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 HOW FAR WE'LL GO, Alith
Laurel Stranglethorn a level Necromancer from Alluum
Laurel gave the door on the back of the left wall an uncertain glance. The class head had led her and the other mages to the door, before abandoning her to probably drink another bottle of whiskey. Maybe. Anxiety pooled in her stomach as she pushed on the door, before belatedly realizing she had to pull on the door-knob, not push. Flushing in embarrassment, Laurel was pretty unprepared for the wave of heat and humidity that hit her the moment she stepped through the door.

The room was very large, with huge windows on the back wall that let in light. Glancing at the warden there uncertainly, almost hesitantly, she let the black cloak on her back twist gently around her ankles. The weight around her shoulders was unfamiliar, though it was pretty comfortable. A light in the warden's eyes dawned, before he pointed out the eggs where a few other people were standing nervously.

Swallowing uncomfortably, Laurel spotted the few non-magic students and gave a tentative wave. She didn't trust herself to speak, because the anxiety coiling in her abdomen was tightening with each movement. It rose and swelled, peaking in her chest to the point where the necromancer thought she was going to throw up. The eggs she was staring at were black in color, coated in what looked like musimite. The female refrained from gaping, struggling to hold back the feeling that she was going to puke.

Shaking her head, the female gave the eggs an uncertain glance. There was a few people gathered near a door at the back of the room, who seemed to have some sort of magical power. She was a necromancer, right? So she could go with them. To whatever they were doing. Calling their dragon? Laurel gave a mental shrug and listened carefully to their head as she called the dragons out.

Would this work? Scoffing mentally, Laurel gave an experimental tug on her pool of magic and let the feeling of comfort wash over her. Perhaps she'd find her dragon.

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Alith a level Archangel from Alluum
The fury of the building wind elated her, spreading her wings wide and spiraling in and out of clouds. She had no mouth but sung with a voice sweet and high, brimming with the joy of just being alive. Letting her weight carry her past the clouds into the open air she judged her height from the ground by the air currents. A few thousand feet, where the air was thin and clear. Her body was a deep black, with bright slashes and flows of an almost electric blue smattering her pelt. Her wing leathers were the same bright blue, like lightening. Her long, serpentine body undulated through the sky, like a swimming eel. As elegant but with the gentle promise of a swift death by electrocution.

She executed a particularly skillful maneuver, almost knotting herself thrice in it, when something tugged her head in the complete opposite direction. Wha? She tugged back experimentally, and found it anchored. Something was calling to her? Was it Frith? Mating season was not for another few months, he shouldn't need her. Tugging again she didn't /feel/ like it was another Archangel. But what? What wanted to see her so badly?

She set off with a flip and a flutter, her tail lashing in anticipation. What adventures lay in wait for her? She was practically vibrating with excitement. As she got closer she felt it pull stronger, attached to something inside of her she didn't know she had. A void? Where? Somewhere in her gut, maybe she was hungry for flesh. Food would come after she followed this tug. Sensors on her sinuous body told her she was getting close, to something. Reaching out with her sixth sense she felt earth, a mountain. And so many other Dragons! She felt other Archangels here too, powerful ones, where was she?

She had been in a Stormchaser a few years before and heard of such a place, where humanoids and Drakine of all species live in tandem, and actually help the world all over. What a strange place. She followed the line, and in her minds eye saw a shining beacon of blue light. She could feel the pull at its strongest, driving her to the ground, pulling her towards the hominid before her. Slithering as was fit for her species she approached it, her. Taking in the humanoids feeling she touched her mind.

" What are you? What is this place? Why do i feel like we need to be friends?"

Alith was a full 60ft long from nose to tailtip, bright blue sickles along her back a foot long. She folded the wings she could, but the impressive hundred foot span was one she could not. Hes musmite glowed bright blue as she was near the small, fragile thing before her, a spell was at work. But what?

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Laurel Stranglethorn a level Necromancer from Alluum
For a moment, Laurel was filled with so many emotions. Fear, awe, exhilaration, confusion, and anxiety shot through her veins at full throttle. Something had tugged on her magic! As if in response, Laurel could feel her magic hum happily as the unknown tugger came closer and closer. How did she know that the being was coming her way? Frowning in contemplation, Laurel opened her eyes, realizing she had closed them in a state of unawareness.

The female felt her magic hum vibrantly beneath her skin, and closing her eyes for no particular reason, Laurel got the impression that she was standing in a shining beacon. A beacon lit with a blue, shimmering light. She had to force her eyes open, only to rear back in surprise when she caught gleaming, vastly intelligent eyes of a wild dragon in front of her.

Laurel's breath hitched slightly as a rather sweet, high voice resonated from within her skull. "What are you? What is this place? Why do I feel like we need to be friends?" A hot surge of guilt swept through the female at her questions. If she had pulled this beautiful- no, beautiful wasn't the right word.. - extravagant creature from her family, Laurel would never be able to live this down. However, Laurel desperately wanted to answer her questions.

"I- " her voice was an octave higher than usual. "I'm a humanoid, though technically my species is a necromancer. We, uh, we deal with the dead. And speak to spirits." The female was trying to resist staring at a few spirits that wandered around with huge eyes, apparently unused to seeing so many people in one place. "This is Evercrest Academy, the place you were pulled to. Every twelve years, people all over the world come to be accepted to the Academy. Unfortunately, most are turned away." The necromancer was getting off topic.

Shaking her head slightly, Laurel winced and gave the sixty foot black form an expression of brief wonder. "Uh, that feeling is probably because these students here kind of have to call their dragons. The non-magicals have to hatch a dragon. Everyone in the academy is assigned to a dragon. S-some don't get their dragon right away." The female visibly winced.

"Y-you can go if you want! W-we don't have to bond!" Laurel was beginning to feel the edges of a panic attack. "I- er- just wanted to s-see if I could Call a dragon! It's a spell that attempts to draw dragons to this place." The magnificence of the Archangel was astounding, and Laurel could feel the start of her panic attack begin to fade slightly.

The Archangel's scales were a deep black, with bright slashes and flows of an almost electric blue smattering her scales. The wing leathers were the same bright blue, like lightning. Its long, serpentine body was resting against the stone, it's final two wings folded tightly up against body. The massive wings that couldn't be retracted must have had a wingspan of at least a hundred feet. The musimite on its body- oh my god musimite was glowing a bright blue, making the female almost faint.

"Y-you're.. gorgeous." Laurel goggled at the Archangel, the faint purple in her skin darkening slightly as a deep blush encased her. "S-sorry!" the female apologized quickly her hands flailing about, not wanting to accidentally insult the magnificent creature.

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Alith a level Archangel from Alluum
Like small tendrils her sixth sense examined the humanoid before her. Heat sensors gave her a general shape of it. Not half the size of her own head! The scales behind her wings rose and shivered. Something about this humanoid thrilled her. She listened to the voice, feeling, strangely, like this was an old friend. Old or new, this was definitely a friend. Her chest rumbled with pleasure at the compliment.

" Gorgeous, what, oh, you mean how I look! You would make for a strange dragon, but you are a friend. We haven't met, i don't talk to humanoids, but i /know/ you."

Alith snorted once and leaned down, putting the more sensitive heat sensors of her cheek closer to the /Necromancer/. What strange things! Alith was delighted by her new friend. When the great drakka leaned close the smell of charged ozone came off of her warm body, light but slightly acidic.The smell of her scales crackling lightly with electricity. A slight static charge had dust clinging to the scales of her belly, and surely it would affect the hairs on Laurels body, especially if she placed her hand on the creatures warm hide.

" Necromancer, i am called Alith by my fellow Archangles. You are my friend now." She said this with joyous certainty.

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Laurel Stranglethorn a level Necromancer from Alluum
Laurel's fingers twitched marginally, as if she was holding back the urge to touch the smooth-looking scales. The Archangel knew her? How? A briefly puzzle look flashed across her face before understanding dawned on her. Was it her magic that felt familiar? Or was it the fragile bond between the two that drew her closer? Laurel felt confusion wash over her like the ocean's tide again, before transforming into one of uncertainty.

The leg-less dragon leaned down, her face coming within mere inches from her face. Shakily, Laurel breathed in the light scent of charged ozone, it's slightly acidic smell touching her lips. The hair on the back of her neck and arms stood straight up, along with her pony-tail becoming immensely static-y. Once again, Laurel's fingers twitched in response to the closeness. Oh how she wanted to touch the smooth scales! However, the female wouldn't lightly brush her fingers against the warm hide until the female dragon would give permission.

A brief flash of a warm, happy smile crossed her face at the Archangel's declaration. "N-nice to meet you, Alith." Laurel reached her hand out, to in front of the dragon's muzzle. She paused though, waiting to see if she would lean into her fingers. "I cam called Laurel, and it would be lovely to have a friend." Faint wistfulness lurked into her bright blue eyes, before disappearing completely. Inhaling shakily, Laurel peered curiously up into the eye-less dragon's face, before moving her gaze across her massive wingspan in slight wonderment.

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Alith a level Archangel from Alluum
The great drakka felt something electric as the Necromancer, Laurel, stood close to her. Like the feeling of a brewing strike. Something lurked within her that Alith was excited to know. She leaned in and took a deep whiff of her. Strange, warm flesh and fur, something else.Moving in she very gingerly began to sniff at the top of her, where she heard the sound come out of. An eye was almost poked with an inquisitive nose. She was pleased with this strange new friends scent. As she was pulling away she misjudged the distance and brushed Laurles face with her own.

An explosion went off in her brain. A rush of feelings, thoughts, memories not her own flooded into her mind and filled her senses. Instinctively she lifted off of the ground, but the stimulus was too much to allow her to stay aloft. She thumped back to the ground and writhed for a few seconds, little balls of bright blue fire popping in the air as her instinct to fight battled with the feelings. She was, living Laurels life up until this moment! Alith was overwhelmed to say the least, and lay panting for a few seconds.

When she recovered she felt a bright, burning sensation on her face, almost in the middle. Panting, she rose, knowing now what had happened, knowing what she was to do. She looked to Laurel, a closer friend now than before. Like a sister, but less of a sister and more an extension of her soul. What a strange and wonderful adventure this was going to be!
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Laurel Stranglethorn a level Necromancer from Alluum
The electricity against her skin hummed, producing a rather odd feeling within the necromancer. It felt like she would be struck with a powerful bolt any moment, and while it wasn't unpleasant, it didn't feel all that pleasant either. However, beneath the current of electricity, a coil of excitement tightened and rolled like a playful puppy. As the great dragon leaned in closer to her, Laurel could feel the deep inhalation Alith took.

The female's breath hitched as Alith began to sniff her face with a gentleness that Laurel thought wasn't possible from the beautiful specimen. The inquisitiveness of the archangel almost caused the female to lose an eye, but Laurel couldn't help the light, airy laugh that escaped her during that moment. Did she smell particularly good, like a delectable morsel? Or something else?

The archangel was about to pull back, but the black-scaled face brushed against her own. For a fleeting moment, it felt like there was pure warmth against her skin, and Laurel relished in the feeling. Then an explosion of fire-works rocketed across her mind, dancing across with bright blue electric sparks. The crack of an egg in her brain blasted through her ears, and it was like she was the only one that could hear it.

Then memories, memories of dragons filled her. The immense power of the memories caused the stimuli in her brain to stutter, then send Laurel to the ground. Alongside Alith, Laurel's limbs twitched. Her fingers clawed at the skin on her arms, with scores of deep scratches beginning to reopen. Was this Alith's life she was reliving? Laurel felt immensely overwhelmed by the powerful surge, and by the time the dragon's most recent memories hit her, Laurel was shivering and sweating on the ground. Her chest was rising up and down heavily, quickly, and her breath was coming in swift, deep pants.

For a few moments, she let herself recover. As she placed her hands against the ground, as if to rise, a vicious burning sensation etched itself right below her left eye. Alith! Was Alith okay? Frantically, Laurel glanced up and met the eye-less face of the archangel's head. It felt- it felt.. as if they were more than friends. A much closer friend, like something that felt like family. Laurel didn't realize tears were pouring out of her eyes until water droplets heavily hit the clenched fists on her lap. The feeling of family hit her again, washing against her with such a welcoming warmth that she let out a hiccuping sob of pure joy.

Reaching out with her right hand, Laurel placed it over the dragon's forehead as if to reassure herself that this was actually real. Because this couldn't be real, could it? However, the blinding smile of pure happiness ensured that this was real, because the dragon's black scales were leathery, warm, and utterly satisfying against her own cool skin. "Y-you- you bonded with me." Laurel rasped out, the joyful tears still streaming down her face.

"W-we're family, now, okay? Y-you're all I've g-got, now that I kn-know you."

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Alith a level Archangel from Alluum
With trembling wings she tried to right herself, but instead sufficed for making a great circle around Laurel, her unfoldable wings covering the encircled humanoid in a black and blue tent. Initial shock subsiding Alith pressed her great face to the prostrate form of her soulmate, huffing kerosene scented breaths onto the shaking form. So small! She would have to train well to learn how to protect her new soulshalf. The stress and strain of the connection, of the bond, was pulling at her eyelids. Maybe they could nap here, for just a short time. Then Laurel, her Laurel, should get something to eat. As well she felt herself feeling up to the sky, sensing for any incoming storms.

Maybe later when Laurel was asleep she would find a few bolts, a little shock to filler up. There wasn't any way she could go up too. These small, frail things could not handle a strike, surely. She sniffed her counterpart again, and smelled water. Water, on her face? How did that happen. Gently, for a dragon, she licked Laurels face clean, queasy kerosene breath an unconventional perfume. Her tongue was rough, but not like sandpaper. She very rarely ate flesh, so there was no bacterial odor. Strange, things that needed to eat. She remembered that Laurel ate several times a day. Yes, this was going to be an adventure, surely.
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