Roleplay

|Mare | Dragon | Antarctic Ocean | Interacting with Prince Aidan|

Mare blinked slowly, somewhat processing what had just happened. He felt excitement bubble inside him at the thought of talking to someone, for he hadn't for over... 100 years? He didn't remember exactly. He lifted his wings and spread them wide, raising his head and letting out a deep rumble that made the water around him and the boat vibrate.

He wanted to go so badly. He liked his frigid home, but it would be nice to go and see the world he only got a glimpse of years ago. Though, he wouldn't be able to stay in the state he was in, which was being a large, somewhat noticeable dragon.

He bent his head again, and gave a gentle huff. He closed his eyes and concentrated, searching for the magic he locked away long ago. He could feel it as it spread hungrily through his veins. His nostrils flared as he let out a breath, the sudden burst of power surprising him slightly.

He imagined the last time he had turned into a human... A grey coat encompassing his body, the hood lined with white fur. He remembered the dark grey boots he had worn and the mop of fluffy, white hair that had rested on the top of his head. Hadn't some of his horns been poking out from his hair, and hadn't his tail been swaying behind him as he walked? He did remember the leather arm guards he had on his arms and the white gloves he had worn. The dragon also thought about how young he would probably look now. For a dragon, he was young, and still had a lot to learn. Maybe he looked like teenager or young adult?

Mare's heart fluttered for a second as he remembered his younger brother turning into his human form. The joy they had shared as they learned how to walk on two legs and figured out how to properly use their bodies again. The dragon dismissed the thought, internally scolding himself. Instead, he opened his eyes...

And there he stood on the planks of the deck, a dragon in human form.

|Mare | Dragon | Location: Celic ship | Interacting with Prince Aidan|

Mare took a step back and looked down at the extended hand. What is he doing? his mind thought while his heart raced. His tail stilled behind him as he watched, his face slightly surprised. He bet one of his scales that he looked like a spooked deer.

He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to do and when he realized that, he felt shame wash over him. He was a dragon, and, god forbid, he was acting like a child that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. But he composed himself and pressed a hand to his side, using the other to, slowly, grasp the human's hand.

It felt warm, remarkably warm in the dragon's hand, and after he slowly shook the Prince's hand, his glove felt cold afterwards. He looked past the human and looked towards the raider, pointing at the injured boy. He didn't feel the need to speak just yet since he never took an interest in human language, but maybe he could learn if he wanted too.

He laughed internally. Even though he's 514, he still acts like a child sometimes. His tail swishes the planks underneath him as he walks past the Celic prince, just brushing his shoulders, and walks into the room. He looks around, his expression seeming mystified. He's never been around anything human related, and so everything is a mystery to him.

He starts by looking at all types of different books on a nearby bookshelf, then goes over to the succulents. He sniffs some of the liquid that still oozes out of some, and starts to poke and prod at it. Then he finds quills and pieces of paper in a nearby drawer, stumbling upon some clay figures standing on a shelf afterwards.

He wishes that he could act a little more proper, but given the current setting, he can't find the energy to do so.

He felt his fingers unwillingly curl at the tone of Hersha's voice, the look on the man's face already painted his head without looking at him with both eyes. He wasn't quite sure whether or not the greeting Wyvera produced was a step up or not.

Pistrix had given proper acknowledgement, merely a slight huff of breath to note their words and existence as he slid into the remaining seat. He tucked his tongue into his cheek, sinking the very molars into the muscle the moment he clicked his stare towards the new guardian.


Clay? No, that wasn't her name at all. Calpo? No, no, Calypso, that was it. His expression seemingly deflated more then it already had when he saw Calypso. His mind busying itself to blank out the words Hersha spoke from his mind. Yet despite his best conscious efforts, the very subconscious of his betrayed him. Giving the briefest glance at his brother, producing a quick examination of Hersha's posture and expression. If there was a contest for heartache and disappointment in life, Hersha would've best them all by a long run.

In an odd sense it made Pistrix half curious what events would've unfolded if it had been him to fall into the grip of death instead of Mathias. How much would change? Would it have even affected anything?

The pondering produced a physical reaction from the guardian, head leaning into his hand, stinging the sores and decays of his palm and fingers. He was droning in his own head like a human mortal. A thought process his mind seemed to find leisure in recently.

Pistrix forcefully yanked himself from his mind, resting his stare back on Calypso. If looks could kill, the new guardian would've been hung upside down bleeding like a stuck pig from the glare that honed all current frustrations to despising her current presence and existence at the table. At least, as guilty as he is for any discomfort caused to the young one, he wasn't drowning in his own head trying to hold his tongue.

|Skohla|Sea Monster|Ameth|

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had roamed the entire town, asked anyone who looked like they knew anything, from florists to performers and so on, and what did she glean from their answers? Nothing. Just the same response over and over again; 'Equinox Ball'. No, that wasn't it, that couldn't be it. She had never even heard of such a celebration before, and yet it had just sprung from nowhere. There was something else, something hidden, there had to be-

'Silence!' roared the darkness, which still sounded so distant in her mind. ' You look into matters with which you have no interest in. You are wasting your time here. The Indian Ocean goes unguarded, and where are you? Trying to dig up some useless secret from a kingdom outside your wrath. Return to Ucia, before that cursed squid does.'

'They are right,' agreed the splinter, with some resentment in its tone. 'Your ocean goes unwatched. Chaos has waited for this chance. You cannot allow it to-'

'Cease! Scylla, chaos is what we want!'

'No, it is not. Correct, Skohla?'

She may silent for some time. "... I shall return. And if any impudent, lowly, weakling creature has tried to challenge my reign, they shall feel the fangs of a hundred shadowy heads. In a way, it's keeping balance, I suppose. You have been defeated this time.. whatever you are, that runs in my blood. You should not confuse me with the Scylla serpent, ever." And with that, she unfurled her length from the support beams of the piers and slithered back west, towards her ocean. "But before that... I haven't eaten since I took off after those ships. A rest at... Lavin, to recuperate?" She asked. Neither the darkness nor the splinter spoke.

As she swam through the silent seas, alone with her thoughts and her two psychological companions, she asked herself the same thing she had since she retold her first successful attack upon humanity, dramatized as a harrowing tale, to a tavern that was willing to hear it. When she had done that, in the same human guise she still had never changed, she used the name 'Scylla' for what had sank that raider ship. But why? What distinction was there, between that and Skohla? And why did she become so enraged when the darkness had called her by the serpent's name? She quelled these thoughts as she saw the rocky shores on the distance. She had never visited Lavin, but this appeared to be it.

'Don't rest now,' growled the darkness, speaking up for the first time since her setting off for Ucia. 'Children and fishermen explore these stony coasts, and are sure to find you. Look elsewhere.'

"Why bother with hiding? I can simply end whoever sees me," she responded, which got a disapproving note from the splinter, not even in words, just a mental noise that rang in her ears. "Very well then... splinter. Have you a name?"

'Not anymore,' replied the splinter, solemnly.

'And with fortune, never again.'

It took some time, slithering along the shoreline, but eventually, Skohla found a place to rest, although by now the moon had already gone up, revealing a strangely starless night. She supposed those happened when kingdoms outgrew their turtleshells. It was a lonely house on the coastal hillside, with the water surrounding it lined with nets, and not too far off, a small boat tied to a rather comfy-looking dock to curl up around. She made her leisurely way towards the dock, snapping up one of the nets on the ways and swallowing whatever things were trapped in it. But then her eyes caught something. A lone candle on the rocky hillside. A lone candle for a lone human. Skohla just stared, wondering whether or not the human had seen her, and whether or not she should kill it or go on her way. Decisions like these were ones the splinter and darkness were no help with. She raised her head above the water, just enough so that she could taste the air for whatever this human might be. Ale and urine for a drunkard, steel and sweat for a guard, blood and salt for a raider or mercenary...

Whoever it was, they smelled of fish and rosemary.

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|Fjord Kelpie|Sea Monster|Eon|

The grey shiny thing keeping the opening shut jingled mockingly at the Kelpie. It reared back, ready to strike again, when a low growl came from somewhere inside the horse-smelling shell. Not a growl, no... A gurgle. The Kelpie recognized that noise. It was the sound if a true kelpie, the only thing besides human that fought back against it. A ferocious beast that guarded its riverbank territory with utmost zeal. A creature that had nearly killed it once before.

The false Kelpie flinched back, and slowly crept away. The gurgling from behind the door continues, increasing in volume. That challenge couldn't be left unanswered. The Fjord Kelpie issued its own cry, a shrill, earsplitting whine, that made its presence all too known to the gathering not too far away... Not too far away at all.

The Fjord Kelpie's cry had emboldened it, and with new fury, it lowered its horns and sprinted forth, colliding hard with the slabs of wood that kept it so far from its prey, and protected it from its predators. The Kelpie was dazed for a moment, but when it came to... The grey shiny thing, which had one ensnared the two open-guarders like a snake, had cracked the smallest bit. And the wood it kept together had splintered and split. The smell of prey wafted through. It was irresistible. The Kelpie prepared its third strike.

Esme || Civilian of Lavin || Down by the docks || With the Schylla/Schohla


When Esme threw the last of the bread offerings into the ocean, she heard a familiar clanging down by the docks. She’d remember the sound of her ship reverberating through the quiet Lavin air anywhere. Her head snapped back in the direction of the noise and she froze a moment. She could not know from this distance whether it was a raider trying to steal her boat or someone who might be scrounging for a fish that was caught in her nets. She tried to listen carefully for any hint of additional noise coming from that general direction. When she heard none, she decided to investigate.

She scrambled gracefully to her feet. The damp rocks were a bit slippery but her boots managed to get a good grip on them. She was a bit weak at the knees, but decided to persevere and go see what was up. Maybe this person really needed her help and they were mute. Whichever the case, she made her way down, carrying the dim candlestick in her left hand, her right clutching the buttons clasped in front of her off white bleached night gown. The air felt chilly against her exposed skin and the hairs stood erect. It might have been unwise of her to have travelled here without a larger coat.

As she made her way further down the docks, the cool coastal breeze really set in and started whipping the hems of her dress against her calves. There was a storm coming in from the south. She came to a halt a couple of metres from the edge of her boat. It had seemed that whoever was there, they’d been in the freezing water, catching the stray fish that were caught in her nets. Her heart ached for the poor person. How hungry they must have been. She could have sworn she heard them eating some of the raw/live fish. No one should have to go through such poverty, she thought, as the image of a warm pot of hake stew sat in her home.

Her smallish fisherman’s boat consisted of planks of Oak timbers overlapping each other. They were nailed together with long steel nails. The ship was watertight, as the spaces between the slabs were filled with wool and animal skins. A few pieces of fur still lied on the bottom of the boat. Esme never thought to remove them. Raiding parties rarely came down to the docks. They knew that this part of Lavin was not known for its abundance of wealth.

She wanted to teach her siblings a kind heart, and if she couldn’t do that for this stranger, what kind of parental figure would she be for them, she thought again. “Uh, ano”, she began. She was unsure of the person could hear her very clearly. She stepped closer to the edge, trying to peer down. The water was dark and murky, and her candle was a poor excuse for a light. “Please, you don’t have to fear persecution. This is my boat. If you’re hungry, I have some food to offer you back at my house.”

She stayed quiet for a moment, the sudden jolt of lightning giving her a bit of a jump scare. “There’s a storm coming. It might not be safe out here”, she urged, and extended her caloused hand kindly down to the darkness, still unable to see whatever lurked there.


Andrach || Sea Guardian of the Antarctic Ocean || Antarctic water palace, later at Celic Boat || With: Wyvera, Hersha, Pistrix, Calypso, then later arriving at the Celic Boat


Andrach ticked the pen annoyed against the marble table. She spared a warm glance at all of her siblings, until at last her brother, Pistrix, joined them. For him, she pulled a face that was supposed to resemble a smile but her lips were far too thin for it to seem fully sincere.

They had always had a sort of sibling rivalry going on between the two of them in particular. Andrach was dutiful and responsible. She would go to the ends of the earth for her people that looked up to her. She would fight for them and die for them in a heartbeat. That seemed to contrast so vastly with her older brother. He seemed so laid back, nonchalant, and acting as if he had not a care in the world. She rarely, if ever, visited his oceans. But judging by his demeanour, she could only imagine that it must have been one of the most dangerous waters for honest merchants to set sail in. She likened it a lot to a flea infested animal. The way that he could not care less got on her very last nerve. For a guardian, she looked down on him for not doing his job properly. As a brother, she resented him for his laid back temperament. If he’d been more vicious like the rest of them, she wondered if the darkness would have taken her dearly beloved Mathias. Pistrix made a mocking of the Guardian title.

Sarcasm was laden thick in her voice, “Oh, hello there, brother. I see you found your way to appear this time”, again murmured with utmost sarcasm and a clear hint at how he couldn’t have bothered showing up when he was most needed, once, four years ago. “ Awfully kind of you to grace us with your…” her voice trailed off. She glanced at him up and down, while toying with the pen between her fingers. She was in no mood for pleasantries. She could sense that her seas were already being overtaken by mayhem, which seemed to worsen with her every wasted moment there. “Presence”, she finally said. As she got up. “I give proxy to Wyvera, if you need my vote on anything”, she said hastily, as she got ready to leave. Andrach slid her notepad and pen across the table to Calypso. “Take notes, leave them on the table. I have to go” she nod her head in the direction of her siblings, knowing they’d understand, and started running.

She would not have been away from her waters for so long if they hadn’t spent all this time waiting on a brother who couldn’t care less about them or his charge. This was always going to be the way things went and Andrach knew this. She couldn’t blame her other siblings for not sharing her sentiment towards him. But she could resent him. And she did.

Paranoia swept over her. If someone knew of this meeting, that would warrant this onset of highly consentrated crreatures that were suddenly terrorizing her otherwise dull and quiet waters. Her brain felt sift from all the prayers coming in. They were less like prayers and more like desperate cries from help. Once she was just far enough out she shifted into her main form. Her seal like skin seemed to burst from her clothes and her small form split open a good hundred times larger. A loud vicious cry erupted from her maw. She was livid with the damage these creatures were causing. On her way to the cries for help which she could hear for miles away, she stumbled into the first of the creatures.

It was larger than your average sea monster. Its scales were light blue ranging to grey, and had sharp fins jetting from its back. It resembled a shark that mutated violently under the influence of radiation or dark magic. It was not uncommon though, as it was found in cooler waters mostly. She wondered with bitterness in her mind if it might have followed Pistrix here from the Arctic Oceans. Knowing him, he might not have even stopped to put an end to such a creature even if it took a ride on his mer-polar back.

With her large canines, she grabbed the creature in her mouth and shook her head, breaking its back. It died and started drifting towards the surface. All through her path, she stopped to kill these large creatures who would terrorize her people’s merchant and fisherman boats alike. She left a breadcrumb path in her wake until she got to the large ship commandeered by the Royals of Celic. A strong magical energy radiated from the boat. It was not like the usual energy that the royal prince of Celic emmited, but rather than his power along with a smaller flicker of power. He either got stronger or there was another magical creature on board with him.

As she drew closer, she noticed a dragon, turning into a person. She was taken aback. These creatures were very rare for these parts of the world. They were rare everywhere nowadays anyway. They used to exist in abundance in Eon and Astra before the humans nearly hunted them to extinction. It was a treat to see one today. She was amazed by its vivid colors. It seemed to be of help to Aidan from the sea creature. This creature was much smaller than the ones she’d met on her way here, and she thought that he’d be able to take care of it on his own. She had faith in the small human, all the time he spent with her and some of her siblings; he’d be bound to fend for himself. Sometimes you had to leave someone to grow on their own instead of always helping them. That’s the sort of teachings Andrach supported.

She witnessed him use his magic with pride. He’d gotten around to controlling it quite well. Even though he had a lot to learn still, as he was still young, he would have made for a fine King one day. She shifted to a smaller version and boarded the Celic ship. The crew members knew who she was, as she was no stranger to anyone from Celic. They bowed their heads to her out of great respect. She’d been responsible for the largest part of Celics nation from all the humans she’d saved from Antarctic waters and brought to the Aspidochelone which is more commonly known as Celic. Murmers of her name travelled across the ship. It’s our Guardian! Make way for her Majesty! Sound the King!

She waltzed to the captain’s cabin and sent for the king. There was a very important matter to discuss with him regarding the second magical energy she felt emanating from this ship. It had to be addressed. Magic was rare, and it was responsible for the creature attack. Andrach did not know how many of these creatures would have flocked to this ship if she had not come in time. She highly doubted that a single dragon could be responsible for taking out all of them as she had done.

The sky was just turning grey with the morning as Roan prepares for work and the couple share both breakfast and affections. Crinkle eyed smiles and soft words across a plain lookin-

CRACK!

Both are on their feet in moments. The wind shifts and the screaming of their mares and the singing of the keplie send a chill to freeze their blood. No words are exchanged as single mindedly the two race for the stables. Shoal’s high calling and panicked banging louder then the desperate mares and yearlings.
But that’s only the half of it. In the quieter half of of the-
CRACK-CRACK!
A long low song, musical, Beautiful, Chilling. It is the kind of sound made to carry underwater for Miles. Like whale song from HELL. Keens threw the air.
Eos brakes into Cussing as Roan hands him a bridle- a muzzle and a pail. That was Pemdra, that was a Challenge, their was Another male Kelpie IN or NEAR the stables.

Right at this horrible moment there is another sound. A familiar sound. The sound of human voices calling form the front yard. The sound of innocent, Oblivious people.
Roan and Eos exchange look.

@InsanityAbyss ( you come in here)

Now it’s Roan’s rare turn to cuss, he grabs a second pail from the wall and gives his lover’s cheek a quick kiss before abandoning him to the murder horses.

Roans steps are swift, not as swift as his mates but swift regardless. He reaches the front of his home without delay and - MY that was an impressive carriage. His mind rears and races with the sound of screaming horses as his steps slow and he goes to confront the wealthy looking set of persons here. A brief look over himself, knows his eyes are shot with adrenaline and his hair is windblow at best, probably flushed in face from the run. Atleast I am in my workman’s best. His shocked face wishes for Eos whom was better with people. Hopefully I can get them to leave and come back or just wait, wait just a moment.
Roan marches up to assembly even has his mind skips back to Eos, fighting his battle Alone. He gives his best attempt at a polite nod. He can handle it. He’s Good with horses. “Morning Gentleman! I apologies for the delay. As you know it is that season where the sea throws Kelpies onto our shores in this area. We are - my stables that is. Currently under attack by one such a beast-”

That endless siren like call carries threw the air again. To Roan’s merit, he doesn’t flinch under it’s meaning.

“-As you can hear our Stallion is rather in a fuss about that. We should have the interloper beast Tossed, captured or dead in a matter of moments. What can I be doing for you?” His town is brisk but approachable. It is the most formal Roan has ever sounded. He Knows their reputation is on the line, and with it their money for the year and their ability to care for the horses. He would Not fumble their income and force the loss of his love’s passion, everything for the horses.

@Vistriai (you come in here)

Silver bridle, salt pail, holly sprig, and iron rod. These are the weapons of a Kelpie handler. These are what Eos arms himself with as he rounds the stable’s westerner side, the side with yard and paddock, the side with the ocean. There were steep cliffs on this side, he wasn’t familiar with Keplies that could CLIMB but the sound of Clover beating herself lame against her stall that was Definitely where the interloper was.

And THERE he WAS. For a moment Eos’s heart stutters out. It was BIG, that was fine, Keplie’s Are big, tall as most draft horses. But this one was also Spiny and had Hook hands. Just couldn’t keep in your pants Could You DAD!! What was it THIS time? A porcupine? Did he she really looks so- A snarled mental prayer is beat into the air as Eos hurls himself towards the beast Mashing Up his Stable!!
The wiry young man manages to lands himself into the soft front facing shoulder at the base of the creatures neck, not against the flat of it’s limbs here it has spines, not on top of it where it has SPINES. He tries to stomp down one of the hoot like ‘hands’ nearest him, hoping against hope it’s wide flat flippers wouldn’t allow it enough dexterity to claw him but not willing to take the full chance without precaution. The bucket his hung on an outside tacking hook. A fistful thrown at the base of the door, a thin liner but a liner. Out comes the bridle, his hands numb with the speed of his movement. As the beast shrills it’s mouth for the bit. The bridle couldn’t fit prefect, no this thing has horns, but it would help If he could land it. Eos Presses himself to the monster. Sings to it in his own voice. A counter pitch to the siren growling of Pemdra, an insulation against the sounds of pray. A song that called like the sea but made that sea himself. He Tries to Calm the monster his hand full of both bridle rein and iron, pressing into the creatures skin to Hopefully get it’s attention. It LOOKED like MAR Spawn it Probably shared at least Some kind of weakness with the sea good. The demi-god continues to sing. There is little more he can do unless he wanted to try and put it down. But horses are his passion and horses are his blood, it is one of the only things he has god magic For. This was not a horse, but maybe, just Maybe, it was horse Enough.

Mid conversation something tickle’s Mär’s ear. He lifts a hand, eyes lidding as part of himself wisps away. A slow blink blinking as that lazy seductive smile turns back to Xkanji. Looks a small bit confused when he finds his own hand on the fellow god’s shoulder, as if having forgotten why it is there to begin with. Amicably he gives a small pat pat to the shoulder, a soft stroke before pulling his hand away. Eyes brighten seeing that show of respect from his usually distant counterpart, proud and warmed by the acknowledgement in his halt of conquest and efforts for the other. “A ball and an adventure it shall be!” Mär’s mind remembers itself now. And with a CLAP, the two vanish from the port, truly never there to mortal eyes.

Now they stand by the beach of Ameth the Massive castle where the ball is held, Beautifully caressed by light. Mär double snaps his fingers and he is in his best finery. The sky blue of his shirt completing his eyes perfectly. As the red-orange of his pants complement his hair. Hsi boots are a darker shade of red-orange and the shirt’s trim is white and lacey. The crook of his arm is offered to Xkanji. “Shall we~?” He tease a parody to Xaknji’s own request.

@Crookedhalo1109 (and if you wish to join us, it would be that last paragraph there. Did want to leave you without ping. ^_^)

@Ragnaroc Thanks for the ping! I appreciate it~ @MessoremMortis

Gri'vaya - God(dess) of Growth and Nature - Ameth forest -> City - With Xkanji and Mär

Gri'vaya was irritated. For some reason, there were many more humans crawling over the city than usual, she could feel their lives like ants on her back. And despite herself, she was curious. The past decade had been rather uneventful, after all. Her Ameth temple had begun to decline, their faith in the supernatural wavering.

And so she was currently picking her way through the lush nature toward town. Small violets curled around silver antlers as she carefully plodded through thriving fields and small wooded areas. Despite the overwhelming amount of humans in town, everything seemed as it- Oh. Oh, no. It wasn't difficult for Gri'vaya to sniff out the two presences, as overwhelming and familiar as they were. Human lives and those of the gods really couldn't be compared. They were as ants were to a storm at sea or a single grain of rice to a raging forest fire. Fundamentally different and unequal. There was no doubt in her mind that she was no longer alone on Ameth.

Against her preferences, Gri'vaya decided to take the form of a human being. It would be easier to maneuver, after all, even if it was unfamiliar. Between one step and the next, the large deer became a tall young woman. The simple farmer's outfit did little to diminish the obviously divine aura around her as she followed her instincts toward the edge of town.

She didn't approach them, but she stood at the top of the hill looking down on the two figures nervously. She hadn't seen another god in a decade, couldn't really remember how it felt to interact with something more sentient than a flower or a rabbit.

((Not sure I like this, but I want to get into it so here we go))