Legolas Dragon Ranger~ Here's the next chapter for you! I'm glad you like it so far :)
This one has to do with my two OCs Rush and Streak. I'm on the verge of writing their stories right now so just go with it.
Streak rolled his shoulders, basking in the morning sun. The light blue dragon had two huge ears like a bat and darker blue stripes rippling down his back. The dusty ground below was warm and green cacti grew up from the ground a little ways further. Streak turned his lengthy neck to the right to stare into an F4U Corsair's eyes. Streak immediately jumped up to attention. The Corsair's blue eyes bore into him and Streak stared back, something was forming behind those brilliant blue orbs, something terrifying.
The reflections in his eyes turned into a world of black storms, of frayed feathers raining down along with jagged blue lightning splitting the sky. Streak took a step back, blinked, and the image was gone. How strange, the dragon thought, that there would be an entire world behind Rush's eyes. Rush blinked once, "What's wrong?"
Streak shook his head, and gave a look of confusion.
The plane shook his nose and bent down slightly to let Streak climb up onto his roof. The two did look strange together but Rush and Streak had become fast friends over the years. Streak's ears pricked up as they headed to the hanger. Something odd was going on inside, it smelt different. When Rush rolled into the dusty, grey hanger, what met their eyes wasn't a short shelf full of books or a tattered flag bearing the Jolly Wrenches' insignia, it was a land of ice and glaciers. Rush gave a shocked gasp as the wind whipped past them. Rush backed up only to find that the door to the hanger was gone, replaced by a tall, slick, ice tower. "Streak, are you seeing this too?"
Streak blinked several times, smearing water over his green orbs but not succeeding in shattering the image. He clutched the rims of Rush's windows tightly, almost to the point where his talons chipped on the metal. Confusion swam in his eyes as he tried to work out what had happened.
Feeling a sharp, cold wind shutter through his scales, Streak folded his wings close to his body and leaned down against the navy blue or Rush's paint. Rush was beginning to shiver as he was not used to any kind of cold. Streak stretched his wings over the Corsair, knowing the fire inside of his chest would keep his skin warm. Rush looked up gratefully at the dragon.
It was then that Streak realized that they needed to find shelter. He began to take tentative steps forward in the snow, his ankles sinking deeply into it. He motioned for Rush to follow.
"S-streak, I-I can't," Rush stuttered, teeth chattering. To prove his point he gave a feeble attempt at starting his engine. It clanked and groaned then sputtered out. A dread was beginning to creep up the dragon's spine as Rush tried again. It was no use. "T-too cold," the plane managed to say.
Streak cupped his talons around one of Rush's long, black propeller. He began to turn it slowly, speeding up as he went along. This tended to work other times when Rush couldn't start. All Streak succeeded in doing was making Rush sneeze. His engine started for that one second then clicked off. "Nice t-t-try."
A frown crept around Streak's muzzle as he climbed back up onto Rush's nose. He stretched his wings over his head and made a sort of shelter over both of them. All they could do was wait for help to come.
They stood there for a few minutes before something whiter than snow flashed past them. A dragon appeared, its wings arching gloriously over its back, talons spread out in the snow, its scales were blue tipped in a glowing white, its eyes were dark blue as the ocean, and it had icicle-like horns protruding from its neck. It stepped forward, eyes glowing brighter than anything either of the creatures had seen before. "Who are you?" the dragon asked in a female voice.
Streak startled, she was speaking dragontongue. It was odd to hear his old language in his ears again. He hardly remembered how to speak it, "I'm Streak."
"What is that that you are on top of?" She swung a pointed talon to the Corsair. Rush glared, fear and courage in his eyes.
Streak didn't know how to explain. He stepped down from Rush's nose and raised his head regally. "That is Rush, an F4U Corsair."
The ice dragon stepped forward with curiosity in her eyes for a fleeting second and then went back to her warrior-like gaze. "This… thing," she said spreading her wing and pointing to Rush, "is alive?" Streak nodded. "So, this F4U Corsair came from where? And you, I've never seen a dragon like you before," she padded around in a circle, examining these two strange creatures.
Streak began to feel his courage failing, "I don't know how we got here and I could say the same about you."
She bristled, "You don't know how you got here?"
"No, I don't," Streak started. "We went into the hanger and…" he saw the confused, challenging look on the dragon's face and he realized he was speaking gibberish to her. How could she know what a hanger was? Streak inwardly slapped himself.
"I don't trust you," she growled, "and unfortunately for you I'm a warrior to Queen Glacier."
"Who's Queen Gladiator?" Rush asked in very poor dragontongue. Streak slapped his tail over the plane's nose.
"Queen Glacier," the dragon bristled, correcting him, "is the IceWings' queen, our queen, my queen." She curled her lips at Rush in a growl, "You are coming with me."
"Um," Streak said, "I hate to break it to you but its too cold for Rush to move."
The female 'IceWing' gave a frown, "Then I guess we'll have to push him then." She trudged through the snow toward Rush's tail and began to push him. Rush grimaced as the dragon's claws scraped against his paint. The plane inched forward then stopped. "Would… you… mind… helping me?" the dragon snarled.
Streak gave an evil grin, planting his talons into the frozen ground, "Sure." The IceWing flapped over to the stubborn dragon before her and slapped her claws over his ears. Streak's head dropped and he went obediently to help push Rush out of the snow. At least he'd be careful not to hurt his friend.
Rush flicked his rudder to the right, slapping both dragons off of him. "What do you two think you're tomatoes?" Rush sputtered, once again failing at his dragontongue.
The white dragon gave a confused, shocked expression, "What?"
"What are you tomatoes?" Rush asked again in a rough, ordering voice.
Streak slapped his paw against his forehead, "He's asking, 'what are you doing?'" Rush gave a look of embarrassment before catching himself and standing tall once more. He had, by now, managed to turn himself around despite lack of engine power.
The IceWing shook her wings as if shaking off the odd comment. "I'm taking you to the IceWing palace where you are to be locked up until the queen can deal with you."
Sorry if it takes a while for the next one. I'm currently dividing my time between Taming Oil and this one so thanks for your patience.