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Post by KAOTANYA ILLIEL SORDIA-DANTHOS on Dec 7, 2013 23:46:18 GMT -6
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Kaotanya was preparing for her coronation, which was to be broadcasted in both the human and supernatural realms tomorrow (first time in history), in an effort to include the humans (meddlesome little vermin) in the private world of the supernatural more. But there was a hidden agenda behind the broadcast.
Kaotanya was giving herself up, revealing her identity, to the band of supernaturals who’d gone around attacking and kidnapping students.
Katswiri would love to take credit for the risky, suicidal plan herself, but she could not do that, not even if she wanted to. It was Kao’s plan, all her ingenious brainstorming.
Katswiri hovered above the clouds, at an altitude almost too high for even a Wind Dragon. Ice clung to her feathers, her smaller secondary wings nearly frozen to her sides. Her massive primary wings flapped laboriously to hold her aloft and her lungs, both pairs, were beginning to scream for air. Ice was her element, in her original life she’d been born in the icy tundra, an ice locked land. It wasn’t the ice that made her struggle so, but rather the almost nonexistent oxygen. She felt the Wind Dragon within stir, magic flowed through her blood stream not of her own, and her lungs suddenly burned no longer.
”So the secret for Wind Dragons to fly at altitudes that would be impossible, even for them, is your advanced wind control. You can exchange the carbon dioxide in your lungs for oxygen at the cellular level. None of my previous hosts ever trusted me with secrets like that,” Katswiri’s thoughts were slow and her mind felt clouded, but Kao had asked to brought up here, so Katswiri obliged. Kao had thought up the initial plan, now she needed to get the details down and she did her thinking best in her element.
’ It’s a little more complicated than that, it took me my lifetime to master. I trust you. You gave up everything for the single hope that maybe you could save your kind. That takes a special kind of brave. Why have you never tried to correct the rumors, legends, and myths. They all paint you in a bad light. No one knows what really happened.’ The young princess ran imaginary hands through the icy mane clinging to Katswiri’s withers. A shiver ran up the blue dragon’s spine. Since when had her and Kao become so intertwined?
Kao had spent the past few nights dreamwalking Katswiri’s memories and found the vault of Katswiri’s first life, her true life. And with those memories, the whole war, the Ancient Dragon’s sacrifice, everything became clearer and the truth was known. With this new knowledge, their bond had strengthened to more than just host and soul.
Kats shook her head clear and listened to Kao’s careful instructor of a warm thermal 100 meters below and 7 meters to the left. She drifted down, letting the warm air loosen the ice clinging to her feathers and leathery skin. ’Are you done? If so, there is a place I’d like to spend the night, where I can replenish my magic. Something tells me I’m going to need it tomorrow,” Katswiri inquired, letting a little of her normal venom leak into her voice to cover the sudden helplessness she felt.
She hated another knowing of her past, her real past.
Kaotanya flickered away to the back of their mind like she normally did, sensing the walls coming up. Katswiri took it as an affirmative that they were done. All four wings lifted up and heaved her lithe body up in an arch above the thermal. She curled her body backwards into the bend, tail blade touching nose tip as gravity grasped her body and pulled her in a rushing spiral towards the earth far below. Her wings snapped open, stabilizing her for a bare second, before the angle forwards and scooped the air of the thermal beneath her. Her body shot into a sharp nose dive, her wings wrapped tightly around her body.
Katswiri closed her eyes, feeling the wind rush pass her face, whistle through her horns and ears, tussle her mane (nearly a foot long now with preparation for winter), and bring tears to her eyes. In the distance, she could feel the thrum of ancient life, like a heart beat, a pulse, calling to her, summoning her. Her heart leaped into her throat, blood roared in her ears. The collar nestled against her chest burned with longing. Her eyes snapped open seconds before she hit the water. Gone were the deep blues of the ocean below her, the vague oranges of the sunset and purple of the clouds above . Everything was black. The occasional flicker of silver life below the lapping waves could be seen and if she looked deep, deep into the depths, life reined untouched.
Her nose broke the wave, her wings snapped out as the water crashed against her chest. Her body slowed to almost a standstill in that moment. Physics coiled her body away from the waves, turning her vertical descent into a sharp curve. Her wingspan, coupled with her speed, sliced the wave. She emerged from the other side, salt water clinging to her scaleless hide, glistening off her glossy feathers. In the distance, a blinding light beconed her forth. With an earth shattering roar, Katswiri let loose a belt of searing, diamond melting alabaster flames, and was rocketing off into the distance.
Two hours of flying at breakneck speeds, even for her, and the dragon was circling the small quaint island she had stumbled upon weeks ago. She breathed in the air, ripe with pure, untouched magic. It was like that Earth Dragon had never set foot on the island. She banked left, skimming low above the tree tops. The tree tops tickled her belly, so careful was she with the native life, she disturbed barely a leaf. She cruised above the treeline for a few minutes, no real destination set, just simply enjoying the island that had been untouched by creatures not born there until weeks ago, when she and Alejandro had stumbled upon the land.
Katswiri’s wandering eventually brought her above the great scar that split the island nearly in two. The yawning mouth of the canyon beckoned her forth and in her magic vision, she could barely look at the light that was glowing from with the pitch black depths. She hovered for a moment, then, for the first time in lifetimes, let loose a quiet trill of Ancient Dragon Song. The jungle around her grew silent, the wildlife falling silent to listen the very core of magic begin to make itself known.
Katswiri’s griff rose, the horns rattling softly as they folded into one another and tucked themselves behind her ears, which came forward to pick up a soft, wavering tune.
Katswiri dropped.
Her primary wings folded themselves neatly against her spine, her secondary smaller pair working to fine tune her descent. About half way through the thermal draft of moist air into the canyon, she opened her wings wide to slow her descent until she was creeping foot by foot downwards. Weeks of coming here, and the sentient being protected within the walls of the canyon still would not let her approach quickly. She had just gotten past the point where she no longer needed to stop and let the tree’s magical barrier ‘sniff’ her out. She felt the resistance that made her collar grow warm of the first layer of the barrier, the hardest to get through. Once that little bubble of magic enveloped her whole being, Katswiri was safe to drop; she was now safe to by pass the other layers. Daily visits for the past two weeks had severely helped her progress with the sentinel’s trust ever since she found it two months ago.
She shivered, remembering the first time she’d crossed into the magical barrier, phantom pain racing up her spine as her muscles twitched in response to the mere thought of the agony the barrier had presented.
Katswiri shook her elegant head and walked forward, on all fours, towards the now visible light in the distance. Her magic vision had switched off during her descent into the canyon walls. As Katswiri grew closer to her destination, around her faint humming could be heard. It started out as nothing but maybe the wind whistling through the canyons. Then it turned to more. It grew louder until even a mere human could hear it. It was foreign, it was not of this earth, it was absolutely, gloriously beautiful. The magic swooped and chirped in Ancient Dragon Song, the language everyone spoke before sounds became words.
Katswiri’s brilliant copper eyes were closed, her feet picking out the path she had worn to this place with practiced ease. She felt tiny, questing fingers weaving through her long, wet mane, felt the gentle tug and pull at those fingers drew her closer. Her nose touched smooth, satin bark.. Silver bark glistened with visible magic, smooth long leaves were questing fingers trying to devour her whole. The air around her swelled and before her close eyes, the song gently began to paint a picture of great marbled halls, the sweeping warm air currents, the dancing spirits of the trees, and the chirps of tiny dragonets vining for her attention.
Time slipped away.
All that remained was the Ancient Sentient Tree and the Ancient Dragon, once High Priestest.
But titles didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered.
All that remained were two broken, lonely souls reunited.
Katswiri was home.
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Amount: 1700 Notes: holy crap, where the hell did this muse come from o.o Muse: GREAT Outfit/Dragon form: CLICK Tune: “Llovera” by Mia Maestro Tags: Nocte/DYZZ
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 10:57:25 GMT -6
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The shadow dragon smiled fondly as he looked down at his sleeping toddler. She was so tiny, tucked up against th back side of the couch. H unfolded the blanket from his arm before gently laying it down over her, softly kissing her forehead before his dark gaze turned towards the individual standing in the door way, "She'll be fine, Mr. D'Mikayls. She's taking Miss Lux's disappearance a lot better than you are. Are you certain you're all right?" The male nodded, feeling the weight of a few millennium on his back. He ran a hand through his hair keeping his voice quiet so as to not wake his daughter, "I'm alright. Make sure she gets her homework done, and check it? She's due at Whiskey's daycare at noon, and needs to be picked up at four. Remind her not to show her wings, as well." The kindly nanny nodded, gently waving him out, "I'll make sure she is okay, go fly - or whatever it is that you do. You need to relax some as well, Mr. D'Mikayls. Go be a dragon for a while." Th nanny suggested. Nocte nodded before finally walking out of his home. He stood still, looking up at the sky before feeling the coolness cloak his body - like a shadow wrapping around his body. To anyone looking the change would have been blurred the outline of his body.
As always the change was easy, his body re-shifting until it stood in his most natural form. The black of his hide stood out against the silver of his fangs, horns, and claws, red markings covering his body, his eyes a rich silver. He smirked faintly as he stretched out his leathery wings, stretching out much like a cat might have. A single silver chain was around his neck, a clouded gem seen in the front - clouded from the taint of darkness that came from him successfully connecting to some of the deeper magic. Being an Ancient alone didn't entitle him to all the thinks he could ever want, and Merlin hadn't explained from the beginning the tinted darkness the magic would have. Luckily the purifying stone helped, needing to be changed out every few years for a fresh diamond.
He took to the air then, using shadows to move further from his home faster, until he was over the ocean, skimming the water with a wing tip, eyes closed as he relaxed against the water's edge. He moved quietly, before feeling an oddness in the air. He began to follow the feeling then, tilting his head at what could only be described as an untouched island, and even from his distance he could feel the flashing of ancient power from it. He moved closer to see a creature trying to break through something. He quietly followed, breaking down the already broken layers - stretching them just enough to let a shadow carry him through, before landing and tilting his head at the female in front of him, Letting the Ancient Dragon Song wrap around his body, his gaze on the creature in front of him, surprised. "Katswiri."
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Post by KAOTANYA ILLIEL SORDIA-DANTHOS on Dec 14, 2013 20:00:04 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/katmiddle.png]They say all good things must come to an end. Katswiri was never one to really believe that, because she honestly never really had anything good happen to her after her first life. She’d given her very soul away for her people, did what her Gods had told her to do. And it’d all be a huge slap in her face. It had all been worth nothing and now she was forced to relive every memory for eternity. What should have bound her people to the new shifter dragons damned them to extinction and Kats to a never end reincarnation cycle. That hidden detail, the ability to pass on the ‘Will of the Gods’ to other Ancients, would never come to light.
And now she was here, purring and cooing and rubbing up against a tree. A sentient tree, one with thoughts and a purpose and life. But still nothing more than a tree.
A fucking tree.
The tree’s searching vines unwound themselves from her long, snowy mane when their peace was broken.
Katswiri.
The dragoness jumped visibly, magic burning its way through her spine and scorching her neck where the metal collar that bound her soul meet her skin. Instantly her snow mane lifted a foot off her neck, crystalizing into tiny diamond spikes. She snapped her head around, her canines quickly growing to saber sized clear swords. She snarled like a wild beast as her wings flared in a futile effort to shield the tree nearly five times their sizes. The Ancient Dragon Song around them abruptly stopped and dead silence filled the air, the tree’s once live fingers falling silent.
Katswiri was all ready to rip out the throat of the undeserving bastard who’d dare view up not only her weak moment, but the very presence of such an ancient being untouched, unsoiled like the silent guardian standing behind her. But she froze, her silver tinged magical sight catching the vibrantly glittering form when normal sight might make him hard to see in this inky darkness. Katswiri blinked and quite suddenly, her battle form withered away until her mane lay flat once more and sabers disappeared. Her eyes were startling silver, glowing as vividly as the sun in the darkness. She blinked again, the silver fading form her eyes until the vibrant copper fire reigned again. Her nostrils twitched, picking up his scent. It was pointless really, only one other dragon had ever shined so brightly in her magic sight after the fall of her race.
Their race.
”Nocte,” her voice held a surprised note she quickly covered before continuing in a voice much colder than they’d last spoken, ”what are you doing here?”Her speaking his name seemed to awaken the air around them again and the Dragon Song was back. It wasn’t nearly as pronounced as before, no longer a distinct tune, but rather just random sounds; very much like the calming sounds of nightfall. The tree once more came to life, the questing vines wrapping themselves around Katswiri’s neck and worming their way underneath the metal bindings of her collar. She glanced sharply at the tree, feeling its questioning intent. It knew he was different, not quite like her, yet so much like her as well. It reached out a long vine towards Nocte as if inviting him closer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 10:42:55 GMT -6
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The male let the faintest hint of a smirk slither across his shadowed maw, silver eyes taking in the priestess as she visibly tensed, and almost instantly shifted into a distinctly aggressive posture. Mane crystalizing, canines lengthening, sharpening. Even her wings flared up, and around the tree. His gaze danced to the tree, watching the way the Song went silent, limbs falling still. Was the power coming from it? Was that what he had been feeling? His gaze returned to the female, watching her swing her head in his direction, and then she froze. Perhaps she hadn't forgotten him? He watched the battle form disapparate just as quickly as it had came, her eyes going from a silver that mirrored his own, to the common color he'd remembered back when they had once been considered friends . . . Rivals . . .? Friendly Rivals?
He tilted his head as she voiced his name, before very slowly lowering his head to her in acknowledgement, before raising an eyebrow when her voice went colder, asking what he was doing here. He didn't answer right away, instead focusing on the song that was back and working it's way around them, the tree exploring the length of the femme's neck, even stretching out towards him. Nocte stayed where he was at, having never been touchy feely, even with a magical tree. He'll stick to his more comfortable shadows. His gaze returned to Katswiri, hesitating for barely a moment, "Taking some time away from my home, and attempting to 'relax' before I must return to my daughter later tonight." His tone was casual, with just enough dismissiveness to make it clear that questions concerning the mention of a child were not permitted to be asked. He liked others assuming he was the last of his kind. He didn't want the focus put on his babe. Especially not the focus of this female, who'd know that his daughter was as pure in blood as he was by one simple sniff. His mate had come from his own time, and as their only surviving child, Nyx was his to protect, and he'd be damned if he let anything happen to her.
He tilted his head, before eyeing the female, "And you, Katswiri? What are you doing here?"
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Post by KAOTANYA ILLIEL SORDIA-DANTHOS on Dec 18, 2013 12:10:25 GMT -6
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Katswiri snorted a leaf away from her nostrils, fighting back the giggle that tickled the back of her throat as the wispy leaves. Nocte’s refusal to allow the tree the physical contact it craved with him made the tree’s questing fingers turn back to Katswiri with stronger intent than before. The vines grew thicker around her neck, nearly covering her in places completely. She grumbled, slightly annoyed. She’d only been gone a week from his presence, really?
” Wux re hefoc vi vrak, Agyrt-Thalu,” the ancient language rolled off her tongue like liquid silver, her voice tiny to hide the affectionate purr. Her voice was suddenly very young, like a mother speaking to her child, like the priestess he may have heard of but never met was suddenly standing right before his eyes. In that moment, any other language she was not born of didn’t seem to suit her. She was born of Ancient Kings and Queens and she’d never truly belong anywhere again. But for a brief moment, standing there beneath another Ancient creature, she seemed at home.
Katswiri’s tangerine orbs flickered to Nocte’s barely visible form, her bladed tail twitching back and forth like an angry cat ready to pounce. Even if the mysterious tree kept trying to beckon him closer, Katswiri didn’t seem ready to allow the Shadow Dragon a single step forward. His words didn’t bother her much, knowing him he’d probably adopted some rotten body changer in an effort to settle that hole in his heart he’d been ripping wider over the centuries. ”You disappoint me. I thought you’d learned your lesson long ago. Are you really so keen to set yourself up for failure every time? Last I heard, you’d become celibate.” Her voice was distant, caught in a time far away, but no less sharp.
The blizzard raged on outside, but the two tangled dragons couldn’t care less. Leather wings brushed against each other, horns clacked against as the male hovered around her lithe body. A forked tongue flick against her thinly scaled cheek. She growled low in her throat, the ivory spikes lining her spine springing up in irritation to prod at his thickly scaled side, her body shuddering under his attention. She was tired, it had been a long day and her energy was lacking lately. Her mate whined, desperate for her attention and finally she relented. Her secondary wings lifted away from covering her flanks and the male dragon cooed as her brushed his scaled nose against her thinning underbelly plates. He settled lengthwise along her body. She lifted her head from her paws rested it against flank, his whipcord tail slinging under her neck to wrap around the other side of her body and leaving the thin end to curl around her back, weaving between her spikes. He whispered softly, puffing warm smoke against the growing evidence of the eggs within her belly. He chirped to his growing young within and Katswiri chirped back in response before letting her pale eyes slide shut. She swallowed thickly, trying to erase the memory from existence. She’d had her chance once. And she’d had many chances over the years to try to become a mother again. But never had she ever even thought of it. It wasn’t until this life, after dying 774 times, that she’d given in to that hidden desire. And look what good it did her. Maeve was missing, Keanu and Phallotine kidnapped. Gods knew what those bastards were doing to the younger dragons she’d fancy to adopt as her family. She should have known that getting close to her would bring them nothing but trouble. She was a walking hazard. ”You should know what it is like to be us, the last of our kind. Letting anyone close is a death sentence,” she murmured, the words directed to herself more than Nocte.
The tree’s vines wound their way around her eyes, sensing her distress, to which she snorted a puff of air and flicked her ears in mild irritation. The vines crept into the frill of her drawn up griff, refusing to allow her to lower them. She allowed the armor-like spikes that, when extend, protected her throat and horse-like ears, to vibrate with discomfort. She didn’t understand the ancient being’s sudden need to be so close to her. Her eyes flashed luminescent silver as her magic sight flickered on and the vines drew away from her eyes. ”Svabol ui coi wux tuor,” she grumbled, painfully trying to ignore the audience they had.
The vines suddenly latched onto her lower neck possessively, making the Ancient Dragon jump and squirm. The vines quickly wove under the collar around her neck and tugged. Panic flashed through Katswiri’s eyes, her eyes flickering between silver and copper in rapid fire succession. She tried to worm her way free of the tree’s obsessive grip and suddenly the air around them erupted into dragon song. The female froze, her eyes wide as she quickly translated the song and forced her body to relax. She still tremored minutely and her wings rustled with uncertainty, but the song urged her to trust the tree. The vines worked their ways under her collar more firmly.
And for the first time since she gave up her original life, the collar that bound her sole to this earth, that imprisoned her to the bodies she relied on to take physical form, was removed from her skin.
Katswiri’s legs grew weak as she gazed upon the beautiful artwork that made the collar. She’d only ever been able to look down upon it but now that it was at eye level, she was able to appreciate the delicate metal work. The tree withdrew its vines and the collar slowly disappeared within the upper branches, the copper gem winking as if to signal its departure. Katswiri lifted a forepaw to her now bare neck and felt the hot skin. She didn’t look down, knowing that though the silver artwork and gemstone were gone, the collar’s presence had left its mark scorched into her skin. The price of her magic was suddenly laid bare to the world in the shape of the burn scars that once lay perfectly underneath the collar. The tree’s low hanging branches were limp now, leaving Katswiri draped partially behind the curtain. She glanced at Nocte, her wing flaring and shifting to hide the burns at her neck.
”I’m here to replenish my magic, obviously,” she answered smartly, reaching up to her horn to unravel the was once there. She grasped at her smooth horn for a moment then remembered faintly she’d given the crystal to Phallontine for emergencies. Some good it turned out to be. She gazed up at the tree’s silver bark and emerald leaves. In all honestly, Katswiri was a magic dragon, able to easily manipulate even the most unstable nature magic and even create her own. She had no reason to truly be here. But she was preparing for battle in a sense, and she could use every step up she needed. She was here to gather more magic in a few hours than she could make and store in months. ”I think the real question here, Shadow Dragon, is what possessed you to follow me. I have no desire to be in the company of the likes of you,” she half snarled.
Amount: 1218 Translation: [1]”You are like a child, Agyrt-Thalu” [2] “what is it you desire” Notes: yikes she’s pissy. And asking for a smack or two…or a million Muse: Good! Outfit/Dragon form: CLICK Tune: “She is Love (Acoustic)” by Parachute Tags: Nocte/DYZZ
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 12:46:17 GMT -6
voulez vou take it now or leave, now is all we get ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "Someone talking"
Someone thinking
Nocte eyed the female dragon in a long silence, watching her eyes flicker towards him, even as the tree seemed to assault her with it's finger-likes. His silver eyes remained focused on the tree for a long moment, as if not certain to trust the tree around the female dragon. They might not have seen one another in many, many, many years; and they might be cold and aloof now . . . but she once was one of his oldest, and closest friend and companion, though not in the sexual sense. Her gaze twitched back to him, and he eyed her tail, not certain yet if she was planning to attack him or not. He was personally hoping for the later. But as the tree tried to beckon him closer, he watched the female and stayed where he was, his body rigid except for the faint intake and exhale of air, and the flickering of his eyes. His tail was still, half coiled around his standing limbs. His wings were silent and folded against his sides. He wasn't sure what would happen should he make the wrong movement, and spurred Katswiri into attack mode - but he knew he wanted to avoid that . . . their past made it impossible for him to ever be willing to attack her. As he mentioned his daughter, his eyes narrowed at her sharp, and distant voice, a faint growl in the back of his throat.
"Be cautious, Katswiri. You should know how far my loyalty to family goes. I suggest you avoid speaking so ill about my chid." He warned, eyes narrowed. He didn't like how she'd automatically assumed that him having Nyx would could as failure. But what he did know was that no matter what the female said, he would never, ever give up his daughter. Not now that he had found her, and knew she existed. She would never be alone, or far from him again. He turned his gaze away from the female then, a slight huff leaving him, causing the stone against his chest to shift lightly. He turned away at her next words though. "Katswiri, enough. Do not say such things about my child. You do not know the situation." His voice held a dark edge to it, border lined ire. However, as the vines moved closer to her, before making her jump and squirm, his gaze immediately jumped back towards her, taking a half step forward when he saw her eyes flash with panic, "Katswiri?" Alarm danced in his tone, as he took a few more steps forward between the dragon song started up again, causing both of them to freeze. As she relaxed, so did he, deciding the tree must not be a threat after all. He watched her though, her and the tree; eyes confused as it suddenly removed the collar from her neck, showing burns deep beneath it.
As the collard disappeared into the trees branches, his eyes were on her neck, before watching her wing glare, hiding the burns, speaking out about being there to replenish her magic, questioning him as to why he'd followed her. He ignored her, though his eyes flashed at her 'likes of you' comment. Instead he moved forward slowly, one of his leathered wings stretching out to tug her wing from the burns, "You should get those looked at." He said quietly. Before immediately pulling back, and in moments he was further back from her than he'd been before he'd moved forward, keeping a distance from her. "I did not follow you here. I merely followed . . . the old power of this place. It was like a beacon of sorts." He stated before turning away, his tail whipping briefly behind him, "But, seeing as you have no desire for my company. Perhaps I should be leaving. I don't like being away from Nyx for long." He stated simply, his tone dismissive and no longer interested. If she wanted to be distant and cold . . . well . . . two could play at that game. ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ TAG: Katswiri WORDS: 719 with coding NOTES: Hehe. His mood and attitude is ALL over. I'm not sure what the hell got into him. OUTFIT: link
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Post by KAOTANYA ILLIEL SORDIA-DANTHOS on Feb 11, 2014 14:47:53 GMT -6
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Why wouldn’t he leave? Couldn’t he take a bloody damn hint? Katswiri fidgeted restlessly. If he stayed too long, he would begin to wonder about her. The downfall of him knowing her for so long was that he knew of her abilities, her magical prowess was somewhat similar to his, if not stronger, more natural. She shouldn’t need to ‘replenish’ her magic. Nocte was smart, Katswiri often wondered how she’d ended up with the name meaning cunning when all her lives recently had been dominated by stupid, reckless decisions.
Be cautious? She snorted, a jet of harsh steam erupting from her nostrils. "Have you not noticed that cautious is not listed as one of my many talents," she grumbled. She was practically begging for Nocte to do something, anything to interrupt her thoughts and stop the growing pit of dread settling deep in her stomach. She hadn’t felt this bad in millennia. "I may not know your situation, Nocte, but neither do you know of mine. What I do know is I have seen you suffer enough over our lifetimes. When tragedy becomes you again, don’t you dare come running to me," she snarled, thinking back to his most recent tragedy. They hadn’t meet in several hundred years face to face, but when the only other ancient dragon in the surrounding area was present, Katswiri found it very hard to not watch from a distance. She’d used Kao’s eyes to track Nocte occasionally, because if she had done it herself, Nocte would have noticed in a heartbeat.
So she’d know about Lux. To a degree, she’d seen how fast they’d bonded. Thinking of that bond made her stomach flip and the acid in her belly boil. Sulfur tinted the air for a brief second. Katswiri may be reckless and stupid as of late, but she wasn’t stupid enough to ignore her emotions. She knew she’d been jealous of Lux. Nocte was all she’d ever really had ever since she’d started her reincarnation cycle. Even if it had only been as a friend, dare she label it that, she was not keen on sharing with Nocte. Lux had been the reason she’d hidden her presence away from the Shadow Dragon for so long. She wanted a moment to work out her feelings and dampen that jealousy before she approached her oldest comrade.
Damn that concerned voice of his, it reminded her too much of the last few centuries before their extended separation, when they’d made plans to meet up every time she was reborn or needed reminding of her past lives. He may not have been in every life time, but remember her past lives was key to her power and he’d often been the one who opened the door for her to her other lives. She thought back to when they’d last met; Pompeii. She visibly winced at the less than happy memory of the city she’d destroyed in her anger. Maybe it had been Nocte all along who was avoiding her for so long.
He was suddenly approaching her, his wings gently lifting her wings away from her neck. She blinked at his suggestion, finally allow her stance to somewhat relax and even sat down. "Why bother, as soon as the collar is back on, they’ll return. Besides, I’ve lived with it since my first rebirth. And I’ve had worse," she whispered painfully, a fore paw drifted to brush the massive knot of angry red scars, looking to have only healed mere days ago, that spanned the whole length of her left ribcage. Touching the scars sent a bolt of phantom pain through her and made her stomach coil. Her ears twitched as he spoke of the beacon. Of course the tree would reach out to him. It was bound to happen at one point. She looked down at the ground as he moved away. She wanted him to stay suddenly. The dreadful ball in stomach told her that something would happen tomorrow. For a moment, she wanted her old friend, her old comrade, the old Nocte to come back.
"I’m sorry,," she blurted, screaming out in her head what the hell she was doing. They’d long ago decided to keep out of personal affairs between them. She knew much about Nocte’s personal life, but he knew nothing of hers. Mostly because when they had first met, her memories of her original life had been blurry at best. Then as time passed, she never got around to telling him. She began changing and resenting him each time asked her to talk about it. "About Lux, I’m sorry about her," she murmured, standing and walking around on all fours nervously, her wings shifting restlessly. "It’s been a rough for me this new life, things have changed and I-" she clamped her mouth shut. No, she would not speak of how she was reverting back. It was forbidden. "I’m sorry, I wish I could do something. I really do, none should have to go through what you did. I hope things with Nyx turn out different. It’s about damn time something good happens to you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 15:20:03 GMT -6
[attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"]He didn't know why he was still standing here. He shouldn't have left the first time he heard her speak, when he'd been so violent and cold to her . . . but . . . he wasn't sure if he could walk away either. He was so lonely, especially after . . . no. He couldn't think about it. He couldn't think about her. His breath left him with a stuttered sound, as mentally shook the thought of her from his head. He just couldn't think about Lux being gone at the moment. It was too soon. He rolled his eyes at her words, " True, you've never been the cautious sort . . . and you always seemed to have a streak for causing the worst kind of situation. Did you know Merlin hated you all through his life. Even on his death bed he hated you." He muttered with a shake of his head. At her next words he tilted his head, his gaze shifted away. Tragedy again . . . . It was true, he'd suffered more than enough. One of the last two known survivors of his race . . . . and losing Lux, not to mention the loss of his previous mate and their entire family - minus Nyx. " Tragedy will not fall upon me again. Not with Nyx. I . . . I won't lose her again." He whispered quietly, shaking his head. He couldn't lose his only remaining hatchling again. His last tie to his mate. His gaze moved back to the female he hadn't seen in so long. How many lives had he missed? While he'd slept in the cave next to the body of his mate, his children, his eggs that would never hatch. His family. How long had she waited for him, to never come? He'd slept for so long . . . . So very, very long. And it had taken many years after that - again - to get over the lost of his beloved, and their family. He'd occasionally thought about the female before him . . . but it was rare while he grieved for those he didn't get a chance to say goodbye to. At the sight of her burns he lifted he wings away, looking at them as she relaxed, sat down. He eyed her when she said it was pointless, and that she'd had worse. His eyes drifted to the scars, ones he hadn't seen previous. Startled, he looked over them, shaking his head lightly, " What . . . what happened?" He asked, a soft frown, a gentle shake of his head, knowing he should have been there to help . . . Another casualty that had to have happened, most likely while he slept in his enchanted sleep. Another point in his life where he had failed. Her words next startled him, having him freeze when she apologized, his gaze looking at her, and the moment Lux's name was spoken, Nocte squeezed his eyes shut. Lux. His dear Lux. Then she spoke again, things changing. At her silence though, he looked at her confused.before closing his eyes and looking away. " I've known her all my life, you know . . . . Lux . . ." Her name fell from his maw, " We grew up together. She was the daughter of one of my mother's servants. I never thought she'd have survived . . . the fall of our species. But there she was. Alive." His eyes squeezed shut, fighting back the tears. " Nyx took to her instantly . . ." His voice had a raw quality to it, " Why do they all keep dying around me, Kats. What did I do to deserve this? They all die . . . . Nyx is all I have left . . . Nyx and . . . you." He turned to her slowly, his silver eyes like molten mercury. " What are you keeping from me, Katswiri . . . What are you not telling me about you . . ." He breathed softly, his eyes focused on her alone. " Why are you pushing me away? Why are you . . . ." He suddenly fell quiet, remembering her words of earlier. She was recharging her magic? Why would she need to do that. She gathered magic like it was second nature. She'd teased him when he'd corruptedly gotten ahold of his own magic, and had at times even helped him find the purest of stones to cleanse his magic with. " Why do you need to recharge your magic? You've never had to recharge it . . . . What's going on, Katswiri?" His voice held a different tenseness to it now. Concern woven through the tone, his eyes locked on her. " Are . . . you in trouble?" Tagged: Katswiri Outfit: CLICK[newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1"]height: 10px; width:450px; -moz-transition-delay: .0s; -webkit-transition-delay: .0s; -o-transition-delay: .0s; -ms-transition-delay: .0s; transition-delay: .0s; -moz-transition-duration: .2s; -webkit-transition-duration: .2s; -o-transition-duration: .2s; -ms-transition-duration: .2s; transition-duration: 2s; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; position: relative; opacity:0.2; position:left[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1:hover"]height: 550px; width:450px; overflow: auto;padding: 10px; -moz-transition-delay: .5s; -webkit-transition-delay: .5s; -o-transition-delay: .5s; -ms-transition-delay: .5s; transition-delay: .5s; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 20px;opacity:0.8;[/newclass]
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Post by KAOTANYA ILLIEL SORDIA-DANTHOS on Feb 11, 2014 21:02:42 GMT -6
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Katswiri snorted rather rudely. Merlin hated her? "I’m not surprised, I pretty much declared war on him in that lifetime. Remember those twin dragons banished from the dragon realm? Yea, they caught me on a particular pissy day. In my defense, though, my host that life was quite…atrocious." She couldn’t help but revel in the minor banter, feeling for a moment that things were back to how they were so many lives ago. How many had it been? 150 at least…maybe more? She long stopped keeping count. As each lifetime passed, she’d noticed she’d been quicker and quicker to rush to her death and subsequent rebirth over all.
And just like that, things shifted. She could feel the shadows closing in around her, though it far from Nocte’s own doing. Katswiri lifted her face up to the pitch black sky above, hoping to glimpse the moon hiding behind the clouds. But they were too deep within the fissure. The tree’s vines brushed against her leathery snake-like skin, silver sides up as if offer a faint light for her cling to. The leaves trailed down her long neck to brush the burns, caressing them. The burns along her neck had long ago stopped bothering her, she’d learned to lock away that pain. Soft bursts of light filtered past the leaf tips to sink into the disfigured skin. After a moment the leaves released her, leaving behind blackened skin. The charred bits flaked away to reveal ropey scars colored a silvery pink. Her ears twitch, swinging back toward Nocte’s voice as he gaped at the scars on her side.
"My last life. I don’t remember much of anything, if anything at all," she murmured easily, perhaps a bit too easily. She craned her neck around to look at the scars closely. There was the original claw marks that scored deep, almost deep enough to scar the bone. The edges ran together with the skin around it, as if someone had splattered paint. "I can guess Earth Dragon, I get panicky around them in this life. And judging from the edges, I must think a necrotic poison. I do remember that it took days." She stated it so simply. Yet Nocte knew that she often didn’t remember anything from her past three lives. To have remembered even that much from her most recent life, so soon too, only a year after being reborn to Kao. How horrifying it must have been.
Katswiri’s thoughts began to trail off to dark thoughts as he spoke of Lux. Gods, this unneeded and unwanted jealousy. The fact that Lux had apparently known him just as long as she, maybe more, no, definitely more, made her squirm. All her life, her whole cycle, he was the only one she had. She never wanted him really to begin with, but he just kept popping up in her early lives that some kind of twisted, strange relationship formed between them. Who the hell said he had any right to worm his way into her life and dig his hooks in! Katswiri blinked, distantly registering his words. Was that it? Had she viewed Lux as standing between them. Well, that was no brainer, yes she had. But now that she thought about, she viewed it as Nocte trying to worm his way out what HE had started!
’Nyx is all I have left . . . Nyx and . . . you.
Her heart broke. Huh, she hadn’t even realized she’d much of one anymore. His almost pleading for her to explain her. How often had he asked her that? And how often had she declined, stormed off, or even attacked him in her rage at his audacity. Why was she pushing him away? Because something was going to happen tomorrow. Something bad.
And suddenly he had her figured out. So which would she choose? The past? Or the future?
The silenced stretched thin and long and finally she looked down at her paws. She carefully drew her hind legs beneath her, assuming a queen like stance as she sat proud and tall. Her tail curled around and the tip began to draw in the dirt. She beckoned him forwards. "In my original life, you know I was a High Priestess. But before that, I was a caretaker of the younglings at the monasteries." Her tail moved fast, for she knew their faces by heart, she dreamed about it every day. A young face with only half grown horns that spiraled loosely like an antelope began to take shape. Her eye ridges were prominent and scales dotted her face like freckles. Her baby scales must have been giving way to her more sturdy adult scales at the time. "Katalina, she was an orphan of sorts, whose parents had abandoned her. She took a liking to me and was glued to my hip. Her family paid her no attention, but she had an older brother." Her tail was drawing again, this time, slower, taking care in each stroke.
The dragon looked normal enough, a simple European dragon. But his horns spread out widely, almost like a deer’s. A massive set of claw marks disrupted the scales on his jaw, which was slightly crooked. Once she was done, Katswiri took her claws and hovered them over the claw marks. A perfect match. " Oromis," she whispered, her voice already beginning to choke. " He was everything I should have hated in another dragon. Brash, loud, foolish, always looking for a fight. But I knew, the very minute that bumbling oaf set foot in the great marble halls, I knew. He was mine, and I was his. Regardless of the fights, literally, I gave him that scare in a fight. Regardless, I was his."
Her tail blade caressed the air around his drawing. " We were young, Gods we were so young. But we didn’t care. By the end of my priestess training, Oromis handed me his gift. He spent years molding it, growing the crystal, breathing life into it. He wanted the crystal to change colors using my magic, and it worked. Only now, it only changed when I change host houses," she looked up into the branches, trying to spot her collar hidden in the branches. . . the crystal. . .was it the one she so fondly treasure in the collar? The one that bound her soul?
" We were bonded. My family didn’t completely approve, they believed I should focus on my studies first, but . . . Oromis had been given to me by the Gods. I just knew it. To turn my back on him . . . I would have scorned the Gods. They never understood my connection with the spirits, but he did," she smiled bitterly, her throat tight and voice hoarse. "My life as the real Katswiri was short and tragic. I died before I reached adulthood. I was just on the outter edges of my adolescence when the war hit. And my life changed forever," again she was drawing, only this time, four perfect ovals. She drew designs in each, letting magic flow down her finger tips to give faint color to the dirt below. Two larger ovals, one silver sprinkled with white and undertones of charcoal grey and blue, the other a deep burgundy streaked black and dotted yellow. And two smaller ovals, one a shifting palette of blue speckles and the other a light airy teal.
" Ajalik, Akorinth. And my girls, Sereyll and Saenerys. I was so young, I was foolish. We were foolish. I should have known being so young, I should have known there would be problems," Katswiri shifted, going to press a hand against her belly but pulled back and shifted back to Oromis’s drawing. "I wanted to protect him, to save him. He was dying, having been caught in the war fighting for me. I pleaded to the Gods, begged. Anything to keep him alive," she was breathing heavy now and her speech was quickening. Her eyes were distant, and quite suddenly she was just telling a story, she was living it again.
"You gave him to me. How dare you take him from me. He was mine, and I am his. If you take him, you will take me . . .save him, save me. I know my dragonets are not going to hatch, the eggs have fallen silent within me. I cannot feel the magic from them anymore," she lifted her head up to the abyss above them. Tears tracked down her face uninhibited. For the first time in several centuries, she was crying. " Take my eggs," she whispered.
Her trance broke. "So they took my eggs. Yet it wasn’t enough, they wanted more. They told me I was going to be great, I had a destiny to fulfill. They would save him, but I had to believe in them. They not only could save him, they could save us, my kind, and end this war. So I did believe, as I had been doing my whole life," she glared down at the drawings and swiped them from existence with a paw. " They ripped my body to shreds and burned it to ashes. They took my eggs, erased them from existence. And gave us life. With Oromis’s first breath, I was shoved into my new life. And so the cycle began. I woke up with only the memories of the Gods’ instruction. There was no Oromis. By the time I had died enough to remember, he was dead and his new mate had never heard of me. To save him, they killed me. Not just physically but mentally. I was forgotten to all who were not blood family," Katswiri stood bitterly, her teeth bared in a silent snarl. " Two lives later, that was when you met me. Part of me wishes you had known me as the real me," she whispered bitterly, "But then the other part of me says no." Amount: 1657 Notes: <offers tissue> I needed it! Muse: Good! Outfit/Dragon form: CLICK Tune: “She is Love (Acoustic)” by Parachute Tags: Nocte/DYZZ/font]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 21:51:59 GMT -6
[attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"]He stood in absolute silence, his tail coiled around his front paws, his wings dropping and draped in the dirt, shocked in silence. Slowly he sank back, sitting down as he took everything in. She . . . . She . . . . . . . . His mind flashed briefly to a new face, the smiling black face, vibrant red eyes, purple markings breaking up the black, and shining vibrantly. Calista. Still her name sent a stabbing to his heart, and briefly his mind travelled to that fateful morning when he woke and saw her bones, still stretched towards him from her final moments when she'd called to him desperately for him to waken, to help them, to save their family. His breath left him in a shaky breath. " I'm sorry . . . I . . . I hate to admit it, but in a way . . . I know how it must feel." Could he really do this? He hadn't even been able to tell Lux about Calista. About his girls, his handsome young boys. His breath faltered for a second. " Those lives of yours that hadn't been part of recently . . . what? A hundred and twenty? Maybe more . . . . I . . . I had was cast into a magical sleep." Instantly the shadows drifted away from him, away from Kats, shifting to form the feminine physique of a black dragon, and slowly, his gem clouded as colors were added, vibrant purple markings that seemed to zig zag across her body, vibrant red eyes. " Calista . . . was my mate. It was an arranged marriage. We had been friends and so it was easy for us to take it to the next step. To mates. She was so beautiful, so full of life. She gave me a family, the family I had always wanted. We were one of the last families still alive." More shadows gathered, forming the shapes of five playful dragonets, all black with either her purple markings, his red markings, or a mix of both. " We were blessed. Five hatchlings had survived past the hatching. They were growing so fast. So playful. So alive. Carina and Jessamine . . . our girls, they are the ones that look like Calista. Our boys are the other three. Crictius, Gaius, and the oldest, Sebastianus. We were so excited. Not only were they growing quickly, healthy, but we had eggs developing. Our second batch of children developing and growing." The shadows suddenly shifted, turning to glare at him, in hate, in disappointment, in betrayal. " You're right . . . . Tragedy follows me . . . like a beacon." A tear streaked down his face. " I'd just come back from hunting when the witch from the village near by came up to the cave. She'd been friendly to us before. Understood we were all almost gone, the Shadow Dragons. She protected us. But that time. . . while my mate and children slept, she sent me into a sleep. An enchanted sleep." A growl ripped from his mouth as he remembered her sad expression, her whisper of 'this will protect you. You will be spared.' " The knights came as I slept. Calista tried to protect the children, she tried. But dear god . . . ." He fell silent, shivers rolling down his spine as he fought to control himself. After a long moment he continued again. " I woke ten thousand years later, to just my family's skeletons showing their last movements. Our five dragonets were coiled up together, protected by her tail, arrows and swords sticking from between their bones. My mate, my dear Calista stretched out of the ground, different arrows stuck deep in her bones, a sword through . . . . through her skull, pinning her head to the ground from where . . . . where she was stretching towards where I slept, towards me, looking towards me for protection . . . . The eggs . . . they were all broken. Smashed. None of them survived. None but I." He fought to keep his breath steady. " I'd failed them . . . . just as I failed Lux. She's gone too . . . Everyone around me seems to die. Except of Nyx . . . Except for my sweet Nyx." The shadows shifted then to a beautiful little dragonet, her horns starting to grow, barely budded, her black body lithe and tiny, like Calista had been, her vibrant silver eyes dancing with joy, her red markings standing out, and shining just as Nocte's did. " They missed her egg. It had been hidden behind some of the others, in a corner. I still don't know how it happened. We . . . we survived the brutal massacre . . . We survived. But the rest died, and it was al my fault . . . I couldn't protect them." The shadow-created dragons disappeared as the shadows rushed to his form, sliding over it like wanton lovers, caressing him gently. He slowly looked up at her with molten mercury eyes, his muzzle reaching towards, his expression broken, " Why do we keep losing everyone we care about? Why are we still alive when everyone else is dead . . . . What have we one to deserve this?" 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Post by KAOTANYA ILLIEL SORDIA-DANTHOS on Feb 11, 2014 23:00:00 GMT -6
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It hurt, Gods it hurt, everything hurt. Within her mind she felt Kaotanya rousing and felt the phantom arms of her host wrap around her neck. Who ever said that talking about things, ‘getting it off your chest’, was wrong. She felt raw, felt like every single nerve was exposed to air. Her wings fanned themselves out and then wrapped themselves tightly around her frame. She retreated from the shelter of the weeping low branches to cower in the shadows. Yet still she stood out, a pale moonbeam amongst a starless night. All she wanted to do was sink in the ocean depths and never come up for air again. Katswiri’s ears twitched, barely taking in his words. She was still in the past, hearing her screams and pleas echoing around her.
And then he approached a sore subject, her lives that he had been so blatantly absence from. Ugh, how she wanted to just, just, just . . .
She took a deep breath and released it, noticing the air around them growing colder with her darkening mood. "One hundred fifty three lives," she murmured, not realizing she’d subconsciously been keeping count. She pulled her magic in tight around her like her wings, cloaking it. Without a single gem as a channel, her powers were shifting out of control. Suddenly he was talking and his tone in which he began enraptured her.
The shadows shifted around her as he spoke and wove his tale, captivated her so. His element was a fascinating one. At one time, when magic was so succulent and surrounded them so thickly, she’d been able to physically manifest it into light auras. But now she could only get it to spark and flicker to the normal naked eye and only for a few seconds. She watched the shadows of the mini Nyx faded, feeling Kaotanya reel back in her mind in shock. She ignored the girl who was frantically rushing through her memories. His powers are still strong, and hers were weak. It made…fear…coil in her belly. Just how would tomorrow turn out? Just what would go wrong?
What had they done indeed? He just wanted a normal life, a family. A mate to hold every night, children to love and cherish and watch grow up and become parents themselves. And she just wanted death. Sweet, endless darkness. No more fighting, no more duties, no more painful, gut wrenching bonding and no more host bodies.
How could he ask her that question? When she herself has been searching for the answer long before him?
"We are the last of our kind. A great race that ruled in a time that no longer has ties to this world. Our race itself is a tragedy. Perhaps just being what we are is enough," she whispered, copper eyes dull and lifeless as he reached towards her. They had never been this open with each other. They’d always been friendly rivals. The most each did to ever really help that other was Nocte’s attempt to help her remember the lives she had trouble with. And yet, she felt herself wanting to reach out to him too and her body responded to some deep hidden urge. She stopped herself when her muzzle was a bare inch or two from his. His breath fanned her face, his scent curling in her nostrils, dark, cool, and damp like the shadows he possessed. Similar to hers in a way.
Her muzzle dipped beneath his, her long angular snout coming to rest under his, parallel. Still she kept a space between them, afraid to touch him. She had done this with Oromis once, to calm him. But they’d been mates then. She was just about to touch him when light exploded across her vision, blinding and white hot. She reeled back, a screech of agony ripping past her jaws. She rose on her hind legs, pawing at her sightless eyes, the scent of sulfur filling the air as she spat acidic, white flames at an unseen enemy. She slammed her body against the canyon wall, her claws ripping into the rock and reaching around to claw at the scars knotting her rib cage. She slammed her head against the wall until she was sure her horns would break. Her brain was ripping from her skull, her skull slowly splitting open as memories were shoved into her mind, memories she should not relive for another two life times.
Suddenly she was in the past.
’I’m scared,’ the small body huddled against her belly whimpered, shivering against her skin enough to cause her own body to tremor. Katswiri snarled at the dragonet to be silent but allowed her secondary wings to drop below her hips and further shield the tiny black creature from view. It was her way of comforting her. Katswiri scented the air carefully, her body trembling with exhaustion. Her enemy’s scent was everywhere; they were stuck in his underground lair. But it was stale, he didn’t appear close. She crouched down, coaxing the tiny dragonet from underneath the protective shelter of her underbelly and onto her shoulders. She motioned for her to lay low and be quiet. Katswiri tried to allow her depleted magic to aid in her search for the enemy dragon. She was low on energy, exhausted and hurting, and had no more acid to spit. The tunnel exit was close, she could sense the wind currents wafting warm fresh air in. She just needed to sprint and get her cargo out.
She’d failed her race; she’d be damned if she failed him too. She leaped forward and made a mad dash, her legs uncoordinated and her gait faltering with the added weight of the dragonet. She could see the light ahead. She was almost there.
He came out of no where. Looking back on it, he’d been lying in wait. Earth dragon were always ungodly patient. She had a split second where time slowed, saw his gapping jaws aimed for her shoulders, intent on grabbing the little black dragonet and her in one swoop. She reacted faster than she thought her starved, dehydrated body could. Her tail blade came up, swiped his jaws off course, and then ducked low to slash at his ankle. His jaws clamped down on one wing, crushing the bones beneath it. His body ducked away from her stab and tossed her to the side. The dragonet was tossed free to land in the cave mouth. She looked back, terrified for her savior, but Katswiri screamed at her to run. And run she did, just as the Earth Dragon’s claws sank into Katswiri’s ribcage to drag her back into the cavern, shrieking as the poison ate her skin and swarmed her bloodstream.
Katswiri collapsed on the ground in a shivering heap. Her eyes were wide and she was panted desperately. The sharp metallic scent of blood filled the air and she became aware of the burning in her side. She felt blood on her claws. But all she wanted to do was look at that tiny shadow figure again, confirm that the dragonet had got free. She closed her eyes as she shuddered, murmuring over and over, her voice quiet with…relief? "She’s alive, she’s alive, thank gods she’s alive."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 23:16:40 GMT -6
[attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"]There were many things that one might not expect when they were out and about with Kats. But having known her for thousands, upon thousands, upon thousands of years . . . Nocte was rarely surprised. His eyes drifted shut as he felt her muzzle slip beneath his, a silent reminder that she was still there. Nyx was safe at home. Not everyone was gone. He still had them. However when she screamed and wrenched away his eyes went wide, jumping up as he watched her freak out in the worst way possible, " Kats? KATSWIRI?" His voice ripped from his throat in alarm, about to rush to her side only for her to suddenly split acid. Immediately the shadows wrapped around him, and he travelled out of the way. " Katswiri! What's wrong! Katswiri?!" His voice was going raw as he screamed her name, eyes wide at her behavior. Dear god what was wrong. Instinct took over and as she seemed to get sucked into her mind he wrapped the shadows around him and the female, protecting them so no one could see her, find her at this obvious moment of weakness. It didn't last long though, and soon she seemed to find her way back to the present - to him. At her words, he frowned in confusion, " Katswiri? Who? Are you alright?" He asked, firing the questions rapidly before walking towards her slowly, " Perhaps it's best if we leave this place. You should rest after . . . after all of that. God, don't do that again. You gave me a heart attack . . . I thought I was about to lose you too." And where would he be then? Tagged: @username Outfit: CLICK[newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1"]height: 10px; width:450px; -moz-transition-delay: .0s; -webkit-transition-delay: .0s; -o-transition-delay: .0s; -ms-transition-delay: .0s; transition-delay: .0s; -moz-transition-duration: .2s; -webkit-transition-duration: .2s; -o-transition-duration: .2s; -ms-transition-duration: .2s; transition-duration: 2s; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; position: relative; opacity:0.2; position:left[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1:hover"]height: 550px; width:450px; overflow: auto;padding: 10px; -moz-transition-delay: .5s; -webkit-transition-delay: .5s; -o-transition-delay: .5s; -ms-transition-delay: .5s; transition-delay: .5s; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 20px;opacity:0.8;[/newclass]
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Post by KAOTANYA ILLIEL SORDIA-DANTHOS on Feb 12, 2014 0:03:55 GMT -6
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The dragoness just lay there, her body shuddering every few seconds. Phantom pain raced through her wings, the memory of the crushed bones lancing through skin and feathers still too fresh. She felt cold, and for a dragon of ice, who’d been born on the tundra, that was saying something. She just kept murmuring to herself, over and over, the same phrase. A mantra, anything to keep her grounded. After a while her body grew still, the great shudders that stole her breath now minute shivering. She carefully lifted her head, her eyes wide. The tears of her suffering were frozen to the tiny scales lining her face.
Suddenly the anger she was known for was back as she began muttering to herself, or rather her host who was no doubt now listening in. "I swear to the the fucking Gods, Kaotanya Illiel Sordia-Danthos, if you pull a stunt like that again I’ll rip you to shreds. You agreed not to dream walk you little prick of a child." Child? Katswiri normally bonded with older hosts, had the gods decided to stop remaining silent? And since when has a host had power over her?
Katswiri finally turned her attention back to Nocte as she rose to her shaky feet. She shuffled closer to the bowing branches, afraid to take anything other than baby steps. She felt so impossibly weak. And her stomach was churning. Shit. ”I’m fine. Just shakey, you can remember how regaining memories can be. How many times did I breathe my flames?” she asked, though she already knew the answer. One time too many. Her mouth still held the sour taste. Even though Nocte may know regaining memories could be painful, she’d never had a negative reaction that badly. The branches reluctantly returned the collar to her, which immediately latched onto her neck with a faint hiss. Katswiri couldn’t hold back the wince from her face as the burns once again made themselves known. She didn’t want to think of tomorrow, didn’t want to think that his fear very well may come true.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 11:07:39 GMT -6
[attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"]Nocte was more than just a little worried as he stared down at the female who seemed so helpless, laying there before him, her body shuddering. His wings silently lifted, membrane unfolding as he arched the large leathery appendages over her, as to wrap her up, warm her up before retracting them again - not certain if the action would be met with relief or annoyance. Slowly he took a step forward, watching her lift her head, seeing the tears frozen into place, and then suddenly it was all anger. At least that was better. Anger he could handle better. It meant she was recovering. As she named another - likely to be her host this time, he tilted his head. It was interesting to hear her having to snap at another for over flooding her. She slowly rose, and he stepped back to give her more room, watching her even as she told him she was fine, nodding that he did remember how bad memories returning could be. Many thousands of years ago, when they had been closer, he'd have rubbed her back soothingly, tried to help her out, anything to keep her calm. This time though . . . he wasn't sure what to do. " Just once." He spoke quietly, looking at her as he watched the collar return, the item slipping around her neck, watching her wince. He was silent before moving towards her, his muzzle hesitantly brushing against the side of his neck, " I might know how bad remembering memories are for you, but it doesn't mean I like seeing you so upset, and hurt like that." He breathed quietly, looking her over as if to reassure himself that she truly was 'okay.' " Come? Let me take you to my house so I can make sure you're alright . . . I don't think you should fly in this condition. Not until you get your bearings straight." He told her softly, his silver eyes looking at her quietly, obviously concerned. Tagged: @username Outfit: CLICK[newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1"]height: 10px; width:450px; -moz-transition-delay: .0s; -webkit-transition-delay: .0s; -o-transition-delay: .0s; -ms-transition-delay: .0s; transition-delay: .0s; -moz-transition-duration: .2s; -webkit-transition-duration: .2s; -o-transition-duration: .2s; -ms-transition-duration: .2s; transition-duration: 2s; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; position: relative; opacity:0.2; position:left[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1:hover"]height: 550px; width:450px; overflow: auto;padding: 10px; -moz-transition-delay: .5s; -webkit-transition-delay: .5s; -o-transition-delay: .5s; -ms-transition-delay: .5s; transition-delay: .5s; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 20px;opacity:0.8;[/newclass]
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Post by KAOTANYA ILLIEL SORDIA-DANTHOS on Feb 12, 2014 21:03:39 GMT -6
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His hovering oddly enough didn’t seem to bother her. She remembered vaguely that before, when they’d often met up to unlock her memories, that he would do so on the particularly nasty ones. It had been so long, though. Even though she had her memories, they were faded and grayed, like she was watching them through thick glass. It bothered part of her that she was so attuned to this dragon’s every more even after not know him for so long. Ten thousand years and 154 lifetimes was a long time. They were both as ageless as the earth itself, yet even then they could still change so greatly. The Katswiri now was much more cynical than he last spoke. Granted she’d always been a bit of a bad egg. But now, she saw very little light in the pleasures she once partook in. She was almost vindictive now to the race she was supposed to protect. She took pleasure in the dark side of things; she may have adopted Keanu, for example, but that didn’t stop her from occasionally telling him the wrong thing during training, just to watch him flounder about. He passed it off as himself learning through first hand experiences. He was partly right, but the majority of it was Katswiri’s growing dark side.
Katswiri growled under her breath as he confirmed her suspicions. It must have been a decent sized flame, for she felt almost completely empty of the volatile acid that served as the ignition for the pristine alabaster flames.
She was staring at the swirling depths of her crystal, watching the new magic settle within the gem, when she felt his move closer. She froze, muscles tight and quivering as his muzzle brushed her neck. A wave of magic ruffled through her foot long mane, thick with the winter season. Icicles wove themselves into the long white tresses and frost clung to her feathers. She bristled slightly. "Kao won’t stop blathering her apologizes to me, don’t you give me that pity too. I chose this life." She snapped, a little harsher than she meant to. She kept her vibrant copper gaze to the roots of the tree before her, feeling the magic pulse beneath her paws. An ear twitched upon Nocte’s request, but she gave no other indication as having heard. She sat for a moment, staring at the silty clay beneath their paws. Then she stood, and using his close proximity to her advantage, hooked her tail blade harmlessly on the loop of Nocte’s necklace that lay resting around his neck.
She urged him forth and once they were at the base of the tree, the branches content to just simply hang like a normal tree, she began to cautious paw at the earth. She didn’t so much as dig with her claws, but rather swiped softly at the hard ground, as if dusting of a fine specimen of bone fossil. The ground beneath them pulsed suddenly with a strong wave of magic and shifted. A crack formed in the ground and a root presented itself, rising slowly from the ground. Several more roots shifted to rise to the surface. And wrapped tightly in the roots were the most beautiful, perfect gems either had seen. They were smaller than the collar around Kats neck, but they thrummed with pure, untouched magic. "If you ask deeper, you will get larger ones. I’ve yet to get close to the size of my collar, but I’m in no hurry to get a gem of such power. Nor do I need it. But you," she glanced at his purifying gem, noting the color was slightly darker now. "Should you get your crystals from here, you shouldn’t have to exchange them so often. And if the tree likes you, I suspect he’d be willing to purify your corrupted gems should you find a particular one you like."
She glanced at the winking gems around them, the silver starlight of pure magic a bright glow that clung to her smooth skin. She closed her eyes, breathed in the air and let the feeling of magic seep deep into her bones. This was home to her now; it was the closest she’d ever been to the old times of the Ancients ever since their fall. She took one last look around and decided that she needed to move on fast before Nocte was smart enough to begin questioning her behavior again. "I can fly just fine, you know. My host is quite adept in wind control. And she had gained this annoying little attachment to me so she wouldn’t let me fall," she grumbled, but faked a yawn anyway. "But flying is bothersome when your travel is so much more convient. Let’s go, my dark knight," she turned, the roots pulling the gems back into the ground around them. She brushed an ice laden wing against the length of Nocte’s body unintentionally, too numb and tired to really feel it. Amount: 826 Notes: one for the night, computer about to die and I don’t know where my charger is Muse: Good! Outfit/Dragon form: CLICK Tune: “She is Love (Acoustic)” by Parachute Tags: Nocte/DYZZ/font]
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