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Post by Nicodemus on Jan 17, 2018 13:56:29 GMT
FOG IN THE AIR JUST TO MAKE MY MIND FEEL CLEAR
► Alternitive Title: Scary Storms◄
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» The sky rumbled behind him, bringing the cold and the wet along with it. The sky was darkened, and his scales blended in well, but he would soon have to land. It wasn’t snowing but he knew that a thunderstorm in winter was rare and it would mean large chunks of hail falling from the sky. Dangerous conditions that were possible to fly in, that was if you wanted holes in you wings. All the birds had fled the sky, so it was now up to Nicodemus to find shelter before the oncoming storm hit. He knew that the Fallen City ruins were nearby and that he could fit underneath the biggest building if he crawled under it or he could transform into his human form and find a more secure building. He couldn’t turn back and fly to the forest in any case. It didn’t have trees big enough to cover him and it was dangerous as a human to be in the forest in that kind of weather.
On the edge of his vision, he saw the rabble and he sped up his flight, ignoring the aching in his wings as he did so. The moon was covered by the heavy clouds and he winced as the storm let loose its thunder. Harsh, cold rain began to leak from the sky, putting pressure on the thick membranes of his wings. He hissed softy and angled himself downward. He landed on the ground heavily, pulling his wings in and tucking them close to his body. He then began to lumber towards the buildings in the distance. It was only a few minutes of walking before he arrived. He had planned to fly through the rabble, but walking made it much harder. Nico barely stopped himself from flinching at the lightning and thunder that followed after quickly, picking up the pace towards the biggest building that he could see.
He approached with haste, then paused as something struck him as wrong. He slowly turned his head towards a moving figure. He instantly bared his teeth, realising that it was a human. A human had seen him! He wasn’t too close to human civilisation, but reports of a giant dragon the size of a hill would follow him all the way home. That was something he couldn’t risk, so he glared at the person, deciding whether he should threaten them or just eat them. His hungry stomach reminded him of his existence, and the chance of the human keeping his mouth shut was a low change, so he took a step forward, getting closer to see if the human was wearing any armour or not. He kept his eyes trained on the man, making sure that he didn’t make any big movements. Nicodemus knew how dangerous humans could be, but that was mostly the ones that stuck in groups. He quickly repressed the image of his sister being pinned down by Dragon Hunters, dismissing it as unimportant when there was other matters to attend to.
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Post by Eliandor Ayzalth on Aug 5, 2018 5:20:10 GMT
Just beyond the outcropping of an old, run down remnant of civilization, the sky had swelled and grown darker, more menacing by the minute. Gently, at first, water drummed down on a cracked roof high above, but soon it intensified, flowing into the ruins at a steady course, one that would eventually, years later, bring them down. Eliandor sat upon a slab of rock in the thick of it, flinching ever so slightly every time rain leaked from a crevice above him and dripped onto his head or shoulders. He had arrived just a few minutes before the storm had swelled, thanking the sky for his mostly dry clothing and for the isolation downpours tended to bring. Inhaling a deep breath, he raised his right hand up and removed the band around his ring finger, throwing it a few meters away as it transformed into a longsword and imbedded itself into the ground. His heartrate rapidly increased as the familiar surge of magic followed, and yet he resisted the urge to grin, calming his mind. A few moments lapsed with no incident as he mentally ran through a series of questions, answering the same as usual. Scanning for any newcomers with his now bloodied eyes, and coming up empty, he again breathed deeply, this time with a sharp intonation to it. A pair of horns, his, naturally, manifested above his ears, spiraling backward in a straight line ending in a wicked point for each, at the same time canines elongating into fangs. Eliandor could no longer resist the urge to crack a crooked smile, the maddening ecstacy dousing him before it subsided and his face fell. His veins pulsed, his own subconscious wanting to pull himself back to what was natural, what at that moment instinctually felt right. Logically, however, he knew that was not the case, that his control even now was slipping from his sane grasp. Eliandor was determined, however, to retain the form for as long as possible. Rising onto his feet, he walked over to grab his sword, but before he could get to it something moved in the distance, quickly approaching and revealing itself to be a dragon. Quite physically imposing, it, rather, he, was, although he blended into the dark background almost perfectly. The one exception was because of the obvious way that he had already acknowledged Eliandor, in an imposing matter, nonethless, and for that the hand that had previously been reaching toward his longsword, out of simple habit, not threat, slowly retreated back to his side. The hybrid did not back away, however, looking the dragon straight in the eye. Despite his lack of armor or abundance of weapons, a stray threat, whatever its size or scale, was not something he had ever backed away from. Though, there was something vaguely familiar about the particular face, and it took a moment to click. "Tilabil darastrix?" he said, almost to himself although the dragon would probably be able to hear him. It had been quite some time, but the particular individual reminded him of the eldest dragon, his name on the tip of Eliandor's tongue. It wasn't exactly information at the top of his priority list, after all. Nicodemus
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Post by Nicodemus on Aug 5, 2018 10:12:52 GMT
FOG IN THE AIR JUST TO MAKE MY MIND FEEL CLEAR
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» Hunger gnawed at his stomach but once the huge dragon got a better look at the humanoid, he realised his mistake. This was no human- it was some odd hybrid creature- perhaps a mage who was obscuring their true form? He pondered on it for a while, his thoughts sluggishly moving off the insistent pang that informed him that he was hunger. Seeing the odd creature had certainly put him off his appetite for the humanoid in particular but he was still very hungry from such a long flight. Nico pulled his wings a little closer as the wind picked up, bringing the rain to come hammering over his head. He scowled at the staring creature, turning into a confused frown as he was addressed. He didn't recognise this person, especially with the low light. He hissed softly as the thunder clapped in the not-so distance. He lowered his head to get a better look as he replied slowly, "Axun? Svaust re wux?"
His voice was deep and rumbly, a snarl of a sound when it came from his reptile voicebox. He glowered down, finally determining him to be a hybrid. He had mixed feelings about such things. If a dragon was the right age to have dragonets, why not have them with another dragon as to preserve the dragon population? He still didn’t understand the idea of settling down with a human, since they would die so quickly. Their lives were so fleeting, compared the longevity of dragons. Nicodemus had been around for hundreds of generations of humans, their lives weren’t insignificant, but they were very short, and he found it hard to attach himself to them. How was he supposed to, knowing that they would become one of the hundreds? Nicodemus wasn’t the oldest dragon that had ever lived, but he was the oldest dragon to live at this time. It was odd to think that his brother and father were dead, and his younger friends just scattered around the world. It hurt him to think about, so he focused on the matter at hand. Although he didn’t necessarily agree with hybrids, it wasn’t the man’s fault that he had been born that wat. In any case, Nico would trust this creature more than other. Dragons weren’t exactly the friendliest to each other, being quite territorial, but they all wanted to continue the existence of their race. They were more likely to help each other out. Nicodemus was tempted to shrink down into his human form to find somewhere a little smaller to hid form the storm that was looking bad. He wasn’t sure he trusted this hybrid to not kill him, you never knew who you could trust, especially if he was half human.
Nico took a deep breath before he spoke again, “Tir wux tepoha vi goawy ihk wer kepesk?” He enquired, the hybrid’s answer would be what decided Nicodemus’ next action.
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Post by Eliandor Ayzalth on Aug 6, 2018 1:17:04 GMT
He hated that stare, the momentary glance of confusion followed by immediate judgement, the instant transition from being a person to an object of study. He had ventured to the Fallen City for that reason above all others, for the isolation it offered to protect against being seen. Of course, some would argue that he could have retreated further into the ruins instead of just under a large outcropping, but Eliandor immediately pictured about a million different ways he could accidentally bring a more confined space down. Very few were pleasant, well, in his current state of mind they all were but that was another issue entirely. The dragon continued to irritate him, not necessarily his fault but more so because Eliandor's temper was just... generally short when he was fighting himself to begin with. He absently wondered just how tight each plate on the eldest dragon's articulate scales was to the next, how much force it would take to rip one off entirely, but his logic quickly banished the individual into the category of better ally than enemy. Yet the question he asked sounded so much more like a what than a who that again the hybrid felt the urge to lash out internally. His facade, however, remained cool, although it took far more concentration to maintain such than he had originally hoped, enough that he didn't have time to think about replying with anything other than the truth. "Eliandor Ayzalth. Eli ui winhal sjek wux tuor creolnali ifyoev. Si mi bivai, si tir ti jinthil dout ominak; si tir ti nafl xikin ptaual ekess wer biwheg vur tepoha vi tisvelk jilinth." He spoke more fluid than before, as if slowly easing back into a lost tongue, for that was the truth. Still, his speech was somewhat broken, a combination of his rusty vernacular when it came to dragonspeech, as it was rare for him to use it beyond basic words of expression, and an effort to not seem so blunt, although it failed miserably. Did he really care, though? The answer was a flat out no. That wasn't even a result of his other personality starting to manifest, it was the simple fact that he had no time for the weakhearted. They would keel over and give in, eventually. They always did. Probably not the best approach to dealing with the eldest dragon, though, was it? Eli had to admit, despite the fact that his solitude had been shattered at least it was by someone interesting. And so, for the moment he decided to play along, eyeing his sword however for the simple sanity it offered. "Si tir ti waph tenpiswo, shar mobi re throdenilt sheltered epanomisi karifilt sari nomeno lorakimas batobot si tepoha ocuirtor," Eliandor responded, pointing backward into the shadows of the broken building, where stone slabs would be able to block the wind rapidly increasing in its ferocity. Nicodemus
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