the Rift


[OPEN] Mending [Mirage, Dragons]

Vikram Posts: 73
World's Edge Skilled Protector
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 19 hh :: 9 years Buff: NOVICE
Kachie
#1
Oh how it tormented him to sense the vague flutters of emotion from Akaith, knowing that his close ties to mare and dragon had lent him an unusual awareness of what went on behind those dark walls. It tormented him mostly because Mirage hid from him, from their daughters, from their herd, except when she deemed her presence needed. She was hiding... and he suspected she was trying to hide from herself.

He'd lately begun feeling a driving need for action, to do something for her. Doing patrols and offering to lend aid to the wall was all well and good. But that was more to help the herd, doing basic duties that was already expected of him. He needed to help her, Mirage. For her sake, for his sake. He was no healer, to tend wounds of the body, mind, or soul. He was a warrior, a dragon... and she was a little bit of both.

Evening light cast a dim glow through the trees, the air cold and biting. Plumes of condensation rose before him on each breath as he stalked the alleyways between the trees, avoiding the warm light from the fires that periodically dotted the herd. He'd left Amaris and Semira beside one, told them to stay near and stay warm for the night. But he wasn't sure how well they'd listen tonight.

Lungs expanded on a deep breath, and then he let loose a low, rumbling call. A beckoning that vibrated below the hearing of normal steeds. A call to hunt, a call back to basics. Blood-lust could be sated in simpler ways than riding to war, emotions spent redirected into something constructive. This was what he knew how to do, what he asked his beloved to fall back upon. She was the Dragonheart, leader of horses and dragons. And she needed to be reminded of the latter.

((Spontaneous Vikram need for thread, thought this would be a fun thing to do. I do encourage others to post as their dragons, but only after Mirage has posted.))

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#2
The call resonated with her soul. It vibrated through her body, causing a great tremor to roll down her spine, through her limbs, to the very ends of her silken tresses. Above her, a gold dragon trilled a warbling response, a coo, an echoing warning to the surrounds of what was about to happen. It was time for a hunt, for bloodshed that would not damage the ties she held to those she loved. The little shadow mare, who walked as nothing more than a barely-visible mirage, stopped in her tracks, nostrils flared, eyes closing as ears slid to face backwards, her reeling mind slowly assessing what was happening.

Yes, she had been neglectful, despite her hopes that she could continue on. She had fallen into old habits, and hid away from the company of others, she had pondered launching into her travels across the globe once more, as she always did when something traumatic occurred. Her siblings understood her. They guarded the borders, preventing her from leaving by foot, confronting her, making her stare them down, forcing her to either transform to leave, or else defeat them in combat; neither of which she longed to do. If she were to traverse the earth, it would be on her own four feet.

But now, the call summoned her other form, forced it flare up within her, an intense burning fire ever-growing, consuming her, blinding her with its pain. It was intense, but short for all its pain, and as she opened her eyes, she saw the world through different lenses, optics that focussed upon different things; the movement of small animals, and audits that heard more deeply the vital signs of those around her; heartbeats, breaths taken, nervous twitching. All of it flooded her senses, and with a sharp glance to the golden companion in the tree above her, the DragonHeart flared her wings, and tipped her scaly crown back, muzzle pointed to the canopy.

The call that rumbled forth was pregnant with meaning and layered with purpose. It was a dragonsong that sung to all dragons and their kin, calling forth the hunt that would take place; the bloody feast that would eventuate. Within it held a promise too; those who were residents of the Edge, kin to the DragonHeart herself, would of course, be spared from this hunt, safe, from the licking flames and biting jaws of the dragons this evening. Coiling her powerful haunches, and then suddenly uncurling them, she was pushed into the air, trenches from her claws the only marks left behind, as her wings lifted her higher, and higher.

Once above the trees, she continued to climb, sucking in a deep breath of air, heating it within her stomach, letting it fuel the embers that resided within her belly, sparking them so that when she next opened her maw, hot, golden-lined-with-blue flames spurted from it, and continued to burst from it as she made her flight a spiral that increased in altitude and decreased in diameter, moving upwards, like an inverted cone. Around her, Akaith's form could be spotted. It was a beacon for any dragons who might not be nearby, a welcoming signal, a promise that bonded and wild dragons alike could join in this hunt, so long as they respected the laws of the Edge, which Akaith would impress upon them should they arrive.

Then she stopped; breathing, flying -everything. With her bodice pointed like an arrow to the evening sky, her wings folded to her sides, and her tiara curved backwards, extending itself so that until her body followed, she was looking at her tail over her back. Like a bullet she fell then, towards the canopy that was laced with mists, the comforting bounds of her home. Wings opened as she descended, and she curved her path smoothly flat again; as she flapped, the tips of her wings rustled the top of the snowy canopy, her tail moving like a rudder behind her as she aimed to find her mate and lover, the one who had summoned this body and the one who would share in her hunt.

Tonight, healing would be had; but not until some thing died.
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Vikram Posts: 73
World's Edge Skilled Protector
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 19 hh :: 9 years Buff: NOVICE
Kachie
#3
Ears cocked to listen as the rumbling call faded into silence, not even the twittering of birds daring to break the quiet. Distantly he heard a familiar warble acknowledging his call, spreading the warning within the meanings of his cry upon higher notes, more lenient to mere horses' ears. A low thrum began, deep in his chest, as he waited... waited. Then there, it came, an answering call on familiar tones, making his heart leap in his chest and the fire within burn brighter, spreading to warm him soul and ignite another fire that he was half inclined to smother, half inclined to kindle. Instead he ignored it for now in favor of other desires.

Bright golden eyes watched attentively for signs of his mate, glimpsing her golden form rising above the trees. Rising ever higher, a gleaming beacon for all dragon-kind to focus in upon, accompanied by another, smaller but no less magnificent golden figure. His thrumming deepened, approaching the sound of the happy crooning rumble he sometimes made, as he watched the firey display of gold and blue created above him. He yearned to rise up to meet them, but waited a few moments longer. This was their moment, this glorious moment revelling in flight and dragon-hood, encouraging any and all dragons to join the hunt that he'd initiated.

Attentively he watched as the upward spiral met its climax, as jaws clamped shut on fire and wings slipped closed, allowing his beloved to plunge from the sky in a controlled dive. Only then did he spread his wings, flinging himself into the sky from the space granted by the nearest clearing. A clarion call of greeting, tinged by hungers he disdained to hide, rang out to meet her as he provided Mirage and Akaith a figure to zone in upon. He wondering if they would take lead upon this hunt, or let him continue calling the shots. Either was fine, and would be decided swiftly enough in the moment of their airborne meeting.

Destrier Posts: 180
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 16 HP: 65.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Suli :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath & Merlin :: Plain Black Dragon :: Frost Breath Dingo
#4
WILL YOU RISE ABOVE THE PAIN
OR WILL YOU SIMPLY COME UNDONE?


It had been an unusually lazy day for Wingleader and dragon. With patrols out of the way and the checking up of the twins over with, Destrier had found himself quite content to stand near one of the roaring fires, hind leg cocked beneath his towering body and his rear facing the wind. Suli herself had taken a residence in her normal spot, laying over her bonded's withers with a lay of his lengthy mane flopped over her. It was the perfect way to end a day in the mind of the little dragoness, until she heard the telltale trill of dragonsong.

Snapping her head up from its place, Suli focused her attention on the direction the call had come from. It resonated throughout the land, beckoning dragons of all kind to come and join what could only be a hunt. Deep within her, the little green could feel something churning; was it excitement, or purely instinct that was suddenly driving her to leap from her bonded's back and answer the call? Perhaps it was the fire she had yet to discover, or maybe it was a mixture of all these things.

Feeling the youngster shift upon his withers, Destrier bent his neck around to view her. He, too, had heard the call of his Weyrleader, having grown quite familiar to it during his time in the Edge, but it was easy to tell that this was not a call to her followers for a meeting. A longing, yearning expression was written all over the little green's face, and Destrier could not bring himself to deny Suli the offer she had been given. "Go," he spoke gently, and was about to say more, but it seemed that one simple word was all that the little dragon needed; with a leap, she had spread her wings and was off.

Although not as skilled as her elder kin in flight, or really anything else for that matter, Suli flew as quickly as she was able in order to reach the call of the Dragonheart and her mate. Through branches and pines she wove, moving up and down, side to side in a serpentine motion. It took her little time to locate the elder, much larger dragons of the World's Edge, and it wasn't until her violet eyes took them in completely that she outstretched her wings, curling them against the currents to slow herself and find perch on a branch which lined the clearing.

It was almost intimidating to the little green how much bigger these three were; they could take down a buck without so much batting an eye, while she oftentimes had enough trouble trying to catch a wayward hare. Would they really want her tagging along? Or would she just get in the way? Although she didn't know what it was called, a wave of nervousness washed over her, but she wouldn't be cast aside for her smaller size, younger body or lack of any extreme hunting skills. Throwing her head up stubbornly, her nostrils quivered as she let out an indignant huff, before she took to the skies once more.

A warble of greeting left her as she parted her jaws, eyes settling upon the golden form that was Akaith. Leaning one way, she aimed to go around the other dragon in a spiral before spreading her wings out, turning herself back around to face the one that was closest to her own shape and size. The display was almost playful, but this was no time for such a thing; it was time to hunt, and it was time for something to die.





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HP: 66.5

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#5
They came.

She did not count how many dragon's wings joined her flight. Akaith seemed to escort them, welcoming them, ensuring they all knew she was their queen by rank and colour, ensuring they all fell into line. Vikram joined the skies, and the little golden queen flew close to him, so close that her claws raked through his mane playfully - before she made herself rather scarce, as her bonded motioned to make a greeting of her own. Angling her flight alongside his own, the DragonHeart swiftly motioned her maw to brush along his nape, timing it between the beating of wings and the motion of their bodies. Soon after, a snarl appeared on her scaled lips, as the dragon within took over once more, with nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing upon the snowy canopy below.

It was deep winter, their chances of finding prey with layers of meat and fat were slim - but it didn't matter. As long as they experienced the chase, the bloodlust, the healing could begin.

A deep growl rumbled through her bodice, as she bowed her tiara to him, dipping a wing at him in salute - giving him the go-ahead to lead their flight this day. The equine in her was broken and battered, the dragon in her needed guidance that she was too weak to give alone. With trust and the very depths of her souls revealed to him, the DragonHeart allowed her mate to guide her through the skies and towards an eventual kill.
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Vikram Posts: 73
World's Edge Skilled Protector
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 19 hh :: 9 years Buff: NOVICE
Kachie
#6
In ones and twos and more the sky gradually seemed to fill with dragons. Mostly wild, unbonded dragons, but nevertheless they responded when a queen, two queens, beckoned. It was like beholding art, watching Akaith take control of the dazzling, wheeling flock. One green in particular caught the bronze's eye, and he rumbled a greeting to little Suli, wondering in amusement just how much of all this Destrier was catching.

Yet only so much attention could be spared for the Winglead's bonded, when another dipped close to have her own greeting. Another rumble, this one colored with crooning notes, escaped the hybrid as golden wings beat just beyond his ears, as talons tugged on ebony strands of hair in a playful gesture. But even that greeting was fleeting when the petite gold's bonded demanded her own turn at his side. He bent his own muzzle toward her as she reached out over downswept wings to touch the curve of his neck, offering a thrumming croon to the holder of his heart. It seemed to last longer, but even that moment was only the span of a few heartbeats before the golden dragon returned her attention to the hunt.

Then he knew, in the bending of a head and the tilt of a wing, that the hunt was his to lead. It was a thrill, knowing he held responsibility for leading his mate and leader, her bonded, and an entire flock of dragons on a hunt. He hadn't quite expected so many mouths to lend a mouthful of meat, and was forced to reconsider his intended prey.

They needed something bigger than a simple deer. For a moment he contemplated scouting the beaches for seals, but dismissed the thought. With this many set of wings, a lumbering sea-beast caught on land would be too easy to corner and catch. What they needed was a chase...

Decision made, he angled eastward, heading for the woods that lined the mountains beyond the herdlands. He had intents for an elk or moose, creatures that steered clear of lands roamed by magic-wielding horses and the dragons that had become increasingly common. Wise of them, but they could only run so far, so fast, when a hunt was on.

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#7
Flap.

The great golden beast was accelerated through the skies.

Flap.

Her path followed the trail of testosterone and masculinity across the open air, her eyes drinking the sight before her with a hunger that gurgled up from the depths of her very soul.

Flap.

With a rumbling assent as her mate lead her to an area that would hold larger prey, the DragonHeart was a shining golden arrow of sinew and scales above her home. It was not the death that would result from this interaction that would cure, or aid to cure, her despairing grief. No, it would be the journey, the rush, the adrenalin and the thrill that would aid in washing away those dark, depressing thoughts. They would not disappear completely, no, quite the opposite - they would be brought to the fore of her mind, exposed for all to see - for all to destroy. They would feast on the flesh of a poor mammal today, something that Mirage the mare did not find any joy in - but Mirage the DragonHeart needed it, so that she could continue on living this life she had designed for herself.

Flap.

Akaith trilled as she led the hoardes of smaller dragons, a spurt of fire bursting from her maw as she grumbled some of the bolder followers into line. This hunt was not theirs - it was her bonded's, and her bonded's mate's. Bronze and gold will fly tonight, they will fly well, and true. They will be cleansed. Her thoughts reverberated through the strings of her heart, likely singing loud and clear to those sensitive to it within their own souls and mind.

Flap.

The smell of blood entered her nostrils. The sound of a many heartbeats - a herd, a flock? - thrummed against her scaly ears. The DragonHeart flew onwards, her shadow swallowing the forms of the prey that would run beneath it. The mare inside of her pleaded her to take the weakest, the sickest of the creatures below her - but she was Mirage the DragonHeart, and only by the direction of her mate did she fly right now. Excitement fuelled her bodice, as ripples of muscle cascaded down her aerodynamic form, and an impatient groan-growl rumbled from her once again, as she snarled at her mate, in a way that was surely affectionate in some distant, forgotten draconic language.
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