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| Zinc | Oct 27 2012, 07:11 PM Post #1 |
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The Owl Waife
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The morning was cool, and the autumn trees blazed with the early rays of sunlight that brought illumination to the grounds, but little warmth overall. The Parade Grounds were nearly silent at this hour, aside from the few sets of Dire bondeds and dragon riders that had decided it would be for the best to get an early start on their duties for the day. A Duskstrider was being saddled, the courier pouches tied tightly upon his back as his handler checked the buckles. An Air was preening her wings, making sure that the feathers were all correctly aligned as her rider did her early morning stretches, twisting her muscles to help them warm up against the chill that a lingering fog had brought. She was dressed warmly for what would no doubt be a flight with her bonded. All of this was observed by the man of the desert, his dark eyes blank but keen as they took it all in. His staff, notched and worn, but shining with it’s usual polish, was gripped in his hands which were held level with his mouth, masking most of his face and expression from all who looked on. He stood half in the shadows and half in a ray of sun-light that seemed to be simply absorbed by his ebon skin. His clothing was warm enough to suit him for the time being. A simple tunic with long sleeves, though the material was thin. His pants were long and loose, and his boots were well worn, looking as if they had seen many years of use. The desert man was just a bit uncomfortable with the weather of this northern climate, but he knew that given enough time, it simply wouldn’t matter. Speaking of time… He glanced towards the threshold behind him, where the doors remained open for whatever dragon or rider would emerge. He had left his own back in the hallways to languidly pace his way out, and he had been waiting for several long minutes now. As if on cue to Kamau’s searching gaze, the white Earth emerged, his jaws parted in a luxurious yawn, revealing his long pink tongue and white fangs. “Really now, love,” he grunted a sigh at Kamau, black eyes rolling towards the sky before they squinted at the golden dawn. “Must we come out here so very early?” His hind legs buckled slightly as his tail swished, looking as if he was threatening to sit down and give up all attempts at moving. Putting a stop to that before it started, Kamau swung his staff up and strode forwards to stand before his dragon, who perked up at attention, knowing that they were about to begin early morning regimes. “Yes. You know this.” The desert man spoke tersely, his accent somewhat rough as it stumbled over the common tongue of those of Lihn. Humus’ nearly non-existent brow ridges furrowed down, creating wrinkles in his seemingly smooth scales. “If you say so.” He sighed, speaking in the desert tongue that his bonded had taught him, rather than the common language he seemed to struggle so terribly with. Kamau flashed him a rare smile of thanks, and scaled Humus’ proffered paw and front limb, ascending to the high peak of his shoulder. One casual and very short jog, and Humus’ long-legged lope had taken them beyond the Parade Grounds and out into the fields beyond the Academy’s lands. This was where they generally partook of early morning training rituals, and they were not the only ones who tended to use the outer borders of the Academy lands for this purpose. Signs of power use shown all over this impromptu sparring area in the way of scorch marks, unnatural ponds littered the location, and the earth had been shredded into hills and mountains of rough terrain that was partially overgrown by patches of vines and briars here and there. No one was there aside from a small flock of birds that quickly took flight at the appearance of the large white dragon and his rider. A mental touch from his rider, and Humus stopped, turning his head ever so slightly as the ground shuddered beneath his long claws. Fissuring cracks appeared before with a sudden burst and shower of soil, a tall pillar of stone erupted beside his foot, rising up to the height of his shoulder. Kamau slipped from the high arch of Humus’ back and leapt onto the pillar, his staff aiding him somewhat in balance. Glancing back at Humus, he twirled the staff slightly over his fingers and then gave a nod. Cold though he was in the early morning, he was eager to begin. Several platforms separated from the ground and rose upward unsupported by naught but Humus’ own abilities. Kamau quickly leapt to the one nearest him as the pillar he’d been standing upon crumbled to nothing. He repeated this as the platform beneath his feet also began to give way, and they crossed the field in this manner; Humus raising platforms and destroying them as Kamau dexterously crossed them. It was good agility training for the man, and good power practice for Humus, who, as they doubled back across the field, began to raise small earthen projectiles to hurl at the man to hinder him even more. It was their most basic early morning ritual, and one of Kamau’s favorites due to the fact that though it was so simple, it was incredibly helpful to the both of them. Even if the war was over, the desert man wasn’t about to let his already laid-back dragon fall into a lazy life-style. Things were tense, and even though Nidhogg was gone, there were rumors that the Legion had a new leader. With new leaders came new ideals and concepts, and he highly doubted that the Legion was all for peace. Once they rebuilt their ranks, one could only guess where they would take it from there. |
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| Inkdragon | Mar 8 2013, 12:09 PM Post #2 |
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It had been months since they had taken flight back in this direction, without stopping or changing course. They kept going, kept heading toward the home that was the Academy. Amene had lived in Iyalruek, and the area around it, quite consistently as of late, and had missed out on so many things. Raphael still made sure to point out he had missed a Flight--again--in favor of keeping to their work. While Amene was cautious about promises that would undoubtedly get stomped on in favor for their career, she was more solid on the promise that, come the next Sekkain Flights, they would certainly be there for it. Healed of his infertility, Raphael seemed quite...eager. Amene herself was interested at the thought of Raphael fathering an egg. Their thoughts mingled on this as they flew, and the glass dipped playfully, giving her only that fraction of a warning before doing a graceful tuck-and-tumble in the air. His rider clung to him without mishap, and she chuckled as they were leveled once more. The air was still cold, but there was a promise of spring in the air, thankfully. While Amene didn't personally mind any season, she did grow tired of the lengthy winter. Especially flying through it, as her goggles felt frozen around her eyes, and her hands beneath her gloves were frozen. Hell, her 'winter gear' did snot against the wind at this speed. As she didn't want to arrive at the Academy as nothing but a frozen popsicle, both agreed with unspoken accord to take a brief break at the outskirts of Lihn. The dragon dipped down lower, speed decreasing as his long, slender wings took to stroking to air with more care. Raphael spotted it first, the white hide of a dragon on the ground, moving among mutilated caresses of earth. As they came to a gentle landing at the side of the field, Amene smiled. In the years after the war, she was glad to see there was a greater force of riders and dragons who all but refused to just lie low and wait for the next big ordeal. Like herself and Amene, keeping dedicated, busy. However, she had nothing bad against those who truly needed the rest and downtime. But there were a few that rubbed her nerves the wrong way, lounging in this 'peace'. There was always something to be doing. Even when not under the influence that has once gripped there, there were still tainted dragons who took to stirring up chaos just for the hell of it. There were things to be rebuilt, lives to be put back on track. Not wishing to disturb the training of the other pair, Amene managed to slide down off Raphael's lowered form in stiffened form of grace without hailing them. Oh, if they looked this way or even would like to interact, she'd be more than pleased to do so. At the moment, she let her goggles drop around the base of her neck and once again braided her hair, as much of it had come undone in the flight. As she worked at her fingers to restore feeling, Raphael watched Humus and Kamau work, the golden plates along his head and neck raising gently from their flattened flight position. |
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| Zinc | Mar 18 2013, 01:24 PM Post #3 |
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Humus had found himself oddly engrossed in today’s training. It was the same as usual, aside from the switch up that instead of hurling projectiles at Kamau on the ground, he had to hoist him in the air as he did so. Not all off his attacks were taken from the earth around them, as often he would spit globs of solid, silty mud from his mouth at his rider, who would agilely dodge, either leaping away to the relative safety of a crumbling platform, or vaulting upwards by means of his staff. Still, it felt to Humus that his rider was getting more exercise than he was. All that he was doing was working his magical muscles, not his physical ones. The white dragon gave a languid yawn as he twitched his tail. Not that he minded, really. He’d probably come to dread their morning training if all that Kamau had him do was run in circles or heft mountains on his shoulders. A shudder caused his frilled shoulders to twitch for a moment. No, he much preferred working with magic. Dark eyes flickered to Kamau who was taking a moment to stand on the platform, leaning on his staff. The man was starting to shimmer slightly in the sunlight, meaning that at the very least, his exercising had caused him to break out in a sweat. That was good. It meant that Humus was doing his job properly. But why was Kamau staring at him so pointedly? The dragon paused a moment to ponder this, then gave a sudden start when he realized that while he’d let his attention wander, his projectiles had ceased chasing his rider around, and the ‘game’ had come to a pause. “Apologies, love!” he rumbled, rolling his shoulders, making it look as if he’d needed a momentary respite himself. He saw Kamau twirl his staff in his hands for a moment before launching off into another maneuver as the whole machine of madness rolled into movement again. It looked like training would continue, that is until Humus got distracted again. A flash of pink in the corner of his eyes caused him to turn his head and look curiously in the direction of the Glass and his rider. Grinning amiably, the Earth called out a booming “G’morning!” Unfortunately, this distraction carried over to Kamau, who found his head turning to see just what in the world Humus was calling out to, and saw the Glass and rider as well. What he didn’t see however, was the projectile that Humus had flung at him. This hit him squarely in the chest, and being comprised of loose dirt, it exploded upon impact, though it was still a hefty enough force to launch him backwards off his platform. “Humus!” his surprised voice broke through the Earth’s ears. He jerked his head to the side and with a flexing of his magical will, a platform shot up from the earth below, catching his rider who ended up landing none too gracefully on his back. The force of the impact knocking all the breath he had in his lungs back out into the atmosphere. In the time it took him to gather himself from being stunned by the sudden drop and stop, Humus had galloped over faster than Kamau had ever seen him willingly move. “Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!” he chanted. “Mine! Beloved!” one large white muzzle appeared over Kamau, blocking out the sun better than any eclipse. “Are you alright? Say something!” he fretted. “I’m so sorry!” his continued hurried words drowned out any hopes that Kamau had of soothing him, so instead the man simply heaved himself to his feet, and raised a placating hand, in hopes he’d stop soon. The dragon eventually ground to a halt. “I am fine.” He managed not to wheeze, surprisingly. Eyes flicked from the white dragon to their newly acquired company. Perhaps not his finest moment in the eyes of others, but he had little care for the thoughts of others. Returning his gaze to his wide-eyed dragon, he tipped his head. “Shall we take a brief break?” he would prefer that there were no more accidents, and felt that was best remedied by Humus having his chance to gab with others as he tended to like doing. |
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