[october catch-all. closed]

[freeing]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Plotted CR
When: During the month
Where: All over Aefenglom and in the Wilde
What: Plotted threads for the month + Quests. Top-levels will be labeled with Quests or for specific CR.
Warnings: Nothing ATM.





*Note: If we have not plotted or threaded before and you'd like CR with Dany, please feel free to PM me and we can plan something!

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QUEST: Habitat for Refugees

[freeing]

[ This place was not their home. Not for the Mirrorbound. However, it could be theirs. The ones brought back from Dorcharcht and given a semblence of what freedom could be. Daenerys is happy to assist where she can. To help direct and organize relief efforts. Stay to organize food distribution and direct incoming monsters to proper medical providers to help them heal their physical and mental wounds.

She keeps herself busy, keeps herself in good spirits to help deal with her own anger over the situation – it was a step in the right direction, wasn't it? However, her task had been more therapeutic today. A paint bucket rests at her feet, a brush in her hand and a flick of her wrist help add a personal touch to the newly acquired housing for the monsters. Red doors – for the four small abodes to the left and two to the right of her, they were all painted with red doors. It started with an idea, a simple bit of introspection of her wishing for some to find this place more settling.

She recalls back to where she grew up, a red door giving her a place where the world wouldn't. Perhaps that was the last time things were so simple.

a. Daenerys hums to herself, lost in her trance – her jacket shrugged off and her bare scales visible on her shoulders and neck for the first time since they left for Dorcharcht and returned. Weaved silver-gold braids were pulled back and her arms and face were peppered with random blots of red paint.

b. With one door left to finish, she steps back – her ankle hitting the paint bucket and knocking the last bit of her red to the ground. She scrambles, hands setting the bucket up-right and a pained No, no, no, damn it! slipped out very loudly.

Feel free to bother her! ]

A

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya adjusts the basket in his arms as he passes, slowing down to admire Daenerys' handiwork.]

Hey, that's a nice color. [Yuya stops and smiles at Daenerys and her handiwork--wearily, but the happiness is genuine to be out of Dorchacht and able to give these people a better future.

[freeing]

[ She had been lost in thought, lost in her own world. Of days where red would not equal blood to many, but hope as she saw it. When she thinks of the vividness of the red paint, she sees a future worthy of pursuing. One of safety, security, where everyone has a place in this world — no matter how small.

Her head turns and she gives a small meek smile. ]

It is not too much, is it?

[hippocarnival]

Not at all! But... I might be a little biased. [He tugs at some of the bright red strands of his hair--scrambling to not drop the basket right after. He's aware how much it sticks out, but odd colorations aside he's always preferred bright, vivid hues.] Is that your favorite color?

[freeing]

[ That earns a bit of a smirk on her face instead. ]

A little? [ She seems in better spirits, clearly. The once guarded girl found even a blip of peace in the efforts they did here today. What they did back in the foggy city with chained children. ]

I'm not quite sure. My family wore it, centuries of Targaryens waving it proudly. I suppose I should favor it, but it reminds me of home.

[ Perhaps one of the few places she found safety in. A childhood long lost. ]

b

[fulgency]

[There's only a brief window in which she takes her step back and her ankle hits the bucket for Ozymandias to warn her. A far too brief window, because he is not even able to take more than a half-step in her direction before the paint splatters and the queen is quick to set the bucket back upright with a loud curse. Perhaps if she had not managed to get so much paint on her person prior to the accident or if she had not sworn quite so loudly and scrambled so quickly to correct her mistake, Ozymandias might not have found it quite as comical. But it is what it is and he cannot help but take in the sight of her and laugh. Only a small sound escapes him before he covers his mouth and shakes with his silent laughter.]

[Removing the hand from his mouth, he holds it up, waving it and shaking his head.]

Sorry, [he says, trying to stop his laughter by clearing his throat. There's still a few traces of laughter in his voice as he approaches.] Shall I fetch you more paint? Or do you still have enough to finish?

[freeing]

[ It was comical mainly because Daenerys is so proper and rarely calculated. Guarded. Some would view her as a walking goddess while others a Queen that keeps herself composed for her people. Many forget she is a young girl (an ambitious one at that) who makes mistakes like any human. Her panic was almost unseen, as if she was no Queen but merely a girl frantic to fix something.

Her eyes shoot up and her defense sparks up a bit. It's a flame that is unable to be put out, even with her embarrassment. With her hands red and the bucket upright, she stands and tries not to snap – her anger something she's noticeably had to control at times since she arrived here. Poor girl. ]

I... believe I will have enough, ser. [ Almost through clenched teeth – restrained and still keen on speaking properly to those who address her. ] It would be rude of me to go demand more for something as unimportant as paint.

[ Important to her, she notes, but it was only a door color. ]

Does my misery please you?

[ Okay, she had to be dramatic and guilt him a tiny bit – spinning on her heels to face the almost finished door. ]

[fulgency]

Misery? [He chuckles lightly, clearly not feeling too much guilt over his laughter.] I would not think a bit of -- as you say -- 'unimportant' paint spilling capable of wounding you so gravely.

But if true misery is a queen covering herself head-to-toe in red paint as she seeks to provide something for a people who have nothing, toiling in this uncomfortable cold so that they might soon know warmth... [Ozymandias looks about for a moment before stepping away briefly to grab a nearby rag.] ...Then yes.

[He gently takes one of her wrists -- careful not to get any paint on himself in doing so -- and begins cleaning off some of the fresh paint on her hand from moving the bucket back upright. Ozymandias' gaze moves from her hand back to her face.]

It pleases me greatly. [His lips curve into a grin.] Though, I would ask you to mind your language in the future. There are children around.

[freeing]

[ Feel guilt, you beautiful king of kings. >:[!!!

Either way, she plays it off defensively, almost like a child who spills their milk. It was a more emotional reaction, but she listens to his words recover the tension that was all poking fun at her misfortune (not misery) – her eyes peer over her shoulders back to him. ]

They say misery loves company, then.

[ She was going somewhere with this – but he encroaches upon her too quickly for her words to reflect a wit learned strongly through her interactions with her Hand. Touches her and he can feel her tense. Her fingers curl into a defensive knot but the air finally escapes her lungs into a sigh in the split second she realizes he touches her not out of disrespect or his own selfish thought.

It was a gesture – one that still was appreciated with each cleaning stroke he gives. ]

A king would be careful not to sully his hands or he would look the fool too. [ She does look off towards the children far off, playing and truly getting comfortable with the freedom they've been given now. ] Thank you. I'll mind my manners if only for them.

[ The tension subsides greatly, an honest glance given to him. ]

Have you heard of how the Coven feels about our influx of guests here?

QUEST: Lights Between the Trees | Full Moon

[freeing]

[ Over the past 2 days, Daenerys Targaryen has gone missing. Whether her close relationships or her newly acquired friends have been on a hunt for her – in her stead, many had also reported seeing a silver dragon soaring over the city and out into the Wilde. It's figure seemed sizeable, but not of legend. Around the size of an elephant – wings spreading and doubling its encroaching form.

Over these two days, as more people venture out the Wilde, they'll find traces of the dragon during the full moon. Broken trees, large animal carcasses, clearings of fire scorched earth, and finally, the roar of a dragon all easily able to pinpoint to the new dragon roaming these parts.

a. Where pockets of lights shimmer brightest between trees, you'll find the dragon curled and sleeping soundly. Her scales shimmer in an aquamarine glint, nostrils flaring embers of blue fire. Approach if you dare.

b. During the day, Daenerys felt a hunger that was unable to be sated. A poor deer was the victim of a hunt – trees snapping with the force of Daenerys' wings as they sprawl outwards to slice the air. A sudden rip of blue dragon's fire scorches the path in front of her and with a thunderous boom, she lands – right onto the burning and charring deer. Her snout red with blood, teeth tugging and chewing at crisped meat. Perhaps you saw the hunt or are hiding from the feral dragon, either way she be eatin' good.

c. Cwyldtid were not to be underestimated. Through the weaving forest, through the parade of mysterious lights – the darkness still has its way. They hunt you, the Cwyldtid notoriously devoted in their pursuit. Mid-chase, a sudden roar breaks the sound of a thumping heart or labored breath – and soon, a blast of blue fire scorches behind you. A gust of wind and thud of impact to the ground is the only warning you have to the dragon who – kind of saved your life? The Cwyldtid cries an inhumane noise as it shrivels into a charred corpse. But... which was worse? The Cwyldtid or the white dragon staring you down?

In the above prompts, some might recognize one thing about this dragon – horns weave down the side of its head in a similar fashion to Daenerys' braids... Hm. ]

b!!!!!!

[usurpers]

[ no one is gone, nor are they in danger, if they're simply roaming— he gets that from the mapping scent she leaves in the air with the wind that carries her (and interest to pursue only escalates the greater the spheres in the sky). on the full moon's second day, eren cannot hold back the necessity to shift under the sisters. his bones crack, his skin is torn to make room for the new body, and new scales cover any flesh that's horrendously raw. painful, but perhaps not much to a man who frequently makes losing his limbs a habit.

aggression is easy to reach in this state, but the calm of a witch bond soothes any outbursts unless his territory, his dens and his hoards are threatened. the taste of scorched carcass invades eren's maw when his forked blue tongue tickles the air he glides through, high upon the winds of the wilde— so was the taste of feral pheromones and one daenerys targaryen down below, feasting on crisp prey. he has no interest in taking her catch, but he does make his presence known more than a shift of scents in the air.

a black dragon, wyvernish in shape and rivaling her size, dotted with iridescent scales of orange and scarlet shrieks above in warning. he'd like to land— but doesn't ask permission to. he was of social behavior, but dominant with what he wills, and does not wait for her answer to begin clipping the tops of trees to make way for his landing. ]

rawr

[freeing]

[ Freedom. The skies have no boundaries. The clouds do not keep her caged. There's barely a strand of Daenerys Targaryen in her mind and for now, all that calls her is the wilds. The girl had gone missing a day prior – out of her bed and into the Wilde as if something was calling her. It was not home, she knows this. Gods, if she longed for home she would only thing of an Iron Throne with a thousand swords melded into it – but this? Something different urges her to roam almost in a trance. It times perfectly with her shift, how she becomes the dragon she truly knew her House to be.

Blood was in the air and the sound of Daenerys ripping meat from charring bones, flames sputtering from her nostrils with each bite. The flaps of wings were not loss on her – even before she sensed him she felt another's presence. The snap of branches only allows her wings to furl tighter towards her back – defensive as she lifts her bloody, dripping snout from the almost consumed deer. Gaze was brilliant in a violet sheen, slit pupils focused only on Eren. ]

[usurpers]

[ words wouldn't help in the slightest here, as much as eren was capable— hoarse and guttural, some sounds lost between the exposure of all his teeth and lack of flesh around the cheeks— but words all the same. easier, it was, to slip into instinct like switching languages, and teetering between a threshold that gives him beastly understanding and just enough clarity.

cracks of trunks, moreso the branches and a rumble from the earth signals his arrival. from violet to ice-blue stares unready to break (at least until a shake of his neck and head), the charcoal dragon crawls forward as a bat would, limbs keeping his belly off the floor and dragging a tail behind him that begins to curl with its spiny, colorful tip. it's an assessment, as it was a confident display that he could roam here as freely as she could. get as close as he wanted to with not an ounce of fear or apprehension. her prey? he did not care. this was his land, too.

the sound that comes from his throat is like a steady, constant drum, coupled with the abiding bobs of his head to tell her in greeting: i'm calm if you are. he would not strike or hiss if she did not, but a dragon's rage was like a crack of thunder. when it would come was instantaneous, and eren was not so much one who would expose his jugular and not strike back to preserve himself. rather than continuing forward, eren begins to follow closer to her sides instead of her front, his tongue flicking for blood and where things where in their closure for a wider mental map, especially of her feelings. if he could get close enough to interact with her, and calm her, dragon-to-dragon, every step was worth it. ]

[freeing]

[ It was something that feeds through her – an instinct that was long lost in her world and only revived with her children. The desires and wants of a dragon were simple – freedom. To feast, to breed, to live. The seclusion of the Wilde with the flickering lights mysterious and alluring on its own but – no. It was much more than that to her.

There was a fierceness in her eyes – one that doesn't break from his as her maw lowers and rips into the raw meat in front of her once more. The sound of muscle ripping, bones cracking – and her guttural swallows hurried. There was a huff of fire from her nostrils as her claws dig into the ground, stepping back and head low to indicate that while pleasantries in dragon form were appreciated – she was guarded.

A sudden crack of wind fans towards Eren – wings snapping as if she was some sort of cat hissing out. It was not until the meat was nearly consumed that she allows him to get closer. ]

C

[newtralize]

[Newt had been spending some days observing the lights. His curiosity was quite piqued because the longer he had studied them, the more that they weren't anything like his initial hypothesis. It kept him interested and it made him want to dig deeper into it.

He should had stopped and rested when he felt himself get sloppier with how he traversed the land. A mistake that he was paying by being pursued by the Cwyldtid.

He stumbles a bit when the earth seems to shake underneath his feet and he whips around to look at what had caused the commotion in the first place. He wasn't really expecting a dragon of all things if he were being honest.

But he thinks he could say he preferred the dragon to the Cwyldtid.

He turns his gaze downcast and holds his hand out to the other. He makes sure to stand fairly still and not make extra movement. He doesn't approach her, but makes sure she understands that he'll respectfully let her approach him.] Oh. Hullo there...

[freeing]

[ The ground shifts around under her claws, talons digging into dirt and her wings cracking against shrubs as they close. Daenerys, in her feral state, was careful for the hunt and focused on the Cwyldtid that gives a few final twitches of its body before succumbing to death. The dragon had not seen one of these creatures since arriving, since shifting into this beast.

There's a sense of curiosity, of interest in seeking out the corpse for more information — to learn what kind of beast it was. Newt, sadly, was caught in the middle. Dany's eyes, slit violet and her lizard-like membrane peeling over her pupils were focused solely on him now.

He stand stills and she approaches, head low and wings curled back. She's curious of something else too — Newt's form (human) far too familiar to the beast now. ]

[newtralize]

[OOC: Sorry for the delay! I've been work/abroad for a month and I thought I'd be able to tag and didn't manage to almost at all. It's fairly late, so I'm fine if you decidedly want to drop it!]

[It really could be worse. Newt had been around dragons before. Of course, none of them had attacked him before (though once or twice they may have gotten carried away with playing but that's a whole different matter), but he thinks that things are going pretty fine at the moment if she hasn't attacked him yet. Again, he much prefer her than the Cwyldtid that was attacking him.

He slowly extends one of his arms and holds his hand out to her. Palm up. She could sniff his hand and take her time to acquaint herself with him (and hopefully not eat his hand).] Easy now. [He keeps his gaze downcast, but there's nothing about his body language that would imply he was scared of her.] You helped me out there just now. I appreciate it.

HICCUP

[freeing]

[ You're a Targaryen. You're the Mother of Dragons.
I need to be more than that. I will not let those I have freed slide back into chains.

That name meant nothing here. Daenerys' efforts in Essos and Westeros meant nothing here. Her ability to bring a compromise to Dorchacht was not what she had envisioned — no marching army, no union, no discussions openly of what the choices should be... freedom for all or burn in these ideals. Underwhelmed was not the word to describe her — she was pleased the resistance did enough to help the citizens who needed freedom most.

Yet... she could do more. She knows she can.

There are a few people she intends to check on after such an ordeal, Hiccup is one of them. After asking around, she'll find herself wandering parts she had not before — eyes curious on the environment around her. It takes her a bit to find Hiccup, offering a harsh clearing of her throat to announce her presence. ]

Ser Hiccup?

[thisisamazing]

[Out here past the slums, just barely venturing into sparse woods, the land is uninfected and lovely - though along the path that leads from the city gates to Wilders' Edge, and the perimeter around the grounds, there are the occasional spots of burned foliage where a burgeoning infection was plasma-blasted away. The Edge itself is a cleared patch of grassy land bearing a pair of rustic wooden buildings; the main house, rebuilt from a three-walled, ramshackle structure, resembles a two-storied cabin with a landing balcony sized for a Night Fury, and the forge, some distance across the yard, is built of thick trunks and sheets of tin, with a wide, folding door that is currently raised high to let in more air.

It's pretty impossible to mistake it for anywhere else. Hiccup's Strike Class crest of a curled Night Fury is burned into the wood next to the door, and, well. Toothless is up on the roof, though he bounds down with enthusiasm when he spots, and hears Dany's approach, presenting himself for scratches, "smiling" wide.

Hiccup walks out the open door, wiping his hands off on the side of his pants and taking off a soot-stained leather apron, surprise turning to a genial smile. He's a lot less antsy looking than he was before Dorchacht, and during; the outcome wasn't ideal, but it's not entirely negative either, and with a Bond finally, he's actually getting more rest.] Hi, hey! Your majesty! How- How have you been? Toothless, mind your manners.

[That gets an indignant huff from the dragon.]

[freeing]

[ Daenerys had more sense than to wander out on her own. She had guards – hell, she even had friends to keep her company on a trek deeper into the woods. Fortunately, she did not need to rush there. She found Hiccup on the outskirts, far enough where she would not feel inspired to ask someone to accompany her. Even a Queen can adjust to a newfound 'freedom' of moving without expectations.

As she approaches, her eyes marvel at the craftsmanship. It feels like something from a storybook, a fantasy away from reality. The sight of Toothless was more than enough for her to crack a warm smile.

She hopes Hiccup was here and when he emerges – there's a dutiful rise of her shoulders. There's relief that he's in one piece, same as Toothless. Instinctively, she'll find herself kneeling down a bit, petting at her super duper favorite dragon in Aefenglom rn. ]

Please, Daenerys is fine. There are no titles here. [ She reminds. She looks in better spirits, less stressed and her youthful glow apparent. Even more freeing – the peck of silver scales on her neck and shoulders more visible with the change of attire. Perhaps she's grown more comfortable with her own changes. ] I am well. It has been a better few days than earlier in this month. I trust your return to Aefenglom went smoothly?

[thisisamazing]

[He and Keith have really turned a run-down patch of land with a ramshackle building on it into something that looks lived in, homey. Hiccup prefers it to the city; it gives Toothless space to run around, and so far, their issues with the Cwyld encroach have been minor.

Toothless "smiles" wide, teeth retracted, forked tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he accepts pets. Hiccup laughs.] Then just Hiccup is fine. [He's not sure what 'Ser' is supposed to signify, but it sounds like a title.

It is good to see her looking well. Being back in Aefenglom has done them all some good, he thinks. Things aren't perfect here, but it's a hell of a lot better than the Black City.] Getting out of Dorchacht didn't exactly go- smoothly, but... Well, it could have gone worse. Considering how badly everything else went. You got out okay too? You and, uh, did your friend wind up going?

THESEUS (before event)

[freeing]

[ There was so much to do upon arriving back. To assist in the fallout of their sudden involvement with the Dorchacht dilemma. There were more mouths to feed, more unwell Monsters needing the comforts and safety of a home. Daenerys had spent most of her day overseeing relief and distribution of food — working with a few farmers to help direct supplies inward to the refugees.

As it was growing closer to dusk, Daenerys had met with a few people to check up on them. Now, it was Theseus' turn. She finds his residence not out of snooping, but a brief mention between a mutual contact. A knock on the door leads her to him, but she does not call out. Instead, she is patient and respectful — to see if the man was even home. ]

[chosenside]

One moment!

[Theseus was not expecting any visitors today, especially with Newt out and about. And if it was his brother returning home, he would've just walked in, so the sudden knock definitely catches him by surprise. There's a few moments of shuffling coming from behind the door before it opens, revealing a slightly frazzled wizard.

Theseus blinks, when he notices just who's paying him a visit.]

Oh, Miss Targaryen! Good evening. [He's definitely far more casual now compared to their last encounters, his hair slightly unkempt while holding a niffler in his arms. Look, it's entirely Newt's fault that he's even living with all these beasts!] How can I help you today?

[freeing]

[ At Theseus' voice and arrival, she has to blink from being taken aback. He looks far less collected than their previous meetings, but she tries not to pass judgment. And, of course, the niffler does catch her attention? ]

I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important...? I had been meaning to stop by sooner, just to see if you returned here in one piece. [ She seems hesitant, however: ] I can visit at another time, when expected.

[chosenside]

No, you're not interrupting anything-- please, come in. I can make you some tea.

[Luckily, most of Newt's beasts are elsewhere/handwave motions. But despite his ruffled appearance, Theseus would like to think that most of his manners are intact-- and that includes inviting Dany inside and offering her a drink. It's the least he can do after she's come all this way to visit him.

It's definitely unexpected, but it's not unpleasant at all.]

Thank you for checking on me, that's truly kind of you. [He steps back inside the barracks he shares with Newt, his posture relaxed as he smiles at her.] I hope you've been doing well, perhaps we can discuss further once you're properly settled. Long as you don't mind this little guy here-- I promise to keep him on his best behavior.

[The niffler seems to be looking at Dany with curiosity, but other than that, he's rather calm.]