just ignore please
anD NO POSTING (but the person i ping can post :> )
to be worked on, for a friend;
Abel
Cain
Korpiklaani
just ignore please
anD NO POSTING (but the person i ping can post :> )
to be worked on, for a friend;
Abel
Cain
Korpiklaani
WRITING
Dracula - I really like Dracula for some reason. This boy is fricken, the best. Best boi.
Now, this story would probably be used best as an AU. The world/setting is FR with heavy fantasy themes. I'm getting kind of knight/empire vibes from Dracula, and given his name, of course he's going to be a vampire ;) You don't have to use this if you don't want to, this is kinda just for fun honestly. Somewhat inspired by the "Dracula Untold" movie. I loved that movie.
"Great kings are rare and good men are rarer still. To rule a kingdom, there will always be sacrifice. To rule the people, there will always be strife. But to rule yourself is what few can master." The Mirror who sat before the fire pit, clad in silver armor, sat back, staring wistfully into the flames. "He may be a creature of darkness, but his heart is pure."
"Is it though?" A gruff Guardian challenged, bracing against the cold winds of the grassy plateau. "I thought creatures like him possessed no heart. All he does his hide in the shadows. I haven't even seen him!"
"Someone said he looks like a creature of unimaginable beauty..." A Spiral whispered, poking the coals with a charred stick.
"Makes sense why he wants to become king. Only those wealthy and gorgeous can sit upon the throne." The black Skydancer who sat next to the Guardian hissed.
"Ah, and if you haven't had lost that left eye of yours, you would be the one sitting on the throne now, eh?" The Mirror retorted, chuckling.
"Shut it."
"They whisper about you..."
The voice was quiet and somber, like the interior of the dark tent. Beautiful carpets covered the ground and large stained glass lanterns hung from the wooden beams. Their light burned low, casting shadows on the objects tucked away. There was a bed, the fur blankets and satin sheets messily strewn about. Black raven feathers had been pinned to the fabric and sprinkled across the floor like a path of breadcrumbs. They led to a wooden table made of polished oak that sat in the darkest corner of the large tent.
"Do they now? What do they say?"
"Some admire you, a few are skeptical. They just wonder why their king-"
"I am not a king."
"Well, they wonder why you never leave your quarters..."
"You're wondering if the rumors are true?"
"I..."
"They are."
The pale female Wildclaw who was standing within the tent faltered. Half her face was illuminated by the small beam of sunlight emitting from the tent entrance. There was fear present within her yellow eyes. "I-I'll leave you then..." She whispered, backing away and exiting quickly. The leather flaps fluttered shut, casting the tent in thicker shadows.
When they first lay eyes upon him, it was in the darkness of the night. His scales rippled like a black ocean and he walked a relaxed stroll. His eyes glittered like red rubies, bloody and intense. Feathers that could only come from a raven clung to his shoulders like the plume of a cape. He wore black armor that was almost as dark as his scales. The most unnerving thing about him, was that he walked in complete silence. Not even his armor made a sound.
When he passed his men, they began to feel sick with unease. But before thoughts of fear clouded their minds, a cool breeze would kiss their cheeks and their hearts suddenly began to burn with courage. They rallied behind him, fifty thousand strong. From the vantage point of the cliff, Dracula glared down upon the war-torn battlefield. There, the ruling kingdom's army of one hundred thousand lay waiting, their banners dancing in the wind.
It was going to be a slaughter.
"What troubles you my dear?" She whispered in the darkness, pressing her body comfortably against his as they lay together in the bed. He had loved her for decades and he would love her for centuries, if immortality was kind to him.
He turned to face her. "We cannot win this war."
"Oh?" She whispered, pressing her cheek against his. "They rule by fear, you rule with trust and love."
"But the men fear me-"
"Because they respect you." She spoke fiercely, pulling away to gaze into his eyes. "And they know that your heart remains true."
There was no battle plan, no sly trick that the enemy was bound to be trying to guess. It was simple; His army was going to strike them hard and fast and hope for the best. This was not how you played in war. You worked to win the future battles, but instead, he worked to end it once and for all. A dangerous gander that he may not be able to pull off in the end.
But he was going to need the king's head if he was going to truly win this war.
The battle began with an arrow. The first arrow that pierced through an eye and embedded itself into someone's skull. Letting out a guttural roar, Dracula charged, his men thundering behind him. He could feel her by his side. Although he was king, it was his sole duty to protect her.
"TO THE GATES!" He roared. They were going to slice through one hundred thousand men like the first arrow. "TO THE GATES!"
He felt his body dissolved as his form erupted into a swarm of black birds. When he screamed, they screamed, like a demon raging against the heavens. He fell back to the earth in his draconic form, sword in paw. He cut anyone down, carving a path through the turmoil that surged around him. Besides him, his mate fought with just as much fury, her screeching war cry sending chills down his spine. In this world, he only feared one being, and it was her.
And death of course. But everyone feared death.
Snarling, he ran his blade through the chest of a male Guardian, ducking beneath the falling dragon and charging forwards. Through the thick of darkness, two towering gates began to bleed into view. Knowing his duty, he hesitantly abandoned his mate, having faith in his men to protect her. Surging up into the sky, his form exploded into a flock of ravens again. In the leading's raven's claws, was his blade. Like an angry swarm, they buzzed through the sky in a fury. Curving up and over the wall of the castle, the birds dropped low.
Within the kingdom now, Dracula returned to earth whole again. Ruthlessly cutting down anyone that dare challenged him, he brutally worked his way to the gates. And with great strength, he pulled them open using the wheel of the gates.
His army surged into the kingdom. The enemy may still be outside killing half their forces, but they were not keen to his army's efficiency and courage. They followed like savage dogs, howling in anger and betrayal, but their hides smelled foul of fear.
Fear that they were going to lose this war.
And they did. No one was guarding the castle, so Dracula took it quickly. Like he had promised himself, he cut the king's head from his shoulders. But he did not take the throne. He was the destroyer of worlds, his name striking fear into every heart. But his mate's name did not. This kingdom had heard of her untainted purity. Compared to him, she was something holy, and when she descended upon the throne, the kingdom welcomed her with open arms.
She was fairer than their old king, giving to the needy freely and closing the gap severing the poor from the rich. They say in these golden times, the sun shone brighter than ever.
And it burned bright, for many, many happy years.
WRITING
Dracula - I really like Dracula for some reason. This boy is fricken, the best. Best boi.
Now, this story would probably be used best as an AU. The world/setting is FR with heavy fantasy themes. I'm getting kind of knight/empire vibes from Dracula, and given his name, of course he's going to be a vampire ;) You don't have to use this if you don't want to, this is kinda just for fun honestly. Somewhat inspired by the "Dracula Untold" movie. I loved that movie.
"Great kings are rare and good men are rarer still. To rule a kingdom, there will always be sacrifice. To rule the people, there will always be strife. But to rule yourself is what few can master." The Mirror who sat before the fire pit, clad in silver armor, sat back, staring wistfully into the flames. "He may be a creature of darkness, but his heart is pure."
"Is it though?" A gruff Guardian challenged, bracing against the cold winds of the grassy plateau. "I thought creatures like him possessed no heart. All he does his hide in the shadows. I haven't even seen him!"
"Someone said he looks like a creature of unimaginable beauty..." A Spiral whispered, poking the coals with a charred stick.
"Makes sense why he wants to become king. Only those wealthy and gorgeous can sit upon the throne." The black Skydancer who sat next to the Guardian hissed.
"Ah, and if you haven't had lost that left eye of yours, you would be the one sitting on the throne now, eh?" The Mirror retorted, chuckling.
"Shut it."
"They whisper about you..."
The voice was quiet and somber, like the interior of the dark tent. Beautiful carpets covered the ground and large stained glass lanterns hung from the wooden beams. Their light burned low, casting shadows on the objects tucked away. There was a bed, the fur blankets and satin sheets messily strewn about. Black raven feathers had been pinned to the fabric and sprinkled across the floor like a path of breadcrumbs. They led to a wooden table made of polished oak that sat in the darkest corner of the large tent.
"Do they now? What do they say?"
"Some admire you, a few are skeptical. They just wonder why their king-"
"I am not a king."
"Well, they wonder why you never leave your quarters..."
"You're wondering if the rumors are true?"
"I..."
"They are."
The pale female Wildclaw who was standing within the tent faltered. Half her face was illuminated by the small beam of sunlight emitting from the tent entrance. There was fear present within her yellow eyes. "I-I'll leave you then..." She whispered, backing away and exiting quickly. The leather flaps fluttered shut, casting the tent in thicker shadows.
When they first lay eyes upon him, it was in the darkness of the night. His scales rippled like a black ocean and he walked a relaxed stroll. His eyes glittered like red rubies, bloody and intense. Feathers that could only come from a raven clung to his shoulders like the plume of a cape. He wore black armor that was almost as dark as his scales. The most unnerving thing about him, was that he walked in complete silence. Not even his armor made a sound.
When he passed his men, they began to feel sick with unease. But before thoughts of fear clouded their minds, a cool breeze would kiss their cheeks and their hearts suddenly began to burn with courage. They rallied behind him, fifty thousand strong. From the vantage point of the cliff, Dracula glared down upon the war-torn battlefield. There, the ruling kingdom's army of one hundred thousand lay waiting, their banners dancing in the wind.
It was going to be a slaughter.
"What troubles you my dear?" She whispered in the darkness, pressing her body comfortably against his as they lay together in the bed. He had loved her for decades and he would love her for centuries, if immortality was kind to him.
He turned to face her. "We cannot win this war."
"Oh?" She whispered, pressing her cheek against his. "They rule by fear, you rule with trust and love."
"But the men fear me-"
"Because they respect you." She spoke fiercely, pulling away to gaze into his eyes. "And they know that your heart remains true."
There was no battle plan, no sly trick that the enemy was bound to be trying to guess. It was simple; His army was going to strike them hard and fast and hope for the best. This was not how you played in war. You worked to win the future battles, but instead, he worked to end it once and for all. A dangerous gander that he may not be able to pull off in the end.
But he was going to need the king's head if he was going to truly win this war.
The battle began with an arrow. The first arrow that pierced through an eye and embedded itself into someone's skull. Letting out a guttural roar, Dracula charged, his men thundering behind him. He could feel her by his side. Although he was king, it was his sole duty to protect her.
"TO THE GATES!" He roared. They were going to slice through one hundred thousand men like the first arrow. "TO THE GATES!"
He felt his body dissolved as his form erupted into a swarm of black birds. When he screamed, they screamed, like a demon raging against the heavens. He fell back to the earth in his draconic form, sword in paw. He cut anyone down, carving a path through the turmoil that surged around him. Besides him, his mate fought with just as much fury, her screeching war cry sending chills down his spine. In this world, he only feared one being, and it was her.
And death of course. But everyone feared death.
Snarling, he ran his blade through the chest of a male Guardian, ducking beneath the falling dragon and charging forwards. Through the thick of darkness, two towering gates began to bleed into view. Knowing his duty, he hesitantly abandoned his mate, having faith in his men to protect her. Surging up into the sky, his form exploded into a flock of ravens again. In the leading's raven's claws, was his blade. Like an angry swarm, they buzzed through the sky in a fury. Curving up and over the wall of the castle, the birds dropped low.
Within the kingdom now, Dracula returned to earth whole again. Ruthlessly cutting down anyone that dare challenged him, he brutally worked his way to the gates. And with great strength, he pulled them open using the wheel of the gates.
His army surged into the kingdom. The enemy may still be outside killing half their forces, but they were not keen to his army's efficiency and courage. They followed like savage dogs, howling in anger and betrayal, but their hides smelled foul of fear.
Fear that they were going to lose this war.
And they did. No one was guarding the castle, so Dracula took it quickly. Like he had promised himself, he cut the king's head from his shoulders. But he did not take the throne. He was the destroyer of worlds, his name striking fear into every heart. But his mate's name did not. This kingdom had heard of her untainted purity. Compared to him, she was something holy, and when she descended upon the throne, the kingdom welcomed her with open arms.
She was fairer than their old king, giving to the needy freely and closing the gap severing the poor from the rich. They say in these golden times, the sun shone brighter than ever.
And it burned bright, for many, many happy years.
NOTES
Ophelia
She looks like a witch, but witches are too predictable. But honestly, it feels like she has been involved with magic.
What I have so far is she is a spell preserver/recorder. She memorizes spells/records spells that are in danger of disappearing. She's immortal and dedicates her life to preserving spells that are fading, either because the civilization that once used those spells is dead/dying, or magical dragons no longer really use it.
She has a library collection that ranges from small, insignificant spells that were once taught at birth, to spells that can destroy worlds or create copies of universes. She's a popular legend/myth among the magical community and many go searching for her. If you're worthy for the spell that you ask for, she might give it to you. If you're not and you try to get it from her using force, you will either be cursed, kicked out, or killed. Depends on how much patience she has that day.
She lives in a large library, in a large tree. The tree is like the tardis. Outside, no Imperial could fit inside, inside, the shelves of the library seemingly travel on and on, for eternity. She uses teleporting magic to get from one shelf to another, to save time.
Abel
TBD
Cain
TBD
Rosencrantz
Rosencrantz is the ferryman. Between the cusp of life and death, he is the guide to those who have passed. Spirits cannot find the afterlife themselves, but he can. Some might call him a reaper of sorts, especially since he can enter the living world when he pleases, but truth be told, Rosencrantz is no being. In fact, he shouldn't even exist. He takes the form of a Skydancer and with charm, dutifully applies himself to his job. He is a kind... thing that enjoys helping the needy. He does not charge those who ride his boat to the afterlife. Souls are his sole responsibility and he will care for them until they safely set foot on the beaches of the afterlife.
Korpiklanni
TBD
NOTES
Ophelia
She looks like a witch, but witches are too predictable. But honestly, it feels like she has been involved with magic.
What I have so far is she is a spell preserver/recorder. She memorizes spells/records spells that are in danger of disappearing. She's immortal and dedicates her life to preserving spells that are fading, either because the civilization that once used those spells is dead/dying, or magical dragons no longer really use it.
She has a library collection that ranges from small, insignificant spells that were once taught at birth, to spells that can destroy worlds or create copies of universes. She's a popular legend/myth among the magical community and many go searching for her. If you're worthy for the spell that you ask for, she might give it to you. If you're not and you try to get it from her using force, you will either be cursed, kicked out, or killed. Depends on how much patience she has that day.
She lives in a large library, in a large tree. The tree is like the tardis. Outside, no Imperial could fit inside, inside, the shelves of the library seemingly travel on and on, for eternity. She uses teleporting magic to get from one shelf to another, to save time.
Abel
TBD
Cain
TBD
Rosencrantz
Rosencrantz is the ferryman. Between the cusp of life and death, he is the guide to those who have passed. Spirits cannot find the afterlife themselves, but he can. Some might call him a reaper of sorts, especially since he can enter the living world when he pleases, but truth be told, Rosencrantz is no being. In fact, he shouldn't even exist. He takes the form of a Skydancer and with charm, dutifully applies himself to his job. He is a kind... thing that enjoys helping the needy. He does not charge those who ride his boat to the afterlife. Souls are his sole responsibility and he will care for them until they safely set foot on the beaches of the afterlife.
Korpiklanni
TBD
@/Johan - For your dragon Gabriel. I know this is long over due, holy cow, but here you go!!
He smiles a sympathetic smile, his blue eyes pitying the dragon before him. Gabriel sits silent for a moment, before he leans forwards and says, "This is your last warning... Are you sure you want to do this?" He can feel the feeling of dread lurking somewhere in the corner of the room, unspoken, his customer beginning to second guess himself. Within his head, Gabriel begins to count down from ten.
On one, the Imperial says, "Yes. I'm sure I want to do this."
And Gabriel grants the man's wish. He watches contently as the Imperial leaves the furnished room, gently closing the mahogany door behind him. Sighing softly, the Coatl curls up against the satin of his chair, sinking into the cushions. A clock ticks and candles flicker a beautiful gold. From the window behind him, Gabriel can hear the rain pattering against the glass. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, letting out a breath of air.
The room falls into darkness as the candles are extinguished.
"How are you fairing?" The Coatl asks curiously as he circles a desk. He stops for a moment to pour himself a glass of whiskey. He would have offered some to his guest if he wasn't so big.
The Imperial dips his head a bit to avoid bumping a ceiling beam. "G-Good." He speaks nervously and his blue eyes dart about. He tries to make himself small and remains crouched in the center of the room, trying not to bump any furniture with his tail. A pop from the fire behind him makes him flinch.
"Has your wish come true yet?" Gabriel asks kindly as he leans against his desk. He takes a sip of his drink, delighted by the burn that rushes down his throat. Taking a deep breath in, he relishes the scent of cedar and smoke.
@/Johan - For your dragon Gabriel. I know this is long over due, holy cow, but here you go!!
He smiles a sympathetic smile, his blue eyes pitying the dragon before him. Gabriel sits silent for a moment, before he leans forwards and says, "This is your last warning... Are you sure you want to do this?" He can feel the feeling of dread lurking somewhere in the corner of the room, unspoken, his customer beginning to second guess himself. Within his head, Gabriel begins to count down from ten.
On one, the Imperial says, "Yes. I'm sure I want to do this."
And Gabriel grants the man's wish. He watches contently as the Imperial leaves the furnished room, gently closing the mahogany door behind him. Sighing softly, the Coatl curls up against the satin of his chair, sinking into the cushions. A clock ticks and candles flicker a beautiful gold. From the window behind him, Gabriel can hear the rain pattering against the glass. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, letting out a breath of air.
The room falls into darkness as the candles are extinguished.
"How are you fairing?" The Coatl asks curiously as he circles a desk. He stops for a moment to pour himself a glass of whiskey. He would have offered some to his guest if he wasn't so big.
The Imperial dips his head a bit to avoid bumping a ceiling beam. "G-Good." He speaks nervously and his blue eyes dart about. He tries to make himself small and remains crouched in the center of the room, trying not to bump any furniture with his tail. A pop from the fire behind him makes him flinch.
"Has your wish come true yet?" Gabriel asks kindly as he leans against his desk. He takes a sip of his drink, delighted by the burn that rushes down his throat. Taking a deep breath in, he relishes the scent of cedar and smoke.
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Sillywinter
Hi! Wow, what you've written for Ophelia and Dracula is fantastic and I would love to use if in their bios if that's okay? I was at a loss for what to do with Ophelia's lore, but your ideas are so creative and suit her perfectly, so thank you!
I also have a sketch of one of your dragons to send your way - just have to get it scanned and edited a bit in photoshop before I send it over! I'll PM you when it's ready~
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Sillywinter
Hi! Wow, what you've written for Ophelia and Dracula is fantastic and I would love to use if in their bios if that's okay? I was at a loss for what to do with Ophelia's lore, but your ideas are so creative and suit her perfectly, so thank you!
I also have a sketch of one of your dragons to send your way - just have to get it scanned and edited a bit in photoshop before I send it over! I'll PM you when it's ready~
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awaicu
oh wow, glad you like it! and thank you very much haha. I'm planning on writing a bit more for Dracula, give him some action, before I move on to the other dragons. Feel free to put what I have down so far in his bio though! Glad I could help out with Ophelia too :)
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awaicu
oh wow, glad you like it! and thank you very much haha. I'm planning on writing a bit more for Dracula, give him some action, before I move on to the other dragons. Feel free to put what I have down so far in his bio though! Glad I could help out with Ophelia too :)
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awaicu
Okay, I finished Dracula's lore piece! I wrote an idea for Rosencrantz that he is the ferryman who escorts souls to the afterlife safely, so they do not become lost in the world that is between life and death. I might write something for him too, since I actually really like the idea. Tell me your thoughts if you like this idea or not, or if you would like it to be written in a certain way!
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awaicu
Okay, I finished Dracula's lore piece! I wrote an idea for Rosencrantz that he is the ferryman who escorts souls to the afterlife safely, so they do not become lost in the world that is between life and death. I might write something for him too, since I actually really like the idea. Tell me your thoughts if you like this idea or not, or if you would like it to be written in a certain way!
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Sillywinter
Ooooh, it's fantastic - I love how mysterious you made Dracula's lore and that you captured how other dragons envision him. I'll have to come up with a way to tie his story in with how he ends up in my clan, but I think I have a few ideas. The idea of a ferryman for Rosencrantz also sounds fantastic. You always blow my mind with your ideas for dragons' lore ; m;
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Sillywinter
Ooooh, it's fantastic - I love how mysterious you made Dracula's lore and that you captured how other dragons envision him. I'll have to come up with a way to tie his story in with how he ends up in my clan, but I think I have a few ideas. The idea of a ferryman for Rosencrantz also sounds fantastic. You always blow my mind with your ideas for dragons' lore ; m;
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PantheraScience - what I have so far! Feel free to use it if you would want to!
notes - Roles, He may end up being a butcher to fit in with mirror lore somewhat so he will fit in original lore. I def think something about him going from plague to mirror would be neat, maybe he's a zombie that was cured so his plague-y nature turned more stoic like earth so he got earth eyes? Probs going to rename him. Not sure to what tho
ideas - could be a hunter too. probably really good at caring for animals/raising them
Slaughtering animals is difficult. As a butcher, it's [name]'s job to wrangle them into submission (no matter the size), and kill them. Then he prepares the meat, toiling away for the perfect cuts, careful to keep any spoilage from occurring. He's rather isolated from the Inn, the slaughter house located a mile away to keep guests from hearing the screams of dying animals. Most of his interactions is with The Hunter, [unnamed ridge name]. [Name] doesn't talk much.
It's hard to be empathetic when you're job for a living is to kill. [Name]'s demeanor is that of a quiet one, and the Mirror is often accompanied by a shroud of sullen emotions. He doesn't make great company and he doesn't like to talk, especially if it's about himself. All there is to know, was that he was once dead, but someone or
something brought him back to this world in the body of a golem. It's rather disconcerting to see that your red eyes had turned to a lifeless brown. Over time, the memories of his old life have faded away to be forgotten.
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PantheraScience - what I have so far! Feel free to use it if you would want to!
notes - Roles, He may end up being a butcher to fit in with mirror lore somewhat so he will fit in original lore. I def think something about him going from plague to mirror would be neat, maybe he's a zombie that was cured so his plague-y nature turned more stoic like earth so he got earth eyes? Probs going to rename him. Not sure to what tho
ideas - could be a hunter too. probably really good at caring for animals/raising them
Slaughtering animals is difficult. As a butcher, it's [name]'s job to wrangle them into submission (no matter the size), and kill them. Then he prepares the meat, toiling away for the perfect cuts, careful to keep any spoilage from occurring. He's rather isolated from the Inn, the slaughter house located a mile away to keep guests from hearing the screams of dying animals. Most of his interactions is with The Hunter, [unnamed ridge name]. [Name] doesn't talk much.
It's hard to be empathetic when you're job for a living is to kill. [Name]'s demeanor is that of a quiet one, and the Mirror is often accompanied by a shroud of sullen emotions. He doesn't make great company and he doesn't like to talk, especially if it's about himself. All there is to know, was that he was once dead, but someone or
something brought him back to this world in the body of a golem. It's rather disconcerting to see that your red eyes had turned to a lifeless brown. Over time, the memories of his old life have faded away to be forgotten.
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Sillywinter
Bless. I love it!~ TYSM!!
