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Sirantil Valley / Re: Running to Nowhere
« Last post by Salzem on Today at 07:07:23 AM »
A loud howl would echo out seemingly through the entire forest as the woman ran, everything else falling completely quiet... afraid of the monster than now came... Salzem dashed out from the brush behind the woman, running on all fours and catching up to her easily. With his inhuman, wolven attributes, closing the short distance between him and her was hardly anything of a task. Poor sap was also running on two legs as well, further decreasing her chances of escape.

The wolf would snarl as he raised his claws up high, bringing it down in a slashing motion at the woman's back, attempting to cut her down right there with one fluid motion. If this succeeded, he'd pounce upon her, bringing his snarling, wolvish face up to her ear, snarling as bloody saliva dripped from his mouth and onto her shoulder.

He had to have a little bit of fun with this worthless animal... She wasn't good enough for his gauntlet after all.
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Name: Kilandria Black-Hearth

Age: Very old (approximately 50,000 years old)

Gender: Female

Species: Dragon

Height: 5'10"

Ethnicity: unknown

Occupation: Mother

Residence: She travels

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Physical Description
Human Form: Kilandria is a genuinely attractive woman, and no one would be able to tell how old she was without knowing her name. She has flawless skin and a stunning body. Her hair is a pale gold and hangs loosely to the middle of her back. Her eyes are golden as well, matching her hair and clothing. She wears beautiful robes of silk and other expensive materials. Most of them are off white with gold trim and designs. She also wears a metallic golden corset over her robes and a golden cape that drapes behind her. She always carries her signature staff made of pure gold.

Dragon Form: In her dragon form, Kilandria is quite large and gives off a powerfully regal energy. She is completely golden. Her form is decently muscular, though she isn't one made to attack offensively. On all fours, she stands approximately 55 feet. From the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail, she measures about 125 feet. The span of her bat-like wings is about 175 feet. Her back is plated for protection, and she has spikes at the back of her head.

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The dragoness is a mother, through and through. She has a caring and nurturing energy about her, and she's able to convince everyone around her that she truly enjoys that role. Kilandria is a very strong-willed woman who always has some kind of scheme running through her mind.

Her view of humanity is simply tender. She looks at humans as they look at cats. She finds them entertaining creatures, but don't think she wouldn't wipe them all off the planet if they angered her enough. She's a social woman, who likes to be with people.

She's incredibly manipulative and convincing in a subtle way. Some say she's able to convince humans to despise their own species.

Aside from changing her form from human to dragon, Kilandria has a very powerful shield magic. She is able to shield herself (and occasionally one other person) from abstract energies and magic. One of these energies is love and other emotions.

Mor'zat Black-Hearth: husband (deceased)
Electi Black-Hearth: eldest son
Emilia Black-Hearth: eldest daughter
Eira Black-Hearth: middle daughter
Aeizith Black-Hearth: youngest son
Kaida Black-Hearth: youngest daughter

Kilandria was married happily to a dragon for thousands of years, bringing five great children into the world. She wanted to be everything a mother should've been to them, but her own issues caused her to not completely dedicate herself to her children. They became dependent on each other, growing into strong and powerful dragons, as she had hoped all along.

Her goal was for her family to be above everyone, ruling over dragons and humankind alike. Kilandria saw them taking their rightful place on top, and she couldn't have been more proud.

Even so, she started watching what the power did to her beloved children. Practically overnight, they became consumed by their powers and a major superiority complex that Kilandria knew was too obvious. She blamed herself for their shortcomings, as she hadn't been the teacher they needed in order to fulfill their destinies.

Eventually, Kilandria saw the disapproval and angst growing between the siblings. She couldn't handle arching her children tear each other apart, and she was honestly disgusted that they would bring such dishonor upon the family name. So, she left. She and her husband travelled, trying to forget the offspring they had left behind.

In their travels, Mor'zat began associating more and more with humans. He started to genuinely enjoy being in their company and even went so far as to let them teach him an instrument. With the loss of her children to their own faults, Kilandria refused to lose her husband to the humans. She killed him that night and felt a weight lift from her chest.

After a while, she decided it was time to return to the place she raised her children, hopefully to reunite her family.



Serha Plains / Re: Family Ties (Dauphin DaGlobster)
« Last post by Dauphin DaGlobster on December 16, 2017, 06:56:40 PM »
Dehak's nap was short, more or less a couple hours. exactly how he wanted it. He made his way to Bree and Ka's quarters, observing the camp life around him as he did so. The common tents were starting to get crowded at around this time, so he picked up his pace a little.

He stepped up the door, which was simply constructed of dried thatch and grasses lashed together with sinews, and wrapped on it a few times with his knuckles.

"Grub's out, you two. Hurry up before it's gone!"
Wanderers and Independents / Chandro, Little Ball of Fire
« Last post by SilverDragonsBlood on December 16, 2017, 06:45:12 PM »
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Name: Chandro

Age: 73

Gender: Male

Species: Dragon

Height: 14'

Ethnicity: Adelan

Occupation: Trouble-maker

Residence: Wherever he wants

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Physical Description
He's far smaller than the other dragons he associates with, but he's still extremely powerful. His scales are a deep crimson with a lighter red underside. From nose to tail, he is 21 feet long, and his wingspan is about 25 feet. He's thin, built for speed and maneuverability over strength. Chandro has several horns curving backward behind his head for protection.

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"Bitch, fight me!"

That pretty much sums him up. He has a total Napoleon complex, wanting to take everyone on because he thinks he has to prove himself. He's young for a dragon and extremely reckless. Chandro enjoys using his fire power, sometimes not being able to completely control it. He tends to bite off more than he can chew when interacting with civilization, but his human keeps him in check. He doesn't like admitting that he needs her.

Fire Breath: He breathes fire!

Fire Ball: In addition to breathing fire, Chandro can completely engulf himself in fire.

Freisae: he doesn't like that he needs her, but he does
All the other dragons

Chandro's a young dragon, considering the typical lifespan. He never associated with anyone, other than for the purpose of pranking them or causing trouble.

He ended up getting himself into trouble when he set a section of a forest ablaze by accident. A woman came by with a dragon who helped to put the fire out before it caused any real damage. Something about her made Chandro instantly feel comfortable with her, and he stuck with her.

He's loyal, but always has a chip on his shoulder. He feels inferior to the other dragons at her command due to his size, so he's always trying to pick a fight to prove he can handle his own. Freisae treats him like she's his mother, constantly scolding him for acting out.



Wanderers and Independents / Seiken, Water Dragon
« Last post by SilverDragonsBlood on December 16, 2017, 06:11:38 PM »
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Name: Seiken (pronounced: say-kin)

Age: 268

Gender: Male

Species: Dragon

Height: 47'

Ethnicity: unknown

Residence: Near any shore

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Physical Description
Seiken is quite muscular, as he lives in the sea and on land. He is primarily a light blue color with yellow and orange designs scattered on him, but his underside is pure white. He stands rather tall on all fours. From nose to tail, he measures close to 150 feet, and his wingspan is about 125 feet. His fingers and toes are webbed, and he has a sail running from the base of his skull to the tip of his tail. He has golden eyes and strong jaws.

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Seiken like to believe he's an elusive dragon, misunderstood by humanity and left to wallow away in the sea. He's quite dramatic, but he does have a solid head on his shoulders. He isn't exactly fond of humans as a group, but he doesn't mind interacting with individuals every now and then. He is loyal to one woman, as he owes her his life, but he won't put himself in danger for her.

He tends to think he's a little bit invincible, as he can conquer the sea, the land, and the air, but he does know his limits.

Flight: Pretty self-explanatory... Seiken can fly, but not for long distances because his wings were primarily designed for swimming.

Fire Breath: Unusual for most water dragons, he has the ability to breathe fire.

Freisae: only human he's loyal to
All of the other dragons she commands

Seiken doesn't have a particularly fascinating history. He had a typical life for a dragon, until his incident with a certain vessel.

While swimming, he had a tragic run-in with a ship that was hunting rare sea creatures. When he breached the surface of the water, Seiken was greeted with a harpoon in the lungs. The ship's crew clearly wasn't prepared for the dragon to fight back, so the vessel was capsized. Unfortunately, in the struggle, Seiken had gotten himself wrapped up in the harpoon's ropes and sank with the ship.

He was saved from drowning by another dragon and a human woman. She healed his injuries and began helping him return to the water. After the incident, Seiken wasn't exactly comfortable with the sea, but she helped him get his confidence back.

Now, she and her other dragons are his family. He is loyal to her, always ready to fight for her and be at her beck and call.



Serha Plains / Re: Dealing with Dragons (Glob!) [M]
« Last post by Dauphin DaGlobster on December 16, 2017, 06:01:19 PM »
That had Merradin chortling to himself. He was grinning like a bastard even as he turned to face her. The main buckles were near his chest, which he presented to her as he sat down on his haunches.

"Go on then, Ser Knight. Undress me."
Wanderers and Independents / Freisae Norkait, Dragon Mercenary
« Last post by SilverDragonsBlood on December 16, 2017, 04:46:50 PM »
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Name: Freisae Norkait (pronounced: fray-sigh nor-kite)

Nicknames: Frei, Kait, Commander

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Species: Human - descendant of dragons

Height: 5'8"

Ethnicity: Adelan

Occupation: Mercenary General/Dragon Commander

Residence: Wherever she's needed

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Physical Description
Freisae is a taller woman with a beautiful form. She has a darker complexion with perfect skin. Her eyes are quite dark, sometimes mistaken for black. Her hair is jet black and falls loosely to her hips. Her lips are full and painted red, though they won't usually sport much expression. She has a skull tattoo on her right forearm, as well.

Her clothing is typically attractive, but also quite functional. She wears dark grey pants with a violet stripe on the outsides of the legs that are tucked into black leather boots that reach her knee. The boots are heeled, but they are wedge heels, so she can still fully operate as though they weren't. Freisae wears a white top with lacey parts covering her in a classy manner. She has a brown underbust corset with a golden watch on it.

She loves wearing gloves, though none that cover her fingers. She keeps a red flower in her hair and a pair of stud earrings. She also usually has a cigar within reach.

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Freisae is a powerful woman, and she is well aware of it. She has loose morals, which can be bent when she wants them to. She's as protective over her dragons as they are over her. She's loyal to herself and her dragons, not to humanity or elf-kind or anyone else.

In general, Freisae can be kind of manipulative. She can usually tell what people want by the look in their eyes, but she'll never automatically assume she knows everything. Very willing to listen, the woman has extreme patience. Dealing with dragons, patience is absolutely required.

She is quite confident, sometimes verging on arrogant. As a descendant of dragons, Freisae has a connection with dragons that isn't exactly normal. She befriends most that she meets, preferring them to human company.

Communication: Freisae can understand and replicate nearly every language; spoken, written, signed, telepathy, etc.

Bonding: She has a power over dragons and other draconian creatures. They tend to trust her instantly, and most of them are quite loyal to the woman.

Healing: Oddly enough, Freisae's healing power only works on draconian creatures.

Combat: She's an expert with the sword, often sought out for lessons.

Her dragons...
Kandri (WIP) - her primary mount, best friend, and protector
Seiken - a water-based dragon who she saved from a shipwreck and rehabilitated
Ediro (WIP) - a relatively peaceful dragon who she healed from a lightning strike
Akirth (WIP) - a grumpy dragon who she was the first to befriend
Baylrys (WIP) - a regal dragon who hides the fact he's blind by Freisae being his eyes
Brotoc (WIP) - a prideful dragon who she saved from freezing to death
Chandro - a malicious dragon who only obeys her because he gets himself into trouble
Amini (WIP) - a vain dragon who is a bit of a gossip with Freisae
Saipior (WIP) - a mysterious dragon who she wasn't able to save, but instead gave new life
Zapoa (WIP) - a skittish dragon who Freisae is teaching not to fear her powers
Xedor (WIP) - a powerful dragon who she found and raised from a hatchling

Freisae had a difficult upbringing as an only child with neglectful parents. She never had a friend in the world because she was considered strange. Her parents were drunks, and though they weren't abusive, Freisae had to figure out life basically on her own. She grew up with her parents telling everyone that they were descendants of dragons, but no one believed their slurs. Freisae held tightly to that because she wanted to believe it was true: she wanted to believe that she was powerful.

When she was fifteen, she ran away from home. Tired of her home life, she left and learned how to fight with a blade extremely well. She stayed in Adela when she found what she thought was a dead dragon egg. It turned out to be alive and hatched a green dragon.

Over the years, Freisae discovered that she had a natural connection with dragons. She truly believed her parents then, learning that she really did have dragon blood in her veins. She traveled, rescuing dragons from poor situations and slowly creating her own personal army.

Now, she travels all over the land. Her dragons are her pride and joy. She takes jobs for money, though not many people will come after a woman with eleven powerful dragons at her command.



Sirantil Valley / Re: Aggressive Interrogation (DragonSong)
« Last post by Kingfisher on December 16, 2017, 03:49:29 PM »
By this point, Joshua had slipped out of his jacket, clad in his loose fitting spock as he glanced at the woman.  "I thought I said you could take the bed."  Indicating the chair, the smith explained, "This was where I meant to sleep."  Pulling up one of the blankets, he threw it over his shoulders like a cloak.  Then a thought came to him.  "Was there anything you usually do before going to bed?  A change of clothes?  I can step out if you needed any privacy."  It seemed unlikely she would do so, but he put the offer forward.
Essyrn / Re: In Constant Search of the Right Kind of Attention
« Last post by Dauphin DaGlobster on December 16, 2017, 03:17:35 PM »
"What is there to get, Kitty?" Atiq said, relaxing into the chair more as the herbal mix in the hookah's chamber filtered through his body. He scratched at her tail's base for a bit longer before his fingers trailed back up to the base of her neck.

"Smoke goes in and out, good feelings stay."

He shot her a smirk.
Tuor Ocean / Re: Why is the Rum Always Gone? [M]
« Last post by Dauphin DaGlobster on December 16, 2017, 03:10:04 PM »
Gar was a bit longer for the world, staring up at the wooden ceiling of Isabeau's cabin, listening to the combination of gentle pattering with Isabeau's soft breathing against his skin.

Thoughts both fanciful and worrying danced through his mind. He'd never been this invested with someone on the ship. Sure, he was chummy with the lads and even true friends with a couple of the older ones, but...

...but now, he was tired.

Shrugging the thoughts away for later consideration, he decided to work on the more immediate objective of sleep. Adjusting his head slightly, he closed his eyes and let the rocking of the boat lull him to sleep.
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