WOF Script
Wings of Fire Winglets–Warrior
Roleplayed by JALIT
Part 1
It was a cold, dark, damp, miserable prison cell, holding a stunning SkyWing the brilliant shades of dark vermillion, crimson, and coral red, with green eyes. She wears a horn cuff, earring, and ring all made of ruby enclosed with gold, as well as an amulet made of a heavy intricate chain, moonstone, and skyfire. Her gaze is blazing hot as touching an inferno, and she seems to emotionally burn everything under her glare.
The sound of clanging metal. The SkyWing narrows her eyes and hisses softly.
Amber: About time that ridiculous SeaWing–Pike, I think–is coming with my food. And this time, it'll be the lasssst.
Pike stalks in, with all his grayish-blue scales and armor with several medallions featuring an engravement with some sort of whale, and a narwhal spear made of three sharp metals twisted together. He snarls when he sees Amber, clutching a narwhal spear and a few tiny morsels of crab.
Pike: Give me a good excuse this time.
Amber (flicks a bone of her last meal at him): We-e-ell, I COULD flick my CLAW and FRY you to a CINDER.
Pike (laughs): Oh, I assure you, Amber, I am in no range of your firescales. Especially in that water with electric eels.
Amber glares through the bars. Even Pike takes a tiny step back. She opens her mouth, fire brimming. Give ME an excuse, she thinks bitterly. I'll be back. But for now, say goodbye to your hottest prisoner yet, literally, and practically.
Pike snorts, and fishes out the right key from a ring of many keys.
As he unlocks the cell, Amber springs out and burns Pike, knocking him back to burn. A scream that would burn eternally through the silence.
Amber (licks her lips with distaste): Well, THAT was boring. It seems that just like Grandmother Scarlet, I have a desire for thrill. Hmph. Time to escape.
Amber bounds out of the prison room, into a maze of many cells. The alarms were blaring, seeming to blind one's sense of hearing. ARE YOU DEAF?! they seemed to announce, BE SEAWING, OR BE AFRAID!
Amber: Well, I WILL be deaf if they don't STOP.
By now, SeaWing guards are pouring through the entrance, blocking it. The ceiling of the prison fortress is a cavern ceiling dripping with sharp stalactites. Gritting her teeth, Amber swoops towards it to avoid being a pincushion for narwhal spears. The SeaWing guards are launching narwhal spears at Amber like she's a carnival teddy or something. She dodges most of them, but a few strike her on the right arm. A gash appears, blooming bright blood. Amber falls to the ground and the SeaWing guards gather up and carry her roughly away to another cell.
Part 2
A more roomy but equally dripping damp and humid miserable prison cell. Four new dragons crowd around Amber, who is unconscious in an uneasy light sleep, growling ever so slightly occasionally.
An impressively strong and large lime-green RainWing with an unusually thin long tail, and sprinkles and dots of fern green on her scales. Her only adornment is a chain of brilliant magenta flowers with golden-yellow buds and luminescent gold beads. She is lashed to the ground in heavy chains, the way Queen Coral keeps her most dangerous prisoners.
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