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Post by skender on Jul 10, 2015 4:44:36 GMT
Gorgeous, Zanara thought, crouching in the thick jungle foliage surrounding the spring. A smile split her face. Absolutely stunning.
A T'Ankirine hookscale wyvern. Female (or so its petiteness suggested), and healthy--bright amber eyes, lustrous scales, and remarkably intact patagium. Young, but Zanara was grateful of that. Dragons were so much more malleable as hatchlings.
And it was blue. Zanara could barely contain herself. As far as she knew, no one had spotted a live sapphire hookscale in centuries.
And she was going to catch it.
Just as Zanara placed her dragon call against her lips, she heard a sound in the trees behind her. Her brow furrowed. What in the--?
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Post by Nolza on Jul 16, 2015 19:16:22 GMT
(OOC: I was going to wait to see if others would want to reply, but I got tired of waiting. If you were waiting, though, let me know and I'll just delete this post  ) Dara hadn't visited Tyrosi's Chain in over 600 years, and things had certainly changed. The humans here were growing bolder, it seemed, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. Stepping on air, Adara made her way aimlessly through the jungle, enjoying the light that occasionally escaped through the thick foliage above. In this place, Dara felt much more attuned to her Skeirn blood, those powers more at home here than her Shaitan/Ifriti powers were. Beasts littered the jungle around her, none daring to approach. Skeirn tended to have that effect on lower animal life. Following no particular path, Dara wandered for hours, content with simply feeling the life and magic around her. If I remember right, there should be a spring somewhere around here . . . Dara froze. Ahead she saw a glint of bright blue--a distant cousin, perhaps? Lower, no doubt, she snorted to herself. But that wasn't all. Another figure crouched around the spring, unseen by her lower blue cousin. Occupied, huh? Hm . . . Dara leaned against a nearby tree. What was that human doing? Dara brushed against the trees, stepping, still on air, closer to the spring in hopes of getting a better look. The blue dragon turned, and Dara stopped. The dragon must have noticed Dara's approach, but Skeirn didn't spook dragons anymore than dragons spooked Skeirn. She waved at the dragon amiably, not that the dragon would be intelligent enough to understand the wave. At least, that was what Dara was raised up to believe. Who knows what had changed in the lower races since the Skeirn had retreated from the rest of the world eons ago. |
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Post by skender on Jul 19, 2015 2:09:28 GMT
(OOC: No worries. I'm actually glad you replied with your half-ancient dragon character.  ) The hookscale froze, staring over Zanara's head into the trees. Do you hear it too? she wondered, turning to glance in the same direction. I swear to the gods, she thought, squinting, if some mangey spider monkey ends up scaring away my hookscale...Fire. Zanara shot to her feet, causing the nearby wyvern to chirp. Her thoughts began to race. How could a fire have started in this wetness? she wondered, scooping up a handful of dirt from the ground. She stepped forward. The forest's foliage has never been dry enough to--Oh, my gods. Zanara froze. This was no fire she stared at, oh no. This was a... A brilliant smile illuminated Zanara's dark face. Skeirn halfling. " Ha!" she shouted, hurling her handful of dirt at the hookscale. The dragon squawked sharply, stumbling out of the spring and into the forest. Zanara felt no disappointment watching it go. Skeirn halflings were creatures of legend. It would take all her focus and energy to catch one. Drawing a deep breath, Zanara turned. I see you, she thought, directing the message at the creature's mind. She smiled, trying to seem as unassuming as possible. |
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Post by Nolza on Jul 21, 2015 3:46:04 GMT
The woman moved in almost panicked, but precise, motions once she had spotted Adara. Humans always reacted to Dara differently, but even so, this was one of the stranger first reactions she had seen in a long time. Dirt? Dara thought, amused. The woman had striking features for a human, and her quick, daring smile warmly lit her otherwise intimidating face.
"Ha!" The woman's yell alone would have startled Dara's sapphire cousin, but the handful of dirt ensured its flee. Dara's eyebrows rose incredulously, a warm laugh escaping her lips. She opened her mouth to mock the woman, after all who would sneak up on a dragon only to throw dirt at it? But before she could make a sound, she felt another speak to her mind.
I see you, the woman thought at her. Dara's eyebrows lowered to a minute, puzzling scowl. Not every human could do such a thing, and certainly most who could knew enough to stay away. What was this little human up to? Raising only one eyebrow, Dara smiled quizzically--dangerously.
"Well, of course you see me, dearest," Dara responded aloud personably as she walked slowly toward the dark woman. She continued in a teasing, staged whisper, "I wasn't exactly hiding." Adara paused her approach, meeting the woman's eyes seriously, dropping the whispering. "Hiding gets rather boring, you see. I'm tragically good at it. It's simply no fun." Dara shrugged simplistically, then winked and continued advancing, her feet solidly buoyed up by tropical air.
The woman hardly seemed dangerous, but then again she had snuck up on her sapphire cousin. Ah well, Dara thought with an inward shrug. Even if she is trouble, at least it'll be interesting.
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Post by skender on Jul 26, 2015 4:05:45 GMT
"Well, of course you see me, dearest." The halfling smiled slyly. "I wasn't exactly hiding."
The woman locked eyes with Zanara then, and abandoned her theatrical whispering. "Hiding gets rather boring, you see," she said. "I'm tragically good at it. It's simply no fun."
Zanara's smile widened. Clever, she thought, maintaining eye contact with the halfling. I've been wanting a good challenge.
"Perhaps," she said, speaking carefully, "I can relieve your boredom in some way. My name is Zanara." She bowed lightly. "What's yours?"
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Post by Nolza on Jul 28, 2015 1:28:20 GMT
As Zanara's smile widened at Dara's response, an instinctual warning stirred within her. There was something almost predatory in that smile. Ignoring the warning, as Dara so often did, she returned Zanara's slight bow with an overly low, flamboyant bow, a knowing smile on her lips.
"A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, I'm sure," Dara responded brisquely. Then, with a capricious sigh, Dara continued. "Well, Zanara my dear, you have a bit of a job on your hands. I am Dara, and I am quite easily bored, though admittedly humankind is the most fun to play with. Just what--" Adara sat down several feet off the ground and crossed her long, orange clad legs. Blinking playfully expectant eyes, Adara leaned foward, elbow on knee and chin on loose fist. "--did you have in mind?" she finished quickly, an eager smile on her face.
Yes, there was something about this human that Adara couldn't quite place. Something veiled, slightly dangerous, and oddly magnetic. Hopes beginning to rise, Adara readied her mischievous magic. Even if Zanara didn't realize just what she was getting into, Dara was determined to have her needling fun.
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Post by skender on Aug 25, 2015 3:21:13 GMT
Zanara straightened from her bow as she listened to the halfling's--Dara's--response. She felt her smile widen until bright teeth dominated her face. Gods, but this is going to be fun, she thought.
"How would you like to visit The Jaguar's palace?" she asked, nodding vaguely toward the west. Akachi's going to love this, she thought, maintaining perfect eye contact with the halfling.
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