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| Keepers of the Sun & Stars; Aesulla Hatching | |
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| Wrenpie | Mar 17 2017, 06:57 PM Post #161 |
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// rivalel && whoever i guess 561 wc // it wasn't like her to be waiting. but perhaps it was the rainy weather; the perpetual gloom that hung overhead until they finally retreated indoors. perhaps it was that lack of sun that kept her frozen even as the song drifted through the dorms, reluctant to leave her bed as the green light blinked insistently. one, two-- her feet hit the ground ( and she was half tempted to drag the blanket along with her ). this wasn't her first hatching, the first being at nondir. the same thrill ( coupled with dread ) ran through her, uninhibited despite what one may consider experience. she knew how long these hatchings could be -- imagining, as time dragged on, wrought painful with impatience and anticipation, none of the hatchlings approaching her; none of them the 'right one'. perhaps not too painful an experience, perhaps she was making too big a deal out of this. but it was a little difficult argue with 2am musings. the light, green and flickering and oh so very obnoxious in the darkness of her room, bid her get up, get dressed, all that. she did, donning the uniform, grumbling softly to herself all the way, 'gosh, that person is better dressed than the other! they must be better!'. maybe 2am riva was a little salty. not that it showed too much, apart from a pinch of the brows negligible in dim light. the excitement, nevermind the dread in the background ( threatening, looming, like a storm on the horizon ), was undeniable. she opted for an indirect approach, uncharacteristic, but one riva justified to herself by reminding herself of how terribly long these hatchings could be. she curled up on the couch, knees drawn up to chin, watching the television broadcast of the hatching instead. nondir's hatching had been rife with chaos, and aesulla's, despite its placid beginnings, was slowly turning out to be no different. ( though, one may argue, there was a lot of difference between aesulla and nondir. to riva, one place was nice, and one place, not so much. the place she currently was in? that one's nice. less madmen leaders, more fancy technology and cheery people. ) riva watched with intent, unable to help herself. there was a beauty to dragon hatchings that enraptured even those adamantly trying to keep their cool. from her perch on the couch, presumably safe from prying eyes, riva softly exclaimed at each and every hatchling that the cameras panned too, marvelling at their beauty and, as the 'flower' unfurled, barked out a laugh. silence encased the room again ( of the awed variation, hanging at the edge of her seat, simultaneously grateful for aesulla's technology and wanting to be there in the flesh. though, there was nothing stopping her but herself. ) that was it-- she left the television still playing softly in the background, darting out of the room. resolute, her hair tamed into something vaguely respectable, she marched ( skittered, really, but she denied it ) to the hatching grounds, wondering if this counted as a fashionably late entrance, or just being late. her conscience demanded the latter, and painted a vaguely sheepish countenance on her face as she peeked into the room. trying to keep herself focused on the wandering dragons and unhatched eggs, a difficult task if the amount of blatant rubbernecking she did was anything to judge by, she inched forward. |
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| Thalron | Mar 17 2017, 10:17 PM Post #162 |
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Thalron Tag: Venria WC: 1056 The cold and ice across his face was intense, all in all it felt pretty nice and refreshing. His hide, and scales were very thick and while they were chilled it was nothing too bothersome for him. It reminded him of flying around in the storms, which was one of his favorite activities. Had it been entirely his choice he probably would have let her hang out in that storm for however long she wanted, but it was bothering everyone else. He was pretty sure if Losalka had actually gotten up to deal with it that the outcome would have been significantly worse than it was now, at least for the ice dragon, other people probably wouldn't have been bothered. Unless they liked the ice dragon. He reached up and brushed some snow and ice off his face as he walked, resisting shaking his head as that would likely shred his captive a bit. The tail that snuck free and whipped at him was mildly annoying, but didn't hurt so he just ignored it. His jaws tightening ever so slightly as she struggled, but he didn't taste blood or hear any cries of pain so he figured he was still being gentle enough- it was so hard to tell how strong, or weak someone else was in comparison to himself... And he always felt bad for hurting people, though if they deserved it he generally felt less bad afterwards. He didn't think she deserved it though, she was just in the middle of a bad situation, and dead set on making it worse for herself... A not uncommon practice in emotionally trying times, and everyone knew that he was not the best under stress... Part of him actually felt a little relieved that something the same age as him acted in such a way, when he had caused all those problems in Nondir and during the escape, it was almost the same thing that she was doing here... Just she didn't have nearly the power to back it up that he had, though he was better at not lashing out so rapidly now he had gotten a lot of training to resist such things. Maybe the ice needed it too, he imagined she might have to take some lessons after this to deal with what had happened. It couldn't hurt at least, maybe they'd be in the same class! Though, uh, probably not. He reached the door about when she stopped struggling, and raised a hand to push it open, the massive clawed limb touching the massive metal door. His attention was caught by a rather large red light next to it though, and as he looked at it he could feel the storm raging outside. Cold, harsh winds, water and debris flying around. He really wanted to go out there now all of the sudden, but realized that opening the doors would probably be rather disruptive to the goings on. Probably worse than the isolated snow storm, as at least that wouldn't whip around the whole facility. He stopped there and turned around, his tail curling around in front of himself as he sat down beside the massive gate. Out of the way of any of the smaller entrances or exits that might be used at this time. It was around then that she stopped struggling and actually addressed him properly, or perhaps... Improperly? He blushed slightly, and invisibly due to his thick blue scales, but listened as she spoke. He hadn't had many dragons flirt with him, at least not with that sort of flattery. He wasn't sure what to think about it at first, he was flattered, but also felt like perhaps she was trying to butter him up a bit /too/ much. He guessed it was because she was nervous though, and didn't think she was being purposefully manipulative. "Oh uhm, you're welcome, and thanks. I remember you too! you had a cut on your shoulder and your ice was a lot thicker and more spikey." he seemed very good at talking with his mouth full, though she might begin to feel that a lot of drool was building up around her, especially as his stomach growled very loudly. The rumbling noise it created vibrating through her for a moment. He almost always felt hungry, especially when he wasn't too distracted by other goings on, holding onto something in his teeth didn't help either. Even if he wasn't supposed to eat other dragons, he couldn't help but get hungry if they wound up in there. "What's your name? I remember pretty much everyone that I brought out of there, but we didn't have time for introductions..." He had to remember them all, if he couldn't properly remember what had been turned into energy during the trip... Well, there was a chance they wouldn't ever come out of it. He had done a remarkable job for his lack of skill at the time, but still felt bad for all the ones that hadn't made it. There was a decent pause as he seemed to think of something, absently his massive tongue lifted up and dragged across her side and underbelly, removing a lot of the ice as well as the frozen drool that had stuck there. He lowered his head after that and carefully released her into his large hands, one of them gripping her loosely around the middle, enough that he could grab her if she tried to dart away, but not enough that she couldn't move to make herself more comfortable. "Sorry about snatching you like that." He rumbled apologetically, but was grinning a little bit. "I tend to accidentally swat things if I grab at them blindly with my hands." He was getting better though... Somewhat. It had been a long time since he'd injured anyone too badly by accident. Subconsciously he flexed his large scales a little bit and settled them more smoothly, dust and sand flowed off and away from the both of them back to the area with the nests, and the way that the energy arced over his scales became a little bit more controlled as well. Flowing along the lines of his various features and horns rather than moving at random. To anyone that knew him he was most definitely 'showing off' without realizing it. |
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| Capricorn | Mar 18 2017, 10:48 AM Post #163 |
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Crystal/Earth Prince Chalcedon Tag: Ambrosolariel Total Word Count: 685 Chalcedon was pleased to hear such kind words from the seraph, and it was obvious in the way he grinned, sitting up a little straighter and spreading out his crystalline wings. He had hardly cared about the laughter of others when he emerged from the shell. He knew that such laughter was foolish and nothing more, and although he had never actually beheld himself before now, he had a feeling that those in the audience would be ashamed of what they had first thought in due time. As Ambrosolariel commented on his wings, Chalcedon shifted his head to take a better look himself. His wings were clearly colorful and what most would consider beautiful. It was dark and very little light reflected off of them, but he could only imagine what they would look like then. His thoughts were out of honest curiousity rather than vanity, and he turned his head back to the seraph. It felt like he might be able to shed his outer layer of stone eventually, too- what would he look like then? "My thanks to you," Chalcedon offered, his voice warm and clearly appreciative. "It's a bright future that awaits us all, I'd wager, but who knows what fate holds?" He paused for a moment, before flickering his eyes away as if embarassed. "Ah, forgive me, mi'lady, it appears I've forgotten to introduce myself. I am Chalcedon Araselnorox, it's my honor to meet you." He was very calm and polite, almost statesmanlike, in the way he spoke. Chalcedon listened with some amount of interest as Ambrosolariel explained that she and Talixarra were perhaps not sisters in that same way that most mortals would consider, and nodded as she spoke. He was eager to learn more alongside Ambrosolariel and the other ancient dragons, too, but before he could voice such a desire a situation going on elsewhere caught his attention. He watched, expressionless, as the bat-like dragon seemed to turn into some sort of terrible monster, and as a gathering grew elsewhere. He didn't know much about Ambrosolariel or even if she'd be able to help, but with how obviously ancient she was, perhaps she might know what to do. "I am honored to learn alongside you as well, but, perhaps..." The Crystal/Earth shifted his wings to gesture to the ongoing situation. "They seem as though they may need you more than I." Half-Dragon Eiadris Tellecosta has had enough for today Tag: Would rather no one else tag him at this point A voice eventually came over the radio, that of another hatching attendant Eiadris knew decently well. "Victim of a violent hatching, Eiadris. We're aware of it. No need for you to remain, although if you're feeling up to it, go ahead and make sure the other candidates are fine," A pause. "But be careful. Not unheard of for newly-hatched dragons, if that was their rider, to get violent when they find the body..." "I got it, no need to worry," Eiadris assured the other hatching assistant. "You know I'm good with those sort of situations, remember that hatching in Iaramira however many years back? I totally saved your ass from that lightning." "Yeah, yeah..." The voice came, and then Eiadris shoved his radio back to the side, returning his attention to what was going on. He spoke briefly with the candidate that had brought him here, but returned to looking at the bloodstain. They'd probably have to replace the entire cloth, although considering all the bodily fluids that probably got on, he suspected they'd get a new cloth every hatching season anyways. Eiadris didn't see Chyropter coming at all, and was caught completely off-guard when a wing suddenly slammed into his body. He flew back some distance- even though the bat-like dragon was just a wyrmling, Eiadris was half-air dragon, and quite light. The wind was knocked out of him, and it was more than likely the darkness and blood had caused him injuries that he couldn't feel at the moment. The candidate that had brought him over kneeled by his side, and presumably someone was calling for medical attention. He shut his eyes, thinking about how he was so fucking done with this entire hatching season. |
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| Isra | Mar 19 2017, 01:38 AM Post #164 |
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Marcus and Panzer; tag Twig, Ambrosolariel (mention), Teagan/War, Selena He was cold and clammy, and everything was fuzzy around the edges. With the pain gone, thanks to Ambrosolariel, and his wound mended, it was difficult to keep himself from drifting off to sleep. What rational part of Marcus' brain still functioned fought the urge to do so with everything he had; in the state he was in, and with as much blood as he'd lost, falling asleep might mean never waking up again. Now that he had finally bonded to a dragon, the last thing Marcus wanted to do was up and die on him. Except... something didn't feel right. Maybe it was just the blood loss but now that he was no longer in immediate danger of bleeding to death, Chyropter felt distant. Hell, Marcus wasn't even sure he was able to feel the dragon at all anymore, and that was... surely it was just because of the state he was in. There was a voice in his ear suddenly, so close and abrupt that it startled him. Well, as much as he was able to be startled in his current state; Marcus was still slow to react, his head lolling to the side so that he could blink blearily at the thin, twiggy face that filled his vision. "S'you," he murmured listlessly, unable to rouse much emotion into his voice. Marcus remembered Twig, and spared a brief thought that he hoped the smooth stone the little dragon had gifted to him was still tucked in his pocket. "'Sup lil' guy?" They were interrupted by Warmestrange's arrival. He was carrying with him something that looked for all the world like a piece of a tail, though for the life of him Marcus wasn't able to fathom why that was or what reason War would have to just haul random body parts around with him. An inkling of a notion came to him when the Tech settled down near his new stump with the liberated appendage. Idly, Marcus wondered if he was going to get cool racing stripes like Teagan had. "This is going to hurt." The warning startled a weak and delirious laugh out of him. He'd just had a leg bitten off, there wasn't likely to be anything more-- "Fuck!" Marcus sucked in a breath after the expletive escaped him, the fingers of his one working hand digging divots into the sand. With the pain came a sudden jolt of sharp, crystal clarity as adrenaline surged through him briefly. It was enough to rekindle the notion that something was inherently not right about his bond with Chyropter, but then he was far too caught up in the pain of War's triage surgery to focus on it. The prosthetic plate hurt like a bitch, and Marcus found himself both amazed and in utter agony at the sensation of thin wires all but growing into his skin to fuse with nerve endings so that he might have feeling in the limb once it was attached. His arm was far less painful in part because it only needed modifying from the original that was already installed, but by the time War was finished Marcus was still one hundred percent ready to just pass out and be done with it. But even that was denied to him. He watched on with the calm detachment of the delirious as another pair of dragons approached where he was strewn on the sand like so much meat. They both looked like they might be Tech dragons, but this was Aesulla; they might be any element with more than a hint of Terminus' technological influences thrown in for good measure. The purple one seemed perturbed, prowling over to stand over him like a tiger guarding its kill She was saying something that he couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears, but whatever it was made Chyropter back away with a shocked look on his face. "Wha...?" His fingers twitched in the sand as he slowly dragged his eyes back to the dragon now looming above him. Her face pressed against his chest, and then--a jolt, an almost static buzz before she settled into his mind, cool and calm with just the faint, lingering heat of ire over what was apparently some sort of grand confusion. "I am sorry I was not here sooner, Marcus. But your Panzerfaust is here now, and I will protect you from now on." "Panzer? But..." What of Chyropter? The bat had saved his life, and now Marcus was just being snatched away from him? There was no denying the difference in what he felt, between the panicked press of Chyropter's mind against his own in those first few frantic moments after the attack and now, Panzer cool and collected and unmistakably there in more than just thought. "It is regrettable that he mistook you for his rider," the Inferno replied to the silent query. "While I am grateful for his part in your rescue, rest assured, Marcus; he was not meant for you any more than I was meant for another." A girl approached them then, her appearance enough to make Panzer bristle with brief apprehension. Marcus calmed her with--well, it was an attempt at a soothing thought, much in the same way he attempted to lift his head to properly meet Selena's gaze. He listened quietly and then immediately waved the gratitude away with a feeble flap of his working hand. "Don' worry 'bout it," he mumbled, his attention then diverted as Panzer took the initiative and shifted into her humanoid form. She turned her own attention to Selena then, gaze intently scruitinizing as her head cocked sharply to one side. "He is delirious from blood loss and may not respond as is expected of him," she informed Selena calmly. "It may be best to speak with him later, after he has received adequate treatment for his injuries." Her attention then turned to Warmestrange, whom she gave a deep, sweeping bow for his troubles. "You have my profound thanks for your fine craftsmanship, brother," Panzer bespoke him, though her head again cocked to the side in that peculiar avian manner. "Though the paint is off. No matter; I can correct it later." To Teagan and the others assembled, she parted with a final offer; "You may come to visit him later if you wish, but I must see Marcus to the medical pavilion." With that she turned and crouched next to her injured rider before scooping him up as if he was no more than a child to be cradled against her chest. Marcus grumbled something about how this wasn't dignified in the slightest, but Panzer was not to be deterred. It was a short trip for her across the sands to the place where the medical tent was installed. Once inside, Marcus was immediately hooked up for a blood transfusion while the medics gave his new limbs a cursory once over. Panzer herself was quite hungry but she had no intention of leaving her rider's side until she was certain he was stable. Ramahendra The gryphon watched from his perch just above the Empress' viewing box, silent and alert. While many other attendants felt free to give into the compulsion of fawning over the newly hatched dragons, Ramahendra ignored most of them. Truth be told he was relieved when Zemal decided to move off of the sands and into the box next to his mother, where he belonged. It certainly made Rama's job easier when the royalty was all in one place, particularly when Vicarious was present. The False Emperor did not stay for the duration, however, and soon Ramahendra found himself alone with Atunroria as his mother went off to keep an eye on the Nondiran nobleman. Ambrosolariel's hatching and subsequent bonding to the priest was a humbling moment, to be sure. For Ramahendra it still paled in comparison to Talixarra's approach and subsequent choice of Zemal as her rider. His heart swelled with pride, and while Rama did briefly touch on the bond to offer congratulations to the new pair he backed away just as quickly. New bonds were best left uninterrupted so that they were able to cement themselves properly, though from what he was able to feel it did not seem that was going to be an issue in this case. Souls were interesting things; it would seem that Zemal and Talixarra had known each other before. Was he ever part of that equation in a previous life, he wondered? With a click of his beak Ramahendra decided that it did not matter. He was here now, and that's what was important. There was no doubt in his mind that the three of them were going to make this new bond work. Zemal was going to need him now more than ever; Alistiana was still Empress, to be sure, but the fact that her son had bonded to a sub-Titan made it abundantly clear to Ramahendra that he was going to assume the mantle of the Lomiran throne eventually. Whether he wanted to or not. 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| Silver | Mar 19 2017, 07:12 AM Post #165 |
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Aloran and Crystal Renezneth to Elissaveta, Serenade, and Vespa Word Count: 515 Renezneth rumbled a soft approval of Elissveta's answer. It was well-said, he believed, and he tilted his head to glance at Aloran to gather his approval. The centaur only continued to watch her for some time, though his eyes softened slightly as she spoke. Yes, she was a good sort. He should have predicted her answer. To go where one was needed, to help without the thought of putting oneself first: That was a noble thing to do. While he liked to think of himself as giving and noble himself, he'd always had his own motivations and needs in the back of his mind. Even this journey to Asuella had not been entirely selfless. It was a service, yes, but also served to satisfy his curiosity. There were many new, interesting personalities he'd wished to see... And now, this. Even now, he could only think of home. "I see," He said simply in reply. "I admire that about you," He added, so as not to make the statement awkward. He didn't wish to imply that he disapproved. "You see what must be done and you reach to fix it, no matter the strain. You wear that quality well." In truth, he was not certain how he felt about her answer. He knew she would be well-suited to the task laid out before her, but no doubt their paths would part in the future. Perhaps not, if you choose to go with her., Renezneth privately reminded his chosen. But that is a choice you will have to make for yourself. What's more important to you? Maybe that will become more clear to you in time. There's no point in making such a decision now. Yes. Now was not the time. He was glad for the distraction Vespa's sudden arrival provided, and he stepped back slightly to give the bee dragon some room. A curious creature. Nearly unsettling, if it were not for her obviously friendly demeanor. Do you mean to say that you prefer my company over hers? Renezneth asked, voice almost sly. He'd make a believer of his rider yet. Being his partner would benefit both of them, and he was certain Aloran would agree in time. He had more to say, but instead startled when Serenade wrapped her tail around his. He pulled himself up to stand a bit straighter, and turned his head to look at her curiously. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation by any means, but it was surprising.Is everything alright? He asked her, before he addressed Vespa as well. "Some company is better than none, after all. You should join us when you're finished." "I believe," Aloran spoke again. "That I will stay here for a short time after training. But I intend to align myself with Etharius," He informed her, and Renezneth gave a slight nod of his head in agreement. "It's an important choice to make, and not one to be decided so quickly. But I would encourage you to explore the opportunity. You have seen my sketches," He reminded her with a slight smile. "It's a beautiful place." |
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| Senaru | Mar 19 2017, 11:54 PM Post #166 |
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Time dragons can make mistakes too, right? 3:15PM It was not long after Simir and Rev bonded that there was what could only be described as a wavering flicker in the air, as if light was being bent, or reality twisting. For just a moment, everyone present felt a keen sense of time distortion happening. Darkness crept at the edges of vision until a dragon seemed to physically pull itself out of thin air, the crackling of time and space situating itself after all of it got through evident as the dragon hovered, breathing hard. A second later, something hit a wall of nothing, causing a strange visual of otherwise normal air to bulge for a moment before it left. Which left a steaming, hard breathing male Time dragon hovering over the sands before it twisted and flew to the nest where Ahtian and Paradisio were, in his arms, he carried their precious and beautiful shining egg, as well as an egg neither of the parents had seen before. He carefully placed the pink-blue egg back in the nest where it had been taken from before, but set the other egg in the vacant other nest as well, though they were possibly confused about this. He dipped his head and began to explain, rumbling softly, and tiredly. "There's been an incident between spaces, I can't say exactly what but we felt it was best to return this egg to this time....And to bring this egg, within which an ancient hero's soul from the past resides, from the distant future. It is as much your flesh and blood as the egg laid four and a half months ago." He said, pulling out a glowing scroll and rolling it to a section he was looking for, and held it for the two (probably still confused) parents to see. There indeed were their signatures, and a hazy ID photograph of both parents (Perhaps intentionally blurry?) with a clearer photo of the egg itself. Once he was satisfied that they understood this egg was really theirs, he bowed again and turned, taking off, and landed near where the remaining candidates were. He took out a different, tightly bound semi-glowing scroll and started reading over it, as if seeing what all he had to do later, though he did send a quick mental note to Amneros, letting her know there was a dimensional anomaly in a complicatedly named sector of dimensional or anti-dimensional space between the planes that she would be wise to avoid since apparently it was attacking things. Not that anyone on this plane needed to worry about it, unless they could slide like she could. He knew a certain Time Titan would have preferred he hadn't warned the ancient All Seeing but that wasn't fair. Back at the nest, though, the egg wasted no time in situating itself. It looked bigger than it had before- as if the time lock cases hadn't been turned /on/ after they'd been taken away, meaning it was ready to hatch at the same time as the others....What did that mean for other eggs they'd taken? The wyrmling within was disoriented from the chaotic flight that had led it back through time and space to be here, but she was by all accounts alright. Not hurt anyway, but had a touch of jetlag. This didn't stop the glorious little dragon from using her dainty talons and scales to break free of her egg within a few minutes of being set down. She lay in her broken shining egg, flexing her wings out to fan them dry as she oriented herself, looking around and back up at her parents, offering a soft crystal-clear cheeping noise before she got up, vividly pink and white, shimmering like a spring day under cherry blossoms. As she wandered toward the candidates in an unhurried fashion, though, she suddenly vanished in thin air. No paw prints on the sand continued, and there was no shadow or any indication she was still moving. Quite without warning, though, she just as suddenly appeared once more, a clear crystalline form that slowly had its color fill in. Not only this, she was standing in front of the elf known as Rivalel, and pressed her delicate face against the other's chest, above the sternum. "Oh, my dear Rivalel! We almost missed each other again! It would have been unfortunate to spend another lifetime so far apart. I know you don't remember me, yet! I'm your Diphylleia, The Flower of Clarity!" She said, leaning back to look at her bonded, their pink-white crystals forming upon their chests. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Diphylleia Ahtisio Gender ♀ Parents: ♀ Weather/Fire/Lightning Ahtian x ♂ Floral/Solar Paradisio Element: Crystal/Floral Personality: Caring - Peaceful - Patient – Protective Bonds to: Rivalel {Wren} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #ffb6fa} ![]() *Jackins drew this lovely baby!* She has wings I swear, Sen was a lazy dingus who didn't draw them like she was supposed to. [/align] An Ancient hero...from the distant future? same time as previous The lightning egg that had been placed in Ahtian and Paradisio's nest was decently large, to sat the least. The shell seemed highly animated as well, as storm clouds roamed its surface, flashes of lightning cracking from time to time. And if one listened, then faint sounds of wind, rain, and even sometimes thunder could be heard. It radiated with power, and it was hard to say from which of the titans it had been laid under province of, of any they knew now. What was certain is that it did have the same feel as their other eggs had had, and believed it was indeed their own. Disio leaned down and nosed at the egg lightly, which made his feathers sort of PWOOF up with static electricity almost immediately. He pulled back his head and shook his coat out, chuckling to himself a bit about it, commenting that it was spunky. The wyrmling in the shell, however, was going to waste no further time in escaping its calcium prison, and began to scratch at the egg with sharp, hooked talons. Shards of still moving egg pieces shot outward as a blast of what looked like an electric solar beam escaped the shell, burning a hole big enough out one side for the wyrmling within to crawl out of. The touch of a parent upon the shell had given her everything she needed to know- Which direction others were sitting at, specifically, which made blasting it easier. Once free of the egg, she stepped out and fanned her feathered wings, drying them, before she darted off, but not before she gave a polite nod to her parents. The dragon didn't even really look to the candidates, and instead headed right for the food, having long since decided there wasn't a candidate she ever wanted. She was a loner at heart, at least as far as bonding went, and besides, she had plenty of friends here, waiting for her. She could see many of the Ancients she knew had already hatched, and thought to herself, goodness I must have really been late to the party! She padded along and paused long enough to get herself a plate of food from one of the carts, it being from the Midon's cart, where she got tempura, some kind of soft beef, rice, veggies and a (lidded) soup, along with plenty of other stuff put into a bag which she held looped over her tail before she headed over to where Misuto and Zadasiron were sitting and set her things down. She'd gotten a few drinks, teas and boba drink, and settled herself down, looking around at the things going on. "Seems like it's been an eventful hatching so far, shame I missed most of it. It's good to see you guys again. It's been such a long time, at least from my perspective- I'm Astrapi!" She said, grinning a little. She didn't look much if any different than she had in the past, but still gave her name just in case they couldn't place her since she hadn't been laid in this time, and didn't have the kinship from inside the egg with them in this era. She hoped that wasn't a problem, since she remembered the other ancients quite vividly. Already a clear half-sphere of something like a quartz fulgurite shimmered on her chest, flickers of electricity flowing across it from time to time. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here, upon her chest- can light up with blue-white lightning sometimes. Name: Astrapi Ahtisio Gender ♀ Parents: ♀ Weather/Fire/Lightning Ahtian x ♂ Floral/Solar Paradisio Element: Weather/Lightning Personality: Heroic, Well Mannered, (a touch) Ambitious, Upstanding, Brave Bonds to: Unbonded {Reaver} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #111747} ![]() [/align] Judgment 4:30PM It had taken fourteen and a half hours, from start to this point, for all the eggs in the hatching ground, every single one that could or would hatch. There had been hundreds born, quite a lot of those had bonded. It was a good thing the hatchlings and candidates were organized into manageable groups divided among wyrmlingmasters, otherwise any singular one would have gone gray from stress a long time ago. Unbonded dragons were a little harder to organize, but for the most part, they were usually divvied up based on breed and which ones could fit well with others. By this point, everyone was tired. Assistants and those working the grounds were already beginning to clean things up. Even so, there was a singular egg still looming from its lofty perch, watching those below it long after every other egg had hatched. Eventually though, apparently Orphiel had seen what he needed to see. The egg, made up of a shaped armored form, simply changed shape, splitting from the bottom not unlike an armadillo as the dragon within simply stood up, the plates shaping around him and lengthening or shortening depending on placement. He was tall, for a hatchling, but not bigger than either of the Sub-Titans, which he was not. His armor was so complete, there was no hint of what the real dragon looked like underneath, his faceplate having only slots, from which wisps of seraphic energy escaped and sometimes bright light could be seen within. Bright enigmatic eyes peered out from armored shell, double halos circled his faces and neck, for indeed there were two other faces that floated on either side of his own. Above his head, dark seraphmetal horns floated, large plate shields as seen above his egg floated over his spine and back, and above this, twelve wings, each made up of exactly seven sharply shaped shields floated. His armor was sharp along his chest and shoulders and hips, and looked quite literally like a knight or paladin of olde. His tail was long, though from the sides, a sheet of sharp metal fanned out like a tail-cloak, obscuring the view of the main tail underneath. Floating, unconnected at the end, was his sword, which looked every bit as intimidating as his egg had looked. He was silent as he looked down upon those present, flexing the plated wings around him as he considered. Given the current state of the world, and what he had seen and felt, perhaps the world was not as bad off as he had initially thought. Maybe he'd even come a little early- Which was possible, after all. Time or lack therof, worked differently in the other planes of reality. It was easy to misjudge exactly when ones intervention was needed. Nevertheless, he was here now, and ageless, and would keep an eye on the world and see for himself what it did. He shuffled his wings and loomed, fanning them outward impressively. "I will be watching." was all he said, ominous as it might have been. He looked across and down at Ambrosolariel, Talixarra, and Shiruba, each of them Ancients and guides for the world. If they were here, then there was still hope, and still time. The four of them knew their roles. One would help to lead her people and help her rider grow acustomed to the roll he'd been born to play. One would guide the world forward. He would judge, and one would forgive. It was an ancient, established course of action. With that said, he turned and walked down the great stairway, as if descending mortally down a path to the plane of the living world from on high. Once down to the level of the sand, he looked around. Where indeed to begin? [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Orphiel Caulderahiel Gender ♂ Parents: ♀ Seraphic Talherahiel X ♂ Death Metal Fire Cauldron Element: Seraphic/Fate Personality: Judging Bonds to: Unbonded {Thalron} Profile: Profile Here {text color shown here is BOLD #22315C} {Fade shown here is #2B3E73 | #151E38 | #2B3E73 } ![]() Profile is mostly empty until Thal fills it out.[/align] Delivered by falcon wings4:40PM The seraphs high above had seemingly vanished shortly after all the eggs hatched, and even now, people were finishing cleaning up. Bonded pairs were getting printed out sheets of room changes and assigned roomates, and in general finalizing guidelines. The candidates left behind were also being spoken to, about what they'd like to do now. High above, however, the hurricane seemed almost as if it had abruptly vanished, the eye sliding over the hatching grounds, casting the whole place in sudden, brilliant light. It is hard to say who first pointed out the shape of something flying closer, but eventually, many eyes were on the sky. There were gasps as the thing flying was moving quite fast, on feathered wings, directly heading for the glass dome and still solidly closed ocean view side. As she flew onward, the creature cast a slightly larger shadow than she herself was, due to the angle of the sun and the shadows of clouds, as well as how bright she looked with her white and black feathers. And just when it seemed she was about to collide with the glass wall, someone put in a hasty call to open it, the glass coming down just barely in time. She hadn't even stopped. She had eyes locked upon the royal seats, herself wearing lightly crafted but insanely elaborate armor, gold and silver cloth drifted from between the armor on her back, a white cloth tied around her hind talons signaling that she was non threatening. By all that was holy, it was a Gryphon, and not one related to Elara's line, the only gryphons known to exist in all the world, aside from a pair of dwarf ones belonging to a chaos-rider from the past, and no one had seen them in about thirty years. This gryphon, however, looked focused on her job. Her type was falconlike, as was her beak and wings, her plumage rivaling the beauty of a gyrfalcon, the armor itself only acting to make her look even more glorious, though closer inspection would see that it all was purposfully layered to avoid at least most projectile weapons or ranged things. She headed for the royals and backwinged, landing on the large gryphon perching platform where Rama was sitting and dipped her head shortly, introducing herself as Kaiayte, her ear-like feather tufts lifting as she sorted herself. She was wet from the rain and storm outside, but from under her armor she fished out a folded letter, which looked like it was made from some kind of precious metal, so well crafted it worked as stationary. This she handed to Rama, and began to speak with a soft yet somehow strong accent, her form perfect, wings tucked just so. Respect was given to Rama, as if she knew him- And she did, as she'd been sent forward from Elara prior. "Greetings, Ramahendra, son of the Gryphon-Titan Elarazadiel and Arelsuran. The Earthen Lords have heard and considered the request sent by the Empress Alistiana, may the sun ever shine upon her and the royal family. The King of the Deep Mountains has asked that a group of established riders come to the mountain, that he might meet the people and hear first hand of the goings on. The request for aid was well heard, and the King will hear you out. Gather your best. When the lot is prepared, find me and I shall lead them back." She said, before letting herself relax a little. She had flown thousands of miles and had taken few breaks. She was tired, as well. Another hasty Time Amendment It was not until all the remaining candidates were beginning to ready themselves to return to their rooms, most determined to at least sleep before making decisions about their futures. It was now that the Time Dragon who arrived an hour earlier walked over and spoke to an attendant before alerting all the candidates to hear him. Unlike Gauge, he was not blunt and without tact. "I hate to bother you all, I know it's been a long day and night without sleep, so I will try to get this out to you as quickly as I can, and then you can be on your way..." he said, unrolling his scroll. "I need to speak to the following people, all others may go to their rooms." And then he named names- Every centaur from Ida's group that hadn't bonded was named, as well as a few from a different group that had come later. "We are highly recommending that you lot stay here in Aesulla, and enter training with the wyrmling classes. You do not need to move out of your candidate rooms, nor do you have to do activities that require a dragon partner, but you are to continue your studies, physical and mental. Due to an...Unforeseen situation....It appears that the Time Titan was in fact, wrong, about exactly when you lot were meant to be summoned again.” He took a deep breath, knowing that was an understatement. "Granted, while not everything was entirely her fault, it still seems as if the location she told you to be at was wrong, as the next hatching isn't for three years, and you lot need to be here in Aesulla for about the next one and a half to two years. I know it has upset many of you, you feel as if you've been called here for no reason, but please trust me, you will soon understand. It was safer this way. Continue to be a shining example of your people, learn as much as you can about this modern world, learn tales of the land to take home with you when you do finally return." with that, Ahmmendael, who had been tasked so often to deliver amendments to things Gauge had said or fortold, his nickname was a bit of a joke, being 'Ammend', lifted his wings and fell backwards into the air, vanishing once more into time- and taking a different path this time. The State of The World Somewhere in orbit, far above Noveltellus, a Technology/Space dragon hovered, as he had been for thousands of years. Every day, following the fateful events planetside that had torn apart the other mainland continents, he had done what he could to eliminate residual radiation. He sent drones down, cleansing units, and destroyers that detected creatures still bearing the highly contagious plague. This had gone on for so long, he hardly remembered what it was like to speak to others. He had volunteered for this task, but it wore thin. Then, something strange began to happen. Within the last thirty years, the disease he'd been monitoring had begun to reverse. An anti-disease, just as contagious, was spreading and eliminating the sickness without killing the hosts, and then it vanished without hurting them. He'd had to shoot down fewer, and fewer things, until his world scan for today read something alarming. It found no results. No disease anywhere. He ran the scans over and over. A miscalculation, surely. But no. There was no residual disease left, no radiation detected. Quarantine redacted. he sent the message to Terminus. no disease found. Disease purged. Task complete. The dragon in orbit looked down upon the planet, and closed his eyes to rest.... |
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| Silver | Mar 20 2017, 04:56 AM Post #167 |
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Lysander and Ambrosolariel to Chalcedon, Orphiel Word Count: 712 Ambrosolariel turned her head to follow Chalcedon's gaze. There was indeed something happening with Chyropter and Marcus, the attendant who'd been struck down. She'd already done all she could for him, unfortunately. Her powers were great for a hatchling, but the power to bring someone back from the dead evaded her, as fresh as she was from the shell. She crooned softly in her throat to offer her sympathies to the situation, but it appeared as if all was going to play out. "It's good to meet you, Chalcedon. I'll be glad to spend more time talking with you later,", She assured him. She enjoyed speaking with other dragons, but she already felt as if she'd spent too much time away from her Bonded. Lysander wasn't a needy sort, but he was still reeling in disbelief. Besides that, the Hatching was coming to a close. They'd have places to be, soon, and she didn't want him lost in the shuffle. "But now I ought to return to my Rider. We'll speak again." She promised, and spread her wings to launch herself upwards once more, careful not to kick up any of the sand directly in the other dragon's face. Finding Lysander was not difficult. He was exactly where she'd left him, and she was grateful for that. She landed lightly beside him just as a few more of the eggs began to break shell, and she settled neatly down upon her haunches to watch the Hatching play out. She extended one of her large wings to wrap around Lysander and bring him close against her body, and he sat shamelessly between her front legs. He leaned against her right leg for support as he watched the rest of the dragons hatch, though he could already feel his mind drifting. He was exhausted. And what's more, he was worried about Yggdrasil. He'd been watching her, and she had hardly moved from her spot near her now empty nest. "We'll go to her later," Ambrosolariel softly promised as she ducked her head to touch Lysander on the shoulder with her snout. "But right now, I would prefer that you stay close to me." She didn't explain herself any further, but instead sat and waited. She greeted each new hatching with a throaty warble, but had her eyes fixed on one egg in particular. Her wings shivered slightly as Orphiel began to "hatch". It wasn't so much a hatching as it was a transformation, one she watched with rapt attention. To say that they were at odds with each other wouldn't be exactly correct. They were two sides of the same coin, the same way white compliments black. His judgement sometimes lacked delicacy, and that was where her hand came into play. It was up to her to decide who was truly worthy of damnation, and who might still be saved. That decision was often a difficult one. Who, after all, might understand why a hardened criminal might be saved from his judgement? Lysander, she knew, was not in danger, but there were hundreds of people here today. What they did not need was panic, and thankfully, it appeared as though Orphiel was disinclined to pass his judgement on anything at the moment. "Who--?" Lysander began i na whisper, his eyes fixed on the dragon as well. He had an inkling of an idea, but Ambros knew. Se lowered her head as if to whisper in his ear, her words filling his mind. That is Orphiel, my brother. He has come to Judge this world and the creatures living upon it. I believe you have already received a demonstration of his great power, Ambrosolariel stated pointedly, referring to the moment during the Touching. How could he have forgotten? The priest shut his eyes and gave a soft sigh. Do not fear, my Lysander. That judgement is not reserved for you. Nor is any such decision utterly final. You know as well as I that peace and forgiveness are ultimate goal. Judging is indeed difficult, but forgiveness is often harder. We are here to help and to guide. To do that, we must work together. She lifted her head and tucked her wings close against her body. "There is food, Orphiel. You must be hungry." With her focus on Orphiel, she lent only a fraction of her attention to the arrival of the gryphon and time dragon. If they had need of her, they would let her know. But now, her priority was Lysander and the assurance that he was at ease. |
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| Capricorn | Mar 20 2017, 08:34 PM Post #168 |
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Tag: Astrapi (briefly); None Word Count: 1,753 It seemed that the house was in order. The mouse spirit ran off, and Misuto lifted her body, standing and taking another glance back towards where Chyropter was. All seemed well there. Oknarel, last she saw him, seemed like he was likely to stay out of trouble for the rest of the hatching. That left Misuto free to do as she wished, and at this point, she wanted to speak with her rider. The spirit dragon had left Faerveren and Zadasiron hours ago, and she had sent Anviel to bring items to the injured hatching attendant, meaning that she would likely have to look a bit. Misuto found her rider just a ways away from the food cart, having stood off to the side to watch the rest of her hatchings after Lysander departed. The spirit landed gently upon the ground, leaning forward to nuzzle Anviel's cheek. The elf seemed surprised to see the dragon return- in truth, she was still having some amount of difficulty really processing that she had bonded. That she had bonded to a dragon like Misuto, nonetheless, a beautiful and noble creature that possessed knowledge and power Anviel could not yet understand. Misuto was not satisfied to let Anviel keep her distance, this time, and embraced the elf with her wings the best she could. Anviel seemed taken by surprise for a moment, almost moving back, before she allowed her hands to touch Misuto's face, her hands brushing against the dragon's mist, which was softer than anything she had ever felt. Misuto moved back a bit so she could address her more properly, ensuring her rider was still able to touch her. My dear Anviel, I have always been yours, and you have always been mine. There was only warmth, and Anviel could help but feel a sense of joy. Everything felt right. How long- Anviel did not need to finish. I was among the very first dragons, Misuto explained, patiently. And you, among the very first riders. There was no doubt that Misuto was referring to the first hatching. That was certainly a shock, and the dragon gave Anviel a moment to begin to process that, so as to not overwhelm her rider. She nuzzled the elf once again, before pulling her head back. I do not expect you to remember. Misuto assured her. There were many... So many. But I had to choose! And I chose you as you were then, so many lifetimes ago... Never have I regretted that choice. Always, in every life we have had, we were together. In every life, we were meant for each other. Anviel reflected on the more recent past. They had always been meant for each other, that had been stated directly. Perhaps, she considered, that's why she had always wanted to be a dragon rider, but had hesitated to become a candidate until now. Perhaps it was just luck, Misuto said. Perhaps the whims of fate have brought us together, as they have so many times before. It matters not. Countless questions rose in Anviel's mind, and Misuto let them be. Almost always, her rider was like this after they first met in each life. Doubt, uncertainly, denial, always did it come. Misuto knew the way that things it was, especially when it came to her own rider, and she knew that they would fade quite soon. The world may not have been in the best of shape, but there would be calm in the time after hatching to address questions and figure out what needed to be done. There was no need to rush. At some point, a hatching attendant walked over to Anviel and Misuto, bringing with him supplies they would need for the next however many years under the guidance of the wyrmlingmasters. Anviel seemed quite surprised by the amount of books, accepting them with a clearly intimidated expression. Misuto has three elements, she thought to herself, looking the covers over with interest. So we get extra classwork. Sweet Celestial, Elvador must've had it easy with just the Null book. After passing the room assignments, books, and other such things to Anviel, he turne to Misuto. The spirit was happy to hear that the Ancient dragons were being sorted into her own wing for learning (not that she would've objected to learning with the newer souls, but she'd already had similar lessons countless times before). She even pointed out one or two dragons that were not immediately recognizable as Ancient dragons, the Fire Xensu among them, before she turned her attention to the time dragon that had arrived at a more distant nest tended by a large dragon somewhere across the sands. As soon as they hatched, even if Misuto had not been able to speak with them in the egg, she was able to recognize them as Ancients. Diphylleia seemed busy claiming a red-haired elf as her rider, but the Lightning actually came rather close. Or perhaps she was closer to Zadasiron- although Misuto hadn't been there in hours, Anviel had chosen a spot not too far from where the Mirror had set down her things. Strangely enough, although Misuto definitely recognized the newly-hatched dragon, she couldn't quite remember the name. Strange, but Misuto suspected it had something to do with the time dragons' interference this hatching season. When she introduced herself, it all made sense. Astrapi! Misuto said to the other dragon, not speaking aloud. I must apologize for the brevity- it is late in the hatching, as I'm sure you've seen, and the riders are tired. We should speak later. At some point after turning back to her rider, in the next hour before Orphiel's hatching, something seemed to occur to Misuto. You have never met me or the other Ancients before in this life, she said, stating a fact. But we are not completely unknown to you. History, legends, scripture... Never has the world forgotten us entirely. Tell me, do you recognize me? She knew trying to connect with anything familiar would help her rider. Anviel had opened the Spirit textbook at this point, and was flipping through it, clearly interested in what it contained. She looked up away from the textbook and and had what could almost be described as a hopeful expression. "Everything seems familiar about you," she said. Misuto leaned in closer, as if allowing Anviel an even closer look. There are a few childrens' stories about me, among other things. Many of your past incarnations have told me that that, as a child, the tale stuck out to them. It seemed to stick with you and you just could not forget it. Misuto was completely calm, her tone thoughtful, nothing less than pleasant. Perhaps one or all have faded into obscurity. Names tend to change over time, as does language, so I cannot help you with that. But tell me, do you recall such a thing? A moment of thought, then Anviel's face seemed to light up. "There was one I always loved, my parents sometimes read it to me and my brother," she said. "Back when they thought our fascination with dragons was cute. About a spirit dragon with a long mane- you know, like you- and her rider, meeting spirits one night on the way to a city." Ah, there it is, Misuto confirmed. Details have been lost, and that night was far more grim than you would ever think- at least the last way I heard it- but that is about us. That seemed to make Anviel a lot happier, and she continued looking at the books. She was more curious about the spirit element than either air or water, although she did give both a quick glance as well. Misuto, however, had determined that there was a single egg left to hatch, and she kept casting glances between it and the other new wyrmlings. Eventually, there seemed to be a shift in the egg, and Misuto moved to grab Anviel's attention with a tap of her tail. The elf turned and watched Orphiel's hatching with a mix of fascination or dread. That was the egg that had saved her from falling to her death, she recalled. She might've even considered thanking him at some point, if not for the fact that whatever was hatching was incredibly intimidating. Both Anviel and Misuto watched as he began to make his way down the staircase, and while Anviel may have been somewhat intimidated, Misuto watched only with thoughtful interest. Anviel turned her head to look back at the spirit, but the dragon hardly turned her head. "Do you know him?" she asked. Misuto didn't seem to give a definite answer. "He is not one of us," She said, out loud this time, her voice gentle. "But he has his purpose, as do we. Fear not. We have appeared in the world at this time, as has he, but our focus now should be on what we were sent to accomplish." Anviel was beginning to get more and more tired, and perhaps Misuto would've urged her to leave if it weren't for the fact that a decent-sized flying creature had arrived above the hatchery. Her eyes traced the gryphon as it flew towards the stands, and she couldn't help but be curious about what it had come for. She wasn't quite aware yet of how scarce gryphons were in this time, otherwise she might've been even more interested in what was going on. She scanned over the hatchery again, her eyes falling on Orphiel and Ambrosolariel more than a few times, and before looking back to Anviel once again. What has happened today will echo throughout history, whether the names or dates are remembered, she was not aware of what had transpired with the gryphons nor of the planetary quarantine being lifted, but she knew that the return of the Ancients signified a time that would not soon be forgotten. But take heart, hope springs eternal. ...No answer. Misuto dipped her head down to get a better look at Anviel's face. The elf was clearly tired, even moreso than she had been in the early morning when Misuto had claimed her. The dragon used her muzzle to prod the rider into a more aware state, and she seemed somewhat surprised. As the elf got to her feet, Misuto slipped Anviel's bag over her neck- it was somewhat uncomfortable, but light enough for even a wyrmling to hold. You're tired, Misuto noted. Come, we should both rest. |
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| Wrenpie | Mar 20 2017, 11:11 PM Post #169 |
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// riva 662 words for @open the grounds were far from quiet, despite it being rather late by now. that being said, it wasn't abnormal for hatchings to run for a long time. she ducked and wormed her way between dragons and riders alike, giving some a generous breadth as she slowly explored the hatching grounds. seeing it in the flesh was most certainly different; the screen, no matter how high its quality was, lacked that little something that took her breath away. watching small floral bound ( fly, after a few steps ) its way to its rider, and a darker dragon trail fox-fire in its wake, then letting her gaze stray to the remaining dragons still wandering about, she scarcely noticed the air waver and flicker, the very threads of reality strumming like some great instrument. the time dragon, though -- that was difficult to miss. the mere appearance of this dragon, pulling itself from thin air, was enough to rivet her to the spot, staring in unabashed wide-eyed amazement. the subsequent warp behind the newest arrival went unseen by the elf; her eyes were only for the pink-blue egg the dragon carried. an absolutely delightful medley of rose, gentle blues and, she swore she saw a viridescent splash of colour as it adjusted itself, the egg itself was a beauty to behold. entranced without no real explanation why, the only movements she made were to scoot out of another wyrmling's way, but otherwise stayed rooted to the spot. for some reason, she didn't want to miss this. not a few minutes passed before there was a hint of a crack, then the dragon delicately picked its way out of its shell, and there it lay among the glittering crystals of the shell; and in riva's opinion right then, the shining example of everything graceful and good. ( somewhere in the back of her mind, she wished she had brought some sort of camera, but would have likely been far too enraptured to actually do anything. ) riva watched as the dragon picked itself up, meandering towards the candidates leisurely. she had seen the others dart towards their riders without any delay; perhaps this one was determined to live a solitary life. her face fell a little at that -- she blinked, as one is wont to do -- and the dragon vanished. she blinked rapidly a few more times, suddenly alarmed, twisting in her spot in so hurried a fashion she almost tripped over her own feet. then suddenly, the crystal outline of the dragon was before her, colour seeping in like ink over water. of half the mind to clumsily step out of the way lest the dragon simply be passing by to reach another, a thought that had not quite fully formed before the dragon pressed its face against the top of her sternum, more or less cutting off all trains of thought immediately, save for the one which went, 'wow'. words failed her momentarily, looking at diphylleia. when she spoke again, choked with emotion, it fell short of anything coherent, turning into a wordless exclamation of joy and relief, and the inexplicable sensation of being reunited with an old friend. "diphylleia," she managed after a moment, barely a whisper, feeling tears ( happy tears! ) prick at her eyes, her arms flung around the dragon’s slender neck. ”i’m so glad to have finally met you.” diphylleia’s response was a gentle huff, a kind return of the embrace in form of a warm nuzzle. again wordless, yet reassuring. riva’s heart soared. ”come, come!” riva extracted herself from around diphylleia’s neck, feeling laughter, light and carefree, spin loose from her chest. ”you must be hungry! there’s plenty of food – oh, man, i should have gotten here sooner if i knew this was going to happen – now, what would you like?” she darted around, revitalised and giddy with excitement, determined to make sure that diphylleia would get the best, and only the best. |
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| Silverfeather | Mar 21 2017, 11:04 PM Post #170 |
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Rurik and Skad and then THINGS{/b] Openish The newly minted air rider felt happy. For once in their lives, he felt like things were finally looking up for them. He knew not of what the future would hold for them, but they were, surely taking a step in the right direction, right? He couldn’t help but keep a hand on his air’s leg, as if he was afraid that the dragon would leave him. It didn’t bother him that the dragon almost towered over him already, it would make it easier for Rurik to hide in the feathers if he needed to. The poor boy couldn’t help but occasionally get overwhelmed by everything. They were, after all, very far from home, and while they had had more accidents here than back at home. But for now they were going to be ok. They had bonded. Both of them. Rurik didn’t feel upset when Teagan didn’t respond right away. With so many crowded around here, there would be so many stimuli for everyone. Rurik had been so focused on his sister and the small group, the boy had become almost near oblivious to the world around him--which would prove to be quite disastrous for him. The hatching attendant that had helped Teagan at the touching had been mauled by a new hatchling. Rurik had missed his hatching, and a few others, but Skad had kept his attention on things, after all, he didn’t want to be caught to off guard by anyone. He had watched as the Spiky fire egg had hatched. When it had wandered to bond, he had turned his attention back to the group. It was such a lovely group, and Skad didn’t mind not having eyes on him, his feathers weren’t entirely clean of the egg goo yet. When the hatching was over, and everything settled, he would have to get them impeccable. But for now, he turned his attention back to the group when everything went wrong. Skad had had no reason to keep following the lava dragon until his path suddenly knocked straight into Rurik. And from there, everything seemed to speed up and slow down at the same time. Rurik let out a pained scream as his torso lit up in pain.There was nothing, nothing that Rurik could compare this pain too. Growing up, the most painful thing he could remember was the occasional beating and he had hit his head rather hard. He had lucked out on not having any broken bones. This pain, the poor boy could not even fathom until now.Wordlessly he grasped at skad, hands grabbing at feathers as he fell to the ground. Skad didn’t mind, reaching out to grab him and keep him on his feet. It was like a wave, and then there was Teagan, at his side. He let her fuss, his mind clouded with fire. How long would this last? Skad shook, the pain still intense, yet dampened across the bond, did everything to keep the boy calm--gritting his teeth as another scream filled the air. He nodded, helping Rurik to another hatching assistant. There was no need to crowd the group, and Teagan and War had taken to trying to save Marcus, whom had jumped to save another bonded pair and lost a leg. He growled to himself but moved along as they were ushered to a healer pair who quickly looked them over. “Shhhh, Rurik it’s ok. It’ll be ok. War won’t let anything happen to her, I assure you.” He could tell the boy hadn’t want to leave Teagan, and Skad could empathize. This was a scary experience, but Skad was here now. Skad would keep him safe now. He wouldn’t let anything like this happen again. His eyes found the one who had did this and he sighed. He wasn’t much of a vengeful dragon, but he would keep an eye out on that one. At least, for the safety of his own rider. Rurik moved, with his dragon and the strange assistant whose name he had failed to hear. He had wanted to stay with Teagan, he hadn’t wanted to leave, the pain came in waves, and Rurik felt like he had nothing to hold onto. But Skad managed to maneuver them quickly to a healer pair. Though, by the time they had determined that the simple brushing by wasn’t lethal (Which hadn’t taken very long), the pain was subsiding quicker and quicker. Air came easier to the poor boy, but he still felt like gasping, panic still struggling with him. “T--teagan…?” But Skad shushed him, pointing her out to show that she was alright, and so was he. “It’s ok. Look here” He pointed to the water the hatching assistant had brought them. “Dirnk this. You’ll be ok. It’s not lethal, thank gods.” With worried eyes, he watched as Rurik Drank, and started to relax as the hellish minutes of pain finally ended as the healers did their work. “We’re gonna have to work on being fully aware of your surroundings at all time, mine.” He ruffled his hair playfully. When he was given the clear, Skad kept him close. “Come, let’s go get something sweet to munch on, alright? Easy goes it.” As they moved, Rurik stayed close to Skad, wishing he was slightly smaller to hide underneath his wings. But it didn’t matter. They got some Chocolate and a bowl of ice cream and Skad moved him to a small corner away from everyone. No longer did Rurik had a fascinating gaze at all the wyrmlings, there was a hint of wariness to each on, and Rurik always gave them a wide berth. Skad didn’t blame him. With their own corner secured with pillows, Skad curled around the boy, his feathers fluffing around them as the air dragon became the comfort Rurik sought. He had managed to calm him enough to let him be away from his sister. “I hope that the other boy will be alright.” “He is in good hands, War will help, and others have come to assist as well. They will not let him die. Do not fear.” He whispered, He had seen others move, the life hatchling, and a new one that had come from the ceiling. But that’s all he had gandered, as his mind had taken on trying to keep his bonded calm and safe. Blue eyes watched as trembling fingers found the device that Rurik had been tinkering on. He could feel the boy calming at the feel of it, the mechanical structure a balm to the boy. Skad watched as the hatching continued, but it didn’t take long for his rider to fall asleep, exhaustion from the pain and panic and early hours finally wearing on the boy. They would find his sibling later, but for now, Skad decided to let him sleep as he watched the rest of his clutch mates hatch, taking note of each one. Especially the high seraphic egg, which he nudged Rurik awake so that he may also see it, and the ominous words he spoke. But Skad felt he hadn’t anything to worry from Orphiel. He would do his best to make sure that He and his followed a good path. WC: 1213 |
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| Capricorn | Mar 22 2017, 06:59 PM Post #171 |
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Weather/Ice Venria Tag: Thalron Word Count: 1,038 Venria was happy to feel some of the wind and rain buffet her scales for a moment, even if it was perhaps not as cold as she'd like. Even if she wasn't as competent in the rain as she was in the snow, and if the winds were even higher than normal, she was experienced in harsh weather conditions. Maybe she could escape into the rain, they might have difficulty following her, and maybe she could make it colder to... No, even if she wasn't ready to admit it, she knew that there was nothing she could do at this point. No point in fighting, especially when it seemed a Titan was willing to chase after her. Venria was less than pleased by the saliva that was freezing to her layer of ice, but she had larger concerns at the moment. When Thalron's stomach rumbled, she didn't scream, but certainly considered it, beginning to squirm even closer to the edge of the Titan's mouth as if to try and get away from his throat. Later, when Thalron's tongue brushed her, however, she did let out a loud scream, feeling strangely vulnerable as part of her icy outer layer melted off. Her body was a mostly normal temperature underneath the ice, or at least, it would be after some time, and Venria absolutely hated that. When Thalron actually addressed her, Venria listened intently, finally calm enough to actually understand and formulate a response to what he was saying. She was surprised that Thalron remembered her at all, and felt a little`flattered by that, even. She wasn't familiar with exactly how Thalron had teleported her and the other non-Nondiran forces. Maybe she was a bit curious about exactly what he had done when he mentioned that he remembered everyone he teleported, but that was only fleeting. It was almost certain the Titan had done that with one of his own elements, and Venria was very happy to be an Ice dragon. She couldn't imagine herself being anything different. She was a bit scared for a moment as she was set down in Thalron's hand, and then more calm, relieved as she realized what was going on. She looked up at the Titan as she shifted a bit, squirming and shifting her body so her belly was facing towards the Earth/Lightning Titan, her wings spread out a bit. After a moment of thought, she also shed her outer layer of ice- some of the saliva was still there, and as far as she was concerned, that was pretty disgusting. She would reform it later, hopefully after everything was all settled. Thalron seemed to be holding her here instead of handing her over to security. Having settled herself a little, Venria finally answered, looking up at the Titan and speaking loudly. She wasn't sure how well he could hear her from this distance, so she figured it was best to make sure he could hear her. "Oh, really? I'm flattered you remember me, dear," she said, her voice friendly and maybe even possessing a bit of genuine warmth to it. Even if she hadn't consciously realized it, she recognized that Thalron was being kind to her and appreciated it. In that sense, he actually reminded her a bit of the Lightning roommate she had grown fond of in Nondir, oddly enough. "I am Weather-Ice Venria." She added simply. It probably wasn't necessary to add her elements considering it was obvious after Thalron pulled her from that storm, but she felt like the more formal introduction might be a bit better. She took another moment to shift a little, and watched with a bit of surprise as Thalron flexed his scales, energy flowing along his body. Well, that certainly looked impressive. Venria paused for a long time to look, but finally did start to speak again. "Ah, yes, I prefer to make it thicker for combat... That's sort of my talent, I suppose. I've never been one for healing or art or anything of the sort." She shook her head a little, a thin layer of frost beginning to gather on her face and antlers. "And it's no issue, dear, really... You're quite kind to me." It wasn't exactly a lie, but she said it more to try and flatter Thalron than anything. No, she was far too proud to admit a thing under normal cicrumstances, even if it were true. "So, being a Titan... Must be a nice view up there, yes dear?" She gave a nod. The attempts to make small talk were really because she didn't want to be bored up here, and it would be a bit awkward to just sit in Thalron's hand without even making an attempt at some sort of conversation. She moved a bit when she heard some chatter below to take a look at Orphiel's hatching, but soon enough decided she didn't want to watch it. She settled back in Thalron's hand, although her eyes were fixed on the glass where the...gryphon? Was fast approaching. She didn't want to move too much and risk upsetting Thalron or even falling, but she was certainly curious about whatever happened. She did catch a few glimpses of the candidates leaving, however, and felt a bit surprised. She didn't have her phone with her on the sands, so she couldn't tell (and the odd passage of time in the hatchery today made it even more difficult), but had time really passed so quickly? "Well... It looks like it's almost over," She remarked, partially to herself, although her eyes did move back to Thalron. Venria had calmed down signifcantly since being caught in the storm. "I suppose I have to sort out what happened with security... Do you have a phone?" It sounded like an innocent, honest question, and to an extent it was, but Venria did have an ulterior motive. She didn't know if Thalron had seen what had happened, but she figured he might be able to help her if things got too sticky. And, well, she'd be lying if she weren't a bit curious about what exactly had happened in Nondir, how he'd gone from being that frightening Titan- or maybe frightened Titan- to today. |
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| Senaru | Mar 22 2017, 10:26 PM Post #172 |
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