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Post by zero on Nov 28, 2018 15:38:05 GMT -5
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Not an impressive thread but maybe I'll jazz it up later.
But, the plot. Going off of the modern dragon rider idea. Do you want to start shaping the world then make a plot out of it or do you already have an idea? Maybe just ideas/elements you like?
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Nov 28, 2018 15:40:44 GMT -5
Welp my favorite dragons come from Marc Secchia's books, so my character will prob take on those characteristics, but I'm really open to any ideas ^^
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Post by zero on Nov 28, 2018 15:46:45 GMT -5
Maybe a tad bit embarrassing but I don't think I've read any of those books. ^^' What are the dragons like? Maybe we can combine ideas? I think I would prefer if the dragons are already established in the world and have the ability to communicate telepathically with whoever they please, though some may prefer to not talk to other.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Nov 28, 2018 20:03:16 GMT -5
sorry I fell asleep xD
Here's a good description of 'em from his website:
"There are four major Dragon familiesβthe Ancient Dragons, the Lesser Dragons, Shapeshifters and dragonets. Many varieties exist within each major family; varieties of colour, shape, size and magical ability. Certain colours and abilities are more common than others. All Dragons speak Dragonish to a greater or lesser degree.
Lesser Dragonsβdescendants of the Ancients, they are commonly Reds, Greens, Oranges and Yellows. Their primary attack is Dragon fire but this is usually combined with one or more special attacks or abilities. Greens are renowned for their healing abilities and poison or acid attacks. Their favourite habitat is woodlands, forests and especially jungles. They are often long and lean in body shape, and reclusive by nature. Reds, Oranges and Yellows excel in various categories of fire breathing, fire shaping, fireballs and special attacks such as molten lava. Reds are usually the most massive of the Lesser Dragons, achieving wingspans of over 120 feet. They are gregarious and love to live in large colonies. The Blue and Grey-Blue spectrums tend to dominate in the lightning and water-based abilities, and higher-level magical abilities such as shielding. They are fond of roosting in high places or near water. Zuziana, as an Azure Dragon, is a rare colour and is among the smallest of Dragons in physical size. Grey-Black to Black Dragons, such as Fraβanior (an Ancient Dragon), usually have lightning and earth powers such as earthquake, or the much rarer powers of storm and shivers. They often prefer living in caves.
Dragonetsβfirst found on the Islands of Fraβanior, the dragonets are generally thought to have lesser intelligence, but the largest dragonets (up to four feet in length) do communicate well in Dragonish. They love to live in large colonies and are highly sociable. They become easily attached. Sapphire, a blue dragonet, becomes attached to Aranya and travels with her. Dragonets have as wide a variety of colours as Dragons. It is agreed that dragonets only breathe fire and have almost none of the other abilities of the Lesser or Ancient Dragons. (Special note: Flicker might disagree. See the Epilogue of Dragonstar for more on this subject)
Ancient Dragonsβthose who first colonised the Island-World and are said to have created the Islands and Humans. Little is known about the Ancient Dragons. One in particular, Fraβanior, a huge, multi-headed Black Dragon with Storm powers, plays a part in our story. There are also Magma Dragons which live in volcanoes and Land Dragons who roam the Cloudlands, although it is unsure as to whether they are flying, walking or swimming. The Land Dragons are said to chew on the roots of the Islands.
Shapeshiftersβmost scholars agree that Shapeshifters are a race of their own, being neither Dragon nor Human. Shapeshifters may have been the result of scientific experimentation by the Ancient Red Dragon, Dramagon, but this is uncertain. Shapeshifters are able to transform between their Human and Dragon forms. Most Shapeshifters are bound to a single Dragon colour.
Dragons which defy classificationβmagic being what it is, there are those Dragons and Shapeshifters who defy classification, as is the case with Aranya and her mother Izariela, and Fraβaniorβs soul-mate Istariela. Izariela and Istariela are Star or Silver Dragons, Dragons tending from silver to the purest white. No-one knows if they are Ancient or Lesser Dragons, nor exactly what their powers might be. Aranya, an Amethyst Dragon, is also of indeterminate classification, although she evidences a number of abilities across the spectrum such as Dragon fire, healing power, lightning and storm."
The Lesser Dragons would be more suited for this RP I think
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Post by zero on Nov 28, 2018 21:09:59 GMT -5
No problem!
Yeah, this looks like a good bases for the dragons. The lore very interesting. I do agree lesser dragons would work the best.
I hate my blank mind right now. Like I usually have an idea for an rp but right now, but I'm not too sure which direction to go in. What kind of plots do you prefer? Like action vs fluff.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Nov 28, 2018 21:44:34 GMT -5
I sort of liked the direction your 'max length post' example was going. Maybe my rider and dragon were injured and your character stumbles across the rider, but not her dragon? So they have to go on a journey to rescue/find the dragon
Perhaps her dragon's been captured or something
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Nov 28, 2018 21:50:53 GMT -5
Sorry for the poof, was working on this project for my research class
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Post by zero on Nov 29, 2018 9:18:20 GMT -5
lol it's fine. I fell asleep.
That sounds good. Do you want to start with that idea and then make stuff up as we go?
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Nov 29, 2018 13:53:31 GMT -5
Sounds good to me ^^ I wonβt be on much this weekend since I have a wedding to go to but I will try and respond when I can!
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Post by zero on Nov 29, 2018 15:59:40 GMT -5
I can't be on most of Friday and Saturday so its all good. Do you want to have character forms or just jump in?
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Nov 29, 2018 16:12:34 GMT -5
Meh forms are so annoying. Iβm all for jumping right in
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Post by zero on Nov 29, 2018 16:45:45 GMT -5
Quality. Do you want to start or should I?
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Nov 29, 2018 21:43:08 GMT -5
Can you? Busy packing and such xD I will try and post tonight but I dunno
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 1, 2018 23:36:16 GMT -5
I will be home tomorrow ^^
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2018 12:24:19 GMT -5
I hope the wedding went well. ^^ This weekend was so busy and I spent more time than I probably should have hanging out with family so I really didn't have the time to make a post. I feel like I could make one later tomorrow if I get my paper done.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 3, 2018 14:35:28 GMT -5
It was beautiful. My cousin was STUNNING in her dress.
No worries ^^ I can prob get a post up tonight
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 3, 2018 21:31:17 GMT -5
The wind whistled softly over the Tourmaline Dragonβs wings, filling the air with a low hum that was as familiar to Maev as the old Irish lullabies sheβd grown up with. The Rider sat low in the saddle, leaning forward slightly so she could peer around the Dragonβs head into the dark beyond. The Tourmaline Dragonβs wings were stretched to their full span, reaching nearly sixty feet. The delicate membrane stretched over the flight surfaces seemed to vibrate with the windβs force. The membrane was so thin it was nearly translucent, glowing in the moonβs light with a sapphire hue; nerves and veins and arteries criss-crossed the leathery surface aplenty. The Tourmalineβs wings were so sensitive they could detect even minute changes in air pressure, temperature and wind. It was that sensitivity that made Dragons such fantastic fliers β well, that and a touch of Dragon magic.
The night, as it often was, was as beautiful as ever. The moon hung high in the sky, at its zenith; it had waned quite a bit, so that only a sliver of its white face was turned towards the earth. It cast its brilliant glow upon the earth, though it wasnβt nearly as bright as the sun. Still, it was enough for a Dragon to navigate by, and enough for a Dragon to fly with. Maev sat back a bit, resting against the spine-spike that was situated just behind the saddle she was carefully strapped in to. She turned her face to the moon, and let her eyes drift shut.
Maev and her companion, the Tourmaline, were fond of night flying, and often went on short flights before turning in for the night. Sheβd suffered from insomnia for as long as she could remember, and had found that flying beneath the moonβs ethereal light sometimes helped her get to sleep. The scales beneath the saddle were warm; along with the soft hum of the Tourmalineβs wings and his belly-fires, Maev drifted off to a state of half-sleep. She dozed for a time, before a sudden movement from the Dragon had her snapping awake. The Tourmalineβs wings had stuttered a bit as the Dragon swung his muzzle around, turning his blazing fire-eyes on to something from the west. There was a large cloud bank in that direction, hindering the Dragonβs powerful sight from sleuthing what lay beyond the cloud.
The only warning the pair received was a soft whistle, barely audible above the Tourmalineβs wings. And then something slammed into them from above, punching daggers into the Dragonβs wings. The Tourmaline bugled his pain and surprise, jerking to the right to tear himself away from his attacker. Even as the Dragonβs golden blood ran from the wound in his wing, the Tourmaline wheeled about and prepared to launch himself into battle. In the same instant, Maev retrieved her own weapon from where it was strapped to the saddle: a compound bow, made of light but strong metal. Some Riders used automatic rifles and other types of guns, but Maev had always preferred her bow. It felt as though she had more control.
Her Tourmaline snapped his wings down and charged in to battle with the one whoβd attacked them β another Dragon, though Maev could not discern the color of its scales properly in the dark. She could see a dark shape hunched on the enemy Dragonβs back β another Rider.
The Tourmaline thundered his rage; his bellow split the air as though a peal of lightning had struck the earth.
I AM TAZIR!!!
With a mighty snarl, the two Dragon clashed in the air, snapping their fangs and lashing out with their wickedly sharp talons. Maev drew her bow and fired at the other Rider, but missed as the other Dragon suddenly twisted around, snaking his head around Tazirβs shoulder towards his back. The Tourmaline kicked out with his hind paws but didnβt seem to notice the other Dragonβs movement. Maev stared into other Dragonβs gleaming fire-eye; its mouth split into a fang-filled grin. With a single snap of its jaws, the straps holding Maevβs saddle to Tazirβs hide were severed. She cried out in shock, grasping desperately at the spine spike before her, but her fingers slid against the smooth surface and found no purchase.
And then Maev was falling β falling faster than she could imagine, the wind whipping her hair out of its braid so that it thrashed about around her head. She heard Tazirβs distressed cry, heard him trying to follow after her, but he was hopelessly ensnared but their attacker.
Tears streaked against her cheeks and were whipped away. She twisted, slipping her arms through the loops near the top of her boots. With a swift jerk, a parachute like structure unfurled, fabric straining against the wind to slow Maevβs descent. The ground grew closer and closer; the yawning forestβs canopy swept upwards to meet her.
She struck a great oakβs limb, knocking the wind from her. She felt something in her hip snap, felt pain blaze through her, but before she could cry out, she tumbled down through the canopy. Her head slammed against the bark, and her consciousness was shoved away.
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Post by zero on Dec 5, 2018 22:08:26 GMT -5
The leaves rustled and waved as the morning breezes blew by. Birds called out in small chirps and squirrels scampered up the trees. A warm light filtered through the leaves, showing the understory in a warm, golden glow. There was still a slight chill in the air as if the world hadnβt woken up completely. All seemed to be at peace. All except for a tense male making his way through the underbrush with a much grace as a fawn taking its first steps. He had walked for hours, trying to keep up to a dragon. He quickly feel behind when he took to the sky. There was no point in continuing. Zafer sighed and he plopped himself on the cool earth, a plume of white escaping his lips when he exhaled. He looked to the sky.
He hoped to see the gleaming white form of Moro circling but no luck. She would be hunting far away by now. There would be at least a couple hours before she returned and could help him through the thick underbrush. Even then, when she came back she probably was going to laugh at him. He could hear her now. βLittle human, you could ride on my back, but you stubbornly refuse. Now you want me to guide you around like a hatchling? I think not. You will have to walk back all by yourself.β Zafer grumbled under his breath in his best impression of the dragonβs gravelly voice.
I heard that. The gravelly voice of Moro interrupted his internal dialogue. Zafer cringed, knowing the talk which followed all too well. Surprisingly, silence followed instead. A rare occurrence which set Zafer more on edge. Normally, he would assume Moro had found a perfect piece of prey and was now putting her full attention on the meat rather than a lecture. His gut told him differently. This silence was Moro trying to decide to tell him something or not.
A flicker of defiance sparked within the male. What happened? Are you okay? He asked. The male was already standing up, using the tree as a brace. He may have only one arm, but he wasnβt going to be stopped from coming to the aid of the dragon. She remained silent for many painful, drawn-out seconds before finally replying. Come to the river. He heard wing beats overhead as the dragoness left. He stumbled after the dragon mumbling under his breath.
Zafer saw Moroβs large white form first before the smaller form of the female. βShite.β The word slipped past his lips as he surveyed the scene. The branches and destroyed tree left little mystery onto where she came from. Then again, the sky wasnβt exactly a useful answer. She could be a pilot whos plane crashed, a skydiver off course, or maybe even a rider whos dragon was lurking and ready to pounce. None of these options were appealing and Zafer found himself taking a step back.
He wasnβt going to leave. He just needed time. Time to think about how to handle a potentially dead woman in the forest. Sheβs alive. Moro grumbled. Zafer stopped pacing and turned around. Sure enough, the body was shifting. He was relived but very worried about the identity of this person. Usually, good people don't end up on the forest floor beaten half to death. Then again, he did have Moro on his side. He doubted the girl could manage to beat the dragon. So, he waited.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 6, 2018 1:10:27 GMT -5
( will reply tomorrow! )
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 6, 2018 23:23:29 GMT -5
The first sensation that slid past Maevβs awareness upon stirring was the blazing, exquisite, Dragon-hot fire of agony that lapped against her skull with each beat of her heart. Thump-thump. Pain. Thump-thump. Agony. Each breath rasped in had a knife stabbing into her side, twisting and rending and tearing. Even on top of the lava turning her brain to mush β even with the stabbing in her sides as though a Dragon had gripped her in its vice-like paws, digging its talons into her β she could ascertain another source of pain within her battered and broken body. Her right hip was also ablaze in fire, releasing a sickening grinding noise with each miniscule movement. She kept her breathing shallow, clenched her back teeth and for a long moment focused on gathering her will about her, iron-hard and Dragon-strong. She dug deep within her β searched the depths of her soul and third-heart, as the Dragons called it β to find the strength she needed.
What had happened? Each time she reached for her memory, it winged away from her as a new wave of exquisite pain sloshed into her, shattering her concentration like glass. Abruptly, she was aware of the sensation of not being alone as sheβd originally thought. There was someone else nearby β someone whose breathing sounded like the stoking of a forge. A Dragon? Was it Tazir? It couldnβt be. If it was Tazir, why was he just standing there? Why was he saying nothing?
Tazi? Tazi!
Her cry went unanswered; the bond between Dragon and Rider was dull and silent, lacking the fire-life that was usually there. Tazi was alive, that much she was certain of. Butβ¦ he was far away, beyond her reach. Beyond the range of their bond, perhaps. Pain and terror slashed through her heart, multiplying the fire that already flashed through her like a bonfire. Tazi! She tried again and again, calling out to her Dragon for several long moments until she admitted defeat; Tazir would not be answering her β not any time soon, at least. If he was injured, heβd have to manage on his own. Though that chafed to admit, considering a Riderβs job was to care for their Dragon, Maev was certain that Tazir could take care of himself. He was a Dragon after all; if anything could care for its own hide, it was a Dragon.
So instead Maev turned her focus to the presence that lurked nearby. Her sea-green eyes flickered open, blinking several times to clear away the blurry haze that lingered in her vision. The first thing that she became aware of was the white shape that stood nearby; massive and powerful, it stood out clearly against the dark forest. A heartbeat of studying confirmed Maevβs original hypothesis that it was a Dragon β a fine specimen, by her reckoning. The spine-spikes that flared out from the base of its skull wereβ¦ narrower and more delicate in appearance when compared to Tazir, though Maev had little doubt they could skewer her with minimal effort. The Dragonβs muzzle was slender, fire-eyes focused intently on Maev as the two peered at each other. A Dragoness, then, if Maevβs reckoning was correct.
She tried to summon the strength to speak. It took a few tries, before she finally managed to croak out, βWho are you?β
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Post by zero on Dec 10, 2018 17:12:44 GMT -5
I'm still interested in this, but I've got finals this week. Do you mind if I respond this weekend? I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I thought I could squeeze in a response but I really need a good grade on my Thursday final. ^^' ))
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 10, 2018 22:19:34 GMT -5
[ That's totally fine. I have finals this week too ]
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Post by zero on Dec 28, 2018 8:59:01 GMT -5
o o f This weekend turned into later this month. Family is much more demanding than I thought. Do you want to continue this? )
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 28, 2018 12:54:02 GMT -5
Iβm down if you still are
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Post by zero on Dec 29, 2018 1:12:29 GMT -5
Moro shifted her body as she craned her head down to sniff the human. The scent of another dragon clung to this one like hers did to Zafer. A dragon she did not recognize the owner of the scent but this was no surprise. She hadn't spoken or even seen one of her kin since she had bonded to the human. But she knew the scent of fire and scales well. This human was a rider, whos dragon was uncomfortably absent from the area. The human gave her no time to ponder this before causing an offence.
When the other female blurted out her question, the dragoness snorted, releasing a plume of hot air and smoke. She would have a least thought a bonded human would know better than to ask a dragon's name. Usually such a question would require a gift and even then there would be no promise of an answer. To just ask outright, well, only a whelp would make this mistake. She should have not kept her hopes up for this one. She grumbled as she withdrew to let Zafer deal with this. She won't bother telling him about the female being a rider, really it would only cause him to worry more about something he could not change.
Zafer was wise enough to let Moro judge the injured women before attempting any action. He doubted there was an ounce of threat held in the broken body but he knew better than to interrupt. If he did try to approach, he would likely just get pushed back and only irate Moro even more. Not like he would. Years of experiences had taught the human to stand back and trust the dragoness. She was a better judge of character than he was, even if her evaluations were more harsh than kind.
When the female opened her mouth to question Moro, he couldn't help the flare of amusement. He didn't need to bond to tell him Moro disapproved. He wasn't sure if other dragons were different, largely because they have had the luck of avoiding other dragons, but Moro seemed to have many 'rules'. There were many times were he had caused the dragoness to give him a nip or two for a question or instruction. It was nice to see he wasn't the only one which Moro thought was rude and 'had has much schooling as a whelp barely out of its eggshell'.
Seeing as Moro thought the women was harmless enough to huff at and leave alone, Zafer approached the two. He quickly smothered any lighthearted thoughts as he reminded himself how hurt this women was and how confused she must be. Moro likely made things worse by showing her sharp teeth and gleaming, draconic eyes to a stranger who had probably never seen a dragon. They were luckily she didn't faint again or hurt herself more by attempting to get away. He placed himself in between the two in hopes of smoothing things over.
This would be his first encounter with another human in a while, he realized as he found himself staring and his mind scrambling for words. To explain themselves seemed nearly impossible. He doubted many people came across a one-armed human with a massive dragon as a traveling companion. There were dozens of questions he could answer and more he didn't want to. He wasn't sure where to start. Thankfully, Moro sent a jolt through the bolt which brought the male back to the present situation.
"We were just passing through when we found you." He said simply. It didn't answer her question but he was more concerned about the state of the female and stories not spread about a man and his unfriendly monster treating people in the woods. They did not need any trouble in their lives right now. He was hoping to at least calm the stranger, which he was starting to notice her remarkably calm state despite being awoken by something which could have killed her with ease. Shock was powerful, he quickly excused the behavior and moved on.
"I'm Zafer and this is my-my...companion." He stumbled over his words when the word dragoness almost slipped past his lips. Moro made it very clear she was not his dragon and he was not her rider until they had flown together. Without a saddle and after a couple of sad admits, he still hadn't earned the right in Moro's mind. He would not want to upset the dragoness more. There was no doubt in his mind that Moro would drag him away if she was agitated enough. "She won't hurt you if you don't hurt me or her."
"Do you know who you are?" He asked, curiosity slipping into his voice as he looked at the women.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 29, 2018 21:08:28 GMT -5
[ I will respond tomorrow ]
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 30, 2018 22:17:33 GMT -5
The Tourmaline Dragon bellowed his rage across the midnight-dark sky as he winged rapidly towards his opponent. His blazing gaze seemed to glow with magic, belly-fires thundering to life. Only a hundred feet away β one great leap as the Dragon flies β his enemy waited. Rage pumped through Tazir, beating in time with his triple-heart cardiovascular system. He could hardly hear over the blood pounding in his ears β could hardly think past the battle-rage and terror that thrashed about him with such feral intensity he was surprised he hadnβt been struck from the sky. His enemy had struck a blow deeper than anything talon or fang could bestow upon his hide. Somehow, in their first clashing, admist the rending talons and gnashing fangs, the other Dragon had managed to snap the straps that held his Riderβs saddle flush against his scales. The saddle had been designed to be resistant to fire and even a Dragonβs cutting talons, but somehow the Orange had severed the strap, nonetheless. The sight of Maev sliding from the relative safety of her place between his second and third spine-spikes, into the wide open sky that was currently the site of a battle between two Dragons, still haunted Tazir and played about in his mind on a never-ending loop.
The Tourmaline released a taunting roar, so loud that a peal of thunder cracked through the sky. He pumped his wings rapidly, accelerating to battle speed. The Orange did the same, whirling about to meet Tazirβs charge. When the two Dragons clashed, another peal of thunder-like sound shattered the silence of the night. Tazir grappled with the enemy, struggling to fend off the much larger Dragonβs attacks. Tazir was relatively small for his age, but he was just as fierce and fiery as any other Dragon. He spat a fireball in the Orangeβs muzzle, kicking out with his hind legs in an attempt to disembowel his opponent with his rear talons. Though his strike made purchase, the Orange managed to twist so that Tazirβs talons only scraped light against his scales, tearing a few free. The Orange set to cuffing Tazir about the skull, paws striking him several times. He tried to disengage, tried to kick away, but the Orange was relentless in his attacks.
A strike from the Orangeβs left paw left Tazir staggering in the sky, wings stuttering. Another strike had Tazir wheeling, trying to wing away, but talons sank into his backside and dragged him back. The Orange clobbered him about the skull again, and as Tazirβs consciousness winged away, he saw three other shapes in the distance, rapidly approaching. His only thought as the darkness swallowed him was for Maev. He saw nothing else.
The Dragonessβ great head bent towards Maev, nostrils flaring as the beast took in the womanβs scent. The Dragonessβ fire-eyes whirled and flared as she seemed to recognize something in Maevβs scent β perhaps Tazirβs own unique fire-scent. When the Dragoness processed Maevβs question, her fire-eyes shifted again, growing dark and annoyed. The pearlescent brilliance of her white scales seemed to take on an ethereal glow in the moonβs light, casting a strange shimmer about the trio. The Dragoness was rather large, perhaps even greater in size than Tazir, but Maev couldnβt really tell. The angling was off, and the pain that was still coursing through her like caustic fluid, flooding her veins and melding with her blood.
She could tell by the Dragonessβ posturing and fire-eyes that she was displeased by something, but Maev had no idea what that something was. The Dragoness huffed and puffed and then backed away, grumbling her displeasure. Maev blinked in confusion, but before she could ask what had annoyed the great beast, the human male spoke to her.
βWe were just passing through when we found you,β he told her. An answer, but yet not an answer at the same time. He was avoiding her question deliberately, if Maevβs instincts were right β and they usually were. His answer was even more unsettling; who walked about in a forest in the middle of the night β with a Dragoness, no less? Any Rider in their right mind would be in the sky, where she and Tazi had been beforeβ¦ whatever had happened. The attack, she supposed. Her sea-green gaze narrowed slightly in suspicion as she eyed the male. He was missing an arm, Maev realized briefly, before she disregarded that piece of information as rather unimportant. Sure, it was a noticeable part of his appearance, but it didnβt make him any different than another person in Maevβs mind.
βIβm Zafer,β he stated, βand this is myβ¦ my companion.β Odd choice of words. Companion? Not Dragon and Rider? Most considered it a high honor to be bonded to a Dragon, or to a Rider; to be considered a Rider was a special title, and one that very few ever failed to insert into their introductions. βRider Maevβ was how she was often referred to. Why hadnβt this man introduced himself as such? Why hadnβt he embraced the title and honor that came with his bond? Her gaze shifted back to the pearlescent Dragoness.
βIβm hardly a threat to you or her,β she stated dryly, quirking an eyebrow despite the pain and disorientation. She blinked once at his next question. Did she know who she was?
βMaev,β she told him. Something told her to keep her own Rider status a secret β for now. She winced, shifting slightly in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. She failed, of course; her body was far too battered and bruised. βMy name is Maev.β
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Post by zero on Jan 1, 2019 9:55:06 GMT -5
I just want to clear this up but is it day or night? I kinda made it day in my first post because I really couldnβt think of why my character would take walks in the night and the danger would be over, but I can go along with it being night. )
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Jan 1, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -5
( oh I thought it was night in the first post lol. My bad )
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Post by zero on Jan 4, 2019 16:48:49 GMT -5
you have thing right~ In your first post, it was night. I changed the time of day for the previously mentioned reasons. I apologize for not being clear in my post. We can go with night time. I'll reply later. )
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