Forever Dreaming

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[marshalatdusk]

"The dragons are not stars in the sky. They can be counted. They can be fought. One day, we will kill the last of them. Only then will Tyria be safe."

App // Stats

Firstborn of his entire race and burdened with leadership.

Scholar turned army leader.

Will hyperfixate and talk your ear off about his interests.

PLEASE ask him about his interests, he wants to overshare so badly.

Doomed by the narrative.

Speaking of doomed by the narrative, he unintentionally brought a hitchhiker with him in the form of the seed of Mordremoth. Catch vine madness every now and again. It's like cave madness except it's in the form of a bitchy plant lizard in his skull.

Grows his own clothes.

Perpetually barefoot

Glows in the dark. :) It's no longer purple though. :(

He's an actual plant.

[marshalatdusk]

"I have seen... Quite a few children here. Suggesting our... Ah. Captors? Just kidnap children too. Are you alright?"

@madeupxmemory

[madeupxmemory]

"I... am. I'm adjusting." She says softly. "Thank you for your concern. Are you alright?"

[marshalatdusk]

He carefully studies her demeanor, understanding children, of any species and race, weren't as... Durable? As their adult counterparts. Trahearne still struggled with children.

"As much as I can be," he admits. "It is still strange to be brought back to lif--" he had to catch himself from oversharing, especially to a child. He clears his throat. "I am doing well, thank you."

[marshalatdusk]

"I know there are no charr here, but you do seem to be related to them at the very least."

@marsmcn

[marsmcn]

"'Charr? what a odd word. Could you..."

one hand stretches open, or rather his giant gauntlet of a fist.

"explain more?"

[marshalatdusk]

Trahearne hums in response, shifting lightly on his feet as he considers this man's question.

"Well..." He starts slowly, doing his best to represent the charr. "They are large beastmen with feline characteristic and horns. Two sets of ears and are normally massive. They're warlike and tend to live in warbands. I have quite a few friends and allies that are charr."

[marshalatdusk]

"I know there are no charr here, but you do seem to be related to them at the very least."

@marsmcn

[marshalatdusk]

"I have seen... Quite a few children here. Suggesting our... Ah. Captors? Just kidnap children too. Are you alright?"

@madeupxmemory

[marshalatdusk]

Hiss!

Trahearne watches as one of the strays he's been taking care of bound away, tail fluffed up. These others scatter, and he folds his arms, perplexed.

"Well...That hasn't happened before."

@silenthcwl

[marshalatdusk]

Starter Call! More so short ones. I think I'll cap at 3

[marshalatdusk]

"The cold seems to make... Him a tad more quiet. Can't say I'm surprised."

[marshalatdusk]

"I feel as if I have been asleep for too long. I suppose winter really did effect me this time around. Almost feel like a sapling again, haha."

[marshalatdusk]

"I do hope everyone enjoys their party." He was never one for crowds, so he's not attending.

[inablinkgone]

@marshalatdusk Continued from -> here!

It's getting a little too cold to be wandering around barefoot at night, but Till is used to going without creature comforts like shoes, properly fitting clothes, or even blankets or a bed. If anything, the cold is a welcome distraction to the usual monotony of Till's sleepless nights.

His best nights are marked by aching scars and migraines. His worst: nightmares. This wasn't even the first person he's met wandering in the dark, nor the strangest.

"People can do what they want here." It sounds at first more like a fact than an invitation, but it's said in a lighthearted way. It's something Till is still getting used to. He sits in the grass by the side of the road, opening the sketchbook he had tucked under his arm, and begins outlining the shadowy trees by the dim light of the street lamp.

"Eh. I've seen way worse." He says, bluntly but truthfully. "If anything, the glowing is… kinda pretty, actually." The flowers in the Garden were fake, but he'd always felt sympathy for them anyway. Till often thought that if he were a flower, he'd have wilted long ago, or been crushed carelessly underfoot.

"You shouldn't apologize for things you can't help like that. Besides…" Till stops drawing to look at the other apraisingly for a moment, "It was around this time last year when the trees started to lose their leaves and go to sleep… Must be tough…"

[marshalatdusk]

That's a relief. He smiles just a bit, considering everything he's discovered before, Trahearne wasn't surprised the people here weren't perturbed by his presence. He had seen himself in a mirror and it did catch him off guard, but that was just the dragon's corruption. Something he hopes can be reversed.

It matters not what you look like.

Then his smile fades momentarily. Not inviting himself to sit near the stranger, he just looks at the trees across from them. Distant crickets and sounds of city life filling the air with a gentle hum.

"Maybe during my first year of life," he admits. "I-- nor the other firstborne-- understood the world outside of the grove. When we finally allowed ourselves to venture out, my first winter was brutal." He chuckles a bit.

"The grove itself is consistent throughout the year, but I had found my leaves falling, felt like I was wilting and my energy sapped. Come to find out we weren't really meant for winter. Of course I found a way around it."

Trahearne gives something if a half shrug. "I'm used to it now. Though I should think about buying clothes meant for the cold before my leaves drop completely. I hardly think it's appropriate to run around naked."

[marshalatdusk]

"I am not prepared for winter. I've managed to collect a couple sweaters, but they aren't keeping me warm as they should. Any recommendations?"

[jakdaw]

*points*

[skelesass]

so im sorry for the spam AGAIN but i thought i’d post these early ugly sketches I did in relation to a thought I had in regards to an AU im working on with @hedjeroo (so many AU’s)

battling a dragon in your brain is a bitch, especially when ur trying to get your commander/s to kill you.

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[mournfulroses]

Hsiung Hung, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Women Poets of China; "Thinking of Someone,"

[skelesass]

I’m prepared for this new necro class, y’all.

[skelesass]

im sorry about this

[mournfulroses]

Yosano Akiko, quoted "Embracing the Firebird: Yosano Akiko and the Rebirth of the Female Voice in Modern Japanese Poetry,"