Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325 
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Dec 6, 2015 15:11:51 GMT -8
Lum'Valia laughs richly at the children's antics. She is not suprised that they wish to emulate the combatants children are very impressionable after all. She says her voice rich with good humor.
"It is not a bad thing to wish to be strong young Fyredor just remember strength for its own sake can be an evil thing. Just as important as gaining strength is knowing when and why you should use it. The red dragon was indeed very strong but he tried to us that strength to bully others, I hope you do not wish to do the same."
To Neytiri she says with just a touch of preening in her voice.
"Thank you child I am very flattered that you wish to be like me. But just like I told your brother what I can do is only a very small part of what I am. Being a holy dragon means using your strength to help those that cannot help themselves. It means finding hope when all seems hopeless. It means trying to stop people from being hurt even if it means you will be hurt."
To Tyranor she shakes her head and say's kindly.
"No he was not a holy dragon, he was a spirit dragon very old and very powerful. Also capricious one who uses there power for a different reason on different days."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2015 11:30:28 GMT -8
Fyredor's snarled and rolled over on top of Tyranor, then jumped on him. Lum'Valia's words, however, had the marble-hued dragonling looking up at her, cocking his head to the side. "Can I still bully my brother and sister?" he asked.
Efyriax chuckled. "No, Fyredor. Behave."
Fyredor crawled off of Tyranor and sat regally. "Alright, Mama." Only to be tackled into the long grass by Tyranor who made no such bargain. Neytiri shook her little head from where she sat next to Lum'Valia, trying to look as pretty and queenly as she did. "Brothers," Neytiri said dismissively.
Efyriax lifted her head and gazed around them. Sunset had painted the sky beautiful shades of violet and rose and gold, the sun setting far in the east. She was still on the alert.
"But what--" Tyranor was saying around a mouthful of Fyredor's ear, soon taken from his jaws as Fyredor tackled him down again. Tyranor blew a little ember of fire into Fyredor's face, making him fall off and to the side, violently shaking his head like a dog with a rubber band on its nose, trying to paw it off. "But what does capricious mean?"
"It means that the spirit dragon cannot be trusted to make a decision and stick to it," Efyriax said with a dismissive snort. It was easy to see where Neytiri got her attitude from. "Come, children. We should take shelter in the woods." Efyriax stood up on all fours, her silver-barbed tail swaying back and forth, the sunset gleaming off of her scales, shimmering around her.
"Aaawwww but moootheeerrrrr," wined both of the boys in tandem.
"Do we have to?" asked Neytiri.
"Yes," Efyriax stated, and the children were well-behaved, lifting up onto all fours and pouncing over to her.
"But what about Lum'Valia?" asked Neytiri, whispering loudly so there was almost no point to it.
Efyriax turned to look at Lum'Valia. "You should take shelter in the forest as well."
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Dec 7, 2015 13:03:37 GMT -8
Lum'Valia let's out a low melodic hum of pleasure as she watches the children's antics. Seeing such purity was good for the holy dragons spirit and in some was helped her recover more than the food or the rest. She rises to her feet not quite at one hundred percent again but very close and she says her voice swelling with pleasure.
"You are very good to listen to your mother so and she is very wise. I will not be taking shelter just yet I need to check up on my compatriots from the battle but then I will find shelter."
She sweeps on wing under herself bowing to Efyriax.
"Thank you for your care and concern and for allowing me to speak to your children it has done me a world of good. If you ever have need of my skills you have but to ask."
She then bows to each of the children and say's her tone warm and melodic.
"It has been a pleasure speaking to each of you and I hope to see you and your mother again someday. I'd tell you to be good but I think you can manage thay without my words."
That said Lum'Valia takes wing again and flies back towards Isra.
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