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~Ensosin~
Child of Blood


Ensosin is not phased by Tiamat's remark. She has confidence in herself, and simply strolls away wordlessly, her large purple talons scraping the ground. She must admit, however, that Tiamat is a striking Dragon to some extent. Her wings were sometimes and illusion to the eye, appearing as silken dark alabaster, and her scales and claws were as hard and pretty as ebony. She has many antennae atop her crown, and large horns that protruded most excellently. Alas, she is a powerful prowess, and not interested in mating with the men of Dov. Many times has Ensosin overheard groups of Dov, discussing ways to encase the proud messenger, or compilations of female Dov, who snorted remarks of jealousy. She heard these things said of herself, as well, but their conversations ceased when they believed Ensosin to be within too close of a proximity.
"'Tis not as if I shall transmit your commutes to the ears of whom you speak." she thinks as she passes.
"I am not bothered by your gossip."
In truth, the elders of the tribe of blood children had been discussing these two dragonesses as of late, talking both ill and prime of their occupations. They appear to enjoy comparing the two dragonesses, although they are nothing alike but the same ilk.
"Tiamat prefers to prowl and hunt as the men. She brings more *grosaala than some of the men themselves." Elder Astarot would say.
"Yet Ensosin uses *arcaniss to protect the tribe and Drog Kinbok from unwanted outsiders." Elder Hurshv adds.
These debates have been going on for some time now, yet Ensosin listens still with utmost interest. She believes the reason they discuss herself and Tiamat, is because neither of them have yet to mate. They have lived long enough in the tribe to know every Dovah's name, yet they choose to ignore the ideals set by the elders before the elders, and perhaps before, that a female Dov should mate before her 300th year. Ensosin approaches this year, as she thinks Tiamat does as well.
"The sorceress Ensosin have deceived mine eyes many times. She convinces that she would mate the very male she meets on the very spot, yet she leaves his soul thirsty and her womb empty. *Opsola Zuu finds her behaviour most distasteful at times, yet she has none of his advice. And Tiamat, the messenger, bears no interest in the males of the tribe, despite the efforts of both her *dask vur opsola. What Dov practices these strange activities, I ask?"
Ensosin can not help but find herself snickering at their remarks. They worry too much of others while their scales become scoffed and their claws grow ragged. She simply brushes their remarks from her conscience, knowing full well her own intentions.
---Notes---
*grosaala = food
*arcaniss = magic/sorcery
*Opsola Zuu = Father Zuu. They are speaking in reference to Ensosin's father, the Storm God.
*dask vur opsola = mother and father

~Llyonda
Elven Princess


Llyonda shook her dark head, wild curls encasing her face as her lips curled with distaste. "To come all the way to the heartlands simply to hunt my people... It is as if they wish war upon us all. I have tried with the council to convince them to cease this declaration of war, but they seem so content to believe that every child of blood is responsible for my mother's death, that it was on the King of Blood's command." Said she, with an obvious disdain. "Svennik risks civil war in Valenskair. *I overhear him speaking of a male ruler. Can you believe your ears? A King? in the Elvenwood? Ridiculous!" The elf exclaimed, fire in her hazel eyes as she watched the Sky Child across from her's eyes go melancholy.

*Llyonda speaks with distaste of the Elder's proposal due to tradition. There has never been a male ruler or King of Valenskair.

~Kinbok
King of Blood


The King's eyes blinked, ruby irises dilating with the change of light, his body motionless in the typically poker-faced fashion. "Perhaps." Said he, sounding this with approval. This Dragonling was committed- that was what he was interested in- that was what gave him pride. Perhaps if she had simply agreed, he might have developed a dislike for the Black dragoness, but ah, such was not the case. He liked a little fire in his warriors. "The goodness of the idea strikes me. You've peaked my curiosity. But it is not wholesome. I do not wish danger upon my children. Speak with the Sorceress Ensosin and fill the gaps within your... plan. You've my permission." Said the Blood-King, the acrid smell of brimstone from the volcanic soil beneath his form filling his senses. "I may be wrong... but I hear the Children of the Land have decided to assist the *Fahlil. It is... thoughtful... but you may be able to permeate their ranks." He added nonchalantly, eyes on her.

*Fahlil-Elfkind

~Kinbok
King of Blood


The Great King snorted tendrils of smoke from between his many massive teeth as Tiamat dutifully agreed. He liked to think that it was a warrior like she that committed the murder of the Naive Sundir, not some ridiculous Child who might have accidentally crossed his boundaries. He liked to think that it was someone with purpose, purpose of the Blood. The thought pleased him as he watched his children below. He was their king. Their Ruler.
Their Master.