Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-28718853-20200419142303

(Jester)

The artificial deer is unmoving, simply staring at the man as he passes by. The crash site has not changed when he first saw it with the bloodstains and the reptilian footprints combined with the humanoid ones that vanish into the grass. They point toward the forest, a likely area for the survivors to have fled.

A shadow looms beside the man, growing larger and larger until the metal dragon itself swoops by with its claws just inches from the ground. On the dragon's back is a woman in light metal armor. The large beast's escorts pass by, though one of them breaks off from the squad and does a lap around the man before rejoining its team as they ascend back to the sky.

During that flight around him the man could see that the wooden construct strongly resembled a falcon with green gem eyes like most of its other comrades.

(AngryLance)

As Ume rummages through Lance's backpack, Lance can see the metal dragon and its smaller team swoop below the treeline for a brief moment before shooting back into the air.

"Guess it didn't want us there. As for who built them, they're made by the Megvedev Matriarchy.  And as far as we know the only killing they're doing is to the Order and the Radicals.  Everyone else they'll just leave alone," Violet replies.

"Here we go," Ume says as she produces a container of ointment from the pack and begins to apply it to Violet's wound.

The dragon grits her teeth from the split second sting of pain, but she feels it dull as Ume then removes some bandages from Lance's backpack and wraps them around Violet's abdomen.

Back up in the sky the airborne constructs seem unaware of the three's presence.