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Daenys Sgiathatch · 05-21-2010, 04:51 AM

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More than anything, the woman was tired. The world of sinners was larger than she had believed it to be despite the tales of the damned. She had been foolish and ignorant, but now she could see much more clearly, unfortunately. Paws with yellow dyed pads long accustomed to the princess’ travels continued to move her royal form forwards in her usual pace. Her lowly servant scurried after her on good distance, carrying packs with the few items that the young priestess had been unable to leave behind one year ago when she first had set out on this gruesome journey.

There were canines here in these lands, but the royal dragon’s expectations had fallen deep during the long months she had journeyed the earth in pursuit of the new blood. Perhaps a future blood brother and king was waiting for her back home by now, but the ivory’s dreams could not be ignored. The unknown dragon was waiting for her somewhere in this world and she needed to find it. The fiery coated woman decided to continue head down south, allowing Tianlong to guide her path. It was for the great gods she wandered through the valley of death, and she would never falter.

Eris Eternity · 05-26-2010, 09:42 AM

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It was almost to the half-moon now. The sable-shaded woman had watched this change more closely than she had ever before in her life, her chartreuse eyes turning to the sky each night to watch that silver slit widen ever-so-slightly. There was purpose in it; she needed the half-moon to come, and she would return to the place that carried that slight scent of death by now, and she would find Larkspur there. The sable-furred woman contemplated what to bring with her for this night, and she had already decided on some things, of course. Peyotl and teonanacatl were givens, of course—but what else? The sable-shaded woman had traveled to the mountain today, wandering beyond Inferni's borders as she was apt to do. She was curious to see the other side, and so she headed up toward the mountain's summit.

A flash of cinnamon and fire in the distance caught the chartreuse gaze of the woman, and she squinted her eyes, peering into the forest. It had looked almost as if fire danced between the trees, silver and gold and yellow reflected off of some moving thing. Intrigued, Eris moved forward, finding that same splash of color in the otherwise dulled world. She was drawn to it, and though the hybrid woman moved slowly, there was purpose to her step, trailing after that strange flame with curiosity plastered on her features. She did not know what it was, of course, but the scent of a pair of canines caught her nose and the sable coyote realized it must have been one of their coats. Such a thing was even more fascinating, and now there was almost hurried quality to her gait. After some time she came across the canine, her fur a brilliant mix of fiery colors, her eyes astoundingly exotic. The sable-furred woman remained motionless for a moment, tilting her head to the side. There was something about this canine that had drawn her here and now it rendered her breathless, perhaps some recognition of sisterhood in the other hybrid.“Your fur,” the sable-shaded woman said softly, her chartreuse eyes shining a mix of admiration and jealously. She did not know which word to say; she could have said all of them, and all put together they would have been inadequate to describe the beauty of the other canine's coat.

Daenys Sgiathatch · 05-29-2010, 05:58 AM

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Darkness flooded and wiped out the sprouting colours that belonged to this world’s spring. This was a poor world, and she could not understand the supposed beauty of wilderness. In Doragon no Toshi the sakuras would be weeping pink petals by now. Her room had faced an own little garden, and the blushing spring trees would cover the rich grass floor with beautiful, lush colours. Here there were no gardens, no walls protecting her from the feral beasts. The Princess was no longer scared of the dark, but every evening when the sun retired she turned uneasy. This woman had lived a protected life, and had been met by horror every day since she had started to follow the ivory Ukete’s dream. They were two travellers today, but once they had been several. Tanin had appeared in various forms to steal them away. It usually happened after dark.

Large, pied audits fell against the royal canine’s fiery skull when a canine appeared before her. For a moment she saw Tanin in the other—believed the unknown dragon had come to take her home to Tianlong. Daenys was a fool, a fool for believing for a moment that her almighty’s mate would have taken such an unworthy form. No, this was a child touched by Tanin’s darkness, but no more. Vivid pink glared at the English speaking woman with traces of surprise still, but her mind worked swiftly. It was not unusual for locals to draw to her. Their intentions varied and the dragon’s daughter had learned well from those experiences. There had never been a question about the difficulty of her quest. The stranger canine before her was very rude, but Daenys’ ways were not hers, and so, the Princess reluctantly forgave her for her ignorance.

"私はの未知数のの娘挨拶する," the royal woman spoke softly as she bowed her muzzle to the jet dark woman before her. The servant remained behind with its head lowered and eyes to the dirty forest floor. Daenys paid no attention to it; let all her celestial focus flow to the local canine. ”I am Sgiathatch Daenys, if you please..” the western language was light and gentle spoken. It was the lack of accent in it that so vividly revealed that she belonged to an almost impossible foreign land. The woman was, as many before her, fascinated by the Priestess’ blessed fur, and that revealed more to the foreigner about these lands than she could possibly know. The blood she desired would not be here. ”Yasei no musume, these lands be home to you?” the royal woman asked kindly, noting the spiral symbol that had been cut into the stranger’s shoulder.

Eris Eternity · 05-30-2010, 06:10 AM

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swpokfaopf fail D;

Eris had never seen a coat like this canine's—the sable-furred woman could tell nothing from the flame-brushed canine's exterior. There was nothing she had seen here before—the woman's origins and her blood were a mystery to the chartreuse-eyed woman. Despite that the hybrid saw something here; she was as drawn here as she had been toward the white wolf, though this attraction was entirely different. Of course, it was platonic—there was no sexual feeling in Eris toward any woman in her life. There was a light and soft voice from the fiery canine in a language which Eris did not recognize, let alone understand. The voice held no malice, however, and the Equites did not think she had just heard curses and threats.

She did not know what to say, and so she remained silent, and the other canine continued speaking, introducing herself. “Sgiathatch?” the sable-furred woman responded, mimicking the other woman's pronunciation as best she could. The word tasted foreign on Eris's tongue, though not entirely unpleasant. “Eris Lykoi,” she said, figuring her surname didn't goddamn matter with this woman anyway. There was little chance it was familiar to her; everything about the orange-dusted woman said she was not from anywhere close to here. “I suppose they are now,” the wolfish hybrid said, though this was not spoken in an impatient tone. Maybe she was coming to grips with this place as her new homeland, though dreams of the desert still filled her head at night.

Daenys Sgiathatch · 06-07-2010, 03:03 AM

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Her royal surname was repeated by the child of the night and the vividly hued woman honoured her with a court nod in confirmation, allowing a lazy smile to soften her exotic features. A name was offered in return, and the woman overlooked the foul details and errors that she had noted down. Her ways were not theirs—she could not judge a creature when innocent ignorance was at fault. The Princess had experienced foul incidents during her long—seemingly endless—journey and trusted that the sable woman did not have cruel intentions. Once it would have been unheard of to interact with a creature of such a low status, but she was far from home and could not easily abide to the strict rules that had steered the great dynasty in Beijing. Playing the cards owned only by the pure blood dragons in the Forbidden City would have gotten the Sgiathatch female nowhere—this she had learned from experience.

The woman did not understand the last words spoken by the dark pelted woman, and so she furrowed her golden marked forehead as she repeated the words spoken moments earlier, though with her melodic voice rising slightly at the last word, turning it into a question. ”Suppose they are now, Lykoi-san?”. She was almost positive that this commoner could not help her, but she was on a quest and would not narrow her chances in any way. ”I seek blood of my blood, a child with sacred flames burning inside chest,” the royal canine started off, finding herself longing for her optime form to be able to gesticulate what she meant. Her narrow muzzle dipped and she pressed it against her own, creamy chest, attempting to underline the importance of the life-fire that burned within every living creature’s chest. ”A child blessed by the Dragon,” she finished as her pink eyes returned to the amber eyed creature before her.

Eris Eternity · 06-15-2010, 08:35 AM

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This is like, backwater Alabama-princess meets princess of England. :|

The sable-shaded woman did not yet detect that subtle essence of magic about this canine, perhaps because it was as much a part of her as Eris's murky heritage was a part of her. Daenys was something else, and the fire and flame danced off of her coat, distracting the eye and drawing the sable-shaded woman's attention away from the deeper meanings behind this meeting and those fire-yellow markings. “Yeah. I'm from... here, but I lived somewhere else for a long time,” she said, as if that explained anything. She rolled her shoulder in a shrug, indicating it was unimportant. The sable-shaded hybrid was glad for the change of subject, and she lifted a brow curiously at the woman's statement. Eris did not know of any children born recently around this area—then again, she was almost as new to these lands as Daenys herself, and she was only aware of the goings-on in Inferni, anyway. The woman's next statement, however, caught the sable Equites's attention, and her chartreuse gaze focused in on the other woman curiously. “The dragon?” she said, though this was more rhetorical than anything else. “I saw a dragon, but I don't know if that's the dragon you're looking for,” the sable-hued coyote said, smirking. She hadn't really seen a dragon, of course—she had “seen” a dragon in dreams, or hallucinations, or some twisted combination of both, brought about by the blood of that pallid white wolf and the blue-eyed demon that had come after her.

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