scaled.

     after countless shamblers fall by her hand, there comes a time where she needs to rejuvenate herself.  droplets of perspiration form on her forehead and neck, and at this she calls a break.  it would allow her to heal herself on bruised skin.  

     seeing another dart headfirst into a group of monsters forces a sigh to fall from her lips.    

     finally getting a hold of her footing, the dragonkind slips gracefully around the backsides of shamblers.  a forceful thrust from her wooden spear pierces their craniums not without difficulty given the material of the weapon.  though, wood is better than being defenseless.  ah, if only she still had her offensive fire magics. 

     fear.  an emotion which hardly affixes to cali.  it’s as if the minute she bears witness to the flow of zombies and ghosts, the abilities of wielding a spear eludes her.  she grips the wooden replica shakily, unused to actually combating something ready to steal her life. 

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cali only has healing capabilities (they’re flames --- watch out, spectres! ) unlocked, so if your muse is rambunctious in battle she’s definitely got your back!  she also wields a spear pretty damn well. 

        ❝  do you ... do you really mean that?  ❞  cali asks in return, and the cheerily girl beside her only nods.  there’s vigor behind the action as she stares right in the dragonkind’s eyes. 

     as soon as she parts her lips, however, only the sound of heavy iron rattles outside the cavern.  they shift their attention to the noise, only to be greeted by a fleet of imperial soldiers.  cali’s first instinct is to stand firmly on her feet and shield her companion. she cannot meet with the eyes of any intruder, thus does her strength feel latent.  a deep breath.  

             they march.

     their immediate stunt falls upon cali, their ice cold armor grasping her skin within their clutches.  a thick swallow runs down her throat as she observes the situation --- finally, someone warned the royal city of the location of the dangerous dragon sighted nearby.  ah, what irony.  

        ❝  don’t hurt her---  ❞  she whispers softly, a tone unable to form.  cali figures if she stills, her companion will be spared.  such thought are made false by a shriek of worry and concern. 

        ❝  you can’t do that --- you can’t!  let her go!  ❞  her princess shouts, at the top of her lungs, desperate to be listened to.  how could cali forget until this moment that she was a noble in that city?  she has power.  she can order.  but that was the issue --- she was too soft.  too easy to mold and shape to others’ desires.  the minute a guard places his disgusting, dirty armor on that beautiful royal, cali resists. 

     the second she does so is a death sentence. 

     her palm burns with fire in an attempt to break free --- it melts holes in the metal scraping at her, yet one flame cannot withstand a dozen men.  the instant the two surrounding her fall, four more throw her to the ground on her stomach.  one pins her head, another her hands, another her legs.  was there no correct solution to this problem?  was there no amicable ending?  cali almost laughs to herself.  the world sinks into dark, with only the cries and screams of her dearest friend --- her only friend --- fighting for her.  fighting for cali.  such pain is bittersweet. 

     she awakens in the same darkness she collapsed into.  cali feels around for the lamp sitting beside her bed, clicks it on, and peeks out her window.  fantastical lights, banners, stalls, and decorations litter the archimedes ward.  and then she remembers --- the celebration of life, was it?  something silly, she thinks.  the dream brings chills to her bones, fingers slowly sliding up her bare arm.  the instant she touches scales, her nails begin digging.  she wishes she never imagined up such a terrifying scene.  perhaps she just holds regrets for not saying her farewells. 

     how could she?

     it’s not like she’s dead --- her friend isn’t, either.  but the festival beckons to her vulnerable, wistful state.  cali gets up, slips on her jacket, and walks outside, careful not to awaken her roommates.  she balls her hands into fists at her side, takes a deep breath of the salty, chilling night air, and adopts a firm stance.

Once she’s seated, he places the plate right in front of her. “Go ahead. It’s your’s.” An elbow is placed on the table away from her and he places his cheek at the palm of her hand, keeping his head upright with the help of his elbow. This celebration has got him feeling really….He’s not even sure. He wants to celebrate for his mother. While he feels like he can, and while he feels like he’s able to do anything good for her, it still feels so…bitter. Is it bittersweet to come to terms that she’s no longer here, that she’s not with him, but to also miss her so crazy. To wish that she was here. 

        ❝  ... !  ❞  her eyes widen at the sight of the full plate placed before her.  they swap between the man and the food a couple times before she realizes it’s okay to eat --- and eat she does.  cali munches down on the meal, as if she hasn’t eaten in days ( who’s to say she hasn’t?  self health is foreign to her at times ).  after a moment passes, she manages to speak up after swallowing. 

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He’s stuffing his face with food. Listen, he’s pretty hungry. Also, the food is good. Lime green eyes do lift when he notice someone approaching. Ah, that scent AND the familiar face to go with it when finally those eyes lands on her. 

“You want some?” Oh look at that. He’s willing to share.

Or is he?

     it is hard to ignore lighthearted festivities when they happen in your own home ward.  especially when the scent of food is persuasive enough to call your stomach.  cali wanders about the stalls until she recognizes someone familiar.

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      “… is it the arm?”

      Bedivere asks, raising his artificial limb carefully. It moved smoothly, a creation of the great arch-mage Merlin – even if it’s only a reflection of the true creation – it had hardly dulled in its perfection. It had only dulled to match the Heroic Spirit who weld it in power, not movement or use. Of course, since arriving at the Island he couldn’t unlock its strength anymore. He was simply glad it hadn’t been something that had been taken away from him when he’d arrived.

      “I thought I saw you looking at me – if I’m wrong, I shall apologize.” The Knight of the Round comments, smiling softly at the young woman. He wasn’t sure who she was, but? Regardless, she appeared harmless enough.

      And he was beginning to get the feeling that he wasn’t about to leave this city anytime soon. So? He might as well start getting to know some of the other residents in the area. At the very least, what could it hurt?

     oh. she’s been caught. 

     a gleam in her amber eyes catch sight of such an oddity adorned by the other.  there was nothing even relatively close to mechanical technology ( unless you count water wheels and other old-fashioned wooden inventions as such ) in her home world, so seeing such a limb shocks her. 

     but not more than being called upon.

        ❝  aah --- i, um ...   ❞  well, he did hit the nail on the head, so she simply nods in response to his question.  ❝  yes.  i apologize for staring; it’s rude, isn’t it?  ❞  fingers skim the edge of her skirt in nervousness, not hiding her embarrassment particularly well.  she bows her head. 

His reasoning were unknown to everyone. Even those he considered close friends. But more than likely it had something to do with growing up and dealing with that creature. A lame reason, maybe, but not to him. Consider it almost like some kind of trauma. Instead of fear, there was just dislike. 

Despite not liking dragons, that didn’t mean he would just brush what she was saying off. Having it come through one ear and out the other. That wasn’t him. He shows his dislike outwordly, but wouldn’t shut someone down when they began talking. So he listens. 

He nods in understanding when she shows her scales. 

They really were different, and he immediately catches on the embarrassment she felt. She keeps them hidden. That’s his assumption. 

He didn’t have much scales in this form. However, his tongue was forked and he had pointed ears that hid away behind curled hair. 

“What’s your name?”  

     well, that did the trick.  she quickly pulls her sleeves back down to her wrists.  hands fold delicately before her, waist height.  her body attempts to keep still to not display any tense nerves. 

        ❝  cali,  ❞  she dips her head.  ❝  cali fennick.  ❞  tone of voice falls quieter, yet relieved.  although the other made himself vocal about his discomfort towards dragons, she hopes at least she is understood.  ❝  i am what my world refers to as ‘dragonkind.’  we live in a skycity called alerun, and we are feared by the ground-dwellers.  ❞  she hates it.  although no prompt shows itself, such an introduction also explains her nervousness of showing her scales. and such fear drives the ground-dwellers of her world to violence --- that is what fuels her own anxiety. 

“I’m not being apprehensive. I just don’t……LIKE dragons.” He’s a frustrating character for sure. To love himself and his mother for being dragons, but not like the rest. What did one call that? Romanus is at least aware of it being bad. That he shouldn’t feel this way toward his own kind, but he’s found it hard to actually go about changing that. 

She’s just a kid, Ro. Cut her some slack.

The back of his mind nags at him. 

“Were you born like that? To look like a human, but have something to make you different from them?”

     doesn’t ... like other dragons?  she ponders the though for a moment between statements.  well, whatever his reasoning must be justified ( hopefully, to her ) and most likely similar to her distrust with being one.  cali tilts her head to the side. 

        ❝  yes,  ❞  she answers,  ❝  well, slightly different.  the females of my dragonkind often only bear scales.  families with heavy male influence can borne females with horns, tails, or wings.  i only have scales.  ❞  and thank goodness, at that.  it would be impossible to hide.  

questions to mun // accepting!

13. What about your muse makes you sad?

     the fact that she hides who she is. she’s meeting all these new people who are so proud to be who they are and not care about how their appearance differs from others. she struggles to keep the facade up that she’s just a normal human. she was born of scales and dragons and had such a horrible time thrown out of her adoptive home of many years just because they found she was a dragonkind. she doesn’t know people will accept her for who she is, and doesn’t want to find out. Cali think she doesn’t fit into her own skin she was born into, and wishes she could be human. even though she’s unique and beautiful in every way and shouldn’t have that fear whatsoever. it’s understandable why she does, but within this new environment, i want her to feel comfortable.

19. If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

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7. If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

    honestly? i think my favorite trait of Cali that i would love to have is the ability to keep to herself in solitude — and enjoy it. i always need the constant reassurance that someone wants to talk to me and is talking to me. Cali really enjoys being lonesome mostly because it’s what she’s used to, and doesn’t know anything aside from having one close friend and suddenly having her ripped away. she’s handled that type of situation much better than i have in the past, and i really wish i could learn from her. 

14. How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

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19. If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

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14. How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?