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TOPIC | 1x1 w/ Atanabi
It had taken hours to set up, especially considering the amount of time the oracle spent on gathering flowers and sorting glass. Ten pairs of ape-esque hands were useful; the guardian in full recognition of how fortunate the serthis and other mammilian tribes were. The tent was placed delicately on the edge of the marketplace; its other inhabitants gazing on with caution as the dragon arranged their wares. It was quaint - their little bundle of potions and plants; as young dragons seemed to be all for cute things bottled up nowadays. Of course, their tarot cards were always grasped within one hand: five eyes perfect for looking for potential customers. The soft jingle of golden ornaments preceded each of their movements, hands folded and spine straight. Hopefully some customers would be drawn to their tent today.
@skullLotus
@skullLotus
It had taken hours to set up, especially considering the amount of time the oracle spent on gathering flowers and sorting glass. Ten pairs of ape-esque hands were useful; the guardian in full recognition of how fortunate the serthis and other mammilian tribes were. The tent was placed delicately on the edge of the marketplace; its other inhabitants gazing on with caution as the dragon arranged their wares. It was quaint - their little bundle of potions and plants; as young dragons seemed to be all for cute things bottled up nowadays. Of course, their tarot cards were always grasped within one hand: five eyes perfect for looking for potential customers. The soft jingle of golden ornaments preceded each of their movements, hands folded and spine straight. Hopefully some customers would be drawn to their tent today.
@skullLotus
@skullLotus
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@Atanabi ((weren't sure if you were subbed! Also, this dragon is a fandragon of mine so I hope you don't mind that he was once human? Because I have no idea if they exist in Sornieth. Also he has Nyxia. Where basically it's like a malleable stone? You can think of things and it will transform to that. But it does have limits.))
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Anton prowled the marketplace as dragons were putting things out to sell. The main thing were things bottled up and useless trinkets. How could you like them? They had no use. Scoffing under his breath at every supposedly magical thing, he kept walking around. Though, he did end up buying a couple things here and there. A pouch, and bottled up herbs. Not some dumb thing like sand in the bottle. Walking some more, he had quickly walked up to the end of the marketplace. That wasn't surprising. Anton had walked past most of the stalls without a second glance. Looking at the last stall, he stopped for a few seconds. They had cards. Those magical cards he had seen before he had become a dragon. Surely whomever could tell them something about it? The dragon looked more human than... Well the dragons he had seen around.
@Atanabi ((weren't sure if you were subbed! Also, this dragon is a fandragon of mine so I hope you don't mind that he was once human? Because I have no idea if they exist in Sornieth. Also he has Nyxia. Where basically it's like a malleable stone? You can think of things and it will transform to that. But it does have limits.))
Anton prowled the marketplace as dragons were putting things out to sell. The main thing were things bottled up and useless trinkets. How could you like them? They had no use. Scoffing under his breath at every supposedly magical thing, he kept walking around. Though, he did end up buying a couple things here and there. A pouch, and bottled up herbs. Not some dumb thing like sand in the bottle. Walking some more, he had quickly walked up to the end of the marketplace. That wasn't surprising. Anton had walked past most of the stalls without a second glance. Looking at the last stall, he stopped for a few seconds. They had cards. Those magical cards he had seen before he had become a dragon. Surely whomever could tell them something about it? The dragon looked more human than... Well the dragons he had seen around.
Anton prowled the marketplace as dragons were putting things out to sell. The main thing were things bottled up and useless trinkets. How could you like them? They had no use. Scoffing under his breath at every supposedly magical thing, he kept walking around. Though, he did end up buying a couple things here and there. A pouch, and bottled up herbs. Not some dumb thing like sand in the bottle. Walking some more, he had quickly walked up to the end of the marketplace. That wasn't surprising. Anton had walked past most of the stalls without a second glance. Looking at the last stall, he stopped for a few seconds. They had cards. Those magical cards he had seen before he had become a dragon. Surely whomever could tell them something about it? The dragon looked more human than... Well the dragons he had seen around.
((hey he's wonderful and it's all good! Also, since your dragon just met mine and my dragon has two beards, it's totally alright for Anton to assume that ubtuk is a male. They really don't care about pronouns, so whatever's most realistic))
Five eyes blinked in unison, the Guardian's head tilting slightly towards the young male. Their throat hummed gently, as if warming up for a [i]troubling[/i] conversation in draconic. The tarot cards were quickly shuffled - the dragon didn't look like he was interested in their plants anyhow. The wooden table was as scarred as the oracle's underbelly, clawmarks as plentiful as the flowers that graced the area around them. A flicker of their tail acknowledged the male's entrance, ram-esque horns motioning to a set of signs.
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It was almost shameful how scrawled the letters were, at least the Guardian had managed to spell the words correctly. Not without trouble, as with closer inspection one could see the brown paint that attempted to match the wood beneath it. Almost like an eraser. For paint.
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(I put both of them because if they weren't mutated, they would of been twins? Hope that's ok) / @skullLotus
((hey he's wonderful and it's all good! Also, since your dragon just met mine and my dragon has two beards, it's totally alright for Anton to assume that ubtuk is a male. They really don't care about pronouns, so whatever's most realistic))
Five eyes blinked in unison, the Guardian's head tilting slightly towards the young male. Their throat hummed gently, as if warming up for a troubling conversation in draconic. The tarot cards were quickly shuffled - the dragon didn't look like he was interested in their plants anyhow. The wooden table was as scarred as the oracle's underbelly, clawmarks as plentiful as the flowers that graced the area around them. A flicker of their tail acknowledged the male's entrance, ram-esque horns motioning to a set of signs.
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| Future Predictions: 5c ??? ?? ???????? |
| - Tarot Cards, Scale Readings, Smoke Telling????|
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It was almost shameful how scrawled the letters were, at least the Guardian had managed to spell the words correctly. Not without trouble, as with closer inspection one could see the brown paint that attempted to match the wood beneath it. Almost like an eraser. For paint.
(I put both of them because if they weren't mutated, they would of been twins? Hope that's ok) / @skullLotus
Five eyes blinked in unison, the Guardian's head tilting slightly towards the young male. Their throat hummed gently, as if warming up for a troubling conversation in draconic. The tarot cards were quickly shuffled - the dragon didn't look like he was interested in their plants anyhow. The wooden table was as scarred as the oracle's underbelly, clawmarks as plentiful as the flowers that graced the area around them. A flicker of their tail acknowledged the male's entrance, ram-esque horns motioning to a set of signs.
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| Future Predictions: 5c ??? ?? ???????? |
| - Tarot Cards, Scale Readings, Smoke Telling????|
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It was almost shameful how scrawled the letters were, at least the Guardian had managed to spell the words correctly. Not without trouble, as with closer inspection one could see the brown paint that attempted to match the wood beneath it. Almost like an eraser. For paint.
(I put both of them because if they weren't mutated, they would of been twins? Hope that's ok) / @skullLotus
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((Oh! Thanks for the information! I think I'm going to call your dragons by they/them since it's like two dragons mashed together? Also you don't need to ping, I'm subbed))
Staring at the cards, he snapped out of it seeing the creature motion to a sign. Nodding, acknowledging that he had seen the sign, and no longer staring oddly. Looking at it, he nodded once again. He'd take it. He'd take the chance. The cards were similar, surely it had to do with whatever what happened to him. And if it didn't, at least he knew that magic, no matter the place was fake. Digging through his jacket pockets, he fished around for payment, gathered it, and pushed it onto the table. He knew that he had said that magic wasn't real, but he'd make an exception.
"I'd like a tarot card reading." Anton stated confidently. He was slightly desperate, he just wanted to turn back into a human, and back into the competition.
Staring at the cards, he snapped out of it seeing the creature motion to a sign. Nodding, acknowledging that he had seen the sign, and no longer staring oddly. Looking at it, he nodded once again. He'd take it. He'd take the chance. The cards were similar, surely it had to do with whatever what happened to him. And if it didn't, at least he knew that magic, no matter the place was fake. Digging through his jacket pockets, he fished around for payment, gathered it, and pushed it onto the table. He knew that he had said that magic wasn't real, but he'd make an exception.
"I'd like a tarot card reading." Anton stated confidently. He was slightly desperate, he just wanted to turn back into a human, and back into the competition.
((Oh! Thanks for the information! I think I'm going to call your dragons by they/them since it's like two dragons mashed together? Also you don't need to ping, I'm subbed))
Staring at the cards, he snapped out of it seeing the creature motion to a sign. Nodding, acknowledging that he had seen the sign, and no longer staring oddly. Looking at it, he nodded once again. He'd take it. He'd take the chance. The cards were similar, surely it had to do with whatever what happened to him. And if it didn't, at least he knew that magic, no matter the place was fake. Digging through his jacket pockets, he fished around for payment, gathered it, and pushed it onto the table. He knew that he had said that magic wasn't real, but he'd make an exception.
"I'd like a tarot card reading." Anton stated confidently. He was slightly desperate, he just wanted to turn back into a human, and back into the competition.
Staring at the cards, he snapped out of it seeing the creature motion to a sign. Nodding, acknowledging that he had seen the sign, and no longer staring oddly. Looking at it, he nodded once again. He'd take it. He'd take the chance. The cards were similar, surely it had to do with whatever what happened to him. And if it didn't, at least he knew that magic, no matter the place was fake. Digging through his jacket pockets, he fished around for payment, gathered it, and pushed it onto the table. He knew that he had said that magic wasn't real, but he'd make an exception.
"I'd like a tarot card reading." Anton stated confidently. He was slightly desperate, he just wanted to turn back into a human, and back into the competition.
A low chuff left the throat of the dragon, hands folding over the cards to reveal their disappearance; the lower palm now empty. The deck was drawn from behind the wing - a petty trick made simple when one had ten hands. Eight times they were shuffled, a hand grasping a small quartz crystal as to "neutralize the energy." At last, two decks were made; and from the second was divided two smaller decks. Clawed hands drew one card drawn from the first, three from the second, all placed delicately in front of the male. It was a small pyramid: one atop, where three lie below it. They seemed to be old, the intricate design on the back now faded with both sun and use. All four were flipped, revealing various images. Wings folded closer to the body, a shudder running up the oracle's spine. The cards were used in unison with their seeing ability - a way to hone down what past, present, and future were most likely. For the first time that day, ubtuk let words flow out of their maw.
"...oh"
What was he? The maren and the dragon card was atop - signifying who the viewer is supposed to be. Most often found with ambassadors, or maren owners, or even water-dwelling dragons; the Guardian knew to associate it as kinship with the beastclans. Even so, a stray possibility kept arising in their mind. Although this didn't occur often, the oracle knew that the idea was unlikely; choosing to let the cards fuel their trust in themselves.
An Imperial in flight, sticks tied to its back. Often meant a dragon who traveled or moved goods for a living. A free spirit; as many knew of the Imperial's tendency to remain in the air forever. It seemed that there were scars around the Wildclaw's feet. Fine. That checked out.
Oh. Centaurs and serthis in collaboration; goods and materials being traded upon the flat surface of the card. This was an image they haven't seen too often; jaws clamping together as that same prediction arose in their mind. It wasn't good to see so many beastclans interacting, especially those who derived from the primitive ape tribes of so many years ago. More evidence. Wonderful. ubtuk disliked being incorrect, and if they allowed themselves to ignore their instincts due to obscurity, they'd never forgive themselves (for an hour at most).
The fourth card was gently flipped, a cloud-hand holding a glowing artifact - often portrayed as belonging to the Light dragons. Below was a grassy venue; dragons of all shapes and sizes standing atop their hind legs - yearning for what lies above. Although some interpreted the card as greed, the Guardian found it best associated with danger; a temptation that offers room for self-reflectance. Nonetheless, with the bartering and associating before it, the card clearly spelled out bad news.
"...danger"
A low chuff left the throat of the dragon, hands folding over the cards to reveal their disappearance; the lower palm now empty. The deck was drawn from behind the wing - a petty trick made simple when one had ten hands. Eight times they were shuffled, a hand grasping a small quartz crystal as to "neutralize the energy." At last, two decks were made; and from the second was divided two smaller decks. Clawed hands drew one card drawn from the first, three from the second, all placed delicately in front of the male. It was a small pyramid: one atop, where three lie below it. They seemed to be old, the intricate design on the back now faded with both sun and use. All four were flipped, revealing various images. Wings folded closer to the body, a shudder running up the oracle's spine. The cards were used in unison with their seeing ability - a way to hone down what past, present, and future were most likely. For the first time that day, ubtuk let words flow out of their maw.
"...oh"
What was he? The maren and the dragon card was atop - signifying who the viewer is supposed to be. Most often found with ambassadors, or maren owners, or even water-dwelling dragons; the Guardian knew to associate it as kinship with the beastclans. Even so, a stray possibility kept arising in their mind. Although this didn't occur often, the oracle knew that the idea was unlikely; choosing to let the cards fuel their trust in themselves.
An Imperial in flight, sticks tied to its back. Often meant a dragon who traveled or moved goods for a living. A free spirit; as many knew of the Imperial's tendency to remain in the air forever. It seemed that there were scars around the Wildclaw's feet. Fine. That checked out.
Oh. Centaurs and serthis in collaboration; goods and materials being traded upon the flat surface of the card. This was an image they haven't seen too often; jaws clamping together as that same prediction arose in their mind. It wasn't good to see so many beastclans interacting, especially those who derived from the primitive ape tribes of so many years ago. More evidence. Wonderful. ubtuk disliked being incorrect, and if they allowed themselves to ignore their instincts due to obscurity, they'd never forgive themselves (for an hour at most).
The fourth card was gently flipped, a cloud-hand holding a glowing artifact - often portrayed as belonging to the Light dragons. Below was a grassy venue; dragons of all shapes and sizes standing atop their hind legs - yearning for what lies above. Although some interpreted the card as greed, the Guardian found it best associated with danger; a temptation that offers room for self-reflectance. Nonetheless, with the bartering and associating before it, the card clearly spelled out bad news.
"...danger"
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Anton made a face at the chuff. Were they mocking him? He had only asked for some cards to be drawn. But, he kept quiet anyway, letting them carry on. Watching the dragon supposedly draw the cards out and from the wing, he snorted. That was a pretty good trick. Allowing himself to sit down as they were shuffling and putting out the cards, his eyes follwed them. Soon enough, the cards were placed before him. The cards seemed old. Huh. So they've been at it for years? Well, they better have something good in store.
Watching the cards being flipped over, he admired the art drawn on them. Simple but effective. Anton didn't know what the cards meant, and whatever the meaning was, but he did hear the small word that the other had made. Was it bad? They would explain right?
The first card was a mermaid and a dragon. Alright. That was fine. It had something to do with friendship right? It was two beasts together. He had friends. Though, he were slightly forced from the situation... And more of allies than friends... Nevertheless, he had friends, that's all that mattered. So, that worked out.
The second seemed to have a dragon with sticks on its back. That type of dragon was in his clan; though he did seem very off. Not like he would bother to go and find out what was wrong. He'd have to deal with whatever problem, or problems he had. Either way, it was in flight. So did that mean that he was carefree? Just floating in the breeze? Well that was very incorrect, he saw himself as more of the rough, noticeable type.
The third was a cenutar with a person that had a snake's body waist down. The two were also exchanging goods. Anton completely ignored the actions that the human-like dragon was doing. Did this card mean he was kind? That was very unlikely. The more and more cards that were being flipped over, the more and more that it strayed. So it was all a sham isn't it? He gave a cold glare at them.
And quickly, the last and fourth card was flipped. It was a weird hand made out of clouds holding something glowing. With dragons at the bottom on their hind legs. The Wildclaws was completely lost. What could this possibly mean? It looked so... Obscure. But then they spoke of danger.
"I'm sorry, but what do these cards even mean?! What do you mean that I'm in danger! From what!" He roughly stood up flaring his wings.
Watching the cards being flipped over, he admired the art drawn on them. Simple but effective. Anton didn't know what the cards meant, and whatever the meaning was, but he did hear the small word that the other had made. Was it bad? They would explain right?
The first card was a mermaid and a dragon. Alright. That was fine. It had something to do with friendship right? It was two beasts together. He had friends. Though, he were slightly forced from the situation... And more of allies than friends... Nevertheless, he had friends, that's all that mattered. So, that worked out.
The second seemed to have a dragon with sticks on its back. That type of dragon was in his clan; though he did seem very off. Not like he would bother to go and find out what was wrong. He'd have to deal with whatever problem, or problems he had. Either way, it was in flight. So did that mean that he was carefree? Just floating in the breeze? Well that was very incorrect, he saw himself as more of the rough, noticeable type.
The third was a cenutar with a person that had a snake's body waist down. The two were also exchanging goods. Anton completely ignored the actions that the human-like dragon was doing. Did this card mean he was kind? That was very unlikely. The more and more cards that were being flipped over, the more and more that it strayed. So it was all a sham isn't it? He gave a cold glare at them.
And quickly, the last and fourth card was flipped. It was a weird hand made out of clouds holding something glowing. With dragons at the bottom on their hind legs. The Wildclaws was completely lost. What could this possibly mean? It looked so... Obscure. But then they spoke of danger.
"I'm sorry, but what do these cards even mean?! What do you mean that I'm in danger! From what!" He roughly stood up flaring his wings.
Anton made a face at the chuff. Were they mocking him? He had only asked for some cards to be drawn. But, he kept quiet anyway, letting them carry on. Watching the dragon supposedly draw the cards out and from the wing, he snorted. That was a pretty good trick. Allowing himself to sit down as they were shuffling and putting out the cards, his eyes follwed them. Soon enough, the cards were placed before him. The cards seemed old. Huh. So they've been at it for years? Well, they better have something good in store.
Watching the cards being flipped over, he admired the art drawn on them. Simple but effective. Anton didn't know what the cards meant, and whatever the meaning was, but he did hear the small word that the other had made. Was it bad? They would explain right?
The first card was a mermaid and a dragon. Alright. That was fine. It had something to do with friendship right? It was two beasts together. He had friends. Though, he were slightly forced from the situation... And more of allies than friends... Nevertheless, he had friends, that's all that mattered. So, that worked out.
The second seemed to have a dragon with sticks on its back. That type of dragon was in his clan; though he did seem very off. Not like he would bother to go and find out what was wrong. He'd have to deal with whatever problem, or problems he had. Either way, it was in flight. So did that mean that he was carefree? Just floating in the breeze? Well that was very incorrect, he saw himself as more of the rough, noticeable type.
The third was a cenutar with a person that had a snake's body waist down. The two were also exchanging goods. Anton completely ignored the actions that the human-like dragon was doing. Did this card mean he was kind? That was very unlikely. The more and more cards that were being flipped over, the more and more that it strayed. So it was all a sham isn't it? He gave a cold glare at them.
And quickly, the last and fourth card was flipped. It was a weird hand made out of clouds holding something glowing. With dragons at the bottom on their hind legs. The Wildclaws was completely lost. What could this possibly mean? It looked so... Obscure. But then they spoke of danger.
"I'm sorry, but what do these cards even mean?! What do you mean that I'm in danger! From what!" He roughly stood up flaring his wings.
Watching the cards being flipped over, he admired the art drawn on them. Simple but effective. Anton didn't know what the cards meant, and whatever the meaning was, but he did hear the small word that the other had made. Was it bad? They would explain right?
The first card was a mermaid and a dragon. Alright. That was fine. It had something to do with friendship right? It was two beasts together. He had friends. Though, he were slightly forced from the situation... And more of allies than friends... Nevertheless, he had friends, that's all that mattered. So, that worked out.
The second seemed to have a dragon with sticks on its back. That type of dragon was in his clan; though he did seem very off. Not like he would bother to go and find out what was wrong. He'd have to deal with whatever problem, or problems he had. Either way, it was in flight. So did that mean that he was carefree? Just floating in the breeze? Well that was very incorrect, he saw himself as more of the rough, noticeable type.
The third was a cenutar with a person that had a snake's body waist down. The two were also exchanging goods. Anton completely ignored the actions that the human-like dragon was doing. Did this card mean he was kind? That was very unlikely. The more and more cards that were being flipped over, the more and more that it strayed. So it was all a sham isn't it? He gave a cold glare at them.
And quickly, the last and fourth card was flipped. It was a weird hand made out of clouds holding something glowing. With dragons at the bottom on their hind legs. The Wildclaws was completely lost. What could this possibly mean? It looked so... Obscure. But then they spoke of danger.
"I'm sorry, but what do these cards even mean?! What do you mean that I'm in danger! From what!" He roughly stood up flaring his wings.
(I want to draw anton so bad oof))
One pair of hands immediately raised in submission, another hastily collecting the cards. A scrabble to collect the various images; merging the decks and hurriedly taking them away. The soft 'clink' of jewelry marked each rapid movement, horns bowing in some form of apology.
"... don't know. sorry."
Although most often used to describe the withered trees of the arcane domain: crooked was a wonderful word to dub the tone of the Guardian's voice. Clearly, their vocal cords were rarely used; undeveloped being another attribute that explained this otherworldly tone. Dragons had expressed their outrage beforehand, yet there was some aspect of this Wildclaw that threw them off. ubtuk sighed; five eyes looking awfully baleful as the table was once again filled with goods. There were ways to offer relief from a bad telling. It seemed that the drake did a lot of traveling - plants seeming to herald from all four corners of the globe. Claws began to sift through the green foliage - searching for imperfections. A leaf was held between two fingertips; its discoloration marking it different from its greener counterparts. With a gentle tug, the leaf was detached - cast carelessly to the ground.
" leaf gone. hurt, but heal and better." Oh gods, it looked like it pained the dragon to voice their opinions - or any words at all. Embarrassment was an excellent term, as their wings seemed to huddle closer each time twin mouths struggled to create sound.
Another pot was raised - likely crafted by the same human hands that graced the Serthis and Centuaur beastclans. Many small leaves lie on a layer of dirt - although they were still healthy. With closer inspection, small buds had begun to form at the base of the leaf. Propagation - an excellent way to save money on buds.
"new leaf. like them."
They were trying their best; the Guardian's intimidating appearance only skin deep. Truly, they wanted all their customers to be happy - but lying about their future was no way to do it. Other dragons began to gather, pairs of hands beginning to reach for the various glass bottles beneath the table. It was lunch hour - and dragons had time to browse the various tents.
(( I tried to leave it up for interpretation about when they'd meet up again? You can definitely choose, but I was thinking at the end of the day or something?? we can do a time skip
I also hope I didn't overstep too much by implying anton was carefree, I tried to make it seem like he's been to a lot of places)))
One pair of hands immediately raised in submission, another hastily collecting the cards. A scrabble to collect the various images; merging the decks and hurriedly taking them away. The soft 'clink' of jewelry marked each rapid movement, horns bowing in some form of apology.
"... don't know. sorry."
Although most often used to describe the withered trees of the arcane domain: crooked was a wonderful word to dub the tone of the Guardian's voice. Clearly, their vocal cords were rarely used; undeveloped being another attribute that explained this otherworldly tone. Dragons had expressed their outrage beforehand, yet there was some aspect of this Wildclaw that threw them off. ubtuk sighed; five eyes looking awfully baleful as the table was once again filled with goods. There were ways to offer relief from a bad telling. It seemed that the drake did a lot of traveling - plants seeming to herald from all four corners of the globe. Claws began to sift through the green foliage - searching for imperfections. A leaf was held between two fingertips; its discoloration marking it different from its greener counterparts. With a gentle tug, the leaf was detached - cast carelessly to the ground.
" leaf gone. hurt, but heal and better." Oh gods, it looked like it pained the dragon to voice their opinions - or any words at all. Embarrassment was an excellent term, as their wings seemed to huddle closer each time twin mouths struggled to create sound.
Another pot was raised - likely crafted by the same human hands that graced the Serthis and Centuaur beastclans. Many small leaves lie on a layer of dirt - although they were still healthy. With closer inspection, small buds had begun to form at the base of the leaf. Propagation - an excellent way to save money on buds.
"new leaf. like them."
They were trying their best; the Guardian's intimidating appearance only skin deep. Truly, they wanted all their customers to be happy - but lying about their future was no way to do it. Other dragons began to gather, pairs of hands beginning to reach for the various glass bottles beneath the table. It was lunch hour - and dragons had time to browse the various tents.
(( I tried to leave it up for interpretation about when they'd meet up again? You can definitely choose, but I was thinking at the end of the day or something?? we can do a time skip
I also hope I didn't overstep too much by implying anton was carefree, I tried to make it seem like he's been to a lot of places)))
(I want to draw anton so bad oof))
One pair of hands immediately raised in submission, another hastily collecting the cards. A scrabble to collect the various images; merging the decks and hurriedly taking them away. The soft 'clink' of jewelry marked each rapid movement, horns bowing in some form of apology.
"... don't know. sorry."
Although most often used to describe the withered trees of the arcane domain: crooked was a wonderful word to dub the tone of the Guardian's voice. Clearly, their vocal cords were rarely used; undeveloped being another attribute that explained this otherworldly tone. Dragons had expressed their outrage beforehand, yet there was some aspect of this Wildclaw that threw them off. ubtuk sighed; five eyes looking awfully baleful as the table was once again filled with goods. There were ways to offer relief from a bad telling. It seemed that the drake did a lot of traveling - plants seeming to herald from all four corners of the globe. Claws began to sift through the green foliage - searching for imperfections. A leaf was held between two fingertips; its discoloration marking it different from its greener counterparts. With a gentle tug, the leaf was detached - cast carelessly to the ground.
" leaf gone. hurt, but heal and better." Oh gods, it looked like it pained the dragon to voice their opinions - or any words at all. Embarrassment was an excellent term, as their wings seemed to huddle closer each time twin mouths struggled to create sound.
Another pot was raised - likely crafted by the same human hands that graced the Serthis and Centuaur beastclans. Many small leaves lie on a layer of dirt - although they were still healthy. With closer inspection, small buds had begun to form at the base of the leaf. Propagation - an excellent way to save money on buds.
"new leaf. like them."
They were trying their best; the Guardian's intimidating appearance only skin deep. Truly, they wanted all their customers to be happy - but lying about their future was no way to do it. Other dragons began to gather, pairs of hands beginning to reach for the various glass bottles beneath the table. It was lunch hour - and dragons had time to browse the various tents.
(( I tried to leave it up for interpretation about when they'd meet up again? You can definitely choose, but I was thinking at the end of the day or something?? we can do a time skip
I also hope I didn't overstep too much by implying anton was carefree, I tried to make it seem like he's been to a lot of places)))
One pair of hands immediately raised in submission, another hastily collecting the cards. A scrabble to collect the various images; merging the decks and hurriedly taking them away. The soft 'clink' of jewelry marked each rapid movement, horns bowing in some form of apology.
"... don't know. sorry."
Although most often used to describe the withered trees of the arcane domain: crooked was a wonderful word to dub the tone of the Guardian's voice. Clearly, their vocal cords were rarely used; undeveloped being another attribute that explained this otherworldly tone. Dragons had expressed their outrage beforehand, yet there was some aspect of this Wildclaw that threw them off. ubtuk sighed; five eyes looking awfully baleful as the table was once again filled with goods. There were ways to offer relief from a bad telling. It seemed that the drake did a lot of traveling - plants seeming to herald from all four corners of the globe. Claws began to sift through the green foliage - searching for imperfections. A leaf was held between two fingertips; its discoloration marking it different from its greener counterparts. With a gentle tug, the leaf was detached - cast carelessly to the ground.
" leaf gone. hurt, but heal and better." Oh gods, it looked like it pained the dragon to voice their opinions - or any words at all. Embarrassment was an excellent term, as their wings seemed to huddle closer each time twin mouths struggled to create sound.
Another pot was raised - likely crafted by the same human hands that graced the Serthis and Centuaur beastclans. Many small leaves lie on a layer of dirt - although they were still healthy. With closer inspection, small buds had begun to form at the base of the leaf. Propagation - an excellent way to save money on buds.
"new leaf. like them."
They were trying their best; the Guardian's intimidating appearance only skin deep. Truly, they wanted all their customers to be happy - but lying about their future was no way to do it. Other dragons began to gather, pairs of hands beginning to reach for the various glass bottles beneath the table. It was lunch hour - and dragons had time to browse the various tents.
(( I tried to leave it up for interpretation about when they'd meet up again? You can definitely choose, but I was thinking at the end of the day or something?? we can do a time skip
I also hope I didn't overstep too much by implying anton was carefree, I tried to make it seem like he's been to a lot of places)))
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((We can make it an art trade maybe?))
He snorted, retracting his wings. Fine. It was totally fine. What could he possibly be in danger from! After all, he knew had to fight, had safety from his clan, and had something that no one else could possibly have. It was fine, but it didn't mean that he still wasn't irritated.
"Don't know? Isn't there something you could do? Not even some weird obscure fortune telling? Can't tell me if I'm dying from an animal? A natural disaster? Another dragon? Nothing at all?" It was fast, and had an edge of sarcasm. They were magical, surely they could give a better answer then 'dont know.' Watching them card through leaves, and pulling it off, slowly falling to the ground. Anton looked expectantly. Was this supposed to mean something.
"The leaf's gone but it'll heal and feel better? Is the leaf supposed to be me?" He did leave; that was true. Though he wasn't at the feeling better stage yet. When would that come? If he was going to be a dragon, he'd better enjoy it.
He stepped back as a pot was raised. Was this supposed to mean something too? Stepping back closer, he saw that flower buds were growing from the fallen leaves. "Like them?" Like everyone? Like his clan? What? He'd come to terms on being a dragon? Like feeling better, he would like for this to come soon.
Anton looked at them, they seemed sincere. He should just leave, browse around some more. No danger was going to come after him. Besides, it was lunch, time to go around to find something to eat.
(( At the end of the day seems good! Maybe Anton comes back to ask if ubtuk could help him about the danger? Time skip sounds good
No you didn't overstep! I just wanted him to get worked up over nothing! In fact, I actually like the idea that his feet are scarred from being places))
He snorted, retracting his wings. Fine. It was totally fine. What could he possibly be in danger from! After all, he knew had to fight, had safety from his clan, and had something that no one else could possibly have. It was fine, but it didn't mean that he still wasn't irritated.
"Don't know? Isn't there something you could do? Not even some weird obscure fortune telling? Can't tell me if I'm dying from an animal? A natural disaster? Another dragon? Nothing at all?" It was fast, and had an edge of sarcasm. They were magical, surely they could give a better answer then 'dont know.' Watching them card through leaves, and pulling it off, slowly falling to the ground. Anton looked expectantly. Was this supposed to mean something.
"The leaf's gone but it'll heal and feel better? Is the leaf supposed to be me?" He did leave; that was true. Though he wasn't at the feeling better stage yet. When would that come? If he was going to be a dragon, he'd better enjoy it.
He stepped back as a pot was raised. Was this supposed to mean something too? Stepping back closer, he saw that flower buds were growing from the fallen leaves. "Like them?" Like everyone? Like his clan? What? He'd come to terms on being a dragon? Like feeling better, he would like for this to come soon.
Anton looked at them, they seemed sincere. He should just leave, browse around some more. No danger was going to come after him. Besides, it was lunch, time to go around to find something to eat.
(( At the end of the day seems good! Maybe Anton comes back to ask if ubtuk could help him about the danger? Time skip sounds good
No you didn't overstep! I just wanted him to get worked up over nothing! In fact, I actually like the idea that his feet are scarred from being places))
((We can make it an art trade maybe?))
He snorted, retracting his wings. Fine. It was totally fine. What could he possibly be in danger from! After all, he knew had to fight, had safety from his clan, and had something that no one else could possibly have. It was fine, but it didn't mean that he still wasn't irritated.
"Don't know? Isn't there something you could do? Not even some weird obscure fortune telling? Can't tell me if I'm dying from an animal? A natural disaster? Another dragon? Nothing at all?" It was fast, and had an edge of sarcasm. They were magical, surely they could give a better answer then 'dont know.' Watching them card through leaves, and pulling it off, slowly falling to the ground. Anton looked expectantly. Was this supposed to mean something.
"The leaf's gone but it'll heal and feel better? Is the leaf supposed to be me?" He did leave; that was true. Though he wasn't at the feeling better stage yet. When would that come? If he was going to be a dragon, he'd better enjoy it.
He stepped back as a pot was raised. Was this supposed to mean something too? Stepping back closer, he saw that flower buds were growing from the fallen leaves. "Like them?" Like everyone? Like his clan? What? He'd come to terms on being a dragon? Like feeling better, he would like for this to come soon.
Anton looked at them, they seemed sincere. He should just leave, browse around some more. No danger was going to come after him. Besides, it was lunch, time to go around to find something to eat.
(( At the end of the day seems good! Maybe Anton comes back to ask if ubtuk could help him about the danger? Time skip sounds good
No you didn't overstep! I just wanted him to get worked up over nothing! In fact, I actually like the idea that his feet are scarred from being places))
He snorted, retracting his wings. Fine. It was totally fine. What could he possibly be in danger from! After all, he knew had to fight, had safety from his clan, and had something that no one else could possibly have. It was fine, but it didn't mean that he still wasn't irritated.
"Don't know? Isn't there something you could do? Not even some weird obscure fortune telling? Can't tell me if I'm dying from an animal? A natural disaster? Another dragon? Nothing at all?" It was fast, and had an edge of sarcasm. They were magical, surely they could give a better answer then 'dont know.' Watching them card through leaves, and pulling it off, slowly falling to the ground. Anton looked expectantly. Was this supposed to mean something.
"The leaf's gone but it'll heal and feel better? Is the leaf supposed to be me?" He did leave; that was true. Though he wasn't at the feeling better stage yet. When would that come? If he was going to be a dragon, he'd better enjoy it.
He stepped back as a pot was raised. Was this supposed to mean something too? Stepping back closer, he saw that flower buds were growing from the fallen leaves. "Like them?" Like everyone? Like his clan? What? He'd come to terms on being a dragon? Like feeling better, he would like for this to come soon.
Anton looked at them, they seemed sincere. He should just leave, browse around some more. No danger was going to come after him. Besides, it was lunch, time to go around to find something to eat.
(( At the end of the day seems good! Maybe Anton comes back to ask if ubtuk could help him about the danger? Time skip sounds good
No you didn't overstep! I just wanted him to get worked up over nothing! In fact, I actually like the idea that his feet are scarred from being places))
((it doesn't have to be an art trade, but I'd also love to do one with you sometime))
The drake's presence made them uneasy, ubtuk attempting their hardest to pinpoint what exactly was the matter. Obviously not shade touched either - as multiple possibilities would have had that theme. Troubling thoughts were cast away as dragons of all shapes and sizes called to look at their wares, the Guardian happy to bring down some of the bottles for closer inspection. The glass was imported from the Tidelord's shores - a long way from the windy plateau they resided on currently. Blown by some kind forgers the drake was associated with, ubtuk was always glad to travel to Ashfall Waste to pick up their goods. Bartering and selling, selling and bartering - although their language was limited, the freckled dragon knew how to say 'no' just fine. This was how the day was spent, the sun beginning to sink in the sky as the last customer had gone. The Wildclaw arose in their mind once again; neck straining to view his crimson wings in the retreating cloud. Although they possessed five eyes, none were particulary great at seeing.
The drake's presence made them uneasy, ubtuk attempting their hardest to pinpoint what exactly was the matter. Obviously not shade touched either - as multiple possibilities would have had that theme. Troubling thoughts were cast away as dragons of all shapes and sizes called to look at their wares, the Guardian happy to bring down some of the bottles for closer inspection. The glass was imported from the Tidelord's shores - a long way from the windy plateau they resided on currently. Blown by some kind forgers the drake was associated with, ubtuk was always glad to travel to Ashfall Waste to pick up their goods. Bartering and selling, selling and bartering - although their language was limited, the freckled dragon knew how to say 'no' just fine. This was how the day was spent, the sun beginning to sink in the sky as the last customer had gone. The Wildclaw arose in their mind once again; neck straining to view his crimson wings in the retreating cloud. Although they possessed five eyes, none were particulary great at seeing.
((it doesn't have to be an art trade, but I'd also love to do one with you sometime))
The drake's presence made them uneasy, ubtuk attempting their hardest to pinpoint what exactly was the matter. Obviously not shade touched either - as multiple possibilities would have had that theme. Troubling thoughts were cast away as dragons of all shapes and sizes called to look at their wares, the Guardian happy to bring down some of the bottles for closer inspection. The glass was imported from the Tidelord's shores - a long way from the windy plateau they resided on currently. Blown by some kind forgers the drake was associated with, ubtuk was always glad to travel to Ashfall Waste to pick up their goods. Bartering and selling, selling and bartering - although their language was limited, the freckled dragon knew how to say 'no' just fine. This was how the day was spent, the sun beginning to sink in the sky as the last customer had gone. The Wildclaw arose in their mind once again; neck straining to view his crimson wings in the retreating cloud. Although they possessed five eyes, none were particulary great at seeing.
The drake's presence made them uneasy, ubtuk attempting their hardest to pinpoint what exactly was the matter. Obviously not shade touched either - as multiple possibilities would have had that theme. Troubling thoughts were cast away as dragons of all shapes and sizes called to look at their wares, the Guardian happy to bring down some of the bottles for closer inspection. The glass was imported from the Tidelord's shores - a long way from the windy plateau they resided on currently. Blown by some kind forgers the drake was associated with, ubtuk was always glad to travel to Ashfall Waste to pick up their goods. Bartering and selling, selling and bartering - although their language was limited, the freckled dragon knew how to say 'no' just fine. This was how the day was spent, the sun beginning to sink in the sky as the last customer had gone. The Wildclaw arose in their mind once again; neck straining to view his crimson wings in the retreating cloud. Although they possessed five eyes, none were particulary great at seeing.
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