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Vatista last won the day on December 8 2019

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  1. The redheaded dragon girl instinctively leaned against her lover's arm and shoulder, sharing the solemn moment. It felt really nice to just let her emotions quietly flow right now. Even Aslashar joined in and against her better judgment, she actually found his little quip rather amusing. A small chuckle left her lips as she slowly stood up. Well, her father's soul had obviously moved on, she already spent enough time mourning his remains. It felt cathartic to be able to find closure regarding her origins. Akni's attention was taken by her grandfather's fiddling with the ground. She went over as he procured an item from beneath the upturned earth. "Woah..." So it was true after all, the totem did exist. Her amber eyes reflected the ruby shine of the draconic statuette. It was as beautiful as it was fierce. The artifact made no effort in hiding the power contained within. "Why... thank you. I'm honored." She blinked a few times in awe before reaching out for the figurine. Her palms felt warmer when she touched it. The girl brought it closer to her chest to examine it closer. She felt as if the object was resonating with her. She could feel power coursing from its ruby body into her veins. This... this was a similar, yet distinct, feeling as to when she donned that cursed choker. The primal, raw, strength was identical, yet it carried no malice with it this time. "Haaa..." She breathed out, stimulated by the power. Unlike the cursed choker, it didn't try to force itself into her, it simply laid there, waiting for her to grasp it. By her own volition, she'd gladly do so. Closing her eyes in deep focus, Akni grasped the statuette tighter as both it and her body shone flaming red. The artifact promptly vanished in her arms, absorbed into her body. Then, the redhead opened her eyes, slitted reptilian amber pupils gazing at the wide open sky. She flexed her legs then leaped high into the air before erupting circles of fire around her. Inferno covered her whole body as she grew, larger and larger, far past the point of her usual half-dragon size. Massive wings spread from her back as fiery red scales covered her whole form. Every part of her body shifted until the flame-covered silhouette of a massive dragon blot the sky. Once the inferno receded, Arkanist, no, Akni floated there, in her full draconic glory. The female dragon roared, unleashing jets of flame from her fanged maw. She flexed her wings to fly around for a bit before landing at some distance from the party. She craned her neck at trio of men and judging by the signature cheeky grin on her jaw, there was beyond any doubt that Akni was herself. "I can get used to this." She finally spoke, her voice rumbling, "Oh... I forgot to take off my clothes first though... damn it."
  2. The little march might not have been that long, but it sure felt like forever considering her circumstances and Bailith's leisurely pace. In a subconscious effort to stave off her boredom, Iris examined her surroundings, finding herself rather taken by the many engravings on the doors. She wondered if there were any meanings behind them. Perhaps, it was related their tendency to show off. Examining these doors were a better alternative than making eye contact with her new master. Everyone here had a creepy stare. Finally, she arrived at a phoenix-engraved door, Suite 12B. Looks like this was it, this little scum's lair. A part of her wanted to just book it right then and there, but she took solace in knowing that she had her power and weapons available to her. When the door opened, the revealed room honestly took her by surprise. She expected a den of villainous cruelty, with spikes, chains, and blood splatters all over the place. What she witnessed was a fancy apartment. Iris never stepped foot in a place like this before, her orphanage certainly couldn't compare, while the laboratory was obviously out of consideration. It was as if those picture books became a reality right in front of her. A bit dumbfounded, she just followed Bailith's lead to the canopy bed. Her chains rattle a bit as she was sat down at the edge. She closed her manacled legs closer together and looked up at the whispering man. "Sure..." She answered, trying to sound disinterested but couldn't help to reveal that she was indeed quite hungry. She didn't have anything to eat ever since they stuck her into that cage.
  3. The air had turned rather solemn as the party of four journeyed back out of the deep subterranean hole. Akni was just content to just follow Ark while listening to his stories, spoken from someone who held insurmountable amount of wisdom and experience. Heh, that half-machine half-flesh abomination was definitely one of the desert anomalies alright. By the time they ventured outdoors once more, the sun had set hours ago, the night sky reigning as biting cold breeze swept through the desert. Unlike heat, Akni was uncomfortable with the cold so she shivered much like Landon. However, her grandfather didn't seem bothered or was he just relieved to be out of that cave? It wasn't like he was trapped either. Maybe he spent all those years mourning for his deceased son. Nevertheless, it was time to leave this ruined city. A draconic transformation was always an awe to behold, Akni would know, she both saw and experienced the process herself. After Ark was properly in dragon form, she wasted no time in ushering Landon to mount him, despite his reluctance. "Don't worry, I can fly in to catch you if you fall~" That might make his anxiety worse, but he was a grown man, he could handle himself. Taking into the skies, Akni sat back and enjoyed the journey. This felt liberating, to finally have the answers and leave the accursed place without loose ends. The redhead couldn't help but chuckle as Ark mischievously toyed with the settlements below. Now she realized where she got her prankster streak from. She didn't mind the pace actually, content to just sit there and sometimes take a nap or two, it wasn't like they were on an urgent mission. Her father was already dead... his corpse wouldn't be going anywhere. At last, they seemed to have arrived. Clutching Landon back, Akni's amber eyes watched as Ark revealed her father's tomb, buried beneath the snow. "..." Those massive bones, they once belonged to a great dragon alright. In silence, Akni hopped down from Ark's back then approached the pile. So, this was Arkanalandis, her blood father. She had so many questions to ask him, like who was her human mother, why did they decide to leave her in the care of someone else, and other things. But, she figured she didn't need the answers anyway. What's done is done. Smiling somberly, Akni crouched near one of the massive rib bone, lay her forehead against it, then closed her eyes in mourning.
  4. Iris had to admit, it was becoming very hard to keep holding back her desire to kill everyone. The way they were bidding on the dark-haired girl as if she was a literal cattle for sale, utterly disgusting. These fancy-clothed bastards weren't human, but monsters taking the guise of one. They might not have cursed powers like her kin, but they were abominations nonetheless. Pursing her lips, Iris exhaled heavily as she watched the gavel came down, cementing the black-haired girl's fate as that creepy woman's toy. She could only watch as slaves were pulled forward then auctioned off one-by-one. Although a few didn't manage to garner interest, one of them Heth. In hindsight, this was a good thing. This meant he'd be back at the cage, easier to find him later. "Nghkl?!" Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when her leash was pulled, causing her collar to choke her briefly, forcing her to move forward with rattles of her chains and cuffs. The pure hatred oozing from her expression was undeniable as she arrived by Longriver's side. When the bid for her began, Iris oddly felt embarrassed, enough to leak through her anger. "..." Being the center of attention as the product being auctioned was different than simply watching from the sidelines, even though she was naked and restrained in both cases. Longrivers certainly spared no expense in gushing about her, in odd contrast to how she was viewed back in the laboratory. "Haha..." How ironic, the people who were her enemy actually praised her features while the doctors deemed her a freak of nature. Regardless, she knew it was all smoke and mirrors, or else these children would look happy and comfortable instead of shaking in fear. "Noisy..." She winced at the sheer chaos that was her bidding process. Most of them ate up Longrivers' words just like that, throwing increasingly higher bids... until one of them silenced the rest. A green-eyed man named 'Balith'. Like his ilk, he looked well-mannered, groomed, and attractive, but they were all the same inside. Rotten. She hatefully stared at Longriver's eyes as he detached her leash to exchange it with the Balith's own, attaching the new set of chains onto her indigo collar. He then handed it over to Balith's hands. "Mmmgh..." Iris drew back when her new owner whispered to her, but then forced to follow him when he pulled at her leash. Her manacles rattled with her movements as the purple-haired girl marched in her shackles, wrists still restrained behind her back. She wondered where would he take her and whether her chance to make her move would come soon or not. It seemed Balith hadn't noticed that her abilities and gadgets were available to her. Good...
  5. Writing as Akni Otria La Ultima Fortuna, Last Chance Morning sunlight basked the upper-class residential area of Last Chance, casting a warm glow through the windows of the fine houses. Among one of these houses was owned by Akni Otria, occupied by herself and her blue-eyed lover and partner, Landon. "Nnn..." Waking up from her restful slumber after a night of sensual love. Akni's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of fiery irises. She shifted her petite limbs, rustling the sheets as the redhead examined the still slumbering form of Landon, his iconic blue eyes still hidden to her. Well, she was often the one who woke up first, being an early riser. "Heh~" Looking at him now, it would be quite farfetched to think the young man used to be a cruel, callous, ruthless slave master and seeing them now, they had definitely left behind their shaky past. Her petite nude frame crawled on the bed, a finger brushing a stray midnight lock out of his forehead. The redhead bent down, pressing her lips against it. He could rest for a couple more moments. "Aaah~" Stretching up, Akni picked up his shirt, crisply folded the other clothes discarded the night before. The girl wore it, her small frame was enough for the oversized shirt to cover everything from the shoulder to knee. "Right..." Stepping down from the bed, she figured she could make breakfast first. Exiting the master bedroom, she made her way down to the first floor where the kitchen was, thoughts brimming in her mind. They really had come far since then, huh? Well, Landon had left his slaver job behind and with the Dead disbanding, Akni no longer had ties with them as well. The two was free to carve their own paths from now on. Akni was an adventurer at heart so even though she wasn't currently affiliated with anyone at the moment, it would only be a matter of time until she found a job or two that'd satisfy her thrill-seeking self. Right now? Judging from the packed bags and supplies in the living room, it was quite apparent the couple was planning a trip. --- When Landon woke up, the blue-eyed man would see his petite lover was no longer on the bed. Instead, the bedroom's door was opened and his trained senses could hear the telltale sounds of eggs being fried in a pan. Upon arriving at the kitchen, he'd see Akni's dainty frame, clad only in his shirt, fiery red locks cascading down her back, unbound by her signature clippers. She was currently humming a cheerful song, it wasn't hard to see why really, the girl was excited for their daring adventure into the hearts of The Velhatien Desert, where the Heat Flash phenomenon of Genesaris first originated. For someone who was so attuned to the flames, the fire dragon bearing the form of a petite human girl, she must visit the place at least once in her lifetime. Right now, however, they were going to have breakfast and... it looked like Akni hadn't noticed him yet.
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