Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175 
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 4, 2016 21:27:18 GMT -8
Vain steps out of the portal, stretching his wings and yawning. A moment later, he curls his wings around himself and casts his usual disguise spell, transforming them into a fashionable red jacket. He grins, pulling a cherry cocktail out of thin air and taking a delicate sip.
"Ahh yes, Isra. I...er...spent quite a bit of time here a little while back."
The young demon heir turns slightly red, not wanting to reveal that he had, in fact, been (accidentally) bound by a sorceress for several months. He quickly changes the subject so something a bit less embarrassing.
"So...how long has it been since we last hit the town together? Three or four years? Last time was in Carmela, wasn't it?"
Chuckling softly to himself, he recalls the mischief they had gotten themselves into during their time on the island.
"Quite a jaunt, that one. So, what are you looking for this time? Men, women? Younger, older? Dark hair, light hair?"
Grinning, he adds:
"Shall we make a contest of it?"
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Violet
Dedicated
Becoming a Mortal Kombat Character
Roleplay posts: 176 
Age: ???
Physical Description: Long dark hair, golden eyes with black irises, curvaceous and sexually attractive body, has fangs, wings, a tail, horns, pointy ears, light purple skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Royal Guard Armor: http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k392/anachronously/The%20Sandbox/Gifts/Violet%20armor.jpg
Player's online availability : Every day
Registered: Aug 15, 2015 20:48:55 GMT -8
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Post by Violet on May 4, 2016 21:40:00 GMT -8
Another portal opened up and Violet came through, she was wearing her old sexy ninja gear instead of her full royal guard armor. "Heyya! Vain! I needed to get away from the underscape for a bit, I hope you don't mind me following you."
Violet purrs, looking at Praxnhir, "Who's your friend?"
Violet had been so busy training demons, she needed some fun.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:14 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2016 22:00:01 GMT -8
Praxnihr couldn't help a sultry chuckle that rumbled in his chest at his friend's comments. "It's been a while... contest, you say? You know I hardly have trouble getting up a lady's skirt, Vain, despite my youth. Think you can keep up-?"
It seemed they weren't alone. Rich, chocolate eyes shift over to the kin that just slipped out of her own portal... and they worked her over again and again in slow circles, from head to toe and back. His hungry smile widened just a touch before he moved forward, attempting to take her hand in a very gentle hold - very much like a lady should be treated. What a pretty little bird~
"My, my. If I had known such a lovely songbird would come flocking to me, I would never have left my home," he purrs, attempting to bring her hand up and place a gentle kiss to the back of it. "I go by Praxnihr, my dear."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 4, 2016 22:06:37 GMT -8
Vain looks over at the sound of Violet's voice, grinning happily. He had always enjoyed her company, although she could be a bit of a bother at times.
"Ah, Violet! What a lovely surprise! I didn't expect you, of all people, to come out here. You're perfectly welcome to tag along, of course. We're just going to see what we can see, y'know. Have some fun in town."
Turning to Praxnihr, he gestures vaguely at the succubus.
"Prax, this is Violet. She's a friend of mine, we went to demon school together. Violet, this is Prax. He's new, but he's learned quick."
There's a clink of ice on glass as he summons two more cocktails out of the air and hands them to the other demons. Violet gets a lime daquiri, and Praxnhir receives a pina colada.
"Here you go, enjoy! Let me know if you want a new drink."
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Violet
Dedicated
Becoming a Mortal Kombat Character
Roleplay posts: 176
Age: ???
Physical Description: Long dark hair, golden eyes with black irises, curvaceous and sexually attractive body, has fangs, wings, a tail, horns, pointy ears, light purple skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Royal Guard Armor: http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k392/anachronously/The%20Sandbox/Gifts/Violet%20armor.jpg
Player's online availability : Every day
Registered: Aug 15, 2015 20:48:55 GMT -8
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Post by Violet on May 4, 2016 22:14:43 GMT -8
Violet allows Praxnihr's actions and giggles. "Well met, as Vain said I am Violet, Cahryss's Lieutenant."
"I put one of the higher ranking demons in charge while I'm gone, hopefully your mother won't mind. My excuse will be I'm guarding you." Violet said to Vain, "Ooh, what sort of FUN?"
She takes a sip of the Daquiri.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:14 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 0:09:25 GMT -8
"Violet. Such a pretty name. Only suiting for a pretty bird," he replies, still grinning to her as his hand extends next to take the glass into his slender fingers, his claws making a plink with each one to tap the cup. He brings it to his lips and takes a delicate sip, never once breaking his eyes from Miss Cahryss's lieutenant. She had such a gorgeous frame and supple curves... how he toyed with the mental image of having her sprawled out on his kingly bed, draped in silk and chains and under his body.
He manages to keep himself held proper despite his thoughts, and returns to the farmlands promptly as the glass comes down to hover at his side. "Why, the best kind of fun, darling. The very kind that makes a woman's knees weak... makes her sigh. That makes even some noble men purr, if they have the taste," he snickers, offering the female a wink. "Is that not right, Vain?"
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 5, 2016 12:10:51 GMT -8
Vain nods, grinning at the two. Having Violet along opened up a whole realm of new possibilities. Fun possibilities. With the three of them working together, they might be able to create far more mischief than he'd ever gotten himself into on his own.
"Oh yes, indeed. That kind of fun. You were always good at that, Violet. Didn't you get top marks in Seduction 101?"
Chuckling, he pulls a small hand mirror out of his pocket and adjusts his hair absently, ruffling it into a slightly more flawlessly disheveled style. Once he's finished, he takes a final sip of his cocktail and chucks it over his shoulder. The glass shatters on impact, sending shards and cherry liquor everywhere.
"So, then. Introductions have been made. Drinks have been had. Shall we begin? You all know how impatient I am. I can't wait to get started."
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Kama,Orion
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 18
Physical Description: Kama is 5'8.He has white hair and has tanish/dark skin. Has a tatoo of a red dragon on his back once he takes off his jacket.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a black jacket,black pants black boots two black gloves
No under shirt so he can show off his abs
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:34:25 GMT -8
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Post by Kama,Orion on May 5, 2016 14:02:29 GMT -8
Had a drink in his hands, Walking freely and exploring the plains of Isra. He came across a farm, and thought why not explore around here. He'd walk on the grassy terrain looking at the tumble weeds. He smiled and ventured forward,noticing the guard outpost. He'd wave towards the guards and wave in the friendliest of manners.
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Violet
Dedicated
Becoming a Mortal Kombat Character
Roleplay posts: 176
Age: ???
Physical Description: Long dark hair, golden eyes with black irises, curvaceous and sexually attractive body, has fangs, wings, a tail, horns, pointy ears, light purple skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Royal Guard Armor: http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k392/anachronously/The%20Sandbox/Gifts/Violet%20armor.jpg
Player's online availability : Every day
Registered: Aug 15, 2015 20:48:55 GMT -8
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Post by Violet on May 5, 2016 15:25:22 GMT -8
"Heck yea, I'm game. Let's get to it!" Violet downs her drink, tosses the glass into into the air and her tail appears and whips the glass, shattering it.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:14 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 18:47:47 GMT -8
With the other two on board, he snaps his hand closed about the glass - only to have it give away in his grip and wisp away like smoke. The thin smile remains upon his lips as he turns and presumably marches the pair of them towards the gates for Isra.
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on May 6, 2016 12:42:44 GMT -8
After a day that was exhausting on every level, and a long night spent alone, Sylaerin hadn't been terribly interested in getting up at the crack of dawn. But when she found herself sitting on Crow's lap, perched high above the world, his arms around her waist and the ground painted in slowly brightening shades of pink, orange, and yellow.. she realized it was completely worth it. Even if she didn't like the sun, she could admit that this was a beautiful thing, watching it slowly crest the horizon and ascend to bathe the world in gentle shades of light. She leaned back into him, watching the rising of the sun with an awed expression, her hands resting atop his and fingers twining loosely as she whispered.
"This is beautiful.. thank you for sharing it with me..."
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on May 6, 2016 13:55:25 GMT -8
Crow had watched the sunrise many times, each time it took his breath away. This time was no exception though he wasn't even looking at the horizon. Watching her profile, the slow awe as it spread across Syl's face made her even more lovely than normal. When she thanks him nuzzle his face into her neck he is a tad overcome with emotion. Last night had been very draining and after everything that had been said yesterday he felt a bit over wrought. Still he was glad he had done this, it made everything better.
"I return the sentiment Syl. Now you said you wanted to go see the lake, but how about we take a nap first."
He moves them both to the other side of the tree where they can enjoy some shade. Once they are settled in he enjoys what he wished he had been able to enjoy last night. Her warm body pressed against his as sleep over takes him. |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on May 6, 2016 14:41:51 GMT -8
A smile appeared on her face when Crow nuzzled his face against her neck, and she giggled quietly, turning her head so that she could press a soft kiss to his temple. His suggestion was met with a grateful look, and she nodded. "I would like that very much.. I missed you last night." After their shared night on the couch (and then in his bed afterwards), she had tossed and turned for hours the evening prior, unable to sleep without him near until she finally lost consciousness a few hours before he'd returned. With their retreat into the shade, she sighed happily and nestled into his embrace, then gave him a tender kiss. After that, she cuddled close and closed her eyes. Within moments, she was fast asleep, looking peaceful and content.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on May 6, 2016 15:29:18 GMT -8
It is afternoon when Crow awakens. Not by choice the sun simply became too high in the sky to sleep. Rousing it took him a moment to realize where he was. He had slept at the outside? He hadn't done that since his youth. Still it had been a restful sleep, mostly due to the beautiful warmth pressed against him. He gently runs a hand over her check seeking to gently bring her awake. Once he has he will grin at her and say with unusal vigor.
"Well I am much repaired after my rest. Shall we head to the lake now?"
Expecting a positive response he comes to his feet and begins to walk toward the lake. After a lazy few steps he pauses and thinks. It would take many hours to walk to the lake perhaps he should... But no he hadn't done that in years. Maybe it would be better just to shadow walk. He fidgets for a moment with indecision. He then decides he isn't confident enough to do that in public just yet. He turns to Syl and says amicably.
"Take my arm and we can shadow walk there."
Once she does so he will do just that.
<Exit to the Mountain Lake.> |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on May 6, 2016 15:43:30 GMT -8
Syl came awake slowly at Crow's touch, and blinked blearily up at him, briefly confused as to where they were. Then memory returned, and she smiled, nodding in response to his question. "Yes. I would like that." Once he stood, she stretched, then joined him and began to follow his lead. When he paused, she looked up at him curiously, wondering what was going through his mind. He appeared to be considering something quite thoroughly. Then apparently he made his decision. Curious but unquestioning, she took his arm with a smile.. and then they were gone.
<Exit to Mountain Lake>
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:14 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 15:25:20 GMT -8
With The Sparrow in tow, Draga eventually found an empty part of the farm with no people and wide open space. She backed up a little, looking Farrah in the eyes and backing up a little. "Okay....are you ready? I don't....I don't normally show people the real me." She said, hesitating. |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 28, 2017 16:48:19 GMT -8
The Sparrow only nodded. She had fallen quiet, obviously wary, obviously guarded over the entire thing. They were far from people, far from allies. The Sparrow was skilled, however, and in particular -- skilled at killing dragons. She was very aware of the pressure of her dagger at her thigh, but made no mood for it.
Standing there in her flower crown, a breeze batting the skirt of her dress against her legs, she waited for @totallynotadragon to show her true colors.
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:14 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 17:01:05 GMT -8
Draga smiled a little before holding her arms out to form a T shape. She fell backward onto the land below but instead of landing as expected she....sank, as it were. Almost as if the ground she stood on was water. Instantly she was swallowed up and a few seconds later Farrah would feel a low rumbling from below- a tremor or a minor earthquake. Before her a massive claw covered in jade scales, as big as she was tall, burst from the ground and grappled the soil. It pulled up an even larger creature, rotund but bulky with thick, rock-like scales in different hues of green. The massive creature, nearly a 100 feet in length from the looks of it, eventually stood on all fours in front of Farrah, shaking itself off of the countless pounds of soil it uprooted. It looked down to her with its reptilian eyes, filled with compassion. "My true name is Qui Soti", it said. The voice was deep, gravely in nature, completely unlike Draga's original light and sweet voice. "Jade Monster, it means in my language. I am an earth dragon born countless years ago. However, as you can see..." It looked towards it back to showcase a lack of actual wings, "I cannot fly. Because of this, my own kind considers me a lesser dragon. Drakes, I suppose is the name. I do not belong in their company, but as you can tell I do not belong in human company either." The dragon knelt down, laying on its belly and keeping its claws near its head as it continued to speak. "I don't normally show this form to people....humans tend to run or attack me on sight. I don't blame them. But...I trust you. No, more than that- I like you. A lot. I know you have a distrust of my kind and I don't blame you for that, but I hope that by showing you what I look like I wish to have no secrets between us." |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 28, 2017 17:48:52 GMT -8
The Sparrow watched the change and took a small step back when the earth rumbled and the claw came out. Indeed, her hand went to her skirt, swiftly pulling it up to revealed her booted calves, her bare thighs as her hand dropped to the magical dagger... but didn't pull it. Clearly, though, the girl was in a defensive position, one that she knew as easily as the back of her hand. Her silver eyes were sharp, perhaps even sharper than the blade she threatened to pull. And then, Draga spoke. It was not a voice she recognized. Gone was the girl, and in its place was.... ... was this. The jade scales that decorated her body were beautiful, but the Sparrow already knew that beauty could be deceiving. Hadn't she been deceiving? And how many lives had she taken in doing so? Draga's somber tone had the Sparrow slowly releasing her skirt so it fell in a waterfall back down to the top of her boots, hiding her toned, sleek legs from view, the dagger still in its sheathe, never pulled. Yet -- her eyes were still so sharp. "You've destroyed this farm's field," the Sparrow said blandly, gesturing to the dirt all around them. Then she was quiet. Quiet for a long time. A bird, watching potential prey? Potential rival? Potential hunter? She was looking at Draga with a raptor's eyes now... ... As quiet as a hunter. And then glorious, pale, pale golden wings sprouted from behind the Sparrow's back, stretching skyward, the sun making them glow a soft gold before she extended them as far as she could to either side.   The sudden wings made her gown dip low, but it did not fall off her breasts. More so, it made her back naked. And yet still, her gaze was sharp. "This is what I am," she told Draga seriously. "And you and your kin have hunted my people, my family to near extinction. I was raised to slay dragons. I was taught how to kill them all. Even those with hides like stone." |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 19:01:56 GMT -8
The massive dragon looked down to her, wide-eyed and shocked.
"....Oh fuck..." it suddenly said as it realized what she was. She had heard of the sky wars. She had heard that her kind massacred them for no reason other than they could. She couldn't take part in it....nor did she want to.
The dragon, despite the size difference, backed away.
"Wait, no, hang on, I didn't do any of that!" It pleaded in its low voice. "I'd never harm others! Where the other dragons see targets I see allies. I don't even have wings to fly high enough to hunt you to extinction."
She sighed and shook her head. She shifted herself until she was off the farmland. Although not filled with plants it was true that her movement disrupted the field greatly.
"Here...let me try and prove I'm not one of them."
With a claw raised above the field, the ground below began to rumble. Soil shifted and moved like water, moving up and down along the field until it was smoothed. Suddenly she slammed the claw down onto the ground. Dust burst upwards and clouded the area around the two. After it settled, the dragon removed her claw and showed the field returned to normal.
"I am one of the land, not the sky," Qui said as she turned to face Farrah "I see no reason for enemies because as far as I'm concerned we're all from the land. When we're born, we're born on the ground. When we die our bodies return to the soil. You may fly but you stand on the land before me."
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