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Post by ringwraith on Nov 20, 2007 11:04:51 GMT -5
As Ancalagon let out a fierce roar of pain and dropped Asren, the fire hit his head with the heat of the sun. He writhed and brought up his wing as a shield and it shredded the leathery skin away, but before it could disintergrate all together, he shot away from the fire, the gashes in his neck burning too. With the last of his strength, he landed on a rock and curled up like a serpent, the blood gushing from his wounds, the tattered, burnt wing and the huge burns marked out by the strange reaction of Ancalagon's scales to the fire - the scales on one side of his head and down his neck had turned white - the heat had bunt away the pigment in them. He sat coiled on the rock, panting, a venemous look in his eyes as he watched the pair. He was in no state to fight any more, and neither was his opponent by the looks of him. He simply sat and watched and waited for their next move...
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Post by Aurora on Nov 24, 2007 23:24:18 GMT -5
She agreed with her friend as she rubbed his neck gently. "Yes Dematoss, right away. You will get rest and I will treat your wounds. Thank you..so very much Dematoss, I owe you my life." She let his dragon fly and wader off, she knew that he always knew what was right.
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Post by Ademar on Dec 1, 2007 15:41:01 GMT -5
They found a giant cave in the side of a mountain. Dematoss was hurting more and he needed to rest so they stopped here. He let his rider down and un hooked his own saddle and fell to the floor with a loud thud. "I just need to rest...worry not about me Asren"
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Post by ringwraith on Dec 2, 2007 10:01:26 GMT -5
Ancalagon watched them leave with malicious red eyes. He snorted and flapped his great wings feebly, but the tattered wing would not support his left side and he landed back on the rocky cliff with a croaky hiss of frustration; the gashes in his neck had obviously caught his voice box. With a loud clattering of scales and talons, he landed and began to limp away along the hilltop which lead away from the ruined town, his long forked tail trailing sadly behind him, his shredded wing hanging awkwardly at his side, though still he kept his head held high as though in defiance of his defeat, despite the biting pain on his neck and the white burns on his head. At last, in a murky forest clearing far away from the town which now looked like a mere plume of dark smoke on the horizon, Ancalagon slumped down beside a small stream and lowered his great head to it and took a great draught of cooling water before curling up, his tattered wing covering him like a ragged blanket as he slept...
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Post by Aurora on Dec 14, 2007 1:17:22 GMT -5
Asren had made sure that Dematoss was calm so that the bleeding of his wounds would alm as well. Her gentle hand running up and down his neck until they landed. Gently and for hours she did her friend the favor of washing, cleaning, and soothing the aches and pains from the battle from earlier in the day. "How do you feel?" She asked the poor thing outloud. She hoped that he felt better, even if it was only a little.
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Post by Ademar on Dec 16, 2007 20:54:45 GMT -5
Dematoss was in bad shape as well. "Forgive...me..Asren, My foolheartyness nearly got both of us killed....I beg my riders forgiveness" He said to her as she tended to him, then she only asked if he was alright. "Im fine Asren....you need to tend to yourself....I do not deserve your care...tis my fault we were both so badly injured..." -he was honest in his appology, he was accepting responsibility.
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Post by Aurora on Jan 1, 2008 22:35:25 GMT -5
Asren would never scold her dragon, not like he was asking her to. She made sure to cover up his wounds well, she was hoping he would be alright in the morning. Maybe a little sore, but he would be well again. "Dematoss you know I coudl never be cross with you, you saved my life and so you're getting the care you more than deserve." She knew where all his sensitive spots were and so massaged them well, as he closed his eyes. "rest well my dragon.."
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