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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 21, 2010 14:54:52 GMT -5
Kidnap a Varden Rider. Easier said than done. Especially when said Varden Rider was one that you had not only saved, but had shed blood for. Here he was, outside of a Varden camp where he had spent three nights sleepless tracking them from Aberon. Convel's horse was pawing the ground, eager to do something other than stand tied to the tree he had left it at. He had left his chain mail in Uru'Baen, along with his claymore. Foreseeing some trouble, he had brought his targe, a small, round shield eighteen inches in diameter, with a seven inch spike used to spear an enemy and pin them while beating the poor enemy to death with the hilt of an Alban broadsword. Scars covered Convel's chest, wrists, and back from imprisonment. His blue eyes continued to stare at Mali's tent. She was still in it, this being the Hour of the Wolf. Cursing, he drew his dirk and crept towards the back of the tent silent as the shadow of a ghost of a wolf stalking a deer. Creeping up, his red hair bound back into the tail of a pony, Convel was wearing nothing but his kilt and boots.
The tent was a soft gold, and as Convel slit an opening in the back, he had left three guards knocked out. Taking some rope out of his sporran, he bound her wrists and gagged her with the stealth and know-how of an accomplished kidnapper. His maternal grandfather had built his castle and fortune off the bodies and fortunes of young women he forced to marry him. Convel intended nothing of the sort with the young Mali. Slinging her over his shoulder, he tied the dragon with the remaining rope and sling him over the right shoulder, where the plaid goes. Mentally cursing once more, he cat-footed back to his horse and the horse he had brought for Mali. Setting her upon her horse, Convel tied her bound hands to the pommel, then placed the lizard in her lap.
Mounting his horse, he took the reins of both and started forward at a slow walk, pulling a piece of bread from the saddle-bags and chewing on it. The moon was bright in the night sky as stars twinkled at the Alban, horses, dragon, and were-cat. Sliding a wolf fang and bear claw necklace out from his sporran, Convel put it on. The wolf fang was that of a Shrrg, he had killed. There were three bear claws and two wolf fangs, alternating, and in between an orange and blue bead on each side. The targe was strapped to the side of the horse, as was Convel's bow -which was nine heads shorter than him- and forty arrows, broad head, the kind used against unarmored men and prey. Painted on the war horse with blue plant dye, and on Convel's face, chest, and back, were symbols. They were symbols denoting Convel's rank, station, family, clan, and his man-animal; that which an Alban man kills to earn the right be called man. Convel's wolf pup, Rollo trotted along beside the horse, silently making sure there were no followers.
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Post by Mali on Jun 21, 2010 21:23:20 GMT -5
She couldn’t wait to get home. After such a long time, having to stay in this tent, she didn’t really care for her tent. The yellow was far too bright to wake up to. Kunna was wide-awake. Even after their long day of training, he was still as active as at sunrise. He had witnessed Mali chasing her tail while she was feline, a few days ago and had been doing it ever since. It seemed to amuse him easily.
Mali picked up the fish that was her dinner. It wasn’t the finest of fish and it wasn’t seasoned, but it tasted better cooked than it did raw. She was just about to take a bite when her ears pinned back. There was an odd sound coming from behind her. It sounded off, as if something was ripping. Turning to look, she was surprised to see Convel behind her. Where had he come from? She smiled, about to say hello when the rope touched her wrists and the gag to her mouth. Confused, she pulled at the ropes, trying to voice her questions.
Soon she felt air flying past her face and a sharp pain as her stomach collided with his shoulder. Why did his shoulder have to be so broad and hard? Groaning, she felt her stomach lurch from impact. Looking over her shoulder, bewildered, she saw Convel tying up Kunna, which she grunted and mumbled to. Kunnandi screeched at the man reaching for him. Spreading his wings, as a bird would fluff its feathers; he tried to look menacing out of instinct. To Kunna’s disappointment, it didn’t work. She moved on his shoulder, trying to wiggle off when she noticed his back. Besides the odd pictures, she could see scars underneath. Nasty red marks were littered all over his back, under the pictures. Not having her boots on, she used her feet to feel his chest. Besides the war paint on his chest, she could feel even more scars. Why was he scarred? Even more confusion came to mind, the bigger question, what happened to him, plagued her thoughts.
As he placed her on the horse, tying her hands to the pommel, she knew something wasn’t right. Her muffled questions came out; a worried and scared look in her feline, green orbs. Kunna was placed in her lap and he stood up as much as possible and rested his head against her chest. He glared at Convel, squawking at him before it turned to a low growl.
Mali started to cry as he hopped onto his horse and led hers with it. Looking back to the camp, she had to ask what he was doing! Where was he taking her? Why was he taking her? He was her friend, so why had he tied her up? She sobbed through the gag, desperately needing an answer. Tapping into his mind, she knew that she would risk his anger, but pushed that thought aside in the case of her plaguing horrors. ”I know you told me not to enter your mind but I need to know. What are you doing? Why are you taking me? Where?!”
[/i] Her voice quivered as she talked to him, her ‘where’ sounding just as desperate as her need to know what was happening. It was at that moment that her stomach growled. Looking down, she remembered dropping her fish as Convel bound her wrists. Mali hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch. She had been out doing a vast amount of physical work in the summer sun without anything to eat. Whimpering, she denied the idea of asking him for food. He was doing something strange and weird that made her question what a friend was. Why was he doing this to her? Sniffling, she bit down on the gag, trying to repress her hunger and fatigue. ”You’re scaring me Convel” a low sob came out as she closed her eyes, resting her head against the mane of the horse, she tugged at the ropes again. She wanted to go home. She wanted to eat her dinner. She wanted things to go back to making sense. Why did it have to change? As if receiving a lizard wasn’t enough change. Full out crying now, she wrapped her elbows around Kunna, hugging him as best as she could. He cuddled back with her, still glaring at the red headed demon.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 21, 2010 22:06:02 GMT -5
I'm kidnapping you. Are you hungry? Convel kept his answer short, then walled his mind off with images of the massive walls at Eilean Donan. As they rode, Convel stayed quiet. Eventually, when they were out of earshot of the Varden camp, he leaned over and took the gag out of Mali's mouth. Tossing it on the ground, he spurred the horses into a gallop. Donas, Convel's horse, the gray stallion painted like Convel, enjoyed being given his head. As they rode, Convel took a honey ball out of his sporran and put it in Mali's hands.
Glancing behind them, he saw no pursuers. Looking at the over-grown lizard and the poor girl holding on for dear life, Convel felt a twinge of regret and guilt, but stomped it before it could take hold on him. As he slowed the horses once more, he dismounted and started to walk beside his, in between Mali's and Donas. Reaching into a saddle bag, he pulled out two willow branches. Though dry, the could still obscure a trail. Convel proceeded to do this, wincing as bending caused some scabs on his back to open up. His face was an impassive mien, showing nothing. His blue eyes were locked on the horizon as he dragged the willow branches behind him. The whiskey flask in his saddle bag called to him, but the adamant will that had not been broken by repeated floggings and being dunked in water till nearly dead would not allow the duty of masking their trail to be overlooked.
The minutes stretched into hours and the miles disappeared under the feet of the Alban with his wolf companion gamboling beside him. Judging the distance far enough, Convel remounted, and started to think ahead. They'd stop about four hours after sunrise, then rest for the remainder of the day. They'd travel at night, stop during the day, and avoid any columns of Imperial troops and towns.
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Post by Mali on Jun 22, 2010 13:52:46 GMT -5
He was kidnapping her? Food wasn't even on her mind anymore. She was about to try asking more questions when he blocked his mind. If she really wanted to, she could reach past his wall. However, he had placed it there for a reason. He didn't want to talk and she knew there was a reason. Maybe he was still her friend and didn't want to kidnap her.
After he took the gag off, she looked at him. Her eyes were still red and puffy from crying. Mali wasn't even going to attempt talking to him. He had confused her so much that it would take hours to possibly answer some of her questions. They had picked up into a gallop which made her hold Kunna tightly, to keep him from bouncing out of her lap.
Mali had stopped crying at some point, she couldn't remember when. Watching the trees pass by as they galloped away from her new home, she felt sad. The honey ball was dropped into her palm and she looked down at the reminder of their first meeting. He had been so kind to her, even though she looked different. He looked different as well. That's what she liked about him. He didn't judge her and she didn't judge him.
Looking over at Convel, the honey ball still in her hands, she asked herself again why he was doing this. What would motivate him to kidnap her? Did he hate her? She frowned at that. She didn't think she had done anything to make him hate her.
A few moments passed before they slowed down. Holding onto the horse tightly, it was then that Kunna decided to take interest in what she was holding. Handing the dragon the honey ball, she watched with mild interest. He looked similar to a dog with peanut butter as he tried to suck on the honey ball. Her stomach growled again but she ignored it. She had too much to think about than to worry about food. Besides, honey balls wouldn't be enough to fill her hunger.
After hours, miles, minutes, trees and seconds passed, she couldn't hold back her most important questions. Since she hadn't said anything for a while, her voice cracked as if she were parched. "Convel, why are you kidnapping me? You don't hate me, do you?" Kunna was asleep in her lap, yawning as he turned over. Reaching into his mind, she asked her last question. "You aren't going to kill me, are you?" She couldn't ask that aloud for she knew that Kunna would hear her, wake up and try to attack Convel. Kunnandi had changed his mind about the man. He had accepted him during their mission, but now that he was kidnapping them, he was no longer a friend to the scaled lizard.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 22, 2010 15:33:39 GMT -5
Her voice cracking brought him to his senses. Convel had been in a dreamless state, not knowing if he was padding silently through the walls of Eilean Donan or riding a horse with a kidnapping victim on the one next to him. Donas slowed, scenting something he didn't like. Convel answered her, though quietly and slowly.
"I dinnae hate ye. I'm kidnapping for various reasons, all of which are very good, that ye dinnae need tae ken as of yet."I'll not kill you. Unless you make me. He added the last part in her mind, then blocked the breach in his mental defenses with images the hilt of his dirk. The dark gray of his kilt was the hunting pattern of his clan, meaning several things, all of which escaped Convel at this moment. Rollo started growling faintly from below, scenting the same thing as Donas. It was a mountain lion, though Convel could not know this. Glancing at the girl, he slowly dismounted.
"Stay here. Whatever you hear, whatever you see, whatever happens to me, stay here. Oh, here." He drew his Sgian dubh and handed it to Mali, then got the bow and arrows down from the horse. Nocking one, he crept towards the trees, Rollo silent as a shadow beside him. Convel kept the bowstring slack, as the trees in front of him grew larger. A shadow of movement caught his eye. Rotating his head towards where the gleam of yellow eyes were staring at Mali's horse. As it bounded from the tree it was in and ran towards the horses, Convel drew the arrow tight against the string, aimed seven paces in front of the lion, and let it fly. Taking the broad head arrow in the leg, the lion roared, then took Mali's horse out from under her, sending her tumbling. Dropping his bow and quiver, Convel drew his dirk and dropped the belt with sword and sporran, then ran forward as the lion proceeded to hiss and tear a strip of horse meat from the horse.
"Sgurr Uaran! Get out of it, ye wee bugger!" The two large animals collided as Convel slashed with his dirk, catching the lion on the shoulder as the lion clawed his back, opening wounds up and causing more. Large teeth bit and strained for Convel's face or neck as fist and dirk sought and strained for throat or eyes. Incoherent Gaelic shrieking split the air as lion hisses and roars mingled together, with Rollo having fun barking and howling at the moon. Red blood, fur, and red hair flew through the air, with Convel biting the lion's ear and ripping, using any weapon that came to hand, or in this case teeth. The lion roared, then replied in kind, getting a mouthful of hair. The two giants rolled around for several more minutes, eventually ending with Convel lying in the ground next to the lion, panting, while his dirk stuck out of the heart of the lion.
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Post by Mali on Jun 22, 2010 16:06:47 GMT -5
So he didn’t hate her and he wasn’t going to kill her unless she made him. Did he mean something like she asked him to, or that killing her was the option? He confused her a lot now. As if when they had first met hadn’t made her curious, now it was all-flooding back to her. She didn’t want to be confused and curious about him! She had figured him out on that fateful day in Teirm. Why should she have to be confused about him again? It wasn’t fair. She tried to get off that topic but couldn’t help but be drawn to his ‘good reasons’ for kidnapping her. Cursing, she looked down at this wolf pup. Since when did Convel have a wolf pup and why hadn’t she noticed it before?
She shivered as Convel spoke to her in such a low subdued tone. It sounded as if something horrible was about to happen. As he handed Mali the weapon, she had to ask if she still thought he was a fool. He certainly did many things that would make him a fool, and this was one of them. She had a perfect escape method, all she had to do was change forms and then the rope would be loose on her paws and she’d slide out. The only reason she hadn’t tried it was because she would have had barely moments before Convel would notice and charge after her, in which time, she wouldn’t be able to untie Kunna. She definitely wasn’t going to leave Kunna behind! However, now she had a sword. If she could cut Kunna free, then change forms, they may be able to escape.
It was at that moment that something out of the corner of her eye charged towards her horse. She felt the effects of the horse being attacked. Flying off the horse, she was yanked back and onto the ground. Shit! Her bound hands were still tied to the pommel! Convel hadn’t untied her. As he charged the animal, the horse obviously not going to make it, she had to think fast. Being this close to the lion and Convel wasn’t good for her safety, or Kunna’s. Taking the weapon in her hands, she cut the ropes binding Kunna and then shifted forms. Kunnandi visibly smiled and started to run off. Only problem now, where did they hide? Convel still had his horse, if they tried to make a run for it; he would easily catch up to them. That would result in worse travelling conditions than she already had to travel in. heading for the closest and tallest tree, she started Kunna up the tree with her behind him. Climbing almost to the very top, she looked down at the battle that ensued below. She hoped that he wouldn’t be able to sniff out her location, but knew that if anything, that wolf pup would be able to find her.
She thanked god that Convel had come out of the scuffle with little to no wounds and the lion was dead. Though she was angry, scared and sad at what he was doing to and with her, he was still her friend. He didn’t hate her, he had some good reason for doing this. He just wouldn’t tell her yet and that made her angry. Shifting on the branch, Kunnandi grinned over to Mali. He felt proud that they were hiding in the tree. Mali felt his happiness and shook her head. They hadn’t been able to talk to each other with words yet, but they were able to send pictures to communicate now, instead of just using emotions. She showed him the wolf pup and then his nose, sniffing up the tree. Kunna frowned. He then showed her the image of someone praying. She smiled to him. He was learning quite well.
Her eyes were on Convel the entire time. It was getting darker out, possibly was a little too dark for him to see her easily. She cursed as she looked over to Kunna. His silver scales caught the moonlight easily. Now, if Convel looked in their direction, he would be able to see her green feline eyes as well as an extremely bright dragon.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 22, 2010 16:41:49 GMT -5
Panting, with his blood and that of his foe's staining the same ground, Convel felt exhilarated. He reached over, and pulled his dirk out of the lion, then cut from breast bone to anus, saying a prayer to the lion spirit as he did so. Reaching into his cut, he grasped the internal organs and pulled them out, then left them in a pile a little way from the carcass. Rolling it onto it's side, he reached up into it and cut the windpipe, then pulled it, the heart, and the lungs out. The carcass was now ready to be cleaned. Reaching for a flagon of water, he used it to wash the carcass out, then butchered it and skinned it, setting the skin aside for scraping and cleaning later.
Firewood was easy to find, it being summer and night. All Convel had to do was not trip over it. Rollo set about eating the liver, lungs, and heart as Convel built a fire. Rollo finished his meal, then set about finding and baying up Mali's tree. His wolf howling wasn't exactly baying, but Convel knew Rollo had treed Mali and her Kunna. Chuckling, he started cooking the lion over the fire, then stood and walked to the tree.
"There's several ways ye can come down, aye? I can chop down the tree with my sword, ye can jump and I'll catch ye, or ye can come down the way ye got up. I'm not going up there though, so it's all up tae ye."
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Post by Mali on Jun 22, 2010 16:57:27 GMT -5
She watched as he cut up the dead animal. She knew that if she were in her human form, she probably would have been sick and thrown up. However, since she was in her feline form, it wasn’t as disgusting. As a cat, she had caught birds, mice, among other rodent creatures and eaten them for dinner. Kunna frowned as he caught the mental images in her mind, but she didn’t notice. As Convel laid the insides of the animal on the ground, Kunna licked his lips. Looking over to Mali, he pouted and whimpered, asking her for permission to go get some. Rolling her eyes, Mali nodded her head. He glided down gently, eating what the wolf pup hadn’t eaten.
Mali had been listening to this wolf pup howling all the while that Kunna had been pleading to go eat some lion and she had to admit, it was getting annoying. Her tail swung about her, angry and annoyed that it just wouldn’t shut up. Hissing at it, she pawed the air lightly, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to hit him from all the way up here, but still doing it out of feline instinct.
The scent of the lion reached her nose and she had to admit that it smelled pretty good right about now. Licking her lips, she watched Convel walk over to her tree. He looked slightly cocky, as if he was proud that she had been treed. If only Kunna could fly, then they would have escaped easily. He may be able to track them while on land, but once they were in the air, it would be a much harder task for him.
Kunna ate everything that had been stripped of the lion, which the wolf pup hadn’t eaten. As he saw Mali up the tree and Convel at the base, he waited to see what Mali would do.
She took her time deciding. She would climb down. Standing up on the branch she tried to get back to the main portion of the tree. It was steep and made her claws dig into the wood at a painful angle. Almost slipping and falling, she back up onto the branch and mewled, not content at the sticky place she had put herself in. Why couldn’t she have wings like Kunna? That would make things so much simpler. Kunnandi came up behind Convel, growling at him to stay where he was. Yapping to Mali, she stood tall, shaking a bit before she jumped. Now, when a cat jumps, they tend to land with their claws out, a good portion of the time. As Convel had, dare she admit it, saved her from a mountain lion; she would rather not give him anything else to worry about.
As Mali flew through the air, hopefully to land in Convel’s arms, she changed forms quickly. The rush of falling in feline form to suddenly falling in human form scared her. With a slight squeal, she closed her eyes, her hands reaching out as she fell face first into Convel’s chest. At the angle that she had jumped at and the 45-degree angle that she landed into him at, she hoped that she didn’t knock him to the ground.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 22, 2010 17:15:10 GMT -5
Catching a cat falling from a tree is one thing. Catching a dragon falling from a tree is one thing. Catching a human girl, that had the tail and ears of a cat is another thing entirely. As Convel caught her in his arms, the muscles not straining for a moment, her tail hit him the face. Swiping it out of the way with one hand while holding her up with the other, he cursed at her in Gaelic.
"Amaideach bean, a bheadh agat mharaigh mé! Ní dhéanfaidh mé dochar duit, ach caithfidh tú a dhéanamh mar a deirim libh!" He moved gracefully, like a wolf, as he carried her back to the fire and set her down gently, ignoring the hissing of her lizard. Taking his dirk back, he rooted around in his saddle bag and came up with a spare dirk and Sgian dubh. Convel handed them to Mali, then sat back and reached for some of the lion meat blackening over the fire.
"Those are yours, lass. Do ye ken why I'm giving them tae ye?"
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Post by Mali on Jun 22, 2010 17:33:45 GMT -5
She was glad that she hadn’t knocked him over. Smiling at him apologetically, her eyebrows immediately rose and she flinched in his arms as he started to curse and shout at her. Well, she assumed that it was directed at her. She hadn’t meant for her tail to hit him in the face. It was gravity’s fault, and she couldn’t control gravity. Covering her head and face as he yelled at her, she looked down to see him walking over towards the fire. He seemed angry . . . was he going to drop her in? Kicking her feet in protest, she shouted out, “Don’t drop me in the fire!” Kunna tilted his side to the side, not realising what she was thinking he was going to do to her until she mentioned the fire. Hissing at the man, he could only wish that he were big enough that he could just eat his head. He smiled at the thought of eating the lying man’s head.
Mali felt like a fool as the feeling of ground and being upright came to her senses. Blushing, she lowered her eyes. That was embarrassing. She had thought that he was angry with her and that he would surely drop her into the fire. However, she should have known better. He had told her that he didn’t hate her, so why would he drop her in the fire? He wouldn’t, and he didn’t. For some strange reason, he was hurting and scaring her by kidnapping her, but at the same time, he didn’t want to hurt her. Whatever his good reason for kidnapping her, maybe it wasn’t such a good reason for her. Maybe she was wanted or something. She had never told him about her stealing days; maybe he had found out about it and wanted to turn her in. Even if that was the case, she knew that it couldn’t be the reason. He was her friend; he wouldn’t do something such as kidnap her for something so small as a puny reward.
She looked up in time to see him place a weapon and his oddly shaped pointy thing—which he called a dirk—in her hands. Looking down to the items in her hand, her brow furrowed as Mali tried to come up with an answer. Maybe he didn’t drop her in the fire because that’s not the way he does things. “Because you’re angry with me, and want to fight me as punishment for hitting you? You . . . you were shouting and yelling at me in your native language” she spoke hesitantly and slowly, a slight fear in her voice. If he wanted to fight her as punishment, he would surely succeed in making her see her fault. When angry and fighting, he was a scary sight to see, being the opponent facing him was even scarier. She moved away from him slowly, Kunna walking in front of her, walking backwards, his eyes on Convel the entire time. If that were the case, then she would like to have some distance between them before he attacked. She had never really wielded a weapon before, hence another part of her training at that camp. Then she thought about it. That had to be the longest thing she had said to him the entire time she was forced to be with him.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 22, 2010 19:20:33 GMT -5
"Why would I drop ye in the fire? Why would I demolish ye in a fair fight, when I could kill ye now?" To punctuate his point, Convel moved like greased lightning and was holding his dirk behind Mali's ear, pressing the point of the blade just a tiny bit to enforce his point even more. Stepping back, he moved back to his place and asked again; "Can ye use those? If not, I'll teach ye."
Convel sheathed his dirk and re belted his sword belt. As he sat down once more, his wounds pained him, but Alban stubbornness allowed him to ignore it as he tore into a piece of lion meat shoved into a loaf of bread, downed with whiskey.
His shirt was torn and tattered by the lion. Pulling a spare shirt from his saddle bag, Convel took his ripped one off and replaced it with his fresh one, while Rollo stared at Kunna, judging his chances. Mali shivered across from the fire. Sighing, Convel reached into his saddle bag and pulled his last shirt out. Tossing it to her, he also tossed her his plaid, smelling of smoke, Convel --a faint, woodsy scent--, and a general maleness, and emitting heat that Convel had given off during the day. He didn't want the poor girl arriving half dead of cold, and he didn't want the death of young lass of cold on his shoulders.
"Wear the shirt and wrap yourself in the plaid. They'll keep ye warm." The plaid was of the same material as the kilt and tartan, wool. It kept heat out during summer and kept heat in during winter.
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Post by Mali on Jun 22, 2010 19:56:48 GMT -5
She was about to answer his questions when in a merely blink of her eye he was already up and moving. In the second blink of her eye, he was already standing behind her with the blade pressed behind her ear. Standing stock still, she didn’t even breathe as he stood so close to her. Closing her eyes, she gulped nervously. Sensing that he was no longer so close to her, she opened her eyes and breathed out shakily. He was deadly scary. For someone of her size and someone as big as him, it was understandable that height alone would scare her, if he were towering over her. The fact that she had seen how well he could fight, also scared her. He could kill her so easily. With the other fact that he had kidnapped her, she didn’t know if she could trust him completely. She still wanted to trust him, he was her friend. However, it was because he was still her friend that she knew she couldn’t. Since he was her friend, what reason could he possibly have to forcefully take her away from her home and force her to go to god only knows where. He wouldn’t even tell her!
A tear fell down her cheeks as she thought of how scared she was just now. He could have killed her, it seemed like he wanted her to know that well. Her voice shook as she answered his previous questions. “Be-because you’re angry. A..and because you wouldn’t fight an unarmed civilian, and fr-friend.” she pressed her hands to her eyes, making sure no more fearful tears fell. She didn’t want to be afraid of him, but he was making it difficult.
She didn’t answer him directly; she didn’t know what she should say. Thinking as quickly as she could, she believed this to be the best answer. “Yes,” it was a quiet and meek answer, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat down on a rock, not too far from him, before placing her new weapons down on the ground. She shivered, her hands rubbing her forearms for warmth. Watching Kunna and the wolf pup, she wanted to tell the pup to leave him alone. Kunna on the other hand, wanted to know what the pup was staring at. Opening his mouth, screeching at the pup, he spread his wings and swung his tail. That ought to show him.
Mali wasn’t paying attention to what was going on and had a shirt and plaid hit her in the face. Landing in her lap, she stared at it before looking at Convel. Standing up with the items, she walked over and clawed off a piece of the lion meat. She called Kunna over and sat down. He trotted over, screeching at the pup one last time. Looking down at the meat, she ate quickly, and in one bite before wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Nervously glancing up at Convel, she looked down immediately afterwards. “Thank you for the plaid. I’m, going to sleep . . . if that’s alright?” she placed the plaid down in a large circle, looking like a bed for an animal. It was then that she changed forms. Curling up on the plaid, Kunna curling up around her, he raised his head to look at Convel. Growling at him, he spit in his direction before screeching. Lowering his head, he begins to sleep, protectively curled around his rider.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 22, 2010 20:43:33 GMT -5
"Yes. You sleep now. I'll watch through the night. Convel watched as she changed form and the dragon curled around her. Feelings of anger, loneliness, despair, something he had no name for, and not knowing assaulted the large man as he got up and started circling the campfire, looking outwards and letting his eyes adjust to the night. On the tenth circout, he paused by his plaid and wrapped it around the dragon and cat, creating a cocoon that smelled like him. He again circled the campsite like a huge wolf, while Rollo walked the circuit opposite him, meeting up very now and then. Small, cat snores came from his plaid and he smiled. The night stretched on and on into the distance, and stars twinkled and winked at the small group. The plains in the distance minded him of the ocean, and he wept for what was and what he would never have again.
The night grew long, and Convel grew weary. Trusting in Donas to let him know if someone was coming, Convel laid down across the dieing fire from his plaid, and let sleep come. Disjointed images rushed through his head, an image of him wearing his best kilt, shirt, and coat, standing before a priest, sword and dirk at his sides. Him crouched in a field, young wheat reaching up to tickle his bare arse. Eventually the images faded into a deep sleep, but waking up an hour before dawn had been ingrained since birth, and Convel was up.
Chuckling quietly to himself, he reached into one of his two saddle bags and laid hands on his bhodran, the Alban war drum. Grabbing the tipper, he took both in hand and laid the bhodran flat against his palm before beginning. He played a loud military cadence, used to be heard over the firing of trebuchets, the dieing shrieks of men, the war cries of clansmen, the orders of officers. The boom-boom-boom was meant to convey orders, and the subtle ear of Alban clansmen could catch them, but not many others. The only thing others heard was a drum, playing something, and it scared them.
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Mali
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Post by Mali on Jun 22, 2010 21:09:53 GMT -5
Her sleep was long and peaceful. Ears twitching every now and then, she curled around Kunna tighter, subconsciously relying on her dragon to keep her safe. She dreamed about where Convel was taking her. The fact that she didn’t know where he was taking her was the worst part. If he had just told her where he was taking her then she would be dreaming about that. However, since she knew that Convel had been her loyal friend, for him to kidnap her, wherever he was taking her had to be a horrible and terrifying place. Her dreams were no longer dreams but a nightmare that she hoped wasn’t true. With evil creatures, possessed beings and a man all in armour ruling over them. There were other dragon riders, but their faces were twisted and their motives were for hatred. She was taken to the man in armour and tortured, one of her fears, losing her tongue, happened in her dream.
All too soon it was coming to an end. She tossed around in her little secure circle, Kunna sharing part of her dream. The armoured executioner raised the weapon and it came clashing down with a loud bang. A shock went from the top of her head to the tip of her tail. All of her senses were shocked and she jumped. A loud screech came from the cat as the claws came out and caught on the soft plaid material. Immediately terrified from her dream, she shifted forms again, her hands moved lightning fast to curl around her knees as they were pulled to her chest. Her face was pressed to the tops of her knees and she whimpered. The drumming just kept going and going, it wasn’t going to end was it?
Kunna nudged her leg, trying to get her out of her awful fright when the drumming stopped. She was visibly shaking from the traumatizing dream and drumming experience. Looking up, her eyes wide and alert, her head jerking to look around her, her eyes landed on Convel and the contraption in his hands. Was it him making that noise? She felt something soft on her fingers and glanced at them to see small tuffs of fabric stuck to her claws. Confused, she wondered where it had come from before she realised that it was Convel’s plaid.
Immediately standing up, she brought her hands to her mouth and looked at the plaid, terrified again, as to how mad Convel might be. “I . . . I-I’m sorry! It was . . . and the . . . I wanna go home!” she placed her hands over her eyes as she cried. This was just too much. Kunna nudged at her feet, nuzzling against them like a cat would ask for attention.
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phrostphyre
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Post by phrostphyre on Jun 22, 2010 22:20:51 GMT -5
"Och, that? Dinnae worrit yourself, lass. I don't mind. What would ye like for breakfast? Cold mountain lion, stale bread, dried fish, or shall I hunt?" Convel honestly didn't mind the damage done to his plaid. He could pass it off as traveling damage, and he had a spare at the castle. Besides, he had scared the girl.
Convel set about breaking camp while she decided, with stars winking merrily at them as he saddled the horse, buried the remains of the lion, folded his plaid and stuffed it into the saddle bag, belted on his sword belt, and put out the fire. Replacing his war drum, Convel took out the silver flask of whiskey and took a drop; more like a third of it; and screwed the top back on. Dropping to the ground, he proceeded to do one hundred push ups, while chanting an Alban love song, as it had a nice beat to do push-ups to.
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