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 Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:28 pm
Aiko Khadroma
Khadroma Clan Head / The Storm Wind
Current form : True
Current Outfit : Black Kosode, Hakama, Geta, Red Obi, Engraved Kiseru
The birds greeted him with sharp bursts of song, gliding close enough to brush feather and scale as they danced through the clouds. Aiko herself had at some point reverted to her full true form, the black feathers invisible save for the brushes of lightning that swept through them. She turned on one wing, drifting back up as another bolt flicked from one wing tip to the next and back into the clouds.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:33 pm
Santis rose through the center of the column of his fellow flyers, then swooped up and into the group, separating himself from any large cluster, but adopting the pattern that had been formed by the group.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 1:06 pm
Aiko Khadroma
Khadroma Clan Head / The Storm Wind
Current form : True
Current Outfit : Black Kosode, Hakama, Geta, Red Obi, Engraved Kiseru
The birds continued to whistle, although the snatches of song were starting to take more of a shape. To the casual onlooker it appeared that the song was shaping the storm into its twists and curves. Each and every one of the clan knew that it was illusion only. For this flight, their bodies, their voices, and even what could be called their soul was given to the wind of the storm, shaped by the powerful force that they alone knew how to seduce. Aiko had fallen back slightly, brushing across the belly of the storm.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 1:15 pm
Santis continued swirling around and around with the clan, half tempted to begin sending a cascade of flames to rain down throughout the mountain range. His excitement was beginning to build and he was having trouble restraining his true form. During this time, he swooped over to the center of the dance, waiting for the lighting to strike.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:03 am
Aiko Khadroma
Khadroma Clan Head / The Storm Wind
Current form : True
Current Outfit : Black Kosode, Hakama, Geta, Red Obi, Engraved Kiseru
Aiko shifted, no longer truly paying attention. Instead she let the flow of the music carry her, drifting and spiraling like the wind itself. Her feathers were starting to glow, the lightning dancing under them to the point where it was nearly visible. The rest of the clan was following suit, and song shifting and melding until it was unclear who was the lead, the wind or the singer. A handful of younger birds had taken to the center, dancing through the circles of calling lightning. They were young yet to truly be trying, but they still dared each other to push the limits more and more. Lightning crackled in the clouds, a good natured warning.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 12:48 pm
As the birds began to swirl about, the dragon broke from the spiral and drifted into the center of the mass, and he just... hovered there, his head upright and body flowing around him, he floated as some dragons do, as if he were treading water. His ebony scales shining with each flash of lighting.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 12:10 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 12:15 am
The old dragon returned to his fortress and assembled his men. He had decided to leave most of the veterans at the citadel to act as guards, but would bring all of his other soldiers with him on this ever important journey. The men were assembled, and began marching (or flying) in formation, their black armor, made from santis himself, shimmering like a sea of ebony, as if a damn had broken, and the black river it once retained began to pour forth. In the center of this mass, the ebony mountain walked, the ground shaking beneath him. Santis was finally allowed to be in his dragon form.
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