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Tsidia, the mind player

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    female
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    Having fun at the tavern
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    new creatures to meet, new brawls and drinks. Adrenaline and fear. Speed and chase. Emotion and impulse - that's me
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  1. Tsidia, the mind player

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    Yes, I am on board with the new thread
  2. Tsidia, the mind player

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    I posted right before you, and there's nothing in particular demanding me to act right now, so I'll pass this turn if that's okay
  3. Tsidia, the mind player

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    Alrighty
  4. Tsidia, the mind player

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    umm did I break the post order? Should I delete my reply? Sorry, my brain was going on autopilot there
  5. Tsidia, the mind player

    Quest of Babdol

    Tsidia's body waved from one side to another. If she wasn't holding her horse with whole body, she'd get thrown off like a kite. Tsidia bent her hinds down on the animal's rear. She reached forward with her paws. The dragoness made sure not to claw through the skin. The ness rushed forward in a sudden pull. She settled down like a cat resting on the couch. Her tail unwound and slapped over the animal's rump. As the horse kicked up, she dashed to its front and then... the leap. Tsidia spread her wings. For a few moments, she was swimming through the air. Her body bobbed up and down like an eastern noodle before she stabilized her flight. The dragoness took a deep breath. She rolled over to make a barrel, feeling the wind brush over her scales. The dragoness gained fair altitude fast. Her horse stayed below, the two knowing what each other had in mind. If hard terrain came to pass, she could map it out from above. Then, she'd land on her horse, stir it the optimal way and take flight again. This guidance continued until she found herself in a crack. If she stayed careful, Tsidia could keep up the narrow flight. Instead, she lowered herself. The dragoness folded her wings, crashing down in a dive. About 10m before impact, she opened them slightly. Enough to start cancelling momentum. With the right timing, she would grab onto her horse once their speeds were similar
  6. Tsidia, the mind player

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    Fine by me
  7. Tsidia, the mind player

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    My timezone is GMT+0200 (W. Europe Summer Time) according to some kind of webpage. I'm free on Fridays from 3pm, Saturdays from 2pm whole Sundays
  8. Tsidia, the mind player

    Living in the laybirynth

    Harry closed his eyes. A white trail of cold smoke left the male's maw as he forced his body to tense up. He wasn't coming home. Not a single soul was around. "Am I dead? Is this some kind of eternal punishment?" run through his head. "Is it a simulation? Am Is someone testing me? Am I in a coma?" followed after. Harry gritted his teeth. A sudden migraine blurred out his thoughts. Harry held his head, feeling like it could explode at any moment. Dark spots danced in front of his eyes. They had weird shapes. Like walls of letters and numbers. The pain run down the dragon's neck and splashed over his back. Like waves of water, they run over body, coating him in physical misery to go with the mental one. The dragon opened his maw to scream when something like a slice cut the sensation off. "Whoever... no. Whatever you are..." He got up and started walking forward. "I hope you're having fun because I'm going to have some too". Harry leaned forward and run. He wasn't getting anywhere. Just away. Away from this mud. This filth which gave him so much only to take it away. Hearth beat in his chest. The mud coating his legs froze and broke off. Frostbites changed into burns, which run back to frostbites. This cycle continued until Harry couldn't run anymore. His vision blurred and the dragon fell, face-forward into a soft grass. Harry walk up on a meadow. He moved to lay on side, in a half-boomerang shape. He hugged his own tail, completing the circle. Closed his eyes, wanting only to fall asleep again. Hours passed in lifeless stasis. Then, something chewed on his tail. The male didn't mind it. It kept on chewing, now starting to bother. The male turned his head over. A purple-scaled dragoness was munching on his tail. "This is normal". Harry turned back to himself, trying not to interrupt her. She snuggled up to his side, which in turn drew a soft purr from his throat. "Don't disappear, okay?", he asked in a shaky tone. Harry closed his eyes, feeling a slow pulse. Pulse of the entire forest, the whole world moving forward. "One time", she replied in an angelic voice. Then, everything faded. "No more second chances".
  9. Tsidia, the mind player

    Quest of Babdol

    Tsidia was already wrapped around her horse. She entangled the animal in her tail coils. After half of its body rested in the scaly cover, the female turned her snout to the command link of their party. This one looked... dead. That's all Tsidia could tell. If there was a saddle on her horse, she'd lean back and raise her snout with pride, trying to mimic a rider. Otherwise, she'd stay coiled like a snake. In a way known only to her, the ness guided her horse up to holder of the compass. She lowered her gaze to the compass itself, then pulled up to the panther-kin. Then back to the compass. Up to the male's eyes again. Tsidia moved her snout a little closer. Looked left. Looked right. Waited until nobody was watching. In a flash, Tsidia opened her maw and brushed her serpent tongue over the compass. As fast, she drew back. The dragoness pretended that it never happened. Although, a trail of saliva rested on the item's surface. Tasted like magic, or so she thought. Tsidia put together the most innocent eyes she could. The ness rolled herself and horse over to the rest of their quick-assemble team. She rolled her eyes over at what she thought was extensive and unnecessary chatter. Their words weren't going to change anything. They were slowing everything down.
  10. Tsidia, the mind player

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    Post ahead, I was hoping for it all along! and when I was joining I thought you had everything planned? It's a quest after all.
  11. Tsidia, the mind player

    Living in the laybirynth

    Harry stretched himself in the mud. After countless hours of laying still, his body has grown limp. Patience was his most deadly weapon. That and his morning smell. The male's thoughts broke when an incoming howl came from his left side. Could that be it? His sensitive hearing noted paw pads pressing on grass. Something must have been close. A wolf. Some kind of scout. The male's muscles tensed up as he heard the whistle of air sniffed around him. How did he smell like anyway? Was it an intensive fetor, or a calming breeze? Harry found himself mimicking wolf's action. The scent of rotting mud filled his nostrils. Tears run down the male's cheeks. He started choking. The wolf took a step back. It raised it's snout and howled. The call made a shriek run down Harry's spine. The male gritted his teeth. He got up, turned and run. The sound of paw-pads got louder. Closer. More numerous. Another howl came from behind. Harry started panting. "Please get me home. Please get me home", he cried as he run forward. No, he couldn't die like this. He couldn't panic. Harry was now on some kind of dessert. With trees sprinkled around, because why not. He closed his eyes, letting everything fade. The world started to blur out. Things were changing, calming down. Desserts became rivers, which turned into waterfalls. Those led to places which were behind him. Harry shook his head. The wolves were starting to leave. He wasn't worth their time. There must have been a way to navigate in this place. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been any wolves. The male crouched and started crawling. He followed marks left in the sand. They had a way to get to places. He needed to learn that too. At some point, the marks cut and the terrain changed. Harry was standing in mud. He opened his maw to shout how much he hated this place. Insulting the place which kept him alive wouldn't be a good idea. So instead, he promised himself not to take any deep breaths until he was clean. The dragon sat down, leaned against a tree. He wasn't getting anywhere.
  12. Tsidia, the mind player

    OOC Quest of Babdol

    This is getting inactive.. .
  13. Tsidia, the mind player

    Living in the laybirynth

    When Harry woke up, he was cold. The dragon let out a weak murr, as he rolled over to his side. Without saying a word, he crawled down to his room. Getting back to the kitchen took him a while. Harry sighed and lit up the fireplace. His food supplies were running short. The dragon curled himself into a ball next to the fire. His black scales absorbed warmth like a sponge would absorb water. When he felt strong enough to exist again, Harry sat down by the table. "What am I? Why am I here?", he shook his head and pressed against the main door. There was no time for such questions. Harry walked forward, leaving the house behind. He closed his eyes, remembering everything about the scenery. The way it looked, the mud surrounding it from one side, forest and an arctic one on the other side. The male took a closer look at himself. He was a dragon, right? Dragons can hunt. Why wouldn't he be able to do that? The male spread his wings and... he didn't have any wings. Harry took air in. He started counting. 1...2...3...[...]...10. He opened his eyes. Nope, still no wings. Damn it. It was going be the old fashioned way then. The male took a few steps closer towards the mud. Harry closed his eyes. He tried not to think about it as he buried himself deep within the stuff. His scales blended colours with the mud. Harry laid his tail down and froze. In such forest, he expected something to come by at some point. Time passed...
  14. Tsidia, the mind player

    Living in the laybirynth

    Harry stayed indoors for the following hours. He looked through through the windows, watching his surroundings change. There must have been a pattern somewhere. Was it him, or the house moving? The male increased his dosages throughout the evening. While watching the midnight stars, the dragon was holding a drink. That meant a pot filled with hot water and a potential poison. The liquid started to colour the water inside. A very light shade of pink. Since a droplet, five and 15 didn't hurt him, the male placed a full berry inside. The night sky was so full of stars. Harry sighed. He could still remember how he couldn't sleep late at nights. When his mother found him sitting on the roof, he was preparing to run for his life. To his surpirse, she sat next to him without a mean glare. She ran a soft-scaled paw down his head and neck, which made him purr. He laid his head in her lap and till the sun rose, they looked at different configurations. They discussed what stares were and meant. Sparks of fire on horizon, shy infernos in their eyes. Harry shook his head and the memory away. Only now did he realize that his drink was empty. Not only that, his hind leg was paralyzed. The male could feel the sensation spreading across his body. His heart could burst any moment from the pressure on his chest. Harry's gaze fixed at the stars. "It reminds me of the wind", he said as the edge between now and memories blended. "That's why we call it 'tornado', silly. The sign of your very own." A response of the wind hissed over his ears. By then, Harry was limp and unable to get down. He smirked as he looked up at the stars. "I'm glad I could enjoy a drink." With that, the night came and all became dark. A mark of tornado painted across the night sky.
  15. Tsidia, the mind player

    Living in the laybirynth

    When Harry woke up, he could hear the echo of a fading giggle. "Please don't go", he threw out, hopeless. The male shook himself awake. He was still holding a pawful of pink fruit, the trophy of his hunt. He doubted it would be as simple as 'berries' and that the smallest dose would kill him. "Home, sweet home", he cheered himself. Harry was reduced to crawling through the door. Once inside, he started laughing and crying. That would be it for day one. The dragon knew he couldn't allow himself staying still. The ground was warm and safe. It was the comfiest place he could dream of, but he needed to get stuff done. The dragon added wood to list of things he couldn't afford to care about. He stopped himself before throwing a piece into the furnace. He couldn't afford to be careless with his stuff. A cold night wouldn't kill him yet. After searching for something cold to eat and wrapping his blanket in another blanket, he sat down by the table to look at his catch again. Harry let his mind flow for a long while. Then, an idea came. Harry checked his cupboards and fished out three pots. He run outside and went straight to the wet mud plains. While having his eyes honed on the planks of his home like his life depended on it, he put the pots on the surface of the stuff. He tried to get as much water and as little of the mud as possible. Once two of the pots were full, he ran back inside. Why did he take the third one? Nobody knew. Not even himself. Turns out the male was going to light the fire, after all. He put the two pots on the flame, waiting for the water to boil. When it did, he poured the liquid into the empty one, careful to not let in any solids. The male put away the two buckets. He made sure the third one didn't have any solids on it. Then he let it cool off. Put it over the fire again. Waited for it to cool. Then boiled the water again. "Okay, that's enough", he said to himself and put everything he had on the table. Reaching for one of the berries, he squeezed out but a droplet of the stuff into the water. It entered with a plop, leaving a beautiful trail. He stirred the brew with a claw. "Welp, here goes nothing." Harry leaned down and took a sip. He waited.
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