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[Grimm]

[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Had they bore the notion of the consequences wrought by hastily performed action different the course upon which they had been set, yet a myriad of options lay assembled beneath the scrutiny of recall. Countless those gathered with the jaded wandering of experienced eye, travelled avenues closed off. Yet even such was prone to failure, the wishful notion of progression taking a more pleasing turn.

Possibly it never held the level of importance the loosely assembled reasoning they gathered in a vein hope necessary garnered, but a miscalculation performed in the moment. Rose tinged the eyes with which they had regarded it all, looked upon what was the choice of a naive child with waning indifference. Mere matter of youthful stupidity, a desire born of idiocy they had allowed to fall to the sand they had departed without secondary consideration.

There was more behind it, complex the entanglement woven about the gentle hum of their conflicted heart, lacking the pieces that may make whole a situation they were unequipped to handle. Life is not fair, held no illusion of such inadequate treatment to each who dared to carve from the unyielding universe an existence. All the same cruel the lesson imparted that drove the child forth, solitary in their wandering, a mere shade of ivory forgotten within the course of time.

Against the dark wood did the translucent curl of exposed claw drag, halted the languid progression of thought. Indeed, a child had gone forth within the wake of disaster, riddled with burn and cut alike, progressed marked by the lost droplets of blood. Different the creature that loosely draped thin membranous wings over their body, apparent the network of veins, diluted until the shimmering light of pale rose was present between ivory bone. Forth did rise their weak vision, the dying light streaming through the opening of the hollowed tree offering little.

Slow their rise, from their coat brushed the fine lay of dust and dirt that had accumulated. Momentary their pause, drawn forth until the opening of the tree framed them, muddled the hues of green and brown they viewed. Familiar it all, crude the map drawn across lacking imagination, yet not what they had sought. Hushed from such distance the soothing call of breaking waves, the sweet song of a siren wound about stilled mind, gentle in persuasion yet insistent as they merely listened.

Of no matter the numerous times during which they had scaled the long dead tree,unease guided shaking paws along the dried bark clinging as best it may. Fine the shower that followed them, brief the acknowledgement of lodged debris within the delicate skin of aching pads, a trivial obstacle to be addressed later had such been quickly deemed. Unsteady the first step, quick the next, uneven the gait which drew pale draconic beast forth.

"I'm coming home…" Croaking groan the words arising alongside a quiet utterance of mirthless laughter, truth within the statement even as they acknowledged the falsehood. Always had they been present, merely lost and perplexed by that which lay beyond the well occupied beach, ground once forbidden. It was not their place, however, minute the shift of wings against their back, aching for the space that may allow their span to stretch in full. Home was the jungle within its own way but the ocean with soothing waves tipped with foam, the beach doted with squat little huts leading to the hustle and bustle of the town, such is where they belonged.

Expectations are often not lived up to and it was as such minimal the few that milled about the cobble lined paths connecting the buildings to one another, much of those present inhabiting the tavern. Slowed their momentum as they looked upon the scene, how those few that walked beneath the waning dusk did so with high spirits. Well underway the repairs the tremors had wrought, community found and strengthened in this time.

Almost did the sorrow that clung to their throat forced them to turn, escape back to where they had fled in the wake of disaster. Something within them halted such thought, however, warm the stones as they met their pads during each step. Sight did they make, creature of ivory and rose with the draw of wings uncomfortably tight against their back, discomfort further apparent in the flicking tip of their tail.

[Luciferr]

JAIME ROUX

"vengeance is just hope with a history"

steadily and steadily had Jaime stopped being wary of approaching strangers and instead a different sort of urge nestled in his chest - the sudden impulse of intruder! Intruder-in-territory! That seemed to intrude itself along his thought process and make the youth’s pelt bristle with imagines spines and the cloying heat taht should but didn’t claw up his throat - an urge to flare small wings and hiss threateningly at such brazen strangers that broke a sweat upon his brow when he tried to overcome the sudden impulse.

The dragon scale dangling from his chain bumped against his chest, his eyes regaining focus on said stranger that had stopped the cubs slow gentle pace around the territory in his tracks.

He didn’t recognise them, he’ll they might even be family long missing but Jaime had a rather large one at that - but the words they spoke meant that they knew this place,

Though doubtless it looked changed now after the meteor fall.

Warily Jaime approached them

”who are you miss?”

tags - penned by LUCIFERR

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[roan ;]

Thinking about the meteor strike was difficult for Roan, aside from the myriad of usual reasons that made most not want to speak or remember it. Yes, the chaos and destruction it had wrought obviously made his skin crawl, particularly when he thought about the broken down and rotted remains of many a hut that had been destroyed in the aftermath, entire houses and histories leveled. Beyond that, however, the young siamese had felt a massive weight settle on his back after the incident, dragging his wings downward towards the earth and weighing down his entire small – although not so small anymore, really – body. Not only had he been saddled with the massive responsibility of treating most everyone's injuries after the catastrophe, but he had also lost a not inconsiderable amount of his family from it, as well. He had thought, at first, that he would at least be able to hold himself together for the good of the group. After all, he hadn't been the only sage working hard to ensure the health of the group. Unfortunately, this hadn't been the case for long, as Ahab had also disappeared as the dust settled, and Roan was left alone, with yet another member of his family gone. After that, the young male had become used to a schedule that involved slinking forth from his home, interacting with few and only seeing others in order to treat their injuries or check on their mental health. Meanwhile, his own mental health had been on a steady downward spiral, eventually leading to him becoming a practical hermit within his home, despite the best efforts of his mother. All because he had so much to worry about, along with so much less to cling to.

Over the last couple of weeks, the sage had been steadily breaking himself of his reclusive habits, having moved from his old family home and begun getting out more often. Things had calmed down quite a bit with the reconstruction efforts in full swing, and he had even gotten some of his family back in the form of Jaime's eventual return. However, there were still bad days, naturally. Days when he couldn't look at the patched up buildings without thinking of fire raining down from the sky, and his heart roaring in his ears as he flew high above, desperately searching for anyone he needed to help. Days where he couldn't help but feel like a failure, because he had not only lost a brother in the panic, but a sister as well. Unlike Jaime, Eulia had not yet returned, and as days turned to weeks and weeks approached months, Roan felt more guilt seeping into his veins than ever, threatening to poison his blood and choke him from the inside out. He knew he should've been able to be there for her. Should've been able to hide her away from everything that was going on. He was her big brother, for gods' sake. Wasn't that the entire idea of what big brothers were supposed to do? He had thought he was doing a fairly good job of it, up until all of this had happened. Now he couldn't feel any farther from doing anything right.

The lanky medic had been having one of these bad days when the time finally came for Eulia to return, and it was a good thing that Roan hadn't gone with his first instinct that morning, and just stayed in bed. It was still difficult to make his way through the main town, his steps slow and heavy as he kept his blue gaze focused down on his paws. He wasn't sure he could meet the gaze of anyone, or bear looking at the patched up buildings. His chest grew tight as he heard the sounds of jovial cheering from the tavern, and he once again found himself pondering if he'd be able to get away with having a drink. However, these thoughts were stripped away, and the sage was left bare when a certain scent reached his nose, causing him to freeze. Jaws cracking open minutely, the siamese lifted his head, his gaze darting around until it fell upon none other than Eulia, accompanied by Jaime. A near breathless gasp left him, and he scrabbled across the rocks and sands, coming to a skidding halt by Jaime's side. He stared down at his little sister for a moment, his breath simply shuddering with shock, before he stepped forward, touching his green nose to the top of her head. He muttered softly, his voice shaking in tandem with his breathing, "Lu... Eulia. You're back, and you're safe. I thought... I wasn't sure where you had gone. I wasn't sure if you were..." He didn't dare finish that thought, instead just circling around her slowly, asking with concern, "You look hurt... are you alright? I've got my herbs with me. I can patch you up..." It was a sort of cruel irony, having his position as sage bring him so much grief, yet also be one of the only things that enabled him to truly help his family.

[glow=#D15540,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]