Moment to Shine -Invite only-

[Mali]

Mali didn’t struggle as Convel tied her up again. There was no point in arguing with the Alban man. The look on his face told the girl that nothing was going to change his mind. Kunna fidgeted in Mali’s lap as they galloped towards Uru’Baen. This was going to change her life; it would determine where she was headed and when she would get to go home. Mali wanted to go home so badly that she couldn’t wait for them to have no need of her. The only thing that worried her was what she had heard about in stories. She had heard that when the enemy has no need for someone, they kill them. She hoped that this wouldn’t be the case. Just because she wasn’t of use to them didn’t mean that they should kill her!

She was curious as to why Convel had placed her hood on. Was he worried that people might say something about her ears? She didn’t think that he was worried about anything right now. The look on his face made it hard for her to tell what it was he was thinking. He was so stoic, his face devoid of most emotions. However, it was the determination as well as the distraught aura around him that scared her. He was scary looking to put it at best.

As they rode into Uru’Baen, they were stopped. Looking down as the guard addressed Convel; she caught the other guard trying to look at her face. He angled his head, trying to get a better look, but she just turned her head away from him. They were soon riding again and she sighed. Thank god, that man hadn’t seen her face. She wondered why they would care about where he got the horses. Was it because they had been Empire horses? On the other hand, was it because they just wanted to know? Convel was working for them, wasn’t he? Why would they ask?

As they rode to the citadel, Mali gulped nervously. The moment was getting closer. She was about to meet the person who had Convel kidnap her. Kunna looked up at Mali and whined. She glanced down at him and he gave her a look, a look that asked if everything was going to be alright. She smiled to him, giving him a reassuring nod. Keeping her current thoughts of dread from him, she neglected to alert him that she was just as scared and nervous as he was.

[phrostphyre]

Convel listened to gasps at his attire and height, ignoring them. If they wanted to get a real good look, they should go visit Alba someday. He glared at a man, eyeballing Convel's sporran and he backed off, leaving Convel to ignore the ladies of pleasure as they vied for his attention and money. The stench of the city was hard to block out, but Convel did his best. He hated cities. They were loud, they stank, and he invariably got into a fist fight with someone. Hopefully when he had his lands, they would be in the mountains near the sea. He was getting eyed by a guard, but when someone stole something on the other side of the street, he was distracted. The citadel loomed larger as they rode, and when the guards saw who he was, they let him in without a question. Convel was going to find the nearest place where they served anything alcoholic, and get drunk as a skunk.

He led the horses to the stables, then picked Mali up off her horse and set her on the ground, then took the lizard and handed it to her. Convel asked the nearest stable boy where Pravus was, and got an evasive "wherever he is now". Sighing, Convel headed for the training ground, bellowing for Pravus, girl and lizard in tow.

[Talon]

The air was cooler above the clouds, it made for more difficult flight, but the brisk air was an escape from the summer heat trapped below. Here the air was thin and wings could not catch as much air, but her body was made for this. Even breathing came easy at this height, lungs expanding to both help carry her weight and trap as much oxygen as possible. Capio was never comfortable at such heights, flying this high was not recommended for riders. The orange-haired man had tried to accompany up to this height before, but his breath had become labored and heavy. His skin had become clammy and for some reason her rider had shook uncontrollably. Capio told her it was shivering but she had soon grown worried and at just little higher then she was now he had been unable to catch his breath. Naturally the slim sky blue dragon had dove, bringing her rider down to warmer and comfortable air. His breath came in gasps and had almost fallen out of the saddle. Now she would not bring him that high, despite his interest in reaching ever higher. It was not safe for Capio to fly were dragons might. Their kind had known the sky long before elf or human had decided to join them in the heavens. There were places her body was built to reach, and any other creature from the ground going there would surely die. All the same she enjoyed her time alone above the world. Here there was peace and there was solitude. No matter what the wars below wrought she would have her sky. It was here in these heights that she belonged, above even the eagles that soared so far below. In a world tinged blue she saw clearly up here. The only sound was the gently breeze, for currents up here were rare and the breeze was only created by her own slipstream. Peaceful and quiet she could think up here, and ponder the problems below, or simply forget them.

She had only recently returned to the mainland with Capio, and despite the dangers Vroengard brought she longed to return. There dragons felt more alive and she felt less chained to Galbatorix. Away from this mainland it had been Anira and her rider, they did not need or depend on anyone else. The mission had done much to strengthen their bond…and strangely enough it had also built a stronger bond with the people they must care for. The Empire was depending on its dragons and riders, but there was so little she could do. Anira could not help but hate Galbatorix with all her being. Eggcrusher and enslaver he did not have the qualities needed to lead a nation. The Varden was right to oppose him, but wrong to do it as they were. Did they not realize the soldiers they cut down were their fathers? Their brothers? All enslaved by one man! Did they not see that it was not the Empire they must go to war with! The system must be changed, not the people annihilated! Anira could feel her anger swell, both towards a man that had nearly destroyed her kind and towards a people that would destroy homes in pursuit of their values. Galbatorix would meet his end when he reached to far, she knew the Eldunari he carried were constantly searching for ways to end him. The Varden went about it the wrong way, and she would protect the people of the Empire with her rider for as long as she could. Perhaps there was hope in Vroengard, a place away from this mainland that no one dared travel too…with good reason. It was unsafe…but if it was made safe. The dragon shook her head, concentrating instead on her flight. After all, she did not come to such heights just to think, but also to work.

Every day she worked on flying ever higher and training her eyes on those below. Even now she could see Uru’baen, a toddler’s play thing at such a height. Focus brought clarity as she looked directly at the gate. Making out the forms of guards and villagers alike. The perfect hunter she could watch them from this height and they would never see her. Even if they did get a glimpse of some small black dot they would think her a bird. Humans could not perceive her height; their eyes lacked such depth perception. Her scales were slick, constricting now to hold in her heat and slip through the air smoothly. Slowly she circled, angling up as she pumped her wings; she would climb higher and higher. She would know the point she could reach, and then she would work to surpass it. This was her training, and she enjoyed it despite the labored breathing that soon assaulted her. The air was thinning even more and even her lungs could not catch all the oxygen her large form needed. Already she was reaching heights she had not been able to climb to just a week before. This was a necessity, especially if she ran into Sierthra again. She knew the green dragon was faster than her, and speed was essential in the sky. Anira was older and built more solidly, but the sky blue dragon was no beast. No she knew all too well that she was average, a perfect build Capio had called her. To Anira it was frustrating, whereas even those hatchlings had their specialties she could not find the area where she excelled. Everywhere she trained she did as well in the other area. Anira could out fly the wind, but Sierthra would always be faster. And Sierthra was blinded and held by the Varden, she would destroy the sons and daughters of the Empire in pursuit of the eggcrusher.

You and I both know you could take proud Thorn out of the sky.

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Anira ignored Capio. He did not understand. She could feel his mind pulling at his, wishing to comfort her, but she simply kept flying higher into the sky. Condensation began to build on her wings, soon her scales were wet and her head began to feel light. Dizzy? No she hadn’t flown as high as she had yesterday, she should not be feeling faint at this height, and Anira knew she could go higher. Yet, she was undoubtedly sick to her stomach and her head felt light. Remembering the recent spells she had been having she dove, pinning her wings to her side and plummeted to a lower altitude. Immediately her scales began to warm and the slick condensation slid away, her head came in to focus and she parachuted her wings coming to a rather violent stop. Anira’s head did not feel as dizzy, but for some reason she felt a new presence. She immediately turned her eyes to the ground and as soon as she focused she spotted something extraordinary. Anira had seen Convel through Capio’s eyes, but this time the Alban man actually interested her, or rather, he did not interest her, but the company he kept did. He was yelling about something down by the training grounds, but she could care less for what he said. For trailing behind him was a strange creature with ears and a tail…and in that strange creature’s arms…was a hatchling. Once more Anira pinned her wings to her side and plummeted to the earth in a steep dive, streaming through clouds the wind screaming to her ears as the ground came barreling towards her. As the ground became dangerously close she very carefully tilted her tail, pulling her nose quick to become horizontal and then flared her wings to come to a gentle float down to earth just a yard before hitting dirt.

Anira had landed directly behind Mali, her talons clicking against the hard stone path. The sky blue dragon towered above the tall Alban her unfurled wings covering both man and werecat in darkness. With the swiftness that comes only with practice she tucked her wings to her side and peered with a critical, but somewhat loving eye towards the silver dragon. From the look of her brethren the hatchling would not be old enough to speak. It was as if Convel and Mali did not exist, all her attention was centered on the small dragon. Capio could feel her curiosity and excitement, but he held his tongue as he knew she was frustrated with him. If she wanted to tell him what she thought was so fun and interesting she would let him know.

Do not fear little one. I will let no harm come to you from any here.[/color]

Anira’s voice was smooth and calm, a deep relaxing tone that showed no sign of worry. She would indeed make sure nothing happened to her brethren, even if harm came to herself. The sky blue dragon was simply confused as to how a hatchling not of the Empire had come to Uru’baen. Then she shifted her head, a fierce light in her eyes as she narrowed her vision on Convel. This red haired Alban had done nothing to comfort this hatchling, let him shake in fear as he bellowed for Pravus. Anira did not bare her teeth, she did not wish to frighten the hatchling, but her eyes spelled death for Convel if he made a wrong move. Her deep sapphire eyes stared the man down as she arched her head to come over his form. Then she spoke in a deadly tone, none of the calm was there from before, only a harsh smooth anger that demanded an answer.

What have you done to frighten my brother?[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Mali]

Mali looked about her as Convel lifted her off the horse. Following without complaint, she felt her nerves starting to give way. What was going to happen? How was this going to work? Kunna felt what Mali was bearing and he frowned up to her. He asked her why she hid it. It was a funnt way of asking, he showed someone placing an item under a rock and then snickering. Usually their form of conversation would amuse her, but she couldn’t think about that now. It was hard to try to think of a way to respond to him using images. She couldn’t wait until she would be able to talk to him through words.

All too soon, there was nothing but darkness covering the sun in the area. Looking around her, she noticed that it was only in certain areas that it was dark. Titled her head back a bit, her hood falling off, she saw a large sky blue dragon. Her jaw dropped in amazement. Kunna jumped out of her hands and sat against her shoulder. He was still scared, but the sight of another dragon was still amazing to him. He had seen another dragon back when they had their mission, but that dragon was the same size as him. This dragon, she was fully-grown. He couldn’t wait to be full grown like her.

Moving in Mali’s arms to continue looking at the female dragon, he tried to answer her but found it difficult. She had used a different form of communication, something that he heard Mali use all the time to talk to other people, but a way that he couldn’t seem to do himself. As Convel continued to bellow for a Pravus, both Mali and Kunna forgot their amazement at the fully-grown dragon, and began to worry about what was going to happen to them. Kunnandi told Mali that she said she wouldn’t hurt him. His images of a person not hitting someone came across clearly to her and she smiled slightly. Mali glanced between the dragon and Convel. It seemed to be angry with him. Mali wondered why that would be.

[phrostphyre]

I did not know that your brother was frightened. If you wish to dismember me, kill me, roast me, or harm me however you wish, go ahead. I have stared Death in the face several times, and each time welcomed him with open arms. If you are to be my death today, I welcome you, and hope that killing me causes you no discomfort. Convel gazed at the shadow over him and truly welcomed Death. He had been from clan and family for so long now. He would honestly be pleased with death. Family was one of the three pillars Alban life had been based off for a thousand years. Family was important to Convel, and while sleep might be blessed and dark, every waking moment was a nightmare, looking at happy families in the market, in villages, in cities, in towns, staring at his failure to try and return to Alba. Convel was glad this large dragon might be offering to kill him. He'd be able to walk the fields of Alba once more before being damned to his personal Hell for eternity, and that was all he asked.

The Alban was sad while he answered. He turned to the dragon as he answered, then rotated his head, looking for Pravus. He'd go get drunk next chance he got. Alcoholic oblivion was dreamless, and he needed it.

[Talon]

((I don't think Anira has ever talked so much and I was not expecting her lovely speech. Guess I just finally saw stuff from her point of view and she needed to rant.))

Anira turned her gaze away from Convel, her eyes immediately softening as they focused on the tiny Kunnandi. He would grow to be a beautiful dragon, sparkling silver scales and sharp intelligent eyes. The dragon could not say the same for his rider, perhaps the hatchling had made a mistake, what sort of creature had he hatched for? It smelled of human and cat, yet was unlike any werecat Anira had yet to come across. Of course the only one she had met among werecats was the crazed Eztli…and so she was apprehensive of this being. The black Eztli and his all too knowing eyes had been the bane for many within the castle walls and she found his destructive nature to be disgusting. Were all werecats as he was? This one seemed small and alone, had a newer smell then the rotting carcass Eztli was. Still, why would a hatchling bond to such a magical creature?

New curiosity in her eyes Anira peered at the hatchling, and then began to understand how the young one communicated. Remembering her own younger days she sent images towards the little silver dragon, first of calm blue skies with fluffy white clouds, and then the picture of a sky blue shield protecting a cat and egg from an onslaught of fire. She hoped her message was clearer than before, it was okay to relax and she was there now for the young one and his chosen rider. Anira was no master at the art of making messages from pictures, but she was very practiced at making the images so they were clear and crisp even if Kunna did not get the meaning behind them. Since the hatchling could not talk she tried in turn to speak with the supposed rider of the young dragon.

What is the name of the young one that has honored you? Did this red-haired barbarian do anything to harm him?

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A low rumble came up from her throat, not an angry growl or sound, but a more calming noise. Anira knew these two would have no reason to trust her…all Varden riders believed Empire dragons to be evil and twisted by Galbatorix, it was a simple rule they followed. Naturally Anira knew better and would never betray her own kind, especially in the face of such a danger. She knew the king, and he would want this hatchling for his own. If the dragon and his rider would not bend to the king’s will he would search their minds for true names…he would twist them and break them until their lives became his property. There would be no simple death for such a young pair. These two could easily become torn between opposing oaths for there was no way they had not been promised to the Varden. So Anira did worry, and hoped against everything that her young brother would not be harmed. Galbatorix did not show enough respect towards her kind. Capio had kept her safe, he was so tied up in oaths he would never be free until the old king was dead…and so that king knew he had nothing to worry from Anira…he had her rider in a vice grip. The king held Capio’s life so tightly it…she would rather not think of it. She could not decide the person she was meant to bond with, her other half was not something she could choose. Still, Anira was determined to rule her own fate, steer her own destiny and be rid of the chains that held her rider so tightly.

Well if this Convel MacTire was bellowing for Pravus she should get the buffoon out here to deal with this situation. Anira had never cared for the other orange-haired man of the Empire. Brutish and absolutely ridiculous in his fighting style…so paranoid about magic that a simple gifted child could make him turn ashen. Capio had been raised with the same loathing of magic, but she had known, even while in her shell that the man she chose as her rider had a hint of the gift in his blood. It was an inheritance from the man’s mother Lauranna, she was sure of it. The Corripio family line might be filled with anti-magic crazed knights, but Lauranna was from a different family…Anira had smelled it on her and somehow she felt more comfortable around Capio’s mother. Malus was a despicable being to her, despite his respect for dragons and his honor. Well it seemed Capio had his mother’s blood, Pravus on the other-hand…he was the spitting image of his father Malus, eyes and all. The only thing Capio had received from his father was his orange hair. It would be fun to speak to Pravus’ mind, see how the knight responded to such an act.

As a matter of fact she had done it before…not too long ago actually, just before Capio and she left for Vroengard. It had been quite entertaining, she had seen Pravus walking past and noticed the familiar orange hair. Now she knew her rider had a brother, but she had never met or seen him. Knew as much as Capio did about him (his memories were her memories after all) but she was still curious to meet him. Besides he had been looking at her as if she’d rolled in dung, his face all scrunched up and his eyes squinting. It seemed he was going to spit on her. All she had said was hello, and then his sword was out and he had dropped into a fighting stance. Needless to say Anira had laughed while Pravus prepared himself to actually attack her. She tried to warn him away, but her words only sent him into a fury. The large man actually thought she was going to hurt him by simply speaking to him! That ridiculous sword had almost hit her, thankfully she was faster than Pravus and despite her laughter had him pinned underneath her taloned ‘hand’. He had thrown quite a fit, which only amused Anira more. Not the best way to try and make friends with the brother of your rider. Eventually after he had tired her she’d blown some smoke in his face and reminded him to remember his manners. Then Anira had simply walked away, leaving the captain in a manner of disgrace in front of his peers. Capio had been furious with her; he was, after all, trying to reclaim the bond he’d had with Pravus before she’d hatched. Anira had to remind Capio that Pravus would never let that happen as long as he despised magic and dragons, Capio would simply have to wait for Pravus to grow up and become tolerant. Of course he had then pointed out that Pravus would never love dragons when they pinned him in the dirt and made a fool of him in front of his men. So she had agreed not to speak to Pravus’ mind again…well…she hadn’t promised, but now was not the time to stir trouble, so she simply informed Capio of the situation.

Your brother has done something…this Convel of his just showed up with a young Varden rider and dragon.[/color] Anira could hear Capio’s exasperated sigh through her mind as soon as she mentioned Pravus, but his interest picked up when she said rider. He became excited and she could hear his thundering footsteps as he rushed out of his personal chambers.

Varden rider? Dragon? Who? What are their names? You mean Convel MacTire the man from the prison? Damn it all to the abyss where is that fool brother of mine! He has overreached his authority![/color]

Then her rider tore off to the common chow hall knowing that Pravus would probably still be there with his trainees. Anira however turned her attention back to Convel and found that she was more disgusted by his reaction then she would have been had he shown fear or some fighting spirit. For now she did not see a tall strong man standing before her. No, now the flaming red hair tinged blue by her vision grayed even more. This was a corpse before her, a dead and rotting body. Her face twisted into one of disgust as smoke curled from her nostrils. Anira’s tail twitched slightly, the clear sound of her scales scrapping the stone was clear as she narrowed her eyes on the strangely dressed Convel.

A man that has welcomed Death has already died to this world; there would be no killing you. All I see before me is rotting flesh, the husk of what might have been a boy that should have maggots eating out his belly. The cowardice and fear of a child that cannot live away from home…I would not sully my teeth and my talons with the rotting flesh of a long dead piece of filth. You want to know a creature without a home? Born without hope for future or a happy family? You pathetic piece of meat! [/color]

She roared, pure unaltered rage shining her eyes as her mouth opened slightly and flames licked the back of her tongue. Then she clamped her teeth shut and growled low in her throat. Closing her lips over her fangs Anira snorted, a long stream of black smoke shooting over the heads of the small hatchling and his rider to hit Convel square in the face. Her obvious distaste for a creature that was so happy to find Death, dying was the way of the weak; it was for those that had given up. It was more despicable then all the murderers and thieves of the world…at least they had not given up on life.

Look only to the dragons if you want tragedy! Even now when we could return to the world with our riders we are bound to Empire or Varden! Do you see us with families? Do you think us thoughtless reptiles without want for home and kin?!? Fool! Do not pity yourself for being in an estranged land!!! At least you were born with a chance for freedom! We are born with the weight of wars, the burden of the world’s hope, and no promise except one of constant fighting! Killing and battling against our own brethren because those we love and chose as our riders are sworn to fight each other! Dragons have been reduced to pathetic pawns and swords for Nasuada and Galbatorix!!! I will accept your happy claim to death when your entire species is enslaved!!! Until then go dig your grave and leave the face of Alagaesia so that I will not have to smell your rotting flesh.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Mali]

Confusion was evident on her features. The dragon and Convel seemed to be talking to each other about something. Something that she didn’t think she wanted to know about. Maybe it would be better if she left them alone. This dragon seemed to be hostile towards him. She had to wonder why. She had been watching the interactions between the dragon and Convel that she didn’t notice when the dragon turned her attention to Kunna. The message entered the back of her mind, the one that Kunna occupied at the moment. The dragon was talking to Kunna. He was confused as to what she was saying, but Mali understood. Turning his head to look up at her, he gave her a perplexed look, she tried not to giggle at how cute he looked. She tried to explain it to him, showing a blue cat defending a kitten from a dog. He seemed to understand the protection, so she assured him that the blue cat was this dragon. This caused him to turn in Mali’s arms and smile wide to the dragon. The reassurance from this dragon made him feel at ease. He knew that a fellow dragon wouldn’t allow another dragon to come into harm. His mouth still hanging open in his adorable smile, Mali looked up to the dragon. His name?

“Kunnandi, Dragon Ma’am,” she didn’t know the dragon’s name. If she did, she would have addressed her more respectfully. The title at which she addressed her was the only one that came to mind when she was answering. Surely, knowing the dragon’s name would allow her to add a ‘miss’ in front, making it more appropriate and respectful. “I thank you for reassuring Kunna’s nerves,"—there was a smile laced in that simple statement. She was very thankful of the female dragon—"Convel’s hasn’t harmed Kunnandi, just worried and scared him. The closest to harming him was when he first took us. He had tied Kunna up. But that is all, Dragon Ma’am” she was courteous to the female dragon.

Even though they were enemies, she knew that the dragon species were far more kind and gentle than those that she lived with. They weren’t as barbaric in contrast to humans and even some werecats. Most elves were decent, having a vast amount of knowledge and magic to aid them with life. Since she was now tied to Kunna and his species, she enjoyed being allowed this much knowledge to be available to her. She liked having someone that was so close to her. She counted Kunnandi as a family member, the only one she had left. Her mother had been human and had told her about how she was left on their doorstep when she was still a baby. She knew that she wasn’t human; she knew that she was a werecat. However, she didn’t know enough about her own species. Now, she had Kunna to be with her, and they could understand each other easier. Even if this dragon was of the opposite side, she had told Kunna she would protect them. She trusted this female dragon. Mali knew that she would try to keep her word at all costs.

As the other man, who Mali believed to be the dragon’s rider went off, probably to find this Pravus, she was shocked to see the dragon so angry. She was disgusted for Mali knew that face. Kunna had made that face when he had tried to eat tuna. What did she have to be disgusted about? Had Mali done something wrong? She soon noticed how the dragon’s feelings were directed at Convel and she soon realised why. The dragon was angry that Convel had done something to Kunnandi. At least, that’s what she believed was the case. It didn’t seem to be that way as moments passed and nothing verbal was heard. She knew it was because the dragon had to communicate telepathically.

Jumping, she was spooked as the dragon roared. She hadn’t expected her to do that. Judging her reaction to whatever had been said; she assumed it went further than just harming Kunna. Black smoke circled above her head over towards Convel and hit him in the face. She really didn’t like Convel for some reason and Mali had to wonder why. It was best not to ask. Kunnandi wasn’t curious as to why she was disgusted with the idiot. He was instead looking at the dark smoke. His fears had been forgotten for now and amazement and a different curiosity formed for him. He couldn’t wait to be big enough to do that. He took in a breath of air, trying to blow any kind of smoke out. However, nothing came out and he ended up coughing a bit. Mali rubbed his throat to make him feel better. All he did was frown, he wanted to blow smoke too.

[phrostphyre]

Anira's anger spurred Convel to anger himself. So her entire species was enslaved? At least she had some semblance of a home. At least she could see her home whenever she opened her eyes. Be damned to Alagaesia! Be damned to Galbatorix! Be damned to Nasuada! Be damned to the dwarves! Be damned to the elves! Do you know where Alagaesia's men come from? They come from the kingdom-island that has tried every twenty years to conquer Alba! Be damned to all of you! I'm a rotting corpse, hmm? I shall dig my grave, and take you with me into it! I will welcome Death, simply because I have nothing to live for? What is there for me? NOTHING! Be damned to your Alagaesia! Ooh, dragons! Look at them! I pity you for being enslaved by your Rider, and being enslaved by the Empire and Varden, and I care not if you want my pity! You shall have it. If you hate me, then let us fight! I could care less your size, speed, or fire! We shall fight, I shall win, and then I shall honor your death by performing the gralloch for you! But damned if I'll die without a fight!

His eyes were burning with long suppressed anger and rage, and they were coming to fore now, with all the force of a hurricane. The red hair of his head matched his temperament. A slow fuse, long to burn, but when it exploded it was a sight to be away from. The only thing he saw was the blue of an Alban morning, matched by the hide of this dragon, hopefully soon not to be stained with the blood of the owner of the hide.

[Talon]

White smoke curled from Anira’s nostrils, the fire deep within her gut burning with a fierce passion and anger at this pathetic red-haired man. She kept her lips sealed lest the flame come forth on it’s own out of her rage. The sky blue dragon did not want the young dragon and his rider to be scorched simply because she couldn’t control herself. A gleam in her eye she turned to the silver dragon’s rider, knowing that she had perfected the small one’s form of communication. Anira still did not know what to think of the creature with the hatchling, but she was a rider now, and to harm the rider would bring pain to the dragon, something that she would not allow to happen. She calmed herself in front of them, letting the fire settle as the smoke came less readily. Anira spoke to the pair at the same time, Kunnandi would learn words soon enough, this would be decent practice for the young one to hear.

Kunnandi you are well met and you may call me Anira.

[/i] she growled low, not quite an angry sound, more of a discomfort and slow anger stirring the flame in her throat. It is good that this foolish boy has not harmed you…but he remains thickheaded and has insulted my brethren through his ignorance…I would be more comfortable if you stepped behind me or far to the side. That way I can teach this child a lesson without harming either of you.[/i]

Something near a friendly grin came to her face, pointed ivory teeth showing as she looked at the smiling Kunnandi. The hatchling had a calming effect on Anira and it brought her joy to see the young one doing his best to blow smoke. All in good time young one, she thought to herself, fondly remembering her own younger days. Time spent with Capio in this very training square, of course there had always been the shadow of Galbatorix looming…he had been there when she sat beneath the tree with her beloved rider. The king had been frustrated with Capio’s lack of magical talent…and she had immediately found a dislike of the older human. Anira hoped that Kunnandi could have a better time then she, but it appeared that would not be happening. After all, he had been captured by a barbarian and brought to the enemy’s camp. Well, she would see to it that the silver dragon was not harmed and was treated with proper respect. Anira did not know what would happen to the hatchling, but this was not an ideal situation. Then she heard the anger in her head, she had stirred Convel to a rage…and it seemed the corpse had reanimated.

Why did this man pity himself so? Anira had not asked for his pity and she had not asked for his filthy words. The dragon did not welcome death when he came calling, she fought him off! At all times she fought to survive and be there for her other half! This man had given up on life simply because he had nothing. The child needed to grow up and get used to heartbreak and sorrow. Convel was still young and still strong; there was plenty in this world that he could live for. So what if his family had died and left! Anira had heard the screams of her dying mother and father even as her brothers and sisters were crushed within their own eggs. She had been helpless and alone…and afraid…she was without family and without a way to fight back. Her other half had not come yet and she could not leave the restricting shell. Anira had every right to let death come and take her out of her own sorrow for her kind. But had she? No! She had stayed strong and fought. When her rider was revealed as a loyal man to her family’s murderer did she hatch crying or bursting forth into glorious daylight? Even when her kind was being destroyed and her relatives killed she kept hope for the one she was meant to bond with. It had been long and ardous years, but now there was hope, and there was Capio. This fool Alban did not see that he was young! His family, his life could begin anew! There were numerous veterans that were cripple and disabled, but he was still strong, he could do much! He was a mere youngling to humans and he thought there was nothing for him in the world. Well get over yourself pity and move forward, she had lived through worse.

Anira was willing to calm down and be somewhat civil…but then Convel had the nerve to say that she was enslaved to her rider. Dragons had become pawns of the Varden and Empire, but a dragon was never pawn to their rider and the disrespect this man had for such a sacred relationship pushed the full grown dragon into a rage.

You dare slander my other half by calling me his slave?!? I chose Capio as mine! And we are one together! How could a simple-minded barbarian that smells of prey understand something so sacred? You are young and strong! Yet you are suicidal and do not see what you have been given! Looking only to a past that cannot be mended and greeting death because your are too weak to move forward without your precious Alba! I have moved on and I need none of your pity. Born of sorrow and enslavement I make my own path and will carry out my own destiny. I am Anira, my rider is Capio and one day we will no longer be pawns. If you wish to throw your life away because you’re a spineless little child that cannot live without his mother and homeland then come! Your death will not be quick…[/i]

Calm my dear Anira, do not do anything too rash, this man is sworn to my brother and Galbatorix would be most displeased if you ate the man that brought a Varden rider to us. Capio’s clear and calm voice came from closer than before, and his brother was with him now. Already he had found Pravus in the dining hall with the soldiers. It was obvious there was some resentment between the brothers, but they were being civil at the moment.

I would never eat such filth, but if he wants death I will give it to him…

Did he actually say he would fight you and win?

Yes. And mentioned something about a strange gralloch…[/color]

Capio did not catch her ending statement as he was doubled over in laughter, she could hear his armor creaking as the rider tried to steady himself. But pure untainted laughter and disbelief filled him and spilled out in loud happy sounds. Anira snorted, slightly perturbed by Capio’s display. She was slightly amused and did think Convel quite foolish for saying he would kill her, but she was never one to let her guard down. No matter what the odds. Thinking that you were invincible to everything got you killed. The downfall of many dragons had been the underestimation of the strength of men and elves. Anira would not follow suit. And so she kept her eyes glaring at Convel, a serious death sentence written across her face as the flame came once again to like at her fangs.

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The rider had been surprised by Anira’s first words to him. He still couldn’t believe the Varden would be so stupid as to lose one of their own new riders. It was hilarious actually; the fact that Pravus’ dog was the one that had done it was even more amusing. From Anira’s thoughts and images he could see the small silver dragon and the strange creature that held tightly to him. The hatchling was not even old enough to speak…the rider seemed to be a mere child with some kind of defect. Just who was the Varden allowing to see their eggs these days? And what matter of dragon hatched for a girl with ears and a tail? The tall man stood from his desk, now simply thankful that Anira was communicating with him. Capio had been filled with worry for her of late. Dizzy spells and shaky flight were not good things for a dragon to have. She had never experienced such things before and yet she wrote it off as nothing. Her rider did not, he was stressing over the entire situation. Capio felt that his dragon was in danger of a different kind, one he could not see clearly, and it frightened him. For now, however, he had to fetch his brother, which would not be any sort of pleasant task.

Grabbing his twin swords from where they lay on the desk he clipped them to his belt, taking a moment to stare at their beautiful design and simplicity. He had not come back from Vroengard empty handed, but now was not the time to admire such blades. No, Pravus was needed for answers and Capio did not wish for Anira to be so agitated when he was positive she was not feeling well. So the rider left his chambers without adorning his cape, it was not necessary and it took time to attach, thankfully he was already armored and he had his swords, but that was it for now. Why did the common chow hall have to be so incredibly far away? That was right…his room was perhaps one of the highest in the citadel. Simply so Anira could have a wide sweeping balcony to land on and enough space to sleep in the same room as her rider. There was a large bowl for her with a numerous pillows. The servants still did not understand that she had no need of such things, but everyday they replaced the plush pillows she so enjoyed shredding. The rider grinned and closed the door behind him; he must hurry now to Pravus.

His distinctive clicking heels sent servants scattering while a few nobles tried to get a word with him. The orange-haired rider simply brushed past everyone and walked at a brisk pace down the stairs to the lower levels of the monstrous castle. The chow-hall for those soldiers was close to their own training area, Capio was surprised Pravus had simply not heard the bellowing shouts of Convel. However, when he finally arrived at the chow hall it was easy to see why his brother had heard nothing. The noise within the hall was deafening, soldiers everywhere were shouting at each other, chewing with open mouths and slapping each other on the back. It was easy to pick out where his brother was, for the men surrounding him were sitting at attention all table manners were being practiced and they spoke in the softest tone they could with the loud chorus behind them. Pravus made sure his men were disciplined and clean, there was no gallivanting about at his tables. There was his brother, suited in full armor and sitting stiffly at the head of the table. Capio was able to catch a genuine smile on Pravus’ face as the knight spoke with a man to his side, but it was gone in the same second as his brother put his eyes on him. The rider sighed, now suffering under the hard judgmental glare of his older brother. A look of disgust and irritation, well, what had he expected? To be invited to sit down for the late lunch? Moving with a dignified purpose Capio soon reached his brother and despite the disgust written on his face Pravus allowed his brother to whisper into his ear.

“Your esquire Convel MacTire has arrived…and he was…successful.”[/color]
“You mean?!?”[/color]

Capio merely nodded as Pravus fought to calm himself in front of his men. Clearing his throat the knight rose from the table. Immediately all seated stood up and snapped to attention. Pravus grinned at his men and waved them down.

“I need to attend to some matters, carry on.”[/color]

Without another word the brothers swept out of the busy dining hall, Pravus following impatiently behind Capio. It was strange to see the pair together and many turned and stared. Everyone knew the brothers had become estranged, yet it seemed right that the Corripio’s walk side by side. If anything it brought a sense of honor and pride to the troops in the dining hall. With Pravus leading the way on the ground and Capio covering them from the air with the beautiful Anira no Varden would dare attack them. The brothers did not feel that unity and merely kept straight faces to appear civil. Pravus really wanted to punch his younger brother square in the face and Capio felt like bringing his foot up to kick his older brother square in the chin. But they remained professional; they were, after all, knight and rider, proud soldiers of the Empire. They would not resort to squabbling like siblings.

It did not take long for them to reach the training grounds, and the sight that greeted their eyes was a strange one indeed. Capio understood what was happening, had just tried to calm Anira, in fact he had to stop just outside the chow-hall to get through his bout of laughter, but Pravus was completely unaware as to what was happening. For here was a raging red-head Alban staring at a dragon with fight in his eyes, there stood a slightly spooked girl clinging to a coughing hatchling and perhaps most impressive was the large sky blue dragon towering over the entire scene. Death written in her eyes for any that would try to threaten her and she glared at Convel now, fire on her tongue and muscles tensed to spring. Capio rushed to Anira’s side, his twin blades automatically coming to his hands, any that threatened Anira threatened him and he would not stand for it. But before he could reach his beloved other half his older brother simply stood where he was at. Pravus remained standing tall, a confused and yet angry glare in his eyes. Hands on his hips he bellowed in his deep commanding voice.

“What in the name of abyss do you think you’re doing?!?”[/color]

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[ARWEN REDFERN]

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Where are we going this time?

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I dunno. Let's just walk around for a bit. I'm sure we'll think of something.

A sigh came out of the taller man's lips. His grey eyes looked down at the bored looking dark haired girl who was looking around the grassy fields on the castle grounds. With an annoyed sigh, he rolled his eyes. Arwen, this is pointless. Let's just go back to our rooms and do something...[/b] he began to say before Arwen broke him off and pointed out,

Hey! There's a dragon over there. You know who it is, Murtagh?

His dark head whipped around to see a blue figure of a large dragon. His eyebrows furrowed. Was that Anira? Arwen held on to his hand, leading him towards the dragon. He followed her, still staring at the dragon. As they were led closer, they saw a red haired man and a younger girl tied up with a dragon in her lap. Arwen blinked. Why was there a girl tied up with a dragon on her...lap? Approaching, she realized who the man with the red hair was.

Ah...CONVEL! W-what... she managed out with a look of disbelief on her face. Murtagh remained calm as he looked up at the dragon and greeted her through his mind. Anira. It's been a while. Nice to meet you again.[/i] His grey eyes looked up at the dragon and then flickered back down at the red haired man he remembered meeting at the prison. A look of disgust crossed his face as he looked at the man coldly. He greeted the man in a cold and hard tone. Convel...It's been a while.[/b]

Arwen managed a small smile towards the other girl and greeted her with a kind tone, Um, hi! Are you alright? That man...he didn't hurt you...did he? What's..um..his name? She gestured towards the silver dragon. She glanced up at the blue dragon an gave a small bow. While her eyes continued to stare up at the dragon, she greeted the dragon loudly, It's nice to meet you...um... She looked over at the forgotten boy, Murtagh for direction. He rolled his eyes and mouthed, "Anira". Arwen gave a smile towards his direction as she quickly added, Anira. Looking back at the other girl, she gave a gentle smile.

Did you want to be untied? It must be really uncomfortable like that... Murtagh grabbed her hand as he hissed, Don't. It's Convel's mission. Don't interfere. He's probably under orders from Pravus. They are 'blood brothers' afterall.[/b] he added with a cold sneer in her ear. Her blue eyes widened slightly as she joined with Murtagh, his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her towards him more. He had noted that the man, Convel, looked angry and it was probably because of the dragon. He didn't want Arwen to get hurt because of some stupid dispute that this red haired decided to have with a dragon. That man was stupid. Murtagh disliked the man very much and even though idiot Arwen was friendly enough to try and make friends with this guy, he wasn't going to let her. Arwen then spoke towards Convel in more of a confused tone,

Is Pravus supposed to meet you here? Did the king order you to...kidnap a young rider?! Her blue eyes narrowed as her voice hardened. Murtagh glared down at Arwen while gripping her shoulder tightly. She winced slightly before looking up at Murtagh and angrily saying, What?! It's pathetic! Cowardly! Why would you kidnap someone who is weaponless! Her dragon isn't even fully grown yet! How could you stand for this?! she was almost snarling with anger. Murtagh avoiding her gaze and looked coldly at Convel as he coolly asked in more of a conversational tone.

What is Pravus planning to do later with the girl? He can't train the dragon. He knows nothing about training a young rider and a hatching. It would be best if you handed the girl over to me and Anria. [/b] His cold grey eyes looked at the red haired man while gently pushing Arwen aside. Arwen turned around to see two men coming towards them. It was Pravus and Capio. She nudged Murtagh who turned around and with a nod of his head, he acknowledged Capio. With a cold glance at Pravus he shot him a small glare before slowly walking over towards Capio. In a hard tone, he asked,

This is absolutely ridiculous, Capio. Your brother's dog clearly does not know how to...[/b] he hissed and trailed off, his grey eyes sparking up angrily. He lowered his voice as he continued, Did you know about this?[/b] Arwen looked at the two talking before looking back at the silver dragon and the girl. She approached the girl cautiously for she whispered to the girl soothingly, What's your name? I promise that nobody will hurt you. Please don't be scared. Her voice turned gentler as she stood a foot away from the girl, wary that the other girl would do something. She tried to look as gentle as possible thought in truth, she would look quite dangerous to others. Still wearing her dual blades on her back and wearing her black assassin uniform, she looked deadly. Lethal.

Pravus? Would it be alright if you untied her, at least. She's not going to run away, obviously. She's basically surrounded. she asked but ended flatly gesturing at the number of empire people there were around Mali. Her blue eyes stared at Pravus with a look of annoyance. He knew that she disliked him quite a bit. She didn't really think that he could sink lower but it looked as if she was wrong. It looked as if he was cowardly, like how horrible he was hitting a girl. Bastard.

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TAG !? talon, mali, and phrost
WORD COUNT ?! dunno
WEARING !? i'll do this later.
LYRICS !? don't trust me ;; 30H!3
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0

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[Mali]

Subconsciously moving away from Convel, she knew that if she stayed close to the man that she would be injured. His hatred seemed to radiate from his being even more than it had been before. She felt scared for her life for the tenth time today. This wasn’t fair to her. Why did she have to be placed in this situation anyways? As the dragon addressed both her and Kunna, she smiled to the best of her abilities.

She started to move out of the way when a man and woman came up to them. Stumbling back a bit as the girl came up to her, Mali’s hood fell off as she jerked her head up from her stumble, her ears quite visible now. She was rather scary looking. She looked as if she were about to kill her right now. Looking down to Kunna, he too looked at Mali as if he were afraid of her killing the both of them right there and then. “Kunna” she mumbled quietly, looking at the girl from under her lashes. She sounded friendly.

Mali was correct, she was rather friendly, but the man that had showed up with her obviously knew better. She almost wished that the man didn’t know better. It was awkward to be tied up like this; and it hurt. The man talked about how she and Kunna should be placed with him and Anira. Mali assumed that Anira was the dragon’s name. As Kunna heard it aloud, in English, he reached out to the dragon. His voice cracked and it was a fine whisper of an attempted, but he was able to get “A-niiiiiiira”

[/b][/i] across. He fidgeted happily in Mali’s arms. She would have smiled at his great attempt and success, but she had more important things to worry about now. However, she promised him that she would praise him so much after this was done.

Flinching, she turned to look to a set of redheaded men. They had the same hair as Convel. Were they from Alba too? They looked scary though, that was all that mattered. The one she had seen already, he was with Anira. So that meant that the other man was Pravus. He seemed to have this air about him that scared her. She really wanted to run right now. As the man who came with ‘Arwen’ left to talk to the rider and Pravus, Mali noticed Arwen coming up to her again.

Biting her tongue, she didn’t know if she should tell her. Convel would probably say it eventually, so did it really matter if she didn’t tell Arwen? “Mali,” It was short and quick, that was all that telepathy had to be. That was all that there needed to be. Looking at the girl, she wondered why she was so kind. Weren’t all Empire people evil? Look what they had done to Convel. She knew that dragons could never be evil. They were a far kinder species. However, she didn’t argue with Arwen’s point about untying her. Glancing up to Pravus, she soon looked down, ashamed to have looked him in the eye. It had only lasted the briefest second, but it still scared her. What if he got angry from her looking at him? He already seemed angry as it was.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/size]

[phrostphyre]

Well, I did not know that. I apologize for any discomfort I have caused you. Now I have to cut Mali loose, challenge the shit-face Murtagh to another duel, and give my regards to my lord, Pravus. May I be excused? Mind, I'm asking simply because becoming worm food right this minute doesn't exactly appeal to me. I must defend this slight against my honor. We must fight another time, madame. I shall hope you don't mind. For now, I must go bludgeon Murtagh to death with my fists. Convel wasn't kidding about bludgeoning Murtagh to death. Call him a dog? Convel didn't mind the dragon saying he smelled of prey and was a barbarian. The prey comment was a compliment to his hunting prowess, and he was a barbarian to these people. But dog? Murtagh would either apologize, lying on the ground bleeding, or apologize, or die. Convel was happy with all three. He dodged around the dragon, pulling his dirk loose as he did, ignoring the stares of men and women walking around the scene. He walked to Mali, gave her a quick smile, then cut her rope loose. Turning towards Murtagh, he spoke as he sheathed his dirk.

"So you wish to insult me again? I challenge you to a duel, tomorrow's dawn, swords, right here! Weel, lairdie, I'm challenging the shite-face tae a duel, which I shall win, his pet girl or not, cutting the lass free, and giving my regards to you. My regards, laird." The last bit was directed at Pravus, still glowering. Convel took off his cap and bowed, then placed it firmly back upon his head and turned towards Murtagh once more, the anger in his eyes now burning with fierce light and eagerness of battle. So he might die in a duel. Who cares? He needed to defend his honor, and if he died doing it, well, he was prepared for death. All beings died. It was a matter of how you died that was important. An honor duel was a good way to die, as was battle. If Convel died in bed, at an old age, it would show he had bested all enemies. Poisoned, being executed for treason or cowardice, those were not honorable ways to die.

He glanced back at the dragon, watching as a red haired man similar to Pravus went over to her. They seemed to be talking. Both had that glazed look in their eyes one associates with death or mentally speaking. Convel hoped against hope that when he had to go touch the over sized gemstones in this place, none of them picked him. That'd be a great way to get to know the locals better. All of them bowing and scraping, kissing his ass. He'd die of shame and humiliation.

[Talon]

She did not like the smell of air, there was something ugly about it and it made her mouth curl at the corner in a snarl. Sharp teeth showing in displeasure as Pravus approached. It was that beastly man that had fouled the gentle breeze. Anira could feel his hate towards her as clearly as she could feel the love coming from Capio. Her snarl could not stay because her rider was running to her side and with him all would be okay. She kept an eye on Pravus for a second longer, and then turned a loving gaze towards her orange-headed rider. Here he came to defend her against the barbarian Convel, his twin swords already glimmering a faint orange in the bright sun. His icy eyes were narrowed; death written for any man that would dare to threaten his Anira. That glare was narrowed on Convel, but as the rider approached the dragon purred low in her throat, it was a soft gentle growl reserved for her rider. As he approached Capio could tell that Convel was backing down, he was not stupid enough to attack a dragon. So he sheathed his left blade, keeping the right out just in case he had been wrong. He came to Anira’s right side and placed left hand on her side, she leaned ever so slightly into his touch, almost like a cat might and turned an eye to look down at him. Her head remained forward, but that deep blue eye met his gaze perfectly, and it seemed to smile.

It is good you have come my friend.

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Capio gave his dragon a crooked grin, trying to forget his brother for this moment of greeting. No matter how long they were apart it always seemed a grand homecoming when they saw each other again. Anira was always there in his mind, they shared and knew every thought and event, but touch could not be simulated. For some reason the left hand with the gedwey ignasia always seemed a static point of contact. Both rider and dragon able to think as one as they observed the events unfolding around them. Capio could feel Anira’s intense anger towards Convel, this was not something a simple apology could fix. The sky blue dragon thought the Alban a thick-headed fool, a danger to himself and any around him. She would not leave Kunnandi or Mali with this young boy, he was simply to bull-headed and proud of himself. After feeling her emotions so clearly Capio could not help but agree with her and his own angered gaze fell on Convel, forgetting about his brother as the Alban received his icy glare.

I am glad I arrived before anything more happened to Kunnandi.[/color]
You know we must bring him to Galbatorix.[/color]
Pravus orchestrated this…we must hear from him…but you are right…and it pains me Anira.[/color]
A deep comforting rumble sent vibrations up Capio’s arm as Anira reached out to him. Do not fear Capio, I will assure his safety.[/color]
Can you assure such a thing when it is Galbatorix in control here?[/color]
The gentle rumble became a snarl and a low growl at the name of the king. That man will bring no harm to my brother…of this I am certain.[/color]

Capio nodded slowly, his worries not the least bit assuaged even as he felt Anira’s mind race for answers, neither of them knew how to keep Kunnandi from enslavement…death…or perhaps even giving up his Eldunari. To the orange-haired rider the last option would be the worst. If this young hatchling had to cough up his heart of hearts, well, he would never grow any larger then he was now. That would be a horrible thing for a creature meant to instill fear as they cast shadows down on prey. The rider was about to move to Mali and her silver dragon’s side, cut them loose and move on to business with Capio…but then he was stopped by a warning in his mind. Anira’s disgust and annoyance had just risen twofold, surprising since Pravus and Convel bothered her so much. Capio was surprised, normally his dragon was more loving and accepting then he, but right now she was extremely irritated. He had to wonder if it had any connection to her dizzy spells. Something to think of later, right now he followed the thought path of his dragon and was able to smell what she did. A soft hint of Thorn along with heavy smell of Murtagh, things he would not recognize except for her memory, and then something more fruity and foreign to her, but they both knew the voice from back in the dungeons. Arwen. Hoo boy, professionalism just went out the window. Capio put a hand through his hair and sighed, then looked up helplessly at Anira as she let her own sigh, a good bit of white smoke accompanying her breath.

Then even as thought of Murtagh and Arwen filled the pair’s shared mind the two came into site. Murtagh greeted Anira and she nodded in silence towards him, fearing her words towards him would be harsh as the company he kept was less than satisfactory. All the same she did not mind the rider and would be courteous towards him, so the nod of acknowledgement would do for now. She wouldn’t have long to speak anyways, Arwen was already saying something in a ridiculous tone. As the half-elf came towards Mali and Kunnandi Anira felt more than a little protective and took a slow step forward, keeping the rider and her dragon close to her. She would have preferred being between this silly half-elf and Kunnandi, but that could not be accomplished right now, but she was right there. There was something incredibly protective about her stance, her shadow was cast over Kunnandi and held Arwen in a somewhat dismal light, and she very slowly lowered her head so that it hovered very close to Arwen. Should the half-elf make a move she could very easily bite off the girl’s head. Then as the half-elf tried in vain to great her a low rumble came from her throat as she turned one eye to look directly at the ‘assassin’. She said nothing to the half-elf. There was no nod of approval or greeting, just a glare, a warning, and utter distaste. How long had this girl lived in the castle? And she did not know her name? It could not be helped; this girl probably didn’t remember her own name.

Then even as her head was near the rider and her silver hatchling she heard a young voice in her head. It was not strong, just a whisper and very poorly pronounced at that, but she knew the voice immediately. Even as her own name ran through her head she turned her eyes down on the small Kunnandi. Extreme pride shown in her eyes, the hatchling had spoken a tremendous leap for any dragon. More than that he had said ‘Anira’, perhaps the greatest compliment he could have given her. Needless to say she let all the pride she felt flow to the little one’s mind, he would not understand words as much as pure emotion. As her happiness for the young hatchling grew her protectiveness for him increased tenfold and she found herself carefully looking at Arwen, Convel, Murtagh, and Pravus. Arwen was too close for her comfort, and she let the half-elf know with a stern glare, and she warned the other three to keep their distance.

Capio had heard the young hatchling’s voice in his own head, his thoughts inherently tied to Anira’s and he drew closer to the young rider and her dragon. There was a smile on his face as he sheathed his right blade. Pride and joy filled his icy gaze as he removed a small dagger from his belt. All of these people were speaking of cutting Mali and Kunna free, but none had acted. There was Convel talking about a duel and coming this way to untie her, and there was Arwen asking for permission…but Capio knew Anira and he knew what they had decided on together. Her rider would cut Mali loose, she trusted her the orange-haired man as surely as she trusted her own two wings as she flew. All the others shouldn’t come close enough to the young rider and dragon to untie the binds. They would most likely end up with a dragon foot on their face. So Capio approached the young girl with a kind look on his face. Anira meanwhile sent Mali and Kunnandi images and words of her rider, letting them know that he was to be trusted as she was. She was one with him and they worked as a single unit. Capio untying them would be as if Anira had done it herself. Then Capio took the dagger and with the utmost care he cut free the knots that held the young girl.

Anira returned to glaring at Arwen, she was going to move the half-elf soon if she didn’t back away. Capio was quickly returning the dagger to his belt and standing. It was strange because he had nothing to Mali or Kunnandi, but he felt that he knew them better than his own brother standing not far away. And as he backed away slowly to speak with Murtagh he spoke quietly to both of their minds, his deep voice calming and even.

You are well met young Kunnandi and Mali. I am Capio, and I take it my Anira has already introduced herself. We shall look after you, take no head of my brother, Pravus, I will not let him near.[/color]

Then he turned away from the young pair, his countenance immediately becoming serious and deadest on Pravus. He walked several yards from Anira so that Murtagh would not be close to the young Mali and Kunna. He was not very pleased with the younger rider’s tone. Did he know anything about this? What did was Murtagh thinking? That the Corripio’s had decided to one up him by taking a dragon rider? Capio shook his head no, whispering in hushed tones so that only Murtagh could hear his voice.

“I have not spoken on good terms with my brother since my life became whole with Anira at my side. Why would you think I have any knowledge of this?”[/color]

Capio then turned swiftly to look at his brother, more curiosity in his eyes than anything else. In all truthfulness he was not angry with Pravus. His brother had successfully brought a rider to the Empire. For a captain in the Imperial army that was something to be tremendously proud of. It was something Capio would have rejoiced over…before Anira taught him. Taught him weakness his older brother would say, but the rider had to believe it was strength. They had taken a great asset from the Varden, but you could not torture this young girl and her dragon. No…something else had to be done, but what? What could they do to make sure she didn’t make trouble when she grew older with Kunnandi? Capio would never forgive himself if he simply let her walk free and then she returned only to kill his men and attack Salmissra. After all, they were family, so there was more question in his eyes as he looked between his brother and Convel.

“Did you orchestrate this Pravus? And what did you plan to do?”[/color]

And then Convel burst out, his loud thundering mental tone coming to Anira’s mind and just as quickly entering Capio’s head. The dragon could feel her anger flare up once again. Just who did this MacTire think he was? After all those words and bold claims to killing her he would simply apologize as to be excused and move on to duel Murtagh? What kind of grass did Albans smoke? Bludgeon Murtagh to death with his fists…this red-head was delusional. She should have roasted him when she had the chance. Anira could not help but feel that she had been right. This young man was a danger to everyone around him. Simple insults would send him into a rage and he could not control himself. Thank whatever powers may be he did not have magic…any discomfort he had caused. Anira would let him walk, merely because she was in shock at his ability to switch targets and emotion. Ah, so he wasn’t attacking because he didn’t feel like dying, well perhaps he shouldn’t be challenging one of the Empire’s top swordsmen. Murtagh was no child to fighting, and Convel…well…he seemed more built to be a battering ram. The dragon sighed yet again, a small puff of smoke her only answer to the strange Alban’s words. She would deal with him another time.

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Pravus quickly took in the situation, despite anyone telling him what the hell was going on. He was disappointed in Convel on that part. If the young man were to be esquire he should get used to answering simple questions about his actions. But no, the captain had been ignored. Forget Pravus standing to the side shouting for simple understanding, yes simply go on with your business. However, as his reddish brown eyes found the silver hatchling and it’s rider he could not help but grin. Fiendish and cruel looking, a wolf staring down helpless prey. Yes he was frustrated with young Convel for not answering him, but that would be addressed later, if at all. Right now all he felt was pride and happiness. Pride because the young Alban had indeed brought a dragon rider to Uru’baen…a young varden rider and her little lizard spawn. This was too perfect, too amazing. With this Pravus could get Convel the land he wanted, and the Captain could very easily get a promotion. After all, his esquire had completed the mission, and it had been Pravus that had given the order. Galbatorix would be pleased, overjoyed! This was a grand day! So why was his brother sending off an aura of some kind of sadness and understanding? Why was Capio’s overgrown reptile standing so protectively over the slimy little creature?

Ha! Perhaps Anira had seen the small one of her kind and taken responsibility for it. Did she think she could protect the little puke? Keep it away from Galbatorix? Pravus would have authority here very soon…and that lizard would be missing its misshapen wings. Even as these wonderful thoughts of torture and victory came to his head he turned that sadistic glare to the young rider. His eyes just happened to meet hers at the right moment, and she quickly turned away. However it had been enough, Pravus had seen those innocent little eyes widen in fear and horror. It brought a smile to his face and a laugh to his throat. Even as he chuckled slightly his fun was interrupted. More people had to arrive and interrupt his thoughts of conquest and glee, for here came Murtagh and his constant pesky shadow. As if the rider weren’t enough he had to have this little girl playing dress-up assassin along with him. Naturally the child ran over to the dragon and young rider squealing about injustice. Well go cry a river. It was unfair? The girl had no weapons the lizard was undersized? Well as a freakin assassin little Arwen should know that battles are won when you don’t fight fair all the time. Right now they had removed a great asset from the Varden. Who gave a bull’s tail how unfair it seemed? Pravus looked tiredly towards Arwen, like a father looks at a stupid and foolish child.

“Dear girl there is no cowardice in capturing an enemy that will become a great threat. You want to kidnap a full grown dragon? How about you go fetch Sierthra for the Empire. No? Not fair?[/color]
And then his voice went up in volume, his command voice coming out in full as he made sure he held everyone’s attention.

“Then back down and be gone with you! Today is a glorious day for the Empire and for King Galbatorix! Little assassin you should be dancing in glee…perhaps you forget of the service you owe you king Galbatorix…perhaps we should have an investigation on where your loyalties truly lay. If you held any loyalty to the king you would sing out for happiness!!”[/color]

Pravus could not hide the pure joy in his voice, why was everyone so down? If they all served the King they would be filled with happiness right now. Galbatorix would be ecstatic! This was a great victory! What did he have planned for the girl? Why was Arwen whispering comforting words to the young rider? This would be a new hell for that young rider! Galbatorix would go through her mind like a plow through earth…she would not hide her true name from him…and she would be his. For the strength of the Empire and the glory of the King! However, it seemed young Convel was yet insulted again, could he just not see that Murtagh was fool and that Galbatorix would deal with insolence later? Pravus laughed aloud once more.

“Little Arwen do not speak lies to that Varden filth…she is not safe here…she has entered the land of nightmares. She will see Galbatorix and she will know fear! So do not promise her safety, for I assure you there is none of it to be found here for any with Varden sympathies.[/color]

Somehow, with the last comment he seemed to include all those gathered, even his own esquire. It was easy to see they all felt for this rider. None of them knew of the greatness of King Galbatorix! Not even the two that shared his blood! Convel must meet the king…and there was no excuse for Capio, a Corripio for godsake! His reddish brown eyes met everyone’s eyes, and he did not see joy in any of their glares, only anger towards him. No they should be glad! Rejoicing! Fools…enemies…insurgents…Galbatorix would see to them. And then Capio asked a very practical question…just what would he do with the young dragon and rider?

“Well, I would like to start with the feet. Perhaps pull out a toe nail from the girl…get some answers on the Varden…then perhaps clip a bit off the overgrown lizard’s wing, make a pretty shadow puppet…well that’s where it would start…I think we would end with the eyes…a slow burning fire brought to them perhaps? Or just a hot nail? They will work for Galbatorix be assured of that…the method is up to him, but I am quite sure he will let me have some fun.[/color]

Pravus was not allowed to speak anymore, his mind was being crushed, his tongue caught in his throat and he saw both Capio and Anira staring him down. The great sky blue dragon lifted her head, aiming ever so slightly to where Pravus stood alone, and then she roared, a sound so loud and strong it shook the ground and hearts of any nearby. With it came a great jettison of flame, so perfectly controlled and aimed that it came within inches of licking the captain’s face. Yet he could not react, for the dragon was holding him in place, invading his thoughts and being with her own. He chocked on his own tongue even as the fire singed his eyebrows. The fury and strength of Anira brought the great captain to his knees. Pravus clutched his throat, unable to pay mind to Convel as he desperately tried to claim breath, but a voice thundered in his mind, a sound so great it drowned out all his thoughts...little did he know that all gathered could hear Anira's voice of rage as she broadcast her fury. Even Capio squinted his eyes in pain from the thunder in his head.

YOU WILL NEVER LAY A HAND ON ANY OF MY KIND OR YOUR PRECIOUS GALBATORIX SO HELP YOU…I WILL REND YOUR BODY UNRECOGNIZABLE AFTER SHOWING YOU YOUR OWN VILE GUTS!!![/size][/blockquote][/color][/i]

[ARWEN REDFERN]

( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
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Kunna? That's a nice name. The dark haired girl smiled at the other girl. Noticing the gloom above her head, she looked above to see the dragon glaring at her. Were all female dragons like this? No. Sal was nice. This particular dragon seemed to be quite...protective. Stupid dragon. Arwen was feeling annoyed at the dragon was so close to her and without another glance at the dragon, she made her way towards Murtagh. When the dragon didn't even acknowlege her, she hid her scowl with a glare at the dragon. Fine. So, the dragon wasn't as...nice as she thought she was. Alright, maybe it was time to go. Besides, it looked as if the dragon had everything in hand. Pretending to look interested in her fingernails, she looked absolutely bored. Her eyes then flickered towards Convel, a frown forming on her pretty face. Sure, the man was talking to Murtagh but she wasn't able to help herself and growled angrily at him. With a snarl, she yelled at him with a look of anger on her face.

Just shut up, Convel! Don't you dare ever call him that again! Savvy? Her hands were balled up in fists, blue eyes as cold as ice. Glaciers, actually. Murtagh sighed, shaking his head feeling a headache comming along. He reached out to Arwen, about to place a hand on her shoulder when she whirled around with a look of fury on her face. Don't even, Murtagh. I'm NOT going to calm down. You, are not gonna battle him. Got it? He rose a brow before dully asking, You thought I was actually going to battle him? I thought you knew better, Arwen. An amused smirk came on his lip as he was about to say something to Convel. Arwen glared hard at him and cut him off by saying, Don't. With him already being all 'battle galore' at you, just don't say anything. A look of disgust replaced the fury while looking at Convel. Murtagh heaved a sigh, ignoring Convel completely while now facing Capio.

Grey eyes looked at him, now cool and collected. He was jumping into conclusions. He needed to think more. Without meeting the other rider's eyes, he managed to say, You're right. Sorry. He glanced over at the fuming Arwen who was now looking at her gloves as if dreaming up on how to kill Convel or something. He lowered his voice, now looking at Capio with a look of annoyance shown on is face. So, I suppose we just take the girl now? It would be much safer than leaving her with...him His eyes looked back at Pravus with a look of anger shown in his eyes, but not on his face. He watched as the other orange haired man teased Arwen with a sigh. He felt the annoyance prick into his mind, but he knew Arwen could fight for herself.

Back to Arwen, the girl was glaring at Pravus. She sputtered back when he said kidnapping a full dragon. Y-You know what I mean! Besides, fighting like that...it's cowardly! Low! Her voice became slightly stronger. A look of deep distaste appeared on her face. She hated the older man. He could be as old as her father and just because he was acting like he was her father, it pissed her off. His voice grew stronger and was telling her to back down. She hated him. Arwen wanted to kill him, so badly. The hate was so obvious on her face and snarled at him in an angry voice. Who said I liked the king, stupid? I am NOT dancing in glee because I know that this is WRONG! Don’t you have a conscious? That old man should be ashamed to even… She was cut off by him laughing. Was he calling the other girl filth? Rage surged through her and she yelled at him in a low and angry voice, Filth? SHE IS NOT FILTH. YOU’RE THE FILTH HERE. SHE is not going anywhere with you! For a FACT, Anria seems mightly protective over that Kunna! She was fuming and Murtagh didn’t seem to even bother saying anything. Shaking in anger, he continued to speak and Arwen wanted to behead him right there. Her hand gripped one of her swords on her back, her blue eyes on fire.

She stopped shaking as she watched a sudden flame shoot towards him. She was nowhere near him, thank god and her brows furrowed as he looked as if he was in pain. The loud roar made her cringe, but she stood her ground and ignored it as much as possible. With a cruel smile on her face she giggled. Yes. Arwen giggled. With a smirk at him, she giggled again and spoke through her giggles.

You know you deserved that. Ha, sucker. Her eyes then landed on Mali and she realized that she had ignored her voice before in her head because she had been so angry. She blinked and where she was, she spoke in a more calming voice,

Oh, and Mali? Sorry about not introducing myself earlier. You probably know already. It’s Arwen, by the way. She smiled. She had let go of her sword a while ago and was now feeling slightly happier. Watching Pravus fall like that was nice. She liked it. She hoped that Anria would do that more. Looking over at Murtagh, she called,

Let’s go now. This is boring.

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TAG !? talon, mali, and phrost
WORD COUNT ?! dunno
NOTES !? muse low. sorry.
LYRICS !? don't trust me ;; 30H!3
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0

[Mali]

She couldn’t understand the sudden change of heart that he had. Where had it come from? All the sudden he drew his sword and started shouting at Murtagh. Looking anxiously between the two men, she noticed quite a few things different about them. Convel was a go-getter. He was ready to charge into battle, swords ablaze, with no plan or idea as to what will happen to him. However, Murtagh was calm and collected as Convel challenged him to a duel. He looked as if he was a cool, calculated man. Not a man to charge in with swords ablaze without a plan, but charging in with swords ablaze and a well thought of and secure plan. However, there is one thing that Mali doesn’t understand, why is Convel angry in the first place? What did Murtagh do that could have possibly offended him?

Kunna was too preoccupied trying to get his words across that he wasn’t paying attention to anything else that was happening. He felt the sudden pride and joy sent to him from Anira. Smiling a toothy reptile grin, he looked up to Mali who also had a prideful and caring smile on her face. She was enormously proud that Kunna had said something. She wasn’t disappointed that it wasn’t her name; she couldn’t care less whose name he had said. It was the fact that he had done it that made her swell with happiness. However, a slight fear came back as an orange haired man approached her. She shrank back a bit, her ears pinning back against her head and her tail hung low, until Anira assured her that this man was her rider and that she was safe.

As images and words were sent to their minds, Kunna looked at the man curiously. Glancing between Mali and the man, he was curious as to what made a rider. This man was part of the Empire, and Mali, part of the Varden. He knew which side he laid on; he had laid there for 30 years before he chose Mali. However, what was the difference between them? Kunna tried to wrap his mind around the idea of how they could be so different that they were enemies. The only difference he could see was their sides. Capio wasn’t an evil man. Kunna sensed the hesitancy in Mali and nudged her, smiling reassuringly to her.

Mali’s ears picked back up as her hands were cut free. Lifting her eyes from his blade, she looked up at him to see his gentle smile. He really wasn’t an evil man, he couldn’t be. She just wasn’t sure if he would hesitate to injure her if Galbatorix ordered it. “Thank you Capio, sir”

[/i] It was a good enough address, right? He wouldn’t be angry with her for just calling him sir, would he? She hoped that he wouldn’t be. It was a good title and it showed that she was trying to be respectful of him. She didn’t know his title, or how he was normally addressed, so it was a good address if you ask her. Just after her hands are free, Mali looks around to see what the commotion is now, to gain her bearings, when her eyes meet Pravus’. It is then that she sees the horrible things he plans to do to her. He doesn’t need to say them, but she can see how much of a cruel and hate-filled man that he is. Her eyes widen in fear and horror at her new discovery. Kunnandi arches in her grasp, growling low to Pravus.

Arwen begins to go off about how it is cowardly to kidnap a Varden rider and her hatchling dragon. Mali agreed with her on that subject. Why couldn’t they have just left her alone? However, no matter how much she didn’t like it, she knew that it seemed right. They wouldn’t be able to capture a fully-grown dragon. Kidnapping dragon and rider when young, that would be the only way to take away the enemy’s asset. No matter how much she didn’t want to admit it. Pravus’ speech about pride and other such things made her hate him more. Even if she was the enemy, she was still a being. She wasn’t some trophy. At least treat her like the enemy, not an item.

Mali looks over to Arwen as she assures her that she will be safe. So her name was Arwen, everyone addressed her by it. Everyone also seemed to find her a nuisance. Mali didn’t understand why, but they did. It confused her, but she had to guess it was because Arwen was far too nice. Pravus immediately interrupted her little assurance with his statements. She was not filth! She may be the enemy, but she was not filth! However, she does fear him. She believes that she may have entered the land of nightmares. The fact that Convel had joined the Empire scared her. The fact that he could so easily dismiss their friendship in the name of glory scared her. The fact that she was here scared her. As well as the fact that the Varden hadn’t come for her yet, that scared her. What if they never came for her? Not even Capio’s assurance can calm her nerves now.

As Mali listened to Pravus’ plans for her, she began to worry and fear. Her body started to shake, her tail wrapping around her waist, her ears pinned back and she held onto Kunna tight and protectively. Placing her head beside Kunna’s, she started to cry quietly. She wanted to go home; somewhere she knew that she was safe and protected. She wanted to be free from all of this. Why did she have to be caught in this battle between Varden and Empire? She tuned out Arwen’s voice as she started to call him out again. Couldn’t she just be quiet? Mali continued to cry, her little body shaking before a loud roar made her jump. A shiver went from her spine to her toes as she jumped back from the source of the noise, Anira. Clutching Kunna to her chest, she was terrified at the large plume of fire that Anira had shot at Pravus. Looking up at the magnificent creature, Mali had to ask why she did that. Was Anira going that far to protect Kunna and her?

Glancing at Pravus, Mali wishes that the fire had hit him. He deserved it. Moreover, Arwen seemed to agree as well. Mali didn’t speak as they were still fighting or discussing what should be done. She didn’t want to be noticed. Moving closer to Anira, she felt safer with her. She didn’t know if that was by Kunna’s influence or not, but she liked the magnificent dragon. She was kind and gentle.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/size]