Genevieve Caballero

New Rider | Female | Mentions: Vědmák Ohexis

To say that her dragon was odd, was the least of her worries and possibly her concerns. She just looked at the creature in interest wonder, the young woman couldn't believe that she had actually been chosen. She was going to be a future Dragon Rider ; and she couldn't help but feel her heart swell in pride at this revelation - Take that Mother and Father, she thought triumphantly, your daughter is going to be fearsome Dragon Rider and not some bride for some snotty nosed brat. Her parents had been insistent of her arranged marriage to Lord Dellivung's son - a boy being both naive in behavior and childish in actions, expecting a woman serve him hand and foot - and the boy throwing a tantrum if not getting his way. And his poor father always soothing the cries of his man-child - why, when Genevieve had expressed her disgust at the fact the boy thought himself worthy of her ; it sent said boy into a cacophony of blubbering and sniveling, which was met by disappointment from her parents. For her Father to even think that she would idly sit by as he tried to marry her off to such a spineless and insignificant plebeian parasite was insulting. No, not his stubborn daughter - and one who could match his temper when she was upset. Oh yes, she had made a deal with the devil ; if she wasn't chosen then she'd either have to come home and marry the Young Lord, but it she didn't come home - she would be disowned and thrown to the wolves and a laughing stock for the family. However, her gambling had paid off - she was a chosen, and she had the freedom to live her life as a Dragon Rider and not marry at her parents whim. Yet, they still were going to be estranged from her - because of her not wanting to follow the norm and become some passive housewife. Good riddance to them, she thought within her heart - they hadn't been her parents for a while, she only could pray that they soon realized what they had lost. But it was too late, she would come up with her own name, and she would stand on her own two feet - and she wouldn't go groveling back to them. No, she was determined to face the future with her head high, not because she was Caballero - but because she was plain Genevieve, and failure was not in her nature, nor was shirking back in fear.

That's when she felt a touch to her forehead, and she nearly flinched - but was intrigued to see it was her dragon and she only blinked at him at the gesture. But then she felt something, their Bond. She didn't know why, but it felt wild and chaotic - something like a hurricane force of energy and it sent a both a buzz and chill down her spine. Was this what it felt like to be Bonded for life? To merge together for eternity with such noble and reclusive creatures? It felt so exhilarating, and it was like she could feel this pent up energy being released within her. Was this the weight of formality and absurd expectations falling off her shoulders? No longer having to bear the burden nor consequences of having to be perfect at every.single.thing. because the lining eyes of her parents and high society were on her? To some, this might feel like something binding them to a creature for life and it was shackling them down - but no, to her, it was one thing only ; freedom. She couldn't help but itch to see the lands beyond her home - the cultures, the stories, and the adventures she has before her only made her anticipate the next stage of this event. Riding high in the sky, and seeing everything from a different perspective - both literally and figuratively sounded like nothing but a blessing. And if she was lucky, she could possibly learn more about dragons - who knew where this Bond was going to take her, but she just knew that she would do everything in her power not to screw this up.

She had expected the dragon to try and put the rings on his horn, but she was shocked when instead he decided to eat the damned things. And she had to blink in surprise and widen her eyes in shock at the creature, and she raised a hand - concerned, could dragons truly just eat pure metals like that? "Uh, are you sure it's alright for you to eat," and she gave a soft squeak as he coughed up one of the smaller rings, and then decided to place it on his tooth. That was an odd place to keep a ring, but if it made him happy - she thought as she observed the creature. And then she was encased in darkness as he clasped his massive hands around her and then shook. Afterwards, she felt her head throbbing - was it from dizziness or the telepathic speech, the girl would never know. And she could barely stand straight, and she soon eventually found herself stable again. And she communicated back through the telepathic bond, I am glad you appreciate your gifts, you had me concerned for a moment. She spoke with a uncommonly warmer tone of voice through the link, I can't tell what type of dragon you are by just looking at you. You're definitely not Fire, Ice, Water, Storm, Lunar, Light Or Dark. I would say either Earth or Primal, but no, you seem too regal for such species in my opinion. And she scrunched up her face in concentration as she looked at the male with observant eyes - really trying to figure him out. And that's when it clicked, Are you a Psyche Class Dragon? Also what's your name? I can't just call you dragon. She said through their link in curiosity and also to confirm her own suspicions about the dragon. And then at the thought of her being right, she looked at him with a neutral expression, but if you looked deeper in her eyes one would see an underlying feral nature.

Also, what on your thoughts on commiting a murder? And possible world domination? She said with a slight mischievous glint in her eye - but as quick as that glint was there, it was gone just as quick. She could only hope that her dragon was on the same wavelength as her in regards to her question. Maybe she had lost a smidge of sanity with her soul. But that was perfectly fine with her.

The Light Dragon hummed pleasantly as she watched the dragons and humans mingle, and continued the sound in a different pitch as acknowledgement of her friends words. She watched as a human woman approached the large, seemingly aggressive fire dragon, and Aalis took that, as well as K'issuk's muzzle against her cheek, as her sign to begin walking towards her own rider.

The pale dragoness was careful as she moved through the sea of humans, marvelling at how small all of them were, despite being so intelligent and creating so many fantastic and beautiful things. Her steps grew slow in her attempt to avoid stepping on any of the humans, watching them skitter out from beneath her tall, slim figure. To assure them of her good intentions, a low sound, one intended for comfort, rumbled out of her lungs.

When the pair passed by the closest they would be to the fire dragon, Aalis paused, gently tapping the tip of her tail against the closest body part of K'issuk. She swung her head around, turning kind, ever-changing eyes to her companion. "I assume this is where we must part for the day, my friend," the female said, snaking her head forward to bump her muzzle against K'issuk's. "I saw a little human girl approaching him, I assume you wish to be nearby for that, in case he reacts badly. I hope he does not give you too much trouble, and be sure to call out if he does," Aalis muttered, blinking slowly at her friend in fondness.

Whilst the Light Dragon was not a violent creature by nature, to defend a friend in need, she was always ready to jump in. The fire dragon would do damage to her, his size alone making him a formidable opponent if it came to it, but Aalis would rather be by her friends side. And, of course, the dragoness hoped it wouldn't come to that, but one could never be too careful. Dragons, as with all creatures, could be unpredictable.

With the assumed parting, Aalis continued onward, following the pull of the bond. It led her, slowly but surely, to the edge of the crowd, and towards a group that seemed to be dispersing, various members pulled away by dragons. A young woman was grabbed by a storm dragon and hauled away, a young man pulled backwards off of a boulder by an earth dragon. The lack of screams or sounds of gore assured her that they were bonds, and not dragons looking for snacks, and allowed the female to focus on the remaining two humans.

The unnerving dragon was with the pair, the eyeless sockets peering at nothing while he sniffed the humans, and even licked one of them, while circling his tail around the pair that remained. The dragon, one that Aalis concluded was likely a Dark Dragon, didn't seem aggressive, despite what his aura gave off, or the subtle scent that radiated off of him.

Assuming his blindness due to the lack of eyes and unaware if he could sense anything around him, Aalis made sure to make a soft cooing noise as she approached the group, announcing her presence. The sound was low, one for gentleness, to reassure them of her good intentions as she neared. She settled nearby, close enough to reach out and grab her rider, the woman, if need be, but not close enough to be touching the Dark Dragon.

"I apologize," she said softly, making herself seem as non-threatening as possible by settling in a laying position, her legs folded underneath her, her wings resting on her back, and tail curled loosely around herself, near where the Dark Dragon's tail loosely curled around the two humans, but not quite touching. "I believe my rider is that woman there, would you be so kind as to let her come and touch me? I don't mind you being close, and I hope you don't mind me, but I do need her," Aalis said, leaning her head forward, closer to her rider.

Truly, she didn't mind the darker dragon, as unnerving as everyone seemed to think he was. It caused a pill of sadness to form in her heart at the thought of everyone treating him this way for his entire life. Isolation was something chosen by some, and forced upon others.

He seemed kind enough, only the aura and smell being what made him seem threatening to most. And, as much as originally stepping into his space had caused a jolt of adrenaline to run down her spine, once she had settled, she found only mild discomfort and a slight uptick in her heartbeat to be what occurred. In fact, the dragoness found herself hoping that the two humans were friends, so that she may also form a friendship with the Dark Dragon.

"Hello, dears," Aalis continued, turning her attention to the humans. "You are my rider," she said to the woman, voice kind. "My name is Aalis Soile, and I am a Light Dragon," she added, introducing herself to the group.

Kaia's grin was boyish when he was greeted by Ilithyia's purred greeting, nodding his head to the dragoness, before listening to Nico's words. Although, his lips did tug down for a few moments as he watched Desmodus leave the group, and he tilted his head in brief thought. The man hummed in thought when Nico spoke about Lara, settling down in a crouched position, clearly comfortable as he did so.

"If it was urgent enough, they may have needed her for speed alone," Kaia agreed, rubbing along his jaw with one of his hands, sighing. "You'd think they'd let us know if there was a change in plans, though. Leadership's gotta get their shit together eventually," he said, mumbling the last part under his breath as he rolled his eyes and tilted his head to look back at the valley. When he spotted K'issuk and Aalis moving through the crowd, any part of his irritation was forgotten as he pointed them out.

That was, very quickly, forgotten, though, when he heard a loud roar rip through the valley. He whipped his head up, watching as a gigantic fire dragon coloured the sky in reds, oranges and yellows before landing, and Kaia nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to stand, his mouth agape.

"Holy shit," he breathed, a disbelieving sound coming from him. "Is that- it is," he said, speaking mostly to himself, before turning to Nico, eyes wide. "That's Beollan the Skycleaver, it has to be," he said, gesturing to the fire dragon. "Those vents on his head, the colours are the same, he fits the exact description, just bigger and older. He seems too old to be a descendant, right? Beollan would be centuries old now," Kaia knew he was nerding out a bit, but, well. Could anyone blame him? Actually, Nico probably would.

"This changes so much that we know about the bonds," Kaia continued, speaking primarily to himself now. "We're gonna have to write and tell the academy that Beollan has returned for a new rider, new books are going to have to be written," he said, practically giddy with this new information. Beollan had come back for a new rider, it was unheard of! In fact, most had assumed Beollan was dead, that he didn't return to the academy because he had died from his wounds, or from heartbreak.

And then, of course, Kaia had to watch as a young woman approached Beollan and the huge fire dragon began what could only be described as a territorial display. "Shit," he said out loud, watching in growing horror, having to sit with the knowledge that he wouln't be able to get there to do anything. 'K'issuk,' he tried through the bond, watching as the dragon breathed fire into the air.

And then, slowly, Beollan turned his head down, and lit the woman on fire. "K'issuk!" Kaia called out loud, not knowing if the dragon could hear him, barely looking at where she was before he was moving. 'K'issuk, that big fire dragon is the Beollan, the one from all those books and stories, and he's just lit his new fucking rider on fire,' Kaia said through the bond, adrenaline making him move quickly as he climbed and hiked back down from the cliff. He tried to stave off his panic, shoving it down so it wouldn't cloud his own judgement or push through the bond to K'issuk.

As soon as his feet his flat ground, Kaia took off at a sprint, pushing through the crowd and yelling ahead to make people part the way for him as he ran to the scene. He knew, he knew, he wouldn't reach the woman in time. If K'issuk couldn't save her, then she was dead, but if K'issuk could save her, then Kaia wanted, needed, to be there to get her to safety, and he knew he could trust K'issuk to talk to Beollan.

Cautiously surveying her surroundings, K'issuk trailed behind Aalis, vigilant to ensure no harm came to any humans. At one point, she paused, her attention drawn to a child cradled in his mother's arms who gazed at her with wide-eyed curiosity. K'issuk, with a gentle inclination of her head, directed a delicate puff of smoke towards the child, momentarily pausing to relish the sight of his face lighting up with a smile. Lightly, she touched his chubby cheek with a single finger, lingering for a brief moment before continuing on her way, a grin of her own upon her features.

Following her friend, she halted abruptly once more when her chest was gently tapped, turning her gaze to Aalis. She listened to her words and offered a small nod. "I'm certain everything will be fine. Do not worry about that, you have your rider to find," she whispered, extending her talons to rest them softly on Aalis' shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. "Good luck, and call me if you need anything. You know that I am always happy to help." K'issuk removed her hand and watched her friend depart with a heartwarming smile. However, her focus shifted back to the forest where the fire dragon lay hidden, and where a current woman was approaching.

As she observed, K'issuk's tail swayed with unease, her eyes narrowing as she moved closer. Certain dragons, particularly those reserved or hostile, didn't take kindly to humans approaching them. Thus, she made her move, gracefully slithering toward the fire dragon and the woman, emitting a low warning wail to alert both humans and dragons to make way.

All at once, her nostrils flared, witnessing the fire dragon's sudden aggressive actions. He was in a rage, thrashing his tail with such power that a tree was shattered in two. His body expanded in a territorial display, his wings unfolding and a roar echoing through the air. In response, K'issuk quickened her pace, keeping herself close to the ground as she moved forward. Her once gentle hum of kindness had transformed into something ominous. A screeching wail emanated from her parted maw, ensuring that both humans and dragons stayed clear.

And then, Kaia spoke to her, speaking of Beollan, the one from the books he had told her about. A hiss escaped her, wings pressed tightly against her sides to increase her speed. 'Beollan the Skycleaver?' She spoke to him, attempting to remember the words from the stories. Glancing to the side, she noted the approaching figure of Kaia, to which she released a loud snarl his way.

'Don't get close,' she hissed to him in warning, her gaze locked on Beollan. If that woman was his rider, and if he was preparing to hurt her, there was no knowing what he would do to a random human such as Kaia. Shaking her head, she pressed forward, horror striking as the flames gathered in Beollan's throat, signaling his intent to unleash a fiery assault. K'issuk's response was immediate and unwavering, her own maw opening wide to release a resounding roar that shook her surroundings. She surged forward, her movements guided by a mix of protective instincts and determination. Her jaws displayed a menacing array of jagged teeth, the water within her own throat swirled, preparing to be unleashed.

She reached the duo just as fire erupted from Beollan's mouth.

Gasps and screams filled the air as the action progressed, to which K'issuk instantly parted her jaw further, spewing water at the woman. Water met fire, and just for that brief moment of delay, she sprung into action. As steam rose and blinded her surroundings, she seized the opportunity. Lashing out with her tail, she wrapped it around the woman's body and pulled her toward herself. Pausing for a moment as water continued to pour from her throat, she released a low rumble and deftly rolled the woman in Kaia's direction, her wings unfolding in the process.

'Get her out of here and make sure that she's alright while I have a word with him.' K'issuk instructed, her gaze still fixated on the fire dragon even after the oredeal had passed. Her extended wings acted as a protective blockage between Beollan and Kaia, ensuring their safe retreat. If anything were to happen, it would be herself that would be injured, a risk that she would gladly take if it meant her own rider was safe.

K'issuk's annoyance blazed like the very flames that she had just faced. In that moment, her instincts took over, and her protective instincts as a dragon were in full display. Her entire body was extended to appear bigger, muscles rippling beneath her thick skin. Her lowered head, with fangs fully bared, was a silent threat, a clear message to Beollan that any attempt to harm the two under her watchful gaze would be met with force.

She wasn't sure how much damage a dragon such as herself could do against an older, more powerful and experienced one like him, but K'issuk would try nonetheless if hostility was directed towards Kaia. She would have jumped into the fire herself if it meant that he would be safe.

With a huff, K'issuk sent a snarl Beollan's way, her talons firmly anchored in the ground. Once she was certain that Kaia and the woman were at a safe distance, K'issuk gradually lowered her wings. Resuming a more amiable and less aggressive stance, her tail began to sway, signalling the end to her little display.

From what she recalled, the fire dragon in the stories was a force to be reckoned with, but it changed when he lost his rider. If this were truly him, which K'issuk believed it to be, then he must be in great pain. With that in mind, she lowered her guard and showed no further signs of hostility. She simply gazed at him, studying him for a moment before speaking.

"Are you the one they call Beollan?"