Yuri
|Gazing apologetically at Aether, he murmured, |"Not much for hundreds of years of work, I know. Some of them are simply hideous as well, such as this one."| He held out the slightly crude sun, leaving out a key important detail. It was his first one, and he had done it entirely in the dark with only his claws. Flicking his tail anxiously, the gray light from his horns flickered sporadically for a few moments before he regained control. Tossing it in his hands a few times, he wondered if he should still go on. There was one more carving he had, but it was locked away in a differing room. As he was debating, the light emanating from his form took on a slightly purple hue, a deep purple similar to a king's robe. So Moon's question caught him by surprise. |"Miss Moon, did you have a que- Oh, that one. Intriguing, how you found that one... While the details may not be ri-."|Stopping himself, he shifted slightly as if to prepare himself, then seemed to change his mind. |"I should begin at the beginning, shouldn't I? In my homeland, or where I came from, "The Evertree," there is..was... a grand...palace... would be the word for it. In this grand palace, laid a chamber of every species of dragon that was lost to us. There is also one of every documented species of dragon, wyrm, or lych that walks, flies, or swims in this world of ours. Each one is carved from wood...you see, carving is something of a... spiritual nature...to us. It may seem silly, but brining new life to the world is our purpose. Bringing this life from trees, our greatest...friends? No, not friends....Ah, I am getting ahead of myself, my deepest condolences."| Shaking his head, he continued |"That is where I found a picture of your kind, Miss Moon. Seems your species wasn't lost as we thought."| Placing the sun he held back onto the shelf, he moved quietly to a place closer to the door.|

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Aether
(Time for some anxiety on both sides )
“Hmmmm…?” She said, somewhat in a trance of contented wonder. “Oh no, it’s wonderful!” She reassured Yuri anxiously and happily all at the same time. “They’re all beautiful, and it’s certainly better than anything I could ever do!” Her words tripped over one another in her hurry and anxiety. “They’re very pretty.” She concluded, trying to get her brain to work.

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Eclipse smiled for a second
"You can just call me Eclipse although my species may be just as lost as you thought my tribe was the last one of our kind that we knew of and I believe I was the only one to still be alive since I have not seen any nor in visions," she said a bit sad before going back to normal
"Oh, and they do look really good also when did you carve the moon?" she asked turning to the carving she saw earlier

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(sorry for that winter! )

Beryl

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”You do have a point..” Beryl agreed reluctantly. “..And I seriously want to make sure they aren’t causing any more chaos. Perhaps you could stay with me for a while longer and we can go look for the pair of jackasses?” The guardian offered, swathing her arms around Hoko and gently placing him back onto the ground so she could stand herself up and brush the debris that had collected onto her dress and cloak. “I bet he’s at another tavern. We could make it seem like a complete coincidence if we ever manage to show up.”

(hey, @sepa — would it be alright if i threw beryl at ya? :0 im not sure if winter is going to want to throw Hoko at him as well, but id be more than willing to!
a fight doesn’t need to happen, since she just wants to check up on him LOL)

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yeah, im a little busy at the moment but go ahead and post, ill be on in a few hours// ;3;

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(Sorry for what? Also i’d be up for it!)
Hoko
The feline dipped his head in agreement, tail lashing in excitement. “I would love to! I could also ask some of the wind spirits to help us? They seem bored. Just like…most of them are able to create barriers against fire, and none of them can hurt the dragon.” Hoko promised, hoping he could bring some of his wispy friends along. He loved the wind spirits, and he didn’t want to create too much hassle for them, so no fighting today. Hopefully.

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Yuri
|Yuri appeared lost in time for a little while, staring off into a dark corner of the room. Suddenly, he snapped back into reality and shook his head with a soft groan. |"You said something about the moon? I find the Empress of the sky a beautiful sight, do you not. She is not as stunning as the Sun, but you cannot tell me the thrum of the Empress is not magnificent, no?"| Rubbing the nape of his neck with one hand, he hunched slightly to get more purchase on the knot that was forming in the base of his shoulder. Wincing he too padded around the room, picking up certain carvings, tracing his claws along others. Lost in memories, he stopped in front of a carving that appeared to be a self portrait. It was small, fitting in the palm of his hand, and it was made out of a deep mohagany. No detail was spared in the small carving, and on closer inspection, it was not Yuri. It looked like him, the same species, but the horns were larger and more twisted, and the body more battered and broken. Aether could most likely figure it out, it was his Grandfather. Sitting, he sat staring at it, the small statute standing proudly in his palm, book in it's tiny hand.|


Cottonmouth
|Sipping the last dregs from his bottle, he slammed it back onto the table with a smart -crack-. Sighing he sat back and smashed the butt of the cigarette into said bottle. The smoking, foul smell emanating from the bottle made the tired cowboy sneeze. Then, he went back to his card game, where weirdly, he was on a losing streak...against himself. He felt the twinge from tumble, sending a reassuring thought back.|

Tumbleweed
|Yawning, Tumbleweed stood up and stretched. Muscling through the underbrush, he went to the river and took a few draughts. Then, he took to the sky and went over to the town Cottonmouth was in, and began circling around the town, high in the sky. A sense of DeJa'Vu sent a weird shiver of fear down his spine. This is how the fight started yesterday. growling, he sent a breath of inferno from the draughts of his belly, and spat it into the sky. A unlucky bird got in the way, and obviously, it burned to a crisp and fell to the ground. Feeling bad, he snapped his jaws shut and returned to scraping the ground below with his endless gaze. Sending a thought to Cottonmouth, he could feel himself relax slightly at his partners reassuring thought.|

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Eclipsed smiled
"Yes she is, she is the one my tribe worshiped, but we do get our name from our eyes-" she stoped talking seeing yuri with the statue
"Is that your grandfather?" she asked sensing something familial coming from yuri and it also looked similar to him

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(I was apologizing for my late reply ^^” sorry, i probably should’ve been more specific LOL)

Beryl

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”Your wind spirit friends can tag along.” Beryl nodded, before emitting a brisk whistle that sent Mimosa galloping over to her. The massive equine had to stop himself when he was six feet away from his owner so he wouldn’t run her over. “Good boy. We’ll be riding bareback today, okay? So please don’t get spooked. Thanks.” Beryl asked with a small smile, jogging over to him and giving his big, mushy nose a fat kiss.

Attaching the lead line to his halter, she led him into his personal shed where she slid his halter and lead line off and equipped his leather, English-style bridle. It took a few, prolonged moments and abundant amounts of elbow grease since the equine was always so stubborn when it came to putting the bit into his mouth. “Gosh, I wish you weren’t so stubborn.” The guardian mumbled, before pulling the two reins over his head and leading him back out into the open.

Without having to use a stepping stool, surprisingly, Beryl leapt up and swung her left leg across Mimosa’s back, which he slightly reacted to but remained standing still. “Hop on, Hoko!” Béryl called, lowering her right shoulder and allowing for the felid to situate himself atop of it. Raising her shoulders back into their former fixture, she emitted a few clicking and kissing noises that made Mimosa break out into a speedy canter.

A large, voracious wave of déjà vu enveloped the guardian as the trio sped past the tavern that was still in critical condition due to the fiasco from the other day. Forcing herself to instead focus on the land that laid before her, the déjà vu soon dispersed.

It only took perhaps half of an hour until she arrived into the village that was perhaps a couple towns over from the one where the violent skirmish had occurred. A strong gut feeling of knowing Cottonmouth and his dragon, Tumbleweed were here arose in Beryl’s stomach. As a precaution, she sent her brilliant blue hues skywards, her visuals intensely studying the blue sky overhead before she concluded that Tumble wasn’t flying around. Finding a wooden post to tie her horse to, she leapt off of the gypsy vanner and tied the two leather reins around the individual fence post. “Alright, let’s go.” Beryl muttered, giving the top of Hoko’s head a quick scratch before making a confident entrance into the tavern.

It was only then did the half-tiefling realized that her suspicions had proven themselves to be correct. In the back corner, there sat the potty-mouthed cowboy and his deck of cards. Muttering something incoherent beneath her breath, she ambled over to one of the tables that was the most closest toward the man and sat herself down onto one of the chairs. “Don’t make it obvious that we’re checking on him.” Beryl said to the feline in a hushed voice, before realizing that she had forgotten her cloak. ’Good job, Beryl..’ Her inner voice caustically praised her.

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Yuri
|Yuri actually jumped, torn from his world as starkly as a stone dropped in a stilled lake. |"Uh, wha- Oh, yes. How did y-...never mind. Pathetic aint I, drawn in like a fish to the lure even though it was years ago. yes...this was my Grandfather. Though we had no blood connection, we could not have been closer. He was the dove, I , the olive branch..."| Shaking his head, he stood up and gingerly placed the carving back into it's place of solitude. |"There is one more carving...it's one I have been working on for...well...hundreds of years."| Twitching his tail, he padded over to a almost hidden carved door. |"I mean, if you would like too..."|

Tumbleweed
|Tumbleweed immediately saw that witch, what was her name...Beyral? Beryl? Baryla? Whatever her name was, she was probably coming to hurt Cotton again, to pick yet another fight. Without meaning to, he spat out another burst of bright violet tounges of fire. Luckily, he didn't scorch another pigeon or the such. Instantly, he sent a thought to Cotton. Seconds later, he felt the orders from Cotton arrive. Grunting, he flapped higher and kept watch on the little *bitch of a witch*. Laughing at his own joke for a few moments, he suddenly snapped too and glared at her untill she went into the tavern. This just solidified his suspicions, she was defiantly here for Cotton. Diving a few thousand feet, he hovered above the town, now clearly in sight. But he wasn't taking any chances, he was too far away last time to help Cottonmouth, and his partner suffered for it. Growling, he felt his familiar rage start to build again. letting it wash over him, he rejoiced in the energy it sent coursing through his very marrow. This time, he would be ready.|

Cottonmouth
|In the middle of one of his games, he got the message from Tumble, and his mouth went dry. The witch was back.. Grabbing at the bottle, he swallowed a bit of backwash and ash. Hacking, he spat it out and wiped his mouth. Ordering another drink from the purdy waitress, he grabbed a wad of chew and stuck it in his lip. Savoring the bitter-sweet juices, he watched from the corner of his eye as the witch came in. Grabbing the drink from the waiting girl, he uncorked the lid and downed the not so good scotch. From under his hat, he kept an eye on the witch, one hand constantly on Spitter. Continuing his game, he finally won a hand reshuffling the rather thick deck with ease, he threw the cards back out and started another game as if nothing was amiss.|

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Eclipse smiled
"yes please, and maybe later I can show you the carvings I've made," she said smiling to herself for a second putting up a mental shield so she could surprise yuri about the carvings she makes.

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Both blue and kestrel are open, pm me if you want to RP/

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Hoko
(Sorry for the long wait as well)
The feline nimbly jumped down from the horse, innocently washing one big paw. He trained his hazel eyes on the potty-mouthed Cottonmouth. He gently curled his tail around his paws, secretly informing his wind spirits to check up on the offending dragon and make sure they were safe. His pupils narrowed the slightest bit as he observed the cowboy and his surroundings, the only sign he was angry.

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Yuri
|He froze, feeling uneasy, How could another dragon be so similar to him. |"Th-Thats great... Aether, are you coming?"| A hand on a hidden knob, he turned back to see Aether still admiring the carvings. *Hmmm. Why are you faking your liking for them...I know they are horendous.....why don't you just leave...you will eventually...they always...do.* Mentally sighing, he shook his head, a habit of his. In doing so, he knocked one of the carvings off of the shelf. Jumping for it, he just missed it. the beautiful carving smashed into the floor below, gouging a hole in the floor below and shattering the head off of the fox he had carved. Staring at it for a moment, he grabbed it and placed it back onto the shelf. Murmuring a few words, he nestled the head between the feet. |"I will fix you later friend..."| With a small laugh, he rubbed the back of his neck. |"I wonder how I have any of these left. I must have dropped each one of these at some point..."|


Cottonmouth
|Continuing his game for a few moments to long to be respectful, he simply inched his head up enough so just his mocking eyes peered out. |"You know, witch... No matter what you do, no matter how many times you stalk me and freeze me, or even if you go as far to kill little ol me, I will always be better than you."| Sighing, he shook his head in mock embarrassment, |"Wanna know why...princess? Because little ol me is a human, I aint no witch. My whole life is bout 1 per-cent yours. But still, I do everything you do without powers."| Sighing, he puffed on the foul smelling cigarette, he exhaled the smoke straight at Beryl. Flicking the ash off the end, he dipped it a touch too hard and the ember fell off. Groaning, he re lit it, puffed it to light, then continued. |"You have the security of magica. Problem? Magica! Another problem? Well let me just use my magics! You know what I have missy..."| He spat the word missy like a curse, the only part of his face showing still his eyes. |"Me, Tumbleweed, and my little Spitter here."| Taking out the large revolver, he spun it in a few tricks before jamming it back into it's holster. |"So, unless you gain some worth...or you lose those little magics of yours, don't speak to me. Ok missey?"|Leaning back, his eyes boring holes into Beryls, he snatched the bottle of liquor, he poured a large portion of his down his throat. Wiping his mouth, he set it down before simply returning to his game. Outside, he looked calm, aloof even. Inside, his heart was pounding out of his chest.|

Tumbleweed
|Hearing Cotton's plans, he dived a little lower. Circling now just a few hundred feet above the dirty little town.|

Sry for the late response, another double shift today//

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