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// I have to get up for work in 5 hours but I am still thinking about Hresvelgrâs eye sparkle

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"So... If Niddy has adopted me does that mean I get to call you Uncle Velgr?"
â.....No.â
Get out of my house.
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Just a random idea of Hraesvelgr and Nidhogg âs humanoid form? I canât get their horns right- -lll
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Ancient Relics And Divine Power
It had only been a few days, a week at the most, she guessed, since she arrived in this world. She awoke in a middle of a vast plain that seemed to be devoid of anything friendly. Sheâd seen things flying about, but not wanting to risk being some monsterâs dinner, sheâd wisely avoided them. And considering that she was a nimble, lithe thief that was well-trained and light on her feet, the task of staying hidden proved to be quite easy.
Her experiences in the wilds of Gran Pulse had helped her refine her survival skills, which she was using. Only last night, though, had she stumbled upon the ruins which she was now exploring. Surely there was something of great value that she could take, and, once she found some semblance of human civilization, sell to help her actually establish herself, right? Still, beyond some old jewels and other tiny things sheâd managed to loosen from old walls, there wasnât much beyond weathered stone. She huffed.Â
âYouâd honestly think thereâd be more⌠maybe I just havenât explored far enough yet.â She mused, amethyst purple eyes looking towards a platform that was decently high in the sky. Her long, dark purple hair was a bit messy by now, and honestly, some would call it a miracle she wasnât dead, since her only protection was skin-tight black clothing that covered her whole body, save her head. She unfurled the whip from her side that was originally held by a clip on a utility belt, and cracked it once to get it loose.Â
âI guess Iâm heading up.â She said quietly, chuckling a bit. She used her whip to swing from whatever it could wrap around until she landed on the platform⌠and she knew then sheâd hit jackpot. She brushed her fingers across the elaborate design underneath her.Â
âI wonder who made this, and what it means? Well, whatever. Itâs mine now!â She wondered, tone a bit excited but quiet. She pulled out a small tool from her belt, and began chipping away at it, completely unaware that she wasnât as alone as she thoughtâŚ
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Zenith stood silent and imposing as it always had, with only the howling of the wind and the occasional cry of the native cloudkin to break the silence. None of this took from the tranquility of the ancient roost, as it came closer to nature with each passing century in timeâs withering embrace. All great things were doomed to this decay without maintenance, and perhaps for the better, Hraesvelgr often thought. Why now should this place stand, when what it stood for did not? It was only for the weight of his sentimentality being greater than that of his bitterness that he made what meager efforts to preserve this place that he did.Â
Chink, chink, chink....
A golden eye snapped open as the sound reached him, and the Great Wyrm let out a long, heavy sigh as he uncurled and rose slowly to his feet. Chink, chink chink...
A low rumble as he unfolded and stretched his stiff wings and tail, searching the ruin beneath him with a sharp, unwavering gaze. It was easy to find the source in the silence. A mortal. Oh, how long it had been... Still, he knew this visit was entirely unlike the company he once knew. Hraesvelgr knew a thief when he saw one.
It seemed his visitor had not taken notice of his sleeping form--a boon of the white stone of his home. There was little contrast to discern him from.Â
âThief,â he rumbled, looking down at the intruding woman with another low growl. âDost thou know what thou art desecrating?â he demanded.
hraesvelgrâs position on everything in heavensward tbh
Hey guys, I have a Red Bubble store now! While I will be adding more very soon, right now, you can get this sad mopey dragon in sticker form and even on a journal cover or iphone case if you feel so inclined.Â
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Hey there, Tumblr.
I know Iâve been quite for awhile, life caught up with me and I lost my spark for awhile but itâs come roaring right back with the new patch, and for me personally, a change of scenery in returning to school.
I would love to talk to some of you guys, and maybe start up some threads if anyone is interested. I RP here, and on Skype if you prefer that medium.Â
Shoot me an ask or a chat if you would like to start something up!
To all my old followers, thanks for sticking around--and to all my new, welcome!
Hraesvelgr:
âOne of the seven great wyrms sired by Midgardsormr, Hraesvelgr shared a love with Saint Shiva that transcended race and reason. Their pure bond quelled the hostility between dragon and man, until one fateful day when mortal treachery shattered the peace and soured the wyrmâs heart with grief.â

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Bahamut had been sitting on the massive airship in the middle of the compound, coat pulled close around his form despite him having long since found out how to fix his issue of body temperature. When he was troubled he nearly always could be found looking down at the island that held part of what remained of his brood, no matter how out of their minds they might be. So when he heard the sound of wings behind him, he didnât much move, perhaps another one of his not recognizing who he was and coming to eliminate the intruder. The complete lack of easily audible footsteps threw him off, and just as he was about to turn to see who it was, a human hand fell onto his shoulder.
That alone was enough to make him jump, quickly standing and nearly falling off the edge before he had enough thought to walk to the side. Hraesvelgr was not supposed to be here, he wasnât supposed to come and see what his brother had fallen to.
              â Hrae⌠Why are you here? How did you find this place? â
In his first venture into these troubled skies, Hraesvelgr had not sought to go beyond the barrier he had indirectly helped to destroy. What glimpses he saw of the things the barrier kept inside were deeply unsettling. Unsettling enough to eventually rouse him from his place once more and return.
The tales of Meracydians living on there, and whispers of his sisterâs name brought him back to that wretched place. It was a solemn affair, confirming this. The Great Wyrm did not keep his hopes high. Memory served all too well of how the Allagans corrupted and ruined all that they came into contact with.
He could see the remnants of his brotherâs brood pacing about on the islands below, and his sister in chains above them. The sight of that alone was enough to fill his heart with a sorrow both profound and potent.
Though it did not end there.
Bahamutâs presence was not unknown to him, and although he yearned to speak to Tiamat, he knew to do so without first addressing his brother would be a grave mistake. It was no surprise that Bahamut was here, though he hadnât planned on meeting with him now.
His approach was quiet, his expression one of worry upon the mortal guise he wore.
âBrother... It was in part by mine own doings that the shields that sealed this place were undone. These skies are known to me.â
"Hraesvelgr... We need to talk."
âBahamut...â came the Great Wyrmâs rumbling reply.
He lifted his head to peer down at his brother in his small, mortal form. With a heavy sigh, he took a few lumbering steps towards the man before he sat down and curled his tail neatly around his feet.
There was no doubt as to why Bahamut had returned to him once again. The recent events were a heavy matter upon their hearts alike. Even without words, they both knew this has gone too far.
â...I know why thou hast returned to me, brother.â