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if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - sochi - 03-18-2020
SOCHI
she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed
Sochi is seeking a home / a deal with her shiny new magical entity.
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - Leilan - 03-18-2020
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
Dammit, he’s gonna need help with this.
The stallion enters the field with icy spikes still clinging to his tail, and only after a few - three, four - good shakes of his body he finally gets rid of them. He’d tried so hard to shift partially, so that he was still somewhat in control of his body, and still now and then he failed. That didn’t mean that something as highly emotional as another dragon rampaging his home could happen again - he’d already been in that dragon shape when he met Sab - so he was still a bit on edge about the whole ability.
But he was taking advantage of the fact that he was mostly-horse today, to come to the field. He was gonna need help with that, too, he figures - but if he wants help he’s gonna have to get at least the help itself, himself.
He scrapes his scaly head across his legs to get rid of an itch, then starts to wander around. It doesn’t take long for him to discover the feline-predator scent of the tigress, though it does take him a moment to place her. She’d always played on the background, though not because she needed to. She just preferred the shadows, he thinks. ”Sochi, was it?” he asks just to be sure when he nears the mare-in-tiger-form. The scent of Loess still clings to her like a desperate child trying to keep its mother from visiting a friend, as if crying and begging would hold back a woman like her.
She had not been sent away halfway, like the little Taigan girl. She has been among those with dreams that Straia approved of - in fact, she’d picked her as favourite. But she had left Loess.
The Field, then. ”I found myself here not too long ago, willing to try anything that was different.” the roan looks at the striped cat before him before bowing his head to the grass. Best take advantage of a meal in this form while he can. After a while though, he looks back up. His eyes have one, bold question. Did he guess correctly?
The stallion enters the field with icy spikes still clinging to his tail, and only after a few - three, four - good shakes of his body he finally gets rid of them. He’d tried so hard to shift partially, so that he was still somewhat in control of his body, and still now and then he failed. That didn’t mean that something as highly emotional as another dragon rampaging his home could happen again - he’d already been in that dragon shape when he met Sab - so he was still a bit on edge about the whole ability.
But he was taking advantage of the fact that he was mostly-horse today, to come to the field. He was gonna need help with that, too, he figures - but if he wants help he’s gonna have to get at least the help itself, himself.
He scrapes his scaly head across his legs to get rid of an itch, then starts to wander around. It doesn’t take long for him to discover the feline-predator scent of the tigress, though it does take him a moment to place her. She’d always played on the background, though not because she needed to. She just preferred the shadows, he thinks. ”Sochi, was it?” he asks just to be sure when he nears the mare-in-tiger-form. The scent of Loess still clings to her like a desperate child trying to keep its mother from visiting a friend, as if crying and begging would hold back a woman like her.
She had not been sent away halfway, like the little Taigan girl. She has been among those with dreams that Straia approved of - in fact, she’d picked her as favourite. But she had left Loess.
The Field, then. ”I found myself here not too long ago, willing to try anything that was different.” the roan looks at the striped cat before him before bowing his head to the grass. Best take advantage of a meal in this form while he can. After a while though, he looks back up. His eyes have one, bold question. Did he guess correctly?
@[Sochi]
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - Neverwhere - 03-18-2020
The field is a strange place, a place to advertise yourself and your search for a home, but the dappled mare never sought a home, instead she always trusted her feet to carry her forward. They had brought her to Nerine and there they stopped, for a time. The kingdom sits heavy on her shoulders, but mostly it is the expectation that she must do something, there are so many threats that gather at every corner and it is her home that they all want to peck at and destroy. Even some of her friends are eager to pull chunks from Nerine, she imagines. Suspicion, not paranoia - her skepticism has saved her enough that she trusts the misgivings that linger in her breast. These are the thoughts that divert her as she drifts through the oft-empty Field and finds it occupied instead.
"Looking for something different, but you ended up right back where you were, Old Man." She approaches the pair with her usual brashness, eyeing the familiar face of Leilan, back in his horse shape but reeking still of dragon. He took the Isle while Jesper was trapped in Loess and unable to protest, an underhanded move, really, and perhaps she should return the blasted Isle to Brennen's grandson on his return. Perhaps. Will Jesper want to take it back, burnt and melted and stinking of sulfur as it is? It is not the winter wonderland that he left, thanks to Castile. She turns away from Leilan, leaving one bear cub ear to follow him, and her cloudy gaze falls on the tigress whose breath still smells of blood and meat from her hunt. It's as good a sign as any that she is not an immediate danger from the creature, but cats are always hard to predict, even ones that are really horses. One thing is easy enough, nobody comes to the Field unless they are seeking something. Neverwhere has no taste for discussing niceties, the weather or the way her stripes blend so nicely into the sun-dappled grass, she will not dance around the question.
"My name is Neverwhere," Her head tilts to the side, she had only just heard the shifter's name on Leilan's lips as she drew near but even he seemed uncertain. She does not use it, instead she wonders why Sochi is even here. She does not appear to be someone accustomed to asking for help or home and the dissonance piques her curiousity. "What are you looking for?"
"Looking for something different, but you ended up right back where you were, Old Man." She approaches the pair with her usual brashness, eyeing the familiar face of Leilan, back in his horse shape but reeking still of dragon. He took the Isle while Jesper was trapped in Loess and unable to protest, an underhanded move, really, and perhaps she should return the blasted Isle to Brennen's grandson on his return. Perhaps. Will Jesper want to take it back, burnt and melted and stinking of sulfur as it is? It is not the winter wonderland that he left, thanks to Castile. She turns away from Leilan, leaving one bear cub ear to follow him, and her cloudy gaze falls on the tigress whose breath still smells of blood and meat from her hunt. It's as good a sign as any that she is not an immediate danger from the creature, but cats are always hard to predict, even ones that are really horses. One thing is easy enough, nobody comes to the Field unless they are seeking something. Neverwhere has no taste for discussing niceties, the weather or the way her stripes blend so nicely into the sun-dappled grass, she will not dance around the question.
"My name is Neverwhere," Her head tilts to the side, she had only just heard the shifter's name on Leilan's lips as she drew near but even he seemed uncertain. She does not use it, instead she wonders why Sochi is even here. She does not appear to be someone accustomed to asking for help or home and the dissonance piques her curiousity. "What are you looking for?"
Neverwhere
...
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - ghaul - 03-18-2020
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
He watches as Neverwhere leaves her roost in Nerine and curiosity sinks its teeth into him. He has an insatiable itch for trouble that sends him slinking along after her, occasionally clicking or chittering to himself as little twigs are crushed beneath his talons. The field is entirely new to him and he is delighted by the bouquet of new scents that filter through his nostrils – though some are more familiar than he realizes. Ghaul lifts his chin and sniffs at the air as he tries to place it, eagerly kneading the spring mud with his claws before skittering forward.
Small ears perk forward at the mention of her name and a crooked grin overwhelms his face. Sochi. His black tongue traces the scars across his lips as he bridges the gap between them, ignoring the other two for a moment. Ghaul lowers his horned head and croons softly in greeting as he bumps his nose to her cheek. They had each been busy and he had failed to check up on his “friend” for some time. A flutter of delight fills him now to happen upon her once more.
“Sochi. I miss your claws in my face,” he rasps with a chuckle. His thin tail flicks excitedly as he turns to the other two, as if only now remembering their presence. The grin remains across his face as he considers Neverwhere for a moment before drawing closer to her. The hellbeast leans in, attempting to lip at the stub of one ear in something like a friendly gesture. “Following you is fun. I will continue to do this long after you free me.”
He laughs, and the sound is dry and coarse. But then he turns to Leilan and his joy seems to fade. The outline, the scent of scales – he snorts in disgust.
“Putrid,” he snarls before his attentions circle back to Sochi.
Small ears perk forward at the mention of her name and a crooked grin overwhelms his face. Sochi. His black tongue traces the scars across his lips as he bridges the gap between them, ignoring the other two for a moment. Ghaul lowers his horned head and croons softly in greeting as he bumps his nose to her cheek. They had each been busy and he had failed to check up on his “friend” for some time. A flutter of delight fills him now to happen upon her once more.
“Sochi. I miss your claws in my face,” he rasps with a chuckle. His thin tail flicks excitedly as he turns to the other two, as if only now remembering their presence. The grin remains across his face as he considers Neverwhere for a moment before drawing closer to her. The hellbeast leans in, attempting to lip at the stub of one ear in something like a friendly gesture. “Following you is fun. I will continue to do this long after you free me.”
He laughs, and the sound is dry and coarse. But then he turns to Leilan and his joy seems to fade. The outline, the scent of scales – he snorts in disgust.
“Putrid,” he snarls before his attentions circle back to Sochi.
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - sochi - 03-23-2020
SOCHI
she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed
@[Leilan], you're up next!
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - Leilan - 03-29-2020
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
Of course, someone as interesting as the tiger woman who previously was a dragon king’s consort, does not attract the attention of just himself. Of all people, it’s Neverwhere who approaches them first, with a mutated dragonling in her wake. Eyeless, too. That’s funny knowing her history, and he snorts a little, amused.
”So nice of you to give away the clue before the story ends, Mildew. Oh, and there’s something on your nose - oh, never mind. My bad.” he shakes his head before she gets time to react, turning to Sochi. ”Leilan, Icicle Isle - or what’s left of it thanks to your... ex?” He shrugs a little. It doesn’t really matter to him if she left him or not, just something she might want to know before choosing to get involved or get away from it.
It may be a good thing that Ghaul interrupts them, though he only does so by calling Neverwhere ‘interesting to follow’ and to Leilan he simply says ‘putrid’. To that, the older stallion grins a bit. Talk about an opening. ”Nice to meet you, Putrid.” Though, to be frank he doesn’t know what about himself is so off-putting to another dragonling. He’s just a horse with scales today, after all. No more dragonlike than the horn-eyed male himself. Horny-eyed? Oh, he’ll save that one for later if need be.
Sochi seems to have enough of it, the same mood that caused Leilan to take over the Isle. She is direct, putting her cards on the table, waiting for them to bid. This brings a smile to the ice-scaled male’s face. ”You know what I have. I bet you know what the others have, too. I’d rather want to know what you want.” As a person. Not what she wants for her new land, or for her magical semi-deity. He’s got the feeling that she may have neglected what she really wants, when she lived in Loess. Not because she didn’t like it there, but because not many had heard of her as a person - other than ‘consort of the dragon’.
That’s something he’d like to see change.
”So nice of you to give away the clue before the story ends, Mildew. Oh, and there’s something on your nose - oh, never mind. My bad.” he shakes his head before she gets time to react, turning to Sochi. ”Leilan, Icicle Isle - or what’s left of it thanks to your... ex?” He shrugs a little. It doesn’t really matter to him if she left him or not, just something she might want to know before choosing to get involved or get away from it.
It may be a good thing that Ghaul interrupts them, though he only does so by calling Neverwhere ‘interesting to follow’ and to Leilan he simply says ‘putrid’. To that, the older stallion grins a bit. Talk about an opening. ”Nice to meet you, Putrid.” Though, to be frank he doesn’t know what about himself is so off-putting to another dragonling. He’s just a horse with scales today, after all. No more dragonlike than the horn-eyed male himself. Horny-eyed? Oh, he’ll save that one for later if need be.
Sochi seems to have enough of it, the same mood that caused Leilan to take over the Isle. She is direct, putting her cards on the table, waiting for them to bid. This brings a smile to the ice-scaled male’s face. ”You know what I have. I bet you know what the others have, too. I’d rather want to know what you want.” As a person. Not what she wants for her new land, or for her magical semi-deity. He’s got the feeling that she may have neglected what she really wants, when she lived in Loess. Not because she didn’t like it there, but because not many had heard of her as a person - other than ‘consort of the dragon’.
That’s something he’d like to see change.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Neverwhere] your turn!
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - Neverwhere - 04-10-2020
Hey all you cool cats and kittens,
That bitch, Neverwhere
@[ghaul]
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - ghaul - 04-14-2020
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Ghaul is entirely pleased when Sochi offers a brief headbump in response to his affections. He even gives a soft croon, followed by a placid purr as he settles in beside her. The scaled prince does not care for recruiting or persuasions but he listens to her all the same. Anaxarete has taught him to be courteous to those who do not enrage him. A home, she says, and he tilts his horned head curiously. Her bargaining chip is simply words to him, something he does not understand. He clicks quietly to himself in thought.
His talons tap across the dirt as Neverwhere tries to command him. The monster only grins as he imagines her armies trying once more to restrain him. “They are too slow, too weak. I will do as I please,” he rasps with a short laugh before turning to observe Leilan.
He tilts his head as the pretender speaks, and he sighs boredly. This one thinks he is clever. Ghaul finds himself annoyed by the tone he takes with Sochi and the hellbeast turns briefly to assess her body language. Does she want him to rip Leilan’s jaw from his skull as a gift to her? A grin finds his lips and he chuckles at the thought. “Sochi will take what she wants. She just needs the right foundations,” he observes, the stars across his cheeks gleaming awfully. Maybe he projects too much of himself onto his friend, though.
He leans closer to Sochi once more and sniffs at her curiously. There is something different on her skin, something he does not recognize. Of course, he has no young of his own and his own birth was entirely unlike most others, so how could he? Ghaul makes no mention of this foreign scent, however. He simply kneads the dirt with his claws as he continues to observe.
“Come to Pangea, or to my Cove.”
His talons tap across the dirt as Neverwhere tries to command him. The monster only grins as he imagines her armies trying once more to restrain him. “They are too slow, too weak. I will do as I please,” he rasps with a short laugh before turning to observe Leilan.
He tilts his head as the pretender speaks, and he sighs boredly. This one thinks he is clever. Ghaul finds himself annoyed by the tone he takes with Sochi and the hellbeast turns briefly to assess her body language. Does she want him to rip Leilan’s jaw from his skull as a gift to her? A grin finds his lips and he chuckles at the thought. “Sochi will take what she wants. She just needs the right foundations,” he observes, the stars across his cheeks gleaming awfully. Maybe he projects too much of himself onto his friend, though.
He leans closer to Sochi once more and sniffs at her curiously. There is something different on her skin, something he does not recognize. Of course, he has no young of his own and his own birth was entirely unlike most others, so how could he? Ghaul makes no mention of this foreign scent, however. He simply kneads the dirt with his claws as he continues to observe.
“Come to Pangea, or to my Cove.”
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - sochi - 04-20-2020
SOCHI
she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed
RE: if you give me more time I swear I'll believe; any - Leilan - 04-25-2020
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
He should have guessed - Ghaul is looking more interesting than the actual horses to the tigress. Every word is going over her head, or perhaps under if her head's in the clouds - and when he doesn't get an answer directly, but she directly speaks to Ghaul about building a new place, the ice dragon loses interest. Fast. Disinterested in the glares that he gets, he scrapes his hooves into the earth and is not quite surprised to find a taloned foot dragging an odd line where his right hoof once stood. He's hungry, moody, and growing impatient.
A new life was literally all he could offer right now, but she turns to the familiar places and familiar faces to get it, instead. "Fire dragon to fire dragon - I can hardly agree that it's an actually new thing for you, but it's your choice." He doesn't say it to change her mind. Just to let her know his boredom and disappointment.
He yawns, then with a snap of his previously-hidden pointy teeth, turns his head to Ghaul to address the barely-adult stoically. "We're opposites. Stay that way." And the hell away from him or his home, too - hopefully the half-dragon understands, but one can never be certain what another hears in his words. At any rate, he's growing more and more impatient - they might understand, he thinks, but that doesn't mean he agrees with either of them, not even with Neverwhere.
Now both claws dig into the earth where hooves stood before, the changes not fully under control yet, and still he holds himself together enough to keep his composure - if only for the few seconds it takes him to turn and leave the group. It's possible that no-one really notices his little changes. It happens - a lot, really. They all seem to think he isn't capable of ripping their throats out in a heartbeat. Think they are faster and better - especially the young one.
But he keeps the ruse - most of it. He doesn't show all of his cards, even if he doesn't know exactly why. His scales harden silently underneath their icy top layer, but he walks away without another word. Only when he's far away enough that they don't really pay attention any more, he lets his wings out, and speeds towards the south-west. The river, after all, usually holds a good catch.
A new life was literally all he could offer right now, but she turns to the familiar places and familiar faces to get it, instead. "Fire dragon to fire dragon - I can hardly agree that it's an actually new thing for you, but it's your choice." He doesn't say it to change her mind. Just to let her know his boredom and disappointment.
He yawns, then with a snap of his previously-hidden pointy teeth, turns his head to Ghaul to address the barely-adult stoically. "We're opposites. Stay that way." And the hell away from him or his home, too - hopefully the half-dragon understands, but one can never be certain what another hears in his words. At any rate, he's growing more and more impatient - they might understand, he thinks, but that doesn't mean he agrees with either of them, not even with Neverwhere.
Now both claws dig into the earth where hooves stood before, the changes not fully under control yet, and still he holds himself together enough to keep his composure - if only for the few seconds it takes him to turn and leave the group. It's possible that no-one really notices his little changes. It happens - a lot, really. They all seem to think he isn't capable of ripping their throats out in a heartbeat. Think they are faster and better - especially the young one.
But he keeps the ruse - most of it. He doesn't show all of his cards, even if he doesn't know exactly why. His scales harden silently underneath their icy top layer, but he walks away without another word. Only when he's far away enough that they don't really pay attention any more, he lets his wings out, and speeds towards the south-west. The river, after all, usually holds a good catch.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
Not patient enough to stick around for the whole day/probably hangry. @[Neverwhere]