phrostphyre
Junior Member
I'm the Rascal King.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 1, 2010 18:56:51 GMT -5
"I'm going tae go get drunk. Murtagh, I'll settle with ye later. Laird, good luck. Lass, if ye need me, I'll be in the guard barracks, drunk, or practicing with my blades." Convel turned to leave, his presence not needed anymore. There were more than enough people around to take care of Mali, and if they wanted to fight over her, let them. Convel needed the dreamless oblivion alcohol offered. Kilt moving with legs as he strode, the Alban warrior left the training ground, seeking the nearest barrel of alcoholic drink. The scene he left behind him held no concern for him. Dragon, Rider, assassin, knight, or were cat. They'd all die eventually. Some deaths were just delayed.
Comments: I'm very sorry it's short. Right as I started to write, I got hit in the gut by an uppercut by what ever is making me sick, so I had no ideas, no energy, no NOTHING. As I said, I'm terribly sorry.
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Talon
Novice
iz not wut u think
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Post by Talon on Jul 14, 2010 1:57:57 GMT -5
((Okay so this post is not done. Just wanted you all to know I have not forgotten you and I am working on it! I was almost finished with it...but that was at school...lost my post because I'm on a different computer now. So here is what I've go so far. It's not so great and rather rushed. Will let you know when the post is complete))
There was no escaping it. They would have to bring this young Mali and Kunnandi to Galbatorix. The King would accept nothing else. Even now Anira’s flame faltered, worry dimming the anger in her eyes. The shot of fire stopped as the dragon breath almost came shallow. Capio looked up at his dragon, his own gaze filled with concern. He kept his hand on her side and rubbed her shoulder. Anira’s body shuddered and was cool to the touch. The rider was in a mild state of shock, her scales were always warm a clear sign of the fire within. What was the matter with his dear dragon? These small signs were only noticed by the rider. He knew Anira, spent every day with her, and to him she looked and sounded unhealthy. Other creatures wouldn’t be able to tell. After all, scales could be cold like any other reptile, the shudder could be her breath, and the look in her eye could be boredom…where Capio saw exhaustion. All the same she kept her glare on Pravus, her fury not fully spent on the man.
The proud captain lay in a heap on the ground, his heavy armor cementing him to the earth in a cloud of dust. Anira kept a vice on the man’s mind, fire flooding into the deep realms of his personal memories. She would not let up, for some reason she was losing the control that came naturally to her. Why did she act like a hatchling now? Her talons dug deep into the ground, gripping the earth and tearing gaping holes into the courtyard. She could feel the cool dirt beneath her talons, held on tighter as if she were clawing into Pravus’ mind. Her tail twitched in her fury as her lips peeled back to bare her dagger like teeth. The knight saw none of this so great was the pain in his head. He seethed and tried to wretch as the hot fire clawed at his head. He couldn’t get it out, couldn’t kick the invader from his mind. And then he didn’t have to fight, a cool flood spread and swept away the fire. Suddenly there was peace and serenity, the talons digging into the flesh of his brain were torn away to be filled with a soothing calm. He was at rest, even as soft bits of information were swept into that cooling touch. Somehow Pravus knew this feeling of calm was provided by another mind, this water that put out the flames was not a what but a who. He accepted it. Let the presence invade and let it have whatever it wanted. It kept the fire from his mind and gave him comfort. The peaceful feeling lulled him to sleep. The captain had been writhing on the ground mere seconds before, and now his mind was shutting down, his eyes closing as serenity came.
Meanwhile Anira had forgotten about Mali and Kunnandi, did not care to speak with Arwen or Murtagh. She was looking directly at her rider. Anira’s swan like neck angled her head towards that orange haired man, the fear in her eyes clear. The dragon had not been finished with Prauvs, but another force had removed her. Stranger yet it had calmed her, made her easy and content to sit back. Yet this only gave her more reason to worry, she knew this feeling, this presence, and she did not approve. Her nerves remained at peace, but her muscles tensed.
At her side Capio’s face become one of stone. His clear icy eyes glinting with all matter of business. However his tight grip on the blade of his scimitar betrayed him, his knuckles going white from the exertion. He could feel his palms going sweaty, felt the bit of spit in his mouth go down hard as he swallowed. Why now? He had just been about to stop Anira. She had gotten her point across, but he had not been the one to stop her. The rider had wanted to, but he had not acted quickly enough, a new player had entered the game. A player that he could not touch or even try to fight. So he leaned in closer to Anira, taking comfort in the rise and fall of her chest as he felt the heat returning to her scales. At least she had regained her mind and her calm. Capio had never seen his dragon so easily angered, and it did not make sense, this was out of character for her. There were many things he wanted to say, to Pravus, to Murtagh, to Arwen, and most importantly to Anira, but he had to hold his tongue. Now was not the time to speak out. He checked over his attire, making sure there were no stains or blemishes. Quickly he sheathed his scimitar, checking both in their sheaths to make sure everything was as it should be. Capio combed a hand through his hair then, trying to tame it as best as he could. No words were spoken between rider and dragon. The same thought was already being passed between their minds. He approaches.
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