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COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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04-24-2019, 10:45 PM
Okay, so meeting his dad for the first time hadn’t gone over too well, butt Mer isn’t completely turned off of Loess yet. Ophanim’s wife hadn’t seemed all too excited about his existence, but the troubles slip the young boy’s mind as he parts from them, and by the next day her anger is all but forgotten. He is not excited to cross paths with her again, but so far, he has not come across the pretty, angry star-mare again. There are a lot of horses here to get lost in, and that’s what he’s been doing for the past few days – just observing everyone. His sharp eyes fall upon a girl a few hundred yards away, his reptilian eyes tracing curiously over her coat that is so dark blue it is almost black. He watches as she traces her way down the mountainside, pebbles that are nowhere near her hooves tumbling down with her. She is pretty – so much prettier than father’s star-wife – and he smiles as she reaches solid ground and begins to explore. A new friend? Why not? At least he won’t be completely alone here if he makes a friend or two. He whinnies as he approaches her at a confident trot, his gold-and-white head lifted high as his clawed feet tear up the ground beneath his hooves. “Hi!” he exclaims as he gets within earshot, grinning broadly. She may be jealous of her brothers, and unable to fly, but the young dragon-child is also flightless, so maybe he can help her feel not so alone, too. “I’m Meraxes, what’s your name?” he asks her as he stops, his stubby tail flicking back and forth. He wants to show her the cool trick he had shown his father, but he’s not sure how well she’ll take it, so he resists. Perhaps showing off to a pretty girl by trying to slice a limb off isn’t such a good idea. meraxes bite my glass, set myself on fire; can't you tell i'm crass?
04-25-2019, 07:50 AM
@[Meraxes]
05-28-2019, 09:16 PM
Despite having dragon’s blood himself, he can’t say that he’s ever wondered what it would be like to take to the skies. He is more reptilian than draconic, he thinks, with his slitted pupils and the fact that he’s bound to the ground. The talons on his feet and the firebreathing tell him otherwise, and the fact that his father is very much draconic, but he almost thinks of himself more like one of the many snakes he has seen about Loess than the dragons that take to the skies, like Castile and Ophanim and so many others.
He has also never dreamt of a day where he would be shy, or even uncertain around new faces. He’s never had to be careful so far in his life, so why should he start now? He can see the uneasiness on her face so so he doesn’t step to close, but grins as her eyes shift color and she repeats his name before offering her own. “You have a pretty name!” he tells her, for lack of anything else to say, then ducks his head briefly in embarrassment before flinging it upwards, practically prancing in place. She asks if he lives here and Mer nods exuberantly, his own icy blue eyes twinkling. “I do,” he explains with a smile. “My dad, Ophanim, lives here, so I came to live with him, too! Starsin isn’t too happy about it, but she’s funny anyways.” He doesn’t take the time to explain the mechanics of it – he was born of a one-night stand with the golden angel boy, not out of love like she probably was. He doesn’t know how naïve to the world she is, but he doesn’t want to ruin it if she truly doesn’t realize. Taking a step back, he glances around to the whole of Loess surrounding them. “Do you wanna go play?” he asks her, eyes gleaming. Please say yes. @[Cyprin] | |||
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