Eirian Beaudelaire

Outpost Rider | Male | 33 Years Old | Mentions : Sylphiel, Talvi & Koa

The young male took in the silence of the kitchen as he closed his eyes . It was rather quiet and uneventful in the morning ; that was until someone got up and made a meal for the day or were ready to make a patrol. Usually the patrols would be ushered out in order, but there was a rather lack of activity at the Outpost, the past couple weeks - so things were rather relaxed, there few disputes and even then they were far and between, but of course they still happened. And they still busied themselves with maintenance to their humble home and training of course and care for their comrades. He took a deep breath, relaxing his body into the seat slightly, willing himself to attempt to sleep for a little bit . But the notion was disrupted by the quiet steps of of three girls ; judging by the lack of energy and wakefulness it was Sylphiel. And he peeked an eye open to see if his suspicions were correct - he gave a soft chuckle at her comment about her sister. A soft smile creeping on his own features, " Indeed she did, usually I wouldn't be rather upset about it ; but I had a long night and feel I won't be my best if I don't get any sleep soon," he said - a yawn interrupting his words as he stretched his body lazily, " I might take a moment to rest while your sisters go out on patrol , and I haven't seen Koa - so I'll go look for him, need to make sure everyone is doing alright . " he said leaning forward on the table, hair resting on his shoulders slightly and hands relaxed on his face in a pensive manner.

Afterwards he stood up and began pacing, " We also will need to discuss a supply list and when and who will go on the next supply run for the Outpost, " he murmured more or less to himself . And he gave a soft hum before looking at Sylphiel saying, " I guess since we're both up, we can do a maintenance check on the Outpost and see if anything needs to be done repair wise. So as we are doing something productive whilst they're on patrol at least. " he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He then realized what he was wearing and sighed, saying - " And, I'll put on some more appropriate clothing fitting of work . Please enjoy the meal provided, I hope it can give you some substance. And could you save me a bit of tea, I have a feeling I'll need it later on. " the male said with a teasing chuckle before making his way out the kitchen, and to his room .

Entering his room ; he closed the door behind him and began to get himself ready for the day. He traded his nightwear for a white long-sleeved poet's blouse that slightly exposed his chest, a couple beauty marks slightly exposed. And afterwards a pair of black riding pants, with shiny black leather boots to match the whole look. He sat down and took time to polish his boots and lace them neatly, before straightening out his shirt and then a black jacket in case it was a bit cool for outside. He then proceeded to grab his scabbard and tie it around his waist, and then placed his sword within it. He then grabbed a ribbon and tied his hair into a ponytail, and then proceeded to braid the hair down and then wrap it around in a bun - afterwards he used a few pins to keep it in place. He couldn't have his hair getting in the way in a fight. And after making sure his hair was secure - he took a good look at himself and then proceeded to exit his room. He wondered if his other half was up, she probably wasn't at this ungodly hour and he wouldn't dare to bother her either, she needed her beauty rest to stay sharp and she had already been working hard.

As he made his way to the exit, he stopped by the kitchen where Sylphiel most likely still ways and said, " I'm going to do an outside perimeter check, and possibly get some firewood just in case. " he informed her, " Let me know if you see Koa, and if I find him - I'll let you know about it. " he said, and he walked off for a second . He opened a door, leading into the supply room where he got an oil lamp. It was still pretty dark out, the sun hadn't even risen yet. And so he lit the lamp before making his way outside . His steps were light against the floors, he had mastered masking his steps - a little trick he found rather handy to have up his sleeve.

He soon found himself walking outside, the beach was always peaceful in the morning. And it was always lovely to watch the sunrise on the back of a dragon or lounging on the beach. But he needed to do a perimeter check ; and he began doing so. Everything seemed to be in check for the most part, there were not rotting wood or any super back cracks to fix. That's when the chill winds of the morning ocean air greeted him, and he gave a slight shiver at the feeling - the salty smell of the water catching his nose. Causing a small smile to creep on to his features, and he looked out at the distance. He squinted his eyes, he could make out a large form but not who they were - one was obviously a dragon from the large stature , but he couldn't see which one it was. " What in the bloody hell " he murmured to himself as he got closer.

He realized it was Talvi S'naedis , Koa's darling Ice Dragon. And he found himself jogging over towards them. " Koa ? " he said unsure, but was relieved to see the young male there with his dragon. But frowned at the state of him. He squatted down, and looked at the young male, he wasn't looking so good. "You look rough buddy," was what Eirian said, concern lacing his voice as he stuck his free hand out to check for fever, and the male did seem a bit warmer than normal, " not exactly fever, but still warm. " he murmured lowly. He gave a pensive hum , " can you tell me what's bothering you, was it the fish you ate last night ? I told you not to eat that, I was going to throw it out. " he said, his voice very much sounding like a mother scolding her child for their behavior. " I'd prefer you to be inside , where it's nice and warm - and you won't pass out on cold sand without anyone knowing. " Eirian said with a huff as he looked at Koa with a raised brow .

" I am sorry Ms Talvi S'naedis . I just got worried for him. " he said , hoping he didn't offend the dragon by interrupting the two's moment , " I'll take good care of him for you " he said trying to reassure her of his good intentions, And then he turned to Koa, his brows furrowed and sighed before saying , " and you sir are to get some proper food when you can and some mandatory rest for the day. Can't have you dragging on your feet . " he said a bit sternly, but with warmth and care. And stood up to his height and then extended a hand to help the male get up.

Guāng Huánghòu || Female || 167 || Apprentice Light Dragon || Rider: Adrian || M: Dir – Ardian; Ind – Xuejiao Tsasanşuurga, Laika Herriman, & Fleeing Apprentices

The siamese dragon’s paws pound against the open air as she flies over the courtyard’s premises, her movements graceful and sleek yet not rushed despite the harrowing situation at hand. God rays pool from each and every “step,” illuminating her path across the smoke filled sky. A dead giveaway to any below that happened to look up. Blue eyes survey the ruined ground below, looking for any signs of life or movement – a nigh impossible task due to the large density of smog. Small patches of open grounds did appear between these glowing marks of gray ever so often, allowing to see the desperate scramble of dragons and riders alike to get away from what was once the Academy’s grounds as well as those that met a grim fate. Still, no sign of her rider resided within any of these areas, but it does not dissuade her search. The little “check in” she had with the bond had hinted that he would be around this area, all she needed to do is keep looking.

Circling around the courtyard once more, Guāng passes by the congregation of her fleeing “classmates,” all desperately trying to vacate the scene behind them. Various expressions marked their faces, none pleasant. However, she makes no move to join them. As much disdain as she held for her rider, she wasn’t about to leave without him.

No such luck comes from her second go-around, with less and less individuals being present across the rumbled “field” or alive. Growing irritated with lack of visible results, the feline-colored dragoness shifts to focus once more on that wretched bond of hers – honing in on its ever-present flow in an attempt to pinpoint the location of the curly haired boy. It takes a good few minutes for her to get a good hold on the thing, as though she were wrangling some sort of squirmy prey (not that she’d get her paws dirty like that, but still), and even longer to finally get a tiny hint at where he was now located. The tree-line opposite her present direction.

With a sneer she curses him under her breath, enraged by the very prospect that he went to any area without light while being the rider of a light dragon. One that required its presence to fly no less. In her mind, it was outrageous that he would do such a thing. An incompetent thing. Who in their right mind-

She has no time to finish the thought, the approaching of blazing flames catching her gaze from the corner of her eye. A burning boulder rushed towards her, its fire casting more and more of its orange hue the closer it grew. With a roar of alarm, she just barely manages to dive down enough to avoid getting struck in the side. But that did not stop the flames from singeing some of the cream fur along her back, turning it into a hideous scorched black.

The female’s eyes narrow as they take in the sight of that small patch of fur, a threatening roar emanating from her jaws and cutting across the area. They’re going to pay for ruining my fur, those pieces of sh-

Another forcefully sent message from Adrian halts her outraged spiral, putting a pin in her motion to charge those that dared taint her astonishing image. An update on his location (though the image he attempted to send her way did not filter into her mind). A growl emanates from her at his words but she does not send it through the bond. Reluctantly, she pushes aside her desire to try and wreak havoc on the attackers and turns towards his direction. It would have been nothing but futile anyway but oh would she have enjoyed her last moments.

Diving down to the forest’s edge she cuts off her flight, landing effortlessly on the ground with little hindrance. Before her was a wide-ish trail leading into the woods, the perfect path to take. A seamless transition it was from flying to running, her motions barely even having a stutter between shifting from one to the next. She followed the boy’s scent the rest of the way to his location – not bother to poke the bond any further than she had. It was “tarnished” slightly by the lingering whiff of smoke but still recognizable.

Huánghòu’s steps slow as she comes across an open clearing. Her smaller form pushes through the brush surrounding it, pulling the rest of her elongated body with it. The annoyance of a rider in question was leaning up against a rock within the clear – his eyes shut and chest expanding and falling with each breath. If not for his recent message, she would have thought him asleep.

A soft snarl rolls off her tongue not a moment later, her right lip lifting to show off her longer-than-usual top fang. Her growl dies down the second his eyes meet hers’ though her displeased expression remains. Taking a few more steps forth she places herself fully in front of him – her shoulders being directly in front of his form.

Laban Thayer || Male || 18 || Apprentice Rider || Dragon: Esen || M: Esen, Desmodus (Ind), Fleeing Group (Ind)

Laban braces himself against the dragoness’ back she takes in a deep breath, his form leaning closer to hers in anticipation for her next more – an attempt to not hinder any of her movements or cause any sort of drag. His arms encircle her neck ever so slightly more, ensuring that his grip was secure – even if he felt deep down that she wouldn’t prepare to fly if it weren’t. Timed seems to slow down as he waited for the leap to come, as though it too were anticipating her movement. Her movements came slow to his eyes as well, her muscles moving against his grasp as she prepared herself for this moment.

With a harsh burst of air they’re off, so fast that he could barely register the shift if not for the sudden change to the wind around him. Esen’s body weaved through the currents in a serpentine fashion, propelling them further in the sky. A pattern he had grown slightly used to by now over their few flights together. The boy’s grip tightens in response to the mighty launch but remains soft enough to prevent any sort of choking. His vivid green eyes screw themselves closed at the initial burst of air and his head presses against the top of the dragon’s neck – right between it and her shoulders – in an attempt to prevent damage to his eyes from the battering winds coming pressing down upon them.

Air bent and twisted around the two in an attempt to keep him seated, a sort of extra cushioning for his body. However, it did not prevent the lashing winds around them from striking his wounded side – its pain flaring up to an uncomfortable degree as though his breath had been stolen by the passing currents. His teeth grit at its flare, eyelids crunching downwards eve further as his arms draw in closer to the air dragon’s form. An impossible to hear hiss comes from between his closed jaw in tandem with this. It wasn’t until Esen had leveled out her flight path did the pain release its violent grip on his lungs.

Smokey air filtered in through his nostrils as he finally found himself able to breath without hindrance once more, an annoyance to his already irritated lungs but not a major one. Their distance from the fall “fortress” provided some relief – lessening the ashen quality of the oxygen around – but it was not void of the substance. His eyes blink open a few seconds after the decrease of pounding gales, looking around the desolate sky. What would have once been a beautiful array of twinkling lights was now a void of darkness, the flames below eating away at the star’s birthright. A somber scene it was, flying away from what was once considered a safe haven for those that resided within its walls, leaving behind the desperate and forgotten. The living and deceased… The boy prayed that those left would find comfort from the things witnessed today and loved ones lost.

Words from the bluebell female broke the white haired boy from his thoughts, his eyes meeting her own purple orbs as she looked back at him. An apology for not thinking of the fragility of his kind and agitating his wound during the start of the flight, something he assumed she took note of through the bond if his actions were not enough of a giveaway themselves. With a slightly strained and small smile, he moves one of his arms to pat her side twice. A sign that she was forgiven, not that he held any grievances anyway. He’d much rather have an angry wound than be amongst those declared deceased.

A huff sounds from the sky-blue dragon right afterwards, a noise that stirred a slight bout of confusion in the young Thayer lad. His head tilts to the side just a smidge as he goes to question her, only to pause and watch the wondrous performance before him. A spiraling sphere of air accumulated around them, pushing away the smog lingered around their forms. Breathing became a much more comfortable chore afterwards, the air quality now significantly improved thanks to his companion. A smile across his face. ‘Thank you, Esen,’ he says across the bond.

Taking a few seconds to gather this fresh air for himself, the inexperienced rider tries his best to reposition himself on the sky dragon’s back without igniting the burning ache along his side – moving from his lying position into a sitting one, with his legs on either side of the dragoness. His eyes look towards Esen for a short period of time to determine if she was alright with the change before shifting his focus to the airspace ahead. It was almost impossible to see anything past the distant-growing flames, but every so often managed to make out a figure of a dragon or two crossing over the stars. Quite possibly more, given the various locations he could see them in. Survivors. Thank God, is all that can run through his mind as his body relaxes to a miniscule degree.

He doesn’t pick up on his blue painted companion slowing amidst his thoughts which here promptly cut off with a single but short “say.” Laban’s vivid green eyes look back towards his dragon, attention solely on her as she speaks. It was a request, a simple one: keep an eye out for a “huge bat.” Easy enough, so long as this so-called “bat” flew close enough. Though, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by this particular topic but doesn’t ask any questions of his own.