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Dragon’s Blood Comic Sans Power Point
(because you know, I’ve never done that for a wip before and it was actually a good way to get a lot of thoughts about the story in one place)
For tell me stuff Thursday: So Nycks is very good at rituals and everything, but is actually not that great at other magics. Every thinks he is because he knows a lot about them and works very hard to perfect them, but it just does not come naturally to him at all, so he spends a lot of nights awake over his books but rituals? He knows what the right words are and what symbols to use, that's just second nature even without his excessive studying. And he's really proud of himself for that
Have I mentioned before that I love Nycks? I feel like it’s something I’ve said before, but it could always use resaying if we’re being completely honest.
Ugh, I kinda want to hug him and reassure him that it’s okay if he’s not that strong with other magicks. Cuz I feel like that’s probably something he’s self conscious about. And just you should be proud of your skill with rituals, Nycks.
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Things to get done for NYCKS .. I also want to find some time to give a couple folder ideas I have a try. #nycks #turningtheworldtodust #dragonsbreathforge #anythingbuttime. #nycks2017
The quiet crunch of her footsteps seemed to echo in her ears under the gray sky, too loud, a risk of being heard and found out by her prey. But that was alright. They could hardly hide for very long out here anyway. Not from her.
And the slow pace was a nice change anyway. She could end it all in a matter of minutes if she wanted to of course. They both knew that.
But not yet.
The land around her was choked by the grasp of yearsend. Darkened, reaching branches climbing towards the sky, as though they were trying to climb out of the heavy white blanket of snow. It was a mockery of the forests Kadir had told her about, but these trees were the only she’d known. If she tried, it still almost looked like there were faces carved into the bark, watching over her quiet journey.
Protecting, or judging.
Some people, entire Shards, associated red with death so she’d been told as a child. The thought made her mouth twitch as she pulled the thick red cloak around her. Here, that color only meant evidence of life, its association with blood being heroic and something grand. The mark of a hunter, of survival.
The tracks in the snow were closer together here. A careful walk instead of a run. She did smile at that, as she watched them travel further into the forest, before turning on her heels back towards a rock she’d passed seconds earlier.
It was a clever trick. Or at least, it had been, the first couple times.
More often, black was the color of death among the Shards though. Perhaps because it was the color of the night, the unending darkness of the Abyss, that made it so nobody knew what lurked there. Maybe it was more accurate. But the twisted branches here were always black, as was the earth that broke through the snow. Black was the evidence of a fire, of people, of homes, of a friend’s eyes, a rest for your own.
Something had fallen into the snow not far from it, probably his bag, though it was gone.
So he was being hasty, meaning she was getting closer.
No, on Revaice, death was white. White was the endless sea of snow and ice that covered everything. That claimed and claimed and claimed, until there was nothing left, but whtie. No respite from it ever. Just cold winds following her every step, and seeping even under her clothes.
And she despised it.
There were no more tracks here though, only large shadows and trees.
She unclipped the small crossbow from her belt.
Nycks, on the other hand, always loved the white, because for him it was the symbol of their home. The thing that made Revaice, Revaice. And he reveled in its cold and snow far more than he had any right to.
Might as well let him enjoy it then, right?
She turned and shot into the higher branches, causing snow to fall onto the lower ones.
“Empty Abyss, what the fuck was that for Ryn?”
“You should at least make it more of a challenge for me,” she called back, reattaching her crossbow. “You’ve pulled that trick too many times for it to be useful.”
“Against you maybe! Everyone else at least follows the tracks through first.” He jumped down with a muted thump into the snow in front of her, large flakes still sticking to his blonde hair and face damp and glittering almost as much as the powder under their feet. At least his cloak was just as white as the snow so it wouldn’t stick out.
Was probably still fucking freezing though.
“Yes, well, five out of five means you need to figure something else out. I gave you enough time after all.”
“Oh, is that what you were doing? Here I thought you were taking in the sights,” he grumbled, refastening his bag.
She started walking back towards the town, but not before calling over her shoulder with a smile, “Did I hurt your feelings? I’d give you a hug, but I didn’t get covered in snow and am nice and dry under here.” With a wink she took off running.
“Oh, I’m going to make you regret that!”
The snowball hit her, but it only made her laugh. “You’ll have to actually catch me first to do that!”
OKAY OKAY
SO
I *think* Kader goes “missing” while looking for our dragon, which prompts Ryn, upset that no one’s doing anything, to go after him or vow to kill the dragon if he can’t get him back alive.
Meanwhile, Isolde is hiding and trying to survive, and Kader is alone in the mountains with a strange animal friend that’s helping him.
Kader’s doggo (wolf, bear thing???) runs home to Ryn, which I think is what prompts him to realize something very wrong happened, so he sets out with them in tow.
Nycks follows, stating that he can’t let his best friend set out alone on a life-risking adventure.
“Why have you called off the search for Kader?”
“Ah Wiles, what’s happened is a shame. We all loved him dearly you know-“
“Why are you talking like he’s dead? He’s not dead!”
“Ryn-“
“Child, no one comes back from Glassfeld. Especially not…under the circumstances he went.”
“He’s one of your own! And you’re just what? Abandoning him? I thought you were the greatest Casters in Korryn?”
“Ryn! I’m sorry Master Argent, they don’t know what they’re saying. They’re distraught with grief, please just-“
“I understand Nycholas. We all do. What you’re going through dear Ryn must be utterly heartbreaking and difficult to hear. But trust me when I say, no one could come back from Glassfeld, no matter how skilled.”
“Then you didn’t know my uncle at all. Or me for that matter.”
“Ryn! Ryn! I’m sorry I’ll…”
Prompt my way through this WIP
Give me a word and I’ll write a hundred plus words using it as a prompt
