idoun

[idoun]

The once comforting warm breeze now grew unnerving and ominous. Once white and fine sand was now soaked with blood. She could smell the iron in the air, mixed with magic as well as smoke and fire. Flesh, hair, steel and clothes were burning- it was the smell of war that Idunn has known for so many centuries by now. If she closed her eyes she could almost envision it: a vast field once adorned by grassy plains and flowers, trampled. The ground gouged and burnt, blood and body parts scattered around alongside weapons with no wielders and mounts that once were someone’s trusted partner but now laid dead.

And she stood above it all, looking down at disgrace as her army continued to bulldoze armies.

It wasn’t much different now, with two fallen members in her team. They had been taken out faster than she could’ve reacted, and were now beyond her saving. Idunn knew the smell of no return, and so she turned her eyes to the living ones, both ally and foe.

Again. Those shadows rushed towards her form with weapons drawn and she only had skin and cloth to defend herself with.

Backup activates! Sreng Lancer attacks! -1HP Idunn HP= 6/10 Sreng Mercenary attacks Idunn with Killing Edge! Roll1D20-4 = 15, critical! Idunn HP= 4/10 Idunn counters with Seraphim! Roll1D20-6 = 3, miss!

Irritation ate at her core harsher than blade. Once more they drew blood, slashing at her side and leg, throwing her off in such a way that she couldn’t even concentrate enough to conjure a spell to defend herself with. The shadows retreated and Idunn sat on the bloodied sand, her once fully white robes now tattered, ripped and bloodied. Her body hurt but her mind was still sharp, though nervousness clouded her thinking. This would lead nowhere.

Then, shouts. Shouts that burned brighter than the flames licking at the cage holding one of their teammates. Mismatched eyes locked with the figure of that girl that had been trapped until now, her body being slowly burned alive. Idunn could smell all sorts of things, but from her all she could get was distress and rage. Even more so after that dragon lady seemed to mock her.

Ah.

She could almost retell all of it from start to finish. A young lilac-haired divine dragon, trapped in a den of demon dragons. They shouted, yelled, mocked- urged her to just shut up and give in already. She stood strong however, so much so that they had to perform a ritual to rip her soul out of her body to finally get what they wanted.

But there was no bravery or honor there.

Idunn couldn’t name emotions now, but she was sure that if she had stood there, facing the girl she once was, she’d smell fear. Raw, unfiltered fear clinging to the wish that someone would break in there and save her, even though she knew nothing like that would ever happen.

A girl trapped in a cage, mocked and threatened by those around her, being denied freedom by a dragon.

Idunn held onto her dragonstone tightly and urged it to respond- to just react in any way it could even if she couldn’t call on her powers. Once fair skin and long limbs morphed into dark purple arms and legs with bright red veins and razor-sharp claws. Silky lilac hair was nowhere to be found, replaced with a tall crest atop a long neck. The only identifiable characteristic were the eyes- one crimson, the other a bright emerald. The iguana-like demon dragon roared at Gofannon, though her attention was at the cage.

Idunn casts Seraphim at the Cage! Roll 1D20= 14, hit! Cage HP= 0/5 Cage has been broken! Larcei 9/10 HP is now free.

Even in this form, she couldn’t call on her Dark Breath. Instead was a burst of light similar to the spells she had casted before against the soldiers. The ray struck the burning cage’s bars and the structure gave in, finally allowing its captor to run free. Yet Idunn knew she couldn’t commemorate, there was no time to. 

A wrathful roar echoed back at her as Gofannon dove from the sky, beak and talons ready.

Gofannon counters with Serrated Beak! Roll 1D20-4 = 13, hit! Roll 1D20-4 = 6, hit! Idunn HP= 0/10

To say she knew how to close combat as a dragon wasn’t exactly the truth- she never actually had to do that, but Idunn didn’t really care. If there was one thing that Fae and Roy taught her was that lack of training should never hold anyone back regardless of context. At the time, they were talking about her difficulty to learn how to write- now, she was applying it in battle. Both dragons clashed against each other, their screeches and roars almost deafening. 

It didn’t last long, however. Idunn was too injured, as the results of her soft and fragile human body were translated into her dragon form as large gashes and cuts through her scales. It didn’t take much for her to fall to the sand and lack the strength to get up. Victorious yet still angered, Gofannon took to the skies once more while Idunn laid bloodied on the sand, weakly holding her head up. 

She freed that girl. She did something good.

The demon dragon’s head fell against the sand, its breathing slowing down in deep sighs.

At least this time, she fell not from the lack of will to live, but from a sacrifice to let another thrive. That was okay in her heart.

Idunn has been defeated!

✢⁎. no matter the price or the pain | team 1 bronze round

[idoun]

Suddenly, the enemies started to move faster than her team could keep up with, and before Idunn could even think about changing to her dragon form, two shadows appeared in the corner of her vision. One possessed a sword, the blade clearly aiming for her neck, while the other held a lance that aimed at her middle- in this human body, soft and fragile, that could kill her. But there was no fear gripping Idunn's heart.

Backup activates! Sreng Lancer attacks! -1HP Idunn HP= 9/10 Sreng Mercenary attacks Idunn with Killing Edge! Roll1D20-4 = 12, critical! Idunn HP= 7/10

The lance bit at her upper arm, blood quickly staining the now ripped white sleeve. The sword was close, but the priestess had been fast enough to at least spin her body so it struck her back instead.

She could smell her own blood and feel its warmth as it soaked the fabric. Her body found it disturbing, distressing- naturally. Idunn was a living being, and all living beings on a primal level crave for survival independently of what the mind says. She felt adrenaline rushing in, her heartbeat growing faster, her muscles preparing for the fight or flight response that would most definitely result in fight as Idunn refused to run and didn’t need to be ordered to showcase bravery.

But her mind was at peace. She felt no fear. She had been surrounded and attacked before.

Idunn counters with Seraphim! Roll1D20-6 = 7, hit! Sreng Mercenary HP= 8/10

Quickly turning herself around, Idunn managed to strike the sword wielding soldier quare on. It wasn’t point blank as the figure moved faster than she could’ve kept up with, but it was still a hit. Mismatched eyes watched as light magic burned on the mercenary’s chest- while it wasn’t fatal, it was an attack nonetheless.

Idunn never prided herself in hurting or killing, but she’d retaliate if needed. Because like anyone, she’d like to survive.

And…well, she wants others to survive as well.

Ignoring her own injuries, the dragon smelled blood and her attention immediately shifted to the man in their team getting decimated by the enemies, so much so that for a moment Idunn expected him to hit the sand and not move anymore- but he did. Alive.

She looked at her own hands. This magic wasn’t her own, but she could tell this was light magic. Light magic can hurt, but most importantly, it can cure. Bare feet against scorching sand took her to Harken’s side as Idunn kneeled next to him. “Your wounds.” They were bad. She had seen humans die from those before. “I…will help. Stay.”

Idunn casts Recover on Harken! Roll 1D20= 14, +8HP (+6 +2) Harken HP= 9.5/10

It worked, somehow. Her hands- hands that up until recently have only ever either maimed and killed or grasped at nothing, how emanated a warm, soft light that bathed Harken’s body. It wasn’t perfect and by the end of it he still had some scratches, but the worst had been taken care of. “...done. You may walk now.” Yet, she couldn’t help but focus on her own hands.

She helped someone. She used her power to save.

The dragon looked up at Harken.

“Be well. Careful.”

@swiftscion @heavensdevotion @inserviceto

✢⁎. no matter the price or the pain | team 1 bronze round

[idoun]

The first thing she noticed was a warm breeze against her cheek. Robes shielding her skin from the harsh sunlight, sand beneath her feet, the dry air in her lungs- with her eyes closed it was as if she were back in Arcadia, waiting for the moment Fae would show up to take her somewhere or show her something interesting.

Opening her eyes however, and there was no Fae in this desert. It was hot, but it was not the gentle warmth of Nabatea. The sand on her skin felt different, more grating, and the air was much drier. A vast, blue sky that stretched itself to infinity, but that seemed more oppressive than freeing. And yet, none of this was real. The density of the magic around her was telling enough that this world was but a well crafted illusion, a lucid dream. It didn’t take long to figure as mismatched eyes looked down and saw her body wrapped in white robes instead of her usual deep purples, blacks and dark magentas.

…it was strange. Her dragonstone was there, hanging from her neck, but it wouldn’t respond correctly. It was as if it were confused, dazed. The magic running in her veins wasn’t her own. There was no fire and no darkness, but this wasn’t the soothing and guiding light of the Divine Dragons either.

Idunn felt a presence, raised her head, and saw chaos unfold. A girl caged by a large, bird-like beast that…almost seemed like a corrupted or malformed Divine Dragon, and an army of three soldiers, one of which was currently on fire. It was just like before, so much so that Idunn almost expected to hear the demented roar of one of her Fire Dragons as the culprit of the soldier’s burns, but there was no such thing. Or rather, it was a dragon. Just not one of her own.

"You." She points at the purple haired girl, "Kill this fool for me, won't you?"

A silver haired lady with what seemed to be a crescent moon on her head gave her an order. A manakete much like herself, though the lady didn’t hail from Elibe. Her smell didn’t match that of the dragons of her continent, but Idunn could at least pinpoint that she was imbued in magic.

It was by impulse.

Idunn attacks Sreng Warrior with Seraphim! Roll 1D20= 10, hit! Sreng Warrior HP: 2.5/10 Sreng Warrior is broken and cannot counterattack!

Light overflowed from her body and struck the burning soldier. It wasn’t enough to kill, but enough to seriously injure. Idunn took a sharp breath, stepped forward mechanically as if to go for a second attempt- but stopped herself. Her eyes blinked, her hand fell to her side.

There was no Zephiel. No Hartmut.

Why did she listen to that lady’s orders? Idunn came here to reclaim her mind and body. They were her own, not other people’s. She found herself staring at the girl in the cage, and couldn’t help but quietly sympathize- except Idunn’s cage was open. She just didn’t know how to step out of it yet.

Idunn glanced at the horned lady for a moment, then made the choice to ignore her presence.

@swiftscion @melusinezephyr @heavensdevotion @inserviceto

✢⁎. no matter the price or the pain | team 1 bronze round

[idoun]

wanted prompts!

-authority prompt (needs BE student/faculty) idunn doesn’t understand this selfishness in times of need. even though she’s still paving her own path…at her core, she wants to help, but doesn’t know how to take the first steps. perhaps with someone’s aid, she could make her own moves.

-analyzing the gashes in the sky. she has never seen anything like it, she wants to see how close she can get with her own dragon form.

-riding prompt. the ice crematory can’t be that bad, right? ….right????

if you'd like to try any other prompt or plot something else, hmu in DMs or in the server!

[idoun]

Mismatched eyes looked at the young drake curiously as it was handed out to her- clinging to her shoulder and sniffing at her hair and ears. Following the lady’s instructions, Idunn slowly moved her arms so one would be under the baby wyvern, supporting its behind, while her other hand was carefully placed around its back to keep it from falling over. “Like…this…” This was how humans held their young, as far as she was aware. She could sense the young one’s smell, but not that of its mother. Looking around the stables, she saw more babies than mothers.

“An orphan.” The conclusion came to her. This one probably lost its mother during the cold days. “And yet…” It looked so energetic and happy, grabbing at her uniform and trying to eat her hair with its toothless jaws. 

Looking back at the lady, Idunn was quiet for a moment- thinking on how to organize her words. “You know dragons very closely. How?” Sure, she was well aware that wyvern knights were a thing. Many soldiers who wished for the skies but couldn’t tame a pegasus went for wyverns instead, a sight she was used to seeing in the past. The difference was that she…was the one they were to fight against- and die trying. 

However, this lady seemed different. Idunn didn’t expect the average soldier to know how to handle a baby wyvern. “You raised one?” Besides, her smell was different. It went beyond the smell of someone who simply lived among dragons, but Idunn couldn’t tell any further. This lady was from another land, so many scents were indecipherable to Idunn at the moment.

@maligknightsthorns

The sight of a tail emerging from under the student's skirt was a small shock to Camilla. She was quick to regain her composure, after all her darling Corrin had a few scales so who was to say others couldn't?

The student's reluctance is adorable, especially with the small wyvern tumbling around her tail. Camilla knelt down to scoop the baby off of the student's tail, cradling it. The wyvern squirmed and cooed as it nuzzled closer to Camilla.

"It's true that mother wyverns pick up their young by the scruff, but I'm sure if they could scoop their babies up in their arms they would." She smiles warmly. "You can hold her, she's quite an affectionate one." She held out the wyvern in her arms. "They tumble from all sorts of naughty places you'd never expect, they can handle being held." Before the student could protest, Camilla shifted the wyvern so the little baby hung from Idunn's shoulder. "Support the bottom." She moved one of Idunn's arms to below the wyvern and the other to rest on the baby's back. "See? And you said you couldn't hold one." Camilla grinned. The baby chirped and sniffed at Idunn's ear, happy and content.

[idoun]

“It’s fine.” Her expression remained unchanged, almost serene. Although her memories were distant and broken up, it didn’t bring her pain in any way- she simply came to terms with it. While she wished that she could remember her original tribe or her parents, her past is gone but now she has been reborn. She can build a new life for herself, and for that she prefers to allow herself to move on and walk towards the future without looking back. “Nabata is all I know. Nabata has Fae, so Nabata is my nest.” It had Fae, it had all the other dragons and people who had been ostracized from the world and needed refuge in the desert.

She paused for a moment, then looked at the fellow heterochromatic dragon. “You are Divine Alear, then.” She would apply the same logic for Alear. Even though her aura and smell were unlike the Divine Dragon characteristics Idunn knew…she wasn’t interested in prying. If this is who Alear is now, this is who Alear would be. “My classmate.” Her words were quiet, more as if she were reaffirming it to herself.

The dragon hummed. Exercise was like training…but wasn’t training dedicated for war and battles? The people in this room seemed so joyful that she couldn’t understand why they were doing this. That- until she figured something out on her own. “...like when a young has to learn how to fly.” They need to practice with their wings. Her childhood was lost to time, but Idunn knew the behavior of baby dragons. Jumping off taller and taller ledges, trying to flap their wings to be able to fly. It demanded practice and insistence, so perhaps this is what those people were doing. “So…they train…to dance.” She…did know that humans loved to dance- some dragons did, too. 

At the compliment to her hair, Idunn momentarily wasn’t sure how to respond- until she remembered Fae’s words. “Thanks.” But before she could process what else to say, Alear had brought the both of them to a quieter spot with fewer people around them. Ah- there were many kicking motions in that weird dance. It would be best if they didn’t kick anyone. “...I like your hair too.” Was what she meant to say earlier. Fae told her it was always nice to give back a given compliment, and Alear’s hair was nice regardless. It was very colorful and unique. 

Figuring that it would be maybe best to remove a layer of clothing, Idunn chose to remove her uniform jacket- staying with the white shirt instead. She didn’t really minded wearing more or less clothing articles- she was simply used to hiding behind cloaks as she was used to living like a shadow.

“Tie?” Tie…her hair? “Like that?” She pointed to Alear’s own hair. The once long, silky colorful crest was now in a ponytail. Idunn had never really done anything to her hair, at best just decorating it with ringlets and other small jewelry for no reason in particular. “Fine.” She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, so the dragon just stared at Alear with slight curiosity- at best maybe a little bit lost.

@alliberacio

Idunn’s words, that she used to be a Divine Dragon caught her off guard. It wasn’t the title used, she had met an Emblem that shared it with her, but the fact it was a thing of the past. “I understand, my history as a dragon is complicated too.” A dragon once born fell but chose to live as who she wished to be, a Divine Dragon clad in white with a gleaming sword by her side, a kind dragon—A dragon that could finally show all her feelings without being afraid of being disposed of. “Where you are from doesn’t matter if were you lived before coming here is what you consider home, in my eyes you’re Idunn of Arcadia. Still, if you ever remember, you can choose which is home to you now.”

But she chose not to push more on the topic, instead hearing her talk about exercising. Perhaps it was her curious spirit, but Alear thought Idunn felt the same curiosity about the world. “Exercising can be like training, you can run to train for example.” When the dragon says ‘a cheer’ her mismatched eyes looked at the crowd happily singing along to the music. “A cheer… yes it sounds like one, doesn’t it?” A cheer to the fun they were likely having all together, connections no matter if born between humans or dragons were a beautiful thing. To connect as to open oneself to many feelings no matter how warm or cold they were.

When the hood lowered she smiled, her hair was of a beautiful lilac, a nice contrast to her now shinning pair of mismatched eyes so reminiscing of nature itself. “I like your hair, i think it would look great in a braid, or a ponytail maybe?” But it was just a passing comment as the Divine Dragon reached for her hand and pulled her along to join the crowd. Although they weren’t dressed to match them she didn’t think they’d mind a pair of dragons standing out in a sea of colors.

Upon walking by the instructors they welcomed them with a warm smile not minding and pointed for them to walk on likely whatever free spot they could find when they were ready. Her hold on Elibe’s dragon became loose once they found a quiet spot—well not quiet at all, but more than the front row—at the back. Before joining in with the movement she took a second to tie her hair up in the style she always would when preparing herself to train, this time no braids to decorate her hair outside the one she already had, just something comfy!

Loosening her shirt a little to prepare herself to jump around she took one last look to Idunn. Her hair was long and just like hers moments prior to tying it up, it was loose. “Do you want me to tie your hair? You might be more comfortable that way, but no need to if you’re uncomfortable.” Not like long hair would cause problems to anyone, in the end it was Alear’s own preferences for training.

Though now that she looked at her own boots in comparison to the outfit the rest were wearing, if she hit someone… ouch.

[idoun]

Idunn nodded quietly at the girl’s explanation. Indeed, that shade of hair and that voice weren’t entirely unfamiliar to her. She had already understood that not everyone is a student or teacher- some people worked different roles in this place and therefore Idunn wouldn’t come across them as easily as she would with her fellow classmates. “Sakura…I will remember.” The syllables rolled off her tongue experimentally as she got used to the foreign name. There were so many phonemes she hadn’t learned yet- but this didn’t intimidate her in the slightest. 

Lilac brows arched ever so slightly as the dragon seemed to show the beginnings of surprise in her features. “Brides are humans going to marry. I look like one?” She wasn’t going to marry anyone, though, and from the drawings she saw brides seemed to have elaborate dresses that made them seem big and fluffy, like clouds. Idunn had…well, a nice sleeping gown. Comfortable, but not fluffy like a cloud. “I won’t marry. I’ll sleep.”

She hummed for a second, choosing her words. “I can’t sleep. So I walk, to tire myself out.” That- until she noticed the shift in Sakura’s expression. Her eyes suddenly seemed concerned over something she couldn’t see or sense. Unshaken, Idunn turned around to look. The hallway extended into the distance, turning left and mostly cloaked in darkness save for the odd torch here and there to offer at least some source of light for the night guards. But Idunn saw no guards- or nothing that could earn that look of worry from Sakura.

She took a step forward, trying to listen in for any sounds she could’ve missed, as well as to try to pick on any odd scents. Nothing. “I don’t know what ghosts smell like.”

Then, the dragon turned around to face Sakura once more, pausing for a moment. 

“You have fear?”

@gentlenekomata

Late night strolls weren’t exactly one of Sakura’s favourite hobbies - since she usually had a very heavy sleep most of the time -, but that night was different: she kept rolling in her bed, thoughts flooding in her mind as she kept thinking about a rumour about a strange ghostly presence around the hallways of the monastery. She wasn’t the type of person who got scared for ghosts, on the contrary, she utterly loved the world of spirts and otherworldly presences, but the details of this “ghost” left her a little unsettled – the white gown of a bride.

She had nothing against bride, of course, but it somewhat intrigued her and worried her at the same time, since it might be a ghostly presence that could be in great suffering too, due to her appearance: many said that when you died, you kept the very same induments you were wearing the last time in life and that meant that the poor bride died during the circumstance of her wedding. Sakura couldn’t help but feel the pain in that otherworldly presence and the thought of it eventually made her decide to try her luck and roam around the monastery’s hallways at night, to see if she could untangle the painful thoughts in her mind.

Wearing a cute floral sleeping gown with a soft cardigan over it, she made her way out her apartments with only a very small candlelight in her right hand, walking towards the main area of where these sightings have been made: the central hallway. Step by step, she eventually reached the selected destination, which was obviously empty and dull at that hour of the night. The several marble columns divided the large room and the petite priestess felt even more shorter in the middle of that immense space, especially now that everything was pitch black, except of her feeble candlelight, the only one source of light.

The thought of being alone in that enormous place was in Sakura’s mind, until a sudden voice echoed in the large hallway, immediately reaching Sakura’s ears as she turned to see a very petite figure standing in the opposite side of the hallway, eyes meeting halfway while the ghostly figure slowly approached the petite priestess. Sakura remained a little interdicted for a long moment while the other presence to get near to her, just to reveal herself as a familiar face.

“Idunn… correct?” she still was a bit unsettled by the sudden appearance of a seemingly familiar student, but she was relieved that the presence was actually a real person and not a ghost. “I’m Sakura, I’m sure we happened to meet at the church sometimes, I usually work there” she softened the tone, trying to relax herself now that she was sure she wasn’t a ghost. “And… yes, I’m here for seeking the bride too” she nodded with her head, tightening the grip of her cardigan on her shoulders. “You actually look like her with that white gown” she let a little giggle escape from her lips, softening the tension that hovered around the area.

“But...what are you doing here?” the question was genuine and the curiosity even more, but as she was speaking with the little student, she noticed with the corner of her eye a strange movements behind her figure, alarming her a little, while her face changed with a worried expression.

[idoun]

Nobody is boring. You are interesting. Other people just don't see it. Maybe you're not what they think is interesting. Someone told me people have "tastes" for friends. You're just a different flavor. Someone out there likes that flavor. You'll find them one day.

How do you make friends if you’re boring? I know I’m not very interesting, but I’m a little bit lonely…

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[idoun]

Idunn had never interacted with babies before- regardless of their species.

Fae was the closest she could recall, however she was no baby. A juvenile divine dragon, but one that was old enough to take care of herself and start her steps in life. Maybe there were babies in the tribe she once belonged to, but Idunn could no longer remember that detail. So now that she stood in the middle of hay and wood, her form surrounded by young drakes grasping at her clothes to climb her body and biting at her ankles with toothless gums to inspect if she was food or not, she didn’t really know what to do.

Though she had caught up on the scent long before her ears perked up at the voice, the other woman’s presence still earned mild surprise from her. She wasn’t expecting to be approached- or rather, she had zoned out slightly.

The lady smelled like countless wyvern riders she had fought before, but with a tinge of perfume she couldn’t identify and other sweeter, softer flowery smells the dragon had already learned to associate with soapy stuff for the hair. Her hair was long and lilac, covering one eye. Pretty, well cared for. Idunn expected her to be a princess of sorts- though here…she knew the lady was the counselor. The dragon had spotted that lilac hair inside the counseling office before.

“They are strong.” Her tone was quiet. “But their scales…are soft.” She could feel it from their little paws grabbing at her exposed legs. There was none of the roughness of an adult dragon’s stone-like skin. At the proposition to hold one, Idunn watched the woman for a moment. Then, looked down at the baby wyverns before effortlessly manifesting her tail as it appeared from her long skirt. Long and thin, clad in violet scales and bright vermillion veins.

She offered the tail to one of the youngsters. A baby decided to cling to it to playfight.

“The scruff.” Mismatched eyes stayed locked on the baby as it played with her tail. “They are grabbed by the scruff. But I’m too big to do that.” Though her memories of her time in the tribe were little more than fuzzy flashes, Idunn knew how drakes behaved. And she knew mothers grabbed their young by the scruff as it was an area with thick skin and therefore safe for an adult dragon to hold on to without hurting the baby with their teeth.

But these…were so tiny. Idunn was too big in her dragon form. Wyverns were so very small. “I can’t hold them.”

@maligknightsthorns

Springtime Blessings

great tree moon +flying

[idoun]

She had caught wind of what had taken place at the stables. An unusually powerful winter claimed the lives of many mounts, and now a handful of young drakes were left orphaned and needed aid. She saw- smelled, how much it affected many students and staff alike. From tears to hopeful smiles as volunteers entered the stables to tend to the babies, to stimulate, feed, tend. So they’d have a chance to grow into healthy adults and thrive. 

Though she couldn’t grasp everything as well as those around her, the situation still had an effect on her heart and mind. She was drawn to it, drawn to the stables and those little wyverns, even though the only experience with drakes she can recall was watching them fall out of the sky, their bodies burnt to a crisp alongside their riders from her Dark Breath as her massive form stood still and her army pushed forwards uncaring if their enemies were human or not. She had never even seen a wyvern properly before, never stopping to focus on them and their behavior. Her mind simply perceived them as obstacles- or rather, tools being used by her obstacles, that she had to destroy so she could pave the way towards the future Zephiel wanted. 

Everything could change now, as there was no longer a robotic drive to kill pushing her forward. The smell she before could only identify mixed with human blood was now pure- and young. The scent of a creature born not too long ago, their bodies still slowly figuring out how the world is, much like herself. When she reached the stables and locked eyes with a young drake, part of her couldn’t help but relate to those big, clueless golden eyes staring back. Curious, full of wonder. Just learning how to take the first steps and see what life is like. 

But there was a scent amidst those children, one that didn’t belong to a wyvern. It was draconic, however with the tinge of a human’s mixed in. One she recognized from where she once stood at the Dragon Temple. Looking up, mismatched eyes met lilac strands of long, silky hair.

“...So…phia.” This girl- Idunn saw her walking alongside Roy during that battle. Her body shimmering with magic energy, a blood that smelled of her own kind as well as a human’s. Although Idunn didn’t know the names of most faces she came across, her mind held on to this one. Perhaps it was because the girl was the only half-dragon in the group and her brain took note of that. Perhaps it was because her appearance somehow reminded her of herself from a long, mostly forgotten past. Perhaps it was because she just remembered it from the teacher’s morning call in class.

“Hi.”

@nabataprophet

fly broken wings

[idoun]

what's a ghost actually

Rumors have started to float around Garreg Mach’s halls about a ghastly young woman haunting the monastery. Many claim to have seen a young woman in wedding white with a haunting expression on her face, though it seems nobody can agree on exactly where she was seen. The only natural choice to be made here is to go and investigate these sightings and figure out whether the woman is real or merely a figment of the student body’s imagination. [Grants Reason +1]

Closed starter for @gentlenekomata

Idunn wasn’t the superstitious type, or at least not conventionally so. There was little for her to believe in, the concept of having faith, wonder or hope long torn from her soul and had yet to fully return. In her eyes, things either existed or they didn’t. Maybe they only existed in the realm of magic and aura, maybe they existed physically. A clear yes or no.

It was why the concept of ghosts didn’t exactly bother her. If they existed, then they definitely were beings of aura and magic and there was nothing to fear from that. While her draconic senses were at times duller than a human’s, her magic ones were not. A ghost appeared, so what? Let it be so it may vanish on its own, or at worst cast a silencing spell for it to disappear.

But then again, it wasn’t like Idunn had a developed sense of fear yet.

She wasn’t awake because of the rumors of a ghostly bride that had been roaming around lately. Simply, sleep had evaded her that night for whatever reason and she imagined that maybe if she tired herself out by walking, she’d fall asleep again. Barefoot and with her hair down, dressed in nothing but a white sleeping gown, maybe Idunn’s presence would only make the ghost stories worse…but it’s not like she was aware of that. Her only concern was walking so she could sleep later.

That, and the scent of a student nearby. An unusual one, from one of those many faraway lands. Herbs and flowers she didn’t know.

Silent steps took the dragon to the middle of a hallway, and she finally spotted the owner of said scent. Not a student- a girl from the clergy it seemed. Small frame, short warm-colored hair. Idunn remembers getting whiffs of her scent before here and there, but never got to properly define who it belonged to. A girl from the clergy, standing there in the middle of the night.

“Will you silence it?” Idunn’s quiet voice echoed through the hall as she stood in place, eyes focused on her ‘companion’. "The bride." She specified, only now wondering if her approach was a tad too awkward.

[idoun]

aaand wanted prompts for idunn!

reason: you have a spooky ghost lady in the hallway but you can also have another spooky lady with white hair in the hallway often mistaken to be a ghost (it’s just idunn taking a night walk) flying: baby wyverns…though she has spent so many years as a puppet, a primal part of her still wished to care for dragon-looking young ones.

dm or ping me if interested!

[idoun]

binding blade | idunn & roy

lionsword​:

Roy didn’t even register who sat next to him at first.

He flipped through his notes, intense concentration warping his face. Reason was his weakest subject. All the more reason to learn and study hard, but he still felt nervous about missing anything important or messing up spells even when he knew what he was doing- or thought he knew what he was doing. He laid out his notebook and textbook in front of him, eyes raised to the chalkboard for any secrets scrawled between the sigils.

Well, he shouldn’t neglect to at least say hello to his neighbor in the moments before their lecture.

“Hello, Idunn.” He said casually, smile on his face. Roy turned back to his notes.

Hey.

“Idunn!” he gasped, fully facing her and thwacking his leg against the bench in the process. Part of him was tempted to hug her on the spot, though he wouldn’t want to startle her. Also, he realized he’d been a bit loud. He lowered his voice, but was no less joyful. “I’m so happy to see you- we should talk later. I want to hear all about how you’ve been doing!”

Roy seemed invested in that book of his- that was good but also a strange sight. All her memories of the boy were either him posing as a warrior before her or just a glance or two of him in the distance, usually next to one of the humans in charge of Arcadia, both watching over her and Fae as Idunn followed the young divine dragon around. Seeing Roy like this surrounded by books was an intriguing view.

She nodded as he greeted her back, eyes returning to her own notes momentarily…until he yelled out her name followed by the entire table shaking from his leg hitting it. The dragon stared at him, her gaze slowly shifted to the others in the room- noticing some curious or startled stares here and there but not thinking much of it.

“After this lesson.” Maybe it was better then. If there was one thing she learned so far was that they needed to pay utmost attention to those lessons and preferably be quiet during them- which made sense. It was hard to read and write with too much noise around though Idunn had to admit that part of her felt more comfortable in more lively areas with more noise around.

Once the lesson came to its end, she carefully closed her book and looked over to Roy. They could properly talk now. “Your knee. Did you injure it?”

@lionsword​

[idoun]

happy pride month

misericordel​:

just because the girl— idunn was a dragon didn’t mean there was a reason to be afraid of her. veyle smiles a little bit, being reminded of how the divine one was when she’d first met him all those years ago. she seemed to be a little bit more lost than he was back then. “it’s nice to meet you, idunn!” her smile widens a bit, deciding that she should strive to be like alear was for her for this woman.

“i think it’s okay that you don’t know how to make a charm.” she replies, tilting her head a bit. “the most important thing about this exercise is that you put your feelings into it, not how well made it is. i understand wanting to make sure it’s made well though. i had the same dilemma making a bouquet for my brother.” she giggles, sitting down next to idunn to help more directly. veyle grabs some of the thread together, showing idunn how to start. “let’s just start with this, okay?”

Nice to meet her? Ah- she remembers that Fae explained to her once. When greeting someone for the first time, she should say that it’s good or nice to meet them out of…what was the word…politeness? Courtesy? The dragon couldn’t remember exactly, but it was a good thing to say. It made people happy and feel appreciated, and she wanted others to feel like that. It was good to be appreciated instead of feared. “Nice to…meet you, Veyle.” Hoping she did it correctly, Idunn looked up at the other girl- only to notice that Veyle was smiling at her.

That was good. Fae often smiled at her, and Idunn always felt warm when she did. If Veyle was smiling at her too, it meant she was happy.

Putting her feelings on to it though…that was going to be hard. 

It’s not that she didn’t want to- she did, she just didn’t know how to exactly. Idunn knew how to make rudimentary pieces of jewelry such as necklaces and bracelets, but they were all for the sake of decoration or to busy her mind with a simple task born from when she had to figure out a way to keep her dragonstone close to her body somewhere. A charm with feelings however…was entirely out of what she knew.

Still, she watched as Veyle sat next to her and grabbed some of the thread. “Feelings…are difficult. I don’t know them.” Maybe her choice of words was odd, but she might as well say it like that because indeed- it has been millennia since she last felt something other than painful and lonely indifference to the world. “I’ll try.” The start…she’d watch carefully.

And then…an off word. “O...kay?” Was that some modern dialect? She doesn’t remember hearing that word before. “What is that word?”

@misericordel​

happy pride month

[idoun]

hot chicken is good for the soul | idunn & azelle

ignifilis​:

A warm shelter is a welcome distraction from the incessant cold. Azelle hates how it turns his blood sluggish, all his innate body heat evaporating into invisible steam. Even his slightly higher-than-normal temperature is no match for endless days of snow and icy wind.

Now, seated as far away as possible from the door and crammed between a forgotten barrel and a subdued group of students, he thinks the edge of frost has finally faded from his limbs. His own bucket of chicken rests forgotten on his lap; it’s far too interesting watching an impressively bold young lad try and sweat through his own.

The boy–boisterous in his scoffing this was an easy challenge–now sits in the room’s center, tears occasionally falling down his cheeks from the intensity of spices. Sympathy wars with morbid curiosity. How long will he go before admitting defeat?

Someone moves in front of him, blocking his vision.He blinks in momentary surprise at the offer. “I am cold, yes. Ah, thank you.” Etiquette demands he accept the piece of chicken, reaching out with tentative fingers. Grease immediately drips along his skin, accompanied by faint licks of heat.

There’s scattered applause. He wonders if the boy finally accepted the inevitable. Glancing up at the girl once more, Azelle takes a cautious bite of his deceptively innocent looking chicken.

Spicy food was never something he avoided. The extra heat was a welcome addition to most meals, so long as it was done with care. This was concocted without care. It’s a raging inferno in the form of a chicken thigh, meant to burn from the first bite to the last.

Azelle holds the chicken away, couching into the crook of his free arm, tears welling in his own eyes. “Fire…does not taste like that.”

Idunn watched as the boy took the piece of fiery chicken, nodding in satisfaction. She knew that humans especially needed to cover themselves up with cloth and other things to remain warm- and those with magic burning at their cores, so perhaps this would help as well. She heard some strange noise around them- people hitting their hands with each other, making a loud popping noise, but they seemed amused by it. Or…did they do it because they were amused by something?

Humans had strange behaviors that were still a mystery to Idunn. She knew what certain facial expressions meant and she could usually tell from how their smell changed as well, but there were many small actions that they did that she didn’t understand. This popping noise they made with their hands, or how at the academy in some of the quieter rooms they’d stand there with their palms pressed to one another close to their faces and eyes closed, or how at times they’d do a snapping sound with their middle finger and thumb to get attention instead of simply shouting or using their voices.

Their culture was intriguing, but she wished to learn all of it.

“What is that?” Her eyes were fixated on the crowd, but it was clear that her question was directed to the boy next to her. She then looked down to her own hands- a bit dirty with all the chicken and sauce, and tried repeating the action. She hit one palm against the other, first slowly and carefully- then with more intensity. Pop. “This gesture. What is it for?”

Then she heard the boy cough, her attention immediately going to his figure. His eyes were teary and his face seemed flushed. “Are you sad?” Humans cried when they were upset by something, that much she knew. Was he upset by the chicken? “This is the taste of fire. It burns inside.” In fact the sensation was still very much there, but she still took another bite as if the piece of meat was nothing. 

“It upsets you?” Idunn couldn’t smell blood from him not the adrenaline that rushes when a human is injured or distressed, so what was was the source of his tears?

@ignifilis​

[idoun]

idunn in the fod of land

source 

PERSONAL INFORMATION

GENDER. Female

AGE. +2800 (physically on her early twenties)

HEIGHT. 175 cm (5'8")

BIRTHDATE. 25th of the Great Tree Moon (April 25th) 

CREST/HOLY BLOOD. Demon Dragon 

CLASS. Blue Lions student

AFFILIATION. Arcadia, Elibe

BIOGRAPHY. Demon Dragon of Bern, Idunn was feared during the Scouring due to her ability to endlessly generate war dragons. Though she was born as a Divine Dragon, she went through a metamosphosis after staying behind in an attempt to stand as neutral in the war and try to negotiate with the demon dragons, resulting in a ritual that sealed her soul and she became a slave without free will. After being spared by Roy’s Binding Blade, she began living in Arcadia and is slowly discovering how to live again.

PERSONAL HISTORY

Idunn, a Divine Dragon girl, is born in Elibe. The location of her original tribe is unknown.

The war between humankind and dragon tribes rages on. It was later called “Scouring”.

The Scouring reaches a critical point. The Divine Dragon tribe flees, however Idunn stays behind.

Idunn is captured by the Demon Dragon tribe and her soul is sealed.

The Eight Legendary Heroes manage to gain the upper hand in the war. 

Idunn is found at the Dragon Temple in Bern, but is spared by Hartmut out of pity. She is then sealed by the Binding Blade.

1000 years later, Zephiel, a descendant of Hartmut, removes the seal on Idunn and orders her to continue engaging in war.

After Zephiel’s defeat, Idunn is found and defeated by Roy. She was spared, then sealed with the Binding Blade once more.

Idunn starts a new life in Arcadia, Nabata Desert.

Idunn begins to travel the world in an attempt to learn more about it and herself. She then enrolls in the Officer’s Academy, in Fódlan. 

INTERESTS. Traveling, Exploring, Observing.   

LIKES. Learning new things, meeting new people, bracelets, feathers, gardening, lizards. 

DISLIKES. Being left alone, overwhelming darkness, excessive cold  

STATUS.  Last living Demon Dragon of Elibe 

CLOSE ALLIES: Roy, Fae, Zephiel (debateable)

DINING HALL PREFERENCES

LIKES. everything except vegetable stir-fry

DISLIKES. vegetable stir-fry

DINING HALL NOTES

FAVORITE DISH.  ✧

"It feels warm on the inside. Warmth is good."

STANDARD DISH.  ✧

"The body demands much energy when awake."

LEAST FAVORITE DISH. ✧

"Taste matters little. Though...it lacks sustentance."

WITH ROY.  ✧

"Humans...eat too fast. Isn’t your stomach fragile too? Careful."

WITH FAE.  ✧

"Eat well so you may grow big quickly. Here, try this."

TEA TIME GUIDE

FAVORITE TEA. Mint Leaves, Honeyed Fruit Blend, Cinnamon Blend

CONVERSATION TOPICS. exploring the monastery. thanks for everything. shareable snacks. making friends. a place you'd like to visit. overcoming weaknesses. i'm counting on you. someone you look up to. you seem different. favorite sweets.

TEA TIME QUOTES

GREETING.  ✧

(1) "So this...is tea."

(2) “A curious smell...”

(3) “You called for me.”

FAVORITE TEA. ✧

“...it reminds me of a distant, warm memory. Thank you.”

FIVE STAR TEA.  ✧

“I have never seen these herbs before. Are they...from this land? I would like to find them in the wild, one day...”

BEING OBSERVED.  ✧

(1) "I don’t remember when my eyes changed colors." (2) “My ears? This is...a common trait of my kind.” (3) “You have a curious smell.” (4) “Your aura reminds me...of someone.”

QUIPS.  ✧

"It feels comfortable." "Warm...too warm." "..." "...hm?" "Is there...anything you need?" "This is new..." "Is that so..." "What is this word?." "What is this object?" "This is...pleasant." "Ah...“ “The wind...“  “What does this mean?“

ENDING. ✧

"...it was nice. I won’t ever forget this."

FINAL COMMENTS.  ✧

(1) I have been asleep for millennia. The world feels...quite new to me. I can’t grasp it.  ANSWER. Nod, Sip Tea. 

(2) I am more used to my dragon form...but it is too big for this place. I wouldn’t fit in my room.  ANSWER. Laugh, Chat 

(3) My dragon form is contained in this stone. I made it into a necklace...for myself. ANSWER. Commend, Chat 

(4) I prefer to be...neutral. I don’t like battle...but if I must, I shall participate.  ANSWER. Nod, Sip Tea 

(5) My previous master...ordered me to destroy humankind in Elibe for the greater good. Though...now I see how the world he envisioned wasn’t fair.  ANSWER. Nod, Chat 

(6) I don’t see the problem in consuming raw flesh. Humans...should be able to do too, right?  ANSWER. Disagree, Admonish 

(7) In Arcadia, I met a girl named Fae. She taught me...what trees and fruits are. Do you know what they are? ANSWER. Nod, Sip Tea, Chat

MISCELLANEOUS DIALOGUE.

GIFT GUIDE

FAVORITE GIFTS. Ancient Coin, Owl Feather, Violet, Carnation, Smoked Meat, Sunflower, Lavender, Rose, Gemstone Beads

GIFT QUOTES

DISLIKED GIFT.  ✧

"It has its use..."

LIKED GIFT.  ✧

"A gift...thank you."

FAVORITE GIFT.  ✧

"This is...wonderful. I shall cherish it for millennia to come."

LOST ITEMS

HANDMADE BRACELET. A small bracelet made with thin rope and all sorts of colorful beads. It probably belongs to someone who likes to craft jewelry. Location Found: Greenhouse

CLAWED OUT PLATE. A piece of hard stone with claw marks all over. It probably belongs to someone who might need to sand down their claws. Location found: First Floor

DAMAGED TOME. A tome with writings from a foreign land with a damaged spine and a scratched cover. It probably belongs to someone with sharp nails and that isn’t used to handling books. Location found: Blue Lions Classroom

LOST ITEM QUOTES

OWNER.  ✧

"Ah...perhaps I slept for too long. I was too careless. Thank you."

NOT OWNER.  ✧

"This scent is unfamiliar to me."

BATTLE QUOTES

MOCK BATTLE RETREAT. ✧

“This has become...too much.” ( *Byleth specific  ) "You do not need to make any comments. I am unworthy."

FIRST KILL. ✧

"You are in my way."

MONASTERY QUOTES

CHOIR PRACTICE.  ✧

(1) "Is this...a good idea? I have never sung before."

(2) "My voice is perhaps...too rough for this."

COOKING.  ✧

(1) "I am more used to eating meals raw."

(2) "Meat is important for the body. Leafy things are...hard to digest."

(3) "This is for everyone...I must be careful then. Humans have fragile bodies."

TUTORING

INSTRUCT

BAD.  ✧

"...is that so..."

Critique: This is still far too new for me to grasp. 

Console: I will...try harder. Trust my word.

GREAT.  ✧

"This knowledge is valuable for me.”

“Intriguing.”

PERFECT.  ✧

"This is but the first step towards...understanding this world.”

PRAISE. "I suppose...part of me has changed for the better."

TASKS

STABLE DUTY. ✧

“It feels odd to handle these animals like that...they seem...so big like this.”

WEEDING.  ✧

"Herbivores see this as sustenance. However...I failed to understand how even...plants...harbor rivalries."

SKY WATCH.  ✧

“Do I really need to use a mount like this...? I can glide well by myself...”

CERTIFICATION EXAMS

FAILED.  ✧

"I stumbled...I am not awake enough."

PASSED.  ✧

"A victory with meaning."

UPDATE GOALS

REASON.  ✧

“I used to be called the Dark Priestess...indeed, in Elibe...my magic was feared by many. However, the spells of Fódlan are...curious. I wish to learn more about it...and understand why it feels so different.”

FLYING.  ✧

“Although I have wings, my dragon kind...is not quite meant for flying in high altitudes...I can merely glide. In the land I came from it was fine...I was immobile most of the time, but now...I suppose I must find other means to reach the skies.”

AUTHORITY.  ✧

“His Highness Zephiel...in his deathbed, he ordered me to lead this world into a world of peace and freedom...but the freedom he envisioned was...stained. I haven’t forgotten. I...I still wish to lead this world...but towards one of mutual understanding. I have a long path before me still.”

LEVEL UP

0 TO 2 STATS UP .  ✧

“My body feels heavy...”

3 TO 4 STATS UP .  ✧

“My metabolism...”

5 STATS UP .  ✧

“The warmth in the air...it gives me energy.”

6 STATS UP .  ✧

“I feel as if...I have been reborn.”

UPON REACHING LEVEL 99 .  ✧

“Your Highness...your dreams of freedom...they still live in me.”

BUDDING TALENT

“My body will push past its limits.”

NEW SKILL

“ So this is what it’s like...to learn something new. ”

RECLASSING .  ✧

(1) “A curious new approach.” (2) “I do not understand the connection...but I shall seek success.” (3) “I have always hoped for a new point of view.”

BATTLE QUOTES

WHEN SELECTED

FULL/HIGH HP .  ✧

“Yes. I am listening.”

MEDIUM HP .  ✧

“My body is still strong.”

LOW HP .  ✧

“My consciousness is...”

ENEMY DEALS 1 OR NO DAMAGE OR MISSES .  ✧

“I see through you.”

CRTIICAL ATTACK .  ✧

“Don’t resist.” 

“I shall lead this path.” 

“Stay out of my way.” 

“You’ll understand.” 

“My path was of destruction.”

GAMBIT .  ✧

“My dragons will have no mercy.”

GAMBIT BOOST .  ✧

“ I am...no longer alone in my path. ”

DEFEATED ENEMY .  ✧

“...” 

“You cannot spare...everyone.” 

“Don’t walk into the fire.”

ALLY DEFEATS ENEMY .  ✧

“You did good.” 

“Thank you...for your hand.” 

“I trust you...with my back.”

ALLY HEALS/RALLIES .  ✧

“...I was wounded?” 

“For this world...together.” 

“Do not strain yourself...” 

“I was careless...” 

“Let us march together.” 

“I am wide awake.” 

“My army is with you.”

DEFEAT QUOTE

CASUAL .  ✧

“Again...I must return to my slumber...”

CLASSIC .  ✧

"I...I am...alone..." 

“...Your Highness...I...am sorry...“

THE ADVICE BOX

"I dislike wearing shoes or boots, because they give me calluses and injure my feet as I am not a pureblood human, but others still ask me to wear shoes regardless. I don’t know what to do."

>Explain them your situation, maybe they’ll understand. 

>It’s your personal preference, others shouldn’t get to tell you what to do. (Correct answer) 

>Maybe wear shoes only during social gatherings.

[idoun]

29. A memory they can’t let themselves forget

memories | no longer accepting

The sand was warm under her bare feet, robes protecting her skin from the scalding sunlight as she walked through desert. Occasionally, a warm breeze would gently brush against her face. The distant sound of chattering- though this time, it wasn’t ominous nor muffled. For the first time, that distant chattering didn’t feel detached from her reality.

She was following someone. A young divine dragon girl skipping through the sand, walking not too far in front of her. The little one’s hair was blazing pink, and her eyes were wide and green. A true, pureblood divine dragon like she once was.

The little girl held Idunn’s hand and guided her to a tall leafy pole nearby, though Idunn didn’t immediately register it. It was the warmth- the softness of the hand holding on to hers that stuck her the most at first. Then, of course, the tall pole. 

Apparently it was named a “tree”.

After a brief explanation, the young dragon shook the “tree”, and something fell from it right on her head, making an audible ‘bonk’. The girl let out a whine in pain, though it was clear that it wasn’t any serious injury. Idunn didn’t smell distress or blood.

Her lungs reacted weirdly, however. In small contractions, air was pushed through her nose- and then through her mouth, making a noise. A short, quiet sound, nothing like a roar or groan, and it pulled at the corners of her lips. Idunn didn’t feel any pain or discomfort to earn that reaction, other than the sight of the girl getting struck by the thing that fell from that “tree”- which she later learned was named “fruit”.

The girl seemed delighted at the noise Idunn was making, however. 

“You’re laughing! Idunn is laughing!”