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 Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 9:13 am
Suluksati didn't even know she was being followed. She darted among the dragons, continuing her harassing. Shields, she had learned through long experience, were a potent weapon if you used them right. They did not do harm on their own, but, a well placed shield could be as a sword, turning the enemy's own force against it or, better, allowing time to strike at an opening. Her large blasting magics took up a lot of energy, and she needed stamina for this battle, which would be long, drawn out, and bloody - it already was. But shields? Little short bursts of ones? Those were as nothing at all to her magic. A shield here, and an Orderite, charging forward on their beautiful wings, fell stunned to the water - and their doom - below. A shield there, and a deadly strike against a bulky Peisio dragon became harmless, giving them opening to rend at their foe with their claws. A curved shield re-angled a magical blast to strike near it's user, and a convex shield allowed another blast to arc harmlessly around the dragon, before winking out in time for the dragon's retaliation. A sheild, too, could keep the downed and drowning from surfacing. She watched as the dark hands of a magescan hybrid scrabbled against the slickness of her shield, the glows in their eyes desperate as they stared up at the precious air. She watched as they went out, leaving empty sockets in their wake. She dissipated her shield as she watched them sink away into the murky lake water, hovering. She felt numb, terribly, terribly numb. (2229/3000)
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 11:28 am
It was disgusting. Darke could see the feathered female's handiwork as he shot towards her. At first he thought it was an Aedaun dragon that had joined the ranks of the Peisio against the Magescians. But it wasn't. As he neared her, the Aiskala could plainly see she was one of his own kind, actually helping the dragons for some reason. And he had no idea why. Khehora and dragons may look similar, but as far as he knew, they had no qualms with ripping each other apart. Dragons were powerful hunters that wanted the land the Khehora had. Literally ever resource was competed for. Sure, Magescians didn't get along with either race, but that still didn't seem like much reason to actually aid the dragons.
But for reasons Darke had no hope of understanding, she was. The female had almost killed Mae and was now remorselessly killing his comrades. She was a Khehora, so she could be mistaken for fighting alongside the two-leggers when she really wasn't! Darke knew. Darke knew, and he would stop her. He roared as he crashed into her soft feathered frame, ripping her from the sky and sailing down toward the bank. He was not as strong or large as a feral, but he still had surprise on his side, and as long as he had teeth and claws to batter her with, he would use them.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 3:43 pm
Suluksati's attention had been on the battle churning around her. To her unsurprised dismay, her efforts were, as she had expected, a drop in the ocean, and the churning battle was turning to the magescans, and the dragons were being pushed out over the water. As she flew forward, trying to find some way – any way – to try to turn this fight in the dragon's favor, or at least, to prevent them all from being horribly slaughtered, she saw a harrowing sight. A dragon – her dragon – fell to the water, its wings torn, it's throat slashed open along its length, a cruel mimicry of it's mouth, which was wide in a silent scream. She recognized the markings as it fell away from the sword of an orderite, and watched it become ash even before it hit the water, it's soul sinking into the silty mess of the water. It's soul orb – all that was left of a dragon who she had played with when it was but a hatchling, the remains of a life. She caught it before it could sink beyond her reach and, holding it close to her feathery chest, put it in the small rough leather rucksack she wore near her hindquarters. That poor dragon. That poor soul. It hadn't been able to handle this fight. She snarled, gaining altitude and glaring up at the orderite knight, her rationality and civility fading away into a primal heat that she was tempted to allow full access to her being. She would avenge that dragon. She didn't get a chance to, however, for she was struck by a force from the side, crashing down into the sandy, stone-filled shallows with a bellow as she struggled for purchase on whatever had attacked her. She managed to face him and slashed out with her claws, recognizing him vaguely as the blue feathered Aiskalan bonded from before and, she thought, from another time, a time with many Aedaun dragons. That time didn't matter, only this moment, this instant. She hissed at him, righting herself, her magic healing her wounds as she bared her fangs, assessing him before leaping forward in a rending, recklessly beastial pounce, her claws glittering with sharp sheathes of holy light. (2606/3000)
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 10:53 am
Uncontrollable shivers wracked through his frame. Darke's Aiskala had never done much to acclimate him to the cold, as much as Mae liked to think it did. Instead, being torn from the water and slid across a frozen path left the Orderite male feeling heavy, lethargic, cold. He heard murmurs, unfamiliar as they were, and heat seeped across his torso. Magic? Not Darke's... he cracked open an eye with a grumble, and as his vision focused, the Ysali woman came into view, whispering quiet incantations over the harsh, ringing sounds of the battle still waging.
Her gaze flickered to his face. "You're alright," she assured softly. Strange, Mae hadn't imagined the same woman who'd barked at him earlier would be capable of such a tone.
But then- "Darke-?" He croaked out, and her green eyes rose, scaled across the water and found him in the clutches of battle with a feral Aedaun. The two khehora perched on a tiny inlet of the lake, squaring off. Mae followed her gaze, watching for a scant second before Darke leaped to meet her challenge, and a sheet of frosted glass speared up to shield him from the magic around her claws. Maeron sat up so sharply that his head swam. "I have to-"
"You have to wait," the Ysali cut him off. Her hand clasped around his forearm like a vice and held him in place. "I need only a second to finish my spell. You'll be in his way now, anyway."
The words stung more than the cold, and Mae's lip jutted out in preparation for an argument, but the woman would have none and she continued her magic. Instead, the Orderite sought through the link of the Bond, closing his eyes and reaching for his companion's consciousness. 'Come back,' he hissed warningly.
Darke's claws skittered through the sand, and he ducked his head to avoid one of the female's powerful swipes. He slipped near with a low rumble of warning and snapped his fangs at her flank. 'She attacked you,' Darke retorted after a moment. 'Even if I can't kill her, she will hurt.'
(2711/3000)
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 5:26 pm
Suluksati shrieked as her claws skittered against the ice-glass of his shield, her magic flaring to shatter it into shimmering shards. But it cost her momentum, and Darke's claws soon found her. She bit at him, wrapping herself around him with her long tail as she bit and fought and clawed, a brief eternal moment of ferocious, bloody death. She had been losing altitude, falling for the deadly water when, finally, she shoved the bonded male away to regain ground, feathers falling from their battle spot like the offspring of some perverse union. She flapped her great wings powerfully and, her position in the air restored, she roared, a ball of concentrated light propelling itself through the air at her foe! (2727/3000)
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 11:54 am
Darke slid across the ground, his body momentarily lost in a plume of sand as he fell from the sky and away from the Aedaun's form. She was larger than him, heavier, more adept with her magic than he could ever hope to be while still lending his strength to his boy. Together, they were a force, but separate, Darke was simply a piece of a whole; a broken piece. he panted raggedly, flank stinging where her claws and teeth had found him. He'd already battled against many a Peisio today. He wasn't strong enough to...
But he had to. With a low rumble, he shakily pushed himself to his feet, turning his gaze skyward to face the Aedaun as she roared. The magic pooled around her muzzle, collecting in a thick orb of shining light that he had no hope of defending against. But he would try. The frost gathered around him, collecting from the air and between his teeth as the sphere was launched toward him.
Darke tipped his head back, fangs bared and defiant. The brightness drew nearer, enveloping his sight, overtaking him. It was warm, somehow... But it never hurt him. The sound crashed out to either side of him, light lancing across the ground and kicking up sand and grit before his vision fully returned.
"Enough!" Mae spat, expression fierce, features tight, and voice ringing, his blade sharp and unsheathed before him. He huffed softly, rolling his shoulders against the force of withstanding and splitting the Aedaun khehora's attack. A flick of his wrists saw his blade closed and holstered again as he glared up at her.
'Mae,' Darke hummed softly, relief flooding in through the Bond.
'Quiet. I can handle this.' He fixed the female with narrowed teal orbs. "What business do you have defending these creatures? They attack your young, steal your prey, and would never do the same for you! But you would turn your back on one of your actual cousins in their defense!" His hand swept out and back toward his Aiskala companion, crouching on the ground and feathers spattered in red from her attack. "How dare you!"
(3069/3000)
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 12:51 pm
Suluksati was too far gone in her bezerk rage to feel any sort of strange moral relief at the Alikhora's deflection of her attack, or any dismay at the magescian taking her hit. As dragons died around her, she didn't care. There was a wild look in her golden eyes as she regarded the pair that opposed her, circling around to face them again with a powerful beat of her wings. And then they dared to speak to her. “How dare you!” she howled back, backwinging to hover nearby, “Murderer!” she shrieked, “You destroy these creatures without care for what they are. You murder them, slaughter them, as if their lives do not matter!” she roared, sending out another beam of light gouging into the nearby guardians, her head turning to sear a line into the coast. She flapped again, angling herself along the wind towards her challengers. “Someone must defend them!” she steeled herself for a dire fight – his blade looked potent. “And so I do!” She roared, a deep roar coming from within her gut, and swooped, claws out, raking for Maeron... only to dodge, screaming, as an arrow embedded itself into her shoulder. She tore it out midair, uncaring at the damage she caused in the process - her magic began to heal it even as the arrow fell from her – and turned to the new threat. Archers, using imprinted and normal weapons alike, aimed at her, wearing the garb of the Guardians and all very grim. They fired a volley of arrows at her, and she shielded, screaming her rage. They were well trained, and she felt her magic begin to wane. The battle was nearly over, the dragons mostly destroyed. She had failed, yet again. She would have to live another day. She screamed at her enemies, a promise of return, defiance, and determination. And, with a flash of light and shielding, she made her escape. She could only hope that she had done her part and killed at least a few of the foul hunters, and saved at least a few dragons. Even so, though, she knew, dragon orbs had rained from the sky again today, and she had failed to protect them. (3099/3000)
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 8:36 am
Mae would be the first to admit that he didn't see the merit to her argument. Dragons attacked Magescians just as easily. They preyed on children, attacked homes, ate livestock, made travel unreasonably difficult. They had their magic to aid them, never mind the sheer force of their size and strength. They did not need protection or defending. Particularly not from some lone khehora. As the Orderite readied himself to fight her, his only thought was that she'd caught some illness that manifested in her mind.
She was clearly delirious; all screaming, senseless rage, and while it would be a shame to lose what could've been a potential ally, the damage she'd caused and the lives she'd taken were worth her death. That much was clear. That much was fair. Darke hummed quiet agreement through the bond. She may be khehora, same as the Aiskala, but he would fight her, for the hurt she'd done his boy.
They didn't get the chance.
As the harsh sounds of battle quieted around them, the remaining survivors attacks became more focused, all the Guardians pinning the brunt of their attacks to a few strangling dragons, and of course, the khehora. As the female shrieked and retreated, Maeron let out a long, low sigh. Troublesome. Absolutely troublesome. He glanced around to see his brethren tugging bodies from the lake, mangled and bloody, while Darke dipped to perch at his side.
'It is a shame no one writes about what happens at the end of a battle, isn't it?'
Mae grunted in response.
(3327/3000)
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