Vallaki
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The Prince
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.48 m
Wingspan
0.99 m
Weight
0.9 kg
Genetics
Denim
Sphinxmoth (Veilspun)
Sphinxmoth (Veilspun)
Flint
Hawkmoth (Veilspun)
Hawkmoth (Veilspun)
Navy
Branches (Veilspun)
Branches (Veilspun)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Veilspun
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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Princely responsibilities, such as and not limited to: cuddling and gossip wrote:
Vallaki gazed out the window, eyes drifting over the scenery sketched out below him. Pine trees with dark purple needles and silvery branches, which glinted with an odd sheen when the sun hit at the right angle. Even with the early-morning sun, the shadows cast by the trees seemed reluctant to shrink, clinging stubbornly even as the light strengthened. Smaller sources of light stood out amongst the thick carpeting of trees; mushrooms glowed blithely on, indifferent to sun and shadow both as they pulsed gently from where they clung to tree bark and boulders, clustered snugly in clefts and sprawling carelessly wherever else they could find anchor. An idle, beautiful place, and Vallaki longed to be out in it, feeling a slight breeze slide into the tower and lift a few strands of his mane. He tilted his head up to meet it, eyes sliding half-shut in quiet relishment.
He imagined he could smell a particular scent on the gust, and thought out dreamily, I’ll be with you soon, my dear.
“ . . . meaning we’ll be forced to pack up and move lairs.”
“Mother?” Vallaki startled, eyes blinking open as he turned to face the speaker, sitting across the circular room from him on a rug, some scrolls piled nearby and the scatterings of a meal by her claws.
The Matron’s mouth lifted at the corner. “So you can hear.”
Vallaki flushed with embarrassment, ducking his head. “Forgive me. I didn’t intend to be so rude by not listening. My only excuse is my own distracted thoughts. Please, what were you saying?” A note of anxiety entered his voice; he didn’t bother hiding it, knowing the Matron could see it on him regardless. “You’re thinking of, ah, moving the clan?”
She settled back on a woven cushion, dipping a claw in her mug to stir her morning brew within. The liquid’s heat didn’t seem to bother her. “I am not. That was teasing you.”
Vallaki breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank the Windsinger. Or, the Shadowbinder I suppose.” One day he’d get that right.
“One of them,” the Matron agreed. She lifted her mug to drink, watching Vallaki without blinking. That shrewd stare unnerved most dragons, Vallaki knew, but he’d never feared his mother, and merely gazed back, waiting for her to continue.
“Most of my news did not truly concern you, so I won’t repeat it. But one piece is important for you—and all the clan—to know, regardless of distraction.” Her pause didn’t feel pointed; the Matron merely set down the mug and craned her head from side to side, a neat line of cracks accompanying each movement. She rolled her shoulders, stretched out her forelegs to shift into a more comfortable position, and crossed her forefeet before returning her gaze on Vallaki.
“We have a newcomer to the clan.”
Vallaki sat up straighter, surprise fluttering through his chest. “Oh? Who are they?” He got up from his perch, flicking open his wings. “I should go greet them.”
“That’s not necessary,” the Matron said, and something in her tone made Vallaki lower his wings. “At least, not yet. Our new clanmate will need . . .” Her eyes wandered around the room, as if she’d find the right word written on the gray brick. “Time. To adjust.”
“Hmm.” Vallaki tapped his claws, curious at how the Matron had phrased that. “More than usual?”
She looked at him, and Vallaki cracked a laugh. “Oh come on, give me something. I’m curious now! Why’s this one different from the rest?” Her expression didn’t change, so he made his voice gentle. “I promise I won’t go looking for him. I do trust your judgment, Mother, even if you must grab my attention for it more often than you should.”
The Matron’s eyes softened a little, as Vallaki had hoped. “You know I appreciate that trust, my Prince.”
Vallaki purred at the pet name, and was patient.
She eyed him. “Leaning on my soft spot for you will not always bring you the results you want, dear one.” Vallaki smiled innocently and she clicked her teeth. “But I will tell you he is a veilspun, and is in need of rest. I intend to give that to him. For all of us to give that to him.” A core of ironwood ran through those last words; the Matron’s will would not be challenged.
Vallaki nodded. “I assume he’s already arrived. Is there anything I can do to ease his transition, or lessen your load of directing that process?”
“Inform the others to avoid the den furthest down the main corridor for the next few days, if they could, and that the den and its inhabitant is not to be disturbed unless he comes out himself. I will see to his meals and comforts. Soon, he will be introduced to a few groups and tasks, to integrate him into the clan and see how he fares, but until then. He rests.”
From what Vallaki had heard, the mysterious newcomer might require rest for longer than directly stated. His curiosity was still piqued, but he knew he’d meet this veilspun in due time, so he nodded, accepting the Matron’s wisdom. “I will do that. Is there anything else from me that you require?”
The Matron rolled her eyes, a wholly dragon expression that made Vallaki grin. “Git,” she ordered. “Go find your princess.” And as Vallaki flit away, wings an excited buzz, he heard a final grumble, “You’ve already shown how little of use you’ll be today.”
Another purr rumbled up his throat as he flew out the room, the enchanted door sliding shut once it sensed his presence passing, and zipped rapidly down the spiral staircase, flashing past arched windows set at regular intervals that showed him brief flashes of the trees he’d gazed at from the top floor of the spire coming closer and closer as he descended. Joy sang through his heart as he arrowed out of the stairwell and flew through the lair’s main chamber. He arched up high to soar close to the ceiling, weaving to dodge the clusters of cultivated mushrooms that offered light to the broad room, and the denizens of his clan milling below called out greetings to him.
“Morning, Prince!”
“How you doing, Vallaki?”
“Where you headed so quick? Matron got your tail?”
Vallaki scree-ed in response but didn’t slow, waving a general acknowledgement to the room before zipping outside at last. Shade and sunlight met his arrival in equal measure, the two still sparring over dominance over the clearing that stretched out before the lair’s primary entrance, a general-use space that served many purposes, from landing zone to hub for outdoor festivals to workstation when a dragon’s project outgrew indoor areas, and today welcomed several merchant caravans just beginning to unpack their stalls. Vallaki couldn’t help but hover a moment, inquisitively scanning the crowd—but caught himself and carried on before someone could call out his name and obligate him to pause. His promise to the Matron stood—he wouldn’t go ask a merchant if a veilspun had traveled with them—and he didn’t have time for chitchat! His date awaited him!
Briefly he wondered if the caravans’ arrival had been part of the Matron’s news he’d accidentally ignored, but pushed the thought from his head. He could help with any difficulties that arose later, but later. The rest of his morning had already been scheduled.
He ran into no one else as he entered the woods, following a path of mushrooms selected for pinkish glows rather than the usual blue that led him through the trees to a gently-flowing waterfall feeding a natural pond dotted with lilypads. Their petals, in keeping with the Wispwillow theme, emitted a faint violet sheen, too irregular to be called a true light, yet still causing the green stripes on Vallaki’s scales to shine when he landed on a pad near the center of the pool.
His sparse weight caused nary a ripple on the water, and he turned an eager circle, singing out, “My darling, I’m here! Where are you?”
“No need to shout,” mumbled a sleepy voice behind him, with a rustle in the lilypad’s flower.
Vallaki turned, and spied a strip of muted gray and pink between the crown of petals. He laughed, “Lavi, were you asleep?” and pushed his snout through to the flower’s center, where his princess lay nestled amongst the pollen.
One green eye lazily opened, and Laverne stretched, jaws parting in an enormous yawn that looked so restive Vallaki’s eyes watered. “Maybe,” she said, without embarrassment or guilt, when her yawn finished and she cozied back down in the impromptu nest. “I didn’t sleep so well, and you were taking a while, so.” Her eyes drifted shut.
“Care if I join you?”
She purred, and Vallaki sank down beside her. They cuddled up close to each other, tails entwining and Vallaki snuggling his head on her shoulder while she set her chin atop his head, right between his branches.
Vallaki sighed in contentment. “We fit perfectly together.”
“Mhmm.” Laverne drew him in tighter, and they dozed awhile, Vallaki enjoying the light rumble of the waterfall tinkling in his ears, far enough away to keep them from catching its spray, yet close enough to block out the other sounds of the forest. For all they cared, it was just the two of them in all the world.
Then what Laverne had said earlier alerted in his mind and Vallaki twitched, making Laverne stir in protest. He murmured apologies into her mane, then asked concernedly, “What kept you awake last night?”
“Mmmmm I fell asleep fine, but woke up to whispers outside my den. I went out to check, and the Matron was there with some stranger. I helped them get settled, which took longer than I’d expected.”
Vallaki sat up, and Laverne opened her eyes. “You saw the newcomer?” Excitement spurred all other thoughts from his mind and he blurted, “What’s he like?”
“The new veilspun? Oh.” Laverne leaned back, nodding thoughtfully. “He’s a hottie.”
“What?” Well now he couldn’t keep his promise to the Matron. “Tell me everything,” he begged.
He imagined he could smell a particular scent on the gust, and thought out dreamily, I’ll be with you soon, my dear.
“ . . . meaning we’ll be forced to pack up and move lairs.”
“Mother?” Vallaki startled, eyes blinking open as he turned to face the speaker, sitting across the circular room from him on a rug, some scrolls piled nearby and the scatterings of a meal by her claws.
The Matron’s mouth lifted at the corner. “So you can hear.”
Vallaki flushed with embarrassment, ducking his head. “Forgive me. I didn’t intend to be so rude by not listening. My only excuse is my own distracted thoughts. Please, what were you saying?” A note of anxiety entered his voice; he didn’t bother hiding it, knowing the Matron could see it on him regardless. “You’re thinking of, ah, moving the clan?”
She settled back on a woven cushion, dipping a claw in her mug to stir her morning brew within. The liquid’s heat didn’t seem to bother her. “I am not. That was teasing you.”
Vallaki breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank the Windsinger. Or, the Shadowbinder I suppose.” One day he’d get that right.
“One of them,” the Matron agreed. She lifted her mug to drink, watching Vallaki without blinking. That shrewd stare unnerved most dragons, Vallaki knew, but he’d never feared his mother, and merely gazed back, waiting for her to continue.
“Most of my news did not truly concern you, so I won’t repeat it. But one piece is important for you—and all the clan—to know, regardless of distraction.” Her pause didn’t feel pointed; the Matron merely set down the mug and craned her head from side to side, a neat line of cracks accompanying each movement. She rolled her shoulders, stretched out her forelegs to shift into a more comfortable position, and crossed her forefeet before returning her gaze on Vallaki.
“We have a newcomer to the clan.”
Vallaki sat up straighter, surprise fluttering through his chest. “Oh? Who are they?” He got up from his perch, flicking open his wings. “I should go greet them.”
“That’s not necessary,” the Matron said, and something in her tone made Vallaki lower his wings. “At least, not yet. Our new clanmate will need . . .” Her eyes wandered around the room, as if she’d find the right word written on the gray brick. “Time. To adjust.”
“Hmm.” Vallaki tapped his claws, curious at how the Matron had phrased that. “More than usual?”
She looked at him, and Vallaki cracked a laugh. “Oh come on, give me something. I’m curious now! Why’s this one different from the rest?” Her expression didn’t change, so he made his voice gentle. “I promise I won’t go looking for him. I do trust your judgment, Mother, even if you must grab my attention for it more often than you should.”
The Matron’s eyes softened a little, as Vallaki had hoped. “You know I appreciate that trust, my Prince.”
Vallaki purred at the pet name, and was patient.
She eyed him. “Leaning on my soft spot for you will not always bring you the results you want, dear one.” Vallaki smiled innocently and she clicked her teeth. “But I will tell you he is a veilspun, and is in need of rest. I intend to give that to him. For all of us to give that to him.” A core of ironwood ran through those last words; the Matron’s will would not be challenged.
Vallaki nodded. “I assume he’s already arrived. Is there anything I can do to ease his transition, or lessen your load of directing that process?”
“Inform the others to avoid the den furthest down the main corridor for the next few days, if they could, and that the den and its inhabitant is not to be disturbed unless he comes out himself. I will see to his meals and comforts. Soon, he will be introduced to a few groups and tasks, to integrate him into the clan and see how he fares, but until then. He rests.”
From what Vallaki had heard, the mysterious newcomer might require rest for longer than directly stated. His curiosity was still piqued, but he knew he’d meet this veilspun in due time, so he nodded, accepting the Matron’s wisdom. “I will do that. Is there anything else from me that you require?”
The Matron rolled her eyes, a wholly dragon expression that made Vallaki grin. “Git,” she ordered. “Go find your princess.” And as Vallaki flit away, wings an excited buzz, he heard a final grumble, “You’ve already shown how little of use you’ll be today.”
Another purr rumbled up his throat as he flew out the room, the enchanted door sliding shut once it sensed his presence passing, and zipped rapidly down the spiral staircase, flashing past arched windows set at regular intervals that showed him brief flashes of the trees he’d gazed at from the top floor of the spire coming closer and closer as he descended. Joy sang through his heart as he arrowed out of the stairwell and flew through the lair’s main chamber. He arched up high to soar close to the ceiling, weaving to dodge the clusters of cultivated mushrooms that offered light to the broad room, and the denizens of his clan milling below called out greetings to him.
“Morning, Prince!”
“How you doing, Vallaki?”
“Where you headed so quick? Matron got your tail?”
Vallaki scree-ed in response but didn’t slow, waving a general acknowledgement to the room before zipping outside at last. Shade and sunlight met his arrival in equal measure, the two still sparring over dominance over the clearing that stretched out before the lair’s primary entrance, a general-use space that served many purposes, from landing zone to hub for outdoor festivals to workstation when a dragon’s project outgrew indoor areas, and today welcomed several merchant caravans just beginning to unpack their stalls. Vallaki couldn’t help but hover a moment, inquisitively scanning the crowd—but caught himself and carried on before someone could call out his name and obligate him to pause. His promise to the Matron stood—he wouldn’t go ask a merchant if a veilspun had traveled with them—and he didn’t have time for chitchat! His date awaited him!
Briefly he wondered if the caravans’ arrival had been part of the Matron’s news he’d accidentally ignored, but pushed the thought from his head. He could help with any difficulties that arose later, but later. The rest of his morning had already been scheduled.
He ran into no one else as he entered the woods, following a path of mushrooms selected for pinkish glows rather than the usual blue that led him through the trees to a gently-flowing waterfall feeding a natural pond dotted with lilypads. Their petals, in keeping with the Wispwillow theme, emitted a faint violet sheen, too irregular to be called a true light, yet still causing the green stripes on Vallaki’s scales to shine when he landed on a pad near the center of the pool.
His sparse weight caused nary a ripple on the water, and he turned an eager circle, singing out, “My darling, I’m here! Where are you?”
“No need to shout,” mumbled a sleepy voice behind him, with a rustle in the lilypad’s flower.
Vallaki turned, and spied a strip of muted gray and pink between the crown of petals. He laughed, “Lavi, were you asleep?” and pushed his snout through to the flower’s center, where his princess lay nestled amongst the pollen.
One green eye lazily opened, and Laverne stretched, jaws parting in an enormous yawn that looked so restive Vallaki’s eyes watered. “Maybe,” she said, without embarrassment or guilt, when her yawn finished and she cozied back down in the impromptu nest. “I didn’t sleep so well, and you were taking a while, so.” Her eyes drifted shut.
“Care if I join you?”
She purred, and Vallaki sank down beside her. They cuddled up close to each other, tails entwining and Vallaki snuggling his head on her shoulder while she set her chin atop his head, right between his branches.
Vallaki sighed in contentment. “We fit perfectly together.”
“Mhmm.” Laverne drew him in tighter, and they dozed awhile, Vallaki enjoying the light rumble of the waterfall tinkling in his ears, far enough away to keep them from catching its spray, yet close enough to block out the other sounds of the forest. For all they cared, it was just the two of them in all the world.
Then what Laverne had said earlier alerted in his mind and Vallaki twitched, making Laverne stir in protest. He murmured apologies into her mane, then asked concernedly, “What kept you awake last night?”
“Mmmmm I fell asleep fine, but woke up to whispers outside my den. I went out to check, and the Matron was there with some stranger. I helped them get settled, which took longer than I’d expected.”
Vallaki sat up, and Laverne opened her eyes. “You saw the newcomer?” Excitement spurred all other thoughts from his mind and he blurted, “What’s he like?”
“The new veilspun? Oh.” Laverne leaned back, nodding thoughtfully. “He’s a hottie.”
“What?” Well now he couldn’t keep his promise to the Matron. “Tell me everything,” he begged.
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beetlefruit wrote on 2020-12-15 23:24:20:
[...] me telling vallaki how pretty he is
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SilverSilver wrote on 2020-12-02 06:58:32:
@Skadiv
Enjoy!
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For Vallaki:
Darkling child in moonlight old,
On a night like this once was sold
A silver mirror, a wishing-mere,
The things that old tales once would fear,
For vanity and pride aflame
Can build ill things that put to shame
The dragon-ghosts, the watchers still
Who from the mirror-mere drink their fill;
They gasp upon the moonlight vale,
They twist and turn and bite their tail
And metamorphose, I suppose,
Into an older form they know
Will give them wisdom and wishes aplenty.
Careful, child, lay them gently
Upon the dew-grass, let them be.
Wish-seekers like these are rarely free.
Enjoy!
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For Vallaki:
Darkling child in moonlight old,
On a night like this once was sold
A silver mirror, a wishing-mere,
The things that old tales once would fear,
For vanity and pride aflame
Can build ill things that put to shame
The dragon-ghosts, the watchers still
Who from the mirror-mere drink their fill;
They gasp upon the moonlight vale,
They twist and turn and bite their tail
And metamorphose, I suppose,
Into an older form they know
Will give them wisdom and wishes aplenty.
Careful, child, lay them gently
Upon the dew-grass, let them be.
Wish-seekers like these are rarely free.
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by ArchSerpent
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