BEAUTIFUL || intro

[Pele N. F. I.]

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YOU ARE A COSMIC CHILD

Things had been decidedly dull since her homes had merged. Leadership had been spotty from day one, and a clan without a stable leadership was doomed to fail. It was fated to happen if something did not change. However she was in no position to make that change. She was however, in the position to make baked goods and healing concoctions. It was how she'd spent her time since Monroe had disappeared. How she worked through remembering her past, remembering that when she'd needed them most, her family had turned their backs on her.

Elio sat on the windowsill above her counter top, watching as the demoness worked her magic. A spoon floated above a hand-carved wooden bowl, butter and sugar going in as she stirred with the precision of practice. Vanilla went in next, a few eggs and then flour was carefully added to the mixture. A perfect dough, but it needed something. The smaller animal in the room went and pushed over a container of dried raspberries, and then a tin of white chocolate. Pele smiled at him, the containers being opened before some of their contents were folded delicately into the mixture.

An observer could tell it was a routine that happened often enough the two were almost in sync with what the other was thinking. A fluid movement, two bodies yet one mind. Elio pulled out the tray, beginning to form the cookies as Pele lit the oven with her fire. The bowl was soon empty and oven filled with soft baked goods. Pele took the tray out and Elio immediately went in for the dive, his friend floating him out of harm's way.

"You always do that, and you always fail to remember that that tray and those cookies will burn you. Didn't the first three times you burnt your fur off do enough?" He folded his arms, still suspended, rolling his eyes at the femme. "Patience is a virtue." Her voice carried a smile as he was released, a breeze blowing through the house and carrying the smell of fresh baked cookies outside.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[number nine.]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — It wasn't often that the smell of baked goods was familiar to Nine. It had been so for a brief period back in the Exiles, when everything had been peaceful and happy, and Lewis had been happy enough to bake often and get Nine to try his creations. Nine had developed a certain sweet tooth for them during this period, but her desire for baked goods had been cut off quite quickly when she had ended up dying in Lewis's arms, not to return until many months later, and at that point sweets weren't really the first thing on her mind. It had been a sad turn of events all in all, but Nine hadn't thought about it too much in the grand scheme of things, figuring that her losing her taste for things like cookies and cupcakes hadn't been that big of a deal.

Still, things were different these days, and Nine was much more calm and happier, but she still hadn't eaten any sort of baked goods in a while. Not for lack of trying though, considering Sanzu was quite enthusiastic about trying to force cookies upon her. She hadn't originally accepted them because at the time she had been tired from a great deal of traveling through the mountains, but now she found that she regretted rejecting his offer at first. She longed for the taste of something sweet and tangy on her tongue again – something that would bring back the pleasant memories more than the bad ones, even though Lewis himself had managed to do that very recently.

When the scent of something delicious had reached the large feline's nose, she had blinked in curious surprise before getting up to her paws. Figuring that Sanzu was the source of the pleasing smells, Nine decided that this time she would take up the child on her offer, and hopefully gorge herself on some prime goodies. Curiously, her nose didn't lead her to anywhere she had seen Sanzu about, though, and led her instead to where Pele was instead. Not wanting to intrude without asking, she moved over and gently pressed her head against the door, brushing her paw against it several times in a swift knock before saying in her newly deepened voice, "Hello? Is this the place 'ere those wonderful smells are coming from? Will ya be sharing?" She silently hoped that her newly male body wouldn't make her sound too threatening, given the combination of deepness and her accent.

[fulzanin]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px; border-bottom: 5px #5AF1D0 solid; padding-bottom: 5px; color: black;"]Sanzu hadn't really taken in much of the scenery of her new home. It was different from where she was hatched, for sure. There was no canopy to doze in, no canopy to fall out of. She didn't go investigating people's houses. It was 'rude', wasn't it? She was still trying to learn these strange concepts. It delighted her to know that she had to be making progress. One of such progressions was the development of her, by far, favorite task: cookie baking. The little dragon loved the self assigned task, loved baking, loved her current home.

When she smelled cookies, though, her interest was piqued. Her little head raised from where she had been chewing on a small pebble, having succumbed to a bout of teething. A glowing green tongue flickered past her beak like maw, and her paws swiftly began to carry her about. Sanzu rapidly tasted the air, trying to find some direction to wander in to find the source of the smell. Eventually she wound up almost bumbling into Nine: her red eyes having shut to try to rely more on her sense of smell. "Cookies?" The little dragon inquired, eyes opening and widening. Her small wings gave a little flutter, and another flicker of her tongue followed.

It was a strange concept to a young creature that the tasks they did were able to be done by others. Sanzu had thought herself to be the only one in the clan that baked cookies. Yet, here she was, drawn over by the smell of her favorite pastry freshly being cooked. Her tongue remained out of her mouth for a few seconds, as if trying to process the situation. Her eyes squinted. "Th' cookies smell good," Sanzu mused, words coming slowly. How could someone else be making cookies? Her young mind was trying to grasp such a foreign concept, and clearly the little dragon was absolutely puzzled. Even if she hadn't made them, Sanzu supposed that any cookie was a good cookie.

TAGS 8/13/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Sanzu
✧ physically weak, mentally weak
✧ cis female | she/her
✧ Elysium

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref. ) | health: 100%
— a small, 4 month old, foot and a half tall dragon. She is essentially monochromed in shades of greens. Yellow horns curl back from this hatchling's head and slope upwards. Her snout ends in something akin to a beak, allowing for her to crack into shelled fruits and vegetables. A singular spike sticks out from between her snout and the end of her mouth. Large ears allow for this tiny dragon to hear with ease. The ends of her ears have deeper green tufts on them. Her deep green wings are small, and will take time to grow in. Her grey eyes are broken by the red coloration of her iris. Her sharp teeth part to reveal a glowing green tongue. Her talons in the front are sharp as needles, while her hind feet have more thicker claws. Her tail is long and prehensile and allows for her whole body to be suspended by such alone. A line of scales go alongside each sides of her throat. A row of scales descends from the back of her head to the end of her tail, which ends with a tuft of bright yellow fur. Her chest has a row of bent spikes that descend down to her stomach, where they then turn to tiny nubs.

PERSONALITY.
✧ friendly, easy going, cuddly, sweet, curious, hyper
✧ baking obsessed, childish, easily excited, oblivious
✧ young, unable to focus for long periods of time, selfish, hoarder

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ tasmusaki x olipsa | npc x npc [first gen]
✧ munazi
✧ demiromantic asexual | not looking

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically weak | mentally weak | glowing tongue / intangibility (undiscovered) | talons and teeth are preferred combat methods
✧ hard provoke | will not kill
✧ never engaged in combat before
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions in #a4a52a | attack in bolded #09c34e | mention [member=7001]Sanzu[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ created circa 2016, recreated 8/2/19

[Pele N. F. I.]

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YOU ARE A COSMIC CHILD

Soft ears pricked at the sound of someone at her door, she hadn't had visitors for a very long time. After Monroe, she stopped really spending time with anyone outside of Elio and she doubted many Elysites knew someone lived in the overgrown lakeside cottage. It sure looked the part of an abandoned home to say the least, though the foliage was more of a personal choice of Pele's. Elio was on the move before she was, skittering across the floorboards and pulling open the door with the little pulley system Pele made for him. He peeked around the door using the turned handle as his perch. The white squirrel gave a wave and a 'come in' kind of motion to Nine. Then Sanzu's voice came to his ears, the young dragon was a frightening image for him, a prey animal, and so it sent him scuttling back into Pele's reach.

"Mmh? What is it Elio? I thought you were bringing in the visitors." He shook his head frantically, climbing up her body to rest between her horns. Pele raised a brow, turning and walking to the cracked open door and widening the opening. She observed the feline, and then the green reptile with minimal interest to both. "Oh now that's just rude Elio, not all predators want to eat you." The scolding was motherly as she looked up, catching only his ears in her gaze. The ragdoll returned her gaze to the two, a soft smile curling itself onto her lips. "Do come in, I've made about two baker's dozens of white chocolate raspberry. Would either of you like some tea?"

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[Straw]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Straw had chosen to spend the morning reading a book in the shade of a doorway, avoiding the heat as much as possible. Not many could get completely and utterly lost in descriptions of water sausages, but she was one of those who could. Though her (pseudo)thumbs were not naturally green, now that she was starting to get the hang of caring for plants, the practice was quite soothing. The soft colors and fresh air did wonders to settle the mind.

  Eventually, her concentration did break, but not from boredom. She detected the scent of something distinctly sweet, tinged with the slight tart of raspberries. Lifting her head slowly, she debated whether or not it was worth it to walk out into the baking heat; but as the scent grew stronger and sweeter, she could not resist any more, and got up to pursue its source.

  She could hear voices talking about cookies as she approached the house, the sun beating down on her fur. Just before she came up to the entrance, she saw the door open and a ragdoll step out, then welcome in Nine and Sanzu. She wasn't sure if the welcome extended to her, since it didn't seem like the ragdoll had noticed her yet. White chocolate raspberry cookies and tea sounded wonderful right now, but she didn't want to intrude.

  Stuck for what to do, Straw settled for staying in place, standing awkwardly and watching the door until acknowledged.

[number nine.]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Nine blinked in surprise as Elio opened the door for them, and she smiled slightly, giving him a slight nod. She couldn't help the laugh that left her when Elio spotted Sanzu and darted off, and she followed after him inside with an amused little smirk. Once they were inside Pele's house and she greeted them, Nine gave another dip of her head, immediately perking up at the mention of the rather delicious sounding cookies. She purred happily, her fluffy tail flicking eagerly from side to side at the thought of gorging herself upon the sweet treats, "Both those cookies and the tea sound absolutely wonderful ta me, miss... hmm. I don't believe I caught your name, only the little guy's. My name is Number Nine, and it's a pleasure to meet you." The idea of cookies and tea sounded wonderful to her, and reminded her a lot of back when Lewis would treat her to his baking and they would spend plenty of time just laying together and talking casually, indulging in their puppy love.

Blushing at her own silly thoughts of the past, the brown feline shook her head at herself before noticing the arrival of Straw. Looking up at the red panda, she noticed the other's awkwardness and smiled sympathetically, waving her tail in greeting at her clanmate. She had always been one for interacting with others and had always been a bit of a social butterfly, despite the fact she missed social cues often. She could definitely still understand somebody like Straw, who didn't seem as though she was a huge fan of talking, or felt overly awkward in situations like this. Nine just hoped that the other could partake in the tea and cookies and enjoy herself well enough, without this being a useless endeavor.

[fulzanin]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px; border-bottom: 5px #5AF1D0 solid; padding-bottom: 5px; color: black;"]"Whuzza predyator?" Sanzu curiously asked. The little dragon followed after Nine, talons bumbling in the usual manner of a hyperactive and young creature. Her tongue flickered forth, again taking in the delightful smell of baked pastries. "And uh, uh, baker dozin," she added after a moment of thought, pressed by childish curiosity. The owner of the home was another creature that the dragon had never seen before. Not that such mattered to a young little dragon who's mind was currently focused on the delightful smell of cookies.

"Never had tea, dunno whuzzit is. Cookies! Cookies!" A delighted chatter sounded from Sanzu. She bounced in place a few times. Her wings added to her bounces, giving her a little bit of extra height. Sanzu gathered most of her energy by sunlight, photosynthesizing as she basked and warmed herself in the sun. The mountains were cold, and not truly fit for a young reptile with little knowledge of how to regulate her body temperature. She had yet to do such today, akin to skipping her breakfast. Her kind was supposed to eat fish to make up for that lack of energy. To rip into protein rich fish and devour a plethora. Sanzu liked cookies more- her experience with eating fish was minute. Instinct was there, yes, but it was suppressed under the smell of cookies. Her personal favorite food. "C'n have cookies pleyase?"

TAGS 8/13/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Sanzu
✧ physically weak, mentally weak
✧ cis female | she/her
✧ Elysium

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref. ) | health: 100%
— a small, 4 month old, foot and a half tall dragon. She is essentially monochromed in shades of greens. Yellow horns curl back from this hatchling's head and slope upwards. Her snout ends in something akin to a beak, allowing for her to crack into shelled fruits and vegetables. A singular spike sticks out from between her snout and the end of her mouth. Large ears allow for this tiny dragon to hear with ease. The ends of her ears have deeper green tufts on them. Her deep green wings are small, and will take time to grow in. Her grey eyes are broken by the red coloration of her iris. Her sharp teeth part to reveal a glowing green tongue. Her talons in the front are sharp as needles, while her hind feet have more thicker claws. Her tail is long and prehensile and allows for her whole body to be suspended by such alone. A line of scales go alongside each sides of her throat. A row of scales descends from the back of her head to the end of her tail, which ends with a tuft of bright yellow fur. Her chest has a row of bent spikes that descend down to her stomach, where they then turn to tiny nubs.

PERSONALITY.
✧ friendly, easy going, cuddly, sweet, curious, hyper
✧ baking obsessed, childish, easily excited, oblivious
✧ young, unable to focus for long periods of time, selfish, hoarder

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ tasmusaki x olipsa | npc x npc [first gen]
✧ munazi
✧ demiromantic asexual | not looking

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically weak | mentally weak | glowing tongue / intangibility (undiscovered) | talons and teeth are preferred combat methods
✧ hard provoke | will not kill
✧ never engaged in combat before
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions in #a4a52a | attack in bolded #09c34e | mention [member=7001]Sanzu[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ created circa 2016, recreated 8/2/19

[Pele N. F. I.]

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YOU ARE A COSMIC CHILD

Elio caught the eye of the skull faced visitor and waved them inside as Pele began flitting about the kitchen. A silver kettle flew down from a higher up cabinet, sending itself outside to the nearby water pump. "A predator is someone who eats meat, namely other creatures, though most of the time they don't act like Elio does. He's different, just like we are. Sometimes he's just overly cautious, we've almost had a few accidents." The kettle returned and she blew fire on a burner to get it going before it was set down. Four bags were put inside the top and she turned back to her guests.

"As for tea and a baker's dozen, its a drink, essentially flavored water. You can add cream or sugar to it if its a little too bitter or bland on its own. A baker's dozen is different than a regular dozen. A regular dozen is twelve cookies, a baker's dozen is 13 cookies. So its a batch that's one cookie bigger." She tapped a cookie with a paw, still a little too hot, they'd be ready with the tea.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[Alastor]

Indulgance was not a foreign concept to Alastor. Every now and then, he’d enjoy himself. Meaningless sex, false friendships, and perhaps even a drink or two. The doberman could have whatever he pleased with a bit of persuasion. Even so, the scent from afar was delightful to most, to him it almost smelled venomous. Chocolate was poison to these animals, including himself, so why ingest it? He could understand drugs, but subduing yourself to an intestinal nightmare and the chance of ruining your figure was rather disgusting. Perhaps he was too indulged in himself though.

Yet the older member wandered over, following Sanzu and Number Nine without a word. A purple gaze scanned the area. No objects really caught his eye, but Alastor’s attention did happen to land on Pele. The sunset-colored cat tickled his interest greatly, searching her up and down carefully. From her necklace to the satchel, seemed loosely composed. For God’s sake, she was baking cookies out of all things. Her personality was another thing too. Talking to a non-sentient pet, almost a slave, just caused the Doberman to crane his head. How odd. Thankfully for what she lacked in competence, she made up for in tea.

He pulled himself away from the group who crowded the door and settled down near the kettle politely, considering stopping it early for his own benefit. Figuring he’d have to wait anyways, Alastor began to mingle amongst them. ”My name is Alastor,” he mentioned confidently. ”A pleasure to be a guest of yours, ma’am.” Whether or not the canine was welcome, he was going to take what he wanted anyways. It might as well be in a peaceful manner.

[fulzanin]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px; border-bottom: 5px #5AF1D0 solid; padding-bottom: 5px; color: black;"]"Wait, s' it has m're th'n th' usual?!" Sanzu sounded as if such a thing was impossible. Red eyes widened in disbelief, then turning to water the kettle come over, and for fire to be applied. She momentarily winced backwards, ears dropping at the sudden flash of searing heat being present so close to her plant-like scales. "An' I wouldn' eat him, I pryomise!" She said with a determined nod. Such a small creature she deemed a bit too cute for her to try eating. Besides, the idea of eating fur didn't really appeal to her. All of her new clanmates were covered in the material. Why would she eat such a thing? Wouldn't that send a bad message.

Sanzu was incredibly occupied in thought. She didn't notice Alastor until he spoke, her ears raising upon hearing the other speak. Her red gaze flicked over and up at the taller carnivore. Had she seen him around before? The little dragon didn't think so. Maybe she'd just forgotten. That was a likely cause. Yet, Sanzu argued with herself, she remembered all of her other clanmates. Maybe he was new! Yes, that was a better explanation, and her young mind was quick to accept such. A tongue flickered from her maw, and her gaze was swift to return to the cookies when the scent was returned to her mind by the instinctual motion. "C'n have th' cookies yet?" She impatiently asked, not knowing of the cookies heat and potency to burn. Her long tail wagged behind her as she began bouncing on her feet. "Plyeeasse!"

TAGS 8/13/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Sanzu
✧ physically weak, mentally weak
✧ cis female | she/her
✧ Elysium

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref. ) | health: 100%
— a small, 4 month old, foot and a half tall dragon. She is essentially monochromed in shades of greens. Yellow horns curl back from this hatchling's head and slope upwards. Her snout ends in something akin to a beak, allowing for her to crack into shelled fruits and vegetables. A singular spike sticks out from between her snout and the end of her mouth. Large ears allow for this tiny dragon to hear with ease. The ends of her ears have deeper green tufts on them. Her deep green wings are small, and will take time to grow in. Her grey eyes are broken by the red coloration of her iris. Her sharp teeth part to reveal a glowing green tongue. Her talons in the front are sharp as needles, while her hind feet have more thicker claws. Her tail is long and prehensile and allows for her whole body to be suspended by such alone. A line of scales go alongside each sides of her throat. A row of scales descends from the back of her head to the end of her tail, which ends with a tuft of bright yellow fur. Her chest has a row of bent spikes that descend down to her stomach, where they then turn to tiny nubs.

PERSONALITY.
✧ friendly, easy going, cuddly, sweet, curious, hyper
✧ baking obsessed, childish, easily excited, oblivious
✧ young, unable to focus for long periods of time, selfish, hoarder

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ tasmusaki x olipsa | npc x npc [first gen]
✧ munazi
✧ demiromantic asexual | not looking

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically weak | mentally weak | glowing tongue / intangibility (undiscovered) | talons and teeth are preferred combat methods
✧ hard provoke | will not kill
✧ never engaged in combat before
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions in #a4a52a | attack in bolded #09c34e | mention [member=7001]Sanzu[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ created circa 2016, recreated 8/2/19