02-15-2021, 02:39 AM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Annie Use Your Telescope|Anaheim|Kalam' rel='stylesheet'><style>.Leilan-box-5 {width:500px;background-color:#1f2256;box-shadow:0px 0px 3px 2px #53586b;} .Leilan-name-5 {position:relative;z-index:2;font-family:'Kalam';font-size:28pt;color:#9ba1bc;margin-top:30px;margin-bottom:-30px;} .Leilan-img-5 {position:relative;border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;} .Leilan-quote-5 {position:relative;z-index:4;top:0px;font-family:'Annie Use Your Telescope';font-size:14pt;line-height:0.8;color:#8f8694;} .Leilan-message-5 {position:relative;padding:30px 30px 50px 30px;margin-bottom:-90px;font-family:Anaheim;font-size:11pt;color:#9ba1bc;letter-spacing:3;} .Leilan-grad-5 {position:relative;width:500px;height:60px;top:68px;z-index:3;background: -ms-linear-gradient(top, rgba(31,34,86,1) 0%, rgba(31,34,86,1) 3%, rgba(31,34,86,0.95) 10%, rgba(31,34,86,0.16) 85%, rgba(31,34,86,0) 100%); -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(31,34,86,1) 0%, rgba(31,34,86,1) 3%, rgba(31,34,86,0.95) 10%, rgba(31,34,86,0.16) 85%, rgba(31,34,86,0) 100%); background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(31,34,86,1) 0%,rgba(31,34,86,1) 3%,rgba(31,34,86,0.95) 10%,rgba(31,34,86,0.16) 85%,rgba(31,34,86,0) 100%); background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(31,34,86,1) 0%,rgba(31,34,86,1) 3%,rgba(31,34,86,0.95) 10%,rgba(31,34,86,0.16) 85%,rgba(31,34,86,0) 100%);}</style><center><div class="Leilan-box-5"><div class="Leilan-message-5">There's nothing extra or new I need from the fae - not personally. What I need is warmth and light for my residents, nothing more. Normally, I'd say the natural sun provides. These days, is cannot, and the monsters that dwell the earth seem to have something to do with it. I was worried when Nashua showed up with that mark on his left side, and I'll worry about my own children too, all of them, in a sense. Some have been granted the immortality I once received here, but that doesn't mean they won't suffer from this.
At a distance, I can do little for them - what I can do is chase monsters off the Isle - it's relatively easy when you're half a monster yourself - and hope to find a way to make it a truly safe haven, once more. Safe from monsters, and safe from most of the dark and the cold.
I'm not far from the Mountain yet when they call - faintly so, in fact. I land in an open spot, mesmerizing if I should go back right away. Dragon eyesight scans the surface as if I'm waiting for something, and maybe I am - fate put me on this path for a reason, I realize when I find the blue-tailed girl from Taiga passing by. She seems to be hesitant yet in a hurry, scared but with a goal. From the distance, I track her heat signal for a while until she is nearly out of range - no need to actually stalk her, I believe - then, when I snap around, I issue a warning growl at the second heat signal behind her. That one has no horse shape, and it'd better realize it's not the only clawed thing around.
From the sky, I've picked out numerous of these creatures. Freezing them long-distance (or long-enough distance) has been a benefit for me in my dragon shape, but right now my scales line a horse form - I usually shed the wings as soon as I land, and this time has been no different - and it interests the creature, I guess. In a monster's eyes, I must be prey animal with a weird sort of growl. Scaled and perhaps sharp toothed - like a gull sees a crab. Am I worth the try for a meal?
You bet I am. Teeth glisten in the dark, yellow eye meets yellow eye (I have a hunter's gaze, myself). I'm a trap, but so is the monster. At least I've distracted it from Memorie, and thankfully, there's only one right now. I do believe there's a high chance of more monsters being attracted to the fairy call, but for now, this is my challenge. Hardened dragon scales protect me when it charges, a blur of shadowy claws an teeth.
It should have met hoof and blunt teeth, but finds a dragon's claw instead. As I keep on shifting parts of myself, my large reptilian tail is spiked by the time the monster passes me, and a yowl of surprise an a dull landing sound is all that satisfies me right now. These times are for dark things, of hurting, of killing, of hunting - oh, and I'll adapt. Alas, I cannot eat these things (yes, I've tried and I recommend no-one else does). Right now, the monster seems hurt and retreating. It is learning that not all horses are what they seem, and that the king in the north - as long as there is one - is one to be treated with at least a little caution.
They seem unorganized as of yet. As I chase the monster through the air, a few wingspans away from the Mountain, I wonder for how long. This one seems to escape, somewhere towards the river - so I turn around and fly back to the Mountain.
Having shifted back, I only then realize the gash it has made across my right side, partially cut through dragon scales. It's not bleeding, but it burns. It'll heal, I think, though not without a scare, and I start to doubt my short-ranged abilities. I snort, then when I round the corner, I nod to Memorie and the Akhal Teke hybrid I find there. "Morning." I say roughly - in part, the normality of things is a joke, and I'd grin at it if the matter weren't more serious.</div><div class="Leilan-grad-5"></div><div class="Leilan-quote-5">everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly</div><img src=https://imgur.com/ZfQPBDN.png></div></center>
At a distance, I can do little for them - what I can do is chase monsters off the Isle - it's relatively easy when you're half a monster yourself - and hope to find a way to make it a truly safe haven, once more. Safe from monsters, and safe from most of the dark and the cold.
I'm not far from the Mountain yet when they call - faintly so, in fact. I land in an open spot, mesmerizing if I should go back right away. Dragon eyesight scans the surface as if I'm waiting for something, and maybe I am - fate put me on this path for a reason, I realize when I find the blue-tailed girl from Taiga passing by. She seems to be hesitant yet in a hurry, scared but with a goal. From the distance, I track her heat signal for a while until she is nearly out of range - no need to actually stalk her, I believe - then, when I snap around, I issue a warning growl at the second heat signal behind her. That one has no horse shape, and it'd better realize it's not the only clawed thing around.
From the sky, I've picked out numerous of these creatures. Freezing them long-distance (or long-enough distance) has been a benefit for me in my dragon shape, but right now my scales line a horse form - I usually shed the wings as soon as I land, and this time has been no different - and it interests the creature, I guess. In a monster's eyes, I must be prey animal with a weird sort of growl. Scaled and perhaps sharp toothed - like a gull sees a crab. Am I worth the try for a meal?
You bet I am. Teeth glisten in the dark, yellow eye meets yellow eye (I have a hunter's gaze, myself). I'm a trap, but so is the monster. At least I've distracted it from Memorie, and thankfully, there's only one right now. I do believe there's a high chance of more monsters being attracted to the fairy call, but for now, this is my challenge. Hardened dragon scales protect me when it charges, a blur of shadowy claws an teeth.
It should have met hoof and blunt teeth, but finds a dragon's claw instead. As I keep on shifting parts of myself, my large reptilian tail is spiked by the time the monster passes me, and a yowl of surprise an a dull landing sound is all that satisfies me right now. These times are for dark things, of hurting, of killing, of hunting - oh, and I'll adapt. Alas, I cannot eat these things (yes, I've tried and I recommend no-one else does). Right now, the monster seems hurt and retreating. It is learning that not all horses are what they seem, and that the king in the north - as long as there is one - is one to be treated with at least a little caution.
They seem unorganized as of yet. As I chase the monster through the air, a few wingspans away from the Mountain, I wonder for how long. This one seems to escape, somewhere towards the river - so I turn around and fly back to the Mountain.
Having shifted back, I only then realize the gash it has made across my right side, partially cut through dragon scales. It's not bleeding, but it burns. It'll heal, I think, though not without a scare, and I start to doubt my short-ranged abilities. I snort, then when I round the corner, I nod to Memorie and the Akhal Teke hybrid I find there. "Morning." I say roughly - in part, the normality of things is a joke, and I'd grin at it if the matter weren't more serious.</div><div class="Leilan-grad-5"></div><div class="Leilan-quote-5">everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly</div><img src=https://imgur.com/ZfQPBDN.png></div></center>
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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