All Intros

[Monster]

LIAM AND SUMAR INTRO

Liam looked up after shoveling the last bit of soiled hay from the stables. Looking to the fields, Liam watched, with his gray-green eyes, the dragons being led into Myrar. Large and small beasts tugging at their chains as they are brought in. Liam couldn't help but watch a smaller white dragon follow like he had been doing this all of his life. Like a horse that does nothing but pull a carriage all its life to the point where it starts hooking itself up to the darn thing. Liam removed his gloves and set them on the edge of the wooden stable gate. He casually walked into the open air, his hands in his jean pockets, and took a big breath of the fresh air. There was a slight breeze blowing towards the stables. The stench of the animals almost immediately left his clothing and platinum blonde hair, which blew crazily on top of his head. Liam tried to pat it down, but the wind had more control than he did, so he left it alone.

It was a nice breeze but the sun was fighting to keep it hot. Liam unbuttoned and pulled off his denim jacket, and folded it over his arm. His white under shirt whipped around his body in the wind. He walked quicker now, wanting to see the dragons up close. The farmer had been paying him weekly and Liam saved up enough to buy one of his very own. He was going to get that white one, he had been focused on him for so long, it seemed, that if the dragon acts the same towards him, Liam knew it would be meant to be.
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Liam noticed the group of people surrounding the market ground, a large wooden fence was recently built to /hold/ the dragons in. Kindly pushing through people, which were mostly parents taking their kids to look at the pretty beasts, Liam made it a row away from the front. Older gentleman stood in front of him with their cash waving around in their hands. Liam knew better and kept his pay in his pockets.

He stood up on his toes, searching for the large white dragon. He saw a few brown, red and black dragons but no light colors. Liam sighed out of frustration, he wasn't about to settle for another one. He figured he would wait until he looked at another dragon the same. As he turned away Liam heard one of the dragons roar fairly loud. Loud enough to quiet the crowd. Liam looked back over and saw a white dragon in the background on its hind legs hissing at the soldiers /controlling/ it. Loudly, Liam yelled out, "I want that one, give him to me. I have cash on hand!" The crowd simply laughed at him. The older gentleman in front chuckled, "You want that out of control thing? By the looks of it, you're inexperienced. Good luck lad." The soldiers gave Liam a smirk, "Are you sure young man?" He said mockingly. "Yes," Liam nodded, "that's the one I want." Liam pushed his way to the front gate where a soldier took his money and let him in.

Liam walked past a number of large dragons that glared down at him in anger, it seemed, until finally he approached the white one. Its head was cocked to the side as it stared at Liam, its icy blue eyes looked somewhat happy? "Here you go." The soldier walked the dragon over to Liam, handing over the reins. "Take the back way out so this beast doesn't crush anybody." The soldiers, again, laughed at the boy as he walked away.
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After walking nervously next to the dragon, Liam thought long and hard about a good name. "What kind of dragon are you?" Liam looked up at the white lizard. No reply. "You can talk, can't you?" Still no reply. Instead, the over grown lizard looked down at him, head cocked once more. "Nevermind." Even more frustrated, Liam continued walking. They made it back to the farm where he would house his new pet. Liam coaxed it to walk into the barn and into a stable. Ever since the dragons were discovered, farmers had to build large enough stables for them. Liams dragon had plenty of head room and wing room, if it didn't try to open them.

"Uh, stay here... Dragon?" Liam walked off home to rest. After a days hard work and a long walk he needed a nap. He threw his jacket to the floor, kicked his work boots off and flopped onto the bed. Withing five minutes he was out.

[peach]

A cool rush of wind sauntered its way through the grass, making it dance softly as it would with a lover. The tall field of plant life was disturbed only by a young girl, using the greenery as a welcome bed. The grass seemed to blend into her, mixing with her brown hair in waves that matched her own, coloring her eyes with their own light green, made even lighter by the brightness of the sun. She seemed at one with the field, though she did not notice it around her. Instead her eyes caressed the clouds above, admiring the way they coexisted with the wind, allowing it to push them softly through the air while at the same time morphing themselves at their own will, keeping their form as a type of freedom.

The sight moved her in a way she could not explain. The way they blocked the sun, but still allowed some of its light, as if it were a filter for all that was good. So much they accomplished with so little effort. She dreamed of being that way herself someday, so she let herself feel, allowed the grass to brush her skin, leaving trails down her arms that burned and itched, yet she kept herself from scratching them. She needed to feel. To allow suffering while still being calm. To allow herself to be controlled, while still being in control of herself.

However, this practice only lasted a few minutes as the urge to scratch overwhelmed her and she jumped up, rubbing her palms up and down her extremities so as not to leave red marks with her nails. She snarled at her own lack of perseverance when a roar suddenly sounded from the village only a few hundred yards to the north. Her head perked up at the sound, grassy eyes grazing the distance-hazed town before her. Her confusion was soon washed away as she realized what had caused the sound. “Dragons” was her breathy sigh as her legs took control of her and pushed her toward the cluster of houses.

It took her only a few minutes to reach the furthest homes, but she still had no idea where to go from there. She assumed the best guess would be the center of the village and darted off once more, her heart racing with anticipation and fear at seeing the beasts. After another couple of minutes pushing and shoving through groups of people she finally saw the sparkling scales of a red dragon, and a blue, and a brown, and all other colors as well. The sight was breathtaking and she knew immediately that she needed to have one. No matter her father’s objections she would have one.

Instead of following the order of things and pulling out her wares and currency, she instead decided to search the creatures. She wanted to find one that was different, one to match her and to love her also. Even if it took months, she knew she must find the perfect dragon for herself. The best way to find this dragon, she knew, would be through their eyes, and so she searched.

[Cassie]

The tavern was always quiet at this time of day. Perhaps that was one of the reasons she enjoyed the mornings. Although the morning had halfway passed and it was no longer particularly early. The travelers that had planned to leave today, had been up at dawn to start again on their travels. And she had been up at dawn to begin on chores. The bedrooms that had been used, had already been cleaned, the beds stripped and remade with fresh sheets and covers. The majority of the tavern had already been cleaned as well. She could never leave it for long as messy as the customers and travelers left it at the end of the night, which usually ended up being the early hours of the morning. The tavern had been dusted, swept, mopped, the windows washed, dishes done, and all the other trivial tasks that were required to make the inn run smoothly.

Her father was still asleep by the time the morning's travelers had been wished well and sent on their way, and by the time she had finished all the cleaning. As ridiculous as it was, it was normal for him. It wasn't surprising, considering how much he had drank last night.

Gwen glanced over the clean inn and let out a soft sigh of relief. She cast another futile glance towards the stairs where all the rooms were, hoping to see her father's fat figure stumbling down the stairs. Nope. Well, as much as she hated to leave the inn unattended, the customers would need breakfast, and they had to be getting up soon. Pulling on dark brown knee-high leather boots, she took what money she would need and headed out. The bakery really wasn't terribly far from the inn, but it was a decent walk all the way through town.

However, perhaps today wasn't as much of a typical day as she had thought. The air trembled and the ground shook with the beating of massive wings, and the steps of heavy paws and the air was ringing with the sounds that she knew very well. Dragons.

There must be an auction today. And with that realization, all sense fled her mind. She had customers waiting on breakfast back at the inn, and perhaps other customers waiting to check into a room. And the horses would still be wanting breakfast as well.
But the dragons... She decided she could spare a few minutes to watch a bit of the auctions and with that she ran. She was slender and light on her feet as she ran, and having grown up in this town, she knew all the shortcuts. She jumped over a townhouse fence in one fluid motion, carefully hopping between and around beds of carefully tended flowers. A few more yards to climb through, a few alleys to wind through, and one very tall brick wall to climb over, and there she was. The center of town was alive with people, buzzing with excitement. And there were the dragons.

They were beautiful. They were majestic in all their rage. And she watched two of them given away, one to a leathery-skinned traveler, and the other to a man who was so pale she could only assume that the dragon would be used to sit in his garden and impress his other wealthy friends. Idiocy.

She wove through the mess of people, to lean against the wooden gates that had been built, her wide eyes flickering over every inch of the dragons. She would have loved to have her own dragon. Looking at them now, watching them sold off to people with no right to own a dragon, the dream burned like a wildfire in her heart. But it wasn't to be.
What would she do with a dragon anyway? She had nowhere to keep it, she had no real life for it. It would sit the majority of the day and night while she tended to her father's inn while he drank his life away.
The knowledge that she could never own her own dragon was as painful as always. But today she decided to forgo her usual sense and pretend. Pretend that the money in her pocket was even nearly enough to purchase a dragon. Pretend that she had every right to purchase one. Pretend that she was really going to. And with that, she jumped down from the fence, her chocolate curls whipping around her as she made her way through the crowd once more to where they held the dragons. They were all beautiful. So what would she look for in particular if she was really going to buy one? A connection. For the dragon's soul to sing to her own. A knowing beyond doubt. That's what she would look for.