a. dragon tales [ While it had been fun reading other people's life stories, whether fact or fiction, Reign found himself gravitating towards a section where there were a few completed works. One of the tale he decided to pick and read was about Ysverai, one of the last great high dragons. Truth be told, he'd always been a tad bit curious about these ancient dragons, what was it about them that strike fear in the Olympians.
So he sat down and read through them, realising just what a misconception the Olympians had painted about these ancient dragons. He was quite sure that not all dragons were bad. The same applied to vampires like himself. Humans too. But it was the quotation at the bottom that caught Reign's attention which made him pause. ]
What if that's what they've been planning all these while? If the dragon heart stops, then there will surely be chaos!
[ His exclamation probably came out louder than intended in the otherwise quiet library. ]
b. that's not fyrra [ Now that Reign had his fun of the Khalo Village, he travelled towards the area where fyrra was planted. Maybe he could get a few samples in exchange for helping the local Khali in harvesting them. If his research prove beneficial, he could probably use them as ingredients in his future perfumes.
With the more humid weather in Khalo, Reign had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves to pick the fyrra. It also meant that he was more susceptible to accidentally brushing against other types of plants. Unfortunately, that would be the rougeshade.
Only when he returned back to the village did Reign realise how itchy his hands and arms were, with red patches and marks from scratching. A little help here would be appreciated. Otherwise, Reign may very well scratch his skin off, which wouldn't be pretty. ]
c. have a smoke (possible nsfw | pref for m/m if smut) [ After the entire fiasco with the roughshade, Reign was ready to just lie down and relax. That encounter hadn't been pretty. So he headed for the smoking lounge, splaying his entire body across one of the couch decked with cushy pillows, his jacket gone and the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.
When one of the Khali offered him a smoking pipe, pointing out that the fyrra was a slightly different kind, Reign instantly sat up straighter and accepted it. There was a bit of hesitance before giving it a try, because his initial attempt gave him a coughing fit. Thankfully this one was milder and sweeter, easier on the lungs. The effect was quite instant as Reign settled back down and leaned towards the closest person, a lazy smile on his lips. ]
Have you tried these? They're really gooooood~
wildcard. [ Reign can be found elsewhere watching Skyball, riding on one of the giant tree guardians, exploring the Taming Fields and the wild beasts, or taking a night dip at the Cresent. Poke me at miershyk if you wanna plot something else. Smut kinklist is here. ]
reign fear | blood bank | ota
[ While it had been fun reading other people's life stories, whether fact or fiction, Reign found himself gravitating towards a section where there were a few completed works. One of the tale he decided to pick and read was about Ysverai, one of the last great high dragons. Truth be told, he'd always been a tad bit curious about these ancient dragons, what was it about them that strike fear in the Olympians.
So he sat down and read through them, realising just what a misconception the Olympians had painted about these ancient dragons. He was quite sure that not all dragons were bad. The same applied to vampires like himself. Humans too. But it was the quotation at the bottom that caught Reign's attention which made him pause. ]
What if that's what they've been planning all these while? If the dragon heart stops, then there will surely be chaos!
[ His exclamation probably came out louder than intended in the otherwise quiet library. ]
b. that's not fyrra
[ Now that Reign had his fun of the Khalo Village, he travelled towards the area where fyrra was planted. Maybe he could get a few samples in exchange for helping the local Khali in harvesting them. If his research prove beneficial, he could probably use them as ingredients in his future perfumes.
With the more humid weather in Khalo, Reign had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves to pick the fyrra. It also meant that he was more susceptible to accidentally brushing against other types of plants. Unfortunately, that would be the rougeshade.
Only when he returned back to the village did Reign realise how itchy his hands and arms were, with red patches and marks from scratching. A little help here would be appreciated. Otherwise, Reign may very well scratch his skin off, which wouldn't be pretty. ]
c. have a smoke (possible nsfw | pref for m/m if smut)
[ After the entire fiasco with the roughshade, Reign was ready to just lie down and relax. That encounter hadn't been pretty. So he headed for the smoking lounge, splaying his entire body across one of the couch decked with cushy pillows, his jacket gone and the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.
When one of the Khali offered him a smoking pipe, pointing out that the fyrra was a slightly different kind, Reign instantly sat up straighter and accepted it. There was a bit of hesitance before giving it a try, because his initial attempt gave him a coughing fit. Thankfully this one was milder and sweeter, easier on the lungs. The effect was quite instant as Reign settled back down and leaned towards the closest person, a lazy smile on his lips. ]
Have you tried these? They're really gooooood~
wildcard.
[ Reign can be found elsewhere watching Skyball, riding on one of the giant tree guardians, exploring the Taming Fields and the wild beasts, or taking a night dip at the Cresent. Poke me at