BENEATH THE ICE — OPEN, JOINING

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    Odahviing plummeted from the sky, his great wings suddenly weak as he was hurled downward from the heavens above. The dark, ebony clouds that had opened in the sky then faded, and it left only Odahviing's trail in it's wake. His body was glowing slightly, and eyes were were ablaze with curiosity and something akin to amusement. He was coming down hard and fast, but if he landed, he would feel only an ache upon impact with the earth. His golden-amber gaze caught sight of a peculiar mountain, with a staircase going into the sky bordering it. Odahviing felt the wind of this new, peculiar world catch his wings just a moment too late—he had already made contact with ground before the mountain. His body slid through snow, dirt, and mud as he came to finally stop. A large trench was left in the dovah's wake as he let out a breath. Hot smoke shot from his nose, and he opened his eyes once more. The dragon used the claws on his wings to push himself up, and he looked about, his tail swinging idly as he assessed the land before him. It was as if he hadn't just crashed into the earth like a meteorite seconds ago. Odahviing swung his head about, and began to move quietly, his lips opened slightly, embers poking from between them.


    He was growing bored with looking about the forested area and the bottom of the mountain, so the dovah cast his gaze up towards the peak—the staircase. He moved forward and hooked the claws on his wings into crags and began to pull himself up, a low hiss escaping his jaws as the small staircase came into view. “Los daar jul?” he questioned to no one but himself, looking up towards the staircase. It lead into the clouds, where whatever was above was concealed by thick, alabaster shapes. Is this mankind. Surely, it couldn't have been. Only the dov occupied the skies. A small thread of hope caught itself about Odahviing's chest, and it pulled tight, before loosening once more. Odahviing moved forward and pressed a claw to the staircase, listening to the slight clink it made in response. Then, he opened his jaws and Shouted.


    “Yol toor shul!” A swathe of flames erupted from his mouth, as he used his Voice to scorch the stairs. He silenced himself, and gazed at the steps. They were only slightly burned, with marks on the surface, but no internal damage. Smoke tailed from his nostrils and lips as he climbed up fully and took a step onto the stairs, listening to them creak softly under his weight. He laughed. “Ah, fin weight do aan dovah.” He shifted back slightly, and stared up at the peak of the steps. Nothing.


    — Words spoken in another odd language was what brought Tavi to the top of the steps. A dragon. Hmm. It was to be expected, she figured. Clearing her throat, she made her way down the stairs and barked, "Hey there! Can I have your name and business?"




    Odahviing's gaze cast up towards the red fox as she began to approach, taking careful steps down the stairs. Not men. Creatures. The dovah craned his head up and grumbled softly, tilting his head slightly as he swung his powerful tail back and forth. He remembered seeing foxes, or their furs, strung up in mens' homes. Fox furs made up their armor, or leather for their insignificant weapons. The large dragon exhaled softly, and slight jets of smoke left from between his lips. He was surprised to hear words coming from a creature, who wasn't dov, as it wasn't normal where he was from. Dragons and men were the old creatures that spoke. “Odahviing,” he began, his Voice booming slightly. “A dovah, dragon, from another tiid, time. Another place, rather. What is this place?” He sighed once more, shifting his great weight as he relaxed slightly. Something inside Odahviing made him rather sullen to have not seen another dovah yet, and it made his heart and soul ache slightly.

    — So he did speak English. Good. Tavi was worried she was going to have to try telepathy or something. Odahviing was his name, and wow, that was a really weird name. And it seemed "dovah" and "tiid" meant "dragon" and "time", respectively. Unique, very much so. "Oh, this is BlizzardClan! We all live here. If you wish to join us...we'd love to have you!" she barked. He did seem very friendly. Tough, too.




    A "clan." It sounded simple enough, as Odahviing had heard of clans among mortals and men alike. It was a group of species banding together for support, food, and shelter. Dov did something like that, but they merely stayed around each other for company or wisdom. Maybe, they were joined together to suppress mortals and to destroy—the reason behind dovs banding together was always different and ever-changing. The dovah snorted, casting jets of smoke Tavi's way that dissipated quickly. “Kogaan, joor.” He bowed his great head slightly, and brought it back up once more. “Ah, thank you.” The dovah was used to not having to translate himself, as from where he had come from, men refused to listen and dov all spoke the same language respectively. He also didn't add on the "mortal" part, as perhaps having oneself called "mortal" wasn't the most inspiring of notions. He glanced up to the top of the staircase again, then back to Tavi. “Hi joor lahney ko fin lok? You... creatures live in the sky?” It was certainly an odd prospect. In his land, his universe, his tiid, mortals stayed put down below. The sky was mastered and free-reign to the dov and any other feathered creatures that could take flight and soar among the clouds.


    and if the stars collide, will you relieve my soul?

    "In the islands, yes," Aleksei explained as he approached. The bandages were irritating him again, but he stoically bore them as he approached the massive dragon, his remaining eye sparked with obvious interest. That was a different language he was hearing, after all. Where did Odahviing come from? It was obvious that the massive dragon wasn't from around here from the way he introduced himself and his line of inquiry.


    "Still on land, though. Just floating in the sky." Despite his interest in the creature, there was still a hint of wariness since this was quite a large and formidable dragon.

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    Languages were such finicky, yet fascinating concepts. Angeldust idly wished that under different circumstances that they could have been born another creature, in another country speaking and immersing themselves into another culture entirely. The simple wonders of just exploring the unique offerings each of these complex structures formed over thousands of years had them akin to evolution of the physical kind, but a lot easier to document. Although there would be the odd result of being born another culture, that one could not enjoy said culture's exoticism due to the native status. This factoid did not deter the kitsune's ardent daydreams. But all had been sorted for Angeldust anyways - because they were born to two nomad exiles of many clans, birthed most likely in the sanctuary of Sunclan.


    Joining the forms of the pair of Blizzardclanners already on the scene, Angeldust's sapphire gaze raked over the behemoth of a creature with curiosity piqued. Odahviing's form was an uncommon sight, but Sqa'ark and Judgementday did come to mind at the sight of a dragon. "You speak a language foreign to my ears." Angeldust began to remark on the peculiar words Odahviing seemed to keep using. Almost as if he were expecting someone to understand him. "Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"


    (welcome to blizzardclan!! :))


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    Odahviing craned his head to face Aleksei as he appeared, explaining that they actually lived on floating islands, yet they were still in the sky. He gave a slight interested huff, and looking up once more. The large dragon lashed his tail and shifted once more, and he gave a small, bemused huff. “Hi sivaas ensosin zu'u. Such unlike the joor, mortals, in my realm. Keeping their feet to the gol, leaving the lok to the dov.” The dovah laughed then, his voice deep and chest rumbling as he swung his great tail once more. He felt Aleksei's wariness, and he gave something akin to a smile. “I sense your wariness of me, joor. Such as the mortals of my home-realm; all so wary of the dov.”


    For Odahviing, the dragon language was a natural flow to him. It was his birth language, and the basic form of communication for all dov and dov-like. Their Voices were the most captivating part of their language, as those who didn't know of it would come to see. The dovah craned his pastel copper gaze towards Angeldust. These creatures were all odd, and much different from where Odahviing had come from. In his realm, only some unnatural creatures, much like dragons, walked the earth. Other than that, there was mankind in his many forms. The dovah felt a slight smile curl at his lips, and he chuckled. Of course his language was foreign. Dov, and dov only, knew the dragon language. Those who studied it knew the basic principles of the dragon language, but they did not know the soul nor magnificence it held. Then, the question of where he had come from had the dovah's heart pang in slight loneliness and yearning. “Lein. Another realm, not accessible from this plane—not anymore. It is no more. Sizaan wah tiid. Gone. Another tiid, my hofkiin.”


    and if the stars collide, will you relieve my soul?

    Though some of the words Odahviing spoke were foreign, Aleksei could guess their meaning in context to what else was spoken. The BlizzardClanner tilted his head as he saw Angeldust approach in the corner of his eye and he gave her a small nod of greeting before his blue-eyed gaze went back to the dragon.


    Odahviing didn't seem to mean them any harm, judging by the way he spoke and acted towards them. He was friendly, Aleksei deemed. "Well, you're free to stay, if you would like to see everything," Aleksei returned with a nod.

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