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 Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 3:41 pm
Just grouchy? "Oh..." said Raemos, turning back to his pancakes, "... Well, I didn't want to waste my allowance, and I figure we will come back with enough spoils from our hunt to..." he was interrupted by the sound of wings and looked up curiously. A khehora, perhaps? They were always interesting to see in flight. They seemed so awkward on the ground, and even in the air, yet they moved with deceptive grace. He couldn't see the source of the wingbeats, though, and was about to comment on them to Maeron and return to his meal when the older boy suddenly assumed a protective stance. Raemos nearly choked on his food in surprise, and quickly swallowed it, scrambling to his feet as the other two birds landed, their ferocious eyes and sharp beaks glinting in the dawn. Those were... big birds. For a moment, Raemos was afraid. He wanted to run, to hide, to flee. But then Maeron spoke, and courage, or something like it, crystallized inside of him into resolve. "Yes sir!" he said, drawing his sword from its sheathe, and standing at the ready. They were warriors. This was their job. He laid his free hand on the tome at his belt. It would be good to incapacitate the creatures first... But what if the other boy had other plans? Then one of the birds moved to glare at him, and he panicked. "LAFAHAZ GAOLEM!" he said, shoving his hand towards the bird as if drawing the miasma out. The black, thick mist looped around the bird, weighing it down, and Raemos squeezed a bit more out to loop around one of its fellows. But, though he no longer had to really open the book to cast the spell, the spell still had its limits. He grabbed his sword anew. "At your lead, sir!" he said to Maeron, concentrating on the spell. (1380/4500)
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:12 am
DraconicFeline There's three birds, so... Mae can have one kill, Darke can have one, and Rae can have one. Sound okay?  The vendor that had sold them pancakes only moments before gasped in surprise as one of the alkarai hopped toward him, eager to taste some of that sweet pancake batter. With a yelp, the man dove behind the cover of his stall, just as the large golden bird was captured in the black mist from Rae's spell. It let out an annoyed screech and flapped its wings, summoning forth a burst of air to chase most of the fog away. With a rumble of annoyance, it turned back to its prey, crashing its large body into the small wooden stall in the hopes that it would produce more pancakes.
With a growl of annoyance at being ignored, Mae jumped at it, landing heavily against one of its wings and flicking out with his slingblade to catch it along the back. The alkara shrieked and sharply fanned its wing, throwing Mae off of it and sending him careening toward the edge of the canyon. The bird fluffed out its feathers and turned to follow him as he slid across the ground, reaching out for anything he could grab until with a yelp of surprise, Mae disappeared over the edge.
Darke slammed into the alkara with a roar, knocking it off the trail of his Bonded. He was still painfully smaller than the sizable bird, but by diving in and out, and weaving around it before it had the chance to attack back, he delivered many small (but still deep) bites and scratches. Along its wings, down its back, and then finally - when it started to slow, against it's throat. As the alkara struggled to free itself of Darke's attack, he drove his long fangs into its neck. It released a gurgled plea as the Alihora slammed his hind legs into the bird's chest, and kicked away, tearing out a rather large portion of its throat. Darke huffed as his prey fell, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he did so. Stupid beast attacked his Mae...
Meanwhile, the Orderites fingers latched onto the edge of the cliff, and he dangled precariously over the edge. he turned to glance into the canyon below. It was... quite a long way down... And the rocks and ruble at the bottom certainly wouldn't make for a smooth landing... His wings were large enough to carry him down, but... Getting back up would be another problem... He looked back up as he tried to kick his way back onto solid ground, his fuchsia wings beating frantically to aid him. He could hear Darke fighting with one of the alkara, could almost taste its blood against his tongue as his Bonded bit into it. He couldn't rely on the Alihora's aid now... He was... otherwise occupied at the time.
But Mae managed to pull himself mostly back up. As he braced his elbows against the edge and hauled forward, another shadow loomed over him. He looked up to meet a second alkara's beady gaze. This one wasn't cloaked in Rae's mist, and the Orderite could quite plainly see that it was annoyed that anyone would stand in the way of food. Mae gulped. With a high call, the bird lunged for him. With nowhere else to go, Maeron braced his feet against the cliff and kicked off, throwing himself downward and into the canyon. The alkara followed, and the two dove downward into the rocky depths below.
(1961/4500)
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 12:36 pm
Raemos flinched as the first bird shook off his spell, feeling it dissipate in the air magic. He focused on his other spell, trying to hold at least one of the alkara down, but his focus was soon broken as Maeron was sent flying over the cliff's edge. "Maeron!" he shouted, as Darke crashed into the offending beast, clawing it with a wild ferocity that chilled Raemos' heart. Briefly, he thought about the fact that Darke disliked him and wondered just how easy it would be to end up with those sharp claws and teeth in his own flesh. But only briefly. He had lost focus for a moment too long and was soon distracted by the cancellation of his other spell. He could only watch as the formerly bound bird followed Maeron down the cliff. He wanted to help his friend, but a looming shadow alerted him to a more personal threat as he dived out of the way of a gnarled and dirty talon. He ducked and rolled, pulling himself into a swordsman's stance as he had been taught to do. The great bird looked at him, obviously offended by his presence and - possibly - by the lack of pancakes. Raemos swallowed. It was huge, and without Maeron there, he was suddenly less confident in his abilities than he had been moments ago. The bird pecked at him, and he dodged the towering beak. It was bigger than he was. He couldn't outrun the flying beast - he cursed his lack of wings that bound him to the ground- and playing defensive was not going to work. he needed to hit it and hit it hard. He tried to slash at it, but it dodged easily. That was fine. He just needed to keep it moving, keep it dodging until he could find an opening like... that. The Alkara flapped away, jumping back, its beady eyes annoyed, and Raemos saw his opening. He had practiced pulling at his own magic ever since the bout with the kiandri dragons and, summoning his will, he channelled his magic through his sword, throwing his magic haphazardly at the great bird. He struck it in the chest, knocking it back. He could see that - despite the damage to his luxurious feathers, it was more surprised than injured. He'd take that. Raemos charged in and, in a valiant maneuver, slammed his sword downwards into the prone Alkara. It screamed, but he was lucky - he'd hit something important. He dragged his sword out - with effort, it was a dull, nicked blade- and slashed at it while it was down, aiming for the wing tendons that he could see straining against the feathers and, finally, for the throat. He cut at it again and again until it fell, its eyes dull. He gasped at a phantom pain, his leg buckling briefly from a scratch that it must have managed to give him in its struggles and rested for a moment, looking around to assess. Then he realized. Maeron was still not there. He stumbled to the edge. "Mae? Mae!" he shouted, peeking his head over the ledge, his voice edged with concern. He looked around for Darke. "Darke, is he all right?" he called to the feathery form. (1927/4500)
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 7:56 am
It was going to catch him.
Mae was in little more than a slowed fall, his wings fanned to help him maneuver his way to the ground without getting hurt too badly. The cliff's jutting outcroppings meant that he actually had to swerve to avoid them. But the alkara dived. It tucked its wings to gain speed and pelted toward him with its beak gaping, rearing to take a bite of Orderite flesh. One bite was probably all Mae was to it. He took a fleeting glance back to see that it was scarcely a yard away from him. If he didn't escape it, he may as well be finished!
Not today.
he focused back ahead of him. He had seconds to come up with a plan, or he risked an aerial fight that would undoubtedly do more harm than good. The alkara obviously had way more practice in the air than he did. And it was big. One swat of those wings and Maeron may as well just be a splattered bug on the cliff side. They were nearing the end. The alkara wasn't slowing. But it... It wouldn't fit through those crags without sustaining some pretty serious injuries. As Mae slipped through the edge, he realized even someone his size scarcely fit through. The jagged rocks ripped at his wings and skin. The farther he fell, the worse it became, until the teen remembered that he could call back his wings. Hitting the ground would hurt, but at this rate it seemed better than having his wings torn off.
His large, fuchsia wings dissipated, returning to the tattoos at his shoulder. With nothing but rocks slowing his fall, Mae felt his descent speed up. The stones drove into him and tossed him from one side to the other until all was still. At least... all seemed still, though every bone and muscle in his body ached. He was seeing stars and darkness and little else, but he was pretty sure he was on the ground, and alive, however barely.
His breath came out harshly, scattering the dust where his face lay against the ground. He moved slowly, half fearing more broken limbs than he could count. He moved his fingers, his legs, and slowly rose to his hands and feet. His shoulder bumped one of the walls, and if he reached out with his other arm, he could touch the other side without straining himself. The faintest traces of light trickled from above. The Orderite looked up, and when he did, something wet and thick landed with a soft 'plip' right beneath his eye.
Rain?
No, too heavy. The smell was too strong. Blood. Maybe his, from where the rocks had torn at him. But through the shadows, he spotted the alkara's form, mangled against the rocks, too big to make it to the bottom. It must have the poorest of eyesight to try and make it through that without realizing... But Mae swallowed. It could have easily been him too. From the way he felt now, it might as well have been. He look at the alkara's body a bit longer. If that creature couldn't make it, it seemed unlikely that Darke could either...
Darke...
'Mae! Where are you?! You're hurt! I'm coming to get you!' The Alihora's voice echoed almost painfully through his mind. How much could Darke read of his thoughts? Not much if he thought he was coming down here.
'No, you won't make it.' Mae informed him. He could feel anxiety slipping through their link. 'Take Raemos down the winding path. I'll meet you... somewhere.' The Orderite finished uncertainly. Who knew where this crag led? 'I'll let you know if I find an opening big enough for you.'
The Alihora plodded grudgingly to the smaller boy's side, and gazed down into the darkness with him. His boy was down there somewhere, hurt and needing him, and he was stuck up here with this suspicious kid. He couldn't let Rae know that his Orderite may actually be hurt. He would probably see it as an opportunity to finish them.
"He's fine." He informed Rae tartly. "He says he'll meet us near the end of the path." Darke told him, gesturing to the winding road that led down from the starfall's cliffs. At least... the Aiskala hoped he'd meet them down there...
Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 0/7 Argaroo
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:12 am
Maeron was all right? "Thank Seren..." murmured Raemos as he followed the Alikhora down the path. He was very relieved that Maeron was all right - that dark crag was so deep that even his cursed vision could not see the bottom. He was all right as well, though he limped slightly from the sharp tag he'd gotten from the bird's talons. He'd learned of the bond from Grrell and how potent that slavery was. He wasn't sure he felt sorry for Darke, given how good and kind Maeron was, but still... Neither he nor Darke had chosen to be what they were. He knew Darke did not like him, but... well... here they were, alone on a winding path. The echoing silence in the wake of the battle and the festival was overwhelming. "Darke?" he spoke up, breaking it. "What clan are you?"(2071/4500) Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 0/7 Argaroo
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:28 am
DraconicFeline Two Argaroos peeking down at Mae. ;D
'Oh, stop thinking like that. He's not going to hurt you.' His companion Orderite's voice echoed through his mind.
Darke could only huff in annoyance. Mae was down there, hurt and bleeding, and the feathered Aiskala was stuck up here with some creature. Speaking of which, it spoke to him. It must be the stupidest of baser beings. Asking him what clan he was, as if it wasn't obvious. They'd fought together more than once, so surely it had seen him wielding his ice in Mae's defense. "I am of the Aiskala clan." He retorted dismissively, someone managing to make it sound rude. The end of this path would not come soon enough.
The slope downward was painfully slow and winding. Darke couldn't help but wonder if they were even following the same route as Mae... It was starting to seem unlikely... 'It's getting a bit brighter. I think the cliffs are opening up a bit. Can you see me?'
Darke instantly craned his neck over the edge, peering down intensely into the darkness. 'No... it just looks black.' he grumbled, fluttering his wings a little.
'Eh? I can see you.' Mae raised his arm and waved to the creature above. 'Stop being so ominous and shadowy, and... Did you meet a friend...?'
Darke rumbled out disapprovingly. 'What? No. You know I've just got the two-legger child with me. Mae, what are you looking at? I really don't see you.'
The Orderite dropped his waving arm hesitantly as a second feathered face peered down at him. They were more like shadowed blotches of feathers, half concealed by the brightness of the overhead sky, but... It was strange that there were two... And as the Orderite stared, they started making curious cheeping noises that were obviously not Darke. One started hoping through the rocks, and Mae was alarmed to see that it could squeeze between the cliffs pretty easily.
Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 0/7 Argaroo
(3063/4500)
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 5:55 pm
Aiskala. The Clan of ice. Raemos wondered if the magic that coursed through the Khehora's veins was why he was so cold to him. He smiled at the thought. If so, he was literally being given a cold shoulder. Or wing. "That must be interesting in the summer." he commented. He wondered, briefly, if the feathers were especially thick on the Aiskala. He had met other Khehora with feathers, so he knew that it wasn't just for the iceborn, but was it particularly so for Darke? He wanted to find out, just to relieve the awkward boredom, but he had no desire to become a snack, or to fall down, and considering Darke's attitude towards him, Raemos wasn't going to count on the bond with Maeron to save him. It had been a while and, following Darke's cue, he peered down again. He could see for a ways, but he saw only crevice and stone. Should he cast a candlelight spell and drop it down for Mae? He was contemplating giving it a try, trying to remember the memorized incantation, when Darke rumbled. "Hmm?" He looked up at the Khehora, curiously. "What is it?" he looked around, but could see nothing that could have alarmed the khehora, not on the ground or in the sky. He frowned, his heart beginning to pound again in battle-readiness. "Has something happened to Mae?"(2301/4500) (Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 0/7 Argaroo)
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 5:39 pm
'Darke!' Mae pleaded through his thoughts as he shoved his back against the rocky wall. The creature (whatever it was) was drawing ever nearing, crowing curiously at the sight of him. And as it approached, the Orderite was alarmed to find that it was actually quite large, Darke's size, at least.
The Alihora skittered along the edge of the cliff, desperately staring down. A few loose stones leaped from around his feet and fell into the crevice below. 'Where are you?! Mae! I can't see you! It's too dark! Say something!' He demanded, kicking off and hovering down into the crack as far as the mountains would allow. he fluttered back up and pranced along the edge again. He was vaguely aware of the other boy talking. He didn't care what it was asking or why it was so curious. The Aiskala had other issues it was more concerned with.
There were two. They were big. Mae was weakened and shivering and alone. He couldn't fight. Running from these birds, when they were obviously so well versed in scaling the mountainsides would also probably do his very little good. He was on solid ground, and not advancing, so... that was an advantage, right? He slipped his sword free of its holster. "Darke!" He shouted. The words reverberated around him. he could feel them shaking in his chest and echoing out who knows how far. It gave the beast pause, as it gouged whether it was safe to continue its path. But other than than obnoxiously loud voice, the two-legger didn't seem threatening...
Darke howled as teh sound reached him. He didn't know where it came from. Which direction should he go? Down. Surely, if he went down he'd find Mae. He could... recognize landmarks or something. Anything that could lead him there. His claws kicked from the rock and he started down. The boy. The strange other boy. He glanced back. Even if it was a plot to dispatch of them, it wouldn't do any good to leave Raemos. If he found out this evil was intentional, he'd be sure to dismantle the boy himself. "You." He growled, gliding over to the ground before the Oblivionite. He crouched. "Come with me. Now."
Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 0/7 Argaroo
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 7:52 am
Fluffesu they are probably in midair when the familiar is like I FOUNDED HIMMM Raemos was getting tired of this khehora's asocial behavior. Was it because he was bonded? Or was Darke just an a*****e? Raemos was getting worried himself. No news about Maeron from the large beast could not be good news, and he found himself imagining all sorts of... things. Scary things. Possibilities he hoped had not and would not come to pass. He leafed through spells in his head, trying to figure out what he could do with them, because he certainly could not jump down after Maeron. That would be stupid. He heard... a voice. Maerons? Echoing up from the deep ravine, and he flinched at the roaring. "Darke! Tell me!" he cried out, anxiously, backing up as the Khehora came to a landing before him. Darke was so ferocious, and Rae had no idea what he had done to piss him off, so he was a bit reluctant to get on the Khehora's back. That would put him completely at the mercy of a person - albeit a bonded person- that did not like him. "Why? Where is Maeron? What happened?" he asked urgently. The angry gleam in the khehora's eye did not put Raemos at ease. He approached cautiously. "Are you going to fly down there?" he asked, looking down at the inky, imposing blackness. It was obvious that Maeron, who had fallen, was somewhere down there, among those jagged ledges that he could see clearly, until where his sight failed him. If so, he would need a light and a scout - his vision could only do so much. "If Maeron is in trouble..." he made the if very clear, that he did care about his friend and would only trust his life to the beast in such a case, "Then I shall." he walked until he was close enough to touch the feathered back of the khehora, slowly - perhaps too slowly. He hesitated, then made his decision. His life, though dear, wasn't worth very much anyway. "Webilu Luonilu." he murmured, calling on the simple conjuration spell to pull a small creature out of the outer realms. A mere tugging of energies, and it was there, a small cute creature like a bouken, with large ears that it flapped happily in flight. It chirped cheerfully, looking up at Raemos with its wide, needy eyes. He gave it a light pat on the head. "Find Maeron." he said, and it fluttered forth enthusiastically, down into the ravine. If it found Maeron, it would let him know. The mild telepathy that existed between conjurer and conjured that he had read about would be enough to let it know what Maeron was, and to let them know when it found him. The little innocent spirit creature fluttered along, uncaring or unaware of the dangers of the dark. Down, down, down it went. And then it saw him! It only knew him as a colorless image, but the twoleg below was definitely Maeron! The person it was supposed to find! Hooray! It cheered in a squeaky, high pitched voice. It found him, it found him! It did a little midair happy dance... And then an Argaroo's beak closed over it and it popped back into nonexistance. Raemos winced at the sudden disconnection. "That way." he said, pointing. (2848/4500)
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 3:21 pm
Darke glowered at the tiny beast that sprang forward at the youngster's words. It looked harmless, and it sounded harmless, but it was born of magic, so anything was possible. The Alihora grumbled as the boy ruffled his feathers, however unintentional it may be. He'd told Rae to get on. But that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. The spirit creature bounded ahead, and Darke followed. He'd never seen magic that could create such a thing, but if it could take him to Mae, than he'd try not to look down on it too terribly.
Whether Rae was ready or not, Darke fanned his wings and dove into the canyon. Mae had said it was narrow. He needed to move slowly to keep from crashing into rocks, hurting himself and the boy, and then becoming utterly useless. The spirit creature disappeared from sight soon enough, and Darke was left to trail behind it at a slower pace. He found himself interested enough that he almost considered asking about the glowing creature, but decided against it until later. At least until after they found Mae.
After only a few moments, whatever information that could be relayed from the creature was sent back to Raemos. Darke stared skeptically into the blackness. 'A trick...' His mind whispered, but he shrugged the thought away quickly. If it was than the child was going down too, and that was enough for the Alihora. "Very well." Darke murmured as he pulled in his wings and picked up his pace, flying after the smaller boy's directions. Every so often he could feel his fathers scrape rocks, and he'd slide to the side to avoid scraping himself.
Through the link, he knew Mae was moving, slinking along on the bottom of the rocks through the darkness and doing his best to avoid the larger body of the argaroo hoping after him. 'Whenever you're ready would be great.' The Orderite hissed in his thoughts. He wasn't far. Darke could feel it. He could hear the crumbling of rocks as the creatures chasing him clawed their way down the cliff side.
His claws dragged at the ground, and Darke stumbled and staggered to a harsh landing. He kept his wings tucked. It meant no flying, but hopefully in this small of space that would be an advantage more than a hindrance. He didn't wait for Rae to dismount, and instead sprinted beneath the argaroo that was still farther away from his boy. He bypassed the first and instead leaped forward and crashed into the second, driving his claws into it and yanking it to the canyon floor with a roar. Naturally, it resisted, its talons digging into rocks as it tried to keep itself balanced between the two cliffs. Mae was tired; Darke could tell. His boy didn't have time to be messing with these beasts. The Aiskala sank his teeth into a meaty wing and ripped.
Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 0/7 Argaroo
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 5:44 am
Fluffesu FORESHADOWING his sword is gonna break Rae bit back a yelp as they hurtled towards the narrows, clinging to the feathers for his life and ducking close to the Khehora's warm body. His goggles protected his sockets, but he closed his eyes at the approaching jagged rock spires. His stomach churned with the jerking, moving flight and with the residual effects of the familiar's death. He had never been motionsick before in his life, but he supposed there was a first for everything. So long as it wasn't his last. He felt the shock of their landing, flinching as claws touched ground, and looked up briefly to find himself rocked more on the ground than in the air. Darke was moving, heedless of him on his back, and Raemos could see no way to get off of it safely. The decision was soon made for him, though, as he was flung off by the force of Darke's attack, his grip coming loose from the feathers as he fell to the canyon floor. His shoulder throbbed with pain, and he could feel his goggles askew on his face. He fixed them quickly, staggering to his feet as he drew his sword. A great bird glared down at him - and only him. Raemos gulped, then brough up his sword. He hacked at the bird as it scrambled down the cliff face, earning some blood and feathers in the process. Stupid dull thing he thought, frustrated, attacking again, and again, and again, until his shoulder screamed. The bird was not unphased, but Raemos could tell he was not done, not as he dodged one of its talons. It screeched, it's powerful beak coming down at him, and he blocked with his sword, shoving it away. He could swear, though, that he had felt his sword give. Just a little. Stupid Stupid dull thing... he thought, his heart pounding wildly. It was such a terrible sword... why had he come with such a terrible sword...?! The bird shook its head, puzzled briefly, and reared back, its beady eyes and long neck making it look equally menacing and comical. As it charged forward to peck him, he stabbed forward, feeling the impact of the bird on the blade even as pain blossomed in his already injured shoulder. He pushed the bird back, warm wetness dripping into his clothes, soaking them. It screamed and flapped, its injury a mirror to his, one wing hanging useless - though it was clearly not a flying bird. Swallowing his pain, he attacked again and his strike fell true. He had been fortunate that the bird, rearing back, had exposed its belly to him, and he had been fortunate to, with his blade, cut at its heart. It shrieked and thrashed, bleeding everywhere before, with a final gasp, it lay still. Raemos reeled back, suddenly dizzy. He couldn't have lost that much blood, could he? No... it was the fear and the closeness of the walls that were doing it for him. And his own blood. Staggering, he turned to look behind him and see how Darke and Maeron fared... (3363/4500) Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 1/7 Argaroo
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 9:43 am
DraconicFeline We've only killed 5 beasts and we've pretty much already got our word count. XD
The Alihora dragged his talons up the bird's throat, bracing claws against its long feathered neck and shoving its head against the cliff face. With a low rumble, Darke bit into the base of its neck, driving teeth through feathers and flesh until he tasted blood welling in his mouth. He ripped, tearing a chunk out with him as the argaroo screeched and battered at Darke with its legs.
From behind, Mae watched the outline of the tussle. Darke was strong, yes, but he was also much smaller. It made it easier to maneuver, but if the argaroo hit him again, down he'd go. The Orderite still felt the effects of his previous tussle with the alkarai, but... His companion needed him. It was ridiculous to allow Darke to fight on his own in any instance, especially when they worked best together. So, Mae moved forward; forward into the fight while Darke did his best to hold the beast down.
One twitch of the argaroo's body the wrong way, and Mae could easily spear Darke instead. He flicked his slingblade out, caught it along the ribbon and swung it toward the creature. With a rumble, Darke freed his captive and jumped to the ground just in time for Mae's weapon to lodge in its chest. With a growl of his own, the boy yanked his ribbon back hard, tearing through meat, organs, and feathers until the beast crumbled down and wedged itself awkwardly and limply between the cliffs.
Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 2/7 Argaroo
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 8:10 am
Fluffesu Hunt down and kill them in the next day rpwise, then? XD Raemos staggered forward, the sword heavy in his hands as he leaned against the too-close walls for stability. His ankle was injured, but had he twisted something on top of it? He thought that was likely, considering his dismount from the Alikhora. But Darke looked like he needed help, and Raemos summoned what willpower he could to keep the dizziness at bay and continue forward. He stopped, though, as Maeron joined the fight, and flinched as it was soon ended. What a violent way for a creature to die. What a terrible weapon his friend posessed. It tore so easily through muscle and sinew. Rae felt hot liquid rise in his throat - not blood, but vomit. He supressed it easily, swallowing it down with gulps of water. It wasn't the blood or the raw smell or the very dead Argaroo carcasses that bothered him. He was used to that, and to the final moments of creatures, after having assisted in the slaughter of his own animals for meat. He'd done that ever since he was old enough to be trusted not to impale himself on sharp objects. It was the violence with which it was done, the way that the knife had torn into the bird, had passed through it like it was nothing. With one tug of that ribbon, the bird's life had been nothing more than a memory. Raemos remembered the dragon's very similar death of years ago, and shuddered again, very happy to have Maeron on his side. He swallowed again and continued forward. "Are you allright..." he hesitated, having been about to say only Maeron's name. But he was trying to be on Darke's good side. "Both of you?"(3647/4500)
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:43 am
DraconicFeline Still lots to do before that, too! Still gotta reveal Rae's secret sometime. XD
Mae chuckled humorlessly. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble." He tousled the feathers on top of the Alihora's head before nudging him gently, and persistently, away. Mae was still loathe to fly up through the cliffs, for fear that Darke would hurt himself, plus... He'd have to do it with Rae. As if the Aiskala didn't already feel compromised enough for one day. He gave Darke a consolidation pat before turning to Rae. "We're fine. A bit tired, but fine." He admitted sheepishly. Just a few scratches and a little bit of blood. It wasn't serious, by any means. "Well, let's keep walking. Looks like there's still a bit of daylight left, so... We should continue while we can."
Kill Count: 3/8 Alkara, 2/7 Argaroo
(4535/4500)
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 4:57 pm
Fluffesu Lets knock off a few more stupid colorful birds and sit in their nests for the night XDDD Raemos staggered briefly as he tried to sheathe his sword, his shoulder feeling all too warm and wet. It didn't hurt anymore and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Likely bad. "I'm glad" Somehow, both Darke and Maeron had come out of the series of fights with little more than scratches. And he had an injured leg and shoulder to show for it. "I'm right behind you, sir." he managed, putting on a brave face and trying to walk forward and not limp too much. Maeron was too high and mighty and able and strong and intelligent and... well... awesome... to be distracted by his unworthy wounds. He could deal with them himself, when they were resting. They had left the site of battle far behind in the wandering canyon, and raemos was starting to feel slightly cold and disconcertingly numb. He was tiring, but he didn't want to slow down Maeron or make the other boy think he was weak. He stopped, briefly, uncertain; A faint sound echoed across the cliffs to his ears. At first he wondered if he had hallucinated it. Then, confirming its reality, he wondered if it was the wind. Finally, he spoke. "Maeron... Sir... might there be more here?" The sounds were an awful lot like... squawks. (3867/4500)
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