Xyron

Psyche Dragon | Male | New Dragon | Mentions: (indirectly) Nuria, Borealis (directly)

Xyron watched with a mixture of hope and concern as his mate gracefully soared through the skies, her dark form catching the sunlight and casting an elegant silhouette against the clouds. Her beautiful double wings stretched wide, catching the updrafts as she circled above before landing in a secluded area. He hoped she would bond, knowing the pain she had gone through with a previous rider. She deserved a rider who would understand and cherish her, healing the wounds left by her past experiences.

His own emotions were a complex interplay of hope and uncertainty. Despite being an older dragon in the sense of bonding opportunities, he had never felt the undeniable pull that marked a true bond with a rider. He had watched countless pairs form unbreakable connections, their minds and souls intertwining in a way that was beyond words. Yet, for reasons he couldn't quite grasp, he had never taken that step himself. Perhaps he was waiting for something, some elusive quality that would resonate deep within him.

As he observed his mate from his vantage point beyond the clearing, he felt another tug on his heart, a sensation that was both familiar and enigmatic. It was as if fate itself was gently prodding him, urging him to consider the possibilities before him. He released a thoughtful rumble, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated the choices laid out before him. Scanning the hopeful human faces, his eyes landed on two girls with a Dream Dragon before them. The Dream Dragon's ethereal presence was evident even from a distance, her white scales dappled with a deep purple reflecting the light in mesmerizing patterns. Xyron's attention was drawn to them, and an intrigued flicker sparked in his eyes.

There. That one. His red snake eyes snagged on this short brunette girl standing beside the Dream Dragon and another taller girl. The brunette's stance exuded a blend of excitement and nervousness, her eyes shining. He watched as she was startled by another dragon. Empathy flooded in his heart, he couldn’t imagine how scary it must be for a human. It was as if an invisible thread had stretched between them, drawing him toward her with an irresistible pull.

Xyron spread his large wings and launched himself into the sky, his powerful beats propelling him forward with graceful strength. He could feel the exhilaration building within him, the knowledge that this moment was pivotal, a crossroads that could change the course of both his and the young girl's life. As he drew closer, the presence of the girl became even more pronounced. Landing before her, his blood red eyes met her dark green eyes. He folded his wings neatly into his sides. The massive golden dragon studied his human, noticing that there were flecks of gold around her pupil. Fitting, he mused. The girl was much shorter than he anticipated, standing at 5’1. He felt a prick of nervousness as he wondered how she would get onto his back. Standing at 19 feet, he was considered one of the larger dragons, with room to grow still. He pondered over this for a moment, he would figure something out for his small rider. Xyron lowered his head more, so he was now eye-level with the girl. He snorted softly in her face, careful of his horns that protruded out as he neared closer to her face. He extended his mind, reaching out with the intangible threads of his essence, seeking to establish a connection. Xyron felt the bond grow with each moment, sending a simple message down the link. His voice a deep and rumbling sound like thunder rolling in over the lands.

My name is Xyron, and you, little one, are my Rider.

Clarabelle

| Female | New Rider | Mentions: (directly) Navi, (indirectly) Xyron, Borealis

Clara stepped back as she watched the Dream dragon stop before her. Her heart beat wildly with excitement and adornment as she studied this beautiful dragon. Every detail of the Dream dragon's form captivated Clara's attention. The soft, purpleish feathered wings held closely to her lithe body. As her eyes moved over the dragon's scales, she marveled at the delicate patterns of white and purple. The dragon was a living work of art, a symphony of colors and textures that filled Clara with a deep sense of wonder. She wasn’t even phased when another large golden dragon descended upon them, standing beside the Dream dragon and directly in front of Borealis. She sent a quick prayer up to the Gods for both herself and Borealis, hope flooding through her that they were both being chosen.

Clara felt her own breath hitch as she finally made eye contact with the Dream dragon. Stunning, just absolutely stunning. The dragon's eyes swirled with hues of purple and blue like a reflection of the starlit night sky in a tranquil pond. In that moment, it was as if time itself had slowed down, and the world around Clara faded into the background. It was just her and the dragon, locked in a gaze that felt like a conversation without words. As their eyes connected, Clara felt a gentle tug at her heartstrings, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw her closer to the dragon's essence.

Finally, a profound realization settled within Clara's heart. She understood, in the deepest recesses of her being, that this Dream dragon was meant for her. With a mixture of reverence and gratitude, Clara knew that she had found her companion, her partner in a journey that was bound to transcend the boundaries of the ordinary. As the seconds stretched into timeless moments, Clara's excitement and admiration transformed into a sense of profound serenity. She was no longer merely a spectator; she was a rider. With a gentle smile, Clara stepped forward, her heart brimming with anticipation for the adventures that awaited her alongside her newfound Dream dragon companion. She slowly reached her hand out, palm open, towards the dragon. Clara didn’t want to rush the process or make a sudden movement. She didn’t want to risk the chance of scaring the dragon off.

Having watched a few other dragons make their moves, the female continued to wait a bit longer. She snorted softly, amused by the small female terrified by Desmodus. Neryth lifted one taloned paw to lick the scales there, removing some flecks of dirt from her scales. One thing she could not stand was dirty scales. She was not vain in the manner that she wanted attention. But she would not tolerate looking anything but her best at all times. A dragon who shone brighter than gem stones was a stronger dragon, in her opinion. At least, that was what her mother had told her growing up. With another yawn, she lowered her paw. 'I suppose I should go down there,' she thought. With a snort, she spread her enormous wings and launched herself from the ledge. Her claws ripped a few small chunks from the stone ledge, leaving deep gouges in the stone and scattering rock dust behind her as she flew. With a hiss, she circled overhead before twisting into a sharp dive, aiming towards Sedna. The female swooped down, back flapping twice to slow herself before landing on her hind legs. Standing this way, she towered over the human. She was already tall, standing at 19 feet. But standing on her back legs as she was, she was easily over 25 feet. Her ember-like eyes took in the human, studying him intensely. Neryth growled softly, her lip curling slightly, almost as though disgusted, though she didn't feel that way. This close, the tugging of her heart was impossible to ignore. She knew in her marrow this was the right one. But would he be able to handle riding her. Was he good enough to ride her. The ground shook beneath her weight as she dropped onto all fours, sniffing at the human. Her hot breath tousled his hair slightly, smoke still curling from her nose to coil around her horns.
'What is your name.'
Neryth's mental voice was deep and commanding. It wasn't quite aggressive, though there was a slight growl that edged her voice. It commanded respect, even her presence commanded it.

Belvidere || Male || 71 || New Water Dragon || M: Rhyhor (Ind), Kenji (Ind), Hakidonmya (Ind), Beatrice (Ind), Keziah (Ind), Desmodous (Ind), Arya (Ind), Kaisen

The insistent tugging grew worse. Stuffing down a growl, the coral dragon surveys his surroundings one more – no longer receiving the attention he once was. Many more dragons had arrived since his previous look around, with some very interesting designs. A storm dragon all but stomped his way over to a trio of humans, outright grabbing a poor soul from the group while sending another flying. No doubt his rider. Though, he couldn’t help but scowl at such an action.

What brutish behavior.

But, that action – as despicable as it was – was enough of a tip to get a move on. He didn’t want to miss out on meeting his rider, nor be the last of them to do so. Besides, he was lacking the attention he oh so craved, and that rider of his was sure to give it to him.

Rising to his feet, Belv swiftly plucks his moist form of any stray blades of grass – granting the a disgruntled or unimpressed expression before flinging them away. Such foul things deserved no place on his scales. They tainted his beauty.

Satisfied with his work, the glorious beast shook about his horns with a calm but proud expression. His eyes closed as he did so, and his face nearing a frown. Taking a minute to relish in any eyes he had managed to grasp, he pulls himself from the spot he had been previously resting – following the string that tied him to the one he was meant to be with.

Webbed paws gracefully tread through the plantation of the area, being mindful to most place themselves in any sort of nasty spot. His head was held high in a posh manner, horns glinting in the rays of the sun. His tail lightly dragged along the ground behind him, swaying from side to side slowly and casting water onto all the stalks of grass it touched. His wings tucked themselves tightly against his sides, adding to his posh appearance and giving off a sort of cloak-like appeal.

The shallow water dragon passed by the storm dragon from before, who now had the company of a not so happy lunar dragon. She seemed upset with him, likely because of what happened moments ago. Near her was another human, and woman with darker hair. Pretty little thing, she was. That dragon was lucky.

He scoots past the group without a word, being mindful to not step nor touch the final member of the trio as he did. Though, he did cast her an empty glance with his deep blue eye. Another curious little human, but not his rider. So he could care less, as long as she momentarily gave him her eyes.

A loud screech in the direction of his bond catches his attention as he grew ever closer. Rising a brow, the colorful dragon completes his journey over to the spot – his heart now beating rapidly at the proximity he had to his rider. A rather dingy looking dragon was the sound’s source, nothing but grays and blacks painting his furred hide. Belv’s eyes harden at the sight, distaste burning his tongue. The human’s before him, however, lessened the eye sore.

One was a human female, a red head with blaring light green eyes. Her freckled face looked entranced by the dragon before her, mummering her name to him. He had to really hold back on the exchange, especially when she noted that the beastly creature was “beautiful.”

The other… the tugging came again, nudging him on. The love creature’s walking speeds up as he brushes past by the larger bat-like dragon and other human, now directly in front of what he presumed to be a friend or brother of hers. He cared not what hissing or growling he received from the red eyes fiend behind him, much more interested in what his little bond had led him to.

The boy in question had been backing away from the duo, on guard but willing to give them space. Belvidere was quick to stop the movement, unfurling a wing to prevent him from backing any further. Not touching him yet, but still blocking his way. His head leans down to look into the eyes of the being, his large horns cashing shadows onto the human before him.

Could this be…

The pink dragon presses the tip of his snout to the boy’s chest, releasing a soft breath of air as he did so. Immediately, the aching feeling of tentacles faded, replaced by a pleased and content air that he had only ever experienced when gaining a large amount of attention. It was.

His snout remains in that position for a minute or two, his nose horn brushing against his chest every once in a while. Finally, he pulls away, not being able to stand the loss of personal space that he himself caused any longer.

Sitting on his haunches, he lifts a clawed finger – studying this new “rider” of his with a tilted head and narrowed eyes. His sunset color tail curls around him, flicking up and down as his dual color eyes flicker over every aspect of the boy before him. He was certainly an… interesting character. Not who he had expected to be his rider. He was thinking of someone a bit more… stylish? Fancy? Maybe even noble. But it certainly wasn’t the worst he could have received. So, he’d take it.

A smug grin spreads across his face as he looks down at the human before him, “My, what a darling creature you are. Tall. Well structured. Fair skinned. Cute freckles to boot. A decent image of a human, if I do say so myself. And I do say so. Though,” he lifts the paw not holding his chin up to gently grab a lock of hair, “this leaves something to be desired. A pretty color, but a bit chaotic. Comb it back and you may have something there,” his claws release the hair and jabs it into this shirt with the point downwards so as to not cause a cut, “Your clothes also leave something to be desired. Such nasty colors have no place on you, nor on me.”

He draws his paw back, his grin growing, “But, we’ll work on it. Won’t we, my dear?”

Kai let out a startled yelp at the appearance of the new dragon. He had been so focused on his sister he hadn't noticed the dragon's approach. His sharp, dark eyes took in the new dragon, slightly awed by it's coloring and appearance, though he didn't show it save a small glint in his eyes. A tiny smile played across his lips as he realized what was happening. He was being chosen. HIM. Of all people, he was to be a rider. The smile quickly turned to a frown as the dragon slightly nitpicked his appearance. "You may be fancy but you don't have to insult me," he huffed, brushing a lock of hair from his face. Glancing down at his clothes, he mumbled, "And it's not like I've got anything much better to wear. So unless you'd like to go growl at some shop owners to give me some new clothes, you'll have to put up with what I've got to wear."

Kai paused, his gaze flicking over the dragon again. "Is that... coral on your back? Like, actual coral?"

Belvidere || Male || 71 || New Water Dragon || M: Kaisen

The multi-colored dragon couldn’t help but place a webbed paw upon his chest, right where his heart would be. A mock expression of hurt crosses his face, as he stares down at the small being before him – his eyes flashing a similar emotion as the curtains cover them – watching as he brushes a lock of hair away from his face. The lock that he had grabbed before.

“My boy, I would never insult you! I only provide critiques. Nothing more! I like to think of myself as a designer, after all. It’d be a shame of me not to provide you with some tips.”

His face falls at the boys, next statement. Nothing better to wear? Did he not own much? The thought made his heart sink… No he was not feeling sympathy! He was just upset that he had nothing better to wear. That’s all! However, his expression was quick to brighten at his suggestion. His grin reappears, much sharper than the last. It looked sinister, in a way. Maybe even with a mischievousness. The suggestion may have been a joke, but… “That can be arranged.”

At his rider’s sudden change, Belvidere looks down with an incredulous expression. But it instantly shifts to a look of glee at the question. A chance to talk about himself.

Shifting his body, he lays down before the human, angling his head to peer at the mass of coral and spines along his back. His tail moved to curl around him, leaving space for another. His eyes shift to the boy for a second or two, nodding his head forward as a motion for “go take a look.”

The water coated dragon allowed the human to look over his spines and coral for a little while before speaking, “Why yes, darling. That would be living coral. The finest of coral, if I do say so myself. Some of it, however, is me. Spines meant to mimic the structures and colors of those stunning little critters. That of my neck and head, however, are completely me.”

His mismatched eyes watch the boy’s movements carefully. He couldn’t have him nor his spines and coral getting damaged. Not that he believed the young man to be reckless, but anything could happen. His tail tip shifted inwards just a tad, near enough for the human to touch. Suddenly, his eyes widen to the slightest degree as he remembers an oh-so-important detail that he never bothered to mention.

“Ah, where are my manners? My name is Belvidere, darling. But you’re allowed to call me Belv, if you so desire. What may be yours?”

Kai smiled, amusement flashing across his face at the dragon's mischievous grin. He felt better, knowing the dragon wasn't insulting him, but simply providing advice. "That's honestly really cool, that you've got actual coral growing on you," he said very honestly, noticing how much the dragon adored himself. "Let me guess, those spines are like a lion fish." He pointed towards the spines, remembering the lesson when he was younger about the fish, which had stinging spines all over themselves. If they were the same, he'd have to keep that in mind when riding and caring for Belv, so he wouldn't poison himself with a careless movement. "Ah, my name is Kaisen, but you can call me Kai," he made a slight bow, lowering his head with respect. "That's my little sister, Arya." He nodded towards his sister by the furred dragon.