Dragonhand: The Performance, and the AftermathDragonhand: The Performance, and the Aftermath by MewMewPrincess101
The wind whipped around Morrigan like her own personal tempest, lifting her high into the air on invisible wings until she flew high above the crowds that somehow failed to notice her. Her soul was filled with the ancient wind song, a chorus of sounds that were too ethereal to explain in words. The ringing of the bell did not matter anymore, because she could not hear it over her own laughter. The wind kissed her face goodbye and dropped her on an abandoned rooftop, just as the performance began, and the dragons gave two mighty roars before opening their sail-like wings and gracefully leaping off steel platforms into the night sky. Their hides glowed orange under their glistening scales, burning with the fire that coursed through their bodies like blood did in other beings. They lit up the sky like two great gods sent down from the heavens to strike fear, awe, and a sense of underachievement into the souls of the mortals.
They twisted together i
Dragonhand CharactersBasic Information:Dragonhand Characters by MewMewPrincess101
Full Name: Faelwen Lawen(formerly), Morrigan Lawen.
Date of birth: Some time during the winter, during a snowstorm.
Age: 14(Currently, age changes as the story continues. Is about 17 when she meets Kai).
Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Pansexual/None/Not specified.
Birthplace: Loraz.(Desert city, Djinn in origin.)
Languages: Common, Dragonese.
Voice: High, able to hold notes for quite some time. Draws in listeners with sheer volume and overall talent and beauty.
Relationship with family: Used to be close and loving until she left for school. They drifted apart and have not spoken in years, she does not know why.
Hair: Long and red, a mass of crazy “witchy” curls.
Physical Description: Short and thin, long and curly red hair. Bright blue eyes, pale skin, scar across her collarbon
Dragonhand: A Woman With Raven HairDragonhand: A Woman With Raven Hair by MewMewPrincess101
A Woman With Raven Hair
The sky was raining boiling blood, the thick scarlet drops landing in puddles on the yellow earth below. Melting the coarse grass the blood slowly seeped into the dirt, staining it dark and rendering it steaming. The roars of a hundred dragons rang across the vast expanse of the plains, roars of pain, agony, and death. The air was scorching with the heat of their fire, the ground gouged and bruised by their massive fights. Clouds were gathering across the vermilion sky, thick and gray, an obvious sign of an approaching storm.
The first bolt of lightning struck the ground and killed the small team of men in its path. Bodies went flying through the air and landed dead with little thumps, their entrails spilling from their bodies onto the ground. There would probably be no funeral for those men, not even a proper burial, they would be left there or burned as the living moved on. Thunder boomed and more lighting fell from the sky, killing and wounding as it w
DNA: Martel BusinessDNA: Martel Business by MewMewPrincess101
Anyone looking in from the outside would automatically assume we were perfect. They would whisper of the powerful people within, how they were so ethereal they appeared like gods among mortals. In certain aspects I suppose we were like how they pictured, at least when others were concerned. It was not hard to act perfect, we had been taught to do it our entire lives. It was, however, quite hard to switch from the perfect person you were expected to be on the outside, to the person you really were on the inside. The small, imperfect being that everyone really is, no matter how hard they might try to repel it.
Our home was a dollhouse, stuffed with hundreds of walking porcelain dolls. We never let anyone know the truth of our family, we had an image to maintain. If anyone outside the family, or the servants sworn to secrecy, ventured onto the property the transformation would take place. We would all get in our places, throw on our best clothes, and put on our perf