Roleplay

((I am obsessed with disney and harry potter and ms peregrine's home for peculiar children and stuff like that.
I want to work on the lore for Caerwyn and the dangers she faces every day trying to seal potential dangerous enemies, keeping her children in her home safe, and the depression and insanity she faces each day because its all weighing on her mind, but she refuses any sort of help because all she wants to do is help. She is extremely persistent, and although she is a powerful mage, she is actually quite weak because of her mental state.))
((Thus, I want this to be a sort of bonding and friendship story, but also has alot of deep meanings and lore. The goal I wanted to... and I REALLY thought about this... is that reformation is possible for anyone, because anyone has a good side of them that needs to be brought out, and the only reason they're evil is because they are lost and don't know what to do))
((If that makes sense... :/))
@Averat

@CaucasionOvch

(because why not)

While Fenrir played, Empress screamed at him to stop.

@Averat ((:)))
Caerwyn continued playing with the wolf. He was a funny one for sure. But she couldn't stop thinking about that hatchling.
Who was she?
She needed to ask as soon as she... well, IF she gained this wolf's trust... or the hatchling's trust.
Or both.

@CaucasionOvch
Finally, the wolf changed back into the hatchling.
"Fenrir, you are never allowed to take over my mind again," she muttered.

@Averat
"Fenrir? That was the wolves name, hmm?" Caerwyn asked.
The two tundras carefully stepped out of the shadows, still keeping their distance away from the hatchling.
"Oh. These two were the ones who were yelling and screaming at each other like immature BRATS."
The two tundras ducked their heads in shame. They knew that made the normally patient Caerwyn reach her limit.
"This is Montolio. He has extreme power over the shadows and water. And the red one, Edana, has control over light and fire."
One could see that both Edana and Montolio had the runes gene, and their colors were extremely contradictory: almost all their colors were opposites, and Montolio had a facet coat while Edana had facet wings. except for the eyes, which Montolio had shadow eyes and Edana had fire eyes. But then you realized that, strangely enough, that made them EVEN more opposites because Montolio had shadow eyes out of his two powers, and Edana had fire eyes out of her two powers.
SO:
fire/light (fire eyes)
water/shadow(shadow eyes)

"These two were found together as hatchlings. Their parents couldn't be found, so I took them in." Caerwyn said. "WELL, they should be thankful and be respectful instead of FIGHTING constantly!"
"Sorry, mom..." Montolio said shamefully.
Edana nodded in agreement with Montolio.
"You better be." Caerwyn groaned and sighed dramatically.
"Well, that's those two."

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"Something happened to do something to my mi- " Empress stopped as if she were suddenly kicked by someone. At least, that's what it felt like to her.

Night looked out from the bushes. When would he get food?

"To your mind? What would that be, sweetheart?" Caerwyn asked.
Montolio's head then went into a thousand directions, knowing that the hatchie was most likely possessed.
He started to sweat because of anxiety.
"Oh my god." Edana whispered under her breath. She had ADHD, but Montolio having PDNOS (Asperger's syndrome, a high functioning form of autism) caused him greater anxiety than most other dragons.
@averat

@CaucasionOvch
(I actually have asperger's, such a coincidence :P)

"It's not letting me say it. Absence of a dragon's M-A-G-I-C." (She's trying to be good. Fight the shade! Set Fenrir free! Make him steal your eye!)

((OH GAWD ME TOO))
@Averat
"The shade?" Caerwyn gasped. The shade could steal magic from dragons. This hatchling was shade touched?
"Poor thing..." Caerwyn murmered sadly.
Montolio began fiddling with some rocks he found on the ground.
Edana lay on the ground, sighing softly out of boredom.

@CaucasionOvch
You did that?

The voice in Empress's mind was sharp and cruel, like an ancient sword if swords could talk. She scratched behind her ear using her back leg.