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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 11:15:55 GMT -5
a one x one between myself & zero
in the modern age, dragons exist and are integrated into human life fairly well. small ones are bred selectively for pets, while the large ones seem to be almost exclusively wild. some people are riders; but it is a rare thing, now.
muse a is one of those riders, though unregistered and new to the experience. their dragon is their best friend and keeps trying to encourage them to leave their home and move on, to explore the world on the back of the dragon, to learn to fight; these things are expected of riders and are often settled into a dragon rider's blood, though muse a is hesitant, as they are not a particularly violent person.
muse b has been a rider since childhood. once part of the rider army and now free to do as they wish. both they and their dragon are as wild and free as wild dragons would be; they do what they want in their own time. they're also thieves and pests. on one unfortunate night, the duo manage to steal a rare egg from a rich man's grasp, and find themselves fleeing from the police. though they lose the police, the duo crash into the forest; muse b's dragon is injured from the fall, and they realise that they have to rest and lay low.
it's in this forest that muse a comes across them, and extends a helping hand, unaware that these two are criminals. they're intrigued at the sight of a rider outside of law enforcement, and captured by the chance at finding out how to ride from someone who seems like a professional at it. needing some cover and aware that the cover of a mentor could be good, muse b accepts the help albeit reluctantly, and offers to teach muse a how to ride dragons and how to fight on dragonback in exchange for the help and a traveling companion.
muse a / zero
muse b / wren Inigo Ybarra [unused name; redacted from databases] - more commonly known as Wren. 24 years old. Though 5'2'' is not a particularly an intimidating height, his blank stare and notable scars tend to cause people to backtrack. His real name is unknown by the public; he only ever seems to go by the alias 'Wren'. With medium-brown skin and dark brown-black hair that's always messy, he's fairly generic aside from his height. He has light green eyes. As mentioned before, his scars are notable; three claw scars over his forehead, an odd crescent at the outer corner of his left eye, a biting/tearing scar over his right cheek and a sharp scar over the upper left side of his lip. Of course; these are just the ones that are visible. Wren tends to wear jackets with fur hoods and boots that bump up his height, and his black shirt has a relatively high collar that tends to hide his neck. Combined with dark skinny jeans - he has a relatively average look to him. The jeans are not comfortable to ride in, bu he doesn't particularly care. His dragon and the only consistent companion in his life is Rosario. This dragon is long and slender with four legs and oddly feathered wings and a feathery tail-tip. He also appears to have semi-feathered ears and a long, slim muzzle. The primary colour of his body is a deep scarlet, with black/darker-red scales giving him an almost brindled pattern. His flight feathers are a jet black, though. His eyes are amber, and he is a common fire-breathing dragon. It's likely he's a mixbreed, as feathered variations of dragon seem to be more aligned with being ice-breathers.
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Post by zero on Mar 23, 2018 17:40:39 GMT -5
Zafer Tekkin - No one would think dragon rider when they see Zafer. His face is unmarred with soft, brown eyes and slightly long black hair. His caramel hued skin has only two scars to the date and both were accidents with the toaster. His figure is best dubbed as slender and tall - standing at about 5'6". The male isn't thin but doesn't have any real muscle. Not like anyone could see if he did. His usual outfit is a sweatshirt and some boot cut jeans. Zafer chooses mostly dark or baggy clothing in an effort to make himself more unnoticeable. Namely, to make his missing right arm more unnoticeable. He has nothing in place of his right arm. Only a stub remains. - Zafer's best friend turns out to be a female wyvern named Moro. As most wyvern's are, she is very compact and stocky. She has the traditional two legs with the hooked wings. Her head is very square-like with a powerful jaw. Around the base of her head and the end of her tail hosts a multitude of ivory spikes. These spikes will flare up when she thinks there is danger, or when she is annoyed. Moro has silver-white scales with a foggy crystal look and her wings are a light grey leather. Her head violet eyes stands out against her light features.
Ah, it is not the best but there it is ~
I don't think I have any more questions but I'll probably think of some while rping.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 19:10:11 GMT -5
he looks good~
alright 0: would you like me to start, then?
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Post by zero on Mar 23, 2018 19:14:46 GMT -5
I lied. What is the connection between the dragon and their rider like? Are they sharing thoughts or feelings?
but yeah, you can start. ^^
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 19:17:25 GMT -5
a huge mood i was thinking thoughts! telepathic communication (i imagine dragons who are with riders would have a stronger bond w/ their rider and thus would be less likely to communicate with other people, but pet dragons would probably talk to anyone and everyone?).
okay uvu give me some time and i'll have something up for you~
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 20:06:39 GMT -5
As the sky began to darken and the wind began to pick up, he wondered if this - any of this - was worth it. The danger, the fear, the loneliness; rolled into one, it was tiring. He was tired. There was a heavy weight that settled over his shoulders and it promised to get heavier, told him that the burden he bore was his own fault - because that was how it went. His fault. So much could have been avoided, so much could have been changed - and yet, here he was. Making mistake after mistake. Were any of them truly mistakes? He shifted his weight to look at the bag that hung to his side, and, from the corner of his eye - the police.
Rosario turned his head to glance at his rider from the corner of his eye, wings beating at a steady pace. From the scenery below, however, they were going quicker than one would've expected from how easily he flew. Everything okay back there? the dragon asked as he dodged yet another ball of fire from their pursuers. You're going to fall if you're not careful.
He gave a low sigh and gently patted the side of Rosario's neck, snapping out of his own thoughts and settling himself more into the saddle. It seemed that that had been all that Rosario had been waiting for, as he put on a burst of speed - diving downwards before he continued along at the quicker pace, wings now beating faster and tail streaming behind him. The air was bitterly cold and honestly, Wren was grateful for the warmth of his coat. He lowered his head a little and wrinkled his nose as the fur of his hood tickled his nose. To be honest, he wasn't sure which country they were in - the people chasing them, from time to time, shouted angry English - so he could only assume it was somewhere that spoke that.
We're flying too low, said Rosario, as if he hadn't chosen this route himself. When he looked down, he realised that the dragon was right; they were barely skimming the tree-tops, and they seemed to be losing height, too. He tapped the large neck in front of him and, rather cautiously, Rosario pulled up. It slowed their pace a little - as if they weren't already working against the winds.
A snarl of pain sounded out, and for a moment, Wren wasn't sure where it had come from. When their pace faltered even more, he turned in the saddle to assess the damage done to his partner. Steam rose from his dark scales, and, once it cleared, he could see red, irritated skin beneath.
There were no words exchanged between the two as the inevitable happened. Rosario's wings beat once more before he dropped into a steep dive, and the trees (unfortunately) broke his fall. Through sheer willpower alone, the dragon seemed to manage to remain silent as he fell - right up until the river that they landed in. It wasn't particularly deep and, frankly, it wasn't worth landing in - it was nothing more than a few rocks and moving water over it. With a soft yelp, Wren tumbled out of the saddle and, as he was falling, twisted his body so that his messenger bag landed on his stomach as he landed on his back. Somehow, he'd managed to land on the bank of the river.
Look at you, the dragon groaned in his head, all grace.
"Shut up," he said blankly, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. Despite the broken trees and the steaming dragon, the police whipped overhead - clearly moving too fast to process their surroundings. Had they not seem the duo fall? It was possible, he supposed. Wren squinted up through the trees and, after a moment, he shook his head and slowly got to his feet. He'd have bruises for sure, but for the most part, he didn't feel too bad. The young man half-limped to his dragon's side and put a hand near the wound. It was too-hot (even for Rosario's general temperature) and continued to steal, the scales around it singed. "I have to pull these off and put a salve on it."
Instinctively, the dragon reached down to grab a fallen log to keep his jaws on. Once he was settled (and no longer expecting it), Wren was quick to rip out the few scales that had been singed and digging into the wound, throwing them to the ground. They were worthless when they were damaged. Next, he rummaged through his bag to find his salve. When he opened it, he was a little disheartened to see that there wasn't much left - but he used a small amount of it to soothe the wound. It wouldn't even last a day, considering the amount of times it needed to be applied.
How's the egg? Rosario asked as he made himself comfortable. The remains of the log dropped to the ground and he lowered his head to rest against the ground. Wren sat next to his muzzle and opened the bag again. An iridescent egg was nestled among blankets and, on the outer-layer, bubble-wrap. Some of the bubble-wrap had popped, but the egg itself was undamaged. The dragon hummed in approval. Alright. We're going to settle here for now.
Wren nodded and rested an arm against Rosario's head, gaze flicking up to the moon as it rose into the sky.
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Post by zero on Mar 23, 2018 22:05:23 GMT -5
Moonlit walks would have to be on the top ten things Zafer hated to do. Contrary to popular belief, the moon did not light the path enough for a pleasant stroll. There wasn't enough light to see what was on the forest floor. His feet could land on solid ground, or a root, or a fallen branch, or a hole. None of which was good for the ill-balanced male. Each step was a wonderful combination of stumbling and quiet swears. He instinctively reached out for the wyvern besides him when he found another small dip in the earth. Thankfully, he managed to latch onto one of her neck spikes.
A twinge of annoyance flashed through the bond. Zafer didn't bother asking about the cause. He already knew what the wyvern was thinking. They could have gotten to whatever was disturbing the forest in seconds if he would have climbed on her back. Well, it hadn't worked before and honestly, he liked to have some control over where he was going. Moro couldn't disagree more. The human bit back his words. This was not the time for a repeated argument.
Whatever they were following had left a large trail of singed tree tops and branches. When the cops had swept overhead, Zafer had only grown more worried. Someone must be lost in the forest if there were so many looking. Or someone was running. The unpleasant thought had occurred to him and he had almost turned around. He did not have the ability to fight something which could evade the police and cause such destruction. The only thing which kept him stumbling forward was the heavy scent of blood and char. It must be hurt and in pain. Plus, Moro was with him. Nothing could beat her, or nothing had yet. Somethings had come close to it. Maybe they should turn around.
Quiet, Moro hissed to her human. She didn't dare call him a rider, not even in her own head. The wyvern did care for the tiny creature. He was hers after all, but they were far from true rider and dragon. He had yet to feel to thrill of riding in the wind or the call to battle. Instead, the human seemed to think a lot. There was always thoughts and feelings endlessly swirling around in his head. Ideas which spawned and spawned and spawned. There was no stop to them. It was distracting and Moro was starting to understand why he couldn't put one foot in front of the other. Sometimes she just wished he would follow his instinct, if it was in humans.
Zafer looked up from the forest ground when Moro tensed. Her spines shook, making a quiet cracking sound. The male was forced to let go of the wyvern. He looked to Moro then to towards the direction of her gaze. Something flickered. They were near water by the sound, so it could be the moonlight reflected. However, the tension tightening their bond told Zafer differently. He shifted closer to the wyvern as they stepped forward onto the riverbank.
Out of all the options which had been circulating in his head, he had to admit a dragon rider was not one. They were far too powerful to become lost and he thought most of them were on the law's side. He found the idea of a dying dragon rider to be just as undesirable as a dangerous one. Each one sounded like potential for a death. He was not looking to be hurt tonight. Zafer took a step back to find his retreat blocked by a wing. Moro huffed.
They know we are here. The female wyvern reminded Zafer. No doubt Zafer's drunken-like stumbling and Moro's massive footsteps were enough to alert the other duo of their presence. Sure enough, Zafer could feel eyes on him. Go and talk to the human. Moro instructed. While she could speak with the dragon or even human in front of her, she didn't like the idea. Other minds were troublesome to fit into. They were all wired differently and some didn't know how to be quiet. It was much easier to tell Zafer to speak.
"Hello." Zafer started a bit louder than he probably should. He paused for a couple of seconds, struggling to find something to say which would not involve a fight. He couldn't see much in the dim, pale light, but he did not a full grown dragon when he saw one. He couldn't identify were the blood was coming from yet and did not want to anger a dragon with a hurt rider. "Do you need some help?" He tried to tell himself offering help was a ridiculous idea and he should regret his offer. But he couldn't. The male couldn't remember the last time he had seen a dragon rider. Even if they were potential murderers, they were still hurt and he had Moro. Nothing could go that wrong. Hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 18:12:26 GMT -5
Despite the night-time sounds of owls and of things running in the woods (away from them, it seemed) - everything was relatively silent. Wren exhaled slowly and ran his slender fingers over the scales of his dragon's muzzle, trying to go over the day's events in his mind. Everything happened so fast that he had to rely on his quick-thinking; it was always good to go back over the day's events. He knew that Rosario was listening as he thought - but this was a new thing. In the army, they had rarely listened to thoughts outside of direct speaking. Nowadays, they were beginning to learn to listen to each-other more carefully, though they were rather silent, closed-off companions.
A stranger approaches with a wyvern, the beast rumbled, head lifting sleepily. Despite the lazy movements of the red dragon, there was a sort of tension that only his rider could feel that promised that if any trouble came with the approaching duo, he would rise without a second though.
When the human and his wyvern came into sight, Wren's sharp gaze flicked to them and he stared blankly. He kept track of their every movement - and, after a moment, he pushed himself to his feet and gently put one hand behind him. It was a quick enough movement that it was barely there - but he knew that, in a moment's notice, he could use a relatively common army manoeuvre that aided with climbing onto a dragon relatively quickly in battle. Aware of the motion, Rosario turned his body and lowered his head a little. Due to the lack of the light, his pupils had been dilated - but they now narrowed to thin, catlike slits as he waited and watched. In this darkness, there was an eerie glow to his eyes.
Be nice, warned Rosario, though he knew that his words were useless. His rider was not a particularly kind nor gentle person - he was hardened and harsh, with a blank face and a monotone voice. The dragon himself was not as unfriendly; but he didn't really have the energy to speak to others.
"No, I chose to fling my dragon into the forest of my own accord," the tone that the rider used was dry and, as expected, completely void of emotion. Wren shifted his weight between his legs into a more defensive stance. "The [censored] do you think, dude?"
A notable accent sat in his English, as it was not exactly perfect. Rough around the edges but certainly understandable, the sort that came from someone unused to speaking English, but used to reading and writing it. The young man flicked his gaze upwards briefly - no police, no army. Just the stars and the moon, clear as could be. He narrowed his eyes and refocused his gaze on the duo. He could just about make out their shapes; the wyvern, he noted, as easier to distinguish than the human was.
Rosario's tail thumped softly against the ground. From the little splash, it was still partially in the water. Wren glanced to it before he moved forward to pick it up and pull it onto the shore. He didn't want any part of his dragon in the water, if he could help it. It would cool his natural temperature and though he wanted the fever around the wounded area to settle, that could be done with salve. Not water. Never water.
"Unless you have salve for burns, then you can't help, so it doesn't matter." even as he spoke, he tended to his dragon with a gentle care that did not hold to his face nor his voice. Not once did he turn his back to the strangers; he didn't dare. Blades to the back were not something he wanted, and nor were guns to the back. Nor a wyvern attack. Honestly - it was best that he just saw what was coming.
[ sorry for shorter post ;v; i hope you can work with it - if not, i can try and add more! ]
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Post by zero on Mar 24, 2018 21:03:52 GMT -5
You're good, you're good. )
Zafer knew this was a bad idea. He knew it from the start. He wanted to be in his warm bed, not fighting with a feisty dragon rider. Yet, here he was with a mysterious, foreign dragon rider who didn't want anything to do with him. He was trying to do the right thing, which clearly wasn't needed. It was a waste of time. A cold breeze was enough to convince the male to start turning back. This time, Moro lifted her wing to let the human by. She would be the last to turn.
The splash caused Zafer to jump then pause. He turned his head towards the noise. It took him until the rider moved the object to know what fell into the water. The action seemed odd. The dragon should be able to move his own tail, if the water was such a bother. Zafer didn't know much about dragons but he didn't think they hated the water. Moro sometimes waded at the edge herself. His best guess was the dragon hated the water and was so weak they couldn't move their tail. Now, that was a good reason for the rider to be so defensive. A night out in the cold would not be good for the dragon.
He looked towards Moro with an eyebrow raised. All expressions were lost in the dark, but his question was clear to the wyvern. These two are dangerous. They were chased a long way to end up here. You will not be able to keep your head down with these two around. Moro's words may seem negative, but there was amusement and interest thinly veiled in her rough voice. She tried to let the young human make his own choices in hope it would lead to him finally gaining some confidence. However, she too was curious about the other pair. She had only seen a couple of riders before. each time, Zafer had quickly made sure their paths would never cross. Maybe being around a fully fledged dragon rider would be the way to trigger Zafer's fighting instincts. She turned her attention to her human when he turned around.
Zafer moved to take a step forward but then thought better than to. "Well, I do have some at home. I'm not sure if it is enough for a dragon. It's something though." He took a brief moment to wonder if he should offer to go get it or ask the two to come with him. He figured the dragon was in no shape to be walking if it couldn't move its tail, but he didn't know how the rider would see him moving. He didn't want to make any of the wrong moves. Something about this male seemed off. Again, he decided to brace himself for a stinging retort.
( Ble, this one is short too. Hopefully I gave enough. )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2018 15:14:34 GMT -5
He pressed his hand to Rosario's flank and tried to ignore the pained huff, the steam that came from his nose as his flame came in contact with saliva. After what felt like too long, the dragon shifted his weight and stood to his full height, but allowed his tail to drag behind. The wound must be affecting those nerves, Wren thought as he watched the movements patiently. He had expected the stranger to leave, but when they spoke again, he tensed.
Very interested in helping, huh? the amused tone to Rosario's thoughts did not go unmissed, and the rider shot him a sharp glance before turning around to the strangers again, focus moved from his companion. He opened his mouth to snap or something, but hesitated at the mention of having some salve. Even if it wasn't much, it could be mixed with the salve he already had to make it last longer - until he either had to buy more, or until it was healed enough that he didn't need to use it anymore. Once the scales grew back, it didn't matter so much; the natural oils on the fire dragon's body would help with the healing process and keep it moisturised. Up until then, he had no choice but to use the salve.
The young man breathed some quiet, near-inaudible Spanish under his breath, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. This was a dangerous situation. To be at the debt of a stranger and a wyvern was not something he wanted to be, but sometimes he had to accept help. For the good of his dragon.
"Okay," he said slowly, wishing he could see clearer in the dark. If this had been less of ac rash and more of a landing, he would've found a safe place to start a fire and thus he would be more aware of his surroundings. As it was, he was aware of the heat of his dragon as well as the keen glow of his eyes, but nothing much beyond that. The wyvern, maybe. A rather nice one, he thought, but he couldn't quite tell. "What are you wanting in return for the salve?"
Things like these always came with a price, and sometimes it was too much trouble. Wren did prioritise his dragon's safety - but there were limits that he could not cross, dangers that he would not fall for. He was not a mindless man, was loyal to his (only) companion and friend, but...well. He had learned that it was best to be more interested in his own wellbeing. Rosario understood and made peace with it.
Wren, he murmured, gaze focused on the duo. Be careful. They might be luring you in to turn you in. Only a fool would miss the police force.
He glanced to the beast and narrowed his eyes, and Rosario got the message. You're right, the dragon mused, shifting his weight and adjusting how his wings were settled. Though he did not feel particularly endangered at the moment, he knew that the situation could change at any moment. Yes, he could fly in an emergency - but it would take his energy away from healing, and that would cause trouble in the future. He knew it would. He didn't like it.
[ if this is a more manageable / reasonable length, i think it'll work until there's more action~ ]
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Post by zero on Mar 25, 2018 16:31:59 GMT -5
yeah, it is difficult to make multi-paragraph posts in a conversation. )
The situation was starting to get a bit better on Zafer's side. He still felt threatened by the two, yet he didn't think they would lash out anymore. Both of them seemed to be on the defensive. Keen on not fighting, yet definitely would if edged to. Upon reflection, this information wasn't really that comforting, but it was nice to get a standing on how things were. At least he knew they were interested in the salve. They wouldn't be hurt until the other two had the medicine. Then anything could happen. Another not-so comforting thought.
He opened his mouth to say they didn't need anything in return. A spike of irritation shattered his thoughts before he could get a word out. Zafer towards Moro to find her glowing eyes fixed on him then move to gaze at the two. He gritted his teeth, still feeling the throb of pain.
The faster they are gone, the better. He shot back to the wyvern. Zafer did want to ask the other male about being a dragon rider, but they were also dangerous. Dealing with the police was not much of a problem. Most people left dragon riders alone as most viewed them as the 'good guys'. Plus, no one liked being around Moro for long. His problem was the danger the two would pose when they healed up. They might decide to kill Moro and him in order to leave no witnesses. It happens more than once TV show, not like shows were a real reliable source of information. He found himself struggle on what to ask the two for. The conclusion came to him in a flash.
Flying. Moro hummed, which he took as agreement. He reasoned with himself that learning how to fly was a nice safe zone. It was something the other two surely knew how to do, probably. There would be a way to escape if the other two turned out to be murders. Moro would finally be pleased. Though Zafer would be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit excited, and a bit sick to his stomach. Really, the unknown criminal wasn't the ideal teacher. He could already see the male being a more 'throw the kid to the water so he can learn how to swim' type of guy. Lessons were not going to be fun.
"I would like you to teach me how to fly on a wyvern's back." He said. For the first time tonight, he was glad for the low lighting. He could feel himself heat up despite the cool air. If he was lucky, only his neck was turning a bright red and not his entire face. He knew the request would seem outrageous, maybe even a bit hilarious to a few, that he hadn't figured out how to ride yet. Thankfully, most people hadn't seen him trying to ride. All of his attempts ended with his butt on the ground. Moro had tried to keep her thoughts to herself but it was clear she was growing more and more disappointed. The entire situation became frustrating and humiliating. He really hoped the male would agree before seeing the missing piece of him. He wouldn't be surprised if the rider would back out the second they got into the light. That problem was for later.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2018 21:49:10 GMT -5
Wren didn't like the idea of having to rely on people for help - but that was how the world worked, he supposed. People needed things from other people, which meant being at their mercy, no matter how briefly it was. He felt rather than heard scales shift as Rosario lowered his neck, slender head coming to a stop once he could study the two strangers from a slightly more reasonable height. It made him a little less threatening, too.
He wasn't sure what he expected. For them to want money or something that he could not fulfill, or for something ridiculous and outrageous. Taking note that it was unlikely they'd be attacked and that his dragon could interrupt if needed, Wren crossed his arms.
The request was nothing like he had expected. For a moment, his blankness faltered into a frown, gaze flicking to the wyvern before it returned to the stranger. He managed to adjust his facial expression back to his neutral - but internally, he was conflicted. Flying could take a while to learn, and on a wyvern, too. Yes, he'd ridden a wyvern or too when Rosario had been out of action - but it had to be impossible without a saddle, right? Did they have one? He wasn't sure, it was a good thought. Beside him, Rosario huffed lowly.
That's a lot of time for us to sacrifice. You don't need to. Soft yet firm; it was clear that the choice was for the rider, and Wren didn't really want to risk his dragon's life nor any movements. Sometimes, if wounds like this healed badly, they resulted in bad movements. If he kept using salve, it would be okay. All he needed was to do the job that the natural oils would do once some scales regrew. He inhaled deeply and flicked his gaze up to the dark sky, squinted thoughtfully up at the moon. I see, said the dragon, and stepped over the river. His tail brushed through the water and steam rose as the high heat came in contact, and the man was quick to move to ensure that it didn't stay in there too long.
"If you have a saddle, I can teach you," he said, waiting until Rosario was on the other size of the little river before he hopped over the rocks. Though they were slippery, he was quick and nimble - managed to get over with little trouble. "Wyverns are slightly different from him," he gave a gesture to his own dragon. "You can't ride without a saddle. If you need to borrow, my saddle is highly adjustable and could fit, though it might not be entirely comfortable for your wyvern."
All of this - just for some salve to mix into the stuff he already had. Wren exhaled slowly through his nose and reached out to put a hand against Rosario's scales, comforted by the warmth that they brought.
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Post by zero on Mar 27, 2018 19:52:40 GMT -5
Just a heads up, I'm not good at replying during the week days, but next week I have a short break from school. I should be more active then. )
Zafer blinked as the dragon stood up. Now at full height, the drake was smaller than he had expected. Not weak by any means, but more serpentine than Zafer could say he was use to. He know understood the noodle jokes. As the dragon crossed the river, he noted the drake was much warmer than Moro was. The wyvern couldn't warm her scales, much less raise the temperature of the air. Zafer honestly hadn't expected a comfortable heat radiating off of the dragon. He had to admit the warmth made his relax a fraction. Still, Zafer shifted away from the approaching duo.
He didn't expect the others to harm them yet. After all, they appeared desperate for the medicine. Zafer was more worried about the approach dragon's glowing eyes. As far as he understood, dragons and wyverns had night vision of good quality. He did not want the dragon to catch a glance of the full him. It was a weakness he did not like to show. Something he was sick of talking about. He carefully tucked himself near Moro's side, hoping it was enough to keep his figure unclear. He was really glad for his heavy hoodie at the moment, for both the cold and bagginess.
"I have a saddle." He said with a nod. The piece in question was in the barn, haunting him each time he caught a glimpse of it. He had wanted to throw it away. Moro had 'rescued' it from the trash and tucked it next to her nest. He really hoped the leather wasn't rotting away. That would be a disappointment. Moro, almost smugly, told him it was safe and intact. There was no way to back out now.
Zafer reached out for Moro's spikes, assuming this was the time to start heading back. Everything seemed to be set up and agreed on. Maybe he just wanted to get some sleep tonight and not stress more. No doubt it would be a couple more hours before even an attempt at sleep could be made. "We are only a couple of minutes away." He called back as he took his first steps back toward the house.
The way back was much easier than the way there. Moro was taking pity on him and signaling when there was a potential object or hole to stumble on. She was always determined to leave him to his own devises and not coddle him. This time, she must have understood and agreed with his need for dignity. No doubt she didn't want to show the other two a scrap of weakness. With some caution, Zafer tapped in Moro's thoughts.
She may be happy about the human learning how to ride, but that didn't mean she trusted the dragon and his rider. The only reason she had encouraged Zafer to offer training was because of the weakened dragon. Moro held no doubted she could fend off the drake long enough for her human to get away. The small, angry human seemed tough, but really held no threat to a thick scaled wyvern. He was only a human after all. Right now, she had the upper hand and that is what she would cling to.
( I dunno if you want them to talk more. if not, I can add them arriving at the house. )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2018 7:25:36 GMT -5
it's okay, i understand~ it's okay~ i think i can work with that, i'll get onto a response shortly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2018 7:57:44 GMT -5
Despite his injury, Rosario kept himself rather regal. Neck elegantly curved, wings tucked neatly against his sides, and only a mild limp in his gait. Had it not been for the steaming, pale pink flesh exposed on his flank, he would have appeared normal. As it was, he seemed to almost wince with every step he took. His rider walked next to him, hand out against his neck to keep him stable. Rosario appreciated the movement.
I want to sleep, said the dragon to his human, turning his head a little and expelling steam from his nose. Wren glanced at him from the corner of his eye and hummed low in his throat, gaze flicking away from his dragon to the duo. To teach the stranger to ride a wyvern; it was a harder process than he would've liked to admit, but he could use some tactics he'd learned. Perhaps not as harsh. Though he was not a particularly nice person, he didn't really like the idea of hurting others (mentally, at least) outside of a fight. It was just not his thing.
When the beast beside him trembled and leaned heavily into his hand, he paused his movements and waited until he was sure that he wasn't going to deal with the dragon collapsing. He was not going to carry that thing all the way to this person's house.
"You have to get her used to the weight of the saddle first, unless you've already done that," a slender eyebrow raised as he slowed a little to walk at his dragon's flank. From his bag, he brought the salve out again and idly massaged it into the burned skin. Rosario let out a low growl of pain, turning his head to give Wren a sharp glance from the corner of his eye. In return, Wren shrugged and put the salve away again, removing the oiliness onto his jeans before, while still walking, he reached underneath Rosario's belly to unfasten the saddle. He caught it neatly as it fell, and bundled it up in his arms. It was relatively big compared to him, but small compared to his dragon - it was the sort that settled around the base of Rosario's neck.
You, teaching a kid to ride a wyvern, of all things, the tone could be taken for mocking, and Wren had no doubt that it was. When was the last time you rode a wyvern? Do you remember how?
Wren didn't reply, instead choosing to pick up the pace a little. He refocused his attention onto the strange duo, and watched them thoughtfully. To offer help in exchange for flying lessons - were they desperate? Why weren't they in the army? Was it a pet dragon...no. Wyverns were no pets, just as Rosario (whatever he was, Wren still wasn't sure) was no pet dragon. Pets were small and pretty, often unable to fly or only able to hover. They were never converted to riding dragons on the factor of their much smaller size. He sighed quietly and absently patted the softer scales of Rosario's throat. A low, near-purring sound emanated from him, and his wings seemed to relax a little.
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Post by zero on Mar 28, 2018 20:32:54 GMT -5
When one of their companions slowed, the two in front copied the new pace. The wyvern didn't spare a look back. She knew well enough what was happening and how she had to keep moving. The male did look back with a frown already set on his face. He had not been aware the dragon's condition had worsened to such a degree. No doubt Moro could carry the other if needed, but who knows if either two would accept help. He did not want to see what would happen if the rider because truly panicked and/or desperate. Zafer quickly looked forward when he felt eyes shift to him, hoping his glance was not caught.
When questioned, Zafer waited. He wasn't sure if the wyvern was going to answer the other human or not. She wasn't one to accept being left out of a conversation. Yet, she commonly didn't want to speak to others. It was not a fun contradiction to be in the middle of. From the silence, he guessed she would not be joining in this conversation. Though, it was probably for the better. He could feel the other beast's pain was setting her on edge.
"She is use to a saddle." He answered. He knew there were notes of hesitancy in his voice. She hadn't worn a saddle in months. Maybe enthusiasm will make up for the missed time. Before his mind could worry anymore, a sound distracted him.
I never knew you guys could make that sound, he teased Moro once he had finally figured out the source of the rough purring. Moro huffed and shook her head. It wasn't enough for him to loose his grasp but it was enough for him to stumble a bit. Amusement flickered down their bond. You haven't been flying yet. She shot back. Some of the tension they held was chipped away. They were still on edge, but Zafer could say his heart felt lighter.
He blinked and squinted when he saw the trees started to thin and a faint glow. After a few seconds, an old, white house came into view. Next to it sat a brown barn, all paint long since gone. Plants were starting to creep up to the house and barn. It honestly looked like no one had lived here in a year. Zafer found himself thankful, in the low lighting, details really couldn't be seen.
"There is the barn or the outside. The barn may look worn, but it is sturdier than you would expect. I don't think it has any leaks either." He called back to the other two. He did not look back. Honestly, he was more than glad just to be standing near his house. Near is warm, safe house with his bed. Of course, he would still have to get the medicine and make sure everything was settled. He couldn't really let or make the rider spend the night outside. That was another hour of work, at least. "I'll get the medicine." He finished as Moro led him to the front door.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 7:40:15 GMT -5
Used to a saddle and yet not being ridden - he didn't quite understand. Regardless, Wren remained relatively quiet until the trees began to thin, and he kept this silence as the two buildings came into view. He hesitated briefly, considered his options. This was still a potential trap, but desperation was a good motivator.
It'll be okay, Rosario hummed, leaning further into his rider's hand. Everything is going to be fine.
Those words were not particularly comforting, but he took them at face value. There wasn't much else to do. He exhaled slowly through his nose and dropped his hand from his dragon's scales and instead ran his fingers through his already-messy hair. Everything had just been wrong. There hadn't been one good thing to come out of anything so far, and the egg in his messenger bag was a weight that he was trying not to think about.
"The barn will be fine," he said. Rosario made a sound in his throat that could have been agreement. If anything, the barn sounded more than fine. It would keep his dragon warm and it would be somewhere to try to rest. He knew that there were dangers connected with staying inside - but there were more dangers when it came to staying indoors. But then again - did it even matter? In his current condition, his dragon couldn't fly. Surely, a barn would be the perfect hiding place? The police (and perhaps even the army) would be searching the skies and the seas. Not the random barns.
The egg, said his companion, is it okay?
Wren didn't really want to check on the egg here and now - so he just shot a sharp glance to Rosario. Though there was a low growl of frustration, no arguments were held. He was glad of it, and he watched as Rosario's gaze shifted almost nervously to the barn. Will this be safe? asked the dragon. To be honest, Wren doubted that it would be - and so he shrugged in a rather nonchalant fashion. When a quiet sigh escaped his partner, he dropped back to check on the wound again. It seemed to be doing rather well - as well as it could be doing, at least.
There were many things he could ask Rosario - and yet no question really came to mind. Instead, he pulled out his nearly-gone supply of salve and gently massaged some more in. This seemed to relieve some of the pain, at least.
[ im sorry this is a really bad post orz ]
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Post by zero on Mar 30, 2018 21:38:04 GMT -5
You're good. )
Zafer sighed as he let go of the spike and started to unlock the door. He heard Moro shift behind him. You can watch them, but please don't loom. He requested. While he knew Moro wouldn't attack the two strangers for stepping in 'her' barn, the wyvern seemed on edge. Her thoughts had become more tense and muddled the closer the group stood to the barn. There was an obvious cause. Dragons were as territorial as all beasts were. The larger ones just seemed more so. There just wasn't any simple solutions for instinct. Moro would just have to control herself. Something which Zafer felt little hope of happening.
Once inside, finding and collecting the salve took only a couple of minutes. Thankfully, the medicine was right where he had left it last. The aloe bottle behind the salve caught his eye. He paused. Aloe was commonly used on burns. It could be useful and help the dragon recover. Then, decided against it. He didn't really know if aloe was suppose to be placed on real burns and didn't want to look like a fool for bringing out something which would obviously not work. He grabbed the medicine after a second more of hesitation. Getting the door open again was a test with the cream in his hand, but he managed.
The front of the house was surprisingly abandoned. Zafer scanned the clearing for the wyvern to find her watching the rider and the dragon. He sighed. No doubt it only took a couple of seconds of him leaving for Moro to start staring. The male started towards the small group slowly. Without Moro's eyes, he was left with what his feet landed on. Thankfully most of the ground was packed by a wyvern taking off and landing. He felt proud when he did not fall once.
"Here is all I have." He said, holding out the medicine on his palm. Once taken, he backed up a couple of feet closer to Moro. Their part of the bargain was done. The wyvern hummed, seemingly pleased. She moved around the group to nudge open the barn doors and move out of the way. Zafer already knew she wanted to be the one in last. Probably to block the exit so the dragon couldn't leave in the night. Time would only tell if the other party kept up their part.
As of right now, Zafer could care less if they actual taught him how to fly. Some part of him did want to learn, yes. The other part of him was utterly terrified and cursed at his mouth. The part which was tired won over. He yawned quietly. "Do you need to stay with your dragon all night?" He asked, really wondering if he could leave yet.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 7:51:19 GMT -5
i'll reply relatively soon, ive been pretty sick/down lately so ive been more focused on a thing w/ a friend to cheer myself up ^^
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Post by zero on Apr 2, 2018 7:53:12 GMT -5
Take all the time you need. ^^ Focus on getting yourself well both mentally and physically before worrying about any of this!! )
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 8:11:40 GMT -5
thank you ^^ im better mentally hence why i'll probably respond later, physically we're...getting there d: i came down w/ flu and it still hasnt gone away yet orz
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Post by zero on Apr 2, 2018 8:30:23 GMT -5
>.< That's the worse, especially because the flu was extra bad this year.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 10:20:52 GMT -5
From the corner of his eye, Rosario was watching. He was a large dragon; it was easy to mistake him for being smaller than he was when he was crouched - especially when he wanted his flank checked out. There was a catlike way to the way he stood; laying down without quite laying down. His tail-tip twitched and it was somewhat of a relief that it did, as it likely meant that the damage looked worse than it truly was.
Wren looked down at the saddle in his arms and allowed his thoughts to wander, though he remained on high-alert to his surroundings. He felt exposed, knew that if the police flew overhead now that it was all over, knew that there was a risk in waiting for the salve. But he waited because, while not the most patient with people, he knew that he needed this medicine if his dragon was going to make a full and proper recovery. Everything he had done so far was for him, and not for himself. Sometimes it felt foolish; abandoning your dragon in battle is sometimes necessary had been told to him on enough occasions that it should've been drilled into his head but as it was, he found some sort of loyalty.
He was not a social person at the best of times, and he supposed that the company of a beast was better than the company of nothing.
When the other human returned, he glanced up and narrowed his eyes. It took him a second too long to process before he took the medicine and put it in his bag, making a mental note to mix it with what little remained of the salve he'd already had with him. He did not give any words of gratitude, instead choosing to stay silent.
Rosario made a sound low in his throat, though what it meant, Wren wasn't entirely sure. It probably wasn't aggressive, at least. He gently patted the dragon's side and got him to move forward into the barn, and waited until he was entirely in to follow. He'd admit; the barn was bigger than he'd expected but he doubted that his dragon would be able to stretch out properly in it, which was...probably fine. He followed behind and watched as Rosario settled into a half-curled position, shuffling his wings and watching the wyvern cautiously.
"Of course I do," he said, with no real heat (or anything) to his words. "A true rider will always remain by their dragon's side."
It sounded like something he'd heard before - and truth be told, he was repeating something. He wasn't exactly sure where from, though - and he could feel Rosario's gaze on him with an unspoken question. He paid him little attention, still focused on the human and his wyvern.
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Post by zero on Apr 5, 2018 13:51:17 GMT -5
Zafer looked around the barn trying to distract himself from the phrase the other rider had just spoken. He wasn't sure what to make of them. Were they from a movie? He wondered. It seemed like something the hero would say before leaving their love to fly off into battle or the sunset. He immediately shut that thought down. A smile was smothered just as it sprung to life. He hummed as he tried to think about anything but a dramatic soup opera with the gruff rider as the star. Something which seemed hilarious to the sleep deprived male.
The true dragon rider is going to have a sore back tomorrow. The thought came to his head. He wasn't sure if it came from him or Moro. Perhaps both. He couldn't agree more. The barn contained walls, dirt, and an old saddle. Nothing spoke of even the minimal of comfort required for sleep. He nodded instead of voicing his inner thoughts. He didn't want to offend the dragon rider when everything had been going amazingly well, given the circumstances. He didn't know how the rider would react to being mocked or teased, and he rather not find out.
The human shifted as Moro made her way into the barn without taking her eyes off of the male dragon. She then turned around and laid down with her back facing the two humans and dragon. Perhaps the Wyverns goal was to show that she did not care about the two invaders. Zafer tried to hide a smile at her passive aggressive act. There was still a good distance between the two, so her legs and a bit of her wing must be sticking out of the barn. The distance and her tense spikes told a different story.
"Good night." Zafer said, not knowing what else to say. Things were a bit awkward for Zafer right now. There wasn't much to say after someone says a phrase like that and then a massive wyvern tries to send a very passive aggressive message. He really hopped he wasn't going to have to climb over the wyvern to get out. Then the other male would defiantly know something was wrong with him. Instead, Zafer tried to scoot past Moro's head. He tried not to touch her, but felt a bit conscious about this now that he had watched the other rider.
While the rider was a bit gruff, Zafer noticed he had a softer spot for his dragon. The two touched a lot. He couldn't think of a time when the rider's hand wasn't on his dragon's side, which could be partly because of the wound. Zafer did realized this could just be caring and comforting the creature. He doubted this was the only reason. There was something else between the two. Maybe that is how true dragon riders were suppose to act. No, he must be sleep deprived. He couldn't be using the phrase 'true dragon rider' without being somewhat out of his mind.
The time it took to maneuver around the stubborn still wyvern dragged on for Zafer. He really wished he hadn't said good bye to the other rider before leaving. He tried not to make eye connect with anyone and solely focus on shuffling around the large road block. When he was finally out, he sighed and made his way back to his house.
(Non-climatic I know. I would like to add more to the post, but I just wanted to check with you beforehand. I was thinking we could do a skip to morning. Do you want the police to come or something else to happen? )
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2018 13:58:20 GMT -5
naww it's all good, we can definitely skip to morning (& i can do it in my post if you wanted) humm. i mean - let's plot a little, that sounds like a Good Plan (tm) there could be something that forces zafer to go along w/ wren instead of just keeping wren behind to fly; maybe the police are relatively violent in their attempts, requiring zafer to leave (or even causing him to lose) his home? or...humm. im not sure. any ideas on your end? c:
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Post by zero on Apr 5, 2018 14:11:01 GMT -5
Whichever makes more sense Plotting... This is probably going to be too dramatic. They could come in the morning to interview Zafer. They suspect he is lying and they push him aside to go into the barn. See the dragon and a mini fight because what are a bunch of people going to do against two dragons ensues. With Zafer helping a criminal and all, he can't stick around. Moro would probably be out hunting because she would scare the police away. I dunno how they are going to get away. Flying would be the best plan but I dunno if that is possible. We are probably going to have to go with running away into the woods.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2018 14:14:59 GMT -5
i can do it~ nothing is too dramatic my dude i like it! it sounds like a good plan - and if the police are on-foot police and not police w/ dragons, it makes it 10x more likely that they get away c: i like it~
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Post by zero on Apr 5, 2018 15:20:43 GMT -5
They are not ready for police with dragons. We gotta start with the easy stuff. I'll probably have Zafer run off when the action starts b/c he isn't into sticking around when guns go off. I'm not sure how they find each other again.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2018 8:55:49 GMT -5
humm, i'm not sure either. wren wouldnt search bc he's gotten his end of the deal and he doesnt care about not having to fulfil his end. would moro want to scent them down for the training or no?
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Post by zero on Apr 6, 2018 9:42:56 GMT -5
I could see that happening. Zafer would probably be way more on board with learning how to fly since his home is gone/crawling with cops. Moro would gladly seek them out to get training/because she blames them from breaking her barn.
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