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â˘â. no matter the price or the pain | team 1 bronze round
"Fury, no--!"
Larcei is inflicted with Burn for two rounds !
"Not the... Fire..."
Her heart sinks into her chest. She had seen it used against their foes and bore witness to its devastating effects, but now, the ever-burning pyre comes for her. Maybe she should have been more visibly disgusted by it. Maybe she should have told Fury off after the first cast, should have explained that this is the one way in which she would not like to be likened to Mother.
But her mother is in every part of her. She is Larcei's skin, Larcei's hands--Larcei's bones and blood, which are quick to char as embers dance from the cage to her coat. She always did hate longflowing clothing--funny that it would bite her like this. Is this what Mother felt? The same heat Father endured? Were they wearing long and flammable robes when the meteors struck--or better yet, were they caged? Did fate seal them within their prison, inside a desert of their own destiny?
Even if she were to break free, the blazes would still cling to her. They are her birthright now, given as a hellsent gift from her heavenly blessing. Od's bloodline is cursed. His daughters will all vanish in smoke and his sons made into naught but kindling.
"Damn you...!" she curses, tearing the outfit off of her, piece by piece, "Damn you!! Why did it have to be fire?!"
By the time she is wearing just the sleeveless tunic beneath her coat, the other enemies have caught up. They tear into Harken first, stopping him dead in his tracks before he can get close enough to reach for her hand. "Harken!" she cries, but dead ears are deaf. If only it weren't for the cage tying her down. If only...
And then it is Fury's turn to wet the sands with her blood. All the disdain she once held for her vanishes the moment Larcei realizes what had happened, and she shakes the cage with more might than she ever had before.
Cage is burning! -1 HP; Cage 1.5/5 HP Larcei is burning! -1 HP; Larcei 9/10 HP
The tears streaming down her cheeks aren't enough to douse the flames. They erupt from her pile of discarded clothing and catch her leg again, forcing her into a dance with death to keep their spread at bay. It is only by Zephia's hand that she stops, and when she does, she goes silent with rage.
Her gaze breaks, trembling as it trails to the ground.
"If I make it outta here," she murmurs, her scorched knuckles stopping their shaking to constrict around the cage, "I'll kill you. Simple as that. I'll break your horns off with my bare hands and stab them into your tongue... you bitch."
Watching her ignore the pull of remorse to make a mockery of their slaughter fills her with a new kind of ire. She's past the point of yelling, past the point of blowing up in her loud and shrieking way. There is only the Isaachian desire for this woman's deeds to be repaid. Revenge lies throbbing beneath a wound cauterized by the spreading fire. Zephia will join the ranks of the dead she so haughtily tramples over, even if Larcei has to die to see it happen.
WALK THE HALL OF DEATH: @idoun
The once comforting warm breeze now grew unnerving and ominous. Once white and fine sand was now soaked with blood. She could smell the iron in the air, mixed with magic as well as smoke and fire. Flesh, hair, steel and clothes were burning- it was the smell of war that Idunn has known for so many centuries by now. If she closed her eyes she could almost envision it: a vast field once adorned by grassy plains and flowers, trampled. The ground gouged and burnt, blood and body parts scattered around alongside weapons with no wielders and mounts that once were someoneâs trusted partner but now laid dead.
And she stood above it all, looking down at disgrace as her army continued to bulldoze armies.
It wasnât much different now, with two fallen members in her team. They had been taken out faster than she couldâve reacted, and were now beyond her saving. Idunn knew the smell of no return, and so she turned her eyes to the living ones, both ally and foe.
Again. Those shadows rushed towards her form with weapons drawn and she only had skin and cloth to defend herself with.
Backup activates! Sreng Lancer attacks! -1HP Idunn HP= 6/10 Sreng Mercenary attacks Idunn with Killing Edge! Roll1D20-4 = 15, critical! Idunn HP= 4/10 Idunn counters with Seraphim! Roll1D20-6 = 3, miss!
Irritation ate at her core harsher than blade. Once more they drew blood, slashing at her side and leg, throwing her off in such a way that she couldnât even concentrate enough to conjure a spell to defend herself with. The shadows retreated and Idunn sat on the bloodied sand, her once fully white robes now tattered, ripped and bloodied. Her body hurt but her mind was still sharp, though nervousness clouded her thinking. This would lead nowhere.
Then, shouts. Shouts that burned brighter than the flames licking at the cage holding one of their teammates. Mismatched eyes locked with the figure of that girl that had been trapped until now, her body being slowly burned alive. Idunn could smell all sorts of things, but from her all she could get was distress and rage. Even more so after that dragon lady seemed to mock her.
Ah.
She could almost retell all of it from start to finish. A young lilac-haired divine dragon, trapped in a den of demon dragons. They shouted, yelled, mocked- urged her to just shut up and give in already. She stood strong however, so much so that they had to perform a ritual to rip her soul out of her body to finally get what they wanted.
But there was no bravery or honor there.
Idunn couldnât name emotions now, but she was sure that if she had stood there, facing the girl she once was, sheâd smell fear. Raw, unfiltered fear clinging to the wish that someone would break in there and save her, even though she knew nothing like that would ever happen.
A girl trapped in a cage, mocked and threatened by those around her, being denied freedom by a dragon.
Idunn held onto her dragonstone tightly and urged it to respond- to just react in any way it could even if she couldnât call on her powers. Once fair skin and long limbs morphed into dark purple arms and legs with bright red veins and razor-sharp claws. Silky lilac hair was nowhere to be found, replaced with a tall crest atop a long neck. The only identifiable characteristic were the eyes- one crimson, the other a bright emerald. The iguana-like demon dragon roared at Gofannon, though her attention was at the cage.
Idunn casts Seraphim at the Cage! Roll 1D20= 14, hit! Cage HP= 0/5 Cage has been broken! Larcei 9/10 HP is now free.
Even in this form, she couldnât call on her Dark Breath. Instead was a burst of light similar to the spells she had casted before against the soldiers. The ray struck the burning cageâs bars and the structure gave in, finally allowing its captor to run free. Yet Idunn knew she couldnât commemorate, there was no time to.Â
A wrathful roar echoed back at her as Gofannon dove from the sky, beak and talons ready.
Gofannon counters with Serrated Beak! Roll 1D20-4 = 13, hit! Roll 1D20-4 = 6, hit! Idunn HP= 0/10
To say she knew how to close combat as a dragon wasnât exactly the truth- she never actually had to do that, but Idunn didnât really care. If there was one thing that Fae and Roy taught her was that lack of training should never hold anyone back regardless of context. At the time, they were talking about her difficulty to learn how to write- now, she was applying it in battle. Both dragons clashed against each other, their screeches and roars almost deafening.Â
It didnât last long, however. Idunn was too injured, as the results of her soft and fragile human body were translated into her dragon form as large gashes and cuts through her scales. It didnât take much for her to fall to the sand and lack the strength to get up. Victorious yet still angered, Gofannon took to the skies once more while Idunn laid bloodied on the sand, weakly holding her head up.Â
She freed that girl. She did something good.
The demon dragonâs head fell against the sand, its breathing slowing down in deep sighs.
At least this time, she fell not from the lack of will to live, but from a sacrifice to let another thrive. That was okay in her heart.
Idunn has been defeated!
â˘â. no matter the price or the pain | team 1 bronze round
"Oh? So you want to be chastized then? Will do... Sir Harken." She taps her fingers idlly on her arms as Harken completely fumbles through fighting against their enemies, a loud scoff escaping from her lips.
"My first... comment would be... learn how to use that weapon of yours better. Alright dear?" She cackles, staying back from the midst of the battle, playing carefully with the thunder in her hands. Wind billows her hair around her, fluttering up her layers of skirts. She wonders what she looks like to her "teammates".
Not that it matters to her anyway though.
She does not care for the opinons of mere humans - nor the opinon of that weird little mismatched dragon.
With a snap of her fingers, another bolt of lightning flies across the battlefield and pierces yet another one of their enemies straight through the heart with a thunderous shock.
It's not as disasterous of an impact as she would have liked, but it will do for a punishment for the illusions that they fight against.
Zephia [10/10 HP] hits Sreng Mercenary [8/10 HP] with Thoron. [Roll: 14 - 6 = 8] [-3 HP] [Sreng Mercenary 5/10 HP]
"Hmph. I will be... trusting that you do better with dying next time, my dear little foe. It won't do at all to continue fighting when you're this weak, now would it?"
@idoun
Suddenly, the enemies started to move faster than her team could keep up with, and before Idunn could even think about changing to her dragon form, two shadows appeared in the corner of her vision. One possessed a sword, the blade clearly aiming for her neck, while the other held a lance that aimed at her middle- in this human body, soft and fragile, that could kill her. But there was no fear gripping Idunn's heart.
Backup activates! Sreng Lancer attacks! -1HP Idunn HP= 9/10 Sreng Mercenary attacks Idunn with Killing Edge! Roll1D20-4 = 12, critical! Idunn HP= 7/10
The lance bit at her upper arm, blood quickly staining the now ripped white sleeve. The sword was close, but the priestess had been fast enough to at least spin her body so it struck her back instead.
She could smell her own blood and feel its warmth as it soaked the fabric. Her body found it disturbing, distressing- naturally. Idunn was a living being, and all living beings on a primal level crave for survival independently of what the mind says. She felt adrenaline rushing in, her heartbeat growing faster, her muscles preparing for the fight or flight response that would most definitely result in fight as Idunn refused to run and didnât need to be ordered to showcase bravery.
But her mind was at peace. She felt no fear. She had been surrounded and attacked before.
Idunn counters with Seraphim! Roll1D20-6 = 7, hit! Sreng Mercenary HP= 8/10
Quickly turning herself around, Idunn managed to strike the sword wielding soldier quare on. It wasnât point blank as the figure moved faster than she couldâve kept up with, but it was still a hit. Mismatched eyes watched as light magic burned on the mercenaryâs chest- while it wasnât fatal, it was an attack nonetheless.
Idunn never prided herself in hurting or killing, but sheâd retaliate if needed. Because like anyone, sheâd like to survive.
AndâŚwell, she wants others to survive as well.
Ignoring her own injuries, the dragon smelled blood and her attention immediately shifted to the man in their team getting decimated by the enemies, so much so that for a moment Idunn expected him to hit the sand and not move anymore- but he did. Alive.
She looked at her own hands. This magic wasnât her own, but she could tell this was light magic. Light magic can hurt, but most importantly, it can cure. Bare feet against scorching sand took her to Harkenâs side as Idunn kneeled next to him. âYour wounds.â They were bad. She had seen humans die from those before. âIâŚwill help. Stay.â
Idunn casts Recover on Harken! Roll 1D20= 14, +8HP (+6 +2) Harken HP= 9.5/10
It worked, somehow. Her hands- hands that up until recently have only ever either maimed and killed or grasped at nothing, how emanated a warm, soft light that bathed Harkenâs body. It wasnât perfect and by the end of it he still had some scratches, but the worst had been taken care of. â...done. You may walk now.â Yet, she couldnât help but focus on her own hands.
She helped someone. She used her power to save.
The dragon looked up at Harken.
âBe well. Careful.â
@swiftscion @heavensdevotion @inserviceto
â˘â. no matter the price or the pain | team 1 bronze round
Zephia frowns at the girl caught in the cage, playing casually with one of the tassels hanging from the ribbons wrapped around her horns. She didn't particularly care what happened to her, but the people around her were mostly human, and if she played too hard with her words and actions, then perhaps they would suspect things of her that she didn't wish for them to suspect.
She sighs, feeling the crackle of thunder underneath her fingertips, a shock running between her fingers as she rubs them together. Good. She could work with this.
"Oh, dear, perhaps we should be more... aware of our surroundings? How pathetic." She directs towards the girl in the cage. Larcei, if she remembered correctly. Not that it mattered whether she remembered or not. If she was lucky, she would never see any of these fools again after this stupid training mission was over.
"Try to stay... safe in there, darling." She snaps her fingers, a powerful blast of lightning firing towards the warrior that her... "teammates" had already been attacking. It pierces true straight through the enemy's heart, shock spreading quickly through its body and leaving it a charred mess - though not quite dead yet.
Zephia [10/10 HP] hits Sreng Warrior [7.5/10 HP] with Thoron. [Roll: 11] [-3 HP] [Sreng Warrior 4.5/10 HP]
She turns to the fools, and the strange girl with the mismatched eyes, snapping her fingers still crackling with thunder to show what she was capable of should they misbehave.
"You." She points at the purple haired girl, "Kill this fool for me, won't you?"
@idoun
The first thing she noticed was a warm breeze against her cheek. Robes shielding her skin from the harsh sunlight, sand beneath her feet, the dry air in her lungs- with her eyes closed it was as if she were back in Arcadia, waiting for the moment Fae would show up to take her somewhere or show her something interesting.
Opening her eyes however, and there was no Fae in this desert. It was hot, but it was not the gentle warmth of Nabatea. The sand on her skin felt different, more grating, and the air was much drier. A vast, blue sky that stretched itself to infinity, but that seemed more oppressive than freeing. And yet, none of this was real. The density of the magic around her was telling enough that this world was but a well crafted illusion, a lucid dream. It didnât take long to figure as mismatched eyes looked down and saw her body wrapped in white robes instead of her usual deep purples, blacks and dark magentas.
âŚit was strange. Her dragonstone was there, hanging from her neck, but it wouldnât respond correctly. It was as if it were confused, dazed. The magic running in her veins wasnât her own. There was no fire and no darkness, but this wasnât the soothing and guiding light of the Divine Dragons either.
Idunn felt a presence, raised her head, and saw chaos unfold. A girl caged by a large, bird-like beast thatâŚalmost seemed like a corrupted or malformed Divine Dragon, and an army of three soldiers, one of which was currently on fire. It was just like before, so much so that Idunn almost expected to hear the demented roar of one of her Fire Dragons as the culprit of the soldierâs burns, but there was no such thing. Or rather, it was a dragon. Just not one of her own.
"You." She points at the purple haired girl, "Kill this fool for me, won't you?"
A silver haired lady with what seemed to be a crescent moon on her head gave her an order. A manakete much like herself, though the lady didnât hail from Elibe. Her smell didnât match that of the dragons of her continent, but Idunn could at least pinpoint that she was imbued in magic.
It was by impulse.
Idunn attacks Sreng Warrior with Seraphim! Roll 1D20= 10, hit! Sreng Warrior HP: 2.5/10 Sreng Warrior is broken and cannot counterattack!
Light overflowed from her body and struck the burning soldier. It wasnât enough to kill, but enough to seriously injure. Idunn took a sharp breath, stepped forward mechanically as if to go for a second attempt- but stopped herself. Her eyes blinked, her hand fell to her side.
There was no Zephiel. No Hartmut.
Why did she listen to that ladyâs orders? Idunn came here to reclaim her mind and body. They were her own, not other peopleâs. She found herself staring at the girl in the cage, and couldnât help but quietly sympathize- except Idunnâs cage was open. She just didnât know how to step out of it yet.
Idunn glanced at the horned lady for a moment, then made the choice to ignore her presence.
@swiftscion @melusinezephyr @heavensdevotion @inserviceto
wanted prompts!
-authority prompt (needs BE student/faculty) idunn doesnât understand this selfishness in times of need. even though sheâs still paving her own pathâŚat her core, she wants to help, but doesnât know how to take the first steps. perhaps with someoneâs aid, she could make her own moves.
-analyzing the gashes in the sky. she has never seen anything like it, she wants to see how close she can get with her own dragon form.
-riding prompt. the ice crematory canât be that bad, right? âŚ.right????
if you'd like to try any other prompt or plot something else, hmu in DMs or in the server!

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The sight of a tail emerging from under the student's skirt was a small shock to Camilla. She was quick to regain her composure, after all her darling Corrin had a few scales so who was to say others couldn't?
The student's reluctance is adorable, especially with the small wyvern tumbling around her tail. Camilla knelt down to scoop the baby off of the student's tail, cradling it. The wyvern squirmed and cooed as it nuzzled closer to Camilla.
"It's true that mother wyverns pick up their young by the scruff, but I'm sure if they could scoop their babies up in their arms they would." She smiles warmly. "You can hold her, she's quite an affectionate one." She held out the wyvern in her arms. "They tumble from all sorts of naughty places you'd never expect, they can handle being held." Before the student could protest, Camilla shifted the wyvern so the little baby hung from Idunn's shoulder. "Support the bottom." She moved one of Idunn's arms to below the wyvern and the other to rest on the baby's back. "See? And you said you couldn't hold one." Camilla grinned. The baby chirped and sniffed at Idunn's ear, happy and content.
Mismatched eyes looked at the young drake curiously as it was handed out to her- clinging to her shoulder and sniffing at her hair and ears. Following the ladyâs instructions, Idunn slowly moved her arms so one would be under the baby wyvern, supporting its behind, while her other hand was carefully placed around its back to keep it from falling over. âLikeâŚthisâŚâ This was how humans held their young, as far as she was aware. She could sense the young oneâs smell, but not that of its mother. Looking around the stables, she saw more babies than mothers.
âAn orphan.â The conclusion came to her. This one probably lost its mother during the cold days. âAnd yetâŚâ It looked so energetic and happy, grabbing at her uniform and trying to eat her hair with its toothless jaws.Â
Looking back at the lady, Idunn was quiet for a moment- thinking on how to organize her words. âYou know dragons very closely. How?â Sure, she was well aware that wyvern knights were a thing. Many soldiers who wished for the skies but couldnât tame a pegasus went for wyverns instead, a sight she was used to seeing in the past. The difference was that sheâŚwas the one they were to fight against- and die trying.Â
However, this lady seemed different. Idunn didnât expect the average soldier to know how to handle a baby wyvern. âYou raised one?â Besides, her smell was different. It went beyond the smell of someone who simply lived among dragons, but Idunn couldnât tell any further. This lady was from another land, so many scents were indecipherable to Idunn at the moment.
@maligknightsthorns
Idunnâs words, that she used to be a Divine Dragon caught her off guard. It wasnât the title used, she had met an Emblem that shared it with her, but the fact it was a thing of the past. âI understand, my history as a dragon is complicated too.â A dragon once born fell but chose to live as who she wished to be, a Divine Dragon clad in white with a gleaming sword by her side, a kind dragonâA dragon that could finally show all her feelings without being afraid of being disposed of. âWhere you are from doesnât matter if were you lived before coming here is what you consider home, in my eyes youâre Idunn of Arcadia. Still, if you ever remember, you can choose which is home to you now.â
But she chose not to push more on the topic, instead hearing her talk about exercising. Perhaps it was her curious spirit, but Alear thought Idunn felt the same curiosity about the world. âExercising can be like training, you can run to train for example.â When the dragon says âa cheerâ her mismatched eyes looked at the crowd happily singing along to the music. âA cheer⌠yes it sounds like one, doesnât it?â A cheer to the fun they were likely having all together, connections no matter if born between humans or dragons were a beautiful thing. To connect as to open oneself to many feelings no matter how warm or cold they were.
When the hood lowered she smiled, her hair was of a beautiful lilac, a nice contrast to her now shinning pair of mismatched eyes so reminiscing of nature itself. âI like your hair, i think it would look great in a braid, or a ponytail maybe?â But it was just a passing comment as the Divine Dragon reached for her hand and pulled her along to join the crowd. Although they werenât dressed to match them she didnât think theyâd mind a pair of dragons standing out in a sea of colors.
Upon walking by the instructors they welcomed them with a warm smile not minding and pointed for them to walk on likely whatever free spot they could find when they were ready. Her hold on Elibeâs dragon became loose once they found a quiet spotâwell not quiet at all, but more than the front rowâat the back. Before joining in with the movement she took a second to tie her hair up in the style she always would when preparing herself to train, this time no braids to decorate her hair outside the one she already had, just something comfy!
Loosening her shirt a little to prepare herself to jump around she took one last look to Idunn. Her hair was long and just like hers moments prior to tying it up, it was loose. âDo you want me to tie your hair? You might be more comfortable that way, but no need to if youâre uncomfortable.â Not like long hair would cause problems to anyone, in the end it was Alearâs own preferences for training.
Though now that she looked at her own boots in comparison to the outfit the rest were wearing, if she hit someone⌠ouch.
âItâs fine.â Her expression remained unchanged, almost serene. Although her memories were distant and broken up, it didnât bring her pain in any way- she simply came to terms with it. While she wished that she could remember her original tribe or her parents, her past is gone but now she has been reborn. She can build a new life for herself, and for that she prefers to allow herself to move on and walk towards the future without looking back. âNabata is all I know. Nabata has Fae, so Nabata is my nest.â It had Fae, it had all the other dragons and people who had been ostracized from the world and needed refuge in the desert.
She paused for a moment, then looked at the fellow heterochromatic dragon. âYou are Divine Alear, then.â She would apply the same logic for Alear. Even though her aura and smell were unlike the Divine Dragon characteristics Idunn knewâŚshe wasnât interested in prying. If this is who Alear is now, this is who Alear would be. âMy classmate.â Her words were quiet, more as if she were reaffirming it to herself.
The dragon hummed. Exercise was like trainingâŚbut wasnât training dedicated for war and battles? The people in this room seemed so joyful that she couldnât understand why they were doing this. That- until she figured something out on her own. â...like when a young has to learn how to fly.â They need to practice with their wings. Her childhood was lost to time, but Idunn knew the behavior of baby dragons. Jumping off taller and taller ledges, trying to flap their wings to be able to fly. It demanded practice and insistence, so perhaps this is what those people were doing. âSoâŚthey trainâŚto dance.â SheâŚdid know that humans loved to dance- some dragons did, too.Â
At the compliment to her hair, Idunn momentarily wasnât sure how to respond- until she remembered Faeâs words. âThanks.â But before she could process what else to say, Alear had brought the both of them to a quieter spot with fewer people around them. Ah- there were many kicking motions in that weird dance. It would be best if they didnât kick anyone. â...I like your hair too.â Was what she meant to say earlier. Fae told her it was always nice to give back a given compliment, and Alearâs hair was nice regardless. It was very colorful and unique.Â
Figuring that it would be maybe best to remove a layer of clothing, Idunn chose to remove her uniform jacket- staying with the white shirt instead. She didnât really minded wearing more or less clothing articles- she was simply used to hiding behind cloaks as she was used to living like a shadow.
âTie?â TieâŚher hair? âLike that?â She pointed to Alearâs own hair. The once long, silky colorful crest was now in a ponytail. Idunn had never really done anything to her hair, at best just decorating it with ringlets and other small jewelry for no reason in particular. âFine.â She wasnât quite sure what to expect, so the dragon just stared at Alear with slight curiosity- at best maybe a little bit lost.
@alliberacio
Late night strolls werenât exactly one of Sakuraâs favourite hobbies - since she usually had a very heavy sleep most of the time -, but that night was different: she kept rolling in her bed, thoughts flooding in her mind as she kept thinking about a rumour about a strange ghostly presence around the hallways of the monastery. She wasnât the type of person who got scared for ghosts, on the contrary, she utterly loved the world of spirts and otherworldly presences, but the details of this âghostâ left her a little unsettled â the white gown of a bride.
She had nothing against bride, of course, but it somewhat intrigued her and worried her at the same time, since it might be a ghostly presence that could be in great suffering too, due to her appearance: many said that when you died, you kept the very same induments you were wearing the last time in life and that meant that the poor bride died during the circumstance of her wedding. Sakura couldnât help but feel the pain in that otherworldly presence and the thought of it eventually made her decide to try her luck and roam around the monasteryâs hallways at night, to see if she could untangle the painful thoughts in her mind.
Wearing a cute floral sleeping gown with a soft cardigan over it, she made her way out her apartments with only a very small candlelight in her right hand, walking towards the main area of where these sightings have been made: the central hallway. Step by step, she eventually reached the selected destination, which was obviously empty and dull at that hour of the night. The several marble columns divided the large room and the petite priestess felt even more shorter in the middle of that immense space, especially now that everything was pitch black, except of her feeble candlelight, the only one source of light.
The thought of being alone in that enormous place was in Sakuraâs mind, until a sudden voice echoed in the large hallway, immediately reaching Sakuraâs ears as she turned to see a very petite figure standing in the opposite side of the hallway, eyes meeting halfway while the ghostly figure slowly approached the petite priestess. Sakura remained a little interdicted for a long moment while the other presence to get near to her, just to reveal herself as a familiar face.
âIdunn⌠correct?â she still was a bit unsettled by the sudden appearance of a seemingly familiar student, but she was relieved that the presence was actually a real person and not a ghost. âIâm Sakura, Iâm sure we happened to meet at the church sometimes, I usually work thereâ she softened the tone, trying to relax herself now that she was sure she wasnât a ghost. âAnd⌠yes, Iâm here for seeking the bride tooâ she nodded with her head, tightening the grip of her cardigan on her shoulders. âYou actually look like her with that white gownâ she let a little giggle escape from her lips, softening the tension that hovered around the area.
âBut...what are you doing here?â the question was genuine and the curiosity even more, but as she was speaking with the little student, she noticed with the corner of her eye a strange movements behind her figure, alarming her a little, while her face changed with a worried expression.
Idunn nodded quietly at the girlâs explanation. Indeed, that shade of hair and that voice werenât entirely unfamiliar to her. She had already understood that not everyone is a student or teacher- some people worked different roles in this place and therefore Idunn wouldnât come across them as easily as she would with her fellow classmates. âSakuraâŚI will remember.â The syllables rolled off her tongue experimentally as she got used to the foreign name. There were so many phonemes she hadnât learned yet- but this didnât intimidate her in the slightest.Â
Lilac brows arched ever so slightly as the dragon seemed to show the beginnings of surprise in her features. âBrides are humans going to marry. I look like one?â She wasnât going to marry anyone, though, and from the drawings she saw brides seemed to have elaborate dresses that made them seem big and fluffy, like clouds. Idunn hadâŚwell, a nice sleeping gown. Comfortable, but not fluffy like a cloud. âI wonât marry. Iâll sleep.â
She hummed for a second, choosing her words. âI canât sleep. So I walk, to tire myself out.â That- until she noticed the shift in Sakuraâs expression. Her eyes suddenly seemed concerned over something she couldnât see or sense. Unshaken, Idunn turned around to look. The hallway extended into the distance, turning left and mostly cloaked in darkness save for the odd torch here and there to offer at least some source of light for the night guards. But Idunn saw no guards- or nothing that could earn that look of worry from Sakura.
She took a step forward, trying to listen in for any sounds she couldâve missed, as well as to try to pick on any odd scents. Nothing. âI donât know what ghosts smell like.â
Then, the dragon turned around to face Sakura once more, pausing for a moment.Â
âYou have fear?â
@gentlenekomata
How do you make friends if youâre boring? I know Iâm not very interesting, but Iâm a little bit lonelyâŚ
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Nobody is boring. You are interesting. Other people just don't see it. Maybe you're not what they think is interesting. Someone told me people have "tastes" for friends. You're just a different flavor. Someone out there likes that flavor. You'll find them one day.
Springtime Blessings
great tree moon +flying
After the winter's tragedy, the arrival of baby wyverns in the stables is welcomed not just with the usual excitement, but with outright tears of joy. With the traumatic memories still fresh in everyone's mind, everyone is being extra careful with the babies, and intends to ensure they have the best care possible. Will you volunteer your knowledge and services? Or perhaps do you wish to learn from the best? [Grants Flying +1]
It's a small blessing that spring time brings with it new life. After the death of so many wyverns, and the worry of so many students and staff for the ones who remained, there was an increased interest in caring for the hatching baby wyverns. Students, and a few naughty staff members who should know better, were so eager to see the babies hatch that Camilla had to make time in her day to help the flying instructors. She was delighted to help, and to offer Barbie's "help" as well for the newborns who had lost their mothers. The new wyverns were chattery, and eager to meet all of their excited visitors.
As she looks over the students, one in particular stands out to her. Her hood is up, her posture is guarded, the back of her uniform seems to be missing, and her feet are bare. Camilla wasn't sure what to begin with...
She supposed building trust would be a good start...
"They're much sturdier than they look." She reassures the girl, hoping she didn't startle her. "Even as hatchlings." She offers a warm smile and a welcoming hand. "Would you like to hold one?"
@idoun
Idunn had never interacted with babies before- regardless of their species.
Fae was the closest she could recall, however she was no baby. A juvenile divine dragon, but one that was old enough to take care of herself and start her steps in life. Maybe there were babies in the tribe she once belonged to, but Idunn could no longer remember that detail. So now that she stood in the middle of hay and wood, her form surrounded by young drakes grasping at her clothes to climb her body and biting at her ankles with toothless gums to inspect if she was food or not, she didnât really know what to do.
Though she had caught up on the scent long before her ears perked up at the voice, the other womanâs presence still earned mild surprise from her. She wasnât expecting to be approached- or rather, she had zoned out slightly.
The lady smelled like countless wyvern riders she had fought before, but with a tinge of perfume she couldnât identify and other sweeter, softer flowery smells the dragon had already learned to associate with soapy stuff for the hair. Her hair was long and lilac, covering one eye. Pretty, well cared for. Idunn expected her to be a princess of sorts- though hereâŚshe knew the lady was the counselor. The dragon had spotted that lilac hair inside the counseling office before.
âThey are strong.â Her tone was quiet. âBut their scalesâŚare soft.â She could feel it from their little paws grabbing at her exposed legs. There was none of the roughness of an adult dragonâs stone-like skin. At the proposition to hold one, Idunn watched the woman for a moment. Then, looked down at the baby wyverns before effortlessly manifesting her tail as it appeared from her long skirt. Long and thin, clad in violet scales and bright vermillion veins.
She offered the tail to one of the youngsters. A baby decided to cling to it to playfight.
âThe scruff.â Mismatched eyes stayed locked on the baby as it played with her tail. âThey are grabbed by the scruff. But Iâm too big to do that.â Though her memories of her time in the tribe were little more than fuzzy flashes, Idunn knew how drakes behaved. And she knew mothers grabbed their young by the scruff as it was an area with thick skin and therefore safe for an adult dragon to hold on to without hurting the baby with their teeth.
But theseâŚwere so tiny. Idunn was too big in her dragon form. Wyverns were so very small. âI canât hold them.â
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fly broken wings
After the winterâs tragedy, the arrival of baby wyverns in the stables is welcomed not just with the usual excitement, but with outright tears of joy. With the traumatic memories still fresh in everyoneâs mind, everyone is being extra careful with the babies, and intends to ensure they have the best care possible. Will you volunteer your knowledge and services? Or perhaps do you wish to learn from the best? [Grants Flying +1]
Sophia finds herself spending more time than she would have expected in the stables. It isn't as quiet as the library, indeed, it is overwhelmingly full of sounds and smells. Still, seeing all of the animals housed in the stables never ceases to be a source of amazement for her. Horses, pegasi, kinshi, wolves, and even wyverns were all rare sights back home.
Truth be told, Sophia still holds some reservations about interacting with wyverns after having been held hostage by Bern, but the baby wyverns inspire much less nervousness in her. One day they will be large enough to soar above the clouds with a grown man on their backs, but for now, they are just children exploring the world for the first time. Their fanged jaws snap not out of malice, but out of curiosity.
The hatchlings purr and chirp in equal measure. Some of the more adventurous babies climb the support beams, digging their tiny claws into the wooden beams. Freshly hatched, their wings are not strong enough yet to sustain flight, but that does not stop the bravest of the litter from trying to launch themselves into the air. There is no true danger; a copious layer of hay lines the floor of the stable.
One particularly tenacious baby wyvern manages a semblance of flight for the tiniest fraction of a second, although gravity takes over sooner rather later and it comes crashing to the ground. Or, it would have fallen to the ground had it not landed on the head of one of the volunteers.
Even without her distinctive appearance, Sophia recognizes the hooded figure by the pulsing in her blood.
"...Idunn?"
@idoun
She had caught wind of what had taken place at the stables. An unusually powerful winter claimed the lives of many mounts, and now a handful of young drakes were left orphaned and needed aid. She saw- smelled, how much it affected many students and staff alike. From tears to hopeful smiles as volunteers entered the stables to tend to the babies, to stimulate, feed, tend. So theyâd have a chance to grow into healthy adults and thrive.Â
Though she couldnât grasp everything as well as those around her, the situation still had an effect on her heart and mind. She was drawn to it, drawn to the stables and those little wyverns, even though the only experience with drakes she can recall was watching them fall out of the sky, their bodies burnt to a crisp alongside their riders from her Dark Breath as her massive form stood still and her army pushed forwards uncaring if their enemies were human or not. She had never even seen a wyvern properly before, never stopping to focus on them and their behavior. Her mind simply perceived them as obstacles- or rather, tools being used by her obstacles, that she had to destroy so she could pave the way towards the future Zephiel wanted.Â
Everything could change now, as there was no longer a robotic drive to kill pushing her forward. The smell she before could only identify mixed with human blood was now pure- and young. The scent of a creature born not too long ago, their bodies still slowly figuring out how the world is, much like herself. When she reached the stables and locked eyes with a young drake, part of her couldnât help but relate to those big, clueless golden eyes staring back. Curious, full of wonder. Just learning how to take the first steps and see what life is like.Â
But there was a scent amidst those children, one that didnât belong to a wyvern. It was draconic, however with the tinge of a humanâs mixed in. One she recognized from where she once stood at the Dragon Temple. Looking up, mismatched eyes met lilac strands of long, silky hair.
â...SoâŚphia.â This girl- Idunn saw her walking alongside Roy during that battle. Her body shimmering with magic energy, a blood that smelled of her own kind as well as a humanâs. Although Idunn didnât know the names of most faces she came across, her mind held on to this one. Perhaps it was because the girl was the only half-dragon in the group and her brain took note of that. Perhaps it was because her appearance somehow reminded her of herself from a long, mostly forgotten past. Perhaps it was because she just remembered it from the teacherâs morning call in class.
âHi.â
@nabataprophet
what's a ghost actually
Rumors have started to float around Garreg Machâs halls about a ghastly young woman haunting the monastery. Many claim to have seen a young woman in wedding white with a haunting expression on her face, though it seems nobody can agree on exactly where she was seen. The only natural choice to be made here is to go and investigate these sightings and figure out whether the woman is real or merely a figment of the student bodyâs imagination. [Grants Reason +1]
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Idunn wasnât the superstitious type, or at least not conventionally so. There was little for her to believe in, the concept of having faith, wonder or hope long torn from her soul and had yet to fully return. In her eyes, things either existed or they didnât. Maybe they only existed in the realm of magic and aura, maybe they existed physically. A clear yes or no.
It was why the concept of ghosts didnât exactly bother her. If they existed, then they definitely were beings of aura and magic and there was nothing to fear from that. While her draconic senses were at times duller than a humanâs, her magic ones were not. A ghost appeared, so what? Let it be so it may vanish on its own, or at worst cast a silencing spell for it to disappear.
But then again, it wasnât like Idunn had a developed sense of fear yet.
She wasnât awake because of the rumors of a ghostly bride that had been roaming around lately. Simply, sleep had evaded her that night for whatever reason and she imagined that maybe if she tired herself out by walking, sheâd fall asleep again. Barefoot and with her hair down, dressed in nothing but a white sleeping gown, maybe Idunnâs presence would only make the ghost stories worseâŚbut itâs not like she was aware of that. Her only concern was walking so she could sleep later.
That, and the scent of a student nearby. An unusual one, from one of those many faraway lands. Herbs and flowers she didnât know.
Silent steps took the dragon to the middle of a hallway, and she finally spotted the owner of said scent. Not a student- a girl from the clergy it seemed. Small frame, short warm-colored hair. Idunn remembers getting whiffs of her scent before here and there, but never got to properly define who it belonged to. A girl from the clergy, standing there in the middle of the night.
âWill you silence it?â Idunnâs quiet voice echoed through the hall as she stood in place, eyes focused on her âcompanionâ. "The bride." She specified, only now wondering if her approach was a tad too awkward.
aaand wanted prompts for idunn!
reason: you have a spooky ghost lady in the hallway but you can also have another spooky lady with white hair in the hallway often mistaken to be a ghost (itâs just idunn taking a night walk) flying: baby wyvernsâŚthough she has spent so many years as a puppet, a primal part of her still wished to care for dragon-looking young ones.
dm or ping me if interested!
binding blade | idunn & roy
lionswordâ:
Roy didnât even register who sat next to him at first.
He flipped through his notes, intense concentration warping his face. Reason was his weakest subject. All the more reason to learn and study hard, but he still felt nervous about missing anything important or messing up spells even when he knew what he was doing- or thought he knew what he was doing. He laid out his notebook and textbook in front of him, eyes raised to the chalkboard for any secrets scrawled between the sigils.
Well, he shouldnât neglect to at least say hello to his neighbor in the moments before their lecture.
âHello, Idunn.â He said casually, smile on his face. Roy turned back to his notes.
Hey.
âIdunn!â he gasped, fully facing her and thwacking his leg against the bench in the process. Part of him was tempted to hug her on the spot, though he wouldnât want to startle her. Also, he realized heâd been a bit loud. He lowered his voice, but was no less joyful. âIâm so happy to see you- we should talk later. I want to hear all about how youâve been doing!â
Roy seemed invested in that book of his- that was good but also a strange sight. All her memories of the boy were either him posing as a warrior before her or just a glance or two of him in the distance, usually next to one of the humans in charge of Arcadia, both watching over her and Fae as Idunn followed the young divine dragon around. Seeing Roy like this surrounded by books was an intriguing view.
She nodded as he greeted her back, eyes returning to her own notes momentarilyâŚuntil he yelled out her name followed by the entire table shaking from his leg hitting it. The dragon stared at him, her gaze slowly shifted to the others in the room- noticing some curious or startled stares here and there but not thinking much of it.
âAfter this lesson.â Maybe it was better then. If there was one thing she learned so far was that they needed to pay utmost attention to those lessons and preferably be quiet during them- which made sense. It was hard to read and write with too much noise around though Idunn had to admit that part of her felt more comfortable in more lively areas with more noise around.
Once the lesson came to its end, she carefully closed her book and looked over to Roy. They could properly talk now. âYour knee. Did you injure it?â
@lionswordâ
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misericordelâ:
just because the girlâ idunn was a dragon didnât mean there was a reason to be afraid of her. veyle smiles a little bit, being reminded of how the divine one was when sheâd first met him all those years ago. she seemed to be a little bit more lost than he was back then. âitâs nice to meet you, idunn!â her smile widens a bit, deciding that she should strive to be like alear was for her for this woman.
âi think itâs okay that you donât know how to make a charm.â she replies, tilting her head a bit. âthe most important thing about this exercise is that you put your feelings into it, not how well made it is. i understand wanting to make sure itâs made well though. i had the same dilemma making a bouquet for my brother.â she giggles, sitting down next to idunn to help more directly. veyle grabs some of the thread together, showing idunn how to start. âletâs just start with this, okay?â
Nice to meet her? Ah- she remembers that Fae explained to her once. When greeting someone for the first time, she should say that itâs good or nice to meet them out ofâŚwhat was the wordâŚpoliteness? Courtesy? The dragon couldnât remember exactly, but it was a good thing to say. It made people happy and feel appreciated, and she wanted others to feel like that. It was good to be appreciated instead of feared. âNice toâŚmeet you, Veyle.â Hoping she did it correctly, Idunn looked up at the other girl- only to notice that Veyle was smiling at her.
That was good. Fae often smiled at her, and Idunn always felt warm when she did. If Veyle was smiling at her too, it meant she was happy.
Putting her feelings on to it thoughâŚthat was going to be hard.Â
Itâs not that she didnât want to- she did, she just didnât know how to exactly. Idunn knew how to make rudimentary pieces of jewelry such as necklaces and bracelets, but they were all for the sake of decoration or to busy her mind with a simple task born from when she had to figure out a way to keep her dragonstone close to her body somewhere. A charm with feelings howeverâŚwas entirely out of what she knew.
Still, she watched as Veyle sat next to her and grabbed some of the thread. âFeelingsâŚare difficult. I donât know them.â Maybe her choice of words was odd, but she might as well say it like that because indeed- it has been millennia since she last felt something other than painful and lonely indifference to the world. âIâll try.â The startâŚsheâd watch carefully.
And thenâŚan off word. âO...kay?â Was that some modern dialect? She doesnât remember hearing that word before. âWhat is that word?â
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hot chicken is good for the soul | idunn & azelle
ignifilisâ:
A warm shelter is a welcome distraction from the incessant cold. Azelle hates how it turns his blood sluggish, all his innate body heat evaporating into invisible steam. Even his slightly higher-than-normal temperature is no match for endless days of snow and icy wind.
Now, seated as far away as possible from the door and crammed between a forgotten barrel and a subdued group of students, he thinks the edge of frost has finally faded from his limbs. His own bucket of chicken rests forgotten on his lap; itâs far too interesting watching an impressively bold young lad try and sweat through his own.
The boyâboisterous in his scoffing this was an easy challengeânow sits in the roomâs center, tears occasionally falling down his cheeks from the intensity of spices. Sympathy wars with morbid curiosity. How long will he go before admitting defeat?
Someone moves in front of him, blocking his vision.He blinks in momentary surprise at the offer. âI am cold, yes. Ah, thank you.â Etiquette demands he accept the piece of chicken, reaching out with tentative fingers. Grease immediately drips along his skin, accompanied by faint licks of heat.
Thereâs scattered applause. He wonders if the boy finally accepted the inevitable. Glancing up at the girl once more, Azelle takes a cautious bite of his deceptively innocent looking chicken.
Spicy food was never something he avoided. The extra heat was a welcome addition to most meals, so long as it was done with care. This was concocted without care. Itâs a raging inferno in the form of a chicken thigh, meant to burn from the first bite to the last.
Azelle holds the chicken away, couching into the crook of his free arm, tears welling in his own eyes. âFireâŚdoes not taste like that.â
Idunn watched as the boy took the piece of fiery chicken, nodding in satisfaction. She knew that humans especially needed to cover themselves up with cloth and other things to remain warm- and those with magic burning at their cores, so perhaps this would help as well. She heard some strange noise around them- people hitting their hands with each other, making a loud popping noise, but they seemed amused by it. OrâŚdid they do it because they were amused by something?
Humans had strange behaviors that were still a mystery to Idunn. She knew what certain facial expressions meant and she could usually tell from how their smell changed as well, but there were many small actions that they did that she didnât understand. This popping noise they made with their hands, or how at the academy in some of the quieter rooms theyâd stand there with their palms pressed to one another close to their faces and eyes closed, or how at times theyâd do a snapping sound with their middle finger and thumb to get attention instead of simply shouting or using their voices.
Their culture was intriguing, but she wished to learn all of it.
âWhat is that?â Her eyes were fixated on the crowd, but it was clear that her question was directed to the boy next to her. She then looked down to her own hands- a bit dirty with all the chicken and sauce, and tried repeating the action. She hit one palm against the other, first slowly and carefully- then with more intensity. Pop. âThis gesture. What is it for?â
Then she heard the boy cough, her attention immediately going to his figure. His eyes were teary and his face seemed flushed. âAre you sad?â Humans cried when they were upset by something, that much she knew. Was he upset by the chicken? âThis is the taste of fire. It burns inside.â In fact the sensation was still very much there, but she still took another bite as if the piece of meat was nothing.Â
âIt upsets you?â Idunn couldnât smell blood from him not the adrenaline that rushes when a human is injured or distressed, so what was was the source of his tears?
@ignifilisâ
idunn in the fod of land
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