Posts by Sylvania

skyrim x boreas - westeros - female dragon
-> very serious and takes the rules seriously, extremely loyal and would die for her house

[justify]Resting in a certain point of the capital was Sylvania, a young dragon born to Skyrim and Boreas; although her mother and father were Targaryens (or so, she thought or believed-- she did not have much knowledge yet), she felt that this house would be best suited for her. She was destined to join this house. She vowed to protect those who needed it, and she could obviously fly-- maybe she could even roast a threat with her fiery breath alone, that seemed fun.

"I wish to pledge my loyalty to the Targaryen house!" The young deep gray and crimson bellied beast tried to project her voice as she waited for others to come, a defiant look flashing in her eyes. After this, her life in Westeros would finally begin-- she would no longer wait in her mother's nest, watching as life passed her by.

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[justify]There were so many ranks and names, it would take a few in order for Sylvania to remember everything and how much power everyone had-- but she was a fast learner, so the four legged dragon should fair just well.

A stern and serious expression was pulled upon the young reptile's features, listening and nodding every time Jocelyn stopped talking.

[justify]Her slightly diluted red eyes first snapped onto the figure of Malak, a woman she'd never met before; she only had seen her mother and siblings, and now reality was hitting her right in the face with these strangely powered Westeros dwellers (though she could not talk because she had the ability to control fire, but the young dragon thought that every dragon had this ability). Because the lady did not speak to her, and she did not talk at all-- not until Moonstruck came along, that is.

The scaled creature turned to face the older man, now, listening to his words and nodding every time there was a brief pause between a sentence. "I don't care for their hatred." She said evenly, her expression hardening suddenly. "No matter the cost, I will protect the house and it's people-- even if it means I have to give up my life!"

More Westeros members came, and that was when she fell silent; her eyes scanned the area, staring at each being one by one, just until her attention returned to Moonstruck.

[justify]Sylvania's red eyes were opened as she heard the somewhat familiar voice of Malak rang in her ears (ear holes?), causing her to shift for a few moments and then finally climb up to her full short height. She was still so young, which meant she was so tiny compared to her full grown form-- but when she was an adult, she would be as strong and big as her father.. or perhaps a bit smaller, since there were of course some attributes that males had which females didn't.. which was a larger size, in most species.

Trotting over, the feather-winged dragon chick had her eyes narrowed as she looked up at all the other dragons (and other beings). She was notably the size of a full grown domestic cat, and yet she was still tinier than all of them! Amazing. She couldn't help but wonder how old all these people are, and how she had yet to see a dragon her age as well, but maybe further on her adventures her inquiry would be answered.

The dark gray and red speckled reptile turned her squinty attention over to Malak now, who seemed to be giving out.. rides. She didn't need one because she had wings too..! But.. she also didn't know how to fly yet. Maybe this would be a good experience. "I want to." The young jewel thief had finally said after pondering her final answer, looking up with a glimmer of slight mischief in her opaque orbs.

[justify]"I'm Sylvania Targaryen!" The young voice of the dragon chick had sounded as she came trotting over, her long nails scraping the ground beneath her; her feathery wings flapped a bit and her thin tail whipped behind her violently. She did not look like a force to be reckoned with-- well, at least to a kitten maybe. She just looked like an angry child when an adult looked at her, most likely-- but she wasn't angry (most of the time), she was just.. spicy. Fiery. "I am in the Targaryen house!" And alas, she knew that because of the rebellion this house was not the most well liked, but that did not stop her from going to where her mother and father both pledged their loyalty to. She wanted to make them proud.

[justify]She was just a kid, so not many problems quite came to her; she did not have a high rank to uphold, and she did not have many reasons to quite hold a hatred towards someone-- or for someone to hate her, of course. Maybe she wished Skyrim gave her more attention, but perhaps her mother was just busy or something. Oh well.

Blinking her crimson eyes a couple times, the dragon chick came to sit down by herself and listen to any problems. As Stolenpaw started speaking, her expression hardened and grew more serious-- not because she disliked the feline, of course not, but because that was just how Sylvania reacted when she was actually listening.

The counselor said you had to help with advice, so maybe she would try.. then again, she had little to any life experience yet, so this ought to be lame. "Make a new family, then." That didn't mean having kids or anything-- sometimes, friends were better than family.

[justify]She'd never gone hunting before, so she was prepared to fail miserably-- but nevertheless, she came trotting forward with a focused look on her face; she scrutinized every detail of the scene around her, just before her attention finally was clipped onto Exodus. She'd never met this man before in her entire life, and he seemed to know what he was doing-- with age comes maturity? Smarts? She hoped she'd get smarter. She was already trying to get down the mature part, and hopefully she was succeeding.

The young dragonlet blinked her almond shaped eyes a few times as she continued staring up at Exodus, not yet breaking her gaze until they made awkward eye contact-- some children like herself did not quite understand personal space or awkwardness yet.

[justify]Never having stumbled over a dead body before, it was strange to see lifeless and mangled pieces of people who were once as lively as herself; it did not affect her as much as it should have, seeing as where kids were still very emotionally invested in most things. It wasn't that Sylvania was lacking the emotions, or that she didn't know how to put them into use, it was just.. weird.

The young dragon narrowed her eyes as she slowly walked around the bodies, tightly pressing her feathery red wings against her spiky body so blood would not accidentally contaminate her clean form. She was examining each corpse, checking to see if any were alive-- but unfortunately, she saw none. "Were any of them one of us?" Oh no, what if one was a Targaryen? Then.. she would be failing as a protector.

`w` Anyone want to plot, or at least have a thread?

Yaaaay good luck! :^D

SYLVANIA TARGARYEN -- youth of westeros && targaryen house
+ Daughter of Skyrim x Boreas ; three months old
+ Fiercely loyal & has a feisty attitude
+ Female dragon

OPEN TO -- Being taught life lessons, learn how to fly, being gifted jewels, friends, enemies, rivals (!!!), etc. (she's open to nearly everything, just ask)

CLOSED TO -- Litters, love plots, being killed or captured

"Sylvania Targaryen, sir." She corrected him quite quickly, making sure he knew her name: she did not want to be forgotten or mixed up with someone who she was not, but it was not that much of a big deal, so she did not choose to make such a big uproar over it. Besides, was she being polite about it? She didn't have an attitude at least. But anyway, she quickly followed up with a quick, "Thank you, I won't let you down!", with a bow of her ram-horned head. And then, as quickly as she came, she retreated back to her den where she would try to go and find Skyrim to tell her.

Of course! :^3 Who makes it?
i don't blame you hehe I need Sylvania to interact more

[justify]"I want to join the tour." She was a Targaryen, not a Stark, so she did not know any of their territory at all-- but regardless of this, the young dragon found it easy to tag along on this miniature journey into the other family's section of Westeros. She found herself bounding along to stand beside Moonstruck, whom was hte man who allowed her into her parents' house; she had some knowledge that because she was technically "born" into it she didn't have to pledge her loyalty, but she did not care. She wanted to do it the old fashion was! If.. that was hte old fashion way, at least. She wanted to do it her way.

Thanks a bunch! nwn

[justify]Another Targaryen! Her ruby red eyes glimmered slightly (though they looked squinted and mean) as she gazed upon her house-member, trotting over and staring at her with curiosity. She could almost smell the Targaryen on her, but yet she didn't have the opportunity to learn her name-- maybe in the future.

Sylvania's attention was ripped away from Elentiya the second that Khal spoke, and instantly her own temper had flared up. She was about to reply with a snappy 'how dare you barge in here with no manners' to the nasty looking hybrid, but Jocelyn herself had come forward-- she seemed quite calm about his demanding tone, which was surprising to hear.

[justify]A look of disgust has been thrown upon the young dragon's features as the blood wafted beneath her nose, and instantly she threw her head back. "I will kill whoever laid this threat before Westeros!" She declared a bit loudly, though with her somewhat squeaky voice it may have been hard for someone to really take it seriously. Unless they did, then.. well.. good for her. She would not let the perpetrator have it's own skin! She would not let them breathe again! She would protect Westeros, for she was a Targaryen!