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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:21 am
((It's cool. that post, though long, is worth reading))
"I must feed, if we are to be aloft a long while," Torokal muttered in Ryan's mind.
"Very well then, but don't be all day about it."
"Don't start on that again," the dragon retorted evenly. He landed with a bump, letting Ryan slide off, and charged a cow, icing it up so fast it only had time for half a moo.
"Mmmm, cowsicle." Decapitating the cow with a snap, there was a small detonation of ice as he pulverized the head, followed a loud crunch of powdered ice, and a cloud of frost, when he started on the body. The fog obscured the meal, along with the dragon's head, shoulders, and front legs. Ryan made a digusted face, and turned away, watching some of the others in the feeding pastures. Spotting Toreth, he jog-trotted over, hailing his fellow rider.
"Toreth!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 1:43 pm
It was not a long flight to the others' terrace, but Fieryn pleaded her Dragon to fly a steady rather than quick pace.
"Don't you tell me that you're nervous, Fieryn Ithala. I just encouraged you, didn't I...?"
The wind played against her hair as she telepathically replied, shouting being not the best medium when her focus should be on staying firmly attached to her seat. Though at the slow speed, they were afterall several stories from the ground.
Sure, she had seen it's outside plenty of times to leave things and scramble; but inside? What could it be like? ....Did the things she gave him decorate his walls? Her heart quickened a bit as she pondered this, to which Curizon snorted.
"Rider, Rider
Once proud and pretty
Can you stop this
Acting silly?"
Fieryn indignantly bit her lip, fumbling a complement to his rhyme.
Though very kind
Again, yes I'm flustered
And out of my mind!
So humor me, won't you?
And be a dear
Lest a mallot whack
You fancy for your rear.>
Curizon narrowed his eyes in an "Oooooooh" fashion and flicked his tail. Touchy, touchy? Fine. Approaching the balcony, the Dragon swooped to come at its side and flapped his wings in mid-air to allow Fieryn to call out to Cain and Veraldimir. The pink Dragon appeared to be protecting a box and his Rider had slumped to the ground, holding crumpled paper in his hand. Fieryn blinked to the precarious situation and was tempted to flee to let them have their peace but, as she knew Curizon would have urged: they were already here. Uneasily, Fieryn shouted to her comrade.
"C-Cain? I'm sorry if we've come at a bad time...I know that you were supposed to come to me, but it's almost time to go back to the auditorium. I just wanted to see if you left yet....well, obviously you didn't!....and see if you got the new orders?"
With another curious glance to his crumpled letter, she looked back to him assuming that it was Kyala's new commands.
"....You didn't like them, I'm guessing?" With a nervous laugh, she scratched the back of her head and shyly looked him and his Dragon over while her own rolled his eyes.
"...My wings are getting tired."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 2:07 pm
Cain looked up at Fieryn morbidly, prolonging a tense sort of silence between the two of them. Then, very slowly, he inched to his feet, tossing the crumpled paper back and forth between his hands undecidedly. "No... no... the orders are fine." He mustered, kicking the ground for good measure. His words were quiet and dejected, an obvious sign of one of many defeats served to him today. If Fieryn had heard him, she had excellent hearing. The mumbling of the boy barely caught Veraldimir's attention, who looked over at his partner's sudden stormy disposition before getting to his feet and moving to the balcony.
Convinced that he should show the hospitality that his parter was normally dishing out, Veraldimir perked up, trying to remember exactly how Cain went about being a foolish, kind idiot. " I'm afraid you've caught him at a bad time, the dragon admitted politely, "But it's nothing a good kick won't fix! Why don't you stay for a moment, and we'll see if we can get him out of it... we do have a few minutes left..."
Okay. So perhaps Cain didn't go about social niceties with those exact words, but Veraldimir liked them. They involved more abuse of his partner! As strange as his invitation might've sounded, a kick probably would get Cain going in good spirits again. He worked like a machine..... he was fine most of the time gurgling away in his own business, but everyonce and awhile needed a knock on the head to keep him from going astray.
Looking at Fieryn, Veraldimir gave a warm smile. Or at least, a smile, which was a rarity in itself when it came to other riders. Of course, one could then argue that dragons never really smiled in a humanistic sense anyways. Luckily for Veraldimir, he had a personality that could depict him as Santa Claus if he truly wished it. In the background, Cain shuffled around pathetically, flitting from one cabinent to the next, still gathering supplies. Veraldimir rolled his eyes. "Perhaps you could kick the boy yourself, Ms. Fieryn. He's being so childish... however, you do seem to bring out a brighter side to him... besides, if I kicked him, I don't think he'd be getting back up for awhile, and we can't have that now, can we?"
Cain groaned at this and fell about the small pile of supplies he had gathered, beginning to shove items in bags as if the three others didn't exist in the first place. This was his defense mode. Meaning, if he didn't acknowledge anyone, they couldn't make fun of him. A brilliant plan, besides the fact that it made him look like a immature jerk.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 3:21 pm
Fieryn had her lips squeezed together tightly in bashfulness, watching as Cain trudged about gloomily and played with the paper. His lips mumbled something that she did not hear, but soon she was distracted by Veraldimir's...kindness? Well- kindness with the lace of violence that inevitably traced all of this Dragon's words, anyway. And his smile only made her wonder if she had never gotten up from bed this morning, and was still dreaming. Or if she truly was awake...alerting the world that 'Miracles really do happen!' might have been in order. But to Veraldimir's invitation Curizon took heartily, perching himself onto their balcony and tried to take up as least space as possible. At this, Fieryn clumsily unbuckled herself from the saddle and dismounted onto their grounds- feeling like she was in the Forbidden City. Treating the feeling with the respect it warranted, she strangely bowed to Veraldimir.
"Yes."
It was all she said before passing him into their quarters, to which her eyes could not help but be in awe to see. So...very...neat. Though it looked like if she ran her finger across a tabletop it would come back quite dusty, everything was neatly organized in place and was almost completely emmaculate. She decided it better, then, for her to have met him here- if he saw her rooms, she feared her love might faint or have a heartattack. Cain was right before her packing when she took her focus from the setting, and from what she could tell of the back of him his armor and attire looked quite fitting and appropriate. And handsome....
With sweating palms, she cautiously began to approach and ever-so-slowly knelt beside him. Giving her crush a quick glance, she looked down to his bags and supplies and subconsciously began to help shove them into place as her throat rolled out explanation for her actions.
"I can help you...get it done faster..."
Feeling eased by her vocal reprieve, she seemed concentrated by the task while only darting her eyes to scan Cain over when he wasn't looking. Though his beautiful honey brown eyes were dismayed and vacant, he still...looked...
And what Veraldimir said, of bringing out a brighter side of him? That was on her mind too.
Curizon watched with slit eyes as Fieryn went to accompany the young master Cain, ruffling his wings slightly as he watched the two now together and tensely packing his things. Only after a moment of watching, the coy Dragon arched his neck to the other and cast the pink one a thought not meant for anyone else to hear.
"Honestly? They both need a good kick...so as they might stop beating around the bush..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 5:00 am
((Sorry for not posting for so long, but school has been a pain. I will post tomorrow, I promise))
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 6:19 am
Calidar sighed in relief and laughed. "I look forward to the next time," she said truthfully. "It was a pleasure, one I won't forget."
"You couldn't forget if you tried. You remember everything that happens when we fly."
"That's true," Calidar said as Tanneth walked forward. "I just never want to forget flying. It's the greatest thing I've ever felt."
She sighed deeply and let herself fall onto Tanneth's right foreleg. She laid her staff across her lap and looked around. She spotted a cloud of icy mist and immediately guessed it was Ryan and Torokal. She saw a figure coming forward out of the mist. He was too far away to distinguinsh.
"It is Ryan. What other rider's dragon has the power of ice?"
"Toreth, Ryan's here as well," she said quietly.
For some odd reason, she felt uncomfortable, like she had when she had bonded with Tanneth. She didn't like the feeling, but it made her want to go unseen and unheard by Ryan. She shook off the feeling, trying to appear normal as Ryan approached.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 4:38 am
Drake looked up at Shade and had to blink a few times to clear his eyes from the effects of the armor.
<"Shade, I will return in a few moments.">
Drake dug arround his room, trying to find a weapon that would fit Kyala and something else that might please Tyrkennen. Finaly, he found an elaborately carbed bow with wicked looking enchanted arrows for Kyala, and a new plate plate for Tyrkennen. Drake spoke a few words over the gifts, and their color changed to Black and Silver.
Drake exited his room, stretching in the process. He walked down the halls of the mountain, part wandering and part searching. When he finaly made it the Kyala's room, he knocked on the door.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:28 am
At Calidar's words Toreth stood up and turned just intime to hear Ryan call out his name.
"Ryan, I was not expecting to see you here. I can see Torokal is having a cowsicle for lunch." Toreth walked towards his friend and gave him a hug and then backed off with a fist to fist and a grab of the rist.
"So great leader, what are our orders. I must say this one thing, I haven't even opened my orders yet." He pulled out of his pocket an unopened letter that said orders on it.
((I hope you don't mind the sudden appearance of a unique hand shake just for them. It's cool to be in the same rp with you again and at that we're on the same team.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:07 pm
Kyala heard the nock and streightened from the now packed pile of gear fixed onto Tyrkennen's shiny back. She had just tightened the last buckle and all was in order and very black and silver. With a glance to the mantle of the fireplace nearby she noted on her timepiece that it was nearly time to recall the Rider's and begin the trip North. With a tired sigh she leaned back with her knuckles digging into her spine which produced several pleasing cracks and sighed again as it soothed some of her tension. Wondering at who was seeking her out, hoping it was not Rosette or Chrono just because of the lingering embarassment she almost jumped with the thought of an Elder visiting her now. If it was one of the Elder's here to drone at her about the necessities of the mission she was not shure she would be able to contain herself and was quite positive that the Elder's Counsel would not cherish a black eyed member.
Tyrkennen's brass voice burst into her thoughts and brokw her train of thought. "Lovely, there is no Elder at our door, I can sense only a Rider. Why don't you sense it either? You are falling out of your practice and skill with the mind." Rolling her eyes at himshe replied, "Most of the Rider's keep their minds blocked oh master of cleverness. Besides, Elders are hard to sense anyways." "The big Dragon huffed a puff of smoke into her face and lowered his face to hers. "You may be BattleLance but that does not allow you to leave a guest standing in the coridor." Grinning he gave her a push with his nose to start her towards the front room before she could say anything back, so she settled with sticking her tounge out at him.
Crossing through the dinning room and living room she entered the front hall where the door to the mountain corridors was. It was by far the most simply and uncluttered part of her home, being just a small roundish room with a hanging glow light, a bench and an armour rack. Tucking a helm back in place as she passed she reacehed her door, again inscribed withteh golden Winged Lance, and paused with her hand on the knob. Tyrkennen was right, she had not been practicing her mental abilities lately, being so caught up with the mission.
Broadening her thoughts she probed through the door and encountered the light of a human life-form, a dull orangeish copper in her mind though she also sensed traces of the fiery gold of a Dragon's blood. Bending this knowledge to her use she used a thin trickle of her thoughts to flow quickly through the others outer mind. Drawing back she muttered to herself, "Drake." Smiling confidently, assured that she still had her nack she heard Tyrkennen in the back of her head, "So your skills are usefull after all!" Out of spite Kyala focused her thoughts on one of his belly straps and tightened it rahter painfully. Not needing their link to hear his unapproving grunt she finnaly opened the door and was nose ot nose with Drake.
"Greetings Rider," she grinned with a slight nod of her head. Wondering if he was here about his Captainship she noted his armband appreciativly. She also noticed the beautiful bow and steel plate he carried and tilted her head a snatch. "What brings you here? Do you need anything?" she asked politely, beliving that the equipment was his and needed repairs or replacements. Realizing then that he was standing stranded in the hall and her door was only half open she shook her head apologetically. "Oh, please, Drake, come in!" Opening the door wide she guided him into her many cushioned living room where Tyrkenen now rested on his couch like a big silver statue, his midknight eyes gleaming in the light. He tilted his head in greetings to Drake just as Orik stalked into the room and yowled a greeting as well. Hoping Drake would have no fear of the mountain cat she motioned for him to take a seat as he pleased, but would remain standing herself until he was seated.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:24 pm
((Not a problem. I can see both our characters fitting the camaradrie (sp?) hug, and the handshake is cool))
Ryan returned the hug and handshake, and he fished around in his various pockets, a number of strange items appearing and dissappearing before he gave up the search. With an uncertain expression on his face, the told the other two Fist-Riders, "It says that we are to be on the Krag front lines in the northwest. That means we will not be in the south against the Surk - against all pre-made plans - and also, we are going to be out there for a month at the shortest, so pack warm, and pack light. Seems like we will be in for a bit of a tussle. Did you both find the new gear OK? I hope the warm things they sent up are enough for you two." He checked himself, muttering, "I'm rambling, aren't I?"
Off behind him, Torokal was crunching the thigh bones in a leisurely manner, the only sign of the upcoming deployment the armor that make him look more imposing than usual, if that was possible.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 7:50 pm
"Its good that Chrono is coming."Ryuuko said just before their arrived at their meeting point. "If not, you would more than likely sleep through all the battles."
"Quiet you!" Rosette snipped, flicking the fringe around his ear. "I'm not that bad."
"Perhaps, but you're snores may frighten the enemy away!"
"Ha ha, you're so funny, you know that?" Rosette said sarcastically. "I've already had a nerve-racking day, don't try my patience anymore, Ryuuko. I'm mentally exhausted."
"That's not very hard for you..."
"Ryuuko! SHUT UP!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 10:14 pm
She paused from a previous thought though. If they were to do anything anytime soon, every Rider and Dragon should be on full alert. Zanari usually stayed up an entire night every now and then to study, but never past one night ever. And since a mission might come soon...
"Ulrich, go about and get yourself some food, or rest. I'm going to take a quick nap."
The half faerie doesn't even wait for him to make any comments on how they look. Setting her thick book under her bed, she takes her pillow and sits in its place. The quilted bed has its side against one of the walls, so Zanari leans into the corner, placing her pillow behind her head and neck. She doesn't want to remove her armor, in case they are suddenly summoned to leave and she should get used to it anyhow. Crossing her arms at their wrists to rest her hands in her lap, her legs are simply straight out and closed of course. Lowering her eyelids, she gives a faint smirk to Ulrich before dozing off.
The brightly colored dragon gave a soft snort. He could sense her fatigue though and gave a small fang-filled grin, in return to her smirk. Turning his armored mass around, he exited as silently as any armored dragon could. Ambling down the corridor he mused that getting out to grab a snack would be nice. And maybe to mingle with a few of the others. Even if a dragon, Ulrich also enjoyed their Riders' company. Pausing to rub at his snout with his front right claw, his eyes lazily close in reaction to the soothing motion. With that done, Ulrich swiftly makes his way from the mountain and into the sunny day of the outside.
[Sorry this is shorter than what I normally do, but school has worn me down a bit already and I can't think of a decent post lately. XP]
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 1:50 pm
Drake grimaced slightly as Kyala touched his mind. The other riders could feel when Kyala touched their minds, but Drake was unusually sensitive about it. Drake walked through the ddor and sat down in a comfortable looking chair
"Kyala, I could go for decades and not want with my current supplies. I bring only gifts and congratulations."
Drake presented the bow, which was a dark wood with black streaks. The limbs were carved with dragons and riders, some in combat and others training. Presented with a bow was a quiver filled with a 2 dozen arrows. The arrows were made of the same wood as the bow, and the black-diamond tips were barbed and cruel looking.
"This bow has been passed down for generations among the Riders. It contains enchantments which allow every arrow to hit it's mark."
After Kyala took the bow, Drake set the plate on a small table, and opened a hatch on the top which revealed a large flat diamond that was contained withing the steel.
"This plate fits directly in front of your saddle, and opens up when you press the armor. The diamond will amplify your magic ten fold, but be cautios of your spells, because it also amplifies your blunders"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 2:20 pm
((just to let you know Ryan, Calidar and I both are in our full armor, so are the dragons.))
"A month at least, that I expected but not the change of fighting plans. I wonder what has brought this all about." Toreth thought for a moment but could not come up with a reason, "Anyways, when do we head out?" He added as he put the letter back in his pocket.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:31 pm
Kyala sat across from Drake and leaned forward in her seat to recive the gleaming articles. She took the bow in her hands with wide eyes. "It's beautiful!" As she was still marvelling the arrows Drake showed her a rare and precious diamond and she gasped and one hand flew to her mouth unvolountarily. Excited, but still shocked she breathed, "Oh, this is too much Drake, honestly!"
Tyrkennen snaked his head to look over his Rider. "That gem will work wonders with my fire and your mind tricks Kyala. It is a great gift. Many thanks Drake." The big silver Dragon nodded his head appreciativly and gave the Rider a toothy grin.
Kyala was still grasping the bow like she was afraid to let go but did not want to hold too tightly either. She had had a diamond such as this once, but had given it to a young Rider who pursued magical combat as his battle career choice. She had missed it since, but the young mage did well for himself.
Finally she shook her head a little and regained her smile and level headed disposition. "Drake this is a great gift indeed! Are you very sure?"
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