Leviathan

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

I'll type up a post after work. ^^

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

Jangel13 said Who else is talking to me besides dalyuk?

Jeonbae & Siabel are speaking with Aksaja.

Lucatiel was but she left.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

Vesperia
Hands were straightening out the long flowing trail of her silk dress when a shadow fell overhead. Another dragon emerged with a guest but unbeknownst to the platinum blond the coal colored dragon had brought a pet human. A sensation of watchful eyes upon her made the horned dragon finally peek up, and catch a woman in a Victorian style dress staring in her direction. Vesperia followed the woman’s gaze, which were locked onto her large horns. Feeling a bit bashful her body began to slink down and inwardly, fiddling with hands as she brought them to her chest in nervousness. Before she could ask if something were wrong the compact dragon with fringed bangs began scolding the woman like a naughty child.

''I am so sorry my human pet bothered you with her staring.''

Vesperia gave a forgiving smile but her friendly expression faded after the dragon’s sentence replayed in her mind. One word did not belong in that statement…Human, that was it! That term almost slipped from her grasp and her darkened eyes widened in shock. Her head gradually turning to the human who apologized and Vesperia could not help but remain paralyzed with her mouth somewhat agape in alarm. If a bug would have flown in to investigate the space she would not have even noticed.

''Can I ask you for a favor. Could you watch her for a moment or two? I would wish to show respect to the grandpa that is here.''

“B-But...” Vesperia finally was able to hastily speak up and slowly raised her hand in protest but the dragon had already wandered off to greet the training group.

“W-Wait!” She struggled to say and then closed her mouth in defeat and tried to retain a friendly disposition while forcing a cordial smile—panicking all the while.

This predicament was placed on hold when a compact form with crystalline eyes nearly toppled over the duo who was awkwardly sitting together. Vesperia, who still contained a facial expression of a deer caught in the crosshairs of an archer’s arrow cast her view to a glinting flower gem this dragon created form thin air. An apologetic gesture no less but quite a grand one that made her tense body relax, if only for a short while. Fingers gently plucked the lucid stone with a nod of approval. Everything was happening so fast and this woman too skipped off in a hurry before thanks could be given. The mysterious crystal generating dragon did compliment horns that curved into a crown above Vesperia’s head, which made the self-conscience necromancy dragon blush lightly.

“…Come by my shop, you’ll know what shop it is when you see it. One of a kind.”

One of Sealameet’s suggestions came into mind about a crystal shop being his favorite and a sister of his who ran it. Had she just informally met one of his kin? This thought was swept under the rug when she turned realizing the human still remained next to her in such close proximity. After shifting to become more comfortable she cleared her throat as it was parched from nerves.

“Well, it’s unfair that I know your name and you do not know mine. I am Vesperia. Nice to meet you Momo. Clearly the dark horned dragon appeared hesitant and shy when introducing herself.

Never had she thought that this day of meeting a human up close and personal would be here so soon. Even though she had dreamed of speaking with one again it was completely different from actually following through. Hands were beginning to clam up as she tried to think of something to say but nothing too personal.

“Beautiful necklace you have. Do you like rare gems? I brought this bag of them. Would you like to see?” Hands rummaged through the velvet bag and began setting down a multitude of vibrant stones ranging from large diamonds, citrine, and even onyx. She placed the rose shaped gem inside the bag and would treasure the gift Sealameet’s sister gave to her.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

TalijaKey said *giggles* Hope you dont mind Leviathan that Siabel dropped the human Momo, to be looked over by Vesperia, for a short bit.

bahaha! ^^

are you tying to put her into cardiac arrest? XD

Edit: alright dears, my posting is going to severely dwindle during the weekdays.

probably wont be able to post once a day.

just a heads up.

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Fire & I are almost finished with our collab. ^^

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

Vesperia
A surprised look crossed Vesperia’s ethereal features as she stood in place for a moment with eyes in awe. Had he really been to a human development? Sure, she had lived in a worn log cabin for a little while with a human family but she was so sick that those years there were but disheveled flash backs. She would never even dream of visiting one of those human villages--at least not by herself. Being far too fearful for a dragon there were many things she did not do, quite pathetic in hindsight especially given her fearsome form. Sealameet gave the impression that he was quite the explorer and that was very fascinating. All the stories he probably knew and the adventures of roaming freely among those precocious beings that flew in odd machines. In truth, she wished very much to keep speaking with him but thought it’d be rather selfish to horde him so she decided to carry on, and hoped they would bump into each other again.

“Thank you Sealameet, for your kindness.” A warm smile was given as she delicately turned away from him and began walking with the black velvet bag still in tow.

Vesperia noticed a captivating woman with hair the color of a December snowstorm and had to pry eyes away. She was certain that compact figure’s dragon form was equally mesmerizing. While passing by, the dark elementalist smiled gingerly at the wintry female who seemed a little distraught. Unsure if she should approach the distressed dragon, however, Vesperia thought it best to give her space.

Soon thoughts about where to explore continued. A swim did sound lovely or maybe crystal shopping would be nice. She did enjoy watching younger dragons train though; combat secretly had been a growing favorite of hers though she did not like to admit it yet. Darkness coursed through her and the more she used her abilities the more she lusted for power. Although wielding necromancy mysticism did not make her evil per se, it was lucrative and some of the spirits she summoned beckoned her to test out the more sinister side of darkness. Habitually she struggled with keeping a balance between a virtuous nature and a malevolent one. Acerbus had not mentioned this and he needn't bother because she could feel that wicked pull, and knew her family dabbled in nefarious magic.

A training area came into view finally sending any previous woe spiraling away. Three stunning dragons were speaking among themselves giving the youngster a lesson in generating proper voltage. Vesperia could not help with that, as her magical affinity had really nothing to do with living conduits. She watched them with a warm smile before taking a seat on a flat boulder underneath a weeping tree as not to interrupt them quite yet. Observing was something of a pastime of hers and she had learned many things by watching closely.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

Jangel13 said Hey leviathan I'm free to interact with if you want someone top talk to. And anyone that wants to talk or train

She'll venture over there soon to see all the commotion. ^^

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

Vesperia
“…but I do not mind so much running into you.”

What was once a fairly light rosy hue began manifesting into a very noticeable full blown blushing upon her cheekbones. Her head lowered slightly before stormy orbs glanced off toward a different direction for a minute to regain the normal pigmentation of her skin. Finding herself speechless at that moment she could not help but wonder if it was too good to be true. Had she found a possible friend already—this soon? Sealameet must have understood how shy his charming comment ended up making her feel and quickly changed the subject.

"So what about you. You said you lived near a smaller tribe. Any family there or no? That is if I may ask." The reptilian eyed man inquired in a friendly manner.

“Oh, of course you may.” She gladly reassured for there was no question she would not answer, even about magic--no matter how uncomfortable that topic would be.

“My family is supposedly alive and well…I think they are frequent travelers to distant lands--though I am not sure why.” Quizzically she replied while scratching the side of her head near her crown like horn.

”I often imagine they are rather important and deal in warfare. ” A light laugh followed the end of that sentence as she still sounded like an enthusiastic teen dragon in denial.

“Anyways…Having such a large family must be lovely Sealameet. I live with my guardian GrandGrandpa dragon whose name is Acerbus. He’s taken care of me since I was young and has been a wonderful father figure. He’s quite old now but still as wise as ever.” This statement made her a little sad inside speaking of the elder but her somber emotion could only be seen deep within her eyes.

“Um, I know it’s much too soon but I’ve brought gifts and I think you should have one.” She reached into her velvet bag and took out an almost normal looking rock. Most would arch a brow in uncertainty, why would someone offer a plain ole’ piece of rubble but she quickly explained.

“It may look like nothing special but it’s truly priceless and not of this world. I find that notion quite special in and of itself. Acerbus says this meteorite is even older than the earth.” She smiled not knowing if that fact held any weight but she had never dare question him before especially about something as important as treasure.

Her small palm opened and she held out her hand for him to take the peculiar black space mass with cracks of silver streaking throughout. All these rocks and gems in her bag were significant and held a memory in her mind of a happier time. Although most dragons would never know the meaning behind their given gift she figured this was the best gesture to offer as friendship. She held nothing else of great value or worth but wanted to show her respect to her fellow dragons, and try to put past the horrible recollection of previous tribe incidents.

“I don’t want to keep you, I am sure there are others wanting to converse with you…but would you mind pointing out locations of interest that may be fun to visit?”

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

-phew-

alrighty, thank you. ^^

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

oops, forgot to count before posting.

should have waited for at least one more person.

apologies Tal.