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R A I Y A

G E A R H A R T

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T H E N

|||- Nomad, Fugitive, Warlord, Dragon Rider -|||

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 The begining is hazy
Much like how one never recalls the start of a D R E A M

 


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She grew up astride the back of her guardian, Obsidian. The elf and the dire wolf led a nomadic life, traveling the planet at their leasure for as long as Raiya could remember.
Dangers of such a life were inevitable, for they occasionally found themselves in the crossfire of multiple wars, territory disputes between opposing civilizations, and tracked by hunters who so desperately desired the ancient wolf's hide. It was still a quiet, peaceful life for the majority of it, and it was a life that they were both content with. As Raiya grew older, her desire for knowledge and new experiences grew. Obsidian eventually allowed her to go off and visit populated areas when they stopped to rest, and he stayed out of sight with a watchful eye. Raiya socialized and learned from those she encountered, picking up various skills such as different languages, cultures, self-defense methods, healing, and much more. Raiya found that each place provided a different skill, and she could not get enough. Obsidian would always appear again after a few weeks, and he and Raiya would continue on their way.

They had no home of their own, and they never stayed in one place for too long. Raiya was fully content with this lifestyle.


Until, that is, She met Maigra Lainé.

 

 

 

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It was a chance happening, and one that would alter the course of life as she knew it. Raiya and Obsidian ran into Maigra Lainé, an ex-member of the infamous Warlord Army, and Leer, her black-feathered dragon companion, while ambushing a slaver's squadron as they transported their newest haul of prisoners. The four of them quickly subdued the slavers and freed those imprisoned. The squadron leader used his final breaths to mock Raiya and Mai, stating that they have done nothing but brush dust away from the surface, and had saved no one in the long run. The women soon found leads to the potential headquarters and, filled with determination to sever the head from the snake, began to plan their attack. Leer and Obsidian warned them to leave it be, but did they listen? Absolutely not. Alas, the pair were inevitably captured and faced horrors untold within a gargantuan underground slaver's prison.
Yet their spirits remained unbroken, and their treatment only fuled their motivation. The two ultimately broke free, and their escape and aquisition of the prison's database ultimately led to the violent self-destruction of the entire facility.
Raiya was absolutely devastated at the loss of so many innocent lives. Mai argued that that the lives sacrificed are miniscule in number compared to the lives saved in the future. Thus was the mentality of a Warlord, and it was a mentality that Raiya had yet to accept.

The four of them had to flee due to the following investigations. Raiya and Obsidian found a home with Mai and Leer, and they all lived together for a bit over a year. During this time, Raiya helped Mai study the lands and the creatures in it, and Mai taught Raiya various forms of advanced skills. Obsidian still had the heart of a Nomad, and soon became restless. He wished that he and Raiya move on, yet the elf protested. She enjoyed what she was doing with Mai, and felt like she had much still to learn. Mai found a solution; she would reach out to a colligue for a due favor;

And thus, Raiya and Obsidian traveled to the Warlord territory, and Raiya was taken under General Creed's wing.

 

 

 

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||| W A R L O R D

Their initial arrival to the Warlord territory was met with quiet hostility from all of the high-ranking generals. General Creed himself seemed quite disgruntled that he had to take the young elf under his wing, yet he kept true to his promise to Mai, and took on the roll of Raiya's mentor.

Raiya was no stranger to magic and its many uses, yet Creed mentored her on exactly how magic worked. The physics, the theories, he overall taught her to better grasp exactly what magic was, how it interacted with the planet's many elements, and how it can be paired with more "artificial" components to enhance desired powers. Raiya gained a much deeper understanding of how to use magic, and thus, her abilities and strength increased tenfold.

Magic was not the only skillset that Raiya sharpened. She partook in weapons training and routine sparring matches with the other soldiers, hence honing her combat techniques both with and without weaponry.

Her time as a soldier did not come without qualms. The Warlords were a brutal bunch, and they relied on the strength of their teams and the strength of the army as a whole to survive. Any form of weakness in a soldier was seen as a threat to the rest of the squad, and hence, weakness was not tolerated.

Raiya got into frequent verbal spats with one of the Grandmasters, Mitchel Blade, most commonly known as “Wrath." Accurately titled, the inflammatory personality of the Grandmaster did not mesh well with Raiya's unsubmissive temperament, and those verbal spats quickly escalated into a physical altercations. The altercations proved to be a source of both amusement and annoyance to the colleges that had to pull them apart.

As time wore on, she began to gain a better understanding of the complicated world they lived in. The more she learned about the world, the more she learned about herself and the history of those she lived with. One could say that she learned a little too much. The familiar feeling of restlessness grew. One final and brutal battle with Wrath left them both with severe injuries; That was the final straw in the elf's mind. Raiya was no Warlord. She never could be; the difference between her nature and theirs was far too stark.

Raiya gained Creed's permission and forgiveness, and she withdrew from the Warlord army.

 


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||| D R A G O N . R I D E R

The Empire of the Night-Winged, or more commonly known as "Nightwing." It was one of the two segments of the whole planet that was entirely untouched by the modern world, and it was completely and viciously free from the influence of outside forces. The gargantuan territory and all who dwelled in it were ruled under the fierce and watchful eye of Kaida and her trusted Draconian council. The territory was as great and feral as the beasts that called it home, and it was there that Raiya found her own true home for many, many years.

After Obsidian's departure, she found herself bonding with a dire Dragoness by the name of Atheria. Atheria was the mate of Chanook, the Dragon who ruled the lower crescent of the Empire.

Raiya and Atheria collaborated with their many companions to help build and defend the Empire. Raiya flew with the kings and queens of the sky, she fought wars side by side with friends, she helped nurture the young dragons and new life that blossomed during times of peace.
She learned, she loved, she thrived,

;---- and she l o s t,


 The Empire of the Night-Winged met its premature and devastating end.

 

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N O W

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 " --- You must live o n "

 

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||| D R I F T E R 

Raiya experienced death on that fateful day. The mental bond between Dragon and Rider allows the pair to share feelings, sensations, thoughts and notions even from afar. Raiya felt everything when Atheria fell to her violent and abrupt end, and with the loss of her partner, a part of Raiya died too.

Once she scrounged up enough strength to travel again, Raiya searched the ravaged territory for any signs of life. Any hope she had of finding those she cherished was quick to dissolve ;; with every death confirmed and every life unaccounted for, it became all too real that the life she knew was over.

Raiya began to withdraw deeper and deeper into herself. For the first time in her long life, she was truly, completely, and terribly alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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||| R E D E M P T I O N

Light has an odd way of reaching even the darkest corners;; A gleam of hope was birthed by the unexpected meeting of Naomi Shimura.

Raiya's adaptation to life in the bigger city was a smooth transition thanks to Naomi's help. Rehabilitation came with time, and soon enough, Raiya found purpose once more. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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||| K E E P E R 

Omnia Oddities is Raiya's current "project." This two-story shop features a library on the top, and a general oddities shop below. It appears fairly normal to the untrained eye, yet Omnia provides necessary items and valuable tools for magic users. Some of these commodities include ritual tools, healing supplies, various herbs, stones and a plethora of other things both on display and hidden away. Ask nicely, and she may have it.

One best mind their step and keep ill intents at the door: Omnia is guarded by an array enchanted beings that are hidden in sight. These creatures become self-activated upon the detection of a thief or a patron with sinister intents both towards the shop or its keeper. 

 

 

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She is never truly a l o n e - ;;

 

S P E N C E R

The Ghost, the Rider, the most trusted F r i e n d

 

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     There are very few who have managed to touch her life in such a drastic manner. Spencer is laced into Raiya’s memory as a figure of familiarity, companionship and comfort over countless years. Contact was severed when the Nightwing Empire fell into ruin, yet a chance meeting a long while after entwined their paths once more. Though they currently reside in different homelands, contact is ensured by frequent visits and hawk-borne letters. Raiya looks upon old memories with fondness, and holds dear even the times they sit in silence. She hopes their paths will remain synchronous, and will do whatever she can to keep him around. 

 

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N O V A K

The Enigma, the Reckless, the Forest P r i n c e

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     Encountering the elven hybrid was an unexpected feat indeed. Novak’s vigor and lightheartedness starkly contrasted the stoic personas that Raiya had grown accustomed to, and she is both amused and captivated by him. Novak has become like a brother to Raiya; when at peace, they banter and partake in playful bickering.  When faced with tribulation, they guard one another fiercely. There is never a dull moment with him around, and Raiya could not be more grateful.

 

Novak, Raiya and Spencer often dwell in each other’s company.

The three of them together is a force to be reckoned with. 

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N A O M I . S H I M U R A

The Tormented, the Companion, the fiercely G u a r d e d

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     She could not have been prepared for this chance encounter. It was an unlikely friendship: Naomi was the daughter of someone linked to Raiya’s old life in the Nightwing Empire. Fate lead them to meet in an alleyway during Raiya’s first night in the city. Their differences were placed aside, and a friendship bloomed over marveling over one another’s life stories. Together, they shared a home as roommates, and pulled each other from very dark points in one another’s lives. Raiya looks upon Naomi with utmost fondness despite her history. She knows that Nao can fend for herself, but she vows to vehemently guard her from whatever comes their way. 

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K Y R A H . L a R O U G E

The Wolf, the Confidante, the peripatetic S i s t e r

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     A wanderer, this one is ;; an unchained soul entrapped in wanderlust. Communication is incredibly sparse and contact remains short-lived, yet Raiya holds no bitterness towards her adopted sister. There are times where Raiya wishes she could be closer to Kyrah, yet she has learned to not protest when the wolf deems it ready to go. She remains quiet when they part ways, yet is always prepared to welcome Kyrah back with open arms.

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Raiya's character has been a work in progress since roughly 2010. Her history, personality, and everything about her has been created by RP interactions over the years. It is my goal to continue developing her as a character and her storyline to its maximum potential, up until I feel it is appropriate to retire her. All plots I take on directly influence her and her storyline.

Raiya has also been a good supporting character, mentor, rival, etcetera for other characters over the years. I am more than happy to have her help further develop your own character in a plot, be it a short-term interaction or a longer term plan.

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  • Spencer watched as the proposed site zoomed further towards them on the display, still marveling at the technology. It was just as impressive when it was sitting still, as it was moving. Had he thought out the dragon’s moves properly? The times of stress and duress as a Rider were far enough behind him to wonder just a little. He repeated the name of the peak in his thoughts when Raiya had presented it. A lot had changed in those past years, to turn his wandering attempts into something obsolete. The amount of planning and thought put toward the situation didn’t go over his head. It mixed with the vast sense of intel that his old friend had gathered during one another’s absence.

    New details appeared on the map. Spencer’s eyes flit from one side to the other, studying the text box in the corner for a moment, then the location that was pinpointed. Distances were translated into days and nights in his head. It was then translated into provisions, among other concerns. “It’s the only type of terrain where even an injured dragon moves faster than whatever it’s pursuing it… so I hope,” He murmured under his breath. 

    After several moments of fighting the display (that didn’t want to pick up the old ghost’s cold fingertips), he managed to close in on the peak of the range. “...Safe for a dragon, I suppose we’ll have to get ourselves there somehow all the same, hm?” Spencer’s phasing lent him a hand in that, but the carved-out territory fixed itself to be more steep and hostile than those he was familiar with in Nightwing. Nor was he alone. 

    This could be it… 

    Raiya’s words earned a wild look on the other mage’s face. He was just as afraid of committing to the hope of it all, as he was afraid of what they might find. “It really could be,” He uttered with his own sense of disbelief creeping in. So close. Certainly far enough, but for now the projected image in front of them put it right at their fingertips.

    Almost like it was too easy.

    “Military… really?” The ghost echoed with an exasperated tone. There was a silence while he thought it over. Raiya’s synopsis earned a wayward glance as all the odds were laid out together. Spencer watched her face disappear in her palms with a pinch of concern between his brows. It faded soon enough when the laughter, utterly steeped in tiredness filled the room. 

    “...” The ghost walked toward the chair he had taken and allowed himself to drop into it heavily. He drew in a long, steady breath. For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to laugh, but a huff left his chest at Raiya’s own

    “Well… it’s not Mount Everest,” Spencer chimed in coyly, harboring a beaten-down smile that spread further and further at the thought, rising to the other elf’s hysterics. Insult to injury? He couldn’t even call out to the dire dragon for a sign of hope that he might answer. It all should have been crushing. Utterly defeating… The two had been through too much bloody hell to leave it as something like that.

    “The adventure of this lifetime… maybe the next,” They were doing it. They had more of an inkling of a lead than he had in decades, and they were pursuing it. “I will be, yes,” Spencer confirmed with a nod of his head. After who-knows-how-many days of walking the desert, even he couldn’t deny a little rest. A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m glad you found time for your magic even among the Warlords.”

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  • Spencer studied the rippling surface of his mug for just a moment longer and hummed. “I do, yes… If I may be wrong, well, she can hold her own, I have no doubt of that.” Of the few certainties he had about the mysterious mage, that was one. His attention lifted from the table surface and remained on Raiya thereafter, sitting relatively still. Hearing the name always sparked something after so long. He heard it in his head but rarely spoken aloud, let alone by a voice that understood. Raiya had the ghost’s attention, no matter how hesitant he was to listen.

    The photos. The townsfolk. The ‘enemy’. The variables made the man’s brows knit together while his thoughts were ultimately on the photographs she had shared. Spencer drew in a steady breath. “You know when the clouds grow dark enough, I look up and I wonder. The feeling never grows any stronger or weaker, but I still go. Raiya, I have chased after plenty of thunderstorms in the last hundred years.” He leaned back in his seat. “A lead is a lead, that alone I am more than grateful for, no matter the chances. We won’t know unless we see for ourselves. False hope or not.”

    Spencer’s hand rested under his chin thoughtfully while the other reached for his cup. He leaned back in his seat to the point of testing the balance of its front legs tentatively. His eyes wandered their way out of his thoughts and into whatever Raiya’s business was with the bags nearby. Once an item had been fished out, he gave the cube-like form a curious once-over. When the device started to beep at her command he set his chair back on all fours and leaned forward.

    “Surely,” Spencer agreed absently while studying what she was up to with the object. Once it was activated and the holographic display came alive before them, the blue glow reflected off his wide eyes. Without prompting, the mage stood up to get a better look. The technology was beyond him; even so, it was hard not to be impressed with the Warlords and their tactics.

    He had a long enough look to gather his bearings before the terrain was altered and the mountain range was shown with all of its twists and turns. He glanced over the multitude of peaks, chasms, and minimal human settlements strewn among the more hospitable elevations. “Four-hundred miles long, sixty wide, ten thousand feet… that’s- over forty thousand square miles. The mountains are the only thing that could turn a dragon into a needle in a haystack,” He murmured quietly.

    He ran a weary hand through his hair. He had his recent journey from the far southwest to the desert to compare with the hunt up ahead. Was he chasing another storm? Were the photos truly the work of a dragon, let alone one that had gone missing for so long?

    “Caves,” Spencer responded relatively quickly. His head started to shake slowly thereafter. “-When he was at rest, but if our hypothesis would prove correct, if he has been under the earth for as long, he wouldn’t. I can’t imagine he would. Not immediately, no.” Where are you? He thought.

    His fingertips rapped on the table for a moment. “If he were on the move, ravines or canyons would be the easiest way to lie low. That is… if I were to assume the worst about his condition. He may not take to the mountain tops unless it meant he was well out of range… what about its highest peak? How far was it from the photographed site? In the desert, we might not be able to use storms as an indication.” The mug was set down. Spencer was pacing, now, as if the other end of the holographic map would provide the answers any quicker.

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  •  Watching the near blinding blue light bolt across the floor directly beneath him nearly threw him off balance in a fit of shock— the skittish creature unsettlingly watching the movement… but they were steadfast enough to stay on both feet, and gave Raiya a look of grateful confusion as they disappeared from sight. The phantom pains of adrenaline began again, quiet and still as a mouse, the chlorophyll rushing to their head and clouding their hearing.

    The talking on the porch persisted for a good moment. It felt more like they were the snooping children trying to eavesdrop on a parent's conversation than anticipating a sudden dangerous arrival. It was almost ominous how placid and casual the voices outside were. Was it… a false alarm? Maybe Saltmoss did lose them and he was just paranoid now. As the thought was sewn into their mind with each passing, undisturbed moment— embarrassment permeated through their invisible bubble. 

    And as the feeling peaked, the door creaked open to a large hooded figure struggling to make his way through the door. He turned and ducked his head to fit himself through the doorway, horns clunking against the wooden frame as he situates himself inside. From her spot behind the desk, Raiya would be met with the towering, seven and half foot tall visage of the stranger Saltmoss was trying so desperately to avoid. Shaking his head and brushing himself off, a gruff voice from beneath the hood laughs at himself jovially. The horns hinted at it, but now that she could see his face in full view— a patchwork of muddy brown fur across a goat's snout would confirm he wasn't human.

    "Haven' had t'deal with that fer awhile, sorry abou' that! Didn' mean t'cause a ruckus there,"

    Pulling off the hood, his nose wrinkles slightly at the smell of incense, his eyes sweeping over the store in curiosity… and he looks for just a little too long. For a horrifying second, Saltmoss could've sworn they made eye contact. But he turned back to look at the shopkeep a split second later, as though nothing happened— and the stranger's smile sustained. There was a potent energy in the air, one that seemed to clash with the serenity of the store. Something moved behind his eyes that was bigger than him, bigger than the building itself, but his patient demeanor disguised it well. Interrupting his train of thought with Raiya's obligatory, chirpy customer service— he chuckled again, less boisterous this time. 

    "Oh, I'm no patron, lass— my business here is more urgent, if I could have a moment of yer time? I won' be too long, I promise. Jus' wanna ask a couple questions,"

    Shoving a hand into the pocket of his cloak, he pulls out a crinkled paper— the bottom is torn off and the word at the top is blotched out in ink, but she should immediately recognize the creature in the picture: the one huddled by the shelves deeper in the store. 

    "Have ye seen him? Poor lad thinks he's in trouble an' won't come home. Breaks my heart t'think he could be in danger." 

  • The leshy was hyper aware of the clicking of shoes against the tile floor, jerking his head away from the product and expectantly watching the mouth of the aisle for a figure to appear— and appear she did. Shamefully, despite her well off demeanor, the first thing he noticed was her ears. And then, bright blue peering back at him, almost pervasively. There was a jaggedly instinctive smile that was nervously pulled onto Saltmoss' face when she cleared her throat, trying to mimic her feigned hospitality. But even the politeness in his grin couldn't hide the abject anxiety in his eyes and body language. Saltmoss was bouncing on his heels so much, one could easily mistake him for trembling. 

    "Oh, OH you're the shopkeep! Oh yes, yes, I could really use some help."

    His eyes flicked between her and the door before continuing, just to be sure no one had heard his initial guffaw. They spoke in a deathly quiet whisper,

    "I need something that could hide me for, err…"

    He checked the imaginary watch on his wrist, attempting to humorously display his desperation to buy back time Saltmoss just didn't have. A nervous laugh bubbled up from his throat, and his smile sustained as he glanced back up at her pleadingly,

    "Ten minutes? I'll pay now. Right now. Everything I have. If they see me, I'm dead."

    The sound of heavy footsteps and mumbled conversation on the wooden porch of the shop nearly rendered Saltmoss further onto his knees to beg for his life, ducking his head down even lower behind the shelf in case that someone walked in. For a few seconds, they lost themself straining their ears and staring in horror at the door, and only then did their smile waver in the glimmer of what could be the final moments of this chase. Their phantom of a rabbit heart flared up again when they looked up to Raiya. 

    "Please."

  • The sound of boots slamming against wet cobblestone through an alleyway, the echoing still ringing in their ears. The familiar shouts of marauders screaming something that sounded akin to their name, but fear kept them from remembering the last few seconds in the dark. They could practically feel the fingertips on their shoulders when they rounded the corner—

    The street was crowded, which wasn't terribly odd at this time of night. In this part of the city, populated and jubilant, drunkards and patrons and social butterflies walked briskly about the street. Window shopping, drinking, laughing obnoxiously loud— nothing could seem to halt the lively atmosphere as the sun began to set. Not even the group of vagrants barreling down the street could stop the night for long enough. 

    "SALTMOSS!"

    Zipping and pushing through crowds of people, ducking through legs and climbing over tables, the plantkin was desperate to move forward by any means necessary— anything to make sure they couldn't get that close to him again. Offense was quickly taken by every street goer he shoved into, and one nearly grabbed him by the scruff of the neck when he attempted to shove her closer to the pirates. It was a life or death chase of swimming through bystanders, met with the many different shades of surprise, concern and anger. As long as the voice behind him never got to show its face again, Saltmoss didn't care what anyone thought of his brutish behavior. 

    Rounding another corner down the street, taking the few blissful seconds out of their line of sight long enough to hide— the plantkin quickly ducks behind a couple crates sitting on the stoop of a shop. They clamp their hand over their mouth, and watch the shadows of the lamplight swim over the stone road beside them. The visage of silhouettes, dancing and laughing, were interrupted by the towering frame of Uncle Morosa. Saltmoss made themselves small, as small as they possibly could— even with the accordion strapped to their back. It was moments like these where they could swear they have a pulse, because the drumming in their head was maddening. They strain their ears, past the bustle of the city,

    "... It's close by. I don' see any movement in th' street."

    The giant figure shifts to look at two others.

    "Find it. But don' kill it. We need t' talk with the lad, if nothing else."

    Bum bum. Bum bum. Bum bum. The ghost of a frantic heartbeat haunts him when he hears the words. As the dark shapes dissolve further into the street, Saltmoss scampers into the building— the chime of a doorbell rings above their head, and there's a homey, familiar smell that wafts through. Despite the gentle 'welcome' this shop seemed to embrace him in, he quickly interrupted that fleeting sense of comfort with a resolute SLAM of the door, the welcome bell clunking painfully at the force. Saltmoss descended further inside towards the rows of shelves, keeping their eyes peeled for the door yet hunching down to pretend to 'browse' through all the product— praying no one heard. Their breathing was quick and shallow.

    'I thought I outran them for good.'

  • The Elf’s actions, beyond what their visitor could see, actually made Tempest visibly fluster some, having been a while since he actually held a woman to any extent, even if it was just for the purpose of rescuing her. His right arm wrapped around her shoulders and leaned into it as they ventured away, a more genuine smile plastering itself across his face. This would undoubtedly make a certain someone stare out of sheer jealousy.

    Once they had rounded a corner and headed to another section ahead, where a few piers could be seen. Now out of earshot, an audible exhale of relief was given, soon turning slightly so he could glance at Raiya’s face.

    “Dunno, he’s kinda creepy though. But let’s go!” With that said, he’d continue on with their trek up a ramp, which would lead them back up onto the boardwalk. Since they came dangerously close to having a witness, perhaps it was wiser not to change while people were around, even if he could dive underwater first. 

    By the time they went about their journey on foot past all the shops, the sun was already beginning to descend into the horizon, casting an orange and golden light in their vicinity. What a spectacular sight to conclude their day, despite being soaking wet. Luckily for Raiya, he tugged on the water molecules when no one was paying attention to pull it from her outfit, instantly drying it.

    . . .

    Nearly two days went by since their initial encounter. By now, it was well into the afternoon during opening hours when the doors swung open at the press of a palm, where none other than Tempest had set foot inside. Some water droplets from ongoing rainfall were shaken off until his coat would be hung on a wall, /if/ there was a place for it.

    “Got something awesome for ya Rai!”

    Making his way over to the counter, an eight by eight-inch cube made from tiny, dark, unsaturated bricks with a window on all fours sides was pulled from a cushioned cardboard box. With the item in hand, the sea drake gently placed it down, quickly searching around for a stool and placing it to sit on. 

    “Found an old thing from Gleeon’s collection of magic stuff. It’s called the Nautilis Cube, and has some weird pocket dimension thingy inside filled with water that’s like a giant aquarium. Big enough for my chonky ass to swim!”

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Raiya liked Legion's blog post Loneliness
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Raiya liked 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚's blog post Confessional Event - The Things She Carries
Jan 2
Raiya liked 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚's blog post A Mother's Love. [chapter III]
Jan 2
𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 commented on Raiya's event The Confessional - A Raffle Event
"Completed the blog. ^^ The Things She Carries."
Jan 2
Raiya posted an event

Jan 1, 2024 at 7:15pm to Feb 5, 2024 at 11:55pm

Writers Realm

Jan 1
Raiya liked 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚's blog post To Hell and Back [chapter II]
Jan 1
Raiya liked Apollonius Grimm's blog post The List: The Trifecta
Dec 31, 2023
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