|| Sezyryn ||

|| Air Dragon || Male || Mentions: Humans and dragons

Indirectly mentions Orva

Through the white clouded skies a large shadow circled over head. There and gone in the blink of an eye.

A strange, unexplainable force had drawn the beast to the clearing, the same clearing he had heard stories of along his travels. A place of old where humans and dragons bonded. Connected for life. A low rumble grew in Sezyryns’s throat. Despite all his protests and fighting he still wound up here, the tugging he felt with the very core of his being, was stronger than his will. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, his rider was down there. A small easily squishable human, in the herd that gathered.

Hidden in the clouds the air dragon watched as others arrived, each displaying their own grand entrance. It had been a long time since he was so close to that many dragons. His nomadic lifestyle of going where ever the wind took him, meant he didn’t stay in one place for very long.

Sezyryn’s flying had slowed to a mere glide as he circled the valley. At war with his mind and the bond he tried to reason with the feeling, tried to convince it that this was wrong, and he shouldn’t be bound. But it was no use, his thoughts of protest only seemed to make the feeling grow stronger as his thoughts drifted to his human down below.

From down below as he watched, a bright light instantly caught his attention. Focusing on the source of the light down below, he became entranced. A light dragon exited through the dense wood, emitting a warm and inviting glow. When the light had died, Sezyryn shook his head. Slightly upset that the show was over. A strong breeze rustled his feathers, bringing up the sent of earth and human. Taking the in the scent, he groaned, accepting his fate. There was no denying it any longer.

Opening his maw Sezyryn took in a large breath, what came out was a roar that shook the skies. It was a sound of frustration, and defeat.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he gathered himself. From his mouth a white cloud that seemed to glitter in the light, widened, it clung to the surrounding clouds. Instantly freezing the vapor with in them. From the skies frozen droplets of water fell down to the earth like diamonds. And so too did the air dragon.

Wind rushed passed as he fell, his wings tightly tucked ot his sides, only increasing his speed. Sezyryn watched as the ground below drew closer and closer. Only at the last second before he hit the earth did his wings snap open, slowing his descent enough to where he could land without injuring himself. His feet hit the ground then instantly bent, cushioning his impact. His claws sunk into the soft earth.

Eyes of ice stared down the humans before him.

Mircea Cryolar

Male | Dragon Rider | Mentions: Tyrus, Alexa, Julien, Dragons

"Stop whining like a little bitch." came the firm reply from Mircea. He scrunched up his face as Tyrus tried to make him release him from the headlock he had him in.

He scoffed amused as Tyrus whined about changing his mind. Oh hell no. If Troy had basically dragged him here against his will, then Tyrus could damn well get over his fear. The male had loosened his grip a bit, but he had tightened it again then began arguing with Tyrus.

"Oh you dipshit. If I got dragged here, then you can damn well get over your fear of dragons." he hissed, as he watched Tyrus wildly look around. It was quite odd seeing him like this as the male was usually unafraid of anything, and he then began to tease him, "I hope your dragon drops you off a cliff. It'll be a good way to make them trust you. Or maybe you'll be fortunate enough to have a dragon that doesn't fly."

As Tyrus kept throwing his tantrum he had to refuse the urge to laugh at him. He gave an offended gasp when Tyrus mentioned his height, "Bitch. Just because I'm short doesn't mean I'm weak. I work out, thank you very much." he retorted as he moved with Tyrus, trying to avoid his thrashing movements. "Goddamnit man, calm the fuck down Tyrus before I disown you."

He only called Tyrus by his full name when he was really agitated by his bullshit. And right now he really was. His amber eyes were full of annoyance, and he rolled them as he heard Tyrus whine about his shirt, "Oh? I'm sorry for wrinkling your shirt." he replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "what in the hell do you think you're doing to my clothes?!"

And he crinkled his nose again in annoyance as he took in his clothes. His mother had sewn his clothes with love and the best material. He wore a frilly white blouse. The sleeves were long and the arms had delicate frills at the end that had been meticulously pressed. Now due to his entanglement with Tyrus it had began to wrinkle. Not to mention his pants were killing him. His mother had made them a bit too tight. She said it showed off his figure, and he remebered his horror at her saying that. He wore his father's kneelength boots that had a bit of a heel to them. They dug into the ground as he firmly pressed into it so he could hold Tyrus down.

His hair that had been neatly put up was now flying about with each movement. He let out a loud and annoyed sigh as Tyrus then began trying to appeal to Alexa, and he squeezed a bit tighter, "Don't look at her, look at me. She can't help you. I swear on the Gods I will drag you here unconcious if I have to." and he felt the large hands of the male slapping his arm. He hissed annoyed and in pain a bit, if it was one thing his skin got red easy, "Oi, you're gonna leave a bruise with all that hitting you little fucker. " and then he narrowed his eyes saying, "I would easily win in fistfight between us. Don't get cocky."

The male then began muttering under his breath strings of curses and threats at Tyrus as he continued to struggle holding the male. He then began going backwards a bit as Tyrus even then tried to kick. After holding him down for what seemed to be hours, he finally felt the tap on his shoulder as if asking for mercy or to be released.

He let released his grip from his arm, but then quickly grabbed a fistful of hair saying, " If you even try to run, I will knock your ass out." and he shoved him forward a bit scowling.

Now Mircea wasn't one to show his emotion, but whenever he was with Tyrus it was instant chaos. He found himself being loud, yelling and even fighting. He kind of enjoyed it, but he also enjoyed the confusion their relationship brought. Now, that he was done dealing with Tyrus he put on his usual calm expression with an impassiveness in his eyes. He didn't want anyone to think he was here to make friends, he already had more than he could hope for. His expression remained neutral as a large fire dragon made a large display of fear.

Oh god, what a terrifying creature he thought sarcastically. Maybe it was because of his adventures with his Aunt that he was used to seeing aggressive dragons. His attention was held when Julien began talking, and saw the other dragons entering. He moved up quickly catching up with Julien.

His eyes immedietly widened at the sight of a entrancing glow, and he felt his arms shaking and then found himself bouncing in excitement. He then began violently shaking Julien, "It's a Light Dragon, oh my god. My Aunt always told me about them, she'd be freaking out if she saw that creature." and he noticed the pretty display of the Water Dragon with her, "OH MY. What a beautiful dragon! I'm not suprised the light dragon has a companion. They're a very social creatures. And the scales on that water dragon are extremly gorgeous! What dragon do you think you'll have. I think for you, a dragon that's protective and loyal would be best for you, possibly a Water or Fire Dragon." he found himself rambling on, and his eyes lighting up with excitement.

He found this male easy to talk to. And one who he could share his darkest secrets with. He then tucked a loose strand behind his ear, and gave a big smile towards Julien saying, "I'm sorry if I'm rambling too much." and he found himself with his arms interlocked with Julien. Oh dear-

Then a magnificent sight caught his eyes. Something akin to a sparkling meteor. His eyes widened at the sight, it was breathtaking. It reminded him seeing frosty comets at night, and it seemed this dragon had a flair for showmanship. The dragon was beautiful and held a confident and almost commanding pose. He definetly was intrigued by the air dragon that had fell from the sky.

Brontes

Male || Water Class Dragon || M: Persephone

[ind.] New Riders, Other dragons

Brontes was glad to keep his distance from the hoards of people down below in the valley. That many noobs in the same area was just too much, he didn’t envy the dragons looking to find their person. Of course it was fun to put on a show and make some kids scream in terror, but then actually finding the rider you bonded with would be difficult. Fortunately for him Freshwater Perse and scared walked right up to him.

He had been putting on the scariest display, rising from the lake in a cloud of mist and then blasting random trees with his boiling water breath. He hadn’t noticed her until Persephone walked up to him, arms crossed and seeming to be unimpressed. It had left him speechless, but when she spoke the tug in his chest had told her that this was his human. She ended up commenting on how he “wasn’t scary” and then he ended up blasting the tree right next to her. She didn’t react at all and just stood there staring at him, clearly unimpressed. But boy did he make their first ride eventful.

Persephone seemed to be thinking of that day now when she spoke to him through their mindlink. Wondering if she looked as dumb as some of the students now. Of course she did, and the story was quite hilarious in his humble opinion. Brontes ended up dumping her in the lake to put some fear into her, and douse that sassy attitude. Right as he was gliding off a step ledge too.

No sassy. He replied, You didn’t look dumb, just unimpressed until I dumped you into the lake. Then you definitely were, screaming and flailing about before you hit the water. You not only looked dumb, but also pretty clueless, it seemed as if you didn’t know how to swim! Your instructors had their work cut out for them, taking you on. Me being the natural I am helped, but you’ve made some progress since then.

While Brontes may have exaggerated some parts of the story, most of it had been accurate, he just liked to make fun of Persephone sometimes. It helped that he was a natural at it, she also made it easy. He then gazed up at his Rider, sitting in the tree above him. Brontes had rested his head on the ground, wings tucked at his sides when his rider nearly gave him a heart attack. Nearly falling out of trees now? He mocked, jerking his head up and giving a teasing glance to his rider as she sat down beside him.

For starters, aren’t all new recruits brats? I mean, even when we were recruits, there was this one Rider’s head I wanted to constantly chomp off. He was so goddamn annoying. We were way too mature for those squirts. But I guess there’s a slight chance the recruits would be half decent. Brontes had to laugh at the thought, these new recruits were lucky to have such a good Squad leader and dragon to help them.

“Of course it will be,” he spoke, finally out loud, “Though some may just be as unimpressed as Freshwater Perse with their first encounter. If they are, those young ones are in for a spicey first ride,” Brontes added, putting an emphasis on the nickname.

Persephone De Clare

Female | Squad Leader | Mentions: Brontes, Dragon Riders

Persephone heard Brontes response through the link and gave a mock offended gasp. Me? Sarcastic, never. Me? Dramatic, never. And she was shaking her head in amusement at herself. Then she listened to him recall their first meeting and she had to give a large smile. He was trying his best to look scary, but she saw right through his attempt. She remembers some boys running away screaming about a demon water dragon, and so she found the so-called demon and found he wasn't even that scary. However he made her pay for her words later on during the First Ride.

I did not look dumb ! she shouted through the link protesting her cheeks puffing up. I know how to swim. If anything you looked dumb trying to impress that female Water Dragon, what was her name Ticala? Oh, you were crazy about her, I had to listen to you swoon and gush about her every five minutes. Oh! And then she rejected you, and you were depressed for a whole two months. She clutched her hands to her chest and dramaticaly fainted, before opening an eye and looking at Brontes to catch his reaction.

Snickering she found herself schooing over to comfortabley position herself against Brontes and she looked at him for a second, a smile creeping on her face. Are you okay? Did I need to get you some more water, don't need you to be dried out. And she took care to scan his scales to make sure none were dehydrated.

It was the tree's fault not mine. She said frowning as she stuck her tongue out at Brontes. And then she raised a brow at his mention of the new recruits. Amen to that. I remember how bitchy some of my classmates were when I was chosen as Squad Leader. Like at first you were happy for me and then you want to be a fake bitch. Like go be fake somewhere else.

She paused when he mentioned the rider that annoyed him. Oh yea, wasn't his name like Augustus Ramsbottom or something? He was that scrawny kid with a rat face. He still gives me nightmares. And she shuddered a bit at the thought. I wonder what ever happened to him.

She then turned to him as he spoke out loud, "True, I feel like the ones who are unimpressed turn out to be the best riders, but those impressed can be good ones as well." and she groaned at his nickname for her and playfully hit his side and said, "Spicy rides are the best. Just the thrill of the sky or ocean is enough for me. Especially riding in a thunderstorm on the sea." and then she leaned back a bit, "Are you hungry?" she asked her dragon.