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The morning began unlike any other in the middle of a Helovia Tallsun. Instead of the horizon drawing in golden glow and fiery furnishing, it retained the darkness of the receding night with the thick cover of clouds. The wind and the air remained still and hot, but the clouds hovered with the promise of something more, but not yet. Deep within the bowels of the storm heads, thunder growled expectantly.
Beneath the heavenly shade, a large owl sat perched on a lone, crooked tree. It's wide eyes turned back and forth, watching the gathering storm with a certain, anticipation. His beak clicked and ground against itself, causing a small chatter that carried across the field. Feathers ruffled all around his face, anxious.
"It comes," he hooted with a low drawl, his head spinning abruptly left, large eyes scouring the landscape beyond. Ready, his toes tapped on the bark, one talon slowly peeling the brown layer of tree flesh away. His head spun back to the right, blinking against the dour weather.
From above another rumble of thunder echoed forth, as if responding to the pale avian that hunkered below. Silence reigned, then a tongue of forked lightning lashed out, petering into the ground not far from the owl. In response he laughed, his wings spreading, though he remained in his ancient roost. "Is that all you've got!" he called back recklessly, his wisdom smothered by his wild abandon, yet age rather than youth colored his tone. He certainly knew something about this storm.
@[Amaris]
| World's Edge Philosopher atk: 5.5 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16h :: 4 years HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Dramyrth :: Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Frost Breath
Whit |
It was not a habit Amaris wished to create, this getting stuck within a storm. The girl was a strong flier, more than capable of traversing the skies through suck weather and making it home, but truly, was it worth the effort? By her side glowed a soft blue light, a soul of a dragon who once walked this earth but no longer could, except when her magic summoned him forth. Together they walked in the eerie not-quite-daylight climate, knowing it was morning despite the Sun being obscured by the pregnant, electric clouds above. It was a vicious storm, one that she had no desire to attempt and brave - lightning could be as deadly as fire, and she would know. Memories of Ampere's electric snake striking her leg flashed through her cranium, and she shivered at it, reliving the burning, tingling sensation that ran up her foreleg in the scuffle.
Listen, watch, her companion for the day spoke to her through the mimicry of a bond her magic created. So the girl did listen, and she heard the voices of the wilderness, and curiously, the hooting of an owl. Towards the great tree she went, ears pricked - suddenly a rumble of thunder overhead, an introduction to the next crackle that manifested itself in a true arcing spark. The girl pinned her ears against her skull and watched as the lightning struck, and she found herself shivering against the hot, humid air. The owl hooted again, only she heard the words it formed this time, the challenge it roared in its avian voice at the lightning that danced across the skies this day.
"I'm sure there's more where that came from," the girl's soft voice sounded against the storm, replying quietly to the bird perched above her. Golden eyes flickered from viewing it to watching the storm play out before them, the electrical energy in the air setting her nerves on fire.
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Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart
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~
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He didn't look at her, but he knew she was there. It wasn't because she was loud or obvious, and it wasn't because he had noticed her yet, but because she was supposed to be there, and so it was.
As in in response to her words the skies growled, the air charged with the tension of the poorly understood battle that raged between heaven and sky, lightning and owl. Another roll of thunder, a sound which set the bird's feathers on edge, fluffed out to twice their normal size. Rain screamed down, relentless and hard.
"Prepare yourself," he warned Amaris, or perhaps himself. Not a moment later another crack of lightning stabbed down, striking the very tree the owl had been sitting on. His wings flapped in the air, a vigorous, "Aha!" parted from his beak as he narrowly evaded the hit he saw coming. Slightly water-logged he didn't fly far, and in fact settled rather comfortably atop Amaris' rump.
It was the first time he actually looked at her, his wide eyes dark and deep as they flashed beneath blinking lids that fought off the incessant moisture. His feathers ruffled again, and he shook them quickly, expelling as much water as he could. Then, he smiled, in the way only birds can. "Can you fly still?" he asked, appraising her leather bound wings, ones which let the water roll away unlike his soggy feathered ones - his poor grooming and age surely to blame for that.
We must rise up to them, or else they will continue to hit us here. His head pivoted, spinning so that one eye watched her, while the other stared at the storm. It seemed as if there were two monumental eyes glaring back from the clouds, electricity lightning them up from behind at times.
"It is your destiny, as it is mine. The world brought us together for this cause, friend of the dragons, rider of the storm."
@[Amaris]
| World's Edge Philosopher atk: 5.5 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16h :: 4 years HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Dramyrth :: Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Frost Breath
Whit |
It was a mostly static storm, and it seemed to electrify her veins, her entire body rigid with energy, her pulse quickened, her eyes wide. The blue that accompanied her murmured soft nothings through their bond, attempting to settle the girl, but she could not, would not settle, for even as she heard his soft pleas, she heard the owl's warning cut through the eerie, silent breaks between light-shows clearer, and nearly leapt when the lightning struck true and near. But she held her ground, her nape arching magnificently as her wings reshuffled themselves restlessly atop her shoulders, her golden eyes blinking tightly shut as the bolt came so near to her, she could smell the charred wood its touch left behind. Sudden worry filled her, but the soft clutch of claws upon her rump was felt, and the girl found herself twisted around to peer directly at him, this owl, this creature who predicted with scary accuracy the strikes of lightning that surely no-one could possibly know.
The girl's honey-gold eyes blinked once, the thought of rejecting the owl considered for a mere heartbeat. Friend of dragons, the blue crooned, dancing on the stormy atmosphere above her. With a nod, the girl stretched her wings and shook them, ridding them of the droplets that had gathered, swallowing the foolish and reckless feelings she knew Tavi would berate her for should her cousin-sister ever discover her adventure this strange morning.
Somehow, Amaris had a feeling she would find out.
With a warning nod to the owl, to ensure he had substantial grip upon her hide or hair, the girl stepped forward, tail lashing the damp grass, wings testing the volatile winds. Breathing deeply, she held the taste of the storm in her lungs for overly long, and then as she exhaled, she burst forward with speed and agility, wings bent so they cut through the air with sharp ease, until the moment came where she threw herself off the edge of the Fields - and flew with the storm-owl and her dragon.
@[Blu] c:
Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart
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~
| User-based Random Event |
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He gripped her in his talons, toes tangling in her mane and wings striving for balance against her neck. Still, he was enthralled, and emitted raucous calls of joy as they erupted into flight and dove headlong into the static storm. Rain tore against his elder body like bullets, their force accentuated with her speed. Each one was a tick against his time, but he yelled out at them all the same with reckless abandon. Such had been his youth, such would be his death.
The cloud responded to the perceived assault. It seemed to lower, as if too heavy to stay adrift in the heavenly meadows. It greedily engulfed them, wrapping them up in water vapor and hazy fluff. The torrential downpour relented as they spun into the thick of it, but something worse lurked here. Its presence was dark and oppressive, rolling through the thunderhead with another growl of impending mayhem.
"He will come. When he does, strike from behind. Bite his body and take him, then it will all be over." The owl spoke softly to her, perhaps barely even audible over the chaos of the wind, but he dare not lift his tones any higher. He didn't say who she ought to attack, but he knew she would know.
Loudly he praised her, feigning ignorance to his enemy's tactics. "Good!" he apllauded his steed, his ally, his spark striker. "It comes," he breathed a moment after, his grip releasing from her mane slightly. A heart beat. One more. Then, "ROLL TO YOUR RIGHT!" he hooted hastily, soggy wings flapping hard as he disengaged from her body. Lightning hissed just between them, perhaps hitting her, perhaps not. As for him, his tail sparked, and he coughed as he bounced on his feathers from cloud top to cloud bottom.
"Face ME, SKARK!" the owl called out brazenly, and those dark eyes amid the cloud seemed to narrow. Thunder bellowed, so loud it was deafening. Before the call had even finished another fork of lightning screamed out, and the owl twisted in midair, his talon clutching the static snake that tried to plunge its fangs into him. "NOW!" he screamed, his tones pained as he struggled with his grip of the quick viper in the sky.
@[Amaris]
| World's Edge Philosopher atk: 5.5 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16h :: 4 years HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Dramyrth :: Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Frost Breath
Whit |
She didn't know why she did it, why she listened to this (deranged?) owl, this bird that definitely fitted the definition of 'bird brains'. It was peculiar, the way the bird cawed and crowed, hooted and whooped at the clouds. He called instructions, and she followed them, placing her bets (foolishly?) on the old creature's knowledge. The rain seemed only to grow thicker, sheets of it blinding except when illuminated by the thunderous clashes of lightning. Amaris didn't know if she was hot or cold - sweat rolled off her scales and pelt as the rain did, her wings beat fiercely to keep her afloat.
He will come, but who was he? What was he? Questions that would never leave her lips, though her spirit dragon called out, somehow audible over the thunderclaps that engulfed them. Still, the girl was confused, frazzled, and now getting a bit frightened - why was she here again?
Then the owl was gone from her neck, a hopeless speck against a stormy sky. Amaris wanted to follow him, to catch him, but then he ordered her to roll, and so she did - she had done everything else he had said to so far without dying (yet). The lightning scorched the air and singed hairs as it passed her, her mouth filling with the bitter taste of static air. Too close, too close, her thoughts tumbled through her tiara as she executed the owl's wishes, rolling deftly, if damply, through the skies.
When her deep, caramel eyes were still enough once more to focus upon the owl, she saw an amazing thing - the drenched bird, outlined by an amazing, static creature, not dissimilar to the one that Ampere had used against her. She did not hesitate when she saw the way it writhed and coiled, poised for attack - to hurt the owl, her owl, her friend and guide on this crazy, electrified adventure.
So she did as he bid, and struck out with sharpened, hyrbid teeth, hoping to latch onto this creature, this monster, this beast, so that she could save the one who so recklessly danced with her during this storm. As she did so, she began to forget who dragged who out into the static clouds, whose idea was it to fly amongst the lightning and wind?
We definitely won't be telling Tavi about this adventure, she thought silently to the dragon, who was lost somewhere in all the weather.
@[Blu] c:
Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart
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~
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In an instant the madness died. Quiet settled eerily, so loud for its vacancy of noise after all the tumultuous sounds. The winds didn't how, the rain didn't pour, the thunder didn't roll, and lightning didn't crack.
Well, not exactly.
There was still the humming of electricity, audible only after moments of shocking serenity passed by. In her mouth, where she had bitten, the static snake had turned into a coiled strand of leather hide, strong and sturdy with the same fierceness Skark had shown. Along the whip's exterior, a pulse of electricity survive, sparking and jerking at intervals where it built up and snarled out. She had killed him, or trapped him, or something, but whatever it was, it had to have been good because the awful storm finally ended.
The owl... he was not around. Yet Amaris might hear the beating of wings, especially as she gazed out at the rainbow that was starting to shine in the distance. <>"You did good," the wind whispered as it blew past gently, sounding like the old owl, except distant, calm, peaceful.
Whatever it had been, whyever she had come, it was done.
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