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 tried and true ( BWO ), MAIRE | FOREST
alexei aurelius cináed
 Posted on: Jan 2 2017, 10:35 PM
the dragon
❝ I'll never let anything happen to you. ❞
animated oc
30
6'2"
heterosexual
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sam



I'm missing the sound of your heart beating
"Any ideas what you want to do today?" His attention isn't really on her at that particular moment. He's focused on the last few bits of food on his plate; soaking them up with a slice of toast. "I've got the day off so we can do whatever..." It's felt like ages since he's had a day off, which was ironic considering he set his own hours for the most part. Honestly he'd been desperate to keep his mind off of that constricted feeling. Hopeful that maybe throwing himself into his work ( while also making money to get Maire a good Christmas present ) would help. He didn't really like being a bodyguard for hire, not when he could care less about the people he was meant to be protecting, but it paid the bills. Regardless of how tedious or boring he found it to be, it was easy work.

"Maire?" He wasn't sure if he'd heard a response or not. Which was...odd. He was so hyperaware of her voice, so keyed into the sound and tone of it, that he's sure he'd remember if she said something. Yet...she felt uncharacteristically quite. Silence, especially long drawn out silences were more his thing then hers, and to have gone so long without hearing her voice made him look up from his plate in concern. "Hey...are you okay?" The concern intensified because she wasn't answer, wasn't even really looking at him. Instead her eyes had a far off glaze to them, and instead of snapping out of it when he spoke, she simply got to her feet. "Maire, what-"

There was no time to ask questions. He reached for her, but she squirmed out of his grasp and kept walking. No matter what he tried or did; waving his arms at her, yelling her name, grabbing her by the shoulders. She just kept walking.

Panic had set in a long time ago.

He could have just picked her up and taken her home, but every time he touched her she struggled and broke free. Darting out of his grasp and sprinting forward another few feet to leave him behind. Which is around the time he started to notice where they were heading. "Maire what the hell is going on?! Hey! Can you hear me?" The panic was getting harder to control, with it he could feel that tight feeling starting to grow in his chest. The world felt suffocating, because all he could think was the curse. That somehow, someway it was doing this. It was like a trainwreak. All he could do was watch.

"Maire, please. Snap out of it." The portal was right there, and he swung around to put himself between them. Eyes searching hers to try and find out what the hell was going on.

courage

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maire tuathla breckenridge
 Posted on: Jan 3 2017, 02:45 AM
the princess
❝ She was so many, many things but she was never once boring. ❞
the southern tower
24
5'6"
HETEROSEXUAL
SINGLE
42

forest



I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light He's gotta be sure And it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life
i'm holding out for a hero


Since the early days Maire had spent in her tower, she’d had to learn to become independent. To do things on her own to fend off the crippling boredom and madness that could have come with being trapped in a single room for several years with no end in sight. Without her ability to be independent, she was sure she would have lost her mind – one could only count the stones that made up the ceiling so many times before everything started to blend together and reality lost its grip, but luckily Maire had managed to find some other things to do with her time that had kept her firmly set inside herself. She’d read books, played make believe with herself (though she was sure at that point Alex must have thought she really had lost it), and then, of course, befriended the dragon who protected her so she had someone to talk to beside the figures she mustered up in her daydreams to keep her company. At first, it had been dreadfully dull – she’d been used to running amok in a giant palace filled with people she knew by name, friends and family and everyone in between, to say nothing of the gardens and fields where she frequently escaped on horseback, much to the palace guards’ chagrin, so to be suddenly enclosed in a tiny room in a tower with few windows and even fewer activities to entertain her had been mindbogglingly dull. Painfully lacking in things to stimulate her brain, which usually worked at a dizzying speed. She learned to cope, and befriending Alex helped a lot once she managed to get him to open up to her, and then, after several years of the same old thing all over again…she and Alex escaped to the real world. And there she found a wealth of activities to entertain her, things that she had never even dreamed of there at her fingertips, easily accessible and ready for her to try. It had scared her at first; after being shut away, finding herself in a giant city filled with people was painfully overstimulating, and she’d shut herself in the apartment she and Alex had been given by Haven, just trying to cope.

But she always had been quick to adapt, and after the initial fear that the curse hadn’t been suppressed, if not lifted entirely, she’d given herself over entirely to her excitement, enthusiasm, and her need for adventure, which often drove her straight from the apartment and out onto the streets of San Francisco in search of something new to experience. She could do it on her own – sometimes she picked up a friend or two along the way as well – but despite it all, the fact remained that Maire’s absolute favorite days were the ones that Alex didn’t have to work. Sure, she admired his determination and how hard working he was, though she knew he wasn’t super fond of his job (as good at it as he was considering how strong his protective streak was), but since moving to San Francisco, she’d developed an even closer attachment to him than she’d ever had in the tower, and that meant that every day he spent at work, she spent wishing he didn’t have to so they could go on adventures together. He was her best friend, the person who had stayed by her side through everything, and though she loved to make friends, nobody could ever dream of reaching his level. If she had a chance to spend time with him, she took it. Was she a bit overbearing? Maybe. Needy? Definitely – but, to be fair, she’d spent years in a tower, where he’d been her only friend. He was important to her, and the more time she could spend with him, the better.

She liked to make lists – lists of ice cream flavors to try, carnival rides to go on, types of syrup to put on her pancakes, movies various people recommended to her. She’d scribbled down a list of things she wanted to do with Alex on his next day off, and now that that day had arrived, she was eager to share her ideas with Alex and see which caught his fancy. She hummed to herself as she ate breakfast, flipping through the pages of her notebook of lists, mind working a mile a minute to figure out how many activities she and Alex could cram into a single day. They didn’t have to be big things – if he wanted they could rent a bunch of movies and just watch those instead of going out and doing actual things and she’d count that as a win – but things regardless were important. She had a new lease on life and she was going to live it up.

And then, suddenly, she stilled. She couldn’t explain it, and for a minute her own stillness surprised even her. She’d been in the middle of something, and Alex had asked her a question…and yet she didn’t move, didn’t speak to answer. She sat like a statue in her seat. And this voice, this sound was ringing in her ears – she tried to move, willed her mouth to open so she could say something to Alex about this feeling because suddenly she was afraid and he always seemed to know how to comfort her, but no matter how she tried she didn’t seem able to make a sound. She couldn’t turn her head to look at Alex, but she heard him ask if she was alright – she was hardly ever quiet, let alone still, and she was never, ever blank. She was an open book with every emotion scrawled across her face in the plainest fashion, but not now. Now she was a shell, and she was powerless in her own form, trapped in a single position until, suddenly, she stood and made for the door. Terror engulfed her; what was she supposed to do when her own body rebelled against her and bolted? She felt like she was in a car with broken brakes racing down the side of San Francisco’s steepest hill, unable to do anything but hold on and desperately try to communicate that she needed help, but to no avail. She wanted to cry, or scream, or something, but she couldn’t – she just kept moving, and she didn’t know where.

She felt Alex’s hand on her arm more than once, a firm grip that would have caught her attention and slowed her down any other day, but she just kept shaking free and moving forward, and Maire was trying to figure out why, where – oh. No, she couldn’t cross the portal. She couldn’t go there – she couldn’t spend more than three days total in the animated world or the spell would kick in and her heart would slowly turn to stone. But she couldn’t, and it seemed neither could Alex; she watched him try to get between her and the portal, felt herself dodge him and dive in --

And then she woke up. Gasping. Rain pouring down over her, water up to her ankles. Tears were in her eyes instantly, terror making her heart pound in her chest as she looked around, frantic. She couldn’t see the portal anywhere, especially with the driving rain pounding down on her, and even the few landmarks that she could see weren’t familiar to her at all. All she was certain of was that she was in the animated world. She could practically feel her life escaping her, each beat of her heart bringing her closer to the horrific end that the wizard’s curse had promised her. Her hands trembled, both from the cold from being drenched in the rain and the floodwater, which was rising too quickly to be safe. Pushing tendrils of her wet hair from her face, panic overcame her and she screamed into the pouring rain.

”ALEX!”

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alexei aurelius cináed
 Posted on: Feb 17 2017, 08:32 PM
the dragon
❝ I'll never let anything happen to you. ❞
animated oc
30
6'2"
heterosexual
-grumbles-
42

sam



I'm missing the sound of your heart beating
It was that night all over again, but worse. He could feel his lungs closing up, his flame flaring as the panic set in. Seeing her vanish through the portal made it feel like he was about to burn right out of his skin. Alex was certain he'd curse this day for however long he lived. Those few precious moments wasted trying to keep from falling apart, as his mind struggled to process that this wasn't some horrible nightmare. The same kind of nightmare he'd been having since the first time they crossed through that threshold into this world. He'd always been terrified that there was some other magic buried in the back of her curse, something that would draw her back through the portal to face her fate. It wasn't real, and he'd have thanked the Gods if he'd believed in any, but just because a fear was irrational didn't mean that you'd set it aside. Suddenly irrational or not something had called her through the portal and Alex had been powerless to stop it. Worse yet; while he struggled to understand what was going on, precious moments were draining away. What he should have done was run right in after her; forget his panic, forget his confusion, and all of his fears. He should have been right there on her heels without so much as a seconds hesitation.

Yet he hadn't been, and he'd regret that brief instance of weakness till his last breath. Never mind that the oldest dragon he'd ever known was nearing a million years of age. So ancient that he'd very nearly become a part of the mountain on which he lay; half buried in rocks and kept alive by a flame whose magic had become as much a part of the land beneath him as it was his heart and soul. Not that he could see himself living that long without Maire.

Despite as much as he wished she'd appear again, she didn't. The space she'd occupied moments ago remained empty and no amount of blinking and shaking his head would dislodge this unwanted vision. The realization that this was reality came with a charge forward. Bursting through the portal with as much care as he could manage, just in case she was standing on the other side waiting. The transition was always a strange one. Painless, but with the sensation that his skin had been torn away. His wings instinctively spread now that they were able, and his neck stretched up towards the sky. Working out the kinks that had built up since his last visit. Then he'd looked down and she was...not there. In fact the world around him seemed to have been thrown into chaos and there was not a living thing in sight. "Maire?!" His voice in this world always startled him; so much louder and with more strength behind it then his human throat could muster. It reverberated through the area as a low, echoing growl.

Where was she?

Panic made his flame flare like a sunburst; shining through his scales as fire danced between his jaws. He needed to find her. He needed to find her, before she spent anymore time here.

Except she wasn't here. He'd wasted time, and the portal had moved from wherever it had left her. All it took was one sniff at the air to know he'd missed his chance, and now Maire would be the one suffering for it. A loud string of curses in a language only other dragons would most likely understand, huffed out of him as he turned his neck around dug his teeth into his own shoulder. Dislodging a small collection of his own scales, before spitting them onto the ground. A seemingly pointless action done in rage until he lowered his head to whisper to them; words of magic that made them glow where they lay scattered in the grass.

"Find her."

The scales lifted, hovered in the air for a moment, and then shot off into the sky. With a hard flap of his wings and shove up from the ground he was not far behind. Keen eyes flicking from the magical line stretching before him, to the ground below; searching for a familiar flash of red hair. Unfortunately the line flew right into an angry wall of storm clouds, and though he didn't hesitate for a moment to keep following he could see the damage the rains had done to the grasslands below. Floods making the earth wet and unstable and not ideal to land on if he'd need to. Now unless he wanted to sink and get stuck. As it was visibility was hard and he had to swoop down lower just to make sure he didn't miss her.

"Maire!" It was almost a roar actually, the most he could do just to be sure she heard him.

courage

my sword and shield
maire tuathla breckenridge | this feels all over the place sorry | template by sam
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maire tuathla breckenridge
 Posted on: Oct 4 2017, 02:29 AM
the princess
❝ She was so many, many things but she was never once boring. ❞
the southern tower
24
5'6"
HETEROSEXUAL
SINGLE
42

forest



I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light He's gotta be sure And it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life
i'm holding out for a hero


No – no no no, this was all wrong. She wasn’t meant to be here, couldn’t be here. Maire hadn’t crossed the portal since the day she and Alex had escaped the tower and tumbled into the real world, desperately seeking somewhere safe, anywhere the curse wouldn’t be able to reach her. A year, perhaps – if she consulted her diary, she’d know the exact passage of time, but, frankly, she hadn’t given much thought to it for several reasons. She’d been distracted, for one, by the world around her, all the marvelous inventions that the people of her world had never even dreamed of, things like cellular telephones (even telephones in general), laptops, television, cars, airplanes, then on top of that there was the food, the magnificent variety that came from all across the globe and could be found in little restaurants scattered throughout the city. Then there was the literature, the theatre, the music, the entirely new culture of San Francisco and all its many intricacies, particularly those that came with the advanced technology. It was a lot to take in at once, but once she’d been given the all clear by Haven Hill, the sign that the curse was not progressing and she could live freely now, she was determined to become fully accustomed to the new world, and she wanted to learn everything she could. She made lists of everything she wanted to try at least once, everything she’d never heard of or seen, all the things that hadn’t existed in her world but inspired a feeling of wonder, and every day she checked things off. She never had been the sort who feared new experiences, but, rather, launched herself into them with enthusiasm and excitement, unafraid of stumbling or crashing in the process. This was the life her days in the tower had made her long for, days when she could openly explore without fear of her heart turning to stone. At least she could be as free as she was meant to be.

The truth was that since the moment she learned she was safe in the real world, she hadn’t really wanted to go back. This was what she had wanted, adventure and freedom, and, when she looked back, all she could think of were the cold stone walls of the tower and the invisible chains of the curse that held her there. She could look past it all sometimes, back to the days she’d spent with her family and friends in her father’s castle, such bright, happy memories, but even these held a tinge of sadness that she couldn’t shake off. She missed all that light and the particular excitement that came with being a princess, but it seemed every memory had singed edges, reminders of how she ended up in the tower in the first place. All that history, those happy days, were brought to an end by her own father, who weighed her life against those of her people and let her be taken against her will to live out her days alone save for the dragon who was not meant to care for her beyond his notions of duty. She understood why, she knew he had to save his people and this was the cost, but, at the same time, she couldn’t let it go. The betrayal, the loneliness, the abandonment. She loved her father and he loved her, but still he had let her be cursed and locked away, not even granting her enough time to consider alternatives to her captivity. She could not look back on moments spent with him without feeling that twinge of bitterness and the deep ache of sadness. There were a few things she missed from her world – the magic, the mystery – but she would not go back. She had a life here, one that allowed her to live life on her own terms and she felt no need to risk it by returning to the animated world.

But this – this was not her choice. She hadn’t wanted to come here, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself, as though her body was being pulled by unseen forces. She’d never felt such a complete lack of control, such utter helplessness, even in the moments when she’d been magicked away from her castle to the tower. At least her body had been her own to control then, even if she could do nothing to help her situation. This time she was completely powerless, watching from inside her own body as she dodged Alex and pushed back against him to make her way back through the portal, and no matter how she tried to stop herself, she just kept moving until – she found herself somewhere she did not recognize, standing in the pouring rain, ankle-deep in floodwater that was rising with every moment she stood idle. The portal was gone already, lost in the winds, and she had no idea how to find it, especially when time was of the essence, not just because of the flood but because of the curse. She could almost feel its tendrils around her heart then – she could only spend 36 hours total in the animated world before the curse would set in, and this was not how she had ever wanted to use that time. Each minute that ticked by brought her closer to a heart of stone, closer to an uncertain fate. Her hands shook, her heart raced – where was she supposed to go from here? She couldn’t see anything through the downpour, and even if she had been able to spot some landmark it was unlikely she’d know where to go from there. She needed help, she needed him.

Alex had followed her to the portal – he wouldn’t let her go through alone, would he? Not after she’d acted so unlike herself. She called out his name into the din, but she could barely hear herself over the boom of the thunder, let alone anything else. A sob tore itself from her throat, and she wrapped her arms around herself, desperately looking around. Should she walk? Where would she go? Maybe she could find shelter, someone to help. But what if it got worse? What if she got lost? She needed to find the portal as soon as possible. And Alex. She took a few tentative steps into the rain, teeth chattering. “Alex?!” His name trailed off into a sob and she tried to brush the tears and raindrops from her eyes. Please, help me!”

She saw it then, the lights in the sky. She thought it was a flash of lightning at first, but it seemed to be getting closer, and over the sound of the pouring rain and the thunder, she almost made out the sound of his voice, the deep rumble that came with his dragon form. She loved that sound, the way it reverberated through her when she rested against his chest, and, in this moment, it brought a spark of hope. Please, she thought, let this be real. Let that be him. Taking a sharp breath in, she turned her face to the sky as much as she could in the pouring rain, blinking away water. “I’M HERE! ALEX!” What if that had just been the rumble of thunder? What if it wasn’t him? She didn’t know what those approaching lights were, but they had to be help of some kind. She raised her arms to wave at them. “HELP ME, PLEASE, HELP ME. I’M HERE!”

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alexei aurelius cináed
 Posted on: Jan 10 2018, 11:09 PM
the dragon
❝ I'll never let anything happen to you. ❞
animated oc
30
6'2"
heterosexual
-grumbles-
42

sam



I'm missing the sound of your heart beating
He could almost picture what he must look like to anyone who bothered to try and see through the downpour. Other dragons certainly might have been ashamed at the frantic, uncoordinated excuse for flight he was currently attempting. Storms were notoriously difficult, not impossible by any means, but hard enough that most dragons generally preferred to stay grounded. Or, if they absolutely must fly, then above the storm clouds where the sky was clear. A luxury he couldn't afford given the current situation. He had to find Maire. That was it, that was everything. It was the one consuming thought as he fought desperately against wind and rain to follow the lights that guided him. As if flying in a storm wasn't bad enough, he had to add the difficulties of a spell to the mix. One that required constant concentration. He couldn't afford the time it would cost him to travel by land, and there was no way he'd risk flying over her just so he could avoid a storm. Even if his wings had to beat a little harder to keep him airborn, and he had to keep adjusting his size in an attempt to make flying less of a struggle. He couldn't give up. Especially not when each sweep of the ground below in the flashes of thunder showed a world steadily drowning. The earth in this part of the world turning to deadly pits of deep muck and swift streams of mud.

What if she got swept away?

The thought made him surge forward, wings beating harder at the air. A dragon's magic originated from their heart; their flame. The harder he concentrated the hotter it seemed to burn inside of him. Flames flickered at the edges of his jaws, crackling between his teeth. In a way it almost helped. The hotter his flame grew, the faster the water that struck him evaporated. Causing long tendrils of steam to stream from his body. If he dared he'd have cast a spell to ward away the wind in his immediate area, but he was too focused and he didn't trust himself not to break concentration. Didn't trust the world around him to try something to ruin his chances of finding her. Hadn't she been through enough already? The tower was bad enough to last a lifetime, the threat of a stone heart and those days spent wondering in agony when they first crossed the portal. These had felt like more than enough for someone who hadn't deserved any of it. So why now? His worst fear was that it might be the wizard. Perhaps it was a fail-safe set into the curse. Considering how conniving the man was to begin with, it hadn't felt like much of a stretch. A piece of the spell to drag her back unwittingly through the portal, back into the world that seemed so determined to pull her apart.

It was a terrifying thought. One he tried desperately not to let fester along with all the other horrible possibilities that threatened to overtake him the longer it took to find her. Even when the scales seemed to angle downwards, he couldn't tell if it was his desperation making him see things. His neck angled towards the ground, the frantic beating of his wings slowing down just the slightest as he tried to see through all the rain and sweeping gusts of wind.

"MAIRE!" He roared again, a bellow that vibrated through his entire body. Rattling the air around him, flames from his overheated heart flaring out in tufts with each breath he tool.

Trust the magic. He'd gone most of his life without trusting or truly caring about magic in general. He'd learned those few spells vital to all dragons, and understood that what he was made magic inherent to his existence. Yet, he'd never truly depended on it. Not like others of his kind once had, and even less when he'd been tricked by that wizard. Magic had always seemed far more trouble than it was worth, so it seemed ironic that he needed to have such blind faith in it now. Especially with a spell he'd never truly practiced, and had only learned as a safety precaution when he'd begun to realize how important Maire was to him. How devastating it would be if something were to happen to her and he couldn't immediately find her, should she need him.

How inconsequential and small they appeared as they started to swirl in a circle, lowering themselves steadily in the air. Instinctively his eyes focused on the ground searching, and stopping at the first sign of movement. He might not have been able to see anything but a vague shape, but it was enough. He knew. He didn't even really need to see her or hear her voice to know that was her. He could feel it, and he practically dove from the sky towards those frantically waving arms. He'd have splashed into the ground mere feet from her, but he halted instead. Instinct overriding the instinct to protect for one split second. The ground. It was wet and he had no doubt that the moment he landed in it, it would absorb his body weight and he'd sink too deep to pull himself back out. It was jarring to come up short, wings frantically flapping at the air, as he narrowly avoided striking the ground, and desperately tried to channel his momentum into a wide circle.

"Are you okay?!" He flew as close as he dared, but even that wasn't close enough. "Thank whatever Gods exist, I found you." He wanted to be still so he could look at her properly, not flying in circles around her or dipping in and out afraid that the gusts from his wings might knock her over.

"I can't land." It was, apologetic. Almost distressed, as close to a whine as he'd ever get.

courage

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