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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 10, 2017 11:20:56 GMT
One moment, she was snarling at him, slavering over a man who might possibly become her next meal. A meal of crunchy bone and warm blood, flesh and a beating heart. The next, his eyes flashed read, and the blur of magic overcame her as it washed out from Eamon. When her vision cleared, still swirling with orange and red, he was already well past four times her size, his black scales and red tints already recognizable by description. The dragoness backpedaled, scrambling to get out from under where his claws might hit as he shifted. His voice rumbled down at her as his growth slowed and stopped, like an avalanche from a mountain. She knew it was draconic. What other language could it be? But the dialect was not familiar. Was it new, was it old? Was rina girl, or was it stone? Either might work in this case.
Panic flew through her eyes in yellow sparks, fear making her hearts beat all the faster. Her wings, instead of mantling, clung flat to her back, and she glanced up at the monstrosity before her feeling, keenly, her mortality. She was not even fully up to his knee. He towered over her, could probably crush her in his fist. Fathomless eyes glanced up, sparks whirling so swiftly as to be lines and groups of yellow and red and orange. Fiery and bright, and fearful. She swallowed and backed up, tail curling around her as she huddled down.
How did one survive this? There was only one way. He would not take kindly if she were not a dragon. The Worldscorcher had not been known for his tolerance of other races. And speaking draconic was only one hint. What else had it been? What had tipped him off to trouble? Her flying. What dragon of her size, a young one but still old enough to have flown, and yet she was crashing like she'd barely made it out of the shell. Shimmer strained her memory for one of the rarely used languages she had found and studied. It had been intended only for magic, for draconic was a powerful, rolling tongue. She had taught herself from books, from fragments, from studies of old scholars, and from hints of living ones. Now it was either convince him of her blood, or her life would end.
"Oh-On-Onelka ve, j-janikup ir. Si huvena eh-ergriff ekess tra-troth dout ominak vur tiichi." She lowered herself before him, not quite cowering, though her wings shivered with fear and her hearts beat a triple rhythm of it. Her voice had come out slow, stuttering around the unfamiliar pronunciations and she was sure she messed up several of the words. But it had come out, almost feeling natural to the tongue and teeth she had. Trying to not shiver, she waited for him to react, hoping beyond hope that she would not have to match magic against his flames.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 10, 2017 12:03:20 GMT
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It was a joy to see her scramble to get out of the way, even though his vision blurred as he magic released its grip on him, her shimmering form was not mistaken. He moved back a little with a small step. He took care to not make too much of a mess, he knew he could shake the ground if he wanted to. So he moved with gentle movements. His wings were resting on the ground, casting a giant shadow on the ground and one might just think you could find stars in the darkness they brought. He lowered himself so he rested in a crouch and became a tad smaller. As she spoke he lowered his head so he could see her better. His spit pupils watched her from a sea of orange, red, and black. Everyone who dared stand up to the giant beast was either stupid or brave. Vaathu still couldn't decide which. He tilted his head slightly to the left and a warm breath escaped his nostrils, speaking of the fire which boiled just below his scales. Now, this was the way to address a legend such as he. He was impressed with her tongue, not many knew it. It brought a feeling of respect and kinship up in the old dragon. He might love destruction but he loved and missed his home and the siblings he had had. So the old tongue was one of the few things which could soothe the angry beast's mind. Dragon or not. It had helped lesser creatures betray him, so he knew to push away the urge to protect and speak in a softer voice.
"Dout ooble ui tisvelk, ghergo ir..."
He spoke in the same rumbling voice, still hard, but the words rolled off his tongue with ease and even a tad bit of kindness woven into them. For any who knew the old tongue was almost an ally. His tail curled to form a circle around the two dragons. He was more or less convinced she was kin. So he had no reason to destroy the beautiful, shimmering body of hers. His eyes softened.
"Si kashor coi, ghergo ir. Svabol tir astahii relgr wux?"
The black dragon had many plans for his new age of dragons, he had every intention to create a race of powerful dragons, no weak and feeble dragons who bowed to the other races. He might be reasoned with, but in the end, he would get what he wanted. He would see the world destroyed or in his image. He would kill kin, he would burn the lesser races' fortresses and their homes if they did not bend to his will. He did not desire to rule the world, only to see his kind roaming it free and with the respect they deserved. So this meant he needed his kind to come out of hiding, even this young one could be of use. She would grow with time and turn into a magnificent warrior, swift and deadly. If not she would still be a dragon. And he needed every single dragon to follow him into the new age.
"Svaklar d wux vinult de?"
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 11, 2017 23:14:38 GMT
Her wings shivered more as the instinctual fear of the dragon shivered into anger at being so intimidated. But now was not the time for such. He was enormous! Shimmer was convinced that he might be able to chomp at least half of her form into that enormous snout. Fathomless black eyes gave away the mixture of emotions. Yellow panic and fear, red fury. Blue and purple swirled in with her fascination and thoughtfulness. His voice rumbled over her again, a smaller avalanche than before. Was that… kindness? Surprised entered even as her triple hearts pounded with even more fear as his tail circled around, trapping her in.
It took several moments for his words to translate in her mind. And then she nearly laughed in relief. She had spoken draconic. Badly, but well enough to be understood. For a brief moment, fascination gave her the courage to look up, to meet his fiery gaze with her own dark one. The spikes of silver around her left eye reflected the luminescence of his gaze back at him. He was, she decided in that moment, beautiful. Huge, perhaps, but deadly, dangerous, and powerful. A beast worthy of the legends recorded in books and tapestries. Unwittingly, she felt an attraction begin behind the fear that gripped her.
Her jaws parted, teeth flashing as she managed to speak in reply. Her voice held more confidence now, but her pronunciation was still slightly off. Even though she had adjusted slightly to match his, the rolling, growled tongue did not sound so powerful, coming from her jaws. "Si.. Tir ti tepoha vi ominak xihuuliup di nomeno ooble. Sia odassi tira ti huven ihk ve ekess doege ihk nomeno adon, vur zyak coi tepohaic thric ominak.”
She lowered her head slightly feigning embarrassment, slipping back into the common tongue.. ”Apologies, Great One. I do not know our language as I should. My parents were among those who prefer to remain hidden in entirety. They did not encourage anything that makes me more inclined to stay in this form.” In truth, her mind raced, trying to debate how to get out of the situation. Even the vast versatility of her magic was not powerful enough to go against the hardened scales of this particular dragon. Her claws dug into the earth, anchoring her as she slowly tried to calm herself. It took several moments before her hearts began to slow, sounding like a mouse heart in comparison to the enormous thump of his.
“I…” She hesitated, looking at her own feet to disguise the careful thought behind her words. ”I linger in the Duskmire and the mountains to the north of there. Where it is easier to hide.” Shimmer's wings lifted slightly from her back, fear fading slightly into caution, and her eyes lifted from the ground to look over him. He was enormous and all but emanated power, and heat. Flames that boiled under his scales. Her tail curled around her, wrapping all the way over her front claws.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 12, 2017 20:14:55 GMT
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She seemed to gain some of her confidence back as she overcame the initial awe of his true form. He didn't blame her, she should admire him, adore him and worship him... He hoisted his head up and craned his neck to look down upon her shimmering form. Even in the shadow of him she shone as brilliant as a thousand stars...
It was a surprise when she spoke in her stuttering, lacking tongue. Her parents had not given her a name... They had given her the gift of life and she was nameless! A low rumble - a rumble resembling a rolling thunderstorm in the distance- rose from his throat. His eyes burned like embers in the wind. Dull. Then swimming with life. His eyes rested in her black ones as he pieced the whole puzzle together. "Si nishka regipre wux vi ominak. ir de sia kurjh ooble..."
He observed her as his mind worked through the options. He wanted to name her something worthy of her appearance. Something like... Rahsan Vorsakh...
"Rahsan Vorsakh.. Sjek ti, hak... Jehikagon? "
He managed to curl his enormous tail even closer around them, a snake slowly closing on its prey, readying itself for squeezing the life from its body... He hummed again. A flash of madness entered his eyes. Soon people would notice him in the distance. He was towering over castles and would not go unnoticed for long. Her offer to go somewhere more... secluded was a welcomed with a humming growl. He shifted his talons and the earth seemed to shift just a little under the movement.
"Very well, then. "
The black leviathan spread out his wings and rose to his feet. He was about to take off, when he paused and looked down at the shimmering dragoness with a rather cold and annoyed gaze. Was she going to get out of the way and start running or was she going to stand there and do nothing while he took to the air? He knew he would reach a good height long before her, despite his size. He was not as lithe as her, but neither was he a bulky dragon who looked as if he could wrestle a mountain. He was a wonderful mixture of speed and strength, however, his build was meant for speed and long flights.
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 13, 2017 0:23:39 GMT
She tried to hold steady, but under the intensity of his gaze, she wanted to shrink, to slip into the earth and disappear. Her claws sank into it once again, holding her steady. For a moment, she shivered as his rumbling growl echoed through the air. But then he spoke, and her head lifted, jaw opening slightly in a smile as he chose to name her. Her voice was quiet as she murmured the name under her breath, liking the way it sounded both in Draconic and in the common tongue. Moments after, his tail curled tighter around her, until his scales actually touched hers, and she was scooted just a little closer to him. The heat that emanated from him was greater even than the heat that she held within her. Her mind was fascinated. But then he rose to his feet, and his wings opened.
Where was he going? It took moments for her to make the connection. To where it was easier to hide. The Duskmire, or perhaps north of there, into the mountains. Fathomless black filled with confusion. And then he turned his fiery gaze upon her, eyes filled with cold annoyance, and she ducked her head, muttering a swift apology as she scrambled away from his claws and out of his way. Knowing that he would be able to leap into flying height, she turned the scramble into a lope, and then launched herself from the top of one of the hills. Newfound confidence from her success, along with a bit of terror of the beast behind her, caused her leap to be higher than normal, and her wings beat hard to bring her to the proper height. Even at the height at which she would be nearly invisible, he would be enormous to eyes below.
A whine left her throat as she reached tree height and then angled herself steeper to gain even more height, hearts thrumming in her chest. How would she find space anywhere for this monster? Perhaps he would be willing to shift back? Even the Duskmire or the mountains could not hide one of his size for very long. Questions thrummed through her mind, but she was not exactly able to back out of anything. She was junior to Eamon and had no doubts that she might not be able to get out of sharing a great deal with him. Even as she struggled for height, her mind began to work out her next move, the story that she had begun building to direct him away from the possibility of her being anything but a young dragon.
Without hesitation, she turned toward her flight north and east, toward the Duskmire. Even as she steered her body through the air, she glanced around looking for the looming shadow of his bulk, a nightmare in the sky.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 13, 2017 10:19:20 GMT
As the shimmering dragoness moved out of the way and took off the black giant took a few steps to give her time to rise up. The steps were small for him, but in a world where everything was smaller than him, a small step covered a few miles and when he leapt into the air he gained an incredible height and with a few strong beats of his black wings he was above the trees. He avoided the smalller dragon with ease, however the wind currents he whipped up might prove a cihallenge for the young dragon. He had believed her to be younger than a hundred years, but if her word was anything to go by she had her human form and thus she was older than a hundred. His jaw relaxed and revealed the several rows of sharp teeth, as he exhaled. A warm gust of wind escaped with it and it swirled with a faint blue color, as if a breath was forming in his chest. His breath was a scorching flame, able to melt most things with ease. He had missed the feeling of flying, it was a freedom beyond compare and Vaathunaax wanted to restore his kins status, to force the other races into hiding, just as his kin had been.
His mind drifted for a second, but returned and turned his snout upwards, cutting through the currents with ease, he rose at a slow pace but soon he was up above the few clouds and might be mistaken for a large cloud blocking out the sun for a minute or two. The suns heat was greedily absorbed by his black form and as his muscles warmed up he started to move with far more strength and speed than before, now being able to stretch his wings to their full length. Months spent in his human form became tireing and his muscles ached as they finally were stretched. His mind was slowly beginning to fall into the violent patterns he normally would suppress. He might not seem to be a force of darkness in his human form, but behind his hazle eyes his soul yearned for power and control. There had been a time when he wished for peace and a place to build a home with a family of his own, now.... Now his mind was twisted and the kindness he had once shown had turned sour and all then hurt he had experienced had left very little compassion and love in his heart.
(Time Skip???)
He watched the younger dragon below him, lingering on her brilliant form for a few moments, before he moved his focus to the ground. He focused on the terrain and the smells of the earth and air. The air around mires were different from the other places of the wilds. They were faint, but he had lived in this world too long and the scents were as familiar as his own tail. So when they reached the wilds and shortly after the mire, he started to circle the air looking for a place to land and waiting for the younger dragon to lead the way to her hideout.
/sorry if there is a bunch of mistakes, wrote it on my hipad at work xD
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 15, 2017 17:17:45 GMT
Her eyes found Vaathunaax easily once he rose into the air. She battled gravity for height, and moments later, the buffeting winds from the elder dragon's wings slammed against her. One wing was dragged under her for a moment, and panic ensued. the small dragoness nearly tumbled through the air. Instinct saved her this time, turning the whole incident into a wingover. Shimmer paid more attention to the air currents as she struggled to keep up with Vaathunaax, let alone ahead of him to lead the way.
She was sure she made it back in record time, as the Duskmire's scent rose to her nose. Despite that, she wasn't quite happy. She was exhausted and starving now. Her right wing felt as though it were strained, and her shoulders ached, the entirety of this muscle structure so new to her. She glanced at the bulk of dragon that was Vaathunaax and for a moment was unsure where she would be able to find for him to land. Would he change back to his human form? She had to way to know. So rather than as about it, she forced the issue, turning her head, and then her flight in the direction that her current lair stood. The clearing she aimed for was too small for him to land in. Indeed, it was almost too small for her.
Confidence, fear, and the strange instincts that had come with her body all were her friend as she slid into a dive. She felt as though she was too close to the ground as she flared her wings open fully and reach for the muck with her claws. She managed to land without too much pain, though her wing wrenched as the air caught it. As small, pained yelp came from her, but at least she didn't crash. Mud splattered onto her shimmering scales, darkening the silver, and she looked up eyes searching for the unintentional guest she had brought home.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 15, 2017 22:12:37 GMT
As they flew he rarely looked down upon the colorful Rahsan Vorsakh, he paid little mind to her struggels She would have to learn to slice through the currents, she might not be born with the element of air, since most of those found their best friend in the wind. They were softer creatures. Fragile and good for peaceful times and pretty to look at. Then there was beaing such as him, bred to handle a good portion of everything, not the best in storms, but sturdy enough to survive crashlandings and fights. His eyes were akin to that of an acive vulcano, constantly swirling with orange, red, black and whites.
When the younger dragon dove to land in a clearing he observed her, studied her. She seemed to have flown for longer than she should have. Perhaps too high, batteling the currents were not always easy at that age, though this was rare. She might not have seen the world through her true eyes for a long time. If she had been raised to stay in her human form when she reached it, then... Then it would be likely she had not change for years, decades even. He knew how sore your wings got after being dormant or such a time. They would dmeand that you land and rest. So he simply noted it. Another reason why she should follow him, so she could be free. Live in her true form.
She managed to land with some dignity. She had been in dire need for a lesson, though. He circled closer, trying to angle it so that he would not pulverize too many trees. He did not intend to land fully, just enough so that he could transform into his smaller, human form. His wings were acting as a giant parachute, the air keeping him from falling like some boulder form a mountain. He tried, he realy did. He harbored somethng resembling respect and affection towards nature. It was pure and it could overcome almost anything... But still he knocked a few trees down, they landed with a low rumble and their trunks groaned as they broke and tilted over. He angeled himself much like Rahsan Vorsakh had and when his talons touched the ground - raking tenches as he hovered in the air still- he transformed. The magic blurred and swirled he shrunk and in what seemed like no time the dragon had become the tall, attractive healer. He walked out of the traces his talons had left behind and looked to the giant dragoness, waiting for her to transform. Or show him what she calld home, though she had n chance of gettig through the trees at that size. Was she perhaps the decendant of one of the earth dragons, which burrowed tunnels in the earth?
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 16, 2017 18:45:22 GMT
Shimmer stretched her wings for a moment at the edge of the clearing as Vaathunaaz descended, crushing several trees before magic enveloped him and replaced his enormity with his human form. He strode from the traces left by his landing, leaving the clearing a bit larger than before, and looked at her expectantly. Inwardly, she cursed. Did he expect her to change as well? She couldn't do that. She still wasn't even sure if she would ever be able to. This was a fact that both terrified her and exhilarated her. So, with her hearts beating swiftly again in fear that he would guess her secret all too soon, she murmured softly, the spell that she had come up with to shift the paths to accommodate her newfound bulk. A surge of power went through the ground and the trees, and they shifted away from her as she moved.
It was a visible thing as she stepped past the first set of trees. They didn't quite bend around her, but they noticeably shifted, the ground moving slightly as well. It was probably for the best that she had not attempted to make herself a larger specimen, for her size would have severely limited her mobility in many areas. It wasn't very far to her current home, only about a ten minute walk from the clearing. The whole way, the trees shifted for her, and as they shifted back behind her, her tracks in the muck were shuffled away as well. It wasn't long before the stepped into a much smaller clearing, the ground more solid here, and a cave looming as the ground rose in a steep hill. She barely felt the drain on her energy, usually. After her long flight, she felt exhausted though, and sighed in relief at the sight of her home.
-Bright Flame-. She turned the name he had given her over in her mind as she shuffled her wings closed fully and paused at the entrance to the cave. A low murmur in draconic ended the spell that had cleared her path, and a click of her claws brought a blue mage light into being, lighting the darkness of the cave. For the briefest moment, she hesitated, glancing back at Eamon. A cave was certainly not the most impressive of homes, but she was supposed to be in hiding. Her lair, its warren in the bedrock, from when she was simply a mage was more impressive. But it suited her fine, since she had gotten many of her crystals with her.
She led the way through the cave, claws ticking softly against stone, her tail moving along with the dry rasp of scales over rock. The floor angled down, taking them deeper, until, far enough in that few would follow, the tunnel opened into a large cavern. To the left was a large open space, and to the right a slightly smaller one. The space glowed gently, lit by luminescent crystals that dotted the walls and ceiling. Eventually the right side would be another workroom, but for now, it was simple space. To the right was where she slept. A pile of gems, both rare and common, lay there in a small hoard big enough for her to lay upon.
As she headed that direction, she looked back at Eamon, craning her head around to do so. ”I do not have many comforts here, I am sorry. If you wish for a place to sit I can make something suitably comfortable, though.” The offer was quiet, her voice a low murmur so as not to echo out the cave, and without so much fear within her, it once again held warm, sultry tones within it.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Jan 8, 2018 20:37:47 GMT
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As she walked the trees seemed to part for her. Where there had been no path for a beast as large as her, there was one. Èamon had to jog to follow her pace, he didn't mind though, the exercise was a good way to transition and shake the feeling of needing to be on all fours. Had the youngster made a contract with a mage? Vaathu had been around for far too long to not know of a place where the trees shifted to accommodate your size. He felt the embers of the previous suspicion flare up. Mages were powerful beings and if you gave them an inch they would bring your doom. The black dragon had had no pleasant memorize with mages. Or... He had spent a few years with a mage, only for her to betray him and doom him to centuries of darkness. The mere thought of it made the almost teal eyes grow hard and cold.
He moved as well as he could to keep up with the dragoness and remember this place so he could find her again. He imagined he would need to since he had not known the company of another dragon for a considerable amount of time. As they made their way down into the darkness by the light of a small orb, the embers of suspicion grew into a small flame. Dragons couldn't create orbs. Not like that anyway. He didn't say anything, however. When they made it to the heart of her lair as a light sheen of sweat made the tall man's skin almost glow in the light of the crystals. His body was fit for fight, but the heat accumulated in the cavern and the long jog had been enough to bring a visible sign of his body's efforts. He took in the caverns, mapping what he could see. On the outside, he would look as any other person admiring the house of someone else. However, Vaathu was a warrior and mastermind. His mind constantly cranked and took notice of the smallest things. How else would he notice the slightest change in his underlings' emotions and habits? This wasn't his first rodeo and he wanted to add the young Rahsan Vorsakh to his ranks. He turned his attention towards the younger dragon and moved closer to her. "The floor is fine" His voice was low, dark and he let a little of mask fall. Not enough to show her what twisted thoughts roamed around in his head, but just enough to seem... What was it the lesser creatures called it? Tall, dark, handsome and with a dash of mystery? Something along those lines... He sat down and crossed his legs and looked at the dragoness. "You have a nice home, Rahsan Vorsakh.."
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Post by shaecayrn on Jan 10, 2018 8:45:26 GMT
She didn't settle into the pile of gems like part of her longed to. No, Eamon was far to dangerous for her to feel comfortable lounging about like the queen she was convinced she was. She had to tread carefully here, for even the magic that allowed her to walk through the paths of the trees had been risky to show in front of him. The mage light, perhaps that was also calling for trouble. Shimmer felt torn, between showing off and remaining cautious. For now, she chose caution, and as he settled upon the floor, she settled upon it as well, next to the pile of gems. Her eyes sparked with nervous colors as she plucked a sapphire from the pile and began to toy with it in one clawed hand.
The corners of her lips tilted up at his compliment, and her reply came as she looked around her large cavern. "It is still a work in progress... But it is coming together nicely. I am glad you like it." She swallowed, fathomless eyes turning to focus upon the dark, somewhat menacing seeming man in front of her. How was it possible that such a small, weak body could come across as so intimidating? Perhaps it was simply because she had now seen him shift into a form that was bigger than this cavern, and had faced a moment in which death had been imminent had she not recalled the little bit of draconic she knew.
Her wings shifted, lifting for a moment and then settling against her back comfortably. -Rahsan Vorsakh. Bright Flame.- She tossed the word in her mind for a moment and smiled. Perhaps such was not all bad. She shifted, tail curling around the pile of gems in a possessive motion as she lowered her head slightly, putting herself in a space where it was easy to see him. She was unsure how to proceed, unsure exactly what he wanted from her, and she was unsure if proceeding in a subtle or blunt manner would be a better choice. Quietly, she spoke once again. "I... I don't know what you wish of me, sir." Admitting to not knowing something felt like pushing her scales backwards, but she had little choice. Offering him respect, even if it was nothing more than lip service, was even more irritating. Her hearts beat, a triple thump that was audible even to human ears for a brief moment before she took a deep breath. "Why.... why name me, why come to my home?" Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent, eyes searching his. Sparks of orange and yellow mixed with a curious sort of blue against the black background of her gaze.
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