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paradisalogs2014-01-16 07:33 pm
firethroat) wrote in paradisalogs2014-01-16 07:33 pm
Entry tags:
Luster, let me go
Who: Firethroat
What: Waking up in Paradisa
When: Morning of January 17
Where: The roof or outside the castle
Rating: G-PG? Possible risk of violence? We'll see.
A.
Curled up on the castle roof is a sleeping dragon. She barely fits her body is so large, even with her wings folded and tail tucked nearby. The heat from her body has caused the nearby snow to melt into puddles. Some of the water drips over the edge, running over wall and window. Not too far away, a journal with the name “Firethroat” lays on the edge of a puddle, unnoticed.
The dragon shifts in her sleep, causing her tail to fall over the roof’s ledge. Firethroat's eyes flicker, then immediately snap open in concern. This is not her cave. Where is she, and how did she get here? Shifting a little, she looks at her front claws. Gripped within them is a golden casket, not too large to be picked up by a man but not small either. The dragon sighs in relief. At least her heart has not been stolen. However, the casket also creates another risk in this strange land. Whoever was here might want it for their own purposes. She has not forgotten the Hunter and his recent attempt to bend her to his will.
Enraged at the memory and her current situation, Firethroat lets out a blast of fire towards the sky. Then she stops, suddenly worried that she might have drawn more attention to her presence. Glancing back at the casket, she drags it underneath her, hidden from sight. With that, the dragon settles back down onto the roof, thinking deeply. While there did not seem to be any immediate danger, she was still at a disadvantage on unfamiliar territory. She would have to gather her wits and any information she could find in order to get through this.
B.
Once she is alone again, Firethroat flies off to the forest to conceal her heart's casket. Although she wants to keep it within her sight, that would mean letting people see it, people who might try to steal it from her later. The risk was too great. However, she also needed to be able to move freely to be able to explore properly. Hiding it was her best choice for now.
With the chest safely hidden, she begins investigating this new place. The dragon flies over the forest and town, reaching the castle once again. She is most interested in the castle, having not seen one in many hundreds of years. Landing next to it, she looks over the building curiously, gently tapping at stone and peering into the glassy windows. Strange, how the castle seems to call to her. Perhaps it is because of its beauty. She does appreciate beauty after all.
What: Waking up in Paradisa
When: Morning of January 17
Where: The roof or outside the castle
Rating: G-PG? Possible risk of violence? We'll see.
A.
Curled up on the castle roof is a sleeping dragon. She barely fits her body is so large, even with her wings folded and tail tucked nearby. The heat from her body has caused the nearby snow to melt into puddles. Some of the water drips over the edge, running over wall and window. Not too far away, a journal with the name “Firethroat” lays on the edge of a puddle, unnoticed.
The dragon shifts in her sleep, causing her tail to fall over the roof’s ledge. Firethroat's eyes flicker, then immediately snap open in concern. This is not her cave. Where is she, and how did she get here? Shifting a little, she looks at her front claws. Gripped within them is a golden casket, not too large to be picked up by a man but not small either. The dragon sighs in relief. At least her heart has not been stolen. However, the casket also creates another risk in this strange land. Whoever was here might want it for their own purposes. She has not forgotten the Hunter and his recent attempt to bend her to his will.
Enraged at the memory and her current situation, Firethroat lets out a blast of fire towards the sky. Then she stops, suddenly worried that she might have drawn more attention to her presence. Glancing back at the casket, she drags it underneath her, hidden from sight. With that, the dragon settles back down onto the roof, thinking deeply. While there did not seem to be any immediate danger, she was still at a disadvantage on unfamiliar territory. She would have to gather her wits and any information she could find in order to get through this.
B.
Once she is alone again, Firethroat flies off to the forest to conceal her heart's casket. Although she wants to keep it within her sight, that would mean letting people see it, people who might try to steal it from her later. The risk was too great. However, she also needed to be able to move freely to be able to explore properly. Hiding it was her best choice for now.
With the chest safely hidden, she begins investigating this new place. The dragon flies over the forest and town, reaching the castle once again. She is most interested in the castle, having not seen one in many hundreds of years. Landing next to it, she looks over the building curiously, gently tapping at stone and peering into the glassy windows. Strange, how the castle seems to call to her. Perhaps it is because of its beauty. She does appreciate beauty after all.
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The shock is enough to make her forget her situation, at least for a moment.
"My apologies. No harm was intended."
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"Remember, only you can prevent forest fires!"
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"What reason would I have to start forest fires in the first place?"
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The dragon stares at Danny, who is still floating in the air, where humans aren't supposed to be. It is even more befuddling than his joke. "Why are you flying, little human? Your realm is the earth and fields, not the air like a bird." She could just as well ask how he was flying, for she sees no wings.
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Going through old tags, feel free to ignore if you'd like
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