Daylight Savings

Raiding

The sky was dark, but up above the clouds, warm and cool colors were like one. In harmony with each other, and splattered around like watercolors upon a canvas as fluffy as clouds and as sharp as the night sky. Having the ability to fly was the definition of freedom. America, a dragon, a dragon whose species is not common whatsoever. His species resides with the dark and the night, his black, smooth scales for camouflage within the night. Light weighted, and large wings advanced for speed and agility. And one's element of plasma itself. Gliding within the night, the cool smooth wind rushed past him as he looked straight forward. Unlike dragon hybrids, purebreds could shift between a full-on dragon form or a hybrid between humans and dragons. Hybrids do not have that ability. He had a lean body, accustomed to a flatter head with small 'spikes' and 4 ears running down his head. The second ones were the longest and primary ones while the others were progressively smaller. His wings were bat-like, and his tail had a set of dorsal fins right below his wings, and at the beginning of his tail. They were able to be folded in and out depending on aerodynamics, and tail fins at the tip of his tail. The tail fins are much like his wings. Spikes that progressively got smaller going down his tail, and located on the sides of his tail. His species resembled a mix of an axolotl and a black panther. While also having retractable teeth.

As the night went on, it was quiet and calm, the only sound of wind rushing past and howling in the distance could be audible, making America's ears perk up every time, yet only very slightly. His pupils dilated to narrow slits and he rolled his eyes with annoyance. His attention was turned away and brought to the sudden sound of humans, fighting dragons due to a raid. America looked down at the clouds below him before diving beneath them, the wind passing him quicking, so quicking it conducted a screeching sound. As to help out his kind, he shot a plasma blast to a post that some humans were on top of. The plasma shot was purple, before turning to fire once it had hit the wood. America's tail fins and dorsals outstretched as he glided briskly over, as it was night he wasn't seen easily. Only once he covered the stars with his jet black scales he was slightly seen. His blue eyes looked down upon human civilization, before he shook his head as if he was shaking off water. Swooping down and letting out another plasma blast before flying right back up. Dive bombing.

Russia rushed out of his house once he heard the rest of his people fighting and capturing dragons, before hearing one shout out "Fury!" Some ducked, with their shields covering them when America let out another plasma blast. Russia stared straight at the rapidly moving dragon. Before running over to Ukraine's place. He made the swords, nets, shields, and such. Russia usually helped, due to him not being the most liked around his people. "Get back inside!" A woman yelled as she ran past Russia, Russia didn't listen and kept trying to make his way towards Ukraine's place. That's when he was grabbed away before America plasma blasted that area. "What is he- What are you doing outside?!" His father yelled at Russia, not like all the other humans were yelling, known for having loud voices, like a dragon's roar. He didn't answer, and it was so quick before his father was called over to help some other's out with a wyvern-like dragon. Russia immediately started heading towards Ukraine's place again. Bursting open the door. "Wow- no need to be so hostile, you already broke that door last time there was a raid." Ukraine muttered, as he sharpened a sword, before looking over at Russia. His eyes showed sarcasticness as we sharpened the sword. Russia just rolled his eyes before asking, "Fury?" He asked clearly, and roughly. Ukraine just nodded, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

"I could shoot down that dragon and kill it, it's my only chance to finally be liked and have a good reputation around here. I'll be useful for once." Russia muttered to himself, his eyes brightening up with hope. "A fury? I heard the one in this raid is a night. Good luck shooting it down in pitch darkness Rus." Ukraine let out a snarky comment, being slightly annoyed by Russia's muttering. "Mind picking up a sword and sharpening it? or , I don't know..help around?" Ukraine said with sarcasticness again. Russia looked at the pile of swords, nets, and axes that needed to be sharpened or fixed. Russia's hopeful expression turned blank when he saw it. Looking back at Ukraine with an expression that said, 'Really?' Before he picked an ax, and started sharpening it. "You doubt I can kill a night fury?" Russia asked, seeming genuine. Ukraine took a moment to answer. "Kind of, I mean- what makes you think you can shoot it down and kill before getting killed yourself?" Ukraine asked back, also seeming genuine. "Those people never come back alive to tell the tale of a night fury." Ukraine said Russia knew Ukraine was right. No one has ever killed a night fury, but Russia wanted to be the first. From going to a disappointment to some cherished and praised for being known to kill a night fury.

Russia smiled at the thought. Dropping the ax when in the dead middle of sharpening only one side of it and running out the door. While running passed a few people until he was at an empty cliff. Looking over at the night sky, hearing a few roars in the distance from dragons. Then he picked up on the moving figure of a night fury. Muttering to himself, "Come on..come on...just give me something to shoot." Russia waited as he stood, holding onto the triggers that would release the net. The night fury swooped down, dive bombing and shooting a tall structure by Russia. Russia hesitated, but pressed the triggers. Releasing the net, and a loud screech was heard, the night fury falling out of the sky in cased in the net like a shooting star. And landing right near the coast line. "Yes! Yes! I hit it! My life can get infinitely better!" Russia cheered for himself. Full of excitement, before a dragon came up behind him. It's claws crushing the item Russia used to shoot down the night fury. Snarling under its breath. Russia turned around, his excitement transitioning into disappointment and started running away, as he didn't have anything to defend himself with. "Great- Just great!" Russia yelled in frustration as he ran, the dragon, being a monstrous nightmare, chasing him. Russia hid behind a pole, a pole which had hay on it that was used to be flammable and had fire on top. The pole reached up into the sky only so much to keep the dragons away from the ground, even though their scales make them fire proof, humans didn't know that.

As Russia waited there, as the monstrous nightmare blasted out lava-like fire. Russia turned to look behind before the monstrous nightmare was on the other side of him as he looked the opposite direction. Russia's father intervened, and threw an ax near the dragon, missing as the dragon moved its head away. Snarling at Russia's father and quickly sprinting towards him. Russia's father quickly picked up a hammer and threw it at the dragon's head, the dragon shook its head after it was hit and hissed. Before lifting off the ground and flying away. Russia moved away, running away from the scene instead of watching. He would've rather gotten home and yelled at by his father. Before he heard the post fall down, that cage-like bowl with burning hay in it rolled off the cliff. Hitting multiple layers of the island. Making Russia flinch at every one as he kept running. Panting as he started getting out of breath. Dragons were flying off, knowing they had one the raid as they took sheep, pigs, fish, and cows away with them.

Russia rushed into his room, quickly taking out a map and started looking around. Trying to map out where the night fury he had shot down landed. Russia searched frantically. Looking at where he was and where it could've gone. Russia traced his finger along the map as he tried to pinpoint where the night fury could be. Fearful that it would break out of the net he had trapped it in before he had gotten to it. Russia could taste victory as he pictured how it all could go to. Him being loved as a son, and praised as the next leader. A smirk plastered on his face as he thought of it, thought of killing that one dragon. "This dragon will fix everything." Russia whispered with victory in his tone.