DoA - Drawlloween 2020: Spooky Sports Network

There was a set of sports which were around happening around her with various other dragons, but she didn’t really know what she could do with them. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around her, watching everyone closely from the sand dune which she was partially hiding behind. She didn’t exactly want to participate in the madness which was happening around her. There was some sort of… Scare fest. They were making a sport out of playing seemingly practical, scary jokes on one another. She watched as a pair of green sea skimmers were tackling one another, shouting and squeaking loudly at one another, smacking each other with small, squishy, hard-to-wash orange ink like substance.

A red aqrion, quite like herself, was setting up some sort of trap for whoever went too close to their home. It looked as if there was a trip wire strung up by some kelp. If it were to be triggered, something dark would spray up to the intruder – and it looked like it was some sort of ink. Spessy shuddered slightly, she’d had some bad experiences with ink. It took quite a long time to even get rid of the black on her scales and considering it had been across her face which had been attacked by the ink… Her misfortune was quite obvious, unfortunately.

She rumbled quietly, her eyes trailing down towards the edge of the hole which she was spying out of. Admittedly, she didn’t like the idea of being caught up in this whole mess, she didn’t want to trip a single one of those tricks that everyone was setting up and enjoying making a sport of it. Slowly she made her way out and towards the exit of the cave she was in, trying her best not to get spied by anyone. Although the bright orange body and her rather bright pink tail didn’t help her with her concealment strategies.

It was unfortunately made all the more obvious when, as soon as she left, she felt something smack into the side of her, before a scarily familiar sensation of her scales quickly cooling and the black seeping up into the water. She shrieked in alarm, her eyes widening, before narrowing, glaring daggers up at the grinning emerald dragon.

“MALACHITE! You know how long this took to-“

She was cut off as she felt another thud-smack, Malachite successfully landing another burst of black ink, grinning widely, “You’d better run then! I have more than just the handful that have hit you!” He yelled back, laughing in joy as he continued to barrage her with ink-sacks, the orange dragon swimming quickly, desperately, trying to get back home and out of the open grounds to hide for the next week as she would have to try that black ink off!