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And the second of the requested ficlets are done. First request from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Wyvernset Cid and Cloud
All his life, Cid had wanted to fly.
When he was a kid, he had watched birds, watched bats, watched bugs, watched wyverns. He watched anything that could fly, and, in the back of his mind, he wished he could do the same. Spread wings and take to the air.
When he got a little older, he packed up and found himself a place right in the heart of the wyvern riders and their bonded. He hoped, year after year, that this year would be the one that he got picked, that he would find himself being spoke to by one of the new hatchlings, or one of the older ones who had never selected.
As he got even older, he still hoped, but he started to accept that, maybe, it wasn’t in his cards. Didn’t stop the dreams of flying, of feeling the wind whipping past him as they soared through the sky.
At the age of thirty, he decided he was too old. Nobody got picked when they were that old, and he accepted it, feeling old bitterness fresh again.
He left, unable to sit there as those who got his dream took to the skies.
Two years passed after that, as he roamed and worked, settling into the life of a tinker. He fixed machines and sharpened blades. He became a jack of all trades, a person who could be counted on to have enough oddball skill to get the job done.
He didn’t expect to wake up one morning and find a wyvern curled up around his fire.
It was a beautiful creature, all sleek gold feather and scales, some just tipped with blue. The same blue as its eyes.
He looked around for its rider, sure that there must be one somewhere around. Probably hurt, though the wyvern didn’t seem to act like it.
You should be packing up. It’s a long flight back to the nesting areas.
He stared at it. “What the hell?”
He could have swore that the creature, male by the voice, smiled at him as it-he, tilted his great head and rumbled softly at him.
My name is Cloud. And I decided that you are my rider. You might want to hurry, or I’ll end up flying you through that rainburst anyway. He tilted his head the other way. Might do it anyway. Get the smell of that nasty smoke off of you.
Okay, maybe dreams did come true. But why the hell did he get the sarcastic one?
forgottenlover, at 426 words is:Wyvernset Cid and Cloud
All his life, Cid had wanted to fly.
When he was a kid, he had watched birds, watched bats, watched bugs, watched wyverns. He watched anything that could fly, and, in the back of his mind, he wished he could do the same. Spread wings and take to the air.
When he got a little older, he packed up and found himself a place right in the heart of the wyvern riders and their bonded. He hoped, year after year, that this year would be the one that he got picked, that he would find himself being spoke to by one of the new hatchlings, or one of the older ones who had never selected.
As he got even older, he still hoped, but he started to accept that, maybe, it wasn’t in his cards. Didn’t stop the dreams of flying, of feeling the wind whipping past him as they soared through the sky.
At the age of thirty, he decided he was too old. Nobody got picked when they were that old, and he accepted it, feeling old bitterness fresh again.
He left, unable to sit there as those who got his dream took to the skies.
Two years passed after that, as he roamed and worked, settling into the life of a tinker. He fixed machines and sharpened blades. He became a jack of all trades, a person who could be counted on to have enough oddball skill to get the job done.
He didn’t expect to wake up one morning and find a wyvern curled up around his fire.
It was a beautiful creature, all sleek gold feather and scales, some just tipped with blue. The same blue as its eyes.
He looked around for its rider, sure that there must be one somewhere around. Probably hurt, though the wyvern didn’t seem to act like it.
You should be packing up. It’s a long flight back to the nesting areas.
He stared at it. “What the hell?”
He could have swore that the creature, male by the voice, smiled at him as it-he, tilted his great head and rumbled softly at him.
My name is Cloud. And I decided that you are my rider. You might want to hurry, or I’ll end up flying you through that rainburst anyway. He tilted his head the other way. Might do it anyway. Get the smell of that nasty smoke off of you.
Okay, maybe dreams did come true. But why the hell did he get the sarcastic one?
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Because you're not that lucky, Cid. *pats*
Whee, so cool. *snuggles* There's more of this coming, right? Right?
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My mom is now wanting to know what I'm chuckling over. :P
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I already told you I liked how this came out buuuuut ::glomps anyway::
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That's probably a good thing, poor Cloud would probably look a bit to much like a Cockatrice otherwise.
Btw, I was squeeing at the fact that there are dragons at all, no matter the breed. Because dragons do not get enough love.
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We bunnied ourselves on accident with that thing, and this universe was born. ::needs to poke at one of her backstories in this verse at some point::
But we decided we liked serpentines and feathers and intelligence so... here we are.
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Will there be any other kinds of dragons in this universe? Like amphiteres or something?
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Amphiteres? What kinds of dragon are those? I think we just have our Wyverns and assorted FF7esque creatures though, either way.
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Hah XDDD you shouldn't have asked a dragon freak. The traditional version of a amphitere is a serpent with wings (a mix between webbed and feathered) that are fairly good natured with two tongues, one forked and the other shaped like an arrow tip. Some people classify dragons/gods such as Quetzaquatl as amphiteres under the basis that (he for instance) is a feathered serpent. Which is pretty stupid because then he'd be closer to a wyrm then an amphitere.
As a general rule of thumb dragons can be classified by their number of limbs or types of abilities.
Traditional western dragon: four legs and two wings
Wyvern: Two legged, two winged
Drake: four legged
Amphitere: winged + feathered(semi optional)
Wyrm/Wurm: No limbs
Gargouille: finned and spurts water (what gargoyles came from)
Hydra: multi-headed sea serpent
Guiver: serpent, breaths disease
Lindorm: two legged
Basilisk: serpent with rooster's comb and crown (TWO feet long, not fifty damnit) with killer eyes
Cockatrice: A fusion of rooster and snake w/killer eyes, appearances vary.
Salamander: small and drake-like (four legged) with 11 stars on it's back, spits poison.
Those listed are only some of the european dragons, ignoring all other continents and several specialized singularly occurring dragons and neo-dragons.
Of course that can all be ignored because that only the historical. Because dragons are such iconic figures and people have a lot of imagination- well, there are a lot of modern dragons.
*blinks* erm, sorry to have ranted at you; but you got me started in on dragons so *shrugs* Any other questions? XD
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And grumpy Cid finally gets to fly! ^__^
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And while I know everyone mentioned it... Sarcastic Wyvern!Cloud roxorz my boxorz. *grin*
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