The above OC is in danger, what will your OC do?

aHAHAH WHOOPS THIS WENT KINDA LONG sadfgh

"Oh this is bad."

Erandia stood still, trying her best to look for an escape route. She regrets how she didn't bring any of her units for this little escapade of hers and now, it's far from the portal to summon any of them to help her fight.

Seriously, how did Emblia and Muspell managed to get a wind of her solo adventures? This is an impossible ambush...

Unless someone's been observing her.

An arrow whizzes by her face, drawing a small blood from the cut. She needs to think of a plan or at least, stall long enough for someone to help her or she's really screwed.

((Erandia/Stella is ambushed by a handful of enemy soldiers, and she is far away enough from the portal to not be able to summon any of her Heroes))

Something shined in the distance in the sky. It got closer at blinding speeds until it smacked into one of the enemy soldiers, knocking them to the ground. In their back was a glimmering sword. The other soldiers turned to see someone charging at them, another sword in his hand. He lifted it up and for a brief moment the blade shined red. Then he swung it, a wave of fire bursting out and catching three other soldiers.
Once he was close enough, Roy stopped. He held out his free hand. The sword stuck in the fallen soldier moved on its own before vanishing in a burst of light, only to reappear in the king's hand.
"Leave unless you want to end up like your friends," he said in a deathly serious tone. What remained of the ambush ran off, leaving the two alone. Roy let out a sigh and turned to look at Stella. "Are you okay?" he asked. He blinked at the cut on her cheek. "You're hurt. Come on, let's get you to my home. We can get someone to look at that."

Roy coughed as his back harshly hit the tree. A monstrous beast had been terrorizing his kingdom and he took it upon himself to fight it, only to be vastly outmatched. As the beast slowly began to approach him, Roy looked to the distance. He could barely make out his swords stuck in the ground. His eyes fell to his limp arm. It was too badly injured; he could barely move his fingers let alone summon his swords, and he wasn't confident he could fight this thing off with just one arm...

Sade cursed in Irken. This... Roy character... Human-Roy was bleeding out due to a monster at least 6 times bigger than Sade. 

She was attracted to Human-Roy's hurt body with the smell of his blood. She knew that smell meant bad news, so she ran as fast as she could towards him.

The monster charged at the poor human. Sade knew what she had to do, and with pure primal instinct, she leaped on the monster, biting it on the back of it's neck. She released some of her species naturally made poison into the beast. It had no long term effects, but it might hurt enough to scare something like this away. 

She was lucky it worked. With a pained yelp, the monster ran off. Sade chuckled, licking it's dark blood from her lips and admiring the taste. She turned to the injured human. 

"Thanks", he said.

Sade gave a big smile towards the human. "Ahh, you're welcome. You can repay me by buying me a hot meal!"

(Sade's Senario: )

Sade hated her. 

Another kick to her guts made sure what little content she had in her stomach were vomited up, along with the horrifyingly beautiful blue color of her blood mixed along with it. 

Sade looked up at her. Zinkur.

That pathetic blue-eyed jerk had beaten Sade to nearly an inch of her life. Her body ached. Her ribs were cracked. Her stomach had a huge blue bruise from Zinkur kicking her there. 

"Karma will find you, you worthless gypsy.", Sade sputtered out before closing her eyes. She wasn't unconscious, she just hoped that if she sit still long enough, Zinkur might think she was. 

"Who will stop me? You have NOBODY on this stupid planet, sister dear.", Zinkur cackled.

As Eisla strolled through the forest, she heard yelling from up above her. Stopping in surprise, she glanced around at the tall pine trees until her gaze rested on a guy fearfully gripping the trunk of a particularly lanky one. He seemed to be around 20 feet up. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she took a few steps backward to get a good angle on him.

"Wow! How'd you get up there?" She asked, legitimately impressed.

The guy nearly fell out of the tree when he heard her voice. "That doesn't matter! Please, just help me! I'm terrified of heights!"

Eisla glanced around in vain, hoping someone else was coming to help the guy. "Aw man, y'know, I'd love to, but I'm pretty busy with, uh, stuff. I hope you get down from there someday!" She called up encouragingly, quickly walking away to avoid more awkward conversation.

The guy yelled after her in dismay. "Wait! Come back! Nobody's coming to pick me up!"

As she continued her walk through the woods, she kept thinking about that poor guy stuck in the tree. Maybe I should've helped him...? She thought to herself.

Nah, he'll be fine! He got himself up there, he can get himself down.

**tw: implied panic attack and suicide**

"Stop!" Flying into the room, Ruthenia needs only a second to parse the scene before she lunges for the sword in Eisla's hand. As they wrestle for the hilt, its blade slits skin on her palms and shins, but inch by inch she pries the damned thing out of her hand. "Stop," she repeats, firmer this time, steadier, though her thoughts are afrenzy and she hopes with all her might that her presence might be enough to turn Eisla's thoughts away from what she had planned—just long enough for their eyes to meet. Just long enough for them to talk.

At last they look at each other, though Eisla's tearful gaze immediately falls away. Ruthenia tries not to think on how much worse things could have gone if she hadn't thought to investigate the disquieting sobs she had heard behind Eisla's closed door. Both on the ground now, she listens quietly to this stranger's half-intelligible stammering; in her eyes she sees the familiar petrified daze of a mind trapped in a place it once visited and could never leave behind.

"There, there now. What's your name?" she whispers. "Eisla? Eisla. You're here with me in your room. You're not anywhere else." Eisla is trembling still, but Ruthenia knows better than to touch her unexpectedly. Quietly she slides the sword under the nearby wardrobe, where it cannot be seen for now. "There's no one else here. You're safe. Yeah, you're in your room. I promise you're alright. I promise it'll all tide over soon."

Ruthenia groaned as another torrent of rain doused her, doing her best to ignore the throbbing pain that shot up her leg every five seconds.

Wistfully she gazed up at her home—a little floating shed that was, for all intents and purposes, out of reach at present. Also out of reach was the umbrella on which she had flown here. Just her luck that she had made it almost all the way home, only for an unfortunately-timed freak storm, and an even worse-timed brake, to send her plummeting into what was quickly becoming her least favourite river.

She dearly hoped this wasn't becoming a habit. And she dearly hoped someone who knew how to fly better than she did—or who owned an unnecessarily tall ladder—would come along soon. Her leg wasn't going to fix itself.

Avir was flying along. Of course just at the time he had stopped deciding to be a social outcast for once, a rainstorm had to come along at the last second. As lightning and thunder flashed around him, Avir spotted someone struggling in the rapid flowing watera of the river below. 

Avir hesitated for a second. Should he do this? Well, better to save someone then let them drown. He folded his wings and preformed a suicidal dive towards the river.

He stopped just shy of becoming a feathery pancake on the waters surface. Avir flapped as hard as he could to steasy himself above the gushing waters as he scanned frantically for the person he saw earlier. Spotting her, he went over and managed to grab her by the back of the shirt and drag her onto the riverbanks. He was now thoroughly soaked by this time. 

Soon, they both huddled, shivering, underneath the cover of an old shed as the storm howled on. Avir looked over at the girl he rescued. "So, can you tell me your name? And how you managed to get yourself in that sort of predicament?"

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Well, just his luck. Avir was walking along the docks of an oceanside beach at night when he just accidentally dropped a valuable possession of his, with it plunging straight into the ocean. Naturally, Avir went to fetch it. He didn't see the stray fishermans net until it was too late. 

Now, with his wings heavy with water, the net tangling his legs and the cold gripping at his chest, it was only a matter of time until he would fail to rise up from the water again. He just prayed someone would notice him flailing desperately in the dark ocean.

Spoilered for being long!

Kozoka stumbled face first into the snow. He'd never felt anything like this before, as if his limbs were just logs, inanimate objects he couldn't control. The last three times he'd stumbled he'd gotten back up. This time, he wasn't sure if he could. Back in his village, it had never gotten this cold, had never chilled so much that every part of him managed to be both numb and in terrible pain at the same time.

All he could do was curl up, wrapping his tail around him as best as he could to utilize its fur. Its teeth were chattering as well. He could feel the movement reverberating against him. Tears pricked his eyes as he thought of Hazuka, sick back home. What he would give to see him right now, to cuddle with him. Kozoka had never liked the cold, never. Was it... going to kill him? Unless someone just happened by soon... maybe it was time for Kozoka to face that fact. He was freezing to death out here, lost in the wilderness.

A shadow fell over the shivering creature curled up in the snow.
Looking up Kozoka would have seen the large dragon looming over him.
His ebony mane caught in the harsh cold wind and the sun was directly behind his head appearing almost like a halo to the creature looking wearily up at him.

It would seem like this was it... Kozoka was cold and vulnerable and now to top it all off he had a god damn dragon standing over him which was staring right at him.
Surly the dragon would kill him? This would be a reasonable thing to have thought given the dragon's size and lack of food in the aria due to the ice and snow.
It would have been natural for Kozoka to have closed his eyes or covered his face as the dragon's jaws parted giving view to sharp teeth designed for ripping through flesh with ease.
Saliva dripped from the dragon's jaws and ignited like napalm before it hit the ground.... What was worse? being burned to death or torn apart?
It may have come as a surprise to him that the dragon didn't intend on doing either but instead spat his liquid flame on the ground close to where Kozoka was curled up in an effort to try and warm him up with his fire.
He spread out one of his large wings to shelter him and the fire from the harsh wind and sat there calmly and patiently waiting for the life to come back into the freezing creature so that he could guide him the rest of the way through the frozen waste land back to where ever it is he came from.
He may be a dragon now but he was still mentally the same person as he was when he was human, and that person sympathised for the shivering wreck.

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He was caught in a snare.
A metal wire cut into his neck getting tighter the more he struggled or even moved until he became totally breathless.
He could feel his consciousness slipping away and fading to black.
The pain he had been experiencing was going numb and everything he heard around him now sounded distant and muffled.
Who had created such a trap? Was it for him? ... Well they'd got him now so kudos on catching a dragon.
This didn't seem like it was going to end so well for him though.

And just as the wire was about to overtake the dragon, it warped sharply outward, and then the entire apparatus flew toward a strange alien figure. The metal parts of this contraption all stuck to their legs (Of which there was a lot of), but they barely seemed perturbed. "That did not look particularly comfortable." They said, directly into his mind. "My apologies if you were attempting to sleep, I can put it back.  "

They were very quickly reassured that that would not be necessary.

"Very well." They agreed. "Stay safe, I wish you well." And as mysteriously as they had appeared, they began to slink back into the forest. Perhaps not so dramatically or efficiently, as the snare was still stuck to their magnetic legs. What an odd person.

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The mountains and snow were no place for a creature of 527's magics, yet unfortunately, that was where they had been sent. Their landing site was a blizzard in all directions, and the atmosphere had been more turbulent than anticipated. Impact with the planet's surface had shattered their emergency magic canister, a feat they hadn't thought possible until they saw all of the magic energies crystalizing uselessly into the powdery snow. 

Now they were trapped in the cold, and if they didn't find heat or magic soon they would go dormant; And without assistance, surely perish.

Pastel purred on his confy, warm blanket pile that he totally not had stealed from someone. The unicat was exploring the mountains, and ended up like that. He perked the ears as his eyes stopped in one... What the heck it was? Pastel looked scared on the start, but hey, they appeared in problems. He should help.

The small unicat picked one of the big blankets he had stolen found, and jumped next to 527. "Mrrow... You doesn't seem good! Pick this." he meowed with the long tail flicking as he let the blanket on front of them.

Seeing as 527 picked it, the unicat quickly started to climb to stop on their shoulder. "I'll stay with you while you aren't warm enought. I know a cave next to here, we can stay there!" he meowed, curling the long tail around 527's neck.

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Pastel screamed in horror as one stick on flames falled next to him. He was stuck on one forest fire, and the unicat was so scared for try to scape. He yowled, trying to found help, but it already seemed too late for him. 

Motherbeast

you appear to have forgotten to return to your claim?