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 Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 10:30 pm
RUSH
-A DragonScales roleplay. Brought to you by the imagination of Paradox. And with help by Jibiki.
Enjoy.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 7:32 am
Beginning Setting:The Princess had been kidnapped by a party of enchanting forest folk in the silence of night. In the process of bringing her to the forbidden forests, they had lost her and now Aliora finds herself being more alone than ever. Her dragons are nowhere to be seen and apparently the natures of the forest folk are inhumanly.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 7:38 am
Her nostrils flared, burning to the faint smell of raw flesh. She felt the heaviness of her body against the earth as she tried to lift her head. Only an inch to two, but even that was difficult. She breathed, gasping for what seemed to be an eternity. Her emotionless optics blinked, retracting from the sudden light that filled them.
Her lips pursed together, rubbing against one another. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She groaned out again.
She hated blood.
Aliora's lips opened. A single groan escaped from her vocals as she propped herself up. Her arms pushing against the ground, her nails digging into the earth as she brought herself up.
"Da..." her voice rusty, harsh and coarse as she tried to speak. She found it difficult and too realized that if she talked more blood would enter into her mouth.
Damn. She never felt so...
Weak.
She blinked her eyes again. Her raised her head, covering them from the sun's blinding light that peirced through the tree branches.
Her mind raced not staying on anything in particular.
It happened too fast. It happened without a warning....
Aliora raised her hand. Blood stained her knuckles as she brushed her fingers against her neck. The pain was still there from where she was grabbed. Her fingers traced along the swollen lines that plumped at her skin.
She felt a warm, sticky fluid against her fingertips--blood.
Aliora was bleeding. She didn't want to believe it. But she was.
The young woman stuttered onto her feet. Her ankles cried out, but she fought back the scream. Warm, salty tears watered her eyes as all she wanted to do was to scream.
Would anyone hear her? Would anyone come rescue her?
Would they...?
She breathed.
There was no one. The Princess was alone.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 6:28 pm
Akair walked silently through the forest, wondering to himself the things he always wondered.
Am I truly fit to do what I do? Am I worthy to be judge, jury, and executioner? He nodded quickly to himself. Yes, I do what must be done- nothing more. I free the wrongly accused, I help those in need of helping...
Azalaea looked up at him from her nap. "You need to sleep," she said quietly, "Or you'll be caught sleeping in broad daylight."
Akair nodded, sighing. "Still..." he said aloud.
"Don't tell me you're having your doubts again," Azalaea said with a sigh. "The past is history, and the future a mystery. Don't worry about either- the past isn't going anywhere and the future will tend itself. You know all of this."
Akair nodded. "But it doesn't make it any easier. To hold someone's life in your hands, then crush it without so much as a second glance..."
Azalaea sighed again. "You worry too much. You knew every one of the people that you killed, and what they did to deserve it. Now quit wondering and go to bed." A playful growl escaped her insides. "Or do I have to hold you down again?" she asked with a wry smile.
Akair uttered a short bark of laughter. "I suppose you might, with this winter chill coming on. But I'll be back soon, I just need to take a short walk."
Azalaea sighed. "Just don't stay out too long...I feel something ominous is about to make itself known."
Akair laughed heartily, saying between laughs, "Let's hope that's not your innards talking, and if it is I'm not picking up after them!"
And with that, Akair walked into the forest for a stroll.
Akair had been walking for a while now, but he knew the exact way back to the campsite he had made.
Suddenly, he heard movement. He tensed into action, hands going to his revolver on his hip. He listened intently, and thought he heard a girl...Fighting back a scream of some sort, by the sound of it.
Keeping his hand on the butt of his gun, he edged forward into the small clearing...
...And stopped dead. There, before him, was the mangled figure of the princess, struggling to stay on her feet by the look of it.
A million thoughts raced through his head, trying to decide whether or not to save her...She had sentenced her share of innocents to their deaths, but here she was, apparently tortured. He made up his mind there: he would help her for now.
He raised his hands, as if surrendering, and walked over to her, making himself heard long before he thought she could see him.
"Hello, Princess Aliora. You look injured. I will not hurt you, I promise you that. Please, come with me and we'll get you looked after." He mentally kicked himself; the words sounded good in his head, but once he had said them he was sure she thought he was the culprit behind her torture, and apparently her kidnapping too.
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 8:08 pm
Aliora’s eyes stared at the young man who appeared before her. Her eyes scanning his body to figure out if he was either friend or foe. She couldn’t make any assumptions just yet because even the wild faeries looked innocent, but were quite deadly.
Her lips pursed together as she blinked away from Akair. “I don’t need your help,” she told him. Her arms crossed together and she leaned back against a tree’s trunk.
“I’m perfectly fine handling any situation by myself,” she said with her usual snotty attitude. “But thank you anyways, peasant.”
She sighed deeply as she slouched down with legs crossed. The once beautiful red gown was now tattered and quite filthy. She looked more like a princess-dress-thief than the heir to the throne.
[Aliora?]
The young woman blinked as she heard the voice of a familiar creature.
[Aliora?] the voice called out again.
I’m here, Stardust. Where are you?
[Aliora? Where are you?]
The forest, Stardust. The forest!
[Aliora…?] doubt filled the creature’s voice.
“Stardust!” the Princess shot onto her feet. Her eyes looked up, but only to find out that the forest’s canopy was much too tight. The branches all linked together and only a few rays of sunlight could pierce through.
“You there!” Aliora’s eyes looked to Akair and suddenly she actually realized that he was there. “Stardust! She’s in trouble. I can’t communicate with her. The forest is much too thick here,” she said. “You seem like you know this wood. I…I need help,” she muttered as she didn’t want to admit to it.
“I need to find my dragon. She’s around here somewhere, but I don’t know where. Please…” the Princess begged with saddened filled eyes.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 9:05 pm
Akair sighed. Just as he'd thought...He would have some difficulty with this. It seemed the only people he got along with were those who wanted his help and people who were unconscious.
He watched as she seemed to talk to herself, then address him again. He sighed- there went the first one.
Akair felt a bump on his back, and he jumped despite himself.
"Good to see you too, Akair..." Azalaea grumbled.
Akair sighed with relief. His diplomatic side had arrived...Unannounced, of course, but beggars can't be choosers.
"So who is this?" Azalaea asked curiously, going in closer to the girl for a good look without getting too close. "Strange garments for...Anyone, really." She snorted. "Why would anyone wear clothes like that in this season? They don't keep you warm, they seem to tear easily-"
"Azalaea, that's enough." Akair had stopped trying to sound friendly. He was all business now, his mind racing at furious speeds to see if there was any way to twist this to his advantage.
"This is the princess you're speaking of and to, most likely taken from her home fairly recently by people with intentions that were less than noble." He calculated what the princess had just told him, and continued:
"And it seems she has a dragon that can forge a telepathic link. But..." He looked at the princess, "This forest is too thick? Is that correct?"
Without waiting for a response, Akair turned and crossed his arms over his chest. "So we need to help her. Or rather," he cast a glance over his shoulder at Azalaea, "She wants us to help her."
Without turning around, he continued, "So, Princess Aliora. That leaves me with two options. Help you find your dragon, or tend your wounds and simply walk you home. Oops, I almost forgot-"
"Akair, don't."
"There's the third option of simply leaving you here."
"Akair!"
"So the way I see it, you have three options: You can make it worth my while to help you, be it pardons for any 'crimes' I have committed or simply cash...Not that I need it, but to help others is surprisingly costly. Then there's the second option. You can simply keep your mouth shut, I think nothing more or less of you, and I tend to your wounds and send you home. Or three, you can keep up whatever attitude I saw earlier, and I can just leave."
He turned around and sat down with his legs crossed, just like his arms. "So-"
"Akair, that's enough." Azalaea was positively fuming at this point. It was unlike Akair to demand money from someone, but to deny someone help when they needed it? It went against everything Akair had stood for previously.
"We will tend your wounds. And take you home. That much is given." She looked icily at Akair, who stared right back. "But unfortunately, on helping you further I have to agree with him. We're barely able to hunt enough for ourselves, but to help others we need funds. And currently, we're a bit short."
Akair gave a triumphant smile, then looked back at the princess. "Well, there you have it- the bargain. Take it or leave it." He got up and began to walk back to the campsite. "I'll go get the medicines and such...We can haggle over a price when I get back, should you decide to accept. Azalaea, please make sure no one spirits her away again. It'd be a pain to hunt her down in the middle of the night."
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 9:42 pm
Aliora’s eyes blinked from the magnificent creature and to Akair as he stood and headed towards the campsite. She raised her knees and wrapped her arms around them, dipping her chin in between her knees.
“Leave it,” she breathed. Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. Aliora’s eyes blinked off of the young man. She looked at the earth in between their two bodies.
“It’s all about the money. You’re no different than those who captured me,” she told him. An emotionless expression never left her face. The young woman stood up, ignoring the pain that ached through every limb.
Stardust’s faint voice echoed through her head.
“Right now I need to find my friend,” she finally looked to Akair. “With or without your help.”
Aliora sighed deeply as her arms crossed. A sudden, heavy chill fell over the forest. The sun was setting in the Far East and soon darkness would cover the land.
“I’m not asking much,” she said as she took a step into the surrounding forest. “What would you do if you lost your Dragon?” her eyes blinked to Akair. “You’d do anything-everything possible to find her.” The pleading emotions that swirled in her eyes had returned.
“All I have to do is find a clearing. It’ll be much easier for Stardust to hear me,” she said.
[Aliora…]
A faint smile came to the Princess’s lips.
I’m coming, dear friend.
Aliora knew how foolish it was to venture in the woods alone at dark, but right now she didn’t have a choice. It was no matter to be discussing bargains and bribes.
She reached down and ripped a piece of her tattered gown. She winced in pain as she bandaged the wound on her neck by wrapping the cloth around it. It looked as if she had a collar on or at least an odd scarf.
It would do for now until she found Stardust. Or if Bijou was around, but Aliora doubted that her older friend was still around.
Without another word, the Princess headed into the forest. She didn’t know which way to go. Then again, every direction looked the same. So she decided to stay straight and keep walking until she came to a clearing.
Aliora needed to find Stardust. Stardust needed to find Aliora.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 9:59 pm
Azalaea growled. "And just where do you think you're going, without some proper treatment?" She asked. "Are you trying to kill yourself? Do you hate your dragon that much? To just leave them without an owner?"
She stepped into the young girl's path, blocking her way. "I will not allow you to bring yourself further harm." She situated herself to easily black any escape for the girl and just to be safe wrapped a wing around her.
"I know you're desperate to find your dragon. But out here, recklessness will get you killed." She sighed, looking down at the ground.
"You'll have to forgive Akair, as well. Sometimes he tries too hard to help others, and ends up hurting someone in the process. You need to understand something- not all people simply have things handed to them. People die every day simply because they don't get enough to eat. Akair sees this and tries to help them. Unfortunately, he has 'neither the time nor the patience to get a real job', so he simply steals what he can to help who he can."
She looked at the girl, trying to gauge her emotions. "And why are you so keen on not paying, anyway? It seems you've stumbled upon a few lost coins there at your feet." She pointed with a large talon to a few gold coins on the ground.
The truth was that Akair himself dropped them on his way back to the camp, and was just now returning with the medical supplies. He tapped slightly on Azalaea's wing, saying, "Alright, I'm back. And I've been thinking...A searching mission shouldn't be too hard. Maybe about 12 silver pieces? Or if silver's not your style, maybe three gold coins?"
Which, as it happened to be, was the same number and type of coins he dropped at first.
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 4:32 am
“It’s only a mere flesh wound. I’m not going to die because of it,” Aliora muttered. But her words were useless, as she knew it was useless to argue with a dragon. A heavy sigh escaped from her vocals as she stepped back. There would be no leaving the dragon and her human companion. Aliora had no choice but to wait until the two were ready. And right now Aliora’s patience was very thin.
She sunk down onto the earth in front of Azalaea. Her eyes stared at what few coins were on the ground.
So he’s a thief. Pathetic.
Aliora pondered a moment. That’s why Akair looked so familiar. A couple guards had mentioned a man giving food and money off to the townspeople for free. No actions were taken because the identity of the man remained a secret. And now, before the Princess, was the town’s Robin Hood.
She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but Akair had returned with what few medical supplies he brought with him. Aliora didn’t think that her wound was that much of a concern. Her fingers reached up and brushed against the cloth that she had wrapped around the opening.
Instantly, her fingertips were greeted with more blood. The cloth was already soaked with her blood. But the pain wasn’t that strong than it was before.
“If you’re so worried about being paid, here” she said and threw the coins in front of Akair’s feet. “I suggest you patch those holes in your pockets,” she told him.
She stood up and brushed herself off. “Now let’s get this over and done with,” she grumbled. She reached up and started to remove the cloth from the wound. The young woman winced, closing her eyes and nearly crying from the pain.
“Come on. I don’t have all day!” she commanded. Which, in fact, was true because the sun was setting.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:52 pm
Akair's eyes narrowed. "Listen to me and listen to me good, princess. Out here there is no rank, no class, no superiority other than who survives the longest. Sure, you could go back to your castle, get your guards, have a whole medical team tend your wounds, and be back out and about here in ninety minutes. But as you yourself have pointed out, you don't have all day. Now either you pay respect to both your elder and your benefactor, since you've spotted my generous ruse to help you out, or you can follow plan A and take your chances with whatever risks your precious dragon might be facing right now."
Akair was normally a very nice man. Sure, he flew off the handle at times, but he would calm down and apologize a few minutes later.
This was not one of those times.
He began rooting through his meager medical supplies, muttering under his breath as he did.
"Mmhm...Lavish spending...People dying of curable diseases...[etc]..."
He finally selected a pastelike substance to stop the bleeding, and a poultice to wrap around the neck. He applied the salve to Aliora's neck, then tied the poultice just a little bit too tight. Not enough to cut off breath, but enough to cause slight discomfort.
"Now, keep that on there as long as possible. If you shift it around too much, the salve will come off and the bleeding will restart. And if you pass out and die from loss of blood, I'll simply turn in your carcass for a reward. I'm sure their majesties will want the body of their beloved daughter to bury in a grand funeral." His voice was filled with venom as he spoke.
He stood up, and Azalaea folded her wings to stand up with them. "Right then," he said, "Let's see now..."
He began to scan the forest, looking for any signs of life. In the far distance, he saw a speck of light. It was barely an orange spark in the forest, but it was better than nothing.
"Let's head towards that light," he said. "Unless her majesty has a better suggestion?"
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:30 pm
Aliora bit her tongue to keep her from saying anything nasty to Akair. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to find her dragons without someone’s help. Because either Aliora’s stupidity or a forest folk would be the death of her, but Aliora wasn’t afraid of dying but the consequence that would shortly happen to Stardust and Bijou. Dragons were linked to their human companions through a strong, magical bond. If the human were to die than so would their dragon, but if the dragon would perish than the human’s life would be spared. Aliora, like many others, couldn’t understand the law. She could only obey the rules of being a bonded.
She stood up and dusted herself off. She reached up and brushed her fingertips against the bandage on her neck wound. She winced, flinching her hand back to the faint pain that radiating on the side of her neck.
“Right,” she breathed. She looked to the distance to see the faint orange glow. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she wasn’t sure if following the light would be such a good idea. Then again, staying in one spot didn’t fond the Princess either.
“Uh, well…” she started. She paused as she looked to Akair. Her lips pursed together and her shoulders slumped. She felt if starting her opinion would even matter. She didn’t need to upset Akair anymore, especially if she wanted to find Stardust.
“Never mind,” she shook her head with a forced smile. The smile quickly faded way as she turned around and started towards the light. Her golden, brown curls bounced against her cheekbones and blocked her less-enthused expression.
It seemed that being silent would get her far on this journey. She sighed as she kept her eyes on the faint light in hopes that was a clearing.
Aliora needed to find Stardust.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 1:29 pm
Akair sighed. He was actually hoping she would have a better heading than "towards the mysterious forest light", since she had a telepathic link with her dragon and all. At least she hadn't said "go to an open area, it might help the connection". The edge of the forest was a few miles away, at best.
The only reason he picked the apparent firelight was that if someone had a fire going, they had to have found a slight opening in the tree branches...Otherwise they'd risk a forest fire.
As they went towards the light, Akair saw more and more of the scene nearby. It was a fire, yes, and there were people...
But it wasn't what he had expected.
There, huddled around a small campfire, were a couple mangy looking boys and girls, holding each other for comfort. One particularly small one was even crying while taking furtive glances at the fire.
Akair hurried into the small clearing, and the first thing that hit him was the smell. It smelled like burning plastic, or something equally stinking.
It was then he noticed what was in the fire- it was a bunch of children's toys, piled on top of some wood.
Akair recognized the children, too. They were his children- not in the literal sense that he was their father, but he took care of them, housed them, and protected them. He was supposed to check on them this evening after his nap in the forest, but he had gotten caught up with the princess.
"Guys?" Akair asked tentatively, "Why are you out here? And burning your things, too?" He gave a nervous chuckle. "Those weren't very easy to find..."
The small boy that was crying cried even harder, and turned to the girl sitting next to him to bury his face in her side. The girl, obviously the oldest at about fourteen, spoke up first. "We know," she said. "But some of the younger ones were getting cold, and we couldn't find much firewood. So I decided to burn some of my dolls, and then they started burning theirs, too. I told them to stop, that you'd be mad, but they didn't listen...They just kept on...On..." her words began to be stopped up by tears, and she began to break down.
Akair rushed over to her, while the other children rushed over to hug Azalaea. "Hey, hey now...It's alright." He took off his coat, draping it around her and the crying boy. "Why are you guys out here? There's plenty of wood at the house, and the forest gets dangerous at night, you know that."
The girl stopped sobbing a bit, and told him, "We were forced out of the house by some thugs...They kept saying something about a place to keep a dragon, that our house looked big enough, and so they just kicked us out." She began to break down again, gasping between sobs things like, "We tried to keep them out," and "They barely let us keep our things".
Akair got up and slowly walked over to the princess. "I know where we're going now." He said flatly. He looked at Azalaea, saying over the children, "You stay here. I'll be back soon." He looked back at the princess. "Stay here or come with me, it doesn't matter to me."
He began to walk away when one of the boys, about twelve by the looks of him, detached himself from the group around Azalaea and ran to Akair. "I'm coming with you!" he said. "There's gonna be a whole bunch of them in there, and I think they even have a dragon! I managed to sneak one of your guns out of the house before they saw me, and you know I've been practicing for a long time now! Please let me come with you, I want to help!"
Akair looked at the child for a moment, then said, "Give me the gun. You can come with us, but the second I tell you to run, run straight back here. You got that?"
The boy nodded, and Akair's features softened. "Glad to have you on the team, son. Now let's go give those theives what's comin to em."
((Whew. I think that's one of my longest posts ever >>; Hopefully I don't have to crank out any more like that ^^; ))
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:40 pm
Aliora’s nostrils flared as the toxic fumes of burning plastic smoked from the fire. She watched, almost looking horrific as each toy started to melt from the dancing flames. The melting plastic began to form a pool underneath the firewood that started to collect small flames. Aliora couldn’t explain why the children would want to do such things to their toys. She remembered being that young when her best friend was a simple teddy bear.
Charlie.
The bear’s name was, Charlie. She had freaked out the day she dropped in a puddle of mud. She wailed for hours until her Father bought her a new bear. The tears seemed to vanish once Aliora was greeted with a fluffier teddy bear.
But these children clearly didn’t have a luxury of getting new things. The melting toys already looked as if they had been used many times before.
Aliora watched as a doll’s plastic, deep blue eyes melted into the puddle.
Very much used. But very loved.
Her eyes glanced to the young girl who was speaking with Akair. She watched as tears washed down the girl’s face and she tried her best to be strong.
“Is there anything…?” she paused, glancing to Akair. Aliora bit onto the bottom of her lip. If she wanted to find Stardust than she’d have to remain silent.
Aliora felt so useless. She wanted to find a way to cheer the children up. Her mind raced for idea to make the children happy again, but she found that every plan ended the same-failure. Aliora couldn’t make dolls and toy swords out of wood. And she had no sewing experience to make dress-up clothes.
“…There’s gonna be a whole bunch of them in there, and I think they even have a dragon…”
“A dragon?” Aliora whispered softly as she tuned into the conversation. “Why would thieves have a dragon?” she asked.
And that’s when it hit her. Aliora felt as if something had dropped deep inside her chest.
“Stardust!” she gasped. It had been awhile since Stardust had tried to communicate with her. With an awkward, clumsy leap the young woman dashed into the forest. She ran as fast as she could to her beloved dragon.
Her lungs began to burn as tears streamed down her rosy-pink cheeks. Aliora wasn’t sure which direction was which. And she clearly didn’t know where the house was either, but the Princess was determined to find her dragon.
“STARDUST!” she cried out, sobbing as she ran as fast as her skinny, clumsy legs could go.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 9:14 pm
Akair watched as Aliora sped by him. "Wow," he said quietly, "I never would've guessed..." His face lit up in a huge grin, then he bursted out laughing. "I never would have thought she could guess the way on her own!"
Then, as quickly as it had come, his laughter ceased. He turned to the boy next to him, saying, "Alright Pete. It's your time to shine. Remember where I told you to meet me should we ever have to use the sniper?"
Pete's face lit up. "You're really gonna use it, Akair? Alright!" Pete scampered off quickly into the woods, calling back, "Don't worry Akair, I hid it safe so no one could ever find it!"
Akair watched him go, then set to work catching up with the princess. It wasn't hard, and after a few minutes of dodging through the jungle he caught up with her. He quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, saying, "Hey! Hey, calm down!" He steadied her out, sitting her down gently before continuing, "I know you're desperate to find your dragon, but we need to go about this logically. If they're looking for a place to keep a dragon, then I find it hard to believe they're going to kill it right away. My guess is they're going to send out a messenger first. He'll tell the royal family the price for the dragon, and probably even bluff them into believing they have you as well. Apparently they're taking over my house right now, so I know where they should be. And luckily, you were running in the right direction. Now any minute..."
Suddenly, a small figure came crashing through the trees carrying a gun nearly twice as big as he was. "I got it, Akair!" He said in a forced whisper. "And not a scratch on it!"
Akair smiled and took the gun from him gently, looking it over quickly. "No rust, no dirt, no moss, no bugs...It should fire correctly." Akair turned to Aliora and smiled. "Don't worry. Your dragon's safe now."
Akair led Aliora over to a nearby tree, setting her on the far side of the house. "Sit down and cover your ears." He commanded.
He then walked around to the other side of the tree and, settling himself in a seat of roots he had found years before, began to pick off the thieves one by one. After the first shot they began to run, but most simply ran towards Akair, making it easier for him to shoot them.
"That's all but one," Akair said. "Now, calmly follow me. Pete," he tossed the small gun that he'd managed to smuggle out earlier back to him. "If you're ready, now's the time to prove it."
Pete's eyes looked at the gun, then at Akair. Suddenly he didn't looked too excited. "Uh..Sure. I can do this."
Akair stopped in place. He looked at Pete and said in a flat voice, "Pete, I wish you would say no more often. To kill someone is to take their life. Most of these men probably have a family. A wife, kids...You may have even known some of their sons. We may have even once called these men friends. But now, most lay dead around our house, killed by me. And now, the last survivor stands alone with his friends around him dead. And you want to take his life. If you aren't ready for this, then give me back the gun and go back to the campfire. Tell the others that one way or another, the house will be yours again."
Pete looked at him, then the gun, then back at him. His hand closed around the handle, and he said, "No, Akair. I said I would help, and I will. You need me to help take this guy out of our house, so I will. You've done so much for us, Akair. It's time I returned the favor."
Akair sighed. "Alright then," he said. "Go get 'im." And Pete scurried off to the left, taking a wide circle aroudn the house to go in from the back.
Akair watched him go for a moment, then turned to the princess. "Shall we?" he asked, holding an arm out both to point the direction and another to escort her.
((sorry if you liked the speech-only color thing, but it was too hard. Sorry for the wait! ^^; ))
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:33 pm
Aliora nodded as she reached up and took Akair’s hand. The young Princess stood up, her eyes unwillingly looked at the lifeless bodies that surrounded the front of the house. She felt her stomach twist and turn at the sight of blood spilling onto the earth.
Ugh. More blood.
She groaned in disgust. “Thanks,” Aliora muttered as she placed her hand over her mouth.
Her eyes turned to the young man beside her. She stared at him for a moment or two in wonder of what he’d do with the bodies. It’s not like he’d bring the children to the house right at the moment considering that the front was now a graveyard. The children had already been through enough for the night.
She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but no words escaped from her vocals. Aliora had to remind herself to remain silent; otherwise she would end up alone again.
The Princess pursed her lips together and turned towards the house. It didn’t look like much. But to them-to the children, it was probably a castle. There were the good and bad memories hidden in the walls. Aliora could sense that about the house.
Her eyes quickly glanced down at the lifeless bodies to make sure she was keeping a distance from them. She covered her mouth quickly, feeling the urge to gag at the sight of the blood.
As Aliora neared around the western face of the house, the sound of deep breathing echoed from just around the corner. It was loud, but had a soothing and rhythmic tone to it. And there, hidden in the shadows beside the house was a magnificent creature-Stardust.
The only movement that came from the Dragon was her chest moving in and out as she breathed. The Princess hurried to her companion, pressing her body against Stardust’s broad neck.
Aliora ran her hands across the Dragon’s scales as small tears escaped from the woman’s eyes.
“I thought I lost you, Stardust,” she cried softly, burying her head into Stardust’s neck.
The Dragon remained in its slumber. The only sound that could be heard was it’s breathing.
“They must’ve done this to you,” Aliora whispered. “Put you to sleep.”
Aliora stepped back and wiped the last of her tears away. She then began to circle Stardust’s body to see if she had any wounds.
It felt good to have her dragon there at her side.
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