So, I just had a random rp idea that I 100% doubt is based off of my own thoughts, I think I might have been inspired by books and other rp's so don't give me any credit. xD Anyway, just wanted to throw it out there and try it with the community. Ya' know, to see if it might be a good enough idea to make an rp.
Terror. It rampaged the land. The land of dragons.
Interviews of the fallen.:
Pomegranate Seeder:
"It was hundreds of years back...I...I don't remember much. Spinnin' lights and stuff, man. The lil's gettin' taken off and 'way, a-and all us Mystics bein' brought all in one big ol' place....Windin' Paths....and day attacked man!" Pam cried, clutching his head and standing on his hind talons. " Why?! Wh-what we do, daug?!?" His wings flap wildly and fill with blood red in the color changing underwings of his pure white wings. Tail lashing and jaws gaping in an enraged screech. They have to taser him. Blanking him out and moving on.
Reaction: Aggressive. Panicked. Few memories of full event. Very emotional. Scales turned red but are not understandable.
Coral Barnacle:
"Oh...oh dear....well, I have to say it was...shocking to say the least. First the hatchlings, only the Mystics, where taken for a little trip. I thought it nice, although I didn't like little Guppy following along of course. My baby was so joyful, though, to get out and see the world so of course I let her go-oh...details? Where they went? I have not the slightest idea of the where but I do know that after they stayed for a good few hours... it came. She came." The yellow, light blue and navy blue fishy dragon shakes a bit. " She swooped in, a mix of a human creature and a dragon like being, and flew over head. She filled the sky with darkness. Pitch. Black. It was horrifying, it made no help to us as we fought against the lower breeds as they attacked us. Oh dear...oh dear!" She begins having a break down. "My Guppy, my sweet little Guppy!" This interview is over. She is not going to speak anymore.
Reaction: Calmer. Stressed. Seems to speak a good bit of a Guppy. Soon came to a confused state. She curled up, this is something to look into.
The Dark Mistress.
"Do I regret it? Oh of course, it was the worst promise I had ever made, to do for the dragons anything they wished. I had only made the promise because they saved me. Me and my family, but I didn't realize they truly hadn't until after I had promised them my sworn obedience of all but once task." She is in a dark corner of the black room, reaching one pale skinned finger, elegant and slender, out of the shadows. "One. And it was the worst promise to have been made. We in this realm take promises as serious as we do life. If one takes like lightly, they either die or do not take promises seriously. ... No, I didn't do it by my will! I did not want them-no! No,no no no no! I am the one who foretold of him! Yes he is the one! No no, don't give me any buts! I know he is the one, his blood line and soul are what they must be. He is the one....no, I will not speak to you any more than I already have. He is the one, Skytracer is the one." Her clear, ice blue eyes look out from the shadows with wisdom, power and knowledge older than time. "I. Know. He. Is. The. One."
Reaction: ... She made no sense. We asked if she regretted what she had done to the Mystic breeds. She said yes. But she refused to reject what she'd said before of the saviour of the dragons to come from the line of Skytracers. There are four boys left now, Shade; Jason/Shadow; Flasher; Silver. But she claims the lesser child of the two half breed twins to be the one. It makes no sense. But she refused to debate against. We will try again later. For now, we are to move on.
Shade Skytracer:
He's chained to the far back wall by his wrists and ankles, screeching in his half form and flaring his wings to the sides. "Let me go!! I know of the past, let me free them! I...I can! I am the one that knows, not my lowly twin! I can save them! I can! ME!" He roars. He refuses to listen, we can not stay by him safely. Nor will he respond to our questions. Let us move on.
Reaction: None. Aggressive. Stubborn. Wants to show he can be the one to save the Mystics, is afraid of his brother being the prophesied one.
(This is not all I have in mind, just a fragment.)
Explanation summary:
Alright, so what's happening is these "characters" in this situation are getting interviewed per say They are being asked questions and are being used for information. What is going on is that these characters are in the situation that we'll just call 'The Clashing War'. This takes place in a realm run by dragons and lively with many creatures, creatures we know in folklore and many others that I've created my self(No, I don't want credit.). The war is going on at the time, between these monster creatures made of nightmares called the Nightflares and the dragons that are made up of many breeds. They are fighting but there was a prophecy long ago of a chosen one that would come and free the Nightflares, because they are not monsters as they seem. The theme is to sorta choose your role in the story. You can be a dragon that's fighting the war, a dragon that is trying to stop the war with this chosen child, or to be a Nightflare that is locked up in their terror prison and forced to be monstrous and fight furiously. These clips where to
Edit 1: I'm curious how others may think of this, I'm open for any suggestions of improvement and I'm open for comments on anything of this! Or even questions! |
