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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 6, 2015 0:42:49 GMT -5
The dragon closed its eyes and raised its head to the sky, listening to Forsaken's song in silence. So soothing... but so powerful... It was even more enticing up close. Her majestic voice was like a symphony to its eardrums, and every note filled the magnificent beast with great pleasure.
Such beauty... Such a shame she had to conduct her song in this foul wasteland. Something this lovely deserved to be treasured...
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Post by DMis on Oct 6, 2015 0:45:59 GMT -5
The voice in the back of her mind seemed to quiet as Forsaken came to the end of her song and curtsied. "Thank you~" she offered to the three before her.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 6, 2015 1:21:48 GMT -5
Crona happily smiled. "Of course, dear master," they bowed, Ragnarok mimicing. After only a few seconds, the dark figure began bulking up, growing to its much larger, more powerful size.
"You're an excellent singer, master," Ragnarok cheered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 6, 2015 1:28:22 GMT -5
The dragon looked down at the three again, growling lowly in a sort of contemplative hum. He was quite content with the siren, but something about the pink-haired child and the black creature accompanying him... her... it... quickly irked the dragon. Maybe it was their off-putting scent. Maybe it was the way they were meddling with its new prize...
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Post by DMis on Oct 6, 2015 1:36:55 GMT -5
Forsaken smiled to the trio. "Thank you," she offered as gears turned in her mind. "I can keep singing if you all wish that."
'Thought I wonder where a good location to sing would be.... The accoustics here are rather nice and my voice carries farther,' she thought as she paused for a few beats to pick the next song from her mind.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 6, 2015 1:50:40 GMT -5
Crona looked to the dragon, smiling. "Oh, do I seem strange?" they asked, Pulling forth a massive sword as Ragnarok seemed to vanish. They cut open part of their arm, black ooze sliding from it. "Perhapse it's because my blood is black."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 6, 2015 8:52:49 GMT -5
The dragon narrowed it glowing eyes and grumbled in suspicion. Ordinarily, it would view someone like this as little more than prey, but that blood was way too foul for it to even consider getting a drop of it in its mouth. Not to mention the very unusual sword the child carried, one that undoubtedly possessed unique abilities.
Needless to say, the dragon did not like this child. It was tempted to simply take its new keepsake and leave, but considering Forsaken had offered to sing again... well, one more song couldn't hurt.
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Post by DMis on Oct 6, 2015 11:02:56 GMT -5
"You don't have to make yourself bleed child," Forsaken scolded to the pink haired being.
She took a breath before starting to sway and dance again.
'How long can I entertain a dragon?' she thought as a song bubbled from her lips.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 6, 2015 20:52:02 GMT -5
Crona's cut seemed to instantly heal, the teen nodding. "Forgive me," he offered, blushing as the new song began to flow. Their head swayed to the beat, simply enmoured with her singing ability.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 6, 2015 21:29:58 GMT -5
Once again, the dragon listened in respectful silence. The siren's voice was exquisite in and of itself, sure, but whereas her last few songs were newfound wonders to the dragon, something about this song seemed... bizarrely familiar. As though it had heard it before somewhere. It was spectacular, absolutely, but it couldn't help but ponder if there was a deeper meaning to the music's familiarity.
A tune engraved in the subconscious... A lost treasure... Could this perhaps be a clue to the dragon's missing or otherwise complete lack of identity?
As Forsaken finished the song, the dragon leaned its head down, getting up close and personal with her and Crona. It took a moment to study the latter before training its sights on Forsaken again; its yellow eyes seemed to glow with some deep, age-old curiosity.
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Post by DMis on Oct 6, 2015 21:43:53 GMT -5
"Did you both enjoy the concert?" she asked softly to the trio. Her hand hovered close to the dragon's snout as if she was reaching to gently touch the handsome creature.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 6, 2015 21:49:42 GMT -5
Crona smiled, bowing down. "Very muchly, mistress," they offered, Ragnarok still keeping hidden for reasons unknown. "Is there perhapse something else we could do? Concerts here are nice, but they seem.... boring without an audience..."
Their newfound calm exterior was somewhat unsettling, as though their trance gave them a confidence that was never previously in their old life. For once, Crona almost seemed to be enjoying themself.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 6, 2015 22:01:06 GMT -5
At first, the dragon seemed content with the others, even going so far as to relax slightly and lean a bit closer, as though giving consent to Forsaken's touch. But then it heard Crona give their suggestion.
An... audience...?
Immediately, it directed its fiery yellow gaze on Crona, snarled and slammed a clawed hand down upon the metal surface, not particularly near Crona but just close enough to get the threat across. It would hear no such talk of an audience. One could only begin to imagine the chaos that would ensue if a large enough gathering encountered such a dangerous beast, and it wasn't about to let anyone separate it from the majestic siren. Her voice was a treasure too precious for lowly commoners...
...and the dragon wanted it to itself.
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Post by DMis on Oct 6, 2015 22:07:18 GMT -5
Forsaken jumped back slightly out of surprise at the dragon's reation. "Easy big guy," she offered to the large beast. "Our pink haired friend was only making a suggestion. We don't have to take it right now."
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Post by ryocker on Oct 6, 2015 22:11:31 GMT -5
Crona didn't seem phased. "That's all it was," they smiled. "I suppose for now, we can keep our concerts private." They hopped on a nearby metal railing, smiling and awaiting further orders from the siren. "So, what would you suggest we do next?" they asked.
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