Roleplay

They say up slowly, groaning as they stretch their aching back. The storm that had wrecked the ship had left them confused and dazed, but even in their dazzled state they knew that simply lying there on the cold wet stone would only do more harm then good.
They slowly stood up and looked themselves over to ensure they had no lasting injuries. Once their own well being was secured they slowly walked forward looking for other survivors, hoping they were not the only one to make it through the wreck alive.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/chBn3vG.png[/img] [size=4][b]Acrux[/b][/center] Acrux groaned, shakily standing as he pulled his large body upright. His legs shook slightly, still weak from the rough night. His head throbbed painfully as he recalled the events of the previous night. The storm had come quickly and unexpectedly, the rising waves and pounding rain sending him below deck, where he stayed with several of the other passengers of the ship. The violent rocking and shaking of the ship was terrifying, leaving him desperately praying that the ship would hold in the severe weather. His thoughts were dashed however, when after some time, the Imperial noticed an increased groaning from the ship, before planks of wood began to break. Acrux blacked out after a spinning piece of wood hit his head. His legs stabilizing somewhat, the dragon looked around, simply glad he had survived the whole ordeal. On the shore with him were 7 other dragons, similarly sprawled about in the sand. While Acrux was still getting his bearing he heard a groan from another one of the survivors. Glancing over he saw an orange Ridgeback stumbling through the sand, looking just about as disheveled as him, he assumed. "Hello? Are you alright?" The Imperial called out, turning towards the other dragon.

To be waking up on a beach wet and reeking was, to say the least, not how Henrik had thought this day would turn out. Wet, reeking, dazed, and sore. From preparing the next meal for everyone to being thrown on the rocks. From smooth sailing to this. It was more than enough action for what Henrik wanted.

It took him a few moments to actually gather his surroundings before being able to get to his feet. He didn't remember being told of any islands on the course, but with the storm who knew if they had stayed the course. Looking out to sea didn't help much with trying to get an idea of what could have happened, with just how gone the ship was.

Hearing someone else call out brought his attention back to the beach. Good, it wasn't just him stuck here at least. More than just him and one other, a handful of the other dragons had made it as well. One of the better outcomes he could have hoped for. On wobbly legs he approached the imperial and orange ridgeback. "Are you alright? Both of you? That storm-"

Odea opened her eyes slowly, squinting as a bright light shined straight into them. As her eyes adjusted, she reached out with her claws and felt a clump of small pebbles. She sat up, and scanned the area. What happened? She pulled herself up and glanced around. There's a lot of debri all along the beach...it must be from the ship. There was a terrible storm...the ship broke, we were all flung overboard...into...the water.... She flinched.

They turned quickly at the sound of another voice. "Oh thank the Eleven, I'm fine. What about you all?" They were so relieved they were not alone. They slowly picked their way towards the others, careful to avoid any of the bits of debris left behind by the wreck.

"I am Xae-Lin, I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one to survive the wreck," Their tail flicked back and forth anxiously as they looked around them at the other dragons arrayed around them. "Should we wait to see if any of the others wake up before we decide to search for supplies?"

Their attention however was quickly diverted to the blue fae "Oh, are you alright? Are you injured?" Their anxious tail flicking picked up in pace, clearly uncomfortable with the thought of another dragon being injured. They hoped none of the other survivors had been seriously injured.

----- ----- [columns][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=379235&tab=dragon&did=49218012][img]https://i.imgur.com/2oiBN5a.png[/img][/url][nextcol][font=times new roman][size=6]Althea »[/size] [b]str.[/b] +3 [b]dex.[/b] +1 [b]mnd.[/b] -2 [b]arc.[/b] -2[/columns] ----- ----- [size=2]Althea was no stranger to pain. Perhaps that was why she did not bother to wake with any haste. She had slept through worse wounds than bruises and sore muscles, after all, and that was all she thought she had. She knew better than to squander a minute of rest when it was offered. She let herself be occupied by the thin dreams flashing before her eyes, forcing her mind away from the residual ache that had settled in her every limb. She was good at ignoring her body's pain when it counted, after all; in the Arena, such skills were essential. It wasn't until memories darted into her thoughts that she truly began to stir. The storm: it was the first thing she recalled as her brain came into wakefulness. She had endured the individual aspects of a storm before--the driving wind, the beating rain, and the flashing lightning. She had never, however, experienced all three at once, and it took her quite by surprise. She supposed she could have helped the crew, could have used her strength to move what needed moving and her speed to spirit others to safety. But she didn't. In the face of the storm, in the face of the raw, unfamiliar danger, she fled to the safest recess she could find and crouched in it with the tattered remains of her wings over her head. To some, that would be cowardice. Althea, however, regarded such an action as instinct and wisdom. She was safe, safer than many, and more likely to survive should the circumstances become dire. Pressed into the darkness, she could listen to the ship's boards creaking and hear the shouts of the dragons who fought for more than just their own lives. The memories were fuzzier after that, made dull by their length, but she remembered with absolute clarity how something [i]snapped[/i], how the boat began to fall apart, how she scrambled for an escape but didn't find it. And then... Althea's one good eye snapped open, and she surged up from the pebbly ground. The sun beat down from the wide blue sky, scattering its rays across an unfamiliar rocky beach. Althea's experience of the world was limited, but she knew that the Sornieth's coast was not nearly as confined as the vista before her. No, this was not the destination she had worked long and hard to reach. This was somewhere...else. Somewhere unintended and perhaps unexplored. She looked up from the distant cliffs, her gaze coming to rest once more on the cloudless sky. How far were they from civilization? How could she possibly hope to escape on tattered wings? Her flight prosthetics were waterlogged, already starting to rust, and she hadn't been able to achieve much more than a glide in the short weeks she had possessed them, even when they were new. Her fate was settled then and there: she was stranded. With a scowl, she cast her gaze across the beach. To her surprise, she was not the only one who had come to rest upon the shore. There were at least seven others that she could see, some of them already awake. A small part of her considered joining them, integrating herself among them and using their combined strength to her own benefit, but her more rational side cast such thoughts away. She was vulnerable, too vulnerable to approach strange dragons who were, on the whole, a lot bigger than she was. Perhaps they were hurt, or perhaps they were friendly, but, until Althea knew for certain, it was better to avoid them and prioritize her own survival. Working slowly away from the wakeful dragons, Althea [b]began to comb through the debris on the beach, looking for anything she could use.[/b] Survival was her first priority, as it always had been, and the remains of the ship could provide just enough to give her an edge over the unfamiliar wilderness--and the unfamiliar dragons.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/chBn3vG.png[/img] [size=4][b]Acrux[/b][/center] Acrux nodded at the other ridgeback. "I'm alright, a little beat up, but I think everyone here is." He glanced around, more of the stranded dragons were beginning to wake up, and a small crowd had gathered near him. The orange Ridgeback introduced themselves as Xae-Lin, and as he peered worriedly at the tiny fae, Acrux noticed a skydancer rooting around in the remains of the ship. He watched curiously for a second, before turning back to the other dragons. If they didn't want to greet them, he wouldn't force them. "I'm Acrux, and I'm glad everyone here seems to be alright, even if we're in a bit of shock" he rumbled, glancing at the fae. He turned to Xae-Lin, "I think at least one of us should wait for the others to wake, but we should search for supplies as soon as possible" he squinted at the sun, "Who knows how long we're going to be here, and I sure don't want to starve."

Recia forces her to stand up, she feels weak and tired. Sea water dripping down from her wings and her honored Plague banner is now soaked and stick together. A low growl releases from her throat. She has survived many times through many challenges, and she thought she could face everything comes to her. However, just in these few days, Recia feels like being toying and tossing like a hatchling in the sea between the waves. She doesn't like being weak, it makes her feel anxious. Plaguebringer doesn't like weaklings. She also sees other dragons on the beach too, perhaps everyone need some supplies. The hunger likes an untamed beast crawling in her stomach. She also heard something in her head like a role and some rules. She noticed there will be a competition. The most important thing is to survive. She decides to search for some food first to help her and others recover the energy.

Recia starts to search around to find some food. Perhaps if lucky she can find some drinkable water. But she still carefully keeps herself in the sight of others. If she meet some trouble, someone can help her. Everyone is weak now, it is not about the honor now, it is all about survival.