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Post by LDF on Dec 21, 2003 0:44:17 GMT -5
Niffern blushed again, looking back at the direction of Kirsha, but not looking directly at her. "Twould be better if some of our kind averted to the older ways. Some things should just be kept alive..." Niffern muttered softly. He looked at the other dragons in the meadow. "But with dragons like them," he paused, glancing at Kaioda and then looking away, "we are seen as brutal creatures, when more than half of us aren't."
Niffern paused again, before blurting out suddenly, "I think my grandfather spoke of a wise white dragon... I think he might have been talking about you." He looked up at Kirsha, his face not as red as before.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 21, 2003 0:56:33 GMT -5
Kirsha looked at him for a long time, pondering his words.
"I do not know what you speak of. We are seen as brutal creatures because we ARE brutal creatures. Haven't you felt that immortal fire burn in your heart? Haven't you tasted the ash on the wind and the blood rituals against your soul? Those are the old ways, the ways of power and of our eternal war of dreams against reality. Not all of us can adhere to these ways because to do so we would destroy the earth in our immortal rage. I am not wise. I follow the old ways and thus am bound to this primal and destructive force. The ones that embrace reality are the wise ones, they are the ones who think and reason. I only feel and react."
She looks as him curiously then, her tail slowly moving as if tracing her thoughts.
"Do you wish to follow the old ways now that you know?"
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Post by teghan62 on Dec 21, 2003 1:16:11 GMT -5
((Name: Aephyr
Description: Pitch black, has two sets of wings with an outlinign of silver. First set is huge, second set extremely small. Very small dragon, fast flyer because of wings, doens't have a problem wtih the huge set or anything. No magic or special powers.
Personality: The "Fsking-leave-me-alone-demnit" type, couldn't care for others, often quiet and in the backgroud.))
Aephyr had been staring at Kirsha. Hearing her last question, she muttered under her breath, "Old ways, huh, who cares? Might as well just live yer own life the way ye want it and leave it at that."
With a small sniff of distaste, she spread out her huge wings for a small moment, flapping them to keep them from falling asleep. "No point to it."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2003 12:10:22 GMT -5
((Ah, well, 'tis cool all the same ^_^))
Silver growled low in her throat, and her dark scales turned darker with embarrasment. 'Well, I am sorry I haven't the extreme will power of your almighty self to remember all of a language long-lost to dragonkind,' she said softly and irritably. She turned away and walked off.
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Post by LDF on Dec 21, 2003 13:09:39 GMT -5
Niffern looked to the ground for a long time, the words of Kirsha flowing in his thoughts. "No," he finally said, looking up at her. "I have felt the fire burn in my heart, the taste of ash on the wind, the blood rituals against my soul. I do not think I would like to revert to the older ways. It wouldn't truly be me. Thank you, but I wish not to." He turned away. "I wish not to be destructive, because I am not."
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Post by ice on Dec 22, 2003 0:14:39 GMT -5
"Nli'ck," swore Artemis looking around once again "so many of them, eh, I'm not to sure about this, perhaps i shouldn't have left. I'm not sure if they take kindly to dragons who are...owned,' he shuddered violenty and sighed, sitting down and curling his tail.
(OOC: I 'aven't been here in a while ._.)
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Post by Rider on Dec 23, 2003 11:21:11 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300](Sorry guys! I almost forgot about this RP! Stupid Rider.)
Kia turned to Silver, her eyes burning like dying coals. "Poor location, far too large of a gathering, and far too much noise and smoke coming from one area. Fool queen. She's never been on the long and dusty road. She has never wielded a spell or a sword, nor tasted the bittersweet blood of a foe. Never has she been pierced by the arrows of Hunters, nor does she know of the agony they cause." Gingerly, Kia touched a scar on her shoulder, perilously close to a major vein. "Far more painful than regular arrows, for you know when they pierce you that the chances of getting out are slim to none. That drops of poison now run through your veins. And that your head shall be displayed in a hall as a trophy, your scales made into dragonhide tunics, gloves and boots and your heart put into a simmering cauldron for a spell that most likely won't work anyway."
Then she turned to Kirsha. "My name, too, is in an ancient tongue. Herith Kiateny. Golden Warrior. I know not if it is the tongue you speak of or a tongue kown only to the dragons of the East." [/glow]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2003 11:31:59 GMT -5
Silver looked at Kia, and said, 'My name now is a mutation of the name I once had... in the old language, my true name is Sialvier Medihyght. But when my clan diverted from all the old ways, my name was changed.'
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Post by Rider on Dec 23, 2003 13:52:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"So I heard." Kia said. "My herd in the East follows a different set of customs than yours do, but they blend the new and old ways. Such customs are beautiful together and compliment each other, like harmony and melody. Unfortunately, the tune is becomeing more and more broken as time goes on. The new ways become complex."[/glow]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2003 16:33:45 GMT -5
'The song has turned to no more than discordant noise as far as I am concerned. Sialvier Medihyght, as well as all the other names, words, just the language of old was already a beautiful song to me. Now I have fogotten that song. I remember only a few words of the old language... I wish I remembered more. The new ways are very complex... they seem to change by the day.'
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Post by teghan62 on Dec 23, 2003 17:57:46 GMT -5
Aephyr had bee basking in the sun, listening to random conversations with ehr keen hearing. At hearing the word "owned", she got up instantly, her huge wings folded do tightly that they were almost impossible to see, making her look like merely a black lizard.
She strode over to Artemis, the dragon she has heard speaking. "'Scuse me, but what... what do you mean by owned?"
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Post by LDF on Dec 23, 2003 18:14:01 GMT -5
"My name originally was Nifverneh, but my father thought it would be better if they changed it to a less... older tongue. The way I speak might be different from your's, but I am young, and from farther north," Niffern paused, thinking he had said too much.
He looked towards Aephyr and Artemis, whispering to himself, "Owned...?" He shook his head, muttering, "A dragon cannot be owned."
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Post by teghan62 on Dec 23, 2003 18:24:47 GMT -5
Aephyr turned around to face Nif, sitll not looking like a dragon. "Yes," she stated, "Nothin' is owned. 'Least ways, nothin' that c'n 'ave its own free will is."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2003 18:25:11 GMT -5
'Owned??!!' Silver's wings shot outward, tail lashed, talons dug into the ground. 'No dragon can be owned. The spirit and soul of a dragon... it is impossible to contain such a thing.' She relaxed slightly, her scales still glittering angrily.
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Post by LDF on Dec 23, 2003 18:39:22 GMT -5
"A dragon cannot be owned," Niffern repeated, pausing again. "We have our own free spirits. Like what she said," Niffern looked to Kirsha, then looked back to Artemis, "we are brutal creatures. Nothing can contain something brutal, unless something of greater power had something to do with your being owned."
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