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@ReigningRakshasa
I'm sorry this is later than I promised! I didn't get home until past 2am last night. I had so much fun reading about your characters. Although I didn't pick her, Runic the Baker is my favorite. <3
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[/url]Your Maboroshi has an encounter with my...
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[/url]Griega. And Friends(R)!
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In the past, the Beckoner was known to sailors as a friend: those needing safe passage to one of the many ports along the inner Ice, Arcane, and Wind coasts could count on this triangular gulf to receive them. Since the Twisting Crescendo was twisted into knots, however, making its nearby waters a boiling pot of Arcane magics, few now dared to trust the talon's invitation.
For Griega, the Beckoner was grand sport. She played savior and reaper to match her moods, casting illusions like silken nets over the wild-eyed crews that sought any omen, good or bad, to make a choice. It seemed likely the latest match would have only diminishing returns, both for herself and her quarry, for despite her meanest hints in the direction of further [i]discovery[/i]--edification of the soul, damn the price!--their ship was sailing further and further away from a dangerous but lucrative detour, toward sleepy, stagnant waters.
Her tail switched like a cat's, its slit eye blazing bloody-black. Each of its sisters shifted to register its agitation then dilated, one by one their ribbon-limbs coiling like pythons. Their master would surely rectify this slight; quench their desires.
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The moment they see [i]her[/i], however, the coils all but collapse, sending their master careening into the gulf with a titanic splash. Her candleguards hover sheepishly above the surf, where the ribbons emerge like curious eye stalks and swivel in [i]her [/i]direction... Griega breaks the surface with a curse so strong the waters around her freeze, allowing her some purchase before they break. For all her deviances at sea, the big imperial is really not a great swimmer. Which is why it burns even more for her "rival" to be able to float mid-air in perfect serenity, as witness.
The spirit's keys, keys she uses to unlock portals to sanctuaries within this plane and without, jangle as she considers Griega from beneath her cape of kelp. Though almost three times smaller, she nevertheless easily levitates the imperial to a more comfortable height. A drop of water douses one of the less-alert members of the candleguard, and her eyes narrow as the still-active illusion around them dims with its flame.
"Stop misdirecting my flock," she says, and drops the imperial.
Griega catches herself, relaxing gravity to prevent another humiliating dunk. Both she and the spirit stare as one of her bolder ribbons advances. It loops around the skydancer's paw before she nonchalantly flings it off. She decides not to be the first to comment.
"Your flock," Griega's muzzle crinkles in a half snarl. She's soggy and her whiskers droop, but she manages to reel in her temper. "What harm is there in taking a more scenic route to eternal rest?"
The skydancer's bulb almost buzzes with brightness. "Half of them are already ghosts because of that."
Incisive. Griega nods, half to herself. She's begun to understand her familiars' fascination with this emblemmed apparition. And why not? Her own bulb pulses a lascivious pink. If nothing else, it would really, really upset Firgen and it was always a delight to see her angry.
"The way I see it," she smiles, "if you're willing to be led astray, you have unfinished business. Perhaps we both provide something needed. Different paths." One of the shyer ribbons finally spools out against the skydancer and shimmies against her. "Different strokes. Do you agree?"
@ReigningRakshasa
I'm sorry this is later than I promised! I didn't get home until past 2am last night. I had so much fun reading about your characters. Although I didn't pick her, Runic the Baker is my favorite. <3
Your Maboroshi has an encounter with my...
Griega. And Friends(R)!
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In the past, the Beckoner was known to sailors as a friend: those needing safe passage to one of the many ports along the inner Ice, Arcane, and Wind coasts could count on this triangular gulf to receive them. Since the Twisting Crescendo was twisted into knots, however, making its nearby waters a boiling pot of Arcane magics, few now dared to trust the talon's invitation.
For Griega, the Beckoner was grand sport. She played savior and reaper to match her moods, casting illusions like silken nets over the wild-eyed crews that sought any omen, good or bad, to make a choice. It seemed likely the latest match would have only diminishing returns, both for herself and her quarry, for despite her meanest hints in the direction of further discovery--edification of the soul, damn the price!--their ship was sailing further and further away from a dangerous but lucrative detour, toward sleepy, stagnant waters.
Her tail switched like a cat's, its slit eye blazing bloody-black. Each of its sisters shifted to register its agitation then dilated, one by one their ribbon-limbs coiling like pythons. Their master would surely rectify this slight; quench their desires.
***
The moment they see her, however, the coils all but collapse, sending their master careening into the gulf with a titanic splash. Her candleguards hover sheepishly above the surf, where the ribbons emerge like curious eye stalks and swivel in her direction... Griega breaks the surface with a curse so strong the waters around her freeze, allowing her some purchase before they break. For all her deviances at sea, the big imperial is really not a great swimmer. Which is why it burns even more for her "rival" to be able to float mid-air in perfect serenity, as witness.
The spirit's keys, keys she uses to unlock portals to sanctuaries within this plane and without, jangle as she considers Griega from beneath her cape of kelp. Though almost three times smaller, she nevertheless easily levitates the imperial to a more comfortable height. A drop of water douses one of the less-alert members of the candleguard, and her eyes narrow as the still-active illusion around them dims with its flame.
"Stop misdirecting my flock," she says, and drops the imperial.
Griega catches herself, relaxing gravity to prevent another humiliating dunk. Both she and the spirit stare as one of her bolder ribbons advances. It loops around the skydancer's paw before she nonchalantly flings it off. She decides not to be the first to comment.
"Your flock," Griega's muzzle crinkles in a half snarl. She's soggy and her whiskers droop, but she manages to reel in her temper. "What harm is there in taking a more scenic route to eternal rest?"
The skydancer's bulb almost buzzes with brightness. "Half of them are already ghosts because of that."
Incisive. Griega nods, half to herself. She's begun to understand her familiars' fascination with this emblemmed apparition. And why not? Her own bulb pulses a lascivious pink. If nothing else, it would really, really upset Firgen and it was always a delight to see her angry.
"The way I see it," she smiles, "if you're willing to be led astray, you have unfinished business. Perhaps we both provide something needed. Different paths." One of the shyer ribbons finally spools out against the skydancer and shimmies against her. "Different strokes. Do you agree?"
I'm sorry this is later than I promised! I didn't get home until past 2am last night. I had so much fun reading about your characters. Although I didn't pick her, Runic the Baker is my favorite. <3
Your Maboroshi has an encounter with my...
Griega. And Friends(R)!
---
In the past, the Beckoner was known to sailors as a friend: those needing safe passage to one of the many ports along the inner Ice, Arcane, and Wind coasts could count on this triangular gulf to receive them. Since the Twisting Crescendo was twisted into knots, however, making its nearby waters a boiling pot of Arcane magics, few now dared to trust the talon's invitation.
For Griega, the Beckoner was grand sport. She played savior and reaper to match her moods, casting illusions like silken nets over the wild-eyed crews that sought any omen, good or bad, to make a choice. It seemed likely the latest match would have only diminishing returns, both for herself and her quarry, for despite her meanest hints in the direction of further discovery--edification of the soul, damn the price!--their ship was sailing further and further away from a dangerous but lucrative detour, toward sleepy, stagnant waters.
Her tail switched like a cat's, its slit eye blazing bloody-black. Each of its sisters shifted to register its agitation then dilated, one by one their ribbon-limbs coiling like pythons. Their master would surely rectify this slight; quench their desires.
***
The moment they see her, however, the coils all but collapse, sending their master careening into the gulf with a titanic splash. Her candleguards hover sheepishly above the surf, where the ribbons emerge like curious eye stalks and swivel in her direction... Griega breaks the surface with a curse so strong the waters around her freeze, allowing her some purchase before they break. For all her deviances at sea, the big imperial is really not a great swimmer. Which is why it burns even more for her "rival" to be able to float mid-air in perfect serenity, as witness.
The spirit's keys, keys she uses to unlock portals to sanctuaries within this plane and without, jangle as she considers Griega from beneath her cape of kelp. Though almost three times smaller, she nevertheless easily levitates the imperial to a more comfortable height. A drop of water douses one of the less-alert members of the candleguard, and her eyes narrow as the still-active illusion around them dims with its flame.
"Stop misdirecting my flock," she says, and drops the imperial.
Griega catches herself, relaxing gravity to prevent another humiliating dunk. Both she and the spirit stare as one of her bolder ribbons advances. It loops around the skydancer's paw before she nonchalantly flings it off. She decides not to be the first to comment.
"Your flock," Griega's muzzle crinkles in a half snarl. She's soggy and her whiskers droop, but she manages to reel in her temper. "What harm is there in taking a more scenic route to eternal rest?"
The skydancer's bulb almost buzzes with brightness. "Half of them are already ghosts because of that."
Incisive. Griega nods, half to herself. She's begun to understand her familiars' fascination with this emblemmed apparition. And why not? Her own bulb pulses a lascivious pink. If nothing else, it would really, really upset Firgen and it was always a delight to see her angry.
"The way I see it," she smiles, "if you're willing to be led astray, you have unfinished business. Perhaps we both provide something needed. Different paths." One of the shyer ribbons finally spools out against the skydancer and shimmies against her. "Different strokes. Do you agree?"
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No good flirt ever came on time, right...? I am so sorry for the wait, I have been having a Time(tm). I do hope you enjoy. ;u;
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[center][font=Cambria][b]Becket's[/b] bizarre, self-sacrificial kindess...
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[center][font=Cambria]...is particularly interesting [b]Monroe[/b], a spirit who clambered out of the Wyrmwound.
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[font=Cambria]A pale, pointed tongue flickered out from between Monroe's lips as he lie in the sand, sprawled out and unmoving save for the occasional twitch of his ears from beneath their veil. The fine-grained sand of the Flamecaller's reside was heated, nearly alive...perhaps close enough to his own deity's domain that he could conjure images of the wriggle beneath his paws and breath of the toxins into the air. It was hot, too hot for untrained paws...and the Tidelord be damned, Monroe slumbered much more contentedly with the thrumming of forges and flame beneath his scales than the incessant bellow of the Sea.
It was a far shorter flight to settle in the Hearth that to attempt to fly to his homeland, anyhow.
He was sure that Zoran had noticed his absence by now, but Monroe could not find it within him to care for the Bogsneak's irritation at the moment. He served as the mage's bridge between worlds for the better part of his time, weaving in and out of afflicted clan members, escorting the disease from their bodies and into his own ever-expanding thirst for blistered energy.
There was a soft brush on his cheek then, brisk and hot, and the Spiral recoiled with a low warning hiss. It was not a dragon, not a beast...not even alive? He sniffed, scales prickling at the sudden energies colliding with his own. Another being joined the first, vaguely threatening yet inquisitive, with a glow that burned indigo through his veil. [i]Odd[/i].
There was a shifting of sands a few meters away, and Monroe jerked his head up. There was a vibrant Skydancer poised on a sizable chunk of pumice, his eyes narrowed from beneath a shimmering mane. A few unsure spirits clung nervously to the field around his sparkling wings, and Monroe's ears pricked interestedly.
"I have not seen a candleguard quite so bold or sentient in ages." It hadn't been since...well, since he'd encountered a specific soul who had been dead for millennia. "Quite well-trained, they are." His voice was a soft, disjointed hiss, and the Skydancer's stance seemed to shift into one of defensiveness. Monroe cocked his head to the side, taking a quick few steps forward and squinting.
His veil was not without fault, this he knew, but Monroe could make out the flood of apprehension that coiled in the stranger's gut--the talent, the cunning, the...reluctance.
"The pursuit." He whispered it aloud, a grin splitting his muzzle. "Interesting, indeed."
"Don't you know that this land is not yours?" The Skydancer sounded bored, in stark contrast to those intensely focused eyes. "You don't appear to be interested in negotiation."
Monroe shrugged, twisting to playfully snap at a member of the stranger's guard that had wandered too close to a wing. He ignored the thinly-layered warning, brushing it off with little more than a quiet chuckle. "Look at them, Becket! They're practically familiars..."
"You didn't ask my name." He still didn't seem shaken; a bit of irritation had slipped into his voice. Monroe stopped in his tracks, coiling a bit in the sand and squinting.
"No. Perhaps not, but I can hear your King chiding you for skulking about the Hearth when you could be spinning tales. I am here for some peace and something resembling home...but what are you running from, my friend?"
@heavylobster
No good flirt ever came on time, right...? I am so sorry for the wait, I have been having a Time(tm). I do hope you enjoy. ;u;
A pale, pointed tongue flickered out from between Monroe's lips as he lie in the sand, sprawled out and unmoving save for the occasional twitch of his ears from beneath their veil. The fine-grained sand of the Flamecaller's reside was heated, nearly alive...perhaps close enough to his own deity's domain that he could conjure images of the wriggle beneath his paws and breath of the toxins into the air. It was hot, too hot for untrained paws...and the Tidelord be damned, Monroe slumbered much more contentedly with the thrumming of forges and flame beneath his scales than the incessant bellow of the Sea.
It was a far shorter flight to settle in the Hearth that to attempt to fly to his homeland, anyhow.
He was sure that Zoran had noticed his absence by now, but Monroe could not find it within him to care for the Bogsneak's irritation at the moment. He served as the mage's bridge between worlds for the better part of his time, weaving in and out of afflicted clan members, escorting the disease from their bodies and into his own ever-expanding thirst for blistered energy.
There was a soft brush on his cheek then, brisk and hot, and the Spiral recoiled with a low warning hiss. It was not a dragon, not a beast...not even alive? He sniffed, scales prickling at the sudden energies colliding with his own. Another being joined the first, vaguely threatening yet inquisitive, with a glow that burned indigo through his veil. Odd.
There was a shifting of sands a few meters away, and Monroe jerked his head up. There was a vibrant Skydancer poised on a sizable chunk of pumice, his eyes narrowed from beneath a shimmering mane. A few unsure spirits clung nervously to the field around his sparkling wings, and Monroe's ears pricked interestedly.
"I have not seen a candleguard quite so bold or sentient in ages." It hadn't been since...well, since he'd encountered a specific soul who had been dead for millennia. "Quite well-trained, they are." His voice was a soft, disjointed hiss, and the Skydancer's stance seemed to shift into one of defensiveness. Monroe cocked his head to the side, taking a quick few steps forward and squinting.
His veil was not without fault, this he knew, but Monroe could make out the flood of apprehension that coiled in the stranger's gut--the talent, the cunning, the...reluctance.
"The pursuit." He whispered it aloud, a grin splitting his muzzle. "Interesting, indeed."
"Don't you know that this land is not yours?" The Skydancer sounded bored, in stark contrast to those intensely focused eyes. "You don't appear to be interested in negotiation."
Monroe shrugged, twisting to playfully snap at a member of the stranger's guard that had wandered too close to a wing. He ignored the thinly-layered warning, brushing it off with little more than a quiet chuckle. "Look at them, Becket! They're practically familiars..."
"You didn't ask my name." He still didn't seem shaken; a bit of irritation had slipped into his voice. Monroe stopped in his tracks, coiling a bit in the sand and squinting.
"No. Perhaps not, but I can hear your King chiding you for skulking about the Hearth when you could be spinning tales. I am here for some peace and something resembling home...but what are you running from, my friend?"
No good flirt ever came on time, right...? I am so sorry for the wait, I have been having a Time(tm). I do hope you enjoy. ;u;
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...is particularly interesting Monroe, a spirit who clambered out of the Wyrmwound.
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A pale, pointed tongue flickered out from between Monroe's lips as he lie in the sand, sprawled out and unmoving save for the occasional twitch of his ears from beneath their veil. The fine-grained sand of the Flamecaller's reside was heated, nearly alive...perhaps close enough to his own deity's domain that he could conjure images of the wriggle beneath his paws and breath of the toxins into the air. It was hot, too hot for untrained paws...and the Tidelord be damned, Monroe slumbered much more contentedly with the thrumming of forges and flame beneath his scales than the incessant bellow of the Sea.
It was a far shorter flight to settle in the Hearth that to attempt to fly to his homeland, anyhow.
He was sure that Zoran had noticed his absence by now, but Monroe could not find it within him to care for the Bogsneak's irritation at the moment. He served as the mage's bridge between worlds for the better part of his time, weaving in and out of afflicted clan members, escorting the disease from their bodies and into his own ever-expanding thirst for blistered energy.
There was a soft brush on his cheek then, brisk and hot, and the Spiral recoiled with a low warning hiss. It was not a dragon, not a beast...not even alive? He sniffed, scales prickling at the sudden energies colliding with his own. Another being joined the first, vaguely threatening yet inquisitive, with a glow that burned indigo through his veil. Odd.
There was a shifting of sands a few meters away, and Monroe jerked his head up. There was a vibrant Skydancer poised on a sizable chunk of pumice, his eyes narrowed from beneath a shimmering mane. A few unsure spirits clung nervously to the field around his sparkling wings, and Monroe's ears pricked interestedly.
"I have not seen a candleguard quite so bold or sentient in ages." It hadn't been since...well, since he'd encountered a specific soul who had been dead for millennia. "Quite well-trained, they are." His voice was a soft, disjointed hiss, and the Skydancer's stance seemed to shift into one of defensiveness. Monroe cocked his head to the side, taking a quick few steps forward and squinting.
His veil was not without fault, this he knew, but Monroe could make out the flood of apprehension that coiled in the stranger's gut--the talent, the cunning, the...reluctance.
"The pursuit." He whispered it aloud, a grin splitting his muzzle. "Interesting, indeed."
"Don't you know that this land is not yours?" The Skydancer sounded bored, in stark contrast to those intensely focused eyes. "You don't appear to be interested in negotiation."
Monroe shrugged, twisting to playfully snap at a member of the stranger's guard that had wandered too close to a wing. He ignored the thinly-layered warning, brushing it off with little more than a quiet chuckle. "Look at them, Becket! They're practically familiars..."
"You didn't ask my name." He still didn't seem shaken; a bit of irritation had slipped into his voice. Monroe stopped in his tracks, coiling a bit in the sand and squinting.
"No. Perhaps not, but I can hear your King chiding you for skulking about the Hearth when you could be spinning tales. I am here for some peace and something resembling home...but what are you running from, my friend?"
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@tigresjumeaux
[b][DONE!][/b]
Venice happens to bump into
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Sariel while out at the Marketplace.
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[center]Twisting and turning to avoid the hustle-bustle of the thriving Market, Venice made her way to the nearest stall sell the freshest foods for the most resonable prices. Being the "clan grandma," as she was called in spite of her relatively young age, she was often busy treating injuries and looking after hatchlings. Though it was a position she loved immensely, she didn't often get much time too herself, so she took advantage of going to the marketplace every so often to resupply her Clan's food stores so she could also be alone in her own thoughts for awhile.[/center]
[center]She was perusing the sea foods section in particular when she caught a glimpse of a lone coatl out of the corner of her eye. The modestly colored individual, wearing a heavy floral perfume was sitting by herself, looking confused on where she was. Pausing to place her selection in her bag, Venice turned to the Coatl and cleared her throat, "Excuse me, ma'am, are you looking for someone?"[/center]
[center]The Coatl, jumping in place in surprise, turned to Venice in puzzlement, before blushing, and then, in a soft, yet somewhat husky voice, spoke in an embarrassed tone. " '[i]Ma'am[/i]'? It must be my perfume! I'm a [i]he[/i], actually." Venice stifled an embarrassed chuckle, then, forcing herself not to wince at her mistake, said, "I'm quite sorry! I wear that perfume myself, so I made that assumption without remembering that the compant that make it usually markets their brands as 'unisex' most of the time." She rolled her eyes in a casual manner to hide the slight crinkle in her fore-brow that started to show from all her attempts at not cringing at the awkward first impression she made. [/center]
[center]"Oh, don't blame [i]them[/i], blame me!" The Coatl said in an apologetic tone while raising his head crests in amusement. "Most of the time I keep my feathers scrunched downwards, which is what most dragons not familiar with my breed assume female Coatl to look like [i]all[/i] of the time." He reached up to tighten his scarf, then pulled down the brim of his hat. "Coatl of both genders raise or lower their crests depending on the mood their feeling, and since I'm told I'm not the most 'extroverted' sort of dragon, I guess most strangrs mistaken me for a female half the time," he finished with a slight pause, twirling the ends of the scarves absentmindedly in his claws. [/center]
[center]"Well, I'm sure you'd be a beautiful Coatl regardless," she said with a slight wink, trying her best to metaphorically smooth over his ruffled feathers, which earned a blush and a surprised titter from him. "You don't look like you're here for the special discount on oysters though," she said next, remembering how lost he looked a minute ago. "I can help find what you were actually looking for, if you want." "Well, I was just looking for the apparel stalls when my escort, a Spiral, got distracted by a peddler advertising exotic birds, and left me to get stuck in the morning rush," he admitted, his blush fading from his more sparsely plumed cheeks.[/center]
[center]"Welp, I can take you right to there from here, and then the nearest exit's just a turn to left from the last row down from the hats section there," she said, grabbing hold of his claws in hrs without thinking and turning to lead him to the textiles area, before pausing for a moment to add,"Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to properly introduce my self! The name's Venice. Yours, if you don't mind me asking," she said. ". . . Sariel," he murmured as she gently tugged him along too the apparel shops, while she struck up a conversation from her end, asking him about what it was he did in his clan, and the early morning sun rolled across the sky to mid day.[/center]
@tigresjumeaux
[DONE!]
Venice happens to bump into
Sariel while out at the Marketplace.
[DONE!]
Venice happens to bump into
Sariel while out at the Marketplace.
Twisting and turning to avoid the hustle-bustle of the thriving Market, Venice made her way to the nearest stall sell the freshest foods for the most resonable prices. Being the "clan grandma," as she was called in spite of her relatively young age, she was often busy treating injuries and looking after hatchlings. Though it was a position she loved immensely, she didn't often get much time too herself, so she took advantage of going to the marketplace every so often to resupply her Clan's food stores so she could also be alone in her own thoughts for awhile.
She was perusing the sea foods section in particular when she caught a glimpse of a lone coatl out of the corner of her eye. The modestly colored individual, wearing a heavy floral perfume was sitting by herself, looking confused on where she was. Pausing to place her selection in her bag, Venice turned to the Coatl and cleared her throat, "Excuse me, ma'am, are you looking for someone?"
The Coatl, jumping in place in surprise, turned to Venice in puzzlement, before blushing, and then, in a soft, yet somewhat husky voice, spoke in an embarrassed tone. " 'Ma'am'? It must be my perfume! I'm a he, actually." Venice stifled an embarrassed chuckle, then, forcing herself not to wince at her mistake, said, "I'm quite sorry! I wear that perfume myself, so I made that assumption without remembering that the compant that make it usually markets their brands as 'unisex' most of the time." She rolled her eyes in a casual manner to hide the slight crinkle in her fore-brow that started to show from all her attempts at not cringing at the awkward first impression she made.
"Oh, don't blame them, blame me!" The Coatl said in an apologetic tone while raising his head crests in amusement. "Most of the time I keep my feathers scrunched downwards, which is what most dragons not familiar with my breed assume female Coatl to look like all of the time." He reached up to tighten his scarf, then pulled down the brim of his hat. "Coatl of both genders raise or lower their crests depending on the mood their feeling, and since I'm told I'm not the most 'extroverted' sort of dragon, I guess most strangrs mistaken me for a female half the time," he finished with a slight pause, twirling the ends of the scarves absentmindedly in his claws.
"Well, I'm sure you'd be a beautiful Coatl regardless," she said with a slight wink, trying her best to metaphorically smooth over his ruffled feathers, which earned a blush and a surprised titter from him. "You don't look like you're here for the special discount on oysters though," she said next, remembering how lost he looked a minute ago. "I can help find what you were actually looking for, if you want." "Well, I was just looking for the apparel stalls when my escort, a Spiral, got distracted by a peddler advertising exotic birds, and left me to get stuck in the morning rush," he admitted, his blush fading from his more sparsely plumed cheeks.
"Welp, I can take you right to there from here, and then the nearest exit's just a turn to left from the last row down from the hats section there," she said, grabbing hold of his claws in hrs without thinking and turning to lead him to the textiles area, before pausing for a moment to add,"Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to properly introduce my self! The name's Venice. Yours, if you don't mind me asking," she said. ". . . Sariel," he murmured as she gently tugged him along too the apparel shops, while she struck up a conversation from her end, asking him about what it was he did in his clan, and the early morning sun rolled across the sky to mid day.
Tomo's Trivia Tablet meets Google Translate 2019 wrote:
Graffiti should alert you to the guests! Please and appreciate it. Does it give you my brain and my wheel? I am a conservative project, which is deleted each time. Etch back. Sometimes I can minimize the process ... do you know that will happen? I have knowledge.
@Rei50711 So this got rather long, whoops.
Your Rosoven
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Catches the eye of both Singh and Akasma, fortunately they are mates and very good at sharing
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The day was bright and warm, the perfect day for exploring distant places and making memories together. Singh and Akasma had been flying for a few days, stopping occasionally to take in the sights. They were on what the rest of their clan was calling their honeymoon but neither of them would call it that. Afterall when they made a habit of traveling it could hardly be considered a special trip just because they had solidified their match. They had stopped briefly with Singh's parent's in the Tangled Wood but had quickly moved on to the Viridian Labyrinth not wanting to outstay their dubious welcome. Neither knew anybody in this area so they were currently just gliding over the trees, occasionally playing in amongst them.
Akasma was the first to sight the Imperial below but Singh quickly followed her gaze. The other Imperial was alone and appeared to be sewing in a clearing, the bright afternoon sun glinting off the needle. "I wonder what he's making," Singh muttered so that only his mate could hear him.
"There's only one way to find out," Akasma winked as she flew down to the sewing dragon below. Singh followed her, not concerned that she was in danger from this stranger but knowing that she could be a bit much on first impression. His assumptions proved correct when the other Imperial jumped upon noticing their presence and attempted to hide what he had been doing.
"Hello darling," Akasma had apparently also noticed his upset at their sudden appearance and gentled her tone accordingly, "We were just passing through and saw you down here hard at work. Can I see what you've made?" She smiled charmingly at him. The other dragon gave Singh a slightly pleading look as though hoping he would intercede and take his mate away.
"I apologize for my mate," He smiled as well hoping the other would feel more at ease, "She has never been good at restraining herself when she wants something," He chuckled ruefully, "Not that I've ever had any luck telling her no."
Akasma rolled her eyes at him but did seem to take his words into consideration, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend any offense I just wanted to see what you'd made. I've tried sewing before but I lack the patience and I'm always impressed by those who can create such things with only fabric and thread. Oh, also I am Akasma and he is Singh, what is your name?"
"It's Rosoven," He seemed reluctant to meet their interested gazes curling to make himself smaller. "It's nothing that impressive, just sewing."
"Rosoven huh, a pretty name for a pretty dragon," Akasma commented, "You have our shade of pink." She fluttered her rosey wings for emphasis, "It's the best colour." Singh also tipped his head and wings to accent the pink markings that swirled over his scales. He hadn't noted the colour but he was not surprised that Akasma had, after all it was what had drawn her to him in the first place.
Rosoven seemed surprised at the compliment and flustered by the way they were both showing off for him. He did move so that they could catch a better glimpse of his work though. Akasma gasped and leaned in to look more closely.
"That's beautiful, you're really very talented." She commented, ignoring the fact that she had definitely invaded his space to inspect his work.
"It's not finished," Rosoven muttered looking away.
"Can we see it when it is? I'm honestly quite curious, how long would it take?" Akasma questioned him.
"I should be done by tomorrow," He still did not look at them. Singh and Akasma shared a look, her's pleading and his amused.
"Well I suppose we will have to come to visit tomorrow then," Singh spoke for the both of them, causing Akasma to beam at him and Rosoven to look up startled. "As long as you don't mind."
Rosoven looked uncertain but under Akasma's pleading gaze he crumbled like so many dragons before him, "I'll be here around the same time tomorrow, if you'd like to come by."
"It's a date then!" Akasma was quite pleased and pressed a kiss to his cheek before heading back over to her mate, "We will see you tomorrow!" She took off leaving Rosoven looking shocked and Singh amused. Before Rosoven could manage to collect his thoughts enough to apologize to Singh, or to offer any sort of excuse the other smiled at him.
"See you tomorrow then," Leaning in he brushed his own kiss over the cheek that his mate had before he too took off, following his mate up to where she sparkled in the sun above the trees, leaving a surprised Imperial beneath him. There were many reasons Singh loved Akasma and her boundless love was one of the best reasons he could have.
[b]My lair ends at Shinatobe[/b]
@Rei50711 So this got rather long, whoops.
Your Rosoven
Catches the eye of both Singh and Akasma, fortunately they are mates and very good at sharing
The day was bright and warm, the perfect day for exploring distant places and making memories together. Singh and Akasma had been flying for a few days, stopping occasionally to take in the sights. They were on what the rest of their clan was calling their honeymoon but neither of them would call it that. Afterall when they made a habit of traveling it could hardly be considered a special trip just because they had solidified their match. They had stopped briefly with Singh's parent's in the Tangled Wood but had quickly moved on to the Viridian Labyrinth not wanting to outstay their dubious welcome. Neither knew anybody in this area so they were currently just gliding over the trees, occasionally playing in amongst them.
Akasma was the first to sight the Imperial below but Singh quickly followed her gaze. The other Imperial was alone and appeared to be sewing in a clearing, the bright afternoon sun glinting off the needle. "I wonder what he's making," Singh muttered so that only his mate could hear him.
"There's only one way to find out," Akasma winked as she flew down to the sewing dragon below. Singh followed her, not concerned that she was in danger from this stranger but knowing that she could be a bit much on first impression. His assumptions proved correct when the other Imperial jumped upon noticing their presence and attempted to hide what he had been doing.
"Hello darling," Akasma had apparently also noticed his upset at their sudden appearance and gentled her tone accordingly, "We were just passing through and saw you down here hard at work. Can I see what you've made?" She smiled charmingly at him. The other dragon gave Singh a slightly pleading look as though hoping he would intercede and take his mate away.
"I apologize for my mate," He smiled as well hoping the other would feel more at ease, "She has never been good at restraining herself when she wants something," He chuckled ruefully, "Not that I've ever had any luck telling her no."
Akasma rolled her eyes at him but did seem to take his words into consideration, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend any offense I just wanted to see what you'd made. I've tried sewing before but I lack the patience and I'm always impressed by those who can create such things with only fabric and thread. Oh, also I am Akasma and he is Singh, what is your name?"
"It's Rosoven," He seemed reluctant to meet their interested gazes curling to make himself smaller. "It's nothing that impressive, just sewing."
"Rosoven huh, a pretty name for a pretty dragon," Akasma commented, "You have our shade of pink." She fluttered her rosey wings for emphasis, "It's the best colour." Singh also tipped his head and wings to accent the pink markings that swirled over his scales. He hadn't noted the colour but he was not surprised that Akasma had, after all it was what had drawn her to him in the first place.
Rosoven seemed surprised at the compliment and flustered by the way they were both showing off for him. He did move so that they could catch a better glimpse of his work though. Akasma gasped and leaned in to look more closely.
"That's beautiful, you're really very talented." She commented, ignoring the fact that she had definitely invaded his space to inspect his work.
"It's not finished," Rosoven muttered looking away.
"Can we see it when it is? I'm honestly quite curious, how long would it take?" Akasma questioned him.
"I should be done by tomorrow," He still did not look at them. Singh and Akasma shared a look, her's pleading and his amused.
"Well I suppose we will have to come to visit tomorrow then," Singh spoke for the both of them, causing Akasma to beam at him and Rosoven to look up startled. "As long as you don't mind."
Rosoven looked uncertain but under Akasma's pleading gaze he crumbled like so many dragons before him, "I'll be here around the same time tomorrow, if you'd like to come by."
"It's a date then!" Akasma was quite pleased and pressed a kiss to his cheek before heading back over to her mate, "We will see you tomorrow!" She took off leaving Rosoven looking shocked and Singh amused. Before Rosoven could manage to collect his thoughts enough to apologize to Singh, or to offer any sort of excuse the other smiled at him.
"See you tomorrow then," Leaning in he brushed his own kiss over the cheek that his mate had before he too took off, following his mate up to where she sparkled in the sun above the trees, leaving a surprised Imperial beneath him. There were many reasons Singh loved Akasma and her boundless love was one of the best reasons he could have.
My lair ends at Shinatobe
Your Rosoven
Catches the eye of both Singh and Akasma, fortunately they are mates and very good at sharing
The day was bright and warm, the perfect day for exploring distant places and making memories together. Singh and Akasma had been flying for a few days, stopping occasionally to take in the sights. They were on what the rest of their clan was calling their honeymoon but neither of them would call it that. Afterall when they made a habit of traveling it could hardly be considered a special trip just because they had solidified their match. They had stopped briefly with Singh's parent's in the Tangled Wood but had quickly moved on to the Viridian Labyrinth not wanting to outstay their dubious welcome. Neither knew anybody in this area so they were currently just gliding over the trees, occasionally playing in amongst them.
Akasma was the first to sight the Imperial below but Singh quickly followed her gaze. The other Imperial was alone and appeared to be sewing in a clearing, the bright afternoon sun glinting off the needle. "I wonder what he's making," Singh muttered so that only his mate could hear him.
"There's only one way to find out," Akasma winked as she flew down to the sewing dragon below. Singh followed her, not concerned that she was in danger from this stranger but knowing that she could be a bit much on first impression. His assumptions proved correct when the other Imperial jumped upon noticing their presence and attempted to hide what he had been doing.
"Hello darling," Akasma had apparently also noticed his upset at their sudden appearance and gentled her tone accordingly, "We were just passing through and saw you down here hard at work. Can I see what you've made?" She smiled charmingly at him. The other dragon gave Singh a slightly pleading look as though hoping he would intercede and take his mate away.
"I apologize for my mate," He smiled as well hoping the other would feel more at ease, "She has never been good at restraining herself when she wants something," He chuckled ruefully, "Not that I've ever had any luck telling her no."
Akasma rolled her eyes at him but did seem to take his words into consideration, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend any offense I just wanted to see what you'd made. I've tried sewing before but I lack the patience and I'm always impressed by those who can create such things with only fabric and thread. Oh, also I am Akasma and he is Singh, what is your name?"
"It's Rosoven," He seemed reluctant to meet their interested gazes curling to make himself smaller. "It's nothing that impressive, just sewing."
"Rosoven huh, a pretty name for a pretty dragon," Akasma commented, "You have our shade of pink." She fluttered her rosey wings for emphasis, "It's the best colour." Singh also tipped his head and wings to accent the pink markings that swirled over his scales. He hadn't noted the colour but he was not surprised that Akasma had, after all it was what had drawn her to him in the first place.
Rosoven seemed surprised at the compliment and flustered by the way they were both showing off for him. He did move so that they could catch a better glimpse of his work though. Akasma gasped and leaned in to look more closely.
"That's beautiful, you're really very talented." She commented, ignoring the fact that she had definitely invaded his space to inspect his work.
"It's not finished," Rosoven muttered looking away.
"Can we see it when it is? I'm honestly quite curious, how long would it take?" Akasma questioned him.
"I should be done by tomorrow," He still did not look at them. Singh and Akasma shared a look, her's pleading and his amused.
"Well I suppose we will have to come to visit tomorrow then," Singh spoke for the both of them, causing Akasma to beam at him and Rosoven to look up startled. "As long as you don't mind."
Rosoven looked uncertain but under Akasma's pleading gaze he crumbled like so many dragons before him, "I'll be here around the same time tomorrow, if you'd like to come by."
"It's a date then!" Akasma was quite pleased and pressed a kiss to his cheek before heading back over to her mate, "We will see you tomorrow!" She took off leaving Rosoven looking shocked and Singh amused. Before Rosoven could manage to collect his thoughts enough to apologize to Singh, or to offer any sort of excuse the other smiled at him.
"See you tomorrow then," Leaning in he brushed his own kiss over the cheek that his mate had before he too took off, following his mate up to where she sparkled in the sun above the trees, leaving a surprised Imperial beneath him. There were many reasons Singh loved Akasma and her boundless love was one of the best reasons he could have.
My lair ends at Shinatobe
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...both, Tia and Universe from my lair! Universe has the same colours as she does but I feel like I needed to have Tia as well because [i]gorls[/i]. I loved your idea with two dragons, so I'll be giving it a try as well!
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"Haha, just try and catch up to [i]me[/i]!" Tia yelled while laughing, at the smaller imperial flying behind her. Wind and cheerful laughter flowing through her mane, creating a symphony with the crashing of waves beneath them. They were spending their time flying above the bay between the Starfall Isles and the Windswept Plateau on their way back from the south.
"No thanks, you can find someone else!" Universe had a smaller stature compared to other imperials but it doesn't bother him even if Tia keeps being a relentless tease about it. She effortlessly flies ahead with her bigger wingspan while he remained behind her, chuckling but making no effort to fly any faster to catch up.
"Maybe, [i]I will[/i]." She dived down towards the water's surface after catching a glimpse of light reflecting off the scales of another dragon. Tia guided herself to the side of Aleja, slowing down to match her pace with Universe not far behind her. "Would you like to..." Her invitation died at her lips as she quietened down to admire the beauty beside her. She got too caught up in having fun that she had forgotten how she isn't the best at meeting new dragons.
"Someone's being shy~" Universe singsonged, finally seeing his opportunity to tease Tia for a change when she usually has the upper hand. He understood her reaction when he saw Aleja for himself, saying "Wow, you're so pretty!"
Tia squirmed at his comments, embarrassed for his bluntness. Where could she hide? They're in the open skies with nowhere for her to conceal herself... maybe she can just launch herself into the ocean. She'll have to find a good timing for her to do so.
Universe, catching on to Tia's unusual silence, decided that he's going to have to invite the dragon instead. He's learnt firsthand how she is usually quiet at first before opening up once she feels more confident. It took a bit before they got to the playful banter they shared today.
"Hi there, are you perhaps busy at the moment? I would like to invite you to hang out with us, we'd both love to get to know you better! I'm Universe and the useless one is Tia, she has a crush on you too!"
Tia is [i]suffering[/i].
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No one without a familiar, please! Any of my dragons would love attention from any gender, even if some might not act like it fufu. Thank you~
@readergirl12 Your beautiful girl, Aleja has caught the attention of...
...both, Tia and Universe from my lair! Universe has the same colours as she does but I feel like I needed to have Tia as well because gorls. I loved your idea with two dragons, so I'll be giving it a try as well!
"Haha, just try and catch up to me!" Tia yelled while laughing, at the smaller imperial flying behind her. Wind and cheerful laughter flowing through her mane, creating a symphony with the crashing of waves beneath them. They were spending their time flying above the bay between the Starfall Isles and the Windswept Plateau on their way back from the south.
"No thanks, you can find someone else!" Universe had a smaller stature compared to other imperials but it doesn't bother him even if Tia keeps being a relentless tease about it. She effortlessly flies ahead with her bigger wingspan while he remained behind her, chuckling but making no effort to fly any faster to catch up.
"Maybe, I will." She dived down towards the water's surface after catching a glimpse of light reflecting off the scales of another dragon. Tia guided herself to the side of Aleja, slowing down to match her pace with Universe not far behind her. "Would you like to..." Her invitation died at her lips as she quietened down to admire the beauty beside her. She got too caught up in having fun that she had forgotten how she isn't the best at meeting new dragons.
"Someone's being shy~" Universe singsonged, finally seeing his opportunity to tease Tia for a change when she usually has the upper hand. He understood her reaction when he saw Aleja for himself, saying "Wow, you're so pretty!"
Tia squirmed at his comments, embarrassed for his bluntness. Where could she hide? They're in the open skies with nowhere for her to conceal herself... maybe she can just launch herself into the ocean. She'll have to find a good timing for her to do so.
Universe, catching on to Tia's unusual silence, decided that he's going to have to invite the dragon instead. He's learnt firsthand how she is usually quiet at first before opening up once she feels more confident. It took a bit before they got to the playful banter they shared today.
"Hi there, are you perhaps busy at the moment? I would like to invite you to hang out with us, we'd both love to get to know you better! I'm Universe and the useless one is Tia, she has a crush on you too!"
Tia is suffering.
No one without a familiar, please! Any of my dragons would love attention from any gender, even if some might not act like it fufu. Thank you~
...both, Tia and Universe from my lair! Universe has the same colours as she does but I feel like I needed to have Tia as well because gorls. I loved your idea with two dragons, so I'll be giving it a try as well!
"Haha, just try and catch up to me!" Tia yelled while laughing, at the smaller imperial flying behind her. Wind and cheerful laughter flowing through her mane, creating a symphony with the crashing of waves beneath them. They were spending their time flying above the bay between the Starfall Isles and the Windswept Plateau on their way back from the south.
"No thanks, you can find someone else!" Universe had a smaller stature compared to other imperials but it doesn't bother him even if Tia keeps being a relentless tease about it. She effortlessly flies ahead with her bigger wingspan while he remained behind her, chuckling but making no effort to fly any faster to catch up.
"Maybe, I will." She dived down towards the water's surface after catching a glimpse of light reflecting off the scales of another dragon. Tia guided herself to the side of Aleja, slowing down to match her pace with Universe not far behind her. "Would you like to..." Her invitation died at her lips as she quietened down to admire the beauty beside her. She got too caught up in having fun that she had forgotten how she isn't the best at meeting new dragons.
"Someone's being shy~" Universe singsonged, finally seeing his opportunity to tease Tia for a change when she usually has the upper hand. He understood her reaction when he saw Aleja for himself, saying "Wow, you're so pretty!"
Tia squirmed at his comments, embarrassed for his bluntness. Where could she hide? They're in the open skies with nowhere for her to conceal herself... maybe she can just launch herself into the ocean. She'll have to find a good timing for her to do so.
Universe, catching on to Tia's unusual silence, decided that he's going to have to invite the dragon instead. He's learnt firsthand how she is usually quiet at first before opening up once she feels more confident. It took a bit before they got to the playful banter they shared today.
"Hi there, are you perhaps busy at the moment? I would like to invite you to hang out with us, we'd both love to get to know you better! I'm Universe and the useless one is Tia, she has a crush on you too!"
Tia is suffering.
No one without a familiar, please! Any of my dragons would love attention from any gender, even if some might not act like it fufu. Thank you~
@Rari0516
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your [b]spirit[/b] catches my [b]charmeine[/b]'s eyes - er, eye? x)
[size=2]i hope you don't mind me taking a bit of liberty with spirit as he doesn't really have any lore! ;v;[/size]
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"My, my—what do we have here?"
Charmeine whispered—or, rather, spoke in a hushed voice, intent on having the other Skydancer hear him. The mentioned Skydancer flared his wings, gaze still fixated on Charmeine, hardly visible under the rim of his hat, propped up on winding black antlers. Charmeine returned that gaze, propping up his cap with a flick of his head, letting his smirk become visible—said smirk curled into a fanged smile.
"It's not everyday I see another dragon around these parts," he spoke, voice still low; grin still present. "I'm sure that's the same case for you." He took a slow step forward, and the other Skydancer stepped back, cautious, but his wings were still flared open.
"There's such thing as a [i]coincidence,[/i] you know. A simple concept, surely." Words finally rolled off of the other Skydancer's tongue, accompanied with bared fangs. "You're not the only one who goes through here."
"Obviously not, becuase you're here too," Charmeine spoke, raising an eyebrow. "And if you think about it in a wider sense—[i]fate[/i] is perhaps a form of [i]coincidence,[/i] no?" he laughed, taking another step forward; the Skydancer opposite flaring his feathers in what seemed to be shock.
"What are you implying?" His response was brief.
"Perhaps fate wanted us to meet," Charmeine went on, "and perhaps it'll want us to meet again. If you'll excuse me, I have some things to do." He excused himself back to his route, continuing to trod along, before turning back to face the Skydancer. "My name is Charmeine, if you'll remember it."
The conversation was ended just like that—silence prompted by Charmeine's leave, and Spirit's own fluster.
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sorry if this stopped making sense, i haven't written... interaction... in a while OTL
but i hope you like it!- or at the least, i hope i could give you some inspiration for spirit?? haha
my lair ends at ana! :>
feel free to make up a personality / lore-thing for any dragon who doesn't have anything in their description!
@Rari0516
your spirit catches my charmeine's eyes - er, eye? x)
i hope you don't mind me taking a bit of liberty with spirit as he doesn't really have any lore! ;v;
"My, my—what do we have here?"
Charmeine whispered—or, rather, spoke in a hushed voice, intent on having the other Skydancer hear him. The mentioned Skydancer flared his wings, gaze still fixated on Charmeine, hardly visible under the rim of his hat, propped up on winding black antlers. Charmeine returned that gaze, propping up his cap with a flick of his head, letting his smirk become visible—said smirk curled into a fanged smile.
"It's not everyday I see another dragon around these parts," he spoke, voice still low; grin still present. "I'm sure that's the same case for you." He took a slow step forward, and the other Skydancer stepped back, cautious, but his wings were still flared open.
"There's such thing as a coincidence, you know. A simple concept, surely." Words finally rolled off of the other Skydancer's tongue, accompanied with bared fangs. "You're not the only one who goes through here."
"Obviously not, becuase you're here too," Charmeine spoke, raising an eyebrow. "And if you think about it in a wider sense—fate is perhaps a form of coincidence, no?" he laughed, taking another step forward; the Skydancer opposite flaring his feathers in what seemed to be shock.
"What are you implying?" His response was brief.
"Perhaps fate wanted us to meet," Charmeine went on, "and perhaps it'll want us to meet again. If you'll excuse me, I have some things to do." He excused himself back to his route, continuing to trod along, before turning back to face the Skydancer. "My name is Charmeine, if you'll remember it."
The conversation was ended just like that—silence prompted by Charmeine's leave, and Spirit's own fluster.
sorry if this stopped making sense, i haven't written... interaction... in a while OTL
but i hope you like it!- or at the least, i hope i could give you some inspiration for spirit?? haha
my lair ends at ana! :>
feel free to make up a personality / lore-thing for any dragon who doesn't have anything in their description!
your spirit catches my charmeine's eyes - er, eye? x)
i hope you don't mind me taking a bit of liberty with spirit as he doesn't really have any lore! ;v;
"My, my—what do we have here?"
Charmeine whispered—or, rather, spoke in a hushed voice, intent on having the other Skydancer hear him. The mentioned Skydancer flared his wings, gaze still fixated on Charmeine, hardly visible under the rim of his hat, propped up on winding black antlers. Charmeine returned that gaze, propping up his cap with a flick of his head, letting his smirk become visible—said smirk curled into a fanged smile.
"It's not everyday I see another dragon around these parts," he spoke, voice still low; grin still present. "I'm sure that's the same case for you." He took a slow step forward, and the other Skydancer stepped back, cautious, but his wings were still flared open.
"There's such thing as a coincidence, you know. A simple concept, surely." Words finally rolled off of the other Skydancer's tongue, accompanied with bared fangs. "You're not the only one who goes through here."
"Obviously not, becuase you're here too," Charmeine spoke, raising an eyebrow. "And if you think about it in a wider sense—fate is perhaps a form of coincidence, no?" he laughed, taking another step forward; the Skydancer opposite flaring his feathers in what seemed to be shock.
"What are you implying?" His response was brief.
"Perhaps fate wanted us to meet," Charmeine went on, "and perhaps it'll want us to meet again. If you'll excuse me, I have some things to do." He excused himself back to his route, continuing to trod along, before turning back to face the Skydancer. "My name is Charmeine, if you'll remember it."
The conversation was ended just like that—silence prompted by Charmeine's leave, and Spirit's own fluster.
sorry if this stopped making sense, i haven't written... interaction... in a while OTL
but i hope you like it!- or at the least, i hope i could give you some inspiration for spirit?? haha
my lair ends at ana! :>
feel free to make up a personality / lore-thing for any dragon who doesn't have anything in their description!
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@Hocotate
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Had caught the eye of...
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Arazgham was surprised to see another dragon that would catch his eye. Well... “dragon”, if he was being very specific. He could sense something more, much more. Whenever he was intrigued, though, he wouldn’t stop until he knew everything he wanted. That is the curse of being worshiped as a god by a clan of believers that would stop at nothing to take over all of dragonkind with the power they hold in their hands. Fools. If they had a real god, they would be crushed under his talons.
“You,” he called to Orion, “You are not who you seem.”
Arazgham tilted his head, as if curious.
“But you cannot speak of it? How odd. I can say I am in the same position,” he said in a booming voice. His name was not Arazgham, as Stellaecres wasn’t fond of her name, nor was Venus. Yet they are trapped in the clan that holds them so highly.
“You are cursed, and so am I. Let us speak about it until the sky turns black. I am very interested in [i]anything[/i] you have to say,” although he was not very subtle, he made his point known. He obtains anything he wants, of course. It is no different for another dragon.
However, Stellaecres steps in to interrupt Arazgham, who has gotten a tad too close.
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“I am very sorry,” she tries to guide Orion away from the increasingly frustrated Spiral. Her gaze seems to linger on Orion, though, as if she cannot help it. She rips her yellow gaze away quickly, though, as if she had to force herself to.
“Your name is a star, which is very common in gods from which I come from,” she says with her eyes closed. Her name “Stellae”, quite literally means stars.
“A name is a powerful thing my l-... friend,” she says, “Especially one that holds history.”
Suddenly she spread her wings and glided towards Arazgham, gathering her friend and practically forcing him to fly off with her, leaving Orion alone.
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I hope this is okay! ^^
My layer “ends” at Arvin (only because I haven’t named the rest).
Please respect sexualities! The only set sexualities I have for my dragons are Haven and Hael (they are both lesbians).
First row of dragons are listed and profiled in my clan profile because I haven’t gotten to their description yet. You can see their personalities there.
@Hocotate
Had caught the eye of...
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Arazgham was surprised to see another dragon that would catch his eye. Well... “dragon”, if he was being very specific. He could sense something more, much more. Whenever he was intrigued, though, he wouldn’t stop until he knew everything he wanted. That is the curse of being worshiped as a god by a clan of believers that would stop at nothing to take over all of dragonkind with the power they hold in their hands. Fools. If they had a real god, they would be crushed under his talons.
“You,” he called to Orion, “You are not who you seem.”
Arazgham tilted his head, as if curious.
“But you cannot speak of it? How odd. I can say I am in the same position,” he said in a booming voice. His name was not Arazgham, as Stellaecres wasn’t fond of her name, nor was Venus. Yet they are trapped in the clan that holds them so highly.
“You are cursed, and so am I. Let us speak about it until the sky turns black. I am very interested in anything you have to say,” although he was not very subtle, he made his point known. He obtains anything he wants, of course. It is no different for another dragon.
However, Stellaecres steps in to interrupt Arazgham, who has gotten a tad too close.
“I am very sorry,” she tries to guide Orion away from the increasingly frustrated Spiral. Her gaze seems to linger on Orion, though, as if she cannot help it. She rips her yellow gaze away quickly, though, as if she had to force herself to.
“Your name is a star, which is very common in gods from which I come from,” she says with her eyes closed. Her name “Stellae”, quite literally means stars.
“A name is a powerful thing my l-... friend,” she says, “Especially one that holds history.”
Suddenly she spread her wings and glided towards Arazgham, gathering her friend and practically forcing him to fly off with her, leaving Orion alone.
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I hope this is okay! ^^
My layer “ends” at Arvin (only because I haven’t named the rest).
Please respect sexualities! The only set sexualities I have for my dragons are Haven and Hael (they are both lesbians).
First row of dragons are listed and profiled in my clan profile because I haven’t gotten to their description yet. You can see their personalities there.
Had caught the eye of...
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Arazgham was surprised to see another dragon that would catch his eye. Well... “dragon”, if he was being very specific. He could sense something more, much more. Whenever he was intrigued, though, he wouldn’t stop until he knew everything he wanted. That is the curse of being worshiped as a god by a clan of believers that would stop at nothing to take over all of dragonkind with the power they hold in their hands. Fools. If they had a real god, they would be crushed under his talons.
“You,” he called to Orion, “You are not who you seem.”
Arazgham tilted his head, as if curious.
“But you cannot speak of it? How odd. I can say I am in the same position,” he said in a booming voice. His name was not Arazgham, as Stellaecres wasn’t fond of her name, nor was Venus. Yet they are trapped in the clan that holds them so highly.
“You are cursed, and so am I. Let us speak about it until the sky turns black. I am very interested in anything you have to say,” although he was not very subtle, he made his point known. He obtains anything he wants, of course. It is no different for another dragon.
However, Stellaecres steps in to interrupt Arazgham, who has gotten a tad too close.
“I am very sorry,” she tries to guide Orion away from the increasingly frustrated Spiral. Her gaze seems to linger on Orion, though, as if she cannot help it. She rips her yellow gaze away quickly, though, as if she had to force herself to.
“Your name is a star, which is very common in gods from which I come from,” she says with her eyes closed. Her name “Stellae”, quite literally means stars.
“A name is a powerful thing my l-... friend,” she says, “Especially one that holds history.”
Suddenly she spread her wings and glided towards Arazgham, gathering her friend and practically forcing him to fly off with her, leaving Orion alone.
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I hope this is okay! ^^
My layer “ends” at Arvin (only because I haven’t named the rest).
Please respect sexualities! The only set sexualities I have for my dragons are Haven and Hael (they are both lesbians).
First row of dragons are listed and profiled in my clan profile because I haven’t gotten to their description yet. You can see their personalities there.
@Arloy I almost wrote 3 different couples for this, I was trying to find somebody with complimentary lore but I didn't want to step on your toes. Hopefully this works within your universe thus far, I tried to keep it as more of a one off.
[b]Your spy Canidaen
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[b]Catches the eye of my curious shadow lady Calypso
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Calypso blended perfectly with the dusky sky above as night fell around her. Her gently glowing scales did not draw attention when placed against the backdrop of the stars. It was this that allowed her to see the secret meeting occurring below. A dark clad imperial was speaking with another shadowy figure. As she drifted closer she heard them part and saw as they exchanged a heavily coded message. She realized that it was likely that they both were of the Shadowbinder's spies. She knew something of the organization only because she had lived so long in the Tangled Wood and was cursed with damnable curiosity. She'd never before met one though, only heard tell of their beauty and trickery. This was of course an opportunity that could not be missed.
She followed the Imperial as he traveled back towards what she assumed was his current assignment. As he neared the edge of where the shadows ended she glided out of the sky, landing in front of him gracefully. He seemed surprised to see her but that was quickly masked under a congeniality she suspected served him well.
"Hello, who are you?" He had a lovely voice and she knew that when he spoke with that tone it likely aided his information gathering quite a bit.
"Nobody special," She grinned a Cheshire grin her own shadowed eyes glimmering mischievously. "Certainly nobody worth reporting to the Shadowbinder, spy." He tensed at her accusation and appeared as though he was ready to strike her down. She laughed at that reaction, amused that he thought her any sort of threat. "Relax darling, I would never betray another follower of our goddess, especially not one charged with such an elite task." She slunk closer to him still smiling, "I'm just curious."
"Curious about what?" He did not retreat from her as she drew near but seemed surprised that she did not stop at an appropriate distance, instead drawing herself dangerously close.
"All sorts of things," She lowered her voice to a husky purr, "But mostly about what you look like under all this disguise."
He seemed surprised for a moment before his expression slid into smug, "Well I suppose I can accommodate that." He agreed losing some of the previous tension. It was not uncommon for spies to wind up with admirers who also followed the Shadowbinder and who would enjoy the company of her favoured.
Calypso drew him further into the shadows with a smile, pleased that she would soon have her curiosity sated. Everybody always said that curiosity killed the cat but they always forgot the second half. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
@Arloy I almost wrote 3 different couples for this, I was trying to find somebody with complimentary lore but I didn't want to step on your toes. Hopefully this works within your universe thus far, I tried to keep it as more of a one off.
Your spy Canidaen
Catches the eye of my curious shadow lady Calypso
Calypso blended perfectly with the dusky sky above as night fell around her. Her gently glowing scales did not draw attention when placed against the backdrop of the stars. It was this that allowed her to see the secret meeting occurring below. A dark clad imperial was speaking with another shadowy figure. As she drifted closer she heard them part and saw as they exchanged a heavily coded message. She realized that it was likely that they both were of the Shadowbinder's spies. She knew something of the organization only because she had lived so long in the Tangled Wood and was cursed with damnable curiosity. She'd never before met one though, only heard tell of their beauty and trickery. This was of course an opportunity that could not be missed.
She followed the Imperial as he traveled back towards what she assumed was his current assignment. As he neared the edge of where the shadows ended she glided out of the sky, landing in front of him gracefully. He seemed surprised to see her but that was quickly masked under a congeniality she suspected served him well.
"Hello, who are you?" He had a lovely voice and she knew that when he spoke with that tone it likely aided his information gathering quite a bit.
"Nobody special," She grinned a Cheshire grin her own shadowed eyes glimmering mischievously. "Certainly nobody worth reporting to the Shadowbinder, spy." He tensed at her accusation and appeared as though he was ready to strike her down. She laughed at that reaction, amused that he thought her any sort of threat. "Relax darling, I would never betray another follower of our goddess, especially not one charged with such an elite task." She slunk closer to him still smiling, "I'm just curious."
"Curious about what?" He did not retreat from her as she drew near but seemed surprised that she did not stop at an appropriate distance, instead drawing herself dangerously close.
"All sorts of things," She lowered her voice to a husky purr, "But mostly about what you look like under all this disguise."
He seemed surprised for a moment before his expression slid into smug, "Well I suppose I can accommodate that." He agreed losing some of the previous tension. It was not uncommon for spies to wind up with admirers who also followed the Shadowbinder and who would enjoy the company of her favoured.
Calypso drew him further into the shadows with a smile, pleased that she would soon have her curiosity sated. Everybody always said that curiosity killed the cat but they always forgot the second half. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Your spy Canidaen
Catches the eye of my curious shadow lady Calypso
Calypso blended perfectly with the dusky sky above as night fell around her. Her gently glowing scales did not draw attention when placed against the backdrop of the stars. It was this that allowed her to see the secret meeting occurring below. A dark clad imperial was speaking with another shadowy figure. As she drifted closer she heard them part and saw as they exchanged a heavily coded message. She realized that it was likely that they both were of the Shadowbinder's spies. She knew something of the organization only because she had lived so long in the Tangled Wood and was cursed with damnable curiosity. She'd never before met one though, only heard tell of their beauty and trickery. This was of course an opportunity that could not be missed.
She followed the Imperial as he traveled back towards what she assumed was his current assignment. As he neared the edge of where the shadows ended she glided out of the sky, landing in front of him gracefully. He seemed surprised to see her but that was quickly masked under a congeniality she suspected served him well.
"Hello, who are you?" He had a lovely voice and she knew that when he spoke with that tone it likely aided his information gathering quite a bit.
"Nobody special," She grinned a Cheshire grin her own shadowed eyes glimmering mischievously. "Certainly nobody worth reporting to the Shadowbinder, spy." He tensed at her accusation and appeared as though he was ready to strike her down. She laughed at that reaction, amused that he thought her any sort of threat. "Relax darling, I would never betray another follower of our goddess, especially not one charged with such an elite task." She slunk closer to him still smiling, "I'm just curious."
"Curious about what?" He did not retreat from her as she drew near but seemed surprised that she did not stop at an appropriate distance, instead drawing herself dangerously close.
"All sorts of things," She lowered her voice to a husky purr, "But mostly about what you look like under all this disguise."
He seemed surprised for a moment before his expression slid into smug, "Well I suppose I can accommodate that." He agreed losing some of the previous tension. It was not uncommon for spies to wind up with admirers who also followed the Shadowbinder and who would enjoy the company of her favoured.
Calypso drew him further into the shadows with a smile, pleased that she would soon have her curiosity sated. Everybody always said that curiosity killed the cat but they always forgot the second half. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
@readergirl12
Your battleworn Vinya [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24315415]
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catches the eye of my hopeless Miri [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47006754]
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Miri found herself lost in the woods. [i]Again.[/i] and this time she didn't have Zorak or Xenia, or even Solis to help her back home. "[i]It's a simple task,[/i] they said; [i]just to the market[/i], they said; [i]only a hatchling could get lost[/i], they said. [i]Well! Here I am! Lost![/i]"she sighed and flew a bit higher, trying to discern any path she could take out of here.
Through the branches she saw an Imperial clad in dark armor. They had just finished off a beast, one that Miri could never dare to confront, even with her friends. She slowed down, a million scenarios running through her head. [i]'Nope. Nuh-uh. Not a good idea... Uhhhh...'[/i] She wrung her claws together, thinking, feeling her stomach tie into knots, before making the decision to give this dragon a wide berth; best to leave them be.
As she was about to take off, the other dragon made eye contact and moved towards her, somehow graceful even with the armor. Cue internal screaming. The Imperial reached Miri much faster than she could unfreeze herself. "Hello." Oh! Her voice was warm and melodic, a pleasant, low timbre. "You should not be in these woods. It is not safe for little travelers like you."
"Oh- uh- I know. I just- I got lost and- and- I don't know where I am- which way I came from- where I need to go- there was a path- I lost the path- I-I found some nice leaves for tea- we were running low- so I went to collect some- and then-" The Imperial nodded once while Miri blathered on, nervously wringing her claws.
"I see." The Imperial chuckled quietly. Miri flushed, now embarrassed.
"Uh- I-I'm Miri-" The little fae held her breath, her brain spinning for more to say.
The Imperial nodded once. "I am Vinya. I shall lead you back to the main path. Unfortunately that is as far as I can go. I have work to do here."
"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Miri circled and looped around Vinya in excitement before remembering to try not to be too overzealous. A lot of dragons don't like to be around others that are too loud or annoying or energetic. "Umm... Sorry... Thank- Thank you." Vinya only smiled and chuckled again.
It took longer than Miri expected to make their way back to the path; she had gotten [i]a lot[/i] farther off course than she initially thought. The whole way back Miri talked, retelling funny stories and weird happenings that she had seen around the realm, almost always accompanied by another of her clanmates. Vinya only chuckled and nodded, a dragon of few words.
"Here is the path. It should lead you back to your destination." Vinya spoke as the two emerged from the tree line.
"Oh! Thanks again! I'm sorry, for wasting your time, that is... Thank you for helping me out, back there. Umm... I should get going!" Miri dipped her head in thanks and zipped away. Vinya could only shake her head and chuckle at the odd little fae.
Then Miri stopped, flew back and pressed something into her hands, blushing so deep that the markings on her cheeks were practically invisible before zooming off down the path. Vinya looked at the item and found a handful of broadleaves. "This will make a fine tea indeed."
@readergirl12
Your battleworn Vinya
catches the eye of my hopeless Miri
Miri found herself lost in the woods. Again. and this time she didn't have Zorak or Xenia, or even Solis to help her back home. "It's a simple task, they said; just to the market, they said; only a hatchling could get lost, they said. Well! Here I am! Lost!"she sighed and flew a bit higher, trying to discern any path she could take out of here.
Through the branches she saw an Imperial clad in dark armor. They had just finished off a beast, one that Miri could never dare to confront, even with her friends. She slowed down, a million scenarios running through her head. 'Nope. Nuh-uh. Not a good idea... Uhhhh...' She wrung her claws together, thinking, feeling her stomach tie into knots, before making the decision to give this dragon a wide berth; best to leave them be.
As she was about to take off, the other dragon made eye contact and moved towards her, somehow graceful even with the armor. Cue internal screaming. The Imperial reached Miri much faster than she could unfreeze herself. "Hello." Oh! Her voice was warm and melodic, a pleasant, low timbre. "You should not be in these woods. It is not safe for little travelers like you."
"Oh- uh- I know. I just- I got lost and- and- I don't know where I am- which way I came from- where I need to go- there was a path- I lost the path- I-I found some nice leaves for tea- we were running low- so I went to collect some- and then-" The Imperial nodded once while Miri blathered on, nervously wringing her claws.
"I see." The Imperial chuckled quietly. Miri flushed, now embarrassed.
"Uh- I-I'm Miri-" The little fae held her breath, her brain spinning for more to say.
The Imperial nodded once. "I am Vinya. I shall lead you back to the main path. Unfortunately that is as far as I can go. I have work to do here."
"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Miri circled and looped around Vinya in excitement before remembering to try not to be too overzealous. A lot of dragons don't like to be around others that are too loud or annoying or energetic. "Umm... Sorry... Thank- Thank you." Vinya only smiled and chuckled again.
It took longer than Miri expected to make their way back to the path; she had gotten a lot farther off course than she initially thought. The whole way back Miri talked, retelling funny stories and weird happenings that she had seen around the realm, almost always accompanied by another of her clanmates. Vinya only chuckled and nodded, a dragon of few words.
"Here is the path. It should lead you back to your destination." Vinya spoke as the two emerged from the tree line.
"Oh! Thanks again! I'm sorry, for wasting your time, that is... Thank you for helping me out, back there. Umm... I should get going!" Miri dipped her head in thanks and zipped away. Vinya could only shake her head and chuckle at the odd little fae.
Then Miri stopped, flew back and pressed something into her hands, blushing so deep that the markings on her cheeks were practically invisible before zooming off down the path. Vinya looked at the item and found a handful of broadleaves. "This will make a fine tea indeed."
Your battleworn Vinya
catches the eye of my hopeless Miri
Miri found herself lost in the woods. Again. and this time she didn't have Zorak or Xenia, or even Solis to help her back home. "It's a simple task, they said; just to the market, they said; only a hatchling could get lost, they said. Well! Here I am! Lost!"she sighed and flew a bit higher, trying to discern any path she could take out of here.
Through the branches she saw an Imperial clad in dark armor. They had just finished off a beast, one that Miri could never dare to confront, even with her friends. She slowed down, a million scenarios running through her head. 'Nope. Nuh-uh. Not a good idea... Uhhhh...' She wrung her claws together, thinking, feeling her stomach tie into knots, before making the decision to give this dragon a wide berth; best to leave them be.
As she was about to take off, the other dragon made eye contact and moved towards her, somehow graceful even with the armor. Cue internal screaming. The Imperial reached Miri much faster than she could unfreeze herself. "Hello." Oh! Her voice was warm and melodic, a pleasant, low timbre. "You should not be in these woods. It is not safe for little travelers like you."
"Oh- uh- I know. I just- I got lost and- and- I don't know where I am- which way I came from- where I need to go- there was a path- I lost the path- I-I found some nice leaves for tea- we were running low- so I went to collect some- and then-" The Imperial nodded once while Miri blathered on, nervously wringing her claws.
"I see." The Imperial chuckled quietly. Miri flushed, now embarrassed.
"Uh- I-I'm Miri-" The little fae held her breath, her brain spinning for more to say.
The Imperial nodded once. "I am Vinya. I shall lead you back to the main path. Unfortunately that is as far as I can go. I have work to do here."
"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Miri circled and looped around Vinya in excitement before remembering to try not to be too overzealous. A lot of dragons don't like to be around others that are too loud or annoying or energetic. "Umm... Sorry... Thank- Thank you." Vinya only smiled and chuckled again.
It took longer than Miri expected to make their way back to the path; she had gotten a lot farther off course than she initially thought. The whole way back Miri talked, retelling funny stories and weird happenings that she had seen around the realm, almost always accompanied by another of her clanmates. Vinya only chuckled and nodded, a dragon of few words.
"Here is the path. It should lead you back to your destination." Vinya spoke as the two emerged from the tree line.
"Oh! Thanks again! I'm sorry, for wasting your time, that is... Thank you for helping me out, back there. Umm... I should get going!" Miri dipped her head in thanks and zipped away. Vinya could only shake her head and chuckle at the odd little fae.
Then Miri stopped, flew back and pressed something into her hands, blushing so deep that the markings on her cheeks were practically invisible before zooming off down the path. Vinya looked at the item and found a handful of broadleaves. "This will make a fine tea indeed."