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The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Kayis Date: December 12, 2014, 11:56 am
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This is the Home Islands to the Dracomis Clans, Ancient lands
that once belonged to true Dragons.
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Tea Date: December 22, 2014, 1:19 am
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The dull roar of wave crashing into sand echoes along the beach,
foam and seaweed being deposited with each rhythmic meeting.
It's relaxing here, quiet save for the nature around her.
Cyrillia sits silently on a rock amidst the sand dunes littering
the beach of this island, her pale skin safe from the suns warm
glow in the shade of a large palm tree. Even here, alone and
unknown her posture is still that of royalty. Old habits are
hard to break. Considering almost her entire family believes her
to be dead anyway though, it doesn't truly matter much. A soft
sigh passes her pale pink lips and is lost in yet another
meeting of wave and sand. This place is beautiful, a paradise.
But all she can think about is how much she would rather be back
in her kingdom. Her people need her. They need stability and the
old traditions. They need peace. Not only the citizens of her
home but her family as well. Gods only know what damage has been
wrought since she was supposedly killed. Or what violence will
come.
The lone woman stands from her rock and pulls up part of the
scarf around her neck to cover the top of her head and her snowy
white ears as she walks back toward her temporary home. The
people here have been so good to her. Allowing her to use their
home as her safe haven, keeping her identity a secret, Cyrillia
wishes there was some way she could repay them for the kindness
she has been shown. It unfortunately will have to wait until she
is on the throne she was groomed for, which she prays will not
be long from now.
The sands of the beach have now turned to dirt as she walks
inland toward her refuge. Large craters flank her either side as
she walks through a barren area, the remnants of a battle long
over. It seems not even a place as tranquil as this can avoid
the violence that comes with power, no matter the kind. The
blackened craters are a stark reminder of why she is here, and
what she is doing. So her kingdom does not implode with the
violence and distrust as those that fought here long ago. An
almost inaudible growl comes from her stomach as she nears her
village. It's well past lunch time, and she hasn't even eaten
breakfast. And so she heads for her new dwelling and then toward
it's kitchen for something to eat, which will most likely be
eaten alone as seems to be the usual happening around here. Not
that she complains, she just gets lonely.
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Kayis Date: December 22, 2014, 9:33 pm
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Towering summits crafted and arced into a perfect crown of crag
were a colossus upon the island. The Dragons keep, the main
fortress of the Dracomis elders, and their home land. The Island
was a pit of remnant history that seemed to scorn the land with
its every second. The craters were a constant reminder of the
great creatures that had ruled this land, the battle of the
Burning sky as many had once called the great battled between
Phoenix and the Dracomis.
Lord Silver-sun, Garrick, King, brother to the Golden Dragon
stepped through the mighty carved out halls, remnants of kills,
of great Dragon skulls seemed to decorate the corridor. None of
the Dracomis believed in such stupidity as ritual burials, the
head of great Dragon's would be best served as a reminder upon
the ageless walls of the Keep. Silver- sun had debated this idea
often with his brother, but in the end he'd won their debate.
Garrick was making his way to the main dinner chamber, all the
while passing encrusted armor, and the decadent sound of the
Draconic smith echoed the chambers. Chain, and steels seemed to
hang low as fastenings to keep crag and almost adamantine stone
walls together. Fangs, claws,a nd bones only added to that
decor.
Finally Garrick reached his destination, falling into a hall
where large giant boar remained, cooked, scorched even. The
cooks of the keep were not the finest to be sure, and even worse
Valladar was helping with the meal this day. Garrick took his
seat at on end of the table, his own silver encrusted throne of
sorts, and a corresponding color gem sat at the top of every
chair to follow. This was how meals were done in this Kingdom..
Though peculiarly enough one chair held no stone. it almost
looked to be squeezed in with the rest even. Garrick settled
into his own spot and waited.. The others would arrive soon.
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Tea Date: December 22, 2014, 11:26 pm
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The smell of the food soon to come has permeated the air as
Cyrillia makes her way along the empty corridors of the castle
that has served as her home for just over a month now. It's been
that long already, and yet the unfamiliar feel of this place
still lingers. She has learned her way around by now, but the
walls adorned with the dead, and the general difference from her
home land is so stark. It leaves a hole missing in her heart.
She hopes this mess with her family will end soon so she can
return back to their home and things can be as they should be.
Their family whole and at peace. Cyrillia is very aware that
Zariko tried to kill her and that he does not agree that Kayis
should wear the crown. But there is still a part of her -however
naive it may be- that refuses to let go of the hope that her
family can be healed.
Soon she has entered the eating chamber, food already set out
and waiting for the others to join. It seems she is rather
early. All the chairs are empty still save for Lord
Silver-sun's. Her eyes meet his and she gives a slight curtsy in
greeting before moving toward her personal chair. Her leather
and cloth shoes do not make but a whisper against the stone
floor as she walks, and so the room is filled with a quiet that
makes her slightly uncomfortable. As if it is a hole needing to
be filled. After taking her place at the table she sends a small
smile to the head of the table and speaks softly, her voice soft
as silk and yet still carried through out the large room with no
problem. "Good evening, my lord. How was your day?" As they wait
for the others she gently lays a white linen over her lap and
folds her hands neatly over top. Ever the embodiment of the
queen she was meant to be.
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Naia Date: December 22, 2014, 11:42 pm
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Slender digits dance upon the surface of the fountain's water,
black pitted eyes gazing adoringly at the ripple that her
fingers made. It would soon be dinner time, and surely Garrick
would be expecting her, and the others to come, and eat with
him, but the thought of leaving the one thing that calmed, and
comforted her...was painful. Nai'a gazed at her reflection upon
the water's surface, and took note that her massive mane of
curled silver was slightly messed. She kind of like the wild
look it gave her, and so she left it as is as she rose from the
fountain's side, and stood to walk herself to the dining hall.
Bare feet made no sound as she made her way toward the smell of
food, the scent causing her to speed up her pace just as her
stomach grumbled. Nai'a stepped through the door to the dining
hall, her slender body void of any clothing as literal masses of
flesh like scales covered her breasts, and lower regions much
like a bikini would. Her skin, powder blue and shimmering,
glistened in the sun's rays as she padded over to an aquamarine
encrusted throne like chair, the material it was made out of
looking to be coral from the many bodies of water around. Some
might think it odd that the chair even held the weight of a
human being, but Nai'a would accept nothing else.
She let herself glide down into the chair, and turned her
attention first to Silver-Sun, seemingly glowing blue eyes
gentle as she inclined her head toward him,"Hello, Garrick." she
stated, her voice echoing, the voice of two in one. The Dracomis
have many times wondered why she sounded this way, and she
simply liked to think it was the Moon's voice melded with her
own. She then turned her attention to their guest, and inclined
her head to the wolf eared female,"And hello to you as well."
she let her lips curve into a small smile as she folded her
hands in her lap. Soon the other dragons would arrive, and the
feast would begin.
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Valladar LightBringer Date: December 23, 2014, 12:17 am
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A sigh passed his lips, the wind blowing between his fangs into
the open air, of course today of all days he was forced back
here to help with the meal that had been planned for this
evening. He shifted around the kitchen, lifting plates cutting
vegetables, and simmering meat and soup, before long the large
man had helped prepare quite the feast for the family and their
visitor. He carried the plates out almost like a waiter, despite
the fact him being of the royal blood. He laid the food down
upon the long table in the dining room where Garrick, Cyrillia,
and Nai'a sat, soon all the plates and such had been laid upon
the table and Valladar finally made his way to the seat at the
other end of the table across from his brother. The golden
throne per-say to mimic the color of dragon that he was born as,
his golden eyes shifting around the table at everyone that was
there, nodding a greeting towards his brother and Nai'a before
setting his eyes upon their guest as he dug into the food upon
the table, he spoke, his commanding and charismatic voice
slipping forth.
"I hope your stay in our kingdom has been welcoming, after all
it is quite an honor to have such a royal Asader within our
midst."
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Kayis Date: December 25, 2014, 2:46 am
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One by one they filed in, and Garrick raised to the occasion.
Steely silver eyes glazed past the abyss of blackness that was
trait to the Dracomis. he was a Royal brother, a guardian and
king to this keep, and thus he sat head of the table. Saccuro
had been a man Garrick trusted, and even Arias had once gained
his respect when he'd fought with Abmar the Black Dragon,
respect by battle was the way of the Dracomis.
"Ahh of course, good evening to all of you as well." His voice
was thick with command, it demanded the attention of all in the
room. "I too hope your time within The Deep Dragimaut castle is
showing you well. of course we can not appease to the splendors
of a home land, but you are safe here, and you are un-bothered,
what more could be asked for?" With that Garrick raised his
goblet and drink from it. Three more were now filing in.
"The rest are late... I have no use for tardy dragons, we begin
our feast now in honor of our guest." His words were absolute,
and each of them did their salute, holding their claw over their
heart, before tearing it away swiftly and leaving it to the
side. Garrick did the same from his place. Then turned to the
first three to of entered ignoring the rest to talk about
whatever they willed. "Naia, we must begin talk for the ritual
festival.. Our guest will be present for one of our finest
Honors... A whole week of events including the best in showings
of strength, the Races, the wine, and mead, and passionate
dancers... Naia.. " he smirked at the the Lunar Lady of
Dracomis, and then settled to take the first large bite from his
plate... "Let our feast begin.. "
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Edgar Allen Date: December 26, 2014, 11:36 am
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[center]He was late, but only slightly. He liked to think he had
good reason to be late too, though tardiness was never
acceptable.
Uri slipped silently into the dining hall. Had his presence been
weak and not demanding of attention no one would’ve even noticed
him; but his grotesque silhouette always commanded attention.
The young dracomis immediately dropped down on a knee after he
placed himself before his lords, a claw clenched over his heart
in the typical greeting of such high ranked and pure beings.
“My lords,” He mumbled in a quiet voice so as to not disturb
them as he bowed his head low, the dull brown of his colored
irises not even settling on their feet in order to show his
guilt.
His body remained contorted in the bow until he was dismissed by
either of his lords, at which point he would step into the
nearest corner of the room with his hands clasped behind his
back - always heeding their every beck and call. His torso
remained bare of any article of clothing. Shirts and the like
were more of a nuisance than not; and while he thought it
inappropriate to be so nude in front of the women - more
specifically the omnipotent Nai’a who held herself with the
elegant decorum of a gentle queen - Uri thought being shirtless
was far better than wearing a torn shirt so the misshapen spikes
of his wings would protrude. Waist down he wore leather trousers
and on his feet he wore boots of the same brown leather. A
common occurrence throughout his whole attire were the random
splotches of mud, and rarer than the mud were pink slices of a
blade, which were no longer dripping blood rather they were
crusted with dried blood. He was late and had no time to clean
up from his rumble with another, far larger, dracomis who, like
many others, despised Uri’s very existence.
It was always the same thing:
“Such a disgrace shouldn’t serve ou pure lords!”
“Your weakness will rub off on them!”
“Who would allow an unsightly thing as yourself that close to
your gracious lords?”
Those provocations stabbed into his back like knives. He could
only take so much before his calm broke; at which point fights
would ensue. One against one; one against ten. It was always the
same. Uri always lost - always come back with wounds to present
before his lords. And while the cause of the bruises and cuts
were obvious, Uri never once pointed a finger. After all, it was
his fault for being so weak or too slow to evade the punch or
too distracted to dodge the knife. It was always his fault.
[/center]
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Tea Date: December 27, 2014, 11:02 pm
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Slowly the other nobility of this land files in and takes their
places at the large table. Lord Valladar, lays the food out on
the table while Lady Nai'a and Lord Garrick exchange
pleasantries and greetings. She finds it strange that one of the
nobles of this castle is serving food as if he is one of the
other servants. She does not dwell on this fact though, and
instead gives a gentle nod and smile to Nai'a. "Hello, Lady
Nai'a. You look exquisite as ever, of course." Then Valladar and
Garrick speak, and she inclines her head in their direction.
"Yes, my lords. I am most grateful for your hospitality.
Everything afforded to me has been more than enough. A festival?
Oh, that sounds lovely. I would be honored to attend." Cyrillia
then turns back to Nai'a to listen as she elaborates on the
details of the festival. Though no one from her kingdom is
likely to be there, and shouldn't be for her safety, it will
still be wonderful to have entertainment to keep her busy.
Though the table is now filled with Dracomis of all kinds, the
door to the eating hall is opened once again. Cyrillia glances
toward the door, making sure to be politely discreet. Her golden
eyes widen just slightly as a battered and bruised man enters,
kneeling at the head of the table seeking forgiveness for his
tardiness. Her heart clenches in pity as he moves to walk toward
the corner of the room. This is not the first time she has seen
the Dracomis man, and it seems every time she does he is wearing
new wounds. She cannot fathom why, but the ways here are so
different, she turns her head down toward her food so as to not
offend anyone. She brings her cup of wine to her lips, taking a
light sip of the red liquid before taking a small bite of food
and chewing quietly. As she listens to the other woman present
speak.
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Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
By: Naia Date: December 28, 2014, 9:19 pm
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[center]The Lunar Dragon sits upon her throne holding herself
with a unnerving natural elegance. Crystalline eyes gaze around
the table as Valladar plates, and places the food before them.
It was custom for each Dracomis member to help prepare the feast
every night. What sense of satisfaction would they gain from the
feast if one of them did not help out, correct? Nai'a eyed the
food with a satisfactory smile upon her plump lips, fingers
itching to reach for a leg of meat. Her actions, however, were
interrupted by the words of Garrick, a slight flash of play
glimmering in her luminescent eyes. Halting her hand's advance
toward the meat upon her plate, Nai'a turns her body toward the
Metal Dragon, a Vixen grin upon her lips. "Oh? Passionate
dancers, you say? Garrick, you know dancing is not my only
passion. Perhaps I could also sing for our guest while the
festival commences." She had only sang at one of the Dracomis
festivals, and the eerily beautiful way her voices harmonized,
and echoed with each word of her songs drew in listeners from
all around their lands.
Nai'a finds herself strongly considering the idea, but soon
finds her thoughts disrupted by none other than the lovely
Asader Princess sitting diagonally to her right. Her eyes fall
upon the fair skinned beauty, and she inclines her head towards
the she wolf in acknowledgement of her words. "Thank you,
Cyrillia. You, as well, look stunning." she mused as she looked
fondly toward the Asader Heiress. When the doors to the dining
hall creaked, and another Dracomis entered though, her eyes cast
a glance toward the one she had fondly deemed The Scarred
Dragon. Unlike many of the other Dracomis in these lands Nai'a
admired the young man, and his courage to stand before them, and
stay with them even when the obvious beatings he endured, and
the shameful insults he heard daily wracked at his brain. As he
approached the table, shirtless, and bruised, Nai's lips turned
down at the corners. She frowned, immediately saddened that he
had endured yet another beating today. The one known as Uri then
made his way to the corner he had designated to himself. The
Lunar Dragon puffed out her cheeks, and turned her body in her
throne to gaze over at him, silver curls falling over her
shoulder as she did so.
"My Dear Scarred Dragon..." she murmured, voices laced with
concern, and worry. Sighing, she looked back at her plate of
food, and then to Garrick, eyes then flashing with a sort of
dare for him to stop her in her next actions. Nai'a rose from
the table, and gathered her plate into her hands. Giving
Garrick, and Valladar both a glance, not even hinted with fear
or care of their thoughts on the matter, she turned, and walked
over to Uri. The woman stopped in front of him, and she offered
him a smile,"My Dear Scarred one...I offer you a plate of food.
Will you accept?" Her gaze turned expectant, voices curious. If
he would accept the plate, she would return to the table, and
gather up another, and fill it with the petite portions she
preferred rather than the heaping mass of food Valladar had
given her. Nai'a then turned her gaze to a, no doubt, angered
Garrick, and continued their conversation. "As for the Festival
activities. Surely we are going to do another tournament to
showcase the Dracomis strengths. What, pray tell, would you
offer as a prize for the winner this year?" Her voices were
curious, and she vaguely wondered if, due to his reaction to her
offering his servant food, he would treat the prize of that
tournament as a punishment to herself somehow.
It wouldnt much surprise her.[/center]
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