6THEYES
Woof
valhalkyrie
thirdcorvus
/ well Hey There...
baredteeth
leave me alone. it’s none of your business.
serphiente
you mustn't look at me like that,
valhalkyrie
« all magic is dangerous—stop that!» [red-leathered gloves reach for magical—mystical hands; ending the choreography displayed. ignoring her own repulsion, fraser was more concerned upon the matter of someone less open minded would see, style valerie as a beldam, accuse sansa of camaraderie with an enemy of the empire and find themselves locked away in separate cells. especially in a busy, urban place like dragon island. she smooths out the ruffled furs neatly stitched into her long coat with red thread—grinning too widely when a dragonlord passes by, his dragon regarding both girls with a heavy stare of judgment. sansa steps close, harsh—whispering,] « you are going to get us caught. Valkyrie is hardly fully grown to defend us from the knights and their mounts—I told you to blend in! » @serphiente
eurysphea
you could’ve died, sansa,
valhalkyrie
[the thrill of adventure had never vanished so quickly. her smile withers, bated breaths heavy on her lungs. valkyrie lowers her shoulder with hesitation this time; her ride has the urge to fly off again. yet, she decides against it. and with a breath of air huffed out harder than it needed to be, sansa dismounted. heels of black boots lodged deep fresh dirt, kicked up from the powerful gust of wings orchestrated by the wings belonging to the red dragoness] no one saw us. [visor lifted, pushing back windswept strands of crowette hair. there was always a day where young riders were warned of the dangers of flying past the three pillars. beyond that was territory belonging to the most heinous of men. dragon hunters and pirates worked together to hunt, and sell whatever it was they made out of the dragons they captured——their riders too, as some rumors say] and i don’t need you babysitting me, either. i’m not a child(!) you have your brother for that. @eurysphea
eurysphea
now, now..
valhalkyrie
* cb for a line, all re welcomed
mystikais
stay still— i can help.
eurysphea
— promise you’ll keep it a secret, sansa..
valhalkyrie
«a responsibility /you/ hope is used to save you from fire» [dragoneirs do not burn. it was the only thing that differentiated them from others who dare claim to be just like them. “we ride dragon, too„ you would hear them say. but can they resist even the hottest of flames like them? that is why, the mere inclination that one of the same title may burn not by dragon fire but the mere creation of chemicals in nature, (that is, assuming dragons are moreso a spiritual being and not a pillar within the category of legendary apex predators. secondary to the human being) should be considered the upmost of insults: “ you are to weak to even withstand what our ancestors endured „ is truly what sansa is saying “ you are to weak for anything at all„] «you don’t care about him. say it. say that you don’t care about matteo rosaunt therefore you have every right to betray him. a right that even he does not act on. say it to me and admit it to yourself that you do not care what it is he may feel because you are selfish and thus may only think of yourself. whether for pleasure or anything else. say it. if you were any bit the wolf you claim to be you would dare to even say so to his face. to be honest with him when all of this with /achilde/ began. instead you tuck your tail between your legs — /begging/ i defend you. fraser i am in name but you are less of a dallen than i will ever be. you cannot even admit to the man who is just as deep within these expectations as you that you have been unfaithful. if i were him i’d tell the entirety of both your houses… though i fear the idea of a one sided loyalty is even more humiliating » @eurysphea
eurysphea
“oh— /as if i don’t know that already/.” she allowed the sentence to close in decrescendo, whereupon it was supplanted by a high shriek of wintry squall. “but that’s mine to bear. always has been. so much for your self—righteousness as the head of knighthood on morality only once you’re faced with i.” the gaze she bequeathed upon the girl was solemn: gravid with promise and imbued with a stalactite sharpness. the ground seemed to shake in place. theah’s afflictions of girlhood, best reminded by a mirrored image in sansa, seemed to pick and tear as nimble picks at the ribcage shielding her thawed heart. “whether you realize it or not, you fashion me an enemy in the very manner you chastise my blood for doing unto yours by manner of simply existing. ( … ) in more ways than you dare reckon.” she finds her tongue disgorged, rotted through with a love turned metastatic, cankerous overgrowths that might once have been floral. i love you, sansa, i think we’re more alike than we let on, sansa — what lunatic would regurgitate such sentiment without even a morsel of shamefastness? “this isn’t a life of eternal doom i’m cursing you to: it’s responsibility just the same. i know you’re unfamiliar.”
valhalkyrie
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valhalkyrie
Sansa Lenore Fraser
“ HER MOTHER TRIED SO HARD TO GIVE HER A BETTER LIFE. POOR EVGENIA, SHE COULD NOT SAVE HER DAUGHTER FROM DEATH. „
© dragoneirs 2019
valhalkyrie
⠀⠀⠀ A blur of gleaming red swoops down from the sky. The mass of power and flame roars, and the girl astride her yips the same—mirroring the cheers of countless faces below them. Her hand brushes the outstretched ones as she flies by, the trumpet singing her victory. ⠀⠀⠀ ᴼᴿ ⠀⠀⠀ Leather wings, torn and singed, flap once. A visage caked in soot carries a look of tiredness no youthful face should ever know. One perfectly bandaged hand presses against rough scales; heat and fire pulse beneath it. The dragon—equal in that exhaustion—trills once. They lean together for the final time and return to the battle they will not survive.