Mythic RP: Rodran School for Mythics

[SolsticeWolf]

"Well..." Blythe snorted and changed back into his full Gryphon form, "Theres no need to be rude about the whole situation Gyrwn, I just asked you a simple question." He raised his eye brow and spoke in a stern voice; the voice he normally would use at his royal home, "After all you aren't the only one that can switch forms. Most mythics have the ability so it isn't anything special."

"I do hope after you put you misguided assumptions aside about me and my race we can become friends, Because I have nothing against you or Nathaniel." he stated as his voice became calm and collect as he turned to the only teacher so far to show up, "With do respect to you and the school sir when are we going to be let inside" He picked his head up hearing a cough and looked in all directions untill he saw a person approaching them, "Hey there... you going here too?"

Old gray looked almost disappointed at the way some felt about each other already,"mhmmm." He mutter to himself as he tried to figure out a way to guide the students down the right path before fights started, before switching to his half form; which could be compared to a Wolf Anthro. "Why such the rush to get into the school? Dont you want to wait for the others to arrive and meet them?"

[_midnight_]

Mizqa had stopped and looked up. It had taken him a few seconds to realise someone had yelled at him. Leaning forwards onto his walking cane, he stared at the people and noticed a gryphon standing amoungs them all of a sudden. His eyes enlarged a bit. He hadn't seen one since he was just a small child, but it was clear enough to him that this was, in fact, a gryphon allright.

When starting to move again, he coughed once more while reaching the people he presumed to be the students. "Goodday to all of you." he muttered before looking up at the gryphon. He scraped his throat and continued: "And I think you asked me whether i am a student too? Well," A small nod was made with his head, making the long beard wiggle a bit. "to answer you question, youngman, yes. Yes I am."

He gave a quick smile and leaned a bit more onto the walking cane when taking a look at the others. Even though he knew it would be a gathering of mystics, it was still a strange gathering to Mizqa, who had lived almost all of his life pretending to be a human. He hadn't had all too much contact with mystics during his life. Well, he had seen quite a few in Edinburgh, it was a big city after all, but he hadn't really talked to them or anything.

[CEPHEUS !]

E S T E N

Silence was golden, they said. It was an escape from the normal hustle and bustle of everyday life, the normalcy that she had come to expect. But, as yet another irritating adage went, familiarity breeds contempt, and there was no end to Esten's hatred of the constant noise of Milan. There was an essential, picturesque beauty to it, one that someone who lacked Esten's jaded eye and cynical views might be able to see. But Esten could not find it, not here, not ever. The drunks in the bars, the whores discreetly marketing their 'wares' on yonder street corner, the wailing children, the store owners standing outside trying to snag a potential customer's attention... it was all so repetitive, all so unoriginal, all so... boring. But now that was gone, replaced by the heavy silence that only thick stone walls, a locked door, and a home in the rich district of a city could afford.

Now that she had her silence, however, it was weighing down on her. It was one of those silences that could only be described as deafening, maddening. Perhaps there was something to the phrase 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Esten didn't miss the racket produced by the city streets, though. She would much prefer to remain in silence and solitude than go outside once more and face the multitudinous idiots who populated Milan, Italy. She smiled, a mirthless one, touched with irony and disgust. This disgust wasn't aimed at anyone out there, she knew; it wasn't that sort of disgust. No, it was the disgust that, in the thirty years she had spent here, Esten had fallen out of love with the city. When she had come here, hiding from the monsters who had given her species a bad name, caused all the prejudice she now faced, she had loved the city, loved the thousands who populated it. Looking back, perhaps all that had sold the city to her was the beauty of the impossibility to be tracked here. Who could find one person in the midst of thousands? It would be like trying to track a whif of one perfume through an incense store.

Her silence and contemplation was soon broken, however, when she caught the sound of the pitter-pattering of bare feet on the hard stone of the... castle, if one could call it such. It was more of a modern building in the style of a castle, but simply the word castle sounded much more impressive. Her suspicions were confirmed, that whoever this was would arrive at just the perfect moment to rescue her from her own thoughts, whenever an incessant banging came to her door. Wincing, bringing her forefingers to her temples for a moment, she closed her eyes. The exuberance of youth, she mused; and it'll last that much longer because of what he is. She looked down at her own hands; although marred by the occasional faint scar, they remained in appearance like that of a teenager. The price she had to pay, she supposed, for her birth heritage. Mythical creatures such as herself appeared to have a near-immortality, a gift that she did not think had wholly kind intentions.

Rising to her feet as the knocking increased in volume, she walked slowly to the door, attempting to fortify herself with assurances that whoever this was might take a subtle hint. Looking down, she found a small pageboy staring up at her, grinning as though he knew something important. "Letter for you, ma'am," he said, extending his hand to her. Esten snatched it from him, as though she feared he might take it away from her. Turning around, a quick gesture from over her shoulder signalling the boy to come in, she gazed at it intently for a moment, oddly colored eyes taking in every detail they could of it. "You gonna open it?" the boy questioned, obviously curious. Esten wheeled on him for this, her eyes now narrowed in suspicion.

"Do you know something of this letter?" she questioned, the promise of anger at the wrong answer in her eyes.

The boy didn't seem fazed; it was the problem with other dragons, she knew. They didn't frighten eachother, because they weren't allowed to hurt eachother. They had to stick together, the king said; they couldn't afford to lose any more of their number to internal squabbling whenever there was a real enemy outside their gates. "Nah, but the king said it was real urgent. Didn't tell me why, though; just said to take it to you immediately." He winked conspiratorially.

"Then the king has been reading my mail." Esten sighed, rolling her eyes skyward as the boy shuffled his feet and shrugged, grinning almost embarassedly as though attempting to make amends for the king's invasion of her privacy. "I suppose he has a right, with everything that's been going on in the past few months." The boy nodded, clearly relieved that any more tension had been avoided. Esten had been lying, of course; she did not feel that the king had any right to read her mail. It was her mail--if someone wanted the king to read it, then they would have addressed it to him!

Turning her back once more to him, she turned the letter over, revealing the wax seal that it bore. She could make out an insignia, but it held little interest to her. Knowing that the king had read it, she knew it had likely been distorted anyways. There would be little point in trying to understand what it meant. She slid a finger underneath the heavy parchment of the envelope, swiping it under the wax and breaking the seal cleanly in two. She tossed the now-useless envelope over her shoulder, scanned it quickly. She turned her gaze once more to the page, who seemed to be waiting expecantly. "Are you also curious as to what my mail says, or has the king given you more messages to carry?" she asked, her expression unreadable. Inwardly, she was intrigued, but she would not show that. It would simply pique the page's interest, and she had no desire for a second to be reading her mail.

The page nodded slightly, now looking a little confused himself. "Yep, he says this," here the boy cleared his throat as though saying something important (and to emphasize that, he puffed out his chest slightly in a humorous imitation of the king--Esten hid her smile). "'This idea is a worthy one; I highly suggest that you take it into consideration. As I have considerable faith in your diplomatic skills, I ask that, if you have no interest in learning more of your heritage, you go to help establish ties between our kingdom and the other species of mythical beings.'" The entire speech had been delivered in a surprisingly good imitation of the king's low, monotonous drawl; when he was finished, the boy grinned up at her, inviting her to share in his laugh at the king's self-centeredness.

This time Esten allowed herself a slight smile. "Very well," she said; "if that is the king's wish, then you may tell him that I will go. He knows I've been looking for a way out of this forsaken city anyways." The page's crooked grin widened, and he nodded even as he was dashing away. Turning around, closing her door, she smiled to herself. She did not particularly look forward to having to 'establish diplomatic ties with other mythical beings', but the concept sounded intriguing. She had to admit, she was curious about what would be taught. And so she turned around, stepped up to her wardrobe, and packed lightly, choosing the clothes that she had never been able to wear in court rather than the elegant dresses and outfits that she had been condemned to wear for so long.

She turned around, and looked at the empty hall that loomed before her wardrobe. Taking a deep breath to quell the nervous feelings that had crept into her stomach, she finished the last of her packing and closed her suitcase with a decisive click. Hefting it off her bed, silently thanking whichever maid had chosen to give her a wheeled suitcase, she hauled her clothing down the hall. "Well, here's to adventure," she muttered.

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Arriving at the school via a long train ride, Esten found herself standing in the middle of a massive courtyard. Staring upwards at the sky for a moment, her attention was drawn to more local things when she heard nearby voices. Her initial impression was one of silence and emptiness, and she had begun to wonder if she had arrived early. But now, there appeared to be five others standing nearby. Never too early to begin diplomatic endeavors, she thought, her thoughts having taken a turn for the worse when she realized that not one of them was a dragon like herself. That meant she might be required to overcome racial barriers, which was not something she looked forward to. Closing her eyes for a moment, she chose to forsake her draconic form for her human one for now, deciding it best to gauge these others' reaction to dragons before she revealed herself.

Instead of being her usual bold self, she fell back to tactful form. She made her presence known, stepping with confidence, but kept arrogance to a minimum. She opted to not initiate the conversation herself, but rather stood at a respectful distance, watching them. Her strange-colored eyes flicked over each one in turn, attempting to identify each's species. Putting on her best smile, she simply waited for others to notice her. There wasn't much else she felt comfortable doing.

[and you know that something is pathetically habitual when
you are doing it without realizing. in this case, I would be
referring to the addition of 'e s t e n' at the top of my post.

sorry it took so long. had the post going, lost it, and my will to
make the post took leave with my lost post. -le sigh- <.<;;]

[SolsticeWolf]

Blythe was shocked at first at being called young, the fact that he was around fifty years in age made him young for gryphon yes. He tilted his head to the side as he brushed the thought aside and smiled, “Well then it’s good to meet you sir. Looks like though we won’t be getting in anytime soon so we are biding our time chatting out here while we wait.”

He flicked his tuft ears as he sat back and scanned the crowd again that had gathered at the steps of the school, “So where you from?” Blythe asked in a curious manner wanting to find out about his fellow students. As then continued to talk his ear flicked to the sides hearing the footsteps of someone approach. He picked his clawed talon up from the ground and waved it in a friendly manor as he spoke in his thick Scottish accent, “Hello there.”

((Just checking what forms everyone is, so theres no confusion.))

[SolsticeWolf]

(My Second non NPC Character, This one is a another one of my PC characters, where as the the NPCs can be played by Shewulph or Myself. But if you are interested in a NPC just PM with your thoughts and I will happily look them over. Each member is allowed up to two PC characters and one NPC (If you do decide to have an NPC you will be told by ether Shewulph or I when you can use it, so we don't have random characters popping out of the wood work. lol )))
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Alias Name: Edward “Eddy” Jacob Blakeslee
Birth Name:Akhenaten
Title:None
Age:800 years old (23 in appearance)
Gender:Male
Race:Egyptian Jackal (Anubis like)
Eye Color:Left: Azure Blue / Right: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Black
Height:5’9” (Mythic Form: 6’0”)
Weight:
Birth Date:
Birth Place:

Personality:
Edward for the most is very silent and watchful of those around him, rarely good at making any friends because of his semi-immortality. He rather keeps people at a distance rather then get to know them fully, only talking to them if it was the utmost importance. Surprisingly though if you were to categorize him he isn’t normal for an Egyptian Jackal, he hates what he does; judging the dead got old for him long ago, after making a mistake and feeding a misjudged soul to Ammut, but he still did his job without protest even though he hated it. Being a pacifist Edward would step into the middle of a fight if in human form and he foresees that the outcome of a fight could put a human endanger.

History:

[earlyrose]

((Sorry of my absence of posts; I've been busy lately...))

Grywn huffed slightly at Blythe's reaction. Nathaniel smirked slightly, but stopped when she pursed her lips in an affronted manner. Peering round, he spotted two newcomers; he looked expectantly at Grywn to tell him what sort of mythics they were; in her time she had come across most of the worlds odd inhabitants. She lent over conspiritally (sp?), "The old man I believe to be a wraith; I sense his emotion sucking aura...," here she let a vague smile flick aross her face; she was looking forward to his reaction when he realised he could not take energy from her emotions: Elthos's emotions were completely different to humans, "and the other I take to be a dragon. I think. Am I glad; dragons tend to have a certain cycincalism I like."
Nathaniel regarded them both. To him, they were average humans. How Grywn had ever learned to tell a differance was a mystery to him. He smiled at the dragon.
"You're a student here, then?" he asked curiously, a slightly formal edge to his tone. Grywn felt like smirking again at Nathaniel's social skills- (You're a student here, then?) but restrained herself because he was looking decidedly nervous. Well, to be fair, he'd never come across so many mythic creatures at once; his assured self confidence was based on the fact he'd grown in a human society, and he had a superiorty over people that were awed by his gift. His cockiness was catching up with him now.

[SheWulph]

The wind stirred the sand lightly leaving a small mount next to Zartirra's paw. She wasn't paying much attention to it, even though the sand was burning hot, most humans and creatures would have headed to the nearest patch of shade or headed west from their towards the ocean a few miles off. To add to the heat it was mid day the height of summer. The sun was unforgiving hot, yet this didn't bother the Cerberus, for she was one of the creatures of the underground. Fire and heat would be nothing more then what she was used to.

Zartirra was oddly distracted that day, the bone she was chewing on (most likely antelope) lie discarded to one side. Her eyes (all three sets of them) were staring off towards the north.

"It is not like you will see the school from here, by staring." The voice sounded strange, well strange to anyone who never took the time to talk to a Cerberus (admittedly very few ever do), the voice echoed as it was spoken from three mouths at the same time.

Zartirra tilted her one head back to glance at her father, for he was the one that spoke. Her father was darker in color then she, where she was a copper tint with tan and cream tiger like stripes, he was more black with reddish stripes and considerable larger than his daughter.

It was a good thing that the Namibian desert didn't have many human inhabitants near its center. For seeing a Cerberus, not to mention two of them is broad daylight would have frighten them to death.

A deep sigh escaped Zartirra's mouths. "Why me though. I'm only a Gamma. There are probably others of our kind better suited to go to this school."

"We can't argue with the counsels decision. Maybe there is a reason. But you won't find it out sitting here all day." His voice was firm but yet not demanding.

Zartirra sighed again, "Then I should probable get ready to leave..."

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A few days latter Zartirra stood in front of the gates to the school. She looked at it as if it was an unforgiving gate to the abyss and sighed deeply. Her sigh sounded less echoing because she stood there is her human form. A girl of around the age of twenty with copper colored hair which was kept short.

After a few minutes just standing there she took a deep breath and walked through the gates up towards the school. She could see a few students from a distance, some she recognized at once such as the wolf and gryphon, though those in human form wasn't so easy to identify.

Yet she didn't care what they were. She just wanted to get the entire school thing behind her, with or without friends. Who would be friends with a Cerberus anyway, as this though crossed her mind she was glad that what every they are, they won't be able to recognize her kind while she was in human form. Only Egyptian Jackals, Hell Hounds or other Cerberuses would be able to sense what she was. Which was a good thing, for being a guardian of the dead it was to her advantage not to be noticed by the living for what she really was.

She approached the group slowly and stayed in the background. Not caring if she is noticed or not.

[_midnight_]

((As almost all the time, Mizqa is in his wraith-appearance, but disguised as an old man. The explaination would be findable in the beginning of the 'appearance'-part of my character sheet))

Mizqa had flashed a small smile when he saw Blythe's reaction hidden in the expression on his face and was just about to answer to the question he had been asked when he saw another person coming their way. A woman, he noticed. Another one who wouldn't show her real form. So far, he only knew about the gryphon, who didn't seem to bother hiding it. The others he didn't know yet. He doubted hightly any of them was truely human.
That was mostly because Mizqa didn't see humans as equal people. The mythics were more important and greater, he was fairly sure of that. And he couldn't really imagine of all the chosen ones, that a human would be chosen, it'd be plain silly.

He looked away from the woman and checked back at Blythe. "As I wanted to say, it is very good to meet you as well. Besides, as I was wondering, if you do not mind me asking, good sir, are you from Scotland perhaps?" The small smile again. He had learned most people saw a smile as a friendly gesture in first meetings and if there was one thing he didn't want was having an angry gryphon in front of him at the first day. "I recognise the accent in your voice. I'm from Edinburgh m'self."

"As for your question," Mizqa instantly continued, turning to Nathaniel, "I think all of us are students, no? I mean, assuming everybody here has received a letter since we all arrived at the same time. Or at least more or less, of course. I mean, it would be weird if we all arrived at exactly the same time."
He had opened his mouth to talk more, a small habit of him he had learned from the people in the old people home. Old people liked to talk. A lot. And so he would do so to be convincing. But he had stopped because he noticed another woman coming their way.

[CEPHEUS !]

Esten glanced at the gryphon, watching him for a moment. Many gryphons made no attempt to hide their animosity towards dragons. She was glad she was in her human form at the moment; it wouldn't do to make enemies right away, although she knew it would be inescapable at some point. For her part, Esten couldn't care about races so much as she cared about how they responded. The racial prejudices and jeers she had received in the past, all for something she had been unable to help, had left her bitter about the fact. Her eyes narrowed a fraction, her carefully composed expression unwavering besides those few contrary eye muscles. She could never help but wonder how these creatures would respond, faced with the same thing that they placed on her. Would they think it fair? Or would they respond in the same way? Perhaps they would refuse to contemplate it, because it would seem beside the point to him. Maybe that would only be an excuse, a reason to excuse their lack of explanation. They wouldn't know, couldn't understand, unless they were faced with the same dilemma. It would be impossible for them to comprehend, with their narrow view of the world.

In her silence, she realized she had not answered the gryphon, and it had responded nearly two minutes ago. Forming a carefully practiced grin--half-hearted, apparently embarassed--she nodded her head, choosing not to speak. She knew her voice would be a give-away. Because she did not often leave the castle in Milan, she had never altered her voice to sound human; it was exactly the same as it was in her draconic form. Her voice sounded in multiple tones--alto, tenor, bass, soprano... all were musical sounding voices, but they had the nasty tendency of intimidating some. And she wouldn't do that. Not yet, at least, not when she was still uncertain of how this gryphon would treat her knowing what she was. Fair weather friends had no place in her view; they were worthless, less than scum. She had scraped things off her shoes that she would respect more than this gryphon, should he choose to hold to the racial prejudices. Although outwardly she smiled, inwardly she was fortifying herself, biting her tongue slightly to prevent any rash words that might escape her.

She glanced at Nathaniel and the strange woman who stood beside him. Although she could not sense the nature of the woman, the boy was blatantly human. The way he carried himself, the plain appearance... although some mythical creatures took a strange pleasure in choosing average forms, he also emanated a certain aura of ignorance that left her torn between conceited disgust and amusement at his expense. Regardless of her training and diplomatic knowledge, she could not help her grin taking on a wicked tinge to it as he leaned towards the strange woman. Although the woman seemed more experienced than him, she was far too familiar with this arrangement. How many times in the past had she felt the king was annoyingly incompetent, too reliant on her and her loyalties to solve his own problems? She found herself pitying the odd woman, although she did not display it outwardly. She did not yet understand any of these creatures and how they might respond; sympathy might be something that the woman did not desire, and might even go so far as to insult and alienate her.

Her attention was caught when the woman leaned forward, as though imparting a great secret to the boy. Although she appeared human, Esten had never opted to alter anything else besides that fact. Her senses remained just as enhanced as they were in her draconic form, and so she heard the words, even if they did require a little concentration. Her grin faded momentarily as she heard the woman, her eyes widening infintesimally. Of course, her carefully constructed facade was in place once more in the next second, and she chose this as the time to speak. "If I may be so bold as to ask, might I inquire as to why you think so?" she asked, a wickedly amused look spreading across her features, the formality of her words belied by the humor in her multi-toned voice. She left it up to interpretation, whether they assumed she was correct; she had not denied it, but she did not confirm it either. It told a lot about a person, she knew, to see which conclusion they would jump to first.

The secret was out now, and she saw no reason to avoid speaking now. She turned her eyes to the gryphon, having caught the question he had asked previously. "If you'll forgive my unintentional eavesdropping, I am from Milan, Italy." She swept her eyes over the architecture and surrounding land, scrutinizing it carefully. Although the ground were kept and the buildings neat and orderly, they remained alien to her. Not because she had never seen them before, but because of the unnatural silence that enveloped the place. So few people were here... she wondered if she had arrived early, or if the number of mythicals had simply continued on the downwards slope. She had known their populations were on the decline, but, as she had to admit, she had not thought there had been such a drastic drop as to limit them to this many. Frowning slightly, she turned. "Very different from the city, I must say." It's yet to be seen whether or not this change is for the better.

She turned her gaze now to the motley assortment of mythicals here. She glanced once at the sole human there, smiling slightly at the knowledge that he was being thrust out of his comfort zone. She didn't pity him as much as she felt for his companion, knowing that his companion would likely be more than capable, willing or not, of filling him in on what he needed to know. The woman's demonstration of her perceptive capabilities, Esten knew, proved that--she was obviously experienced. She grinned slightly, her eyes raking the group once more. A shrewdness born of years of servitude in the diplomatic circles of dragons consumed her, and she assessed each one in turn. An old man, his form likely concealing far more than the modesty let on; the gryphon, who she did judge too quickly, knowing his attitude would likely and quickly change; the sole human, whose ignorance was displayed for the mythical world to see; his companion, perhaps the most like her out of all of them. Her focus narrowed down onto the human and its companion, becoming her current targets. Although the concept, when verbally explained, sounded cruel, it was nothing sadistic or personal at all. It was simply a matter of working your way up--start with the easiest to convince, befriend, and gradually establish ties with the most resistant--likely to be the gryphon.

Esten grinned easily at the boy's formal tone, matching it in gentle mockery. She didn't mean harm by it so much as she meant to point out that, in this place, he should not expect large words and stiff collars to get him far. "I should hope so," she said lightly, her multi-toned voice soft to avoid causing unnecessary fright (although rather conceited, she knew that it would likely be disconcerting to speak to one who spoke with four voices at once). "If I am not, then there is likely someone very angry or disappointed." Not that it was her problem; she'd always been a little self-centered, due in part to her rather spoiled lifestyle. Having one's own private quarters tended to do that to a person. She glanced at the old man, who had beaten her to her response (she'd been a half-second too late), raising an eyebrow. He was rambling, she noted; she wondered if this was simply a measure taken to ensure that his reality was not questioned, or if it was a habit picked up through true old age. She doubted it was the latter--the elderly didn't attend schools regularly--but she hadn't expected to find a human boy here, either.

Esten's head craned around, her body following momentarily, in a sinuous, snakelike motion, yet another hint of her true nature. She watched the other woman coming towards them, keeping her head angled so that she had an unobstructed view, but did not turn her head all the way. She tilted her head to the side, her irises now angled diagonally downwards, and she smiled. Once more, she was unable to ascertain the woman's true identity, but it did little to faze her. It was all the more adventurous, wasn't it, to find out as she went along?

[eeek, forgot to mention--Esten's in her human form. ^^;; some draconic traits are demonstrated, though, in both. her voice, for instance--even in her human form, she speaks in multiple tones (imagine several people speaking at once), all of which could be described in musical terms--alto, soprano, tenor, and bass. useful for intimidation or just inspiring awe. either one.]

[earlyrose]

((I forgot to mention in Grywn's history, either, since Gyrwn cannot control her masters, at times she has fought against gryphons, but she spent alot of time with a hermit who sent her and several companions to fight with the eastern dragons against the western. She found she much prefered dragon company to gryphon, and to her sides didn't matter. Nathaniel, of course, is patriotically with the gryphons and has been told since childhood that west dragons are evil.))

The voice of the dragon unsettled Nathan a little, but he had read about their kind in books and Grywn sometimes tried a trick like that to scare him if she was angry; most likely picked up from dragons themselves. But it was still sinister coming from this woman. She was so lizard-like in her habits he almost expected a forked tongue to slip tentatively from her lips. Looking at the dragon's face, her eyes revealed something much like Grywn, condesending, conceited, slightly amused by this child that thought he was so important, when he was obviously a powerless human. He pursed his lips a little and stood straighter. He wasn't powerless. At a flick of a finger he could summon a powerful djinn, or djinni, to devour her on the spot. Well, that was a little exageration. Most djinn were fickle, twisted things that in angry at their eternal servivtude would purposely misintuperet his orders. Grywn, however, shared a kind of companionship, and he knew she cared about him enough to avoid bringing him to harm. Most likely out of pity at his weakness, though.
Without the Elthos, he was just a normal human. Mudane, ordinary, human. He almost despised himself. That is not true. I am more intelligent than most. I am here, for goodness sake. But he knew it wasn't him that was here. It was Gyrwn. He was only the key one would need to control it. Gyrwn's words echoed in his mind, Anything would be better than here, had a sardonic edge. This wasn't better.
The dragon woman's words didn't leave much room for an intelligent reply, so he answered by stirring up his old confidence, holding out a hand, and slipping a little back into his habitual drawl, "Nathaniel Fitchberg, Elthomancer. This is Gywrn, a 2,467 year old djinn," he was tempted to say, my 2,467 old djinn, but stopped himself to avoid angering Gyrwn, "You're a dragon from Italy, I take... but you haven't let slip your name,"
Gyrwn, meanwhile, was examining the wraith. She hadn't come across one of them for at least 150 years; and they had been so common. But then long ago when the dragons and gryphons, and elthos, whichever side they happened to be shackled, fought in the skies, wraiths used to gather below and feed off all the dying emotions. More than once Grywn had sent them packing from around the injured soldiers but they always slunk back. Nowadays wars of that kind were a thing of the past, so she supposed the large wraith population had also become a myth of time. This one here was an odd thing. Once upon a time wraiths didn't bother with disguises, but this one had evidently gone so far as too include minute details, such as the rambling one, in their disguise. She smiled at him, about to speak, but that was the moment the dragon woman spoke up about her comment. If only Nathan had learned to speak ancient Babylonian or one of many other languages Gyrwn spoke with ease; nobody would evesdrop them then. She smiled amusedly at the dragon, "Experience brings views, if I may say so," Gyrwn laughed, a tinkling laugh that almost had a sinister edge. Over her many years Gyrwn had perfected all kinds of welcoming, relaxing, or intimidating laughs and they were rather a pride of hers, "Would you say you were not cynical? Just a bit?", her otherworldly eyes twinkling.

[_midnight_]

When he had been silenced anyway, Mizqa decided it would be better to keep a small eye on the other people. Get an idea who they were, what they were, and how they would react on certain things. He just stood there, leaning a bit on his walking cane, looking at the others, especially the ones who had arrived last.

That was, until something hit him and make him smile. A real smile this time. Energy being spat out, and he knew this kind of energy all too well by now. Hatred, or anger, he couldn't really tell for sure, but there it was, and it was strong too. It came from one of the two women that had only just arrived, and he could not help looking her way for a few seconds. What could have caused this so soon? She had only just arrived and yet this was already present.
He quickly let his eyes quickly scan the immediate area, but did not see anything specific. He figured it had to be one of the people here present. Probably either the wolf or the gryphon, he assumed, for they were the only ones in their normal form.

But then she spoke, and the assemblance of different voices reached his ears. He pinched his eyes a bit when he realised something. A dragon.
He had never seen one, not even to speak about hearing one speak. But he had heard about them allright, and as far as he knew, dragons were the only creatures with such voices.
And he also knew that dragons are not the most friendly kinds of creatures. Certainly not during these times. Whether she was an eastern or a western dragon, he could not tell, if she really was one, that is. But it would explain this strong emotion he had felt coming from her.
He had fed well the last night he had spent with Vio, and the poor victim on the boat had done him well too, so he did not have the need to feed. But he couldn't help it. The emotions of a dragon, it was a meal for a king, and here it was, offered on a golden plate to him. So he carefully took a bit of the anger inside of him. A warm, fulfilling feeling filled him but he cut himself off after a split second.
He could smack himself in the face, this was dangerous and he shouldn't have done it. He had been reckless. He had lived amoung humans for so long, and while he knew humans did not notice it when he was feeding on their emotions -heck, they even didn't realise when they were being drained- but he did not know about most mythics, certainly not dragons. He cursed inside himself but remained untouched on the outside and pretended nothing was wrong. He was just an old man anyway. Luckely, he had only touched her feeling for a very short time, even if even now he felt it pulsating, and hopefully dragons were insensitive to this. And if they were not, he hoped that she hadn't noticed anything due to the fact it had not laste more than a second.

"Milan?" He said, pretending he had been thinking about it, "I heard it is a magnificent town. I have never been there myself, of course, how would someone like me get all the way there, haha. But i heard it is quite a beautiful place, is it not? Ah, I wish I could have visted Milan myself one day, but then again, there are so many beautiful cities i would like to visit. Such as Athens, or Madrid. Oh! And not to forget about .."
There he was, rambling again But Nathaniel had stopped him once again. So this woman was a dragon indeed. He wondered how this man knew. He had heard some mythics were able to sence it but he had always thought it was a myth on itself. but then, whát was this man? An elthomancer? He had never heard about anything alike. But he had heard about necromancers and pyromancers. Summoners. Perhaps this elthomancer was some kind of summoner too. Perhaps he should be careful around him. And that woman who was constantly with him, another strange person. Mizqa had pretended he had not seen them whisper, but he had seen it allright. Perhaps it was her who had noticed. He should watch out for her, for this 'elthomancer' had just mentioned she was a djinn. And he had not let her introduce herself, he did it for her. They were connected somehow, that much was clear.
But then something hit him, and it hit him hard. When he had focused on her, he had gotten a silence in return, something he didn't really understand. He was used to the emotions, even the smallest of them all, being all around him. He could feel the energy coming out of the people, so much he didn't even notice it anymore. He only fed on the strong emotions anyway, and it were only the strong ones he could sometimes define.
But he felt a complete lack of anything with her and it disturbed him a bit. He quickly looked away from her, a shiver running down his spine. This djinn with an age of nearly 2500 years was a strange one allright. A wolf, gryphon, dragon, a summoner, a djinn and another strange person. He would have to be careful around here. He was no longer amoung the nothing-suspecting humans anymore.
Then he suddenly got the feeling feeding was going to be harder then he thought around here.
Unintentionally, he had strengtened his grip on the walking cane, making the knuckles of his long fingers got a pale white color due to the grip he had on the walking cane.

[CEPHEUS !]

((I'll post soon... but Gryphon, she's from Milan. Her name's Esten. xDD))

[_midnight_]

((oh god x.X I tried to wait for a reply to come because i felt i had only just posted towards the end and that i should give the rest some time to post, but there seems to be no progress in this roleplay at all v.v
well, then i'll try to think of a post, so that it might live again x.X ))

[earlyrose]

((Same with me, I was waiting for Cepheus... I want it to live, it was doing so well. We're all waiting for each other xD))

[SolsticeWolf]

((I'm working on a reply now to get it back up running again it should be up tonight at the latest. ))