Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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oh boy, i forgot to mention i was going to go on a hiatus. i’m back now and tomorrow/later/when i have access to the main desktop, i’ll change all the snow and holiday stuff out of the icon and theme. in the mean time. sorry for not giving a heads up!
– ( @shadow-lupine | starter call )
it was a new land w hich meant a new start for his rider and him. or, at least a new place to remain until their names were cleared back in algaesia. however, the new land was... interesting to say the least. thorn wasn’t quite sure where to begin when it came to looking around. all he knew was he had to find food and a decent place to stay for the sake of he and his closest friend.
however, a new scent found it’s way under his tongue, leaving thorn to drop everything on his mind and instead look towards the source of it. his wings outstretched and tensed, ready to fly up and find murtagh once again at any moment, or if he was unable to escape, he was prepared to fight. but for now, he didn’t open a connection, but instead remained silent, red eyes carefully watching where the source of the strange scent came from.
– ( @morzanssxn | starter call )
in any other situation and any other fight, thorn wouldn’t have been so quick to jump to a concl- usion. but, given the fact he and his rider had been outnumbered, he had to think quickly. & thus, he’d gone straight up as fast as he could, a forepaw having wrapped tightly around his friend as to bring him with.
though arrows did prove to be a problem, the dragon did his best to avoid them while trying to mantain a steady flight, crimson slits flick- ering down to murtagh as to check on him. & the flight didn’t take long either. immediately after finding an empty clearing, thorn was quick to dive down to the grass, dropping his rider before actually hitting the ground, wide beating wings hardly softening the blow. a low growl could be heard from the beast as he allowed his body to rest on the ground, although he still opened a connection.
( are you alright? )
-- ( @maestrx | starter call )
large wings beat slowly as to ease the large beast onto the ground, the grass parting while his paws began to touch the ground once again. there was a dewy feeling to it, different than the snow and mountains he’d grown accustomed to. however, he could grow used to it once more.
thorn’s eyes rose from the grass, his attention turning to a familiar face who seemed to be... was he studying a bird? he couldn’t quite make it out, however he figured it was time to introduce himself and make his presence known with a small nudge and quiet grumble.
going back to old icons while i toy with newer ones but since i actually have enough icons, i should be back and ready to roleplay
❝ Thorn is my dragon, and a thorn he shall be to all enemies. ❞
“I have so many questions. Important questions!"
"I need to get out."
"I think we really have something here."
"I imagine all that could have been, and all that is now lost."
"The someday you’ve been waiting for is this day."
"We will all find out soon enough."
"They’re never going to believe this."
"They have our best interests at heart. I’m sure of it."
"We are eternal."
"We will not last."
"You will persist—ever so faintly, ever so slightly—on into perpetuity. Long after everything about you no longer matters."
"We are eternal, but we will not last."
"No one can make your destiny for you."
"Now is the time, I’m sure."
"Try to remember."
"Everything seems to be in order—in that I am nervous and uncertain and feel an emptiness sometimes which can never be filled."
"I have felt disconnected lately. My being has been split between the here and the now, and the there and the now."
"And I’ve never felt more at home."
"We were safe all along."
"It does sound nicer than I remember."
"But it’s hard to know how much meeting eyes or touching hands means until it’s gone."
"What makes you you? How are you able to acknowledge that you are even a thing, separate from the rest of the Universe?"
"But I don’t know. I can’t feel or see that, so—not really my problem now, is it."
"That’s the best part about the future. Anything you want to be possible is possible. As long as you don’t think about it too hard."
"It is a sadness, what we do to each other."
"This is starting to freak me out a little."
"This was supposed to be a fun and challenging exercise, but now I’m questioning everything about my self and my life."
"Nevermind. That doesn’t matter.”
“Nothing exists for you outside of my voice saying it does."
"But I miss—you know—touching. I miss this."
"Is anyone even listening to this?"
"Thank you for keeping me safe."
"So that seems to be another crisis averted."
"Perhaps we will never know anything. We have certainly never known anything yet."
"It was you, wasn’t it?"
"If only there was something I could do for you."
"Is there any trace of your old self left?"
"Well, uh, this is it. One way or another, here I go."
"But I can’t help it; I just get all worked up about a lack of coffee!"
"It’s fine. I’ll be fine."
"I do not know where I am."
"Nothing is as it seems. We’ve all been duped by God, all is lost, blah, blah, something, something, living nightmares."
"I can’t wait much longer."
"You’re not the only one who cares about her, you know."
"For this, I am sorry. I will try harder."
"We would never."
"That wasn’t me."
"This is the last time. Okay?"
"What—what is happening to me?"
"We’re sorry. We’re so sorry. But this is the only way.”
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instead of responding verbally, leonardo shot thorn an extremely unamused look and tightened the straps of his glider before leaping from the cliff without so much as a glance downwards.
and the wind caught beneath his makeshift wings, and his heart was in his throat. he. was. flying.
and very quickly afterwards he was f a l l i n g.
rugged talons lingered on the edge of the cliff before the dragon followed after his human friend. his wings beat slowly as to keep his pace slow, but not slow enough to fall. and for a moment, he he was impressed leo could fly. -- for a moment. his wings were quick to press against his sides as he dove down past the falling man, only arching his body upwards with outspread wings once below him as to catch him on his back the last thing he wanted or needed was leo getting himself killed so soon.
morzanssxn
after what felt like centuries of fighting, thorn had learned to listen to his surroundings. more so than the short time he was but a young dragon, that was. so when rustling caught his attention, the dragon had stirred, body raising from its resting position and crimson eyes snapping in the direction from the source of the sound. the scent was unfamiliar. it smelled rather...bitter, to put it nicely. and he didn’t want to linger too long to find out if they would be friend or foe. so, his head craned downward to give a nudge to his resting rider, though his eyes never left the brush.
( i believe it’s time we leave. )
[ quiet happy noises bc there’s a murtagh ]
maestrx:
“You believe that I will fail?” of course he was offended by such a thought. no one got anywhere if they believed they would not succeed. who would take a leap, then?
thorn’s body shook in that of a soft chuckle, amused by the reaction. he was dedicated and that was certainly not something to overlook. if anything, it reminded him of his rider in a way.
( nothing is perfect on the first attempt. but do try. )
maestrx:
“Well yeah, if my mathematics are correct… Which they should be…” leo gave a wide grin. it would not be nearly so fun if there wasn’t some danger to be had. he flexed his fingers, peering over the edge of of the cliff. “Will you catch me if I fall?”
the crimson beast heaved at the response he watched his friend carefully. he had no choice but to help if leo’s mathematics were wrong, and thorn already suspected such a thing.
( i don’t believe there’s an if but yes, i shall. )
maestrx:
AM I A DRAGON YET????
NO LEO U ARENT A DRAGON UNTIL YOU CAN FLY PROPERLY
maestrx:
“I’ve not tested it yet, but…. It should work.”
there’s a pause as he tightened a few of the leather straps and inspected the large wings for any blemishes.
“Would you be impressed if it does?”
( should? ) a hint of concern had reached thorn’s tone, wings shifting at his sides. so, there wasn’t a certain outcome which meant the man could easily get harmed. then again, it always seemed to fall to that conclusion...
( any dragon would, but it doesn’t seem wise. )
maestrx replied to your post:❝That’s right. Are you impressed yet?❞
-GOES FLYING OFF A CLIFF ONLY TO CRASH HORRIBLY TO THE GROUND- THIS IS LEO GUYS. -cries-
-SHAKES HEAD- LEO STOP WHAT ARE U DOING WITH YOUR LIFE
❝ What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight? ❞
( braveheart sentence meme || maestrx )
there was a long pause after the question was asked. one could easily think the mental connection thorn held with the rider had been broken, that the dragon had lost the strength to hold it. but it was only him thinking over what his rider and him were to do. would they fight?…
( i’m unsure. i cannot say we won’t, but after what we’ve caused, it may prove to be difficult to fight beside others.. )
