It is. xD
Usually people drop on me, though.
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Edge sighed happily when Sleipnir crawled back to him. Skylark, on the other hand, stayed with Path. He was growing more comfortable being held by his Father. Once in a while, he would giggle at being touched so gently. Skylark muzzled his Father, his dark grey curls rubbing against Path's neck and cheek. "I like my eyes... " He murmured. He knew that some dragons were able to mesmerize with their eyes, but Skylark wasn't sure he could- and he wasn't ready to try them just yet. But the light purple color they were was very unique, and so pure. "I think that..." Skylark yawned. It took a lot of energy to talk so much. Plus, he was only just born. "I think that Father is really handsome, like what Edge said..." Not noticing he had called his daddy by his first name, he fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, where he dreamt of Path, Edge, and Sleipnir.
"Daddy loves you, yes he does..." Edge said while holding Sleipnir up by the armpits and rubbing their noses together. For some reason, Edge was a bit jealous Sleipnir would grow so fast. At the same time he was happy it would be his son. Strangely, Edge still couldn't see himself as a father. Maybe a guardian, or perhaps an older brother. But they called him 'Daddy', so he would be their father. Placing one final kiss on Sleipnir's soft cheek before he lowered him, Edge couldn't help but feel intense love for the baby dragon. It was a light, fluttery kind of sweet love, unlike the hot, heated, rushed lust he had for Path. He paused. Wait... did he even really love Path? He had never felt like this before. Ever. Not even while he and Path were making love. Could it be... he only lusted for the white dragon? How much did he really know about his so-called mate. Frowning a bit, Edge squeezed Sleipnir's tummy before rocking him gently.
Slowly, he crawled over to Path. "Path-Path?" He whispered, just in case Sleipnir was sleeping like Skylark. "I um... You heard my confession, right?" He then leaned in. "Well, I am really sorry. I think they're asleep now." He thought to ask Path if he would like to talk about it, but then he remembered something. Path was strong, and could be really scary- like when they had first met. But Path was really just... scared. Scared of his past, scared of his nightmares, even maybe scared of himself. There was a reason Path sealed his bad memories away- he wasn't strong enough to face them. While Edge embarked on a personal quest to regain his painful memories, Path just wanted to throw them into a deep, dark abyss, where they would never, ever resurface.
"I want to talk about it." He stated firmly.
"Daddy loves you, yes he does..." Edge said while holding Sleipnir up by the armpits and rubbing their noses together. For some reason, Edge was a bit jealous Sleipnir would grow so fast. At the same time he was happy it would be his son. Strangely, Edge still couldn't see himself as a father. Maybe a guardian, or perhaps an older brother. But they called him 'Daddy', so he would be their father. Placing one final kiss on Sleipnir's soft cheek before he lowered him, Edge couldn't help but feel intense love for the baby dragon. It was a light, fluttery kind of sweet love, unlike the hot, heated, rushed lust he had for Path. He paused. Wait... did he even really love Path? He had never felt like this before. Ever. Not even while he and Path were making love. Could it be... he only lusted for the white dragon? How much did he really know about his so-called mate. Frowning a bit, Edge squeezed Sleipnir's tummy before rocking him gently.
Slowly, he crawled over to Path. "Path-Path?" He whispered, just in case Sleipnir was sleeping like Skylark. "I um... You heard my confession, right?" He then leaned in. "Well, I am really sorry. I think they're asleep now." He thought to ask Path if he would like to talk about it, but then he remembered something. Path was strong, and could be really scary- like when they had first met. But Path was really just... scared. Scared of his past, scared of his nightmares, even maybe scared of himself. There was a reason Path sealed his bad memories away- he wasn't strong enough to face them. While Edge embarked on a personal quest to regain his painful memories, Path just wanted to throw them into a deep, dark abyss, where they would never, ever resurface.
"I want to talk about it." He stated firmly.
Okay.
I don't drop partners, dude(ette). If I wanted to, I'd tell you. xD
The merman stared blankly at his captor. He kept a steady, blank stare, as if he could see right through the rokea. As if he could see right through his muscles, past his bones and veins, and could see into his heart, deeper and darker than the great ocean. He was thinking about many things. Why was it so... so... warm? And he felt like he would shrivel up at any moment. Up against the hard deck of this strange, dry area, he felt lost. He didn't like the tingling feeling of the salty breeze against his skin.
He thought he could escape, but one look at the man identified as 'Rus', he realized that running wouldn't be a good choice. The rokea had caught him once- he could easily, easily catch him again. Not only that, but the merman was in no condition to run with these legs. Though he couldn't recall ever using his legs, it was possible he had before. He couldn't remember when he was younger. As the centuries wore on, he had buried his unnecessary memories and kept only the ones vital to survival. Strangely, no thought of attacking the other ever came to him. Slowly, he spoke. Though his words were confused and awkward, they somehow were laced with smoothness- as if he had dipped his voicebox in sugared frosting.
"Name?" He didn't need a name, didn't have one. No. He had... at one point. But for some reason, he could only lick the memory and not devour it. Suddenly, he recalled something he had loved. It was round, and carried him high into the air. There was the sour tang of a pomme- an apple, on his tastebuds as he thought about it. Though he wouldn't realize what an apple was. He did however, know what he would like to be called. Grey eyes sparkled as their owner smiled warmly. "F- Fuh... Ferris? Uh-hum. You can... call me Ferris."
For someone that was just captured and had nothing but a towel to cover him up, he didn't really seem to mind. Though the rokea's question made his furrow his brows in confusion. "You... can't take me. I belong to the ocean." He responded calmly, and as if it was a fact.
He thought he could escape, but one look at the man identified as 'Rus', he realized that running wouldn't be a good choice. The rokea had caught him once- he could easily, easily catch him again. Not only that, but the merman was in no condition to run with these legs. Though he couldn't recall ever using his legs, it was possible he had before. He couldn't remember when he was younger. As the centuries wore on, he had buried his unnecessary memories and kept only the ones vital to survival. Strangely, no thought of attacking the other ever came to him. Slowly, he spoke. Though his words were confused and awkward, they somehow were laced with smoothness- as if he had dipped his voicebox in sugared frosting.
"Name?" He didn't need a name, didn't have one. No. He had... at one point. But for some reason, he could only lick the memory and not devour it. Suddenly, he recalled something he had loved. It was round, and carried him high into the air. There was the sour tang of a pomme- an apple, on his tastebuds as he thought about it. Though he wouldn't realize what an apple was. He did however, know what he would like to be called. Grey eyes sparkled as their owner smiled warmly. "F- Fuh... Ferris? Uh-hum. You can... call me Ferris."
For someone that was just captured and had nothing but a towel to cover him up, he didn't really seem to mind. Though the rokea's question made his furrow his brows in confusion. "You... can't take me. I belong to the ocean." He responded calmly, and as if it was a fact.
Sorry, I have classes and sessions! I'll try to post soon
Edge whimpered at Path's words. The kids were still blindfolded, but would be able to hear their Father better than he could. "No!" The human roared, stepping between the dragon and his kids, eyes blazing like fire. He wouldn't let this... creature lay one hand on his kids! They were so pure, and this thing was so dirty! Being around them made him much more protective and possessive. When Path reached out to them, Edge didn't see his mate- he saw a threat to his young. In this state, if Path touched Skylark and Sleipnir, their skin would be stained with stains that would never wash out.
Suddenly, Edge realized what he was doing. Gaze softening, a clear, foggy mist began leaking out of his mouth and washing over Path. It would eat the dirt and grime on the dragon's body, leaving only perfect skin and the beauty that belonged to Path. Silently, edge lifted the blindfold on each of his sons' heads. "Go on. That's you Mo-" He stopped himself. "That's your Father. Go say hello."
Skylark heard Path, but since Edge willed him against it, didn't respond. If Edge told him no, Path must be a bad man. What is he forced himself on their Daddy? Skylark couldn't help the tiny growl that bubbled in his throat. Though his memories told him Path loved him, he couldn't help but believe his Daddy. Light violet eyes narrowed in confusion as Edge lifted his blindfold and told him to greet his Father. Deciding to listen to Daddy, Skylark crawled over to Path. He could walk just fine, but crawling was more fun to him. Grey wings spread out, they were very thin. His tail flailed as he put a small hand on his Father's face. He didn't get any closer, but wouldn't have objected if the dragon brought him closer.
"Salutations, Father! Daddy took good care of me, and I hatched this morning! Did you know Daddy has a really nice voice? Daddy read me a lot of books. Oh, and Daddy kept going on and on about how handsome you are and how much he loves you. I remember you. You gave me some of your memories. Only the good ones, though. I'm happy to finally meet you, Father. Do you love me?" Skylark said a mouthful, and smiled with innocence.
Suddenly, Edge realized what he was doing. Gaze softening, a clear, foggy mist began leaking out of his mouth and washing over Path. It would eat the dirt and grime on the dragon's body, leaving only perfect skin and the beauty that belonged to Path. Silently, edge lifted the blindfold on each of his sons' heads. "Go on. That's you Mo-" He stopped himself. "That's your Father. Go say hello."
Skylark heard Path, but since Edge willed him against it, didn't respond. If Edge told him no, Path must be a bad man. What is he forced himself on their Daddy? Skylark couldn't help the tiny growl that bubbled in his throat. Though his memories told him Path loved him, he couldn't help but believe his Daddy. Light violet eyes narrowed in confusion as Edge lifted his blindfold and told him to greet his Father. Deciding to listen to Daddy, Skylark crawled over to Path. He could walk just fine, but crawling was more fun to him. Grey wings spread out, they were very thin. His tail flailed as he put a small hand on his Father's face. He didn't get any closer, but wouldn't have objected if the dragon brought him closer.
"Salutations, Father! Daddy took good care of me, and I hatched this morning! Did you know Daddy has a really nice voice? Daddy read me a lot of books. Oh, and Daddy kept going on and on about how handsome you are and how much he loves you. I remember you. You gave me some of your memories. Only the good ones, though. I'm happy to finally meet you, Father. Do you love me?" Skylark said a mouthful, and smiled with innocence.
DAMN! Do you want me to edit or you cool with rolling w/ it?
Whenever Ivory was really tired, he would have the strangest dreams. In the realm of dreams, it is nearly impossible to capture any scene on paper. Many artists strove to recreate what their mind showed them to no avail. Currently, Ivory was swimming in sand. For some reason, he was laughing. Or perhaps he was watching himself swim? He kept a constant stream of laughter and giggles.
Soon, the thunder split the sky and Ivory found himself floating. He was wearing his intricate gold and silver robes. Suddenly, he was face-to-face with a man with an impressive mane of hair the color of the night sky, and skin whiter than the moon. It was a god, Sozano, of the storm. Ivory knew of the gods of the east, but in his palace, worship of them was banned. The heir had, admittedly, wondered why, but he was taught never to question his father's orders. The emperor was never to be questioned, just obeyed. You must follow this rule, his father would tell him, if he was to succeed. The god's voice cracked and roared like thunder and shook him like lightning.
"You shall never be emperor."
With that, Ivory fell into a deep abyss, screaming all the while.
The human let out a groan and rolled in his sleep. His light hair was strewn messily as he did so.
Meanwhile, in the forest, a youkai was observing an imprint. He had been following young master's steps for a while now, but had strict orders from the gods not to interfere. His job was to make sure he didn't die, but survived and suffered. The gods were cruel, and he had to admit he had no bad omen from Ivory. But Ivory had bad blood in him, and that was enough reason for him to be cursed.
He was wearing a hooded cloak that covered him completely. It was silver. He was a spirit of the lantern, and had served the royal family along with his brothers for generations. Though there were the malicious youkai such as the tanuki and kitsune, the lantern spirits were helpful to humankind. They gave them advice, warmed them on cold Winter nights, and led lost travelers home. But they obeyed the gods' every command. Though he was Ivory's servant, he was first and foremost a servant of the gods.
"I should make sure he does not die." He said after watching the inumimi pick him up and carry him away.
Back at the trading post, Ivory finally blinked his eyes open. The human couldn't really think when he first woke up. It was one of his weaknesses. He didn't notice he was wearing patched rags, or that he was laying in a less than tidy bed, or even that there was an inumimi right by him. Whether he had woken up by himself, or if he had heard something was beyond him. Ivory yawned once, the black mist surrounding him increasing in depth.
Soon, the thunder split the sky and Ivory found himself floating. He was wearing his intricate gold and silver robes. Suddenly, he was face-to-face with a man with an impressive mane of hair the color of the night sky, and skin whiter than the moon. It was a god, Sozano, of the storm. Ivory knew of the gods of the east, but in his palace, worship of them was banned. The heir had, admittedly, wondered why, but he was taught never to question his father's orders. The emperor was never to be questioned, just obeyed. You must follow this rule, his father would tell him, if he was to succeed. The god's voice cracked and roared like thunder and shook him like lightning.
"You shall never be emperor."
With that, Ivory fell into a deep abyss, screaming all the while.
The human let out a groan and rolled in his sleep. His light hair was strewn messily as he did so.
Meanwhile, in the forest, a youkai was observing an imprint. He had been following young master's steps for a while now, but had strict orders from the gods not to interfere. His job was to make sure he didn't die, but survived and suffered. The gods were cruel, and he had to admit he had no bad omen from Ivory. But Ivory had bad blood in him, and that was enough reason for him to be cursed.
He was wearing a hooded cloak that covered him completely. It was silver. He was a spirit of the lantern, and had served the royal family along with his brothers for generations. Though there were the malicious youkai such as the tanuki and kitsune, the lantern spirits were helpful to humankind. They gave them advice, warmed them on cold Winter nights, and led lost travelers home. But they obeyed the gods' every command. Though he was Ivory's servant, he was first and foremost a servant of the gods.
"I should make sure he does not die." He said after watching the inumimi pick him up and carry him away.
Back at the trading post, Ivory finally blinked his eyes open. The human couldn't really think when he first woke up. It was one of his weaknesses. He didn't notice he was wearing patched rags, or that he was laying in a less than tidy bed, or even that there was an inumimi right by him. Whether he had woken up by himself, or if he had heard something was beyond him. Ivory yawned once, the black mist surrounding him increasing in depth.
Okay. I figured as much. I'm working on a post now. :3
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