forum Welcome to Altir City! (Closed)

Started November 05, 2018 by @InstaOnly

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Fae twitched her long ears. "Is it not obvious? I'm an elf." She took Easton's hand and shook it. It was extremely pale looking against her tanned skin, but about the same paleness as your average elf.

"Sorry, I just don't like to assume. It's gotten me into a few fights…" Easton said, withdrawing from the tree entirely. Once he was on the ground, Easton noticed just how much shorter Faelynn was than him, and sat down on the ground. Spreading out his wings, he leaned against the tree, making sure not to catch the large appendages on any stray twigs.

(For clarification this is a character on the streets, don't want anyone with someone in the park getting confused.)
Aaron shifted, glancing between the cheerful girl with her shadowy companion and the draconic man. "Um…" He trailed thinking of what to say, "Does Ben have a shop or a place to meet here? Also, uh, what's Eberaus supposed to do?" He was hoping to avoid getting the seething male angry enough to lash out, considering he was already about to meet Ben wherever he was led. Ben alone would probably mean at the very least a few insults being thrown, very worst a fight happens. He was pretty sure just walking off with no acknowledgement to the dragon would be offending and honestly just make things worst. Usually Corru would encourage that it didn't matter, but he currently wasn't here so he wouldn't go out of his way as much to cause trouble.

Nykidia looked up and down the dragon. "I don't know. He said just to bring you. I'm not sure if I could bring him along or even if he'd want to go along." Nykidia said. "I guess you can come if you want."

I'm allowed to make a second character, yes?))

Okay, I'm gonna throw in another character of mine if you don't mind.))

Name/Nicknames: Florence Ellis
Age: 18
Species: (Unrecognized)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Florence has lower back length rust red hair that she keeps straightened; her bangs are cropped into a half-moon style. Her eyes are a reddish brown and tiny bright yellow splotches near her pupils -which seem to grow larger if she is surprised in any way-, which are usually dilated to very small circles. Florence's skin is somewhat tanned, and the teeth from her canines back are oddly sharp.
Attire: Since she has to avoid certain materials, Florence takes great care in seeing what her clothes are made of. She can usually be seen wearing a bright yellow thick strap tank-top with black skinny jeans. Her shoes can vary, but she usually wears vans or shoes similar to them.
Personality: Florence is a very loud and outgoing person, having no problem speaking to those who are new to her. However, she has a major problem interacting with older men, as they scare her.
Background(Optional): Florence grew up in a nice home, with both of her parents and a sibling -who moved away-. As a small child, Florence had no siblings, then when she was three years old her mother had a little boy. At the age of seventeen, Florence's parents split up, however this had little effect on her as she guessed it was going to happen one day.
Flaws: Florence tends to judge men based on their appearances -but has gotten a little better about this-, she tends to accidentally bend things around her if she is scared, (more will be added)
Quirks(Habits, triggers, or odd facts): Florence carries around a small bag that she has tied to her wrist with pieces of iron in it -in the event that she does become anxious-,
Any Weapons or Magic: Florence tends to dislike weapons, but carries around a pocket knife for her own protection
Open to shipping?: Absolutely!
Other(Optional) (Pets, titles, family, etc.):
Seeing as her species is unrecognized, Florence typically views herself as human. In terms of abilities, as long as there is a concentration of iron in any of its forms, Florence can manipulate it. For example, if she were to be in an area with iron rich soil, Florence would be able to use that iron to build a wall around herself.
Florence is good friends with Easton, so much so that his cat was named after her (courtesy of Florence herself).

Eberaus was indeed still seemingly agitated. Though the girl said she wasn't mocking him, he didn't believe a word. Once again, probably have his 'Dragon Pride' to blame for that. His tail continued to lash back and forth, eyes glowing with thin, slit pupils. His forked tongue flicked out, testing the air.
He was mostly silent, except for the low growl coming from him, as the pair conversed to each other. Eberaus had no clue what either were talking about, or who this 'Ben' person was. Instantly distrust crossed his features. Though it seemed Aaron was being 'dragged' along to go visit this person.
Now, where Eberaus was from, something like this, especially since he had no clue who these people were, his thoughts instantly went to 'trap'. For all he knew, this could all indeed lead to a death trap. Something which Eberaus had never had happen to him, nor did he really want it to happen. He only knew from fellow dragons and beasts back in his world. A few of which had have such experiences.
"I'd prefer not being apart of this…less it gets me back home quicker."
Eberaus wanted nothing to do with any mess having just arrived to this new world. That was all he'd need, getting in trouble when he barely knows the 'right from wrong' scenario in this world. It was most likely different from what he was used to.

Aaron looked from the cheerful pair to Eberaus, taking a moment to think of what to say. "Alright, I don't think it would really get you home. I think- I know the park is somewhere towards the center of the city, but there's obviously a lot of other places to go as well." He paused again as his gaze shifted back to the two girls, "This might be for the best. I don't think Ben is going to be very happy once he sees me, so that might not work with you still being… upset." He let the sentence trail off, keeping himself from saying anymore. He didn't want to end up acting defensive seeing the dragon lash his tail, that would likely start an argument. Realizing something he spoke up one more time, "Uh, I'm not the best at this myself but try to not get angry at anyone. All it's going to do is make things harder, since you're not, uh, from here. At least you seem to not be. Come along if you change your mind I guess?"

Nykidia looked at the dragon. "Your welcome to come along. I'm pretty sure there will be food there but if you don't want to that's fine." Nykidia said as she turned to Aaron. "How well do you know this guy?" She said pointing at the dragon.

"Uh, just met him." Aaron admitted, "I'm not very used to big cities and I was lost, he seemed lost, we both were lost, so we were going to find directions before this came along." He moved to put her hand down, glancing at the man himself. "Probably shouldn't point at the guy with glowing eyes. Like I said I don't really know Eberaus so……." That was really the only answer, he didn't have anything else to say about it. It was the dragon's choice if he wanted to come or not, he didn't have any place deciding otherwise.

"I understand that he is a dragon. I have met a few before and they were pretty nice. He seems a bit… frightened? Noooo wary? I don't know." Night said from Nykidia's shoulder.

Eberaus eyes shifted between the pair. His eyes landed on the shadowy figure on the girl's shoulder. Now then, his thoughts instantly went back to his world. The dragon seemingly bristled, his growl becoming even more audible. He opened his jaws, allowing for better scent collection. Though, once he got the scent, it wasn't a threat, unlike the ones he knew of.
"A shadowbeast? No, the scent isn't right for that, neither is its nature."
His eyes settled on the shadow, "When you live a life of solitude, and the most frequent visitors you have happens to be either thieves or dragon slayers, well, I would think that explains enough."
It was true for Eberaus. As most of his kind, he had his own hoard of valuables. He honestly didn't think some of his collection would mean anything to humans, but seemed he was wrong, for he had caught a few trespassers trying to get into his cave and hoard. Then of course the dragon slayer, but they were rather uncommon in his area. Most Eberaus knew were found further and towards more populated dragon territory. He just lived around the outskirts in a separate mountain.
He finally removed his hand from the hilt of his blade. Though that didn't mean he still didn't feel threatened. Eberaus did appear human, but he was still a dragon. His lashing tail seemed to slow down slightly, flicking one way, then the other. The feathers along it, however, remained flared fully.
"I might trail behind…follow at my own leisure."

"Alright. Uh, I guess off to wherever Ben is." He seemed to grow silent as he thought of something. Even as he took a moment to think his instincts didn't let him ignore his surroundings, letting himself relax slightly seeing Eberaus take his hand off his sword. "I don't blame you. All the people I know are traitors and enemies." Aaron growled, though his voice was low so it would only be caught if Eberaus were actually paying attention, "Of course, they have a reason to hate me."

"Ok then but there wouldn't be any walking." Nykidia said looking at Night. Nykidia took a deep breath in and inhaled Night. Nykidia's irises flared a deep purple. "Were traveling by shadow." Nykidia said outstretching her hand. She looked at Eberaus. "There will be no following with this but if you want to come along then grab my hand." Night said.