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Rising For Retribution { Crank x Soulserenity20 }

Oh, please, don't stress yourself about it! You take the time you need to get what you need to get done finished and I'll be waiting patiently here for you.
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Ah, thank you, thank you! I have the stupidest smile on my face, heh. If you ever need some help brainstorming or anything, I'm always there to volunteer some service. Just for future reference, if something ever comes up. : >

Abashed Love { Crank x vampiricchild }

First post has been put up! : ]

Abashed Love { Crank x vampiricchild }

It was a beautiful day. Or, at least, it was for Ivory.
But then again, nearly everyday seemed to be a good day for Ivory. Her bad days were times she wouldn't even check in to school and call herself in sick, since bad days meant some heavy tears. But normally, it was a great day for the optimistic little lady. It was more than likely that everybody else surrounding her wasn't enjoying their day, solely because they were in school. But as Ivory passed by, each person surrounding her seemed to lift somewhat, their gaze following her as she passed, her sweet, positive aura seeming somewhat infectious, even if only briefly.

The day was rather pretty as well; the clouds seemed to want to put on a show, and had formed themselves into intricate patterns and thick puffs, all surrounding the bright sun hanging among them. There was a light breeze in the air, wafting through the high school gently, caressing each surface it passed with it's cool, light touch. The grassy field centered within the square formation of buildings containing classrooms was bustling with students, some hanging in their huddled groups, others wandering about with their friends, and some even wandering alone. There seemed to be a positive vibe in the air as loud laughs echoed along, and a generally enjoyable feel had settled over the main field area.
It was lunchtime at Pinecrest High School, the time of leisure and fun for most students. But among all of this confusion and laughter and groups, where was Ivory? Well, she was placed in her usual spot, of course!

The young woman could be found cross-legged on a spot of the grass, her messenger bag placed by her side, a couple of contents removed from it's confines. She wore simple clothing; mini shorts, a soft cotton T-shirt which hung off of one of her shoulders, and some flip flops on her feet. She never seemed to be noticed wearing them, for the longest time, in fact, and continues wearing them to this day because of this. Her bright blue eyes were focused on a leather-bound sketchbook in her lap, one of her hands holding down a page while the other held a fountain pen between her deft fingers. A rough sketch of a dragon was on the page, though a skilled sketch nonetheless, and her expression seemed wistful as she occasionally glanced towards the sky and let her gaze wander.

Ivory was usually called out by people for a greeting, where she'd simply wave back with a smile. Many in Pinecrest knew who Ivory was, and she was disliked by very little, if not anybody in the school. Nobody ever had a reason to dislike her, in all honesty. She had always been a lovely soul, and seemed to adore everybody and welcome them in willingly. She liked the feeling of friendship. It always seemed to soothe her.
She chuckled lightly at her aimless thoughts and glanced down at her sketchbook again, adding some more lines to the sketch as she did so.

Rising For Retribution { Crank x Soulserenity20 }

First post has been posted! I hope you like it.
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I have to go to sleep now, so goodnight! I hope to find a post in the morning, or some time tomorrow! : >

Rising For Retribution { Crank x Soulserenity20 }

Silence had become a hardship.

It was so difficult to ever process why, or how it could have ever become something like that. Silence used to be a thing to be treasured, something to be enjoyed while it lasted. Why did that change? Why did it now weigh down so forcefully on the she-dragon's heart? It had become like a pressure that she longed for to disappear. Lumen wished she could somehow lift the burden from within her chest and let her deep breathing return back to it's normal pace, yet it couldn't. It squeezed her heart like a vice, made her chest tight, forced her breathing to become labored. The silence had seemed to condense as it entered her body, just for the sake of paining her, it seemed. Why couldn't she make it go away?
A shuddering sigh came from the she-dragon, one which passed through as more of a high-pitched whimper with the strain being pushed onto her mind and her body.She had already tried to forge noise herself, but it wouldn't work. She had tried to listen to the ambiance of the day, but it had gone. It was as if the wildlife had hurried away as the humans had hurried into the dragon lands.

The silence was filling the open area she rested on, a cool stone with a smooth texture, protruding from the edge of a cliff and looking out over the expansive forests of the lands. It was so beautiful, yet . . . yet it was not. Though the trees were lush and untouched by the devilish hands of the humans, and stretched as a thriving, powerful network over the otherwise grassy, plant-covered grounds, they were still. They were not pulsing with the beauty she would always see whenever those of her kind flew over them, whenever she felt the presences of her dragon-kind within the proximity along with her. The breeze was not even drifting through the heavy air; it was as still as it had ever been for Lumen. It was too still, far too still for her liking. The very thought of such a lack of movement and such a lack of liveliness made a shiver roll down her spine. Though she wasn't cold in the slightest, it was one of the few things that truly chilled her to the bone and sent tremors to her core.
All the she-dragon could take comfort in was the presence of the goddesses up above. The thought made her head tilt up towards the heavens, her gaze drifting along the numerous stars twinkling about the blackened void of sky. A pearly white moon hung among them, the main jewel which ordained the many crystals surrounding it, a piece of dark velvet decorated and completed with all the glory and immense beauty of it's surrounding jewels. The stars and the moon, the gifts the night brought.

The she-dragon felt the corners of her mouth pull up, her luminescent pink eyes seeming to glow brighter. She could feel the presence of the goddesses surrounding her as she stared. She could feel a portion of the heaviness in the air be sucked away and replaced with the cool, comforting presences of the two goddesses residing in their marvelous palaces up above. Her ancestors were few, and though she could feel them only faintly with the company the goddesses brought, they willingly helped to lift some of the burden away from her tight chest. Her labored breath loosened somewhat.
Though these changes did send a note of content through Lumen, she knew they would not satisfy like the company of another living creature would ever be able to do. The reminder made the smile on her expression fade away, her brightened eyes darkening once more with the loneliness that echoed without sound through the landscape. It was always very difficult to deal with her situation, with the lack of company that emptied her life and most likely would never be filled. It depressed her, unhealthily so. She knew that dwelling on such dark thoughts could lead to shocking actions.

The reminder made her sensibility step in and repress the saddening thoughts to the back of her mind. You cannot continue with this self-pity, Lumen, her mind sternly communicated. Dwelling in this place would do her no good, despite the comfortable location she was resting on. Her legs shifted on the smooth stone at the thought, and she felt herself suck in deeply in order to release a sigh. She should keep traveling, get somewhere safer, more closed away to allow some better peace of mind. The she-dragon timidly stood herself up, unfolding her tucked legs and setting her clawed feet, one by one, onto the stone, lifting her relatively small stature {for a dragon, at least} from it's lazing position and into a standing position. Her muscles rolled underneath her scaly coat of hardened midnight, her hair - glimmering with tiny speckles of star-like orbs - gently waving with her moving head. The she-dragon arched her back, stretching her front legs similarly to a cat, and stretching her back legs by arching her spine inward, leaning forward rather than back to do so.
Once Lumen's body was relatively worked back into wakefulness, she allowed her eyes to close as she stretched her final and most vital muscles, used for any and all long-distanced traveling - her wings. They stretched themselves to their fullest extent, the full extent of their shimmering beauty showing off in the darkened night. They seemed to release a light glow, the orbs of light in their confines twinkling just as the gems in the skies did. Lumen was a magnificently gorgeous dragon, despite the fact that she never admitted to it out of her modesty; it was no wonder she was such a prized specimen to be hunted after.

The she-dragon opened her eyes, and gazed out over the trees. She calculated the drop distance, and steadied herself, her wings folding in just a tad. She stepped forward, her front claws clinging to the edge of the stone, and glanced down below her at the sheer drop.
With one last, very deep breath of preparation, Lumen coiled her muscles in. She crouched. And, with a single bound forward, she dropped. Her body aligned vertically, her wings close to her sides as she went into a dive towards the ground. The wind whistled around her. Her eyes widened, pupils thinning.

In the nick of time, her wings flared out, and she pulled herself upward, the chilling air finding it's way underneath her sparkling appendages and carrying her upwards. They bent in and pushed against the air, flapping with strong beats and making her ascend towards the glimmering sky, among her ancestors and her goddesses. Her eyes illuminated, her body reaching towards the crystals, which were so inviting to her senses. She smiled. Flying during the night was something that could never be beaten by any other activity - it lifted her spirits remarkably high as she approached the heavens, the presences of soaring spirits and heart-lifting souls her ancestors once held surrounding her very being in her flight.
The she-dragon couldn't contain herself, and called out to the skies in a clear, melodious tone of song, praising the goddesses and all their glory. She loved to travel during the night, loved to give thanks to the Lady Moon and the goddess Stella. She loved to feel her ancestors fly at her sides and take her soul to beautiful places she couldn't find on the ground. She could fly for hours in song.

These were moments that truly did make her happy, and as she navigated the lands with her sharp senses intact, she enjoyed, relished, even, the feeling flight and spirits gone by gave to her body.

Precipice of a Thousand Apocalypses

Name:
She goes by Raven.

Age:

Avien Years - 20
Human Years - 40

Gender:
Female

Race:
Avien
The Avien are a race of bird-people who come in many, many different sizes, shapes, colors, and breeds. Though each greatly differ from one another, they all have generally the same form - a body covered in either feathers or oddly shaded skin, digitigrade legs, claws and fangs, tails of some shape or form, triangular ears in different sizes, and normal-looking heads, hair, and faces {for the most part}. Their appearances differ as you go from each creatures' breed of bird. They are generally a neutral race towards any others, only retorting when provoked, and variate depending on their bird breed - some can be very cowardly and fly off at the first sign of danger, while others are aggressive and prefer battling it out with more courage. It's like comparing a harpy eagle to a pigeon. This also gives them some personality traits gained through blood. Their native tongue is of a language too complicated to be replicated or even translated by humankind correctly. Although, they are very fast to learn, and can quickly become fluent in a different language if necessary. They age differently than humans; it takes two human years for a year in Avien age to pass, and therefore makes Raven still as young as a twenty year old would look, despite the fact that she's forty in human years.

Appearance:



Raven was born as what her name represents - a raven. Or, at least, that is her second breed besides her humanoid genes. Her skin is a midnight black color, and her digitigrade legs are rather thin with slender, four-toed feet, each with sharp claws. The backsides of her calves are fringed with black feathers. Her deft-fingered hands each hold their own long claws on them. She holds long, black-feathered wings on her back. Her neck attains the color of the rest of her skin, up until you reach her chin, which shifts into a very pale, white-ish gray. Her irises are maroon-colored, and are surrounded in a natural shade of pitch black in the hollows of her eye sockets. Her hair is messy and thick, going to her shoulder blades and colored a black similar to her skin color. Her ears are long, narrow, and triangular, usually drooped down, covered in small black feathers and normally hidden underneath her hair. She has a rather long tail with a tuft of soft black hair on the end at her tailbone.

Years aboard Precipice:
Born on the Precipice, but did not originate directly from the Precipice.

Apocalyptic Scenario:
Raven's story is a very unique one that took an immense amount of luck to ever really come to be. She was being carried in an egg by her Avien mother, who was infected by a virus that was turning the population into 'zombies' of sorts - death would come, the virus would reanimate the body, and they'd become mindless killers within hours or even minutes. The mother flew to the highest point she could, and called up to the skies in desperation, pleading for something to save her baby, if not her. Luckily, Precipice heard her pleads, and carried both the mother and the egg that Raven was still inside into the ship. The crew had to restrain her mother and immediately get her into a contained area, where unfortunately, the mother was left to die. Though she went in peace knowing her child was safe. They had to release the body from the ship to eliminate the risk of infection of the strange virus.
Raven was raised on the ship, and eventually hatched, turning out to have none of the symptoms of the virus that took her home planet. She was raised and taught English, raised with technology, and is therefore very familiar with Precipice himself, the crew, and the main commander. She was given a special area where she could fly about and perch on not-completely-natural trees, but she doesn't mind if they aren't natural. They're something.

Abilities:
She has no supernatural abilities, except for one that seems more naturally attained than anything - infection immunity. She seems to be completely immune to any sort of sickness that would normally befall other species easily.

Skills:
She can, of course, fly with the wings on her back. She's a fantastic climber, has great balance, and although she isn't the strongest at all, she's probably the swiftest creature you'll ever come to meet. She's also pretty good at singing and is a great liar.

Short Bio:
She didn't have much of a life on her home planet - she was born and nurtured there for only a few months before the infection broke out. After she was saved by Precipice and born on the ship, she was actually taken in very fondly, and managed to be one of the few who grew a rather friendly relationship with the ship itself, with Precipice. She tries to push aside her bashfulness in front of strangers to welcome them, but usually just lets them approach her if they have a question or something rather than approaching them first-hand.

Personality:
She's generally a curious creature who has a love for learning. She becomes very friendly in a savvy way to those who develop a close relationship with her, and has a se3nse of enjoyment in delving deep into a person's life and just a person's personage in general. She can be rather sly when she needs to be, collecting information while seeming completely innocent in the process, but she rarely, if not ever brings that talent out to use. She's rather quiet in front of strangers, since they've always had a tendency to intimidate her, and isn't courageous in any aspect, flying off whenever she detects the tiniest hint of danger.

Rising For Retribution { Crank x Soulserenity20 }

Alrighty. It may take me a little while to formulate a good post, just as a forewarning, heh.

Rising For Retribution { Crank x Soulserenity20 }

I'd say about the Industrial Revolution. Yeah, that feels the most accurate.
Yeah, exactly! Oh, yeah, where the humans can't reach. I like it. ^ ^

Rising For Retribution { Crank x Soulserenity20 }

I'd say that it'd be more primitive than the modern era, but not prehistoric. Without too many technological advances. It's difficult to come up with a named era for that, I'm trying to think.
And generally, the world would be sectioned off with one half being for the dragons, and the other being for the humans. That's pretty much how it worked from the beginning, but since the war had broken out, humans had invaded their territory and pretty much offed many of the dragons that thrived there.
So there'll be some places that are left pure and untouched by humans, probably further from the boundary between the dragon and human territory, while the land nearer to it would be more and more pillaged and rugged.
Does that make any sense, or am I just rambling here?

Rising For Retribution { Crank x Soulserenity20 }

Heh, thank you! It was a bit of a workout trying to find a dragon with that type of unique style, and then I stumbled on that beauty and just got a burst of inspiration. c :
Alright, so, is there anything else we need to discuss? I think we have everything down at the moment, but I'm not entirely sure.