Bindings To Freedom

She lived a simple life, content with little until the sorcerer came. She longs for little but freedom, and the water she was taken from... ((Indie aquatic dragon RP blog. Will play with anyone, multi-verse, mun and muse 18+. FC: Soo Joo Park Icon image is my own drawing tracking: bindingstofreedom ))

[telekineticseer]

The golden haired man noted that she sniffed at him instead of shaking his hand, shivering slightly from the feeling before she nodded and lowered her hands from the ring around her neck. He had a look of concern on his face before she spoke and nodded in return. “You’re welcome Franae, and don’t worry, I won’t let them catch you.”

He promised her that truthfully as he gently reached to her neck and lightly touched the red ring with the tip of his middle finger. A first aid kit floated in from the bathroom towards them, the disinfectant and bandages already out and ready to be used. “I’ll protect you.” His words were soft, soothing, caring as he moved closer to see the full extent of the ring’s damage. “Sit down on the couch, better lighting.”

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Instinctively she would draw back at the touch with a small hiss, cut off part way through as she consciously reminded herself that he was helping. The first aid kit floating in, however, had her full attention, though his words seemed genuine and soothing enough. Magic? It did not smell like magic. Protect. Help. She knew the meanings of the words, though she had not received them towards herself. She moved to the area as instructed. 

"Why help?" it would only cause him problems later, she was sure. The criminals after her would not hesitate to harm him. Even herself, if she were in her true form, humanity was little more than meat to a dragon. So why would he help her? When the rest of his kind had seen fit to use her? She knew hearts. His intentions were pure. Why? 

[bindingstofreedom]

+foolish-pleasure greeter.

[foolish-pleasure]

Julian broke free of the two goons that held him, quite angry that he was being treated like a god damned rag doll. He was about to voice his disapproval, until he saw the very real dragon.

Taking a step back, Julian thought about his words carefully, for he enjoyed living and didn’t want to become a new snack for the mythical reptile.

"Uh…your territory? I was not aware of stepping on anyone’s territory, especially someone named Richard." Julian sneered, resting his hands on his hips. "Who do you represent? The Triads, or are we talking the Yakuza here?"

[bindingstofreedom]

A low chuckle from deep in his chest at the questions and attitude.

"Oh no, I'm hardly associated with their likes. Much like yourself, I follow my own path." unlike himself, Richard had inherited a good deal that he expected would keep him in power.

"You strike me as an independent thinker, not one of these rats so quick to tell me what they think I want to hear. I have a proposition for you, I could use someone around to tell me how it is. A second pair of eyes, as it were. Of course, the job would not be without its perks..." and needless to say a refusal would wind him up in the belly of the beast. He would be entertained by truth in the other's words, but a refusal would still get him killed. 

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Trespassers will be eaten //Open RP

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Croc blinked a few time, his eyes full of disbelief. 

"You’re a dragon?" he asked, tilting his head slightly before she pointed to the collar around his neck.

"Yeah. Arkham. Because they knew I’d rip them all to pieces." 

"They caught you too huh? I doubt heading to the ocean would stop that happenin’ again."

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"Meat." that was what she had to say in response to his comment for the Arkham thing, what ever that was. 

"They can try." Perhaps to prove her words, or perhaps to prove such a task would not be easy, she shifted back into the comfort of her true form, determining that the ring at her neck would itch no matter the shape she took. Fourteen feet tall and over twenty feet long now, incapable of speech. Far more graceful, comfortable, in this shape the dragon curled around him without touching or restricting his ability to move should he desire. When she opened jaws, the sharp teeth met the bolt on the collar around his neck and stripped off the lug holding it in place. The part of the screw remaining would now be easy to remove. Her only desire, was freedom. These walls, living in the waste and refuse of the world above, cowering from the humans, may as well be another prison. She had no intention of staying. 

[thedeadlyjawsbeneath-deactivate]

Trespassers will be eaten //Open RP

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Waylon’s eyes trailed over her, she looked different. Similar to himself, he’d never seen someone like that before. Confusion struck his features as she spoke, the aggressive stance being replaced by a non threatening one. 

"The ocean ain’t down here.." he then scratched the back of his head, debating whether to ask the next question.

"What are you?" he went for it. 

[bindingstofreedom]

As his stance eased, her own relaxed as well, fins at her back flattening down as she stood taller. The ocean wasn't down here. Her fingers trailed over the itching ring at her neck, and eyes noted the clasp around his own. 

"Lóng," the Chinese word was easier for her, "Dra-gon." She was just close enough that it was obvious she pointed to the metal, not himself.

"Human." she knew their handiwork, the results familiar enough to pull her forward, eyes flicking over the clasps for a way to remove it but the bolts looked far too solid for her to manage. 

"Catch, trap, hold. Ocean big. Can not catch." at least, that was her theory.  

[thedeadlyjawsbeneath-deactivate]

Trespassers will be eaten //Open RP

Croc was beneath the surface of the water, hearing the footsteps on the concrete echo beneath the murky liquid. Within one swift motion, he leaped in front of the source of the noise, letting out a loud snarl.

"What are you doing here?"

[bindingstofreedom]

It wasn't the nicest, but for now it would do. The dragon had caused too much of a stir above, so it had slipped into the world beneath, into the sewers. The unsanitary waterways proved irritable for the ring of missing scales around her neck where the collar had once rested, so she had slid from the water and continued on concrete. Shifted to something between the dragon and human shape to walk more easily on the dry, hands came up to rub her neck as she moved. So far, she had seen nothing large enough to cause concern for taking a smaller form. She was wrong. 

Within minutes she was greeted with something four feet taller than herself, leaping from the depths with a snarl that had her jumping back and crouching low, wings spread and fins raised to display their sharp points down her back. Claws at the ready, she doubted they would do anything against the other's scales, finned ears perking as he spoke. She answered with a low rattle of noise, baring lips to show she too had sharp teeth, though the low crouch and way she backed away indicated defense instead of aggression. Her gaze only flicked from him long enough to determine if she could flee into the water easily. He spoke. Perhaps she should do the same.

"Free. Lost. Ocean look for?" the words were thick and slow, foreign on forked tongue. 

[bindingstofreedom]

Tried my hand at that photoshop thing. Meh. 

[bindingstofreedom]

+foolish-pleasure greeter.

((If it's alright I feel I could work with his involvement in the drug industry, but let me know if this doesn't work! I'm just running with the inspiration and giving a new antagonist if you want it. :3 ))

An invitation he couldn't refuse. That was how all of this started. There was a new up and coming lord in the area, and he didn't much like competition, didn't like any dealers not under his control. So of course it was only a matter of time before Julian would be brought in, willingly or not, to meet with the man himself. What was seen, was not exactly expected. It was a kid, no doubt with an inheritance to thank for his power. He couldn't have been older than nineteen, and yet he sat on a throne with an actual dragon curled around it. Twenty-eight feet long and fourteen feet tall when the long neck reared up and eyes focused on the new scent. 

"Ah, so glad you could make it!" the kid in the throne was all smiles, a hand extended palm down and the dragon knew to lower muzzle for him to stroke. A bright blue collar rested on its neck. 

"So, I hear you've been dealing in my territory. It's taken quite a while to bring you here." instead of anger or disappointment the youth seemed amused and ever smiling, short black hair and sharp features above a neatly pressed suit. 

"As you can imagine, I'm quite hurt that you would take so long to respond!" banter. Words. No matter how innocent the tone, it was perfectly clear this situation could end poorly. The hungry gaze of the living dragon, never wavering from Julian, did little to help the words seem anywhere as jovial as the youth no doubt intended. He was up in an instant, pep in his step as he moved forward with a grand grin and held out a hand in confidence.

"Name's Richard." 

[bindingstofreedom]

+oswaldchesterfieldcobblepott : A Once In A Lifetime Acquisition.

[birdofpower-deactivated20190924]

Oswald puffed on his cigar lightly, he was wearing one of his signature black tuxedo’s, along with a light smile on his lips. It was no secret that Oswald was a collector, he had various valuable scattered about his museum, the lounge, and his home.

He followed after the man after nodding his head lightly, this new item sounded like it would be a perfect addition to his collection. Cobblepot stepped towards the large tank, not paying attention to the others, he had one of each of them already. 

As the man tapped the glass, he tilted his head as the creature stirred, blowing smoke through his nostrils from the cigar. His jaw dropping slightly as she came close enough for him to identify. 

"I would indeed." he smirked darkly, puffing on his cigar once more. 

[bindingstofreedom]

With a single nod he snapped tapped the glass twice and pointed to the empty space beside him.  A wordless command, the dragon immediately rose through the water and to the surface, as instructed sliding down the glass walls on the outside with short legs and belly scales. 

"If she wasn't impressive enough," he was absolutely grinning now, his next word lingering on the air between them, "shift." 

The neck reared up, pupils shrank. After a moment, a shiver moved down through it, the wings moving around to cover the shrinking form. Down down down, to seven feet of curled something. When the wings parted, the creature was something between girl and dragon, rising to raptor-like feet with scales covering her skin. 

"This form is easier to transport, but still quite deadly. And for those who prefer it: Shift." Once again she shook her head, an otherworldly coo and melt of draconic features into flesh, until what stood before them was a very ordinary looking human woman in all but the long white hair and cold blue eyes. 

"As you can see she is very easily trained. The only thing she seems to have difficulty with is speech, though she understands you fine. I will gladly answer any questions you have. Franae," at the name her eyes flicked to her current master, "allow this gentleman to examine you. If he tells you to shift you will comply, and you are under no circumstances to harm him." A single nod signified she understood, and her gaze flicked to the shorter man. Not unlike a shark, it was fairly obvious she would be more than happy to devour him if given the chance. Either of them were fair game, if not for the collar around her neck. 

[telekineticseer]

"Freedom?" Will definitely was confused as to why she said that, though he could tell the adrenaline was wearing off for her and she needed the wound looked at. "Listen, Franae, you need to rest first, get that wound taken care of. I promise to help you."

The sound of the helicopter passing over scared her, she was on the run, but from what he didn’t know. He could see that she wasn’t evil, her heart almost seemed pure, though this was the first dragon heart he had seen. “Please, let me take a look at that.” 

[bindingstofreedom]

Her eyes flicked back to him, considering his words. They narrowed for a moment, glancing to the window as if she would flee to it. Instead she moved forward towards him, still defensive, leaning forward to smell him instead of shaking his hand. After a moment she would nod, and lower her hands from the ring around her neck. The skin was rubbed raw, from something resting against it for too long. His thought earlier of a collar was more accurate than he might have thought. 

"I believe. Thank you." the words were still slow, but they were there. 

"Bad people catch. They are looking." 

[bindingstofreedom]

Reminder!

You are by no means required to match my length!

What ever you are comfortable with, work with, and I'll do the same. It's what is said that is important, not how long something is. ^_^ <3

[telekineticseer]

The dark blond noted the way she had looked at his hand before she said her name, at least he hoped that was her name. He watched her gesture, trying to convey a great expanse of water, blinking when she pointed at his eyes. He felt concerned for her wound though it seemed her need for water outweighed that.

When the woman began saying the word ‘ocean’ in many languages, noting that she was intent on the ocean. “Ocean? What about the ocean?” He asked, sensing that it was important some how to her.

"Do you need to get to the ocean?" Will was willing to help, but he also wanted to make sure whoever was chasing her for whatever reason didn’t catch her.

[bindingstofreedom]

Her face lit up at the question, at getting the word through. She opened her mouth to answer the first question when he already answered it. Yes, she needed to get there.

"Mmm." she nodded, finding the mumble easier than the word for yes. 

"Freeeeedom." How long had it been? Since she had been taken from the sea? Too long. Centuries. Ages. 

"Where-" her attention shot back to the window, somewhere above a helicopter was flying by, the sound though unrelated to her setting her nerves on edge again. It passed, and she calmed back down, eyes flicking back to him. The adrenaline was running short, eyes growing heavy. She shook it off.

"Where?" 

[inboxstuff]

Your muse sees my muse battered and bruised, how does your muse react?

[bindingstofreedom]

Like if you want a starter

Reblog with any specifics if you have a preference (verse for example) or if you'd like to plot. :3

[brooklynpatriot-deactivated2015]

Diana was figuring out the woman’s fighting style, reactive instead of proactive, but she could deal with that. She let her feet touch the earth before unleashing a two fist combo, aiming for each side of the rib.

She wasn’t aiming to kill, or even to maim- She had no desire to hurt such a wonderful fighter, instead she simply wanted to stun her, get her down and pin her into submission. “Who taught you, my sister?” she asked as the blows aimed for the ribs.

[bindingstofreedom]

Franae did not answer, intent on matching the blows with blocks, though the strength of the other would be more than enough to drive her back in this weak human shape. She did well, at first, but gradually being driven back the other, Diana would have the opening she needed to knock the girl off her feet and backwards. A surprised squeak as Franae wound up flat on her back blinking up at the other. After a moment, she gave a nod to Diana's victory. 

"Fight well." she returned the compliment, words slow and thick, foreign. 

[prxfessors-pet-archived-blog]

  "Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into. Why can’t you just find something productive to do every once in a while?” Hank made his way over in order to help pry her horns from the wall. “You’re a troublemaker, aren’t you?”

[bindingstofreedom]

Instead of words, she answered with a slump of shoulders and distressed coo at the accusation, adding a flutter of wings in attempt to unstick herself that stopped when he approached. 

"No?" the single word was thick on forked tongue, short though it was. Then again, from the way her face scrunched in thought and confusion, it was likely she didn't even understand the accusation properly. 

"Help?" 

[bindingstofreedom]

*congratulates myself for cutting that starter down as much as I did*

Ha ha! Take that habit of making novel-esque starters! Getting better at doing that less. >_<

[bindingstofreedom]

+oswaldchesterfieldcobblepott : A Once In A Lifetime Acquisition.

The market was set, so many objects bought and sold. Anything and everything to be purchased, but as Cobblepott was a valued customer, he had been contacted first and foremost by a seller, given a personal invitation. 

"I found something you're sure to want. Considering our long history, I thought I might give you the first viewing." the confidence to his smile said volumes about the item in question. He led the way past so many things for sale, and into the back. Past rows of shelved items, past empty cages and tanks of various sizes, and into a room of large tanks of water. Some held sharks, some held endangered tropical fish, and ahead was their largest tank. There was a form, curled at the bottom, difficult to make out the details of. He Strolled right up and tapped the glass,causing the thing to stir. It uncurled, rose, glided through the water so effortlessly, and when it slid along the glass next to them they could both see what it truly was. A pale blue dragon. Wings folded and pressed tightly to itself, fourteen feet tall and twenty-eight feet long. Reptilian eyes regarded the two as it sank back down to the tank floor. 

"The collar around her neck gives the owner complete control." was the affirmation he would receive of his safety, the current owner putting a hand to the glass and turning to him,

"Would you like to meet her?"