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Name: Aesira 'Fighter' Nickname: Sira Age: 23 Gender: female Role: academy student Apperance: Aesira stands at 5'3 feet tall, with pale skin that is slightly tanned. Her misty gray eyes are cold and distant, scaring off anyone who tries to approach her. She has long eyelashes that curl elegantly, and high cheekbones. Aesira has a rounder face, but it isn't babyish. Her long white hair frames her face in curtains, falling down to her waist. She often deems it a nusiance but refuses to cut it, ultimatley putting it in a long braid. She may be on the shorter side, but Aesira does pack some muscle. Her has strong arms and even stronger legs, which she will always use to her advantage. She doesn't smile much, as she hardly has any reason to anymore, but when she does it lights up the room. Her dimples also appear when she smiles, something she both likes about herself but is also slightly insecure of. She normally dresses in stretchy but secure clothing, or any clothing suitable for sparring and training. She hates restricting clothes and avoids them at all costs. Personality: Aesira likes to keep her emotions and her thoughts to herself and pretty much avoids conversing with people as much as she can. She isn't shy by any means, she is actually the opposite, and when she does talk she is very oppinonated. She knows that this academy is a eat or be-eaten sort of place, so she opts to keep her mouth shut and be ignored. She is one of the few female students at the academy, and is often picked on and teased. She tries to not let it bother her and focus on doing good, but sometimes it gets to her. She doesn't have many friends in the academy, and is often found by herself, but she doesn't mind most of the time. She is often found with her nose in a book between classes. As much as she doesn't show it, Aesira is a very caring person and gets attached to people very easily. She tries to avoid close relationships for this reason and fears of getting to close to someone. Hobbies: Sword fighting Reading Strengths: Speed Swiftness Quick thinking Weaknesses: Size Hard to get close to Mindset Talents: Sword fighting Strategic Likes: Books Warm days Being comfortable Dislikes: being interrupted Not being included Being teased Getting spoken down to Pity Kin: N/A Other: one of my older character sheets so its not the best but i'm to lazy to update it |
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Name: Keirinan "dark" Nickname: Keir Age: 273 (young adult) Gender: Male Appearance: Keirinan is a water dragon. He thrives in large bodies of water, whether it is salt or fresh. He likes large bodies of water because this dragon is massive. He stands at a towering 38 feet in height. Keir's body could be compared to that of a snake. A really huge snake with wings. His head is the shape of a snake's, with a shorter snout and more of a square - shaped head. He also possesses a long neck and body. His scales are primarily blue, blending into water perfectly. Running down his the entire length of his body are red tipped blue spikes, similar in shape to a fish's fins, although much sharper. His eyes are a faded green, one of his less noticeable features Instead of horns, Keir has a multitude of sharp red spikes surrounding his face. They start just above his eyes, running around the sides of his face and down his chin until they stop at his mouth. These spikes are quite deadly and could easily kill small animals if they had a run in with them. Above Keir's eyes is a small ridge, causing his eyes to be 'hooded'. The ridge is a small portion of scales that stick out farther than the rest. The ridge wraps around his eyes as well, the edges spiked and sharp. Above his eyes, perfectly aligned with his nostrils he has two spikes, longer than the rest around his face. Inside of Keir's mouth are rows of sharp teeth, but sticking out from the rest are two large fangs. These fangs are in fact venomous, and Keir's main way of catching prey. Along with his fangs, he has a small forked tongue, once again similar to a snake's. He uses this as a main way of expressing his emotions. He will often flick his tongue when he is angry or irritated, also using it as a sense of smell. Keir has a very distinct roar, very high pitched and crackly. Definitely not the most intimidating thing in the world. Along with his roar, he is able to make a hissing noise, along with other more dragon-like noises. The rest of Keir's body is similar to that of a regular dragon, although more long and slender. He is well muscled, but not nearly as strong as some dragons. His wingspan is large, capable of casting shadows on large portions of land. The membranes of his wings are the same red as his spikes. His claws are long and deadly. Keir has a longer tail then most. The end is harmless, but it is able to be used for constricting prey, similar to a python. He rarely ever does this, but it's a good weapon to have. Personality: Keir has an...interesting personality. He is quite standoffish and very slow to trust someone. He is often quite hostile until he deems you not a threat. He will do anything and everything for his rider, and won't hesitate to get rid of a threat. Quickly. He is quick to strike and never doubts his own judgment. Keir is extremely intelligent, although the ways of humans never fail to confuse him. He's very good at reading others and can tell almost immediately if someone has good or bad intentions. Even if he deems them a good person, it still takes him lots of time to warm up to new people or dragons. The only person he will allow to even get within ten feet of him is his rider, and if you even attempt to touch him without his approval you'd better say goodbye to your hand. The fastest way to loose this dragon's trust is to undermine him or his rider. And if you even think about hurting his rider, he'll hunt you until the end of time. might add more idk Likes: The rain The water His rider Relaxing Dislikes: Hot weather Other humans Not being left alone Strengths: His speed Intelligence Strategic Weaknesses: Strength Often acts on impulsive thought Often does things he regrets later Abilities: Water Manipulation and Generation: Keir can manipulate and generate water, pretty straight forward. Water Breath: This ability allows Keir to breath water instead of fire. Other: he's basically a giant flying fish-snake |
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Light Dragon ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ Name: Aoibheann (pronounced A-VEEN) Irish: beautiful sheen or radiance
Age: 300 years old
Gender: Female
Class: Light
Rider: ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆
Appearance: [Credit belongs to Tenebris Umbra. Made only for my usage, no one else has permission to use this.] Aoibheann is an imposing and majestic dragoness, standing at an impressive 25 feet tall and stretching 75 feet in length. While she may look like a Fire dragon, she is in fact a Light dragon. Her presence is both awe-inspiring and intimidating. The scales along her spine and upper body are a rich, dark red, nearly burgundy. These dark scales absorb and reflect light, creating a subtle sheen. As the scales transition down her sides, they gradually lighten to a soft red, contrasting nicely with the darker tones above.This lighter hue highlights her muscles, creating various ombre effects across her body. Her four strong limbs are a mix of the dark and soft reds scales. Interspersed among her red scales are her glowy white under scales. These scales emit a soft, ethereal light that intensifies in the dark. The red scales are lifted up a bit so the white continously peaks out. Aoibheann's wings are vast and powerful, spanning wide enough to cast a significant shadow over the land. Each wing is a masterpiece. The membranes are a lighter red compared to her scales, almost translucent, allowing light to pass through and create a fiery glow when she takes to the skies. The edges of her wings are lined with small, black spiky protrusions. Her jaws are strong and powerful, designed to crush and tear through almost any material with ease. The muscles around her jaws are well-developed, giving her a biting force that can break through bone and armor. The teeth are long and curved slightly inward, ensuring that once prey is caught, it has little chance of escaping. Her teeth are arranged in several rows, much like those of a shark. This arrangement ensures that if one tooth is damaged or lost, another quickly moves into place, maintaining her lethal efficiency. Aoibheann's jaws are broad and sturdy, built to withstand the tremendous force of her bite. The jaws are highly articulated, allowing for a wide range of motion. She can open her mouth wide enough to engulf large prey or objects, and her bite can snap shut with incredible speed. The Light dragoness’s horns are a striking feature, colored a deep maroon and arranged in four distinct sets. The first set resembles an Alpine Ibex: positioned atop her head, these horns are long and curved, sweeping back gracefully. Their texture is rough and rugged, reminiscent of ancient, gnarled wood. The next set can be compared to a Big Horned Sheep: situated in the parietal region, between the first and third sets, these horns are slightly thinner. One is slightly skewed, pointing upwards while the other points backwards. The third set is akin to a Muskox: located at her temples, these horns are shorter but equally imposing. They curve upward and outward. Lastly, the fourth set is also similar to a Muskox: found on her cheeks, they curve outward slightly, framing her face and enhancing her overall regalness. Running along her back, from the top of her head to the tip of her tail, are dark wine-colored horns. These spines adorn the sides of her jaw before trailing down the front of her neck before stopping at her chest. Her eyes are a striking feature, being completely white and pupiless, always glowing with an eerie light due to the stark contrast with her dark red face. Her coloration hints at partial blindness. ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ Personality: | Ruthless | Cold-hearted | Hot-tempered | Aggressive | Confident | Manipulative | Calculated | Cunning | Icy | Vindictive | Cruel | Merciless | Savage | Unyielding | Intimidating | Heartless | Sinister | Ferocious | Violent | Distrustful | Aloof | Impatient | Tyrannical | Dominant | War-Machine | Blood-Thirsty | Sadistic | Thoughtful This dragoness commands attention and respect through a potent blend of ruthlessness and calculated demeanor. Ruthless and cold-hearted, she approaches every interaction with a detached calculation, viewing sentimentality as a weakness to exploit rather than a virtue to embrace. Her confidence is unwavering, bolstered by a keen intellect and a mastery of manipulation. She navigates intricate power dynamics with cunning precision, effortlessly weaving webs of deceit to achieve her ambitions. Hot-tempered and aggressive, she is quick to unleash her fury when crossed, her temper flaring like a tempest. This aggression stems not only from her desire for dominance but also from a deep-seated distrust of others' intentions. Aloof and distrustful by nature, she keeps her true thoughts and emotions guarded behind a facade of icy indifference, revealing glimpses of her true, sinister nature only to those who dare to delve deeper. Her demeanor is intimidating, exuding an aura of unyielding ferocity and merciless determination. She rules with a tyrannical grip, demanding absolute loyalty and obedience from her subjects. Her acts of cruelty and vindictiveness are calculated to instill fear and maintain her iron-fisted control. Impatient with perceived weaknesses or incompetence, she brooks no defiance and swiftly metes out punishment to enforce her dominance. In an essence, she is to be feared and respected. ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ Abilities: Light Manipulation: Aoibheann can control and shape light for various purposes, such as creating weapons, bending light to become invisible, or forming barriers of light. Luminescence: Aoibheann can emit a powerful, blinding light from her body, illuminating her surroundings or incapacitating enemies in combat. Light Beam: Aoibheann can focus her light into concentrated beams that cut through solid objects or adversaries. Blazing Aura: Surrounding oneself with an aura of scorching light that burns and repels outsides. Can create a barrier with this as long as the other being is touching her. Sunburst: She can release stored solar energy in a massive, explosive burst of light, causing widespread damage to enemies and illuminating large areas. Radiant Breath: Aoibheann's breath is not fiery or frosty but instead consists of radiant, pure light energy. It is intensely hot and blinding, appearing as a brilliant white light. Photon Burst: (teeny tiny light packets) Aoibheann can unleash a rapid succession of high-energy photon bursts, each burst capable of piercing through armor and disorienting enemies with intense light and heat. These bursts can be directed at multiple targets or concentrated on a single person for maximum impact. ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ Strengths: + Formidable Size and Strength + Leadership + Sunlight + Intentional + Manipulative + Adaptable + Intelligent Weaknesses: - Heavyweight = Lack of Agility and Speed - Partial Blindess - Darkness = Limited Solar Power Ability - Overexertion = Blow up = Death - Glowy Part of Scales = Weak Point/Vulnerable - Cruelness - Detached/Not a Team Player ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ |
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Name: Mattis Rysten Monroe
Age: 23 years old
Gender: Male Role: Student ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈
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Credit to ElenaA’s Windswept on picrew At a towering height of 6'2", Mattis draws attention in any room he enters. His well-built, muscular physique speaks of countless hours dedicated to honing his strength and form. Each muscle rippling beneath his tanned skin with visible veins running down his arms. Mattis’ eyes are a soft blue, reminiscent of cloudless sky that seem to shift in intensity depending on the lighting. These blue eyes are framed with thick eyelashes, enough to make others jealous. His thick, expressive light brown eyebrows sit above those enigmatic eyes. His voice, a rich baritone with a hint of gravel, commands attention when he speaks. It resonates with a warmth that matches the twinkle in his eyes. Whether he's engaged in a deep conversation or simply sharing a joke, his voice carries a soothing charm that puts others at ease. Crowning his head is a cascade of curly, messy dirty blonde hair that seems to have a mind of its own. The strands fall in an artful disarray, framing his face in an effortless yet appealing manner. Despite its unkempt appearance, his hair possesses a certain charm. When he smiles, it's nothing short of dazzling. His smile has the power to light up a room, and the genuine warmth it radiates is infectious. It's a smile that reaches his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners, and it's a reflection of his positive outlook on life. Liam has a strong jawline and a pair of endearing dimples that appear whenever he smiles. He has soft, full lips that have a slight pink/red hue to them. There is a rather long rugged scar that marks his features. It starts just above his eyebrow, runs through his eye, and ends in an upside-down "V" shape on his cheek. Instead of detracting from his attractiveness, the scar adds to his already striking appearance. Besides this, he has a small beauty-mark on his cheekbone directly under his eye. Mattis has his ears pierced, just two small black stones, and is often seen wearing a black chain with a golden horn pendant on it for safety and protection. ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈Personality: A literal Golden Retriever Mattis exudes an undeniable air of confidence in everything he does. It's evident in the way he carries himself, with a posture that exudes self-assuredness and a stride that suggests he's in control of any situation. He radiates an aura of assertiveness that makes it clear he is unapologetically himself, and this authenticity draws others towards him. This confidence is not rooted in arrogance but in a deep belief in his abilities and a genuine sense of self-worth, making him an inspiring figure to those around him. Mattis is unafraid to take risks and embrace new experiences with a bold and adventurous spirit. Mattis’ confidence translates into remarkable leadership qualities. He's the one who steps up to the plate during high-pressure situations, providing a steady hand and unwavering resolve. He approaches life with a fearless attitude, always ready to step outside his comfort zone. This boldness is reflected in his willingness to chase his dreams and face challenges head-on, making him a beacon of inspiration for those who admire his fearless approach to life. His loyalty is a rare gem in a world where connections can often be fleeting. He doesn't just stand by his friends; he becomes an unwavering pillar of strength in their lives. His loyalty isn't conditional, and he's known to go to great lengths to help those he cares about, sometimes even putting their needs above his own. But Mattis’ loyalty goes beyond just his personal relationships; it's deeply intertwined with his values and principles. He holds a moral compass that guides his actions, and he stands firmly for what he believes is right. His unwavering commitment to his beliefs makes him a person of integrity, someone who can be counted on to do the right thing even in the face of adversity. Mattis’ protective nature is another layer of his loyalty that endears him to those around him. It's not just about physical protection, although he can be a formidable shield when needed. He also provides emotional sanctuary, creating a safe space where his loved ones can be vulnerable and authentic. He has an uncanny ability to sense when someone is struggling or in distress, and he's always quick to offer a reassuring presence and a listening ear. This young man’s charisma is undeniable, drawing people to him like a magnet. He has a natural charm that makes him the life of the party and a captivating presence in any social setting. His charisma is not just about looks; it's a magnetic personality that leaves a lasting impression. Mattis’ sense of humor is infectious, and he has a knack for making people laugh, often with his goofy antics and playful jokes. He doesn't take himself too seriously and isn't afraid to let his silly side shine, creating a light and enjoyable atmosphere wherever he goes. Mattis’ playful side often shines through as he embraces his role as a jokester. He loves to entertain and bring joy to others with his witty one-liners and humorous anecdotes. His jokes are a reflection of his lighthearted approach to life. While Mattis’ quick wit and charm are undeniable, he can sometimes have a short attention span. He's easily distracted by new and exciting things, which can lead to humorous situations and unexpected detours in conversations or activities. Despite this, his enthusiasm for life is refreshing. Mattis’ kindness and gentleness are at the core of his being. He treats everyone with respect and compassion, going out of his way to make others feel valued and understood. His gentle nature is a soothing presence in the lives of those around him. Mattis is a true sweetheart, always ready with a kind word or a thoughtful gesture. His genuine caring for others is heartwarming, and he's quick to offer a helping hand or a comforting embrace when needed. He exudes warmth and tenderness in all his interactions. Beneath his confident exterior, Mattis is surprisingly sensitive. He's attuned to the emotions of those around him and can empathize deeply with their struggles and joys. This sensitivity adds depth to his character, making him a compassionate and understanding friend. ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ Dragon: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈
Strengths: - Loyal - Intelligent - Navigational Skills - Knowledgeable in Combat/Weapons Weaknesses: - Tendency to Overcommit - Can be Too Trusting - Less Agile and Flexible - Hearing Loss: Mattis suffers from hearing loss. He can hear from both but one has severe damage to it and has intense ringing in it some days. This makes him favor one of his ears more than the other. You will see him turn his head slightly in order to hear you better. ◈━◈━◈━◈━ |
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Aesira stepped out of the entrance of the academy, the afternoon breeze playing with the strands of hair that escaped from her long white braid. The day was warm, unusual for the middle of summer. The valley beyond was bathed in a golden glow, big puffy clouds floating by in the azure sky. It was a perfect day, according to some. But those people couldn't feel the tension in the air. With only a day remaining before the long awaited Summer Competition, everyone, dragons and humans, were on edge. More fights had broken out today than in the last 3 months. The dragons were on edge as well, more hisses and growls being passed between them. Keirinan lowered his head, nudging her arm with his snake-like head. She scratched at his scales, turning and climbing up his right foreleg, settling into her seat. Keira lifted his head, spreading his blue and red wings as he took to the air. The rush of wind made her eyes water as they ascended, the warm breeze ripping pieces of hair from her neat braid. Aesira took a breath as Keir leveled out in the sky, the steady sound of his wingbeats soothing her as they left the hostility of the academy behind. The academy had always been tense, everyone always competing to be the best and bullying anybody who wasn't, but the week before the Summer Competition was different. Everyone was fighting over who was going to win or who got to use the targets or who got to have extra sparring time. Everything was a competition. She gazed down at the world below, now only a vast expanse of green as they flew north. "You're nervous." Keir's deep voice rumbled down the bond. "I'm not nervous, it's all the tension. Just getting to my head I guess." It was only a half-truth. She was confident in both of their skills, and she knew they could very well win the whole thing, but she wouldn't bet on it. People liked to play dirty, sabotaging their competition in some way. Whether it was sneaking a wee bit of poison into their food or 'accidentally' injuring someone in sparring. Keir grumbled, the noise an acknowledgement rather than disapproval. Aesira knew he wasn't concerned in the slightest. She hadn't ever seen him worried about anything. Even when she had fallen off on her first ride, he was completely unbothered. She had grown used to it, his gruff personality. She leaned forward onto her elbows, her gray eyes taking in the scenery as they flew. She relished the peace and silence while it lasted. (Kind of short but at least it's out) |
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Mattis Monroe & Aoibheann The early morning mist clung to the ground as the training grounds came alive with activity. The air was charged with anticipation, electric with the promise of the upcoming Summer Competition against the rival academy. Mattis had been up before the sun had even thought about rising, roused from sleep by Aoibheann's insistence. The formidable Light Dragoness stood poised at the edge of the training field. The interplay of light and shadows on her dark red scales created an almost hypnotic effect, her scales shimmering in the soft morning light. Mattis, exhausted but determined, lay comfortably against Aoibheann’s broad back, his eyes fixed on the horizon as the first slivers of sunlight began to pierce through the clouds. The warmth of her scales beneath him was a welcome comfort to the chill of the early morning air. Around them, the training grounds began to buzz with frenetic energy. The sound of clashing metal and the rhythmic thud of practice strikes echoed through the crisp morning air. Students were already engaged in rigorous drills, their movements sharp and precise. Aoibheann’s powerful wings flexed slightly, creating a soft gust that stirred the mist around them. With a deep, resonant rumble, she released a burst of light from her maw, scattering the mist and illuminating the field with a radiant glow. Mattis, catching the cue and knowing the next burst would be at him if he waited any longer, pushed himself up. His muscles tensed as he prepared for the day's training. He slid down Aoibheann’s side, landing lightly on his feet with a determined grin. “Ready to get started, oh radiant one?” Mattis called out through their bond, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm as he moved to the center of the field, unsheathing his sword.“Or are you going to dazzle me with more of your light shows first?” The young man threw a thumb over his shoulder in reference. Gods, he truly loved riling up his dragoness. Aoibheann’s eyes narrowed, her gaze icy and intense. “I’m not here to entertain you, boy. I’m here to make sure you don’t embarrass us at the Summer Competition. If you can’t keep up, you’ll be the one needing a dazzling exit.” Mattis chuckled, flexing his muscles with a smirk. “I’d like to see you try and make me look bad. I’m not some rookie you can scare off with flashy lights.” He sent a wink her way, his smile growing more wicked. Aoibheann's scales glinted as she unleashed another burst of light, deliberately aimed beside Mattis. The resulting explosion sent a spray of earth onto him, causing him to howl with laughter as he shook dirt off himself. “We’ll see about that, boy. If you think you can handle it, you’d better bring everything you’ve got. I don’t plan on going easy on you,” she growled. Her voice was laced with venom, but a flicker of amusement softened her eyes as she watched Mattis saunter away to warm up with the target dummies. She could’ve sworn she felt Mattis scoff through their bond, along with a muttered retort of, “You never go easy on me.” |
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It was only a matter of time before Keir grew bored and demanded that they returned to the academy. For a full grown dragon, he was very needy. "I would appreciate it if we weren't the last ones to arrive at the training grounds." Keir rumbled down the bond, his irritation evident in his voice. "And I would appreciate it if you stopped being a royal pain in my ass." She responded. She didn't plan on making him stay out here, but it was fun to mess with him. "Why must humans be so stubborn?" He grumbled to himself. She patted the blue scales of his neck. "Okay, okay, we can go back." Keir grumbled and shifted his wings, turning and flying toward the academy again. Aesira knew she should be practicing more than ever, but she found herself more interested in doing other things. She didn't want the possibility of getting injured before the competition. Keir flew quicker than normal on the way back, swooping over the training grounds and landing in an open spot. The grounds were filled with students and their dragons, the noise of connecting steel and growls filling the air. Some even sparred in the air, the sound of hurried wings echoing over the grounds. Aesira slid down his leg, landing on her feet and looking around. Most everyone was focused on training, though a few were huddled in groups around the perimeter. Her attention was directed to the center of the field as a dazzling beam of light lit up the morning sky, her eyes landing on possibly one of the most terrifying dragons in the whole academy. Aiobheann glowered at her rider, her dark red scales glowing in the morning light. Although she would never insult Keir by speaking the thought aloud, Aiobheann was quite possibly the most intimidating dragon to set foot at the academy. She deliberately avoided the dragoness at all costs, often choosing opposite sides of the training grounds. And Mattis had the gall to tease the beast. She was surprised Aiobheann hadn't ripped him to shreds yet. She shielded her eyes as another blinding beam lit up the sky, signaling her irritation. An explosion followed, and then a howl of laugher. Keir grumbled. "Are you going to stand there and gawk or are you going to be useful?" She rolled her eyes and turned to him. "Don't get your tail in a twist." She began stretching, loosening her muscles and calming her mind. Keir's tongue flicked out of his mouth, the only sign of his irritation as he scanned the grounds with his muddy green eyes. She focused her gray eyes on the ground as she stretched, sinking into her usual calm. She looked up abruptly as a low growl rumbled across the grass. Her eyes landed on an earth class baring her teeth at Keir, dangerously close to him. A low rattling hiss rumbled in his throat, a warning if there ever was one. He had nearly five feet on the dragoness, but that didn't deter her. She had watched enough squabbles between dragons to know to stay away. She backed away a few feet, letting them figure it out. A younger, more naive Aesira would have tried to intervene, and would have gotten herself killed in the process. Dragons were not mindful of dull humans. Keir shifted to face the dragoness, his lip lifting to reveal his long, venomous fangs. He lashed out, his teeth barely missing the dragoness's neck. His final warning. The dragoness backed away with a final growl, lumbering into the distance. She immediately went back to stretching, pretending it never happened for her own sake. Keir was grumpy this morning, and that definitely wouldn't help. She learned the hard way to never inquire about his wellbeing. In his own words, it "greatly insults" him. She straightened as she finished stretching. (I couldn't remember if Mattis and Aesira were at the same academy or opposite. I thought it was the same but I'm doubting myself so let me know if I need to change anything XD) |
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Mattis Monroe & Aoibheann As Mattis squared off against another student, their blades clashing with sharp metallic echoes, he caught a glimpse of movement in the sky. Aesira and Keirinan were swooping in, her dragon’s sleek forms cutting through the morning mist. Late as usual, he thought with a smirk. But his brief moment of distraction was all the other student needed. Seizing the opportunity, they struck hard, knocking Mattis off balance. He hit the ground with a heavy oomph, the impact jarring. Before he had a chance to fully recover, the student was already upon him, blade descending for the final blow. Reflexes kicked in. Mattis rolled onto his back just in time, his sword raised to meet the incoming strike with a loud clang. Gritting his teeth, he pushed back, forcing his opponent to stumble slightly. “Getting cocky, are we?” he grunted to the other student, his smirk returning despite the dust and sweat clinging to his skin. Aoibheann’s growling echoed in his mind, her annoyance unmistakable. "Maybe you should focus a little more on the fight and a little less on your friends' punctuality." Mattis rolled his eyes, brushing off the dust as he climbed to his feet, his sword still tightly gripped in hand. "Thanks for the pep talk, Aoibheann," he shot back sarcastically, sending a teasing flicker of thought down the bond. His opponent was already charging again, but this time, Mattis was ready. He sidestepped the strike with practiced ease, the blade slicing through empty air. Pivoting on his heel, he swung his sword in a sharp arc, catching the student off guard and sending him stumbling back. “Better luck next time,” Mattis taunted, his confidence returning in full force as he helped the other student up. He could feel Aoibheann's approval like a distant warmth, though her irritation still simmered beneath the surface. "Don't get too full of yourself, boy," she warned. "One lapse in focus and it'll be more than dirt you’re brushing off." She paused before adding, “Again.” Mattis grinned as he glanced towards the sky, spotting Aesira and Keirinan finally descending. His eyes flicked to a brief but tense interaction between the two dragons, where Keirinan, the sleek Water dragon, snapped threateningly close to a younger Earth dragoness's neck, earning a final growl in return before she turned away. Gods, dragons were so testy. "Relax, Aoibheann," he called out mentally, shaking his head at the display of dominance before turning to his Light dragoness "If I fall, you’ll be there to catch me, right?" Her snort reverberated through their bond. "Don’t count on it." With that Mattis turned back to Aesira, waving to her in the distance. (Same academy is fine! ^^) |
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