.:Tenkei Yoi:.

Notice:

Tenki Yoi is CLOSED for the Time being! Don't try to email us either, since the accounts that are posted are down. >_> We're really sorry to break hearts, but you can at LEAST still look around and read. And HOPE that Val-chan finds her muse. I'll post the deviantart accounts if I have time. *puffts* I'll just do it now. Valden and Kari Muffin. Lilu-bunni has one, but she doesn't use it at all. *shrugs* Just go to her bio page and check out CoD. *sighs* Sorry about this.

It begins with a legend...

There was a legend of a fantastic draconic society of creatures that once lived in relative peace under the keen and wise leadership of the Empress Serenity. They were called 'hakens' and their prosperity rippled over their world and others, learning everything they could and putting it to good use. They were a peaceful society.

Peace, however, fades, and for whatever reason it was, a great war errupted, killing most who were not within the sanctuary of Tenkei Yoi, including the great Empress Serenity. Her legend, however, lives on in the hearts and memories of those who made it to the sanctuary, and there is a hope among the hopeful that perhaps Serenity lives. Perhaps peace can come again and end the fear and hiding of the hakens.

But perhaps is such a hopeless word . . .

It continues now...

The hakens of Tenkei Yoi are not unused to humans or other sentient beings randomly stumbling upon them. So used to this, in fact, that when one seems to stumble towards you with equal randomness, you feel a bit taken aback. The creature is small and red, hardly the size of a large dog. 'But I thought these hakens were supposed to be big! Aren't they the result of a dragon/drake mating?' you think in protest.

Nevertheless, the haken in question smiles congenially and nods. "Welcome!" he announces. "I am Aleryain of the Magick caste." You blink a bit and stare before introducing yourself. "Have you come to adopt a haken?" he asks eagerly.

"Like you?" you ask, a bit puzzled.

"Well, sort of like me..." Aleryain replies unsteadily. "I, of course, already have a bondmate, and can't come home with you, but you're more than welcome to look around."

You nod uneasily, staring at Aleryain's slightly creepy smile. Suddenly, out of seemingly more randomness, a slightly smaller haken appears, only he is dark blue and green and seems a bit friendlier.

He hops over and sniffs your clothes before announcing as a voice in your head, *You have food!*

You stare at him in a strange bit of wonder. Why was one talking with verbal sounds and the other through thoughts? You were curious. "Umm....." is all you can manage, however.

"That's Sarcaro. He's a Magick caste, too, though he never learned to speak verbally, so he projects through thoughts. Hakens can do either, but never both," Aleryain clarifies. "Of course, we can all understand each other. What kind of race would we be if we couldn't?" He laughs an unnervingly light laugh. He seems a bit too at ease...

*Aleryain's just a pompous twit,* Sarcaro announces. *And no fun, either.* He promptly sticks out a small pink tongue and hops off to greet some other person who has found his way to Tenkei Yoi.

Aleryain sighs a bit and shakes his head. "That haken's missing more than a few marbles," he mutters before turning back to you. "Anyway! You've come to adopt, or at least look around. There might be a clutch available for signing; why don't you check while you're here?" he eggs. "Or you can just look around..." he adds as a sheepish afterthought before striding away.

You stare after Aleryain as he tries to rescue another newcomer from Sarcaro. They were very different, those hakens. Were they all that odd? You follow where Aleryain had been glancing while he was talking to you and see a booth of sorts with various tomes of information and forms. Was this the place Aleryain had mentioned?

Glancing back to the pair, you laugh as Sarcaro and Aleryain both hop over to a woman in blue with a large sword. They seem happy to see her, you notice. She must be their bondmate. That established, you return your attention to the booth and its information and forms.

The only question is... Where should you begin!?