Zoriko

Dragon of the Clouds || 500 Years Young

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

 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.

 

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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. 

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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.

 

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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

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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.                                       

 

 

Birthday:

March 28


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  • Make that strike three with angering her.

    In the immediate aftermath of his horrid reaction, Tempest shook his entire figure off to rid himself of any lingering grands of sand. But then, he ceased all motion when experiencing what felt like some sort of unsettling aura washing him, as if that sixth sense of his was going off. Already having a hunch on what it could be, his head turned to find one relentless glare being shot towards him. For the Sea Drake, it almost like she were impaling him with a knife a thousand times over, or at least that was what he imagined.

    If this were to happen with another other Draconian beast who survived Nightwing, there was a high possibility of someone ripping him to shreds by now, and such a thought sent shivers down his spine. Perhaps it was better to receive a scolding like that plus a chilling reminder of what could possibly happen if mortals caught wind of his recent actions. Maybe this was one issue that could be ironed out before such a day comes. Still, her words left him mildly petrified for a moment or two since they were quite cold to say the least. To say that she was cold when speaking would be understatement. While her guest hated admitting it, she was correct about what could go terribly wrong.

    In what felt like a prolonged period of time, he remained still as both frilled ears pinned themselves back. If she used the glamour just before this minor incident, most of his face would’ve gone dark red just from hearing all that. All he did in response was turn away and gaze at the sands below where that crater was made, only to wipe his maw using a talon. Nothing else was said now that her rant was over. For once his arachnophobia actually got him into trouble aside from one event where he wrecked a room in attempt to get rid of one.

    Now that she had him under a human facade and all their essential items were ready, the young drake who had been sitting there atop of a fallen tree trunk was still left feeling mentally numb after what transpired earlier perked up when his question was answered. Normally he would have protested the idea of not using the trident for their own protection, but arguing back seemed like a horrendous idea with how agitated Zoriko was just a few minutes ago. As much as her partner disliked their current plan, he hesitantly agreed.

    “If this is the best way to go about it, alrighty. And you'd probably be better at doing the talking anyway, I'm a terrible liar when it comes to acting. If you get thirsty, find me a pond or river and I can purify the water myself. I can use sea water if all else fails.” The trick required to pull such a feat gave him flashbacks of when he met a certain someone before eventually encountering his non aquatic counterpart, where that technique was used on a large scale. It eventually made him speak about the man in question. “I remember running into someone the last time I used it. I haven’t told you about the supposed rider I met, have I? He’s an awesome bloke, and the same one who explained to me what Nightwing is.”

    When the hints couldn’t get anymore obvious as to who he might be referencing, Zoriko was finally asked a particular individual they both knew by surprise “By some crazy coincidence, have you heard about a guy named Spencer? White hair, taller than me, pale skin? His partner was said to be Chanook before vanishing one day.” Another beast was brought up based off what the former rider informed him about as they stopped to gather a few herbs. For the sake of giving her a hand, Tempest reluctantly picked through them and frequently glanced back at the Dragoness to copy her methods for removing each one properly, only to drop them in their basket. While plucking them out, another mutual friend of theirs was brought up. “The second one I found by accident was Raiya, she was a shopkeeper. It’s a long story about what happened afterwards.”

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    Meanwhile much further away on a different portion of the coast well beyond their eyesight, a series of tiny bubbles rippled at the water’s surface consistently. The amount rising up only increased as an artificial silhouette occupied all the space below, only to somewhat increase in brightness when rising up gradually. Any surrounding marine life within the vicinity immediately fled at just its presence alone, which was something Tempest and Zoriko might be ignorant unless her pendant went off despite the current distance.

    What broke the surface was the bow section of a blade shaped hull that cut through those waters with ease. The rest of that enormous aquatic vehicle then came up with the center structure on top towering over the rest of its frame, easily keeping itself balanced thanks to its side pontoons for support. It’s dual propellers came to a gradual decline in rotation when approaching a barren wooden pier up ahead, where it maneuvered into position for docking. A side panel opened up, just before a boarding ramp of sorts extended outward.

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    A pair of onyx boots set foot onto the boards below, where the surrounding forest was reflected through a two piece visor that resembled sunglasses. One gloved hand reached up to lightly stroke his own facial hair once as the figure in question made way for an abandoned trail not too far ahead. His short, onyx strands were brushed backwards when gazing at the scenery surrounding him, contemplating on his next move from there as an uncomfortable amount of heat already accumulated around him from his black trench coat and undershirt already absorbing it.

    “Apologies for the intrusion Captain, but may I ask where exactly you’re going?” Behind him came a shorter, brunette male of a much younger age, roughly in his late twenties or so with a similar uniform. One gloved palm was raised to motion for him not to follow before a summary of his objective was given to his lesser crewman who wished to know of his eventual whereabouts, all while not turning around to face him.

    “This place holds historical significance to the alleged Draconian Empire, according to legend at least. Somewhere out here there likely exists a relic from its time, and I intend to find and bring it back in hopes it might give us a lead on what my contact told me about. Hopefully we won’t leave empty handed. I’ll be gone for awhile, you’re in charge until I’m back later tonight. Just stay with the sub and keep an eye out, I’ll keep in touch.” His serperior informed him until a prolonged exhale parted his lips for what he thought was going to be a painstaking search that could last an entire day. While reluctant at first, the Captain began his trek towards the forest in a separate direction from where the two beasts were.

    The chances of them encountering this stranger were low, and it would be awhile.

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  • “I think we ought to be glad our little detour on that ship is over, because I ain’t going back there. Who was that headless guy though? The one who saved us at the last second?”

    That was a fascinating question to ask, one they never got a straight answer from due to some extreme circumstances back on their last misadventure. As much as he loathed the memory of engaging their extinguished adversary, they could only speculate on who the mysterious undead being was, and why it chose to appear there. Perhaps they could invest some time into searching for him or learning of his identity later, whenever they would have time after their eventual return home.

    Her plan for fetching breakfast was noted when being informed about it, which made him shrug with a mild sense of hesitation. As she proceeded to wash her clothing without taking the rest off surprisingly, his snout rested on the sand as the spinal fins running along his neck laid themselves back. Both serpentine irises closed themselves for a brief amount of time in hopes of relieving some of the lingering pain due to his prior wounds not having received a full amount of care. In the short amount of spare time he had, he began tapping away at a rock's surface with his Draconic digits, mostly from boredom. When Zoriko’s priorities were made known, he spoke back even while his emerald hues were still sealed.

    “I would say let’s both use our real forms, but all those trees would be a problem. How is this going to work though? Only time I’ve hunted as a human is when I’m in water, and out at sea. If you think this is the way to do it, I’m game. Be careful though.”

    In whatever length of time it took for her to return, one frilled ear perked up from hearing her light footsteps approaching again, only for him to pick up on the rustling of various things she brought back. While his mostly healed wounds still stung, the Oceanic beast managed to open both eyes and raise his head to see what projects that female had going. It was easy to notice all her crafty work go into the creation of multiple primitive weapons that he guessed could be used on land based creatures, or anything they can find. Both brows above his eyelid rose up with a sense of approval at what she was accomplishing with what little resources they had. Normally his suggestion would’ve been to get a hold of knives or maybe even a firearm, something Gleeon once taught him how to use.

    During the midst of her work, he could feel a set of tiny limbs crawling up the center of his snout and spotted a black spec. When focusing both hues on it, turns out the creature in question was a little arachnid. “SPIDER!!!” At the realization of what was on him, the large male thrashed about violently, almost creating tremors beneath their feet were it not for the sand. Immensely loud snarls, growls, and even a mild roar escaped his dense maw before bucking around like an enraged Mexican fighting bull. For a moment, it was like he completely went feral, mentally.

    When the insect in question finally landed on its back from being flung off several feet away, his jaws opened wide before erupting with a beam of pressurized water. Such liquids being sprayed at high speeds sent mounds of wet sand and mud hurling on the opposite end of where Zoriko was, where it created one large crater. With every ounce of rationality still out of his mind, the Sea Drake managed to bring up sea water and create ice spears from them, which bolted over to impale the hole he made. One can only wonder how such a primitive bug managed to induce that type of reaction, talk about arachnophobia.

    Prior to his overkill attempt at destroying it, the Sea Drake let out multiple fast paced breathes from almost hyperventilating. At the realization of the mild destruction he caused, his shoulders raised themselves briefly as a shrug before she received an apology in case the Dragoness were startled by it. “Sorry… I hate those things. Continue.” He’d casually say, hoping said female just brush it off for now and resume.

    Moments later once she was finished, Tempest had a quick glance at her newly crafted makeshift weapons, nodding in approval once. Her next sentence made him tilt his head slightly at the objectives she had in mind that he didn’t quite expect. A few steps were taken to close the distance between him and his non-aquatic partner until a question was asked in response.

    “Wait, what? AH SHI-”

    Before the marine drake could talk her out of this, his whole figure shifted again to take on a whole new shape and shrink down with a flash. The attempt at hollering profanity was cut short from him having an unexpected impact towards the ground below, easily face-planting on his stomach and chest. After getting a mouthful of sand, he stood up to wipe it all out of his azure locks and eyes. Once he was given a moment to recover from that comedic fall, the young Dovah grunted while she nudged him to retrieve two items. As much as her friend hesitated, both the dagger and spear were picked up gently, the smaller weapon having been placed into a pocket.

    “Since I’m already getting hot in this thing and because it’ll just slow me down, might as well~”

    By reaching down in front, each and every button on his shirt was undone one at a time. Beneath that was one well toned chest underneath with a flat stomach below, having slightly pale skin given how rare it was for him to use such a form. With the upper half of his body now exposed, the clothing he wore was folded up and placed aside for now, having kept his pants on. After a taking a moment to stretch both arms, the spear was firmly gripped in one hand until the other was offered to Zoriko now that they were ready to see what the forest ahead had to offer.

    “Ready when you are. Just one question though. What do we do should we stumble across any humans? Like hikers, campers and such? Not that I think we'll find any."

  • Silence persisted well after she had gotten up and out of his hold, where he resumed laying there motionless. His heart rate kept its declined pace for nearly the whole duration as she went off to claim a spot on the shoreline, not once did her movements wake or stir him. Their recent brawl must’ve taken a great toll on him with how light of a sleeper he was.

    When the fractured leg, in addition to all cuts and scorch marks that were sustained earlier had been patched, the beating rhythm in his chest finally increased. A few shutters ran down his lengthy spine prior to receiving a dose of her healing magic, which would be just enough for him to make a gradual but full recovery. A mild huff escaped his nostrils from the massive relief that washed over him, at least now he could rest without the risk of waking up dead. Each of his dense talons loosened up before twitching slightly, which signified the likelihood of him regaining consciousness soon. In the event she attempted to use the glamour on him, all that did was create a formation of cobalt static around him from his body rejecting it. For him to revert back, more recovery time was needed. The rapid transformation already caused him to get sick and hurl up everything in his stomach earlier.

    Within moments, his sealed eyelids began to flicker open with his vision initially being blurry. The first thing he would notice was the absence of his partner, who was nowhere to be seen for the first few seconds. That short lived panic came to a cease when finally spotting her just a few yards away from where he rested, and the crimson stains they both left behind on the surrounding sand. A quick glance was given towards the wounds he sustained earlier, shockingly enough most of them were healed to his own amazement. Then that left a troubling thought in his head: Her own health.

    As sore as his legs felt, the large male stood up and approached her anyway from behind. By raising one claw, the Trident from a certain deity materialized in front of his chest before gripping its handle gently. The three prongs were pointed towards the cuts across the Dragoness until several streams of water were sprayed onto them. On a microscopic level, the water molecules sped up her body’s natural healing process by repairing damaged tissue and regenerating cells instantaneously. The result was Zoriko’s gashes being closed, all that likely remained now was dried blood on her skin.

    After this, the legendary item broke down into a mist of azure sparks and swirled back into his golden chest. Once finished, Tempest proceeded to lay there alongside the white haired female before resting his head on her lap. His right eye rotated up to gaze upon his non-aquatic counterpart, who he couldn’t help but appreciate what she did for him. A few soft grumbles of content were given when softly nudging her waste with his snout, pinning back both webbed ears until he chose to speak.

    “I’d hate to nag, but you should’ve focused on healing yourself first.”

  • A grin spread across the man’s face to her response. Laughter was to be expected. Had he seen it play out in third-person it would be no different. Instead, he was left with a memory- an exhilarating one. His amusement went hand in hand with it as he watched the girl try an reign in her laughing.

     “Evolution at its finest… we adapt to time as time presents us the opportunity. Change comes of its own accord. It is up to your own self to decide whether to be dragged, or to walk.” Spencer’s hand raised, brushing unruly white locks from his face with a semi-dismal expression on his face to the matter. He wiped it away before too long and exhaled.

    Their ‘walking’ had ceased for the creature, meanwhile. As his whistle spit the silence for a brief moment, he listened to the echo that came of it, watching the creature closely. It was a new encounter for the floral-esque entity. A new sound, unfamiliar. There were no centuries of evolution to tell the being what to do with it. As its head turned to and fro at a rather gentle pace, small, lithe feet moved the sprite about, back and forth upon the stream bank without crossing.

    As it did so, Spencer paused his observation to cast Zoriko a glance at the question. His calm tone lowered to slip under the creature’s hearing. “Perhaps… It has no origin. No ancestry, no habits of its kind passed down. None other than the plant life from where it started. It’s a whole new world… from what I have observed it is docile. It strays none too far from the stream, wandering out to the clearing from time to time. I will give it some time in this world before I approach it any further.”

    Time passed- another five to ten minutes or so before he was content. As the creature strayed further down the stream he eventually stood. A hand was held out to Zoriko if she chose to take the assistance, eventually finding his pocket instead, he gestured to make their way back to the main path.

    “We will pick up on it tomorrow at eight. While punctuality is advised, an early man rarely finds himself penalized.” Spencer shrugged his shoulders. The smile he cast her way was challenging. “We’ll waste no more time, we start on healing basics come morning.”

     

  • The question remained unanswered, not once did he try reaching for that pen to write another response upon turning away. However, all silence had been shattered when a series of faint, echoing cries caught his attention just a few meters away from where they stood. Such sounds compelled their unexpected ally into approaching the deck house before kneeling down in a particular spot to investigate the source of it.

    Right there in front of his boots laid one ghastly, short, yet transparent figure with stubby limbs. What laid before him was what resembled a human infant wearing a light blue and white onesie, resting in the remains of a small blanket that unsurprisingly decayed over the past century, possibly having belonged to it at one point. It’s cries of despair continued for almost a minute until their visitor finally reached down to bring both hands around it. The lost child that was only a few months old kept stirring as Tempest perked up to see what the Dullahan was about to pick up.

    It was indeed the soul of an infant judging by its transparent appearance, and that made a lump build up in his throat at the thought of a literal baby having lost its life after being ripped from its mother. Both serpentine hues were watering up with the urge to let out tears at the realization of what this minor discovery was. All he could do was gaze back in silence and defeat. Though not the most fond of mortal beings, Tempest would’ve gone out of his way to prevent this from happening  had they been there a hundred years ago.

    In what felt like an eternity of watching, the infant had been lifted into his arms before rocking it gently as a means of coaxing it into easing down. Such an act from a being of the dead was one her friend did not expect. A few moments were spent holding it as the child gradually quieted down, despite his frightening appearance. Eventually, their unholy friend held it against his chest before walking towards the direction of the ship’s last smoke funnel further away. One hand was used to gently pat it from underneath until he was a few yards away from the two.

    By raising both gloved palms that held the infant, it soon levitated upwards out of his hold while both hands produced a soft white glow. The child in question soon took on the form of a bright little sphere that continued ascending straight towards the heavens, where it would soon vanish past the thick blanket of clouds above. Thousands upon thousands of more orbs of similar color and larger size phased out from the decks around him when spreading out his digits, almost like everyone on board was being raised from where they had been previously trapped. All of them proceeded to rise in the same direction before their eyes, leaving behind quite a light show for them to witness. Every passenger, every crew member, every victim, was being released into the afterlife as a result of their actions for defeating that demonic terror, combined with the Dullahan setting them free.

    Meanwhile, her current state was a shared one among Zoriko’s aquatic counterpart, who found it increasingly difficult to see from his vision fading out due to some awful wounds. Yet despite his severe condition, his first priority was checking on a certain white haired female who likely had it worse than him. He stumbled on all fours in attempt to reach her, almost tripping since one leg bone had snapped earlier in that fierce battle. Each step sent waves of pain rippling through the disabled leg he was forced to put pressure on just to get to her. Even at this rate Tempest pushed himself to walk there, no matter how much his body wanted to give out from under him.

    When in close proximity, a faint grumble was given before using his snout to nudge her onto his armored back where a few scales had come loose, scratched, or burnt mildly. Should she manage to cling to him despite her urgent need for medical attention, the large male limped his way back towards some damaged and broken off railing. The trek towards that ledge was even more agonizing with how much effort was required for getting to it, a few yards proved to be troublesome. His own injured self had been completely disregarded in exchange for getting the Sky Dragoness out of there.

    As he neared the ledge and seemed to ignore their unforeseen savior, the headless rider leaned back with one foot supporting most of his weight, and if there were a head, it would’ve been tilted by now. Without either one likely spotting him, said non-living being began following them at a slow pace while avoiding making any sound with those metallic boots. A moment would be taken to observe them until his gloved digits snapped beside his neck multiple times. Behind him, another four legged figure came out from behind the stern deck house, entirely covered by a thin layer of fur with thick hoofs for its feet, without a head, and much smaller than Zoriko’s partner. Said onyx horse joined him by his side until he chose to climb onto its back.

    It wasn't long until the marine drake finally took a leap over that spot where some of the railing was missing. Rather than letting himself free fall and risk further damage to his wounds, a compressed blob of water rose up to catch him thanks to his abilities. He rode it back down onto the surface below where they could finally float, but that wasn't going to last long. An unexpected snarl parted his maw from feeling the salt water leak into his cuts, luckily for Zoriko she was spared the extra pain since she was placed on his upper back.. His finned tail began moving in a side to side motion again, this time he chose not to use water manipulation for fast travel.

    While attempting to endure the relentless stinging sensation on his wounds, they would glide just a short distance away from where the bronze propellers and massive rudder was located underneath. Despite the waters behind him turning partially red from leaking his crimson nectar, he pressed on for the shoreline miles ahead, a journey that could take quite a toll on him with a high exposure to having some open cuts. Who knows what this will cost him by the time they get there. Just trying to remain at the surface was a struggle itself.

    After liberating everyone aboard the Nosgoth, they were on their way.

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    An hour into their trek back to shore had passed, subjectively it felt much longer than that. The end of their journey landed them right on a beach by themselves, no resorts, houses, or any other structures were within sight due to how far out from the city they were. The possibility of them being discovered out in the open was minimal, so there was little to no concern over it for now. Yet the wind was still knocked out of him from earlier.

    By then, the Sea Drake was laying down on his side partially against a pile of sand he made to rest on for support. If the white scaled female felt too weak to get up on her own, he had her wrapped up in both front claws against his golden chest, where most of his massive figure had her covered and protected in his hold. His snout had been resting against the Dragoness’ back ever since he collapsed there out of exhaustion and the injuries sustained earlier. Both emerald irises remained closed prior to dozing off. The only reason she wasn’t hauled off to the nearest hospital was the likelihood of someone discovering what Zoriko truly was.

    His body however, remained in terrible condition. Multiple gashes where the creature’s claws had raked him could be found in random spots across his soft underbelly, several patches of scales were either loose or partially burnt from being grabbed by the demonic entity when it was set ablaze, and his cracked leg that remained limp ever since they left the Ocean Liner together. Behind him, little trails and droplets of his inner fluids were left behind due to him continuously bleeding out from where a certain set of claws struck him.

    At the given rate, his heart beats were gradually declining in speed. Whether or not Tempest was going to wake up the next morning to find Zoriko still in his talons would depend heavily on her, but who knows if he’ll make an overnight recovery by some miracle. One thing was certain, he was not leaving her side.

  • In the heat of it all, the young drake was forced to bare witness to a terrible sight. Yards away that abomination managed to bring its sharp talons around her thin frame, where it was likely to either tear apart or shred her. In that moment, it was almost like time had stopped during those few seconds. From there, he made the realization that his one of his only friends in existence aside from Spencer could very well lose her life right there. With how dependant his kin were on some sort of companionship, his mind simply couldn’t comprehend the thought of enduring another hardship, especially the one who introduced him to mortal society. Just the idea of it already had him pulling away at his azure locks.

    Take away a Sea Drake’s ally, and a terrible price will be paid.

    For the first time she was going to see him behave erratically in a way none could imagine, not from his kind.

    As his bottom jaw shook from him hunching forward, Tempest snapped himself backwards to let out one agitated Draconic shriek. His entire figure suddenly expanded to massive proportions when being enveloped by a familiar cobalt flash, partially bending the boards beneath not just two, but four feet this time, each morphing into dense talons. Serpentine irises that once mirrored his juvial self now narrowed downwards towards each other at the creature. Both sets of massive jaws sprang open before a glass shattering roar escaped his maw upon throwing his head up like the enraged beast he was.

    With every sense of rationality having left his mind, the azure and gold scaled leviathan charged right in as it shrieked from having its claws be burnt from the overwhelming heat she created. Before it even had time to react, the spawn from Hell found itself being struck from the back due to being impacted by what felt like four bulldozers being flung. Right as that impact caught it off guard, the marine drake darted his head over to latch his massive jaws into its shoulder, where he began violently shaking around in attempt to tear out a chunk of its body like a feral animal pouncing on its prey. Having been severely weakened earlier almost disabled its ability to shake itself out or retaliate while a loud crunch was heard. As it shrieked again in agony, nearly its entire shoulder had been ripped out, literally. The hunk was easily tossed backwards while Tempest ran backwards for Zoriko’s next move.

    Prior to hearing her command to surround it, both front talons were held up to summon additional water from the seas below that railing again. All of it came down like a compressed waterfall as the droplets were forced to merge with it, just so their foe wouldn’t have any protection against what came next. With those flames setting its white and onyx skin ablaze, multiple ear piercing screeches were given while violently thrashing its head around from her attempting to burn it to death. Most of its upper figure softened into a goo like state, almost like they were literally beginning to melt it.

    When it came to combating demons, there was one thing that could easily fuel their power: Negativity, and Tempest was the source of all those emotions right now since he had been filled to the brim with anger.

    Right as he was about to freeze it, the unholy terror leaped out of its current spot where Zoriko set it on fire. Without giving him any time to react, it repeatedly slashed at and smashed its claws into the Oceanic Dovah retaliated by slamming its finned tail across its jaw, in addition to ramming it multiple times. Even while engulfed in flames it still engaged him in close quarters as they frequently collided with chairs, lifeboats, and even took out part of a stern deck house. When an attempt was made to impale him on his soft underside, Tempest’s maw opened to let out a stream of freezing air upon its head, which barely stopped it in time.

    Since their brief one on one match drew them away from where the Dragoness stood, it’d be difficult to see what was going on. But to make matters worse, a concussive blast of sorts could be heard quaking yards away until her aquatic friend could be seen literally flying backwards towards the ship’s rear, where several mini structures on top of the stern were easily taken out as he tumbled against the floorboards that threatened to collapse under his massive weight. After rolling on his side several times, he finally came to a halt. Most of his azure back was either scratched, had a few scales missing, or smoked from some sort of heat based attack it unleashed. Yet, all this did not stop him from stumbling back up, much to his misfortune he couldn’t apply any weight on one of his rear legs. It would seem one of his limbs had been broken from the impact.

    An increasingly loud hiss was heard as the demonic entity finally exited the minor dust cloud. From what can be seen, its entire figure was still partially melted from what the Draconian female did earlier, one shoulder was still missing, and there was a clean hole in its head where the left eye should be. Despite the number her friend did to it, the abomination stumbled over to grip the back of her cranium and lift Zoriko off both feet, forcing her to stare directly into its charred, moltening face. With a claw being raised up with the attention of piercing her chest, it was obvious to see that this was going to be an execution. With lord knows how many wounds crippling him, the Sea Draken frantically limped over on all fours to rescue her in time.

    Right as that boney skeletal hand was about to drive itself in, the slash of a blade severed the creature’s head from its neck, causing it to fall and roll across the deck. The rest of its body collapsed to begin dissolving away as it should, confirming that their adversary was never going to recover from this. And when it vanished into an onyx mist, standing before the Dragoness would be the Headless Rider, who had just sheathed his scythe before putting it away. By this point, Tempest was at a loss of words as to who came to their aid after they both attempted to wound him earlier.

    Said Dullahan extended an arm to offer its gloved hand to Zoriko, offering to help her up. Should she except, she would be pulled back onto both feet delicately. “Is that who I think it is?...” Muttered the aquatic male, who’s legs threatened to give out from underneath him at any moment. What resembled some sort of notepad was brought out before her surprise savior began writing on it using a pen, and he was a quick writer. Once finished, the sentence he wrote was shown to her on paper.

    ‘You’re going to pretend you didn’t see me. Sound good?’

  • For once, Zoriko managed to overcome her distraught state without emotional support from him, which he was more than willing to give if needed. Only this time, it was not require, because she successfully pulled herself together and seemed to regain her composure. In more ways than he can describe, Tempest was proud of her since he used to be a wreck in situations like this before becoming the more well reserved one. Thanks to this, they could now focus on the demented adversary that plagued the ship for however long it’s been there with the deceased passengers. With her ability to think about their situation tactically making a return, they were ready.

    “I got you, let’s make the most of those shots. Even if we don’t get him with the last one, I’m sure we can nail him with something else. Let’s get this bloke and go home.”

    Now that the two had a strategy in place for combating the unholy terror, her partner spread out both arms in attempt to conjure up water from the seas below. To his own misfortune, it was interrupted by a cluster of onyx spikes their foe just unleashed from afar, each having barbed ends that could easily impale someone. Tempest immediately sprung off his feet with a somersault to his right side, narrowly avoiding the jagged shards that embedded themselves in the mold covered floorboards. He began sprinting around the spot where said beast had let out another ear piercing shriek, only to unleash more of those projectiles upon materializing them from its chest. Luckily for him they only trailed behind him since the creature didn’t think to guide its shots instead. He frequently leaped behind benches and box gardens to assume cover when moving in a circle around it.

    Because focusing on him was getting it no results, the undead entity turned its lifeless eye sockets towards Zoriko instead. Unexpectedly, it launched forward with its claw like hands darting forth in attempt to grab the Draconian female and possibly drive those nails into her gut. If she were to move and avoid this, now would be the time.


    Should she be unable to dodge its incoming strike, the marine drake stopped to hold both palms up while facing it directly. Behind the railing where he stood, an enormous wall of natural sea water exploded upwards. An arched was formed above him where it all came down in compressed stream, already rampaging its way across the deck in a narrow path when dragging a few wooden chairs with it. In the split second it had to turn around, the abomination from Hell already gained a mouthful of water before being swept off the floorboards unwillingly as it gave off a muffled screech. After being left to roll around in that tidal wave of his for a brief amount of time, it eventually smashed into an overturned lifeboat head first. While stuck in there, the water began washing away in all directions.

    “HIT HIM NOW ZORIKO!!!” With their first window of opportunity to deal a potentially devastating blow to their target, she was hollered at from afar to use her lightning immediately. It wasn’t going to take long for it to eventually get out of that mess her friend created which seemed to disorient the creature. Time was running short and they needed to act quickly on making their first hit to take it out, especially when it got its head stuck inside the little wooden boat.

  • As his dwellings of the past concluded, he found himself smiling for a brief time afterward. He remembered the fear that encompassed him within the beginning. The accomplishment when it had no longer. A fondness was held in his chest to the stories. It kept a flame alive where it needed to be, speaking after years of silence to the matter supporting in doing so.

     “The living fear the possibility of such a thing cutting short. The suggestion that the moment may come as one’s last, not knowing what the next may be.” A short chuckle left him. “I could not tell you how many times Chanook chose to drop me from the sky before I no longer screamed. I could recollect the first. I could just maybe tell you of the last. I would hand over all immortality for just once more.” Fretting not over the later of the two, he urged his mind past it.

     “And you… you and I had met once before. Before you sought me out none too long ago. You… alongside Rhoda I believe.” Spencer’s brow knitted together thoughtfully before he gave no amendment to it and move on. “Some memories have chosen to escape me.” He added, apologetically. “Neither of you were larger than I at best, if not smaller. Should I remember correctly, you were a shy one. How far you have come from that meeting.” He let those words settle in the open air.

    Somber memories were stowed away at the prospect of finding whatever it was he had dragged her into the wilderness for. He was suddenly off- moving as quickly as he could with as silent of a tread that could be done in due time. There was an undoubted focus in his demeanor now as he chose his path, finding a place to crouch he was content with. Once he had directed her attention towards where he was looking, his eyes wouldn’t leave the site. As the wind sifted through his hair he wavered not even to adjust it.

     “A sprite of sorts, perhaps… organic. Sentient. A familiar face, should I come close enough to gain its trust. Five months old, and look how readily it has grown...” How the already quiet-voiced man could come any closer to a whisper was a feat in itself. “It has been a few weeks since sighting. Sparse in general come winter.”

    A coy smile grew visible. Out of the blue, after settling back on his heels to get steady, Spencer let out a low whistle towards the creature. The sound reverberated through the trees, causing the small cream-colored complexion of the being to raise, taking a glimpse around. It’s glossy black eyes stopped in the direction of where they sat. Small, padded feet took a few steps forward. One back, then. As if trying to find a roundabout way of investigating.

  • A grin was handed over to her response. “Spoken very well… and true indeed. There is room to grow. Room to learn from sources not your own, to begin with. I have learned more from unexpected places that I have the expected.”

    With the request set in front of him, the man’s lips pursed in silent contemplation. Memories he had in excess, some more cherished than others. They all lead back to the unmistakable cut-off where there were none. Thus, with a heavy exhale, it was where he started.

    “…I woke up in a place that was barren other than plains and grassland, no different than you see me today. With no recollection… many years of wandering, one day I just started walking. And so I walked.” Shaking a sense of distance off his expression, recollecting himself, Spencer glanced back to her. “I came across Nightwing many years after. I remember the beauty of it, a landscape I came to fall in love with, as you may already know.” He felt his chest rise some as he thought on how to continue.

    “I had not seen a dragon before Chanook. I was grateful that my presence was so well received, I was a fool in approaching.” Spencer smiled fondly. Suddenly a loud, deep laugh left his chest. Sudden enough to make one’s heart jump. “I learned the art of flying in true Nightwing fashion… but my first flight with Chanook was not as his Rider. Another privilege I was honored to have. After I was chosen… well, many afternoons were spent flying until I was wiped of my fears.” His head tipped back, looking at the sky again. “Perhaps a dragon knows not of it, born taking to the sky by nature. As for mankind… there is nothing like it. Your body tells you death is imminent, your eyes take in the world from above the world- a no-man’s view. Your heart and soul grip onto your dragon just as firmly as your hands do, and should they leave, all hope and trust tell you they would not let you fall.”

    A steady exhale passed through his lips, letting the notion go just as longingly as it came. When his eyes were cast back to the scenery, the realization came as to what he saw. Pulling her off the path as he had, eyes alight with what was now the excitement of the current moment.

    “One-part botany… another part magic. The extract of a mandrake root, the right words uttered…” When he realized he was speaking without context, he glanced to Zoriko. His voice softened. “Raiya and I had a small, collective… experiment. While successful, our results slipped away from us outside Omnia.” Lowering to the ground, he came to stop in a crouch. His hand raised to point towards a certain cluster of the trees. “Look carefully.”

     

    Through the trees, however subtle, there was movement afoot. The creature was about the size of a small dog. Moss-like fur cloaked the creature as it moved carefully upon small, slender paws. The pelt it adorned, however, was grayed, mottled to a dark brown color come winter’s passing. Black, shining orbs stuck out amidst the pale, cream fur that marked its face. Finally, upon the lithe, organic creature’s back were hints of twig-like saplings.

     

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  • There was an enormous amount of confusion as to whether or not that armored figure was a threat, the fact it had no head almost contradicted it going after the spawn from Hell. Given what little time they had, a quick decision was required for choosing to hit him as well and not take any chances. The idea of having an ally was really starting to appeal to him with how dire their situation was, water manipulation had to be one of the worst forms of magic for combating a paranormal terror, he wasn’t even sure if anything would make it flinch.

    If there was one thing that attracted the unholy abomination towards Zoriko, it was fear, like a moth drawn to a light source. Multiple crackling sounds could be heard from it twisting its head in a series of flinches, now gazing directly at the white haired female with its nearly empty eye sockets. This brief pause was cut short when the Headless Rider unexpectedly leaped at it with the swing of his blade, which sliced away at the right side of its torso under an armpit. This provoked another high pitched shriek to part its mouth out of sheer agony. After having its would-be attempt at lashing out on here disrupted, both skeletal limbs darted out with the intent of butchering him again. Each hit was deflected while a certain young drake put a halt to the occasional crossfire that ensued.

    When it seemed that they were deprived of any ideas, the Dragoness had come up with something brilliant. Judging by the fact she instructed him to drench them combined with the static building in her palms, it was easy to assume she wanted to amplify her attack for the most devastating results; Water and electricity could be extremely volatile when mixed. At the same time, Tempest felt conflicted over hitting their visitor as well, but now was the worst possible time to question her judgement. He did not come all this way only to deviate from her plan that could save both their lives. Only the outcome of this short lived battle will tell if Zoriko made the right decision in choosing to target them both.

    By tapping into the molecules that drifted in from the moisture in the sea, all were drawn in and compressed to form droplets. Since this wouldn’t be enough, both his arms spread out before loud sloshing sounds could be heard creeping up the rusted hull outside, only for the salty liquids to suddenly smash their way through either window as glass fragments littered the mold covered floorboards. Combined with what he gathered seconds ago, all those waters were formed into two spheres for the duo going at each other’s throats.

    When all that water came down on top of them, the creatures screeching was muffled by having its mouth flooded. Meanwhile, a certain clad figure was seen swinging his arms around in a futile effort to escape. Yet, this was cut short by the sudden strike of lightning that struck them both, which had their headless visitor flinching around uncontrollably from the surge of static ravaging his body. If this were an ordinary two legged being, his organs would’ve been cooked. As for the demonic terror would experienced the same unfortunate hit, its bottom jaw hung wide open while an enormous amount of bubbles escaped its mouth, as if attempting to shriek again. None of those sounds could ever be heard as they suffered a nearly devastating shock, it would likely be awhile before the two could get back up.

    “And~ GOTCHA!!!”

    That being said, a bright cobalt beam was shot from the middle prong of his trident upon being aimed at the two. In the event of impact, their feet and ankles were suddenly covered by a thick formation of ice that instantly crept further up with frost, trapping them temporarily. The armored being almost collapsed from what the static had done to him, all while their adversary from Hell was making an attempt to break free by thrashing its body and stretched arms around. This would be their opportunity to escape and put some distance between them and what was suspected to be a literal Demon.

    “Let’s make a break for it outside and get out of this place, quick!!” After insisting that his white scaled friend in disguise follow him, the Sea Drake took off sprinting back to the corridors behind them for dear life. Should the Dragoness follow suit, he would come almost skidding around a corner entering the promenade decks again, nearly tripping from his sudden halt in momentum. He ran across the rotting floorboards before one of the walls ruptured behind them in some sort of blast, as if something enormous had smashed its way through. When having a quick glance back, a disturbingly familiar set of crimson pupils with empty sockets surrounded by a white barren skull was seen peeking out from the dust. Just the sight of it accelerated her friend’s heart rate while he resumed course for the nearest exit outside. The beast wasted no time in pursuing them as they received a head start.

    Up at the stern deck, the decaying boards were shattered into splittering fragments caused by a sudden expansion of steam below. Once the hole was created, Tempest took advantage of it by leaping and reaching in to pull Zoriko up by her arm in case she lacked the ability to get out on her own. Much like when they first arrived, a thick deep sea foam green colored haze surrounding the vicinity of the Ocean Liner, the most anyone could see out was at least a hundred yards from the hull. As much as he wanted to gaze upon the seventh smoke funnel and other scenery found at the Nosgoth’s rear, the aquatic male ushered his partner into following him towards the very back where they could likely jump off and escape.

    Soon they would arrive at the end of the stern, where most of the center wood had partially caved in due to outside elements. Yet in all of it, there was grass covered soil with a mixture of different flora, some of which included varying flower species. He ceased his running and paused there to gaze upon what was thought to be an overgrowth caused by mother nature herself, yet there was one problem with this: Where did the soil come from? It was almost beautiful to see despite the faint silhouettes of the ship’s smoke funnels much further away, this would be one unique location to do another sketch if it weren’t for the fact something was chasing them. Eventually a realization had struck him.

    “This must be some former garden, I can only imagine what it must’ve looked like back then.” Before either one could proceed after his brief sentence, what sounded like loud lip smacking could be heard approaching from behind. Prior to turning around, he discovered that it was the same relentless creature who persisted on challenging them both, which let out a hiss as both boney and razor sharp claws extended outward. As it gazed at the two once more, the Oceanic Dovah brought out his trident and pointed it to their unholy foe. Said azure haired male held his weapon tight while contemplating on what to do, it seemed that their only option at this rate was to engage and destroy it.

    “If this thing wants a fight, let’s give it one. That’ll be one less thing to terrorize the dead on this ship. How bout it Zoriko?” Asked her guest of the seas with a narrowed gaze cast upon the adversary they were faced with. When awaiting a response, the pointed prongs of his signature weapon produced a soft cobalt glow while attempting to retain his composure. If a brawl really was going to ensue, they would need to act soon with how unpredictable that thing could be.

    But where was their intruder?

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