#azurescaled

[hattering]

@azurescaled

"So....."

"Only ten seconds?"

[hellbloom]

@azurescaled

He'd been laying in his hammock for some time, arms crossed behind his head to serve as a pillow, gently swaying in what little breeze could blow in from the entrance to his cabin. Rather, he'd been staring at the ceiling, glaring into unevenly cut wood and grain, tacitly picking apart his own craftsmanship. He built this boat himself after all, but now he was thinking that if he could've done so, he would've built it differently, used different wood. Well, actually--

He was avoiding someone. How unlike him! after all, he was quite the seeker of attention - always so pleased with himself when taking on the form of a little stray cat, recieving free bits of food and a good scratching for his silly efforts. But this person was different! They were a dragon wearing the skin of a man, and Satra didn't have the best history with dragons... He'd killed lesser drakes, Dessudora herself, and plenty of gas adders. It was entirely unlikely he would get along with this strange interloper, but if he was so certain of that, why did he invite him onto his boat?

Well, he couldn't just leave the guy. Southern Yuurei was as war torn as anywhere else, littered with Fhal'Tiran Jhevan attempting to conquer more of the Mistwood Tangle and oppress Yuureian elfhen- rob, pillage, murder, destroy everything in their path. The river Satra's boat happened to be gently rocking in, was far enough away from the conflict in Kasu-Gi, up-river a few tens of miles from Tata-Suki Port. Yet still, he could hear the explosive heartbeat of the people, fighting tooth and nail with sickles and pitchforks for their honor amid the crash of Feywild magic. He could feel them, and his heart beat in time. Slowing with the passing of one, hammering in his chest at the courage of another. No, he couldn't leave him so close to the battlefield, even though... Even though, Satra shouldn't have left it himself.

Still, upon arrival, he chose to avoid the dragonkin stranger. A wordless favor, keeping him out of combat so he could find his bearings, but before long, Sati knew he would have no choice but to leave him here and rejoin the fray. People were dying. They needed someone strong enough to deal an...impactful blow, do something that could eliminate enough of the invading Fhal'Tir to put a stop to their advance. He could do that, he could do it with his eyes closed, in an instant-- if he were there! Soon, yes, soon.

He rolled out of his hammock, tail curving with his spine to keep balance, and he padded through the opening of his cabin to find the dragon standing starboard, looking out over the river. He joined him there, leaning over hand-carved wood. What did he see beyond the rush of the river? What was he thinking about in the moment? Would he tell the panther, if he asked? Distracted.

"The best place to be is in the water, rather than above it." Satra muttered, friendly tones underscoring his words. "I must leave you 'ere long, but I will guide you further up-river before then - away from the fighting. No guest of mine shall be dragged into the thick of danger, I'll not stand for it; Getting you as close to Tata-Suki as possible will ensure you find safety quickly."

[ofoccultism]

"Say.. that looks pretty gnarly, what are you making there that has you so worked up?" Unattended and alone, the red head knew she shouldn't have gone this far away from the others, but at this point her hunger was getting the best of her. Enough to stop in her tracks and stare at this poor man behind the counter as if he'll know exactly what she wants.

@azurescaled

[phantasmaw]

♢*   —  @azurescaled  ​/  𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝

      〈 ☽* 〉┊  Weak light the color of crushed amethyst filters in through the broken skylight, bathing the enclosed garden in the same twighlit liminality as the rest of their homeland. They sit a few inches away from a concentrated pool of light, legs drawn to their chest, cheek resting atop one knee, not so terribly unlike the way they used to in adolescence. Sovann's gaze traces across the patterns of constellations engraved into the semi-transparent dome ceiling. Their polearm lays askew beside them. 

        "It doesn't feel the same, does it?"

         They keep their back turned toward Lars. Looking at him-- acknowledging that he's there beyond the abstract sense of knowing --would sever the taught strings of dissociation holding them together. The claws flexing against impossibly soft grass (how, they wonder, has it not wilted in this dead light?) will finish the job they started centuries ago. And it's funny, isn't it, how they would mourn a few flowers far more than the fall of an entire empire? 

         "You know," Sovann says after some time, each word squeezing around the bitter pit of grief clogging their throat so as not to become tainted by it, "I had once hoped the next time both of us were here, it would be to dance together again." Something else begins to creep up from their guts then, something that melts their grief with acidic heat. It slithers against their tongue, knocks against the back of their teeth, plucks at their vocal chords. "I'm sure the Venerable Everlight would have been eager to offer these grounds as a wedding venue." A hollow, humorless laugh tumbles from the recesses of their lungs. "I could have offered you and your husband the first blessing of the moon seelie to be heard in nearly a milennia." 

[dogkillmoon]

the moon chooses @azurescaled​

   ‘ APOLOGIES to be bothering you, ‘ voice deep as a canyon only sluggishly announces its words. ‘ but do you have a spare cigarette? ‘ clawed left hand to scratch idly at his pronounced cheekbone. not exactly how he’d like to be introducing himself to someone, but it’s been a long night, and will continue to be so. there’s a bit of crusted blood that travels around his jaw that he had seemingly forgotten to clean up from a previous fight.

[tenebriism]

He's been, unbeknownst to himself, making the ' I want a kiss face ' at Izumi for quite a while now.

[madamhatter]

@azurescaled

"...Take 'e 'ome..." Seems Sophie continues the unfinished lyric, not breaking eye contact with Connor.

[pluviacuratio-a]

@azurescaled || ♫

{ ♪ } -- She blinked at him, not having expected to get this far. It didn't take long for her face to flush, eyes lighting up at the realization that he said yes!

"I, um, I figured it might be fun to just... Get dinner or something. I didn't really wanna do a regular movie theater since it'd be kinda hard to talk, but a drive-in sounds fun! I've never been to one."

Bella happily tapped her fingertips on the bar, resisting the urge to dance in her seat.

"Oh! If we go before sundown, we could hit my best friend's cafe! It wouldn't be, like, a filling dinner but... We could get some sandwiches or something! So, like, around 5 or 6?"