the ascendant
she/her
twenty-nine
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
champion
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
home [hh]
POSTED ON Mar 8, 2019 23:40:26 GMT
[attr="class","freypost"]calcifer, as he's very recently been dubbed, attempts to puff out his chest when fernando's charizard looks his way. smoke curls from his nostrils and after several seconds, he sputters and exhales, spewing a large plume while he turns sheepishly away. he follows shyly after the crowd after this, eyes filled with admiration (and a healthy dose of fear).
sounds she's become accustomed to, but have proven themselves frightening to newcomers and tourists, echo the farther they walk into the cave. she falls into step beside fernando and explains the etchings on the walls around them as they walk on--how for generations the morningstar family has sought to protect the history of dragon-type pokemon and tamers alike. miracles of the draconic legendaries slip from her tongue with admiration.
the hallway opens to a grand cavern. stalactites dangle from the ceilings; most are held secure with iron fastenings, though some have still been cleft in twain by some of the largest of the estate's residents.
a section of the cave is dedicated to sparring, while another portion houses more serious battle arenas, though both only take up a small percentage of the impossibly large space. fields for flight sequence choreography, endurance and strength training, and many others are sectioned away in neat little squares. they use every inch of ground.
breeding caverns are tucked away to the south, in a smaller network of tunnels and twisting caverns where brooding mothers can be left at peace. scientists and historians, young students and old, all mill about them with purpose.
her pride brims in her eyes, in the squareness of her shoulders, and she raises a brow at fernando. you're not the only one with an army.
some of her own dragons are already on the field, companions that lie in wait for the battle to begin. lyune is among them; his gargantuan form is hard to miss, even among the throng of salamence he flies with. he banks away from the flock and coasts towards them, warm grumble in his throat as he lands and dips his head towards freya. she strokes his scaled snout and leans into him.
"i say we talk politics later, councilman silph. i think it's about time we share proper introductions. the armory is over there. i'll be sporting a few pieces of leather myself. feel free to have one of the assistants outfit you and help choose your weaponry."
she mounts lyune then and pulls her bow from her back, stringing it with nimble fingers. the salamence flares his wings and then leaps; over the turbulence his flapping creates, she yells and points--"we'll meet you at field bloodworth!"
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