Jeffery
His eyes brightened at the invitation of a challenge, and he briefly wondered how long it'd been since he and his brother raced among the evergreen trees. A streak of competitiveness ribboned through his scales, and despite the anxious swell in his stomach, he choked out a small chuckle.

Tension still lay in his tail as he bowed his head, shoulders high and almost kneeling amongst the riverbed as patience from various sessions of fishing, or rather mostly waiting with his father as they stood on the iced lake. His teeth were bared incase of a flicker of slick scales that happened to pass within the hole in the ice, water lazily lapping at the thick ice on the surface. He remembered how those sessions became more silent as he grew older, and he couldn't recall whether or not the silence was comfortable.

Wings pinned to his side, claws steady in the moist soil and eye keen, he waited for a fish to swim closer to the water's edge. Lazy fins loosely swept the pebbles below, glimmers of sunlight reflecting off its scales.

Water splashed as he struck at the fish, blood curling up in the water in swirls. He lifted his head and snarled, eyes darting as the fish managed to slip from his jaws, the blood and refraction of light obscuring a proper strike. Quickly, he pounced where he thought the fish to be, considering the blood.

Taking it into his maw and eating he promptly, he flashed a shy, toothy grin toward the SkyWing. 

"Perhaps it would," He started, regarding the raccoon comment from earlier, "But fish are much tastier."
Victor
His eyes narrowed as he watched the IceWing catch the fish, envy stabbing at his insides. It had taken him an hour to finally catch a fish, and this dragonet managed to catch the first one he saw? "Show off, you just got lucky." He huffed, averting eye contact and allowing his annoyance to show through his face and his lashing tail. He supposed it made sense that an IceWing could be good at catching fish, sea life is scarce in those temperatures, so they would need to have good reflex and be able to catch the few they saw. "Betcha couldn't catch another." He challenged, intending to watch the other dragonet's technique.
Jeffery
He smiled at the ego boost of 'getting lucky,' but he couldn't deny the anxiousness lifting in his stomach at the aggravated lashes. He hadn't wanted to show off, he just wanted to eat. He kept a note of it, to keep until he had time to reflect- hoping more prevalent fears would lay off when he did.

"Hmph, watch me," He stated, playing into the expectation he warped himself into- or atleast to match the SkyWing's characteristics.

He walked into the water this time, careful not to disturb the sediment on the pebbly bed, facing upstream as he positioned himself the same as before- head ducked, shoulders up, wings pinned to his sides, tail tense and claws carefully positioned in between the rocks. The blood from earlier was already swept away, as if the fish was never there, as his eyes narrowed for another fish.

A lengthy trout swam by, with fat encouraging a good meal. Slowly lowering his head closer toward the water and readjusting his talons for the proper angle to strike, he leapt into the shallow water, maw clamping around the fish with struggle as pebbles scuffed at his legs and underbelly. With a grunt, he stood upright and shook himself, the trought somewhat mangled in his teeth.

"Told ya," He remarked somewhat casually, anxiousness easing as he attempted a smile. He flicked the trout over, to offer it to the SkyWing.
Victor
He glared at the trout, before looking up and pointing his glare to the IceWing. He definitely could go for another fish, but his pride wouldn't allow him to eat one offered to him like this. He stuck his snout up away from the food, walking into the river himself. "I don't need *Your* Fish, I can catch my own." He hissed

He tried to recall and mimic the other dragonets stance. Head ducked, shoulders up, wings pinned, tail tense and claws positioned between the rocks.. He was pretty sure this is what the other had done. He felt nervous with the pressure of catching a fish - if he failed to catch one in front of this IceWing who just managed to catch two in a row, he would be humiliated. He *Had* To do this.

The fish that began to swim past wasn't as plump and appetising as the trout that the IceWing caught, but he wasn't going to be picky. He took a deep breath, lowering his head and trying to not disturb the water too much as he shifted his talons to a better position as he had seen the other dragonet do.

It was now or never, the fish wasn't going to just swim in this one section of the river waiting for Galah to catch it. He pounced forward at it, using his mouth to grab the fish instead of his talons like he had been before. The sharp rocks scratched at his delicate underbelly and chin. As he sat back up, his face dripped with river water and he seemed to have also grabbed some pebbles in his mouth along with the fish. It wasn't a graceful catch, but he did it. He unceremoniously climbed out of the river and spat out the fish and rocks, shaking his body from all the water. "See? Easy." He smiled proudly as he seperate the fish from the rocks and ate it.
Jeffery
He sniffed indignantly at the SkyWing's reaction, growling softly as he ate the plump fish, the taste strange and new yet nice. Sitting down on the grass, he curled his spiked tail and watched the SkyWing walk into the water and crouch similarly to how he had.

He briefly wondered if this was the SkyWing's technique before- he hadn't the eyes nor position to analyse such. Judging from his earlier speech, the SkyWing wasn't having the best of luck. He allowed his own agitation to slowly fall as he watched the other prepare to jump, quietly laughing at the ungraceful fall.

"Grabbed some weights aswell?" He asked dryly with a small smile, notioning to the rocks with his claws. His claws curled into the ground, hoping the SkyWing enjoyed his joke-thing.
Victor
The scales on his face felt warm with embarassment - at both how the other dragonet laughed at him and the joke about the rocks. "It-" He batted the pebbles back into the river "I'm just used to catching bigger fish than that one, so I opened my mouth wider than I needed." He lied, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his front legs. After a moment of bitter silence, he finally asked, "What's your name anyways, IceWing?"
Jeffery
Now it was his turn to be embarrassed- who names an IceWing *Iceberg?* Not only that, but he didn't know how big of a mouth this SkyWing had. Yet- his name had little significance to others... 
After some hesitation, he spoke.

"'Berg... What about you?"
Victor
"Berg," He repeated, trying the name out on his tongue. "Just *Berg*? What an odd name." He shrugged, what did he know about IceWing names anyways? "My name is Galah," He introduced pridefully, puffing his chest up
Jeffery
He shrugged in turn. He didn't have to go into detail about it, which he preferred. He tilted his head at Galah. His name suited his pinkish scales, and he couldn't help but notice how proud he seemed to be. 

"Galah doesn't sound much better, either." He joked lightheartedly. "Sounds silly and pompous." He remarked, unsure if those were the right words at all.
Victor
He looked suprised and a bit offended, no one had ever poked fun of his name before - it was a very normal SkyWing name. "It does *Not*!" He retorted in a childish tone. "I'm named after an intelligent and beautiful bird! Atleast my name doesn't sound like the sound someone makes as they're about to vomit!"
Jeffery
He rolled his eyes at the insufferable SkyWing. "It's an abbreviation, bird-brain." He hissed, anger boasting confidence because of their similar age and size. "I doubt you could fly better than the galahs themselves, SkyWing and all."
Victor
That stabbed him in an insecurity Iceberg couldn't have possibly been aware of, Galah opened his wings partly and unwrapped his tail from his front talons, letting it wave in warning behind him. "What's that supposed to mean? What makes you think that, huh?" He growled, glaring dangerously.
Jeffery
He growled defensively, eyes narrowing toward Galah as he showed his claws and the whip of his tail. Iceberg got up, shoulders tense and talons dug into the ground to prepare himself for anything, but mostly to run as caution swelled in his stomach.

"You can barely catch a fish for starters," He remarked cruelly as he remembered the comments about raccoons and escape artists. "And if you can, you make it look pitiful." He said snidely. He liked the power he held, even if it was just in skills- basic as they were, he'd argue.
Victor
Smoke flowed from his nostrils, his ears pinned flat to his head as he stood up as well. He couldn't find any words to snap back at the other dragonet with as humiliation, inadequacy and anger bubbled at his scales. He flared his wings to their full wingspan and suddenly jumped at him and held him down, talons digging into his shoulders and his back legs straddled over his stomach. His wings were huge, as typical for a SkyWing. He used them to block almost all of the IceWing's view, in hopes it would make it difficult to visualise an escape plan. 

"You have some nerve!" He spat, the fire charging in his throat visable with a faint slow illuminating the inside of his mouth. "I should tear the membrane of your wings, then we'll see who's pitiful! Then we'll see who can't fly well!"
Gordon
Are characters allowed to swear because i'm censoring him a little
Christine
Yeah someone said fuck once I think

Sorry I'll go UAHSJHD
Jeffery
All too soon the tranquil blue sky was replaced with a dark red, a pain stabbed at his shoulders and his stomach felt light because of the inducing pressure. He roared and struggled underneath him, lean stature unhelpful in maneuvering. The spines on the back of his neck was terribly uncomfortable as they were forced into the ground, flinching as far away as he could from the sparks of light in his throat, shaking his head and trying to regain any sense of thought. No. He didn't want to go back. Not now. Not ever.

He just caught what Galah yelled, and without thought roared again, this time out of anger, shaking his head. He already had a weak wing- but he could fly, scars and all. *Please no,* He thought, *I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was a joke-* Was it? Words couldn't form under his stress as he tried to get away from the red.