Skywrath Mage

My name is Dragonus. I fight for the radiant on behalf of the Skywrath and my secret love.

[askskywrath-blog]

Dragonus lay down with his head in a solemn bow, piece by piece unraveling to thin air; In existence no more.

[askskywrath-blog]

I never got a chance to know you but I hope you find better things. Glad you are looking out and taking care of yourself

Thank you. 

My relationship with dota can be summarized as follows: too old and tired to worry. I mean the game itself as well, not just the roleplaying stuff.

[askskywrath-blog]

I am done with the dota community as a whole and not just the rp lore side. I think for the sake of my sanity, I should leave this game forever.

Thanks to anyone who interacted with but yeah I am done. Sorry to all my followers who enjoy my writing but it’s for my health. Goodbye

[new-age-of-knowledge]

//I’m only sort of dead//

[askskywrath-blog]

^

[askskywrath-blog]

Happy new year to the dota roleplaying community. 

[vengeanceismymistress]

*gives you a present* On the inside is something very special! *The bound Skywrath*

Another present from a Greymage delivered to her house. Seems like the Holidays were really influencing the mood and everyone became generous. And yet there was something Shendelzare couldn’t expect, that she even jumped back from the opened gift.. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” @askskywrath 

[askskywrath-blog]

vengeanceismymistress

The spirit stood up and folded her arms, still maintaining the eye contact: “Because I knew he would kill you?” - the woman tilted her head, watching Dragonus massaging his wings. This sight somehow stung her heart, but was it compassion or envy - she didn’t know herself, - “Letting someone kill a skywrath like a trapped animal - tied and helpless - isn’t something I would ever permit.” “You never noticed what?” - she suddenly sounded concerned, - “Are you hurt?” - Shendelzare gave him another searching look and, after a short hesitation, offered him a hand. Getting up wasn’t as easy for someone with skywrath leg anatomy, and even though some part of her would definitely enjoy the sight and feeling of being superior in it - technically Dragonus was her guest. She didn’t forget all of her manners.  

Without a word Dragonus took the offered hand and stood up, still holding on to her for balance. He still avoided looking at her. There was something not quite right… when his hand entwined with her’s, it felt cold, lifeless but there was a hidden warmth still, as if to say Shendelzare, the real Shendelzare, still existed. It was far easier to think of Shendelzare as nothing but a pure spirit of vengeance. To understand she felt hurt, disappointment, depression like an actual person…he didn’t want to think about it. The Skywrath’s eyes wandered on the carpet beneath them as he said: “I understand. Tis noble of you to still wish to protect me when I… could not reciprocate this.”

[vengeanceismymistress]

As soon as he stoop up, Shendelzare pulled her hand to take it away from Dragonus, but noticing that he was still using it to balance she sighed and allowed it to remain that way.  “I was born and raised to lead and protect my people. You remain one of them despite everything. One may rob me of my birthright, position and privilege, even of my wings and my true body. But not of my nature.” - she didn’t point at his failure to protect her, even though he was also raised with that purpose. She had done it numerous times before and there was no need to say such obvious things. “If you want to stay in my place for some time - I won’t be chasing you away,” - she shrugged, looking absolutely indifferent - “Though I don’t have much to offer… I don’t live in a castle anymore as you could have noticed. Water, vine, dried fruit or fried meat. Far from luxury. I was not expecting guests. I never expect them,” - she made a step forward, heading to the dining room, when she recalled Dragonus was still holding onto her hand.   

[askskywrath-blog]

Dragonus let go of her- it was making him nervous and the situation rather awkward. He could see it on the Spirit’s face. Instead, the Skywrath held on any walls and high surface areas he could find as he headed to the dinning hall. Upon entering the room, he noticed it was highly appointed with clean furnishings and exquisite taste in decoration. He grabbed the cabinet nearby and turned to her. “I would very much like to stay a bit. To heal my wings and rest my body but… if you wish of me to leave then it shall be so.” In truth, he certainly didn’t want to leave, he wasn’t sure if he could even fly yet, though he kept this thought to himself.

[vengeanceismymistress]

“Heal?” - Shendelzare tilted her head, obviously surprised. She didn’t notice any blood or open wounds when she was untying the skywrath, yes his feathers were mussy and some of them were obviously broken, but it didn’t seem like something serious. After all, her own pain tolerance was much higher than of any living being, she almost forgot that not only deep cuts and broken bones can hurt.  “Follow me,” - though the words sounded more like an order the concerned look returned to her. The spirit walked into the living room and pointed at the couch, - “sit here. Did they hurt you? The Antimage, was he alone?” - Shendelzare took something from a shelf and returned to her sudden guest, - “Could he be crazy enough to attack an ally like that? He didn’t seem THAT obsessed.”  

[askskywrath-blog]

“My gratitude.” He sat down on the comfy-looking couch, exhaling deeply. “In his world, all mages are his enemies no matter their allegiance- one has to be quite immature to have such a narrow view.” Dragonus wanted to continue ranting but noticing a curious ointment or perhaps a cream in the Spirit’s hands he stopped. “Er..you wish me to apply that?” he asked lamely. 

[askskywrath-blog]

Ask is on again but no anon for now.

[vengeanceismymistress]

*gives you a present* On the inside is something very special! *The bound Skywrath*

Another present from a Greymage delivered to her house. Seems like the Holidays were really influencing the mood and everyone became generous. And yet there was something Shendelzare couldn’t expect, that she even jumped back from the opened gift.. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” @askskywrath 

[askskywrath-blog]

vengeanceismymistress

The spirit stood up and folded her arms, still maintaining the eye contact: “Because I knew he would kill you?” - the woman tilted her head, watching Dragonus massaging his wings. This sight somehow stung her heart, but was it compassion or envy - she didn’t know herself, - “Letting someone kill a skywrath like a trapped animal - tied and helpless - isn’t something I would ever permit.” “You never noticed what?” - she suddenly sounded concerned, - “Are you hurt?” - Shendelzare gave him another searching look and, after a short hesitation, offered him a hand. Getting up wasn’t as easy for someone with skywrath leg anatomy, and even though some part of her would definitely enjoy the sight and feeling of being superior in it - technically Dragonus was her guest. She didn’t forget all of her manners.  

Without a word Dragonus took the offered hand and stood up, still holding on to her for balance. He still avoided looking at her. There was something not quite right… when his hand entwined with her’s, it felt cold, lifeless but there was a hidden warmth still, as if to say Shendelzare, the real Shendelzare, still existed. It was far easier to think of Shendelzare as nothing but a pure spirit of vengeance. To understand she felt hurt, disappointment, depression like an actual person…he didn’t want to think about it. The Skywrath’s eyes wandered on the carpet beneath them as he said: “I understand. Tis noble of you to still wish to protect me when I… could not reciprocate this.”

[vengeanceismymistress]

As soon as he stoop up, Shendelzare pulled her hand to take it away from Dragonus, but noticing that he was still using it to balance she sighed and allowed it to remain that way.  “I was born and raised to lead and protect my people. You remain one of them despite everything. One may rob me of my birthright, position and privilege, even of my wings and my true body. But not of my nature.” - she didn’t point at his failure to protect her, even though he was also raised with that purpose. She had done it numerous times before and there was no need to say such obvious things. “If you want to stay in my place for some time - I won’t be chasing you away,” - she shrugged, looking absolutely indifferent - “Though I don’t have much to offer… I don’t live in a castle anymore as you could have noticed. Water, vine, dried fruit or fried meat. Far from luxury. I was not expecting guests. I never expect them,” - she made a step forward, heading to the dining room, when she recalled Dragonus was still holding onto her hand.   

[askskywrath-blog]

Dragonus let go of her- it was making him nervous and the situation rather awkward. He could see it on the Spirit’s face. Instead, the Skywrath held on any walls and high surface areas he could find as he headed to the dinning hall. Upon entering the room, he noticed it was highly appointed with clean furnishings and exquisite taste in decoration. He grabbed the cabinet nearby and turned to her. “I would very much like to stay a bit. To heal my wings and rest my body but... if you wish of me to leave then it shall be so.” In truth, he certainly didn’t want to leave, he wasn’t sure if he could even fly yet, though he kept this thought to himself.

[vengeanceismymistress]

*gives you a present* On the inside is something very special! *The bound Skywrath*

Another present from a Greymage delivered to her house. Seems like the Holidays were really influencing the mood and everyone became generous. And yet there was something Shendelzare couldn’t expect, that she even jumped back from the opened gift.. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” @askskywrath 

[askskywrath-blog]

vengeanceismymistress

The spirit stood up and folded her arms, still maintaining the eye contact: “Because I knew he would kill you?” - the woman tilted her head, watching Dragonus massaging his wings. This sight somehow stung her heart, but was it compassion or envy - she didn’t know herself, - “Letting someone kill a skywrath like a trapped animal - tied and helpless - isn’t something I would ever permit.” “You never noticed what?” - she suddenly sounded concerned, - “Are you hurt?” - Shendelzare gave him another searching look and, after a short hesitation, offered him a hand. Getting up wasn’t as easy for someone with skywrath leg anatomy, and even though some part of her would definitely enjoy the sight and feeling of being superior in it - technically Dragonus was her guest. She didn’t forget all of her manners.  

Without a word Dragonus took the offered hand and stood up, still holding on to her for balance. He still avoided looking at her. There was something not quite right... when his hand entwined with her's, it felt cold, lifeless but there was a hidden warmth still, as if to say Shendelzare, the real Shendelzare, still existed. It was far easier to think of Shendelzare as nothing but a pure spirit of vengeance. To understand she felt hurt, disappointment, depression like an actual person...he didn't want to think about it. The Skywrath's eyes wandered on the carpet beneath them as he said: "I understand. Tis noble of you to still wish to protect me when I... could not reciprocate this."

[askskywrath-blog]

everyone likes waiting for replies, right? RIGHT? Anticipation >>> Actual Reply

[askskywrath-blog]

I want to re-write Euthyphro with Dragonus in place of Euthyphro and Sylla in place of Socrates but then I realized my obsession for Dota is spilling over other unrelated readings; it’s a problem really, sad. 

[vengeanceismymistress]

Such things are never a problem until they start bothering you :D I see something about dota heroes in every 2d song I hear, but.. pfft why not ;) 

[askskywrath-blog]

It would involve Dragonus charging his own father with death for murdering a murderer for it to make sense lol. That is one rocky relationship. 

[askskywrath-blog]

I want to re-write Euthyphro with Dragonus in place of Euthyphro and Sylla in place of Socrates but then I realized my obsession for Dota is spilling over other unrelated readings; it’s a problem really, sad. 

[askskywrath-blog]

Here, have the bound, helpless and unconcious Antimage as present! *throws him at you*

“Oh strange one what am I to do with this? Do you take me for a sadist? Nay, I shall not fall into his petty state.” Okay maybe he had some thought of torture but he quickly shoved them away.

[maginatheantimage]

The moment he felt the talon he started to squirm around. “…Stop.. that!” He growled, moved against the ropes. “I warn you one last time. Untie me, Mage.” He looked up to the other one. “Untie me.. and I will spare your life. Otherwise… I will find you and hunt you down!” He was damn angry. How did these greymages managed to catch him and beat him unconcious? “…I warn you!”

[askskywrath-blog]

Dragonus started having migraines from all the persistent shouting Magina was doing- this wasn’t fun any more. “Very well.” He began to work on the bonds, not kind or gentle in his approach, causing Magina to hiss a few times during the untangling. When it was done he still left the bonds which tied the AntiMage’s hands together, not completely free. Dragonus scooted to sit in front of him. “A mage helped you. Unbelieveble, no?” He said in a mocking tone.

[maginatheantimage]

“….” Another growl.. unti he could move more freely. His hands were bound still… but that did not matter. He was able to get up. “…” He remained silent for a moment, then looking up into Dragonus face. “I have to say… thank you.” God, these words felt disgusting.. but still he said it. “..I will remember this” His voice was a lot calmer now. Even though he hated the Sky.. he would not forget…. the help. “…..” If someone had bound the Sky and delivered him to the Antimage. He would surely had killed him without even listening… to one of Dragonus words.

[askskywrath-blog]

Surprised at the sudden gratitude, Dragonus frowned. He shook his head as he went airborne again. “You truly mean that? Or is this one of your usual tricks to lessen my awareness of you so that you may capture me with ease in a few days?” 

[light-of-honor-blog]

"May I ask you a personal question, Azwraith?"

“Well.. can’t say no to something we don’t even know about yet. Go ahead.” He said with a decent shrug.

[askskywrath-blog]

“Indeed, allow me to obtain the refreshments then.” With that Dragonus flew over the water and entered the cabin. After a few minutes he appeared one more with a picnic blanket and placed it on the grass. Without another word he went inside again but this time he came with two slices of seed cakes on a platter- the forks placed upon the plates. He flew with caution to make sure neither the cake nor the utensils fell off. He offered Azwraith the cake and invited him to sit down. “The tea will finish brewing in a few minutes,” the Skywrath informed him, sitting down and taking off his helmet. “For now let us enjoy this.”

[light-of-honor-blog]

"May I ask you a personal question, Azwraith?"

“Well.. can’t say no to something we don’t even know about yet. Go ahead.” He said with a decent shrug.

[askskywrath-blog]

“How should one put without seeming coarse..” Dragonus took a deep breath.   “When I fight alongside you on the battlefield, you know and call yourself as ‘we’ though being one entity. Why is it that you say this? The clones of yours are not true in their existence are they?”

[light-of-honor-blog]

“…” Azwraith stood silent for a moment, sort of attacked by the words.. but, he too had to think about it. Why was it that he always say that? He knows he’s as one, but as a case.., he’s not. “Well.. I, can’t really tell why. W- I, hope you don’t find anything too distrubing about it.” He gave a small sigh.

“You see, we can take this as I never got to fight by my brothers, or my friends after they got slaughtered by the damned Magus..” he paused for a second, but no words to be heard after.

[askskywrath-blog]

The Skywrath gaped, it was clear to him now. Azwraith was dealing with a past trauma and his odd pronoun use being a defence mechanism. “ Excuse my impatient ways, friend, for had I know of your predicament…my wretched tongue would have never said such cruel words.” He flew closer and placed a gentle claw on the shoulder of the Lancer. 

Dragonus not a stranger to great trauma either, felt the need to comfort him the best he could. 

[light-of-honor-blog]

“It is alright Dragonus, you do not need to judge yourself. People are asked many questions in places such.” He gave a pause, taking a look at the claw up on him and looking back. “Hm, it’s not a new thing to be asked such questions anyway, as being with those who may or may not know about such personalities, a time can come for a moment like this. Do not worry, you haven’t made me feel bad.”

But.. he did start to think if it’s really a thing? Had he been actually calling himself as many all the time? Well, he just sighed in like a relief for some reason at the end.

[askskywrath-blog]

Dragonus was quite curious about Azwraith’s life before he joined the ancients, though this was not the proper time or place to inquire about such matters. “Would you entertain the idea of joining me for tea and seeds cakes? The radiant camp is not a great distance away.” He hoped this invitation would loosen the tension between them.

[light-of-honor-blog]

“Sure, that would be nice company.” He lightened up a little inside, sort of glad the topic’s out of the way. He would like to not ruin someone’s moods by his own. Being a tolerable person was his thing, but sometimes some things are totally questioning him inside all about.

“I could use some walk too, so sounds fair enough. Thank you too though.”

[askskywrath-blog]

“My pleasure,” he replied, smiling. “On foot tis an hours trip to our destination at most, we shall be there in short time.”

They moved with a steady pace towards the camp. There stood a serene silence between them as they did. Dragonus happy in his own thoughts and Azwraith in his, the only sound came from the beating of the wings and shuffle of the feet.

Once they reached the gates, Dragonus looked at the Lancer and spoke: “My humble settlement resides in the north west. Are there any errands you wish to do in this village before we head there?’”

[light-of-honor-blog]

The path was really plesant. Almost like what he desires to see and hear.

“I have no such things in mind right now, perhaps we may visit your place if you suggest.” The place seemed pretty open and nice. He always loved the looks of villages anyhow they be.

[askskywrath-blog]

“Yes, my place,” he said sadly. The temporary settlement was far from suitable for a Skywrath but Dragonus kept this to himself, not wishing to dampen the mood. They moved past many shops and houses until they reached a small isolated cabin- it had a noticeably higher rooftop than the rest. There also stood a moat that surrounded the cabin. “Oh erm my apolozies…I must have forgotten about that.” He seldom had guests over and being a Skywrath himself didn’t care about land obstruction but that the one time he invited someone over he forgot there was water surrounding his house with no bridges in sight... “How much do you weigh, friend? I do not wish for you to be wet. Or perhaps I can brew the tea and grab the cakes and we can eat out here..” 

[vengeanceismymistress]

*gives you a present* On the inside is something very special! *The bound Skywrath*

Another present from a Greymage delivered to her house. Seems like the Holidays were really influencing the mood and everyone became generous. And yet there was something Shendelzare couldn’t expect, that she even jumped back from the opened gift.. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” @askskywrath 

[askskywrath-blog]

“Oh sweet spirit! I was..” actually he wasn’t sure what happened, he remembered a certain individual tightening the ribbons around his feathers and the next thing he knew he was unconscious- he didn’t even remember the face of the culprit after his little trip. He looked at the Spirit with pleading eyes. “May you untie me? I know a disappointment to you I am but my wings are being squeezed..it’s painful.”

[vengeanceismymistress]

maginatheantimage

“If you do not want him. I will take him. Do not worry..” He smiled at Shendelzare

“I can deal with it myself,” - she dropped to the Antimage. The Spirit wondered why exactly was Magina interested - Dragonus wasn’t the only mage around after all, and yet it wasn’t the first time Magina showed interest in him, - “Have a happy holiday!” Shendelzare closed the door right in front of the Antimage, little silver bells Lyralei had pinned to her door tinkled farewell to the monk. Shendelzare quickly removed the remaining part of the box, but wasn’t yet to free Dragonus from the ribbons, scanning him from head to foot.  “Is this some kind of a joke, or wasn’t it your intention?” - her voice didn’t suggest she was enjoying the joke if it was one, even though tied skywrath was quite a sight. 

[askskywrath-blog]

He shook his head. “I do not remember how I came to be humiliated as such… though perhaps it is deserving in your presence.” He looked down, saying no more about the pain of the tight bonds. A few fallen feathers lay on the base of the now open box.

[vengeanceismymistress]

Shendelzare shook her head and kneeled beside the skywrath, taking hold on the ribbon wrapped around his wings. She pulled it, but it didn’t seem to be easy to untie.  “If someone wanted to make it a joke, they definitely should’ve taken binding you less seriously…” - her face drew closer to the mans wings and bit on the ribbon, quickly tearing it with her fangs. The touch of soft feathers to her cheek was definitely nice, but she did not doubt a moment before pulling back and removing the ribbon, -  “…yet if they wanted to do it for not letting you be easily freed - they have to choose materials better. Any idea why they did that? Did you manage to find more enemies here? And why bringing you to me, especially in a box?”  She stood up and walked around, pointing at the ribbon at Dragonus’ wrists -  “Can you deal with that yourself, or you need my assistance”. It was most likely he needed it, but the spirit didn’t want to look like she cared for him. 

[askskywrath-blog]

When Shendelzare freed his wings from the blasted bonds, they fluttered- happy from the freedom they were granted. He wanted to massage his feathers though he wasn’t able to do so right now, his claws in a tight bond still. She was asking him many questions he didn’t know the answer to thanks to the slight amnesia but it felt like he was slowly retaining some of the memories. He tried to free his hands with his teeth as she had used her teeth to free his wings but they were no where near as strong so it seemed like he was merely nibbling on the bonds like a fool. “I-I cannot,” he finally admitted, embarrassment apparent on his cheeks. Then his face turned into a sudden disgust. “It was him: that fool Anti-Mage! He is the culprit!” He calmed himself, wanting to control his anger in front of Shendelzare. “Good spirit please forgive me if I caused you any distress…I would never willingly play such a distasteful joke on you.“

[vengeanceismymistress]

Shendelzare tilted her head, grinning wide at the sight of the skywrath biting on the ribbon fixing his wrists. As she was unable to do what they could - it was somewhat satisfying to feel her being more able in some things. She didn’t even try to hide her grin, when the man raised his eyes on her.  “A distress? Well, actually this is quite amusing,” - Shendel didn’t mean any harm to Dragonus, and that was why she immediately sent the Antimage away. However now when she was pretty sure in his safety - the idea of him being absolutely dependent on her seemed much funnier. Again she kneeled beside the mage, now facing him, and focused on the bindings, trying to untie it avoiding the need of using her fangs. It would look much less graceful from this point, - “If it was Antimage, why would he put you in a box, send you here and then come to ask me to give you back? Is there something I don’t know about him?”   “Also will you stop calling me that? I have a name after all,” - she dropped. When she just came to the war of Ancients she used to call herself “spirit”, but those days were long ago. Now she changed her mind - she won’t allow her sister to succeed in making her name disappear from the face of the history. And if the treacherous bitch was going to die - she was going to die by the hand of Shendelzare, not a nameless Spirit, - “Moreover I have never been a GOOD spirit” - Shendel grinned again and looked into his eyes. 

[askskywrath-blog]

With a deep breath, Dragonus faced the Spirit. “Thank you,” he said, giving her a curt nod. “Shendelzare.” His voice sounded husky for it was difficult to utter her real name- even Shendelzare wasn't what he used to call her but by her shorter nickname Shendel though that particular name was to difficult to say at this moment. Dragonus' eyes bore into hers. “You know I never noticed-” he promptly shook his head and turned away from her with a half-smile, wishing to change the subject. He began to massage his poor wings. “I must say that Magina is a cunning one. He captured me, put me in a box, then had me delivered in secrecy while thinking you would refuse the box so he would then take the box and kill me and it looked like he was not the culprit. He underestimated you it seems. To tell you the truth...I’m not sure why you rejected after all that has happened...”

[askskywrath-blog]

Semi-active

I turned off my ask box and unfollowed a massive amount of people. If I didn’t unfollow you then it means I want to continue roleplaying with you. 

If I am not following you and you still want to roleplay with me then send me an im. I may accept or reject your proposal. 

Sorry but this had to be done. I will follow everyone else again and turn my ask box back once things calm down a bit. 

Also, I will continue roleplaying with vengeanceismymistress whether you anons like it or not. Come and chat to me in im and not a coward from the shadows by using anon if you have a problem with it.