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and no net ensnares me: - Random Events - 06-30-2019
Freedom takes to the sky;
Dawn, a time of rebirth and renewal. It was that dawn that sparked with electricity and smelled faintly of ozone and moisture. The storm was threatening to break, keeping the normally technicolored sky from showcasing its brilliance. Dark clouds circled the bowl of indigo and sporadic flashes lit them from within.
The stallion frowned, looking at the sky and then turning his head to the cart full of his… merchandise. The creatures within were rustling and moving, unease spiking through the beings that he was carting. The dapple gray stallion snorted and moved on. He had been moving through the realm for the last few days, offering the unusual creatures to any that wanted to pause and debate spending their funds.
As he entered the Viride Forest, a sharp crack echoed through the world and caused him to start. In the movement, his cart found itself buried between the raised roots of a large tree. With a curse, he released his tether and started to try to figure out what he could do to release the full cart. This had been a rough trip, very few wanting to purchase his wares. Under the cover, one dragon let loose a cry and he snapped at it.
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Inside of the cage, a small dragon hissed at the infuriating stallion. She was smaller and colored like the sunrise that was supposed to have broken in the world. Wisdom coursed through her mind, knowing what had gone on and what the stupid stallion was wanting. A few horses had been enamored with her, but none had offered a price that the mottled mutt had liked.
Smacking the side of the cage with her tail resulted in another curse from the stallion. It amused her that he was so indignant at her every movement. Tapping it progressively louder, she waited to see if he would play right into her plans.
“You stupid dragon…” He hissed, bumping the cart with his hip. It was the movement that he had been waiting for and she rocked her body against the bars in time with his hit. The cage fell to the ground, erupting in a shower of splintered wood and hissing dragon.
The small dragon hissed at him one last time before releasing a call that echoed through the forest with savage pride. She didn’t know if any other horses were nearby, nor did she particularly care at that point. She was free again, free to launch into the sky and soar on her beautiful wings.
The stallion frowned, looking at the sky and then turning his head to the cart full of his… merchandise. The creatures within were rustling and moving, unease spiking through the beings that he was carting. The dapple gray stallion snorted and moved on. He had been moving through the realm for the last few days, offering the unusual creatures to any that wanted to pause and debate spending their funds.
As he entered the Viride Forest, a sharp crack echoed through the world and caused him to start. In the movement, his cart found itself buried between the raised roots of a large tree. With a curse, he released his tether and started to try to figure out what he could do to release the full cart. This had been a rough trip, very few wanting to purchase his wares. Under the cover, one dragon let loose a cry and he snapped at it.
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Inside of the cage, a small dragon hissed at the infuriating stallion. She was smaller and colored like the sunrise that was supposed to have broken in the world. Wisdom coursed through her mind, knowing what had gone on and what the stupid stallion was wanting. A few horses had been enamored with her, but none had offered a price that the mottled mutt had liked.
Smacking the side of the cage with her tail resulted in another curse from the stallion. It amused her that he was so indignant at her every movement. Tapping it progressively louder, she waited to see if he would play right into her plans.
“You stupid dragon…” He hissed, bumping the cart with his hip. It was the movement that he had been waiting for and she rocked her body against the bars in time with his hit. The cage fell to the ground, erupting in a shower of splintered wood and hissing dragon.
The small dragon hissed at him one last time before releasing a call that echoed through the forest with savage pride. She didn’t know if any other horses were nearby, nor did she particularly care at that point. She was free again, free to launch into the sky and soar on her beautiful wings.
And maybe, maybe she will feel her heart singing that same song.
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RE: and no net ensnares me: - Maerys - 07-30-2019
she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
How it must've tasted to be a hostage to the merchant - a hollow cube assembled of oak with solely one way in or out, where the exclusive thing to do was gawk at emptiness through the interminable monotony, tracing with penetrating eyes the age lines and rainwater pimples on the wood and the claw marks of those who had strived to escape before. Time must've felt endless to those creatures locked away like oddities, whose lives had been diminished only to their monetary equivalent. 'Passing time' meant speculating about absurd meanings as plank walls stared back in muteness.
The silver-haired girl trailed him, hushed as the twilight, dancing between the tree arms as the sunshine roused to twinkle through the canopy of leaf overhead, flagging the appearance of dawn. Reflecting his actions required little effort of the equine - she'd become an immaculate outline of his shape, an echo of his movements; she melted into the scenery just as any shadow would.
The girl had seen enough.
Soft strides carried her from the shadows and into the stallion's view just as his hip toppled one of the crates open, releasing a bundle of pink-mottled scales with a circulatory system pumping only anger. Maerys was silent as she watched, wondering what approach the merchant would take: let the dragon free as she desires, or recapture her? The girl suspected he would choose the latter despite that choice being extremely ill-advised. What was one stallion to do against a fire-breathing child?
Yes - that was all the dragon was. A child. An angry one at that.
"Mine own recommendation would be to let the child free," she began, powerfully enough to apprehend both the dragon's and the stallion's attentions. "You cannot trade that which does not want to be traded -" Her statement is straightforward and easy to comprehend (even for a merchant who makes money selling sentient beings). "Unless you'd prefer to face the penalty any slaver should." It is a blatant threat to the man (though as his eyes trace over her rather slender form, she questions whether a small, young girl like her could ever make a threat that held any real weight).
He began to argue with her then - discussing how he had a family to feed and that he had debts to pay off, but Maerys heard nothing but falsehoods. She was sudden to argue back, emphasizing that the large pouch of gold and silver coins (earned from selling other creatures and wares) that rested so comfortably on his cart should take care of it all. He paused only a moment, perhaps weighing the situation, before lurching towards the dragon in a weak attempt to recapture her.
The dragon accepted this as his final choice - his fate sealed.
She would not go back to him.
It happened promptly - the dragon's anger flashed in the form of flames that caressed and kissed all they touched.
Smoldering, the billows of her fire were crackling and almost playful at first before escalating into a scorching, hungry serpent that spat and leaped in showers of sparks and plumes of coal-colored smoke. She was a violent, unforgiving creature that was satiated only as her fire winded itself around the foliage after there was nothing left to burn, where the stallion no longer stood.
All that remained was the ash that floated serenely to the ground.
And Maerys with a dragon eyeing her curiously.
They'd been inseparable since.
Maerys has been watching the stallion for some time and notices when things are about to escalate, revealing herself to a no-longer-caged-dragon and the pissy stallion. She warns him to let the dragon free as it is clearly what the creature desires, but as he reaches to recapture the dragon, she defends herself by burning him and most everything around them to smithereens.
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thank you chaosy for the wonderful quest
The silver-haired girl trailed him, hushed as the twilight, dancing between the tree arms as the sunshine roused to twinkle through the canopy of leaf overhead, flagging the appearance of dawn. Reflecting his actions required little effort of the equine - she'd become an immaculate outline of his shape, an echo of his movements; she melted into the scenery just as any shadow would.
The girl had seen enough.
Soft strides carried her from the shadows and into the stallion's view just as his hip toppled one of the crates open, releasing a bundle of pink-mottled scales with a circulatory system pumping only anger. Maerys was silent as she watched, wondering what approach the merchant would take: let the dragon free as she desires, or recapture her? The girl suspected he would choose the latter despite that choice being extremely ill-advised. What was one stallion to do against a fire-breathing child?
Yes - that was all the dragon was. A child. An angry one at that.
"Mine own recommendation would be to let the child free," she began, powerfully enough to apprehend both the dragon's and the stallion's attentions. "You cannot trade that which does not want to be traded -" Her statement is straightforward and easy to comprehend (even for a merchant who makes money selling sentient beings). "Unless you'd prefer to face the penalty any slaver should." It is a blatant threat to the man (though as his eyes trace over her rather slender form, she questions whether a small, young girl like her could ever make a threat that held any real weight).
He began to argue with her then - discussing how he had a family to feed and that he had debts to pay off, but Maerys heard nothing but falsehoods. She was sudden to argue back, emphasizing that the large pouch of gold and silver coins (earned from selling other creatures and wares) that rested so comfortably on his cart should take care of it all. He paused only a moment, perhaps weighing the situation, before lurching towards the dragon in a weak attempt to recapture her.
The dragon accepted this as his final choice - his fate sealed.
She would not go back to him.
It happened promptly - the dragon's anger flashed in the form of flames that caressed and kissed all they touched.
Smoldering, the billows of her fire were crackling and almost playful at first before escalating into a scorching, hungry serpent that spat and leaped in showers of sparks and plumes of coal-colored smoke. She was a violent, unforgiving creature that was satiated only as her fire winded itself around the foliage after there was nothing left to burn, where the stallion no longer stood.
All that remained was the ash that floated serenely to the ground.
And Maerys with a dragon eyeing her curiously.
They'd been inseparable since.
Maerys has been watching the stallion for some time and notices when things are about to escalate, revealing herself to a no-longer-caged-dragon and the pissy stallion. She warns him to let the dragon free as it is clearly what the creature desires, but as he reaches to recapture the dragon, she defends herself by burning him and most everything around them to smithereens.
thank you chaosy for the wonderful quest
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