Username: Litha
Dragon you are entering for: Chlothar
Entry:
The deepest tunnels of the lair are cloaked in shadows and filled with cold, stale air. Dust has settled along the previously well-traveled path, clustered along the flat surfaces of loose rocks and suspended in cobwebs in narrow niches in the walls. Some dust stirred by the passage of an elongated draconic form, whirling in small cyclones in the Imperial's wake. His rich red eyes glint as he rounds a corner and sees an almost ghostly form seated in an alcove.
"Kaesa." He greets the other dragon informally, his low voice a lazy drawl. He pads towards her, halting a few steps out. A curious tilt to his head, he queries, "You summoned me?"
The Skydancer's beauty matches her mother's, though her countenance bears a more deadly elegance than the confident grace of Luma. The red silks she wears glimmer faintly in the dim light cast by a glowing orb perched on a stone pedestal to her left.
"Yes, Chlothar." She answers shortly, the colorful feathers on her tailtip flashing in the light as she flicks it. "Not for the reason I'm sure you're thinking, I'm afraid."
He bares his teeth briefly in a wolfish grin.
"Not that you would presume to know what I'm thinking."
"Of course not." She answers smoothly, rising to all fours. She paces to the pedestal, brushing the trailing edge of her wing over it. The colors shift from a pale blue to a richer red, and Kaesa angles her jaw up, looking pointedly at the far wall. Chlothar tracks the direction of her gaze and watching shadows flicker across the wall. It takes him a moment to realize they're draconic shapes, acting... something out.
"I'm not much one for theatre."
"Just watch." Kaesa insists, parting her jaws and breathing silver frost over the orb. The shadows playing across the wall shift as the frost melts.
"If you wanted to spend quality time with me, you could've--"
"Shut up, and watch." The Skydancer snaps, her thin patience spent. Chlothar is unbothered; he's used to her temper, though he usually doesn't feel compelled to follow her demands.
After a few moments of watching, though, he does. The shapes repeat the same scene over and over, like a broken record, but it eventually does occur to him what's happening. A warm-tinted shadow, with the telltale antennae and feathered tail of a Skydancer, is featured. A piece of light pierces the shadow at her neck, indicating the jewelry Luma is never seen without. A similar figure, but of the darkest shadows with glimmers of red, sweeps a wing forward. The scene is swept with shadow, and the singular spot of light dims, flickers, then dies.
"... I'm not getting it." Chlothar says after a long moment. "Your mother's doomed?"
Kaesa snorts.
"No. This is where the current path leads. This is Hex's Sightcrystal, which I.... borrowed. If we don't act, my mother is doomed, yes. Noctisse will take over, as we always expected, and if that happens, where do you think I'll be?"
The Imperial eyes her, nostrils flaring slightly. "Buried in rubble, I imagine."
"You're a genius. Yes, dead. Noctisse thinks she can hide her nature by staying quiet, but I know more than she thinks. My mother has to stay in power."
"So you can overthrow her?"
"Of course not. So she can watch everything fall to pieces and hand off leadership to me. The question is, would you prefer to be with me or against me when that happens?"
The dark dragon considers his options for a moment, under Kaesa's expectant gaze. There's no urgency to the thought process; he's always been calculating. One thing bothers him, though.
"And you plan to wait until things get bad and she simply decides to hand it off?" He thinks he knows the answer to this, and the edges of his mouth curl up at her reply.
"I assume we can find a way to... nudge her in the right direction. Bad luck can be manufactured."
A raspy laugh escapes the Imperial. "Then you can count me as an ally. On one condition."
She's dissatisfied at that offer, eyes narrowing, and foreclaws digging against the rock underfoot. "And what, pray tell, is that condition?"
"Behind every great queen is a subpar king."
Kaesa stares at him a long moment, then lets out a chiming laugh. "Fair enough. Just don't cross me, or mistake this for anything past an alliance."
Chlothar seems satisfied with that answer, though his mind is already at work.
"You'll learn to love me."
"Doubtful."
"If you just--"
"Don't test your luck, Child of the Impossible." He's given a warning look.
"Ah, full title and everything? I suppose I should take it very seriously."
Chlothar's amusement is apparent at the roll of Kaesa's eyes.
"You don't take anything seriously."
"Which is why you love me."
"I swear to the Earthshaker, I will..."
Her fervent, irritated, and somewhat graphic answer fades to echoes as the pair walks deeply into the cavern depths. For a moment, all is silent. Then, the movement of an oilslick-covered shape, the faintest of purple hues visible in the dimmed light. Its wide eyes flick between the disappearing pair and to the orb before it crawls back down the tunnel, leaving a trail of inky muck behind it.
It's hardly a discrete exit, but that isn't the important part. What is important is its journey forthwith. It makes a series of turns, the cloying smell of rot clouding the cold air as it ventures deeper and further down in the catacomb of tunnels. Finally, it reaches the edge of what seems to be a pool of ink. A shape bulges out and forms from the depth of the pool, dark liquid crawling out in spindles to form horns and the rough outline of a draconic head.
The voice is colder than the air surrounding it, oily liquid spilling from the dragon's jaws at it speaks to the much smaller critter.
"What have you for me now, little one?"
Submitting this for Chlothar! I've got a good portion of lore mapped out for my lair, and I'm starting to flesh out and add to everyone's bios and roles in it. My syzygy lair tab is mostly completed if yall are curious. I'm planning on writing more but wanted to get this in the thread before time got away from me.
Aive is holding Chlothar's potential bio right now.
Kaesa will be his greatest ally.
And Kraken his greatest enemy.
I've framed his personality as a brash, devil-may-care type, who's ambitious in his own way; Kaesa's own desire for power intertwines with his desire for entertainment, and he rather likes the idea of being at the top, even if Kaesa is calling the shots. Kraken's entire existence is built around chaos, and at the end of the posted scene, he discovers their plan. Whether or not he tries to ruin it for fun is to be seen!
Here's my plan for outfit/genes.
Hopefully all this is ok and suffices, and thank you for the opportunity! I've been looking for a unique Imp to add to my primarily G1 lair (cause we all know a G1 Imp ain't happening!) and he seems perfect. <3
Dragon you are entering for: Chlothar
Entry:
The deepest tunnels of the lair are cloaked in shadows and filled with cold, stale air. Dust has settled along the previously well-traveled path, clustered along the flat surfaces of loose rocks and suspended in cobwebs in narrow niches in the walls. Some dust stirred by the passage of an elongated draconic form, whirling in small cyclones in the Imperial's wake. His rich red eyes glint as he rounds a corner and sees an almost ghostly form seated in an alcove.
"Kaesa." He greets the other dragon informally, his low voice a lazy drawl. He pads towards her, halting a few steps out. A curious tilt to his head, he queries, "You summoned me?"
The Skydancer's beauty matches her mother's, though her countenance bears a more deadly elegance than the confident grace of Luma. The red silks she wears glimmer faintly in the dim light cast by a glowing orb perched on a stone pedestal to her left.
"Yes, Chlothar." She answers shortly, the colorful feathers on her tailtip flashing in the light as she flicks it. "Not for the reason I'm sure you're thinking, I'm afraid."
He bares his teeth briefly in a wolfish grin.
"Not that you would presume to know what I'm thinking."
"Of course not." She answers smoothly, rising to all fours. She paces to the pedestal, brushing the trailing edge of her wing over it. The colors shift from a pale blue to a richer red, and Kaesa angles her jaw up, looking pointedly at the far wall. Chlothar tracks the direction of her gaze and watching shadows flicker across the wall. It takes him a moment to realize they're draconic shapes, acting... something out.
"I'm not much one for theatre."
"Just watch." Kaesa insists, parting her jaws and breathing silver frost over the orb. The shadows playing across the wall shift as the frost melts.
"If you wanted to spend quality time with me, you could've--"
"Shut up, and watch." The Skydancer snaps, her thin patience spent. Chlothar is unbothered; he's used to her temper, though he usually doesn't feel compelled to follow her demands.
After a few moments of watching, though, he does. The shapes repeat the same scene over and over, like a broken record, but it eventually does occur to him what's happening. A warm-tinted shadow, with the telltale antennae and feathered tail of a Skydancer, is featured. A piece of light pierces the shadow at her neck, indicating the jewelry Luma is never seen without. A similar figure, but of the darkest shadows with glimmers of red, sweeps a wing forward. The scene is swept with shadow, and the singular spot of light dims, flickers, then dies.
"... I'm not getting it." Chlothar says after a long moment. "Your mother's doomed?"
Kaesa snorts.
"No. This is where the current path leads. This is Hex's Sightcrystal, which I.... borrowed. If we don't act, my mother is doomed, yes. Noctisse will take over, as we always expected, and if that happens, where do you think I'll be?"
The Imperial eyes her, nostrils flaring slightly. "Buried in rubble, I imagine."
"You're a genius. Yes, dead. Noctisse thinks she can hide her nature by staying quiet, but I know more than she thinks. My mother has to stay in power."
"So you can overthrow her?"
"Of course not. So she can watch everything fall to pieces and hand off leadership to me. The question is, would you prefer to be with me or against me when that happens?"
The dark dragon considers his options for a moment, under Kaesa's expectant gaze. There's no urgency to the thought process; he's always been calculating. One thing bothers him, though.
"And you plan to wait until things get bad and she simply decides to hand it off?" He thinks he knows the answer to this, and the edges of his mouth curl up at her reply.
"I assume we can find a way to... nudge her in the right direction. Bad luck can be manufactured."
A raspy laugh escapes the Imperial. "Then you can count me as an ally. On one condition."
She's dissatisfied at that offer, eyes narrowing, and foreclaws digging against the rock underfoot. "And what, pray tell, is that condition?"
"Behind every great queen is a subpar king."
Kaesa stares at him a long moment, then lets out a chiming laugh. "Fair enough. Just don't cross me, or mistake this for anything past an alliance."
Chlothar seems satisfied with that answer, though his mind is already at work.
"You'll learn to love me."
"Doubtful."
"If you just--"
"Don't test your luck, Child of the Impossible." He's given a warning look.
"Ah, full title and everything? I suppose I should take it very seriously."
Chlothar's amusement is apparent at the roll of Kaesa's eyes.
"You don't take anything seriously."
"Which is why you love me."
"I swear to the Earthshaker, I will..."
Her fervent, irritated, and somewhat graphic answer fades to echoes as the pair walks deeply into the cavern depths. For a moment, all is silent. Then, the movement of an oilslick-covered shape, the faintest of purple hues visible in the dimmed light. Its wide eyes flick between the disappearing pair and to the orb before it crawls back down the tunnel, leaving a trail of inky muck behind it.
It's hardly a discrete exit, but that isn't the important part. What is important is its journey forthwith. It makes a series of turns, the cloying smell of rot clouding the cold air as it ventures deeper and further down in the catacomb of tunnels. Finally, it reaches the edge of what seems to be a pool of ink. A shape bulges out and forms from the depth of the pool, dark liquid crawling out in spindles to form horns and the rough outline of a draconic head.
The voice is colder than the air surrounding it, oily liquid spilling from the dragon's jaws at it speaks to the much smaller critter.
"What have you for me now, little one?"
Submitting this for Chlothar! I've got a good portion of lore mapped out for my lair, and I'm starting to flesh out and add to everyone's bios and roles in it. My syzygy lair tab is mostly completed if yall are curious. I'm planning on writing more but wanted to get this in the thread before time got away from me.
Aive is holding Chlothar's potential bio right now.
Kaesa will be his greatest ally.
And Kraken his greatest enemy.
I've framed his personality as a brash, devil-may-care type, who's ambitious in his own way; Kaesa's own desire for power intertwines with his desire for entertainment, and he rather likes the idea of being at the top, even if Kaesa is calling the shots. Kraken's entire existence is built around chaos, and at the end of the posted scene, he discovers their plan. Whether or not he tries to ruin it for fun is to be seen!
Chlothar idea
Here's my plan for outfit/genes.
Hopefully all this is ok and suffices, and thank you for the opportunity! I've been looking for a unique Imp to add to my primarily G1 lair (cause we all know a G1 Imp ain't happening!) and he seems perfect. <3