I Holy Shit. I
Alloy surveyed the wreckage around her. Blackened aluminum and shattered wood blanketed the area around her. Further away, a colume of smoke suggested something was still burning. Most of the fuselage that Alloy cracked out of was in a decent-sized crater. N824AH's cargo was also strewn about. One wooden crate was cracked open, revealing several hundred packages of ammunition. Another carried nonperishable food packs. Yet a third appeared to be a shipment of Malus X15 laptops. Was that a Roomba over there?
Alloy squinted.
Yes, that was indeed a Roomba. It seemed to be from one of the MISC crates, which Alloy personally referred to as Massive Irritating Sack of Crap. She smirked, remembering that picture she saw where someone's Roomba ran over their puppy's shit, and smeared it all over the floor.
A flash of silver caught her eye.
It was the metal crate labeled NOVITA she had looked at, how long ago?
Alloyed realized that she had no idea how long she was out. How long would it take for Lt. Hadron to send a search party?
Pyrrhia was a big continent. It would already take awhile for someone to find her without a tracking signal. Add that to the fact that there was the Non-Interferebce Agreement, and it would take too long for someone to find her and Iodine.
Alloy sighed. Help would come too late for her and Iodine.
She was stuck here.
Wind whistled through Alloy's spikes. She laid down on the grass, trying to come up with a solution. The C-130 crashed somewhere west of the massive rainforest. She obviously was not in the western desert.
Her knowledge of Pyrrhian Geography told her that there should be a twin-peaked mountain somewhere nearby. Alloy unfurled her white and tan-edged wings to fly and tried to lift off for a better view.
She yelped and dropped back down. The metal in her side made flying incrediably painful.
I looks like i'm walking. I
I Motherfuck-fucker son of fuck! I
Alloy cursed for the approximately 7,934th time that day. She picked the glass shards out of her talon, but it did not stop hurting. I I shouldn't have left the first-aid kit in the cockpit. I
Her foot was throbbing, so She sat down for a quick break. As she did so, Alloy pulled out a stack of folded papers. She found a couple maps of the continent in the pockets of her flight jacket. She picked out one that corresponded to her region.
If Jade Mountain was there, and that river was there, then she would be riiigghht about...
Here. About 7 miles from a settlement that the map called Sancturary.
The inhabitants of Pyrrhia spoke a different but surprisingly similar dialect of Draconic. It might have something to do with the fact that North Selene, east of Pyrrhia, was settled about 400 years ago by fleeing Pyrrhians. The nearby continent of Dropsophilae was settled sometime about 100 years later by dragons native to Pantala.
Long enough for different dialects to form, but short enough that it was recognizable.
Confident that she knew where she was going, Alloy folded up the map and stuffed it back into her pocket. Groaning, she pulled herself to her feet.
I only seven more miles. I
The sun was starting to get low, so she limped as fast as she could to the river for a drink.
After walking on destroyed legs for hours, the water felt like heaven. SandWings were sensetive to cold tempratures, and IceWings couldn't stand excess heat. The combanation left Alloy with a preferred temprature that was in the middle, but also made her hypersensetive to temperatures outside of that range.
Once she satisfied her thirst, Alloy suddenly realized she hadn't thought out her plan. Very little was known about the Pyrrhian Dragons. She worried about what Pyrrhia etiquette consisted of. That further spiraled into paranoia about religious beliefs and sacred objects and sacrifice.
I Most of the dragons are separated into tribes based on their type. What if they find me, a hybrid, some sort of satanic abomination? Is there something expected of visitors? Are visitors disliked? What about their medical practices? Am I going to end up worse than before? What if I'm attacked? I
Alloy moved her lethal tail to inspect it. About 18 spikes, each one filled with SandWing venom. Alloy could see the green liquid dripping out, glinting in the waning sunlight.
I looks like this might not be so useless after all. I
Feeling more confident, She set off towards the small town, aiming to get there before nightfall, cursing her injuries all the way.
