Rider's Generation(CLOSED)

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(Accepted. I'll update the front later when I have a computer.

We can start.)

[The BadWolf]

{Okay I'm just going to make a generic post}

Harvey stretched awkwardly, placing his parchment down. He'd been absent-mindedly drawing with ink for a couple of hours now. With a groan, he stood and shook out his limbs. "Ouch," The man muttered, even though it didn't really hurt. His dragon, Zar'roc, had been off hunting when he'd started drawing. Now, the dragon was lazily playing with a leaf. He was curled up a few feet from Harvey, making his body as compact as he could to fit in the small clearing, yet he still was awkwardly stretched between two rather thick trees, his wings tucked in a way that made his movements limited, and his head and paws were the only things that could move freely; his neck jutted farther out of the trees he way laying between, his legs and paws began were the trees ended.
Harvey?Zar'roc voiced his thoughts suddenly, looking up from the leaf. When shall we begin to head back? My wings are rather numb. Not waiting for an answer, he shuffled his paws pack, before shaking his body a little and finally standing. The trees' branches made sickening snapping sounds as his broad shoulders forced their way through the weak twigs. Oops,Said Zar'roc, his head lost in the thick leaves. He stepped forward, letting out a huge yawn. I believe that now is the time.

[CorvusSchnee]

A young(well, compared to some) elf sat on a riverbank, a fishing pole in his hand and a relaxed expression on his face. He was handsome, even by elven standards, and had locks that seemed to shimmer like silver coins in the sun. The fishing pole he held seemed to be fashioned out of a rough wood, and that it had. For the elf was by no means new to the wild. Twenty years. Twenty years had passed since he and his only companion had come here, out to the Spine. Out to the one place he could live in peaceful solitude. That was the choice Ladrengilon had made, and he had not been alone in making it. Ladrengilon, how fares your fishing today? Out from the trees came a majestic white dragon, her(for that was what the voice in his head sounded like) body slim and well-suited for life in the Spine. "Maela, one must have patience when they are fishing. If you are quiet, you may just catch the big one." As if to prove Ladrengilon correct, a tug came at the pole in his hands. This was no small tug either, and he found this as soon as he pulled in the fish. It was quite large, large enough to provide a good meal to Ladrengilon. Maela never needed to worry about that, sticking to hunting down deer and other widl beasts that she hungered for. Twenty years. That was how long they'd been living like this. Twenty years of peace, away from the hustle and bustle of society.

[qwill.]

Username:
{msgranger
Name:
Sarene Meithos
Appearance {because I don't have a good picture ^^;}:
Sarene is tall and lanky, but lean from years of training. She has long blonde hair that is usually braided to keep out of the way. Just like any elf, Sarene is very beautiful. She has moon-silver eyes that are like pools of liquid starlight, and her pale skin makes her seem like a goddess transcended from the heavens. She is slight of frame, with slender hands, and favors a dagger over a full sword due to her extreme agility.
Age:
90 (appears to be around 21)
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Neutral Rider
Race:
Elf
Personality:
Sarene is extremely intelligent, but also a very good natural leader. She is quiet and modest, but sometimes lets her wit get ini the way of forming true relationships with others. She has an incredibly strong bond with with Cairyn and doesn't really know how to talk to regular people, seeing as she spends most of her time alone. She is comfortably shy, but is not afraid to speak her mind. She just doesn't really like to argue with others.
Dragon:
Cairyn
Cairyn is a male dragon, who couldn't be more different from his rider. He is brash, and doesn't always thing before speaking, even when talking to Sarene. They balance each other out nicely, however, and make a strong team. Cairyn is very protective of his rider, almost getting jealous when she's with another.
Other:
Nasuada ;3

Username:
{msgranger
Name:
Atren (Ren) Teod
Appearance {again, because I don't have a good picture ^^;}:
Ren commands attention when he walks into a room. He is tall and well muscled, with tan skin and brown hair that falls over soft blue eyes. He has a scar running across his jaw from a training accident, but he wears it proudly, and refuses to use it as a mask.
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Captain
Race:
Human
Personality:
Ren can come off as extremely self-centered. He has a big head, and can be very aloof. He doesn't like to be wrong (but often is) and he doesn't really think before speaking. Ren is not incredibly nice, but he does his best to be a good captain. He has always been a good leader, and very charismatic, but his one-on-one skills were never the best.
Dragon:
Ailla
Ailla is a young female dragon with all of her master's spunk and then some. She is still growing into her strength, but she is also wise for her age. She learns every day with Ren and together, they make a great team. Ailla can be very sarcastic and full of a sort of dry wit that can come off as arrogance, but really it's just her humor. Her and Ren get along stunningly, and wouldn't make a better dragon with anyone else.
Other:
Sorry it took a few days ^^;

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Sardonyx Crimson & Nazaroth

I believe that we should consider actually living in Gil'ead. Sardonyx stated as they soared over The Spine, leaving their home in Teirm. Nazaroth tilted his head, glancing over in the direction of his Rider.

Oh? And why is that? He replied, turning his head straight as he gave another mighty flap of his slightly tattered wings. The flight had been smooth so far. No unexpected storm had delayed their flight, and they hadn't met any hostile strangers. Sardonyx was just beginning to grow agitated at all of the flying back-and-forth. However short a distance, the flight between towns just seemed to drag on and on.

I just feel that we could be doing so much more in this time. Sardonyx replied, growing anxious as Lake Isenstar came into view.

Fair point. We should mull this over a little more. The dragon began his descent, dipping into a not-so-steep dive.

[qwill.]

Sarene Meithos//above the spine//quietly conversing
Sarene could smell the crisp air. It didn't just feel different and beautiful, but it also felt strange, like a new start. The wind bit her cheeks and clouds rushed by as Cairyn soared over trees and brush, feeling almost as at peace with the world as Sarene did. Both dragon and rider seemed to unite, vision blurring together as their minds melded to one. It was a favorite pastime of Sarene's; the absolute denial of responsibility felt strange after years of training, but the pressure was too much at the academy. Sarene had been poised to take a top spot in the Rider's Cavalry, was briefly engaged to be married back home in Ellesméra, and top in her class at the academy. And then she had run away.
You didn't run away, my dear, spoke Cairyn calmly. You decided to live a life of your own. You are a free spirit.
Ah, but it still feels wrong. It feels like I have been exiled, Sarene responded sadly, trying not to think of her past life. She was alone now. Isn't that what you've always wanted? she thought bitterly to herself. Teijorn hadn't wanted that. Her fiancé. But to be honest, Sarene had never truly loved him. It was just a political merger. She needed freedom, as a young woman, and as a rider. It had always just...called to her. Cairyn and Sarene dipped slowly down to a small river to stop for a drink and brief respite. Cairyn, where are we going? she wondered, running her hand through the cool water.
I was thinking Gil'ead, 'Ene. I think it's time you paid old friends a visit, the dragon responded cooly, his eyes sparkling. He always knew exactly what to say, even if Sarene didn't like it. You've been sulking for far too long.

Ren Teod//Gil'ead//training
Ren figured that in order to be the best, you had to maintain a standard. If practicing sword-fighting in the early morning hours was what it took to maintain his image, then he would do so. He soared around the Cavalry's arena, his burnished ruby sword a blaze of flame in the cool morning air. Ailla, bank right, he thought, wanting to catch some of the practice dummies as he swooped by.
You do realize that this is all intuition. You don't have to tell me every time you want to turn, I just know, the dragon snapped indignantly. All of this early morning training made her quite sassy.
I realize this, but we do need to practice! We're going to the academy today, remember? Ren and Ailla landed softly on the ground, heading towards the water bench. Ren sheathed his sword and poured some water over his head, warm from activity despite the breeze. I'm talking to some of the students about the Rider's Cavalry. We need recruits.
I see, said Ailla, lashing her tail. And why is that, exactly?
Ailla, we always need recruits. Do you realize how short on staff we are? They looked around to an arena that should be teeming with soldiers training and laughing alongside their dragons. The dismembered head of a practice dummy rolled across the dusty floor. Perhaps we can talk some sense into Sardonyx's students.

[narwhallama]

Lilla- Gil'ead
Lilla gingerly approached the building where Alagaesia's dragon eggs were kept with a feeling of immense trepidation. his was her birthday gift for herself, and she could become a Rider! She entered the building and made her way towards a lilac and yellow egg and laid a trembling hand upon it.

[The BadWolf]

Zar'roc stood unmoving beside Harvey,waiting. The man mounted the dragon, slipping his feet into the stirrups on the saddle and holding onto the grip on the saddle. He would have gripped one of Zar'roc's spines, but they were currently long, thick feathers. Harvey didn't want to rip them out. Once everything was secure, Harvey spoke. "Let's-" he began, but didn't get much further into his sentance, for his dragon had already leapt into the air. His voice was cut off and he had to clamp his mouth shut to stop the shocked yell he so badly wanted to let out. Zar'roc was higher than the trees when he suddenly snapped his wings to his side, like he would whilst on the ground. He moved into a nose down position, falling so quickly that Harvey could barely see what was going on. As suddenly as he had folded his wings, Zar'roc snapped them open. He beat them once, twice, three times, and sailed back into the air.
Zar'roc? Asked Harvey weakly.
Yes? The dragon responded, loosing a yawn from his open jaw.
Please warn me next time you do that. The response was blunt. A loud, coughing growl came from deep in the dragon's throat. It took Harvey a moment to realise...he was laughing! A snort of annoyance came from Harvey, and he looked over the side of the saddle, not responding.

[Sully8]

Name: Miriel
Age: 14 in human years
Gender: female
Rank:New rider
Race: elf
Personality: is a introvert and very quiet. If she isn't to shy to talk to you, can be one of the most interesting beings you'll meet even though she's so young.
Short history: Miriel was given up for adoption by her mother for unknown reasons and she has worked on her adopted families farm since then in a very small village
Dragon: unknown yet (it will be Ophelia)

Username:sully8
Name: Ophelia
Age: unborn
Gender: Female
Rank: New rider
Race: Dragon
Personality: Quiet and calm but if you anger, she will have no mercy
Rider: will be Miriel
Other: I just finished Eragon (last night!) so I haven't finished the series yet so I don't know who comes after Galbatorix yet

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(Sorry, I'm not accepting only dragons. Available races are on the front. You can still keep the dragon, but at least one Rider should be your main character.)

Sardonyx Crimson & Nazaroth

Ah, Nazaroth! Remind me where we left off. Sardonyx said as they began to circle around the town of Gil'ead. The Academy was gigantic one-story building on the outskirts of town. A wide arena in the middle of the building. It was a place for landing, taking off, and sparring.

Forgetful. Nazaroth hummed. I believe we were instructing hatchlings about flight. Sardonyx nodded, sending acceptance through their link.