stardustreverie

What You Get When the Stars Collide

21yo plural autism, trans girl, professional internet weirdo, late blooming theater kid, video editor, occasional musicker, voice actress in progress, still learning about stuff
emily subsystem will probably be main posters

🐐 - goatmily / emily delta
🍁 - catmily / emily tau
🪐 - omicron(?)

💜 - josie/piece (@pieceofjosie)
🦋 - alex
🔆 - soleil
🪄 - marisa (@marisakirisame)
🖥️ - EMI (@exe-cute-able)
and many more...


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lorenziniforce
@lorenziniforce

"Your people despise me." The dragon said, in a surprisingly faint voice. "So why do you help me?"

The young hunter shrugs as she finishes dressing the dragon's ballista-wound. "Because... it doesn't seem right to let you die. You didn't do anything wrong. At least, not to my knowledge."


"I know of your people from my sire's tales. A clan of legendary hunters, to whom felling a dragon is the highest achievement. You have the opportunity to claim the dragonslayer's mantle and be honored for life and beyond in tales told for generations - and yet, you refuse it, when the beast lies helpless before you?"

The huntress sits down on a nearby rock in the forest clearing, unsheathing a wicked-sharp blade, weighted for chopping and with a handle inlaid in bone. She flips it over from side to side with her wrist, feeling it's weight and balance.

"You know, it's odd." she says. "I hunt to live, to provide, and for the joy of being in the wild. Not really for trophies for honor, unlike some of my kinsmen. But while your bones and scales could be forged into great works that keep my family fed for a generation... I look at you, and I don't see material and potential. I see a fellow hunter."

The dragon is visibly confused at this. 'A... fellow hunter?"

The huntress shrugs again. "I look on you and... I know you're a lot like me. In a way I can't quite explain. Like looking into a mirror."

The dragon's gaze turns skyward, and he remains silent for a while. He closes his eyes for a moment.

"Tell me, little one. Have you ever wanted to fly?"
The huntress is taken aback by this seemingly sudden question. She flips her knife over in her hand - running her thumb across engravings of birds and wings, wrought by her own hand years prior, as was traditional when she came of age. She's silent for a moment, hanging her head in contemplation.

"More than anything." she says, almost hesitant to admit. "Ever since I was little." She looks up, staring directly into the dragon's eyes. "How... how did you know?"

The dragon smiles a surprisingly gentle smile. "So that's what that scent was... I had a feeling there was another dragon in these lands."

The huntress stabs her knife into a log next to her and leans back, raising a leg. "Another dragon? Where?"

The dragon chuckles - a deep snarling sound.

Slowly, the huntress begins to realize something. Something deep and important. The answer to an unasked question, revealing itself.

""It's good to meet you, kin." The dragon says, his demeanor relaxing - no longer formal, but, familiar, casual. Like he's with family.

Her eyes widen, and she feels a faint warmth spread through her.

"And I promise, littleclaw - that dream of flight will come true, and sooner than you think"

And at these words, a tear runs down the young dragoness's face.


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