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All Accepted We need 2 more Lighted warriors and we need a Captain for the Rebellion (it MUST be a peryton!) before we start.

I'll be another lighted warrior, I guess.

Side: Lighted Warrior
Name: Elix
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Race: Amphiptere
Scale Color: Maroon
Eye Color: Piercing red
Wing Size: See in pic (White wings)
History: Trained all the Lighted Warriors when he used to be Captain, but he is now serving under Sentrus and is kind of his mentor.
Extras/Pic: (pic is not mine)

JEE! THANKS!

I guess I could try to be the rebellion leader (though if I fail please don't blame me D8 I've never tried having a character that's the lead evil bad guy person LOL XD)

Side: Rebellion Leader
Name: Dracon
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Race: Peryton
Pelt Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Dark brown, almost black
Wing Size: Very large
History: Dracon lived a happy life, until his brother was killed by a traitor in his herd and he was accused of the murder. He was shunned by everyone in the herd, even his parents, and from then on a bitter side began to develop in him. He eventually grew so angry with his past that he grew to think he was better than them all. They shunned him with no proof, and that alone was a stupid move. Dracon started becoming more and more angry, and by the time he became full-grown, he started to have ideas of taking it out on the entire universe of fliers, believing he was the most intelligent, and best of them all. Though, he knew he would need help. He sought out those who had had bad pasts like him, or those who simply wanted to join him, and he came to truly trust every single creature on his force. He's bent on taking revenge on his family by taking it out on everyone else who won't support his cause. And with the help of those who offer assistance to his cause, he seems to be able to accomplish it. Only time will tell.
Personality: Menacing, unforgiving to those on the good side, but tends to be slightly more merciful to those who side with him. He isn't the most evil creature on the face of the earth, but pretty much looks like it to anyone who doesn't truly know him. He commands with the knowledge that he knows what he's doing, even if he doesn't, and can instill confidence in even the most frightened of fliers.
Extras/Pic:
Mate: None

Alright...we just need 1 more lighted warrior and we can start

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Accepted

So...can we start?

Oh...yeah, sorry... Go ahead and start guys

Dracon leafed his way through the edges of area and found himself in an open field. He turned to look at the ever wading day sky, and found refuge in the darkening of it's color. The loss of the sun. The reappearance of flaming white circles called stars. He felt most powerful at this time, though he wasn't sure why. It didn't matter anyhow.

Soon, revenge would be taken against those futile fliers. Soon he would show them all just how useless they were compared to him and those who followed him.

He huffed out a breath. The cool mist trembled around his snout before returning to the breeze around him. He pulled a hoof up, examining the dirt from under him as he felt a slight vibration. Something was approaching. He put it back down just as a black figure appeared through the trees. "Jace."

Jace's form suddenly became more visible. It was hard, though, to see him, as the light waded ever more. "Dracon," he replied, studying his new leader with anything but questioning eyes. "When are we finally going to start the revolution?" He ventured.

Dracon took another deep, cool breath, and turned his gaze to the mixed breed. "Soon."

Jace shook his head, getting slightly impatient. They had been waiting for weeks, recruiting the others, and still they didn't do a thing. Jace was beginning to wonder if he should start the revolution himself.

Dracon could sense his menacing feelings and stopped him, walking just short of brushing fur. "Be patient. All will come in time," he breathed seriously, and powerfully.

Jace simply nodded. He wasn't exactly happy about that answer, but he had no choice. If he was to get his revenge, this was his only chance. Besides, if he didn't follow through, the war would begin without him. "Where are the others?" He asked suddenly.

A long pause followed. Dracon puffed out then slowly turned back towards the horned Pegasus. "They'll be here soon." The words came as calmly as possible.

Sentrus beat his powerful, black and white wings through the sky, his large eagle claws steadying the air before him and his lion paws kicking him forward. He let loose a screeching eagle call, letting his Lighted warriors know where he had gone, just in case they were looking for their leader.
He had only been a fledgling when his Griffin Academy professor informed his parents of his 280 IQ, and ever since then, they have set so many high expectations for him. It was a good thing he had lived up to them, because, while he was still only a teenager in Griffin years, he had become the Captain of the Lighted Warriors, and his dream fulfilled.

Mirva flapped her ragged wings through the clouds until her impeccable vision spotted a winged deer and horned pegasus down below. Her leader and her comrade. She shrieked a typical Griffin's cry and swooped down to them, her black feathers and black fur gleaming like silk in the sun, but soon masked by shadows. "Dracon!" she called. "My Lord!" Then, she called, "Jace!" to the Pegacorn as she landed by them.

Dracon's eyes soon turned up towards the sky, where another shape was appearing. It's form was of griffin desent, and a smile pursed the peryton's lips as he realized it was one on their side. He eased his muscles slowly. They had tensed shortly before. Now, though, he was a bit more calm. His gaze turned back to Jace as she touched down. "See, Jace? I said they'd be here soon, didn't I?" His voice would have been unnerving to anyone who hadn't heard it before. To the lighted warriors perhaps. He couldn't be sure what they'd think of them. All he knew was that they'd regret everything they had ever done.

"Hello, Mirva," he finally greeted. It wasn't exactly warm and cheerful, like one of the lighted warriors may greet, but warm enough to be considered as such. In this group, that was all to be expected. Act gracious enough to your comrades. "Nice to see you join us."

Jace guessed the next part, after quickly greeting Mirva with a nod and a gaze in her direction. That gaze held a sort of respect, almost. Usually those eyes held so much confusion, so much hurt. They were most of the time easily mistook for piercing evil. Though, it wasn't as if Jace hated it that way. He wanted others to fear him. He wasn't sure he wanted anyone to know that the reasoning behind his ways was just covered up pain and sorrow. "So, we wait for the others now?"

Dracon nodded in confirmation. "Yes."

~Paused~
just for a little bit, I promise!