@tigresjumeaux
your Portia
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with my Sygald
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"What are you doing here?" a voice called out in the darkness.
"I'm just gathering some artificing materials," Sygald said after a great, "What are you doing here? This is my clan's territory."
The older skydancer cocked her head. "I must have gone farther than I thought. I didn't mean to intrude, I'll just go now."
"Wait," Sygald said, "Where are you from. It's awfully late and we've been having problems with raiders and cultists recently. I wouldn't want something to happen."
"The Leviathan Trench," the skydancer said. "My name's Portia, by the way. I don't think I had introduced myself."
"That's a really pretty name," he said. "I'm Sygald. So, I know your clan isn't that far away, but would you like to come back to mine anyway. I think you're really nice and I could have one of my denmates make some dinner."
"You know, that sounds nice," said Portia.
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tigresjumeaux
your Portia
with my Sygald
"What are you doing here?" a voice called out in the darkness.
"I'm just gathering some artificing materials," Sygald said after a great, "What are you doing here? This is my clan's territory."
The older skydancer cocked her head. "I must have gone farther than I thought. I didn't mean to intrude, I'll just go now."
"Wait," Sygald said, "Where are you from. It's awfully late and we've been having problems with raiders and cultists recently. I wouldn't want something to happen."
"The Leviathan Trench," the skydancer said. "My name's Portia, by the way. I don't think I had introduced myself."
"That's a really pretty name," he said. "I'm Sygald. So, I know your clan isn't that far away, but would you like to come back to mine anyway. I think you're really nice and I could have one of my denmates make some dinner."
"You know, that sounds nice," said Portia.
@KnightVanguard
My Solis
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And your Krasi
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[center]Solis sighed, yet another party that he was being forced to go to. It's that he hated the glamorous lifestyle and nobles, it was just that he hated the old memories it brought back. He sat in a balcony, overlooking the dragons below him. He scoffed, they were so foolish. They didn't even know how hard it was for people without money. He shook his head and shifted gaze toward a massive banquet table.
A red imperial flitted between some guests, refilling wine glasses. Solis peered closer at the beautiful man. His breath was utterly taken away. He slipped away from the balcony and behind the red imperial.
"Hello, I'm Solis from the Burning Rose Clan. Perhaps you would like to leave this party with me and I'll show you a real good time."
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KnightVanguard
My Solis
And your Krasi
Solis sighed, yet another party that he was being forced to go to. It's that he hated the glamorous lifestyle and nobles, it was just that he hated the old memories it brought back. He sat in a balcony, overlooking the dragons below him. He scoffed, they were so foolish. They didn't even know how hard it was for people without money. He shook his head and shifted gaze toward a massive banquet table.
A red imperial flitted between some guests, refilling wine glasses. Solis peered closer at the beautiful man. His breath was utterly taken away. He slipped away from the balcony and behind the red imperial.
"Hello, I'm Solis from the Burning Rose Clan. Perhaps you would like to leave this party with me and I'll show you a real good time."
@Reiyn
((What lovely dragons! I had fun reading all your lore. I picked Ares because I love his colors, and because I was having a hard time keeping track of all the other dragons' relationships. I hope I did your dragon justice here.))
[size=2][b] . . . In which a young pearlcatcher admires a handsome warrior from a distance, until her mouthy friend ruins everything.[/b][/size]
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Kala sighed, and leaned harder on the boulder in front of her. She had been watching the grassy plains for a few hours now, glad to have a few moments to herself. But now, there was something else that had caught her eye. An imperial, with scales that shone like the setting sun and a handsome black mane. Surely, this must have been a seasoned warrior, judging by the scars that covered his hide. Kala wished she was brave enough to say hello, but she was just a silk dancer, and doubted the warrior would even give her the time.
It turns out that sometimes, bravery doesn't come from within.
Loud footsteps behind her alerted the pearlcatcher to the presence of her lifelong friend, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=45216&did=37430116]Tango[/url]. She didn't take her eyes off of the field below as the mirror flopped onto the boulder next to her. "Whatcha starin' at?" the mirror asked, giving her friend a sidways glance.
Kala sighed wistfully. "I'm just . . . Dragon watching," she replied, resting her chin on her pearl. The mirror took a second glance and grinned, spotting the dragon in question.
"Why don't you go down there and say hello?" Tango gestured towards the field.
Kala sputtered. "T-they could be hostile! Or . . . or--"
"Nonsense! You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you," declared the mirror. "In fact, I have an idea." The pearlcatcher watched her friend dart off with a frown before returning her attention to the dragon below. Hopefully the energetic dragon would get distracted and leave her be.
Unfortunately for her, she had underestimated her friend. Tango came loping back with a bouquet, of all things, clutched in her jaws. Before Kala could protest, her friend had shoved the flowers into her hands and shoved her out from behind the boulders. Evidently, Tango had forgotten that they were standing at the top of a large hill, and the dancer was now rolling less than gracefully down the hill toward the field where the imperial stood.
She came to a stop with a jarring thud, and it took her a second to process what had just happened. She found herself sitting in disarray at the base of the hill with the flowers still clasped in her hands, staring up into the deep purple eyes of the imperial that she had been admiring. She gave a small, nervous laugh as she brushed her veil back into place.
He was giving her a skeptical look, but it was too late to turn back now. "H . . . hello," she managed, "my name is Kala." She glanced at the flowers, and then back up at the imperial. Tango had an eye for colors, at least. "I, uh . . . picked these for you. They remind me of your scales."
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Reiyn
((What lovely dragons! I had fun reading all your lore. I picked Ares because I love his colors, and because I was having a hard time keeping track of all the other dragons' relationships. I hope I did your dragon justice here.))
. . . In which a young pearlcatcher admires a handsome warrior from a distance, until her mouthy friend ruins everything.
Kala sighed, and leaned harder on the boulder in front of her. She had been watching the grassy plains for a few hours now, glad to have a few moments to herself. But now, there was something else that had caught her eye. An imperial, with scales that shone like the setting sun and a handsome black mane. Surely, this must have been a seasoned warrior, judging by the scars that covered his hide. Kala wished she was brave enough to say hello, but she was just a silk dancer, and doubted the warrior would even give her the time.
It turns out that sometimes, bravery doesn't come from within.
Loud footsteps behind her alerted the pearlcatcher to the presence of her lifelong friend,
Tango. She didn't take her eyes off of the field below as the mirror flopped onto the boulder next to her. "Whatcha starin' at?" the mirror asked, giving her friend a sidways glance.
Kala sighed wistfully. "I'm just . . . Dragon watching," she replied, resting her chin on her pearl. The mirror took a second glance and grinned, spotting the dragon in question.
"Why don't you go down there and say hello?" Tango gestured towards the field.
Kala sputtered. "T-they could be hostile! Or . . . or--"
"Nonsense! You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you," declared the mirror. "In fact, I have an idea." The pearlcatcher watched her friend dart off with a frown before returning her attention to the dragon below. Hopefully the energetic dragon would get distracted and leave her be.
Unfortunately for her, she had underestimated her friend. Tango came loping back with a bouquet, of all things, clutched in her jaws. Before Kala could protest, her friend had shoved the flowers into her hands and shoved her out from behind the boulders. Evidently, Tango had forgotten that they were standing at the top of a large hill, and the dancer was now rolling less than gracefully down the hill toward the field where the imperial stood.
She came to a stop with a jarring thud, and it took her a second to process what had just happened. She found herself sitting in disarray at the base of the hill with the flowers still clasped in her hands, staring up into the deep purple eyes of the imperial that she had been admiring. She gave a small, nervous laugh as she brushed her veil back into place.
He was giving her a skeptical look, but it was too late to turn back now. "H . . . hello," she managed, "my name is Kala." She glanced at the flowers, and then back up at the imperial. Tango had an eye for colors, at least. "I, uh . . . picked these for you. They remind me of your scales."
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[left]@Dracknorin
Your Ubica
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My Darakr
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(Two assassins with one target. It can't go wrong!)
Darakr moved in on the small trading post along with the fog from the sea. He had gotten an anonymous contract for a dragon who lived in the outer part of the Scared Wasteland. He had been tracking his target for a few days now. He was just waiting for the dragon to be alone and out of sight of others so he could make his move.
It was growing dark and the fog was starting to get dense when the door to the small tavern opened and his target started walking down the street. He silently wiggled in excitement. It was a twisted sort of happiness. It had been too long since he had killed.
He followed silently behind the drunk dragon but he felt uncomfortable like someone was watching. [i]Of course not.[/i] He was just being paranoid. They reached a small dock on the stinking water front and the dragon decided to wonder to the edge to take a few more sips from his whiskey bottle. Perfect, this poor dragon would slip and fall into the water, drowning. It was a common way for drunkards to go.
The dark Imperial began to move forward when suddenly an arrow struck is target knocking him to the ground, dead. Darakr scanned around them before he met the eyes of a small Fae. They noticed each other at the same time and she turned to flee. Darakr ripped the arrow out of of the dragons back and gave chase to the kill thief.
It was a long time before he was able to find her in a side alley. He threw the arrow on the ground at her feet, making her jump before the Imperial used his size to block her escape, "I'm not a bodyguard so you can calm down." The Fae watched him warily, getting ready to rip herself through him if she had too. "Would you mind telling me the name of the dragon who stole my kill."
The Fae crossed her arms and looked up at him incredulously, "That was as much your kill as any of my others."
"That's fair," Darakr smiled, showing his unnaturally pointed teeth. "I hope you don't mind a critique on your work." He watched as the Fae scowled at him. "You probably don't wan't to leave behind anything that can lead back too you. There are a bunch of dangerous dragons out tonight," He whispered. He stood upright "I hope I can one day watch you work again," before turning and melding back into the fog.
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Dracknorin
Your Ubica
My Darakr
(Two assassins with one target. It can't go wrong!)
Darakr moved in on the small trading post along with the fog from the sea. He had gotten an anonymous contract for a dragon who lived in the outer part of the Scared Wasteland. He had been tracking his target for a few days now. He was just waiting for the dragon to be alone and out of sight of others so he could make his move.
It was growing dark and the fog was starting to get dense when the door to the small tavern opened and his target started walking down the street. He silently wiggled in excitement. It was a twisted sort of happiness. It had been too long since he had killed.
He followed silently behind the drunk dragon but he felt uncomfortable like someone was watching.
Of course not. He was just being paranoid. They reached a small dock on the stinking water front and the dragon decided to wonder to the edge to take a few more sips from his whiskey bottle. Perfect, this poor dragon would slip and fall into the water, drowning. It was a common way for drunkards to go.
The dark Imperial began to move forward when suddenly an arrow struck is target knocking him to the ground, dead. Darakr scanned around them before he met the eyes of a small Fae. They noticed each other at the same time and she turned to flee. Darakr ripped the arrow out of of the dragons back and gave chase to the kill thief.
It was a long time before he was able to find her in a side alley. He threw the arrow on the ground at her feet, making her jump before the Imperial used his size to block her escape, "I'm not a bodyguard so you can calm down." The Fae watched him warily, getting ready to rip herself through him if she had too. "Would you mind telling me the name of the dragon who stole my kill."
The Fae crossed her arms and looked up at him incredulously, "That was as much your kill as any of my others."
"That's fair," Darakr smiled, showing his unnaturally pointed teeth. "I hope you don't mind a critique on your work." He watched as the Fae scowled at him. "You probably don't wan't to leave behind anything that can lead back too you. There are a bunch of dangerous dragons out tonight," He whispered. He stood upright "I hope I can one day watch you work again," before turning and melding back into the fog.
(Feel free to use any dragon with a name.)
@Quiettale [s]claim! (man, you're probably getting tired of me. hhaa--)[/s]
Oh goodness, lovely Evur here
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Meet the small Ezzi
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Ezzi wanted nothing but to get [i]away[/i] from all the salty waves and crashing loud noises. She was overwhelmed and panicked, ready to attack any dragon that tried to get close to her at the moment. So when a coatl lightly tapped her on the shoulder, ready to say something, she pounced. Spinning around with lightning quickness, she threw herself full-on at the poor surprised dragon. Even like this, though, she didn't use her claws or teeth. For a dragon of such small stature, she [i]could[/i] use some surprising force.
Snarling, she bared her teeth at the coatl that she had partially pinned. But as soon as she saw the face of the dragon that she'd kind of just... Attacked- She flattened her feathers back and blinked slowly. Very slowly releasing her grip on his apparel and making a quiet whining noise. "I-- I'm sorry..." She said in a small voice. Backing up a bit and shrinking down, looking even smaller than she already was.
This coatl looked pretty and didn't look too horribly offended. Just mostly concerned now. "I- didn't mean to do that." Grimacing sharply and pulling her headdress down more over her face, she whined. "I should- Probably go now. I'm kind of just-- Overwhelmed."
She didn't want to do any more damage than she'd already done, so she kind of backed up a bit more. Being careful to not fall into the water behind her. Just flinching when ocean spray hit her from a crashing wave.
(hwoops not rlly a flirt, but here is a thing ;') haha. Your boi is lovely <3 )
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Quiettale claim! (man, you're probably getting tired of me. hhaa--)
Oh goodness, lovely Evur here
Meet the small Ezzi
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Ezzi wanted nothing but to get
away from all the salty waves and crashing loud noises. She was overwhelmed and panicked, ready to attack any dragon that tried to get close to her at the moment. So when a coatl lightly tapped her on the shoulder, ready to say something, she pounced. Spinning around with lightning quickness, she threw herself full-on at the poor surprised dragon. Even like this, though, she didn't use her claws or teeth. For a dragon of such small stature, she
could use some surprising force.
Snarling, she bared her teeth at the coatl that she had partially pinned. But as soon as she saw the face of the dragon that she'd kind of just... Attacked- She flattened her feathers back and blinked slowly. Very slowly releasing her grip on his apparel and making a quiet whining noise. "I-- I'm sorry..." She said in a small voice. Backing up a bit and shrinking down, looking even smaller than she already was.
This coatl looked pretty and didn't look too horribly offended. Just mostly concerned now. "I- didn't mean to do that." Grimacing sharply and pulling her headdress down more over her face, she whined. "I should- Probably go now. I'm kind of just-- Overwhelmed."
She didn't want to do any more damage than she'd already done, so she kind of backed up a bit more. Being careful to not fall into the water behind her. Just flinching when ocean spray hit her from a crashing wave.
(hwoops not rlly a flirt, but here is a thing ;') haha. Your boi is lovely <3 )
Dragons in my fodder/for sale lair tab aren't open for forum games!
RESPECT DRAGON'S PRONOUNS FOR FORUM GAMES. THANK YOU.
@GhostBreath
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My Faolan....
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33634881]
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With your dear Slaaf [s]Robijn[/s]!
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The Coatl had been eyeing the pretty Skydancer for some time, now. Such a beautiful little thing, yet so... broken. So [i]controlled[/i]. He knew this. He had [i]seen[/i] how badly the poor Skydancer was being treated. And he had a plan to try to get her out.
In the dead of night, Faolan snuck into where the Skydancer was, using his ability of dimensional travel to his favor. He woke her gently with a nudge, only to soothe her when the poor girl was startled upon being woken in the dead of night. He gave her a small, gentle smile.
"Don't you worry," He hummed sweetly, "I'm going to get you out of here, hun. I promise."
He knew that she didn't believe him. And yet.... there was the desperate sparkle in her sad eyes. She was hoping. Hoping that this Coatl told the truth. And all he did next was smile, as the world around her slowly melted into another. One away from Mazzin.
(Okay wow, this took forever and I'm sorry it's so short and not quite a real flirt, but here you go, my friend,,,, )
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GhostBreath
My Faolan....
With your dear Slaaf
Robijn!
The Coatl had been eyeing the pretty Skydancer for some time, now. Such a beautiful little thing, yet so... broken. So
controlled. He knew this. He had
seen how badly the poor Skydancer was being treated. And he had a plan to try to get her out.
In the dead of night, Faolan snuck into where the Skydancer was, using his ability of dimensional travel to his favor. He woke her gently with a nudge, only to soothe her when the poor girl was startled upon being woken in the dead of night. He gave her a small, gentle smile.
"Don't you worry," He hummed sweetly, "I'm going to get you out of here, hun. I promise."
He knew that she didn't believe him. And yet.... there was the desperate sparkle in her sad eyes. She was hoping. Hoping that this Coatl told the truth. And all he did next was smile, as the world around her slowly melted into another. One away from Mazzin.
(Okay wow, this took forever and I'm sorry it's so short and not quite a real flirt, but here you go, my friend,,,, )
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Yo, just saying, your Assassin's Creed dragons are A+
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Harley
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And Malcolm
Two negotiators trying to settle a deal? Fun.
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[size=2][i]Another day on the job.[/i] Thought Malcolm as she approached the clan grounds, a slight scowl painted on her face. She really didn't feel like fighting with anyone today. But, the Scorpions needed more revenue, and being the deal maker of the gang, Nevada sent her to negotiate some terms.
Unlike her brother, she was more level headed than he. She had her moments though, and this was one of them.
She was suppose to meet up with someone named Harley, so as she burst through the doors leading to the conference room, she failed to notice anyone there.
"Great. [i]Someone's[/i] late." She huffed out in annoyance, making herself at home as she perched upon on of the chairs. Malcolm waited for half an hour before a Mirror ran through the doors, dropping a scroll in the process.
"I-I'm terribly sorry! I couldn't find the correct script that was sent to me, and then there was some trouble that came up and I.." He trailed off, Malcolms face enough to shut him up. "Right. You're from the Black Scorpions, yes? Malcolm?"
"That's my name." She sassed at him, a smirk playing her face. "My brother wanted to know if you'd agree, but sent me in case you tri- .. [i]Wanted[/i] to change anything."
Harley perked up, his eyes lighting up a little. "I read it over, and it's all fine and good.."
"Except?" Malcolm sighed, staring at him. She couldn't help but notice how cute his nose looked. A weird thing to think, but she's not exactly normal.
"Do you, really need that much? I mean.. There are other places to fish.." He fumbled with the paper in front of him, itching his nose.
Malcolm smiled. She didn't say anything for a moment, tilting her head. "Y'know, Usually when I negotiate, I see the other dragons eyes." She rose a teasing brow, finding pleasure in the way he recoiled slightly.
"Oh, of course. My apologizes." He removed his veil, piercing purple eyes staring her down.
"My my, what pretty eyes you have sir. One could get lost in them." This was normal behavior for Malcolm. Usually though, they don't flirt back.
"I could say the same for you, ma'am." Harvey smirked, catching Malcolm a little by surprise.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Indeed."
They stared at each other for a moment. Harvey shifted in his spot before breaking the silence.
"So.. About that deal. I thin-"
"How about 100 pounds of fish, instead of 250? Will that work?" Malcolm interrupted him. Harvey's shoulders relaxed, glad that he didn't have to argue with her.
"Sure, that should work." He said simply.
"Good! I suppose 250 pounds was a little much, huh?" She patted him on the shoulder as she got up. "I'll see you around."
"You-You'll see me.." He didn't get to finish before she flew out the doors.
"See you later.." He whispered and smiled to himself.
(Hope I got his character down..)
@EpsiWire
Yo, just saying, your Assassin's Creed dragons are A+
Harley
And Malcolm
Two negotiators trying to settle a deal? Fun.
Another day on the job. Thought Malcolm as she approached the clan grounds, a slight scowl painted on her face. She really didn't feel like fighting with anyone today. But, the Scorpions needed more revenue, and being the deal maker of the gang, Nevada sent her to negotiate some terms.
Unlike her brother, she was more level headed than he. She had her moments though, and this was one of them.
She was suppose to meet up with someone named Harley, so as she burst through the doors leading to the conference room, she failed to notice anyone there.
"Great. Someone's late." She huffed out in annoyance, making herself at home as she perched upon on of the chairs. Malcolm waited for half an hour before a Mirror ran through the doors, dropping a scroll in the process.
"I-I'm terribly sorry! I couldn't find the correct script that was sent to me, and then there was some trouble that came up and I.." He trailed off, Malcolms face enough to shut him up. "Right. You're from the Black Scorpions, yes? Malcolm?"
"That's my name." She sassed at him, a smirk playing her face. "My brother wanted to know if you'd agree, but sent me in case you tri- .. Wanted to change anything."
Harley perked up, his eyes lighting up a little. "I read it over, and it's all fine and good.."
"Except?" Malcolm sighed, staring at him. She couldn't help but notice how cute his nose looked. A weird thing to think, but she's not exactly normal.
"Do you, really need that much? I mean.. There are other places to fish.." He fumbled with the paper in front of him, itching his nose.
Malcolm smiled. She didn't say anything for a moment, tilting her head. "Y'know, Usually when I negotiate, I see the other dragons eyes." She rose a teasing brow, finding pleasure in the way he recoiled slightly.
"Oh, of course. My apologizes." He removed his veil, piercing purple eyes staring her down.
"My my, what pretty eyes you have sir. One could get lost in them." This was normal behavior for Malcolm. Usually though, they don't flirt back.
"I could say the same for you, ma'am." Harvey smirked, catching Malcolm a little by surprise.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Indeed."
They stared at each other for a moment. Harvey shifted in his spot before breaking the silence.
"So.. About that deal. I thin-"
"How about 100 pounds of fish, instead of 250? Will that work?" Malcolm interrupted him. Harvey's shoulders relaxed, glad that he didn't have to argue with her.
"Sure, that should work." He said simply.
"Good! I suppose 250 pounds was a little much, huh?" She patted him on the shoulder as she got up. "I'll see you around."
"You-You'll see me.." He didn't get to finish before she flew out the doors.
"See you later.." He whispered and smiled to himself.
(Hope I got his character down..)
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caelum...
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here is cyolkam!
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Cyolkam was not far from his new Light homegrounds. The Light shone so beautifully on the golden beach, catching the froth-topped waves in its rays, making them glow and gleam like diamonds scattered upon each splash of water... But there was something else that caught his eye. A pearlcatcher rose from the waves, shaking off saltwater from his wet mane-- Cyo would've passed by if there was not a lingering feeling.
The pearlcatcher, scales cultivated and shining in sunlight like the finest mother of pearl, had an eerie feeling upon him. A scent, a hint of something. A deadly feeling, as if his days were numbered. That infuriated Cyo to no end, adding to the pearlcatcher's list of maddening allures.
Cyo, never shy, strode upon him, coy and playsome like a hatchling.
"Say," he started, voice soft like silk, "are you aware of your allure? What is your name?" His Arcane eyes studied the pearlcatcher and his deep blue Water eyes.
"Caelum," came back a reply, one Cyo couldn't quite tell the feeling of. Perhaps more taken aback than anything else.
"Funny, we match. You may call me Cyolkam. Starting with a C and ending in an M," he said, tilting his head, the heavy necromancer's jewellery clinking. "There is a feeling of death upon your person," said he then, as abrupt as ever. He walked ever closer, almost so that he was nose to nose with the pearlcatcher before circling around him, letting the water wet his paws. He circled for a while, Caelum craning his neck around to follow his stride.
"I have never felt such inquiry to one destined to die."
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oh man i was sniped!!! i will write one for you too fourr!!
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@Fourr
moor
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here are the competing suitors, elyl and scrion!
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Always flitting around like a hummingbird, Elyl finally calmed and perched upon the nearest tree to judge the guardian that had tagged along with her to her journey to find more tree seeds in the Viridian Labyrinth's edge. Something about medicinal herbs... Judgement aside, Elyl hated the sickly guardian with her bloody wrappings--
The perch moved. Alas, it was a whole bogsneak instead of a perch. Elyl moved to sit on the ground instead, narrowing her eyes and fanning her frills. The perch bogsneak was also rather... Grumpy about being used as a perch. Elyl hummed the laugh of a fae as Scrion watched in silent horror.
"Pardon us," Scrion said then. Elyl, however, was smitten. What better in this world than a moving perch, a dragon who looked like a swamp?
"You look lovely," Elyl said with her monotone voice, almost as if she was telling a joke. Scrion somehow adopted an even more horrified look underneath her hood. "Like you just rose from a swamp. I do so love swamps. Your wings are like mud, upon which rests a sea of soft algae."
Abrupt, Scrion pinned the fae underneath her much larger paw. "I..." She started, as the fae emitted a shrill scream. Scrion cleared her throat. "I'm the one they call Doctor. I was summoned here by a healer-- Might it be you? I heard you are the finest-looking herb-- I mean, pardon me, the finest herb-- The finest herbs. You grow the finest herbs."
Scrion cleared her throat again, her voice raspier than usual as her hood fell deeper onto her face as she bowed her head: "Yes... The herbs. I am here for the herbs." Underneath her paw, the fae fluttered her frills in a laugh.
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EpsiWire
caelum...
here is cyolkam!
Cyolkam was not far from his new Light homegrounds. The Light shone so beautifully on the golden beach, catching the froth-topped waves in its rays, making them glow and gleam like diamonds scattered upon each splash of water... But there was something else that caught his eye. A pearlcatcher rose from the waves, shaking off saltwater from his wet mane-- Cyo would've passed by if there was not a lingering feeling.
The pearlcatcher, scales cultivated and shining in sunlight like the finest mother of pearl, had an eerie feeling upon him. A scent, a hint of something. A deadly feeling, as if his days were numbered. That infuriated Cyo to no end, adding to the pearlcatcher's list of maddening allures.
Cyo, never shy, strode upon him, coy and playsome like a hatchling.
"Say," he started, voice soft like silk, "are you aware of your allure? What is your name?" His Arcane eyes studied the pearlcatcher and his deep blue Water eyes.
"Caelum," came back a reply, one Cyo couldn't quite tell the feeling of. Perhaps more taken aback than anything else.
"Funny, we match. You may call me Cyolkam. Starting with a C and ending in an M," he said, tilting his head, the heavy necromancer's jewellery clinking. "There is a feeling of death upon your person," said he then, as abrupt as ever. He walked ever closer, almost so that he was nose to nose with the pearlcatcher before circling around him, letting the water wet his paws. He circled for a while, Caelum craning his neck around to follow his stride.
"I have never felt such inquiry to one destined to die."
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oh man i was sniped!!! i will write one for you too fourr!!
@
Fourr
moor
here are the competing suitors, elyl and scrion!
Always flitting around like a hummingbird, Elyl finally calmed and perched upon the nearest tree to judge the guardian that had tagged along with her to her journey to find more tree seeds in the Viridian Labyrinth's edge. Something about medicinal herbs... Judgement aside, Elyl hated the sickly guardian with her bloody wrappings--
The perch moved. Alas, it was a whole bogsneak instead of a perch. Elyl moved to sit on the ground instead, narrowing her eyes and fanning her frills. The perch bogsneak was also rather... Grumpy about being used as a perch. Elyl hummed the laugh of a fae as Scrion watched in silent horror.
"Pardon us," Scrion said then. Elyl, however, was smitten. What better in this world than a moving perch, a dragon who looked like a swamp?
"You look lovely," Elyl said with her monotone voice, almost as if she was telling a joke. Scrion somehow adopted an even more horrified look underneath her hood. "Like you just rose from a swamp. I do so love swamps. Your wings are like mud, upon which rests a sea of soft algae."
Abrupt, Scrion pinned the fae underneath her much larger paw. "I..." She started, as the fae emitted a shrill scream. Scrion cleared her throat. "I'm the one they call Doctor. I was summoned here by a healer-- Might it be you? I heard you are the finest-looking herb-- I mean, pardon me, the finest herb-- The finest herbs. You grow the finest herbs."
Scrion cleared her throat again, her voice raspier than usual as her hood fell deeper onto her face as she bowed her head: "Yes... The herbs. I am here for the herbs." Underneath her paw, the fae fluttered her frills in a laugh.
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@angelhearted
Your lovely Chuini
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With my Eos
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Eos had noticed the dark, armor-clad Wildclaw right when she had entered the clan. They hadn't spoken yet, but everywhere she wandered, the feathery winged Wildclaw didn't seem to be far away.
Eos had definitely taken notice of her, the intimidating wolf cape she adorned, the contrast of her armor, the silky feathers of her wings and the cute little bow that adorned her neck. She didn't scare Eos at all, she looked capable and cute.
Finally, Eos wandered over to the Wildclaw with a gentle smile, taking the rose from her mouth so she could speak.
"Hello," She said, her silky voice as soft as ever. "I am Eos, who may you be?" She tilted her head slightly.
The Wildclaw seemed fidgety for a moment, wings flapping in the air as she seemed to fumble over her words. Eos only smiled more; she was really adorable.
"I'm Chuini!" She said quickly, inclining her head to display her pride. Eos laughed gently.
"Chuini, I think that name is lovely." She murmured, stepping a little closer to the dark colored dragon. "So, do you like ribbons? I notice you have one, as do I." Eos felt herself getting flustered as well, toying with the rose in her claws. "Would you like to.. ah, um, maybe you'd like to go buy some more at the marketplace with me sometime? I've been wanting some more bows for some time now, and, well, if you want..." Eos found herself growing nervous, smiling shyly at the warrior. Chuini was cute and she wanted to get to know her better.
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angelhearted
Your lovely Chuini
With my Eos
Eos had noticed the dark, armor-clad Wildclaw right when she had entered the clan. They hadn't spoken yet, but everywhere she wandered, the feathery winged Wildclaw didn't seem to be far away.
Eos had definitely taken notice of her, the intimidating wolf cape she adorned, the contrast of her armor, the silky feathers of her wings and the cute little bow that adorned her neck. She didn't scare Eos at all, she looked capable and cute.
Finally, Eos wandered over to the Wildclaw with a gentle smile, taking the rose from her mouth so she could speak.
"Hello," She said, her silky voice as soft as ever. "I am Eos, who may you be?" She tilted her head slightly.
The Wildclaw seemed fidgety for a moment, wings flapping in the air as she seemed to fumble over her words. Eos only smiled more; she was really adorable.
"I'm Chuini!" She said quickly, inclining her head to display her pride. Eos laughed gently.
"Chuini, I think that name is lovely." She murmured, stepping a little closer to the dark colored dragon. "So, do you like ribbons? I notice you have one, as do I." Eos felt herself getting flustered as well, toying with the rose in her claws. "Would you like to.. ah, um, maybe you'd like to go buy some more at the marketplace with me sometime? I've been wanting some more bows for some time now, and, well, if you want..." Eos found herself growing nervous, smiling shyly at the warrior. Chuini was cute and she wanted to get to know her better.
@SugarRose22
Your very handsome Corona
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With my very handsome Shiro
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Shiro panted as he scrambled up the mountain ledges. Why did the materials he need have to be [i]here[/i], of all places? And in such hidden areas that he had to climb instead of fly,,,well, it almost wasn't worth it. Heaving a rather relieved [b]*whuff*[/b] as he saw a vein of the stone he was after, he began to dislodge it with his claws and filled his bag. As he pocketed the last of it, he turned to appreciate the view that his rigorous climb offered. The world beneath him was so small from up here, it was truly magnificent. He wondered if perhaps it was because he had worked so hard to get here, as opposed to easily flying up, that made it all the more beautiful. [i]I think maybe I'll go around the way I [b]didn't[/b] come up, so I get to see more[/i], he thought to himself
But he was not about to spend the time trying to [i]climb[/i] back down, and so he spread his wings and leapt off the cliff face. He plummeted a bit more than he expected, having forgotten to take the stone in his pouches into account, and crashed down onto the rocks, sliding and scraping along until he regained his altitude. Taking a moment to land and readjust himself, he suddenly noticed a fiery red Pearlcatcher sitting on an outcropping overlooking the valley; his eyes were closed and his head tilted up towards the sun, as if in meditation, and his tail hung over the edge and swayed gently in the breeze. [i]Gods, he's...gorgeous...[/i] Shiro found himself thinking, surprised at his own thought. He wasn't much for being forward, but for some reason he found himself walking over to this stranger instead of continuing down the mountain.
Shiro cleared his throat as he approached, and Corona opened his eyes and turned to look at him. "Uh, hi," Shiro began, suddenly embarrassed at having disturbed him, "um, is it alright if I join you? The view here is...pretty cool, right?"
Corona looked him up and down and gave a small smile, "Yes, I'd certainly have to say it is." Shiro felt himself grow warmer, and he sat down next to the red dragon, "Um, do you...come here often?" Shiro mentally kicked himself as he asked this, knowing that it sounded like the world's most generic chat-up line, but he genuinely wanted to know, and honestly had no other idea what to say to the handsome male.
"Yes, actually," Corona continued to smile as he kept his eyes on Shiro for a moment before looking back out, "very often. I come up here sometimes just to get away from the world, and to feel the sun on my face. I used to be a miner once, living deep beneath the earth. As an Earth dragon myself, it wasn't the worst fate to befall me, but I always wanted something more than that, to be able to spend my time in the light."
"I've had some rough jobs of my own," Shiro sympathized, "I know how hard that can be. What do you do now, if I may ask?" Corona hesitated, wondering if he should tell Shiro that he was a clan leader now, a King in his homeland. "Now I spend my time in the sun, drinking in its warmth and light, doing whatever allows me to meet handsome dragons such as yourself," he entwined his tail around Shiro's for a moment. Shiro felt himself get even hotter at this, extremely flattered. He grinned awkwardly, trying to form a coherent sentence so Corona wouldn't think he was a babbling idiot, but all he could come up with was, "My name is Shiro."
"Corona," the red male replied to the black one, "it's very nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Shiro inclined his head politely, and Corona's smile widened as he rubbed a single claw over one of Shiro's, delighted to feel him reciprocate the gesture. Literal sparks flew between them for a split second as Shiro's contained excitement caused his lightning magic to zip and crackle around their points of contact.
"...We'll see about that."
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(OK, I'm really sorry that I made Corona do more of the flirting than Shiro did, it's just kinda what jumped to mind when I saw him! He strikes me as a forward kinda guy, while Shiro is considerably reserved. Hope it's not too weird!)
@
SugarRose22
Your very handsome Corona
With my very handsome Shiro
Shiro panted as he scrambled up the mountain ledges. Why did the materials he need have to be
here, of all places? And in such hidden areas that he had to climb instead of fly,,,well, it almost wasn't worth it. Heaving a rather relieved
*whuff* as he saw a vein of the stone he was after, he began to dislodge it with his claws and filled his bag. As he pocketed the last of it, he turned to appreciate the view that his rigorous climb offered. The world beneath him was so small from up here, it was truly magnificent. He wondered if perhaps it was because he had worked so hard to get here, as opposed to easily flying up, that made it all the more beautiful.
I think maybe I'll go around the way I didn't come up, so I get to see more, he thought to himself
But he was not about to spend the time trying to
climb back down, and so he spread his wings and leapt off the cliff face. He plummeted a bit more than he expected, having forgotten to take the stone in his pouches into account, and crashed down onto the rocks, sliding and scraping along until he regained his altitude. Taking a moment to land and readjust himself, he suddenly noticed a fiery red Pearlcatcher sitting on an outcropping overlooking the valley; his eyes were closed and his head tilted up towards the sun, as if in meditation, and his tail hung over the edge and swayed gently in the breeze.
Gods, he's...gorgeous... Shiro found himself thinking, surprised at his own thought. He wasn't much for being forward, but for some reason he found himself walking over to this stranger instead of continuing down the mountain.
Shiro cleared his throat as he approached, and Corona opened his eyes and turned to look at him. "Uh, hi," Shiro began, suddenly embarrassed at having disturbed him, "um, is it alright if I join you? The view here is...pretty cool, right?"
Corona looked him up and down and gave a small smile, "Yes, I'd certainly have to say it is." Shiro felt himself grow warmer, and he sat down next to the red dragon, "Um, do you...come here often?" Shiro mentally kicked himself as he asked this, knowing that it sounded like the world's most generic chat-up line, but he genuinely wanted to know, and honestly had no other idea what to say to the handsome male.
"Yes, actually," Corona continued to smile as he kept his eyes on Shiro for a moment before looking back out, "very often. I come up here sometimes just to get away from the world, and to feel the sun on my face. I used to be a miner once, living deep beneath the earth. As an Earth dragon myself, it wasn't the worst fate to befall me, but I always wanted something more than that, to be able to spend my time in the light."
"I've had some rough jobs of my own," Shiro sympathized, "I know how hard that can be. What do you do now, if I may ask?" Corona hesitated, wondering if he should tell Shiro that he was a clan leader now, a King in his homeland. "Now I spend my time in the sun, drinking in its warmth and light, doing whatever allows me to meet handsome dragons such as yourself," he entwined his tail around Shiro's for a moment. Shiro felt himself get even hotter at this, extremely flattered. He grinned awkwardly, trying to form a coherent sentence so Corona wouldn't think he was a babbling idiot, but all he could come up with was, "My name is Shiro."
"Corona," the red male replied to the black one, "it's very nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Shiro inclined his head politely, and Corona's smile widened as he rubbed a single claw over one of Shiro's, delighted to feel him reciprocate the gesture. Literal sparks flew between them for a split second as Shiro's contained excitement caused his lightning magic to zip and crackle around their points of contact.
"...We'll see about that."
(OK, I'm really sorry that I made Corona do more of the flirting than Shiro did, it's just kinda what jumped to mind when I saw him! He strikes me as a forward kinda guy, while Shiro is considerably reserved. Hope it's not too weird!)
