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| We Who Are About to Rock; [Lesson 0 | OFFICIAL PLOT EVENT] | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 20 2017, 10:28 PM (2,222 Views) | |
| Isra | Mar 20 2017, 10:28 PM Post #1 |
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Things had been calm since the hatching. As was customary, the first few days were spent letting the newly bonded riders adjust to their partners and, in general, to give everyone a bit of a break before training began in earnest. As was also customary, however, a party was being planned. It was in the same building as the hatching complex but not on the grounds themselves, and as the hour of commencement drew near, those getting everything set up were bustling in and out of the giant room like worker bees. The room was vast, a multipurpose venue that could be used for all manner of events. At present, and thanks to Aesulla's natural affinity for making itself easily interchangeable on a whim, it was quite clearly being set up for quite a party. There was a stage to one side of the room, above which the wall had been converted into a massive television screen. On said stage were no less than three DJ booths, all of them currently in various levels of disarray as they were prepared for the night's events. Along the opposite wall were tables that were quickly being laden down with nearly every type of food and drink imaginable. Adjacent to them were an assortment of smaller, more personal tables, chairs, lounges, and all manner of furniture where people might make themselves comfortable. In the middle of the auditoriom the floor was left vast and empty, a dance floor for those who might feel so inclined or else just more space for everyone to mingle. "Dammit, Jonah!" A short but buff elf popped up from one of the DJ booths with an angry scowl on her face. The object of her ire was the booth to her left, where another elf was also trying to get his rig set up. He stopped what he was doing and gave her a questioning glance. "What is it now, Brixa?" "Don't you 'what is it now' me! Give me back my optical cables!" Jonah scowled. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." "Oh like hell," Brixa continued to fume. "Is that what you were doing when I caught you messing around earlier? Can't be bothered to bring your own gear so you have to steal mine--" "Stealing?!" Jonah shot back as he leaned over his table. "Oh, if we're gonna talk about stealing, why am I missing three sets of speakers? Three! I don't know how you expect me to use those supposedly stolen cables if I don't have anything to--" The pair might have continued on their tirade had the sudden loud, ear-piercing squeal of feedback not exploded across the (remaining) speakers of their rigs. And not just those speakers, but the ones set up around the stage, those positioned on the far side of the room, the ones in the ceilings, out in the hall... the entire facility's audio system suddenly rang forth with an unholy screech of improperly connected cablework. Work in the auditorium stopped dead, and all eyes turned toward the third DJ booth sitting on the stage. Ever so slowly a familiar, visored visage peeked up over the top of the table, his markings easing out of the shocked burst of reds into their usual default orange. Proxy tapped one foot lightly against the stage as he carefully lowered the purloined optical cables back down out of sight, the tip of his tail oh so discreetly nudging a stolen speaker into place so that it looked like it might belong in the midst of the bizarre amalgamation that was, apparently, his booth. O-O;;; Or, more accurately, their booth. Behind Proxy there were furtive movements and flashes of blue light as Torrent hastily sought to correct whatever issue had caused the outburst, the agonizing noise soon fading. "What are they--" "You have got to be kid--" "Someone get over there and stop them before they--" Hastily untangling himself from the numerous cables and cords that ensnared him, Proxy hopped over the table and hurried out across the stage to try and waylay the attendants coming to give them the boot. A blinking stop sign flashed across his visor, the glowing lines along his body flashing in a way that was reminiscent of police lights. There was a very reasonable explanation for all of this and if everyone would just stop trying to rain on their parade then maybe-- A whistle caught his attention. Proxy looked over his shoulder to see Torrent flash a thumbs up from beneath the table, and suddenly his entire demeanor changed. (☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Proxy made a strange motion with his hands. Anyone who was familiar with percussion instruments might recognize that he was twirling an imaginary pair of drum sticks between his fingers, but for most it probably looked more like he was doing a very odd rendition of spirit fingers. No one was expecting the first downward strike of air drums to actually work; a drumroll belted out over the speakers, not just those in the auditorium but again in every speaker throughout the building. The drums were joined shortly afterward by strings, courtesy of Torrent shredding some air guitar behind the table. \m/(*o*)\m/ The party had, apparently, started. (872 words) |
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| Nox | Mar 21 2017, 05:35 PM Post #2 |
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Noot Noot
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Nox and Baristra - Oh god i'm awake really! Tag - Ahm and Toke 1134 words (i'm so proud OTL) Several days since the bonding to the amazing dragon that is Baristra, Nox as been on cloud nine. It was like a dream come true, never did the blond think he would bond let alone to such an amazing creature. She surprised him everyday with something new. It was almost uncanny how well the culinary seemed to know him already. Three heavy new books rested on top of his dresser in their new wyrmling rooms. The book on the culinary element was obviously thumbed though at least once with bookmarks marking at least half a dozen pages. Nox is utterly amazed at all the applications and implications of such a unique element... Baristra has been a huge help in showing him a few hints and tricks but still has a loooong way to go. Hey that's what wyrmling training is for right? Still it was odd how well she explained things, she always seemed to know the best way to do so and help the knowledge stick. The ever present feeling of recognition is hard pressed against his mind, in almost the literal sense through the bond. It seemed that Baristra already knew how to sign and used it just as fluently as he did if she wanted. They make quite an animated couple after the shock of that knowledge wore off. Those first few days where a roller coaster for sure. Said dragon watched fondly over her sleeping rider. Despite all so many life times lived her rider was still the heavy sleeping goof ball he's always been. It was a comfort for the coffee dragon to know that even through the passage of time habits don't change. The new born culinary closed her eyes and concentrated. A coil of magic spread from her gut and engulfed her entire form. Shifting and morphing, her new form settled into a more human like shape. In the place of scales was dark coffee colored skin, her snout now a friendly oval humanoid face. Baristra's signature bright orange eyes twinkled in amusement as she opened them and looked down to admire herself. The small crystal that another hatching, Twig, gifted them tinkled softly on her main pair of horns. Nox got some wire a while ago and made a simple charm from it so that she can wear it as jewelry. Satisfied by what she saw the now humanoid dragon wandered to sit by her sleeping rider. Baristra nudged mentally through the bond time to wake sleepy! Her efforts were rewarded with a sleepy mumble of five more with a half hearted raised hand signing the same. This was something new in this life. Her rider before has always been born silent, this would be the first time she's had the opportunity to hear his voice. It brought the coffee dragon innumerable joy on how much medicine must have advance to have this now. On one hand they have always been close in the past since they first started to communicate through the bond. On the other though it was good to see him whole. With or with out a voice they will grow close again. "No, No five more Minutes, we have a party to get to." She laughed and dug at the covers to try and uncover her stubborn rider. Upon hearing her soft voice Merlot stirred and blinked blearily at the source. The young tragendire shifted her self at the end of the bed. "Mmmmm....party? Will there be food?" Baristra still nudged at their stubborn bonded as she replied. "Of course, i'll be there. Help me wake him. We won't get to dance if doesn't wake." As a small bribe the coffee dragon reached up and plucked a fresh ripe banana from her mane of foliage and offered it to Merlot. The first introductions between the two have been shaky at first, tragendires are naturally possessive of their chosen. Baristra was constantly offering the small beast treats and talked often to her, it helped to build a bridge between all three of them. One had to be soulless to not like Baristra though. Nox buried himself deeper under the covers as if it would shield him at all from Baristra's mental prodding. Stubbornness is a streak they all share it seemed. The tragendire took the bribe and with an evil, toothy grin she ripped off the covers in one fell swoop of her paws. They were both rewarded with a startled yelp from the stubborn elf as he was effectively tossed out of his own bed. Laughing Baristra offered him a hand up. "You had every chance to do it the easy way, Now go shower!" The order was followed if grudgingly as the elf was pushed into the bathroom to get ready. The signature hiss of the shower starting up was heard inside. They say showers are the best places to think. Nox does a lot of thinking in them. The hot water worked its magic in waking up the tired elf. They had spent the last few nights pouring over their new text books. It was so much to absorb, he wanted to learn it all. Baristra always seemed to be amused at this and gently steered him the right direction. Despite being a caffeine fueled being herself she always pushed him to bed when the hour grew to late. She knew his limits better than he did...that was getting uncanny. The revelation that they've bonded before in previous lives is still something the elf was trying to process. She seemed to remember much of their past while he had no clue other than a vague feeling of familiarity. Rider safely in the process of cleaning and mulling over his thoughts in the shower, the coffee dragon headed towards Ahm and Toke's side of the rooms. Things seemed to be strained? Or perhaps it was miscommunication. On the surface her rider seemed happy and excited and in truth he was but there was something troubling the back of him mind and she knew it dealt with the young centaur prince. What ever it was, the coffee dragon was determined to help her rider make it right again. Friends are important and she's going to make sure he won't make the same mistakes in the past again. "Toke? Ahm? Are you still here?" As she asked her question it was drowned out by the blaring sound of a drum roll over all the speakers including the ones in their rooms. "I swear i'm up, i'm up!!" Her rider's startled voice echoed from the bathroom. Baristra rolled her eyes in amusement, she turned back to the door and called out louder than drum roll. "Ahm, Toke? Ready to party!?" |
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| Capricorn | Mar 21 2017, 10:25 PM Post #3 |
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Fire/Viral Xensuneos Tag: Vespa (briefly); Open Word Count: 1,145 Life outside the shell was nerve-wracking, to an extent. Xensuneos ran her hands over the cover of her Fire textbook, flipping it over and running a talon down the table of contents. Fire, just fire, the hatching attendant that came over didn't even seem to ask if she had any other elements. That meant they didn't suspect anything. Xensu cast a glance at her body, down at her dexterous hands then to the needle on her tail. It just seemed so obvious, how hadn't anyone noticed? Perhaps it was that she already knew the conclusion. The Fire/Viral tried to step into the others' mindset for a moment. Xensu's family had tail needles, for the most part, and plenty of dragons had strange limbs. The virals had been exterminated long ago. There was no reason to suspect such a thing. That, in a way, scared Xensu more than the thought that she might be discovered. Conquillettiddia had to have an endgame, and it wouldn't be a huge leap to assume that that endgame could be unleashing a new plague with the same goal as before. Why settle for lesser goals, when all the other races and elements could be wiped out? There was no way to tell for sure, yet, but there was a good chance it would not be any time soon. Xensu could not feel that many, after all, the number of Virals left in the world could very well be in the single digits. Part of her, the part of her from days long past, wanted to see the Plague Queen dead. So many times had she died without a chance to live, and perhaps that had led Xensu to devalue her own life. She would be willing to sacrifice herself for such a goal. And yet... Part of her did not want to see that happen. It's just them in the back of my head, she assured herself, but she wasn't certain. There was some urge to obey the Plague Queen, after all, even if Xensu could resist it. But still, she was a Viral herself and understood their plight, even if a lot of it had been brought upon themselves. Oh... It was so confusing. Xensu allowed herself a slight whimper, casting her gaze up at the ceiling for just a moment. Did anyone else remember Vaccine, she wondered? There were heroes of old among Xensu's rookery-siblings, and perhaps one of them might not have forgotten. Speaking of which, someone had decided to classify Xensu as one of them, something that made her a bit uneasy. Yes, she did know most of them and many of them knew her, but she thought that she might have had more success studying with the younger souls, the ones who did not bear memories of the Viral War. A blessing and a curse, perhaps- that already seemed to be a theme of Xensu's short existence in this place and time. If they knew, they would be the most capable of killing her, but if they knew, perhaps they might also be the most likely to help. The sound came over the speakers, and Xensu jumped, startled from her thoughts. She might've been embarrassed, if it weren't for the fact that she was alone in her room. She sighed and cast a glance towards the door to the common living area. Twig often went to other rooms to spend the night with other wyrmlings, and so Xensu had been given a second roommate. She had not been happy about that, but didn't argue too much. Oknarel or Amneros would have been fine, they knew about Xensu's situation and they would support her. Vespa, on the other hand... Xensu had no idea what the bee-like dragon might think. Well, that must've meant that it was time. Xensu knew that there had been a party planned, although she didn't expect it to be so soon. She let out a sigh, closed her book, and opened the door into the living quarters she shared with Vespa and some nights with Twig."Vespa!" she called, unsure of where the Culinary/Forest was. "Guess that's our cue. You ready?" She marched towards the door without waiting for an answer, and indeed, part of her really didn't want one. She didn't want to be mean to Vespa, but at the same time, it felt like keeping her distance was safer for everyone involved. Xensu's behavior towards Vespa had been likely been a bit strange, seeming to act cold one moment, warm and helpful the next, and the Fire hadn't even really realized it. She had not been visibly scared or nervous, but those feelings were definitely having an effect on her behavior when her guard was down. She couldn't keep the act up every single moment, after all. She pushed open the door and emerged into the hallway. A few dragons and new riders were beginning to make their way through the halls, and Xensu joined them, sticking along one of the walls. She wasn't entirely sure where exactly the party was going to be held, but the crowd seemed to know where it was going. She was grateful this part of the hall had people gathering, if only because she liked the crowds. In groups, she was safe... Safe from a particular dragon, at least, or group of dragons. Her mind began to wander a bit, as it so often did. What if's, possibilities, courses of action... She actually had an opportunity to try and act them out, in this life. One wrong move and she was dead, but at least she was given a chance. Xensu was one of the first to arrive in the party room, and she stood awkwardly off to the side for a moment, trying to figure out what came next. At last, she spotted a table with some food (although she suspected they might have still been setting up others, considering how many wyrmlings, riders, and unbonded candidates there were). She walked over to it, not making a move to grab any food but instead hanging off to the side, puffing up her wings and making herself look a little more intimidating. She didn't really want to be here- it felt so much safer alone in her bedroom- but she would bear it. Maybe she could help build up her image. Or maybe... Xensu cast her gaze back to the entrance, where people and newly-hatched dragons alike were walking in. Maybe she could find one of the ancient dragons and somehow figure out if they could help her. There was that Mirror she could vaguely recall, her mortal sister Amneros, the pink and gold seraph, the misty spirit... anyone, really. Anyone at all. If she could use this party to somehow make more connections, that would be a success in the Fire's eyes. |
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| Silver | Mar 22 2017, 08:37 AM Post #4 |
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Maksim, Mesikämmen and Bolero to Zemal and Talixarra Word Count: 1,152 The past couple of days passed over Maksim like a blur. Sharing his headspace with a dragon and a Tragendire was exhausting, and he spent most of their first day together either feeding Mesi, Bolero, or nursing a pounding headache. The good news was that nothing much was expected of them the first couple of days of their training, and the days were his to do what he wanted with. The first day, all he'd wanted to do was sleep. He'd been surprised to find he had a new room assignment, and that surprise turned to absolute delight when he discovered he'd be rooming with Zemal. Not only did that mean he'd get to spend more time with his friend, but it also meant he had access to a suite instead of a room. Not that he'd use Zemal for the perk, of course, but he also wasn't going to complain when they were offered to him. Even after all this time, it was hard to believe that Zemal was a prince. It was mind boggling, actually. How did they both end up here, anyway? Maksim wasn't really a believer in fate. But maybe, this time... Nah. Just coincidence, right? A coincidence he was grateful for, for sure, but that's all it was. Looking deeper wasn't going to prove anything. That didn't stop him from staying up at night, however. He might have slept like a rock the first day following Bolero's hatching, but his days after that were sleepless. Though his body was tired, his mind was awake. He hadn't forgotten the events prior to the Hatching, either. Sure, he'd been compromised by that stupid arrow, but everything he said had been true. He'd found himself hoping that Zemal would simply dismiss his gushing as inebriated nonsense, but now he wasn't so sure. Sharing such close quarters with Zemal was eye-opening. Dragons above, he was infatuated. Mesikämmen slept soundly on the floor while Maksim slept nestled against Bolero. He'd spent most of his evenings curled up with her as he soaked in her presence. She was a boon to him now more than ever as she quietly sorted through his tangled thoughts and attempted to make sense out of them. "Have you considered just telling him how you feel? You've been friends for a long time. You don't know how he'll react. He may share the same feelings for you that you do for him." She suggested, voice soft as she hummed deep in her throat. Even that sound was musical, and Maksim sighed as he pressed himself more firmly against her warm side. "It doesn't matter how he feels," Maksim murmured. "It's what he's allowed to feel. He's a prince, which means he has duties. Obligations." "And yet you still mean a lot to him," She pointed out. "That much is clear. I would speak to him if I were you. I think you may be surprised with his answer." "Or totally humiliated," Maksim sighed. "I don't want to put him in a bad spot like I did on the obstacle course. I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable. Or obligated." "Obligated?" Mesikämmen chimed in sleepily from the floor. "Why would he feel obligated to like you? Have some confidence, Maksim. I know it's in there." He rose sluggishly to his feet and yawned massively. He shook himself, fur giving off slight sparks of flame as it ruffled and then lied flat. He returned Maksim's gaze when the elf gave him an irritated glance. "I haven't lost my confidence," He huffed. "That's not it at all. Zemal's kind. He thinks of other people before himself. He'd struggle with letting me down gently. I know he wouldn't want to. He'd be afraid of hurting my feelings." "You can't control what Zemal thinks, Maksim." Bolero reminded him gently. "You can only control what you do. Say your piece, and do it kindly. The rest is up to him.". She nudged him gently with her nose. "Perhaps not today, but think about it. For now, you should get up. Today's going to be a busy day, and you need to have a shower. What are you going to wear?" She'd already learned that the best way to settle Maksim was to direct his nervous energy into something more productive, such as personal care. An admitted peacock, he liked sprucing himself up for events, and today was going to be quite an event. And, possibly the last one he'd be able to go to for a while. After this, training would begin in earnest. "Which means that you should be responsible today. Don't drink until you're sick, or you'll regret it tomorrow. Come home alone." Mesikämmen advised. He sat himself bac on his haunches, businesslike as he watched Maksim slowly rise from Bolero's side. He stretched and yawned, fingers tugging idly through his simple braid. He'd have to think of a fancy way to wear it today. He wanted to impress. He took his time in the shower. The hot water felt nice, and he simply stood in the spray for several minutes, eyes closed and mouth slack as he let it wash over his body. He took extra time shampooing his hair, and scrubbed himself twice over until his skin was nearly pink. When finished, he chose an outfit of brilliant reds and golds for himself, accented here and there with green or blue. He could feel Bolero's approval of the outfit, which made him grin. He was glad she liked it: Their taste in colors were nearly exactly the same. He settled for donning his usual hairstyle, a loose side braid worn over one shoulder. When that was complete, he applied a thin line of kohl to both of his upper eyelids, groomed his brows, and added a subtle touch of golden powder to highlight the edges of his cheekbones. "Do you think that's a bit much?" Mesikämmen worried. "You haven't seen what anyone else is wearing yet. What if it's casual? You're dressed quite--" He trailed off, and Bolero quickly picked up the thought. "Perfectly," She hummed. "You look absolutely delightful." Ornamented was perhaps a better word, but this is what Maksim liked to do. He liked to stand out, and he liked attention. If dressing like this made him feel better, who was she to stop him? Besides, she wasn't lying. She did think he looked marvelous. Still, Mesikämmen's warning set him to chewing his lip. He padded quickly to Zemal's room, and nearly shit himself as sound coursed through the speakers. He looked around wildly, and then remembered-- Oh. The twins. This sounded like their sort of fare, at any rate. He took a moment to both calm himself and reassure himself that his robe was clean before he lightly opened Zemal's door and peered through the crack. "Party's soon," He said at once. "What are you wearing?" |
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| Silver | Mar 23 2017, 06:55 AM Post #5 |
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Aloran and Renezneth to Vee and Serenade Word Count: 710 There is no law saying that you absolutely must go if you don't want to. Aloran was up before the sun had even risen. He was a deep sleeper, and especially so when in such close quarters with other people (a feast for the mind if he'd ever seen one), but he was still early to rise. He didn't require as much sleep as humans or elves did, and that left him plenty of time, usually, to pursue his own hobbies. It used to, at any rate. Now, it seemed as though his hobbies were going to be replaced by duty. He didn't blame Renezneth for all that'd happened. He had after all, technically, come to the Hatching as a Candidate. He'd known this had been a possibility all along, and had simply neglected to imagine that it might happen to him. He'd already sent letters out back to friends to inform them that he would not be coming home for some time. It hadn't been until the last letter had been sent that he'd truly realized this was fate. He had a dragon to look after now, and his time was no longer his own. Whatever he'd planned to do had to be put on hold for now. He didn't mind that his time would be spent looked after Renezneth (who had been nothing but supportive and patient), but the idea of making an appearance at a party had him torn. Renezneth had no doubt caught on to his misgivings, and he could feel the crystal dragon stirring in the back of his mind. "I don't dislike parties," Aloran explained without the question needing to be asked. "I like them well enough." He liked parties he was used to, at least. They were an excellent opportunity for people watching and collecting gossip, both of which were guilty pleasures of his. He knew his manners and what was expected of him, but this was not true for this sort of party. That didn't mean he wasn't going to go, simply that he was out of his comfort zone. That's not bad, either. You're clever and you adapt well. You'll be fine. Besides, I will be with you, Renezneth reminded him. If you want to leave, say the word and we'll leave. No one will begrudge you the exit. True as that was, it still felt rather like surrender. Aloran wasn't used to giving up, and he didn't intend to start that trend now. He'd already decided to use his humanoid form for this event to save himself the startled stares. He was not ashamed of what he was, but acting as a representative for his people did have its drawbacks, especially for someone who generally disliked the spotlight. This form would allow him to perhaps save some of the awkwardness of his large body, for one. He'd have less trouble maneuvering through a crowd, as well. As careful as he was, sometimes stepping on toes was unavoidable. He sat in front of a mirror as he braided his hair, a traditional running braid which started at the top of his head, and worked its way down the back of his neck. Done well and tight, it'd keep his hair manageable and out of the way for the entirety of the party. He'd braided and knotted his tail to hide beneath his clothes, secure and out of the way. He'd taken time to wash, and his clothes, though simple, fit him well. He didn't own any of the finery he was sure to see today, but a simple, crisp, clean green robe with an embroidered sash would serve as well as anything else. You'll be more than fine. Besides, you're not here to impress anyone. You already have me. Aloran could hear the dragon chuckling good-naturedly at his own joke even through the wall which separated them. He allowed himself a slight smirk in response, and peered upwards into the mirror as he heard footsteps. Vee, perhaps? He'd been admittedly glad she'd been chosen as his roommate. Their dragons got along well, and he enjoyed her company. "If you are nearly ready," He called out softly so that she could hear, voice carrying its typical lilt, "We might walk over together." |
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| Heijale | Mar 23 2017, 11:47 AM Post #6 |
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[align=center]Wyrmling Elissaveta & Water/Sound Serenade Tag: Aloran & Renezneth (Word Count: 1067)[/align] The few days following the hatching had been peaceful. Vee had been doing what those days were meant for, and bonding more with Serenade. She knew there existed pairings that seemed the opposite of each other and appeared to merely deal with one another, but she was glad that she could boast that she and the water/sound dragon were not an example of said situation. Alternately, they were perfectly matched, in her opinion. The dragon's personality was rather in sync with her own, though she whole heartedly admitted that Serenade was much more perceptive than she was. Which, she supposed, was perfect. That didn't mean that she was completely serious, however, and Vee had caught her any number of times staring off in a daze, humming. It seemed to be the thing that she did, when nothing else was holding her attention. The elf could almost swear her dragon was producing music in her head, when her attention wasn't focused on more serious matter. And a more serious matter was exactly what she insisted the current situation was. There was a party to be held for all the Wyrmlings, herself included. And while she was content to go and blend into the background, snapping photos of all the happily bonded, Serenade had another idea altogether. And it wasn't at all that the dragon was pushy. It was more-so that Vee felt that Serenade knew best, though she didn't want to admit it. She often prided herself in the fact that she was rather average in appearance, and could simply disappear into the background when needed. It was something that came easily to her and something that, if she was completely honest with herself, something she preferred. However, the dragon had it in her head that she was not average in appearance and would not be blending in this particular evening, but in fact standing out so that she could get the attention she deserved as a Wyrmling. Which meant dressing formally and wearing... makeup. The dress, while somewhat aged, was a stunning shade of violet, and Vee had nothing against it, she just didn't want to be in it. And while she'd conceded to wearing it, she had put her foot down, rather forcefully, when the dragon had tried to talk her into applying makeup. She was a young woman who wore the dirt on her nose proudly, and Wyrmling celebration or not, she was not going to allow makeup to come anywhere near her face. She'd somehow managed to win that fight and was focusing on the struggle of her hair when the sounds of.... what she could only imagine were the two noisy twins.... came blaring through the speakers of her room. She slapped her hands over her ears and groaned, Serenade staring up at the speaker with her own look of alarm. It wasn't that it had startled her, really. But that was the rudest way she could possibly imagine to announce that the ceremony was under way. She turned her attention back to her rider, who was just twisting her hair into a somewhat less-messy-than-usual bun, and gave her head a little shake, the pits in her horns making a flutelike sound. That was definitely a noise Vee could deal with. She cast one more look in the mirror of her room, then started for the common room that she shared with Aloran. She'd been relieved to hear that the two would be rooming as Wyrmlings, not just because she was already comfortable enough with him that she trusted him around her very few belongings, but because she trusted his dragon, as well. Had she been stuck with the bat-like dragon, or the troublesome red one, she may have had to sleep with one eye open at all times. Instead, someone had taken into account that their dragons were already well acquainted -one could almost say they were already "partners in crime" - and roomed them together. They entered the common room together, Serenade on her right side, as had started to become customary. She left her rider's side only to join Renezneth, giving him a musical croon of a greeting as she settled beside him. She watched as Vee approached his door, then turned back to the Crystal at her side. I assume he is having just as many objections to this outing as Elissaveta is. One day she will have to grow accustomed to being in a spotlight, and not just in the background, observing. She told him quietly, turning her attention back to Vee. The elf had knocked lightly on his door, standing just outside of it until he acknowledged her. She knew how he liked his privacy and would not enter his room unless he expressed permission for her to do so. It was something she had vowed when they first became roommates, and something she had stuck to, and was determined to continue to stick to. Their rooms were their private areas, after all, and if he didn't want her in there, she wouldn't go in. And though the door was open, allowing her to see in, she still remained just outside of his room. She hadn't expected to see him in any form other than his centaur one, so to see him in his humanoid form had caught her off-guard for a moment. She'd felt, in the back of her mind, amusement, coming from her dragon and she gave her a mental poke. She didn't blame her for laughing at her, really. Afterall, dragons had alternate forms, so why had she not thought that centaurs could as well? She told her self it was merely because Aloran was the only centaur she really knew, and she'd never had reason to breach such a topic. She stood up a little straighter, fingering her mother's camera that she had thrown around her neck. It didn't quite go with the dress, but she wasn't about to go to the ceremony without a camera at all. She'd almost been shocked with Serenade had said nothing against it. "Yes, I'm about as ready as I think I can be," she told him as she smiled lightly and folded her hands in front of herself. She gave a small nod to herself, then moved back into the common room to join the dragons and wait to leave. |
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| Capricorn | Mar 23 2017, 07:16 PM Post #7 |
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Tag: Open Word Count: 1,043 For Anviel, it was strange to adapt to sharing her mind with another creature. Sure, she had experienced that with Genzai before Misuto, but it was different and even deeper with a dragon, more intimate somehow. That was without even factoring in that Misuto clearly knew far more than Anviel about subjects she had never dreamed of, which made things complicated. At least Anviel hadn't seen any ghosts or anything yet, but as far as she could tell, that ability would manifest itself within some time. It would've been a lie to say that she was excited about such a thing, but perhaps she was somewhat curious about what it would be like. Misuto, however, was a different story. Although she usually seemed to pay the spirits little mind, many times had she stopped to have a conversation with something that Anviel couldn't see. While only very few of these spirits were ones that Misuto could recognize, plenty knew of her, and were more than willing to help tell her more about the world as it was in the present day. There were many who just wanted to have a conversation, and that was fine, too. Between Anviel, the spirits, and what she had heard in the egg, Misuto had learned much about the present state of the world. It was nice to have a few days off before training really began. Genzai seemed to be letting Anviel and Misuto have their space, although it was obvious that, like most tragendire, he wasn't completely happy having to share his bonded. He was intelligent, however, and had great respect for Misuto and other dragons. And even though he wasn't quite able to grasp the idea of reincarnation and ancient souls yet, he did have an understanding that he couldn't claim he chose Anviel first. He did have very great respect for Misuto, however, and had found himself growing fond of her already. She seemed to know much about the spirits of the sea, and while Genzai wasn't familiar with the spirit part, per say, he was interested in the bodies of water he so often displayed across his coat. On this particular day, Genzai was fast asleep, his watery fur shifting as it always did. Perhaps such rapid growth was tiring him out, as he'd been sleeping quite often as of late. In another part of the room, Anviel was looking over the pages of one of the elemental textbooks, paying attention to little except what she was reading. Misuto was using the dragon-sized laptop she had been issued, browsing the internet with the aid of her wings as well as her forelegs. It would be easier to use such devices once she learned a humanoid form, in this life, but that was of little concern to her as she poured over history archives, trying to obtain a well-developed understanding of what had transpired since her last life and what society remembered. At some point, Anviel set down the book and walked over to Misuto, putting her hand on the dragon's shoulder, enjoying the softness of her mane. The elf peered at what the dragon was doing, tilting her head. She'd known that Misuto was looking at history, but wasn't curious about what and why, exactly. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Anviel asked. Misuto shook her head, casting her glance back at her rider. "Merely catching up. In death, awareness of current events is... different." In the days since bonding to Misuto, Anviel had learned more about death and spirits than she had ever really expected, both from the Spirit textbook and Misuto herself. Perhaps such swift learning was to be expected, considering Anviel had gone from knowing nearly nothing about spirits to bonding to an expert on the topic. It was hardly scratching the surface, so far, but any knowledge at all was significant when Anviel had known almost nothing before. When the sound suddenly came over the speakers, Anviel and Misuto alike seemed rather surprised, looking up in the direction of the speaker to try and figure out where it had come from. Genzai stirred slowly, and eventually rose to his feet, giving Anviel and Misuto a look to make sure they were both alright, before he realized what was going. He hardly seemed to be jealous of the dragon (though there definitely was a little bit), and had taken up protection of her as well as Anviel. The elf definitely took priority, though, although the tragendire did hold great respect for the spirit dragon already. "I did not think the party was set to start for some time," Misuto noted, moving away from the computer and standing up a bit straighter. Anviel shrugged, beginning to pack a few things into the same bag she had used for the hatching. It was lighter, considering that the party would almost certainly be shorter than the hatching, barring extraordinary circumstances of some sort. One of the items, she decided after a moment, would be Misuto's laptop, in case she wanted to continue browsing the internet at the party. Phones would be out of the question for the young dragon- the speech-to-text she'd been using would probably be very difficult to work considering how loud parties could get. The three of them, elf, dragon, and tragendire, set out into the halls, making their way to the room where the party was being held. It wasn't too far a walk from their room, and it wasn't long before the three of them had emerged into the place the party was being held. Genzai went off somewhere to see if he could find other tragendire, while Misuto took a spot by the door, waiting to see if any of the other Ancient dragons were willing to talk. There was much she wanted to discuss in this life and time, and although there was going to be plenty of opportunities, she wanted to start as soon as possible. Anviel stood with her dragon, hand on her shoulder, the other hand checking the texts on her phone. She wasn't really friends with many of the other candidates- many now riders- but perhaps that would change now that Misuto seemed to know so many of the other wyrmlings. |
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| Silver | Mar 24 2017, 06:23 AM Post #8 |
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Nature/Dream Ballard Tag: Open Word Count: 1,016 A week earlier... Deep in the heart of the Lomiran forests was an expansive cave system. It wound its way underground, old as the world itself. There were still some beasts who called these caves home, adapted to the dark, the cold, and the constant of water. He was not one of these forgotten creatures, however. For years--A human's lifetime, at least, rising only to eat and drink--He had lounged in the semi-darkness of his home. He slept for many of these years, hidden away from prying eyes by the nature of his home, shaped by his will and by the vivid dreams he walked. And now, from beneath a blanket of moss and leaves, he shifted. [align=center] [/align]The Nature dragon lifted his head and sleepily shook a torrent of fallen leaves from his antlers. Sunlight trickled in from the cracks and holes in the earthen ceiling above, creating dapples of golden light on his coat. He was aware quite suddenly of two things: A gnawing, aching hunger, and also a lingering sense of unease. He'd woken so suddenly, almost as if jolted awake. In this cavern, he could hear only the splashing of water and the soft sounds of birds calling from somewhere within the trees. It was peaceful, but the air around him felt disturbed. Excited. Something was happening, and he had nearly missed it. He stretched his limbs one at a time, front toes kneading the soft earth in front of him. He unfurled his wings slowly and carefully, and with a great heave and flap of his wings, he left the solitude of his cavern home. Now the world was very much alive around him, buzzing with all sorts of interesting news. Earthquakes, new titans, discord brimming between the different countries. He'd woken just in time for the start of conflict, but also something else: A Hatching. There were few things he delighted in as much as the beginnings of a new life, and it did not take him long to make the decision to travel to Asuella. The city might not have been to his taste, but a Hatching was a Hatching, and every sign pointed to Asuella being like a volcano, brimming from the bottom and ready to erupt. Something was going to happen, and he'd be of no use to anyone sitting by himself in a cave. And so, he traveled. Ballard had never been a dragon who sought the spotlight. He didn't consider himself to be a creature of great importance, either. The rain did not demand respect for the work it did, and neither did the sun. They were silent and dutiful, and so too was he. He had been unassuming in his Elven form, content to stay with the crowds, blend in, and observe. From his high seat in the stands, he'd quietly watched the birth of ancient dragons and the coming of a holy force such as the world hadn't seen for-- Well. He'd certainly never seen it in his lifetime. He considered his misgivings confirmed: Trouble was on the horizon, and he would have to step out of his cavern if he wished to stand against it. He was relieved to discover that some traditions didn't change. A celebration had always followed Hatchings, and this would provide him the opportunity he sorely needed to speak with-- Well, anyone. How long had it been since he'd simply spoken a word? He'd practiced somewhere quiet and safe, feeling like a fool the entire while. His voice had been raspy, the sort of scratchiness one might expect from someone who hadn't used it in a very long time. He didn't have any money to purchase new clothes from a store, either, and his chosen garb was lovely if noticeably outdated. Dressed and groomed, he entered the venue feeling only slightly out of place. What had happened to music? Oh, how horrendous. The noise hurt his ears, and he grimaced against it as he walked. Everything about parties were upsetting, really. They were obnoxiously bright and noisy and encouraged idiocy, among other things. What was it about loud music and bright lights that made people forget their manners? He was jostled on his way in without so much as an excuse me, which was irritating in and of itself. The transgression was quickly forgiven, however. He couldn't expect people to make much of him when he was admittedly attempting to stay quiet and unassuming. He thirsted for news above all else, of course. Rumors were well and good, but rumors and gossip didn't satisfy. Unfortunately, he found himself in a bit of a daze. Most of these dragons he didn't even know. He wouldn't accomplish anything by standing against a wall, however, and he endeavored to be proactive in this quest of his. He needed to reacquaint himself with this world, and now was as good a time as any. He sidled up next to the nearest warm body and offered a quick, closed-lipped smile of greeting. "it was a remarkable hatching," He stated by way of greeting. "Such twists and turns-- I wonder what this might mean for our future." Too serious to start with? He quickly thrust his hand forward. Rude of him, to forget the standard greeting. Hand-shaking. Odd, but undeniably charming. "I beg your pardon. My name is Ballard." He didn't bother to mention that he was a dragon. At the moment, that fact was irrelevant. He found his eyes and mind wandering even as he spoke, his attention focused on the gathering crowd and the dragons who walked among them. Where where the ancients he'd seen born before? He longed to meet them. They were young yet, but even the youngest among them would hopefully have memories of a life before this one. So many questions, just waiting to be answered... And his attention was slipping . He was being rude, wasn't he? "I apologize. I've been a bit out of touch." He stated matter-of-factly. "And I'm a bit overwhelmed. 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| Void | Mar 24 2017, 10:47 AM Post #9 |
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Alethia and Fate/Lunar Shiruba Tag: Xensuneos Word Count: 650 Since the hatching Aletheia had been in a haze where time was lost to her. Bonding to Shiruba was something she had not expected to happen but realized was something that was well, fated. Like many of the bondings this hatching season their souls from past lives were reunited in this lifetime. She suddenly found herself dreaming of lands she had not seen before, longing to cross a large sea in search for something. Sometimes when she would look at Shiruba just so a strong sense of having done so before would wash over her almost like deja-vu, but the harder she tried to focus on such a memory the quicker it would slip away from her. Shiruba had told her memories of their past lives together were beginning to surface since the reuniting of their souls but the elf was still caught off guard whenever it happened. Most of her time the past few days had been spent snuggling against Shiruba and going through the books that had been given her. Fate and Lunar. The Lunar book seemed rather straight forward but the Fate element was much more complicated. A lot went into it some you could control and just as much it seemed you could not and being a child of the Celestial Plane meant there was a lot more to her powers than this book held. She didn't worry to much about understanding her soul mates elements right away there were months worth of classes ahead of her for that. Aletheia had been roomed with Idazon and Revontulet in a Suite probably due to Shiruba's status. She had spoken with the centaur briefly throughout their candidate classes and she looked forward to getting to know him better for indeed the centaur people were the closest thing to family she had. One of their favorite things to do together was look at maps and talk of what had changed since Shiruba last was part of the world. Aletheia would show her where she had been and tell her stories of the people she had met, beautiful landscapes she had seen places she wanted to go back to some day and now with someone to show it to. Aletheia was getting ready for the party while Shiruba flipped through some maps she had pointed out to her. The elf had decided to wear the formal wyrmling outfit that had been provided them as none of her clothes were appropriate for such an occasion and she had no desire to go shopping for clothes she would never wear outside an occasion such as this. The elf jumped with a yip in surprise at the sudden screeching noise that blared into their room. It didn't take her long to realize it must be from the Twins as the music that followed had their signature all over it. "I don't hate this city but I would be lying if I didn't say I couldn't wait to leave it." Aletheia muttered to herself as she finished getting ready. "We have much to learn here still, but I understand the longing to be out there again." Shiruba chuckled as she put away the maps. "Are you ready to join the others? It will be good to see many of them again." Nuzzling her rider the Fate/Lunar waited for Aletheia to join her before heading to the commons. Many riders and dragons were still filtering in and conversations were starting as they arrived. Looking around Shiruba noticed Xensuneos looking around seeming to decide whether to talk to people or stay separate. The Fate/Lunar felt a strange tug toward the Fire dragon and so decided to approach her. "I was not expecting the party to start with such intensity." She chuckled with amusement glancing over to the Twins. "Did they startle you as well?" |
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| Capricorn | Mar 24 2017, 05:15 PM Post #10 |
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Tag: Ballard Word Counter: 1,027 At some point after Misuto took up a spot by the wall, Anviel felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She stepped away from the entrance so she could text without being in the way of people trying to come in, and pulled her phone out to see what she'd been sent. Hey, Anviel, when you think we can come over? I know a good place we can take you and Misuto tonight if you want. It's popular with the Aesullian dragon riders, Afrastrasia and I go there all the time. It was from her brother, who had not been involved with the hatching festivites, and was clearly unaware the party had already started. The post-hatching party started, Anviel replied. Probably not tonight. Ah, you have fun then, her brother texted back, after a few moments. I'd go, but Afrastasia wouldn't like it. Her brother's Null dragon had never been a fan of crowds. Anviel took a glance over at Misuto still standing by the door, before browsing the internet. She clicked on a news article about the hatching, reading it and looking at several of the pictures included in the gallery. Having been personally involved in this year's hatching, Anviel loved reading what the media had to say, and having been the first hatchling this year, Misuto was one of the dragons that was pictured more than some others. The Spirit/Air/Water did not stay near the door for very long, however. She was distracted by a spirit that had appeared next to her, one that appeared in the form of a great bird of prey. Misuto moved away from the door, in the opposite direction that Anviel had gone, as the ghost perched on the wyrmling's horns. How odd, she noted thoughtfully. For a spirit to appear at a party like this. She spent some time communicating with the spirit, her body language indicating that she was busy even if most of the other dragons could not see why, away from her rider. Anviel finished up the article she was reading and put her phone away, scanning the room for Genzai. He appeared to be getting some food from somewhere, and she smiled, closing the bag she had around her side without looking at it. Suddenly, she seemed to feel that another person had arrived, and turned her head in time to see the apparent elf as he began to speak. The first thing she took note of was his clothes. While they were certainly nice, Anviel recognized the styles as something that one would be far more likely to see a while back- perhaps centuries ago. She didn't let her gaze linger, though, and instead returned the man's smile. A remarkable hatching, what is meant for their futures... Anviel wondered if perhaps this man might've bonded too, although she didn't see a bonding crystal nor recognize him from lessons. That hardly meant anything, though- Anviel's own bonding crystal was hidden under the red dress she was wearing, and there had been hundreds of candidates. And of course, the return of ancient dragons and the arrival of Orphiel were major events regardless of who someone was, it was just more important for some than others. She blinked when Ballard introduced herself, having not even noticed the lack of an introduction. It was then she also realized she had failed to respond to his earlier statement, and was quick to offer an apology. "Oh! No, no, Ballard, forgive me. I'm Anviel Veyanir, the pleasure is mine," she hastily moved to grasp Ballard's hand, giving a hasty and perhaps somewhat awkward handshake. "But yeah... definitely. I haven't been able to get my mind off the hatching since it happened. I mean, the birth of new dragons is always exciting, but this one really just seemed to be something special." She paused as Ballard offered his own apology. "Really, it's fine. Nice to have something be consistent even as times change, yeah?" she still seemed somewhat flustered. Meanwhile, Misuto had finished whatever she was doing, and had gone to find Anviel. It did not take her long to locate her rider standing with what appeared to be another elf, and Misuto paused just out of earshot for a moment to watch them. The other elf was not familiar to her, but his soul was... interesting, to say the least, although she couldn't quite pinpoint it. Her skills, so soon after hatching, were not quite what she was used to- perhaps she would half to ask one of the nearby spirits about him. After that brief moment of contemplation, the spirit strode up to Anviel and Ballard, her gait graceful and deer-like. A small amount of spirit mist separate from her mane was flowing around her, forming itself into the shape of animals like deer and lions and birds before disappearing into thin air. Perhaps Ballard might recognize her from the hatching, if he'd arrived early enough (or even elsewhere, if he'd ever read specific pieces of scripture or other old literature). "I apologize for the late arrival," she said, lowing herself into a brief, polite bow before Ballard. She straightened herself again and began to speak, her voice echoing perhaps a little bit more than usual. "I am Misuto, Anviel's bonded. Ballard, is it not?" Although she had not been there to hear the conversation with her own ears, she did understand what had already been said through her bond with Anviel. Another pause. Misuto took a step back closer to Anviel, wrapping her tail around the elf (some day in the not-so-distant future, Anviel would be able to sit on Misuto's foot like this). "Worry not, I suppose I'm not particularly in touch with the present myself," she said. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, what brings you here?" She was curious about what exactly he was as well as what he was doing- candidate, newly-bonded rider, something else... Misuto wondered who Ballard was. Although she didn't know that he was curious about the ancient dragons, she would be happy to answer most any question he had, especially if he answered hers in kind. |
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| Wrenpie | Mar 24 2017, 07:31 PM Post #11 |
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// rivalel lanraitha & crystal/floral diphylleia 690 wc tag: open there was something incredibly new about bonding to a dragon. bonding in general, perhaps. neither imagination or dreams had prepared her for this, not quite. many things still lay beyond her comprehension, things that diphylleia slowly nudged towards understanding in the short days that followed. odd dreams had followed; of great oceans and vast plains, and herself ( but also not quite ), sat astride the crystal-flower dragon. past lives, now that was something unheard of. yet the memories that slowly seeped back were rather undeniable, confusion easing into vague semblances of understanding as diphylleia explained, ever patient and kind. riva set about her learning with renewed gusto, or at least, made plans to hit the books with vigour once training actually commenced. she was reluctant as ever to visit the library. instead, she sprawled across the bed, a textbook lying open but relatively untouched on her bed, peering at diphylleia as the dragon leisurely began pre-reading her given textbooks. now, diphylleia had taken to the adjustment better than riva, quickly making herself comfortable in the provided quarters. cheerily ignoring whatever protests their roommate might have had at the act ( but compromising, slightly, by confining them to a side of the room ), diphylleia set about dotting the windowsills with potted plants. the idle, melodious chiming of crystalline windchimes became a welcome constant, creating an aura of tranquillity around her. on occasion, her voice would float through, breezy and content. they never really ran out of things to talk about. a peace settled over the pair, of old friends reunited, despite the dragon's very appearance being telling of trouble brewing on the horizon. that, however, was not the point of today. there was a party planned, as customary following hatchings. she was reading, curiosity insatiable despite a disinclination towards reading, but when the opportunity represented itself ( in form of a gentle reminder by diphylleia to probably crawl out of bed and get ready ), riva was all too eager to abandon the textbook on her covers. amused, diphylleia watched as riva grabbed an assortment of clothing from her wardrobe and darted into the bathroom. it was a good thing that she was quick to get ready; two steps out of the bathroom and music blared over the speakers, loud and obnoxious and likely the work of the twin dragons. diphylleia hid a laugh as riva jumped at the sound, but her mirth was easily detected through their mental connection. diphylleia held out a flower as a playful olive branch offering, one that riva accepted, now also grinning in excitement. "the party is starting earlier than i expected," riva admitted, tucking the proffered carnation behind an ear. "that's good, isn't it? didn't you want to meet the rest of the riders properly this time?" diphylleia asked, knowing all too well that it was exactly what riva wanted to do. riva had not really befriended many of the now-riders, almost reluctant to form new bonds lest she didn't become a rider and would have to leave their companionship. few from the previous candidacy had remained in contact ( the feeling was bittersweet ), one of which she had been texting excitedly over the last few days. now, however, was a different story. with a spring in her step, she made her way to the party venue. diphylleia herself was keen to reconnect with the other ancients, eyes shining as she trotted alongside. politely squeezing against the door frame to avoid bumping into anybody, riva paused to let diphylleia step forward as they entered. the dragon trailed a thin carpet of pink and purple flowers as she strode in, wisteria flowers draped about her like a flower-sewn shawl as she looked about. riva, on the other hand, made a bee-line for the food and drinks, helping herself to a cup of what was probably fruit punch. "man, the past few days have been wild, haven't they?" she remarked conversationally to the unknown figure not too far away. fruit punch procured, she turned more fully to face them, flashing a smile. "how have things been going on your end? learn anything interesting?" |
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| Silver | Mar 25 2017, 04:51 AM Post #12 |
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Nature/Dream Ballard Tag: Anviel and Misuto Word Count: 682 Had he done something improper? She appeared confused. He was willing to put that off as his mistake rather than any of her own personal failings. He'd never been too good with these sorts of things, but he earnestly did want to make sure she, at least, was comfortable. He nodded sagely in response to her comment. "Consistency is only good as long as the world is good. I wonder, what might we change about the world we live in as it is now?" He pondered that question himself. So many things were changing, and it was difficult for him to determine the cause. Strife? War often started out of two things: Either a thirst for power, a result of evil-- Or else strife, a result of neglect. There were other causes, of course: Rebellion, for instance. But his mind was getting off track, and he became suddenly and acutely aware of the silence which had fallen between them. He smiled. "But those are thoughts for another day. Today, we ought to take the time due to celebrate new beginnings." Hatchings were like the coming of spring after a long winter: New beginnings and new life after a time of silent waiting and anticipation. Watching the first dragon break shell was like watching the first flowers bloom, and it always made him shiver with delight. A third voice entered their conversation, and Ballard turned to watch the hatchling approach. Ah, he knew he'd recognized this girl, this Anviel! He hadn't been close enough to the sands themselves to see her Bond, but he'd watched on the large megascreen. Hers had been the lovely Misuto, an ancient. He was delighted at his own good fortune. The dragon strode close to them now, and he eagerly took a step forward to greet her. Yes, there was certainly something different about her. She felt far older than her body would suggest. He eagerly took in every inch of her, his hands clasped behind his back. "Yes, I am Ballard. I know you, Misuto. I saw when you hatched." He promptly informed her. Ballard nodded when she practically confirmed her status as an Ancient, content that his assumption had been correct. For now, he gave Anviel a small but apologetic smile. She seemed like a kind soul, and he would be glad to speak to her later, but for now he had one goal, and Misuto could serve for that better than she. "I beg your pardon." He apologized to her, and then turned his attention completely on her dragon. "A couple of reasons," He answered her quickly. "First, to see the Hatching. That is finished. Secondly, because I was awoken by something startling. I fear there's something on the horizon," He murmured, tone low and worried. "And all the signs pointed to here. So, here I came. But I don't wish to speak of that right now," He added. "I'd much rather talk to you, if you wouldn't mind the conversation. You're an Ancient. That must be quite a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. What do you believe you can offer this world you live in now?" Surely, their arrival here must mean something. Although no ancient himself, Ballard was well-acquainted with ancient things. The very cavern in which he lived was ancient, and the rocks spoke in their own, subtle way. The mountains on which he perched were ancient, and the songs the wind sang upon their peaks was as old as time itself. Oh, yes, he was familiar with being in the presence of something old and powerful. Misuto was both of these things. He took in a sudden, deep breath. Ballard knew that he was being forward, and such things in conversation were usually regarded as impolite. He didn't mean to make her uncomfortable. "I apologize, Misuto. Anviel," He included her rider with a tilt of his head. "I've been away for a long time, and it appears I have much to say. You're under no obligation to answer me, of course. My curiosity does have a tendency to run rampant." |
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| Silver | Mar 25 2017, 11:06 AM Post #13 |
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Aloran and Crystal Renezneth Tag: Vee and Serenade Word Count: 588 Aloran enjoys parties. What he doesn't like is being in the spotlight. He would prefer to skirt the edge and watch from outside. Renezneth slyly replied to Serenade's comment. He knew that Aloran wasn't looking forward to this party, but he also knew that once his rider was out in the midst of people, he'd forget his misgivings and get lost in the rush of the moment. People watching from the side was well and good, but actually beinr with people could tell him more. He might appreciate the party for that reason alone, Renezneth hoped, if not simply because parties were supposed to be fun. He knew that Aloran knew that word. Had he forgotten what it meant? The centaur in question blinked in surprise as he watched Vee's reflection in his mirror. His eyes shifted to focus on her. He hadn't seen her dressed up like this before, and the effect it had on her was a touch startling. She was pretty, he decided. Perhaps he'd always known it in the back of his mind, but the thought came unbidden to his mind as he took in the sight of her hair and outfit. The cameras was indeed out of place, but she wouldn't have looked like herself without it. "I appear to be the one holding us up, then," He admitted. "Give me a few moments, and I will be ready." He had to admit that he'd enjoyed the little look of surprise on her face when she'd seen him as well. He hadn't really kept his other form a secret, it was simply that he was just as comfortable in four hooves as he was in two. He gained little benefit for having a smaller body, save for that he was less intimidating to look at. People's uneasiness around horses did usually carry over to centaurs as well, he'd noticed. He finished with his hair and allowed himself a parting glance at his reflection before he joined Vee in the common room. "Renezneth is confident he can excite me over this event," He commented as he halted by the dragons. He did stroke the wyrmling along the neck, however. Their bond was perhaps not as quick to flourish as others had been (he hadn't spent a single night snuggled into his dragon's side, for instance), but they were slowly working out their differences. Aloran was not the most open or forthright with his emotions, and while this did not make him easy to know, it didn't mean he wasn't worth knowing. He's been making an attempt, and Renezneth had been patient. The fruits of their labor were finally starting to show, no matter how rehearsed their interactions appeared to be. "You look lovely," Aloran offered as they began to walk, Renezneth padding along his side. "That color suits you." "I did try to get him to wear something with a bit more color," Renezneth commented as they continued on, "But he insisted on being predictable." "I prefer practical. I don't own many clothes for this form," He explained to Vee. "Most of what I have is more suitable for work. As you can imagine, I haven't been to many fancy balls or parties before this one." Not only that, but he quickly learned that most of the tailors here had never dressed a centaur before. Any clothes he wanted would have to be specially tailored or shipped in, and he didn't have that kind of time or money. In the meantime, this would do. |
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| Capricorn | Mar 25 2017, 01:58 PM Post #14 |
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Fire/Viral Xensuneos Tag: Alethia and Shiruba Word Count: 624 Shortly after arriving, Xensu departed her spot against the wall to fetch something to eat. There didn't seem to be any pineapple set up (which Xensu had decided was her favorite food in this lifetime), so she was instead content to grab a few slices of cake and a utensil to eat it with. She scampered back to the spot she'd previously taken up, eating slowly and spending most of her time staring at the more timid wyrmlings, not with hostility but in an unreadable way so as to be intimidating. She glanced briefly at Diphylleia as the Crystal/Floral arrived, and although the other dragon was an Ancient and thus familiar, Xensu didn't feel a particular reason to go over and say hello. Xensu hadn't seen the Fate approach, although her expression shifted only slightly when the dragon came over. She looked familiar... Xensu had seen her at the hatching and in past lives, but it took a while to place a name. She decided to forgo that for a moment, instead nodding and replying to the Fate. "Hey man, nice to see you," she greeted with a polite nod of her head. Xensu's gaze followed that of the other dragon, and she carelessly fluffed out her wings a bit. "Nah, I wouldn't say they scared me. But I mean, I don't think any of us really expected the party to start this soon." Her tone was casual enough, like nothing really concerned her. She took another moment to study the Fate from nose to tail, but still, the name wasn't coming. The Fire/Viral shifted her eyes to the rider for a moment, not like that would help- reborn dragons tended to stay similar over time, while riders changed greatly. Before she even looked back at the Fate, the name hit her- Shiruba. Oh, of course. The Moonbearer, the Wayfinder, among other titles. Xensu was almost embarrassed it took her this long. She wondered if Shiruba might remember her as well- the other Ancient dragons seemed to have vague memories of her, if Misuto and a few others were any indication. Thankfully, however, whatever they remembered of Xensu, her second element was not apart of it. No one seemed to remember that she was a Viral. That being said... Maybe Shiruba could help. If Vaccine was alive, Shiruba would probably be one of the dragons most capable of locating her. Of course, it wasn't like Xensu could just directly go out and say that, not like this. Take it slow, take it slow. The Fire assured herself. "Shiruba, yeah? Been a long time. I'm Fire Xensu- I know a few others have had trouble remembering me." Might as well start somewhere. Xensu's element was added just in case. "Y'know, seems a lot has changed. I got lots of places and a few people I'd like to see again. Eventually, I suppose." She flashed a smooth, confident smile, her presentation and body language definitely at odds with her internal feelings. "How about you? Well, I mean, I guess that's kind of your thing." Xensu had a few other pieces of cake in bowls on a ledge, and after a moment, she turned around to grab them, offering a slice to both Shiruba and Alethia. "I guess you're Shiruba's rider?" Her tone definitely wasn't warm or friendly, but she didn't sound hostile either, more like she was stating a fact. "I grabbed some extras. Guess you two can help yourself," she offered, although the tone still wasn't very warm. Maybe the gesture was a bit more kind than Xensu was trying to make herself seem, but it felt like a good idea. |
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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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| Capricorn | Mar 25 2017, 05:26 PM Post #15 |
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Tag: Ballard Word Count: 571 Anviel did not seem to mind being passed over in favor of Misuto, and indeed, might've even been a little bit grateful for it. She gave a little wave and moved to press her back back against the wall, watching Ballard and Misuto as they spoke. Anviel could sense that Misuto had her own questions, but for now, the elf was simply happy to listen to Ballard and her bonded as they spoke. She was still seeking some answers herself, and perhaps another would be able to find more of the right questions to ask Misuto. Maybe it wasn't a riddle Anviel could solve on her own. Misuto was almost still as she listened to Ballard speak, apart from the ever-present flowing of her mane. When he apologized, the spirit shook her head and rose one of her front feet to indicate that it was no necessary. Still, she did not answer right away, instead tilting her head as if to ponder for a moment. "If you want to know precisely why we have come, exactly, that is something I cannot answer," she said at last. "For that is something I do not know myself. I suppose, in general, we have come offering what we always have. For me, that is peace, that is serenity, that is hope." She was looking at Ballard when she finished speaking, but her gaze seemed oddly unfocused, like she was looking at something beyond him. She shook her head, turning it back to look at him. "Responsibility? I suppose. I think little of it. I am as I have always been, and I am content with that. The responsibility I have been given is not mere duty, but so integral to what I am that it has etched itself into my very being," she said. "That is not to say it is never troublesome. For instance, there are some among us who concern themselves with the thoughts of others. My own priorities have, for the most part, transcended such things." Her eyes glanced beyond once more, and Misuto sat quite still, her tail remaining curled around her feet. Without any visible movement of her body, more mist began to form around her body. It was not a particularly large amount, not enough to obscure anyone but herself, and even then only for a moment, before the mist seemed to take on a life of its own. Next to her, the mist formed itself into the shape of two deer, one a great stag and the other a doe, two spirits given a physical appearance. They began to move, bounding in a circle after each other over and over, staying where they were near Misuto and Ballard. "I speak to the spirits of the land, and they speak to me in turn," Misuto said, her words very intentional rather than connected to the mist she had summoned. "And I listen." A mild breeze seemed to pass, so strange indoors that it had to have come from Misuto. The deer forms dispersed, and with that she turned her gaze back to Ballard, her expression calm and expectant. "So I must ask, even if you do not hear them as I do, what did you see?" Misuto's own curiousity had not yet been sated, but that was fine. She was patient, she would be consent to answer Ballard's questions as she pushed harder for answers to her own. |
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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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| Heijale | Mar 26 2017, 03:36 PM Post #16 |
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Cupcake Queen
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[align=center]Wyrmling Elissaveta & Water/Sound Serenade Tag: Aloran & Renezneth (Word Count: 622)[/align] Serenade's eyes had danced at the look on her rider's face when the elf had come back to her to wait for her friend to finish getting ready. She wasn't surprised by the fact that Aloran had another form; it seemed completely logical to her. But she was amused at Vee's reaction to it. She kept her amusement to herself and her rider, however, as to not embarrass her, and instead, gave Renezneth a subtle nod. She understood well what he meant. Their riders, though very different, were also quite alike. It's what drew them both to each other and to their respected dragons, though truth be told, the dragons were the ones who'd been drawn to them. Each time, Vee had been the same: observant, sweet, and more willing to blend into the background so that others could have the spotlight. It was something that Serenade loved about her, but also something that she had to teach her had a time and a place. So she was not at all surprised to hear that her Crystal friend was having the same battles with his rider that he'd had time and time before. She'd risen to her feet when Aloran had finally appeared from his room and looked him over. While she didn't understand her rider's shock at the form that the centaur now had, she did understand why there had been a red tint to the girl's cheeks when she'd entered the room. He looked rather dashing dressed in his robes with his hair done, and she could feel the Vee felt the same. She gave a light noise, something of a sigh that sounded more like someone blowing air through a reed pipe, as the centaur complimented his rider. When Vee hesitated for the slightest second, Serenade bumped her in the hip, throwing her slightly off balance, and crooned for her. "Despite Elissaveta's apparent lack of anything to say, know that she appreciates the compliment, and that practical or not, your choice of clothing compliments her's beautifully. It may appear to some that the two of you planned it this way." Ve stuttered for a moment, blushing as she walked beside her friend, before she found her words. "Please don't think me rude," she said finally. "I'm not accustomed to dressing in such a way, and as a result, I'm not terribly used to getting the compliments that come with it. I do, as Serenade said, appreciate it." She paused for a moment, wringing her hands. She wished to also pay him a compliment, as he did look dashing and very well put together, but she didn't wish for it to sound like she was only paying him a compliment because he'd paid her one. She thought for a moment before resting a hand on her dragon's side as she all but floated gracefully beside her as they made their way to the party with the other Wyrmlings. Finally, she turned her attention up to him, still being a good bit shorter than him, even in his current form, and smiled lightly, a touch of a mischievous grin gracing her face for once. "Shame on you for hiding this form from me. I understand though. It wouldn't do to have all the ladies pounding down our door to get to you. I'm not certain I'll know how to deal with it now that they'll all see you tonight. She said, teasingly. She turned her attention to her dragon. "Whatever shall we do with this situation, Serenade?" The dragon chuckled, both at the comment and at the way her rider had decided to get over her embarrassment at having not been able to pay her friend a proper compliment. "How indeed..." [align=center]Wyrmling Oknarel Tag: Open (Mentions of Chalcedon) (Word Count: 371)[/align] Oknarel was starting to get used to the current arrangement and his roommate. He'd been amused when he'd learned that he'd be rooming with one of the Crystal princes. Smart, he'd had to admit, to room him with a dragon that he could have almost no ill effect on. One couldn't really call him immune to the Lava/Toxic dragon, as no one was completely immune to anyone, but it was close enough. Not only in physical aspects, but in personality as well, Chalcedon did indeed seem perfectly matched for him. When they'd first been put together, Oknarel had pushed, seeing what buttons he could press and what it would take to trigger the other's temper. The answer had been a resounding none. He'd responded to his roommate's testing with either disinterest or boredom. Never a temper, never even a glimpse of irritation. Oknarel grudgingly admired him for it. And thus, he'd backed off. Test he may, but Oknarel was not one to continuously badger. It brought too much unwanted attention to one's self and made one look a fool. Even when angered, he was quick, much like a snake. He struck, then moved away, not lingering. It was how he'd always been. He preferred to stay lurking in the shadows, whether it be figurative or literal shadows. You could get things rolling in your favor more easily if you procured the simplest amount of information directly, then learned the rest indirectly. Or so he was convinced. When the twins' noise came over the speaker, he'd leapt to his feet and hissed up at it. Damn them, he had been just about to slip into the folds of sleep, a nap clearly his intent. Oh, he was well aware that there was a party planned for them, but he'd no interest in going. None whatsoever. Those he was interested in spending time with, he could do without the excuse of a party. He slashed his tail about angrily as he glared up at the speaker once more. He most certainly didn't want to have to be around them. Instead, he flopped down on his bed once more and closed his eyes. He could do more scheming here, in the quiet, anyway. [align=center]Wyrmling Twig Tag: Open (Word Count: 499)[/align] A party! It was a party, and it was just for them! Twig could hardly contain his happiness at the thought. Going to a party meant that everyone would be happy, and he couldn't wait to see such a sight. There were those who would, of course, be happier than others, but as a rule, no one should be upset or unhappy at a party that was meant for them. And this one was meant for all of them, himself included. All the more reason to be excited! Originally, he'd been roomed with his cousin, Xensu, and the thought had pleased him. He still felt that she needed him somehow, though he wasn't quite sure how it was, exactly, that she needed him. Of course, she hadn't come out and said she'd needed him at all, as that just wasn't her way. But Twig knew. He couldn't explain how, but he always knew when a shoulder or support was needed. Which was exactly why, not even three days after they'd been roomed together, he'd started wandering off to other Wyrmling's rooms. He'd felt a pull, an urge to cheer up those less content than he, and he seemed to be good at it. Those around him seemed to perk up, and he had soon brought it upon himself to go out of his way to make everyone happier. Thus, he tended to only stay in his shared rooms perhaps one or two nights a week. He'd actually been relieved when they'd put Vespa in Xensu, having feared that his cousin was getting lonely without him around. He'd been in one of his rook sibling's rooms when the "music" had come through the speakers. He'd seen the other dragon wince at the noise, but Twig had listened intently, somewhat pleased at the sound, knowing that the sound meant the twins were in good spirits. As they should be, seeing as this was their party! That had certainly been the sound of the beginning of it! He and the dragon he'd roomed with had left the rooms immediately, mingling with those already crowding into the hallways. Like others who were unbonded, it had taken them no time to get ready, as they didn't have to wait for their riders to dress and make themselves presentable. Not that Twig would have held it against his rider, should they decide to do so. And perhaps one day, such a thing would happen! He would be waiting on said rider while they primped, and he would look them over and marvel at how beautiful they were. Twig smiled. He would find his rider, no matter how hidden from him they were. They were out there, he could feel it. He just had to figure out where, and how to reach them. Now, however, it was time to party. And party he would, he decided, as he entered the room that was set aside for the party. What a marvelous time they would all have! [align=center]TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1492[/align] |
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| Amaranth Kairo & Blood/Sound Mendo | Elissaveta Korowyn & Water/Sound Serenade | Lava/Toxic Oknarel | Floral Twig | [slot] | [slot] | [slot] | [birthday slot] | Heijale's Inventory | Threads | |
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| Capricorn | Mar 26 2017, 05:20 PM Post #17 |
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Crystal/Earth Prince Chalcedon Tag: Oknarel Word Count: 578 In the days following the hatching, Chalcedon had adjusted well to life outside the shell. Unlike many of his rookery-siblings, he did not have ancient memories of lives before, and everything was completely new. Of course, dragons did hatch with some knowledge of the world beyond the hatchery walls, but it was something else to see that with one's own eyes. The sky, the grass, water, the sun. Oh, how he loved to see the sun rise, to see every little blade of grass and drop of water illuminated in the early morning. And now that he was outside the shell, Chalcedon could behold himself. In the days following the hatching, his crystalline interior had become even more apparent, revealing large patches of amethyst underneath his tough outer shell. He wasn't particularly vain, but there was something awe-inspiring about being able to see himself. Perhaps it was just the pleasure of living, part of the joy of getting to see the world. The Crystal/Earth had been paired with Oknarel, the dragon that had caused such a stir at the hatching. Initially, Chalcedon had been a bit wary, although he did not let that show. Oknarel had proved, however... Well, Chalcedon was not at all oblivious to the Lava/Toxic's attempts to rile him up, but it didn't seem like he was going to go beyond that. The Crystal/Earth was content with that, and so he simply let Oknarel continue. In time, the attempts to test him seemed to taper off, too. On this particular day, Chalcedon had chosen various shades of blue and indigo for his wings and most other crystals on his body. His power was not particularly trained, yet, but the shedding and regrowing of crystals had come naturally to him. He had woken up early to watch the sun rise from his window, and then read from a book he had borrowed from the library detailing theories about war. When the twins' sound echoed through the loudspeakers, Chalcedon was showering. He didn't need to, really, the majority of his body being crystal and stone, but he felt it helped bring out the color and clean some loose pieces of stone from the newly-created crystals of his body. At the first sound, he paused for a moment and then moved to shut off the water, shaking his body as much as was convenient to get some of the water out. Chalcedon set out into the main living space and glanced around, searching for his roommate. Water was dripping rather rapidly off of the Crystal/Earth's scales onto the floor, but he hardly seemed to notice. "Oknarel?" He called, turning his head to see if he could locate the Lava/Toxic. "Where are you?" Chalcedon wasn't concerned for his roommate's safety, but he did feel it was his responsibility to make sure Oknarel wasn't getting into something. The Crystal/Earth took a few steps towards the other dragon's room, and tapped lightly on the door with the club-like structure at the end of his tail- of course, considering the size, even a light tap was loud. "Oknarel, are you up?" Chalcedon didn't know how someone could possibly sleep through that noise. He was hesitant to walk up to Oknarel's door at all and risk offending him, but he had done similar things without too muh concern. Perhaps Oknarel had already caught onto what Chalcedon was doing. "It sounds like the party's started. Are you coming?" |
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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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| Silver | Mar 27 2017, 06:15 AM Post #18 |
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Nature/Dream Ballard to Misuto and Anviel Word Count: 567 Peace. Serenity. Hope. Perfect goals, all of them; Ideals if they could truly be achieved. He longed for the same, though he had to admit to some small measure of pessimism. He'd seen people take advantage of peace and prosperity time and time again. There were always those who would remain unsatisfied with the lot given to them in life, driven as if by instinct to climb. But he was no Ancient, and he was certainly not the oldest nor the wisest to walk among them. He released a small sigh and inclined his head. Humility was not easy, but appropriate. With any luck, she and her companions would know how to gently usher in a newer, more considerate world. "Sometimes we must work in ways others do not understand, or dislike," He readily agreed with her. "They believe that their opinions should influence destinies outside of their own. Perhaps I, too, am guilty of that." He could admit to that fault, such as it was. He was what was wrong, and was driven to fix it. Those who didn't see the snag in the fabric would of course insist that nothing needed to be fixed. Opposition driven by ignorance was not opposition at all, but merely an opinion which needed to be changed. Or, so he thought. He watched the form of the stag and the doe dance around the other dragon, his eyes brightened by the sight. He was, of course, partial to the form of the deer. They were interesting creatures: So gentle in the way they handled their environment, reclusive and shy. But they were also fierce when driven to act, even if the opposition was larger or more dangerous than themselves. He admired that sort of courage, and reached out a hand to touch the mist as it formed. He considered her question carefully. What did he do? It wasn't so easily explained, but then again, her powers likely far outshone what she deigned to tell him. It was unfair of him to believe she would not understand. "I listen to the vibrations of the earth," He began slowly. "I hear the rhythm of life and how they are effected. When there is discord, I seek to right it." There was more to it than that. He searched the dreams of others to find hints of disturbances. He soothed the restless and removed the troubling images from their dreams. He attempted to guide the rest of the world into peace with a gentle hand. All things were better done without suffering if it could be avoided, after all. She spoke again, and he looked up to meet her eyes. "I saw a stag and doe. They leapt and played through the mist." He answered quietly. It was a fitting image. He watched them until they dispersed and sighed softly once they were gone. Lovely things. He didn't see spirits; His concerns rested solely with the living. Why, then, could he see them now? Did she draw them out of the energy around her and given them form? A fascinating ability. He wished to ask her more, but sensed that he hd already spoken too much. He was content to take a step back and allow her to hold the reins of the conversation for a little while. "I suspect you have your own questions," He invited. "May I help you with them?" |
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| Nox | Mar 27 2017, 05:42 PM Post #19 |
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Cosmos Tag - rivalel lanraitha & crystal/floral diphylleia 671 words His arrival to the great technological city was definitely a doozy. Cosmos had hitched a ride on the great space dragon Andromeda, who coincidentally happen to be his mother. The little dwarf dropped off just as the hatching had started and took refuge unseen among the spectators in the high seats. It was a glorious sight to see so many new dragons come into the world and making their first...though perhaps not, choices. Cosmos has heard among the grapevine that this wasn't the first time many have lived their lives and were in fact reincarnations. What a fascinating concept that was! Cosmos wouldn't mind getting a chance to talk with one or more of these 'ancients' they're calling them now. Since the hatching he hadn't much opportunity to do so though. The tiny dwarf knew that new bonds are important and thought it prudent to not bother at such a sensitive time. Cosmos was trying very hard to be considerate in that regard though having never bonded himself. He can't help but wonder what it must be like? Would it be like a constant buzz at the back of one's mind? Or maybe it was like a blender and one is always picking up thoughts of the other. He's read a little on the subject before but its not particularly clear in some aspects...Suppose its just all instinct he guessed. It would be nice to have someone to care for or be cared about. At least that's how bonds seemed to always be painted as. Fiercely independent the little space was, he's still so tiny in such a big world and it showed harshly on some occasions. That last incident in Nondir was all the reminder that Cosmos needed to remain cautious... Currently the little dwarf was muzzle deep in a book on the subject of bonds in the library when the loud thrum of drums beat down from the speakers. The noise was so loud it startled him from his perch on the tippy top of the bookcase he was reading on. If not for the vines securing his puff Cosmos would have rolled right over. The little dragon had to admit the beat was really catchy for sure. He found himself tapping his antenna like tail to the beat. His mind finally made up, Cosmos tucked the book into his puff, letting out a small grunt from the effort. It wasn't exactly a small book but he managed to stuff it inside with out too much trouble. Book secure, vines retracted, the little space puff bounced off the bookcase in search of the supposed party room. It wasn't particularly hard to find, just follow the source of the noise it seemed. That and the groups of riders, dragons and candidates slowly filing into the complex right beside the hatchery. Party must have started early? Cosmos kept himself tucked close to the ceilings as he drifted through the halls as to keep from being seen. This was the dwarf's first closer look at some of the riders and their new dragon bonds. Cosmos had to admit some were very impressive, in fact he didn't think there was any there so far that wasn't in some way cool or fascinating. A bright splash of pink flowers caught the dwarf's eye first. A floral! No, not just floral a floral crystal! She was stunning and Cosmos was drawn to her like a bee to a flower. Gently drifting down and with no regard to personal space the little dwarf landed softly and squarely right on her flower covered horns. "Hello there, sorry got tired do you mind if I rest here just a bit?" Cosmos is so light that she might not have even registered he was even there to begin with if hadn't spoken up. "This party is amazing, I'm glad I didn't miss it. I'm Cosmos by the way." He cheerily introduced himself in his silvery little voice. "Those twins up there are really something else." |
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| Silver | Mar 28 2017, 07:21 AM Post #20 |
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Crystal Renezneth and Aloran to Serenade and Vee Word Count: 564 Oh. Well, that was certainly an unexpected compliment. His eyebrows raised slightly, and he could not hide his surprise as well as he might have liked. He allowed his gaze to slide over to Vee, and he watched her thoughtfully as her dragon spoke. He hadn't really meant to startle her. Should he have warned her that he would look different? He wasn't entirely strange looking, he told himself; His face was the same, his ears were the same. He had simply braided his hair more elaborately than usual and shaved the sides down. His "hands" were more like small, individually tapered, segmented hooves, slightly more bulky than a human's but delicate enough to be used appropriately. Still, being seen without his usual form was likely shocking to her. He inclined his head in apology. "I'm sorry," He murmured. "I didn't mean to startle you. Perhaps I should have warned you," He offered with a hint of a teasing smile. "I hope the surprise was a good one, at least. I wouldn't wish to scare you off." Was it wrong that a part of him was flattered that she'd become flustered at the sight of him? Not all of that was from surprise. He hadn't taken any permanent lovers, but Aloran was no stranger to flirting or-- Anything else in relation. The compliment felt nice, especially after having not had one of the sort for so long. You should say thank you, Renezneth interrupted his thoughts, Instead of allowing it to stroke your ego. She's paying you a compliment, not flirting. That reminder irritated him. Aloran huffed softly. He knew she wasn't doing anything of the sort. There could be nothing between the two of them in that manner, and they both knew it, certainly. She was a kind elf and a thoughtful friend, but he couldn't allow himself to become emotionally compromised. He must return to Etharius, and any sort of romantic longing would only serve to make that journey more difficult. It was an unneeded distraction. Still, he refused to push her away. Was it because he'd had enough time being lonely? Maybe. Their conversations sometimes trickled early into the morning, and he didn't tire of them. They certainly had plenty to talk about, that much was clear. "Don't worry," He assured her. "It's been a while since I've received a compliment as well. We're both allowed to be taken off guard." He meant for them to walk on after that, but she turned to address him again. His eyebrows shot up a second time, and he inclined his head to give her a long, surprised look. That was certainly a playful flirt, and it both surprised and delighted him. He chuckled softly on a gust of breath. "Should such an event occur," He retorted, voice slightly sly, "I trust you will be there to whisk be away to safety." Not that he needed to be whisked anywhere, but that was part of the fun. "To the dance floor, perhaps. Aloran might not say it, but I know for a fact he is an excellent dancer." Renezneth chimed in matter-of-factly, and Aloran gave a small laugh. "I admit I am more comfortable on four feet than two, but I will certainly do my best if you wish to test my skills. I promise I won't step on any toes. Do you dance?" |
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