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I'm catching up on TV shows :) With no classes and all. Enjoying the time off until I go back tomorrow.
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looks like it's giving me them puppy dog eyes.
looks like it's giving me them puppy dog eyes.
Gah, although the gif is a little creepy, Toothless is just so darn cute
Myar leaned against her dragon's leg and watched the bonding ceremony as it came to an end. As expected, Merrik and Nova flew down to the center of the colleseum and gave the tamers their new direction.
"You will never return to the lives you once knew; everything has changed now that your souls have been reunited with their missing halves and your mortality has been exchanged for eternal life. You do not know it yet, but there is mana of old coursing through your veins, drawn from the magicks within the blood of your dragons."
'Never return to my old life? But I quite liked my old life.' Myar thought as she looked to her dragon.
'We have a responsibility, now, young one. We are forever bonded together, that will never change. But until we rid the poison spreading through the lands, your life will never be the same. Perhaps, in time, you can return to the way things were. After all, you are an eternal soul now.'
'Yes, I suppose I do have plenty of time for life ahead of me now,' she giggled as she scratched the scales along Iyrades' neck. What she was most interested in was the use of magick. It certainly came as a surprise to her when Merrick mentioned mana flowed through their veins. She wondered what kind of magicks they could tap into, her mind fluttered over the many possibilities. Perhaps she could learn to conceal herself more, quieting her movements or maybe even becoming invisible altogether. Or maybe it was just tapping into basic elemental magic. She'd be happy with either one.
'You already have an ability.' Iyrades commented.
Myar looked a question at her. 'What do you mean?'
'When we bonded, some of my power rubbed off on you. I gave you an ability much similar to my own.'
'Well...what are your abilities? What is mine?'
'In time.' She teased.
The two returned their attentions to Merrik as he continued talking.
"I suppose the most important rule, is that you don't get to run from this. You all knew what you were getting in to when you agreed to join me here today. You all know the effect of the dark sickness that is pouring over our lands. You all know that without us, there is no hope for Illos. And so, you cannot run, you cannot turn your back on the cause, you cannot betray the order."
All of her short life, Iyrades had been raised knowing the fate of her existence. Like all of the other dragons, excellence, perfection, and dedication were expected of them. She only wished the same from her tamer. Poor Myar hadn't been trained her entire life for this. Iyrades hoped she could prepare her tamer as best as she could.
'I'll be okay, Iyrades,' she reassured her. 'If I back out now, this will only come to affect me in the future. I am a part of this world just as everyone else is. If I can have part in saving it, then count me in.'
Iyrades smiled, nuzzling her large head against Myar's hair.
"You will train every day, your mind and your body will be in peak condition at all times. You will respect myself, Nova, and your fellow tamers. You will consult with me before trying anything new, this includes magicks, maneouvers, mixtures, etc. You will not, under any circumstances, move forward in your training before I say. The powers you've been given, the beasts you'll soon ride, it's all dangerous if not controlled and respected."
'I can deal with the training...' Myar commented. She was used to working her mind and body, anyways. 'However, I don't like following rules.'
'Myar,' Iyrades said sternly, 'These rules are put in place to protect you. You don't know what you're getting yourself into, if you attempt something too strong...or two dangerous...there could be conseq-'
'I understand my limits.' Myar interrupted her. 'I know my body, my will power, more than anyone else. If I know I will fail at something, I won't attempt it. But if I know it is something I can do, then a stupid rule won't stop me. I'm in control of what I do. Not him.'
'You are being stubborn. Ignorant, and a fool. For our sake, please just do as he says.'
Myar responded with silence as she ignored Iyrades and focused on Merrik and Nova.
Iyrades groaned and shook her head, frustrated with her tamer already.
After Merrik finished speaking, Nova's thoughts invaded both tamer and dragon, 'Flying, will be our first task. You must learn to be comfortable atop your bonded drakes at any time, at any height, in any weather. Their wings should feel like an extension of your own limbs. Hatchlings, the weight of your tamer upon your back should feel as perfect as the weight of your own scales on your hide. Stay close in mind with each flight and feel each other's movements.'
"Get comfortable and get confident. Now go," Merrik finished off.
Without a word, Myar took towards the dens, Iyrades followed closely behind.
'Give me intel on these other dragons. I need to know what I'm dealing with.'
'So demanding.' Iyrades lifted her head and examined each dragon, pushing her thoughts into Myar's mind as they walked by each one. 'That dragon there is Methuzar.' She nodded towards the brown dragon. 'As you can tell, he's larger than the rest. But his personality is even bigger. He's quite the proud creature, and tough. That's Alysia,' she motioned to the next. 'She's essentially the exact opposite of Nova, a white dragon. She's reserved and calm, and prefers to be without violence.' Next was the Silver dragon. 'That's Uram, she's the most playful of the bunch. I think you will enjoy her.'
As Iyrades continued with the dragons, Myar recalled the bonding ceremony between Uram and her tamer. It seemed Uram liked playing with the determination of her tamer, almost in a teasing manner. It would certainly act as comical relief throughout the rest of their adventures. She always enjoyed having a little fun.
'And lastly, Mandragor. The Swamp dragon. He's hardheaded. Remind you of anyone?' Iyrades hinted towards Myar.
Myar rolled her eyes and entered into Iyrades' den. She quickly located the leather straps, hoisted them over her shoulder, and returned to the center of the colleseum.
"Let's do this, shall we?" She fastened the leathers around the dragon's legs and neck, securing them in place. She climbed atop Iyrades and tightened the rest of the leathers around her waist. "Do some walking around, first."
Iyrades obeyed and slowly inched forward, taking it step by step as to not startle her tamer. She picked up the pace and started into a slow trot.
"I don't like the feeling of this," she said has her body wobbled side to side with each stride of her dragon.
Iyrades chuckled. 'Well, get over it rider. This your life now. Shall we take to the skies?'
Myar gave a mental nod and held on tight as she felt the shudder of muscles beneath her.
Iyrades crouched to the ground, her body hunched over. Her muscles tensed and with a flick of her tail, her body burst into the air.
Myar clung to Iyrades' neck, holding her body as close as she could. This feeling in the air felt so foreign to her. She felt more comfortable on the ground, with something solid beneath her feet. Up in the air, she had nothing to hold onto, no where to run or escape or hide.
'Relax, Myar. You can do this.' She stabled herself, her wings were spread wide as she gently soared through the air. She inhaled the warm air as her body moved in large, slow loops and twirled through the wind currents. She released a low, playful growl as the wind tickled at her face. Myar's shrill laughter ripped through the silence and startled Iyrades. She caught herself off balance, but then quickly regained control.
Myar's expression softened and she ran her hands along Iyrades' scaled back. "Faster," she whispered to her dragon.
Iyrades tucked her wings to the side, narrowed her eyes, and plummeted through the skies with great speed.
Myar was a very observational person at heart, she relied on her observation skills and examining her surroundings out in the world. She came to realize with being in the air, it was only an extension of what she had already been doing. Being in the air provided her with more to see, more to observe, and she began to feel more comfortable in the skies.
Iyrades slowed her speed and released her wings as she neared the ground and came to a soft landing.
"I believe I'm ready." Myar spoke with more confidence than before. "I'm ready to travel to the Forest Garden."
"You will never return to the lives you once knew; everything has changed now that your souls have been reunited with their missing halves and your mortality has been exchanged for eternal life. You do not know it yet, but there is mana of old coursing through your veins, drawn from the magicks within the blood of your dragons."
'Never return to my old life? But I quite liked my old life.' Myar thought as she looked to her dragon.
'We have a responsibility, now, young one. We are forever bonded together, that will never change. But until we rid the poison spreading through the lands, your life will never be the same. Perhaps, in time, you can return to the way things were. After all, you are an eternal soul now.'
'Yes, I suppose I do have plenty of time for life ahead of me now,' she giggled as she scratched the scales along Iyrades' neck. What she was most interested in was the use of magick. It certainly came as a surprise to her when Merrick mentioned mana flowed through their veins. She wondered what kind of magicks they could tap into, her mind fluttered over the many possibilities. Perhaps she could learn to conceal herself more, quieting her movements or maybe even becoming invisible altogether. Or maybe it was just tapping into basic elemental magic. She'd be happy with either one.
'You already have an ability.' Iyrades commented.
Myar looked a question at her. 'What do you mean?'
'When we bonded, some of my power rubbed off on you. I gave you an ability much similar to my own.'
'Well...what are your abilities? What is mine?'
'In time.' She teased.
The two returned their attentions to Merrik as he continued talking.
"I suppose the most important rule, is that you don't get to run from this. You all knew what you were getting in to when you agreed to join me here today. You all know the effect of the dark sickness that is pouring over our lands. You all know that without us, there is no hope for Illos. And so, you cannot run, you cannot turn your back on the cause, you cannot betray the order."
All of her short life, Iyrades had been raised knowing the fate of her existence. Like all of the other dragons, excellence, perfection, and dedication were expected of them. She only wished the same from her tamer. Poor Myar hadn't been trained her entire life for this. Iyrades hoped she could prepare her tamer as best as she could.
'I'll be okay, Iyrades,' she reassured her. 'If I back out now, this will only come to affect me in the future. I am a part of this world just as everyone else is. If I can have part in saving it, then count me in.'
Iyrades smiled, nuzzling her large head against Myar's hair.
"You will train every day, your mind and your body will be in peak condition at all times. You will respect myself, Nova, and your fellow tamers. You will consult with me before trying anything new, this includes magicks, maneouvers, mixtures, etc. You will not, under any circumstances, move forward in your training before I say. The powers you've been given, the beasts you'll soon ride, it's all dangerous if not controlled and respected."
'I can deal with the training...' Myar commented. She was used to working her mind and body, anyways. 'However, I don't like following rules.'
'Myar,' Iyrades said sternly, 'These rules are put in place to protect you. You don't know what you're getting yourself into, if you attempt something too strong...or two dangerous...there could be conseq-'
'I understand my limits.' Myar interrupted her. 'I know my body, my will power, more than anyone else. If I know I will fail at something, I won't attempt it. But if I know it is something I can do, then a stupid rule won't stop me. I'm in control of what I do. Not him.'
'You are being stubborn. Ignorant, and a fool. For our sake, please just do as he says.'
Myar responded with silence as she ignored Iyrades and focused on Merrik and Nova.
Iyrades groaned and shook her head, frustrated with her tamer already.
After Merrik finished speaking, Nova's thoughts invaded both tamer and dragon, 'Flying, will be our first task. You must learn to be comfortable atop your bonded drakes at any time, at any height, in any weather. Their wings should feel like an extension of your own limbs. Hatchlings, the weight of your tamer upon your back should feel as perfect as the weight of your own scales on your hide. Stay close in mind with each flight and feel each other's movements.'
"Get comfortable and get confident. Now go," Merrik finished off.
Without a word, Myar took towards the dens, Iyrades followed closely behind.
'Give me intel on these other dragons. I need to know what I'm dealing with.'
'So demanding.' Iyrades lifted her head and examined each dragon, pushing her thoughts into Myar's mind as they walked by each one. 'That dragon there is Methuzar.' She nodded towards the brown dragon. 'As you can tell, he's larger than the rest. But his personality is even bigger. He's quite the proud creature, and tough. That's Alysia,' she motioned to the next. 'She's essentially the exact opposite of Nova, a white dragon. She's reserved and calm, and prefers to be without violence.' Next was the Silver dragon. 'That's Uram, she's the most playful of the bunch. I think you will enjoy her.'
As Iyrades continued with the dragons, Myar recalled the bonding ceremony between Uram and her tamer. It seemed Uram liked playing with the determination of her tamer, almost in a teasing manner. It would certainly act as comical relief throughout the rest of their adventures. She always enjoyed having a little fun.
'And lastly, Mandragor. The Swamp dragon. He's hardheaded. Remind you of anyone?' Iyrades hinted towards Myar.
Myar rolled her eyes and entered into Iyrades' den. She quickly located the leather straps, hoisted them over her shoulder, and returned to the center of the colleseum.
"Let's do this, shall we?" She fastened the leathers around the dragon's legs and neck, securing them in place. She climbed atop Iyrades and tightened the rest of the leathers around her waist. "Do some walking around, first."
Iyrades obeyed and slowly inched forward, taking it step by step as to not startle her tamer. She picked up the pace and started into a slow trot.
"I don't like the feeling of this," she said has her body wobbled side to side with each stride of her dragon.
Iyrades chuckled. 'Well, get over it rider. This your life now. Shall we take to the skies?'
Myar gave a mental nod and held on tight as she felt the shudder of muscles beneath her.
Iyrades crouched to the ground, her body hunched over. Her muscles tensed and with a flick of her tail, her body burst into the air.
Myar clung to Iyrades' neck, holding her body as close as she could. This feeling in the air felt so foreign to her. She felt more comfortable on the ground, with something solid beneath her feet. Up in the air, she had nothing to hold onto, no where to run or escape or hide.
'Relax, Myar. You can do this.' She stabled herself, her wings were spread wide as she gently soared through the air. She inhaled the warm air as her body moved in large, slow loops and twirled through the wind currents. She released a low, playful growl as the wind tickled at her face. Myar's shrill laughter ripped through the silence and startled Iyrades. She caught herself off balance, but then quickly regained control.
Myar's expression softened and she ran her hands along Iyrades' scaled back. "Faster," she whispered to her dragon.
Iyrades tucked her wings to the side, narrowed her eyes, and plummeted through the skies with great speed.
Myar was a very observational person at heart, she relied on her observation skills and examining her surroundings out in the world. She came to realize with being in the air, it was only an extension of what she had already been doing. Being in the air provided her with more to see, more to observe, and she began to feel more comfortable in the skies.
Iyrades slowed her speed and released her wings as she neared the ground and came to a soft landing.
"I believe I'm ready." Myar spoke with more confidence than before. "I'm ready to travel to the Forest Garden."
Oh dear lord, that gif. XD
Quick question about the bonding ability. Is that something we can use straight away? Or at least, discover that we have it? Or is it something we will learn later on?
Jesus Erranruin, I was reading your recent IC post, and I got towards the bottom and saw something moving across my screen. I thought it was a bug, so I went to squish it...only to find out it was your sig X)
Myyt said I don't know about you guys, but I enjoy our new unicorn overlords.
<3 Me too :D
Blah, I posted my IC. I wrote it in between flights with a pounding headache. X) I tried going over it just now to rewrite things, but my head is still in quite a bit of pain so I'll just leave it as is. If I feel like it later, I'll go back in and edit it. But that's the gist of what happens :p
“What am I doing here?” She questioned herself as she stared at the large wooden doors, surrounded by strangers all here for the same purpose. It made her uncomfortable. Everyone aware of one another. She felt in the open, unhidden. She had nothing to gain from this escapade, nothing she could think of. Except...for a dragon. Yes, having a dragon of her own sounded quite nice. Just think of it, all the things that became possible for her. Traveling would be much quicker, maybe it'd be easier for her to intimidate people. Surely a dragon would get her out of a lot of trouble. Who knows, maybe there would even be a big buyer for this dragon of hers. After all, she was a rogue, and a rogue does love the coin.
A roar from the skies interrupted her thoughts and when she looked up, she saw a black dragon soaring above. She recognized this dragon, as just a few weeks ago it was used to sway her into this ordeal. If Merrik wouldn't have presented to her his dragon, she'd of thought the man was mad. But upon seeing a dragon with her own eyes, she was sold. However, based on her histories, she wasn't really sure why Merrik even came to her. She was the rogue type, after all. Sneaky things, always stealing, never to be trusted. She'd kill if she had to, a kill the victim wouldn't see coming. Why was she so deserving of this great pleasure? She knew her tendencies were wrong, in a sense. So why would Merrik call onto her? Fate, perhaps? She wasn't so sure.
Her thoughts were interrupted again as Merrik called out to the tamers, his voice echoing throughout the grand Colosseum.
“Be brave, be strong. Be wise.” She said to herself. Strength and bravery weren't much to a rogue. She didn't need the strength to succeed. She needed her speed. She didn't need to be brave to pull through. She needed luck. But wisdom, wisdom was a rogue's niche. 'Be quick, be lucky, and for God's sake, be wise.'
Suddenly, her attention was averted as the wooden doors burst open. Before she could see what happened, blurs of color spiraled over their heads and dispersed into the sky. She couldn't fathom which one might be hers, there were so many options.
'Greetings, rogue.'
Startled by the sudden voice, Myar spun around, peering her eyes at the other tamers standing around her. It took her a moment to realize she hadn't actually heard the voice, but the voice was merely in her head. She smirked and looked into the sky. “Alright, which one are you?” She could hear the dragon's thoughts, but she couldn't pick out which one it was.
'That is for you to figure out, on your own. Can you not detect me? I thought for a rogue, that this would have been easier for you.'
Just then, her eyes were momentarily blinded by the flickering of a light. Her eyes darted from dragon to dragon trying to find the source. Her eyes caught onto a dragon that had clear membranous wings, and shining through those wings was a beauty Myar hadn't even seen in her treasures. The sun shining through the dragon's wings emitted a beautiful blend of blues and greens, colors swirling and dancing together like the Boreal lights in the Northern skies.
The dragon descended softly to the ground.
Myar took the time to examine her. She was large, but certainly not as large as Obsidian Nova, and stood no taller than herself. Her scales were a beautiful icy blue, and when light hit them just right, the iridescent qualities in her scales would flicker blues and purples. She had large teeth and thick claws, and not to mention those wings.
'So, you found me.' Her purple eyes flickered. 'Am I a treasure worth taking,' the dragon asked as she released a small bit of cyan fire at the rogue.
Myar dodged the fire quite easily, but didn't expect the second attack that came right after and managed to burn her arm. The dragon sent more attacks, bit by bit, shooting them faster, larger, intensifying the heat. Myar continuously evaded each one, dodging, ducking, and flipping over the blue flames until eventually she ended up face to face with the dragon. Myar could feel the breath of the dragon, a breath so cold, it froze the tips of her hair. The two stared intently into eachother's eyes and shared a moment of deep silence.
The dragon purred. 'Hello, young one. I am Iyrades, a Daughter of the Winter lands.' She spoke in a soft, tender voice.
Myar reached out and rested her hand between the dragon's eyes. Her scales were surprisingly smooth and slightly cold to the touch.
Upon contact, Myar's mind was flooded with Iyrades' past: her birth, her training with Merrik, playing with her brothers and sisters, and then the anticipation before meeting her tamer. In return, Myar's memories were shared with Iyrades. Myar smiled from the feeling of the bonding, a sense of belonging that she'd been missing her entire life.
'I feel you are troubled. Why is it that I cannot access your past?' Iyrades asked her patiently.
“Even you cannot tap into something that has been lost from my memory.” She spoke softly.
'I cannot access your childhood. You were lost then. Separated from your family and forced to take care of yourself.'
“Lost, yes. I do not remember how or why. But now...” she paused, “Now I am found. You found me.”
A roar from the skies interrupted her thoughts and when she looked up, she saw a black dragon soaring above. She recognized this dragon, as just a few weeks ago it was used to sway her into this ordeal. If Merrik wouldn't have presented to her his dragon, she'd of thought the man was mad. But upon seeing a dragon with her own eyes, she was sold. However, based on her histories, she wasn't really sure why Merrik even came to her. She was the rogue type, after all. Sneaky things, always stealing, never to be trusted. She'd kill if she had to, a kill the victim wouldn't see coming. Why was she so deserving of this great pleasure? She knew her tendencies were wrong, in a sense. So why would Merrik call onto her? Fate, perhaps? She wasn't so sure.
Her thoughts were interrupted again as Merrik called out to the tamers, his voice echoing throughout the grand Colosseum.
“Be brave, be strong. Be wise.” She said to herself. Strength and bravery weren't much to a rogue. She didn't need the strength to succeed. She needed her speed. She didn't need to be brave to pull through. She needed luck. But wisdom, wisdom was a rogue's niche. 'Be quick, be lucky, and for God's sake, be wise.'
Suddenly, her attention was averted as the wooden doors burst open. Before she could see what happened, blurs of color spiraled over their heads and dispersed into the sky. She couldn't fathom which one might be hers, there were so many options.
'Greetings, rogue.'
Startled by the sudden voice, Myar spun around, peering her eyes at the other tamers standing around her. It took her a moment to realize she hadn't actually heard the voice, but the voice was merely in her head. She smirked and looked into the sky. “Alright, which one are you?” She could hear the dragon's thoughts, but she couldn't pick out which one it was.
'That is for you to figure out, on your own. Can you not detect me? I thought for a rogue, that this would have been easier for you.'
Just then, her eyes were momentarily blinded by the flickering of a light. Her eyes darted from dragon to dragon trying to find the source. Her eyes caught onto a dragon that had clear membranous wings, and shining through those wings was a beauty Myar hadn't even seen in her treasures. The sun shining through the dragon's wings emitted a beautiful blend of blues and greens, colors swirling and dancing together like the Boreal lights in the Northern skies.
The dragon descended softly to the ground.
Myar took the time to examine her. She was large, but certainly not as large as Obsidian Nova, and stood no taller than herself. Her scales were a beautiful icy blue, and when light hit them just right, the iridescent qualities in her scales would flicker blues and purples. She had large teeth and thick claws, and not to mention those wings.
'So, you found me.' Her purple eyes flickered. 'Am I a treasure worth taking,' the dragon asked as she released a small bit of cyan fire at the rogue.
Myar dodged the fire quite easily, but didn't expect the second attack that came right after and managed to burn her arm. The dragon sent more attacks, bit by bit, shooting them faster, larger, intensifying the heat. Myar continuously evaded each one, dodging, ducking, and flipping over the blue flames until eventually she ended up face to face with the dragon. Myar could feel the breath of the dragon, a breath so cold, it froze the tips of her hair. The two stared intently into eachother's eyes and shared a moment of deep silence.
The dragon purred. 'Hello, young one. I am Iyrades, a Daughter of the Winter lands.' She spoke in a soft, tender voice.
Myar reached out and rested her hand between the dragon's eyes. Her scales were surprisingly smooth and slightly cold to the touch.
Upon contact, Myar's mind was flooded with Iyrades' past: her birth, her training with Merrik, playing with her brothers and sisters, and then the anticipation before meeting her tamer. In return, Myar's memories were shared with Iyrades. Myar smiled from the feeling of the bonding, a sense of belonging that she'd been missing her entire life.
'I feel you are troubled. Why is it that I cannot access your past?' Iyrades asked her patiently.
“Even you cannot tap into something that has been lost from my memory.” She spoke softly.
'I cannot access your childhood. You were lost then. Separated from your family and forced to take care of yourself.'
“Lost, yes. I do not remember how or why. But now...” she paused, “Now I am found. You found me.”
I think your CS is fine~ Interesting to see another thief in the works :) I'm interested to see how our characters will interact.
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