i'm in the mood for a dark fantasy rp. (group RP. open to all, OCs and fandom stuff welcomed. you could even rp as yourself. stalkers welcome, if you just want to watch.)

(I’m glad you have size measurements, because it’s helping me. I keep getting this thought that Ghar is around 3,000 feet long, but he’s short and stocky, so he stand maybe a 1,000-1,250 feet tall. Still not sure about wingspan though, but it’s up there. Yes, Ghar is massive, though his father isn’t much smaller)

Ghar whirled around, nearly biting Ashene, but stopped himself when he realized who it was. He warbled a bit, only slightly agitated by her playful shake.

I see. You remind me of mine sister. His mental voice is much, much deeper than that of his true form, and seems to constantly growl despite his light tone.

Oni strolled into the village, whistling to himself. He looked around, wondering if there was even anyone in the village at all.

(Lol!)

Ghar snorted at her laugh.

She is of similar size to you, possibly smaller. Unfortunately, we rarely see eye to eye, same with mine brother.

He huffed at her nudge, staying near the walls of the volcano and watching Ashene. He then paused at one point to scratch his horns against the wall, rubbing small trenches in the sides.

(Lol. That’s cool. Drāckonians, such as Luci and Ghar, cannot speak while they’re dragons. They can only use sounds and expressions, unless they use magic to telepathically link with another, which is a rare occurrence for them)

Ghar gives off a warbling snort.

Mine race is threatened by extinction. Only one tribe remains, mine family, and any direct relatives of our race are incapable of breeding. ‘Tis a sorrowful situation, one that I suspect will bring the end of our race if we cannot change our ways

Ghar thoughtfully watched her swim, appreciating her beauty and their affinity for volcanoes.

Mine race is young compared to many others. A creation of mine father. Before mine birth, he grew ill and, through many hardships, merged with a drāckonian to heal himself. He had ever since been both creator and a royal of drāckonians.

Oni wandered into a tavern, surprised by the absence of people. He then shrugged, walked behind the bar, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He whistled the entire time.

(Hmm… a definite twist)

Ghar’Teus turned to her, his eyes mournful.

We are dying, not nearly dead. As I said, ‘tis caused by our breeding limitations. However, there were more tribes before, eight of them. A great war happened between the tribes, and Father was forced to destroy one to stop the war. After, Father died and the effects destroyed all except our tribe.

He gazed inquisitively at Ashene a moment.

Why do you ask me of this?

Ghar’Teus watched her cautiously, surprised by her words.

Tribe Aethon. They were always warmongers, yet… I never realized how bloodthirsty they were. That must be why Father destroyed them. If he had not, then they would have slaughtered the other tribes and become a plague upon other realms.

Ghar’Teus sighed and swam upward, grabbing the rim of the volcano to hold himself up. He let the lava slide off of him before dipping the tip of his opened mouth into the lava. Blood and lava drained from his mouth and his eyes closed.

He lost track of time. He remained aware of Ashene, but he otherwise barely paid attention.

Ghar’Teus’ mouth snapped shut and his eyes opened. Tribe Aethon, alive? How could it be possible?

I know not how that could be. Father destroyed the bloodline, the entire bloodline. Not even strangelings, our name for half-breeds, of Aethon blood survived.

He lifted his head, looking around cautiously. He saw no other dragons. Then, he slid back underneath the lava, looking at the shaken Ashene.

You need not fear me. I admit, mine abilities are similar to Aethon, for they had fire elemental sorcery, yet I am no Aethon member. I am mine mother’s son. Her bloodline, that of Morpheus, is why I am as I am.

On’nyosh sighed.

“Well, even though I’m bored, a quiet moment is always appreciated,”he commented to himself.

Leaning on the bar, he casually sipped on his whiskey.

Ghar’Teus gave off a warbling rumble, troubled by the news. He remembered the war, though he had not been directly involved. And he remembered the tales of Lucitius’ past, of the tragedies done to him by the Aethon tribe. If Aethon lived, then war approached once more.

I hope, for all our sakes, that you are wrong. Nothing good will come of their return. And I am not bound in any way to speak to mine father, that is not how our society works. Yes, if I can find a way to contact him, I will warn him of the danger, yet I will not mention you. I have no reason to.

On’nyosh noted the approach of the mechanical being, then snorted in amusement.

“Sure!”

He poured a glass of whiskey and set it down in front of Techna. He then sat down opposite Techna, happy to have a drinking buddy.

(I edited my last post to include a reply to @thetrue1’s post. I’m saying this in case it wasn’t obvious)

(Thumbs-up. And it’s a 50/50 shot that’ll work, at least, in the intended fashion, lol)

(On’nyosh: Not right now, dear. Another time maybe. Gently snatches Cass by the arm and pulls her away, disappearing somewhere)

Ghar’Teus nodded in reply.

I doubt you are Aethon, yet ‘tis occasionally tricky to tell. No, Aethon might be the primary warmongers, yet they are more complex than that. They are like fire, hot and stubborn, yet passionate and loyal. They are warmongers because they cannot control their fury.

Ghar’Teus rolled underneath Ashene, his eyes closing breifly as he savored the sensation of the lava moving around him.

On’nyosh watched the whole thing in amazement. He set his now empty first glass down, picking up the second one.

“And I thought I was an alcoholic,”he quipped.

( @BalanceEternal, the owner of the rp was one of the two that I mentioned to you. Both of them were in here. Most likely this is still open for anyone. Though, now I’m a bit lost because everything that had been going on is now officially interrupted by the loss of the two)