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 Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:43 am
~+~War of the Dragons~+~ A rp of event proportions. Nyx Queen of Darkness and Emalthya are running this RP and it is fine with us if anyone wants to join, but please PM whichever of us is online before you post to give us some information and we can work you into the event (we are going to try and accommodate different things into this RP including RP breeding logs for certain pairs, introducing new ponies to each other ect). This RP is called 'War of Dragons' only because the main (original) protagonists of the RP are Nyx and Em's dragons, however non-dragons of all kinds fight on either side, or none and are welcome. You can stay for as long or little as you like, as long as you follow the rules.
~Rules~
+Everyone be respectful of all other players, if something is causing friction IRP and cannot be resolved respectfully, take it OOC. +This is a fighting RP in some parts, and if you don't want your ponies to fight, that's fine. Do not try and force someone else's ponies into a fight if they don't want to be, nor hurt another pony too harshly. If you really want to find out who is tops, random number generator your posts with hp points.
+THERE WILL BE NO DYING. (Just KOs, Pokemon rules apply) +For reference, put a link to the pony(ies) you are RPing in your first post. If you would like to stay in the RP for an extended period, we will place your pony on the front page. ~+~An excellent reference for text colours is to be found here
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:53 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:07 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:57 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 7:02 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:19 pm
It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood...
Brittania couldn't usually give a thought to such fluff, but for some reason the tune was playing brokenly in her head. Some time ago she would not have allowed holes, even portholes, to be carved into her mountainous caverns, afraid for the safety of it, but she was enjoying the view out of one of the westward facing windows at present. It really was a beautiful day.
It was quiet; Jin had the children in another room and was entertaining them. Sometimes it was like he never grew up from the sweet child she once knew, but then at times he startled her with his seriousness. He was many things to many people.
Eerinna had stopped by again for any news of Tasma. Brittania was sorry to tell her she had seen hide nor hair of her second daughter in the last three weeks. Eerinna was disappointed, but still courteous, having brought a cake an an excuse for her visit. The children fell upon the cake immediately and belatedly tried to cut a respectful slice for their parents; it ended up looking slightly mauled with clawmarks in the icing, and when it was presented to her by kids with coloured icing and vanilla cake crumbs around their faces, Brittania really didn't mind.
Eerinna pulled Rahar onto her lap and scrubbed at his scaley face while he wriggled. She interrogated them about what they had done since last week. The short answer was not a lot, except for terrorise some innocent ponies.
Jin had asked Eerinna how she was going and if Tundra was still with them. Tundra, it seemed, was still living in the ice palace, being very spacious and grand and much nicer than a place she could afford, but she spent a lot of time in remote sections of it, where the ice met the stone, beautifying the rooms as she went. Eerinna and Zared almost forgot she was there and sometimes they only saw each other every few days in the kitchen.
Brittania sighed as she thought of it. Tundra was nearby, even if she didn't like to visit. They lived on the same mountain. She still had no idea where Tasma had gone off to, or Soren. Her usually stalwart daughter, Rage, had begun to move around the valley floor and mingle with normal people.
Once upon a time, Brittania would have resented Rage's abandonment of her duties, but now she was a little proud that her daughter could face strangers with dignity and surety. Brittania wished Rage would stay home more, but she supposed all people wished that about ones they loved.
If she could only have one person stay by her forever, she was glad it was Jin. he could always smooth over her rough words and feelings, people listened to him when he spoke and didn't fear him. He was everything she was not, and everything she had once hated.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 2:48 am
Another hot day, maybe a chance of a storm. Tasma wiped her forehead and grit came away with the sweat. It had been a long time since she's had a proper bath. With soap.
A scarf was tied around her mouth and wound around her head. It kept the worst of the dust out. She probably looked like some desert rover, complete with red dust all over.
Truthfully, she had been wandering around the northern mountains and, while it was not the kind of place to be very clean, the granules that blew into her face was dirt and stonegrit, not sand. The difference was not very important; sand or dirt, it was still grimy and she was still unclean and felt disgusting.
She hadn't seen another person for two weeks. She hadn't come North for society, but for freedom and some well-needed independence. She wondered what the path for her really was the now that her lifelong duty had been taken care of for her. She was no longer her sister's keeper.
Maybe everyone has a choice in their lives, but Tasma had never felt that she had a choice. She remembered her fears after Rage began to prove unfit to lead their clan, unable to look out for the whole instead of just herself and the mantle of leadership hovered threateningly above Tasma.
She had been so relieved to dodge it when Rage took upon herself the responsibility she ought to have carried from birth. But now, with Rage an actual functioning person with restraint and kindness, there was no need for Tasma to watch over her like an overprotective handler of an easily baited rhinoceros. Tasma was not required anymore. It was like being downsized from a position at work because the method was refined and her role was now superfluous. Useless. Unnecessary.
She had travelled less from the desire to go and see things and more from the unstoppable impulse to escape her rigid, hierarchical family. She had in the meanwhile seen some amazing things- caves that sparkled like someone took all the jewellers in the world and set them to work polishing, waterfalls with rainbows at every tier, small creatures scampering under her shadow and birds singing on the branch, huge birds the likes of which she'd never seen.
She began to notice that she was reconciled to her new freedom and looked forward to making her own fate, but she wasn't sure she was ready to return home yet to put it into practice. Obviously, she could not wander the wilds forever. She was aware, too, that this mode of escape would have been impossible for almost anyone else; there were few predators around here that would attack a full grown dragon. She had never thought of herself as particularly resilient before she got out into the coarseness of the undeveloped wastelands.
She turned her face against the sun and resisted the temptation to fix her hair- she didn't want to think of the state it would be in. New things to see would not wait and she took to the sky.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 4:12 am
Rage walked down the main street in Nightmare Valley. It seemed strange to her to be amongst the bustling, cheerful, harried, distracted, excited crowd instead of flying over it, more strange that she could walk down a street and not be stared at, cursed at, or worse, cause everyone else to flee at the sight of her. Some people even waves to her, or nodded as she passed.
A small child was playing in the street. He had his eyes closed and was walking around, miraculously not bumping into anyone. He stopped in front of her and, without opening his eyes, said 'Hello, Rage.'
Rage was shocked into silence.
The boy frowned. "It is you, isn't it?" He opened his eyes. "There you are. Why didn't you say anything?"
"I..." began Rage. "I was suprised."
The boy smirked. "It's my premonitions power," he explained proudly. "I can see where I'm going even when I close my eyes."
"How nice," said Rage. It was only a little forced.
"Pointer," said the boy without any embarrassment.
Rage wished she wasn't embarrassed to have forgotten his name. "Sorry, yes, hello Pointer." She was terrible with names, she had just never realised before.
"Goodbye, then." Pointer closed his eyes again and walked off into the crowded street.
Rage watched for a moment but Pointer was managing well by himself, which is more than she could say for herself; she was standing in the way. She hurried on, not forgetting what she was there for. Her dark eyes scorched the crowd as she looked for someone. An unremarkable someone. Someone... was he here?
"Rage," he said and she was relieved. She spun around, tripping someone up on her long scaly tail.
"Alpheus," she said with relief. "I thought I'd never find you."
Alpheus Rex took her arm in his and walked with her down the street, oblivious to the people crowding them or trying to push past. "Don't you waste a thought on that, Rage," he said reassuringly. "If you can't find me, I promise I'll find you." He planted a chaste kiss on her cheek and Rage felt her knees turn to water. He was so respectful and it made her feel all... girly. In a good way, she supposed, but it was new to her and she didn't quite trust it.
They had tea in a cafe in full view of everyone. At first Rage was awkward about people watching her with Alpheus; what were they thinking, did they think there was something wrong in it? But half a cup of iced tea down, she was so relaxed with Alpheus she didn't care if her mother was standing outside staring at them with all her baby siblings in tow.
She was glad they weren't there. This girly stuff really wasn't suited to her looks. But she was having so much fun.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:37 pm
It was a long walk up the mountain. Thanatos was glad he had wings, but he still had to walk the last stretch to the entrance to Dragon Home. Apparently, flying right in without an inviataion was tantamount to breaking and entering, so he flew up the mountain to a clearing and walked through the back way to the lower entrance.
He waited there for a few minutes after knocking and was peering inside, about to walk in, when a pale shape emerged from the dimness.
Valmoriel scrutinised the pony before her. "Yes?" she asked.
"I am here to see Vesuvia," said Thanatos, smothering his awkwardness in front of his friend's daughter.
Valmoriel's beautiful eyes narrowed. "Oh. I see." She turned away and a sharp flash shot from her claws, speeding away up the mountain tunnel. If Thanatos hoped to avoid a conversation with Valmoriel by her going to fetch Vesuvia, he was mistaken; the message was going on without her.
Thanatos glanced around stiffly. "Have you been well?"
"Yery well," said Valmoriel flatly.
"And... your sister?" he continued lamely.
"I am also well." Carmine Masque, emerging, as her sister had done, from the shadows. Her startling appearance was somewhat mitigated by her chosen apparel: a frilly apron.
"I am glad to hear it," said Thanatos. "Have you been... cooking?" he asked.
"Baking, actually," said Carmine with more cheer. "But that's enough chit-chat, I think, do you think?" she asked Valmoriel.
"Quite," agreed Valmoriel. "So," she said, swinging her uncustomarily hard gaze at Thanatos. "What is your intention with our mother?"
Such a blunt question couldn't be turned aside, and it was probably better that he did not. "I want a walk," he said. "And maybe a hot beverage," he added testily.
"In that case, I trust on your gentlemanly nature to have her home by nightfall," instructed Valmoriel, obviously mollified by his innocent activity schedule.
"But," said Carmine meaningfully, "what did you bring us?"
"Bring you?" asked Thanatos blankly.
"You are a suitor, aren't you?" asked Carmine. "Suitors bring gifts to the children to bribe them to not hate him. Even the serial killer Dexter did it." She turned to Valmoriel, nodding encouragingly.
"Oh," said Thanatos, feeling himself being compared to a bloody murderer and being found wanting. "I have nothing now, I will have to owe you... What would you like?"
Valmoriel looked nervous. She had no idea what to ask for. "Some... hair... clips," she began haltingly. "Or some... lollies?"
Carmine seemed to have great restraint in not rolling her eyes. "Whatever you think it's worth to have permission to court our mother," she said smugly.
Thanatos felt himself caught, here. "I will find what I can," he assured them. He heard a hurried footstep on the tunnel and was relieved when Vesuvia herself appeared.
"I was reading," she said to Thanatos in explanation. She turned to Valmoriel and Carmine Masque and opened her arms. Carmine and Valmoriel looked much smaller, squishing together to give Vesuvia a hug.
"Have a great time, Mum," said Valmoriel.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," warned Carmine Masque. She smiled at Valmoriel and they watched Thanatos and Vesuvia walk down the mountainside together before going to try some of Carmine's baking. "I hope he brings ghost drops," she said.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:59 pm
The nights were cold up in the mountain, bitter cold. The wind would whip and howl in all it’s fury. Sometimes she would listen to it long into the night when she should have been sleeping. But it was hard to sleep without someone beside her, not that she’d ever had anyone for long. It shouldn’t really be a habit yet. But there was no one there at night to lay beside.. Sometimes she thought there never would be. She could handle it. Mikuko was used to being alone, used to her odd little family, and her cold lonely room. Her sisters had left, some had fallen in love--she could do it too. Her ideas of her own clan had fallen to pieces. One night she had cried about it all alone, the pieces of her dream shattered like glass and then she hadn’t allowed herself to cry again. She would dry her eyes, give it up and go back home. She would admit her defeat. The word tasted sour in her mouth, like a bitter poison. She put off her going again and again...There was more to explain than the failing of her clan. Mikuko and Haru had split months and months ago, and she knew that they likely knew but she didn’t want to face them. When had she become such a coward? It was that thought that drove her to pack up her few things, swallow her pride, and return home. But she had never made it far. That’s when she met him--Lexar. Suddenly, she found herself staying, stretching her wings and surrendering to the bliss of flying and cold air on her face. For the first time in her life she understood what it felt like to a dragon, soaring in the high heavens and hunting. It had perhaps been best that she and Haru had split. He would never fly, he had always envied her that and relationship, good ones could not be built on envy. Lexar had come when she needed someone, anyone to remind her that it was okay to be alone. It seemed a strange thing to learn from someone else, but it was true. He told her how he had traveled alone, lived alone--how he had lived a full life so far and would live a full life still. He didn’t need anyone to make him happy and neither did she. They were happy together in their brief time and when he left, she was still just as happy. The memory of him she would carry with her always along with this new outlook on life. Three months after she met him, she was home. She was excited to see her family, to see how they had fared since she’d left. She’d put back on the weight she’d lost from worry and stress, her hair shone, and she was stronger than she had ever been before. Her time with Lexar had helped her to come into her own--to accept herself. She was happy, for the first time not dreaming of some gallant male to sweep her off her feet or pining away over someone who she would never be able to make it work with. A smile, a hint of a secret, pulled at the corner of her lips. She was home
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:20 am
Dalila was in an out of the way valley on the mountains. She liked to come here to be alone, the solitude was welcoming. Her basket was full of various things--flowers, herbs, smooth stones and obsidian that she'd collected today. It was an odd assortment of items, some picked up on whimsy and others out of necessity. Pushing the lid closed, she flopped down among the tall grasses and gazed up at the bright empty blue sky. She waited patiently for the clouds to roll in, but none came. Instead, she watched the dandelions sway in the light wind. The seeds blew off and scattered on the winds, being taken away to plant their seed elsewhere. They multiplied so quickly, hundreds and thousands would cover this small area over the next few years. It gave her some sense of purpose, this feeling that one dandelion could do all that--then so could she. She closed her eyes tight, dreaming of the adventures she would have when she figured out where she was going or what she was looking for.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:47 am
Lilina saw a likely glade and thumped earthwards. Someone else was there, but she wasn't going to be a prude and look somewhere else- all she wanted was one or two potion ingredients.
"Hello," she said by way of announcing herself. She didn't wait for a reply and simply began looking around. Thankfully, she found one of the plants she was looking for right away and ducked down to carefully remove the delicate roots.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:26 am
Soren squinted into the distance. It was humid and bright, and the little blips in his head were beginning to pound. He wasn't giving up, though. he had a job to do.
However much he disliked it, he knew his mother was changing into a better person. A loving person, if not a kind person. He knew the terrible pain she had gone through with Yarrow. It ate at him a little that she had looked for Lilina to heal Yarrow and couldn't find her because she had moved in with him.
Brittania wasn't number one on his favourite persons list, but she had moved up from the bottom. She hadn't seen him much, but when she did see him, she smiled at him so warmly... she was pleased to see him... he wished she had been that pleased to see him when he had been a child.
It was no secret that Brittania was trying to find her children. Brittania never seemed to want a lot, so when she made the smallest gesture, the most throwaway comment, even inviting someone frivolous to dinner, was like a cry for help.
She still had no clue about Soren's talent, but Eerinna had spoken to Tundra, who was not their mother's biggest fan either, and Tundra had spoken to him about finding Tasma, who had been missing for months.
Soren liked Tasma. She was kind and cheerful when she wasn't being pushed around. She would play with him when they were younger and fly him around until he got too big. He would let her brush his tail into plaits, regretting she has such a short-haired tail.
Soren wanted to see if Tasma was okay, not only for her sake, and his, but also for Brittania's. He knew parenting was hard. Being a person was also hard, but he didn't think anything in the past had been so bad as to be unforgivable. He felt that, maybe, he could have a relationship with his mother, maybe even his father. He wanted to be able to say proudly that he was the best person he could be, his own true best self, because Lilina deserved no less than the best. He knew Lilina would have loved a family. He would love to give her one. A big one. Where everyone loved each other and didn't think less of a person for not being a certain kind of pony. He thought his family was becoming more like that.
Soren realised he had been walking almost blindly for a few minutes, guided by a strong blip in his mind which, as they approached, seperated into two blips, one stronger than the other and in different directions, but one was closer. The strong blip could be caused by more than one dragon or a group of dragon recessives- maybe a small family together, but he was more interested in the smaller one: Tasma would probably be travelling alone.
"Hey, boys," called Soren. "I have a bead. Let's move this way."
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 12:49 am
Dalila's eyes shot open at the sound of someone nearby. She was on her feet in seconds looking out over tall glass but no one was in sight. Her eyes scanned the waving grass as her boy tensed, "Who's there?"
Someone had to be there. She didn't just hear things...someone was there. The grass was too tall to see far though, "Anyone?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 12:56 am
Lilina stood back up and tapped her precious find with her wand- it vanished. She would rather not submit her plants to the knocks a flight would offer.
"Yes, me," she called out. "Tell me, can you see any plants that look like weeds and smell like peppery musk sticks?"
This last plant was difficult to find as people either tore it up or took it for potpurri, it did have an envigorating scent. It was useful for stabilising potions and allowing them to keep longer.
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