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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 4:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 4:30 pm
Madeira
Name:Madeira
Gender:Female
Hatchdate: September 10th, 2006
Likes: Water, Starry nights, Sea Breezes, Lush forests, Experimentation
Dislikes: Raging fires, Noon-time heat, Deserts, cloudcover
Personality: In Madeira's own words, "Best dragon ever." She is a feisty girl that is curious about everything. Talkative, she questions everything she sees around her. Amazingly self-confident (to the point of absurdity), she is sure of everything it does, even when it leads her into trouble. She is mostly indifferent to the strained relationships between her kind and the humans, but tries to combat every accusation with logic.
Strange Happenings: As long as she could remember, Madeira had a strange floating sign above her head. It hurt her eyes to try and look at it, for it wavered between visible and invisible randomly. Madeira has discovered that she has a stronger-than-usual grasp of Dragon magic at night, and when she is near water. She can occasionally see the future in pools and puddles, but it takes much concentration to do so. Magical creatures like sprites and the fae folk occasionally come about to give her food, show her shelter, warn from danger, and the like. But how could a hatchling show such strong magical prowess?
History:The earliest memory Madeira could recall was the sea. The constant pushing and pulling of the waves, the breakers touching the shore. It was the whispering sea that gave her the name of Madeira. The first few months of her life are very sketchy, but she has a strange feeling that she was hatched in a forested place, but was abandoned on a beach. She was taken in by an old hermit who lived by the rocks, and repaired small boats. But when the nearby village found out, they forced him to take Madeira away. He took her to another seashore, and left her to fend for herself.
Role-play color: Indigo
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 4:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 1:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 2:43 pm
Friends and Foes
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 7:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 10:06 pm
"Just stay still, beast!"
Madeira struggled against the chains anyway, snorting angrily. 'Stupid! How could you be so stupid?!' she accused herself relentlessly. Her mind flew as her eyes darted back and forth, flashing brightly in the dark. The men in dark blue uniforms scurried busily about, lighting lanterns, tying her down with more ropes, and brightening the dark deck.
She wriggled the tip of her tail before it was tied down, the last part of her body to be secured to the ship's deck. Being just a youngling Dragon, she wasn't nearly strong enough to break free by brute force. But the stranger sensation... 'Where is my magic!?' The familiar, malleable force that was by her side as long as she could remember was gone. Squinting and twitching her eyes, she couldn't even see the glowing rune that usually flickered in and out of her vision. A sucking, draining sensation had replaced her magic. She craned her neck to stare at the man that was speaking. One of the sailors called him Captain Morgahue, an unknown, foreign name.
"Ahh, so you noticed something wasn't feeling quite right, beast?" a flamboyantly-dressed man crooned as he sauntered by. "We've been watching you, you see. Going for swims in the sea? We were there. Taking a drink in a stream? We were there too. Conjuring your pagan magic...?" he traced the golden runes on Madeira's side with a dully cold saber. "We were there. And we had a plan."
He turned to look to a dark shadowy corner of the ship, where several other men stood by with guns. Inside a metal cage was a young woman, crying uncontrollably, covered in gruesome self-inflicted scratches. Staring, partly for concern and mostly out of gross fascination, Madeira could see that she was wearing tattered royal robes, and food lay nearby, untouched. "Pitiful, isn't she?" the captain asked, pointing in her direction. "Oh, but she used to be stronger. Oh yes, very powerful, her magic was. It took us five full years to shoot her bound Dragon out from under her. Her name was Kast. Ever hear of her?"
Madeira's eyes widened at this news, her eyes clouded with sorrow for the late Dragon and its Bound, the latter now reduced to a sobbing heap of flesh and bones. Kast! The great sorcerer of the East Islands! What has happened to you? Madeira could remember snatching snippets of stories that travelers told each other by campfire light. "Oh, but something strange happened when we took her Bound down permanently. Instead of casting any more magic, she began to draw it in." the captain explained, waving his hand for the woman to be taken away, back into the hold of the ship. "And like a great whirlpool, she sucks the magic in. Even your special brand." he boasted, his cold finger tapping Madeira's nose. "Sure, some have tried to cure her. But it never worked. She's only got a few weeks left, judging from her health. We use her as a tool now, and a fine one at that, eh?"
Anger now glinted out of the purple dragon's eyes. Madeira didn't blink nor move as more chains were placed and a guard was set. Her rage was focused so intently on the Captain that she didn't even notice the small youth peering at her, examining her chains, and volunteering for the next watch.~~~~~~~
Madeira jerked angrily as a tiny touch to her snout woke her up. "Back off, Pirate!" she snarled through a thick leather muzzle. The youth put a finger to his lips and glared back. "Shut up!" he mouthed, continuing to poke the lock on the chains the dragonet wore. Madeira blinked sleep from her eyes as she stared at the boy. He was scarcely a youngling himself, just like Madeira was herself. His russet hair was long, and she couldn't catch his eyes as he worked. Who... are you? she said tentatively. The boy didn't answer. Minutes later, the last chain clinked to the floor of the deck, and the wires were tucked into the boy's sleeve. "The Captain was so proud of his catch he threw a party. They won't like the headaches they'll be having in the morning!" he whispered. Madeira snorted. She could hear them, alright. As well as the wailing of poor Kast... We can't leave her to die here, wasting away. she said. The boy shrugged, his slight form outlined in the ragged clothes he wore. "There won't be guards - who wants to party next to a wailing heap of bones? - but I can't open her cage. I've already tried." Madeira crept past the sleeping guards to peer at the woman.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:09 pm
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