#nohrsrose

[hyposelenias]

SHE HAD BEEN WANDERING TODAY, gaining the ley of these foreign lands, when she saw it 一 a dragon (a wyvern was the same thing, right?), a rather sizable one, though still not as grandeur as those she has witnessed before. if anything, she feels it is smaller than it should be, wondering if perhaps these stars, too, have hindered its form. she wishes to ask, though seems a little hesitant, facing it in silence as she waits.

and waits...

and waits a little more to no avail of hearing it address her first, head tilting ever so slightly. turning to the woman beside it, she offers a question.

❝ ... ? Can they not speak like the others? ❞ assuming it was akin to those found within her home.

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[usurpation]

A short-legged girl perched herself on a stone wall lining one section of the Star Trail. Looking discontent, L's Shaper power worked discreetly with the air and space before her. A rock about the size of her fist floated there — the distance and lack of eye-catching magical glow gave it some plausible deniability that it wasn't her power holding it there.

That rock had a particular target: a stall that had denied her business because she didn't carry the coin this world operated on. From where she was, she aimed it at an open container full of flour and sent it briskly off.

It wouldn't hurt much to intercept, but it would cause a nice flour dust cloud if it struck as planned!

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[railheist]

Riding astride her horse, Mister Blue, Maria catches up to the woman on the wyvern. She tips her hat to her once she gets her attention, happy to see a familiar face.

"Looks like the sugar bowl left town," she says. "About time, too. I was startin' to get a toothache."

"How's tricks, Camilla? The city treatin' you well?"

Mister Blue's not the size of a dog anymore, so he's not quite as intimidated by the dragon... Still, he's going to keep his distance from those big wings and sharp claws and all.

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[bloodhunted]

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          WHEN CALLUM HAD FOUND THE forest, finally, at the edge of the strange city made of glass and metal, he'd felt instant relief. branches bursting with leaves seemed to envelop him, and the faint clack of his boots against the harsh street gave way to the muffled steps of grass beneath him. it made the tiefling breathe easier, his shoulders relax minutely at the feeling of familiarity. and that was to say—he had felt relief. a feeling that had melted away at the scent of undeath invading his nostrils. it had been just enough warning for him to fall into a defensive stance, wooden greatsword at the ready, before the creature had emerged from the trees directly in front of him.

     two wings, two back legs, a slender tail. the analyzation was immediate, followed almost instantly by its conclusion. a wyvern. a challenge by himself, but callum was used to facing things that would make others cower. and so his face settled into the neutral expression he adopted in battle, the hilt of the sword tight in his grip, as callum prepared to lunge forward—just as a shout from behind the creature made his attention shift. was that... a woman?

[revivalbeast]

While she has never seen such a thing before, she approaches the large creature without fear, nor does she pay much mind to it's seeming owner, an armor-clad woman with an axe. Even without her sword, she is certain she could make short work of them both, ever confident in her own abilities she is. Her chains move as she does, observing the creature from all angles.

It is not average meat, she decides, unsure if there is any under those interlocking plated scales that covers its form, "You are not the simplest meat, you wear armor as well. I cannot say the same for your rider." Unlike herself, in her current form. Soft. Flesh.

Ignoring the rider, she continues to speak to the wyvern.

"Were you born a warrior? Your scales create natural armor."

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[anghexescu]

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"I didn't make it," he admits softly. "I don't know if deep down I held back or what, but...." Klaus shakes his head and releases a light sigh.

"It hurt." And it made him realize that he wasn't immune to pain like he thought he was. It also made him realize some other things as well.

[empyreanlight]

HOW'D HE GET WRAPPED UP IN THIS AGAIN? trickling back through his recollections, it all lands to what he thought to be that of a mere, passing good deed. something simplistic, offering the woman in question his opinion (asked, mind you, not wholly unprompted) of a particular set of clothing and how they paired with one another, an easy enough task.

fast forward to now where one can see this picture all too clearly — an architect standing with hands upon his hips, several bags loosely hanging from his wrist, while he tilts his head toward this sudden companion that has lasted part of the day. ❝ If you're asking me, the colors on this one are slightly off. Mind you, they're both purple, but one is far too faded in contrast to the more royal tinted trim. And speaking of the trim, the cuts of this fabric are way too jagged to match with the flow of it all, ❞ he lists off, keen as ever on every little detail that can be nitpicked amidst the perfectionism in his habits.

and while he's at it, he may as well ask the question that has been simmering in his mind these last twenty minutes—

❝ Besides all that, you're not going to be adding anymore bags atop of the ones I'm already carrying, are you? ❞

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[occultacarne]

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"..."

He's drenched, but Sun doesn't seem bothered by the rain. Droplets of water falls off the tips of his hair and eyelashes. He seems to be protecting a single flower from the rain, actually. He's created a dome of an umbrella with his hands. Fingers placed on top of the other and he's made a cup shape.

When he no longer feels the heavy rain on his body, he lifts his head up, wet bangs nearly covering his eyes. "You don't have to worry about me." He simply says to the woman standing over him with an umbrella of her own.