Adventures

She was starting to get the hang of dark magic... well at least the shape-shifing side ... the ghosts and what not ... well... there was no need for them at the moment.. and well some hunting as well.The problem was, she'd asked Meiron for another form to try.... and well.... "A shark? in the ocean?" She hissed, her fires flickering. Yes like many of his dragons they were used to been around water, and did enjoy the hot springs either in the Cenote or at Meeth's fort. But swimming in the ocea...

"So, you want me to shift to something other than a cat to play more with your dark magic... and then take you hunting?" Suzaku nodded as her riders question, ignoring the amusement that was apparent in the navy cats voice, though he was in his bestia shape as opposed to the cat; though both forms were as much him as not. "And in the jungle." Okay maybe she was still a bit miffed about about trapping her wings before in the jungles canopy. "Hmm....

Suzaku snarled as her wings once more tangled on the thick overgrowth as the forest, her prey bounding out of sight for now..... Snapping and lashing she struck out at the vines, thick and entwined and annoying that snagged her mid flight.... below another dragon paused looking up worry on her face. Muttering, she focused on the dark magic, it coming much easier now as her body melted past the vines before reshaping itself into a less form much more suited to the forest, a large an...

Meeth breathed in slowly, the cool breeze playing through her hair as she looked out over the ruined keep and its beach, covered with clams that appeared as the waters shifted, the starlit sky enshrouding the area in a soft darkness, comforting.. welcoming..... A sound had her turning to the dragon next to her, the fires that flickered at the tips of her extremities lighting the area. "Suzaku?" Meeth asked, for the dragon next to her wasn't one of her own, but belonged to her...

The floating island drifted low over the sea, its underside trailing pale roots into open air where the ocean shimmered far below. Above, a wide rain pool had formed naturally in a smooth stone basin, catching cloudwater and wind alike. Small flowers grew in uneven clusters around the pool’s edge, bending and straightening with each gust. Birds circled the drifting landmass, occasionally dipping low before veering away again, as if unsure whether the island wa...

By late afternoon, the wind had gathered everything it could steal. It swept across the floating islands in restless streams, combing through purple grasses, tugging petals from tiny flowers, and sending loose feathers spinning through the air. The islands drifted over open water, some close enough to leap between, others separated by broad gaps where the sea shimmered far below. Amethyst crystals grew along their edg...

Nox slid forward, small and careful. The stone beneath the lift was cracked, and the floor around it sloped toward a broken gap in the stage. His teal eyes narrowed with focus. The amethyst-veined rock below the wreck shifted gently, not lifting the whole thing, just bracing it. A few rough stone ridges rose around the lift’s base so it could not slide while they searched. “Thank you, Nox,” Levi said....

The wind had been dragging things across the plains all morning. It came in long, mournful ribbons, combing through the violet grass until every blade leaned the same way. Torn leaves, feathers, paper scraps, and glittering purple dust blew low over the ground, tumbling toward the edge of the chasm where the land simply ended. Beyond that edge, chunks of earth floated in th...

Snow had a funny way of making everything seem quieter than it really was. The forest was full of sounds, of course. Tucker’s great feet crunching through the drifts, Cyborg’s metal joints creaking behind him, Dingo’s paws thumping and scattering powder as she bounded back and forth like the snow had personally invited her to play. Even Speedy was making noise, though hers came in short growls and sharp little huffs as she sniffed every trail she could fin...

It was a normal thing, finding Eden wandering around where he shouldn’t be, which was basically anywhere that wasn’t his home in the eyes of his dragon, Azazel. Eden was sick majority of the time so it was Azazel and Eden’s other dragon’s responsibility to make sure he stays safe, even if they can’t force him to stay inside and in bed. So here Azazel found himself with his rider, somewhere in the middle of the mountains, in the middle of nowhere Azazel...