Eastern Dragon Shifter/Sky Type- abilities include air walking,
storm creation and super senses.
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[private] It's A New Dawn[Amen]
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06-13-2024, 01:52 PM
The young stallion instinctively shields himself and his daughter from the sudden, erratic wind storm that descends upon them. He feels CeeCee press her little nose trying to peer out from the shelter provided by her father's wings. As the wind subsides, he shakes his body before carefully folding his wings against his dark scales, scanning their surroundings for any damage.
"Are you okay?" he inquires, closely inspecting her for any signs of harm. "Did you get hurt? I don't know what that was..." he mutters, puzzled by the unexpected wind storm. Noticing her fixed gaze, he follows her line of sight to the distant snow-capped ridge on the horizon. Reassuringly nudging her, they set off northward towards the snow-capped valley. @ EkstaCee
06-17-2024, 01:00 PM
The day clears up as the sun peaks through the clouds. He looks at her with a raised brow as she assures him she is ok. He takes the lead with her next to his side, but before he realizes it, she’s behind him. He stops, looking around for her to see her walking straight towards a rock. Before he can say anything, she walks straight into it. He turns around and canters to her. He wraps her into his wing as he looks at her body, ensuring she wasn’t injured. Not a scratch to be seen. “You’re okay.” he nuzzles her, wiping her tear away with his nose as he holds her close. He follows her gaze to the mountains as low rumbles approach them. Just as they were starting to walk, rain drops fall and roll off their scales. He turns his head to the sky and back to her. As her tears stop, the storms stop as the sun comes back out. “I think you can control the weather…” he says, curiously.
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