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| Oop | Jan 21 2012, 03:14 PM Post #16 |
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so they scream
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((That's quite all right. I liked it.)) It had been many years since that encounter, and it was but a dot in the scope of Safia's memory. Since that day, she had seen naught but bloodshed. The humes were like hounds, holding her scent, tracking her, and this became perfectly clear to her. That they were not trying to protect themselves, but were, for all intents and purposes, trying to exterminate her. They had become crafty in their means, and she had had many narrow escapes. Even so, it took them many years to drive her from her territory. Safia had massacred a great many of their warriors, but as the humes aged, so too did their knowledge of her grow. They learned her habits, learned her likes and dislikes, how she attacked and hunted. With this knowledge, they had sprung effective traps against her. So she had left, vowing to one day regain that which was hers, and had been hers for long before the humes even knew of its existence. She traveled for a while, simply set on staking out another territory, or possibly taking an already claimed one from another. However, she had found and mourned several of her kind who had not been so fortunate as her. They had not escaped. Their bodies lay in the mud and dirt, covered in filth and filled with maggots, the horrible pointed sticks that the humans loved so much piercing their hides. Their scales -- those small enough to carry -- had been pillaged from their very bodies. The first that Safia had come across, she had mourned for nearly a week, the sorrow and rage building inside of her. Roar after roar she had released, calling any others to come and grieve with her, but none had come. It was after this week that she had known something was direly wrong. She took flight, traveling due west. It was the same in almost every territory that she saw. One, though, one had filled her with such overwhelming sorrow and rage that she could not fight it. For there, lying before her, was perhaps the largest female of their kind that Safia had ever beheld, and perhaps the most beautiful. She was massive, each scale on her nearly half the size of Safia, and Safia was no small creature by any means. These scales glittered the most regal violet, deep and wondrous, even after death. Beside the once breathing fallen mountain, though, lay the true horror. Two hatchlings, barely from their eggs, lay with their necks twisted at horrendous angles. Eggs, large and speckled and healthy, lay broken and scattered, life liquid that would have formed to be hatchlings splattered against the rocks. It was vile and disgusting, macabre, and Safia had been beyond forlorn. Especially as a female. It was strange, the way that she instinctively reacted, as though the eggs had been her own. Safia, in her rage, had flown to the nearest village (the one she presumed had been responsible for such heinous crimes), and torn it to the ground. Women and children fell before her, men died screaming in agony, and their buildings she'd torn to the ground. It was a slaughter the likes of which all of history had seen few of. She had let one sole man get away to spread the tale of her, that others might hear of her ferociousness and her grudge against the cockroach pests of this land. After she reined in her ever-growing rage and sorrow, she had returned to the place where the great she-dragon had fallen protecting her young, and there she had solidified what anger grew and festered inside of her. And it became clear what she needed to do. The humans needed to be taken care of, and only the Elders could do it. They were the only ones old enough, with enough power and strength, to do anything so massive. But before she could go to them, she would need to warn those around. Warn them, gather support. It seemed clear that her territory had been something of an epicenter, the carnage spreading outward from there. She hunted, rested, and then flew with all of her vast strength and speed and skill toward the ocean that she knew stretched far along the coast. The first dragon that she encountered heeded her warning easily. She was young, and very highly impressed by Safia. She asked if she might join the elder dragon, but Safia did not think it wise. It would only slow her down to have one so young following her, and put her in danger. "Where should I go, then, if it's not safe here?" "Go north," Safia had told her. There were many dragons there, in the mountains; It was a good place to raise young, and there were not many predators there. "Take with you my warning." "I shall. From here, continue West, Great Moonscales. There is a male there. He resides on a great island, antagonizing the coastal hume dens." "Thank you. Do not tarry here." "May the wind be always at your back, Moonscales." "And yours, as well." From there, Safia took off directly toward the coast, in the direction of the setting sun. Her scales took on an orange-red tint in the fading light, and she looked like a living, breathing flame -- a comet -- as she sailed through the sky. ((I assume that they do not yet know about the treaty being arranged. Also, I hope this wasn't too boring, and that it doesn't interfere with whatever you have planned.)) |
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| Cookie Dough | Jan 21 2012, 06:01 PM Post #17 |
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Death to Babies
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A good day. He liked the taste of bovine. It was especially tasted with this wine bit his apes had put on it as tribute. Apparently some crazy she-bitch had destroyed a town and they thought she might be on a rampage, apparently those humans had killed a mother, an old mother. He was to protect them from the rain of vengeance. He told them he would think about it and got a cow. He stashed the other half of the body into one of the crevices of his rocky island for later. He knew to not eat too much, it would be almost as tasty tomorrow, and he would not get bloated. If he ever got lazy he could easily lose his territory, or worse, his hide. He knew how much the humans wanted him dead, he wasn't stupid, quite the contrary. He crawled up the tallest spire to perch and watch. As the sun set he knew dragons liked to try and use it to hide in the shadows and attempt to kill him. As he peered into the distance, however, he saw a colorful clump quickly approach. Upon further inspection it was a dragon. Surely not a male, he couldn't smell it, but too big to be one of those hatchling females. It must have been a more mature one, quite rare. This one was red though, so it must not have been the other one the humans had mumbled about. He sat up on his perch, prepared to fly and fight, but not willing to start any fights, he hated flying right after a good meal... He relaxed his frills, knowing that most dragons assumed it was a fighting pose just to have them up since males rattled them when angered or when preparing to fight. He simply let out a low growl once she was closer, "M'lady, what business have you here? You are no hatchling, nor are you injured or thin, a peculiar sight indeed." He licked one of his talons, cleaning off a spot where he had missed a bit of blood. "You'll have to excuse the mess, you caught me right after a snack..." He growled a chuckle before picking up some of her scent, which was also quite interesting. And by ignoring the sun, he could see her scales were white. Where had she come from? It seemed his pets might be a bit upset if he didn't kill this female, not that he cared either way. For now, he would just see what she had to say, perhaps she wasn't the same female, though white scales were quite unusual... |
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| Oop | Jan 21 2012, 07:54 PM Post #18 |
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so they scream
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((By the way: Safia)) Safia was unused to approaching other dragons' territories, especially males'. In fact, it was rather strange for a male to take a territory at all, though Safia couldn't say for sure if this counted as a territory. All dragons were known to occasionally take up common resting places or to linger around a fruitful area for stints. Still, Safia was not used to approaching other dragons. Rather, she was used to chasing them away. The smaller female had been easy to get near to: upon seeing Safia's size, she had immediately backed down. This would not be so easy, Safia could see. This male, though young by appearance, was just as large as her, if not larger. He looked strong, and that made Safia nervous. Still confident that she could take him a in a fight due to her greater experience, though, she still circled overhead, wheeling in the sky, making sure that the male would not attack. She landed with all the grace and elegance befitting a dragon, though the force of it shook the rock beneath them. Safia had never much taken to rocks such as this. The sea's slime grew along the steep edges, and she could feel it sliding beneath her claws, sullying her already somewhat dirtied scales. Also, she preferred ground that she could sink her claws into. Folding her wings halfway in, she straightened her neck, presenting herself regally. Picking up the smell of more dragons -- obviously female -- she tilted her nose up slightly. So this male kept himself company, did he? Unnatural and piggish, demeaning for the females, but she did not come here to judge him. Ignoring the fact that he had not even the decency to greet her without cleaning himself, she spoke without preamble. "I bring with me a warning. Those of us on the mainland are finding survival against the humes harder and harder. Already I have seen ten slain." In the amount of time that she had been traveling, that was far too many. And that the killing spread in a ripple from one territory outward was alarming: the humes were spreading their secrets of death quickly. She awaited a response, though, before she went into any more detail. A male of this sort would likely be arrogant, cocky, and unwilling to leave. It would take more convincing than such a brief warning, she was sure, but if he would not listen, then she would speak to the hatchlings that he entertained himself with. They should respect her enough and be adequately frightened into fleeing northward, similarly to the first female she had spoken with. Impatient to say what she had come to say and leave, Safia's tail swung behind her. Still panting slightly from her long and strenuous flight, the whiteness of her belly fire flared in her nostrils with each breath that she took, making her look even more threatening, adding effect to her words of caution. ((This is so fun to write! I'm sorry it took me so long.)) Edited by Oop, Jan 22 2012, 01:20 PM.
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| Cookie Dough | Jan 22 2012, 08:07 PM Post #19 |
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Death to Babies
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((Haha, no problem)) "I see, and what am I to do about this? Am I to leave forever? Am I to destroy humans until my last breath? I am a dragon, not a cockroach..." He gave her a serious look. He wasn't dense, he knew what was going on. He was not just a rogue male flying from place to place, not like most males his age should be. He stayed here for a reason, he could not afford to go die only to be worn on one of those rats to help kill another of his kind. He looked at the ocean below, "Are you the dragon that massacred that town? The humans in my towns asked me to protect them from a rampaging female in white scales. You do not look like you are on a rampage..." Obviously he was not going to kill his own kind for no reason. Those humans should have known better than to kill a dragon in the first place. "What is your name, M'lady?" He made a courteous dip of his head to her. |
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| Oop | Jan 22 2012, 09:53 PM Post #20 |
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so they scream
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It seemed to Safia that this male did not truly want her to answer his questions, and nor was it her place to. Were she to give her opinion anyway, it would not be for him to flee or to fight, necessarily. She needed more dragons, perhaps to fly with her, perhaps to help spread the warning. Although she didn't know for sure what should be done (this was all too new and too overwhelming), she did know -- though it stung her to admit -- that she could not stand up against the destruction racing across their land on her own. If one so great as the she-dragon she'd seen had fallen before the humans, then Safia would as well. It was only luck (and the fact that she had no hatchlings or eggs to protect) that allowed her to escape unscathed. Still keeping a good distance for safety, Safia slowly approached the edge of the rock they stood on, peering out across the sky while the male looked down at the sea. When she saw the deep reds of the sky, all she could think of was the blood -- impossible quantities of it -- strewn about those less fortunate than herself. When he spoke again, Safia took a moment before pulling her attention back from the skies. Before answering, she turned her head to look her silvery gaze with his crisp blue one. "I am," she answered. It may not have been the right thing, but it was the only thing she knew to do at the time. Dragons were not known for holding their tempers -- Safia probably least of all. She had barely known what she was doing, but she had known that it felt good to cut down humans with tooth and claw, that feeling firm mortar and solid stone give beneath her wrath had been the sweetest vengeance she could imagine. She did not regret it, either. That was clear by the fierceness in her eyes and the hardness of her tone. His sudden courtesy gave her cause to reevaluate her initial impression of him. The gesture seemed familiar, somehow. All dragons do the same to show respect, she told herself. Of course it was familiar. "I am sometimes called Starfire. Sometimes Moonscales. The name given to me by my sire and dame is Safia." When she spoke of her sire and dame, warm memories suffused her. She would like to see them again. Last she knew, they shared a territory somewhere far, far to the east. Dragons were solitary creatures until they found their bonded mate. Then they became nearly inseparable, and the death of one would almost certainly result in the death of the other. Finding one's bonded mate was very rare, though, and Safia had no illusions of doing so herself. For those who were not so lucky, males came, mated, and then left to find another female. Unbonded mates were not tolerated to remain in a territory for any more than that, unless the female was particularly mild-mannered and allowed him to hunt and rest. All of these things passed through her mind's eyes swiftly as a flowing river, even as she kept her even gaze on the male across from her. She really did have to admit that he was handsome, for one so young. Such beautiful blue scales, complimented by the sea. Such lean muscles, probably from a diet consisting of more fish than anything, if she had to guess. Such a graceful slope to his neck, both strong and regal. And he seemed to have some wit about him. Though she didn't approve of it any more than she had initially, she understood how he kept such young females flocked to him. Not that his appearance changed anything. Her goals and her mission remained the same. She planned to save as many of their kind as possible, even if that meant fighting this male to speak to the young females to send them to the north, where they could be protected. Nothing had changed by her admittance that he was a markedly handsome male. |
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| Cookie Dough | Jan 23 2012, 01:17 AM Post #21 |
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Death to Babies
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His jaw tensed for a moment. Moonscales. He remembered that beautiful rage. He now examined her, what beauty had the earth and anger smothered? There was no way she would recognize him, he wouldn't be able to recognize him, he had matured well. She was, no doubt, just as beautiful, if not more so. "My humans call me the Blue Fox, but my real name is Kyne. We have met before, when my body was just starting to grow. For your mercy and kindness I will show you the same, for it is more kindness than most dragons have shown me, at least, when I was small. I will help you, only because you have an infectious passion for your kind. I owe you anyway, so stay and rest, hunt, whatever you need. I trust you to not eat my snacks stored in my perch. I will go tell the females in the area to leave as well, I will be back soon..." His wings swept out, large for any dragon his size, as they had to be, in his case. He stood on his hind legs and dropped off the side of the island, kicking off above the water and temporarily disturbing the order of the waves. He glanced back at her, hoping his home would still be in tact when he returned, but he trusted her enough not to be malicious. He roared loudly, nearly causing the air to tremble. It was authoritative as he called to the younglings in his territory. He knew some just came through without alerting him, but as long as they stayed out of his way and caused no trouble he would let them ghost through. However he could always smell them, and he would know if they ignored him. He would evacuate his territory. Maybe it was kindness for a pretty female, he could not deny his baser instincts, but more than that he thought of her as someone wise to look up to. He may have been strong, but she had more experience than him, and females knew different things from males, just by genetics. He would help her, he could at least do this much. Leaving, for now, was not his intention, but perhaps she could sway him. It just depended on what she planned to do... ((soz crap post -_-)) |
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| Oop | Jan 23 2012, 10:48 AM Post #22 |
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They had met before? Surely she would remember one so-- Kyne. Kyne. Then it struck her. That hatchling from so long ago! Yes, she did remember him. She remembered him being whiny and cowardly. He had certainly grown, and more than just physically. She could sense that his maturity had ripened, and it pleased her. It pleased her more that he remembered her, and seemed to remember her well. Of course, he had seen far fewer years than Safia, and such memories of his near-infancy would be hard to forget, just as Safia could not forget the days of her youth, filled with flying lessons and hunting and traveling and pranks and riddles. She watched him leave, a pleased rumble issuing forth from her throat. She was glad that their meeting had gone so well. When he roared, summoning forth the young ones, she turned and, using her great hind legs, pushed off from the ground. It seemed as if she hovered for a moment before snapping out her wings, drifting slowly down toward the sea, where she glided low, close to the waves that threatened to rise up and lick her underbelly. What little light remained glanced off of her scales, casting dancing purple patterns atop the crests. Safia found them beautiful nearly to the point of transfixing, but she was used to such displays, as she had often swam in her old territory. The territory that she would one day have again. She returned to the mainland in short order, choosing to avoid flying in the vicinity of any human dens nestled along the coast. She did not want to alert them of her presence or cause alarm. So she angled northward, away from the cities that were bespeckled with little orange lights, and there she hunted, taking her time. As she ate, she saw a small thunder of dragons, presumably the young females, pass overhead. She roared to them, wishing them a safe journey, and they responded in kind. Her heart soared with them, glad to see them going, but also saddened that they had to go in the first place. After her meal, Safia took wing once again. Before returning to the rock immediately, though, she instead dove into the ocean. She knew better than to stay too long in the cool water. As children, they were told stories of the great beasts lurking beneath the waves. Dragons were the masters of the skies, and the way it was said, the ocean was like a sky all its own, and it too had its own masters. So she stayed just long enough to wash the grime from her scales, and then beat the air with great flaps in order to pull herself from the heavy liquid. By the time she returned to the rock, she was nearly dry, and feeling much better. Now they needed to decide on a course of action. Edited by Oop, Jan 23 2012, 12:27 PM.
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| Cookie Dough | Jan 23 2012, 02:06 PM Post #23 |
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Death to Babies
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It was late into the night when Kyne returned, and it was far from a graceful return. He dropped something onto his perch before landing on top of it, delicately. He was exhausted, obviously it had been quite heavy, though for good reason. It was a hatchling, dusted to look grey, but some green scales shined through dimly. It couldn't have been old enough to even hunt for itself, let alone do more than glide or fly for a couple minutes. He had carried it back from the mainland, but it was just big enough to not be able to carry very far. He looked at Safia, "This is why I hold a territory in such a place. Other dragons killed her parents, and they were kind to me, though she was the only survivor. I know it is unusual for dragons to care for orphans, even more unusual for males, but if my dame ever ingrained anything into me, it was gratitude and respect." "Brother- Lila hungry!" She cooed to him, biting his arm with her tiny hatchling teeth. He ripped off a leg of the remaining cow, and dropped it before her. She instantly tore at it, though it was hard for her to chew through the thick skin of the cow yet, not like older dragons. Kyne settled himself so she sat between his front legs, his gently unfolded to rest at his sides, his tail tucked close to him. He looked at the sky, "She was in the care of some of those females, but when I sent them away I could not leave her there by herself. I need a safe place for her before I can fight anyone or help be any messenger, yes? I hope you can understand... But... What is your plan? Is this a war you want to start? If you haven't noticed they outnumber us, even more so when you account for dragons that cannot or will not fight." He looked at her calmly as the hatchling curled up to his chest to sleep, blood staining her face and talons, though he tried to ignore it as it got on his white underbelly. ((I thought it would be cute to have a restricting factor- especially a little dragon :3 )) |
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| Oop | Jan 23 2012, 04:44 PM Post #24 |
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((Very cute, I agree. ))At first, Safia did not know what to make of the hatchling. It was not her own, but she felt a strange compulsion toward it - a deep, echoing compassion deep in her thick, muscular chest. "Those females were hardly old enough to take care of themselves, let alone a delicate hatchling." She took a few rumbling steps forward, turning her head to better examine the small hatchling with one silvery eye. Then she looked to Kyne. "May I?" It was not his hatchling directly, but he had assumed responsibility for her, and so Safia knew better than to approach without permission. Even the most mild of dragons was immensely protective. "Hello, there," Safia said, her tone dropping naturally into one more motherly. She didn't know why or how, but it sounded very warm and welcoming, unlike her usual fierce and biting tone. She sank closer to the stone, allowing the small dragon to better see her. "Lila? Such a pretty name for a pretty dragon." As a female, Safia had no doubt that there was vanity running in those veins as thickly as blood. It was, perhaps, one of the most dominant personality traits among dragons, females in particular. Even after the hatchling fell asleep, Safia watched it for a while before straightening and stepping back, rearranging her wings against her back. "What do you suppose is best for her? You've known her longer, and I'm not very familiar with the surrounding territories." It would be best to take her north, for all the same reasons that Safia insisted on those too young to join her to go north, but it was too far a flight to make. "Can she fly yet?" It seemed to Safia that Lila was nearly old enough to learn, if she hadn't already. If the hatchling could fly, it would make things much easier: they could take her with them for a short while until they found a place for her to stay -- another dame, perhaps, who would take her in. If she couldn't fly, then they would be forced to carry her along until they found someone, and their progress would be slowed immensely. Perhaps, though, it might be better to spend a day teaching her. Of course, it wasn't Safia's decision to make. She was not the adopted parent of the small dragon, though she did want to make sure that Lila was safe before leaving her alone. As for her less immediate plans, Safia hesitated to share them. Did she want war? No, she wanted a massacre. She wanted to unite all the dragons she could find, go to the Elders, and then eliminate all of humankind, whether it be by one impossible act of magic (if it even still existed), or whether it be one city at a time until the humans were either extinct or fled this continent entirely. She wanted not one man-made brick to remain intact by the time they finished. But she decided that these views were too harsh and too personal to gain allies by. So she simply said, "I aim to see the Elders and request their wisdom on the matter." She held Kyne's gaze, blinking slowly every once in a while. |
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| Cookie Dough | Jan 23 2012, 05:15 PM Post #25 |
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Death to Babies
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He watched the hatchling, she had become quite precious to him, though he hated to admit it. Elders. He turned to her sharply, "They are old and rotted! They would be better as food in my belly!" His frills extended and rattled harshly against his neck, drool trickling slightly from the corner of his mouth. Lila turned, disturbed by the sudden noise, which instantly made him force down his temper. He settled the frills back down and coughed up some spit to the other side away from her. Young males, especially with a strong fire gut would often 'salivate' the acids in preparation to breathe fire, it got more controllable with age. He growled, "Apologies. I cannot go with you. If the Elders knew I was alive, if they found me, my life would surely be over. You must not go to them, Safia. Their minds are old and decayed, they have become conceited and obsessed with old ways, they will not listen to us, especially us..." He stared down at the ocean, "I want to send her to the north, with the others. She can fly for a couple minutes, but she is just too young to have the muscle yet... If we get her north, get her safe, I will accompany you, but know I can't see the Elders with you... I can help you the rest of the way though, I know the way to their lands, I can get you there, at least..." He looked at her, marveling at her scales, how beautiful they looked, making even the moon jealous. Moonscales was a good nickname. He could not abandon her to those stuffy old scales, but he could not go the entire way with her, he could not meet with them. |
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| Oop | Jan 23 2012, 07:19 PM Post #26 |
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Though Safia did not understand his sudden outburst and anger, she did not question it. His insults toward the Elders put a fire of anger in her, despite her best attempts to quell it. The Elders were great dragons, old and to be respected, for they had seen many things that the young would never know. That, and in their day, they had been great! They had feared nothing and had hunted anything that they wanted! All things, from the ants to the great bears, had feared them! And now they were threatened by a bunch of hairless, scaleless monkeys that had not fangs or claws. It was a far fall from their previous glory. His anger had instinctively put Safia on edge, and by the time he settled, she had already mostly spread her wings and put most of her weight on her back legs, ready to tear with talons or push off and take flight. Her mouth hung open slightly, ready to bite or to shower him with flames, if necessary. (If she were younger, she might worry about hitting the hatchling, as well, but she had the ability to narrow her flames to a specific point, preventing them from hitting anything that she didn't intend. It came only with large amounts of practice, and more patience than Safia had known she possessed.) Once he began speaking again, Safia relaxed again, though she didn't let her guard down. She only folded her wings halfway. "She will grow strong on the way, then," Safia said, not sounding harsh so much as determined. They could take turns carrying Lila, but she would still have to support herself more than she was ever used to. Perhaps the journey would even be good for her, in the long run. Give her more meddle than most. Deciding not to press about his conflict with the Elders (he would say if he wanted her to know, though it did make her curious in the extreme), Safia shuffled her wings, pleased at his offer. His accompaniment was better news than she had hoped for, and a great weight that she hadn't known she'd been carrying seemed to, if not lift, then lessen. The more dragons that she warned, the better she felt, and now that she had help (though she hated to use that word), her task felt less impossible. "I would much appreciate your help, Kyne." This time, though the gesture felt strange to her after not using it in so long, she dipped her head to him in gratitude. However, she straightened quickly thereafter, saying, "We should get some rest and leave with the morning. If there's not room here, I will go back to the mainland." She knew better than to invite herself, anyway. |
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| Cookie Dough | Jan 23 2012, 08:35 PM Post #27 |
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He took no real threat of her anger, most dragons were extremely offended when he voiced his dislike of the Elders, but he had his reasons. He yawned, "She will I suppose, as will I, you do not need to carry her. She is my responsibility." He laid his head over her, "You may stay on the lower levels, you might get a little damp though." By dawn Kyne was already diving through the water, fully awake, and hunting. Lila was practicing her flying. Suddenly Kyne jumped out of the water, landing right in front of Lila, growling. He put his head right to her's, bearing his teeth as smoke came from his nostrils. She gave a cheep and rammed his nose with her head. In return he spit up fish he had been holding in his mouth, shaking the water off himself as he straightened. He looked at the ocean and the sky, feeling a pang of sadness. He would probably not return here, not anytime soon, anyways. He would miss the steadiness of this place. For dragons, change was usually unwelcome, they had a long time to change slowly, sudden changes were not wanted. He looked at Lila, then Safia, "We should get going soon, before all the humans begin their fishing..." |
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| Oop | Jan 23 2012, 10:42 PM Post #28 |
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"If I do not assist you, the trip will take too long," she said simply. "It is the least I can do in return for your... help." Honestly, Safia did not know how to depend on others. It was something she hadn't done since she was fresh out of her egg. Even when they hatched, Dragons could technically care for themselves. They could learn to hunt and fly on their own, if they could avoid getting eaten by things bigger than them. But hatchlings were precious things, even to males. Females would die for their young before abandoning them. She had had the fortune to be raised by both her sire and dame, but even so, she'd always been fiercely independent. With that said, she took flight. She would not sleep somewhere uncomfortable simply because there wasn't room. It was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. So she returned to the mainland (making sure to stay away from the human dens), and made herself a spot at the bottom of a steep hill. She slept in the open, unable to find any trees nearby to hide her. However, after years of constantly being snuck up on in her sleep, Safia had become something of a light sleeper. The night passed without incident, and when she woke, Safia enjoyed hunting. What was left of her meal she flew back to the rock for Lila and Kyne, though it wasn't much, it was fresh, and it was just a small show of her thanks. She found herself humming in approval at the way Kyne treated Lila, but when he spoke to Safia, she only said, "Then let's be off." Once in the air, Safia suggested that they fly with one of them below Lila, and the other in front of her, both to help the young dragon fly with less effort. Safia took the less strenuous lead position for the time being, setting them on a course due north. On this fine morning, the sun glinted off of her in blinding arrays, casting rainbow patterns upon everything it touched, and the warmth suffused her. It made her feel marvelous, and for the first time in a many years, hopeful. ((Well, that was poopy. But I Have to go to sleep now. 'Night!)) Edited by Oop, Jan 23 2012, 10:42 PM.
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| Cookie Dough | Jan 26 2012, 05:42 PM Post #29 |
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Death to Babies
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Kyne helped Lila into the high sky, but she would fly by herself for quite a distance. For one so young, she didn't complain at all, when many probably would have, but it was obvious she was struggling, though determined. And they made their way along the coast, for quite a few hours, before meeting any sort of potential problem. "Look at these clouds, the weather is not good here. And we are over an old territory, she probably already smells us. Lila, can you fly faster? I know you are very tired, you have flown a very long time, but I cannot fly very fast while carrying you. We have to get out from under these storm clouds, I don't want to have to rest here and wait it out, this territory doesn't put out a welcoming smell..." Whatever lived here was old and cranky and probably not used to visitors. However, dragons could not fly against horrible wind and rain or resist electricity... He turned to Safia, "Do you have storms like these inland? I see these on the coast quite frequently." He growled, examining them again. Either they would have to land once it began or it would end up being nothing, he hoped they would just outfly them since the clouds were heading south. "What could make you leave your home? Were the humans there so vile? I remember you being such a proud creature, has your pride outdone you?" He snorted, teasing her lightly. |
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| Oop | Jan 26 2012, 07:09 PM Post #30 |
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Safia could tell that the territory was nearly as ancient as the dragon occupying it, but she hoped that this dragon would be one that preferred to let her size do the clearing for her. If it came to landing, Safia did not want a fight. "I have seen storms like these before, but not in my territory. It was long ago -- probably before you hatched, youngling." The mention of her home proved to still be too sore a subject to jest about. Safia, in a bout of wicked anger at the jabs at her pride and the tender subject of her overrun home, let loose a jet of rippling, pure white flame that roared more loudly than the thunder ahead of them and the waves crashing below them combined. The fire erupting from her great maw looked like a pillar of pure starlight-- --and burned like it, too. Safia knew that it would be less effective on another dragon (especially since she wasn't trying to kill him), but she wanted to show Kyne that though he nearly equally her in size now, she was still his superior in age and skill. The art of breathing flames was a skill that could only increase so far with practice, and then only grew with age. And in age, Safia trumped Kyne. After she closed her jaws and cut off the flames, Safia hissed, obviously still angry, but not quite so enraged. "Do not speak as if you know me. You were naught but a lanky lizard when you met me then." Even as she spoke, Safia paid extra attention to the sounds around them. She may have inadvertently drawn more attention to them than they desired. "If we are attacked, conceal yourselves in the clouds and keep flying until it is safe. As a wandering female, I can distract her. She'll think I'm here to challenge her for the territory. "If we must land, I suggest the same: conceal yourselves and, if approached, I will confront her long enough for you to flee." Safia hated to flee. She truly did. But her new mission -- and Lila's safety (though Safia doubted that Lila would be harmed, even if they were attacked) -- came first. "Besides, I would warn her as well, whether she heeds it or not." It was a good plan, Safia thought, and reasonable. There was no reason that Kyne should disagree. |
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