Magic and Rites

Despite her heritage as a dark dragon, dark magic was not really something she'd played about with, no, her focus was on the fire, the blazing fury of flames that burned and destroyed... still... she was in a bit of quandary.. much to the amusement of her rider who's tail twitched. "Well you did charge into the ruin thinking it was clear... so why are you surprised that it is falling apart and trapped you.?" The navy cat, currently in said cat form commented, her companion ...

Rite 1 Athena knew the land was claimed before Mora ever showed herself. The path ahead had narrowed into a dry strip of stone and dust, boxed in by jagged rocks and claw-scored ledges. There were marks everywhere, but they were sloppy. Scratches dug too deep in some places and too shallow in others. Gouges raked across boulders at odd angles. A few...

Aether’s bare feet stepped lightly through the dew-soaked grass. In the starlit night, she was nearly a ghost— near-silent and near-invisible. She made her way towards the hill she’d taken to stargazing from, tracing the familiar path by memory. She needed some time alone to think. “Going somewhere?” The Nightmare’s discordant voice rumbled as his many eyes glimmered to life from the shadows in the forest.  She rolled her eyes. A few months ago, she’d have jumped ...

Nightfall, in a deserted park. “This is a lot less spooky than I’d expected when you told me we were going to a cemetery,” Flash commented, looking up at the full moon in the sky. It cast long shadows across the grass, turned deep grey from the cold light seeping through the clouds. As an Earth rider primarily, Flash probably had a really skewed idea of what ‘spooky’ entailed- and by that, Nova meant that he probably would think a walking skeleton staring him in the eye was �...

The three dragons currently perched on a massive rock formation were nothing alike, and yet all three had two things in common, the first that they were trying to work together to take out the  massive beast below..  And the second, that they all had the same dam.  Belthir was the most independent of the three literally, having no rider to bond with, and yet he kept in contact with both his dam and his siblings as much as he could, and it was he that had brought the information on t...

For not the first time in her life, Fidelia felt inadequate.    She remembered squashing that feeling down when she was little, her first year helping with her papá and abuelos. She had been jealous of Isandro for knowing more than her. She had been angry at herself for the little mistakes she made, holding back frustrated tears as Isandro fixed them. And she had been so confused why it was not coming natura...