If only to exist (open)

[Jadzia]

A soft rain fell from the heavens, but it did not disturb the land it came to rest upon. It was like a fine and gentle mist, a ghostly touch, only offering a slight cooling to counteract the warm air of Spring that engulfed the land. It was a nice day, really, in the spirit of all things. The soft rain wouldn't last too long, and the weather was comfortably warm, not too hot or cold. It was just...nice. Pleasant, even, though it did not show to breach a smile on the wandering woman's face.

It was more often now that the Goddess of Death would mute her Aura and descend to Earth, to travel through Kotar with disguise and open-minded curiosity. She tended to avoid the creatures beyond those of her own, but sometimes interaction was inevitable, and part of her welcomed it, even in moments where she wanted to shy away.

It was good people barely spoke of her true self - part of what she hated here was the distaste the creatures bore toward her. Not that she could blame them. Who in good mind would ever worship death?

Shaking her head softly to clear her thoughts, long hair adorned with golden beads swaying against her back in its loosely bound plait, she picked up a soft humming tune. She'd gotten used to the long hair and blue eyes of this form, the lack of wings, or feathers in her hair, the subtle differences in the shape of her face. However, it still felt foreign as she saw herself in reflection, the soul peering back at her not her own. She wasn't like the other Gods and Goddesses, she couldn't walk around as her true self and be welcomed, her presence embraced, her spirit revered. No, she couldn't even cause people comfort, or bring a smile to their face. If anything, even those that tried to hide it, she still saw the fear or distaste shining true in their eyes, heard their true feelings echoed in her thoughts. She had to disguise herself, to pretend to be normal, one of them.

The tune she hummed faltered a moment, and she abruptly cut it off, reaching up to grab a shiny red apple as distraction. The prize of Xantara and Heddwyn, another thing for mortals to thank them for. Despite not needing it, she took a bit of the fruit all the same, momentarily letting her teeth become dangerously sharp, before returning to a more human normality.

The apple was nice, at least, though Jadzia's enjoyment of it felt as muted as everything else did.

[Arthur]

The rain lightly misted around him as he strode ever down the road. There were no travelers along it and no companions with the man. Of course the man did not really need companions. For his road was one of solitude. He was warrior, a knight in armor in an often savage land. He had people that fought with him before of course but he was always on the move never staying place for to long. So many that had once traveled with him chose to stay in place but not him not Arthur. 

That was the mans name. Arthur Mandraeg Sellsword and Adventurer. But he had other names. To his kin the dragons he was known as Dar'Vaeg. Son of the Skies in Draconic. Yes the man was not human though he did look much like one. No he was dragon well half one at least. Of course that mattered little for in his soul resided the soul of a true dragon. A dragon who bent knee or payed homage to no one or no thing. A dragon of the old school. A dragon of balance. A War Dragon. 

But that mattered little right now. There was little call for a dragon on the road. So he walked in human feet and in human form. Not for protection, not out of fear. No he did it to prevent fear, to protect people from themselves. People feared and hated things they did not understand. They were hostile against it. They would destroy a thing because it was different out of fear. So to protect people he walked as a human not a dragon. 

And he did it well. No one would assume he was anything but. Just a warrior traveling the road. The only thing that made him different was his eyes. They alone remained unchanged. They remained dragon's eyes. Why that alone? Because it was a measure of his unbending will and unending resolve that eventually that one day he would no longer need to walk the world as a human but one day be able to travel the world as what he was. 

After all it was The Eighth Rule of Life. Deserve Victory. Which explained was. Be justified in your convictions. Be completely committed. Earn what you want and need rather than waiting for others to give you what you desire. Arthur was a devout follower of the Rules of Life. Of which there were 14. They irrefutable and undeniable. He lived his life by these rules. 

So he was a dragon with a code not many could say that. So on he walked until he smelled something odd. Not wrong just odd. What was odd about it was that it was familiar. Like it was a smell he knew and was often comfortable with. Like an old friend who he had not seen in a long time. He looked ahead a saw a figure standing by an apple tree and the smell came strongly from there. He walked towards the figure and saw her eating an apple and spoke saying," You dont mind if I grab one do you". 

The smell grew stronger but he did not know why. He could not place it but it came from this person this woman.