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| Jackins | Mar 1 2017, 10:43 AM Post #101 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Coffee! @Baristra, @Minerva Braelyn watched with rapt attention as the newly hatched dragon settled immediately into her element to complete the requested task. From the hectic assortment of vines, to the sudden presence of a pleasantly shaped wooden cup in her hands, the little centaur was beside herself in the presence of the culinary dragon. Cautious as ever, the little centaur stamped one of her hooves before steeling herself to try the beverage. Though the scents from the little dragon’s stand were immensely tantalizing the early morning desire for some caution was hard to avoid. She needn’t have worried. True to form, Baristra’s coffee offering was perfect. The flavor was smooth and velvety without a hint of bitterness and the almond milk was spectacular as well. It was all that Brae could do not to tip the cup back and finish the drink in one quick chug. The caffeine was delightfully refreshing and in no time the little icy flowers she was better known for curled about her hooves in proper fashion. She hadn’t realized that Minerva had followed her, nor did she recall her drink preferences. Something told her that she should have been able to recall such a simple detail. Instead she frowned and enjoyed her drink. There was nothing that could be done for the forgotten preference for now. As the coffee dwindled to little more than an empty, fragrant cup, Braelyn glanced about in time to see that Ahmduer had bonded. “Look. I guess it’s not all bad. One of ours found a match.” |
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| Silver | Mar 1 2017, 03:46 PM Post #102 |
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Illidaddy
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Aloran to Vee, reacting to hatchings Word Count: 580 He shifted himself as she looked through his sketchbook. With her being occupied by his drawings, he hefted himself to his feet and gave himself a slight shake. Centaurs simply weren't made to lie down for long periods of time, and his legs ached. He had a better view of the hatching this way as well, and he stood still, front legs near Vee in an almost protective stance. So far, nothing had tried to harm the Candidates. Still, Aloran was wary by nature, and it wasn't like him to blindly trust. His ears twitched as she answered his question. He glanced down at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. That was not the sort of lack of confidence he'd come to expect from her. She spoke with such passion when talking about her camera, for example, yet now appeared reserved, resigned to a fate which hadn't even come to pass. He nudged her gently with his knee, tail flicking lightly at his hindquarters. "If you believe that it is true Fate had dictated you will Bond," He challenged, "Why can it not be now? Surely you would not be the first elf ever to Bond on her first try," He reasoned. "There are nearly a hundred dragons, surely. Who knows what might be in store for you." Darkness began to fall over the hatching grounds, and Aloran shifted his feet warily. He pawed lightly at the tarp beneath him, but even that gesture was mostly controlled. The dark which consumed them felt unnatural, and the moved slowly forward until he could feel Vee's back against the front of his legs. His eyes narrowed; Something was glowing in the darkness of the cavern. It appeared to be coming from the Titan's nest, and the sight of it was making some people shout. He reached down to rest a hand against Vee's shoulder, a silent sign of companionship and perhaps also reassurance. Light exploded across the cavern and Aloran grimaced against it. He rose up on his hind legs in surprise, front hooves pawing at the light before he came down, careful not to land on Vee or any of her belongings. The bright light appeared to be coming from none other than a dragon-- Don't be afraid, it said. That was a tall order coming from a creature who hatched wreathed in fire. This dragon did not even approach the Candidates, and for that Aloran was grateful. Centaurs held dragons in high regard, and of course he knew her for what she does. He shuddered and bowed his head; Looking upon her, staring at her like a spectacle felt indecent. Even now, he wasn't sure how to feel. Humbled? Honored? What need was there for her to appear on the mortal plane, now? He didn't see the Bond take place, but there were shouts rising up around him that she had chosen from the spectators. "Don't lose faith," He murmured to Vee. "Your time will come." Still, he was uneasy. If such an important dragon was here, what did that mean? The Seraph of Forgiveness-- What was there to be forgiven? Surely she was sent here for a reason? He didn't speak his uneasiness, but his expression was easily readable as disquiet as he stared out across the cavern, mouth pressed into a thin, thoughtful line. "Patience," He murmured to her. If he could not reassure himself, he would at least attempt to reassure her. "It only takes patience." |
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| Heijale | Mar 1 2017, 05:33 PM Post #103 |
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Cupcake Queen
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[align=center]Vee Tag: Aloran (Word Count: 501)[/align] She had turned slightly when Aloran stood, not looking up at him, but keeping him in her peripheral vision. It wasn't that she felt she had to keep an eye on him or observe his movements or anything. Rather, she knew he was like her in the fact that he spoke volumes with his mere actions, and she didn't wish to miss anything he wished to convey to her. She also didn't wish to miss any hatchlings, though if that shiny mirror-like dragon was anything to go by, it would be hard to miss any of them. It would probably be equally as hard to photograph them, though she doubted it would be due to reflective flash. She smiled softly and closed the book as it grew falsely darker. While it didn't keep her from completely being able to see the pictures, she didn't want to miss any acute details; those were sometimes the things that made the pictures really pop. And they were very easy to miss, if the lighting was right. What was also "right", was the point that the centaur brought up. Well, perhaps not right, but he did have a point. She didn't believe in luck, but who's to say that she had to be lucky to bond that day? Who was to say that Fate didn't decide that she deserved a dragon from this event, as opposed to the next or even one years from now? She was about to voice just this when an explosion of light startled her. Aloran had reared, keeping clear of her, and she jumped to her feet, making sure the small book made its way into her bag for safe keeping. She moved close to him, resting a hand on his arm as she stared at one of the more beautiful dragons of the hatching. It had told them not to be afraid, and she found that she wasn't. Someone that obviously important, she couldn't ignore. She watched as it moved away from them, possibly to find its partner, and she turned back to her friend. "How beautiful," she breathed, staring up at him as she let his words sink in. Patience. She knew he was correct, and that being impatient and letting herself get worked up was the last thing she needed to do. She blinked, then gasped. "I completely forgot to photograph that last bonding!" She cried, disappointed in herself. She cursed herself silently, telling herself that the picture most likely would have been overexposed had she tried, though the thought didn't make her feel much better. Her disappointment ebbed away as she read his body language. He was tense, it seemed. Uneasy, perhaps? She couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was, but she knew that it was not his usual posture nor attitude. There was something on his mind, something that he wasn't voicing, but she could see it plastered on his expression. "What is it?" She asked him quietly, squeezing his arm gently. |
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| Thalron | Mar 1 2017, 08:38 PM Post #104 |
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Shockingly Shocking
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Sonnuk Tag: Taika(and surroundings briefly), and Venria WC: 658 He had been trying to get out of that egg FOREVER it had seemed like! Spinning, and spinning faster to break it apart, but his parents had set it on a spot where he could not move it around anymore and it had been somewhat frustrating... He was not in the egg anymore however, and there was a whole, huge world to see! He'd already gone to Lomira and back, which was fun, but he was far from finished! He had spent the last several hours-- minutes..? He didn't even know, running around the hatching grounds like a bullet. He was just doing laps on the inner side of the glass dome and watching everything going on down below, but his energetic rushing did take its toll and he would have to stop soon enough. ...And get more food. So many things had hatched so far! Birds, dogs, a sun, and what have you. It was all really impressive. He was just about ready to pretend to be a ball for that dog-dragon to chase instead of the stick, but someone else took care of it first so he just continued running and watching. He nearly missed the fact that one of the dragons was catering on the sands as he thought about leaving to get some more food- he didn't like the chili they had here... Which he may have sampled without the caterers knowledge at some point. Whatever that culinary was whipping up looked good though, and he figured he might as well try it. A blue blur shot over to the group of foodies, the raptor like dragon skidding to a stop near to some of whatever was being prepared. "That smells Goo-ood! Do you think you could whip up some chili dogs? Or burgers, those would be good too. Okay thanks, I'll be back!" He spoke a little quickly, and seemed to shift from one foot to the other while standing there. He waved at Warmestrange, and the others that he realized were standing there and added a quick Hello-goodbye. "Cool threads, Later!" and as soon as he finished speaking there was a loud 'whrrr' noise before he shot off and a blue streak was seen heading off to the more distant portion of the hatchery. There would be time for proper introductions later, and he didn't want to linger in the middle of the gathering too much! Partly because he wanted to move, and also it seemed like they were in the middle of something. The blue ball of energy shot up along a wall and zoomed around the column of one of the platform nests before launching off the top and coming down again... It didn't land on the ground though, instead it landed daintily on the snout of a broody ice dragon. It all happened so fast that it likely just seemed like he had just appeared there, though there was a sudden breeze that followed behind him and blew some mist off of the dragon. "Woah, nice view! Mind if I chill here? I think I gave myself a hot foot by accident!" steam rose from the pads of his feet as he stood there, it was definitely hot, almost burning, but the cold on the outside of her scales had reduced it enough to not be harmful even in those first few seconds... Though there was a definite patch of less frost on the muzzle there than before. He was very light though, and also at the moment terribly small for a dragon. About as tall as a person when he was standing. He still had a 'I <3 Lomira' shirt on, though as he fidgeted he decided to take it off, the thing seeming to vanish off of him and land on the ground nearby in a small blur of movement, though he just tossed it down there rather than actually disembarking to do so. |
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| Silverfeather | Mar 2 2017, 08:28 AM Post #105 |
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Ninja lurker
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Rurik and Dragon and oh my @Group Upon sitting down, the boy yawned, before accepting the spare pair of earbuds his sister handed him. A quick glance told him that she had preloaded a horror film and he settled in. He loved a good horror film, though he preferred the more suspense jump scares than straight out blood and gore. Before Rurik could even answer Teagan’s questions, Marcus had shown up and started talking to Teagan. He quieted down, placing one ear-bud in one ear and left the other open so he could listen. Of course, he hadn’t expected his sister to open up to anyone about anything and certainly not about this. Of course, not even He knew about that part of her life; she kept it so under wraps. Of course, there had been late nights for her, and now they made sense. It was like everything clicked, but it didn’t change his feelings for her. She was his sister and he hated that she belittled herself. “You’re wrong.” He stated, piping up after she had finished. “You deserve a chance to bond too. I’m sure there is a dragon waiting for you. You are worthy as well.” He nodded, as if it magically solved everything, but he had to say something. She had done so much for him, surely that would count as something? But she had fallen silent and Rurik wrinkled his nose slightly, but turned back to the movie at hand. She had nothing else to say it looked like, and Rurik didn’t want to push. If there was one thing that Rurik learned, was that She didn’t like to be prodded about personal stuff too much. He put his mind to the movie, not much distracting him from anything at the moment. The flock of birds that swarmed the skies above drew his attention away and he watched with faint interest. How interesting. He had never seen something like that before and it was far more amazing when they became a whole dragon. He didn’t know they could do that! He watched in admiration as they introduced themselves and Rurik watched them for a bit longer before returning his attention elsewhere. His hands still fidgeting with the small mechanical device that he had taken with him. As he woke more and more, the sleepy feeling was replaced by nervous excitement. He couldn’t help but wonder, who would hatch for him. What would they look like? His light optimism couldn’t be dampened by the fact that so far, most had been unbonded, chosing not to bond with any of the candidates here, and it hadn’t occurred to him that he may not bond this season. But he wasn’t here entirely for himself, he came for his sister. He wanted her to have as much a chance as he had and he had more faith that she would find her bond here than she herself did. He could have enough hope and dreams for both of them, right? So caught up in his musings, he missed the hatching of two others, but he caught sight of them when the screaming of one interrupted one of the quiet scenes. A dog and a….Stick? He couldn’t see it quite clearly, but he shrugged. He would meet them all in class if he bonded and there wasn’t any need to be worried. It looked like one of them was even coming over here, and Rurik smiled, his eyes straying back to the film for the time. Rurik could be observant, when he wasn’t half-asleep and he was trying to stay awake. But the hours had already dragged on, and with everyone in the group here not paying much attention to him, he only had the horror movie to focus on in hopes of staying awake. He didn’t mind that there was no attention on himself and he fell into another lull. That didn’t last very long, as something suddenly drew his attention. Wind gusted around him, and he lifted his eyes to see a hatchling had landed right in front of him. Gold flecked brown feathers rose and fell in time with the hatchlings movements as he settled and then he reached out and pressed his beak against his forehead. Rurik stared, the bond solidified between them. The hatchlings, Skadesas introduced himself, before showing off his own unique ability. Colors muting as feathers grew and Rurik just stared before a smile broke out on his face. He had done it! He had bonded to a dragon. “Skadesas” He repeated the name, the phonetics rolling almost clumsily on his tongue. “Um. Yes! I’ll Do my best!” He tried to agree with the hatching, who puffed up his own feathers again, before the rumbling of the hatchlings stomach brought attention to other more pertinent things. Rurik blinked, before he realized, food. The hatchling would be hungry, and if he was honest, he himself was hungry. Perhaps if he ate, he would wake up more. “Lets, uh, lets get you some food.” Smiling sheepishly at his sister, he nodded. “Thanks. I”m sure you’ll bond here shortly too! I’m going to get food now, I suppose.” “Yes, Let’s go. I wonder what food they will have. Perhaps we can try it all” Skadesas waited patiently enough for Rurik to return his headphones. Already the air hatchling stood at Rurik’s shoulder, if not taller. Rurik had thought he would have been smaller, but then dragons were slightly different. He cautiously reached out to pet some of the feathers, his hands resting against the soft fluff of the wyrmling as they found the buffet that had been laid out. It still seemed like a dream and Rurik pulled his hands away but Skad only smiled. “You can pet my feathers as much as you like. Just don’t mess them up too much.” He chuffed lightly, ruffling his riders’ hair with his own talon gently. “Now, lets seeeeee. How about we try some...pizza!” It was after all, what the other hatchlings looked to be ordering and Rurik didn’t seem to mind. Rurik smiled as they took their fares and moved more out of the way. Skad, careful not get most of grease on his feathers began to devour the pizza and he offered a piece to his rider, who also accepted. “This is good! Hits the spot.” Rurik nodded, his eyes finding the small group that he had left before he saw the two eggs seeming explode. He was sure more had hatched as they sat eating their pizza, but this was the nest of the tech egg that had saved his sister. He watched as both hatched, but the...motorcycle? Headed straight for where they had been. With wary eyes, he watched as his sister bonded. Relief flooded through them and Rurik smiled and Laughed. “She did it Skad! She bonded too!” He knew she would have done it. “Come on! Let us go say congratulations! They carefully made their way back to the group and Rurik approached the group. “Teagan! You did it! You bonded too! Congrats!” He looked at the large dragon. Yes, he would be able to take care of her easily when he grew bigger. He couldn’t fathom the size he would grow too, he was already quite large as it was. Skad smiled. “A good match! Well-met hatch siblings. Congratulations on finding your bond.” Skad nodded keeping close to his own bonded as he smiled and patted his sister on the shoulder, pure joy radiating from his face. Now Nothing would harm his sister again, with such a dragon. “I knew you could do it!” (wc; 1280) |
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| Capricorn | Mar 2 2017, 04:43 PM Post #106 |
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Hatchling
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Weather/Ice Venria Tag: Sonnuck Word Count: 629 The ice egg that Venria was taking care of did not feel as though it was quite ready to hatch yet. The mother didn't seem to mind the Ice dragon's presence even as eggs were hatching, although a human hatching attendant had warned her to separate herself from the egg at the first sign of cracking. There were no such signs yet- in fact, leaning her head down to listen to the egg, she didn't hear anything quite yet that sounded like a wyrmling desparately trying to escape. Provided the egg was not in danger and the mother was alright with it, the other hatching complex workers were fine with leaving Venria with the egg. "My little dear, you're going to hatch so strong, aren't you?" Venria cooed, much to the amusement of the mother with another egg just some distance away. "I'll be here, little darling, take as much time as you need..." She raised her head again, watching the events of the hatching. It seemed that the rest of Ciosa's eggs (who knew if they were Illirian's or Terminus's at this point?) had hatched, into a strange fire dragon and a... motorcycle? Another dragon made itself known from near the nest of that awful water dragon that resembled a maggot, although Venria could not identify the exact nest it came from. It was a metal, Venria assumed, but a very shiny one- perhaps their metal type was polished silver or something of the sort. Despite herself, she felt some amount of envy to behold the dragon's scales. But what was there to be jealous of? None could match up to her own beauty, of course. The Ice returned to dreaming of having her own eggs and her own offspring. She imagined a little wyrmling shining as if frozen, more beautiful than any that had hatched thus far, with those beautiful mismatched toes. Several more possible forms swirled through her head, beautiful and frightening wyrmlings that could hatch from eggs she laid herself. No matter, all in due time, she reassured herself. Suddenly, sometime after the massive seraphic had hatched (not the one that had caused such a stir, surprisingly enough), there was some sort of disturbance. Venria distinctly felt part of her outer ice layer melt off far faster than it should, becoming uncomfortably warm by her standards. She made a little noise of surprise as she fixed her eyes on the little creature that had decided to use her snout as a... resting place, or something. It was a wyrmling, that she could see, and almost immediately, whatever annoyance that had risen up in Venria was dismissed. It was almost cute. She shifted some of the ice away from her snout and down to the collar of ice spikes around her neck, so as to ensure that it wasn't dangerously cold for the little wyrmling. She stood very still, taking care as she spoke so as to avoid knocking the little dragon off. "Aww, dear, aren't you so just so cute," she purred, the warmth in her voice genuine. "Now you're an interesting little wyrmling, aren't you? You're more than welcome to stay. Allow me to introduce myself, though- I am Venria. Tell me, dear, what's your name?" She blinked a bit when he took off his shirt and cast it down to the ground. Venria shifted one of her legs slightly, hooking the shirt on one of her extra claws and offering it to the wyrmling. Even if he didn't want to wear it, surely he'd want to keep it? At the same time, she kept her slight snowfall going, some snowflakes landing on her muzzle and possibly on the smaller, younger dragon. "What are you doing up here instead of on the sands, dear?" |
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| Isra | Mar 2 2017, 08:03 PM Post #107 |
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Plot Event Moderator
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Faerveren: tag Anviel/Misuto, also HOLY SHIT DRAGON (1,329 words) She could have easily fallen asleep there beneath the stars and slowly spinning galaxies, the sights a never ending source of fascination as they gradually shifted and changed as time went by. Faerveren did drift off every now and then, though it was too noisy in the hatching arena overall to do more than doze for a little bit before something would rouse her from her cat nap. Generally it was applause, or the hatching of another dragon, though she paid little attention to the wyrmlings breaking out around her or who they were bonding to. Fae was unaware of Misuto's approach until the dragon's head slipped into view above her, and for a brief moment her heart lept into her throat. It was a moment longer before she noticed the crystal already in place on the dragon's chest and thus, for her to start breathing again. The tension bled out of her body as she reclined back against her pillow once more, casting a brief glance over to Anviel. She remembered the other elf vaguely from their stint as candidates; there were so many others that it was sometimes difficult to keep track of them all. "It's breathtaking," she agreed, her gaze inadvertently drawn back to the spinning, swirling heavens up above. Her hair and tattoos continued to shift and change as the sky did, matching the spectacular tableau as best she was able to. "I see..." There was a brief pause as she considered the multitudinous stars above, places she was likely to never go or ever see in person. It was a humbling thing to witness, to see and to know how very small she was in the middle of all of this. "I see suns and moons and planets," Fae finally continued softly. "Other places where other people might be laying down and looking up at the sky, wondering what's out there. Do they look like us? Do they sound like us? What kind of music do they listen to? Do they even have music? Are they even like us in any way at all?" Silence then, as if she was waiting for an answer. Or maybe she didn't expect one. How did one answer such questions as those? Fae didn't bother herself by trying to pry answers from Misuto, no matter if the dragon had them or not. Maybe there were some things they just weren't meant to know. Instead, she contented herself with her star gazing, somewhat disappointed when the colors began to fade and a star spangled sky began to take over. It was still lovely, and she still ignored much of the going-ons around her (with the exception of Warmestrange and Amatex's hatching, which nearly made her jump out of her skin). Had she known that was to be the end of her peace and quiet, Faerveren might have done more than glared at the culprits in question and muttered imprecations under her breath before snuggling down beneath her blanket again. She had only a few minutes to get comfortable again, to slow her thundering heart, before a very strange thing happened. The air above her shimmered and rippled slowly, the dark expanse of stars distorted slightly. There was a faint glint of... metal? Around the edges of this anomaly, and there in the middle of all the stars were two dots of mercurial blue. Then the stars rippled again, changing into something drastically different. Faerveren was there, clad in some ancient garb she did not recognize with the shadowy figures of others around her, a crowd cheering silently. Then Aduialeth around a table, maps laid out before her, again with other riders next to her. A shift. Blue sky, white clouds tearing by her, wind buffeting her as she flew--as they flew, the beast beneath her a mesmerizing reflection of the world around her. No place the same, no version of herself identical to the last save for one detail. A blue and white stone in the center of her forehead. She gasped when she felt the soft touch of the dragon's muzzle against her brow, a blooming, painless heat accompanying the pressure of it. Fae didn't need to reach up and feel the stone in order to know it was there but she did so nonetheless, her heart thundering once more in her chest as she sought to make some form of sense out of this. "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!" "But I don't..." Didn't she? She had her music, her career. Fae led a good life, and the last thing she wanted was a dragon. But even as she pushed herself upright, as Zadasiron sat down next to her, she was able to feel the weight of the dragon's memories. Hatchlings shouldn't have memories, not like this, but Zadasiron did. They were heavy and rich with age, treasured thoughts of a vast multitude of pasts together. "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..." "But..." "We each of us have a part to play in the times ahead, Aduialeth," There was a gentle sternness to her voice that brooked no argument, but also a sense of quiet patience. She knew it was going to take her rider some time to accept the inevitable (a bit of a trend, that). There was no doubt in her words, however, and whether Faerveren approved or wanted or not... "Your pocket seems to be buzzing, my dear." True enough, Fae was able to feel the phone in her sleep trousers pocket as it vibrated ceaslessly against her thigh. Undoubtedly it was her useless sod of a manager who had gotten her into this mess trying to figure out some way to fix things. He hadn't expected her to bond, and now that she had Fae could well imagine he was angrily instructing her to reject the bond or send the dragon elsewhere or something. Except you couldn't do that. Only death or a Titan were able to break a dragon's bond once it was formed. And now she had a dragon. Faerveren wasn't sure what to do, how to feel. She expected to be angry but mostly she was numb and shocked. It was... unreal, mostly in the way it felt so utterly familiar and comfortable to suddenly have Zadasiron in her thoughts in spite of Fae's own misgivings. That made it doubly impossible to ignore the hatchling's growing hunger, even though Zadasiron sat there patiently and waited for her rider to collect her thoughts. "Have we always been..." It was a stupid question, but it seemed so bizarre to consider lives that had come before this one, lives where she wasn't a singer but a general or a spy or a diplomat. Lives where she was a rider, always and without fail, and that somehow Zadasiron found her each and every time. "Since the first time when your spirit and mine walked the world in concordance with one another, we have been," Zadasiron answered patiently before she turned to offer a nod of thanks to a pair of hatching assistants. They seemed accustomed to bringing food for flabbergaster wyrmlings, setting before the Mirror dragon a wide array of food and drink both for herself and her rider. "Thank you, friends. You may ask Misuto, if you like. Her knowledge of such things is quite impressive." That prompted Zadasiron to give Misuto and Anviel a nod and a warm smile, gesturing for them to move closer if they wished. "It is good to see you again Misuto, Anviel. Have you eaten? You may partake of this bounty if you would like, there is more than enough for all of us here." |
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| Senaru | Mar 4 2017, 07:24 AM Post #108 |
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Omnicient Creator
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A silver lining 7-7:50AM It seemed shortly after dawn, most of the hatching had slowed down. After the hours through the night, the cloudy skies and rain pattering on the dome above seemed to have an almost lullaby effect on the wyrmlings still in their shells. Many rested, some continued to work at hard shells. Some were still a little too shy to come out just yet. A few were struggling, some noticeably, and some not so much. While Yggdrasil was resting, her ear close to her eggs, she was able to get a little sleep- or rather, a half sleep, for she was still aware of what was going on around her. She could hear the intricate carving scratching sounds of the Fate egg, and a quiet sereneness coming from the life egg, safely nestled inside its egg. This egg, she felt, was still taking its time, and there was no shame in it, so she did not sound any alarm yet. What she did hear, however, was something a bit odd in the last few minutes of the hour since she began hearing sounds. It wasn't a noise that particularly suggested stress, but it had been odd, like a gasp and a half cough. After a moment, there was an unnatural silence within the egg and the Life Titan became immediately worried. She tilted her head and peered at the egg, before partly rising up and taking the egg in one of her hands, moving it closer in front of her as she looked at it intensely. She was sensing with her element, feeling for life, and sensed stress and panic fading to indifference and clouding over. This, for Yggdrasil, was not at all what she wanted to find. She could not wait for Kirhok this time- Where was he anyway, still half buried in the sand after being run over by an egg?- So she lowered her muzzle to the egg and huffed, before her jaws opened, carefully sinking her forefangs into the shell as she turned it about the base, being quick but cautious. It was lucky she was in such a small form, as a titan she would not have been able to do this. As soon as pressure seemed to release in the egg, the shell itself was not so hard to break- for the Titan. For the soft hatchling inside, the shell itself had proven too difficult for her talons, as the shell was something akin to Mirror-metal. But it was not even this that had caused whatever to happen. As Ygg carefully tipped the egg to its side, and the liquids within poured out, the hatchling made no move for freedom, and Ygg had to further crack the egg to have enough space to gently slide the wyrmling out of the egg, where it lay on its side, its wet, dark gray and slate coat still. It was large for a hatchling, despite apparently having no tail, no wings, and no horns. It hardly looked like a dragon at all, but dragon it was. Yggdrasil wasted no time gawking though, and started licking the hatchling furiously from tail to head, ruffling the fur backwards as she worked to make it breathe, her breath huffing. She had no more energy to spare, but she had done this before and knew what she was doing. Eventually she gently lifted the limp hatchling and held it so its muzzle was downward, still licking, and even with her calm composure, those who knew her well could see the panic trickling into her. After what felt like a small eternity though, the wyrmling gave a cough, hacking up fluids from the egg that had somehow gushed into its lungs. Ygg set it back down and continued to lick at it, letting it breathe as she dried it off, holding it close as a mother cat might. The hatchling did not seem to mind this, though, and allowed it. She was taking in deep gaping breaths still, and seemed to need some kind of rest before really getting going. When she did find her own legs, she was dried off and clean, looking super downy and fluffy as a kitten, hopping her way innocently back to her egg, where her floating halos had rested until she came near, where they adjusted position and floated over her head. She stood there, still, and focused, her eyes glowing for a moment as she used her once only shaping-boon ability, which all Fates had, and could use once, to 'wish' themselves their floating plate armor and halos. The mirror-like starry egg began to break apart, shaping and changing into a myriad of wing like floating pieces, rings, rounded crystals and even pieces that looked like ribbons. It was the same look she wanted each time she hatched. The last pieces to appear were glowing orbs like the moons, comets and stars, settling for the moment on one bright moon and four sun-comets. She stood there a moment more, her little tail wriggling like a corgi's as she looked at the remnants of the shell, before willing it to almost liquify into something like a cloud of space, aurora and water all rolled into one. This floating substance lined up with a ring of crystals behind her tail, and it wove this way and that, responding to her wishes and motions as if she had a tail. Perfect. She began to move, softly padding along, her halo pointer and ring spinning this way and that, one point of the four glowing brighter than the others. This way, then? She thought, and trotted that way. While moving along, and quite suddenly, there was a strange echoing sound that rang out, startling her, and making her look up as thick clouds of darkness flew across the ceiling, looking like the blackest of storm clouds imaginable, roiling and covering up the light that had begun to shine through, even on this rainy morning, casting the complex again into deeper blackness than even the night sky had, for this darkness absorbed the light, keeping it as its own. The Fate dragon tipped her head up to watch this darkness, her thoughts puzzled. She let out a soft breath and willed the moon between her horns to cast its image high in the sky above, forming a large, but clearly not life size moon. It was full, and its lunar light shone all around, bathing the complex in a silvery blue light. She continued onward, undaunted by shadows, until she reached the line of candidates, peering at each of them in turn. She frowned, not seeing who she wanted, so she sat down, and focused. The light on her pointing halo condensed more into one side and tilted to a new direction, and she followed it, passing by candidates without hardly a glance then, until she stopped, and looked to her side, where the halo pointed. This one was hers. Without further delay, she pressed her muzzle against the Elf's chest, purring softly as their green-blue crystal formed, chest and chest, rooted to the soul. "Aletheia, there you are! I have been looking all over for you, though I suppose I'm a little late. I almost went on a mysterious adventure without you! But such an adventure beyond will have to wait til much, much later. You and I have important things to do in this world yet. I can see you don't remember me,....I'm Shiruba! The Moon Bearer! We'll guide the others to lands unknown!" [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here, on her chest Name: Shiruba Azodrasil Gender ♀ Parents: ♀ Life Titan Yggdrasil x Seraphic/Light Azodael Element: Fate/Lunar Personality: Adventurous, Courageous, Dependable, Mysterious Bonds to: Alethea {Void} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #1A356B} ![]() [/align] * * * What doesn't kill you makes you stronger The light in the complex was dim, almost watery, like seeing moonlight from under the sea. It was calming, really, though perhaps this calm was deceptive. High above, something roiled and raged, while something below simmered in its own misplaced anger. Not only had someone been so foolish as to try to touch his egg, when he had made it as unfriendly as possible, the person had managed to survive. Not even born and he had a vendetta to settle. Figures. It was a strange feeling, this. Usually, in the past, he felt he did not get so upset over not inflicting deadly blows, but why? Had this candidate really done something worth his wrath? Probably not. But did it really matter? He would hurt people regardless of if he meant to or not, why fight it? But this was not the only thing that annoyed him. The wyrmlings all spoke to one another within their eggs, and that was all well and good. He usually kept quiet, but one voice had been ringing out more often these days, annoyed by the thoughts of its caregiver. Being an ice/mental, a strong one at that, the wyrmling in the egg often spoke about the biting remarks of the one caring for it. She seemed like a kind wyrmling, and the thoughts she felt disturbed her. Assumptions, looking down on others. The Lava/Toxic wyrmling snorted to himself. She sounded kind enough, it moved him to want to help in some way. He retracted one of the large spines in the side of his egg and peeked out, one golden orange eye peering out into the faintly lit darkness. His nest was not so far away, he could see the bitter Ice dragon, a large target indeed. He began to mix his toxins, reaching deep within himself for the most ironic of compounds. Within his genes, he possessed an incredible array of elements, which while not surface ones he could actually use, he could use the breakdowns of them within his toxins. The needle he prepared now was the first one he'd tried of this caliber. He felt excited as he aimed, safe in the cover of darkness. With a small volcanic heave, the single spine flew like a precision arrow or dart. His aim was true- it would pierce the dragons hide and---....It swerved. He watched, jaws agape, as the dart moved from its intended path, its aim moved so slightly the degree changed enough to hit the icy egg instead. There was little time for him to feel, well, anything. The needle vaporized into ice crystals as soon as it struck, the toxin spreading irreversibly and fast, so fast it was hardly noticed. The toxin itself was designed for Ice dragons. It wasn't so simple as melting or overheating them, no, this was an ironic sort of weapon. It used ones own element against them, forcing the components in their own icy bodies to overproduce their freezing enzymes...And flash freeze into the hundreds below instantly. His ears folded as the sound of the egg cracking from sudden cold and imploding on itself, the ice egg simply breaking apart, the overfrozen hatchling inside hardly distinguishable from the rest of the ice shards now. Worse yet, with no evidence that it had been caused by an outside force, until it was proven the caretaker /hadn't/ flash frozen it, he was certain there would be trouble for her. Sometimes seeing ones own work was enough to make one feel...unsure about ones own path. The voice in his mind had ceased, and the other wyrmlings seemed to cry out. No one knew he'd done it, except perhaps Maha and the mental egg next to his, neither of which spoke up. The dart would not have killed the adult dragon. It would have been painful, hellishly so, but it would have only been to teach her a lesson for making that calm voice worry so much. But now it didn't matter, it was dead beyond hope and he was to blame. He knew he hadn't missed, so why had it moved? Had the other wyrmling done it? He didn't want to think about it, so instead, he chose to focus instead on retracting all of his spines, before pushing them out again in slightly different spots, effectively breaking the outer shell apart in a turbulent huff of smoke and molten fire. He had other things to do, anyway. He fanned his wings, looking around his nest. In this light, he seemed almost dark purple- In regular light, he'd be more of a firey orange-pink-gold. His scales could be smooth or pointed, at his whim, and he had vicious fangs overlapping his jaw. He looked as every bit as vicious as he felt on the surface, spines rippling over his form, his tail ending in a huge, thick needle and blade. Without looking around, he set off, heading for the rows of candidates. He was sneaky, movements calculated and low to the ground, almost snakelike, though his body shape didn't really fit the bill. He felt lucky when he found the person he wanted, lingering at the back of the group. Perfect! Someone as sneaky as him. He grew so excited at finding his bond he didn't really think entirely before he moved to bond, his tongue flicking out, striking the candidate in the eye, as most of his family tended to do. What sort of compulsion was it, anyway? Too late he realized his tongue had tiny needle-spined hooks at the end. Too late, even as the bond formed and the crystal grew in both their eyes, he could see the flesh burning, as if he'd droped a ball of molten lead onto styrofoam. For the second time that day, he watched as something he had some level of care for died. The elf hardly gave a scream she'd been in such agony, only a whispered gasp as the red hot, burning toxin shot straight into her brain, melting it like acid. She dropped dead moments later, and all he could do was back away slowly. It had been far enough in the back, few had seen, but they /had/ seen. Thanking whatever luck he possessed, they could see it was accidental, but it didn't stop him from feeling even more angry. The spines on his back rattled as he let out an illusion gas, letting him slip away. Hunger was burning in him now and he was only getting more agitated when he saw it. The mark he knew was a calling card upon a hand of a candidate. He'd done that. This was the one who had Dared! Suddenly his feelings of remorse buried themselves as he stalked less carefully in the half-light. He didn't even notice bumping into Rurik roughly as he passed by, lighting the young man's skin on 'fire' from the contact toxins. Not lethal, not even close to deadly. But one would wish they were dead from it, as it was quite beyond painful. There must have been some strange kind of luck in the following moments, because two things happened around the same time. The first was that a dragon holding up a light like a full moon in the 'night' of darkness had walked past him on her way to bond. He didn't care anything for her and kept moving. The other thing that happened was a certain attentive, paying attention hatching assistant noticed the by then drooling, predatory looking dragon as it stalked, looking very much as though it had decided that this person should die. Marcus was not so far away that he could not intervene, and that was exactly what happened as the dragon twisted around to whip its long tail around, the spines on it flared, on collision course with Selena. Several things happened in that moment. A mechanical arm was raised, a man threw himself in the way. The dragon's tail caught and stuck to the arm, the spines digging in but locking in place against gears, let alone the tiny reverse blades that made it hard for organic things to pull them out. He had the misfortune of having locked his more permanent spines in, and not the ones that came out so easily. As he became trapped, the wyrmling snarled and flailed like a mad creature, his wing whipping around and striking Selena, though not with the talons. As with Rurik, what she would feel was perhaps the most painful thing imaginable- But it was otherwise harmless. The feelings of loss and unfairness bled into Oknarel's mind as he snapped, his jaws opening wide, his forward motion fall over-correcting as he twisted around like a snake being grabbed insecurly by the tail and he bit, finding the thick flesh and bone of the mans leg. He crushed this, tearing the flesh to ribbons as he shook his head, worrying it like a dog with a bone. It is difficult to say what is lucky or unlucky in situations like these. What forces had dictated that this instance of time, Marcus' leg tore free, instead of hanging on by a thread, which was all it would have taken for the dragons venom, long since worked up to deadly levels from agitation and sudden fear of being trapped? Either way, the assistant would die soon, either by blood loss or venom. The torn leg was also useless for re-attachment, as it had blackened into a disgusting oozefest. A force sent the dragon flying, snapping the spine on his tail out- it would regrow later- though right then he skidded across the sand, feeling confused and disoriented as a barrage of sounds echoed in his mind, making him dizzy. "Nothing good happens to anyone near me...." He muttered to himself, standing up and flaring his wings. Maybe he would embrace the villain smoldering in his chest instead. He seemed suited to it. "They will learn to fear Oknarel, I will see to that..." That said, he twisted his tail around to peer at the damage. At least his tail wasn't broken. He scowled at the bat-like dragon that had struck him. He remembered. They went back, for as long as he remembered. Round and round, always thwarting one another. So to it began again. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here, shapes into his right eye. Name: Oknarel Mahasartella Gender ♂ Parents: ♀ Celestial Mahasarmasael x ♂ Acid/Toxic Mantella Element: Lava/Toxic Personality: Mastermind, Sneaky, Surprisingly Eloquent, Villain *with a sense of humor/lowkey Honor Bonds to: Unbonded {Heijale} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #DB4012} ![]() [/align] * * * The darkness had spread along the ceiling while, out of sight of everyone, a different egg hatched under cover of shadow. Far below, the weird, overly tall bearded Elf, Kirhok, was just getting up and walking back to his station when thick, heavy eggshell struck him, face-planting the man into the sand once more. A muffled groan was heard. The thing that hatched had stayed, its talons hooking to the stone, hanging upside down and watching. He was looking for his rider, though, from past experience, he didn't get his heart too set on it. Most always, his rider died, somehow. It was always different. But always heroic in some way. He hardly had had any lifetimes in which his rider survived, so picking them out in the crowd was difficult. It wasn't until he spotted, regrettably belatedly, Oknarel with his fangs thick into the flesh of a person that had stepped out to protect another candidate. This must be who he was looking for, wasn't it? But was he too late? He should have seen it coming! He let his talons unhook from the stone above and freefell, snapping his four wings open and shooting over the scene, firing off blasts of disorienting echoes as his wing cracked against the other dragon. Just touching him had caused pain in his wing but it was not an injection, he would survive...His rider, he was not so sure about. He landed after wheeling around, nuzzling Marcus' chest with a piteous sound. "Marcus, you can't die this time too! I'm here in time,...There must be something I can do. Chyropter is here..." He felt pathetic, but spotted a human and a tech dragon not far off. He felt like he knew that paladin looking beast. His eyes narrowed, thinking. An idea came to mind. "War! Can you fix this? The others, they spoke of one who fixed someones arm. Can you fix his leg? I can stop the bleeding but we need someone to heal the flesh and stop the pain..." He tried to take control of the situation, but it was hard to force down the chaos that was building in his heart. The monster in him wanted to flay Oknarel, right here and now. In past times, he may have. But this time the better choice was possible- they could save his rider, if they hurried. With his blood element, he began to force the blood to stay inside, holding it in place. He was not the best healer, but he could hold it this way until someone more skilled could come to help him... [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Chyropter Aeonimus Gender ♂ Parents: ♀ Air Aeon x ♂ Air/Sound/? Aterrimus Element: Dark/Bone/Blood Personality: Stealthy, Just, Understanding.| Can become violent in shifted form. Bonds to: Marcus? {Isra| Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #472800} ![]() [/align] |
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| Capricorn | Mar 4 2017, 09:54 AM Post #109 |
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Hatchling
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Tag: Faerveren/Zadasiron, Bolero (briefly); Marcus/Chyropter, Teagan/Warmestrange, etc Word Count: 2,007 Perhaps Misuto had once had the answers to the candidate's questions, but if she ever did, they were not with her now. She let the silence remain as she sat just off to the side and looked up at the stars. She stared with interest as the sky shifted and as the seraph song faded to silence, for a time. The wyrmling turned her head to her rider, her eyes soft and loving, without even a slight hint of judgement. Still, Misuto had been interested in Faerveren's answer to her question, and she kept casting occasional glances at the elf on the ground. And tell me, my dear Anviel, what is it that you see? This question was to her own rider this time, through the bond they shared once more. Anviel seemed surprised that the question had not been spoken aloud, even though she had very well known that such a thing was possible. Of course, the dragon she had known best before now was a Null who not quite skilled with telepathy, perhaps the reason for her surprise. What I see... She seemed to struggle the question. I don't know, Misuto. I don't know. It's beautiful. Misuto's attention was suddenly drawn away at the sound of the explosion, her head snapping in the direction of Terminus and Ciosa's nest. One dragon had appeared to have hatched, one dragon and what appeared to be a motorcycle. Misuto was just as confused as most the rest of those watching, although something was very vaguely familiar about the color and style. She frowned, running the memories she had through her mind. Nothing really seemed to fit, even when the motorcycle turned into a dragon, until finally it clicked. Of course! It finally clicked, and the frown turned to a grin. Yes, of course he would do that this time around... Although she had expected such, it was nice to see old friends and allies once more, different as they might look. Still, Misuto was somewhat frustrated that she was not able to recognize them immediately by their soul alone. Such a thing would be remedied before long, and Misuto was eternally patient, but that did not quite ease the sting. The feeling of being bonded to a dragon was still new to the, as familiar and right as it felt. Misuto's thoughts and words since hatching had been about something that Anviel did not quite understand, but the puzzle pieces were beginning to come together. Indeed, it was more likely than not that Anviel would have already figured out what was going on if it weren't for the fact that there was still some amount of denial. As much as she had always wanted to be a dragon rider, there was some part of her that, for some reason, wanted to reject that she had ever been in this position before, that Misuto had ever been anything but this beautiful, newly-hatched dragon that stood now upon the sands. And really, Misuto was quite fine with that. All in time. She noticed Bolero again, and this time, it didn't seem that the fire was quite so busy. Still, Misuto did not want to disturb her, even if she suspected that such an intrusion would not be unwelcome. Bolero! It is good to see you and the others again, The spirit offered, speaking into Bolero's mind from a distance. We should talk sometime. There is much to catch up on. She did not say more, however, as much as she might have liked to, because it was around then that another familiar face made herself known. She saw it as it happened, first the talons and then the entire wyrmling as she seemed to appear from almost nothing, reflecting the world around her. Misuto was pleasantly surprised to see that Zadasiron seemed to be coming in their direction, and even moreso when she touched her nose to Faerveren's head. Misuto had not realized that the elf on the ground was Zadasiron's, something she felt some amount of embarrassment about, but perhaps it made sense. Maybe that was why the spirit had felt the urge to speak to that specific candidate. The elf seemed very surprised for Zadasiron to approach her, and Misuto opted to keep her silence rather than welcome her old ally. If she shocked was or perhaps even in denial, as candidates occasionally were, Misuto did not want to interrupt. Anviel, in the meantime, was rather surprised herself. Faerveren almost seemed to be making attempts to protest Zadasiron's choice. While such a thing wasn't unheard of by any stretch of the imagination, after her comments about Nondir during the opening ceremonies, Anviel had suspected that Faerveren had some sort of political ambitions. That explanation checked all the boxes, after all: becoming a candidate, talking about Nondir, and so on. She didn't seem to be some sort of wealthy person with an ambitious plot and grand intentions. In fact, Anviel thought, she seemed to be reacting to a dragon almost like everyone else would. Perhaps bonding to a dragon was one of the world's great equalizers. Anviel was snapped out of her thoughts when the hatching attendants arrived with food for the newly-hatched wyrmling. She moved forward to assist them in setting down the food and drink, using her water element to keep the refreshments in their containers. Misuto didn't move closer so as to avoid knocking anything over, and might've helped as well if she had a humanoid form. As soon as the food had been placed, Anviel slipped back next to Misuto, leaning against her shoulder and touching her hands to the wyrmling's dragonglass skin. Finally, Zadasiron seemed satisfied with what she had explained to her rider, and turned to acknowledge Anviel and Misuto. The spirit gave a nod and a warm smile back, and rose from her sitting position to take a few steps closer. Anviel moved forward as well, but hung back with less confidence than her bonded, who was beginning to speak. "You flatter me," Misuto said, with a bit of a playfulness to her words. "It is wonderful to see you again, Zadasiron. I ate a few hours ago, although I have not had the chance to drink yet. Just a moment and I will be happy to share what I know, if you would be so kind." The wyrmling nudged her rider first with a wing and then with her muzzle, an innocent amusement to her actions. You're still hungry, Anviel. Come on, you should eat just a little bit more. Anviel and Misuto's eyes met for a moment, and Anviel walked around the food with some amount of reluctance, taking a seat on the ground next to Faerveren. She took a small piece of fruit from the array of food and leaned forward, using her magic to draw up some water to wash it with. "Hey," Anviel extended her free hand, although she was clearly a bit nervous to talk. "Nice to meet you. I'm Anviel. It's Faerveren, isn't it, or..." She had to search for a moment to recall what the dragon had called her. "Aduialeth? Pretty interesting day, yeah?" That might've been a bit of an understatement considering how the hatching had played out so far, but it was a place to start. Meanwhile, Misuto had dipped her snout to drink from a basin of water, holding it there for a long time until she finally raised her head and took a deep breath. A few remaining droplets remained for a moment, before they were evaporated by a light, conjured breeze. She took note of a few other hatchings that happened in this time: most notably, the ancient Seraphic that selected a rider from the stands. Although it was an honor for such a being to grace the world with her presence, Misuto couldn't help but be concerned to see that she came from Yggdrasil's nest. What had been done for a wyrmling of such size to be born? Finally, Misuto seemed satisfied with what she had seen. She took a spot in front of Zadasiron and the two elves. The mirror had seemed to suggest, that Misuto could explain more about exactly how they had come to live again, something that she was more than happy to do. She decided to begin without any direct question, although the topic was so broad, they would've been appreciated regardless. "There is the life of the body," Misuto gestured to herself with her front talons, to her legs and tail and all the dark parts of her body. Suddenly, from the crystal within her chest, tendrils of light began to extend rapidly through her body, until her entire body was no longer dark at all, but instead a brilliant, glowing white. "And there is the life of the soul," she continued. "When the body dies, the-" Misuto's words broke off suddenly as she spun around to see the chaos that had broken out elsewhere in the hatching complex. She had reacted to the screams of nearby candidates as the wyrmling melted his bonded, and although she had not seen exactly what happened, she was still concerned. There was another commotion not long after, and already looking that way, Misuto could easily spot the altercation between the hatching assistant and the poisonous wyrmling. She was too far away to intervene, and could only stare with a subdued horror as the torn leg melted away into nothingness. Then, as the bat dragon dropped down onto the scene, Misuto was hit with a feeling of deja vu. Stay away, don't touch me, she warned her rider. Suddenly, mist formed around her, and Misuto seemed to melt into it. There was not a shadowy figure within, as there had been after hatching, there simply seemed to be nothing there. There was freedom, for a moment, as Misuto was one with the air and sky. Then, she seemed to pull herself together again, quite literally appearing from thin air above Chyropter and the injured hatching assistant. Her wings extended slowly, after she was already floating, and she simply watched from a distance. She was absolutely calm and collected despite what was happening, perhaps the epitome of keeping calm under pressure. Still, at the moment, anyways, Misuto made no move to go forward and help. Perhaps, if the others remembered her, they would know why she was here. Her skill in healing the physical body was not particularly strong- no, her true gifts were with what she could do with the soul. Although she had never tried mere hours after hatching, in past lives, she had called back souls to their bodies, provided they had not passed on. If the worst came to pass, at the very least, perhaps she could help the soul be at peace, if not bring him back. Provided that she did not drag the soul back with force, such a thing should be relatively safe. Someone else just had to heal the body. She did not dare let the others know that she was there mostly because of the potential worst case scenario, although it wouldn't be particularly outlandish if one of them correctly assumed such. After a moment of thought, Misuto settled on the ground just a little ways away, her body still ghostly white. Perhaps there was a way she could help. Carefully, she stepped over to the human, taking care so as to not get in the way, and placed a taloned palm onto one of his shoulders. Misuto shut her eyes and beseeched an old, familiar spirit for their aid, one that she could sense within the hatchery. There was no guarantee that they would answer, but if so, it would ease the pain or perhaps any fear that may exist, if nothing else. Having made the physical contact she needed, Misuto stepped back and slipped into an incorporeal state so as to not get in the way of further help, her body shimmering and becoming even more transparent than it was before. Still, she was watching everyone else intently, and she was happy to assist if anything else needed to be done, especially if someone asked her to. |
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| Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto | Weather/Ice Venria | Crystal/Earth Prince Chalcedon | Fire/Viral Xensuneos | Half-Dragon Eiadris Tellecosta | [slot] | [slot] | [slot] Capricorn's Inventory | |
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| Thalron | Mar 5 2017, 04:11 AM Post #110 |
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Shockingly Shocking
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Sonnuk Tag: Venria WC: 734 To tell the truth, Sonnuk hadn't chosen to use Venria as a perch out of pure coincidence, he'd 'heard' about her just as the other eggs had as she wandered the place. There were a lot of mixed feelings and reactions to the ice, but he figured there had to be some sort of kindness in there if she honestly wanted to help the eggs out, maybe it just needed some help to come out. Or some friends. He got the distinct feeling she lacked many of those, though that was mostly a guess, there was a chance someone out there enjoyed this particular creatures personality. It probably looked like a kid, if it did indeed exist. It felt almost like he was vibrating at times, a constant simmering of motion even as he stood there, as if he were shifting his weight from one foot to the other rapidly, he even seemed to sort of sway back and forth a little bit. His feet were already feeling better though. "I always considered myself more radical than cute, but I'll take what I can get!" His voice was an odd mix of sarcasm and sincerity, or perhaps that was just how he always sounded. He stretched out a bit, twisting his body one way, and then the other so she could get a good look at him after she called him interesting, as if showing off. "Groovy, you're one cool lady." He seemed to contemplate that. "In all meanings of the word!" He winked, then continued with the introductions. "I'm Sonnuk Ahtisio. Fastest thing on two feet, I'd probably be the fastest on four too, but I'd hurt my back trying to do that." He demonstrated the fact that he couldn't effectively go to all fours, by bending down and itching at a bit of her muzzle in front of him. He stood upright in a flash again as his shirt was offered back to him, but he sort of waved it off. "Nah, it's a hassle to carry, you can just toss it down somewhere and I'll grab it on the way out." He momentarily paused when the snowfall began, then seemed to blur out again, darting all over the older dragons head and muzzle before skidding to a stop more or less where he had been, with a small snowman built upon her snout... Carrot, and button eyes included. "Those candidates are tooo slow!" What wasn't, was a good question. His stomach growled audibly as he turned away from the ice dragon to look over the sands again, spotting Yggdrassil having trouble with one of her eggs... It didn't look like it was going to make it for a long while, but eventually the... Whatever it was, got up and started moving about. He let out a sigh of relief and spun back around to look at Venria in case she had managed to formulate, and then begin speaking words in that time. She didn't languish over unnecessary words, complex language, or such so much as some of the other things he'd felt and heard did, which was a small relief to the hyperactive dragon. "That one sounded nice it's a good thing it didn't-" he stopped as he spotted the ice egg a little ways from them begin to... do something... At first he thought it was hatching in an explosive manner, but that did not appear to be the case as it simply shattered and crumbled into a mass of ice and dragon bits. He just stood there with his mouth open, staring, he'd heard it talking not even... However long ago it was! His mouth and throat felt dry as he swallowed a few times, then rubbed his eyes and stared more fiercely at the broken egg. For a moment the world had seemed to hold more still for him than it usually did, but in the aftermath sounds and movement returned more than before. "...Dang." That was about as close to swearing as he was likely to get. It was still a bit rough for him imagining losing a 'friend' before they had even gotten to meet face to face. Not that they'd really been friends, but he was totally planning becoming friends later. He was thankfully, somewhat oblivious to the OTHER deaths and disturbances now happening some place behind him and off among the sands. |
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| Silver | Mar 5 2017, 04:43 AM Post #111 |
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Aloran to Vee Word Count: 508 What was it, indeed? He couldn't quite explain it himself. He was uneasy for several reasons, and no less because of the hatching of an obviously ancient dragon. Coincidence, perhaps. Or, did the dragon know something they didn't? He snapped his tail before he allowed it to settle, forced himself to take a deep breath. It was unlike him to be so obvious with his emotions, nor for him to get sucked into reacting without first thinking. "I am uncertain," He answered her after a few moments, soft and quiet to allow himself more time to think. How did he begin to explain? He simply had a feeling about this, and while his feelings weren't automatically right, they were certainly reliable. Something was imminent. and he worried that they were all going to be swept up within it whether they wished it or not. He finally glanced back at her. "I'm worried," He said simply, as if that could contain all the half-formed ideas floating around his head. "I cannot shake the feeling that something--" He trailed off as his attention returned to the Hatching. Following the seraphic's arrival were several others. He watched anxiously as Yggdrassil (was she alright?) proceeded to struggle with reviving one of her young. With that tragedy ultimately averted, another took place: The hiss, shatter and crack of a destroyed ice egg made him jump. He half-reared, ears back and defensive as one of the young dragons stalked their way. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He hadn't heard much of dragons becoming violent as they were born, only that "accidents" happened due to the young not understanding their own powers. From where he stood with the rest of the Candidates, it was difficult to see what had exactly transpired, but two things were for certain: A Hatchling had died, a Candidate had died, and a newly bonded rider appeared to be next on the list. He shifted to stand directly in front of Vee, one front hoof striking out in front of him. He could be dangerous, when he wished. And while he revered dragons and respected their power, he wouldn't allow one to hurt the people (many of them near children) who remained with the Candidates. "This is the start of something," He finally finished his thought as he looked back at her, expression drawn and serious. His normally serene and intelligent gaze was hardened by narrowed eyes. "There is bloodshed on the horizon," He informed her softly. "Mark my words." He'd been at the Touching, of course. He knew that one egg in particular had yet to hatch, and his eyes were fixed on the towering Seraphic egg. What would happen when such a soul was set loose? Were these other dragons sent here with some purpose, to dissuade whatever was inside? If these, who seemed at best neutral when in the egg (he hadn't, admittedly, seen what transpired with Serena), what would happen when a dragon who had killed before was among them? |
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| Silver | Mar 5 2017, 06:02 AM Post #112 |
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Lysander and Ambrosolariel to Marcus, Warmestrange and Teagan, New Wyrmlings Word Count: 1,053 The hatching area had turned light about an hour ago, and Lysander's vision was dazzled. It had nothing to do with the light, of course, and more to do with the wyrmling who stood before him, serene as she allowed him to stroke her face. She was in no rush, after all, and this took precedence. Lysander wasn't so distracted by her that he failed to notice that Vicarous had left, however. Why? Ashamed, perhaps? Regardless, Lysander made a mental note to seek him out later. A gift was still a gift, and he was certain he knew where this one came from. Why the Emperor had chosen to give it to him. however, was a mystery. Why? Some questions don't need to be asked, Ambrosolariel offered. Be content that it was given to you for the moment. When the time comes to seek him out, I will go with you. There was no leniency in her voice, gentle though it was. Lysander was a good soul, and a soft one. Even though she had never met Vicarous, his aura lingered in the air like sour smog. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this was a man who had done very wicked things. She was forgiveness personified, but that did not mean she was foolish. A person like Vicarous was like a trapped animal, and he would lash out at whatever threatened him. She would not allow Lysander to be on the receiving end of his violence. "I'd like you to be there, " Lysander admitted. Truly, he couldn't think of going anywhere without her for the moment. A raucous below distracted him from her, nad they turned their heads in unison to watch Yggdrasil struggle with an egg. He gasped softly and moved to the railing, hands braced upon it. He could feel Daisy at his legs, worried, her tail wagging against his calves. Dragons above, but she looked so weak. He wanted to go down, to help her; But what could he do? He couldn't tear open a dragon shell, or lift the hatchling to help it. He turned to look anxiously at Ambrosolariel. Yggdrasil would be crushed if her eggs didn't hatch. She'd poured so much love into them, that she--! It's going to be alright, Lysander. Ambros assured him with a gentle touch of her muzzle to his ear. She's a mother, and she knows what it needs. Look, She assured him, and then uttered a soft trill of joy as she watched her nest sister stir. You see? She's going to be alright. The Hatchling, she was sure, would go on to thrive. Yggdrasil, however, looked exhausted and spent. She sprawled more than she laid across the sands, and she knew that Lysander noticed. She hid her worry quickly. There was no need to get Lysander upset, and especially not when this Hatching had plenty of things to get upset about. She could sense the life force of a Hatchling flicker somewhere on the sands. She extended her head, feathers softly rustling a she sought out the source. An ice egg, utterly destroyed, the hatchling inside broken to pieces. Even if she was grown, there would have been little she could do. Life dragons were sometimes able to pull the dead back to their bodies, but to what sort of body would this hatchling return to? She slumped slightly. "Ambrosolariel," Lysander spoke up softly, as if afraid to address her. He pointed across the sand to where one of the attendants appeared to be mauled by a newly hatched dragon. The beast detached itself, but even from their distance Lysander could see that there was blood. The seraph noticed it too, and stepped up to the edge of the seating area to judge the distance. At her size, she was more than capable of carrying Lysander's slight weight down to the grounds with her. She lowered her neck. Come with me. She quietly instructed. She easily sensed his hesitancy, and went on to offer further instruction. Stand on a chair if you need a boost, and swing a leg over my neck. I won't allow you to fall. She promised. She knew he was uncomfortable, and deeply regretted their first flight had to be under such circumstances. But that man needed her help, and Lysander was not yet strong enough to run down to the sands by himself. This would have to do. His hands shook as he nervously grasped at her feathers and managed to pull himself aboard. She straightened, and lightly kicked off before he could offer any protest. Lysander uttered a shriek of surprise and fear as she launched herself, but he managed to keep himself upright. She crooned an apology to him as she glided down to where Marcus and his newly bonded dragon were sprawled on the sand. Her great wings buffeted the air as she landed and lightly, carefully, set her passenger down onto the ground. Lysander's legs shook, and he remained upright only by clutching hard at one of her front legs. Hello, Chyropter. Please don't be alarmed. I can help him, if you'll allow me. He needs healing. She addressed the worried wyrmling first, before she tilted her head down to look at Marcus. She wove her head anxiously above him as she assessed his injuries. She would be able to ease his pain, but she could not make the limb regrow. For that they would need-- Warmestrange, She called out after casting a quick glance around the Wyrmlings and their bonded gathered nearby. Would you and your bonded please assist us? We could use your help. She turned her attention back to Marcus, and her voice softened. My name is Ambrosolariel. I'm going to help you, but you must try to remain calm and still. I know it must hurt, but I'll ease it as best as I can. "She's a good dragon," Lysander offered softly in reply, voice tender. "She'll be able to help. Ah-- Excuse me!" He turned to address the others nearby, voice nervous. "Ah, hello! I think we could use some water over here, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. And-- Perhaps a blanket." 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| Heijale | Mar 5 2017, 07:22 PM Post #113 |
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[align=center]Candidate Vee Tag: Aloran (Word Count: 677)[/align] Things were suddenly going by much quicker, and more violently, than they had before. It was now starting to go the way that they had been taught it could go through their candidacy. She wished she could say that she wasn't surprised by the events, but she was. Things had been going very smoothly, and then suddenly... chaos. She was away from most of the action, luckily, and honestly, she could thank Aloran for that. After the destruction of the Ice egg, the death of a candidate (which caused Vee to gasp and take an involuntary step back), and the attack on the newly bonded young man, the centaur had put himself in front of her, and she was just as happy to allow him to do so. She shifted closer to him, retracting that step she had taken backwards, and peered out from behind him. One wouldn't necessarily say that she was hiding behind him, but she wasn't going to fight it if he would rather put himself in danger first. Of course, if anything happened, she would jump into the fray right after him; she wasn't going to just sit by if there was potential for him to be harmed simply for protecting her, but she also wasn't going to call him out on the action, either. She felt that he was just that kind of gentleman; that no matter who had been beside him, he would try and protect him from the danger that seemed to be the new red hatchling. And she felt that telling him that she didn't need protection (though who was she to say that she didn't? She certainly couldn't take on a dragon, hatchling or no, by herself) was an insult to his very character. She stared at him for a moment as he voiced his misgivings, then swallowed hard, her gaze going back to the gaggle of people and dragons surrounding the injured young man and the bat-like dragon. She didn't want to admit that Aloran was right, but deep down, she knew he was. There was something in the air, something so thick you could almost get stuck in it. It felt foreboding, and that's how she knew he was right. There was no shaking the feeling off, or pretending that it was anxiety from the other candidates making her feel things. No, this was real, something was definitely happening. Of course it was, this was a war. Being a dragonrider wasn't something that was just for fun. It was a military rank, one that came with consequences. Sometimes, that consequence was death. And as in anything involving war, sometimes those deaths were what were considered civilian casualties. It was sad, and unfair, but so was everything that was involved with war. She felt for that ice hatchling that would never be, and the candidate that had died at the red dragon's touch. She felt awful for the lad with a good chunk of his leg missing, but she wasn't going to let her emotions concerning the situation turn her into a fearful child. She couldn't do that on a battlefield, she wouldn't do that when she finally faced her family's killer, and she wouldn't do it now. Balling her fists, she moved around Aloran to stand at his side. She held her head high and continued watching the whole hatching grounds, mentally preparing in case the hatchling decided to come their way again. Or in case she needed to spring into any kind of action. She still had the feeling that she wasn't going to bond this time around, so she let any hope of that pass and instead focused on keeping herself, and Aloran safe. He may have been bigger, and possibly much stronger, than her, but that didn't mean she couldn't be a second set of eyes for him. That much she could at least do, even if it meant she wasn't able to take photos like she wanted to. She would gladly let her passion and art suffer to keep herself and her dear friend safe. [align=center]Wyrmling Oknarel Tag: Mentions of Marcus, Chyroptor & Selena[/align] Keeping to the shadows, he could see the action surrounding the individual he'd attacked. It hadn't been hard to sneak off, once everyone's attention was off of him and on the crippled one. And though he was eye-catching, in the way of his colors, he melded into the shadows rather easily. And really, there was no better place for someone such as himself, someone so prone to hurting others, than in the shadows. Besides, there was no better place to observe and learn the weaknesses of others. Not that he was focusing on many of these "others". There were two on his mind currently: The one he'd branded and the bat. Always that one, it seemed. He thrashed his damaged tail subconsciously just thinking about Chyroptor. No matter how many times they'd been forced together, things always turned out the same: His rider hardly ever survived, and neither did the bat's. Nothing appeared different this time around. His girl was already dead, by his hand, so to speak, and Chyroptor's was on his way out. And so it would repeat itself again, as it had numerous times before. He bored quickly of watching the rescue mission and instead turned his attention to the Branded One. That One he couldn't let get away with what she'd done. She would pay. He would make certain of that. But how, was the real question. He'd been hot-headed before, and that's what had caused this whole ordeal; he could see that now. No, he had to think, to really plan, on how to deal with that one. And luckily, she wouldn't be getting away. That brand was not going anywhere any time soon, and so he could bide his time and plan. A dark part of him wanted to just get it over with now, but no. This was too public a place for such a thing. It was bad enough he'd had witnesses to his girl's death. Worst still that nearly everyone had seen what had happened with Chyroptor's now-crippled rider. Not that it had been his fault..! It had been an accident and he hadn't meant to hurt the annoyance, but it had still happened, as usual, and everyone had seen it. No, when he took care of That One, it would be where no eyes could see... |
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| Isra | Mar 6 2017, 03:06 PM Post #114 |
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Marcus just came out to have a good time and honestly he's feeling so attacked right now; tag Teagan/War, Selena/Taika, Misuto, Lysander/Ambrosolariel (1,776 words) Marcus tossed back his head with a laugh at the not-quite threat. He too had not forgotten the incident at the opening ceremonies, where Agrius had clambered into his lap and nearly crushed a few of his more delicate bits. His smile faded slightly as he began to wander away, giving Teagan and her new bonded some time to adjust while he pondered the playful non-threat. Rock or brass balls, hm? Well, Earth dragons were formidable creatures, and he certainly wasn't going to say no to a Metal. He already had Agrius, so a Metal dragon would be perfectly complimentary to the Tragendire's own abilities. Wishful musings aside, there was a faint knot starting to grow in the center of his torso along with the budding certainty that he was once again going to be left behind. Maybe he was just too old. Maybe, though he cringed to think of it, his dragon had been waiting for him in one of the hatchings in Nondir he'd shunned so righteously. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. He pushed the thought away as soon as it crossed his mind. Marcus didn't approve of other having such a defeatist attitude, and he certainly wasn't going to tolerate it in himself. Either he was going to bond or he wasn't, but the last thing he was going to do was sit around and feel sorry for himself about it. At the very least there was a job to be done before he kicked back a few drinks and debated the wisdom of continuing this particular course of action, and he was damn sure going to do it. There were still eggs hatching, still candidates to keep an eye on-- "Oh hell yes." And delicious, delicious pulled pork, apparently. Marcus accepted the peace offering without hesitation and dug in with gusto, an appreciative sound somehow finding its way out of his mouth around the large bite of food. There was pulled pork and then there was divinity, and this was damn sure close to the second one. "Fuck me," he said with a nod of appreciation toward Selena and Taika. "If I don't then I'm gonna see you for a pick me up." Sandwich in hand, Marcus wandered off with a wave. He had a job to do and the group around Teagan seemed to be doing just fine with their newly bonded dragons. There were other candidates to keep an eye on, and other eggs as well. Besides, if there was a dragon here for him, Marcus didn't want to confuse it by being so near to so many other new hatchlings. Better to watch, to wait, and intervene only as was necessary. When the sandwich was gone he found himself craving a good beer, but that was going to have to wait. Thus far, the hatching was running much more smoothly than the touching had, but Marcus should have known it wasn't going to last. There were too many potentially volatile components involved for everything to go off without a hitch. The first sign that things were about to go terribly, horribly wrong was the sudden implosion of one of the dragon eggs. Marcus could but watch as it flash-froze and crumbled. Sure, sometimes things went wrong, but what had caused this? Had the wyrmling within attempted to freeze its shell in order to escape? Other attendants were gathering on the scene so he stayed where he was. Then there was screaming. Marcus whirled around to see where a crowd of candidates was scattering, more assistants converging on the now vacant spot. Very briefly he caught a glimpse of someone laying on the ground, twitching spasmodically. Were they having a siezure? It was impossible to tell from where he stood, but judging from the faces of those around the fallen person, the end results were anything but good. And then he saw it in the full light of Shiruba's moon; a slinking, reptilian looking creature. A hatchling, one that bore a strong resemblance to an egg he remembered all too well. Shit--he should have known nothing good was going to come from Mantella and Mahasarmasael's brood! The dragon was prowling toward a certain group of newly bonded wyrmlings with all the intent focus of a rabid dog. Selena was in that group. Selena, who had touched the egg this dragon came from and somehow survived. Apparently for this hatchling, that was simply unacceptable. Marcus did not think. He bolted back the way he'd wandered from not so long ago, ducking past Teagan and nearly shouldering Selena out of the way before throwing up an arm to catch the wicked looking tail flying toward his face. There was an ear-piercing schink-screech of pierced metal as Oknarel's spines penetraded the reinforced shell of his cybernetic arm. Marcus registered a momentary flash of pain before sensory input from the limb automatically shut down--and then the entire limb itself went dead, gears and servos grinding to a halt and turning it into little more than a fancy, high-tech anchor that suddenly had him glued to a very angry dragon's backside. He raised his left hand to try and pry the trapped arm away, which was maybe the only thing that kept it from being bitten off as well as Oknarel suddenly whipped around and grabbed ahold of his left leg. There was no pain at first, only pressure. Marcus knew that it should hurt, that it was going to hurt later, but at that singular moment there was simply the vise-like clamp of jaws around his thigh. Similarly, Marcus was aware that his femur was crushed like a twig not because he heard it (though anyone who had the misfortune of standing nearby would likely catch the sickening, wet crack of snapping bone beneath muscle) but because he felt the crunch-grind of it giving way like a shock through his whole body. Then he was no longer on his feet and instead was being shaken back and forth like a chew toy, his hip popping free of its socket and his cybernetic arm nearly yanked from his shoulder by the force of it. And then he was flying. It seemed both long hours and brief seconds that he sailed through the air, before his back hit the ground and suddenly made him very aware of every single hurt he was now experiencing. Fire shot through his veins as Marcus gasped in a breath, instinct and training driving him to sit up and see how badly his leg was damaged--except there was no leg. There was only tattered flesh with jagged splinters of bone and so much blood, a spattered trail of it leading roughly back to where the remnants of his missing leg were even now melting into an odious puddle. His heart was thundering in his ears and Marcus was vaguely aware that the other sound he was hearing was his own screaming as he reached down to try and stanch the pulsing outpour of blood that shot from his severed limb. For a brief moment he stared without comprehension at his useless right arm before pushing his left hand hard down against the meat of his thigh, trying to compress his femoral artery enough that there might be some slim chance of receiving medical assistance before he bled to death. Then there was a fluffy head nuzzling at his chest, golden eyes wide with fear as they looked up at him. Marcus didn't feel the crystal form on his chest but he was suddenly, acutely aware of the otherness in his mind, a bitter fear of familiar loss threatening what little coherence he currently retained. "Marcus, you can't die this time too! I'm here in time..." A voice spoke to him, piercing the veil of pain and shock that was numbing his senses. "There must be something I can do. Chyropter is here..." "Chy... Chyropter?" He knew that name somehow, but all Marcus was able to think was how sorry he was that Chyropter had bonded to a dying man. Another piteous sound broke from Chyropter's throat at that errant thought, faint whisps of shadow beginning to leak from beneath his fluffed fur. "War! Can you fix this? The others, they spoke of one who fixed someone's arm. Can you fix his leg? I can stop the bleeding but we need someone to heal the flesh and stop the pain..." The bleeding stopped suddenly, and for that Marcus was grateful. He wasn't able to maintain the pressure necessary to keep himself from bleeding out any longer, and slowly he collapsed back against the ground. He still hurt but the pain was distant now, cold chills fighting back and forth with the burning fire of Oknarel's venom in a way that was nauseating and left him dizzy. Everything above him was fuzzy around the edges, and when Misuto approached him she looked unnaturally bright to his eyes. She was more distinct to him than anything else he was able to see, for some reason. Her presence unsettled Chyropter, who gave a low warning growl that melted into a series of worried, throaty clicks. Misuto might be able to help, but she might also be there just to make sure Marcus' soul went where it needed to go when he passed. An admirable task, to be sure, but not something that Chyropter was ready to concede just yet. Ambrosolariel's approach was met with only slightly less trepidation; she could heal Marcus, yes, but she was also a Seraph. Was she also here to make sure that Marcus' soul reached Paradise? "Help him, save him!" he pleaded, the shadows leaking from his body intensifying as his fear grew. The clicking noises in his throat grew louder and more rapid, a series of sonic pings that might disturb the more sensitive Sound or Tech dragons around but that also gave him an unparalleled knowledge of who was located where, his ears flipping back and forth rapidly to catch the returning echoes. "Please! I always lose him, I'm always too late, but I'm not this time! You have to save him, please..." "S'okay Chyropter," Marcus slurred, and his arm felt so heavy as he lifted it to curl his fingers in the dragon's soft fur. His skin was pale, a sheen of sweat covering his face, and while everything still hurt the pain still seemed distant, somehow not a part of himself. Ambrosolariel was so beautiful above him and she brought with her an aura of peace, of safety. 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| Capricorn | Mar 6 2017, 06:51 PM Post #115 |
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Weather/Ice Venria Tag: Sonnuk, dead ice egg oh no Word Count: 1,106 Venria found Sonnuk to be amusing, perhaps even charming. She let his shirt flutter back down to the ground, on the side opposite that where the ice egg was laying, and fixed her eyes on the small creature. At this point, the ice dragon was not curled particularly tightly around her charge, with mostly her tail and part of her rear haunches keeping it cold, her attention mostly on the Sonic/Lightning wyrmling. He was a bit strange, but Venria couldn't help but feel some amount of affection for the little dragon. She watched with some amount of wonder as he became almost a blur, and as a snowman appeared on her snout. "Did... Did you do that?" It was a stupid question and Venria knew it, the words spilling from her mouth as if she were an idiot. "Aww, you're such a talented little dear. Your parents must be proud." Venria felt the disturbance in the ice egg before she saw it. Beginning to hatch, perhaps? But no, the next few moments seemed to make that evident as the egg exploded into pieces, the wyrmling inside unidentifiable. A few shards of the egg landed in her haunches, and she let out a roar of pain before she had really realized what had happened. After the sting eased, she turned swiftly to see what had happened- not nearly at the speed that Sonnuk could move, of course, and perhaps this speed along with Venria's size would permit the wyrmling to hold on. Beholding the frozen egg, Venria would've felt her blood run cold, if it weren't for the fact that her entire body was pretty much freezing already. There was hardly any time to mourn. What had happened? Could it- The thought was dismissed immediately. Venria had no idea what had happened, but whatever it had been, it was not her. That she knew for a fact. She was not so reckless, she had a very good amount of control of her powers, and for the love of the Celestial, she would've noticed if she was freezing herself to such a low temperature as to flash freeze the egg to death. She felt sorrow for the egg, for the wyrmling inside she had cared for and talked to and perhaps even wished for her own. But at the moment, that wasn't Venria's most pressing problem. There were shouts and Venria could hear footsteps running towards her, and she realized, with horror, that nobody else could tell that she hadn't. Nobody was going to assume that the egg had somehow managed to kill itself, and Venria already had a very poor track record, from her own hatching to what she had been doing with candidates since she arrived in Aesulla. They were going to assume that she had done this- there were no other ice dragons in the area, after all, there was no other explanation. So what had happened? "Venria!" One of the hatching attendants that had rushed onto the scene was was familiar, a man that had helped Venria when she first arrived at the hatching complex. "You- why- you..." A tech was landing now, with several letters flashing across one of its screens, raising a limb that transitioned into a gun. Or, well, it looked like a gun, at a glance, Venria wasn't really thinking clearly enough to process. It didn't take too much else for an idea of what was going on to form in her head, accurate or not. Suddenly, another dragon stepped into a mix- a grey owl dragon, the Air/Mental that was the ice egg's mother. She looked somber, not her in her typical warm, amused mood. And who could blame her. She stepped in front of the tech, and her voice was shaky, speaking slowly and stammering. "I-I am the egg's mother, Aianasche Veyasklir," she spoke slowly. "I am a mental, an air and mental... I don't think it was her. I don't think th-the hatching attendant did it. I can hear her thoughts and she is confused..." Whatever credibility that the egg's mother may have given her, it was completely lost on Venria. She had realized, at that point, that perhaps she did have some amount of leverage to use until they all realized that she was innocent. From how small he was and how quickly he could move, Venria wasn't sure if he was even still there, but maybe Sonnuk was still on her body or snout, somewhere. Suddenly, the surrounding winds began to pick up in the corner of the hatchery where Venria was. She was lucky that they had not known she was a weather just by looking at her, unless one of them knew her well enough to have figured out such a thing. It seemed like none of them had, however, because the sudden change in weather was not blamed on Venria right away. Then she stepped off of the platform, her wings quickly catching her, and she moved herself backwards in the air, hovering in place after a moment. Very quickly, the biting winds had picked up and particles of ice had begun blowing around on the platform nest where the tech dragon and other hatching assistants were. It was a very small, localized blizzard, encompassing mostly the platform nest and some of the surrounding areas, not affecting much of the hatchery at all. Still, it was very harsh, seeing as she was able to concentrate so much of her elemental power in one area, and would work for its intended purpose- to cloak Venria from their sight. She was, however, completely visible to most of the stands and to the candidates on the sands. "I have a wyrmling! His name is Sonnuk Ahtisio!" Venria screeched, still hovering away from the platform, although she was not entirely sure if he was actually still there at all. It was very clear at this point that she was not in the right state of mind, not quite able to think straight, and perhaps that might've supported her case if she hadn't summoned a blizzard onto the hatching attendants that had come to talk to her. "He is my witness! WITNESS!" Perhaps hostage might've been more in line with what she was actually attempting to do- she was hoping that Sonnuk was not born capable of flight, and that he would be stuck clinging to her. However, if he wasn't actually on her (or even if he was), "witness" would probably look better after this was all over. It wasn't entirely incorrect, either- he had been right there, and might at least be able to attest to what had happened. Venria, unfortunately, hadn't thought everything through enough to realize that attempting to take a wyrmling hostage would likely do the opposite of help her case. |
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| Senaru | Mar 7 2017, 06:43 PM Post #116 |
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Omnicient Creator
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A song of the sea 8:00AM While all hell was breaking loose, both for the candidates as well as apparently around an ice dragon, some other things seemed to be going on that was out of the ordinary. A pair of Time dragons had flown in from somewhere off to the side and landed on either side of a reflective pool of water near the Crystal Titan's nest. This pond was deep, the bottom and sides made of a mirrorlike material, reflecting and resonating. Between them, they held an object that looked similar but different from those that had been used to take eggs away to...Wherever they ended up. This one was quite different, as it had handles on either side and looked like it was intricately carved with symbols. Frozen in time, suspended around the egg and outside of the canister were two or more spirals of water. The time dragons moved in unison, as closely mirroring one another as they could, and lowered the canister near the surface of the water. They coiled their tails around and stared at a complicated time dial, which didn't just show current time but time across realities. They were counting down. As soon as they reached the designated time, they squeezed a button on their respective handles and the canister came apart in the middle, the egg falling only a couple inches to the surface of the pond, where it held itself up, as if floating, but more like hovering. The two mysterious time twins then took off, pausing momentarily near the scene of the broken Ice egg, measured the remains and took some notes on tablets they didn't seem to have had before, then turned and flew off, fizzling out of visibility within moments, perhaps returning to a different time. The curious state of the water egg, though, was quite interesting. Most eggs were frozen at a mid point, or even earlier, when laid. This one, however, had been frozen in the process of hatching, for some reason. Perhaps the last time this egg had existed, in the time it was laid, something unforseen had happened to a destined rider, and rather than exist a broken half-life, the Time dragons had snatched it away to be here, in another time that had been determined to have the rider once more alive. It had also been done in such a way that the Wyrmling itself only suffered a momentary realization of loss, before the cold of oblivion shielded it, for a few moments anyway. Now, left to its own devices, the water that swirled around the egg began to flow, gently swaying and orbiting the center of the shell, which seemed to pulse and glow, the edges flittering with momentary glowing colors, not unlike a deep-sea jellyfish. A dark form inside moved, and the clear outer layer of the egg split, falling away like a cast off gel coating into the pond basin. For a moment, the dragon hovered, holding onto the elemental waters around it, keeping it up, before it uncurled, its lovely wings with long tapered extra fins fanning out and stretching as it blinked away disorientation. It was confused, and rightly so. Slowly, she let her feet brace against the surface of the water, which held her up as sturdy as ground would, her tail curling about and resting near her. She practically laid down upon the water, taking in everything. The minds of wyrmlings around here were mixed- Some were familiar, in slightly different ways. Some where foreign to her entirely. The deep loss she'd felt was misplaced, or so it appeared, as she could sense the one destined for her was here, unscathed. While she waited, and gathered herself, another egg nearby began to crack. This was the egg of Araselnasa, solidly built on the outside, but had an exposed, deep blue and swirled core like agate geode slices. As the egg shuddered this way and that way, this outer coating began to slide away and break off, revealing the inner egg layers in stunning blue swirled colors. It was this that began to crack as the dragon inside had finally found a reason to escape, having patiently bided its time until now. With strong talons befitting a dragon born of two Titans the Crystal wyrmling began to artistically shear spearlike shapes in the egg, all around him so that, as he fanned his wings and posed regally, the egg fell away in six neat pieces not unlike a flower, except made of crystal. He arched his proud head, a crest of mock feather crystals upon it, trailing down his spine and over his wings, his tail ending in a blade. His eyes gleamed white, and his colors seemed to glide over him as though he was deciding what to be today- And settled upon a deep slate blue with accenting colors over his body, leading to brighter color pops along his wings and the long razor sharp blade leading off his wings. He began to move, dignified and princely, careful steps off of his nest and fanned his glorious agate-feathered wings, taking a moment to turn and bow to the Crystal Titan before he moved on. Once he did move, though, his path led him near the water dragon, where he paused, and looked to her. The water dragon tilted her head and observed the Crystal, rising to her feet once more, her wings folding lightly as she began to let out a soft, haunting melody, accented by almost flute like sounds. They recognized one another, surely, as they circled and moved, almost in a dance, the steps well known, but neither touching the other, even when it looked like they might. As one, they darted forward and leapt off the Titan-platform, their wings catching the air and letting them glide, and flap their wings in practiced synchronization, or reversing it as the water seemed to float along, swirling around the other, the two only parting to land. Most first landings were obviously 'first attempts'. These two, however, had danced this dance before and knew the steps. The Water dragon's song rose and fell in serene notes, light shining around them, casting through the crystals and creating rainbows, her own mist exhaling and making more colors as it glinted through the light. Their movements were almost on par with a draconic waltz and serenade, two souls practically cut from the same cloth. Long ago they had started as rivals, then became friends, and perhaps more over time. How could the Water know how long the Crystal had waited to see her again? It had been moments to her, lifetimes apart for him. But even so, time was not unkind this go around. Together they practically raced towards the candidates, not stopping to look or gawk at the horrors going on. It was not as if they didn't know of it, but that their hearts pulled them along to where they needed to be- and that was to the edge of the candidates, where a Centaur and an Elf stood defensively together. The dragons moved, sliding gracefully before the pair, and both pressed their muzzles to the chests of their bondeds. The water made her bond to the Elf, while the Crystal chose the Centaur. It was only once this bond was made, and that sacred magic used up that the two spoke, having saved their voices and touch for their riders. The water spoke first, gentle and serene, with bright eyes that seemed made for daydreaming symphonies. "Hello once more, Elissaveta. I am Serenade! May the tides always favor the destiny awaiting us in this great dance of life." She said, raising a hand to the new rider, palm upward as if the final move in the dance. The Crystal held his opposite hand to the Centaur, in the same position, the two's tails held just-so. The deep, proud tones of the Prince Crystal resonated on a level hard to describe. It was deep, but kind, level, but bright. Courage and leadership shone through it, and his tone was knowing but not so serious as to be stuck up. "It has been quite some time, since you have walked with me, Aloran! Worry not for we are met once again, the Crystal Spear Renezneth and the dream seer Aloran. I wonder what the world has in store for us this time?" He bowed, then, as did Serenade, before they rose up as equals with their riders. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Serenade Harmoncida Gender ♀ Parents: ♀ Metal Narcida X ♂ Water/Sound Harmonian Element: Water/Sound Personality: Outgoing, Flirty, Daydreamer, Serious, Deeply Wise Bonds to: Elissaveta {Heijale} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #053C73} ![]() [/align] * * * [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Renezneth Araselnorox Gender ♂ Parents: ♀ Crystal Titan Araselnasaa x ♂ Earth Titan Anorox Element: Crystal Personality: Chivalrous, Noble Gentleman, Keen, Always Hopeful, Loyal Bonds to: Aloran {Silver} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #7FD2FD} ![]() [/align] normally I don't post a hatchling for someone who just got one the previous post but we're near the end it just happened to work this way |
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| Sojourn | Mar 7 2017, 08:07 PM Post #117 |
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The Wanderer
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Myre Things had been...busy on the hatching sands to say the least. Myre had hung back with the centaurs for most of the morning, though they'd at several points in the early hours fallen asleep standing up as their kind was sometimes wont to do. However, the idea of sleep, or at least maintaining a decent nap in the time of the Hatching turned out to be something of an impossibility, especially after the arrival of the Sonic twins that blared music from them as they went into the world with flashes of rainbows and strange symbols upon their person. Myre'd gotten a closer look at them when she'd snuck over to where the food and drinks were being laid out for newly bonded pairs. There were quite a few of them springing up now, and she'd done her best to quickly dodge out of the way of those who did and didn't have others beside them, offering them faint grins of congratulations. She'd managed to field herself a coffee and then go take a seat back in the crowd of rapidly dwindling candidates. Things only really continued to develop from there as egg after egg cracked. Some of the dragons that emerged were quite cute, like the small cat-like dragon that had emerged from the nest of Ostoglos, and then the canine-esque one that had bonded to their Prince. The small, tired centaur made notes of the records of their kinds bonding as the hatching continued. They may not have thought much of the duties of a herd historian, but they did know that honoring their family and their herd was important. Myre would just have to make sure that she spell checked these things later, considering her exhaustion. Ambrosolariel's arrival was perhaps a touch dramatic, by Myre's consideration, but then again, they'd also had an egg explode and a Technology dragon that had been in the form of a motorcycle come rocketing across the sands towards the candidates. Myre wondered if the tendency for theatrics and drama that seemed to occur around two-leggeds might have been misinterpreted, and it was really just because of dragons that things ended up happening in such odd fashion. Really though, if they were being a little less snarky (which they could only blame on lack of sleep), the arrival of the Seraphic was beautiful, and her form entrancing. She could only smile as she found her bonded, the priest whom Myre had seen on the edges of the sands at the time of the Touching. Reunited, apparently, across their lifetimes. How odd it was for the young Centaur to imagine that those two had lived their lives before, together as they were now in a different form. It was alarming and amazing, and Myre tried not to think too hard on the fact that reincarnation for some was, apparently a thing... After all, one could hardly spend too much time considering it when the arrival of Oknarel, from the spined egg that had allegedly poisoned one of the candidates emerged. His arrival heralded darker tidings as he caused the immediate poisoning and assault of one of the hatching assistants, the man Marcus. Myre sat frozen, watching the proceedings. The arrival of Chyropter only served to make the situation all the more wrenching. Their call for aid at least, was heeded by other dragons. For that, Myre was grateful, especially when the Seraphic came forth with her bonded. Myre wished she could have helped, but a small Centaur with earth abilities was of little use in a cry for a triage. So she stood, shifting uneasily on her hooves and watching and waiting. She didn't know the hatching assistant personally, but he'd been kind enough. She'd hate to see him lost. She could also only imagine what his loss would mean for the newly born dragon who had claimed him. Too late. I'm always too late. He'd said. The words made Myre shiver, her coat twitching. Perhaps reincarnation wasn't all it was cracked up to be... |
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| Senaru | Mar 7 2017, 08:12 PM Post #118 |
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Omnicient Creator
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Luciacreshtiel to Chrono & Jack During the long night, there was one Seraph who did not join in the deep song. He had watched the others from the shadows, lingering on the edges of the grounds. Light wisps escaped the cracks in his armor from time to time, though there did not seem to be much other light emitted from him, as most Seraphs had, and that he had had just months ago. Perhaps he was too ashamed to show his scarred face and form before the others, and Chrono as well. He had watched as she cared for her nest, where seldom this season's mate had helped. He wished to go over, but the deep regret and embarrassment of being left behind when the other dragons were teleported to safety, and subsequently getting captured by Vicarous' forces made him linger on these edges, feeling trapped when really, he should have felt victorious for having survived what happened after that. He sat down, not far from the Time and her rider, still keeping in the shadows, and thinking. When the others had left, many on their side had been lost to the whims of a young Titan who didn't know friend from foe. This irritated him, even though he knew very well one could not expect an outsider to know who was who. He had been fighting in a group, surrounded but winning- Until the others vanished. There had been a crowd of Nulls, and another Seraph he had never seen before that exuded so much wrath and darkness, he was not sure it was even a Seraph anymore. He had been attacked, and fought as hard as he could, but with the Null dragons present, focusing their debilitating power on him at once, the anti-seraph had been able to cut through his armor, right to his flesh, and forced him into his humanoid form. Later, he had woken to find himself bound in chains, and in his pain and panic, he had forced his form to return to that of the dragon. True, it had worked, he'd broken the chains all right, but they had bitten into his flesh so deep they remained there even now. How could he show his face now? He sat on his haunches and chuffed in annoyance at himself, sitting in the darkness....Until She hatched, bathing the grounds in her light. He had looked for only a moment before he cast his eyes down and away. What right did he have to look upon her? He was but a broken dragon that had failed to keep his charges safe. It was, however, as the light returned to the grounds, when morning fell upon him, that he realized he was exposed. He'd walked in under cover of the loud sonic hatchlings, which masked the sound of his chains, but now he had neither darkness or sound to hide in, and was closer to Chrono's now empty nest than he had thought he was. It would be rude not to say something, especially if they noticed him, but what could he say to excuse his hiding? He didn't know. He let his wings fold over his sides as he searched for words, eventually coming upon something benign and simple. "....Hello,....I heard you have been looking for me,..." He said, keeping his torn-armored face low, as if he expected the Time Dragon and her rider to be mad at him. They might be,... he corrected himself. He had been dodging their search for a while, making it difficult to watch over the nest without being seen. He exhaled a breath, feathery ears half slanted on one side and half raised on the other. "You had a fine hatchling, spunky critter too,..." he said, complimenting Chrono on her wyrmling. He thought the fluffy creature was delightful, though he was puzzled as to how it had come out a canine. Best not ask questions he didn't want answers to, probably. |
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| Rayeness | Mar 8 2017, 08:43 AM Post #119 |
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Egg
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45 minutes or it’s free..er? Tag: People who want food from Taika Perhaps, it was the dough...or maybe a strange amount of indecision on Taika’s part. But the dragon let out a hmm and scratched her chin as she thought of the Pizza she would create for her sibling. After a second or two she nodded her head and got to work. More ingredients seemed to simply appear from nowhere as the Culinary worked her food related magic. The pizza that was taking shape wasn’t your average pizza, oh no, it was something colossal and beautiful, built more like a pie rather than a simply flat bit of dough. It took her longer than her usual fair as it well was not her usual fair! The massive deep dish pizza began to smell like heaven as she finished it up by adding her signature pulled pork and bbq sauce to the glorious mess. Taika sat back and admired her handy work for a second or two before grinning wide. “Well not my usual; but I think it turned out superb anyway, but what do you expect for me?! Only the best!” She passed the pizza to War and grinned “Don’t hesitate now, dig in...and be absolutely savage with you opinion of my latest creation.” Taika enjoy constructive criticism, it made her a better chef...if such a thing was ever possible, she was already truly magnificent at it and she had just hatched too! She sat back on her legs and began to make what looked like dessert, it looked like she was deep frying ice cream of all things. More mysterious and strange ingredients appeared from the culinary zone, which was similar to the danger zone in some respects. She wasn’t done just yet though, after all these things took time and effort. After a bit though she set the large platter of fried ice cream down for everyone to partake before making more! A large bowl of banana pudding was next, it was a mainstay in a lot of households but Taika made everything from scratch, even the Vanilla wafers! Once that was complete she began to grilled up large chunks of pineapple before offering them all to her guest. She let out a breath “Well! This is some good stuff! I like to think I’ve outdone myself!” She grinned wide. Selena for her part seemed rather pleased with her master chef of a dragon. Taika was not what she had expected, truth be told she didn’t expect a dragon at all but here she was, spending time with Taika and others that she simply didn’t think she would spend time with, it was all rather enjoyable. Then that egg hatched...she remembered it, did so perfectly as a matter of fact. Her hand began to ache and throb at the very sight of that abomination that in her opinion had little to right to be here. She winced and had to grab her hand as she moved a bit more behind Taika. It’s appearance had ruined her day a little, she simply decided to remain where there were lots of people and a good chunk of dragons if need be. It wasn't enough though, he spotted her and made a beeline for her. Taika, was not used to combat as of yet, so perhaps her instincts weren't that honed to it but she sensed her bondeds panic and whirled around to confront the source, all joy seemed to simply vanish from her as she prepared herself to facet he threat, her fire was hot enough to stand up to most threats! Sadly, she wasn't quick enough but Someone else was. When Selena was hit by the wing she went flying as the air was knocked out of her and she felt her world going topsy turvy. The pain didn't register at first, it wasn't until Taika caught her that Selena began to register the immense pain. She didn't scream, she simply gasped for air and blinked through tear stained eyes. Taika held her bonded close to her and glared at Oknarel. She would remember his face, he would get his just desserts one day. |
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| Heijale | Mar 8 2017, 09:17 AM Post #120 |
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Cupcake Queen
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[align=center]Wyrmling Elissaveta & Water/Sound Serenade Tag: Aloran & Renezneth (Word Count: 915)[/align] Vee was aware of the next hatching that took place, though vaguely. She was still on guard, keeping an eye on all things and ready to protect her friend from the side or behind, wherever he needed it. She couldn't recall having ever seen the egg that the new, very pretty dragon hatched from, but that wasn't a concern at the forefront of her mind currently. There was a lot of stress, especially now, and forgetting one egg out of so many wasn't surprising. She did steal a look at the pretty hatchling as it seemed to stay where it was before turning her attention back to her immediate surroundings. Things weren't settling down, but they luckily weren't getting any worse, either. Not surprisingly, another egg hatched quickly after the pretty one. This was one that she had recalled, an egg from the Crystal Titan. She spared that one a quick glance as well, not so much out of curiosity but at the fact that the Crystal hatchling was just plain eye-catching. She did find dragons of that particular element rather beautiful, and somewhat calming, to look at. Again, though, she didn't watch for too long, for if anything were to attack Aloran from behind while she was distracted, she would never forgive herself. Eyes back down, she surveyed the sands, her attention moving from the injured assistant, to his dragon, to the new dragons and riders trying to help. It pained her to watch them, seeing as she felt she was watching them fight a losing battle, but she knew there was nothing she could do. She had no medical training at all, and she knew she would just be a hinderance over there. The best she could do was attempt to keep whatever force came after her and Aloran, from heading in the injured lad's direction next. And then something unexpected happened. The atmosphere with filled with a sound that Vee could only describe as one of the most beautiful sounds she'd ever heard in her life. She turned her attention to the sound and found the Crystal and the other dragon, a Water, she was certain, it was looked to be some sort of dragonic dance. It was mesmerizing to watch, the two just simply seemed to flow together, and the song that the Water was creating did nothing but enhance the scene. She half expected them to stumble upon landing, as hatchlings often did, but the dance was not ruined in such a clumsy ending. It was a graceful landing, and since the dance was over, the Elf was content to go back to her protective observation. The dragons had a different idea, it seemed. As soon as she had turned her attention away, it was snapped back by a sudden movement by them. It looked as though they were racing towards the candidates. Was it possible that they were just as viscous as the red dragon had been? That they had mesmerized everyone and was now seeking out their prey? She tensed, ready to throw herself in front of Aloran should they both go after him, but that was not a necessary move. As soon as they approached, for they both were heading straight towards them, and no one else, Vee put her arms out in a defense gesture and was welcomed with a chest full of dragon muzzle. Her fear and anxiety melted away instantly, leaving her with a feeling of complete and utter warmth. It was a warmth that she had felt prior to, and lost the day of, her family's murders, though this warmth was a touch different, a bit more... familiar. She gasped lightly as she heard the dragon speak to her, the words "Hello once more, Elissaveta. I am Serenade! May the tides always favor the destiny awaiting us in this great dance of life." echoing through her mind. Serenade. A dragon that had bonded to her, at her first hatching. Not knowing what else to do, she reached out and grabbed Aloran's arm in an attempt to both steady herself and prove that he was real, that this was real. "Of course I'm real, dear one," came the affirmation from the dragon, amusement clear in her voice. She released Aloran's arm then and rested it on her newly bonded partner, who had stretched her muzzle towards her again. She felt a flurry of emotions whirling around inside her, and she was temporarily confused as to how she should react to them. She wasn't one to show many emotions outside of contentment and the occasional foreboding, but this... this was different. She almost felt like she could cry; like she should cry. Instead, she opted to bury her face in the dragon's dark nose and laugh, a hoarse sound that sounded as if it could turn to sobs as any moment. She turned her attention then to her friend, who, it seemed, had his own dragon now. The beautiful Crystal one that had been accompanying Serenade in the dance. Serenade. A perfectly appropriate name for her newly bonded. And she was beyond overjoyed when it hit her. With Aloran bonded as well, he wouldn't be leaving after the hatching. He would be going through Wyrmlinghood with her, and it encouraged her even more knowing that their dragons were apparently already friends. "Well," she started, smiling at the centaur. "It would appear we won't have the need to try and keep in touch after all." |
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