@"Paradox"
Argya slowly opened her eyes, allowing the sunlight to fill them as she looked at the sky. She had found this perfect spot to rest, this rocky ledge that as like…2 meters over the ground? Something between those lines. Yeah, she knew that she was dragging a bit of attention, but with so many mythical creatures in these islands, walking around without even giving two glances to the people around them, who didn’t? It wasn’t like if anyone was paying special attention to her, or at least she hadn’t noticed. Most people just shoot a glance at her before keep walking and never look at her again.
The gentle morning breeze played with her silver fur a bit. She was just lying down calmly, her powerful talons gripping the border of the rock, though she kept her claws sheathed, no need to try to dig them in the rock. Yeah, they were resistant as a diamond, so she wasn’t afraid about them losing their razor sharp proprieties, but she simply didn’t saw a true reason to do it. Her wings were loosely folded against her body and her finned tail hung limp at the side of her body. Even when resting she couldn’t help but look majestic, it wasn’t really her intention, but let’s be honest, who didn’t saw a bjartskular, a species that resembles so closely an unusually elegant and slender western dragon, and thought that it was a magnificent creature.
She was lucky though, her species had guarded their secrets so furiously since the humans betrayed them during their Middle Ages that the records of their existence had become almost completely inexistent and so, nobody knew about the colors that they owned and what they meant. In other words, she was able to be in her true form in the middle of a public place like this with nobody even suspecting that she was a princess. The perfect situation indeed.
Argya slowly opened her eyes, allowing the sunlight to fill them as she looked at the sky. She had found this perfect spot to rest, this rocky ledge that as like…2 meters over the ground? Something between those lines. Yeah, she knew that she was dragging a bit of attention, but with so many mythical creatures in these islands, walking around without even giving two glances to the people around them, who didn’t? It wasn’t like if anyone was paying special attention to her, or at least she hadn’t noticed. Most people just shoot a glance at her before keep walking and never look at her again.
The gentle morning breeze played with her silver fur a bit. She was just lying down calmly, her powerful talons gripping the border of the rock, though she kept her claws sheathed, no need to try to dig them in the rock. Yeah, they were resistant as a diamond, so she wasn’t afraid about them losing their razor sharp proprieties, but she simply didn’t saw a true reason to do it. Her wings were loosely folded against her body and her finned tail hung limp at the side of her body. Even when resting she couldn’t help but look majestic, it wasn’t really her intention, but let’s be honest, who didn’t saw a bjartskular, a species that resembles so closely an unusually elegant and slender western dragon, and thought that it was a magnificent creature.
She was lucky though, her species had guarded their secrets so furiously since the humans betrayed them during their Middle Ages that the records of their existence had become almost completely inexistent and so, nobody knew about the colors that they owned and what they meant. In other words, she was able to be in her true form in the middle of a public place like this with nobody even suspecting that she was a princess. The perfect situation indeed.