Black Snow [Open][Plot Heavy]

Dragons all over have started to feel the change. They have all started to get odd sensations, that they can't quite explain. Some barely feel it to a point the don't even know its there, while others just need to receive the right push to realize something is off. Others are well aware that something is off, but they don't know what. This is understandable.

But as the volcano known as Riamorsa erupts for the first time in over one hundred thousand years, a quiet voice in the backs of everyone's head sounds off in warning. It's almost enough to make one pause, try to remember what they were thinking about, and then just keep walking.

The ashes travel across the land, riding the wind, as it carries them to every corner of Nuira. The black snow.

(The following is the kickstarter and first official post of the sitewide plot. If you are confused as to the setting, this will take place in the woods of Layrian, possible near a small lake. Your character can be doing a patrol, wandering around, hunting. Whatever you would like. Takes place around mid afternoon.)

Tsidia was starting to get tired. It was mid afternoon, perfect time for supper. She was laying in a bush near small river in the woods of Layrian, waiting for her prey to come closer. Just a few more meters. She prepared her claws, showed off her teeth. One swift blow and... something's wrong. Suddenly her hearth rate jumps, adrenaline rushes, muscles paralyze. Something was changing. It ended as quick as it came, but the horror memories lasted for hours. Such conflicts may happen, normal for someone with such literal self-control. Sometimes internal pressure may cause the brain to act weird, except... there was no pressure. Something external must have triggered that. She needed to contact an expert on the subject. Someone she knew very well...

Okay, so maybe this wasn't so bad after all. Xash was beginning to think he actually quite fancied this place, wherever he was, exactly. It wasn't super hot like Verula, and so far, he hadn't seen a single Valeterrene or Xoyan, which, of course, was always a good sign. He didn't exactly want to end up in either of their clutches. He didn't have a good history with either tribe. Maybe that was the reason he had left in the first place. Yep....

The small dragon was running through the woods, simply enjoying the wind rushing against his scales. Something smelled off, though. It as like a weird taste on the wind. Something he certainly never had tasted before.... actually, that wasn't true. He had smelt something like this back on Shveki, when he had been a young child. He tried to remember where he had smelled it, but was soon distracted by the sound of running water.

Well, it probably wasn't too important. With a kick in his step, he darted towards the sound, soon coming upon a small stream. He gladly leaned down, taking a nice drink. When he lifted his head up again, water was dripping from his chin.

Shaking, he giggled, looking down at his reflection, "Man, I sure am skinny. When did that happen?" he asked himself absently. He had yet to taste the smell of another dragon, alarmingly close to him.

Koal, the local wyvern rogue dragon was flying overhead to no pecular goal or destination, he was pretty much a wanderer, going wherever the wind takes him.

Today was going to be an interesting day when a sudden force assault his mind, yet it vanish as quickly as it came, it made him lose control of his flying for three seconds, he quickly halts himself and hovers in mid-flight, looking around in confusion and worry. Never in his whole life has he ever felt something so strange, has he been flying for too long? was it something he ate? No matter how much he pondered, the answers won't come just by simply hovering here.

"Perhaps a drink of water will clear my mind..." Koal says as he resumes flying untill he eventually spots a running river. Tilting his wings he begins to make a slow descend down, landing with a rather loud thud.

Koal hasn't noticed the dragoness who was hiding in the bush, but he definely has noticed the other dragon who had arrived moments after him, Koal has chosen to ignore him for the time being.

Hyruu softly growls as he arrived in a clearing, spotting a circle of red grass. He had been following that prey since the morning, but it looked like he was too late. Somebody else already caught themselves a good meal.
It was unusual for Hyruu to be so far down in the forest. Normally he would already have found his count of preys and would have been on his way back up. But luck hadn't been with him, and preys were strangely scarcer than usual.
The grey furred dragon was about to walk away when he felt something extremely weird in his guts. His instincts were telling him something was about to happen, something extremely dangerous. By instinct he leapt in the nearest bush, his fur taking the color of the leaves to make him almost invisible. He spent a minute waiting and looking around, wondering what was that feeling. It had been so sudden. Visibly though there was nothing around him. Cautiously walking away, he stumbled onto a lake, where two other dragons were talking. Freezing in place, hidden in another bush, he listened to them, wondering if his feeling were linked to those dragons.

// I am just going to say that this takes place after Fate's ceremony where he becomes the new Vuari chief.

Fate soared high above the trees and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With every wing beat, he felt more stress ebb away from his thoughts and loosen his body. Just recently he had been promoted to the Vuari chief after Neru's disappearance. That in itself made him sad, as Neru had been his best and one of his only friends. But with being the new chief meant having a lot more responsibilities. That day had been especially busy for him and he was happy to excuse himself from his spot for a little while and relax. He just used the excuse that he needed to get away to patrol, which was true.

Not realizing before just how far from the tribe he had come, Fate suddenly saw just how far he had went. Just as he thought he should start making his way back, he felt a sharp pain in his head. It stayed for a moment but when away just as quickly as it had come. Losing his balance in the air and starting to fall, he quickly regained himself and hovered for a little bit. Just as the pain was disappearing, he could have sworn that he heard a soft voice that said something along the lines of warning him about an eruption or something. He shivered, not from the cold, and suddenly had a pit in his stomach. He felt that whatever had just happened must not have been a coincidence.

Fate shook his head quickly, his head feeling almost numb from the pain before. Looking down, he saw a small lake not too far, and quickly glided down and landed beside it. He immediately dipped his face in the water. It felt nice and cool on his scales. He drank some of it in, feeling it refresh him. Though it still didn't get rid of that pit in his stomach.

Lifting his head out of the water, he looked around and saw another dragon right near him. He scolded himself in his mind to remember to do that first and to make sure that he wasn't in danger next time. He was too vulnerable with his head in the water. Mentally switching his brain from Vuarish to Universal, Fate walked up to the new dragon. He was a small black dragon with light blue eyes. "Hello!" he greeted the stranger with a friendly smile to show that he meant no harm. Though he still stayed a safe distance away just in case he was hostile.

(Current posting order: Tsidia, the mind player -> Xavierr -> Koal -> Hyruu -> Fate.)

As dragons would gather nearby, they would begin to smell a strange scent, as the speed of the wind would seem to pick up. The rich scent was unlike anything anyone had smelled before. If any of the dragons had ever smelled the smolders of a fire, it would smell similar to that, except it was much more potent. It would have an odd flavor to it. Something that no one would quite be able to place their claw on. The smell would have a hint of the ocean breeze on it, and smelled of molten rock, had any of the dragons smelt that before.

It was hard to describe the smell to a dragon that had never experienced this kind of stuff before. The only real way to describe it was... rich. Like a very bitter fruit, or something along the lines of that.

Tsidia watched the rising traffic around her, mapping nearby terrain in silence, looking for someone who would seem like he knows what's going on. She was about to step out of her cover, when the wind brought a "dense scent" as she described it. She could almost taste it. A drift easy to catch, yet unfamiliar to her. So close, but out of her reach. She may have dreamed of it, the smell of death itself, spreading across all life, a warning before the ultimate. That correlation in her mind was too strong for her to ignore. She had to act. And she had to start right now. She walked vulnerable into plain sight by the river, exposing her lightly injured neck, in attempt to signalize she's not a threat, and gain attention. "I'm not sure if we all share the feeling, but the smell can't be an illusion. A change is coming in our direction, and I dare to say it's a big one. Whatever it is, if we want to survive, we have to go through it as one, working together, even with those we would rather not." - She looked around to see if anybody was listening to her speech, and sat down with a small, inspired smile. "Any ideas?"

(Just fyi, I'm going to say this takes place after your roleplay, Tsidia. So that means Xash would recognize you.)

Xasheski continued to lap at the water, only lifting his ear up wearily when he spotted a stranger flying towards him. He became a bit on edge, watching them from a distance with caution. However, the dragon's body language displayed him to be not a threat. In fact, it didn't even look like the other dragon displayed any interest in him whatsoever. Xasheski was fine with this, and soon went back to drinking.

The water was very refreshing and thirst quenching. After he had gotten all he needed to drink, he lifted his head up, shaking it. Water droplets fell to the ground, sprinkling the area around him. Xasheski then sat down, curling his tail around his legs, and looking around for where he should go next. As a rogue, he never really had these kinds of things set in mind. And there wasn't really a rush, since it wasn't like there was anybody telling him what to do.

He was almost about to get up and head back to his little den, when another dragon, this one a wyvern, happily came up to him. At first, Xash was put a little on edge at their appearance, tucking his ears back, and getting onto his stomach. But the other dragon didn't seem to display aggression at all. In fact, they seemed the opposite. His ears would perk forward in curiosity. Man, all the dragons he had met here were so nice, he thought quietly to himself.

"U-um, hello," Xasheski would say nervously, unprepared for the outgoing personality of the other dragon. He did immediately start to get relaxed, though. Perhaps it was something about the way the dragon talked. Who knows.

Suddenly, the wind picked up. And with it, came a strange scent Xasheski had never. It sort of reminded him of the embers left burning in a fire. The scent made his wings twitch. Perhaps there was a fire? He looked up at the sky nervously. Huh, the sky did seem to be a weird grayish color right now....

Something else distracted Xash from this, when another dragon threw herself into the clearing. His first shock was when he recognized the dragoness as the one who had given him food from before. His second shock was when he noticed her neck was injured. Of course, the dragoness quickly tried to get everyone's attention, and started going on about some big danger.

Honestly, what Xasheski was more worried about was the fact she was injured. He stood up slightly from his crouched position, glancing over uncertainly at the other dragoness. He wanted to call out to her, to get her attention, but at the same time, calling or walking over to her would attract a lot of attention to himself, and he wasn't keen on that.

Koal lifts his head to take a moment to look around, noticing the sudden increase in dragons, it seems to be a reacquiring thing everywhere he goes, they would always come out of no where as well. "Hello." Koal responds, although a somewhat dull expression filled with caution and curiosity.

His attention is drawn to another one speaking, claiming something about an illusion or some sort of smell. "The smell of ash is nothing new." Koal said, raising his head high in the air., taking a deep sniff. "Although I will admit, it's... stronger than usual.." Koal looks over at purple dragoness. "Although I don't see what you mean by illusion and us working together." Koal said

// BUMP Hyruu

Hyruu watched as some more dragons arrived in the clearing. It was odd, he usually wasn't seeing that many dragons during his hunt... Another dragon arrived, and Hyruu quickly recognized his leader, Fate. At first he remained on the edge. What was he doing there? And he didn't seem that cautious near all those other dragons... The camouflaged dragon remained in his bush, remaining suspicious. What he had felt just moments ago... It was putting him on the edge.
And then some other dragons arrived, one of them starting what felt like an oddly alarmist speech. Okay what he had felt was weird, but it wasn't THAT weird. But in any case, none of the dragons here seemed to mean harm. Hyruu decided to step out of his bush, first almost invisible with his camouflaged fur before he started to come back to his usual grey. He looked at the dragon that made the alarming speech, visibly doubtful.
"I have no idea what just happened, but also what you're talking about. Working together? If you say something dangerous is about to happen, I'll be protecting my hole and my mate, not running around with other dragons I barely know." the grey dragon replied.

Fate was about to hear the new dragon's reply when suddenly a dragoness appeared out of the trees and started talking. Though it was sudden, he did agree with what she said. "Yes, I do have the same feeling," he replied. Now he sniffed the air. It did have a thick scent. It filled him with worry."As for ideas," he replied to her next words, "I am the chief of the Vuari, so if something dire is coming, I should probably get back to the tribe."

Fate was about to say something else, but then another dragon appeared into the clearing. Hyruu! Good, someone from his tribe. He listened to him talk and then replied. "While I do agree with you," he started, "we should see if these dragons need shelter from whatever is coming. I have a pit in my stomach. Whatever it is, it isn't good." He then turned to the rest of the group. "So would any of you like to go back to the Vuari and take shelter there until whatever this is passes?"

Harry knew that something was wrong much earlier than others, he just didn't take it seriously, as it could be side effect of many things he's been through. That was until he was faced with influence much stronger than he could bare. It was strangely familiar, -which only made it worse- filled with huge doses of danger and mostly confusion. When it was over he noticed that Tsidia was looking for him. He threw away whatever unimportant thoughts he was having and turned to signal source. He was lucky to arrive right after someone finished talking. After taking his place next to Tsidia and having quick telepathic conversation about the event he decided to speak up, partially because he was getting bored, but most importantly because whatever that is, it could influence everyone including Tsidia. "Sorry for the sudden arrival, I had no time to waste. My name's Harry, yes I know, a weird name for a dragon. -He had to stop for a second to adjust to all the attention he was receiving and lower his character showing to absolute minimum- "Now, I'm sure that you felt it too, and that someone already announced apocalypse, other said that it's nonsense and we should go back to living our lives, so now's a good time to properly work out the problem". He was starting to get tired, but forced himself to finish his speech before anyone could interrupt him. "For now we know that something is "unusual" on the edge of "wrong", so our best strategy is to wait, and if any further signs are showing, stop playing around and start to do stuff. Unless you know a better way out that is". Now he could relax and watch. "Here. I saved your image." - he passed over to Tsidia, taking extra care to make sure nobody could hear it.

[Apologies if I interrupted anything... Just thought that it was time for Kenma to be used.]

Tickling the back of his mind was an odd sensation, its presence almost unnoticeable - but still there, like a feather tickling an unaware someone, who could feel an itch, but quite unsure of its source. This what what drove Kenma to leave his home to wander out into rogue lands, wondering if some...fresh air would help clear away the feeling. As he walked, he thought of home, already wishing to return. The white landscape that he was used to had shifted, slipping into something else completely: a dense forest, which were completely unfamiliar to him, and intimidating, the lack of an icy gale or snow causing deep unease, which rose up in him like a rising wave approaching shore, foaming white at its edges.

He walked, his legs never stopping its continuous rhythm: back, forth, back, forth, his paw pressing against the rough surface of the ground, occasionally tripping or coughing, his yellow eyes darting back and forth. He was truly starting to wonder what exactly he was doing here. Maybe it was time to head home... But he continued on, promising himself to go back if nothing interesting happened within five minutes.

Of course, as soon as the thought was fully formed, some dragons huddled around a gushing stream came into view, and Kenma thought that perhaps he wasn't to go home after all, as he slowed to a stop, his eyes fixed onto the group. There were how many? five dragons - no, six - a few steps in front of him, their backs to him. Dark-coloured scales covered three, purple of one and a reddish-orange hue of the last. He did not join, not wishing to be forced to strike up conversation, but lingered close enough to hear what they were saying, what they were discussing. They, apparently, had felt the same thing as he did...which gave him reason to stay, to hear more.