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Post by stormshadow14 on Jul 27, 2020 5:37:46 GMT 8
Irral, The First Son The streak of Gold and harps screamed through the air, arcing and weaving through the great city of Dragons' skyline as it raced to the Crystal Palace of Light. Huge spires of Draconian blessed concrete and metal, with architecture reminiscent of Colonial France and Gothic Rome. The masterpieces of all the centuries of Man culminated together in the awe-inspiring sight that was the palace. However, as beautiful and magnificent as it was, most of the important business all took part in an unseemly tower in the west wing, rather than the main keep where Light kept her Throne Room. Irral, of course, cared not for protocol - he was above it. He flew straight to the administration tower and landed on the balcony leading to the dining hall. The Guards, two Green Dragon younglings, stiffened to rigid attention as Irral landed in front of them, and stared at them for a moment before proceeding into the room, opening and closing the doors silently. The Sound of harps still rang in their ears, and one shivered gently after the door closed. Leaving the dining hall, Irral turned left, then right, down a flight of stairs, another left, down one more flight, and then a right. The first door on the right was his personal study. A room that shimmered and flexed as he entered, suiting his needs in real time. He currently needed a study, with a desk and a chair to sit and contemplate the fight he'd just finished. He stared at the rows of crystals that formed his personal library. Each one with a millennium of information he'd gathered through is life and even one crystal, stained black, of his experiences as a prisoner of Draco - whatever he could remember. Another, just next to it, with the feather of a Macaw tied loosely to it. He sat in his chair, and grabbed an empty crystal diary, beginning to speak into it, he recounted the events that had unfolded. The finding out of the Red's connection to Draco, hunting them down, finding and fighting them, and the conclusion of the battle. "In the end, I was unable to find out any information regarding the Shadow Lord. His corruption still plagues me, makes my power unstable and dangerous, even to myself. What was supposed to be two corpses of pure gold exploded and showered the land in flakes of my triumph. I fear there may not be a way to get rid of the Corruption from my soul... Even the All-Mother can't do it. I am unsure as to what to do... for now."He set the crystal down and leaned back into his chair. His armor glowed and faded, an almost digital nature to the dissipation as it revealed a comfortable set of robes that he wore under the armor. They were tight and body-gripping, allowing him to not get caught on the joints of the armor. With a wave of his hand those vanished too and were replaced with loose fitting robes better suited to lounging. Long, flowing, and a beautiful blend of white and gold trim and main fabric. Irral fell silent and still, lost in thought as he bathed in the sunlight coming through the window in front of him and his desk. |
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Post by Princess Awinita on Jul 28, 2020 11:41:39 GMT 8
As Irral began to relax as much as he really could be able to relax. A beautiful multicolored bird fell off her perch as the Phoenix plopped to the group with a very cute 'plop' noise followed by a well rested, and very much needed, yawn. "Is it morning already ?" The girl asked as she wandered over to where Irral sat, at that moment of course she was the size of a common sparrow, quite small. knot even knee high, ah yes, Eagle Empire magic allowed its people to become as small as swallows or Cardinals, to as large as Golden or Silver Eagles.
In Henriettas case, it allowed hetr to get as small as a parakeet if she wanted to. Even trhough she could get as big as a human, somehow, Henrietta felt safest being so small because of who Irral was, he saved her life. And she had no idea how to repay him for such an act of love out of his heart. So, it was quite comical for a 6 inch tyall human looking woman with long brown hair with golden feathers tangled in it suddenly start climbing onto Irrals left foot and then waiting for him to lower a gentle hand to her for her tpo climb into to reach the desk.
Sure she could have just flown up there, but she preferred recently to walk. "Is breakfast ready ?" Came the soft chirp of her voice.
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Post by stormshadow14 on Jul 29, 2020 16:22:57 GMT 8
As Irral began to relax as much as he really could be able to relax. A beautiful multicolored bird fell off her perch as the Phoenix plopped to the group with a very cute 'plop' noise followed by a well rested, and very much needed, yawn. "Is it morning already ?" The girl asked as she wandered over to where Irral sat, at that moment of course she was the size of a common sparrow, quite small. knot even knee high, ah yes, Eagle Empire magic allowed its people to become as small as swallows or Cardinals, to as large as Golden or Silver Eagles. In Henriettas case, it allowed hetr to get as small as a parakeet if she wanted to. Even trhough she could get as big as a human, somehow, Henrietta felt safest being so small because of who Irral was, he saved her life. And she had no idea how to repay him for such an act of love out of his heart. So, it was quite comical for a 6 inch tyall human looking woman with long brown hair with golden feathers tangled in it suddenly start climbing onto Irrals left foot and then waiting for him to lower a gentle hand to her for her tpo climb into to reach the desk. Sure she could have just flown up there, but she preferred recently to walk. "Is breakfast ready ?" Came the soft chirp of her voice. The hand came down quickly, picking up the smaller woman and placing her on the desk at the same time as he put down the Diary Crystal, looking at her with a small smile. "No, pretty bird. It is not ready yet. I have just returned from my hunt.... it proved unhelpful." He sounded almost discouraged from the fact. The smell of food however was wafting through the wing as the cooks and servants prepared the meal. Normally, Henrietta was the size of a normal woman, still half-as tall as his gargantuan sized self, but then, Draconian Magic had it's limits. And as large and powerful as he was, Irral was twelve feet in height. Any smaller and his Mass would begin to prove damaging to the world around him. He reached over to his "pet" Phoenix, ever-so-gently booping her in the belly with his pinky finger. "How did you sleep?" he asked her gently. One thing anyone would immediately notice about Irral, is that despite his monstrous, god-like power, all the corruption and abuse and trauma he'd been through, he was extremely protective of, and gentle with, Henrietta. To him, she was made of the most fragile porcelain, a treasure to be protected at all costs. He had fought in the Clan Wars, on the side protecting the Phoenix Clan from extinction - he failed. At least, he thought he did, until it was revealed that she was not just a Macaw, but a Phoenix. Finding out only made him more protective. As Old Man Joe, she was his reason for living - keeping her alive was his call to wake up each day. Now that he was back to his old self, mostly, he had more to live for - but she still was one of his most important reasons. |
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Post by Princess Awinita on Aug 3, 2020 10:01:41 GMT 8
Once upon the desk surface, Henrietta cast a thoughtful glance towards Irral. He hadnt found the answers he sought ? This could end up being a problem couldnt it ? thje smell of food being cooked came to her nose and made her drool just a bit before she smirked as Irrals pinky, which was easily at that moment twice her size gently poked her stomach. "I slept good, I never heard you leave. Though I trhink your coming back and stuff moving around woke me up." She said nothing further on how his hunt went.
Then a thought occured to her. "What about the girl who helped us back in the Mortal Realm ??" She meant Xeir's daughter, Princess Elizabeth. Who through some way managed to cure both Irral and Henrietta from their cursed forms of Old Man Joe and a really ugly {at least to Henrietta} Makaw.
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