Thread: Dragons and Cats (DinoDroid & Mafdet)

RE Dragons and Cats It's ok, sorry the post is so long, hope it's ok. Moving away from the entrance to the camp he left to perform his duties as did the rest of the camp. The citizens of the city may drink and be merry, but the guards upon the city walls would be ever vigilent, especially with their camp within sight of the city. He stoped at a large pavillion that was his personal tent and stared out at the city. Oh how it goaded him how they stood upon their stone walls looking down upon the others as though they were gods, and treated accordingly by the other races. The Avians were cowards, many of the reptillians were apathetic, most of the other mammal species were fearful allies, the insectoids, and the amphibians weren't organized enough to do anything. But the dragons would change theirs and everyone's futures after this night. The dragon species although carrying many similarities to reptiles were more akin to mammals as they are warm blooded, and unlike the filines which had strict class structures based on birth and gender dragons didn't. They were warriors through and through, they understood females could fight as well as if not better than males. Their societies were built more as a military, though the highest levels of their leadership was in fact more democratic. Advancement was based on skills such as intelligence, strength, speed, and cunning. Only the best however, were allowed any sort of real power and their top leaders were chosen by the rest of the tribe after having proven themselves extensively. He entered the tent and inside instead of the usual personal touches, all of his possesions were moved and instead his pavillion became much like that of a war room. A large scale map of the city lay at the center, and surrounding it waiting already for him were the various generals, and leaders of his camp. Tell me what we have so far my brothers he commanded. A small pale green female dragon steped forward, she represented logistics for the whole clan and in a light sing song voice she said weapons have been readied, food supplies are at the best their going to be without real provisions. The whole camp can move at your say so sir. Then she steped back, replacing her stood a tall crimson scaled dragon with a belt of potions across his chest and was wingless, he represented troop training and recruiting. In a loud commanding tone he stated Your troops are ready at your say so, their normal heavy armor has been replaced with soft leathers, and the scaberds to their weapons have been carefully oiled to dampen sound. Once he steped back a white slight of build dragon covered in black soot so thick you would think he was in fact black steped forward. He was quiet and slow to speak, one would never realize that he was one of the quickest and strongest dragons in the camp and was the camp black smith. As my coleagues have stated the troops are ready, and so are their weapons, replacements have already been added to the armory and properly scored to appear well used. Then he steped back, finally the last of the group steped foreward, he really was a black dragon, as black as Dracon was white, he moved softly and carefully always moving to keep as much of everything as possible in sight. He was short like the she dragon, but with hard wiry muscles, he represented essentially their black ops, and intell divisions. Almost as quiet as the black smith he spoke clearly the decoy camp has been set up, and well hidden, they will find it of course, but that will matter little for this plan. Then he returned to his placement. Dracons wings lightly fluttered with supressed joy, everything was coming together perfectly. He critically analized the map and began discussing the remaining details with the others hammering out the final plan, when all was said and done he turned to his advisors I believe we have covered everything we can. Remember people no plan survives contact with the enemy, and to hope for the best, but to plan for the worst. I believe that we have done that to the best of our ability, now return to your duties, and remember this. Our dishonor will no longer haunt us, our revenge is at hand, our futures are bright, but remember the fallen, remember our harritage. Tonight one way or the other everything will change. Good day. With that the meeting broke up and dragon servents quickly packed everything up, they destroyed the map and everything that could relate to the meeting, and returned the original furnishings to their places. They were quick, efficient, silent, and best of all subtle, they all resembled eachother so that outsiders would only think that no unusual activity was occuring. Best not leave anything to chance, with everything done Dracon returned to observing his people basking in their excitement, even the little dragon lings could sense it and were playing more freely than they had in years. Yes everything would change tonight. He moved back to the entrance to the camp and observed the castle his gaze so fierce if looks could kill the castle would already be in ruins. His stance was openly hostile as if daring the felines to attack, such did he stand untill nightfall, a statue of defiance to the felines power.