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dragonborn - Volterra - 01-09-2015 @[Amaris]
RE: dragonborn - Amaris - 01-10-2015 @[Volterra] How long had it been since she had wandered these woods?
Years, was the answer. The golden child reflected on the stories of this realm told to her by her mother and father. Of when the Qian resided here, of a time before the World's Edge became their home. Amaris reflected on the story of the Qian's victory, and of her mother's words to her at the end of it; Pray you never need to experience war, my darling girls. But they had experienced war, hadn't they? Her mother had stolen the children of the enemy in retaliation to murders and disappearances in their own herd, and the enemy had struck back by bringing war to their borders. Amaris and her sister and cousin fled to the Throat for safety - but then war found those borders too. United against the enemy, the allies stood and defended their homes. Amaris had seen war, and she did not want to see more. But those stories of the Qian's residing here were from before she was born. Before her parents had even claimed they loved each other. The last time she had been here, she stood by her mother's side, over the body of their fallen friend, Torasin. Even as the dragon-girl walked through the moonlit forest, she reflected upon the circumstances that brought her here first. The pillar of ice, stained crimson with blood, piercing the centre of the gold and white bodice of the stallion.. The girl sighed, inhaling deeply, holding the scents of the forest within her before releasing them. Being omnivorous, she knew the scent of blood, she was attuned to the sound of it pulsing through the veins of prey - but this forest seemed to pulse with a life of its own, an ancient beat that breathed life into every tree and shrub and animal that wandered beneath the thick canopy. It wasn't uncommon for her to catch the scent of a fellow equine. Naturally, she did not feel inclined to think of that scent as prey, but rather as identifying another equal, another potential for a new acquaintance, a new adventure, a new journey. She paused her steps, shutting her eyes as she pulled upon the magic that sang with her soul. A smile curved the velvet edges of her maw as she summoned a red and green soul forth, the draconic spirits glowed like lanterns, enlightening the dark abyss that stretched before her. They appeared with a colourful trill, their draconic music echoing through the timbers as they weaved and danced a path ahead. The green swirled mostly over Amaris' own tiara, the red darted out ahead, and the dragon-girl followed with smooth, easy steps. Golden scales glimmered an eerie green hue beneath the glow of the green that floated lazily above her. As she approached the red lake, she watched the crimson lantern float over the air, watched as it danced over the crimson lake, and barely noticed the strange, glowing crimson eyes that had potentially trained themselves upon her already. Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart RE: dragonborn - Volterra - 01-10-2015 @[Amaris]
RE: dragonborn - Amaris - 01-11-2015 Movement startled the girl's head up, as she watched the stag depart the crimson lake's edge. Ears pricked, and keen, draconic eyes tracked the beast's rapid exit, nostrils breathing in the musky scent as it rolled across the expanse of the lake. But there was another - the equine from before. The green and red met in the sky above her, just below the canopy, illuminating the shadows - and something else.
It moved towards her, scarlet eyes aglow with youthful curiosity, bald face giving her a point to identify against an otherwise midnight hide. The girl does not shift or move as he approaches, for by the lights of her spiritual friends, she is able to see his youthfulness - absently, she does wonder whether his mother knows that he wanders so freely in the wilds after dusk, but then decides it is not her burden to worry about - and she almost reflexively goes through the motions of making herself appear less, less threatening, less dangerous, less dragon. But his question, abruptly breaking the silence with its demanding, questioning tones, causes her to pause her motions, and lift a brow in simple interest. Above her, the dragons sing a low, harmonic song, which sounded like the precursor to a warning of danger, an alarm to set one's nerves on edge. Beneath their eerie glow, the girl transforms; she is a equine and dragon hybrid trying to look more equine; but now, her nape arches as her ears turn backward atop her sharply angled skull, her eyes narrow their gaze as her wings lift from her sides, making her seem all the larger and more draconic. To polish the image off, her tail swung from side to side, a glint of the scythe within the caramel hair flashing in the moonlit night. It was not an intentional act, but something instinctual, something she could hardly control; it was like breathing, impossible to resist. It was her inner queen, the golden draconic half of her blood rising to the forefront, overtaking her equine heart and filling it with things far more wilder and lustier, altogether more dragon. Amaris the hybrid did not exist for a moment. Amaris the Queen did. Her crown tilted as she peered down her nose at this colt who dared to ask what she was. Was the answer not obvious? But then something happened. Like a ripple, a trickle, a wave washing over her, suddenly she was back, the hybrid returned, the equine mare, altogether softer, gentler and much more kind resurfaced. The fire of the dragon still hummed in her heart and soul, but its case did not so obviously display it now. Still, she wore an expression of mild interest, her ears pricked forward, her brow raised as with a small, barely-there smirk she answered the boy with yet another question for him to consider, in a smooth, deep, melodic voice that could only be described as unique to the dragon-girl. "What do you think I am? @[Volterra] Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart RE: dragonborn - Volterra - 01-12-2015 @[Amaris]
RE: dragonborn - Amaris - 01-14-2015 The dragon-girl almost preens as the stare of the boy caresses her. In the midnight light, she was illuminated green and red as the spirits weaved and danced about her, swaying to a beat so ancient and wild it was a wonder the entire forest was not swaying too. Every now and then, the red would trail closer to the colt, as if daring him to touch her illustrious, elusive form, before trilling a laughing bell and returning to the dance with her brethren.
Amaris watches them silently, feeling their power swirl around her. Control was an illusion; they were souls who had lived their own lives, some wild, some bonded, all of them able to communicate with her in their largely varied ways. Some rarely spoke, some did not know the meaning of silence, and others still simply sang a sad, musical song to the girl. The red today was one Amaris had not met before, and she was devilishly playful and wilful, surely a wild drake in her previous life. The green crooned softly at the back of the golden girl's mind, amusedly pointing out the transformation that the belle was herself unawares of. More dragon? she questioned the green silently, wondering what it was the wizened one spoke of. How could I become more of what I already am? You became the queen your mother was, the green simply said, not speaking of how she knew such history. An image of the draconic body her mother could transform into flooded the girl's mind, but she was left to ponder the thoughts on her own, as the green fell silent within her thoughts and simply continued to weave majestically about her hybrid form. The boy seems to assess her further after her query is posed, as if he had an answer on the tip of his tongue that he had reconsidered giving. Surely it was an easy enough question to answer, surely the boy, an equine one at that, had heard stories of dragons, of their ability to bond with only those who possessed enough equine blood in their veins. Though.. He was only young, and perhaps he was not a native to Helovia - maybe he came from lands where dragons did not reside. Impossible, the green's sultry voice echoed within her mind again, dragons are everywhere. Just not everyone know how to look. His voice finally breaks the silence again, this time with an answer, a response, a guess. In an instant the dragon, the queen has returned, and she preens before him, sniffs her regal nose in a scoffing, mocking laugh. But with a flick of her ear, the girl is back, and her golden pools hold a softness to them that the queen's did not. Quietly, the girl murmurs, in her honey-sweet, silken tones; "nay, the gods of this land would not be so easily caught by something so small." She had not meant for her words to be cruel and mocking, and her tones were gentle as they delivered them, but it was an afterthought that said she had been too harsh with them. "I am Amaris," she adds, hoping that by giving herself a label, even if just with her name, she might encourage the same from him. And always, the girl wondered at the queen that kept surfacing from within her, wondering at whether it was voluntary or not, at whether it would keep happening, whether it might affect her life, whether it was normal or not - but how could one define 'normal' when one was part dragon? @[Volterra] Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart RE: dragonborn - Volterra - 01-14-2015 @[Amaris]
RE: dragonborn - Amaris - 01-16-2015 The response elicited from the colt does everything to amuse the devious child. The dragon does not usually take pleasure in mockery nor bullying - and indeed, she had not intended her words to be taken so - but in the event that they were interpreted that way, she could not help but find his indignation and sheer denial of the fact utterly hilarious. She did not laugh though, not wanting to shame him further, but instead a low purring sound seemed to start somewhere between the region at the back of her throat and the area where her neck connected to her barrel. It was a sound unique to dragons, a croon of pleasure that could also be soothing to hears who appreciated it.
The boy's demeanour changes as he begins introducing himself, becoming flushed with confidence and a strange longing? The girl did not know what to make of the expression - did he long to be like her? To have companions as she did? It was a new reaction, a new situation for her to deal with. Greed was never something she had come across - no, she had come across it before. Before her sickness, before she had joined the Throat with her cousin, she had gone to the Endless Blue, and had seen a creature step through a portal to live upon these lands. But a mob awaited the creature, and the girl was ashamed to say that she had helped its destruction by doing nothing at all to stop the others from killing it. An egg had rolled from the monster's womb; Amaris was reminded of the greed that had driven the mob that day, for what else could have driven all of those souls to be so violent, if not for some kind of gain? Companions shouldn't be treated as a commodity, she sighed internally, reflecting on the memory with a sadness washing over her. She received nothing but ominous silence from her glowing friends, who preened themselves before the boy, pleased (as dragons were prone to be) by the admiration. At Volterra's query upon her appearance, the girl reapplies the smile upon her features. It was such a unique question that she could not help but find pleasure in providing a response. Her voice took on a mystical tone, her eye filled with the thrill of being told this tale for the first time, and the joy she felt that she was able to tell it again. "I was told a tale once, of a beautiful mare, her coat as pale as the Moon, that shined as bright as the Sun. She met a steed as dark as the night, and together they found love. But by the time the stallion rose the next day, the mare had disappeared. "She had returned to her true home, where she shed her equine form and became a silver dragon." Here, the golden child paused, considering the colt with her honey-coated gaze. "I am not speaking of a dragon who bonds with equine souls, like my friends here, or your father's dragon. I am speaking of a dragon queen whose teeth were longer than your face, whose wings could fell forests with a single beat." She spoke seriously, in the tone of a being who had met this mystical creature. And indeed, Amaris had - the queen she spoke of was her grandmother, her father's mother, and she ruled over the lands they had visited during the times of darkness plaguing Helovia. "She laid a clutch of eggs," the girl lowered her tiara to the level of the colt before adding, "all of them much larger than you," she winked to soften the taunt. "And from one of the eggs, hatched a bronze dragon like no other. The tail of a dragon swung heavily behind him, and yet he walked on hooves instead of claws, and ate grass instead of meat." The last part was not a complete truth - just like her father, Amaris was an occasional omnivore. "His name was Vikram, and he is my father." Having finished her tale, the girl shuffled quietly, awaiting a response from the boy, wondering how he would take the tale of her heritage. @[Volterra] Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart RE: dragonborn - Volterra - 01-16-2015 @[Amaris] also this is totally vol right now
RE: dragonborn - Amaris - 01-17-2015 The colt's tones of wonder, (or more specifically, tones of woah) encouraged the girl to keep the smile upon her face. So filled with doubt, even a hint of fear, at being rejected, like she had so many times before. Rejected purely for her appearance; but no, this colt had already accepted that. But now, she had something deeper to fear - would he turn away from her now that the mystery of her creation was exposed?
Fears were unfounded as a multitude of questions flooded from the boy's mouth then, clearly still enraptured by the dragon-girl who stood before him. A warmth rose behind her eyes as the joy filled her, and she blinked back the shininess that threatened to overflow, the happiness that expressed itself through her tear ducts. Amusement also fuelled her, as he seemed to suggest she eat him, rather than fear it. Light, warm laughter bubbled up from her chest, not mocking or insulting laughter either, but sheer, complete joy. His query about her mother would normally give her pause, and while she wasn't about to elaborate on exactly who her mother was, nor what she had done in her life to shape the Helovia they lived in today, she found herself easily falling into the sway of an appropriate response. "My mother was a queen of course." As she emphasized the word queen, her wings lifted slightly from her sides, her scales shimmering in the curious lights glowing from the spirits of her friends. What she had said was completely true; her mother had been a queen, a golden one when she held her draconic form, as well as a true one, a leader of the Qian, the family to which she was born into. The subject of her birth however was one she glossed over. Though she knew her mother loved her deeply and truly, there was a lining of guilt associated with the golden-child's birth. Amaris' own tail had been the cause of would-be fatal internal bleeding, had her saviour in gold and white patches not arrived, wielding his powers of healing and saving her from the unknown abyss of death. So instead, the girl reached out with her maw, drawing her lips back into a toothy grin that showed off her sharpened canines. But she did not strip flesh from his bones, she merely blew a warm breath over his dark pelt, and gently rubbed her velveteen whiskers against his shoulder. "Hmm," her honeyed tones murmured as she thought about just how she could tease and taunt him some more. "No," she retracted her tiara as she spoke, shaking her crown slightly as a serious expression settled upon her hardened features (though her eyes still glistened with a hint of amusement). "You're much too small. Not nearly enough meat to satisfy my hunger." @[Volterra] Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart RE: dragonborn - Volterra - 01-17-2015 @[Amaris]
RE: dragonborn - Amaris - 01-19-2015 Though his question to further specify her mother's identity surprised her, the girl hid it well, refusing to be flapped by the boy's inquisition. His was a question the girl had asked herself many a time - where Amaris was a dragon and an equine, so too was her mother, but in an entirely different way. Mirage was born one way, but could become another at will; she was a queen both in the rank she once held as an equine, and in the brilliant golden body she could so easily slip into and out of. The girl remembered the foolish time when she envied her mother's ability to hide her draconic features - it was not until Amaris had travelled to the lands of her father, and been accepted purely for who she was, that the girl had let go of the childish jealousy and begun to also accept who she was in this world. She was Amaris, there was no other way to define her.
"What do you think?" she asks the boy again, her brow arching with a playful challenge. Truly, there was no incorrect answer, and Amaris was not going to shed all the details to him simply because he asked her multiple times. As her nostrils dip closer to his pelt, she breathes in the wild scent of him, unable to place a single location upon his hide, instead learning that he must be an Outcast, or at the very least, the offspring of Outcast. Gentle laughter erupts from her muzzle as he insists that she will want to taste him when he is older - mostly she is internally relieved to learn that he has an active father figure, which she hoped meant he had some semblance of home and family. "Perhaps," she admitted coyly, though truly, the thought of eating equine flesh was one that had only ever been met with disgust and abhorrence within the girl; she would never commit an act to be called a cannibal. The dragon spirits had slowed in their dance, mostly they hovered and drifted above the girl's tiara, and as she followed the colt's gaze to them she could not help but smile at the pleasure the presence of their spirits brought her. Another question dropped from his lips (does it ever end?), and the girl found herself far more happy to elaborate on what she knew about her magic. "In a sense," she admitted to him, laughing lightly as the green came to rest upon her poll. Its touch was both warming and cooling, peculiar, foreign and yet comforting. It never ceased to amaze her just how intimate touching another creatures very soul could be. "We are not bonded through traditional means. They are soul-lights, spirits of dragons who once lived, but no longer do. My magic gives them a passage back into this world; they live again, however briefly, through me." It was the simplest explanation she could muster, though she knew more questions were likely to come from the boy. Amaris allowed another gentle, lilting laugh to drop from her muzzle as the red dragon dropped from the sky to try and land upon the boy's muzzle - they seemed to be able to physically touch others or pass through them at will, and it was a sensation the dragon-girl never grew used to; she wondered what the boy would think. @[Volterra] Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart RE: dragonborn - Volterra - 01-21-2015 @[Amaris]
RE: dragonborn - Amaris - 02-19-2015 The little queen gave no inclination either way about his answer to her final question about her mother. She merely peered at him with hard, gilded eyes, allowing (or forcing via starvation of answering his every query) him to come to his own conclusions; to draw his own opinion about something. It was a curious experiment for her, to see how others took to limited information and assumed the rest - she would not correct him if he were wrong, nor would she confirm that he was indeed correct. It was a pivotal lesson for her to learn, one that even allowed her to relax about what others might think of her - nothing would change their minds except hard evidence, and she could only give them that evidence (that she was a kind, warm soul, not a bloodthirsty mindless dragon) by being herself, unburdened by insecurities and worries.
A smile pulled at her lips as he exclaimed at her magic. Once again she chose not to delve into further description - yes, they were alive again, but only temporarily. It was proof enough for her that there was some kind of 'life' after death, for the dragon often chittered about events that certainly could not happen within this dimension. It gave her hope that she had not been able to call upon her mother's dragon, Akaith. It fed her denial of their death. He asks her an unexpected question then. Amaris gives him a slightly quizzical expression before digesting the information more completely, replacing her warm smile upon her lips as she leaned her muzzle down to brush him comfortingly (and almost affectionately) upon his shoulder. "In my experience, bonded dragons only intensify all that is within their bonded. So her love for you will not diminish; rather, it will grow as her bonded feels that love." So too, she thought solemnly, will any dark traits intensify. But she only added that last bit to herself, not wanting to burden the colt with such weighted philosophical wanderings. The red that accompanied her trilled suddenly from on high, causing the girl to glance upwards at the dark canopy. It tugged on her through their connection, and she was suddenly flooded from both her glowing companions to move now. It was not a dangerous need, but more a playful, let's get going move. Amaris sighed, unable to ignore their pleas. Lowering her gaze to the crimson pools of Volterra once more, she spoke softly. "I must be leaving. Take care, Volterra. Until next time," and she bowed her tiara to him (not lowly, but rather as a queen might wave aside her onlookers) and turned surprisingly lightly upon neat caramel-dipped limbs, moving off into the darkness like a strange wraith come back from the dead. @[Volterra] SO SORRY for the wait. Amaris muse just poofed on me for a bit. Thought I would wrap this up - feel free to reply, or not, either way, Amaris out xD Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart |