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 Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 3:19 pm
  Introduction Solo
Skull Child
It had been weeks since Lymera had taken a little brown egg under her wing. The original mother had tried to kill her during a hunt in Soudul. Mera had countered by slaying her instead. Of course, she'd felt awful after for the little abandoned egg. No one would be there to take care of it. The pale skull emblazoned on the egg had given her pause, though. Surely, something marked by death like that wouldn't be a good child, anyway... But eventually, her conscience had won out, and she brought her new charge back to her home n Eowyn.
She cared for it like any mother would, careful to give it all the attention it would need, so that the youngster would know it was loved when it hatched. And after giving it as much of her time as she possibly could, her efforts were rewarded. A crack appeared in the egg, and through the tiny opening, Lymera could hear a tiny chirp every now and then. She was sure she was feeling the same excitement all real mothers felt. Her heart was pounding, her breath hitched, she felt butterflies as a tiny nose poked it's way through the shell, releasing a tiny "Peep!" to draw her attention.
The egg flopped over onto its side as the infant pushed on it, making him land on his newly emerged nose. The appendage retreated back into the egg quickly, startled by the sudden pain. Mera wanted to whisper soothing things and assist the little one from his confines, but she knew better. He could do it. Though he seemed to decide that maybe nose-first wasn't best. A clawed appendage poked through the narrow top of the egg. As the youngling clawed at it, the hole grew larger, enough for him to squeeze his tiny body out. Mera smiled as she looked at him. He was a tinted shade of grey with dark red wings and blazing red eyes. About what she expected from an egg from Soudul. She tutted at the tatters that were his wings, wondering if he'd ever fly with them. He chirped as he looked up at her, begging in his way for his first meal. Laughing softly, Lymera indulged him. She tucked him away, safe and secure in the nest before flying off to hunt him his first meal.
When she returned, she found that the young one was not in his nest. She frantically searched for him, trying to listen for his tiny peeps for any idea to where he might be. And then, after much searching, she heard one. Far back into her cave. She ran toward the sound, seeing the hatchling rubbing his head against the ground. She approached him carefully, noy wanting to startle him into a frenzy. As she drew closer, she gasped. The infant was wearing... a skull. A skull he'd probably found in the depths of this cave. "Little one..." She whispered softly, moving to take the thing from him. As she pulled it off, he peeped and whined loudly, desperately trying to reclaim the item.
Lymera could only grimace. It was... disturbing. This skull was from one of their Drakein ancestors, it was dishonorable to parade it around like a trophy. But the lad's incessant cries were enough to warrant the skull's return, as much as Mera was disgusted by it. Such a child, who sought for the head's of the dead... "You're like a little beast." She muttered. But the hatchling didn't seem to mind. He found his way back to the front of the cave, where Mera had left her kill and began tearing into it with his sharp teeth.
Lymera frowned. "I'll call you Carrion." She muttered. "You'll probably like that too." Results: Carrion hatched!
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 10:39 am
Family Solo
Adoption
There was only so much excitement Sam could take for one day. After seeing Mae off, the brown Drakein returned home, ready for a well-deserved rest. Unfortunately, his clan-mates didn't feel the same way... He'd hardly flown into their cavernous home when the sound of bickering caught his attention. Usually, he would do his best to ignore it until it escalated to the point of shouting or full-blown assault. However, this lot already seemed to be at that point... Rather than flying into his own cave, Sam glided down to the open crag to meet four Drakeins sitting about arguing with one another. Three of them were females of his clan, and the other was a traveling male, staying with them for only a short while. Sam wasn't sure of his name (it may have been mentioned before, but the brown Gaili couldn't be bothered to remember it), but he immediately recognized the other three as Nigerey; Crowell's mother, Riskaya; a spunky younger lass full of fire, and Lymera; who'd recently brought a new egg into the clan.
Samael landed in time to hear the end of some harsh words from the male, "I've seen beasts like those before." He said in a warning growl. Sam had no idea what he was referring to, but by his tone, it sounded bad. "They relish in the death and blood of others. None are their family, not even their own mothers. I would never allow such a monstrosity within my clan." The male scoffed, with a glare towards Samael, as if whatever was happening was his fault.
Sam had half a mind to snap back, but Lymera, the young female, whispered first. Samael had to be completely silent and lean close to hear her. "He's just a Keinling..." She said softly, her usual cheery gaze downcast and saddened. "Surely if he grows up amongst kind friends..."
"No!" The male snapped vehemently. "Just look at the little beast now!" He directed his nose up to one of the cliffs, the one where Lymera made her nest. Sam followed his gaze wearily, still a bit uncertain what this argument was about and not entirely sure he should be getting involved. But as his green orbs found the cliff face, he only saw a young Keinling with grey scales and deep red wings. It had the uncanny addition of wearing a skull upon its head. If that wasn't strange enough, the young thing wasn't playing or chirping for attention; he only sat and watched the group below, his head lowered almost sadly (although it was challenging to judge his expression with the skull in the way).
Sam blinked, finally ready to input his two-cents. "What of him?" He scoffed, letting his gaze fall back to the group gathered around at the bottom of the cliff. He still didn't know exactly what the group was arguing about, but if it involved some poor Keinling's well-being, it needed to stop. "He's a bit strange, but still harmless." Judging from the traveling male's tone, he wanted to do something sinister to the poor babe. Sam didn't know, nor did he want to know, what the traveler wanted done to the infant.
Lymera frowned, unconvinced and uncertain. "He's harmless now, I suppose..." She grumbled. "But... Even at this age, he expresses interest in the remains of the dead... I-it's very unsettling..." She stammered. She wasn't particularly eager to meet Sam's gaze.
The brown Drakein stood taller, letting his green orbs wander back up to the lonely Keinling. "What are you planning on doing with him?" Sam demanded tartly, already knowing he wouldn't liek the answer no matter who it came from.
As it turned out, Lymera didn't have the gall to tell him herself, but Nigerey sure did. Sam expected no less. "She wants to leave him out on his own! He'll surely die if we let him wander! The poor thing won't even last until nightfall!" The female declared, fanning her wings in agitation.
Before Sam could agree Riskaya was interrupting. "That's the whole point, isn't it?! We don't need any bloodthirsty, ill-inspired Keinlings to grow up learning our weaknesses, just so he can pick us off when he's ready. I say be rid of him now!"
Sam's answering scowl was dark and fear-inspiring. The small group quieted under his heated glare. "Is that what this is about?" The Drakein hissed, his voice low and venomous. "Your fear of an infant?" Sam had never heard of anything so ridiculously foolish in all his lifetime. "Despite his strangeness, he is one of our own, and we will protect him until he is able to do so himself. If he turns out to be the monster you claim, I will dispatch him myself. Otherwise, he is welcome in my clan as long as he likes."
Without waiting for their response, Sam fanned his wings and flew up to the young Keinling. It backpedaled away from him as quickly as its tiny legs would allow, letting out a small, helpless squeak as Sam approached him. Recognizing fear, the brown Drakein slowed. The poor thing... It seemed it was already feeling tortured by the clan's antics. Sam crouched low, putting his maw and belly against the ground to appear as small as possible as he sidled toward the whimpering infant. "It's alright, little one." He whispered in as soothing a voice as he could manage.
The sound of wing-beats had Sam turning toward the cave entrance. He expected it to be Nigerey to come help him care for the little one. Instead it was Lymera, emerging at the edge of her lair hesitantly. "I've named him Carrion..." She told Sam softly. "And he does come when he's called.
"What an awful name..." Sam muttered. Who would name their child after the reeking flesh of dead and poisoned prey? Still, the brown Drakein received little positive response from the tuts and coos he aimed at the Keinling. With a sigh, Sam resigned himself and called out that horrid name. "Carrion, come here little one." He goaded softly, slinking ever closer.
At hearing the name, the Keinling's whimpers paused, and he looked to Sam in confusion. Slowly, he ambled forward on uncertain claws, leaning into the larger adult to give his muzzle a sniff. The Gaili held perfectly still, not wanting to startle Carrion away before he became too comfortable. The Keinling sniffed curiously and at length before slinking another pace forward to get a better look, then another and another until his tiny claws right sitting right next to Sam's muzzle. Smiling softly, the adult snaked his tongue out to pass across the tip of the youngster's nose.
Carrion squeaked in alarm, bouncing uncertainly for a moment before diving toward Sam's nose playfully. Chuckling fondly, the brown Drakein stood on all fours and faced Lymera. "He'll be safest with me, I think." He told the female, not that she would care very much. Sending her one last disapproving stare, Samael scooped Carrion up in his jaw and flew back toward his own cave.
Needless to say, at first the Keinling was alarmed by his new surroundings. He may not have been with Lymera long, but she was all he knew. Carrion spent the first few days wearily watching Sam from the nest the older Drakein had built for him. He only hesitantly ate whatever was brought to him and didn't even peep as much as Sam would've liked. But as the days progressed, Sam crept an inch closer to the nest each night, until he found himself nestled at Carrion's side. After that feat was accomplished, carrion started to become more interested in play, and he would eagerly pounce on pebbles that Sam would make float for him. Carrion shared his nest, his dinners, and playtime with Sam eagerly. Even the older Gaili had to admit... he was becoming fond of this little bugger. Results: Met Samael.
Words: 1321 (total), 660 (for Carrion)
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 10:41 am
Carrion SaysAdventure with Suluksati and Samael in The Crypt - Done!
Carrion is out exploring with his adoptive father, when he suddenly finds himself being dragged away by Samael to a Crypt full of monsters and treasure!
Hng, it was dark and a little creepy with all those strange creatures running about. Some of them even attacked us... But I knew my father wouldn't let them hurt me! And I got a few new trinkets at the end. That lady that was with us. She seemed okay, if not strange. Results: +2 Firani Dragon Tear, +1 Bottle of Dreams
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 5:53 pm
Learning Solo
While Dad's Away...
Carrion was too young to fully understand the gravity of what was happening when Sam glided away from them. His father had left him in the care of other Drakein before, but only once with Oblivion. Carrion turned to his feathered companion and chirped softly, rustling his wings. He liked Levi. The Diabi was just as Darke and mysterious as he was, and he wasn't completely weirded out by the skull he wore, or his attraction to blood. The young Ayrala felt this dark, red-eyed Alikein understood him in ways no Gaili ever could, but as the Keindred stared up at his companion, Levi's red eyes were cast out over the crags that Sam just vanished behind. He turned his glowing orbs down to the little one with a sigh. "Just you and me now, kid..." He said softly.
Carrion tipped his head at the somberness in the adult's voice, but decided to ignore it. He bounced closer to his companion. "Right! So what are we going to do today? It's not dark or late, so I don't think Dad would mind if we went out..." Carrion hinted slowly. When Oblivion took him out, he got to roll about in whatever creature Levi killed, then go take a bath in a small stream running through the mountains. It was pretty cool! Unlike Sam, Carrion actually enjoyed baths. It was very soothing against his rough skin.
Levi didn't seem particularly impressed by the idea. Sam never physically said it, but the Diabi was pretty sure the ole Gaili didn't particularly enjoy leaving his son with Oblivion. And taking him out and letting him roll in dead things probably wasn't helping, even if he did bathe him afterwards... "I'm not too sure that's a good idea..." Oblivion admitted awkwardly. He was sure Sam would come back, one way or another. He'd probably just want to relax and hear good things. No matter how he returned, he was sure to be exhausted. "Why don't we do something... beneficial for you today. I have a vague idea, but who really knows what you're capable of? It'll be nice to see what you can do." Carrion was still a Keindred, so his magic wasn't fully grown, yet. But at his age it was a good time to start tapping into his powers. Levi could sniff about him and catch the airy scent of an Ayrala beneath all the murky death he carried with him. "C'mon, let's head out!" Levi fanned his wings and leaped from the ledge, diving down into the valley below.
The Keindred blinked and waddled to the edge to see where Levi headed. His own red orbs trailed after the Alikein's movement. He still couldn't fly... His wings were still a bit small, and the tatters only made it worse. But since Levi was just headed down, he could glide after him. He crouched on the edge and fanned his wings before giving his butt a waggle (like Sam did when he flew), and leaping off after Oblivion. He glided a bit shakily, but eventually landed beside his Diabi companion, stumbling forward with his momentum.
Levi fluttered his wings and craned his neck to look down at the young Ayrala. "No one will bother us down here. And this crags form a wind tunnel, so you'll have lots of wind energy to use for yourself." He plodded over to stand beneath a shadowy rock outcropping. "I gain my strength from the darkness, as all Diabis do." One of his dark spires jutted from the ground, the tip edging past the shadows and peeking into the sun, where it wavered slightly. "My powers are not as powerful in the sunlight, though... But you! You have powers over the very air we breathe! And that is an amazing gift. Go ahead and see what you can do."
Carrion couldn't help but straighten himself a bit at the praise. It was such a rare thing for him to receive, despite how hard he tried to earn it from Samael... Still, he'd never really tried to use magic before... He didn't want to let Levi down by not being able to do anything. "I'll try..." Carrion muttered unenthusiastically. He scooted away from his companion. Staring up at the sky between the crags, he thought hard and concentrated and tried to summon a breeze to rustle by him. But nothing happened. Only the average gust blowing through the valley.
Levi chuckled. "Just start small. Wind is unpredictable and unmanageable. Don't think of overtaking it. Reach inside yourself for your magic. Speak to the wind in its own tongue. Simply coerce and direct it to do as you please."
Carrion gazed up at the Diabi stupidly. Speak to the wind? It didn't talk! What was he supposed to do?
"Close your eyes." Levi instructed.
With a groan, Carrion obliged.
"Feel your powers. It's inside of you as well as all around you. If you look in your soul, you will find the very wellspring of your abilities. Tap into it, and you can harness the power of the wind!" Oblivion told him enthusiastically, fanning his wings.
Carrion still wasn't entirely sure he understood. But despite how he felt ridiculous sitting here with his eyes closed waiting for something to happen, he didn't want to disappoint Levi. He felt the wind around him, rustling his wings and tickling against his chest. He sighed. Still not sure how he was to feel the powers inside of him. It was dark behind his lids. He wanted to reach his magic. He thought of all the things he could do if he could only wield it... A flickering light appeared. With his mind, he chased it, but it was evasive. he followed it deeper and deeper into his soul. Who knew how long it took? When he pounced at it, it slipped through his claws. Huffing, Carrion chased it some more. It lead him to a tiny, glassy-looking puddle and disappeared inside.
Was this his magic? There sure wasn't very much of it... He dipped his claws inside... And opened his eyes. He needed only to start small! He parted his jaws and blew a stream out at Oblivion.
Levi chuckled in amusement as the small jet rustled his feathers and blew in his face. "Very good, Carrion." He said in amusement. "Your father will be so proud." He turned and went to sit by the crag. "Practice a bit more. We'll show Samael when he returns." Results: Oblivion teaches him magic!
Words: 1085 (total), 542 (for Carrion)
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 1:39 pm
Family Solo
Homecoming
Sam flew with all deliberate speed back toward his mountainous home. All his new treasures made him even more eager to return and recount his tale; of the Ritual and then his curious finds afterwards. But should he really expose what type of test the Ritual was? Was it really his place to tell them all what taking on the dangerous task was like? Certainly no one had ever given him a play-by-play, and it hadn't hindered his chances. Of course, everyone went in knowing they could potentially die if they failed, so that was a pretty good warning.
The Gaili shook his head. If he could pass any of his wisdom along, then he should. Especially if his son decided he would one day attempt to follow in the footsteps of his father. For Carrion, Sam would have to tell them of his trials. The winds were in his favor and he arrived upon his mountains before the sky was dark. As he flew into his homelands, the sun cast his shadow across the crags, a dark blotch with wings outstretched. He could see curious heads peeking from their lairs, looking up at him and watching him fly toward his own cave. He still held the form of a Drakein.
He landed in the safety of his own home with the sound of his beating wings echoing down his cave. The noise roused Carrion, who was snuggled closely against Levi's feathered side while the Diabi tore rather gruesomely, violently, and (if Sam did say so himself) disgustingly into some type of dead prey animal. Oblivion glanced up in confusion, sucking a strip of meat into his maw. But he didn't stop the young Keindred from darting away from him in glee.
"Dad!" Carrion squealed, skipping over to the Gaili and nuzzling his head against the older Drakein's forearm. Sam had been gone for... well, it had been a long while, it seemed! And Carrion had learned much in his absence. The somber air from when Sam left made it seem like they didn't think he would return... But here he was! All chipper, and bright-eyed and perfectly fine! Carrion could even see that he carried a small sack of what he hoped were treats... But best of all was that he'd actually learned something while his father was away, and he simply couldn't wait to show him!
Levi rose slowly from his dinner, slowly arching down and stretching out his forelimbs, as if he'd been sitting in that position since Sam left. He couldn't help but appreciate the way the Gaili's green eyes landed on him, and Levi flicked his dark feathered tail in amusement. "So, you've returned." The Alikein purred in his deceptively sweet and charming voice. "Doesn't look like you've got much to show for it, unfortunately..." He muttered, looking Samael up and down speculatively. As his gaze landed on Sam's new found treasures, he quirked a brow. "I mean, what is that? A consolation prize?" The Diabi snorted in amusement, especially when Sam's emerald gaze darkened.
"No." Sam scoffed, a touch annoyed by his feathered companion. "I spotted an abandoned caravan on my way home. Since no one was there to claim these gems, I thought I'd do so myself, since I lost the majority of my treasures to the ritual..." Sam retorted, unfurling the pack and arranging the objects in contained neatly within his cavern, with Carrion at his heels curiously.
Levi's glowing gaze softened at the mention of the ritual. Sam almost sounded... put-out. Though there was no way of knowing if it was from the Diabi's teasing or because he'd failed... The clan had had a lot of hopes that Samael would return stronger than ever, but if all he came back with were a few trinkets... Oblivion plodded up to him slowly, pressing his soft, feathered nose against Sam's maw and earning a sharp, surprised intake of air from the Gaili. But Levi just nuzzled him affectionately, because personal space meant very little to him. "At least you've returned. No matter the outcome, there's more time. You can try again. Maybe we can even try together." Levi chortled, amused by the thought. He stepped back from Sam, only to see emerald orbs glittering with mirth.
The Gaili glanced to the ground, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You think I've returned a failure...?" He whispered. Well, that had been the idea. He was pleased to find that he could still bluff a bit, even if he hadn't said much. "I don't think we'll be needing to try the ritual together." Sam told him, turning his green gaze back to the glowing orbs of his companion. He stepped forward, letting his transformation magic swirl around him until he stood on two (slightly shaky) legs. His long platinum hair spilled around his shoulders, ending about where his tail appeared from his backside. He glanced down and noticed the golden markings along his forearm for the first time, nearly identical to the ones on his Drakein body. He flexed his fingers, still somewhat awed by himself before looking to Levi again, a tiny smile on his face.
Carrion squealed in surprise, rearing on his hind legs as his father changed before his eyes. No one had really explained to him what Sam was going off to do. Just that he'd come back... different. And different he was. The young Ayrala leaned in precariously to sniff at the Gaili's midsection. "You're..."
"More smokin' than a Firani!" Levi chuckled, looking the Drakeinian over appreciatively. Samael made a sexy enough Drakein, with his unique markings and horns, not to mention his obvious-enough power in the Cave of Dragons. But seeing him as a Drakeinian made him that much saucier. He'd know Sam was strong before, but this success put him right up there with the best. Somewhere Levi had yet to follow. "I think even the two-leggers would deem you sexy! They like their men to have all these hard planes and such." He hummed, pressing his muzzle to his older companion's chest.
Sam snorted in amusement, stepping away from the silky feel of Levi's feathers. "What do you know of two-leggers?" He scoffed, fighting the heat he felt coming to his face from the blatant praise and admiration from the Diabi. He'd thought he looked... pretty good, but nothing that would get anyone... steamy. He glanced down to see Carrion poking his tongue out and shaking his head in childish disgust. Adults talking about adult things. Gross! The youngster went to closely inspect the treasures Sam had returned with.
Levi's gaze went down pointedly. "I know they don't walk around nude, but that may just be a personal preference type of deal for them..." He snickered as Sam's tanned hand shot out to cover himself, like nudity was something he thought of and abhorred on a regular basis. Oblivion's tail twitched and he set a slow pace to circle around the Gaili Drakeinian. His glowing crimson orbs roamed over his backside, while Sam glared over his shoulder. "I don't think it would be terribly strange if I let you ride me, like the two-leggers ride their poor Bonded slaves."
Sam had the suspicion it wasn't the same type of riding at all. "My young child is still in the room." The Gaili uttered, sending his feathered companion a frosty glare. Besides, Levi was... was a guy. No matter how pretty he was or how soft his feathers felt against his scales. He spared a glance to Carrion, his small Ayrala adopted son.
Thankfully, the Keindred was still oblivious, looking over the paper talismans and dragon tears Sam had returned with. "So, are any of these for me?" He questioned, turning his red orbs on Sam.
The Gaili only smiled at him. "Mayhaps when you're old enough to use them."
"Great!" Carrion chirped, bouncing a bit. Now time for his news! "Levi taught me some great things while you were away!" While Oblivion proudly puffed his chest up, Sam scowled. What could the Alikein possibly have taught him? "He taught me to use my magic! And how to hunt a bit, and we stayed up all night, and he gave me baths. Baths, Daddy!" Samael didn't much care for baths, despite how Carrion told him they soothed his skin.
The Gaili blinked in surprise. Carrion was actually... taking to Levi pretty well. Yes, he'd had his reservations of leaving his young charge alone with this Diabi that he didn't know that well, but Carrion was alive and well, and actually excited about something. Sam spared a glance to Oblivion, who only shrugged at him. The Keindred seemed to like this guy, and Samael couldn't deny that Levi had his moments... Sam still didn't like that smoldering look the Diabi used to inspect him, but he supposed he should be flattered by it. "So you... You really took care of my kid while I was away, huh?" Sam whispered softly. He glanced up to see Levi's smirk, and the Gaili scoffed. "Hmph! Whatever! Maybe I can just trust you to babysit more often!"
Levi only grinned. "As you wish." One step at a time. But he was ever closer to winning this powerful Drakeinian's affections. Results: Witnessed some strange adult behavior...
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 8:49 am
Carrion SaysVS 2 Kiandri and 1 Firani with Oblivion in Hunting With a Little One - Done!
With Carrion's dad still away, Oblivion decides to take his young charge out hunting for real dragons! Their initial ambush is a success, but it looks like another foe is watching them in turn...
I was excited to get out and see them! I'd never seen a dragon before, and now I've seen three! They were so much bigger than we are. I think Levi only managed to kill them because they were surprised... And then that Firani came after me. There wasn't much I could do about it, but luckily Levi didn't let me get hurt. He's so strong and brave! I hope I can take 'em down liek he does! Results: +2 Kiandri Dragon Souls, +1 Firani Dragon Soul
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:56 am
Family Solo
Presents
Sam felt new vigor as the mountains he called his home loomed into view. He'd been away for so long and found that he was actually very eager to see a certain someone... And the quicker he flew, the sooner he could see that Diabi again! But something nagged at the back of his mind. He'd been away for weeks with no contact... They could've been worried for him... What if they were actually angry when they saw him again. Samael paused. Wasn't it customary to bring small presents back from a long trip? Maybe that would help quell their anger. But what should he bring them? Levi would be offended if it was food... And he didn't have time to pick up either of his cave mates anything from their homeland of Soudul...
A tiny cluster of green caught his eye right at the edge of the mountain, and within that cluster, something sparkled. Oblivion was a sucker for pretty things, and as he drifted closer, he realized it was round like a ball. Maybe Carrion could play with it! Sam smiled softly as he floated to the ground to inspect the small plants. The leaves were big, thick, and green, uncommon for his desert home. They made a nest around three small, glittering orbs. The Gaili was instantly mesmerized. They were like large white pearls, with splashes of bright color. Two of them had red designs, and the other, a faded purple.
It was kind of a lucky break, but these would be perfect! He carefully collected the three orbs and quickly returned to the air, brimming with new excitement. It didn't take Sam long after that to reach his home. The sun was still hanging overhead, so he shouldn't have been surprised to see his two roommates snoozing near the back of the cave. He couldn't help but smile at their positions. Carrion's small grey body was tucked up close to Levi's side, while the Diabi was splayed about like a dead bird, wings fanned at seemingly awkward angles. Somehow, the young Keindred managed to tuck himself beneath one.
It would almost be a shame to ruin this adorable sight. But Sam was too worked up just let them sleep peacefully. He set the orbs on the ground and shifted back to his Drakein form. He tried to be silent as he padded toward them, but his long claws clicked loudly against the cave floor. Neither of the sleeping Keins seemed to notice, though. Sam crept forward until his paws were right at Oblivion's head. He crouched down slowly, carefully, close enough that his breath gently rustled the Diabi's neck feathers. Sam brushed his maw along the Alikein's snout softly, whispering "Oblivion..." on a quiet breath.
The Diabi felt a soft wind rustling his feathers. The sounds of night birds chirped softly in the background. This was his home continent of Soudul, where a comfortable darkness always settled. The Alikein yawned softly and glanced down. Beneath his black feathered wing, another Drakein lay curled against him, sleeping soundly. Levi smiled fondly, and leaned his nose down to brush against the top of Samael's head. The Gaili was slow to rouse, and as he turned his maw up to blink sleepily at Levi, he only uttered out a tired, "Oblivion..."
Levi woke abruptly with a quiet gasp. He whipped his head around to face the intruder in his home, only to see a certain Gaili's soft green eyes. Oblivion stared up at him with dumbfounded surprise, his glowing red orbs widening as far as they possibly could. And then he was on all fours, slamming his head against Sam's in a violently affectionate nuzzle. "You're home!" He purred in delight, continuing to rub the side of his face against the other Drakein's, as well as along his neck.
Samael allowed himself to bask in the very obvious affection, even returning it by pressing against the Diabi and releasing pleased hums of his own. Oblivion didn't call him on it, despite the Alikein's surprise. Instead the Diabi pulled away slowly, excitement brimming in his ruby orbs. It seemed the long time apart had done their... relationship some good! Oblivion beamed openly. He was about to comment on how happy he was that they were finally reunited when Sam bypassed him and went to crouch near little Carrion. The crow Drakein refused to admit that he was disappointed that Sam wanted to wake the youngling, and kept his mouth shut.
"Carrion. Carrion, I've brought you a present." Sam cooed softly, tenderly nudging the Keindred's skull.
Bleary red eyes opened slowly. The youngling could tell that it hadn't been long since the warmth from Levi's feathers had left him. Just long enough to bring a chill across his scales. He grinned and bounced to his feet instantly, though, as Sam's words reached him. "Dad!" He chirped, his small wings fluttering in excitement as he bounced over to greet Samael, eagerly trying to leap high enough to bump him under the chin.
The Gaili chuckled and leaned down just enough for the top of the Keindred's skull to just barely brush the underside of his maw. Carrion then proceeded to squeal in glee and run excited circles around Sam. He'd been starting to think the Drakein who'd adopted him would never return. Ever. So to see him and Levi standing side by side now was all the present he needed. ...Although, he certainly wouldn't turn down a real present, either. "So, you brought me something?" He asked in delight.
Samael could hardly hide his amusement. "Yep, a present for both of you. Well, all of us, I suppose!" He amended cheerfully, pleased at the way Levi perked up in curiosity as he was included. Sam plodded over to where he'd left the little orbs, followed closely by his two companions. He sat in front of them, delicately nudging them forward for his roommates to see. "Aren't they lovely?" The Gaili asked in quiet awe.
The other two shared a skeptical look at the strange plant-like present Sam had set before them. They were weird, that was for sure, and they glistened softly in the dim sunlight entering the cave. But lovely? They were just tiny orbs... But Levi didn't want to ruin the good graces he found himself in, so he pawed one of the little treasures - one that was spotted with red - toward him and looked it over. "It's very nice." He agreed with a nod, hoping he hadn't waited too long to respond. But Samael only sent him a pleased smile.
Carrion, on the other hand, had no reservations of politeness. Besides being round and shiny, this orb seemed to be useless. With a tiny frown, he swatted at one that appeared identical to the one Levi had chosen. It was plucked from its nest with a tiny 'pop!' and rolled across the floor. When Carrion looked closer, he noticed a tiny crack, and gasped in surprise. Oh, crud. He'd already broken it! He glanced up to see if Sam had noticed, but the big Gaili wasn't paying too much attention...
So Carrion trotted after the little orb and rolled it over for inspection. It was so thin-looking... Like glass. He gave it another nudge and the crack spread. The Keindred squeaked in surprise and backed a few paces away from it. Then, of its own accord, the orb quivered, and a new crack formed. The young Ayrala's eyes were practically bulging at this point, as a tiny white face with redish accents appeared from the orb. "Dad!" Carrion yelped in alarm, bounding over to tuck himself between Sam's front legs.
The Gaili looked up in confusion, only to spot a small creature flopping from the orb with no amount of grace. It crawled from its confinement and spread its wings before giving them a few flaps. It shook its head, then turned to face the three stunned Keins before it. It chirped quietly, then waddled nearer.
Sam wasn't sure if he should be weary or just in awe. It couldn't be too dangerous... It was only an infant, after all... Plus... It kind of looked like a miniature Drakein. Maybe they were distant family somehow! Another noise near his hindclaws caught his attention, and he glanced down to see the orb that hadn't been chosen by Carrion or Levi quivering and cracking.
"They're eggs!" Oblivion said in awe, as his too began to move and crack. Levi's hatchling was extremely similar to Carrion's in coloration, though not in temperament, it seemed. It had more of a 'ruff' than a chirp, and as Carrion's pet draw nearer to them, it let out a warning screech and beat its wings furiously. It danced around Levi's paws, squawking at anything that drew too near. It was not appeased until Levi scooped it up in his maw. It quickly slunk from between his teeth and perched on his head. The Alikein was instantly in love. "I like 'em." He announced.
So Sam turned his attention to what he was officially claiming as his egg. The one decorated in a quaint purple. The little beast that hatched from it was a shade of greyish-blue, with purple wings. It looked around blearily, but made no sound. When it's eyes landed on Sam, he was pretty sure it smiled at him and shuffled closer. As it pressed against his hind leg, it purred, and then slipped up his leg to his back, and danced up his spine to his shoulders. She draped around his neck, slipping her long tail about him lie a necklace. Samael chuckled in amusement.
Carrion found that he was still weary of the tiny creature. He growled at it whenever it came too close, and swatted at it when it didn't heed his warnings. The Keindred kept moving around the cave in an effort to get the tiny dragon to stop following him. But it didn't. After a while, it learned to keep its distance, though there was obvious sadness hanging around it. Carrion didn't care. If it was a dragon, then it would soon be big enough to eat him, anyway...
Sam looked around at his family and the strange young creatures that now accompanied them. "We should probably consider finding out what they like to eat." He advised with a chuckle. Results: Dad returned home with a new pet for Carrion!
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 2:33 pm
Carrion SaysVS 11 Vispiri Queen and 1 'Ancient' Gaili with Detraeus and Samael in The Poison Cliffs - Ongoing
Despite his dad's deep desire for a nap, Carrion bursts out of their cave with Sam in tow to go traipsing through their mountainous home. They run into a young Oblivionite during their travels.
Carrion's thoughts. Results: +1 Gaili Dragon Orb, +9 Royal Venom
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 11:41 am
Learning Solo
Airborne
Carrion sighed in annoyance as he plodded around in the back of his cave. Sam was off partaking in an evening hunt, leaving the young Ayrala alone with just the tiny Fae dragon, Reckle for company. Unfortunately, Reckle wasn't really a friend Carrion wanted to keep. She was strange and different, and absolutely nothing good could come of a tiny dragon like her that was found unhatched out in the wild. Especially the way she watched him. With her red-rimmed, pale orbs following his movements. She'd learned to keep a fair distance away, lest she receive a painful swat from Carrion's claws, but that didn't mean she was ever very far from him.
Reckle was currently perched on a nearby rock, sitting up straight and tall, like she was keeping watch over him. Carrion found it annoying, and he sent her a warning hiss to mind her own business as he trotted closer to the back. Sam was gone, and he had nothing better to do... Why not a bit of flying practice? He'd be sure to stay in the cave and not tumble out like he did last time... It seemed like most youngsters his age had already picked the skill up, despite Carrion being certain that his Ayrala heritage would give him an edge! Oh well... Maybe it was simply because he didn't practice as he should.
He crouched near the back of the cave, wing muscles tight and at the ready before launching himself forward, beating his small wings wildly and frantically. He jumped and fanned them desperately. For a moment, he glided, then smashed against the ground, sliding across the smooth floor toward the mouth of his cave. He rose with a grunt and shook himself out, then tried again, this time facing the back of his cave, only to have the same result...
It continued on for a while. Carrion didn't want to give up at least until his dad returned... Of course, his bruises and scrapes made him hope that was soon... What was worse, was that he didn't seem to be getting any better. Not closer, or anything! Just the same result over and over again... He trudged to his starting point with a scowl. A glance to the side revealed that Reckle was no longer on her rock. She now sat on the ground, staring at him, and rustling her wings. Carrion ignored her and went about his business: crouching, running, fanning, falling.
Rackle made a high sound and hopped a bit closer. Not in swatting range, mind you. She fanned her wings high and flapped them slowly, rising briefly from the ground before letting herself fall again. She peeped softly.
Carrion stared at her. Was she... was she trying to show him...? They obviously weren't the same species, though! Surely her flying methods were different than his! He huffed and tried it his way once more, to no avail.
Reckle adamantly hopped after him and chirped a little louder. She leaned near to the ground, obviously displayed how she angled and adjusted her wings, took a few steps, then kicked into the air. She weaved and glided for a few moments before landing.
The little Ayrala puffed out his chest in annoyance. How dare she think she could teach him?! But... she was actually flying... Not just crashing about like Carrion was... She hopped a bit closer as he crouched and angled his wings. He turned to glare at her, and he was pretty sure she... nodded at him. Maybe he'd smacked the ground one too many times... Oh well. Here goes everything! He mimicked her style as best he could, managing to glide for a few seconds from his jump. But he figured if he tried to beat his wings, he'd fall again. He turned to look at Reckle, after landing. She stood on her back legs and flapped her wings in what Carrion expected might be encouragement.
he tried again, this time managing to rise a bit before gliding out of it. he grinned to himself. Maybe... maybe he finally was getting it...? He tried again, and again, and again, rising higher and higher and landing without smashing his face into the floor each time. When Sam finally returned the first thing Carrion could say (in a high-pitched squeal, mind you) was, "I've done it! I can fly!" Results: Learns to fly from Reckle!
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:47 pm
Carrion SaysThe Lonely Explorer - Done!
Deciding to do a bit of adventuring without Sam or Levi at his heels, Carrion heads of into the great unknown. He stumbles upon a valley with small, fuzzy creatures in it...
I've not ever seen anything so fluffy and buttery before in my entire life. Just feeling that soft ruff of fur against my nose... I knew I had to have it! ...Whatever it was. Unfortunately, it tried to fight me. Not very well, of course... I ended up slaying it. I guess the little beasts are just as squishy as they look. This isn't the end, though! Results: Taming failed.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 1:39 pm
Carrion SaysMace vs Scale - Done!
Carrion is as impatient and eager as ever, actually finding a way to force Sam from his cave and take a long-promised trip to Ayr! They run into a couple powerful two-leggers.
I thought Ayr would be great. It is the home of most other Ayralas, after all! But it wasn't. It was horrid. This terrible two-legger woman jumped from the sky and attacked my Da with no warning. We didn't even do anything to her or her mate or anything. I always kinda thought two-leggers were interesting. But not these guys. They were just cruel. Results: Met Kadryn.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 1:42 pm
Carrion SaysVS 20 Aedaun with Samael in The Grand Serenian Chronicles - Done!
After the tiring tussle in Ayr, Sam decides to take his son off to another new place: Serenia. Carrion is a fully grown Nekkora now, so why shouldn't he be up for a little adventure? There's much to do and explore there, safely away from the freezing snows of Ayr.
We spent a lot of time on Ayr, and I did a lot of thinking for myself... While we were battling all those dragons, I started to feel like maybe I should creep out from under my father's wing. After all this training, I think I'm strong enough to handle much on my own. I told Sam that I'd be going my own way soon. There still must be so much out there for me to see! And if it gets lonely? Well, I've never been one to travel in a group, anyway. Results: +1000 EXP, +20 LUK, +20 Aedaun Dragon Orb
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 9:24 am
Carrion SaysWatch the Skies - Done!
Carrion and Sam depart from Serenia and head back to Ayr, where a magnificent star shower is about to happen! Plenty of people have gathered to watch the event.
It could've been a really neat display, if it was just me and my Da out there. But it wasn't. We ran into that blue woman that beat him in the head, and wasn't even sorry about it. For some reason, that doesn't bug my Da. He watched the show with her, and ate her suspicious food and everything. I still don't want a thing to do with her. At least her mate wasn't there, I guess. Results: Watched the star show with his Da.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 9:25 am
Carrion SaysFriendly Pluff - Done!
Carrion returns from Ayr with no place to go. Since he can't return home, he decides to nap on the beach. When he awakes, he find an uruu has nested next to him!
Oh, man! I couldn't believe one of these little guys ran into me so easily! I was asleep when it happened... Maybe if I'd woken up sooner it would've stayed... I had to go find it something to eat! But it must be a particularly impatient uruu. It was gone when I returned! It's saddening, but I bet it'll find me again. It just needed to find a snack. Yeah, that's right! Results: Taming failed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 10:18 am
Carrion SaysVS 10 Firani with Jijiko in The Dragon Ruins of Old Eowyn - Ongoing
While wondering alone through the canyons of Eowyn, Carrion stumbled upon a few interesting things: an excitable Gaili Orakovan named Jijiko and ancient ruins full of magic and wonder!
Carrion's thoughts. Results: +150 EXP, +10 Firani Dragon Orb
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