Fate

And we fight And we cry And we tell the same lies us against the w o r l d

[jeonephram-blog]

Yifan had to admit, when he saw Jongin, he almost laughed.  This was no challenger!  Simply a wee babe who felt it necessary to get retribution for a prank that he, Yifan, had played earlier in the day.  It was understandable, he supposed, but really, “Jongin.  Do you think you can best me? We’ve been in this brigade together for years and how many times have you been listed before me?”

The answer was at least ten, but that meant nothing to Yifan at the moment.  “Let’s not forget who aced the last couple of flight exams we had.” Also Jongin.  “And I don’t believe a medal for eating the most pie during the fall festival hangs above your mantle now does it?” That one was true.  “So I don’t know what you think will come of this.  But if you seriously feel that this is what you must do to maintain your manhood, I will oblige you.”

From his place in the caverns, Yifan felt Puropuseth bristle.  Do you ever hear yourself talk?  I swear, sometimes I think I should have left you in the backwoods I found you in. 

“But would you be having as much fun as you are now, my dear little dragon?”

I’m by no means little.

“It’s all a matter of opinion.”

No, literally Yifan.  I’m 12 tonnes. Don’t be dumb.

Yifan snipped the mental connection with his dragon off and smiled cheekily at his opponent.  He had closed the gap between the two of them as he had bantered momentarily with Puropuseth, so now he stood before his friend, a serious glimmer forming in his eyes.  “Alright Jongin.  If this is how you feel this must be done.. then we shall do this the way men do.  We shall do this the way our ancestors before us did.  The way their ancestors before them did… and the way the first weaklings did before they discovered fire and how much taking a shower helped them…” The white haired male dropped to his knees, shuffling forward to rest his elbow along the top of the bale of hay.  "Arm wrestling.“

[drcjongin-blog]

“You talk like you’re an eighty year old man with seven children and a gut as big as your ego. I guess your present this year will be a walking stick. Especially because you’ll be so crippled with despair after your loss that not even your arrogance will be enough to keep you standing.” Ye old shit-talking: Jongin’s specialty.

He can’t help but snort in disbelief at the way this is all turning out, half tempted just to flick the other’s broad forehead and be done with this nonsense. 

But he’s just as immature as Yifan, knees soon connecting with the dirt and hay once more scratching at his arms as he settles himself. “You’re on. Best of three- loser has to go skinny dipping on the coldest night of Winter and they have to stay in the water for at least two minutes.” Concluding his bet with a challenging grin, cocksure and ready, he reaches out for his friend’s hand and grips it firmly.

“Also, I hope you know that regardless of how this turns out, you’re going to be cleaning my boots. They’re waiting in your room. Plus, I may or may not have hidden some ripe fruit somewhere in your quarters. Good luck finding it but be thankful it wasn’t a discarded fish carcass I found in the scrap pile.”

[drcjongin-blog]

The Last Word 🌾

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It’s all very awkward, especially because Jongin had been hoping that the woman would say her name after he spoke his, still unable to think up a name that is connected to the features he sees. Instead, all he gets is an uncomfortable look but words of confirmation that contrast with the slightly uneasy vibe that lingers in the air.

It appears that neither are particular apt at making new friends.

Serir laughs more and Jongin resists to grit his teeth in irritation at the unhelpful commotion that his dragon is causing among his thoughts and there’s a hint of strain when he flashes the girl a brief smile when he realizes that he’s let the silence drag on for a few seconds. “Sorry- I got distracted by my dragon… You know what it’s like right? Always butting in when you’re trying to talk to someone.” She’s not laughing anymore, grumbling in his mind that he should watch what he says if he doesn’t want trouble the next time he and her meet. “And now I’ve offended Serir. Wonderful.” His smile is more genuine this time, his dragon’s whining drawing out a chuckle from Jongin.

“C’mon, let’s get going before I dig my hole any deeper. Hopefully we haven’t missed out on much.” Although it may have not been his dragon’s intention, her presence has eased some of the tension from his limbs, able now to push through the awkwardness that comes with not knowing someone with more ease now as he motions for the woman to lead the way.

“Also, you wouldn’t by any chance be able to clue me in as to what you’re name is? Truth be told, I have no clue but I’d like to know. After all, how can I not know the name of someone whom I may or may not be about to get in trouble with for intruding upon the performances late?”

[drcseulgi-blog]

(past) ugly meetings ,

[drcseulgi-blog]

“do i look alright?” the female asks and then sighs, rolling up her skirt and then the pants underneath to reveal her leg. “fortunately, i’m not impaired for life. it’ll just bother me for some time” she stares at him again. “but seriously, you should pay more attention”

[drcjongin-blog]

"I- Well, I guess you have a point." Her words of caution with his footsteps come as a slap to the face for the sixteen year old boy; what if he really had stepped on an animal? Sure, it was one thing to accidentally stand on a human- but an animal? Jongin's cheeks burn with shame, pink dusting over his cheeks only to soon deepen into a dark rose at the sight of her tears.

. "Oh no-" This isn't good. 

 His stomach clenches with unease as things goes from bad to worse. It turns out that the waif is an orphan- a very thin and seemingly easy to hurt one at that and he knows that his careless words have done nothing but aggravate the situation. Dropping to a crouching position, genuine concern softens any hints of hostility on strong features, dark brown eyes looking the girl over for any other signs of injury before closely examining the leg outstretched before him. "I really am sorry... I've just been spaced out all day and hardly expected to stumble upon someone's leg ." Murmured, his lips purse in thought as he does his best to access whatever damage his clumsiness may have caused.

“Shouldn’t be too bad from the looks of it. You can expect a little bruising and perhaps a bit of difficulty walking for the next day or so, but if you keep yourself hidden, any of the bigger beasts in this forest shouldn’t bother you and you’ll be fine. Maybe next time though, keep an ear out for other humans. Yes, I should’ve be paying attention but you need to be more aware as well...” The male wants to say more but hesitates before deciding to seat himself on the ground rather than crouching, quiver and bow set aside as well before he reaches for his knapsack and sling it off of his shoulder. “You look a little pale. When was the last time you had something substantial to eat or drink?” He queries as he rifles through the bag before fishing out his water flask.

“I’ll probably heading off soon so here, drink whatever is left in my flask. I can wait till I get home.”

[jeonephram-blog]

“Stop baiting them.” A deep voice echoed through his mind and Yifan grinned, waving a hand at nothing.  “Shhh Puropuseth, this isn’t baiting.  I am simply being honest!  Now come to me challenger!  Let us discuss what brought this about and see if we can remedy whatever this is without having to come to blows!”

[drcjongin-blog]

Yifan sure is something, isn’t he Jongin? Serir qeuries as the elder male comes into view, spouting his usual nonsense and Jongin can’t help but agree as his hand rubs at his nose, mildly irritated with himself for losing his advantage over the other.  “You’re right about that Ser... He’s a special kind of stupid.” At first, the male doesn’t really mean what he mutters in response to his dragon. In fact, he’s mildly amused by the words the proud male spouts out as he walks closer and closer  to his hiding spot but the longer the other talks, the more he’s reminded of why he wants to fight Yifan. 

He crows like a wild cock greeting the morning! Serir chortles, oblivious as to why her rider can’t help but snicker, still crouched behind his hay bale. If she wanted to call his friend a cock- well, who was Jongin to argue?  (Although just quietly, he knows that Yifan probably wouldn’t appreciate it nearly as much as he and all the other puerile young men would when he inevitably relays her thoughts to their friends the next time the riders are gathered in the mess hall.)

Knowing that the element of surprise was long gone and that he’d already wasted valuable time that could’ve been spent roughhousing with Yifan, Jongin straightens up, sighing as finally his leg muscles were allowed to be stretched out. “Evenin’ good sir. It’s I, your challenger. As delightful as pacifism is, you ruined my boots Yifan. Unluckily for you, I just so happen to have another pair that are perfectly good to kick your ass with.” The hay bale barely reaches over his navel and thus, the male is able ‘casually’ lean against it as he greets the male with a nonchalant grin, voice carrying through the large and deserted training field. There’s a disapproving titter from Serir at his choice of words but Jongin distances himself from her, completely focused on Yifan as he pushes off from the bale and slowly paces towards him.

“You can, of course, beg for mercy. I’m a friendly, polite country boy after all. Either way, we’ll be finished before dinner is served. I heard that it’s going to be roast and heaven forbid I miss that.”

[drcjongin-blog]

The Last Word 🌾

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She clears her throat awkwardly and straightens her posture. “Uh…yes,” she answers before going silent for a second, “Are you going to watch the performance too?”

[drcjongin-blog]

“I was considering it- well, until I fell asleep that is.” The last bit is near low enough to be a mumble, calloused hand rubbing at the nape of his neck. Although he’s not keen to admit it, Jongin can’t say that he can put a name to the woman’s face, long hair and fair skin ringing no bells as they stand but an arm’s breadth apart. “I’m just glad that I’m not the only late person. Do you mind if we go together?” Despite being unfamiliar with the other, the male has never been one to be fussy over whom he keeps as company (especially if said person could lead him to where he wants to go).  

 “I didn’t really pay much attention when they said where to head and well, going alone would be kind of dull, wouldn’t it?” A friendly (but mostly sheepish) grin accompanies his words as his hand falls back to his side. Silence falls between them for nothing more than a few seconds before the male hastily tags on,

“Jongin, by the way. You have to forgive me but I can’t say we’ve really met before, although I’m certain I’ve seen you around on the training fields. Hard not to, especially when your hair is so...” Fumbling, he gestures vaguely at her dark green locks before stumbling out, “Unique. Not in a bad way of course, in fact, it’s interestin’ and not bad at all, it suits you-really..” Although all he can hear is Serir’s (his dragon’s) mocking laughter echoing through the flustered mess of his thoughts, it’s not hard for Jongin to imagine the amused toothy smirk that she must be wearing. Sometimes having a mental connection to one’s dragon wasn’t so fun.

Lighten up Jongin, Serir coos and his cheeks flare bright with chagrin. “If you have other plans though, that’s fine. I’ll just stumble around until I find the right place or I might just wait for a break in the rain and go visit Serir.”

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[drcjongin-blog]

The Last Word 🌾

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It’s been days since Jongin has seen the halls so empty. Most had jumped at the chance to gather elsewhere, four days of involuntary confinement hardly a fun time for those that had grown accustomed to days filled by hard work and days spent under clear skies on the backs of dragons. He misses it too- cramped quarters and having been deprived of the freedom that comes with being able to wander wherever he wishes has caused his muscles to cramp up, dying to get into fields free from others and noise and clutter.

So that’s why it’s amazing when the male falls asleep and misses the beginning of the night of entertainment. Four days of waiting for something to happen and he, Jongin, nearly sleeps through it all.

Un-freaking-believable.

He stumbles into a deserted mess hall, bed hair and shirt un-tucked with sleep in his eyes. Rubbing at them with closed fists, it takes a few seconds for it to sink in that he’s meant to be somewhere else and he sighs softly. This ‘napping in the late afternoon’ thing really needs to stop, Jongin silently muses to himself as the soles of his boots scrape against stone, stumbling off in search of another living soul. Truthfully, he hadn’t been paying too much attention as to where the night was going to be held and he’d hoped to just follow the masses (too stubborn to just outright ask), so when his eyes eyes spot a figure a few meters ahead and despite not being able to say for certain whom’s back he sees, the male calls out,

“Hey wait-” His steps quicken in the hopes of catching up to the other with a few long strides. “-Are you going to the thing tonight?”

[drcjongin-blog]

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Sorry once again for not being around. After finishing something, I’ll return to welcome the new additions and finally write something. Apologies to those that I may have let down in the process of not being around. Life has been kicking my ass and perhaps I shouldn’t have joined in the first place but here I am and well, let’s just see what happens.

[drcseulgi-blog]

(past) ugly meetings ,

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she takes a heavy but very content sigh at the look before her. very carefully, seulgi unwraps the little - very little - package and her eyes shine and her mouth fills with water. food. yes, the sight of food. it wasn’t much, just a bread and small fruit she gathered in the woods. but it was her first meal that week and it’s so important she almost feels the urge to cry over it. of course, the bread was purchased with the money seulgi managed to get from the pockets of people in the market, but she never takes more than she needs. “gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat” - that is her motto. after these few years, she hardly feels guilty anymore. yes, stealing is wrong but so is starving to death and she needs to make decisions and define priorities. 

her body is partially hidden by the vegetation of the woods and she smiles. her dagger is just by her side just in case she needs to be quick and use it. seulgi isn’t big on violence though - she usually makes her exit by running away, however, injuring someone is a very effective way to leave them behind. she doesn’t notice that her leg is somewhat exposed when she takes a bite of the bread. it’s dry and harsh on her tongue, but seulgi can’t care less. it feels like paradise and she hums happily while her jaw hurts from munching it. she takes a bit of water to help with swallowing it, her back resting against the tree and a smile on her face. yes, eating is very very good. 

 the girl is about to take another bite when there’s a sharp pain on her leg. a scream leaves her lips and she immediately brings her limb from under the boy’s boot. seulgi whines like a kicked dog and puts her injured leg on top of her other thigh. there are a few tears on her eyes and she sniffs, trying to dry them away. “don’t you look where you’re going?” seulgi cries in an accusatory tone. 

[drcjongin-blog]

Boots crack against twigs and dried leaves, treading carefully over massive roots and bow held firmly in his hand; it’s Jongin’s sixteenth summer and promises of sweet goods baked by his mother and a mouth-watering roast aren’t quite enough to convince him to head back home. His sister shakes her head knowingly as she bids the younger male farewell before wandering back the way she had come. Jongin isn’t far into the woods, not yet anyway- it’d be a shame to turn back when it looks to only just be past midday, sun high and blaring down upon him and chores completed.

Growing up is well... Not the easiest thing at times and with the ever worsening state of his father and talks of future marriage coming up, he just needs space. So he walks with purpose, weaving his way further to who knows what. There’s no goal, just a quiet drive that swirls within to find a place he can just not think for a while. A place that Jongin only finds when covered in dappled light and sweat, surrounded by silence and nature. Nothing to overstimulate his sense nor people to drag him out of his focus consuming thoughts. 

When his boot snags on something definitely not root-like, he nearly stumbles as a voice cries out. “What the-” Flinching, he hurried steps back, bow trained on the source of the noise; she’s young, grimy and pissed off looking. Definitely not a root- it appears that his clumsy feet have collided with a leg while his head was off in the clouds. Flustered, Jongin lowers his bow, incredulous disbelief as dark eyes narrow.

“I should be watching where I go. Seriously?” He scoffs (although a twinge of guilt hits him as he notes the way the female cradles her leg. “... I- What are you doing just sitting around in a forest anyway? It’s so hot, shouldn’t you be at home helping your mother and father?” Forever fillial, it’s the first thing he thinks of when spotting the younger woman, used to his own sister always spending each day running errands for his mother or helping her clean.

                                    And yet here sits this waif in the middle of nowhere.

“Are you alright though? God, I didn’t step down too hard did I?”

[jeonephram-blog]

Challenge.

     Yifan squinted while trying to piece together the crude block letters stained into the parchment he held between his fingers.  Some of the ink had smeared, the note ending up falling in a puddle as he made his way down the stone corridors of the barracks.

                          “DᴜSK.  TRA   NG F ELD. C M ALO E.”

     Once Yifan had filled in the blanks though, it was easy to see what this was.  A challenge!  From a stranger?!  Probably one of the other riders.  Someone who possibly mistook Yifan’s resting face as one of disdain.  It wasn’t the tall, young man’s fault that he often looked sullen.   Really, he was a puppy dog once anyone got to know him.  Alas, only few had tried.

     “Maybe it’s a new recruit trying to move up through the ranks quickly by beating the tar out of a veteran rider?  Ha!  What a silly way to try to move up.” He chuckled to himself as he continued down a stairwell to march his way along to the training field as the sun began to set.  “No worries whoever you are.  Puropuseth is resting, so I shall come alone.  Unless that actually says something like ‘Come, Aloe,’ which makes no sense.  I don’t have a middle name.”

[drcjongin-blog]

His lips were set in a firm line as a bead of sweat trickled down the nape of his neck, arm red from where fingers had scratched at skin. Jongin can’t help but wonder why hiding in a haystack had been his first choice for a hiding place, nose tickled and body riddled by itchy sensations as he waited, light fading with every minute that passed. He’s not the vengeful sort, too disinterested in petty whims that some of the younger males would choose to engage in but when he had returned to his quarters after lunch that day to find his favorite pair of riding boots filled with porridge and cream,

                              retribution didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all.

A younger rider had given the would be prankster away; “I saw Yifan sneak into your room this morning while you were feeding Serir.” He had thanked the youngster before stalking off, mildly pissed and boots in hand. After vigorously washing out his boots, the male had left a hastily scrawled note for the offender despite Serir’s distant mumbles of, “Is this really necessary?”

So he waited, itchy arms and allergies making the time tick by slowly. Jongin perked up however when finally, a crop of near white hair could be seen in the failing light, slowly trudging his way ever closer. 

“Just you wait...” Muttered to himself, an unfortunately timed sneeze is all that it took to ruin the advantage he held of surprise, unable to curse due to another sneeze beating him to the punchline.

[drcjongin-blog]

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Hey lovelies, just wanted to do a quick intro post like everyone else!

First off, I’m so excited that this rp has opened because for a very long time, I’ve been a fan of the Inheritance Cycle and various other fantasy books and the chance to write about dragons and Riders is just... *o*

I have no plots in mind as of yet but intend to brainstorm a few soon! In the meantime, maybe like this post if you’re interested in plotting/ shoot me a message/ add my AIM (salt.rose).

[golden-aaurora]