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Familiar? A Magic Snakeʻs First Stepʻs at Life(originally Familiar). now 10% less rough draft.)
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Prologue: The Spell of Being (fixed up version)
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My first attempt at posting original work this publicly. I am not the best, but I am happy to hear criticisms, so I will take what I can get.
Much of this will be spontaneous till I learn better planning.
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Prologue: The Spell of Being
Hidden away in a castle, the dragon wizard worked his magic. Young, powerful, and eager; the long, exotic looking sorcerer worked a spell into the large, azure-glowing circle of runes in an a coiled serpent motif. His circling and gesturing claws form the air into a bright cyclone at the center of the room.
"Let the breath of life fill him with magic."
The stone room fills with a steadily growing breeze, warmed to the heat of a tropical storm as the air condenses to the middle of the lab.
The wind is enough to pull on the runes at the circles edge, guiding the whole magical alphabet along the serpentine shape.
"Let him have form from the earth itself ."
The magic circle shrinks in on itself as the lines become more organic, A blue outline rising up into the shape of a coiled snake. The semi-solid figure starts to coil over itself, pulling from the castle's stone to give itself mass, looking less rocky by the moment. It is as if a clay figure is being sculpted by invisible hands.
"Let him have a life full of learning and love."
The color changes from grey to almost black, newly formed nostrils taking their first breath appear. The shape's throat and sides fill with air, gasping in an almost whine to expel and inhale.
The long, draconic wizard approaches, around the same size as his creation. One of his front paws gently strokes the newly formed being, the snake's scales shifting to a more brown and black pattern instead of the sheen of un-grounded energy. His back and sides are permanently marked with runes down to the bone and muscle, from neck to tail tip, individual scales are formed in detail.
"As part of me, let him learn to be more." His paw brushes from that nose to between the eyes ,"let him know the love and voice of his master and teacher," The wizard's movement and incantation leave a mark in the shape of an "I" across the face before him, a symbol of activation and autonomy left as a tan streak that fades. "so he can grow to be more than my servant. For to create someone who is a part of me, the cannot be less."
That face rises up to greet his creator, accepting of the spell and who created him, fully formed and settled into place as that nose presses to the figure full of warmth and magic.Unlike a truly wild snake's unblinking gaze, the serpent's eyes cloudy as they evolve more advanced than the unblinking eyes of his feral counterparts. The wizard grins, embracing the snake's head as the residual magic of the spell is grounded.
Sounding less lonely and more hopeful, the dragon rest his forehead against that of his creation as he replies. "welcome to the world, my friend."
The familiar currently just yawns and stretches before settling into a happy sleep.
The eyes remain closed, but the serpent's nose presses up to the dragon's chest, full of the warmth of magic, and noses back, the wizard grinning as he rest again the young and sleeping being, hugging that large head, ready to work the rest of the magic over the next few stages after resting himself. "Welcome to the world, my friend." His voice is hopeful and less lonely, the magic snake simply bumping his nose against his master's with a yawn.
[Spells of the Ancients]
-Breath of life; a short introduction:
A familiar of magic is more than a tamed creature of the wild. it is the embodiment of self-worth,respect, and empathy. Whatever your personal feelings are on closeness and attachment, you literally are working a piece of yourself into the form of an independent, living being, one that will reward your soul-searching and personal growth with extreme loyalty and support magical discoveries going in new and powerful directions.
This spell and ritual is not for one of weak character. Failure often results in the devouring of the caster by the creation.
But if you are stable and reflective, you will have a servant and friend who will be there till your last days.
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I have fixed up the chapter compared to before. the original is in the spoiler.
Much of this will be spontaneous till I learn better planning.
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Prologue: The Spell of Being
Hidden away, the dragon wizard worked his magic.
The long and exotic form stood before a glowing, electric blue circle of lines and letters; the magic condensed and shaped into an ever shrinking cyclone of energy. Every word of his soft and subdued voice and action of those guiding paws deliberate and symbolic.
"Let him have the breath of a living thing."
The stone room filled with an ever increasing breeze, warmed to the heat of a tropical storm, condensing ever inward.
Around the circle, the runes are pulled along with the breeze along the ground. The arcane glyphs are pulled into a tightly coiled pattern, the whole magic alphabet overlapping itself.
"Let him have his worthy form."
Lines spiral outward as a mound of fainter blue light is raised from the ground, working into a more organic shape. The circle of magic is pulled in and stretched, fitting to transparent and newly formed scales, coils pulling the runes along the rising form. A head slides along the ground, becoming more defined as it circles its body, the three dimensional outline that of a snake.
"Let him have a life worth living."
The outline fills in, the blue body darkening to almost black, and thickening with increased weight and vitality. the head finally resting on its coils, nostrils flaring as the snake practically deflates from the effort of stretching itself into existence, defined enough to be a he to the observing dragon. Nostrils flare and pull in great breaths of air.
The wizard approaches, his eastern form much smaller and not nearly as snakelike as this being. One of his front paws gently strokes the tired and new being, the snake's scales shifting to a more brown and black pattern instead of the sheen of un-grounded energy. His back and sides permanently marked with runes down to the bone and muscle, from neck to tail tip.
"As part of me, let him be more," His paw brushes from that nose to between the eyes ,"let him know the love and voice of his master," The wizard's movement and incantation leave a mark in the shape of an "I" across the face before him, a symbol of activation and autonomy left as a tan streak. "so he can be as much as I deserve. For the respect of myself is reflected in this familiar."
The eyes remain closed, but the serpent's nose presses up to the dragon's chest, full of the warmth of magic, and noses back, the wizard grinning as he rest again the young and sleeping being, hugging that large head, ready to work the rest of the magic over the next few stages after resting himself. "Welcome to the world, my friend." His voice is hopeful and less lonely, the magic snake simply bumping his nose against his master's with a yawn.
The long and exotic form stood before a glowing, electric blue circle of lines and letters; the magic condensed and shaped into an ever shrinking cyclone of energy. Every word of his soft and subdued voice and action of those guiding paws deliberate and symbolic.
"Let him have the breath of a living thing."
The stone room filled with an ever increasing breeze, warmed to the heat of a tropical storm, condensing ever inward.
Around the circle, the runes are pulled along with the breeze along the ground. The arcane glyphs are pulled into a tightly coiled pattern, the whole magic alphabet overlapping itself.
"Let him have his worthy form."
Lines spiral outward as a mound of fainter blue light is raised from the ground, working into a more organic shape. The circle of magic is pulled in and stretched, fitting to transparent and newly formed scales, coils pulling the runes along the rising form. A head slides along the ground, becoming more defined as it circles its body, the three dimensional outline that of a snake.
"Let him have a life worth living."
The outline fills in, the blue body darkening to almost black, and thickening with increased weight and vitality. the head finally resting on its coils, nostrils flaring as the snake practically deflates from the effort of stretching itself into existence, defined enough to be a he to the observing dragon. Nostrils flare and pull in great breaths of air.
The wizard approaches, his eastern form much smaller and not nearly as snakelike as this being. One of his front paws gently strokes the tired and new being, the snake's scales shifting to a more brown and black pattern instead of the sheen of un-grounded energy. His back and sides permanently marked with runes down to the bone and muscle, from neck to tail tip.
"As part of me, let him be more," His paw brushes from that nose to between the eyes ,"let him know the love and voice of his master," The wizard's movement and incantation leave a mark in the shape of an "I" across the face before him, a symbol of activation and autonomy left as a tan streak. "so he can be as much as I deserve. For the respect of myself is reflected in this familiar."
The eyes remain closed, but the serpent's nose presses up to the dragon's chest, full of the warmth of magic, and noses back, the wizard grinning as he rest again the young and sleeping being, hugging that large head, ready to work the rest of the magic over the next few stages after resting himself. "Welcome to the world, my friend." His voice is hopeful and less lonely, the magic snake simply bumping his nose against his master's with a yawn.
Hidden away in a castle, the dragon wizard worked his magic. Young, powerful, and eager; the long, exotic looking sorcerer worked a spell into the large, azure-glowing circle of runes in an a coiled serpent motif. His circling and gesturing claws form the air into a bright cyclone at the center of the room.
"Let the breath of life fill him with magic."
The stone room fills with a steadily growing breeze, warmed to the heat of a tropical storm as the air condenses to the middle of the lab.
The wind is enough to pull on the runes at the circles edge, guiding the whole magical alphabet along the serpentine shape.
"Let him have form from the earth itself ."
The magic circle shrinks in on itself as the lines become more organic, A blue outline rising up into the shape of a coiled snake. The semi-solid figure starts to coil over itself, pulling from the castle's stone to give itself mass, looking less rocky by the moment. It is as if a clay figure is being sculpted by invisible hands.
"Let him have a life full of learning and love."
The color changes from grey to almost black, newly formed nostrils taking their first breath appear. The shape's throat and sides fill with air, gasping in an almost whine to expel and inhale.
The long, draconic wizard approaches, around the same size as his creation. One of his front paws gently strokes the newly formed being, the snake's scales shifting to a more brown and black pattern instead of the sheen of un-grounded energy. His back and sides are permanently marked with runes down to the bone and muscle, from neck to tail tip, individual scales are formed in detail.
"As part of me, let him learn to be more." His paw brushes from that nose to between the eyes ,"let him know the love and voice of his master and teacher," The wizard's movement and incantation leave a mark in the shape of an "I" across the face before him, a symbol of activation and autonomy left as a tan streak that fades. "so he can grow to be more than my servant. For to create someone who is a part of me, the cannot be less."
That face rises up to greet his creator, accepting of the spell and who created him, fully formed and settled into place as that nose presses to the figure full of warmth and magic.Unlike a truly wild snake's unblinking gaze, the serpent's eyes cloudy as they evolve more advanced than the unblinking eyes of his feral counterparts. The wizard grins, embracing the snake's head as the residual magic of the spell is grounded.
Sounding less lonely and more hopeful, the dragon rest his forehead against that of his creation as he replies. "welcome to the world, my friend."
The familiar currently just yawns and stretches before settling into a happy sleep.
The eyes remain closed, but the serpent's nose presses up to the dragon's chest, full of the warmth of magic, and noses back, the wizard grinning as he rest again the young and sleeping being, hugging that large head, ready to work the rest of the magic over the next few stages after resting himself. "Welcome to the world, my friend." His voice is hopeful and less lonely, the magic snake simply bumping his nose against his master's with a yawn.
[Spells of the Ancients]
-Breath of life; a short introduction:
A familiar of magic is more than a tamed creature of the wild. it is the embodiment of self-worth,respect, and empathy. Whatever your personal feelings are on closeness and attachment, you literally are working a piece of yourself into the form of an independent, living being, one that will reward your soul-searching and personal growth with extreme loyalty and support magical discoveries going in new and powerful directions.
This spell and ritual is not for one of weak character. Failure often results in the devouring of the caster by the creation.
But if you are stable and reflective, you will have a servant and friend who will be there till your last days.
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I have fixed up the chapter compared to before. the original is in the spoiler.
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CHapter 1: Spell of learning.
- Location
- Ohio
Chapter 1: The Spell of Waking.
Pov: The Familiar
Pov: The Familiar
All I know is the warmth of my body, and the touch and smell of something nice. Something beyond just me that I enjoy being close to. And that is all I want; that touch to stay right where it is, and not to move away like it is trying to. I push forward in protest against the development, stretching as I start to feel more of myself than I thought was there, not letting that touch get away that easily. The Thing learns that I will stop moving if it does, and I am satisfied.
Eventually, I start to notice a smell beyond the nice one in front of me, and suddenly there is a surprising brightness that startles me into a yelp. Many things come to my senses; enough smells and shapes that I am torn between the one I was reaching for all this time and everything else. The choice becomes easier when I think about how this other being is the closest, and I get to enjoy my nose being rubbed, very curious since they do it with something I do not have.
They keep moving their jaw and gesturing, and then holding a light very close to me, bringing it up and down with my head nodding to follow it.
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From the Journal of Iro Akihiro; young and aspiring sorcerer.
After all these months of self discovery and contemplation, the ritual payed off in ways I had not though it would. I have decided to call him Yasashī, or gentle/kind. This is partly for Irony of his size and mostly due to his current disposition.
Yasashī shows a curiosity common in months-old children, curious and easily distracted. He shows the traits of a hatchling, attachment and reluctance to let me leave, being curious and easily distracted. It is much like when the younger whelps of my family cling close to their parents.
Before he got the idea to constrict me, I had to cast a few harmless spells. The success of this has revealed some complications. Spells of distracting and alertness, ones relying on sound, had no affect, while a subtle light spell was able to hold his attention.
With the fear that he is deaf, I look at my biology notes when I get him to sleep.
Natural, feral snakes seem to "hear", or more likely feel, vibrations through their jaws. Either he is still developing, or lacks this sense all together.
I have come so far, and will not abandon one so innocent and dependent if I cannot find a solution. So few things have given me a reason to smile recently...
But still, I did not get this far by giving up.If I cannot fix this, then I will personally slap the god who decided Yasashī would not hear.[spoiler/]
All I know is a touch and a feeling of warmth all around. There is not much else I desire beyond this and the touch I sometimes feel when more awake.
It is like this for some time, just a few movements or pushing into a more comfortable position. And this is it for awhile, I don't think I can or want to do much more when there is so much sleep to catch up on. And all that power surrounding me to take in.
Eventually, after however long, I start to notice other things than touch and temperature. Such as scent; like the way the air smells sterile compared to the thing touching me. That is the smell of trust and something I crave more actively now that I know what it is. Or how I can feel the heat with the front of my face better now.
It gives me a reason to try and move more. As far as I can before needing to curl up again. First it is the warm figure that comes by, feeling that they have scales like me, but also are fuzzy and soft in other places I feel. When I try to coil them, they somehow move out of it easily. I try this less now, but its hard when they keep that warmth to them self. Its not that bad though, where I first woke up is just as warm.
What is a real game changer is when my eyes finally open, and I shrink back in on my coils in surprise and a meep, blinking and starting around at the bright surroundings. My eyes dart around, unsure what to look at first, but then settling on them, the one that has always been there when I wake up or when I sleep.
So bright, so strange. So much warmth and love.
I now have a few more things to enjoy.
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still editing this one. I made things a little less drama-filled, unless you think the original was fine.
Eventually, I start to notice a smell beyond the nice one in front of me, and suddenly there is a surprising brightness that startles me into a yelp. Many things come to my senses; enough smells and shapes that I am torn between the one I was reaching for all this time and everything else. The choice becomes easier when I think about how this other being is the closest, and I get to enjoy my nose being rubbed, very curious since they do it with something I do not have.
They keep moving their jaw and gesturing, and then holding a light very close to me, bringing it up and down with my head nodding to follow it.
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From the Journal of Iro Akihiro; young and aspiring sorcerer.
After all these months of self discovery and contemplation, the ritual payed off in ways I had not though it would. I have decided to call him Yasashī, or gentle/kind. This is partly for Irony of his size and mostly due to his current disposition.
Yasashī shows a curiosity common in months-old children, curious and easily distracted. He shows the traits of a hatchling, attachment and reluctance to let me leave, being curious and easily distracted. It is much like when the younger whelps of my family cling close to their parents.
Before he got the idea to constrict me, I had to cast a few harmless spells. The success of this has revealed some complications. Spells of distracting and alertness, ones relying on sound, had no affect, while a subtle light spell was able to hold his attention.
With the fear that he is deaf, I look at my biology notes when I get him to sleep.
Natural, feral snakes seem to "hear", or more likely feel, vibrations through their jaws. Either he is still developing, or lacks this sense all together.
I have come so far, and will not abandon one so innocent and dependent if I cannot find a solution. So few things have given me a reason to smile recently...
But still, I did not get this far by giving up.If I cannot fix this, then I will personally slap the god who decided Yasashī would not hear.[spoiler/]
All I know is a touch and a feeling of warmth all around. There is not much else I desire beyond this and the touch I sometimes feel when more awake.
It is like this for some time, just a few movements or pushing into a more comfortable position. And this is it for awhile, I don't think I can or want to do much more when there is so much sleep to catch up on. And all that power surrounding me to take in.
Eventually, after however long, I start to notice other things than touch and temperature. Such as scent; like the way the air smells sterile compared to the thing touching me. That is the smell of trust and something I crave more actively now that I know what it is. Or how I can feel the heat with the front of my face better now.
It gives me a reason to try and move more. As far as I can before needing to curl up again. First it is the warm figure that comes by, feeling that they have scales like me, but also are fuzzy and soft in other places I feel. When I try to coil them, they somehow move out of it easily. I try this less now, but its hard when they keep that warmth to them self. Its not that bad though, where I first woke up is just as warm.
What is a real game changer is when my eyes finally open, and I shrink back in on my coils in surprise and a meep, blinking and starting around at the bright surroundings. My eyes dart around, unsure what to look at first, but then settling on them, the one that has always been there when I wake up or when I sleep.
So bright, so strange. So much warmth and love.
I now have a few more things to enjoy.
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still editing this one. I made things a little less drama-filled, unless you think the original was fine.
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Chapter 2: Spell of Progress.
- Location
- Ohio
Chapter 2: Spell of Progress.
The Journal of Iro Akihito, latter that day.
It was embarrassing at first, but it was worth it.
Using the spells and rituals of a hopelessly romantic but savant of a wizard felt awkward, But I had worked up the confidence to get this far.
Creating a familiar that is a part of you, that is not granted from a be-all-end-all vision quest or pulled form the wilds or the planes. One that can innovate and work spells with me, that even I can learn from. Creating an equal and not just a servant or beast of menial labor.
Not only that, but I get to enjoy teaching and watching an adorable snake grow. That lethargy from creation has worn off. I had been keeping Yasashī magically warm and within touching range till he is able to sustain his own magic from the runes and ambience. And I am left with a very curious and exploratory creation. I had locked away the most dangerous things in the castle, but I still had to deal with day one and two mischief.
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Three months latter.
Pov: Yasashī
"No, you do not stick your nose in that." I hear my teacher say.
Master Iro ends up pulls that bubbling cauldron away yet again. Why would he leave it out if he did not want to tempt me?
I pull one of the light spheres out of a nearby wall sconce with my tail and squeeze it. "But I like the smell! Its not like you are using it more than once a month." The light pops satisfyingly when I apply to much pressure, returning to its original position. It
The red-gold dragon, covered in dark symbols, starts placing everything away. He gives a firm tap to the large brushes and templates, the objects sent back to the second supply room in an instant. Then turns his attention to me in a more direct manner as he sighs.
"Yasashī, azure paint is for the warding of the castle. It is not meant to be eaten, especially when you are almost glowing from that recharge spell and a whole wild boar." He reasons with me, a paw against his forehead and eyes closed in what I think its exasperation. Iro grabs my tail with his once he catches on to me trying to sneak the cauldron away while he is distracted. He may be smaller than me, but all that arcane might compensates for strength.
I sigh in disappointment, deflating a little. I always feel so warm and relaxed whenever I can sneak a taste of different magical things we have stored away. They are meant to be used in study or mainenence of the castle. Hardly any of these wonderful enchantments are assigned for me to eat.
Master Iro limits it to just "foodstuff" for me, though, not letting me have any of the crystals or glowing runecraft supplies stored away. "its not like I'd explode, you know." I say quietly.
"No," he concedes, "but I bet you'd get fat, and I want an assistant and student, not a new pillow." He says with that smile that guilts me into good behavior. "its time for research anyway. "I am fine with conceding defeat here, so I slither after Iro eagerly. It is day two of Golem comparisons, the thirteen figures of metal, stone, and crystal left growing the lab.
Halfway there, it seems there are claw marks along the hallway. Both of us slow down as we stare, looking to either side and down the hall from front to back on the way forward. When I turn to the left, and an unfamiliar scaly face is in one of the doorways, and a pair of claws suddenly around my throat.
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I was delayed in posting due to being so sleepy, I could not avoid hitting two keys at once and passing out.
Thank you to those who have read so far. I am sorry for the lack of action, but it will get there. I may just move this on to latter in the story if no one feels I am going too slow.
The Journal of Iro Akihito, latter that day.
It was embarrassing at first, but it was worth it.
Using the spells and rituals of a hopelessly romantic but savant of a wizard felt awkward, But I had worked up the confidence to get this far.
Creating a familiar that is a part of you, that is not granted from a be-all-end-all vision quest or pulled form the wilds or the planes. One that can innovate and work spells with me, that even I can learn from. Creating an equal and not just a servant or beast of menial labor.
Not only that, but I get to enjoy teaching and watching an adorable snake grow. That lethargy from creation has worn off. I had been keeping Yasashī magically warm and within touching range till he is able to sustain his own magic from the runes and ambience. And I am left with a very curious and exploratory creation. I had locked away the most dangerous things in the castle, but I still had to deal with day one and two mischief.
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Three months latter.
Pov: Yasashī
"No, you do not stick your nose in that." I hear my teacher say.
Master Iro ends up pulls that bubbling cauldron away yet again. Why would he leave it out if he did not want to tempt me?
I pull one of the light spheres out of a nearby wall sconce with my tail and squeeze it. "But I like the smell! Its not like you are using it more than once a month." The light pops satisfyingly when I apply to much pressure, returning to its original position. It
The red-gold dragon, covered in dark symbols, starts placing everything away. He gives a firm tap to the large brushes and templates, the objects sent back to the second supply room in an instant. Then turns his attention to me in a more direct manner as he sighs.
"Yasashī, azure paint is for the warding of the castle. It is not meant to be eaten, especially when you are almost glowing from that recharge spell and a whole wild boar." He reasons with me, a paw against his forehead and eyes closed in what I think its exasperation. Iro grabs my tail with his once he catches on to me trying to sneak the cauldron away while he is distracted. He may be smaller than me, but all that arcane might compensates for strength.
I sigh in disappointment, deflating a little. I always feel so warm and relaxed whenever I can sneak a taste of different magical things we have stored away. They are meant to be used in study or mainenence of the castle. Hardly any of these wonderful enchantments are assigned for me to eat.
Master Iro limits it to just "foodstuff" for me, though, not letting me have any of the crystals or glowing runecraft supplies stored away. "its not like I'd explode, you know." I say quietly.
"No," he concedes, "but I bet you'd get fat, and I want an assistant and student, not a new pillow." He says with that smile that guilts me into good behavior. "its time for research anyway. "I am fine with conceding defeat here, so I slither after Iro eagerly. It is day two of Golem comparisons, the thirteen figures of metal, stone, and crystal left growing the lab.
Halfway there, it seems there are claw marks along the hallway. Both of us slow down as we stare, looking to either side and down the hall from front to back on the way forward. When I turn to the left, and an unfamiliar scaly face is in one of the doorways, and a pair of claws suddenly around my throat.
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I was delayed in posting due to being so sleepy, I could not avoid hitting two keys at once and passing out.
Thank you to those who have read so far. I am sorry for the lack of action, but it will get there. I may just move this on to latter in the story if no one feels I am going too slow.
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chapter 2 part 2: Spell of Inhumanity.
- Location
- Ohio
Hm... being gripped in the talons of a dragon from out west... is very nerve-wracking despite how quickly I end it.
Whatever the assailant was going to do, the only response in those first few moments is to flash the runes on my back for "push" and thankfully knock back those dark green talons, the shape flung back into the shadows of the storage room. While my heart races and I am shaking out of it, Master Iro slinks ahead of me, red-scaled claws grabbing the door frame and lighting the room up in scarlet and azure.
The shaking can be heard as the symbols over the tiles slide on to the the exposed intruder. Each one sends vibrations through the floor with the weight of the stone they where written on. The dragon on the floor is covered in runes; chest, joints, and throat pressed down hard and firmly, that surprised face pushed back and facing away. There will be no surprise blast of fire here, just like there will be no attacker breathing more than they need to.
I can feel the heat sensors below my nose flaring as my head darts around. My form is glowing very brightly as I feel the humming of power in my scales. I slither into a circle, the magic words radiating as a safety bubble around me and my teacher. I really, really have no idea what I should be doing. I had only recently gotten into my master's lessons on arcane conflict. All I can do is trust I am doing well as Iro deals with the surprisingly weak attacker.
The wizard makes sure the bound dragon is unable to move or do more than gag, too much magic on top of the captive for any more spells to be used safely. One of his paws reaches into the wall, like a pictograph, and tugging one of the lines drawn on it. All over the castle, things are put into lock-down, drawings moving and shapes rearranging as the defenses activate.
All I can do is wait in place as Iro gestures for me to stay still...
It still feels the claw tips are there with how sharp they where...
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This has been a fun experiment so far.
I have decided that every time I post something new, I will also edit and fix up some previous chapters.
This can be seen in that I added more paragraphs to chapter one, not the introduction yet.
I will also work on being subtle in showing how the characters are not human without having to say it.
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Iro Akihito:
I was not trying to copy a name from avatar, as this character's name here is Iro Akihito, roughly meaning , golden scholar or bright gold. (sorry for mangling Japanese.)Relatively young and eccentric, he has studied magic runes, symbols, and rituals that rely on the ambient magic in the environment, tapping in like an aquifer.
Info on the caste:
The caste here is one made by lithomancers, and the current owner is a master at pictographs and lithographs. It is very easy for all the marks he has set up to be used in a chain reaction from defense to recon.
Yasashī ("ī" is "ee": Is a rather self aware and autonomous familiar. Much bigger and more powerful than others like him, the snake is still very young and innocent despite how fast he learns. He is covered in the alphabet used to create him, able to use each rune to cast spells. Yasashī is created from his master's concepts and understanding of the arcane and built from aether and stone, but is not destined to die when or if Iro does. Its more of a master/student relationship between the two.
Whatever the assailant was going to do, the only response in those first few moments is to flash the runes on my back for "push" and thankfully knock back those dark green talons, the shape flung back into the shadows of the storage room. While my heart races and I am shaking out of it, Master Iro slinks ahead of me, red-scaled claws grabbing the door frame and lighting the room up in scarlet and azure.
The shaking can be heard as the symbols over the tiles slide on to the the exposed intruder. Each one sends vibrations through the floor with the weight of the stone they where written on. The dragon on the floor is covered in runes; chest, joints, and throat pressed down hard and firmly, that surprised face pushed back and facing away. There will be no surprise blast of fire here, just like there will be no attacker breathing more than they need to.
I can feel the heat sensors below my nose flaring as my head darts around. My form is glowing very brightly as I feel the humming of power in my scales. I slither into a circle, the magic words radiating as a safety bubble around me and my teacher. I really, really have no idea what I should be doing. I had only recently gotten into my master's lessons on arcane conflict. All I can do is trust I am doing well as Iro deals with the surprisingly weak attacker.
The wizard makes sure the bound dragon is unable to move or do more than gag, too much magic on top of the captive for any more spells to be used safely. One of his paws reaches into the wall, like a pictograph, and tugging one of the lines drawn on it. All over the castle, things are put into lock-down, drawings moving and shapes rearranging as the defenses activate.
All I can do is wait in place as Iro gestures for me to stay still...
It still feels the claw tips are there with how sharp they where...
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This has been a fun experiment so far.
I have decided that every time I post something new, I will also edit and fix up some previous chapters.
This can be seen in that I added more paragraphs to chapter one, not the introduction yet.
I will also work on being subtle in showing how the characters are not human without having to say it.
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Iro Akihito:
I was not trying to copy a name from avatar, as this character's name here is Iro Akihito, roughly meaning , golden scholar or bright gold. (sorry for mangling Japanese.)Relatively young and eccentric, he has studied magic runes, symbols, and rituals that rely on the ambient magic in the environment, tapping in like an aquifer.
Info on the caste:
The caste here is one made by lithomancers, and the current owner is a master at pictographs and lithographs. It is very easy for all the marks he has set up to be used in a chain reaction from defense to recon.
Yasashī ("ī" is "ee": Is a rather self aware and autonomous familiar. Much bigger and more powerful than others like him, the snake is still very young and innocent despite how fast he learns. He is covered in the alphabet used to create him, able to use each rune to cast spells. Yasashī is created from his master's concepts and understanding of the arcane and built from aether and stone, but is not destined to die when or if Iro does. Its more of a master/student relationship between the two.
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Chapter 3: Spell of resistance and Interlude 1: Atzapar Helduta (King)
- Location
- Ohio
P.O.V. Atzapar Helduta (King)
The dark dragon was on his side as he watched the gems crackle, the figures inside disappearing after they stagger.
Stone-faced, he grabs the three blue stones out of the air and puts them in the chest by his head cushion. In translation; three of his servants and thralls sent failed their task, and are dead or subdued. Atzapar doubts that Iro is that ruthless, despite all his target' pragmatism in defensive magic. Though the kidnapping of Iro was not successful, the important thing is that he learned some interesting things as well as keeping up the pressure.
After he puts his tools away, he brings out a golden collar on top of the chest. White claws squeeze on the metal slightly, the dragon barring his teeth with an open-jawed chuckle that echos from the top of the mountain temple. On the collar, the name "Red" is engraved.
Quite some distance away, Iro feels a familiar drag of claws around his neck.
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Chapter 3:
P.O.V. Iro.
After I guide the defeated dragons bound in runes to the stasis part of storage, I have to stop and fight the sense of fear, breathing slowly and thinking about the clouds and mountains I wish I was in. It helps as I walk with Yasashī and feel the barrier outside grow stronger after activation. The feeling of claws stroking at the sides of my throat vanishes soon once the strength is at full.
I look to the snake I had created, the young and inquisitive scaly quiet from his first taste of serious self defense. I am not sure how this is affecting him, but I will have a talk before either of us sleeps. I am sure it was not comfortable for him. As serpentine and innovative he is with magical ideas, he was not created with the exact biology and mentality of one. Hardly any magical being is in the first place.
Yasashī is a reminder that there are still gentle things in the word, and that I am not alone. That one does not have to worry so much about who controls who.
That I now have someone to help keep away the claws that wanted my affection and skill.
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one of the common naming systems of this world is an alternative family/ personal naming system.
many dragon races here, eastern and western, Have a family name, such as Iro (gold in Japanese) and Atzapar (claw in Basque) as a few out of many examples. The name after that is an addition to designate an individual in that family, which a personal name usually in what we'd think of as parenthesis.
It is done this way to show branching and mixed heritage. I will re-work this if I need to.
Also, I am getting closer to soon editing all fo this at once, so be on the lookout for an improved version and more consistent plot sooner or latter. No promises on timescale other than I will not give up.
The dark dragon was on his side as he watched the gems crackle, the figures inside disappearing after they stagger.
Stone-faced, he grabs the three blue stones out of the air and puts them in the chest by his head cushion. In translation; three of his servants and thralls sent failed their task, and are dead or subdued. Atzapar doubts that Iro is that ruthless, despite all his target' pragmatism in defensive magic. Though the kidnapping of Iro was not successful, the important thing is that he learned some interesting things as well as keeping up the pressure.
After he puts his tools away, he brings out a golden collar on top of the chest. White claws squeeze on the metal slightly, the dragon barring his teeth with an open-jawed chuckle that echos from the top of the mountain temple. On the collar, the name "Red" is engraved.
Quite some distance away, Iro feels a familiar drag of claws around his neck.
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Chapter 3:
P.O.V. Iro.
After I guide the defeated dragons bound in runes to the stasis part of storage, I have to stop and fight the sense of fear, breathing slowly and thinking about the clouds and mountains I wish I was in. It helps as I walk with Yasashī and feel the barrier outside grow stronger after activation. The feeling of claws stroking at the sides of my throat vanishes soon once the strength is at full.
I look to the snake I had created, the young and inquisitive scaly quiet from his first taste of serious self defense. I am not sure how this is affecting him, but I will have a talk before either of us sleeps. I am sure it was not comfortable for him. As serpentine and innovative he is with magical ideas, he was not created with the exact biology and mentality of one. Hardly any magical being is in the first place.
Yasashī is a reminder that there are still gentle things in the word, and that I am not alone. That one does not have to worry so much about who controls who.
That I now have someone to help keep away the claws that wanted my affection and skill.
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one of the common naming systems of this world is an alternative family/ personal naming system.
many dragon races here, eastern and western, Have a family name, such as Iro (gold in Japanese) and Atzapar (claw in Basque) as a few out of many examples. The name after that is an addition to designate an individual in that family, which a personal name usually in what we'd think of as parenthesis.
It is done this way to show branching and mixed heritage. I will re-work this if I need to.
Also, I am getting closer to soon editing all fo this at once, so be on the lookout for an improved version and more consistent plot sooner or latter. No promises on timescale other than I will not give up.
Chapter 4: Spell of Exposition part 1
- Location
- Ohio
Yashashī
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After the intruders where put in storage, Iro was able to talk more clearly than in the brief warnings and alerts we had over the next few days.
The security may not of gone down yet, but I have no opinion on the outside world yet, and Iro hardly leaves in the first place other than to stop me from hunting something that I'd regret. Judging by how I'd eat anything smelling a little too magical, and how those attackers looked full of energy, he is probably right about that.
So Iro and me now rest on the heating rocks, tracing and recharging the runes in my scales. He seemed rather limp and droopy beyond that, his warm-scaled form hugs to me. It reminded me a little of when I was still gaining self-awareness, and would cling to him when something startling happened. While the emotional states where different, it has the same desperate grab for reassurance that I had needed for the first few days, and still do when I finally can conceptualize things like death, suicide, and loss.
"Atzapar," started Iro as he worked, "was my patron at the Academy of Unique Magic and Practices. By presenting how my rune and litho-crafting skills
had never been seen before, he helped sponsor my time at the Academy." My master finishes the "Tahi" and "Rua" runes on either side of my neck before continuing. "He sponsored the research and publication of my work, and taught me about how to survive in that crazy new world where I was the foreigner. Nothing during those years breached anything between instructor and student, but I would of been lost among the classmates that seemingly where more impressive than my 'silly little scratches in the sand' where to the rest of the staff at first." Iro uses both claws for the intricate "Ka" chain on my back.
"Atzapar taught me about having a personal name that is not an iteration of my ancestor's names, How not provoke Western and Northern dragons. I would of still been confused and still desperate to find out why I was so strange. That I actually was more than someone too distracted by writing on body to help my family." My master closes his eyes for the moment as he lets me get some of the runes on my belly with my tail. "The only problem was, I did not know how his help left me reliant on him with how isolated I was. I was too young of a dragon to notice the wrongness of it, but now I know he was making sure I'd have no one but him in my future. There was no where to go other than to help his studies on Tattooing and subduing dragons of his own kind."
The eastern dragon hugs around my neck, and it felt much better than when that one home invader did. "his praise and positive reinforcement worked wonders... to bring me further to his side, and to research what I never should of. Things like planting suggestions or compulsions, and not knowing it was more than theoretical when I found that poor wyvern strapped belly-side down on stone slab. Atzapar had not realized I could and would sneak a peak at his personal testing of my ideas. As my mentor and his assistants started to paint runes for altering the mind on those wings, using them like canvases as the wyvern whined and begged, hardly able to defend himself if it meant the lifting claws would do more than just squeeze those membranes. My mentor had simply ignored all protest and continued writing a spell onto his victim. One you are not ready to hear yet at all." Iro is working faster and precis by now, down to a rhythm in recharging me.
"The worse part was seeing the dragon I trusted misuse my findings in a way that went against how I was raised and taught. So of course I'd help this victim get away. I simply touched the wall, and messed with the symbols on the magic circle and on the walls, turning the stone floor of the lab into some very grabby quicksand, making sure that no one could magic their way out as Atzapar and his goons ended up neck deep in suddenly hardened rock and under a layer of draining runes like you saw me use earlier this week. I was angry and irrational and made sure he saw me glaring angrily down at his trapped body, magic being drained out of him and the floor threatening to crush him, without going that far with how much he had made feel for him before that. All he could do was roar and demand I stop as I unstrapped and sent the very thankful wyvern out of there as fast as he could go." Iro is grabbing a rock now and squeezing it into dust.
"As for Atzapar, I sort of went overboard for what he did. I half-crushed him in solid stone and pushed down on his head, feeling cruel and karmatic as I think I actually convinced him I was going to suffocate him down there. Maybe I over reacted, but how he had treated me and comparing it to that test subject put everything into perspective." He grins like I never saw him before, like a successful predator. "He was unable to answer when I asked why should I stop if he was able to go so far with an un-consenting subject, and he could not tell me why if he could strap someone to the table and write horrific, mind-altering runes on someone who could not fight back while also screwing with my own emotions. So I got to enjoy a few minuets of making an experienced wizard cry as I shoved him down to just his nose and above sticking out of the floor. And I will never forget how satisfying it was to see fear in his eyes I think he actually realized what I was getting at, or those muffled screams where a proud dragon afraid of choking" My master chuckles as he gets closer to finishing my recharge.
"And that is when one of his assistants had freed themselves quietly and slipped a collar onto my neck, one that not only shocked me literally, but disabled the enchantment that lets high altitude dragons like me breath safely at low elevations. I basically had to lay on my belly as my now former mentor was able to free himself and just smirk down at me. I expected him to get physical and flinched deeply when he got close to my face. But all he did was pick me up by that collar, letting me hang there in front of him for who knows how long." He lays more limp against me again, body curled up against my side and head between my shoulders. He is done helping me at the moment, but with how is eyes are glazed over, he needs my help now.
"I.. can't say much more right now... And I am sorry for such a long and winding talk you may not get fully. Lets just stay here or the night." I had been silent, and still am as I touch my nose in concern against my master's gold chest scales, starting back. "Its your turn to be the growing familiar, Master Iro," I joke with him, getting him to chuckle a second time today. "Tell me or don't tell me tomorrow. I am not sure what all this even means, but you know I am here."
I fall asleep by the time he does.
-To be continued in part 2?
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I am sorry for taking so long to update or if this is very awkward. I am at least keeping to my promise to write no matter what. I am too sleepy to explain better, and will try to latter today iif I can.
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After the intruders where put in storage, Iro was able to talk more clearly than in the brief warnings and alerts we had over the next few days.
The security may not of gone down yet, but I have no opinion on the outside world yet, and Iro hardly leaves in the first place other than to stop me from hunting something that I'd regret. Judging by how I'd eat anything smelling a little too magical, and how those attackers looked full of energy, he is probably right about that.
So Iro and me now rest on the heating rocks, tracing and recharging the runes in my scales. He seemed rather limp and droopy beyond that, his warm-scaled form hugs to me. It reminded me a little of when I was still gaining self-awareness, and would cling to him when something startling happened. While the emotional states where different, it has the same desperate grab for reassurance that I had needed for the first few days, and still do when I finally can conceptualize things like death, suicide, and loss.
"Atzapar," started Iro as he worked, "was my patron at the Academy of Unique Magic and Practices. By presenting how my rune and litho-crafting skills
had never been seen before, he helped sponsor my time at the Academy." My master finishes the "Tahi" and "Rua" runes on either side of my neck before continuing. "He sponsored the research and publication of my work, and taught me about how to survive in that crazy new world where I was the foreigner. Nothing during those years breached anything between instructor and student, but I would of been lost among the classmates that seemingly where more impressive than my 'silly little scratches in the sand' where to the rest of the staff at first." Iro uses both claws for the intricate "Ka" chain on my back.
"Atzapar taught me about having a personal name that is not an iteration of my ancestor's names, How not provoke Western and Northern dragons. I would of still been confused and still desperate to find out why I was so strange. That I actually was more than someone too distracted by writing on body to help my family." My master closes his eyes for the moment as he lets me get some of the runes on my belly with my tail. "The only problem was, I did not know how his help left me reliant on him with how isolated I was. I was too young of a dragon to notice the wrongness of it, but now I know he was making sure I'd have no one but him in my future. There was no where to go other than to help his studies on Tattooing and subduing dragons of his own kind."
The eastern dragon hugs around my neck, and it felt much better than when that one home invader did. "his praise and positive reinforcement worked wonders... to bring me further to his side, and to research what I never should of. Things like planting suggestions or compulsions, and not knowing it was more than theoretical when I found that poor wyvern strapped belly-side down on stone slab. Atzapar had not realized I could and would sneak a peak at his personal testing of my ideas. As my mentor and his assistants started to paint runes for altering the mind on those wings, using them like canvases as the wyvern whined and begged, hardly able to defend himself if it meant the lifting claws would do more than just squeeze those membranes. My mentor had simply ignored all protest and continued writing a spell onto his victim. One you are not ready to hear yet at all." Iro is working faster and precis by now, down to a rhythm in recharging me.
"The worse part was seeing the dragon I trusted misuse my findings in a way that went against how I was raised and taught. So of course I'd help this victim get away. I simply touched the wall, and messed with the symbols on the magic circle and on the walls, turning the stone floor of the lab into some very grabby quicksand, making sure that no one could magic their way out as Atzapar and his goons ended up neck deep in suddenly hardened rock and under a layer of draining runes like you saw me use earlier this week. I was angry and irrational and made sure he saw me glaring angrily down at his trapped body, magic being drained out of him and the floor threatening to crush him, without going that far with how much he had made feel for him before that. All he could do was roar and demand I stop as I unstrapped and sent the very thankful wyvern out of there as fast as he could go." Iro is grabbing a rock now and squeezing it into dust.
"As for Atzapar, I sort of went overboard for what he did. I half-crushed him in solid stone and pushed down on his head, feeling cruel and karmatic as I think I actually convinced him I was going to suffocate him down there. Maybe I over reacted, but how he had treated me and comparing it to that test subject put everything into perspective." He grins like I never saw him before, like a successful predator. "He was unable to answer when I asked why should I stop if he was able to go so far with an un-consenting subject, and he could not tell me why if he could strap someone to the table and write horrific, mind-altering runes on someone who could not fight back while also screwing with my own emotions. So I got to enjoy a few minuets of making an experienced wizard cry as I shoved him down to just his nose and above sticking out of the floor. And I will never forget how satisfying it was to see fear in his eyes I think he actually realized what I was getting at, or those muffled screams where a proud dragon afraid of choking" My master chuckles as he gets closer to finishing my recharge.
"And that is when one of his assistants had freed themselves quietly and slipped a collar onto my neck, one that not only shocked me literally, but disabled the enchantment that lets high altitude dragons like me breath safely at low elevations. I basically had to lay on my belly as my now former mentor was able to free himself and just smirk down at me. I expected him to get physical and flinched deeply when he got close to my face. But all he did was pick me up by that collar, letting me hang there in front of him for who knows how long." He lays more limp against me again, body curled up against my side and head between my shoulders. He is done helping me at the moment, but with how is eyes are glazed over, he needs my help now.
"I.. can't say much more right now... And I am sorry for such a long and winding talk you may not get fully. Lets just stay here or the night." I had been silent, and still am as I touch my nose in concern against my master's gold chest scales, starting back. "Its your turn to be the growing familiar, Master Iro," I joke with him, getting him to chuckle a second time today. "Tell me or don't tell me tomorrow. I am not sure what all this even means, but you know I am here."
I fall asleep by the time he does.
-To be continued in part 2?
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I am sorry for taking so long to update or if this is very awkward. I am at least keeping to my promise to write no matter what. I am too sleepy to explain better, and will try to latter today iif I can.
shoud I just end this?
- Location
- Ohio
Is there really a reason for me to continue this? It feels like this is very cringe-worthy, but no one has told me it to my face yet.
I had been doing this to try and be less embarrassed about writing in public, barrelling ahead no matter how I felt, but maybe that was too bold.
I had been doing this to try and be less embarrassed about writing in public, barrelling ahead no matter how I felt, but maybe that was too bold.
extreme reveamp upcomming.
- Location
- Ohio
I am very sorry about both the absence and very low quality of this. I have neglected this and other things I had started due to being rather embarrassed, but I will not let that stop me from getting better.
I may not get it done instantly, but I will revamp this, or redo it in a new thread if not.
just a head's up for if I do get further on this.
I may not get it done instantly, but I will revamp this, or redo it in a new thread if not.
just a head's up for if I do get further on this.