A rude awakening Kaylin was not one of nature's early risers, so she was probably one of the last ones out the door. She was till yawning and wondering where everyone was when she saw the statuary and stopped dead. The spell effect keeping them from successfully swearing had to work overtime as she saw the statues. Fury filled her and was visible on her face and audible in her voice as her words were rendered into random angry babble. Without thinking about it, her hand went to the tattoo on her face and she mentally reached out for the first True Name she had ever learned.
Of course neither did anything but tick her off that she'd reached for him at all. Even if it was in anger. She forced her hand down. She never could reach her Namebound in places like this, but it ticked her off that she tried calling him first of all of them. Ocean wall it when she got home she was going to have a serious talk with the Cohort and if Mandorian still wanted to give her his Name, she was going to argue for it. If anyone could reach her in place like this, it would be him and Terrano.
Hope, the small dragon on her shoulder gave a hissing sound that sounded like a laugh.
"Shut up, I can still strangle you," she muttered to it.
But it helped calm her down some. Enough to realize that these couldn't be Nightshade's statues. Because he said he had needed to use the power of his Castle to do it. Then again lying to say he couldn't do something so he could do it later was very Barrani.
Shaking her head she started to walk through the statues, but stopped dead when she saw one she recognized. "What the actual happinesses?!" she asked as she rushed towards the winged statue. A man, taller than her - not that that was hard at all. Dark skin, grey eyes, long feathery wings at his back, wearing a less wrinkled version of her tabard, one adapted for his wings. His shirt under it was short sleeved, his pants and shirt both neat. His weapons' belt was similar to hers, but he also had a glinting helm and carried a polearm.
"Clint?! What the actual happinesses, how the..." She looked at the dragon thing on her shoulder. "Don't you dare bite him! He's not a dagger!"
The Barrani There were a number of statues out there for Kaylin that looked very nearly identical. They were all of the same height - with one exception. The same slender lean build, that same one exception also being slightly broader. They all had the same fair skin, the same elegantly pointed ears. The same long hair that fell in a perfect cape of raven black. With a different exception, as one of them was blond. They all were somewhat androgynous except where clothing made gender clear. And really the only differences between most of them were in their clothing, their eye colour, and their expressions. One knot of statues had expressions, the rest of them didn't.
Feel free to encounter Kaylin as she came up to any of the following:
1 - The one with blond hair and eyes so sharp an ice blue they looked as though they could cut. She wore a long fine gown with embroidery, and an elegant sword on her hip. No expression, unless you counted her uplifted chin. "Blue... of course," Kaylin muttered.
2 - There was another one in long red and orange robes that hinted at the shape of fire. This one wore a tiara with a large red stone in it, and the eyes were a darker blue than the last, though the blue was just as hard. The face had a slight expression of disdain. Kaylin's face was clearly disgusted. Wasn't being stuck here bad enough without having to see him here?
3 - Another one in robes of green with a green cape almost hidden under his hair. He had a faint smile, and was holding a sword with one hand and had an eagle on his other arm. His eyes were a shining emerald. Kaylin actual smiled seeing him, though she did glance down at herself first in a panic like she expected herself to have magically changed somehow.
4 - One was in blue and grey robes, a sheathed sword on one hip, his blue eyes cool, his gaze even and aimed at the exact correct angle to have made eye contact with someone of Kaylin's height. She shuddered and without realizing it, she had cupped the tattoo on her cheek.
5 - There was one in a uniform that matched hers, he was leaning on a tall stick, his face actually showing a toothy smile, that smile showing that one of his teeth was actually chipped. The only imperfection on any of them. His eyes were blue green. Kaylin shook her head a bit. "You're a pain in the horse, you know that?" she told him.
6 - Then... there was a group of twelve of them. Two of them stood to either end like they were guarding the others. One also wore the same uniform as Kaylin and carried a tall stick, her face was expressionless, but her eyes were green and glancing back at the group behind her. The other bookend was in a regal looking gown, her eyes a chilly blue, her expression haughty. A sword was in her hand and her shoulders were back. She dripped with jewelry but looked ready to go to war, gown and all.
Between them were the only statues of Barrani so far that were sitting. The ten of them practically on top of each other. One of them was reading a book, eyes green. Another with green eyes was looking over the shoulder of that one, his hair mingling with hers. Two behind the one with the sword had their heads together and expressions that clearly meant mischief. The one who was slightly larger than the others had a hand on each of those two's shoulders, as if restraining them. He looked exasperated.
One of them had his arm around two of the others but was looking across the grass to where the statue in the blue robes was, or had been. The rest were all just mixed in with the group, eyes uniformly green, faces with open expressions of joy like you might see on children.
The Leontines
There were also people who looked like upright cats, in one grouping there were several sitting on the floor almost piled on each other, they were so close to each other, with three smaller ones clearly caught mid tumble. They all had golden eyes. Most of them had grey and or brown fur, though the one clearly most focused on the kittens had a russet tinge to her fur. One of the grey ones was kind of ratty looking, her fur every which way. Sitting next to her, one of the others had her fur immaculate. Of the five one was at the furthest edge, a hand protectively on the shoulders of the ratty one and the red furred one, but she was looking over their heads at one that was facing them, one of her ears twitched to the side as she smiled a fiercely protective smile.
The one who was facing them was broader than the others, his fur neat but not perfectly so. He wore a uniform like Kaylin's, though his ranking markers were different and he didn't have daggers on his belt. He was staring at the group of others with an expression almost as fierce as the expression aimed at him.
Then away from the rest was another Leontine woman, she too had red fur. She was holding a small infant Leontine, and two human kids stood beside her, holding onto her robes. One was a little boy, maybe 10 or 11 years old with the expression of a Kid who knows he did wrong but is hoping no one noticed. The other is a little girl about a year older than him with wild red hair fraying out of her braid every which way, one hand holding the cat woman's robe, the other curled as though she could convince her hand to grow claws just by willing it, her expression intent. Both children and the baby wore neat well mended well cared clothing of undyed grey linen.
Human and human looking people
A - There was a man who looked about five years older than Kaylin, his short hair brownish red. His face was scarred as though he'd been in many fights that he just barely survived. He wore a less wrinkled version of Kaylin's uniform, and around his waist like a decoration was a fine chain looped multiple times, the ends vanishing into a sheath on either hip.
B - Then there was the woman who even in her living form had been called statuesque. Kaylin's face wrinkled with disgust as soon as she saw her. The woman had red hair piled up artfully atop her head, and violet eyes. She wore a low cut dress with a slit up to nearly the hip on one side. Her expression oozed false charm. "Ugh, anyone know how to kick over a statue?" Kaylin asked whoever was near.
C - There was a woman who despite having no wings at all looked birdlike in her build and her face. She was in the same uniform as Kaylin, though hers was pin neat and looked pressed. She had a warm smile on her face and looked like she was about to ask if you were eating enough dear.
D - There was an older woman, looking to be in her 50s maybe, possibly a little older, her brown hair back in a bun. She had a motherly expression and she was holding a tray with tea and snacks.
E - An even older looking woman with silver hair in a braid down her back, carrying a basket on one arm and a kind face.
F - A man who looked ancient, bent into a stoop, wearing dusty clothes with a leather apron over them. There were pins stuck into the top of the apron, his thinning hair falling to either side of his head as he had his neck craned to look up at whoever the statue might have been designed to be facing. He looked irritated.
G - A man who looks older without looking ancient. His eyes a lambent gold, his hair and long beard both white. He wore age as if it were a garment he had chosen. His actual garments were fine robes.
H - A man who looked much like the last, though even older. His expression was pinched, his eyes a deep orange. His expression made it clear that even though he was a statue... you were clearly wasting his time. And he didn't appreciate it.
I - A man who looked to be in his 20s or 30s. Neat as a pin version of Kaylin's uniform, with higher rank markings and a sneer on his face like everyone was beneath him.
Tha'alani
There was a woman who would have looked human if not for the stalks coming out of her forehead, over her honey brown hair. She had a warm expression, her amber eyes gently, and her arms open as if for a hug. Her robes were sleeveless cream, and her feet were bare.
Dragons There was a large golden dragon, scales shining, wings folded against his back, his eyes a pale gold. Standing beside him was a small girl who would have looked human except for the fact that she had ash grey wings and that her eyes looked like they were carved out of white marble. She was in what looked like smudged gardening clothes. The dragon's neck was arched slightly, as if ready to protectively shelter the small girl. The girl was about Kaylin's height despite looking 13 at oldest, and the Dragon, even compact as he made himself, towered over them both.
Not too terribly far away was another dragon, and the differences between the two mostly came down to pose and seeming temperament. This dragon's muscles were bunched in her hind quarters like she was about to either rear back or take off. Her wings were spread wide and her eyes were a dark orange bordering on red. On her back was a man that would have dwarfed everyone in Auradon had he been standing on the ground.
And then there was the third dragon. He was facing the second gold dragon. This one had black scales and eyes so red they looked like molten lava. His claws and bared fangs glittered ominously and he was in the middle of breathing out what one would assume should be fire, and it was... if fire was a black smokey thing that still managed to glow.
Aerians Aside from the man at the top of the post, there was also a woman, in her 40s or so, her wings were speckled and pulled in close to her back. She wore a similar uniform to Kaylin's, though hers was neat. She held a small bottle of pills in one hand and a glass of liquid in the other. Her eyes were grey blue, and she had a very no-nonsense sense about her.
There was a man, also in his 40s or so, his grey wings spread wide. He was in a more formal version of Kaylin's uniform and was impeccably turned out. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked like he was about to hear a student's excuse for why they were running in the halls this time, his blue eyes narrowed from a weathered face.
((OOC note: I think... I hit all the important ones? Maybe. Considered Gilbert and Kattea... but... we'll see. Pick whoever you want to start with, just let me know, then we can jump around a the thread progresses.))
Kaylin Neya | Elantra | CW: violence, racism, murder mentions, abuse....
A rude awakening
Kaylin was not one of nature's early risers, so she was probably one of the last ones out the door. She was till yawning and wondering where everyone was when she saw the statuary and stopped dead. The spell effect keeping them from successfully swearing had to work overtime as she saw the statues. Fury filled her and was visible on her face and audible in her voice as her words were rendered into random angry babble. Without thinking about it, her hand went to the tattoo on her face and she mentally reached out for the first True Name she had ever learned.
Of course neither did anything but tick her off that she'd reached for him at all. Even if it was in anger. She forced her hand down. She never could reach her Namebound in places like this, but it ticked her off that she tried calling him first of all of them. Ocean wall it when she got home she was going to have a serious talk with the Cohort and if Mandorian still wanted to give her his Name, she was going to argue for it. If anyone could reach her in place like this, it would be him and Terrano.
Hope, the small dragon on her shoulder gave a hissing sound that sounded like a laugh.
"Shut up, I can still strangle you," she muttered to it.
But it helped calm her down some. Enough to realize that these couldn't be Nightshade's statues. Because he said he had needed to use the power of his Castle to do it. Then again lying to say he couldn't do something so he could do it later was very Barrani.
Shaking her head she started to walk through the statues, but stopped dead when she saw one she recognized. "What the actual happinesses?!" she asked as she rushed towards the winged statue. A man, taller than her - not that that was hard at all. Dark skin, grey eyes, long feathery wings at his back, wearing a less wrinkled version of her tabard, one adapted for his wings. His shirt under it was short sleeved, his pants and shirt both neat. His weapons' belt was similar to hers, but he also had a glinting helm and carried a polearm.
"Clint?! What the actual happinesses, how the..." She looked at the dragon thing on her shoulder. "Don't you dare bite him! He's not a dagger!"
The Barrani
There were a number of statues out there for Kaylin that looked very nearly identical. They were all of the same height - with one exception. The same slender lean build, that same one exception also being slightly broader. They all had the same fair skin, the same elegantly pointed ears. The same long hair that fell in a perfect cape of raven black. With a different exception, as one of them was blond. They all were somewhat androgynous except where clothing made gender clear. And really the only differences between most of them were in their clothing, their eye colour, and their expressions. One knot of statues had expressions, the rest of them didn't.
Feel free to encounter Kaylin as she came up to any of the following:
1 - The one with blond hair and eyes so sharp an ice blue they looked as though they could cut. She wore a long fine gown with embroidery, and an elegant sword on her hip. No expression, unless you counted her uplifted chin. "Blue... of course," Kaylin muttered.
2 - There was another one in long red and orange robes that hinted at the shape of fire. This one wore a tiara with a large red stone in it, and the eyes were a darker blue than the last, though the blue was just as hard. The face had a slight expression of disdain. Kaylin's face was clearly disgusted. Wasn't being stuck here bad enough without having to see him here?
3 - Another one in robes of green with a green cape almost hidden under his hair. He had a faint smile, and was holding a sword with one hand and had an eagle on his other arm. His eyes were a shining emerald. Kaylin actual smiled seeing him, though she did glance down at herself first in a panic like she expected herself to have magically changed somehow.
4 - One was in blue and grey robes, a sheathed sword on one hip, his blue eyes cool, his gaze even and aimed at the exact correct angle to have made eye contact with someone of Kaylin's height. She shuddered and without realizing it, she had cupped the tattoo on her cheek.
5 - There was one in a uniform that matched hers, he was leaning on a tall stick, his face actually showing a toothy smile, that smile showing that one of his teeth was actually chipped. The only imperfection on any of them. His eyes were blue green. Kaylin shook her head a bit. "You're a pain in the horse, you know that?" she told him.
6 - Then... there was a group of twelve of them. Two of them stood to either end like they were guarding the others. One also wore the same uniform as Kaylin and carried a tall stick, her face was expressionless, but her eyes were green and glancing back at the group behind her. The other bookend was in a regal looking gown, her eyes a chilly blue, her expression haughty. A sword was in her hand and her shoulders were back. She dripped with jewelry but looked ready to go to war, gown and all.
Between them were the only statues of Barrani so far that were sitting. The ten of them practically on top of each other. One of them was reading a book, eyes green. Another with green eyes was looking over the shoulder of that one, his hair mingling with hers. Two behind the one with the sword had their heads together and expressions that clearly meant mischief. The one who was slightly larger than the others had a hand on each of those two's shoulders, as if restraining them. He looked exasperated.
One of them had his arm around two of the others but was looking across the grass to where the statue in the blue robes was, or had been. The rest were all just mixed in with the group, eyes uniformly green, faces with open expressions of joy like you might see on children.
The Leontines
There were also people who looked like upright cats, in one grouping there were several sitting on the floor almost piled on each other, they were so close to each other, with three smaller ones clearly caught mid tumble. They all had golden eyes. Most of them had grey and or brown fur, though the one clearly most focused on the kittens had a russet tinge to her fur. One of the grey ones was kind of ratty looking, her fur every which way. Sitting next to her, one of the others had her fur immaculate. Of the five one was at the furthest edge, a hand protectively on the shoulders of the ratty one and the red furred one, but she was looking over their heads at one that was facing them, one of her ears twitched to the side as she smiled a fiercely protective smile.
The one who was facing them was broader than the others, his fur neat but not perfectly so. He wore a uniform like Kaylin's, though his ranking markers were different and he didn't have daggers on his belt. He was staring at the group of others with an expression almost as fierce as the expression aimed at him.
Then away from the rest was another Leontine woman, she too had red fur. She was holding a small infant Leontine, and two human kids stood beside her, holding onto her robes. One was a little boy, maybe 10 or 11 years old with the expression of a Kid who knows he did wrong but is hoping no one noticed. The other is a little girl about a year older than him with wild red hair fraying out of her braid every which way, one hand holding the cat woman's robe, the other curled as though she could convince her hand to grow claws just by willing it, her expression intent. Both children and the baby wore neat well mended well cared clothing of undyed grey linen.
Human and human looking people
A - There was a man who looked about five years older than Kaylin, his short hair brownish red. His face was scarred as though he'd been in many fights that he just barely survived. He wore a less wrinkled version of Kaylin's uniform, and around his waist like a decoration was a fine chain looped multiple times, the ends vanishing into a sheath on either hip.
B - Then there was the woman who even in her living form had been called statuesque. Kaylin's face wrinkled with disgust as soon as she saw her. The woman had red hair piled up artfully atop her head, and violet eyes. She wore a low cut dress with a slit up to nearly the hip on one side. Her expression oozed false charm. "Ugh, anyone know how to kick over a statue?" Kaylin asked whoever was near.
C - There was a woman who despite having no wings at all looked birdlike in her build and her face. She was in the same uniform as Kaylin, though hers was pin neat and looked pressed. She had a warm smile on her face and looked like she was about to ask if you were eating enough dear.
D - There was an older woman, looking to be in her 50s maybe, possibly a little older, her brown hair back in a bun. She had a motherly expression and she was holding a tray with tea and snacks.
E - An even older looking woman with silver hair in a braid down her back, carrying a basket on one arm and a kind face.
F - A man who looked ancient, bent into a stoop, wearing dusty clothes with a leather apron over them. There were pins stuck into the top of the apron, his thinning hair falling to either side of his head as he had his neck craned to look up at whoever the statue might have been designed to be facing. He looked irritated.
G - A man who looks older without looking ancient. His eyes a lambent gold, his hair and long beard both white. He wore age as if it were a garment he had chosen. His actual garments were fine robes.
H - A man who looked much like the last, though even older. His expression was pinched, his eyes a deep orange. His expression made it clear that even though he was a statue... you were clearly wasting his time. And he didn't appreciate it.
I - A man who looked to be in his 20s or 30s. Neat as a pin version of Kaylin's uniform, with higher rank markings and a sneer on his face like everyone was beneath him.
Tha'alani
There was a woman who would have looked human if not for the stalks coming out of her forehead, over her honey brown hair. She had a warm expression, her amber eyes gently, and her arms open as if for a hug. Her robes were sleeveless cream, and her feet were bare.
Dragons
There was a large golden dragon, scales shining, wings folded against his back, his eyes a pale gold. Standing beside him was a small girl who would have looked human except for the fact that she had ash grey wings and that her eyes looked like they were carved out of white marble. She was in what looked like smudged gardening clothes. The dragon's neck was arched slightly, as if ready to protectively shelter the small girl. The girl was about Kaylin's height despite looking 13 at oldest, and the Dragon, even compact as he made himself, towered over them both.
Not too terribly far away was another dragon, and the differences between the two mostly came down to pose and seeming temperament. This dragon's muscles were bunched in her hind quarters like she was about to either rear back or take off. Her wings were spread wide and her eyes were a dark orange bordering on red. On her back was a man that would have dwarfed everyone in Auradon had he been standing on the ground.
And then there was the third dragon. He was facing the second gold dragon. This one had black scales and eyes so red they looked like molten lava. His claws and bared fangs glittered ominously and he was in the middle of breathing out what one would assume should be fire, and it was... if fire was a black smokey thing that still managed to glow.
Aerians
Aside from the man at the top of the post, there was also a woman, in her 40s or so, her wings were speckled and pulled in close to her back. She wore a similar uniform to Kaylin's, though hers was neat. She held a small bottle of pills in one hand and a glass of liquid in the other. Her eyes were grey blue, and she had a very no-nonsense sense about her.
There was a man, also in his 40s or so, his grey wings spread wide. He was in a more formal version of Kaylin's uniform and was impeccably turned out. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked like he was about to hear a student's excuse for why they were running in the halls this time, his blue eyes narrowed from a weathered face.
((OOC note: I think... I hit all the important ones? Maybe. Considered Gilbert and Kattea... but... we'll see. Pick whoever you want to start with, just let me know, then we can jump around a the thread progresses.))