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Daenerys Targaryen ([personal profile] dorzalta) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-03-25 06:10 pm

[OPEN] When I was a child I'd sit for hours staring into open flames...

Who: Daenerys Targaryen ([personal profile] dorzalta) & others.
What: Chimera call to action in Wyver, post-kidnapping/torture, plus whatever goes down in April.
When: March/April catch-all.
Where: Wyver, Thesa Station, and others TBD.
Warning(s): Game of Thrones/Daenerys standard warnings, torture, self harm, etc.


Wyver
I. CHIMERAS
To get close to the dragons, Daenerys believes she must get close to the Beastmaster known as Thali. It would do her well to participate in this task for a multitude of reasons, the first of which includes keeping herself occupied. Her hair's braided back into one single plait, and whilst she's neither donning her Targaryen colors, nor wearing something entirely Dothraki, she is in leathers and pieces spun for practicality in the heat and humidity.

( a. ) Are you her partner in gathering the chimeras and feeding them? If so, have fun standing beside her as she stares at the creatures, frowning. "Which mouth do they feed themselves with? They're rather vicious looking."

( b. ) Or perhaps you're seated with her on one of the rocks near a spring. She's parchment with her, spattered in water and mud (is that blood?), with notes scrawled on the pages. Her legs are stretched out before her, hooked at the ankles, and she looks as if she is a queen in her element, not an onlooker studying a creature's behaviors. "It's a shame they've the head of a lion. That is a lion, isn't it?"

( c. ) Of course, living creatures--be it humans, dragons, or chimeras--can be spooked, and these are no different. One of the dragons in the nearby areas roars, and suddenly the chimera the two of you are guiding to a new location jerks. "Watch for its--mouths," she warns you, before ducking from the lashing snake tail. "Shh, friend, the dragons will not harm you."

II. FIELDS OF THE EXALTED (post-kidnapping)
She's reason enough to claim her spot in this place, having spied upon Thali during her work with the chimeras. After a few days of ignoring anyone and everyone, Daenerys is quick to reassert herself. It would do no good for a queen to show weakness. Likewise, she's determined to find a job to move out of her... less than acceptable living arrangements.

( a. ) If you're a friend visiting her, she may rope you into meeting a dragon--her dragon. For while Drogon is not free for her to ride as she'd prefer, he is still on the grounds, in the sanctuary. She can still interact with him. Which means you will, too!

( b. ) Work is good for the soul. When she was nothing more than a khaleesi, the khalasar kept her busy and exhausted. It might've been a simpler life, traveling with a nomadic tribe, but there were still things to appreciate. Do you help Dany gather meat for feeding younger dragons, lead in livestock for the adults, break up fights between dragons, tend to sick creatures, or training youngsters?

III. WILDCARD
HMU if you want some other interaction in Wyver prior to or post kidnapping!


Thesa Station
IV. STASIS
It's been some time since she's visited her people, and for that, there is a flare of guilt. Wearing her attire from home, she spends a vast majority of her time in the stasis room.

( a. ) She stands before ser Jorah's pod, staring up at him with a troubled expression. A palm rests against the glass of his pod, fingers gently smoothing the glass as if she would touch his face. It's intimate, but what of the stasis room is not? "I don't know what to do," you might overhear her telling her old bear. "I need you by my side. Please wake up."

( b. ) Missandei looks so peaceful, and that peace brings her peace. It's the first time she's smiled. "You'd have found them adorable. I know you've never seen a hatchling before."

( c. ) "You've left me with scars, brother," she murmurs to Viserys' slumbering face. No gold crown, not a crown for a king. No demonic teeth or flame-bright eyes. "But it was you who woke the dragon, this time."

V. MESS HALL
Wine and oranges--that's what Dany has as she sits in the mess hall. She's alone at her table, looking up, not at others. Up means she can gaze through the expansive glass lining the upper part of the room, and out into space itself. "Do you believe the stars are souls?" she'll ask someone, if they sit at her table.

VI. WILDCARD
Let's do it.

( ooc: Feel free to ping me on plurk to hash out some plans [plurk.com profile] bubblytangerine or PM me on this journal. Will match format, so if prose isn't your jam, no biggie. Daenerys was kidnapped and tortured, so she will be absent for a period of time. )
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-03-31 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He felt her hands on his, looking down at those soft white fingers touching hands that should be rougher than they were. So much of his own scars had healed when he'd made his deal with the demon. Scars that had become a part of him. His sword callouses were still there, though. Bumps of harder skin forged from years of swinging a sword, of building up a roughness to handle hard labor. Vlad's hands were not like other Prince's she might touch.

Looking down at her, he took in a slow breath, ignoring the thrumming of blood he heard under her skin, under the skin of the bodies in rooms all around them. Anger always made him lose that tenuous control for a moment. "I still should have known. You are not the kind to be silent when you have issue with something. Ah, Lady, I am at your mercy."
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-01 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
He saw that eyeroll, and for some odd reason, it made him feel better. Not that she was irritated, but that it was so familiar an action in a woman like her, he knew she couldn't be overly harmed if she could find it in her to jest at his expense.

The question caught him off guard, and he frowned as he kept hold of her hands, thumbs stroking gently over her skin, as if he could brush away the ill thoughts of what had happened to her. "I had not. Though, to be quite honest, I haven't found myself sitting comfortably in Olympia. All this unease and unrest directed at new faces... mine the newest of them all. I feel I'm causing more distress than easing."
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-03 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Your kind, Lady. I am the son of a dragon in name only, while you seem to be mother to the truth of them. Are you faring better here than your time in the other city?" He lets her reclaim her hands, gesturing for them to move out of the alley, lest someone come upon them and think them in the midst of some chicanery.
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-05 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I have not," he replied. "I'm still getting acquired to being able to be in the sun. It is-," he paused, glancing up at the sky for a moment, then down at the ground, feeling the sting of light in his eyes. "I've missed it. It is certainly warmer here than in the other city. I'm surprised, given how relatively close in location they are. The world I hail from had a much wider distance between temperature changes like this."

He'd noticed the change in clothing, of course, along with the way she was holding herself more stiffly, but he hesitated to press for details.
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-07 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I've told you I made a deal with darkness, Lady. It appears to have been in a very literal sense." He's trying. Trying to be honest with her, but still worried of what the truth might do to her. He found that he'd started to enjoy her company. Come to enjoy seeing her and making her smile. He'd gotten used to being alone for so long before the Storm had tossed him here, she'd been one of the first he'd found himself attaching to. He didn't want to lose that.

She stopped, and he stopped along with her. She seemed so serious, as if there was a point to this, so he gave it the thought it deserved. "I believe that we can allow ourselves to be swept along with everything, or we can try to carve out our own existence. Our own ways."
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-09 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"My soul." As a Christian, he truly believed that his deal made with the Master trapped in that cave had cost him that much. Mireena had told him he could be redeemed, that to turn himself back would open him to God again, that his reason for doing what he'd done had been just. And yet it had been her blood that had sealed his fate. Her plea to save their son that had broken his will. A heavy sigh left him as he remembered her broken body in his arms, that pain echoing in his eyes briefly before he turned them away.

"I? I certainly do not wish to choose a side. This is not my war. Not my world. I've no quarrel with any that live here." He offered her his arm as they walked, falling back easily into that sense of being the man he'd been when he'd lived. "This is our fate. We are in this land now and we must try to exist with those that already hail from here. Though... in light of recent events, the notion of making one's own way in the wild is looking more ideal."
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>| Boo, Chrome.

[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-10 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps he does, and when she rests her hand on his arm, his other comes up to gently touch over hers, listening to the sounds of her body to gauge her state. There are wounds, aches, things he shouldn't know of, but until she brings them up, he'll not pry. He could smell old blood on her the moment he'd seen her, but with scars lost to time, he knew how often one didn't want to talk about the cause.

The offer, for that's what it was, had the vampire's brows lifting. "Are you offering me lodging, Lady? Should you be... putting yourself in such a potentially dangerous predicament? While I can promise you I mean you no harm and would gladly end any who did, do you truly know me well enough to trust me with that? Without knowing what I am?"
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-11 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
For all that she'd seen, she still did not know, and a part of him felt pained in that he'd have to tell her. Have to see that look of horror, if not disgust on her face. "Have you silver, Lady?"

The only way to make her see the truth, the truth of what a monster he was, was to show her. Let her see it in truth. But perhaps in a less... clustered mass of bodies. He nodded to the side of a building, sitting in the shade by a lean-to packed with wood for the fire inside.
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-13 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He positioned himself so that his back was to the crowd passing by, making what he was about to do for her eyes only. Watching her, carefully, he reached out to pick up the piece of silver she held out for him. As soon as his skin touched the metal, there was a hissing sizzle, steam rising up from his hand. It grew as he took the coin and held it in his closed fist, little wisps of steam wafting upward, joined by flakes of dead flesh that was being burned off.

When he opened his hand and held the coin back out to her, there was a raw, seared spot in his flesh, bone starting to show through, the coin continuing to sizzle and burn at him as it sat there. "I would advise you to always carry some on you, Lady. Particularly with the way this world seems to pick at one's mind and emotions."

It hurt, of course. Burning always hurt, but Vlad was used to pain. He'd become accustomed to it before he'd become a man, let alone what he was now. But the sting and the whining tone of the silver he could hear in his mind helped dull those other senses of his. He couldn't hear her heartbeat as clearly, couldn't taste her blood under her skin.
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-14 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because it can clear my senses. The pain. The... screaming sing of the metal. It drowns other urges. I've since found that even I am susceptible to the magics of this world. During the... fracas of before, I harmed those who were also affected." Granted, they'd been about to harm people he knew, but he had learned control over the years. He would have normally tried to talk a man down, not bitten his neck and feasted because he'd drawn a sword on a woman he knew.

"If I am to be in your company, and you in mine, I would offer you a means to protect yourself should I lose control. I am a monster, Lady. Or, I can be. Every day, I crave what I refuse myself. And should you be around me when that control breaks, I would never be able to forgive myself if harm came your way. So keep something on you, for my sake. A ring. A necklace. A handful of coin. Knowing you have some protection will bring me a small bit of peace."
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-15 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"There is no need. Part of my... curse, I suppose you could call it, is the ability to heal quickly. Even from wounds of silver." True, as she could see the skin starting to reform slowly if she looked down at his hand. Silver burned, but the burn didn't seem to last long. Even the burns of daylight healed quickly when he gained them, unless he stayed out overlong. "There is another request I would make of you, Lady. To be careful with any wounds you gain. Blood is... well. We've talked of such things before, but not with my own involvement in them."

He trusted her more now, but more than that, he cared enough to make sure she knew what she might be walking into. She offered him refuge, a place to stay, and he would not lie to her or put her in harm's way due to ignorance.
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-17 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
His eyes dip down, a small sign of apology as he looks back up at her. "I can tell you have wounds, though not the nature of them. All I can smell is old blood and that which is trapped under your skin. I do not know the nature of them or how they came to be, but I might guess they happened during your capture." A thing that shouldn't have happened. A pain she shouldn't have gone through.

Her last question almost made him laugh, and he settled it into a small huff of released breath instead. "I am always affected by it, Lady. I can hear the heartbeats of everyone in this city. I can smell the butcher's shop and that he's got a fresh animal to work on. I can smell old blood mingled in with the mud under our feet from a fight the night before. I am always affected by blood, but my control is usually firm. Barring magical interference, as there was during the chaos before the abductions. You can ask your Jon Snow about that."
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-04-18 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Both. I can tell there are bruises, but your blood sings to me in more dulcet tones than the silver screams." She's asking, and he will answer. If she truly wishes his company here, than he can do no less than to give her the full truth of himself. Of what he is.

Jon, though, had made mention of his lady love to Vlad before, and they had both come to an accord to have her best interests at heart. Vlad sensed the younger man felt somewhat jealous of him, which was ridiculous. Fierce and lovely though Daenerys was, she was her own woman. She went where she chose.

"Mm, yes. And teeth, among other things. My... abilities are somewhat dampened here. Different. Muted of a sort, but I am still the creature I was back in my world."

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