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05-10-2013, 12:16 AM
Mirage the DragonHeart We welcome another today.
Another? How many younglings are we to have within our borders, in such an odd season too.. Not a youngling. A hatchling. Joyous chortles echoed from the maw of the little queen, who promptly took to the air, carving a path through the canopy where she would greet the newest of her kin to be born within the misty confines of her home. The little shadowmare that was her bonded watched with a smile upon her lips, before she looked to her daughters, who laid nearby. "Come, we must not miss this." Was all she said, before she bowed her chin to her chest, and called upon the magic that would change her body. From the tattoo upon her neck brightness seemed to swallow her, consume her, fiery and violent in its method and just as painful, until there stood a golden dragon where the dark femme previously was. The daughters had seen this before, but it still caused looks of amazed delight to animate their golden irises as they beheld their mother, the dragonness, the Queen in so many more ways than simple rank. "Follow my shadow," she instructed to them, leaping through a gap in the canopy above to follow in her bonded's wake. The dragonsisters promptly obeyed, keen to know what had caused such excitement in their mother, and in Akaith. With a rustle of leaves and the flapping of wings, both queens landed nearby - one, small enough to sit amongst the treetops, her weight supported by a thick branch, the other, upon the ground, her kind eyes seeking out the dark form of her WingLead, spying near him the small, pale bodice of Sakura. A low song hummed from her throat, akin to a feline's purr, as Akaith added her own musical serenade to the atmosphere above her. The daughters were not far behind, each of them coming alongside their mother, each of them gaining a wing draped over their own winged, scaly shoulders. Slowly, cautiously, they approached as a group, kindness softening their facades. Akaith flew a loop of greeting above them, diving to get a closer look at the green, the newest member to the family, the herd. "Sakura speaks the truth; beauty defines her. A fitting name, Destrier." Mirage proffered kindly, nodding in greeting to him, smiling wider as her daughters each purred a draconic hum within their breasts at the sight of the little hatchling. Cousin, they were thinking, even as Akaith alighted upon Semira's back with enthusiasm. |
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