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  • Avkos is a rather wide-spread world, with nothing but sea as far as the eye can see. But it has its depths- trenches delving deep into the world´s core, just like it sometimes has its heights, its great, majestic mountains with the only true flaw being hand-thick, murky sea fog the closer to the surface you get, lights glitter in the distance- either a horrible fate at the hands of some great sea creature, or true beauty in the form of bioluminescent coral.

    Among these lights are those of the Draug´s cities, yes, the Draug- the calm, human-like peoples of this realm, whom only seem to have the difference of green, blue, or other coral cornucopias of skin color, have made this realm their home. They may be tall, but that does not mean aggression- in fact, they have been able to maintain peace with their cousins, the Undines, for some time now, through sea-shell trading and general camraderie, the only reason the Draug would ever need the heating magic they use to protect their cities are, say, the great diretides.

    They do indeed have friendship in the much prouder, more traditional undines, more resembling people of a distant land with tannish-pink skin and fins and gills.

    And at the center of all this, these bustling bubble-cities and their expansive trade routes, their elaborate architecture, even the great sea-beast hunts the Undine heirs have to go on to prove their worth, with armies of 300 at their kicking heels, is the water paradigm: A glittering seafoam-blue crystal hidden in the great temple-city of Moreigh. Memory has long past on just why the pardigm is valued, but there is one thing the people of Avkos have not forgotten: There will be one day the paradigm must be kept from falling into the wrong hands. 

    (Gosh it feels good to be back folks, at least those who are seeing this, with my own RP again.

    This will be part of a longer series as well, just a warning.)

    CHARACTER FORM Name:  Species: (Draug, Undine, if you want you can be some form of intelligent ¨sea beast¨, as well. but they are largely untrusted,) Appearance: Background:

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    • Name: Mote

      Species: Air Dragon

      Appearance: Here

      Background: hehe

      Extras: Mote can create rips between dimensions and fly for a very long time. He can also exhale various gases and breathe in any atmosphere.

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    • (Dack that zeptid.)

      Name: Cahlein Species: Undine Appearance: A lithe male Undine, with mossy blue, green-splotched skin and short-cut hair that only barely dances about the water as he moves about. His bright eyes allow him decent vision underwater, like most of his clan. Both outside and during sea creature hunting he wears a tightly woven seaweed kilt with silver dye, with similar sandals and a breastplate with equally strong netting keeping it together. He has a constant look of worry on his face at the moment, along with wide and tall fins. 

      Background: A young huntsman of one of the central cities in the Undine kingdom, he has been proudly chosen to obtain the honor of helping his close older brother, Torial, becomes heir to the throne through the Diretide hunt. He comes from a rather large family, however, with ties to royalty through his royal guard parents. While he is willing to take on the throne should his brother fail, he is intimidated by having such leadership to bear...

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    • (yeet)

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    • (Wanna just start or see if you can get people from our server?)

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    • (i'm fine with starting)

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    • Coral forests, coral forests as far as the eye could see. 

      Torial patted Cahlein's shoulder. "You're nervous." his smooth voice, good at calming people... No wonder mom and dad wanted him to be king.

      "Who said I was nervous?" Cahlein would turn around. "You and I could go out there and catch us a beast ourselves, hell, I bet every shell I own we could!" 

      Torial let out a hearty, warming laugh. "Brother, you're getting cocky again, don't forget Belie."

      Cahlein shrugged. "Belie was a fool, I refuse to be a fool, brother..."

      "If you really think you aren't one, how about showing it?" Cahlein's older brother would play with a harpoon in his right hand...  Cahlien loved challenges.

      That's more like it, en guard!" And so, the clashing of coral upon coral began as the two sparred, it would carry a good way into the coral forest...

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    • A stream of bubbles suddenly rises from a nearby coral cluster. A long, sleek creature swims out, bubbles streaming from its mouth and nose. Its grey scales along its spine and legs sparkle in the ocean light, shining alluringy. The strange, soft "scales" covering the rest of its body floating in the water.

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    • The two brothers turned to see this just as Torial was just about to turn the tide, they looked to each other with a " You sure about this" look towards each other, before deciding to take the golden opportunity, they'd swim after the strange, new sea beast. 

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    • The beast dances gracefully through the water, using its wide side fins and powerful four kickers to move silently along. Every so often, it releases a stream of bubbles, then immediately sucks them back up. It doesn't have gills or fins on its back or even webbing between its toes.

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    • Strange beast.Cahlein thought to himself, as they started to go into bulls-horn formation on either end... They were fast swimmers, but... This was starting to confuse them- this creature didnt look like it belonged in the water at all! Fur?! What creatures have FUR!? only legendary glacier beasts, and there wasnt a glacier around for at least countless miles!

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    • The beast  convulses suddenly and launches itself to the surface by planting its kickers against a bunch of coral and kicking off hard. It rockets to the surface, leaving behind a trail of bubbles and she alluring glimmer of opalescent scales.

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    • The two brothers looked at each other then, now they were more astounded by its majesty, it looked so bizarre... Yet... This had to be some manner of legend, they couldn't let it get away, they'd pick up the pace, hoping they could still keep an eye on its graceful silhouette. Torial would snatch some seaweed from the forest, quickly fastening it into a net...

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    • Mote breaks the surface of the water, coughing and spluttering as he struggles to catch his breath. He flaps his wings awkwardly, trapping air under them to use them as sort of life rafts.

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    • he'd see the figures coming after them, odds are he saw them on his way up... Some local undines, he'd presume, looks like they arent happy to see him though, he can see a pretty big net one is carrying, its tossed up, through the water and over, going right onto him- a skilled throw! 

      "Hah, got it! Lets see if we can hold on, little bro, take the other side!" Cahlien seemed to hesitate, but he had to make big brother proud... He'd circle around, trying to hold on and bring the creature into the water... Their tugging wasnt that strong, but it would definitely concern mote... If he could convince them to stop...

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    • "STOP!" Mote screams, kicking and thrashing violently to stay afloat.

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    • The scream scares the two horrifically "Woah, the sea-beast can talk?!" they say to each other, honestly, it wasn't the fact it was talking that surprised them- they've heard of such things... It was how... Wholesome it sounded, it didn't sound like a big intimidating, god-like figure at all, or some kind of monster, it sounded like someone... Normal? They didn't anticipate this... In fact, the two young Undines who just tried assaulting Mote seemed horribly confused. 

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    • Mote pants a little as the pulling stops. He leans down, dipping his head below the water to look at the two. His eyes are pale blue, intelligent, glowing with slight fear.

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    • "What is it doing though?" Torial would word this, both to ask his brother- and the thing above them. "It doesn't seem territorial, like most sea beasts... Does it perhaps eat coral?"

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    • Mote frowns and shakes his head. He raises it again to take another breath, then comes back down, this time focusing on Cahlien.

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    • Cahlien backs up... He seems a bit scared, too, but astounded.  "Its... Amazing looking, you sure we shouldn't hunt this. Thing?" Torial said, who still had his guard up. 

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    • Mote looks at Torial, leaning forward and snorting bubbles in his direction. They're a pale coral color, and smell incredible.

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    • "Hmm, beautiful.." he goes to pop one of the bubbles, seemingly warmed up to this creature. 

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    • The bubble bursts with a gentle pop. Mote smiles and raises his head out of the water again to take a breath.

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    • "You... Dont breathe?" For them, "Breathing" was breathing underwater, anything that required air was... Strange. 

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    • Mote looks around.

      "Um.. Of course I do. Do you not?"

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    • "uhh... No, not exactly!" The smaller one to his right, Cahlein, would say.

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    • Mote blows bubbles absently. His scales glimmer again, the pearly claws at the ends of his toes shining.

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    • "W-What are you though, you never really answered..."

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    • "Me? I'm a dragon." Mote frowns. He supposed it wasn't common knowlege, though he was still a little surprised.

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    • "A dragon.. I swear I've heard of things like you, but... This is nothing like what we expected!" 

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    • "Well.. what did you expect? Big horns and dagger teeth?" Mote chuckles lightly.

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    • "Beaks to crunch coral." Cahlien said.

      "A-And claws to fend off even the harshest kraken!" 

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    • Mote pauses to think for a bit.

      "That sounds like my older brother, Tribb."

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    • "Tribb? Huh..." The two of them start thinking, almost in unison they reply. "You mean the shoal guardian? The great sea beast that has aided cities before with his might, Tribb?"

      Oh. Seems like Tribb has been busy...

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    • Mote smiles.

      "That's him! Is he big and blue with purple on him?"

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    • "Double yes! We could take you to him, actually..."

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    • "Yes, please. I only came into the water to take a break from flying, but I'm glad I decided to stop."

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    • "uhh, okay..." Cahlien would take out a sort of coral compass, pointing in a non-northward direction... Perhaps to someplace else. "Follow us!" The two boys start to swim off to a large trench that seemed to be glowing in the distance. 

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    • Mote dives back down, only to launch himself out of the water. He follows the pair on silent wings from just above the surface, keeping his eyes on their shapes so he doesn't get lost.

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    • The shapes were fast, just as fast as her... They seemed to be toying with each other as they darted through the waters... Blissfully unaware of another shape following them. 

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    • Mote smiles to himself. He dips a little lower, allowing one of his legs to graze the top of the water.

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    • he'd see all sorts of mountains in the distance, but what attracted him more was the city in the canyon- it almost looked like the sun was below him from above the water.

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    • Mote stares down at it, circling for a few times before folding his wings in and diving down.

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    • However, Mote sees the other sithlouette going back aroud... Something about it is sinister, worrying, they see a cloud of clamshells fall out of its... Mouth? 

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    • Mote frowns, but keeps going down.

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    • whatever it was... It was tracking them for sure- the two of them were looking a bit worried too, commenting on some shells they swam over. 

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    • Mote keeps an eye on the shells, ready to defend if the need arises.

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    • It doesnt go for them, it goes for him. A massive thing that can only be equivocated to a megalodon lunges out of the water at breakneck speeds, trying to bite at Mote's jugular. 

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    • Mote swerves out of the way and responds with a lightning-fast snap of powerful jaws and razor teeth.

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    • goes right into iron scales, he hears his friends gasp and toss a net his way. "use this!" 

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    • Mote swims away to grab the net, then turns around and throws it. Even underwater, he's strong. He spreads his wings open to try and shield his new friends if the thing attempted to attack.

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    • the creature would thrash...

      it had a long snout, ending in a tapered beak, with a thorned tounge slipping about to cut at the net, its iron hard scales are glistening, and the fin looks like a spiiked mountain range on its back, he'd have a few seconds to try and do something before it was free again. 

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    • Mote scans for weak spots, taking only a second to take another breath.

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    • The mouth, perhaps they can get at the insides through the mouth... Or the eyes. 

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    • Mote darts forward again, aiming for its eyes with his short, sharp horns.

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    • he  would feel a harsh stab, and the creature would start to rush away with a torn net on its back and a little wound it soon wont forget. 

      The two brothers seem to be speechless...

      "Okay, I frankly shouldnt be as surprised as I am... But... It was satisfying to see a Sarndius scared off like that."

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    • Mote tilts his head in confusion, before breathing out a massive bubble of air and just sticking his head in it.

      "A what?"

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    • "A sarndius!" Cahlein pointed his finger upwards like some professor. "pretty deadly sea monsters, they eat coral and shell, and thus usually make a habit out of eating trading caravans... They've managed to get harder scales over the years... Which really makes one th-" 

      "Enough that!" Torial would interrupt. "We need to hurry before it comes back!" 

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    • Mote nods, takes a deep breath, and pops his bubble with a horn. He keeps swimming.

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    • They were close enough for him to see the city... And what a sight it was.

      Spires, almost resembling tall narwhal horns, dotted the chasm below, going into the chasm walls, there was some kind of bubble surrounding the city and with it was a massive swirling structure at the very center, it seemed to be some kind of platform upon which the market laid... There was already clouds of Draug and Undines noticing the oncoming dragon, unsure whether to be afraid or otherwise...

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    • Mote tries to look as regal and imposing as possible. His scales glitter like opals and pearls in the light, giving him the appearance of being made of precious stone. He uses his wings to keep pace with the small pair of undines leading the way, admiring the city below.

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    • they'd see some well-armored (at least relatively well-armored) draug coming up. "U-Uh, hello.. Is the... Intelligent sea-beast with you?" 

      Draug "military" wasn't that much since they relied so often on the protection of heat magic and draug/undine conflict was practically nonexistent these days, these guys were clearly timid to actually be in a situation demanding their attention... 

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    • Mote makes a bubble so he can speak.

      “Yes. I am.”

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    • "Uhh... Yeah, they are, if you could step aside please?" Cahlien asked.

      The small force went to the side with he crowd, it was becoming more like a parade now, some kids were trying to tug at his scales curiously, but not aggressively. 

      "Sorry about them... Sea beasts are truly the biggest threat these cities face- especially ones around your size." 

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    • Mote only winces when they grab his feathers by accident. One of his loose scales falls off, but there's a new scale that had been already growing in beneath it.

      "It's alright. I really don't mind, heh."

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    • "Well, nice, just dont freak out about the crowd..." Honestly, they werent even leading the way anymore, the large crowds forming etween her and the domed structure told enough... 

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    • Mote steels himself for whatever may come next. He lets out a stream of bubbles nervously.

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    • surprisingly- the top of the dome opens- as if a stadium on another world- he's being invited in...

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    • Mote swims inside gracefully, smiling in relief. Maybe he’ll be able to rest finally..

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    • it seems almost more like a party than it does a "council", theres just as many people in here as there were at the bazaar, they're all arguing with eachother incoherently abotu the new arrival when he suddenly appears before them, they all stop, one single, meek, old voice coming from a man that was seemingly the head of this council, would say. "We greet you, ally to Tribb, we heard you are seeking out your close friend?"

      Jeez, seems word spreads fast in this town, too. 

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    • "Um.. yes." Mote says as powerfully as he can through his bubble. He tries to look as bold as he can, but he still seems nervous.

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    • Its been a surprisingly warm welcome up until now: Where its become a bizzare mix of mistrust and kindness veiled behind fear, proven by a new, equally as old and crumbly looking draug who takes a stand. 

      "So, do you have a way you can perhaps prove this to us? I heard you resembled a dragon, but there are some doubts being cast, i mean, this creature shows up suddenly, we shouldnt be trusting it this easily, right?" The ambassador who was speaking before sighed, and attempted to calm what looked to be a sparing qurarell with a compromise: "Agreed, but what if it can put a bit out for us? You agree, dont you, friend of Tribb?" 

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    • “Tribb’s my brother, actually.. we grew up together. Not here, but we did. And I am a dragon. I can prove it.”

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    • The crowd and the council together gave gasps of excitement. "H-How so? Show us!" 

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    • Mote takes a deep breath, then releases a massive cloud of bubbles. Another burst of bubbles escapes his nose, and as soon as the pair touch, a short explosion happens, rippling the water around it. Mote grabs the ball of newly-formed gas and throws it up higher. With a muffled pop, the ball bursts into the symbol of the Draconic Royal Family.

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    • Mote realizes he has never heard an entire city gasp in disbelief until now- she'd start to hear the muffled sounds of clapping, the doubter looks a bit slackjawed. "Hmm... Well, he was seen a bit to the north, closer to the wurmwastes... He said there was something he needed to do to help protect the paradigm, but he didnt elaborate further..." 

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    • Mote sighs and lowers his head in disappointment.

      "Alright... I guess... I'll keep going, then."

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    • "W-Wait, I know where he's going!" A young voice would say, a few soldiers and adults would try to stop the young undine as she swam over. I know where Tribb hangs out!" 

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    • Mote turns, eyes widening in surprise.

      "You do?"

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    • "Y-Yeah!" she's a quick little skipper too, avoidng the hands of quite a few adults.. 

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    • “Where?” Mote smiles, apparently relieved at the news.

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    • "The Jermiea trench, northeast, I can lead the way!" Her parents quit trying to stop her, they just look worryingly at their daughter playing around in front of Mote as she explains the times she's spent with Tribb...

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    • Mote looks up at her parents, frowning a bit.

      "And.. which direction would that be?"

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    • "O-Oh... Uhh..." She starts swimming off. "Wait, Klonnie dear! Come back!" Her parents are trying their best to keep an eye on her, but the crowds getting too excited from this encounter...

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    • Mote swims in front of her.

      "Hold on now! I have a job i need you to do."

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    • The kid stops. "Aww, I dont get to come along with you?! But you're awsome!" 

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    • “I need you to stay here and keep your parents safe. Think you can scare off those scary fish who keep getting into your house for me?” Mote winks knowingly.

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    • "hmm... Y-Yeah! I can! she goes back to her parents..." Who look knowingly back at Mote. "T-Thank you, dragon!" These people were pretty well pleaseed seeing the exchange... But she does see a couple of familiar faces. "We'll join ya, Mote..." cahlien said. 

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    • "If you really want to." Mote sighs. "I just want to see my brother."

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    • "Sounds like a plan." "W-Wait, best of luck to you, Dragon! For now, I think you'll be more than welcome here!"

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    • Mote smiles and waves, before swimming out the exit.

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    • it was definitely cold more northwards, and more expansive.. "If we're heading northeast, we're going to have to be careful- mountain ranges, and that means jamodos."

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    • "Jamodos?" Mote questions, looking over his shoulder as he swims.

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    • "Basically, think that thing that attacked us earlier, but more of them, and  poisonous."

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    • "...oh. Greeeeat." Mote smiles sarcastically. "Are you sure Tribb is this way? It seems pretty dangerous..."

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    • The conversation would be butted in by his brother.

      "Well, knowing Tribb, we'll actually know how close we are to his cave if we *dont* see any of them in those mountains, too..."

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    • Mote sighs a little.

      “Alright. Let's just.. keep an eye out, then!”

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    • "Right on, we can do that..." 

      "By the way..." Cahlien. "Whats your home like, Mote?" 

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    • "My home? Hrm, let's see. My home is far from here, essentially the opposite. There are fluffy clouds you can lay on, floating islands with tasty fruits and fun animals and interesting bugs... lots of birds, rainbows, sunshine..."

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    • "...Huh, I dont think i've ever even heard of half of those things, bugs? I think i've heard of birds around the north, animals, rainbows, and sunshine, of course thats here, but you should bring us some of you fruit if you ever come back, it sounds cool!" poor guys, odds are they arent too familiar with most things, being so dedicated to their obligations and being so waterlocked.



      They'd be near this range, overlooking a deep watery trench that they had been following for a while... Even here it sounded like howling wind thanks to the harsh currents around the trio.

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    • Mote smiles at the sound, it reminded him of home.

      "Maybe I can show you someday. We dragons have very special powers, ou know." Mote winks.

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    • "You mean more powers than even tribb does? He's pretty damn rough..." 

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    • “We have different kinds of powers. His are mainly water-based, while mine are air-based. We can control other elements to a minor extent.”

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    • Suddenly, He would see a glint among the mountains- maybe that was his brother? 

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    • Mote squints and starts cautiously heading towards it, keeping his guard up as he moves.

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    • the cavern entrance seems quite odd- its in the shape of a beak, for one... "I think this is it? But where's Tribb?" 

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    • Mote inspects the markings along the edge of the cavern's mouth.

      "He was definitely here, he dug this out himself. Tribb?!"

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