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 never wake a sleeping dragon, lyn/steph!
richard albrecht renaldi
 Posted: Feb 10 2018, 10:30 PM

what's not to like? .

  Prince Edward
  30 years old
  Amanda (SHE/HER)


never wake a sleeping dragon

Winter in the world wrought with darkness was far more bitter than any Edward had seen back home. Harsh winds whipped the snow that fell in sheets rather than flakes, blinding him to most of the surrounding landscape. Bare tree trunks and jagged rocks stuck out in stark contrast to the pure white of the snowfall, but it was impossible to see the horizon past a hundred feet or so. And the cold - it sent a shiver down the prince's spine just at the acknowledgement.

The cooler months of Andalasia's year were hardly biting as this was. The kingdom - or at least his palace - was located in such an ideal setting, with a beautiful temperate climate and sprawling forest landscapes. Even in winter, it was more often brisk like a cool autumn day. Frost would gently coat the palace's gardens in the courtyard and melt by noon. The lakes and streams that dotted and twisted through the forest never grew cold enough to freeze over. If it did snow, the world was blanketed in a quiet white. It was a peaceful, frosty little wonderland: a dream of glittering snow and fragile icicles that glinted in the cool sunlight as they melted. This was a nightmare in comparison.

He'd come out on a regular patrol run, having drawn the figurative short straw to go out while it was still snowing. He knew it would be no easy task from the beginning, but he wasn't expecting the weather to turn for the worse as he ventured farther from camp. It seemed the wind only picked up, the snow falling harder. He would need to find some where to stop, to survive the storm before he was able to find the campsite again. Back to the campsite, wait out the rest of the time he had left before the nearest portal reappeared, and then back to San Francisco.

Since finding Giselle safe and sound across the portal, he felt well enough to split his attention between his two duties: one to her, the other to his lost kingdom. Since leaving more than two years ago (in his pursuit to find the lovely redhead with whom he had since reunited), he still hadn't been able to find it. Whatever spell, whatever curse the two of them had gone through, it seemed to be a one way ride and he hadn't been able to figure out how to jump back into it, back into that well in his palace's courtyard. They'd both found the portal to San Francisco in the end, but getting back to their home land had proven impossible.

Yet he'd been out looking ever since, spending time with the resistance in between his searching. It was no coincidence he'd volunteered for the patrol that lie in the direction of this crumbling, forgotten kingdom. He knew it wasn't his own (and he couldn't tell whether or not he was grateful for that), but some small part of him sought solace in seeking it out and finding it anyway. If only to ensure that this wasn't his kingdom that had fallen. In the blinding snow, the prince had to get much closer than he would otherwise to see if he could glean anything from what was left of the town that he was looking for. He studied the buildings as he stalked between them. Most were half in ruin, empty and falling apart, their roofs caved in or missing entirely. If anyone lived here it was years - perhaps decades ago. This could not be his kingdom, unless it had been mangled beyond all recognition and darkness had sunk it into more disrepair than two years would suggest.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not out of danger of the storm yet. He needed to find somewhere to wait out the storm before he was able to return to the encampment. He had a small satchel of supplies but otherwise had traveled light, not expecting to have to stay in one place so long. That, and he couldn't be laden down with too much in case he needed to fight - or flee. But thus far, his sword had remained in its sheath at his belt, under the heavy cloak that shielded him the best it could from the bitter cold. The prince spotted a large structure, perhaps the remnants of a tavern or town hall or some other large building. Its walls and its roof were still half intact, and he decided to make camp here. He approached the structure, finding the door already open, wrenched off one of its great iron hinges.

And there - in the place he was looking for some respite from the cold (or at least the wind) - was a dragon. Surely it had come in from the far end of the building, the end that had been ripped off by some old, unknown force and it might have had the same idea as the prince himself. Looking for a bit of solace from the raging storm, perhaps. He couldn't be certain, but he also couldn't stand there, dumbstruck in the doorway. His breathing quieted, steadying himself on what was left of the floorboards below. He drew his sword, and paused, with all the caution he usually lacked in his carefree life across the portal. He had not thought to find anything out in the storm, but a dragon, of all things, was even less expected. What it might do when it noticed he had come across its hiding spot, he had no idea. But if he had walked into the dragon's den and he was doomed to die, he wouldn't go down without a fight.

ooc: lyniyah iris drake • lemme know if this needs editing! • 939

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lyniyah iris drake
 Posted: Apr 12 2018, 04:34 PM


  Dragon Shifter
  1003/25ish years old
  Stephalump ()


She never liked the cold. It was bitter and painful… and quite literally chilling to the bone. The wind howled like savage beasts circling prey, almost hauntingly beautiful when the sun disappeared and what little warmth it provided fled the world and left it empty in the silver light of the moon, the chill that set in like knives in delicate flesh. Pain, worse than that of tightened shackles around her wrists, worse than 500 years behind bars, settled in her frame and took hold in her chest, the fire that gave her life dangerously close to being extinguished. She wasn’t meant to be in the cold… she was learning all too quickly… and what was just a wretched discomfort in human form across the portal, a mild dislike for snow that could be handled with big fluffy coats and boots made of the fake fur of a mammal that was shared by almost all inhabitants, was worlds worse in a form born of magic.

Ever since she crossed over her body had been lethargic and heavy, energy draining from her by the frigid air that surrounded her. She had wanted to come by to see if the resistance had needed anything, to see if she could do anything to help. All she ever wanted to do was help, wanted to repay those who risked their lives daily to protect a world overrun by darkness. Yet this time, where ever the portal took her when she crossed through, she was hardly prepared for what the land offered. Thick snow had blanketed the ground, her uncomfortably bound feet feeling like ice in the boots meant to keep her warm. But the stabbing pain as she stumbled on almost numb limbs was hardly the worst of it. The swirling wind that whipped by and bit at her delicate skin burned, though not like any flame she had seen or touched before… and even that wasn’t the worst of it. It was the way her breath was sucked from her lungs, how the cold air all but ripped it from her grasp and left her gasping after such a short jaunt—one that would normally be nothing to someone like her. It was the way she felt her inner fire, the power in her chest that fueled her life like that of a human heart, start to dim and the warmth she needed blew away in the wind.

Living in a desert her whole life she had never known the bitterness of a winter. Even when she was captive the realm she resided very rarely dropped to uncomfortable levels that she couldn’t burrow under hay and hide until she was dragged out by her hair. Maybe she would have been warned by the ancients had she had time to grow and learn from their wisdom, had fate not decided to allow man—so greedy and dumb—to nearly destroy an entire species. Maybe she would have known to stay put despite her need to help others in trouble like she had once been herself. But she didn’t… no amount of preparation could have prepared her for the pain that filled her when she arrived, and just how quickly what energy she had stored… left her.

Innocently, naively so, she had the idea that maybe her other form would protect her inner flame more. A dragon’s hide was thick and strong, that even exposed to the elements could provide more shelter than a human form comprised of delicate flesh and bone. It was the only idea she had as the wind kicked up and the storm she had landed in grew more dangerous by the minute. And while it seemed better initially, there was no telling the untold danger she was in, the energy expended to shed her human form far greater in these circumstances than she anticipated. She would need shelter from the storm until it passed and the portal returned in a day.., and thank the gods there was at least the remnants of what remained of one buried slightly and missing half its pieces no doubt due to the darkness… It was hardly something to call home, or even cozy, but if she nestled in to the far corner… she could wait it out without being as exposed. What other choice did she have?

There was no telling how much time had passed since she came though the exposed ceiling and nestled in to the far corner, away from the weather as much as possible. Her body had settled, but even still she felt herself growing tired and weak as time moved on. Her chest was tight, the once brilliant glow under her scales just beneath her neck had faded to a dim light, her body curled in such a way that it was protected the most from the winter weather. And before long, the look of concentration she wore as she tried to focus on calming her shallow breaths and the tremors that quaked through her entire beastly form, faded as her mind gave in to the secret desire of slumber. Just on the precipice, somewhere between sleep and awake she heard the sound of metal sliding from a sheath, and slowly the scent of another began to register. Tired eyes blinked slowly, her head lifting slightly to peer out from behind her wings and tail, only seeing the blurred outline of a human and their drawn weapon.

With a start she jumped, her large form shambling in fear away from the creature that was threatening her, her long tail clumsily moving long the floor as she resituated her body, her massive wings somewhat pinned under the low roof of the building spreading as she tried to maneuver so her back was in the corner and she faced the man who had hunted her down. Although the image had started to sharpen, and his scent was that of someone she didn’t recognized, her weary mind could only think of the fear of being found by the bounty hunters looking for her. It wouldn’t be the first time she encountered them since she found freedom in San Francisco… and certainly not the last. Except this time she couldn’t fight back… what little energy she had left was being used to maintain her form, the dragon shifter unable to give it up for fear of what might happen to her inner flame. But she knew she couldn’t not fight… she couldn’t go back behind bars.

“You can’t have me…” her voice resonated from the glow in her chest, her maw not moving as she let the adrenaline fuel her actions. The light of a dim fire glowed behind fanged teeth, small licks of flame bursting out and licking at her mouth. But the dim glow in her chest faded slowly… the fire disappearing from her maw as she felt her body grow heavy and her head lowered slightly—eyes squeezing closed. She couldn’t fight… she couldn’t even be threatening. A low growl trickled in her throat as she slowly opened her eyes again, the image of the man growing sharper. Her eyes squinted as she leaned in slightly. “Who… are y-you?” the echo of her voice her was weak, her voice growing softer as she realized she did not recognize him, his clothing, or his scent. Her head lowered to the cold floor, though she kept her eyes on the sword he threatened her with, not dumb enough to trust the stranger with her life despite her lack of strength to do anything but lay there.

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