JUMP IN: Dragons and Humans RP

(That'll work)

(Maybe either of ours characters can be on the run from something? Or both idk. I just woke up so I'm still a little brain-dead, so if u have any ideas go ahead and suggest x3)

(That'll work. Do you want to start?)

He recoiled a step in surprise. Then, he once again leaned in to stare intently at him. He chirped again with a smile. A very scary, animatronic smile

(I can do the runaway)

One would find themselves wanting to look around at the world below of up in the skies, but Mysha was a little preoccupied at the moment. Barely conscious, actually. And carrying her in his palm was her companion. And as he held her, silvery "hand" concealing her from view, crimson was slowly seeping from between one of the cracks of two toes. Hm. She was bleeding again. Angling large wings downward, the massive shape descended, landing on three legs neatly, the fourth setting the cargo down, staring down at her form, which was wrapped up in a blanket due to dropping body temperature. Mmm... there was bound to be some yarrow around. Mysha said that wound slow down the bleeding. Leaving her friend hidden in some bushes, the large being left the area, looking around for that pesky herb.

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Ah, finally! Yarrow. She was too big to pick individual pieces though, so she'd have to take the entire bushes. Before she could grab them though, she heard a road back where her ward was. Her paw, which rapidly was turning silvery, wrapped around the bush and yanked. Transferring the bushes to her mouth, she turned and ran back toward where she left, the silver seeping into view in a runny substance before hardening up. Getting back to the clearing, she noticed the other human and dragon. Snorting, more liquidy substance ran from her nostrils before hardening too. She looked like a hardened, goopy mess, though the metal looked softer where her limbs needed to bend. Spitting the yarrow bushes out, she didn't say anything, just watching them as she stood between them and her human, who wasn't even strong enough to peer through the bushes. They didn't seem to be looking for trouble, but one could never be too sure. She waited for them to do something so she could either attack them or watch them leave.

Hm. She was never one to like english. She found it to be quite a primitive dialect, unlike Draconian, the language of dragons. Studying him, her eyes, which had also been glossed over by the metal (humans apparently called it graphene), seemed to narrow slightly. Deciding that they weren't looking for trouble, she turned away and walked back to the bushes, where her ward was waiting. Grabbing her, she brought her out to the other two. Looked to be in her twenties, with darker brown skin and black hair braided. However, she was sweating looked thin and wasn't moving much besides weak breathing. The blanket she was wrapped up in with soggy and crimson in two separate areas, one closer to her shoulder and one a little ways lower. Having been moved, she stirred, opening soft brown eyes, squinting as she regained consciousness. She noticed two new faces though, and her brow bent. Her hand twitched beneath the blanket, probably to try and gra something, but alas, her weapon had been taken away before they'd escaped.

The dragoness grunted, sniffing at the human before stepping back. She pushed the yarrow bush toward him. Even though the human couldn't understand, the other dragon as she spoke "Mysha says this helps with bleeding... but I don't know what else to do. Those animals took her arm. Nearly took her leg too, but we managed to find a healer on the road." They couldn't stay for long, as they were basically being hunted like animals, willing to rip either of them apart, as already evident with her friend. "Is your human a healer?" She honestly didn't care, as she would take any help. Mysha kept her brow bent, wanting to move away though, but was too weak to do much else than breathe. The dragoness growled softly at her, basically telling her to get over it.

The dragoness looked skeptical as the other explained his human. Hm. At least he seemed to know what he was doing. Grunting, she answered "Humans are intelligent, empathetic creatures. I don't know what those animals were." Sure, they had human looks, but her mother had always told her that humans were nice. Most of them anyway. "Mysha lived with a group apparently, and from what I could tell they did not like dragons. Apparently we are invaders, despite having been here long before man."

Mysha tried to look skeptical, but she was so tired she only managed to look confused really. Still, it seemed that Ma'ait was okay with them, so she simply allowed the man to approach. Not like she could do much else. Her friend used a claw to open up the wrapping of the blanket. They had managed to get some prior help, judging by the bandaging wrapping up along her right leg. Her right arm, or lack of one, was not as fortunate though, bandages only able to try and relieve a stub. Both bandages wounds were soggy and crimson though, needing more attention. Most people would likely be groaning and crying in pain, but she was so numb and cold at that moment that she could feel much else than a dull throb.

Ma'ait shrugged. "There is nothing we can do, I suppose. Majority dragons refuse to rally against the humans. So, all we can do is fend for ourselves." It seemed to be dragon against human though, so it was just unsettling to know that they bad no problem attacking their own.

Mysha managed to snort at his comment. You don't say? Taking a breath, you could hear the rattle in her lungs. Then, she actually spoke. "... don't see many... kind people these... days." She blinked her eyes slowly, like it was a struggle to. "... you... running too...?"

Ma'ait tilted her head, which was still covered in hardened graphene just like the rest of her. "Hm. I am Ma'ait of the West Mountains. This is Mysha." Usually Mysha would be introducing herself, but she wasn't feeling up to anything really.


Mysha only hummed as Drake explained that he was no longer running. "Your people... not as intent..." Who knew how long she would have to be on the move, if she didn't bleed out soon that is. How funny that a stranger showed more concern than the people she'd lived with her entire life. "... shouldn't be... wasting." That medical supplies could be going to someone who had better chances, and even if she did live, it would take a while for her to regain strength anyway.

Ma'ait swishes her tail once. "West Mountain Dragons have the ability to alter their bodies to a degree of any material they have come in contact with. I exchanged skin for... um... well, Mysha says it is called "graphene."" The only thing they couldn't change when time came around was any organs involved with reproduction and pregnancy, as such changes would damage the babies. "It would be nice to manipulate elements, but it's just our bodies we can change." Her kind were essentially natural defence mechanisms, as they technically only had breath weapons as a projectile offense. "It's also a goal to find as many materials as we can, because the more you have the more authority you have." She then shrugged. "I haven't been looking lately though because I've been with Mysha."


Mysha looked skeptical, but used her own hand to take the pill anyway. after swallowing it, she asked "... how did you... meet your dragon...?" You didn't see many riders these days at all, and nowhere near her people especially. Her brows bent as she felt trickling on her right arm, only to look and remember there was no limb. Phantoms pains already, and she sighed. "Should leave... weak to die." One arm meant half of her movement was gone , and to her people that was dead weight. There was a part of her that was glad she hadn't died yet though.

Ma'ait tilted her head. "Because she met me." She remembered peering up at her face as Mysha pulled apart her egg, which the dragoness had been too weak to finish opening. She could still see her wide eyes and fuzzy hair as a child. "Children are much easier swayed than adults, and she was able to see that not all dragons are bad before lies were engrained in her mind. We grew up together in secret, until I began my travels, and she'd meet me in secret when I dropped by to see her when I could." A frown reached her. "She was so unlike her people though. Sure, she trained with them, could kill men twice her size, but only because they were threats. Me though... she spared me. I had been looking for her when I was captured for their sick games, but she freed me in broad daylight."


Mysha snorted. Ally. "I could... rip your arm off...," she grumbled, feeling her bandages after they were set. Well, maybe she could have with both arms, but... yeah. Sitting up, she looked down at herself. Great. Just great. She would look like some deformed cripple for the rest of her life now, and likely would limp like one too. Sighing, she looked up at her friend, who looked back down sympathetically. All Mysha did was roll her eyes and look away.

Ma'ait chuckled. "There will always be an opposing side. If we went looking, we might find more like them." Hopefully. "But for now we will be staying away. I don't want her anywhere near that place. We'll be going north. Much nicer humans there." Compared to what was chasing them anyway.

Mysha looked up at the sky. It would be nighttime soon. "A few hours..." Much longer and she would've been well on her way to bleeding out. She wondered how far behind her people were. They didn't take disobedience lightly. "Ma'ait and I... will need to get going soon." They needed to stay ahead. Looking up, she whistled up at her friend, who stated down at her. "Say goodbye... to your acquaintance. We need to... get going."