[Open] Soaring Silver

[moneytwin]

Who: Vex'ahlia and YOU!
When: Late Full moons at the end of of Ieneuer (before and after the 28th)
Where: Aefenglom and the Wildes
What: Flexing her wings, Vex puts in some flight time in her dragon form, as well as seeking out any signs of mysterious missing citizens..
Warnings: Failed kidnapping attempt violence (see plot comment here). Other warnings will be updated here when applicable!

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I. Flight So Fancy
[ With a solid meal the night before the Change, the silver dragon taking wing in the middle of the city has gotten used to using the roof top garden as a launch point.

With feathers fanning wide, even the cold weather doesn't put her off from taking literal wing!

The warm up lap takes her around the full length of the Bright Wall, before she veers away, though she'll certainly give a fellow flyer a good race - be they witch or monster, Vex is happy to test her speed! Otherwise, silver and blue make for a glinting shadow that skims over the thick banks of fog still settled around Aefenglom's farmland, the outskirts and about the woods close to a familiar Mirrorbound-run forge.

And with so much snow around, practising landings is easier.

(And softer, when the distance gets misjudged. Again.) ]

II. City Defender
[ The change doesn't prevent her from lending aid to the outer city's defenders. With the disappearances a concern for all and the numbers increasing, Vex is willing to offer flights to anyone wanting to patrol from the air: she can manage one passenger of reasonable size, and carry more weight than meets the eye. More people are holing up inside, meaning many streets are empty of the usual crowds - surely someone suspicious would be more noticeable?

Otherwise, she might be found skulking on the outskirts, wings folded tight and tail whipping back and forth, draconic frustration rising with the lack of clues as to where people have gone.. ]

III. Dangers For Dragons
[ ...And it is on the fourth day, when accompanied by her bear, that Vex herself near becomes one such victim.

Trinket bursts out of a side street, a clatter of plated armour and the scramble of paws on snow as he hard banks to one side, before he resumes a hurried dash. There are yells of surprise as he gallops past citizens more used to his ponderous ways. But when he spots someone seemingly capable, someone seemingly strong, or (even better) someone he knows, the bear will roar for attention and skid to a halt, eyes wide and face expressively frantic for an adult brown bear.

Help! Help! His Vex needs help! ]

IV. Wildcard~
[ Want some other encounter, in or out of the city? Non-dragonified form pre- and post- moon also available! You can hit me up here for plotting! ]

Comments

[moneytwin]

[ The number of times Trinket has been mistaken for a turnskin are a source of amusement for Vex. However, now would certainly be a time where his lack of human speech is a hindrance rather than a help. As it is, it's clear that the bear is frustrated when the fists are slowly lowered, then given a "...What?" -- he knows that tone, and his ears flatten back, a low moan given in response.

Please! He turns, looks back at Rude, then lumbers a few steps forward, before pausing. Waiting. Then that low moan again, still edged with worry. ]

[grandspark]

[Rude couldn't belief it--but he was doing it anyway. With a small frown and furrowed brow, he started to follow the bear as it lead him away. The gesture was all too easy to read as it began to walk away and then look back as if waiting for him to follow. Like a dog trying to lead someone somewhere.

As strange as it was, it maybe wasn't the strangest thing in this city. With that thought in mind, Rude succumbed and reluctantly began to follow the bear. It did seem mighty worried, he was pretty sure of it now. It obviously wasn't looking for a fight and it had the presence of mind to ignore most people around it. But it specifically sought out someone to follow it away so--might as well see what the fuss was about.

If it was a trap, well, he'd deal with it accordingly. With fire and fists. Fighting would, at least, warm him up from this cold. And relieve his boredom.

So he followed.]

[moneytwin]

[ The bear stops and starts a few times, staying still only long enough to reassure itself that yes, the burly big dragonman is following, before reversing course and heading back the way he came. Even in armour, Trinket moves swiftly, his size belying the speed he can reach when truly pressed.

And if he's looking for relief from boredom, Rude will soon have it served directly: firstly, in the form of flying body that gets flung out of an alleyway, and the bear snarls in fury at the black clad figure.

Down said alley, heavy scuffling and shouts are audible, along with heavy leathery beats of what can only be a wing (singular?) striking out around it, and the muffled rage of something not human. ]

[grandspark]

[Rude slowed to glance down at the black clad figure where it landed. Something down that alley sure was pissed off. Ignoring the body, he rounded the corner to the alleyway and took a look at what was going on.

From the bear's reaction to the black robed figure Rude figured he knew which side it was on. Looking at what was going on, it wasn't hard to decide that the figure and its companions were being disruptive assholes. Even without knowledge of the recent kidnappings.

Besides, there was a certain amount of kinship to be had when staring at a fellow dragon trying to defend itself from a bunch of bullies attempting to capture it. Rude felt a rage build up inside of himself at the sight.

It didn't take him long to move into action. He went after one of the accosting figures in black, fist raised for a hard punch to the unsuspecting target that he chose to hit from behind. No honor for the wicked, just punishment.]