forum The knight is a dragon and the princess really hates shoes in this one // private with my Bro

Started October 26, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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@Dances_with_Shadows-is-stress me to bitch but maybe drAGONS can help

eyyyy

I call dragon

why does that not surprise me at all. you know, never mind the fact that i was gonna offer you the dragon. which of your dragons? or a new dragon? and do we want a temp or?

also. dyou. want to do a kind of lazy reply one. like mars. bcs boi am i tired

lazy reply

and I'm gonna make a new one

fuck yeah

so temp or no?

temp

you got one or dyou want me to fish up one from somewhere on my sister's computer?

I've got one in my notes

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Sexuality:
Looks:
Tattoos:
Piercings/jewelry:
Scars/distinguishing marks:
Preferred style of clothing:
Personality:
Background:
Magic:

ilysm

aw, ily2

But I have that one as a default, so it's not hard to grab

i never remember to save temps rip

age range?

hmm, older, probably

Incredibly late teens, early twenties?

gotcha gotcha gotcha

Name: Alinta “Ali” Cadeyrn
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Sexuality: Not entirely sure, kind of just sees where attraction and love take her.
Looks: Inherited her father’s European looks when it came to her hair and skin. Light blonde hair, that she used to have cut short to about her shoulders, but is now just below her shoulder blades. She keeps it up with anything she can when inside, chopsticks, knives, pencils, even a very sturdy quill once, but when outside, she likes to let it down. Her skin is pretty fair now, though when she gets to be in the sun, it gets a nice golden tan. She did, however, get her mother’s eyes(and magic), a deep gold that shimmers like liquid metal and sparks like a sword on an anvil when she’s mad.
5’3, short for her family and most people. She’s still got muscle from her time not in the palace, but is definitely softer now. Light curves, more slender than anything. Has impressive cheekbones.
Tattoos: Got a tattoo against her father’s wishes, of a tribal sort of dragon snaking up her side and along her back to rest it’s head on the opposite side, on her neck.
Piercings/jewelry: Ear lobes, both lower and upper, a helix in her right, and a nose stud. Also has her navel pierced.
Scars/distinguishing marks: Her entire right arm is heavily scarred, covered in burn scars and two handprints where the fire seemed to have emanated from. The tissue is so scarred the nerves are fried to the point she can’t feel anything, except for on the handprints, which are extremely sensitive ;). Has other various scars, and is missing part of her left pinky finger.
Preferred style of clothing: No shoes. Hates shoes. Loves things that are a bit too showy for a princess, but also good for running and mucking about in the woods. Trousers with rips in the sides that are crisscrossed with hand made lacing of string, and cropped or low cut shirts. If it shows off her tattoo, she’s in love with it. Wears a leather cord with one of her dragon’s teeth on it, from after it fell out. Refuses to let any of the ladies in waiting take it off.
Personality: Very similar to Irish. Brash and easy to anger, loves the outdoors and anything to do with dragons. Fiercely loyal to those who have earned her loyalty and loves passionately. ‘Made of stone and filled with fire’. She never backs down from something she believes in, and lives for the thrill of things.
Background: Princessss. Ran away when she was seventeen, only to be ‘kidnapped’ by a dragon. She spent a little over a year with her dragon before she was ‘rescued’ and returned.
Magic: Pyrokinesis, though her flames are gold like her eyes.

Name: Elijah Drako
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Sexuality: Demi
Looks

This. Silvery blue eyes like diamonds. Straight hair a naturaly grey-ish blonde color that frames his sharp cheekbones, which accentuate his equally sharp jawline. Straight nose, full lips with a slight pinkish color to them, pointed ears that hide behind his hair. Prominent collarbones and Adam's apple, ropes of blueish veins in his arms, knobby wrists and knuckles, lean but strong build, pale skin, 6'1. Can summon and dismiss his wings—the scaley parts are a silvery blue like his eyes while the sensitive membrane is snow white.

This bad boy. Easily two or three stories tall and two and a half times that height. Wingspan is massive. (You can tell how I don't like actual measurements)

Tattoos: This down the column of his spine and between his wings.
Piercings/jewelry: Bull nose ring, cuff earring on left ear and straight earring on right ear.
Scars/distinguishing marks: Scars along his back, some in the membrane of his wings, others on his stomach. All are copies of wounds he received as a dragon.
Preferred style of clothing: Leather jackets with a loose shirt and simple pants. Either that, or incredibly oversized and warm sweaters and sweatpants. Almost never wears shoes. Sometimes walks around with no shirt on because it's too hot (he's comfortable in cooler weather, anything considered mild to others is warm to him, warm is hot, and hot is unbearable).
Personality: Silent but incredibly protective, especially of his princess. Patient and kind, but relentless and cruel when need be. Rest is tbd
Background: Tbd
Magic: Ice ice baby

I lov him so much my baby

thank you!

bab

when should we start, and who should start?

I think maybe we should start when the knight is announced to the princess. I'm currently trying to get caught up on all of my rps, so if you'd be so kind…?

The arms holding onto her were vicelike, dragging her back and in the direction of what she assumed was some sort of transportation, even as she thrashed violently. "No! No, no, let me go! You have to let me go! I need to go back!" Despite her protests and shouts, she was dragged onwards, flames licking up her legs as she heated up quickly. Anger and terror was a violent storm inside of her, making the flames even harder to control. "I chose this, you have to let me-" A heavy blow to her head cut her off, her sight fading out of clarity and into black as she caught sight of one last thing. A flash of light off of scales.

Ali woke with a gasp, jerking up as her fingers grasped for the edges of the porcelain bathtub she was laying in. It's not happening. It's been almost a year. It took her a few moments to calm herself, remembering how the heat had gotten unbearable and she'd ducked away from the advisor talking her ear off to cool off. Her favorite place to do that was her empty bathtub, the porcelain cool to the touch and perfect for someone with fire racing through their veins. A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts, one of the new ladies in waiting calling meekly through the door that Ali was needed in the throne room.

So long, comfort. Let's hope this goes by quickly.

He had never done anything like this before, but he had to. The princess he had protected for years was stolen away, and he had sworn fealty to her. He couldn't give up on her so easily, no matter that it's been nearly a year and she was being protected by the castle guards. It took him forever to figure out a way to get in and close to the princess without being suspicious, but he finally found it. Today was the day.

Elijah stood at attention, waiting for Ali while she was being summoned. His armor was simple and not bulky compared to the other knights, but that was what he preferred. This human body wasn't built properly for that kind of armor, something he didn't mind. The thing was, however—would Ali recognize him?

Luckily, she was already mostly presentable. The ladies in waiting loved to huff about how sleeping in bathtubs was bad on her hair and back, but they knew that it helped her. They understood, somewhat, that she hadn’t been quite the same when she’d returned. The bathtub was the closest thing to Elijah’s comfortably chilling lack of body heat.

A quick change out of her trousers and into a dress , apparently chosen by her father, later, she was being escorted into the throne room, hair pinned elegantly up into a tightly braided up do. Ali kept her eyes forward, stubbornly refusing to look at the new knight until her curiosity inevitably got the best of her.

“Late, again.” The King muttered, standing in front of his throne. His advisor announced Ali to the room, and she waited for her father to sit before following suit, expression steely and eyes a bit duller than they used to be.

Elijah's eyes secretly followed Ali as she entered the throne room, shoulders tensing slightly at how dull and lifeless she looked. What have they done to her? This wasn't the girl he remembered, this was a broken husk of a woman who looked miserable. She wouldn't know who he was, at least until she looked into his eyes. That was the only feature that had carried over into his human form—which was a gift he had received from a faraway sorceress in order to do just this very thing to see his Ali again.

“Elijah Drako. I welcome you into my palace to pledge your loyalty to me and my family, the last step you must take to becoming a knight.” The King said, voice loud and commanding, just loud enough to carry through the room though. He stood, casting a slightly worried glance at his daughter, who was looking elsewhere and fiddling with the dragon tooth around her neck. He accepted a show sword from the guard on standby, stepping towards Elijah and nodding for him to kneel. “Do you, Elijah Drako, accept these terms and wish to take the oath?”