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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 7, 2006 9:17:43 GMT -5
Angel sat there looking to her daughter, Selina, as she would smile. The girl looked to be a well mix of Angel and Sate. It was funny how one would grow up.
Sitting down on the couch she would whisper soft words of encouragement. It seemed that Karan was more for sword training rather then magical.
"Take a deep breath my darling, in through your nose and out of your mouth. Control your breaths as best you can. Upon breathing in seek out your source of energy."
Knowing her daughter it would be those of wind and light. Wind because of her father, and light because of the form she had choosen when within her egg.
"Now concentrate all of that energy and imagine a sphere within ye hand.."
She then turned her attention to her son Turin, smiling to him for a moment. She would get to his sword play in a moment.
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Post by Selina Fierce on Nov 9, 2006 9:06:42 GMT -5
Looking to her mother, she took in each instruction as best she could. Never once had her Aunt Karan showed her any of this.
Taking in a deep breath as instructed she breathed out of her mouth. Closing her eyes for a moment, her source of power came from the winds and the light. A mix of her parents.
Upon finding it she slowly pulled at the source, beckoning it to come to her, but it seemed to laugh at her antics and yank itself away.
Opening her eyes she glanced to her mother, a frown upon her pretty little face.
"It seems to laugh at me."
Slightly upset.
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 9, 2006 9:10:37 GMT -5
Angel smiled seeing her daughters efforts in good use. Holding in her giggles.
"I know it does. I even had troubles when I was young. Your grandparents were good teachers, and now here I am trying to teach myweapon hating daughter.."
Laughing lightly. Sheena was weapon.. Selina was magical. It seemed to balance out in the end with her children. She wondered what Tyreal, Selina's brother, would chose in the end.
Placing her hands lightly ontop of her daughters hands, she closed her eyes.
"Try again, and this time I will be with you to help."
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Post by sheena on Nov 13, 2006 3:07:32 GMT -5
It hadn't been apparent that Sheena was around at all, until a small, golden dragon started to fly around the room. It nearly seemed like Lady, her aunt's firelizard, unless one noticed the occasioanl flicker of flame in one talon. She was testing something her mother did frequently, making herself smaller than her usual form. It was all a matter of... well... flying uncontrollably, actually. The wings were too small, the body too light, she wasn't sure how to compensate directly.
And nearly ran into a wall, freezing instead and falling with a painful seeming sound onto the floor at her brother's side. She quickly changed then, her eyes still clouded with gold as she stood, dusted off her behind, and glanced from Turin and then toward their mother and Selina. Straightened, arms crossed, and a facial expression that was anything but happy.
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 13, 2006 8:44:14 GMT -5
Her eyes slowly following Selina, and then to Sheena. Watching her daughter, yes.. she knew it was her daughter OTHERS may think it's Lady. Angel knew otherwise.
Seeing that the proportions to the dragon was wrong she would give a gentle frown, speaking softly after she turned into her usual form.
"Give the body more weight darling. Extend the wings further, and lengthen your tail for balance."
Smiling softly, Sheena would get used to it sooner then she knew. Sizing herself had taken a lot longer then it would Sheena. Angel was there to teach her children magical abilities. Their fathers would teach them combat with weapons. If anything Angel would teach them to be fierce, fearless and highly dangerous when needed.
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Post by Selina Fierce on Nov 13, 2006 8:47:36 GMT -5
Selina was still concentrating on calling upon the magic of the winds, then she sighed. Looking towards Sheena she smiled. She loved the color Sheena had chosen. Watching her sister fail in her attempt made Selina feel a bit better about her attempts of not being able to do things right.
Long brown hair seemed to fall infront of her eyes. Moving her hand up she pushed it behind her ear, she glanced to Turin, who looked to be sleeping rather then studying!
Giggling lightly she looked around at her family once more. Then she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and tried to summon a bit of wind again.
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Post by Tyreal Fierce on Nov 13, 2006 19:50:46 GMT -5
He was in his room, yawning, hanging upside down from the ceiling while reading a book. His tail was wrapped around a pole that he put up there. Being that one hand was always in its dragon form, and his tail was always out. Yellow hues looked around, noticing Turin still asleep. Selina trying to summon up magic. A brow rose, this was interesting.
He would front flip off from the pole, landing next to her. Putting that dragon claw ontop of her head. "Hey there..whatcha' doooin?" Annoying little voice added at the end. Black strands of hair falling from his shoulder. Yes, he had long hair, the only one of the boys possibly.
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Post by Selina Fierce on Nov 13, 2006 20:01:52 GMT -5
Feeling her brother hand on her head she would cry out in surprise. then she looked to him for a moment.
"What does it look like i'm doing? Mom is trying to teach me to use daddy's wind magic. It's harder then they make it look you know."
Nodding to herself she glanced to him, moving her hand up and pushing his hand away.
"Now, dork, go do your lessons before mom gets on us both for straying!"
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Post by Tyreal Fierce on Nov 13, 2006 20:09:11 GMT -5
He blinked, stratching the back of his head. Head tilting to the side. " Dad's wind magic is easy! Your just to dumb to understand it." That forever dragon hand would rise up, clicking his claws together, a soft wind would blow onto his sister's head. "See!"
Hm, training. He looked at his hand, raising a brow. "Well..I hate doing magic. I..can't turn into a dragon..so what is there left for me?" He asked her.
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Post by Turin Lothar on Nov 15, 2006 12:54:39 GMT -5
He looked to his brother for a moment, shaking his head. He had always hated that he could never be a full dragon.
"Maybe mother will find a way for you to be able to be full dragon. Didn't she do some sort of ritual for Sheena?"
Giving a shrug as he slowly opened his hand, palm facing upward, then snapping his finger. A flame appeared, but it was black and blue.. and cold like ice.
"Magic isn't that hard, but mom worked with me on it."
The males would always catch on faster since they didn't care for perfection.. the females did.
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