Post by Roan on Feb 16, 2006 22:25:35 GMT -5
OOC: Alright guys, I worked REALLY hard on this for a while, its 5 pages Microsoft Word. The reason Im putting it in Fanfiction is that Im not sure it is going to possiblely work. IF I get a consensus that this indeed would work, I will posted it IC, because Ive never loved a post or an idea of mine so much. Please send comments, and if any of the admins or the Transfiguration Teacher 'ok' it, Im making this an IC post for Roan. Enjoy her experiment!
BIC:Everyone said you shouldn’t mess with forces bigger then you, the force always won. Well Roan wasn’t much of a person to listen to everyone, and often messed with things that were high above her skill. And the effort was always rewarded with some consequence, either good or bad. Well, she was about to learn the lesson today again, but what would the outcome be? It was just after lunch on a sunny day when Roan Aliagh made for corner of the library, a large and heavy bag slung over her shoulder. There was a table under the window that she wanted to be at, the shades pulled back revealing the pale winter sun’s rays on the large wooden structure. Perfect, it was isolated, many people had a class after lunch, but she had about an hour and a half free. The magic she wanted to do wasn’t the best thing to perform under the watchful eyes of another person. Someone could get hurt, and she could get in a lot of trouble. The lesson had been taught in Transfiguration, but that didn’t mean it was ok to do it outside of the classroom setting. Plus, the topic wasn’t exactly normal, and wasn’t exactly practicing a charm. It was practicing Aedificium Edificium Circles, an alchemy tool. And the plan had been carefully sketched out and looked at, reviewed and drawn, everything planned down to a tee, to create the model Roan wanted to create. The inspiration had come from a Care of Magical Creatures class, where they had attended to miniature dragons. Dragons.
The ‘Puff placed her heavy bag on the table with a loud thump, and she looked around to make sure there was nobody there. When she was certain she was alone, the girl started her work. First out of the bag was a large piece of chalk and a ruler. The circles had to be in a perfect six to one ratio down to the millimeter, no problem; it only took her a couple tries to the two circles, one very large and reaching to the edge of the table. Taking her measurements several times to make sure they were correct, Roan took a deep breath and set the chalk and the ruler on the ground next to the leg of the table. The first part was done, now for getting out the materials she wanted to use. With this type of alchemy circle, all the materials had to be there. It hadn’t taken much to procure the things she needed; they were used in magic all the time. Candles came out, pale white wax on a small golden stand. It was unused, never been lit, and she put them out there solely for the point of having flame in the circle. Also that came out were small blocks of pure black onyx, expensive, but worth what she wanted to do. Another small block of a rosy stone she had gotten purely for its color was placed neatly in the circle, leaving room for the last material she had gathered, the most important. It took two hands for Roan to pull out the large block of copper that was in the bag, and took a few seconds to move it to the tabletop, making sure it didn’t collapse the structure. Where would she be if no magic was done, and she had to pay for a table? Everything was placed in a neat order in the circle, and Roan had to look over everything and make sure no material was left out. The girl was silent, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. “Incendio” She whispered to each of the candle sticks, lighting them with flame.
When she was sure everything was there, she sighed again and looked outside. An hour and a half to do this magic that was sure to be more difficult then making a simple glass rose. But it would be a test of Roan’s skill. The task today was to make a dragon; she wanted it to be extremely realistic, so that if someone were to look at it, they would think a living, breathing creature stood in front of them. Of course it wouldn’t be alive, but it would look it. It would be made of copper, and she would take a long time to make sure each detail was thought of. The onyx would make the eyes and the rosy tongue the stone. The fire was purely there to make it warm, give it a more living aura. Plus, even if she feared the element, having it near her seemed to calm her and remind her what she was these days. It was welcome. A few minutes later, Roan found a chair, and pulled it up to the table, hazel eyes scanning her materials one last time, before shaky small hands went to the edge of her chalk circle, making sure not to smudge it as they were gently placed down. One last look and she remembered what Professor Hathaway had told them about the circle, what the text had portrayed. She would have to think of every single tiny detail in her mind, and then when she was done, it would give her creation a form using the materials inside of the circle. “Let’s begin…” She said quietly, closing her hazel eyes and taking a deep breath, practically throwing herself into the magic.
The first thing her mind pictured was the head, the most difficult part of the dragon to make. Particle by particle it formed in her mind. The coppery scales throwing off the shine as if it had been polished, two slits for the nose, and a proud mouth open showing off a multitude of tiny teeth that were razor sharp. The teeth of a carnivore that ate meat and hunted. Its eyes were open, black and unforgiving, betraying a mystery and a hope and warmth at the same time. Each tiny copper scale was formed as well, giving the head the same armor that the body had. Two tiny slits were also made at the side of the head; those were the ears that a dragon would hear with. The tongue gently was placed inside the mouth, thin like a snakes, and yet wider with no fork in it. If someone had stuck a finger in the mouth of the copper dragon, they would find that it went a ways in to create a throat. No detail was spared on the head, the most majestic part of the body of a dragon, for each of the creatures was unique, and this often gave it that meaning. After turning the body part around and around in her mind again, she finally decided she could begin forming another part of the copper beast. Sharp scales appeared at the back of the dragon’s head, and started to form the neck, slender and long, with gentle scales on each. Inside the form of the copper, the throat was continued, and an actual bone structure was starting to appear in the girl’s mind, like a ghost under the scales, shimmering gold. It also went into the head, but Roan didn’t notice, she was gleeful and amazed at what she was creating, and couldn’t wait to see it real and there in front of her, not just in the black depths of her mind.
Outside, the chalk circle was glowing and throwing off heat. It wasn’t getting bad yet, the girl was still too early in on the spell, and it seemed to know her true intentions. This magic, creating the dragon out of copper, wasn’t as hard as what her mind would bring her to do soon enough. Now that the neck was done, she continued onto the body. Once again coppery scales that looked like they had been shined were created, and the body was made muscular, and you could even see the signs of muscle underneath the scales. Hard bones, strong, but made for flight were appearing in a sparkle under its flesh. And all the organs were there as well. The heart, beating gently, the lungs and liver and stomach, and everything else as well. It amazed Roan again how far her mind was going, it was like she had no control with it. In fact, if she had wanted to, she couldn’t wrest herself from the magic that was being done. Veins faintly dappled the scales, barely making a show, and you would have to look closely to even see them. The girl imagined blood, she didn’t know what kind of blood yet, but some form of it pumping through the veins and giving her copper dragon life. Just the thought made Roan giddy and actually chuckle out in real life where there were lines being created on her hands from the circle. Nobody was in the library yet, so nobody could have seen her. Nobody could have noticed she was at this dragon for far too long, using magic no 5th year girl should have been using. No, instead the ‘Puff went further into her creation, making it stronger, imagining it pure and brave, a creature of royalty and majesty, an icon among predators and creatures of that such.
The next part sprouted from the shoulders of the creature, clearly defined. This was a hard part, but essential to a prideful dragon. The wings that would take a normal creature into flight. It was hard to make with copper, but Roan imagined each appendage to be thin, with thicker pieces to be the supporting structures of the flight-bringers. Copper as thin as paper, but strong like the metal made up the pieces between the supports. Small claws were created at the end of the wings. These limbs would not bring a real dragon to flight, but this dragon of hers wasn’t alive or real, so it wouldn’t matter. The wings jutted out and were spread open in a flight position, as if it were crouching down on the ground, its mouth slightly open, and ready to take to the open skies. The wings just added a part to the dragon that made it seem more real, more alive.
Now she moved on to the limbs. The legs were each given a distinct two parts, and a knee of sorts to let them hinge. It never occurred to her that an inanimate object didn’t need knees to hinge, but she was having far too much fun and was far to interested to care. Sinewy muscle decorated bones that were forming, and the copper indented slightly in her minds eye to create even more scales. Then it moved down to each foot, taking time with them. A full 20 minutes had passed she was in this magic. Each finger was long, and ended in a sharp claw that seemed to be gold, why was she seeing gold? But she fed them sharp and intimidating, weapons for a meat eater and a fighter. The legs were connected to the body in the proper way, and would be able to move even if the creature wasn’t alive, giving her creation more interesting qualities. There was something else foreign to it as well as Roan went along, but she couldn’t quite place it. Ignoring the odd feeling about her creation, she moved on to the last part, the tail. This she made the length of the body, studded with scales and, and ending without barbs thankfully, curling gently around the dragon’s body. For a moment Roan pulled away from her creation. It was beautiful, and she kept it in her minds eye, rotating it, taking in each breathtaking piece of her imagination. The copper was beautiful, and she knew she chose right by making that the metal the dragon would be formed of. Each limb, each centimeter of its body was detailed perfectly, down to the tiny scales that formed its skin, and the thick copper pieces that were its muscle. Veins and bones and claws of gold shined brightly in her eyes. The dark orbs that were the dragon’s eyes were foreboding, and betrayed wisdom and a playful energy. It was as if it was real, and alas it wasn’t, at least, not yet. Roan was ready to let go of her magic, to let the circle create it now. But then something harsh tugged at her mind, and she began to think of the creature in more detail. She began to think of its mind. And the problem that started this all? The pure heat created by the circles, and the flames heat from the candles triggering her memory.
Instead now of pouring thought into its physical mind, she put something else into it. Roan’s own emotions poured into each sinew of its body. She gave it the love of the warm places of the earth. The sun, and open fireplace, volcanoes, kitchens, everything she could think of she poured into its veins, making fire its blood that fed its body and gave it a bit more life. And fire fed passion and determination, and an overall fiery nature that would make it unruly and defying. But there was another part of the ‘Puff that was fed into it, a warning. The dragon was made of copper, and copper could melt. Her fear of the element coming in direct contact with her skin also went along with the desire for warmth, warning the creature and giving it instinct, and a fear of letting the flames of anything touch it and melt away its beautiful scales. That wasn’t all that was given to this creation. The girls mind gained more imagination, and she thought of many many things. Of the habits she had learned of dragons, the natures of their kind and the love of a hunt. Their pride of being superior beings, and the grace that came from their forms. Her heart fed the coppery muscles pure strength, and she could actually see them flex in her mind. Her pure joy she found in storms was also given to the copper being, making its mind sigh with hope. The dragon wanted to spread its wings on a torrent of wind and take to the blue skies, or even the stormy skies. It wanted to dance between lightning strikes, and tempt danger. The strength of storms and the fury and passion and just pure fear it instilled was hammered into the muscles of the dragon.
The next part that went in balanced the fierce and wild nature the dragon was placing in. Though Roan reveled in storms, and adored their pure power, she also fed in the love of knowledge. When she thought of calm, someone came to mind. Rezna’s caring face, and the kindness and patience that she used were just a light in her mind, and therefore, a light in the dragon’s mind. It remembered the fair haired girl, and a bit of her love and patience went into the creature to balance it. And to get rid of the seriousness of a wild animal, the playful face of Aylen Hawkins’s fixed in her mind, and the dragon’s. It couldn’t become playful, but it did get a taste for mischief, and pranks, and laughter. The creature was becoming so real in her mind, Roan was losing complete control over the circle and the magic, but she poured all of her memories into it. Over the course of a half hour, she poured in every drop of emotion and strength, and will to live into her creation, until in her minds eye there wasn’t an inanimate object. Oh know, there was a living breathing creature. Winds from nature were its breath, fire was its blood, and from the loving and tender kindness that Roan had given to and the time, it had gained a wide range of emotions and knowledge. She had thought up a living creature, and her mind relaxed. Finally, on the outside, the circle was a blinding white light, its form burning welts into her hands. She pushed down on the circle and released a long and very drawn out breath, and there was a flash of light, and Roan opened her eyes, the long magic done and leaving her mouth dry and her head spinning for a moment. When she focused, her hazel eyes eagerly looked at the table to see her creation, and she gave a happy sigh when she saw what awaited her.
A dragon’s form, the size of a small cat was crouched there on the wood, all the excess material off from the side, but all there was was copper. No candles or candleholders, odd, because they weren’t a part of the product. It was sitting in its take-off position, and seemed so real. Real enough that the ‘Puff reached out to touch it, only to tear her hand back and almost scream in surprise. It had taken a breath. “No….oh no…oh my god!” She said surprisingly, jumping from her chair. It couldn’t be real, it couldn’t be alive. It all had to be in her imagination. But no, it didn’t just breathe, it yawned! And the onyx eyes blinked before looking up at the girl, curiosity spilling out from ever single centimeter of the stone. Roan had imagined a living and breathing creature, and that is what she had gotten, not some statue. But how could that had happened? The girl was tempted to back away from the creature, but instead she was pale with shock, her hands going to fold in her light black robes. “What…what…” She uttered again and again, not able to do anything but stare at her creation. It gave another yawn and stood up on its hind legs, revealing its dull copper stomach where the rest of its body was shiny. In fact, it was more then shiny, it seemed to glow. Narrowing her eyes, the ‘Puff noticed that indeed it was glowing in a way. The fire that was its blood illuminated the surface a little, making her more then naturally shiny. The dragon blinked and folded its front claws together a bit, cocking its head to the side and looking at Roan. It flexed its wings but didn’t take its curious eyes from the girl.
Timidly, the Prefect got hold of herself and reached out timidly to the reptile with a very shaky hand, still shocked at what was in front of her. Two small paws went out to grab the human hand, and with surprising strength, pull it towards it. The golden claws were gentle as the dragon inspected each inch of her skin with black eyes, seemed to be studying her. Roan just quivered, but watched with amazement that she had created this marvelous and absolutely beautiful creature. A god, or goddess, among dragons. But then again, had there ever been a copper dragon before? She moved closer and took her other hand and moved it over the dragon’s head a moment, feeling the bumps the scales made on her skin. “This cannot be real…” She whispered quietly. But the dragon was breathing; its golden heart made from the metal of the candlestick was beating out fire through its veins. “How are you even alive?” She asked it as it let go of its hand. Small teeth playfully nipped at her hand before the dragon looked into Roan’s eyes. It shocked the girl what she saw, the wisdom of years, the wisdom of a human and the instincts of an animal, this was a very smart dragon. It gave a croak, and the girl wondered how it even made sound. “What did I do…”
Over the next ten minutes the girl let the dragon walk around the circles on the table as it silently inspected the crevices in the wood on the structure, as she watched with a jaw hanging open. This magic was powerful, and she had focused far too much. Now what was she going to do with a living copper dragon, with fire for blood, and a very smart mind. Roan gave a sigh and touched its bumpy scales again thinking to herself in shock what to do with what she had done.
OOC: -big smile- I REALLY want to post this IC, so if anyone could give me feedback here...
BIC:Everyone said you shouldn’t mess with forces bigger then you, the force always won. Well Roan wasn’t much of a person to listen to everyone, and often messed with things that were high above her skill. And the effort was always rewarded with some consequence, either good or bad. Well, she was about to learn the lesson today again, but what would the outcome be? It was just after lunch on a sunny day when Roan Aliagh made for corner of the library, a large and heavy bag slung over her shoulder. There was a table under the window that she wanted to be at, the shades pulled back revealing the pale winter sun’s rays on the large wooden structure. Perfect, it was isolated, many people had a class after lunch, but she had about an hour and a half free. The magic she wanted to do wasn’t the best thing to perform under the watchful eyes of another person. Someone could get hurt, and she could get in a lot of trouble. The lesson had been taught in Transfiguration, but that didn’t mean it was ok to do it outside of the classroom setting. Plus, the topic wasn’t exactly normal, and wasn’t exactly practicing a charm. It was practicing Aedificium Edificium Circles, an alchemy tool. And the plan had been carefully sketched out and looked at, reviewed and drawn, everything planned down to a tee, to create the model Roan wanted to create. The inspiration had come from a Care of Magical Creatures class, where they had attended to miniature dragons. Dragons.
The ‘Puff placed her heavy bag on the table with a loud thump, and she looked around to make sure there was nobody there. When she was certain she was alone, the girl started her work. First out of the bag was a large piece of chalk and a ruler. The circles had to be in a perfect six to one ratio down to the millimeter, no problem; it only took her a couple tries to the two circles, one very large and reaching to the edge of the table. Taking her measurements several times to make sure they were correct, Roan took a deep breath and set the chalk and the ruler on the ground next to the leg of the table. The first part was done, now for getting out the materials she wanted to use. With this type of alchemy circle, all the materials had to be there. It hadn’t taken much to procure the things she needed; they were used in magic all the time. Candles came out, pale white wax on a small golden stand. It was unused, never been lit, and she put them out there solely for the point of having flame in the circle. Also that came out were small blocks of pure black onyx, expensive, but worth what she wanted to do. Another small block of a rosy stone she had gotten purely for its color was placed neatly in the circle, leaving room for the last material she had gathered, the most important. It took two hands for Roan to pull out the large block of copper that was in the bag, and took a few seconds to move it to the tabletop, making sure it didn’t collapse the structure. Where would she be if no magic was done, and she had to pay for a table? Everything was placed in a neat order in the circle, and Roan had to look over everything and make sure no material was left out. The girl was silent, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. “Incendio” She whispered to each of the candle sticks, lighting them with flame.
When she was sure everything was there, she sighed again and looked outside. An hour and a half to do this magic that was sure to be more difficult then making a simple glass rose. But it would be a test of Roan’s skill. The task today was to make a dragon; she wanted it to be extremely realistic, so that if someone were to look at it, they would think a living, breathing creature stood in front of them. Of course it wouldn’t be alive, but it would look it. It would be made of copper, and she would take a long time to make sure each detail was thought of. The onyx would make the eyes and the rosy tongue the stone. The fire was purely there to make it warm, give it a more living aura. Plus, even if she feared the element, having it near her seemed to calm her and remind her what she was these days. It was welcome. A few minutes later, Roan found a chair, and pulled it up to the table, hazel eyes scanning her materials one last time, before shaky small hands went to the edge of her chalk circle, making sure not to smudge it as they were gently placed down. One last look and she remembered what Professor Hathaway had told them about the circle, what the text had portrayed. She would have to think of every single tiny detail in her mind, and then when she was done, it would give her creation a form using the materials inside of the circle. “Let’s begin…” She said quietly, closing her hazel eyes and taking a deep breath, practically throwing herself into the magic.
The first thing her mind pictured was the head, the most difficult part of the dragon to make. Particle by particle it formed in her mind. The coppery scales throwing off the shine as if it had been polished, two slits for the nose, and a proud mouth open showing off a multitude of tiny teeth that were razor sharp. The teeth of a carnivore that ate meat and hunted. Its eyes were open, black and unforgiving, betraying a mystery and a hope and warmth at the same time. Each tiny copper scale was formed as well, giving the head the same armor that the body had. Two tiny slits were also made at the side of the head; those were the ears that a dragon would hear with. The tongue gently was placed inside the mouth, thin like a snakes, and yet wider with no fork in it. If someone had stuck a finger in the mouth of the copper dragon, they would find that it went a ways in to create a throat. No detail was spared on the head, the most majestic part of the body of a dragon, for each of the creatures was unique, and this often gave it that meaning. After turning the body part around and around in her mind again, she finally decided she could begin forming another part of the copper beast. Sharp scales appeared at the back of the dragon’s head, and started to form the neck, slender and long, with gentle scales on each. Inside the form of the copper, the throat was continued, and an actual bone structure was starting to appear in the girl’s mind, like a ghost under the scales, shimmering gold. It also went into the head, but Roan didn’t notice, she was gleeful and amazed at what she was creating, and couldn’t wait to see it real and there in front of her, not just in the black depths of her mind.
Outside, the chalk circle was glowing and throwing off heat. It wasn’t getting bad yet, the girl was still too early in on the spell, and it seemed to know her true intentions. This magic, creating the dragon out of copper, wasn’t as hard as what her mind would bring her to do soon enough. Now that the neck was done, she continued onto the body. Once again coppery scales that looked like they had been shined were created, and the body was made muscular, and you could even see the signs of muscle underneath the scales. Hard bones, strong, but made for flight were appearing in a sparkle under its flesh. And all the organs were there as well. The heart, beating gently, the lungs and liver and stomach, and everything else as well. It amazed Roan again how far her mind was going, it was like she had no control with it. In fact, if she had wanted to, she couldn’t wrest herself from the magic that was being done. Veins faintly dappled the scales, barely making a show, and you would have to look closely to even see them. The girl imagined blood, she didn’t know what kind of blood yet, but some form of it pumping through the veins and giving her copper dragon life. Just the thought made Roan giddy and actually chuckle out in real life where there were lines being created on her hands from the circle. Nobody was in the library yet, so nobody could have seen her. Nobody could have noticed she was at this dragon for far too long, using magic no 5th year girl should have been using. No, instead the ‘Puff went further into her creation, making it stronger, imagining it pure and brave, a creature of royalty and majesty, an icon among predators and creatures of that such.
The next part sprouted from the shoulders of the creature, clearly defined. This was a hard part, but essential to a prideful dragon. The wings that would take a normal creature into flight. It was hard to make with copper, but Roan imagined each appendage to be thin, with thicker pieces to be the supporting structures of the flight-bringers. Copper as thin as paper, but strong like the metal made up the pieces between the supports. Small claws were created at the end of the wings. These limbs would not bring a real dragon to flight, but this dragon of hers wasn’t alive or real, so it wouldn’t matter. The wings jutted out and were spread open in a flight position, as if it were crouching down on the ground, its mouth slightly open, and ready to take to the open skies. The wings just added a part to the dragon that made it seem more real, more alive.
Now she moved on to the limbs. The legs were each given a distinct two parts, and a knee of sorts to let them hinge. It never occurred to her that an inanimate object didn’t need knees to hinge, but she was having far too much fun and was far to interested to care. Sinewy muscle decorated bones that were forming, and the copper indented slightly in her minds eye to create even more scales. Then it moved down to each foot, taking time with them. A full 20 minutes had passed she was in this magic. Each finger was long, and ended in a sharp claw that seemed to be gold, why was she seeing gold? But she fed them sharp and intimidating, weapons for a meat eater and a fighter. The legs were connected to the body in the proper way, and would be able to move even if the creature wasn’t alive, giving her creation more interesting qualities. There was something else foreign to it as well as Roan went along, but she couldn’t quite place it. Ignoring the odd feeling about her creation, she moved on to the last part, the tail. This she made the length of the body, studded with scales and, and ending without barbs thankfully, curling gently around the dragon’s body. For a moment Roan pulled away from her creation. It was beautiful, and she kept it in her minds eye, rotating it, taking in each breathtaking piece of her imagination. The copper was beautiful, and she knew she chose right by making that the metal the dragon would be formed of. Each limb, each centimeter of its body was detailed perfectly, down to the tiny scales that formed its skin, and the thick copper pieces that were its muscle. Veins and bones and claws of gold shined brightly in her eyes. The dark orbs that were the dragon’s eyes were foreboding, and betrayed wisdom and a playful energy. It was as if it was real, and alas it wasn’t, at least, not yet. Roan was ready to let go of her magic, to let the circle create it now. But then something harsh tugged at her mind, and she began to think of the creature in more detail. She began to think of its mind. And the problem that started this all? The pure heat created by the circles, and the flames heat from the candles triggering her memory.
Instead now of pouring thought into its physical mind, she put something else into it. Roan’s own emotions poured into each sinew of its body. She gave it the love of the warm places of the earth. The sun, and open fireplace, volcanoes, kitchens, everything she could think of she poured into its veins, making fire its blood that fed its body and gave it a bit more life. And fire fed passion and determination, and an overall fiery nature that would make it unruly and defying. But there was another part of the ‘Puff that was fed into it, a warning. The dragon was made of copper, and copper could melt. Her fear of the element coming in direct contact with her skin also went along with the desire for warmth, warning the creature and giving it instinct, and a fear of letting the flames of anything touch it and melt away its beautiful scales. That wasn’t all that was given to this creation. The girls mind gained more imagination, and she thought of many many things. Of the habits she had learned of dragons, the natures of their kind and the love of a hunt. Their pride of being superior beings, and the grace that came from their forms. Her heart fed the coppery muscles pure strength, and she could actually see them flex in her mind. Her pure joy she found in storms was also given to the copper being, making its mind sigh with hope. The dragon wanted to spread its wings on a torrent of wind and take to the blue skies, or even the stormy skies. It wanted to dance between lightning strikes, and tempt danger. The strength of storms and the fury and passion and just pure fear it instilled was hammered into the muscles of the dragon.
The next part that went in balanced the fierce and wild nature the dragon was placing in. Though Roan reveled in storms, and adored their pure power, she also fed in the love of knowledge. When she thought of calm, someone came to mind. Rezna’s caring face, and the kindness and patience that she used were just a light in her mind, and therefore, a light in the dragon’s mind. It remembered the fair haired girl, and a bit of her love and patience went into the creature to balance it. And to get rid of the seriousness of a wild animal, the playful face of Aylen Hawkins’s fixed in her mind, and the dragon’s. It couldn’t become playful, but it did get a taste for mischief, and pranks, and laughter. The creature was becoming so real in her mind, Roan was losing complete control over the circle and the magic, but she poured all of her memories into it. Over the course of a half hour, she poured in every drop of emotion and strength, and will to live into her creation, until in her minds eye there wasn’t an inanimate object. Oh know, there was a living breathing creature. Winds from nature were its breath, fire was its blood, and from the loving and tender kindness that Roan had given to and the time, it had gained a wide range of emotions and knowledge. She had thought up a living creature, and her mind relaxed. Finally, on the outside, the circle was a blinding white light, its form burning welts into her hands. She pushed down on the circle and released a long and very drawn out breath, and there was a flash of light, and Roan opened her eyes, the long magic done and leaving her mouth dry and her head spinning for a moment. When she focused, her hazel eyes eagerly looked at the table to see her creation, and she gave a happy sigh when she saw what awaited her.
A dragon’s form, the size of a small cat was crouched there on the wood, all the excess material off from the side, but all there was was copper. No candles or candleholders, odd, because they weren’t a part of the product. It was sitting in its take-off position, and seemed so real. Real enough that the ‘Puff reached out to touch it, only to tear her hand back and almost scream in surprise. It had taken a breath. “No….oh no…oh my god!” She said surprisingly, jumping from her chair. It couldn’t be real, it couldn’t be alive. It all had to be in her imagination. But no, it didn’t just breathe, it yawned! And the onyx eyes blinked before looking up at the girl, curiosity spilling out from ever single centimeter of the stone. Roan had imagined a living and breathing creature, and that is what she had gotten, not some statue. But how could that had happened? The girl was tempted to back away from the creature, but instead she was pale with shock, her hands going to fold in her light black robes. “What…what…” She uttered again and again, not able to do anything but stare at her creation. It gave another yawn and stood up on its hind legs, revealing its dull copper stomach where the rest of its body was shiny. In fact, it was more then shiny, it seemed to glow. Narrowing her eyes, the ‘Puff noticed that indeed it was glowing in a way. The fire that was its blood illuminated the surface a little, making her more then naturally shiny. The dragon blinked and folded its front claws together a bit, cocking its head to the side and looking at Roan. It flexed its wings but didn’t take its curious eyes from the girl.
Timidly, the Prefect got hold of herself and reached out timidly to the reptile with a very shaky hand, still shocked at what was in front of her. Two small paws went out to grab the human hand, and with surprising strength, pull it towards it. The golden claws were gentle as the dragon inspected each inch of her skin with black eyes, seemed to be studying her. Roan just quivered, but watched with amazement that she had created this marvelous and absolutely beautiful creature. A god, or goddess, among dragons. But then again, had there ever been a copper dragon before? She moved closer and took her other hand and moved it over the dragon’s head a moment, feeling the bumps the scales made on her skin. “This cannot be real…” She whispered quietly. But the dragon was breathing; its golden heart made from the metal of the candlestick was beating out fire through its veins. “How are you even alive?” She asked it as it let go of its hand. Small teeth playfully nipped at her hand before the dragon looked into Roan’s eyes. It shocked the girl what she saw, the wisdom of years, the wisdom of a human and the instincts of an animal, this was a very smart dragon. It gave a croak, and the girl wondered how it even made sound. “What did I do…”
Over the next ten minutes the girl let the dragon walk around the circles on the table as it silently inspected the crevices in the wood on the structure, as she watched with a jaw hanging open. This magic was powerful, and she had focused far too much. Now what was she going to do with a living copper dragon, with fire for blood, and a very smart mind. Roan gave a sigh and touched its bumpy scales again thinking to herself in shock what to do with what she had done.
OOC: -big smile- I REALLY want to post this IC, so if anyone could give me feedback here...