't met him before but she had been given a description and he met it. "A strange situation I find myself finally meeting you your highness." She said to Oculus with a nod.