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Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay
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|Subject: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Sat Dec 27, 2014 11:06 pm|| |
You have just completed your hatchling-to-dragon ceremony. This ceremony varies between dragon Tribes, but is a rather difficult test administered to hatchlings 100 years old or older to test if a dragon is ready to set out on their own. The test includes a hunting and fighting demonstration, but also a demonstration of the Tribe’s elemental mastery. It was difficult but you finally have won through and now you are flush with your victory, finally able to leave the Hatchling Nest without supervision and able to find your own lair within your Tribe’s boundaries. You also have the option of going to the Dragon Market, where trade with other Tribes -shudder- is permitted.
As you pass under the giant archway that serves as the entrance to the Hatchling Perch, you catch sight of a beautiful mural that dominates the entire archway. The mural is of a huge dragon ten times your size, scales gleaming under the sunset against a tall mountain. The dragon has multicolored scales and there is an air of magnificence about him. You pause to bow your respect to the dragon. Every dragon hatchling is told the story of the Rainbow Dragon and the birth of the tribes, after all.
- Birth of the Dragon Tribes (read it please, important plot):
After you are finished paying your respects to the Rainbow Dragon, you pass under the archway and launch yourself into the sky, circling for a moment before plunging into the wilderness that dominates the landscape. The most important thing for you to do first is to find a lair.
- Tribe Landscapes:
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Sat Dec 27, 2014 11:07 pm|| |
Onyx lifted his head to the sky, bugling in triumph along with the rest of the other poison dragons who had completed the hatchling-to-dragon ceremony. He was officially an adult dragon now, and no longer could adults order him around like a bothersome hatchling! He’d prove to everyone how great he was and everyone would admire him. He preened proudly, noticing several female poison hatchlings looking at him in adoration. They had been part of his fan group when he had been a hatchling, though they had not succeeded in their ceremony. It just went to show how awesome he was that he had completed the ceremony on his first try as a fresh one-hundred year old.
He began his triumphant walk out of the Hatchling Perch, being careful not to trip over his claws -that would be embarrassing, after all. Certainly not fit for such an awesome dragon like he. Onyx continued through the archway that served as the entrance to the Hatchling Perch and paused to look at the huge mural of the Rainbow Dragon. His breath caught as he stared at the magnificence of the long-dead King of the Dragons. He closed his eyes and bowed his head in respect. He wanted to be just like the Rainbow Dragon. Strong, powerful, brave, and clever. Maybe he would one day be just as great as the King had been -and guessing on how great he was already, he was probably well on his way!
Satisfied with himself, Onyx continued through the archway and launched himself into the sky above the Poison Dragon Territory. He circled for a while, looking over the swampy marshlands from afar. He swept over the scraggly trees that sometimes emerged from the poisonous sludge that he delighted to bathe in. He sniffed the air for any dragon scents and smelled none. He lowered himself into a swampy pool and sighed joyously. The pool was bubbling slightly and it felt warm to his scales. He rolled around in the sludge for a while before settling down for a nap. This was truly the life.
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Sat Dec 27, 2014 11:44 pm|| |
Tauleira was positively ecstatic! She had actually passed! After all those years of bullying and hatred, and being told that she wasn't as good as every other dragon in her tribe, she had passed! And first of those who were attempting the test this year as well! The ice-wind hybrid puffer out her chest with pride at her accomplishment before she spread her wings ready to take off and find herself a home. A place far, far away from those who would hate her for the blood than ran through her veins.
As she paused in front of the Rainbow Dragon's mural, Tauleira couldn't help but wish she had been alive during the time in which he reigned. She doubted there would have been such segregation of hybrid dragons as there was now. The blue and white scaled dragon dipped her head to the mural before she moved on, finally taking off into the sky. She spent a period of time just enjoying her time in the air. There truly was wind dragon blood in her veins as she used her control over the air to help her turn and weave through the clouds.
Soon however, she realised that she would need to start her search for her perfect home, and thus took off, her flight abilities now serving as the tool she would use to find that perfect place.
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Sun Dec 28, 2014 1:16 am|| |
The high winds of a world far above the earth tore across the spongy landscape that had been his home for the first one hundred years of his young life. Aeolus stood firm against the strong winds, having learned to overcome them in his earliest days, but rather than take to the skies like his brethren, he sat quietly on the furthest reach of the cloud beyond the archway, his long tail wrapped around his feet. He'd only spent a moment regarding the mural of Syngarix, the father of all dragons before bowing his respect to the mythical leader of his people. While the tale of the Rainbow Dragon had always fascinated him, he was firm in his desire to look to the future; his future. Wherever it might take him.
As he stared down at the world below though, it wasn't fear that stayed him from leaving his birthplace, but a deep thought. It had taken a hundred long years of study and education to get to this point; it hardly seemed real. All the trials and struggle, some of which were still fresh in his mind, felt like a dream. However, as he wasn't prone to dreams or flights of fancy, he knew better; the time had indeed come and he was still processing it, reliving the events of the last few days that had earned him the right to be standing where he now stood.
A scuffle of noise and quiet murmurs drew Aeolus from his reflections. Turning slowly, the wind dragon found some fifteen youths all huddled behind him. They hadn't taken off into the skies yet. Instead, they were all focused on him, as if looking to him for direction. It was true his mastery over the ceremonial challenges had impressed a good number of his peers, but he hadn't realized he'd accrued such a following as a result. They all seemed to idolize him, wanted to follow him. Aeolus lowered his gaze. He was no leader, that much he knew. His skills lay in the pursuit of knowledge, not the command of followers.
"You need not wait for me to spread your wings," he said calmly, his silky tones carrying on the wind. "We are our own leaders, destined to carve our own paths. You all won your right to be here, same as I. So go out and make your mark." Without another word, Aeolus leaned forward and dove off the cloud. Sailing downwards like a spear with eyes closed, he reveled in the sensation of the wind against his scales, daring to crack a small smile as he tore through the air, a living projectile targeting the earth below.
All he could hear was the wind in his ears, but he could sense the others had followed his lead, one after another, imitating his approach. One by one though, they pulled up, spreading their wings to break off in a direction of their own choosing. Aeolus maintained his directory blindly, taking in the extra-sensory rush for as long as he could before spreading wide his feathered wings. In an instant, the air caught in the membranes of his carefully preened limbs, halting his descent and creating an updraft.
Finally he opened his eyes, only a mile above the earth, passing over thick wooded forests and wide open plains. He sought a place to land, settling on a field of tall, green grass. It matched his mental image from the stories perfectly but when he settled into a landing, his perception of touch was not as he expected. His feet landed lightly, pressing into the plant-life and pressing it under foot. It didn't feel as smooth and warm as he hoped. Instead, it was cool and prickly, the taller tendrils tickling his legs and underbelly.
Reaching down, he smelled the grass, disappointed again by the scent. Perhaps he had aggrandized the stories just a little too much. Taking a few steps forward, he swept his tail across the thin green stocks. It wasn't as he'd imagined, by it wasn't terrible either. Folding his wings in close, he breathed deeply and rolled slowly onto his side. Settled on the ground, he proceeded to swim on his back, finding the sensation of grass to be far more appealing this way. It occurred to him, as he squirmed on his back like a hatchling, that dragons of the other tribes probably took for granted the little things, like a field of grass to roll in. Or perhaps they didn't and he was just making himself look foolish.
As that new thought crossed his mind, Aeolus rolled back into his feet sharply and stood again, shaking off the bits of grass he'd accumulated. He was of royal stock, not a lower hatchling. He had to act the part. Sweeping an leg through the grass one last time, Aeolus spread his wings once more and launched himself back into the sky, quickly regaining altitude so he could coast on self-made wind currents to carry him to a new home.
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Sun Dec 28, 2014 10:12 pm|| |
Thunder boomed all around as the older dragons congratulated the newest group of Electric Dragons who had managed to pass the Hatchling-to-Dragon Ceremony.
Hues of red, yellow and blue illuminated the rocky landscape around them, turning it into a sea of colours. But while most other dragons seemed cheerful, Rivus couldn't help but feel a bit sad.
After all this day marked the end of his childhood, the end of his comfortable life at home.
Now he would have to set out and find a new place to live, not being protected by his family anymore.
It was a frightening thought. But nevertheless in order to not disappont all those around him, Rivus put on a cheerful face. They had all done so much for him - the least he could do to pay them back was to make them believe he was as happy as they were for him. Still his mind was filled with worry and doubt. Would he really be able to survive on his own?
How was he supposed to make friends so far away from everything he had once known - everything he had once called home?
Well, there wasn't much of a choice he had, had he? Now he could just have failed the test intentionally, but then he would have caused great disappointment to all those who had been there for him all this time. And then he would have forced them to take care of him for longer than would have been neccessary, creating unneccessary for work for them.
So now he was standing there, watching the others bellow in joy and pride, wondering whether they had even thought about just what was happening here. What was so great about becoming an adult anyway? Sure, there were many things one could do now that one previously hadn't been allowed to do, but that didn't neccessarily imply that it suddenly was a good idea to do so.
But again - there wasn't much that could be done about it. Aging couldn't be stopped and neither could the foolish ideas of the young. Both time and stupidity were universal forces that noone was able to destroy or influence even.
Wallowing in these negative thoughts wasn't doing anyone any good though. Rivus would have to set out eventually, so he'd better do it now while the sun was still hanging high up in the sky and the weather was acceptable.
Not much was worse than having to fly around in the dark and while it was raining trying to find a place to stay the night.
The raindrops would cling to one's wings, making one feel cold and dragging one down to the ground while the nightly darkness would make it almost impossible to see anything, most especially which places would be suitable for resting.
And while an Electric Dragon would obviously be able to harness their power over lightning to create at least temporary sources of illumination, the resulting thunder would be likely to wake other dragons, which most likely would not be too happy about being awoken from their slumber.
And so the reptile finally took off, making his way to the mural of the grand Rainbow Dragon.
Once he had reached it, Rivus bowed deeply, closing his eyes as he let out a heartfelt sigh.
How had this land been under the reign of this magnificent creature? Had there even been the need for grown dragons to fly away to live on their own? It truly was saddening that he hadn't been there to witness the reign so many of the elder dragons spoke of. From what he had heard it had to have been incredible.
But there was no use grieving about things that couldn't be changed. Now Rivus had to hurry and find a new place to live before the other dragons would occupy all the good spaces.
And thus the young Electric Dragon turned around again, giving the mural a last wistful look before ascending into the skies, back towards the mountainous lands of his kind.
Somewhere here his new home would be. Well, his new place to live. The term "home" implied a feeling of comfort, of security.
Whether something like this would ever exist in the place Rivus would decide to stay at was yet to be seen.
For now he was gliding over the mountainous landscape, carefully searching the area below him. But whereever he looked, in any place, any cave that seemed to be habitable there already was another dragon that had made it its home.
This was going to take a while...
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Mon Dec 29, 2014 5:37 am|| |
100 years. That was the sacrifice he had to give in order to achieve true freedom. An entire century from birth composing of nothing except limitations, brutal training, and endless longing. They taught him well; he knew how to maneuver under the strong currents of the ocean, how to give chase and capture swift prey, how to defend himself and fight with his all, and most of all, how the world now worked. To them, it was a rivalry between blood, a contest of control, a tense division that was born of a tragedy from long ago--a tragedy that never quite healed over time. To survive in this world, hatchlings had to be made of the best possible abilities. His kind dominated the waves, the grand expanse of waters, and their mastery remained even as the elderly passed and the young took dominance.
He was one of those young. The expectations piled upon his generation were simple: defend their rightful territory, uphold the strength and dignity of Oceanics, and keep their tribe thriving until their own demise. A gruesome concept to teach to such young, though a century was enough to heal that initial shock and let it sink into the cracks of their armor. They were the dragons of the ocean; the only dragonkind capable of thriving solely in the deepest waters. He didn't find this fixated future pleasing, however. He had learned long ago that his calling was far beyond this ocean, a future that he had to search for without these restraints. This didn't make him entirely incapable as a dragon; if that were so, he wouldn't be standing here, presenting himself with the rest of the newly proclaimed adults. He was strong, he would survive on his own, just the way it had to be.
"Hey, focus. You can't possibly be distracted now, of all times."
A familiar voice snapped him from his daydream. A fellow Oceanic stood beside him, blue scales shimmering with the rest of the pack, and azure eyes staring with the faintest hint of amusement. He became aware of the dragons all around him, anticipation and pride radiating off every one of them--it was a bit suffocating. He shook his head slightly, before returning the other dragon's gaze. "No, just very excited," He grinned, "We're about to take a first taste of freedom."
"Very well. Try to avoid ramming into anyone this time, alright?"
He chuckled. "Of course."
The dragons anxiously shuffled, taking their places in preparation. It was time. With a cue, wings were released, bathing the ceremonial area in blues of many shades before a strong gust blew as they flapped and took flight.
He felt the wind underneath his wings, throwing him to the path to his freedom. Flashes of blue, white, and greys, and many more colors graced his sight, but none could compare to what awaited him near the entrance of the Perch--the mural of the Rainbow Dragon.
He came to a stop before the mural, eyes alight with fascination and awe at the mastery of the work. The story that lied behind this masterpiece was one that he had always favored. It told of a time before this feud, when all dragons lived under the guidance and leadership of a truly kind and worthy hero. He bowed his head before its beauty, not only paying respects but also mourning the horrid loss experienced by all dragons. The loss of Syngarix.
Alas, he couldn't spend much longer before this invaluable mural. Others were beginning to take their own departure, and his conscience was better off no longer reminded of the confines of this perch. He was free. Finally free.
He flew out to the skies, watching below. Everything looked so small, so minuscule; he could barely make out any details. Oceanic dragons of all shapes, sizes, and color flew below him, most immediately going for the oceans that lied beyond the Hatchling Perch's island, creating a fantastic sight of mass diving as they disappeared into the depths. The sound of splashing overpowered the roar of his wings and those of his fellows. He remained in the air, captivated by the sight.Go. Dive in. Dive into wonder.
His wings stopped moving, closing themselves to his back. He began his descent to the water below, spinning and shooting down like a torpedo until the violent collision.
The splash subsided and a warmth enveloped him, as though the ocean itself was calming his soul. It was different, it felt
different, like a haven he never expected to have existed. This was what water truly was, the place he was born to be. He let his body work, not thinking as his fins began to paddle him forwards. Fish of many shapes and sizes swam past him, most being quick to avoid being pursued by the horde of Oceanics. Several dragons already began chasing after the critters, no doubt ecstatic to begin practicing their independence and capturing their own prey. Most, however, ignored the fish and focused on swimming further to find their new homes.
He already knew where he wished to live, though. Yes, a place many Oceanics found appealing, a place near the reefs. Most of his peers would choose deeper though, a safe place in the depths where they could reside in peace. Prey in the waters was plenty; only those who lacked in speed required a lair nearby prey, and even then it was probable that those prey would disappear overtime.
Leviathan cared little for peace, at least in terms of his abode. If he were to live near reefs, he'd be greeted by beauty every morning he woke and every night he returned. It wasn't his true haven, but it would do well. Finding a suitable one away from competition would prove a bit difficult, however. He had to be far enough from the Perch.
The giant propelled himself through the waters, remaining just below the waves. His long, white figure was in sight, barely hidden by the rush of the water. He swam further away from his birthplace, searching for a new, beauteous area to call his home.
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Mon Dec 29, 2014 7:43 am|| |
WARNING: Slight mention of bad violence in the second paragraph. You can skim that paragraph, it's mostly just describing the evilness of the bad guys. (that's for you Sav, I know you're sensitive to that sort of thing.)
Whether you have a lair yet or not, you have to sleep sometime. When you go to sleep for the night, you immediately fall into a vivid dream. You wake in the dream to find yourself looking down at a huge mountain in the middle of a barren plain of dead plants and empty skeletons of long-dead dragons. As you watch, large dragons twice your size emerge from a darkened cave near the base of the mountain. These dragons are unlike any dragons you have ever seen before, though. Their scales are pitch black with no variations in their scales, and their eyes are blood red.
They drag behind them the unmoving body of a dragon. You can’t tell what kind of dragon it is, but it could be any dragon, one from your tribe, even. They drag the body into the center of a large circle drawn in the dirt. The black dragons begin to chant in a strange language that sends chills up your spine. As you are forced to watch, they wake the dragon in the middle of the circle and you can hear its pleas for mercy before it is silenced forever. A hole opens up in the world, a strange circle of pulsating black and purple energy. You can see evil, violet eyes peering at you from inside the circle and somehow you know that the entity within has spotted you. The entity seems to peer straight into your soul, and terror washes over you.
Then a light appears out of nowhere, a majestic dragon of multicolored scales emerging from the blinding light, directly in front of you. It seems similar to the paintings of the Rainbow Dragon that you have seen many times before, but it is also distinctly different. The dragon looks at you and puts its front paws together, causing a blinding light to wash over the scene and you are forced to close your eyes.
When you open your eyes again, the mountain and the black, evil dragons are gone, only the strange, multicolored dragon left. You are sitting on a high peak, overlooking a beautiful valley, ringed by ten mountaintops that shimmer as the light of the sun hits them. It is a far cry from the previous nightmare of your dream, and for that you are thankful.
“Welcome, *insert name here*” You turn your head as the dragon attracts your attention by calling you by name. “You may, perhaps, be wondering where you are; and what those creatures you saw were.”
You nod your head warily, wondering where the other dragon was going with the conversation.
The dragon sighs, looking sheepish. “I hadn’t meant to show you that awful scene. I apologize for that; I’m not very good at this dream-thing yet…” he apologizes, his pinkish-violet scales around his face deepening in color as he flushed. “My name is Eureas (yur-ahs). I have come to you because I need your help. As you may have gathered from my scales… I am a rainbow dragon. Several moons ago, I was visited in a dream -much like this one- by my ancestor, a rainbow dragon by the name of Syngarix. He told me that it was my destiny to reunite the Tribes of the dragons, for a great evil was about to enter the land -that entity you saw appear in the Void Portal. But I am trapped here by that self-same entity’s minions -evil dragons who have turned their soul over to him in exchange for power and immortality. I have called out to several other dragons like you to aid in your endeavour. You must meet at the Spire of Truth when the moon next turns full. There you will find instructions on how to proceed -and how to find me. Please help me. I’m counting on you…”
The dragon begins to fade into the background, his entire body turning to wisps of smoke and light. You try to call out questions to him, but before you can utter a single word, you find yourself waking up in the place where you had fallen asleep, heart racing and head swimming with the information that had just been given to you. Now you had a choice. Did you believe the so-called rainbow dragon who had appeared in your dream or was it just a figment of an overworked mind?
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Mon Dec 29, 2014 7:55 am|| |
Onyx awoke from his dream with a start. He was breathing heavily and his heart was racing. He pulled himself from the swampy pool that he had been resting in and launched himself into the cool night air. He had to think about this. The dream had shaken him, more than he would like to, or would ever, admit. The entity with the violet eyes... when it had stared at him, it had felt like it was staring right into his soul -like it was going to shred his soul to pieces and leave him mindless and broken for the rest of his miserable days. He shuddered.
Then that... dragon had appeared from nowhere, essentially saving him. That dragon... sure, it looked VERY similar to the murals of the great Rainbow Dragon, despite its obvious differences. Could he trust it? Was it all just a dream or had the new Rainbow Dragon really chosen him to protect him, save him?
Onyx supposed it couldn't hurt to show up at the Spire of Truth on the full moon. If no-one else showed up, he would know it was just a dream and continue on with his life. If other dragons DID show up, he'd be on his way to helping the next KING of the dragons. Not quite as great as being the king himself, he supposed, but if he could show the new Rainbow Dragon how awesome he was -and obviously the Rainbow Dragon knew, otherwise he would not have chosen him
- then he'd be set for life!
Onyx looked at the sky, eyeing the moon. It was waxing gibbous; soon it would be the full moon -just a few days at the most. If he wanted to reach the Spire of Truth in time, he would have to double-time it across the Poison Dragon territory. The Spire of Truth lay in the middle of Draconia, where all dragons of any Tribe could meet for important reasons. It was forbidden to shed any blood on the grounds surrounding the Spire, punishable by death. At least he knew he was safe from attack there.
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Mon Dec 29, 2014 9:13 pm|| |
Cerice sighed in relief and happiness. She passed the test, in her first try! She had been so nervous she barely slept. Cerice walked under a giant archway, leaving the hatchling perch that was her home for 100 years. When she got to the statue of The Rainbow Dragon, Syngarix, she vowed in respect.
She had heard the stories about him. She heard how life used to be, when all dragons, no matter how different, lived together happily. She felt a bit sad, remembering the wind/ice hybrid, Tauleira. Tauleira was always bullied, even though Cerice disliked it, she felt like she couldn't do anything about it. She then flapped her wings, and flew off to look for a place to live, trying to ignore the guilt that built up inside her.
So far, all possible homes were already taken. Cerice was getting tired, so she flew to the ground to rest. She used her ice magic to create something similar to an igloo, as a temporary resting place. As she laid down inside, she ended up falling asleep. As she slept, she had a strange dream....
Cerice woke up with a start. Eureas, the rainbow dragon from her dream, said that he needs help from her and other dragons, as he is trapped. But how could she have been chosen? She couldn't even stand up for Tauleira, how would she be able to help him? The dream must have been nothing more than imagination... no. No dream made this much sense. And when she saw Eureas... it felt too real. She came out of her "igloo", and looked to the sky. It would be a full moon in a few days. She would have to hurry to the Spire of Truth to get there in time. At least if it was a dream, she would know for sure.
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Wed Dec 31, 2014 1:17 am|| |
Even as the moon had begun to rise over the lands, Rivus still hadn't been able to find himself a suitable home. Sighing he concluded that tonight he would have to rest out in the open - certainly an uncomfortable experience, but what other choice did he have?
And thus the Electric Dragon descended from the skies, folding his wings at the sides of his body as he tried to find a place that would provide at least minimal shelter from the elements for the night - and hopefully one relatively free of rocks as well.
Eventually then Rivus lied down, falling into a restless slumber.
Tossing and turning the Electric Dragon was forced to witness a truly gruesome scene.
Only through the intervention of of some polychromatic dragon this painful feeling of dread and despair was finally lifted from the heart of the suffering Electric Dragon.
Heavy eyelids fluttered open to find things to be just as they had been when Rivus had fallen asleep.
Well, not exactly as they had been. Now there was this multicoloured dragon sitting around.
As the Electric Dragon grew more aware of his surroundings again, the Rainbow Dragon spoke.
And what he spoke of was greatly worrying to the young dragon.
It seemed that he had no choice but to follow the orders of this Rainbow Dragon.
But why had he been chosen? Well, there had to have been some reason he might understand at some time in the future. Both excited about having been chosen to go on this rather important quest and worried about having to be the one to go on an uimportant quest like this, Rivus finally made his way towards the Spire of Truth, not even one thought about the Rainbow Dragon possibly not being real going through his mind.
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|Subject: Re: Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay Wed Dec 31, 2014 4:38 pm|| |
Finally... finally after what Sirius had felt were an Eternity of trials, it was finally over... the tests were finally over. He was honestly glad that he had passed, he'd quite disliked having to do the test, since it made him a focus of others, and it meant if he'd messed up somewhere along the line approaching this day, He'd probably become a mere laughingstock amongst the tribe. Letting off a sigh, Sirius did what he could to distance himself from the other dragons, heading towards the Great Archway, the one from which he'd finally leave this place, his home for 100 years, behind.
Stopping At the Archway for a moment, noticing the Giant mural that depicted the old Rainbow Dragon Syngarix. Seeing the Giant mural reminded him of the old tales, of day's where these tribes didn't exist, when all dragons lived amongst each other, regardless of their skills... What were those times truly like? "I wonder how different things would have been... if he'd been able to reveal the Heir, would things have still turned out how they are now, or would we still be at peace as one? Sirius muttered to himself before looking back... he could see more dragons heading his way.
Bowing his head towards the mural as a sign of respect to the soul of the old Rainbow Dragon, Sirius immediately got moving and took flight, heading off to try and find a suitable location, a Lair if you will. No matter where he looked however, Everywhere seemed to already be occupied within the skies. Sirius didn't want to start challenging others, so he figured he'd try the ground... it may be less comfortable, but better to have somewhere to rest than nowhere at all.
Eventually finding a small spot where he would be able to rest, it'd already gotten surprisingly late... this place would have to do for now, even though it wasn't optimal. Letting off a sigh, the black dragon lay down, in order to try and get some sleep, which he successfully managed. The dream he encountered however... it felt more than a nightmare. He stared, feeling a chill go down his back as he watched the Black dragons, he truly felt fear as he watched a living dragon be silenced... sacrificed perhaps? He didn't want to continue that train of thought what so ever, especially when he saw the violet eyes looking towards him... he truly grew concerned for his wellbeing.
The sudden illumination of the area, the appearance of a dragon from seemingly out of nowhere, now, he grew confused, but for some reason he felt the presence of the strangely familiar looking dragon alleviate his fear somewhat. Due to the sudden second surge of light, Sirius was forced to shut his eyes, he didn't exactly want to get blinded or anything of the sort. When he opened them again however, he was quite surprised to see the change of scenery.
Soon enough he turned his attention to the Multicolored scaled dragon... did... did it bring him away from there somehow, what was all of this? In silence he listened as the dragon spoke... so it was truly a dream, in some regard that good to hear, if this had all been happening before his eyes while he was awake, things probably wouldn't have gone as well. Sirius merely nodded his head when it was an appropriate response... this dragon needed help, it even mentioned Syngarix, was this the Heir the tales spoke of?
Before he had a chance to ask about this though, he awoke. He looked around, trying to gather his thoughts, trying to make sure it truly was just a dream, and that he'd not been hallucinating. Once he'd regained his composure, he sighed... 'You must meet at the Spire of Truth when the moon next turns full.'... was that truly what he had to do? or... was it a trap of some kind... something felt off, but deep down, Sirius had a feeling as if he had to go.
Standing back up from where he had been laying down, he took a moment to try and plot out a route, but in the end he just figured that flying would be the easiest way to get there... so he took flight... he didn't exactly know the way there, but if he didn't look, he'd never find it right?
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Draconia: A Dragon Roleplay