Roleplay

[center]@WanderingDreamer here's the topic!!![/center] [center][b]Setting[/b] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/layout/lair_icons/58.png[/img] [b]Churnscar Wharf[/b] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2519702/1#post_35151808][img]https://i.imgur.com/tddqFCU.png[/img][/url][nextcol][i]Nestled on a previously submerged tropical peninsula, this bustling harbor now acts as a vital shipping port and go-between for seafaring dragons of every stripe. Seeking to repair and revitalize what was lost during the destruction wrought by an elemental maelstrom, water dragons use this centralized location to provide invaluable services to a growing realm.[/i] - Flight Rising Map[/columns] [b]Characters[/b] (Will be updated as more characters appear) [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78293265][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/782933/78293265_350.png[/img][/url][nextcol][b]Ebovu[/b] [i]An Imperial from the banished clan, alone, and unwelcomed in most territories. On a quest to gather resources for her clan, alone, as she is one of the most stealthy, however, she is unsure if she will suceed.[/i] [/columns] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/35859776][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/358598/35859776_350.png[/img][/url][nextcol][b]Narchari[/b] [i]A Coatl that hails from the Shadowed lands, who joined up with the Lightbringer as a young hatchling after being cast from his family.[/i][/columns] [b]Familiars[/b] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/1930.png[/img][nextcol][b]Bauble[/b] [i]Narchari's beloved familiar, and one who accompanies him everywhere. Does not have the ability of speech.[/i][nextcol][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/31009.png[/img][nextcol][b]Atom[/b] [i]Ebovu's beloved familiar. Able to speak short sentences, and can speak to Ebovu through his mind.[/i][/columns] [b]Minor or Mentioned Characters[/b] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/200802/20080116.png[/img][nextcol][b]Espoir[/b] [i]The leader of Narchari's clan.[/i][nextcol][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/91462/9146106.png[/img][nextcol][b]Lemarais[/b] [i]The one who brought Narchari into the Sunbeam Ruins.[/i][/columns] [b]All images credits on this topic are linked in the image.[/b][/center]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2519702/1#post_35151820][img]https://i.imgur.com/sypTiQj.png[/img][/url] Ebovu had been flying for a long time. It was a long way from where her clan hailed; the icy tundra of the Icewarden's territory. However, her journey was a much needed one. She had to go. She had to leave the territory, for they needed supplies that were outside of the Icewarden's reach, outside of their reach. Oh, she ached to go back to the stormy lands of her past, the beautiful lands spreading far and wide. However, even if she wanted to, she was unable to. For even if she could, she would be rejected and sent back to where she was now. She didn't mind this; her new home was quite beautiful and she absolutely loved it, she just yearned for the home that had been her's for most of her childhood. Although there were some ups about living in the Icewarden's home. For example, the hatchlings seemed to love the snow. Oh, she yearned to go back and see her hatchlings again. She had to leave them when she left, and even if she never loved him, she missed her dear old mate. She knew, however, that he had moved on, and now lived in another clan, just like herself, away from their hatchlings. Her heart ached for what could've been, however, it was a loveless relationship, and she knew that even if she could see him again, she did not want to. To see him again meant that she would be taking away from both their progress. Feeling the wind pick up underneath her wings, she glanced down, breathing a sigh of relief when she smelt the salty breeze of the Tidelord's domain. Her quest was to finish here, where she would need to find certain salts and sea slugs. One of the hatchlings in their territory, poor Taffy, was slowly being weaned onto better food than the slugs she preferred eating, however, buying sea slugs was a costly task in a half. So, Ebovu was here. Bringing herself down, she spread her wings to catch the air, bringing herself down to the floor with a loud thump, stretching out her legs after being stuck in a flying position. Her legs were smaller than some, and to make up for that, she was quite a long dragon. May be as it will, she was also an amazing swimmer. Shaking herself in preparation, she carefully removed the pack from her side, placing it on the sand beside her, snuffling around until she found the rock pools Taffy had described in her tales of home. Granted, Taffy was from Lightbringer's territory, but even they had an ocean. Shaking out her mane, Ebovu dived herself into the water, salt stinging her eyes.[/center]

Narchari had always loved soaring high above the clouds. Even as a young dragon, just barely molting his hatchling feathers, he enjoyed the solitude. It was unusual for his breed, being as social as they were, but being cast out of his clutch at an early age had certainly had an effect on his... tolerance for being around other dragons for very long. He was a loner, that was to be certain - preferred the comfortable solitude of his quiet den.

At least, that's what he was accustomed to.

It was easier that way.

The weekend had finally rolled around - and with it came sweet freedom. He'd been badgering the Clan Mother for permission to fly to the Tidelord's Domain - there had been rumor of shored-up shipwrecks full of glittering treasure, a marketplace that sold baubles and supplies and one-of-a-kind artifacts... it'd been weeks after week of begging for permission. Eventually, she had relented on the condition he would bring back some catch from the roiling waves of the Water Flight's domain. There were four nests of eggs, and each needed a stockpile of food - Hatchlings were a voracious sort, after all.

It was with great speed and delight Narchari took off into the sun-drenched sky, soaring through clouds at great speed. The whistling wind hardly hurt his eyes, thanks to his goggles, and the sound itself was pleasant company. His Shellion - the only true close companion he'd had since arriving in his new clan - was tucked securely against his chest - swaddled like a babe and hidden away in his shell to avoid hearing the rushing howl of the passing wind.

The Coatl touched down with a charming clumsiness, his feet splaying out in the warm white sand. Though the sun was bright overhead, the cool breeze that the tide carried in with it was plenty pleasant enough to keep him cool, even with his dark plumage.

Rumor had it there were large, sharp rocks near the tidepools. That was where the ships would be wrecked, more than likely... but that meant he had to find them first.

Narchari tread lightly, glancing around for a collection of dark rocks. As his search and walk carried on, he felt himself growing more and more discouraged, more and more cranky. The sand was hard to walk on - not to mention getting into his feathers, making him incredibly itchy and irritable. Maybe there was no treasure after all. Maybe they had just told him that so they could laugh when he came back with nothing, having been sent on a wild goose chase.

He was just about to give up hope when his foot landed on something that wasn't sand. It was a wonder how it had escaped his vision before, but as he looked down, his eyes widened behind the chunky protective goggles - it was a bag! A nice leather one! Immediately he scrambled to tug it open, shoving his face inside.

Some small part of him hoped there was a bottle within that carried a map that led to buried treasure.

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2519702/1#post_35151820][img]https://i.imgur.com/a2RPU4c.png[/img][/url] Atom liked the bag. He often had trouble keeping up with his friend, and believed that he was safe and comfortable in the bag. He shivered, feeling the bag being placed down, his eyes opening a bit from his nap, however, a quick mental touch told him that Ebovu would be back and he was safe. So, he closed his eyes once again. He remembered when he met the large dragon. He had been with the clan for years, originally standing beside a dragon that has since moved on, earned during the Thundercrack Carnivale a few years ago when Copper had won a race between himself and another dragon. He didn't partially feel connected to anyone, in fact, he was closer to Ebovu than any other dragon he had met. To date. And he'd like to keep it that way. Changing his grasp on his gem, his eyes closed once again, trying to go back to sleep. He liked sleep; he was almost always hyperactive during storms, so he spent most of the rest of the time asleep. Suddenly, a foot landed on the bag, crushing the side that he luckily wasn't on. Before he could do anything, he was surprised when the face of a Coatl stared him in the eye. They met eye contact, before Atom growled, sparking and causing electricity to run through the Coatl's body. It wasn't deadly, just a rather, well shock, but it was enough to get the Coatl to drop the bag. "Who you! Why here? Where Ebovu?!" He growled, floating up infront of the Coatl, making the smoke around him bigger as he tried to intimidate him. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2519702/1#post_35151820][img]https://i.imgur.com/rBqbn5g.png[/img][/url] Swimming was so different than flying. It took a lot more effort to stay floating in the air than it did in the water. Ebovu was lucky, that she had the ability to eat any food that was put in front of her, meaning she was quite useful hunting and gathering. One of her strongest points, however, was fishing. Since there was so many Coatl's in the clan, one of Ebovu's tasks was to fish. And so she did. Slithering her way through the water, she used her third eyelid, quite like a crocodile, to be able to see in the salty water. It still stung; she was more of a freshwater swimmer than a saltwater, however, she continued. There was no point stopping when she had to get these silly slugs. Finding a reef, Ebovu's mind felt a light touch from her beloved familiar. She sent back positive feelings, feeling him slowly fall asleep once again. Reaching out, she found herself in the middle of the reef, and in front of her, was sea slugs. Her least favourite food. But alas, the small hatchling wanted one, and who was she to say no to the youngster. She didn't want to; the poor dragon had enough on her plate by the fact she should be an adult by now, according to Cypher and Kurai. So, Ebovu was willing to get the food for the youngling, as long as the poor thing needed it, due to that fact. In a nicer world, she would've taken Taffy under her wing. However, she was not ready to raise more hatchlings, and was worried, so she stepped back, and allowed Shyanne and Toia to. It pained her, but she knew it was for the best. Finally picking up the sea slugs, she slowly made her way to the surface, about to take a breath to dive down again, before she felt a massive wave of fear and confusion come from her dear familiar. She shook herself, turning, to find a Coatl standing above the familiar, who was bringing his smoke around to protect himself. "Stay away from him!" She yelled, however, she knew she could not do much, especially from this far away.[/center]

Before he'd realized what had happened, Narchari had been shocked and staggered in a manner of moments. The zap was hardly deadly - but it was certainly enough to stun and startle. The noise he made was a distressing one, to say the least - enough for Bauble, his Shellion, to awaken from his slumber.

(The thick keratin shell he had was decidedly enough to insulate him from a shock of the caliber that Atom had just given his guide.)

As his curious head poked out of his dark shell, Narchari stumbled and swayed on the sand. His vision swam and doubled - he could have sworn he'd heard a female voice calling to him, perhaps begging or pleading with him. For what, he couldn't say. It was so hard to process when most of what he could hear at the moment was a warbly ringing.

He felt his feet once again sliding and slipping on the warm beach sand. Narchari was exceptionally disoriented after that hearty shock - which is how he most likely ended up on his back. His crest was no longer smooth the way he liked it; the feathers were askew and stuck up at various angles. Some of the tips were lightly singed, smoke rising from them. He was already dealing with sand in his coat, but now it had made its home in his rich, dark green plumage. It'd take ages to groom that out...!

Narchari stared up at the sky. He blinked weakly as he watched the doubles of clouds slowly bleed back into eachother - uniting and becoming whole again.

His chest heaved with each breath. This was far too much excitement for what was supposed to be a solitary beach combing experience. Espoir was right - he should have had one of the other dragons come with him. It was safer to stay in pairs, most certainly when he didn't know how dangerous this dragon (or their familiar) was.

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2519702/1#post_35151820][img]https://i.imgur.com/PoQqEIw.png[/img][/url] Ebovu threw herself through the water when it finally occurred to her that the Coatl wasn't moving, well, he was, but that was to fall on his back. Normally, she would be concerned, but the fact that he had fallen wasn't one she was concerned about. The reason he had fallen was. Atom had zapped him. Which meant he was a threat - whether he just startled the poor familiar, or he actually hurt him, she was unsure. But al she knew is that she had to get to her friend, and fast. Atom could defend himself from most things, however, he could only do so much, and he was still so young. Throwing herself onto the land, she launched herself so she was standing behind Atom, who almost immediately flew back, hiding himself beneath her wings to stay safe. She puffed up her fur ready to growl. She would protect her familiar with her life, and wasn't letting anyone try and steal him from her. The Coatl had fallen back, his feathers sticking up like Lanturn's did on a bad thunderstorm. However, unlike Lanturn, the feathers were blackened and full of sand, which Lanturn would absolutely hate. She almost felt bad for the Coatl; Coatls were known for their grooming, and he would probably have hours of grooming ahead of him, if he survived this encounter. "Who are you and what did you do to my familiar?"[/center]

"[font=Symbol]Please don't hurt me![/font]" Narchari spoke instinctually, curling up in on himself. It was not in Common, but in fact the musical tones that Coatls knew best. His body trembled - this dragon was bigger than him, more intimidating. He still lay on the sand, but now from beneath the swaddle poked a second head - the furry ruff and grumpy expression of a Shellion that had been clearly woken from a nap of his own. His trembling feathers brushed the sand beneath him, one wing covering his head, the other trapped underneath him. When he spoke next, it was in Common that carried a soft lilt to it. "I'm... I'm very sorry," he stammered, trying to right himself, but keep low so as not to appear hostile. "I was out looking for... for food, and for things to... [font=Symbol]use in my crafting[/font], for making." His goggles were askew as he remained low to the ground, belly facing the sand, wings outstretched. To anyone who was looking on, it could almost be considered a bow. "I do not want to hurt you. Or your friend. I found the bag.... he was inside." Again, he bowed his head low. Here was a brightly and beautifully colored female Imperial, furious with him - a dully plumed Coatl, covered in sand and singe marks. There was clear hierarchy in this situation. He carefully pulled a smooth stone from his bag, and set it gingerly down on the sand between the two of them. "A gift. An apology. Please, take it. I insist." [center][item=Perfect Skipping stone][/center]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2519702/1#post_35151820][img]https://i.imgur.com/Q1tEj90.png[/img][/url] The Imperial's eyes widened, her wings flattening towards her back, as she moved slightly back, scanning the Coatl. Had it truly been a mistake? She was unsure, for she had been told stories from members of her clan of manipulative dragons. Their clan had the remnants of the dragon's lies, and many spoke of them with distain. However, as she studied the Coatl, she saw no tells of him lying to her. In fact, he had given her something she knew he was most likely planning on using for his crafts. Crafts. It was extremely rare for a dragon to be interested in crafts in her own clan. Magnet was one such dragon, and even he didn't like the fragile nature of anything but weapons, buildings and armour. He hated making random trinkets, and would often refuse commissions for jewellery even with its importance in their clan. So, this Coatl offering something he was most likely going to use in his crafts confused her, so, she moved her front foot, and pushed it back to him, across the sand. "Do not apologise. It was my... our mistake. I can see now this was a misunderstanding. I am very sorry. I shouldn't have left my bag in the middle of no where. Even if I thought that there were no dragons here. Although, I am not apologising for Atom. He was scared and did the thing he thought would protect him. I do hope you do not take offence." She paused, looking at the Coatl, feeling the aura of his element in the air. "It is not often I see one of the shadows in the Tidelord's domain. Although, it makes sense to fish here... your kind only eat Seafood." Shaking her head, she paused. "I am very sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ebovu, of the Banished Clan." She paused, ready for the reaction of the other to be dismissive, or worse, agressive.[/center]

Narchari shook his head intensely. "If you will not accept it, please give it to... your electric friend." He pushed the stone back towards the Imperial dragon, allowing himself to stand a little taller and not force himself so low to the now itchy and uncomfortably warm ground. His wings fluttered, shaking some of the sand clear of his feathers. Everything [i]seemed[/i] to be on the up and up... until she mentioned the natural aura of his home domain - the Tangled Wood. It had been many years since he'd seen the place up close - deigning even to fly around, and never over it, should his travels in Sornieth take him to the other domains. "The Shadows are... not my home," he said quietly. The Coatl's voice was full of barely disguised raw pain - he'd only been a few days old before being nudged out of his nest by his father. His other siblings were brightly colored with brilliant plumage to speak of. He was muted, not very colorful, only had a dull and dark green set of wings to speak of. He resembled his mother most in coloring - but Coatl had their own opinions of what barely colorful hatchlings meant for the fortune of their clutches. He was bad fortune. A lost hatchling, stumbling in the woods, collected by a Nocturne who had been patrolling the borders - a Nocturne with the same colored eyes as Ebovu, as she'd now introduced herself. She'd collected him, taken him home to a den in the Sunbeam Ruins, and plopped him in front of a scarred dragon with four golden eyes, and a mostly furless biped with only a long red mane atop her head. After some sniffing and conversing in a language he had not understood, the biped had scooped him up into its arms, gently shushing his distressed trills and cries. It was then he was deposited in a safe, warm nest, watched over by the adults of the clan. Nobody shunned him - the hatchlings he grew up with were a mixed bag of colors and species, and just as eager to play with him as their other clutchmates. The adults fed him just as much seafood, if not more, knowing the woods to be a poor place to catch the amount of food a hatchling needed to grow up strong - especially for a coatl who required a very specialized diet. For all they knew, he was just another friend to make. He had been given food, shelter, even provided corrective eyewear when it had become clear that his sight wasn't as good as the others. Still, the memory of that day was almost... too painful to bear. He never wanted to remember what it was like to have that gnawing hunger deep in his bones... ever again. Narchari blinked, realized he was staring off into space, and lowered his head again. "I... was thinking. My apologies. I am Narchari, of the Sunbeam Ruins. It is... nice to meet you, Ebovu." ------------ [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9146106][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/91462/9146106p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20080116][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/200802/20080116p.png[/img][/url][/center]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2519702/1#post_35151820][img]https://i.imgur.com/hdCdP3M.png[/img][/url] Almost immediately after bringing up where the Coatl came from, Ebovu realised it probably wasn't the best idea. She had been told by Wolfrem that a lot of darker plumaged Coatl's were kicked out of nests at a young age because they were believed to be cursed. Or so he said. He said that it depended on where the Coatl came from. Ebovu knew that the only reason Wolfrem survived was because his parents were dark Coatl's as well, and he was given to their clan as a ambassador for another clan. Ebovu shouldn't have brought up the Coatl's upbringing, especially since he seemed to stare off into space, before introducing himself. Narchari. That was a nice name. Ebovu didn't know what it meant, but she thought it suited the Coatl before her. "Do not apologise. I brought up bad memories. I am sorry. It is nice to meet you, Narchari." Turning towards where her familiar was still hiding behind her, she nudged the rock towards him, before speaking. "What do you say, Atom?" The small familiar flew forwards, grasping the shiny rock and holding it up, before burrowing his way into her bag and placing it inside, where his gem lies. He flew up towards Narchari, tapping him on the nose. "Thank you! Sorry for zap! You nice!"[/center]