Mary
Capricorn had found himself another rock to lounge on. The dragon wasn't being very discreet. In fact, it was almost impossible to miss him. His brilliantly vibrant blue wings were stretched out on either side of him, and the golden jewelry melded wonderfully with the fine teal silks that we're wrapped around Capricorns shoulders and wings. He was inspecting his hooked claws languorously, seemingly busy picking something out of the golden tips that he kept on them almost constantly. 

 A lot of things around Capricorn were gold. His earrings, his claws, the heavy rings that looped on his tail and horns. If it wasn't made of gold, it was made of pearl; the likes of which he traded in. So prominent was his business among the pearl industry that Capricorn happened to have dozens of the finest specimens embedded in lines across his scales. He was quite proud of them. Pride isn't quite the word most would us. Vanity, however, was definitely a word commonly associated with Capricorn.

 He had just finished dealing with his last apprentice: some snivelling worm of a seawing hardly out of his dragonet years. The little mudsniffer had finally quit after months of managing to mess up the smallest of tasks. The only reason Capricorn had put up with him for so long was because of his father: a decently wealthy partner who had promised his sons competence. *I lie*, Capricorn thought to himself, continuing to pick that little seawings blood from under his claws. Capricorn hadn't killed him, in the name of the dealings between himself and the worms father. However, he couldn't just let him off unscathed.

 He was supposed to meet someone here. Some sort of tip off for a score that the first Ring was too good to handle, but too important to hand off to the Third ring. The idea of becoming nothing but an errand runner to the Guild annoyed Capricorn to no end, but it hadn't happened enough for Capricorn to bring his worries to Sangrerage.
William
The Hivewing found themselves in the mountain side to search for Capricorn. They flew quickly like a darnerfly and silently, zipping around the side before a speck of blue caught their attention. Junix landed near them, but far enough to where if they tried to lunch they would be able to react in time. It was a defense mechanism they learned while being in the guild. There was no one you could trust, especially in the guild. 

Their rise in the ranks made it so that they were not a stranger to the mannerisms of the dragons who worked alongside them. One by one, they either failed or were never seen again. Junix stayed however, they always did. Forever loyal to nobody but higher ranking dragons. It was always that way. 

They wore nothing but a few gems embedded in their scales and a scarf to hide their mark. They were average for a hivewing, on the leaner side, quick and agile. It was enough for them to get by and some more. Junix didn't speak a word to Capricorn but merely dipped their head in respect, awaiting for any order they were to be given.
Mary
Oh. There it was. The hum of rapid wing movements caused Capricorn to believe it was some sort of Pantalan dragon. That wasn't so bad, assuming it wasn't a Silkwing. Sure, they could fight, but ultimately he'd found Leafwings to be better at killing. Something about them valuing plant life more than others.

 The eventually lifted his head to watch them land, raising an eyebrow. Odd colours, for a Hivewing. That would attract attention, he thought bitterly.

 The seawing before Junix was, for lack of a better term, enormous. He was easily a head taller than most Mudwings, with a heavyset build and powerful arms. His scales seemed to ripple as he pulled himself to his feet. 

 **"Awfully skinny, aren't you?"** He pointed out, approaching Junix with a judgmental expression. He didn't mind the bowed head, but no amount of ego stoking would substitute for what Capricorn was looking for right now: ferocity. **"And those scales. Yeesh, you'll stand out."** His voice was gravelly, but even, like a performer. Without any further commentary, Capricorn seized the assassins jaw in his enormous, gold tipped talons; the likes of which nearly encompassed Junix's entire face. The Seawing pulled the Hivewing in close, his emerald green eyes meeting their strange magenta.

 He twisted Junix's face this way and that with a critical eye, scanning everything.
William
Junix didn't seem phased by the size of the seawing, even if they weren't expecting it. Their expression remained blank, not wanting to engage with a higher rank dragon in a disrespectful manner. 

The hivewing didn't flinch or even seem to move when their face was grabbed, in fact they just looked at Capicorn with their beady eyes as they were examined. The comments flew by their head and they once again remained unresponsive, not knowing if they should speak out for themselves. They didn't see any good coming from it so they remained quiet. 

Their anger was nonexistence, nothing boiled beneath their surface. The only hint of emotion was the sway of their tail that had a strong stinger attached, it scraped along the ground. The stingers on their wrists also scraped the floor, almost as a either a warning sign? Perhaps a way to show they wern't totally useless. They were in the second ring for a reason, soon to be first if they kept up what they had been doing.
Mary
His lip twitched at the edges; the beginning of Capricorns usual cruel, golden-toothed smile. His eyes were humourless, though. They hadn't flinched at all. Perhaps this assassins acting could use some work, but that was besides the point. 

 He jerked the HiveWings skull to the side and upwards painfully, and he leaned in to get a closer look at the scar on their neck: the brand. Noticeably, Capricorn didn't seem to have one. He didn't seem to have *Any* Scars, really. But there was something undeniably sinister in his eyes. 

 Those malevolent eyes scanned the curves of the scar before he roughly released Junix's jaw and stepped away. **"There isn't much *Fight* In you, is there Little Bug?"** He hissed. The Seawing had begun circling Junix, occasionally prodding at a wing or a claw; careful to avoid the stingers. **"How ever could someone like *You* Make it into Sangrerage's good graces?"** There may have been a sharp pain in one of Junix's wings as a gold tipped claw broke through some of the thin membrane: not enough to inhibit flight, but just enough to incite pain. Capricorn was quite good at that.

 He'd circled back around to Junix's face, lowering his head enough to look them in the eye. **"Well?"**
William
The hivewing stood their ground, still remaining unresponsive. Usually dragons would see that there was no fun to be had with messing with them. They might have even given an instigator a quick jab if they were lower ranked to assert their place. However, this Seawing was persistent. 

Their neck gave a little crack at being snapped upward and they felt their shoulders loosen in relief from popping the joint. However it was still painful as they merely squinted. 

*They are looking at it. Why do they care?*
Junix mumbled to themselves, looking at Capricorn with their unwavering stare. Sure, their scar was much deeper than others, it even was placed wrong due to Junix carving it themselves. However, they didn't see it as anything special. 

The Seawing stared back at them, demanding an answer as Junix obediently dipped their head before replying in an eerily calm voice
"I kill. I do what is asked of me."
Mary
The sneer on the Seawings face took on a somewhat satisfied curl at the lips. But obviously, he wasn't done yet. **"Just like that, huh? And why is that?"**

 **"Can't you *Think for yourself?*"** He hissed with mock sweetness, bringing himself in close. **"What? Mommy and Daddy didn't love you enough, so you look for approval from those who don't care?"** He inquired, giving a *Not-so-accidental* Lash of his powerful, deep blue tail that nearly knocked Junix's legs out from underneath them.
William
The hivewing had opened their mouth to respond but Capricorn just continued to speak. When he brought himself closer Junix see the details on the jewelry that covered the Seawing.
 *Blinding. Unnecessary.*
They critiqued

Junix knew they couldn't think for themselves, but they never bothered to anyways. Life took them here and they excelled in it. So why would they be upset?
"Mommy and daddy were murdered by my claws. I don't look for approval. I look for results*Sss*."
They hissed out the last sentence while keeping themselves upright. Even though it was starting to get harder and harder to do. This Seawing was in the way... But they were higher rank and here to give them a job. 

*It's a test. He wants me to fight back doesn't he?*
They wondered, starting to give a glare in an attempt to appear more angry. However they were still calm, waiting, expecting another lash out from their tail. However they flicked their tail upward, ready to stab at the Seawing if they came closer.
Mary
Well, that was some fun information. Capricorn noticed the tail quite instantly: a helpful side effect of his near-constant paranoia. Capricorn had fought Hivewings before. He'd fought quite a few people to get where he was today, and his ego refused him the ability to believe that something so small as this Hivewing could end that for him.

 That being said, he quite liked this little bug. There was ferocity without impulsivity; controlled chaos. That was a good sign. Assuming they could back it up.
 
 **"Show me then. Give me some results."** He hissed. He circled once more before taking a seat on his haunches a few meters in front of Junix. His wings and claws were relaxed, although his eyes were daring. Daring the Hivewing to reach out with its claws or stab with its tail. 

 **"If you can."**
William
They held their chin low, looking directly at the hulking seawing. Their position seemed relaxed but they knew better. They waved their tail, stinger acting as a distraction. They felt Capricorns eyes locked onto it. 

*He expects me to be careless? To dive headfirst? No... His tail would just swing the moment I took a step foreword. Hmmm.*

Junix was used to having an element of surprise. It was how they got a quick slash from their stinger in before finishing their prey. Now, however, they had to think quickly. Without making any other indication of intent Junix lunged foreword, taking a singular step to swivel their tail as a distraction to make Capricorn lunge foreword to grab it as they expected before zipping behind Capricorn, hand stingers ready to pierce.
Mary
Capricorn was not the most predictable dragon; a fact he prided himself on. Sure, he hadn't been expecting Junior to attack so soon, and admittedly had underestimated their speed. 

 Capricorn barely had time to get to his feet before that stinger came rushing for him. He was quick to knock it aside with one of his wings; the impact quite painless for Capricorn, however perhaps Junix would be able to feel the throbbing pain that came from the various pearls that Capricorn had strewn over the joints and webbing. 

 *Moons, he's quick.* Capricorn knew that those stingers would hold something foul. They always did. The Seawing had no intention of experiencing the stiff muscles paralysis or the boiling acid from those stingers. Blood suddenly pumping through his veins, Capricorn brought his tail up (barely) in time to catch the HiveWings stingers on the metal decals on his tail.

 His smile gone, Capricorn turned to face Junix. He hardly had time to think about whether or not Sangrerage would be particularly irritated by this little spat.
William
During his first manuver, the hivewing knew they would get deflected. However, they didn't think about all the annoying metal that came with their scales. Pain didn't affect them much at all though. It hardly slowed them down. Such is the result from their training.

When Junix got their stinger caught in the metal they furrowed their brow. Instead of backing off and waiting for the seawing to make a move, they wanted to make a point. The hivewing shoved their stinger past the jewels and metals. Wiggling until they stabbed their tail. However, they had enough self control to not release any chemicals that were potentially lethal. It wouldn't please the guild leader at all. 

This made Junix easy to catch, a weakness they knew would cost them. However it was worth it to prove they could get a good sting in. Besides, they knew they were not the best dragon for brute force. The most the Hivewing could do was position their body away from the bulky seawings face.
Ryan
If you don't wanna continue tho I completely understand<3