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( closed ) | watch it grow, child of war
Character(s): Lauralae and Alucard
Status: Closed
Location(s): Forests outside Krimnos
Date(s) A few days after Memento Mori ressurection
About: Dragon egg and also cool new powers
Warnings: N/A yet
Lauralae is not the kind of creature prone to pacing, but she feels the urge to do it now, a twitch in her leg as she sits under a tree.
Rav'ahm is perched high in the branches, taking advantage of his new ability to communicate with her silently; sometimes it is as though he is singing, soft noises in the back of her mind, the kind that had her wanting to scratch her ears off at first. The voice in her mind had not been her own and after experiences with the ritual, with the dragon, with all of it, she was sure she was losing herself to madness. It was only the quiet, careful calm and the familiarity with her that led to her realising it was him - her companion.
She doesn't yet consider him a friend. It is too strange and unusual for her to think like this.
Reaching careful hands, covered again with gloves, she strokes against the bag at her side, feeling the weight of the egg she has carried with her since she woke up on the shore. Sometimes she thinks it is warmer than it used to be, that it is growing, that it might hatch, and at other times she thinks she is foolish herself with her own hopes and desires. She wants to see it, wants to watch it come forth and see her, to consider what she might do with it - feed it, care for it, raise it, something of the sort. Something that Myr would be proud of her for.
Breathing out, she tilts her head back and frowns, waiting. Alucard will be here soon: he promised.
Status: Closed
Location(s): Forests outside Krimnos
Date(s) A few days after Memento Mori ressurection
About: Dragon egg and also cool new powers
Warnings: N/A yet
Lauralae is not the kind of creature prone to pacing, but she feels the urge to do it now, a twitch in her leg as she sits under a tree.
Rav'ahm is perched high in the branches, taking advantage of his new ability to communicate with her silently; sometimes it is as though he is singing, soft noises in the back of her mind, the kind that had her wanting to scratch her ears off at first. The voice in her mind had not been her own and after experiences with the ritual, with the dragon, with all of it, she was sure she was losing herself to madness. It was only the quiet, careful calm and the familiarity with her that led to her realising it was him - her companion.
She doesn't yet consider him a friend. It is too strange and unusual for her to think like this.
Reaching careful hands, covered again with gloves, she strokes against the bag at her side, feeling the weight of the egg she has carried with her since she woke up on the shore. Sometimes she thinks it is warmer than it used to be, that it is growing, that it might hatch, and at other times she thinks she is foolish herself with her own hopes and desires. She wants to see it, wants to watch it come forth and see her, to consider what she might do with it - feed it, care for it, raise it, something of the sort. Something that Myr would be proud of her for.
Breathing out, she tilts her head back and frowns, waiting. Alucard will be here soon: he promised.