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Post by Aurora on Oct 6, 2007 22:02:45 GMT -5
"Papa!" giggled a girl of about 5 years old. Her little legs going as fast as they could carry her. She was running towards their old barn where her father was smithing a most beautiful sword of iron and some parts silver. The young girl's father was a handsome man. He was about 6'1" and carried a slightly muscular build about him. His name was powerful just as his personality was. Xavier was his birth given name, after a knight who later became a Marquee. His eyes were grey green for they changed slightly with each passing year. The seasons lightened his eyes and his face became softer. Xavier wore a light brown tunic with a set of green buttons down the front. A smith's apron of dark reddish brown suede going over the front of his leggings. His boots were homemade as was all his family's things. As he worked the oily sweat went down his brow from the heat of the flames. His ears perked up as he heard the joyous cry of his only daughter. He looked over his shoulder and turned around as she ran into his open arms and spun her around once. Xavier himself was chuckling. His daughter and loving wife were everything to him. "What are you up to this evening without your mother..hmm??" He had a small smile about him as he now held his daughter in his arms. She smiled lightly as her small finger pointed to the doorway where her beautiful mother now stood. She had long brunette hair while that of her husband was a blond brunette. "Asren...” Said her mother with a smile as she walked in and took the child from Xavier. "Leave your father to do his work, 'tis late and he would wish to be home to us soon." Xavier smiled once more and nodded. "Indeed, I do, Alya. How can not want to be home with these two beautiful ladies?" He kissed his wife lovingly for a moment as she now held the child. "I will be home soon, I promise." He spoke reassuringly. "Good" Responded Alya. "We will see you this night Xavier." He nodded to her and then she turned to leave as he turned and the sound of the hammer against the steal echoed once more. The two girls returned to their humble home and Alya started on the night’s supper. Asren, as the young girl was called, stayed on the table playing with glass figurines that her father had made for her. One of a dragon, the other a sorcerer, another a princess with a king to accompany her, a knight and his steed. The horse was somewhat quiet. Her mother busy cooking and her father at work as well, but she had learned how to entertain herself. Asren herself thought her mother was so pretty for she had the light hazel brown eyes and the fair, yet flawless completion. Her mother about 5'7" and had an hourglass figure. Asren sometimes wondered who she looked more like. She hoped that when she grew up, her mother's appearance and her father's skills would be what would make her. Hours passed and finally her father's form came to the door as her mother had finished supper merely moments ago. He went to his loving wife and kissed her passionately and broke the kiss as he began to wash up. "Asren, clean up dear, ‘tis suppertime now, Papa's home" Came her mother's voice and Asren did what she was told. Before anything, though, she placed her glass figurines in their respected places. In but a few moments she was standing by her father at the basin of water on a makeshift stool. Her father's calm eyes looked down at her and they smiled at one another. Dinner passed and each went to their beds for the night. This perfect family picture though, would not be something to last. A summer's night as the family slept, a messenger came to the home and of course the father was concerned and answered with a sword at his side out of view. He peered through a small crack and was handed a letter. He nodded and the messenger was dismissed. It was dark in the house and he read by candle light as his eyes widened and he sighed deeply. How would he tell his family? The letter read: Xavier, as father, guardian, and lord over your house, you've been summoned to train and work as night guard of the village. You are to report to us immediately in the morning, should you disobey; your household will be stripped from your possession. This is of utmost importance and cannot go denied. ~Commander Amerix For Xavier, morning came too soon, and as soon as his wife awoke he explained to her. She of course was very understanding and allowed it, gave him a blessing, and then saw him off before the sun rose over the horizon. Asren still asleep. Morning went on, yet what woke Asren was the dead silence that followed the chirping of the birds outside. There was no hammer on steal outside that she had heard every morning since she was born. She got out of her small bed and walked to her mother in the cozy living room. Alya was stitching Xavier a new tunic. "Mother? Is papa here?" Her voice was small and sweet, but her mother looked up and nodded. "Yes, Asren, he's gone to work for the king now though love, if you still tire, rest, you may sleep today." Asren wasn't tired though; she merely went back to her room and hoped into bed, taking out her glass figurines. Although, for once in her life, she was growing bored with them. She had played with them all day and yet her father had not returned as the sun now was going over and behind the windmill up on the hill. Alya as well was worried, the food was cold for the three of them, but she refused to eat until he came home. She did let Asren eat, yet an awkwardness came about Asren as she ate alone at the table. Dawn came on the first day of Xavier being gone and Alya had not slept at all. Finally though, he could be seen on their only horse and he came in exhausted, without even a kiss to his love he passed out on the couch. Alya didn't like this at all, but neither she nor Xavier had any say in this. Unfortunately, weeks, months, and one year went by like this, one tiring day after another. Life became harder, the money plentiful, but the family longed for one another. When they were together they cherished every moment. He was exhausted, but he only got buffer and stronger. He actually liked it at some point. Only, the training was not for what he thought. The commander had other plans in mind. Under the king's orders, the knights were to kill every single person in the village, men, women, and children. They were to spare none. The command was given a week after Asren's 6th birthday. The night was a silent one cool and yet for some reason not even a cricket stirred; something was wrong. At about midnight their oak door swung open with a loud crashing sound. It was Xavier! He was in full armor and he grabbed Alya by the arm and shook her slightly. "Where's Asren!!??" Alya was panic stricken that she had lost her words for a moment. "Sh...she's in bed! Xavier! What’s wrong??!!" Before she could finish her sentence though, Xavier ran up the stairs and took his sleeping daughter into his arms and ran back down the stairs with her head resting on his shoulder. "Alya, follow my instructions without question, there's no time to waste!" Asren lightly stirred in her father's arms now though as her green gold eyes opened to the load crashing of pots and pans. Alya was getting a small supply of food and Xavier was grabbing other necessities, one of them being a family pendant, fit for the king himself. Only the males of the family knew what it was in actuality. The pendant jewel was Sapphire blue with a thick gold chain. The gold part that connected the jewel to the chain were two dragons facing opposite each other, their eyes were dark navy blue. It's extremely old and Xavier had the utmost respect for it. It looked valuable, but in fact it was priceless, no mere idiot would sell it on the street market if they knew what it truly was as Xavier did. Asren was standing on the ground now as she rubbed her small, sleepy eyes trying to figure out what was going on. Her father was speaking as he helped Alya get things together. "They'll kill me for this Alya.....but I won't let them." She looked up for a moment as she was running around. "What is it Xavier?! I'm frightened and you not telling me isn't helping me!" He looked to her not evilly, but in a hurried way, trying to let her know to hurry. "They're killing everyone in the village Alya, including the women and children; I will not kill anyone, especially not the two of you. I love you both too much to lay a hand on either." Her eyes were shocked, but this pressed her to move faster as they finished he was running and as he ran he took hold of Asren as it left the poor child breathless. “Hurry Alya!!" She was following him now as he took them both to the cellar. The others were almost there. The hoof beats of the horses could be heard. The cellar was near the field of wheat that they had so that it was away from anything should a natural disaster or fire occur. He opened it with a kick of the door and it swung open and he took the girl inside. The men already at their house as it went up in flames. Alya was outside staring at their house in horror as the house was burning. That place was all her and Xavier knew. Xavier put Asren down and bent down onto one knee before her. "Darling, Asren...this...remember all the stories I told you...about having something important, and something that you should keep no matter what to pass onto your children someday?" The young girl nodded. "Yes father...why do you ask?" Xavier took the pendant out of his pouch and placed it into her small hand. "this...I want you to keep, wear it, put it in a pocket, but promise me you will never lose it, sell it, anything that keeps you from you passing it on to one of the family.." His voice was panicked and he was breathing hard in between each word. "I promise papa." Spoke Asren for a moment as she took it in her hand. "It's so pretty..." She said to him. He couldn't help it though; he took hold of her and embraced her. "I love you darling, don't ever forget that, take care of your mother and go into the forest once this is over. The both of you stay there until I come, but until it is clear you stay in this cellar. Do not move Asren, please." With that he went out and pulled in Alya as he embraced her inside of the cellar now. "Don't look back Alya, please don't look back...” Her face was nuzzling into his chest as a few tears ran down her cheek. She thought he was staying with them though. He looked her in the eyes. "Alya...stay here with Asren, she needs you. When it is clear go to the forest and I WILL find you." She looked up to him with wide watery eyes. "No...Xavier...no...we need you.....she needs you!" He responded. "I will be back Alya. I promise...” He kissed her deeply as if it would be their last and he ran out, but she went after him. She would not let him go. They would kill him!! Yet it was too late. About seven guards were outside wondering why he was in there and the woman standing right behind him. Xavier looked over his shoulder and saw Alya there and his protective side came up. He pulled his sword and kept them away from Alya. "Get inside!!" He said to her. Two attacked him first and since he was fresh he took them down easily with slashes to the chest. Two more and it became a little more difficult. They were gone though, for he cut one's head clean off and the other her ran through with ease. One of the others though went straight for Alya, and he got in the way parrying the attack, but one came from the side and stabbed Xavier straight through to the other side. Alya screamed as she saw him fall to his knees. Tears going down her cheek yet Xavier got up and had the will to kill one more. Two were left now. And he was breathing hard as blood spewed from both sides; he would not last much longer. "Leave my family be!" he yelled in a gasping tone. They said nothing to his plea and the guard went for Alya once more and dug his sword into her chest as blood now seeped through her delicate lips. She fell to her knees then forward. Xavier had his back to her, but heard her gasp of air and turned around to see the sight. "NOOO!!!" He screamed and fell to his knees beside her. "Alya!!" He had fury in his eyes, he turned around and stood up to kill the leader, but the one behind him pierced him from the back through his chest. His own eyes widened and he fell. There was no way he could survive such blood loss. Asren....was alone. "Check the area! Make sure it is clear and none of this traitors "family" is left!!" Demanded Amerix's tone. The two other guards saluted and were off to check the surrounding area. Asren sat alone in the dark cellar. The only light that could come in was through the small cracks that the wooden panels of the door would let through. Asren was sitting behind a crate that was there with the supplies her father and mother had packed and the necklace her father had just recently given her. She was scared for she had heard her father and mother scream and now it was silent. She could see the outline of a person though who was wearing almost the same thing as her father. Her small black cloak was pulled lightly about her as it was cold down there. As she sat down there with the little light coming in, something started to happen to the pendant as the commander was about to leave. He didn't think that the fool of a smith could manage to take care of anyone other than him and his wife, much less a child. The pendant around Asren's neck started to glow this bright blue that not even she could see through. She needed it to stop though. The figure outside the door would surely see it and she didn't want him to find her. She tried to hide it, but nothing worked. Amerix had seen the light that was shining through the panels of the door to the cellar and now knew that there was someone or something in there. He dismounted his horse and landed with a light thump on the ground along with the clinging of his armor. And he gloved hand reached for the handle to the cellar turning the black rod iron handle it opened with a squeak. His eyes took a moment to adjust as he saw the outline of a young girl from which the light was shining. "Stupid girl...You'll regret being the daughter of this traitor!........" His horse even knew something was wrong for with the intense brightness of the light it bolted, leaving the commander alone and with only a sword and dagger. All but he and two others were dead and the village was in flames as the air was thick with smoke and debris was making piles on the ground in a deep ashy black color. The commander looked down and saw that there were steps that lead down and he started to go down them, but he stopped on the second one to the bottom. It was odd, he placed a hand over his brow to shield from the light somewhat, but it was doing little for him. He was determined to get this girl and either takes her back t other king as a token and letting him know that his will was done, or kill her there in the cellar as he had done her parents. "Knock it off!! Insolent fool!! You gave away your position; you should have listened to poor mother and father. You'll live to regret it for the rest of your life little one.....however long it lasts anyways...." His hand was reaching out as if searching for her in the corner, but the light would not let him see her directly.
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Post by Ademar on Oct 6, 2007 23:32:41 GMT -5
Commander Amerix had his left forearm completely over his eyes now, his right arm outstretched into the blinding light desperately searching for the little girl. Asren was scared as she had backed herself up against the cold earth wall of the cellar. She pressed her little body up against the dirt as she tried to stay away from the man who was so desperately trying to grab her. The commander raised his voice for a moment as he was getting more and more angry by the second. "Turn off that blasted light!!"
Something else was happening, as Asren held tightly onto the pendant in her little hand it began to move, as if trying to fly slowly out of her hand It still glow a tremendously bright blue as it escaped her scared and weakened grasp. The Sapphire Blue and gold necklace began floating in the air right in front of the captain, but suddenly the burning bright light ceased, into a soft glow illuminating the small cellar.
Amerix opened his eyes as he looked to the pendant and then to the little scared girl behind it, he looked back to the pendant as it floated by itself right in front of him. His war roughened finger slowly moved towards the possessed jewel and he barely touched the sapphire blue gem in the middle.
Suddenly! as Amerix touched the jewel the necklace recoiled and it began to shake violently. He took a step back and Asren huddled into the corner with her knees to her chest watching what was happening here. The necklace glow again but only for a moment as suddenly a loud sound filled the cellar. That sound of an explosion, and of glass breaking lasted but a moment as the soft blue glow began again. Softly illuminating the room so that both could see what had happened.
The pendant still sat there, floating int he air, yet the gem in the middle had been destroyed, shattered into several big pieces. Amazingly even the pieces of the gem float there in mid air. Sparkling gently as they lightly turned and twisted in the cold night air. something else was happening tho, something caught the eyes of both Amerix and Asren. Looking deeply into the shattered pieces of the gem, it was if they could see dragon flying swiftly from piece to piece, only a reflection int he broken stone.
Until that reflection reached the last broken piece of sapphire closest to Amerix, A loud ferocious roar filled the cellar and part of the field around them as well. In fact the roar was so loud it sent what would look like a gust of wind through the field as the long stalks of wheat blew back for a moment. Amerix went wide eyed as he saw the source of the roar. Suddenly, as if leaping from amidst the broken pieces of Asren's necklace came a young black dragon!
The pendant had been no mere piece of jewelry! The young little dragon slammed into the face of Amerix and began to attack immediately! scratching and clawing at the face of the commander. As the beast emerged from the pendant, the necklace and the pieces fell to the ground in front of Asren. She was scared, confused and hurt that her father's gift had been broken. yet as she looked down to the pendant it was once again in one piece! It looked once again just as her father had given it to her.
Young Asren grabbed the necklace immediately as she held it to her chest a small voice would enter her mind, as if someone in front of her were speaking to her. But it wasn't Amerix, no, this voice was different, kind, and almost as if whatever it was, was as young as she was. The little voice spoke only one word, and it was one that she would listen to.
RUN! Asren stood to her feet as the Dragon was attacking the commander, the little one to young to do much damage, but it was much more than enough of a distraction. She ran tot he steps with he pendant in her hand and ran outside with all the energy she had left in her little sleepy body. Asren remembered what her father had told her. "Go to the forest when this is over." She ran out of the cellar but she tripped over something and she hit the ground. Looking behind her she saw something that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. In the darkness of the night she saw her bloody mother and father lying on the ground next to her.
Tears flooded her eyes as she began to cry, but the voice came back to her. RUN ASREN!!! She was weeping, utterly distraught, but she stood once again to her bare feet and began running past the wheat fields and into the forest. Letting the wind dry her tears as eh cried harder running away from her burning home.
The unwelcome hatch-ling was all over the commander, biting his leg, scratching his hands. Amerix was confused but infuriated, as he pulled out his dagger and tried to lung it into the baby dragon, but missed as darkness now filled the cellar. Asren was into the edge of the woods now, safe from any immediate danger and the dragon could sense this. He immediately let out a roar, but it was a lot less intimidating this time, yet his talons spoke for him. As the dragon pulled back and lunged his right talon at Amerix, gashing him horribly! Leaving three deep slashes down the entire left side of the commander's face, the hatchling began running out of the cellar as well.
To young and not strong enough to fly, the dragon ran through the wheat fields. Amerix was on his knees holding his face and screaming in pain. "Ill KILL THE RODENT!!!" he slammed his now bloody fist into the ground and began wiping the blood from his face.
Asren ran and ran until she was completely and utterly exhausted. She found a small oak tree in the forest and fell against it and slid down to the ground as she pulled her cloak around her tighter. She would still be crying if she wasn't so scared and alone, and if she hadn't already used all her tears. She curled up into a little ball with her knees to her chest as she sat sideways leaning against the tree. Exhausted and worn out from her fear, Asren passed out at the base of the tree.
The dragon stood three feet tall now when standing on all four limbs, and 4 feet if he stood on his back talons. His dark wings were a span of 5 feet out when he spread them. The hatch-ling was tired as well, but so very excited to finally be here. After thousands and thousands of years waiting for his rider, he had finally been handed down to her, and so he could be hatched from the necklace.
Breathing heavily as he entered the forests edge he saw a red silhouette in his dragon's eye and knew it was his rider. He walked up to her and saw she was sleeping. Looking around he knew no one or no wild animals were around to harm her. So he walked over to her and draped his little wing over he body as she slept and curled up into a little ball right next to her nuzzling in close as he lay his head down and fell asleep as well. Ill have to introduce myself tomorrow he thought.
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Post by Aurora on Oct 7, 2007 21:42:37 GMT -5
Little Asren had been so frightened and confused as she ran through the forest that night. Her parents she had seen when she tripped and she didn't know what to do. She knew no other family, or anyone else for that matter. Her sleep was little, but so was she. So she slept well until the morning came. Her young tear stained green gold eyes felt the light of the sun on her face and with the smallest of yawns she woke up. Stretching slightly she felt as if something was draped over her. The little dragon was awake now, making sure no one was around and he looked over to see her sleepy eyes wake up and his wing was indeed still draped over her little body. Asren turned to see that there was an animal by her. She was scared, but became more frightened to see that it was a dragon!
Asren got up quickly and screamed as she hid behind a tree. She had only seen that type of thing in her figurines. Her glass figurines! She wanted to go back and get them. As she hid behind the tree she put the necklace around her neck and peeked behind the tree once more to see if the dragon was still there. He was so big! Or at least to her. The dragon went wide eyed as she scurried from under his wing and hid behind the wide trunk of the tree, he stood to his feet and stretched lightly and let out a little yawn as he saw her peer out from behind the tree. As a voice would come to her as it did last night "’tis alright Asren...I’m not going to hurt you." She was so curious, but scared.
Asren's form came out from the tree and she stayed far from him. the child had her thumb in her mouth for some comfort as she sucked it. She was admiring the young dragon now, although she still didn't know where the voice had come from. Much less would she think that it had come from the dragon. Her thought ran from the dragon to her little glass figures. She had left them in the cellar for her mother had packed them with their belongings before they were so brutally murdered. What snapped her out of it was the voice again. "I'm sorry I scared you....I only meant to keep you safe while you slept" He sat down on the ground and seemed to sit up proud and tall, his tail was massive compared to his body and it seemed to wag a little, as he looked to her.
The dragon looked to her and tilted his head sideways and looked around for a minute and he spotted his tail sitting there on the ground and he went wide eyed and jumped to his feet and began chasing it in circles trying to catch his own tail until he did and he bit down on it and let out a little cry and began licking it to make it feel better. Asren watched for a moment or two and as the dragon started chasing his tail, it made her giggle. She had on a smile for the first time in a long time. Her eyes watching him though, but she started walking into the direction that she lived. She needed to see for herself. Maybe it was all a dream? She didn't think the dragon would follow her. Her small feet started towards the now burnt down home as the home was flattened and only light scattered fires littered the ground around the house and Field. She was shocked when she walked into the clearing. She didn't know where her house was. Little did she know that the pile of rubble was her house. Dematoss saw her walking back towards the cellar and he followed her every move, seeing the burnt down farm and everything was gone, the entire town was smoking in ruin, he knew she would still be hurting from last night. He could feel how she felt, he was close to her, walking behind her and keeping watch still. He was determined to.
Asren walked to the cellar and her mother and her mother and father were not there. There was a trail of blood leading away from that area she felt her tears well up in her eyes and slowly but surely they ran down her cheek in pain. She went down the stairs slowly as the sun was somewhat up now and the light made it easier to see inside. Asren took hold of the sack that her mother and father had made and placed it over her shoulder. It was a little heave so she dragged it up the stairs and plopped it down before Dematoss. She didn't really understand the dragon nor why he was still there, but that wasn't her main concern. She was hungry and hurt. Once the sack was on the ground she went back down only to see more blood on the ground and then her eyes came to rest on the box that had her figurines. She took it into her hands and carefully went up the steps so as not to drop them.
When she walked out to the light of day her eyes looked to the dragon as she could see the rise and fall of each breath. She took hold of the sack and looked to where the house once stood. Now understanding that she had nothing. She thought she was alone and only at the age of six. She missed her mother and father. She spoke to the dragon though. "Mother? and...Father?" She still had a little hope that they were alive, but there was no way that it was possible. Still it seemed weird that she was waiting for an answer from the dragon. Asren didn't know any better, though.
Dematoss looked to her and sat down like a puppy would sit, he himself was now young, before, inside the pendant he had been decades old and wise, but now in this new world he was young, yet only a few years older than her, he didn't know what to say to the girl. "Their.....not here....anymore Asren.....only you and I...remain" Asren swallowed for a moment as she felt all the pain from the night before returned.. Her tears started streaming down her cheek as she took up the sack and the box of figures and started towards the forest again. She was young, but not stupid. To her surprise though Dematoss licked her hand for a moment and took the tied end of the sack in his mouth and began walking beside her, dragging the sack for her. It helped her smile even a little as she wiped a tear from her cheek. The two worked like this for about eleven years after. Helping one another, Dematoss teaching her how to fight for she had her father's sword. She had gone back for it when she was 15. The place of rubble and debris untouched since she had last been there. The stains of blood now a dried brown, almost a rust color.
She had grown beautifully, just as her mother thought she would. Not only that, but she got her wish. She was just as beautiful as her mother, maybe more and she had the amazing skill of her father, although Asren had not yet fully discovered it yet. Her hair was silky, long and shiny. It was a brunette with a combination of her father's brunette blond streaks in her hair. It was an amazing glossy shade. Her eyes were also a combination of both, she had her father's green eyes with a hint of her mother's gold eyes giving her the hazel gold green tone she had now. Asren had the body of a goddess and a fair completion which was flawless and so soft. The tunic she wore clinging to her figure for it gave her the endurance and flexibility that she needed, but also the protection from minor scrapes and bruises. Her lips a pinkish red smooth and moist. She was fit and somewhat fast. She had to be for she needed to be able to keep up with Dematoss as best she could when he was on the ground, in flight there was no way she could keep up with him. Asren wore a tunic and a pair of neat fitting pants with a pair of leather boots. The tunic was navy blue and her pants back. Her belt was gold; the only thing on the belt was her father's sword. Her father’s sword was amazing as well. It was silver with two dragons on either side making up the hilt. The blade has his name on it and she would not change that for the world. A simple sword, yes, but it meant so much to her. The figurines she still had as well, only now they were small, about the size of a chess piece and she had them strapped to her belt in a small pouch. Which would explain why she was so careful with how she sat, what she did, and where she leaned. As for Dematoss, he's another story.
Growing up, Dematoss always took care of her, right beside her as they grew older, teaching her to fight, and caring for her. Diving into a treacherous river and coming back out with fish for both of them. He always hunted for himself and Asren, bringing back larger prey as time went by. Dematoss would bring deer and antelope for supper and Asren would be in charge of cooking it, with Dematoss they ate very well for not having a home. He stood a towering twenty feet tall, now, when he stood on all fours and 25 when standing on his back legs. Being a male dragon meant that he was more massive than that of a female dragon, but who was there to know? No one had seen a dragon in the longest of time. His wingspan was most impressive, when he spread out his beautiful wings they stretched across over thirty feet. While lying down the majestic black dragon from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail was forty feet. Dematoss' tail was long and powerful as he could easily take down a great oak tree with out even trying. Over the years he had grown black and with slight shades of dark blue. His eyes were rare, for a dragon the normal eye color was red, but his were the purest shade of sapphire blue anyone has seen. His talons were sharp and strength is not even a close enough word to describe them. Dematoss could hold Asren easily in his palm if he wanted, although he did it rarely, he never needed to really. He became so very protective of Asren, she was everything to him; his friend, his ally, his companion. She was the only one who could hear him, the only one he would ever want to hear him. For decades he had waited for her, and now they were together. He always had his eyes on her, and they always seemed to talk about everything, being clumsy sometimes when they knew they were alone and wanted to just have a good time.
Asren was not really his rider though; she didn't like to ask such a thing from him. She would rather lay low than risk anyone seeing them. She liked the way they lived. Still she wore her father's pendant, as for wearing something of her mother, in a way she had her eyes and personality. She was sweet, but when danger came around she was very serious.
At the moment, the both of them were waking up this morning. Dematoss slept in on mornings and she respected that. She always slept near him and his tail always around her in a circle around her. She stretched lightly and watched as he rested. His breathing was loud, but Asren had become accustomed to it. She hoped up onto his tail and slid down. He wouldn't feel it though. It would be like an ant on someone's hand. There was a stream nearby and she walked to it quietly, kneeling down her hands reached into the glistening water and took up a handful of it, splashing it against her face. Asren wiped the dripping water from her face with her tunic and looked once more over her shoulder. The huffs and puffs of Dematoss' breath was warm and small puffs of a mixture of smoke and dirt came up with each exhale. It made her smile as she freshened up a bit more. In her entire life she had seen very little danger. Of course, no one knew of Dematoss, so it helped immensely.
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Post by Ademar on Oct 8, 2007 0:17:17 GMT -5
Dematoss always stayed up late making sure nothing was around after Asren had fall to sleep on or near him. Keeping watch over her, keeping her safe like he always did. Therefor most mornings the great dragon would sleep in and rest himself, knowing that Asren would stay close to him. and she was capable of protecting herself enough, and she would wake him if she needed. In his dreams he would feel her sliding down his tail and it tickled slightly, bringing a small grin to his large face. His nose kicking up slight dirt and dust as he breathed deeply in and out, until he was rudely awakened.
He took a deep breath in and accidentally in haled a bug. It woke him swiftly as he choked lightly and then looked to his tail seeing she was gone. Dematoss' sapphire eyes widened and he raised his tail and looked under it to find her, not seeing his rider he shot his head up and looked tot he stream but he hit the top of his head on the branch of a tree. "ow!!....that bloody hurt.....who puts a tree here..honestly?" Lowering his long neck and head he rubbed his poor noggin with his talon for a moment.
A dragon sees differently than a human or other animal. Dematoss will see the world around him mostly like anyone would, except for humans and other dragons. Dragons see humans and others like them very clearly, even from far distances. Able to see them as a red aura even through things such as a thick forest, or even a solid bolder. Even still Dematoss saw his rider as a blue aura, so he always knew where Asren was.
Looking back up from his spot he saw her a little ways away near a stream. Just seeing her made the beautiful black dragon smile grandly. Standing to his feet, careful of the branch above him he walked to the river on all fours slowly, stretching out like a grown dog would, stretching his back and talons. Coming up to the edge of the stream, the trees wouldn't allow his big body all the way onto the shore. But he smiled and stuck his head and long neck between the trees right next to Asren and looked over at her and then began drinking from the stream.
"Good morning Asren.....you know i don't like when you wander off to far" He said softly, smiling lightly as he looked over at her again. His voice had grown powerful over the years, strong and courageous, yet tender and reassuring when he had to be. He was always so polite and kind to Asren, but hardly anyone else....ok no one else.
Asren smiled with warmth and in a friendly tone responded. "Morning Dematoss, and yes yes I know, but I was thirsty and you were still asleep. Besides, our life is somewhat boring anyways." She chuckled lightly. She had stood up and splashed water at him lightly. "Maybe a rub down tonight if you want one. You must be sore having to stay down all the time. Should you want to..I wouldn't mind if you took off for a little while to stretch your wings." She was sitting on one of the huge boulders near the stream now, her hair going over her right shoulder.
While Asren would go into towns, Dematoss would fly high above the clouds keeping an eye on her. Constantly telling her to be careful, and reminding her to never talk to strange men. He could be a little too protective at times, but she said it was because he was her shield. He never liked to leave her side much at all, but he couldn't deny that his wings hurt and he could use a quick soar through the clouds. He knew that if he did go flying for just a moment, he would still be able to keep an eye on her. "You mean it?....a quick trip in the clouds AND a rub down tonight??" Dematoss sounded excited and like he was about to burst with joy.
She nodded and chuckled lightly at the now almost full grown dragon- "Yes Dematoss, you deserve it more than you think you do. Now go on, and don't come back until you can't stand flying anymore.." Dematoss smiled so big "oh thank you!" The dragon quickly snaked his head back out from the trees and looked to the sky and began talking to himself, but trying to make her smile by imitating the announcers they would hear at some jousting tournaments. "Good cloud cover today. For those of you who haven't seen this magnificent dragon in action, your in for a real treat this morning. He measures up for the take off!!" Dematoss squatted down and looked tot he sky ready to jump into the air. "and here he goes!!"
Asren for a moment looked around, she hadn't heard Dematoss that happy in a while. Although, for a moment there she thought that she wasn't alone with the dragon. She looked around once and chuckled when she realized it was him, she could see him slightly squatting and wagging his tail in a controlled manner back and forth. It made her laughed lightly as she watched.- "Enjoy!" She said as she knew he would soon take off, he rarely left her so this was a grand occasion. With that Dematoss jumped up into the air while flapping his giant wings and took off into the morning sky.
He flew up into the clouds instantly disappearing into the thick clouds and closing his eyes as he soared around in circles. Letting the cool morning wind rush over his face and body, feeling the wind beneath his wings was one of the best joys he ever experienced. the black dragon stayed above the clouds for an hour as Asren stayed by the calming stream. Dematoss looked down expecting to see only the one lonely blue aura of his rider, but what he saw was much worse than that! Dematoss saw twenty red aura's moving towards her. A red aura meant whoever it was, meant harm towards his rider! Twenty of these men were sneaking through the forest and from up the stream.
"Asren!! your not alone, twenty men are heading right for you, more of the king's scouts probably, you have to run!!" Asren seemed confused. She was still sitting on the boulder, yet she heard nothing. "What?? From where? Where are you Dematoss?" Asren stood up and pulled her sword from it's sheath, should she have to fight she would, she didn't want him to always have to do everything for her. "I'm right above you Asren, hidden int he clouds" -he saw her pull out the sword tho- "NO....Asren you must run...if you stay and fight all 20 men MUST DIE, no one can know where either of us are, or event hat I exist...you MUST run!!" Asren knew that he had a point and so argued no more. She had always been right and she had learned the hard way on that account.- "Alright...I'm going!!" -she put the sword away and she jumped onto the Boulder and into the thick bushes that lead down to the branched out part of the stream. Her steps light, but she was not sure about being able to outrun all of them.
He flew above her in the clouds and kept watching over her, seeing the scouts approach the boulder she was just sitting on. They stopped for but a moment and looked over the area Dematoss had been laying down. It didn't take long for them to figure out a VERY large beast had been laying there all night, and just recently moved. They immediately began sprinting with all their speed down the stream towards Asren. Dematoss' eyes widened as he saw they would very shortly catch up to her. "Asren....your not fast enough....their coming behind you and their going to catch up...." He knew full well even if he told her to hide she wouldn't do it, after that night in her childhood, hiding while her parents were slayen...she would run, but she NEVER hid. He knew she would make a stand. "be ready...and be careful Asren, I'm right here"
she had the voice of dematoss in her mind and the sound of the clinging armor behind her clattering her thought. She couldn't think straight, in a reaction she pulled her sword from it's sheath and put herself behind a tree. They weren't looking for her, nor had they seen her yet, but there was no where to hide here. It was a little too open and she had picked this spot for Dematoss to be comfortable yet well hidden. She looked around for some shelter, but found nothing as she was breathing hard and trying to catch her breath behind the trunk. Many memories came back to her right then. The twenty men were expert trackers, they would soon find her, and their orders where to find the dragon, and kill its rider. The last remaining survivors of the attack on the town so many years ago. "10 feet Asren, their right on top of you....I'm on my way!!"
Asren didn't move and she tried to calm her breathing, she could hear the low muffles of conversations..her heart was racing, she didn't want to kill anyone, much less the kings guards, that could get her into a lot of trouble and should any survive they would go back to the king and Dematoss and herself would have to move. The scouts surrounded the tree she was hiding behind and slowly surrounded her with their swords drawn. "Finally, we've found you....." He looked to the pendant around her neck- "no doubt about it, where is the dragon?!?! tell me, and I may spare your life for the dungeon!" "Never!" She tried though. The swords in front of her were pushed up as she used her sword to push the m so..She ran one of the men through and now was not surrounded. She would refuse whatever they through at her. These people had killed her parents, she wanted no revenge, but if they wanted to kill her she would use that as a boost of her own defense.
The man dropped to the ground in a forming pool of his own crimson blood as it spilled over the cold unforgiving earth. The rest of the scouts were truly surprised at her strength and the swiftness of her strike. The men still had her surrounded however and they lunged at her with great force. Three of them came at her all at once and with a short light struggle from her they loosened her sword from her grip and it flew to the ground, sticking out of the earth as it landed a few feet away. The three men grabbed her and held her arms and body as another one of the scouts came up to her sheathing his sword. "now...where IS the dragon!?!?" Before she could even answer Dematoss came swooping out of the clouds. "you see...this is why i don't fly!!" The massive beast landed with a massive crash on the earth right behind the men and bent his neck down enveloping the man who was questioning Asren in his mouth. Biting down on the man at his waist, the dragon's razor sharp teeth sank into him all around his front and back killing him instantly. Dematoss then threw the fresh corpse out of his mouth and onto the bank, clear across the stream. He then looked over to the three who were holding her and bent his massive head down and looked them right in the eyes as he was now bent down to their level. "Let...Her...GO!" He knew only she could hear him, but his body language told them very clearly, the dragon meant business. The scouts only looked to him and tightened their grip on her, refusing to be moved. Dematoss looked her right in the eyes and gave her a bit of advice. "duck" Asren's eyes widened and she let her body weight drop, and she dropped to her knees just in time. The massive black dragon took in a deep breath and let out a roar as he opened his mouth, his teeth would be the last thing these men ever saw. Suddenly sapphire blue flames came from the mouth of the dragon! Incinerating the upper half of the three men completely. Their grip on her was no more and she immediately dropped the rest of the way to the ground and covered her head as the fire was right above her. The scouts...or what was left of them dropped to the ground lifeless, and Dematoss grabbed Asren's sword from the ground with his tail and lay it before her. "Get up Little one!, lets finish this!"
Asren and Dematoss fought side by side to the best of their abilities. Asren was well trained and deadly with her blade, running 8 of the men into the ground by herself! Where as the massive dragon used the approach of stomping on them and spearing them with his massive talons. For a good 10 minutes the battle raged on beside the quiet stream. And after the sounds of metal kitting metal, bodies being broken and the screams of a dying scout, Dematoss and the now adrenaline fueled Asren had defeated all 20 men. Dematoss was impressed with her, yet worried at the same time. She had fought bravely, but she wouldn't have had to, if he hadn't of left her side. The dragon lay down in the large stream now as the cool water rushed over him. "I'm so sorry Asren....I shouldn't have left..."
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Post by m3m0ria on Oct 8, 2007 13:20:17 GMT -5
“I sense another has awakened…” a dragon’s voice spoke. There sat his rider resting on the huge tail of his dragon. His dragon just as magnificent as it was fierce. It’s blacker than night skin easily causing fear. It’s tail a shocking eight feet in length, its wingspan twice the tail. Its legs strong and powerful, muscles gained by the massive walking done in its earlier years.
It’s legs ended by mere claws than feet. Its claws representing that of a raptor, curving over allowing the dragon to tap dance as it walked. It’s head average size with no visible, cut off by one of their earlier battles. The dragon’s skin, soft at first but now hard and scaly as over time its cuteness withered away. The dragon’s eyes full of sorrow and pain as they glistened red and orange like a fierce fire or destructive lava. His name was Armiac, his rider’s name nor origin known, as the only thing he responded to was Estdyn.
“Indeed, even I sense this one Armiac. It’s powerful, yet full of fear and sorrow… It fights well.” Estdyn spoke. His hair short, however never seen, covered by his simplicity hood. His outfit consisting of an outdated black wool coat dyed by countless years of survival near a volcano. His pants tightly fit as his muscles desperately tried to break free from their jail. They were brown, having only one pocket amongst the back side, and tucked into an old worn out pair of leather boots.
Across his chest he wore a metal breastplate dyed black by a mixture of coal and ash. Across his shins he wore shin guards died the same color black as everything else. His figure dark and mysterious as his companion Armiac truly only saw his face. The only thing seen by any others was the frightening glow of his fearsome flame colored eyes. Some call him a man some call him a man. Some call him a monster, no one really knows…
“Shall we?” Armiac spoke twisting its long neck to face Estdyn.
“No… in due time the girl will come to us!”
“Well this is strange?” The colossal dragon spoke, “There’s something surrounding the girl!”
“It’s probably nothing. Ever since that arrow pierced your eye, your aurora sights have been off pretty badly. It’s probably just a small animal…”
“No, this is not a mistake!” With that Estdyn lifted his head. Estdyn was old, his body fatigued and using a spell only noticed by those of the dark, was capable to swap an eye with that of his dragon. Using the dragon’s eye Estdyn gazed at the aurora of the girl. She was indeed beautiful, but a bit young for Estdyn. How in the world could she be a dragonmacer! The thought was incomprehensible, but the dragon was there.
“She’s running!” Armiac said puzzled.
“She’s young. In time she’ll learn. What’s this?” Estdyn spoke. He gazed at the girl and watched as she pulled out a sword from its sheath.
“She’s fighting?” Just the thought puzzled Estdyn, but not enough to stop his instincts from telling him that someone was trying to sneak up on him.
“I’m going for a walk. Keep watching the girl.” Estdyn stated, removing himself from the tall ash boulder he rested on and began walking to the top of the volcano. He walked close to a mile then decided to rest. As he sat there on the bed of cooled lava, an arrow pierced through the air, landing near the leg of Estdyn and an archer appeared standing over him.
“You’re late.” Estdyn yawned. "For someone who’s supposed to be such a great tracker you sure are slow.” The tracker angered by his words pulling another arrow from his stack. Oddly enough, the tracker was going higher and higher into the sky. Armiac stood directly behind the tracker and biting down on his cloak ever so softly he was lifting the man high into the sky. By the time the man knew what was happening Estdyn was standing and gave the order to Armiac. The tracker wide eyed and knowing his fate quickly released the arrow. In a cockyy manner Estdyn caught the bow and broke it saying, “Have your fun.” With that Armiac slowly burned the man to a crisp.
“Now, lets meet this female rider, Armiac.”
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Post by Aurora on Oct 10, 2007 0:34:23 GMT -5
The day seemed to go on in slow motion. She remembered little of the battle as she resheathed her sword and her green eyes looked around, hoping that the rest were gone and that no more would come. Her slender for staggered over to the nearest tree by the branched out part of the stream and she leaned against it. Sliding down the bark until finally she was sitting at the base of the tree with her head leaning up against it with her eyes closed. Trying hard to breath and calm down. It was in fact her first real battle. Something that wasn't against Dematoss of course. Once the adrenaline had worn away, she felt the imense burning pain on her shoulder. Like, she had been set on fire. When she had the strength to open her eyes and look to her left shoulder, sure enough, there was somewhat tender skin there which now she would have to rinse off. Asren's graceful form got up and walked to the shallow water of the stream where now her dragon lay letting the splatters of blood rinse off from the rushing waves. Asren went only to the bank and kneeled down. Ripping off the short sleve she had and with her right hand, she scooped up a bit of water and gently let it run over the burn.
Her dragon spoke up though a warm tired smile was given to him. "It's alright Dematoss. You needed to get out, being confined to the forest is not healthy for one such as you." His powerful tone of voice spoke up in her mind though. "No Asren, Im not leaving your side unless I have no other choice, it was selfish of me to go up there, and i wont do it again." She sighed. For once Asren didn't know what to say to him. Dematoss looked over to her and noticed what she was doing kneeling by the stream, and his eyes went wide as he saw the burn on her shoulder. Asren!!!...your hurt!" It had slightly startled Asren for already she had a slight headache. "I'm alright Dematoss, it's just a small injury, that's all." She had never been so serious in her life and for some reason the tone of her dragon had become serious. As if he had realized that the time of growing up has slowed and it was in fact time to get down to business.
His tone changed once more thought, only this time it was one of sorrow. "I burned you....I..I burned my own rider...." -he was upset, as he lay down in the stream- "dragon?....no only did I put you in danger, I harmed you myself...." Asren said nothing for the moment, but she looked to him curiously when he spoke of her being his 'rider'. She had addressed the wound though and the only thing left was just a blackened part of her skin, which made out nothing. She of course didn't know that what was under the wrapping that she now placed around her arm. The wrapping looked like an armband really. "Dematoss, you probably saved my life, so enough of that. Besides, you fought just as hard as I did." She got up from her spot near the stream and walked to him. Her hand caressing his strong forhead lightly with the palm of her hand. Her touch would be soothing to him, but only to show him that she was alright.
Gently, but surely, Asren began to splash water on the dragon from the stream and started to rinse him off. She herself was getting wet but it didn't bother her at all. Her soft hands running over the scales that covered his body, pushing in just the right places for some pressure and to relieve tensed muscles. As she rinsed him throughly, she thought about what he had said before about being his 'rider'. It was impossible of course, so she didn't think on it deeply. As a matter of fact she hadn't thought about it at all. Riding Dematoss was a crazy idea. For some odd reason she thought that she would harm him, or something to that effect. Besides, she didn't know that there was a special saddle for it. She knew so little and should she not get help soon, many horrible things would happen and it would risk her making the wrong decisions that could cost her the life of herself and her dragon.
Asren was rubbing and cleaning Dematoss when she found an arrow comming from right in the middle of his Sapphire blue scale. She looked to it then to him as his head rested lightly on the bank out of the water. "Dematoss, does this not hurt you?" Gently she touched it lightly, to see if it would hurt him. If it didn't too much, she would pull it out gently so as not to make him bleed. If it did, she would need to pull it out quickly. Unlike others, she cared for her dragon. His deep growly voice echoed in her mind for a moment as she touched it, the poor creature clenched his eyes shut and looked back at her "ow ow ow....yes it hurts....what is it...what are you doing?" She sighed gently for a moment once more. "You've been hit with an arrow Dematoss, let me get it for you..." He knew wha she meant so somewhat braced himself. She took hold of it and with he flick of a wrist it was out. Dematoss clenched his teeth together and smoke came from his nostrils as the blasted but of steel left his body "BLOODY HELL!!" He shouted in his mind as he clenched his talons tightly. "I'm sorry" Spoke Asren to him softly.
There was now a little bit of blood oozing from the dragon's wound. She took a piece from her cloak and gently wet it in the stream. Coming back a few seconds later she started to cleanse the wound. Getting the bleeding to stop, she took a well known hearb calls moonslight and placed it like a mush over ther open hole in her dragon's side. It would help heal faster and not let the wound reopen. "There you are Dematoss, that should do it. all you need to do is rest." Her mind wandered to the past events of the day though. "As for the flame, I've never seen you do that before, it was magnificent!" It made her smile a bit, yet this odd feeling came about her as if someone was watching her. She shook it off though, there was no one left and surely her dragon would have said something.
Asren let her dragon be for now as she lay on the ground under a tree. She didn't know if Dematoss would find some rest or not, but she wanted to lay down for a while and calm her nerves as she looked to the sky above them. Asren's long brunette hair draped over one shoulder lightly and her form was clean once more seeing as she had been in the stream for a little bit tending to her dragon. Always she kept herself clean and liked it that way very much. From what she could see, Dematoss didn't mind being clean as well, so she helped him as much as she could. Asren's thoughts at this very moment were so distant, confused, lost, and very scared now that they knew of who she was. This was indeed becoming harder and dangerous as the days wore on in her life. She was starting to think about it now.
Asren could feel the warm breath of Dematoss from all the way where she was laying. It felt nice though, yet she had no idea what he was doing at the moment. She did hope that he was resting though. Poor thing had used something that he never had, surely it must have drained even a little something out of him.
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Post by Ademar on Oct 10, 2007 23:18:39 GMT -5
"There you are Dematoss, that should do it. all you need to do is rest." Her mind wandered to the past events of the day though. "As for the flame, I've never seen you do that before, it was magnificent!" Dematoss looked back at her for a moment and then lay his head back onto the bank of the stream. "Thank you Asren, tho, I didn't mean to harm you, I'm terribly sorry." His voice was apologetic, and slightly sorrowful, but he could barely show the emotion he was trying to, for this black dragon was utterly exhausted. "Yes, I know I may have saved your life....its just....all the time I waited in the pendant, waiting for my rider to finally take hold of me, andin our first real battle for our lives...I end up burning you...with my first flames...I'm sorry Asren, I promise, I will never burn you again" Dematoss got up to his feet as his legs shook beneath him slightly. The water had become cold over him and he walked out of the water and to the tree Asren was leaning against as she sat there at its thick trunk. Laying down he wrapped hit tail and neck around the tree and his rider, laying his sleepy head down a little ways away from her, so his breath would not hurt her.
The dragon close his sleepy exhausted eyes for a moment, letting his massive body rise and fall as he took in deep breathes. Falling asleep quickly, for using his new ability for the first time had drained the poor dragon. Asren's light form tried to relax but the burn still was hurting her. What she didn't know was that under it there was a black dragon forming like a mark on her shoulder. Something that could decide her fate if someone saw it. She never had to worry about the night. Dematoss had always taken care of it and always he had done a wonderful job of it. After about an hour of sleep, Dematoss suddenly woke up as if he had fallen to sleep int he middle of an attack and immediately began to look around frantically. Dematoss felt something was wrong, he felt...something else approaching swiftly, but he didn't know what it was. Whatever it was could not be good for either of them, but he was still exhausted. Looking down at the sleeping Asren he bent his head down to her and nudged her lightly. "asren...asren wake up!"
Asren felt the nudge and hot breath of the dragon as she slowly came to. She felt sore and tired still, but she knew that he would not wake her should it not be something important. She didn't get up though, her form stayed up against the tree as her green sleepy eyes opened to see him. "What is it Dematoss?" She asked nicely. "Asren, something is coming this way, something...something big....but I can't tell what it is" Dematoss was frantic, like he was always so scared for her, but he was only this time now, for he was still exhausted, and he knew she was as well. Asren looked to Dematoss curiously, but she moved sluggishly. "Just let it come Dematoss, if it was of any harm it would be moving faster. Should it get here, hide, I wish kill no more.." He was a bit surprised at her lack of enthusiasm. dematoss went wide eyed. "Asren, what if it does mean you harm.??" Asren looked up sleepily at the dragon before her. "Don't worry so much Dematoss, I've seen no one in so long, what if it will do me good?" Dem seemed upset, but whatever it was was headed right for them. "Fine....but I'm to tired to fly...I will cross the stream and stay in the forests edge out of sight....i will not let you out of my sight again" she sighed lightly and leaned her head back against the trees and closed her eyes falling asleep again soon after. She didn't even get a chance to respond to her best friend.
Dematoss was slightly angry at her lack of attention to this matter, they could be in serious danger. However, he did understand that she was exhausted, as was he, so he simply ran across the stream and hid in the shadows, awaiting what ever it was, to come. "I dare them....I dare them to try and harm her, Ill kill them!" He thought to himself as he crouched down, looking at her and then into the night sky.
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Post by m3m0ria on Oct 11, 2007 23:50:24 GMT -5
“Now lets meet this female rider, Armiac” Estdyn spoke, cracking his neck as to show his dragon his sleepy state.
“I thought u said she would meet us?” The red-eyed dragon spoke. Estdyn merely looked at his dragon the way his mother did when he had done something wrong when he was a child. With that Estdyn mounted his great dragon and proceeded to meet the girl. They flew through the air higher than the human eyes could see. Higher than the tearful clouds could weep, but just low enough for Estdyn to breathe. They flew with great speed, souring through the air leaving streaks in the clouds below.
“Her dragon has sensed our coming!” Armiac whispered to his rider. “I know” Estdyn mumbled as he gazed into the forest where the female rider rested. She was asleep! Had the dragon abandoned her, the dragon’s actions were very uncharacteristic. The dragon had ran across the stream and proceeded to find a hiding spot, leaving his rider unnaturally vulnerable. The dragon had to be young, inexperienced, and not knowledgeable of his true power, same for the girl. Her body exhausted as her body slept slumped on the tree.
By now Armiac and Estdyn hovered above the two and slowly, like a robber slowly slides down a rope, they lowered themselves landing in the stream. Fish frightened and curious leaped into the air and back again into the stream. Slowly as to not awake the little girl Estdyn slowly un-mounted his dragon and proceeded to meet with the sleeping girl. However by now the little girl was not sleeping. There she stood, sword hilt clutched in her hands, her teeth griming with fear. Her body was acting on pure instinct; she was not in her sound mind.
“Where is your dragon?” Estdyn questioned.
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Post by Aurora on Oct 16, 2007 15:13:53 GMT -5
Asren was indeed fast asleep. Her slender form resting up on the tree trunk. Her cloak was sheltering her back from the bark of the tree so that she would not get scratched and her sword was laying next to her. Asren's hand wrapped around it firmly, even in sleep. She knew Dematoss was close so she was trying to get at least some sort of sleep. A few hours had passed and Asren could still hear the commotion of the night. The animals, the river running, her dragon's breathing. Although somewhat loud, she found comfort in it.
Silence.....That was all she heard now, and then all of a sudden the water rythym changed. Like, something was blocking it from going its full potential. She felt this change slightly, and she knew that something was there. Like something was watching her, she felt another pair of dragon eyes, and those of a human. Was that possible? Another dragon?! Her eyes shot open as she looked into the darkness, Dematoss still sleeping in the shadowy brush behind her, he would not be able to be seen. Slowly she got up from where she was and the cloak around her fell to its rightful place behind her. Covering only her shoulders and her back. It flapped gently against the breathing of this new found dragon.
She walked to the bank of the river where she now had her hand on her sword hilt. Her heart was racing, Dematoss had said it was something big. So she was expecting it already. She saw the outline of the figure in the darkness and her eyes widened lightly. It approached her and she quickly drew her sword. The sound of metal on metal echoed lightly as she now had a firm grip on her sword. It was against his/her neck, she could not tell, until his voice spoke out. "Where is your dragon?" It asked. Her eyes turned fierce and her stand turned strong. "I have no Dragon!" She said quickly. For all she knew he could be a scout.
Asren made sure that her point was clear, although this pendant was what was putting her in so much danger lately. Hopefully, he could not see it in the shelter of the night. Her eyes glistened slightly in the moonlight and her nerves were on edge. Never had she felt like this. Why now? Why was all of this happening now and not before? Why wait until now that she could fight back to take her on. "What business do you have here?! Who are you!" She said quickly. There was some fear in her tone and yet she stil was there. As if her head was screaming to go and yet her legs would not move.
Dematoss could hear every word now as the the two were 'conversing'. His massive sapphire blue eyes opened in the darkness of the trees behind Asren. Only the two eyes and the puff of smoke from his nostrils could be seen behind the girl. His eyes in a glaring stance as they looked as if they would tear the man in front of her to shreads this instant. The dragon's eyes looking from the new dragon to the rider. This indeed was an awkward situation.
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Post by Ademar on Oct 28, 2007 15:54:32 GMT -5
Dematoss could hear every word now as the the two were 'conversing'. His massive sapphire blue eyes opened in the darkness of the trees behind Asren. Only the two eyes and the puff of smoke from his nostrils could be seen behind the girl. His eyes in a glaring stance as they looked as if they would tear the man in front of her to shreds this instant. The dragon's eyes looking from the new dragon to the rider. This indeed was an awkward situation. The Dragon's eyes widened tho as he saw the other dragon, never before had he seen another of his kind. It looked so old, and experienced, vicious. Now that it was this close to him, Dematoss could actually feel the presence of the rider, and his dragon. Be careful Asren...should he wish a fight...it would be to much for us now. The dragon stepped out of the darkness a little and his glowing blue eyes focused down on the man for a moment and then up to the other dragon. He growled a low tone, as if letting them both know she belonged to him, and they were most definitely not welcomed.
The trouble was, Dematoss didn't know whether to attack them, or let them be, for they could be enemy, but in the same instance they were a rider and a dragon just as Dematoss and Asren were. They could also be ally. He stood there as Asren had the sword to the dark man's neck and Dematoss was eyeing down the dragon, ready to defend or attack, whichever he needed to do.
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Post by m3m0ria on Oct 29, 2007 15:42:37 GMT -5
“If you wish to cut me please do so already. However I believe you have already noticed the metal upon metal sound when your sword touched my neck.” Estdyn pulled away from the girl and began to unbutton his jacket. The girl’s eyes widened as taking his actions as an attempted attack.
”I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to show you something.” With that Estdyn removed his jacket revealing his neck to the girl. The shinning of metal in the moonlight blinded the girl’s eyesight. In one of my battles against the enemy I had a spear slice me. I was barely able to survive this attack. So to prevent it from happening again I had my caretaker insert metal between two layers of my skin. It is a precaution, a necessary one for being a dragonmacer. Yes I am a dragonmacer. This is my dragon Armiac, beautiful as well as powerful. Together we have been there from the beginning. I was just like you when I was young.
My family killed in one of the raids brought about by this wretched commander of ours. He has been destroying village after village for years now and shows no mercy in doing so. He secretly is apart of the Cathedral army. This army is desperate to take over our lands and cause war upon our shores. My dragon and I along with the resistance fight side by side. We come from all the villages setting aside our treaties and war talks. We fight on one accord. Still every battle we loose many. Either dragon or rider, our losses still are numerous. Now, where you come in.
Rumors have been told about a dragon and a rider different from all the others with the ability to end all war for good. A rider blessed with the skills of not only a warrior but to rebuild as well. And a dragon that’s resourceful and fearless. I ask you. How many scouts have you killed?”
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Post by Aurora on Nov 12, 2007 23:49:59 GMT -5
Asren's hand became shaking as she felt the metal on metal, it was like nails on a chalkboard sound and she quickly drew back. This all felt so new to her when in fact she had her dragon for eleven years. This new stranger from the dark asked her how many scouts had been killed and she answered truthfully to him. "My dragon and I killed about 20 of them up north....they attacked us first." Asren didn't want to look like a murder. She was really so far from that.
Her green eyes watched this newcomer intently. She had no idea that other riders existed. So this other dragon was fairly intimidating, even with her own standing by her side. Asren held her blade downwards now, hoping to be on her guard no matter what. The table could still turn. "Who are you? How do I know either of us can trust you?" Her questions were of course obvious ones that anyone would ask. She was so young though, which was what would throw anyone off. Most dragon riders were known for their wisdom and such, but she knew so little about herself, much less her own dragon.
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Post by Ademar on Nov 14, 2007 18:44:45 GMT -5
Dematoss kept his glare upon the other dragon, it was intimidating in a way, so much older, wiser, and certainly, surely more powerful. But this did not make Dematoss flinch, for even the smallest of voices can cause an avalanche, the weakest voice, can still bring down an entire mountainside. He listened intently to the words of both of them. Calm yourself Asren, take a deep breath my lady. We can not trust him...now, but being so ready for a fight is not so wise, when your opponent obviously has the advantage. Trust in me, I will let no harm come to you little one. Perhaps this man and his dragon can..teach us, how to become closer, together, as dragon and rider. The dark dragon spoke calmly, his voice as a wiser older man as he walked out of the darkness to her side and sat down next to his rider. His posture as if he were royalty, he would not, and did not let his guard down however, he would keep his rider safe, no matter what it meant. he placed his tail around asren lightly, as if to show this stranger that he was very protective, and not to cross him. His tail surrounded her only a little and was merely laying there on the ground, it was not touching her. The dragon waited for a response from some one, tho, he was still very tired from their fight merely hours ago.
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Post by m3m0ria on Nov 14, 2007 20:00:44 GMT -5
“Estdyn…” Armiac spoke “Her dragon is no larger than my foot! Surely this cannot be the one we seek.” Her words were confident. However Estdyn refused to believe them just yet. He did indeed think the same as his dragon upon seeing the girl’s dragon. However the trick with the tail quickly changed his thinking. Ever so gently the dragon placed his tail around his rider. He did it so softly to show compassion towards his rider but also to show the intruders that he was protective. These two surely had a unique bond. No dragon of its age had clutched by the side of a rider ready to do battle. Most dragons needed to be trained to do such actions. There was a connection between these two. He gazed at the dragon using his dragon eye and noticed a vibrant blue aura equal to that of his rider.
“To answer any further questions you may ask would be a waste of time. My name is Estdyn and this is my dragon Armiac. I wish I could explain more however leaving some of those men alive was not the smartest of decisions. I realize that maybe that was not your intention but for your dragon to suddenly cease fighting at the sight of your injury is a very bad habit that needs to be broken. Had he continued to fight we would not be in the predicament we are in now. What predicament you may ask, you can’t see it or your dragon for that matter. Your eyes are not as developed as mine. Already a much larger scouting crew is reaching the outskirts of the forest. They will be here within an hour if they travel at the constant speed they are now. I know you fear being labeled as a murderer, but it’s a name that not only suits our kind, but will receive whether you agree to it or not! Now we must go, you don’t trust me. I respect that as any person should, but I rest assure you, you have been blessed with the gift. Set aside your childish fears and glide with me to your destiny…”
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Post by Aurora on Mar 4, 2008 22:51:42 GMT -5
Asren had been paying attention this whole time while this new rider spoke to her about his past somewhat and introduced her to his own dragon. She nodded in acknowledgment towards it, yet her eyes were distracted when Dematoss placed his tail somewhat around her. It was not unusual for him to do this, she slept that way curled up against her dragon with his tail around her. She smiled towards her dragon, but she walked to him, placing a gently hand against his scaley stomach. She looked up to him. Calm yourself Dematoss, I think we can trust them. Her attention turned back to the newcomer.
"My name is Asren." She spoke up. "As for, how many we've killed, it was not many. Ten, maybe twenty, if we're lucky." To be honest she was very nervous at the moment. She had never seen another dragon or a rider. And even the way this other carried himself seemed like he was dangerous, but he also seemed to be a great warrior that knew what he was doing. "Why do you ask?" She was only being curious now.
Her eyes were scanning around, it was so quiet, but if anything, Dematoss would have warned her about it. "What are you doing here anyways? Surely you would not just suddenly appear to me, you must have a reason?" She walked over and sat on Dematoss' strong tail, she was still sleepy, seeing as she had been somewhat rudely awaken. Well, not rudely, but suddenly. Hopefully, he would answer her questions.
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