09-11-2020, 09:21 PM
She is not like her siblings.
She is not dragonborn. She has no scales or wings, and fire does not lay deep in her throat. Ghaul had, once upon a time, cherished her - she was the innocent one, the purest of the triplets and the child who could do no wrong. Perhaps that has changed now that she has spirited herself away from Pangea, but there is no way for her to know that. She has cut off contact with her family so abruptly that maybe they have forgotten that the little angel child even exists. It seems that Gar has, at least, for she has not seen her brother since arriving in this strange, northern land.
Cirilla hasn’t even realized yet that her mother has come to protect her children as they flee from Ghaul’s clutches, because she’s been so wrapped up in herself lately. Nashua and Brazen had assured her that she was welcome here, and would be free from her father’s cruelty, but there is a deep-seated fear within Cirilla that tells her that something’s not right. Why had Gar vanished? Why hasn’t Father, full of fire and rage, swept down upon Nerine to find his missing children? There must be something Ghaul has planned, but she knows not what it is.
It seems, however, that the small fragment of peace that Cirilla has discovered is soon to be disrupted yet again.
There is a commotion at the border, and it is pure curiosity that drives her towards it. She has no offensive capabilities of her own, so she will be useless to protect the kingdom in case of an attack, but she feels a compelling loyalty to this place already. If the Nerinians are in danger, it is time for Cirilla to prove that she has shed the mantle of Pangean princess.
What she finds is chaos.
Yadigar is there, and Asphyxea is charging towards the border with Virgil in tow, the pair of them spitting flames along the path they cut through Taiga. Fear grips Cirilla as she sees all three of her siblings coming forth to destroy her home - what caused Gar to do this? He doesn’t even look like himself, just blankly pouring fire from his throat as though he cannot stop it if he wants to. Tears well in her golden eyes and she musters as much strength as she can, sending a wave a peace towards her siblings. It is all she can do to attempt to calm her draconic siblings, and it may not be enough.
She doesn’t feel Amarine’s wave of panic that she spreads through the crowd of horses - perhaps because she is already so full of fear as the attacking horses batter the barrier. She loses sight of her siblings in the chaos, and retreats deeper into Nerine to try and center herself. She is useless in this state.
She hears her sister’s furious screaming and starts towards the sound, determined to calm at least one of her siblings. Yadigar may be too far gone, she is afraid.
Phyx is wheeling about in a panic, and the jade-horned girl storms through the kingdom as if there never was any wall holding her back. “Phyx!” Cirilla screeches desperately, but it is too late to stop her sister. A wall of flame erupts from the dragoness and Ciri reels backwards, but she has no scales to protect herself from dragon fire.
Phyx continues on as her sister burns, oblivious in her focus on Amarine.
From somewhere deep within Nerine, a dragon begins to scream.
—basically Ciri is stupid and marched headfirst in without thinking, used her peace induction to try and calm down Gar, Phyx, and Virgil. She then retreated into Nerine and accidentally got torched by Phyx and is Hurt Now. Clarissa is somewhere screaming in misery
She is not dragonborn. She has no scales or wings, and fire does not lay deep in her throat. Ghaul had, once upon a time, cherished her - she was the innocent one, the purest of the triplets and the child who could do no wrong. Perhaps that has changed now that she has spirited herself away from Pangea, but there is no way for her to know that. She has cut off contact with her family so abruptly that maybe they have forgotten that the little angel child even exists. It seems that Gar has, at least, for she has not seen her brother since arriving in this strange, northern land.
Cirilla hasn’t even realized yet that her mother has come to protect her children as they flee from Ghaul’s clutches, because she’s been so wrapped up in herself lately. Nashua and Brazen had assured her that she was welcome here, and would be free from her father’s cruelty, but there is a deep-seated fear within Cirilla that tells her that something’s not right. Why had Gar vanished? Why hasn’t Father, full of fire and rage, swept down upon Nerine to find his missing children? There must be something Ghaul has planned, but she knows not what it is.
It seems, however, that the small fragment of peace that Cirilla has discovered is soon to be disrupted yet again.
There is a commotion at the border, and it is pure curiosity that drives her towards it. She has no offensive capabilities of her own, so she will be useless to protect the kingdom in case of an attack, but she feels a compelling loyalty to this place already. If the Nerinians are in danger, it is time for Cirilla to prove that she has shed the mantle of Pangean princess.
What she finds is chaos.
Yadigar is there, and Asphyxea is charging towards the border with Virgil in tow, the pair of them spitting flames along the path they cut through Taiga. Fear grips Cirilla as she sees all three of her siblings coming forth to destroy her home - what caused Gar to do this? He doesn’t even look like himself, just blankly pouring fire from his throat as though he cannot stop it if he wants to. Tears well in her golden eyes and she musters as much strength as she can, sending a wave a peace towards her siblings. It is all she can do to attempt to calm her draconic siblings, and it may not be enough.
She doesn’t feel Amarine’s wave of panic that she spreads through the crowd of horses - perhaps because she is already so full of fear as the attacking horses batter the barrier. She loses sight of her siblings in the chaos, and retreats deeper into Nerine to try and center herself. She is useless in this state.
She hears her sister’s furious screaming and starts towards the sound, determined to calm at least one of her siblings. Yadigar may be too far gone, she is afraid.
Phyx is wheeling about in a panic, and the jade-horned girl storms through the kingdom as if there never was any wall holding her back. “Phyx!” Cirilla screeches desperately, but it is too late to stop her sister. A wall of flame erupts from the dragoness and Ciri reels backwards, but she has no scales to protect herself from dragon fire.
Phyx continues on as her sister burns, oblivious in her focus on Amarine.
From somewhere deep within Nerine, a dragon begins to scream.
—basically Ciri is stupid and marched headfirst in without thinking, used her peace induction to try and calm down Gar, Phyx, and Virgil. She then retreated into Nerine and accidentally got torched by Phyx and is Hurt Now. Clarissa is somewhere screaming in misery