forum The King Welcomes You (Group RP, Closed, DEAD)

Started October 29, 2021 by @Serpentess health_and_safety language

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Geneviera felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder, then a semi-comforting sizzling pain, she turned around, but no one was there, a small moan of pain escaped her mouth causing Starcilla to turn towards her, her eyes widening at the sight of the shoulder producing blood. She remembered a lizard man, a vampire and a dark voice in her head, Tiamat she presumed.

She came around from the bar and Geneviera noticed that her legs were as pale as her upper body, causing her to smile to herself, Starcilla staring at her, looked at her shoulder, and pulled on the fabric gently, sending the left sleeve completely down, Geneviera had to bring a hand up to cover her breast, which she found quite hilarious.

The wound slowly closed up, then finally ended up being closed fully, the only proof left of it was some dried blood from where it had sat. Starcilla watched this in awe, then gasped as she stumbled backwards, her back hitting the bar. "You're— you're magic?" she exclaimed breathlessly and Geneviera erupted into laughter. She wiped her eyes, pulling her sleeve of her dress back up. She stands up, her legs a little shaky, so she grabs the bar to stable herself, then says "no shit, im a wind fairy for god's sake" she says with a giggle, then Starcilla stands up straightly.

Geneveira bows towards Starcilla and stands, she stands in front of the other girl, who was a couple inches taller, then motions for her to bend down ad if she were to tell her a secret, the taller girl obeyed, her black straight hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back.

Geneveira places her palms on both of Starcilla's cheeks, then placed a passionate kiss on her lips, then slowly pulled away, walking backwards towards the tavern door, and gave Starcilla, who was blushing but laughing a salute.The air was mild and stiff as Geneviera exited, planting her feet firmly, then launching herself into the air.

(Here's my response to On'nyosh! Sorry, btw. I'm in school.)
(And I did! He seems interesting.)

Cass sleepily murmurs and cuddles closer to On'nyosh as he picks her up, but otherwise doesn't move.

When she finally awoke sometime after this, On'nyosh was just sitting there. His hair was out of its customary braid, loose and flowing.

Sleepily, she reaches out and runs a hand through it, just letting her fingers slide through the silky strands.

"Your hair… is surprisingly soft…" she murmurs, still half asleep. She yawns.

"Stay… with… me…" she says, falling back asleep, half pulling On'nyosh down next to her and cuddling close to his warm form.

Geneviera pushed herself through the sky, the air pushing and beating against her cooly, she inhaled shakily, then exhaled slowly, letting the wind beat against her semi-wet skin. She soared as slowly as possible; while still staying in the air.

"Someday I won't have to fly up here every time I need to go somewhere." She said to the clouds, which she whisked through, making some of them, disappear. "Someday I'll be able to walk if I want, like everyone else, I won't have to be afraid of people trying to attack me because someday they'll all admire me." She whispered against the wind.

(Alright, @knightinadream)
(You’re good, @lizardwithwingsandfire, glares at school. And yeah. It is actually really funny how there seems to be a real life On’nyosh mimic. And, just for the hell of it, I decided to use the song Going Hunting as a reference for On’nyosh’s voice)

On’nyosh smiled softly as Cassiel woke. He then laughed at her comment about his hair. When she pulled him down, he deftly slipped off his boots and followed the pull, settling next to her.

On’nyosh wrapped Cassiel in his arms, pressing her against him and tucking her head under his chin. He was still a bit shaky from Vared’nē, but his hold on Cassiel helped soothe him.

Cayden and Noctem sense On'nyosh and Cass return, relieved that they both survived after sensing the giant energy spike in the village those two were in.

Leave it to them to happen to be in the one place that trouble manages to be in. they both think, grinning and sighing.

Tiamat's conscious focused in on the bird again, focusing all of its power back into its base form. The storm behind it began to spread to the sides, not only in a line behind the bird, and it began to reach east and west, into the far ends of the cities and villages. About a third of Ethrin became engulfed by a large grey, swirling cloud. But Tiamat was nowhere near over. This calamity was the first of many to come. But first, Tiamat had to regain a mortal form, so it began to the center of all of Ethrin. The king's palace. It flew quickly passed all the cities and the mortified people within them, entering through a window in the palace. It zipped and swivelled through the twisting halls until it flew into the throne room. All it needed to gain a physical form was a drop of royal blood.