#wayward winds

[dogwaterdish]

(voice of a guy who cannot manage several projects at once) what if I start writing my wayward winds au while also writing iwytch 🥹

[zephyrusanemoi]

The sands were warm below the eggs, hot enough to burn the soles of human feet for anyone stupid enough to step onto them without sandals. All around the humans waited and watched, candidates for new riders spread among the eggs as they waited also--one moved, and as one all the dragons of the Departure Weyr began calling out.

The eggs were hatching.

All around, eggs ripped open and dragons crawled out and stumbled--looking for their rider, the one they'd waited inside the egg for. And one by one, each pair found each other and were led away for the first feeding.

At last, only one dragon remained, ignoring the last candidates waiting on the sand; neither of them were her rider, and she keened unhappily, gold scales gleaming in the light of the hatching grounds. Where was her rider, why wasn't he here?

Where are you! You're not here, come here come to me why aren't you here to meet me? I'm here, I'm waiting, COME HERE-- she called, demanded. Still keening, she stumbled away from the two girl candidates trying to entice her closer away from the humans who tried to cajole her to pick one of the two she didn't want, get them away--She lashed out with a clawed foot, claws catching and someone screaming where she'd ripped open flesh.

Her rider isn't here, rang out across the sands of the hatching ground; the gold dragon who'd laid her clutch, her mother, standing from the sidelines where she'd been watching. She's looking for him. 

Ventus ignored the sounds of gasping and confusion (a male rider for a queen? It'd never been done before--) and stumbled further from the crushed egg behind her, still keening.

Find him! He probably feels the pull, look for a boy who feels a dragon bond but doesn't have one. Bring him before Ventus hurts herself or someone else trying to find him, and before he hurts himself for lack of completing the bond.

The tiny gold in the sand keened louder as humans ran in every direction to find her rider.

[zephyrusanemoi]

thegrinwithintheshadows started following you

Slow squint.

[zephyrusanemoi]

the world is crashing down; AU

Four years.

That was how long she'd been looking, for any sign of Aqua and of Terra. And other than little scraps, things that led absolutely nowhere, she'd never found them. It was frustrating and upsetting, and Ventus didn't know what to do. Four years was a long time to search, and a long time to go with no information at all.

This was her last lead--here, in the Keyblade Graveyard. Only bits and snatches of conversations she wasn't meant to hear, but... old armor. Haunted.

Maybe it was Terra. (Though if it was, why he'd stayed here of all places, Ventus didn't know. Her own memories may have had more holes than a swiss cheese, but even she knew the memories the three had of this place wouldn't be the most pleasant. Maybe he was waiting for them.)

Something moved in the shadows, and Ventus turned, keyblade ready and waiting for it to show itself. Another movement was all the warning she got, creatures skittering out of the shadows and lunging; whatever they were, they'd been here for a long time. The darkness of the Graveyard clung to them like ephemeral wisps of cloth, invisible but still sensed. A swipe of her blade took out the one to her left;  there were more than she'd counted on, and Ventus soon found herself dragged down to her knees, a possition that feels achingly familiar despite having no memory of ever being in it before.

There's someone there, standing over her, taunting. She can't see his face--but she hates him. Hates. Hateshateshates him wants him gone dead denied not part of me never part of me we are not the same--

"You never stood a chance against us, Ventus."

Always weakest of the three, never complete. But you're not me and I'm not you and you're not part of me--

[zephyrusanemoi]

unholy-keyblader started following you

Uh--hey! Sorry, can I ask you somethin'?