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raivis ! · Aug 31st 2016

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And that was why this encounter was so...strange.

She was pretty young, and yet was almost twice the size of a horse and just as heavy. She could eat a whole deer in one sitting, and her jaws had the strength to crush bones and tear through iron. But she didn't.

She remembered being born near a castle. It was okay, and there was this one person who always came around to feed them and clean them off, and play around with her and the other baby dragons. He was nice, but really there was no one else. Some others had taken a liking to her fellow dragons, the big ones. They were way too stubborn to listen, though. And then one day all the dragons were chased away from the castle, or killed. The young ones not taken with the adults were killed or left to die. Guess who came back to rescue them? She wasn't sure where he hid all of them, but he always came back to feed and play with them. He named them all too. He gave her the name Lydia. She liked that name, and kept it. She decided to take him in under her wing. He would be her furry warm blooded son. Even if he wasn't a dragon, whatever he was. He was still going to be her son. Fluffy son.

And then they got old enough and big enough to live on their own so they did. But why did he leave the castle? Didn't he like the castle? She liked it. But now she was here, and this was a big metal thing that floated on water. She liked water.

With a beat of her powerful wings, the dark blue dragon landed on the deck of the ship and looked around, wondering where that strange person was. Okay, so he had white fur, and wings. She remembered that. And something around his neck. It was shiny, and she had a habit of biting it, but learned he didn't like that.

Lifting her head, Lydia let out a confused snort and plopped her butt down in frustration before letting out a whine. She felt lonely.

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G O S P E L · Aug 31st 2016

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the day couldn't have been going any slower than it already was. though he'd encountered a number of clan members in the past two days, it didn't quite differentiate from the days he spent as a lowly onlooker to the crowd. he'd seen the lot of them before - observing their activities as a community; as a unit. it remind the voyager of where he'd come from, because how could one ever forget that when the universe made everything before you almost parallel to what you lost? of course the river wasn't anything like the suffocating, busy, monster infested streets of a city, but the clan that called this place a home never seemed to stop moving in the way a city did. they all moved as one and so far, nothing could waver that. so, yeah, today was going pretty slow for him as he did what he was all too used to by now.

he lied quietly on the wall of the ship looking out at the waters just beyond the boat, these thoughts running miles in his head. his mismatched eyes, a golden brown and milky silver respectively, were tell-tale proof as they glimmered in a way only the mind could make them. perhaps he was thinking way too loud. he gave a passive huff at that idea. who was to say? he had not much else to do anyhow.

then there was a loud flapping noise that released the brute from his trance. he peered up into the skies, brows bunching in confusion. behind him was a dull THUD that shook the boat a bit and pallis almost jumped out of his skin in surprise. almost. instead, he dug his talons into the the wood beneath him, metal claws out as well to keep him anchored, and turned his attention toward the source of such a commotion.

a large sapphire scaled dragon sat on the deck before him. now, he'd seen a lot of things, but he could never admit to seeing a real dragon before. she was beautiful, if he were honest with himself, as magnificent as he'd imagined a creature as rare as herself to be. they even shared the same color eyes (or eye in pallis' case), though hers were undoubtedly more mystical than his own. for a moment, the sepia furred tom gazed in awe - starstruck, for lack of a better word. till he noticed the rather lonesome look on her face. it took away from all her beauty, and pallis couldn't allow that. it was out of place for her to look so down! he cocked his head in consideration before sheathing each set of claws and hopping down from his resting place onto the deck floorboards. shaking his hide out, leather collar jingling a bit as he did, he pushed off scarred hindlegs and made his way over to her without a second thought. he slowed a bit as he approached her, careful not to spook or intimidate her with his presence -giving her a way out if she needed it.

"pardon me, friend," he called to her gently, "may i ask if you're alright?"

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RECENT ENGAGEMENTS
▸ Washed up on the shores of Riverclan territory a moon ago
▹ joined Riverclan officially

GENERAL
▸ PALLIS KLARK || CIS GENDER MALE [ he/him ] || health: 100%
▸ pansexual homoromantic
▸ fourty two cycles approx. three years and six months
▸ the australian washup

RELATIONS
▸ None at the moment

APPEARANCE
▸ DOMESTIC FELINE [ main/current ]
▹ abyssinian [justify]— a strapping brute, it's no wonder pallis carries himself with pride. his fur is ruddy, nicked with black and dark brown like that of any other abyssinian feline. his eyes are quite unique - the right a bright amber hue and the left a ghostly silver. nose is an almost cinnamon color, it blends nicely with pelt. he also has a pretty sharp jawline and rather well defined cheekbones. they can be a bit haunting if you stare too long. he dons a black leather color, worn out from his long life of adventure. his pelt is thick and straight for the most part, rarely ever puffing. around his neck, however, the fur is more fluffy and pronounced - almost giving the tom a mane-like collar. his long tail shares that same downy texture as the fur gracing his neck. there are scars running down his flank, legs and thighs from the impact of his body meeting the stony, sand ocean floors repeatedly.[/justify]

POWER(S)
▸ enhanced durability [justify] ▹ aware, experienced;
simply put: it can be unbearably difficult to get a good attack on him. though he's not invincible, moves have to be precise and head-on in order to graze him even a little bit. this ability won't physically hurt his opponents, but rather tires them out before they can do any lasting damage to him.[/justify]
▸ metal generation [justify] ▹ aware, experienced;
with this ability, pallis can produce metal weaponry to his own will. his go-to forms of weaponry are a layer of metal claws overlapping his own to intensify attacks and a sharp metal blade coating his tail. this is all worst case scenario and he rarely uses this power in combat.[/justify]
▸ psychic torture [justify] ▹ unaware, inexperienced;
in this case, ignorance is far from bliss. though he may not know it, pallis can trick ones mind into thinking they're in excruciating pain. whether it's faux pain from stabbing sensations in the muscles or from loud eerie noises in the brain, this may not kill the target but it's sure to put them down for a while.[/justify]

INTERACTION
▸ very open and witty upon encountering
▹ not one to provoke conflict, though is always mentally on guard
▸ hard mentally, hard physically
▹ due to inexperience w/ his psychic abilities, he may be even more dangerous
▸ speech in #131313; attack in #000000
▸ powerplays moments of affection or nonviolent interaction
▸ ask to maim / injury ; killing is closed

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super(nat)ural · Aug 31st 2016

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dragons were creatures of myth, of legend - their wings carried them through song and story, fire known to scorch homes, teeth known to tear flesh. piles of gold kept hidden under tensed claws, hoarders in nature - supernatural could understand in a way. but she couldn't relate to that idea, that lust for material wealth. the need to collect thrumming through every vein was within her of course, but never for gold or jewelry. no, her need thrummed through her with a chemical composition, the vice of a grown adult who had survived rather than thrived.

(sometimes she thought about quitting but the thought made her head spin and her lungs scream and - )

dull green eyes focused on the mythological creature, her head pounding and her posture a little lacking. she froze where she stood and let her jaw hang open, green eyes wide and pulse pounding like a frantic bird beating against the constrains of its cage.

"y'all... see the dragon too right?"

she was going to have to sit down, a sort of terror striking her mind.
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★ supernatural
★ female
★ daughter of jager x npc
★ two years
★ reluctant warrior of riverclan
★ single, 'divorced', no crush

APPEARANCE!
★ domestic feline
-- black fur w green eyes
-- scar + deformation on her front left leg
-- athletic, lean build

PERSONALITY!
★ hella rude, snappy, cold, and a bit of a b*tch
★ seemingly loose morals, forever running from her past, emotionally distant, everyone's drunk mum
★ secretly sad, distrustful, loyal, family person

INTERACTION!
★ physical difficult, mentally intermediate
★ dark green for attacks
★ no kill, pm for capture/injury

raivis ! · Aug 31st 2016

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Lydia let out a small squeaking noise, pulling back and patting him gently on the head. Furry creatures were so cute. It was still weird to her that they didn't have scales, but they were warm and she was starting to like fur.

And then there was this other furry thing. She seemed shocked, or maybe scared. What, of her? Oh dear, that wouldn't work. She wasn't here to eat anyone!

She lifted her tail, dragging the end of it along the ground in front of Nat. Flowers covered the ground where her tail touched, and she nudged them forward with what could only be described as a smile. Most dragons were like that, with fire and hoarding and ownership of fabulous treasures. But as anyone could see, she just wasn't like that.

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realitycheck · Sep 1st 2016

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REALITYCHECK

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I mean, it was a dragon.

Kinda frightening, she supposed, but she couldn't really talk because ghosts were supposed to be scary too. Or maybe that was just to humans? Well either way she assumed her awkward, nervousness kind of put off the scary stuff.

Anyway, it wasn't like this dragons could eat her - or even touch her for that matter - so she didn't really share the same thoughts as Supernatural. Instead she just kinda teleported over and flickered into visibility, the ghostly canine's tail swaying softly as she slid forward and took a seat.

"Uh.. H-Hello? Are y-you a new member or d-did I miss something?" Probably the latter, she told herself mentally. "I-I'm R-Reality..c-check."
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OREKI · Sep 1st 2016

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Dragons were beasts of mystery. They were hidden away for centuries - Cry had known a couple - but for the most part they hadn't re-entered the world until about a decade or two ago. Cry padded closer, the bear-sized, pregnant wolf glancing up at her. She grinned lightly at the dragon. Such a mysterious creature. This one didn't hold the mind of a talking animal, but still, all the same. The fallen angel really couldn't complain, seeing these made such a wonderful sight.

"It's alright, Nat. Dragon's can be friends too." Cry offered. Her gaze flew back towards the Dragon, offering another wide grin. "Heyo, Dragon friend? Me, Cry." The wolf pointed to herself, labeling herself with a name. The bear-sized wolf tilted her hand, staring towards the dragon silently. Maybe she was getting soft.

[spoiler=tags, updated 8/22]general:
cryingangel | cry, angel | cisgender female
pansexual panromantic polyamarous | dating hana/wave
riverclan | npc x npc | immortal fallen angel/vampire with demonic actions
recently raped | crying x exiler rape litter | 1 week pregnant

physical:
- white wolf, extra fur, black feathers on back, ice blue eyes
- (main && current) black wolf, extra fur, white stripes, blood red eyes

injuries:
- 72% health
- missing front right paw {bear trap incident} (healed over)
- multiple cuts on the front {exile capture}
- two stab wounds, on her stomach and left side {exile capture}
- branded with a circle, with half of it filled in, like a half moon. {exile capture}

personality:
- {shown} sharp minded, vulgar tounge, lustful, strong, bull-headed, bloodthirsty, unbreakable
- {not shown} sharp minded, inspective, natural eavesdropper, believes she can conquer anything, quiet, withdrawn, protective

powers:
- elemental - fire
- the sight, telepathy
- ability to take/give pain, conjuring, flower prints
- shapeshifting
- memory manipulation, molecule manipulation
- growing ability
- super speed

confrontation:
- physically hard, nearly impossible mentally
- attack in [color=#888888]bold #888888
- can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler]
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raivis ! · Sep 1st 2016

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[color=#0147FA]"Lydia. My name is Lydia." The telepathic message reached everyone around, and the voice was calm and serene, matching nicely with the appearance of the dragon. It probably would've been a surprise, considering she seemed like she couldn't communicate earlier. No, she could. [b][i][color=#0147FA]"What is this thing you live on?" She was intelligent, and could understand what was being said, but that didn't mean she knew what everything was. Like this...metal thing. Why did it float if it was so heavy?