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| Seize The Day; Flight of the Glass Dragon | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 26 2010, 06:41 PM (359 Views) | |
| Senaru | Dec 26 2010, 06:41 PM Post #1 |
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The grass was soft and cool beneath the massive glass dragon's talons, the air was crisp against her glittering scales. Above her, the sky was clear, and the sun was soon to rise. Yes, the elements of nature were all here, like always. Celiostiahle craned her long, graceful neck up and around to peer into the fading twilight, the fading stars twinkling away into the day. She knew they were always there, day or night, and felt comforted by their presence. How often had she turned to the stars to guide her path? Navigational ability and reading star positions came in very handy when you were lost and your rider refused to ask for directions. Thinking of her rider made the enormous glass dragon smile..He'd stayed up all night painting something he claimed would unite the people in some way, but he was a dreamer. She'd peeked at it not too long ago and found him completely passed out on his desk, pens in hand. That was actually why she was outside so early, not wanting to disturb his rest, she had left him to his face-desking sleep, and instead decided to watch the prelude of sunrise. How strange, she felt light and airy, and for the first time, she wasn't suppressing her natural instincts. She and her partner had returned sometime in the night only a few days ago, so this was actually her first time feeling the strange sensations and wants, desires even that threaded into her mind. Because the pair had flown in in the dead of night, and thus far few had even seen them, she wondered if anyone remembered her from years ago when she first set out on these expeditions of hers and Car's... Something stirred in her mind, a sudden bright and pure instinct that was now very awake. The inspiration to open her wings and call out, to gather about her all those who might show her that they were the best. With a smirk, she bunched up her wings and crouched, letting the tension build until she could launch herself easily into the sky, wings flaring and flapping with grace, without disturbing the wind and air about her too much. As she rose into the sky, she could see the rays of the morning sun joining her, the light shining off of her highly reflective, over-prismatic scales, making her seem to glow like a radiating beacon high in the sky. To those who were awake, especially any dragons, they might pause and take in the wonders of the glass dragon in flight. She flew high and far, her great heart racing in her chest as she flew, excitement burning through every nerve inside her. How she had longed to fly! For so long she had been too busy to deal with this breeding business, no time to settle and lay eggs or choose a mate for that matter. No, today she would rise, and today she would see what her suitors were made of. She spiraled and dove, twisted and rose, folded one wing just so, her flight almost teasing to any male already catching her scent and following her. She let out a roar, long and proud, full of joy and determination. She'd never felt so alive! Yes, the sun was rising higher now, meeting her at the zenith she felt. She grinned and called out to no one in particular in the long, carrying voice of a dragon in heat- “Seize the day!” Already her pheromones were about her, a delicate scent that mattered only to males. Celiostiahle had not fully grasped the notion that her kind was nearly extinct for all tense and purpose, and she didn't know that others of her kind, those lucky to have survived the Sickness, were no longer fertile. This was knowledge that the others knew all too well, but she, who rose into flight now, was most definitely not infertile. She represented the hope of recovery, she inspired the hopeless. With glossy, glass-like wings spread wide and supportive, a bell-like, echoing voice called out, ringing like the voices of the great and small bells in a cathedral as she wove and danced along in the colors of the dawn, the radiance of her rainbow-prism scales dazzling and sparkling, “Come, all who would have me, rise with me. Impress upon me your skills, show me your beauty!” With those last words, she flew higher once again, the wind whistling about her, warmth flooding her in the wake of the morning. |
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| Carni | Dec 27 2010, 04:26 AM Post #2 |
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Salus was still deeply asleep when the first call rang, his mind struggling to draw himself from slumber, his thoughts fogged and unclear. He stumbled from his nest of leaves and straw out onto the small ledge his chambers held, blinking at the stars and the moonlit sky. "Lithia?", he mumbled sleepily, yawning and trying to clear his eyes from sleepsand. For a split second he had thought that his mate had called. A voice not heard for so long, it made his heart ache. With a sigh, he turned back around, only to pause and listen more closely. There was a female calling. Not Lithia, that was for certain, but another. He paused, trying to identify the voice, then suddenly his head yerked up, nostrils flaring as he sucked in the cool air. A Glass dragoness! How many years had it been since he heard one in heat? How long? It had been since Lithia had grown infertile. For a long, long moment he paused, hoping that Lithia too would call, that the sickness had not rendered her infertile permanently... But he had investigated her himself... He knew she would not come back to soar through the sky with him herself. This Glass was only one lonely survivor. One, where once had been many. The youngest of the breeds, possibly struck the hardest. He stood silent on his ledge for a long moment, gazing back into the dim room behind him. Do you despise me for going after more than one female, my friend?, he wondered Do you, Lithia? He looked down onto his toes, not for the first time doubting his own 'noble' decisions. But it wouldn't be long until the first Tainted suitors arrived. And she was maybe the last of her own breed. Maybe the last chance for them to survive. He couldn't let the Taint infest her bloodline. Or maybe even render her infertile just like the rest. He couldn't let them have her. And if it meant catching her to save her, so he would. "Forgive me, Lithia...", he mumbled to himself, not for the first time, especially after winning... or rather loosing because that was how it felt... Iridae's flight. He spread his wings, testing the air carefully. ...but you are not here tonight. Neither will you on any other night. Forgive me, if sometimes, this will be more than duty..., he tensed and jumped off the ledge, catching his fall swiftly with one, strong stroke of his wings, sending him spiraling higher and higher after the female who called her males. It wasn't long until he caught a glimpse of her, the glossy sheen of her body unmistakable. Only a Glass could look such as this beauty. Surprisingly enough, he even remembered reading her name, hearing that she was to join his wing once she returned. "Celiostiahle...", he murmured, watching her beat her wings, rising higher. And he could smell her too, warm and yet with an odd hint of something else. He couldn't place it at first until he remembered what it was. She smelled just a little of the warm sand his rider and he had seen in the South when they wet to visit his riders homeland. She smelled of... Glass. Such a rare Gem to be found among the stars, such a lovely... he blinkend when he came closer, only now realising how huge she was. Her translucent sheen and the receding darkness had fooled him into believing she was much smaller. Suddenly, he felt awkward, aware of his small size. Even Lithia was smaller, being especially small for an Ice. And he too had usually chosen to go after the smaller breeds. Forest, Rosemary, Lighning... None of them had been this... huge... He blinked and steadied himself, pumping his wings harder to go up after her. If all that was needed to save her and her breed was to catch her, so he would, he vowed to himself. Even if she were the size of a mighty Celestial. It mattered not. He would not let his size hinder him in any possible way. |
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| SemperMemor | Dec 27 2010, 10:06 AM Post #3 |
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Harmon stared, dumbfounded, at the edge of the forest. His hulking Sapphire form was still covered in droplets of cooling steam, a reminder of his previous Flight's activities; tired, he had opted to walk back to rest the muscles of his shoulders. However, when he came to breach the end of the jungle's luscious green breadth, the graceful behemoth that towered over the land with her glimmering pale blues and golds, he found himself awestruck. She was so big! His heart fluttered in excitement. He had to talk to this female, whoever she was. His ears followed her clinking, resonating movements intently. Large, swirling amber eyes widened. He wiggled beneath his skin like a little hatchling presented with a new friend. But her echoing call! Harmon cooed after her, enraptured by the tones she issued forth to her suitors. He felt the words flow straight through him, as if he felt the sole object of her hail. Oh, they could make such beautiful music together if only she gave him the chance! Now was the time to try that, to show her what he was capable of. The Sonic took a hesitant step forward on large paws onto the damp grass of the fields. He saw Salus, a moment later, his rainbow darting across the sky toward the Glass dragoness as she took off into the sky. Harmon took it as a sign and dashed forward from his protective encasement of greenery. The fatigue that stuck to his bones became drowned by the resulting influx of testosterone. With a loud, booming cry, Harmon barreled his way back into the endless sky. His speckled indigo wings beat down with fervent need, fueling his ascension toward the airborne female. She was so much more massive up close and he nearly tumbled sideways with glee when he came to realize this. The glossy sheen of her enormous expanse of wings reflecting the last droplets of moonshine in the early hours, the light dancing in his orange eyes. Like high quality oil, her rainbow pigments flashed dreamily when she graced movement upon their sight. She was no Celestial, but she was just as, or even more beautiful, in her own right. The Sonic hovered for a moment, back-winging to admire her, and dove down toward Salus to greet him properly. He offered a gently rumble at the smaller Rosemary Harmon gave a short sub-sonic bleat toward her shimmering form. The sound pinged back quickly, ringing like a dolphin's underwater cry. Harmon grinned toothily at the echo and inhaled deeply to try something different. Flying toward her swan-like neck, he exhaled the same tune in a lengthier form, slowly and with purpose. A long, flowing note held at a high octave resonated back like a singing wine glass. Pleased, he kept up the rhythm in the beginning of a new song. His eyes flicked back and forth between the gentle scooping of her wings and her eyes, waiting to see if she would answer his returning call. |
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| Kialish | Dec 27 2010, 10:26 AM Post #4 |
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Denkou wondered how long he should tempt fate, how long it would take for him to fly to his death all due to the scent of female pheromones. They were just so.. alluring. If he had just left when he intended to rather than fly after the little rosemary, he would have none of these problems! Closer and closer he flew into Sekkian territory and soon he would get attacked, whether he won or lost a flight. Already, he bore new scars from an earlier scramble, but he managed to hide away in the jungle to avoid further damage. The Small forest had potent venom and now he had pock marks dotting his rump. He didn't not bother with them too much, but they stung and he hoped they wouldn't get too festered. After that incident, he had attempted to fly home in the dark of night, but this new female.. how... alluring she was. It was just before dawn, and he changed direction so fast his head felt light. He flew in agile arcs, wondering if he would be able to get a solid grip on his hormones. They won out over him, but when he arrived, he was glad he came. The most beautiful female was before him, a large glass with coloring like milky blue waters, her very extremities almost clear. The light of stars and predawn light made her a wonderful spectacle, a prize like no other. She would be wonderful to win, and Denkou found himself lost in her beauty. He crooned deeply, his spines flexing down as if to excuse his tainted form. He suddenly felt ugly in her presence, saddened that he was such a horrible mess before the glass goddess. He hesitated before continuing, hoping she did not disapprove of his horrendous, almost rotting form. His eyes glanced at the other males, and h felt even more daunted. The vibrant rainbow rosemary who had won the purple rosemary earlier, how beautiful he looked even now. The sonic, who he also saw before at the airs flight, looked like the night sky and seemed to compliment her light milky blue body. How out of place he felt now... Cautiously, he flew near, not enough to be a threat, but enough to bask in her beautiful form before diving backwards below her. He flew below her, trying to up his courage. He had a shot right? Like any other male. Maybe his skills would impress her more than his form. He wished he could shrink his bones away, bring back his yellow and blue form that once made females swoon... He would make lightning dance before her glass form, tickle her scaled hide without harming her. The most beautiful shards of blue light would shower her lovely body... But alas, those gifts were gone. He was built for destruction and chaos, to kill, not to impress a beauty so fine as she. He crooned a little piteously, flying up to her again. "Beauty who has no comparison," he spoke, afraid of dejection. "I have no beautiful body to offer you, or wonderful talents like sound or healing, but I have speed and strength, and I hope to impress you this early morning." He dove away slightly, feeling so overwhelmed by her. How could he compete with these males, he wondered... |
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| CloakAndDagger | Dec 28 2010, 10:55 PM Post #5 |
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Brushed with dew, the little bee lay gently curled on himself with delicate talons folded like Celtic knotwork beneath his slumbering body. His thick, soft mane rolled with a new breeze as his membrane wings flitted for a moment with the feeling. He had fallen asleep in a flower bush. Dainty petals curved around him like familiar friends and drowsily looked down upon the little forest with stamens aflutter. They seemed to talk with one another for a moment, tickling eachother with their stems and leaves, as if debating whether or not to wake him from his sweet sleep. The little forest looked as if completely content, but, in the back of his mind, he dreamed of Miel and Miel’s siblings and the fluffyTarquin bird. He liked all them the best. In the midst of dreaming lazily, Vaezin found the bush around him quivering with something strange. He opened his large, bright eyes to bring himself to the world again and, through the messages in the wood, he heard of the rising. So, he stirred, raising his strange head and golden maned neck to catch the scents and sounds upon the new morning air. His feeler spines wobbled as they found tell of the great beauty and her courters as they rose with her. He wondered to himself as the flowers rose and fell with the coattails of the breeze. For a while, he did not move from his spot, feeling the comfort and warmth of his hidden area, but, he could not help but be excited. The little forest could not see her, but he could hear her crystal bell call. It was a chime, a deeply resonating sound despite its glossy, light pardons on the breath about him. Underneath the tones and tenors and the warmth, however, he felt that there was something sad, something mournful almost, though he could not quite bring it to light within his ever wandering mind. He listed, but then he smiled and hoped and wondered. Vaezin quietly slipped from his hiding spot and gently brought his little armored body into the open of the breaking dawn. His eyes glowed, giving off shining, but untroubled shades of gold and blue, like perfect little nightlights to ward off the monsters or cold of the dark. With these shining orbs he set his sights on the stars and took off, slipping into the night with a hushed hum. At first he did not see the gathering, but, as the night began to recede further he found himself in awe of the splendor that glided before him. She was luminous and grand and full of light! He hovered, just pausing long enough for her to sweep by, darkened twilight slipping off her form like silk. Skills and beauty she called for, but he was not sure of these things. Did he have them? Would he be able to play her game? He didn’t know, but he was sated in just being around, just flying, just rolling in the breeze with the winter dawn. The little beedragon was oblivious. He was not caught up in the pheromones, the scents, nor the lusty pleasures of such a captivating female, but he was caught by her presence. He didn’t care about chasing. He didn’t care to win or lose. They were just words that relied on other things to bring them meaning and they was hard for him to understand. He just wanted to play. His light heart tinkled with delight in the thought of it. Should she choose to let him hum his waxen wings along with the others, that would be his reward. He just wanted to sail with her and bring her a smile. Not able to wait a second longer, he happily trailed behind the last suitor for a beat. Then, with a rush, he winded past them long enough to bring himself near to the lovely glass. “Hello!” His monotone greeting trailed off with a smile as he wiggled his spined tail behind him. Then he turned to the others and greeted them with the same happy sound. A Game! A Game! He laughed to himself. |
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| Senaru | Jan 3 2011, 05:19 PM Post #6 |
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Like a natural prism, the glass dragon Celiostiahle glittered in the breaking dawn. So far, she could see four suitors, though one now she could not see. Perhaps he had second thoughts, that tiny rainbow. Alas, she would not think less of him. Hovering, the Glass tilted around to look at each male in turn, one the little Vaezin, another a musical creature, a sonic who did seem a little tired as it was. She crooned, enjoying all of their presences. It was true that she saw beauty in all of them, even the tainted beast who approached her. The creature shocked her with its daring, but also humility. He knew he was not...currently glorious. Her bright white eyes peered over each contender, the little forest, who was to say the strangest forest she'd ever seen, the tainted bone, and of course Harmon who even now heaved from previous flights. Perhaps her radiant inspiration gifts had pulled him? She chortled a bit at this, her eyes attracted to the gleaming blue hide of the Sonic. “You have a musical heart, so talented with song and soul. So inspiring, to sing to be understood! Composing on the spot!” She would not mention how tired he looked, how his wings trembled. No, that would be cruel and critical. Bah, critics! They hurt artists. Wing long wings spread she carefully flew about them, hovering when Harmon greeted her with such a strange inner voice. He was mute but full of song! Always grand. The musical notes and sounds ran through her in such a way as she'd not experienced before, and new things were most welcomed. Perhaps he would show her more of his unique singing skills later. Swift as a swift, she took to the skies, but not horribly far for now. She would test them in ways that they likely hadn't been before, at least in Flight. Twisting her long body around, she perked her ears at Denkou's words. Turning on herself in an elegant coil to about-face and look over the Bone dragon... she greeted him with a smile. “Little one, there is beauty in all things, even you. I can see it in you now, what you used to be and what you are now. Part of you, somewhere inside, is still beautiful if only you look for it. I know you can find it in the darkness that has come.” The gentle buzzing of wings caught her attention again, and crooning to Denkou, she folded her wings and went to meet Vaezin as he approached. So small, he was, but she could see him well. He was the bee-like dragon people had spoken of! How intriguing. “Hello little one.” He was adorable, childlike in mind and spirit. Children were often more artistic than people gave them credit for, so perhaps he was cleverer than he seemed too. “Such an inspiring little fellow, I bet you have a big heart too.” Dipping for a moment and flying back up and around, the great dragon thought deeply. What should she ask of them first? Ah, free reign, that was always good. No limits to their skills would be best. She had chosen this place because it was out of the way. Any spectacular feats they could accomplish had plenty of room. A lake over there, a forest behind her. Clouds and sky above and the earth below. Oh, of course, the fire in their hearts. “I know you all have your honed skills. Think of a way to show them to me that is elegant and unique! Be creative!” Impressing her seemed to be the task, with a twist of course. Her words rang out, hinting wordlessly that it might not be as easy as it seemed. There was a hidden twist she was looking for, something special that would prove to her which male would bring her the best possible offspring. Things most females looked for, though she sought something more. No child of hers could be without at least some artistic soul...somewhere. |
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| SemperMemor | Jan 3 2011, 05:50 PM Post #7 |
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Harmon’s body washed over with a wave of exhaustion. Though the encouraging words in the great female’s voice did wonders to his heart, they could do nothing for his physicality in this state. His wings cried out for rest; the Flight he had just withdrawn from had been scant an hour ago. Perhaps this wasn’t the best of ideas. The Sonic cooed tiredly, fluttering for a moment as Celi flew by him again. He glanced around at the other males. Oh! There was little Vaezin, too, to keep her happy. No one would be hurt here this morning. Harmon gave a last, booming cry toward the shimmering lady and veered off back toward the open door in his quiet Wing. Amidst the canopy far below the Flying males, baleful red irises glared into the sky, twinkling like little rubies. The fleeting forms of the dragons made his glass bladder pulse with anger. A low growl escaped his lips, making the stiff tendrils trailing from the end of this lengthy muzzle sway. He hadn’t expected to see others here, not even a Flight. The shadow of a behemoth passed overhead, drowning the light he was using to work with. The head of the dead snake between his claws spurted with blood when he gripped it too tightly. The massive Glass swore angrily, flinging the useless orb he had been trying to collect the precious venom in. His talons dug into the soft loam with frustration. He spat the pooling molten silicon dioxide at a tree, the bark catching on fire for a moment before it sputtered and died from the humidity. The shadow passed again overhead. Her scent wafted into his nostrils as the air she swept up fondled the green branches surrounding his lithe form; sweet and feminine, but with a harsher after note akin to that of his own breed. It was familiar, yet it was, at the same time, not. This time, Gloire made peek his head above the treetops to see the female. Her voice reminded him of his sister; if only she were smaller would he have perhaps made another synonymous reference…but wait…did he ever have one in the first place? Gloire shook his head to dispatch the thought “Oh?” came the grating voice, as harsh as crushed glass being dragged across solid concrete. Baby blue, as light as the morning sky with hints of golden luminescence, she was. Strangely enough, she was even larger than he. Funny, he never thought that his own kind could grow so…large, but she was as elegant as any female he had ever seen. Gloire took another whiff of her pheromone-rich odor, sighing slightly. How…comforting. A faint tugging in the back of his mind told him that he…had known her at some point. Perhaps a distant relative? He didn’t think that she was his mother. No. But what was this? A Rosemary, a Sonic, a tainted Bone, and a what the hell is that? Gloire squinted at Vaezin. Is that a even a dragon? he sneered inwardly; some offshoot of Forest, no doubt. It hardly mattered what he was. The males had naught the linage of their fine, proud breed. Such foolery. A Glass, his own kindred, was far out of their league. Gloire muttered beneath his breath. He might as well Chase, even if he did not Win. The least he could do was show her better options, better Choices for her offspring than these…lesser beings, even as the Sonic and Rosemary fell away, leaving the Forest and the Bone left. Tainted or not, she….Well, his kind deserved better than such low-lives as mates. He leaned back on his haunches, the full breadth of his form finally beginning poking out of canopy like a rising monolith. The warming rays of the sun’s brilliance caught his scales, reflecting his molten red and gold form for a moment like a flickering light. Roaring loud enough to beat the band, Gloire pushed off on his hind legs and extended his wings high over his head at the ready. Pumping them down gently, the Glass hovered above the lush green for a moment. The sails rose and fell once more, careening him higher into the sky. He roared again, louder this time, and took off with as much speed as he could toward the Flying female. His lengthy, broad wings carried him well enough, though maneuvering past the falling Sonic proved to be a little awkward. He wasn’t built for tight corners, but he hardly tried to show that he cared. “Do I know you?” he purred, his rough voice mixing with the echoing wing beats that held him aloft. The pleasantries felt traitorous in his mouth, like vile chemicals. He hoped that she would look past the shattered pattern on his chest to recognize the finery that he promised their potential offspring. Though the harness that was strapped over his belly, the cracked crystal was still visible beneath the straps. He flared his wings wide before her, catching the warmth once more. With a careful hand, Gloire reached within the netting to pull out one of the last orbs he had brought with him. A precise jab with a sharp talon punctured the shell with ease. A small gust rusted reddish-brown powder billowed out when he removed his talon. Gurgling to bring forth a wad of molten ooze, the tainted beast brought the broken orb to his muzzle and injected the heated glass with care. He eyed the hovering female, latching the orb in the constructed notch at the end of his tail, and listed, flinging the ball up into the sky as one would do a pebble with a slingshot. “My name is Gloire.” Above him, the ball exploded into a brilliant display of molten iron. He smirked, flashing gold-tinted fangs that dripped with the remnants of his elemental drool. His wings beat backwards to try to steady his lengthy form beneath her sights. “Creativity it is what you wish to see, you say? Well, I dare say that I hope you like fireworks, Madame.” |
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| Kialish | Jan 5 2011, 05:53 PM Post #8 |
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Denkou's eyes followed the glass dragoness, totally smitten by her great beauty. He took note to the disappearance of the small rosemary, a little glad the sparkly creature wouldn't be there, then began to fret as the Sonic vanished as well, too weary to fly. He took little notice to little Vaezin, easily the smallest dragon here. He seemed to have little interest in actually flying for her. He sighed softly as she dove around the other males, jealously awaiting for her to come to him. Afraid she would not allow his presence, he hesitated in flight, considering departing like the other males did. But he didn't. He puffed his chest up a little as she flew close to him, her pheromones like the sweetest drug. He crooned to her, his throat thrumming as she spoke. Her voice was like nothing he'd ever heard, so enrapturing, so beautiful, like her form. She said he was beautiful, in his own way. He felt his chest lighten as she spoke, and his grey lips tugged up into a smile. He wove around her as she went to the bee dragon. He thought to himself while she went off, wondering, how he could access this inner beauty. Inside he was a tainted, rotted to the core and rotting on the outside. Someday he would be hard as stone with no life visible on his core, nothing but a shell that once held flesh. He would have power, great power, but no beauty. Now, he looked ragged and grotesque, not something that could be beautiful.. He dropped his head and stared at his claws. Hooked, dirty. He snarled and raised his head, huffing. His eyes darted to the a new arrival, and he almost dove out of the flight right there. A glass male, huge, tainted and violently red and gold in shade. Denkou felt a piece of his courage break, seeing a creature almost equal in beauty to the female he was chasing. How could he compete now? When the glass send off a bomb of fireworks and showers of fire, he began to spiral down... He eyed the glittering light of fireworks with envy, before looking at the female... She was very beautiful, was she not worth the extra effort? He halted mid flight and spun around, gathering all his speed. As the sparks began to fade, Denkou rushed through them, careful not to breath in what ever it was. After he was out of the mess, he roared to greet her challenge to impress her. He would use his element and show her what he could do. Although he couldn't pull off the pretty flower trick he'd done with the air dragoness, he had other tricks up his sleeves. Flying around her and the glass male, he shifted his bones. He glided on momentum alone as the bones changed and melded to his will. The spikes along his back and neck shrunk into his spinal column, leaving small, squared bumps. His broken horn slowly grew out, shining like white gold. His spines began to grow back, shimmering with the same, new gloss. He was pulling bones from inside and trading them off with the worn bone on the visible. She did tell him to reach inside himself. His normal horn was coated in a light layer of new bone and his hooked claws shortened and brightened. Small spikes protruded on his snout, glistening white to offset the old color of the exposed snout. He held his head high and roared with wings splayed as he finished, shooting up into the sky. He rose as high as he could bear, before diving back, spinning. As he spun, small pieces of bone were released, making a pale white shower. He pulled up to level out with the male glass, snorting proudly in his shining form. He would have to switch the bones back at the end of the flight, but it made for a nice impression at least. |
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| CloakAndDagger | Jan 6 2011, 09:48 PM Post #9 |
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The little bee wound around, his six wax paper wings bearing themselves lightly against the air with each lifting stroke. Together, they hummed in a strange, insect chorus as he trailed, the last of the line to follow the great, breathtaking dragoness while she was touched and painted by the dawn. Rosy fingers spread to gently caress the twilight sky into the warmth of the early morning sun and, when even so much as a single color strayed to roll over the female’s body, it broke into a thousand colors that could do no more than glint away and touch those that followed. Vaezin found himself somehow full of so much more light than he ever knew possible, and he could not be sure if it was merely the dawn or the brilliant presence of Celiostahle. He turned for a moment to watch as the light and it’s hues and varieties spilled over him. He wondered for a moment what it would be like to taste that or breathe it. Ahhh… it would taste like sugar, or those little treats made of icing and cake that Miel never let him have. He didn’t even know what a sugar high was! The slipping, ever disappearing and forming glass dragoness seemed to wait, curling around to greet and see to those that pooled in after her, those that were pulled by her call. She first met the tainted. Though the bone had long lost his sekkian character and perhaps his heart, she did not seem to begrudge him, nor push him away. The little bee watched as she accepted him with all the warmth and glow of a friend, willing to look past his flaws. With a breath, beedragon saw why the colors and the light were as captivated with her as the others were, she was bright inside as well as out. Perhaps she would not see him as such a strange little figure, then. That would make this game all the more worthwhile. The vibrant, melodious sonic was the next to have her audience. She lauded him and praised him for his gift with tune and note. How keen he was with his element! Vaezin knew that well. Harmon was never dull to be around though he never once spoke a word. Sometimes words were unnecessary. They never made full sense to him anyway, the little dragon thought. Flitting forward on his little wings, the armor clad forest was merely contented to have that bright light fall on him for a moment. He felt that warmth just from basking in her glow. He rolled with care, maneuvering like a floating leaf upon a breeze to just enjoy his time as the caboose of the train, but he soon found himself upon the attention of the very creature he followed. And she said Hello back! He chirped as his chest filled with song. Inspiring she called him and a big heart she said he had! He wasn’t quite fully aware or understood how she meant it, but it sounded shining and splendid as she said it. He beamed, bright eyes gleaming. Then she was away again, but she had to be the leader, that’s how these things worked, he imagined. There always had to be someone in front for all eyes to be on. And with wonder on his mind, she spoke once more to give direction to their wanderings. She encouraged them, pushed them to show what they could to her. The forest swerved around to catch a breeze as it passed and allowed his head to fill with thought, but, as he dwelled on the objective, a bellowing, hounding, brash roar took a knife to the air and another great creature joined the fray. And then something exploded. With a whoosh, the little bee tried to avoid the falling debris as he could and wiggled his feeler spines to see what this explosive creature was. It was another glass! But he smelled like sulfur and metal shavings and the little forest had to shake his nose to try to free it from the acrid smell of the explosion. As he regained himself, he realized that Harmon had slipped away. It saddened him as it seemed to the little bee that the tired sonic had done that just before, but perhaps he had not recovered. Riding once again upon the waves of thought, Vaezin’s eyes flicked to see that the bone once again drew himself to use his element, showing his keen skill with a flick of white, snowy calcium flakes. Playing for a moment in the shower, he then realized that he had not yet settled on how to be creative. How does one be creative? Shaking his golden fur with a roll, he set himself to the first thing on his mind, as those were usually the best anyhow. Laughing, he stopped his wing beats and let himself fall gently into the treeline below. The little creature, six claws tripping over themselves in excitement, helped him shoot back into the air a moment later. He twisted upward like a screw, using his lift off momentum to propel him back toward the gathering. In his mouth was a single, brown, lifeless branch. A bit of bark flicked away as he traveled upward and it was clear it had rested far from a tree for a little while now, but he did not seem concerned with this strange little token. He merely smiled happily and careened away from the lovely female for a second so that he could trace around her in a circle. Holding the splintered branch in a talon now, he seemed to speak to it as he flew. Whispers and hopes and wishes drew themselves over his joyous tongue to fall around the little brown bit ensnared. Then, as he came about in full turn, when nothing at all seemed to be happening, the bit of soggy wood grew, breaking free of its dead bark to wind along in the air, seemingly reaching for the very sun that had given it warmth before. The little wooden stick did not grow very long, for it did not have much life left in it, but it had just enough to bud and send off a single, red flower to be born away on the air. There was no more it could give. Hopefully it would be creative enough. |
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| Senaru | Jan 16 2011, 10:57 PM Post #10 |
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Floating along the air as if she weighed nothing, the massive dragon let her wings set out to glide. The morning light was growing, and with it, her need. She had waited so long, and been away from other dragons, that by now she was absolutely driven by need. Her eyes gleamed as she looked over her suitors. There were only two, at least until the sky and sun was nearly shadowed by the presence of another giant like herself. Where he'd come from, she hadn't the slightest. Somewhere in her mind, she saw a...faint...resemblance. But no, she did not know this shining dragon by the name of Gloire. Truth be told, the last time she'd seen and accepted her brothers fate, was long ago when she'd spotted him, only slightly bigger and completely tainted, his colors not yet gilded as the beast before her. And to him, she was nothing like she was back then either. Like a tragedy in motion, the likeness went over her head. Hovering now, she watched how they handled her challenge. He had come in shining with glory, making fireworks, somehow, with his gifts. She'd never seen this sort of thing before and was dazzled. The bone dragon in turn, was equally clever, and she had to hand it to him, he had thought of an ingenious way to attempt to impress her. Her scales wavered as he did this, reflecting so well that she almost seemed mirror like, and Denkou could see himself there. In the shifting colors of her surface scales, he might have caught a glimpse of himself as he used to be, the echoes of times past, though the colors were illusionatory and soon gone. Turning and dipping low to meet Vaezin as he returned from some errand in the forest, she watched in awe as the little bee brought forth a simple stick, and from it created a flower. While it was simple, it did also prove that he was quite skilled in his own element, and had the creationists blood in his veins like she did. Such a clever one, this bee. To him, his reflection was just as he was, but shimmered the colors of the forests below. Twisting around, the massive dragon lofted herself up again and fanned her windowed wings, deep in thought. Her mind felt warm and coherent thoughts were all over the place. She had to make a decision, and now. Closing her eyes, she left her mind wander, and artistically, she dropped a bit in the air and flew with her eyes closed, turning this way and that about them. Somehow, she could not bring herself to consciously choose one over the other, and let her mind and heart guide her. It was a mad rush of wings and dainty turns and twists, using the touch and feel of the air around her to avoid the dragons. This wingbeat felt joyous and determined, That one felt daring and longing. This one felt strong and proud. All in one movement, she shot upwards and hung there in the air, long neck arched and turned, her 'blind' gaze locked on one dragon. When her eyes opened as she brought her wings to hover, the first dragon she saw before her was her winner. The one who would sire her offspring. She had chosen blindly, if only to prevent favoritism between factions. Bright white eyes glowed in the rising sunlight just as the sun broke the sky, illuminating her in breathtaking display of light and color. “Your beauty shines bright this day, Gloire. Come, rise with me, let our spirits of creation mingle and grow, so that there might be more beauty in this slowly darkening world...” [Desision was made via randomizer, which I did at the beginning of writing this post yesterday. The randomizers timestamp, likewise, is yesterdays date when I began writing! link is here if you are curious~ http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/Sen...izerresults.jpg ] |
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| SemperMemor | Jan 16 2011, 11:52 PM Post #11 |
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Beating mightily, the great Glass felt his chest swell to bursting at the incoming threat. The Bone, popping and shifting his body like some sort of child's plaything reeked of masculinity, of testosterone that wasn't his. Clever, turning his bones inside-out to appeal to the hovering maiden, bold, too, but the recognition of wit in the back of his mind became clouded and muddled by the coursing hormones within his pulsing blood. A rush of rage coursed through his veins like liquid fire, burning him from the inside out. The Glass' vision ran red at the approaching male; he opened his mouth wide, flashing coated teeth menacingly. The little Forest buzzing around like a bee seemed inconsequential in comparison; he'd bat it like a bug beneath his toes if need be. A challenging roar erupted from his gaping mouth, the center of which glowed white-hot with the forthcoming attack. His neck arched, a gurgling sound emanating from his throat, and after a moment to aim, shot forward, spitting forth a shining white glue. It came no where close to touching that of the Bone, no, for he was too quick, to agile in the air. Instead, it merely trailed in the whipping winds of the wing-swept air until it cooled in the pattern of a spider's billowing silk strand, striking the light with glimmering red and gold-tinted flecks upon the female's oil-patterned scales. His raging eyes traveled to hers as she spun upward toward him, calling his name in that weaving artisan voice. As she cleared the altitude of the males to take to the heavens, the light struck across his body like paint, illuminating the shattered pattern upon his chest like a glimmering beacon. Bellowing his victory, the Glass beat heavily downward to gain height with the ascending maiden. The taint had riddled his mind along with the powerfully wrenching stretches made to his body, contorting his mentality along with the unnatural growth spurt. He knew not of his former being; the nothingness, the plague of the soul, had devoured what had been left of his memories after he had been lost to his birthplace. Only the faintest morality still clung like flies to the remnants of a deceased meal long since eroded to nothing but bone. He often questioned himself out of the blue, seemingly random times that might have appalled his former self but had no real significance to his current and future. However, now was not one of those rare, precious moments of self-doubt. He snaked his neck around hers as they climbed, the length of tail that followed him clacking lightly against her's far below the cusp of their thunderous wings. For now, though, the tips remained apart as ever as the coating of glass he had applied prevented their union, unable to touch, unable to reconnect the lost lives of their former selves. Did it matter? Perhaps it did, perhaps not. Time would tell for her, if she made the connection in hindsight, but for him, no. The blackness that dominated his mind prevented the vestigial memories from resurfacing at will. He would never know, for the naivety of the act he was about to commit would hardly resurface later as a sin to his demonic latter self. With a gravelly purr to the female, the tainted behemoth climbed higher, lost in purity of her white eyes that had once faced him within the egg they had shared. |
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