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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 1:10 pm
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Ivo They took off, rising into the air before he straitened out and returned to gliding. It wasn't the fastest way to fly, but it was nice to soar, letting the wind gently carry him instead of beating his wings to gain speed. It was definitely more relaxing. They made it to the peak where the ceremony was and he set down carefully. He allowed for Alora to disembark from his back before folding his leathery black wings up against his sides. "There should be a variety of food, so there should be something here that you can eat. It seems your folk don't like raw meat, but we cook ours too sometimes." He nodded over to the feast.
As the festivities began, dragons of all shapes, sizes and colors came and went. Ivo was used to being ignored at these things, but this was not the case this time. The moment he stepped into the light of the dragon fires, all attention turned to him and his princess. "Ivo! Haven't eaten her yet?" laughed a rather brightly blue scaled dragon as he chomped down on the leg of a cow. Another dragon chimed in, a tall rock colored on, "No no! Of course not! Surely he's going to make her keep his den clean. You only eat them when they stop being useful!" "Oh right! Haha!"
Ivo swallowed hard. He was supposed to eat her or enslave her? That didn't sound right. He looked down at her, suddenly feeling protective of his princess.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 4:30 pm
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Ivo Ivo wanted to leave, but he knew he had to spend a little time here, or risk offending the rest of the brood. He kept a close eye on Alora the entire time, not wanting the other dragons getting too near her. As things were settling down, most of the dragons slow and sleepy on full bellies, Spitfyre came up to Ivo, his ruby red brilliance as arrogant as his smile. "Ivo. Now that everyone's done fawning over you, tell me, what do you plan to do with your... treasure?" He asked, voice low and dripping with eagerness to cause trouble or harm.
Ivo curled his massive, muscular tail around to strategically place it between Spit and Alora, "I haven't decided yet." Ivo answered, cool as you please. "I was thinking about having her sort my treasures, learn my favorite dishes and cook them for me. Polish my scales." Ivo looked straight into Spitfyre's eyes. "Why do you ask?" Spit smirked, "Because it seemed to me that you were a bit soft for a princess, and that she'd be put to better use somewhere else."
Ivo didn't like where this was going, but he couldn't back down, or the whole clan would think him weak. "And where would that be?" he challenged, raising his head and barring his teeth in a warning to back off.
"In my belly." Spitfyre hissed back, stepping forward. Ivo reacted immediately, rushing forward, still careful not to crush Alora, and reared, wings opening in a show of dominance. "She's MY princess. You cannot have her!" Spitfye backed up a bit, not ready to cause a scene just yet. Ivo placed his two front claws back on the ground and snorted hot smoke at the red coward. When the attention faded, Ivo looked down at Alora, "Are you alright?" he asked her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 5:37 pm
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Alora kept close to Ivo, watching the other dragons as she nibbled on some deer. At least she thought it was deer. It had a weird taste, then again that could be her own uneasiness. When things started to die down, Alora was thinking that the night actually went by without incident. That was until the red dragon known as Spitfyre approached them, looking like he wanted to cause trouble. Alora tensed as he drew near, but didn't look away. It was just as important for her to remain dignified as it was for Ivo. However, when Ivo reared up in defiance of the other dragon, she ducked out of instinct, not wanting to get swatted with his tail or something. Thankfully, it didn't escalate to an all out fight, and things quieted quickly. "Er, yes. I'm fine. Just a bit shaken up is all." She admitted
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 8:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 8:27 pm
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Alora nodded, and climbed on his back. Unlike before though, she didn't grasp on the neck spike, but rather leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, like a hug."You don't mind if I hold on like this. Do you, Ivo?" Alora asked, wanting to make sure. "Because, I was thinking. Maybe I could stay. For a little while longer that is, until I decide on a place to go." Despite Spitfyre wanting to eat her, the night had gone by without too much incident, and Ivo kept his word and protected her. Besides, this seemed like the prime opportunity to learn about dragons. She was taught that they were just beasts that caused nothing but trouble, and that was true to some extent, but Ivo proved that they were more than that. And while Alora didn't say it out right, she was starting to warm up to Ivo.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 8:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 6:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 10:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 12:55 pm
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Ivo
Ivo smiled, happy to make Alora happy. He loved exploring, and he was enjoying having her company, so the prospect of being able to have both was a bright one. "Okay, tomorrow, we'll decide where we wish to go. I have many books on many places, it would be good for you to read a bit about them and pick one that you like." He nodded to a bookshelf across the room, then yawned. "Feel free to browse, I am going to sleep now." He closed his eyes, his already deep, slow breath becoming even more deep and slow.
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