King's Omen

Musarra Gishkim. As old as the Alpha Draconis itself. DRAGON LORD . When the universe was young and Earth inexistent, an ancient dragon made his nest in the core of the planet itself . today, this dragon awakes.

[aslibekroglu]

#the fact that he literally cannot say no to her (6/?)

[mxsarra]

MUSARRA GISHKIM || Dragonite

Halloween Costume Contest

@rocketfm

[mxsarra]

fletcherliu​:

a lack of light was never much a problem for fletcher . he was , inherently so , a beacon of light when the world was without it , and the cut to power only caused the fire within him to manifest more physically now the streets seemed empty of all other terrestrial life . “ musarra , “ he spoke , acknowledging the other as an ember swirled around his extended index finger , illuminating the black hole of a small town without the help of street lamps . as he approached the individual who he recognised from the dirty pig-pen of the satellite complex’s basement there was a shared sense of understanding , noting the yellowed eyes that was something beyond human , a telltale sign they were from differing homelands , neither of them earth . “ what are you doin’ out here at this hour , hm ?? let me guess , you’re plotting some evil scheme , trying to find somebody to bring back to your planet and probe . not all of us have creepy glow worms for eyes helping us navigate , “ there was an unspoken difference between those settled in roswell from the beginning of their earthly existence and those that had crashed , a strange limbo when it came to customs , tradition , etiquette .

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A constant tired and rather annoyed expression had accompanied the dragon since his arrival to Roswell, it wasn’t a secret for anybody that he wasn’t very fond of the place and would rather stay by himself in the nearby mountains where the constant fuss of the humans wouldn’t bother him as much. Even after thousands of years of signing peace between intergalactic races. he still felt slightly uncomfortable when someone would address him by his first name with no trace of profound respect like that one he firmly believed he deserved, Mus wasn’t some random space ambassador, HE WAS  KING GODDAMIT.    But there was no point on making a tantrum about it at his point any longer. His frame turns around to face the fire bringer ( probably one of the few things that made the dragon take some liking to the fellow extraterrestrial ). A brief side-smirk showed up at the joking supposition of the other. “As HARD as it may get to understand, I am, by no means evil... which is by itself a very subjective term”, he stated calmly. “I guess not all creatures are supposed to dwell in dark places”, the King simply commented. “I was taking a walk, taking advantage of the loneliness of the streets at this hour, but I could ask you the same, my friend.; any fiery intentions behind your late strolls?”

[mxsarra]

axelle-dherblay​:

When Axelle had been sent to sleep, she’d chosen a volcano as a way to have more of a connection with her king. That perhaps she’d be able to sense if he awoke and needed her help for some mission the Council sent him on. She had been his advisor after all, and last time she checked that fact and position hadn’t changed, no matter how many millenia separated the time from which they’d been awake until now. She didn’t want to miss the chance to help the one whose personal army she’d fought in so many ages ago, who she still would loyally serve. That sense of duty was what kept Axelle going back to sleep in that volcano for centuries at a time.

Axelle had gotten early start that morning, after having made her usual check of her labyrinth, making sure it’s entrance was still incredibly concealed. After popping in for a coffee and something to eat, she’d started heading for the candy shop. Of all places, she hadn’t ever seen herself working in such a place. She’d thought one day she might work in a library, or museum, anything where her vast knowledge could be put to good use.

Then something she hadn’t felt in eons came over her, subtly, softly, and comfortingly familiar. She couldn’t remember how long it’d been since she’d felt it, and she knew that she’d been hoping to feel it again to serve as she was supposed to. The feeling of the dragon King within her presence. Turning around to face the all too familiar face, a surprised grin slowly tugged on her lips, her eyes widening along with it. His human form was a sight for sore eyes, every chiselled feature the same as it had been centuries ago. Despite the fact that people could see her, the woman curtsied low in front of the other. “Silimma hemeen, your grace.” Even though they weren’t in court, or in a formal setting, old habits died hard eh?

-

Eyes were on them for sure probably wondering if this was some kind of flashmob or a quick little play improvised due the time of the month. The dragon showed a little smile ( probably one of the clearest signs of his relief ) as she replied back with a courtesy. Musarra couldn’t care less about the humans’ reactions to the whole situation.

“I am pleased that my abilities didn’t deceive me. Come now, I think we need to share a word”, he softly commanded to his advisor. While the dragon felt immensely grateful about his encounter with Axelle, duty was not forgotten and he knew he had some catching up to do with her before anything else. He had some idea that his servants had woken up before in different periods of time, he had... felt it, but none of that had disturbed his sleep.

Suspicious eyes landed on the humans around them as if looking for any kind of intrusive ear that was prying into personal business, ready to snatch off their heads at any given clue, but cold glares alone seemed to be enough to send curious insignificant beings back into their own business. “I will wait outside”, Mus declared and turned around to exit the store.

[captain-flint]

Oscar and his greying manbun 😩👌

[aurelinsol]

“Cower, Worship, Beg, 

                    they’re all valid reactions.”

Aurelion Sol - The Star Forger 

[mxsarra]

rebeccaxdavenport​:

Becca felt the power of his name through every part of her body – it sent shockwaves down to her bone marrow and she subconsciously gasped again, taken aback by how truly powerful he was. She quickly dropped to her knees and lowered her head upon hearing he was a dragon lord as old as the universe itself, hoping she didn’t offend him. “I’m sorry. My name is Rebecca – Rebecca Davenport. My brother and I – his name is Luxthren – we don’t know our true parents or where we’re from. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the foster care system, but we were shopped around from house to house, forced to cook and clean and do so much more than children ever should be forced to do, all while the American government paid them a stipend just for keeping us alive. The family that finally adopted us, which is just signing paperwork that they would be our legal guardians, shopped my brother around like a show pony until he got rich and famous, and then when he fell into drug addiction and alcoholism and other issues, they shipped him here to be with me so they wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore.” 

She took in a shaky breath, swallowing in attempt to get the pleading tone out of her voice and smooth out her fear. “I, for one, am tired of dealing with these awful humans and the way they just leech off of this planet and try to destroy anyone they deem unworthy. That’s why I was here today; this is the only place I truly feel at peace in this town, and hardly anyone comes here, so clearly meeting you was fated.” Becca’s story was out of her mouth before she even realized she had poured her entire life out before this dragon lord, a being who probably didn’t even care about such a meaningless life, tormented by humans as a child because she and her brother were too weak to fight back. 

She paused, forcing herself to meet his eyes and keep her gaze there. “I’m sorry– I didn’t mean to dump all of that on you. I’ve just been waiting for someone, for you to come and make things right for us. These humans are kidnapping anyone they discover is like us and using them for experiments or just outright killing us. I just– I’m tired of seeing how we have to  live in fear of being discovered while just looking for peace. The humans are ruining this planet and it needs to be stopped.”

-

She was a talkative one. The girl fell on her knees and her tongue started to spill out sentence after sentence nonstop. Musarra didn’t understand some of the terms she used, but pain and affliction was universal and every single word dropped had an emotional heavy weight with it. He didn’t know her or the brother she mentioned, but any extraterrestrial being was an ally, specially those who had suffered so much by the hand of the human race.

The dragon remained still as she blurted out her story and upon showing sudden, yet absolute... devotion(?) and listening to her words against human beings and their horrible doings, Mus didn’t question anything else about her; while he may had not cared in the past due his violent origins, those were old and primitive times, dragons were self-centered as a species, yes, but they had developed wisdom and empathy to the point of helping the Council boost forwards lower life forms to reach maximum consciousness.    Lord Musarra was a warrior, but he was not monster upon the innocent. He crouched slowly because even though he was a monarch, he believed in the equality among extraterrestrial species.    “Humans do not deserve your tears and your suffering. My arrival would have come earlier if I had known the state of this planet sooner; I apologize for the delay”, he commented softly with a hand over his heart. “Stand up now, child. No cosmic being will be harmed within MY planet”, the King stated as he extended a hand towards her with the intention to help her get on her feet again. “The human reign will soon be over. We need to be smart, but mark my words; Earth will recover”, he assured her with a very light smile. “Enough with the fear now, you have felt plenty of it all your life”.

[mxsarra]

Steadily, he had been recovering from the long slumber that numbed his fingers and clouded his thoughts. Every morning his body complained a little after sleeping for thousands and thousands of years and as the dragon lord opened his eyes with the first rays of sunlight, a familiar feelings caused his fingertips to tingle. He pushed the covers away and approached the nearest window facing the east of town. So long he spent connected to the magma that touched every volcano that the energy of his kin flowed through his own veins and he was able to feel them.

                                                         THEY WERE AWAKE

Musarra grabbed the longer layer of his robes to cover himself and he jumped through the window --startling some neighbors-- and headed into the energy’s direction barefoot without much care of the impression he could be causing around.

His search ended upon the very well-known feminine silhouette whose hair contained the universe itself, because yes, if you looked very carefully you would notice a particular set of sparks in her mane and if you had a good sight ( one of a dragon preferably ), you would notice that the black of her hairs were made of black matter and galaxies shone through it camouflaged as the reflection of sunlight.      Axelle was a sight for sore eyes      and a breath of fresh air for the King who now faced his advisor.

                                               “Silimma hemeen, Axelle”, he greeted.

@axelle-dherblay​

[mxsarra]

DARKNESS! (for fletcher)

Posted here!

[mxsarra]

send me DARKNESS! for a starter where all the electricity goes out in the middle of the night.

The dragon should probably get more adequate clothes to roam around Roswell, but people didn’t seem to care much, many of them talked something about a Halloween thing and came running to ask for a picture to which he didn’t say anything, but annoying tourists put out their phones and flashed a picture anyways. More than once he felt like retaliating, but common sense kept him calm for he knew it would be ridiculous to attack without knowing the full picture and as far as he knew, there were agents hunting down beings like him.

Musarrra was minding his own thoughts when a wave of darkness hit the streets. He looked around looking for the source, not that he minded, his eyes adapted very well in the pitch black darkness but in exchange, they emitted a yellow glow and the slit he had as pupils sparked up against the amber light.

                                                “Oddly satisfying”, he spoke up to no one in particular.

@fletcherliu​

[mxsarra]

rebeccaxdavenport​:

The first round of shouts behind Becca translated as anger and fury in her ears, and she continued running, praying to see the trees open up and reveal Roswell again. Then the voice shouted – no, almost pleaded with the series of words she’d waited her whole life to hear: We are kin. Suddenly Becca stopped; her body frozen mid-stride by the slowing of her own molecules. Then she was back onto the ground, gasping for breath and slowly turning to face the attacker turned pursuer, wherever he was amongst the trees and undergrowth. Becca’s strong and fearless demeanor was gone; instead she looked like a small child, breathless and vulnerable in the presence of a much larger, much more powerful being. “Who are you?” Was all she could muster, forehead shiny with sweat and her legs burning from exertion. Becca blinked and her eyes shone their true, crystalline blue, another small effort in showing that she meant no harm. This very well could be a trick, a sick way to lure a lonely alien woman to her death, but she had to take the chance. She, and her brother, had been waiting their whole lives to be seen as they truly were and treated with respect instead of disdain.

-

The girl finally stopped and Musarra caughtup with her and his monstrous features camouflaged again into human flesh. Mus kept a straight position with no signs of being worn out by the chase. His expression, while still rather rough, softened immensely as he approached her slowly. Her change of eye color was mimicked by the dragon as his own eyes became golden and reptilian. Her fear was immediately understood for he knew humans were cruel and quick to judge. How much damage had this extraterrestrial girl gone through her life to be this AFRAID?

                                                                     “MUSARRA GISHKIM”

The dragon introduced himself with a growl in his tone and a full chest, his ego remained untouched even after waking up in a world in which he knew pretty much nothing. “I am one of the three dragon lords that were born with the universe”, he stated proudly. Usually one to feel scorn against those who didn’t bow at his single action of entering a room, Mus decided to forgive the girl’s lack of manners since she didn’t seem to possess any idea of extraterrestrial royalty.   “What is your name?”

[nightofthecreeps]

OSCAR ISAAC in INSIDE LLEWYN DAVIS 2013 | dir. Ethan Coen, Joel Coen

[mxsarra]

f10-ur​:

He couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit irritable by how long it took the Archanans to alert him that a Lord was waking; to their credit, they emphasized that as royalty, it was his duty to welcome Draconian blood in his midst, but he didn’t expect the news to come at 3 AM in the morning. After pressing the heel of his hand against his eyes to rub the sleep from them, he yanked on acceptable human clothing (even if it was a bit lackluster by Archanan standards) and drove himself to the spot where the Lord was bound to appear. So he waited. And waited. And peered over at the thermos full of warm coffee he was saving for his guest, but decided against drinking it for now.  The initial rumbling of the earth finally jarred him from his exhaustion, pulling his attention away from the novel he had tucked between steering wheel and his knees. Flour gently tuckled his flower bookmark between the delicate pages and placed it in the passenger seat next to him before he got out to inspect the area. There was electricity in the air; it tasted like ancient power, like stardust from eons ago that’s grown static at the presence of time. He saw the larger figure before the figure saw him, of course; brushing strands of bubble gum pink hair from his eyes, he stepped closer and desperately tried to ignore the the very slim probability that the other will crush him when he is mistakenly identified as an enemy.  The one syllable roar commanded respect and authority, but Flour dug his heels against the earth to keep from buckling. He extended a hand, palms open and fingers stretched until a soft glow radiated from the center and pulsed. It was nonphysical greeting, a warm extension of one’s heart to another as the ball of light bobbed closer towards the Musarra and illuminated his face. If touched, it will fade, but for now it lingered.  “Sairon Ka’ Vuulsarxi, 3rd of the royal house in Archana. Flour, in this lifetime.” He finally, carefully, lowered his arm, though he kept his chin raised and a soft smile in place, “I have been told to come greet you once you have made your appearance; it is a pleasure, as always, to meet an old ally.”

-

The introduction is familiar and Mus lowers down the hairs of his nape that rose up ready to transform into spines along the length of his back. His palm moves up towards the glowing orb and keeps his skin at safe distance to not vanish its light but close enough to feel the energy emanating from it; it is a silent reply to the non-verbal greeting.

The dragon’s expression lowers in aggression but it remains stern and immovable upon knowing the identity of this little creature. Ah, an Archanan, old friends of the draconians, one of the first alliances the lizards made with another species. “Your Highness”, Musarra spoke up, “such pleasure to find quite a delightful ally amidst the painful confusion on this unholy ground”, he commented, “what name should I call you, then? It is of my understanding that some Archanans prefer their original names, while some others adapt to every new life given to them”, the dragon pointed out. “Musarra Gishkim, but you probably know that already... which means the Council is more than aware about my interrupted slumber”, he said with an attemped chcukle that sounded like brief growl burning in his chest. “Anything I should know about aside of the current decaying state of this planet?”

[mxsarra]

rebeccaxdavenport​:

Becca wasn’t spying, but she didn’t have time to explain. She’d entered the forest like any other day, using the sweet stillness of nature to calm her nerves and center herself away from the world. There was such a peace when nature welcomed you, embraced your soul and allowed you to forget, for just a little while, that you were an outsider, an unwelcome invader according to humanity. Her eyes were closed, her steps slow and deliberate until she heard a strange sound coming from nearby. What her eyes fell upon from behind a tree trunk didn’t make sense; the being in the clearing ahead of her didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen before, and struck fear into her chest.  That was the moment she let out a quiet gasp, and the creature turned around. Without thinking she placed her hands in front of her to manipulate the air and water around the creature to hopefully slow them down long enough to listen. Though her chances were slim given how quick they were to turn and run in her direction. “I’m not a spy! I don’t know who or what you are, but I’m not here to hurt you!” With that out of the way, Becca turned and started to sprint as fast as she could push her legs to move, opening space within tree trunks and pulling masses of grass and weeds apart to make a clean path for herself as she ran for her life, praying to whoever was listening that she wouldn’t be caught or killed.

-

The air became thicker around him as he ran towards his prey and for a second, time stopped for him as feral eyes focused on the girl and the sudden realization of what was happening hit him. The dragon stopped abruptly as the girl ran away and with aggression vanished, the spikes of his arms lowered down as well; but now, with even greater reason he had to chase behind the thin frame of the female.

Strides made by strong legs followed behind without much trouble to catch on her scent and... all the branches and weeds shoved apart. The space was too crowded with plants to fly and the sky was not a safe place to do so, so his legs would have to do for now. Mus ran fast behind her with the intention of reaching her before they arrived to the entrance of town and once she was only some meters away, the King spoke up.

                           “I won’t hurt you! Stop right there!”

His growls and commands most likely didn’t come across as gentle, specially with the beastly-infused tone of his voice. “You have extraterrestrial blood. WE ARE KIN”.

[mxsarra]

Few were the areas that remained untouched by the filthy humanity. Mus had managed to escape out of Flour’s sight for a moment, even if the Archanan has probably predicted  this would happen. But he needed time alone, he needed to STRETCH without curious eyes and the invasive odor of human flesh and blood. The King was very aware that going back to his real form would be madly inconvenient and so, he decided to rest each part separately. First, an arm covered in burgundy scales and sharp claws came out of thin human fingers until the whole forearm had a reptile appearance to it. Then the legs, larger and stronger than any other and finally, the wings, stretched out from his back, keeping everything in proportion to his human form. Hands ran through the blades of grass as if gifting a caress to his second home.

Through his fingertips he could hear Mother Nature sing for him and he replied in peaceful whispers of love and thankfulness towards her. A soft purr came out from his chest as they seemed to hold a conversation, one that was happening to a soul-level and nothing or anyone could probably think of listening to.

But peace was quickly interrupted as a known smell makes him rise up from the ground and without taking care on hiding his reptilian traits, he looks back with sharp yellow eyes, spotting a tiny human frame.

                                            “SPY!”

Musarra roared as he threw himself her way at quick speed with the intention of pining her against the ground.

@rebeccaxdavenport​

[mxsarra]

The cold of the desert hit the Lord’s face with no success. The ground under his feet shook and even the sand and dirt seemed to part away with every step given by the dragon. It had been so long since he had acquired this form that it felt... ODD. A small frame and fragile frame in comparison with the immensity of his real form felt pathetic, the flexibility of the skin with no armor above seemed horrible weak and even if he was still resistant to the harsh elements by the fire soul that resided inside him, Musarra couldn’t help but feel nothing but disgust for this vessel.

A long and thick coat covered his body with oxford delight and underneath, black clothes covered from his toes to the tip of his fingertips, leaving nothing but his face mostly uncovered, but still protected by a hood of the same coat and... OH, one of the most important elements of his appearance: a black eyepatch covering his right eye. A deep scar marked his face from the edge of his hairline, across his eye and down his cheek, breaking the rhythm for a moment just to continue on his lower lip and the lower part of his chin; don’t think poorly of him, though, his eyesight of that eye was intact, but the secret it hid was a story for some other day.

The big dark silhouette of his stepped near the borders of town when a smaller ( way smaller ) figure seemed to appear in front of him. A huff let out by the dragon managed to light up brief-living sparks of fire caused by his breath coming in contact with the oxygen of the atmosphere. His abilities were weaker, otherwise, the ground he was standing on would have told him about a presence in the area.

                                                       “WHO?”

He growled with an echo that shook the air around them; the word was pronounced in an ancient native tongue, not really expecting to hear an answer, but the familiarity in the air around this small creature restrained him from handing himself to immediate brutality.

@f10-ur​

[mxsarra]