LUSTROUS

YOU SLEEP COILED; TIGHTLY WOUND. hands are fists beneath pillows. clenched above cotton sheets. you are at war. even in your dreams

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frostyxemerys:

Sunlight beamed through the clouds striking flying dragons that were training high above the training grounds where he sat with a book in hand. His body ached beyond measure, but Emerys wished to see the apprentices progress considering that the current state of the world may lunge them into battle sooner than they thought. A couple of apprentices almost flew into each other and it tore a raspy chuckle from him. “Not a bad escape maneuver especially on a drake.”

a small hand shields her eyes against the midday sun, eyes squinted in an attempt to keep watch on her rowdy apprentices as they raced aloft. they were having a bit too much fun, considering this was meant to be a lesson, but she wasn’t about to ruin their merriment, knowing the darkness of the coming days. the closer the drakes get to each other, her body grew more and more tense, and she’s about to call out to them, when the one suddenly pulls up and shoots off skyward. her body sighs. there’s a strained chuckle at his comment “i would have said foolhardy, but i’ll concede that the move was... impressive.” her words are critical, stemming from concern, but her smile is proud.

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Alignment Tracker

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        Chaste ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Lustful     Energetic ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Lazy     Forgiving ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Vengeful    Generous ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Selfish        Honest ◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Deceitful             Just ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌ Arbitrary       Merciful ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cruel        Modest ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Proud           Pious ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌ Worldly       Prudent ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Reckless  Temperate ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Indulgent      Trusting ◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Suspicious     Valorous ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cowardly

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like for a starter!!

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plotting call?

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ofdraqcns:

                              when he first heard the noise , he had assumed it was an apprentice that was either lost & thought they wouldn’t get caught.  but he turned around to find euphraxia  - a full rider & he relaxed.  “  it’s alright , “   he replied.  only elders were allowed sole entrance ,  but rowan was a bit lax on that rule.  he enjoyed the joy the eggs brought to everyone.   “  the eggs are doing okay.  i can feel them waiting.  – they’re not abandoned as often as you think.  it averages about one or two every year.  dragon’s don’t have eggs too often.  “

she nods in understanding, assuaged by the shift in his attitude, she takes a hesitant step closer to the eggs. her heart swells at the memory of dima’s egg. the reflective, polished look of it, and the undeniable presence of life beating inside. it sends a chill up her spine. “the... entanglement of fate involved with the order is-- it’s astonishing.” it stumbles from her mind and out of her mouth breathlessly, her eyes shooting up to rowan from the egg, a bemused, albeit embarrassed bewilderment dancing across her face. “--sorry, i’m not entirely sure what i meant by that.”

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bloodmoonridcr:

It was always dark when Talia woke. And every morning, as she dressed and adorned herself with the circlet and rings that reflected her status, she thought of the world as one endless night. It was dark when her day began and dark when it ended. And no matter what small victories there were to be had, the night still came and with it new troubles. 

In truth, it was more like the middle of the night rather than the edge of morning, but Talia decided to begin her day anyway. As washed and plaited her hair, she felt Eovyr stir with a grumbled protest at the hour. 

“None of that,” she snapped, the sound echoing through her chambers. There was probably no one in the whole damned cliffs who argued with their dragon as much as Talia did. Almost an hour later and it was still dark, and Talia walked through the forests. The trees had much to say, as long as they knew you listened. 

Eovyr, still pouting, was nowhere in sight, but she suddenly felt a wave of giddiness and mischief. She saw it in her mind moments before it happened: Eovyr jumped out of the shadows and frightened Euphraxia, snarling and stamping his foot on the ground. 

“EOVYR.” Talia thundered. “I’ll keep you chained. Euphraxia, tell me you’re unharmed.” 

she wasn’t one to scream, even faced by a snarling, and large dragon, all she managed was a sharp intake of breath and a few stumbling steps backward. the fear faded quickly-- after recovering from the initial shock of a grown dragon leaping out from the shadows-- replaced by confusion when she recognized the dragon opposing her as eovyr. tense shoulders fall lax when talia appears, not far behind. “i’m not--” displeased by the fright coloring her tone, she cleared her throat, allowed a small smile and a steady glance to her fellow rider, and tried again. “i’m not, he just startled me, which i assume was his intention,” she allows herself a small wave of fondness at his mischief, despite the disquiet gripping her chest. “dima can be a bit... roguish, himself. not to worry. i suppose it’s in their nature.” she steps closer, hesitantly, swallowing her apprehension.

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wanted connections and plots

- close friend/confidant. (a bit of backstory) only a few people were made aware of phraxia’s pregnancy over two centuries ago. she was afraid of dying in labor, as her mother had, and she didn’t want to be remembered for that, so she went off and lived in a human village where no one knew her, only seeing a few visitors. after she gave birth, she panicked, she was only a century into being a dragon rider, still young and wild, herself. driven by postpartum depression and anxiety, she couldn’t even bring herself to give the child to his father. her confidant would have been the one to deliver the child. they would still be very close, and someone she can speak openly with, something she doesn’t do very often. 

- DWARVEN PAL!! humans r dumb. dwarven solidarity m8. she misses ur’dunnir a lot, but she doesn’t like to speak much of the past much, reminisce with my baby girl pls she needs friends.

- grandchild/some form of descendant. its been two centuries since she gave her child away, one of her biggest regrets as she never got to reconcile with him. considering half-human / half-dwarves generally live for 150 years, he is almost certainly dead. i kind of want to see her reconcile and try to redeem herself. and i just love angst and pain.

- sparring partner! she’s a Capable fighter but she always likes challenging herself, and it’s a bonding exercise. 

- love interest? love isn’t really something she’s majorly focused on at the moment, but it’s not something you can really control. we’d have to talk it out in IMs but i’m a Slut for shipping and will probably be down for anything. phraxia has had many lovers, but has never really fallen in love. please kiss her. she’s Lonely. can be any gender ;) girl hella pan.

- friend. doesn’t have to be a dragon rider, would be assuming a pre-existing relationship in our threads. 

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starcallcr:

                        he was in the hatchery  ( in the upper floors of khari tower ) , surrounded by dozens of eggs.  none were the same exact colors ;  one a shining gold, the one next to it catching the light filtering in from the windows on it’s white surface & appearing slightly rainbow colored.  he admired them , the little lives inside of them & the futures they would hold.  it wasn’t often he came in here , but a full rider on scouting duty had found two abandoned & brought them back here.  he’d been staring at one of them , a deep forest green , when another walked in.  “ you shouldn’t be in here.  elders only.  “   he spoke , before pulling his eyes from the egg & towards the intruder.

she knows she isn’t allowed up here, but her curiosity had bested her. once the eggs were safe in the hatchery, she’d returned to scouting duty, as instructed-- but some fascination, and a splash of concern, drew her to them. (all she’d wanted was a quick peek at them.) she hadn’t expected anyone to be up here-- a small gasp escapes her at rowan’s voice, barely having leaned in before being discovered. “sorry...! i know, i’ve just been worried about them since i dropped them off.” she trails off, leaning a bit in an attempt to catch a glimpse at the egg. “i just-- are eggs abandoned like that quite often?” worry laces her tone, her gaze flickering between rowan and the egg beneath furrowed brows. 

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So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.

R. Arnold (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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task 001 - word asssociation.

ROUGH. the road from ur’dunnir to shallune

HIDE. animal hide

SAD. her parents.

MOTHER. laughter

LOVE. dima, her father, her baby.

FOREST. peaceful. 

WHITE. clouds

SKY. freedom

THE DREAD. thief

RESPONSIBILITY. the dragon rider order

WATER. hypnotic

DRAGONS. allies

CHILD. heartbreak

POWER. dima

FATHER. comfort

HURT. loss

MOUNTAINS. home

MAGIC. fascinating

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elvenraised:

esrioas was known to wake early and roam around before others began to rise. he liked the quiet of the early morning. it was something not many knew about him, for he was such a high energy individual throughout the day. ❛ i didn’t expect to see you this early out, master. was it too loud to sleep? ❜ hopefully she didn’t intend on starting training this early. esrioas liked to use this time to fully wake up before starting the day.

a fond smile melts stony features at the sight of her sunny apprentice. she hadn’t expected to see him about this early, either. the hand which had instinctively flown to her sword’s pommel falls back to her side. “i didn’t know that you woke so early yourself, esrioas.” she chuckles warmly, leaves crunching beneath her boot as she approaches him. “ah-- no, i find myself... a bit more restless these days, is all.”

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she wanted to be able to distract herself from the impending sense doom which suffocated her. the chilling terror which gripped her by the throat and squeezed. (how aptly the dread was named.) guilt taunted her dreams and warded her away from her pillow, that was what had woken her so early; the ghastly vision of her father, pinned beneath his dead drake, gasping for air, crawling at the dirt beneath his finger-- she reaches for him, her arm stretches stretches stretches. then the inky blackness, her mind’s hapless translation of the dread, swallows them both. that was what had turned her out of consciousness before the sun had even crawled over the horizon, and into the forest. her blade sits in it’s sheath, bouncing against her hip as she walks silently through the trees. there hadn’t been a reason to wake dima this early in the morning, not for a walk just to clear her head. the sound of footsteps, heavier than a fox or deer, startles her from her daze. head turns to the source, though her eyes don’t immediately land on anything out of place in the sea of green surrounding her. a little disquieted, though not entirely worried, she calls out a drowsy “hello?” 

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taintcdhuntress:

IT WAS NOT wise to be out during the late night while the threat of the dread continued to loom over them. she knew this. but the elf was unable to sleep, and had grown tired of tossing and turning in the darkness of her quarters. finding it no use to try and battle her insomnia, she slipped out into the forest to meet mihril ( but not without her bow, of course ). a quick lap over the cliffs should help clear my mind, is what she told him. her companion obeyed, and it was about an hour later when the two landed on ground again. the adrenaline rush she got every time she rode atop of mihril’s back never failed to leave her breathless. her high did not last long, as a third presence soon approached. she froze in her place, listening intently for the intruder. mihril was already growling beside her. the sound of footsteps crunching twigs nearby confirmed her suspicions, and she swiftly raised her bow, ready to strike. “show yourself!”

hands are raised in surrender. her bed had not been very welcoming, as of late. restlessness had been delivered with the news of her father. she’d been staying up late, lying with dima, polishing reflective scales until sleep calls to her. she hadn’t even noticed kallian until her harsh tone nearly knocked her to the ground. “gods--” a momentary beat, allowing her pulse to settle back to a steady beat. “’s just me, kallian. dima was insisting he lost a scale,” she hopes that mentioning the fussy beast’s vanity will ease the tension. “--had me check three times... are you alright?” perhaps it was just the dread making her so jumpy, nonetheless, phraxia risks a step closer. 

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EUPHRAXIA ALRIDIN, who strongly resembles HOLLIDAY GRAINGER, has made the Shallune Cliffs their home. They are a 332 year old DWARF. She is known to be +CLEAR-HEADED & +FOCUSED, but also -IMPULSIVE & -PROFLIGATE. She is a FULL dragon rider, bonded to a 300 old DRAKE named DIMA. He is CHROME colored, & can be +CHARISMATIC, but also -TEMPRAMENTAL.

do not call her by her full name. permitted nicknames include (but are not limited to); Phrax, Phraxia, Axia. She’s named after her great aunt who raised her father. 

she was thirty-two when she became a dragon rider, this year marks her third century in the position, and it’s bittersweet. her father was one of the first dwarven dragon riders, he brought a younger Phraxia with him when he left ur’dunnir. 

Phraxia was around nineteen when they left, she was apprentice to her father, who had been blacksmith for the king, learning to be as great a blacksmith as he was. she did become a blacksmith, and worked as one for the riders until well into her thirty second summer, when she was chosen.

the egg, reflective, polished, like burnished platinum, whispered to her. hummed with a haunting melody that her father understood. she was dragon rider, now. 

she doted on Dima more than she should. but she was captivated, almost hypnotized by the chrome scales, entranced by the iridescent shift to them in the light. she adores him, the haughty, prideful beast that he is. 

her father went to investigate the dread and was found dead, crushed beneath the weight of his drake, and it terrifies her, for her own safety, that of her fellow dragon riders, and for Dima. she’s a great fighter, and strong, but she still had much to learn from her father

she’s ignoring much of her grief. there’s no time to grieve, she says, when there’s such a force loose and unchecked in the world. 

over the last three centuries, Phraxia has shared her bed with quite a few people, but has rarely shared her heart. she’s had one child, half-human / half-dwarf, unable to see herself in a maternal light, she left him with his father, where she felt he would be better cared for.