((OOC: I’m practicing longer posts, the first one is always the easiest… Please post more then 150 words here.))
For Aether Draka the city of Cascadia, and in fact any place that seemed to have any sort of waterfall, was quickly associated with angels. In her time in this land she had met more demonic creatures then angelic, and they were to be found practically anywhere. But those of Angelic blood were always found by some sort of waterfall. The very first being of such she had met was a half-angel who called himself Gregory Faust. She had not told him her name until their last parting though, their second parting. He was changed a bit by that parting, very different from when they had met that time. He said years had passed… but they hadn’t. It had only been a shot time and she didn’t feel as if it had really helped her at all. The second had been a half-angel also, a girl who she explored some caves behind a waterfall with. It hadn't been this waterfal though.
She had been only walking for a short time, appearing from the shadows cast in the trees nearby. The sound of the rushing water had brought her here. Now she stood at the top of the falls, the water rushing down to met, from what she could see, only mist. She had been here before and so now her gaze shifted to the opposite side of the falls where a statue stood. Stories abounded about that statue, some great hero or something. Her gaze then went to the sky. The sun would be setting soon. But there was still a good bit of light. To practice then. That was why she was here after all.
Up and down the bank was mostly trees, but there, over by that bit of an outcrop, was a patch of sand peppered with some branches, stray leaves, and other bits of debris. She went over there, not worrying about being quiet. She wouldn’t be heard over the roar of the falls anyways and she also hoped that no one would be about here so late, or for the creatures of the night, so early. Reaching the spot, she set to clearing away some of the bigger sticks, some of the more annoying debris, and smoothing out the slightly damp sand. Once she had cleared a spot she sat down cross-legged with the blank spot in the sand before her. She shrugged off her backpack and set it in her lap in order to try and look through it. She shook her head and decided to just dump the chaos of her bag out on the sand. A glass bottle thumped on the ground, red liquid shimmering inside it, a fly dragon zipped out and landed on her shoulder, a book thumped by the bottle, flopping over on it’s cover. A few random trinkets tumbled out to shimmer in the sand, coins just tossed in the mess as she had no coin purse on her hip. She was quick to rescue feathers, all too big to be normal feathers. They shimmered with a light of their own, even the black one. Two of them, the black one and a shining white one, belonged to full blooded angels. The iridescent white one belonged to a half angel. None were broken or damaged in any way and all had been gifts. She took one of the scraps of clothing, a wrinkled but clean white blouse, and wrapped them up carefully. Pulling together the other clothing she stuffed them back into the bottom of her bag and carefully added the wrapped feathers. As she did so, the tiny dragon chided her for making a mess and why she simply didn’t ask him what she was looking for. He did spend a lot of time in there. No one could have heard the dragon though, as he spoke telepathically to her. She paused and turned her head to look at the creature.
“You also sleep a lot. You can gather up the hoard if you want. I might miss something.” She said, gesturing to the trinkets, coins and other shinnies she had dumped in the sand. The fly dragon looked at her with wide eyes and did just that with an almost indignant tone, as if, how dare she even suggest that something of his own hoard would be left behind! AD grinned and shook her head at the tiny dragon who had been with her from the moment she came to Imythess.
Soon all that was left in the sand was a bottle and a book. AD picked up the bottle and held it up. She had forgotten she had this. One sip was supposed to help you with your luck. If she had remembered it when she needed to have Raven summoned… She shook her head. She remembered it now, and it might be needed with some of this spell work she was struggling through. She was no natural mage and it actually took her a long time to get something to work right. She was better at in now though, as the shadows helped her.
She set the bottle on the top of her open bag that lay to her right. She then looked to her side, by her dagger was a thin sheath with a wand in it. After fishing out the wand and tucking it behind her ear, she retrieved the book. She dusted the sand off its cover and set it in her lap. Opening the book she ran her finger down the lines of text to find where she had been reading last. Meanwhile the fly dragon zipped back and forth, gathering up all the smaller items that had tumbled out into the sand. Finding the spot she had been reading before she once more began to read, her finger tracing along the row as she whispered the words to herself. She turned the page then and came upon a list of symbols. She frowned as she looked at the symbols and removed the wand from behind her ear. Looking at the sand before her she ran the side of her hand across it to smooth it out once more and then attempted to scribe the symbols lightly in the sand with her wand tip.
How long has it been sense Sujin traveled this world? Sujin has been gone for a long time, and in that time he has come to terms with himself, no longer did he hate his mother or dragon kin. The young immortal found that true peace would never be his, but chaos… chaos would be his own form of peace. The element of flame, chaotic and destructive, yet in the very same breath flame can be life giving and comforting. Sujin has modeled himself after the very essence of flame. He himself once depended on fire to keep him alive, yet… after time has passed in the plane of fire… flame itself has come to depend upon Sujin’s chaotic and uncontrollable soul.
Where is Sujin’s first appearance back in the land of Imythess… the last place he appeared of course. Sujin stood at the base of the massive waterfall that dwarfed all others in existence. This waterfall was in a city, the cities name being Cascadia the city of waterfalls. Sujin met a vampire here long ago… a female, the female of course craved unimaginable power, and she wished to receive that strength from the statue that stood above this massive waterfall… over looking the city and its people. The young immortal grinned, remembering the time when he attempted to cut the statue down with his blade. Of course it did not work… but Sujin enjoyed attempting. It was now however that Sujin undoubtedly could smash the statue to dust being that his strength tripled.
On his shoulder, rest Sujin’s fly dragon. He was rather large to be a fly dragon but Sujin figured it was because of his breed. His name was Thex, and Sujin found his egg on his travels to the plane of fire. He was a crystal dragon, which was evident by his sleek shining body, and the bulging gem like scales that are placed about his body. Sujin enjoyed his friendship, and he was loyal to the end, willing to give up his life if it saved Sujin’s… the young immortal of course felt the same. His larger Steel Dragon… another rare breed, Sujin also found and hatched in his travels in the outer realm, its name was Baerthor; massive by all standards, larger than even most adult dragons while Baer is only a few years old.
The young immortal looked up the waterfall and sighed. Flexing the muscles in his legs, the young immortal leaped up the side of the waterfall until of course he landed on the bank. Looking at the statue, the young immortal smirked once again… good times they where. “Sujin… there is another up here.” Spoke Thex in their telepathic link. Curious, Sujin looked off towards the direction Thex indicated, and the face he saw he couldn’t believe. “AD?” Sujin called out, wondering if the person he saw just a few feet up the bank was in fact his little friend.
The first few symbols she was familiar with and they came easy. The next ones were harder and she messed up almost immediately. Annoyance crossed through her mind and she nearly tossed the book and wand away. Instead, her grip tightened on the wand for a moment and her fingertips turned white. She then sighed through clenched teeth, sat up and took a breath. She could do this, as hard as it was, she knew she could do it. Leaning over she simply wiped the offending symbols completely away and was about to rewrite them when a sound that wasn’t the water reached her. The sound of her name rang out over the water and, instinctively, she looked up. For a moment she just sat there, her gaze looking for the source of the sound. Then she saw someone and for a moment she just sat there. Then it clicked, that was someone she knew! He had been the one to show her how to get into Taras, and he could breath fire even. Wait… She felt herself freeze, her entire body locking up for a moment… what was his name?
“Sujin?” She called back. She was sure that had to be his name, only after she said it did she realize she could have checked, the bit of paper was still in her bag, the wanted poster. They didn’t know him at all though, so she considered the poster invalid. He had been very nice to her, even gave her some food. AD set the book aside, setting the wand in the open pages to keep her place, and rose to her feet. She took a moment to dust the damp sand off her pants, as she discovered that they let her move easier then her skirts had, and Raven wasn’t the one choosing what she was to wear. She was wearing mostly black and dark green. Looking back over to where Sujin stood across the river, by the statue. How long had he been there? She waved anyways. “Hi Sujin!”
Turin looked up from where he was placing things back in her bag and suddenly zipped over to her shoulder, hiding himself behind her hair. He peered out from under her ear. There’s another fly dragon over there… Turin told her telepathically.
“There probably was one with him before too.” She told her fly dragon in draconic. “You probably slept through most of it.”
Just because you don’t sleep doesn’t mean I sleep too much! He protested. AD reached up and pet him.
“I’m teasing Turin.” She soothed him.
Alright… He sounded less upset to her, as far as anything sounds telepathically. He ducked back under her hair though and she looked back across the river and wondered what to do about this new predicament. She wasn’t in the mood to just yell back and forth across the river, not over the falls. She might loose her voice or something equally silly. Swimming just wouldn’t work, as she wasn’t that great of a swimmer to begin with and the water was swiftly going right over a cliff not more then ten yards from where she stood...
OOC: EDIT: Abandoned... let me know if you want to do another thread, but it seems as if you have vanished on me... :(