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Another snippet with Azurea. It has no thumb as of right now but it might in a little bit.
Azurea is in "class" and shows off her skills, before making class dismiss early.
Azurea and all other elements belongs to me.
~Angel~
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Azurea watched the whisps of magic float and hover around her and the clouds just over their heads. Strands of iridescent wind felt like her old friends as she was lost in their weaving across the clouds and sky. She stood on a wide circular balcony made of white stone, high into the thinning air, the sun starting to radiate the sky with reds and oranges. She dreamed solidly, one day, she would be out flying where ever she pleased when ever she pleased it, decorating the sky with her own cloud creations, storms that would be legendary. No one would dare disturb her, she would have hew own home far away from this blasted court and its inhabitants.
“Azurea, are you paying attention?”
Had she been? No. Was that surprising to anyone here? No. This class was a waste of her time. Why her mother and father forced her to continue this nonsense was beyond her...she was ten times better than the old cloud shepherd teacher before her.
She surveyed the scene with quick eyes, a female dragon landed on the balcony next to her peers as eyes watched Azurea. Clearly, the other dragoness failed at creating the right shape in the cloud line, which looked to Azurea like it was a string of puked up muck. The elder shepherd had told them today was about form, not about flight.
“She did not hold the magic tight enough, and the clouds now look like hatchling vomit,” Azurea stated blatantly, the other dragoness growling a little in her mouth as her wings fluttered defensively and her ears turned back. “Thusly the form cannot hold.”
Azurea ignored the other female's aggression, mostly, baring teeth as her own ears turned backwards.
“Very good,” the elder shepherd stated with a quake in his voice. “For a second I thought you were just day dreaming as usual.”
Azurea rolled her eyes a bit when the old one turned from her.
“Show me,” he stated loudly, knowing her act even as he turned. Azurea jumped a bit, literally biting her tongue from the scare of his sudden order. She held her squeal of pain, before stepping around the other dragons who eyed her with narrowed glances. With a gentle gust of the wind over her face, she smiled as she reached the edge of the balcony, looking down at red clouds and looking up at the puffs the other dragoness had tried to shape.
Azurea spread her wings and jumped, letting the current carry her a bit out into the open cloud line. She swooped her wings down and caught several strands of the wild wind magic on them, feeling them pulse into her as she held them tightly into her own magic. The wind mimicked her flight, pulling behind her as she straightened herself out. She batted her wings and picked up speed, suddenly the other dragons below, the old shepherd, the court far beyond her sight below did not matter. It was her and the wind, the only true companion she had ever held in her whole life. With edging speed she turned to the dispersing clouds and twisted herself around them in a tight corkscrew. She flicked her wings and turned in the air before leading the clouds now in a tight worm-like shape, into themselves like a twisted pretzel but none touching each other. She watched the crossing of the wind magic, which spiraled in fast wild happiness, seeing the net she had made to trap the form easily. Holding the strands she made a few more wild turns and twists, making the clouds tighter and tighter, the noise growling like a waterfall tumbling within itself. She fanned her wings forward, breaking as the current of the breeze passed her, looking satisfied with herself. She flicked her wings and released the currents, before flying over and flicking her tail into the clouds here and there, creating a sculpture out of the fluffed mass.
She dove for the balcony as her elder snickered with amusement. She held her head up and walked off as the others stared at the now very easily seen form of a metal dragon, wormed in and out of itself without touching or loosing shape. Azurea bowed her head slightly to her elder, but continued walking towards the exit of the tower top.
The elder frowned at her as she continued on.
“Where are we going, hatchling? Class is not over with,” he asked in a sort of stubborn tone as the other dragons let out a gasping noise.
“About to be a bad storm, elder, I think it is time I left,” she stated without looking back as she walked into the rounded staircase out of the elements.
A rush of wind overtook the class as the former dragon form turned suddenly black and electrified with storm life. A strike into the clouds surrounding it and the sky turned from the warm reds to dark greys and blacks in seconds! In slight panic the other dragons made for the exit as well, the elder shaking his head wearily before following along as well.
Azurea is in "class" and shows off her skills, before making class dismiss early.
Azurea and all other elements belongs to me.
~Angel~
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
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Azurea watched the whisps of magic float and hover around her and the clouds just over their heads. Strands of iridescent wind felt like her old friends as she was lost in their weaving across the clouds and sky. She stood on a wide circular balcony made of white stone, high into the thinning air, the sun starting to radiate the sky with reds and oranges. She dreamed solidly, one day, she would be out flying where ever she pleased when ever she pleased it, decorating the sky with her own cloud creations, storms that would be legendary. No one would dare disturb her, she would have hew own home far away from this blasted court and its inhabitants.
“Azurea, are you paying attention?”
Had she been? No. Was that surprising to anyone here? No. This class was a waste of her time. Why her mother and father forced her to continue this nonsense was beyond her...she was ten times better than the old cloud shepherd teacher before her.
She surveyed the scene with quick eyes, a female dragon landed on the balcony next to her peers as eyes watched Azurea. Clearly, the other dragoness failed at creating the right shape in the cloud line, which looked to Azurea like it was a string of puked up muck. The elder shepherd had told them today was about form, not about flight.
“She did not hold the magic tight enough, and the clouds now look like hatchling vomit,” Azurea stated blatantly, the other dragoness growling a little in her mouth as her wings fluttered defensively and her ears turned back. “Thusly the form cannot hold.”
Azurea ignored the other female's aggression, mostly, baring teeth as her own ears turned backwards.
“Very good,” the elder shepherd stated with a quake in his voice. “For a second I thought you were just day dreaming as usual.”
Azurea rolled her eyes a bit when the old one turned from her.
“Show me,” he stated loudly, knowing her act even as he turned. Azurea jumped a bit, literally biting her tongue from the scare of his sudden order. She held her squeal of pain, before stepping around the other dragons who eyed her with narrowed glances. With a gentle gust of the wind over her face, she smiled as she reached the edge of the balcony, looking down at red clouds and looking up at the puffs the other dragoness had tried to shape.
Azurea spread her wings and jumped, letting the current carry her a bit out into the open cloud line. She swooped her wings down and caught several strands of the wild wind magic on them, feeling them pulse into her as she held them tightly into her own magic. The wind mimicked her flight, pulling behind her as she straightened herself out. She batted her wings and picked up speed, suddenly the other dragons below, the old shepherd, the court far beyond her sight below did not matter. It was her and the wind, the only true companion she had ever held in her whole life. With edging speed she turned to the dispersing clouds and twisted herself around them in a tight corkscrew. She flicked her wings and turned in the air before leading the clouds now in a tight worm-like shape, into themselves like a twisted pretzel but none touching each other. She watched the crossing of the wind magic, which spiraled in fast wild happiness, seeing the net she had made to trap the form easily. Holding the strands she made a few more wild turns and twists, making the clouds tighter and tighter, the noise growling like a waterfall tumbling within itself. She fanned her wings forward, breaking as the current of the breeze passed her, looking satisfied with herself. She flicked her wings and released the currents, before flying over and flicking her tail into the clouds here and there, creating a sculpture out of the fluffed mass.
She dove for the balcony as her elder snickered with amusement. She held her head up and walked off as the others stared at the now very easily seen form of a metal dragon, wormed in and out of itself without touching or loosing shape. Azurea bowed her head slightly to her elder, but continued walking towards the exit of the tower top.
The elder frowned at her as she continued on.
“Where are we going, hatchling? Class is not over with,” he asked in a sort of stubborn tone as the other dragons let out a gasping noise.
“About to be a bad storm, elder, I think it is time I left,” she stated without looking back as she walked into the rounded staircase out of the elements.
A rush of wind overtook the class as the former dragon form turned suddenly black and electrified with storm life. A strike into the clouds surrounding it and the sky turned from the warm reds to dark greys and blacks in seconds! In slight panic the other dragons made for the exit as well, the elder shaking his head wearily before following along as well.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
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Maybe I will change it to more lightning haha, its supposed to be more like a lightning storm than rain burbling to life out of nothing. Being high up on the tip top of a tower while its striking, notta good palce to be.
Thanks for commenting hariman!
~Angel~
Thanks for commenting hariman!
~Angel~
Now all I'mma be thinking about is hatchling vomit, haha.
The twisting metal dragon reminds me of a heavy metal album cover. You know, the ones that have the snakes that are wrapped in crazy designs around roses and swords? XD
The twisting metal dragon reminds me of a heavy metal album cover. You know, the ones that have the snakes that are wrapped in crazy designs around roses and swords? XD
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