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 Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 2:48 pm
With a tiny creak, Cain peeped through his door crack, inspecting the area. It didn't look like anyone was going to jump him the minute he went out.... though with all the shiny stuff piled to the side, the rider still had his suspicions. Sure, according to Kyala, all of the equipment was his, and was being given with a purpose, rather than a trick... but being the infamous magicless, burden-to-mankind boy with the pink dragon, you could never be too careful. Honestly.
Deeming the corridor safe for further inspection, Cain pushed the door open a little wider, just so he could crouch down, reaching a hesitant arm out to tap at the items closest to him. No traps there. Satisfied, Cain flopped onto the floor, his now outstretched leg bumbing the door open all the way. It was a strange position, one leg in his room, one in the hallway, with his back situated against the doorframe. If anything, it was just a giant roadblock to passerbys, and one hell of a suprise to someone speeding along without paying attention. It wasn't that Cain meant to be inconsiderate, it was just that he tended to forget lessons in common courtesy once in awhile.
"Oh wow! Hey, Ver, you should come see this!" Cain's cautious demeanor was already leagues away.
"mm... perhaps... but I like it better here..." The dragon rumbled, busy relaxing on the stone floor, tail swinging absentmindedly.
"suit yourself." Pulling the rest of the articles towards his lap, Cain began to look through everything, astonishment clear in his eyes. The most obvious item was the armor, begging to be praised for it's craftmanship. A flood of joy rushed through his veins as he noticed there wasn't too much of it. The armor, that is. Like all boys, Cain was stubborn to the bone, which made him make stupid choices. For instance, refusing to wear armor because it's too heavy, and thus risking his life for something as silly as lack of comfort. Needless to say, his trainers were none to pleased to be wasting effort on a boy who would most likely die because of his own stupidity. But the armor in front of him was light, light to the point of making Cain question it's usefulness. The rational part of his brain reminded him that, as a rider, he most likely wouldn't have been given faulty armor. The irrational part of his head chanted that if it were any heavier he wouldn't have worn it anyways.
Both sides were inclined to agree that it was a good thing it wasn't pink. In fact, Cain's armor looked well... like armor, the color of steel. But if you took a second look, you could see the faint shimmer of teal. Just a tiny bit. The absense of pink nearly brought the young rider to tears. Ever since Veraldimir arrived, he had recieved quite a few low blows about the... odd color of his partner. And though it was easy to laugh it off, it wasn't as easy to dismiss when it came to equipment. It was Veraldimir's idea for the pink in the riding colors, and seeing as the dragon wore the pants in the partnership, so to speak, Cain could only comply... under the condition that he picked a color as well. So pink and teal it was. Unfortunately, it didn't stop the taunting... and it certainly didn't keep the armory from giving him pink armor last time. If anything, that was why Cain didn't wear armor. To die in pink.... that just wasn't cool to him.
As he sifted through the rest of the supplies, Cain grew more and more thankful to whatever angel whispered to the crews that perhaps teal, instead of pink, was a better color this round. Of course, he couldn't escape it all. Someone had managed to slip in pink riding gloves... and the new saddle blanket was a blatant samon pink. Cain personally disapproved of a saddle and it's accompanying artifacts, but as stubborn as he was, he couldn't deny that he'd be thrown to the ground if he didn't have anything to hold onto while Veraldimir was going full speed. Not to mention, he couldn't sleep while riding bareback... and sleeping was an absolute must.
Finally getting through the last of the equipment, mostly tools for actual scouting with an occasional personal item here or there, Cain finally joined the rest of the world, his excitement dulling to a socially acceptable level. It wouldn't do to be bouncing off the walls in appreciation. It was then that he finally caught sight of the girl down the hall. With a bright smile, he picked up a handful of items and showed them to her excitedly. "Look, Fieryn! New stuff! That isn't pink!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:23 pm
(Bigfoot TI, Just jump in like you were present)
Kyala looked at her new group of warriors and noted their excited and apprehensive features. Brandishing the bands and patches she let them see the symbol of the white fist with dragon wings on a feild of black and silver stripes. "It has been decided that we are in need of asistance high up during battle and you three pairs have provided us with a means to crush our enemies from above. You are now the Fists of Heaven, our Dive Corps. Your attack strategy is simple but still incredibly effective. Tanneth and Calidar will drop from above streight past a selected airborn enemy, distracting that enemy so that Torokal can fall on it from above with his powerfull ice to tear through wings and flesh while Ryan can bludgeon the rider from his seat. Tanneth and Calidar will also need to remain on point and cuase as much damage as possible, without unessecary risk. Chandra and Toreth act as guard to sheild Torokal and Ryan from extra attacks from every direction and keep an eye on Tanneth and Calidar, assuring everyone makes it back up above for the next round of attacks. Together you will terrorize from above and ruin enemy formations." Pausing in her speech she placed the armbands on the humans and handed each one a patch for their Dragons. The fist on Ryan and Torokal's band and patch was outlined in gold to symbolize his position as Captain. "Torokal and Ryan will be the Captain's of your Corps because they will be the brunt of the assualt.
"Fist's of Heaven, bear your status proudly. You are the bane of the skies. Outside of your apartments you will find your own newly installed mailbox containing written orders. You will also find a set of protective, yet light front guard armor for the Dragons and warm battle armor designed to protect you from the chill of the high altitude. In the case of Torokal and Ryan, these are merely new replacements." She smiled softly. "Each of you now also owns a tall sheild bearing the Fist, may it serve you well. You will also find a set of supplies as well, along with some other new gear, Anything you require other than what has been provided is yours to ask for. If there are no questions, you are free to prepare and strategize."
She stepped back and surveyed her new Dive Corps. It seemed to her that they would be nigh unstoppable if they attacked from every front, and these Riders would carry their weight admirably.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 9:49 pm
Hiding her face behind the written orders, the raven-haired girl was freely allowed to blush with charmed eyes as she secretly 'read' Cain and his reactions to his new equipment. It was exactly that which others poked fun at him for, from his demeanor to quirks, that she admired (intensively!)- and his current amusement was like a sight from her dreams to watch. She was leaving the rest of the world in a fantasy just as her love re-entered it, so it was quite a shocked snap of disbelief to hear him call out to her. Holding the papers closer to her face, nervous eyes peeked over the top to see that he was in fact approaching her. And before she could completely comprehend what she was doing, Fieryn's feet moved forward to meet him halfway. Okay...if she was, somehow, going to do this- she had to act calm. Lowering the orders in a clenched hand, she smiled to Cain and tried to choke her heart back from leaping out of her throat.
Sensing an irregularity in his Rider's heartbeat, Curizon lifted his head from their veranda and borrowed Fieryn's sight to address the problem with their mindlink. He eased as he saw the cause of this 'dilemma', and rested his head again deciding to be a bit playful. Swishing his tail slightly, he thought to her in their game of speaking backwards.
"Yawa nur ot deen on s'ereht os, teef sih ta evael ot tfig on evah uoy taht dnim ni peek tsuj. Yob eht htiw teem ot gniog yllautca uoy era...ym, ym?"
Catching the thought, she scrunched her nose irritably and retorted.
<"Iruc, uoy hsuhs.">
Now standing before Cain, she shook away that expression on her face to make way for one of honest interest.
"Hehe...It does look very nice."
Glancing down briefly to the materials, her bright eyes could not help but wander back up to his smiling face.
"...I didn't think your old armor was too bad, though. I k-kinda liked it..."
At that, she could not retain her composure anymore. Her blush resurfaced steadily as she began to speak, but soon to one of excitement as she got herself going.
"C-Cain? A word...? Ah, I'm already talking aren't I? Anyway, I was looking over my written orders and they seem to be pretty much of what Kyala said, but since we will be working...so close...together. I! I thought, after we are both done preparing for the day, that you and Veraldimir could come to my terrace so that the four of us could discuss any additional battle plans we might want to implement. My balcony's quite big, so it should be able to accomodate us all comfortably. ...I also kinda put my stuff out by Curizon for him to see, so I can't show it to you right now. Just when I'll have it on."
After this speech, performed with the aid of hand gestures with her scrolls and occassional shy glances, Fie looked curiously up to Cain whilst crossing her arms in front of her. Did that sound good to him? ...Did that sound good to her?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:02 am
Toreth could not contain himself any longer; he jumped for the sky striking it with his fist as he let out a shoot that filled the whole chamber. When he was done he realized he had done it out loud from the look on every ones face. "Sorry Battlelance, I did not realize what I was doing. I will go now and prepare." He bowed to her and then turned to climb onto Chandra's back. When he got on Chandra took a bow of her own as he bowed in the saddle with her. Then with his signal they rouse off the floor with one great wing beat and headed for their chambers.
"I take it you are happy to get your orders my dear." Chandra said with a laugh.
"Oh quite, and it's better then I thought. In the position that we have both of our special skills will help us greatly. I don't know that you can do are job of protecting the caption and watching another with just one rider and dragon if they did not have our skills."
They came to their chambers at last and landed with grace. Toreth unharnessed Chandra and gave her a good sanding and oiling before he got his own bath. When he got out he put on a pair of bash breaches and with his own band on his arm he started to sew the patch onto Chandra's harness. "Fist's of Heaven, it has a nice ring to it don't you think Chandra? Chandra are you listening?" Toreth looked around when she did not answer and saw that she was asleep in her sand pit. Laughing he went back to his work. When he finished sewing the patch on he placed the harness back on its hooks that are on the main wall that surround Chandra's sand pit. Now at last he went to look at his new acquirements.
The armor shown brightly in a greenish tent, all of the leather straps that held it in place were dyed in violet, it matched the green seat and violet straps of Chandra's harness perfectly. The shield was also of a greenish tent with a violet fist and wings symbol on it. Before he went through the rest of the gear he had to try his new used armor on. With his helmet on, a shield in one hand and his lance in another he looked himself over.
"Looks nice, know if you don't mind can we put my armor on to. I want to see what I look like too.
"Yes my lovely, we will do that." Toreth rested his shield and lance next to Chandra's harness rack. He went back to his door and carried the rest of the stuff back in. In one of the bags were some thick, green colored clothing that he figured were meant to go under his armor to help fight the cold air. This was good because the little bit of winter cloths he did have did not keep the cold out for long. 'I will put that on before we head for Ryan and Torokal's place,' he thought to himself as he unpacked. When he got to Chandra's armor he found that it stuck right to the current color patterns. All of the steel was tented green and the leathery straps were dyed violet. Chandra held her head and neck parallel to the grouped as Toreth strapped on her head plated before he started on her ten neck plates. "It's a good thing armor is meant to be made flexible or I don't know how anyone would be able to move."
"I agree, what's the use if you can't move. Armor that doesn't fit right can cause the same problems too."
With her head and neck protected now, Toreth moved to her tail and then to her legs. All said and done it was a magnificent sight. A white dragon protected by a greenish colored armor with violet straps. "You look beautiful my love! Beautiful!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:46 am
Cain beamed at the comment given to his old armor, blushing slightly. "You think so? I always thought it was too... ah, what's the word.. feminine. But if you liked, it Fieryn, I guess it wasn't that bad afterall, huh?" He smiled sheepishly, tucking a stray strand of dark brown hair from his face. Inside his apartment, Veraldimir could be heard snorting in triumph.
"See loverboy? Pink isn't bad at all... you should listen to your girlfriend there, she's got the right idea."
Cain blushed considerably, hoping that Fieryn hadn't been able to hear Veraldimir's thoughts. Soemtimes the dragon had a knack for letting the whole world know what was on his mind. "I-" Cain retalliated, before hushing. If she hadn't heard what the dragon had said, he certainly didn't need to make it known by replying something stupid right in front of her. Giving Fieryn an apologetic look, Cain dashed back to his door in just a few paces, dropping the stuff he had been holding at his door, peering into his room crossly.
"Shut up, unless you want me to bring up that little thing you had for the lady Chandra awhile back."He hissed quietly. After a moment, he added in as an afterthought, "and she's not my girlfriend."
Veraldimir, who hadn't even heard the last part, was on his feet within seconds, eyes wide as saucers. "You wouldn't...."
Cain's grin widened, knowing he struck a cord. Not only did he strike one, but he seemed to have come across one that wasn't quite dead yet. "Ah... so you still like her then? She's seriously not your type."
"And this is coming from a guy who can't even see that a girl likes him when it's painfully obvious... I think I'll take my chances." With a final indignant pout, knowing full well that he'd never, ever have Chandra fall for him, Veraldimir slumped onto the ground again, refusing to acknowledge his partner anymore.
Sighing, Cain jogged back to Fieryn. "Sorry about that.... Veraldimir and I were having some... issues." He bit his thumb thoughtfully, trying to remember what she had said last, still oblivious to Fieryn's nervousness and blushing.
"Ah! Meeting, your place!" He recalled quickly. He nodded his head dumbly, still smiling. "That sounds really great! I'll go drag my stuff inside, get dressed in that horrid armor, and we'll come over. Umm... do I have to knock or anything? Or is just landing fine? I don't want to barge in on you...."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:29 am
[I will post soon, so sorry that I'm a bum. >.< You all have done wonderful posts, most of yours make me laugh from the way the dragons and riders react to one another.]
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 11:15 am
There had been no sleeping for the short woman that night. She had recently gotten her hands on a thick book, one of faeries. The small beings have always fascinated Zanari. Actually, some of them aren't even small and can be as big as a dragon. Her main attraction with faeries, is that she is actually half faerie herself. This explains her dark green hair and her golden eyes. Not to mention how short, and how silent she is. She might know of her heritage, but she has yet to know if it was her mother, or her father that was the faerie. Flipping over the page and entering a chapter of "Faerie Energy", Zanari freezes as a great roar resonates to her and throughout, perhaps, the entire mountain. Sitting on her quilted bed cross-legged, the book in her lap, she sets it down on her pillow. The time has come to use her skills as a Rider, to test her bond with Ulrich and to fight for what she must, for what she will. Swinging her feet to plant themselves on the floor, the half faerie stands and looks to a snoring mass of scales next to her. Reaching on the side of her bed, she removes her long scythe from it's holding spot along the bed frame. Walking over to the male dragon, she raises her arm and tickles the rimmed scales above his right eye. Her reward is a snort and Ulrich opening his jade eyes. Raising his head, the dragon yawns and looks down to her.
"Now why would you do a thing like that? I was just fine in my dream, surrounded by gorgeous female dragons that were happily bathing with me..."
He trails off as he, too, hears the summoning roar.
Together did they exit the room. Zanari's zebra hide pants and long sleeved, dark blue shirt had been washed just last night before she started reading into her book. The white sections on her pants are a acceptable shade, it feels good to be clean anyhow. Her scythe is carried in her left hand, the half faerie wonders some days if she is the only left-handed Rider. She has never bothered to ask any of the others, she never really asks them anything. Only her harsh, yet true, advice is voiced from her throat. It's not that Zanari can't get along with people, she just doesn't like to talk much and has a hard time finding humor in what some of the Riders, or even Ulrich, enjoy. Now reaching the main area where all of the Riders had gathered, she is thankful Ulrich has the sense to keep his jaws shut for the time being. Golden eyes feel dry and the ever chipper dragon notices.
"I should really take that book from you, stripe-butt. Ooo, everyone looks all professional!"
A slight scowl surfaces on Zanari's face as she looks about at the others. To her, they just looked very eager and even a bit nervous. With a light shrug to reply to Ulrich, she ignores his comment about her arse and sat herself in the higher row of stone seats. She didn't want to deal with anyone right now and knew that no one would want to deal with a woman that has stayed up all night. The others have said a few oaths of sorts, but Zanari doesn't know what to say and so keeps her mouth shut. Nestling her rear between two seats, she slouches a bit with her legs over the lower seat, leaning back on the upper seat behind her. This seating would remind one of how a child might sit in such a place, but Zanari is not at all child like. Ulrich, on the other hand...
"How great is that, we got some reliable scouts! What do you think we'll be? I hope we get paired with someone that has a female dragon, I'd be so bored with another male."
The half faeire gave a soft sigh and set her sycthe's handle across her lap, raising her hands and rubbing her palms into her closed eyes. It was easy not to smirk due to her serious personality, Ulrich's ways always did soothe Zanari and make her in a better mood. Although he did get the both of them into trouble, she knew she could always haul their hides out. Lowering her hands to subconsciously trail her fingers along the black and white stripes on her furred pants, she witnesses a few more Riders and their Dragons getting their status. This makes Zanari slightly curious of what she'll be, but this moment seems very hazy to her. It has nothing to do with the lack of sleep, but just...the feeling of this day having finally arrived...
Ulrich breathes in deeply and lets out a puff of smoke from his jaws. He was joyful that this day had finally come, getting out of the mountain will be a nice change. Traveling could mean more reason to be around the female dragons as well, the male absolutely loved being around the ladies! Tilting his head ever so slightly, Ulrich observes his Rider. Such a grave person seemed very silly to have green hair. Only he knew why her hair was green though, Zanari only revealed her secret to him. It had happened on their first night together, years ago when he had questioned if she rubbed moss on her head. Although the zebra hide pants were still a mystery, Ulrich knew that he could learn much more later. Turning his head to look down at the other Riders and their BattleLance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 11:59 am
"Um..."
She had indeed not heard Veraldimir's first comment, so at the moment Cain ducked back into his home Fieryn could feel the confidence and strength she was developing for talking to him crash under her feet like a struck wall of glass. Large, fragile glass that was then danced upon by malevolent imps at its destruction. Hanging her head dejectedly, the girl's lip quivered in the mindset that she totally blew it. She didn't catch his apologetic glance before dashing inside; she was far too worked up with hopeful emotions for the delivery of a smooth invitation. And he...
He was coming back! Pulling her head back up like it were controlled by puppet strings, she donned a soft smile as if she hadn't minded his quick leave. Forgetting that there was no band to hold her bangs back, Fieryn had to shoo them from her eyes in a quick swipe.
"It's ok. Curi and I- er, Curizon and I get in a spat once in a while too."
Blinking a few times, her heart lifted as Cain was actually, pleasantly, agreeing to her proposal. Her expression shone one of innocent happiness and her hands spoke a bit for her as well.
"You don't have to knock, you can't really knock on my curtain anyway, but Curizon will be on the veranda to greet you when you come. I'll try my best to be as quick as I can to get ready...but I have quite some stuff to for that."
Pausing, she deeply considered what had to be done. And she gulped to realize that time was slipping quickly by...
Turning on her heel, she began to dash back to her door before shouting out down the hall for him to hear.
"So take your time and I'll see you soon!"
With a bright wave and smile she then closed the door to her apartment, rushing to the table to set down the papers and pick up the apple she had been noshing on earlier. With swift bites and strides she was at her Dragon's side again, picking up the things she had lain out for him to see.
"I invited Cain and Veraldimir over to discuss battle plans, so I have to get going! They could be over any minute...and I still have to take care of you, too."
Before Fieryn could rush off with armor and clothes in her arms and a quickly-made apple core in her mouth, Curizon extend a claw and tugged at her loose and unsecure braids to unravel them. He also just wanted to stop her, not believing what he was hearing.
"Who are you and what have you done with my Rider? Though I must say, I think I like you better..."
With a sparkling eye she spat the core to the ground and glanced up to her partner's interested gaze, the look both thanking him for reminding her to wash her hair and sharing surprise that yes...she had just said that, and she did make it happen.
"I...hey! Well, I don't know- maybe the call for battle makes me put some things in perspective, mm?" Raising a brow, she scooted Curizon's patch over to his claws with her foot.
"Watch that until I'm able to fasten it on. I'll try to give you a speedy polish if there's time, too."
Curizon smiled at Fie's refreshing zeal, and watched as she sprinted off to her washroom to prepare. A new day and a new life, indeed!
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:01 pm
Calidar took the armband and patch, nodding in understanding of the trust that Kyala and Tyrkennen placed in the three riders and their dragons. In her mind, she was especially glad that no one pair was of greater importance than the other; they were all vital to the success of the others and of the country.
"Tanneth and I will do our best, Kyala," Calidar said, barely restraining the pride she felt at being chosen for the task. "I promise that we will do everything we can to help."
"That is right," Tanneth said to the three of them. "No matter what, we will do our job and hold our status proudly. We are honored that you trust us with this responsibility."
"If you will excuse us, we will begin our preparations," Calidar said. "We shall see you when we assemble in an hour's time. If ever you have need of us, you know where you can find us."
Courteously, she bowed to each of them before vaulting to Tanneth's back. Tanneth spread her powerful wings, and pushed off with her hind feet. In less than ten seconds, they were aloft and heading towards their quarters.
Calidar waited until they were well out of earshot before giving a small scream. She spread her arms and leaned back, confident that she would not fall off. Tanneth's saddle had been specially designed and made by Calidar herself out of the finest and toughest hides to keep Calidar on her back when they were in the sky. Tanneth had a habit of flying in all sorts of odd ways, including upside down and flying in tight corckscrew spirals. Calidar had learned the hard way of her partner's habit. The first time they had flown high enough, Tanneth had done several barrel rolls and Calidar had fallen. Tanneth had caught her, of course, but Calidar did not want to inhibit her dragon by forcing her to fly in such a dull manner as the other dragons did.
"Tanneth, are you as happy as I am?" Calidar asked her dragon. She used her mind, since it was easier than speaking over wind and it didn't make her thoat quite as raw.
"You know I am, Cali," Tanneth answered. Her tone changed. "What's the matter? Is something wrong?" Her voice began to be tinged with anger. "Has someone hurt you or made you upset? Tell me who it is and I will set them straight."
Calidar started at Tanneth's vehemence. She had a tendency not unlike Calidar's to change her moods with short notice and to be overly protective and very possessive. She reached up to pat Tanneth's neck soothingly.
"It's nothing like that, love," she said.
Tanneth's anger subsided, but she didn't let Caldar go so easily.
"Then why are you upset?" she asked. "Do not try to deny it. I am a part of you; I know when you are distressed. Tell my why. You will feel better."
Calidar scrunched up her face at Tanneth's sensibility. Sometimes, the simple dragon logic was hard to understand. But she admitted to herself that she jsut might feel better.
"I'll tell you in a moment," she said. "Concentrate on landing now, love. We don't want another accident like the last time."
Tanneth silently grimaced. Once, when she was younger, she had taken a huge chunk out of the balcony she used to land on. Her leg foreleg had been hurt, and the balcony was no more. Within the day, the rest had crumbled off from the continued pressure of landing and taking off as well as the sheer weight of the dragon.
Tanneth climbed higher in the sky until the opening to their cave-like quarters was barely more than the opening of an anthill. Then she folded her wings and dropped like a stone. Calidar felt no panic, as she had the first time she had experienced Tanneth's outlandish manuevering. Several hundred feet above the cave's opening, Tanneth unfurled her wings and pulled up sharply. In a matter of seconds, the momentum of their drop had carried them through the opening and into the huge cave that was where Tanneth slept.
Calidar waited for the dust to settle before unstrapping herself from the saddle and sliding to the ground. Carefully, she undid the intricate straps and relieved Tanneth of the saddle, placing it in a huge wooden trunk in the corner of the cave. Slowly, she turned back to Tanneth, and sat down next to her.
"You really want to know why I'm upset?" she asked.
Tanneth snorted. "Of course I do," she said indignantly.
"Before I met you, Tanneth, I was in a really tough spot," she began. "When I was little, my parents loved me and took care of me and protected from bad things. They loved my gifts. Even though they could both heal small cuts, they always told me that my power was much stronger than theirs would ever be. I was so happy. Everyone in the village loved me because I would always heal them or their animals. If they were poor, I did it for free.
"But some people from outside the village heard about my gifts. They were always getting hurt when they robbed people, and they wanted someone to heal them whenever they needed it. So they came after me. Mother and Father protected me. They fought the bandits. They knew that they could never win, so they told me to run while they held the bandits off. So I ran. The animals in the forest all knew how I helped any animal that was in trouble, so they hid me. When I went back to the farm, I found Mother and Father. They had died to protect me.
"That's when it hit me. If people always risk their neck for other people, then they'll get hurt, maybe even killed. But if they don't, then the other person will die. So I taught myself how to fight without there being a danger to myself or anyone else. When I finally deemed myself good enough, I was far away from the village and anyone who knew me. I was totally alone.
"'Perhaps this is better,' I thought. 'No one knows me, so they won't try to protect me. I went on my way, though, always helping others whenever I could, but never telling anyone who I was or where I was going or of my gifts. I thought that I was completely alone until I met you. But now, I'm still just as alone. I don't have any close friends here except for you. And I know that I'll never find any friends. I'll be lucky if I even speak to Ryan and Toreth outside of planning for the next attack. Oh, I know that you'll make friends with Torokal and Chandra right away, but I'm too different and shy. I'll never...never...m-make any friends..."
By this time, tears were streaming down Calidar face. Her voice cracked and broke off, and she collapsed into qiet sobs. She hugged Tanneth tightly, afraid to let go, lest she lose her. Tanneth twisted her neck to nuzzle Calidar with her head.
"Calidar, you know that I would never leave you, not for any dragon in the world," she said, distilling some of her rider's fears. "And I know that you will make good friends with Ryan and Toreth. Torokal and Chandra are kind, as are their riders. I am sure that there will be no problems. You like them and they have no reason to dislike you; the six of us are the Fists of Heaven, the Dive Corps. We were trusted with this responsibility because we will work well together. With my flying skills, how could anyone not be distracted by me?"
Calidar laughed and looked into Tanneth's eyes. The dragon was a mster at turning conversation, and this once, Calidar was grateful.
"Yes," she said. "You are a marvel in the sky. There is nothing that can tough you while you fly. If we are lucky, your crazy acrobatics will ensure victory for the rest of the Dive Corps. Without someone to distract the enemy, the battle would be much harder. I know they will be grateful for our assistance once they have seen us flying."
"Who hasn't seen us flying? We are the best in the sky and are often in it," Tanneth said smugly.
Most of that was just to make the two confident, but they enjoyed feeling needed and important. Though, indeed, the Dive Corps might not work as well without a skilled distraction that could avoid almost everything thrown at it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 5:53 pm
Kyala waved the Dive Crops off as they took flight, smiling encouragedly and incredibly pleased with the events of the day so far. She had tried very hard not to laugh when Toreth displayed his gratitude and not to hear Calidar's far away mental shout either but could not help it. This was all so exciting. She had forgotten to remind Calidar that she was in charge of healing any major injuries that occured, imediatly, but that would be in the written documents anyway. All in all she was quite satisfied.
"You're fairly glowing lovely, this leader buisness suits you. You won't be bossing me about next will you?" Tyrkennen pretended to pull away in mock fear, his face in a shocked expression. Advancing on him playfully she pointed a finger threateningly. "Aye, you are next you big lump of Dragon meat! You know, you may not be a leader to the other Dragon's but I am sure they look up to you a bit. You are quite impressive silver butt. I think that Chandra likes you," she teased. Tyrkennen pulled back his head and looked away, pretending to scan the tiers for the next group of Riders. Kyala laughed and touched his shoulder, glancing around to make sure they were not overly noticed. He lowered his nose to her and she rubbed at his eye ridge, producing a contented sigh and a closed eye.
"You have been quiet little one," she murmered to him, smiling at his completely false nickname she had used since he hatched. "Is there something on your mind?" His brililant midnight blue eye slid open and searched her hazel ones. "No lovely, I simply have nothing to add to your speeches. Besides, who needs my comments? I am a part of you, you speak for us both." Kyala nodded and turned back to the assembly. "Let's finish this off then."
"Rosette and Ryukko, Drake and Shade, Zanari and Ulrich. Present yourselves to recieve orders," she and Tyrkennen cried out together. Kyala had noticed Zanari earlier, in her odd pants, up on one of the highest Tiers along with Drake and Shade on the opposite side of the arena. "Misfits or self imflicted solitary syndrom," she wondered. "They enjoy their solitary natures mostly, though that Shade can give you the creeps," Tyr supplied. She only nodded and pulled out more patches and bands. These had the symbol of a lance with dragon wings in white, except for the one she would wear. Her Winged Lance was gold. Tyrkennen's patch was already sewn onto his harness.
"Here we go."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:50 pm
Rosette bounded down the steps, eager to recieve their new things. As upset as she still was with Kyala, she just loved new things.
"One track mind, eh?" Chrono chuckled as Rosette nearly tripped twice on the steps.
"As long its the right track, she can act as goofy as she wants. It only makes you and I look better."
Rosette dusted herself off and stood up straight an tall before taking the last few steps to Kyala.
"Ready to recieve my orders!" She said with a quick incline of her head. "By the way, Kyala, if you have the time, drop by my place after sunset to discuss this... little matter." She added quietly as her eyes drifted back up towards her two closest allies. "No one will be likely to interupt there."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:10 am
"That's us." Drake thought to himself. Drake whistled twice, one long and one short. Shade altered course, gliding closer to the tiers.
"Are you sure you wish to do this?"
"Only if you want to see me down there in the next hour."
Drake jumped of the top pier and maintained a basic falling position. A few seconds later, he landed on the back of Shade, and together they made their way to Kyala and Tyrkennen.
"I, Drake, and Shade are ready to recieve orders Battlelance."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:37 am
Torokal twisted his wings, losing altitude in a wide, easy sweep, before landing heavily, and jogging slowly to a stop. Not for him the aerobatics of some others, but he was a force to be reckoned with. Being a good ton heavier than Chandra, all of his accomidations were ground-level. He didn't mind, as he needed the feeling of well-powdered ice when he slept, and wood did funny things to ice, in his estimation. Ryan hopped out of the saddle, designed for the intense Gees of hitting something very, very hard. Rummaging through the stack of new equipment, he came up with what looked to be an ill-made breastplate, but was in reality, the upper half of the draconic helm, made up of blued metal plates, mounted on pale blue suede, which wouldn't crack the way other leathers would at the extreme cold of the dragon. He dug again, coming up with a set of vambraces big enough for Torokal, and immediately had to sit down, laughing.
"Gee, I didn't think your arms were that thick," was the comment that had set off the fit of amusement, with Ryan trying to talk through his laughter. "Ha ha! Stop, stop, they're - ha! - for you, crazy lump! Oh, ha ha ha!"
Gradually, his hilarity eased of into a periodic chuckle, as he cinched the armor onto his dragon, first the breastplate, which had wide scallops into it for arm mobility. The gorget, however, took some figuring to get right, as Torokal's spinal crest threatened to slice through some of the straps, until Ryan buckled them cross-wise. The ice dragon stretched his arms and legs, testing the range of motion of the gear, and finding it satisfatory, yawned hugely, asking to get out of it so he could take a nap.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 1:39 pm
She remained in her spot, tilting her head back a bit to look up at the dark ceiling. Everyone had been waiting for this day. Every person, every dragon, every pair. Most likely those that have been suffering have been waiting for some justice, hopefully it wasn't too late for a mass of them. Fingers moving away from her striped pants, they stroked the curved blade to her scythe. Hours had been spent to train with this weapon, including being mounted atop Ulrich's glossy hide and slicing at hung bags of sand. Sand was used to test their endurance from distraction and irritation.
Deciding to observe a bit longer, the flamboyant dragon watches Kyala turn to the seats. The last group had been called, he and Zanari were within them of course. If they weren't called, why would they have been chosen to be together in the first place? Although total opposites, Ulrich can always feel the potent and stable bond he and the green haired woman share. Seeing that his Rider was not moving, but the other two pairs had already gone down, he turns his head and nips at her ankle.
"Come on, stripe-butt. Time to look official!"
He laughs softly and gladly allows Zanari to mount on his back.
A sting spread along her ankle as the brightly colored dragon got her attention. Zanari pushed herself to stand on one of the seats, then mounted on Ulrich's back, keeping her scythe safely held in her left arm and away from his wings. As they both moved down the steps at a near trot, the half faerie feels her innards clench. The excitement contained churned her stomach, gripped at her arteries and pushed aside her lungs. Inhaling deeply and quietly, she lets her breath out slowly as they near the others. Dismounting, Zanari stands up straight and keeps her mouth shut. She gazes at Kyala with a grave sense of duty. Her scythe is held firmly at her left side, the blade curving to rest over her shoulder.
Jaws curled into a merry grin, Ulrich stands behind his Rider and looks to Tyrkennen first, using his mental speech for them all to hear.
"Was it you who decided to stick me in a group with no female dragons? Or was it you?", he then looked to Kyala, but kept his goofy expression. Now looking over, Ulrich gives a soft trill and glances at Rosette.
"Oh well, I'll just have to settle for her. I think we'll need to teach Shade how to loosen up though. He's a bit-"
The ever chatty male stops and looks down playfully at his Rider.
Zanari has looked up at him with her head tilted back a bit, golden eyes patient. Still keeping silent, her own expression slips into a knowing smirk before moving her head down again to give Kyala an apologetic gaze, face straight again.
[Still getting to editing my profile. I hate that I had to rush, but I went all psycho, thinking someone might possibly choose the colors that I wanted.]
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:36 pm
[Got my profile edited. ^ ^ Thanks for the patience, Nelly. heart ]
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