ADVENTURER
I refuse to be forgotten, written off as less than perfect
played by
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posted on Mar 4, 2019 23:49:17 GMT by CASSIUS
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IF I AM REBORN & COME TO MEET YOU, DO YOU THINK THIS SHREDDED HEART OF MINE WILL HEAL? YOU SEE, I WAS MANIPULATED BY SOMEONE ELSE & INTOXICATED BY THAT PAIR OF FAKE WINGS.
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Rays of light traveled across wooden floorboards; A slow moving method of telling time as the sun circled over head. The smell of paper and molded leather filled his senses, a comforting scent compared to the clean air of the outside. Cassius felt more at home among the shelves and books of the library than out in the world. [break][break] He was looking for something in particular, being a map of the Lower World and all of its contents. However, he was disappointed to find that no map had updated info on his homeland. With his recent meeting with Ejder, the manakete felt an urge to know more about the life of his kin and possibly discover the reason why his parents left. [break][break] Much to his dismay, the tall dragon left the building without a visual source of information, and stepped onto the busy streets of Orario. Surrounding him were many races, but not another manakete in sight. He assumed that there were few of them in existence, or perhaps the tribes were satisfied with their solitude. [break][break] With a heavy sigh, Cassius traversed the paved roads, exploring the city, but not sightseeing. He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings or their meaning, and merely meandered through the crowds like a fish swimming upstream. [break][break] Time passed at an unidentifiable rate, and before he could react, a shadow was cast over him, causing him to stop in his tracks. It was but for a fleeting moment, but something had blocked the light from a building, --and it pulled him back to reality. [break][break] Glancing around, it was not hard to spot the similar figure and height of a comparable manakete. Cassius let out a soft gasp before stepping toward the frame that continued to walk away. “Wait!” he called out, trying to cross the distance between them as fast as he could, “You!”
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SUPPORTER
just a whole-body tragedy
played by
kappaccino
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posted on Mar 6, 2019 17:16:37 GMT by SEERSHA
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edited on Mar 9, 2019 0:26:42 GMT by SEERSHA
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| Some days were good. Seersha would climb out of bed, walk out into the sunlight, and feel almost content in himself. Feel okay. Other times he had to drag himself from murky dreams he couldn’t remember; ones that left their grimey handprints all over his mind. Smears of the dark, snippets of the past. They’d taint him no matter what he was doing, a prickling sense of wrongness and anxiety just under the skin. He’d jump at shadows, and flinch to sounds that weren’t there.
Today was one of those days.
Clutching the bag of groceries he’d been asked to get by his troupe leader, Seersha ground his teeth at the sluggish pace of the crowd. His chest was tight, his heart a thick thudding against his rib cage. An anxiety attack was lingering the distance, he could feel it. All he had to do was get home. Nothing would happen. He was safe. If only the cart blocking the road ahead would hurry.
”Wait”. Seersha paused, titling his head to turn his ear towards the sound. “You!” He flinched and, realizing it was right behind him, looked back.
There was a huge manakete right behind him, coming right at him, coming to pin and tear and --
Seersha made a choked gasp, whipping full around to face the threat. His wings, small things that hadn’t yet grown much, snapped open to mantle around his shoulders in an attempt to make him look bigger. The slit pupils of his eyes were blown out in fear, his clawed hands clutching convulsively at his own arms and drawing blood. He looked around frantically - behind him the cart still blocked the path, and on either side buildings had drawn in close as a bottleneck. He needed an escape - any escape! Seersha snarled, a guttural sound that would have terrified him if he hadn’t been filled to the brim with it already. He swiped an arm forward; a raking of his claws.
And there it was! A small gap right next to the other manakete; one he could just fit through! …. If he were still 5’ and eighty pounds. But in that moment, in that blister of panic, he was still the 5’ weakling from before. Was still smaller than the man before him.
Seersha lunged forward, twisting his body try and cram through.
But there were points of collision, and most importantly the curve of his horn tip fell into the curve of the other dragon’s horn, hooking them cheek to cheek as he barreled by to the right.
(Hope this was okay! Let me know if Cass would have moved his head too fast for the chance of their horns to get tangled and I’ll change it to him just crashing his side into him! Also I tend to go for short posts in action sequences, so I hope that'll be okay if it goes that way! )
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ADVENTURER
I refuse to be forgotten, written off as less than perfect
played by
NOVA
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 5:39:01 GMT by CASSIUS
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IF I AM REBORN & COME TO MEET YOU, DO YOU THINK THIS SHREDDED HEART OF MINE WILL HEAL? YOU SEE, I WAS MANIPULATED BY SOMEONE ELSE & INTOXICATED BY THAT PAIR OF FAKE WINGS.
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He had caught up with the manakete after all, but was greeted with a unique form of aggression that Cass had not seen since his days in the pit. Part of him was surprised by the change in demeanor, but the other half simply told him to keep going forward. His reaction to Cass had to be a misunderstanding; or at least that is what he told himself. [break][break] The other dragon kin swiped at Cass, but he merely used his hand to deflect the...'attempt' made, stepping closer to him, "Wait I don't want--" Cassius started before a sudden side step caused them to lock horns, yanking Cass along with the other manakete who tried to walk towards a cart. [break][break] Embarrassed, and infuriated, Cassius stood cheek to cheek with the man, his cerulean eyes set on the strangers. Just what was his intention? Raising his hands, Cass grabbed his own pair, and reached for the other mans to possibly manuever them from this awkward situation. [break][break] Just let me....", he muttered before tilting his head and stepping back away from the manakete. Once free, he would take a defensive stance, getting the sense that the other one wanted to fight despite being in a large crowd. "I just wanted to talk!" he finally yelled, breaking his normally quiet and monotone behavior. [break][break] Was is the crowd? Or was it how this guy acted so differently? Either way he was more annoyed.
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SUPPORTER
just a whole-body tragedy
played by
kappaccino
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posted on Mar 9, 2019 0:59:36 GMT by SEERSHA
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| This was not the quick escape Seersha had in mind. With the adrenaline flooding his system and making him quiver in the numb-tingling of panic, he initially didn’t comprehend what had happened. He assumed his horn had just withstood a blow aimed to the side of his head, and reverberation that rattled his teeth was evidence. But as he continued to bull forward a few steps, the crowd parting around him like a school of confused fish in the face of a shark, he could feel a force pulling his head backwards and down. Seersha tried to raise to his full height to scope out another escape, but there was something weighing him.
His horn was a handle, yet again. The other manakete was grabbing it and yanking back - he couldn’t ecaspe, couldn’t escape--
But then he was free, and his brain sluggishly processed seeing the other manakete pull their locked horns apart from the corner of his eye. Seersha faced him so his back wouldn’t be exposed. A crowd had formed a small ring around the pair, probably anticipating a fight that might be entertaining. He’d have to knock people over to get out, but then that still left a clog of people behind them to--
“I just wanted to talk!”
Seersha flinched away from the yell, taking in the fighting stance of the other, and the bubble of his resistance popped and melted into despair. Unbidden, he made a long low sound, a whimpering keen that seemed bizarre and uncomfortable coming from someone his size and build. He tucked his wings against his back tightly, curled his tail between his legs, and went to his knees. Eyes listless and looking at the ground he titled his head to bare his throat to the other manakete. It was a process he’d done many times in his life. Showing his tribe’s signals of defeat; of submission.
“Do what you will.” He said dully in the dragontongue of his clan, a short and hissing language. It was mortifying. It always was. He would bristle in shame at all the eyes of the crowd on him if all his emotions hadn’t been scorched out by the adrenaline.
“That’s it?” He heard someone say, distantly, from the crowd. A boo from another direction, picked up by another few people, robbed of their impromptu entertainment.
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ADVENTURER
I refuse to be forgotten, written off as less than perfect
played by
NOVA
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posted on Mar 10, 2019 17:48:38 GMT by CASSIUS
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IF I AM REBORN & COME TO MEET YOU, DO YOU THINK THIS SHREDDED HEART OF MINE WILL HEAL? YOU SEE, I WAS MANIPULATED BY SOMEONE ELSE & INTOXICATED BY THAT PAIR OF FAKE WINGS.
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The crowd circled around them. Blue eyes flitting from citizen to citizen as he tried to make sense of the situation. Looking at the other manakete, confusion enveloped his mind as he was met with a submissive stance. Though unable to understand the words he spoke, Cassius understood the meaning behind his pose. Being on the ground, in that position, meant that he was yielding to cass. --It was like he was staring in a mirror. [break][break] The crowd was displeased with the outcome, dispersing here and there, giving Cassius the courage to walk forward. "No," was what he said as she crouched low to the ground to speak, "Can you understand me?" he asked, wondering if the manakete spoke common tongue, or only his tribal language. [break][break] "Please get up," Cassius asked, in somewhat of an irritated demanding tone. This was NOT how he imagined meeting another one of his kin would go. [break][break] To try and keep him calm, Cassius backed away and sat on the ground, getting eye level with him. People kept their distance from them both, walking past as if the two of them were in the eye of a storm. "Who are you? What are you?" How were the two of them different? [break][break]
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SUPPORTER
just a whole-body tragedy
played by
kappaccino
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posted on Mar 12, 2019 18:17:19 GMT by SEERSHA
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| Seersha watched the other manakete approach in the corner of his eye, and his body tensed like a bow’s drawstring pulled tight. There was a little ripping sound at the sleeve of one bicep, but he didn’t have time to worry about it at the moment. He nodded at the question of if he understood, eyes still down and to the side.
please get up.
At the tone, Seersha moved to hastily obey, pushing himself off of his knees and onto his feet. His tail swept back behind him, and he would have grimaced at the slick feel of mud on scales if he’d had more attention to spare. However, in the process of getting up, he lurched to a stop as he saw the other manakete give him space and kneel down himself. In confusion, he paused, still squatting. Was this a trap? Seersha had yielded, he had no right to rise if the other was sitting.
“My name is Seersha. I am…” He paused, not knowing what he was supposed to say. “Nervous.” He blanched at the slip up. “Now tribeless.” He quickly said instead, reluctant to speak his ex-tribe’s name in case there’d been bad blood between them and whatever tribe the manakete in front of him came from.
“Oh, move it yer two. Yor blockin' all the bleedin' traffic wiv yor bulks.” A merchant said from behind Seersha, her arms full of bags of flour.
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ADVENTURER
I refuse to be forgotten, written off as less than perfect
played by
NOVA
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posted on Mar 18, 2019 16:22:21 GMT by CASSIUS
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[nospaces] [attr="class","frlastcont"] [attr="class","frlastconttop"] [attr="class","frlastcontimg"] [attr="class","frlastcontlyric"]
IF I AM REBORN & COME TO MEET YOU, DO YOU THINK THIS SHREDDED HEART OF MINE WILL HEAL? YOU SEE, I WAS MANIPULATED BY SOMEONE ELSE & INTOXICATED BY THAT PAIR OF FAKE WINGS.
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'Now tribless'. What did that mean? Did that mean that he was once part of a tribe? For how long. Was he willing to part with details? Cassius was frustrated with himself. His desires to know the truth were eating away at his humility and driving him to act in ways he normally wouldn't. [break][break]Eyes flicked above Seersha, glancing at the woman who protested their presence in the street. "Sorry ma'am..." Cass answered in return before standing up, even offering a hand to his fellow dragon in good intention. "I'm Cassius... im also tribeless... and nervous." he responded in his normal monotone voice. [break][break] Fingers ran through golden fibers, wondering just what was to happen now. He hadn't thought his actions through, and Seersha was paying for it. How inconsiderate of him. [break][break] "Would you like a meal... ill pay." Not to assume he couldn't pay for it himself, Cass was only trying to entice more of a chance to converse with the dragon. If he was willing that is. [break][break]
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SUPPORTER
just a whole-body tragedy
played by
kappaccino
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posted on Mar 20, 2019 21:03:48 GMT by SEERSHA
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| Seersha looked at the other dragon’s proffered hand from the corner of his eye, his face still angled to look at the ground. He didn’t want to offer more offense, but with instincts thrumming runrunrun he couldn’t bring himself to initiate anymore physical contact. So he pretended he didn’t see and stood without help, towering again over the crowd.
With the news the other was tribeless and the professed nervousness of his own, Seersha blinked and finally looked directly at him. How could that be? He looked like an formidable man all around, and to Seersha’s eye gave off an experienced fighter’s air. What tribe would have let him go alive? And what could such a manakete be nervous of? His mouth popped open in surprise. Had he fled too? Nerves and fear combated with a wave of curiosity.
“A meal is okay,” he said, surprising himself, “But why…” A little pause as he gathered his nerve. “Why would you pay…? I conceded?” What an odd tribe the other must be from. Just in case, to save his wallet from emptying, he edged towards the tavern only a short distance away. It was middle grade and nothing fancy, but cleaner than many if his memory served right. Of course, his mental map of the city wasn’t the best. But if Cassius had a place in mind, he’d not resist following. Already Seersha had his shoulders hunched a little, body tense as if waiting for a blow. But he was aware of himself again, and out of the initial panic. If another round of aggression sparked, he’d fight this time.
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