AC Pirates

Dec. 25th, 2018 08:55 pm
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Malik eyed his drunk and half unconscious friend with annoyance and exasperation as he reached to pull him to his feet once again. Altair listed sideways causing Malik to wonder for a moment if he was even going to manage to stay standing. It seemed so because Altair managed to regain his balance for a moment before slumping against the wall of their room.
"I told you not to keep drinking. How are you supposed to climb the rigging now?"
"I can manage just fine." Altair refuted staggering a step closer to Malik and wrapping an arm around him.
Malik wrapped his arms around the taller man and sighed rolling his eyes. He did hug Altair a little closer to him though, relieved that they'd both made it through the boarding safely, and that the taller man was healing well from their fight with the navy a week ago. Kadar would not be the only one grieved if the golden eyed man did not return one day however much Malik might deny it, and he denied it vehemently.
"Thank you... for making sure I made it back." Altair murmured, his nose pressed into Malik's hair.
Malik scowled as he realized that Altair had followed his line of thought once more. Altair had survived that fight thanks to Malik stubbornly refusing to be sent back to the ship even though Altair as the first-mate had full right to send him back. With his frustration at the event in question in mind Malik had no qualms about shoving Altair back onto his cot, his hand pressing harder than he'd actually meant to against the wound that he'd just been relieved was healing.
Altair sprawled with a sharp gasp of pain and curled on his side, his hand acting as a barrier against any other attacks. Malik tugged at Altair's wrist then lifted his shirt once he'd moved the hand. Seeing that his shove had caused it to bleed a little Malik grabbed a cloth and lightly pressed it to the injury.
"Sorry..."
"There is nothing to apologize for. Just do me a favor and wait until I finish healing before you hit me there again."
"I suppose I can do that. Just as soon as you stop making novice mistakes."
"Ah, but if I did that then what would you complain about?"
"I am sure I can think of something. Your drinking habits perhaps."
Altair laughed softly and nodded. "You do that."
Malik stood and left the room content that his friend made it safely to his bed. Pausing he glanced at the door and smiled relieved, it seemed like he would get to keep him around for a while longer still and that was more of a relief than most other thoughts he'd had recently.
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So I was thinking about possibly making a new race for a story I was working on, and well I'm not sure it will work. Even so I like them enough that I wanted to share.
So the race is called Draconians (it may change later). The people have dragon wings and some scales on their bodies. They are mostly immune to cold unless they are ill or hurt, and then it really bothers them. Some live among normal people a few keeping their wings out in the open, but most keep them bound and hidden under long coats or robes. In the cities/villages that are Draconians only, they call these havens, they keep their wings out in the open. As a whole they tend to be slightly isolationist.
Because of their dragon like features (wings, claws, stilted pupil eyes, and scales) they don't eat the same foods that humans do and usually stick to a diet of meat, fish, and fruit. Compared to humans they are stronger, and have more stamina. They burn a lot of energy flying but because of their weariness of those that are not one of them they live up on mountain tops, and other hard to reach places that it is much easier to get to by flying.
Their hierarchy is based on the colors of their wings, and the brighter and more pure the color is the higher your position is in their society for example if your wings are a muted blue and your friends are an forest green the friend would be higher in the hierarchy. The eldest of them are often made a council and when you die the next eldest takes your place to guide the younger bright winged ones.
Different wing colors like blue and red are parts of different tribes because they hold that your wing color is determined by the elements and the one that is closest to your color will guide you. Red is fire, yellow is air, green is earth, orange is life, purple is dark, blue is sky, white is light, black is death, metallic colors are really rare, and usually held as being guided by more than one element and so they are often seen as the 'kings and queens' of the tribes.
Sometimes one of the bright winged ones will leave the havens and they usually spend years out wandering learning everything they can because they know once they return to the haven they left they will be made to guide and govern the people there. Often they pick up a trade like woodworking or tailoring to benefit the haven where such arts are handed down from master to apprentice. Every Draconian knows how they will die because they have a vision when they come of age showing them what will happen. They also have a mark on their wrist that matches their true mate exactly down to the color and size, but most are content to settle for someone that they love instead of searching for their true mate.
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So in the event that Yahoo actually does the thing and closes down Tumblr I'm going to be posting a copy of my stories (read fan fiction) from there to here. So you'll have to bear with me as I try to get used to the way that things are posted here.

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