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Post by Éamon Lyall on Nov 20, 2017 1:21:14 GMT
The night was young and the stars had only just started to show themselves in the night sky. A gentle breeze greeted a tall figure as he dismounted a horse, which he then proceeded to tie to a tree. He moved swiftly as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere, even though there was nothing for miles around him. He was at the foot of a mountain, the stone giants a safe haven for all who wished to get lost. Which was just what the man wanted. He had travelled far to get here, almost five days. He had made it by travelling most of the night as well. But now he was here and he still had quite a trek to get to a safe place. He didn't fancy giving up his secret just yet. He was a forgotten legend and he wanted to remain that for just a while longer. So after he tied the horse started to walk. He walked for what seemed like hours before he stopped, his breath uneven and laboured. The air was getting thinner as he ascended the mountainside. When he deemed that he had travelled far enough he reached for the fire inside him. For his nature. He felt the shift. Felt the blackened scales break his skin, felt his mouth grow into a muzzle with several rows of teeth in a set of snapping jaws. The change was swift and where there had been nothing there now was a giant beast, which made the mountains seem much smaller than they were. He let out a slow breath of grey smoke, before unfolded his wings, he couldn't unfold them all the way, a mountain was in his way. His strong legs were used jump from the mountainside and just in time before he plummeted to the ground he got enough wind to under his wings to rise up. He rose at a terrible speed and as he reached the air above the mountains he started to glide. Enjoying finally having the freedom to stretch his wings. After his meeting with the young, colourful dragoness, he had yearned for the thin air up here.
He flew over the mountains, looking down on the world beneath him. This was where he belonged. Not down there with the filth of the world. He had been worshipped. He had been feared. He was not the most righteous of dragons and the years spent in captivity had taken its toll on his mind. He wanted power. He wanted chaos. And he was plotting his return, he was planning to make the dragons gods again. A selfish dream, but perhaps with the help of the underwhelming remains of the council he could make the change he wanted to see in the world.
Maddox Sallos
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Nov 22, 2017 1:34:40 GMT
It had been an uneventful boring day and once night had finally started to greet the sky, Maddie found himself sighing in almost relief at the relief. Nighttime always had a relieving presence because most of the time the shadows could hide the truth. The shadows made things like him have an easier life of finally getting a chance to unveil the mask he has to put on all day. A roll of his shoulders was giving as he stretched his neck from one side to the other letting the pressure of the day simply melt away. Who knew having two visitors in his household could be such work. Lucia’s head had finally healed and she had awoken from her slumber confused and a bit cumbersome but like the feline he knew her to be she bounced back fairly quickly. Of course, he told the fib that he had bought her just to see if it would keep her around a little longer but naturally with the ease of coming and going as she wished -- she wasn’t always around. That was fine though. He had no use of a prostitute as she were. He had no interest in courtship. Of course it could be because he just simply hadn’t met the right person but in reality, he was far more complicated than just that. Most weren’t interested in a weird offset dragon.
His home was relatively quiet. Ymir, for now, was nowhere to be found either sleeping or looking the place over and Lucia had left days ago and hadn’t returned. This left Maddie to be alone with his thoughts. Not that it was a bad thing. As long as neither the mage nor the feline gave him trouble he saw no reason to lock either one of them in his basement with the others.
He headed to the top of his perch. The very place where he could go and shift into his dragon form and come and go as he pleased from his home. Since there was no way in or out unless through the large opening it made his home rather secured. He enjoyed his privacy anyways. He headed towards the edge of the perch landing and peered out at the nighttime sky looking at the millions of white dots that littered them and that was when he saw it. A figure swooping in and out of the clouds. The large spaned wings obviously stated his own kind and had he not gotten a burning pit in his stomach he probably would have been curious about them. However, his experience with his own kind was never anything he thought of fondly. They could be boring, pushy, and downright obnoxious. The fact this one was flying around near his home even made the hellfire feel a bit hotter as it boiled beneath the surface of his skin. He didn’t own the mountains and they were free to go and do as they wished but he couldn’t help but want to know why of all the years he lived there why one was just now so close.
”You are skirting on trespassing.” He shouted though they were close enough and with the echo of the mountains he didn’t have to force his voice to be too loud. His arms crossed his chest as his blue eyes seemed to bore into the dancing dragon figure. Most would probably shy away but for now, this was his home, his property…. And he was above and beyond the typical dragon. His brain perhaps didn’t work the way others did. No less he waited to see if he garnered the others attention. He wasn’t hostile not in the least however he didn’t look amused. Éamon Lyall
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Nov 22, 2017 8:05:52 GMT
A voice echoed through the mountains and had the black dragon's ears not been as keen as they were, he would not have heard the voice. The red embers found the small figure on a perch. A human? A human dared challenge him? Warmth swelled up in his chest. His fire burned long and he could fire a bolt and before the small creature knew what had hit him he would have been reduced to ashes... Yet. The dragon felt a bond with the other. Not a strong bond as between friends but the unspoken kind of bond between a stranger who he only shared one thing with. Their race. The way a fae would choose a stranger fae over the company of stranger from another race. It was nothing but a hunch. But the ancient dragon had rarely been wrong when it came to his gut feeling. The few times he had gone against his instincts it ended badly.
So the giant circled down. His tail whipped through the air causeing gusts of wind to howl through the mountains. As he came closer to the creature on the mountain he came to a stop. He held himself in the air as close to the stranger as he could. A dark grin revealed the rows of razor sharp teeth as he opened his mouth slightly, however it was more as if a mountain revealed a hidden cave. A low growl formed in his chest. The creature looked as if he was about to reprimand the dragon, as a parent would a child... Annoyance flared up in him and his red eyes became darker, revealing the swirling madness and darkness in his mind. He served only himself and he flew wherever he wanted. "And who might you be? For you to claim these mountains as your own..." He growled. Hot breath leaving his mouth and telling of the hellfire he could unleash if the answer didn't please him. Vaathunaax had no trouble with killing his own kin, however, it was a waste. The dragons were few in numbers as it were, but weaklings and cowards had no right to the titel of Dragon. Vaathu knew many dragons, he had to. Otherwise what kind of Elder would he be, when he could not name his own? But during his imprisonment he had not managed to see the younger generations grow. He had grown to be a fabel during that time, dead by dragon hunters no doubt. If the creature before him in truth was kin, then he might only know of him from his brief resurface around the time at end of the war. He had reclaimed his seat in the council so those who had a connection to them might know. The red eyes bore into the strangers. Waiting for his reply.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Nov 22, 2017 20:41:36 GMT
The wooshing of the other dragon’s wings told him that he was heading his way. He stood rather patiently despite feeling ire boiling in his blood. Cold blue eyes stared at the now hovering figure who seemed to be trying to intimidate. His brow arched. Just by looking at the other creature afore him he could tell age, he could also tell that this dragon was a lot bigger than he was in his true form. It would take a lot more than an imposing dragon to send a chill down this one’s spine. His finger tapped his arm a little impatiently as he could see the madness rattling in the other’s eyes. It wasn’t an uncommon thing amongst their kind. That’s what happened when you live for thousands of years and seen as much as they did. It would be more surprising if you didn’t lose yourself along the way and kept grounded in sanity. Maddie had his own issues and quirks as he was sure others did as well. If he could find a sane elder dragon he would be more impressed…. However…. He had yet to find such a thing.
Such a pity too the craft of his mind would want to dig deeper.
At his taunting question, the younger dragon tipped his head for a moment before casting him a rather charismatic smile. ”The owner who has lived here for hundreds of years and not bothered by his own kind for just as long.” he said soundly. ”Who are you to demand such knowledge.” His words were icy much like the powers that laid in his very form. It was amusing really as the two stood face to face with one another, fire meeting ice. They were complete polar opposites. ”No matter since you are here, no need for me to be an ungracious host to an unwanted guest.” He sidestepped making way for the large beast to land if he so pleased to. It was likely a bad idea but one couldn’t hover in the air without straining themselves after a while. The least he could do was let the stranger rest his feet on the ground as it seemed the both of them would be locked in wits for a while. ”What brings a stranger like you to the mountains? Lost something?” Probably something he found and he likely would not be giving back.
Finders keepers and all that. What could he say, he could be quite the childish youngster.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Nov 25, 2017 18:04:14 GMT
The beast listened to his kin. The other couldn't be too displeased with his arrival, he hadn't changed into his true form and attacked him for trespassing. "Vaathunaax... Who are you?" A name for a name the dragon presumed. The other might have heard of him, the reveal might make the other change his mind on being a gracious host toward him.
The dragon took the space offered to him and as he touched the ground he willed his form to change. The magic surged through him and in a matter of seconds he was standing in his human form with brown hair curling at his neck and a set of dark eyes locked on the icy pools of blue which seemed to be more annoyed than anything else. He showed little to no emotion on his face, as the other asked him a question. Vaathu never lost anything. Well, almost. It did happen from time to time a willful spirit got away in a chaotic situation or by a stroke of luck. Just like a certain blond fairy had several weeks ago. She would have made a wonderful experiment. Mostly because she had experienced so much already. The dark eyes continued to study the other for a couple of moments. He didn't know this man. He had seen several dragons in their human forms, but this one was new. Either that or just a who had had no great involvement in the wars or the world when Vaathu had been active. His eyes returned to the icy pools before he answered. "Stretching my wings." For once he actually spoke the truth.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Nov 28, 2017 17:21:12 GMT
Icy eyes narrowed for a moment at the name. Vaathunaax. It wasn’t an easy roll off of the tongue that was for sure but it certainly appeased his mother tongue. However, it fell rather dumbly off his shoulders as if unphased. He probably should have been more aware of the dangerous part of his kin but to be honest, he was simply too naive or …. Simply didn’t care. It was hard to tell when it came to Maddox. He tended to remain numb to most things Dragon and remain painfully oblivious to custom mannerisms. "Maddox."
He watched as the dragon lowered onto the offered space and shift back into a more comely human form. For a straight male, he was not in the least blind to attractive men. He supposed he could be a little curious if the right one came along…. Maybe. His human form was a bit roguish and hardened. Completely blank in the terms of emotions and yet completely different than his large dragonic form. His arms fell to his sides as the man offered a reply with simple three words. He wasn’t much of a talker, was he? If he was expected to hold the conversation, he wouldn’t be doing so far long. ”better than losing something then.” He stated. His eyes finally shifted from the other man for a moment. He could use a drink and of course something to fill the blank space that was settling between them.
”A good fly among the stars. I don’t blame you, seems like a perfect night for it.” he should have thought of such a thing but with his mind filled with the two he had accompanied him in his home it simply didn’t cross his mind. Not that Lucia was fantastic as she was beautiful…. But Ymir had his interest for other reasons. Other reasons in which he wanted to crack into. Before long there would be a dragon get together and he was forcing the little mage to accompany him. ”Need a drink?” he supposed asking would be nice instead of going and getting a drink without asking. He was taught that if he wanted something he should ask the guest. If he refused that, of course, wouldn’t stop him. ”What do you do for a living… Vaathunaax.” His ancient tongue of their kind was slipping into his words. He perhaps was only attempting to use English as it was the prominent tongue amongst other kinds. Theirs was almost practically dead even amongst their own kind. But living alone… he had no real reason to learn up until recently the human language. Occ: It's rambly. I apologize LOL.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 2, 2017 22:27:11 GMT
The dragon seemed unimpressed with his name and the dragon had half a mind to shrug and remind himself that he needed to get out more. Bring his name back from the dusty old history books and have the people fear and weep at the sound of his wings and the darkness his giant form brought to the world below him. His names should fall from their lips, spoken with fear, awe and surrender. He brushed a lock of hair behind his ear and looked toward the entrance to whatever castle this Maddox lived in. A small smile played on the edges of his lips. "A drink would be nice. Maddox..." He spoke in an even tone, the name was spoken in a long lost language of the old tongue which the dragon was born with. He was trying to see if the name would fit or if the dragon had not been around for so long. His first language was ancient, most dragons who was younger than four thousand years would not know it, perhaps they would talk one which had derived from it, but the pure form was a rare sight, so the dragon no longer used it to greet his kin. It was a sad, really, but Vaathu had no longer any sorrow to waste on things, which changed over time. He found that the name didn't quite fit, it didn't displease him. He didn't expect to meet another soul as old as he by chance anyway...
He eyed the man with an almost amused gaze. What a peculiar thing to ask... He was torn between answering the same dull answer out of habit or create a story or the truth. That he cowered in his human form and played at being a healer. So he took his time to decided. They had plenty of time, so it should be no trouble. "You could say I heal the lesser beings in the village where I live for now..." He started to walk toward the entrance, assuming Maddox would follow and eventually find that drink he talked about. "What do you do?" He looked briefly back at him.
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