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rainbowfic2017-08-05 05:30 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2017-08-05 05:30 pm
Metallic Gold #7, Kingfisher blue #1, Golden Globe #3
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Thunder
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Metallic Gold #7. skill, Kingfisher Blue #1. 管他三七二十一: don’t care if three times seven is twenty-one (throwing caution to the wind), Golden Globe #3. You can't handle the truth!
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Short Films), photography, watercolors
Word Count: 179
Rating: R
Characters: Dallu
Warnings: War, violence, brief reference to blood-magic and blood-mage stigma.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
People don't often speak of the dangers posed by the lightning-mages, locked away in the icy wilds of the North. They are simply known as navigators, weather-weavers, easing passage for their Island allies and friends.
Dallu is no exception. Like his kin who have also made the trip south, he has been taught and admonished to maintain this facade--both because the Elders do not want blood on their children's hands, and because they do not want their people to be feared, like the blood-mages of Heartwood, or exploited for other nations' ambitions.
And he has kept to the rules, all these years. He's been tempted, of course--for noble reasons, and for petty ones, and for simple practicality. But he understands the reasons for restraint. And he's a good man. He doesn't want that kind of blood on his hands, either.
But this is war.
And his ship is dying.
And his Captain--his beloved--is in pain.
He feels the subtle shifts and charges in the air, and reaches out his hand, and calls the lightning down.
Story: Thunder
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Metallic Gold #7. skill, Kingfisher Blue #1. 管他三七二十一: don’t care if three times seven is twenty-one (throwing caution to the wind), Golden Globe #3. You can't handle the truth!
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Short Films), photography, watercolors
Word Count: 179
Rating: R
Characters: Dallu
Warnings: War, violence, brief reference to blood-magic and blood-mage stigma.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
People don't often speak of the dangers posed by the lightning-mages, locked away in the icy wilds of the North. They are simply known as navigators, weather-weavers, easing passage for their Island allies and friends.
Dallu is no exception. Like his kin who have also made the trip south, he has been taught and admonished to maintain this facade--both because the Elders do not want blood on their children's hands, and because they do not want their people to be feared, like the blood-mages of Heartwood, or exploited for other nations' ambitions.
And he has kept to the rules, all these years. He's been tempted, of course--for noble reasons, and for petty ones, and for simple practicality. But he understands the reasons for restraint. And he's a good man. He doesn't want that kind of blood on his hands, either.
But this is war.
And his ship is dying.
And his Captain--his beloved--is in pain.
He feels the subtle shifts and charges in the air, and reaches out his hand, and calls the lightning down.
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