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chasethedragon) wrote2017-02-21 11:12 pm
chasethedragon) wrote2017-02-21 11:12 pm
PSL stuff idk
You've been sacrificed.
Your people needed the dragon, and so you've been offered up for the dragon. (Usually, the dragon only takes women. For wives, you know. But perhaps you were a bit low on the ladyfolk. Who knows.) Your people would have dressed you in the finest clothes; that was the way of things, after all. The river swelled and the rains came, swift and violent, and almost without noticing you were whisked away.
Regardless of the hows or whys of your taking, you're here now. Somewhere not quite earth, a massive opulent palace of marble and gems, build comfortable enough in some places for humans and large enough in most for the massive dragon that stole you. Whatever you are, there doesn't seem to be more of you here; all of the servants bear feathers or fins, and while they're helpful enough in getting you out of your soaked clothes and getting you tea and fed, they ultimately don't speak to you more than they absolutely have to.
In any case, you're in a human-sized room, clearly meant for one, unlived in for quite some time. The dragon, having dumped you on his servants upon arrival, is currently... nowhere to be found.
There is, however, a fish-maid standing at attention outside your room's door.
Your people needed the dragon, and so you've been offered up for the dragon. (Usually, the dragon only takes women. For wives, you know. But perhaps you were a bit low on the ladyfolk. Who knows.) Your people would have dressed you in the finest clothes; that was the way of things, after all. The river swelled and the rains came, swift and violent, and almost without noticing you were whisked away.
Regardless of the hows or whys of your taking, you're here now. Somewhere not quite earth, a massive opulent palace of marble and gems, build comfortable enough in some places for humans and large enough in most for the massive dragon that stole you. Whatever you are, there doesn't seem to be more of you here; all of the servants bear feathers or fins, and while they're helpful enough in getting you out of your soaked clothes and getting you tea and fed, they ultimately don't speak to you more than they absolutely have to.
In any case, you're in a human-sized room, clearly meant for one, unlived in for quite some time. The dragon, having dumped you on his servants upon arrival, is currently... nowhere to be found.
There is, however, a fish-maid standing at attention outside your room's door.
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But the whole being transported to a place that is definitely in the Celestial Realm, or at least a heck of a lot nearer it than the mortal planes, and then fed and watered and dumped into a room all by himself without a single word from the god he's supposed to be some big fancy offering too? Not impressed.
Not impressed at all.
Which is why when he opens the door, intent on sneaking out of his room and, hopefully, out of the stupidly opulent palace entirely, he takes one look at the fish-maid, lets out a soft curse, and throws a bolt of lightning — it doesn't hit her, he's not that much of an asshole! — but it's a good enough distraction and he takes off at a dead sprint down the corridor, dumb, uselessly thin slippers slapping against the marble floors as he passes door after door, looking for something, anything, that might be a way out.
Or an armory. A place like this has to have a collection of fancy weapons, and even if he can't manage an escape, he'll take being armed. ]
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The palace is like a maze. Your room was obviously deep within it, and the place is so massive it's easy to get lost-- most hallways look the same, and the few open rooms are large and spacious and obviously meant to accommodate the dragon itself: dining halls and alcoves, and at one point even something not unlike a theatre though it is empty for the moment.
Eventually you come to what must be the center of the property, or the center of a part of the property....? In any case, turning down a hallway opens to a central water garden, open to the air. A few rockwork structures pour water over them out of the mouths of intricately carved fish and over the backs of turtles; lotus and other lily-type plants bloom en masse, leaving the air thick with sweet scent, and koi, goldfish, and some other species swim about them, fearless and beautiful. There's stepping stones, here and there, leaving on some paths where walkways and bridges do not, around cattails and bushes and small, ornate trees.
It's a bit easy to miss over the rest of the sight, but eventually you'll likely notice a man sitting at the edge of the palace walkway, off to the side of the garden itself, drinking a cup of tea. He's quite obviously not a servant, and if you're used to such things, there's no doubt at all he's the dragon in human form: he wears dark blue robes with intricate golden embroidery, layered with lighter blue and white underneath, and his hands are finely scaled with the same sapphire hues. His eyes are golden, pupils slit like a cat or reptile, and branching horns grow backwards from behind his pointed ears-- and in all honestly, his hair, while long, is strikingly plain brown among it all.
He's staring at you. ]
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Which is why Dyrin glares back at the dragon god, steely-eyed and indignant, and marches right up to him, ignoring the tranquility of the room, the dragon's own calmness, the serene atmosphere. ]
You.
[ And points an outraged finger right in the dragon god's face. ]
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[ Already done with that attitude tbh. He just frowns at him. ]
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Big words from a kidnapper! [ Nevermind that it was the god's followers who'd done the actual kidnapping. ] I demand you release me immediately.
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Blame me not for the deal your people made; I simply held up my end of the bargain. You are not, however, the woman they were meant to give.
You cannot be released. Once you are within the gates of Heaven, you may never return to the mortal plane.