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School Of Dedicated RPers Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:04 pm
OOC: This story is the long and tiresome trek of Nej and Ygrashmak out of Feretris, over the creeks, past the towns and estates, through the forests and hills, up the mountains, and to the impending intersection with other characters. So far, Roka_Shotar and Little_Phantom, as well as the Role Play Moderators, have the right to post in this thread.
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The story begins as Ygrashmak climbs higher and higher into the night sky and away from the Elric Estate balcony. He did not look back, knowing that he needed to stay as streamline as he could possibly be so that he could get Nej and himself out of the horrible estate as fast as he could. He strained his wings to get higher and higher, but found it increasingly harder to get altitude. The cold air gave no lift, and Ygrashmak cursed mentally to himself.
Hold on, little guy. We are almost at a good gliding altitude. I do not think anyone has seen us so far.
Ygrashmak climbed a little higher before letting his wings spread out as far as they could. Stiffly, he began to glide away from the center of the estate and to the forests around it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:38 pm
Nej's fingers were frozen cold, and he was sure that if he tried to move them they would break in half. So he didn't. He just kept his eyes closed tight and didn't look down.
And thank it all that his hair tie was holding fast, or he would have had his hair all in his face. But his ponytail had be messily done as it was (he hadn't redone it all day) and the wind pulled free the strands of hair that were barely held back as it was.
"Hold on, hold on." He repeated under his breath, and added in his head, Don't look down, don't look down. Of course, he couldn't look down if he didn't open his eyes.
If he had been in any sane set of mind, and not however so far up in the sky, he might have taken offense to being called 'little guy'. But the thought was far from his mind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:54 pm
Ygrashmak tried his best to keep steady and controlled with the flight. He was going as fast as he reasonably could while trying to make sure that his passenger would not fall to his death, or worse - to the slavers again. The dragon flew high over the forest, searching for a good location to land. He knew that it was night, and he knew that the switch was exhausting. The poor dragon needed his rest before he could attempt to fly over the mountains.
I'm going to look for a clearing in the woods for me to land a good number of miles ahead. We can make camp there and try to get enough energy to make it over the mountains. But I want to put a good distance between us and them.
He figured that, since the ex-slave and himself were in this together, he should share all of his reasoning and conclusions. Maybe the mortal boy had some morsels of information essential for living in this world that Ygrashmak did not know.
Keep your eyes peeled for a clearing. It should be big enough for me to land without hurting too many trees. That way it is harder to track. Pound on my back if you spot anything or if there is something essential to tell me.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 6:18 pm
'Keep your eyes peeled'? 'Clearing'?
Crap.
Perhaps, Nej's hands felt colder than before as he pried his eyes open. They ached a little as he adjusted to a more comfortable position. Maybe it was just a nervous gesture, or he was trying to milk it as much as he could before he had to look down.
And, eventually, he did.
The dizzying vastness below them made his stomach churn. He bit hard on his lower lip to keep from throwing up. Rather, he tasted the iron tang of blood. But than puke, at least.
"Clearing..." It was night, and even with the moonlight as luminance, it was hard to see through his queasiness. So, he repeated, "Clearing, clearing..." It didn't do much for his concentration, but it made him feel better.
And finally (maybe it was because of his desperation) he spotted something that seemed to fit their needs. Large enough to land without damaging trees? It looked it, from Nej's perspective, at least. He was hesitant to lift his hand to pound Ygrashmak's back, as if lifting it would be akin to letting go of a cliff's edge to fall to his death. Somehow, however, he was able to (albeit at first feebly) alert the dragon.
"Th-there, there, I t-think..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:00 pm
Ygrashmak was watching the forest below, keeping an eye out for any lights or smoke stacks that would signal civilization, but he found none. They have flown over what Ygrashmak thought was a pretty lonely piece of the forest. When Nej shook a bit and said something in the fluttering wind. Ygrashmak understood, so he peered at the branches even more intently. Soon, he saw what Nej noticed - a hole in the canopy. Grinning to himself, Ygrashmak slowly swooped and circled over the clearing.
It is about to get a bit windy when we land, so hold on tightly. Close your eyes, too.
Ygrashmak gradually beat his wings to slow his descent as he entered the small clearing. The trees were large and alive - a good sign that this is a healthy part of the woods. There would be plenty of prey for Ygrashmak to gather for himself and Nej.
With a thump, Ygrashmak landed on the soft, foliage-covered floor of the forest. He leaned down to the ground, hopefully close enough for Nej to get off.
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