Posts by descendant h.

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    The male had been lying down on his back with a snort of annoyance. He was where? Well in his room. It was so boring here at the moment. To calm and quiet. To still. He wanted action. He leap off his bed and walked into the hallway as he padded down it with annoyance and irritation clear and visible in his own expression.


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    The male turned his head to the three gathered as he yawned, keeping his blunt expression as he shook his head. "Nothing is wrong." he spoke before sitting up. "Hello Alciel, Jessamine, and Nico. How are you three today?" he questioned with minor interest. He then glanced at Nico. "Nothing." he spoke bluntly. He was more grumpy then usual but eh.


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    The male padded forth and raised a nonexistent brow in confusion. He sniffed at the body before pulling his head back. What the hell was this? A human? "It's rotting corpse is going to stink up this place." he muttered with a small snort before then seating himself. "Of course however, I've never tried human flesh." he thought out loud with the twisted thought. Besides, it was dead already so what else was the point?


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    The male padded forth, following the three. "Welcome to the Vanguard. I'm Descendant." he spoke with his blunt voice and a small nod.


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    The male padded up besides Nico, glancing at the body with a huff of annoyance. "What a waste of good food." he grumbled as he rummaged through the corpse before finding the bottle and snorting. He threw it over the border and then shapeshifted into his large dragon form and dragged it away from the border. Such a shame they'd waste good food.


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    Well shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. If he could, he would of spewed out curses at the top of his lungs, but sadly he had been taken away, gone, dragged out, vanished, disappeared. Whatever fucking word you want to use for it. There lied a note and luckily he had wrote it out before he had been taken away by the very scum he despised the most. The Exiles. The handwriting had been sloppy true, but readable nevertheless. That was good.


    "Nico, Alciel, Jessamine, and others. I have been captured and hell, it's by the Exiles of course. I don't have much time on this note but, don't come for me. I don't want you guys putting your damn lives on the fucking line for a bunch of scum. You all have been great to me. Thank you for accepting me in but by the time you read all of this, I'll be dead. Gone.


    Before I go, son, I want you to go to Thunderclan and meet your grandfather, Nosferatu. Tell him about me.. ahem, disappearance. I will be back. But not soon enough. Good day."


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    So this was Westeros hm? The male flew forth, landing on his hind legs as he folded his wings to his sides, walking up to the border as he lashed his broad spiked tail. He was a firey color. Somewhat orange mixed in with some red. Maybe an orange red color? Possibly so. The scaled wyvern waited silently, slit yellow hues glancing over the territory as he sat. He wasn't to sure of this place but at the same time he could see why most dragons would come here. It was interesting in a way.


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    At the sight, Rytmes flew down instantly, landing with a thud as he glanced down at the injured canine. Quickly he went into action. "What happened?" he grumbled before he would then glance around for help. He didn't know anything about healing except the basics like cobwebs so with that, he flew off and returned, cobwebs held in his jaws as he walked forth and lowered his head, aiming to place and press the cobwebs against the bleeding wounds to stop the bleeding or even slow it down.
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    At the call of the alliance, the wyvern flew forth and settled down near the small gathering. He glanced at them through silt hues as he curled his spiked tail around him, wings held against his sides as he seated himself. He was glad the Queen didn't go deep into the alliance, seeing as how it could easily effect them with neutrals and even allies.


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    The male nodded in greeting to the ones gathered, lifting himself to stand upon his hind legs as he glanced at them. Each of them seemed to be different which he didn't mind. "Rytmes, here to join Westeros." he spoke calmly as he scanned over each and every one of them. Lorina seemed to be the one who held the highest authority. Or was he just mistaken?


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    Rytmes was completely not aware of him being Descendant, the ex-Vanguard deputy. He had constant deja vu which confused him but he always chose to shake it off. The male had been flying around, slit hues sharp for anything below him. Below him, he had spotted a nice stream and with that, Rytmes had flew down and landed with a small thud on his hind legs, lowing his head and diving his jaws into the water before coming up with a few fish. He continued this for a while before he finally finished, a small pile of fish behind him before he turned and began to chew and swallow down a few of the scaly creatures.


    Satisfied, the maroon and orange colored dragon flew upwards, taking off as he soared through the skies. He didn't know it but, midair he had changed into a different kind of dragon form. This was one had many horns on the top of it's head, it's scales were colored golden and his hues had changed from the silk yellow to an unusual pastel orange color. Oblivious, Rytmes continued before he landed. One thing he had noticed was that he had two front legs and his wings were now folded against his back instead of his sides. With confusion he glanced at his tail before realizing that it was colored golden.


    Shocked, he began to think about his change. He was smaller now because of his age difference from instead of his old form. It felt old, being smaller then his old form, but he would get used to it easily. Quickly, he tried to get used to walking on all fours which was easy and he sighed in relief before he began to walk through the territory.


    He had just got a new body and got shapeshifting.


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    The male nodded. He actually did have a few questions and he had been wanting to join the Targaryen house so he'd ask what he'd have to do for that as well. "Is it alright if you explain how the houses work? Also I'd like to join the Targaryen house if that is quite alright. What do I have to do to join the Targaryen house?" he questioned calmly before then glancing over to Ed and giving a nod towards him in thanking.


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    Flying along in the clouds himself, the large golden dragon spotted Malak, walking as she had attempted to fly. Diving down, the male glanced at her before giving a nod in greeting. "I'm Rytmes, pleasure to meet you." he spoke before then moving on to what else he had wanted to say. He had just one more thing he wanted to say and since she seemed to be having a hard time with flying, he wouldn't mind helping. "Seems like your struggling with flying? Would you like me to help you?" he questioned the dragoness.


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    So Lorina had more siblings? That was actually quite interesting. Rytmes flew forth, the large golden dragon taking a seat as he lashed his spiked broad tail, glancing at Owen. He had noticed that they were relatively close to Bloodclan and frankly he was glad that they were. The better the allies the more better for Westeros and it's allies. Basically a win and win deal towards him. Nothing is benefited more then the other and everyone is equally benefited from it.


    "Welcome to Westeros. I'm Rytmes, pleasure to meet you." he greeted as he forced a small smile before it faded as he settled himself down.


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    So the Targaryen's were like the leading house? That was what kind of just made it unique towards him, but seeing as the other houses didn't really have an equal chance at leading was kind of disappointing. He shrugged it off and nodded. So he had to swear loyalty? Well that would be easy considering he kind of already felt loyal to Westeros itself and it's houses. "I, Rytmes, swear loyalty to house Targaryen." he spoke. Hopefully he did that right otherwise he would of made a fool of himself and frankly, that wasn't something he exactly wanted.


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