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| Ripples in Destiny; The Touching + Time Plot | |
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| Senaru | Feb 11 2017, 12:06 AM Post #121 |
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Omnicient Creator
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The Eye of The Storm Not long after the explosion, the volcanic egg had begun to calm, the smoke eased off until it was a small smolder and the lava cooled, cracked, and fell away harmlessly. It was as if the grounds had held their breath again, but different than when the Time dragons had paused things. A shaky calm. Xifeng landed, heart heavy. Another of her children gone and burned to ash and dust, as so many had before. She hadn't enough talons to count them. She knew the risks, but she still tried. All she could do was sweep her magnificent white wings over the sand and ash and bury them, letting the blackness seep into the feather tips, a sort of personal ceremony before she placed the other egg down, sifting sand over the odd tail to help prevent it going off early too, though an errant spark could still catch the odd powdery surface of the egg. She twisted her long, swan thin neck to look to Gus, and churred lightly to him, giving the all clear to return to the nest, her wings spread to comfort him if he needed it. They could mourn together, and in time, perhaps acceptance would come to them. "We still have two left,...There's still a chance..." She spoke, nuzzling him whenever he chose to come back over. Had she been in a more stable mind, she would have flown to check on others, to see and make sure they were okay as well. She had briefed the dragons who chose to nest near her when the eggs were laid on what could possibly happen, and encouraged them to bring some kind of shields or be prepared to fly at a moments notice with their eggs- which was why nests directly around her were spread out. She would never bring something dangerous in and not tell people. Unfortunately, she did not know that candidates were not really trained on what to expect from eggs such as these- Not since a long time ago. It had fallen out of practice, but would perhaps find its way back into the curriculum now. She peered at the temperature gauge near her eggs and adjusted the setting a little, crooning to them. Terminus had promised the best care possible, round the clock alerts on the condition of the eggs and wyrmlings within. They were monitored, physically and mentally, at all times. But no one could have guessed the embers would travel so far. 'I cannot blame the time dragons,...They cannot know everything...' She thought to herself. She was determined. "I know one of them will hatch this year, Gus...And one next year, too, when they release the time locks..." She moved, lifting a tiny sparkling crystal from the sand and added it to a small pouch hidden under the feathers of her neck. The wyrmling would not be forgotten. Elsewhere on the sands, the Life Titan had folded her wings completely around those close to her, ducking her head down. It wasn't very likely that a shad would find its way here but she was not about to take chances. Earlier, Alistiana had been noticed by the seemingly flustered priest. She said little, as she was deep in thought or reflection. When she was greeted, though, she offered a polite smile, “Don't worry, you have not erred. I know you would have greeted me earlier had you known I was here,...” she chuckled, patting the Titan's arm in a knowing way, as if something had silently passed between the two of them. It had not been long after this that chaos erupted, and Yggdrasil had covered her nest and others near it- Those that had communed with her eggs had likely come close to seeing those visions now. Her eyes closed for a moment before opening, sharp and focused, head lifting to look upon the darkness above. She recognized it for what it was- It had helped those it could reach, and its reach was further than she imagined it could be. But it was not the only thing she sensed. "Something is coming,...." She very nearly whispered. Across the sands, the other Titans all looked up and tilted their heads in the same direction, waiting, and sensing. High above, meanwhile, the thick cloud of shadow and darkness, within the weaving tentacles that ensnared the six or so candidates and a couple hatching assistants, something was happening. The shadow-arms were retracting into the main mass, the swirling vortex of shadow clouding their vision, bringing them closer to the middle. Something pulsed, a ringing sound that made the spine tingle, a deep rooted instinctual fear- the fear of the dark. This eased after a moment, though, and the innermost ring of shadow was passed- revealing something large rooted to the ceiling. It looked like an egg with massive, grasping black spindly talons across the shell, demonic and menacing. The shell was solid black, but pulsed silver-gray once in a while, even lighter ripples moving from top to bottom and bottom to top, bloody red flowing through it from time to time while it was visible. A single feeling emanated from the shell. Loneliness. Isolation. It craved contact with the outside. It had watched from high above them all, higher even than the Seraph's egg, enough that it felt it knew them. This egg had, somehow, managed to let its shadowy reach span the far corners of the grounds from its singular, unmoving position. It was very nearly fifteen feet tall, and certainly at least that wide. All it really wanted, despite its ominous visage, seemed to be the touch of candidates. Quite suddenly, though, it dropped them, its power waning. They all had the sensation one gets when walking up stairs in the dark, expecting one more step...When there isn't one. That lurching feeling of leaning back in a chair, only to find oneself tipping and falling, only to be caught. A heart-in-your-throat moment. Such was the fate of the candidates that had been so unceremoniously dropped, only to find themselves standing on what felt like air, a foggy gray rippling below them, mists flowing around. A soft voice encouraged them, the sound of the gentlest breeze. It spoke without words, a sound of silence. Permission was granted unasked. [align=center] [/align]Meanwhile, yet again... There was an ominous calm after the first shudder that had rocked the ground, and the whole hatching complex- something more massive than every Titan present, it sounded like. The air seemed to churn, as great wings flapped again, before whatever the thing was smacked into the side of the complex- on the rocky side, which was part of the large ring of natural cliffs, and which was not visible through. After this shuddering, a great, deep voice rang out, a truly agonized roar, filled with pain and lanced with distress. It bellowed like a squall before silencing itself sharply. The air seemed to complain as massive wings beat into it again, a form rising clumsily aloft, soaring up into the sky. As it crossed over the massive opening in the sky above the grounds, its wings so massive they blocked the sun between flaps. A Titan no one expected had arrived, late, and last, and judging by the lopsided, disjointed movement of his wings, seemingly injured somehow. His wings folded and he spilled air, flaring them out from time to time as he coasted to the Titan landing area, where absolutely no nests were permitted to be placed. Here, he veritably crumpled, sagging and practically contorted from agony. It was Illirian. He shuddered and gasped, jaws gaping for breath as his scarlet red eyes scanned the sands before spotting what he was looking for. He rolled to his legs, swaying as if drunk and took shaking steps, huffing as he moved. It wasn't too far now, he was close. He stopped near the nest of Terminus and Ciosa before his legs refused to move and he sank down, with as much care as he was able to muster. Terminus had grown over-protective of the nest ever since Teagan had fallen on one of their eggs, alerting Ciosa every time there was a candidate and most importantly, making sure they knew not to touch anything unless they asked her first, though...As she was in pain and out of it, he had to keep making sure she was actually awake when he spoke to her. When her alarm went off, he turned and looked at her with his detecting panels simulating blinking. “I didn't take your medication, and I did not use it on the human, but I suspect our egg did, somewhat. The girl didn't die so it must have known better than to use the whole injector fluid.” He said, matter-of-factly, but put in an order for more medication right away. There was none currently here for her, as it was specific to female fire dragons and the compounds were expensive- Someone was flying to fetch some right now, he was assured by the assistant, who had left after this. He spent some time trying to comfort her, but he was unsure how to do so when she was still in so much pain. And then chaos had broken out again- His force fields solidifying more to block any remnants, and filtering the air to keep the smoke out- Until that cleared. And then he had watched as his friend, the Death Titan, had practically crash-landed. So many confusing things were going on. From where she was nesting, Losalka rose up and made her way over to the scene, as she was close enough to the other Titans. She hung back, giving Illirian space, though he seemed some amount coherent as Terminus let the backside of his shields down. The Death Titan's muzzle drifted down as he inched closer to Ciosa, making some pathetic whimpering noises. From where everyone else's perspective, the Titans seemed to be speaking, at least mentally among themselves. Yggdrasil did not get up, was also clearly in the conversation. There seemed to be some agitation over something, which, based on the gesturing and pointing, was getting serious. Illirian's spines rose and rattled as the argument grew more heated. Illirian seemed furious, and this was directed at Terminus, who had apparently messed up in some way. There was something the Tech dragon had done, which had also earned him a frown from that oh so elegant dragon, Yggdrasil, who hardly had a mean bone in her body. It was hard to follow what was going on when more than half the conversation was happening mentally. From her crystalline nest, even Ara was glaring daggers and joined the mental argument. Whatever had happened, Terminus had done something not just wrong, but /very/ wrong, and apparently whatever it was, had been done to Ciosa. Things took a bit of a sudden turn when Illirian rose back up on his legs, towering over Terminus- Who was currently in a smaller sized model of mechasuit. What happened next happened very quickly, but there was a sound of screeching metal as Illirian shoved his fist into the other Titan's armor, a gaping hole filled with the massive Titans arm, who grasped something inside and pulled, tearing it out with snapping wires and twisting metal. His wings flared out as he lifted up, Losalka having taken something and backing out of his way as the Death Titan snatched Terminus by the tail, and took off. He was not dumb enough to drag the dragon, lest he harm the eggs of this nest or others- Hell, they'd had the presence of mind to step away from the nest during their argument. But now, the titan was flying up out of the hole in the ceiling, still lopsided but angry enough to force his way through spinning the Tech by the tail and launching him out to sea, which was visible out the large wide sea window. An explosion followed, waves rippled, and silence fell as Illirian seemed to wipe his hands and land roughly, ambling his way back over to Ciosa's nest, and speaking to her before he flopped down and tucked his head. Not a few minutes later, the runner-dragon showed up with a large case of medication injectors for Ciosa. In that time, Illirian had shifted his size down to just a bit bigger than an Earth Dragon, and he took the medication from the shaking Metal dragon that had shown up, and, with expert talons, used the injector gun on Ciosa. It took only moments for it to work on her, and by some odd connection, worked on him as well. Another presence was meandering, silent as death, observing the Death Titan, who looked to have taken some kind of unforeseen initiative in attacking the lord of Aesulla. He had other things to do, though, and sauntered slowly with purpose, so confidently, few people turned his way. Those who did notice him were silent and backed away. He paused behind the Lomiran prince and grinned, his hands folded neatly behind him, his voice cutting like a knife. "Greetings, nephew. Eventful Touching Ceremony, isn't it?" The Emperor of Nondir watched the reaction on Prince Zemal's face, looking all too peaceful and acting far too respectfully... |
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| Sojourn | Feb 11 2017, 05:58 PM Post #122 |
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The Wanderer
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Myre, upon the platform Although the strange tendrils of shadow that had seized Myre had hefted her away from what might have been a terrible fatality or devastating injury, it had yet to release her. From where she had begun a short distance from the sands below, she was pulled upwards and away from the floor, and higher, away towards the ceiling. She could see now that she wasn't the only one ensnared in the tendrils, others had been pulled away from the sands in the same manner. Myre wondered if they, like her, had been just moments away from becoming pincushioned with shards of egg shell. She could see from where she was hanging the remnants of what had once been within the shell, and a hand went up to her mouth to stifle the gasp. It's mother came close and her form blocked the ruined child from Myre's sight, and she was pulled higher still, away from the happenings below. The source of the shadows was becoming rapidly apparent. Admittedly, it wasn't quite what she'd expected. With all the happenings, she'd thought perhaps some sort of dark beast, or perhaps a dragon was behind this. In a way, she supposed a dragon was. Amidst the weaving blankets of shadows, she was surprised to see an egg. Affixed to the ceiling by a force she couldn't see, she felt her coat stand on end. She felt her stomach clench with unease, and she felt like a foal again, a young filly hiding behind her mother's flanks. Those memories faded, slipping back away into her mind at the forefront of the sense of isolation. It was something she had never known. Even as a child, she'd always had the herd. Even if she'd chafed sometimes at her family's position, she was still a part of something greater. Had always had others around her. Now she also had Ngoloko, who she could feel distantly, concerned at the turn of events, but patiently waiting to foresee the outcome. Such loneliness. It was little wonder it had pulled them towards it. In such a place as it was, it was a wonder that none had noticed it before. Who, she wondered, had placed it here, and how did it remain? She had little time to dedicate to these thoughts as the hold on her slackened. Myre suddenly became very aware of just how high up she'd gotten in the short span of time. Her stomach gave a lurch and she had just enough time to gasp at the sensation of falling before suddenly a solid surface greeted her hooves. She stumbled just a touch at the unexpected foot-holds beneath her, and arms splayed, stance wide, stared at the foggy floor in bafflement. After a short span of heartbeats, she straightened and blinking rapidly, looked from the 'floor', to the egg, to the others around her, and back to the 'floor'. "...cool." was the word she finally decided upon with a soft and breathy, if not slightly hysterical chuckle and shrug. She took a few steps closer to the egg that hung suspended, her hooves, interestingly enough, making no noise upon the surface that she strode. She gave pause a few feet from the egg, allowing it a space. It had no caretaker. Who would she ask to approach it, for that was the way of these things, was it not? An egg was always guarded, a mother or caretaker present, and yet...She studied it, and a sensation rose within her, and a smile jumped to her face as she neared the egg, closing the space. "Well, that was sure something. I appreciate you saving me like that, though that was quite the surprise." She informed it, and looked around. "Dunno why you settled up here though, I'll be honest. Seems like you've got uh...a heck of a view..." she stared down towards the sands, vaguely visible through the foggy gray underfoot. "But you're left a bit wanting for attention." She reached up and placed a hand along the shell, fingers tracing across one of the claws of the 'talon' upon the shell. Perhaps she was fool-hardy to not be afraid. But given the strange and unpredictable nature of all the events that Aesulla had hosted so far, including one that had granted her Ngoloko, she had long ago decided that perhaps it was best to not dedicate too much energy to being shocked each time something odd happened. Otherwise, she would be exhausted nearly every day. "It's nice to meet you." |
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| Jackins | Feb 11 2017, 08:44 PM Post #123 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Working at the Car Wash, @glos His feathers were waterproof, but for the life of him, Aurinko never thought he would have to wish that they were droolproof until the moment that he sort of oozed to the floor from one of the many petals of Ostoglos’ mouth. Had he gotten lost? NO! He had been swallowed! But the desire to open his mouth for a retort was strongly resisted by the desire to not share an indirect kiss with a giant leviathan. Aurinko flattened his ears against his head as Ostoglos made the impromptu decision to powerwash the saliva and fish guts from his plumage. It was a welcome reprieve from the nightmare of being confined inside the great white worm, but Aurinko still had to check on Morganne before he could be sure that everything was alright. Ostoglos however, had other ideas. Before Aurinko could even stagger to his feet the leviathan had picked him up once again. He made a distressed little keen, more out of surprise than anything, before finding himself snuggled against her soft form to view the hellish landscape of the hatchery before him. This was supposed to be a simple, joyous ceremony! And yet there was metallic shrapnel littering the sands for as far as the eye could see. One nest seemed demarcated with a trail of blood, and there were tendrils of eldritch shadowy...something...emanating from the ceiling. What was worse, it seemed that Morganne had found herself embroiled in the mess. “True love? Certainly not. Wrong persuasion.” Aurinko shook his feathered head before making for the best scowl his avian face could manage. Why was he having this conversation when he should be helping his bonded? The answer of course, was yes. But the problem remained that Ostoglos was huge, and though he was a family disappointment, the gryphon was not stupid enough to struggle out of Glos’ grasp until she was well and ready to let him go. A new realization hit the gryphon that made him sigh in defeat. I would certainly be his luck that family would find a way to determine that his first thought would be for his bonded, and not the Prince. How else could he disappoint them today? Where the hell did you come from? Amidst the screaming, Morganne finally took in words from her unlikely companion. Still clinging carefully she turned her head enough so that he might here. “Got swallowed before the Touching! We followed the screaming out!” It was a harmless explanation, truly. One could hardly be faulted for heading in such a sensible direction while trapped inside a leviathan; better than the alternative and going in the wrong direction, after all. There wasn’t much more to be said as Morganne fanned her wings and took a moment to search for the source of their impromptu rescue. She had not quite missed that something bad had happened during her escape. The metal shards that peppered where the two leviathan captives had once rested was more than enough of an indication that something had transpired. There was a good deal of trust required to accept that there was some form of foggy platform underneath Morganne after having been dropped by the egg. The shifter bounced on it once, then twice as her brow furrowed in consternation. Dragons. Obviously, but from where? It was a question that would not be answered any time soon. Given that she was present however, it seemed in poor form not to at least abide by the egg’s request. Once the shell was free of other lingering fingers she reached up to touch the shell. “Thank you.” she wasn’t a candidate, and didn’t expect much else to transpire as she looked for a clear path to the ground. |
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| Thalron | Feb 12 2017, 10:50 PM Post #124 |
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Shockingly Shocking
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Ciosa Ciosa was not having a great time this laying season, she had seen more healers than she could even remember, and pretty much all of them had told her that the healing would take time. Healing it too quickly would have likely left many permanently stretched muscles and such, so she had been undergoing a good deal of technological, and elemental healing during the past few weeks. She was much better than she had started, especially as she was not literally dying at the moment, but the condition could not realistically be called good... especially since she was sure she had hurt something when she jolted during that explosion. She heard Terminus speaking, but the way he seemed to be attempting to justify everything he said or did was driving her crazy, especially when her pain began to peak again. She didn't really respond to what he told her, hoping that perhaps he was smart enough to ensure that was the case rather than just sending her off and hoping for the best. Her body curled more tightly against itself as she whimpered softly, she shivered slightly when she felt Illirians presence, and very briefly lifted her head to nose at his muzzle before looking back down. She shuddered when he started to get angry, but just kept her head down as he suddenly lashed out at Terminus. The fight was pretty brutal, but she didn't seem concerned with the outcome, her eyes just drifting to Losalka for a few moments as Illirian took off... Then she curled back up and focused on breathing and not sounding too pathetic. The fight was not entirely unexpected, really, she was surprised he hadn't come crashing in here earlier... Though, she realized why he was probably late a few moments later. She wasn't up to interacting with anyone before she got the new injection, her body visibly relaxing within a few moments of it and her breath un-catching from her throat. For the brief period of complete lucidity she leaned against the death titan and nuzzled around his neck and chest happily. "You're late..." She said softly, an amused smile on her face. "Can you watch the nest, and welcome candidates for me? I think I need to sleep... It's getting harder to focus." As much as she welcomed the relief from the pain, she hated the feeling it was replaced with. Everything felt so distant and her thoughts were so foggy. Her head dipped a bit, then she lowered in and carefully set it against his side. She vaguely hoped she didn't end up drooling in her sleep. Ostoglos Tag: Aurinko mostly She hadn't wondered how they had gotten /in/ there in the first place, she was curious as to why they had waited until now to try to get out. She hadn't been intentionally trapping them for so long (Though it wasn't unheard of either). They were just lucky when they decided to make a break they chose the right path, or things would have been much more awkward... For them. Still, she was glad they finally joined the party. She was getting bored only bothering Narcida, Voima, Valyss, and everyone else within range. New blood was always good... Especially when they actually understood what she said? Her grip on him tightened in a playful way and strange criss-crosses of teeth were very visible in the seams of her jaws. "Heh-oh! Ah-lehk yoh toh." A gurgly chortle bubbled forth from the bloated creature, causing a odd rolling of the flesh around him. "ah-hehf noh-eht seh-ehn moh-neh gohr-ehf-ehns ehn eh wohl... Wohr ehf yoh beh-heh-ehn heh-dehn?" The face that was looking... Downwards at him was watching him intently, the edges of it seeming to grin, but the other faces were looking around elsewhere about the hatchery. "Shoh-oohd veh-seh-eht moh-ohr ohff-ehn... Wehl she-err fesh!" She gently prodded, then rubbed his belly with the back edge of one of her massive claws. She was tempted to let him go, but decided it'd be funny to hang onto him for awhile, at least until after his rider got down from up there... She was pretty sure him flying up there might be met with a less than nice reaction. No ulterior motives at all here, definitely not, she was just the most helpful dragon anyone could possibly have the fortune to meet. Her eyes went a little wide when she saw Illirian basically destroyed Terminus, and tossed him in the bay... She frowned a bit and nearly slipped into the water to go check it out, but then decided she'd rather not... At least, when she saw a lithe water dragon practically flee the pool and scrabble up onto the monstrous leviathan. It slid up a fair distance then quickly and quietly moved up to wrap around her lantern stalk, hiding mostly near to the base of it but peering down into the nest and noticing the small gryphon. "What happened, is everyone okay..?" she asked the group in general in a nearly breathless, and terrified sounding voice. Glos just sort of grunted and shrugged in response, this apparently did not help ease, nor explain anything for the frightened water dragon though. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 12 2017, 11:01 PM Post #125 |
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Kokotet was late. Fashionably, of course - entirely with the intent that she wouldn't be as easily noticed while everyone was preoccupied - she had not bargained on folks being quite this preoccupied. Forgetting to even be self-conscious, the young woman's ash-gray eyes looked on just slightly wider than they would normally be, the arch of her brows just a hair more pronounced on an otherwise expressionless face. The hatching grounds were, to say the least, an overwhelming cacophony of chaos. There was something was going on from one corner to the other, making it remarkably difficult to notice much anything specific or overarching - it was exactly like too many instruments going off at once, making it difficult to notice the intent of the song itself in the discord. Some might call it superstition, but in a way everything was like music to her and in that there was solace, calm, and familiarity. Even in calamity, there was music to relate to it. A quick survey revealed the anatomy of the song was still alive - the crescendo had already built, and now was the falling action and the waltzing fade into the end of an event. The trick, of course, was to try and both absorb and acknowledge what she was supposed to notice before the proverbial music came to a close. That is when she noticed two things in particular: the echo of what had been an eruption and dark tendrils from above moving candidates out of the way of it. Dimly glowing heat pulsed from one egg, agitated and alive like a heartbeat too fast and too aware with black igneous rock cooling steadily around it while heat rolled. That one... it had something important to say. So, too, did the other curiousity looming above - that egg, however, seemed more predisposed to choose who interacted with it. It was a notion she could understand just fine. She wanted to listen. She'd touch them both, if she could. One of the two was easier to approach, and arguably more dangerous - a risk she was willing to take. With a sigh, her body seemed to relax into a state of complete professionalism, her face carefully reading out as neutral as surprise ebbed away into nothing. She had come dressed in a sharply tailored suit the color of ripe eggplants with a hint of frill on her crisp white shirt. The length of her hair was pulled up into a dark ponytail, both simple and professional; every inch was crisp and pressed, and her demeanor was every bit the same. Tugging on her collar to adjust it better over her neck, she strode into the hall with her chin raised and her shoulders back, cutting through the masses with purpose and direction... Striding right towards Jack's frenzied form shooing away candidates. "Salutations," She intoned lightly, meeting eyes with the chaplain with a hand raised to her own chest in a shallow deferential bow. "I can see the risk, I assure you. Thank you." With this and only this as her only greeting to the human custodian of the nest, she did not stop in the face of certain danger and endeavored to push past. "Excuse me," She spoke to the brightly-streaked face of the ash-dark egg, a little more loudly to overcome the angry rumble but no less calm or crisp for it. "I am here to listen to you." Even as the vibrations rolled under her feet and the heat ebbed off the egg as a warning of the likely imminent, she bent her knees to maintain her balance and slipped on a pair of kevlar gloves she'd pulled from her pocket... She'd reach to touch, if she weren't interrupted, and press her steady hand against the agitated shell. |
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| Silver | Feb 13 2017, 07:12 AM Post #126 |
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Illidaddy
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Lysander to Ygg, Reacting to Boom Boom It was nice to take a break here near Yggdrasil. Her very aura had an empowering influence which strengthened and reassured. He felt stronger when he was near her, and after that conversation with the Seraphic egg, strength was desperately what he needed. There were more eggs to tend to (and more Serpahs in particular], but a rest was well deserved. He chatted idly with the Life Titan as the Candidates came up to touch her eggs, but their peace was disrupted from a sudden eruption further inside the cavern. Lysander let out a small cry. Many dragon eggs were volatile in one way or another, and while accidents in the cavern weren't common persay, things did happen. Nothing like this, however, as far as he knew. The egg belched smoke and ash into the air, and dragons everywhere in the general vicinity hurried to protect or move their brood. One egg wasn't so lucky; He heard the cries of the people nearest to the egg, heard the blast as it was blown open. He shut his eyes tightly and covered them with one hand, softly mouthing the words to a prayer for the departed. He didn't need to see the gore to know what became of that little hatchling. The sound itself was enough, and he felt nauseated. The commotion wasn't finished, either. Something was going on with the Titans, and being in such close proximity to Yggdrasil, he had a good view. While Lysander didn't understand what was being said (or even what was going on), he did know that Terminus was in some sort of horrible trouble. Even Yggdrasil, sweet and gentle as she was, was growling, the sound rumbling deep in her throat. Even so, he couldn't have predicted what came next. Aesulla was a neutral city, but even so, he didn't expect the arrival of the Death Titan. Breath caught in his chest, and the radiant power which flowed into him from Yggdrasil no longer seemed to effect him. His breath was short, and he grasped lightly around one of her massive legs He cried out, startled and dismayed, as Illirian brutalized the technology titan. He could feel the explosion of the dragon's body even from far away, the ground shuddering with it. "My lady--" He began, frightened and horrified. "The Titan! Is he--?" |
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| Heijale | Feb 13 2017, 08:57 PM Post #127 |
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Cupcake Queen
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[align=center]Elissaveta[/align] [align=center]Tag: Anyone, really[/align] To say that Vee was late was an understatement to end all understatements. And it had all been for stupid reasons; she was well aware of this and was mentally berating herself for it. Being late for a dinner invitation was rude. Being late to a Touching was just downright, blatant disrespect. She would be appalled if she was the rider of one of the parent dragons: to see someone coming in this late to the game... She would assume that the message said person was sending was that the young ones in the eggs weren't worth their time. And that couldn't have been further from the truth. Because the eggs were in the forefront of her mind, that was why she was late. First and foremost, she'd debated about bringing a camera with her at all. She thought perhaps it would be disrespectful to bring her work with her to such an event, but then decided that since it was more of a passion that a job to her, that perhaps it would be acceptable. Then had come the debate as to which of the cameras she was to bring. Her mother's antique, though hardly ever away from her, was immediately not an option. Anything could happen at the touching, and if something were to happen to that camera.... Well, thoughts best not entertained, really. She was keeping it in her room, so that outcome was not an option. But then, did she really want to bring her next option, her phone camera. Something about bringing a phone to the event seemed very rude. She would certainly only use it for the camera, but not everyone would know that and some, if not all, would get the wrong idea. She had other cameras, of course, but they were either bulky or didn't take the clearest of pictures. Finally, she just decided on her phone. She'd explain the situation a million times, if she had to. She'd already been slightly late at this point, but not so much as to seem extremely rude. But it seemed as if everything was against her today, for on her hurried way to the hatchery, she'd managed to twist her ankle in a most excruciating way. She'd tried to make herself hobble on her own the rest of the way, but she'd had to suck it up and call on the assistance of the medics. Luckily, it had been deemed as nothing more than a simple roll of the ankle and, with much begging on her part, had been released to make a late arrival at the touching. And these were the exact reasons she'd arrived at the touching, limping, with a crestfallen expression. But that expression soon changed to one of confusion. Something wasn't right. Rather, it seemed that nothing was right. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, exactly, however. It could be the dark egg that seemed to put her at unease for some reason. It could be the feeling of absolute chaos. Or perhaps that there was something going on with the Titans. Maybe it was all of these. It very well could have been none of them too. But something definitely felt very wrong. So wrong, in fact, that Vee didn't even think to make an attempt to chronicle this occasion with her camera phone, as she normally would have. Instead, she made her way painfully into the hatchery and to one side, trying not to draw attention to her tardiness. She sidled awkwardly up to the nearest person, staring at them from the side before finally speaking. "What's going on?" She questioned, letting her confusion of these events not feeling like the event they trained for be evident in her voice. |
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