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Post by tenebria on Feb 20, 2024 14:48:24 GMT -8
Alalëa strode swiftly towards the stables, a look of purpose on her face as she moved down the row of stalls, glancing slightly over at the other dragons now and then. A ways down she noticed someone in one stall and slowed slightly, only to snort softly to herself as she recognized the novice dragon rider girl, cleaning her own dragons stall. Seriously, those novices over used themselves in the most unnecessary ways! Did they not realize the reason stable boys existed? Moving onwards, she finally came within sight of her own dragon's stall, a faint smile slipping onto her face... until she saw the empty stall. Her gaze darkened. That dragon! How on earth had she managed to get.... Alalëa ground her frustrated thoughts to a halt, her eyes narrowed as she saw that the lock on the door was still firmly fastened... both of them. Her sharp gaze swept the stall, then fixated on the natural shadow of the wall. "Visilva, we're going for a ride, so unless you want to truly be stuck in here all day, I suggest showing yourself" the elf said in a straightforward tone with a warning note to it. For a moment there was silence, then the Shadow dragon stepped out of the shadow, looking around in pretend surprise and giving an equally fake yawn. Alalëa glared at her, not buying the act, then turning to walk away. Visilva couldn't help but let out a slight growl of surprise. Did she not get to go on a ride? The elf turned back to her with a snort. "I'm getting your saddle, Visilva" she pointed out in a mildly frustrated explaining tone. Visilva blinked, then snorted and turned away. Hmph, what did she care? She preferred Solo flying 100% more. Totally. Without a doubt.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 20, 2024 15:08:39 GMT -8
Elexian set up five targets in a row at various distances from each other, and at differing distances from himself, the closest being at sixty feet. Then nocking two arrows he released and did the same with the rest each hitting the target except for one which hit the border of the target. Still too simple, he said to himself, I must find something harder. He looked around briefly and noticed a can made of tin lying on its side about seventy five feet distant, nocking an arrow he aimed, fired, and missed. Elexian's face clouded and he kicked up a clod of grass. Swiftly he cooled himself and tried again, and missed again, it fell short about half a foot. Again he tried but failed, now his mood became black, enough archery for the day, he thought without even bothering to unstring his longbow.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 22, 2024 11:12:53 GMT -8
A ways off from the dragon stables, Sorgen sat perched downcast upon a fallen log, his head in his hands. It was apparent that his mother had given him quite the talking to. He began pondering why he seemed to be cursed with some form of bad luck, that sill mishaps followed him wherever he trod. His big problem was his overthinking, for worrying and such was a thing he did A LOT. His thoughts wandered to Regen, whose character was the polar opposite of his: thoughtless, mostly reckless, and care free. Yet they still shared some qualities, such as their enthusiasm (for some things), and their general inexperience. Sorgen repositioned himself on the damp log, but his foot slipped, and he tumbled down backwards, his leg landing on a rock. He slowly gasped for breath, his wind knocked out of him, and slowly made his way back to where Regen was unexpectantly waiting for him. He petted her between her ears thoughtfully, his thoughts wandering again. A small zap from Regen brought him back to earth. "Regen, I told you not to do that!", he said, trying to look commanding to his playful dragon, which, after seeing his hair stand on end, broke into a huge toothy grin. Sorgen looked at her sharply, before smirking slightly and giving a laugh, then let her out, and after giving her the signal, let her fly.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 22, 2024 13:31:07 GMT -8
Alalëa rolled her eyes at her dragon's attitude, turning and swiftly striding off to the room that held the saddles. Stepping through the door, she sniffed the leathery aroma appreciatively, then headed for her saddle of beautiful dark brown leather, edged with deep violet and icy pale blue trimmings, matching both her and Visilva. Hoisting it to her shoulder, she strode out again, heading back to Visilva, who was forcefully keeping herself facing the opposite direction. "Alright move over so I can get in" the elf girl said briskly, opening the stall door and sliding in as Visilva let out a grumble, waiting a few moments until she seemed reluctant enough, the lowering herself down so the saddle could be placed on her back. Alalëa hoisted it up strongly, then plopped it on, moving with practiced ease to attatch the buckles and ties that held the saddle on, working with quite efficiency. Pulling the last leather buckle one hole tighter, she stepped back, pulling on it slightly to be sure of it's security, then stepping out of the stall, motioning for the shadow dragon to follow her. Visilva let out another sighing grumble, still stuck on her pretend reluctance, then stepped forward and out of her stall, stopping when they both emerged from the building's roof. With a slightly smothered pleased rumble, she stretched her wings, flapping them experimentally, and looking down to Alalëa, now unable to hide the glint of impatience in her eyes. The elf let out another snort, along with a slight smile at her dragon's changed expression. "Soon" she said shortly, turning her gaze to her sword as she undid the sheath from it's place, removing her Urumi and deftly snapping it out. The links undid themselves with a rippling movement, a sharp crack ringing out through the open area as Islingr whipped through the air. Expertly, Alalëa snapped the whip to the side, thrusting forward at the same time, and the links slid together in their second attaching formation, curling in an almost complete circle. Swiftly, she pushed the, now flexible and yet still solid, sword into the sheath, making sure it could bend properly and then attatching it around her waist, clicking the end link into the hilt of the sword through the open ended leather sheath, then shifting it down slightly to be sure it was in place. Visilva watched this impatiently, then gave another rumble of insistence. "Settle, Visilva, I'm ready" Alalëa said, turning her gaze back to her dragon and swinging swiftly into the saddle, sliding her feet into the holds, and her grip into the hand holds as she felt a powerful shudder ripple through her dragon, her wings unfurling like giant dark sails on either side. Visilva looked up to the sky, her powerful muscles bunching as she brought her wings up, preparing for take off.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 22, 2024 17:42:03 GMT -8
Elexian walked back into the fortress, he knew it would not be prudent to visit the feathered dragon in his present mood so he did not bother going in her direction, instead he found himself going toward the training arena where several of his.... acquaintances were dueling. There was one in particular a tall lithe elf like himself, Faran, he was known as a master at blades. He had in fact just finished fighting with a younger human, Elexian caught his eye, they advanced.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 22, 2024 20:04:33 GMT -8
Firasko was still on the training grounds, working on her form. She switched to fighting dummies, trying to see how much damage she could do without breaking her form or doing a messy cut. Quick as a flash, she whirled her dwords out of their sheath, and after glancing about quickly, she put all of her anger and frustration at everything and anything into her fight, converting her anger into determination and adrenalin, and losing track of the world and sounds around her, focused soley on her technique. Her swords a blur as they whirled though the air. Finally, she calmed down, and stopped in her end position, breathing heavily. She sheathed both of her swords, and half enmarasedly looked over the itterly shredded manekins, lying there without shape nor form.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 22, 2024 20:20:33 GMT -8
With a thrust of her powerful wings, Visilva shot herself into the air, the feeling of the wind billowing against her wings thrilling her to her very soul as she soared upwards in a spiral, letting the current take her away. Alalëa gave a slight gasp at the swiftness of the ascent, then smiled, hunching down on her dragon's back to center out her weight as they climbed higher and higher. When they reached the height she was willing to go, she nudged Visilva slightly, and the shadow dragon halted, her wings beating rhythmically as she kept them in the air, waiting. "Let's take a warm up round, ok? Whenever your...." the words were hardly out of her mouth when Visilva gave an eager roar and swooped downwards slightly, getting speed as she flapped her wings swiftly, the sounds thundering by the elf's ears as she swallowed her last word, the wind whipping into her brown hair, tossing her long braid to and fro. Her face was more alive than in any other situation, besides training with her sword, as she leaned with her dragon's movements, soaring as one through the air in a large circle, flashing above the mess hall and the stables, and above the wide training grounds, where the flashes of metal glinted up at them. "Go for a spinning kill dive!" Alalëa yelled suddenly as they cut through the wind, heading towards the forest. Visilva gave an excited roar, the elf girl feeling her rumbling cry as the dragon strained herself upwards, flapping strongly, then coasting for a few moments, before beginning to angle downwards, pinning her right wing to her side as they began to fall. Suddenly she thrust out her left wing and flapped hard before tucking it in as well, sending them in a blinding spin, yet somehow remembering to keep her claws outstretched as they whirled in a crazy plummet towards the ground. An extremely tall redwood tree loomed up and Alalëa gave Visilva a warning nudge of her heel, just barely able to see the green tree in time through the dizzying death spin. But Visilva had already seen it. With a precision of flying that was breathtakingly glorious to see, she clipped the tree's branches with her claws, corkscrewing around and down the tree, blazing a trail with her claws as she went. And then, just as the ground was racing up with terrifying speed, she swooped upwards, flapping her wings swiftly as she heaved her large body to the clouds. Alalëa's heart was pounding with adrenaline at the almost heartstopping feats of agility, especially for such a large dragon! "Good girl! That's how you do it!" she suddenly yelled in rare exuberance as her dragon thundered towards the bright blue sky.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 23, 2024 17:52:50 GMT -8
Elexian's senses blanked to everything, taking an offered rapier from a bystander he focused his attention on the elf before him wielding a jeweled rapier. Elexian was not rash, he would bide his time, he could not risk a rushed attack. Swiftly his body settled into the feel of his blade, his mind attaching it as an extension of his arm. Suddenly, deeming the time right, he flicked the thin blade in Faran's direction, deftly it was swiped away, but Elexian did not miss the opportunity quickly he swiped in the other direction and just as agile it was deflected. A worthy opponent, Elexian thought, his fire building.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 24, 2024 8:20:52 GMT -8
Regen rose high into the air at Sorgen's signal, the took a sudden spinning nosedive, and directed her flight between two trees, in practice of the formation they had worked on earlier. "Good job girl, that EXACTLY what I mean!", Sorgen shouted excitedly, his spirits returning. Her riders joy distracted Regen, just for a moment, and she almost ran into a large pine tree. Sorgen held on to her tightly as she swerved to avoid it, however, part of her tail swiped the tree and Regen zapped it, disintegrating the needles of the tree and and leaving it bare with a lot of ash scattered around it. Sorgen looked back at the somewhat charred skeleton like limbs of the tree poking into the air. "Yeah, how about we don't do that again.", he said quickly, and looked ahead. "Next thing you know, this whole forest will look like a witches lair if we keep going like this. They practiced this formation several times more, before Sorgen finally alowed Regen to loop. Regen, delighted at this, picked up some speed, her mood heightened by a small cloud that pushed itself before the sun. Sorgen set himself for the time upside down, and looked ahead, holding his breath, when Regen, without warning, conducted a BACKWARDS loop the loop, almost throwing Sorgen off. She then proceded with her usual roller coaster ride routine, Sorgen gradually getting more comfotable and even managing to unsheathe his dagger after a while. Finally, after a few minutes of cavorting about wildly, they landed nearby a small stream in the woods, so that Regen could be rehydrated, for all that flying about dryed her scales fairly fast.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 24, 2024 9:00:50 GMT -8
Visilva soared higher on the strong buffeting wind currents, gliding out over the large forest as she let her rider regain her breath and straighten her sight from the dizzying spiral. "Very well executed" Alalëa said, removing a hand from her hold to give her dragon a swift pat on the neck before returning to her position. 'Now, let's try some more useful maneuvers." she said, leaning slightly to look around the area below them. "There! That'll do" she said after a moment, nudging Visilva over to hover above a few trees that were close together almost in a circle. "Maneuver 5 for this one Visilva" she said, moving her hand to the sheath around her waist as she felt the dragon's muscles bunch together, Visilva giving a rumble of understanding, shifting her wings as she prepared to dive. "NOW!" Alalëa shouted, pinning herself to her dragon as Visilva plummeted, falling like a dark star from the sky, the wind whistling by in an eerie song that amped up her adrenaline considerably. Alalëa began focusing her mind, slowing her breaths, blocking out unnecessary noises, and stilling herself. One... two... three... four... On five, she suddenly pushed her heels, down, sitting up straight, and Visilva reacted instantly, flaring her wings out and stopping their descent with a well timed jolt, as the elf girl was pulling her Urumi from it's sheath, the extra jerk assisting to whip it free, the metal links glittering in the sunlight as she whirled it around her head with a practiced perfection, then whipping it out at the first tree top to their right. The whip thrummed through the air, and it didn't hardly make a sound as it slid like a fish in water through the tree, for a moment seeming to have not even struck it, until the top slid off and fell to the ground below. Alalëa had not even paused to see if her strike was true, instead whipping Islingr to the left, decimating the next unsuspecting tree with swift precision.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 24, 2024 12:12:06 GMT -8
Elexian
Faran sent a series of well aimed swipes toward Elexian, all met the metal of the opponent's blade. Swiftly Elexian returned the attack, which the other elf deflected with practiced mastery and ease. Suddenly they fell into a sword lock, their strengths were equal, neither would give in, never would them submit to the humility. Then out of nowhere a two headed dragon flew in at an alarming pace, riding on its back or at least one was, were the very well known twins the banes of... well everything. One of the twins was very calmly riding the dragon upside down, looking as if this was a normal part of his day, which it sort of was. But as to the sword duel, that was very rudely disrupted as the dragon's long whip-like tail sliced threw the intense sword lock, throwing the opponents forward, sending them bowling past each other. Elexian swiftly regained his footing, of all the riders in the fortress these were the worst, no not in skill, as can be seen by one riding the dragon opposite the position he should be in, but they were both nascences in the way that they took life in general as a game, and always made everything they came across as a joke.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 24, 2024 12:35:54 GMT -8
Harrow
Harrow was very upset at the moment, his twin brother Arrow had got to sit at the front of the dragon when technically it was his turn. At least that was the excuse he had, they didn't actually take turns, it was more first come first serve, ''I'm older,'' Harrow protested, ''I should get the front.'' After not getting a favorable response he decided that riding on the dragon's back was boring and overrated. At the moment the two were having a peaceful flight over the fortress they lived in, harrow got it into his active mind that he would probably have an easier time seeing things if he was under the dragon, locking his legs he slid underneath their two-headed dragon, dandling by his legs. Fire Bomb let out an annoyed snort, he knew that it was his twin that had done it. Maneuvering his head so that he was looking underneath himself he saw Harrow hanging there with a quite unconcerned expression on his face, he let out a puff of black smoke into the twins face, Harrow grinned, ''nice of you to join me.'' The dragon snorted and lifted his head up. That was when they realized they were actually falling somewhat into the training grounds, quickly the dragons pulled up and regained altitude, Harrow still dangling, was whooping and laughing.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 24, 2024 13:18:57 GMT -8
Arrow
Arrow on the other hand was very pleased with himself, for in the race for the desired spot, he had come out victorious (this time around). After their little nosedive almost crashlanding incidednt, he noticed the stunt his twin had pulled. He leaned in and urged Spitball, his dragon head, as he called it, to go faster. Spitball rolled his eyes and jerked his head, careful to make sure Arrow was still ON him. Arrow got rather upset at that and the thought occured to him that if the dragons FLAPPED faster, then they would be faster too. He joined his brother underneath the dragon heads. "Hey Harrow, these boys won't make us go faster! Help me make them flap!"
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 24, 2024 14:48:41 GMT -8
Harrow
Harrow tapped his chin while still hanging upside down, ''well maybe if we tickle them underneath their wings they'd flap faster.'' Harrow maneuvered himself in a more practical position, that is if one can be practical while flying upside down on a dragon, he tried tickling the right wing, which was the one attached to his dragon, but all he got out of it were some cracked finger nails, ''well this wont work.'' He climbed back up and sat in a sensible fashion upon the dragon and scooted to the front, both dragons looked back at him, it was clear that they were not planning on going any faster, ''ugh come on guys, it wont be like last time, this time we will actually stay on your back,'' he looked away, ''for most of the flight at least.''
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 24, 2024 15:12:29 GMT -8
Arrow, furious that his brother had gotten to the front now, started clawing his way back up. He thought he had a good grip, and undid his legs to get back up, but his fingers lipped, and he lost his grip, causing him to slide all the way down the dragon, where he was now dangling off the large and bulky tail. He was thrashed around everywhere." Uhhhh... Harrow you liver brain!", he tried calling to his brother, but his attempts at calling out went inanswered. "Oh well,", Arrow decided. "Guess I'll drop off then.", and he let go of the tail, freefalling through the air, where he started spinning somersaults.
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