Post by drybrid on Jun 8, 2006 10:52:52 GMT -5
1. Drybrid! Dragonhybrid! Siki! Sikisaur! Pick'n'choose.
2. Well, fantasy and animals, mainly. But I'm open to most anything, I'll try something new.
3. My limits are endless.
4. I've been at this game for a few years.
5. You'll have to make do with a novel. I'll admit to being rusty at this [roleplaying] since I've left off it for a while, but this is what I an be like. It's from my RPG, and with my dragon, Amethystite.
It was vastly more interesting eavesdropping on the chicks than being with them – and that was largely to do with the fact that Ame hadn’t expected it to be. You don’t press your ear to the door of toddlers…
"DY DY DY DY ELLO! KEE KEE KEE ELLO, ELLO, ELLO, ELLO, EEEELLLLLLOOOOOOOOO!”
… for exactly that reason.
It seemed that Volo had decided, for whatever unfathomable reasons, to break her silence. Whether or not this was a good thing was wholly in doubt; Dyre, the infamous cave ringer, had seemed to follow her example… and it wasn’t likely that if the albino chose to speak that Dyre, her unlikely lapdog, wouldn’t. Of course, he had already broken his own silence; Volo’s speech was likely to spurn more. Ame pitied Nare and Kyrei’s eardrums. So much.
"Whut'z up? Nuffin'z dere, Dyre."
Ame grinned, her sky blue teeth glistening in the sun, and decided to wait some more before entering. Had she not, she would not have glanced upwards [away from the volcano] and glimpsed, with her suddenly greedy, eager eyes, that glint of purple: that miniscule gem that caught the sun and reflected the light into the Jewel dragon’s hungry eyes.
Had it been of any other colour, she may have thought once about it. As it was, she hadn’t needed to think at all; of all the species Ame knew, the Jewel was the ultimate hoarder, the one who was glutton for treasure. It was this instinct, and utter lust, that drove nearly all thought from the purple dragon’s mind and the dragon herself from the side of the volcano. Her wings snapped open, and she swooped upon what she had glimpsed like darkness for a dying rabbit; whatever was in possession of that which Ame so desired would have seen a rather ominous sight indeed, should they had cared to look up.
It took her seconds to regain control. She was within moments of returning to Zankternyx, but chose not to continue; she was not by nature a creature in possession of the type of curiosity that gets you into trouble: more the curiosity that gets you information. This, however, was a primal urge that she had not been able to indulge in for so long that, momentarily, she simply needed to. She was like an artist who had, for a long time, removed herself from her paints; she simply needed to be reminded of what she loved.
The Reality understood, which was a remarkable and notable thing, though few but the dragon herself could appreciate it. It allowed Ame this one pleasure; the eagles would not have noticed anything, but an extra eye placed itself in that cave. However unempathetic the Reality was, it understood this.
Ame regained her senses, and dived to the ground. It was probably impossible for her to have not been seen by now, though hopefully anything past what she sought had realistic eyesight, and saw her form as nothing more than odd rays of sunlight. Though, of course, she did not know that what she sought was living, and very absorbed in a meal.
Ame had stopped on the top of the valley, and now, as she had watched the zebra, she gently moved to its edge. Her eyesight, which had blessed her with focus enough to spot that pinprick of purple, was again a blessing; far below her, though no more than a few seconds dive away for a beast of her size, was a creature of which she had never seen before; that, in itself, was amazing. Ame, truly in possession of her thoughts, was able to determine what had attracted her and why.
Amethyst.
That was both what and why.
The larger-than-a-wolf, half bird, half feline thing was devouring a fawn… Ame could see the worried herd scamper off and out of Gyklith. Had she not been on a high, she may have been angry; it was dangerous to travel too far out of Urgaik for food, and another local food source had been driven away.
Her narrow blue eyes returned to the observation of the thing. It was winged, it was purple… in Ame’s eyes, it was magnificent. Purple! Had fashion been part of her vocabulary, she would have praised the being on it. She grinned, and re-shuffled her wings in a contented, eager sort of way. She knew she had to communicate with this thing; turning around now was unthinkable.
“Pretty foreigner! What a beautiful taste in colour you have!” she crooned in the Common Tongue. She was to keep herself concealed; it was a very high chance that even the bravest of beasts could not keep courage faced with such creatures as dragons. She ducked back into the blindspot of the valley, wishing that she had been on the other side of the valley; she would have been able to hide in the trees then. As it was, she would have to wait for a reply… hopefully the trespasser’s sense wouldn’t bring it to use whatever flight capabilities it owned to find Ame, who waited, her vast heart beating excitedly.
2. Well, fantasy and animals, mainly. But I'm open to most anything, I'll try something new.
3. My limits are endless.
4. I've been at this game for a few years.
5. You'll have to make do with a novel. I'll admit to being rusty at this [roleplaying] since I've left off it for a while, but this is what I an be like. It's from my RPG, and with my dragon, Amethystite.
It was vastly more interesting eavesdropping on the chicks than being with them – and that was largely to do with the fact that Ame hadn’t expected it to be. You don’t press your ear to the door of toddlers…
"DY DY DY DY ELLO! KEE KEE KEE ELLO, ELLO, ELLO, ELLO, EEEELLLLLLOOOOOOOOO!”
… for exactly that reason.
It seemed that Volo had decided, for whatever unfathomable reasons, to break her silence. Whether or not this was a good thing was wholly in doubt; Dyre, the infamous cave ringer, had seemed to follow her example… and it wasn’t likely that if the albino chose to speak that Dyre, her unlikely lapdog, wouldn’t. Of course, he had already broken his own silence; Volo’s speech was likely to spurn more. Ame pitied Nare and Kyrei’s eardrums. So much.
"Whut'z up? Nuffin'z dere, Dyre."
Ame grinned, her sky blue teeth glistening in the sun, and decided to wait some more before entering. Had she not, she would not have glanced upwards [away from the volcano] and glimpsed, with her suddenly greedy, eager eyes, that glint of purple: that miniscule gem that caught the sun and reflected the light into the Jewel dragon’s hungry eyes.
Had it been of any other colour, she may have thought once about it. As it was, she hadn’t needed to think at all; of all the species Ame knew, the Jewel was the ultimate hoarder, the one who was glutton for treasure. It was this instinct, and utter lust, that drove nearly all thought from the purple dragon’s mind and the dragon herself from the side of the volcano. Her wings snapped open, and she swooped upon what she had glimpsed like darkness for a dying rabbit; whatever was in possession of that which Ame so desired would have seen a rather ominous sight indeed, should they had cared to look up.
It took her seconds to regain control. She was within moments of returning to Zankternyx, but chose not to continue; she was not by nature a creature in possession of the type of curiosity that gets you into trouble: more the curiosity that gets you information. This, however, was a primal urge that she had not been able to indulge in for so long that, momentarily, she simply needed to. She was like an artist who had, for a long time, removed herself from her paints; she simply needed to be reminded of what she loved.
The Reality understood, which was a remarkable and notable thing, though few but the dragon herself could appreciate it. It allowed Ame this one pleasure; the eagles would not have noticed anything, but an extra eye placed itself in that cave. However unempathetic the Reality was, it understood this.
Ame regained her senses, and dived to the ground. It was probably impossible for her to have not been seen by now, though hopefully anything past what she sought had realistic eyesight, and saw her form as nothing more than odd rays of sunlight. Though, of course, she did not know that what she sought was living, and very absorbed in a meal.
Ame had stopped on the top of the valley, and now, as she had watched the zebra, she gently moved to its edge. Her eyesight, which had blessed her with focus enough to spot that pinprick of purple, was again a blessing; far below her, though no more than a few seconds dive away for a beast of her size, was a creature of which she had never seen before; that, in itself, was amazing. Ame, truly in possession of her thoughts, was able to determine what had attracted her and why.
Amethyst.
That was both what and why.
The larger-than-a-wolf, half bird, half feline thing was devouring a fawn… Ame could see the worried herd scamper off and out of Gyklith. Had she not been on a high, she may have been angry; it was dangerous to travel too far out of Urgaik for food, and another local food source had been driven away.
Her narrow blue eyes returned to the observation of the thing. It was winged, it was purple… in Ame’s eyes, it was magnificent. Purple! Had fashion been part of her vocabulary, she would have praised the being on it. She grinned, and re-shuffled her wings in a contented, eager sort of way. She knew she had to communicate with this thing; turning around now was unthinkable.
“Pretty foreigner! What a beautiful taste in colour you have!” she crooned in the Common Tongue. She was to keep herself concealed; it was a very high chance that even the bravest of beasts could not keep courage faced with such creatures as dragons. She ducked back into the blindspot of the valley, wishing that she had been on the other side of the valley; she would have been able to hide in the trees then. As it was, she would have to wait for a reply… hopefully the trespasser’s sense wouldn’t bring it to use whatever flight capabilities it owned to find Ame, who waited, her vast heart beating excitedly.
