08-14-2015, 03:47 PM
Dragons have never been her… form of choice. Yael is not a dragon, not in the passionate, violent, burn the world down sort of way that Nocturnal was. She had her anger, of course, but it manifested itself in a way much more akin to a spitting cobra - targeted attacks that take awhile to build up, but when they do, she sprays venomous words with a deadly accuracy. She bends with the wind in the way of the willows. She weaves through the branches instead of breaking them down. That doesn’t mean she can’t burn the world down… she’ll just smoke everyone out with a brushfire before coaxing it into a raging inferno.
He roars, and Yael is brought back to a time before he was ever thought of. Though it is distinctly feline, it’s been a very, very long time since she’s heard a roar echo across the sands. Yael reaches out, identifying the origin. Oh. Oh.
That child. The one that was the second hardest for Yael to forgive. The first was Caius - the second - the promise-cum-alliance child. The one when he could touch her friend, but could not touch her. She’s secretly wondered if that was part of the reason why Tarnished has never stayed long in sandy kingdom. Was it Noct’s memories that held him back, or Yael’s presence? Guilt? Distaste? Was she self-centered for even thinking that she could be an iota of the reason for his avoidance?
Whatever the case - he is here now - and so she comes. She comes to greet her former almost sister. She comes to revisit the past. She comes because she wants to heal.
In a heartbeat, she shifts into a golden dragon, sporting silver horns and talons and spinal ridges. Powerful haunches (more powerful than she has ever felt before!) launch her into the sky, and she lets loose a response that would send the smallcreatures fleeing back down their burrows. Ah… so this is what it was all about. She can see why Noct liked this shape. If Yael were the type to get drunk off power, she might remain in this shape forever. She quickly finds him on the border and circles twice before landing heavily (not so gracefully, as the body is new and she is… much larger than she is used to). She fixes the half-lion in a fiery, dark eyed gaze.
Well. What does he have to say for himself? To his sire’s widow, nonetheless.
He roars, and Yael is brought back to a time before he was ever thought of. Though it is distinctly feline, it’s been a very, very long time since she’s heard a roar echo across the sands. Yael reaches out, identifying the origin. Oh. Oh.
That child. The one that was the second hardest for Yael to forgive. The first was Caius - the second - the promise-cum-alliance child. The one when he could touch her friend, but could not touch her. She’s secretly wondered if that was part of the reason why Tarnished has never stayed long in sandy kingdom. Was it Noct’s memories that held him back, or Yael’s presence? Guilt? Distaste? Was she self-centered for even thinking that she could be an iota of the reason for his avoidance?
Whatever the case - he is here now - and so she comes. She comes to greet her former almost sister. She comes to revisit the past. She comes because she wants to heal.
In a heartbeat, she shifts into a golden dragon, sporting silver horns and talons and spinal ridges. Powerful haunches (more powerful than she has ever felt before!) launch her into the sky, and she lets loose a response that would send the smallcreatures fleeing back down their burrows. Ah… so this is what it was all about. She can see why Noct liked this shape. If Yael were the type to get drunk off power, she might remain in this shape forever. She quickly finds him on the border and circles twice before landing heavily (not so gracefully, as the body is new and she is… much larger than she is used to). She fixes the half-lion in a fiery, dark eyed gaze.
Well. What does he have to say for himself? To his sire’s widow, nonetheless.
Yael, guardian of the desert