Catpone Cerberus

"Honestly, I rather not have anyone I need to convince here." Jenna mentioned "I can't imagine anyone, or anything, that lives in a place like this, to be pleasant to talk to." "I almost prefer the idea of something feral, since you don't need to try to guess what they are going to do."

"Hard to speak to someone...you don't know the location of." Jenna argued "Or know if they truly even... exist." "And persuading the Great Wyrm?" She started laughing, but had to stop because it was still quite painful "That's just silly." "The Great Wyrm is one of the founders." "They build the system...They are Talon." "Everything that happens in Talon, is under the command...of the Great Wyrm."

"Turning it off was the original plan, it's just so far from our entrance that it's no longer viable." Jenna reminded "But regardless, seeing how mindless the things that entered our world seemed, I have a feeling that whatever may or may not be protecting things, is likely more feral than something that can be reasoned with."

"Depends on change." Jenna pointed out "You can't predict the mind...of a dragon." "But there's a bigger problem with the... whole thing." "I have no idea, who they are" "The only name I know...Is the Great Wyrm, the leader of the whole thing." "But I don't know who she...or he, is." "It is believed that there is other elders too...running things on the background." "But it is not known how many, where, or who."

@Blitz Boom Asildae shrugged, she didn't have much to add since she didn't know for sure how she had ended up there, though she was equally surprised how few creatures made their way to her, sure there had been some critters that had come to investigate the singing, but it had been relatively few. Her best guess was that animals around here just weren't stupid enough to wander into a dark cave with sounds inside, or maybe there was a local predator that made similar sounds? She wasn't that well educated on the wildlife here. Asildae did notice the change in Glutton, and was more curious than anything, in big part because magic was one of those things her kind didn't have much understanding on, mainly because they didn't use it. They weren't incapable of learning magic altogether; but not having their own usable natural magic, and their hives forming an area of magic-nullification due to how they were build; magic wasn't really relevant for them to learn. She would have likely been more impressed if she actually knew about magic, since at her current level of knowledge, as far as she knew, what Glutton did could have been one of the most basic spells in existence, or the hardest one to exist, Asildae simply had no idea. Asildae gave a sort of 'kinda' gesture at Glutton's rhetorical question, since it was not entirely that simple; Yes, generally speaking her understanding was that draconequui kinda just came to existence, but out of nowhere? not quite, since nothing came out of nowhere. Asildae kinda just figured that some kind of magic formed them, instead of biological means. The fact that they could apparently reproduce more traditionally was a surprise to her, but at the same time, it made sense in how weird it was, it would be the creatures known to break the natural norms to be able to do that too. While listening to Glutton, Asildae would now and then suddenly charge in a direction, and grab a small animal from a tree or the ground, never far enough to not hear Glutton speaking, but enough that Glutton would need to turn her head if she wished to look at her. It was everything from birds and rodents to lizards and even one snake, who all got the same treatment, as Asildae injected them with her venom, seemingly indifferent to their attempts to scratch and bite her. She also now and then grabbed insects and other invertebrates that happened too close to her. Asildae's movements were quick and snappy, not too different from her smaller, distant relatives she seemed to like to snack on; and with how sudden they were most of the time, it was hard, if not impossible, to predict when and where she was going to move. "A fascinating tale, it is curious to me how little your kind is known outside these specific lands." "Considering what you told me, I can say for certain that some of the creatures where I come from, would likely see your kind as gods." "It makes me also wonder. Since your kin is from sound of it generally such that you embody things that go against the current order, does there exist an opposite equivalent?" she was more pondering out loud than expecting actual answer, but would let Glutton respond if she had an answer. "What comes to my story, there are few details that need to be explained first." "The place where I come from, we have no name for it, nor our species." "Those have many names in many languages, often descriptive of appearance or action, combined with specific cultural believes." "But for us, there is only hive, and other hives are described by location or by the queen." "For you see, we do not have a language, no written word, or spoken tongue." "Hive is one, we are what you would call, a hive-mind, so external communication, is unnecessary." "And when it comes to communicating with other hives, we use pheromones and body language, and sometimes buzzes or whistles." "Such communications are simple, for there are only few reasons to interact: conflicts, upkeep of peace, and reproduction." "That is why I speak your language, and many others. We do not have writing, so what we learn from outside the hive, comes in many languages not our own." "As for where I come from, it is what you would call 'jungle', there is not any great civilizations nearby, only my kind, and tribes of various other creatures." "Not always a pleasant place to live, but food is plenty, and that's really all that matters." "It is far from here, but as stated earlier, I'm not entirely aware of the exact relation to this place." "My hive was build by my mother's mother, somewhere around 400 seasonal cycles ago." "My mother inherited it from her mother, like I was supposed to inherit it from her." "Queens often stay in their mother's hive, as building a new one is lot of work." "Being a queen is not a title for us, it is a physical reality. We are twice the size of our sisters and daughters, and our mind is more capable to allow us to oversee the hive." "A hatching of a new queen is initiated by the hive when the old queen is nearing the end of her life, this is so that the new queen can learn certain skills before taking over, as not everything transfers perfectly through the hive-mind." "It is also because to be even a day without a queen, is extremely dangerous to a hive, as loss of a queen leaves them vulnerable for takeover by another queen." "We hatch fully matured, I had hatched only few cycles before I found myself in that cage." "Daughters are always linked to their mother, but the issue rises when the queen dies, or is otherwise separated like I was, as the hive is left without protection, and lacks the will to resist a takeover." "Normally, the new queen, the daughter of the old queen, will take her sisters into her care, but sometimes, like in my case, there is more than one queen that hatches, and when the old queen dies, the hive splits." "Sometimes, especially when there's more than two, some of the queens leave and build a new hive, but other times, it leads to conflict, until only one queen remains." "As you may have figured out already, my species is mainly female. Now and then a male hatches, sometimes intentionally, sometimes randomly, and they are sent away." "Their lives are short, they hatch, they leave, they try to find a queen in need, either succeed or fail, and are killed." "But don't feel too bad for them, they are mentally lot less developed, they are not smart enough to want anything more." Even during her own explanation, Asildae would catch and eat prey. "At this point, you may ask, why am I more legitimate than my sister." "And the answer is simple, timing, she hatched only days before our mother's death, she lacks the teachings given to me." "I also already had some daughters of my own, and most of my sisters took my side." "She is, by definition, an intruder, if not a parasite; not to mention the use of hired help." "If my sisters and daughters had free will, they would rebel." ------------------------------ "Skilled is bit of a wrong word, but...point is, she didn't go down easy." Solar was still bit bothered by the whole thing, not because he hadn't seen stuff like that, he had, plenty, nor was it because he particularly cared for his colleague, they weren't in bad terms by any means, but she was...a lot to deal with sometimes, so they only interacted as much as their duty required. No, it bothered him because he couldn't help but think about it happening to him, and because he knew that moment had been recorded into her systems too, which meant he would see it. "I'm still running analysis for everything, but I can confirm this as the source for the signal I received." "It seems to have activated after...the separation. so there isn't much data on that, but I have an idea why it was active." "Our communication systems can run on minimal power, for the purpose of transporting emergency signals even after our death, and location purposes." "It was not made with the idea that there would be no body left at all, but the heat from being left on the cursed desert was likely enough to keep it running still." "It cut out due to it being lot colder here, as there was not enough heat to keep it running." "It does also mean that her fate may be one of the first events of whatever is going on, since there wasn't an alarm yet, and based on the data I've analyzed already, it seems she was on a regular mission at the time." Magma didn't need to address Vaz, as he spoke himself after walking closer and looking at the projection for a moment "This confirms what I sensed earlier was what I thought, but I didn't imagine it would be like this." "Stiffness in muscles, faded colors, something missing in the eyes." "That is not me, it is merely souls puppeteering what used to be me." "In other words, dead, brought back to life." he paused for a second "Yet there are no signs of decomposition, no missing parts." he put his hand on the symbol on his armor in pained manner, while looking into the eyes of his projected equivalent,"It is disheartening, to see my work used in such a manner." "Such, selfish act." "Yet I can't blame them, after all, your dragon friend told me what you did to us." he looked at Solar "New kind of darkness has fallen on your world, and I'm afraid you don't have a bright enough light to counter it." "If your empires are the immovable, then they are about to meet something unstoppable." ------- Ruby stayed quiet. "Look around later, still tense." Was Charir's simple response, and for the first time his exact emotion was hard to read, he was clearly tense like he said, his voice too mirroring it, but it was hard to say what else may have been on his mind, if anything. He was also seemingly bit tired, there was still day left, but the whole thing had been so stressful that it took a toll. Charir didn't follow Leviathan, not right away that is, instead, it would be ten or so minutes later when Charir walked outside, sitting down in front of the cave and looking at the environment, the electricity caused by Voltaick's mere presence had finally left Charir's scales entirely, though he wasn't sure when that happened, as he had been preoccupied by his thoughts. "I'm concerned about her." Charir broke the silence, speaking quietly so that his voice wouldn't travel far, but loud enough to be heard "She acts like mother, if mother could control herself." "And do you remember what Elder Werodex called her?" "Mother of Destruction" "What does that mean?" he sounded bit nervous, as if he wasn't sure if he should say it out loud.

I posted here 2016 the last time, I guess it's good to update what has changed in the last 9 years. Okay so, Alcohol and Smoking/vaping are the only ones that are still true somewhat, but it's not quite that simple. Alcohol: I don't have anything against alcohol by itself, rather, what I despise is the Finnish alcohol culture. Everyone drinks, anywhere you go, there's alcohol in some form. Pride? people bring alcohol, big Family assembly? there's a bar. Any event? alcohol. The only place you don't find someone getting drunk, is children's events where it is specifically banned. Seriously, my 18 years old coworker (18 is the age-limit), genuinely asked me how I manage to spend my time in weekends if I don't drink. My man, you've been legally allowed to drink for less than a year, and drinking is the only hobby you have? Smoking/Vaping: Again, nothing against the thing specifically, I just don't like to be forced to inhale the smoke and smell. For the rest that teenage me mentioned, it turns out I just dislike annoying people Those two things are probably the only popular things that I actively hate, for everything else, like sports, TV shows, and such, it's more just not caring for it. At least ones that aren't related to politics

"There hasn't been anything dangerous yet, so while of course stay alert, I don't see why there specifically would be any different." Jenna assured "If I were to guess, if there is something that could be active danger, it is likely near to whatever keeps the portals open." "Since it would make sense for them to protect it."

"Change of heart? unlikely" Jenna voiced "Those with real influence....are the ones pulling the strings." "So no way any of them would be...unaware." "More likely, even if still wishful thinking, is that someone....feels that the current direction will affect them, negatively." "Maybe a supremacist who feels that using those white scaled things...is below proud, true dragons." "Or someone greedy seeing it as threat to their profit." "It wouldn't necessarily be a good change...but a change nonetheless."

I swear Ruby must be cursed, this is the third RP where it gets to the point of going bit more to her emotional/mental situation, and the other player starts having real life stuff But more seriously, don't let yourself stress over it Better a late post than one written stressed or annoyed.

"Many have tried." Jenna said doubtfully "All have failed." "And with those...things, whatever exactly...they are." "Fighting isn't a real option...they feel no pain, they don't get tired...and those eyes, those things have no souls." She touched the shoulder missing a piece "I'm trained, a skilled fighter." "They were sloppy, feral, yet I still almost lost." "At this point, the only means for anything...to change. Is if someone from inside, someone powerful...turns on them."

Arguably mold never smelled right, in fact, now that she thought about it, Jenna figured that she would be even more suspicious if she found mold that did smell good; she wasn't sure why though. "I imagine break rooms and offices can get uncomfortable if the AC doesn't work." "Until of course temperature here breaks the laws of physics like the constant darkness seems to." she was referring to how the darkness seemed to be constantly the same, allowing them to see even in places where realistically speaking, it should be too dark to see anything. She looked around to see what Oliver meant, and would change course towards the potential residential area. "A neighborhood would also be a good source for potential transport, I'm still thinking that couple of bicycles would be good to get, lot faster than walking, without the worry about fuel."

OOC: It was night, sound of sirens could be heard as smoke rose to the sky in the distance, Jenna was running as fast as she could, holding her black backpack on one of her shoulders with one hand while holding her other hand against her side. She was injured and tired, and she was amazed she had gotten away with so little, after all she should have been dead after a fight with a Viper. She collapsed on her knees and breathed heavily, Damn this body, how can humans even live with pain tolerance this low, she couldn't continue too much longer, she needed to tend her wounds and rest, but she didn't have place to go. Jenna wasn't what she seemed like at first glance, because though she looked and normally acted like any girl at her age, she wasn't just any girl, in fact, she wasn't even a human, she was a dragon, she was just disguised as a human. But she was nothing out of the ordinary, in fact, there was countless dragons living among humans, hiding in plain sight, and most of them belonged to a huge organization called Talon that had been established long time ago to save dragons from extinction in hands of The Order of St. George, organization of dragon hunters. But not everyone wanted to be part of Talon, and Jenna was one of them, but Talon didn't like those who didn't follow their rules, thus Jenna had just had her first encounter with a Viper. Vipers were what Talon called their assassins, they skilled killers who were feared by every dragon and human who knew about them, and it was pure luck that Jenna had survived the encounter with relatively small injuries. Jenna looked around here, there was no abandoned buildings around, but she would need to find a hiding place, she scanned through the area and noticed that one of the houses had still lights on, she pushed herself up and started walking towards the house, I guess I have to rely on good ol' human kindness, I just need to make sure they don't call anyone. She stopped in front of the door and looked behind her to check nobody had followed her, she then turned back towards the door and rang the doorbell. She let her fear show on her face, knowing that it would help to persuade the human to let her in.

OOC: It was sunny Friday afternoon and last of the classes for the week had ended, Jenna was standing outside the main entrance of the school listening music through her headphones and playing with a coin she had found from bottom of her leather jacket's pocked (1, 2, 3, 4,). She was bored, and didn't have any plans for the day, or for the whole weekend in that matter, and was killing time as she was trying to come up with something to do, but it was nothing new, because while everyone else in her age group were hanging with friends and or partying, she was usually alone, not because nobody wanted to be with her, in fact, some people wanted too much to be with her, but because she had made the conscious effort to make them to leave her alone. It wasn't that she didn't like company, no, she just didn't like the type of people most of the choices for that were, that and there was something she didn't want to risk showing to said people.