Posts by rhymescheme

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Krystal - sure yeah ray's never going to be cool with sweet

Oddi - that sounds awesome - like this 'I care about you but I'm not going to say it' thing

Scotty - definitely has potential! could you make a thread?
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She pulled herself over, her ears twitching as she took in Vendaval. Yes, this was small enough for her. As long as it wasn't in front of everyone - although she kept forgetting how much smaller that everyone was in Dorne than in WindClan. The tiny dragon's shoulders ached a little from all the dragging she'd been doing lately. If only her wings would start functioning again she could fly about. But Cloudhouse's hopes had yet to pan out. "Can you please explain what this…this council is? And what might be required?" she asked cagily, clearly wary and ill at ease.
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hmm yes I believe they do. could you make it?
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Rhy considered this quietly. The tiny dragon was not sure about this…council. It made her feel far too involved in Dorne, as though she was betraying her home. Rhymescheme's tiny claws dug into the earth and she looked down at her mutilated foreleg. She felt a shiver go through her despite Dorne's warm climate at the memory. Was it so bad to be here, in Dorne? She felt safe here - unlike her home. "I can't make any promises to you, prince. This isn't my home," she said slowly. "But I suppose you are welcome to my advice. I have given my fair share in WindClan," she considered.
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"BloodClan does not take their enemies lightly if they truly provoke them…even a long time afterward, incidents will happen and they will fall back into a flurry of blows and battles. Peace will not be achieved if you strike back: you are turning into a lifetime - no, a dynasty - of being enemies." Since Rhymescheme was not one of them, she did not give any opinion as to whether she thought Dorne should war or otherwise. It was Oberyn's choice. All she had was her experience dealing with them.
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Unintentional, then. That was hardly surprising. The tiny dragon narrowed her eyes, backing up as best she could just a small amount. She would give the people who knew Florence to get closer. She was probably just in the way as it was. At least she was only a small thing to be in the way. "It's not the most startling I've seen," she said quietly.
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Broken things. Rhy had spent almost all her life in that category. She forgot how to walk. She was forgetting how to fly. She was forgetting what it was like to feel as though you had anything worth a thing at all. Rhy often hovered on the edge of despair, never taking the plunge but pulling away from everything she had, afraid.

The tiny dragon shivered slightly, her ears falling closer against her head for a moment as a rumble of a vision passed over her. She watched it with growing irritation, as it did not seem to give her any important knowledge whatsoever. It was just a vision - not even tipped with violence, as all her strongest were. There was only one vision she really wanted to see more of - the one concerning Justicebreaker, Rhy's only…were they even friends? They'd been rather brusque with each other the last time, for Rhy had been keeping plenty from her and the white wolf had not appreciated it. Rhy did not feel guilty, however. She stood by what she'd said. Rhy had little enough in this world - should she not get to keep her secrets?

If she was aloof and unliked, it was her own fault. But that did not make the pill any easier to swallow. She had been pushing away for so long, she didn't fully know how to break out of the walls and move forward, even when the visions weren't haunting her or breaking into her mind at inopportune times.

Think of the devil and she will appear. The rain started in slow drops, thin enough not to be an undo bother. In fact, Rhy rather liked the rain. The only thing that suited her about the city was its doom and gloom. One could lose him or herself in an alley and not see another person, concealed in the darkness if anything did come along. She pulled herself into a half-sit and raised her flayed foreleg up toward the sky, feeling the water droplets on her recently rent flesh. How was it possible to be more broken or less broken? Once something was broken, that was it, wasn't it? How come she could keep falling then?
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Rhy had not been seen for several days. She doubted anyone had missed her in the slightest, and she would likely give no reason for her absence, although the scent of Dorne was thick between her paws. There was no denying where she'd been - but that was a private matter and Rhy, of course, had always kept her peace. Except when she hadn't, and that had tended to get her into difficulties with the head honchos she disagreed with.

She had taken a Dornish horse as well - she hoped Oberyn would not mind. One could assume, she had convinced herself, that being part of his council, she deserved a means of getting more quickly to Dorne than her own faulty body. Upon the horse's rump - much to its great displeasure, Rhy well knew - the double headed snake lay curled up. Hazo kept watch with a wary eye. Hobah was facing forward, staring at the city as they approached with wide eyes. "Thissss issss WindClan now?" he asked with an arrogant dislike in his tone.

Rhy smiled sourly. She knew Hobah was of good opinion - at least at times. When he wanted other things from her…well she had not always missed him, that was certain. "You haven't seen the best of it," she replied dryly. It looked better from the outside. On the inside, she felt as though they were nothing but a band of refugees slowly wasting away in an already abandoned crumbling artifice.
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Rhymescheme wondered at his change in tone. What had made him shift his words around? Was he afraid of something? She tilted her head for a long moment, considering him as she told the horse to halt. It obeyed with slight irritation, but Rhy could improve that mood quick enough. That was the bonus of being rather gifted with emotional manipulation. Sometimes she wasn't sure it was an altogether wholesome thing, however.

"I found what I was looking for," she confirmed. The horse's tail swished, picking up on her agitation. The gelding's hooves moved uneasily, shuffling. Rhy wished she had the same freedom of movement as he. Of course she would still take a higher mind over mobility…

Hazo chuckled, which from the snake sounded like a bizarre rattling with an unmistakable hiss. "Now you'll find out if that was wise," he murmured good-naturedly. Hobah's tongue twisted out of his mouth, tickling his conjoined brother's head with the V. "Wise is not the word," he warned. Hazo shifted away, trying to pull away from Hobah, which was, of course, impossible. His bright gold eyes stared deeply at Maelstrom. "How old are you?" the viper asked. "Desssscribe yoursssself in three wordssss or lesssssss," Hazo instructed.
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Rhy turned her head to glare at Hazo. Well that hadn't taken long. Shut up, the advisor thought fiercely to him. He only flicked his tongue at her, and she knew well what was on his mind. "A little young," he considered with a tilt of his head. "But certainly of acceptable temperament."

The tiny dragon snapped her teeth at him. "You're aware you're talking aloud, aren't you?" she said darkly, giving Maelstrom an apologetic look. Her attention however, was diverted by Ed's appearance and how to answer his question. She considered briefly not doing so - and was rather leaning toward it when Hobah got offended by the shrimp. "Pet? Hardly," he said, the viper's tail giving a warning shake. "We are no petssss."
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Rhy's body tensed as she heard her name. The tiny dragon glanced over at Tokyo, suppressing a shiver and trying to force herself upright once again. No need to look like the old pitiful miser she was. "Nothing," she breathed out slowly. Of course it was a lie - and it wasn't a particularly good one either.
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Rhy could maybe confront her about her vision or just try to reach out to her or something? Please don't kill her, then Rhy would be all alone in the world
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Oh right. This was the stuff she was supposed to be doing. Rhymescheme took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she moved forward with small pulls. She hadn't been around much lately and she still had a touch of the Dornishmen on her. Was she betraying her home clan? Rhy wasn't sure. She didn't know how to walk this line. "You're not trying to plant one of everything, are you?" she asked with curiosity.
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And here she'd come because Hazo had told her there was something important going on. Well! Rhy should have known better. Anything Hazo thought was important was likely nothing at all. The double headed snake slithered still forward. The funny thing was that Hobah hadn't corrected his brother's delusions.

"Flower crowns?" she asked, a note of apprehension behind her derision. "This is what you wanted to show me?"

"You will owe ussss," Hazo said, "sssso I want sssomething. Make one for me!" the viper demanded. Rhymescheme looked determinedly away from him, trying not to think of her missing son and whether or not he would have wanted a crown of his own. She had always thought they were foolish, but if he wanted one…

Rhy pushed away Hazo's prompted flower. "No," she said firmly, forcing the hints of tears from her tired eyes. The snakes were not her children. They were murderers. "Ask someone else."
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Spirits. Rhy had enough dealings with them to last a lifetime. The tiny dragon breathed out as she pulled her way along the landscape of this still somewhat unfamiliar home. No - this place would never be home. Not to her. She had another home, a greater home, one that made her happier and where she felt freer. She could not feel safe, but she could still feel more secure and…and a part of the world. Lately she felt almost like a guest in WindClan, someone who did not properly belong. She blinked as she saw someone else on the far reaches of the world. "Tokyo?" she asked softly.
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Rhy could sense something off about the young Shireen. She was a quiet one - and not like Sharkattack, who want never wanting for something to write down and then you had to stretch your head around and come closer just to see what they had to say. Rhymescheme pulled herself closer to the child, who still managed to be larger than the diminutive green dragon.
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The golden-eyed snake twisted toward Ed. "Young. But full of spirit," he said, regarding Edward with quiet interest. He did not seem at all offended by the question - but neither was it one he was going to answer at the moment. He seemed rather to have forgotten the query as he now stared at the younger advisor. "Are you attached to anyone?"

"Hobah…" Rhy growled darkly, just as Hazo piped up with another insipid drawl. "Joiners?" He laughed again, in his strange way that was mildly unsettling. "Do you really think we would want to join this pissss-"

Her whiskers twitched tightly and her jaw tightened. Hazo. Perhaps she should have just stayed in Dorne with these two - they couldn't be trusted to take out in public. "They're guests," she said quietly. Her gaze tipped toward Shifting. "Thank you," she murmured softly.
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Why did she not speak? What was the reason behind it? Are you alright? she pressed, opening her mind and reaching out with it for Shireen. Rhy hadn't used this particular mental power very often, and never in Dorne, so she wasn't sure exactly how well it would work out. The tiny dragon was a tad bigger than Shireen, although she was a slight thing herself and could have fit in the palm of ones hand.
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"You too, huh?" she asked tiredly. A low level of distress hummed out of the small dragon. Rhymescheme tipped her head away from Tokyo's limited view range. The advisor felt drained being around by so many people who could slip in and out of bodies like the shedding of a skin. But there was something different about her - or there had been for a moment, Rhy reflected. It was as though there had been something more.
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Rhy tipped her head. "I suppose, if you were to catch him in his act, there could be no reason BloodClan could contrive to take offense, if they were to find out." The tiny dragon knew that sometimes, with the way people could change their whole appearances in a flash, that sometimes the only way to convince one of someone's treachery was being there the moment it occurred. That was the only was anyone would have believed her with Finn. This, of course, was another matter entirely. "Of course if he has friends, it won't matter." She didn't know enough about the individual in question to know what effect his death might have politically.
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