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The girl was young. She was, her body was small. But more often then not, people looked at her marred face with it's cruelly twisted lip and the brutal lines that ran over her left eye and thought her mature. Much older then she actually was. Whatever. It didn't bother Lyra. She didn't care. She wore dark brown leathers despite the hot weather. They seemed to be covering her entire body, some lighter fabric covering the long arm and legs. A belt wrapped around her waist, hidden mostly from the leather, and dangling from it was a dagger black in color with no ornaments to its handle. Simple. But lethal. And it was quite clearly an expensive dagger. She kept her bruised hand close to the dagger, knowing the beggars and thieves were eyeing it up. To them; her leathers and dagger showed she was rich. That was true enough. Lyra was a Lady, equivalent to a Lord. They were right to assume she was rich. But she didn't want them to think of her as some ghastly and stuck up prude cunt. So she walked through the marketplace with no sort of security amidst her.
Perhaps it wasn't the best day to go out in a busy place. Maybe it was fate. Lyra was watching the crowd, her one arm dangling by her side whilst the stump remained where it was, walking with a straight back. Her short brown hair dangling on either side of her oval face. Her skin was the color of chocolate, a darker complexion then most. She let her unusually golden eyes flicker side to side when she spotted Poe. She knew him, of course she did. He was a knight, true and proper, not at all like those fools that proclaimed themselves as such. A smile took to her scarred lips and she strode up to him with the intentions of engaging in conversation or at least seeing what he was doing but several screams of fright took her attention away from the knight. She lifted her head just as the shadow blocked the sun and her eyes adjusted quickly, showing the figure in the sky to be a scaled beast. A dragon. But.. but that was impossible. Her mouth fell open and she took a step back, hand grasping the dagger despite knowing it would do nothing against the flames that may or may not come billowing out that agape mouth. Those things hadn't existed for years, centuries... it wasn't possible.
And yet here they are.
"Well, fuck me in the arse!" Lyra muttered to herself, watching the orange dragon fly above. She noticed, like Poe, that it was searching for something. She had no clue what but she could only hope, only pray, that whatever it wanted was far away from here. Her heart was beating in fear. Only the seven gods knew what that could do to this marketplace if it was angry enough. Lyra managed to make her way to Poe's side. "Ya see what I'm seeing?" The Lady inquired, voice dripping with awe and disbelief.
Ah, it was another noisy and busy day in her stand at the marketplace. Well - it wasn't her stand, her mentor's actually, but she was very much as involved with the making of the goods as he was. Yarithria sighed as she watched the man debate the price of his goods with a customer. Candle making wasn't an extremely difficult craft on its own, but Yari believed the candles they were selling were unique and were made of high quality beeswax. People were so adamant on cheaper prices though, so getting business was harder with a mentor so stubborn on every coin he could get. Their stand only got popular around the more festive months, which weren't to come for a little while. Yarithria yawned as she twirled a small candle in her palms. However, hearing a shuffling of horse hooves, the apprentice chandler quickly looked up with interested. She peeked out the stand, eyes searching through the crowd and easily finding the knight dismounting his horse. Yarithria had seen a few knights before, yes, but it wasn't too often she'd get to see one this close. The girl smiled as the old woman tried to sell him something - she'd seen her trying to sell that egg to everyone. It was understandable to try, though. Weren't they all trying to get some coins, too?
Suddenly Yari felt the normally lively atmosphere stop, and she saw the people in the streets begin to look up, one by one. Then darkness, and the anxious cries. She looked up as well to see the mythical creature sweep through the sky. Her amber eyes widened and she froze - a dragon! Yarithria jumped out of the stand into the street, her eyes not leaving the large winged lizard. She'd fantasized about these before - tried to convince her peers they were still out there - and here was one now, gracing them with an appearance! To her, the creature was beautiful and so colorful, she couldn't resist watching it fly elegantly above them. Maybe she was insane, but today she felt unbelievably lucky. Her eyes darted over to the Lady, who made her jump with such a crude form of speech. The child blinked at the unlady-like language that spilled from her lips and drew in her appearance. How unique she looked among other Ladies Yarithria had seen. The girl nodded, ignoring the fact she wasn't speaking directly to her, and pointed at the sky with a pale hand. "I-It is truly breathtaking, is it not? What a wondrous day t-to be alive ...." she gushed, licking dry lips and uncomfortably looking away - she probably shouldn't have spoken so casually to someone of such class, but she was simply astonished at the moment. Her breathing began to quicken and her palms felt clammy. Maybe this was a bit too exciting, she decided, and began to shrink down in fear at the realization that there was a dangerous being above them that could possibly destroy the whole marketplace.
Lyra looked towards the young girl who she assumed spoke to her. It wasn't uncommon but most of the time, the common people that attempted to talk to her were either trying to sell her something or distract her in order to steal her things. Either that, or they were simply kind people. She believed this little girl to belong to the latter as she truly did seem awed at the sight of the dragon, as everyone was in that marketplace. Her heart was pounding at the sight of the dragon but she turned her body properly towards the young girl and nodded, a warm smile gracing her lips. In the castle, Lyra wouldn't speak as colorfully as she did. She knew that it was an.. unlady-like thing of her to do. To swear so casually but she knew of many Lords that did it all the time besides.. Lyra had always been quite the rebellious Lady. She didn't often listen to rules unless it was by her own choice and not someone else. "Truly." The Lady echoed, not noticing that Yarithria seemed to be uncomfortable about speaking to her when she turned to stare back at the dragon. She bit her lips as it turned back and began to almost hover over the marketplace. Winds billowed around the area, created by the dragons large wings, and she gripped her dagger even more tightly. "I wonder why it's so clo-" A furious screech omitted from the dragons maw caught Lyra off guard and she flinched, stepping back. Seven hells.
Is this the day I am to die? All of us here? Fuck it. She didn't want to die but if she was to right here and now then she would do so with the casual grace but rough edge she so liked to maintain. Her hand clenched and she waited for the dragon to exhale flames and burn them to a crisp. Waited for the silence and the stillness of the marketplace as they all become ashes, the darkness that she assumed death would be- but nothing came of it. The dragon was staring adamantly at an old lady that was clutching.. something that looked akin to dragon eggs. People had played that trick many times before. It had never fooled her nor anyone else. But now that they were seeing a real live dragon, was it possible the old lady had real dragon eggs in her frail hands? Suddenly Lyra was enraged and her face darkened, turning towards the old woman. "You stupid FOOL!" She barked, jabbing her only hand at the eggs in her hands.
Lyra didn't mind it much when it was a friend touching her, in the right place. If it was a stranger, perhaps she'd remove his hand and give him a hard stare but it wasn't- she knew this knight well. He was a good man with a kindly heart and he had no intentions of harming her. Besides, what threat had a hand on the shoulder ever posed? The Lady continued to watch the dragon as it flew, searching for those eggs that the stupid old women held. Then the dragon landed before the lady that clutched those eggs to her chest. Her heart beat rose and she heard Poe's sentence cut off midway through. She didn't blame him, the sight was as amazing as it was terrifying. Almost everyone in the marketplace was staring. Those who weren't either hadn't noticed the beast yet or were simply blind. She knew that the only way the dragon was leaving this place was if the woman gave those damned eggs up or the dragon burnt the old lady to a crisp and retrieved the eggs herself. "Give them to it." Lyra gritted her teeth, praying to the seven gods that the old hag wasn't dumb enough to continue keeping hold of the eggs.
Even as she was staring at the scene, not truly believing she was in the presence of a dragon, she thought back to how long dragons had been known as extinct, gone. The rumors of any scaled beasts had been scorned, laughed at. They were only old legends in stories. And here one was. Most definitely not six feet under the ground. It was alive. Breathing, a fire in it's core. A laugh burst out of her. It wasn't a sincere laugh for this was indeed no laughing matter but perhaps a laugh of shock, of amazement. It couldn't be happening, could it? The dragon was so close that she could... she could walk a couple steps forwards and touch its skin. She assumed it would be rough skin.. scarred, slightly worn. And she wanted to. So she truly didn't know what prompted her to step forwards and slowly, slowly extend her hand to the dragons flank. Her breathing had stilled. It was as if she had a death wish- maybe I do- because she was attempting to touch an enraged dragon. And one more step- her hand was upon it's flank. She closed her eyes, breathing in. Immediately she expected death, jaws snapping around her waist and biting her in half. But nothing came of it. The dragon continued to breathe rage in the old lady's direction meanwhile she was practically ignored.
Lyra was amazed. The skin of the dragon was almost how she predicted but if she ran her hand alongside one way, it was almost... smooth. The other way was rough however. It reminded her of the skin of a snake except the plate like skin was harder. Like nails. "Seven hells."
that morning had appeared to start as any other. valor had woken up from his bed of haystacks and stretched leisurely, relaxing for a few minutes before the farmer's milk maids pushed him off the hay and shoved him out of the barn. the orphaned teen could only grin as they behaved like flustered hens at his laziness, and hurried away to the dog pens. valor's job was simple, really. he was to take care of the herding dogs and sell the newborn puppies at the market. whatever he made was split in half to the husband of the household, and the rest given to him to do as he wished. it wasn't quite an easy income to live off of, but valor was a good liar when it came to pocketing more than he should.
valor had piled the dogs into a wooden wagon and walked toward the market just as the sun was perhaps an hour or two passed sunrise, and patiently sat next to the wagon while holding one of the dogs in his lap, playing with it to keep from growing bored. the farmers wife stood beside him, having already set up her produce shop earlier that day and attracting customers for valor. the horseman caused some excitement of barks and whines within the wagon, causing valor to hurriedly quiet them as the farmers wife shot him a glare. there was a moment of pause before he tossed a sheet over the wagon to keep the dogs calm and carried the one from his lap over to the horseman. he seemed like a wealthy fellow; and valor liked wealthy people.
"sir!" he called out, the dog now chewing on the collar of his tattered cotton shirt. he couldn't get so much as another word out before the sun was blocked from the sky and a thunderous flap of wings startled him. he glanced to lyra as she spoke, and followed her gaze. "oh... wow..." he was speechless, fear but also excitement clutched his heart. he felt cold but warm at the same time. he was entranced by the beast for several moments before shaking his head and focusing now on the girl approaching it. "hey wh... what are you doing?!" he looked from the old woman to lyra. valor grunted and shoved the dog under his shirt and slid under the dragons neck to reach lyra, but stopped short as one of its legs moved forward and almost crushed him. breathless, the young man pulled out his short dagger and backed up until he ended up next to poe.
"i was going to sell you a dog." he began comically as it poked its head from valor's loose collar. "i was wondering, if we're still alive after this, if you'd want to have him?"
valor praelium | male
biromantic heterosexual | crush on no one | single | 1/2 of
warrior| npc x npc | 1.7 years | adopted by finnishwars praelium
bratty | spoiled | cocky | rude
• physically matured
• hundred twenty-six pounds
• 7.4 feet tall
• muscular, lithe build. appears malnourished
• venomous saber tooth fangs reach ten inches out of his mouth
• fire elemental pelt (activates when experiencing strong amounts of emotion)
• scales that cover his entire face and trail down his spine to a rattlesnake tail ref
• fire elemental (mastered)
• super strength (mastered)
• super speed (undiscovered, not mastered)
• time control (undiscovered, not mastered)
• starving (recovering feral)
• scattered gashes and stab wounds
loud | self centered | obnoxious | violent | boastful | takes everything literal
does not understand sarcasm | childish | very athletic
• physically medium| mentally easy
• can NOT powerplay non-harmful actions
• will start and finish fights
• attack in orange