- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Online availability depends entirely on what is going on in life. I have a kindergartener, a baby on the way, and I'm the spouse to an officer, meaning without me, the house becomes a fallout warzone. On top of all of that, I write for work as well as for fun...so work tends to come first.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy and Sci-Fi are my two major favorites. However, I tend to be quite the picky player. I prefer an RP with a great deal of development...the world, the lore, everything. And for those GMs looking for help with lore, I love to world build!
Upon waking from her doze, Xiamara had gone to check on Iri, who still rested within the cave. Just by sundown of the first day, the baby dragon had grown significantly. Now, of course, because Xiamara was an Opal Dragon and not a regular dragon, she was small by dragon standards...but already, Iridacea had grown nearly to the size of Xiamara. Jealousy would find its way into the dragoness' heart over this, knowing that she had spent years doing everything that Iridacea had done in just five days. Tears would spring to her eyes as panic would ensue. What would happen in ten days? Would the dragon that had grown at an alarming rate die? Would she who had done nearly twenty years of growing in less than a week only live to see a month? Her jealousy forgotten, Xiamara would keep a close eye on Iri, even as she continued to grow throughout the night and even through the next day.
Finally, as the suns were beginning to set once more, Piora already breaking into the skies of Partheus to be seen in her glory, Xiamara's stomach has gotten the better of her. With a sigh to herself, she finally stands from the spot on the entrance to the cave, turning to exit, and leaves to find herself some proper food and drink. Though exhausted, she manages to catch some decent dinner, eating her fill before taking a long drink at the nearby stream. Po and Io are in the clearing, Io clinging to the old horse's mane as he grazes without a care. Xiamara doesn't let her worry get to them, instead pulling herself away from the area to think on her own. She is thankful for the fact that no one had ever spotted them. And yet...now that Iridacea is larger than Xiamara, she wonders how the young dragon will fare in the world.
Giving a sigh, she thinks to herself...why was I chosen to do this?
It is then that the great black-colored dragon appears, this time not as a vision or a dream, but in real life. His scales glitter like the stars that suddenly twinkle above as the final light of the suns dims, and his size is that which cannot be matched. He is ancient...but even more so...he is royalty of all dragons...the grand Onyx. Xiamara suddenly remembers that Onyx dragons were supposed to be extinct, and as she goes to ask him how he had come, he stops her, smiling.
~I came here from another part of the great world...a part where we are revered as who and what we are. But your question is why were you chosen for this mission...and I am here to grant you the answer. And that answer is because you are the last Opal Dragon in all of the world...and if any of us can understand hardship, it is you. That is why the Great Mother chose you. I was simply her messenger.~
He looks to the cave now, just as Iridacea rises and enters the moonlight, his white eyes shimmering with glee. ~She is right on time...thank the gods.~
"What do you mean by that?" Xiamara questions, but this time, it is not answered, for the great Onyx bows to Iri, something that never happens. Once more, jealousy stirs in her crest as tears form beneath Xiamara's eyes. All this time, she was only a tool...something to take care of the baby as she hatched and grew. Around her, the air begins to stir...she refuses to bow like the Onyx, for this creature was raised by her. Sure, her methods were weak and childish, for she had never raised a baby before. But she always did her best...and only after five days of being a mother, her baby is robbed by...by this.
Giving a cry into the skies, a cry that only a heartbroken dragon could give, Xiamara leaps up, spreading her shimmering wings and flapping hard, turning and soaring away before she can even greet the newly-grown Iridacea.
Finally, as the suns were beginning to set once more, Piora already breaking into the skies of Partheus to be seen in her glory, Xiamara's stomach has gotten the better of her. With a sigh to herself, she finally stands from the spot on the entrance to the cave, turning to exit, and leaves to find herself some proper food and drink. Though exhausted, she manages to catch some decent dinner, eating her fill before taking a long drink at the nearby stream. Po and Io are in the clearing, Io clinging to the old horse's mane as he grazes without a care. Xiamara doesn't let her worry get to them, instead pulling herself away from the area to think on her own. She is thankful for the fact that no one had ever spotted them. And yet...now that Iridacea is larger than Xiamara, she wonders how the young dragon will fare in the world.
Giving a sigh, she thinks to herself...why was I chosen to do this?
It is then that the great black-colored dragon appears, this time not as a vision or a dream, but in real life. His scales glitter like the stars that suddenly twinkle above as the final light of the suns dims, and his size is that which cannot be matched. He is ancient...but even more so...he is royalty of all dragons...the grand Onyx. Xiamara suddenly remembers that Onyx dragons were supposed to be extinct, and as she goes to ask him how he had come, he stops her, smiling.
~I came here from another part of the great world...a part where we are revered as who and what we are. But your question is why were you chosen for this mission...and I am here to grant you the answer. And that answer is because you are the last Opal Dragon in all of the world...and if any of us can understand hardship, it is you. That is why the Great Mother chose you. I was simply her messenger.~
He looks to the cave now, just as Iridacea rises and enters the moonlight, his white eyes shimmering with glee. ~She is right on time...thank the gods.~
"What do you mean by that?" Xiamara questions, but this time, it is not answered, for the great Onyx bows to Iri, something that never happens. Once more, jealousy stirs in her crest as tears form beneath Xiamara's eyes. All this time, she was only a tool...something to take care of the baby as she hatched and grew. Around her, the air begins to stir...she refuses to bow like the Onyx, for this creature was raised by her. Sure, her methods were weak and childish, for she had never raised a baby before. But she always did her best...and only after five days of being a mother, her baby is robbed by...by this.
Giving a cry into the skies, a cry that only a heartbroken dragon could give, Xiamara leaps up, spreading her shimmering wings and flapping hard, turning and soaring away before she can even greet the newly-grown Iridacea.