[center][size=5]The Kingdom of Augurs Welcomes Three under Its Wings[/size]
[i]Praise to Arenji for these, our children.[/i]
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[size=4][b]Podsvetia[/b][/size]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522827]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/515229/51522827_350.png[/img]
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That my wound be lethal- this, above all else.
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He sees the possibility of death and dares it closer. He sees the lurking devils, the monsters that haunt the minds of all those around him, and he waits for the proof of malignant intent- waits for the proof so that he might dispose of the devils himself.
[size=4][b]Anapto[/b][/size]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522828]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/515229/51522828_350.png[/img]
[/url][quote]
One day you'll be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you'll have to justify the space you've filled.
[/quote]
A little journal that is always in her hand, never availed to anyone, which collects information from around her house. If it is enchanted, none would be surprised, but there she is now, watching her brother, and writing in a bloody red. She looks, she nods, and turns away, into the gardens, away from where her mother gazes inward and away from where her father charges outward.
[size=4][b]Peklo[/b][/size]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522829]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/515229/51522829_350.png[/img]
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Were you to unfold me— flowers and origami, sharp edges and soft petals— you’d find curled up, in a nest of iron and down, a creature of joy; of jubilance.
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Locked behind a thousand yard stare, a brilliant mind watches with no regard for others. Beauty that captivates, and so distant- apparently lost, like her mother, far away deep in her mind. She smiles, she laughs; at what? Her siblings don’t talk to her, they don’t talk of her. In a tower she bides her time, away from the family, and waits with a blade pressed to her palm.
The Kingdom of Augurs Welcomes Three under Its Wings
Praise to Arenji for these, our children. Podsvetia
Quote:
That my wound be lethal- this, above all else.
He sees the possibility of death and dares it closer. He sees the lurking devils, the monsters that haunt the minds of all those around him, and he waits for the proof of malignant intent- waits for the proof so that he might dispose of the devils himself.
Anapto
Quote:
One day you'll be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you'll have to justify the space you've filled.
A little journal that is always in her hand, never availed to anyone, which collects information from around her house. If it is enchanted, none would be surprised, but there she is now, watching her brother, and writing in a bloody red. She looks, she nods, and turns away, into the gardens, away from where her mother gazes inward and away from where her father charges outward.
Peklo
Quote:
Were you to unfold me— flowers and origami, sharp edges and soft petals— you’d find curled up, in a nest of iron and down, a creature of joy; of jubilance.
Locked behind a thousand yard stare, a brilliant mind watches with no regard for others. Beauty that captivates, and so distant- apparently lost, like her mother, far away deep in her mind. She smiles, she laughs; at what? Her siblings don’t talk to her, they don’t talk of her. In a tower she bides her time, away from the family, and waits with a blade pressed to her palm.
LF :: nests of
[center][size=6][b]Failure.[/b][/size]
[size=2]Loot Item for Peklo of the Augurs.[/size]
[item="Dark-Tufted Sparrowmouse"]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522829]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/515229/51522829.png[/img]
[/url]
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In the far reaches of the twisting stone spires of her kingdom, a child sleeps.
With eyes wide open to the mock battle that happens out her window, the game of swords her siblings play, she dreams.
She can do little else.
Night and day blur together, when there’s nothing she’s allowed to do. It’s night, and she means to prove herself not weak.
A quick dash into the armory- she’s familiar with the plan of the castle, even if it’s not her lot in life to walk it. Her siblings are there too; Peklo freezes as the brutish duo turn to her.
“What’s she doing here?”
Podsvetia shakes his head. He stands, taller than any of them, with a sword taken from the rack- Anapto carries a shorter blade, though one no less lethal.
“I’m going outside.”
“You?”
Peklo nods, steel resolve and cutting gaze. Without taking her eyes from either sibling, she walks along the opposite wall. One hand reaches for something, anything, which she could rely on. Defend herself with.
“Think you can use that?” She holds a small staff, one meant as a supplement to a hand-to-hand combat style, one that neither of her older siblings would find much interest in. She nods.
“We’re not really going to let her do this, are we?”
A look passes between the two- one that says nothing less than “she hardly matters anyways.”
Her grip on the staff tightens, eyes narrowed against the force of her anger.
The pearlcatcher walks out beyond the walls of pink stone she’s known her whole life. Hears a world of motion, commotion, the sound of creatures small and large that lurk beyond.
[i]One step and another and another.[/i]
Something flies towards her, and with little thought, she strikes- an unpracticed and fearful blow. The sparrowmouse is thrown to the ground, and she runs to it. She reaches for it, but it cheeps, indignant, with one wing at a wrong angle.
She stands over it, quietly. Eyes that see without seeing, she reaches for it again, bearing its sharp cutting beak without notice of the blood it draws.
It is dead by the time she brings it back to her tower. Wordlessly, she buries it, feeling the taunting words of her siblings, her parents, everyone she knows. Taunting her. She couldn’t kill it and she couldn’t save it- a failure in both respects.
Its body feeds the rosebush beneath her tower.
In the far reaches of the twisting stone spires of her kingdom, a child sleeps.
With eyes wide open to the mock battle that happens out her window, the game of swords her siblings play, she dreams.
She can do little else.
Night and day blur together, when there’s nothing she’s allowed to do. It’s night, and she means to prove herself not weak.
A quick dash into the armory- she’s familiar with the plan of the castle, even if it’s not her lot in life to walk it. Her siblings are there too; Peklo freezes as the brutish duo turn to her.
“What’s she doing here?”
Podsvetia shakes his head. He stands, taller than any of them, with a sword taken from the rack- Anapto carries a shorter blade, though one no less lethal.
“I’m going outside.”
“You?”
Peklo nods, steel resolve and cutting gaze. Without taking her eyes from either sibling, she walks along the opposite wall. One hand reaches for something, anything, which she could rely on. Defend herself with.
“Think you can use that?” She holds a small staff, one meant as a supplement to a hand-to-hand combat style, one that neither of her older siblings would find much interest in. She nods.
“We’re not really going to let her do this, are we?”
A look passes between the two- one that says nothing less than “she hardly matters anyways.”
Her grip on the staff tightens, eyes narrowed against the force of her anger.
The pearlcatcher walks out beyond the walls of pink stone she’s known her whole life. Hears a world of motion, commotion, the sound of creatures small and large that lurk beyond. One step and another and another.
Something flies towards her, and with little thought, she strikes- an unpracticed and fearful blow. The sparrowmouse is thrown to the ground, and she runs to it. She reaches for it, but it cheeps, indignant, with one wing at a wrong angle.
She stands over it, quietly. Eyes that see without seeing, she reaches for it again, bearing its sharp cutting beak without notice of the blood it draws.
It is dead by the time she brings it back to her tower. Wordlessly, she buries it, feeling the taunting words of her siblings, her parents, everyone she knows. Taunting her. She couldn’t kill it and she couldn’t save it- a failure in both respects.
Its body feeds the rosebush beneath her tower.
LF :: nests of
[center][size=6][b]Queen-to-be.[/b][/size]
[size=2]Loot Item for Anapto of the Augurs.[/size]
[item="Teardrop Citrine Ring"]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522828]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/515229/51522828.png[/img]
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“What’s this?”
“A gift. From my mother, and from me.” Theia held out a ring, dropped it into the outstretched palm of her child.
“I thought it was only for the daughters of light.”
“And you are a daughter of light.”
Anapto looked at the jewel, the small detailing on the claws that held it, the way the light shone through each facet. Slowly, she put it on her thumb. “Then I’m allowed to wear it?”
“You’re allowed to [i]keep[/i] it, if you so choose.”
“Why now?”
“You’ll be a queen. Why else?”
“Do you really think I’ll be a queen?” Anapto smiled, looking up at the expressionless face of her mother, and felt her spirits sink. The vacant look was the finishing point of the conversation, and she left the waiting room, twisting the citrine ring around and around her finger, finishing the conversation as she did.
[i]Mom believes I’ll become queen. I hope so. Wouldn’t that be something? Veles- Father would hate that. Podsvetia would too, probably. She gave me this ring, saying it was from her mom from even before.
I hope I end up in the light flight at some time. That would be nice. Mom says they’re all dedicated to history. She says I’d like it there. I’m glad I got the ring. It means Mom likes me. Right?[/i]
“What’s this?”
“A gift. From my mother, and from me.” Theia held out a ring, dropped it into the outstretched palm of her child.
“I thought it was only for the daughters of light.”
“And you are a daughter of light.”
Anapto looked at the jewel, the small detailing on the claws that held it, the way the light shone through each facet. Slowly, she put it on her thumb. “Then I’m allowed to wear it?”
“You’re allowed to keep it, if you so choose.”
“Why now?”
“You’ll be a queen. Why else?”
“Do you really think I’ll be a queen?” Anapto smiled, looking up at the expressionless face of her mother, and felt her spirits sink. The vacant look was the finishing point of the conversation, and she left the waiting room, twisting the citrine ring around and around her finger, finishing the conversation as she did.
Mom believes I’ll become queen. I hope so. Wouldn’t that be something? Veles- Father would hate that. Podsvetia would too, probably. She gave me this ring, saying it was from her mom from even before.
I hope I end up in the light flight at some time. That would be nice. Mom says they’re all dedicated to history. She says I’d like it there. I’m glad I got the ring. It means Mom likes me. Right?
LF :: nests of
[size=1]@mebibyte[/size]
[center][size=5][b]Presently, Future King.[/b][/size]
[size=2]Loot Item for Podsvetia of the Augurs.
[item=chipskink]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522827][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/515229/51522827.png[/img][/url]
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It had crawled onto him from a low-hanging branch. The little chipskink seemed too familiar, as though it had known dragons before, had no fear of them.
Here was this little creature, when he’d worn himself to the bone, and it climbed onto his shoulder and sat there and had the audacity to seem to smile at him. As though it were doing nothing wrong, as though it had every right to be there and not be attacking the prince.
“Ah, a bandit,” he eventually commented, lying down in the grass and letting himself breathe. The chipskink made no move to leave him, instead curling up on his chest. “Shall I have to give up my treasures to the little highwayman?” There was no response; to be expected, of course. “Ne’er you mind. If it’s not my treasures you seek, then what?”
Podsvetia had been impressed with it. Most of the little things that dwelt in the fields and lesser woods were afraid of dragon kind, attacked or ran from the many breeds of draconic creatures. He’d been catching them himself, as food and as training for the more difficult areas of the world, the places his father had promised to take him in the future.
He wasn't looking at it anymore, just up into the clouds. Bandit, as he’d decided to name it, didn’t answer except by way of pushing its face under one of Podsvetia’s hands. “My affection? My, what manner of creature are you? To approach a prince for his company, as if he were merely a common man.”
He sighed, standing, focusing on the pressure of his claws against his palm, to pull his attention from the ache that had filled his every muscle. “Does the Bandit wish to join me in contest with the rest of the world?”
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The prince had been in the fields, on the edge of the woods on his own. He had free rein of all his father’s territory, and after all, why shouldn’t he do what he thought would benefit him? His sister had become more... Certain? No. Arrogant? Maybe. She had become more impassioned, more sure of her own chance to ascend to the throne.
He fought wildly, without weapon or armor. The sun began to set, and still he fought.
He’d come to the conclusion that it would very likely become a contest of force, and if it did, then he should be the one to win it. So he was in the fields, in contest with whatever creatures he could find, and running himself ragged trying to prove (to himself? To someone else?) that he was the inevitable winner of the future battle he already knew must be set.
He would wait, of course, for Anapto to attack him, but when she did, he’d be sure she paid the price.
Presently, Future King. Loot Item for Podsvetia of the Augurs.
Chipskink
Familiar
No acorn or insect resembling an acorn is safe.
1500
It had crawled onto him from a low-hanging branch. The little chipskink seemed too familiar, as though it had known dragons before, had no fear of them.
Here was this little creature, when he’d worn himself to the bone, and it climbed onto his shoulder and sat there and had the audacity to seem to smile at him. As though it were doing nothing wrong, as though it had every right to be there and not be attacking the prince.
“Ah, a bandit,” he eventually commented, lying down in the grass and letting himself breathe. The chipskink made no move to leave him, instead curling up on his chest. “Shall I have to give up my treasures to the little highwayman?” There was no response; to be expected, of course. “Ne’er you mind. If it’s not my treasures you seek, then what?”
Podsvetia had been impressed with it. Most of the little things that dwelt in the fields and lesser woods were afraid of dragon kind, attacked or ran from the many breeds of draconic creatures. He’d been catching them himself, as food and as training for the more difficult areas of the world, the places his father had promised to take him in the future.
He wasn't looking at it anymore, just up into the clouds. Bandit, as he’d decided to name it, didn’t answer except by way of pushing its face under one of Podsvetia’s hands. “My affection? My, what manner of creature are you? To approach a prince for his company, as if he were merely a common man.”
He sighed, standing, focusing on the pressure of his claws against his palm, to pull his attention from the ache that had filled his every muscle. “Does the Bandit wish to join me in contest with the rest of the world?”
-
The prince had been in the fields, on the edge of the woods on his own. He had free rein of all his father’s territory, and after all, why shouldn’t he do what he thought would benefit him? His sister had become more... Certain? No. Arrogant? Maybe. She had become more impassioned, more sure of her own chance to ascend to the throne.
He fought wildly, without weapon or armor. The sun began to set, and still he fought.
He’d come to the conclusion that it would very likely become a contest of force, and if it did, then he should be the one to win it. So he was in the fields, in contest with whatever creatures he could find, and running himself ragged trying to prove (to himself? To someone else?) that he was the inevitable winner of the future battle he already knew must be set.
He would wait, of course, for Anapto to attack him, but when she did, he’d be sure she paid the price.
LF :: nests of
[size=1]@mebibyte[/size]
[center][size=6][b]A Gift from No One.[/b][/size]
[size=2]Loot Item for Anapto of the Augurs.[/size]
[item="Leafy Pack"]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522828]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/515229/51522828.png[/img]
[/url]
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The garden was her haven, one of the few places she could get lost from her parents in. She wasn't afforded the same luxury as her brother, who was allowed to go with Veles into the woods, allowed to join the hunt because he was the [i]favorite[/i] of the king.
She twisted the ring about her thumb, staring with fury into the clouds. [i]Podsvetia's the favorite, the special child.[/i]
"Do they want us to hate each other?" She asked the wind, which simply breezed past, not answering. "I mean, do Veles and Podsvetia want to hate me, and want me to hate them?"
Again, no answer. She huffed, looking up at the tower which held her sister. She had only the most vague memories of her sister. The last time the pearlcatcher had gone outside her fortress, they had all been but small children, barely more than hatchlings.
Her sister's gaze was there, watching over the garden, staring into Anapto's soul as though waiting for the next question to the open winds. As though she already knew the question.
Shuddering, Anapto turned away from her sister. "Leave me alone."
She looked back, and there was no one at the window. "What..?"
At the base of the tower, something had spilt gold on the ground.
[quote]I have no use for this.[/quote]
A satchel of treasure, woven from vines that crawled up the sides of the castle, bound and reinforced within with leaves of ivy. She looked up- her sister's face quickly ducking away from the window where she had been watching just moments earlier.
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[i]I had always assumed we avoided Peklo because something was wrong with her. I guess Veles would have had us be like that. What if nothing's wrong with her after all?
I don't know what her goal was, for giving me this. I guess it doesn't matter what her intentions were. I have my own intentions.
A Gift from No One. Loot Item for Anapto of the Augurs.
Leafy Pack
Chests
Assembled from woven vines and tough broad leaves. There's something inside.
0
The garden was her haven, one of the few places she could get lost from her parents in. She wasn't afforded the same luxury as her brother, who was allowed to go with Veles into the woods, allowed to join the hunt because he was the favorite of the king.
She twisted the ring about her thumb, staring with fury into the clouds. Podsvetia's the favorite, the special child.
"Do they want us to hate each other?" She asked the wind, which simply breezed past, not answering. "I mean, do Veles and Podsvetia want to hate me, and want me to hate them?"
Again, no answer. She huffed, looking up at the tower which held her sister. She had only the most vague memories of her sister. The last time the pearlcatcher had gone outside her fortress, they had all been but small children, barely more than hatchlings.
Her sister's gaze was there, watching over the garden, staring into Anapto's soul as though waiting for the next question to the open winds. As though she already knew the question.
Shuddering, Anapto turned away from her sister. "Leave me alone."
She looked back, and there was no one at the window. "What..?"
At the base of the tower, something had spilt gold on the ground.
Quote:
I have no use for this.
A satchel of treasure, woven from vines that crawled up the sides of the castle, bound and reinforced within with leaves of ivy. She looked up- her sister's face quickly ducking away from the window where she had been watching just moments earlier.
I had always assumed we avoided Peklo because something was wrong with her. I guess Veles would have had us be like that. What if nothing's wrong with her after all?
I don't know what her goal was, for giving me this. I guess it doesn't matter what her intentions were. I have my own intentions.
LF :: nests of
[size=1]@mebibyte[/size]
[center][size=6][b]A Gift to No One.[/b][/size]
[size=2]Loot Item for Peklo of the Augurs.[/size]
[item="Leafy Pack"]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522829]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/515229/51522829.png[/img]
[/url]
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[i]Snip. Snip.[/i]
The vines that threatened at all hours to seal her only remaining source of sun were clipped away. A pair of shears were her last tool to reach the outside world.
[i]Snip.[/i]
The window was just small enough that going in and out through it, even with the small amount of size-altering magic she'd learned, was a hassle. She would have loved to have... something. A companion perhaps. Someone with whom she could carry out a proper conversation.
Her sister had stopped visiting the garden for the past week, after the bundle of treasure. The recollection that it had been both siblings that once carried their father's favor, both of them who had seen Peklo as nothing more than a burden, had left her feeling shameful for even thinking that assisting Anapto was a good idea. Something to be done.
"She seemed so helpless..." The frailty of her whispered voice was an electric shock. She really hadn't spoken in such a long time. Her tongue was as useless (useless!) as the rest of her muscles.
She stared out into the garden as her brother ran off into the woods, following his father (and it was only his father, not the father of the sisters, he had been disowned by their two minds,) following and smiling and looking half-way between adult- and child-hood, the first straggling bit of his guardian beard barely clinging to his chin.
Not that Peklo could see it, he was too far away, and her eyes too weak. She thought he still looked rather like the overgrown hatchling he was back then.
She rested her chin upon the windowsill, again wishing for company.
Something lumpy and solid flew past- inches away from her face, crashing into the back of her room, and leaving her disorientedly trying to fish herself from the wandering thoughts which had clouded her sight.
Her sister? In the garden, and grinning that self-same wicked grin.
She went to gather the package.
[quote]Thanks. I'll return the favor soon.[/quote]
Soon? What- "what do you mean by soon?" Peklo asked as she returned to the window- and Anapto shook her head. It could have been 'I can't hear you,' or it could have been 'you'll see soon,' and the pearl catcher had no way to know which was which.
The guardian sister took her leave without further explanation.
A Gift to No One. Loot Item for Peklo of the Augurs.
Leafy Pack
Chests
Assembled from woven vines and tough broad leaves. There's something inside.
0
Snip. Snip.
The vines that threatened at all hours to seal her only remaining source of sun were clipped away. A pair of shears were her last tool to reach the outside world. Snip.
The window was just small enough that going in and out through it, even with the small amount of size-altering magic she'd learned, was a hassle. She would have loved to have... something. A companion perhaps. Someone with whom she could carry out a proper conversation.
Her sister had stopped visiting the garden for the past week, after the bundle of treasure. The recollection that it had been both siblings that once carried their father's favor, both of them who had seen Peklo as nothing more than a burden, had left her feeling shameful for even thinking that assisting Anapto was a good idea. Something to be done.
"She seemed so helpless..." The frailty of her whispered voice was an electric shock. She really hadn't spoken in such a long time. Her tongue was as useless (useless!) as the rest of her muscles.
She stared out into the garden as her brother ran off into the woods, following his father (and it was only his father, not the father of the sisters, he had been disowned by their two minds,) following and smiling and looking half-way between adult- and child-hood, the first straggling bit of his guardian beard barely clinging to his chin.
Not that Peklo could see it, he was too far away, and her eyes too weak. She thought he still looked rather like the overgrown hatchling he was back then.
She rested her chin upon the windowsill, again wishing for company.
Something lumpy and solid flew past- inches away from her face, crashing into the back of her room, and leaving her disorientedly trying to fish herself from the wandering thoughts which had clouded her sight.
Her sister? In the garden, and grinning that self-same wicked grin.
She went to gather the package.
Quote:
Thanks. I'll return the favor soon.
Soon? What- "what do you mean by soon?" Peklo asked as she returned to the window- and Anapto shook her head. It could have been 'I can't hear you,' or it could have been 'you'll see soon,' and the pearl catcher had no way to know which was which.
The guardian sister took her leave without further explanation.
LF :: nests of
[size=1]@mebibyte[/size]
[center][size=5][b]Better than They.[/b][/size]
[size=2]Loot Item for Podsvetia of the Augurs.
[item=snowflake urchin]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522827][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/515229/51522827.png[/img][/url]
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"-And surely, they- that is to say, my sister and mother, surely they despise me. Has Anapto not come bragging to me that Mother believes [i]she[/i] will be the rising queen? What purpose does it serve, then, if not to force me to prove myself?" He hissed, bringing his great sword down against the three he now attacked with all his fury. He put a foot to the trunk, putting his full body to work in retrieving his weapon. He understood, to some extent, that perhaps Anapto was merely happy to have acquired her trinket, or the love of the mother that was only half-present for either of them, but it was easier to believe that everything was an attack- an attack on him, on his right as defined by their father, on what he had to be.
"Must I prove myself to them? Do I need to demonstrate that I've the power not only to rule, but to conquer?" The Bandit sat in one of the adjacent trees, a little too far for the wildly swinging sword to feel fear. "So be it, I'll prove that I am just as capable as anyone else- more than that, that I am better equipped than Anapto, that she [i]shan't[/i] be the ruler. Father will see that I am better than her, if I have to fight the Shade itself to prove it."
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[Hums, Podsvetia is hard to write for, ah well.]
Better than They. Loot Item for Podsvetia of the Augurs.
Snowflake Urchin
Seafood
Every one of these urchins is unique in their own way, and each thinks they're better than the last.
75
5
"-And surely, they- that is to say, my sister and mother, surely they despise me. Has Anapto not come bragging to me that Mother believes she will be the rising queen? What purpose does it serve, then, if not to force me to prove myself?" He hissed, bringing his great sword down against the three he now attacked with all his fury. He put a foot to the trunk, putting his full body to work in retrieving his weapon. He understood, to some extent, that perhaps Anapto was merely happy to have acquired her trinket, or the love of the mother that was only half-present for either of them, but it was easier to believe that everything was an attack- an attack on him, on his right as defined by their father, on what he had to be.
"Must I prove myself to them? Do I need to demonstrate that I've the power not only to rule, but to conquer?" The Bandit sat in one of the adjacent trees, a little too far for the wildly swinging sword to feel fear. "So be it, I'll prove that I am just as capable as anyone else- more than that, that I am better equipped than Anapto, that she shan't be the ruler. Father will see that I am better than her, if I have to fight the Shade itself to prove it."
[Hums, Podsvetia is hard to write for, ah well.]
LF :: nests of
[size=1]@mebibyte[/size]
[center][size=5][b]A Kingdom's growth.[/b][/size]
[size=2]Loot Item for Podsvetia of the Augurs.
[item=might fragment]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522827][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/515229/51522827.png[/img][/url]
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The three grew quickly, and it was not long at all before the two guardians were adults in their own rights. To some extent, this implied that they would need to go on and find their charges soon- though neither was keen on leaving first. Each favored by one of the parents, and each resenting the need to prove self to the other.
Podsvetia was the first to leave- under pretense of finding his charge. He was sure that the kingdom would be his, he did not feel the need to search for a different charge- not really. To get his rule, however, he would necessarily prove himself to his mother- who would surely otherwise veto his ascension. Certainly he could aim for her death, but where would that place him, if not under suspicion of his sister? So he needed prove himself to [i]mother dearest[/i].
What better way to prove himself fit to rule than to conquer territory outside of his family’s domain? Gain control of a different territory, then who would tell him that he was wrong? That he was unfit to rule?
Then it was settled in his mind- he must take for himself a separate territory, prove his ability to rule, and from there he could easily demonstrate to his parents both the fitness he had for the task of ruling the homeland.
He was away for many moons; one does not find one’s “Charge” in a fortnight, after all.
And in the quiet of night, he returned- a full year into the task. A tattered lightning banner on his person, eyes glowing with victory and vitality, despite his many scars. He set the shreds of teal before the king.
“My son returns at long last.”
“Indeed, Father,” his voice was louder, fiercer- what must have happened in those months of battle? “The land of the Stormcatcher is ours. I’ve had a castle constructed for our family.”
“For how long have they been in your control?”
“Some few months. Not long, admittedly, but we now have-.”
“Return to them.”
“… Father?”
“Return to them, keep control of that domain. Is it not most suitable that you, who took them, should also rule them?”
“I,” he paused, inhaled- “I would be most happy to do so, Father.”
He had not expected to return to the desert of the mechanics, the [i]barren wastes[/i] that some [i]creatures[/i] had carved out lives in for themselves. He hadn’t wished to do so much. [i]But so be it[/i], he supposed, landing on the spire he’d taken as stronghold; [i]so be it Father. I will keep a branch of the house of Augurs here- I will grow it into its own kingdom if I must. I’m sure you meant me no slight by it. After all, you grant me a territory of my own, to keep until you determine I am worthy of the homeland itself.
Surely, you mean still to grant me that.[/i]
A Kingdom's growth. Loot Item for Podsvetia of the Augurs.
Might Fragment
Augment Stone
When assigned, this fragment empowers one dragon of any element with +1 Strength.
100
Required Level: 5
The three grew quickly, and it was not long at all before the two guardians were adults in their own rights. To some extent, this implied that they would need to go on and find their charges soon- though neither was keen on leaving first. Each favored by one of the parents, and each resenting the need to prove self to the other.
Podsvetia was the first to leave- under pretense of finding his charge. He was sure that the kingdom would be his, he did not feel the need to search for a different charge- not really. To get his rule, however, he would necessarily prove himself to his mother- who would surely otherwise veto his ascension. Certainly he could aim for her death, but where would that place him, if not under suspicion of his sister? So he needed prove himself to mother dearest.
What better way to prove himself fit to rule than to conquer territory outside of his family’s domain? Gain control of a different territory, then who would tell him that he was wrong? That he was unfit to rule?
Then it was settled in his mind- he must take for himself a separate territory, prove his ability to rule, and from there he could easily demonstrate to his parents both the fitness he had for the task of ruling the homeland.
He was away for many moons; one does not find one’s “Charge” in a fortnight, after all.
And in the quiet of night, he returned- a full year into the task. A tattered lightning banner on his person, eyes glowing with victory and vitality, despite his many scars. He set the shreds of teal before the king.
“My son returns at long last.”
“Indeed, Father,” his voice was louder, fiercer- what must have happened in those months of battle? “The land of the Stormcatcher is ours. I’ve had a castle constructed for our family.”
“For how long have they been in your control?”
“Some few months. Not long, admittedly, but we now have-.”
“Return to them.”
“… Father?”
“Return to them, keep control of that domain. Is it not most suitable that you, who took them, should also rule them?”
“I,” he paused, inhaled- “I would be most happy to do so, Father.”
He had not expected to return to the desert of the mechanics, the barren wastes that some creatures had carved out lives in for themselves. He hadn’t wished to do so much. But so be it, he supposed, landing on the spire he’d taken as stronghold; so be it Father. I will keep a branch of the house of Augurs here- I will grow it into its own kingdom if I must. I’m sure you meant me no slight by it. After all, you grant me a territory of my own, to keep until you determine I am worthy of the homeland itself.
Surely, you mean still to grant me that.
LF :: nests of
[center][size=5]The Empire of Pandemonium Grows.[/size]
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[size=4][b]Inanna[/b][/size]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51796195]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/517962/51796195_350.png[/img]
[/url][quote]
......
[/quote]
She was as beautiful as every flower in the garden, her mother had said. Perhaps more. The Queen muttered and cooed but none of the words caught her ear. Her gaze saw through her. Through everyone. Her eyes were glass, reflecting no emotion but that of the one who’s side she never left.
[size=4][b]Ninazu[/b][/size]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51796196]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/517962/51796196_350.png[/img]
[/url][quote]
Speak only when you’ve something worthwhile of hearing.
[/quote]
He stood with his back to the courtyard tree, eyes piercing his brother through his window of hair. Blades clash. He picks at the scabs and cuts on his hands. What a waste of time, he thought. One way or another, someone would fall. Quickly, he scoffed, averting his attention elsewhere and tucking himself into the embrace of his wings. Do as they are told, he remembered. One way or another, that was, and would always be, their role.
[size=4][b]Acacius[/b][/size]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51796197]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/517962/51796197_350.png[/img]
[/url][quote]
I will, in spite of all that has been done to me, persevere.
[/quote]
Locked away and disgraced, a shame to the royal name, he hid away in his quarters, allowed only sneaking glances from his door or a quiet trek through the halls when none were around to witness his sickly shape. He hadn’t been killed already, and for that, he was grateful. Every night gripped his heart with fear. He dreaded the thought of never waking again.
[size=4][b]Marcellus[/b][/size]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51796198]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/517962/51796198_350.png[/img]
[/url][quote]
Amongst all the horrors of war around us, kindness is perhaps the most horrifying and deceiving of them all.
[/quote]
He and his eldest brother were inseparable. He clung to him as his shadow. The castle was filled with their hearty laughs and fueled by their ambition alone. As children they would play together, and as they grew they would spar together. He and his brother were half of one whole. He, the brain, and his brother, the leader. Under their guidance, they could show their kingdom greatness. He only hoped it would last.
[size=4][b]Nusku[/b][/size]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51796199]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/517962/51796199_350.png[/img]
[/url][quote]
Rest easy, my friend. None shall harm you while I am here.
[/quote]
His eyes narrowed through the smoke and ash. Flames bowed at his feet. He would tolerate this violence no longer. It was Her that brought them all to their knees and it was by his hand he was determined to make Her fall. His body ached from the burden his father passed on but he would not rest until he was free. Until they were all free.
She was as beautiful as every flower in the garden, her mother had said. Perhaps more. The Queen muttered and cooed but none of the words caught her ear. Her gaze saw through her. Through everyone. Her eyes were glass, reflecting no emotion but that of the one who’s side she never left.
Ninazu
Quote:
Speak only when you’ve something worthwhile of hearing.
He stood with his back to the courtyard tree, eyes piercing his brother through his window of hair. Blades clash. He picks at the scabs and cuts on his hands. What a waste of time, he thought. One way or another, someone would fall. Quickly, he scoffed, averting his attention elsewhere and tucking himself into the embrace of his wings. Do as they are told, he remembered. One way or another, that was, and would always be, their role.
Acacius
Quote:
I will, in spite of all that has been done to me, persevere.
Locked away and disgraced, a shame to the royal name, he hid away in his quarters, allowed only sneaking glances from his door or a quiet trek through the halls when none were around to witness his sickly shape. He hadn’t been killed already, and for that, he was grateful. Every night gripped his heart with fear. He dreaded the thought of never waking again.
Marcellus
Quote:
Amongst all the horrors of war around us, kindness is perhaps the most horrifying and deceiving of them all.
He and his eldest brother were inseparable. He clung to him as his shadow. The castle was filled with their hearty laughs and fueled by their ambition alone. As children they would play together, and as they grew they would spar together. He and his brother were half of one whole. He, the brain, and his brother, the leader. Under their guidance, they could show their kingdom greatness. He only hoped it would last.
Nusku
Quote:
Rest easy, my friend. None shall harm you while I am here.
His eyes narrowed through the smoke and ash. Flames bowed at his feet. He would tolerate this violence no longer. It was Her that brought them all to their knees and it was by his hand he was determined to make Her fall. His body ached from the burden his father passed on but he would not rest until he was free. Until they were all free.
[size=1]@mebibyte[/size]
[center][size=6][b]Charged with Love.[/b][/size]
[size=2]Loot Item for Anapto of the Augurs.
Rolled "Enter Kingdom, No Nest."[/size]
[item="blinding slash"]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51522828][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/515229/51522828.png[/img][/url]
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Exploration was part of [i]her[/i] mind, just as it was for her brother. She’d begun her own search not long after he’d claimed to start his- in large part because she assumed a certain amount of truth in his claim; had therefore assumed a defect in herself when she hadn’t felt the same urge at the same time.
A defect in herself would simply [i]not[/i] be tolerated.
She had set out a few nights after Podsvetia. Scribing her thoughts regarding the journey each night was the only solace she found after a point; her notes on the dragons she met and the situations she encountered. Her notes on how nothing ever seemed to be a Charge.
Pages on pages were marked over with her scrawling, thin-lined letters. Cramped, as though the book would only too soon run out. Sketches lined the margins, faces of dragons she’d seen, objects she’d held in marketplaces. Fifteen leaves in, the focus became consumed by ramblings about one dragon in particular. Try as she might, her mind was wholly consumed with curiosity and delight in him.
[quote]“… and in a marketplace in the Zephyr Steppes, I saw a dragon- holding himself with regality, uncommon poise for one of the giant races. He was tailed by another. One far more physically vibrant, but then for vitality it was the grey one who seemed most lively. It seems more evident, every day I stay here, that all the wind families are uncommonly [i]warm[/i].
“It has been several days since first I saw the grey dragon, and in those days I have felt something quite strange rising in my being. I set out with no sense of direction- but then, the reader and the book itself both knew that. I meant only to prove myself better than my brother. I’m sure there are worse reasons to leave home. He has shown up each day since; I find I am terrified to approach. Oh, and certainly he seems kind enough that there is no reason to fear. I do not know why I would be afraid- no, I know why. It is because I have been running myself around in the desperate hope of seeing him again and again. If he has noticed me, he will surely therefore find me strange.”[/quote]
She stayed near the market for a fortnight; uncommon nervousness as she waited each evening in a nearby inn. Supposing it was silly to expect to see him again didn’t stop her from going through the market, then the city again each next day. Somehow she had found him each time- once even seeming to catch his eye, though he looked away, spoke something to the vibrant magenta dragon, and proceeded on his way, a hearty chortle audible even from where she stood then- and her face [b]glowed[/b] as she desperately turned and all but [i]ran[/i] from the location.
The fourteenth day she left the stalls crestfallen, for she saw not hide nor horn of him all through the city. Some few kilometers out, in the fields beyond the city; she should certainly resume her quest for her charge, after all. Resigning herself to never seeing him again, she walked all adroop, wings and tail quite limp by her sides and behind- she stopped her walking for a moment, to look around, for where to next? Her sight lingered a moment on a grey-and-wine smear. It battered against, and was battered against by, a bright magenta fleck.
[i]It couldn’t be.[/i]
But there! In the fields, he was practicing the blade against the dragon who had been by his side on every day before.
There was a sensation like [i]lightning[/i] through her heart and veins, which redoubled when the grey ridgeback turned towards her.
She dropped to the ground, certain it was the magenta one who had pointed her out- the grey drake had not been facing her. [i]This was a most unfortunate turn.[/i]
Charged with Love. Loot Item for Anapto of the Augurs.
Rolled "Enter Kingdom, No Nest."
Blinding Slash
Ability Stone
A stunning slash of hot, focused energy. Deals close-combat Light damage to one target. May only be used by light dragons.
500
Required Level: 5
Exploration was part of her mind, just as it was for her brother. She’d begun her own search not long after he’d claimed to start his- in large part because she assumed a certain amount of truth in his claim; had therefore assumed a defect in herself when she hadn’t felt the same urge at the same time.
A defect in herself would simply not be tolerated.
She had set out a few nights after Podsvetia. Scribing her thoughts regarding the journey each night was the only solace she found after a point; her notes on the dragons she met and the situations she encountered. Her notes on how nothing ever seemed to be a Charge.
Pages on pages were marked over with her scrawling, thin-lined letters. Cramped, as though the book would only too soon run out. Sketches lined the margins, faces of dragons she’d seen, objects she’d held in marketplaces. Fifteen leaves in, the focus became consumed by ramblings about one dragon in particular. Try as she might, her mind was wholly consumed with curiosity and delight in him.
Quote:
“… and in a marketplace in the Zephyr Steppes, I saw a dragon- holding himself with regality, uncommon poise for one of the giant races. He was tailed by another. One far more physically vibrant, but then for vitality it was the grey one who seemed most lively. It seems more evident, every day I stay here, that all the wind families are uncommonly warm.
“It has been several days since first I saw the grey dragon, and in those days I have felt something quite strange rising in my being. I set out with no sense of direction- but then, the reader and the book itself both knew that. I meant only to prove myself better than my brother. I’m sure there are worse reasons to leave home. He has shown up each day since; I find I am terrified to approach. Oh, and certainly he seems kind enough that there is no reason to fear. I do not know why I would be afraid- no, I know why. It is because I have been running myself around in the desperate hope of seeing him again and again. If he has noticed me, he will surely therefore find me strange.”
She stayed near the market for a fortnight; uncommon nervousness as she waited each evening in a nearby inn. Supposing it was silly to expect to see him again didn’t stop her from going through the market, then the city again each next day. Somehow she had found him each time- once even seeming to catch his eye, though he looked away, spoke something to the vibrant magenta dragon, and proceeded on his way, a hearty chortle audible even from where she stood then- and her face glowed as she desperately turned and all but ran from the location.
The fourteenth day she left the stalls crestfallen, for she saw not hide nor horn of him all through the city. Some few kilometers out, in the fields beyond the city; she should certainly resume her quest for her charge, after all. Resigning herself to never seeing him again, she walked all adroop, wings and tail quite limp by her sides and behind- she stopped her walking for a moment, to look around, for where to next? Her sight lingered a moment on a grey-and-wine smear. It battered against, and was battered against by, a bright magenta fleck. It couldn’t be.
But there! In the fields, he was practicing the blade against the dragon who had been by his side on every day before.
There was a sensation like lightning through her heart and veins, which redoubled when the grey ridgeback turned towards her.
She dropped to the ground, certain it was the magenta one who had pointed her out- the grey drake had not been facing her. This was a most unfortunate turn.