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Latayel || Fire Fae || M: Sylphrena, Ivan, Others The storm’s rhythm had become a constant companion, its drumming against the cave’s entrance a steady reminder of the world outside. Ivan stood at the mouth of the cave, his silhouette framed by the flickering firelight and the occasional flash of lightning. His gaze was fixed on the tempest beyond, eyes narrowed, as if trying to decipher the secrets hidden within the swirling clouds. Latayel moved through the cave with practiced grace, her steps silent against the damp stone. She had always been attuned to the subtle shifts in the air, the way tension could thicken a room or the way unease could ripple through a group like a gust of wind. Tonight, the cave was heavy with both. As she approached Ivan, she noticed Sylphrena nearby, the Air Fae's presence as light as a breeze. It seemed none of them were comfortable with the dragons, though Neasa had approached Cyra back near the fire. Crazy woman -- but highly respectable, nonetheless. Averting her gaze and turning back to Syl and Ivan, Latayel crossed her arms. "The storm shows no signs of relenting," she said, her voice low. "But I sense it's not just the weather that weighs on you, Ivan." Ivan didn't respond immediately, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with a weariness that matched the storm's persistence. "It's not the storm," he admitted. "It's the calm that follows I'm concerned about. Dragons, monsters, foraging for anything useful in the wake of this mess,..." Latayel nodded, understanding the unspoken fears that lingered in the aftermath of battles and uneasy alliances. She glanced at Sylphrena before settling her fist on her hip and cocking a knee. "Well, at least we all survived our first little skirmish. What fun it was, hmm? I do hope we don't get a repeat of that any time soon, but I wouldn't be terribly surprised if the storm hardly has an affect on the monsters. Who knows; maybe they move faster within it, and we're all sitting ducks." |
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Tezzaria Vo'Mir (Fire Dragon), Mystaria (Water Dragon) || M: Cyra'analeth, Neasa, Sionnachán(dir), Those within The Cave .~. Casting a glare at the ground, Teza sighed roughly, letting out a puff of smoke. She stood grumbling at her stiff limbs as she stretched, angling her head, and allowing heat to coil in her throat. The glow from her scales illuminated the carved-out space she occupied. Pointing her nose to the ground, she blasted the rock under her feet as she carefully turned in a circle. Once satisfied the rock had been heated enough, Teza settled back onto her belly, sighing happily as the heat warmed her scales once more. One could say it would be akin to lying on lava rocks, but that is what she liked. This cursed storm had not just brought a level of moisture uncomfortable for a fire dragon, but also dropped the temperature to levels Teza would normally avoid. Her eyes, like embers, turned their glare to the rain she could spot like a haze outside the cave mouth. How she loathed storms; they were always such a nuisance. Voices echoed within the cave, drawing her attention to the two who'd been their leaders of this odd alliance. Cyra and...Neasa, she believed, the earth fae was either really brave getting so close to the solar dragon, or really stupid. Either way, she narrowed her eyes at the two; it looked like the fae woman had suggested something Cyra wasn't keen on. She huffed, well, not that it involved her currently, so what did she care? Dropping her head onto her front legs, Teza curled her tail around herself and settled in. Briefly hoping the storm let up soon, if she was cooped up in here any longer with so many fae, she was likely to kill one. . Faint noises from within the cave reached her from her spot at the entrance, making Myst frown. Could they seriously not wait out a storm together? She sighed, glancing one last time at the horizon, not that she'd be able to really see anything, though. Her eyesight on land wasn't a strong suit of hers, something she hated with this current situation. But hearing and smell, there wasn't much she could miss in that regard. Turning, she shook off the layer of water that clung to her scales, revealing herself as she entered the cave. Myst kept her wings folded close to her sides as she carefully moved between areas that others had claimed, avoiding the two fire dragons entirely. She found a spot close to their medic, they seemed to be neutral about this current arrangement. But that wasn't too much of a surprise, he didn't seem like the type to really have strong opinions about such small things. Myst shook her head before settling down, her tail hanging over into the small pool of water as her gaze wandered. Assessing the fae that she could see, some tended their weapons and equipment, while others sat idle, waiting. Then there were the dragons, most seemed to simply choose to settle in a spot and wait out the storm in silence. Then again, she couldn't see some of the other dragons, only smell them and hear their breathing. A light caught her eye, and she was able to make out one of the fire dragons heating the stone she had laid on, likely trying to stay warm with the storm's lower temperatures. Understandable, tho she couldn't empathize, considering she was perfectly comfortable. Myst glanced at the only other creature within the cave that had a connection to water, Shoteka. He looked so stiff and unapproachable in the dark, "pft" Myst smirked with a puff of air. Although she got the sense he was more distant than usual, ever since they had joined forces and started their hunt. Perhaps he simply had alot of his mind she thought, before letting her head rest on the cool ground. Something to worry about later. |
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Sylphrena(Air Fae) || M: Ivan & Latayel(dir), Those within The Cave .~. Choosing to remain silent as she approached the two fae at the cave mouth, dipping her head as she slid to the ground. Leaning her head against the wall, she glanced over as the woman spoke. Sylph couldn't help but agree with Ivan's response. "I agree with him, the storm is the least of our worries right now. It's what comes after and our uneasy allies" she muttered, her voice almost a whisper as she cast her gaze to the rain. Stiffening when she noticed a shape just outside the cave move, she hesitated when it revealed itself to simply be a dragon. The only water dragon to have joined the group, not to be confused with the ice dragon, who lurked further within the cave. Sylph watched the blue-scaled beast carefully pick her way past others, she seemed like one of the more approachable. But despite that, Sylph would still prefer to keep her distance. . She glanced at Latayel with a shake of her head, "I wouldn't call it fun, but yes, I think many of us share that sentiment." She hesitated, considering speaking further, but instead clamped her mouth shut. There wasn't much point in most idle chatter anyway, besides, they probably would rather not. Sylph sighed and shook her head, "based on how long we've been here without any sign of the monsters, I'd wager they care not for the storm nor for chasing us down at the moment". She paused, glancing at the rain as a thought occurred. "What if they're being controlled? A mindless beast normally would chase its prey until it made the kill, but these beasts seemed to simply return to their route. Like they were following orders or something," she rambled, unease and fear rising in her throat as she thought of the notion. If that was the case, then this was so much bigger than any of them had thought. |
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Tourmaline (Earth Fae) || M: Cyra and Neasa (Semi-indirect?), those within the cave
At the sound of quiet footsteps on the ground, Tourmaline looked up. While her lay of the land so to speak wasn’t quite as strong within the confines of the cave, it afforded her enough awareness. Through the dim light of the cave, squinting slightly as her eyes were still adjusted to the bright crackle of the flame, she could see Neasa moving towards the large, fire dragoness.
Although she couldn’t pick out anything aside from a few murmured words, years of mercantile negotiations (and simple common sense) had her picking out the tension between the two. She stalled her motions against her dagger, considering if she wished to simply stare outright or be more inconspicuous. A glance around the low light as she considered her options revealed… not much. The last traces of the forest afforded her few things within this cave and an ability to see easily within the dark was not one of them.
In this moment she wished to push her way to the entrance of the cave, seek out what craggy trees clung to the mountainside and find solace beneath their stubborn boughs. Alas, the entrance of the cave held multiple silhouettes she had no desire to scoot past and the thin few trees outside could hardly provide enough cover to give up her spot in the cave.
With a sigh, she lowered her dagger, forgoing her normally more unobtrusive methods of detection and choosing to stare directly at the pair of leaders, waiting for one of them to do or announce something, anything. |
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Delkarhn | ¤Nightmare (Air) Dragon¤ | M: Those in the cave, Cyra'Analeth (ind) "You know... Chances are those things simply can't be stopped. We beat them once before and look where it has gotten us. I'd say, we just hand over the weaker links here to tide them over. Let the rest of us move on with our lives with a little less... inconvenience." Delkarhn practically drawled on, his eyes shut in a manner that radiated smugness. His claws idly tapped the ground beneath where he was currently nestled into the indent of the cave floor, a few of his black tentacle like appendages seeping out from between his exposed ribs as they slithered and wrapped around nothing in particular. "It'd sure save us the trouble later of having to look out and save any of those here who are incompetent to say in the least." He snarkily growled, a couple of his eyes opening as he eyed mainly the faes within the cave. He would've loved to admit that he was simply hungry. Wishing for an easy snack while everyone was already down and beaten, lacking the energy they'd need to fend him off. But that one presence held him from doing so in that moment. Those vibrant scales... the fiery eyes. How he loathed she was every part everything he wished to avoid in his existence. Of course she just had to be the one in charge of this festering shitshow of a truce. He avoided gazing in Cyra'Analeth's direction, knowing exactly what he might find, instead, fixing his gaze to the mouth of the cave as the rain continued to pour relentlessly. "...And who's to say how long we are to be stuck here. Maybe it'd be a positive with less mouths to feed-" He decided to continue, baring his fangs in a menacing manner as his long winding tongue hung out a little, glistening with his vile spit. If he couldn't eat physically... Then he'd simply tide himself over on the unease and fear he could practically taste lingering in the air. |
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Neasa | Earth Fae | Leader | Mentions: Cyra’Analeth, Illaloshal, Tourmaline, Sylphrena. Ivan, Mystaria (D) Neasa tilted her head slightly, gaze unwavering as she looked upon Cyra’Analeth. Her heart felt like a stone in her chest, each beat heavy beneath the weight of command and the fire dragon’s withering disdain. The scent of smoke slithered toward her; she inhaled deeply, letting it burn. “I didn’t come for permission,” she said, voice even. “I came for clarity.” Her pulse had picked up, but her posture held steady, face unreadable. Her gaze stayed locked beneath the dragoness’s firelit stare. A flicker of lightning split the sky beyond the cave mouth, casting her shadow long and jagged across the stone. “You are right - you're not my shield, but you're not a bystander, either. You were appointed with me – whether you like it or not – and if we’re to make it out of these mountains without another grave to dig, then we both make decisions.” She paused, her voice dipping quieter. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t expect your trust. But I will expect you to act like the leader you are.” Then, without waiting for a reply – though she knew one would come – Neasa turned just enough to let her voice carry cleanly through the cavern, slicing through the heavy tension. “Illaloshal. Tourmaline. Sylphrena. Ivan.” Her tone left no room for question. “You’ll go. I want eyes on the eastern slope. If there’s wildlife, track it. If there’s water, mark it. Take only what you need. We’ll need the rest if we move again.” Her gaze slid toward the cave’s outer edge, where shadow met the silver shimmer of rain. “Mystaria,” she called, tone tempered, but expectant, “your senses would serve us well. If you’re willing, we stand a better chance of finding water. If not, I’ll send another.” Outside of their respected elemental powers, the group was mostly composed of sharp-eyed scouts, but Neasa felt it necessary to include Ivan and Mystaria, skilled warriors whose presence could tip the balance if danger found the patrol. “This isn’t a regular patrol. No unnecessary risks,” Neasa said, her gaze sweeping steadily over the gathered faces. Her voice was cool, firm. “If you find something – game, shelter, danger – return. We can’t afford another body on the ground.”
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