Dragon Rider RP (Closed)

As they went into the cave, more people were visible- there had to be at least thirty in sight at first glance. There were torches and campfires scattered that lit up the cavern, but the light was still relatively dim, and faces were hard to make out.
What Pollux first noticed was that more than half of the people here were quite young, either teens or children, perhaps his age at best. The second thing was that of the older teens and adults, most of them had clear injuries, whether they be burns or wounds from weapons that were crudely and hastily covered up with bandages. As he walked on, he saw even more people, and an area set aside for those that were perhaps dying from their ailments. There were about five people lying on blankets and makeshift cots, and an old woman sitting nearby, pain and sadness seeming to permanently be etched into her face. Pollux, without thinking, made his way towards her to offer a hand.
Aurelius was one of the last to enter. He was stunned at what he saw. Dragon riders, all like him and his allies, were somewhat crowded into this cave. There were several dragons lined up to the side of the cave. It was a bad temporary living situation, but he could tell they were trying to make the best of it. Even as horrible as it seemed, to Aurelius, it was better than wandering around without a home to return to.

Nox was still at the edge of the cave. She peeked her head up. Over here, darling, she said, Why don't you come with us? There are other survivors here.

Pollux had been helping with the dying patients, to apply fresh bandages and salves, give out water, and do anything else that was necessary. He got to the last one, only to realize that they weren't breathing. Still warm, but no heartbeat. Pollux jumped into action and started doing chest compressions, despite the fact he was exhausted and barely had the energy to spare. It was a few minutes later, after he had snapped a couple of ribs and was absolutely drenched in sweat that he realized it was too late to do anything- that this person, who was his age at the oldest, was much too far gone for him to rescue.
He buried his head in his hands, obviously distressed, but he didn't move or make a sound after this. Pollux needed a few minutes to collect himself. He'd already seen enough. This pushed him over the edge.
Meanwhile, Aurelius was talking to some of the survivors about what had happened, and it was all eerily similar to their village's case.

Aurelius approached Arioch after gathering more information. "So it seems these people did not come from the village we just saw up in flames. They're from other ones… They were also attacked with the help of insiders. The common threads I'm seeing are traitors being used for tactical advantage, and said traitors typically being people who weren't born into the village and never seemed to fit in entirely. I've also heard several reports of a specific leader, possibly. A man of about 50 years riding a Great Dragon. I didn't see him back in our village, but I'm sure I missed a lot with my narrow focus. Point is, they have a leader. I'm not sure about the nature of their hierarchy, but something tells me killing him might help us out a bit."

"I'm fine," Valkyrie replied tersely, folding her arms in front of her. She paced a little bit. She was much more worried about what might become of her family than her "friends." They were mere stepping stones on the path to revenge, but she didn't want her family to suffer for it when the influx of her money stopped.

Nox approached Oliver. Do you mind if I take care of your egg for a bit? It's awfully close to hatching… Might be more eager to come out when cared for by another dragon.

Nox carefully nudged the egg closer and she laid down, curling her body around it so that the egg was pressed up against her belly and surrounded in her warmth. She felt a flutter of warmth in her heart; she had never had the opportunity to help hatch a baby dragon before, or even be hatched in the presence of another dragon.
I think it might hatch within the next day… she said gently, And that's at the most.

(Yeah, go for it. That'll get things rolling a little more on their end.)

Valkyrie paced in front of Mara's cage.
"Any clue why they decided to capture you?" She asked, neither sympathetic nor cold. Just indifferent and a little curious.
She placed her hands on the bars and sighed a little. "And what became of Aurelius? I take it he didn't die from his injuries…"

Valkyrie's lip curled a little. She was still getting used to working alongside these brutes and thugs and lunatics, and truthfully, she quite disliked them all at the moment. She recognized Cerulean, she thought, but it took a moment for her to remember where from.
"You were one of the men leading when we attacked my village, weren't you?" she asked, only half-certain.

"Valkyrie," she replied. Her tone was extremely serious, and almost snippy, but anyone paying enough attention would have noticed she was just on edge and out of place. "I joined from the village in the southern forests."

(Yeah, you really didn't miss much. The new page structure probably made it look like it though.)
Valkyrie suddenly felt really defensive. Her hand was resting on her halberd before she was aware.
"You know, I figure we're on the same side. I'm new here, and if all you're gonna do is pick on me and call me a child- which I'm not- then we're gonna have some problems, my friend. The lot of you are lucky to have me. Hell, I'm not entirely sure you could've breached my village's defenses with such ease had I not joined. And if you think you can get to me by treating me like an inferior, you're absolutely wrong. I'm not here to antagonize you. You might as well do the same for me, especially because someone's probably going to end up furious if you start driving away the newbies."