#Shurikan inheritance cycle

[good-morzan-inheritance-cycle]

The dragons and what id think they sound like

Saphira: she purrs like a cat and coos. She has a very soft silvery voice when speaking in someone’s head, but on the outside she’s cooing or purring when she’s speaking. And when fighting or grumbling sounds more like an angry tiger.

Thorn: he kinda grumbles like a bunch of smooth stones rolling together in a constant rhythm, and has a slight hiss and serpentine sound when growling or making any sort of vocal noises. When speaking in someone’s head, I imagine a thick low Irish kinda tone as if it’s a 40 year old smoker who somehow didn’t damage their lungs enough to sound like death but still have that grumbling rasp that might fit a tavern singer that makes you rethink your life and not confessing to your first love.

Glaedr: he sounds like a large bovine, with a huffing kinda noise when making sounds. His growls are more what one might imagine from a bear or something. When speaking, he has a very smooth but scratchy voice at the same time. Like an old grandfather who’s dramatizing how he went to school up hill both ways.

Fírnen: he growls and whines like a big dog or a wolf. If he wasn’t a dragon he’d be barking at the mailman. His speaking voice is like a 20 year old who still hasn’t hit puberty just yet, so it’s deep enough where you go “oh, that’s not a child, that’s a man” but you still second guess yourself.

Morzan’s dragon (Ozias): whale noises. The coos, the song and the magic is all in his growl. Like his rider he got a smooth voice and is just majestical. His speaking voice after years of fighting off becoming a literal animal after losing his name is now soft and faded, but still holds that grand tone he used to have. Like an old opera singer on permanent vocal rest who can still hum a melody that can bring a tear to your eye.

Shurikan: clanking glass and medal, he makes no genuine sounds outside his hissing growls anymore. He’s too large and tired for it. But when moving he sounds like the chimes of a thousand swords clinking in a toast. Too harsh for a wineglass, but too gentle for true war. His speaking voice is slithery and slick, like oil melding with water as both are being poured.

[concha-del-mar]

I’m genuinely so upset. Murtagh has been enslaved by the man he hates most, he’s been his fucking weapon, he’s been forced to perpetuate his violence when all he wants is to put an end to it and him