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Skylark giggled and skipped over to Sleipnir and Father while Daddy, who didn't seem too engaged in their playing, knelt with a bemused smile not too far. The oasis was just what the young dragons needed to rest their weary minds. They wouldn't grow up like Path, who was spoiled rotten, or like Edge, whose only companions were the sky, the ocean and its waves, and the white rocks. Violet eyes smiled as the boy fingered curled grey locks tenderly, wanting to touch the rocks and play with Father and Sleipnir. He still couldn't believe Daddy had fabricated this entire little sanctuary out of debris and muck. Maybe, then, Daddy could mend the heart he had unknowingly broken- Father's. The thought brought a smile to the baby dragon's face as his tail slithered happily and his budding wings fluttered absently.
He then sat down next to Sleipnir, admiring the 'castle'. It was a simple mound of pebbles and debris, and it didn't appear that they were sticky. Instead, the rocks were slippery and very, very, round. Skylark added a handful of pebbles onto the mountain with a slight chuckle. "I like this..." He murmured softly before burying both arms into the pit elbow-deep. With that, the young male began to burrow himself into the pit until he was down to the hips. He smiled blithely at Father and rested his head in the older dragon's lap as his feet rose from the pit, still partially covered by rocks and fully covered by his woolly socks. He felt so safe here, under the protection of his undeniably powerful parents.
Edge noticed Skylark nod off to sleep and he moved to pet the child's hair affectionately before taking a handful of tiny rocks into his hands. "Hey, do you guys want to play a game before we go to sleep..?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I'll go first." He placed his closed fist over his heart and closed his eyes solemnly. Sleipnir didn't have any playmates other than himself, Skylark, and Path, so Edge needed to be the best friend his son could ever dream of. "I promise I'll protect all of you and love you all forever." With that, he kissed the back of his hand and dropped the rocks onto the mountain in a melodious noise.
"Okay, now you two go." He said with an ecstatic grin.
He then sat down next to Sleipnir, admiring the 'castle'. It was a simple mound of pebbles and debris, and it didn't appear that they were sticky. Instead, the rocks were slippery and very, very, round. Skylark added a handful of pebbles onto the mountain with a slight chuckle. "I like this..." He murmured softly before burying both arms into the pit elbow-deep. With that, the young male began to burrow himself into the pit until he was down to the hips. He smiled blithely at Father and rested his head in the older dragon's lap as his feet rose from the pit, still partially covered by rocks and fully covered by his woolly socks. He felt so safe here, under the protection of his undeniably powerful parents.
Edge noticed Skylark nod off to sleep and he moved to pet the child's hair affectionately before taking a handful of tiny rocks into his hands. "Hey, do you guys want to play a game before we go to sleep..?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I'll go first." He placed his closed fist over his heart and closed his eyes solemnly. Sleipnir didn't have any playmates other than himself, Skylark, and Path, so Edge needed to be the best friend his son could ever dream of. "I promise I'll protect all of you and love you all forever." With that, he kissed the back of his hand and dropped the rocks onto the mountain in a melodious noise.
"Okay, now you two go." He said with an ecstatic grin.
Harp nodded to Bel as he contemplated what they should do, now that seeing what Bel usually did was all but out of the picture. Strangely, now that Bel spoke against it, Harp wanted it to happen before his eyes. The very creatures he was meant to protect... suffering and bleeding, crying and writhing painfully under his feet. The image rebounded in his mind as the angel's eyes flickered in excitement. However, he wouldn't ask for it just yet. He would have time for that. He would have time for everything, if everything went as planned. If Bel really was an archdemon powerful enough to destroy the White World... Well, Harp would be one captivated cupid.
As for now, he followed his victim out the door and into the city night. It wasn't the biggest city, and Harp noticed only a small group of humans. He listened with slightly wide, excited eyes as Bel spoke. He inhaled a cloud of smog thoughtfully as a truck passed by. It appeared to be so close, it could probably flatten him like a sheet of paper. After a short while, the cupid cleared his throat and coughed. "If you want to stay private, that's fine, too." He said in a tone that was slightly joking, one might even say mocking. And yet... his gaze was soft, perhaps trying to relate to this strange, alien thing called a demon. It was odd, seeing one like this. Was this what everyone meant when they warned him cupids were dangerous? All the cautionary tales had been wasted on the wingless angel, as he ended up using his powers anyways.
"I know!" Harp suddenly exclaimed, clapping his fist and the flat of his palm together. He had much to learn about the human world, but supposed they could explore it together, until the effects of his arrow wore off. "Maybe... let's watch a movie...?" It seemed ordinary, but oddly intriguing. It was like wanting to watch a movie in French just because you wanted to live in Paris someday instead of the trashy apartment you currently resided in. To the angel, even the most drab of a movie would seem like an exotic lesson in culture and etiquette, and was certainly worth seeing. He could only hope Bel, though he probably didn't feel the same, felt like watching a 'movie' as well.
As for now, he followed his victim out the door and into the city night. It wasn't the biggest city, and Harp noticed only a small group of humans. He listened with slightly wide, excited eyes as Bel spoke. He inhaled a cloud of smog thoughtfully as a truck passed by. It appeared to be so close, it could probably flatten him like a sheet of paper. After a short while, the cupid cleared his throat and coughed. "If you want to stay private, that's fine, too." He said in a tone that was slightly joking, one might even say mocking. And yet... his gaze was soft, perhaps trying to relate to this strange, alien thing called a demon. It was odd, seeing one like this. Was this what everyone meant when they warned him cupids were dangerous? All the cautionary tales had been wasted on the wingless angel, as he ended up using his powers anyways.
"I know!" Harp suddenly exclaimed, clapping his fist and the flat of his palm together. He had much to learn about the human world, but supposed they could explore it together, until the effects of his arrow wore off. "Maybe... let's watch a movie...?" It seemed ordinary, but oddly intriguing. It was like wanting to watch a movie in French just because you wanted to live in Paris someday instead of the trashy apartment you currently resided in. To the angel, even the most drab of a movie would seem like an exotic lesson in culture and etiquette, and was certainly worth seeing. He could only hope Bel, though he probably didn't feel the same, felt like watching a 'movie' as well.
Hello? T^T
Owlish? :/
Okay. ^-^
Yup! You have X/Y?
Being silent for a short while, Frey nodded before carefully clicking open his door and stepping inside. The window was still broken, and his bed was a bit unmade. Sighing, the prince kneeled next to the like of broken glass. Cupping one hand, Frey swept the broken glass into his palm with his fingers. Once he was sure he had all the glass, Frey walked to the window and turned his hand upsidedown, causing the glass to fall to the castle's garden. As the glass pelted against bird baths, they made soft chiming noises.
Frey took a deep breath of nighttime air before lying on his bed and pulling the covers over his head. Time for another nightmare. There was some comfort in knowing so long as he was in the castle, he could not die. However, Frey had developed a technique to surviving these terrors. Simply run away from anything he saw. As his mind drifted into slumber, Frey heard his brother's voice. "...worry about tomorrow..."
The next morning, Frey awoke with a gasp, as he did most mornings. Luckily there weren't any people who slept near his room, so it didn't brother them unless Frey happened to scream at the top of his lungs. Sometimes a servant was walking by the hall, but ignored Frey's cries. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Frey looked out the still-broken window. It was early morning, and Frey would have to eat. His eyes trained to the rope next to his bed. It was part of a system that notified the servants he needed something to eat, and there was even a little speaker.
Puling it twice, Frey told the thing, "Bring me breakfast." Then he laid back down with a grumble. After he had been brought his breakfast of marmaladed toast, Frey streched and decided to dress. He walked to the bathroom a few rooms away from his own and washed his face and teeth before heading back to his own room.
Making a few faces at his mirror, Frey slowly clothed himself in a vest with a movable, durable undershirt and pants, complete with a small cape-like coat. He didn't own any weapons, and shrugged at the handsome male in the looking glass. With that, he hardened his lips and stomped out of his room, and strode outside. Outside his wing, and out into the pens.
The pens aren't what we may think; in fact, they are rather lavish rooms for the creatures that can assume the form of a human. He stopped when he arrived at Cassius' pen. The closed door was very lustrous and mirror like in appearance. Frey knocked, saying, "It's me..." softly.
Meanwhile, Asbel had his own visitor right outside his door. Kicking it open and nearly off its hinges, clearly upset, was Bacchus. The old sorcerer had a soft scowl on his usually 'gentle' and 'wise' face. He marched over to the phoenix. "Asbel, the prince came back didn't he? I have heard of your punishment. Curse that woman... Nevertheless, we cannot go against her. I can only wish you luck."
Frey took a deep breath of nighttime air before lying on his bed and pulling the covers over his head. Time for another nightmare. There was some comfort in knowing so long as he was in the castle, he could not die. However, Frey had developed a technique to surviving these terrors. Simply run away from anything he saw. As his mind drifted into slumber, Frey heard his brother's voice. "...worry about tomorrow..."
The next morning, Frey awoke with a gasp, as he did most mornings. Luckily there weren't any people who slept near his room, so it didn't brother them unless Frey happened to scream at the top of his lungs. Sometimes a servant was walking by the hall, but ignored Frey's cries. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Frey looked out the still-broken window. It was early morning, and Frey would have to eat. His eyes trained to the rope next to his bed. It was part of a system that notified the servants he needed something to eat, and there was even a little speaker.
Puling it twice, Frey told the thing, "Bring me breakfast." Then he laid back down with a grumble. After he had been brought his breakfast of marmaladed toast, Frey streched and decided to dress. He walked to the bathroom a few rooms away from his own and washed his face and teeth before heading back to his own room.
Making a few faces at his mirror, Frey slowly clothed himself in a vest with a movable, durable undershirt and pants, complete with a small cape-like coat. He didn't own any weapons, and shrugged at the handsome male in the looking glass. With that, he hardened his lips and stomped out of his room, and strode outside. Outside his wing, and out into the pens.
The pens aren't what we may think; in fact, they are rather lavish rooms for the creatures that can assume the form of a human. He stopped when he arrived at Cassius' pen. The closed door was very lustrous and mirror like in appearance. Frey knocked, saying, "It's me..." softly.
Meanwhile, Asbel had his own visitor right outside his door. Kicking it open and nearly off its hinges, clearly upset, was Bacchus. The old sorcerer had a soft scowl on his usually 'gentle' and 'wise' face. He marched over to the phoenix. "Asbel, the prince came back didn't he? I have heard of your punishment. Curse that woman... Nevertheless, we cannot go against her. I can only wish you luck."
Don't accept it. Come on, it has nothing to do with the RP!!
Edit: Seriously. We already have several hemaphroditic characters, and I can give you a variety of reasons why the CS is not compatible.
Edit: Seriously. We already have several hemaphroditic characters, and I can give you a variety of reasons why the CS is not compatible.
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