caelumxvenator

[caelumxvenator]

Tagged by: ofdesolations

Tag 5 of your friends and make them fill in this form! For the mun only! 
 ✩❧ Name: Alyshia ✩❧ Birthday: 2nd of February ✩❧ Gender: Female ✩❧ Sexuality: Heterosexual ✩❧ Height: 5'7'' ✩❧ Blogs: Chaos, Jasper Whitlock, Saphira ✩❧ Mun FC: N/A

Tagging: No-one, anyone who wants to do this can reblog if they wish.

[Mun Tag]

[caelumxvenator]

nemuruomoi:

Paine had spotted something a ways off in the distance. Something glittering and gleaming in the sunlight. Curiosity had gotten the better of her and so she’d gone to investigate. It was too large to be a sphere, which was a shame, as a sphere that big would bring in quite the profit.

As she moved closer, the sound of rustling reached her ears which helped her realize that this thing was living. Which..wasn’t exactly a pleasant thought considering how big it seemed to be. With the look it was giving her, Paine’s face almost dropped. All that showed of her surprise was the widening of her eyes. Fuck. It could speak, to some degree.

Regaining her composure after a brief couple of seconds, Paine took a small breath in and spoke. “I’m not aware of anyone of that name.” It didn’t ring any bells either, so even if she did, the name didn’t. Even so, her insides were fluttering like a butterfly. The creature could squash her with its foot if it chose to and she wouldn’t stand a chance. “Any my query is more with you than anyone else.” Or anything, considering what was in front of her wasn’t exactly human. “I saw you from quite a distance and decided to investigate. I didn’t expect to find something quite like you though.”

Hacking chortles escape her at the two-legs obvious surprise, a puff of smoke billowing from flared nostrils in lazy ring soon swept aside in the soft tugs of breeze.

Very few expect to encounter a dragon, I would think, and those that do soon turn tail and flee.  My kind, though rare, are fierce.  A pause, in which crystalline gaze examines the petite creature more closely, mulling over the body language and facial expressions she has taken to learning by studying her Rider.  The replacement of furred lines above the eyes rather than scales never failed to confuse her, but they would furrow or pinch as scales would raise to form jagged points in times of stress or anger, would they not?

Still, it would not do for this one to think she was to be Saphira's next meal - not that she would offer much in the way of filling a belly able to digest several horses in one sitting.

But your species is not my favourite meal at all.  You are in no danger from me unless, of course, you wish to take up one of those pointy-stick-sword-creations and deliver a strike in my direction.

[caelumxvenator]

So the cowards had decided to send an executioner for her hide after all.  Pathetic little maggots, unwilling to die in the glory of battle in defending their homeland from the evil taking residence nearby.  Pah.  Two-legs were such blind, flighty things, unwilling to look beyond a deadly appearance to the peacefulness beneath.

Jagged rows of fearsome teeth are bared in a warning snarl that rumbles deep in her chest, a promise of painful demise should a move be made against her when all she wanted was to rest wind-weary wings before continuing onward in her search for her errant Rider.  Thought is thrown towards the two-legs in much the same fashion that damnable weapon would be hurled at herself, wing membranes shivering minutely in remembered pain of being punctured in numerous places during the past times of war.

Attack me, hatchling, and you will be the next snack to line my belly.

caelumxvenator started following you

" ‘Oh Azee you’re a Dragoon, you should go kill the giant lizard!’, ‘O Warrior of Light please help us!’ give me a break….." The Hyur grumbled as she made her way through the woods to look for this supposed dragon. For all she knew it could’ve just been some drake that happened to get too far from it’s pleasant little home.

Then again….they said it was blue, I haven’t seen enough dragons to know if that’s a common color or not….Bahamut isn’t exactly included in that list….

And the only beast she did know of was friendly, it figures though, that they send her instead of risking their own people. Shows how much they care for her safety, part of her just wanted to say screw it and let them deal with it, but she would be setting a bad example for the Scions at this point.

Stopping in a clearing, she sighs and rubs the back of her head. “It would help is I knew…where to….” When she looked up she saw the dragon, and merely let out a string of curses for not being careful enough and she stepped back, hand gripping the spear on her back but not yet taking it out.

"Halone above, please let this thing be friendly….."

[caelumxvenator]

She is no expert on the body language of two-legs, despite observing Ergaon's interactions with his brethren since she had been able to part both sets of eyelids.  Even so, it is obvious this one with oddly spiked hair - would it prick the hide of those unprotected by scales? how curious - is travel weary, with the dragging feet and slumped shoulders.  There is no drive or confidence behind such a gait, something she has not seen since the days of Eragon's first steps into Rider-hood; the similarity flutters at the same urges that had triggered with her Bonded, awakening the instinct to mother one far too exposed and vulnerable when there was danger lurking in every nook and cranny of these plagued lands.  She snakes her head downward so that her snout is a hair's breadth from touching the squish-nose of the two-legs, exhaling a soft gust of air in his face before extending another whisper of thought to him.

If you know how to create a spit to evenly cook food, I will supply you with a kill to roast, youngling.

        ⊰Ｑｕｉｃｋ Ｓｉｌｖｅｒ⊱

Feet dragged under him, several long hours of endless trailing in this unknown place. Ever reaching someone who knew where he was would be a miracle. Thoughts ran through his head, the noise creeping in the silence starting to shake the nervous of the fugitive. Hearing what ever it was he heard his exhausted eyes searched the area.

                                     "Listen, who ever you are. I ain’t seeking nothin’ but food."

[caelumxvenator]

Given how often the two-legs thought to disturb her peace - her, the one to smash down the walls and gates of cities to overthrow for them with but a swipe of her paw! - the dragoness is short on patience, even with the sun warming the scales she had spent a good hour cleaning pristine from the dust and grime of extended travel. Not a muscle does she twitch beyond the curling of her upper lip to reveal mighty jaws and teeth as long as human forearm.

Before the warning growl can issue forth and rumble menacingly in her throat, however, the scent of spice and evergreen unique to the two-legs-pointed-ears registers. She need not open her eyes to know who approaches on quick foot and liquid grace, all too familiar with the elf she had carried across the land much like when the female had safeguarded her egg to and from the Varden. She hums briefly in greeting, extending a tendril of thought gentle as the kiss of a butterfly's wing.

Good morn, Arya.

[caelumxvenator]

fromwutaiwithlove xprodigium

The new scent makes her curious, nostrils flaring as she snuffs at the air - neglecting to do so in the quiet manner her Rider had attempted to convey before he wandered off to find her a half dozen squirrels to eat - and wriggles her way through the undergrowth to follow the guidance of her nose.

She stops, however, when she sights the sudden wash of sunlight across the open area where the ground beneath her paws changes into something rougher than the green stuff she can turn to mushed pulp with a few pummels of her tail.  Saphira knows she isn't supposed to be seen by other two-legs, but curiosity is such an annoying itch when she can't sate it, and so she sticks her snout out from the bush she's remaining behind so she can peek a the world beyond her forested home, and perhaps spot the creatures like her Rider, but very much not him.

[caelumxvenator]

sxlvershot

nemuruomoi

Even when she cranes her neck alone, there is the rustle and softest of tinkling sounds as layers of scales ripple with the shifting of muscle beneath.  The stranger will likely hear her before they see her, despite the fact the sunlight gleaming from her sparkling hide creates quite the beacon.  She twists her head around so that both eyes can fix on the two-legs in a stare that would have all but the bravest of heart fleeing with their tail between their legs like cowed hatchlings.

You are several hours too late in seeking an audience with Eragon.  Unless, of course, your queries are meant for me?

[caelumxvenator]

[caelumxvenator]

Pebbles and rocks grind, crack, beneath the punishing kneading of ivory claws, a gusty bellow of air released from flared nostrils as Saphira settles back on her haunches, muscular expanse of a spiked tail brought around to settle upon her forepaws with lazy ease.

It has been some time since a two-legs has mustered the fire to approach me without quivering like a gale-torn leaf. What brings you to me, youngling?

[caelumxvenator]

'Little one.'

[caelumxvenator]

Looking for others in the fandom to interact with. If you are an Inheritance Cycle RP blog, please like or reblog this post.