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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 8:47:42 GMT -5
cross' character:
Flint Doe | 25 yrs 5'4'' or thereabouts (perhaps a little shorter), Flint is a fairly light and lean-muscled man with long legs. He has a sort of grace about him suggesting there may be some faerie in his heritage; but otherwise, he seems entirely human. His skin is a medium shade of brown, and dark freckles dot between his eyes and underneath his eyes, but nowhere else. His keen eyes are a rather pale grey in colour with dark limbal lines, and there's something knowing about them that tends to unnerve people. His ears are, perhaps, a little pointier than the average man's. Flint has a faint scar through his right eyebrow, and has has some more scars on his arms and a few dotting his torso - but nothing too serious, really. Faint and usually not noticed too often. The most notable scar he does have is a shapeless burn scar on his inner thigh, but that's never seen. His clothing tends to lean towards monochromatic colours and fairly stylish clothing; everything depends on his book. His ears are lined with small black hoops and he has a singular lobe piercing in each ear, plus a tongue piercing and a vertical labret. He has a star tattoo on his left inner wrist. Morally grey, highly intelligent and often seen as manipulative, Flint is not the sort of person that people trust easily. Though he's more likely to tell the truth than a lie, it's the way in which he twists truths and omits details that make him harder to believe. He's more interested in his own well-being than that of others', and, to be honest, he's a rather relaxed person with no real goal in life.
Alucard | semi-traditional (white) | newborn slender and small, the newborn dragon is not particularly impressive. his scales are of a pure white, and he has an elegant, slender head with small horns that seem to function more like cat-like ears, and keen grey eyes that are full of wonder. his wings are feathery, and his long tail has a feathered tip. (adult desc to come at a later date; same with personality)
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fantasy with dragons is always fun. are we thinking something eragon-esque or something else? medieval fantasy, modern fantasy? (i'm gonna tell you; modern dragons is always super fun)
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 7, 2017 12:14:08 GMT -5
Makani Favela :: Male :: Human :: Twenty
Makani is a tall, lanky young man, perhaps a little shorter than 5'8", but is stick thin and weighs a measily one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. He's dark-skinned, covered from head to toe in tiny, insignificant little scars. Many of his scars are the result of rough housing with dragons throughout his life, playing with them. All fun and games, of course, but accidents do happen and he had fallen or scratched himself often. His hair is a dark brown, messy and curling gently around his ears. Soft, intelligent green eyes are often gazing around his wonder. Makani isn't quite attractive, but neither is he unattractive, more average than anything else. Fashion-wise, he tends to prefer well-fitted jeans and plaid jackets over plain t-shirts, as well as a comfortable pair of shoes. Working with dragons all day, he had little desire for fashion. Often, Makani gives others a soft, gentle kind of impression, a sweet man who would never cause much trouble.
Quiet, timid and studious are the best ways to describe Makani. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, it's often in an extremely soft voice. He dislikes arguments and shouting, and while he does lose his temper, it's always in a quiet way. If he's upset with someone, he tends to ignore them, rather than confront them. However, he's mostly a sweet, caring man, who shows others a huge amount of compassion. Along with that, he's rather sensitive, and doesn't take insults or criticism very well.
Born and raised on the outskirts of the sanctuary, Makani's parents have been the overseers of one of the smallest sanctuaries for years. He grew up around dragons, interacting with them and learning their mannerisms. Due to this unique exposure, not only is his fascinated by the creatures, he has an unusal connection with them. At the age of five, Makani witnessed an egg hatch, and much to his parent's surprise, bonded immediately with the baby dragon.
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Scirra :: Female :: Serpentine Dragon { Blue } :: Fifteen { in human years }
Scirra is an average serpentine dragon, with a long, slender body and four short, stubby legs. Her scales are a deep, cobalt blue, with the slight glimmer all sea dragons seem to posses. The dragon's head is lean and lacks any kind of horns, but rather has large fins running down the middle of her head and down her back, ending in a forked tail covered by a fin. The fins, though a lighter blue than her scales, were slightly transparent. Her eyes are a harsh, bright amber, narrowed and slitted.
Makani's dragon is nothing like the man. She's nice, to some extent, but not nearly as sweet as her rider. Instead, she's a little cold, a little more distant from both people and other dragons. Luckily, she's a calm one, and tends to prefer lounging around to causing any trouble.
The day Scirra hatched, she also ate Makani's left shoe, before she'd squealed and jumped onto his face. The two have been inseparable ever since.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 12:46:00 GMT -5
i like the idea of them being mostly extinct! it could be that their colour represents how rare they are; with the colours you mentioned being dragons not seen in the sanctuaries. perhaps the one who works at the sanctuary has a dragon partner already, since dragons could still bond heavily to people - and then, perhaps, there's a "petrified" egg that ends up hatching for the visitor, tying their fate into that of the dragons' future. a threat could be lingering, slowly shutting down sanctuaries across the world, forcing dragons to live in the wild again and fend for themselves; something they've not had to do for a long, long time. this means that dragon/rider bonds would be essential to the survival of dragons but they're so rare that nobody knows what riders even do (following a vaguely similar basis to eragon).
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 7, 2017 13:19:35 GMT -5
Ooo, I like it! I really like the idea of the sanctuaries being threatened by some unknown danger and forced back into the wild. Dragons would have to rely solely on their partners (if they have one) for surivival or desperately search for one before it's too late. I think it'll be pretty interesting that no one really knows what riders do, that it'll be a complete mystery.
I would guess the real job of a rider would be to keep peace between dragons and humans? To help both species survive by sticking together. There could be an old legend (which could turn out to be true) of a man/woman and a dragon being the first to bond in order to save their own respective people.
So, in terms of rarity, it could go like this:
Black: Super Rare Gold: Super Rare Silver: Super Rare Multi-colored: Super Rare Bronze/Copper: Rare White: Rare Red: Rare Pink: Uncommon Purple/Violet: Uncommon Blue: Uncommon Green: Common Yellow: Common Orange: Common Brown: Common
Would you like the character who finds the petrified egg? I'm perfectly fine with either. I'm interested to see how this plot goes.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 13:42:44 GMT -5
it'll be like - no-one's there to teach the new riders what to do, nothing can prepare the chosen riders for what they have to do. they're on their own and all they have is their dragon. it's interesting & makes for a good bonding experience
maybe!! i think maybe it's more of the rider's job to protect? perhaps like a sort of military unit; but that would be waay later. i like the idea of a legend, though. that sounds cool.
that looks like a good list! i like it. are we going by real countries or a made-up world? if real, i feel like red should be rare considering some legends about red dragons <: and by some, i mean. well. the welsh legends, naturally. same with white, but that's already rare so nbd.
sure, i'd be chill for that!
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 7, 2017 14:01:10 GMT -5
Oooh, I see. That sounds like it'll be great! I can imagine a plot like this being very in-depth and a lot of fun. Yeah, I just like the idea of throwing in some lore and legends of the first dragon rider or of heroic ones. I can definitely see the dragon riders acting as a kind of military for later on in the plot.
I was thinking in the real world. I went ahead and edited my previous post to make red rare, too, because that would definitely make sense. A lot of cultures, including Welsh, saw red dragons as greatly important beings in their societies. We could also include a "breed" difference in dragons, if that were the case, like how western and chinese dragons don't look the same. Sea serpents and wyverns could also be included. The color scale would apply the for all of them.
Great! I'll take the sanctuary helper, then. The character I picked is a shy, sweet baby who just wants to love dragons in peace. His dragon will probably be more serpent-like, long and slender, and I'm thinking they'll either be blue or brown? I can't decide if it would be better for him to have a slightly uncommon one or one that's super easy to find.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 14:15:44 GMT -5
i love lore in plots so this is my jam, tbh. especially when it comes to building up entire societies based around dragons; sooner or later, things will change. maybe due to the existence of dragons, there's also other mythological creatures, and hence, cities tend to be smaller or have more forestry around/in them; to keep the mythological beings safer and co-exist with human better?
naisu naisu!! oh yeah, the red vs white dragon thing is super important (the red won). that's a good idea! i think it's best to keep the eastern dragon as they are; gods. hence, eastern dragons aren't linked with western dragons & they can't be ridden (or even communicated with); but they're definitely interesting to have in as a sort of "look at this type vs this type". dragons that are only similar in name (': i like the idea of including sea serpent types and wyverns, too!
ayy, nice. i'm not sure what to do with mine orz petrified dragon egg could be anything; i'm thinking i'll have it be a semi-traditional dragon, but i have no idea of what scale colour it should have. any suggestions? i think blue would be cool for yours, for the sea aspect <: the character i have in mind is fairly morally grey; logical and strategic. they're not too interested in conflict but they can see the benefits of it and tbh, they enjoy drawing and writing about mythological beings so they might have that sort of tuning, but i'm not quite sure yet. either way, they're quite a dubious person to be around since it's like "do they care? or are they just here because they're curious?"
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 7, 2017 15:53:51 GMT -5
Yeah! I absolutely love adding in lore and backstory to the roleplays I join. It gives the plot a greater sense of depth and really helps with all the world-building. It's so fun to create a world, even one that's technically set in the real world. Your idea would be great to add to the overall plot! I'd love to see various other creatures and how they interact with the humans and the rest of the world.
Definitely a good idea. Having dragons that no one can ride or talk to makes a lot of sense in a world like this. I would say that if someone went looking for one, they'd probably be punished even if they didn't find or encounter one, just because of how sacred they'd be.
Blue does sound like a good color, since his dragon is more on the serpent-esque side. As for your character's dragon, maybe something rare, like white or bronze? Morally gray characters can be awesome, tbh. My character has a little more of a "violence doesn't solve anything" kind of attitude. He doesn't like to fight, but dislikes it the most when humans try to harm dragons. Basically, he's dedicated his whole life to the sanctuary, to watching over them. Dragons are literally his biggest passion.
Btw, were you interested in adding romance to the rp or no? I'm fine with it either way, as I usually just see where it goes, but I thought I'd ask. C:
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 16:53:33 GMT -5
in a fantasy plot, it's like...well, a fantastical element. i like it a lot, and i enjoy lore as a whole (even in things i never roleplay) so it's just super enjoyable to make up world things, yknow? hell yeah hell yeah. maybe some are unknown and others are known, the ones that are known likely being in protection (like dragons in sanctuaries) due to previous human error. sort of like the endangered animals list.
it adds this sort of mystery & i like it (':
hell yeah for blue dragons! and ooh, good idea. i might go for white. might be interesting! aha, your character sounds interesting do you wanna do character sheets?
ahh i usually see how things go in-rp? i've never actually plotted out romance - if the characters have chemistry then it happens, yknow?
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 7, 2017 19:10:31 GMT -5
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Ooo, I like the sound of sanctuaries for other creatures. I think it will add a lot to the roleplay, especially as we go along. There could be creatures as simple as shapeshifters to more mythological ones like sirens and fairies. Maybe even witches or magic users.
Sure! We can do character sheets. Might keep everything a little more organized, too.
That's perfectly fine! I don't usually plan out romance, either. I just like to see where the plot takes everyone. I do love side characters, though, as I think they add a lot to the roleplay.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 21:29:06 GMT -5
hell yeah hell yeah. some of them could be more like animal sanctuaries (more so in the case of water horses, and other animal-based mythos) but others could just be as simple as warded land, not even watched over by humans aside from the borders. it makes for interesting conflict.
yep yep, i'll work on mine...sometime tonight.
ye, i tend to use side characters just bc they're fun to have and handy for hard-to-rp spots, nbd.
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 8, 2017 14:11:25 GMT -5
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Omg, his dragon's name is Alucard! I love it!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 14:17:26 GMT -5
castlevania is laifu (and alucard is just a cool name, gotta love it)
<: do we need to figure out anything else?
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 8, 2017 14:20:58 GMT -5
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That it is. Alucard is an awesome name. C:
And I don't think so. I think we've got all the basics figured out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 14:23:13 GMT -5
im glad we agree hell yeah hell yeah
alright, awesome! wait hold up should flint find the petrified egg in the sanctuary (maybe it's on display) or maybe he finds it and goes to the sanctuary because it's hatching? or something orz
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 8, 2017 14:25:37 GMT -5
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Ooo, I like the idea of him finding the egg and bringing it to the sanctuary as it hatches. I can see Makani being upset because the egg hadn't been in a sanctuary to begin with and distrusting him at first.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 14:27:26 GMT -5
alrighty!! would you like me to do the starter? it might end up a little long bc i. love dragons so much BUT i'll try to chill a little orz
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 8, 2017 14:29:54 GMT -5
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Sure, that would be great!
And long posts are great, so no worries! As long as you're having fun, am I right? C;
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 14:34:38 GMT -5
hell yeah hell yeah i'll finish up what i'm doing & then i'll get right on the starter!
edit: i'll have to do it later, when i come back orz
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 8, 2017 17:30:04 GMT -5
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That's fine. Take your time!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 16:00:26 GMT -5
He wasn't interested in much more than a simple life, really. For most of his life, he'd been in the background, had been dismissed as just another orphan. Just another kid, lost in the foster system. There were people who pitied him, but he didn't care about that. Didn't care about much; he inserted himself into situations that he thought were interesting, and often dropped out if he got bored. He was simpler than people expected, had no real needs or wants.
On calm days, when he wasn't busy, he liked to walk through the nearby forest. It wasn't sanctuary-covered, and it was quiet, calm. Even with the idle whispers from those that lived within, he could have time alone and go over his thoughts. It was one of the few places he truly found himself treasuring; a place he cared about more than he cared about himself. A feat, in itself.
A simple life. It wasn't much to ask for, nor was it something he wanted to stray from. He didn't mind his job, he didn't mind his home, he didn't mind anything. As long as there was food on the table and he had time to himself, he couldn't care less. There were people who thought he ought to pay more attention to the things around him - you're supposed to be in-tune with nature or whatever - but for the most part, they left him alone and he left them alone. It was a silent agreement that those around him came to with him, and he appreciated it. Being left to his own devices was, really, the safest option.
Perhaps it was because of this simple life that Flint did not expect anything to happen to him in the course of his life.
The stone was a pale white-grey and sat underneath a tree. At one point, it might've been nestled comfortably; but as it currently was, grass started partially covering it, and some moss managed to cover the surface. He wasn't quite sure what drew him to it, but he approached it and carefully began to push away the weeds and moss, moving the stone (which was much heavier than anticipated) away from where it had been. He settled it on his lap and looked over it curiously. It was a pretty thing - opalescent, almost. The surface was rather smooth and warm and, really, it didn't have much business here in the forest, where everything was darker and colder. By some compulsion, he took it home with him. It was just one of those things; where his brain told him it was a good thing to do - not for other people, but for his curiosity. Maybe he'd learn something, or maybe it was just pretty. Either way, he won in both situations.
Nothing happened for days, and Flint decided that it was likely just a pretty stone. He went about his normal life with the pretty stone sitting in his chair, and he thought that that would be it. He'd find a place for the stone (because, really, he liked it) - and then he'd resume life without looking at it, most likely.
It was some time during the middle of the night that he heard the little crackling sound. He had been playing a game, but upon hearing the noise, he went to investigate - why wouldn't he?
A dark line ran through the stone, though he could barely see it in the darkness. Instead of turning on a light, he picked up the stone and sat down in his chair, setting the stone on his lap and lighting a cigarette. The glow was enough to see the lines of cracks here and there, and, even further, a shape.
Flint was not a stupid man, but there was not much he could do now but wait for the egg to hatch. While he wasn't quite sure what it was, he did know that a creature would emerge - which sanctuary he went to wholly depended on what it would be. He wasn't sure why he'd been attracted to the stone at first, but now, he supposed, it made sense. Some unhatched creatures needed certain conditions to hatch under. There was only one distinct species he knew that could call out to people, but...he decided not to think about that. It was better to try and see what he could do here and now rather than what he could've done to prevent an experience like this - but then again, would he really have avoided it, if he'd known? Probably not. He was a curious man and things like this...they just didn't happen anymore. Sanctuaries often managed to gather up any eggs from feral dragons, but it wasn't...entirely unheard of for them to miss one or two. It was just unheard of for the eggs to be alive; they were usually petrified. At most, that's what he would've assumed it would've been.
But the warmth coming from the egg told him that it wasn't, and so he sat and waited for the baby, deciding it would be safer to take the newborn to the sanctuary nearby rather than make it anxious by moving it without it knowing where it was going. He'd heard that they could die from anxiety while in the egg, or something. He didn't know. There were only so many books on dragon care, and he'd never been to any dragon sanctuaries to learn more.
Morning came far too slowly, and at some point, Flint had dozed off in his chair, one arm curled around the hatching egg. He was woken by a small, hungry chirp.
It wasn't every day that someone woke up to a little creature laying in their lap, but, with the remains of its shell around it, a little dragon sat, as innocent as a kitten. Its head was tilted to the side and it chirped again, this time angrier - and, though Flint wasn't sure how often they needed to eat, he decided that a meal for it would be a good idea before he took it to the sanctuary. The little thing didn't want to leave his arms, so he carried it into the kitchen and rummaged in the fridge - until, of course, the tiny white creature pounced in and decided to help itself to leftover chicken and raw eggs. It didn't stop there, either - it clicked in a demanding manner at a pack of raw bacon, and, once Flint opened it, it devoured that, too.
Seemingly content with everything it had eaten, the dragon settled back in Flint's arms and paid no more attention to the now half-empty fridge.
"You're a pain already," he told the white dragon, who grumbled softly in his arms. With one foot, he closed the fridge and moved to the living room to settle the now-sleeping baby on the chair, before going to change his clothes. Once that was done, he grabbed a blanket and settled the dragon into it, picking up the pieces of eggshell and putting that into a small plastic bag to go into his shoulder bag. He put that at the bottom and nestled the little dragon into the shoulder-bag, ensuring that the sides were sufficiently surrounded by the blanket - and thus a gentle, soft nest for the little one to rest in.
Flint reached the nearest sanctuary by mid-morning, which was not an easy feat considering he had to use public transport - but he made do. Once there, they directed him to a room where he was supposed to wait for a dragon specialist, or something. He wondered idly if he was in trouble, but...he doubted it. It wasn't illegal to accidentally hatch a dragon; it was illegal to not report a dragon to a sanctuary. At least he was reporting it, he supposed.
He looked down as the little white dragon poked its head up, and found himself smiling faintly as he ran a finger down its nose. It was a pretty little thing, that was for sure. Already, he supposed he quite liked it. "You're a pain," he repeated his words from early, to which the dragon simply chirped happily and climbed onto his lap.
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 10, 2017 20:03:25 GMT -5
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All that Makani ever wanted in life was to spend as much time as he could with dragons. Such strange, mysterious creatures. Beautiful in so many ways, yet also dangerous and capable of so much destruction. Ironically, humans were the ones who had hurt dragons. Poaching and hunting for fun had caused their numbers to drop drastically, until such small numbers had been scattered across the world. Here, in the Eastern Sanctuary, there were less than thirty dragons to date.
He loved dragons. From the time he set eyes on them, at less than a year old, he had fallen head over heels in love. The committee in charge of endangered creatures had disapproved of the way Makani's parents had let him run free across the sanctuary. Not in concern for the boy's safety, but rather in fear that he would somehow harm the dragons. As soon as he learned to walk, his parents had mostly left him on his own. Of course they checked up on him every now and then, warned him to stay away from certain areas, but he had been given almost complete freedom to do whatever he wanted within the sanctuary. It was a privilege that many people would kill for and one he certainly didn't take for granted. Many of his earliest days he'd spent cuddled up to the belly of Riker, an elderly male dragon, fast asleep against his warm scales. If not asleep, he would play and splash around in the streams with the younger ones, cling to their tails as they walked and squealed.
Of course, not all the dragons had treated him with such kindness. One in particular, a rather vicious green female rescued from an illegal owner, had snapped at his arm when he was four. Makani had screamed in pain, because while the wound had been small and shallow, it had hurt and surprised him. He didn't remember much of that night, but what his parents had told him had always left him speechless: through his tears and snot, he'd cried not in fear, but rather for the dragon. Wouldn't stop screaming until they had put him near her. She'd hissed and growled, sharp teeth bared, tail lashing and...had stopped, the moment he pressed his lips to her scarred muzzle. From that moment on, his parents had known that something about Makani was different.
He had a gift with dragons.
No other animals or creatures connected with him in quite the same way. Not cats or dogs, not birds or tigers. He understood dragons like no one his parents had ever encountered in their whole life.
One cold winter morning, just after his fifth birthday, a woman had brought an egg into the sanctuary to be cared for. His parents had thought it was long dead, abandoned by its mother, and were prepared to bury it like most petrified dragon eggs were. Some places put them on display in museums, but not this one. They buried them like they would any other creature, like they would a human, even going as far as to give them names out of respect and gravestones if they could afford it. This particular reserve treated dragons in a much more personal manner, felt a stronger connection to the beasts they cared for. That little dragon egg, a brilliant sapphire that glimmered like a jewel under soft orange lights, had called out to Makani. He'd argued with his parents about burying it, threw a tantrum that would have put other five-year-olds to shame, until he had gotten his way.
That egg had spoken to him.
Makani, from what he could remember, had woken with the egg pressed against his stomach. Nestled into his body, warm to the touch on his skin. One small crack had turned into two, then three, and in silent fascination he had witnessed his first hatchling come into the world. A gorgeous little thing, so blue and slender, a creature suited best for the water and deep seas. Their eyes had met, and when he stared into the dragon's gaze, he instinctively knew he would never be the same. A silent bond and entwined the two together for the rest of their lives. Then, of course, the snotty little creature had fallen off the bed and devoured his shoe. When he'd squealed in dismay, she'd flung herself at his face and licked his nose. Ever since that day, he and Scirra had become inseparable.
Now that Makani had grown older, bigger and wiser, he could contribute a little more to the sanctuary than just keeping the dragons entertained. He had spent his whole childhood learning their habits and mannerisms, what every little twitch of their ears or flick of their tails meant. Every dragon was different, of course, but for him it never took long to learn their quirks and habits, what kind of unique personality they had. Other employees, as well as his own family, referred to him as a specialist. Makani had read every book in dragons hundreds of times---now he wrote his own journals, recorded information no one ever had before. Although, he kept those journals safely hidden away in his own bedroom. Would probably never publish them, for the safety of his draconian friends. Mostly, his job consisted of caring for injured dragons, as he enjoyed being able to nurse them back to health. Only every now and then did he get to handle hatchlings, despite how much he loved the little babies.
Makani had been out in the field, covered in mud and dirt, when Garret had rushed to him from down the path, yelling hoarsely, "Makki! Makki! An egg!"
Arms filled with hay and straw, Makani had tilted his head and stared. "Pardon?"
"An...an egg," Garret repeated, stopped to rest, hands on his knees. He panted from the effort of running across the preserve, from the gate all the way out here. "A man...brought..."
Garret needed to say no more. The joy that lit up Makani's face would have been enough to light up a dark room, as he dropped the hay and whistled loudly using his fingers. "Scirra! We've got a little one!" He exclaimed with a laugh, waited as the sea dragon appeared from the depths of the nearby lake, water spraying from her body. Without caring that she was soaking wet, he clambered onto her back the moment she was close enough, and held on tight. Scirra, while less excited than he, didn't hesitate to hurry over to him. She didn't enjoy being around other dragons much, nor people besides Makani, but rarely disobeyed the young man.
The doors to the waiting room opened softly, however, as the two arrived.Makani paid little attention to Flint, as his eyes immediately drifted down to the hatchling settled into his lap. He smile gently. "Why, hello," he said, knelt down to get a better look. A white dragon. He had only ever seen a couple in his life, both fully grown adults. "Wow, you're a beauty, aren't you? So pretty." With slow, easy movements, he reached out to let the little creature sniff his fingers. Then, Makani petted his snout, eyes soft. "Hi, little one."
Scirra, unable to fit into the room, poked her head inside to watch. While one of the smaller species of dragons, the length of her body spanned over thirty feet and the width nearly eleven or twelve. Not even fully grown, either, and still very much a baby. Amber eyes, dark with slight apprehension and narrowed, never left Flint. She didn't even glance at the baby in his lap, just watched as she laid her head on her clawed front feet.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 20:25:05 GMT -5
Dragon babies (hatchlings? He wasn't sure what to call them) seemed to be more energetic; more like a month old kitten than a newborn. It waved its tail lazily back and forth and nipped at his fingers gently, though seemed to accept when it wasn't allowed to do that. From time to time, it chirped softly at him, nipping at his chin as if it were demanding something - but he didn't know what it wanted from him. Maybe it was already hungry - but he didn't have any food on him. Wait, no. That wasn't it. It just seemed to want his attention, seeming as it practically glowed whenever he looked at it.
When the stranger entered the room, the little dragon tensed and bared its fangs, which were surprisingly large considering how...little and delicate it was. He wondered if it would calm down - the scales along its back shuffled a little, like it was trying to raise them but couldn't quite. Instead, the fluff of its tail fluffed up and it fluttered its tiny, down-feathered wings in an aggressive motion. Flint watched the stranger semi-cautiously, absently found himself pressing his thumb against the baby dragon's side. It leaned against him and, though it kept its teeth bared at the stranger, it seemed a little comforted.
When its snout was petted, the baby sneezed and shook its head, before shifting backwards and settling closer against Flint's belly - but Flint paid little attention to this, instead flicking his gaze up to the head of the dragon in the doorway, and, despite himself, he felt himself tense. Seeming to sense this, the white dragon on his lap scrambled up onto his shoulder and fluffed up its wings, as if to try to scare the other dragon away. Despite everything, Flint smiled and reached up to gently bring the little creature back into his lap.
"It - he? I'm not sure. I thought he was a stone, I guess. He finished hatching this morning and then proceeded to eat my entire fridge," he moved his hand, only for the little dragon to follow it with his head, little tongue flicking out as if to try to catch the hand. "...Is it safe for dragons to eat raw eggs and bacon?"
It was a thought that had sort-of only just come to his mind. Wait. Would he even be allowed to keep the baby? He doubted it; dragons were endangered, and he'd come here to sort-of see what he had to do with it. Maybe he was just feeling all paternal, considering the little baby hadn't left his side. As it was, the little dragon had already started trying to worm his way underneath Flint's jacket.
[ sorry for short post orz ]
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 11, 2017 22:00:26 GMT -5
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It's fine, no worries!
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。o○ Mαкαиι ◈ Fℓιит ○o。 ↬Eαѕтєяи Dяαgσи Sαи¢тυαяу↫
Makani showed no fear as the little white dragon bared his surprisingly sharp fangs at him. Scirra didn't quite like that, though, and narrowed her eyes with a heavy, loud exhale, a bit of a warning. A defensive gesture, especially with the way the little one curled himself into the man's lap. He laughed when the tiny creature sneezed, covering his mouth with one hand. The dragon couldn't have been too old and was easily identifiable as a male, too, as female dragons were known to have wickedly long claws, even at birth. He remembered vividly how Scirra had clawed at his bedsheets in the days after her hatching. Ruined practically everything in the room that way, though mostly by accident, as she had only wanted to cling to Makani's side.
"He's a male," Makani confirmed with a warm, if a bit shy, smile touching his lips. Ah, so the little dragon had only hatched this morning, as he had suspected. Made perfect sense, considering the way the little one hadn't once strayed from Flint. Some hatchlings were born with a strong sense of curiosity, but most preferred to cling to their mothers---or in this case, the person present for their hatching. Scirra had done it with him for nearly the first three weeks, and even as she grew older, she didn't often stray too far.
Raw eggs and bacon? That's what this man had fed a baby dragon? Better than what Scirra had eaten as a baby. Makani let out a tiny chuckle and waved his hand a little, speaking in a soft voice. "Yes, that's fine. It'll take more than raw eggs and bacon to make a dragon ill," he reassured him. Not too different from what they fed their own dragons, at any rate. The standard diet of a dragon nowadays consisted of buffalo meet and ostrich eggs---things big enough to satisfy the ravenous hunger of a growing dragon. "My dragon ate a shoe after she hatched."
Scirra let out a deep grumble at his words, eyes narrowing a little. Not a fan of that story, as true as it was. Upon seeing the little white dragon spread its wings in an attempt to intimidate her, she let out a low, purr-like rumble. Quiet and soothing, a sound rather similar to a laugh. Most adolescent dragons weren't allowed around hatchlings, as it could be dangerous, but Scirra had met many before. Most dragons could be quite territorial when it came to new hatchlings (or in Scirra's case, a little more motherly).
"Fiesty little thing, aren't you?" Makani cooed to the hatchling, and while he did need to examine him for any signs of illness or defects (as were common in abandoned eggs), he also didn't want to snatch him away from Flint. That could startle the poor thing. Not to mention, he seemed rather attached to the man, and oddly... Was the dragon glowing? No, it couldn't...but it was. Makani knew that glow, though he hadn't seen it in over fifteen years, not since...
Makani fell silent for a long moment, eyebrows furrowed as he glanced from Flint, to the dragon, the back again. "...Who are you?" He asked Flint, his voice calm, but in his tone was a mixture of fascination and wariness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 22:37:24 GMT -5
The confirmation that the dragon was male was good - he was glad. Don't name him, don't get attached, he told himself, even as the baby batted at his hand. It was a subconscious decision to ease the little one by running his fingers over the downy fluff that covered his wings, and he wondered how bad it would be when his adult feathers grew in. Rather bad, considering the down fluff on his tail, too. He smiled faintly as the thing chirped and rolled over again, seeming to be content with batting at and playing with his fingers, similar to how a kitten would. It was funny; those little horns - perhaps more like ears - reminded him of a cat, too.
Logically, though, Flint knew that he'd turn into a giant beast. It already felt like he'd doubled in size in the morning alone - but he'd heard that dragons grew fairly quickly, and he decided not to question it. He was glad that raw eggs and bacon was safe, at least; and smiled apologetically as he glanced up again.
"I opened the fridge and he dived in," he murmured, "as if it was his...a shoe, though," he considered this thoughtfully. "Well. I have one pair of shoes, so I'm glad he didn't decide to eat one of them," he looked down at the dragon, wondered if he was even big enough to eat one of his boots. Probably.
The dragon in his lap chirped again at the rumble of the older dragon, seemingly pleased with himself, as if he'd...scared her, though Flint highly doubted that was the case. He didn't question it, and instead looked back down and huffed lightly as the baby jumped up and settled himself over his shoulders, tail curling idly around Flint's neck. It felt like a necklace, and the dragon wasn't too heavy. He just hoped that he wouldn't get into this habit.
"My name's Flint Doe," he reached up one hand to ensure that the little one didn't fall, and was rewarded with a slender muzzle pressed against the palm of his hand, a warm, soft breath against it. It wasn't unpleasant. "I'm a baker."
Simple and to the point. He didn't see any reasons to lie, and that was who he was. He shifted his weight a little and carefully moved the sleepy baby dragon from his shoulders to his lap, watching as he curled up against his stomach and dozed off, quite content. Flint wasn't sure what to do with a creature as small and delicate-looking as this. He had so much trust, so much adoration - and all in the span of a few hours. Admittedly, Flint would have to replace half of his fridge, but...he found that he was surprisingly okay with that.
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 11, 2017 23:59:52 GMT -5
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。o○ Mαкαиι ◈ Fℓιит ○o。 ↬Eαѕтєяи Dяαgσи Sαи¢тυαяу↫
A baker. A baker, of all people... Makani could hardly believe it. Of course, not everyone could grow up around such wonderful creatures. Not every parent could give their kid such an amazing opportunity. Still, it surprised him that this man, out of everyone in the whole area, had been the one to find a dragon egg, of all things.
Makani could only call it destiny.
"Flint...Doe," the dragon expert repeated in a soft murmured, glanced between Flint and his little hatchling. Yes, Flint's hatchling. There was no doubt about the implications of that subtle glowing. It had happened to Makani personally, every single book mentioned it in some way---though only vaguely. No textbook carried much information on the topic, but he knew. He what he meant just like he knew how to walk and talk and breathe. He just didn't know how to quite explain it to the man right now. A long stretch of silence passed, Makani's arms folded rather tensely over his chest, never taking his eyes off the pair.
He's like Scirra and I. She glowed like that when she hatched, too. I remember how nice it felt to hold her, how I never wanted to let her go. Screamed when mom tried to take her away. Flint gazed at the dragon so affectionately, with a deep admiration that Makani could understand. Could respect, even. He loved all dragons, but his love for Scirra could not be rivaled by any other creature in the world.
A short huff from Scirra snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned to find her sharp amber eyes quietly observing him. The fins along the top of her head ruffled a bit, flattened themselves down. It looked almost aggressive at first, but practice would show that it was quite the opposite. The gesture was more related to concern. A tense kind of worry. She had sensed his anxiety, as always.
"My name is Makani Favela," he introduced himself at last, perhaps a bit too quietly to be seen as confident. Now that the excitement of a baby dragon had passed (not really, but more like his mind had settled a bit), he felt the nervousness that came with speaking to strangers slowly trickling back in. "I'm, um. I'm a, uh, specialist here. At the dragon sanctuary. I study dragons." Okay, that was a dumb way to put it, and Scirra's light rumblings had his cheeks turning a bit red. He shot her a small frown, though it didn't seem to phase her.
"So you... Did... Was the..." Makani stumbled over his words for a moment, paused and took a second to breathe, then tried again. He hated the way talking to others made him feel. Dragons were so much different. He could talk to them for hours and never feel nervous, not even when they bared their fangs at him in hostility. Yet with people, he struggled to get a single sentence out. "Where, um, did you find the egg? Were...there any other dragons around? Any other eggs?"
White dragons were rare and they didn't just fall from the sky. Not just any dragon could lay an egg that would become a rare-colored hatchling. Either the mother or father, though most likely the mother, had to have been white. Which meant that somewhere close by, there was a wild, rare dragon flying around unsupervised. Possibly a smuggled one that had escaped from its captor, perhaps an illegal breeder. If that were the case, it only meant more trouble for the sanctuary and that Makani would absolutely have to go find this hatchling's mother.
That is, if she was still around. There was no telling how long it had been since she's laid her eggs nor when she had abandoned them. Incubation times varied from clutch to clutch and each breed was different. This little one looked to be of the feathered variety, though, and they could take anywhere from five to seven months to hatch.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 19:30:12 GMT -5
Though he felt a little judged, Flint didn't really care. He absently ran his fingers over the soft fluff of the dragon's wings, watched as it chirped sleepily. It was like a baby bird, almost - just bigger, and a little more catlike, he supposed. The weight was surprisingly comforting in his lap, though he knew that the dragon would grow. He wasn't sure how fast they grew, but he hadn't heard of a dragon that was like a lapdog or cat.
Makani Favela. A specialist; though he hadn't doubted that. Surely...most dragon sanctuary hands were specialists in dragons, but he decided not to voice it. The dude didn't seem too good with people and sure, Flint could sympathise - so he didn't point it out, instead flicking his gaze up when asked the question. It was something he'd anticipated being asked, so he didn't mind it.
"There's a Fae forest, just north of here," he said lightly. The location of Fae forests weren't well-known to people, and hell, they usually weren't frequented by anything but fantastical beings, but this was a sanctuary and as such, it didn't matter. "The egg was underneath a tree, covered in moss and partially covered by the earth. I thought it was a stone, that's why I picked it up," he shrugged lightly. "It was just pretty."
On his lap, the baby shifted his weight and grumbled softly, seeming to have woken himself up. He stood up and shook himself out, stood on his hindlegs for only a moment before he dropped back to all fours, tail lashing back and forth. He seemed to settle when Flint gently brushed against him.
"His egg was very cold. Even if I'd known it was an egg, I would've thought that it was petrified, I suppose. It looked like it had been there for so long that it had just...given up."
Though he wasn't well-versed in dragons, he had basic knowledge, at least. That was what happened when his family were invested in that sort of thing - he'd broken apart from them, but the knowledge wasn't something forgotten. Flint had a strong memory, so...well. It was only natural that his brain kept knowledge from time to time, things that were utterly useless to him in his daily life. To be honest, it hadn't just been a surprise that the stone had been an egg - it was more of a surprise that the dragon had been alive.
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 13, 2017 22:21:59 GMT -5
( Heeey. Had a really busy day, sorry, so I won't get a reply out until tomorrow. )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 14:27:16 GMT -5
all's chill, take ur time
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 16, 2017 11:42:28 GMT -5
( Slowly working on that reply. C': )
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