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| Torn between the past and the future; Tag: Jackins | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 5 2015, 10:27 AM (405 Views) | |
| Void | Jun 5 2015, 10:27 AM Post #1 |
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Izanami Miristiale The sun had finally decided to peek through the clouds and warm the rain drenched ground that had been soaked by the hurricane during the Opening Ceremony. The entire hatching complex had been majorly protected from the storm even if the power had cut off momentarily and the sands were dry and warm from the afternoon sun that shone through the glass dome. The warmth felt good on the Glass/Metal dragons feet as she slowly made her way through the hatchery grounds. She didn't seem to have a particular destination or actively searching like most mothers had, instead she aimlessly wandered through various biomes even ones that didn't look to fit one of her and her mates elements. Eventually the cold and wet seemed to drive her to the warmer and more dry areas, a pool of lava she passed refracting through her shattered glass body casting beautifully colored lights on the rocks around her. Eventually she seemed to get to a place that felt alright and paused sniffing around the area. She turned her head as if to look at something next to her. What do you think Astr- Pain filled her chest and her whole body seemed to tense before she slumped to the ground, not even holding her head up. She seemed to be looking off into nothing but in truth she was staring at something reflected on the sands in front of her, a small circle of light, light streaming through a crystal floating in the center of her antler like crest. It was obviously a bonding crystal but seemed much to small for a dragons. |
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| Jackins | Jun 12 2015, 12:20 PM Post #2 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Of all the unnecessary camping trips that Gustabari had made in his lifetime, this one seemed to take the cake. Xifeng had already teased him once or twice about the decision to roost within the hatching grounds, but the grumpy fire would have none of it. Xifeng had made her preferences known for where she wanted to next during the welcoming ceremony for the new candidates, and he was going to be utterly sure that the location remained free from inspection by others passing through. That he didn't reallly need to do so was an unimporant consequence. He wanted to do it and doing so seemed a worthwhile effort. The overly plush fire had not even really considered siring hatchlings since the jump through time. His first had long since passed as a consequence. Nevermind that Lerna had been there and having someone to share his excitement so dear to his heart in a way that Xifeng could sadly not reach, was a sensation that he missed, even now. The pain dulled over time, but it never disappeared. Gus half wondered how these hatchlings would turn out and he worried more still over who they choose to bond with, if they bonded at all. Incaensor had chosen not to bond at all, and Xifeng the same. He half wondered if such a family history had any bearing on future generations, but shrugged with a bit of a snort as he rested his head upon the warm earth. He was fretting over nothing, like some broody hen. No wonder Xifeng considered his notions humorous. With a languid stretch the fire spread his wings wide, casting a splash of yellow fire upon the stone ledge as black talons scrabbled upon the stone, unable-or unwilling-to knead it like flesh. He had staked out the largest swath of a rock ledge nestled above one of the bubbling lava pits. Warmth eminated from the bottom of the stone, but it was high enough that any stray embers would be free from the ledge. He had, for his own purposes, set up a cooler and a little pup tent in the corner to keep his constant vigil and he cared very little for the opinions of others as he slept on the warm stone, or busied himself with sweeping it clean, keeping the surface immaculate until it was time to vacate for Xifeng. In the interim, Gustabari amused himself with the simpler pleasures in life. The dome over the hatching sands made the sunlight streaming through the glass quite bright, and his lounging tended to follow the course of the traveling light for basking. He had become a pro at relaxing in his time away from the ravages of war and sleeping was a great talent to have developed. The other great past time was watching who was coming and going through the sands. Numerous females came and went to scope out an appropriate nesting site and it was always interesting to see who might be arriving and what new generation that might entail. So far his watching over the little patch of stone had paid off, and no one had come near his current roost. He was watching now as curious blue eyes followed in the wake of one of the Stormwing's own. The glass/metal dragoness seemed to plod with no clear direction. Her meandering led her through habitat that seemed most unsuitable for her element, but that would be presumptuous on Gustabari's account, for he did not know who she had permitted to fly with her this season. The fire ceased his stretching and remained perched, watching with his head cocked softly. He had been there long enough that he could offer advice, not that a mother should require it, but she did not appear old enough to have visited these sands before and he'd been camping out for quite some time now. A little nudge couldn't possibly hurt. As he got back up and shook himself free of dust and laziness, he watched a touch more as the dragoness' aimless wandering brought her closer to the lava pits below his perch before turning to speak, and simply flopping over as if she'd been suddenly liberated from her bones. The fire's heart sank as he took in the listless expression. What seemed to have been directionlees staring was much more than that as the little pinpoint of light that shouldn't have been there amongst the myriad of colorful prisms -a bonding crystal...with no rider to be seen. His wings carried him over the ledge without much of a thought. Gliding was easy enough, though it took some small effort to wheel about without the counterbalance of a tail to aid him a his paws touched down on dry, dusty earth before padding towards the lone dragoness. He stayed in what aught to be her peripheral vision and did not come too near the little crystal reflection in the sands before flopping down quietly to watch the little circle of light with her. "It hurts, doesn't it?" |
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| Void | Jun 17 2015, 11:43 AM Post #3 |
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She could sense another dragons presence but did little to acknowledge it, even to herself. Her eyes were completely focused on the light cast in front of her, her mind an agony of storms. Even as the Fire approached her she still did not move, she couldn't muster the energy to care even if she had wanted to. She payed him no heed as he lay down opposite of her until he spoke. Even then she most likely wouldn't have acknowledged him except for something tinging his voice. Something that had been in Carpathians voice as well, the pain of knowing and understanding. And knowing that their own pain would not wash her own away. Her eyes lifted to the Fire's though they seemed to take a long time in refocusing on him. She felt conflicted for a moment, did she want to talk to this dragon or keep her words to herself. Carpathien would try to get her to talk, though he was always gentle about it and never pushed her to do so if she hadn't wanted to. Deep down she knew it was what she needed to do but it was so hard to share. How did one share the memory of one so precious? "She was on my back. She was there and then. She was gone." Her eyes cast back to the light of the bonding crystal. It became obvious that when she meant gone she meant it in more than just her riders life had left, but her entire body had as well. Her body seemed to tense as the memories of that fight flooded back into her mind. At least the shattering of her glass body had stopped though there wasn't much left that hadn't been shattered at least a little. There was no gleam to her scales, to shine to the metal across her body. It looked dull and without any luster where once it had been bright and gleaming. Only the bonding crystal seemed to be kept impeccably clean and brilliant. She seemed on the brink of saying more but did not as if she wanted to talk, but forgot how. |
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| Jackins | Jun 19 2015, 04:07 AM Post #4 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Gustabari was nothing if not patient, at least with others. Other than rise and fall of his chest and the slight sheen to his eyes there was no indication that the fire might be anything other than part of the surrounding scenery. Despite his proximity, he remained unobtrusive barring the few words he shared with the glass. Her pain was plainly visible in the shattered form of her glass scales. He could only assume that she had lost her rider following the end of the graduation ceremony. So many lives taken, and all of them undeserving of an early end. Even those among Nondir's ranks were unworthy of such dismissal. It was not their fault after all that their orders were given by a madman. They both bore the scars of loss, though all he had were the decades that followed. The glass was raw, like an exposed nerve that even made him feel uneasy. "She was on my back. She was there, and then. She was gone." The fire listened before taking in a bigger breath than usual, letting out a mournful sigh. He felt the phantom twitch of his tail and gritted his teeth as his paws gripped the earth. Such a similar pain and all he could do was listen. He didn't want to interrupt her with his own experience, at least not yet. But as the glass body tensed she seemed less able to speak. Not from a lack of desire, but the all too painful loss of ability. The pain would have to be threaded carefully from the shattered dragoness and silence for once, simply would not do it. "She fell from the sky. The ground took her from me before the acid could finish." It almost hurt with how easily the words spilled from between his teeth. Years of denial and self beratement gave way to the uneasy truth of the whole disaster. Acceptance. There were no other possibilities that he could conceive, nothing that he could have done differently that would have saved Lerna from their fate. Other than choosing not to follow the wing into battle, and that of course was not an option that either of them would have taken, even if it were feasible. They knew the risks, and they had come up short. But telling it in such a cold fashion to one so new to bereavement would not go over well and Gustabari did not force such a bleak outlook upon the glass. Nor would he. It was a conclusion she would have to reach herself, and it would take many, many years. It would never make the loss sit well, regardless of that fact. |
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| Void | Jun 21 2015, 04:05 AM Post #5 |
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She kind of stayed in her frozen posture until the Fires voice startled her out of it. His rider too had fallen in a similarly agonizing manner. No matter how it happened losing someone close to you would always be heart wrenching. Izanami had never wanted violence, Astrym was a kind soul and Iza had picked her from the crowed rather than the candidates prepared for war. Neither wanted to fight and it had seemed like they could contribute indirectly through the Glass/Metals talent in creating exquisite armor and weapons. But the Emperor of Nondir was a cursed soul, ending a ceasefire at the graduation ceremony. They had gone to see Izanami's own child, Brazier, graduate and join the ranks of the Crystal Titan but it had all gone so wrong. So, horribly, wrong. She had almost lost her daughter in that fight as well as her bonded. Hope for Brazier and the live growing within her was all that kept her from following after the soul of Astrym. Carpathian, her mate, had been there for her watching over and doing his best to keep her alive. He had lost his own rider, yet in a different yet no less painful manner. Though the Glass/Dragon was changing she still wanted to keep the core of Astrym alive, and the thing that the young woman held closest to her was helping people. There wasn't much she could bring herself to do, but perhaps, just a little light, would help in even the darkest times. Her eyes shifted up and the bonding crystal hovering, so protected within her antlered crest moved outward slowly. It moved until it was partway between the two dragons, its facets reflecting light all around it, little lights shining on both of them. "She would have liked you. And probably would want to hug your fluff. |
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| Jackins | Jun 22 2015, 06:35 AM Post #6 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Gustabari remained silent for a time as the young metal and glass mulled over her thoughts. They were no doubt tumultuous. He could only imagine what she was going through and he did his best not to interject with his own experience. As the younger dragon shifted her head ever so slightly, the fire watched patiently. He could see the misplaced little glimmer of light much better and he rumbled in delight. Though she spoke with difficulty, at least she wasn't shying away from his attempt to reach out. It was not a small gesture at all. "She would have liked you; and probably would want to hug your fluff." The the older fire gave a small chuckle at that, stretching out his short legs slightly and flexing his little clawed bean toes with a toothy grin. "She would have been most welcome. I enjoy cuddles." Gustabari mused."Lerna would spend hours braiding my mane while in humanoid form...she wanted me to look my best." It was something that remained with him forevermore. His little rider had a lasting effect on him that was hard to ignore. To this day Gus used the bits and bobbles to counteract his loss of a tail, but he would not at all deny that he enjoyed looking nice. He did sorely miss her company though. Xifeng was a wonderful help, but she could not replace tiny fingers and and little humorous additions to his adornments that a Lerna's innocence inspired. His languid stretch ended with his paws briefly curling over his face before he tucked them in neatly underneath himself, making a fluffy dragonloaf. "What about your rider?" He let the question hang for a moment, gauging her reaction. "What did she enjoy?" |
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| Void | Jun 22 2015, 09:36 AM Post #7 |
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She watched as Gustabari seemed pleased at her remark that Astrym would have liked to hug his fluff his chuckle causing his mane to ripple with its massiveness. A strange emotion began to fill the Glass/Metal, it ached like everything did these days but with it was something else. Fondness? At the thought of Astrym flopping into the Fire's massive amount of fur. It was strange and it confused her what emotions were flowing through her mind. She listened as he talked about his rider, Lerna, would braid his mane and want him to look his best. When he asked about Astrym at first she slightly recoiled at the question. All these emotions flowing through her mind were confusing and she did not know how to react to them all. But she was starting to realize something, if she wanted the memory of Astrym to live on her memory would have to live in more than just her mind. Astrym would have to live in Carpathian's mind, and Gustabari's, anyone worth knowing the spirit of the young girl. She seemed to calm down slightly from his asking about Astrym and seemed to be contemplating something deeply. Now that she had decided to share the spirit of Astrym she realized she did not know how. How could she accurately make people feel what her rider had made her feel and realize. Mere words would never do an emotion justice. But words was all she had and all she could think of using. "She. She loved masks. To make them and wear them, she was very shy to strangers but once she felt comfortable around someone she would be a lifelong friend full of life and energy." Her voice seemed to waver as she thought of her most precious memories of Astrym. The girl had been to young to be in battle, they were never supposed to be in any fight, their position was that of crafters, to make armor and weapons, not fight. But Nondir had ended the peace treaty, had lashed out when they had sworn not to. A fire seemed to blaze within Izanami's eyes, a change from the listless pain that had resided there before. |
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| Jackins | Jul 20 2015, 03:01 PM Post #8 |
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Masks? Gustabari canted his head curiously with a mirthful expression. I would hazard a guess that they were glorious, yes? What with her imagination, and your shared elements? I would like to see one some time, perhaps...if I may? the fire was nothing, if not encouraging. His tone pleasant and jovial. Sharing the bond with others was the only way to keep it alive forever and it seemed perhaps, that underneath the facets of broken glass and twisted metal, the sadness had parted, infinitesimally, to allow that grain of truth to slip free. Gus was not content however, to let such a thing remain dormant, or budding. Such knowledge was pertinent for ones survival. Once, when the pain of loss was new, he didnt say gone, it seemed likely to send them both reeling, I didnt want to say anything. To share my Lerna with anyone. he shook his head free of the sand and rocky debris hed picked up from rolling on the the stone floor of the hatching grounds. I was miserly, covetous , he extended his forepaws again, grasping at the ground with possessive claws and a frustrated, toothy snarl; angry with himself it seemed. I was so distraught over the loss of my Lerna that her memory became a poison. My obsessiveness snatched me bald, in places. He nosed a shoulder swirl that, closer inspection would reveal the slightest discoloration. I languished for so long that my pain became self destructive. I drove away those trying to help me, I lost friends and potential allies because I found it difficult to do anything more than brood over my failure. In the end, I had forgotten what I loved the most about my bonded. He paused as his wings snapped open momentarily. He had not meant to break out into a harsh lecture, necessary or not. I know that the ceasefire was very recent. I lament that I could not fly with our wing, though my disability makes me a liability, and I would not wish to have others die for some ill-placed sense of duty. He paused once again, knowing that such heavy words after pleasant conversation were unlikely to be received well. What I am trying to say, is that you cannot let yourself internalize the pain. The best way to remember your bonded is to share her with those around you. Anyone. Friends, strangers .it does not matter. his head bobbed gently as the words continued. I have been...wandering for decades sharing Lernas passions all over Novel. I dabble in glass blowing I know that my craft could never hold a candle to yours of course, but they suit their needs well enough. Sharing trinkets such as these, the fire reached for his mane before removing a rainbow colored bead-small to him-immense in size to a person in comparison. He nosed it gently over to Izanami. and a story to go with them means that Lerna can touch more people. Her memory will flourish in others...you could do the same for Astrym. |
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