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Post by Kiva on Mar 18, 2006 22:37:12 GMT -5
Here are the simple rules for my RP:
1.) No Omnipotence Mode- We all have a weakness... 2.) No vulgar language- There are more creative ways to express yourself... 3.) No use of magic- I don't approve of the use of spells and the like, but natural abilities like breathing fire and the like are fine...
That's about it for this RP. It's not so bad, really. Anywho, I figured since Dwaggie shut down his RP, I'd start one of my own and see if I have any better luck. So far, the only plot that I have is the fact that dragons are being hunted wherever they go. Easy enough to work with I think and expand on. If anyone wants to add more depth and plot to it, go right ahead.
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Post by Kiva on Mar 18, 2006 22:37:48 GMT -5
Xiriashnavar's sad emerald eyes surveyed the Irish landscape. In the valley below, smoke rose from the ruins of a torched village. Although possesing the ability to breathe fire, the silver-green mountain dragon hadn't done this deed.
This tiny village had been one of the few that loved her and was not afraid of her, for she ruled the land with fairness and generosity. In return, she protected this village, and others like it, from their more powerful neighbors.
But a trap had been set, and she'd fallen into it. The Hunters had found her nest and destroyed it. Xiri mourned her clutch of 3 eggs that she had tended so carefully. It had been the last good thing she'd had of her mate, whom she had lost to the Hunters almost a year before. And while she was dealing with her nest, the Usurpers had come and destroyed this little town that still loved and supported its leader. She had lost two things precious to her this day, and her heart felt like it was breaking.
Llewellyn stood beside the massive dragon, also viewing the tragic scene. This had been the 19-year-old boy's home, and now to see it destroyed was almost too much to bear. The young man had been out hunting meat in Xiriashnavar's forest when she'd come to fetch him and take him home to tell the Elders of the village about what had happened to her nest. The two had landed at this sight and until that point, neither of them had spoken.
“Why, Xiri? Why would they do this?” Llewellyn whispered, hoarsely.
Xiri shook her head. “I cannot say for sure. People are afraid of what they cannot control. They were afraid we would control them against their will, so they wrested control away from us. But now, they cannot control this fear they begat, and they lash out at what had only protected them before.” She sighed. “They do not know what it is they have done. There was no bloodshed when we ruled. Yet now that our protection is gone from them, they have resorted to death as an illusion of peace and safety.”
“What are you going to do?”
“What can I do, Llewellyn? If I retaliate against those that have done this terrible deed, it will only fuel the fire of rebellion that has been sparked in their hearts; and will only lead to a raging inferno that will consume many lives. If I do nothing, they will simply hunt me down.” She turned to look down at her young friend.
“You must go to Grishne's(pronounced: GRIZH-nay) village. Your sweetheart is there, and you will be able to make a new life for yourself there.”
Llewellyn looked shocked. “But they hate you! They killed Grishne just shortly after you two came together! How can I betray his memory and my loyalty to you?”
Xiri chuckled. “You are not betraying me, young one. You will be one that can begin a new generation that does not know the hate stories told them by their parents.”
Llewellyn frowned. “But what about you? What will you do?”
Xiri sighed. “I cannot stay here. I must leave for a time until my people are once again safe.”
Tears suddenly filled Llewellyn's eyes. “Will you ever come back?” he asked, brokenly.
Xiri gently nuzzled the young man's shoulder. “I will watch over your children and your children's children until the day of my last breath, but look to find me no more in your life.”
Llewellyn reached up and stroked the massive dragon's cheek, a rare privilege these days, and backed off as Xiri spread her wings and took off, flying east. He watched until she was out of sight and headed down the path toward Grishne Village.
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With each flap of her wings, a tear fell from Xiri's eyes as she drew farther and farther away from her home. The beats of her wings brought her across the sea to somewhere in Europe to an unfamiliar mountain range. She was exhausted and needed sleep.
She found a small lake that had provided a small meal of fish, and a cave nearby that would serve as a good sleeping place. After making sure there were no human habitations nearby, Xiri settled herself inside the snug cave for a much needed rest.
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Post by sil on Mar 19, 2006 8:53:14 GMT -5
(OOC: This is great, I can integrate the history of Dragon City into this, well sort of...anyway, This is cool.)
Dinera (DEE-nera)looked out over the ruins of the last great dragon city in Europe. The city had been her home, and the home of her Rider, Ortha. The auburn Mountain dragon shed her tears freely, watching the buildings and statues of her home burn.
"What now?" Ortha asked, she was worried. Dinera was usually very talkative, this silence was unnerving.
"We head east, to the last dragon stronghold." Dinera said, watching dragons and humans alike fleeing what had been their homes for centuries.
"You mean Inthelar? But it has been empty for seasons." Ortha said, for a new rider pair, they were becoming very wise.
"Yes Ortha, but our people have no choice, many have been returning to that ancient dwelling, and now it is our turn." Dinera turned to allow her rider in the saddle.
"But, shouldn't we tell others?" Ortha asked, agast at the possibility of leaving the city behind.
"They are to distraught to listen. They will remember and come in their own time." Dinera replied, calmly waving her head to tell her rider to move.
Ortha complied. The pair took off, both crying their pain away.
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Post by Barry on Mar 19, 2006 17:45:39 GMT -5
… And still, in another part of the world, was another village being under attack. Ossicwater (Oz-sick-water) a small village in New South Wales, Australia was once a beautiful and peaceful seaport town with it’s lush and green forests and nice beaches where you can spend your days without the worries of the world has just fallen. Most of the land was laid to waste when the hunters came from the northern parts of Australia to seize control of the land.
In that town was a 32 year old boy named Lutor. Lutor was a very bright young man Who always was there when you needed him. What ever the problem was, he had to be a part of it. And not to far behind was his trusty friend, a 280 foot, Western Dragon named Dwaggie. Where ever Lutor went the Dragon was like his shadow watching his and everyone’s moves.
But today was to be different. Almost the whole town looked up to Lutor and his Dragon for protection. Then the hunters came in to town. These weren’t no ordinary hunters. They were dragon hunters. There only purpose was to go in to the lands and get rid of all the dragons. One of the hunters spoke in a weathered voice. “Arrr, you thar. yeah, the one with the scaly beast.” Lutor turned towards the hunter that spoke. “ Yea, What do you want with me you fiend?” Then the hunter grabbed Lutor by the arm. “Arrr, watch your trap boy, and don't do anythin' daft with me.” “What do you want sir?” Lutor asked. Then the hunter looked over towards the dragon. “Aye, I want your beasty boy. I''e been sent t' destroy all the beastys from this land. Now be nice and hand him o'er t' me boy and no harm will be done t' you, or t' the towns people.” With a sad look on his face, as Lutor stared back at his trusty friend. “Alright, So you do what you say, I will give him up to you.” Lutor didn’t want to loose his dragon, but he didn’t want the towns people to perish either. So he glanced back at the dragon. The look on the boys face told the dragon ‘Danger! Get out of here’ and then the hunter let Lutor loose. “Aye, you did good boy” said the hunter as he watch the boy return to the towns people.
Just then, The Dragon takes to the air before the hunters could do anything. He circled around the towns square and started to flame at the hunters. The dragon was careful not to hurt anyone, the towns people or the hunters. The towns people scattered about leaving no one to be found accept Lutor. Lutor shouted at the dragon. “Leave now!” as he started to run for cover towards the forest. Then one of the hunters shouted at the boy. “Arrr, you filthy boy, you tricked us. For that you shall all pay with your deaths. Then The dragon flew off towards the southwest out to sea.
As the Dragon was flying over the sea, a thought came to him. One of the hunters voices was very familiar. Yes, it was the same group of hunters that followed him where ever the Dragon went. AnyWho, but surely enough, the Dragon will return to Ossicwater someday…
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Post by Kiva on Mar 20, 2006 6:25:15 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry guys, I would've replied sooner, but my laptop was on the blink... literally. The connection would just blink on and off. Anywho... This is starting to get good. )
Somewhere nearby, another dragon and his Rider were also making their way east. But they were rogues, and the two had personalities to match their wandering lifestyle. The 25 year old man hailed from Ireland, but a thirst for adventure led him to travel the world in search of what it had to offer him. Ciaran(Pronounced: KEE-run) was 6' 2”, with rich golden hair that came past his shoulders and secured with a leather thong at the nape of his neck. His blue-gray eyes sparkled with a barely contained sense of humor, and was quite fond of a good practical joke. His dark brown leather riding outfit hung just right. Tight enough to show off the proof of what the years of physical activity had produced concerning his musculature, but loose enough so as not to inhibit movement.
His partner in crime was a 120 foot long male Mountain dragon named Taron. The black armored dragon's scales shone like onxy, and smoky gray eyes darted around quickly, taking in everything at once. The nearly 300 year old dragon had a firey temper to match his ability, and his wander-lust soon allowed him to cross paths with Ciaran. The two hit it off instantly, and soon became inseparable.
Now it seemed that something was happeneing to the people of the world. They no longer loved their Draconian companions, instead fearing them and hunting them. Ciaran and Taron had needed to flee from several towns and villages that despised Taron's kind and tried to kill them. Now something was luring Taron eastward. He wasn't ssure what it was, but something was calling out to his heart and soul. Ciaran was up for the adventure and along for the ride.
Taron flew into a large cloud, the mist cooling his scales. Behind him, he could hear Ciaran sigh in contentment as the vapor cooled him down as well. Ciaran leaned back in his saddle, eyes closed, breathing in the moist air. He was just about to remark to Taron about stopping for the evening when they collided with something. There was a Draconian screech, and a woman's yelp as Ciaran tumbled headfirst out of the saddle. He plummeted to the ground and heard Taron's distressed roar.
Suddenly, another dragon and its Rider were beside him in a controlled freefall. He saw the woman on the auburn colored dragon's saddle hold her hand out to him. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand and her dragon eased them out of the freefall only a few hundred feet from the ground.
They landed and the woman released his hand. He slumped to the ground a moment to catch his breath, and Taron landed beside him a moment later. He snuffled the young man from head to foot, searching for any sign of injury. When his search revealed nothing amiss, Taron rounded on the newcomers.
“Why don't you look where you're flying?! He could've been killed!”
Both the woman and her dragon companion looked ready to defend themselves, but Ciaran got up and stroked Taron's muzzle, effectively calming him.
“Please, forgive my friend's lack of manners. He's a hot-head and tends to act and speak before he thinks.” He walked over and held out his hand to the woman. “I thank you for saving my life, kind lady. My name is Ciaran and my hot tempered partner over there is Taron.” Taron snorted, still in a bad mood. Ciaran chuckled and turned his attention back to the woman before him. “Might I have the pleasure of knowing the name of my rescuer?”
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Xiri awoke to the sound of some sort of hub-bub going on nearby. She crept out of the cave and stealthily made her way down to the source of the disturbance. She was amazed to see two dragons, a black male and an auburn female with their respective male and female human friends talking together. It was rare to see this many dragons in one spot nowadays.
She stayed nearby and listened to the exchange.
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Post by Barry on Mar 20, 2006 16:44:48 GMT -5
…As the Dragon was going along and still thinking about Lutor and the town of Ossicwater, A strange feeling came over him that he should head towards to the northwest. The Dragon kept saying to himself, “Arrr, why? What’s up thar that I should have t' go that direction? What if thar be some puny humans up thar with those noisy stick o' theirs just waitin' for me so they can ambush me?” The 300+ year old Western Dragon wasn’t sure if he was to go or stay on his current flight plan. He had to make a decision soon either to listen to his instincts or keep on going to the land of ice and snow what the humans called Antarctica. Antarctica was the last place any human would ever go. With it sub-freezing temperatures close to -100ºF no human could withstand it. It was and alright place for a dragon of his kind the elements didn’t effect the Dragon that much. “Alright, I'll go t' the northwest, but if I run in t' any trouble with those noisy stick humans, I'm headin' back towards the land o' ice and snow.” So the Dragon changed course and headed towards the northwest to what the humans called Europe…
{OOC: Kiva, the RPs going good so far. BTW, I hope this is okay. I'm a lone dragon with no human rider. I feel more comfortable doing it that way.}
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Post by sil on Mar 20, 2006 19:59:46 GMT -5
(OOC: It would seem to me, miss Kiva, that thow enjoy meeting up with thine characters. Is it a hint?)
Ortha stood straighter, glad to not be the only Rider left. "I am Ortha, rider of Dinera. We are on our way to Ithelar, in the Himalayans." Cairan noticed from the girls accent that she was Irish too.
"Where are you from? Your accent is familiar, but I've never seen you before. And dragon Riders aren't usually hard to miss."
Dinera answered for her rider. She wasn't as good at speaking to newcomers as the dragon. "Ortha was an orphan. She was raised by her towns healer. At the age of ten she discovered my egg, and raised me from a chick. When the townsfolk discovered me, they shunned us. We lived for a time in the Dragon City, Kenet. But it was destroyed recently."
It was a long speach for the auburn female. Ortha felt glad that the dragon had taken up in her startlement. The 22 year old smoothed out her leather flying jacket. She raised herself to her full 5' 4" height. Not much, she mused, but at least I can stand tall in my heritage.
"Would you care to join us?" She asked, brushing an erring strand of her long red hair away from her face. Cairan was a looker, he was. If a bit to tall for her tastes, if she had been that shallow as to look only at appearance.
Cairan pretended to mull it over. "We would be delighted."
(There. Now if you want Xiri in on this little escapade, it's up to you Kiva.)
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Post by Kiva on Mar 20, 2006 22:15:46 GMT -5
As Ortha was scrutinizing him, Ciaran was returning the favor. And frankly, he rather liked what he saw, too. Mentally smacking himself, Ciaran stretched his stiff back. “I would, however wish to stop for the night. We've been flying for nearly a day straight. I'm tired and a little saddle sore, and I think it best that we all...” he paused suddenly and cocked his head, listening. Taron tensed up too.
“You sense it, too, Ciaran?” Taron whispered. Ciaran nodded.
In one deft movement, he pulled a Flamberge Claymore from it's sheath strapped to Taron's saddle and held it ready. “Whoever's out there, make yourself known!” he shouted to the nearby trees. Ortha thought this behavior a little odd, but Denera got the drift and readied herself for the unknown as well.
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Xiri's muscles cramped from having to stay crouched for so long. She shifted slightly, but the rustling was enough to alert the group to her presence. She saw the human male unsheath a sword and brandish it menacingly, calling for her to come out. This angered Xiri. No one summoned her in such a rude way and got away with it.
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Ciaran saw the bushes move as whoever was hiding in them stepped out. His jaw dropped at the sight of the pale silver-green dragon entering the clearing. He recognized immediately who it was, and was instantly ashamed. And the look of anger on her face sent a shudder of fear down his spine.
“Who are you?” Taron challenged, “And why do you spy on us?” He was surprised when Ciaran laid a controlling hand on his muzzle, physically closing his mouth.
“Xiriashnavar...” was all he whispered. Taron's eyes widened. Ciaran had told him the stories of his homeland, but he had thought them simple legends. Now his big mouth had gotten them into trouble again.
Ciaran walked up to Xiri, his head bowed. He shoved the tip of his Claymore into the dirt and dropped to one knee. “Forgive this impudant warrior, M'Lady. By my ignorance, I have offended you, and you are right to be angered. I can do naught but express my sincerest apologies and beg your forgiveness.”
Xiri almost laughed, but caught herself just in time. Apparently, this warrior had only heard of Xiri's political power, and knew very little of her personal self. Any who truly knew Xiri, knew that she wouldn't be so seriously offended by such a trifle. She leaned down and nudged the man's shoulder.
“Stand up, fool. You'll dirty your clothes.” Ciaran scrambled to his feet. Summoning all her seriousness (although it was difficult), she continued. “Your pleas have moved me and you are fogiven this tresspass. But see that it does not happen again, understand.” The twinkle in her eyes showed that she truly was not angry and Ciaran grinned. Xiri strode past him and over to the others.
“I must say, I am surprised to see so many dragons and Riders in one place. It is not often I am fortunate to see others of my kin, or those who still love them. It seems that introductions are in order. I know your names already, but it is only fair that you know mine.” She bowed her head in greeting.
“My name is Xiriashnavar, Once Draconian Ruler of Ireland, now a willing outcast of said homeland. I head east to Inthelar, the birthplace of my ancestors.”
She raised her head and looked at the group. “Now that pleasentries are over, this forest is teeming with life, and I'm hungry.”
In reply, Taron's stomach growled and Ciaran laughed. “I guess we could all use some fresh meat.”
So it was settled. Taron and Xiri would hunt, while Denera, Ortha, and Ciaran would set up camp.
Xiri and Taron returned some time later with several deer they'd managed to catch. Xiri gave one to Ciaran and Ortha to dress and cook however they saw fit, and kept 2 smaller ones for herself; not having properly eaten for nearly 3 days.
Taron shyly approached Denera with a large buck he'd caught and gave it to her. “I'm sorry about my temper, earlier. I was worried for my partner, and reacted before I got the chance to realize that you had helped save his life. Ciaran says I need to work on that.”
(OOC: NOW[/b] who needs to be slapped for not getting a hint? You thought I forgot about that didn't you...? Anywho, yes it is a hint, and you can go along with it or not. I've left some space between the part where Xiri and Taron leave to hunt and their return for a place if you wanted to develop anything there. There's also a spot at the end if you want somethign between Taron and Denera as well. What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic at heart... Also, Dwaggie, you can join up with us if you want. And bring along some of those Hunters with you. We need some action around here.[/color]
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Post by Barry on Mar 21, 2006 0:22:01 GMT -5
{OOC: you want hunters? Okay let their be hunters. These hunters won't stop untill they have kill the last of the Mazaanakolas and all dragons. }
Back in Ossicwater…
…Things weren’t looking good for Ossicwater. All the people went in to hiding. Lutor headed for the protection of the forest. And Dwaggie flew out to sea. All that was left was the dragon hunters. With a puzzled look on his face, one of the hunters walked up to the towns square. “Aye, dang, gar! We almost had him. Whar do you supposed you think the last Mazaanakolas(Maz-an-NACK-Oh-las) beasty is headed off t' now sir?” “Arrr, away from us again.” Another hunter said. “Arrr, this is no time t' be daft now.” the boss bespoke. “Aye, by the direction he flew, It looks like he headed for…” He was cut off by another hunter. “Aye, the land o' ice and snow.” “Arrr, no, argh! He wants us t' think that. Arrr, Mazaanakolas beasty tried that trick on us before.” “Arrr, then, whar do you suppose you think he is goin' Boss?” The boss turned and faced the hunter that spoke, “Ahoy, rat, argh! Why do I have so many grungy sprogs. Arrr, do Me have t' explain e'erythin' t' ya, argh! “Do you daft bilge rats have minds o' your own? “I'll tell ya this time, but the next time your on your own. Arrr, you daft squiffies, that Mazaanakolas is headed northwest somewhar. Probably England or Europe.” Another hunter spoke. “Aye, okay, lets get a mo'e on it. The Mazaanakolas beasty can't be t' far ahead o' us. me so much want t' hang from the yardarm that beasty.” Then they boarded there ship and headed towards the northwest for Europe…
Out over the sea…
The Dragon was now over the southern tip of Africa. Heading north now. By this time he was about to cross over the terminator from day to night. He was also getting very tired from all that flying. So he made a stop in what the humans call Egypt to rest for the night…
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Post by sil on Mar 23, 2006 19:59:49 GMT -5
( Alright, I concede defeat. I had hoped you'd forgotten. ;D) Ortha watched the two dragons fly off over the tree-tops. Dinera settled herself into a wallow in the ground, chirruping low in her throught in contentment. Cairan looked up from his attempt to build a fire, smiling at her. "Taron never makes noises like that." He said standing up from his work. "Yes, well, Dinera is much younger than Taron. Even though she is an adult. She just enjoys making odd sounds. She even sings." Ortha dropped a pile of sticks in the ring and stood up. Cairan was bending over to fix an erring rock, and the two turned their faces up at the same time. They were so close their noses were touching. They stood there, eyeing each other up. Suddenly They both stood tall, a slight blush on both their cheeks. "She sings?" Cairan asked, to break the akward silence. "Well, it's not really singing, but she hums a descant in time to my voice." "You sing?" Cairan asked. A minstrel pair before him. "Why yes. It was sort of my hobby. I didn't connect much with the other children in my village, so I taught myself to play various instruments. I have a fiddle and guitar on my saddle now. As well a many pipes I've made from local reeds." Ortha was glad to latch onto anything that would help sway her mind from thought of Cairan's taught body above her own. "Maybe I can hear you sing tonight." Cairan asked, just as glad for a distraction. The two turned in unison to the resting dragon in her wallow. With a why-didn't-you-just-say-so look Dinera lit the bundle of sticks from the bottom. Cairan knelt down to feed the burning kindling, and Ortha went to retrieve her music and instruments. After Xiri and Taron returned and the five had eaten a substantial meal, Ortha tuned her guitar and pulled out some of her favorite songs. Her light contralto voice lilted above the chords of her guitar as she sang old Irish drinking tunes, and lays of Dragon deeds. Ortha sang in a detached way. She used her singing as a way to get close to Cairan. Moving with this song, leaning her thigh on his in her zeal of the music. She was completely aware of every touch and glance. And if he didn't like it he could always move away. Cairan wasn't the only one reveling in this attention. Taron was looking over Dinera's suple female form. She was close to rising, he could smell it. A mating flight, just what he needed to revitalize him in these trying times. It would be good for his rider as well. Ortha heard all of Taron's thoughts about her dragon as clearly as if he had spoke them. Orhta had learned through her own dragon, and later with others in her home city of Kenet, that she had a powerful connection with dragonkind. There had once been many of these types, ones who could hear dragons in their minds, but most had been either killed or shunned. As far as she knew Ortha was the last one left. If she was riled enough, she could even hear other human thoughts and broadcast her own or others. The one fatal flaw of this power, mating flights. She reveled in them and despised them. Dragons in heat broadcast very loudly and powerfully, and henseforth, Ortha would either kill herself from the pain and plessure, or find a release. She had had her release in her mate, Kinthar. But he had been killed in a raid on the City over two years ago now. Maybe if Dinera rouse and Taron caught her, Cairan could be her new release. But he would be more than that. Much more. Ortha finished her last song, and recieved much clapping and subbdued bugling from her audiance. With thoughts of Cairan in mind, Ortha curled up in Dinera's folded for-arms, and fell asleep.
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Post by Barry on Mar 23, 2006 23:22:57 GMT -5
{OOC… This is going to be a short one, 'cus I have a lot of things that need to be done in RL. You can control the hunters to keep this RP alive, but not my Dragon. You all seen how the hunters talk and act. Just improvise.
When I find some free time, which I will make, I'll continue with you all.}
…Only a few days had passed when the hunters left Ossicwater. By this time the hunters had almost reached their destination, Europe. Thinking that The Mazaanakolas beasty was their, they docked their ship. But they didn’t know the Dragon was in Egypt resting. So the hunters went ashore and headed for the mountains in Europe hoping to fine the beasty or any other beasties there…
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Post by Kiva on Mar 25, 2006 20:59:47 GMT -5
Ciaran listened to Ortha's singing and was enraptured. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her, and even when the song was finished, her sweet voice still rang in his head. But she was tired and had retreated to her sleeping site with Dinera. Ciaran also stood, stretched, and padded over to where Taron and Xiri relaxed. Rummaging around in the saddle-bags, he pulls out a sleeping mat and a sheepskin blanket. After spreading them out on the ground, Ciaran laid down on his back, crossed his arms under his head and stared at the stars.
“I've never seen so many of them...” Taron whispered, following his partners gaze. He had slipped over and curled around Ciaran's pallet in their usual sleeping arrangement.
“There are more now than there were a few years ago,” Xiri's voice solemnly broke in.
“What do you mean?” Ciaran asked, looking up at her.
Xiri sighed and also turned her attention to the stars. Her voice sounded aged far past her nearly 200 years. It was the result of her possession of the Heartland Stone. All the memories and experiences of all the other Draconian leaders were stored with the facets of the stone. Xiri had experienced them all and was adding her own to the mix as well.
“Unlike humans, dragons don't have an afterlife. Not the same as a human's anyway.” She paused when she saw the confused looks on Ciaran and Taron's faces. “I'll tell you the way it was told me.
“Aeons ago, the night sky was lit only by the moon. For a time, this was sufficient for Man to find his way in the night. One day, a young dragon left his home and his human friend to go hunting. When the dragon did not return that evening, the Man went looking for him. It was the night of a new moon, and the Man became hopelessly lost, to the point that he could not find his way home and the Man perished. The dragon mourned his friend's passing and died from the sorrow of a broken heart.”
“It is said that the dragon's soul traveled to the realm of Night and begged the Moon to continuously shine upon the Earth so that Man will not be left alone in darkness. The Moon refused and the dragon's soul sat in the heavens, standing watch over Man as he struggled to find a way in the dark. But the dragon's soul had absorbed some of the Moon's light, and little did he know that his soul had become a star.”
She turned back towards her captive audience, her eyes filled with emotion. “When a dragon dies, its soul has the chance to once again ask the Moon for its light. If it does this, the dragon's soul becomes a star. If it does not care and refuses to ask, then it simply vanishes.”
“Wow!” Ciaran whispered. “I had no idea...” Xiri said nothing, but simply put her head on her foreclaws and promptly fell asleep. Ciaran peeked over his shoulder at Ortha, who still lay sleeping curled in Dinera's forearms. He felt Taron's snout poke him in the side.
“If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in love, Ciaran.” Ciaran turned to him and sputtered.
“No! I just wanted to make sure... I mean.. it's not like that...” Taron started to laugh and Ciaran smirked.
“Yeah? Well, don't think I didn't see you eyeing up Dinera over there, either!” That shut Taron up. The two bachelors simply looked at each other a several moments before Taron broke the silence.
“I don't know about you, but I'm tired. What about you?”
“Exhausted,” Ciaran replied. The two settled themselves in and quickly fell asleep.
(OOC: I know how you feel, Barry. It seems that college and work are taking up so much time, I don't have any left to do anything else. I try to work with what I have though. It's got to get better soon...
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Post by sil on Apr 2, 2006 8:09:22 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry guys, long week. But I'm back now!)
Ortha woke with a start. She had been dreaming. But try as she might, she couldn't remember it for the life of her. Something about Dinera's rising and Cairan and... It didn't matter.
Ortha rose from her resting place, the rest of the camp was still asleep. Ortha's eyes lingered on Cairan, his face more relaxed with sleep then she'd seen it yet. If only she could keep his face that way.
She was thinking like they were already lovers. She had better keep a better control on her emotions, or she would be explaining herself to a very confused Cairan.
She stoked the fire. Once a roaring blaze sat in the pit, Ortha turned herself to face her sleeping companions. She smiled slightly, an idea forming in her mind. She cooked a good breakfast, being very sure to not let anyone smell it cooking.
She then went over to Dinera and gently shook her awake. Orhta told her of her plan, and Dinera agreed to take part.
Ortha went to stand back with the food, right infront of Cairan. She lifted her fingers to Dinera. One...Two...Three!
"Ggggggggggggggggooooooooooooooood Mmmmmmmmooooooorrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnng!" The two called, one in human, the other in dragon. Birds in the nearby trees took flight at the noise.
Cairan and Taron stood straight up. Taron's wings poised to take flight, Cairan's sword unsheathed. Xiri stood with a slightly confused face on. She had only been half asleep before this most interesting of wake-up calls.
Ortha stood there smiling, a plate of breakfast in her hands. She walked up to Cairan and put the food infront of his face.
"Breakfast?" She asked in a most convincing casual voice. She was flushed with the wake-up, and only slightly aroused with being so close to Cairan's bare, smooth chest.
Cairan blinked, still looking for an attack. Taron on the other hand, surprised every one by falling to the ground, laughing like a newborn hatchling. Except the laugh was more like a deep bass rumble that had the ground shaking.
Needless to say, it was infectious. Xiri and Dinera was chuckling in their slightly higher alto voices. Ortha was grinninng through her teeth. Cairan had lowered his sword, just staring.
"You find that funny do you?" He asked, a touch of agitation in his voice.
"Yeah, I do." Ortha replied, placing the food on a nearby log.
"Oh I'll show you funny!" Cairan called as he dropped his sword and lunged at the beautiful petite woman before him.
"Ah!" Ortha screamed, running from the man. He gave chase. The dragon's continued laughing, this time at the two humans chasing each other about the campsight.
Finally Cairan caught Ortha. She landed on the ground, Cairan proping himself up on his arms above her. She turned around, still laughing. She was surprised when he took some hidden initiative and kissed her flushed face.
Shock registered breefly on Ortha's face, before the lust she had been feeling since that morning took over. She had to be careful though, she didn't want to coax Dinera into an early mating flight. Or did she?
(OOC: Alright Kiva, lets see if your ready for a mating flight. If you are, start it off. If not, you can end the scene right here. Your choice. Make the right one.)
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Barry
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Post by Barry on Apr 2, 2006 19:22:39 GMT -5
The scene was all set for the mating flight. All was going well. But little as they knew, the dragon hunters were very close by. They were listening in on there conversation. And then it happened. The band of dragon hunters appeared on to the scene from out of nowhere.. “Aye, well, well well, What have we har? Aye, looks like we have us a little get together goin' on do we?” With and evil look on his face, “Arrr, oh, argh! lookie har, argh! thar be beasties har. Ahoy, well, scence we couldn't find that Mazaanakolas beasty, we might as well hang from the yardarm these beasties.”
Aye, yeah, before they do this flight thangy and make more o' thoses beasties.”
Everyone was stunned to see that the hunters found them… {OOC: Ok,, via Kiva's request I brought in the hunters. Have fun with it.}
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sil
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Post by sil on Apr 4, 2006 7:28:19 GMT -5
(OOC: fine! But I won't have fun happily!) Cairan was off of Ortha in a moment, pulling a hidden knife out from his belt. Ortha was still slightly dazed, the scene had been perfect. In her slight hezitation, she didn't notice the hunter sneak up behind her and slide a dagger alongside her neck. "No beast move! Or the lady dies!" The hunter cried, stopping both Dinera and Cairan in their tracks. Taron and Xiri watched in horror as their friends were forced to a stand off. The silence grew. Cairan's head was raging, what could he do. He was standing there, half naked, with a dagger about as long as his tooth. And Ortha was in trouble. Ortha kept herself relaxed. She could get out of this. She just had to remain calm. "Um, Excuse me?" She asked her stern faced captor. "Could you please let up a little on my left hand, your hurting my wrist. Thank You." Her freed hand gave her the leverage she needed. In one quick motion the Hunter was on the ground. His dagger now in Ortha's hands. Ortha reached her mind out to the dragons. Alright. we'll have to do a pick-up to get out of this. Luckily we never took off your saddles. Alright one, two three!" Thetwo dragons lifted from the ground, grabbing their riders in their claws as they left. Xiri followed. The sounds of gunshots filled the air. Taron moaned as two shots hit his wing membrane. Ortha and Cairan had meanwhile crawled up to their saddles. "Are you crazy?" Cairan shouted to his dragon. "You could have gotten us killed. What if Dinera hadn't followed." "She wouldn't have." Taron replied calmly. "Oh really, how do you know?" Cairan called. "Because Ortha was the one to suggest the pick up." (OOC: And now Cairan knows Ortha's secret. Oooh, drama!)
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