Moon´glade` n. 1. The bright reflection of the moon's light on an expanse of water.
“MOONGLADE” is a non-canon Fairy Tail rp. Our story begins in the northern continent of Giltena, more than 400 years after the “disappearance of dragons”. With a focus on the Kingdom of Valeria, a country with a deep history revolving around the Moon Dragon, you will be able to play a vital role in the development of this kingdom--unless you choose a different journey. In Giltena, revered dragons have chosen to walk among you, and villains posing as heroes litter both the royal courts and the city streets. Weary traveller, what will you bring to the kingdom? Forge your path, and push forward through a world of magic and dreams.
WATER DRAGON FEST
The portside Town of Elmina is holding their annual Water Dragon Festival in honor of the Water Dragon Waka. Water Dragon Waka is a known foodie, so there will be a cooking competition held by the city lord as well as a variety of street vendors set up to celebrate the festivities. Additionally, the royal family of Valeria will be holding a hunt in the nearby Pouring Rainforest in honor of this event. This forest is controlled terrain so they will be releasing captive beasts into it. Choose. Do you want to help or hinder with these activities? The choices are yours.
This skin was made by Pharaohleap of pixel-perfect. Moonglade is the ugly bastard child of Baby and Spade and is a Fairy Tail roleplay. A special thanks to Hiko for his contributions. Fairy Tail is created by Hiro Mashima. All images on site belong to their respective artists.
Not since he dreamed of being a Kingdom Mage as a young child did Romilda ever imagine that he would be accompanying royalty on a journey outside of the capitol. At least not this early in his career, as surely once he made a name for himself all manners of important individuals would be begging for him to lend them his aid. But for him to end up in such a position at this moment was surely some manner of mistake. He strongly suspected that whoever arranged this saw his surname and simply assumed that he was one of his siblings. Not that Romi was about to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. Instead he would seize the moment, perhaps even establishing a powerful ally in the kingdom if he played his cards right.[break][break]
Initially he would keep quiet unless spoken too. All it would take was one mistake, a simple slip of the tongue for this chance to be yanked away as the heir returned home to get himself a 'proper' companion. All he had to do for the moment was look large and imposing, something that was easy enough for a man of his size and stature. Even if he didn't have magic on his side there were likely to be few individuals who would think to mix it up with him. Or at least that was how Romilda himself viewed things.[break][break]
The more boring part of the quest would come to an end as the path they traveled would vanish to be replaced with the dry sands of the arid desert. The muscular mage would take a deep breath of the moisture starved air, his lips curling into a pleased smile as he did. "Aaaah...We've made it at last." There was a cheerful ring to his voice as he reached into his satchel, pulling out a long strip of black cloth. Thick arms reached up to wrap the length around his head as he pulled up his long flowing locks, binding them to his head in an effort to keep them from his neck. There were few things less comfortable than hair sticking to the back of his neck.[break][break]
"I hope you're ready for this sort of heat, your highness. I know I am." In one fluid motion Romilda would thrust his arms backwards, causing the delicate silk shirt that once covered him to slip from his body as if it were a frictionless surface. It would be held in place by the cloth belt that was wrapped around his waist, causing it to drape over his rear while his upper body would be exposed to the open air. "Now that's more like it." Now feeling fully prepared for the journey ahead the shirtless rogue mage would turn to his angelic partner with a confident smile. "Care to join me? I assure you, it's quite the liberating experience."
[attr="class","soda2"]Lace holds his frame, like a mother comforts its baby, swaddled and safe. Similarly thin fabrics drape and pull over sharp hips and long slender legs, shaping an angel stuck on earth.
Theodisius pulls at a panel, readjusting it to his comfort. An umbrella, flouncing trim stitched to its lip, valiantly shields porcelain skin from the unsheathed rays of a desert sun.
Blue eyes glance at their travel companion. Big hair and big body, Theo's gaze (wide and unassuming) scrapes over its edges. "Ah, yes. We have," he concedes. His smile following the path the words laid is pin needle polite.
The majority of their trip was a comfortable silence, laid out like morning mist in the air around them. So when Romilda, a nobleman of the well established Depalo Family, practically slips out of his shirt, baring the entirety of his upper torso only to suggest Theo do the same, he was left frayed.
His head turns away (a rubber band snapping back to its original size) and a soft blush climbs his face like a trellis, blossoming on the tips of his ears and cheeks.
Hopefully the umbrella obscures his view.
"Sorry," he says, no malice detected in his voice, "skin cancer isn't one I'd like to get to know." There's a pause, a quick note to add to the barbed comment, "Be careful not to lose your shirt, please. That silk looks good on you."
Brows rose as his royal companion would turn away from his suggestion, the parasol they wielded obscuring the larger man’s view of his features. Not that it took a genius to know how he was reacting to the show being put on before him. Romilda had many people react in such a way to the sudden reveal of his perfect form, though they claimed to have different reasons. Whatever the case he was always confident that they were simply doing the only thing they could think of to avoid overindulging on his beauty.[break][break]
His confident smile would relax into calmness, a large hand moving to grasp the leather strip that made up the strap of his sheath. He always hated lugging this broad bladed greatsword around, the simple weapon clashing with the form of beauty and grace that he worked so hard to project. Perhaps he should consider investing in a more fitting weapon going forward. But maybe that was unnecessary, as it seemed that even with this tool weighing him down he had managed to make a good impression on the royal mage.[break][break]
”It does, doesn’t it? Still, such praise means much coming from lips such as yours. Now I must do everything in my power to ensure it remains in pristine condition.” A hand moved to flick a loose strand of hair in a bit of flourish only for the gesture to catch nothing but the air. Curse this headwrap and the desert that forced him to wear it. Luckily he was feeling far too confident for a minor slip to make him falter, a hand moving to rest on his hip while the other gestured toward the expanse ahead. ”Come then, Your Highness. Let us be off.”
[attr="class","soda2"]They nod once. The gesture clear in its execution, posture maintaining its rigidity. Hips sway as they move forward, deeper into the desert, heat pounding into the ground. Sand is sea, wide and expansive before them. Sweat forms in beads like condensation on crystalline glass. They race, running down flesh trying to win a prize that will never come.
With each footprint lost to the desert, fabric weighs heavier on their shoulders. Even with its light density, the layers prove to be a poor choice, as evidenced by the heat showing itself on their cheeks, ruddy and bright. Blue eyes glance at their companion, overly conscious of his presence as together they trod.
Its so hot.
"Please, if you could excuse me for a moment?" They say, a quiver pulling at their voice like plucking a string on a guitar. The parasol then descends, folding under, before it is plunged into the sand. Their body turns away from Romilda, feigning privacy. Off goes the lace poncho, the light weight vest, and the belt fastening it all together.
It leaves them bare, just nearly (mind desperately avoiding the hard angles and masculinity of their naked form). All that remains is a sheer button up top, its sleeves billowing and cuffs ruffles moving at the slightest breeze. Embarrassment mixes with the sun on their cheeks. Fabric is folded and then folded again and put in the bag slung over their narrow shoulders.
Picking up the parasol, its lace wingspan shades Theo in fabricmade patterns once again. Blue eyes meet purple.
The pair of you make a striking couple, especially posed in stark comparison compared to the red desert. Packing an umbrella and wearing silk satins, perhaps you’re packed better for a vacation than you are for a mission. As you make your way through the desert, you eventually find your way towards the first oasis. It is relatively small, but the water looks clean. [break][break] Will you drink from the oasis? Your choice from here will affect the request and future stories. If you have any questions, please message baby on discord. You do not know when the next interference will take place.
The desert heat was a constant motivator to remain focused on their mission objective. As much as he enjoyed the excuse to go about shirtless the unrelenting heat of the blazing sun put quite a burden on the whole experience. He could only imagine how his royal companion was still going with those extra layers. Surely that parasol could only do so much to keep them cool.[brea][break]
A quick glance toward Theo made it clear that the weather was starting to wear down on him. Steps came to a sudden halt as the kingdom mage spoke up, Romilda’s brows rising as he gave them his full attention. Before he had a chance to question what was needed they had turned their back and started to strip off their outer layers, a sight which brought an amused smile to the shirtless giant’s face.[break][break]
He reached into his satchel to pull out a canteen, bringing it to his lips as he pulled his eyes away from the disrobing individual and took a moment to survey their situation. It was clear that his partner was struggling with this heat more than himself, their fair and delicate body likely unused to the harshness of the outside world. Or so he would assume.[break][break]
Romilda’s eyes moved to meet Theos as their small break neared its end, smile still showing plainly on the burly man’s features. ”Very hot indeed.” An arm would extend to offer the canteen, his gaze dropping down slightly to the faint glow of their otherwise porcelain face. ”There’s no need for modesty here, Your Highness As lovely as that blouse looks on you feel free to remove it should you feel the need.”[break][break]
It wouldn’t be too much longer on their journey before an irregularity would appear on the horizon. Their course would shift to bring them toward it, the speck slowly taking the form of plant life as they drew closer. Ah, an oasis would be the perfect place to cool down after all this heat they’ve had to deal with. Upon arrival Romilda would immediately approach the water’s edge, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any wildlife that may have been using it as a watering hole. ”This could be a chance for us to resupply on water. But remain cautious. We cannot let our guards down.” Large hands would come together to form a cup to dip into the water, his eyes remaining ever vigilant as he brought the water up to his lips for a sip.
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Everyone should just be naked all the time, says Romi
