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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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  • As she sat, sobbing softly beneath the newborn moonlight, Tempest trotted over to her.  She glanced up at him, her face rosy, and her eyes glowing a somber coral, as she heard him speak words of apology. She did not want him to feel guilty, instead she was thankful that he helped her get out of this mess. It was understandable why he would want to teach her to swim, after all, Zoriko herself had taken him to the skies. 

    Everything was an experience, and Zoriko too wanted to learn how to swim. Perhaps it was the shock brought about by how abrupt this was for her that would cause her to panic. Either way, she had made a fool of herself, and her aquatic friend was bearing its guilt. She heard his apology but she was all choked up, and unable to speak. Fear had gripped her so suddenly, and it made sense. The grooming habits of Cloud Dragons involved very little water, if any at all. Even in her human form, Zoriko did not need to shower or bathe, as that would probably hurt her skin to do so everyday as the humans did. 

    Considering her human skin was not her dragon skin and scales, she could learn how to swim, but this moment was not the greatest idea. When Tempest wrapped his tail around her, she took the gesture warmly, and allowed herself to rest at his side. She saw his talon twitch, and when it did, within moments, Tempest had removed the water from her hair, and her clothing. The sand that had stuck to her damp figure had immediately fallen off, and she was dry once more. 

    After a bit, she found herself at relative ease, enough to speak, and she knew she should, at least so that he wouldn't rot himself in guilt.

    "I.. I did not drown, I did not get water in my lungs, I did not nearly die. I simply had a fright. I appreciate your efforts to teach me, and I promise, some time in the future I will try again, this time without panicking."

    She smiled slightly, as she slowly got up, dusting residual sand off of her clothing. "

    Heading back would be nice. I'll glamour you again at the outskirts of the city, so we will have a roof to sleep under. Shall we?"

  •      The raven’s eyes slid to their corners, eyeing the hooded male side-along at his initial answer. Sharp blues echoed from pigmented iris, surrounding a pupil that appeared to be slitted if one were to look carefully. Nevertheless, her momentary gaze was withdrawn and motions continued to work gingerly withdrawing certain vessels from their shelves.

         “Nightwing is a topic that one will be lucky to find in a book. The lore surrounding that empire and its inhabitants is one usually uttered by word of tongue.” She mused coolly while her attention remained steady on the items upon the shelf. “I have nothing on it in script, but I can tell you what you wish to know.”

         She turned and placed the needed jars and ampules onto the table that stood in the center of the room. Bowls, measuring cups and the like were obtained along with some sort of book, granting leeway to evident preparation.

         “Tempest, as in the gales of a hurricane~?” Words were accompanied with a smile. “My name is Raiya. You may come in, I only ask that you not touch anything.” 

  • He took Zoriko by surprise as he scooped her up and began sprinting across land. Needless to say, the trip was more or less filled with silence as the sky dragoness was taken aback by this new method of transformation. The occasional yelp would leave her mouth as jumped over various objects. He would be able to feel Zoriko's humanoid arms grasping the nape of his neck for dear life as he sprinted for what seemed like hours. Her eyes were tightly shut, she never thought she would ride a dragon who could not take flight, and this adventure was quite bizarre.

    As he began to slow down, Zoriko would open her eyes once more, her ember hues scanning the area. They were by the shore?!  Tempest began to walk into the water with Zoriko still on his back, and the second he touched water, Zoriko would toss her bag, with her sketchbook in it, onto the sand, far enough that the wave would not touch it, as the water would ruin her hours of hard work. AS he lowered himself into the water, her grip around his neck increased greatly, if she wasn't scared before, she was terrified now. 

    As such, Zoriko actually shook her head when he asked her to transform, it was understandable that she was nervous. Her domain was the sky above, not the water below. Legends spread across the sky domain of dragons who got too nosy of the outside world and ultimately drowned. Therefore, she never preferred being too close to water. Of course humans love  water, and so she had gone to the sea shore, the human beaches to relax with them, though she would always be the friend underneath the umbrella quite a distance from the shore. Occasionally she would be a bit adventurous and dip her feet, but that was about it.

     Her brows furrowed, and her lips curved downward into an apprehensive frown, and since her head was resting close to his neck, when she shook her head he would be able to feel it behind himself. The more her body began to touch the water, the more she began to squeal, she was too afraid to drown. Eventually his words of encouragement would persuade her into allowing herself to sit up, and then ease herself into the water. Because she stood shorter as a human, the water rose up to her forehead, so she found herself jumping up and down to catch breathe. Eventually she would jump onto a shell near the ocean floor, and the sharp pain would cause her to slip and fall. 

    Soon enough she felt herself going under, and as a fight or flight response, she instantaneously transformed into a dragon. She stood much taller now, but her head was still under water. Jumping up once more, she rose her head out of the water, as she attempted to flap her now drenched wings to escape. When she couldn't, she used her legs to almost kick herself off of Tempest, somewhat pushing him in the process, as she managed to get out of the deeper water. She ran onto the sand, as fast as her draconian legs would carry her, as her wings were too wet to carry her into the sky.  As she ran, she transformed herself into a human once more, to dry off faster, plopping herself next to where she had tossed her bag before.

    She sat fetal style burying her head in her arms which sat crossed above her knees. Her hair and clothing were dripping wet. Her face, though hidden from sight, had gone red, and a quiet sobbing could be heard. Just as he told her not to panic, she panicked. Unfortunately the urban legends of drowning she found to be true, sky dragons simply cannot swim, but perhaps her human form could. 

    But for now, she sat dejected, the sand around her sticking to her skin and clothing, and the spot she sat on, the sand began bunching up due to the moisture.

    She shed tears, not really because she was scared, though that definitely played a part, she was more embarrassed than anything else, and angry that she couldn't.


    a/n: sorry I'm late, its midterm season, and my laptop decided to bite the dust @_@

  • “Bite your tongue.” Spencer warned shortly. A near deadly gaze was cast to the drake to the tone he had taken for the sentiment of the late Empress. Leaving it be, along with the rest of the matter, he let out an exhale. “There will be no replacement, no matter what outcome I may find to it. As a Rider I bare one mark. That is the mark of my dragon, and none other.” Spencer stated adamantly.

    Perhaps it was stubbornness. Yet, it was a stubbornness that kept him alive, seemingly so. Where time had not worn on the body, it has its own effects upon the mind. To the slight nudge of his shoulder, Spencer’s colorless hues glanced up to the drake. He gave a subtle nod in the least to the sentiment, a half smile along with it. Better to attempt optimism than to have none. Those beliefs kept one’s eyes forward when they believed they could not otherwise.

    . . .

    With peculiar timing, relief washed over Spencer to see the drake’s feet come to a halt soon enough. One less struggle to be had, in trying to pull the beast from an attack as well as to decide for his own safety. The assertion that had built up in his tone of voice died out little by little. Eyes sent once more back to the tree line as if he could see straight to the water’s edge. Tension was felt in his body. Perhaps something sensed by the way he stood, rigid in a position partway between remaining and gesturing to turn and run. Just as quick as he had made the decision. “It’s… quiet. It’s far too quiet. Even the waves…”

    His words dropped off, another chill in the air. Even the birds overhead seemed to take on a silence. It was then he had turned, making his way inward. Spencer was sprinting. Before he saw Tempest, those heavier strides were felt beneath his feet. Looking onward his chin tipped to glance over his shoulder, the jaws of the other however taking him by surprise. When thrown upwards there were no screams. No cries of surprise, nothing other than the lurching of his heart in his chest. Once placed upon the other’s back Spencer scrambled to find familiarity, hands grasping for a hold as he took off full sprint.

    With each bound the drake made, his reaction followed suit. Knees bending at the possibility of lunging over obstacles, head kept low to the occasional debris that would pass them by. He watched as rows of trees seemed to give way to their path, the clarity allowing silver hues to take a glimpse of their surroundings… he heard water now. A rushing from its source, the sky darkened ever so slightly as the crest of a wave threatened to keep rising. They had mere minutes before it would come down.

    “The second peak! Due West, there’s a cave entrance, just down below it! Hurry!” Spencer hollered over the air that rushed past, over the heavy footfall of the other. While his eyes dare not leave ahead, his ears were giving their attention backward. Keeping the distant rush of the water in his radar, echoes of the leviathan’s low growls heard beneath the sound.

  • // For those I owe starters, I haven't forgotten about you. Expect them to be finished tomorrow.
  • His surprise was taken lightly until he continues speaking. Words uttered in place of her mother's name and title rung in her ears. This was not the first time he had said this either, yet this time, it managed to strike a chord. Zoriko looked up from her sketchbook, looking upward at Tempest now. She sat on the ground with her legs crossed, the sketchbook resting in her lap as she sketched but his words would cause her to set her pencil down. Her facial expression was mildly exasperated, and the crimson glow in her eyes would bare its presence once more. It was her way of communicating without words.

    "Tempest" She spoke. Her tone of voice spoke frustration, asking him to stop speaking as he had once again spoken too much. "I would appreciate it if you did not refer to Skya in that manner. Or are you forgetting that you are speaking to her daughter?" Her voice never portrayed anger, but was stern, as if she was disciplining a small child. "For your sake, you'd be better off referring to her with respect, lest words such as 'badass', 'said chick' and 'mama dragon', all of which you said earlier as well, would get you in trouble. "

    Speaking of Skya in such a manner only devalued her legacy. Other creatures would be trembling when Skya walked about, and this boy so blatantly refereed to her in such a casual manner, and this was not taken very well by Zoriko. She wouldn't reprimand him further, however, any one with a little bit of sense would know not to repeat this mistake once more. With this she would simply look back down to her sketchbook and continue sketching; while it was true that they were here to explore, she was also here for work. She loved this job, perhaps not her boss as much, but this was a line of work she absolutely adored. 

    A deep sigh escaped her lips as she continued to sketch. As time passed, Zoriko would use a bit of magic so that a small orb of water for float in front of her. It was time to add colour and dimension to her work so she would use water colours to achieve this. Dipping the pencil into the orb, she would be able to get the effect she wanted without actually having to carry anything around. When Tempest's proposition was heard, she shook her head and told him not until she finished her sketch. Her boss was quite particular about these things, but Zoriko herself was a bit of a perfectionist, and so her absolute refusal to move was so like her.

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    A few hours passed; the sun had begun to set, as twilight set in. The beautiful cerulean sky turned to a wide array of pinks, blues, and corals until it finally set to a deep indigo. With dusk, she proclaimed her work to be finished. Looking over at Tempest now, she spoke "We can go now if you so please, but I don't actually know how to swim"

    The idea actually rendered Zoriko to be somewhat apprehensive of what was to come

  •      --- The thunder rippled from the sky, spilling its foreboding growl through this jungle of cement and stone.  A symbol of chaos, to most; anticipation of the storm to come.

         Tranquility loomed in gentle thrums that drifted within Omnia’s interior. The feeling was accentuated by the warm glow of the room, the specks of color that flashed and danced from lined crystals and metallic artifacts, those strange stone gargoyles with flexed wings and bared teeth, and the numerous other items that were enveloped and caressed in the vague waft of woody-sweet scents.

         The presence of the newcomer was immediately detected by the shopkeeper the moment he set foot through the door. However, the raven-haired woman left him be to his own curiosity for the time being; a feat that was common in her trade. Only when he approached, did she offer a warm smile in acknowledgement of his greeting. His reptilian features did not go unnoted.

         His lengthy requests earned him a blink in reply, her thoughts reeling at the sudden influx of information given to her. She would have thought he was joking about what he truly is, had it not been the features so obviously exposed. She was quiet for a brief moment in a contemplative state.

          “It isn’t wise to reveal such things to creatures you know nothing about.” Her voice was steady and kept in a controlled volume. “A lot of inhabitants in this area are not quite open to creatures who do not resemble their own kin. Come.”

         They approached a locked door in the back of the store. Its opening brought revelation of another room entirely; smaller, yet its walls were lined with shelves that held containers and bottles of many varieties, all labeled and placed in precise order. Raiya kept Tempest waiting outside of the room while she entered and began to browse for what she was looking for.

          “Where did you hear about Nightwing?” The casual inquiry arose while she scanned the labels. 

  • After wrapping up at the cafe, they walked out and onto the bustling city streets once more. They stuck to the concrete side walk, as cars zipped by on the black tar next to them. Above them was the sound of helicopters, and the occasional air plane. Humans cannot use magic, so they make the most complex contraptions, the newest technology to substitute. They cannot combust flames, so they invented lighters and matches. They could not cool things, so they invented freezers. They wanted to fly, and wings failed them miserably, so they constructed airplanes and helicopters. They could not achieve fast speeds, so they invented the automobile. There were so many more examples, faucets, mobile phones. But in a sense these complex devices served to make the human more powerful, all while making life much easier; for instance the effect of an atomic bomb versus any flame a dragon could breathe. As they walked, she told him of the desire that other creatures had to fly. Starting with the story of Icarus and Daedelus, then carrying on to her own experiences.

    "About two centuries ago, around the time I met Zora, the villagers wanted to fly desperately, because they wanted to know what mysteries were held by the tip of trees. They would see many animals get up there, and leaving with fruit they had never seen before, and naturally they wanted some. They tried constructing wings, quickly realizing that it would never allow them the mobility they desired. These elves had magic, but the one thing they could not do was propel themselves into the air. So when I found them, and befriended the chief's daughter, they knew they had an oppurtunity. Zora was quite young at the time, so a different man, I believe he was called Alaion. He practically fell to my feet to ask me to take him to the tip of the tree. I was more than happy to do so, and you know what we found? Mangoes! They had never seen those fruits, but it was golden, like the sun itself, and the most juicy sweet taste. It was amazing. " She chuckled as she spoke. The nostalgia made her feel warm, and it was these memories that had kept her going thus far.

    Amidst more conversation like this, they arrived at a tall building, dark grey building, the base of which made of glass. When you walked in, the aesthetic was whites, as that was the current human trend at the time, worked perfectly in Zoriko's favour anyway. "My office is on the 10th floor, so let's take an elevator" she said. They walked quickly, lest they ran into a disheveled model getting ready for her shoot; this was a magazine corporation after all. She got to the wall with the elevator doors, and at the press of a button, a small chamber opened. They got in, and it carried them upwards, to the 10th floor. They walked into her cabin, which was extremely ordinary looking, a white glass table with a computer on end and a printer in another. She pushed him a rolling chair, as she sat in hers and took out her sketchbook. One by one, she fed her intricate drawings into the printer, and one by one they appeared onto the computer. 

    Suddenly from the distance, they would hear an exasperated male voice calling out "ZOE! ZOE!!" as a chubby man came running to her cabin. Zoriko paid no attention to this man as she continued feeding her drawings to the printer. He called out to her once more, this time clearly angry, while Zoriko's expression remained nonchalant, you could even catch her rolling her eyes. When she wouldn't respond, he walked over to her and ripped up three of the drawings she hadn't yet fed the printer. With a spiteful tone in her voice, he spoke "I hope this teaches you a lesson" standing very close to her face, then he began to walk out. Standing at the door "I need a village. Desolate. Deathly.But incredibly scenic. This week's theme is dreary but beautiful. I don't care where you wanna go, just go " he said walking out. Zoriko's expression remained nonchalant, and the moment he walked out, she turned to Tempest, shrugging slightly, "Well I guess since the rest of my drawings no longer exist, my work here is done. Shall we go?"

    When he collected his things, they walked again, this time Northward, the opposite way of her apartment. If you looked carefully, you would see a glimmer of tears in her crimson hues, forming from her manager's rough attitude and behaviour, but no attention was given to it by herself, as this was an everyday occurrence. Walking briskly, as she did when her mind was occupied like this, they made it to the outskirts of the city, and once she was sure there were no humans, she quickly transformed into a dragon and lowered her pearlescent wing, allowing him to get on. And when he would, she took off, a rough running start this time to mark her flight. She could fly in human form, but flying as a dragon was a lot more freeing, and a heck of a lot more satisfying.

    "Enjoy the beauty of this world. You heard the man, we are going to a desolate village so we will be a while. Perhaps tell another story as we fly?" She knew exactly where she was going, and this was given away by the slight smirk she wore.

    When they eventually got there, it was exactly what anyone would imagine. Destroyed, tattered, but all the destruction was left absolutely in tact. Even the soot from the flames remained on the ground still. The only thing missing were the villagers. As they walked through the village, she scanned the area, looking for a good spot to sit and sketch. She transformed now, to human once again, her appearance the same except her hair was down now. For some reason every time she put her hair up and transformed, her hair tie was always sacrificed, and she could never figure out why. Walking through the village now, the sight of bones was no longer a rare thing, and if you were to walk inside one of the houses, of the maybe two that were still in tact, perhaps you would see something like a pot on the stove, or maybe a clay jar that still had water inside. It seemed as though the village was frozen in time. But why this one? The neighboring villages were only a half hour walk, yet this small town was ignored; frozen in time.

    "The story of this village's end starts with those who lived in it. A human tribe. This village was called Adentiri. A beautiful name right?" Zoriko looked around, to even one such as her, it was astonishing how time did not take its toll in this area.

    "Adentiri's obliteration happened around 400 years ago, the medieval times. Humanity lived in harmony with our kind, as well as elven kind, around the time, though not all humans knew of our existance. In fact, very few were given the privilege of awareness, everyone else lived in a blissful ignorance. The medieval times were war ridden, and this village had recently begun to use fire to their advantage in war. They constructed things that would work as dynamite, and regularly practiced using it. My mother resided not too far from this village in those times, temporarily residing in the human realm, and few villagers knew of it. Awareness was mostly limited to the military, to avoid the hysteria that would come if others found out. One day, as it turns out, some egotistic soldiers decided to take a trip to my mother's lair, claiming things such as 'I'm probably stronger than it' and 'let's go mess with it'. Mother was a very kind being, but those humans were foolish. She had never set foot in their terrain, she believed that it was better that way. These boys however, decided to shoot her with a flaming arrow. She told me that it didn't actually hurt her, but it enraged her. What had she done for them to try to wreak havoc like that, especially during her slumber. She rose, and immediately trampled them. Enraged, she went to the human village, and another arrow would be the reason she began to crush the village with her massive feet. Afterwards she would say "Let this be a warning for humanity" As she left everything and everyone as is, to return to her lair"

    Her voice seemed almost excited as she spoke of her mother. Her eyes were glowing now, "One day I aspire to be as great as she was." Brushing her hair behind her shoulders, she looked up at Tempest, and smiled, a genuine smile this time.  Her mother had more courage than Zoriko ever did. Nothing got past her, and she was revered in Nightwing. She was not just Skya, she was The Skya, and most of Nightwing knew of her. She held immense respect, and with her peaceful slumber over on the mountain, her legacy rages on. Skya's mountain was not visible from where they stood, but even then, Zoriko turned her head towards the direction in which it was, her face forlorn, and these memories bittersweet. It was as though only yesterday they would walk around, Nightwing held a peaceful ambiance. Skya would tell her of these legendary stories, and Zoriko would listen. The more they spent time, the more Zoriko vowed that she would make Skya proud one day. She left Nightwing years later, to visit Zora's grave, and was delayed because she was training in magic. And when she returned, Skya had already fallen into her deep hibernation, not having woken since. Though Zoriko missed her mother dearly, it was obvious that she was the greatest role model Zoriko could ever have. She sat down now, amidst the rubble, and began to sketch away.

    To her, her mother was the be all, end all. Though she wasn't perfect, she was the one who kept Zoriko alive in her times of need, and the one Zoriko looked up to in her childhood. How she misses her mother dearly. 

  • Several apologies, were given to her by Tempest, all of which seemed sincere, at least at face value. He wore the expression of a remorseful child, say, of one who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Anxiety clad in his facial expression as his eyes wandered, almost unwilling to make eye contact. Really, the situation was far too trivial for Zoriko to remain irate, let alone become like this in the first place.

    With a deep inhale, Zoriko closed her eyes, tilting her head backward slightly, chest rising subtly. With her exhale, she sighed slightly, dropping her shoulders, and allowing her tension to drop slightly. When she opened her eyes once more, they were no longer glowing red, just her normal shade of deep red. Going back now to the corridor, right where she tripped on her way in, she picked up her purse, hanging it to the hook on the wall adjacent; hanging right next to her favourite burgundy cardigan. Bending down once more, she picked up the bag with clothing she dropped earlier, and peered inside. Shaking the bag slightly, to shift the contents inside, she brought it with her to the coffee table. One by one she took out the contents of the bag and laid them out in front of him; a thin sweater, deep grey, and a pair of jeans. With it, a varsity jacket, in case it got chilly. She was unsure of the duration of his stay, so it was better safe than sorry. For shoes, a simple pair of navy blue high top converse. With this she hoped he could feign the style of a trendy human (something to go with this bright hair).Her lips curved to a slight smile as she whispered words of forgiveness, then informing him that the bathroom was in the corridor, it was the door straight down the hall, across from her front door.

    When he would change, they would head out, on her way out, Zoriko grabbed her cardigan from the middle hook and put it on, today, her hair would remain up and out of her face as the weather seemed a bit glum outdoors. She tied her silver locks with a matching silver tie that had a small bow in it to keep it from cinching her hair. Once she had that together she grabbed her cell phone from the counter in her kitchen and her keys hanging next to it. It was somewhat unbelievable how structured Zoriko kept her apartment. When they walked out, she would turn around and lock her apartment door, and as they made their way down the stairs, she began explaining all that she had planned for the day, or rather, all that Tempest would get to experience in a day of the life of a human. First they would chat at a nearby cafe, as he suggested, then she needed to drop by the office for her next project, and then perhaps some exploring to places yet undecided.

    When they arrived at the cafe, Zoriko immediately gravitated toward the counter and ordered a complicated sounding coffee drink, she's done this TOO MANY times before. Once she does, she asks Tempest what he wants, then pays for it, and takes him to a table so they could chat in relative privacy. "No one will hear our conversation, so you don't need to be inconspicuous. Just don't mess with the glamour I used on you and you'll be fine" When she got her coffee, it's aroma filled the air around them. Though this shop was scented of coffee anyway, hers just added to that calming aroma. Nonchalantly, she sipped her coffee, and immediately whipped her head to a side, how does she manage to burn herself everytime? Careful this time, she paused and then took another sip, enjoying it's bitter taste in conjunction with the rich foamy milk added to it. Zoriko was surprisingly omnivorous, this only made it a lot easier to blend in with human kind. 

    Looking up at tempest now, she started speaking once again. Her tone low, yet cheery, fitting of the atmosphere around them. 

    "I guess if you've told me about your adventures with ships, it would only be fitting to start off this conversation with my adventures in the elven village? After all the morning is still young". A glance made outward simply confirmed that fact, and she continued "Well, when I was young, after I left the sky domain, I flew down, near a village. This was before I knew how to shapeshift, and so the feeling of my talons in the grass, well that was quite an experience. Anyway, I met this girl names Zora, she was the daughter of the village chief. Initially she took me in as a pet, but eventually we became really close friends"

    And on she went about their adventures flying in the air, making rounds early in the morning. Zoriko spoke fondly of those times, even describing the fear that Zora held when she first rode upon her back; she held onto the base of Zoriko's neck, and just wailed the entire flight, not even bearing to keep her eyes open for much of it. But the adrenaline rush finally kicked in after they landed, and Zora began to love flying. They flew together for perhaps 50 years before her untimely death. Elves age slowly, and so Zora was still in the pivotal part of her youth, preparing to take the responsibility of the village on her shoulders when all of this had occurred. These memories were indeed painful, but Zoriko spoke with pride because she was proud of Zora, and all that she had done. Moreover she was at peace because Zora was in a better place now.

    She sipped her coffee once more, only to realize in the time she spent just chatting away, it had gotten too cold to enjoy. Placing her hands on the cup, she began to concentrate. A scarlet glimmer in her eyes, and a twitch of her porcelain fingers would result in the coffee steaming once more as she took a sip and smiled in satisfaction.

    "It's your turn to tell a story now" she said

    Taking small sips of her drink, Zoriko looked forward to the events planned for the rest of the day

  • Fear emanated through Zoriko's spine as she saw Tempest running toward her with a Trident. With nothing else to do, she scrunched her eyes shut, and in a moment of fear, the pendant she wore created a small barrier around her. When he would place the trident to a side, the barrier discipated, allowing her to relax a bit. The adrenaline flow caused her cheeks to flush slightly though she truly was not in that much pain.

    Much to her amusement however, the aquatic male would help her up, and walk her to her own couch. Her lips curved upwards slightly, as his chivalry was taken well,  before he went running off while muttering something. As she heard rummaging in her kitchen the smile faded somewhat as her expression became clad in concern as he quickly returned with a wet washcloth. How did he know where that rag was enough to find it in moments? As he began patting the blood off of her knee, she flinched ever so slightly. Human skin gets quite sensitive when scraped like that. Eventually he surprised her once more by getting placing two band aids over the wound. Finally after telling her of some stories of his own clumsiness, he began to heal her like magic. The gesture itself was kind, though it left many questions circling her head. He pointed a trident at her, and it healed her. Two and Two were not adding up, and it only made her uneasy.

    Apprehension loomed in the atmosphere around them as Zoriko interrupted his jovial speech by asking a few simple questions. Her voice, though high pitched, was stern and serious now; "How did you know exactly where I keep my things?" To further make her irate, "I do not keep bandages in my house as I do not need them I too can heal using magic" 

    Her eyes squinted now, her brows furrowing, "What were you doing in the half hour I was gone? Surely not simply playing your instrument as you were able to quickly find your way around, despite this being your first time here."

    Standing up now, if Tempest had not noticed before, he surely would now, Zoriko's eyes began glowing a bright, bloody red colour. Glaring at him for a moment before she walked over to where he had dropped his trident. "And this, you do not simply wave weapons like this around. What is this to you, a beloved weapon or simply an act as play thing?" She dropped it to the ground, and pointed to the pictures on the wall. You asked before who the Elven woman was correct? She is my late rider, one who passed because a petty human got their hands on such a thing and decided to go have fun with fire"

    She picked it back up now, and handed it back to Tempest, the very motion pushing him slightly. Looking at him once more, she told him "If you have been rummaging through my property, you had best tell me now. I do not tolerate those who lack respect, and most of all I despise those who lie to me"

    Anger fueled Zoriko's harsh words. Hopefully he takes what is right and what is wrong out of her anger, as it doesn't come across too often

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