The Azure Dragon

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[azurescaled]

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So, we’re making this all fancy and stuff now! Welcome to my blog, a lotta you know me already, but for those who don’t, welcome to the blog. My name is Luca, I’m 26 years old and a member of the National Guard, I’m pretty laid back and honestly, I’m just here to have a good time. You never gotta worry about rushing with me and I’m generally always around. 

This here is a blog for one of my oldest, if not my oldest OC Izumi Igarashi, currently, they make a living as a professor teaching the history of magic as well as being a hunter on the side. They're fairly relaxed and generally always have their door open for whoever needs them! Though they like to keep it hidden that they were a deity a long time ago, and try to live a fairly humble life.

They’ve got many verses with more coming (that being said some of them need updates badly lmaoooo)

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[azurescaled]

So, yeah, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm no longer active here. If you're still following me, you can find me over on @oathstruck

[oathstruck-archived]

I close my eyes and sieze it, I clench my fists and beat it. I light my torch and burn it, I am the beast I worship.

#kycdai: a study of sworn oaths and seeking a purpose, devotion that corrupts and reaching for whatever sense of control can be found. An urban fantasy OC with ties to the Yakuza and criminal underworld. Penned by Morgan.

[azurescaled]

Will I finish this? who the fuck knows.

[azurescaled]

Connor in his canon, owns his own bar once he's older in the heart of New Orleans, and it's sort of seen as a refuge for those of supernatual natures. He works as a bartender still, and still offers his ear for those who need someone to listen to their problems. He'll occasionally offer advice, but he tends not to judge most people.

His hair isn't quite as vibrant once he's older, and it's obvious that he's got some history. Once he hits mid thirties, his once green eyes turn gold, a sign that he's truly come into his own as a werewolf. His control over his fae magic has grown to an adept level, and he'll perform party tricks with it every now and then.

[complexpuzzles]

"--I'd fucking die if I was allergic to chocolate. That shit would be so ass." In went another spoon full of the triple mint chocolate sundae into your mouth, turning your line of vision to the fellow chocolate enthusiast.

[azurescaled]

"Mhm, I don' mind a few chocolate alcoholic drinks m'self. Could go fer a chocolate milkshake right 'bout now. But, considerin' I got a shift at th'bar t'night, might not be a good idea t'go in hammered when I gotta chat up patrons."

Connor's not a massive sweet tooth, but he does appreciate something sweet every now and then. As far as him drinking goes, it's not like he gets drunk very often, given that he burns alcohol out of his system faster than a normal person.

[azurescaled]

Speaking of Connor, my gf gave me an idea of his natural scent. She says it's a mix of sort of a forest, pine smell, leather and probably wolf musk.

You can still say he smells like wet dog though.

[azurescaled]

"I should pro'lly be grateful I ain't allergic t'chocolate. God, tha'd be pretty fuckin' awful."

[hattering]

Mortal and fae, both drawn to another like moth to flames. Spohie perches her elbow on the countertop, chin resting on the flat of her palm.

"There is a history already of fae being as equally interested in humans, not at the same romantic capacity as them, however. There is the case of changelings where fae children are swapped with human babies from their cradles, for example." She takes hold of her drink, sipping it. "Fae are not mandated by law as humans; the same goes for their realm. What presumption of law they have is more of a suggestion. How can one measure time when clocks and sundials are rigid keepers that no fae would like? Where is the fun in that?"

[azurescaled]

"Cause th'last thing I'd want is t'miss out th'rest of my life here. Kinda hard t'live in a realm where th'laws of physics 'nd time are a suggestion, yanno? Don't get me wrong, interestin' place, full of colors tha' don' exist in our world, food tha' might be better than anythin' I can ever whip up too or afford t'eat without breakin' th'bank. 'Nd I think part of me wants to go live there, that's th'real scary part."

Connor takes the shot glass in hand, and downs it, sighing as he places it back down.

"Do ya wanna get outta here? Not tha' I don't like hangin' out with ya or anythin', 'Phie, but I can think of a better place t'take ya on a date besides m'bar."

[hattering]

Sophie settles her teacup on the table, looking down at the tepid drink halfway gone. Her finger runs over the handle, pensive.

"A child of fae may actually warrant some validity to that idea," she murmurs. "However, I question the applicability when it comes to mortals that are not born of the courts or that realm." Tap-tap-tap goes her index finger on the counter. "If anything, it makes more sense that you are attracted to the mischief and meddling with humans. Not attracted in the emotional sense, but inclined to."

[azurescaled]

"Now there's a terrifyin' thought."

Connor gives a soft chuckle, taking a bottle of whiskey from the bar and an empty shot glass, pouring himself a drink. What if that had some validity? Was he also drawn to the messiness that came with interacting with normal people? He knows the fae are alien to mortal understanding at times, and hell, even when he did learn about them, it was on such a surface level that he was still figuring out court rules.

"Fer what it's worth, I think a lotta th'problem comes from people havin' real romantic views of bein' kidnapped by fae. Don' think they quite understand tha' time itself flows different in tha' realm. A day there could be an unspecified amount of time out here. Not t'mention tha' jus' bein' there changes ya. I've heard stories 'bout mortals who get lost in th'fae realm comin' back out completely different. Not quite full on fae, but not human either."

[hattering]

"Is it wrong for me to be concerned for you?" Sophie rolls her wrist, eyes trained on the bartender. Elbow perched on the bar top, her chin rests on the flap of her palm. "Being the strongest does not mean being immune. Everyone has a day where they fall, eventually."

Bleak insight aside, the woman returns to her drink, noting her white tea has gone lukewarm. She still indulges with a sip, the whiskey poured in making up for the lack of steam wafting from the teacup.

"Some believe we attract what we fear and do not want, as if the power of thought of any kind influences and draws the immaterial belief to material effect." Candidly, she remarks, "Not that I believe in that malarkey, but it is a theory."

[azurescaled]

"Ain't wrong t'be concerned fer me, 'nd I appreciate it, more than ya know, 'Phie. But I'm pretty sure 'bout this one. I like someone else, 'nd jus' bein' 'round 'em is more than enough fer me. Better ta have th'feelin' at all instead of ruinin' things 'tween us, right?"

He holds onto feelings, a lot. Despite being the type to leave after a one night stand or sneak out before a person wakes up. Yet, anytime he caught feelings, he never said anything, out of fear of being turned down. How can he be worthy of someone so much better than him, who isn't a mess, haunted by being a child of two worlds?

"Unfortunately, I think tha's a bit true. Given m'parentage, I think I operate on some kinda fucked up belief system."

[azurescaled]

"Why's it tha' I attract people who like bullyin' me?"

[lured-into-wonderland]

"I keep asking myself this, but still no good answer."

[azurescaled]

"I don' recommend it as a way of life, tha's fer sure."

[hattering]

To such a confession, Sophie keeps her lips sealed. It was only through his own words that he self-reports himself; a fine crack of a chance is apparent based on his mood, which can be easily altered. Mister Amagi should never hear those words or else the bartender's days are numbered; all Connor said was a posed challenge that their person in interest would find any means of completing.

"At least, you are aware," she plainly comments. "Mister MacIntyre, please be careful with your wording with him; he intends to vex for sex." But something feels off in saying that. Would he actually know what to do after he succeeds? Never has it happen, as Sophie recalls and wishes not to. Though, those are thoughts she keeps to herself.

[azurescaled]

"Like I said, I ain't desperate. Besides, I got m'eye on someone else already."

Connor sighs and runs a hand through messy locks, before leaning back on the counter of his bar. He attracts weirdoes, he's done that all his life, and he could never figure out why...At least until recently. As it turns out, his fae side happens to translate to a giant, glowing sign pointing him out in a crowd to other nonhuman beings.

"I always have a habit of gettin' th'wrong type of folks interested in me. Never anythin' normal, it's all gotta be th'drunkards or th'messy assholes who would ruin yer life."

[azurescaled]

"Why's it tha' I attract people who like bullyin' me?"

[riskybee]

               Cyan eyes stare the other down. For others, being prey in front of a predator is horrific; for him, it was another gamble. Another enticing tango with Lady Luck. He leans against the bar, propping his chin against the palm of his hand. "Ya made a promise... destroy me" 

[azurescaled]

"Yer fucked in th'head. Yer takin' the fun outta this. How the hell am I supposed t'beat th'shit outta you if yer jus' turned on by bein' threatened?"

Connor grimaces and leans away from the other, his hand no longer on fire. This is a perfectly good bar, it's his bar and god forbid something happens to it. He waited for years to own something of his own in this kind of town and he likes it the way it is, no fire damage or broken chairs.

"Why th'fuck can't you be normal?"

[hattering]

Silence envelops the exchange. Miss Hatter's hands sink in her lap. Self-reflection stirs within the woman as Connor speaks, now weighing her options on how to approach the reality of this exchange: he has a entirely different understanding of what she meant.

"Mister Amagi is a masochist with how he embraces his vilification," she says.

"He certainly wants to be taken care of by you," and the bluntness rears its head in. "His indulgence is satisfied since you are already after him."

[azurescaled]

"Ugh, I really ain't tryin' to fuck a guy who I can't stand. Look, I like bein' bullied every now 'nd then, but it sure as shit ain't enjoyable when th'guy smells like alcohol and has no self-awareness of how fuckin' annoyin' he is. Not like I'm a prude or anythin', but I gotta have some standards."

He sighs in exasperation as he finally catches the meaning behind her words. Hell, Connor says he has standards, and he does, but sometimes that seems a bit strange to say given that he used to sleep with people just to get a warm bed and food for a change of pace.

"Maybe if he weren't a mess 'nd I was feelin' desperate."

[riskybee]

               "Oooo" Rinne whistles. "You nasty dog! Wanna ruin me? I can handle everything you put down, or maybe" he leans in close, hot alcohol on his breath, "I should putcha down, huh? Treat ya like the dog ya are?"

[azurescaled]

"Ya should really start runnin'."

Connor's hand ignites with a blaze of scarlet fire. He doesn't mind being called a dog, after all, he is a mutt, born between a union of fae and werewolf. Unfortunately for Rinne, he's not one of the few people allowed to get away with any canine jokes.