amaris An overwhelming sense of failure possessed the posture of the dragonmare, as she walked up the narrow, volcanic path of the Veins, watching with bland indifference as the blue molten rock trickled down the mountainside. The heat warmed her scales, the glow of the veins cast a purple hue across her iridescent scales. And yet, the girl's golden pools could not grasp the beauty and magnificence laid out before her - rather, she saw only the destruction the fire and flames wrought on the lands they touched, charring and scarring everything in its wake. But Amaris didn't hate fire, no, she lived it, and had grown to love and respect it after living in the Sun's lands. But what it represented, the sense of betrayal she felt, both for the Moon and now against her own herd… the mare wasn't sure which hurt the most. The worst part was, it was entirely self-inflicted. She was the one who had chosen to join the Throat, to be with her cousin, instead of return to the Edge, to be with the family that she was bound to by strings not made out of blood but rather some more undefinable. She was then the one who then left the Throat, to try for the leadership of the now-abandoned Edge, competing in a test that had shattered her confidence. She was the one who had failed (miserably) the test that had followed, made a fool of herself in front of her leader, her Sultana, the one who had trusted her in his herd, his family. Amaris had not lingered long after the decision was given, too afraid to question Gaucho too closely about it - what if he decided to turn her out for good? The dragongirl needed time to think and process. She had farewelled her mother's dragon with a soft, sad song, knowing that her mother would be privy to her depression and knowing there was nothing she could do about it. She was helpless, as well as a bit hopeless. So she thought she would attend to the patrol she was assigned this season, albeit with less grace and fervour as the last time she had gone on patrol, she would still fulfil the duties of her home, for so long as she was allowed to call it that. @[Bucephalus] & @[Morrigan] Patrol thread! I think you guys are on absent? So this is an open thread anyway C: |
[OPEN] fulfil our duty
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05-09-2015, 01:08 AM
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
hope it's okay to throw him here? :D @[Amaris]
VOLTERRA you will remember me for centuries Mother...gone.
Taken, stolen, whisked away in the night. The titanic colt had never felt so powerless as when Mother was taken, and even now, weeks later, the memory makes him want to scream his lament to the heavens. Since she was taken, Volterra has been lost, a dog without a master. She taught him everything he knows; she forced him into training far more intense than others his age, urging his body to grow and thicken at an increased rate. She burnt hate into the young mind, twisted and moulded him, and he loves her for it. Now she's gone. All he has left is his precious sister, who he would defend with his life. They are almost weaned, him and his twin, so they don't miss their dam for sustenance...but for support and training, she is sorely missed. On the beastling's shoulders, the red dragon chirps his lament, because he, too, misses the venomous mare. He sends Volterra images of burning lands and ravaged trees, of spires of rock erupting beneath Confutatis' captor, but although Volterra is impulsive and arrogant, he knows he would be no match for the Throat soldiers. Trying to take Mother back by force would be a deathwish for both boy and dragon. Vérzés has grown greatly in the past few weeks, a thick hulking creature of blood and muscle who lacks any of the svelte agility of his sire's own bonded, but he cannot yet breathe fire (or frost, as he is destined to do) and would not be able to help his bonded against fully-grown adults. So they wander, aimless, across blue-tinted rock and hewn stone that emenates power, until they see a familiar figure on the horizon. To Volterra she is familiar at least - not to Vérzés, who the colt hadn't even met then. He can't help the small smile that darts across his rugged features as he remembers their meeting, remembers his younger self bombaring her with questions. "Amaris," he greets the dragonmare, moving closer in a high-legged trot and momentarily forcing his mother to the back of his mind. He is far larger than last time they met, less fuzzy and cute, more hard lines and sharp angles. His voice is more of a rumble than a squeak, and of course he has the red dragon perched upon his shoulders who was only a distant dream last time. "Hello again." The ruby scrambles between his ears to peer curiously at the mare, fierce head tilted. [ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
05-16-2015, 11:34 PM
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
05-17-2015, 10:16 AM
VOLTERRA you will remember me for centuries The way she says his name...it has his bonded standing tall, alert, chirping eagerly back. She speaks dragon, and Vérzés understands. But there's something about Amaris that is different this time; she doesn't seem to be holding herself as she did, and the crimson war-dragon notices. She is a dragonmare, after all - almost kin to the red.
To the giant yearling's considerable surprise, Vérzés springs from his back and glides gently down, prowling catlike towards Amaris. Gently his head extends, his pointed muzzle seeking to touch the mare's fetlock in a gesture meant to comfort, whilst Volterra looks at his bonded in astonishment. Vérzés has already begun to exhibit a dark and bloodthirsty nature, so for him to display empathy is extremely puzzling to the beastling. Then again, his bonded had never met Amaris before, a mare who is closer to the draconic species than any other horse the titan has ever met. "He's never done that before," he remarks, one sharp brow lifting. Still the dragon remains stood by Amaris' leg, chirping merrily in greeting as he does when he socialises with Nymeria's black. You've grown, she says, and the yearling ruffles proudly. He has, mentally and physically. Perhaps living on his own without his mother has strengthened him even more than before, instilling an independence in him that he'd sometimes lacked. Surviving as a rogue made him hardy, and now he's doing that without the guidance and protection of a dam...It has grown him beyond his years, both in the thickness of his young muscles and the wilyness of his brain. "I have indeed. This is Vérzés." He gestures with his muzzle to the ruby. Bonding had matured him, too. He couldn't be selfish when he had a helpless hatchling to care for, and even now Vérzés is far from helpless, there is still a certain level of care that goes into ensuring the dragon lives to grow and flourish. He looks to Amaris again. She doesn't look the same, not the proud dragon-queen he'd met in his youth. "Are you well, Amaris?" he questions in his rough rumble of a voice, looking at her through earnest red eyes. He likes the mare, admires her, cares for her in his own way, and his dragon's reaction to her tells him that something isn't quite right with her. @[Amaris] [ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
05-19-2015, 05:42 AM
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
05-19-2015, 04:04 PM
VOLTERRA you will remember me for centuries The blood-dragon hears the noise, even if his bonded does not, and replies in kind with a deep, draconic rumble that comes from the very depths of his thick chest. At the sight of this invisible conversation, Volterra feels a stab of jealousy. He is used to the ruby being devoted to him and largely ignoring all others, so to see him lavishing attention on another is somewhat jarring. He quickly forces aside the emotion, though. Amaris isn't like other horses, and the yearling is rather fond of her - he cannot deny how draconic she is, so it is only natural Vérzés sees her as he would another dragon. So he simply watches the two interact through hooded eyes, ears flipped forwards in a vain attempt to pick up what they're saying.
Amaris says the red's name, then its common-tongue meaning, and the colt's head lifts, pleasantly surprised that she knows what it means. "You know what his name means?" Could it be that she speaks the language of his family? He keeps his crimson gaze level on her, watching her body language, awaiting a reply to his question - but she dodges it, answering about her physical wellbeing rather than mental, and his eyes narrow somewhat. Her voice is sharp and he hides a wince, because whenever Mother's voice grows that barbed edge, a bite or kick usually follows. Whatever is troubling the dragoness it seems she doesn't want to talk about it, so the beastling reluctantly allows the topic to drop. For now, at least. He's fairly easy to sidetrack, and swells with boyish pride when she asks how he bonded. He might be older now, darker, but he still has an almost childlike enthusiasm about dragons and is endlessly proud of how he came to meet his crimson companion. Vérzés turns back to him, powerful neck arched as he, too, prepares to listen to a tale he's heard hundreds of times before. "I came across a wild green in the Deep Forest," he begins. Such irony - a green, like his father's, and the Forest, where he first met Amaris. "She had been attacked by a massive bronze, her nest and eggs shattered. She was dying, and I stayed with her to protect her from any who may have wanted to torment her as she passed." He thinks unpleasantly of Abraham, torturing the dying. No mighty dragon deserved that. "I wanted her to be able to die with dignity, befitting her species. As she went, she gave me this look, and opened her wing - and there was Vérzés' egg. She'd managed to save it, just one egg, and she gave it to me." He swells visibly - he had received the blessing of a wild dragon. She had seen his strength, perhaps, to protect her egg, but also his empathy towards her regal species. She had blessed him. He looks fondly down at his bonded. Sometimes he's hard on the red, as Mother is hard on him; they train relentlessly, as Volterra has no time for weakness. Sometimes they argue, sometimes he feels the dragon's childlike emotions bubbling with resentment as he's forced to fly against the howling wind, but always there is mutual respect and love. The black behemoth would die for his dragon, kill for him. Everything he'd wanted as a dreamy-eyed young child, he now has. @[Amaris] [ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
05-27-2015, 07:09 AM
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
05-30-2015, 05:05 PM
VOLTERRA you will remember me for centuries He can't help but wonder where her spirit-dragons have got to. The red and the green that she'd been accompanied by, that had so enraptured the then-young colt, were nowhere to be seen. He wonders how his bonded would react if Amaris summoned the spirits again, and the thought brings a smile to his face. With a final hearty catlike purr at the dragonmare, Vérzés flaps his wings and lifts back onto Volterra's broad shoulders, nestling down into his mane but not taking his eyes off Amaris.
She reveals her spirit-dragons taught her languages, and the giant yearling smiles. "Where are your spirit-dragons today? I think Vérzés would like to meet them." Again he wonders why she doesn't have them with her. They may not be as real as the true bond between dragon and equine, but Volterra imagines their companionship is just as precious. If he was dragonless but had Amaris' magic, he would always have the spirits near him, for companionship and knowledge. Oh, the loneliness she must be feeling without them! He ruffles proudly as she comments on his story. The strength of his soul. And his body too, he hopes. Her final words bid the colt's smile to retreat, his expression growing as serious as hers. His massive head turns to touch his nose to his dragon's, a sombre understanding passing between them as the red releases a gentle chirrup. "I couldn't. Vérzés is my world. I would die for him, kill for him." He's reminded of the day with Isopia when he discovered his magic; when he thought his dragon was going to fly to his death in the forest fire. He remembers the sheer panic that gripped him, the terror at the idea of losing his mind-partner, a terror so great it had dragged up the magic from deep within his soul to protect the red. Their relationship goes beyond love, deeper than devotion, more intense than friendship. It is everything. A small, sardonic snort explodes from his nostrils. "He's all I have now. Him and my sister, Nymeria. Our mother...she was stolen recently. Taken away by a beast of a man, away from us." The bitterness in his voice is evident. He hasn't spoken of his mother's disappearance to anybody except Nymeria, so saying it aloud to a relative stranger is odd. But he trusts Amaris, likes her, and he just needs to say it, to explain why his dragon is so important to him now more than ever. Together they will grow and take back what was taken from them. Or die trying. @[Amaris] [ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
05-31-2015, 12:12 AM
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
VOLTERRA you will remember me for centuries Preoccupied. The giant yearling quirks a brow, but makes no further comment. He had always assumed that the spirits only existed when they were summoned - the idea of them having their own lives outside of when Amaris brings them into the world is alien, to say the least. But he accepts it as true, and his crimson bonded gives a small grunt of acknowledgement. In his mind Volterra can feel the dragon's disappointment - he rarely gets to socialise with his own kind save for Nymeria's black, and Volterra had told him many tales of Amaris' spiritual companions. But he hides his disappointment well, simply nestling closer to the beastling's neck and watching proceedings with a lazy crimson eye.
He watches her for any sign of reaction when he speaks of his mother; she apologises for his loss, and he's reminded of Isopia's reaction to those same words back during their killing spree. They might be hollow, but the yearling appreciates them, and nods sullenly. It is a comfort to know kin of mine will be guarded so passionately. At this, Vérzés sends an image into his head of him tearing apart an enemy of his bonded, of shedding blood for the man he has pledged his soul to. His meaning is evident, and Volterra gives an amused snort. "Vérzés says he will guard me every bit as passionately as I guard him," he says, a small grin shifting across his lips. It does not reach his eyes, however. They remain cold, hardened by the loss of his dam that brims so close to the surface now he's talking about it - he usually keeps the sorrow buried, because Mother always taught him that misery is for the weak, but try as he might he cannot purge that particular pesky emotion from his heart. He misses her, and there's nothing he can do about it. That's what drives him almost mad - a powerlessness he is not used to. With his size, his magic and his dragon, he is used to getting what he wants. He is not used to being denied anything, and his inability to protect his mother has affected him more deeply than he cares to admit. His heavy head - which had momentarily sagged - lifts again to look at Amaris as she questions him. A part of him wonders why she cares, but he passes it off as simple curiosity. After all, he is plagued by the need to ask questions, so he can fully understand it. "I am unsure of the name," he confesses. Mother had taught him of the herds, but he has no idea which one she is at. "I followed her scent when she was taken, followed it to the edge of the world itself. In the distance there was an island, but no visible way of getting to it - a prison without walls. Only the Gods know how to get there." A grunt of frustration leaves him and he stomps one heavy, feathered hoof with irritation. If only he could sprout wings and soar alongside his dragon to his mother's rescue! "The man that took her...he had the antlers of a stag but the wings of an eagle. She told us to go, so he couldn't take us too." She sacrificed herself. Selflessness had never been something Volterra associated with the World Eater, but in protecting her foals she had shown it. Perhaps blood really does run thicker than water. @[Amaris] [ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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