JUMP IN: Dragons and Humans RP

Drake settled down nearby, poised over the water in a similar manner to Mysha, waiting silently for something to come towards him.

Shard looked over as Ma’ait spoke and he nodded. “I’m in.” He replied happily. He detached the saddle bags attached to him with a paw then he walked with her in the direction of the scents.

Drake would obviously have a better stance to catch fish, meaning he'd likely stay dry besides his arm. Mysha however, wasn't so fortunate. Just as a fish lazily swam by, her arm slid out from under her, pulling back a bit before shooting forward. As she swiped into the water, some of her top half slid into the water. It was quick though, as she immediately scooted herself out, looking rather comical. Ignoring that she was now wet, she looked down at the fish in her hand. Her grip was so tight that her fingers actually punctured past the scales.

Ma'ait began walking off, following where the smell of prey led them. Eventually, she saw some wild horses in the distance, manes messy and hides dirty. She began creeping up the side of the herd, whispering "Go to the other side, so wherever they flee they don't have a good escape."

Mysha blinked before looking down. Oops. She only had one hand to do her catching with, so she subconsciously had used more strength than necessary. Putting it down, Drake got to see the first time she actually cracked a smile. She didn't say anything though, simply turning away to sit by the edge again for another catch.


Ma'ait waited until Shard was in position, golden eyes studying the horses. She paused when she saw a foal drinking from its mother. Hm. She would leave that one mare alone then. Sighing, she waited a moment more before springing forward, charging the herd, which got spooked and immediately turned and ran the other way.

Mysha saw Drake move for a second before looking back to her own area, watching as fish scrambled her way. She tried again, but had done something different. Actually launching herself into the water, she disappeared under in a large splash. After a few more moments, she resurfaced, two fish in hand. However, there was some flesh missing from the tail from one, which would be found in her jaws. She must've tried to catch one in her mouth. Her arm bracing on the edge, she used her good lake to dig into the side of the leg and heave herself up.


Ma'ait also managed to kill a few horses. As the survivors scrambled away, she then paused as she heard something. An owl hoot. Or what seemed to be one. Listening again, she stepped back from her catches and hissed "Up in the air, now!" Not giving details, she spread her wings and took flight, immediately going up rather than forward.

Mysha paused when she heard the noise two blinking slowly before looking around. Hesitating, she simply took a breath and slipped back into the water, disappearing. Hopefully they'd move on soon, as she only had about... ten minutes? Maybe twelve? Before long, you could hear movement in the trees, footsteps. And then there were people, clad in armor that looked to be both a mix of bone, fur and horns. They were looking around, one of them pausing his hooting upon seeing Drake. "Hello there, sir. Didn't think there was anyone staying here." He looked around "Any chance you've seen anyone else?"

Ma'ait looked down once they were both at a safe height. Shaking her head, she said "That is one of the calls of her people. They must've caught up." Fast travelers, and even faster trackers. "Most dragons on the ground have almost no chance of getting away."


The man who looked to be leading the group hummed. "No, we're looking for one of our people. She got lost, you see, and we've been out looking since yesterday." He looked around again. However, one of the other men, a skull covering his face, walked up and sniffed Drake, snorting in his face before moving past him. He looked among the supplies, looking annoyed that he found nothing. However, he paused by the fish, noticing the one missing some flesh. "Had fish. No fish breath." The lead man tilted his head. "Something try to steal your food?" His eyes were a little narrowed now though.

Hm. The man narrowed his eyes further. "In such a hurry for us to leave? Though I suppose you don't want to stay while those dragons are around. He then flicked a hand to the man wearing the facial bones. The skinnier of the two walked to the water's edge. The water wasn't too clear though, so he couldn't see anything. Glancing around, he took a deep inhale, just smelling. Then, he sat down. The lead man chuckled, saying "When Ghio sits, so do we. Maybe we'll get to know each other, hm? You can tell me about where got that overshirt of yours. Did you kill the dragon yourself?"


Ma'ait hesitated. "We still must be careful. These people have been studying how to kill dragons for as long as they showed up. Never underestimate them." She looked around, saying "We can wait until, if at all, something happens. Showing up will surely get your human in trouble, though we may need to step in either way. Mysha is probably hiding in the lake, and she can't hold her breath forever. Sooner or later, she will have to surface, and that alone will get your human in trouble." Only because she had a hunch Drake would not just let those animals snatch her up. Neither would Ma'ait.

The man chuckled. "Mmm, I don't think anyone wants to die, sir." He whistled, sounding like some sort of bird, and the skull-face turned to look at him. "Come, Ghio. This man here means business!" The skinny man immediately came back to the group. The leader leaned in, studying Drake. "You're not the only one with powers, but we really aren't looking to fight." Then, he moved back and turned around. "But know this. You will be sorry for shielding a traitor. Our chief does not like defectors, and they must be returned to the dirt." Waving a hand, he motioned for the others to follow, not jumping one bit at the sight of the two dragons approaching. At least the men were smart enough to know when to back down, especially with an opponent they knew nothing about.

Ma'ait landed neatly and immediately went to the water, turning and slapping the surface with her tail. Soon, Mysha surface, taking huge breaths of air. Ma'ait helped her out, and she crawled out onto the grass, rolling onto her back and just taking air in again.

Most of the men were burned away by the flames, screaming and yelling. However, slull-face, or Ghio, had other plans. Dodging the swipes, his eyes crinkled in amusement before cracks began appearing in his face beneath the mask, light poking through. The human form seemed to dissolve, and a bright white bird with a little skull mask took his spot, smokey light dripping off his wings as he flew. He punctured the sphere, immediately flying off rather than do anything stupid. He screeched softly as he left, Mysha and Ma'ait watching him go. Mysha looked back at the sphere though, just staring as she listened to the others perish, smelling their burning flesh. Out of all the people to live though, it had to be that weasel.

Mysha studied Drake, simply nodding. "You're hungry," she stated simply, judging by the growls their stomachs made. She looked back towards their catches, deciding Drake could have his pick of them besides the one she bit. She seemed more interested in just resting for a few minutes, as her lungs still needed a bit of relaxing.

Ma'ait looked over at Shard, asking "You want to go back and collect those horses?" They were likely still sitting there nearby, so it would be an easy trip to go and pluck them up and bring them back.

Drake laughed a little as he settled down next to Mysha. "Yes, more than you know." He said, rubbing his belly a little. He looked at the fish and grabbed two of them, not the one she bit though. He quickly prepared the fish and ate it, smiling happily.


Shard nodded a few times. "Yes, let's. I need something soon." he replied, spreading his wings again and preparing to take off again.

Drake nodded a couple times as he finished off his own food. "I wouldn't let anything happen to you, Mysha. You and Ma'ait have a special bond, and I wouldn't let anything happen to a dragon or someone who sides with them." he replied, practically repeating his soliloquy earlier that day.

Shard landed neatly beside Ma'ait, looking over their now smaller catch pile. "Hmph. Those bastards stole some." He growled, but soon dropped the subject. He pulled off a couple of the horses, knowing that they'd be more than enough, and leaving some for his companion.


"I only kill when necessary. Like before." Drake said with a shrug. At her question of his powers, he huffed amusedly. "Well, neither, to be honest. That's actually Shard's ability, and when we found each other and got to know one another, he gave me his power as well." he said. He pulled up his shirt a bit, revealing a black pattern all over the side of his stomach that looked like it was made of dragon scales bound to his skin. "But his power is quite complicated and can only be activated under certain conditions."

Shard grunted, understanding the point Ma’ait was trying to make. He grabbed the horses in his claws and flashed out his wings. “Yes, lets head back. Don’t want anything to happen to them.” He said and he clapped hisbwings.


Drake grunted softly as she exposed her wound. “Yikes, that’s rough.” He said, shivering a little bit. He didn’t cringe easily but this kind of thing made him queasy.

Sorry I missed this Sam!))

Larkes laughed a little. “No I’m not lost. I just prefer being out here compared to the villages and cities here on the continent.” He replied simply. It was true, he didn’t like crowds and the hustle and bustle that went along with them.