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 Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:37 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 4:36 pm
A third summon, a third task. Viae felt... not resigned, per say. She was not upset that she had walked to the Shrine once again. This meeting had been... pleasant. Far more so than the other two. Viae had smiled, felt.. relaxed. Awkward. Unused to someone speaking so... sweetly to her. But.
She'd enjoyed the cookie the goddess had made.
"How about experiencing what love feels like? Love, joy, happiness, despair, hatred, they are all important emotions!"
She'd been rooted to the spot the moment the goddess spoke the word love. An alien concept to her, but one that made her chest ache. Like when her heart had been ripped out.
The goddess' enthusiasm had spread, and Viae found herself relenting into smiles and--had it really been?--laughter. She'd walked with head held surprisingly high through the gate. What... emotions would she make?
.......
"Should I be surprised at anything at this point?" she mused to herself, running a clawed hand carefully over the table. Her bare feet crunched awkwardly in the white stuff on the ground, but her attention was riveted to the bottles on the table. The pink one made her smile, feeling lighter just by looking at it. Happy. The blue, with its sensation of sadness, of waiting for... something...
"Always seeking, never found," Viae muttered, unsure of what exactly spurred on the thought. Perhaps it was part of that whole, 'Blessing of Longing' thing. Maybe she just... longed for... well. Happiness might be one of those things, she thought to herself, shooting a look to the pink liquid. As she picked up the blue and knocked back the drink, per written command, she was distinctly aware of how it was her own actions that seemed to keep denying her that sense of joy.
Be it the drink, or the product of that singular thought, Viae felt her nerves rattle, body tense as unease took hold. Something teased the edge of her mind, something she grappled for but might as well have been grasping water. The table turned and warped while she was wrapped in her thoughts, and slowly she took in the fact food was standing before her.
Rather... um.... well.
She'd rather the goddess' cookies again.
Furthest away, towards where she began to circle the table, smoking chocolate sat. Waiting. Cackling--or so she felt it might, had it the ability. Or perhaps it'd bite her. She used her claws to break the chocolate part, lifting a chunk to eye level, watching the smoke. After a moment, she popped the piece into her mouth, letting the desert melt into her tongue, down her throat. As it slipped into her body, she felt a weight begin to weigh on her heart. Emotions flickered, rattled, hissed and moaned in her system. Too rapid to pin-point, too... conflicting to even gauge the source.
Another trial? More tests?
At least she could get another drink before she dunked into the rat's nest of emotions now spiraling around in her head. Without hesitation, she reached for the brown and red cup. The fit was awkward in her hand, and the design was... bad. Just plain bad. But she was more concerned with the contents, rather than the packaging.
......
She was apparently going to need to learn a lesson about putting strange things in her mouth.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:40 pm
She'd never seen so much... water!
It'd rained for days.
No one went outside, not without risking their ink being washed from their scales. A weird sight. Everyone looked so much smaller without the ink. Idiots. It's what they got for puffing themselves up so much with it! They added so much of their body size with just ink.
Not her though. No.
She was too young to do it.
She didn't want to do it. The adults lied about what they were. Looked so big and huge and deadly.... when really they were so much smaller.
Still deadly though.
But not nearly as bulky.
Her tail twitched, lashing this way and that. Long, slender, too long for her body--it looked more proportionate on an adult, all covered in their lies--it cracked like a whip behind her. Young wings flexed and burned to soar. Purple irises, the slit pupils shoving the color into slender accents to collect as much light as possible, stared out from within the cave mouth. Water rolled down the opening, past her feet. Ink slithered into the water, forming dark pools beneath her that reflected everything in iridescent detail. Including how her maw warped in a smirk, how wild her eyes looked as she let her wings unfurl.
It was her first rain. The first time the young dragon had ever glimpsed the strange phenomenon of water falling from the skies. It was a strikingly rare event where the clan nested. She knew the adults were alarmed by the amount of water, afraid of water hurting their hoards and the archives. But her?
She just wanted to prove how silly the adults were! Hiding from water... weak!
Agsilved's claws dug into the rock for a moment before she threw herself into the air, wings slamming through the air with immense force. Lifting her. Rising her up.
The drops splattered against her slender covering of ink. More and more buffeted her, dark fat drips falling down into the rocks below her as she rose into the nearly black sky. It was day, yet no ounce of sun pierced the clouds. Thick, dark, grey. She stared up at them, turning and losing herself into the expanse of a single color. The rocks below almost looked to be the same color as the sky. It was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.
Agsilved laughed. Her ink dribbled away, falling into the air, to the ground, without a care on her part. She felt cold as the water struck bare scales, marveled at the feel of water sliding over her body. It was like ink, yet lighter. Different. Weird. Fun!
The hatchling twisted and coiled in the sky, slender, flexible body performing acrobatics with ease and delight. The adults were afraid of this? Stupid idiots! This was fun! They were just too old and stuffed up in their pages to realize it!
Her laughter was drowned out. A roar through the sky--from the clouds?--startled her. Her wings buckled under the pressure the roar vibrated through her, and the tiny dragon ducked down. Spiraled down. Away from the sound.
Thunder!
A grin, one not accented or exaggerated or masked by the cover of ink she usually wore, split across her scaly face. So that was thunder!
Her landing on the rocks wasn't her most grateful, caught up in the marvel of what she'd just felt rocketing through her bones up there in the sky. The sharp edges lacerated her legs, making her wince, but telling herself to push past it. They weren't serious. They'd be covered over soon, stop hurting.
Agsilved paraded around the rocks, laughing as she climbed, galloped, skipped across the familiar terrain. She never spotted the dark trail behind her, so quickly washed away by the rain.
She never saw how the dark liquid started with her. Ran down her legs, past her claws. Out of her.
Water got into the cuts. More black liquid came with the water as it ran down, ran out.
She only paused when she began to notice how heavy her heart felt, how her breaths were shallow and hard to keep. She felt dizzy. Was it the thunder? Her eyes swayed side to side. Something caught them, and she looked down.
Black ran freely from her legs. Her cuts. Black scales were slick with rain and black. Black. Black.
Ink.
Her wings were heavy. They crumpled, falling against her back. Too much weight. The ink ran in rivers from her.
She'd noticed it too late.
She didn't have her cover of ink to block up the injuries. Join into her body to replenish what she was losing in startling amounts.
Ink did not clot. It did not scab over. Not without assistance. Not without quantity.
Black on black, her vision swam. Stumbled. More pain in her side--a rock sliced her shoulder. More black. Agsilved fell to her belly, head heavy. Heart heavy. Sluggish. Hurt. Pain. Cold.
She was so cold.
The rain fell, pellets against her body. Shaking body. Cold body. Emptying body.
... s i l ...
.... g s i l v ...
"Agsilved."
Her lids hurt to open. She felt something warm against her side. A pressure. Pain. But dull.
"Agsilved. Wake up. Come."
More pressure. Something being forced into the wound at her shoulder. More into her legs. Something smelt good. Parchment. Dried flowers and berries--for paint, always for paint--and a glimpse of sunrise met her eyes.
Pink. Warm. Kind.
S c a r e d . . . ?
"Mon... a h...." The dragon tongue slipped from hers like a gurgle.
"Kiir, kos mul. Kos mul." A snarl, and Agsilved felt her body tremble. "Morah!"
Be strong. Focus!
The words ran through her head. The sunrise was angry. With her?
Fangs glided over her back and wings, and a maw wrapped around her. Lifted her. She knew the scent. Felt the great, powerful wings massacre the air. Lifting them. Both. Through the rain. Through the cold.
Ink slid over a tongue, so warm against her shoulder. Warmth slid in. Into her wound.
Agsilved shivered, curling herself as best she could past the fangs and against the warmth.
Hahnulosaak...
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Viae shuttered, taking deep, shattering gasps of air. Greedy. Disturbed by what she'd thought of--remembered, she leaned heavy against the table.
Her mother had to use her own ink to feed it into her body. Her mother had saved her when her ink--her essence--was being washed away.
Shuttering anew, she dropped the cup that held the liquid. A liquid.
Ink did not meld with water.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:40 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Gold Description: Crystal clear rain. Youthful arrogance and false infallibility. The rush of wind and thunder roaring. Pain. Exhaustion. Your commentary on its flavour: He's only taken a sip, but he can already see the mistake in the tea owner's actions. But Linswo keeps sipping, drinking in the owner's overconfidence and recklessness. He admits it's hard to listen to one's elders, but too often they are right. He supposes it's a child's duty to prove the elders right over and over. Admittedly, Linswo agrees that the feel of flying is spectacular, but thunder and falling? Not so much. It's difficult for him to see the water wash away the ink, but when he does he knows. So reckless.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 7:16 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: A dark gold Description: Curious and fun, with an lingering aftertaste that is less pleasant. Your commentary on its flavour: The memory, like the tea, began nicely enough. Rhryse wondered, too, why the others didn’t like the rain. Surely it was of no danger? Did they know something the little one did not? Perhaps. Rhryse had to smile, though, when the little one played in the rain. Joy and fun were good emotion. The sight of ink, life for this creature?, leaking out filled her with fear though. It hadn’t been a good idea, it did not seem as though it had been worth the fun.
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