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Post by Skylos on Jun 7, 2019 23:11:23 GMT -6
For a moment, Ridelys thinks that putting a cloak on such a regal creature is the same of putting a young vulticus in child's clothing for the simple purpose of looking cute. Of dressing them up; neither were people, and people wore clothes. But if the draenix wanted to wear the cloak, she'd let... them. It. Which was it? Not quite sure. She steps back to admire her work. The hood bunches up behind the neck to settle between the wings. They shift, flex a bit. There's no visible bone or skin or even solid structure so she can't tell if the wings are bothered or not. Granted, the draenix hadn't ripped the cloak off instantly yet. They shift a bit, letting the filmy smoothness flow over their skin. The bunches that hold it on slightly flatten the feathery crest spreading up their neck. But the cloak was on. And it wasn't burning. 28 3.5 5.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 8, 2019 0:05:07 GMT -6
'It... looks very good. Looks good.' She projected a pleased feeling, imagining the draenix in her mind for them. She'd never seen a creature wear human clothes around here; and the cloak looked... well suitable. Suitable for the creature if they didn't decide it was annoying and burn it. Thankfully she'd collected one of these in the past and it hung up in the closet, collecting dust. And hopefully no moths. Moths were hell on fabric, in Enchase and here on Pethia. What was it that moths liked so much of eating fabrics? She didn't know. But the draenix now seemed to be treating her as a mirror, shifting in directions to see the ebb and flow of the watery fabric over themself in her eyes. No linked sight but a mirror of her thoughts. A pleased rumble. Perhaps they were happy now. Beside the cloak, she'd found a pinwheel and another lantern. If they were glass, those little globes wouldn't last. She had to place them together carefully. 29 4.5 6.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 8, 2019 0:09:16 GMT -6
'I want to keep moving.' Ridelys tells the draenix as she starts forward down the foyer hall. Barely into the house and she'd already found a handful of objects; can't complain. If one got lucky, it was a loot magnet. She'd walked away with a handful of trinkets each time, but also nearly lost Fang to a tirade of flying rotten eggs. Couldn't forget, this place was indeed dangerous. {I am more so then mere eggs.} the draenix declares behind her, puffing out their chest a bit. Mere eggs could not harm them. She gave them the image of a fly with many wings falling in a rainstorm of eggs. Of fear and pain and concern. The draenix hisses in response. They are not concerned. Move forth. 'Calm down. You're becoming a coward.' Just the city life seeming to soften up one used to hoofing the wilderness. Perhaps she needed to go camping and rough it for a while... After this trip? 30 5.5 10/12 7.20
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Post by Renathan on Jun 8, 2019 0:12:49 GMT -6
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Post by Skylos on Jun 13, 2019 5:00:55 GMT -6
If it were anyone else telling her this out loud, Ridelys would brashly deny being a coward. She preferred to err on the cautious side; but yes, some of her recent actions and thoughts were cowardly. Did it help at all that she was leading around one of her more dangerous creatures through the place where magic felt almost pulsating in the air at times? (I mean, how else is the mansion throwing items at us, random dice rolls? Naaaah) She'd seen what happened to people that dealt with the unseen plane; they frequently missed a limb or a piece of themselves or their own minds were corroded. But as she fretted about this, the draenix gave her the flattest expression their face seemed able to give. "What." she asks them. A slight tilt of the head in confusion, the noble beast has no answers for her. All her frets mean nothing to them. Or do they. 31 1.5 8.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 13, 2019 5:09:01 GMT -6
{You make noise without moving your maw.} they respond at last, gazing around the foyer, taking a few steps forward. {Much noise of fear.} Looking back, they almost have a smirk playing on their face, although the draenix knew not of a smirk or a smile. But the position of how they looked back at her, had the smirking look. They could see past the flesh exterior of her. There was a fire there; a mark resembling themself; ethereal in nature and unfelt by her. Ridelys gives a slight sigh, letting her shoulders drop. Her left hand brushes part of the archway as she passes through. "Yes, I'm afraid. I remember past experiences of here being dangerous. I fear for those whom I keep around me. Is it wrong to be afraid for my horde." Her voice sounds harder. Defensive. The draenix wasn't mucking about; they had only their ribbon for a few minutes, and now were picking her brain apart. Or her intentions. 32 2.5 9.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 13, 2019 5:20:49 GMT -6
{They know no fear of the place they have not encountered.} the draenix finally muses, looking away. {The fear is extra. Of your own self. Not for them do you fear, you fear for yourself.} Way to onion the conversation apart. {You fear us} She gestures to the multitude of... wounds gathered over the past years. Inflicted by working with the ones she feared. "Not exactly been kind to me in return." Motioning to the scaled over portion of her lower leg. This injury had hampered her. There was a few scars under her hair from being driving into the dirt as well during a breaking. The bite on her lip from a rambunctious canid. "You've exploded on me." {What you fear is what abilities hide within then.} they respond. {A predator will bite if threatened. Explosion is a bite.} A kneejerk reaction of fear was to bite; not to blast someone off their feet. 33 3.5 10.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 13, 2019 5:27:22 GMT -6
From what she could discern from the very confusing conversation with the creature, who no longer paid attention to her and kept walking down the hall, the draenix seemed to believe that she was afraid of her horde. Of what they could do. Abilities beyond a simple bite that she did not offer to them themselves. Like Caiman's wind, it was a choice she made to give him. Of the abilities born to her horde vs being bestowed? "Yes, I'm afraid of what you're able to do. What is your point." she asks, not moving forth briefly, standing in the foyer (still) and holding a pose of 'so what'. The creature's reply had a sharp hissing response. {If what I can do causes fear in you, you will not master fire.} A swish of the tail, as the draenix marches forth, only to pause. Before them was a mush of things again; someone's leftover... what sort of wooden thing has strings like this pulled from edge to edge? But what caught their eyes was the pulsating crystal holding two fireflies in hypnotic fashion. 34 4.5 11.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 13, 2019 5:33:09 GMT -6
This... did make sense. The draenix's inner elements were of fire and chaos, far as she was aware. If she'd read through their stat sheet. Their volatile nature and abilities were one side of the element of fire. Fire burns. It explodes with energy. The small of her back heats up briefly, upswinging towards her shoulders as a rush of emotion, of denial, bubbles within. {Fire is not just what I can do. It is life.} How very fitting. They seem to be watching the crystal. It pulses, appearing as if a fire of void swirls within the clear surface. With each pulse, the fireflies seem to twitch, and change their flight patterns. The magical pull is a bit much for them. Being jarred doesn't seem to stop the procession of aerials as Ridelys catches them. She hangs back. This wasn't a typical crystal; looks like quartz, but smoky. Pulsing with energy. She'd never encountered this before. What is it. 35 5.5 11/13 12.20
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Post by Renathan on Jun 13, 2019 6:52:07 GMT -6
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Post by Skylos on Jun 13, 2019 10:27:38 GMT -6
For the inhabitants of the labs, to possess magic themselves is a rarity. One could get magic in a few ways, besides having pets with innate magical ability. The first was was magical items; like the softly glowing spear that decorated her door in the kennel. It made windy noises as she passed beneath. The second was magical jewels; those elementally charged crystals could be socketed into jewelry, items, gargoyles alike. The third and most powerful/dangerous method in opinion, was nodes. From what she had heard alone, it took several charged crystals of the same type, a roundish crystal that looked like a crystalized raspberry pearl, and a healing berry. The ones that evergreen kings made, somehow. But if there was more, it wasn't publically shared. Besides the rumor that the archmage of the city (whomever this was) had taken an understudy. Someone had managed to get their paws on enough magic to do that. One who didn't have an explosive draenix, perhaps? {I heard that} 36 1.5 13.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 14, 2019 12:54:15 GMT -6
"I wasn't trying to shield my thoughts." she retorted to the creature in front of her. The almost hollow ringing sound from the crystal before her put her instinct on edge. "Recalling if I knew anything about this... crystal thing." Maybe it was the draenix's tat-lung heritage, or just curiosity, but they turned about to come back and investigate. The cloak rippled with their movements as the creature walked. They regarded the crystal before the two of them with... interest? "You going to eat it?" {No. I do not eat gemstones.} the draenix responds in a haughty sort of thought manner. The beaklike snout curls in distaste. Carefully, Ridelys draws out a cloth from her pocket, to grab and wrap up the stone. Without knowing much of what it was or what it could do, she wouldn't take any chances of touching one of these crystals with her bare hands. No telling what it could do. 37 2.5 14.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 19, 2019 23:06:06 GMT -6
[Disappointing] The draenix paused in midstep. Craining their head about to seek the orgin of the noise. There was nothing, naught but the female busy stowing away the crystalline treasure. Collecting any stray fireflies (for who knows why) and any other fallen objects. Giving themself a little shake, the draenix entered the hallway after long last. But they heard it again. [Very disappointing.] The sound had a distinctly... powerful feeling. Like the rush they got from dealing with fire and chaos. {Dis...app...oint...ing?} they wonder inwardly, quietly enough to keep the theron from getting overly curious. She seemed into her collections. [Disappointing. The guide is there to guide the marked one. Why is the guide not guiding the marked one.] the voice permeated the draenix's thoughts again. A mixture of fear and irritation sparked inside the creature's gut instincts. {What guide. What marked.} they insist. The voice has no initial answer. What was this voice; that did not come from the ribbon on their horns. Was the cloak magical and talking? 38 3.5 18.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 19, 2019 23:20:46 GMT -6
The first feeling of wrongness came from hearing a voice in their mind. The second came from the building feeling of pressure, pressing up against their control of their power. But not on the draenix's desire to harness. Not in their usage of their own power. [The guide and the marked are unknown to each other. A lesson is needed.] Beneath the cloak, the draenix could feel the slight ripples of their wings. This was the first sign. They gave only a momentary shriek; very birdish, and very PAY ATTENTION! BOOMPH It wasn't the explosion of fire that the draenix had twice now unleashed. But a shockwave of energy that burst from within, and carved ethereally through the plane of existance. It knocked Ridelys into the nearest wall. She collided with it, then fell back. Her bangs splayed across her face, a gash opening next to an intricate tattoo marking. The pulse of energy did not come a second time. The draenix stood there, suddenly weak at the knees. Their wings were much smaller now, the cloak somehow surviving. 39 4.5 19.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 20, 2019 0:31:30 GMT -6
{What was that} came a faint trickle voice from the ribbon link. Ridelys could barely hear it. The energy had collided with whatever was in her pocket, and it made everything ring like a bell tower in a big city, standing right beneath the giant bell. {What is a marked?! What guide! What!} the draenix... had it exploded again? No... nothing was burning... that she could smell. But could smell a sharp coppery tang. A painful pulse across her head. Ow. [The marked are guided on their journey. The guide does this task. You, creature of man, are the marked's guide.] the powerful feeling voice echoed in the draenix's mind. A flashing image of an enormous bird of fire, wings spreading across the horizon, spanning hte sky. [Are you up to the task] The draenix's mind swirled with uncertainty. Glancing at the female sprawled away from them, her mark bleeding and seen. It clicked; she was the marked. {She... she does not want me.} They finally think this. {She is afraid.} [Fear is a crux to overcome. The marked holds many fears. They hold her back. She is learning, but is slow. Slow and corruptable.] So many larger words. [Being a guide, a guardian, to her, that is your task. Your reason. Your existantal path. Overcome your cruxes, creature of three, prove you are more then a maleable firework.] The voice ended there. Beyond the foyer, a few books randomly fall off the shelf. Perhaps because something passed it by. 40 5.5 12/14 20.20 lv 262
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