cursed blood

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     me, knowing damn well i have not the energy to make a rules or about page for durin right this moment :

     literally just use vlad, or any of muse’s doc for rules, i’ll make some semblance of an about at some point just know that durin is a tired, eternally cold dragon that half the time hibernates deep beneath dragonspine and there is one ( 1 ) way to get to him and that’s through a hidden crevice in the heart chamber . it’s a human sized crevice that leads into a huge underground cavern bc when he woke up for the first time after being yote from the sky, his body didn’t have the energy to maintain the titanic form he once had .

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     canyon goes eerily dark, drawing the attention of assailing abyssal magi up to its cliff faces . cryo and hydro thrum with power to their staves in preparation but not so fast as to stop the descent of a wicked - clawed paw, grinding them down into accursed dust against the hoarfrost ground . above, half - leaned over the side with the free paw clenched tightly into the ice wall, deathly crimson eyes rest warily upon the traveler, the blade in his hand that has drawn it’s attention . and then its wings lower too, letting the sun fall past as one instead tentatively moves to the left-- the howling winds are cut off behind it, staving away the chill for now as it speaks, and voice reverberates against the canyon sides . “ what ... is that that you hold ..? “ || @primotm​ ( aether !! ) - s.c. !!

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     . bout to go eat breakfast but since im awake, leave a like on this for a small starter ??

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     chomp chomp mister harbinger

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anemonti​:

               ❛ Durin… ❜

     The bard was unsure to expect when he had found the entrance to the cavern. To see the dragon alive and breaking was surely not something he had expected, however there was still the feeling of both relief and sadness that swept through him. The last he had seen the dragon were during the moments of battle, for once, doing his job of the archon of the land. Now, he comes to talk with the dragon rather than smite.

     He ponders for a moment, examining the state of the dragon and the cavern they reside in. The sound of the screeching movement of scales and claws on ice sounded horrible on the bard’s ears, yet he didn’t flinch. Instead, he only looked up to meet those crimson eyes with gentle skies.

             ❛ You are alive. I thought it was best to see for myself if I heard was true and check on your state of being. Are you in pain, dear Durin? ❜

     it predicts lashing out ... wind that rips and tears scales away and spills once again acidic red - black blood ... but none yet comes . no rather ... he stands his ground but his words are yet kind ... he does not come to let flow blood ? to draw an arrow upon wind - borne string ? tentatively, the wyrm’s head rises ( it aches to move ... you are so very tired ... ley - lines not well tapped to give you strength yet ) .

     “ pain .. ? “ what a peculiar question ... he does not feel pain like he once did before ... like a burning of fire beneath his scales that no amount of scratching and tearing would abate . not the sting of fang and claw of fellow dov halting his advance . no but it is almost worse ? this ache and throb that saps of strength ... and the cold ... celestia ... archons-- the cold ...

     “ always, ven - aak ... there is always pain ... ... ... “ its a quiet and resigned thing, the dull of its voice . “ you do not come to ask though ... why care ? you do not wish to end it all ? “

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likepyrite​:

His eyes meet the dragon’s and for a moment, he seems lost in thought. Most would cower away - a dragon, one with such a reputation that it once had, was a terrifying feat. Even Dvalin, these days, was better known as a threat than a protector. Albedo showed no fear in the slightest, approaching it with familiarity  and reaching a hand up to invite it down to his height. Their size difference made it difficult to display affection, how small Albedo was in contrast, He’d manage what he can, even if that was rubbing at the dragon’s scales affectionately. “Stay.” He spoke. “If you wish to ensure my safety,” if you do not want to be alone, “You can stay. The temperature here has been lower than normal.” It hadn’t, but the warmth of his kin was welcome to a creature who couldn’t maintain his own body heat.

      stay he says, and it is all too telling how quickly jagged and obsidian claws dig down into the snow and then frostbitten earth beneath it to hold its place . sky - darkening wings fold over its back, partitioned from one another by wicked spines . and then how its neck cranes, lowers its face until its jaw rests atop the blanket of snow covering the landscape, and cuts a path through it as it shifts forward to tentatively rest its snout against albedo’s outstretched hand . “ has it ... “ perhaps its lucky, the way a gust of wind rips through the valley and sends chills along its ebon scales . experimentally one wing moves, buries its edge down into the snow at its side-- a space made free from the wind . “ ... come in close then,  yuvon - sos - fron ... keep you safe from the wind ... “

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     it looks upon the form of the bard in ... surprise, firm and decorated with worry and ... perhaps an indescribably small smattering of fear in roiling red eyes . “ voth - zul - wahl ... ... “ ancient tongue falls from false lips instinctively, and faux - human hands rise, palms up and in meek surrender . “ have done no wrong -- just ... desired to see ... “ its gaze flits this way and that-- there are no people around in this little clearing just overlooking cider lake, just upon the outside of fair mondstadt’s walls ( they have done well in your absence ... you wondered then whether they should like to see you never return ) . || @dehimmel​ - s.c. !!

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     “ yuvon - sil - in . “ throaty rumble that shakes the great cavern to its foundations, great and glittering stalactites of cursed - red core trembling up above . it shifts at once to her presence, claws carving into ice for purchase as it hefts it body up . wings beat once, sending ice shards and frost reeling towards frozen walls as though it were clearing the very floors for rhinedottir . red eyes cast an eerie glow upon her as they focus in upon her, long neck twisting this way and that as it raises to the great platform-- she need not even descend the carved stairs . “ you do not visit in ... ... ... ages ... worried that you ... no longer cared ... “ || @archonblessed​ - s.c. !!

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     . bout to go eat breakfast but since im awake, leave a like on this for a small starter ??

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     the reason that durin spends so much time in its crystalline cavern under the heart den is due to the way in which its body consumes energy . it’s kind of a vicious cycle to be brutally honest ? it can leave its den when it has the energy ... usually for the sake of going out to hunt or to find a different means to replenish its energy ... but if it is unable to ? then durin becomes weaker, and retreats into its cavern where it feels safe enough to rest . and, unfortunately, isnt able to get a large amount of energy i.e. food or magic crystals it has to resort to ... slower means . being as deep into the earth as the cavern is, durin can tap into the leylines to start absorbing them, slowly restoring his reserves . and when i say slow, i mean slow . it will go into a semi - hibernative state ... though it’s usually awake for the entire time, simply sitting there ... staring into the crystals or its reflection ... ... ...

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     “ ven - aak ... “ its voice is as an earthquake in this, its crystalline prison den . vibrant crimson eyes rest upon the tiny form of the bard and slowly-- yes slowly but surely for it does not have the strength ( does not have it, nor the means to go out and attain more ) to move quickly, there is a shrill noise in the cavern . scales and claws shrieking across the ice of the flooring as it shifts itself and its tail scrapes across the floor, away from him . “ you ... are far from home ... ... why, ven - aak ..? “ || @anemonti​

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     . me about to steal the entirety of skyrim dragon language for mr. teyvatian alchemy - dracon’s language :)

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likepyrite​:

The mist in the air gathers his attention near instantly, eyes cutting back accusingly to the beast ( ferocious, able to rip Mondstadt to pieces if it show chose— at one point or another). His hair is smoothed back into place. There was no fear of it - far from it, Albedo spoke only in a soft tone. “I tried to draw you again.” ( again, again? how many times has he drawn this creature? far more than he can count. ) “What I was drawing before no longer interested me, and since you were right there, Durin.”

    “ me ? “ rumbled out from deep in its throat as it rises . snow that accumulates in the crevices between jagged scales begins to fall away, risen once again into the wind as it moves . its great movements are minute as it is able, only shifting what it must in order to better converse lest it knock down a bed of snow from the high peaks upon this dear one . its head tilts, a small curve of a thing as though it wishes to better see the sketchpad-- curious that it was the subject when there is much that is picturesque more so than it . “ not ... long-- promise ... only sensed you and wished ... to ensure you were kept safe ...  “ lonely, it does not say aloud-- a deep - seated desire not to sleep when there was the nearing tug of kin in its heart . “ ... bothering you ..? i can leave ... “

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     . me but i was going to cop out and use acnologia as a fc till i found this hunk

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     great and terrible wyrm has held its breath long, shoulders and spine raised tense that one might thing that it gathers itself to pounce upon the tiny thing before it and tear it apart as it once would . but instead, it sat ... and sat and sat ... until at last ( long last, you muse gruffly ), the pencil is raised from sketchpad and it can exhale heavily, warm breath fanning out as a mist in the cold over the alchemist . piercing scarlet almost casts a glow upon him as it speaks . “ what ... do you depict this time ... with your little tools ... “ || @likepyrite​

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     . beep beep guess who made a damn mistake-- you guessed it, it’s jack !!! bringing you all durin from genshin impact !! this is a sideblog to dayguard so follows will come from there !!

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     . guess who made another god damn mistake !!!!!