Tazotive

From Concha to Shadetown, keep your eye out. You never know what you'll run into in Tazotive.
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== Act 1 - Welcome to Tazotive ==
===Chapter 1 - Concha===
Salmon was a dragoness with a ready attitude and a selfless spirit. She put others before herself, believing it would help get her farther in life. "Giving is better than getting!" That was her life motto.
The SeaWing was a grey-green colour. Her scales had an odd effect as well. As the colour traveled down to her underbelly, it paled into a light grey. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, and her wing membranes, horns, and talons fit along with her underbelly.
Currently, the SeaWing was trying to get a bite to eat, by fishing in a remote part of the Tazotive harbor. Boats around this area were uncommon, as it wasn't an area perfect for swimming, talking, or all around having fun. She was the only dragon in the area.
Every once in a while, another dragon would pass by, but merely disregard her as nothing than another fisher. Salmon was fine with that. She didn't want any other dragon to find out she was homeless—it could result in awful ways. Dragons from the Outlive or Shadetown could easily track her down.
Nothing was nibbling on Salmon's bait. She let out a soft sigh. Dinner may be absent once again, tonight.
Just as Salmon stood, ready to leave, and dragon slammed into her from behind. The SeaWing had no time to let out a cry of astonishment, before she tumbled into the water before her. Bubbles blasted furiously at her body, wanting to shove her away. But, Salmon was a SeaWing, and she knew how to swim. Churning her legs, Salmon knew she should get out of the water. Vile things were known to pollute the water in this area, even though it was the only spot she could peacefully fish at. Yet, she couldn't leave the liquid. She had to get her pole.
Salmon swam through the water at the speed only a SkyWing could match in the air. Still, Salmon was unable to find her pole. She swam to the surface, and heaved herself out of the water. It wasn't until then she noticed that her gills were clogged with unclean materials, and she was having trouble breathing. Carefully, she picked all of the disgusting substances from her gills, allowing her to properly breath again if she ever submerged again.
"I couldn't find her," a gruff voice said. It was obviously far away, but in this still silence, it carried through the air as if the dragon was only a few feet away.
"Are you sure she really went into the water? Perhaps she just splashed it, distracting you?" another voice questioned.
"No, I knew she went under," the first voice replied.
"Stop bickering, you two," a third voice snapped. "Arguing over something as petty as this will result in no accomplishment. We must continue with our work. Unless, you two want to anger Hailstorm?"
"No, sir. Of course not," the other two voices replied.
Salmon moved, trying to see through the haze that was beginning to build up. Nothing was in her range of sight, though,
"Good," the third voice hissed satisfactorily. "Now, let's go. We can take another crack at this tomorrow, so we better rest. Hailstorm gave us until the end of the month to finish this mission, so we have time."
Sounds of wingbeats signaled the dragons' leaving. Salmon felt frozen. What had just occurred? The SeaWing shook her head. Was it possible? Based on what the dragons said, it must be. She must watch out.
Salmon was a target for the Mifunia.
===Chapter 2 - Shadetown===
Soultaker was a spider, spinning her web in the darkness of Shadetown, where insects would easily fall into her trap. She was always planning, thinking ahead. She was the clever spider amoung the snakes, who waited to strike in the shadows, in the Reddtiles.
The Reddtiles was a group of dragons who had the third most force power in all of Tazotive. The first was Mifunia. A single Reddtile could hold off one or two Mifunias, but no more. The whole Reddtile force would be crushed by the force of Hailstorm and his Mifunia.
The second most powerful force was the Tazotive Police. They would have quarrels with the Mifunia, and were almost equals with the mafia-group. They were still stronger than the Reddtiles, though.
The Reddtiles made third on the list. Enough to seem Soultaker feel proud of the high status she had within the group. She was in no way the leader of the group; that position belonged to a RainWing named Icthyes.
"Hurry up."
Soultaker's purple eyes flew open. She shifted in the darkness, and her black scales, dotted here and there with silver sparkled like the night sky.
The NightWing watched as a SandWing, SeaWing, MudWing, and SkyWing walked through the alley. From the way the quartet had entered, they could have only come from the Outlive.
Dragons like them have no place in the Outlive. I wonder what they were doing there? And, more importantly, what are they doing now?
Soultaker's gaze followed the group, until they disappeared into the shadows. I'll follow them.
The NightWing slithered quietly out of the shadows, and trotted along the path. She held her talons at an odd angle so they wouldn't click against the ground. She didn't need these strange dragons to know she was following them. Eventually, they came within view.
Soultaker followed them across Shadetown, until she heard the bustle and commotion of the Tazotine.
Tazotive was divided into suburbs. The border, and ultimate divider, was a large road called the Tazotine, were dragons could quickly get to different suburbs. It was split into two lanes, one that went one way, and one that went the opposite direction.
Soultaker followed the quartet onto the Tazotine, and followed behind them. She relaxed her talons, letting them click along the ground. With all the clatter and noise, they'd never notice her claws behind them. For all they knew, she was a random NightWing that happened to be traveling behind them.
They traveled farther and farther, never departing the Tazotine. Soon, the only place you could go without backtracking was Concha. The only dragons headed there were either dragons with fishing poles, SeaWings, couples, groups of friends, or families.
Soultaker watched as they branched away, and headed South. The gloom was beginning to build up in this area. Only two other dragons came this way. The quickly left when the gloom was building up. The NightWing looked to her side. Buildings. Old buildings. Quite evidently, this used to be a bustling part of Tazotive. Now it was totally abandoned, with the occasional homeless fisher.
The SandWing, who walked a step ahead of all the other dragons, stopped. The three other dragons did similar. Cautiously, Soultaker slipped away into a different place of the gloom. She circled around so she could keep an eye on them, though.
The SandWing looked at the SeaWing, and said something. The SeaWing took off. The trio continued on. Soultaker trailed after them. She had no clue what the SeaWing was up to.
When, she saw in the distance, there was a SeaWing, fishing. She bore no fish, which didn't surprise Soultaker. Most every dragon knew most of the fish in this area had died or left a while ago. Suddenly, the MudWing flew forward and slammed the SeaWing from the deck and into the water with one blow.
"A blow like that won't kill her," the MudWing growled.
"You better be right, or you'll join her," the SandWing hissed bluntly.
Soultaker watched the water. They obviously thought she'd pop up right in front of them. It was an okay conjecture, but she wouldn't pop up in the same spot as being attacked. That was when, off to the side, the SeaWing's head bobbed above the water.
"I didn't kill her," the MudWing growled. He launched himself into the water.
"She must have escaped," the SkyWing growled.
About a minute passed, then the MudWing quietly heaved himself out of the water. "I couldn't find her."
"Are you sure she really went into the water? Perhaps she just splashed it, distracting you?" the SkyWing questioned. Soultaker rolled her eyes. Of all stupid ideas...they'd seen the SeaWing fall into the water.
"No, I knew she went under," the MudWing growled in reply.
The SandWing emitted a tiny sigh. "Stop bickering, you two," he snapped. "Arguing over something as petty as this will result in no accomplishment. We must continue with our work. Unless, you two want to anger Hailstorm?"
The SkyWing and MudWing exchanged slightly scared glances. "No, sir. Of course not,"
So, they're part of the Mifunia. Soultaker narrowed her eyes, filing away the information for later. That means the SeaWing that left must of part of that bloody organization as well.
"Good," the SandWing hissed. "Now, let's go. We can take another crack at this tomorrow, so we better rest. Hailstorm gave us until the end of the month to finish this mission, so we have time."
Soultaker watched as the three rose from the ground, flying away instead of walking like they did before. It was a little unnerving to be in this deserted part of Concha, though. She followed after them, but on foot.
Suddenly, and SeaWing slammed into her. She whipped around, and identified it as the SeaWing from the quartet. She hissed and leaped up as he tried to sweep her. When she landed, she grabbed him by his shoulders, using her tail to throw him. He clunked to the ground, but still got up quickly.
The SeaWing lunged forward, and sliced open her shoulder. Soultaker winced. The would leave a mark. She suddenly got down low, and scooped her front leg under him, throwing him down. The SeaWing caught himself before slamming face-forward into the ground. They both turned simultaneously.
When he charged. Soultaker grabbed his shoulders, and let herself fall onto her back, she planted her right back leg onto his lower abdomen, and rocked backward. She released him as she rocked toward her head. She flew over her, landing on his should with a painful-sounding crack.
Soultaker got up.
"So," he snarled. "You're a Reddtile."
"You better believe it," Soultaker said with a poker face.
Without warning, the SeaWing bowled her over, and pinned her down, stomach up. "I've got you know," he growled menacingly.
"But, sadly, you forgot something," Soultaker said, slyly smiling. She inhaled deeply after finishing her sentence.
"What?" he said, suddenly sounding slightly more timid. She grip on her loosened a bit.
"This." She let loose with a huge blast of flame. The SeaWing threw himself from her, roaring. She had scorched his face. Soultaker smirked, and took to the air, flying away.
She soon landed back in her alley at Shadetown, and bandaged the wound on her should as best she could Well, here I am. Full circle.
===Chapter 3 - Tejava===
The Sun heated the sky, making the atmosphere in the air blistering hot. It would be unpleasant to a dragon besides SandWings and RainWings.
The flick of a wrist. Light reflected off cold, chrome metal. A SandWing shifted his position.
Below, another SandWing was meandering about, not heading in any particular area. Suddenly, blades stuck into the ground around him. He froze. Someone was there.
"EEEYEEYEYEYEYEYEYEYE!" The SandWing from above leaped down, screeching some deranged and flat-out stupid "battle" cry. The SandWing below growled, before simply grabbing the another SandWing in midair, and flinging him away.
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Brightsting sighed. The pale-sand coloured SandWing pushed a coin forward on the counter. He was inside a sort of tavern, ordering food. To be precise, a salad.
Brightsting was a vegetarian. A little weird, considering he's a SandWing, and they commonly eat meat. Whenever he ate meat though, he thought about how it used to be alive. Breathing, eating, living, using the restroom. The usual. It bothered him. And, he killed dragons as well, so that image was put in his head.
Well, to clarify, Brightsting is an assassin. He's part of an assassin group that is the forth strongest force in Tazotive. He's still a newbie though, and hasn't killed any of the dragons he's been sent after. He might meet with another assassin who follows him. Then, for example, he'll engage in an intriguing conversation with the enemy. The other assassin has to kill the target for him. The closet he's gotten to actually succeeding was when he pinned down the target and put a blade to his throat, and started questioning him. Then, somehow the conversation turned to salads, so another assassin had to kill the target. Again.
Brightsting sighed as the bartender set the salad down before him. Slightly miserably, he proceeded to eat. Then, to what did his wandering eyes should appear, but his mission target! That made Brightsting's day! In fact, he started staring at his target, eating quickly. The SandWing didn't know he finished his meal until he almost ate the fork. At that, the bartender took the bowl and fork away.
Brightsting slipped outside, contemplating what to do. He always lost were the target was going. When, it hit him. Literally. He walked into an advertisement, which advertised a tracking device! A light bulb went on in Brightsting's head.
Suddenly, one of the large windows to the tavern shattered. Brightsting whipped around. He saw the target, we'll call him Tojenoa, run, with blood on his talons.
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Brightsting was inside the assassin group's headquarters. The assassin's group was called the Deathstrikers, and it mostly consisted of SandWings. He marched straight toward the boss's, Naritosa, office. He squeezed past the guards, and fell in face-forward.
Naritosa sighed. "What do you want, Brightsting?" he asked, sighing.
Brightsting straightened himself. "Oh overlord Naritosa! I come in asking of a item that I do no wield! I come begging you for it! I ask for you to do it in a lordly way, like Intarisawa before you! I—"
"What do you want, Brightsting?" said Naritosa.
"Oh Naritosaaaaaaaaaa. Can I please have a tracking device? It would help with my mission!!" Brightsting asked, over dramatically dropped to his hind two legs and clamping his front talons together, shaking them, with his eyes closed all the while.
"No," Naritosa replied bluntly.
"Oh pllllleeeeaaaasssseeeee?"
"No."
"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?"
"No, you're going to have to get the device yourself. Buy it somewhere," Naritosa replied, before having guards drag Brightsting out of the room.
After that, Brightsting bolted back to the advertisement. He looked as to where one could buy with device. "...Shadetown? Seriously?! That place is creepy..." Brightsting covered his head, mock cowering.
Still, Brightsting mustered up the courage to go to Shadetown to buy the tracking device. He hit the Tazotine, and walked all the way. He slipped through the crowd like lightning, but still ended up almost getting run over by other dragons. Long story short, he was kicked on the black asphalt by a NightWing, and landed on his face.
Brightsting got up groggily. He looked at the suburb, and shivered. It seemed to push away the remaining light of the Sun. The SandWing noticed a quartet of dragons, which consisted of a SandWing, SeaWing, SkyWing, and a MudWing, followed by a NightWing. Uninterested by that, Brightsting continued on.
The store was relatively easy to find. They had a giant poster that took up one of the windows advertising the tracking device, even though they've been around for a while. I wonder if the owner even knows that.
Brightsting slipped into the store, and a bell tinkled, announcing his arrival. A few dragons mulled about inside. A SeaWing was looking at some cell phones, a SkyWing was chatting with a RainWing, and two IceWings, obviously mother and son, were looking at electronic cars. There was also a MudWing who was just walking around, doing nothing in particular.
Behind the counter, a RainWing in colours of black and grey was sitting there with ear buds and a music player. Brightsting immediately found where the trackers were. A giant cardboard cut-out of one was sitting next to the display case with large words sprawled across the cut-out.
Brightsting walked over, and picked up one of the boxes. It was relatively light, but no so in cash. It was fairly expensive, but he still had the money. He walked over to the counter, and made his purchase. After that, Brightsting was happy to leave the store, and Shadetown altogether.
Brightsting returned to Tejava, and went to his small apartment. He opened the box which contained the tracker, and carefully read the instructions, and how to use it. Relatively simple.
The SandWing went out with the tracker. He was hungry again, and his stomach was letting him know that. He traveled through various roads, when he bumped into someone.
"Sorry," the dragon muttered.
Brightsting smiled. "No, it's my fault. Super-sorry!" His eyes widen at the sight of the dragon. It was Tojenoa. Brightsting carefully arranged the stick into his talons. He then patted Tojenoa on his back, and smiled, more with the pleasure of the tracker being stuck on. "Sorry about that!"
Brightsting opened up a little flip-phone like device, and powered it on. A blip moved along, showing the tracker was working. He smiled. "I'll get you, Tojenoa."
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