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On the Wings of Dragons

Idk i think 5 days is more reasonable bit a week would still totally work for me!

On the Wings of Dragons

@Byte I am so sorry for your loss, take your time.

On the Wings of Dragons

I am really sorry for not replying soon enough and I really hope I'm not bothering too much by breaking the rules this one time to post my entry a day late.

On the Wings of Dragons

Vihor had been feeling strange since he had met the quadrion. The prince knew about his past, he was certain on it. Those glances, no matter how hard the other man had tried hiding them, had not gone unnoticed. But he could handle Caleb. People like that, especially noble folk, they were all the same, you could make them happy with just following their orders and not sticking out - not that Vihor was particularly good at that but trying should be enough.

It was the dwarf that worried him a lot more. If he knew about Vihor’s background he didnt show it. Vihor himself didnt know a lot about his, just that he was a mage and former warrior, but he couldn't be sure if he had gotten the same amount of information about other dragonriders as they had. Just that he was a mage worried him. Vihor himself had felt the energy shifting, the air changing, when Stratim had carried him up to the plateau they had met. A mage with that kind of power or experience usually had that effect, he had learned that years ago, just never experienced it to this degree.

Strarim snorted and brought Vihor back into reality. The other riders were already flying and looking down on them, waiting. Vihor seriously questioned how he hadn't noticed them taking off. With a sigh he wrapped his fingers around Startim's rilled horns and gave her the signal to get up. With a few wingbeats she left the ground and in a steep flight they came up to the others.

On the Wings of Dragons

Hey this might seem a bit random but this is my first online rp... How do we handle.any dialogue or potential quickly paced scenes? To what grade are we allowed to write for other characters and are we even supposed to?

On the Wings of Dragons

The wind was practically whipping. The trees here were sparse and bowing like a soldier to their king. Everything here bowed to the storms, even the stone, it seemed.
The birds that would sing now, to tell each other that a new day had awoken and the sun was going to rise soon had gone unusually quiet and the whistling of the wind, echoing from the rugged cliffs, was interrupted only by light footsteps and the rustling of feathers.
“I just can’t seem to figure out what your problem is.”
With a sigh Vihor Thorn sank down on the next best rock he found and turned his head to the white feathered dragon following him. She really looked rather upset, at least as much as a dragon could do that. She lowered her head and nudged him on the shoulder.
“What is it, my friend? It can’t possibly be too cold for you.” He pushed her snout away gently. “I know you might not be aware but this here is supposed to be your home. Better than the undercroft we met, isn’t it, Stratim?” With a deep rumble Stratim agreed and laid down, curling around the rock. Her feathers flared up and Vihor wanted to laugh at her. A winddragon that doesn’t like strong wind was a joke that certainly would have paid a lot if he had stayed with the circus.
“I really hope you don’t get lazy now. We still have a long way ahead of us.” He reminded her but she had already turned her head away and let out a provocatively loud snore. Maybe they did need a break. After all the duo had been walking for almost four hours now and the sun was rising. There was no particular reason why Vihor preferred to travel at night. Maybe it was just being used to it. The last two years of his life he had spent being a thief and those typically don’t move in broad daylight, especially when they have a dragon the size of two to three horses with them. Or when their appearance catches as many eyes as Vihor’s did.

The wind slowed down when the rim of the sun started rising over the landscape of clouds. Vihor took off his coat, even though the cool air made the hairs on his arms immediately stand up. After this cold night he had to stretch, not his arms or legs but the pair of folded wings, attached on his hips and neatly folded on his back. They had been aching for some time now and really moving them again and picking at the jammed feathers until they stopped stinging helped a lot. Now this was one of the reasons Vihor liked hiding in the shadows better. When he was still in the circus it would bring him in money. He wasn’t like most beatkins, equally animal and human. Those wings, too short to fly, were not the only thing poking out, there were also the elven ears, the white hair, the yellow eyes… One time a child had described him as a badly done puzzle that just wouldn’t fit right.
It hadn’t been particularly wrong. Even back in his tribe fitting in was difficult. While the other chicklets learned to fly, Vihor would stay on the on the ground. Even the wings of the others had never been big enough to fly but their connection to the element of wind had been inherited. It was strong, swept them off the ground and let them sail over the seas of clouds. And Vihor watched. His own connection to air had been one exceptionally difficult to figure out. It was there, all around him, but more like an itch than the comforting presence his tribe’s highmage had described it as. Oh Munja. He missed her and her wise words. If he had stayed she would’ve helped him surely to figure it out. ‘We are always with you’, that was the meaning of the feather tattooed on his ankle, but right now it really did not feel like it.
He shook his head to snap out of it. Just a year here and he would be a free man with a free dragon, and then he could go wherever he wanted, find Kutsa or her grave, find where he really belonged, because it surely was not this place.

Just one year. And until then he would try his best to survive. With a sigh Vihor crossed his legs, spread his wings and closed his eyes.

Meditating was supposed to help building connection to mana, especially the grounding elements, but Vihor had to ashamedly confess that he was too impatient. The higher mages in his tribe would do this for days on end but he barely managed until the sun had emerged fully. Stratim protested loudly when he got up again and pulled her up on her horn. She growled, even snapped at him, but reluctantly followed him when he continued the rough path. Not long until they should meet the rest of their squad.

On the Wings of Dragons

Name: Vihor Thorn

Age: 21

Description:

A young man standing at 5'10. He has a toned but surprisingly slender figure for a fighter. His mouth bears the fangs most beastkin have, but his are significantly smaller. He looks mostly human, but both his wavy, white hair and his pointy ears show his elven lineage clearly. You would think the beastkin isnt as obvious, but then he takes off his cloak and reveals the two feathered wings on his lower back, usually folded on his back or resting on his hipbones. They are dappled grey, turning all white in the winter.
His face is framed by white, messily cut bangs. His freckled skin is more obvious around his nose and his irises are a warm yellow. His upper lip frenulum is pierced (smiley piercing), it's traditional. His left heel has a feather tattooed, tradition as well. He also has a septum piercing an eyebrow piercing and both also have some tradition but he also found them quite beautiful.

Race: Half Beastkin, quarter human, quarter elven

Nation: First Feros and then Norsinia

Magic type: Mana, especially to the element of wind. But due to leaving his tribe so early, he never got a real education or any training on it so his magic outbursts are comparable to reflexes or other natural reactions instead of controlled ones.

Abilities:

- Sharpshooter. Unmatched aim, often unconsciously manipulated by mana. Usually using his collection of 16 throwing knives but theoreticallymost things will do.
- Bursts. Unconsciously triggered bursts of wind, usually as a defense. If a spell is a word or a sentence, these are gasps. Not trained yet at all.
- Copying. A clown can mimic and so can Vihor. Was someone for example a firemage and about to flame someone, Vihor could just then do the same and hold it, it just won't be as strong.

Background:

Vihor is from a tribe that has always prided itself with keeping away from most of society. It is just birdesc beastkin and while his only blood there was his mother and his older sister, most of the clan felt like family. He had been too small to understand the tribe conflicts back then.
Why the tribes that were wandering to Norsinia for summer attacked each other. Later he would learn that their highmage at the time hadn't been a particularly good person.

But that wouldn't bring his sister back. The memory of that big storm, born naturally but fueled by mages on both sides until it turned into an misshapen beast of a wind, and then how it would lift so many of them into the air and then just took off with them... It had burned itself into Vihor’s brain.

His mother never recovered and Vihor refused to stay, even when their highmage was swapped for a wiser, calmer one, that wouldn't lead them into ego-war. As a young juvenile he left them.
His goodbye ritual included getting that piercing and tattoo, a wish for a lot of real smiles and a reminder that a small part of them will be with him for every step of the way.

Vihor wandered further into Norsinia, looking for work. He had been small and thin for his age but the thieves and jesters from the circus that had been in town appreciated his unusual appearance and his slim hands. They took him in and over the next years, while he traveled with them through half of Norsinia, still looking for his sister or at least closure, he learned a lot from them. How to juggle, how to dance on a rope ten feet in the air, how to slip the wallet of a man when passing by.

He turned into a really good thief and one day a man, an orc with strong tusks and bloodshot eyes was watching him. But he didnt hand Vihor to the guards. Instead he had a commission, a commission with a mouthwatering payback. A sum big enough to make it possible for Vihor to technically search the entire country for his sister. So he agreed and broke into the house of a rich merchant. But just when he found what he searched, an old amulet, he found something else as well.

A young winddragon, just grown and chained up. A fancy puppy with a muzzle. Winddragons are divine beings for his tribe and even though he wasnt religious anymore, he still felt a kind of connection to the creature. They fled together but from then on were on the run.

Stealing a dragon and just having one with you without any permission or reason of sorts was highly illegal and no matter how quiet the dragon was, a reptile in his size and in bright white is a little too noticeable.

They hid and at that point Vihor had to ask himself why those razorsharp teeth weren't ripping him apart. But seems like neither him nor the dragon were big fans of rules. They became a good duo, feeding each other, hiding each other, breaking in together. Well, together in some way. They became a good team but unfortunately Vihor got catched at some point.

So, decisions, decisions. Join the dragonriders, get a payment when you're done, we need someone with wind powers up there and you seem to have a lot of tricks... Or spend the rest of your life in prison. Well, it was an easy choice.

Dragon name: Stratim

Type: Wind Dragon

Description: White in the winter and white, partly greyish in summer, with feathers everywhere. She has, unlike most wind dragons, four legs ending in long claws and four wings, two big, main ones, two down her long tail that are mostly for navigation. Stratim also has brown horns Vihor is allowed to hold onto when they're flying.

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Breath Ability: Warm wind, she decides it's strength, can vary from a breeze to a tornado.

Hello!

I've never used a site like this and I'm nervous since i also never really rp'd before. I always wanted to and it was fun to imagine it but unfortunately not really anyone in my life was into that. So I'll try to use this site and i hope I'll find a cool game i can be a part of where the people have ebough patience for me haha.

PS: Also please spare me, English isn't my first language.
And also i was doing this forum post to make a bio why can't i still (T-T)