#lyrasz

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Monster Boy Challenge Day 01: Favourite Monster

Repping for dragons is Lyrasz, AKA Lyrion, AKA Lyrastrasz, a Twilight-corrupted red dragon in "shadowform". I literally only just now realised that my bi-confused dragon is the colours of the bisexual pride flag. Blame Blizzard, but wow talk about kismet.

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if you don't think whelps are agoddamndorable you're wrong

    I think I would just about kill for a two-sided keychain or something of Lyr there 8D

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I guess have some dragons

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Flight. Fly my pretty, fly! — usilionpope

Explaining the mechanics of flight to land mammals, Lyrasz decides with a sigh, is like trying to explain walking to a snake.

Fortunately his pupil is a clever one and an eager study. Unfortunately that eagerness gets the better of him at times and he either overcompensates for something or loses track of his trajectory and crashes into a cliff.

"You're getting better," the sleek red wyrm calls over the wind. "Just remember, if your head gets caught in the crosswind you'll pitch down. Don't jerk back up against it; go with it, follow it, and come back up slow."

"W-what if there's someth-th-th, so-something in the way?" his companion squawks. Alchemy has made a drake of a man, and Lyr still can't quite get over how strange and crude the stone form is, how craggy and heavy-looking compared to his own even scales.

"Then you do this."

A wingover is a manoeuvre the red himself will only be able to pull off for so much longer. Once he's no longer a drake he'll be too ponderous to fly fancy: more of a stork than a swallow. May as well enjoy it while he can.

And does he ever. Their eyes meet in the long seconds in which Lyrasz scoops air, tucks his left wing, and snaps out the right. He zips upward in a steep left bank, up, up– at the very apex when the sinuous length of him points straight up to the sky he lets go of everything, and for a moment he's no longer flying but falling, weightless, two thousand pounds of muscle and magic and bone barely breaking free of gravity's inexorable embrace. As he starts coming down Lyrasz slithers double so his head points the opposite direction (away, presumably, from the hypothetical obstacle), and rights himself back into powered flight.

Oriseus gapes after him, faltering, then wheels in a long circle to follow after. "You've g-GOT to teach m-m-me that."

"Of course," Lyr agrees. "The way you run into trees your fool life might depend on it."

The false drake's noise of outrage is drowned out by Lyr's laughter and the wind.

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>_> DO THE MEME ABOUT LYR 8D

UMMMM SHIT LET'S GO

01. Name: Lyrasz, aka Lyr, ka Lyrion, aka "Hey, you!"

02. Best friend: Oriseus Lastdawn and Malfasarku, aka Zerathule the Scarred.

03. Sexuality: Erm. He's not...really...sure. Mostly straight with some exceptions. He's pretty close to what you'd call "demisexual" in most cases, meaning his sexual attraction follows romantic/emotional attraction.

04. Favorite color: Red! SO CREATIVE AND UNPREDICTABLE RIGHT.

05. Relationship status: Mated to the beautiful, brilliant Serastraza, though it's the nature of their kind that both have the opportunity to take other consorts. Their egalitarian relationship, however, is a little unusual, and leaves him wondering which of them will end up taking multiple consorts and which will be monogamous.

06. Ideal mate: Graceful, kind, intelligent, swift-flying, bold-hearted, playful, beautiful, faithful to the Light, with a long tail and agile wings. So basically he wants to marry Rainbow Dash.

07. Turn-ons: Fancy flying! A girl (or boy, he supposes) who can keep up with or surpass him on the wing will surely have him seeing stars. Getting serenaded does the same, or being given gifts that sparkle or are made of meat.

08. Favorite food: Talbuk is just the best. He's actually really fond of rabbit, too, but they're so lamentably small he can't really enjoy them anymore save as snacks or when he's in pants.

09. Crushes: When he was younger he crushed on Corastrasza pretty hard but she only ever considered him a pupil. Nowadays he's a bit infatuated with the mortals Kae and Lindir, much to his embarrassment. How shamefully...kinky.

10. Favorite music: He's discovered he really enjoys strings where mortal music is concerned, especially lower tones like contrabass and cello, as well as larger, deeper drums. Music that's echoic of large beating wings is best by him.

11. Biggest fear: Losing himself to the Shadow. While he's found a measure of balance between the light and darkness in himself he's still terrified that he might lose control and drown in the corruption that was forced on him.

12. Biggest fantasy: Seeing the whole of Northrend cleansed of the Scourge so he can raise a family and hunt in peace without having to worry about evil eldritch nightmares or mortal squabbles. His fantasies are pretty pastoral. At least the ones he'll acknowledge. >_> Ask him about his more *ahem* personal fantasies and he'll bluster til he's blue in the face.

13. Bad habits: He can be pretty condescending towards mortals and doesn't really understand why they get so upset. It's not an insult to say they're inferior to his kind, it's just a fact, gosh. Since his corruption at the Ruby Sanctum he's developed a temper and a proclivity for unleashing it inappropriately.

14. Biggest regret: Lyrasz regrets next to nothing that he's done of his own free will, but being unable to save Umbron tore him up inside.

15. Best kept secrets: His name and nature, when he's among mortals. Those who need to know who and what he is already do.

16. Last thought: Oh maaan, depends on what kills him. He is bound and determined NOT to be one of those dragons that goes out with a line about how it's impossible that a mere mortal could slay HIM and so forth. If he goes by old age (which he hopes!) it'll be, It was a worthy life, and now I rest.

17. Worst romantic experience: Errrrrrmmm he hasn't really had many. Probably that time this elf suaved him up, got him drunk, and tried to get a BJ out of him?

18. Biggest insecurity: He's rightly worried that his Flight will turn on him when they find out what he's become, and that mortals might turn on them if they find out he's only pretending to be one of them.

19. Weapon of choice: FIRE. CLEANSING FIRE. AND SHADOW TO WRACK THEIR MINDS AND SOU– no no that's wrong oh gods what

20. Role Model: Corastrasza, obviously, the one who trained him as a Ruby Watcher. He has a deep abiding respect for his parents, dashing Khemistrasz and gentle Vulistrasza, and strives to follow their examples. He looked up to Dra'kelis/Umbron a great deal – which made having to kill him in battle all the more tragic.