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@theeternalcycle started following blightd
[ He tenses, though nothing comes of it. Oleraco is not in the habit of attacking humanoids before giving them a chance to explain themselves, though in this strange city, he’s on edge. And this one...he looks quite unlike anything Oleraco has seen before. ]
Who are you? [ And why do you smell of smoke? ]
theeternalcycle replied to your post: I’ve made my decision. Sniff me and you lose your...
“For many non-humans, you do not need to be next to or even nearby them in order for them to be able to smell you. A weak threat.”
Is this a confession?
//SCREAMS/
SPACE DRAGON AU
SPACE DRAGON AU
SEV, MAYBE GRIGORI COULD HAVE A SPACE DRAGON AU WHERE HE'S MADE OF SPECIAL SPACE MATTER AND REMINISCES ON DAYS OF OLD. IS THAT A THING CAUSE IF NOT I COULD DO A MERCENARY HARLOCK AU
//HPYERVENTILATES/
#ouraboros #theeternalcycle #atiye #serpenteatingtail #renaissancepersonna (Sultanahmet Square Istanbul) https://www.instagram.com/p/B73oNgpA_TK/?igshid=35al9xag7co6
Help out your local dragon
@theeternalcycle:
“I have only what coin I can earn by using my magic as parlor tricks, and that, I believe, is only enough for the occasional market-bought foodstuffs. Since arriving here I have slept in the park, and occasionally in abandoned buildings, when the weather became too rough for even me to ignore it.”
[Which, admittedly, wasn’t too often - but this winter he’d sheltered in them more than he’d used to. Most of the time in Gransys, he’d simply ignored the weather in his natural form - which barely felt the cold at all. This human form, however…]
“…I do not have any issue remaining out here, domina. My magic keeps me warm enough.”
[Enough, yes. But he’d never slept inside an actual, heated building. As a dragon, he was simply too big, but as a human… he’d never had the coin for it. Perhaps a handful of times he’d slept at an in, in Gran Soren, but not often enough for it to stick out in his memory. ”I have always found a way to survive the elements.”
[Brenda only half-heard that Grigori was saying. Something about using magic as parlor tricks of the like. She was far too busy, slowly gathering up her strength for this particular feat of magic. She nodded.]
“Alright. Please stay close to me!”
[She closed her eyes, and began to focus. She didn’t waste any time and energy on making the door look fancy. It was simply a slab of plain wood with a doorknob, a threshold and a pivot. That was good enough. Once said door would be ready, she instantly opened it and dragged Grigori in with her as quickly as possible, since she had set to ‘undo’ the door as soon as they were through the door. That way, she could regain some of the energy lost in making the bloody thing in the first place!]
theeternalcycle replied to your post “Two hours in a float pod = 2 hours of mental torture holy fuck”
((I'm guessing you didn't like it...?))
See here’s the thing. The floating was nice. I’m relaxed and my skin is so smooth.
But when you’re sitting in darkness for two hours and you can’t hear anything at all and if you can’t shut off your mind you get antsy and wonder how much longer you have to go and then you count 10 minutes left but you were wrong and when is the music going to start playing and how long have you been in here and is it ok to leave early?
But my skin is so soft tho so
@theeternalcycle
“What in the world--?”
[Brenda gasped, looking at someone sleeping in an outcropping, with fireballs dancing about above him. She tried to get closer, but the heat was greater than that of an open furnace, so she couldn’t get closer without feeling her skin burn.]
“Hello! Are you alright?!”
@theeternalcycle
The sensation first hit her as she was taking a stroll into the snowy forest of her mountains. It was at the edge of the small world her house was in, thus making it hard for her to know for sure if the being was inside her dimension, or still in their own, at the limit between their worlds.
All Aryn truly noticed was the strong sense of kin, the power of a dragon. She shivered, even, her magic instinctively knowing this being was no mere dragon, he felt very different than the dragons in Merlin’s world, even the Great Dragon. This one was powerful, someone even a spirit like herself would not do well to make an ennemy of. She might be unable to truly die by someone that was not Chaos or Merlin-or herself-but she could still lose her physical body for a while.
Her curiousness of the being was stronger than concern though, and Aryn immediately change her path to find the being. She didn’t know if they had a human form, and if they did, weither or not she would find them in said human form. She had no doubt, however, that they would sense her. She knew her scent was a bit different, as even though she was a dragon, she was first a spirit.
Aryn didn’t take long to find the being, slowling her steps when the sensation grew strong enough to tell her she would soon see them. Her magic floated into area into the parodoxal warm chill that defined it, curious though a bit hesitant, and the tiniest edge of warning not to threaten its mistress. The core of her magic, after all, tended to have its own mind, even if it remained a part of Aryn.
“Hello?” The woman called softly, her voice showing she held no hostility.
