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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 0:17:04 GMT -5
Valor
NightWing ~ ✧ ~ 29 ~ ✧ ~ female
✧ Valor is a slender Nightwing, with a narrow head and muscles that cling tight to her frame. Her scales are a dark indigo in color, contrasted by the light lavender of her star-scattered wings. For as many battles as she's fought one would expect her to be coated in scars, but the only visible scaring can be found in a criss-crossing pattern where her wings meet her back. She has a small opal amulet that she wears around her neck as well and a simple steel armband that wraps around her from left arm. ✧
✧ brave, hardworking ✧ stubborn, reserved ✧ insecure, suspicious ✧
✧ Valor was born in the Kingdom of Night just a day before a full moon, and from the moment she took her first steps into the world she felt as though she has disappointed her parents. Her mother Evenfall, and her father Dreamseer worked at the palace, her mother as a guard who used her mind-reading powers to assess possible threats, and her father working directly with the Queen because of his powers over prophecy. It had been expected that a child of two powerful dragons would hatch right on the night of the full moon as planned. Despite her parents trying their best, Valor could never relax around her parents- and her mother's mind-reading did nothing to help. So instead, Valor threw herself into becoming an elite fighter. She mastered the ability of outsmarting dragons who could read her mind, dragons who might be able to see her next move. By the time her sister Nocturnal was born Valor was already applying for a position among the queen's guard with dreams of one day becoming a feared general. Now the two sisters are near inseparable, and while Nocturnal found her calling in pottery and weaving, she's more than happy to hear about her sister's adventures. ✧ Princess Pasque
IceWing ~ ✧ ~ 6 ~ ✧ ~ female
✧ Princess Pasque is as dainty as the flower she is named after. Her scales seem to be brushed with soft lavender color, matching her petite frame and delicate poise. The only thing that appears out of line for the tiny IceWing is that the fringe of icicle like spikes around her neck seems to be twice as packed as the other dragons. She is always dressed up in a fanciful manner, where it be pelts or silk wrapped over her shoulders and around her wings, or delicate diamonds dangling from her neck. ✧
✧ charismatic, cunning ✧ ambitious, proud ✧ aloof, ruthless ✧
✧ Having spent her entire life in the palace, Pasque is used to getting everything she wants. The youngest child of the queen, she was very much spoiled with luxury and leisure. She spent the early years of her life in the second circle, an embarrassment to her family but not something she particularly cared about. That is until she realized that the higher her ranking, the more support she'd be given if she challenged her mother to the throne. Around her fourth hatching day Pasque made it into the first circle, and after that she continued to rise in the ranks. She is suspected of sabotaging many dragons who where higher ranking than her- but there's no proof of this that hasn't been safely hidden away. Today Pasque sits in the top placing of rank, a spot that she'd die to protect. ✧ Notos
SandWing ~ ✧ ~ 16 ~ ✧ ~ male
✧ Everything about Notos is as bright and in-your-face as possible. His scales are a bright golden color, with a sandy underbelly, and black markings on his face and neck. Like all SandWings, his tail curls into a deadly barb at it's end and his eyes are a beady black. He rarely wears jewelry, although both his ears are pieced, instead opting for long capes and cloaks. He is missing one claw from his back right foot, and he seems to have tiny nicks and scars all over his body. ✧
✧ practical, cheerful ✧ carefree, resourceful✧ immoral, lazy ✧
✧ Born on the streets, Notos had to fight for everything he ever had. Whether it be stealing a meal so he could eat, or snatching some poor tourist's jewelry so he could sell it for some extra money, he learned from a young age that the worst thing that could happen to a dragon is to be caught. A street merchant sliced off one of his toes after he stole a ruby ring. While he's had small jobs in the past, he's always found it easier to steal a living than to work for one. Drifting from place to place, he's never had the time to settle down, and the friends he has made among criminal circles are untrustworthy at the best. ✧ |
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 0:30:05 GMT -5
(haha ope)
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 15:11:28 GMT -5
❄ Pasque ❄
ice kingdom | midday
The thing Princess Pasque hated most about the Ice Kingdom was the cold. Sure IceWings were built for subzero temperatures, but that didn't mitigate the chill that seemed to pierce through her scales and wrap around her bones. Maybe she was just dramatic, but after tailing her mother on enough diplomatic missions on the main continent, she knew that she much preferred the arid mountains and sea-splashed beaches to the searing cold of the tundra.
Sighing, she rolled over in her bed, turning to look out the window of her room. The sun had reached it's highest point in the sky, casting it's soft light across the ice of the palace. For any other dragon sleeping in this late would meaning a lowering of your ranking, but Pasque knew how to play the system. She would wake up at the crack of dawn, head down to the palace to receive news, and then retreat back into her room to "study". Of course, the news this morning had kept her awake for what must have been an extra hour or two.
An outpost near the southern border had been attacked by the "monster". Normally attacks would receive mild interest from her mother and her court, but this was different. This meant that the shadowy figure had crossed the Great Ice Wall. And it had attacked IceWings.
Now that it was her tribe that seemed to be suffering, Queen Tundra seemed to suddenly care about the attacks. Princess Pasque had simply retreated back to her room as her mother made plans for an emergency meeting or something. It was infuriating listening to advisers speculate about how the attack could have happened. 'The magic must be gone, the wall is now useless' seemed to be the major theory behind the attack- an idea that the princess could help but scoff at. Magic didn't just fade away- otherwise the Palace itself wouldn't still be standing. Sure if another animus had enchanted the wall it could be disabled, but even that wasn't the simplest answer. If only an IceWing could make it over the Great Ice Wall and the figure had managed to cross it, then the logical conclusion was that the dragon behind the attacks was an IceWing- or at least part IceWing.
She let out a huff, crawling out of her sheets, and over to a desk. She knew her mother would never accept that answer. Surely no honorable IceWing would kill dragons without a queen's order. No IceWing would ever be so black-hearted. No it must be a SandWing thief- a moral-less rogue, or some devilish NightWing with their schemes and trickery. But Pasque knew that even if her mother did not believe an IceWing could be behind the attacks, the other queens would not be so daft. If Queen Tundra gave this information to their allies, they would all turn on her, on them. And Pasque was not so sure her mother would be smart enough to keep her lips shut.
Finishing the letter, she had started writing, she folded it up, sealed it and left it at her desk. Anyone who went looking for her would find it easy enough, and the explanation was simple enough. She just stated that she was heading out to survey the Great Ice Wall, and to check up on defenses. For those who knew about the attack, it would be of no surprise that the Princess would follow her mother. For those who didn't know, the mission would seem peculiar, but certainly not out of place for a Princess's duty.
She would take a guard or two- in case of danger, and head south. She knew that her mother wouldn't be happy about her daughter's plan, but she also knew that her mother would not publicly scold her for trying to stay informed about the dangers in the kingdom. While her mother might not want an informed Princess, the rest of the tribe sure would.
Within the hour, she was in the air, the tip of her wings pointed directly ahead- towards the Great Ice Wall. Towards the location of the attack.
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 18:34:39 GMT -5
⫸ Bengal ⫷
rain kingdom | midday
Bengal was out patrolling the rainforest, again. He'd covered most of the western border, and was now curving down to where the Mud Kingdom met the treeline. He wasn't afraid of running into any shadowy figure- his camouflaged scales would obscure him from all but the sharpest eyes. In fact- he wanted to find the dragon behind all the attacks. A perfectly good venom to the eye, would eliminate the issue, and then no one would have to worry about wandering alone in the rainforest ever again.
He paused, stopping when he could make out the vague shape of the MudWing Palace off in the distance. He didn't know much about Queen Fern or her tribe- could they be the ones behind the attacks? MudWings were durable fighters, and they blended right in with mud and dirt. If one waited until night in a mud puddle, they could attack almost undetected. But why would they attack like this? He wondered silently.
It could be a ploy to weaken enemies- to tired them out so that they'd be easier to fight and claim territory from. But if anything the attacks united the tribes- why anger everyone when you could target a single tribe to eliminate? Plus attacks had been reported in the Mud Kingdom- would the Queen sanction attacks on her own people? Or could they be fake? He asked himself.
He shook his head, even if he did find the root of the attacks, he doubted anyone would listen. He wasn't even sure if his own tribe would care. The RainWings tended to ignore most of the problems at their doorsteps- or just take precautions and wait things out. They rarely ever went to battle- they rarely ever stood their ground.
Bengal let out a grumble as his talons slid into mud, frantically squashing the scales on his wings that had begun to turn orange with irritation. Maybe he wasn't the best at this whole stealth thing. Nevertheless he pushed forward, inspecting everything from mud puddles to nearby plants. Nothing, he sighed internally. No one had been here in a few days- at least not on foot. Slumping his shoulders, he felt exhaustion flood his body. Looking up at the sun in the sky he let out a small grunt.
"I guess it won't hurt to have sun-time today," he grumbled, turning back to the forest. He had been neglecting it this week, opting for midday training sessions with the dragonets of the tribe. But the sun was calling- and it would be good to be refreshed for the day. He hadn't come up with any new theories, any hunches that might lead to the origin of the threat. Clearing his mind would help him put the pieces together.
At least, he hoped. Casting one last glance over his shoulder, he turned his back on the border, beginning the slow trek back into the rainforest.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 23, 2020 19:04:44 GMT -5
Okay, posts are coming soon, but I just have a quick question for Tealraven and lazy penguin: Where is the Council meeting taking place? Where the attack happened? Or is Taiga (and now Pasque) going to assess the damage, and then report back? I'm totally fine either way; I just want an idea of what you were thinking, so I don't totally throw your posts off balance or whatever. xD
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 19:21:21 GMT -5
(Lol I kept my post vague for that reason too. What I assumed/got from reading though was that the attack happened in the south, but still behind the Great Ice Wall so that the attacker would have had to pass over it. The meeting I assume is going to be held at the outpost Or at least nearby it. I really don't think anything you post is going to totally break either of our posts tho.)
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 23, 2020 19:39:26 GMT -5
If at First You Don't Succeed...
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Midday ✧ The Sky Kingdom ✧ The Queen's Palace Firefly was lost. But, hey. What else was new?
All the hallways in the lower levels of the castle looked the same. There were no helpful directions posted anywhere. She had only seen one other dragon, but he had clearly been in a hurry, leaving Firefly no chance to ask him for his help. Not that she should need help. She was sure she had followed her father's directions properly! Was it possible she used the wrong entrance? Maybe she should have let Mother or Father come after all.
That thought had her sister's voice ringing in her ears: I told you so. Firefly really hated that phrase, especially when coming from Gale. She always used such a haughty and superior tone; she made Firefly want to strangle her. (She had tried that on several occasions; her parents always stopped her before any real satisfaction could be had.)
Firefly quickly dismissed the idea. She was eight years old now. She was no longer a dragonet, and therefore she did not need her parents' help finding the royal barracks. And she certainly didn't need her father's recommendation to join the queen's army. She only had that so she could rise through the ranks faster. She wouldn't be letting anyone stick her with the grunt work for longer than necessary. Nope. No way.
At the next crossroads, Firefly hesitated. She looked left, right, and straight, but these hallways all looked the same too. Simple stone floors, brown-painted stone walls, and wall sconces glowing with fire every few feet. After a moment of debate, Firefly chose to go right. It may have been her imagination, but she was quite certain there was sunlight at the end of the hall. If so, then she could take to the skies and find the right entrance. Then she wouldn't be lost anymore!
Firefly picked up the pace, excited to finally escape these narrow halls. She wanted to be able to stretch her wings, to feel the wind blowing all around her. She really hoped the palace barracks, wherever they were, were bigger than the halls, otherwise she may go stir crazy every time she was off duty.
Her hopes of getting outside were dashed when she reached the end of the hall. What she had seen had been sunlight… but it was coming in through a window, not a door. Firefly was small for her age, but the window was still too small for her. She stared at it for a long minute, shoulders slumping and wings dropping until they brushed the floor.
But her despair only lasted a moment. With a furious hiss, she straightened up again and glared at the too-small window. She was sorely tempted to set it on fire, but seeing as it was stone, that would do no good whatsoever. So with a lash of her tail, she spun around and stalked off down the adjacent hallway.
She would find those barracks if it took all day. |
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 23, 2020 20:20:01 GMT -5
Sanctuary
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Midday ✧ Pyrrhia ✧ Sanctuary The town of Sanctuary was not a tribe. There was no queen ruling over them all, no standing army or potential enemies lurking along the borders. It was a bustling community where dragons from all tribes were welcome. It was peaceful, quiet, and lacked much of the hostility and prejudice that was often found within the tribes.
But things were changing, in Pyrrhia, in the tribes, and now, in Sanctuary too. A great evil was sweeping across the land. Dragons from all over Pyrrhia had come to Sanctuary, either to spread the news and deliver warnings, or to live in the peaceful town where no evil had touched.
Yet.
It was that threat that had brought the oldest and strongest members of Sanctuary together. They had formed a Council, and from that Council decisions had been made for the safety of everyone living in Sanctuary. There was now a curfew where there hadn't been one before. Dragonets under the age of four were no longer allowed to wander away from their parents' sides, and dragonets from four to seven were assigned to a buddy system.
Many of the stronger dragons were banding together to create a small battalion of soldiers, and they were constantly recruiting and training new warriors (any dragon over eight could join). But the biggest change many dragons saw was when the Council appointed one dragon as Lord of Sanctuary, giving power second only to the Queens of Pyrrhia. Sanctuary had never had a leader before, had never needed one. Many questioned if they truly needed one now.
But the decision had been made, and so far no dragon had spoken out against their new leader. There were grumbles, of course, and debates on whether the dragon chosen was the right fit. Yet no one had any good reasons to fight the new system, even if it included a Lord of Sanctuary.
Wren of the SandWings and IceWings was one who did not like having a leader, but then, she was probably biased. After all, the new leader was her own father, Frost of the IceWings.
Frost wasn't a bad father, nor a bad leader. Quite the opposite, in fact, at least where the leadership was concerned. Wren, personally, thought that Frost was proving to be a better leader than father, but maybe that was simply because he found leading easier than parenting. In any case, she really only had one problem with his being leader: Frost wanted her to use her animus power to shield the city from the evil threatening it.
Which wouldn't even be a problem if it weren't for the earlier problem, the one she had faced since she learned of her power: keeping it secret.
That had been her father's first rule regarding her magic, followed by many more. She was to tell no one, ever. She was never to use it on others. She could only use it for herself if it were an emergency. Any accidental enchantments were to be brought to Frost immediately, and once they were stored, they were not to be brought out again without his express permission.
Wren had obeyed her father's rules, even when there were times her magic could have saved others or eased someone's suffering. She had believed Frost had given her these rules for a reason, that he was trying to keep her safe, trying to ensure no one could ever take advantage of her or her power.
But now that belief had been shaken. Frost wanted her to find a way to shield the whole city. That meant he wanted her to break several of his rules. Wren couldn't understand why. Frost was such a stickler for the rules, especially his rules. Did he doubt the abilities of the growing army? Sure, it was still small, especially when compared to the queens', but it grew every day, and the soldiers were not without skill. Perhaps he just wanted the shield as an extra precaution?
Wren didn't know, and she couldn't ask her father. Frost had given her an order — he expected it to be obeyed, no questions asked. He had given her three days to figure out how to shield the city. She was down to one, and she had been too distracted wondering why that she hadn't even begun thinking about how. But today, hopefully, that would change.
She was on her way to see her best friend, Polaris, at their favorite meeting spot. And she was going to break one of her father's rules and finally tell her friend her greatest secret. |
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Post by Tealraven on Feb 23, 2020 20:27:22 GMT -5
( I imagine the queen is going to want to question them either way, so whatever you decide probably won't throw off our posts. I hope I didn't take too many liberties with there being an attack on the ice kingdom ^^' )
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 20:40:06 GMT -5
(i'm just working on starters for all my characters rn, let me know if anyone wants me to throw a character at them.)
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Post by Tealraven on Feb 23, 2020 20:42:38 GMT -5
( y'all need to stop throwing your characters around or somebody's going to get hurt x) )
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 20:48:40 GMT -5
(lmao if that's the most harm I deal to my characters then they should be happy.)
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 21:12:41 GMT -5
♠ Notos ♠
sanctuary | midday
Sanctuary was Notos's favorite town. The dragons there were just so... wholesome. They trusted all strangers, and truly believed that everyone who said they wanted to leave their past lives behind was telling the truth. It was a thief's haven. A thief's sanctuary, he joked internally. It was also the best place to sell stolen goods.
Today Notos had brought with him a necklace of emeralds strung on a golden chain. He had sold the matching earrings to a dealer just last week, and was supposed to return to sell him the necklace in two days. They buyer had asked for the two pieces separately- an immediate red flag. You never trusted any dragon enough to not buy a full set together. It was a danger to your assets- to only have one piece of the set if the other dragon was caught before they could get back to you.
Notos had done his research after selling the earrings. Scorch was not in fact a master criminal, but and alias for a minor palace guard. He had been assigned to gain Notos's trust so he could arrest him for stealing one of the Princess' favorite jewelry sets. What an ego boost, he scoffed, to warrant a mission to arrest you.
But the encounter was enough to tell Notos he needed to leave the capital- just for a bit. He would lay low, using his money to live in leisure until his funds inevitably ran out. And Sanctuary was the best place for it. He would sell the necklace easy enough- he'd already came up with the perfect sob story to sell it to one of these suckers. It was my mother's necklace, the only expensive thing we ever owned, he repeated in his head. When she passed she gave it to me- told me to sell it and use the money to make a life for myself. To live better than we ever did back in the Scorpion Den. He couldn't help but smile at his story- something he needed to work on. But still, he knew the dragons here would just eat up the story. It was ridiculous.
He'd spent the night in a run down inn ran by the prettiest SkyWing he'd ever seen, and after a full three days in town he felt like it was safe enough to wander the town. There were plenty of SandWings, he'd noted, so he wouldn't stand out much. And he hadn't seen any of the faces of the royal guard that he'd spent the better half of the week trying to memorize. If anyone had tracked him here, they were awful good at laying low.
"So mission one," he mumbled to himself. "Find a jeweler who isn't a SandWing." He paused, tossing a dusty brown cape over his shoulders. "That can't be that hard in a town like this, right?"
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 21:40:29 GMT -5
☀ Pyre ☀
sky kingdom | late morning
Pyre was dreaming of fire again.
It stared out with a candle, dim and flickering It lit up the room she was standing in- a large chamber with lace curtains, and a bed covered in knitted quilts and animal hides. She knew it both as home and enemy territory. The house her parents had lived in when she'd spied on them when she was little. She'd been dumb, thinking that if she returned home that her parent would welcome her with open arms. But she'd seen them in that room, reading a story to a smaller dragonet- a happier dragonet.
Then the candle tipped, setting the curtains on fire. The blaze made its way around the room, encircling her, until all she could see was bright light. Until all she could feel was heat. Until all she could breath was smoke.
She woke up in a cold sweat- or as close to a cold sweat as one could get with scales that evaporated any water that touched them. She squeezed open her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief when all she saw was the darkness of her cave. This was her real home, a small cavern half-submerged hidden deep in the Claws of the Clouds Mountains.
With a sigh she rose to her feet, scanning the room around her. To the left her collection of tiny treasures sat in a perfect mound. Gold, sapphires, shells- anything she fancied she brought back with her. She couldn't touch them without ruining them, but she could still look at them. Some days they were the only thing that kept her going.
Spreading her wings she ascended into a low hover, making sure she cleared the moat of water that surrounded the island she slept on. Then she was outside- breathing fresh mountain air. She cast a glance up at the sky, wondering if any dragons would be out this morning. On mornings like this, she rarely saw anyone else, but there would always be the occasional SkyWing drifting through wind currents. They never seemed to care enough to descend to her level, something Pyre was more than happy with. There had been a time when she would have loved to talk to fellow members of her tribe. To learn their politics, their history- all the things she'd been starved from as a child.
But now, most days she was just happy to stay hidden. She knew if they came to her they would know what she was. They wouldn't challenge her directly- they knew she was too dangerous for that. But the way the glared, the way the whispered in other's ears, was enough to make Pyre wish they would just fight her.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 23, 2020 22:11:47 GMT -5
A Council of War
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Midday ✧ The Ice Kingdom ✧ Southern Border Outpost Snow crunched under his talons as Prince Shard landed along the edges of the ruined outpost. His piercing gaze surveyed the scene before him with cool detachment. The outpost was destroyed, pieces of it scattered everywhere. He saw at least two dragons, possibly three, who had been hurt or killed by whatever attacked the outpost. And there were a few of Queen Tundra’s council members and diplomats standing off to one side, looking on the destruction with horrified fascination.
Prince Shard took the three living dragons in at a glance: Hail, Ice, and Zero. Hail was the oldest, one of Tundra’s most trusted advisors. He put on a perfect ice-mask in the Council Chamber during meetings, and rumors claimed he was as hard and cold as that which he was named after. But Shard knew it was all just an act, if a very good one. It was slipping now, however, as Hail stared in stunned shock at the dead dragon in front of him.
Ice was a little younger than Hail, and if he was hard and cold, then Ice was fierce and frigid. Only with her, it wasn’t an act. Shard had heard of all the despicable things she did on Tundra’s behest; sometimes even for her own enjoyment. He had seen several of them as well. Ice was truly cruel, and Shard enjoyed watching her in an effort to find out why. Now, he could see nothing but cold satisfaction in her eyes, and he could guess her thoughts: Serves them right. These weaklings didn’t deserve to live.
Zero was Shard’s age, the newest member of the Queen’s Council, and a distant relative. A second cousin, or something. Shard didn’t care. He was more interested in the expression on Zero’s face. It was rather… devastated. Yes, that was the word. He was staring at the dead dragon with devastation in his eyes. Shard only had a moment to wonder why before he figured it out.
Zero’s older brother was a soldier. And he had been assigned to this outpost.
Had volunteered, actually, Shard corrected. Looking down at the still body, colder in death than it had ever been in life, Shard wondered if he had regretted that choice, at the end.
But Prince Shard didn’t dwell on it. He folded his wings neatly and stalked purposely toward the outpost. Not much remained of it, but there was one covered section intact. It looked more like an awning than a proper shelter, but there was enough room under it to house a few dragons.
That was where Queen Tundra had chosen to hold her Council meeting. She was sitting regally in the deepest shadow of the awning, her silver scales gleaming like one of the moons. Polar and Arctic were with her. They, along with Hail, were her oldest Council members. Polar was Tundra’s voice of logic and reason; Arctic her go-to for an action plan and whenever she needed something done now, and done quietly. They were both more genuine dragons than Hail, but like all IceWings within the Court, much of what one saw was not all that was truly there.
Tundra was already deep in discussion with Polar and Arctic, but she paused mid-sentence when she caught sight of Shard walking toward her. “Prince Shard,” she said by way of greeting. “Thank you for joining us.”
Shard swept his tail over the snow to clear himself a spot and sat down, tail curling neatly over his talons. “I wouldn’t miss it, Your Majesty,” he replied placidly. He waved one wing to encourage the conversation to restart. “Please, don’t stop on my account. I apologize for interrupting.”
“Nonsense. We were just discussing the details of the attack while waiting for the rest of the Council. Did you see any of them on your way in?”
Shard nodded. “Hail, Ice, and Zero are on the far side surveying the damage. And Taiga was just flying in when I landed.” He had spotted the young ambassador on his walk over. She had been little more than a speck in the sky, but he had recognized her small stature and silvery scales regardless.
Queen Tundra hummed quietly. “Good,” was all she said, and then they all fell silent while they waited for the rest of the Council to find their way over. |
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 22:32:17 GMT -5
(dragons can have a lot of different jobs, anything from jewelers and blacksmiths to gardeners and healers. what each dragon specializes in depends on the different kingdoms and such. i believe seawings are known for their support of the arts, and skywings place their military in high regard. the other tribes are less specific but their jobs vary on location and such. so a farmer in the mud kingdom would be different than a farmer in the rain kingdom. i would think it would be socially acceptable for a dragon to live on their own around 8 years, but while i think a dragon younger would raise a few eyebrows, as long as their older than 5 i feel like it would be within reason.)
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 22:39:05 GMT -5
♕ drift ♕
sea kingdom | late morning
Prince Drift had better things to do than worry, and yet that seemed to be what he spent the most time doing. He'd thought for the longest time that he'd be safe in the Sea Kingdom. It was isolated, and being a Prince, he had the best guards in the Kingdom surrounding him. Well, he corrected, The second best guards. Queen Pacific saved the best for her immediate family. And yet, with a dark and powerful danger lurking around, he couldn't help but feel at risk. The others seemed to believe that because the Kingdom was surrounded by water it was safe from attack. But Drift had his doubts.
For starters, there was plenty of the Kingdom above the surface that any dragon could attack. And even the stuff below the surface was vulnerable. If the figure was a team of dragons, then it would be within reason that one could be a SeaWing. Below the surface, their defenses were lazy, an attack could do some serious damage. And Drift had a hunch that maybe the attacks could be caused by a single dragon- that is if that dragon was an animus. The right spell could ruin life under the sea for decades.
Shaking his wings, he tried to focus on the papers in front of him. Nautilus had told him to focus at work, saying that the Queen could worry her head off about the threats to the Kingdom. Of course, his husband was right, but trying to calm Drift's mind was like trying to switch the direction of a typhoon.
The paper in front of him was simple enough, a petition for the building of a new school in the Bay of a Thousand Scales. The dragons there had been begging for a new school there for ages, complaining that traveling to the capital was too far a journey. For years his sister had just responded with "then they should just move closer", but now that she was distracted she might say yes.
The location selected was a cluster of islands that were mostly shielded from the hurricanes and storms that the area was known for. It wouldn't cost much to convert an island cave into a building, but Prince Drift knew that most SeaWings would be opposed to any major structure being built on ground. Especially with some shadowy being attacking the other tribes.
Shaking his head, he tried to clear his head. He would do his job during today's council meeting and nothing more. Swimming towards the door, Drift packed the papers in his back, and found Nautilus waiting for him.
Leaving already? Nautilus asked.
I should be there as soon as possible, don't want to make the queen wait, he replied.
Nautilus looked like he wanted to say more, but his scales didn't light up for a long time. Keep an eye out for Manta. She left a little bit ago, who knows what trouble she's gotten herself into.
Without another word, he swam away, leaving Drift alone at the door. Well, he thought, at least she doesn't have to deal with my sister.
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Post by lazy penguin on Feb 23, 2020 22:50:33 GMT -5
(i'm holding off on a valor post for rn, so i think all of my characters have starters up. i want to give teal a chance to reply before i throw up a pasque, so ima just watch for a bit lol.)
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Post by Tealraven on Feb 23, 2020 22:50:53 GMT -5
( penguin explained it pretty well. The dragons are fairly advanced; they have jobs and schools, they're capable of reading and writing on scrolls, they can play instruments, etc. As for ages, the way I picture it is 7 dragon years = 18 human years, since that's when they're officially considered adults. I imagine they grow quickly as dragonets and then age more slowly after 7 or 8 years, but beyond that there's not really a canon "rule" for aging.
working on replies for Firefly and the Queen's council btw )
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Post by Tealraven on Feb 23, 2020 23:26:31 GMT -5
✧ Falcon ✧ Midday | The Sky Kingdom - Queen's Palace | with Firefly “Hey, Birdbrain!” A friendly voice called.
Falcon blinked rapidly and sat up straight, rustling his wings and trying to look more awake than he felt. He fumbled with his spear, which he had been leaning on against the wall, staring out the window at nothing in particular. “Who goes the--” He demanded in his intimidating guard voice before recognizing the dragon in front of him. “Oh, it’s you.”
The other SkyWing gave him a lopsided grin. “Some guard you are.”
“Don’t use that tone with me,” Falcon replied haughtily, squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin. He could look very fierce indeed when he tried, but the playful twinkle in his glowing orange eyes suggested otherwise. He pointed his spear at his friend, but not closely enough to actually hurt him if he lost his grip. “Identify yourself!”
“Hurricane of the Royal Guard, requesting permission to take over your shift,” the other SkyWing reported with a mock salute.
Falcon stifled a yawn and stepped aside, stretching his massive orange wings. “Permission granted.”
Hurricane ducked under Falcon’s left wing to take his place by the hall to the upper floor, where the Throne Room resided. “Why don’t you head out to the practice field to stretch those wings instead of hitting me, huh?”
Falcon rolled his eyes. “I’ve been telling the architects for years to widen these hallways. I swear they’re getting smaller.” He waved to Hurricane over his shoulder and headed down the stairs to find a place to take off. Because the Sky Palace was built into the side of a mountain, with its many spires and turrets jutting into the sky like peaks themselves, every other level had an open-air platform for dragons to come and go from.
He caught a glimpse out the window of a sky so blue his lungs ached to breathe it in. It was a beautiful day for flying; down below, red and orange dragons swooped around obstacles or practiced flying in formation. During the reign of the Mad Queen Scarlet, the practice arena had been used as a gladiator, where dragons had gathered to watch other dragons fight to the death--you know, for fun. After her daughter Ruby killed the Mad Queen and took the throne, the arena was transformed into a hospital for veterans of the War of SandWing Succession. Now the arena was used for soldiers to practice drilling and combat, and during times of prosperity, it hosted various games for dragons to compete in for prizes and to hone their skills.
I should drop off my equipment first, thought Falcon. Wouldn’t want to accidentally poke someone’s eye out midflight. A brief detour to the barracks, then. He hung a left and was making his way down the corridor towards the platform when he heard talons thumping towards him. He had to flatten himself against the wall as a younger dragon stormed past, looking slightly murderous. “Whoa, there, grumpyscales,” he exclaimed. “You look like you’re…” lost, probably. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before. “...on a mission,” he finished diplomatically. He opened his wings slightly, trying to look friendly in spite of the spear he was carrying. "Perhaps you require assistance?"
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Post by Tealraven on Feb 24, 2020 0:01:18 GMT -5
✧ Taiga ✧ Midday | The Ice Kingdom - Southern Border | with the Council Taiga stiffened involuntarily as a shadow skimmed over the snow towards her, growing larger as it approached. She stepped back and tilted her head up to scan the skies overhead. Two dragons were preparing to land, one she recognized vaguely as a guard and the other, with her unmistakable pale lavender scales, as the queen’s only daughter.
Princess Pasque, Taiga thought darkly. The princess was too young to be a threat to her mother yet, but she was cunning. There was something fierce in her eyes that contrasted sharply with her delicate frame and expensive adornments. She was… interesting, for lack of a better word. Taiga hoped that one day she would figure her out--hopefully before she challenged Queen Tundra for the throne. Does Tundra know she's here?
“Your Highness.” Taiga acknowledged Pasque with a nod, respectfully avoiding eye contact. She fell in behind the princess but a few steps ahead of the guard as the little entourage made their way over to the ruined tent.
The Council was waiting for them, with Queen Tundra in the center. To Taiga’s surprise, Prince Shard was there, too. It wasn’t uncommon for the prince or the princess to sit in on their mother’s meetings; they were royalty, too, after all. But rarely did they both put in an appearance at the same time. Perhaps Queen Tundra hadn't expecting Pasque to show up.
Taiga addressed the queen first, then the prince, spreading her wings and lowering them in a bow. “Your Majesty. Prince Shard.” She dipped her head politely to the other Council members, Polar and Arctic. Folding her wings and shifting sideways to make room for Pasque and her companion, she stole a glance at the Queen’s face, wondering what her reaction would be. “You called for us?”
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