Rathalascendant - Blog Posts

SHE'S A WARRIOR OF STEEL STUFF, despite her appearances. Though she could hardly waterbreathe and the fire choked her throat, the stubborn dragonet made up for her shortcomings with physical and aerial prowess. When a stranger asked how she persisted, the seawing hybrid looked to Tsunami—the lost princess, a figure whom she nearly idolized—and puffed out her chest, maintaining the facade of a dauntless soldier. "If you believe it, then you can."

            𝐀     𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐘     𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍     𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃     𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅     𝐀𝐓     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃'𝐒     𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊.     A     gentle     nudge     followed     as     she     pressed     her     shoulder     against     the     other.     〝    EXACTLY,    〞      Tsunami     replied,     her     tone     laced     with     a     mix     of     confidence     and     mischief,     〝    Doesn't     matter     what     anyone     else     says.    〞      The     Seawing     straightened     her     posture.     〝    Make     your     OWN     rules.    〞     

                        ☽                𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋                ☾ @rathalascendant

            𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑     𝐇𝐀𝐃     𝐀     𝐖𝐀𝐘     𝐓𝐎     𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏     𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊,     𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘     𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐈𝐍     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒,     𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃     𝐎𝐍     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄     𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍.     The     same     despair     that     threatened     to     consume     him,     hiding     like     a     coward     amongst     the     mushroom     trees     and     caves,     away     from     his     failures.     With     Spyro's     disappearance,     it     felt     like     the     red     dragon     had     FAILED     once     more.     He     couldn't     let     the     darkness     control     him     once     more,     he     couldn't     give     up     on     Spyro.     The     ANCESTORS     shall     look     after     him,     keep     him     safe.     In     the     meantime,     Ignitus     did     the     best     he     could     in     the     war     against     the     darkness.

                The     guardian     of     fire     adorned     in     his     old     armor     for     the     first     time     in     ages,    REBORN     anew     after     hours     of     polishing.     Trekking     through     the     swamp,     he     continued     his     search.     SECURITY,     patrolling     due     to     the     temple's     weakened     defenses,     all     lies     he     told     himself,     to     convince     he     was     not     searching     for     the     purple     dragon.     That     was     until     the     snapping     of     a     twig     robbed     the     dragon     from     his     thoughts,     orange     eyes     falling     upon     a     small     creature     who     managed     to     sneak     up     on     the     guardian.     Curious,     he     lowered     his     head     to     get     a     better     look.     〝    It     is     not     safe     out     here,     friend,    〞     

          ☽                𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃                ☾ @rathalascendant

            𝐈𝐓     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐀𝐍     𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃     𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘     -     𝐀     𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆     𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑     𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍     𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓     𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖.     It     looked     like     they     were     there     for     sometime,     how     did     they     manage     to     find     themselves     HERE?     Jade     eyes     glanced     down     either     side     of     the     tunnel,     searching     for     any     nearby     Nightwings.     The     coast     was     clear,     perhaps     he     could     help     the     scavenger.     He     was     TERRIFIED     of     them,     ever     since     the     arena,     but     an     unstable     volcano     and     an     island     full     of     dragons     was     a     fate     he     wouldn't     wish     upon     anyone.

                The     dragonet's     head     reared     up,     blankly     blinking     at     the     scavenger.     He     could     understand     them?     Wait...     could     they     understand    HIM?     For     once     his     curiosity     out     weighed     his     fear     as     he     lowered     his     head,     now     eye     level     with     the     scavenger.     〝    You...     spoke..    〞      He     supposed     most     scavengers     could     speak,     it     was     only     a     matter     of     understanding     but     regardless,     a     fascinating     discovery.     〝    I-i'm     STARFLIGHT,     who     are     you?     Do     you     have     a     name?     How     did     you     get     here?    〞      So     many     questions,     so     little     time.