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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:01 am
☥𝕿 𝖎 𝖆 𝖒 𝖆 𝖙 ☥ A young looking female warrior stood at the edge of a cliff, her long ebony tresses being played with by the slight breeze. Her form was pleasing to the eye as she had curves in all the right places and her flesh was smooth and lightly sun-kissed. She pursed her full, pink lips in displeasure as her bright, jade green orbs scanned the horizon. She was a stunning beauty but she was also tall for a human. At her full height she was 6'10" and the weapon she was holding as nearly as tall as she. With a disappointed sigh she turned and walked away from the edge, she needed to find the battle and all this walking was getting her no where.
She looked back at the cliff and without missing a beat ran for it and jumped off. Anyone watching would think the girl mad and that she'd just committed suicide but then a monstrous roar would be heard as a black dragon flew up into the sky. She had transformed into a mighty dragon and now her form continued to fly higher and higher until one would think she was a bird. She used her keen eyesight to keep a look out for battles as she flew around, undetectable except by those with keen eyes. OOC: I'm always glad to join an interesting rp!
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 2:18 am
Just waiting for the right moment to jump in...
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 2:54 pm
 "Miss!" a young voice called. "Oh!" Selphie jumps in surprise. She turns around and sees a young Da'len running towards her. Her sapphire eyes glimmered with happiness as the small elven girl tugged at her silk sleeves. "This is for you!" the child giggled, holding out a small dandelion to her. Selphie laughed softly and tousled the little girls golden hair. "Thank you very much." she smiled, holding the flower gently in her hand. The small elven girl giggled in delight and ran back towards the village. "Thank you for everything Miss!" she yelled, waving goodbye as she disappeared into the distance. Selphie ran her pale fingers through her light caramel hair and gazed up at the sky. The sky was clear, the sun glowing beautifully over the forest, a gentle breeze playing with her hair. Such a beautiful day, and yet, she was anxious. Micheal left early in the morning to attend to "certain business", so she spent her time collecting herbs for medicene. She knew that his business had to do with the war. She sighed softly as she continued through the forest. The war.. It has been causing a lot of commotion in Elvenwood. One of the Children of Air, her dear friend, has joined the other side of the fight. She held the dandelion delicately between her two fingers, staring at its bright golden petals. Why must there be conflict? It only destroys families and friends, turning them against each other. She paused, turning her head. She walked very far into the forest as she was in deep thought. "I should return back to Elvenwood now before it gets dark," she thought to herself, walking back towards the village.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:25 am
Ser Anneliese Just waiting for the right moment to jump in... ((there's really not going to be a 'right moment' so you may as well post before this one dies too))
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MelancholyAstronomy Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:55 pm
((Darn, I'm sorry. Lets get this back on it's feet! I promise to be active more!!
I shall be Kinbok for now, I s'pose))
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:10 pm
~Kinbok
King of Blood The Majestic red Dragon stared off the edge of what could have been the end of world to any mere beast, but this dragon was not "Any mere beast". This dragon was a Child of Blood, and the ruler of Yol. He ran his long, steel-barbed tongue against his claws, finishing the remnants of a meal had long before as his tale flicked against his wide treasure pile. A pillar of smoke collapsed from his nostrils as his massive ruby eyes searched with a near hubris-like pleasure of his land, red light shining through smoke and volcano ash glittering off of his massive armour-scales. He could hear many roars amongst his group, but one stood out more than the others, at least to the King's ears. A long, deafening sound, but with a graceful, almost beautiful ending. That of a female. but not just any female-- Tiamat's roar. He laid his head down, nosing gold and gems away, to perhaps, get an eye of this inconspicuous beauty. The eyes of a king are easily dragged away, though, his, to a slender purple dragon-human. He recognized this Child of Blood as well- many of the female Blood Children were powerful, notable creatures. The one he eyed carefully was a sorceress and a well-noted mage. Ensosin.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:20 pm
~Llyonda
Elven Princess When the other elf did not answer, his eyes closed in silent Diplomacy, Llyonda drew in a deep sigh. "This is nonsense, Svennik, and you know it. I will not stand for this." She squared her shoulder, emerald eyes like flame, and suddenly seemed like she had gotten taller, grew a few more inches, and everything in her path was shadow. "I am the daughter of Sundir, and if the council disagrees or not, I shall have order. I am dismissing this council. The Angel of Forest awaits me."Without another word, the elf princess exited the room. The first breath of air outside the council room was like ambrosia in her senses. She could see the young angel from a distance, thoughtful eyes on a dandelion in her hands. Even without her wings, the girl was obviously not elven- Her eyes were not slanted, and she was delicate, and small, her very skin glowing with a purity that even elves cannot obtain, with all their grace. "Selphie." called the princess, her voice sounding somewhat more harsh than she intended, but she was, for some reason, sure the angel would understand. She always did.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 4:27 pm
gaia_angelleft Selphie gaia_angelright "Oh!" she froze at the sound of a familiar female voice calling her name. Her gaze shifted from the dandelion between her fingertips to the young daughter of Sundir, her emerald eyes glittering with anger. Her tall, slender figure made Selphie look like a small child in comparison. The Elven Princess was as beautiful as she was short-tempered, but she had a kind heart, even with all she had to endure with the loss of her mother and her land in the beginning of a war. A sad smile played upon Selphie's lips, she knew. She knew by looking in her eyes that the Council meeting she has just departed from, did not end the way she intended it to. She considered the Princess like a dear friend, however she still greets her formally, like any other elven in the land would. "Good evening, Princess." she answers, bowing her head.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:12 pm
~Ensosin~
Child of Blood "Have you been listening to me?"The irritated growl pulls Ensosin from her distracted state. She turns her eyes to meet the large green dragon staring down at her, where she sits with legs crossed, *vith-like tail curled and head resting in a propped arm. Her fine *sahqo hair drapes down her scaled back, sweeping backwards to keep it from falling in her eccentric face. "*Aam? No, not really." she answers truthfully. The dragon snorts. "Oh, come now, Yuurslav.." Ensosin coos. "You can't really expect me to pay attention to you for more than a few minutes."Yuurslav is an acquaintance of Ensosin's, who often *beyns her for her lack of concentration. He is a fairly large Child of Blood, with thick green scales and claws. "*Krosis, Ensosin. I have important things to say, if you would just listen.""Oh really? I never noticed."She leans in over the *golz tablet with a teasing smile. "Do tell me more."With a sigh, Yuurslav continues. "The war has put the *Fahliil against the Dov, and it is only a matter of time before those *rauhisses seek *nahkriin against us. It it our responsibility as Dov to avoid causing any more..."Yuurslav has lost Ensosin at this point, as she picks at the table with her long nails in boredom. A strand of hair falls out of place, causing her to attempt to blow it from her face. Finally getting enough, she tucks it behind an antennae, securing it in place. She looks back up in time to see Yuurslav finish his rambling. "So, what do you think?""About what?"Yurrslav sighs irritably, smoke pouring in clouds from his nostrils. "Ensosin, you must realize that it is not only I who has grown weary of your distracted company." he says "Say you, now? Who else?" she asks, only somewhat interested. "I will not speak with your longer. You ignore me.""Hush now." she purrs. "If you do not feel like speaking, then perhaps we could try something else?""I know what you suggest, and I think it is most un-wise. Zuu would have my hide hung on a tablet. Besides, we are not alone. *Drog Kinbok has been observing you for some time."This actually pierces her hearing, as Ensosin looks high above the ground to Kinbok's mountain, and sure enough, there sits the King of Blood, his ruby eyes resting on her. She smirks, looking back to Yuurslav. "So he has.""That is probably because you take such a curious form. Why resemble *munthrek when you can appear as a fearsome Child of Blood?" he asks, stretching his wings for emphasis. "*Becraaw." she says, standing, and approaching Yuurslav. Her tail swishes behind her as she glides away from the tablet, Yuurslav growing slightly anxious. "Isn't this form more... *yuvaeted?" she asks, stroking his jaw. She rubs his face with both hands, running her fingers across the shiny scales that cover his body. Yuurslav closes his eyes, liking the feel of her soft, humanoid hands. "And besides..." she starts again. Yuurslav opens his eyes as she cups his large head in her hands, and stares into his very soul. **"Moor yun sos buin hyet wuthe smoliin fein ali."She drops her hands from his being and turns around, tail swiping the end of his nose. Her hips swing gracefully, as even though she is a Child of Blood, she has mastered the Children of Land's ways of seduction. This form enhances her magical abilities and appeal, so she prefers it over the body of a dovah. She can hear Yuurslav sigh in distress and laughs, knowing he can not resist much her longer. "War with Fahliil?" she thinks smugly. "They waste their time."---Notes---*vith-like = serpent-like
*sahgo = red
*Aam? = Hmm?/no?
*beyns = scolds
*Krosis = alas/"oh please"
*golz = stone
*Fahliil = elf/elves/elvenkind
*rauhisses = animals
*nahkriin = vengeance
*Drog Kinbok = Lord Kinbok
*munthrek = humans/humankind
*Becraaw = because
*yuvaeted = attractive
**"Moor yun sos buin hyet wuthe smoliin fein ali." = "It makes my blood boil with a passion for destruction."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:05 am
☥𝕿 𝖎 𝖆 𝖒 𝖆 𝖙 ☥ She had flown around for several hours and let out a disappointed roar before returning to Yol. She only had a few hours to do as she pleased as the other times she received her orders from the King himself. With a graceful arc she landed on an expanse of land near the sorceress Ensosin and a rather large green dragon who's name she couldn't be bothered to remember. "Ah, Ensosin, teasing the males again?" Tiamat didn't approve of her actions but then again it kept them distracted away from her. She wasn't looking for a mate but her parents were trying to set her up, hence her closeness to the enticing purple dragoness.
Tiamat then fluttered her wings as she turned her head to spot their King. She lowered her head before she moved her massive frame closer so he wouldn't have to yell at her for her orders. Other than that, she would get no closer to him, she didn't feel it was her place. "Do you have any orders for me, my King?" Her voice was gentle and sounded like a lover's touch caressing the skin and belied how violent she could become in a moment's notice.OOC: Whoot!
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:27 am
~Kinbok
King of BloodThe King's endless eyes blinked once, eyelids snapping together with a sound like hammer upon rock wheel. As he opened his mouth, snicks of flame escaped and curled around his features, encasing red with red, Blood on blood, before disguising itself into smoke. Her black dragon form was an interesting one- He had not seen many females take for themselves the colour of the dark, but again, he was the only bloodred Dragon in the entire existence of Yol. Aside, it was pleasing on his eyes. The colour of the dark was mostly restricted to male warriors, warriors in his service, but it was well known of Tiamat's prowess. Perhaps it was simply meant to be that way. "Greetings to you as well, Dragonling." Said the King, Voice like Velvet and Dark, Deep chocolate, even against his Beastform. "For now, I simply wish for my Children to be my eyes, and my ears." He says smoothly. "One of our kind grievously killed The Elven Lady and I suppose they seek compensation for our... actions. Alas, I shall await their first move. I... have reached a stalemate in this predicament." Adds the Dragon, smoke drifting from his nostrils. A strike of pride ran the length of his spine. The Lord of Blood has waited for many many years for someone to finally pass judgement upon ignorant and boastful fools, the elves. The Land children, who lived further in the arctics, were not of interest to him, alas. Their lands were dead and unfruitful. Valenskair, though was wild with vegetation, teeming with delicious and succulent wildbeasts, just begging to be snapped in jaws. The heartland was what he desired. He was still as he speaks, so much so, that he have could passed for a statue, such was the way of every King of Blood- to procure stoniness and never betray a hint of emotion. Like a well-thought out Poker player.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:42 am
~Llyonda
Elven PrincessThe Princess nodded her own head, hands across her chest in a usual elven greeting. "I understand there have been scattered attacks from hostile dragons on the hunters. I am pleased, though, to hear of your healing assistance. You are a great advantage to us that the Blood Children do not have." Said the elf, one sharp eyebrow raising. "This increases chance of civil war." She added with disdain. "Sadly, The council is filled with indecisive fools, and they once again, could not reach a verdict. Have the *Shemlen sent word yet? They are quick upon their feet, and I expect alliance, though it is quite obvious where the *Durgen'len stand. The Children of the Stone are an odd people." She said, brow furrowing as she watches the Angel of Forest. *Shemlen- Literal meaning "Quick Children", An elvish word referring to Humans.
*Durgen'len- Dwarves, Children born of the Stone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 11:13 am
(OOC:Also, here's a skeleton for Kinbok, unless someone else decides they want to play the role :333 If not, I suppose I'll continue to, but I shall do so fairly)My username is: xXDemigoddess_Of_DeathXx My (Character's) name is: Kinbok, King of Blood My gender is: Male I am a Child of: Blood My class is(Warrior, Rogue, Assassin, Mage etc.): Warrior My alignment is: Dragons My romantic interest is: None I look like: My weapon(s) is(are): Teeth, claws, Breath-Magick (Flame, Ice, Lightning) Tail My dialogue is: BloodRed and BoldBackground info(Optional): Kinbok is the Seventh Ruler of Yol. As his fathers before him, he is Blood Red in colour and absolutely ruthless when it comes to something he wants. To obtain his throne, according to Blood Child Lore, He approached his father with *fire between his lips and informed him that The children of the Forest had breached the perimeters of Yol. The Old King was furious and flew to the edge of the Volcano line, where Kinbok attacked and killed his father, thus becoming the new King of Blood. Like all Kings, he despises human form, and takes it only if he is too wounded to continue fighting in Beastform, although few have actually witnessed Blood King human form, it is said that they all look alike. The King of Blood is nearly two hundred years old, and has no heirs to speak of. He enjoys observing the female members of Yol, not necessarily because he fancies them, but because they represent all that is beautiful and deadly of DragonKind. *Fire between The Lips- An air of Deception/ Deceiving
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