☾ —— 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 (closed)

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ᴛᴀɢs: ᴏᴘᴇɴ
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As a dragon rider in the capital Io tended, quite literally, not to fit. It was very difficult to practice dragon riding when there were so many buildings and people in the way. Of course, she could fly above the buildings but the fall was a long one and Feroz had clearly rolled out of the wrong side of bed. He had probably been dreaming about flying into battle with a real warrior on his back and had then woken to see her instead. Usually, Io would ride out to the open spaces outside the capital but her mother had insisted it was too dangerous with the ongoing war between their kind and the mørklox. "Io Brie, you are staying within the walls of the capital where you are safe." Io scowled at the thought, the warring races were hardly going to encroach upon Nyban soil and attack her.
So, instead of riding out in the open Io was sat on the edge of a fountain in the centre of a square with Feroz taking up a great deal of space coiled around her. Io was grateful for his lack of legs and wings as they certainly wouldn't fit. She held a notebook in one hand containing simple words followed by long, confusing mishmashes of letters.
"Stop." Io said in dragon-tongue, a complex spew of hissing and clicking which felt like it would scrape her throat raw. She felt approval radiate from Feroz, a rarity though perhaps more common that it was a month ago, and grinned.
"Go." This time her word was received by an annoyed huff, sending a plume of smoke into the air. "Sorry." She said sheepishly before repeating the word again, better this time and Feroz dipped his head, signalling her pronunciation was correct. Io was quite pleased with this. She'd been working hard learning simple words in dragon-tongue: stop and go, left and right, up and down, yes and no. She had also learnt how to say Feroz in dragon-tongue, a feat of which she was very proud as the name was long and complicated.

[Moomin Valley]

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╚ Onyx Blackwood
╚ Female // 21
╚ Questioning // Single
╚ Mørklox
╚ Captital // Open
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Onyx the Mørklox who lived with the miner she considered her father was getting ready to go out and get supplies "Onyx do you have everything?" The pale dark-haired miner asked "I think so" Onyx said. Onyx walked up to his dad. the actual one feet height difference was now very clear. The miner was small but very muscular, your typical Mørklox. Onyx on the other hand you could barely tell that she was Mørklox, Onyx herself had theorized that she had some Helio mixed into her blood but she didn't know and if she had any say in it she wouldn't talk to her biological parents ever again in her entire life. The miner dusted of and fixed Onyx's armor "Be careful" He said "Of course" Onyx said and smiled warmly. "I'll be back by night" she added and hanged her bag over her shoulder. She gave her father a warm hug and then straightened her back "Bye" She said warmly and started walking.

She walked into a different part of the cave system where the very large white dragon Jørmungandr was sleeping softly. Onyx clicked her tongue and the giant dragon awoke. She said his name in dragon's tongue and the dragon let out a happy clicking sound. Onyx walked up to the dragon and placed her hand on the white scales that shifted aside to let Onyx scratch him. She happily complied and gave the big dragon a good scratch and the dragon gave out another round of happy clicking. She clicked her fingers and the giant beast lowered his head to let Onyx get on. She climbed up on the massive dragon and tapped her heels against Gandr's sides an that made a sound that made the giant dragon started walking. Once they hit a crossing she tapped her right heel to Gandr's side and he turned right.

After some maneuvering Onyx and Gandr where out of the caves and they took of into the sky flying up high above to avoid the battle field. Gandr swirled around for a bit to stretch himself out before following Onyx's order to head towards the capital. Once they got close they descended to prove that they weren't hostile. After a lot of explanations and a lot of wrangling and a lot of mentions of connections she was let through the gate at the rule that Gandr would stay outside. Onyx reluctantly agreed because she needed to get supplies. They moment she stepped into the city all eyes where on her because of her armor that was obviously made by a Mørklox's hand. Onyx didn't really pay them any notice as this usually happened back home due to her height. Instead her intrest was drawn to the dragons flying in the sky making her long to be a proper dragon rider and her mind wen't a drift

[SunnyJustice]

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CILAN

Male ☀ Helios ☀ Senegal's Rider
Tagged: Wisteria

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That lunch was absolutely delicious. Cilan just hoped he didn't fall asleep at the watchtower because of his full stomach. He placed a hand on his stuffed stomach as his dragon, Senegal, carried him on her back through the village streets. She kept making low cluck cluck noises of mild disappointment to scold him. Usually Cilan would protest and try to justify his gluttony, but this time he'd gone too far and ate everything on his plate.
Now, normally that wouldn't be an issue. But these neighbors were incredibly generous. They didn't want to serve Cilan any less than they served the mother of the family. Said mother, Cassia Jin, was a towering, broad-shouldered Helios with arms thicker than Cilan's legs. And these neighbors provided Cilan with equal portions as literal Mama Bear.
At first, he thought his stomach would explode. He felt better now. Of course, this had taught him a lesson for next time. Or maybe not... their food was pretty darn good.

The neighbors had started this tradition since Cilan returned to the village. "It won't do for a growing boy to survive on fruits," Andenken, the father, had fussed over him. Senegal had noticed Andenken's worry and brought him a ripe grapefruit. This seemed to prove his point, so the family pretty much adopted Cilan as their own.
The boy still preferred to sleep in the old stone stable with his dragon mother, though. Senegal's feathers were far more warm and snuggly than any bed. Sometimes the family would bring him inside if the weather turned nasty, but mostly the weather was mild. And Cilan wasn't scared of some rumbly old storm. He liked the rain, especially when his hair would turn into a disaster and spike up in all sorts of wacky angles. Cilan loved to get his hair all ridiculous and jumpscare the kids of Cassia and Anden. Poor little Cashew fell out of his chair once.

Cilan burst out laughing when he remembered the look on that guy's face. Senegal made a rising churrrrup? noise, as if asking what was up with him.
"Remembered neighbor's boy. Funny face," he told her in dragon tongue. Being raised by Senegal had given him an accent. He was fine when he spoke regular human languages, but his dragon tongue sounded ridiculous. The normally harsh hissing and clicking sounded like soft warbles and chirps in his case. He wondered if the Clematis family's dragons laughed at him sometimes.
Ah, maybe not... the Nyban were so nice and their dragons were probably equally nice. Cilan had to be grateful for the peaceful elves who accommodated his race in this land. Honestly, they were more like angels than elves. Their ivory blonde hair had probably evolved from halos somewhere down the line.

"Are we there yet?" He asked once they'd long left the village. The trek to the watchtower was slightly downhill, as it slanted towards the river. Cilan could get there in fifteen minutes if he ran. Of course, it wouldn't do his stomach justice to run right now.
Cluck cluck. Be patient. Although Senegal didn't speak human words, the context and tone were enough. Cilan huffed out of mock annoyance and nestled further into her fuzzy down. He wasn't sure if he dozed off or not. It was hard to keep track of time while buried in warm feathers.

A brisk warble jolted him to attention. As he rose from the feathers, Cilan let out a loud yawn, which immediately embarrassed him as he realized someone else was already here. A Nyban in all her glory, pointed elf ears and all. Oh, no! I've made a fool of myself. I'm gonna look like a total slacker now. No, gotta think positive! On your feet!
Cilan scrambled off from Senegal's back and tried to salute. He ended up falling onto his butt and looking incredibly goofy. His legs had fallen asleep during the ride. How could a Nyban count on a Helios guardian who could barely even stand up? Ugh, I'm a mess! This was not at all dignified.
"Uhh whoops! Forgive me for my insolence, ma'am-" He started, then realized who he was freaking out about.
"Oh! Wisteria. What a relief." Cilan collapsed backwards in the grass and let out a barking laugh. "Sorry for interrupting your grass-braiding there. Ah, hey cut that out!"
Chirrup churrr?
Cilan shook his head and ducked away from his dragon, who was attempting to preen his hair. That meant his hair was a huge ridiculous disaster. While it was funny to scare his Helios neighbors' kids with, it was not how Cilan wanted to appear before a Nyban. This made it all the more fortunate it was someone he knew. Wisteria was highly respected in the village- she was basically responsible for her entire family of seven. Cilan would often ask to help on the farm by tilling dirt or something like that. They deserved better than a royal fool like Cilan, but it was the best he could do.
"I've come because I want to take up badass guard duties. I'll just be up in the watchtower, if that's okay," He said with a grin, trying not to laugh as he could still hear Senegal softly cooing over his hair. This was the issue of having a dragon as basically an adoptive mother figure.

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(OOC: Xia and I discussed Cilan and Wisteria being buddies and having like the best inside jokes ever. XD
If you've changed your mind Xia, let me know and I'll edit this post.)

[honeybee.]

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After spotting the location of the sun in the sky Io drew her bag towards herself. Unlike some of the more extravagant and colourful bags seen carried by the well-off in the capital her's was a simple satchel made of soft brown cloth, a dragon-rider's bag, albeit an expensive one. Out of it she pulled a sandwich for herself and for Feroz a fine cut of meat from the butchers. She tossed this in the air allowing Feroz to torch it before catching it in his mouth. As they ate her dragon allowed Io to run her hand over his feathers ,they were smooth and cool to the touch, this affection was a privilege which she'd only ever be allowed via bribery.

After eating Io decided to test her command words out in flight. "We'll stay close to the ground." She said aloud, though this was more to herself. Feroz possiblewould know what she wanted anyway. She climbed carefully onto her dragon's snakelike body ,close to his head, and gripped using her knees whilst burying her hands amongst his feathers, not grabbing of course - Feroz would scorch her if she'd pulled any of his feathers out. "Go." She said in dragon-tongue and Feroz slithered off into the streets, slowly at first, manouvering carefully around anyone in the way. Whenever they came to a point where there was a choice of directions Io would give a command in dragon-tongue. Gradually Feroz was speeding up and they reached another junction. "Left..No, I mean right." Uh-oh, she'd botched the translations and now she was in for it. Feroz huffed as he turned right and Io spotted a girl in the street in front of them who appeared to be gazing up at the proper dragon-riders. Instead of going round her like Io was expecting Feroz waited until she was a couple of metres away and shot straight up. The unprepared Io slid straight off, landing on her back slightly winded. Nearly immediately she jumped back up, "You could have warned me!" She yelled at her dragon, between gasps to catch her breath. Feroz snorted fire out of his nose in his version of a laugh and settled on the roof of a building, out of her reach. "You evil worm! Maybe if you were actually helpful you could end up with a skilled rider!"
Io glanced over to the girl who had been witness to her incompetence. A mørklox. An anomalously tall one but a mørklox all the same. Her first thought was "Ugh, how dare they have attacked my homeland just because they're jealous of our lands fertility. They're evil!" Her second thought was "Don't be such a Luxen, Io! You can't judge an entire race by the actions of few."
So, Io approached the girl in armour. "I apologize for that display." She said a little sheepishly, "My dragon seems to think the best way to learn is through public humiliation and injury. I'm Io."
Io held out a hand for the girl to shake and waited expectantly for her name.

[Moomin Valley]

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╚ Onyx Blackwood
╚ Female // 21
╚ Questioning // Single
╚ Mørklox
╚ Captital // Lo
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Onyx grabbed the strap of her bag her eyes on the sky, she then saw a beautiful dragon with a female rider on it's back. She followed the beautiful purple dragon with her gaze and watched as it darted up into the sky "Woah" She said softly to herself. She then realized that the rider had slid of she pulled a concerned face for a second. Then her face returned to her resting face that didn't look quite friendly "The display was quite beautiful" Onyx said "Despite the falling of part" She added. She looked confused at her hand and searched her mind for what she was supposed to do. After a few awkward seconds she remember her father telling her you are supposed to shake hands when you meet someone new and say your name.

She grabbed the girls hand and shook it a bit to violently and for a bit too long "My name is Onyx" She said "I'm a dragon myself, but as a hobby mostly can't really do much more." Onyx said and tightened her ponytail. Her dark hair curled naturally, it was very messy and was full of dust from the mines. Her hands where also covered in dust and coal. She adjusted her armor slightly to make things more comfortable.

[honeybee.]

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ᴛᴀɢs: ᴏɴʏx
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Io noted that the girl was definitely not from the capital, only visiting. She hesitated too long before shaking her hand and shook it violently enough to make it ache, not that she let on. Generally people in Vidreterra probably didnt shake hands every time they met someone new but Io had grown up meeting important people with her parents and so hand shaking had become instinctive. She also noted that shaking hands with this girl had left faint traces of coal dust on her hands though she made no attempt to wipe it off. This was firstly because it would be incredibly rude and secondly because she was dusty anyway, she had just been thrown to the floor after all. "Onyx."She repeated, lodging the name in her memory,"And thanks." This was in response to her comment about the display being beautiful, "We were just practicing commands."
Io grinned when Onyx mentioned that she also rode a dragon, "I bet yours is better behaved than mine. I'm awful at dragon-tongue and I confused the words for left and right. That's why Feroz tipped me off."At this Feroz slid his head down to inspect Onyx, clicking in greeting. He enjoyed pretending to be a sweet angel to everyone apart from Io. "So, where is your dragon? It's actually probably better that he isn't here, you should see some of the looks I get from people for taking up all the space."

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╚ Onyx Blackwood
╚ Female // 21
╚ Questioning // Single
╚ Mørklox
╚ Captital // Lo
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Onyx nodded in confirmation to her repetition of her name. Onyx had only had minimal interactions in her life being raised in mines, and there she knew everyone so meeting someone of a different race and culture was practically completely foreign to her. When the beautiful dragon approached she smiled warmly "Hello" She said in dragon tongue to the beautiful dragon then turned her attention back to the girl and gave a nod "My dragon Jørmungandr is blind, so for us it's a game of trust and repetition to link certain sounds with certain actions." She said "I thought myself some dragon tongue for his sake" She said "I'm used to the stares, I would've brought him if I could but considering the war they can't just let a Mørklox in with her 1377ft long dragon" she said "He is probably just outside the gate terrifying anyone that passes" she added "Or he found some small nook where he can roll up" she said a bit in thought "Also I shou inform you that if I'm on any ones side in this war it's your's, I'm part of a rebellion with my father. That is the only reason they let me in here" She said not wanting to come of as a hostile since she didn't come here looking for a fight.

[meetpluto]

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞
↦femaleII18 ↦nyban&luxen ↦armee's rider ↦Southern watchtower village ↦tagged: open

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Evangeline awoke with a fright and the cold sweat of fear rolling down her back. Nightmares had started plaguing her especially with the war becoming an event. She sighed thinking about the people who were already lost with this war and it saddens her thinking of all the lives of people gone. She felt Armen move under her making his face shown, he arched his head in question to her as she said, "Just nightmares...again."

She stood up making Armen move his tail that always encircled them to give her more protection within their sleep. She stretched out her aching body as she figured she would go to the village that was near the southern watch tower. She needed food, which from the thought made her stomach grumble in anger. Armen laid his head back down ready to go back to sleep as Eva said, "Wake up lazy bones. It is time to go."

He groaned flipping over to show her his backside but the action made the cave shake. Eva laughed as she walked over to his body throwing her tiny body against it as she said, "Come on. If we leave now, we can come back before sundown." Armen's head lifted looking at her diligently as she nodded giving him her sweet smile as she said, "Come on. Get up, I will get ready and wait outside." She walked away going to her bag of items, ever since she had lost her parents she had moved so much she never had too much to carry. She pulled out a clean pair of clothes donning them as she grabbed her bag and left the cave. She saw Armen waiting for her outside the cave, she smiled as she ran over to the beautiful black dragon. Armen knelt his head down giving her a place to sit as she did so. She secured herself on her dragon holding onto the horns of Armen as he shot up into the air. He kept on going until he was in the clouds away from anyone's gaze as they flew through the air making their way to the village.

Eva smiled feeling the cold air hit her face making her cheeks red as they moved through the clouds. She could feel small droplets her face as they moved along, it wasn't far to get to the village as Armen began his descent but the ride was worth it for Eva. She always loved riding Armen, he knew how to get around most of the kingdom easily and sneakily but also he was fast. She looked down seeing the village as Armen landed near it but far enough not to be seen. She got off his back petting his head as she said, "Wait here."

She began walking toward the village before looking back to see Armen find a spot under the trees concealing his body as best as he could. She turned back toward the village seeing the small village swarming with life. Since the war some of the villages were dead but this one was still bustling with life. Eva walked through the crowd trying not to hit anyone along the way.

[passione]

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female ● twenty-one ● nyban ● western watchtower● xyris' rider ● tagged - cilan


“xyris, here, boy!” Wisteria called to the sky. since it wasn’t anywhere near dark yet, the wyvern would be easy to find. xyris had pretty sensitive ears for a wyvern as well, meaning recognizing wisteria’s voice wouldn’t be a problem, especially when she was out here alone next to the watchtower. she could only hear the breeze whistle amongst the long grass.

a distant clicking followed by the rumble of air resistance sounded, but wisteria laid still. xyris would find her. he always did.

wisteria found that the dragon tongue sounded off, though. it didn’t belong to xyris— but it was familiar. “cilan, hey!” she greeted her friend and his dragon, senegal. “grass-braiding? really? we love nature, but not to the extent that—” the nyban had to stop to laugh at senegal’s mothering. yes, cilan’s hair was ridiculous, but a dragon as a hairdresser? classic comedy. “— not to the extent that we’d take up a new profession such as hairdressing, much like senegal over here.”

the heat of a wyvern’s breath tickled wisteria’s neck just then, as xyris tramped up behind her, giving his rider a friendly click. “hello, xyris,” she smiled.

“ah, i haven’t said hello to senegal properly yet. come here, you.” the nyban promptly skipped over to the feathery animal, trying her best to wrap her arms around her neck in a hug. wisteria almost got lost in the fur again, both mentally and physically. it’s hard to let go when you’re hugging a fluffy dragon. that’s a fact you can’t deny.

“anyway, sure! go right ahead!” she turned back to cilan. “the ladders are pretty old though, but knowing you, everything will be just fine. be careful! i’m gonna go take xyris for a ride in a bit if you’d like to join me! but for now…”

wisteria headed over to xyris who caught the look in his rider’s eye. xyris shifted himself upright and craned his neck toward the watchtower, allowing wisteria to run up his tail and the length of his body. after freeing her feet from her boots, she began scaling the wyvern’s neck.

“race you to the top!”

[Morta]

Shay // 24 y/o // Panro // Capital // Amashki // tags: Amashki
Shay knelt on the ground silently, pressing her fingers into the dirt just at the base of a sprouting lavender plant. Both hands now in the dirt and cupped around the shallow roots, Shay lifted upwards, sending dirt tumbling on to her brown working pants and to the ground. She paused, a gentle smile gracing her dirty face.
" You lack both stealth and grace, my friend, " she rumbled in dragon tongue. She glanced to her side, where Amashki had approached. Gently dusting excess dirt off of the roots of the lavender sprout, she picked up the woven bag beside her and carefully placed it inside. She stood, leaving the bag at her feet as she turned to Amashki. She was surprised he hadn't said anything. As soon as she saw him, she burst out laughing. A deep chortle that rocked her whole body and already had the dragon frowning. Amashki was covered with small purple and white flowers. Garden Phlox. This easily explained why he had disappeared for the last couple of hours. The stems had been intricately woven into almost a rope-like thickness around his chest, horns, tail, and legs. He didn't look amused.
" I love them with all my heart, I really do. But i'm never doing that again, " Ami huffed, a growl-like laugh rumbling deeply in his chest.
" Bah! " Shay scoffed, smirking as she tapped him on the nose softly. " You say that every time Ami. Admit it, you're growing soft, " she called out to him - in English - as he began to walk away. He padded only a few feet away before plopping down on to the grass with a loud thump. She walked up to him, plucking a string off flowers off his horn and tossing it to the ground.
" Don't get all frowny with me, mister. Now lets get these off of you. As much as id love to preserve this lovely work, we need to go into town to get some supplies. Ill have to finish gathering herbs and such tonight before sundown. Now help me get them off your legs. " Shay began tugging the flowers off his horns and face first, before slowly moving across his large back and tail.
After nearly twenty minutes, all of the flowers had been removed. Shay reached down and picked up a bundle of the rope-like strands, pressing her thumb against it roughly. It didnt budge. " These are beautifully made. Maybe we'll keep them to decorate the med-den, " she added with a yawn. Ami let out a soft chirrup, quickly gaining her attention. Of course. She had to grab his gear if they were to ride into town.

Wasting no more time, Shay and Ami quickly returned home. The market was busiest right around this time of day, so going there now wasnt ideal, but she needed supplies so it really couldnt be avoided. Shay had a nice chunk of land, as well as a little farm to occupy it. So when she usually went into town, she traded away a variety of goat dairy products as well as eggs and small herbal remedies. She often traded these things for necessities, such as spices, wool, ice, blankets, baskets, and more. And on rare occasion, she even bought chickens and goats.
She filled her wool bag to the brim with milk, cheese, butter, and eggs before gently placing the strap in Ami's mouth. Since Shay carried her herbal remedies on her person, she didnt always have enough space to carry goods herself. Luckily, Ami seemed eager to help her, as he generally recieved a treat when he did. So now he helped carry goods to and from town whenever they went. And in return, he was allowed to freely hunt on Shay's property whenever he pleased.
Heaving herself on to Ami's back, she layed her pack of medicine on her lap and situated herself on the wyverns back.
" Onwards, " she clicked in dragon-tongue. In one large whoosh, Ami swept his wings upwards and took flight, careful not to jostle the bag in his jaws too much as he did so.
Shay relaxed as they flew upwards into the sky. She adored the view. She leaned forward, slowly drifting off as the beat of Ami's wings began to lull her to sleep. Drifting in and out of sleep, Shay didnt even notice that Amashki had passed right over the nearby village. It wasnt until over an hour later that she was jostled awake by his landing. She had rested enough during their journey to stay fully awake until nightfall. She hopped off his back, careful not to break any bottles in her bag. As she looked around, she cursed loudly in dragon-tongue.
The string of sudden hisses and clicks made Ami's eyes widen. However, he didnt even look mildly ashamed. He had been wanting to go to the capital for quite some time now. He had only been there once, and he found the experience to be magical. Plus, Shay would be able to get better goods in the capital compared to the small village near their home. Just at a steeper price.
He lumbered behind her as she made her way towards the entrance, ignoring the soft wool bag still nestled between his teeth swaying back and forth ever so slightly. Shay didnt look happy. She hadnt said a word since she noticed they were in the capital.
" We'll have to stay overnight. I cant believe you brought me here Ami. You know how much I dislike the capital. We'll do our trading tonight and leave at sunrise. If you wish to come into town with me, you cant pull anymore tricks. "
Ami simply chirruped in return. He should've known she would react this way. They hadnt been to the capital in years. The last time had been... chaos to say the least. After that, he followed her silently towards the entrance, nuzzling her shoulder gently as a quick apology. She stroked his neck gently. She forgave him. She just wasnt ready to speak yet. He didnt argue. He couldnt even begin to understand her pain.

He didnt know what he'd do if he was brought to the place his mother had died.

I apologize for the messy/rushed post. I shouldnt have written this so late. I decided to have them in the capital so early on just because I figured it would be easier to interact with other players a bit. Hopefully my writing will be a bit better when im not half asleep xD //