#dracoscion

[strategicsynergism]

invitation :3c

Send me ‘Invitation’ to hear my muses ‘my room-lines’ for your character.

[[ First visit line.]]: “Did you wish to speak with me, Tiki?”

[[ Second visit line.]]: “I must admit, I do really enjoy our talks.”

[[ Third visit line.]]: “Could I live up to that…? …Oh no, it’s nothing.”

[[ Blushy line.]]: “Thousands of years… I wonder, was it just by chance we met like this…?”

[[ Kiss line.]]: “The bond between us fills me with a feeling unlike anything I’ve known before… And yet, I know it won’t last forever. If, erm, you’d close your eyes, I’d like to give you something. … …Was that alright? Hope so.” 

[akhafah-blog]

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What Time Taught Us

The dragon sat calmly amongst a small patch of greenery in this... bizarre, dangerous city. Moments of calm are a scarcity, both for the city and for the wyrm himself. Some time prior, he’d been in the grip of a panic attack, but now he sits awaiting the dawn, letting the emotions wash over him in a moment of peace, not unfeeling, but... coping. Getting by.

He opens his eyes to see a familiar face. One he still had so many questions for, left over from their last encounter. After a few moments, he rumbles out a comment.

“Nothing lasts for good, or like you thought it would. I feel certain we both have lost much coming to this place. We parted hastily in our prior meeting. Please, if you would honor me with a conversation. I wish to know more about your ‘Naga’.”

[umbralsun-blog]

Little thing!

“I don’t want to do lessons today,” she whines, pressing a pillow to her face, not looking at who had come into her room. “I don’t feel well, I’m going to bed.”

[akhafah-blog]

Nobility Sleeps

dracoscion

Wandering the city is the best way to gather information on it. At least, that’s Hraesvelgr’s logic. Despite being somewhat of a recluse in his own world, he can’t help but feel quite the compulsion to find out as much as he can about this odd, strange city. Although he’d probably regard it more as a prison than a city.

Thus, he’s seen quite the interesting sights. Normal civilians inhabit the city, certainly. But they don’t draw the eye quite as much as the other oddities abducted by the scientists that run the place. At least, not Hraesvelgr’s.

In particular, one green-haired girl seems to catch his eye. She looks quite young, and her ears remind her of his world’s Elezen. But there’s something about the way she carries herself, something about the air she gives off that slightly confuses him. Something almost familiar about it...

He approaches the girl, albeit slightly hesitantly.

“Excuse my intrusion, mortal. I must needs know your name. I cannot shake a sense of familiarity I have about you.”