#rhq:starter

[ignisdracxnis]

                  “IT’S JUST A SCRATCH — really.” She finishes wrapping the bandage  ( somewhat clumsily )  around her arm, grinning once she’s secured it in place. She’s not particularly bothered by the small cut, it’s more of an annoyance than anything else, really — she’s never been one to take her own injuries seriously. “See? All better. Nothing to worry about.”

[chivalrybound-blog]

shallune boasted a remarkably smaller amount of pickpockets and thugs than valura. back home, in the city, duncan had become accustomed to a certain level of excitement. or, at least, activity. he was proud to represent his lord, to fight alongside dragon riders against the dread. but, when he set out on the journey to shallune with his token force of soldiers, he was expecting to see a lot more action than he was witnessing. the most exciting thing that happened thus far was the occasional need to babysit his men, prevent them from scrapping each other. at present, they seemed to be behaving themselves. gods, he never expected himself to be the responsible, clear headed one, that was always his brother. the heavy, loud beating of wings overhead startles him, and he is reminded once again that this is the resting place of dragons. dragons! the knight shields his eyes against the sun with a gloved hand and watches the beast fly about above him. “you really never get used to that, do you?”

[leoncoevr-blog]

"if you describe what it is that’s bothering you, i might be able to prescribe a tonic,” she rustles through the small box before her, reaching over swollen belly, bottles clinking together as she pulls out some examples. “i can’t promise you that, and if i can, they aren’t magic, they won’t work instantly.”

[ofashesandstars]

Lark leaned back against the counter, completely at ease despite the chaos that had suddenly erupted all around him. “Don’t look at me,” he shrugged carelessly, a tiny smirk tugging one corner of his mouth upwards. “I’ve a clean conscience - haven’t used it once.”

[wardeviant]

The elf’s eyebrows furrowed, the male lost in thought as he watched the ruins of the destroyed village with grim emotion. There was a eerie feeling in the air left by more than the flames. Even his loyal horse, Silma, was fighting his stand, unstable on such grounds. The more he ran the realms, the more he disagreed with his sister and queen to not get involved with the affairs of men. 

“If we remain passive, destruction might reach Aeithel earlier than we expect.”

[ofchrome-blog]

she wanted to be able to distract herself from the impending sense doom which suffocated her. the chilling terror which gripped her by the throat and squeezed. (how aptly the dread was named.) guilt taunted her dreams and warded her away from her pillow, that was what had woken her so early; the ghastly vision of her father, pinned beneath his dead drake, gasping for air, crawling at the dirt beneath his finger-- she reaches for him, her arm stretches stretches stretches. then the inky blackness, her mind’s hapless translation of the dread, swallows them both. that was what had turned her out of consciousness before the sun had even crawled over the horizon, and into the forest. her blade sits in it’s sheath, bouncing against her hip as she walks silently through the trees. there hadn’t been a reason to wake dima this early in the morning, not for a walk just to clear her head. the sound of footsteps, heavier than a fox or deer, startles her from her daze. head turns to the source, though her eyes don’t immediately land on anything out of place in the sea of green surrounding her. a little disquieted, though not entirely worried, she calls out a drowsy “hello?” 

[dragcnprince]

despite having lived in shallune for several months, niklas was decidedly not used to the rider lifestyle. the long and grueling days were a far cry from his years in the palace, and every day seemed to serve as a new reminder of that very fact. so, when a moment of idleness came his way, he jumped at the opportunity to escape to the neighboring forest. ati trailing behind as fallen leafs crunched beneath his feet, a babbling river caught his attention. sitting down next to the stream on the plush moss, he watched as ati curled up atop a boulder with a huff. maybe she had the right idea. closing his eyes, it didn’t take the former prince long to drift off. that was, until a noise snapped him out of his slumber. with a jump his eyes shot open, head bobbing back and forth. “i swear i was just resting my eyes.” 

[hildegardandludwig-blog]

Hildegard entered the communal dining area with a deep sigh. Because she had been out gathering herbs all day to replenish her supplies, she had not had the opportunity to go hunting or to the market. As a result, she would have to endure the company of others that evening. Ludwig had wanted to follow her to the mess, as much for himself as for her she suspected, but it was impossible. She could feel him now in their quarters, reaching out for her consciousness, and took comfort in his presence as she made her way to a table. “Excuse me, would you mind if I took this seat here?” She asked, feeling extremely uncomfortable.