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 Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 1:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2013 2:46 pm
Strong and Agile
Clan Solo Nuivian stood shakily after being thrown from the dragon he had just fought. He rubbed his eyes, wincing into the sun. His eyes were red and puffy, his nostrils burned, and he was having a hard time breathing. Not a very good end to the battle. He ran through the forest, trying to keep his breathing even and find something to wash out whatever it was that had invaded his system.
He reached a river in the forest and rubbed his eyes, face, hands, body, whatever he could reach with the water. He jumped in, frantic now, and gargled with the river’s water. He gulped at it, trying to sooth the ache in his throat, and finally, with a sigh of relief, the poison was beginning to let up. Good. He drank more water; trying not to think about how unclean it probably was and focused only on the cool refreshing feeling it of clearing away the burn.
Once he was satisfied, he crawled back out onto the bank and lay in the grass. That was something he didn’t want to go through again. If he had been faster, he wouldn’t have had to do any of that. If he had been quicker on his feet; if he had been light as air. That could have helped him out in all of this. If he had the powers of the Ayrala dragons... he could have blown the poison away... or right back in those dragon’s faces. That would have shown them. He rolled over onto his back and looked to the sky. He had yet to fight an Ayrala dragon yet, but his father was of the Ayrala clan. He was strong. He knew what he was doing. Nuivian didn’t want to admit it, but most of what he did was to impress his father. And he was growing older now. It would soon be time for him to choose his own clan and become a part of something larger than himself.
It was a strange thought, but something that had to be thought of none the less. Nuivian pushed his wet hair out of his face and thought of his mother’s clan: Peisio. Water. Dirty thing really. It absorbs whatever it is that touches it and becomes dirty. Not that he had anything against his mother and her clan... but Nuivian wouldn’t choose it for himself. Air was clean. Air was lightweight and wasn’t dirty. Air was fresh, and above all: it was fast. Nuivian sat up, his mind made up. Air would be his to control. Much like his father was a part of the clan, Nuivian would be also. Though he wasn’t all too thrilled about being a part of any sort of group, it was inevitable, and just a part of life. And if he were to choose, why not aspire to be as strong as his father. Stronger even. Stronger was good.
Nuivian stood from his soaked spot on the floor and wrung out his clothes and hair. He was filthy. All of the dirt he had been lying in had just smeared onto his clothing. Gross. Nuivian scowled and turned for home, happy at the victory, miserable about the poison, and knowing which clan he would choose when the time came.
[Word Count: 547]
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 7:15 am
Test of Courage AdventureNuivian x MadrynIt was a long and exhausting night, and Nuivian was glad it was over. He had to get a hold of his temper and his pride, that was for sure. There was no way that he would get goaded into something so blindly again, though he had to give Madryn credit. It could have been worse. Much worse.
[Completed]
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 12:45 pm
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