@Drackana
I'll set it up this time! You've already met Wyte, and here's a little introduction to Beatrix:
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She's not my most fleshed out dragon, so I'm looking forward to giving her more depth. She's very sweet in an almost pandering way and is good at keeping secrets, though she can come off as creepy. She can see and talk to spirits- her best friend is her guide spirit beside her.
If things somehow go really sour, I might introduce Keferia ^_^
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Drackana
I'll set it up this time! You've already met Wyte, and here's a little introduction to Beatrix:
She's not my most fleshed out dragon, so I'm looking forward to giving her more depth. She's very sweet in an almost pandering way and is good at keeping secrets, though she can come off as creepy. She can see and talk to spirits- her best friend is her guide spirit beside her.
If things somehow go really sour, I might introduce Keferia ^_^
((Kool. I'll post Rapha here since we already know Vladimir. Vladimir will be bringing his familiar this time though.
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[b]Bone[/b]
Female
Pushy and takes to hitting or clawing at Vladimir to get his attention. Doesnt speak often and prefers to use gestures to convey what she wants. Vlad tend to call her 'Brat'
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[b]Rapha[/b]
A kind-hearted dragon that, in life, was a craftsman of metal. He often made useful items for the dragons within the Nomad Clan for work or made trinkets to sell. He was a clutz and often fell into and broke things, which what makes him such a great mechanic and craftsman. He would often stutter out an apology and fix whatever he may have broken, often making it better then it once was. He is shy and only stays in this world due to his attachment to Vladimir and Vladimir's immense guilt in killing Rapha in a feeding frenzy. The only other 'dragon' who has ever seen him is Mors, a form of death that lingers with Vladimir's Blood brother, Blood. Vlad can also see Mors, but Mors wont say anything to Vlad about Rapha though. ))
((Kool. I'll post Rapha here since we already know Vladimir. Vladimir will be bringing his familiar this time though.
Bone
Female
Pushy and takes to hitting or clawing at Vladimir to get his attention. Doesnt speak often and prefers to use gestures to convey what she wants. Vlad tend to call her 'Brat'
Rapha
A kind-hearted dragon that, in life, was a craftsman of metal. He often made useful items for the dragons within the Nomad Clan for work or made trinkets to sell. He was a clutz and often fell into and broke things, which what makes him such a great mechanic and craftsman. He would often stutter out an apology and fix whatever he may have broken, often making it better then it once was. He is shy and only stays in this world due to his attachment to Vladimir and Vladimir's immense guilt in killing Rapha in a feeding frenzy. The only other 'dragon' who has ever seen him is Mors, a form of death that lingers with Vladimir's Blood brother, Blood. Vlad can also see Mors, but Mors wont say anything to Vlad about Rapha though. ))
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EclipseMirror
Would you like for me to start or do you want to? I am subbed so we dont have to ping one another :D))
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EclipseMirror
Would you like for me to start or do you want to? I am subbed so we dont have to ping one another :D))
((me too; I'll start ^_^))
((me too; I'll start ^_^))
A wildclaw trekked towards his set-out point beyond the clan's territory, blue and purple glows glistening off his scales. His familiar was not far behind, watching closely for any attacks from the forest itself. The misty morning of Starwood Strand left a chill in his bones as he stepped between feathery hues of indigo and blue, wondering if he could fit a very quick case into the day. It didn't seem too likely.
"Wyte," Leigh had stated, looking up with exasperation from preening her feathers. "Scavenging duty today. Stay in Starfall Isles."
Wyte was more alarmed than annoyed at his apparent deposition. "M-ma'am? Is s-something wrong?"
"You know perfectly damn well that something's wrong," the skydancer snarled. "Mistrunner told me about your state after your last trip. Deep leg wounds. Multiple scratches and elemental burns. Blood loss. You're starting to compete with Variolae for the 'most wounds in one gathering trip' award, and that wasn't the first time you were wounded in a simple gathering trip either." Leigh's expression softened slightly upon seeing her ex-student's crestfallen expression. "It's not a deposition, dear. I just want you to stay safe. We can't lose a fine member of our Guild anytime soon. Now get the hell out there. Try to return before sunset."
A few minutes after Wyte stepped out beyond the rune markings of the Void, he reached for his new dimensional runestone, tapping out a code to retrieve his mask and claws. One can never be too trusting in the Strand.
A wildclaw trekked towards his set-out point beyond the clan's territory, blue and purple glows glistening off his scales. His familiar was not far behind, watching closely for any attacks from the forest itself. The misty morning of Starwood Strand left a chill in his bones as he stepped between feathery hues of indigo and blue, wondering if he could fit a very quick case into the day. It didn't seem too likely.
"Wyte," Leigh had stated, looking up with exasperation from preening her feathers. "Scavenging duty today. Stay in Starfall Isles."
Wyte was more alarmed than annoyed at his apparent deposition. "M-ma'am? Is s-something wrong?"
"You know perfectly damn well that something's wrong," the skydancer snarled. "Mistrunner told me about your state after your last trip. Deep leg wounds. Multiple scratches and elemental burns. Blood loss. You're starting to compete with Variolae for the 'most wounds in one gathering trip' award, and that wasn't the first time you were wounded in a simple gathering trip either." Leigh's expression softened slightly upon seeing her ex-student's crestfallen expression. "It's not a deposition, dear. I just want you to stay safe. We can't lose a fine member of our Guild anytime soon. Now get the hell out there. Try to return before sunset."
A few minutes after Wyte stepped out beyond the rune markings of the Void, he reached for his new dimensional runestone, tapping out a code to retrieve his mask and claws. One can never be too trusting in the Strand.
Vladimir disliked this place, he hated the color pink and it was EVERYWHERE here. He growled in irritation, the blinding lights given off in this area were also irritating. But, Draconis and Uttara had been adamant in needing to return here for parchment and quills for their library. Darastrix also was seeking out new information on the Shade while here. Many of the other clan members had also seemed to find something to do here, except Vladimir.
Vladimir had no need to be here and there were no bountys to be had. It was also incredibly risky hunting here for exchange of information, no matter how small, spread faster then fire in the Ashfall Wastes. He did not feel like being hunted, or worse, captured and studied upon. Vladimir shivered at the thought. Currently Vladimir was wandering again, a fair distance from his clan, when he caught a familiar scent upon the wind. Vlad's features scrunched together as he tried to match a face or name with the scent but his memory was not the best. So in curiousity, he headed toward the familiar smell.
Vladimir disliked this place, he hated the color pink and it was EVERYWHERE here. He growled in irritation, the blinding lights given off in this area were also irritating. But, Draconis and Uttara had been adamant in needing to return here for parchment and quills for their library. Darastrix also was seeking out new information on the Shade while here. Many of the other clan members had also seemed to find something to do here, except Vladimir.
Vladimir had no need to be here and there were no bountys to be had. It was also incredibly risky hunting here for exchange of information, no matter how small, spread faster then fire in the Ashfall Wastes. He did not feel like being hunted, or worse, captured and studied upon. Vladimir shivered at the thought. Currently Vladimir was wandering again, a fair distance from his clan, when he caught a familiar scent upon the wind. Vlad's features scrunched together as he tried to match a face or name with the scent but his memory was not the best. So in curiousity, he headed toward the familiar smell.
As Wyte planned his trek along Crystalspine Ridges, a soft rustle sounded behind him, getting louder and louder. He turned around, alert and claws out. If this was an ambush from something, it was a sorry one. A few seconds later, a heavily linen-bound head showed itself.
"Hi Wyte," Beatrix said nonchalantly, ignoring the wildclaw's shock. "It's a fine day today. The spirits in the woods are happy."
"W-what are you doing here, Bea?" Wyte hissed. "W-were you following me?"
"Virgil says I should today," the skydancer assured quietly, nodding to the side at nothing before locking her eyes onto his again. "Says there's a new friend to be found here through you."
"You should depend more on your own thinking, Bea- you can't trust every piece of advice you get from Virgil. If he tells you to jump into the Great Furnace, would you?"
"Where there's a cause, there's a reason."
Wyte rolled his eyes and grimaced. There was no way he could go anywhere with another clanmate around. Someone needed to teach the younger dragon about privacy. "I can't take you all the way across the Ridges, Bea. You'd tire out. I can't remember the last time you flew."
"There's no need," the medium responded, tilting her head slightly in an eerie way. "They'll be here soon."
As Wyte planned his trek along Crystalspine Ridges, a soft rustle sounded behind him, getting louder and louder. He turned around, alert and claws out. If this was an ambush from something, it was a sorry one. A few seconds later, a heavily linen-bound head showed itself.
"Hi Wyte," Beatrix said nonchalantly, ignoring the wildclaw's shock. "It's a fine day today. The spirits in the woods are happy."
"W-what are you doing here, Bea?" Wyte hissed. "W-were you following me?"
"Virgil says I should today," the skydancer assured quietly, nodding to the side at nothing before locking her eyes onto his again. "Says there's a new friend to be found here through you."
"You should depend more on your own thinking, Bea- you can't trust every piece of advice you get from Virgil. If he tells you to jump into the Great Furnace, would you?"
"Where there's a cause, there's a reason."
Wyte rolled his eyes and grimaced. There was no way he could go anywhere with another clanmate around. Someone needed to teach the younger dragon about privacy. "I can't take you all the way across the Ridges, Bea. You'd tire out. I can't remember the last time you flew."
"There's no need," the medium responded, tilting her head slightly in an eerie way. "They'll be here soon."
Vladimir trekked for quite a bit before finding a familiar wildclaw standing upon a ridge just above with a unfamiliar skydancer standing beside him. It took Vladimir a moment as he stared at the pair before a name clicked in his head and a grin spread across his face.
"Sweet Cheeks!" Purposely not saying the others name that had been told to him when first meeting. He knew the other's name was 'Sythe' but he almost never called anyone by their names unless they were clanmates or he was very close to them. He preferred pet names, if really only to annoy or pester others.
At the sound of the shout a sudden and sharp pain hit him upon his back, where his wings, arms, and neck met. Jumping in surprise a bit he lifted his cape to reveal a rather angry goblin biting his scales and growling. "Brat! Stop that!"
Vladimir trekked for quite a bit before finding a familiar wildclaw standing upon a ridge just above with a unfamiliar skydancer standing beside him. It took Vladimir a moment as he stared at the pair before a name clicked in his head and a grin spread across his face.
"Sweet Cheeks!" Purposely not saying the others name that had been told to him when first meeting. He knew the other's name was 'Sythe' but he almost never called anyone by their names unless they were clanmates or he was very close to them. He preferred pet names, if really only to annoy or pester others.
At the sound of the shout a sudden and sharp pain hit him upon his back, where his wings, arms, and neck met. Jumping in surprise a bit he lifted his cape to reveal a rather angry goblin biting his scales and growling. "Brat! Stop that!"
"...behind you," Beatrix pointed out, just as Azrael jumped onto Wyte. He swivelled around as he heard a familiar nickname, looking downwards and coming eye-to-eye with Vladimir. A mixture of emotions hit him- gladness that he got to see the vampire again, frustration at the circumstances.
"Nice of you to visit," he noted, praying to all eleven deities that Beatrix or her spirits will not call him out. He let out a soft snort of amusement as the goblin announced itself a few moments later. "Did you bring your familiar this time?"
{Don't blow Wyte's cover,} Virgil instructed as he drifted a smoking wing around Beatrix in an attempt to ruffle her feathers. {He'll be upset if you do.}
The skydancer hummed under her breath in assurance, eyelids fluttering slightly as she looked at the expected newcomer. Like Wyte, remnants of angered souls drifted around him, very slowly decaying with their owners' fading vengeance. Not what she was looking for.
"Olly olly oxenfree," the medium sang under her breath as she looked for something brighter.
"...behind you," Beatrix pointed out, just as Azrael jumped onto Wyte. He swivelled around as he heard a familiar nickname, looking downwards and coming eye-to-eye with Vladimir. A mixture of emotions hit him- gladness that he got to see the vampire again, frustration at the circumstances.
"Nice of you to visit," he noted, praying to all eleven deities that Beatrix or her spirits will not call him out. He let out a soft snort of amusement as the goblin announced itself a few moments later. "Did you bring your familiar this time?"
{Don't blow Wyte's cover,} Virgil instructed as he drifted a smoking wing around Beatrix in an attempt to ruffle her feathers. {He'll be upset if you do.}
The skydancer hummed under her breath in assurance, eyelids fluttering slightly as she looked at the expected newcomer. Like Wyte, remnants of angered souls drifted around him, very slowly decaying with their owners' fading vengeance. Not what she was looking for.
"Olly olly oxenfree," the medium sang under her breath as she looked for something brighter.
Vladimir grumbled at Bone before picking her up by her tail and setting her upon the ground. "Yeah, though I wasnt quite expecting you to be around though. Is this where your clan makes base?" Vladimir asked, actually curious to where the other might live normally.
Bone was unhappy at being put upon the ground and gave the unfamiliar dragons and familiar a death-like glare before growling at Vladimir once again and gesturing to the others in confusion. 'Who are these guy' it seemed to be asking. Vladimir motioned between Sythe and Bone. "Brat, meet my friend Sythe, or as I call 'em. Sweet cheeks~. And thats his kamaitachi...er I forgot its name actually..." Vladimir said with a bit of a embarrassed smile. "But, I dont know who she is, Mind giving some introductions, Sweet Cheeks?" Bone seemed unimpressed by any of them though as Vladimir introduced them all.
Vladimir grumbled at Bone before picking her up by her tail and setting her upon the ground. "Yeah, though I wasnt quite expecting you to be around though. Is this where your clan makes base?" Vladimir asked, actually curious to where the other might live normally.
Bone was unhappy at being put upon the ground and gave the unfamiliar dragons and familiar a death-like glare before growling at Vladimir once again and gesturing to the others in confusion. 'Who are these guy' it seemed to be asking. Vladimir motioned between Sythe and Bone. "Brat, meet my friend Sythe, or as I call 'em. Sweet cheeks~. And thats his kamaitachi...er I forgot its name actually..." Vladimir said with a bit of a embarrassed smile. "But, I dont know who she is, Mind giving some introductions, Sweet Cheeks?" Bone seemed unimpressed by any of them though as Vladimir introduced them all.
