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Draco Knight of Thracia Lenster, at your service.[[Closed RP blog affiliated with FERP. Tracking #altennate.]]

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[[All three of my muses for FERP masquerade! man4flowers and arcwindsage are my other two.]]

[fireemblem-rp]

Send a potion to:

🍄 – make my muse taller for the duration of 1 ask ☕️  – make my muse shorter for 1 ask 💇 – change my muse’s hair to a colour of your choice for 1 ask 🎵 – change my muse’s voice to something you choose for 1 ask (higher, lower, animal noises…) 🐽 – give my muse a laguz feature of your choice (or, if laguz already, take one feature of your choice away)

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Send a symbol to:

💃– ask my muse to dance 🙈 – pretend to be another muse (specify who)  💋 – steal a kiss (specify where) 🎩 – steal part of a costume (specify what) 🌷 – ask to take a break outside 👓 – ask my muse to take off their mask ❗ – try to rip my muse’s mask off 🍷 – bring my muse something to eat or drink  💁  – ask to sit and talk for a while 💌 – tell my muse a secret 😳 – get my muse to tell a secret

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Little Clinic {Altenna&Lissa}

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“Ah… thank you,” Altenna limped over to the table and hoisted herself onto it. She winced, ow, she didn’t mean to put the pressure on her shoulder. Something had definitely been pulled there. “Sorry for the inconvenience… I ran into a group of bandits on the way to this town. Something about a raid.”

Altenna gave a little pause before continuing her inquiry, “By the way, you wouldn’t happen to have anything for wyverns, would you? My mount, Hagar, is a bit scratched up, too… nothing particularly bad, I’m pretty sure this wound right here is longer than the largest of hers, but she did get in a fight with another wyvern, so…”

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[Social Media AU] @crimeanpaladin laNCES?? lancesssss. hmu for lancetalk, paladin friend.

@altennate lances!! let’s talk sparring. does 8 sharp tomorrow morning in the courtyard sound good to you??

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altennate:

@crimeanpaladin, little busy at 8 (wyvern feeding)! :( how does 9 suit you?

@altennate 9 sounds good!! miiiight be a bit late though. gotta make my brothers’ breakfast

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@crimeanpaladin no worries, friend. i know how brothers are :P

[heartofchonsin]

"Pardon me, ma'am," Altenna squinted through her decidedly misbehaving hair, trying desperately to keep the thick locks from obscuring her vision rather ineffectually with her arms. A cursory look at the woman in question showed evidence that she would most likely be of assistance, given her local garb. "You wouldn't happen to know where I could get a proper headband around this area, would you? I'm afraid I've... misplaced mine, so to speak."

Say’ri took stock of the person who had hailed her. While she couldn’t comment on where this soldier had come from, she could at least offer aid to somebody who was in need of it. And brigands usually didn’t seem quite so polite or well-groomed.

“Of course,” Say’ri said smoothly, and reached into her coat. She retrieved a clean double of her own, and offered it with an open hand.

“I always carry a spare, and ‘tis no effort at all to pick up another at market. Would this suffice for your needs? If not, well, to market for the both of us.”

[heartofchonsin]

altennate:

“Ah… you have my thanks,” Altenna gratefully accepted the white cloth and once more bound her abundant bangs away from her eyes. Being able to see again was a blessing in and of itself. 

“I’m afraid my mount, Hagar, has been exceptionally rowdy these past few days… it is nearing the wyverns’ nesting season, and she’s feeling antsy, being so far from home,” the foreigner explained. Like most Thracian wyvern riders, she’d trusted Hagar to her own devices (mostly just hunting game) while venturing into town, but soon enough the call of a winter’s hibernation would grow louder than Altenna’s own sharp whistle. “I came on hearsay that there was a nesting ground nearby, that she could spend the cooler months among her own, but those places tend to be elusive.”

Altenna chuckled as a thought occurred to her, “Perhaps it’s best if you directed me to the market regardless… I’m likely to require more than a few of my own spares before I’m off to find this Wyvern Valley place again, and the least I could do is to replace the one you gave me for you, too.”

“Of course,” Say’ri said. She pointed down the road they stood upon, to the tall trails of smoke that extended above the bump of the hill, “The campfires lead us hence, and company can only do me well.”

She smiled, happy to make a new friend.

“Ah, such mounts need their freedom as much as they need a firm hand in the saddle,” she said, “I have heard such a place exists, but I could not guide you there, alas.”

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"You have my gratitude," Altenna thanked her, beginning to follow the line of smoke. The band against her forehead felt unusual as she gave her head a deep nod, rather like an abbreviated curtsey. She supposed it was the difference in the material here, which was a much thicker substance than the tattered band she usually wore.

"Yes... though I find that an adequate amount of freedom leads to a wyvern's self-sufficiency in the field of battle. Their instincts become honed on their own, and it takes very little guidance then to lead one on to the fight," the draco knight grinned. "Ah, which reminds me... my name is Altenna. Glad to meet you."

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Little Clinic {Altenna&Lissa}

{ ♦ }      -     Usually these weekends had been busy for the princess, running back and forth, offering her free healthcare to the less fortunate.  But, here she sat, stave in hand and no request for a healing.

It was quite odd, but Lissa tried to shrug it off.  Maybe next weekend, she’d be up to the nose with patients. 

       The princess had paced back and forth, contemplating on what to do.  Should she put down her stave and take the day off, or continue to wait?

Her questions had been answered however, when the door to her little clinic had suddenly burst open. 

      “W-what!? Who-”

The iron grip she currently had on her stave loosened at the sight.  It had only been another person and not some brigand on the loose. 

…But wait. Were they bleeding?

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"Sorry for making a mess of your floor," Altenna apologized, a note of dry humor in her voice as she limped in. Her partially-torn maroon skirt dragged across the ground, leaving lines of blood. "Ran into some bandits on the outside of town... I swear, not all of this is mine."

That was, in truth, the summarized version of all that had happened to her. On the way to town, her wyvern's fins had flared into their alert stance, most likely signaling hostile foes. Altenna knew that Hagar wasn't one to get distracted by potential dinners mid-flight, and a quick circumspect scan confirmed it-- there was another wyvern in the sky, making the movements of a learned mercenary scout. She followed them, then, as stealthily as she could in the sky and then on the ground. The scout belonged to a company ten strong, and Altenna couldn't help overhearing their plans to loot whatever village happened to be nearby. The rest, they say, is history, and the advantage of surprise (plus a giant flying lizard) gave Altenna more than enough favor for victory.

"I got into a bit of... a skirmish," she gestured to her leg, which she'd wrapped shoddily with a strip of her skirt. There would be no salvaging the article of clothing, anyways. "They managed to get a slice in on my leg, and I think I might've pulled my shoulder, but I did 'em twenty times worse."

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[Social Media AU] @crimeanpaladin laNCES?? lancesssss. hmu for lancetalk, paladin friend.

@altennate lances!! let’s talk sparring. does 8 sharp tomorrow morning in the courtyard sound good to you??

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@crimeanpaladin, little busy at 8 (wyvern feeding)! :( how does 9 suit you?

[man4flowers-blog]

Send me ↔️ for our muses to clothes-swap!

((So the MUN has something to look forward to after work ;3 ))

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Rush Hour || Altenna + Aversa

[hero-of-nohr-indie]

“Darling, I’ve already almost died once, let’s not push my luck. Stopping Phila before she arrives at Plegia Castle sounds easiest. Gangrel locked her up shortly before the incident, but a man named Basilio broke her out. If we can stop Basilio, the incident will solve itself. Or we can capture her before Gangrel does…” Aversa flinched in pain and put a hand to her forehead. “Gods, this is giving me a headache. I’d like to rescue the girl without getting anyone else killed in the process, but there’s a lot to account for…”

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“Well… maybe I’m not the most politically knowledgeable out there,” Altenna scoured her limited court experiences as she spoke slowly. “But it sounds like if we prevent this Basilio guy from rescuing her, then she’ll stay a captive, which sounds a lot like war prisoner leverage to me. There could be a lot of issues with that, you know, like… war reparations, and stuff? Basically political blackmail, which I wouldn’t put past your evil dad.”

She thought some more and eventually suggested, “If we can’t take out the people who eventually kill her… maybe, is it possible we could sabotage the weapons? Like… filing the wood underneath the point of a lance so it breaks, or replacing bowstrings with flimsy ones that’ll snap if you pull them too far. Spilling ink on spellbooks, or swapping axeheads so that they’re really really heavy on one side? That sort of stuff. I’m sure you’d have access to the armories, right?”

[hero-of-nohr-indie]

“Oh, Gods…” Aversa put her hand to her face, exasperated. “That’s a great idea. It really is. But Phila and her girls got killed by Risen. Ones that I summoned. I never needed a tome to do that, and the Risen themselves came armed and ready, so there’s not really any sort of sabotage we can do. …Maybe if I just talk to the old me? It’s worth a try…”

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“Undead come armed?” Altenna looked incredibly impressed by this revelation. “Wow. That’s like infinite free weapons and training... summon these Risen things, take the weapons, give them to recruits and then let the recruits beat on the undead until they don’t suck anymore. Must’ve been one hell of an army.”

Trying not to distract herself from the matter at hand, she added, “Though, uh, you probably don’t have any experience in it, how’d you even react if you saw a copy of yourself just sorta... pop up? ‘Cause if it happened to me, I’d probably stab the impostor. That would be really bad on the you-staying-alive front, but if you’re pretty sure past-you won’t stab now-you... gods, this is confusing.”

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Oh no wyvern headcanons

[[I’m going to be using these for Hagar, Altenna’s wyvern, but other draco knights shouldn’t feel obligated to follow suit because they are dumb headcanons anyways. Under cut.]]

Physical Headcanons:

Wyverns are super intelligent creatures. I would not say like... as smart as an adult human, but most certainly smarter than parrots, with the intellect of a child of 5ish years instead of 3ish years. Which, quite frankly, is better in terms of temper tantrums anyways.

Thracia in particular is very laissez-faire about wyvern care, regardless of what other countries feel about it. There is little livestock and a lot of game, so it’s perfectly all right to leave them be to hunt for their dinner.

Depending on where a wyvern comes from, there are local variations on their appearances. Hagar in particular comes from a long line of domesticated wyverns bred in part for their ferocity and in part for their gorgeous verdant color. 

As a result of hailing from both durable seaside-origin wyverns and dexterous forest wyverns, Hagar has sensitive neck ruffs from her forest heritage that function much the way whiskers do for balance and object detection. Her wings are also comparatively broad as a result of her seaside ancestors, and there is a faint webbing between her toes.

Theoretically speaking, a plains wyvern of the same headcanon would be a sandy brown-green with larger horns and spines and exceptional speed, and a mountains wyvern would be the most robustly built with thick scales and developed claw-grips.

So basically Seaside Wyverns = Def/Spd asset, Forest Wyverns = Skl/Spd asset, Plains Wyverns = Str/Spd asset, and Mountain Wyverns = Str/Def asset.You can tell I spent too much time thinking about this.

Wyverns live to roughly the same lifespan as a human, making them ideal as lifelong battle partners.

Behavioral Headcanons:

There are three wyvern “seasons”. Spring (March and April) is the Mating Season, the summer and autumn are roaming seasons, and the winter (late November to mid-February) is Nesting Season (aka everyone wants to go home and sleep for 3 months).

Like most other lizards of low population, female wyverns are capable of parthenogenesis. Which, yes, means possibly-lesbian dragons who can clone themselves.

Wyverns impress each other with complicated aerial displays. Including Wronski Feints and loop-de-loops and spearing birds midair.

In the winter there are giant lizard cuddlepiles and they take turns being on the bottom because then that wyvern has to be the one to patrol the nesting grounds. They gather together in the winter because they get sluggish and sleepy and there is safety in numbers.

Wyverns are more or less behaviorally similar to cats. They will groom themselves and purr and toy with their food if given the opportunity. Heaven forbid somebody discover a wyvernnip like catnip though.

[heartofchonsin]

"Pardon me, ma'am," Altenna squinted through her decidedly misbehaving hair, trying desperately to keep the thick locks from obscuring her vision rather ineffectually with her arms. A cursory look at the woman in question showed evidence that she would most likely be of assistance, given her local garb. "You wouldn't happen to know where I could get a proper headband around this area, would you? I'm afraid I've... misplaced mine, so to speak."

Say’ri took stock of the person who had hailed her. While she couldn’t comment on where this soldier had come from, she could at least offer aid to somebody who was in need of it. And brigands usually didn’t seem quite so polite or well-groomed.

“Of course,” Say’ri said smoothly, and reached into her coat. She retrieved a clean double of her own, and offered it with an open hand.

“I always carry a spare, and ‘tis no effort at all to pick up another at market. Would this suffice for your needs? If not, well, to market for the both of us.”

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“Ah… you have my thanks,” Altenna gratefully accepted the white cloth and once more bound her abundant bangs away from her eyes. Being able to see again was a blessing in and of itself. 

“I’m afraid my mount, Hagar, has been exceptionally rowdy these past few days… it is nearing the wyverns’ nesting season, and she’s feeling antsy, being so far from home,” the foreigner explained. Like most Thracian wyvern riders, she’d trusted Hagar to her own devices (mostly just hunting game) while venturing into town, but soon enough the call of a winter’s hibernation would grow louder than Altenna’s own sharp whistle. “I came on hearsay that there was a nesting ground nearby, that she could spend the cooler months among her own, but those places tend to be elusive.”

Altenna chuckled as a thought occurred to her, “Perhaps it’s best if you directed me to the market regardless… I’m likely to require more than a few of my own spares before I’m off to find this Wyvern Valley place again, and the least I could do is to replace the one you gave me for you, too.”

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Rush Hour || Altenna + Aversa

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perverse-sorceress-aversa:

“Darling, I’ve already almost died once, let’s not push my luck. Stopping Phila before she arrives at Plegia Castle sounds easiest. Gangrel locked her up shortly before the incident, but a man named Basilio broke her out. If we can stop Basilio, the incident will solve itself. Or we can capture her before Gangrel does…” Aversa flinched in pain and put a hand to her forehead. “Gods, this is giving me a headache. I’d like to rescue the girl without getting anyone else killed in the process, but there’s a lot to account for…”

“Well... maybe I’m not the most politically knowledgeable out there,” Altenna scoured her limited court experiences as she spoke slowly. “But it sounds like if we prevent this Basilio guy from rescuing her, then she’ll stay a captive, which sounds a lot like war prisoner leverage to me. There could be a lot of issues with that, you know, like... war reparations, and stuff? Basically political blackmail, which I wouldn’t put past your evil dad.”

She thought some more and eventually suggested, “If we can’t take out the people who eventually kill her... maybe, is it possible we could sabotage the weapons? Like... filing the wood underneath the point of a lance so it breaks, or replacing bowstrings with flimsy ones that’ll snap if you pull them too far. Spilling ink on spellbooks, or swapping axeheads so that they’re really really heavy on one side? That sort of stuff. I’m sure you’d have access to the armories, right?”

[amour-where-that-came-from]

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sesquipedalia-spells-and-science:

Miriel chuckled. “Well, there isn’t much chance of that happening. Thanks to our tactician’s bravery, that dark god is decidedly and wholly deceased. Permanently.” Miriel smiled contentedly as she stared out at the river. The sun was setting, and it cast a brilliant shine over the flowing waters. “I believe this a good place to stop for now. I’ve learned more about your time in the past half hour than I had ever known in the whole of my life.” Miriel struggled to a standing position and offered a hand to help Altenna up. “For this, I thank you.”

“Well, you never know. Gods do weird stuff sometimes, like come back into existence at bad times,” Altenna shrugged. She added, “Though, of course, you’d have to ask someone more religiously knowledgeable than myself for specifics.

“I’m glad I could help with the research, though,” Altenna’s lip curled into a good-humored smile as she stood with a stretch. With a note of dry humor, she suggested, “Any time you feel like talking about the other three generations we missed today, you know where to find me.”

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Level Grind || Arena || OPEN

The Outrealms, thought Altenna, could be a place for discovering oneself. Or a place for discovering a truly preposterous quantity of asshole brigands, either way. The fact of the matter was that perhaps, after the Revolution on her home continent, she might have fallen a bit out of practice with her mage-combat, and she’d only barely escaped the last encounter alive.

Wind mages, thunder mages... it made her shudder to think of them. Riding atop a draco brooked no space for weakness, and her resistance was truly very poor to begin with. It was ridiculous... had her birth mother not been a troubadour of the first degree, an expert with defending against mages?

The only hope she had for herself was to kill them forcefully and kill them quickly-- two tasks she had little difficulty with. Few people paralleled Altenna for strength and speed, but if enough foes came at her, she would be in serious trouble.

And so, she’d applied for a turn at the training arena that had just opened at the local Outrealm Gate, and waited behind the steel gate for her opponent, Gae Bolg in hand.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” she said out loud. Her wyvern screeched in agreement.

[amour-where-that-came-from]

[amour-where-that-came-from]

“That depends on how one defines mass slaughter. Both Plegia and Ylisse ultimately suffered by Validar’s hand. That’s not to say we could not recover, but many an unfortunate village perished on his command. Not to mention the soldiers and the sacrifices to Grima… ‘Twas a rather bloody ordeal in all senses of the word. And though I am not familiar with ‘Evil Dad Bingo’, I am certain that Validar would be the champion.” 

A twinge of doubt shown in Miriel’s confident smirk. “Though, it’s entirely possible he has begun reform. Validar recently spent some time with the Shepherds, even allowing me to study his dark magic. One of my comrades even developed some manner of… relation with him. Then, he vanished without a trace. Even now, I haven’t the foggiest idea what went through his mind.”

[altennate-blog]

“Yeah, uh, that definitely counts as mass-slaughter for Evil Dad Bingo,” Altenna looked disgusted. She tried to explain, “Evil Dad Bingo is just kind of... a catch-all of traits associated with evil dads? Like, uh, religious fanaticism, assassinating parental figures, affinity for blood magic, leader of important country? Just kind of... things that a lot of evil dads have in common. And then, like a Bingo board, if the right combination lines up, then they’re probably evil. Being a dad is the free space.”

Altenna paused thoughtfully, a note of solemnity coming to her countenance, “I don’t know if evil dads are reformable. It’s as if they can’t swallow their pride, and say they were wrong all those years. I think being really, stupidly stubborn might be a trait of theirs. I guess, maybe, he was trying to convert you? Who knows... but nobody makes a change like that overnight. I’m sure you’ll come across him again... even if he just shows up with a new vessel for his dark god, or something like that.”

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

Up a Tree || Sumia + Altenna

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

Sumia heard the call from below. Someone had come by! This was rather good news, or at least the knight hoped it was. Their words were cautious but that didn’t mean they were dangerous. In fact they might think that there was danger afoot. After all she had abandoned her things in her quest to rescue the cat.

Sumia tried to peer down, but the way the branches and trees were position she couldn’t get a good look back down into the field.

“Um…I’m up here! In the tree!“ Sumia hoped that since their voice carried that her’s would as well. How badly would her luck be if a potential rescuer couldn’t hear her? “I think I’m stuck!”

[altennate-blog]

Hagar discreetly flicked her neck ruff and nosed the air around her-- a signal Altenna knew more or less signified that Hagar could smell someone in distress. Of course... she also did the same thing when scenting out her prey, so Altenna deftly tied the reins to a nearby tree.

“Stay,” the rider entreated, pinning her wyvern with a firm voice and eye contact. “Be on guard.”

The wyvern merely snorted and craned her neck towards a tree further left. Altenna heard what sounded like a muffled shout the treetops, and she squinted, keeping an eye out for someone among their branches. All things considered, the source wasn’t terribly difficult to spot, her silver hair and regalia sticking out from the leaves like a sore thumb. Military... but then, what was she doing up a tree?

“Hello,” she called out to the woman in the tree. Altenna was hardly going to just leave her there, after all. “And, do you need assistance?”