It's been a long day, there's no doubt about that, and the growing storm wasn't helping. The heavy wingbeats of an approaching, exhausted dragon were lost in the wind, giving almost no warning before a miserable black dragon thrust his way into the warmer temperatures of the tent. Darkstalker shook his wings and talons in annoyance, flurries of snow falling around him at the entrance. He looked up at that point, flashing a winning smile to the room
"So what are the chances of one of you wonderful and sympathetic scavengers offering your blanket to your favorite dragon, who I might add just brought back a ton of food from hunting during an ice storm and is very, very cold."
He was shivering a little bit as he picked his way through the room to his cot, laying across it awkwardly. It wasn't exactly made for someone his size and creaked under his weight, tail and wings pooling over the sides.
B. Recon
Snow. The climate back home was so temperate he had almost never seen it, and certainly not in these quantities. It made him think of what the Ice Kingdom must be like, the frozen wasteland where his father was from. He hated anything that reminded him of Arctic. It made him even more irritable than the cold alone would have, and he desperately wished he could still breath fire. Darkstalker was a little worried about that. Was he sick? He'd never heard of a NightWing losing their ability to create flames before, but then he hadn't heard of getting magically teleported to a world with talking scavengers.
He stamped his claws on the ground, shuffling unhappily and trying to keep warm.
"We've been out here for hours.This is clearly not working, let's just go back until we can figure out a better plan."
Darkstalker | Wings of Fire
It's been a long day, there's no doubt about that, and the growing storm wasn't helping. The heavy wingbeats of an approaching, exhausted dragon were lost in the wind, giving almost no warning before a miserable black dragon thrust his way into the warmer temperatures of the tent. Darkstalker shook his wings and talons in annoyance, flurries of snow falling around him at the entrance. He looked up at that point, flashing a winning smile to the room
"So what are the chances of one of you wonderful and sympathetic scavengers offering your blanket to your favorite dragon, who I might add just brought back a ton of food from hunting during an ice storm and is very, very cold."
He was shivering a little bit as he picked his way through the room to his cot, laying across it awkwardly. It wasn't exactly made for someone his size and creaked under his weight, tail and wings pooling over the sides.
B. Recon
Snow. The climate back home was so temperate he had almost never seen it, and certainly not in these quantities. It made him think of what the Ice Kingdom must be like, the frozen wasteland where his father was from. He hated anything that reminded him of Arctic. It made him even more irritable than the cold alone would have, and he desperately wished he could still breath fire. Darkstalker was a little worried about that. Was he sick? He'd never heard of a NightWing losing their ability to create flames before, but then he hadn't heard of getting magically teleported to a world with talking scavengers.
He stamped his claws on the ground, shuffling unhappily and trying to keep warm.
"We've been out here for hours.This is clearly not working, let's just go back until we can figure out a better plan."