TEST DRIVE MEME;

[modforged]

➥ Comment with a character you'd like to use in the setting of Warforged (character/canon in subject line).
➥ For the purposes of the meme, you may choose the flight you feel best fits your character.
➥ These threads may be used in place of your FIRST PERSON SAMPLE on your application!! Yay!!!
➥ Be sure to provide a location of some kind if you are not using the dragon sanctums!
➥ Don't forget, different colored flights CANNOT ENTER one another's sanctums without being attacked!
➥ Tag around! Have fun! WE LOOK FORWARD TO HAVING YOU!

Comments

[spellforged]

[At least she knows her place -- that seems to be most important to the Spellweaver as he settles down. He's a bit twitchy, even for a dragon of his size.]

You have nothing to fear from my flight, Bluesworn, so long as you show my children proper respect.

[faultline]

So eager to join the battle. [ yeah, right.

she doesn't know for certain, even after circling the sanctum so much. wasn't what she was keeping an eye out for, really. riven looks back the way they've come, trying to see if the portal lays behind them. ]

There, it's possible. [ she turns, setting off to see for herself. ]

[airachnophobia]

[ Her eyes flick past Riven, to the indicated path, considering. This small, slight thing isn't a threat, but it would be an inconvenience if she tried anything... In a moment she lifts herself up again, many clicking footsteps heading after Riven, with no other sound. Any glances back at her will just get another of those little smiles. ]

[anybody]

Okay. [ What should she arm herself with? A dagger or something? She isn't really sure that she even wants to use a dagger, but it's the first thing that comes to mind, so it's what she concentrates on willing into existence in her free hand for now. In the meantime, she just follows complacently and looks around when asked where she came from. ]

Um, in that direction. [ She nods her head to indicate which way she's talking about, not remembering place names but remembering the scenery. And now that it's been a minute or so of concentration, Lady holds out a blade that she definitely did not have before. ] Is this okay? [ It's a decorative and ornate thing, looking more like something someone would put on display than an actual hunting knife. It doesn't help that it really doesn't seem overly sharp either, but hey, she tried. ]

[faultline]

[ riven isn't sure if she's glad or not that airachnid has decided to follow, but it is what it is. she walks at a slow, measured pace, not hurrying despite the looming threat of-- is it rude to ask constructs what they're supposed to be?-- whatever, behind her.

it was probably faster to go another way, one more direct, but they do eventually find the portal. riven eyes it up and down, recognizing it for what it is. (or should be.) the cave itself seems endless, beyond this. ]

After you. [ she says, as though she has any intention of following at all. ]

[faultline]

[airachnophobia]

Oh, you've found it. [ A perfect performance of the dull surprise of having very, very low expectations slightly surpassed. One can never expect too much from humans, after all.

She eyes the portal for a moment, before a small shift of her head has her glancing back toward Riven. ]

Shouldn't you go first? You've earned it.

[mortalforged]

[There's a cloaked figure who may or may not seem familiar. Seeing Adra's distress, he approaches. Something like a high elven face can be gleaned from the shadows of the cowl; red-streaked silver hair spills everywhere.]

Are you all right?

[gradationair]

[ he most certainly doesn't, though it'll earn her an eyebrow raise. ]

Not particularly. I've been better. [ though really, that is the least of his concerns right now. ] And you are? [ while he'd really like to comment on the unusual manner of dress, he'll hold his tongue. for now... ]

[faultline]

[ no, it isn't. riven will not disparage her efforts, though; the cruelty is unnecessary. lady's directions leave just as much to be desired as her dagger, and riven's brow furrows just a bit. ]

You're certain? [ she purses her lips. you make do with what you get, she supposes. riven drops lady's hand as she moves ahead, going the way that was shown to her. ]

A)

[mortalforged]

[Another night elf-- on the surface, anyway-- stops beneath the tree and looks up. He seems casual and comfortable, if not a bit drifty.]

Is something wrong, hero?

a)

[mortalforged]

[Not too far from Raisa, there's some excited and cute 'beeping' from a handful of green whelps. A couple have nested in a nearby night elf's hair. Another is happy enough to just sit and gnaw on some flowers. The most adventurous of the lot has rolled over to Raisa and might be about to gum her tail, like a newborn pup.

Their babysitter is, unfortunately, asleep.]

wow rude

[anybody]

[ She'll just take the lack of comment as a good thing, and assume her decorative dagger is ready for any battle that she sincerely hopes won't happen because she won't be participating in it anyway. ]

Yes, I'm certain. [ Even once Riven lets go of her hand, she scurries after her and continues to follow closely, not wanting to be left behind. ] So are we going back to where I came from? What about where you came from, was it dangerous there?

[faultline]

You were the one that wanted it.

[ riven finally turns to look (up) at airachnid again, one eyebrow slightly raised. something in that phrasing bothers her-- she's not sure what. ] There was nothing to earn. An exit is hardly a prize.

[deathforged]

Riven.

[It rumbles through the cavern and he adjusts himself with the screech of metal plating.]

Yes. I am Deathwing.

[Taking questions from such a puny little thing -- it amuses him. He is happy to oblige for as long as it entertains him.]

My flight is always up to my standards, Riven. Those expectations will be extended over my Dragonsworn as well.

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[faultline]

You don't belong where I'm from.

[ both here on azeroth, and places before. ]

If anywhere, you need to be returned to your sanctum. [ someone there can look after lady, probably make sure she doesn't run off and get herself killed. riven has no idea if retracing her steps will get them where they need to go, but it seems like a good start. ]

[anybody]

So you're not from the same sanctum? Which one are you from? Have you been there long?

[ It isn't really her place to ask all these questions, but there's such a pure innocence behind them that it isn't hard to tell she's just naive and genuinely curious, not acting on behalf of her flight or anything else but simply trying to figure things out for herself. ]

[deathforged]

[Metalhead will not hbe getting too much closer to those eggs if he values his little doggy tush. Deathwing seems to simply appear behind a mountain near the clutch in question, claws wrapping around it with the horrible sound of metallic plating scraping against one another.

If that doesn't deter him, the next step will be consumption. The Aspect stands partially in the lake of lava nearby, waiting for the dog or his handler to make a decision.]

[stormstrike]

[Luckily, Raisa spots the whelp just before it's about to nom her tail, and she scoops it up gently, beaming at it with a broad smile. She keeps a wide collection of pets back home (much to the dismay of certain dwarves), and- well, basically, she's like a Draenei version of Mylune sometimes. Except more coherent.]

Well, hello there. I bet you're confused by all these visitors, aren't you? At least you've got plenty of new people to play with.

[flowingsilence]

[ It's always a war, an exasperation that she could share with Tempest, although she does not say as such aloud. ]

Did no one else take the time to explain it to you?

[flowingsilence]

[ Sarah jerks his head up to look towards Nowi, tense for a split second. Only a child, though, and so she sighs and lets her shoulders drop again. Worry returns to an outright tired look. ]

You were hiding?

[ Never mind the falling over, let's focus on other things instead. Hopefully long enough for her to find the strength to stand again. ]

[flowingsilence]

[ Sarah doesn't say anything more after that, focusing on listening instead. Silence follows the crash, but only for a minute. Then a second crash comes, followed by a third, the sound rolling out into what might be called footsteps, though at the size they must be... ]

I fear that something has taken an interest in our part of the city.

[stormstrike]

[While Raisa's spent much of her time since arriving on Azeroth in the company of other races - particularly the dwarves, who share her interest in history and archaeology - she's always glad to see a fellow Draenei, especially now, when it feels like everyone else is judging her for looking like the demons outside the sanctum. She returns the smile, straightening up from the flower she'd been examining and self-consciously brushing the leather-and-mail of her robes.]

There could be more in the other Dragonflights' sanctums, but I haven't seen any others here. You know, somehow, when I thought about what it might be like to experience history firsthand, I never considered how hazardous it would be.

[flowingsilence]

[ So dragons accept apologies. That's good to know. ]

Were we all chosen to fit such ideals?

[ An honest question, since that would heavily impact whether or not she ever got along with the other Bluesworn. If they were all alike, it might work out. If they didn't look at her the way the people back home had. ]

[irritating]

[ Thankfully there will be no need for consumption, as the loud, metallic scraping is indeed enough to deter him.

Or, more accurately, it's enough to make Apollo call him back to her with a noise that he clearly understands as a command to go to her. The woman's body language doesn't keep him from snarling though, because Apollo had snapped into a defensive, rigid stance the second she realized the source of the sound was coming from a goddamn dragon. She had even drawn one of her pistols on pure startled instinct, although she doesn't have it aimed at anything but the ground right now. ]

Fuck almighty, what? What d'you fuckin' want, dragon?

[ Somewhere in the back of her mind she realizes it might be in her best interests not to piss of the big black dragon sitting there, but her apprehension when it comes to dragonkind isn't something she's willing to let go of. ]