.:The Journey Of Sacurana:. [Human/Adventure RP! Open!]

[crystwolf]

Welcome! You can start when you want to.))

[OreoHeroz]

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Falkor rested her head between her paws, her black eyes rolling up as she stared at Mezzira. As the human spoke, the canine sat up, tilting her head to one side as she let out a bark, before sitting back down and resting her head on the female's lap. What is a dragon? She wondered, staring up at the sky for any clue of it. Although however much she wanted to ask, there wasn't any way her human could understand her. Letting out a huff, she licked her maw and stared at the human, her tail slowly thumping against the cobblestones.

[crystwolf]

Indeed xD))


Derizon's eyes moved to the random people that were staring. He furrowed his brows a moment, but continued walking on. He'd come to the town to rest in an inn, possibly, yet he was greeted by glares from the people who were loyal to their King. Nice. He inclined his head slightly. "We've made quite the reputation, haven't we?" He muttered, hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he walked past the buildings.


"I think it's impossible to kill the reptile, or even steal the Diva away." She continued on, as if she was having a conversation with the dog. A hand fell on the canine's head, gently stroking the fur. She raised her head when people stopped moving and were staring down the road. Raising a brow, she leaned forwards so she could see what was happening, and caught sight of the boy she was just talking about. She froze, a smirk coming up on her face. "Speak of the devil. Mister King isn't gonna like this."

[duna the killer]

Marian looked up as the dragon settled down to sleep. Marian looked out the cave, watching the sun set. She sighed. Another lullaby.. She stood up and walked the the dragon, petting his shiny red and gold scales. Maria sang a soft song, and at the endplayed a soft solo on her flute. She stopped and resumed petting him. She crawled over to look at his face, and he was fast asleep. Just to make sure, Marian repeated the song and flute solo. His breath slowed and deepened. He is asleep now.. Marian stood up, still singing, and quietly tiptoed back to her spot. He twitched and she played another solo on her flute, and he calmed. She still sang, and lay down, wanting to go to sleep herself. How many days has shee been doing this, Marian didn't even bother to answer.

[OreoHeroz]

Falkor let out a whine again. What's a diva? she wished to ask, but only a bark came out. Letting out a sigh, she nuzzled against Mezzira's jacket, her black eyes darting around as she watched the humans scurry around on their two legs. A breeze whisked past the two as the canine lifted her head to stare into the direction of a young man hurrying down the street. Letting out another bark, Falkor glanced at the strange human, before lowering her head back into Mezzira's lap. Her fur stirred as Mezzira spoke again, staring at the boy. Who the - is that? Falkor wondered, glancing from Mezzira to the boy. The canine felt her fur bristle as the boy rested his hand on the butt of an object. By the looks of it, the object seemed like a large knife, whatever that thing was called. Wondering what the boy was doing, Falkor rose to her paws and swiftly trotted over to the boy, racing beside him as she slowed down to a halt. Sticking her nose into the pouch of the boy's knife, Falkor wagged her tail as she let out a whine, before nuzzling the butt of the sharp object again.

[Star12]

Fereda nodded her head in response to Derizon's remark. Her eyes glided past the glares from the townsfolk and rested on the inn across the road. Her hand tightened on her bow, her gaze settled on a young boy, or girl, it was hard to tell. She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting from the gathering crowd to Derizon. She ran a hand through her blonde hair as a dog came padding over to them, she half-smiled as the canine whined. -sorry its so short-

[Ex0rcist]

Interesting roleplay. ~ May I be the dragon perchance? Here is the application, and if not, then I can happily redo it as a different character.

Name:
Khiziako.

Age:
168 years old.

Gender:
Male.

Appearance:



Khiziako is a dragon whose appearance is similar to black death, embroidered with a golden sheen aligning his sturdy plates along his sleek body. Roughly being half the size of large and well-built castle {about 43 ft. tall, 57 ft. long}, he finds the destruction of most things enjoyable to him. His wingspan is about 45 ft. long, used for carrying him long distances at one time to make his arrival seem inevitable. Within his slim cranium are two eyes licked with flames and embers, the only detail you can use to identify him as one of the flame breathers.

Personality:
Khiziako has a dark soul, meeting all with ruthless behaviour. The destruction he causes is a form of corrupting desires versus the complete reality of it all. The lad, though, has an interest with black trading or making of such deals... only to deceive them in the near future. Nothing can tame his nature, as he destroys with no remorse... stealthy in the pursuit of deceiving... and an infuriated mood always clinging to his interior.

History:
The dragon as sick as death has been raised in the twisted cliffs and mountains that he currently claims as his domain. Upon learning the first basics of hunting, and the ways of most serpents who reign the sky, Khiziako found a deep love with death and pain he implants upon all. Years have passed, and the lad had come across a kingdom... a kingdom to which he enjoyed binging chaos upon. Never would he want to end it, until an elder had come to make an agreement with him. Maintained within his mind was fury as wild as fire, steaming from the magma licking the inside of his body, for he did not wish for this. However, he committed himself to participating in the agreement, and said he desired a diva whose voice is as sweet as honey and as calm as the gentle breeze.

It wasn't long before he had obtained his wish, gratefully taking the lovely girl back to his realm... but he foretold that surely there must be someone to save the lass... and if one did succeed, Khiziako would yield no longer in the destruction of their kingdom. He had found his agreement most memorable, for he chose to take care of the girl. A lovely voice she had, indeed, and he would not let anyone take that away from him.

Other:
Khiziako may have founded a deep love for the lovely diva. Though his ruthless behaviour is obscuring his vision for love.

[crystwolf]

Dragon accepted! x3))


Derizon stopped when he saw the canine walking over to them, but his face remained impassive as he simply stared at the dog, letting it nuzzle his sword. His eyes then moved over to the blue haired boy at the side, who looked in alarm as the dog went over.


"Falkor!" She whispered in alarm as said canine moved to the boy. Hastily, she walked over to the dog, trying to pull harmlessly on her scruff as she gave a sheepish smile to the two. "Uh, so sorry about this." She spoke, adding a chuckle behind. "She's just...curious, that's all."

[Ex0rcist]

The sweet sound flowing within his ears like thick honey allowed the dragon to sleep peacefully, gentle groans escaping his sleek maw as signs of content. A stolid expression laid visible upon his ashen face, distracting the gloomy shadows from his frame to willowy wisps of smoke shrouding his aura. Khiziako stood still in his dark realm, a vision of darkness flashing before his fiery optics. A hazy yet intricate line swirled to and fro, engraving a death note upon his bed of sleepless nightmares... only to be perceived by a simple ray of light that crackled its exterior and obscured the twisted letters. The diva's voice he heard now, faintly... as it took hold of his dreams. A simple dream, brought forth by a simple girl. Khiziako shifted position as an eerie smile plastered upon his scarred muzzle.

[Star12]

Fereda chuckled as the blue-haired boy came hurrying over to them, "It's alright." She smiled gently and bent down so that she was level with the canine. She reached her hand and scratched behind the doh's ears before standing up again and turning her gaze to Derizon, whose expression was impassive. She frowned briefly and bit her lower lip, something she did often as a sign of worry. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again as if she just remembered the dog and its owner were still behind them.