Zoriko

Dragon of the Clouds || 500 Years Young

"There is no source of darkness; it is merely the absence of lights"

-WIP-

 Description:

Zoriko is a rare type of  juvenile dragon with pointed, white scales. Her small silver talons shimmer on her toes and don't serve too much of a purpose besides grip, and spikes that travel down her body.

Her wings are longer than most dragons of her age; being a dragon of the sky meant having a slender physique, larger chest for bigger lungs, and a broader wingspan to glide through the harshest of winds. 

Zoriko's  crimson red eyes glow dimly at night, and with strong emotions, aiding her night vision. 

Zoriko's photographic memory aids her in protecting herself and others.Zoriko is learning the power of magic, and her latest abilities are often a result of impulse and desire.

As a human, her skin is as pale, pure as porcelain. This and many other features coincide with her dragon form, long, straight silver hair, crimson eyes, which glow with anger and with the twilight. Being a juvenile dragon means she's also a short human, standing a mere 5 foot.  Zoriko has Elven tribal markings upon her arms, and her legs, though she usually conceals them using appearance shifting magic.These markings were given to her by her former dragon rider Zora, though appearing after her death

Zoriko has proved time and again that her appearacne does not define her demeanor, which is rather cautious and shy. She has learned to test people she doesn't know in order to gauge their personality. Shy at first then cunning to really expose a person's true intentions. A lethal combination.

 

 

Birth and Banishment:

Zoriko was born 500 years ago in the Cloud Kingdom. However, soon after her birth, she was abandoned, shortly thereafter, forced out of the sky and onto land, for reasons she could not understand as a child. Today it can be described as prejudice.

For the part of her childhood where she roamed the skies, Zoriko was alone, and discriminated against because of her appearance; Pearly white, while dragons of the sky were an array of beautiful pastel colors, sometimes resembling the vividness of dawn and the tranquility of dusk

She was born too early and a sickness in her early stages of life caused her color to develop differently from the others. She was blessed or cursed with silver scales, some silver, and others a pearly white, and destined to remain juvenile; slightly smaller than the rest.

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Zora:

Zoriko's childhood became mundane, and spent mostly in solitude.Then one day, Zoriko found a tribe of elves. Hungry, lonely, and a bit curious, Zoriko flew over to them and found that these elves were warm and welcoming. They accepted her with open arms.

They didn’t care for her color, or her size. To them she was the most captivating creature they had seen. 

Zoriko's silver color made her unique, and tied with a kind personality, Zoriko was the companion and guardian that this village desired. For the next few decades, Zoriko lived in peace, with the elves, and even made friends with a particular elf who called herself Zora, the daughter of the head of the village. She, like Zoriko had a slender physique but long curly hair which was the color of rich chocolate. 

Her appearance almost doll like, and her ears, long and pointed upwards. She made up for all the compassion that Zoriko was denied in the past, and she  and Zoriko became very close, almost like true blood siblings. Zora had taken her in, allowing to reside in her house, and sleep in her room. In fact, Zora was the girl who gave Zoriko her name, and they lived as best friends, rather than as pet and master.

Everyday in the morning, Zoriko would do her morning rounds, where she would fly above the village to stretch her wings. Soon, Zora began tagging along, riding on Zoriko’s back,whispering "Fly Safe" into Zoriko's ear. It was a statement that warmed Zoriko’s heart. For the first time in her life, Zoriko felt needed, she felt like she could finally protect, her rider, master and best friend, Zora.

 

Death of a Rider:

Zora fell ill one day, and against her will, Zoriko left her in the village to fetch her some herbs and meat, only to return to a village that was engulfed in flames.  Before she realized, her worst nightmare had come true, as she eventually found Zora, charred, trembling in pain.

 

Her dying wish conveyed with the words, "Fly...safe...My sister..." and she lay limp as she tried to hand Zoriko her alexandrite pendant.

With nothing left to live for, Zoriko, who could not bring herself to bury her master, took her corpse to an abandoned cave where she lived for a few months alongside her master. Zoriko felt eminently guilty.

With every passing day she regretted leaving Zora alone on that day, because if she hadn’t left her behind, she could have saved Zora. She blamed herself, there was one person who gave her the love a family would give her, and she lost it. Zoriko thought she would live in the cave with Zora until death consumed her whole, and she lay right next to Zora.

 

Skya and Nightwing:

A few months later, Zoriko was finally able to put Zora to rest, burying her where the village once stood.

Zoriko could no longer bear the happy memories that village bore, and she began to wander, hoping that her life of solitude may end soon.

A few years later she came across a black dragon of the night, named Skya, alongside her rider Lenn. Skya’s motherly instincts took over and she immediately took a wounded Zoriko under her wing.

 

 Skya accepted her with an open heart, and they lived as though they were bound by blood.

Although becoming Skya's daughter gave her new joys in her life, Zoriko finds it hard to trust anyone but Skya, and constantly wants to be near Skya in case she needs her.

 

Nightwing and the Onset of Magic:

As the days past with Skya, Zoriko finally had a new family. New found brothers, who were Skya’s blood offspring. In fact, her brother Klaus was the one who had taught her to harness her magic so that she can transform into human form at will. She became close with Lenn, Skya’s rider, and companion, and she considered Lenn’s family, her own family.

Zoriko thought her life was complete, and finally when she was strong enough, decided that she would go on a voyage and visit the grave of Zora, so that she could convey to Zora that she had finally found happiness once again.

On Zoriko’s return, she stopped by a mage who taught her other uses for her magic, including mastery of the elements. Although her descent grants her immense power in wind and water, her magic training allowed her to harness fire and lightning. Her training under this mage took years, and she returned to her home as an adult, no longer the estranged child she once arrived as.

Present Day

Today, Zoriko works for a large magazine company; as an artist. Within nature she was able to find her home, as well as her dream job, to simply observe nature and imitate its beauty upon paper.

Though she was given a home in the city, she sometimes relaxes in the wilderness of Nightwing, patiently waiting, for life to take it's course, and so she may enjoy every moment of her new life

 
 
 
 
 
 
Bonds: 
 
Zora
 
Skya:  Adoptive mother
 
Rigel: Brother; Skya's blood son
 
Klaus: Brother; Skya's blood son
FC: Ola Rudnicka

Rules:

  • No god modding, It generally ruins the plot. Give me options to abide by if you must, but no controlling
  • Do not try to kill my character either, a fight is fine, also if you startle her or scare her in any way, she will probably hold an attack stance, but she won't attack you first. Killing her will result in an immediate end to the RP
  • Just know that Zoriko is timid and cries frequently, if this annoys you, I'm sorry. Feel free to criticize it (which may lead to more tears, you have been warned), but if you can't deal with it, don't rp with me.

 

Authors Note:

  • I'm usually pretty quick with responses, but if you don't get a response for a few days, I haven't forgotten about you I promise. I'm a full time college student and it's crazy                                                                          
  • This song is called Norwell, and it's from the game Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask.                                       

 

 

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  • “Spirits you say? Take heed Brightscales, my own adversary will not honor such an agreement to take this elsewhere, even the deceased are not safe from his clutches. As unfortunate as that may sound.” In response to the protest Zoriko gave them about engaging each other right there on the spot, a warning was given on just how disrespectful that tri-headed menace truly was. Hearing that made his left head grit his teeth out of annoyance, having subconsciously known this was a fact about his true nature. While the onyx scaled leviathan wished to comply with her request, the other would not if it meant ripping out his opponent’s throat.

    “An island?”

    “This land is part of a whole continent.”

    “You would be wise to know this is an active war zone.”

    What made this seemingly random encounter all more bizarre was the obvious lie they were not on the type of land mass Draven just described, claiming to be standing on something else entirely. Even Tempest knew this wasn’t true by any means, but that didn’t stop him from rescuing a certain human he was advised not to retrieve for their own safety.

    Within seconds of answering, the necks of all three began expanding slightly with a sort of build up increasing in their throats. Thanks to a quick glance he had, the azure scaled beast managed to anticipate the incoming strike and took off on all fours, unsure if this was intended for him or his Uncle at first. The middle head’s maw opened to release a wide, cobalt inferno that charred its way towards the Oceanic elder just a short distance away, already leaving embers in its wake. Mel was quick to collapse onto his side and rotate his entire body aside for evading it. Upon rising onto his talons, his dense jaws would part until a stream of pressurized, boiling water erupted from it.

    As they were still attempting to incinerate him, the triad found themselves being struck and easily gaining a mouthful of salt water. Were it not for them ceasing that fiery breath, their heads would’ve literally exploded from creating so much steam, luckily for him that brutal event did not occur. The fallen Monarch snarled loudly until their wings began beating against the soil below to get airborne and take flight. The ancient Sea Drake charged forth to grip his tail from behind once he had flown past using his cone-like fangs. Such an unexpected halt caused him to descend and tumble into a rock formation and take out a few unfortunate trees, if any two-legged beings were standing close by, that impact would’ve felt like a short-lived quake beneath the Earth.

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    Wherever Zoriko would choose to land prior to their escape, the one who disobeyed her was quick to follow her there. Should she choose to cease flight at a safe distance from the confrontation going on, said young drake would be reluctant to approach her and said nothing, already attempting to predict how she might feel about his actions back there. His eyelids came down almost halfway at the thought of his decision, but there was a very specific reason as to why he carried this out and may need to justify that to her soon.

    A quick release from his upper back was made to let the Captain slid down off his side and dust off his shoulders afterward, soon walking over towards his lowered head. His gloved palm reached over to run itself across Tempest’s neck repeatedly on its side. Said onyx haired male shook his own head in minor disapproval for what took place earlier, but chose to pat the young drake regardless. If the white Dragoness hadn’t caught on earlier, it would seem those two knew each other to anyone’s shock.

    “One of these days you’re going to land on something as stubborn as you are, putting yourself at risk like that was reckless.” He said, scolding the wingless Dovah about his prior actions but did not raise his voice at him. “But I appreciate you saving me back there, if this were the other way around I would’ve done the same.” The lesser man announced, where Tempest would then nudge him lightly in the chest. In return, he received multiple pats around his snout before replying. “I wasn’t going to sit there and let him rip you to shreds, I’m not losing another friend just because that big bloke has a stick in his ass.”

    Now that they had their precious reunion, there was another matter they had to tend to, and that was Tempest not complying with the Dragoness’ orders earlier. Knowing there might be some emotional conflict if this wasn’t settled soon, the Captain broke away from him to approach Zoriko reluctantly, also taking a mental note of Zora’s presence. His two-piece visor was removed to reveal a pair of liquid mercury irises underneath when gazing back up at her towering figure if she chose to remain in her true form by then. It was at that moment when he spoke to her on Tempest’s behalf.

    “Hey… I may not you, and you probably sure as hell don’t like me, but I’m vice admiral Richard Magellan Bicondova, captain of the USS Unity which is docked not far from here. The point of me introducing myself is that I take full responsibility for Tempest did, him and I have known each other for some time. I came here as an explorer, searching for ancient relics from the Nightwing Empire solely for study. I did not foresee any aggressive dragons being here, we picked up nothing on it through radar, so I assume the big beefy boy back there was sleeping. He just came out of nowhere and attacked me. All I ask is that Temp isn’t blamed for something I did, please…”

    His words about the matter were sincere to say the least, all the Sea Drake did was try to defend someone he held dear. Could anyone really get onto him for that?

    Before the white scaled female could answer, her friend finally asked him a question that might surprise her. “Rich, where is Gleeon?” This ultimately left him silent for a moment and made him turn his silvery hues elsewhere from her, contemplating on his answer. In what felt like a prolonged wait, Bicondova responded to him. “I’d hate to be the one to tell you this, but I’ve lost contact with him. We kept in touch through phone calls and planned to meet up again. The last thing I heard from him was that he and his adopted mom were moving somewhere, he didn’t tell me when, where, or why. The only one who’s here with me is Eris, her and I fled together when we abandoned the Invictus.”

    “What about Clarion?” Something about uttering that name made the young drake speak in a much lower tone before, even his heart sank a little in his chest until a reply was given.

    “You might be in luck, because I may know where she is, or at least have a lead on her whereabouts. For now, I wouldn’t get my hopes up until we get there, I know she means a lot to you. At the moment, we ought to be more concerned with getting off this island. If your friend here can turn back into human form when we get to the beach, we’ll take my submarine back to the city, it's our best bet for avoiding any other beings like Draven again. Eris is waiting there, she might be thrilled to see you again.”


  • "Lily." She answered, watching the woman pat the ground in front of her. Slowly, she sat, observing her curiously. Lily had never seen a woman like her before, nor did she feel any inherent connection either. She had the means to protect herself if the stranger was perceived as a threat. 

    "What's your name? And what happened?" Her questions started, and would not stop until her curiosity was satiated.

  • As her deliberation came to an end on the object, a smile showed. Seemingly accepting of it, Spencer nodded his head to the decision. “So be it… consider it yours whether it be of use or sentiment.” The possibilities were endless for the matter. An extra ounce of strength could do one well in more trying times, after all. Leaving the topic be, his eyes turned down to the spellbook and the words on the page. He knew them instinctively and could likely recite them backward, once upon a time.

    There came a time once, however, where he couldn’t. Where his judgment was easily clouded and his abilities were put into question. Where he held his breath just as she was to the thought of acting. It came, and it passed… and so he was patient. The knife had been handed over, where Spencer stood equally calm to the events that would unfold. He did so without a flinch… he knew the nature of his friend as well as the history where it would bother him none.

    Lenn was perturbed little, all the same. The expression across the regularly stoic man’s face was grave as he did his work, holding off the pain that was an irritation to the grand scheme of things. What had brought him to be able to complete the action without flinching… was another long story altogether. The knife was set down with a far quieter clatter on Lenn’s part, eyeing the deep crimson that seemed borderline maroon with some disdain. Emerald hues then studied Zoriko’s face where he pinpointed the panic as it set in.

    It came to the man with some surprise that she acted. It went against the anxious figure that he had last been visited by, in the months before. Regardless, he watched Zoriko stride forward toward the problem… Lenn was calm. What if he had not been? If he were panicking? Such scenarios were to be faced as time went on. For now, the man gave no fuss when she grasped for his arm gently, turning it to her whim in order to go about the process.

    Both men watched and ultimately waited. Spencer’s eyes were upon the table as she spoke the words, going over each in his head in comparison. Eventually, he looked toward Lenn for indication quietly. The man clad in black showed little indication on his face throughout, waiting for the words to finish all the same in order to respond.

    Lenn’s silence persisted for some time, unnerving even to the white-haired man who readjusted his position some in wait. Eventually, the man’s head shook. Emerald hues settled on Zoriko with some sympathy. “Take your time.”

    “The fourth line, strive for clarity,” Spencer chimed in quietly. “There is little to fear in not achieving on your first time... with this being new text, half your worry is in reciting; understandably it leads to hesitation. Read it once more, repeat it to yourself a few times over if you so wish. The more accustomed you are to those words, the better off you will be. After today, I will have given you more time with the text I will assign you.”

  • As her question came, Spencer responded first with a sheepish grin. His eyes fell to the table, sweeping his hair back when he looked up again. “I will admit, in giving you that ring I was underestimating you… I should have known better, forgive me for it. As I mentioned, magic comes almost naturally to dragonkind, from what I have ever observed… even without your pendant, you may be more than capable. Yet with it, down the road… it may serve as an energy reserve for when you need it.” Spencer shrugged his shoulders. “The ring is yours to take or leave. It may return to the drawer if you would like. Otherwise, perhaps you might find yourself in a position to pass it down.”

    He was getting ahead of himself, wasn’t he? Yet forward thinking wasn’t always a terrible thing in his mind. When the question turned to his own dealings, he paused a moment thoughtfully. “Once upon a time I was heavily reliant, I used written markings such as seals, the use of stones... I still do for more complex things. I keep a grimoire where written word can be an aid in times of need. There is no wrong or right formula, simply those more efficient or suitable. The closer I get toward using my own energy the better, but I will always be with assistance.”

    The second book was handed over with ease. Where Spencer had learned once the old fashioned way, they would make due with what they had. He gave a hum of amusement to Zoriko’s comments, a smile visible. “If I do my job, you will save lives with it. In the very least, make them easier for a little while. He smirked afterward. “You will have to tell me if there is, won’t you?” Spencer mused.

    Time was given to read over the text on the page, where Spencer crossed his arms again. His gaze fell on Lenn who was ever silent as always, still attentive to the process. It wasn’t the first time he had aided the spirit in magic, witness to his own self-teaching many years ago. Lenn’s emerald hues shifted to Zoriko as well in wonder just how it would be received for the dragoness.

    “Casting a spell is like firing a gun,” Spencer started calmly afterward, seeing the flash in Zoriko’s eyes as her words were concluded. He knew she was done, and an ounce of what she might have been thinking. “You can hold a gun in your hand, you can grip the trigger… you can think about firing. You can say you will pull the trigger. Although if you are not ready, if you are unfocused, if you don’t have the intent to act… you won’t. Magic requires intent and decision making. Aim to always do so with a calm head; strong emotional reactions, the use of only instinct, can detour your results.”

    It was time, then. Walking closer toward the doorway, opening yet another drawer, the creak of it opening mirrored the clatter of metal on the inside. Spencer pulled out a small, thin penknife and flicked it open. “That spell is presented in the beginning of the book for a reason. Tripping on your words will do no harm.” The knife was then stuck to the table point down to it stood, closer to Zoriko’s side of the table.

    It was Lenn that took it, expression unphased other than an exhale that left his chest. As Spencer had reached for the item, the man was busy rolling up his sleeves to his forearms. A stool from the corner was pulled up secondly and he took a seat before plucking the knife off the table. He held it gingerly in one hand. “There are other complications to not being able to wield magic…” Lenn murmured in a low tone. It was quieted in compared to Spencer’s on the subject. “My own blood restricts it from what I am... Regardless demons are far more capable with destructive forms of magic.” He informed. As if on queue, effortlessly he lowered the knife to the top of his forearm and pulled it across the skin. Sharpened like a scalpel, it made not a sound. Crimson seeped from the precise, quarter inch deep gash it left, a notably darker color than what it should have been- Lenn showed no concern over the matter. Without a flinch, the only sign on the man’s face that the cut had occurred was a slight furrow of his brow, his lips pursed. The recognition of pain was a glint in his eye just for the instant it started. He stopped after what was about three inches across. The knife was set down afterward.

    “Your scene is safe, your victim is open to assistance, and perhaps owed a thank you when we are all said and done...” As Spencer spoke he picked up the knife, wiping the blade with a cloth. “An injured person calms down considerably when they can no longer feel it. To dispel pain is one form of sedation before you handle the injury itself. When you have your words read over to certainty, put your focus on the issue at hand and do so.”

  • That reaction of hers only further his interest. In a matter of seconds, the tri-headed terror himself nearly closed the gap by hovering all three just inches away, each snout facing her directly. The right one had its maw curving upwards to reveal a set of fangs that shifted into a demented grin while the left simply gazed upon her with vengeful hues, as if contemplating on striking her. His middle head remained elevated behind the others and tilted, having narrowed his light blue orbs in suspicion to her statement.

    “If that’s how it will be, perhaps I should continue.”

    “But know this.”

    “I. Hate. Liars. You and your sea wyrm would be wise to remember that, daughter of Skya.”

    Hearing it all already sent chills down Tempest’s spine in the meantime, having made a profound mental note of what sounded like an ominous, yet indirect threat. His heart skipped a beat while freezing in place for a good moment or two, up until his winged counterpart had begun her transformation. The Draconic Lord meanwhile resumed his gaze at Zoriko before drawing his other two heads back to grant her some room, but were still not phased by her change in appearance.

    Her aquatic friend was incredibly reluctant to move from his spot and leave a certain man behind, the same one hunkered down behind a rock their unholy guest failed to spot. He almost shook his curled fists at the thought of leaving for some strange reason, despite the fact it was nothing more than a human who lacked any special traits or powers. Surely there must’ve been a reason why he was adamant on saving the Captain other than for the sake of morality, right?

    For the sake of making them more formidable without provoking him, and because of his urge to shed that human facade, said Sea Drake allowed his body to radiate a familiar cobalt aura again. Much like her, his figure rapidly expanded to the armored being he was, easily morphing in shape to take on his true form. Even after that, he still lacked in size compared to the massive behemoth standing in front of them both. Draven’s left head snarled mildly in annoyance to just seeing it, knowing his extreme distaste for any Oceanic dragon kin.

    Yet before a decision can be made on whether or not to disobey Zoriko, the soil beneath all their talons shook, akin to when their visitor first charged at them, only lighter in weight. As one might expect from something so enormous like another Dragon, more trees were ripped from their foundations, or toppled inside to make way for a second intruder. Bits of dirt were flung about just a short distance away in the direction Zoriko was intending to go, but nothing could prepare her nor Tempest for what was about to make its appearance.

    Though not as massive as the former Kaiser, four claws stepped forth, both coated in thick onyx scales all the way up. A soft, thick, almost rubbery golden underside was found beneath the enormous feral figure that ceased all movement directly in front of the white Dragoness. Fins intended for gliding across water could be seen on each limb, gills located on its neck, and crimson serpentine hues. If that wasn’t enough to make a disturbing resemblance to her friend, the three horns adorning his head certainly were. Much of that exterior faded some, many scales being weathered by age, a few partially coated by barnacles originating from the sea. His size was the most notable feature, being at least two hundred feet across from head to tail.

    Not one, but two ancients were among them, and not of Nightwing.

    That dense maw of his parted open to reveal a much larger set of fangs that easily dwarfed Tempest’s, where one immensely loud roar was given, enough to shatter windows if there were ear. Even the surrounding vicinity quaked some from the vibrations it created, most if not all of it being directed towards the multi-headed creature they just encountered. No attention was paid to Zoriko as the mysterious black Sea Drake glared him down with the spinal fins on his neck rising up. The trio in question gritted his teeth with his left head snarling, only for the other two to stare back with vengeful orbs.

    The young drake meanwhile was too occupied gazing up in awe at the being who had just appeared before them, as if recognizing him right off the bat. He froze there in place for a good moment or two, until he was required to step aside since those two were already contemplating on who’d initiate the first strike. His emerald irises were already widened at him, still in a obvious state of shock at just the site of one of his own kind, a living one in fact. While it was inevitable the two leviathans would battle soon, his lips curved to form one enormous grin after being time to process who it was and announce it out loud. “That’s my_Uncle~!!”

    “You have some nerve setting foot here, wyrm!” The middle head snapped first. “And you call me the sist, I wish not to know what business you have with a juvenile from my pod, but I’ll be sure it’s the last.” Said the onyx scaled behemoth while his nephew inched his way out of sight between them both. “So you came to meet your grave? Very well, but the time this is over, I shall feast upon BONES of you and your youngling!!”

    As the two exchanged some banter back and forth, the much smaller azure scaled figure was about to deviate from where Zoriko was until a certain Captain erupted from cover. Since Draven was too occupied with the newcomer, he managed to sprint over towards her, where Tempest then scooped him up in a claw to place on his back. Why he chose to disobey her or that human willing ran in their direction was a wild guess at that point, it may or may not be a personal conflict they’d have later. With little time they had, the younger Dovah whispered a question to the man seated on the base of his neck frantically.

    “Where the hell were you…?!”

    “Went back to my former job, I couldn’t find anybody else other than Eris.”


    Now, why did he and that human act as if they know each? And who was Eris?

  • The past, in the end, had been right where he left it. The irritation of not knowing had only diminished since he first walked through Nightwing’s bordering territory. In a sense, even with his break from traveling, once Spencer had entered, he never truly left. The thought kept him going. Even in a now silent territory, he was at home. Nonetheless, he carried on just as he would now. Explaining further, Spencer spoke as if he were in his element. The wealth of information was something perhaps he had waited to share, or never thought he would at all. As Zoriko asked her question, before she would even finish he was nodding along. A smile returned soon enough.

    “Magic across the board works differently from person to person… it comes as easier to elves while humans may struggle to master it. Dragonkind is born with it on most occasions. It is a personal belief that perhaps lifespan plays a role in it.” Spencer cleared his throat and continued.

    “As for the Germanic magicians, in particular, those who worked with rune magic, the Norse labeled as seiðr, or Seidh… Between... oh… the late 800’s into the 1000’s when Heathenism was practiced broadly. Icelandic tribes divided the factions in two. Magicians were known as Galdramen. They were split between the Seidh as well as the Galdur. The Seidh based their skills upon more natural methods of magic with uses of animal and plant life in order to conduct themselves… The Galdur approach magic with verbal formulas and symbolism. The Seidh worked upon the energy and life forces of their tools. It was a shamanistic form of magic wielding. As for those tools? I have a book that may interest you as we go further. A Galdur magician’s work is far more dependent on the power of the magician itself. Incantations were prevalent. Some cultures, including Norse among others, require themselves to channel magic through a deity of their choosing.”

    “Magic is prevalent in places around the world… it all boils down to where the user channels their intent. How they went about their teachings, from one magician to another.” Spencer shrugged his shoulders. Taking a step back, he continued.

    “Some cannot hold the stamina to use magic without the assistance of an object from which to channel it through. Others may not be able to channel their intent clearly enough to produce spells without verbally speaking out their incantations. Some, for either reason, are not capable at all. I have found that I am unable to wield magic as naturally as others may be. I account it toward my half-human bloodline, for lack of better reasoning… to this day I cast not a spell without putting quite a bit of energy into my intent; I cast nothing out of instinct. It makes healing magic especially strenuous… but it could mean someone’s life, all the same. I keep a journal on hand when I travel.”

    As Spencer took a breather from his barrage of information, the book was pulled off its place, marked, and soon enough handed over to her for her own reference. It had served him well, and now perhaps it would do for her, even better. When the question was left in the air, Spencer leaned forward against the table in wait for an answer.

    Soon enough, Zoriko would respond with one. Giving no indication it was wrong, instead, a subtle nod came from the white-haired man. “So you assess the situation… if safe, you proceed. First aid rules follow even more strictly in healing magic. If someone lucid wishes no assistance, even in the face of death, their wishes are to be respected. Not to say you cannot go by your best judgment in some situations.”

    “And so, you identify the nature of the injury and you begin the process of healing…”  Spencer turned his back once again. Another book was taken off the stack, newer in covering. He set it on the table and pulled it open to what were diagrams in full color. Anatomy. “This book covers basic human anatomy. You need to know the canvas that you are working upon in order to better identify the problem, and solve it without causing further injury. Many of the structures, such as organs and muscles, and so on, remain similar throughout a broad range of species as well.” Spencer flipped to a spot halfway through the book, where another marker was placed. “It includes an appendix of different ailments, injuries, diseases alike... and what may be their cause. How to properly handle each according. We will start small and grow from there on.”

    “As promised, we will start small… if you wish to proceed with more complexity, then let these two texts be your guide. Any incantations I give you, I expect they will be memorized in full. Tripping over one’s tongue can be hazardous.” Spencer closed the book, sliding the first book of healing spells closer again. He opened it to the introduction bookmark and flipped a couple pages. Turning it around, he pointed it back toward Zoriko and placed a finger over the top of the page.

    The text displayed was brief, almost poetic in its delivery. With only four lines, it read much like Shakespearean English while still being legible. The header read as ‘The relieving of aching’. “We will start here. Read it, speak it… take your time. When you feel you can recite clearly without looking, we will proceed.”

     

    [*DUMPS ALL THE WORDS ON YOU AHSKDFGH*]

  • Spencer’s face was nothing but calm as he spectated… it was nothing he had not witnessed before, something that would not change after. The factor that would change however was the reactions it earned. His gaze flickered from her hand to her own expression on her face with a smile hidden. He said nothing at first, as time was given for her to sort out what her senses were telling her on the matter.

    Eventually, he would break composure in the form of a small grin. The bottom line question came, and he was used to that as well. However, something changed as silver hues held some distance as he thought over his words.

    “My true blood heritage is half human, half elf… however, I am a spirit.” Spencer studied the table momentarily on how to proceed, looking up when he had found words. “Yet, as plainly as one could see, here I am among the living. I require no different necessities than the living, however in smaller quantities…” When his eyes flickered to a rather silent, oddly sympathetic Lenn standing in the background of the conversation, he exhaled.

    “In whatever life I once lead... I passed away. Three-to-four hundred years ago, now… and I woke up just like this… or so I believe. I remember not a thing from before I had woken up, unable to control it in fact, it took many years to hone in on how to keep one’s soul with their body.” Spencer’s gaze fell back to his hand reminiscently, then returned to Zoriko. “Of course… it is merely a hypothesis. I have traveled the world for answers, I have spoken to Witches, Shamans, the Spirits themselves… and that is what many had decided upon.” His words were calm, yet an intensity in his eyes hadn’t fully moved on. An obsession so close to one’s own self was simply hard to leave be.

    But today wasn’t about him, no. Spencer cleared his throat, crossing his arms. “When I had begun learning to heal, I was doing just that. I was traveling… I learned out of necessity. For those around me, for those I meet. There are just as many magical solutions for problems as there are mundane solutions… I will teach you which I know.” The man then turned his back toward the center table, attention shifted to one of the books that had been picked up prior and set down on the table, the day before. The dark, leather bound cover was inscribed with lattice patterns of a deep, rich burgundy color. Smaller than textbook size, written in a mixture of Latin and Old English depending on the content, it looked to be around two-hundred and fifty pages in length.

    “There are many ways of going about it… the Germanic tribes would carve runes into their subject matter, generally wood, or bones and coat them with blood. Runes later on became powerful in themselves… they evolved into Pagan sigils in .” Spencer’s eyes were on the book as he opened it, flicking through the pages. “Transmutation circles. Objects with enchanted qualities… many of those procedures, most, in fact, involve the spoken word. An invocation, a spell, if you will. These symbols, objects, and phrases? They serve as a method to channel the Magician’s own energy toward their intent.”

    The man looked up with a grin once a page or two had been found. He searched around in the drawers, finding a couple pieces of ribbon to serve as bookmarks. He then set it down and slid it across the table.  “This book is your guide. Your Bible. The front marker holds invocations for what is beginner’s magic; many of the skills there may already be ingrained in you.”

    “The second, and the remainder of the book focuses primarily on healing. I would like you to study those. We will start with the first ten, then the first thirty… as we start, you will speak the incantations word for word aloud. As they become common knowledge, little by little they may not be spoken. You may speak it to yourself in your head. Eventually, some even learn to channel their intent on their own willpower… we call that class of magic wielders, Mages.”

    Spencer exhaled. He had spoken quite enough, hadn’t he? A sense of excitement hadn’t left his eyes since he had begun, however. “Dragons are very natural Mages… from their flame, to their link with their Riders. It is all a source of magical energy that may have never been considered as magic it all.”

    The book on the table was flicked open to the second marker where old, faded text was still legible. Spencer’s hands propped themselves on the table. From his silence, Lenn cleared his throat and came closer to the table, arms crossed as he leaned against the edge.

    “We will begin with those that are basic, most widely used.” Spencer looked to her, tilting his head. “Someone is in pain; an injury is evident. What comes as your first instinct? There is no wrong answer.”

  • When that last sentence left Zora’s lips, a sudden urge to seal his own mouth to hold back amusement struck him. In a matter of seconds, he erupted in laughter at the young woman’s inability to understand what was said, unable to suppress it for a good few seconds. If he were drinking anything, the young drake would’ve choked on it right then and there. Much of his face went slightly red from hearing it as his other Draconic friend explained it all. This might earn him a hard smack.

    “I probably just signed my death warrant, but let’s keep going. I wanna see what’s out here.” Said the aquatic one of their little group while they pressed on, well before they got into a discussion about the legendary Dragoness that raised his travel partner, which peaked his interest for the most part. He chose to listen for the whole duration for any details that might not have been shared with him before, chances are it might not be anything new really.

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    Now this was one living horror Tempest never expected to encounter in his lifetime, initially, he hoped this was an ancient from Nightwing instead. The steel colored leviathan was gazed upon with nothing but dread and terror, by now his face had gone pale from just the sight of him, as if recognizing who or what their guest was. In what like an eternity of thought, his heart sank into the pits of chest, beating at a high rate with concerns over whether or not this was a life-threatening situation. Even in feral form he’d be no match against such a titanic creature, something this size would require an individual close to Kaida’s physical power to subdue. Unfortunately, no beings of that scale or any deities were coming to rescue them, for now at least.

    Our names?”

    “Then by all means, allow me to introduce ourselves.”

    “Draven, the Dominion’s last Kaiser.”

    It would seem that they all shared one name, viewing themselves as a single being despite each one of the trio having a personality of their own, one can assume he literally had three brains in total. Prior to introducing himself, or themselves for that matter, the multi-headed ancient took a moment to eye Zoriko's petite figure from up close just mere inches away. His right head meanwhile slithered towards the elven female she brought with her, only this time it didn't display as much interest since she was not of Dragonkin. “I could've sworn you all went extinct a century ago, I'm astonished.”

    “The fact you're still among the living makes me want to assume others of the Draconic Empire still exist, I find it difficult to believe humanity wiped you all out.”

    “Let us not forget the sea wyrm she brought with her.”

    “Mel is of no concern, for all we know he may have perished. Good riddance to that parasite, his compassion for mankind was terribly misplaced.”

    Those were some pretty disheartening words, but that should be expected from someone who was closely related to Hydras. One thing her and Zora could assume at this rate was that said being held some ill intentions towards what could only be another Sea Drake other than Tempest. Whoever this may be, they certainly caused him a lot of grief, only he knew the story behind it other than the intruder.

    “Allow me to cut straight to the point.”

    “You see, there is a mortal who disturbed my rest running through here, presumably disappearing here among you. Tell me, where has he fled to?...” It was at that moment when his left head descended over to replace the middle one retreating back, easily gazing back with one light blue irises as he waited on a response from the white Dragoness. Judging by the narrowed expression that head bore, he was almost daring her to lie on his whereabouts. Either they’d need to get clever or watch a man they didn’t know get incinerated before their eyes.

     

    Beyond his eyesight behind him, said onyx haired agent of sorts had his gloved palms pressed together in front of his beard, slowly shaking his head as of urging Zoriko and her friends not to rat him out. Since Draven turned his attention away from the Oceanic Dovah, the younger beast curved the corners of his lips down into a somewhat depressing frown before moving his head side to side at her. Of course, that was him making it known that he didn’t wish to give away the Captain’s position, if a single death could be prevented there, he’d choose that route any day if it were his choice.

    The stranger now found himself at Zoriko’s mercy. What was she going to choose? He did after all attempt to warn him about the would-be adversary before such a confrontation began.


    In more ways than one could imagine, Tempest wished there was some of kind of method for temporarily dragging the two females into a private conversation to share what he knew of this malevolent being, and what they might be up against if anyone failed to secure peace with him. Since she was the only one he could converse with without the hybrid beast noticing it, the azure haired male began whispering an ominous warning and some context regarding Draven into Zora’s ear.

    “Listen… I have a lot of reason to think the big beefy boy is an ancient enemy of my Uncle. He’s incredibly strong, probably powerful enough to even fight Zoriko’s mom. I don’t know what all he can do, but I doubt we could do much to fight him. One wrong move and he’ll flog the shit out of us. He’s got split personalities, so expect some mood swings. If you and her can stall him for a bit, I’ll get that one guy to safety without Draven realizing it.”

  • “Overdue,” Spencer repeated in confirmation, offering little else as his eyes flickered from his outstretched hand and then to her. There was little tension in the man’s expression other than a coy smile that was visible. He watched as she held her own out in order to take it… just as easy as inhaling and exhaling… he let her hand pass on through. Pale fingertips seemed to vanish as if the life had drained from them. A silhouette remained to show their existence. The touch was felt as something subtle, a brisk sensation on the skin. Something there... yet ultimately it wasn't. The smile on Spencer’s face had grown as he was more so concerned with studying her expression.

    “I don’t heal the same as a human, nor a beast…” His eyes shifted down to where his hand still lingered. Taking it back, his fingers curled toward his palm and gained solidity once more. “I don’t even injure quite the same. Therefore, if you wish to learn to heal, it will require a bit of… assistance.”

    Spencer’s gaze went to Lenn, then, trying his best not to grin. The dark haired man meanwhile wore a smirk at the corner of his mouth, coupled with an expression that edged on the side of bitter amusement.

    Spencer cleared his throat and leaned up again from the table. “Someone that heals quickly on their own, capable of granting feedback, all for the better. I will waste no more of your time questioning capabilities, we will start directly with tools for healing.” Pausing afterward for whatever response or questions there may be, he looked to Zoriko.

  • Well, it would seem Zoriko wasn’t the only one who could lose her composure in a instant. Just like that, her long lost companion went off on him right on the spot, and he was left to stare back in utter shock as she threatened him with a physical altercation. The following reaction was Tempest twitching one eye, especially after his white haired partner showed signs of amusement. Though docile like the rest of his bloodline, he wasn’t going to just sit back and not retaliate.

    If those words weren’t enough to escalate the situation between them, comparing him to a hatchling certainly was. “Try me and I’ll change before sitting my fatass on you! Like geez, you’re more grumpted than Zoriko’s boss on a Monday morning.” He stated out of spite with a prolonged exhale until they were both ready to proceed. Once their banter was exchanged, the azure haired figure hesitantly followed them beyond where they initially met.

    In the midst of their trek across the thick forest, they’d pass a tiny little pond on their right going towards a narrow passageway made from dirt. When having a brief glance, its surface had a slight ripple, then another, and a third. But it didn’t stop there, for it only increased and made them larger by the second. Eventually, the soil beneath their feet felt like it was someone shifting, up until it turned into rhythmic vibrations. His left arm was held out to stop both young women from stepping any further without speaking a word until those quakes worsened.

    “Ladies, are you hearing and feeling this too?” With the hairs on the back of his neck starting to rise up from anxiety, they were both asked a pretty ominous question as the snapping of tree logs could be heard from a short distance away. Those same vibrations only intensified while it gradually grew louder, and something was about to make the Dragoness’ pendant flare up, assuming it could detect the presence of another. That makeshift spear she crafted for him was held out in preparation for whatever was about to reveal itself.

    Amongst those quaking booms coming close, all three would hear human sized footsteps approaching at a frantic pace. Up front, the sounds of twigs snapping caught the Sea Drake’s attention as he leaned forward with his weapon already out, now might be a bad time to pull out his concealed trident if this were to be a mortal threat.

    But it wasn’t.

    Amongst the thick shrubbery and leaves, a gloved hand reached out to brush everything aside while a pair of combat boots sprinted across the foliage below. What came rushing towards the trio would be the somewhat middle aged man who previously landed much further away, only this time he had a sidearm drawn in one free hand while occasionally glancing back, as if something was pursuing him.

    “RUN FOR IT!!!” Would be his warning in the event all three would finally see him. Said onyx haired male made nothing of their bizarre appearances and simply leaped behind a boulder for cover, almost like he was expecting something to strike him from behind. While the presence of a human might be alarming, whatever had been chasing him was of far greater concern, and they might have to dismiss him for now.

    With a set of /massive/ steps closing in on their position, a bright light could be seen expanding in their direction. As a result, Tempest immediately laid down before a dense sphere of cobalt flames came rushing past him, having left some embers in its wake until it’d impact a rock formation behind them. More trees were heard snapping under some enormous weight while his heart started racing, soon rising on both feet.

    Then it stopped.

    Should the other two women gaze up with the Sea Drake, most of the vicinity up front had been crushed under four talons that easily dwarfed both younger dragons in size, each having metallic steel scales. Above them, three identical heads were seen towering over their location while the Captain remained in cover, each had their necks connected to one body that was akin to a European drake, only this one held a pair of wings folded up. All of them held baby blue, serpentine irises, pointed snouts, stream lined heads, and two horns bent back on each.

    A deep, bottomless rumble sounded in the left one’s throat as its fangs were revealed. The middle head meanwhile descended towards the two females at a slow rate, having eyed Zoriko the most while Tempest pointed his spear at it. The growls its other head produce came to a gradual cease as it took notice of their aquatic affiliate with a minor snarl, mostly out of distaste towards him. Though raspy as most would expect, the Tri-headed behemoth actually spoke, each head having their own sentences uttered in unison.

    “Daughter of the legendary Skya?”

    “We should have used her as leverage over Nightwing if the warfront was brought to them. She brought a sea wyrm with her, how disappointing.”

    “She could be the most valuable piece in our mountain of treasure~”

    If things could be more abnormal in this situation, the middle head appeared to be more inquisitive than the rest while the left came off as being vengeful. The right one was of course lusting after Zoriko for what she was, as if somehow already knowing that she was a Dragoness in disguise. Now where exactly did their intruder come from? Nightwing wasn’t know to have any multi-headed beasts, especially of his size and knowledge about the fallen empire.

    Talk about split personalities. If they thought that demon from earlier was terrible, this encounter was a massive step up. Perhaps they could defuse the situation by conversing with him and avoid provoking his wrath, for no one was aware of what feats that titanic creature was capable of.

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