Once upon a time [questing]

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[OPEN] Once upon a time [questing]

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780

Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0

Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB

Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd

03-13-2017, 09:42 AM

ISOPIA
In reality's shadow the blind see best.

Babel, of course, rises to greet the golden queen immediately. His onyx eyes glint as he lifts off. Because his body is still so new and supple, he has not entirely mastered flight in a way that one would call graceful, and so the golden king limits his movements to ones which he has honed and practiced, so as not to embarrass himself before his larger and more astute counterpart. Flame leaves her lips and the gold feels the inkling of something smoulder inside of his belly, but of course it will be months before flame ejects from his own lips as it does hers. Instead, he curls his head obediently and respectfully in greeting, offering a submissive pose just as long as is necessary, before curling is own gracefully-growing neck and offering a wry grin.

Hubris, unbothered by this gaudy golden display of power and stature (he is a royal too, and older than both, they might remember), trills a happy greeting to Vérzés and waves.

Isopia's golden eyes roam to where the trio has come, and although her body is lathered in sweat, Volterra is practically drowning in it. His dark pelt is mottled by bits of foam, making it appear as though he had just come from the sea-shore, rather than the desert sands. He smells of man and musk, but because she has only the visual memories that Hubris has given back to her and not any of the accompany sensory accompaniments, his scent does not trigger anything feral or lustful in her, as it once had.

She does however, take his bait.

"Yours?" She asks, golden eyes appearing curious. Once, she might have given him a lecture on how no one could own the sand upon which they currently stood, but she had grown in her understanding of the conventional ( and sloppy) way that Helovian's often spoke, and so she took her words as she assumed he meant them. As an indication of leadership. "You are the Sultan then? Alongside Aithniel?" A memory prickled, a reminder of the anger she had once felt about what she has perceived as betrayal. Even now her mind understood that she should be angry, that she should see something perverse about Volterra, her once-lover, ruling alongside her cousin, but this poisonous thought did not extend to her body. Instead she regarded him calmly, waiting for him to confirm or deny her assumption.