Recent content by Cygnet

As the steady rhythm of Nazharul’s wings continued their calming cadence, Cygnet fell into a deep sleep. Her body, exhausted and sore, found solace in the gentle motion. With a soft sigh, she rested her cheek against Tuon's back and subconsciously nuzzled into the rider’s warm, supportive form...

"Shit, well. Best get us back by morning then.." she smirked, and the comment about Nazharul and his sensitivities made her laugh, the sound lost in the rush of wind as the dragon beat his wings and launched them into the air. She turned to see Dusk follow suit, and in the air she admired her...

Cygnet gave a respectful bow of her head as the golden dragon made it easier for her to mount up. "Thank you, Nazharul." she smiled hesitantly, taking Tuon's hand until she was able to seat herself. Dusciathos meanwhile, sat watching the entire thing with pure jealousy and disgust, her teeth...

Cygnet gave the woman a skeptical look, uncertain of whether this was a good idea or not. Dusk was already snarling at the prospect of allowing Cygnet to so much as touch Nazharul. She wrapped her arm around her side and gingerly got to her feet, already agreeing Tuon's point as she felt the...

Dusk's gaze narrowed at the chuffing golden dragon, a stream of smoke curling from her nostrils. Cygnet laughed under her breath, and had been about to protest that she had no choice, when the woman offered her another.. "You mean, fly.. with you?" she asked, glancing up at Naz uncertainly...

Cygnet offered the woman a light smile. She didn't think she'd ever heard anyone wishing Cullen well. "Hm." she nodded, and looked down at the stitched wound. It was neat, and no longer bleeding. "Thank you, Tuon." She laughed under her breath and shook her head. "I wish I could, but it's a...

The girl's brows rose and she gave a slow nod. "Ah.. Well, I doubt I'd have lasted five minutes. And I'm sure as shit not nobility.." she laughed under her breath, looking up at Dusk who huffed a stream of smoke at her. "I was just lucky. She saved my life when I was twelve.." she smiled, but...

Cygnet kept her eyes on Tuon's face as she spoke, trying to keep her mind from the stitches. "We are all cadets at some point.." she said, "You're not only anything.. You're a rider." she looked past her to the jewelled dragon, her brow quirking in realisation. "You, took part in the Rise?" she...

The tension in the air was palpable, and Cygnet winced in apology, slowly pulling her hand back as she let out a hissed breath through her teeth... "Sorry.." she murmured almost imperceptibly, and braced herself. "I've never been a particularly good patient.." she laughed mirthlessly, and let...

Cygnet shrugged as Tuon studied her dragon. "That's just what she reminded me of.." she murmured. She didn't know if there was such a thing as Twilight dragons, but if they could have sun and moon dragons then why not?! "She has.. Anger management issues." Cygnet commented dryly, much to Dusk's...

She watched Tuon as she approached and flopped down beside her, swallowing a dryness in her throat before letting out a nasal huff she disguised as a laugh.."You are quite the hero.." she murmured shamefully, feeling more hopeless than ever. Blue eyes shifted back to Naz with a glimmer of...

Cygnet's response was measured, her gaze steady as she addressed her dragon's aggressive display. Dusk's reaction mirrored the tension in response. Dusk's lips curled back over her dagger-like teeth, her wings and frills shimmering in a display of defiance. She stood her ground, her amethyst...

Cygnet's body convulsed as she expelled water from her lungs, rolling onto her side, she struggled to catch her breath, the burning ache in her side a constant reminder of the wound she carried. With a grimace, she pressed a hand against the it, gritting her teeth against the pain. As Dusk...

In the depths of unconsciousness, Cygnet floated, adrift in the silent embrace of darkness. The ringing in her ears drowned out the chaos of clashing beasts, leaving her oblivious to the tumult of battle, to the screams of the creature as their dragons tore it apart. There was no sensation of...

Even beneath the surface the screech that the creature let out was almost deafening. It's jaws snapped and it's massive head swung in attempt to shake loose the riders and their blades. Cygnet held tight, the surface all too distant now. Up. Up, up.... up.. She had no idea if the creature...