Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20170409223346/@comment-28247510-20170411234427

A very large, bulky grey dragon (Wolf) barreled down the makeshift street of one of the many small camps that had sprung up accross Pyrrhia. He clutched an object the size of one foot in his talons, which hindered his running and balance quite a bit with only three legs to work with. A group of multiple colors of dragons scampered after him, roaring and barking orders to eachother, shouting at the few dragons passing by to staty out of the way or help in the chase, which none of them did.

Eventually, with a roar of frustration as one of the gaurd managed to yank his tail, scratching it painfully, he turned, lunging at the smaller dragoness. The rest caught up in seconds, and almost immediately a full fight broke out, with Wolf taking on all three, though not without getting scratched up himself. The roads were too narrow for him to take flight, but at least it meant they couldn't surround him, and they couldn't fly either.

(I think I forgot to say Cobalt is Eel's son)

(also can he have a scavenger or no)

Cobalt was traveling through the mountains that used to be Skywing territory, watching the terrain fly by below with a bored scowl. He noticed someone, some sort of Nightwing hybrid, digging and snooping around what used to be some sort of large building.