Prowling the stinky passage, Aedifex had finally found the source of the strange noise. In front of him, stood a metal alloy door. Behind it, the guardian could hear the eerie singing echoing from within. The music would suddenly stop and the noise inside would begin to mumble something incoherently.
With a shuddering sigh, Aedifex hesitatated. Was he really prepared to face a ghost? He had always heard scary stories of sailors being haunted and killed on ships.
But those couldn’t possibly be true. If the victims had been decapitated, they weren’t even around to tell their story! That meant it was all made up... right?
By the Gods, Aedifex despised magic and the unnatural with every ounce of his being. Why couldn’t things just be straightforward and simple?
Shaking away the unsettling thoughts, he prepared himself mentally. Before Aedifex could change his mind, the guardian would quickly turn the knob and swing open the door. Inhaling a deep breath, he stepped into the dark abyss.
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Iblees was just sitting in her cell as usual. She rather particularly liked her enclosure. The hard floor was comforting and the iron bars would remind her of home. Sure it was dull, but she could find her own way in brightening the place up.
Iblees sung a lullaby as she dragged her talon across the metal walls. She had learned the tune from... Iblees would pause her activity and realize that she actually didn’t quite remember where she had gotten it from. Shrugging the concern carelessly away, the nucturne returned to her doings.
Tilting her head, she would step back to observe her masterpiece. With a satisfied giggle, she clapped her hands together,” It’s perrrrrfect!”
In front of her was the remains of her morning breakfast; grits and fish. Plastered on the walls, the food was now transformed into some sort of abstract art. The grits was splattered widely across the surface and acted like glue to hold the seafood.
Beady eyes of a disgraced fish would look back at Iblees unapprovingly.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Iblees would hiss at the dead creature,” You know I don’t like fish!” Crossing her arms, the nocturne would stick her tounge out at the thing,” A fair maiden like me deserves better- I’m a princess and I want a feast! With all sorts of food.”
Frowning the captive dragon would evaluate her cell. Lifting a hand to a her forehead she would dramatically sigh in dispair,” Oh but, I cannot leave! As a princess, I must wait in this tower for my prince to come rescue me!”
Scurrying over to the fish, Iblees would pluck it off the wall and hold its derpy face in between her hands,” Oh Mr. Fish, you understand, don’t you? I’m trapped in here by that bloody beast! When my heroic prince comes- he’ll slay that monster and free me!”
The fish would stare back at Iblees expectantly, waiting for more.
The nocturne would smile, pleased her audience wanted an encore,” And afterwards... I’ll marry him and we’ll have a glorious wedding! Everything will be shiny and I will be the shiniest! Then, I’ll be a queen! And then I can eat whatever I want!”
Mr. Fish would frown. The story had a predictable ending; 5/10.
Angerily, the nocturne would shove the fish into her mouth,” Die! Mr. Fish!”
While crunching on its brittle bones, a sudden sound interrupted Iblees’ dreamy thoughts. Whirling her head towards the door, she would see a tall, muscular guardian step through it.
A tiny gasp escaped the nocturne’s lips when she saw the dragon,” My prince!”
Prowling the stinky passage, Aedifex had finally found the source of the strange noise. In front of him, stood a metal alloy door. Behind it, the guardian could hear the eerie singing echoing from within. The music would suddenly stop and the noise inside would begin to mumble something incoherently.
With a shuddering sigh, Aedifex hesitatated. Was he really prepared to face a ghost? He had always heard scary stories of sailors being haunted and killed on ships.
But those couldn’t possibly be true. If the victims had been decapitated, they weren’t even around to tell their story! That meant it was all made up... right?
By the Gods, Aedifex despised magic and the unnatural with every ounce of his being. Why couldn’t things just be straightforward and simple?
Shaking away the unsettling thoughts, he prepared himself mentally. Before Aedifex could change his mind, the guardian would quickly turn the knob and swing open the door. Inhaling a deep breath, he stepped into the dark abyss.
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Iblees was just sitting in her cell as usual. She rather particularly liked her enclosure. The hard floor was comforting and the iron bars would remind her of home. Sure it was dull, but she could find her own way in brightening the place up.
Iblees sung a lullaby as she dragged her talon across the metal walls. She had learned the tune from... Iblees would pause her activity and realize that she actually didn’t quite remember where she had gotten it from. Shrugging the concern carelessly away, the nucturne returned to her doings.
Tilting her head, she would step back to observe her masterpiece. With a satisfied giggle, she clapped her hands together,” It’s perrrrrfect!”
In front of her was the remains of her morning breakfast; grits and fish. Plastered on the walls, the food was now transformed into some sort of abstract art. The grits was splattered widely across the surface and acted like glue to hold the seafood.
Beady eyes of a disgraced fish would look back at Iblees unapprovingly.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Iblees would hiss at the dead creature,” You know I don’t like fish!” Crossing her arms, the nocturne would stick her tounge out at the thing,” A fair maiden like me deserves better- I’m a princess and I want a feast! With all sorts of food.”
Frowning the captive dragon would evaluate her cell. Lifting a hand to a her forehead she would dramatically sigh in dispair,” Oh but, I cannot leave! As a princess, I must wait in this tower for my prince to come rescue me!”
Scurrying over to the fish, Iblees would pluck it off the wall and hold its derpy face in between her hands,” Oh Mr. Fish, you understand, don’t you? I’m trapped in here by that bloody beast! When my heroic prince comes- he’ll slay that monster and free me!”
The fish would stare back at Iblees expectantly, waiting for more.
The nocturne would smile, pleased her audience wanted an encore,” And afterwards... I’ll marry him and we’ll have a glorious wedding! Everything will be shiny and I will be the shiniest! Then, I’ll be a queen! And then I can eat whatever I want!”
Mr. Fish would frown. The story had a predictable ending; 5/10.
Angerily, the nocturne would shove the fish into her mouth,” Die! Mr. Fish!”
While crunching on its brittle bones, a sudden sound interrupted Iblees’ dreamy thoughts. Whirling her head towards the door, she would see a tall, muscular guardian step through it.
A tiny gasp escaped the nocturne’s lips when she saw the dragon,” My prince!”
Xochitl flopped on the bed, practically passing out on the spot. Wounds could wait to be licked, sleep came first.
Sleep was always first. No one could tell him otherwise, even that scoundrel, street rat of a skydancer.
Surprisingly, he was careful not to crush the frog that had taken a tumble down the leg of his spine when he dropped into the comfort of the bed.
Seaweed watched Xochitl disappeared into the quarters for the much larger species of dragon, his ears flattening a tad before his attention was once more drawn to the others. At Maroon's question the green one yipped out an answer.
"Oh, his name's Cosmo! I--I actually don't know where he came from, I just woke up and saw him."
Sudden Seaweed zipped around, encasing Cosmo in the name of putting the pink dragon's eyes on display. "Aren't these cool?"
Xochitl flopped on the bed, practically passing out on the spot. Wounds could wait to be licked, sleep came first.
Sleep was always first. No one could tell him otherwise, even that scoundrel, street rat of a skydancer.
Surprisingly, he was careful not to crush the frog that had taken a tumble down the leg of his spine when he dropped into the comfort of the bed.
Seaweed watched Xochitl disappeared into the quarters for the much larger species of dragon, his ears flattening a tad before his attention was once more drawn to the others. At Maroon's question the green one yipped out an answer.
"Oh, his name's Cosmo! I--I actually don't know where he came from, I just woke up and saw him."
Sudden Seaweed zipped around, encasing Cosmo in the name of putting the pink dragon's eyes on display. "Aren't these cool?"
I love coffee. I love it oh so dearly. The caffeinated joy that brings me to waddle my penguin legs to freedom and join my fellow short brethren. One goal upon all our minds as a collective hive of couch potatoes: feed, sleep, feed. Yet I dared to defect, and ventured to the vast lands to sip the nectar of holiness. The frappuccino size grande. I fell many great beasts; titans of giraffe leggeths, shopping carts of short person annihilation, and crowds of tiny human destruction. I have conquered them all.
Cosmo blinked rapidly, avoiding eye contact.
"T-thanks...?" he said hurriedly
So many dragons... His mind filled with dizzy thoughts.
Cosmo blinked rapidly, avoiding eye contact.
"T-thanks...?" he said hurriedly
So many dragons... His mind filled with dizzy thoughts.
“Cosmo, huh?” Maroon turned to the blinking dragon. “ Nice to meet you! And I must agree, those are some cool eyes. “ She nodded in agreement. She glanced up at the darkening sky and turned to Annatte. “ Do you think it might be time to start to turn in for the night? Do we have enough dorms for all of us, including our visitor here? “
“Cosmo, huh?” Maroon turned to the blinking dragon. “ Nice to meet you! And I must agree, those are some cool eyes. “ She nodded in agreement. She glanced up at the darkening sky and turned to Annatte. “ Do you think it might be time to start to turn in for the night? Do we have enough dorms for all of us, including our visitor here? “
Annatte sighed. "Yeah, sure, I have enough rooms for all of you," she gestured at the dragons to follow her below the deck and showed them the living quarter. The inside of the ship was a little cramped - if you were an imperial. To any other dragon breeds it was actually rather spacious. "There is a map on the hallway if you get lost. The mess hall is that way, and the medical bay is that other way," she pointed at two opposite directions. "Below this floor is the engine room and the storage slash prison, so you guys probably shouldn't go down there," she put a hand under her chin. She felt like she was forgetting something about the prison. "Well, have fun," she shrugged. It was probably nothing. "You guys taking care of making dinner and cleaning after yourself. Now if you will excuse me, I have an expensive window to repair," she slithered out of the hallway, grabbing Kaire along with her.
Annatte sighed. "Yeah, sure, I have enough rooms for all of you," she gestured at the dragons to follow her below the deck and showed them the living quarter. The inside of the ship was a little cramped - if you were an imperial. To any other dragon breeds it was actually rather spacious. "There is a map on the hallway if you get lost. The mess hall is that way, and the medical bay is that other way," she pointed at two opposite directions. "Below this floor is the engine room and the storage slash prison, so you guys probably shouldn't go down there," she put a hand under her chin. She felt like she was forgetting something about the prison. "Well, have fun," she shrugged. It was probably nothing. "You guys taking care of making dinner and cleaning after yourself. Now if you will excuse me, I have an expensive window to repair," she slithered out of the hallway, grabbing Kaire along with her.
What do Arcane dragons call magical shards? Starbucks.
Eris walked into the room with all the dragon crowding it, seeming to be calm. "Can I have all healers or dragons that consider themselves healers come with me please" she announced.
A hint of sorrow catch her breath as she spoke, she felt like tears welled in her eye. Her breathing grew shaking as she stood there longer. The more she prolonged the news, the more nerve raking it was.
Eris walked into the room with all the dragon crowding it, seeming to be calm. "Can I have all healers or dragons that consider themselves healers come with me please" she announced.
A hint of sorrow catch her breath as she spoke, she felt like tears welled in her eye. Her breathing grew shaking as she stood there longer. The more she prolonged the news, the more nerve raking it was.
Maroon craned her head over to Eris’s announcement after making a rough sketch of the ship quarters in her journal, her face dropping in worry. “Is something wrong?” She snapped her book closed, and it seemed Eris was very tense for some reason. “Are you hurt?”
Maroon craned her head over to Eris’s announcement after making a rough sketch of the ship quarters in her journal, her face dropping in worry. “Is something wrong?” She snapped her book closed, and it seemed Eris was very tense for some reason. “Are you hurt?”
Eris shifted in her spot as if a million eyes faced and judged her. She shook her head and backed up and bit, for once fearful of the people around her. The anchoring pain in her stomach and motherly will didn't help at all. "I-I'll tell you once your come with me"
Eris shifted in her spot as if a million eyes faced and judged her. She shook her head and backed up and bit, for once fearful of the people around her. The anchoring pain in her stomach and motherly will didn't help at all. "I-I'll tell you once your come with me"
Seaweed jolted when the naga began slithering away, the spiral bobbing after her like an excited puppy. Blue eyes locked onto the dragged along fae with a giggle.
“Can I help? I can help!” He chirped, his former exhaustion seemingly evaporated with the boucency of happiness and sheer mental bliss.
Seaweed jolted when the naga began slithering away, the spiral bobbing after her like an excited puppy. Blue eyes locked onto the dragged along fae with a giggle.
“Can I help? I can help!” He chirped, his former exhaustion seemingly evaporated with the boucency of happiness and sheer mental bliss.
I love coffee. I love it oh so dearly. The caffeinated joy that brings me to waddle my penguin legs to freedom and join my fellow short brethren. One goal upon all our minds as a collective hive of couch potatoes: feed, sleep, feed. Yet I dared to defect, and ventured to the vast lands to sip the nectar of holiness. The frappuccino size grande. I fell many great beasts; titans of giraffe leggeths, shopping carts of short person annihilation, and crowds of tiny human destruction. I have conquered them all.
"No, you can't help, Seaweed," Annatte said plainly, her tone suggested there was no room for argument.
"Can you stay with the other dragons in the mess hall, Seaweed?" Kaire said, in a softer voice. "I think they could use some help with setting up dinner. It'd just take me a few minutes to repair the window with magic and I should return shortly."
"No, you can't help, Seaweed," Annatte said plainly, her tone suggested there was no room for argument.
"Can you stay with the other dragons in the mess hall, Seaweed?" Kaire said, in a softer voice. "I think they could use some help with setting up dinner. It'd just take me a few minutes to repair the window with magic and I should return shortly."
What do Arcane dragons call magical shards? Starbucks.
