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| Keepers of the Sun & Stars; Aesulla Hatching | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 20 2017, 02:56 PM (11,596 Views) | |
| Rayeness | Feb 26 2017, 08:25 AM Post #81 |
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Egg
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Eat Your Heart out Bobby Flay. Tag: People who want food from Taika Word Count: 1025 The Culinary dragon sat back on her hind legs and grinned. “Well if only you all knew a dragon that could whip you up a meal that made the best chefs in the world jealous?! Oh wait, You do.” Taika grinned like a the big goof she was before she smiled a bit “Watch this, Selena, I promise you will like it.” Taika took a deep breath and slowly began making various types of food appear, she pulled out pork ribs, plates, sauces, and spices. She wasn’t sure where they came from, she liked to entertain the thought that she was pulling it from some other chefs kitchen, it made her giggle a bit. After a few seemingly brief minutes there was a plate with Wet BBQ Ribs on it, the ribs had been rubbed with a mixture of Paprika, brown sugar, dry mustard, and coriander before Taika went through and practically painted the ribs in her special bbq sauce. If she wasn’t making them from nothing she would have cooked them over low and indirect heat, but this was the exact same thing all in all. Taika then nodded to Flock “Here you are, first plates on the house.” She grinned wide and offered the other dragon the plate of ample ribs. Selena smiled “That’s amazing.” She said rather excited before she looked over and saw that Teagan had in fact bonded. She smiled and motioned for Taika to come closer before whispering to her bonded. The Culinary dragon laughed “Of course I can do that!” She said and cracked her knuckles before taking another deep breath and breathed more food spawning fire! This time she created not one but multiple dishes. It took a little longer and involved more of her flaming breath than the ribs had called for but the big dragon was in no way upset about this. This was her passion, just like her bonded made weapon...she made food. Taika’s began to cook up the food, simply pulling tools and food out of thin air, this time she made a damn impressive bowl of Pulled Pork, it was her special recipe for pulled pork and it involved her favorite spices brown sugar and paprika. There was salt, pepper, garlic powder, chile powder, cayenne powder, and of course her signature bbq sauce that made you wanna slap your momma it was so good! She wasn’t done though, oh no, not many people knew this...mostly cause she just hatched. Taika already had two preferences for serving Pulled pork, the first was classic and involved homemade sesame rolls and coleslaw, the second was heaped over a plate of homemade tortilla chips. So she made a large plate of both, as Teagan had friends around her and Selena wanted to deliver a peace offering to her roommate, it had been a rocky start for the two. “Good right?” Taika asked as Selena grinned “It’s perfect.” She said and hugged her dragon again before Taika grabbed the massive tray of food and made her way over towards Teagan, her Dragon, and her friends. Selena dodged through the crowd of dragons and their new riders before stopping near Teagan and her bonded. She cleared her throat after the two said their hello’s and Teagan got over her shock of bonding “Teagan.” She said softly “I have come to offer you a meal...or two, there is a lot of food here. A bit of a peace offering...we’re both starting a new part of our lives and I wanted to bury the hatchet.” She said before Taika offered the tray of amazing food. The nachos also had queso cheese on them, sour cream, refried beans, and cilantro just to make them even more tempting. “I know Pulled Pork is one of your favorites.” Taika grinned at her half brother “It’s good to finally meet you Warmestrange.” She said and grinned “I bet you like spicy food!” She said excitedly “Here let me whip you up something.” She then began to pull food and ingredients from nowhere again. This time though she pulled chicken out of thin air, specifically a massive plate of wings. She began to fry them up, using mostly her own fire breath and oil that came from...somewhere. She pulled out a mason jar full of her special spicy bbq sauce from the Plane of Food, and used it to coat the wings in the sauce, paying special attention to make sure each and everyone was covered in the spicy hot sauce. She nodded after a minute and popped one into her mouth to chew it up. She giggled a bit “Perfect! A spice that will burn your eyebrows right off! I don’t recommend humans eat it, not without a big glass of milk.” She grinned “Should be great for you though!” She said passing the plate to Warmestrange. The culinary grinned “Well, try it all! I want to know what you think of it! I know it’s amazing.” She nodded eagerly. Follow the Fjord. Tag: Braelyn, Nox, Baristra Minerva nodded to Braelyn “I agree, it was tactless and rather...unprofessional.” She said with a huff “Going home wouldn’t be so bad...I suppose.” It was clear she was disappointed and just trying to make the best of it. When Braelyn got up she stood to follow her, after all she didn’t want her fjord to be lonely at this time, even if they were cheated from the purpose they were supposed to be here for. If the dragons were not prepared for so many candidates and eggs than they should have been more...subtle with who they were not allowing to bond. Once they made their way to the coffee dragon Minerva wiggle her nose a bit. She wasn’t a big fan of coffee, her dad was though and he only ever drank it black as the night and strong enough to peel the bark off of trees. She rubbed the back of her head a bit as she looked between Minerva and the dragon before nodding “Congratulations on your bonding.” She said with a smile “I am not a big fan of Coffee, my father drank motor oil and called it coffee.” She joked “If you can make tea though that would be lovely.” Minerva smiled with a nod. |
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| Capricorn | Feb 26 2017, 01:14 PM Post #82 |
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Genzai (Water/Light Tragendire) Tag: Mesikammen, Katci, the tragendire Word Count: 546 Genzai, while fetching some food, was more than pleased to see Mesikammen sitting by the window. With a nod, he indicated his intention to take the solar tragendire up on his offer to sit by the window, but first finished the food that he had grabbed. It was some sort of meat, clearly intended for tragendire by its size, but not too different in terms of how it was cooked from what humans and elves ate. The blue tragendire also decided to drink some water after he finished his meal, finding it in a nearby container. Only once he was finished did he move over to join Mesikammen by the dragonglass window. "I am glad," Genzai commented, looking out over the sands where the candidates had gathered. "Kind thanks, Mesikammen. How kind of Terminus to offer a place to rest and watch those to whom we are bonded on this day." Genzai watched Anviel and Misuto for a little while longer, before scanning the crowd below for the elf that the Solar tragendire had bonded to at the opening ceremonies. He finally spotted him among the crowd, and looked up at Mesikammen with excitement, scratching at the dragonglass window (harmlessly, of course) in the direction of Maksim. More specifically, his eyes were upon the red dragon gilded with silver and gold, the magnificent creature with a harp upon her wings and tail. "Ah, is that Yours? I offer my congratulations to you, now. They look like a lovely pair- Maksim is a musician, yes?" Due to the fact that tragendire had to be watched during certain lessons or events, Genzai had a general idea about the people that his fellow tragendire had bonded to. When Katci arrived, Genzai greeted her with a nod and a welcoming swish of his fluffy tail. With a paw, he gestured to the space beside him in front of the window, encouraging Katci to come over if she so wished. Callisto did not seem to be here, Genzai realized, looking around. His sister was very protective of Hers, he knew, especially after the events of the opening ceremonied. Perhaps she'd tried to force her way onto the sands? The blue tragendire chuffed with amusement at the thought, shifting his paws as his claws clicked on the floor. Genzai waited politely for Mesikammen to finish, interested to hear about the red dragon. At the Solar tragendire's question, Genzai looked over and nodded, addressing both him and Katci. "Mine does appear to have bonded, although I unfortunately was not present to witness it myself," Genzai said, scratching at the glass in the direction of the misty dragon. "I do not know the dragon's name or much about them, but I take it that they have bonded to Mine because the both of them are staying together." Considering Katci's comment about the sky, Genzai looked up at it himself, even rising onto his hind legs and supporting himself against the glass as if he thought that could help get a better look at it. Assuming the tragendire handler would not appreciate that, however, he quickly dropped back down onto all fours. "I believe you are correct, Katci. Most strange indeed. We are all young, but I don't think I've heard of such a thing." |
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| Heijale | Feb 26 2017, 06:57 PM Post #83 |
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Cupcake Queen
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[align=center]Vee Tag: Aloran (Word Count: 527)[/align] Vee'd only been dozing lightly, ready to spring up at any moment should a dragon approach either her or her companion. She had, sadly, managed to miss the actual hatching of Twig and Toketsu, though the ruckus the two made, one trying to catch the other in a rather doggish way, stirred her completely awake. She caught the end of the almost-calamity, and instead of paying attention to whoever it was that the dog-dragon bonded to, she instead kept her eyes on the stick-like one. He moved through the candidates, and she couldn't help but smile at him while she took a photo or two of him. He was on the smaller end and looked a bit ragged, but there was just something about him that brought a smile to her face. He seemed a cheerful little thing, and one that was sure to make someone very, very happy. If he bonded, that was. If what she'd heard him tell one of the other candidates was correct, he couldn't find the one and only for himself, so instead, he felt bonded with everyone. Or something like that. She didn't try and understand it; understanding a dragon you weren't bonded with was like trying to catch water with a net. Thankfully, Vee had been awake enough to feel Aloran's shift before he lifted himself up slightly, and therefor, she was able to lean up away from him, instead of falling backwards. She looked back at him to see what it was that had caught his attention, but his call of congratulations was just about all she needed. Any other question was answered when he told her that one of his own had bonded, and when she looked out in the direction he had called, it appeared that it had been the dog-like one that had sealed the deal. She smiled back at her friend. "You didn't disturb me. And congratulations to your friend!" She was a bit saddened that she'd not been able to capture the moment of the centaur's bonding to the dog-dragon, but she didn't lose the chance to capture the next one, another bird-like air dragon that sought out a young man that she'd only seen in passing in their lessons. Things then settled down for another half an hour or so, and she was content to close her eyes once again. This time, however, she kept herself from dozing as hard as she had before. And when the next dragons hatched, she was ready. She got very good shots of the ... motorcycle dragon?... bonding to a girl and weird fire dragon that claimed another young man as its own. She couldn't keep the smile on her face as she watched all the hatchlings with (and without, in some cases) their bonded, though there was a little piece of her, deep down inside, that was starting to feel like she really wasn't going to find a dragon of her own in this hatching. True, she hadn't expected much, with this being her first one, but what little hope she did have at one time, was now very quickly diminishing. |
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| Sojourn | Feb 26 2017, 07:36 PM Post #84 |
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The Wanderer
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Reid, occupied and then suddenly dragon? (1,151 words) Things had been running relatively smoothly this morning if he was being quite honest with himself. As the hours rolled slowly by, he'd grown tired, but at the very least, no one was dead yet, a fact that he comforted himself over. The energy drink was long gone, and exhaustion had weighed down at him like someone incessantly pressing their finger against the lids of his eyes, trying to will him to go to sleep. He'd already seen one or two candidates doze off on the tarp, and he'd been amused if not a little envious to see some of them pass out. They'd wake up soon enough. He checked the display on his tech to give another glance at the time. Dawn would be upon them soon enough, and so long as they didn't have anymore loud arrivals like Proxy and Torrent, then they'd be lucky enough to sleep until the breakfast call. Another one of the assistants came out onto the sands with a few carriers of coffee in her hands as she went from worker to worker and passed them out to any who wanted them. Reid took one with a grateful look and a 'Marry me, Analina' to which she chuckled and waved him off. Reid tossed back a warm gulp of the coffee, not caring that it was black. It washed the stale taste of the energy drink off his tongue and made him feel just a bit more alert. He lifted his coffee again to take another sip as he flashed a holographic display up from a tablet before pausing at the sudden flash of fire in his peripheral vision. Not again. Was his initial thought as he took in the sight of one of those odd, fused eggs catching fire. He had just enough time to flinch away, body protecting the precious cargo of his coffee before he heard the boom. Shielding his eyes, he squinted in the direction of the rising fireball, glad to see that this time, there was no deadly rain of shrapnel to accompany it. In the place where the Technology egg and it's sibling had been moments before, a...sweet Selhanzilael was that a motorcycle. Reid's brows crept up as he made a notation on his tablet, brows stil high as it roared it's way across the sands. A flicker in the air space above it showed another dragon emerging from the fireball, and Reid felt a coil of tension he'd not known had been there relax between his shoulders, and edited the sheet again regarding the eggs. It'd survived then. Excellent. He smiled and finally allowed himself another gulp of coffee he'd been stalling on as the motorcycle suddenly came to a screeching halt in front of Teagan. Not entirely surprising, if he was being honest. He watched the dragon unfold from the creation. It'd seemed to take a liking to her before, considering that it had recreated her arm for her at the Touching. A good duo. He nodded once to himself and turned away, walking back in the direction of the tarp. A part of him wondered if there had been any breakfast set out yet. He was starting to feel hungry. If not he could always fish a protein bar out of his bag, but that wasn't as great as a true breakfa- "Reid! Where have you been!" He didn't recognize the voice, and turned, brows furrowed in the direction of the call, meeting the gaze of not a person, but a dragon. "You've kept me waiting! I looked and looked! At last we are together! I am Amatex! Well met, Sir! We'll fly with the greatest! We'll be soldiers, Reid!" She had pressed her forehead to his, and a cool and not entirely unpleasant itching sensation sprang up. Reid dropped his coffee. Eyes going wide, his hand whipped up to touch the forming crystal that she'd left in the wake of her touch. "Wait...What..." his brain struggled to catch up. "Look, I survived!" She stood back then, and the dragonet finally wasn't taking up all the space in front of Reid's face, allowing him to get a good, long look at her. He stared, studying her, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His hand had yet to drop from the crystal on his forehead. "I wasn't...I wasn't really planning to bond..." he admitted, staring at her, his brows furrowing. "I was just here to do a job." "That may have been true initially. But once I sensed you, when I knew you were there, I thought you were the perfect one for me. So now, you are mine." Amatex gave a loose shrug of her shoulders, cocking her head to study him with one bright blue eye. "Do you doubt my choice?" She asked mildly. "Well, yeah." Reid barked, dropping his hand. "I mean, you kind of came out of nowhere. No wait, scratch that, you came out of a massive, bloody explosion!" he gestured towards where she and her sibling had emerged from Ciosa and Terminus' shadow. "I mean, I thought you blew up, just like the other one did, poof! Gone, another casualty that would rain hailfire and death upon the sands again." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed at the sorrowful look in Amatex's eyes. He could feel it distantly across the newly formed bond and it shook him. "I'm sorry about them." "The loss of my hatchmate was regrettable, but these things happen. It is a rare thing that an Inferno makes it as far as I did..." She trailed off, looking across the sands towards Xifeng and Gustabari and where they lay. The bell was struck in Reid's head as he stared at Amatex. Inferno. Well. That certainly explained things. A lot of things. They were a hatching assistant's worst nightmare as an egg. Given the fact that they looked a helluva lot like a fire egg, their tendency to blow up in people's faces was high. There'd been one or two in the time he'd been serving rounds for Aesulla on their sands, but they'd always ended up like the one at the Touching, usually before the candidates ever came near to it. "Holy shit." he whispered, staring at her. Amatex seemed unaffected by her bonded's shock in the face of her element. She turned back to look at Reid, "Let's go get something to eat. Then perhaps we can go and speak to the mother of the child who was lost. I wish to offer my condolences, and tell them what I knew of them from our time when we spoke together in our shells. Come, my Reid." she called him as she walked away in the direction of the cluster of growing young dragons. With a sigh, Reid picked up his dropped coffee, noting with dismay that it was empty before he followed after her. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 26 2017, 08:30 PM Post #85 |
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[align=center]Kokotet Comes Out Of Her Corner (Tag: Anyone, she's a bit of a hedgehog.)[/align] She was there, had been there, since the call for the hatching had begun but even so - she stood apart, isolated from her peers and observing as they bonded as though from behind a glass; she had no emotion for them. There was no expression of joy, anger, regret, hope - she was as if a blank state, numb to the new life and partnerships that rolled and waved around her. That was, of course, only the external view of things - internally, her landscape was something quite different. One thing that Kokotet had found was that grief came in waves, hard and choppy, buffeting and breaking the heart. Other days the waves were slow and swamping, threatening to drown her soul. Well meaning people claimed time would heal. The young woman ever hoped they were right, but no matter where she went, so many months after the sudden shocking trauma of her world and music ripped away, those capricious waves continued to roll. Instead of learning to ride those waves, she’d felt herself being swept deeper and deeper down into the dark. Time, she’d determined, needed to be used and pushed and moved. She thought - no, hoped - she’d found a way, not only to use that time, but to celebrate what her old life had given her, to unite those gifts with something new when and if she had the courage to reach for it. To be productive, she mused as the first spicy scents of the culinary dragonet stirred the air. The Thalassa family worked.They built relationships, dignitaries, and they produced and they never, never sat back to laze on accomplishments. Her family would have expected her to do no less than those who’d come before her. Those who knew her might think she’d lost her mind, but she’d researched, calculated, and outlined a solid business plan, a sturdy model. Dragon bonding was no guarantee, but it was ambitious and noble enough. And with a little luck, she'd find a partner who would be willing to forge a fair and reasonable legal contract between their hearts. Time to swim, she told herself. She simply refused to sink. She strode forward, a little closer to her classmates, picked up the head she hadn't realized had left her slumping and more invisible. She paused, took a moment to tie back her glossy black hair in a tail, then simply stared into her arena, willing a spark to light in the endless sea of life that was not for her. Or was it? She could make this work. No, no, they could make this work. She just had to convince one of those eggs to will towards her, first. If only she could still her insides to match her outsides... |
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| Isra | Feb 26 2017, 08:52 PM Post #86 |
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Marcus; tag Teagan, Reid. (518 words) While he fully expected that Teagan was going to bond (he didn't know why he felt it so certainly, only that he did), Marcus had not expected it to happen so soon after their little chat. There was a lull after Rurik's dragon found him, which was not uncommon during a hatching in the slightest, and then-- Explosions. Marcus flinched and nearly ducked in a reflexive action ingrained by years of training. His thoughts immediately flashed back to the touching and the egg that had exploded during it, and he wasn't sure if he ought to be worried or relieved to find that he wasn't far from the mark. Though the egg was not one of Xifeng's it did bear a remarkable resemblence to her brood. Thankfully, the nearby Tech egg intervened in order to keep the explosion contained, and this time there was no need for the shadowy egg stuck to the ceiling to reach down and snatch anyone out of harm's way. Marcus was extremely, personally grateful for that because he was growing rather tired of this particular batch of eggs and dragon parents finding ways to abuse him. Still, though the damage appeared to be contained, he rose to his feet and checked in with the other assistants to gauge their assessment as well. Most agreed that no one was harmed in the explosion, or by the roaring, rumbling... motorcycle? That came barreling out of the smoke and flames. Marcus almost didn't see the second dragon overhead for the spectacle caused by the first, taking note only because of the flicker of lights from its body. What a beauty that one was! Like a fighter jet, sleek and powerful. But then the errant motorbike came tearing up to where he and Teagan were located, and... He might have wished for a dragon such as this one, but it was not to be. Marcus knew it in his bones as he watched Warmestrange shift from his alternate form to settle in front of Teagan, but all he felt was a smug sense of satisfaction. "I know it's not polite to say I told you so, but..." Marcus flashed her a cheeky grin at that, chortling faintly at the utterly gobsmacked look on her face. With a nod for Teagan and a salute for Warmestrange he backed away a few steps to give them ample room to adjust to their new bond. It also afforded him an opportunity to look around and see where the other dragon had ended up. With Reid, Marcus noticed with a pang. This one was a bit of jealousy, a touch of envy that his peer had managed the one thing that he himself had yet to. Still, it wasn't as if Reid had deliberately done so; it was the dragons that did the choosing, after all. Getting upset with him about it would be a bit like getting upset at the sun for rising every day. "Congratulations, Reid," he called out over the mic clipped to the collar of his shirt. "Does this mean I get to boss you around now?" |
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| Isra | Feb 26 2017, 11:28 PM Post #87 |
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Zemal; tag Alistiana, Lysander, Maksim. (670 words) Alistiana's reply was cryptic at best, prompting a faintly puzzled frown to mar the Prince's brow. How had it always been his, and would continue to be his "eons from now"? True, the belief was that one's soul could be reincarnated into another lifetime, but it seemed rather odd that he might have lived more than once in the bloodline of this family. That Alistiana might have seen him born and raised and watched him die more than one time in her impressively long life. He wasn't sure how that made him feel, to suddenly know he might have lived another life as a Prince and not remember it at all. Zemal sighed and looked down at the amulet, his thumb brushing lightly over the scripture there. The words were tantalizingly familiar but just out of reach of his level of comprehension, so when the Empress offered it over to the Celestial Priest, Lysander, for a translation, he did not interfere. "Your assistance in this matter is most appreciated, Father," he replied with a slightly chagrinned smile. "Learning the Old Tongue has been a part of my studies since... since my return to court, but I'm afraid that this particular text is beyond my knowing." He listened quietly, intently as Lysander translated the inscription on the back of the amulet. Simply hearing it was enough to send a cold chill down his back; a Prince who returned from the Garden? That was oddly specific. How many times had he been there since the dawning of the world? And those names... Selhanzilael he knew, and Enochiel, but the third? Talixarra, was it? It was strange and yet oddly familiar, bringing with it a nagging sense in the back of his mind that he should know it from somewhere. He could not for the life of him remember where he might have heard it before, though. "I still have some doubts about my suitability," Zemal answered with a wan smile, carefully taking the pendant back and running the chain slowly through his fingers. "But I thank you for your help nonetheless, Father." The sound of music drew his attention before he could ask further questions or fall deep into thought. Zemal looked out across the sands and rose to his feet without thinking, stepping to the edge of the box and peering out to see--yes, that was Maksim! With a dragon by his side! The Prince grinned, broad and bright and easy, a rare and unfettered display of delight. "Maksim!" he called out across the sands, heedless of rank and propriety. It was entirely possible that the other elf couldn't hear him at this distance, but Zemal raised an arm and waved at him nonetheless. He'd have to catch up with him later and congratulate him on his good fortune, as well as introduce himself to his friend's newly bonded dragon. He was distracted not long after by movement near Yggdrasil and her eggs. Zemal turned with a faint sense of disconcerting worry building in his chest, watching as the Life egg shivered, moved... bloomed into a flower the sight of which he knew all too well. He didn't need to breathe in the heady perfume that wafted over the sands to know what it smelled like, the blossoms themselves achingly familiar to him. "What is she doing?" he asked of Alistiana when he noticed the strange light that seemed to bleed out of Yggdrasil and into the egg--no, two eggs within the flower. While he was still somewhat unpracticed with his own element, Zemal knew the sensation of life when he felt it. But why Yggdrasil was doing it was what puzzled him. "Is she well enough for this? I know a mother's first concern is for her children, but she has... seemed rather weary these last few months." Zemal hesitated for a moment, glancing back to the Life Titan before looking to the Empress again. "I could aid her if she wishes it, so that she might preserve her strength." |
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| Silver | Feb 27 2017, 05:50 AM Post #88 |
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Illidaddy
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Maksim and Bolero to Zemal, Mistof, other Wyrmlings Word Count: 683 He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her since her forehead touched his chest. Deep down inside, Maksim had hoped he was worthy of a dragon. He’d spent full nights ruminating over that question: What made someone worthy? Was he too selfish, too self-centered? Would a dragon be put off by him? He’d done plenty of reading on the topic of Bonding when he’d first come to Candidacy, and (not really to his surprise), he’d found that there was no golden ticket toward attracting a dragon. Dragons were individuals, just like people. They had different needs and desires, and as such there was no one way to ensure you were attractive to all. As a general rule, dragons were put off by evil, but even that appeared to be a sliding scale. What was morally repulsive to one dragon wasn’t necessarily so to another, after all. But it was worth it. All of it. All the evenings spent wallowing in uncertainty had come to this, and she was glorious. She was certainly the most beautiful dragon to have hatched that morning, he was sure. Bias of course played into his decision, and he embraced it wholeheartedly. Who didn’t want to feel proud of their dragon, after all? Bolero was absolutely regal, light catching on cold and making it shine. Did his parents see, he wondered? Even though they hadn’t been in attendance, he’d hoped that they at least might have been watching the event as it was televised. He’d sent them a text at his first opportunity, and received no response. Maybe they were still drinking it in? At any rate, he wasn’t so concerned for their approval. His only true regret was that Zemal hadn’t been present to see him bond. Ironic that as soon as the stinker left, a dragon strode right up to him. He made a mental note to rub that in Zemal’s face later. I'm sure I'll get to meet him soon enough, Bolero commented airily as she sampled some of the food in the feeding area. She ate daintily, taking time to clean between her claws and lick between her teeth after every series of bites. Having the culinary dragons nearby was certainly a boon, and she spoke up politely. Can you do spicy very well? I think I might like to try something with a bit of a bite.. Maksim leaned against his dragon's shoulder as she waited for her food. He was too excited to eat, his stomach doing flip-flops deep in his gut. He still hadn't full accepted that he'd Bonded, after all. There was no going back to his former life, something he'd been hoping for since he arrived. So why the sudden rush of nervousness, of homesickness? His fingers itched. He wanted to play in a way he hadn't yearned to in ages. Was that Bolero's influence, or just a-- Look, Maksim! Bolero hummed suddenly, her head turned and tilted to point her rider in the right direction. Her eyes fixed on the raised platform where the dignitaries were seated. He followed her gaze, and he thought he saw-- Yes! Zemal! Maksim raised one arm high over his head in elation. He could faintly see that Zemal's mouth was moving, but couldn't hear a word of what was being said. He quickly whipped out his phone to send a text. 'Get down here and meet my dragon when you're done schmoozing. Her name is Bolero!' That done, he sent another frenzied text to Mistof, message rife with spelling errors in his excitement. 'Com met my dragn' He insisted, and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He lifted his eyes to see Bolero's own. There was a peculiar gleam in her eyes; Was she amused? Happy to show me off? She teased. Don't rush them, Maksim. There'll be plenty of time for meet and greets later. Have some patience. She softly touched her muzzle to his forehead, and the warmth of her made him shut his eyes. Oh, shit. He was going to cry again, wasn't he? Be content. |
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| Silver | Feb 27 2017, 07:03 AM Post #89 |
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Lysander to Zemal, Alistania, and Ygg Word Count: 623 Lysander beamed at Zemal as the prince spoke. He nearly assured him that using a proper title wasn’t necessary; He was often casual with his rank, after all. This was the time for formalities, however, and he politely inclined his head. “You’re very welcome,” He lightly assured the prince. “I’m just surprised I remembered as much as I did. It’s been a long time since I’ve studied Old Elven.” The last time, in all actuality, had been in Yggdrasil’s study, pouring over old tomes. While most of them were in common tongue, there were some so old that he doubted the common tongue even existed yet. Yet still he understood. He’d poured over them, and though he didn’t always understand the words, it was almost as if he was able to glean their meaning from the very pages. His brain pieced together the rhythm of the language, and somehow it made sense. Perhaps there was magic in those old scrolls still, something that assisted the reader in gaining insight. Whatever the phenomenon was, it happened again as he’d been studying the talisman. The words whispered in his brain, fuzzy, as if surrounded by a warm glow. He simply... Understood. He doubted he’d be able to explain if Zemal hadn’t experienced the same thing. Even now, as he mulled it over, he thought he sounded mad. He leaned back in his padded chair. Reading hadn’t tired him out, but the Hatching was quickly wearing on him. He’d become too confident with his newfound wellness, and his body appeared to have exhausted its resources. He managed not to drift off to sleep, but only barely. Dragons above, he was exhausted. He was tired down to his bones, his body cold, limbs like jelly. He’d been to proud to ask for assistance before, but he was beginning to wonder if he might just request a heated blanket. Poor Yggdrassil didn’t look much better than he did. He longed to go down to her, but approaching a nest on Hatching day was taboo by any standard, let alone by a person who wasn’t a Candidate. It didn’t matter that he had no intention of disrupting the eggs, either. It simply wasn’t allowed, both for the safety of the Wyrmlings following the disaster with Vicarous, and for his own safety. As the Touching had proved, dragon eggs were often volatile. Not every dragon hatched with good intent, either, and keeping a safe distance away was usually the best choice for most people. That didn’t make him want to go to her any less, though. He fumbled with his phone. He knew she wouldn’t be able to text him directly, but one of her attendants might take the time to respond to him. ’Are you alright?’ He asked, right when Zemal asked his question. It was a good one, and Lysander found himself listening in, curious for the answer. He’d been watching her pulse with energy, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was attempting to assist the dragons inside. Were they ill? The egg looked so vibrant; It was hard to believe they were in any real danger. “I’d like to know that as well,” He added softly. Looking at Yggdrassil, she appeared as exhausted as he was. While brooding over a nest was tiresome for any dragon, he couldn’t help but notice that she appeared more worn out that most. An after-effect of her wound, maybe? How did you tell a titan to look after herself when she was determined to stretch herself so thin? He sent off another text. ’My thoughts and prayers are with you. Please stay safe.’ |
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| Jackins | Feb 27 2017, 09:03 AM Post #90 |
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Okay there Evel Knievel, @Everybody nearby, @Selena/Taika Words: 2015 The hatching grounds had become a little more quiet following the departure of Twig. For the most part, Teagan had lost interest in her movie as well. There was a lot to think about now that Rurik had well and truly bonded to a hatchling. She put the laptop down, but angled it so that the dwarf dragon on Ida’s shoulder could still see it, resuming the movie for his benefit alone. It was well enough to simply watch her brother make his first connections with someone that could be with him for a much longer time than she could. Certainly she was happy for Rurik, but on that same note, she was not sure what his success would mean for her own future. Despite it all, she was not convinced that she would bond here. While she made clear her own reasons for it, there were of course, the other perfectly reasonable factors in her hesitance to be hopeful. Thousands of candidates arrived to every hatching and fewer than half of them bonded each year. She was not too old to find a partner later in life but that all depended more on what she wanted to do now that she could feasibly be on her own. Teagan didn’t have the slightest idea; or well, she had ideas, but nothing solid. With Oreius at her side, she could potentially be a great help to the ground forces of whatever military she chose to join. Aesulla made the most sense if she went that route, given that the tragendire were a familiar asset. There was also the possibility of simply staying put at the academy. She had a fairly stable job in one of the garages. If she lingered long enough she might possibly be able to work towards something in engineering and fabrication. That simply required better contacts and knowing who to appease. But she didn’t have to stay in Aesulla. Having her own finances meant that she could perhaps head to Etharius. The city was new and she could quite literally get a new start in life. That decision however, felt limited to how committed she was to Idazon (and perhaps vice versa). A few months and a lack of personal experience, nevermind societal differences (let alone species) were not enough to make rash decisions in the minutes immediately following another life altering experience. Perhaps she would remain a candidate. The next hatching to her knowledge was meant to be in in the crystal city and if Idazon did not find a match in Aesulla she was certain he would try again on familiar grounds. She had plenty of time before she aged out of candidacy. It couldn’t hurt to try again, could it? Bonding to a dragon however, had ultimately been Rurik’s dream, not Teagan’s. It wasn’t that she was disinterested in such a companion; dragons were magnificent in their own right. She was simply resigned to the fate that awaited most rabble from Nondir. Misery and disappointment. Teagan could not help but begrudgingly acknowledge that Marcus had brought up a point she had never considered. Reasons rather actions held more weight and dragons did not settle for anything. Why should they? In the lull between the hatching of eggs upon the sands, Teagan stole another glance at her brother and his bonded. Skadesas did not seem as though he longed for another. With her brother well matched, she could go anywhere at all. But these were decisions for another time and place. Existential questions were pushed aside as the hatching resumed with a fiery vengeance. From the corner of the massive hatchery an explosion rocked Terminus and Ciosa’s nest. The fiery plume stretched well towards the ceiling and Teagan had to do a doubletake, squinting to see what the hell the shimmering shape against the flames. Of all the possible oddities to come out of a hatching, the last such thing she had anticipated seeing was a sentient...motorcycle. Of all the possible permutations of technology that had been left for the solar powered egg to peruse, it had chosen to build crotch rocket? At least they had some taste; Teagan was hardly a critic. For a brief moment her attention switched to the dragon following in flight after the motorcycle. It was easy to see the family resemblance between the two, though that left Selena’s own bonded a bit of a mystery. Had it been explained otherwise, Teagan had missed it while watching her movie. The dragon overhead dipped its wings and departed elsewhere after some obvious acrobatics that left Teagan wondering if perhaps there might have been some air in its bloodline. Her attention was pulled away however, when the bike revved its engine rather aggressively. Its speed increased, the light trails almost reminiscent of the strange sonic twins from much earlier in the hatching save that they lacked the solid state that accompanied them. As the motorcycle picked up speed, Teagan half wondered if there was any point in moving. They were all directly within the bike’s trajectory, but with how fast it was going, there seemed little chance that they would make it clear all together. But there was no collision as the motorcycle skidded to a halt in front of her. All of that pondering the future seemed a waste of time as Teagan watched death barrel down upon them at a rubber burning excessive speed. She threw her arm over her face and closed her eyes, missing the bike’s transformation as it came to a stop with a heavy, mechanical thud. The whirring of gears and the revving of its engine heralding a sweet death should one be on the way. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Teagan. My name is Warmestrange! None will stand in the way. Seas will part before us! There is nothing we cannot do! Dumbstruck, Teagan dropped her good arm as the great red visage of Warmestrange’s angular face loomed at eye level. The dragon’s menacing countenance was undeniable. This was an engine of destruction and limitless power. The warm, gold steam seemed to snap Teagan from her shock as the crystal formed upon her chest, the sunlike flare glowing softly from within. “Me? Of all of the candidates, you picked...me?” Teagan stammered as she watched the crystal form with no small sense of fascination. The light within it did not dim, serving as a secondary reminder to the baffled wyrmling that this was in fact happening. “Yes, you. And why not you?” Warmestrange did not mince his words. He clicked his heavyset jaws together, the almost serrated teeth closing of the golden glow within his mouth as the solar pinions of his wings organized themselves and folded neatly around his body. “You’re,” Teagan grasped helplessly at the open air with both of her hands, suddenly very much aware of the gift that was her left arm. “You’re the son of a titan; that’s like...practically royalty. You could have picked literally anyone else!” she gestured, arms wide, towards the rest of the waiting candidates. Warmestrange listened, but ground his jaws together. The metallic scrape of frustration plainly evident. “Indeed, I could be considered royalty. And yes, I could pick anyone here on the sands. I did that. I have chosen you. the technology tossed his horned head with a touch of finality. ”Besides, we have met before, and we have always been together in battle. Though, War paused as he looked Teagan up and down. ”You were taller back then...but no matter, we can fix that.” The statement left Teagan momentarily off guard as Warmestrange focused on making himself a little less imposing. Gears whirred and metal plates shifted at impossible angles before the dragon of mass destruction stood carefully on two legs, in humanoid form. ”Besides, you already know a prince, and you’re using him as a pillow.” clawed hands gestured to more or less all of Idazon before War crossed his arms in smug posture. "I know it's not polite to say I told you so, but..." It was a good thing that Marcus moved so quickly as Teagan couldn’t gather herself up fast enough to fuss at him for his smug victory. But it didn’t stop her from trying. “Marcus, I swear, you’re either going to bond to a rock or another set of brass balls before the day is over.” she had not forgotten the incident with his tragendire. Then again it was hard to forget when just about every single interaction she had with the poor hatching assistant resulted in some manner of personal injury. The poor guy needed a break at some point (though perhaps that was the wrong turn of phrase). War, for his part, said nothing, but wore a smirk beneath the faceplate of his armor. Much to his dismay however, his impressive countenance was interrupted not by the rumblings of an engine, but his own stomach. He lashed his tail back and forth in an attempt to stave off embarrassment. He was a prince as his bonded had been so hasty to point out. Such displays were an egregious breach of appropriate behavior. Before he could suggest departing to find food to his bonded however, it seemed that food-and family-found them first. ”Teagan,” The sound of Selena’s voice was accompanied by the the glorious scent of food that her bonded placed in front of them. She was absolutely right, pulled pork was a favorite and, though it was hardly an appropriate breakfast, pulled pork sandwiches complete with coleslaw would have to suffice. “I agree and accept,” Teagan offered a small smile as she helped herself. “I’ve also got something for you back in the dorm; just haven’t had a moment to hand it over with the hatching so close.” It was hard to find ways to apologize for killing a family member, even if that family member was an old, geriatric beagle. How Oreius could have stomached the pup was a mystery that did not need solving. Instead she kept to enjoying the well prepared food in front of her, gesturing to her gathered companions to help themselves. There wasn’t any way that she’d be able to eat it all on her own. “Hey,” Teagan tried to catch Marcus before he left and passed a sandwich his way. “No hard feelings. I do hope you find yours here.” it had to be better than the early morning energy drink he’d chugged at the onset. She saved another for Rurik, just in case he and Skad came wandering back towards the sands. In time, they would need to make space for others, but Teagan was loathe to leave Ida by himself and resigned to stay to the end. At Taika’s greeting, War turned and gave a slight bow. “Well met, though, I am not sure myself what I may like in this lifetime.” though he could subsist in part off of sunlight, the need for solid food was certainly gnawing away at the newly hatched technology. He watched, quietly calculating as he tried to divulge the secrets of exactly where the food that Taika crafted came from, but found himself met with inconclusive results. In the end it didn’t really matter, he knew where it was going, hopefully. After sorting out the logistics of how best to eat the wings, War raised his faceplate partially so that only his mouth was exposed, feasting as quickly as he could manage as the bowl slowly filled with discarded bones. He felt better, but the hunger was still there as he turned back to Taika. “Excellent fare. It was delicious.” He rumbled. ”But what about pizza that mother seems so fond of? Perhaps you could make one with pulled pork?” He had issued a challenge; a delicious one, but a challenge nonetheless. |
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| Senaru | Feb 27 2017, 09:38 AM Post #91 |
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Time for a little reflection... 5:45 Over the course of the night, so far almost three hours had passed since the beginning of the hatching. In that time, the sky had changed. It had grown darker as time went on, or lighter, or more starry. It did not, however, seem to match the time of day it was supposed to be. By now, the sky should have been beginning to lighten, but very clearly wasn't. This phenomenon was not exclusive to the hatching grounds, though their view of the sky was strangely lacking the hurricane level rains and clouds outside. For everyone else on that continent that was in a time zone where the sun was supposed to be up, it was absent. It its place, the very cosmos seemed to have opened up, but even this was beginning to darken into simply deep, starry space. A night sky over a mountaintop where no city lights obscured space. It was then, after some minutes of veritable silence, (as an hour prior the seraphs above had grown quiet) there came a sound, something moving in the dark. But no one could quite well see what it was- And it wasn't because it was decently dark. Whatever it was, well, it wasn't physically present. At least, it didn't sound like it was. It whispered as it moved, dancing across the still and sometimes turbulant water. It glided delicately over crystals, played among tokens left for other eggs, from shiny glass baubles to coins, to sometimes priceless tokens. It slid over the amulet in Zemal's hand, watching briefly out of this point of view before it moved on, a ripple in reflection. It appeared again on the plates, peeking out from them, and sometimes from silverware. The polished wooden tables they sat at too, were her playground. It slid with joy across the walls, and onto the shining glass in the ceiling. It looked through dragon eyes, slid across scales, and even explored its golden mother's scales too, and the giant beside her. Father's scales and crystals were lovely, too, but the best surface was the egg it had escaped from. How could it break the egg? It was beautiful! So, the dragon inside had simply stepped out. Narcida had been watching the egg, and smiled to herself. The wyrmling hadn't thought she had been seen, but that was alright. What Narcida saw had looked like a shiny metal dragon slipping out of its egg, seamlessly, lifting herself up and out, before curling and sliding onto the surface of the egg, where her colors blended and then she was gone. Not even Narcida knew the wyrmling had come back to look over her scales. It even chanced to explore other eggs and titans. It had even been so bold as to slide over and across Orphiel's grand egg, and over the metallic shields floating around it. It even inspected War's armor, gliding over those shining curves and sharp edges, peeking inside the someday cockpit. It meandered over laptops, sauntered over cups of coffee, slowly making its way around the grounds, inspecting candidates without them really knowing she was there. Once, it had even deigned to swim through the currents and filigree of Bolero's gold, silver and dark iron instruments and lines. She peeked at LED's from inside Torrent and Proxy's masks. Eventually, she went back to looking at the candidates and the audience.She had to get a good look at them before her grand entrance, after all. It would not bode well to make an uneducated choice! And then the watcher chose, sliding back down across the sands, but not far from the candidates at all. There was a bit of a glass dragon's eggshell on the ground, from a dragon that had bonded a little while ago. This would do well. From this starting point, the surface of the egg began to shimmer. Then, one taloned dragon hand rose up from the shell, gripping the edge near the sand. Then another hand, on the other side. They pushed delicately down, and an extraordinary dragon's face rose up from it, followed by her shoulders and soon after this, the rest of her shining body, her tail pulling all the way out but retained a concave shape at its tip. She stood there, bathed in cosmic starlight and nebula, her body chromatic, shining platinum, as well as light white-blue. But the exact color was almost impossible to get at, since every inch of her reflected the world around her perfectly. It was as if the space above had suddenly come down in this one wyrmling, who slowly fanned her wings, as if seeing herself for the first time. Beautiful did not even begin to describe her. She was sleek, but confident. She did not hold herself in a vain manner, or look down on others. Her wings looked reminiscent of a butterfly, crossed with dragon wings to make something glorious. Her head was adorned with great shining plates, a crest that seemed somehow to reflect everything in a perfectly crisp way. Soon, though, she had wandered near a person that seemed a touch less enthused to be here. The dragon wondered why this was so, but did not question it. The elf was watching the stars, not paying attention to much else. Her steps were light and delicate as she moved to stand over the elf that was laying beneath a blanket, propped up by her pillow. There was a moment where their eyes met, as the dragon dipped her glorious head down, and for a time, the Elf's own reflection met her gaze, reflected in the plates of the dragons crest. But this reflection showed the Elf not as she was, but as how she could be. A hero, a soldier. Maybe even a leader. But of anything she saw there, one thing remained the same. She was a dragonrider each time. It was time to reflect on past, present, and near future. The yesterdays were done, but today was here, again. The dragon peered down, carefully, watching. This elf was covered up from toe to neck in a blanket- but that was fine. Her muzzle came down and nosed the elf's forehead, all she could really reach well, and the bond was made, under those beautiful stars. Between them, upon their foreheads for all the world to see, was a shining crystal , clear along the edges but bright blue within, like a lake and rings. "My dear Aduialeth, I am pleased to meet you again. I am Zadasiron. We have been called to aid the fight once again. We will boldly go forward, to right the wrongs and put a stop to evil!" She said, stepping back and sitting on her haunches off to the side so she wasn't standing so intimidatingly over Faeveren. "But first, we can finish watching my rookery siblings hatch, and maybe have some food brought to us if you'd rather not get up right now,..." She added, smiling softly with those mirrorlike silver blue eyes, platinum-mirrored scales shining with the cosmos dancing upon her from above. It was beginning to sink in that this dragon was not exactly a Metal dragon. Something was different, and if Fae had been baying a scrap of attention on the day that Atterimus had taught them about extinct, mythical, or legendary dragon breeds which were thought to exist long ago, but had for all tense and purpose vanished, either mysteriously as this type had, or by mass extinction due to the great sickness. This was something of a fairytale dragon, a creature sometimes spoken of as being watchers of people, a thing that was often a guardian, unseen, but present. No one knew what happened to them, they had simply vanished long ago, overnight. It was a Mirror dragon. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Zadasiron Naralyss Gender ♀ Parents: ♀ Metal Narcida X ♂ Crystal/Water Valyss Element: Mirror/Metal Personality: Gallant, Resourceful, Insightful/Reflective, Militant Bonds to: Aduialeth/Faerveren {Isra} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #A3EDFF} ![]() MIRROR DRAGON INFO HERE [/align] Alistiana to Zemal & Lysander Alistiana was quite proud that between the two of them, understanding of the amulet had been found. When Zemal got up so suddenly to watch his friend bond, she smiled, proud that he was not so full of himself that he could not spare a glance for someone that had been a friend since, well, forever. After a moment, she stood up and walked over to stand next to Zemal, looking out over the grounds, her eyes slowly gazing down at the flower that had bloomed next to the still life-energy seeping Yggdrasil. She knew the pain Ygg was in, not simply that of wounds, but an emotional one. “As you may have heard, Yggdrasil was grievously injured a few months ago , after the incident in Nondir...” she started, cautiously. “Her wounds were great, and they have still not completely healed. They're better, but not quite sealed up. As you can imagine, the trauma to her body was severe,...” the Empress's gaze was hard to read, but it seemed she was almost reliving it. “While initially, we believed her eggs to be healthy, a while after we got to Aesulla for better medical care, we found out her eggs had suffered cracks. Induced laying was done, but further tests proved the inhabitants long deceased, and were confirmed by a death element Healer to not be of his element, either.” The Empress paused, tears beginning to trail down her face. “Yggdrasil was understandably distraught, inconsolable. The stress of the loss on top of her wounds was killing her. A notice was sent to Guage, and on the day of the laying, these eggs were brought to her. She laid these over five thousand years ago, but they have helped. Her maternal instinct has kicked in and she accepted them. However,...” Alistiana's ears slanted down a little. “She has developed a sort of terror that something will happen to them, and has been leaking her life essence into them for the last few months.” This, along with Yggdrasil being uncertain if she would survive at all, as well as facing Alistiana's decline had led to Ygg pouring her love and protection over her eggs, ensuring their lasting survival if she were gone. Alistiana did not mention that Ygg herself was struggling, trying to cope with her rider's decline, too. Lysander had heard about the lost eggs, of this the Empress was sure. It was possible that she had tried not to spill all her sorrow and anxiety upon the priest, but he had known surely, though it was still almost like the knowledge was fresh, coming from Alistiana. It was likely Tahl, Kismet, Zindagi and Zeliniel knew as well. Ygg had felt losing her original eggs was somehow her fault, especially after the other dragons had worked so hard to save both them and her. The Empress took one of Zemal's hands, though, and spoke, Needing the support herself. She knew what it was like to lose loved ones, children particularly. It had come at a time where the Empress was already weak. If it had not been for Lysander meeting Ygg at the opening ceremonies, Alistiana was not sure the titan would still be alive now. It had been a few days prior that she had lost her eggs, likely explaining why the empathic Mistoffelees had been in attendance of her. “Your offer is a generous one, my son. But I believe that this is something Yggdrasil must see through to its end on her own. She is happy you wish to help, though.” The Empathic celestial in question, however, realized that he was needed elsewhere and sulking over his bitten tail was not helping Yggdrasil and the Empress. He vanished into a puff of shadows once more and stood beside the Titan's head, reading her the messages as she had asked him to, and replying to Lysander for Ygg. Thank you, love. This will be over soon,...Then I can rest. She said, her head lifting up slowly to look back at him, smiling softly, before laying it back down on the soft sands, her eyes all but closing, ears close to the eggs as if she was listening to them. |
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| Silver | Feb 27 2017, 03:14 PM Post #92 |
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Aloran to Vee Word Count: 577 He was content to spend some time in silence. Aloran was a centaur who was used to keeping his own company, and silence didn't bother him. He rather enjoyed the quiet, actually; Celestial knew that it was a rarity in a place like Asuella. Even this Hatching which had begun so still was now alive with noise. There were excited shouts from both Candidates and onlookers alike, backed by the sound of hatching dragons, their crooning parents, and the constant clicking and whirring of cameras. The commotion was very nearly giving him a headache, and he sighed and rested his palm lightly against his brow. He would be glad when this was all over, he realized. Never before had he longed so profoundly for the comforts of home. There were few places to escape to here, and nowhere to go now. He couldn't simply abandon the Hatching, and especially not with Vee nearby. He didn't want to leave her alone. He felt as though his presence helped her, and that alone was a good enough reason to linger. He leaned back and allowed the sounds of the Hatching watch over him as he glanced up at the hole in the top of the cavern. Countless Seraphs lined the opening, and he could still hear their soft song if he strained his ears. Either they'd quieted, or the sound of the the event had become too loud for him to hear them with utter clarity. Either way, the sound was still lovely. Even more lovely was the backdrop of stars against an inky sky. It'd be dawn soon, and he sighed softly. While others would be celebrating their bond (and he hoped Vee would be among them), he would be celebrating the opportunity to return to bed. The sooner he could make preparations to return home, he thought, the better. Or was it? He glanced down at Vee as he heard the familiar click of her camera. She'd occupied herself with taking photographs, and he had to admit that a dragon hatchling forming a bond must strike a powerful image. That was certainly true for these dragons, impressive as they were. Some of them were downright intimidating. Despite his certainty that dragons seldom did harm without reason, that did not make them any less magnificent to behold. "I understand that Etharius is going to host the next hatching," He commented softly as he watched dragons and riders pair off. Some conversation would keep them both awake and alert for the time being. "If you don't Bond here, will you go there as well?" He'd heard that there were instances where people gave up after their first Hatching, either dismayed by disappointment or convinced that the military was no longer something they wanted. Many, however, would continue to try to bond again and again until they either aged out of Candidacy or struck a bond. He'd overheard some conversations earlier in the week: For some of their peers, this was their eighth or ninth hatching. He couldn't imagine how disconcerting it might be to be looked over so often. "I believe that you should," He added, "If you would have my opinion. You're well suited to the work." |
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| Silver | Feb 27 2017, 03:29 PM Post #93 |
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Lysander to Alistiana and Zemal Word Count: 613 Five thousand years. That's what the Empress said, wasn't it? These eggs were Yggdrasil's, laid five-thousand years ago. He turned his head to stare quietly at the dragon as she lay, desperately pushing her energy into the eggs in front of her. It was so easy to forget that Yggdrasil was ancient. She was an impressive Titan by any standard, but most people simply didn't know her the way he did. He knew her to be playful and intelligent, teasing and gentle. She was full of energy and love, and possessed a zest for life which was both inspiring and a touch exhausting. She was, in no shape or form, the somber figure she now struck as she lied on the sands, exhausted and worried. His heart ached at the sight of her, and ached almost as much for her Rider. Anyone could plainly see that the Empress was not in a good way. Her exhaustion matched her dragon's, and she hardly left her room. Yggdrassil blamed the loss of her husband for the decline in her rider's health, but the reminder of Yggdrasil's age made the priest wonder if there might be something else, too. Was it possible for someone to get tired of living? Five-thousand years was not even their entire lifetime. They'd seen countless dragons and people come and go. Yggdrassil was old enough to remember the stories now passed down as myth. She was as ancient as she was ageless, but surely all of those years had to take a toll. How did one endure for so long when the rest of the world was determined to change? Nothing stayed the same forever, after all. He couldn't imagine the sort of endurance it must require to live for an eternity. This moment which had begun with such joy had quickly turned sorrowful for the priest. He hated seeing the Empress cry, but felt powerless to do anything to comfort her. He couldn't even comfort Yggdrasil, whom he adored with every fibre of his being. How could he, how could anyone possibly lift this burden? "She's strong," he said at last with gentle certainty. "She'll endure. Her eggs will be born all the stronger for her efforts. You'll bond well," He added to Zemal. There was no way of knowing for sure which dragon he would attach (if any), of course, but to have an egg make such a connection with a Candidat before the dragon had even left the shell was generally a tell-tale sign. Some youngsters simply knew precisely who they were looking for, sight unseen. Lysander trusted the egg's judgement, and from what he'd seen of Zemal, he approved of the choice. The prince was a polite, thoughtful individual. He'd make a good rider. "You're strong as well, my lady," He added with a gentle nod to the Empress. "Please don't cry." He offered her a little smile. "Everything will work out the way it's supposed to. Yggdrassil knows her limits better than any of us, I imagine. She knows what she can handle." He hoped so, at least. It was n't uncommon for Light dragons to give every last ounce of their energy to help those in need. While Lysander believed there was no greater honor than being called to such service, he did hope that, in this instance, it wouldn't be necessary. He reached out to softl pay her hand. "It'll be over soon," He smiled. "And then you can have a few days of peace and quiet to recover. Both of you." |
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| Nox | Feb 27 2017, 04:32 PM Post #94 |
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Nox and Baristra - Cafe time is good time (500 on the dot! XD) Tags - Braelyn, Minerva and Twig Back down to business, Baristra reined in her excitement just a little. "Oh absolutely! Easy as pie love!" The young culinary shook herself slightly and off her very back a few thin vines extended out. Sturdy tube like structures, one was a darker green than the other. In the blink of an eye Braelyn and Minerva will find two warm mugs in their hands. The darker green vine dispensing a sweet hazelnut coffee drink at just the perfect drinking temperature. A taste will reveal a slight hint of almond in addition to the creamy hazelnut, most likely the dairy substitute she used. "To each their own, its absolutely fine. I think I have something perfect for you." She brought the lighter springy vine to her back and before Minerva's eyes new greenery started to grow from the little wyrmling's personal garden. Fresh tea leaves, a few little blue flowers and a cardamon pod were plucked and put into a little tea ball and placed delicately in the big centaur's mug. Baristra leaned forward and huffed softly, gently steaming the mug to that perfect drinking temperature. "That should perk you up for the day! Its a long hatching still to go. I hope you two enjoy!" The coffee dragon burbled happily. Her bonded was all grins and laughter as he watched Baristra work her magic. The coffee dragon was beside herself with joy, doing what she did best. The lovely scent of chocolate and baked goods grew stronger as she lowered herself down to the floor, allowing her new rider easy access to her back. "Sweet Nox, Can you pull the cookies off my back? They will go great with everyone's drinks." Puzzled Nox reached over and searched through Baristra's little back garden and was shocked to find a wooden slot with a warm tray of honest to the celestial raspberry thumbprint cookies. Tray in hand he looked down and saw a very small...very unusual floral hatchling poking his head underneath the table. Nox reached out and took the small Twig's crystal offering. "Oh thank you! Here, we have plenty of cookies." Smiling he offered the tray towards Twig to pick up as many as his little heart desired. "They're made with almonds!" Baristra chirped up, sounding proud of herself. The coffee dragon turned to little Twig. "Hold out your paws sweetie." When he complied he'll find a mug in his hands the same inexplicable way as the others. Baristra's vines stretched out to dispense something very chocolaty and coffee in the mug, another extended out to top it with a flourish of whipped cream. Last but not least the coffee dragon placed two sticks of milk chocolate as a final garnish. A drink almost too pretty to drink! "The crystal is so pretty thank you so much." Right now the thought of charging anyone was beyond her and bonded's thoughts, tips and gifts however are always appreciated. |
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| Heijale | Feb 27 2017, 05:23 PM Post #95 |
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[align=center]Vee Tag: Aloran[/align] It was news to her where the next hatching would be. Or was it? She felt like she had known that it would be in Etharius next, but hearing it from Aloran felt like hearing it for the first time. Maybe it was just the exhaustion from the hatching catching up to her. She turned to look up at him for a moment as she thought over his words. If her memory, and geography, served correctly, that was the general area that he called home. And if that were the case... "Would you be there as well, if I did? Either as a candidate once more or even just a mere spectator?" She asked lightly, hoping he would say that he would be, as either option. She truly hoped he would be there; it was on the same continent, afterall. And seeing as she was leaning closer and closer to not partnering at this hatching, it would give her some way to be able to see him sooner, seeing as she would be having to wait until she bonded and the dragon grew, to be able to see him otherwise. Though, even if he wasn't able to show up, she wouldn't give up her candidacy. She wanted this. For her family, she needed this. The military was how she would find her family's murder; the only way she knew to do so. She didn't care if it took 100 hatchings, she would bond with a dragon and they would do their duty, both to her family, and to their world. [align=center]Wyrmling Twig Tag: Nox, Baristra, and all those around[/align] Never had Twig imagined that upon his small request, he would get cookies out of the deal. Cookies! And he had been told to have as many as he wanted! Oh, but he knew he mustn't take too many, as there were others who may want some as well. He wasn't sure if he would like almond cookies, but they smelled awfully good, so he took two, contemplated a third, but in the end, stuck with his two. But that wasn't the end. No, just as he was shuffling the cookies from one set of hands to the other, he was handed a mug, and into that mug went an absolutely spectacular drink. He watched the larger coffee dragon work with an excited "Ooooh!!". Once both delicacies were in his hands, he pushed himself out from under the table and gave an experimental sip of his drink. In a sudden fit of flapping wings, which resulted in some shed leaves, he made his delight known to both dragon and rider. "Oh, oh! My lovely lady, this is marvelous! What a wonderful talent you have! You are a true wonder!" He turned to Nox then, looking as awe-struck as a stick possibly could. "Oh how lucky you are! She's perfect!" He then shoved a cookie into his mouth, and could barely contain his excitement at the deliciousness that flooded his taste buds. Those two were most definitely the greatest pair of all the great pairs here, though to Twig, everyone was great. And he would be on his way to go meet more of those great individuals, as soon as he finished is coffee and cookies. [align=center](Word Count: 536)[/align] |
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| Silver | Feb 28 2017, 06:03 AM Post #96 |
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Aloran to Vee Word Count: 573 He question touched him. He couldn't quite place his finger on why; Perhaps it was a relief to finally spend time with someone in this way, to share space with someone who could enjoy the quiet and simply take comfort in having someone nearby. As much as Aloran enjoyed discussions, there was a place and time for it. The truly thoughtful also knew when to take comfort in solitude, after all. He rested one hand lightly on her shoulder. "Of course," He assured her. "Perhaps not as a Candidate myself," He admitted, "But if you were there, I would come to see you find your dragon. I like to see things through," He explained with a hint of a smile. "And I would see your journey reach its conclusion." The thought of Vee being in Etharius was thrilling. He adored his people, and he hoped that she would enjoy being around them as much as he enjoyed sharing their stories an way of life. Discussing being a centaur was difficult when people had no basis for the information. Their lives must have seemed foreign indeed to someone who lived in a place like Asuella, for just one example. Other cities were less reliant on technology, but he doubted any of them actually knew what it was like to live apart from it and to rely on the land and its elements. He reached into the bag slung across his waist. From within, he produced a leather bound book. It appeared to have been hand -stitched, the pages sewn together with care. Within were countless drawings and notes. While he had questioned her motives for taking photographs when he'd first met her, he realized with some amusement now that he'd done much of the same sort of thing. His book was filled with sketches of his people, some half-finished gestures, others practically living and breathing. Perhaps more impressive than the drawings of other centaurs, however, were the drawings of vast landscapes, grass stretching out to the horizon. "Look," He requested, offering the book to her. He flipped to a dog-eared page. "This is where I come from," He explained. "Myrinthia. We've traveled far and wide, but Myrinthia will always be home to our tribe." He flipped to another page, depicting woods, tall trees with fresh green leaves. Within a cluster was a woven hut which looked as though it had been formed by the trees themselves, grown to create a natural living space. "The plains are different than Asuella," He mused. "They breathe. We've formed our home over the centuries.." He trailed off. Ah. He was feeling homesick. He shut the book softly. "You may look at it," He offered. "Perhaps if you remain here, we might send letters. I hear there are birds well suited to the task of carrying messages over long distances. " He was invested in keeping their friendship strong. At a personal level, he enjoyed speaking with her and would certainly enjoy hearing about her experiences as a trainee should she bond today. On a wider level, it was beneficial to all of them to establish ties with the outside world, if only to ensure that they knew of incoming danger before it happened. There was no need to tell her that much, however. He didn't wish to insult her. "You seem uncertain about today," He offered after a couple minutes of quiet. "Why?" |
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| Heijale | Feb 28 2017, 01:50 PM Post #97 |
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[align=center]Vee Tag: Aloran (Word Count: 549)[/align] The hand on her shoulder gave her much comfort, and she reached up to squeeze it gently. She was happy to know that he would at least be at the next hatching in some way, even if it wasn't as a candidate. She would like to see him with his own dragon, but things would happen as was planned. Not by them, but by something much higher than them. Besides, it sounded like he was content to continue with his craft and didn't have his heart set on becoming a rider. She admired that about him. She'd put her all into this opportunity and wished she could just walk away from it if she didn't find her partner this day. Well, she would have to just walk away, but it would definitely sting. When he brought out the little book, she moved as close as she could to him and looked at the pictures he pointed out. A smile crept over her face as she looked at the ones he turned to. They were beautifully done, and she could see that they were done with just as much care and love as her photos were. "Your home looks beautiful," she told him as she took the now-closed book. She appreciated that he was letting her look through his pictures and she wondered if he felt the same way she had when she'd allowed to look through her photos. These, perhaps, were a little more personal, as he had done these from scratch, with his own hand. She held the little book tightly to her chest as she nodded her agreement to writing letters to one another. Truth be told, she hadn't thought about that. If she didn't bond, she would certainly have the time to do so. If she did, the letters may be a bit less common, but she would still write to him. His friendship meant a lot to her, and letter writing was the least thing she could do to keep it up on her end. She took the silence as her opportunity to look more at the book. It was beautifully drawn, and she found herself smiling at the pictures within. She almost felt like she was seeing another side to her friend; a side that couldn't be explained by mere words. She wasn't much of an artist when it came to drawing, but she felt that his drawings and her photos achieved the same goal. They both transported others to a certain place and time. Made them feel exactly what had been felt at that moment in time. She was so into the "place" that his book had taken her that it took her a moment to answer his question. "Quite simply, I don't think my dragon is here," she answered him without having to think about it. "I'm not one for luck or coincidence. I don't really believe in being lucky enough to bond on one's hatching. I do, however, believe in Fate. I believe that there is a dragon meant for me, but I don't believe in being lucky enough to find them today." She didn't tell him that she'd planned for this for years, that she didn't know what she'd do with herself if she couldn't avenge her family's deaths. |
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| Isra | Feb 28 2017, 02:06 PM Post #98 |
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Zemal; tag Alistiana, Lysander. (524 words) Zemal turned slightly to face Alistiana when the Empress approached, distracted from Maksim and his very real intention to go and congratulate his friend. Even just standing beside her made abundantly clear the weight of her grief and exhaustion; she was waif thin and yet she leaned against the railing as if it was the only thing keeping her upright, her skin pale and drawn. He listened to her story in silence, gaze shifting to Yggdrasil's equally weary looking form as she lay with her eggs, what strength she was able to spare (and even some she was not, he suspected) floating gently into their pearlescent shells. He had not been aware until that moment that she had lost her clutch during the frantic escape from Nondir, and to hear it only hardened his heart further against his monstrous uncle. Zemal had not been present during that particular fiasco, but he had watched the broadcast along with much of the rest of the world. At the time it had not struck him so personally save to encourage the lingering fear he had of Vicarous and those the False Emperor commanded, but now, to hear this... How could one man be so monstrous? How could he murder his entirely family without remorse, compell his dragon to attack its mate and destroy the children growing in her womb? How could that much evil exist within a single living being and somehow have the nerve to sit just down the way as if he had every right to be there? The Prince wrapped his fingers gently around the hand Alistiana laid in his palm, his other reaching out to lay over top of it. Her touch was cold, and he imagined he could feel every bone and joint beneath the thin, frail shell of skin that held her together. Without thinking he shared his gift with her, a warm influx of Life energies passing between them in an unconscious effort to bolster her and give her strength. Yggdrasil might prefer to care for her unhatched children on her own, but that did not mean that Alistiana needed to stand alone as well. It might not do much more than brush against the deep well of her fatigue, but if it aided her even a little then he was glad to spare the energy. "Father Lysander is right," Zemal agreed with a nod, glancing briefly to the priest who flanked Alistiana's other side. "Yggdrasil has done well in caring for her children, and they will soon hatch. Then you both can rest a while, and I can..." He paused uncertainly for a moment. This was a great deal of responsibility he was preparing to offer to accept, responsibility that he'd spent the last few years wanting to avoid. But now, faced with his mother's weariness and the tears falling down her cheeks, the desire to help overrode all of his fears. "I could help, if you would like. I confess I don't know much about ruling a kingdom, but if I am the Prince then perhaps it is time I learned more than etiquette, history, and ancient languages." |
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| Senaru | Mar 1 2017, 06:46 AM Post #99 |
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Darkest Just Before Dawn5:45-6:30AM *post written to this & this The False Emperor was watching the sands. The activity surrounding a wyrmling he could not quite see was, for whatever reason, fascinated him. At some point prior, the other Nondir dignitaries had grown impatient with the hatching, which had taken all night so far. They had, one by one, left for their respective quarters, and by now, the only one sitting there was Vicarious himself, alone. His gaze strayed, locking on one of the many hatching attendants. This one was holding one of the amber and wood 'crystals' that the tiny Floral had handed out, for he seemed to be giving them to anyone who wanted one. It was perhaps a little unfortunate that this assistant was on her way up the stairs to the seating stands, which passed by where Vic was sitting. It wasn't that he had done anything, but her own surprise in having suddenly locked eyes with the dark eyed ruler, which surprised her so much that she dropped the token and bolted up the rest of the walkway to the right, heading to one of the offices which was where she was going originally, except much faster than she might otherwise have gone. He snorted, rolling his eyes, though they were drawn to the object that had been dropped, which he leaned down and picked up, turning the object in his hands. What..is this?... he thought to himself, before setting the object on the more or less bare table before him. Several minutes later, as the darkness was beginning to grow deeper in the complex, the Emperor got up, as if something wasn't quite right and made his exit hastily. Most did not pay him much attention, as the others of his group had already left. What was one more? It was really too dark now to tell he'd been shaking. Some minutes later, as the tuxedo-cat colored dragon was making another circuit of the dignitaries to get them what they asked for or to get orders, he paused briefly by Lysander's table and sat a small box down. It was only a couple inches long in either direction, and if picked up, was quite light, as if nothing at all was inside. Once the cleric noticed it and opened it, the man would first see a tiny, fine stationary card inside, written on it were no more than five words. You're right, this isn't mine. It was not signed. In the small box, a stone, clear and pristine, not at all like how he'd seen it before, was the tiny pinky-nail-sized life crystal. The other side of the card was a little more snarky. Keep it or don't, I don't care. Apparently something had moved the tyrant enough to admit he was wrong, at least about that point. * * * As the night drew to a close, it was becoming more than a little apparent, even more so now than before, that the sky was not following the actual time- Or so one might think. Across the cosmos, a celestial dance was taking place. Not one of dragons, either- This time, it was the moons above that seemed to have been, over time, moving into a line. This did not happen very often on its own, and as the window to the heavens shimmered, what light there had been filtering down from it was growing ever darker. A candidate suddenly gasped and pointed out (As if others would not have seen, had they looked up) that the three moons were aligned, but also crossing over the center of the great hatching center dome. This view seemed magnified, but one might rationalize that perhaps the glass was a technological feature that could show things closer than they really were. Or, perhaps, it was that the Seraphs were showing it, or some other force made it clear. The faint light of the cosmos was slowly dimming, until the entire complex was shrouded in an unnatural-natural darkness, and in this darkness, even the faintest song of the Seraphs was beginning to fade into total, absolute silence. In this darkness, there was a feeling, a sense really, that everyone's attention was being drawn, the great flower pulsing with a soft white-blue light. It looked as if it was burning with a flame that did not harm the nest, or Ygg, probably life-flame, though the color did not quite seem right. The light of this 'flame' flickered in cool colors, casting a watery light around the caverns, soothing and whispering. That voice in the minds of the candidates, and young riders alike and all those present seemed to hear something different. Blessings to new riders, courage to those who still yet did not know. Whispering strength to those who so desperately needed it. Reaching for those minds that could not feel its thoughts, blocked behind darkness. There was a soft, new beginning to the song the seraphs sang, an encouraging sound that slowly grew in volume, but only just. Inside that great flower, one of the eggs seemed to have an etching sound methodically going around the shell, carving, almost, until the shell itself seemed to dissolve into energy, falling into the pool of somehow dimly lit silver-gray within. What was inside was not a dragon, but a form made of raw energy that twisted and curved delicately, its shining form giving off hardly any light at all as it simply rose up from the nest, higher and higher, before stopping. It hovered at the pinnacle of the hatching complex, at the center of the great circular window above it. There came a bright flash of gold as the moons began to move past the window once more, at the stroke of morning. Quite suddenly the complex was bathed in the light of day, and the form that had been hovering, modest in its light, was no longer what it seemed. [align=center] [/align] Like a sun, it hung in the air, wings unfolding in an array of twelve, at its back a solar wheel, above her head a halo. Enigmatic and full of light. Such was her presence that pulses of power radiated outward from her, causing small stones to move, even from so high up. "Do not be afraid, for I bring good tidings and joy. The dawn has arisen, and with it, the promise of a bright future. There stand among you heros and legends of old, for the day has come that we have need of them again. May your paths be bright as you set out on the road of life once more." She said, addressing all present, before she twisted in the air, the enigmatic glow of her body filling in to solid physical form, first clad in armor that looked like her egg shell had been, but soon this armor faded to wherever Seraph armor goes when it vanishes. Her body was rose-gold, shining with white-blue, pinks, oranges, colors of the dawn sky. She was also huge, for having just been born- As big as many full grown dragons. That in itself was a little alarming. There were whispers among the audience- Surely if it was a titan, they would have known about it before now? But no, others said, not quite a titan. Like the Celestial's son, Cern, and like Cauldron, and a few other massive dragons titan-born and raised on the energy of their parents, this dragon was a Sub-Titan. She flew, heading down toward her mother, dipping her head and offering soft whispered blessings before she flew the short distance from there to the place where the Empress and the Prince stood. Ah hah, some thought, as they guessed the dragon surely was indeed destined for the prince of Lomira. There was even clapping and whistling, which seemed to fade a little as the dragon instead landed lightly on the rail, delicate, and perching like the elegant creature she was. How she resembled Yggdrasil! Her soft features, the color of her twisting horns. And yet she was different. Her many wings folded, two by two, until all had been settled, and she looked out upon the faces there, her radiant aura still aflame, making her look as though she and all she touched were engulfed. She slid down from the rail and moved in the large spaces meant for dignitaries (And often their dragons at times). The rows were big enough for her to manage without too much fuss. He was there, was he crying, maybe praying? She smiled, her eyes soft like her mothers, their color royal. "Oh, my dear beloved Lysander. You have faced so many trials in your lives, and this life is no different. How brave you are, choosing to accept your fate as it is, to take it as a challenge of this life. Even so, I hope you will not deny our bond, everlasting as it has always been. I am Ambrosolariel, bearer of the sun above the Garden of Eternity. We are well met, once more." she said, as she pressed her muzzle against the frail mans chest, and there, a spiral of blue lines and white flowers formed as a crystal, permanent and everlasting. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Sub-Titan Ambrosolariel Azodrasil Rank/Title The Dawn Star, Light of Forgiveness, Warrior of Peace, Blade of Life Gender ♀~ Parents: ♀ Life Titan Yggdrasil x ♂ Seraphic*/Light Azodael Element: Seraphic/Life/Solar Personality: Forgiving, Peace Seeking, Virtuous, Enlightened, Patient, Kind Bonds to: Lysander {Silver} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #FF5E94} ![]() [/align] |
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| Silver | Mar 1 2017, 10:00 AM Post #100 |
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Lysander Word Count: 1,363 The dakrness which now fell across the Hatching grounds felt all-encompassing. Darkness had never frightened Lysander, and even now it was almost comforting. He could feel himself slipping in and out of a sort of doze, nestled back against the padded chair he'd been provided. There was space for him to lie down if he so desired, but he refused to be the only spectator resting. He drifted in a half-conscious state instead where he could feel his hand slipping off of Daisy's head, or when he could catch a snatch of conversation near him. When this was all done, he told himself, he'd be content to sleep for days. His rest was disturbed as someone moved close to him. Daisy stood up at once, tail wagging idly as she politely greeted the feline dragon with a press of her cold nose. She had better manners than to jump, but she did lightly lift up onto her hind legs, paws placed on the table in front of Lysander. She softly took the box in her mouth and turned to deposit it gently into Lysander's lap. She nosed him pointedly when he didn't reach out to grab it right away, and nudged the object closer to his hands, paws resting on his nearest leg. She dropped when he finally grabbed it, woken by her insistence. He didn't have time to ask Mistof who it was from; Instead, he carefully opened the gift while Alistiana and Zemal were otherwise occupied. He parted the soft wrappings and withdrew the card. He read it once, twice, lips parted in question before he gazed down at the small stone beneath. He exhaled softly, traced it with his finger, chest tight. Never had he imagined that that one would have-- Never, no in a hundred-- No, not in a thousand years. Yet here it was, willingly surrendered. He didn't dare take it in his hand. It ought to be returned to its proper owner, and at the moment, she was too worried over her brood to receive it. He flipped the card over, mouth silently formed the words, and he had to allow himself a little smile. Well. No one changed their colors utterly in one day, after all. He set the card inside of his robe to keep and lifted the box to view the jewel in the pale light which filled the cavern. It was pretty, but small and a little sad. He might even say that-- Wait. Lysander glanced up and blinked blearily at the sky, brow furrowed in question. He stretched out his hand to pass his hand beneath the light, exhaled slowly through his teeth when that pale light faded. The hatching grounds were covered in almost pitch blackness. Something reached out to him through the blackness of it: A hint of a whisper, soft and gentle. He shut his eyes against it and leaned forward in his chair. Below him, something was happening. The light from the egg glowed gently at first, a flickering ember in a dying fire. Something rose up from the nest, silent and soft, a feather on the wind. He watched it ascend, his heart in his throat. That's from Yggdrassil's nest, he realized, and his gaze immediately flickered over to Zemal. Everyone appeared to be enraptured by the thing (was it a hatchling?) as it rose, until suddenly the entire area was filled with a burst of light. Lysander gave up a soft, small cry as he covered his eyes with his arm. The light was not blinding, but he couldn't help but feel afraid. Humbled. He'd seen the wings; This creature was a dragon, and he knew at once that she was holy. He wasn't certain how he gleaned that information, only that he knew it without a shadow of a doubt. This creature was heavenly in make and nature, and he found himself weeping openly into his hands, teeth grit as his fingers clenched into his hair. How long had he laid in his bed as doctors worked over him and around him? How long had he questioned his purpose? Oh, he'd been so certain that there were answers beyond the universe as they knew it. Answers he strove for, needed, answers held by those who lived in the heavens above. But he'd never imagined he'd meet such a creature, and he felt at once utterly unworthy. He mustn't look upon them. Do not be afraid, she said. The dawn has risen. "My lady," Lysander whimpered into his hands, though he was sure she couldn't hear. Could she? "I can't," He whimpered, though to whom he spoke was unclear. He repeated it like a mantra, shook his head against his hands, wiped his face with his sleeve as he dared to look upon her, glorious and radiant as she greeted her mother. And then, by all that was holy, she was approaching. But of course. He, like the others, had assumed her destiny was intertwined with the Prince's. The egg had called to Zemal since it was laid, and surely-- She stopped in front of him, and he recoiled. Her light shone upon the tear-tracks on his cheeks, and he shuddered at the sight of her, magnificent and wreathed in flame. I'm sorry, He wanted to say, heart racing. Whatever I've done, I beg forgiveness. "Oh, my dear beloved Lysander. You have faced so many trials in your lives, and this life is no different. How brave you are, choosing to accept your fate as it is, to take it as a challenge of this life. Even so, I hope you will not deny our bond, everlasting as it has always been. I am Ambrosolariel, bearer of the sun above the Garden of Eternity. We are well met, once more. She spoke sweetly and gently, a calm murmur like a warm, refreshing breeze. Goosebumps rose across his flesh, and his heart ached as she touched her nose to his chest. Heat blazed from the area like a sunburst, and he cried out as his hands dared to shake as he touched her horns and pressed his forehead to her face. "My lady," He openly wept. "Dawn Star. Blade of Life. I know you," He sucked in a shaky breath, stroked his hands along her face. "I'm not worthy," He gulped. "You mustn't, you must know--" "We are who we are, my dear one," She crooned as she pressed her face gently against him, neck braced to allow him to lean against her. His weight, slight as it was, was nothing to her. "You must understand, and you must not be afraid. Lysander," She soothed. "You are my worthy one." She pulled away to meet his gaze square, to take in the sight of his tear-streaked face and his trembling lip. She watched his eyes dart over her, watched him drink in the sight of her like a flower might drink in the sun. "You must have faith in me and be brave for what will come. Our path is lond, and along the way, we shall find your courage." She finally turned her head to regard those others who watched her, the Empress and her son. Ambrosolariel lightly lifted one foreleg as she touched her muzzle in benediction against Alistania's hand. You have done well, and she will be safe. When the time comes, you will sleep knowing you have made us proud, and that we have watched and approve. She tilted her head at Zemal, then, and her mouth curved in something that was like a smile. We will see each other later. She left him with that enigmatic statement, and turned to her bonded. "I can't," Lysander whispered one last time, his protestation hushed by a soft croon deep in her throat. She caressed her cheek against his own. "You will, my Lysander. But now, it's time to go." "I need to tell Yggdrassil--" He began to protest as he rose, his limbs holding him securely. In her presence, he felt strong. "We will tell her together," Ambrosolariel promised. "After all is said and done. Now,". She straightened and carefully stretched her wings. "Come." |
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