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Post by tenebria on Mar 1, 2024 17:15:54 GMT -8
Alalëa was furious. It was rare that she got sputteringly furious, but she was now. Who was that elf to tell her anything related to dragon controlling? He didn't even HAVE a true dragon as of yet! If his dragon got out she'd wreak more havoc than any four dragons combined! His words were WAY overstepping it. In fact she was so furious, she couldn't even respond, which was quite the true rarity! As soon as he had walked off, she turned to the novice rider, about to let all her rage out on him... only to see the tip of his dragon's tail disappearing around the corner. The only one left to vent upon... was really the one who's fault it mostly was. Visilva gulped slightly. Uh oh. She had never seen her rider THIS seethingly angry before, and it was honestly scarier than any dragons anger. She attempted to quietly back up, thinking of making a quick getaway, but Alalëa's reflexes were too swift and she grabbed her dragon forcefully by her large light horn. "VISILVA! You have DISGRACED us BOTH with your FOOLISH actions! I DON'T care what it was that dragon did to you, so don't you go trying to pin the blame on her! You are the older dragon, and you should have kept your temper, no matter what! I am HIGHLY displeased, and if you expect ANY visits from me in the near future, you are EXTREMELY mistaken!" she snapped, violet eyes flashing with fury. Visilva swiftly lowered her head in abjectness, knowing when not to push the boundaries any further. "GO to your stall!" her rider thundered. With a hiss of mortification, she began padding away, the unattached and totally forgotten saddle slipping off her back and plopping into a convenient mud puddle. Needless to say.. she took to the shadows, leaving an absolutely furious rider stomping off towards the training fields. "In a few moments, it will be raining wooden limbs" would have been an accurate prediction of the forthcoming weather.
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Post by tenebria on Mar 1, 2024 17:21:34 GMT -8
Leilani's eyes narrowed slightly at the second twin's speech, somehow in her deeply buried instincts feeling the slight ring of an insult in there. But it was said with such a flourish... surely she was mistaken! Not that it was aimed at her anyhow. She gave a delicate snort of dissatisfaction. All her grooming and she didn't even get another compliment? Really, it was simply rude!
Nuana, on the other hand, completely did not notice anything wrong in the comment, and gave them both a slightly condescending powerful smile. "We are traversing the stable grounds with intent to perceive a suitable place for which we may soar to the skies." she said in a light airy tone, motioning gracefully to the heavens.
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 1, 2024 19:24:07 GMT -8
With each step away Elexian's temper cooled, he may have been swift to anger but even swifter did it fall away, and now he was left ashamed of the childish way he acted in the stables. He was still upset about the occurrences with the feathered dragon but he also knew that there were entirely different ways he could have gone about explaining things to the other riders. He knew that he should go and explain things to them, but his pride would not allow him to, not yet at least. Deep in thought he briskly and obliviously passed through much of the village and finally came to the edge, a cliff which overlooked a large pine forest that stretched endlessly toward the east a small swarm of wild Dreki completed the picturesque scene. Suddenly Elexian felt a firm hand placed on his shoulder, looking over he saw Faran's merry face, ''well you gave me quite the run around, it was all I could do just to keep up with you,'' he said with a smile. Elexian shrugged, ''just thinking.'' Faran laughed, ''aye, lost in the deep realm of thought, I seem to always have to rescue you from there lately.'' Elexian laughed, he could always trust Faran to put him in better spirits. ''Much better,'' Faran continued after hearing Elexian laugh, ''now you will be pleasanter company,'' he sat down and dangled his legs over the edge of the cliff. Silently Elexian followed his example, leaning back against his arms and allowing the cool northern breeze to brush through his hair. Faran looked at his friend, he would never ask what happened as he knew Elexian hated when people prayed into his business, instead he waited until the other elf felt he was ready.
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 2, 2024 14:39:59 GMT -8
Firasko had listened to the whole word exchange without so much as blinking. She was rather surprised at both the other elf's outbusts, but carefully waited until both of them had gone their ways before exiting the stables herself. Having a run in with an angry person was not something desirable at the moment. She carefully pocketed the vial, and gave her Crimson her promise that she'd be back later on. Halfway out of the stable she turned around again and repeated the sound for take it easy, putting as much weight as she could into that pattern, before turning around again and walking back to where she lived to keep the vial safe while she practiced some more.
When Elexian had turned to Alalea Sorgen had taken the opportunity to disappear with Regen, all the while whispering his somewhat spinning thoughts to himself. He opened Regen's stall door as quietly as possible, and motioned numbly for her to get in. Regen obeyed, her tail hanging rather limply and the spark out of her eyes. She was surprised to find Sorgen following her inside. Not good, she thought to herself. But instead of all going off on her like she had expected him to, he just sat down beside her, his back to the wall, crossed his arms, and burried his head in them. He sat still like that for quite some time, and Regen was beginning to wonder if he had fallen asleep. In fact, he hadn't, but at the moment he was basically at his wits end. He had been so sure that the electric storm dragon was the right one for him. Despite his parent's warnings, he had been sure he would be able to keep it under control. And yet here he was, for the second time that day, because someway somehow, Regen seemed to keep causing trouble. He had no idea what had actually happened or why, but it was pretty evident that Visilva and Regen did under no circumstances get along with each other. He lifted his head and sighed tiredly. "Oh Regen," he said quietly, staring at nothing in particular. "What am I going to do with you?" Regen stirred around and swashed her tail. Sorgen stood up and brushed off his pants. "You aren't going anywhere.", he told her. Regen flashed her teeth and changer her eye color to gray. Sorgen closed the stall door behind himself. "Still no." Regen lay back down and watched her rider slowly walk out of the stables, absent mindedly playing around with his dagger. He knew he should go apologize to at least Elexian, since he seemed to be especially upset about the dragons' outbursts, but he also knew that it would be wiser to do that later.
At Nuana's reply Arrow tipped his head oblingingly. "And what good and wise ideas you do have, whitewash face.", he said in his most flattering voice, noticeably winking at Harrow.
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 2, 2024 17:43:12 GMT -8
Harrow returned the wink, at that moment Elexian walked by. Harrow leaned in close to his brother, ''he's next on our list,'' he whispered. Harrow looked at Nuana concern in his face but only half paying attention, ''well now where will we find sky worthy enough for you and your flutter budget to contaminate with your airy-headed elegance.''
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Post by tenebria on Mar 4, 2024 12:18:33 GMT -8
Leilani gave a low growl at their speech, catching the wink. There was DEFINITELY something wrong in their words... if she could just put her claw on it... she swished her tail slightly, the sharp scales carving tracks into the ground.
Nuana was still definitely oblivious, too focused on maintaining her "natural" queen like motions and speech. "I shall leave that great honor to you two." she said graciously, then putting in her requirements. "It must not have any overhanging buildings, must have much sunshine, and must allow us to swoop into the heavens with the grace of the butterfly. " she said with a far off look.
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Post by tenebria on Mar 4, 2024 12:26:37 GMT -8
Alalëa muttered angrily to herself under her breath as she stormed towards the training grounds, ignoring anyone in her path, of which there were few. The expression and the faint sounds were enough to warn everyone to give her a wide berth, which all did, not wanting to incur her wrath that was obviously already at a boiling point. Stomping onto the green fields, she unwrapped Islingr from around her waist and snapped it out of it's sheath, letting out a sudden yell and cracking it through the air, the metal whirling with blinding speed as it began to decimate all obstacles in it's path, of which few were actually left what with the combined efforts of the warriors who had trained that day. But any stick that dared protrude from the ground became the enraged elf's focus and was swiftly cut to smithereens with terrifying precision.
Visilva slipped along the shadows hurriedly, only emerging when it was absolutely necessary as she traversed her path to the stables. Slipping inside she was about to curl up and begin hissing to herself about paper tongued moldy sawdust eyed sparky leech worms, when the heard the familiar steps of a certain stableboy approaching. Swiftly she dove into a shadow, waiting for him to pass... except he didn't. He had seen a motion. Krolo came to a halt outside her stall and narrowed his eyes. Hmmm... had the elf left it open earlier? He continued staring, his fiery orange eyes seeming to burn into the shadows. Then he blinked and shrugged. Better to be safe than risk her annoyance. He swung the door shut and latched, with quiet finality, the two locks before striding off again. Visilva emerged from the shadow as soon as she was sure he had moved on, then began growling and hissing in anger at all who existed in the Nest, from stableboys to her rider. None of them deserved her, she just wasn't appreciated one single bit, treated like a whelp of a dog by her own elf!! In a state of self pitying and anger, she curled into a tight scaley ball, folding her wings over herself and muttering dark things.
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 4, 2024 12:41:49 GMT -8
Arrow nodded vigorously to Nuana's statement. "Quite true, quite true.", he said, shaking his head doubtfully whilst looking at his left foot. He then looked up, as if a worrying thought had hit him. "And the place, I assume, must under no circumstances... well, SMELL bad, musn't it?"
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 4, 2024 13:00:16 GMT -8
Faran could tell that Elexian was angry about something, or at least had been. The rigid way that he held himself and more than usual whiteness of face told him a lot. Suddenly Elexian spoke, ''I almost had her Faran, she was so close. Until they ruined it.'' This short burst of speech did not explicitly tell Faran much so he had to think a bit to decipher its message. First off he knew Elexian did not have a girl, he was never interested in that sort of thing, so he concluded that it had to have been Elexian's beloved dragon. Next was pretty easy as it most likely had to do with some major breakthrough in training.... which was now gone from something ''they'' did. Faran assumed it to be stableboy or riders, but he didn't know since he rarely went to the stables, ''what happened,'' Faran asked quietly. Elexian did not answer for a little while, but then finally said, ''I almost got her to come towards me, to take food from my hand,'' his expression hardened, ''but. then some dragons began roaring because their riders couldn't control them.'' Faran looked at Elexian, ''surely you more level headed than that Elexian, you know that dragons will have their bouts every once in a while, and the stables are the most likely place for them to happen.'' Elexian looked down, all the way to the mist covered ground below him, ''I know,'' he responded, ''I just.... it....ah,'' he stopped and gave up trying to voice his feelings. Faran smiled, ''I get it brother, but these things happen and broken things can get mended, after we pick up the pieces of course.'' Elexian nodded, ''you're right,'' he rolled his eyes, ''as always.'' Faran stood up, ''what do I exist for,'' he said laughingly, ''anyway I should be off, till we meet again.'' ''Till we meet again,'' Elexian echoed.
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 4, 2024 13:16:46 GMT -8
''Right,'' Harrow said with a slight sigh that sounded dreamy but was anything but. He glanced at Arrow wondering where his brother was going with this, ''perhaps my worthy younger brother Harrow already has a place in mind,'' he said with a questioning glance at Arrow.
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 4, 2024 13:48:45 GMT -8
Arrow stared straight into Harrows eyes, as if it would somehow summon telepathic powers. “Probably the same as you, dear YOUNGER brother.”
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Post by tenebria on Mar 4, 2024 13:50:43 GMT -8
Nuana frowned delicately, a look of horror on her face. "Certainly NOT!" she said, with a bit more vehemence than she had meant to put in her tone. Swiftly she gave a light cough, resuming her queenly air. "It be sweet with the heavenly scent of roses" she said in what she imagined to be a poetic air, despite the fact that no roses grew on the nest, at least none that she had ever found. "Do you have a suitable territory for us to burst into the air?" she questioned to the twin she assumed was Harrow then.
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Post by wingfeather on Mar 4, 2024 14:03:17 GMT -8
Harrow raised his eyebrow at Arrow who was at the time assumed to be Harrow, ''well? The lady awaits.''
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 4, 2024 15:18:47 GMT -8
Arrow (Harrow) winked at Harrow (Arrow) and graciously nodded. “There is a ravishing spot by the end of the stables, not too far into the woods. It is a marvelous definitely not bad smelling clearing. Isn’t that right, Arrow?”
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Post by Chloriosus on Mar 4, 2024 17:22:05 GMT -8
After storing the bottle of black undefined liquid safely in her dwelling, Firasko strode back to the towards the training grounds, in hope of some more practice to lighten some of her thoughts. About halfway there her ever listening ears picked up the sound of vicious fighting. Firasko quickened her pace a little, then recognized the sound as the one from the Urumi sword of the violet eyed elf. The sound was slightly whistling and cracking, and sounded a little bit terrifying (maybe a lot terrifying, especially if you were on bad terms with the wielded of this weapon) She could hear it swishing through the air, and undoubtedly through a lot of other things as well. Firasko observed Alalea quietly for a few moments before shifting her gaze back towards the ground and walking quietly to the back of the training grounds, where she might practice some more moves.
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