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I can never get over the HUGE size differences between dragon species 0_o
I can never get over the HUGE size differences between dragon species 0_o
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Myu is five... Aww, little kitty ^^ @Aetherstorm
Myu is five... Aww, little kitty ^^ @Aetherstorm
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[center][item=windsinger painted vase] [img]http://i.imgur.com/PHllnHt.png[/img] [font=comic sans][color=yellowgreen][size=6]Wind Edition![/size][/color][/font] (Words of Wisdom: Always write while wearing comfortable pants.) [b]Day 50:[/b] The first thing that signaled the existence of a dancing festival was the beating of the drums. The sounds were carried over the wind like stray leaves, mingling with the music created by the whistling of grass flutes and tingling of chimes as breezes blew past. August was the first to notice, his head immediately snapping in the direction of the faint thrumming. [b]“A festival!”[/b] He hissed to Opal, pure excitement lighting up his gaze. She wrinkled her nose at him, smiling all the same. [b]“You’re cute when you’re hopelessly excited.”[/b] She informed him, taking his talons into her own. August smiled shyly. [b]“Guys, come on!”[/b] Opal called, turning her head to speak to the dragons randomly clustered about behind them. [b]“August says the music stuff is this way!”[/b] Jade immediately pricked her ears, tilting her head to catch the faint thrum of drumbeats carried by the wind. [b]“He’s right!”[/b] She squeaked. [b]“Let’s go!”[/b] She barged on ahead without a second thought. Her lithe, lanky spiral body was easily carried into the air whenever she joined her excited flutters to the ongoing breeze. The others had no choice but to follow, and Opal was practically being dragged along by her boyfriend anyways. It didn’t take long to find the festival. The closer they got, the more obvious the music became. They were also not the only ones interested in the dancing. What had started out as a thin trickle of dragons making for the music had increased into nearly a full-blown hoard. Many of them donning brand-new map kits or carrying special kites and flutes with them. Eventually, the tight funnel of dragons flooding the streets of Rivermouth gave way into a sunny, breezy clearing. One probably more sunny and breezy than your average forest gap, too. A line of random dragon species with drums ranging in sizes clutched between their knees lined the far end of the clearing, their curved, polished claws bounding across the canvas stretched thin over weird vessels shaped like snail shells. Tons of dragons had already gathered, some shying to the edges of the clearing and subtly tapping their claws and flapping their wings to the music. But most had already gathered in the middle, many of them spinning into the air or around their partners, twisting circles and flying loops with the wind. Graceful didn’t make the cut. All the dragons here were downright majestic. They twisted and coiled and leaped in tune with the drumbeats and the faint whisper of the wind, almost as if driven by instinct. Some spirals snaked through the air as free as kite strings, skydancers pranced and spun in tight circles. Even the more grounded dragons skipped over the ground with excellent footwork. All of the combined sounds, from the ongoing drumbeats and whistles of the flutes and wind funnels, all the way to the thudding of talons against earth and wings against wind seemed to blend into a beautiful symphony of sounds. August’s grip tightened on Opal’s talons, and she couldn't squash down a grin. [b]“This is what you live for.”[/b] She told the skydancer, affectionately nudging his wing. August turned his head to look at her with a sweet smile. He squeezed her talons back. [b]“It’s not a bad thing to live for.”[/b] He replied, the smile he showed her revealing wisdom and freedom far beyond his years. Opal smiled back, subconsciously feeling the wind lift her wings upward, the surrounding melody melting into her heart and her soul. Her very being. [b]“Then why don’t you show me?”[/b] She asked, tilting her head forward. August swept his wings wide open, the air dancing with fluorescent color that shone through their thin membrane, and charmingly lifted Opal’s talons, still clasped in his own. [b]“Gladly.”[/b] He said, shooting her a lopsided smile and tugging her into the group of dancing dragons. Opal could feel her breath whisked away from her as August practically leaped into the entrancing rhythm of the dance, his glowing talons sliding over the earth and colorful wings twisting through the air like he was born purley for this purpose. With a leap and a twist, August grabbed both of Opal’s talons and janked her into the rapturous cycle, launching her into a quick spin that left her wondering which way the ground was. August twirled around her, pulling Opal into a tight twist that left her quite dizzy. She would’ve toppled over if August hadn’t lifted his wings for her to lean on. [b]“Enjoying yourself yet?”[/b] he asked, a mischievous grin playing his lips. Opal laughed breathlessly, lifting herself back onto her feet. [b]“‘Course I am.”[/b] She insisted, a smile splitting her face. [b]“Just don’t try so hard to make me feel pathetic next to you, okay?”[/b] August chuckled, pulling his wings back close to his sides. [b]“Deal.”[/b] He agreed, offering his talons to the nocturne. [b]“Want to try something easier?”[/b] Opal gladly took them, restless energy tingling at her clawtips. [b]“Gladly.”[/b] She replied teasingly. With a soft smile, August leaned back, pulling Opal with him, right before sidestepping and hopping a little into the air. Opal naturally followed his movements, her narrow feet jumping into the air as well, catching opal off guard. August landed and sidestepped again, this time reacting by sidestepping that sidestep. Opal somehow followed along as August danced them in circles, his wings half open. The nocturne laughed as she spun in rhythm with her boyfriend, kicking small clawfuls of dust into the air every time they skidded and slid into a new collection of steps. August beamed at her, looking more overjoyed and relaxed than she’d ever seen him. With a knowing quirk curling up the corner of his mouth, he nodded over Opal’s shoulder. Momentarily surprised, Opal glanced behind her. Her eyes were met with Jade and Janus dancing together at the very edge of the crowd of dragons, twisting into the sky and curling around each other as only spirals could. Both moved like ribbons pulled by the wind, twitching and shifting at every tug from a breeze, creating an illusion of sorts. Opal could feel herself smiling, especially when she noticed the dragonets. Juno, Romeo, Ajax, and Aster had created some sort of club. Romeo randomly curled through the air, trying to show Ajax how to properly flap all of his six wings. The dark blue spiral actually managed to fly a graceful twist through the air before nearly crashing into Juno, who was teaching Aster how to dance by grabbing the younger dragon’s talons and bouncing them in rhythm with the drumbeats. Rikki, Myu, Aurora, and Zaffer sat behind them looking thoroughly pleased with the day. Opal caught Zaffer staring at her and he flashed a thumbs-up with an uncommon grin. Opal could feel heat rush into her face, and tried to distract herself before Zaffer could be any more annoying. She noticed Lost and Arion sat a little ways apart, surveying the other dragonets hesitantly. Juno spotted them and let Aster go to try and pull them both into the group. Opal could pick up a few words from Juno with her sharp ears. [b]“Come on! You two are more alike than you seem.”[/b] The tundra teased, the rest of her words drowned out by the other sounds filling the clearing. Before Opal could see any more, a cool breeze rushed by and everyone in the clearing collectively launched into a spin, pulled into it herself by August’s talons tugging at her wings. The collective dance move probably looking like a distorted whirlpool from above. It fell apart as soon as it started, and everyone just continued dancing, though with some sort of hopeful tension. Opal turned to August looking for answers, but even he was holding his breath, casting a hopeful look up at the sky. After a few moments, the anticipation dissolved with a slightly disappointed air. Opal and August fell back into a rhythmic spin, and she shot him a confused glance. Before the skydancer could respond, another cleansing rush of cool air rushed by, as if it were plucking up everyone’s problems and throwing them to the wind. A pale, coiling shadow fell upon the dragons from above, and everyone seemed to hush up, tipping their heads towards the sky. Even the drumbeats slowed, only continuing with a tense thudding. Then it all evaporated, replaced a pure exhilaration that Opal nearly swore she could feel with her bare talons. [b]“Windsinger.”[/b] August hissed excitedly. Opal’s head shot up so quickly she almost broke her neck. Indeed, far above them, a lithe, pale green shape swam in circles, ephemeral breezes billowing from his tail, the bamboo-shaped spines that jutted out of his back, and all of his limbs. The only thing Opal could feel was pure awe and reverence as she looked up at the deity of wind. The Windsinger tipped his head down to fix the dancing dragons in the clearing with a glowing, chartreuse gaze. As much as Opal honored and beheld the Windsinger as a powerful entity, the expression he gave them from afar was almost joyful. Like he was yelling “Good for you guys! I like dancing too!!! Save some cake for me! I LOVE BALLOONS” at everyone watching. In a blink, the Windsinger was gone, pulled by the winds and soaring into the clouds, away from all puny, mortal eyes. Opal’s breath came rushing back all at one. She would have toppled over (again) if August hadn’t reached out and caught her. As Opal met his gaze, she could see the wonderful feelings of exhilaration and reverence and every other amazing feeling that she had felt moments before reflected in his pale green eyes. [b]“That. . . was wonderful.”[/b] He panted, as if all oxygen had suddenly vanished from the atmosphere. Opal giggled, standing up straight. [b]“Wasn’t it?”[/b] She said, almost dreamily. Even though the Gladekeeper was her natural-born deity, she felt far more drawn to the Windsinger. She’d lived in the Windswept Plateau for as long as she could remember. It was, without question, her true home by now. [b]“Most dragons go their whole lives without seeing that!”[/b] August hyped, sounding very much like a fangirl who had just met her favorite author. Opal laughed, though she felt the exact same way. Slowly, the dancing around them picked up again, the dragons around them moving with more spring in their step than before. [b]“That was amazing.”[/b] Opal agreed, more emotion than she thought she had at the moment spilling into her voice. August smiled at her sweetly, like he never had before. [b]“I agree.”[/b] He said with a sly smile. [b]“But do you know what’s also amazing?”[/b] Opal chuckled and affectionately cuffed his shoulder as they slid back into their sidestepping routine. [b]“Hanging out with me?”[/b] She guessed. August smiled, his eyes practically twinkling. [b]“You guessed it.”[/b] He trilled, leaning towards her. Opal laughed and wrapped her wings around him, continuing the dance in their embrace. [b]“Yeah.”[/b] She mused, numb happiness still coursing through her veins. [b]“Same with you.”[/b][/center] -------- [size=2]@AmberHive @mayanaz @Spottedleaf125 @KallyPaige @Skyeset @Moon314@WildRose42 @PrussianWizards @CleverDual @Firedawn @Dragondreamer@Shadow104 @ScaledBookworm @LuminusPrime @CrAZDragon @DragonMist@Shadowhunter43 @Digimon11 @Avu42 @MythicalMemeLord @GhostBreath @Vyxen@VioletEevee @Verdant @Sanddollar @Faolyn @Bluebirdi3 @ThornOfStorm130@ObsidianMage @TropicalDiamonds @fenshae @Catkidemma @WhoOwlborn@Bitterbluesky @RedFennel[/size] Just image them dancing to this (kind of): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYGTrwyiyEQ 'Kay, so picture this: I started this an hour after noon, then had writer's block for two hours and tried to get out of it by cringing over MLB ships on YouTube. [i]Then[/i] I turned on music and managed to get it done before I had to leave at six. So four hours of adrenaline :3 [Size=2]Hint: Uncomfortable pants don't help with writer's block.[/size] Also, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS XD

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Wind Edition!
(Words of Wisdom: Always write while wearing comfortable pants.)

Day 50:
The first thing that signaled the existence of a dancing festival was the beating of the drums. The sounds were carried over the wind like stray leaves, mingling with the music created by the whistling of grass flutes and tingling of chimes as breezes blew past. August was the first to notice, his head immediately snapping in the direction of the faint thrumming.

“A festival!” He hissed to Opal, pure excitement lighting up his gaze. She wrinkled her nose at him, smiling all the same. “You’re cute when you’re hopelessly excited.” She informed him, taking his talons into her own. August smiled shyly. “Guys, come on!” Opal called, turning her head to speak to the dragons randomly clustered about behind them. “August says the music stuff is this way!”

Jade immediately pricked her ears, tilting her head to catch the faint thrum of drumbeats carried by the wind. “He’s right!” She squeaked. “Let’s go!” She barged on ahead without a second thought. Her lithe, lanky spiral body was easily carried into the air whenever she joined her excited flutters to the ongoing breeze. The others had no choice but to follow, and Opal was practically being dragged along by her boyfriend anyways.

It didn’t take long to find the festival. The closer they got, the more obvious the music became. They were also not the only ones interested in the dancing. What had started out as a thin trickle of dragons making for the music had increased into nearly a full-blown hoard. Many of them donning brand-new map kits or carrying special kites and flutes with them.

Eventually, the tight funnel of dragons flooding the streets of Rivermouth gave way into a sunny, breezy clearing. One probably more sunny and breezy than your average forest gap, too. A line of random dragon species with drums ranging in sizes clutched between their knees lined the far end of the clearing, their curved, polished claws bounding across the canvas stretched thin over weird vessels shaped like snail shells.

Tons of dragons had already gathered, some shying to the edges of the clearing and subtly tapping their claws and flapping their wings to the music. But most had already gathered in the middle, many of them spinning into the air or around their partners, twisting circles and flying loops with the wind.

Graceful didn’t make the cut. All the dragons here were downright majestic. They twisted and coiled and leaped in tune with the drumbeats and the faint whisper of the wind, almost as if driven by instinct. Some spirals snaked through the air as free as kite strings, skydancers pranced and spun in tight circles. Even the more grounded dragons skipped over the ground with excellent footwork.

All of the combined sounds, from the ongoing drumbeats and whistles of the flutes and wind funnels, all the way to the thudding of talons against earth and wings against wind seemed to blend into a beautiful symphony of sounds.

August’s grip tightened on Opal’s talons, and she couldn't squash down a grin. “This is what you live for.” She told the skydancer, affectionately nudging his wing. August turned his head to look at her with a sweet smile. He squeezed her talons back. “It’s not a bad thing to live for.” He replied, the smile he showed her revealing wisdom and freedom far beyond his years.

Opal smiled back, subconsciously feeling the wind lift her wings upward, the surrounding melody melting into her heart and her soul. Her very being. “Then why don’t you show me?” She asked, tilting her head forward. August swept his wings wide open, the air dancing with fluorescent color that shone through their thin membrane, and charmingly lifted Opal’s talons, still clasped in his own. “Gladly.” He said, shooting her a lopsided smile and tugging her into the group of dancing dragons.

Opal could feel her breath whisked away from her as August practically leaped into the entrancing rhythm of the dance, his glowing talons sliding over the earth and colorful wings twisting through the air like he was born purley for this purpose. With a leap and a twist, August grabbed both of Opal’s talons and janked her into the rapturous cycle, launching her into a quick spin that left her wondering which way the ground was.

August twirled around her, pulling Opal into a tight twist that left her quite dizzy. She would’ve toppled over if August hadn’t lifted his wings for her to lean on. “Enjoying yourself yet?” he asked, a mischievous grin playing his lips. Opal laughed breathlessly, lifting herself back onto her feet. “‘Course I am.” She insisted, a smile splitting her face. “Just don’t try so hard to make me feel pathetic next to you, okay?”

August chuckled, pulling his wings back close to his sides. “Deal.” He agreed, offering his talons to the nocturne. “Want to try something easier?” Opal gladly took them, restless energy tingling at her clawtips. “Gladly.” She replied teasingly.

With a soft smile, August leaned back, pulling Opal with him, right before sidestepping and hopping a little into the air. Opal naturally followed his movements, her narrow feet jumping into the air as well, catching opal off guard. August landed and sidestepped again, this time reacting by sidestepping that sidestep. Opal somehow followed along as August danced them in circles, his wings half open.

The nocturne laughed as she spun in rhythm with her boyfriend, kicking small clawfuls of dust into the air every time they skidded and slid into a new collection of steps. August beamed at her, looking more overjoyed and relaxed than she’d ever seen him. With a knowing quirk curling up the corner of his mouth, he nodded over Opal’s shoulder.

Momentarily surprised, Opal glanced behind her. Her eyes were met with Jade and Janus dancing together at the very edge of the crowd of dragons, twisting into the sky and curling around each other as only spirals could. Both moved like ribbons pulled by the wind, twitching and shifting at every tug from a breeze, creating an illusion of sorts.

Opal could feel herself smiling, especially when she noticed the dragonets. Juno, Romeo, Ajax, and Aster had created some sort of club. Romeo randomly curled through the air, trying to show Ajax how to properly flap all of his six wings. The dark blue spiral actually managed to fly a graceful twist through the air before nearly crashing into Juno, who was teaching Aster how to dance by grabbing the younger dragon’s talons and bouncing them in rhythm with the drumbeats.

Rikki, Myu, Aurora, and Zaffer sat behind them looking thoroughly pleased with the day. Opal caught Zaffer staring at her and he flashed a thumbs-up with an uncommon grin. Opal could feel heat rush into her face, and tried to distract herself before Zaffer could be any more annoying.

She noticed Lost and Arion sat a little ways apart, surveying the other dragonets hesitantly. Juno spotted them and let Aster go to try and pull them both into the group. Opal could pick up a few words from Juno with her sharp ears. “Come on! You two are more alike than you seem.” The tundra teased, the rest of her words drowned out by the other sounds filling the clearing.

Before Opal could see any more, a cool breeze rushed by and everyone in the clearing collectively launched into a spin, pulled into it herself by August’s talons tugging at her wings. The collective dance move probably looking like a distorted whirlpool from above. It fell apart as soon as it started, and everyone just continued dancing, though with some sort of hopeful tension.

Opal turned to August looking for answers, but even he was holding his breath, casting a hopeful look up at the sky. After a few moments, the anticipation dissolved with a slightly disappointed air. Opal and August fell back into a rhythmic spin, and she shot him a confused glance. Before the skydancer could respond, another cleansing rush of cool air rushed by, as if it were plucking up everyone’s problems and throwing them to the wind.

A pale, coiling shadow fell upon the dragons from above, and everyone seemed to hush up, tipping their heads towards the sky. Even the drumbeats slowed, only continuing with a tense thudding. Then it all evaporated, replaced a pure exhilaration that Opal nearly swore she could feel with her bare talons. “Windsinger.” August hissed excitedly.

Opal’s head shot up so quickly she almost broke her neck. Indeed, far above them, a lithe, pale green shape swam in circles, ephemeral breezes billowing from his tail, the bamboo-shaped spines that jutted out of his back, and all of his limbs. The only thing Opal could feel was pure awe and reverence as she looked up at the deity of wind.

The Windsinger tipped his head down to fix the dancing dragons in the clearing with a glowing, chartreuse gaze. As much as Opal honored and beheld the Windsinger as a powerful entity, the expression he gave them from afar was almost joyful. Like he was yelling “Good for you guys! I like dancing too!!! Save some cake for me! I LOVE BALLOONS” at everyone watching.

In a blink, the Windsinger was gone, pulled by the winds and soaring into the clouds, away from all puny, mortal eyes. Opal’s breath came rushing back all at one. She would have toppled over (again) if August hadn’t reached out and caught her. As Opal met his gaze, she could see the wonderful feelings of exhilaration and reverence and every other amazing feeling that she had felt moments before reflected in his pale green eyes.

“That. . . was wonderful.” He panted, as if all oxygen had suddenly vanished from the atmosphere. Opal giggled, standing up straight. “Wasn’t it?” She said, almost dreamily. Even though the Gladekeeper was her natural-born deity, she felt far more drawn to the Windsinger. She’d lived in the Windswept Plateau for as long as she could remember. It was, without question, her true home by now.

“Most dragons go their whole lives without seeing that!” August hyped, sounding very much like a fangirl who had just met her favorite author. Opal laughed, though she felt the exact same way. Slowly, the dancing around them picked up again, the dragons around them moving with more spring in their step than before.

“That was amazing.” Opal agreed, more emotion than she thought she had at the moment spilling into her voice. August smiled at her sweetly, like he never had before. “I agree.” He said with a sly smile. “But do you know what’s also amazing?” Opal chuckled and affectionately cuffed his shoulder as they slid back into their sidestepping routine.

“Hanging out with me?” She guessed. August smiled, his eyes practically twinkling. “You guessed it.” He trilled, leaning towards her. Opal laughed and wrapped her wings around him, continuing the dance in their embrace. “Yeah.” She mused, numb happiness still coursing through her veins. “Same with you.”

@AmberHive @mayanaz @Spottedleaf125 @KallyPaige @Skyeset @Moon314@WildRose42 @PrussianWizards @CleverDual @Firedawn @Dragondreamer@Shadow104 @ScaledBookworm @LuminusPrime @CrAZDragon @DragonMist@Shadowhunter43 @Digimon11 @Avu42 @MythicalMemeLord @GhostBreath @Vyxen@VioletEevee @Verdant @Sanddollar @Faolyn @Bluebirdi3 @ThornOfStorm130@ObsidianMage @TropicalDiamonds @fenshae @Catkidemma @WhoOwlborn@Bitterbluesky @RedFennel
Just image them dancing to this (kind of):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYGTrwyiyEQ

'Kay, so picture this: I started this an hour after noon, then had writer's block for two hours and tried to get out of it by cringing over MLB ships on YouTube. Then I turned on music and managed to get it done before I had to leave at six. So four hours of adrenaline :3

Hint: Uncomfortable pants don't help with writer's block.

Also, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS XD
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@Aetherstorm

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THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL *wipes tear from eye*
@Aetherstorm

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THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL *wipes tear from eye*
"That's Robophobic!"
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@Aetherstorm [quote name="Windsinger"] I LOVE BALLOONS [/quote] That totally feels like something he would say. Also, AAAAAHHHHH I LOVED READING THIS!
@Aetherstorm
Windsinger wrote:
I LOVE BALLOONS
That totally feels like something he would say.
Also, AAAAAHHHHH I LOVED READING THIS!
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*runs around sobbing*
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!!!

No, like, seriously. Thank you for loving the writing that I put a piece of my soul into o_o
@Avu42 @ObsidianMage
*runs around sobbing*
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!!!

No, like, seriously. Thank you for loving the writing that I put a piece of my soul into o_o
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@Aetherstorm
It was a beautiful piece of soul, then.
hold on does that make this a Horcrux then
@Aetherstorm
It was a beautiful piece of soul, then.
hold on does that make this a Horcrux then
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I sure hope not! I haven't murdured anyone recently. . . I think
@ObsidianMage
I sure hope not! I haven't murdured anyone recently. . . I think
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@Aetherstorm THINK CAREFULLY
@Aetherstorm THINK CAREFULLY
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Hmm. . .

Nope! Haven't killed anyone :3
@ObsidianMage
Hmm. . .

Nope! Haven't killed anyone :3
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