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Post by sil on May 6, 2006 10:20:24 GMT -5
As the dragons landed in the square, they were confronted by massed of people and other dragons of all sorts. Long low-slung Forest dragons, other mountain dragons, all kinds greeted them. The crowds were screaming and celebrating. There were more of them left, and a pair who had recently mated. Hope for the future.
Suddenly the crowds parted and three elderly dragons and three elderly humans came forward. They stopped before the six dragons.
"Welcome Travelers! Welcome to Inthelar, our last stronghold. We are please to welcome you Ortha, last of the Listeners and her dragon Dinera, and Xiriashnavar, Keeper of the Heartland Stone. As well as Cairan and Taron, and Surth. Welcome all!" Called a human in the front. A large purple forest dragon stepped forward.
"Now, please, come with us we have much to discuss." The six travelers followed the six elderly creatures into the heart of Inthelar.
(Short I know, but I have other pressing matters.)
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Post by Kiva on May 7, 2006 13:17:28 GMT -5
(OOC: Another interesting character to play with here... Enjoy!)
Progress was slow in getting to wherever the meeting place was scheduled. It seemed that every few steps they took, Dinera and Taron were being stopped and congratulated. A few single males had come to see the new females that arrived, but some menacing growls and a little posturing by Taron sent them scurrying off to bother Xiri, who shrank into Surth's shadow and stayed there.
Ciaran had dismounted and walked between Taron's legs; the easiest way to distance himself from the pressing crowd. A shout from the side brought his attention to a man pushing his way through the crowd towards him. Instantly, he recognized the man, and a myriad of emotions flickered through him; not all of them pleasant.
He was a stocky man, about 5 inches shorter and 2 years older than Ciaran, but with twice the build. His raven black hair also came down just past his shoulders and secured with a leather thong, and his hazel eyes were warm and inviting. The man finally made it to Ciaran's side and slapped him on the back, good-naturedly.
“Ciaran, you wandering dracling! Where have you been?”
Ciaran grinned at his long-time friend. “It's good to see you too, Leidolf. You should know me by now; I'm here, there, and everywhere.”
“That I do, friend, that I do.” He looked around him, almost suspiciously, and his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “So, is it true? Have you and Taron finally met your... “match” so to speak?”
Ciaran blushed. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” As if on cue, Ortha walked up. Leidolf's eyes grew wide as he openly scrutinized Ortha and met Ciaran's gaze, his eyebrow raised in an unspoken question. Ciaran replied with a slight nod, and a playfully feral gleam came into Leidolf's eyes. Ciaran didn't like the look and he moved to stand beside Ortha, his arm around her waist, protectively. Leidolf took the hint and backed off into the crowd. Ortha turned a questioning look to Ciaran.
“Do you know that man? Is he a friend of yours?”
Ciaran's jaw clenched and he nodded, tersely. “His name is Leidolf, and he's one of the last Gaelic/Viking warriors to partner with a dragon. All others have either died, or went their separate ways; but he and Fafnir are inseparable.”
Ortha's brow furrowed. “You sound as though you don't like him very much, love.”
Ciaran sighed. “My feelings towards him are mixed at best. He is a powerful ally, and one you can sleep soundly near; but...”
“But...?” Ortha prodded.
“He's wily. When he wants something, he'll stop at nothing to get it; and he more often than not succeeds.” Ciaran turned and wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her close and inhaling the rain-and-flower scent of her hair. “I'm jealous enough to want to keep you for myself, Ortha, even though Dinera is your partner and I must now share you with this crowd of people and dragons as we try to decide how best to face our future.” He pulled back a little and looked down at her, his heart warmed by the love he saw sparkling in her eyes. His lips were still turned down into a frown. “You've caught Leidolf's eye, Ortha, and I don't know what to do. He is my friend, but you...” He paused and ran his fingers through her ruby tresses. “You are my heart. And I cannot live without my heart.”
Ortha cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, gently. Ciaran sensed her growing desire for him to deepen the embrace, but he reluctantly pulled away. He held her close for a moment and gave a Draconian sounding purr in her ear.
“Later...” he whispered, “If you so wish...”
He turned briskly and marched off to rejoin Taron on their way to wherever the Elders were taking them. Turning his head slightly to look back at Ortha over his shoulder, he flashed her and ornery grin before turning back to the destination at hand.
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Post by sil on May 7, 2006 15:17:47 GMT -5
The Group of Elders and travelers finally stopped before a large building. It was built to house both human and draconian bodies.
"This way," lead the Elder into the maze of halls and offices within. They stopped before a set of large Bronze doors. The doors seemed to part on their own.
"Magic?" Ortha asked, she thought such a thing was only wild and untamed, a secret part of the dragon's history.
"No, no." the Elder said quickly. "Pedals, a pnumatic system pumps the air up into inflatable tubes that push the air open. Quite Ingenious actually."
"Very." Cairan responded, eyeing the open doors without total belief. Before them sat the rest of Inthelars council. Five representatives of each dragon species were present, and roughly five other humans sat around a large oak table.
"Welcome. From all of us here in Inthelar." Called an elderly woman in flowing robes that matched the other members. And so the Council questioned them on why they were here, where they came from, and many other questions that seemed to Cairan to be too revealing.
Once the Council dismissed them, they were lead by a dragon only about the size of a turkey to their quarters. The quarters consisted of three bedrooms, two large enough for dragons, one just the right size for humans. They exited into a large sitting room with dragon couches and a fireplace
"I'm afraid you will have to double up. We are short on space. You are lucky enough to have four rooms to yourself at all." the tiny dragon told the travelers. "If you have any trouble, I am stationed right down the hall." With that he left.
Ortha and Cairan looked through the large windows out onto the busy streets. Dragons busstled with humans through their daily chores.
"It would seem we're safe." Ortha said to Cairan as she came up and put her hands around his waist.
"Yes, but for how long?"
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Kinrashkar had been leading the Hunters on a long winding path to Inthelar. He was having second thoughts. Each night he would tell the Hunters he would see them in the morning, and then he would go far enough away to feel safe.
But he couldn't lead them on this wild goose chase forever. They weren't stupid. Oh, what a terrible mistake he'd made.
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Post by Kiva on May 11, 2006 10:41:17 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry guys, I was busy with college stuff. Only one more week to go! Woohoo!)
“What's wrong, Ciaran? I thought you would be happy now that we're among others like us.”
Ciaran shook his head. “I can't explain it. I just feel, trapped here. It's not just the people, it's...” He sighed. “I don't know. I guess I should just be content that we made it here safely.” His arms wrapped around hers and she leaned her head into his back, listening to his strong breathing.
After a few moments, he pulled away and began to investigate the rooms they'd be staying in. The two rooms their partners and friends would be staying in were spacious, yet cozy. He meandered his way over to the room assigned to himself and Ortha. It was the largest room Ciaran had ever seen for sleeping in, he himself having spent most of his time sleeping out in the open air with Taron. His eyes traveled to the large, four poster bed, and a slight blush rose to his cheeks. He jumped when Ortha ran a finger down the length of his spine.
“A penny for your thoughts...” she whispered.
He turned to face her, but couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. “I was wondering about sleeping arrangements. Since there is only one bed...” He took a ragged breath. “It's large enough for two, or I can sleep on the couch in the sitting room; whatever you prefer.”
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Xiri was entranced by the city. She'd never been here before, but the memories stored in the Heartland Stone had given her a glimpse of its magnificence. Still, it had an even bigger impact when seen from a first-hand experience. She was standing in a dark corner, simply watching everyone coming and going.
Surth had gone off to explore a little and promised to meet her later. Xiri was a little apprehensive about being left on her own. Living in such a wild, untamed land as Ireland had left little in the way of social interaction; save for a few celebrations and get-togethers during the year. Standing in the middle of a bustling city was certainly a nerve-wracking experience.
Suddenly, she sensed someone watching her. She whirled around and dropped into a defensive stance, snarling slightly. From the shadows behind her stepped a stocky, well built bronze Mountain dragon. His brilliant golden eyes scrutinized her form and he grinned.
“So, what brings a stunning female like yourself to Inthelar... alone?” he purred.
Xiri hissed. “Who are you, stranger?”
The dragon laughed. “Relax, sweetheart. My name is Fafnir. Me and my partner, Leidolf, just arrived here a few days ago from Norway. Might I ask who you are and where you hail from?”
Xiri straightened and stood tall, although she only came to Fafnir's shoulder. “My name is Xiriashnavar,” she said, briskly, “Supreme Draconian Ruler of Ireland, and Keeper of the Heartland Stone.”
Fafnir laughed. “You're one of those diplomats?! Yes, I can see why they'd want to drive you out...”
Xiri's eyes blazed at the insult. “How dare you...”
Suddenly, another figure appeared. A massive dragon of green and yellow stepped up beside them. Even more massive than Fafnir, he cut a truly imposing figure, and Xiri was awed by him. Fafnir was immediately defensive.
“And just who are you?” he asked, a trace of irritation in his voice.
The massive dragon grinned. “Me name is Dwaggie, and I couldn't help but noticing that you seem to be annoying this pretty little female. Argh, I don't appreciate such bullying.”
“I wouldn't necessarily call it 'bullying'...” he began.
“Well, I would,” Dwaggie interrupted, “And I think it's high time you left her alone.” He growled. “Am I understood?”
Fafnir's eyes narrowed. “Perfectly.” With a flick of his tail, he whirled around and disappeared into the shadows.
Dwaggie turned to Xiri and fixed her with a warm smile. “Are you all right, my dear?”
Xiri breathed a sigh and nodded. “I thank you for you intervention. You truly saved me from a violent confrontation, as I was quite ready to rip his head off.”
Dwaggie laughed. “You speak like one who has been well educated and you bear yourself like royalty. Who are you?”
Xiri introduced herself and was surprised when the massive Mountain dragon bowed respectfully to her.
“It is an honor to meet you, M'Lady.”
Xiri smiled. “Please, call me 'Xiri'. I have gone into voluntary exile, and I doubt I would be considered royalty any longer in Ireland.”
Dwaggie reached out a massive talon and gently touched the large emerald-like stone that hung from a chain around her neck. “Yet, you still wear the Heartland Stone. If it has not yet rejected you, you are still Ireland's rightful ruler.”
“What are you doing here?” an enraged voice growled behind them. Xiri turned her head to see Surth making his way toward them. His insolent tone was directed, not at her, but at Dwaggie. He strode forward and placed himself between Xiri and his former mentor.
“Why are you here, and what do you want?” he growled.
“I bring a warning to the people of Inthelar...” Dwaggie replied, calmly.
“Well, save it for the Elders. Leave me alone, Dwaggie. Leave Xiri alone. Just leave us alone, okay?!” Surth gave Xiri a nudge in the opposite direction, and she complied, following Surth out of the alleyway. She sent a grateful glance back at Dwaggie before leaving.
Dwaggie shook his head, sadly. “Foolish boy...” he muttered.
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Taron watched his mate sleep. His Dinera was so beautiful and was growing moreso each day that passed. His eyes gentled as he listened to her light, purring snore. He nuzzled her neck and she blinked up at him, sleepily.
“Is everything all right, Taron?” she asked, softly.
“Yes, dearest. Rest now. I'll go see if I can find some food for you.”
Dinera smiled and rested her head on her foreclaws again, her eyes closing. Taron nuzzled her neck once more.
“I love you, Dinera,” he breathed in her ear.
She murmured a sleepy reply and he turned and left to find some place to acquire sustenance.
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Post by sil on May 11, 2006 15:23:41 GMT -5
Ortha laughed.
"Do you honestly think that after what we've done, I'd have trouble sleeping in the same bed with you?" She laughed again.
"Well, no." Cairan's voice sounded small, he'd never felt so embarressed before. Ortha embraced him, pulling his head down for a gentle kiss.
"Good, because there'd be problems if you had." The two smiled at each other and went off to explore the vastness of their new home.
~*~*~*~
Kinrashkar and the Hunters had Inthelar in it's sights. But Kinrashkar had been able to convince the Hunters that the only way in was on the opposite side, a good days march around.
He had bought some time, but for what?
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Post by Kiva on May 16, 2006 9:29:45 GMT -5
Ciaran immediately made his way to the kitchen, but was dismayed to find it nearly devoid of food. Apparently, the rooms were kept ready for guests, but it was up to the guests to supply their own food. He'd need to go out and get some before the evening came. Tonight would probably be one of the first nights he would sleep peacefully in many weeks. He left Ortha with a farewell kiss and a promise to return soon.
Ortha was left to her own devices for about an hour when she head a knock on the door. Opening the door, she found herself standing face-to-face with Leidolf, Fafnir just behind him. He smiled at her and pushed past her into the room.
“Hello, Ortha, is Ciaran here?” he asked, looking around.
Ortha's eyes widened and her mouth hung open, a look of indignation on her face. She was startled when Fafnir stepped right over top of her and into the room as well. He had caught sight of Dinera, and was intrigued. He strutted around her, taking in every detail of her form. He gave an almost imperceptible purr.
“No, Ciaran's not here right now. What do you want, Leidolf?”
The Norseman turned and flashed her a charming grin. “So, I see Ciaran's told you a little bit about me,” he said as he stepped forward and brought Ortha's hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss. “A shame he's told you so little about himself.”
Ortha's brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Then he hasn't told you...?”
”Told her what, Leidolf?”[/b] an angry voice called out from the doorway. Ciaran stood there, entire body tensed, muscles taut with the exertion of restraining himself. Taron stood just behind him, snarling viciously at Fafnir. Fafnir simply smirked and reached out a talon to brush it gently across Dinera's auburn cheek. Taron's eye grew murderous, but a restraining hand on his forearm by Ciaran kept him from ripping into the bronze dragon then and there.
Leidolf too, seemed to enjoy taunting Ciaran. Before Ortha could react, his hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close to his side. “Why, tell her about your ability, Ciaran.”
The Irishman's brow furrowed in uncertainty. “What ability?” he asked, genuine confusion in his voice.
Ortha tried to push away from Leidolf, but he kept a firm grip on her. Ciaran noticed her struggles and his eyes immediately narrowed and flickered from blue to gold. Immediately, he was in front of Leidolf, grabbing the shorter man by his collar and hoisting him up to eye level, while the other hand pulled Ortha gently from his grasp to stand to the side and just behind him.
“Keep your hands off her, Leidolf, or I'll break them. I won't let you take her from me. Ever.”[/b] His voice was cold and quiet. His eyes were now a brilliant gold and Draconian looking. Leidolf grinned.
“Careful, Ciaran. You might have some explaining to do...”
Ciaran gave a disgusted sigh and flung him toward the door. “You would do well to stay away from me, Leidolf. I would hate our friendship to end this way.”
Leidolf picked himself up and straightened himself out. “As would I,” he said, impassively, “As would I.”
Leidolf's eye caught Fafnir's and he jerked his head in a signal to leave. The bronze dragon took the hint and made a swift exit, giving Taron a wry grin as he left.
When they had gone, Ciaran turned to face Ortha. Gone was his angry countenance, replaced with one of concern; and his eyes melted slowly from the sparkling gold color to its original crystalline blue.
“Are you all right, Ortha. He didn't hurt you did he?”[/color]
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Post by sil on May 17, 2006 14:46:28 GMT -5
"I...I'm fine..." Ortha brushed imaginary dust off herself nervously. "What... what was that?" She was nervous. He'd never been like that before.
Ciaran took a step toward her. She took a step back. "I think I should know what this is all about before you come any closer. I don't want to have to hurt you." She wasn't scared, maybe nervous, definatly curious, but not scared.
Cairan sighed...
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Post by Kiva on May 17, 2006 21:14:11 GMT -5
(OOC: Oh dear, I think Ortha just made the situation worse. That wasn't the best reaction to have. Major point loss, I'd say... )
Ciaran sighed and looked away. She wasn't the first person to back away from him in fear, but Ciaran had truly thought that... I mean... there was something different about her too... right?
“Is my anger truly that frightening?” he asked, softly. Looking up, he met her gaze with a sadness that seemed to originate deep within his heart. He opened his mouth to say something, then shook his head, as if trying to clear it. “I-I'm sorry I frightened you. I'm sorry Leidolf frightened you.” His tone had taken on one of pleading. “Forgive me, Ortha... I was a fool.” Turning, he raced out of the house and disappeared.
Concerned, Ortha made a move to go after him, but Taron interposed himself between her and the door. In his eyes there was an immense sadness, but also an undertone of anger. “No, Ortha,” he rumbled. “Leave Ciaran alone. In his distressed state, he would not know you. You have betrayed his trust, and he would not find your presence soothing right now.”
“Betrayed him? How?” Ortha nearly shrieked.
“He accepted you and your gift without question because he loved you. You see a glimpse of the gift he possesses and you back away from him in fear; even going so far as to threaten him with bodily harm. You do not consider this betrayal?”
Ortha glared back. “Well, why didn't he tell me?”
“Because he does not know. Perhaps I should have told you when you had asked some time ago, but I would rather have hoped that you could see past his gift with eyes of love, not pity. Perhaps I was wrong in that assumption.” He sighed.
“I met Ciaran almost a decade ago. He had been a loner even then and had gotten into a fight with a group of ruffians that had totally thrashed him and left him for dead. He was bleeding badly, and would not make it to the nearest town for medical help. So, I decided to give him a blood transfusion, knowing that the accelerated healing factor of my blood could save his life.
“It did more than save it, it gave him heightened senses and strength, but only when he or someone he cares about is threatened. But such a gift comes with a painful price, for Ciaran suffers agonizing waves of pain as he heals. But afterward, his mind forgets whatever it is that causes him pain; it is the only relief he can find. Any pain, whether it is physical or otherwise, is soon forgotten. He is hurt deeply by your betrayal.”
Her eyes widened. “He... he will forget me?”
Taron shrugged. “Perhaps. I cannot say for sure, but there is the possibility.” The ebony dragon turned and began to leave. “I will find Ciaran and decide what he wishes to do. If we return tonight, I suggest you say nothing to him about what we have discussed as it will only confuse him further. If we do not return...” He paused and glanced at Dinera. “If we do not return, then tell Dinera I love her.”
With that, he spread his wings and took flight, searching for his heartbroken partner. He did, however, open his mind and projected a thought to Ortha.
'Ciaran is not easily found when he does not wish to be, but I'm sure you have your ways, Ortha. If you care...'
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Post by sil on May 18, 2006 5:39:58 GMT -5
The confrontations had startled Dinera into wakefulness.
"Where are they going?" she asked watching Taron's tail leave the room.
"I don't know." Ortha was scared, not because of what Cairan was, but because she might have just lost him forever.
No. I can not loose Cairan. I have to find him. Ortha began to pace about the room. Looking at the door every few minutes, hoping, praying, that they would come back.
When they had not returned for an hour, Ortha began to loose hope.
"If Cairan has the blood of dragons in him," Dinera asked just as worried she had lost her Taron to Ortha's foolishness. "Wouldn't he be open to you mind powers?"
"Well, I suppose. But there is any entire city full of dragons here, and if he's left, I could spread myself to far looking for him, and die." Ortha was becomeing frantic now. What could she do. "I never wanted to loose him. I just wanted to know what was different about him too. I love him."
"I know, I know," Dinera walked over and wrapped her large auburn wings about her rider. Ortha gave a gasp of fear, and burried her face into her dragon's forleg.
Ortha cried. She'd never cried since she had been two. Well except for that time with Cairan. Remembering Cairan set her off again, and she cried for a long time.
The sun began to peak over the wall's of Inthelar as it began its slow trek into the horizon. Ortha looked up from her dragon.
"Will you try?" Dinera asked.
"Yes."
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Post by sil on May 18, 2006 6:04:34 GMT -5
(OOC: Just for dramatic effect I thought I'd split these posts up.)
Ortha closed her eyes, and opened her mind to the city. A wave of many emotions and thoughts assailed her from the dragons of the city.
She sifted through the minds confronting her. She felt Leidolf's Fafnir waiting close by the door. She'd deal with him later. She searched and searched for the minds of Taron and Cairan.
She felt the minds of the Council, and others. Felt Xiri and Surth, and the mind of a truly impressive dragon, that she had never met before.
She searched and searched. She widened her focus outside the city, and felt... Kinrashkar?...Why was he here?...Never mind, she had to find Cairan.
She finally found a trail. She felt a sense of profound sadness near an ally on the edges of the city. Ortha clutched to it, narrowing in on the minds in that area.
Ortha? it was Taron. What are you doing?
I am finding Cairan. was all she said, then she blocked him out. She focused on the smaller mind near Taron, it WAS Cairan, but he didn't realize she was there.
She thought of all the time they had spent together. Dinera's rising, the night after Kinrashkar's attack, when they had snuggled. The few nights they had spent together between when they met and Inthelar. And she thought of how much she loved him, and how she hoped he still loved her.
She forced this on his mind, and he blinked in confusion. Ortha continued to send waves upon waves of love and adoration to Cairan. the waves were so strong that all of Inthelar felt Ortha's love of Cairan.
The love gave Ortha the chance. She focused herself and looked out of Cairan's eyes. She saw a deserted ally, and Taron, and the Council building.
She was suddenly back in her own mind, breathing heavily, with sweat on her brow.
"I know where they are." Ortha gasped.
"Then let us find them." Dinera rose.
Ortha nodded. The two women ran from the rooms, Dinera slightly before Ortha. Fafnir saw them as they rushed by.
"Why Dinera, I didn't expect..." H never finished his sentence, for Ortha and Dinera were gone, finding there loves.
The pair came to a halt before the rider dragon pair. Cairan galnced up at her, sorrow and confusion in his eyes.
"Oh Cairan..." Ortha dropped herself into his arms. Cairan lost a bit of his sorrow, but none of his confusion. "I love you." she said, huggin him as if she'd never let go.
"I love you too." Cairan said and returned the embrace. Taron and Dinera rubbed their heads together in mutual affection.
"I'm so sorry. I'll never doubt you again. I love you to much to loose you Cairan." Ortha was rambling, but she didn't care. She had found Cairan, and she'd never let him leave.
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Post by Kiva on May 19, 2006 5:24:33 GMT -5
(OOC: I was going to split this up, but decided ot to. The first part is before Ortha finds him; the second part is after.)
Ciaran wandered through the city, uncaring which direction he went. Ortha's rejection of him had stirred the fire of his wander-lust and he longed to be free from the confines of the city. He didn't even turn his head when a Draconian figure landed next to him.
“Ciaran, are you going back?”
The Irishman shook his head. “I saw her reaction to my anger, and I can't bear it. She... she backed away from me in fear, just like all the others. I can't go back to that. I love her so much that to see such a reaction tears my heart out.” He sighed, then lost himself in his thoughts again. He was startled when Taron spoke.
“So, when do we leave?” he asked, simply.
Ciaran looked up at him. “We? Taron, you and Dinera just mated. I could not expect you to come with me now...”
Taron silenced him with a look. “That's not your concern. It's already been taken care of. Now, when do we leave?”
Ciaran's head drooped. “Dawn,” he said, quietly.
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“Oh Ciaran, I love you,” Ortha said, throwing herself into his embrace.
His eyes widened. Remembering the incidences of their last encounter, he hardly expected those words to come out of her mouth, but they had, and it truly warmed his heart.
“I love you, too,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
She started to ramble, but Ciaran silenced her by wrapping his arms around her, picking her up, and spinning her around. When he stopped, he looked up at her, having hoisted her up to a full head taller than he.
“No more sorrow, love, for it is the past. We are here together in the present, and I want you always in my future.”
He slid her down gently in his grasp until their lips met. His was the gentler kiss, the one tinged with longing. His mind thought back to the first time they'd embraced like this and what it had led to. He wondered if Ortha thought the same thing.
He held her tightly, supporting her comfortably, and showing her he'd never let her fall. He swore he would never do anything to frighten her or hurt her again.
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Post by sil on May 22, 2006 19:54:31 GMT -5
Ortha smiled as the kiss did bring up thoughts of the last time they had sone this.
"You know," she whispered in his ear. "There is a large bed waiting for us back in our rooms." It was so nice to here that word come out of her mouth, ours.
Cairan smiled and nodded. He cradled her in his arms, and the four of them, two dragons, two humans, walked off to their rooms.
"Why Dinera, I didn't expect you back so soon..." Fafnir was still waiting outside their rooms for her return. Taron just snarled at the bronze dragon, and Cairan looked over his shoulder at the rather astonished Leidolf as he carried Ortha into the guest rooms at Inthelar.
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Kinrashkar continued to lead the Hunters around the City. But he no longer thought this such a good plan. Would he really risk killing off his race for a female?
But it was to late now. He couldn't give the Hunters the slip, for fear of exacting their rath. Nore could he stay here with them, for first chance, they would surely kill him.
What could he do?
(Kinrashkar needs help. Would someone give him a hand.)
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Post by Kiva on May 23, 2006 20:12:13 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm working on an idea for Kinrashkar's part, but it still needs some fine tuning. Let's ignore it just for now, and I'll see if I can get something up by Thursday. Maybe... Hopefully...
Anywho, here's some more tender moments between Ortha and Ciaran. *sighs* I love tender moments...)
Ciaran kicked the heavy wooden door of their room closed with a booted foot. Taron had understood the need for privacy between the two humans and ushered Dinera off to their own room. He, too, had been worried that he would've had to leave his mate behind to follow Ciaran, yet it could not be helped. Ciaran needed Taron far more than the warrior Irishman knew... or remembered, and it was his responsibility and duty to support Ciaran and help him cope with his Draconian abilities.
The burly Irishman stepped towards the bed and gently laid Ortha down on it, sitting next to her. For a moment, his crystal blue eyes looked deeply into hers, warmth and adoration showing through. Suddenly, he threw back his head and laughed. Ortha was startled and sat up.
“What's so funny?” she asked, quizzically.
It took a few seconds for Ciaran to calm down enough to reply. “I keep seeing the gawking look on Leidolf's face as I strode past with you in my arms. Apparently, the sight of the two of us so... close... together wasn't exactly what he was expecting.” Again, he laughed.
Ortha growled and a pillow smacked Ciaran right in the face. “You ruined the mood, you dracling!”
Ciaran tossed the pillow aside and chuckled again. “Don't worry, it's easily found again...”
Suddenly, he grabbed her leg and pulled the boot off one foot. He stood up and held it out to her, teasingly. Ortha's eyes widened.
“Give me my boot back! The floor's stone, and it's cold!”
“That's the point, love. What's wrong? Afraid of a little cold flooring?”
Ortha stood and gingerly put her foot on the floor before jerking it back up. “Ciaran...” she whined. He arched an eyebrow, playfully, but said nothing. Finally, she jumped—or more rather hopped—at him, but he moved out of the way. They continued this game for a little while, the two laughing 'til they cried. Ortha managed to calm down a little, finally.
“Perhaps we should stop. Someone might near us,” she said, wiping her eyes.
Ciaran shook his head, holding the boot above Ortha's head as high as he could. “I already asked about such matters, and they told me these walls were sound-proof. Completely sound-proof.”
“Well, in that case...” Ortha made a leap upwards to snatch her boot away, but fell into Ciaran, pushing him off-balance and sending both of them tumbling backwards onto the bed, Ortha on top of Ciaran. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
“See, I told you the mood was easily found again...” he said. The fingers of his other hand threaded through her ruby-colored tresses as he pulled her head down for his kiss.
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sil
Junior Scholar
Leader of one, Lover of Music, Liver of Life
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Post by sil on May 24, 2006 14:30:37 GMT -5
(Awwww... There so cute together!)
After an interesting evening together, Ortha and Cairan woke late the next morning, both grogy and slightly edgy, but in a good way.
Cairan woke first, and pulling on a pair of leggings looked about the sleeping quarters. There were to doors, one led back into the main room, and another remained unopened.
Cairan turned the ornate knob and was presented with a small, tiled washroom. When he tried the faucet he pulled his hand back in surprise, the water was hot.
So after a long hot shower to remove the travel grime and other things, Cairan returned to the bedroom to find a few sets of clothing in the one chest infront of the bed. He dressed in new pants and a fresh tunic.
Ortha stirred and sat up. One hand clasped at her chest, holding the blankets and the other raised to block the sun's early morning rays.
"Morning." she said groggily.
"Morning, theres hot water for washing in there," Cairan pointed to the washroom. "and fresh clothes in that chest." Ortha thanked him and then expressed her need for privacy.
She came out of the sleeping quarters almost an hour later, clothed in a simple homespun dress that was a light new leaf green. She spun for him. The dress clung nicely to her hips as she spun and Cairan glanced at a pair of ruby inlaid slippers.
Ortha stopped before Cairan and tossed her hair in his face, it was free of its leather thong and fell to almost her waist.
"How do I look?" She asked tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Cairan grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. "You look stunning." he said and gently kissed her lips. "Now, to find some breakfast, and then we shall spend some time with our friends."
"Sounds wonderful." Ortha told him. They hadn't been out the door two steps, Taron and Dinera following behind, when they were confronted by the small dragon who had shown them to their rooms before.
"The Council has requested your presense. The two of you are needed as soon as you are able at the Council Building." Without further acknowledgement the tiny dragon turned and left.
"I suppose our plans have been decided for us." Cairan sighed.
"Oh, I think we can squeeze in a little breakfast first." Ortha smiled and winked at him. "And if not, well they can't start the meetong without us, now can they?" Cairan laughed at her tenacity and went off to find some food.
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Kiva
Apprentice
Self-proclaimed Ninja Mistress... with cat ears...
Posts: 171
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Post by Kiva on May 24, 2006 22:18:11 GMT -5
(OOC: Just an idea I'm tinkering with. Still needs some fine-tuning, but I'm working on it. Enjoy and let me know what you think, Sil.)
Kinrashkar was getting desperate. He knew by morning, if he had not led them to the entrance of Inthelar, that the Hunters would know that he was leading them astray. They had stopped for the night, and Kinrashkar was desperately wracking his brain for a way to fix this problem.
Help did indeed come to him, but not the kind he wanted. A dark figure, cloaked in a crimson cowled cape, the figure stood at the edge of the firelight. The Hunters took notice and a few reached for their weapons. But the figure held out gloved hands, showing them devoid of any weapon.
“Might a weary traveler be permitted to warm himself by a fire?” a rich, honey smooth male voice questioned.
The Hunter leader grunted which the figure took to be a yes, and the crimson cloaked man sat down and pulled the gloves off his pale hands, rubbing them and holding them near the fire. The Hunter leader looked at the man suspiciously a moment before beginning his line of questioning.
“Where do you come from?”
“Oh, far away. From a land farther than you've ever traveled and harsher than you've ever seen.”
“Are you one of those Riders?”
“Yes...” This caused a few of the Hunters to reach for their weapons again, but the man continued. “And no...”
The leader was getting tired of this. “What do you mean? Are you a Rider or not?”
The man shrugged. “I do Ride, yes. But not a dragon. And speaking of which...” He turned to Kinrashkar. “Your services are no longer needed. You are free to continue on your way if you wish.”
Kinrashkar opened his mouth to speak, but an odd growling sound next to him made him pause. He looked over his shoulder and found himself staring into the bright, avian/feline eyes of a female Gryphon. The massive creature, nearly 100 feet long, had twice his muscle and strength; and an appetite that did not exclude dragon meat.
The man shrugged again. “Or you may stay if you wish your hide to provide sustenance to Amora.”
Encouraged by those words and the presence of the menacing Gryphon, Kinrashkar made his escape. The Hunter leader was aghast.
“Arr, why'd you let the beasty run off? We were following him to Inthelar, the last dragon stronghold. Now we'll never get in...”
The man held up a hand again, indicating that the leader be silent. “Patience, my friend. A little patience will pay off, I assure you. Rush into there headlong and you'll be swiftly destroyed. You need someone who knows the business of hunting better than you.”
“Why you... Who do y' think you are? Ordering us around like that...?”
The man whipped out a sword that's blade was a hand-and-a-half widths wide with a wide grip. He pointed the tip of the blade at the leader, the blade a mere hair's breadth from the bridge of his nose. The hood of his cape had fallen off, revealing a set of piercing black eyes framed by a a mane of just-past-the-shoulder length, free-flowing blue-black hair.
“I am Kol, Prince of the Black Arrow Clan, and you will address me and treat me as such, is that understood?”
The Hunters' eyes widened. The Black Arrow clan were notorious warriors and hunters. It was not a clan you were born into, but one you joined by a rite of battle. Only the most elite made it into the clan, and the elite was standing before them.
The Hunter leader grinned slightly. If Prince Kol was involved in hunting the dragons, perhaps this venture would be worthwhile after all.
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