- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- 10 AM - 2 PM: It all depends on if I'm working, doing homework, or having family time.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Agender
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Magical, Romantic Fanatic, some Steampunk, Apocalyptic settings, a bit of Viral, Anthro. I'm new to writing SciFi and Horror but not afraid to play. (I need the practice).
Not too big on History, but will play a Fantasy History based RP if I have the time to do the research. At this point, I'm deeply into Japanese History based stories.
Not very good at Military genres and not strong in writing out fight scenes, but will jump in the center of the storm to better myself.
Quil
Quicia Leonna Pilaboo // 24 yo // Human
"Quil, I do believe I am holding you up now from getting fitted. It takes some time, so I shall bid you good day for now. We may speak tomorrow." Serin said calmly as he walked away with a smile. He had met his first Rider for a long time, and felt great happiness from it...
She nodded with a polite smile as Serin went on his way. "If all the other Riders are as nice as Serin, then it'll make training with them easier. Almost feels like home." Following the path expressed in her mind, Quil soon found the armor workshop where the infamous Hvitgaar was to be found.
Stepping inside, Quil's eyes explored her new surroundings, amazed at all the tools and equipment...and feeling a sudden burst of homesickness for the shop reminded her of her mother's.
"Hello? Anyone home?" She patiently waited while studying the various equipment that were unfamiliar to her. Wonder what sort of metals they use to stylize armor fitting against dragon fire..."
Schiza
Schiza // 1 yo // Purple Dulsorian Dragon
It has. I believe I've only seen one other dragon,maybe two,and I only spoke to Arya's dragon. But, nice to make your acquaintance Schiza. Where do you two come from? And, have you ever seen a dragon before now? Kylan spoke to Schiza within her mind.
Schiza shook her head softly, I'm the only dragon I've ever seen in Eoam, or ever. And now, you're the second. Our little island is very remote and wild. I'm the second dragon egg to ever hatch there for several decades.
Before she could continue the conversation with Kylan, hoping to learn more about her kind besides the unique color of their scales, Kylan's thoughts were interrupted and he left without a word.
Um, his Rider must be a demanding one, she noted. Slipping away from Kylan's roost, she headed back to her nesting area. The dragon's lair was much nicer than what she resided in at Eoam. Sea caves are rather muggy in the summers, cold and wet at night, and far too cramped and lacking any natural passages unless the ocean's waves reached far enough to carve them. In her case, she's broken many claws deepening her caves well enough to allow her enough space for her wings - without allowing her salty neighbor to enter at high tide. This place - was a wonderful change of pace.
Cudding back upon her cozy nest, tucking her head under her wing and letting out a deep breath of relief. Now, a moment of relaxation for my wee bones...
SCHIZ!
WOOAHAT!
Schiza jumped into the air in alarm, landing harshly upon her feet before a sudden burst of her wings bolted her out the take-off perch opened to the bright sky. Quilcia! Are you in danger? Feeling for her little sister's location, Schiza was just about to rush there, but Quil's response back to her was a wild fit of laughter that made the dragon halt dead in the air.
Sorry Schiza! HAHA! I didn't...*snicker* mean to startle you... But, um... Weren't you paying attention to your thoughts?
No, dear one, I was trying to rest...again. Schiza remain hovering over the towers, looking down towards her Rider's location with the irritating sensation that rest was not on the agenda for that day.
Apologizing, Quil nodded in understanding. I know you're worn, but the Eldunari just informed me that you're also needed for fitting as well. Meet me here. We'll get this done, and I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day - until we're summoned again.
Schiza didn't blame Quil or anyone else for missing out on a quick nap. She understood that the needs of all outweighed the needs of one; her rest will come the day she dies. As of now, her and her Rider must prepare and nothing else. Moments later, Schiza landed outside the workshop to await her orders.
Quicia Leonna Pilaboo // 24 yo // Human
"Quil, I do believe I am holding you up now from getting fitted. It takes some time, so I shall bid you good day for now. We may speak tomorrow." Serin said calmly as he walked away with a smile. He had met his first Rider for a long time, and felt great happiness from it...
She nodded with a polite smile as Serin went on his way. "If all the other Riders are as nice as Serin, then it'll make training with them easier. Almost feels like home." Following the path expressed in her mind, Quil soon found the armor workshop where the infamous Hvitgaar was to be found.
Stepping inside, Quil's eyes explored her new surroundings, amazed at all the tools and equipment...and feeling a sudden burst of homesickness for the shop reminded her of her mother's.
"Hello? Anyone home?" She patiently waited while studying the various equipment that were unfamiliar to her. Wonder what sort of metals they use to stylize armor fitting against dragon fire..."
Schiza
Schiza // 1 yo // Purple Dulsorian Dragon
It has. I believe I've only seen one other dragon,maybe two,and I only spoke to Arya's dragon. But, nice to make your acquaintance Schiza. Where do you two come from? And, have you ever seen a dragon before now? Kylan spoke to Schiza within her mind.
Schiza shook her head softly, I'm the only dragon I've ever seen in Eoam, or ever. And now, you're the second. Our little island is very remote and wild. I'm the second dragon egg to ever hatch there for several decades.
Before she could continue the conversation with Kylan, hoping to learn more about her kind besides the unique color of their scales, Kylan's thoughts were interrupted and he left without a word.
Um, his Rider must be a demanding one, she noted. Slipping away from Kylan's roost, she headed back to her nesting area. The dragon's lair was much nicer than what she resided in at Eoam. Sea caves are rather muggy in the summers, cold and wet at night, and far too cramped and lacking any natural passages unless the ocean's waves reached far enough to carve them. In her case, she's broken many claws deepening her caves well enough to allow her enough space for her wings - without allowing her salty neighbor to enter at high tide. This place - was a wonderful change of pace.
Cudding back upon her cozy nest, tucking her head under her wing and letting out a deep breath of relief. Now, a moment of relaxation for my wee bones...
SCHIZ!
WOOAHAT!
Schiza jumped into the air in alarm, landing harshly upon her feet before a sudden burst of her wings bolted her out the take-off perch opened to the bright sky. Quilcia! Are you in danger? Feeling for her little sister's location, Schiza was just about to rush there, but Quil's response back to her was a wild fit of laughter that made the dragon halt dead in the air.
Sorry Schiza! HAHA! I didn't...*snicker* mean to startle you... But, um... Weren't you paying attention to your thoughts?
No, dear one, I was trying to rest...again. Schiza remain hovering over the towers, looking down towards her Rider's location with the irritating sensation that rest was not on the agenda for that day.
Apologizing, Quil nodded in understanding. I know you're worn, but the Eldunari just informed me that you're also needed for fitting as well. Meet me here. We'll get this done, and I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day - until we're summoned again.
Schiza didn't blame Quil or anyone else for missing out on a quick nap. She understood that the needs of all outweighed the needs of one; her rest will come the day she dies. As of now, her and her Rider must prepare and nothing else. Moments later, Schiza landed outside the workshop to await her orders.
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