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Sorry these took so long to get up! I still fully intend to go back and read the amazing stuff posted elsewhere, too!


9. Book-Reading Character - Iranda (Dragon Flyz), as requested by lovelykitta

Note: Set during Cifex and Iranda’s adventures on the surface of Old Earth before being rescued in my series of original stories.

“Iranda, hello, are you even listening to me?” Iranda heard Cifex ask her as he drove their “borrowed” hovercraft through the fetid swampland. “I wanted to know if the Dragonators ever mapped this area before.”

“I’m sorry, Cifex,” she answered, looking up from her datapad and giving the android a sheepish look. “I’ve just been so absorbed in this account I can’t seem to focus on anything else!”

Cifex quirked an eyebrow at her. “It must be pretty fascinating - you’re usually much more alert than this,” he added with a chuckle. “Mind if I ask what you’re reading?”

Iranda sent the information from her datapad to the main holoscreen of the hovercraft. An image of a stern but kind astronaut appeared. He was flanked by a woman with asian features and an android. “Get reacquainted with Captain Elias Bristol and his crew. I found their mission manifest and crew updates in the files you salvaged from the the military compound.”

“Any hints on where the Oasis might be located?” Cifex asked, his interest more than piqued.

Iranda shook her head. “Sadly no. But following their journey into orbit has been absolutely engrossing. The world was going to hell, and yet they still dreamed of the stars.” Iranda smiled sadly, thinking of her own old obsession with a way off of Old Earth.

Cifex flicked up a fingernail and connected to a data port on the main terminal. “Still, it’s a good find. I’ll process the information for any clues,” he said, downloading the diaries into his main processor.

“The clues are fascinating, but the stories - that’s what really interests me,” Iranda said. “We have so few surviving records of the Cataclysm period. Every scrap of information we uncover is precious. If we forget what happened there, I fear it would be all too easy for humanity to repeat our sorry mistakes.”


18. Naïve Character - Dram (Dragon Flyz), as requested by lovelykitta

This is going to focus on a young Dram, only recently adopted by Aaron and Iranda.

Dram looked down at the strange metal utensil in his hand, unsure of what to do with it. It was long, with four prongs on the end. Too short to roast something over the cooking fire with. Not strong enough to dig the tube grubs that he liked.

Not that there were any tube grubs in Airlandis, though. Dram shivered - he was always cold these days, despite wearing thick clothes. Life on what the humans called ‘Old Earth’ had been hard and dangerous, but it had at least been warm and alive. Everything on Airlandis felt so...dead. He just wanted to go home.

Dram’s lip quivered and he felt the tears sting the corners of his eyes. Don’t cry, Dram. Be strong. He repeated his mantra over and over again. His old life, his old home - all was dead and gone. The mutants had seen to that, as they and the Dark Dramen hauled the survivors of his village off to be their slaves.

“Dwam, it a fork!” Z’neth, the white-haired child of Father Aaron and Mother Iranda said, tugging on his sleeve and demonstrating the proper use of the utensil to Dram. “Have you no used one afore?” Z’neth asked him around mouthfuls of macaroni.

Dram shook his head at the small child. “No, Z’neth. Where I come from, these are our utensils,” Dram said, holding out his hands.

“That more fun!” Z’neth said, digging into his lunch with his palms and smearing the food all over his face. Dram sighed and picked up the toddler, cleaning him up at the sink before Mother Iranda saw the mess he’d caused.



26. Exhausted Character - Zarkan/Amod (Dragon Flyz) as requested by strongheartmaid

Zarkan flopped face forward on the bed. “No more,” he moaned into the pillow. “No more training the cadets. What did I do in a previous life to deserve this?”

Amod was slumped in a chair next to the bed, his head hanging over the backrest. An ice pack was settled across his forehead, where a large purple bruise was growing. “It must have been murder,” he groaned. “That’s the only explanation I can think of as to how your bad karma got me involved in this mess too.”

Zarkan turned his head to look at his lover, and gave Amod a wink, to which the other Dragonator only groaned. “Will a thank you ever make it up to you?”

“No,” Amod said flatly, giving Zarkan a steely gaze. “My forehead is going to cycle through all the colors of the rainbow before the end of the week.”

Zarkan snickered, “I thought the cadet got off light with a week of dragon stable duty.”

Amod scratched his chin before giving Zarkan a devious look. “Well, he was kind of cute.”

Zarkan’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh you think so? I never realized you were so into robbing the cradle?” he asked, tossing a pillow at his boyfriend.

Amod laughed as he caught the pillow and executed an expert shot back at Zarkan. “You’ve left me with no other options if I want to retain my sanity the remainder of this week.”

“Hey now, you were the one complaining we hardly ever get to see each other anymore,” Zarkan said as he got up and pulled Amod out of the chair and onto the bed. “I was simply doing my best to spend a little quality time together.”

Amod rolled his eyes. “You’d be dangerously cute if you weren’t so daft, Zarkan. I was hoping for something like dinner together or a trip to the biospheres.”

Zarkan pulled up the ice bag and kissed Amod’s forehead bruise. “How about something else, then?” he asked, before kissing Amod on the lips.

Amod pulled away, his face bright red. “That...might be a start…”

Date: 2014-06-03 12:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
Oooh, nice :D

Date: 2014-06-03 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ry-sabir.livejournal.com
Sad!Dram doesn't know how to use a fork. XD

And I swear Amod and Zarkan together basically write themselves.

Date: 2014-06-03 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
I know, I felt like cuddling him, and toddler Z is adorable

and agreed - Zarkan/Amod make it so easy to write for

oh, and since you're here - feel free to pick another flower from the flower prompt table :D

Date: 2014-06-03 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ry-sabir.livejournal.com
Haha, I wasn't sure what age to make Z, but the ridiculous toddler speak just kind of tumbled out and that was that. Toddler!Z with big brother Dram might just be the most adorable thing ever. XD

Oooh, thanks, I will!

Date: 2014-06-03 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
he was adorable as toddler - and it's so weird to see him going from such a happy cheerful child to the, well, what he's like now in canon

Date: 2014-06-03 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ry-sabir.livejournal.com
Makes one wonder what the defining incident was. Losing Iranda (for what he thought was forever), or something else?

Or perhaps its just the toll of leadership/ oldest brother syndrome?

Date: 2014-06-03 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
I'm thinking combo of losing Iranda and the toll of leadership/oldest brother syndrom

Date: 2014-06-03 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovelykitta.livejournal.com
These are great Ry!

Date: 2014-06-03 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ry-sabir.livejournal.com
Glad you enjoyed them!

Date: 2014-06-03 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovelykitta.livejournal.com
Hee, can I pick more prompts?

Feel free to pick more from me too!

Date: 2014-06-03 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ry-sabir.livejournal.com
Sure, go ahead and pick more. :)

Date: 2014-06-03 10:48 pm (UTC)

heh

Date: 2014-06-25 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
you know, now I feel dumb for only just noticing that you had Z with white hair as a child

Re: heh

Date: 2014-06-25 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ry-sabir.livejournal.com
I totally waffle on whether or not Z had white-blode or brown hair as a kid or went through some traumatic experience that changed his hair color (losing Iranda?)

But blonde toddler Z'neth is a totally adorable image. XD

Re: heh

Date: 2014-06-26 12:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
Traumatic experience causing a change in color does make sense. Or he could be one of ones that just go white early

But would his shade of blond match Peak/Summit's or Iranda's? ::curious:

Re: heh

Date: 2014-06-26 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ry-sabir.livejournal.com
If you look at the hair colors of the family as a continuum, Aaron was darkest (brown, before going white), followed by Apex (strawberry blonde), then Iranda (blonde), then Peak (wheat-colored), then Summit (straw-colored?), then Z'neth (white-blonde, possibly from brown).

Which actually makes some interesting comparisons:
1. Aaron and Apex are very close
2. As are Peak and Iranda
3. Z'neth eventually matches his father in hair color, as they grow closer together.

Anything else jumping out at you from that continuum?

Re: heh

Date: 2014-06-26 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
everyone but Z seems to have at least some shade of blue for their eyes but he has brown so..?

Date: 2014-08-19 02:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
okay - I gotta know

what did the cadet do to get it so Amod's forehead is going to do the rainbow cycle?

Date: 2014-08-19 07:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ry-sabir.livejournal.com
Hehe, I'm definitely thinking poor placement of their dragon's tail had something to do with it.

Date: 2014-08-19 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strongheartmaid.livejournal.com
ah! Poor Amod ::hugs::

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