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Summary:

Tempest is a young Arctic Oceanic Drake from a dying breed that’s been poached into near extinction for their ability to manipulate water. Since being liberated from the New Zealand royal navy’s control, he’s been roaming the seas alone for several years in hopes of seeking out other dragonkin.

Personality:

For the most part, he's a jovial type of being, lazy, and an idiot at times, rarely takes anything seriously. 

Abilities:

 

- Aquamancy -

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Tempest possesses an advanced form of water manipulation, being able to create tsunamis, summon hurricanes at will, conjure up storms, whirlpools, or shoot beams of pressurized water at either an enemy or prey. His skills even allow him to influence the water molecules in a person’s blood to a degree. For fast travel across the seas, he can manipulate the surrounding water to propel himself at unimaginable speeds below or above the surface.

- Ice Magic -

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Another unique trait his kind carries. This includes being able to cool his surroundings, freeze a selection of water, create hardened ice spikes that can be turned into projectiles, and cause a devastating hailstorm by freezing a small portion of the heavens. A common defense move used by him is creating thick ice walls.

 


Weather Manipulation - Like the rest of his kin, he can conjure up devastating storms and hurricanes. This allows him to flood entire towns and cities if given enough time. While weather control can be one of his most powerful abilities, it often burns out most of his magic depending on the scale it’s being done on.

Lightning Redirection - Exactly what it sounds like. Knowing basic Atomkinesis has enabled him to draw electrons from the atmosphere until they can be charged enough to create a brief bolt and be projected where he wishes. If not done correctly, Tempest can risk frying himself in the process or anyone around him. This rare attack move doesn’t change the fact he’s vulnerable to electricity naturally. This can only be used if a severe thunderstorm is present.

Weapons:

Poseidon’s Trident - A legendary item given to him by the God of the seas himself. This allows Tempest to use more special forms of water manipulation and can be used as a melee weapon while in human form. In addition, the Trident can break any Ocean bound curse or be used to alter the sea level.

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Appearance:

Tempest is roughly ninety-one feet in length from head to tail. Reflective azure scales cover most of his hulking form, with a golden underbelly and varying turquoise flippers. Three horns can be found bent back across his head almost like a trident, along with emerald serpentine irises, and webbed ears. While he lacks a pair of wings, two large fins remain on his back to keep him level in water. Gold spinal fins run down along his armored back and stop near the end of the tail.

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Long ago sea drake populations used to range in the hundreds per pod, arguably one of the ultimate apex predators with the exception of Leviathan. There were many different variations of them, from their unholy deep-sea cousins to freshwater species, tropic breeds, and many others throughout the globe. While their winged counterparts inland were being wiped out, their numbers in the wild remained unchanged for some time.

With the industrial age came the ultimate decline. As mankind's technology became more advanced, so did their weapons, and that enabled them to finally combat the aquatic dragons effectively despite their docile temperament. But this was not the root cause for their elimination: Pollution of the seas claimed more of their lives than humanity's crusade over could. As a direct result, most became biologically vulnerable and died of illness. All that contamination wiped out many of their pods. Tempest is one of the few survivors of this.

Prior to being forcibly separated from his mother, the juvenile of a drake was captured and had undergone training to serve the Navy for a new program they created. Though defiant at first, they managed to tame him when a woman named Diadena Hernandez was assigned to him as his handler. She succeeded in getting him to corporate and went on a number of missions with her Draconic partner. The two became emotionally attached after a period of time.

Once the news had spread of a decision to dissect him came about, Diadena removed his tracker and turned him loose. From there, he fled from the Naval base before migrating hundreds of miles away.

It was only later until the young Dovah heard a song coming from the shoreline. Something about that melody had drawn him towards it in ways that could not be described, other than an uncontrollable urge to confront it and be with whoever was singing it. The one responsible was what appeared to be a young brunette woman, who was too shocked to flee at the sight of him. In his seemingly delusional state, Tempest showered her with affection in the form of licks, nuzzles, and even attempting to hold her. As if knowing he'd be in danger just for staying out there in the open, she chose to travel and run off with him.

Whether his love for her became willing or was a long-term side effect of her sings, the two became an inseparable pair who got in and out of trouble together.

He was a Sea Dragon, she was a Siren, and neither one had a place to call home.

Together they became an unlikely duo, like two fugitives who had no one but each other to rely on.

As they carried on together, the two became increasingly frustrated with the size difference between them, it almost became a sort of barrier. To compensate for this, he drained the Siren's blood and replaced it with his own, which held some magical properties that could convert another into one of his kind. As a result, Clarion instead became a sea serpent. It was through him that she learned how to hunt prey with her new lifestyle. Them migrating together became a daily routine.

. . .

Sometime prior to meeting a man who forged an adopted family of monsters, something terrible happened that forced their group to disband. In the midst of all that chaos, Tempest and his mate Clarion were unable to locate each other quickly enough and fled separately. Just like last time, he was required to travel alone for a second time.

Hopefully for the last.

 As for his whereabouts, Tempest is currently on an endless migration, whether it be in search of Clarion, the family, or to seek something else. With no one left to turn to, he conceals himself from any boats or ships that would draw attention to himself. He'll frequently roam in shallow waters, and is known to occasionally take on human form to explore any populated coasts thanks to a special transformation powder.

 

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Alternative Muses:

Answerer:

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One of Tempest's surviving siblings, who was captured by Onyx Corp, had his memories wiped, received heavy augments for combat, and trained to be paired with a handler/rider. Like all augmented water drakes, Answerer mostly lacks a personality and only knows how to follow orders due to the brainwashing inflicted by his captors. He has a difficult time when it comes to independent thought.

Now without a rider, the modified brute actively seeks out another in hopes of being given a purpose again, unable to contemplate the idea of choosing his own path or going against what his mind was programmed to do. Anyone with a resemblance to his prior handler, even just personality-wise, is likely to be approached. It's not uncommon for someone to react negatively before Answer either retaliates or continues on.

When interacting with others, one of three things are likely to happen: Either assisting them, eliminating the one in question, or simply ignore said individual. Avoid falling into the wrong category unless he can be subdued.

Trua:

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Being a former prince from a long-lost empire, Trua is a hybrid between an Eastern dragon and a European sea drake, able to wield both water and air-manipulation-based magic. This has enabled him to take to the skies, in addition to being amphibious.

Despite the incredible feats he's capable of, he is unusually small for a Dragon, being only twenty feet long from head to tail. The former royalty suffers from amnesia, unable to remember his past. To make matters worse, he often experiences back problems due to the disproportionate amount of weight on his spine from his body structure, also mute from an injury he received to his vocal cords.

It's common for him to hide his walking disability from others, which affects him even in human form, often choosing to sit in a wheelchair when possible, or swim in water while in his true appearance to reveal the strain on his bad spine. Others may find out from him hurting himself by accident or abruptly stopping during a lengthy walk.

To communicate with others since he's mute, Trua will either use sign language, or physically write words into soil or paper if someone doesn't know it.

 

Mel:

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Being a biological uncle to and the same species as Tempest, Mel is an ancient sea drake who is also Trua's father, in addition to being the former leader of his now long lost pod. Said beast is very well composed due to being literally thousands of years old, he is both the oldest, largest, and most wise member of his kind, often being a father-like figure to those around who befriended him.

Having vast experience in combat, he is a prodigy with water-manipulation magic. It is said that wherever Mel is present, a great tropical storm will follow, and that his aquamancy is so advanced, that he can separate the hydrogen from oxygen, and ionize it to create a burning hot plasma, which can be fired in beams. Mel is also highly proficient in the use of cryomancy since ice is just water in a different form. Despite how devastating most of his ranged attacks can be, the big guy prefers getting up close and personal during a brawl. Very heavy explosives are needed to pierce his armored scales.

Due to his massive size, only large prey is sought after, often favoring large species of sharks (including Great Whites), walruses, and rays. One exception to this is sea lion pups, which he finds sweeter in terms of taste. Despite hunting all sorts of marine life, he does not prey on humans or two-legged beings.

Birthday:

July 7


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  • Out of the corner of her eye, Zoriko noticed the water in the cooler start to boil and bubble. It took quite some effort to keep a smirk from forming when she realized it was bubbling from Tempest's rage. When her manager would wrap his arm around Tempest, he instinctively gave an idea, pulling out her phone to support his thoughts.

    "Are you mad?!" Exclaimed Zoriko's manager. "G-g-ghosts aren't real! Y-you think you can spew whatever you want and I'd believe it???" Stutters filled his words, as he very obviously struggled to speak his mind. Zoriko's tension eased slightly when she noticed the water in the cooler cease its bubbling, and cool down. Zoriko placed her hands behind her back, as if straightening her posture, but the real intentions were not so simple. With a twitch of her fingers she casted an ice spell into the cooler, cooling the water to near freezing point. It was a public cooler nonetheless, and there was no need for it to be boiling, especially in the middle of fall. A sigh escaped her and when she looked up, she caught a glance of her manager snatching the phone out of Tempest's hands. The rude gesture annoyed her, but there was no changing one's character.

    "This...this... p--pub---publicity?! This is... marvelous! G-g-g-ghosts aren't real. Zoe, this is your next assignment, and you have your friend to thank. Go here, make our company famous Zoe! These pictures would send our magazine straight to Nirvana! Zoe, Zoe please don't refuse this time. Nosgoth has a reputation, and I need our magazine to have one too!" 

    Her manager was actually to the point of begging by now, and Zoriko felt somewhat bad about a man of his ego being lowered to this point merely for some stubbornness. Tempest seemed excited about this venture as well, and so for the sake of her friend, she would agree, but not before giving her manager a bit of a hard time. Take this as petty revenge for all the crap she'd dealt with regarding this guy.

    A more sarcastic tone took to Zoriko's voice as she began speaking. Clear to all at this point that she was merely playing devil's advocate and pulling his leg. "What do we get out of such a dangerous venture?" she mused. It wasn't dangerous at all, she was well aware of the presence of the ghosts on board the ship, but ghosts were typically friendly creatures. Few are what the humans refer to as "vengeful spirits", and even then, most of those given that title simple want to tease the living, and scare them a bit. No harm done.

    Her manager scrambled to find his words, before finally touching the topic of compensation according to the value of the art she produces, and equal compensation to Tempest as well. A smirk took to her face now, she'd been holding it back for a while, when she finally agreed. Her manager immediately let go of Tempest to give Zoriko a hug thanking her. THat was a gesture she didn't quite take well, resulting in a pinch, causing him to yelp and let her go in pain. "YOU RUNT---ah GOod Luck on that voyage! I'll call the security and inform them that you two will be going. As for you young man, write your name here, i'll go get you two tags so you don't have a hard time with security." Upon saying that, he handed Tempest a sheet of paper for him to print his name, and when he would, her manager would scurry off to get the materials he promised.

    As soon as he left a sigh of relief escaped her. Zoriko always held her guard way up around her manager, he's clearly a man who wouldn't hesitate to fight her. She continued to feed her papers into the machine after he left, intending to finish before he came back. As the machine did its job, she looked up at Tempest and smiled.

    "I put an ice spell in the water for you, its cold again" she spoke calmly. Zoriko was mostly comfortable around Tempest now, in his presence, she no longer had to think and hesitate before speaking. She chuckled a bit before she spoke again. "Are you excited for this venture? You're getting paid for it as well"

    Zoriko made conversation with Tempest, and before long her manager returned. Great timing, as she'd just scanned in her last drawing. He handed her a more pristine copy of the id she already had, except this one had a plastic casing with the company logo on it, and a lanyard by which she could hang it around her neck. The card itself had her picture on it, and her name printed underneath, in bold blue letters. He handed Tempest an empty sleeve, which was the casing with a lanyard but no id inside. Before they could say anything her manager began speaking, he informed Tempest that they had an id prepped for him, but they needed a picture, and asked him to follow him out to take a picture. 

    When everything was done, they headed out of her cabin, and into the elevator, soon to exit the building.

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    Finally walking down the bustling streets of New York City once more,  they made their way to a restaurant Zoriko swore was amazing. 

    "They have all the foods you could possibly want! I go there with my human friends all the time. They call themselves an international restaurant so they've got an almost limitless menu, and of the things on the menu, you can customize it however you want, so even for people with allergies, its awesome!" As they walked down the street further, they finally stopped by a reasonably crowded restaurant, the sign above said "IntRes", short for international restaurant. Not the most interesting name, but an interesting spot nonetheless. The interior was ambient, with bamboo lining on the walls, with teardrop lights scattered around. It was well lit, more upscale than a fast food place, but not very fancy. A waiter dressed in all black greeted, them, and led them to a table where Zoriko eagerly grabbed a menu, her ruby hues scanning the pages. A similar one was given to Tempest. She ordered large portions of a bisque soup for herself, as well as a sandwich and a salad to the side. 

    "In the sky, we don't have many opportunities to eat meat, so though I eat it occasionally, I am mostly content on a diet of vegetables. When I do eat meat, I eat it in smaller portions, the meal mostly veggies anyway. What about you, what is your palate like?" As they made conversation, Zoriko could be seen dipping portions of her sandwich into her soup. It was something a human friend taught her, though in that case it was a sandwich of grilled cheese, and tomato soup, it was a comfort food popular in the area. 

    When they finished their food, satisfied with their meal, the waiter came around with some tiramisu. Seeing as she didn't order it, the waiter explained it was on the house for herself and her friend as she comes here very frequently. The bittersweet taste to the dessert was a nice way to conclude the meal, so she didn't object. She wasn't much of a fan of sweets, but seeing as it was a perfect balance of bitter as well as sweet, it came to be one of her absolute favourites, ordering it from time to time. Once she paid, they walked out of the restaurant, and looked up at him.

    "You lead this operation captain, I know next to nothing about boats. So what next? Do we head there now or later?"

    This was a sign of trust from Zoriko, allowing Tempest to take the reigns of the mission. She, who usually treads around with caution before dipping her feet into the water, had allowed herself to follow the mission at the behest of another

  • As she opened her blinds, the sun light began to pour in, illuminating the room in its stead. A certain warmth loomed in the patches of light. This was finally enough to awaken Tempest, as she saw him sit up in the corner of her eyes. She sat back down at her dining table, continually sipping her hot coffee. When he scooted over slightly, it gave Zoriko the notion to get up. As such she did, walking to her room and grabbing a clean hair brush off the counter of her vanity. The brush had a rounded square  made from wood. The bristles were also wood, and they were sitting on a soft silicon base. It was a brush she'd found in Italy at some point; handmade.  She handed it to Tempest, with a slight smile on her face. She knew the struggles of bed hair all too well, but she couldn't help but find some amusement at the state of his. Placing it at the table in front of him, she sat back at her table, this time pouring coffee into Tempest's glass, signalling him to join her. 

    Drinking coffee had become somewhat of a ritual for her in the morning. Her anatomy wouldn't allow her to become hooked on something such as caffeine, so it never really buzzed her the way it does for actual humans. Nevertheless, it was something she enjoyed drinking. The elven tribe used to drink something similar, it was indeed a drink made from the arabica bean, just as coffee was, but the drink was more of a puree than a steeped concoction. Thus this smell often held a place in her heart. Zora loved to drink it, and when they were together she'd place a bowl of the stuff in front of Zoriko so they could drink it together, as dragon and rider. Modern technology and the advancement of human civilization allowed her to get these beans for incredibly cheap; what was a delicacy among the tribe was a commodity for the humans.

    His question was received with a nod of approval as she got up once more. No words were spoken, but a gesture to follow her if he would like. She picked up her coffee mug, so it wouldn't go cold, and walked toward her bedroom. When the door was opened, one could see directly in front was a broad window, with plum curtains that draped to the floor, alongside sheer white curtains that lay right underneath. The gentle sunlight illuminated a room with dark wooden floors. Her furniture maintained a white theme, as her vanity has a white frame, and her bedframe and nightstand were also white. Her bed was neatly made with plum and grey coloured bedding. Her phone lay on top of a novel on her nightstand. If Tempest observed any closer he would see that it was the Brothers Grimm's tales; An old time classic. She picked up her phone, and handed it to Tempest. Her company had given it it to her last year, but they allowed her to keep it, seeing as she didn't have a personal phone otherwise. Her actual work phone made it's home in her kitchen drawer, until she was actually going out. She typed in her password and handed it to Tempest, wondering if he knew how to actually use the thing.

    When she handed it to him, she led him out of her room, and back to the dining table. It was a slight notion, but mostly because she didn't like carrying food and drinks into that space. Not looking at what he was doing with it, she finally spoke "I have to get my assignment for the week, care to come?" she implied a trip to the office, trying to make it sound as pleasant as she could. "We can get food at whatever restaurant you please afterward, take it as my treat for giving you such a fright earlier" she said with a chuckle. With this, she grabbed the work phone from the drawer, and moved it to its other home; that one pocket in her purse that is absolutely useless. She then put on her cardigan, and a pair of shoes, grabbing her keys from the wall.

    "Let's go!" she said with some glee in her voice as she waited for him to walk out of her apartment so she could lock the door behind them.

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    When they eventually got to her office, they walked in, into the familiar lobby with a bunch of disheveled models, and into the elevators, and finally up to her office where her manager would be waiting for her in front of her cabin.

    "Dust. Dust Piled on EVERYTHING in here Zoe" he emphasized.

    Zoriko shrugged his comment off, and walked past him, opening the door, holding it open for Tempest. 

    "I'm talking to you madame" he said once more.

    Zoriko didn't quite make eye contact with him as she asked what her next assignment was. All this while scanning copies of her latest drawings. The little flash drive she put into her computer's tower was blinking blue, which was a new addition. 

    "One word; horror. The audience wants to see something more fall trend than pumpkins and pumpkins with abnoxious amount of sugar and spices Zoe. They want to see horror, and what best than seeing images that are HAND DRAWN!"

    Zoriko sighed deeply, looking up at him. "I don't appreciate horror. You've tried this for the fourth year consecutively, and it didn't work, I'm not going to your stupid midscale horror house to see a bunch of holographic mummies

    Somewhat angry now, her manager's face went tomato red as he stepped up towards her again, speaking through his teeth now. "Now now, I tried to be nice to you hun. But if you aren't going to go, well, the most delicate way to say this is that you aren't coming back." This would cause Zoriko to inherently drop her hands as she gawked back that he had no position threatening her as such. They began to bicker now as they always did, at which point Zoriko pulled out the golden words, and began to attack him with them, each word like lightening bolts to his ego. 

    "I go, then your entire department goes with me, because let's be honest with ourselves yeah? Out of the Entire department, I'm the only one who frequently travels, and I'm the only one whose pictures are printed every week. If I go, your department does too, and when it does, you'd crash right next to it. So think before you speak next time." 

    Her manager got even more angry but this time seemed to give up somewhat, as a more dejected tone took to his voice. He was practically begging her to go, but she seemed pretty bent on not going. 

    He walked toward Tempest, grabbing his hand. Zoriko immediately eyed this gesture, more concerned for him and his glamour over all else. "Why don't you take this pretty boy with you eh? This is the second time you brought him here, take him, he seems like the kind of guy to really enjoy horror houses! I mean unless y'all want to go to an actual haunted ehm, ship or whatever nonsense, go to the house with this guy!"

    Her manager then put his arm around Tempest's shoulder, pretty obviously struggling to reach as he was much shorter than him. Still holding his had with his other hand, her manager looked him in the eyes, practically begging him to convince Zoriko. But the main reason she didn't go was that all of the gimmicks in the house were plastic, or simple illusions of light. None of them would make for a scary, or even slightly spooky artwork. 

    Somehow this decision fell onto Tempest's shoulders, and Zoriko was willing to do pretty much anything to get her manager off her tale except go to a fake haunted house.

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    FOR YOU

  • She would hold the form for now and communicate telepathically to the dragon.
    “What has caused you to cross my path? Though I love the draconian species. I have encountered so few”
  • // Replies/starters owed: Obergeist, Zoriko, Edena, Fox, Maleficent, Isabo, and Exoria.
  • She stepped forward and transformed. Her body stretching and elongating as she quickly changed before his very Eyes into a large albino dragon

     

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    (Got your invite. Did you want to plot or something?)

  • A chuckle escaped Zoriko's lips as she heard what sounded like Tempest's stomach growling. "What type of food does a dragon like you eat?" She inquired. They could have food when they were back to the human realm, just as long as it was something they could actually find there. Just as he did before, he scooped Zoriko up, and began sprinting towards their destination. Zoriko was not used to trotting on land like this, so her arms gripped around the nape of his neck quite tightly. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to assure herself that she wouldn't slip off during the trip.

    This time around however, the trip was somewhat more relaxing, she was vaguely aware of what to expect, and the thuds that came from the ground beneath them, or massive leaps over objects affected her a bit less than last time. Though it would be nice to have some sort of preparatory warning, such was not necessary. 

    Soon they approached the man made land that signified the entrance to the human realms. Asphalt grounds, and railroad tracks near by, a staple of modern human civilization. As soon as he set her down, Zoriko raised her arms up above her head, stretching. A slight squeal escaped her as she bent slightly backward. She looked over at Tempest now, and at his behest, she nodded, and then turned away. Cobalt light shown behind her, as he undoubtedly switched into his human form. Shortly thereafter was the sound of cloth shuffling. Zoriko turned back around at his signal, noting that he was wearing the clothes she had gotten him, smiling slightly, but no reaction to it apart from that. Zoriko raised her arms up, her hands next to either ear, not cupping his face, but centimeters away from it. A gentle white light emanated from her palms as she used a bit of her own magic to finish his glamour. 

    After a few moments, they stood once more as pretty convincing humans. Onward they began, walking toward her apartment, as it was late, and it would be best to retreat for the night. Making conversation as they normally would, he asked Zoriko about any upcoming assignments. 

    "Ah actually considering the time, pretty likely. I generally don't go to haunted places, because that guy never wants me to go alone, and I would rather not be surrounded by risk of being discovered. Supernatural beings have no fear, and they will do things to screw up other people's happiness." Bringing her closed fist to her mouth, she cleared her throat, and muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear "I wouldn't be surprised if you came and he forced you to the trip as well"

    After this, they would resume normal conversation until they made it to her apartment. Brick buildings in the vicinity, all identical. They would eventually make their way into one, and up the stairs to her apartment, all of which had doors which were identical as well.  When she opened the door, the scent of vanilla escaped, and when she walked in, she smacked a contraption in the wall, which immediately illuminated the space they were in. She took her purse off her shoulder, and hung it onto a hook above her head, then her cardigan, to the hook next to it. She then gathered all of her hair into her hands, and began twisting it, wrapping it in itself to form a bun, keeping her hair out of her face as she motioned for Tempest to sit on the couch. 

    She went inside, and brought a pillow and several folded blankets and set them down next to him.  Then she scurried into her kitchen, where he would be able to hear her rummaging through her cabinets. Soon followed a clanking of glass against the counter, and then the rustling of plastic, and a knife tapping against the chopping board. This continues for approximately 10 minutes, after which was the sound of a blender.  When she finished and came out, she brought a large platter, with several varieties of veggies, and hummus in a bowl. In another bowl was dices tomatoes, and bell peppers (salsa), served with crispy corn chips. 

    "There's no food places open now, so we can eat to our hearts content tomorrow, but for now I have veggies for you to snack on, I know you're hungry." Setting the trays down, she explained the purpose of the hummus and salsa, in case he didn't know, and began herself by taking a chip and scooping up some salsa.

    When they would finish eating, She laid out the blanket and pillows on the sofa, and then she went to her own room, to rest for the night.

    -------

    When day broke, the dawn brought with it dark clouds. It was probably going to rain outside. She walked out to her living room, where Tempest should be sleeping on her couch, and then into the kitchen, where she boiled a pot of water for coffee. After she brewed the coffee, she opened the curtains of her living room, allowing the warm sunlight spill into the space. If Tempest was not already awake, this would be what awoke him. And when he would wake up, there would be coffee warming in a kettle, as she herself drank some, black, from a white mug at her table.

    They had a long day ahead of them, and perhaps now was the little time they would have for leisure.

  • “I can shapeshifter into a dragon too. Just don’t like showing off is all”
    (Hello there. Thanks for the invite)
  •      --- Raiya couldn’t help but chuckle at his lateral statement. “You want to know everything, ey? That is going to take quite a while.” Intentions were set into motion, and the elven began working on taking measurements required for the transfiguration serum.

         “How about this, Question for question. I answer something honestly, and you must answer something in return. I’ll go first since for sake of being fair.” A brief moment of silence was administered as she measured out a powder and placed it into the bowl before her. A drawn-out inhale was granted as she searched for wording.

         “Nightwing was founded by two dragonesses by the names of Kaida and Yurrei. Yurrei’s rider at the time was the head of an army of warlords and mercenaries that sought the destruction of non-human beasts. However, she turned on him, broke their bond, killed his family and joined Kaida. That started the establishment of the stronghold for dragonkind, but that also started the longest running war between man and dragon. Deeply-rooted hatred from both parties kept the fires of war burning; There was much collateral damage in the centuries it lasted, and many lives were lost in the process.” Her voice grew quiet at the end, contemplative.

         “Still, more and more dragons and beasts became attracted to the rapidly-growing territory. Kaida and Yurrei alone conquered surrounding nations and took their lands to claim them as part of their empire. For a short while, some of the other dragons fought amongst each other to establish a hierarchy among themselves. The six dragons that proved themselves to be the biggest and the strongest became the Nation leaders. They were in charge of keeping order among the six nations, and aided in the overall protection of the empire. Yurrei and Kaida were also challenged multiple times by individuals who sought their leadership status, but the two Matriarchs remained victorious in every battle they were met with. During the golden years, many creatures both beast and two-legged came to seek tutoring from the matriarchs, who taught them the art of battle.” A following thread fabricated, yet the words died upon her tongue before they could be uttered. She too had been one of the many taught by the dragonesses. Raiya eventually was able to serve as a mentor to many creatures both in the arts of battle and magical practices alike. Her focus remained on combining the ingredients for the serum, yet there was a sort of contemplative gleam in her gaze. A fondness over the memories that returned. After a moment, she glanced up and towards Tempest.

         “So now you know the basics on how Nightwing started. Now for my question – From what lands do you hail from~?”

  • The sound of Tempest’s feet beneath mirrored that of the beating in his chest. Dwelling as full in physicality yet as half a being in the spiritual sense, he had not remembered the last time his heart pounded in such a manner. It had been a long, very long time. With the years under his belt and the silence of the territory, it left very little to surprise. He was pleased to find his instructions heeded, turning in the direction of the cavern set as their waypoint.

    Spencer held on through their travels with ease. Coming as natural as riding a horse and impervious to being forgotten. Once a Rider learned their skill, it was carved into their identity furthermore. There was nothing left to be forgotten. A certain calmness was to come all the same. A focus that dragged his attention away from the rush of distant waters, to their destination-or-else.

    To the exclaimation on the drake’s part he nodded, the act not to be seen. The closer they became, surprise filled Spencer as he was lifted off the other’s back, putting some trust in the other’s actions all the time. There was little room for panic in a time as such. His boots hit the ground within the cavern entrance, hitting the ground running essentially as he came to a stumbling stop within the space. He glanced back to check upon the other, the water that was rushing forth visible for the first time. Trees seemed to vanish under the wake, the tips of their branches drowned in the sweep that was inevitably heading towards them.

    Spencer’s calmness was… something irrational by all human standards. The trouble seen in his eyes, and yet no intent to run was visible at the thought of thousands of gallons of water flooding the entrance. His stare was calculating. Intent on the entrance until he saw Tempest shift from the corner of his eye. His head turned to follow the eruption of water from the inside, a step or two taken back when the entry grew closed, the air chilling.

    As Tempest spoke… he was stepping back further, little by little. Suddenly his attention snapped to the bag at his side, dropping to a knee and ripping the top fold of his messenger bag open, a book was pulled out forcefully, it’s leather bound black cover blank, seemingly having seen better days. Opening it to about halfway he leafed further through the handwritten pages. Each one scrawled with diagrams, inscriptions, spells and other studies. He did so frantically, his eyes darting up to check the entry once or twice before he found what he was searching for. “I have it.”

    The page studied for a moment or so, he began to speak. The language long forgotten, it had some nods to Latin as its origin just as many others did. Spencer spoke quietly, yet clear, unable to afford a stumble on any words as he did so. A full three minutes of their ten to escape passed. With each passing phrase his voice grew louder. And louder. And louder, until final words left his mouth far more audible. "Vara tel' Seldarine, tinechor!"

    The water came over the last line of trees. It would seem to late. Spencer kept his stance upon the ground, silver hues watchful for the entrance.

    All of a sudden…

    The air turned cold. The water hit the stone exterior of the cavern entrance, and yet-

    Nothing.

    Little by little, given the confirmation of it, Spencer stood. At the entry of the cave the water swirled and rose up past the doorway, the ice barrier eventually breaking loose, pieces left to float… yet as if some invisible force prevented it, what now stood between them and a flood was a vertical wall of water.

    Spencer took a heavy inhale, a hand sweeping over his white locks and slowly, he turned to Tempest with the book still in hand. “…We should get moving.” He spoke quietly. Tucking the book back into his bag, situating his cloak, he did just that. “Do… you know where we are?” He questioned in a curious, almost professor-like after about ten steps, glancing over to Tempest. He didn’t expect an answer, of course. What he did expect was a story to tell.

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