Draconic noemata dump (triggered by a post I saw)
Originally posted here on August 23, 2023.
I just reblogged this post, and for good reason--when I saw it, it made me freeze. Dragonbrain turned on and I felt the strongest wing shift of my life and started doing a fear-response throat click. While I am not familiar with that particular building or even the book it's from, and it's definitely not a source or anything, it's so eerily similar to something in my dragon-self's memories that I know what the stone of that place feels like under my claws.
I also know what it sounds like to hear chains drag across its floors.
The absolute flood of noemata, of impressions, I got from this is insane. I have to write them down fast before I forget.
- The stone is rough and course under claws.
- There were chains. I was chained.
- There were other dragons, too, and most were chained, although some were ridden by... something, some smaller creatures, and while they did not want to be, realistically, they had no choice
- I was much, much smaller--an adolescent, maybe? I remember thinking that I could carry one of the smaller humanoids (I think they were humanoids, and I'll just call them that for now) if I had to but it wouldn't be easy. (For reference, the size I'm usually used to knowing myself to be is, like, fifty feet.)
- I don't think all of my red markings had come in yet. I could be wrong, but my visual memories aren't showing me the markings on my forelimbs.
- I was in a... cell, I think, down in a dungeon, and chained up like a horse is tied to a post. There were other dragons down there, too, the ones that were either there for "early processing" or tossed down there until they "broke." I think? It was dark, and wet, and stony, and some of us were kept down there.
- There was a dull red dragon down there with me, a male, I think an adult but not a terribly old one--by my noemata and reconstruction of my language, that would make the correct pronouns muut/muuk/muuv, so we'll just go with those.
- I don't know muuv name but I think it started with an Ez- sound, maybe ended in an -iel? Human brain wants to say Ezekiel but that's obviously not right... or maybe it was an El- with a z not long after? Elaziel, Ezkhaliel? I don't know. Something like that.
- Muut... couldn't fly, I think, or couldn't walk, or something. Muut was missing a limb, or had a badly damaged one... I know muut had a really badly fucked up forelimb but I think muuv wings were messed up, too? I don't know for sure. All I know is, muut was scarred and beaten, and muuv spirit was basically broken. Seeing me, though, reignited something in muuk, like muut couldn't stand to see such a young dragon down there.
- I think muut aided in my escape, somehow? I don't know for sure, but I can hear muuv scratchy voice shouting "Mor anor axid, mor anor axid! Mor anor axid veran!" which is "Let them fly, let them fly! Let them fly away!" The use of anor tells me there were multiple escapees--Dranonic's singular pronouns are gender-neutral and you would never call another single dragon anor, since it's strictly plural.
- I know I got away, somehow, perhaps because the dragon mounts of the humanoids heeded the red dragon's cry, or maybe I just got lucky. I took a bad injury, somewhere on my right side...? I don't know where, exactly.
- I think there was a light green dragon involved somewhere in all of that, too, but I don't know where. Female, and older than me, I think, so prrrobably same pronoun set as the red dragon? I don't remember much about muut though, just that muut was down there in the dungeons with us.
- The humanoids wanted us for... something. Mounts, mostly, I think, although I get the distinct impression that there was an arena, too. Maybe that's what the dungeon was for.
- I think that the humanoids harvested the bodies of those of us who died. Scales for armor, wing membrane for cloaks, bones and claws and teeth for weapons.
- I know that I flew far, far away from that place, and I think I never looked back. I don't think that, even as an adult, I ever returned, not even for vengeance. I wanted to never fear them again.
So... uh. What the fuck, I guess. That's a hell of a discovery!