I was making up story plots in my head and realized I needed a redesign for Kaida's dragon. Here is Symril, the King of Dragons (a title based off ranking, not gender). The King of Dragons is ultimate boss, in charge of protecting all dragons, young and old, as well as being able to command all dragons, even the Queen which also commands dragons (think Bewilderbeast vs Red Death from How To Train Your Dragon)
Across the world, a small plane landed on an airstrip in South Korea in the middle of the night. Only one passenger was on board. He’d bought all the other tickets.
He walked through the empty airport departure wing until he came to the continually revolving doors that read in clear red lettering, “NO RE-ENTRY”. He smiled and walked through.
A young girl with fiery red hair and brilliant crimson eyes held up a sign with crooked Korean lettering that spelled out ‘Welcome, big brother’. As soon as she spotted him, those beautiful eyes became a wellspring of tears.
She ran to him and leaped into his arms. He supported her weight, holding her up, holding her close. A few of the skeleton crew of the airport turned to look as another person, a shorter, young man joined her in an ecstatic embrace, openly and audibly crying with joy.
Two observers watched in wonder. “I wonder who that is?” said one.
The other, an older man with greying hair under his cap. “Isn’t it obvious? He’s a soldier, returned from war.”
Tfw your Tiny Dragon Girlfriend is a Huge Fucking Dork
Late b-day gift for Ed’s art factory - don’t tell me she wouldn’t do this and that Vera isn’t one of the very few people who can make Lana scream with laughter
Also dont tell me its a coincidence you’re born in the gay month XD
Another good(?) and beautiful boy! A dragon with a love of music and dancing! He has a fear of heights and doesn’t fly even though he’s fully capable of doing so :’c also he hates humans for whatever reasons
Withdrawn | Cynical | Playful
✦ Dances for himself, does not dance in front of humans by choice.
✦ Very reserved, very proper, a dignified character.
✦ Has a short temper when confronted by frustrating humans, tries to hide it but more perceptive people may feel as though they’re in danger. (just wait until he has to join a human crew he’s going to be pissed)
✦ Puts on a coy/alluring front when faced with strangers he can’t avoid without being very impolite. Flirting while pissed? sounds like a bad idea (as soon as he’s done he’d have to go throw up in a bucket or something (jk jk))
✦ will often just opt to leave the vicinity if humans are near and haven’t seen him yet.
✦ Extremely loyal to his king/his own kind (laguz in general really)
✦ Even though he has an impossibly high intolerance for humans, he’s patient with children of any species. (has a huge soft spot for younger people and will not be short or rude to them. Adults on the other hand will have his full disdain.)
History
(not fully decided,,,) Leaving this blank for now u_u Something about hating humans probably
Extra
✦ Loves the feeling of “flying” he gets from dancing. Has a fear of flying.
✦ Earning his trust is a difficult and long process but the benefits are astounding
✦ He does have a select few human friends (like 2) but he would never tell any humans that.
✦ Would he avoid meeting a human king? probably. He’s kind of an ass when it comes to humans and try as he might having to bow down to a human would destroy him :/
✦ In a normal setting he’s pretty smart and likes talking about the various books he’s read. He has books mailed to him from his human friends because as much as he hates humans they have a knack for writing books he can’t put down.
✦ Gem on his foot ups his defense (at least that;s what i’m thinking for now)
Two Executive department officers sat in front of me. The agent, a man who had a substantial bald spot despite his apparent youth, placed a tablet on the table. “This is the video we’re about to show to the School Board who are meeting as we speak.”
Anjou was still hanging on to life by a thread, but in this video he was healthy and strong as ever in a corridor of the library three days ago. The video was time stamped 2:42 am.
Anjou was alone walking towards the elevator to the ice cellar at the end of the hall holding the black card that would give him access. I never saw the attack or the attacker. I only saw Anjou stop in his tracks. He asked. “Is that you?”
By then, the black card had disappeared from his hand.
Anjou looked down at his jacket. A thin line of blood was slowly spreading over his fine bespoke suit before breaking open and covering the front of his shirt in red. He fell to his knees, then face down, where the blood continued outward, staining the carpet.
I turned away from the images. “What do you want me to say? This means nothing to me. I told you. I don’t know where Mingfei is, and I don’t think he did it.”
I’d been imprisoned in a home that wasn’t mine, in a world that had vanished the love of my life, pursued my best friend like a criminal, and now turned its greedy, hungry eyes on me.
“Mingfei sacrificed for you. He sacrificed his life!” I hissed at them. He had killed Dragon Lords, Dragon Lords who’s human forms he knew personally as friends, by sacrificing his own life in exchange for the power to do so. And he’d kept it all a secret, letting others have the credit.
And this is how they repay him.
The other man spoke. “Lu Mingfei’s Soul Skill is unknown. We have no idea what he’s capable of. You established the Club known as Club - S... and it’s byline is “The S is for Secrets”. There are only two members of Club S... you and Mingfei.”
“We gave a thorough search of the entire premises. But it appears you never kept any records of what these secrets are. There’s not so much as a file cabinet in Norton Hall.”
I glowered at them. “So?”
He gave an incredulous laugh. “What do you mean ‘so’? By your own admission you’re withholding information from this investigation!”
“This isn’t an investigation. This is a witch hunt!” I shot back. “I told you again and again. I don’t know where he is, he would never kill the principal or steal the dragon skeleton and he doesn’t work with dragons!”
“Mrs. Lu...”
“Don’t call me, Mrs. Lu! My name is Mrs. Meixiu Chu! Which I’ve told you more than once!”
“Okay...” The Executive Agents stood up. “Then I’m afraid there won’t be much we can do for either of you. What the School Board decides, it decides.” They walked out of the the apartment, shutting the door and locking it.
I sat on the couch, trembling uncontrollably. “Johann... I’m so scared...”
I stood up, pacing, rocking back and forth. They always wanted to get ahold of me from day one. They would probably take Ru’Yi away, imprison me and only let me out if I agreed to their genetic tampering. I would be completely at their mercy.
From the start, no one wanted Johann and I together. We’d gone behind their backs and gotten married. Then we’d had a child. The only one standing between me and them was Anjou.
Now Anjou was gone.
They were going to take my daughter... and they were going to take me.
Unless I ran.
I was under constant surveillance. The Restriction on Soul Skills was still in place. I wouldn’t be able to physically outrun them but there was one thing I still had: Mingfei’s Bugatti Veyron. He kept the keys under the front seat. He never drove the car and occasionally he would need to turn it on for a few minutes to maintain the engine and the battery. Plus, I knew he was activated by voice, so long as the keys were in range.
I walked into the kitchen and I started eating and drinking. I would need my strength. Sugar for fast reserves. I grabbed apples on the counter and ate three of them. It was cold outside. I would have to think of somewhere to run.
Paris... no, there were many agents in Paris. Japan? I knew people in Japan. I’d fought alongside them. Chisei was no longer the Patriarch, but I had his swords. Would they have mercy on me? I shook my head. “No.”
I couldn’t trust anyone. They were all part of the same massive monster that was the Secret Society of Dragonslayers.
I swallowed hard, feeling what I just ate try to rise up again in my throat. I took a deep breath.
I heard Johann’s voice in my mind. “ Enemies will read your eyes. When faced with danger, don’t rehearse what you’re going to do, adapt to the circumstances as they come.”
I had to calm down. I took a deep breath and let it out.
I looked at the dishes in the sink. I turned and began setting them in the dishwasher.
Then I started to clean the refrigerator. I kept my mind firmly in the present, cleaning. About a half an hour passed and my panic somewhat subsided.
And then the door opened again. I turned to look. “Gosh will you learn to kno-”
Executive Department officers walked through the door one after another. I counted. Six. Seven. Eight.
“Carli Lu.” The one at the head of them addressed me, a muscular woman armed with two pistols.
“That’s not my name.” I whispered weakly.
She ignored me.
“Your Husband Mingfei Lu is under suspicion of attacking Principal Anjou, stealing the skeleton of Constantine, and kidnapping the Gattuso lady Chen Moutong.”
“What?!”
“And just now, in the past few minutes, the skeleton of Norton was stolen from the Vault watched over by the Gattuso Family. The theft resulted in the death of Frost Gattuso.”
My chest rose and fell in rapid whistling breaths.
“He is accused of treason against the Secret Society. As a result, we were ordered to take you into custody... however... The new acting head of the Gattuso, Caesar Gattuso is showing you consideration as a mother.”
“He’s asked us to put you on a plane to his estate in Italy. He promises to treat you kindly until this affair is sorted out.”
I willed myself to be calm. “Sorted out? You’re going to kill him.”
“He’s wanted for questioning.” She corrected me. “There is a lot of evidence pointing to him. But at this point, we only want to talk to him.”
They were lying. Even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t believe a word he said because they didn’t believe me.
“May I... have a moment to calm down?”
The woman turned to the other officers some of whom left the apartment, but most only moved further into the apartment one going to the door, another moving to the living room window.
They were cutting off my escape.
She smiled at me, but there was no warmth or kindness there. “Take all the time you need.”
“I’ll... I’ll go get my daughter.”
I turned and walked out of the kitchen. The woman followed me close behind as I walked into Ru’Yi’s room. The baby was lying in her crib in her little frog onesie. I looked down at her and then at the hilt of Spider Fang that was lying just behind the crib beyond the mattress.
I thrust my hand down, gripped the smooth leather and whirled, slamming the scabbard against the woman’s temple. She staggered back, hand reaching for her pistol. I swept the scabbard again, this time striking her throat. Gagging, her hand instinctively left the pistol to clutch her neck. I reached down for her gun and grabbed it. Firing, once! Twice!
As she fell against the wall instantly unconscious. The footsteps of the other agents pounded toward the door.
I kicked it closed. A frigg bullet whizzed by my face and I pressed against the wall in time to avoid a hail of them coming through the door, shattering the window on the far side of the room. I rushed over to Ru’Yi, who was wailing now, startled by the noise. I scooped her up, tucking Spiderfang and Tongzi into my belt and fired round after round at the door.
There was a tree just outside the window.
I tucked Ru’Yi tight against me, ran diving out the shattered glass. Hot pain ran a long line down my back and I cried out even as I reached for the nearest limb and hung there just long enough to break my fall. Then I fell down to the landscaping.
Blood was running down my back in a hot stream as men came around the corner, pointing their pistols until they saw Ru’Yi in my arms. They didn’t fire. I turned and ran toward the garage.
“Cut her off! Cut her off!” They were yelling, drawing closer. But I had the advantage of surprise.
I slammed my shoulder into the door, knocking it open. I shouted. “Carli Lu!” The Bugatti, one of the fastest cars in the world, roared to life like a demon. I slammed my hand against garage door opener and swung open the driver’s side door as it began to rise, agonizingly slowly.
The agents rushed into the garage, saw me go for the car and fired at the tires. But frigg bullets were not equipped to puncture tires.
The Veyron peeled out of the garage, nearly flattening a foolish agent who tried to shoot me through the windshield.
My back hurt so much but I couldn’t stop. I had to get out of the range of the Soul Skill Restriction.
Cassell sat on top of high hills. The alchemy matrix extending the Soul Skill that suppressed draconic speech could only go out so far from the ground. I pushed the pedal to the floor, reaching 100 mph, then 125, going up to where the hill peaked.
“Hold on baby.” I clutched Ru’Yi to myself, crying as we approached a sheer drop off, going 150 mph.
I opened the door as the car flew straight off the cliff. It soared horizontally for several yards until its nose tipped downward.
At that moment, I jumped, reaching out, hoping that the last few feet I could get away from the College would be the last few feet I needed.
I squeezed my eyes shut and visualized the trees of Chizuru in full bloom of March, willing myself there.
