#dragon-from-two-lands

[gzeidraws]

Commissioned by @pieman1112 of their OC Rebecca with @dragon-from-two-lands ‘s custom Morgan :D

[pieman1112]

One last sunset. RP with dragon-from-two-lands.

Rebecca’s life was not what one would call normal. She was orphaned at the age of three, adopted by a super soldier at the age of 12 and would become a field medic for most of her life. She would faithfully serve the UNSC for 30 years before being honorably discharged. Rebecca fell in love in the army and soon settled down with Frank, her squad leader, after serving with each other in the UNSC marine corps. They had five children together and Rebecca would raise them with Frank while they looked for jobs in civilian life. Rebecca would become a Physician assistant while Frank would work at a bank as a security guard. Like all couples they had their ups and downs but ultimately they loved each other.

Rebecca would always try to meet with Morgan when she had the chance. With a colony next to Nohr and Hoshido it made it easier for Rebecca to travel to the two countries and talk with Morgan when she wasn’t busy with royal affairs. Rebecca even made it a point to bring her children along when they were young. She and Frank even made Morgan their children’s legal godmother should something ever happen to them but thankfully nothing did. 

As Rebecca’s children got older and had children of their own, Rebecca couldn’t do a lot of the things she use to be able to do. Her visits with Morgan became less and less frequent. When Frank died of old age, after his burial, Rebecca would move to the colony that was near Nohr and Hoshido. Her children and her grandchildren would visit her on occasion while Rebecca was living on her own. Soon however Rebecca couldn’t live independently after she had fallen while trying to get out of bed and was moved to a home for the elderly. 

While in the home she would still see her grandchildren and read to them while they visited. One day Rebecca got news that she had a visitor. It was strange as her grandchildren weren’t planned to visit for a while. One of the orderlies lead Morgan to Rebecca’s room. Rebecca was laying in a hospital bed with a monitor on her finger to check oxygen levels. 

“Oh Morgan! It’s so good to see you again. You look as young as ever.”

@dragon-from-two-lands

[firexfled]

dragon-from-two-lands replied to your post: dragon-from-two-lands replied to your post “(Fire...

((I mean if Anankos can make Lilith all on his own nothing is stopping us from giving that big ol’ doomsday fell dragon some children. they could be from any point in time, the past, the future, who knows all anyone knows is that there’s two manaketes running around calling Grima their parent. oh and probably controlling a army of risen or something))

(local manakete children whole talk big and act like they own the whole world, just being very proud of themselves for summoning risen, and controlling them! And Grima is all like ‘get these brats away from me’ when in public, but then ruffles the little fell spawns’ hair and smiles at them in private. Because they’re proud of their little demon kids~)

[thefelltactician]

🔁

What’s worse then already being in a rather short body? Waking up and swearing you’re even shorter, what the fuck? And what the fuck is this armour???? Getting off the bed, the dragon searched anywhere, anywhere for some stupid shoes. Where the fuck are the shoes? Human feet are so fucking soft there’s no way they can handle the outside without some protection! 

They stuck they’re head outside the door.......a tree house? really? Who needs climbing down when you can just hop down. Now, they have soemthing to get to the bottom of.

[archived-knightsworn]

Starter

@dragon-from-two-lands got the young saber  Kirito wandered around the encampment. He wasn’t trying to patrol. It was something that wasn’t needed. The enemy wasn’t in sight, and hadn’t been seen  for several days he was. Then he sensed something. “Who’s there?”

[valorandgold-archived]

dragon-from-two-lands replied to your post ““Er, wait, what’s this about National Boyfriend Day?””

"It's a day for...boyfriends I think? I don't understand, maybe it's just another day for love? Isn't there like... 5 of those already?"

“Haha, maybe, but I personally think there are never too many days for love, Morgie. If it went that way the entire year, everyone would be a lot happier and there would be a lot less violence, after all.”

[wielderofsiegfried-blog]

dragon-from-two-lands replied to your post: "When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice...

“But that takes all the fun out of it!”

“But nothing Morgan, you need the army to help bring peace to both kingdoms and if you order them to squeeze lemons over their eyes they are not useful on the battlefield.” 

[archagentzep-archived-blog]

@dragon-from-two-lands

Zep had been moving quickly in the woods under the cover of darkness. There had been reports of missing cargo from the Covenant’s barracks back home and that there had been a numerical error in the Embassy’s reports here in Nohr about the shipments that were being brought through Dragon’s Gate. Was it coincidence? Maybe, but the risk was too great to simply ignore.

Zep spotted a caravan on the move across the ledge of a mountainside, guarded by some men with... weapons wrapped completely in tarp over their back. That had to be it.

As quickly as he spotted them, Zep leapt from his spot in the trees and effectively kicked a spot in the mountain, causing a minor landslide that blocked the caravan’s way. The cattle were startled and the men quickly unrobed their weapons.

Rifles... They were designated as a Class 3(industrial) technology. Covenant rules strictly forbade any introduction of such items to Class 2 or 1 (pre-industrial/bronze-age) civilizations.

Zep gasped and quickly slid down the rocks and landed on his feet in front of them. “Halt! In the name of the Covenant, lay down your weapons now.”

“Dammit...” hissed one of the smugglers. “An Archagent?”

“Our cover’s blown,” said another.

“Wait, no. He’s not even Dagger Branch. He’s Quill... AND he’s alone! Kill him!” The smugglers raised their guns and fired.

Zep raised a kinetic barrier, suspending the bullets in its field before he jumped in and after a succession of punch, throws, and kicks, had knocked them all out.

“Alright... Guess that’s one problem...” He looked to the cargo. “Out of the many that is...” he muttered as he loaded the guns to the wagon.