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| Shipwrecks and Sea Monsters; Calypso Flight | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 22 2014, 09:47 PM (350 Views) | |
| Chirpadee | Jan 22 2014, 09:47 PM Post #1 |
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behold her lovely plumage
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Far on the southern edge of Sekkai the weather was still mild. No snow gathered on the balmy beaches of the little sandy shore that marked an uninhabited isle. Well uninhabited except one very odd example of the abyssal breed. It was near midday and the sun peeked through clouds which migrated across the heavens. The sky cleared to something a weather watcher would call mostly sunny. The air was warm, but not hot by any means. The ocean was clear and bright, though somewhat choppy in the season of wind and storms. Yet it was calmer near the coast where a stunning reef blockaded the majority of the island from the pounding waves. Within the walls the water was far calmer and a bright shade of blue. Brilliantly colored fish danced through bright coral and sharks cruised the waters in search of an easy meal. Across the white sand beach the vast abyssal had come to lounge. Her bulbous forget-me-not blue eyes surveyed the patch she had claimed for this event with the scrutiny of a queen surveying her court. The tentacles that lined her cunning maw curled and uncurled in absentminded fiddling. She felt somewhat naked without her rider, whom she had left on the mainland for his own safety. It was for him she was rising after all, not that she would tell him. To be truthful she had never felt the urge in all of her long life. She had many an opportunity, but between the quiet whispers of the nightmare lord and her devotion to her rider it seemed unnecessary. There were more important things to attend. Yet there had been changes in her since she had her crystal had been healed. There was some feeling that must be remorse for some of her less desirable actions that had begun to whittle at her consciousness. Perhaps these feelings came from her rider, but even so the newly found guilt bothered her. Among that was an urge that had begun deep in her chest and radiated outwards. It was an itch just under the skin she could not scratch. It hummed in her veins and promised something she could not quite grasp. At first she had been content to ignore it, but each day it had become more persistent until it became a drumming in her consciousness that begged for release. She made it about her rider then, the man had always wished to see the academy and with her crystal healed they could not stop her from laying upon their carefully guarded sands. Her main pair of wings spread wide. They were insubstantial things, not nearly large enough to carry her bulk, which was nearly as long as a water from extensive time under the thrall of the taint. Her false wings stretched as well, as if trying to mimic the same as the first, though their shape mirrored flippers more than true wings. Her usually purple hide shifted to a bright shade of pink and that hue, along with the patchy white stripes she normally bore, shot down her hide in rippling waves to draw attention. She was a neon sign for suitors. She was a billboard for her own readiness. Content that her display could not be missed she lifted her head and let out a roar which echoed across the channel to the main shore and beyond. The sound was distorted by the strange split of her mouth and the appendages which shaped the call. That being said the purpose of the cry was obvious. It radiated confidence and beckoned any male who thought himself worthy of such a prize as she. “Hear me and come.” She cooed in her velvety tones and she puffed up like a pleased house cat, content that she would not be ignored. What male could resist such a catch as herself? A rare treasure waiting to be claimed. _________________________________________________________________ OOC: Alright guys post your intros, once everyone who wants to be here is here, I will post the task. Suitors complete said task and then she will choose so one round total. Best of luck to all interested parties in catching the eye of such a vain beast. |
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| Gothic Thylacine | Jan 23 2014, 10:23 AM Post #2 |
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So sayeth the Spider
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Unlike his smaller feathered look alike, Scythe was in fact an early riser. Hell he had to be, much of his life he had gotten by on very little sleep with what he had to do. Even when he left that darkness behind and was free to try to sleep and relax at his whim it just did not happen in any noticeable way to the woodpecker like Air dragon. Today he had risen early to seek warmer air to enjoy. So far much of the day had been spent just drifting along the warmer currents. As always the coast and the jungle were always the best choices for such activities. While Scythe was not an old dragon, he always preferred the warmth for his muscles and bones. Perhaps it was because his scales and feathers were sleek as opposed to fluffy like many of the Airs he had seen at the academy. At this train of thought he shook himself and spun mid air to refocus. He was over a more open area so why not have a little fun? Even as he spun, it was in his nature to keep his eyes open just in case. Some may call it paranoia, Scythe just called it being smart. And hey, intelligence obviously tended to give lucky breaks. As such was the case today it seemed! He saw the flashing color for only a second but it caused the Air to try to stop his pattern and cause himself to suddenly tumble into a roll mid air. He had to beat his wings furiously to right himself. Looking back Scythe had to blink and be sure he was not hallucinating. A female who was now calling out for suitors. Ah yes it was mating season. He felt a tug at his heart over his son and his lovely mother. But the longer he looked at this female the more baffled he became. At first she looked to be a water, but what water dragon could flash colors like that? And when she called out he saw the detail of her face. This was no Water, but an Abyssal. And Abyssal? Rising now? Here? Hmm, perhaps she had been healed? But naturally Scythe, like many others, saw Abyssals as a very unlikely candidate for Academy life. The breed lived to eat and consume. It was what drove them! Many males would never dare answer the call of one, and yet… He was curious. He found himself circling above gazing at her feeling a building need to learn of this female. Who was she? Why was she so different than other Abyssals? Soon curiosity and natural instinct won over completely even against his “being smart” He landed carefully a safe enough distance from her but close enough to see her details far more clearly. “My lady” he said politely with a bow of his head “I seem to have drifted right into your ceremony. I dare say you have captured my attention as well as curiosity! I have never seen such a female” While honest, he spoke in a charming flattering manner. Besides she WAS eye catching and beautiful unlike most of her breed. And to be frank, the Air needed a challenge! |
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| Silverfeather | Jan 23 2014, 04:48 PM Post #3 |
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Samurai Pizza Feather
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Moving through the dense jungle, the small earth hummed to himself. For once, Arina had opted to stay in, catching up on her sleep rather than go out and find something to do. Karst on the other hand wanted something new to do. Something interesting. All over, there was a strange energy in the air. Instinctively, Karst knew what it was, but he had yet to really act upon it. But this morning, Karst was determined. Perhaps he would answer a call, to try. Surely, the chase in and of itself would be an adventure, and even if he wasn't chosen he would at least give it his all. So perhaps that was half the reason he was out, the other half was he needed a change of scenery. He wanted to explore his world around him as much as he could, and While he enjoyed it most when his rider was with him; it was nice to have the time to himself as well. The morning sun shone down on him, and he moved along, Blues sticking out in his chocolate brown scales. He moved with no purpose really, just ambled along, enjoying the sun and plant life. He was carefull moving through the forest, doing his best not to uproot trees and using his element to make a path wide enough and then closing the gap behind him. It had taken a bit of practice and he was still learning. He hummed to himself, a low rumbling sound as he moved along, not expecting to find anything out right now. Outside of the normal fauna, of course. Karst however, took in everything with a spark in his gaze. There was still so much to learn out here. Even if it would be the simplest of lessons, or just finding a plant or animal he hadn't seen in awhile. Karst found simple things enjoyable, and he wasn't afraid to speak his mind or ask if he didn't know something. Arina was more cautious, timid. But she was getting better. More confident. Karst thought that if they made many friends it would help her. A call rang out, distracting the young male from his thoughts. His bright eyes swung to where he had heard the call. Oh this was...That was a call to a flight! Karst had all but forgotten in his musings that those were going on and that he may find himself hearing one Well. He wriggled, a grin splitting his maw. He should try. They couldn't fault him for that. With a goal in mind, he altered his direction. He briefly wondered whom had called; though he swore he recognized the voice. But from where? Ah well, he would find out sooner or later, he supposed. His footsteps shook the earth beneath him as he moved. Closer and closer till he found himself in the presence of one very large Abyssal. His eyes sparkled. He knew this Abbyssal. She was the one who had helped save his rider from the riptide so long ago! Or at least, her rider had. He grinned widely. Well, at least he hadn't answered a complete strangers flight; though that would hadn't bothered the bold earth. It would have still been a challenge for him. "Greetings!" He replied, bowing his head respectively. "We meet again! It has been a long time. I have heard your call, and I am here to answer. What may I do to help?" He asked, cutting back on the myriads of questions he wanted to ask. Now was not the time. PErhaps at a later date..... |
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| CloakAndDagger | Jan 25 2014, 10:22 AM Post #4 |
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THE DUNGEON MASTER
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The edge of the jungles lay behind them. He could hear the trees swaying in the cold cured breeze that ran off the water. The leaves bent across each other like violin strings and spoke with a hushed whisper of voices. There was a chill that brushed over the sands, but, it didn’t feel like winter. It was hard to believe that, elsewhere, snows from months passed had settled up and up and up into walls of white, icy frost. Mountains of calm, bone chilling death. Here, there was none of that. Winter was a far off idea that called out, but could not be heard. They sat, backs to the lush, endless green, faces to the wide blue. Dimpled sand shifted and Lyre was out, footprints laying tracks to where he stepped into the sea. It washed over his legs in a ring of song and he was singing back to it in a clear, clarion voice. He was singing of the sea. He was singing with the sea. And the farther out he went, the more the two sounds seemed to be one sound - one tide. It had been a long time since either of them had seen the sea and, for the golden haired boy, it was nearly a homecoming. His own little island lay far off the coast in what the dragon may have thought as an archipelago, but neither of them had gone back to the place Lyre had called home. Maybe soon. Maybe when the reconstruction was further along. Pulse could feel, the farther out the boy went into the lapping ocean, the more he thought about singing of home. But they would both agree that their second home was adventure. It was the Journey that was the whole point in things and they had so much to see. The singing was cut short. Instead, Lyre began to laugh as the waves playfully pushed him back to shore and left him sopping wet. He came back up from his hands and knees in smiles and good humor. Pulse, sitting in the sand, made a soft bassoon noise and chuckled. “I don’t think it would work between you and a mermaid.” He joked with a broad, deep voice. Lyre blushed and laughed brightly again. Until a few years ago, dragons were as legendary to him as merfolk. Now he walked with his gods. Another sound, however, began to roll across the sea and overcame the tidal laughter like asilken, but asymmetrical sail. The unusual roar carried well and, as Pulse heard it, so did he feel it in his bones. An echo of resonance lingered in his trumpets and he knew instantly what it’s purpose was. Lyre, however, did not, and he turned to face the sea again with an ear cast to the satin sound while he brushed himself off. The sonic stood on the shifting sands with sturdy feet. “What was that?” The boy asked with a hand running through his hair. “A female is rising and calling.” “Oh.” He paused before understanding. “Oh!” And he blushed deeper. “I see!” Pulse was studying the memory of the sound. He and his rider had been bonded for nearly 5 years now, but, in that time, the dragon had never actively pursued anyone during flights. They had always been too far out, and too busy. Lyre smiled gently. “Did you want to go? I can head back to the village and wait for you. We still have plenty of time.” His voice was starcast. “Aulos will make sure everything is ok.” The boy, hazel eyes toward the jungle, whistled, and from the shivering shadows, a winter shape came sailing out with a keen. The phoenix, the only indication of the cold season, trailed a flurry of snow as he settled on Lyre’s protected arm. Immediately, the creature began preening the boy’s hair. While Lyre greeted the third of their trio with mirth, Pulse teetered with himself. Was it safe enough? Yes, he nodded to himself. And he was so deeply curious. A new sort of adventure. “Yes.” Yes, he was interested. “If Aulos will not freeze the trees behind you.” The devoted sonic chuckled. Yes, he was very interested, and by the unusual manner of the roar, he could imagine just what was waiting for him across the sea. The boy, excited for his friend, rolled off a billow of encouraging words and promised to behave. The phoenix made no such promise. “Maybe you can play a song or two for the girl at the mail station there. She looked at you fondly, I think?” The boy, 22 years old and still looking a teenager, blushed madly. “Oh. I mean. I don’t…” Lyre mumbled, at a loss for words. They both laughed and then they waved in parting. A new sort of adventure, surely. Pulse heaved himself into the air and, with great effort, flew over the sea to seek the summoner. The sonic, true to breed, was thickly built and hefty. He had only a stub of a tail and, even if by shape alone, was clearly not built for aerial acrobatics. Generally, he accepted that it was mostly magic that kept him aloft. The closer he got, as he honed in, the more interested and excited he became. Outwardly, however, he was strangely stoic. His thick wings cut the salt air and, after a quick flight, he came in for a hard landing. Pulse did not pretend to be a graceful dragon. He landed with several deep thumps on the sand and, settling his large front feet, found himself placed before the vibrant female. This was a sound that could not be ignored. An offer that could not be refused. And, looking upon her, he was ever so pleased that he’d followed. The third of those arrived, he stood as part of a new trio among an avian air and a young-seeming earth. The sonic, brave but polite, came to stand in equal terms with the other two and nodded in deference to the abyssal lady. Surrounded by water, she was ruler here, and, admittedly, he was curious to see how this would be. Just as he was in air, he was no fish in water either. When he greeted her, it was with a rumbling, jovial sound that came with a certain softness. “Your voice is beautiful.” He nodded again. “I hear you.” “And I would like to join your adventure, if you will have me.” His chest brimmed with warmth. 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| Chirpadee | Jan 25 2014, 10:45 AM Post #5 |
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Oh this would do nicely, the abyssal thought to herself with glee. The first suitor to arrive was a handsome air with a crest so red it made even the color shifter jealous. She puffed up with delight and flicked the red lure at the tip of her tail in contentment. His flirtation did not fall on deaf ears. In fact she batted her large eyes in what she assumed to be a demure manner and leaned a little closer as If expecting him to continue to praise her. Yes she truly was a singular female. No other could boast colors like hers, mainly because she could boast almost any color she desired. “Sweet words from a handsome air.” She cooed back. Then the second came soon after, an earth she recognized who must have swum the channel to get to her. Her own rider had insisted on helping the pair at some point, the earth’s rider had been caught in a riptide and they had saved her. Ancient history as far as this flight was concerned. Still the earth was not a bad looking sort. The young one was massive despite his age and she felt so far every participant would manage the task she had chosen. He boasted had a narrower and longer face then many of his kin. The blues in his hide caught the eye, a fine specimen indeed she thought. “Ah yes I am in need of help.” She purred though her attention was drawn away by the arrival of the third suitor. This final male was a sonic, but built sturdy as they tended to be. He was covered in delightful horns which she peered at with a keen eye as if hungry to learn the sounds they made. She remained in repose though, keen to survey. Her head tilted as she observed his extra pair of arms and she puffed contentedly. His greeting was met with a thrum of pleasure. More praise, these were wise males. They knew the way to a females heartstrings. “I will have you and your silver tongue sonic.” She crooned. Her eyes swept the horizon and she quickly decided if any other males were on their way they had proven themselves far too slow to be worth her notice. The decision not to wait any longer made she smiled at the trio, if you could call the strange expression that. The petals of her mouth pulled back at the corners and her eyes squinted like a pleased cat. She rolled to her pointed feet with a thrum. Sand clung to her belly as her colors tamed to their usual dark violet tones. Like an illusion the white stripes continued to drift down the darker tones of her body like clouds across the evening sky. Her tentacles flicked upwards excitedly as she stretched her limbs prettily. “Welcome. I am pleased by all of you.” She cooed in sultry tones only slightly warped by her strange jaws. She had taken the time to hunt before coming to this island so none of her suitors looked particularly appetizing. Besides, since her healing she had developed a taste for cuisine which did not speak. There was too much remorse in eating things which could beg for their lives. “We all know why you are here and I am not going to keep you from it.” She turned her attention from them to the distant reef. The blue waters beckoned her invitingly, but she wasn’t going swimming, not until she had completed what she had come here for. With the suitors in presence her pulse quickened and her veins hummed with the certainty of what was to come. “Out there are ships that were lost on the reef. In them are pretty things.” She purred as if there was nothing better in the world then treasure. Sure enough if the suitors were to inspect the reef a little closer some of what appeared to be rocky crags that jutted above the ocean line were in fact the splintered hulls and masts of downed ships. They were coated in barnacles and seaweed showing great age. Below the waves rested a veritable graveyard of the wreckage. On the island side the water was rather shallow, only dropping twenty or thirty feet at the deepest points. Here there were many ships which all appeared to have spent many years under the waves. A few were braced against the reef leaving them half beached and exposed to the elements. These shallow ships were more likely to have been picked through by treasure hunters, but that did not mean they were barren of loot. On the far side of the reef the open ocean waited. That did not mean it was fruitless for while the ocean floor dropped away rapidly for sixty or so feet but there laid several ships that looked as if they might have once been heavily laden with goods. It was unlikely these deeper ships were picked as clean, but getting down to them and back up without air and with the pressure closing in would be a task in and of itself. Her eyes returned to the trio and she gave them another coy smile. Her wings flicked, shaking sand off as she let the silence that gathered in her hesitance hang heavy between them. Once she was sure all were rapt on her again she spoke in her sweetest purr, “Bring me the best pretty you can find.” |
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| Gothic Thylacine | Jan 25 2014, 04:52 PM Post #6 |
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So sayeth the Spider
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The now gentle Air bowed to her again, showing his humble acceptance of her flattery. He could see this was a vain female but he really could not blame her. Which such a marvelous spectrum of color she should be allowed to let it give her some esteem. Hell it brought him here now! Which admittedly perhaps was a touch hypocritical of him as he always preached for females to love themselves for who they were and not how they looked. But mating season did make fools of many! It was not long of course for others to appear, he certainly expected it but was still respectful. The first was a young Earth. Scythe wondered if he was from the clutch of his first son on the Sekkaian sands, but of course now was hardly the time to inquire. Air and Earth were quite the opposite elements. Depending on the challenge, Scythe may have a great upper hand or a severe disadvantage. The final suitor arrived now. An impressive Sonic dragon. Scythe gave a respectful nod to them both in turn before they all turned attention to the Abyssal female when she began to speak to them all. It was then it hit him how fool hearted he had been on not taking deeper note of the location. His golden eyes peered out to the hints of sunken shipwrecks. His wings twitched ever so slightly as he pondered just how he could tackle this. Water was not a friend to a dragon with feathers…. He gave a charming grin to Calypso before he shot up into the air to circle around the wreckage to examine what he could. In truth the answer was in his head from the get go but it was a tricky business. But what choice did he have? With a sigh, Scythe began to spin in place and pull more air to himself as he descended towards the water. With a tuck of his wings and a whoosh of swirling air, Scythe dove into the water. However, instead of the sea closing around him and soaking his feathers to a mess, it closed in around a vast air pocket surrounding him. The large bubble containing a dragon submerged harmlessly into the darkening water as Scythe pulled in any oxygen to his bubble while still guiding himself downward towards the ship. This was a trick he had performed before and he always enjoyed it. It allowed him to see the lovely realm that Water dragons could enjoy at their whim. In fact he had often envied them for that gift, it truly was a beautiful place. But sightseeing would need to be brief, he had a task at hand and his air pocket wouldn’t last as long as he’d like. Towards the ship Scythe traveled. He had to find a trinket that would impress the lady above. It was necessary to circle around the wreckage to find a suitable way in. Surely enough, there was a large rotted out hole in the side that would do just fine. With a few tugs and pulls of the air around him, the Air dragon was able to manipulate the bubble inside the old ship. Within a few seconds, Scythe did see quite a few shining bits of treasure lying about. But would one be good enough? Let’s see. A mirror, fitting but still not enough. Hmm, an old jeweled helmet long crusted over. Hardly! But then, a glimmer from the corner of his sharp eyes caught his attention. Much like Calypso had in fact. Turning around he went to it. The shimmer was coming from a stone, but much of the object itself was covered with grime. Scythe carefully drew the object into his bubble and set to cleaning it. Soon it was clear it was a necklace of some sort. And large enough to suggest it was made for a dragon. With much of the muck off, He now saw the shimmer came from the main stone. Which appeared to be a lovely dark iridescent opal. But smaller stones went along the silver chain had a similar appearance. Only they weren’t stones, they were abalone shell. The chain was both heavy but elegant. This was a necklace for an aristocratic dragon indeed! And so this may just be the thing! Wrapping it carefully in his claws, Scythe began his exit of the ship wreck. This time on his way out however, he did take time to enjoy the scenery. Naturally when his air pocket broke the surface of the water Scythe had to act quickly to fly up before the water got to his feathers. While there was some splash back he was able to flap enough to be easily airborne within seconds. “Wooo!” He whooped out happily loving the refreshing feeling and the triumph of it all. Even as he flew back to the beach, he spun and twirled loving the thrill. But he slowed and spread his wings to slow down before he carefully landed back before the lovely Abyssal. “My lady” He bowed again “I dare say it is a quest indeed to find treasure fitting enough. However…” He presented the now far cleaner and eye catching silver necklace with its glittering shining accents and intricate detail. “I do hope this catches your favor as you have caught mine.” He offered the treasure before her with another bow and a gentle thrum. Awaiting to see what the other males had chosen and what Calypso would choose among them ~~~~~ ((I imagine the necklace would look kinda like dis- http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb0EHmly_1M/UDKN...e-with-case.jpg )) |
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| CloakAndDagger | Jan 26 2014, 08:30 PM Post #7 |
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THE DUNGEON MASTER
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The shifting lady, feline in her manner, seemed to take time enough to eye each of them. Her eyes, glittering like starlight over water, seemed to both weigh the would-be suitors over some yet-undefined ideal and lure them in further for a satisfied temptation. From the moment she had spoken, Pulse could feel himself curiously leaning in. His feet were firmly planted, but his eyes were completely on her. Her words were cream and silk and, clearly, she knew it. She spoke after she rose - after her body had cast off it’s vibrant signal-lines for something more subdued and mysterious. When she moved, it was with a fluidity that only a creature of water could manage. Pleased by all of you, she said with velveteen poise, and she dipped straight into the heart of things as she looked from the three males to the sunken reef beyond the gathering. The world out there was wide, deep, and daring. It was a strange place of open seclusion and, as the young sonic looked out to see the seawater expanse, he could almost feel the sound of wind fluttering through broken sails. A graveyard of galleys. He had little experience with diving, though, he was fairly proficient in bobbing like an apple at the surface of the water. He imagined, given his heft, it would be little trouble to sink his way down to something interesting. The problem would be getting back up in time to not-suffocate. Sand glittered around the slyly coquettish female. And she gave her demand. And it really was to be a swashbuckling adventure for the rare attentions of the chameleon siren. He could not have been more proud of his circumstances. A smile of quiet mirth pulled at his features. The muscular sonic padded slowly after the sharp exit of the air. He made no pause to rethink and, like an ironclad warship, he closed his open trumpets and waded into the shallows of the island beach. With the tide, he slipped, step by step, into the open ocean to cast himself out like some amphibious vehicle. The wings at his sides were loose and kept a surface for the water to push against as his large paws paddled a b-line towards the closer settlement of ship skeletons. Pulse flared his nose as salt pursued his breath. His heavy lungs gulped. With a snoot, he pressed his nose and then his head under the surface. As he settled to just roll along with the rolling waves, bubbles rose and popped around the sides of his neck. Then, he pulled his dripping head back up, and paddled elsewhere. Farther out to starboard, the sonic positioned himself over the remains of a proud, but tiny vessel that lay far down below the restless waves. The hull, badly damaged by time and elements, was nearly enveloped by the shadow of the depths, but the shape could still be seen by an eye open toward it’s grave. The steel grey creature, just barely keeping himself afloat, had dipped down once again to imagine what once had been. His eyes, hardly adapted to sea-living, were mostly useless in gauging the possibilities of oceanic treasure. His voice, however, was just fine, and he opened his mouth to use it. Bubbles rose and popped around his horns. With a great, reverberating wave, a high pitched sound exploded from his lips. It’s undercarriage was a subsonic boom that followed closely afterwards. Between the two, the ping and the blast routed and mapped whatever in reach before coming back as loose echos of blurry mystery. He shifted, then called out again. The sand at the bottom of the shelf scattered from the force of the impact and a nearby school of fish made escaped with the noise in tow. He heard all of it. He could feel it come back and roll over his nose like another person speaking. The dark was clear as day and, by the sound of things, this would be an interesting place to find if X marks the spot. The dragon pulled in his wings and shook his head from the sea. Saltwater sprayed from his nose and, not so much caring for the taste, slapped his tongue on the roof of his mouth for a moment before swallowing. Bleh. Salty indeed. The dive was not so much a dive as a controlled sinking. With a chest full of misty sea air, the sonic just let himself fall down below the surface without resistance. Water rushed over him and up him. It filled his trumpets and flutes and ran over his ears. It tickled his wings with cold hands and took him down, down towards the low light filtering bottom where the sun grasped and strained to reach. His feet came down for a soft landing, but the sands were unkind. Unstable, he faltered for a moment before he got his bearings and his toes sank down into the clinging murk. As he nodded to himself that, yes, he was here, he shifted and, as if on land, walked slowly toward the wreck. In slow motion, he touched the outer hull and squinted in the darkness before letting out another soft ping to assess the situation. The prow, standing straight and tall despite it’s age, hosted a figurehead that pointed upwards. Her wooden hand was smoothed by the currents and covered in beads of barnacles, but her face was unmarred and hopeful despite the depths at which it lay. Her old eyes were full of pride. He came around her shape and nodded a bow to her, as if giving a greeting from one longwinded traveler to another. He entered through a massive hole in her side and walked over the threshold as if walking into an open house. Here, he let out another soft ping to illuminate the cavernous shape. As if seeing, he ducked under a broken plank and wandered inside. By now, despite his calm movements, the burn of oxygen deprivation was scratching up his lungs. His chest was needled by the need to breath and, he knew that he only had one or two more sonar bursts left before he ran out of air. In the near pitch darnkess, he walked around with quiet bounds. Effortlessly, against the resistance of gravity, he bounded through the broken rooms until he came to what would have been the cargo hold. Much of the place had collapsed in on itself long ago, but, an untouched area lay open to a tiny window nearby and, there, his foot bumped straight into a crusted ceramic jar. The sound, the tink of gentle impact let him know that not only was it intact, but it was full. This was the spot. Pulse, massive paws clumsy, but gentle on the old artifact, pulled it from the sand and pried it loose from the bowels of the old ship. Pleased, he turned to make a quick retreat. A high pitched snap of sound folded out of his mouth to make way for the exit, but what it found instead was a long shape barreling towards him. The shark, massive in it’s own right and territorial over an old haunt, aggressively came to ram at the fourty two foot long sonic. The sonic, not so keen on being nibbled by a long lost cousin, reacted in much the same way a defending ship would - with cannon fire. The last ping he had was not so much a ping as it was an enveloping boom. With the jar still tightly in his claws, the dragon loosed the sonic burst towards the shark while angling a protective interference over his precious cargo. The shark, the back of the ship, and half the sand in between was caught in the blow and ejected straight out into the salty reaches beyond. Pulse, hearing the collapsing of the rest of the faltering vessel, kicked off through his conveniently made exit and shunted himself to the surface with an eager wingbeat. As he broke to the air, he stole a huge gasp back into his body before the fire in his guts and muscles overtook him. “AHHhhh!” Relieved, he took another large breath and tasted it. What would an adventure be without sharks? The steel blue sonic, orange lightning stripes and all, came back to the great governess with a trail of sea behind him. Before entering her audience, he stopped and shook himself off. A sea star was flung straight off his sides and, luckily for it, straight back into the sea. Unluckily for it, a gull dived right back for it before it relaxed in its security. Pulse, standing tall, stepped up squarely to look at the sly siren before him, and he began to present the jar. He did not hand it over, however, and instead, smashed it straight into the rocks and sand before her. The old container shattered with a crack and pitter pattered down in pieces. What also came down to settle, however, was a clinking spill of oxidized coins. Seeping seawater fled to darken the sand, but the coins still glittered under the years of grime and dirt. The sonic pressed his nose to the spilled present to the sea queen and, from the back of the pile, pushed out a curve of metal from the laying sylt. He balanced it on his snout, then tossed it up from the ground. As it spun, the years of dormancy ran from it’s shape. Dirt and grime and age melted away to reveal the shining, if slightly tarnished, arc of a magnificent circlet He caught it back in his outstretched paw. The gold woven shape was intermingled with hanging glass beads and rising spears of clear crystal. It cast a rolling rainbow like a cape train. The moment he saw it, he was glad this was really what he heard and not just a very large brass ring. It was sometimes hard to tell from so far away. “I have no authority to make you a queen, but, I cannot imagine you are anything else already. May this suit your pleasure.” His deep voice spoke softly. |
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| Silverfeather | Jan 28 2014, 12:16 AM Post #8 |
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Karst at least acknowledge his other suitors. He did not know any of them, but that was alright! Perhaps after the flight and if he ran into them again, he could talk to them! They looked to be the friendly sort. When it seemed like all was here, did she give her task. He mused, looking over at where she had pointed. A treasure hunt! Perhaps they were long lost pirate ships! And the loot that was waiting was just ripe for the taking! Images of everything that could possible be found swarmed through his head. With a determined face, Karst looked towards the reef. He remembered the temple, Arina falling into the water, remembered getting pulled under by the riptide....water was dangerous, and he would be out of his element. He shook his head. No, there was no danger here right now. not if he did it correctly. There would be no krakens or large currents out and about. Right now, there was a treasure to be found! He wondered if he could find something for his rider as well! She would appreciate something shiny from the lost hordes from time. Karst didn't think that the abyssal herself may have sunk a few of the ships herself, She was sekkaian, she had been 'healed' and seemed nice enough that he didn't think. With tentative steps, he began to wade into the waters, cautiously putting one foot before the other. he didn't want to get grabbed by anything, While the rest just dove right into the task, Karst took his time. He didn't know what he was going to find, and he didn't know what 'pretty' she meant. Or wanted. It was such a vague thing, and Karst blinked. Maybe like a bauble? Or well, would she like to wear it? He reached the reef, and he peered. Some of the ships did indeed stick out, and while the deepest part before the drop off was only 30 feet, he stood above the water. He mused, wondering if he could pull the ships up and out to better look. Taking a deep breathe, he opted for trying to stick his narrow head into any openings. Carefully, he shifted, Digging into the soft mud of the reef, looking for anything. There were a lot of things there. But, nothing that Karst thought was pretty. He stood back up, and shook his head. He scoured the other ships but. While there were jewels and other things. Nothing...Nothing that caught his eye really. He looked back, and noted that the other two had already found something. He wiggled his nose, and then eyed the drop off. Surely. Surely it wasn't too terribly deep. He couldn't really create an air bubble like the air had, or hold his breath as long as the sonic could (they had good lungs) but perhaps he could use his own element to his use. He might be able to move the earth higher, but he didn't want to expend that much energy. Perhaps Just...One ship. Yes. He would find the perfect ship and move it to the air. And then he would look. Taking a deep breath, Did karst swallow the fear and dive down into the depths. While Karst was about 40 feet tall, there was still a good several feet of water above him. Good thing he knew how to swim, as he submerged himself and found several more ships laying scattered...broken on the floor. He swam, green eyes burning with salt water before time ran against him. He choose one, and settling down beneath it, he called to the earth around it. Carefully, slowly the earth began to move. Up. Up. It was a rumbling sound, and the ground started to shake slightly. Eventually, he managed to at least pull it up so that he could breathe a bit easier. Once he broke the surface it was easy to tell what he had done. He shook himself off, the feat having worn him down, but ignored anything and everything as he began to shuffle around the ship, dipping his head in. Here, he was bound to find something. He had to. Burying his want to continue trying to drag up the other ships, he muzzled in, taking off the deck of the ship with care, and then finding more treasure and things inside. He mused, wondering what he was going to give her. Here there was a nice cape, woven with silks and embedded with jewels, but it didn't look sturdy anymore. Other necklaces, gemstones. Nothing that stood out. Yes, they were all very very pretty. But he wanted something special. Really, he didn't care at the moment if he was the last suitor in. Something suitable. A treasure that would suit her, catch her eye. Make her stand out. Something shone in the light, dancing across a smooth surface. Turning his eye, he found the large object, almost the size of his palm. The surface was smooth as an uninterrupted lake day and ten times as reflective as still waters surface. The frame was fancy, almost a wavy pattern in and of itself, swirls and designs riddled in gold with various gemstones. There! That was the one! Arina had one like. She used it often, and then one was in a treasure ship! He clasped it carefully too him, and then began to make his way back the beach, letting the ship sink back to the floor, the ground rumbling again as he released the magic. As he approached, he hoped he still had time to still be a choice; surely they were all waiting on him now. He had done his best not to get sidetracked by finding and studying everything carefully. He pulled himself out of the water and then approached the large dragonness. "Here M'lady! I give you this!" He offered the mirror, making sure it was her reflection was shone in the mirror. "I have found something exceptionally beautiful here, do you see? You are something to be admired, probably more so than all the jewels and golds that I found, but I think this one here can prove it to you?" He wiggled. Simplistic, really, and a dash of flattery, honest flattery. Arina was always admiring herself in the mirror, always saying how this dress made her look nice. She had told him that girls like compliments, liked to be flattered. Wouldn't the large dragoness want the same? Pity he hadn't tried it to begin with, but ah, sometimes his mind was more focused on things at hand than trying to be a smooth talker. A mirror, true it was adorned with gold and jewels, and somehow had managed to be free of most decay, it still shone with its own beauty, while reflecting that of Calpyso herself. |
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| Chirpadee | Jan 28 2014, 09:47 AM Post #9 |
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The healed abyssal let her hips descend as the suitors stepped into the waves, each with their own style, to find treasure among the wreckage. It was amusing to a creature so at home in the waves to watch this mismatched trio attempt what she found as easy as breathing. She thrummed to herself, pleased at her own cunning. Her greed could be stated and she would get something more than the increase of her personal wealth. This had been brilliant, if she did say so herself. She let her lured tail flick in slow contemplation as one after another disappeared under the depths. For a time just the massive earth stood tall among the wrecks as if waiting for an invitation from the depths. She watched him, bemused by his trepidation. She was contemplating if he might afraid of the water when the crimson crested air burst from the water like a shot. Her eyes followed his path with hardly contained glee. She could tell he clutched something, though she was unsure what. The first of her new treasures, and somehow hardly a drop of water had fallen upon his feathers. It was peculiar and quite an amazing fete. Her head tilted so she could catch his joyful display above without moving far. Her own wings spread as if she were considering what such flight might feel like, but by the time he grounded she had folded the useless appendages tightly to her side. She thrummed at his presentation and her eyes flicked over the colorful gems. They truly were a marvel with so many shades and so much color. She sighed with pleasure and reached out with several tentacles to steal it from his careful digits. She held it up to the light with her prehensile extremities and cooed. “Beautiful.” The word was breathy and content. She wrapped it around her wrist for now, with careful loops because she did not have the skill to hook it about her neck without the aid of subtle fingers. She would ask her rider later. For now it was a far oversized bracelet. Her attention turned as the sonic came bobbing back up onto the beach. She eyed the pot with uncertainty, not quite sure how such a simple vessel was pretty but perhaps there was a good explanation behind the simplicity of his choice. It was a gift and that alone made it interesting. She looked up to his face for explanation and just like that he smashed it. Her tentacles spread upwards in confusion and alarm, showing the briefest hint of many hooked teeth. Her colors flashed red in shock and confusion. For a moment she hovered, uncertain of what was happening then she saw the spilled coins. Violent scarlet diluted back to purples as her curiosity turned to what had come from the simple container. She shifted excitedly as he rifled through the coins and she lowered her long coils slightly to better see what he was questing for. Then he had it. The circlet was eyed hungrily as it was extended. A queen. Oh she liked the sound of that. Her eyes flicked up to the pleased sonic and her smile was cunning. She reached out and grasped the crown with a lone tentacle. She eased it from his grip and with dexterity she placed it upon her head. She rose with an air of importance and cooed. “Perfect.” She whispered, quite sure that she looked stunning with her two additions. The ground of her little island trembled and her gaze turned outwards as a ship rose from the depths at the bidding of the earth. Her eyes glimmered as she wondered if he would bring her the whole thing. That would be quite the gift. However instead he began rummaging through the wreckage and she quickly dismissed the notion. He was going to find her something nice instead and that was just as good a reward. When he found whatever he deemed worthy she watched as the ship oozed back into the water, rolling from its muddy post as the pillar receded. It would find a new resting place among the deep. It did not take long for such a large dragon to return to shore. He rose from the sea and towered over her, water running off his deep brown scales in waterfalls that created rainbows of mist. What he presented was quite the find. A beautiful mirror hardly damaged by time and salt. She leaned in to observe herself with vainglory. Tentacled face gazed back at her with soft blue eyes. Her colors shifted in an attempt to match her own visage and the background behind her. Purples, whites, and golds from the sands danced in a confusing display across her scales as her natural camouflage did its best to adapt. She sighed dramatically again in pleasure. She took t he opportunity to gaze lovingly at her other new trinkets. The Necklace wrapped many times around her leg with its glorious gems, the circlet upon her brow which gave her the look of an forgotten ruler. She hummed in pleasure. Karst was right, she was was beautiful. She basked in her own reflection, her eyes considering each perfect gift. She did not grasp the mirror, not initially. She liked that he held it so she could better investigate her own visage. Her two tentacles flicked back and adjusted the circlet thoughtfully upon her brow then she purred. “Oh such perfect males I have attracted. Such great finders, such cunning tongues.” She looked up at the earth and rose onto her hind legs to grasp the mirror and pulled it towards herself, making it clear she was claiming the item for her horde. It was a gift after all. “No matter how fine your gifts are…” She slid the mirror carefully underneath herself as if to guard it and keep it from being reclaimed, “I must choose.” Her strange distorted pupils swirled between the trio and that squint eyed grin curled across her face before she rounded to face the stumpy sonic. The others were very quickly ignored as her full focus came upon Pulse. “You silver tongue. I choose you. You called me royalty and while I am beautiful, I have never been called a queen. Come hero. As for the rest of you, take your leave of my island.” She rose and crept forward with a slink in her step and a pleased grin upon her jaws. Her stare burned with hunger, but it was not the sort that her usual gluttonous feeding might satisfy. _____________________________________________________________ OOC: You lot made this a very hard choice. Thank you so much for participating in Caly's first flight ;U; you all did so well and it was REALLY hard to pick just one of them. |
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