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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 12:54:31 GMT -5
Writing Style-
I normally write a paragraph or more, consisting of 8+ sentences, also could be more. It depends on how my muse is and how my partner replies to my posts. Just NO one or even three liner posts! I need content to reply to and keep the story moving. I like to have your input on plots, so feel free to suggest what you think makes sense or makes our RP more fun.
As for character description, I will leave that to you. You can do a form, face-claim, or describe as we RP. (Your guy is the 'sub or uke' in the relationship.) ----------------------------------
Plot- Your charrie is a prince and he was walking through the forest after an argument with his husband when he stumbles ago an adult dragon! A dragon? Such creatures vanished many millennia ago, though they are still revered as honorable beings. After coming out of his initial shock he hears the dragon's voice inside his mind telling him that he was a male one and that his left wing was badly torn. From that point on your guy decides to care for the injured creature. However, he knows he must keep his new friend a secret because his husband was a dragon slayer. But what will happen when he falls for the dragon and then his husband finds out that he has been helping a dragon out?
[Important- Your guy can be of creature blood or a just a human with powers if you'd like. Also my guy is also a prince but doesn't initially tell your guy. Oh and he can take on a human form but again, your guy does not know this.]
Name: Kalzriess, Dragon Lord of the Skies Age: Unknown Place of Birth(Optional): Jialexus Realm of the Dragons Gender: Male Species/Racial Origin: Full-blooded Dragon Appearance/Description: Human form- Kalzriess is built enormously tall, broad, and muscled everywhere. His skin is a dark tan from all the hours of sparring and just being outside, he was known for taking his paperwork outside and sitting beneath a tree and filling it out there. Large jagged to tiny scratch like scars littered the warrior king's body. The dragon has long white hair that is usually tied back, as to not fall into his face. Kal's eyes are a dark topaz blue with flecks of red dancing in them. Burned into his skin are different ancient languages. He also has tattoos of the four main elements. Dragon form- Large dark blue, almost black scales, with a few darker green scales littered about. His eyes are blood red. Claws are black with the very tips of them white. Personality/Attitude: The king is at first glance the strong silent type. In truth, he is very talkative and warm. His eyes tend to give away his emotions, whether they are happiness or anger. Kalzriess loves to laugh and smile, and so inspires others to do the same. But, when the time comes, the King can be extremely serious and icy. Especially if you threaten the ones he cares for. The best advice one could have is don’t cross the dragon king, for he is unforgiving if you push him too far. That said, he is shockingly gentle and soft-hearted if you manage to capture his heart. Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: His mother and father are unknown, Kal himself is the very ancient first king of Dragons. Any knowledge of his parents is a secret. He does have a younger sister who is only three years younger, named Sirro. Kalzriess also has two abnormally large pets, a snow white panther (Mallora) and a pure black wolf (Vultos). Hobbies/Interests: Loves the outdoors is there every moment he can be. Enjoys sparring. Is a sucker for cute things and baking. Philosophy of Life: “There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.” - Albert Camus Education/Special Training: Extensive swordplay, multiple languages, certain types of magic (mostly elemental) Other: N/A
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Starter Post~
Blood. Screams. The sound of steel on steel. Heat. The silver eyed figure was like a whirlwind, a never stopping killing machine. His two sword were coated in blood and his armor in the same condition. After having another enemy fall before his eyes, he breathed heavily, sweating trickling down his face. Shaking his head, he swiped at his face then he looked around at the carnage he left behind and all the other still fighting. It seemed like they were doing well. Shortly nodding to himself, he glanced to the sky and saw large beasts slamming into each other and bursts of fire filling the smoky sky. His eyes glowed brilliantly then his entirely body shifted into a form thrice bigger than his human form. Lifting off, he tore into the sky and took out many enemies alongside his fellow comrades. As he flew he felt a strange tug on his magic, then with a loud bang! A portal opened...
Kalzriess jerked awake, his entire body felt heavy. Blurred eyes slowly moved but nothing became clear. A bit worried now, he tried to lift his head only to be unable to, at that point he realized that he was still in his dragon form. Then of course that was when he felt the pain that tore through his body, but it mainly throbbed on his left wing. That was never good. Sighing mentally, he blinked rapidly hoping it would clear the blurriness. Slowly it helped and he scanned his surroundings. A forest. Late evening from how the shadows were positioned. Definitely not in homeland. Okay.
Kalzriess pushed the dread swelling in his belly away and he carefully turned his neck to see how badly his wing was injured. Blood stained and still fell from the multiple wounds on his wing. Wincing at the sight of it, he took note that at least his wing wasn't broken, right? Hesitantly he tried to lift his wing and yet it did not move, not even an inch. Groaning quietly, he laid his head on the ground, wondering what he was going to do.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 0:20:50 GMT -5
(Bump)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 12, 2019 22:35:40 GMT -5
( hello!! i would certainly love to do this plot with you! i'm always a sucker for dragons and fantasy c: )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 23:43:22 GMT -5
(Awesome! I was hoping that someone would want to. XD I adore dragons)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 13, 2019 0:11:41 GMT -5
( honestly, you don't have a good sense of imagination or a childhood if you don't believe in/love dragons, imo lmaooo )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 0:24:32 GMT -5
(I totally agree. )
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 13, 2019 0:35:00 GMT -5
( happy to hear that we both agree c;
i'll probably post a character description because i just prefer for the person who i'm roleplaying with to know a little bit about my character y'know?
and i'll also try to get a response up tonight as well! unsure because i am a bit tired so we shall see ! )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 0:39:18 GMT -5
(That I do understand. I've always preferred write out a description in either paragraph form or using a character sheet. Helps me a lot to keep track of my character and what they are like and whatnot.
Okay, no problem. Take your time. I'm probably going to head to bed soon myself.)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 13, 2019 1:07:35 GMT -5
arien zypheryl- - 25 years old | prince of the ominxcion region of pure magic descent x - x - x - x physical characteristics- stands at around 5'8"- skin is fairly pale with a slight, healthy golden tone- naturally has a thin build with a strong jawline. - has a graceful air about him, especially when he walks (he is a prince of course)- his ebony hair is soft to the touch and has bangs that lightly brush over his eyes if not style upwards- soft hazel eyes are framed by long eyelashes. appears to be a bit feminine with his plump pink lips- his facial features will always make him look younger than he appears and is often seen as beautiful, not handsome personality- a gentle and quiet individual who rarely resorts to violence to solve a problem, means no harm and can barely lift a hand to hurt a fly (unless someone he cares for immensely is in danger) - has a warm heart and has the purest of intentions - can act bratty and spoiled at times, especially when things do not go according to his plans - a crybaby at times - sometimes finds it difficult to apologize and say that he is in the wrong- has a voice that is somewhat musical and speaks with a tone that demands the utmost and immediate attention - loves being held and pampered, pretty much to the extent of being babied background- his marriage with his husband was arranged, of course, and he had no say in the entire process - unhappy with the fact that he had to move to live with the said husband and tries to busy himself by reading, taking walks in the garden, and ditching his guards to wander around the city and forest to feel like a normal citizen, even if it is for just a few hours - still has contact with his parents, mostly his mother, and receives letters from home every month or so - loves animals and every other living creature, absolutely adores fluffy things - enjoys singing soft lullabies to himself - loves comfortable clothing that tends to be big on him (hates the tight formal outfits), has "sweaterpaws" more times than not - experienced in healing magic and the ability to talk to animals - finds that animals are better friends than the people of the kingdom (he really doesn't have anyone he's close with, much to his disappointment) - not experienced in fighting or weaponry at all, was told that he didn't need to know how to do such useless things when all he needed to know was how to please his lover - doesn't hate his husband but would much rather prefer to be single than married to the man <iframe width="19.180000000000064" height="1.3399999999999999" style="position: absolute; width: 19.180000000000064px; height: 1.3399999999999999px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none;left: 5px; top: 5px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_24888411" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="19.180000000000064" height="1.3399999999999999" style="position: absolute; width: 19.18px; height: 1.34px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 893px; top: 5px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_40046061" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="19.180000000000064" height="1.3399999999999999" style="position: absolute; width: 19.18px; height: 1.34px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 5px; top: 20px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_90882894" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="19.180000000000064" height="1.3399999999999999" style="position: absolute; width: 19.18px; height: 1.34px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 893px; top: 20px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_78328720" scrolling="no"></iframe>
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 13, 2019 1:09:11 GMT -5
( i use the same format and just edit the main parts to create a character fit for a roleplay lol so my character description outline always looks the same oops ^^;
i hope you sleep well !! )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 1:33:41 GMT -5
(Lol, I do that with some of my characters too. Feel free to reply when you get the chance. I am going to sleep now. Night!)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 13, 2019 1:39:32 GMT -5
Arien stumbled into the comfort of the forest with tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, his movements albeit a bit clumsy because of his emotional instability. He hurried to wipe the salty teardrops from his eyes, not wanting his sight to be blurry as he wandered amongst the trees. This place was his sanctuary of sorts, and was much more of a home to him than the stuffy castle he had ran away from only moments ago. He hadn't had an awful argument with his husband like this in a while, but he supposed that wasn't entirely unusual, given the fact that they were barely married for two years. Everything still felt so new and awkward to Arien: meals were brimming with small talk and terse responses, bedtime was full of tense movements (and him curling into a ball as small as possible to avoid physical contact as much as he could), and even balls were surrounded by stiff dances and meaningless conversations. Of course, he had to "please" his husband when demanded requested because that's all that the younger was, wasn't it? Just a pretty face.
Did he love his husband? At times, Arien could almost say that yes, yes he did. But more times than not, he would immediately deny such a thing. After all, he was a romantic at heart, and believed that love happened slowly and gradually with time. His arranged marriage put a stop to his dreams of finding someone who loved every ounce of what Arien was, both his perfections and his flaws.
A small huff escaped his pouty lips as he wandered further into the forest, wanting to get as much distance between him and the castle as much as he possibly could before he was caught up to by the royal guards. He didn't hear the hounds yet, so Arien assumed that he still had a decent amount of time left to calm down. He knew he must look like a mess: wild hair tousled by the wind and his hands, red-rimmed eyes, blotchy cheeks, and swollen lips from biting down hard to hold his sniffles in. He didn't know why his husband could be so stubborn all the time, all Arien had wanted was to be given permission to return home for just a week or so. He missed his mother terribly and wasn't even allowed to visit for her birthday. He longed for a taste of his home, but was only brushed away and told that this kingdom was "his home now." It wasn't fair and Arien told his husband that.
Only to be given the response of a harsh slap to the cheek for talking out of turn, like he was a petulant child. Of course, his husband apologized soon after with regretful eyes and soothing words, but they were not enough for Arien and he fled the scene as fast as he could, his legs leading him without much thought to the forest.
Arien was brought out of his thoughts at the sound of a loud crash nearby, jumping slightly at the absurd sound. It couldn't be the royal guards, they wouldn't do something so reckless (and it was far too soon for their arrival), and the noise was coming in the direction that led further from the palace. Uncertain on whether or not he should check it out, the young male glanced the back the way he came before making the split-second decision to investigate. After all, what did he have to lose? Not much, that's for sure.
With this thought in mind, he made his way over to where he believed the loud noise came from, astounded at the fact that no one had yet to come over and look for the cause of such a sound. Perhaps it was because they were deep enough in the forest that no one but Arien himself (and a fool other foolish individuals) traveled through. He blatantly ignored the fact that it was getting dark, which really was a dumb decision on his part, and carried on. This little "quest" was a welcome distraction from the argument he had with his husband only moments ago, and he had no real desire to return anytime soon.
A small gasp left his lips upon the discovery of the cause of the crash after a few minutes or so of Arien aimlessly wandering around the trees, his movements feeling a bit blind due to the lesser amount of light that remained in the sky. He couldn't really believe what his eyes were taking in, and even pinched himself briefly to make sure that yes, he was awake and functioning. It wasn't a dream.
A dragon, a creature he had only heard about in legends told to him by his mother, laid in front of Arien, just a couple of feet or so ahead.He hadn't noticed the wounded state the other was in, too busy marveling at the sight before him. Because of his lack of regard of his surroundings, the young prince shuffled a bit closer in order to get a better look at the regal creature before him. In doing so, he stepped upon a twig, the slight cracking sound echoing much louder than usual in the still forest.
This only caused Arien to curse under his breath softly, freezing in place. His heart started to beat wildly in his chest and he yelled at his husband in his mind, for if the other allowed him to see his mother in the first place with no arguments, Arien would not be there at that very moment, in risk of being burned to a crisp. He slowly raised his head to gouge the dragon's response, unsure of what to do next.
( aaaah i hope this is good!! my posts most definitely will not be as long as this unless i have some super good inspiration oops sorry !! this is like my starter post of sorts to introduce arien;;
and goodnight!! c: )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 9:44:22 GMT -5
If there had been any animals left in the vicinity, any who’d not departed as the dragon came tumbling out of the sky to end up crashing and destroying miles of forestry, no doubt they would have run as the snapping of a twig echoed around the arena. As it was, Kalzriess did not freeze when the sudden noise caught his sensitive ears. Instead, his head rose and immediately swung in the direction of where it came from only to land upon a tiny figure standing just inside the circle of trees surrounding the fallen dragon.
For a moment, though it felt much longer, Kalzriess simply stared at the obvious human standing there. ‘Beautiful.' He thought absently. Then catching his thoughts, he scolded himself mentally. Now was not the time to have such thoughts, especially when he was so obviously not in his home realm and gazing at a human.
Lowering his head so that he was eye level with the human, he now took note of some things. Somewhat puffy eyes, faintly trembling frame, out of breath and not from coming face to face with a dragon… In short, Kalzriess decided this human was a mess. However, the dragon king could not help but see beyond the outward distress. The smooth flawless skin, the petite frame, dark rich hair, and such entrancing eyes. He simply could not already be smitten, could he? No, of course not. He had literally just found himself face to face with this male.
Breathing out deeply through his nose, steam came flooding out and he pulled his head back. Once more towering over this human. ‘Greetings, human. I am Kalzriess.’ He sent this message mentally, believing a short greeting was the best way to gauge a hopefully, not too crazy, reaction.
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{'Kal's thoughts will be Italic.' 'Kal speaking mentally will be italic and underlined.'}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 13, 2019 18:43:54 GMT -5
( aw aw really?? thank you!! i felt that it was a bit rushed because i was feeling sleepy towards the end so i'm glad you liked it!! i'm really excited for this lol
and i'd say good morning in return but it is now 6:30 pm where i am!! so good afternight ! )
Letting out a sharp inhale of alarm at the sudden voice inside his head, Arien took a couple steps back in light of his surprise, his back colliding harshly with the trunk of a tree. He barely winced at the scraping of bark against his skin through his thin shirt, his attention enraptured by the dragon that lay before him. If he looked upon this moment later in the future, he would suppose that that had been his body indirectly triggering a 'fight or flight response,' choosing the latter of course. It was only the accursed tree that blocked his path.
Not wanting to come across as rude to the magnificent beast, and end up as a light snack, he bowed his body in half as a sign of respect, even despite his trembling body. Was it from fear or the cold, Arien wouldn't be able to differentiate. "H-Hello," he managed to stutter out, cursing his voice for betraying him and showing his terror so openly. And really, one couldn't blame him for being so frightened. After all, being told that dragons no longer roamed the world and coming across one, fact to face, was enough to shake anyone down to their core.
He wasn't sure how the other spoke in his head, but he supposed he shouldn't question it, wondering briefly if the dragon could read his thoughts. Should he respond in his head instead?? He wasn't sure but decided not to go through with it and would only respond accordingly to the dragon's wishes. If the other asked for him to respond in his head, then Arien would follow such a task.
"I'm Arien Zypheryl, um.." he trailed off, unsure of what to say next, squirming slightly under the beast's gaze. There was no denying that the creature before him was beautiful, but Arien deemed his admiration for such magnificent beings could be pushed to another day, a time where he was unsure of his safety.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 19:50:27 GMT -5
Kalzriess felt both sympathy and amusement, towards the human… ah, Arien Sypheryl. He knew that his people had not stepped foot outside their own realm in millennia, so to find a creature of supposed extinction deep within a forest was quite the shock. ‘Speaking of…’ He tilted his head slightly, curiosity glinting in his blood red gaze.
‘Little one, why are you so far in this forest? Alone at that? Darkness should fall s-’ He mental speak caught off as his pain decided to renew itself, pushing through his current distraction that was the human.
Grunting, the dragon turned his head and glowered at his wing. Sighing, he returned his attention to the human and thought about asking for his help but… Could Kalzriess trust him? Even if he could, the dragon had no idea if this human knew anything about helping wounds. Laying his head on his ground, he couldn’t resist closing his eyes and drifting off. The blood loss and recent events exhausted him.
(I didn't think it was rushed at all.
Sorry for such a short and rushed post myself. I am heading out shopping and I'm not sure when I'd get back home to reply.)
(Scratch that. Back now, so gonna redo my post.)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 13, 2019 23:03:55 GMT -5
( ahhh alright !! )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 23:17:15 GMT -5
Seeing how the human backed away in fear and then the subtle wince, the dragon king felt guilt sweep through him and he lowered his head to the ground, wanting to look as non-threatening as he could. Though he did not exactly know if this was a good human or not, he did not wish to scare him. Least anymore than he already had.
Keeping his head upon the forest floor, he shifted slightly wanting to be in a more comfortable position. At that very moment, he suddenly remembered his injury and then the pain slammed into him, causing him to grunt and blow more steam out of his nose. By now they wound hopefully had stopped bleeding, however, it still caused him great pain. But he wasn’t going to tell the human that. No, best he handled it on his own.
Blood red eyes flickered towards the human as he spoke for the first time. The man’s voice was sweet but soft and rather nervous tone. ‘Arien. Tis a pleasure to meet you.’ He mentally sent, keeping the level soft. Breathing in shakily, his eyes moved towards the darkening sky and worry filled him. ‘Little One… I mean, Arien. Should you be out here alone in the dark? Best if you headed back to where you home is.’ Kalzriess sent gaze once again upon the mortal.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 13, 2019 23:47:14 GMT -5
L-Little one? Arien blinked his eyes in surprise at the sudden pet name, unable to help the slight pink tinge in his cheeks that started to dust across his face. He was always one who got embarrassed easily and he had to forcefully remind himself that he was in the middle of a conversation with a dragon, a regal creature that deserved all of his attention (it was the least he could do). Allowing his mind to wander off in the middle of the said conversation was extremely rude and the prince could just imagine his mother scolding him if she were to know of his actions. The thought of his mother caused a small, warm feeling to settle in his belly and gave him a little bit of courage.
Biting at his lower lip, he shuffled albeit a bit closer to the dragon, both because he finally felt the pain in his back from the rough tree and also due to the fact that he had an idea that the dragon meant him no harm. He was still uncertain, of course, but he really didn't have much to lose. And besides, he was never given a pet name upon his arrival at the kingdom. His mother used to call him her sunshine, apparently because he always had a certain warm aura in her presence (he also guessed that it due to the fact that he had a high metabolism and his mother used him as a human furnace for the colder days of winter). His husband always called Arien by his name, or 'prince,' which was such an utterly dull title that Arien couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of appreciation towards the nickname of 'little one,' even despite the fact that the dragon, no, Kalzriess had replaced it with his name quickly.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well," he murmured, voice trailing off again as he took in the other's additional words. He let out an immediate huff at the mention of 'home,' not being able to stop himself from acting out such a rude gesture. He was, at times, extremely childish, and could not stop himself from acting in such a manner. "It's alright, the forest is more of a home to me instead of the kingdom." He shrugged, hugging himself albeit a bit tightly due to the cold that was starting to settle in as the light depleted from the sky. "My home is hundreds of miles away from here,' he added wistfully, unsure as to why he was sharing such information with the mythical creature before him, feeling a bit sorry that he was suddenly just dumping such personal data to a stranger that didn't need to know and probably didn't care.
Pouting like a petulant child once more, he stared at the Kalzriess the best he could despite the darkening sky, drinking in every detail the best he could. He certainly wanted to keep this memory in his mind. After all, when would he come across a dragon in this lifetime ever again? "Um, speaking of home, shouldn't you be home as well? Dragons haven't existed here for centuries, from the history books, so I... I don't think you come from here." He pointed out, his speech a bit rushed in his nervousness and concern. He obviously hadn't noticed that the dragon was hurt, mostly due to the lack of light to assist his vision, but also due to the fact that Kalzriess was extremely huge when compared to Arien and would have to walk around the dragon in a full circle to asses the entirety of the damage. All of it was currently hidden from his point of view at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 0:59:45 GMT -5
This human was certainly a youngling, compared to himself. The slight pout and stubbornness that this land was not his home shown like light piercing through the darkness. Being that he did not truly know what life was like for Arien here, he let this act of childishness go. This time. Kalzriess wasn’t one to let anyone behave too foolishly for very long, as he saw nothing to gain from being so. Placing his attention once more to the humans words, he then wondered why he was here if this was so far from home. Having no idea that this human wasn’t a mere human, but a prince, the thought of being forced to live here for kingdom sake did not occur to him.
‘The pout while quite child-like, is rather cute on him.’ Kalzriess thought lightly, then his eyes widened as he processed what he thought and he quickly scolded himself for such things. No, he is human and more importantly this was not his home. He couldn’t go around fawning over someone he will never see again once he got the strength to return home.
And so, as if on cue Arien questioned him on why he was here. That and pointing out that he obviously was not from this land, after all how could a dragon such as himself hide all this while, right? Hearing and feeling the tension on the air, the dragon shifted once more feeling pretty uncomfortable himself at this very moment. ‘You are not wrong. My land… realm is apart from here, far apart. I arrived here by mistake I’m afraid.’ He explained, unintentionally allowing a ting of sorrow to enter his voice.
At the thought of home, of the free skies his body automatically shifted and his wing jerked in the want to fly. Of course that caused a great deal of pain to scorch through his entire being, starting from his injured wing to spread through his body. Even his head suddenly felt hazy and yet as if on fire. A low groan slipped out and he closed his eyes tightly, wishing the pain would pass.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 14, 2019 10:36:17 GMT -5
Listening attentively to Kalzriess as to not seem disrespectful, Arien was taken aback by the other's sudden, jerky movement. Which only caused him to stumble slightly backwards, again, in response. In his defense, he hadn't expected the dragon to react so suddenly to his own words and his lips parted slightly in surprise upon hearing the slight groan of pain that escaped the creature laid before him. There was no denying the anguished cry of pain to Arien's trained ears, for that was another reason as to why his husband deemed the prince fit to marry. One of his abilities delved in the healing portion of magic and was often forced tasked by his husband to heal the other upon his return from conquests or slayings of a various array of magical creatures that still roamed the land. Arien's heart always felt sorrow for these beasts but kept his mouth shut, never relaying his feelings towards his husband, and would dutifully heal the man to the best of his ability. He was almost completely certain that his own feelings on the matter meant absolutely nothing to man.
Of course, the prince was still fairly young and had a lot left to learn of his magical capabilities. He wouldn't be described as a novice, per say, but not a master of his craft. Somewhere in between. His mother used to give him lessons because she too sought her power from healing. Besides learning how to control his healing prowess, the younger male was also taught how to heal with herbal medicines and the like: the old-fashioned way one could call it. His abilities did have a limit and not everything could be healed by magic. Arien often felt drained once using his powers to the full extent because after all, his healing magic came from draining the pain away from an individual and taking it for himself. Of course the pain he felt was never as bad as whomever he was healing, but it still took a lot out of him. Both a gift and a curse, his mother used to say.
However, since the suddenness of Arien's marriage, those lessons had come to an abrupt end, much to his disdain.
Brought back to reality, he took a few steps closer to the dragon, hands raised to show that he meant no harm (and really, the dragon could eat him in a single bite so his movements were a bit useless). Despite how he acted, Arien had a gentle heart that always wanted to heal those that couldn't do so themselves, especially when it came to creatures of all sorts. He was often teased by his mother that he cared more so for creatures than people and he couldn't help but admit that it was true.
Cursing himself in his head for acting so out of turn, he peered around the dragon, daring to get as close as he possibly could without seeming entirely rude. He was attempting to assess the damage but was unable to do so because of the lack of light. "Um.. I can," his voice faltered, as if unsure if Kalzriess would even accept his help. It didn't hurt to ask, right?
"Are you in pain? Because, well, I can help." He added, fidgeting slightly. "It'd be an honor to assist you, really, and uh.. I specialize in healing magic? Of course, it may take more than one session to um, to heal you fully. Because, well, you're bigger than me." He pointed out, even despite such things didn't exactly need to be said out in the open, it was pretty obvious that a dragon would always be larger than a human.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 13:48:54 GMT -5
Staying completely still with his eyes tightly closed, Kal did not notice Airen's cautious approach. Far too deep in pain and trying to not allow his magic to lash out. That was a side effect of him being in great pain or deep illness. Breathing shakily, Kalzriess caught Airen's stammered first words and he forced his eyes open.
Glazed over red eyes fell upon the small human and he slowly processed the rest of what he was saying. 'Honor... assist... magic... heal.' He thought groggily. Putting the words together he understood and he looked grateful. 'I would greatly appreciate it if you could help me. Even just a little.' Kalzriess whispered mentally, his tired state obvious.
Nonetheless, even in his tired and pained train of thought, he noted the darkness surrounding them and concern flitted through him. This forest while not familiar had to have dangers within it. 'You should head back. Tis not safe here.' The dragon said urgently. The last thing he wished was that Arien got hurt trying to heal him by staying here. Plus, it was dark, there was no way for him to start a healing process with no light and Kalzriess wasn't sure he had the energy to light a fire.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 14, 2019 16:42:16 GMT -5
It was true, the darkness was starting to unnerve the prince as he glanced up at the night sky, but he didn't wish to return. Who knew how tight his security was going to be once he returned to the kingdom and his husband. He knew for a fact that he wouldn't be let out of the other's sight (or his guards) for at least a week or so, perhaps even longer. It was possible he could guilt-trip the other, but he knew that had to involve... certain activities that caused his stomach to recoil slightly at the sickening thought. Before, he had been alright with the thought of being over watched because he had nothing to lose, really, and there wasn't like anyone was waiting for him outside of the castle. He could enjoy the serenity of the woods before being placed under a lock and key for gods know how long. But now, with a wounded dragon in front of him, Arien had a reason to actually leave and put distance between him and the kingdom (and his husband).
A pout returned to his lips once more as he was faced with the facts and much like a petulant child, he had to stop himself from stomping his foot on the ground. Childish, yes, but there was no helping it. Arien had been spoiled rotten by his mother back at home so it was no wonder that he still had childish tendencies accompanying his every day life. Squirming a bit as he started to hear the faint howl of the guards' hounds, he glanced back behind him, huffing.
"I am unsure as to how long it will take me to escape under my husband's watchful gaze, but I will try to, um, return as soon as I can, alright? So please, please hang tight? I'll lead the hounds away since they'll just call off the search as soon as I am found..." he trailed off upon hearing the hounds drawing nearer. A curse managed to sneak its way past his lips and he let out an annoyed huff, displeased that they had found him much sooner than he thought they would. "Rest well, Kalzriess." he managed to mumble before hurrying off, actions albeit a bit frantic in his haste to reach the guards. He didn't want the hounds to discover the dragon he had left behind, knowing full well that the mythical beast would be in dangerous hands upon his discovery. After all, the other was in no condition to fight and Arien shivered at the thought to what his husband would do to such a legendary creature.
Shaking his head, he knew he had to focus on the task at hand. All he had to do was figure out some way he could slip away unseen and unnoticed by the palace's guards and servants in the following week to assist in aiding the dragon.
( ahh, should we skip to when he returns in a few days or??? i was unsure ^^; )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 17:09:53 GMT -5
(Lol, yeah we'll skip to when he returns.)
Vaguely, Kalzriess heard Arien's words and wondered why he so obviously hated the man whom he should love. But then again, he did mention being watched and not in a good way too. Of course, the hounds part really disturbed him. Why would someone send dogs after their own husband? Possessive much?
Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and used his magic to surround the small circle of trees around him and it hid him from view. It would only fall if someone who meant him no harm came close, in this case, Arien. Sighing to himself, he focused as much magic into his body as possible. The only way to make sure he did not die before the human returned he would put his body into a deep sleep, less energy waste that way. And so, he drifted off, looking forward to when Arien returned.
'Bright colors and laughter flitted around the boy, his long snow-white hair flowing behind him as he ran through a tall grassy meadow. Topaz eyes with flecks of red twinkled with mirth. Coming to a halt, the boy breathed heavily as he turned and waved at a group of children running after him. “Come on, slowpokes!” he called, letting lose a bell-like laugh. Then he turned and face an enormous tree, that had a treehouse built into it. Beaming from ear to ear he hurried forward and climbed the rickety ladder, higher and higher he went. Dragon people had no fear of heights, in fact, that found it exhilarating so the higher they were the happier. Standing triumphantly he stepped over to the railing that overlooked the meadow, “I win! I am king of this treehouse!” he declared, with a wide smile.
But then clouds suddenly came overhead and a flash of lightning struck the ground in front of the treehouse and everything burst into flame. Screams and cries filled the boy's head and he grabbed his ears, begging for it to stop…’
Kalzriess eyes snapped open and his blood-red gaze slowly scanned the area. The circle of trees was undisturbed and the air seemed rather peaceful at this time. ‘Just a dream.’ The king thought tiredly.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 14, 2019 18:05:31 GMT -5
( ayy okok ! )
Glancing over his shoulder for what felt the fiftieth time, but was most likely about his sixth, Arien shouldered the small bag that he had slung across his body as he made his way through the woods once more. He hadn't heard any alarm sounding within the kingdom that alerted of his sudden disappearance, nor did he hear the howl of the hounds, much to his relief. Perhaps he had more time than he initially thought. After all, it was barely morning and the sun had just started to peek over the hills to light up the sky, giving the darkness a pink tinge. How he managed to slip away unnoticed was sheer luck, but Arien wasn't one to ignore such blessings. Perhaps it was a sign by the gods that he was doing the right thing, helping out this legendary creature in need of assistance.
Upon his arrival back to the kingdom, Arien had managed to make a big enough scene with his husband that he was given the privacy of his own room and bed for the next couple of weeks. Of course, he had to act like an utter brat to get it: crying, moving away from any of his husband's advances, refusing to eat or take care of himself, and even threatening to fling himself off the balcony if he wasn't given a small shred of decency to have just himself for company for the next few days or so. It was only mere coincidence that his husband had to leave for the next week or so to fight off the rebels that were attempting to break through the kingdom's borders, thus giving Arien the opportunity he so needed to go back to the forest.
It wasn't easy, slipping under the noses of the royal guards, but Arien managed by feigning illness and claiming he just needed to be left alone in solitude for the next few days or so, hoping desperately that they would go along to his lie. And much to his pleasure, they did. He shuddered slightly at the sudden recollection of the guards, tying the memory to when he was back in his husband's clutches grasp, feeling the phantom grip of the other's arm wrapped tightly around his waist. The bruising grip had forced to him to be close enough to the other that there was barely an inch of space between them.
Adjusting his bag one more time, he hurried his pace as he made his way throughout the woods, having been off the trails for so long that he had an understanding of where he was, even despite no path assisting his sense of direction. All it took was memorizing certain landmarks in order to make his way throughout the woodlands. The bag itself wasn't exactly heavy per say, but adjusting the strap gave his hands something to do and kept them busy. He was prone to fidgeting under uncomfortable circumstances when on his own, so playing with the strap of the leather satchel was a better alternative to him biting his nails or the skin of his knuckles.
His attention was soon enraptured by Kalzriess when he finally made his way over to where he left the dragon last time, footsteps cautious. "Kalzriess?" he called out, his grip tightening on the strap of his back as a sign of nervousness. "I'm.. I'm back. It's Arien, remember? I came to see how much I can help heal you." He fidgeted slightly, hoping that the creature was alright in the time spent away. His wounds didn't get any worse, right?
( i feel like this is just me rambling and i apologize if it's messy and not so good T^T )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2019 20:27:29 GMT -5
Kalzriess was curled in a tight ball, his entire body felt on fire and his breathing was erratic. He was worse, but he really could be so much worse. Thankfully, his magic was keeping him mostly stable as he slept. Groaning in his sleep, he shifted as a voice penetrated his foggy mind. So far he’d been plagued relentlessly by nightmares so to hear another voice he first believed it to be his imagination. However, being that the voice was only slightly familiar, he realized it had to be the human.
Steam blew from his nose as he let out a deep breath, then he slowly opened his blood-red gaze and slowly moved it to land on Arien. It took a few moments for him to really focus, and his vision to be less blurry. ‘Greetings…’ he murmured lowly. That seemed to sap all his energy and he found himself unable to say anymore. Silently, Kalzriess just stared at him.
(No, I think it is great! )
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 16, 2019 0:28:38 GMT -5
He had expected the worst outcome when he returned to Kalzriess, allowing his imagination to overtake his thoughts and coming up with multiple scenarios in which the dragon had died, that he he was found by the people of the kingdom and slain, and so on. Arien was both pleasantly surprised and taken aback that the other seemed to manage to respond to the prince upon his greeting. Of course, he could tell that the other had gotten considerably weaker in the time Arien spent apart from him, no thanks to the weakening of the other's voice and the way he seemed to exert himself upon lifting his head. He cursed both himself and his husband in the back of his mind as he felt despair settle in his gut once more. He was upset at himself because he felt that he should've tried harder to attempt to leave the kingdom at a faster rate than he already did so (he was often too hard on himself). His husband due to the fact that the older male hadn't let the prince out of his sights until absolutely necessary, which obviously postponed Arien's plans.
"Hello" he bowed his body slightly once more in respectful greeting, his actions a bit hurried as he wanted to take a look and assess the damage as soon as he possibly could. "Thank you for holding on for me... I apologize for... For um, for being gone for so long. It was hard to escape the kingdom under everyone's watch again." He laughed humorlessly as he took a few tentative steps forward. He wasn't going to be attacked or eaten or burned to a crisp, right? After all, he was helping out Kalzriess so surely there was no reason for the dragon to bring any harm upon Arien. He had to psych himself up for a few extra seconds before moving his way closer to the dragon. "I'm going to take a look at your wounds and try my best to heal them the best I can for the time being. I may have to do one or more sessions, or assist your body in the healing process as much as I can before stepping back to allow your body to heal itself on his own." His voice was gentle as he explained, holding on to the strap of his satchel tightly as he started to walk around the dragon, brow furrowing as he took in the damaged wing.
Biting his lower lip between his teeth (a nervous tick), he reached out a slight trembling hand to brush gently against an undamaged part of the wing, exhaling slightly as he leaned in closer for a better look. He didn't know for sure how deep the damage could be and would really only be able to tell when the healing process started. "We're going to start now, alright?" He questioned, slipping his bag off his shoulder and reaching out to touch both hands against Kalzriess's wing. His bag held poultices, bandages, and other herbs necessary to assist a body in healing itself. Of course, the bandages wouldn't be big enough to cover the entirety of the wounds, but the few scrapes and deep cuts would be able to be shielded from infection once Arien was done.
"It's not going to hurt you at all, I can give you my word on that." He promised, finding it bittersweet that by helping others he had to suffer himself. "You'll probably feel a warming sensation, but it will not be uncomfortable. I certainly hope you don't mind my touch on you, but direct contact is the only way I am able to bring forth my abilities." Sending an apologetic smile the dragon's way, unsure if the other would even be able to see it, he closed his eyes to concentrate. The pain hit him almost immediately, much to his surprise, and he had to bite down on his lip, again, hard enough to draw blood in order to muffle the whine of pain that threatened to escape his body.
( aw aw you're too kind u/w/u )
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 16, 2019 20:10:19 GMT -5
( ahhh friend i think you posted the wrong response ??? i was confused for a second oop )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2019 20:27:32 GMT -5
(Gaaaah! Shoot. XDDD One Sec...)
The direct contact did not bother the great dragon, in fact, it was a bit comforting after all the nightmares he’d had lately. It was strange undoubtedly when the warmth spread over his body and quite quickly. Slowly, the fog cleared from Kalzriess mind and he let go a deep relieved breath. However, because his mind was now clear he took notice of Arien and how taut his frame was. Why? What sort of healing abilities was this, anyway? Frowning faintly, he leaned forward to the human’s face, head slightly tilted.
‘You are in pain.’/ Kalzriess sent, disturbed by this. Actually, he very much disliked this. ‘Stop. I’m sure you’ve done enough and a respite from the pain was good for me. Stop hurting yourself for me.’ The dragon pressed, almost pleadingly now. While he definitely wanted his wounds to heal and the pain to be gone, it was not worth it if hit meant someone else was in pain because of it. He was a seasoned warrior, he could handle the pain but… Arien, he probably could for a time but not without risk.
‘Damn human. If you had told me that it would cause you pain to heal me I would never have accepted your help.' He thought with frustration. At that time another thought occurred to him, what the human said about “escaping the kingdom's watch.” Now what is that mean? ‘Who are you, Arien?’ Kalzriess sent, his curiosity lacing his thought.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Jan 17, 2019 13:36:30 GMT -5
( c: )
As dark as it sounded, Arien was used to pain in both the emotional and physical aspects. Emotionally because he was legally bound to a man who didn't love the prince for who he was, but rather for his abilities and title. Every day was difficult for the young male, seeing as how he was separated from his home and the loving arms of his mother to only be thrown into a den of thorns and the snapping jaws of a hungry wolf (the kingdom and his husband). Physically because of his ability, where he drained the pain of others and healed them by receiving such hurt himself. It wasn't as bad as it sounded, really, and Arien considered himself blessed that the pain he felt when healing another was at least five times as less as what the other individual was feeling.
No one had noticed the negative side of his abilities, hadn't realized that Arien himself was suffering for the good of others (his husband certainly didn't), so one can imagine the prince's surprise when the dragon noticed. He was so taken aback that he had almost stepped away from the legendary being, but it was thanks to his stubbornness (and how weak his body felt that he didn't think he could move an inch), that he did not. "I"m not going to stop, Kalzriess." he responded, words sounding bratty and defiant. "The pain isn't as bad for as it is for you, so let me do this. It has been a while since I willingly healed an individual the best I possibly can, so please let me take care of you. After all, once this is done, there is much to do. Herbs and poultices will be used once my abilities can no longer heal you and it is up to your body to do the rest." Sure, Arien wasn't exactly comfortable, but he deemed it an extremely small sacrifice in the scheme of things.
The addition of the other's question was a bit uncomfortable towards the young prince, mainly because he was unsure of Kalzriess's reaction towards him being a prince of the kingdom, married to the king. After all, it certainly put the other in far more danger than if Arien was a normal, every day citizen. "I'm Arien Zypheryl, Prince of the Ominxcion region, the region that we are currently on." He murmured, focusing his attention back to the healing process. Almost done. "I am married to the king of these lands, forced by my father in order to maintain peace between the two kingdoms. My husband put me under strict watch after I ran into the woods and met you last time because of another argument we had, so.." he trailed off, finally allowing his arms to fall to his sides as he stumbled back, energy depleted. "So I had to wait for the perfect moment to return. He's off to war now so I managed to escape the guards' watch." He finished explaining, uncertain as to why he spilled so much to the dragon before him but shrugged it off, seating himself in the grass for a small break.
"Do you feel any better?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 15:13:33 GMT -5
(Super sorry but I have to go for a few days. I'll reply as soon as I'm back, though! )
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