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| The perfect jewel; Telluria's flight (Full!) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 18 2014, 10:31 PM (1,287 Views) | |
| Gothic Thylacine | Jan 18 2014, 10:31 PM Post #1 |
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So sayeth the Spider
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Glittering snow, one of the loveliest things in nature. Telluria liked to imagine it was comparable to her own scales. She knew her breed was known for their beauty, but Telluria was frightened that her beauty was either below the standard, or that others would be drawn to that over her brains. It was her first true kink in her confidence. And it had been building ever since graduation. Perhaps that was the reason Telluria had dropped her socializing much to Meira’s dismay. Not that she was unfriendly! She just realized she preferred to be alone or just with Meira, and of course to do her studies. School never ended for the Crystal dragon it seemed. Oh how the times had changed! For once Meira and Telluria were in agreement on taking a breather before looking for a wing. These new cold winter months were not exactly unwelcome but Telluria was now dealing with Meira being less likely to exit her comfy warm new home. But hell, today that was fine, Meira was wrapped up enjoying her coco and Telluria was out enjoying the brisk weather! Each day she flew a bit further away from the Academy to explore and learn. Of course she was always careful, but today, she had an urge to be daring. She followed the wind today. There was a fire within her and the chill in the air both thrilled and soothed her. Oh the beauty of winter! Where could she go to see more of it? Her body told her before her eyes even took it in. The snowy mountains in the distance! Her wings carried her far easier today, Telluria considered herself a lesser flyer. Even if it was simply her adjusting to the proper use of her long wings. But today it seemed not to be a problem. As she glided on she felt more and more exhilarated. Warm inside, brisk outside. Of course the Crystal was no fool. She knew what was going on, but having never felt it before, she was not quite sure how to react or even to fully embrace it. What was she supposed to do? All she could think of was to listen to her body. And so she swooped and dove and flew in patterns she never had before with greater gusto. She felt amazing! She felt skilled and clever and, yes, beautiful. With a smooth swoop down before she shot back up trailing stirred up glittering snow in her wake, Telluria flew high towards the sun. Her mind suddenly raced with positive thoughts. There were so many beautiful things in the world crafted by nature! She and her element were a prime example! It made her feel confident and unstoppable. Soon the sun would set and the Aurora would appear in the sky above. The sheer thought sent every part of her aflutter! With that she began to spin as she flew up. Only stopping herself and spreading her wings to hover and let the beams of sunlight now spilling over the clouds and hilltops to hit her in just the right way. She was a lady of science and she knew in the right light her scales would reflect light and rainbows all about to turn her own body into a bright and shining beacon to any potential mates. She roared out in joy and desire. Surely virile males would see her brilliant display and come to her calls? She all but sang out hoping her voice would carry over the mountain tops. “Hear me worthy suitors! I am Crystal Telluria and I am upon my virgin flight! Who shall partake in my challenge and begin a legacy with me?” She twirled in the air and again spread her wings to shine off even more light. ~~~~~~~ ((YAY! Telluria’s maiden voyage! Muahaha! Ok I do have a plan, BUT FIRST how ‘bout some suitors eh? When she has a few I will post their task, and it shall be fun/simple! Let’s see some men-folk!)) |
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| Zinc | Jan 19 2014, 07:03 PM Post #2 |
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The Owl Waife
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It was often a fair flight from Hellman’s well to the western shores of Sekkai’s reach, near the spines of Loth Angresan. Between there and the far shore, one often had to traverse through the razor edges finely crafted by the Frozen Wastelands, unless of course you wanted to try to skirt the mountains that created the battlefield of broken ice. But they themselves were another obstacle all together, jagged peaks and unforgiving rock were carved by the manic hand of dicey air currents that tore through the mountain tops at a screaming ferocity that was often filled with the howling of the wind as it moved violently through ever nook and cranny it could find, tearing warmth from any living being it could find. And that was on the sunny days, never mind the days when the weather was foul. Of course, there were fair patches to be found if one was careful enough, and of course, there were those who, through the watching of other’s trials and error as well as generational teachings from mentors and older dragons had learned how best to traverse these high peaks. For the Bone, it was the former, and it had been an amusing display to say the least, the first few times he had trailed his way through the peaks on foot, monitoring those above him. He flew now on the winds above the high mountains, mindful of the shifts of the breezes that could easily become ripping gales to shred at his already ragged membranes. Four wings gave him a leg up in the game of combatting uncooperative air currents, but he didn’t feel like testing those theories today, especially when he had other business to attend to at later dates that required he wasn’t missing a limb or two. In such a treacherous time of power shifts and struggles, a dragon of the Tainted legion needed to be in top form or he would be quickly cut down. The Bone had little intent of allowing that to happen to him any time soon. He nearly broke that pattern of though however, when a high clarion roar met his ragged ears and distracted him for a heartbeat, his blood red eyes snapping to a form rising in the glittering distance. Her iridescent form was silhouetted by the white of the snow in the lowlands below, and were it not for the glint of the late afternoon sun upon her form, he might have missed her entirely. Osteoclast stalled in the dead air, his four wings working in smooth tandem as he assessed what he was seeing and what he was hearing, carried and echoed by the mountain’s around him. “Hear me worthy suitors! I am Crystal Telluria and I am upon my virgin flight! Who shall partake in my challenge and begin a legacy with me?” His bloody eyes narrowed and his ebon teeth glinted as he smiled horribly. Oh the little fool, didn’t this poor youthful Crystal know better than to announce such things as her lack of experience so close to the Tainted territories? He had little doubt she’d probably draw a fair number of the curious Legionnaires who could be as easily driven to lustful vigor as the White Knights she most likely sought. He highly doubted any of the Taint would be gentle with her either. He almost barked a laugh at the thought, contemplating for a moment, the pros and cons of altering his path to perhaps demonstrate to her the error of her ways and why she ought to never issue a challenge that called for males farther than the sanctity of her precious Academy’s walls. But even then…accidents had happened in the past. His eyes darkened a shade to crimson at the remembrance of his own origins, and he let loose a low growl before he felt the burning begin in his loins, quickly helping him to decide just what his course of action would be. When he had chased Augari, he’d had little interest in actually mating with Toxic, feeling more of a need to prove himself worthy in her eyes as a tool, something she would not want to be rid of, rather than as a mate. But here, with this Sekkain Crystal who was, if he thought about it, pretty enough, he felt little such need to prove his prowess to such an extent. But perhaps he would come away from this just as satisfied. His dark grin grew wider, and he angled his wings, riding a fast, sharp wind down the side of the mountain and out to the wide snowy foot-hills of the mountains that edged the Wastelands. He didn’t know if she was merely a skilled flier or had simply gotten lucky with her chosen spot to remain as she awaited her suitors, but she had found a calm patch in the torrential weather predicament that was these Wastes. He circled like a dark portent of death, his scales with their chalky, silhouette of his anatomy not helping the visage any as he beheld the prize of the winner for this Flight. “Oh my, my, my, a little flower so far into the cold awaiting it’s petals to be plucked,” he sing-songed down to the Crystal below. So far he was the only suitor to arrive. He angled with a tip of his wings to circle around nearer, his red eyes unwavering. “You must be careful with announcing such things,” he finally came to a stop hovering not far from her, “You never know what sort of monsters you might summon.” He looked casually to the mountains, as if dismissing the fact that he was one such, and acknowledging that there were far worse creatures than he. Then again, looks could be deceiving, and the heart of a monster didn’t always lurk in the chest of a titan. “Or if they might want to play your games too.” He finished, turning that dark-fanged grin to her in full. |
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| CloakAndDagger | Jan 20 2014, 06:28 PM Post #3 |
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THE DUNGEON MASTER
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There was a ticka tack pattern behind him. He noticed this as he came around to investigate his rider’s footsteps, which were long ovals in the deep snow. These, however, were only somewhat larger than those. They were thin toed and sharp looking and, the more he investigated where they went, the more they seemed to be absolutely everywhere. They multiplied in strange patterns and, marking themselves suddenly where there were none before, they seemed to appear from the sneaky machinations of some quick funny-footed animal. It wasn’t until, wanting to catch it in the act, the little bee looked under his belly as he walked, that he recognized they were his. Of course. It had been so long since he’d seen snow. Days, surely at least! So these were his! These funny things. It’s no wonder they were so prolific, for he had six little feet to make them with. Chirping excitedly, he pranced in twirling circles to see just how many patterns he could make. “Funny feet patterns, Miel!” He warbled like a puppy given a new toy, but, no answer came from the silent woodland around the clearing. The little forest came to a halt. His projecting feeler-spines flicked to test the air. No Miel. Miel was not here. Miel had gone… Gone do deliver! Meil had gone to deliver. Meil would be back. He swooped his maned head around and, humming, told the footprints to please stay where they were. Meil must see the funny feet go ticka tack. Some time later, the little bee was nestled in the snow on the forest floor and Meil had still not come around. The footprints, perhaps a little soggy, were still there and obviously just as silly as they had been. He puffed his mane out. Where was Miel? Maybe he had said something. The small dragon had likely not been listening. Playing in snow was too tantalizing, even if it was cold on his chitin armor. “Meil. Funny Feet.” He buzzed with no one to hear. There was, however, another sound that rose up above the snow dappled treetops as he squished more firmly into the snowdrift. A roar swept through the mountains with jubilant passion. There was a beautiful, enticing warmth there that made him squiggle and wiggle as he heard it. Instantly, he was on his feet with his head to the air. He perked his senses. Someone was calling. Someone much better than snow and the little bee grew excited as he stood to his toes. But where was Miel? “Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh!” He hopped and ran from one side of the clearing to the other, then back again. “Oh!” Galloping in circles, he turned his fresh prints into loops of funny feet placed one after the other. “Come Back, Miel!” He couldn’t just leave his partner. Miel would get cold out here alone! But what could he do! He had to go! Oh! A Note! The bee would leave a note in the snow. He rubbed his wings on one another, to play a happy violin song. Then, he looked for a nice place to write a note, but what he found were only footprints. “Oh No! Oh no Miel.” He scrounged and sniffed and searched for any spot big enough, but the best thing he found was a little uneven patch no bigger than than his head, which was not big enough. It was, though, what he had, so he drew a flower in it and hoped Miel would understand. Miel wouldn’t. “Oh noooo. Oh Noooo.” “Oh no what?” The bee looked back and puffed into a plush pillow. “Oh Miel! Miel Miel Miel.” The bee ran over and bumped his head against the startled man. “Song Miel Song.” Miel, having just delivered a very time sensitive package, was nearly pushed backwards by the sudden poof of mane and armor that pressed against his head and chest. “I wasn’t singing.” But then it dawned on him what that roar had been and, thus, why bee was so excited. “...Oh.” “And Funny Feet, Miel.” “Yes, I see your funny feet, Vaezin. You have very nice funny feet everywhere.” Miel looked around and tiredly. “...everywhere.” He looked back to his friend, who was wiggling his tail so strongly that his whole backside was going along with it. “Ok. Ok ok.” He messed with the satin mane. “Go play your games. I’ll meet you back at the shack.” Vaezin beamed. Miel lightly patted him on the head. At least it was their side this time and not some dubious wyrm from the dark recesses of depravity. Not like the little bee cared anything about that. Maybe he didn’t know. “Back at the shack!” The forest repeated and shot in the air like a swinging catapult. His wings cast yellow glass light on the snow as he hummed and buzzed and gleefully swept himself away to chase the warm sound of a potential friend. Miel, on the ground and getting colder by the moment, looked over to see the indent where his partner had been resting and waiting for him. The snowless patch was just big enough for a tiny dragon and, uncovered to the elements, the middle was a sprawling growth of little blue flowers. Elsewhere, and hurrying like a hummingbird, the little bee zipped through the battering elements. He was no graceful air, or even something lanky enough to knife through the winds. What he was, however, was a puff of playful willpower and bumbled on by sheer persistence. After he’d come out of a gusting cloud of frost, the little forest buzzed into the free air of the world around the songstress. Her scales seemed to shine like faceted ice, but, her face seemed so much warmer than anything on this mountain. “Hear me worthy suitors!” Her voice seemed to rise in call. “I am Crystal Telluria and I am upon my virgin flight! Who shall partake in my challenge and begin a legacy with me?” The bee was not sure of either virgin or legacy, but he knew of flights and he’d taken challenges more often than he’d probably should. Most were for cookies. Most were for cookies as bribery by Miel’s little brother who didn’t want to do his chores. Bee liked cookies, but, most of all he liked the little brother. And cookies. In the event of cookies or no cookies, however, the strangely armored forest came around to pair his shadow on the vast white blanket of snow below. He was tiny in comparison to either the other suitor or the lady herself, but his strangeness made up for his lack of length. The creature was sharp faced in chitin armor and maned in golden flax that waded down to his back and grew lush. His body was ranked in similar spades of hard, scale-like rifts that carried to his six pointed legs. At his end, there was a thick tail beholding stingers longer than his head and more testing than his claws. But, for all the legionnaire protection, his blue ringed eyes were lit brightly, and his tongue hummed and buzzed and sang. And his prickled tail wagged. He whisped in the umbra of the lingering bone as the other suitor wound around the shape of the crystal lady. “Flowers? Games, yes, I like games. Hello.” Of all the monsters Telluria could have summoned, this one was neither monstrous in stature, nor demeanor. He was a breath of pollen. Vaezin, the little bee, zipped around to look first at Osteoclast, then at Telluria. “Hello.” His bright monotone went. “Can I play? Hello.” |
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| Silverfeather | Jan 20 2014, 07:46 PM Post #4 |
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Samurai Pizza Feather
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Rare was it that the blue-hued Crystal was found away from the Academy, away from his rider. But too much time around his rider, he was getting frustrated, annoyed. To others, he was stifling, always around, always badgering the blind man. He could sometimes hear the whispers, and occasionally, the Scholar would say something. But while Serluinn would get irate, annoyed. The man was a stream of unending patience. He was never upset, or annoyed with his hovering. Calmly he always told the Crystal what he thought, and then ignored him. Sometimes it infuriated the crystal. Perhaps he was looking for a fight, and perhaps he wanted the scholar to snap and yell at him. ANything for a change of pace. Eventually, he was getting cramped. Leaving the blind man in the care of others rather begrudgingly, he took wing and headed out, seeking somewhere to clear his head. A change of scenery. The jungle Faded away to the mountains as he traveled. He didn't care how long he was gone. Perhaps he'd find a fight out here? But, no. Alas, Not even in the dangers of the mountains did he find someone, anyone. Anything. He was alone. A Lone Dragon traveling around. It wasn't uncommon, he supposed, and he wouldn't be that dumb to take on another. He wouldn't be as daft to leave his rider broken, defenseless. He didn't even want to know how Phrixus would take it if he was gone. They had many years together, it would probably be a shock to the elder. He snorted. The trek to the snowy plains took awhile, but soon the crystal touched down in the snow, landing softly as he could. He rustled his wings and began to walk. Snow was the crystals favorite and it was...soothing. SO cold, emotionless. It didn't care, it blanketed everything, yet....melded with the landscape than disrupting it. He walked for awhile, resting his wings. His paw prints soon being the only sign that there had been anything alive wandering through the snowy drifts. While it seemed quiet and lifeless, it wasn't. Here and there the animals that managed to live and survive in the snow, scurried here and there. It was peaceful. It soothed the crystals mind, calmed him. When he decided to return to the Academy, he would be in a better state of mind at least. But for now, he basked in the quiet. In the solitude. Perhaps flights had also riled him up as well, He had never bothered to chase, never felt a need too, hadn't found one worthy to chase. Really. He sighed, and continued his silent trek. Wishing, partially that his rider was here. But Phrixus wouldn't have wanted a long journey this far. The cold would agitate his wounds, and Phrixus would start to wilt without much company. As much as they were close, Phrixus did like company of others...even if they weren't talking to him directly. He kicked up snow around him, randomly, a small rare smile crossing the normally sour Crystal's lips. He rolled, not caring. There was nobody around here to see him. To judge him. He could do as he pleased. For a moment, he laid in the snow, curled up in a large blue sparkling ball. He stood out, yes. Blue against the white; but he didn't care. He was almost half-asleep when something called out. It was fair, Young...female. He blinked, sapphire eyes lifting to the skies as his slightly sleep-addled brain registered that it was a call to a flight. And not just any call. That was..Telluria's voice if he remembered correctly. They had talked a few times here and there. He mused. Should he answer? He frowned. This far out, though a taint might have answered the call. His claws dug into the snow. Those damned creatures who still ran rampant. If he had had his way, he would wipe them all out. Reformed or not, they would always be taint to him. So many years of war couldn't change his mind. But then, Telluria would be with those taints..perhaps even choose one? He snorted, whatever she choose it wouldn't be his decision....but if he flew, he would have the chance to win her. Then, at least, she'd be safe. He huffed, and at least he could watch over any that did show, and if they didn't play nice to the lady's specifications, could help defend her. He shook his head, before uncurling from his makeshift snowy nest. Snow fell from his shoulders and behind his horns, and he shook himself. Silently, he launched himself into the air, Powerful wings pushing him up and up before he found her. His eyes darkened, hatred seething in him. as he swooped around the bunch hard, and fast. There was a bone. Anger broiled in him. He wanted to attack it, To kill it. He circled before finding a spot on the other side of the bone; still facing Telluria, but face to face for the bone. He choose to ignore him--but kept him within his sights. Now at least, he couldn't sneak up on the elder crystal. The other suitor was a forest. Ah, He had seen him around the academy a few times. He knew the forests name; but he was with the Academy. "Telluria." He purred, his gruffiness softned to more of a purr. "A bit unwise to hoist a flight so far from the Academy. Not something I would do. Scoundrels and scallywags run amuck." He flicked a glance to the bone. But Serluinn was always honest. "But, no matter, little to be done about it now." He snorted. "Lay your task out." So you can return to the Academy away from such dangerous lands...... He didn't finish the thought though. Merely hovered. |
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| Gothic Thylacine | Jan 21 2014, 09:33 PM Post #5 |
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So sayeth the Spider
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((OK this is the task! But I am still TOTALLY willing to let in another male or two if you like! Just say they arrived as she gave out her instructions! :D)) The Crystal dragon was just loving the chill of the air upon her inner warmth. A few moments passed in her bliss before she wondered if any males would come. Perhaps she would have better luck closer to home? No, no she had entered her radiance here, found beauty here, and here was where she would mate! Surely this had all happened for a reason! Well, only one way to find out! But just as she thought that, a pale form approached. Telluria was so swept up in her emotions that she only dully noted that her first suitor was a tainted bone. She blinked with slight glaze in her eyes as he spoke his piece. He WAS a handsome creature especially for his breed. Though his dark yet honey dripped words did send a chill through her, and not the good kind of chill she got from the winter air. She swooped around him to take him in. “Yes, well what can I say? I was drawn here. If a monster will impress me the most, then a monster I shall choose” She said with a slight hinting shine in her eye. “But do not make the mistake of seeing my youth as a weakness” She said softly though it was a warning. Her eyes saw another shape coming towards her, a smaller darker dragon who she soon saw was a Forest. She watched him with welcoming eyes but when he spoke she was struck with an odd charm of endearment. She had never met this one but he seemed so…innocent! She could not help but smile at him. His presence alone was warming in such an environment. “Yes of course you can play my friend. In fact I have a bit of a treasure hunt planned if you are interested!” She said happily already feeling excited for her idea but also worrying this may not be the best location to execute it. But her worry was put aside when she saw a flash of blue approaching. Could it be? No, why would he be all the way out here? But when her eyes finally took in the details of her mentor, the elder Crystal Serluinn, Telluria could not help but both relax but also wonder if she was in for a lecture. Serluinn was the one who had taught her most about her own breed. He had helped her become a better flyer than in her youth and always seemed to have the right wisdom for her at any given time. She was happy to see him here but as she suspected he was clearly not happy with the location of her flight. Telluria almost apologized but now was simply not the time, her body was demanding she test and choose swiftly. Her mind raced to focus as she landed carefully on the nearest ledge. “Greetings to you all, I am Crystal Telluria and yes, I have come into my time in this hospitable place. But that aside, now that it has begin, I have a test for you all” She cleared her throat carefully “As a Crystal dragon I have a fondness for gemstones and jewels. What I ask of you, my suitors, is to go and find such a gem that you feel represents me in both appearance and deeper meaning.” She knew these fellows may not have the knowledge of stones and elements or even metaphysical attributes she did, but she wanted to see for herself. “The one who brings me back the most meaningful gem and reasoning that touches my heart is the winner. Go forth and tell me what you see in me and in nature!” ~~~~ ((yeehaw! Ok so the goal is simple. Find a gemstone and bring it back to her BUT also list more meaningful/magick attributes of the stone as to why your male chose it. For example Rose Quartz often has attributes of love and friendship and emotional healing. Use any reference you prefer but here’s a couple sites for starter ideas! http://quintessentialbling.com/gemstone_metaphysics.html http://theenchantedladies.com/gemstone-attributes Also if you could link me a pic of said gem it would greatly help. Happy hunting guys!)) |
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| CloakAndDagger | Jan 22 2014, 07:43 PM Post #6 |
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THE DUNGEON MASTER
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“Of course you can play my friend. In fact I have a bit of a treasure hunt planned if you are interested!” Friends and treasure hunts? Oh yes. Oh yes Oh yes. “Yes I like that lets do that.” It was possible, although unlikely, that the treasure would be cookies. He was unsure, but would hold out hope. Maybe he would have to make cookies for her! He would do that, though, he wasn’t sure how. Then, suddenly he grew a little nervous over the idea of making cookies for someone else, because he would want to eat them all, which would not be friendly. Be Friendly. Treasurehunt. The snow came in a torrent out of his mane when a gust blew near enough to knock the strange little dragon back. He nearly hummed straight into the newest, shining suitor as they came around, but, instead of a collision, the little bee carried himself around and simply seemed to powder the air. However, interested, he did bumble to him an orbit around Serluinn. Likewise to the other, he recognized the crystal, but, could to remember ever having spoken to him. He made up for that with a brightly mumbled hallo. Hallo Hallo. There were three now. Three and the sun-shining lady of the game. Hovering like a large dust mote, forest Vaezin listened intently. His little feeler spines quivered like reeds in swaying water and his tail lolled behind him as the lady introduced herself as Crystal Telluria. She spoke smoothly after she settled to become a glittering shape over the snow. Then, she seemed to open the gates of the games with a self-actualized challenge for those who would hear. “As a Crystal dragon I have a fondness for gemstones and jewels. What I ask of you, my suitors, is to go and find such a gem that you feel represents me in both appearance and deeper meaning.” The little bee hummed warmly. Treasurehunt! “The one who brings me back the most meaningful gem and reasoning that touches my heart is the winner. Go forth and tell me what you see in me and in nature!” He squiggled in place for a moment after the test was issued. His little hands rolled over themselves in a strangely contemplative maneuver, but, after a moment, his eyes came back into focus and the light within them flushed brightly. Then, like a dart, he zipped away in an arc. This was a tough one! A tough treasure hunt for sure! A gem. A gem, he knew that right? A gem shone. It had fire inside it that glittered outwards to touch gently. He thought this to himself and nodded as he went, but, the problem was, he was thinking of polished gems, faceted jewels. He would not find either out here among the cold peaks. The sea could turn a bottle shard to soft glass pebbles, but, the mountain could only sharpen. What fell here broke and cut. The little bee, however, was determined to find such a thing that would please Telluria and, to do so, he needed help. In a whisp of gold and green, he plopped himself feet first into the deep snow and waddled over to a half buried tree that grew out of the side of the mountain. It was a scraggly thing, for sure, and looked as near death as a living thing could be without giving up the ghost. With the winter season, it’s arms were bare and brittle. Vaezin, wading in drifts up to his chest, came to it and wiggled his antennae-like spines. His feet could not make ticka tacka patterns here, but, his presence must have been announced well enough. A bird above tweeted to admonish him. “It’s a treasure hunt.” He sat down on the roots of the tree. “...But where is the treasure?” and he remained seated for a moment as he turned his ear to listen. He was listening for something. Anything. And something seemed to come to him. “Oh yes. Thats it.” And he stood up. And he nudged the tree as the bird protested. And he walked down the mountainside. In traveling downward, he left a good dragon-sized rut in his wake like the parting of a frozen sea. Somewhere, a good distance from where the game started, he found himself circling a particular area of snow. He came around and came around and he dug a trench as he walked. He plowed himself out and shoveled with his head. Then, when he had enough room, he faced the very center of things, and he listened again. A second later, in a sharp bound, he leapt straight up into the air and came down face first into the middle of the circle. And he sank like a stick. With only his back end free and kicking, he seemed to just wedge himself further into the snow bank. He wriggled and he scooped and he plowed. And he twisted around and around blindly as the cold snow went up his nose. Finally, with a great sneeze, the little bee produced the rest of himself out of the precarious predicament and scooped himself up to return. Behind him, the area of mountainside was littered with about half a dozen different bulls-eye circles, and, with that, nearly half a dozen failed attempts at X marks the spot, but the last time was the charm. It would have been his luck to be buried in an avalanche if he’d stayed any longer. Not that he would have minded. That was the easiest way to start a snow fort. Funny Feet Underground. The tiny forest returned like an infant yeti. He was covered, head to tail in snow, and his mane was so thick and full of the stuff that it looked more white than gold. Only his wings seemed to shrug it off as he came near and, when he buzzed close to present his treasure, he still seemed more like a borrowed snowbank than a bee. “Treasure Hunt. Hello.” He hummed delightedly as he hovered delicately before her. The white precipitation fell off him in heaps and clouds. “I have treasure I think. It seems like you. I like it. I like it. But, I don’t know what it means.” He opened his tiny claws to her and held up a prize in presentation that was no bigger than a human palm. “Miel says that, when I don’t know, to speak what meaning I like. As long as it’s true for me, he says. True is true.” In his hands was a rough chip of hard, light brown rock. It did not glitter or shine and seemed to have an unpolished dullness to it that spoke of a grandmother’s old candy. Taking it in one hand, he held it out for her, but the stone was caught in the daylight. A beam shone through like old glass. Below the great lady and her suitors, thre was cast a shadow brimming over with rosey aurum, and it reflected on the snow like a focused melt of summer. It was the color of honey - Amber. In the middle, however, a darkened shadow lingered. “It’s bright.” He sang. “It makes me feel warm.” He offered it lightly, so she could see with her own eyes. “It looks like the light on a day where you go out and sit and chase your friends and they pretend to eat you and you pretend to eat them and then you really have lunch and wait and stay out until the very last moment -- until the very last second of day to go back inside. The kind of day perfect for games. For Cookies.” At the last moment, he gave the side a little polish with his armored claw and brushed the dirt away. The shadow lingering inside was an old thing. It was an ornament, a flower from some long gone tree or bush or grass. There was no longer any color to it, just the shape of something that was, like a memory. The ancient flower was dark, aged, but opened wide and accepting. “It looks like something nice you’d say to someone, and mean it. And thats why it looks like you. ...And also, it’s pretty.” He beamed. (((OCC))) Fox Snow Dive! Maybe Amber like this, only much rougher and unpolished. Also this. |
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| Silverfeather | Jan 25 2014, 12:37 PM Post #7 |
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Serluinn didn’t expect her to really respond to him, much. This was a flight, something that she had planned out. She knew how he’d react, so with that they were at least even. He was secretly glad that no more came calling for her flight, and that there were only three, one taint. Serluinn...Serluinn could cope with that. As long as he didn’t try anything, or bother the elder crystal, he himself would keep his distance. Serluinn wanted to snort at the task she laid out. A task of sentimentality. Wonderful. Well, at least he wouldn’t have to fight or show a test of strength or something. But to the crotchety old dragon, he would have rather something more challenging than finding a crystal. Well, no. Perhaps to the other two dragons, it would be a challenge to find a crystal. Crystals, however were Serluinns area of expertise...at least in making them. He wouldn’t have too terribly far to find the right materials to make what he wanted. The only problem now, lay in what to make. He huffed, and while the others flew off to complete their task, Serluinn just started to lazily circle Telluria. Musing. Pondering. She was a sight to behold. While Serluinn was on an odd spectrum of colors for a crystal, his main coloration being Blue; she was ever the lovely specimen--the near perfect white that shimmered like rainbows, with the chaos markings. But it wasn’t just looks that drew the elder crystal. She was smart. Intelligent. Biting his lip, thoughtful, he continued to circle her, thinking. Pondering. Sure, by now The female crystal would be confused as to why he didn’t fly off, why he just continued to circle her, when the rest had left. By now, he was doing it out of habit, like how his rider would pace in a circle when he was caught up in his own thoughts. He could also be thankful, that besides being able to make crystals, he knew the meaning behind some of them, of what people put behind the stones to make them meaningful. Phrixus delved into a lot of different areas of study; and naturally crystals suddenly became part of his studies. It probably helped that he was bonded to one. Knowing what his abilities and what he can do had be entirely beneficial to both of them. And now, Serluinn had at least one person to teach. His own kind. Finally, when it looked like he wasn’t even going to participate in the whole ordeal he shot off, in the opposite direction of both other suitors. An idea had sparked in his mind. It didn’t take him long to land below the young Crystal. With strong talons, he began to dig in the snow. Once he hit the ground, he started changing it to make it easier for him to scoop out the dirt, before he found a nicely sized piece of rock. Testing a similar rock, he smiled as it turned before his eyes. Yes. This will do very very nicely. With that done, He took off. His wings spread wide, he seemingly floated back up to the younger crystal. He circled her again, letting the forest finish with his presentation. It was only polite. When he was finished, did Serluinn take the place of Beedragon. He smiled and presented the rock to Telluria. “Watch.” He spoke, knowing that it wasn’t a crystal. Concentrating on the rock did he begin to use his ability. It was a rather large rock; and a young crystal may have tired out easy without being able to finish, but Serluinn was not youthful. He had many many years of experience under his belt, and he was putting it all to use. Before her eyes, did the stone start to change. At first, she couldn’t see it, but as he hovered there, concentrating the rough edges started to become smoother, the dark color changing into blues and light blues, with white striations. Finally, the stone was finished, perfect. If she touched it, it would be smooth, polished, as if it had been refined from a rough cut stone. “It is now Sodalite, and you can do this to any material out there. I would suggest starting off small, instead of trying on really large rocks. and with easier crystals.” He replied, adding something the other suitors could not--knowledge on her own abilities. “While, making rocks into crystals wouldn’t help you much in battle; it’s a good skill to know--because in the same way, changing the friction of the rock works in the same way. Play around with every rock and stone.” He shook his head. “But, now to the actual task and why I choose this particular crystal to create.” He smiled, a rare one. “While I am sure you recognize the crystal as Sodalite, do you know one of the meanings behind it?” A Rhetorical question, really. She might, she might not, but he was going to answer it anyways. “Intelligence, is the main one. It stimulates logic and clarity. Truth can also be found as one, but mainly Intelligence. There may be many many years between us, and while there is much more for you to learn, You are smart, intelligent. I have yet to see something you won’t take on to learn about. Your mind is bright, and sharp and while you have beauty, it is your mind that shines the most.” He gave her the stone, not really caring if she kept it, or not. “May you contain to shine and use that intelligence to help those around you.” With that, he circled off. There was nothing more for the elder crystal to say. He had spoken his piece. |
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A need for distance, clarity had sent the great fire sized Glass well away from the Academy that day. His throughs had remained somewhat brooding over the end of the war what felt like years ago, and this encounter with the elder Crystal dragon had not helped matters. For years he had fellow Wyrmlings had been groomed to fight… only to find nothing at the end of that. Oddly enough he realised that the newest generation of dragons, his own daughter and son included among them must be the truly free. Raised in peace they had no need to know of the war. Perhaps that would have left them with a strange lack of clarity themselves… it was not like he had been able to ask any of them. Dichroic found himself mussing on the words he had left of his daughter in her graduation letter, that a dragon rider bond could and would help most things… but sometimes there were longings that only dragons had, or not… he was tired of thinking and pushed himself onwards the gap between his webbed and non-webbed fingers finding some drag in the winter frost as it thickened over the wastelands; the physicality of maintaining his flight in the wings became a welcome distraction. Having a larger body was a blessing Dichroic rarely knew; powering through the ice and snow was far easier for a Glass of his size than one much smaller. Even so the winds and their frozen companions did not see a welcome need to press a meaning onto him and if the cold had grown too intense they the Glass could have merely stoked his internal furnace as a way to warn off the chill. Something called to him in the refracted light and cold. Called, summoned even and soon Dichroic found himself twisting between great spires of rock and snow; with one or the other pressed against his cerulean plating or seafoam wings. Danger caught and held inside him, the burning of muscles practically lighting a fire in the winds. Tiny flakes of snow melted before they could kiss irradiance glass. While glazed pecks could have been mirrors, their shimmering white dying various blues, purples and greens as Dichroic passed them. Along with the wind and snow the Glass dragon, being of creation could have well been making auroras, each one only lasting the few seconds it too for him to pass the frozen sculptures that had been laid out in the wastes. Beautiful hallowed ground in the right eyes. Twin tails twisted behind him, their peacock patterned eyes taking in much more of the visions the passing dragon left than his eyes would have been able too. Turning on the wind Dichroic flew upside down into the next glacial ravine and watched backwards as white exploded into colour; pastel glimmering drenched the ice within view and the dragon found himself reminded of his own element and the beauty he had sought in it. He was not the great creationist his mother had been, but Dichroic had found a skill, a calling even when it came to working with coloured glass. Sure enough the ice that had chosen to mimic him could have been made from sheer iridescence like his mother’s scales the younger dragon so more challenge and more joy in trying to recreate the colours as they were directly before him. It was a shame that he couldn’t take a fragment of this moment back with him. His molten glass would only melt the ice before he could capture it, and the intricate balance of the moment would be gone… never to be repeated. Quietly he dipped his head in thanks to the voiceless beauty, his mind suddenly clear in the light of such inspiration. Silence settled on Dichroic’s soul as he twisted free of the ice and reached for the sky again, translucent scales still scattering their multi-coloured light over the canvas that the wastes had become. He was in awe at the way the ice was so honest and free at the same time; in time he would find a way to make glass do the same. Not only was it visually beautiful, but he could almost hear a song echoing though the wilds. Even so it seemed wrong to add his voice or even the chiming of the protruding scales over his wing shoulder as he had done on many occasions before. Right now; every part of him was flying, weightless, free. Joy bubbled up inside of him, as if building to something else; feeling at the height of his own creativity in this place. Far below the ice trembled as if wanting to let out a secret. When it came the roar hit a thousand notes, each icy pinnacle it bounced off taking the sound and making it its own in every reflecting and repeating beauty. While Dichroic could not see the female who called at first his soul already lifted to the heights in search. Every fibre of his being felt chilled, and humbled in the presence of the sound; the glorious peaks a carillon which guided him forwards. Words lifted in song to great him as he due near, informing him of one glorious fact; her name as it became mountain song, Telluria. Awareness burned within Dichroic as he drew near, he was not alone… nor did he expect to be with such a summons. It was coupled with faint guilt as he realised that each of the others was already well settled in their placement around the Crystal empresses, awaiting her challenge. There was barely a moment to see the others before they were sent out into the snow on a treasure hunt. Nearly lost on the peaks was a Bone, at which Dichroic felt his warrior-self bristling; but last season had taught him to better control his distrust. Even so he snarled inwardly at the presence of a Taint. There was an unusual looking Forest too, but Dichroic did not get the same gut wrenching compulsion as he did at viewing the Bone and assumed, with some wariness that the Forest must be of Sekkian ilk. What did make him flash a second long snarl was the other Crystal. After their so called discussion in the library the younger dragon had never felt more humiliated. Figures that at least one of the males present would have reason to point out his tardiness and long to make a mockery of him; Serluinn wasn’t above such slander Dichroic was sure. Telluria’s task was different to those he had faced last season; one had confronted him with a maze and a potential riddle. The other had been a brawl which tested both strength and ingenuity, the latter of which he had one. Dichroic pondered the challenge to himself as he waded out into the snow along with the other suitors at the start. Although that seemed only for a moment as he heard at least one turn back in the other direction. His brows knitted together as he tried to consider the challenge from all angles. Not everything was what it seemed. Ingenuity… was certainly an answer here as it had been last year already he could feel himself warming to the idea, glass could make stones. What his rider told him flatly were faux crystals. Dichoric was not a Crystal dragon but his rider had her own passions and once or twice had mentioned so things to him. Fire welled in side of him, the heat pressing against translucent scales increasing the light on them and thus their reflected intensity. Jaws slowly parted and liquid glass, molten as lava dripped from his fangs and into waiting teal talons. Carefully he let parts of it cool and warmed others, even using the ice and snow to aid his task and slowly the structure came together. It looked crystalline enough and had milky and clear striations to it… Cat’s eye… No. He snorted and dropped it into the snow where it sunk rapidly leaving a miniature parody of the great ice wyrm holes in its wake. Silently scowling at it, Dirchroic knew there was something wrong about such a stone for Telluria and started to shape another. Richer this time, darker, he poured himself to the task, letting the temperature of his molten produce change as it left his jaws. Heating and cooling as he turned the new stone, crafting what radiance of light he could into it. Working in the height of these wastes helped too, the low oxygen adding to the creature process of something completely different. Finished it rolled into his palm, glittering reds, golds and coppers; a perfect Goldstone. Perfect as it was the dragon snorted at it as he had the other, something about it seemed incomplete; lack-lustre even despite the fact it seemed to contain actual glitter. Not right… he settled it on the snowbank which was quick to devour the second so called offering. There was more to this riddle; Dichroic found himself looking out across the wastes, trying to think. Niravana had told him something before about crystals, they felt alive, because they were; unlike falx crystals which were made from things like glass, they were beautiful enough but didn’t have the same pulse, or the same meaning. This meant he had to find something… and despite their earlier inspiration the wastes suddenly seemed barren. The logic that visited Dichroic was that rocks and stones of value were seen to be found near rivers, or lakes. None of which were to be sighted out here and were too long a flight away to win him any favours with the Crystal waiting at the ice citadel she had found for herself. So far his two failed answers had involved heat, rocks came from heated places too, which seemed a stark and desperate difference to the eternal winter that wrapped its way around the wastes. Dichroic lifted his head and closed his eyes, ice, earth and wind were not his elements, but sometimes things could be gleamed if one could listen. All the howling seemed to offer though was further silence, and perhaps laughter. Heat seemed right through and opening his wings again the dragon launched himself into the fridge air and started clambering against the cold, forcing himself until he could have sworn that frost was forming on his wings, wedging between his scales. Surely head had been turned around by now, battered by the winds; wings frozen almost, until all it felt like he could do was glide. Fragile Glass against fragile snow and yet… both prevailed; stirred from their molten cores. Molten; it was a strike of familiarity and perhaps genius and Dichroic bellowed in joy at the sudden revelation. Sound renewed the peaks as they echoed him a brief moment, taking on his coloured scales again as the Glass dipped back closer to the earth and redoubled his efforts, until his whole body was brimming with warmth. Dichroic followed his instincts, turning towards where the air felt most turbulent because of the temperature shifting though it. Hot and cold melded together in unnatural thermals that even his board wings struggled to grabble with. In moments they forced him down, back into the snow, wings half folded, head lowered against the winds as if his twisted horns would somehow protect him. Talons found nothing at which they could grasp in the drift but still the Glass climbed and slowly… the bank thinned, claws striking buried stone, a waving foothold for the trudging beast. Climbing upwards seemed to last forever until Dichroic was greeted with a blast of steam in the face, he had found his heat, a dormant volcano buried in the snow. What presented an issue right no was just what he planned to do with this discovery. Carefully, and precariously he situated himself on the rim of the sleeping terror and let his wings creep open over the steam before pushing off and letting the heat hold him. Passively hovering Dichroic spied a thick glass like deposit running along what would have been an anciently active vent and settled next to it for a closer look. Lava and ice were both destructive in their own ways, but together they had made beautiful things, like the whole of the wastes which had lifted his soul earlier and now he was staring, wide eyed at another of their creations, although it would have been made many years go. Well before he was born. It was glossy like glass and perhaps that was what had attached him to it so; a curious paw reaching out for the liquid like surface that was frozen in motion. Lightly it touched and felt the razor beneath… the ripples were no lover moving and had solidified into razored tongues to the unwary. Obsidian was as beautiful as it was deadly Dichroic had decided as his eyes followed the fossilized molten river he found a patch that spoke to him even more in its would be imperfection. Here the obsidian looked like it had been kissed by the same ice that enveloped the wastes around him; a quiet and fitting reminder of this flight too; it seemed more alive in this unpolished state, the black gleaming richly and the white looking like it could blow away, or melt at any second. Rising on his hind quarters Dichroic readied a blast of molten glass, and aimed it at a small fissure already formed in the river, chipping off a natural shard of the stone that was about the same size as a human hand. Picking it up lightly, as if it was more breakable than his craft Dichroic blew a protective double glass layer around the stone. So it could be free inside its casing, but touched without someone getting hurt, he only hoped it did not mar the beauty of the stone in the eyes of the Crystal he planned to bequeath it to. Lifting his precious cargo in his forepaws Dichroic leapt back into the howling winds, wings working flat out to find his way back to fleeting gathering of dragons in the snow. Through some miracle of time the Glass found himself settling back in front of Telluria; just as the older Crystal he had been trying to avoid finished his peace and parted personal space with the female. With great reverence Dichroic settled his gift in front of Telluria, head dipped in silent shame at being late, but figured it was not wise to bring light to something that might lose him favour, even if his blunt streak would have yelled it out given the chance. “I see… Truth. Strength and Protection bringing clarity of mind and self.” He spoke of the stone, of the black river he had retrieved it from; but tilted his head to regard the stone further as well as the Crystal who had challenged him so, he found his voice again. “Also Purity; a calmness that comes from the balance of all personal aspects, learned from both success … and failure.” that final word left Dichroic a little softer than the others had, while it was truly what he felt and saw in the stone he knew it was a faint pointing in his own direction, and perhaps his tardiness. A grateful dip of his head to Telluria followed and he stepped back out of her inner circle so any left might make their own presentations for the Crystal’s favour. [OoC stone of Choice is Snowflake Obsidian: http://www.charmsoflight.com/snowflake-obs...properties.html Which shares several properties with Obsidian: http://www.charmsoflight.com/obsidian-heal...properties.html] |
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| Zinc | Jan 26 2014, 03:12 PM Post #9 |
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Osteoclast took a bit of delight in some of the expressions of the males that arrived to play the Crystal female’s game. He wasn’t foolish enough to think that he would have the iridescent youngling all to himself, even out here in the mountains, though he found there were quite a few more of her white knights floating about than he would have liked. He frowned inwardly to himself as he realized the implications of just how far the Sekkains had come, reclaiming land that had once been uninhabitable if only due to the weather as well as to the ranks of his own kind that had lingered out here. Now, driven back, there were few aside from those who had taken shelter in the near inhospitable peaks of Loth Angresan’s spires. He could only cast these thoughts to the side for now however, as he idly circled the female, noticing that in tandem, as it arrived, a blue male, matching the breed of the female mirrored his motions with a rather displeased look. He grinned dark fangs at the male, enjoying the fact that his presence put the male off. Even if he didn’t win, the fact that he was still unsettling was an amusing enough one. Though the little pollen-maned Forest didn’t seem to mind him, the last latecoming suitor, a colorful Glass, seemed to share the sentiments of the Crystal, if only in the hardening of his expression though his face didn’t share nearly the same level of distaste as Serluinn’s had. Her words floated to him on the wind, a casual hint of flirtation flitting through just as quick as the quiet threat. The Bone’s grin widened, his ebon teeth flashing. Oh he liked this one. Bloody eyes lidded just slightly and he pressed a taloned paw to his chest as he tipped his head slightly to the side, his neck bending. “Of course not, lady.” There may have been mockery in the movement, if one truly wished to search for it, but the words were sincere. She had some fire, and the Bone could at least respect the determination and willfulness she demonstrated. Besides, to admit that her youth was folly would be to cut his own hand with a knife. He too, had seen very few winters, but he had been burnt by the unforgiving brand of Taint education. He felt that, uncoddled as the Sekkains were, he had been forced to grow up and acknowledge the world just a little bit faster. He wondered what share of shadows this pure white beauty had known of the world. Likely none, and in a some tiny sentimental part of his brain, he pitied her for the time when she likely would learn that not all was as bright and beautiful as she might have thought. When that rosy glass shattered, it would never be whole again. His had been fragmented from the start. If only out of sheer principle. His thoughts grew still and distant as she finally called the males to order and issued her challenge. Ah…well he rather should have expected that this female would pull a card of sentimentality to her challenge. He twitched his ragged ears back against his smooth skull, clacking his teeth together as he rose on a chill wind and circled. Properties of gemstones he knew little about aside from the bit of trading he had done once upon a time with Carter. One gemstone in particular stuck in his mind, if only because by the time that the man had brought it out in attempt to bargain for his life he had been shaking in a rather amusing fashion and had dropped the thing from his hands several times. The dragon circled idly, pondering to himself if he would find such a stone out here in the dark of the mountains and the cold wastelands before he sheared off and headed for the peaks and their dangerous air currents upon which his thin sails would ride. Cracks and crevices were plausible locations for what he sought, but he knew in truth that the more frequent locales of the crystalline structures grown dwelt naturally in caves and the dark places of the earth. He almost chuckled at the irony of the fact that such beauties as the ones that Telluria claimed to have sought were often impossible without a bit of darkness to coax them to growth at first. He wondered if that would sway her decision at all. He twisted on an air current and sidled back into canyon lands, his parchment and dusty white body blending and offsetting the stark white of snows and the black of rock on the mountain faces around him as his red eyes scoped for any signs of a cavern or crevice to which his expedition would begin. He went as slow as the screaming winds would allow without losing control and dashing himself to pieces on the stones before he finally found something that looked promising. Though his heritage sung of Air roots, he hardly had the abilities to manipulate the elements like his dam did. His double sets of wings were his only saving grace as he dove through the wind towards a rough outcropping, his eagle-like claws gripping sharp, jagged stone to pin himself to the mountainside as he tucked himself against the rock face and tucked his wings tight, bracing against the wind that now buffeted him rather than held him aloft. All the spines along his face, back, and tail bristled against the cold as his scales clattered before he let out a low hiss and navigated down a barely tangible path and into a crevice, minding the ice that littered the floor. His pupils widened, the blood red engulfed by black as he searched the yawning blackness of the cave. It was almost enough to make him wish that the waife of a girl he called a rider was with him, carrying flame to allow them both the proper light to see by. Small fissures in the roof allowed murky streams of light into the cavern, and that was barely enough. For a time, in his hunt, it felt more like a fools errand than anything else, hunting for a crystalline structure. A glimmer of ice, the shimmer of wet stone, all deterred him from the true goal of finding a crystal like the female wanted. He twitched an ear, chucking a stone that had proven another bit of foolish hope back to the floor with a clatter, letting out a low hiss. He hardly had the access to archives and study as some of the others did. He could only begin to guess where one might find crystals in this place. Then there was the other Crystal male who likely had very little effort to even expend with his abilities. A flare of irritation mingled with jealousy at the ability that would likely serve him well in this event flared up before Osteoclast squashed it, lashing his tail. He had work to do here, and he would find what he was looking for. And after a time, he did. Growing along the walls of the cave, he found them, small spires of dark, smoky stone that glittered dully in the half light. Though ice had betrayed him before, he could not deny the shape and the shine of these. A large rock in claw, he struck at the walls until a piece broke free, and took it up in claw. He traced back his routes out of the labyrinthine walls of the cave before he was out in daylight, and held up his prize to inspect with critical red eyes. Though not as dark as the stone had been in the dimness of the cave, it was undeniably dusky, even in the clear grey light of the winter. The spire of smoky quartz, jagged at the end which he had snapped it, still shone beautifully, mysterious in its own dark way. The Bone took a moment, recounting the properties as he remembered them being stuttered out by the man. ’Promoting pragmatic thought, it was a stone that was frequently used by those who sought meditative peace as a grounding stone’ then there were the other points, which the Bone smiled wryly at the thought of, if only because perhaps, they may have been another reason he would offer it to the female. ’It can reshape negative emotions, such as fear and anxiety, and turn them into something positive, and it could also dispel nightmares and manifest your dreams’. He wondered if perhaps that might incline her more towards choosing him if he accepted it. Though of course, that secondary bit of information he recalled could have just as easily worked against him. He was most certainly, even by his own early admissions, likely to be a nightmare in anyone’s eyes. But who knew…perhaps she’d see him as a dream come true, an answer to what she sought. Clutching the crystal tightly in his claws, the dark talons and white scales dwarfing the small spire, he crept carefully back to the outcropping. The air was more wicked here, from the stone as he sought to take off. It took more effort than he would have liked, and the Bone near embraced the cliff-side once when he overcorrected for a sharp sideways blow from a gale, but an extension of his powerful back legs and he launched himself back up into the frenzied knot of winds before he threw himself back in Telluria’s direction down the side of the mountain. The Bone angled high as he circled, regarding the arrival of the other suitors in their return. The last, it appeared, was he. A streak of darkness touched his heart for a moment before receding with a gusty sigh and an inward shrug. Perhaps his timeliness was not of a matter? He paused and glanced at the clawed fist that held the stone with some wariness, deciding it might be best to pass this off after all. Woe betide him if the merchant had been correct. He was quite full of negatives, and did not wish to polarize any time soon. Though he imagined it would take more than this small spire to do so. He angled down, hovering near Telluria, perhaps too close for the Crystal and Glass’ like, but he did not wish harm to anyone at this particular moment. The crystal was revealed, clutched between the tips of two dark claws, barely a shade off in coloration itself. “To help clarify your thoughts, I believe, and perhaps relieve any anxiousness you may be feeling over your coming choice.” He smiled his Cheshire smile at her before, with that same odd aerial bow he’d executed before, he presented the smoky quartz to Telluria in a careful handoff before he cut away and went back to circling, awaiting now the final deliberation. --- List of properties referenced from three sites! Charms of Light Crystal Wellbeing Rough and Tumbled Crystal Creations (Most heavily referenced) |
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| Gothic Thylacine | Jan 26 2014, 05:17 PM Post #10 |
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So sayeth the Spider
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((*Is crying in the corner* No, seriously, you guys all did freaking AMAZING and this choice was INSANELY HARD!!! As always I am paranoid of hurting anyone but you know I love you all yes? *crazy group hug while flailing and blubbering* I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! The work that was put into the stone choices was amazing guys! <3)) ~~~~~~~ For the first time Telluria was not exactly pleased that she became ready in this location even if she did love it. The challenge she asked was not exactly simple in this environment. Even as she explained her desires, a fourth male appeared. An eye catching Glass whom she vaguely remembered from her hatching. He must have been upon the sands! Luckily she knew he had heard her challenge and expected test. Ah so these were the suitors, a seductive Bone, an incredibly charming Forest, a familiar and beloved Crystal, and a dashing strong Glass. Yes, this may be a hard choice indeed! She watched as the males flew off (well, except Serluinn) and waited. She must be patient as she knew it would take time for them to find what she had desired. The wind swirled and the sun danced off of her scales. She watched as her beloved mentor circled her and pondered. Oh this was difficult. She had feelings for Serluinn and she saw him as a role model and teacher. And yet her instincts screamed at her when she looked at him. Her emerald eyes widened in wonder as she watched him create a beautiful blue stone with his own abilities. Oh yes she knew her breed could do such things, but this still marveled her. And his gruff voice struck a soft spot within her as he explained his choice in stone and how he saw her within it. Even now in such a situation he still encouraged her to learn all she could. She smiled at Serluinn lovingly “Thank you” She said softly and full of meaning. “For everything” She added. Telluria knew she must be fair in her choice and so she waited. First was the Forest. She smiled earnestly as he explained his choice. Not quite what she expected but he spoke from the heart and so that in itself touched her own. He was pure honesty and determination and she greatly admired that. She touched her nose to his gently and smiled “Thank you my sweet Forest. Your choice is indeed very thoughtful and wonderful. I love it” She gazed at the amber in his claws with approval. Next came the Glass. Telluria stood before him humbled as he presented his snowflake obsidian stone and explained his reasons. She peered over it thoughtfully and cooed to the big male “Very thorough in choosing such a fine stone my friend. You have done very well by me” She said earnestly and took the stone to place it next to the other two. She was placing them in a line before her and examining them in turn. At last her tainted suitor returned. She politely waited and made no attempt to hide her impressed expression as he explained why he chose the lovely smokey quartz for her. She nodded further impressed “I dare say you have shown quite the wisdom, wit, and heart for one seen so darkly by many. You may disagree but this has shown me quite lovely qualities within you” She said to the Bone and nodded to him and placed his stone amongst the others. Now was the hardest part of all. Her choice. With a heavy hearted sigh, she stepped back behind the line of the 4 stones before her, each representing one of these fine males as well as herself within their eyes. She smiled at them all. “My first flight. I always knew the choice would be hard but I never imagined this hard.” She looked sad behind her smile. “You have all done just as I asked and have all presented me with a beautiful gift of both a stone and a new look at myself in the process. You have found beauty within a raging harsh environment. For that you are all incredibly worthy, but of course nature demands that I only choose one.” She looked at the line of stones again, then to the males, and then to the stones in deep thought. She examined and pondered for a few moments. Her emerald eyes shining in both deep thought but the weight of a heavy burden. Finally the Crystal dragoness let out a deep sigh to relieve herself before turning her eyes back to her suitors. As she gazed at them, she lifted her front paw and gently placed it upon the snowflake obsidian stone. “You have all won my favor today. And I wish to include all of you in my journey of life if you’ll let me. But today, the road is traveled with my Glass suitor.” She shifted her emerald gaze to Dichroic. “Come, let us enjoy the treasures of the world” |
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Feb 3 2014, 08:35 PM Post #11 |
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Every fibre of the Glass dragon hummed quietly with everything that had been put in this night. Flight had always been a great joy for Dichoric, but he rarely brought himself up against such elements in such a such space of time, skill had won him a place to stand in front of the Crystal dragoness when he had brought back his prize, although it was an entirely different skill to that which had brought him before the dragoness of the once mountain last season. All the same he felt the same fire running though his veins, yet to be stilled by the frozen air and Telluria had his complete attention as she appraised the choice he had made. While what she had said to him at the presentation could have been considered token by many it was enough for the large Glass to let a little pride swell in him, the night was far from won; but knowing his gift was respected rekindled the deep lusty desire that had seen fit to summon him to this icy kingdom and the presence of its adoptive queen. As Telluria settled his offered stone with the others the Glass dragon shifted back into the line or circle of would be suitors that was forming. Patience was not a natural trait for Dichroic; it was something he was still learning even now, resisting the urge to shift his weight against the snow bank before Telluria. Tiny ears swivelled in place behind his entwined horns catching the sounds of faint ringing as icy flakes settled against glass scales. Ice song, each silent note was as unique as the next; and each flake that settled on his hide started to blanket out the colourful silhouette that the Glass had standing side him. Curiosity, and perhaps a means to dull his waiting Dichroic’s box shaped nose rose a little, stretching out his neck as his teal eyes focused on the other gifts that had been brought back. One was instantly recognisable as amber, which he honestly didn’t know much about, but felt it was a fitting choice. The other, beside his own offer was harder to pick, Lapis Lazuli was his guess; but it seemed a ways off give the fact that the blue stone in question was missing the characteristic flecks of gold that had earned it the nickname ‘blue-gold’. Pondering it further was not an option as the Bone suitor returned with his offering, smoky quartz. Dichoric blinked at the choice not that it was wrong it just … well… it certainly wasn’t something he would have ever considered. Telluria broke the silence with words for all of them, the fact that she had to make a choice. This much Dichroic already knew, but found himself anxious all the same, only one could be chosen. He gave an idling shake, dislodging the snow that had seen fit to rest on him. As it floated freely away the broken lumps acted as coloured rain before they became one with the bank underfoot. If had to be honest with himself he always knew there was a significant chance of losing; that was just a part of Flights. Last season he had been lucky to win Ammit’s favour, but she was not the only female had chased… perhaps what made him so nervous was not knowing. Once the decision was out there was no changing it, but that just as well made it fact and thus something that could be dealt with in all good time. For all he knew the other males were as desperate for the ruling as he was. Quietly as possible he snorted when a snowflake landed in the very tip of his nose, not wanting to disrupt the respectful air which had stilled itself for the Crystal’s choice. As Telluria’s head dipped slightly to consider the gathered offerings and thus the males who had brought them Dirchroic found himself coinciding the Crystal. Unlike some who might have come across the dragoness and been impressed by her purity the Glass found himself entranced by much more. Snow and ice had done much to complement her this morning; although they shared a hue the Crystal in question was a warmer being, her scales shifting towards the colours of a sunrise whenever the light or the dragoness moved. Opalescent scales may not have been an uncommon trait for the Crystal breed, but Dichroic was truly taken in by the simplicity and sheer beauty of it; they were living entities. His own scales and craft had a similar sheen, dichroic and coloured glass having become his speciality, but there was something more awe inspiring about Telluria, his tiny ears flickered as he tried to put a finger on it. Oddly enough Dichroic’s so called answer came in the same way his decision over his offering had, Telluria’s Crystal scales had life like the crystals she had sent them in search of, they held their own nature and meaning whereas glass tend to just reflect and refract. Sure enough Dichroic knew the latter element was very much alive, but in this time and place it seemed to pale in comparison. Almost lost in the barely audible chiming of the ice song around them was another ringing sound, as Telluria’s talons kissed the glass casing which had been placed around one of the offerings before her. Having been too young to reach the war when it was still in its prime Dichroic had spent his time refining his craft as best as a dragon his age could; nowhere near the skill processed by his known mother Dichroic could still recognise the chime of glass above all things. Tiny ears brushed against his horns as they strained to hear if there was a flaw in the sound, a break or weakness; this reaction was habit as the glass dragon often brought teal talons to his work in order to check for flaws. Neither was found; rather, the dragon paused, froze even in a moment of surprise as logic filtered through what that sound might mean. Telluria’s words floated into the snow around them along with her action of choosing an offering. Dichroic’s gaze met Telluria’s as she spoke her choice that her path laid with him. A flicker of pride bloomed in Dichroic; somehow he had managed to make a place for himself among the older suitors. Pride was of course replaced by joy, and surprise that had dulled some since last year. Other suitors forgotten the brightly coloured Glass approached the Crystal, snow crunching beneath his banded paws. Gently he touched his box shaped nose to the far more slender form of Telluria’s muzzle and rumbled deeply and soothingly as he brought himself alongside. Letting his limbs fold under him Dichroic found – in some distant place in his mind – that Telluria’s form was closer to his own in size than Ammit had been and the two nestled together in the snow draped wilderness. The brimming form of companionship, love and possible lust, saw fit to outweigh the possibility that the two dragons were huddled together against the cold. Watching the snow with Telluria Dichroic couldn’t have imagined a more perfect start to any day, or any beginning for that matter. If only a small fragment of it could be taken back, sure enough Telluria had her offerings, but today’s truest beauties had been Telluria and the snow that had echoed her so perfectly. As the thought stirred an idea came to Dichoric and heat surged in his chest, summoning his liquid element to the fore. In the same careful manner as earlier in the flight he started to craft. Slowly and precisely Dichroic created a perfect orb of glass, like the casing he had placed over the snowflake obsidian it was double layered, or insulated. This time though the intent was to regulate heat, as properly prepared double installed glass would keep a temperature suspended inside indefinitely, more so when that glass was crafted with dragon magic. Of the two layers the interior was perfectly clear, almost with a faint matt shine to it so it could be seen though without recreating glare and obscuring the view; it was a deceptively simple creation. The outer layer was something that Dichroic poured himself into, like the inner it was clear, but the he deliberately marred the surface with different temperatures creating a living, iridescent sheen that could have been oil in water if not for its shape. Such perfectly clear glass was hard to craft, although his mother would have done so without blinking. For Dichroic it was an oddly exhausting task and it even lent thought as to why clear Glass dragons simply didn’t exist. Orb completed Dichroic felt wary, on the verge of rest even; but his task was not done. One point in the double insulated glass had been left open; just enough to catch falling snowflakes which he lifted it towards, watching ice and snow fill the palm sized sphere about a third of the way up. When he was satiated with how much snow had been gathered Dichroic balanced the partially filled orb in the hollowed back of one of his flattened oval tails as he worked more molten glass into a plug. He had to be so cautious of the heat now, too much and the snow would melt, too little and the glass wouldn’t fuse. When he was contented with this he slipped the glass stopper into the orb and gently encouraged the pieces to fuse without flaws. When he was done Dichroic held an eternal snow globe that contained fresh power from the time and location of Telluria’s first flight. Diligently protected the captured snow wouldn’t melt or evaporate. He passed it to her, teal talons absently tapping the surface to check his work as he did so. “A memento.” |
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