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« Thread Started on May 3, 2009, 3:18pm » | |
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... Baridi [x]
'Unimaginable wonders...what the world must hold, brother! Can you even imagine such beauty and adventure?'
'How can, when these splendors have thus been proclaimed, as you say, dear sister, to be unimaginable?'
Though, try as she like to keep her frown worn on her delicate crown, laughter would fill the sweet air, as it always has, like the gentle whisperings of spring tide against the stones...He would simply smile back, just as softly, though affection would dampen his heart as playful bashing hardened his tongue. They would spend many of the new spring days in such a way, simply enjoying the life around them, basking in the naivety of their young lives. Baridi himself could distinctly remember how the valley bloomed during such a fertile time. Though the channels would be slick with mud as they attempted to find the best spots for sunning or the most unique types of flowers to bring to their mother, each tiny adventure was carved into his memory with no small amount of mirth. He could recall how they would beg their adopted sister to join them in their antics, how they would whisper intentions of exploring out of the territory or to the old Europeans cave to attempt to steal a coin from his bounty of treasure...she would, each and every time, turn them down in favor of the company of their father.
'Oh, brother, why must you be so mean to me? Our dreams are all we have now, you know! Before I know it, you'll find yourself a nice little girl to please and you'll leave me alone!'
It was, as it always had been, his turn to show displeasure to her retort, though the weight of truth tore at him. The simple thought of his dearest sibling left to the dealings of this world was enough to make his blood boil. But, this wasn't the time for brooding, he had the part to play and a wry grin to conjure.
'I am ashamed that you think so lowly of me, my dear sister, ashamed indeed. And you say I am much to dramatic for my own good? Now, get back here so I can show you what terrors a brother's wrath can bring!'
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The soft bell of his loving sister's voice, the new, sweetened air of the earths breath after winter...the warmth of the sun that filled every vein with renewed life. And such, without any doubt in Baridi's mind, was the true calling of spring.
And spring, as it seemed, had not come to the blue creature in many years. Not since he had left, his mind so consumed with hatred and with murder that there was little space for what she had needed...what comforts she had begged to deaf ears as she choked on the thick of her own blood...
'Perhaps it is time for a new definition.'
A sigh passed unchallenged from his maw as the wind passed, his mane dancing atop his spine as the golden grasses swayed in tune. The sight of these plains, of the nearly burning gold for which they were royally named, was enough to still his mind for a moment, to enjoy the world that he had been graced into. The rains had given the organic sea a particular shimmer that, with little imagination, have the grasses the look of a liquid vein, pulsating with liquid treasure that would make the Arkin's salivate with desire. There was such a peace here, like a encompassing embrace, a simple solitude from the turmoil of his kind. There was, however, a sense of relief at the battles end, and the end which came had leaned so gaily to their favor. Many had died, and some still bore the scars, but, wasn't it the focus on the past that had caused such mayhem and death in the future? Baridi had killed and maimed, stolen life because it was dubbed what was needed to be done...but the battle had been won, his loyalty proved and the Beta had taken his mate...
'And that flash of golden and sapphire had never been found.'
Of all the things the powdered blue brute had seen, and lost during his experience, the moment of such brilliance had quite possibly vexed him the most. It had been there! And despite his search of not only air but ground had left his efforts to be completely fruitless. The avian male had even gone so far as to ask those he had fought with, in hopes that they may have seen some creature of such a hue. None had.
Though a gnawing curiosity was slowly getting the better of him, this reminder that the bloodshed was over, for now at the very least, was enough to fill him with some type of mirth. A sharp grin split into his smooth features as he arched his neck to the perfect blue of the sky, maw splitting further to allow a bellow to pour from his chest. A cry of passion and the simple exhilaration of life and yet, a celebration of those who had died to preserve it's grace. His roar wavered with his infamous vibrato finish, sunset stained wings framing his sides as his declaration came to an end.
And silence reigned once more over the fields.
it takes a whole lotta' love,
to keep your heart from ...
freezing
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« Reply #1 on May 7, 2009, 1:10pm » | |
As was usually of this loner of Arkin. He had stumbled across this plains by sheer stupidity, or luck. Or whatever you'd like to call it, but he was here. The huge black dragon didn't mind that much, although it still seemed that he preferred something above this, like a hot bath of mist to week the dirt of his scales. He really needed it he stated too himself, not that it had any purpose.
The turquoise crest on his chest gleamed slightly as the rays of the sun hit it, along with the slightly darker turquoise on his lower-body. His claws of his front-paws grabbed the sand beneath his 'hands' automatically to get a better grip, he didn't thrust it as it still felt like he could fall through the bottom instantly and be swallowed, never to resurface again. A small, fine shudder ran over his spine, making the small spikes stand on edge.
He raised his head when a roar echoed across the sands; silencing everything. Silence reigned for a while and then a deafening, answering roar came out of his own chest, using all the air that was in his lungs as he showed off the bright blue in his jaws. Golden eyes gleamed more in humor -and a bit of fear- as he wondered suddenly as the other would do. Would the other be alarmed, angered, sad? Would it be a dragon from a clan or.. a rogue?
Ah, he supposed it didn't really matter what happened. He could defend him easily, so he hoped against the other reptilian beast. There where still dragons that could be bigger than him in bulk and strength and powers and.. oh, he could list so more! He shook his head lightly to keep from trailing of with his thoughts more and then banished them all together, projecting his usually aura of calmness. His lips pulled back briefly in what could be considered a smirk, before it disappeared once more.
He spread his wings to their full length and then stretched his whole body alongside it. He patted forwards once he had folded his wings perfectly again and swiveled his head around from time to time, seeing if he could find the source of the roar he had answered minutes before. His slitted pupils where strayed too the sky more than once too, as if they where magnetism for him.
Well, we'll see... He mused in his head once more, thoughts resurfacing and peeking out again We'll see... He growled lowly and shook himself for the last time. Finally stopping as he had traveled a while and seated himself, shrouding himself with the tall golden grasses, although he would be as clear as a rotten spot on something good, the only disadvantage of being dark.
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« Reply #2 on May 8, 2009, 8:35pm » | |
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... Baridi [x]
As the winds swept through the fields, Baridi paused in thought, drawing the fresh air into his chest with a purring rumble. It was, without a doubt, a beautiful day to behold. A day, the strange brute contemplated that should not be spent alone. Though the bias of his ideals of company had always been clear as heavens, considering his lack of adaptation to loneliness, it still did not weaken the logic that this certainly was not a day to be wandering about on ones lonesome. The reality of the matter was startling to even him, that in all of his time as the Neronian Delta, he had made very little progress securing lasting friendships with others. He had spent much of his free time (which there wasn’t much, mind you, with this bloody war tearing up the land and possible future companions) to converse with his fellow clan mates; though he had tried to make connections with those higher ranked officials he worked with often-without much in the way of success.
‘Who says you can’t mix work with pleasure? Perhaps that’s why the Alpha line has been so terrible in their ruling…’
This question had always concerned him-that there had not been a stable leader in hundreds of years-it was absolutely ridicules that none had the passion for their clan to take on the responsibility that they all owed to their people. Ah! An idea came to him then-that powered blue brute so strange in appearance and in mindset, that perhaps, with the help of the clan, he could l-
As if in answering to his previous plea, a bellow broke through the silence he had instilled with his own roaring call. It was undoubted male, and from the simple power that it carried, close to where Baridi sat nestled in the royal grasses. A gaping grin split his muzzle, revealing ivory canines and pastel pink gums. Suppressing his renewed excitement, Baridi scrambled to his feet, scarring the earth with his talons as he positioned himself to stand. He paused then, doe ears swiveling about on his skull to pinpoint the location of this unknown dragon. With a short, whistling howl back, the brute kicked off in a jog. From a distance, the charismatic Delta of Neron must have been either a marvel, or an eyesore to behold. Robin’s egg blue, quite simply, clashed terribly with such a pure gold.
The mysterious creature was fortunately quite easy to spot, due to him being as black as sin. Like a festering sore on the golden skin of a God. Proof of the existence of sin, yes? Baridi had not seen such a welcome sight in years. As he drew closer, his steps faltered as he took in the odd features of this unsuspecting male. The darkest of ebon and the most electric of blues adorned his hide in the form of glassy scales and flared webbing. His eyes, from the angle at which he was standing, seemed to be a yellow as newly lit lanterns. The Neronain crept closer before curling his forepaws under his cream spattered belly, neck arching and thick plumage erect along his spine. The avian-like brute must had looked like half-crazed mixed blood. “Hello! I am Baridi, you see, and curious to know what has brought a traveler here on his lonesome? This is certainly not a day for lonely contemplation.”
He paused then, arrowhead cranium cocked to the side, multicoloured gaze impatient, but elated to have companionship.
it takes a whole lotta' love,
to keep your heart from ...
freezing
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« Reply #3 on May 9, 2009, 12:10pm » | |
The faint sound of a large being moving through the grasses drew his attention, so shifting his weight as he stood he watched. Quite elegant even he had to say so as the other dragon approached, most likely the one that had roared. He took in the other's appearance and almost raised his eyebrow, that one looked strange indeed "Zephyr." He answered with his own name and a faint brief smirk turned the corners of his muzzle as the black behemoth observed.
His head tilted slightly to the side as the other continued to speak and Zephyr chose to reply "I stumbled across this fields perchance." He replied "Being alone doesn't bother me too much either." He tried another smile to get the edge out of his words and looked down, the grasses parted for his form as if they where afraid of him, a sin indeed.
He noticed the other's impatience and again would have raised an eyebrow again if he could. He snorted inwardly and gazed silently at the other once more, not speaking for a while, when he did it was in a form of a question "I can ask the same." He spoke silently then "What are You doing here?" He looked around, as if having disdain of this area. A snort finally made his way out, along with a trickle of flame, startling the black beast for a moment.
He then patted forwards, his claws digging into the soil more as he did so. He circled the other dragon with curiosity. Even he had to admit that it was a while that he saw someone else besides his clan and even then he didn't see everyone in said clan. It only proved how 'anti-social' he was and rather stayed holed up than do social. He folded his wings even tighter against his sides as he stopped in front of the male dragon.
He couldn't deny that he wasn't slightly curious. It also wasn't often that someone approached him to chat, they where still wary of him. The previous group of dragons had found out nonetheless that he was quite a good participant. He cut those thoughts off, there is no need to ramble on and on about nothing after all.
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« Reply #4 on May 10, 2009, 9:55am » | |
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... Baridi [x]
Zephyr? A strange name for a strange creature, he supposed. This beast, it seemed, was a wary one, with all of his twitching. A small smirk here, a tiny tilt of the muzzle there, as if he was still attempting to shake off the initial shock of Baridi’s willing company. It wasn’t his goal, in any manner, to frighten the inkly brute. He was just enjoying the companionship of another who wasn’t entirely focused on the slaughter of thousands, for a war he was still scrambling to understand... Maybe it would be best to approach the situation differently, with just a tad bit less mirth. Not all things were as accepting as he was, it seemed. Settling back on his powdered flanks, Baridi tucked his wings to his sides, forehands coming up to his chest as he fidgeted with the brilliant plumage that lay there. “Zephyr, then? Well met, my friend.” After a moments pause, he gained his previous momentum, all plans of subtlety lost, “I am of the forests of Neron, not by blood, however. And you? Perhaps the mountains of Arkin or the great plains of Dektra?”
‘The plains that we left bloodied. I wonder if they are still busy at burying the bodies?’
Or perhaps they shared the same clan…but Baridi was quite good with faces, and this one was certainly one he had never seen before.
The Neronian chuckled despite himself, slim head tilted to take in his new companions form with his good eye. "By perchance, you say? You must be a newcomer, there are very few who do not know the splendors of the common lands-well, most of them. The deserts, I have heard, are as desolate and dry as hell itself." He paused for a moment, ears flattening to the back of his cranium in a thoughtful expression, "I do not suggest you go there, with scales as dark as night." As dark as sin...As devoid of hue and life as Leurre. Leurre Oh, what a beast that behemoth was, that demon that lived for nothing other than death and slaughter. He was, in so many ways, one of Neron's greatest assets, if only his blood lust could be bottled and trained...Unleashed only when there was an up most of need...
Baridi could not help but feel a sense of pity coil deeply within his gut. No creature, not even Leurre deserved to hold so much rage within himself.
Powdered brows knitted together at Zephyr's string of comments, his spinal column tightening as if someone had poured lead between the vertebra. The urge, no, the instinct to lean away was nearly to much to deny. "Ho-how could you possible take any enjoyment out of being alone? I can not think of a more terrible existence," he shook his plumbed cranium in pure disbelief before sputtering on, "To think, of a life of despair and loneliness," A wry smile wrung a thin line along his muzzle, "You must be far stronger than I." A odd sound was produced from within his chest, too humorless to be a chuckle, and yet it held just enough energy to deflect any opinions of malice.
Any look or reverberation was swiftly replaced with the Delta's trademark grin, any thoughts of desolation and loneliness left to be carried away by winds. Baridi remained still, but openly curious as the smaller male circled him, seemingly hedging with more interest than he had previously thought. Peeking over a lightly dusted shoulder, the odd male clucked thoughtfully with his tongue. "To be honest, this one really has no idea...But, certainly not for the lack of social activity, mind you. Though, I believe, as I am sure you will agree, every one needs an escape from responsibility every few Turns, yes?"
it takes a whole lotta' love,
to keep your heart from ...
freezing
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« Reply #5 on May 12, 2009, 11:38am » | |
He bowed his head briefly "Like wise." He spoke lightly, bowing his head in the general direction "I am from Arkin." He continued "Although I do not feel any real ties too it." A brief snort escaped him and his head turned once more so he could peer at the other with one yellow tinted eye.
He spread his wings slightly in what could go through as a shrug and shook his head slowly. He then slowly nodded "You can say I'm a newcomer indeed." He answered. He then chuckled softly "I wasn't planning to go there either." He spoke, honest. He could handle this place, but the full sun with no shade? No, that would be similar too suicide.
He seemed too know that the other was lost in his thoughts and placed himself down, waiting patiently for the other too snap out of it and continue speaking. He lifted his front paw and looked up at the claws that adorned it briefly. He lifted his gaze when as predicted the other spoke again. His paw lowered and he listened intently. He shrugged at the question though "I do not know." He replied "It is a gift I guess." He smiled briefly now, once more and shook his head as it to push it off.
He briefly frowned "Despair?" He spoke, as if not familiar with that word "I do not see how it relates with despair." He didn't deny that it wasn't lonely though. He wouldn't fight that statement, but sometimes it was indeed nice to squeeze away for a few hours and laze around.
He threw his head suddenly backwards and would have barked out a laugh, also without any humor "Barely." He spoke, replying "It speaks of strength if someone can speak too another." He continued "Being alone is far easier." He tilts his head "But it may depend on the individual you ask..."
He was bemused as the other's expression seemed to change. He shook his head slowly and then nodded "As me." He nodded again, briefly "I do not know either why I am here, if I wished loneliness I could stay into the mountains too." He seemed to trail off with his own thoughts now, but his gaze snapped back too the other brute.
He chuckled suddenly with some humor "Yes, I do agree." He spoke and stretched again "I surely do." He continued to smile, or pulled off something that could go through like one "I think that there isn't anything better than some slacking off..."
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« Reply #6 on May 12, 2009, 4:49pm » | |
A curious form was silhouetted against the bright azure sky, its shape reminiscent of a familiar outline, yet so distorted that it was almost beyond recognition. Indeed, from below, one could easily have mistaken it for an eccentric beast of some sort (which, in a sense, was true), yet upon closer observation, one could just make out the shape of elegant, draconian wings framing the clouds. No, not one pair alone, but two. It was impossible to tell from the ground, but the dragoness (for indeed, it was a dragoness) was a scintillating shade of gold, which would have been blinding, had the onlooker been gazing from above rather than below. The strange, zephyr-like wings beat in a heartbeat-like rhythm, one pair after the other, a long, slender neck extending ahead to an elegant, serpentine head. The long tail tapered to a whip-like end, which flicked in the wind, as if it had a life of its own.
A long, heralding cry danced upon the warm summer breeze, both passionate and beautiful, brushing against the senses of the creature which winged high above. Both pairs of wings halted in their tandem movement for a moment as the note lingered in the air, locking in place as the dragoness glided, angular head tilted sideways towards the sound of the call. Bright, golden eyes swept over the equally golden plains below, which dipped and swayed with the playful wind, rippling like amber waves upon the ocean. Each gust that swept across the grassy expanse caused a wave to wash across the liquid-like surface, making swirling patterns of light and dark that eddied across the grassland. As the sound faded, the two pairs of wings slowly returned to the steady pattern of one beat after the other, although now, the movement seemed slower, more deliberate, more thoughtful. There was an aura of musing about the creature, as if she were trying to decide upon a course of action. On one hand, it was a beautiful day, and despite the fact that she was a being more than used to a solitary existence, she had the inexplicable whim to find company on a day such as today, a kind of feeling which sometimes takes ahold of even the most anti-social creatures during times such as these. She hesitated though. The war had been so recent, the blood of fallen dragons still fresh upon the battlefields, staining the grass crimson. Galatea hoped that the rain would soon wash away the taint from the lands: This had been a totally avoidable war, yet as one thing leads to the next, it had seemed inevitable at the time, at least to the leaders who headed the clans. The femme sighed a small breath of wistfulness. There had been so much unnecessary bloodshed, grief and death that day, and despite the fact that the war was now behind them, she was certain that clan tensions would not ease until much later in the future. Anyhow, coming into contact with dragons of another clan at this time, even upon neutral grounds, could spell more trouble than the situation was worth. For a few minutes, she simply wheeled in circles, easily mistaken below for a hawk, falcon, or some other raptor of the sort, pondering upon her options. She subconsciously noted the presence of yet another, heralded by another, this time harsher roar which echoed across the plains.
Finally, after what seemed to be several long, painstaking minutes, the gold wings clasped closer to her sides, angling downwards as the dragoness began to make her descent towards the field of amber. As she spiraled towards the ground, she aimed her trajectory a little ways away from the two-dragon gathering, not wanting to immediately intrude upon their discussion. She could easily pinpoint their position, as one was huge and ebony of scale (unnervingly similar in build to that of the Neronian battle-leader, Leurre) and the other: Well, there was one word that described his appearance. Bright. The femme had never seen such a curious array of colors on a dragon, but then again, she had never seen a feathered one either. Politely averting her eyes though, she finally lit a few hundred feet away, both pairs of wings extending to catch the air as she came to a gentle landing, grasping the ground with her hind claws in the fashion of wyverns and clasping her wings, one pair after the other, to her sides before settling into a comfortable standing position. Now at eye level with the other dragons, her hide was revealed to be more reptilian in appearance than draconian: The scales which adorned her slight frame were tiny and interlocking, smooth and flawless instead of the large, overlapping scales of Europeans. For the moment, her crest remained lying flat against the ridge of her back to mute the aquamarine glow of the tips of her “mane”. She figured that it would more than likely startle, and perhaps scare off the nearby dragons, if not somehow managing to provoke them into attacking her. Indeed, she was already freakish enough in appearance, why flaunt it more? There was nothing that could be done about the slowly pulsating sky-blue gem which adorned a large portion of her head though, so she resigned herself to the fact that she wouldn’t be able to anticipate the reaction of those who she now shared the grasslands with. Besides the sapphire stone though, her smooth, almost satin-like hide of platinum gold effectively hid her from the view of those who weren’t looking closely, for the golden grasses matched her coloration so closely that it would have been quite an easy feat for her to lay unnoticed amidst the sea of gold. Once again, she seemed hesitant, as if shy to move forwards to approach the two males. She did not believe that either of them were of her clan, but then again, she herself was quite new to Dektra, so it was not unlikely that she simply had not met them before, had they shared a clan with her. Her long, whip-like tail flicked from side to side like that of a cat’s, betraying her discomfort, although it was hardly visible, hidden in the grass. Now that she was actually down here, she really didn’t know how she was suppose to proceed: She was not naturally a very social creature, and although her intentions were good, she seemed very unsure of herself. Uncertain of what to do, she simply settled upon waiting. It would be considerably easier to react to their initiative than take it up herself.
{Meh...sorry about the crappiness x3 Still trying to get back into roleplaying after a bit of a hiatus.}
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« Reply #7 on May 14, 2009, 7:34pm » | |
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... Baridi [x]
'How can one feel apart of some whole and yet not feel connected?'
Strange. Though, not completely stunning or incompetent, as the Delta knew well enough. Acceptance, even just a vague sense of the word, took time and patience to acquire. Not for the faint of heart, so it seems. The ideals of freedom were often so romantic that they easily seduced the unaware into an existence of depravity and despair... He had, however, discovered in his stay that to be a fitting gear amongst the organ and blood of his Clan held its own type of reward. The euphoria of acceptance, the simple valor of being treasure and comforted was all together too much to deny. A friendly chuckle shook his breast, "You should give yourself and your clan mates more time to adjust, it's not easy, this one knows, but the rewards are worth the wait,"after a thought, the odd male continued, unaware of the sensitivity of his questioning, "But, I do want to know, how do the Arkin work? You hear so little of them, and what does come to ear is much too vague." Like an erratic hatchling, he leaned forward, unhealthy anticipation for the marvelous tale coating his eyes. He was truly curious to know of the all elusive mountain dwellers. How they stayed huddled in their caves and hollows to keep their splendors of gems safe from the outside world. Such a chance to learn more was simply too good to pass up.
Baridi chuckled again, but the lack of humor lining the rumble was obvious as he diverted his gaze from his black-ivory companion. Despair was a tricky bastard. It took on the form of what you loved the most... Ah, not now. "Despair comes in hundreds of forms, my friend." The powdered creature grew quite, while grinning mutely, his stiff posture told of his unwillingness to expand on the subject. The winds curled about the golden fields, like the heartbeat of a heavenly behemoth as it pulsated to force it's lifeblood along the earth. It was warm, and sweet with the whispering hope of an impending peace. All the new found rigidity would have melted from the Neronian's solid frame had it not been for the sudden musk that dampened the invisible currents. A sudden and halting sense of nostalgia constricted in his chest. He knew the scent, not unpleasant, but certainly heavy, if there was no better word for its description. Like the captured scent of the earth itself, with the dampness and awkward comfort of a lashing rain. Wyvern.
'Ilizi, Ilizi, Ilizi.'
All notions of the brute standing mere feet from him were lost in a haze of...wonder?
'Have you finally come back to me, my sister?'
A lazy half-smile wrung about Baridi's gentle features, arrowhead muzzled lowering as his frame seemed to move without his command toward what he believed to be his unnatural kin.
'Why would she have come to me? Why did I leave her...what if she is wounded? What if Nadra was in some type of trouble (as she always seemed to be)? What have I done?!'
Blood. There was so much of it...As sudden as the jubilance of a reunion had drugged his happiness; the remembrance of the Delta's last encounter shattered his denial. What was left was, without any rational doubt, the truth, but one that he had been avoiding like a beaten dog cowering from his master. Abandonment. A pathetic whimper leaked from between his chattering jaws as the plumed creature belted into a sprint. The welcoming scent drew him in this direction, though it seemed to be the only sense that worked in his favor. The poor creature, struck stupid and crazed by an honest mistake, had the sudden and near paralyzing feeling that he was drowning in a sea of golden beauty.
Whether he was running to his past or from it only added to his swiftness. Or, well, his short lived adreline rush was thrown into confusion as his fore legs buckled from under him, his erratic momentum causing his haunches to push his frame onto its back. Baridi was momentarily stunned from the sudden collision that caused him to fall into a heap along the dirt. On his back, the odd creature furrowed his brow, but made no attempts to get to his feet and out of his ridiculous situation before someone took notice. No, he simply laid there, chest heaving, but not with the shock or exasperation of his failed journey, but with a pure, almost childlike laughter. Whip like tail suddenly thrashed against the dirt with such a hysterical violence that he was forced to roll to his side. "Zephyr," he rumbled between boasts of humor as his memory floated back to him in chunks, "I am sorry I left your company without much notice, but perhaps you help me a bit?" Because, well, the powered blue Delta may be crying out in laughter, but the whole thing still hurt pretty damn bad.
Setting his pointed head onto the earth to stifle any lasting giggles (which he was boarder lining on, Baridi had never been one for self-respect) he looked about, multicolored gaze searching for whatever had triggered such a situation. When nothing of rational blame came into his view, he lifted his crown, feather-fanned ears swiveled forward as he continued his search. Whatever the cause, it felt...soft? Suddenly concerned that he may have caused another creature pain, not matter how unintentional, the Neronian struggled to his feet, though only succeeding to fall back onto his powdered haunches. He groaned softly to ease the sudden pain, "Hello? My...ah, apologies? If there is anyone there, this one is not sure."
Sliding back to the ground, Baridi sighed with a soft smile to linger.
'What a interesting day this is becoming.'
it takes a whole lotta' love,
to keep your heart from ...
freezing
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« Reply #8 on May 18, 2009, 1:15pm » | |
(I've entered the plain of master RPers *bows down too suddenly*)
"Yes." He spoke, slightly stepping forwards to pass the other, although not to be brutal. He just wanted to move, to get the nervous energy out of his body "I guess you're right." He lowered his hooked beak and parted his jaws briefly, letting air in his enormous lungs with a sound like water rushing over something, quite strange he mused too himself for a moment, then shook the thought off.
He blinked when the other asked a question and reared his head back, raising it as high into the sky as he could "Arkin?" He questioned, as if confused about the name, but then a small grin broke the muzzle again "I'm afraid I can't tell much of it." He spoke, tilting his head to regard the other. His suspicions of the other not being from Arkin where confirmed with the question he asked, not that he minded too terrible "I don't know much of their inner working myself." He grins lightly almost as if to apology for the lack of knowledge that he was in.
He nods his head slightly, gazing away with an odd look in his eyes "So it does." Obvious he had lost himself in his thoughts once more It's curious that I'm talking, it seems that I'm not shy around him for some reason.. A curious look overtook the draconian snout Is it his character that make me talk willingly? He continued pondering It's not often that I find someone so polite.. He shook his head slowly and looked down, between his claws at the soil It's a nice change though. He parted jaws lightly and raised his front paw and licked it briefly like a cat. His teeth then pulling on the claws adorning it.
He also had noticed the others unwillingness to continue on the subject they had just entered, being fast to take up such signs though he stopped talking, not that it was difficult to do and tries to change the subject unsuccessfully. His eyes closed as the wind stroked the ebony colored scales, able to lose himself yet again in thoughts that he didn't want to be in; yet, nose thrills widened as a scent entered his nose, eyes snapped open and he jerked his head back, making it raise tall as he looked around for the source also Wha..? His mind supplied helpfully, making him blink harder again That's weird. He didn't spot anything for now, but it just could be him.
He was again pushed out of his daze though as the other bounced away after grinning. It didn't register into his mind until the strange dragon was a great distance away. His head swiveling again, he turned and ran also, to follow as his wings spread slightly to the side so he could keep his balance. He seemed in shock as the other seemed to stumble and tumble down after a rather ungraceful sliding too a stop. He shook his head slightly, almost amused and slowed himself too "I would be more careful if I where you.." He commented idly, showing a small amused grin once more.
He finally stopped next too the fallen beast and looked slightly down "Of course." He replied, as the other asked for help, he was maybe laughing as he was amused, but he still helped other dragons if they asked for it. He moved himself so that he could push against the other, and push he did as he helped the fallen behemoth too his feet or rather too his haunches. The dragon seemed disoriented and he had to refrain from raising his front paw again to wave it in front of the other's snout.
He was rather puzzled as the other laughed, although it wasn't that puzzling that someone laughed, but it was now at the 'why'. It was obvious by the way he tilted his head, concern briefly showing in troubled yellow eyes "Are you okay?" The black beast finally asked, after a short hesitating pause as if he considered if it where a safe question to ask.
He also looked up as the other spoke again, a frown would have pulled his brow down as he couldn't spot anything, but looking into the general direction of the sun prevented him from looking that well "What?" He said softly. He also looked around, still not spotting something, although slowly blinking when he did "Oh, hello there.." He greeted softly.
He shifted his whole body to the side slightly Two pair of wings? He thought too himself once more That is indeed something you don't see often. He mused, oh well. He would stay friendly "Who are you?" He seemed hesitant again, curling more into himself as he did so as if he where afraid that she would suddenly decide to ask.
He took her own signs of nervous tension as signs that meant that she was aggressive, although how he came too that conclusion would stay a mystery.
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« Reply #9 on Jul 13, 2009, 8:43am » | |
Her entrance, at first, had seemed to have gone unnoticed, which, by her measure, was not necessarily a bad situation to wind up in. This was considering that she needn’t make a speedy exit any time within the near future, as she had no particular place to be on this day of days, and if her presence went undetected, they would not mind her proximity to the location which the two had chosen to socialize in. After a moment, she was lulled into the sense of security that she was neither a nuisance to them, nor did they mind her being there. The warm summer breeze washed over the golden sea of grasses, their thin stems shushing gently across each other as they rippled in unison, creating a soundscape somewhat reminiscent of waves upon the sand, the sun giving rise to a honey-hued light as it swept across the plains. It was one of those rare moments when everything which revolved around the world seemed to stop, pause in whatever business, however urgent or insignificant…and breathed. It seemed impossible to care about anything at this moment in time, as if everything had become unimportant in the bat of an eyelid, and everyone remembered to stop by the wayside to sit in the sun-warmed grass or smell a rose. This was the aura which now washed over the gold-clad femme who remained half-hidden in the grasses, half hiding, half wanting to be found. The deep rumbles and lighter baritone voice were muffled by the distance, the noise now one which blended into the rich tapestry of sound which wove itself in and around Galatea. She felt like she could stay here forever, a moment which she would remember, a memory which she would escape to when life caught up with her in the future. For now though, it was all she could do to live in the moment, and for a few giddy minutes, she believed that it could last forever.
As fickle as always, the wind suddenly shifted, dancing in an erratic pattern to its own tune before catching itself and returning (somewhat reluctantly) to blowing in one general direction, now the reverse of its earlier path. The blue-gilt femme, still in a trance-like state, hardly noticed it, but if she didn’t now, she quickly discovered so very soon. Never given the chance to regain her bearings when she became aware of the wind’s change in course, she had just enough time to snap her eyes open and catch a glimpse of a huge form storming towards her, its colors a frenetic, seemingly disordered array of prismatic hues.
Oh my god, I’m going to die by overweight, finger-painted elephant, was the only fully formed thought that had time to run through her head before…whatever was going to happen.
She bit back a squawk of alarm as she braced herself to be thoroughly mauled and trampled, but after a few tense seconds, the only thing that seemed to have struck her was a gust of wind which buffeted her face, mane and wings as whatever it was blew by. Tentatively, she opened her eyes again to peer about herself timidly. Who knew where the thing had gone? Heck, it might even come around for another shot at her! Thoroughly startled, she forgot her caution and straightened up to full height, crest erect and quivering slightly from the recent shock, tapered, angular head swiveling to try and catch a glimpse of her attacker. First, her gaze fell upon the dark male, one of the two she had seen earlier, coming her way. He still had a little ways to go though, so he was not her immediate worry. She would deal with that later. Her eyes continued to search the ground for something that apparently wasn’t there. That thing couldn’t simply have vanished into thin air now, could it?
Just as she began to think that she would never find the culprit, a bright streak led her gaze to a jumble of colorful feathers just a little ways from where she sat. Her eyes widened at the sight. Yes, this was certainly the colorful terror which had apparently been out to get her. Indeed, now it looked considerably less threatening, when lying in a heap in the dirt, surrounded by a small meadow of flattened grass, which showed a trail where the creature seemed to have skidded to an ungraceful halt. It, for lack of a better word (she had never seen so queer of a creature), now appeared considerably smaller, bundled on the ground. It was likely the fact that she had been all but crouched when it had come barreling towards her that had given her the false impression of its towering size. Cautiously, she ducked her head a little closer, studying it. It seemed to be…quivering, and emitting the strangest of sounds, which seemed to be rather muffled. If she looked carefully, she could see a limb sticking out here, what seemed to be a wing there. Suddenly, the whole mass shifted without any forewarning, and she jerked back in surprise, watching it as if it were a snake, poised to strike. As it moved though, the form resolved itself and the blurry lines caused by ruffled feathers, into the shape of a…dragon? If it were, then it had to be the strangest looking dragon she had ever seen, her own outlandishly peculiar appearance momentarily forgotten. Ruffling her wings slightly to settle them from the shock, she eyed the creature, apparently male, from his voice, as she flicked her tail to release some of the tension.
Ouch. That hurt.
She glanced down at the offending limb to find a gash on her whip-like appendage, one that had apparently gotten there of its own accord. She puzzled over it for a fraction of a second, wondering where she had gotten this bleeding wound from. Ah, the “collision”. Judging by the feathered dragon’s undignified posture, he had likely tripped over her unminded tail when she had been so…distracted. It figured, what with the shock of being “jumped out” on, she hadn’t noticed the pain. That was, until now. It was certainly making itself very clear, and in a very plaintive manner. Instinctively, she drew upon the power which welled within her, and in the blink of an eye, fresh muscle, tissue, skin and scales had filled the gash, healing the injury without even a scar to show for her efforts. Satisfied that the wound had been taken care of, her worry once again surfaced as she glanced over at the downed male, first for his well being, then, as his ebon companion approached, as her uncertainty and shyness arose again. If it weren’t for this distraction, she would immediately have offered her services to the feathered male, if only from the guilt which pooled in her from the knowledge that she might be the cause of his injuries, if any.
Before she could think of a course of action, both males had already spoken, both of their statements apparently directed towards her. Uncertain of how to reply, she scrambled to find a half-decent answer.
”I…yes…that would be me,” she finished somewhat lamely, after attempting to answer all the questions at the same time. She decided that keeping her mouth shut until she could organize her thoughts would likely be her best bet, so, now that her cover was blown, she did simply that. Shut up.
{Sorry for the really late reply and the “blahness” of the post. I tend to ramble when I get tired xD My apologies!}
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« Reply #10 on Jul 14, 2009, 7:47am » | |
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... Baridi [x]
After the golden females near inaudible confession, there was a sudden moment of silence, one in which even the winds stilled about them, as if in anticipation for some epic meeting of these three behemoths, of some great conflict of relation, though they had little idea of the distinctness and separation of their loyalties. It took a moment, but the powdered blue brute peeked from beneath his brows, his multicoloured gaze settling over his shoulder to linger upon the newest of their group. Wyvern. Baridi, however, was not one for the silence about him, and took little notice to his companions preferences. Once pinpointing the poor femme, he froze for a moment, as if his very flesh had been turned to stone; he had concluded that, perhaps, the nature of his current condition was not simply caused by a misplaced paw, but by another…however, facing the possible ramifications filled him with a guilt that forced him to take a sharp intake of breath, a piercing whistle against the slick curl of his beak.
The tension along his hindquarters soon presented itself too much to bear and with his sudden pain all but numbed for the moment, he bounded forward, quickly removing much room between them, expression wild as he tilted his muzzle to avoid bumping into the gentle curve her delicate cheek. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Sorry… I never meant to cause…I’m sorry, sorry…” Whatever else was muttered from his jowls was swiftly lost amongst the commotion of the wry grasses against his powdered hide. Without recognition of the outright offense of his presence was of all likeliness arousing, Baridi swept over her spindly form, before pacing around her frame in a half-circle, wedge head frantically searching for any evidence of injury, plumage flowing erect along his spine, like the burning flames of the sun as reflected on the blue of an ocean. Being able to find no such visible sign he reared back onto his hindlimbs, the Delta’s forepaws coming to his chest, a nervous habit of his, to worry at the plumage there. Shifting over somewhere beside her, but finally giving her enough distance to at least react, he settled himself, as finding that his ability to stand brought on the painful reality of his condition.
Outwardly, the odd plummed creature seemed to have relaxed, that his self imposed adrenaline rush had finally worn itself out (or, he had finally grown tired of himself, but all who knew him, certainly knew better) and he proceeded with more cautiously. Though, one should note, that this sudden calm was not for sake of his own safety, no, but to prevent any further harm to befall his new, shining companion. Biting back a groan, he leant forward a bit, doe ears flicking forward as he searched out her face, “I am certainly sorry to ruin your lovely day,” Baridi smiled sincerely, though it was tightly drawn across his facial features, ironically any pain was not present in his steady gaze as he sought hers, “Please, allow me to mend things, are you…” He swallowed suddenly, paws stilling their worry at his chest, “Hurt?”
Whilst Baridi waited for this unfortunate creatures quip upon her welfare, he, well, began to actually look at her. And, my, was this young girl a sight! Queerest he had ever seen, for sure, but then again, he himself was not what one would dub as normality in the draconic mainstream. But, oh my! Her hide, this wondrous dragoness possessed, glittered within the spotlight of the sun like a burning star, her golden scales nearly melding; one into the other, like the very heart’s blood of a star was flowing beneath her skin. Starlight…”Nyota.” It was nothing more than a mumble, a miniscule confession that even the strange brute paid a moment to wonder if it even passed from his mouth, or was simply a long decaying prayer from the winds, a final thought from a far away place. It seemed, amusingly enough, that there was not a hint of common ground when it came to this…Nyota, yes, when it came to her appearance. The behemoth herself, was thinly framed, with a thick mane of flaxen tendrils sprouting from her spine, each as brilliant as the next, combining to create such a complexion that Baridi was sure that the grasses about them looked upon her with nothing but envy. Following this flow, was…another set of wings? Taking a moment, he simply stared, head tilting this way and that, before the sight sunk in. It made sense, in some queer way, that such an odd dragoness would also have…these extra appendages. Though startling, it was not the feature he was most drawn to, no, such a curiosity was held by the jewel, as pure as a youngling sapphire, set delicately within the skin of her forehead. It was brilliant, to say the very least and…
‘Beautiful, if not a little strange, but absolutely exotic the very least.’
“Ah, come look, Zephyr,” Who he had completely forgotten about in prior moments, “I had always believed I was the oddest painted creature here! How naďve of me! She’s rather exotic, isn’t she?” Turning his attention back to Nyota, a soft smile pulled at the ends of his lips, gaze softening as he attempted to meet hers once again, “My, miss, you certainly are a gorgeous one, aren’t you?” Baridi nodded to himself, before reaching to tuck a paw under his chin in contemplation, “What I wouldn’t do for an extra set of wings, yes? Though, I figure it would take some time to learn how to maneuver…but how wonderful!” Rustling his sunset stained wings, the Delta of Neron held out a hand to her, palm facing the blue of the sky, bony appendages flexing, mind shifting as swiftly as the cracks of his knuckles, “Nyota? Yes, suits you fine, unless, of course, you have a prior engagement with a calling…” His extensive smile was nothing if not sincere, a multicoloured gaze bottling a childish pleasure that he had not felt in years.
it takes a whole lotta' love,
to keep your heart from ...
freezing
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