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 Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 12:04 pm
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 11:21 pm
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iEatedUrStrawberry Sorry, when you said you were going to start I thought you were going to do the starting post for the actual RP not just reserve a thread. My bad smile Anyway..... here is the start then. Sorry it's a little long, tried to set the scene.
The presentation ceremony was in less than an hour, and suddenly Kieko felt nervous. This hadn't exactly been the path he had selected for himself, but now that he was upon it there was no going back. His eyes drifted to the world outside. It was a stunning day, a sky of clear blue, a warm yellow sun and the happy singing of birds echoed all around him. Still, his heart felt out of place, almost as it was watching another be prepared for the ceremony.
Kieko's silver scaled body was lean and honed for speed, he was far from the strongest of his kind but his mind coupled with his agility made him a force not to be messed with. He was a trained tactician, something the elders believed the Prince would benefit from.
More water was applied, his gaze snapping from the world outside to the handmaidens who prepared him. He was not allowed to enter the sacred hall until he had been cleansed. Everything from his long twisted horns, to his silky white hair, to his sharp claws and lean body were washed to perfection. He kept his large wings as still as he could while they washed the membrane between each finger there.
"Kieko." Someone spoke his name, dragging his attention away from his preparation and to a small female dragon in human form. Her features were soft and gentle, and he imagined she was also a 'youngling' like himself. Dragons could live for thousands of years, unlike unmated humans, but it seemed those dragons selected for this bonding were still young. Kieko himself had only seen 23 years of life. So naive in comparison to the elders that watched over his kind. He bowed his head a little to the woman, acknowledging that he had heard her. "I shall be your translator today." She beamed up at him. "I have also selected a silver chain for your horns to display the Dragon's crest, may I apply it now? I think it will compliment your form well. You are indeed a magnificent specimen." He watched as she blushed, even as part of Kieko hated how everyone was treating him as if he was special now, as if he was somehow better than them.... when in truth he felt almost as if he was being punished. He knew nothing of the Prince he was about to have his life bonded to, would they even manage to work together or be friends? Would the guy be arrogant and cold like so many other Dragons had hinted at? Kieko didn't know but he was nervous about it all, he didn't want to embarrass his kind.
Lowering his head so that the female dragon could reach his horns he tried not to move as she linked and hooked the silver upon each one. He could already feel the added weight, and for some reason it helped to focus him.
It didn't take too long for the rest of the preparations to be completed, and soon he found himself flying to the sacred hall, one of the elders joining him with his translator and a few other attendants just incase Kieko needed to be restrained. He suspected they wouldn't be needed, but knew all too well how one particularly scared Dragon had bolted in the past. With a light and practised 'thump' he landed on the elegant carved marble ledge. It was decorated to display a Dragon and rider. Kieko didn't look at it for long, instead he lowered his head and entered the Great Hall. Most of the humans were already there. The isle he must walk down in place, candles sparkled on the edges, material of the highest quality was draped over windows and the back of chairs. The place was covered in riches and gems.... stunning. Kieko had never seen anything like it before, and for a moment he could do nothing but stare, at least until he caught himself and kicked his body into action.
The Prince was not here yet, he knew that, but he couldn't help but look towards the 'alter' in case he could catch a glimpse of him. No such luck. With a practised grace his silver body moved, the muscles rippling under his flesh, speaking of the untapped potential he wielded, as he made his way towards the alter. The footsteps of his attendants followed behind him, and he knew from his training that the elder dragon would wait at the entrance to watch over the whole affair.
A man wearing a funny hat and expensive looking clothing stood before him, smiling up at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world. Kieko suspected that most here didn't get to see his kind everyday, and Kieko's colourings were indeed unique. Most dragons were mostly black, blue or green.... but he had been born of mostly of silver. He had been told that it was a sign that this was his destined path.... but Kieko still wasn't so sure about that. The only thing that broke up the silver was a black marking upon his back, shoulder and chest that echoed that of his 'human' form. The room was silent, and all he could do was wait for the Prince to arrive. His heart thundered in his chest, and he could almost believe that those around him could hear it as it tried to escape his rib cage. Still, he kept his eyes straight. A stoic expression upon his face as he forced focus throughout his mind and body. He would not mess this up, he knew all too well why this ceremony was held in the highest regard. |
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:14 am
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Shiro was woken early by his maids, and forced out of bed by his mother. He sleepily stood as maids instantly began dressing him, and fixing his hair. He let them finish then pulled away from them, and looked out his window. He could see the place where the ceremony would take place from where he was standing. Even though he knew he had been prepared for years for this, he still had knots in his stomach. The dragon that he would be paired with would have been most likely forced into this, so he may not like him.
Shiro sighed, and left his room, now walking along with all of the maids as they chattered on about how beautiful his dragon was. He nodded, and pretended to listen, but his glazed over eyes showed that he was thinking about something else. He was wondering if he could just run away, and save both him and the dragon the time and not do this thing at all.
Before he could even consider it, his father pulled him away from the maids, and smiled at him. Shiro, you seem nervous. Don't be. You know this whole ceremony by heart. You've been learning all about it since you were first able to understand words. There is no possible way that this thing could be messed up His father said. He patted Shiro on the back and continued to smile. He opened his mouth and began to say something, but was once again pulled away to the ceremony hall. He looked around, forcing himself to smile as if though he were excited, when in fact he was afraid of everything around him. He walked forward, and saw the dragon. He stopped and looked at him.
The dragon was as beautiful as everyone said it was. Instead of the typical colors of a dragon, this one was silver. He walked over to the dragon, and couldn't stop himself from staring. "Beautiful..." He muttered, then bit his lip in embarassment from accidently speaking. He looked down at his feet, and felt the eyes of other people on him. He glanced up at the dragon, and smiled. "Hello..." He said, trying his best to hide his nervousness from his voice.
((OOC: Sorry sorry x_x I meant to start it but I only have a certain amount of time on the computer and my sister LOVES to hog the laptop x_x;;
And wow you can write o-o VERY literate x_x *jealous*)) |
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:43 am
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iEatedUrStrawberry It's ok hun smile hehehe, not a worry. I completely understand. I have two kids so sometimes I get called away by them without much notice. I was just excited to get started. Awwww, thankies hunni. I am far from the best smile but the compliment is appreciated. You are not bad yourself. *nodnod* Feel free to take over the Priest and any of Keiko's handmaidens. =D
Kieko didn't move, he kept his line of sight focused on a dragon statue on the alter while he waited for the Prince to arrive. He could hear whispers around him, could even see his 'translator' attempting to catch his attention via his peripheral view. Still it took a moment for him to actually pay her any attention, when he finally lowered his gaze he noticed that she was trying to discreetly inform him that the Prince was approaching.
Turning his head he looked to see a slender ethereal creature, with short blond hair and turquoise eyes. "Beautiful...." Kieko listened to him speak, a voice that reminded him of the songbirds he was so fond of. The word of the other had clearly just slipped out, and Kieko couldn't help but smile with his eyes as the Prince caught himself as embarrassment swept over his features. Almost... cute. "Hello..." In reply to the others greeting Kieko lowered his head to a bow, keeping his nose in place for a moment.
It didn't take long for his translator to step forward, she bowed softly before speaking quietly so that only the Prince and the few maidens that stood around them could hear her words. "Kieko is giving you permission to touch him, in greeting to you, dear Prince." He remained still, unsure if the Prince would take him up on his offer or not. After all, they had only just met.... and he was a Dragon, far from the 'norm' for even a Prince.
A short while later the ceremony started, a chorus of song birds swirled and spiralled around them. Standing tall once more he turned his attention back to the guy with the funny hat... what strange beings humans were. Kieko had never really spent much time around them before today.
"We are gathered here today..." He began. Pride clearly overflowing with each word he spoke. "To witness the bonding between Prince Shiro and the Dragon Kieko." Many words were spoken, and everything suddenly became so real to Kieko. There would be no escape after this, there would be no hiding from the task he had been set.... even now he feared what the month alone with the Prince would bring. Would he grow to trust the guy?
"Dragon Kieko. Do you accept this bond?" Now that was the question of the century! In his mind it felt like forever until he finally managed to muster his response, although in reality his answer had been immediate and spoken without hesitation. "Yes." It was rare for a Dragon to speak in this form, simply because it was a difficult task unless practised, the elders were far better at it, and for this reason they were the ones who tended to interact with the human's. He lowered his front leg, bowing so that the band could be put into place around his neck. Once on it would never be removed, even in his human form it would appear. The material was special, made from a Draconian metal that would adapt with his body and DNA. It took two human dragons to lift the band and fit it into place.
"Prince Shiro." He watched the Prince through his peripheral view, curious to see the guys reaction. "Do you accept this bond?" |
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 10:41 am
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Shiro gently touched the dragon's head, surprised at the way it felt against his skin. He smiled softly, and petted the spot. He quickly removed his hand when the ceremony began, and listened closely. He could feel his heart beating hard, as if though it would escape his chest. He was sure that anyone could hear it. How could they not?
He gulped nervously when he was addressed, and smiled slightly. "Yes." he said, doing his best to hide his nervousness from his voice. He stood still as a handmaiden gently took his hand, and placed the band around his wrist. When it was in place, he felt a little calmer. The hardest part was over. He sighed quietly in relief, and looked up at Kieko, and wondered what was going through the dragon's mind. Did he hate that they were paired together? Did he like it? Or did the dragon even care? He couldn't stop his mind from racing in both excitement and curiosity.
He heard a voice near him began speaking, but could hardly even hear it from his own heart beating so loudly, and his thoughts. He didn't know why he was still nervous, but he was. Even though the possibility of messing up during the ceremony was gone, he was really hoping that him and the dragon would not end up like many other pairs; with either the dragon being killed or the noble being eaten. |
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 11:04 am
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iEatedUrStrawberry Just so you know smile feel free to write in whatever style you want, even if you just post a few lines or whatever. I don't want you to feel like you have to compete with me or something... especially since that isn't the case, and will only stop you from enjoying the RP. Not saying you are doing that or anything just wanted to put it out there smile *huggles*
Kieko couldn't tell what the Prince was thinking simply by looking at him, at least until after the bracelet was in place, after that it seemed obvious that the Prince was relieved. There was only one thing that remained of this stuffy ceremony now. The Prince needed to mount and ride the dragon out of the hall and off towards Dragon's Peak.
The humans took care of the sacred hall, and the dragon's took care of the Dragon's Peak camp. The entire mountain was cleared of dwellers for the month, the theory being that gave the Prince and the Dragon time to focus on their bond rather than any other distractions. In Kieko's mind he couldn't help but believe it was also the perfect recipe for disaster. Sometimes being with someone for too long was enough to drive you crazy... and on top of that Kieko currently knew nothing about the man that stood beside him.
Everyone clapped as the exchange came to an end. Proudly Kieko turned, careful not to knock anyone over with his wings or tail. He then lowered himself to the ground, lowering the wing on his left side to the floor to make mounting easier. His translator moved forward then, not that his 'meaning' wasn't already obvious. "Kieko is ready for you to mount him, dear Prince." She looked to Kieko then, an expression that looked almost sad even though it still dripped with respect. Did she pity him? That was a first... even those that had been relieved that they had not been chosen, had not showed him pity. He kept his expression stoic, aware of how most emotions could be read as anger in his current form. The translator turned to the prince again and in a hushed voice spoke again, "I would advice using the silver band to help you hold on, though holding a large clump of his hair will not bring Kieko harm either." She smiled softly at the Prince, aware that this was a crucial moment that he could not prepare for before the ceremony.
All that Kieko could do now was watch and wait. He would do his best not to let the Prince come to harm as he mounted, and would even attempt to prevent embarrassment for them both.... he had practised using his wings to help guide and catch in his preparations for today. The dragons in human form purposefully digging their feet in, or falling, so that nothing would come as a surprise today. Keep calm He reminded himself... almost over.
In the background he could feel what felt like a thousand sets of eyes upon him. |
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:45 pm
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 12:15 am
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iEatedUrStrawberry It's ok hun smile I hate when that happens though. I'll skip us a head a little, may help your inspiration a little.
Kieko found himself cringing a little as Shiro slipped, and the worst part there was nothing he could really do at that moment... the guy was too high up for him to use his wing to aid him. Fortunately the guy managed to catch himself and get up. No small feat, something Kieko believed that Shiro should actually be proud of himself for.
Feeling the band around his neck move a little against his scaled skin, he could tell exactly what the Prince had decided to hold onto. Slowly he raised himself off the ground, standing to full form once again. He could tell that everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what happened next... but there was only one person here that Kieko cared about, the elder. Glancing at him he noticed the look of approval, followed by a swift wink as he backed out of the sacred hall and into the air. That wink could mean only one thing.... and Kieko couldn't help the grin that spread across his features, even if it did appear more as a scowl to the rest of the world. Hold on. He thought, not giving the Prince any notice before he raised on to his hind legs and let out a roar. Of course, he did this cautiously, ensuring that he could feel the weight of Shiro upon his back and on the band around the neck. The roar was strong enough to be heard from the village below, and literally caused the delicate fabric curtains to vibrate all around them.... there was a method to his madness, and being the tactician he was, there usually was. In this case he wanted to send a clear message.... this Prince was off limits. Even if Kieko wasn't overly happy at being given this task, he had no intention of messing it up now that he was upon it. Failure was not an option... he hoped.
Those gathered showed mixed expressions of awe, fear and surprise; but Kieko didn't dally long enough to see much else. Back on all fours he walked to the exit and to the marble ledge. For a moment he took a deep breath, feeling and sensing the wind as it flowed all around them. Perfect conditions for flight, though he was secretly nervous about the Prince slipping.... this was his first trip by Dragon after all. He spoke one word, his throat hurting from the effort. Twice in one day. "Tight." It was his way of asking the Prince to hold on tight, and with that word spoken he jumped off the ledge. Allowing them to plummet towards the jagged rock below.... at least until he snapped his large wings open. The reaction was instant, and rather than falling they began their graceful ascend towards the heavens. It didn't take much effort to glide through the air and ride upon the changing currents.
Before long they reached Dragon's Peak. A magical floating mountain that wasn't attached to any of the Human land. That was why it was so special, few humans where ever invited here; and it was the perfect secluded location for their training. Wasting little time he brought them round to the prepared camp. Lowering his body so the Prince could slip off. He assumed it would be easier on the way down.
That indeed seemed the case. Once the Prince was off Kieko stood up and looked down at him, allowing himself to truly look for the first time since their meeting. The Prince was indeed lovely in appearance, and if the rumours from his birth were to be believed, this Prince was the first to have the same eye colour as the maiden who had sacrificed herself for his race all those century's ago. Stunning.
Peeling his gaze away, he nodded towards the bags. The tent was already up, but Kieko was worried that the Prince would feel the cold. Despite the warmth of the day it could get cold up here, and some of the breezes were especially chilly. In the bags and boxes there was also a supply of food, cooking equipment, spare clothing, weapons and tools, along with several other surprises for the pair.
Sitting on the ground Kieko watched curiously.... what would the Prince do now? |
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:38 am
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Shiro watched the dragon from where he was mounted, and clung on as Kieko flew through the air. He bit his lip, and dared to glance down, feeling his heart speed up in both fear and excitement. Few people ever got the chance to ride a dragon, and he was given more than just that chance. He couldn't help but smile as he felt the breeze of flying. A small laugh escaped his lips as he held tightly onto Kieko's silver band, and watched the scenes below him.
Once they had landed, he slid off, and felt dizzy once his feet were on the ground again. He took a moment to adjust to being on the ground again and smiled. Even he had to admit, that was fun. He looked around at the already prepared camp, and then back at Kieko. He continued smiling and walked over to the dragon.
He stared up at the dragon and wondered what he was thinking. He sat down lazily on the ground and sighed. "That ceremony was more exhausting than I would have thought it would have been... Too much excitement... And nervousness that I would mess up." He said more to himself than to Kieko. He laughed softly and added, "I'm sure that my father would have killed me even if I had breathed wrong... I'm surprised that he didn't try to kill me when I slipped a little..." He looked back to Kieko and said, "Sorry about that too... You must have been embarassed that I messed up by slipping. I didn't really get to practice mounting a dragon." He laughed softly at the last part. |
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:59 am
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While they had been flying, Kieko had felt a wave of joy as the Prince laughed. Thankful that they at least shared one common element. If nothing else, it was something he could work with.
When the Prince swayed a little as if Dizzy during his dismount, Kieko had wanted to reach forward and catch him. However, it didn't take long for the Prince to regain control, making Kieko feel slightly silly for his sudden nervousness. He listened as the Prince spoke; it was clear that he wasn't expecting a reply to his words, simply venting some of his pent up energy and nerves.... and that was one of the reasons Kieko had not shifted to human form to speak with him. The other reason? Well, after everything else that had happened he imagined it would come as quite a shock to discover one of the many secrets of the Dragons. No, he would wait to reveal that secret. Not wanting to shock the already anxious Prince.
He sympathised though, he had felt just as nervous, though unlike the Prince there had been no hiding his much larger form from everyone in the room. Shaking his head softly, he tried to dismiss the apology as unnecessary. After all, everyone slipped up a little, and as the Prince has said, he hadn't been able to practise that part. All in all, he did rather well. Several Princes in the past had slipped, one had even broken his leg, all in their attempt to mount the Dragon.
He brought his tail forward, the slender tip covered in soft white hair. Gently he ran it down the side of Shiro's face, hoping that the action wouldn't scare the guy. Kieko actually had no idea what he was trying to achieve, or what he wanted, and in truth he suddenly felt lost as to what to do next. Based on how the Prince's energy seemed to drain after the ceremony was over, Kieko didn't want to push things too much or too quickly. Dropping his tail he tried to smile, using his eyes mostly since he didn't want to appear aggressive.
"Rest." He managed to whisper, his throat suddenly dry from the effort of speaking not once but thrice now. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of water near by, and Kieko suddenly felt thirsty. Still, he didn't move. Not wanting to go until he was sure the Prince was comfortable and safe.... after all, it wouldn't exactly look good if he died on the first day. Though it was also possible that the Prince would request something of him, and since they were now bonded Kieko would not deny him.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:11 am
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iEatedUrStrawberry
((OOC: Hai emotion_yatta ))
Shiro felt the tail against his face and laughed softly. The tail felt strange, since he had never felt anything like it. He gently touched the tail and smiled at the soft white hair, then looked up at Kieko. He noticed that the dragon had spoken again, and nodded. "You should rest as well. I think there is some water around here... Maybe that would be good for you." Shiro stood up, and stretched. "As for me... I think a short nap will do." He smiled and shook his head. "I still can't believe that this all ahs happened today. Yesterday I was stuck in a dull perfect place, now I'm here with a dragon and face many dangers... Yet it's exciting."
He felt like a child at the bakery, who was just told to pick any cake he wanted. He walked over to one of the tents and frowned. He went inside of it, only to come back out with a pillow and blanket. He smiled and laid the two onto the ground, then laid on top of the blanket and pillow. He smiled and breathed in the air around him, happy to have fresh air all around him, instead of stuffy air that was always around him in his castle. He closed his eyes, but still listened to all of the things around him closely, as he drifted off to sleep.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:52 am
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iEatedUrStrawberry Sorry for the delay, was just bathing my two kidlets. 2 year old and 7 month old. =D
He nodded in agreement before standing and wandering towards the source of the water his ears had detected. Kieko knew the Prince would be ok, no one but another Dragon would come up here, and they would bring him no harm.... that said, the place should currently be abandoned.
It didn't take long for him to reach the water, and knowing that the Prince was wanting to nap, he decided to change forms. In a sparkle of rainbow coloured light and dust his body shifted and changed, a moment of blinding light at the core of the disturbance, his heart, before all that was left behind was the body of a human. In this form he held tanned skin, as a soldier he spent most of his time outdoors, and even if his Dragon form didn't tan his human form did. He had the same long silky locks of white, with a hint of black in his fringe. He had tried to cut it out once, but the thing had only grown back twice as thick.... it was like a tarnish upon his appearance, but more than that.... his body colour and hair made him a target for rumours. The tattoos that marked his body a constant reminder of what others believed him to be.... but that was not something to contemplate now.
Looking down at the slow flowing stream, Kieko couldn't help but pause for a moment to look at his naked reflection. His looks were very different from the gentle grace of the Prince he was now bonded with, although most may call him handsome he could not see it himself. Kicking the water to shatter the image he walked in and sat down. It was cold. Almost shockingly so, but that was what he wanted right now. To feel a little numb..... at least until a songbird flew towards him. Holding out his hand he accepted the small creature. A smile upon his face as he looked at it. It may look just like any other bird to the naked eye, but upon closer inspection Kieko noted the soft shift in brown hews upon his feathers, the strong legs and wings.... a fine specimen. It sang, the sound so lovely that it made Kieko chuckle.
"You are indeed beautiful." He said softly to the creature. His voice was still hoarse, so he used his spare hand to cup some water into his mouth, it was cool and refreshing as it flowed down towards his stomach. The little bird carried on singing, and unable to resist he joined in. The song was one spoken in his mother tongue, the lyrics sad and almost sorrowful... a mourning song to those who he would never see again. Despite how happy he felt, for some reason he always sang this hauntingly beautiful melody with the birds. Soon his voice was joined not just by a single bird but what felt like a forest of them. All around him the birds came, perching on everything and anything to join in with song of a Dragon. He smiled softly, though he continued to sing.... he thoughts upon the close friend he had lost.... had it really already been three years?
Kieko was unaware of how loud they were being, he was simply lost in the moment. Standing up he turned and danced in the water.... his hands touching the silky smooth surface, sending droplets dancing around him. With each turn his long hair swirled around him. It looked almost magical. |
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 2:32 pm
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((OOC: Aww >w<))
Shiro slept for probably nearly half and hour before the sounds of singing awoke him. He sat up, and rubbed his eyes as he looked around confused and sleepily. Weren't they they only ones here? He was sure that him and Kieko were the only ones here. So who could be singing? He got up, and followed the sounds of the singing, listening closely. It was definately not just a male voice. It was a beautiful male voice. His heart beat became slightly more rapid as he tried to figure out who could possible be there as well.
The young prince stopped once he saw the human Kieko. He quickly hid as his face flushed. Who was this man?! His voice was amazingly and impossibly beautiful. Shiro bit his lip until he could taste blood in both nervousness, fear, and slight anger. Only someone with a dragon could have gotten there. He conisdered going out to address the man, or just hiding there and watching him to see what happens. He peeked out at the other male, trying his best not to be seen, as he tried to see his face.
Something was familar about this man. Shiro didn't know exactly what it was, but his eyes seemed familar. He continued to stare, and wonder who he was and what he was doing there.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 11:11 pm
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Although Kieko's hearing wasn't as good in this form, he did notice that some of the birds had stopped. The song wasn't coming from all directions now. His movements and voice slowed to a stop, and slowly he turned to that part of the forest, his eyes of bright blue not seeing anything at first. He prepared himself, wondering if someone hadn't left when they were meant to.... after all, Prince Shiro was napping right?
Cautiously he approached. "Is someone there?" He asked, although he knew the answer to that question... perhaps he should have asked 'who is there'? In this form his voice was far less rough, it flowed easier from human lips than those of his dragon. As he approached, his eyes finally fell upon another pair of eyes.... eyes of turquoise. There was only one man he knew who possessed that colour, and before he realised what he was doing he fell to his knee and lowered his head in a formal bow. "Prince Shiro. Forgive me, for disturbing you."
Most of the birds had scattered now, a sea of colour floating away in the sky, a few brave one's remained behind to watch the show, some even continued to sing. Yet, Kieko's mind wouldn't allow him to think too much about that, no, right now he was more concerned as to how he was going to explain everything. He really hadn't intended to reveal himself like this just yet. Too late now, and more embarrassingly so since he had also been caught singing.... and had he really rose and danced? It felt like such a long time since he had last done either.
He kept his gaze on the ground, not wanting to appear as a threat to the Prince. Of course, that also meant he was a disadvantage, since he could no longer see the Prince.... be it his reaction, facial expression or plan. All Kieko could do was listen closely to the sounds around him, hoping they would give him an indication of what to do.... the worst case scenario? Shiro attacked him, and since Kieko had no intention of harming the Prince he would simply have to accept each blow while trying to make the other understand. Or worst still? Shiro ran away. Still, changing suddenly back to his Dragon form didn't feel like the best idea.... would that scare the Prince? |
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 5:17 am
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