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| Nightmares in Flight; Orphan Artemis, opened to anyone | |
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| Neharo | Jan 8 2018, 05:10 AM Post #16 |
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Gjoll was thankful that the Sheriff had been able to bridge the communication gap between the three of them. It no doubt would have been very frustrating trying to communicate via charades. The revelation that she was not able to fly, wasn't all that surprising, after all he had watched seen the orphans' fight against Mercutio. The only time she had gained considerable altitude was after being thrown by one of the other orphans. She had managed to keep in the air for quite a while, even despite getting shot at one point, but he had never seen her gain any height after that, only drift. He would look at the small dragon and then at the trampoline, intentionally not staring at the dragon as he thought. Given the amount of time she had been able to maintain a glide, her wings had no problem holding her weight while in the air. If they assumed that was true, then the real problem would have to be a lack of the strength needed to generate the lift to actually gain altitude. That and and possibly a lack of experience in movement optimization while in flight. It wasn't likely she was able to get much practice flying during her old life, as most modern countries had laws that forbid civilian use of airspace without a license. Of course, these were just guesses. She had definitely been right about needing to practice if she wanted to fly one day. Through the method she had chosen though, it would likely take a very long time to reach the desired result. One of the most important things that he had picked up from Mercutio was that if you wanted to get stronger you needed to be willing to put your well being on the line. You would only be able to reach new heights, if you were willing to jump for them even if it meant you would get hurt if you failed. Due to the method in which the big island had been created, there were no high places where Artemis would be able to train more effectively. That would leave only the more "manual option", and due to what he had seen of her prideful nature, he figured the dragon would not be very accepting of it right now. Especially with people she barely knew. Besides, he would get no end of shit from Mercutio when(not if) the man found out, after all the snide remarks he had made to his teacher about throwing children. Maybe it was time to let that joke die. Regardless he had no intention of mentioning "dragon throwing training" tonight, unless Artemis brought it up herself, which he doubted she would. "That would make sense. Especially with the repetitive noise you could hear from outside." Gjoll affirmed snapping back from his internal thoughts. "Not a lot of places you could practice trying to fly with how flat the island is." He would wait and see how Artemis would respond to Chloe's request. Maybe after watching what she was doing, he could fit away to make the training more difficult and effective, without wounding Artemis's pride. Summary
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| DwagonKitsune | Jan 8 2018, 11:54 AM Post #17 |
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Artemis placed the notepad that she was holding up down, now that Chloe and Gjoll had read it. As she listened to the conversation, she calmed down a bit. Tiredness replaced the hyper energies that were coursing through her before. She didn't even have her annoyance at Chloe to keep her going. The little dragon tried her best to keep her exhaustion from her companions. They'd most likely order her to bed, which was the last place she wanted to go. Nightmares awaited her there. Feraocity's comment on there being no high places on Elysium where she could train made the orphan snort with amusement. She pictured blindly throwing herself off of a cliff, which was something that she certainly wouldn't do. While Artemis was sort of used to heights, and used to seeing nothing below her at times, she only had experience gliding. Due to that, the little dragon hadn't really been that high at all. She wasn't afraid of heights, it was just that the thought of tossing ones self off of a very tall object, with no idea of how to get back to it, was absurd. And maybe just a little bit of a fear of heights. 'Maybe...maybe they can help me' The little dragon thought when Chloe asked to actually see her train. Artemis paused, weighing the pros and cons against them watching her. Most of the cons were to do with her pride, or feelings, and so were reluctantly discarded. The orphan liked to think that she could be logical at times, and if they could help her it would certainly improve the rate at which she learned to fly. She grabbed the pen and note book again, quickly scribbling on it. "Mum always said I was good at gliding because of how big my wings are. But I've got to get high enough off the ground to properly use them. I also have to use them at the proper time, but I don't know the proper timing. Mum said that since I am full grown, Artemis leaped off of the box, wings snapped open to aid her glide to the tramp. The still, cold air made her drop more than what the rising heat off of the sand allowed, but that didn't seem to bother her at all. The black orphan settled on the trampoline, making sure that she was facing her companions. One uneasy flick of her wings and she was off, bouncing up and down. Once the little dragon started to gain enough height in her jumps, she began to beat her wings. Because she didn't hold her wings open in the gliding position, the lift that she gained from using them was barely noticeable and seemed sporadic. After a few rounds of practice, the little dragon snapped her wings opened at the apex of her jump and held them there. She angled them in a bit to propel herself forward and glided down onto the floor. Exhaustion was well and truly settling in, but the orphan was determined to see most of the night through. She glanced up at Chloe and Gjoll, who looked like semi-giants from her position. Not happy with being stared down, the little dragon swiftly clambered up the boxes until she reached her previous position. She tramped her feet on the cardboard and sat down, waiting for the critique that she knew was coming. Summary
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| Neharo | Jan 9 2018, 05:13 AM Post #18 |
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Gjoll could feel the guilt resurface each time Artemis mentioned her mother. His guilt would reach its peak when the orphan crossed out the beginning of one of her thoughts and replaced it with a corrected version that indicated the recent events. He closed his eyes for a moment and dozens of images of faces would flash through his mind in a matter of seconds. Each one belonged to a different person he had personally butchered in Africa. There was definitely not a dragon among them. He internally sighed with relief, reminding himself of the reasons for their actions, and snapped back to reality again. The boy watched the orphan hop from her box and glide over to the trampoline. As she resumed her practicing, he would carefully study her movements. From the motions she was going through it just looked like she was trying to get a workout for her wings. While the strength of the muscles would indeed be an important factor in how long it would be before she was able to fly, another equally important factor would be perfecting a technique of flight suited her, which this method of training did very little to help. In order to stay on the trampoline she would have to beat her wings at an angle that gave no forward momentum so that successive jumps were possible. Though he knew only a little about aerodynamics, even he knew that it was far easier to move forward and up than just straight up. He waited until the little dragon had made her way back onto her box before speaking. "If you are just trying to get more strength and stamina for your wings, a general work out like that will get you results, eventually." He began, "But if you want to actually practice flight, your going to need to find away to get more than just a second or two of air time. You should also probably try practicing somewhere less enclosed, since trying to fly directly upward is going to require a lot more strength using forward momentum to generate some of the lift for you. He would pause to let the other two respond, not wanting to go into too long a monologue at the moment. summary
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| Ciary | Jan 9 2018, 07:44 AM Post #19 |
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The little dragon told them how their mum was normally going to teach her to fly. She felt the grief they must feel. While Ferao had told her that they were orphans, she only realized then what that meant. While the dragon made their way to the trampoline Chloe was still in thought. She wished she had a mother like that. One that she would miss. But that wasn't the mother she had. Chloe had realized way too early in her life that she was an inconvenience, an accident that her parents rather ignored. In a way, Chloe had been an orphan way before mercutio decided to "hero" them out of existence. Chloe tensed up. She looked at the ground and clenched her fists. her nails pierce her skin. and then we have those cursed things she mumbled to herself. Reminding herself that whoever she cared about, she would eventually hurt. Which made her no better than her parents. How ironic. She looked at her now slightly bloody, but otherwise milky white nails. Right at that moment Artemis took her highest bounce yet and Chloe snapped out of her thoughts. Then the little dragon started to fly. It reminded Chloe of large kite. After the landing, Chloe wanted to go check if Artemis was alright. But the little dragon immediately jumped on top of some boxes to get higher. She guessed dragons didn't like being low on the ground. It would explain the desire to fly. Are you alright? she asked Artemis. Before the dragon could respond, Ferao started analysing the flight. And most of what he said made sense. Maybe this was easier in motion. But how do you get forward momentum? How about in her car? Hmm, using office assets not for their intended purpose on the first day. Sounds like a plan I have an idea. We can strap you to a car. And you can gain lift like a kite This sounded a lot better in her head and sleep almost immediately regretted suggesting it. This could only add badly Summary
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| DwagonKitsune | Jan 9 2018, 08:38 AM Post #20 |
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The little dragon listened to Gjoll intently. She certainly appreciated his input, but trying to find somewhere else to practice, especially on a flat island, would be hard. If there was a large gym, like schools had, it would be easier to organize but Artemis hadn't found anything like that on the island. When she was being taught to fly, her mum had managed to get the use of a nearby school, and used heaters that projected the air up towards the roof. There was a platform on one end that gave her the height she needed, as well as plenty of padding to land on. Artemis was pulled out of her reminiscing by Chloe's creative idea. The orphan gave the cop an incredulous look, one that could probably be easily seen by someone who found it difficult to read the dragons expressions. She reached for the note pad and the pen but paused, giving Chloe that look again. 'Yeah....not detective material...' was all she was able to think. 'I don't know where else to train. Like you said the island is flat and the buildings aren't that tall.' The little dragon turned the pad around to show her two companions her thoughts on the subject. She had contemplated writing Feraocity's name down, but used 'you' instead since she wasn't too sure on how to spell it. That was a common problem she had, when using writing to talk to people. Either their name was unique enough that she didn't know how to spell it, or it was spelt differently from how it commonly is. Some people got really offended when she misspelled their names, and so Artemis had gotten into a habit of just simply not using it if she was unsure. Summary
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| Neharo | Jan 10 2018, 05:12 AM Post #21 |
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The boy would give a very puzzled look to the Sheriff. Where were they going to find a car on Elysium. Even if she had brought one with her, or had been "acquired" for her, the big island had been created over a long period of time by cooling lava that Satoshi had made.This gave it an uneven terrain which would make driving at a high speed impossible. The country was still in very early development and lacked basic infrastructure, like roads and fuel. For the time being, a vehicle would just serve as nothing but a prop. On top of all of that, if Artemis was offended by being confused with a cat, he was pretty sure the suggestion to use her as a glorified kite wouldn't be taken very well. As the dragon was writing her response, Gjöll would sigh exhaling deeply. The deep breath in that followed would carry with it a familiar scent, blood. He would cut the breath off half way, nearly choking on the air. "Is one of you bleeding?" he gasped, grabbing the collar of his cloak and pulling it in front of his nose to block anymore of the scent from reaching. He wouldn't hear the answer, only his own accelerated heartbeat growing in volume and pounding in his ears. Within only a few seconds a sanguine filter would begin clawing its way inward from the edges of his vision. To the two others it would seem somewhat like a panic attack. TOO LATE. The primal voice boomed inside of his head. If you notice it, it's already too late. Haven't you figured that out yet? Don't even you think about it! he would internally retorted, frantically looking for the nearest window, which was a couple meters away. He nearly tripped on one of the boxes as he began to move toward the window, his focus not at all on of the obstacles in front of him. Think about what? his subconscious questioned coyly. About how much this room could use a new coat of red? About how easy it would be? Crimsoul isn't here to restrain us, isn't here to... hold us back. You're the one thinking about it. The one who wants it. I'm just here to give you a little.. push. Those feelings...That's not me. He refuted. Just the twisted desires of the fucked up monster you keep pushing me to be. When he reached the window, it would take moment to unlock, as even in without the claws extended, his gauntlets still made more delicate tasks slightly more difficult. As I said, the desires of your true self. The voice taunted. Africa must have showed you that I was right all along? What a fucked up little monster you really are? How many meat bags did you butcher?I lost count after the first few dozen, and that was only the beginning. After fumbling with the lock for a few seconds he would finally get it. Sliding open the window, he took in a few deep breathes of cool night air, trying rid himself of the blood scent that clung to his nose. No, I learned what a fucked up little monster I can be. He corrected, making a realization half way through his statement. You don't have the control over me that you once did...Which is why you have have to tempt me instead of forcing me out like before, isn't. He would not receive proper response, just a growled sigh in return. Gjöll would keep his head out the window for a minute, to slightly clear his head, before returning inside. "Please tell me whoever was bleeding has it cleaned up now." he would ask, trying not to look at either of them until they confirmed. He instead would look at the response Artemis was working on when the scene had started. "That's why you're gonna have to ask someone to throw you." he would say plainly, realizing a second later that he had said it aloud. Apparently his head was not as clear as he had thought it was. He had been avoiding the suggestion as he didn't want to hurt the dragon's pride. ""I know it sounds like it would be degrading, but I can tell you from personal experience after a few times you get used to it." Fuck. That probably didn't make it any better. When Mercutio hears about this I'm never going to hear the end of it. summary
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| Ciary | Jan 10 2018, 08:01 AM Post #22 |
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Chloe was wondering if dragons always looked like they were in a bad mood, or if it was just Artemis. or maybe, she just didn't like chloe very much. In that case it was better for her to leave. especially after what she just suggested. seriously Chloe, est tu une imbicile? (are you dumb?) Suddenly feraocity seemed to have a panic attack. he was breathing heavily and stumbled towards a window. Chloe wanted to go to him, but then he asked "is one of you bleeding?". Chloe stopped and looked at her palms. She realized that Ferao had a problem with being near blood Yes, I am sorry that this inconveniences you She walked back to her bag and took a handkerchief out of it. she cleaned the wound a little bit and and wrapped the piece of cloth around her hand. then she picked up her bag and hung it from her shoulder. for those who saw it. it looked like her preparing to leave Will you be ok? Edited by Ciary, Jan 10 2018, 10:00 PM.
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| DwagonKitsune | Jan 11 2018, 03:21 AM Post #23 |
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Gjoll's sudden change in behaviour went unnoticed to begin with by Artemis. She was too busy writing her response, but the sound of Feraocity stumbling to the window caught her attention. The orphan watched as he fumbled with the latch on the window, breathing heavily. Concern and confusion settling onto the little creature. She didn't know why he was acting like that, and doubted there was anything she could do to help. 'Oh, it's blood? I don't think I injured myself' the little dragon thought when Gjoll asked if the blood had been cleaned up. Despite that, she did a quick check over her body, since she had been active. Nothing was injured, not even a small little cut. Artemis flicked her eyes over to Chloe when she apologized. She watched as the other dabbed at her wound with handkerchiefs, and wondered if that'd be enough. The little dragon didn't know much about quirks, but knew that sometimes even the smallest trigger was needed. Despite the fact that there may still be a bit of blood lingering about, Gjoll seemed determined to ignore it and press on. The abrupt suggestion of getting someone to throw her did offend the little dragon. Artemis grumbled a bit under her breath, her displeasure clear. She pondered the suggestion despite that. 'If it gets results...learning to fly sooner rather than later would be best.' The orphan didn't look at Feraocity as she thought. Her gaze was directed somewhere towards the wall. "Will you be ok?" Chloe's question cut through the little dragon's musings. She snapped her attention to the sheriff, her concern from earlier rising up again. Artemis is a proud creature, as most dragons of lore are, but she was still only a child. She'd gotten better and comforting herself, as well as keeping the scary thoughts at bay. Yet the orphan still wanted company, and the comfort that that provided. Artemis shuffled her weight between her feet and shuffled her wings, hugging her shoulders with them. While she could have kept at her flight practice for a few more hours, her mind had also gone through quite a bit more stress than usual. The toll on the little orphan showed when she couldn't hold back a huge yawn. She tried to cover it with her paws but failed. Once done, she gave a defiant look to the two people in front of her, as if daring them to suggest her to go to bed. SUmmary
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| Neharo | Jan 11 2018, 06:39 AM Post #24 |
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The Sheriff's attempt to cover her wound did help masked the scent, at least a little. Gjöll still felt the blood-thirst gnawing at the back of this mind. Even if his subconscious was not directly trying to make him lose control, he could still feel an instinctual calling that was trying to push him towards bloodshed. However, for the moment at least, he no longer felt like he was just about to lose it. As long as he kept himself preoccupied, he was certain he would be able to resist the urges. "Yeah, I know it's not the most pleasant thought." He responded to Artemis's obvious grumbles of displeasure. "But at least you'll have a bit of control over the situation. I'm not saying tonight, just that you should think it over for the next few days. Who knows? Elysium is a constantly changing place, a better method could come along." At least she wouldn't have to be worried about being thrown at Kull, or one of Oni's minions/abominations. He would give her the space to think about it. Will you be ok? "Yeah, I think so. My quirk-" he paused momentarily, catching himself before he overshared again, "sharply enhances some of my senses, and the smell of blood tends to bring up some bad memories. I'm sure in your line of work you can understand." Gjöll had been so lost in thought that he would only now notice that she was ready to leave. "Good night and good luck Sheriff, you've got quite an interesting time ahead of you." The boy would turn his attention back to Artemis just as she began to yawn. He would return her defiant look with one of amused interest. She was obviously getting tired, but seemed so determined not to go back to sleep. Perhaps he wasn't the only one that didn't want to be alone with his thoughts. "Well then, what is it you want to do now?" He would humor the orphan's determination, after all, it wasn't like she would be able to go for that much longer. Especially after his little scare with the Sheriff's wound he was wide awake. Summary
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| Ciary | Jan 11 2018, 10:35 AM Post #25 |
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After Ferao saw that she was going to leave, she nodded at him. Artemis stared at her too. She looked kind of mean, really. it wasn't her concern though. as long as they didn't do anything do disturb public order, or tried to hurt themselves or others. I need to get back on patrol. But I take it you can lock this place up? Chloe casually saluted Ferao and Artemis with one hand, holding her handbag in place hanging from her shoulder with her wounded one. Don't stay up too long. and don't do anything illegal. I will come for you if I see you have trashed this place She motioned around her with her free hand. after that she turned around and waved back while walking away Au revoir! bonne chance! (bye! good luck!) After that she walked out the open door [exit chloe] Edited by Ciary, Jan 11 2018, 10:43 AM.
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| DwagonKitsune | Jan 12 2018, 03:15 AM Post #26 |
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Artemis watched as Chloe finished preparing to leave. She noted that the cop didn't ask for her notebook back yet, which was nice of her since without it trying to communicate with Feraocity would've been difficult. The little dragon vowed that she'd return the notebook and the pen to her in the morning. She waved goodbye to Chloe, her response to the woman's salute. As the door clicked closed behind Chloe, something that she said made the orphan look around. The boxes piled in random places, with equipment lying about, were now joined by white packaging peanuts that littered both the boxes and the floor. 'If we tried to trash this place, we'd probably improve it' the little dragon thought with tired amusement. Gjoll's question about what to do now was certainly a good one. Artemis didn't want to go back to bouncing on the tramp. Her body had begun to feel far too heavy for any type of flying practice. The thought of flying practice made her mind turn to his earlier suggestion on how to improve quicker. The orphan picked up the notebook and pen, hesitating slightly. 'Let's just say I were to go along with your plan. Where would I practice? The beach would be nice because the sand is soft to land on, but the air off of the water is cold and difficult to deal with. I would have to see this place to make sure that it is good' The little dragon waddled over to Feraocity, note pad with the pen clipped onto it held in her mouth. 'I really need to get something with pockets...' she briefly thought. Artemis handed the paper over to her companion. She certainly wasn't ready to go off to bed just yet, and the walk would do her good. The black creature shuffled her feathers to ward away the chill air. Now that she was done exercising and had calmed down, the cold of the night started to set in. She looked up to Gjoll with Arctic eyes, getting impatient to be off. Summary
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| Neharo | Jan 12 2018, 07:29 AM Post #27 |
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Gjöll would nod in response to the Sheriff's salute and return her casual wave good bye. She had to be joking about not trashing the place, right? He looked around the room, which was in complete disarray, boxes and equipment scattered everywhere with seeming no rhyme or reason. "The only way this place could look any more destroyed would be if a fight broke out here." he would joke after after the Sheriff left. As far as he knew they had hardly touched anything the entire time they had been there. He wasn't sure if the Sheriff had intentionally left her notebook or just absentmindedly forgotten it. Either way, the fact that she had definitely worked to their advantage. He read over the dragon's question. He hadn't really thought about it. Most of the Island was still undeveloped, so there were a variety of spots she could choose. My first thought would be the beach too. Not because of the sand, but because the ocean breeze can would be a helpful boost or an increase in difficultly for you depending on the direction." Gjöll began. He hadn't thought about the cold air having that much of an impact, "If you think the cold air will have too much of a negative effect to start on the beach, there are many of acres of undeveloped igneous "wasteland" that should be untouched by the wind. They lack the cushion of the beach, but if you focus too much on a safety net for failure, you'll never push yourself beyond the limits you set for yourself to what your truly capable of." "There are at least two places I would avoid though." he warned taking a far more serious tone. "First I wouldn't practice anywhere near the school, some punk kid might find it funny to use you for target practice. Second and more far more important; do not fly anywhere that would risk you crashing into Alana's Art studio. Wreck that place and there is no one, person or god, that could save you from being reduced to a pile of ash." Gjöll took the notepad and noticed the orphan's impatient look. He would hold up a finger, signaling for another moment of patient, and walk over to close and lock the window. He wasn't worried about the Sheriff's threat, but better to try and leave the place exactly how they had found it. "I say we look for a decent spot along the beach, the lack of ambient sound gives the more undeveloped area a really eerie vibe at night. Unless your up for that?" he would suggest, as they walked out of the building, closing the locked door behind them. In all honesty he only found it eerie, because it reminded him slightly of the time he spent in the wasteland of the Dark Continent. Summary
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| DwagonKitsune | Jan 13 2018, 01:48 PM Post #28 |
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The 1 foot tall orphan looked up at Gjoll and nodded. Everyone was a giant when she stood near their feet, and her companion was no exception. Artemis had yet to get used to looking up at people like this. It made her feel uncomfortable and aware of just how small and squishy she was. The little dragon pushed those thoughts to be the back of her, letting her eagerness to be off for their walk take over. When they started moving, the little creature surprisingly kept pace with her taller companion. She moved at a fast trot, short legs traversing the ground as effortlessly as she could managed. One bonus about being a quadruped was that moving from place to place was easier, especially at quicker paces. In Artemis's opinion, four legs was always better than two. The night was cold and to keep her mind off of the chill, the little dragon pondered what Feraocity had said earlier. As for where to practice, the beach sounded like a much better prospect than the wastelands. She wasn't surprised that there was uninhabited, undeveloped land of Elysium. Most of the area that was inhabited was barely developed in her opinion. But from what she understood, the ground would be solid rock. Artemis preferred the thought of a semi-soft landing surface. She wanted to practice flying, not landing. As well as that unsurprising fact, there were two that did surprise the little creature. The first, the fact that there was a school on this island, was slightly confusing. 'Who would want to build a school here? Who would WANT to go to school here?' Artemis thought, perplexed. The thought that this school might be for the more morally gray people of society didn't cross the 9 year old's mind. What did catch the attention of the child's mind, and excite her, was the idea of an art studio here. The orphan had always loved arts and crafts. She loved to make things with her paws, especially when she got to show it off to her mother. Her mother always made a point of picking out many things that were wonderful about the item she had created, as well as one or two small things that the child could improve on the next time she tried to do the same this. This fostered a love of creating objects in Artemis. The little dragon's day dreams about painting something to liven up her room carried her all the way to the beach in no time. The salty air drifted over from the sea, which sparkled under the stars. In all of her wandering during sleepless nights, Artemis had never came upon the ocean when the moon graced it's surface. The dark creature watched with admiration as the equally dark waters twisted and turned to their own motion. Whilst the ocean was very pretty, the main problem that the dragon had was the wind coming off of it. The spray dampened her feathers and made them heavy, as well as the cold air creating tumultuous eddies in the air. There was nothing to shield the companions from the salty wind where they were standing. All Artemis could see was the ocean to one side, the dark buildings to the other, and the stretch of beach in the middle. The orphan looked up to Gjoll and tilted her head, a silent question of "What now?" Summary
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| Neharo | Jan 14 2018, 03:54 AM Post #29 |
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As they made their way to the beach, Gjöll would watch his small companion, amused by the fact that she had no issues keeping up with him despite the size difference. She seemed slightly lost in thought, whether she was thinking about flying or something else had piqued her interest; he did not know. With Chloe's departure he had felt his blood-lust begin to fade away, after several minutes of breathing in the cool night air, it had vanished completely. A feeling of relief washed over him, though he had successfully held his subconscious instincts at bay before, this was the first time in over two years that the presence of blood hadn't resulted in a rampage. It was nice to know he could interact with people, without Mercutio nearby, and not feel like he was endangering people's lives. He enjoyed the quiet stroll to the edge of the island. The sudden arrival of a thousand new residents had added quite a bit of extra noise to the once quiet country. It was only at night, when they were all asleep that you could appreciate the peace and quiet like they had known before. After a bit of walking the would reach the top of a small hill that served as a barrier for the ocean winds for the rest of the area, on the other side layed the beach. The ocean breeze would cool the air hear a few degrees lower than the rest of the island, but his cloak and clothing would make the difference negligible. Maybe Artemis should look into some specially made clothing, he would have to ask later. The beach was covered in a mixture of white beach sand and black basalt sand, which was created by lava, giving it very unique appearance. The cloudless night allowed for a near perfect reflection of the moon to be seen, slightly distorted by the motion of the water. They were in luck, it appeared the tide was about two thirds of the way out. This would leave a bit of extra distance between them and the ocean's waves, and lessen the amount of the water the wind carried in it. Even so Gjöll could feel the moisture in the wind as blew past. "The water in the air could serve as an issue if you get too weighed down by it." He remarked looking out towards the ocean. "But at the same time, practicing with the extra weight will make it that much easier when you are trying to fly in places without it." "The wind can be a bit erratic and high speed but think of that as an obstacle to overcome. If you can learn to handle ocean wind then, outside of some king of storm there's not much you won't be able to deal with." He encouraged, turning and noticing the orphan's questioning look. He would hand the note book back to Artemis to she could give her thoughts. She seemed to have perked up a little from her previously tired state since coming outside. "So... I doubt you wanted to come all the way out here just for a look. How about a practice run?" He asked, curious what the dragon's response would be. "Almost everyone is asleep, so you would have to worry about others not minding their own business." Summary
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| DwagonKitsune | Jan 15 2018, 08:36 AM Post #30 |
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Artemis listened attentively as Gjoll rattled off his thoughts on this training ground. She knew that people trained with weights to build up their strength, but had never thought to apply it to flight training. Nor did she currently know of a practical way to use weights on her body without hindering her wings. The added water would certainly be as beneficial as managing to find a harness with weights that the orphan could use, and it'd be a lot easier and cheaper. The points that her companion was bringing up were quite impressive. Even if Feraocity didn't know anything about flying, he certainly seemed to know how to train ones body to get good results. 'Do I really just want to fly?' she pondered, accepting the notebook and pen back. that simple goal was as far she the little dragon had gotten, but her companions remarks made her question if even that would be enough. Just learning how to fly wouldn't do anything for the orphan as she was, stuck on an island in the middle of no where. But to be a master of the skies... The little dragons gaze drifted down to her feet while she thought. Even though the light of the moon washed everything out, she could still see the different coloured sands. The orphan had been to beaches before, yes, but she'd only ever heard of black sand and never actually seen it. In her fight with Mercutio she'd at first been too preoccupied by winning, and then by the pain, to notice the multi-hued grains. The white sand emitted a soft glow, while the black seemed to suck in every bit of light that it could. 'If I could properly fly, like one of those migrating birds, there's nothing in the world that I won't be able to see.' That realization settled on the young creature as she picked up the pen, getting ready to write. She wanted to be able to go wherever she wished, and if training on the beach was the way to achieve it then so be it. "I want to be the best flier there is. Lets see how bad this place is" she wrote, determination etched into every inch of the little creatures body. Artemis either gave the writing equipment to Gjoll or placed in on the ground. She took a step towards him, trying to quell any hesitancy that she felt. She didn't like to be picked up or held by people, especially those that she had just met. But she didn't think that Feraocity would hurt her. As a matter of fact, he was offering help and the little dragon wanted to take advantage of that. She opened her wings a bit and braced her body, getting ready to use them when her companion propelled her into the air. Summary
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