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Relena Malin Qwon Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:59 pm
Pegasus slowly walked into the small village called Carvahall. The draft horse looked warily around as did its owner on her back that remain guarded and aware. Relena by now had the reins hanging limp around the saddles horn with her hands rested on her thighs. Her head was still but her eyes, eyes of the dragon, were in constant movement. She knew the stranger was puppet chanted up by one of the past. She remember the spell cast nearly two months ago. If someone wanted her attention, then they surely had it now.
There was a spell around this puppet that shield if from the beings of the past that seeked to find it. It would be easy to draw it out and cancel the spell, but their worlds was of the past, a chant would alarm the villagers despite their knowledge of her. Time for her in Carvahall was fading, fading right before her eyes. Relena would always do her best to be human around them. After all, humans feared what they did not understand regardless if it came from a friend or foe. It was only Horst now that truely accepted Relena for everything she was and was able to do. Luckily he had some pull in town to help the villagers coop with their magical protector and oddities of the past, but it was still a matter of time. Relena knew the next generation would not grow up with her around in their lives.
Relena watched the villagers smiled up her and wave as she kept her form calm and relaxed despite how it really was, full of tension and ready to attack. as she rode through the village. The villagers always reacted fearfully when she came to town, excepting something bad to come, knowing full well that she didn't normally come into the village anymore now. So the calmer and relaxing she was the better they felt.
((Continue from Spire))
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 11:00 am
Relena sniffed suddenly, her mind temporarily occupied. She went still with shock as she recognized the feeling from so long ago. A feeling she had not felt since the days of her time with the Varden.
It couldn't be...could it...?
"Brom..." Relena mouth the words silently as she spoke them aloud in her head sending the call out long and wide. She remained utterly still, holding her breath. Praying for an answer and at the same time,...not an answer.
She recieved an answer, making her head jerk up to the sky. It made every fiber in her being want to take the form of the dragon deep within her and rise, heading for the that desert wasteland called the Hadarack Desert.
"Ayi, little one...the past is alive..."
However, the puppet once again crossed her senses making her draw back quickly and focus in on what was around her. Still... "Hear my voice, echoing as it as. Only to those ears I deem wanting, hear my voice," chanted Relena as she stared off toward the town square, lightly kneeing Pegasus in that direction. In the Spire Mountain Range, Relena's voice echoed deep within her cave home as it called out to Gwen and Kaida. "Pack your things and wait for me on the eastern border of the Spire. We are going for a trip. Pack for a long ride."
The Spire would watch over her little village for the time. It was time to leave. Relena heard the whispers of evil in the wind, the earth's voice calling out a warning. Now Brom, if it was indeed him, had called her. Regardless if it was just a social called, she was not leaving the young dragon and rider alone. They were her responsibility to tend and protect untill they could do so themselves. Relena didn't know what was going on, but the years had taught her to be careful. The slightiest thing had Relena full attention until she figure out what it was, despite even if it was nothing at all. She rather be considered a scaridy cat, than dead over confident and stupid one. Most likely it would be nothing, just jumping to conclusion for nothing, but Kaida and Gwen could use a good trip to practice with.
Now, where was that damn puppet! She didn't have the time to search quietly for it much longer.
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Relena Malin Qwon Captain
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morti_cacciatore Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 4:38 pm
"I see your sense's are a bit more pointent then last we spoke. my friend." Sangs voice called out from behind a small stone wall that was near the town square. Even though it was the puppet talking, Sang had figured that his request and story's would be more believable. every thing about the puppet mimicked Sang in terms of looks and sound but his mind was one of his own, given knowledge and a message but nothing more. standing up the man turned to face her on her steed.
"Never one for a normal entrance were you?" He comments with a smile knowing he was probably going to get hit or something
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 7:23 pm
Relena's head whipped around to the Sang Puppet. She simply stared at the puppet for a few minutes,...unmoving. Suddenly she lashed out with her hand at the puppet. Grabbing the puppets shirt collar she pulled him off his feet and up on to the back of her horses saddle, not giving him time to react.
"Sang should know of my overprotectiveness of this village," scolded Relena with vemon in her voice. Regard if this puppet was Sang contrapation or not, coming into the village was not wish. There was rarely such a thing called friendly or good magic. Magic always brought out the evil in the world. Pegasus reared up and took off out of town. At the border of the Spire Mountain Range, Relena roughly knocked the puppet off Pegasus's before dismounting herself. She gave the horse a quick light pat before pointing the horse in the direction of the Spire. "Go old friend. I will use a different means of transportation for now," commented Relena as Pegasus galloped into the mist surrounding the Spire borders.
Relena changed in mid-turn to the puppet. Her dragon's form clawed paw engulfed the puppet's rib cage as she pressed him into the ground. The puppet could feel the Spire moving beneath despite not being within its borders. "If anything but your mouth moves, then I should you just how heavy I am!" The dragon loomed over the puppet for a moment before continuing, "Does Sang speak through you or are you simply preprogram...?"
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Relena Malin Qwon Captain
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morti_cacciatore Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 9:49 am
"What do you think you crazy old hag!" The puppet shouts back. for once he was glad that he was not created to feel pain as his body sure was getting destroyed. "Sang lived a few years as a slave! the last thing he would ever want to do is create one that he had to force to talk and walk! I am my own mind and entity. a messenger with one purpose..." Letting out a long sight the man relaxed and looked to the side somewhat in defeat. "I am pre-programed, to answer your question." shutting up after that he let Relena take control of the conversion figuring that she would ether have a million and a half questions or a simple few but he was not going to push for so he couldn't finish his mission.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 12:10 pm
Letting the puppet up to his feet, Relena backed up and away from him. Her tail still twitched lightly in a threatening manner to make sure he watched his p's and q's. A puppet was no threat to her. The only thing the puppet could do was become a bulleyes or a straight shot back to the caster. If it was indeed Sang's casting, then he was in need of a great emergency.
Lowering her head to the puppet's eye level she spoke," If that is the case the you made for one purpose,...to deal a message when the caster is unable." She leaned back slightly and arched her neck to look down her nose at the puppet, "What is the this message you are ordered to give?"
The Sang Relena remember was not someone to seen someone else to tend to his personal business. He would always make it a point to deal with matters personally. Most of time with fists include. Still, why would Sang, after all these years, suddenly seek her out. Surely he knew that the chances were slim to none, after all, Relena didn't really make herself noticiable for the past 400 years...!
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Relena Malin Qwon Captain
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morti_cacciatore Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:48 pm
"His wife Mai, has fallen ill again. the same symptoms plague her body like when she was weakened before the king was pushed back. they first started after she gave birth to their twins, and her health has continually diminished sense then... Sang is seeking you out for your council, and help. Though he would like you to help me find the Varden, if you can not heal Mai like they had before. He would have been here, but with a wife clinging on to life and to babes just starting theirs he could never leave for more time than what he had to force his creation of me." The puppet commented in a calm smooth succession. giving no time for questions responses or words to brake him till he finished, standing there waiting for her response. knowing weather if she would help or not he was going to have to run out of the spire and straight into the woods to the east and seek out the Varden. on his own if he had to.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 4:23 pm
Where are you? Gwen thought towards her instructor, hoping Relena had heard her thought. As she raced to the Eastern end of the spire.
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Relena Malin Qwon Captain
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:24 pm
Relena looked at him carefully. Mai was sick once more...?! She remember Mai illness so long ago. The psycopath (spelling sweatdrop ), Selena, had gone after her when Sang had choosen Mai.
"Where are you"
Gwen called struck home hard. Relena's larged scaled head wipped around to the Spire Mountain's. She had been so focused on the blasted puppet that she didn't even notice the Spire's boiling rage. The Spire furious!! Relena could see the changes in the landscape as it went after something within its borders.
"We leave now...but we will continue this talk later," Relena lowered herself to the ground, "Be warn, I still do not trust you at all." Her wings sprouted from her back and sprawled out across the ground. "Get on," she order, "I am supposing you have Sang knowledge on how to ride without a saddle."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 4:35 pm
"Should i take that as a complement for my creator?" the puppet lighlty snaps with a smile as he nimbly slides onto her back. getting himself a good seat just behind where her head ended, wrapping his legs around her neck he hoped Relena would not feel uncomfortable, but than again sh could burn him to a crisp if he even tried anything funny or threatening. so he just concentrated on staying as light as he could on her back.
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morti_cacciatore Vice Captain
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Relena Malin Qwon Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 11:01 am
Relena did feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. No one had truely ever...ridden... on her back or on her period. She was not a born dragon after all and once a true human over 400 years ago. Up in the heavens, Relena was very much used to being alone. Still, she had to give the puppet credit, though the sudden mood shift were questioning. Relena remember Sang being like that, going from raging mad to smiling like a kid with hands full of candy in split seconds. However, if the puppet pulled one, oooone, scale that would be all he wrote. You wouldn't think that pulling a scale would hurt that much, but sure as hell did!
The black and silver dragon bolted into the sky with a thunderous roar echoing into the Spire announcing her return as she entered the mountains borders. She flew into the sky at a pace that gave the puppet a bit of a difficult time holding on, but never the less, the puppet held fast around her abnormal body structure.
((Continue in the Spire))
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