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kingdomcomes2017-08-19 08:09 am
dravanicide) wrote in kingdomcomes2017-08-19 08:09 am
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The time has come
Who: Estinien, Aymeric, and YOU!
What: Partially open; Estinien is around town as a half dragon, then he seeks Aymeric for the cure.
Where: Around town for the open part, the guard barracks for the closed part.
When: Evening
Warnings: Probably sex. Also, Estinien is half dragon??
Open to all:
[Estinien had originally hoped that the threat of slowly turning into Nidhogg was naught more than the bluffing of a deranged woman who could not handle his defiance. For the first couple days, it seemed to be the truth--but it took less than a quarter moon for the first signs to appear.
Try as he may to reverse the effects--avoiding the solution the Mistress offered him--he met naught but failure, despite what promises the town's alchemist gave him. Failure that has lead the dragoon to acquiring not only a tail and wings, but scales slowly consuming the expanse of his body, some adorning his chin and cheeks as if he were an Au Ra, and not an elezen.
Claws for hands and feet, he found himself budding four horns that protruded from his face in a manner not unlike a cone of shame. He could be seen around town, avoiding people as much as possible, zipping around corners to try and lose any who might attempt to tail him.
He's quite the sight to say the least, even more so when he attempts to leap away at the first sight of someone approaching him from the front--his horrid appearance was not one he wished to bear to any, and if he could avoid the attention, doubtlessly he would.
Jumping is something he is highly familiar with--after all, dragoons use jumping to dispatch dragons of their lives, it's their bread and butter in terms of fighting. What he isn't familiar with is how the wings offer a considerate amount of drag, and thus throw off the trajectory of his jump. Atop the roof he aims, but right into the second story window he lands.
Face first, and through the glass. A sorry display if there ever was one.]
Closed to Aymeric:
[After his humiliating run in with those around town, he's decided to give in ere he becomes Nidhogg himself. Slinking around the barracks as he can, avoiding what guards might be around, he finds Aymeric as quickly as he's able.
A feat that might have been easier through the journal, but he cannot entertain the idea of writing with these hands. He hopes Aymeric will aid him--he cannot begrudge him if he wouldn't. Not many Ishgardians would wish to bed a half dragon, after all.]
Aymeric. 'Twould seem the Mistress' word is far more good than I had hoped. I fear I need your assistance if I am to shed this horrid display.
[Help him Aymeric, he done cosplaying Nidhogg...]
What: Partially open; Estinien is around town as a half dragon, then he seeks Aymeric for the cure.
Where: Around town for the open part, the guard barracks for the closed part.
When: Evening
Warnings: Probably sex. Also, Estinien is half dragon??
Open to all:
[Estinien had originally hoped that the threat of slowly turning into Nidhogg was naught more than the bluffing of a deranged woman who could not handle his defiance. For the first couple days, it seemed to be the truth--but it took less than a quarter moon for the first signs to appear.
Try as he may to reverse the effects--avoiding the solution the Mistress offered him--he met naught but failure, despite what promises the town's alchemist gave him. Failure that has lead the dragoon to acquiring not only a tail and wings, but scales slowly consuming the expanse of his body, some adorning his chin and cheeks as if he were an Au Ra, and not an elezen.
Claws for hands and feet, he found himself budding four horns that protruded from his face in a manner not unlike a cone of shame. He could be seen around town, avoiding people as much as possible, zipping around corners to try and lose any who might attempt to tail him.
He's quite the sight to say the least, even more so when he attempts to leap away at the first sight of someone approaching him from the front--his horrid appearance was not one he wished to bear to any, and if he could avoid the attention, doubtlessly he would.
Jumping is something he is highly familiar with--after all, dragoons use jumping to dispatch dragons of their lives, it's their bread and butter in terms of fighting. What he isn't familiar with is how the wings offer a considerate amount of drag, and thus throw off the trajectory of his jump. Atop the roof he aims, but right into the second story window he lands.
Face first, and through the glass. A sorry display if there ever was one.]
Closed to Aymeric:
[After his humiliating run in with those around town, he's decided to give in ere he becomes Nidhogg himself. Slinking around the barracks as he can, avoiding what guards might be around, he finds Aymeric as quickly as he's able.
A feat that might have been easier through the journal, but he cannot entertain the idea of writing with these hands. He hopes Aymeric will aid him--he cannot begrudge him if he wouldn't. Not many Ishgardians would wish to bed a half dragon, after all.]
Aymeric. 'Twould seem the Mistress' word is far more good than I had hoped. I fear I need your assistance if I am to shed this horrid display.
[Help him Aymeric, he done cosplaying Nidhogg...]