Riding Dreams (a dragon roleplay, sign ups link included)

track~

Track may post later today/tomorrow

Laia - 20 - Female

Laia laughed at Fate's disgruntled mumbling from atop her back, although she lay a gentle hand on the soft downy feathers that surronded the saddle, "Hey, you won't lose me, we're picking up your old lead today, so don't worry," she said, jumping off in of Fate's back as she leaned down for her to dismount, shifting her large feathered wing back so the joint didn't get in the way. Approaching the man who tended the stall and waited patiently for him to. Finish8 with his other customers before calling him over.

Fate - 2,489 - Female

Fate shifted uncomfortably, letting her eyes quickly glance over to the woman and the small dragon the man was tending. Fate let her crest rise and she move forward, bringing her wings tighter against her body and sweeping her tail forward, at least the dragon wasn't larger than her, she hated being around dragons larger than her, although they often were, as she was small than average.

||Sun-Sunny|Female|Dragon|5,000||


Sunny was walking along down a patch of water, near the outskirts of the village. She where not sure of what to do, till she saw a white dragon, with blue markings on its body. It was a lot smaller than her, yet she found the want to walk over to it. She decided to ignore it, and went into the air, and flew over the village, making a shadow cast over it for a short second, before landing in a pretty big space , making sure not to hit any smaller dragons, and humans.

||Shual|Male|Dragon|6,543||

Looking over the town from the mountain top, he showed envy over the tamed dragons. He didnt know how they could stand those things. Turning to move he snaked down to his cave to go back to his sleep, he had been awoken from due to the buzzing from the town.

The white-haired male walked alongside his very colorful dragon, looking at all the shops around the two. He really was just traveling, and making a pit-stop, but perhaps they could stay here awhile. He had snow-white hair, and was extremely tall. He was rather lean, though he was as strong as ten men, due to his elven side. The tips of his pointed ears poked through his locks, and his pale blue eyes seemed to glow as they scoured the shops. There were dragons everywhere, as it was with most towns they'd been to. He got some weird looks, but Declan was used to it. He never truly fit in anywhere he went, which was why him and Saharie got along so well. She always stood out due to her magnificent hues. Declan was half elf and half human -- neither race really understood him, so he was a bit of an oddball. It also didn't help that he had strange scarring along his chin and neck, almost as if it was ritualistic. In any case, it was hard for the half elf to fit in.
Saharie flicked her tail, hating the crowded area around her. A group of children ran up to her as she trailed behind Declan, ooing and aahing at the changing colors among her glittering scales. She twitched her feathered wings, rather enjoying the attention per usual. She fluttered her wings gently, as she bent her delicate head down to provide a quick lick across one of the little girl's faces. She squealed in delight and giggled, as they ran off. Declan gave her a somewhat nonplussed look, before stopping at one of the stands. Saharie looked over, seeing two girls and two smaller dragons interacting. She nudged Declan's back, and he waved her away in slight irritation.

Declan

Saharie

Saharie can also change the colors on her scales, and her irises (not pictured) have every color in them as well.

"I will take what is mine, with FIRE and BLOOD."
Katástropheas 'The Mother of Dragons'

Laughter was shed throughout the saloon, drinks were being toasted and people were having the greatest of times. Their bad feelings and thoughts were finally soothing down and drifting else where, seeming as if they didn't have a care in the world. Then the sudden ear piercing roar of a dragon bellowed, his rage was dully noted and whilst he crept through the crowd his large head sways to the side, revealing a glorious women. She was well known, not by name but by a title she has so whole-heartedly came to wallow in - the mother of dragons. As breath-taking as this girl was, she was also very dangerous, in oh-so-many ways. Eerie silence struck the village, only a few cries of near-by hawks that grazed overhead and the chime of the church bell broke the stillness. Katástropheas rounded her scapulae's, the joints cracklin and popping in a bittersweet chaos, relieving the goddess of the stiff numbness in her bones. One of her slender hands gestured outward, tracing the palm of her hand across the male drake's scales - Krátos seemed to purr in satisfaction as Katá stroked him. Eventually, he would allow himself to bow to tranquility, this one time. Sybïl on the other hand, rotated her massive crown, eyeing her fellow companions with a glare then lashing her elongated tail in irritation towards some of the puny mortals whom tried to reach out and touch her. The alabaster-haired temptress turned her attention to the smaller dragon on her left, a grin toying with her angelic features and she gently rubbed underneath the female drake's chin. In the midst of her affection generating off her, into her dragons - people would silently watched her from a far, others scurried out of her way when she stepped one black steel-toed battle boot upon the rippling floorboard of a bar. Her icy chilled gaze seeped through each and every single soul, the depths in her eyes that flushed with a sea green made men and women's spine shiver. Now upon Katá's countenance, lay no emotion at all. Behind these eyes of a criminal, hints that she gives no mercy nor rationalizations against anything or anyone. You may say she's her own boss, and takes orders from no one, not even a King and Queen. Even they know her word will either put you in the hands of life or death. This is just how she was raised, her trust for man kind is slim to none, she prefers wings and scales and thorax's that blister with hellfire as her companions. This girl is unlike any other, she may put her own life on the line for someone she grows a deep connection with. But that, is rare for her, maybe even rare to come across. She trusts no one, and no one trusts her. They just respect her limits and how far she can break you. Of course, she has her weaknesses, which starts off with her dragons. They have some how hit a soft spot inside of her and if anything ever happened to them, she promises you that your death will be slow and most terrifying. Other than that, she has no weak spots unless you can get under her skin, win her heart, thus turning her onyx doused soul into gold of pure intentions to the point she will become enticingly in love. That has yet to happen, usually people will go to the ends of the Earth for her just by how much she can seduce you long enough to where she has you wrapped around her finger. Manipulative, yes. Stubborn, no.

Tugging out a chair, she took a seat. She was sure her dragons would be just fine, guarding a few scale inches from the bars entrance. Not even seconds pass and a man came charging up to Katástropheas, her crown tipped up only a smidge. Listening to his words as he spoke in a loud and gruff voice, a fair expression plastered on each of their faces. "Where's my brother you inconsiderate piece of-" The man didn't even have time to react when Katá unsheathed her sword that was cloaked beneath her apparel. Her head held high now, she met his emerald gaze, elf ears peaking out under his hat as he draws slightly away from her. The women tilted her head, a sly grin played on the corner of her lips, aiming for the man to see it and he took his hands and quickly raised them above his head. The elf man just barely walking on thin ice as Katástropheas slowly perched her arm on the table beside her. The man watched as she rotated her head to one side to glare at him, whence he met her menacing stare. "I'm an inconsiderate piece of.. What?" Her angelic, seductive vocals filled with harmony and a satin-worn poison of stoicism. She let her last word roll off the tip of her tongue, half snarling the tidings out in defense towards her own personal well being. The man stuttered to answer, slurring his words. "I-I mean no harm ma'am." He stammered, his hands rose up higher and he dropped down to his knees. Katá let her tongue flick the roof of her mouth a couple times, shaking her head in shame. "I'm sure you don't. Now about your brother. What was his name again?" She smirked, cracking her neck in three places to ease the stiffness. "M-Malborne." The man bit his lip, flinching and readying himself for the impact of Amy he iron blade. Yet, it never came only the beautiful sound of the women's voice. "Ah, Malborne, he was quite the brute. I assure you, he is not dead. At least, not yet." Her crystallizing blue eyes lit up, the black core in the center of her orbs grew bigger and she eyed the man below her. "I want you too do me a favor." Katástropheas whispered, smiling slightly when the man nodded in agreement. She stood to her foundations, her sword gliding across the male's flesh, not putting direct pressure to his theist but enough to subdue him. She was enraged, to the point her inner hellion would do the speaking for her. "Leave here and never return, if I so much as see you face again I'll dissect you, string you up by your innards and then maybe, just maybe, I'll feed you to my dragons. Now, go, before I change my mind and dismember you right here." She released him, making him stumbled backwards and in fear he ran - just like she wanted. Katástropheas straightened up, putting her weapon back into its holster on her hip as she moved toward the exit. She has had enough of humans and their petty affairs.

Sybïl

Krátos

Declan's ear twitched, turning around at the small commotion. A man was thrown out of a bar, promptly followed by a beautiful white-haired woman. Elf. He saw the tips of her pointed ears, and vaguely wondered if she was like him. Probably not. He had never met another half elf before. He glanced at Saharie, the beautiful rainbow dragon being busy preening her feathered wing. He tapped her on her snout, before pointing to the two girls who were now talking. Saharie ruffled her wings against her flank. That doesn't look good.Declan shook his head, Saharie's silky voice entering his mind. "I don't know. Perhaps we could get a bit closer," He suggested. He never liked using thoughtspeak, it felt strange to him. Usually, he just spoke aloud to his dragon. Without another word Saharie slunk closer to the two talking, Declan warily following close behind. He busied himself with looking at all the different types of shops on the sides of the street. They stopped a couple feet away from the two, Saharie's tail flicking back and forth.

"I will take what is mine, with FIRE and BLOOD."
Katástropheas 'The Mother of Dragons'

There was a profound excitement in the air now, it lingered and a feminine organism's tune was on point with the rhythm of the wind, the glorious odor of fresh sea salt in the air beckoned her towards its crusading tentacles of raging current. For a short period of time she analyzed the nameless girl with soft delicate oculars, her burning pools of sapphire irises flooding with a viral infusion of emerald nectar around the core; giving her celestial canvas and mouthwatering appeal. Katástropheas ushered her way over to her dragons, eyes rolling in slight irritation toward the petite female. She wasn't one to Mendel in private affairs, so why must these puny humans be so keen on mendling in hers. Once the alabaster haired goddess was satisfied the goddess, she would settle back upon the chest of Krátos- who so willingly complied and arched his enormous head downward as if shielding his beloved Katá from anything that could harm her vessel. Katá, whom chuckled at Krátos protective nature, simply glances over at the girl and her dragon. Sybïl quickly becoming uneasy, her own body taking graceful steps in front of Katá as if guarding her from the other dragon, venomous growls emitting from massive jowls as the colorful female dragon hissed in there direction; a delicate warning. Katástropheas snickered, strokes her dragons with each hand before ancient remedies of Greece start to pour out from vast chambers.

"You're quite the careless one, mendling in some strangers business, don't you know that's how you get yourself killed in these parts. But, trust me my dear, whatever happened in that saloon, is better left buried."

Velvet whispers are sewn into the wind as Katástropheas glanced over at the other female standing just inches in front of her, she hadn't expected her to still be there - watching her with an expression that only held purity. Then again, did anyone in this day and age ever have a backbone doused in sweet saliva of tender loving? Probably not. Katá surely wasn't one of them, so it was slim to none in ever coming across a vexed person of angelic counterparts. Her questioning gleam spoke of many things, yet when she opened those large embouchure's the inquire came falling apart one by one. Well, there's a lot she could say, both rich in criticisms and compliments. But that would take a life time for her to explain the good and bad things of what exactly happened back there, so she decided to keep her mouth shut for the meantime and simply stared at the ground. To the right of her, where the Krátos harbors his being close to hers, she noticed his bodice start to shuffle and in response to his movements she'd peer up at him as his head rotates to the shadows - watching carefully as growls surfaced from his thorax, lyrics flooding from his chambers. His tongue of speech only understandable between dragons, but since she was raised by them she learned through native language. Katástropheas narrowed her eyes, with her own crown she turned to face the direction Krátos was eyeing.

Κάποιος παρακολουθεί, στις σκιές.
(someone's watching, in the shadows.)

Krátos explained with a low echoing roar of outrage, his scales tightening while his muscle fragments shifted - making him look twice his size.

At first Katástropheas scowled the silhouette within the darkness, squinting her eyes to focus on the shadows that slowly outlined the skeleton of a man and his dragon. She was curious, like a cat, she would prowl - but wouldn't and couldn't. Sybïl stopped Katá from going any further toward the masculine, her large paw forbidding her to proceed. The silver dame sighed, her head tilting to one side as she inspects the shadows once again.

She wouldn't speak, no, not yet - for now she would simply allow the man to introduce himself before she too would poke at his soul.

Sybïl

Krátos

Declan had been quietly listening, although suddenly, all eyes were upon him and Saharie. Her scales rippled and turned to all black with uneasiness -- often the hues of her scales operated alongside her moods. Before they could go any farther, Declan uttered a small sigh. Why was everyone so dramatic? He stepped out with his hands up, his snow white locks being tousled by the small breeze. "I didn't mean to spook you all. I just happened to overhear your..conversation." He wasn't sure if he could call it as such, considering the elf woman's tone before he approached was rather rude, and seemed to cut their interaction short. Declan had to resist the urge to move some of his hair over his ears, thus, they poked out in small pointed tips.
Saharie slowly came out of the shadows, her iridescent shimmering scales returning to their natural colorful state in small blooms. She was still uneasy around the massive black male dragon, but she snaked out behind Declan, touching the side of his shoulder with the tip of her snout. She gazed at the two other girls with a quiet judgement, per usual for the dragonness.

(Mo mo, sorry, but the thread wasn't turning up in my notifications! I'll post in a second.

Laia - 20 - Female

Laia smiled at the much taller woman, turning to the man tending the stall. He recognized her and ducked down to retrieved the lead and collar she gave to him to be repaired, giving him a quiet 'thank you' as he handed her the leather collar and lead. She turned to see Fae had moved closer and laughed, "It's okay! It's broad daylight, no ones going to hurt me!.' Fate huffed and held her neck out for Laia to put the collar on, raising her feathered crest to make room for the plain thing.

Fate - 2,489 - Female

Fate glanced over at the unusual pair as she was addressed with a small hello, which she replied with a tight, "Good morning,' before shuffling forward again and letting her feathers raise in what her instincts thought was supposed to be threatening. Fate didn't ever let her watch down around dragons after what happen to Laia's mother. The feathered dragon only relaxing slightly when she felt the familiar weight of the worn leather collar around her neck.

Rolo - 17 - Male

...