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Post by MIRA ?! on Jan 25, 2011 18:56:58 GMT -5
 She sat heavily in the grass, resting her head in her hands. Her pale blue bonded sat next to her, watching her warily, a frown gracing his scaled lips.
I know that face, Twila. Whatever you're thinking about trying. Don't.
The petite brunette in question just tilted her head and grinned innocently at the dragon. He always worried. Even when she wasn't doing anything worrisome, he worried about her well-being. She knew that he was just doing what a Bonded should do, watching out for his counterpart, but sometimes it got to be annoying.
Wouldn't dream of it, Annie.
The longwing just shot her a glare. Twila knew he hated that name, last time he'd told her that it made him sound gay, something he was not. She'd just laughed and asked him where he had learned about being gay and he walked off, shutting his mind. Anberlin had become a master at concealing his thoughts, be they thought in his own dragon-esque language, or just simply not there. With a sigh, the girl stood, observing the valley through a set of pale crystal eyes. Anberlin was at his feet and by her side in seconds and the girl shook her head. He watched her like a hawk, like a father, yet he was just so young. she had once told him that, and told him that at her age she was an adult, and did not need 24/7 supervision. He had simply shrugged and told her that one day she would thank him. That had been the end of that conversation.
Looking down, Twila patted Anberlin's head softly, running her hand lovingly over his cool pearly scales. She had an idea. He was going to hate it. Grinning a grin fit for the Cheshire cat, the girl ran, leaping around her Bonded and sprinting to a particularly high and daunting pile of rocks near her at the Valley's entrance. She was halfway to it before her dragon even knew what was going on. She could feel his surprise and hear his curses run through her mind, but even as he plead her to stop whatever she was doing, she kept going, not at all hindered by the effort of the climb up the rocks. She spared a quick peek over her shoulder to see an anxious Anberlin barreling after her, but she knew he realized that it was too late to stop her from going ahead. Twila stood at the top of the pile, which was nearly fifteen feet high. She waved eagerly down at her Bonded who growled, pacing back and forth under the rocks, body stiff.
TWILA! GET DOWN FROM THERE....NOW!
His thoughts only made her laugh and she shrugged her shoulders in a 'you win' gesture and stepped up to the edge of the rock, looking down. Carefully, she lowered herself down, until her body was dangling from the edge, with only her hands clinging to the rough and jagged break in the rocks. She could feel Anberlin's anxiety pulsing in her head, making her ears throb. She let go, landing nimbly with a soft thud in the grass beside her bonded. He was glaring, and she could almost feel him begin to go into another rant. Twila held up a delicate hand.
Save it, 'Berlin. I'm fine, not a single scratch anywhere to be seen. I knew what I was doing, I wish you wouldn't act as though I were a baby...
Anberlin just shook his head and snapped his teeth idly. She knew he was upset, but she also knew within a few moments he would get over it for fear of her running off and doing something even crazier. She dropped to the ground, laying on her stomach in the grass and resting her chin in her hands, crystal blue eyes locked on Anberlin, an Innocent grin reappearing on her rosy lips. Anberlin sat with his back to her, shoulders hunched. He would get over it.
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Post by fuuuuu- candi!? on Jan 25, 2011 19:59:23 GMT -5
Triste growled as she hit a cliff-side, folding her outstretched wings close to her serpentine body to protect the thin membrane. Her claws scrambled at the rough rocks, barely finding a grip as she heard her bond-mate’s thought-voice in her mind. She steadied herself before dropping to the ground, twisting in mid-air like a cat to land nimbly on her paws. She straightened from her crouch, and Christian stalked toward her, a frown on his lips.
“That was worst than last time, Tris,” he snapped.
I am the one with wings, Christian, if you think you can do it better than me why don’t you show me how! Triste roared back, her wings rustling and her tail lashing back and forth in anger. Her emerald eyes flashed, and she leaned back onto her haunches, tensing her muscles before pushing off. Snapping her wings open, she caught a gust just perfectly and rode it up, flapping her wings down, up, down… She banked left, wobbling in the air before angling out.
Christian watched from the ground, a grin spreading across his lips. With a loud whoop, he raced after her on the ground.
“Triste!” he shouted, watching her tilt her head down from her height, the light catching her and glinting off her scales brilliantly.
Triste felt her wings tire, and she banked right, beating her wings less and far in between. She used her tail to guide her down, narrowing her pupils. This was instinct guiding her actions, and nothing else. A sudden gust caught her belly-side, and she growled, twisting in the air precariously. She felt her wings shudder, and go limp, and she fell down to earth at a faster pace than her flight. She beat her weary wings once more before hitting the ground with a dull thud, rolling on her side and hissing in pain.
Christian winced at she fell, hurrying over to his Bonded, brows furrowed in worry. “Triste! What happened?”
Triste sighed, lifting her weary head. I grew tired, and I am young. I should not even be attempting this. She rose, pausing before shaking herself out, stretching her neck and touching her snout to Christian’s forehead. Do not fear, hatchling. I am well.
Christian shook his head, staring to say something before his eyes met with something he entirely hadn’t expected. Triste snapped her head around, feeling and seeing his surprise. Christian watched as a slim, young girl dashed off, and more surprisingly, a dragon sprinted after her. Triste tensed at the sight and smell of the dragon, before hissing. They’re Bonded, Christian!
He nodded, knowing this himself. The two of them watched the exchange between the girl and her bonded dragon in relative silence, though Triste kept up a near inaudibly growl that vibrated in her throat. When Christian started over, she drew herself up in surprise.
Christian! Won’t you even ask me if this is wise?
He glanced back over his shoulder at her, a grin on his lips. C’mon, Tris. They’re Air, can’t you feel it?
Her wings rustled in surprise, but she knew he was right. After a moment she grudgingly followed after him, her longer stride putting him right at his shoulder in another moment. “Hey, sweetheart. Lost?” he called out, stopping a few feet from her and her dragon, arching a brow and smiling disarmingly. Triste stopped with him, eyes slipping over to the pale Longwing dragon, lip curling only slightly in distrust. She dipped her head in greeting.
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Post by MIRA ?! on Jan 26, 2011 14:14:56 GMT -5
 You can't stay mad at me forever... Twila said with a giggle, picking up a pebble and tossing it at her Bonded, watching it bounce ineffectively off of his pearlescent scales. Anberlin just turned his head to gaze at her from over his shoulder, blinking lazily.
I cant? His voice rumbled in her head. The small brunette pouted at him and the dragon just sighed, body sagging, and stood. He walked over to her and nudged her side affectionately. Twila grinned up at his and stroked his chin.
I knew you couldn't stay away from me for that long. Anberlin just huffed and shook his head, looking over her head and out into the valley. He stiffened, a low growl erupting from his throat that made his human Bonded jump. She looked at him with a curious crystal-eyed gaze and frowned, following his line of sight. The only thing in the valley that she could see was another pair of bonded, a boy and his dragon. They were doing flying lessons, something that Twila and Anberlin had been procrastinating doing. She shook her head, sitting back upright on her knees.
What's wrong 'Berlin? They're just Bonded, like you and me.
Anberlin turned to look at her with a look that clearly said. You know what's wrong. And Twila did. She knew her young bonded was afraid of the male coming over there, afraid of Twila flirting with or even talking to strangers - a favorite hobby of hers. He was afraid of the boy hurting her. Deep down, Twila thought he was afraid of losing her, which was actually impossible...but somehow she didn't think he could rationalize that.
Oh relax, it looks like they are pretty into practicing, I doubt they'll even come over here. Poor you, too, I bet that's a pretty girl dragon.
Anberlin shot her a glare. He always hated when she said something about him wanting a relationship, then again, he hated talk of any kind of romance, despite who was the one involved in it. Twila shrugged and sat cross-legged in the grass, watching the two others practice. They were air, the same alliance as her, she could tell. From the looks of it, the boy was about her age and his hatchling was the same breed as Anberlin. The poor thing couldn't fly well, which was to be expected of hatchlings, a reason 'Berlin wanted to put off practicing - for fear of failure. The girl sighed, looking at her pale companion, who snarled again, though this time only in her mind.
Not coming over here, huh? Twila frowned, turning back to see that in fact, the boy and his emerald dragon were headed their way.
Well, that's not at all my fault, is it? anyway, we can't turn down company, the guy's hot and I bet you think the same of his dragon... Anberlin just bumped his pale skull into her shoulder in disapproval, glad for once that his Bonded took advantage of their ability to use silent communication, rather than obnoxiously blurting out the first thing on her mind as she liked to do the majority of the time. The male longwing's eyes narrowed in an instant at the male's words, at his posture, at his fake little smile, and at his female dragon. He stepped in closer to Twila who put a hand on his shoulder, stroking his scales in a gesture that told him to be polite.
Lost? Me? Never. Twila grinned up at the boy, pushing herself off the turf and up into a standing position, which made Anberlin rustle his wings hesitantly, looking up at her for a brief moment before going back to staring at the newcomers, offering them little more than a brisk nod.
I suppose the polite question would be to ask if you are lost? I'm Twila by the way, and this is Anberlin.
Anberlin just huffed softly, bumping lightly into his Bonded's leg in a manner that said she's mine. Twila couldn't help but smile at his display of protectiveness over her.
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Post by fuuuuu- candi!? on Jan 26, 2011 18:03:04 GMT -5
Triste blew gently out her nostrils, lowering her head even with her chest and stared with unblinking eyes at the male dragon of her kind. Ah, like what you see, too, Tris? he asked, noticing her intensity. Triste shook herself, dark mottled jade scales rippling. The lighter shade of beryl cut across her scales like lightening, glowing nearly transparent as the sunlight hit her. She shot her Bonded a look, one he grinned at and rose a brow.
Looking back at the girl, he noticed her dragon step closer to her as her hand came out to touch his shoulder. The gesture reminded him so much of the one he shared with Triste that his smile softened slightly. He chuckled under his breath at her words, crossing his arms over hi chest loosely.
“Too bad. I was prepared to be chivalrous, and save a damsel in distress,” he grinned easily, eyes trailing down her body slowly.
Triste watched her Bonded, pupils narrowing in a warning. She drew closer to his side, resting her chin on his shoulder for a moment to get his attention. Stop flirting, Christian, she spoke privately into his mind. He ignored her, looking over at the girl’s dragon as she introduced herself as Twila and him as Anberlin. “Oh no. I’m exactly where I want to be,” Christian replied, a half-grin on his lips. Triste’s fangs peeked out from her snout as she drew her lip back slightly. She tilted her head, looking at Anberlin more curiously than she usually cared to show to her kind, or Christian’s. She wasn’t the most social dragon, but if her Bonded was honest, neither was he and everyone knew that dragon and human bond-mates were usually alike in personality.
However she studied the male of her species: he was an off-white blue, almost translucent like the membrane of her wings and the lightening markings on her scales. His scales seemed to grow more pale as the went down his legs, but his paws were a curious brown, and other markings of the color cut across his body in odd places. He was not unpleasant to look at, she concluded. They would grow to be around the same height, and weight, although, being a male, he would be only slightly larger than herself.
Christian listened to her scrutinizing, amused. “Well, Twila, and Anberlin,” he said, including her dragon, “It is a pleasure to meet fellow air users, and I’m always delighted to be in the company of a beautiful woman,” he concluded, giving Twila a charming smile.
Triste gave him a sharp mental shove, and felt him wince internally, but she wasn’t apologetic. There was no time in their training for such ridiculous flirting. Sure you aren’t just jealous, Tris? Christian mumbled into her mind. Triste growled at him faintly, closing her mind from his probing to see if his words had hit home: they had. He was hers, and she was loathed to share him.
Christian ignored her mood. “I’m Christian Willoine, and this is my dragon—”
I am Triste, she interrupted with her rumbled speech, giving Christian a look that told him she could introduce herself. He looked back at her surprised, however, since she usually choose to stay silent in the presence of others.
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Post by MIRA ?! on Jan 27, 2011 19:42:45 GMT -5
Anberlin sat back reluctantly, blinking lazily at the duo before him, though Twila knew he was anything but relaxed. He was observing the two, mostly the dragon, something that made his bonded giggle softly.
She's pretty, you know. You should say hi. To that, Anberlin just shook his head, bumping his shoulder into her lightly. He kept watching the others, stepping away from Twila a bit to stretch out his wings, flapping them lazily in an awkward stretch. The pale dragon looked back up to his Bonded who was observing him with a raised brow.
Showing off?
[/color] Never.[/color] The small brunette turned back to gaze at the boy and his dragon, her crystal eyes meeting his with a small grin. She liked him already, he seemed nice and funny. Anberlin, on the other hand, hated him already. The pale dragon's posture was stiff, with his shoulders hunched and his head tucked it, eyes glaring up at the two. Ah, sorry to disappoint. I can always pretend to be lost, just for you. Twila smirked softly, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. It was getting cooler in the valley, and against 'Berlin's advice, she hadn't dressed warmer. If he knew that, he would scold her and she would get one of his famous 'i-told-you-so's', a treat she didn't want to receive. The girl took a cautious step forward, eying the emerald dragon who seemed protective over her Bonded. It made Twila smile. This dragon was so much like Anberlin. It was interesting to see how her and Anberlin's relationship looked to others. Her dragon was like her best friend, like her guardian. It really was touching, even if it was annoying. Looks like you and your dragon are really close...it's nice to see 'Berlin isn't the only overprotective Bonded out there. Anberlin snorted, obviously not thrilled with being compared to the other pair. It was obvious his dislike and distrust for the boy and his green dragon. She shook her head softly, biting her lip. Don't compare me with him. It's obvious he's only flirting with you. I bet he's a jerk, just wants to get you in bed...or maybe not even that...I bet he--ANBERLIN! You don't even know the poor guy! The pale blue dragon's Bonded sighed, rubbing her temple lightly. Sometimes Anberlin could get overbearing. She flashed the boy a grin, apologetic, though she knew the previous conversation had been a silent, mental one. Either way, he probably thought she was weird. Twila knew she was prone to making faces at her Bonded during these fights, and knew very well that he growled and snarled at her. His words made her blush a bit, though only a little. She hadn't been called beautiful in a long time, it was actually nice, though Anberlin's voice was in the back of her mind saying he was playing her. She sighed. She didn't know if he was right or not. Oh, well thank you. I have to say it's been a while since I've shared the company of someone so attractive as well. Anberlin didn't even growl that time he just sagged his head and leaned lightly against her leg. Twila looked down at him and stroked his scales lightly, dragging her fingers over them as though she were afraid to hurt him. He rubbed his head against her leg much like a cat and she smiled. No matter what, Anberlin would always be the closest to her. Glancing back up to see the dragon and boy staring at them intently. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, nodding at their names. Christian and Triste. Well, it's definitely nice to meet you Christian, Triste. I saw you two out there practicing. I have to say it's definitely something Anberlin and I have been putting off. She flipped her hand lightly in the air, smiling and laughing. Anberlin just arched a brow at her and chuckled throatily. Do excuse her, she likes to ramble on about things. The male longwing teased, surprising his bonded in so many reasons. He rarely ever spoke aloud, and even more rarely did he joke about anything. Twila wouldn't have been surprised if her jaw was on the ground. ------------- characters & element; twila savaar and [url=http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/Miradragon2.png[/]anberlin[/url], beginner air words; 694 notes; faillll tags; candi [/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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