RDM RP Page #15
Illatrius made her way to the infirmary some moments later. So problems continued to occur to Malias, so she knew he would be alright for a time. Landing gently upon the ground by the entrance, she gave a sigh of relief and she used her long, purple-striped tail to aid her rider off of her back. "Malias... I must talk to you for a moment. I worry..." she said calmly.
"What is it?" he asked her, but she only replied within his mind,
"I wish for our conversation to be a private one..." Malias sighed serenely for a brief moment, looking down upon the ground in thought. Looking back up at her he telepathed,
"What bothers you, Illatrius?"
Zhenjai suddenly stopped crooning, and sniffed the air. She then looked to her left just in time to see a lone mouse skuttle across the floor.
No, I shall be fine. She said as she sprung at the mouse, wings locked at her sides.
Drazon watched the little hatchling with amusement,"
Talons forward."
The little hatchiling tried to react to Drazon's thoughts in time, but failed, and only managing to get a few talons forward before landing, missing the frightened mouse by a few centimeters.
Drat... Said the young Zhenjai, for everyone in the cave to hear, as she walked back over towards Marthril.
Marthril kneeled down with a smile as he watched the young dragon come forth.
You shall get it in time. Don't worry, Zhenjai. I have faith in you...
Zhenjai responded in a squeak, and sent comforting thoughts and feelings into Marthril's mind. Then she stretched her wings, wanting to learn to fly like her felow dragons.
When shall I learn to fly with you, Marthril?
Might take a few months, sadly... But we shall practice, Marthril said calmly, picking up Zhenjai and held her in his arms while he gently pet her.
Why don't we go to my father's castle when your mother returns? Would that be alright?
Reflected and refracted emerald light splashed into the cave at its enterance from the muscled studded bluff that was Erador, perching after a landing. He smiled at the hatchling, padding forwards and pausing by Malias' son and Zhenjai.
-"It comes naturally, flying...give it time. In time, I'd be glad to share my countless years of experience to assist in training you, if of course, you agree Marthril?"- Erador didn't wait for a responce, but carried on by striding towards Drazon with intent thoughts of conversation.
Erindor took a moment to jump down from the saddle while Erador was still moving. He rolled on the floor to break his fall, and opened a pack on his back, retrieveing from it some provisions for a meal. Erador stopped and stood before Drazon, a look to his right making sure that others were not listening.
-"Drazon, how did the theft of that one egg occur? Its your duty as the dragon father to protect mate, home, and eggs. Why have you failed?"- His voice had a concerned note in it, but bore a sharpness like the edge of a honed sword.
Drazon glared at the emerald dragon,"
Amrevar hid his presence from me...and I was away with other matters, no matter though...he has paid in more than blood for his folly i made sure of that."
"You've missed the point Drazon," continued Erador calmly. "I'm simply asking why, you can't blame it on someone else if its your duty to see that nothing happens to the eggs. Besides, the egg went missing when Amrevar was in my sight. So it cannot, be him." The dragon sihed, "I'm a father myself, so I understand how it feels to loose an egg, a child." He looked Drazon eye to eye, "why were you away?"
If you wish so, Marthril. Zhenjai responded happily.
Then before Erador walked over to Drazon, Zhenjai responded to Erador,
Your expertese in complicated manuvers would be greatly apperceated, as it may save Marthril's, or my own life in battle. Though I'm sure Marthril can teach me how to fly. Zhenjai then crooned under Marthril's touch, and curled up happily in his lap.
Yes...it would be, Marthril said, rubbing Zhenjai's head. Then he peered over at Erador with a smile.
If Zhenjai thinks it would be alright, I do as well. Returning his gaze to the young dragon, Marthril continued to pet Zhenjai.
Sitting impatiently while listening to the others, Theria sat back against the cave wall with Ar'rias laying soundly upon her lap as she pet him. The dragon gave out a cry of pleasure before it spoke.
You can stop petting me now, Ar'rias laughed calmly. Theria laughed as well while Ar'rias left her lap and shook his head vigorously as if to relieve something.
Much better, he continued as he looked up at her.
Can we, by chance, do something? I'm tired of this old cave...
Old? How can you say this place is old? You're only three weeks, silly, Theria laughed, enjoying her dragon's accent as he spoke to her.
Heh, heh, heh... Zhenjai laughed, then before Marthril had a chance to respond, she snaked her head up next to his, and 'kissed' him on the cheek, then smiled, knowing Marthril never expected that.
Marthril laughed and returned Zhenjai's kiss on her forehead. Rubbing the side of her neck he said,
You're welcome.
Well, I think it's old anyways... Ar'rias replied to Theria calmly. Then seeing Zhenjai, he asked,
Do you mind if I go and pay visit to my sister?
No, I don't mind at all, Ar'rias, Theria replied with a giggle.
By all means, go have fun, bored one.
Ar'rias only laughed.
Fantastic. Then the small, white dragon made his way for Zhenjai.
Zhenjai!
Suddenly, Amrevar held his head in a great pain after he entered the throneroom, when he felt the presence of his father.
“Feel the pain I caused upon you… The voice laughed within Amrevar’s mind.
You destroyed my body… but not my spirit that will now haunt your every step… What were you thinking when you killed me… Did you love it? Of course… you did. The voice chuckled.
Why wouldn’t you? You’ve learned well, my slave… Amrevar growled and screamed again as he fell to his knees.
Now that I control you, you shall do as I say…or I will force you like I did so many times before… Amrevar faced up towards the stone ceiling and shouted even louder. “Leave me!!” Amrevar yelled, trying to get rid of his father’s grip on him.
If you keep trying to get rid of me…you’ll kill yourself… You don’t want that, do you? the voice came again and laughed. “ERRRR!!!! Leave me!!!!!!!!” Amrevar shouted once more. It was all very aggravating to him.
No… the voice replied morbidly. For some time, Amrevar argued with his father before he at last left the Dark Lord alone in silence. Amrevar gave out a small sigh as he heard the cries of the infant in Mavria's room. He knew he had no choice, but to give the child to Malias as soon as possible or he will suffer fate if Dravescar would take control of him.
Zhenjai closed her eyes as Marthril kissed her.
Thank you. She then snuggled up tighter to him.
Suddenly she picked her head up, hearing Ar'rias calling her.
Marthril, do you mind if I go see Ar'rias a moment? He's calling me. Zhenjai asked her companion.
You're welcome... oh, yes. Of course.... go ahead, Marthril replied serenly.
Enjoy yourself, Zhenjai.
Thank you Marthril. Zhenjai jumped off of Marthril's lap, and walked toward Ar'rias.
Yes, brother?
Marthril nodded in reply as he watched her walk off. Ar'rias strolled calmly towards her and sniffed her nose. He blinked and stepped back in wonder.
"Um... welcome... I guess.., Ar'rias laughed.
Zhenjai just cocked her head to the side, and looked at her older brother.
Thanks...? Zhenjai replied, not knowing what to say.
Wanna play? I'm bored stiff... There's nothing to do... Ar'rias asked as he jumped up from the ground. He locked his large wings to the side, hoping that she would want to play with her older brother.
Sure, brother. She said as she locked her wings to her sides so they wouldn't get hurt. Then she pounced on him.
Because of his size, being slightly larger than that of his sister, Ar'rias kept himself from pouncing back and only tried to tickle Zhenjai with his tail.
Zhenjai's eyes grew big as his tail tickled her nose. Then she sneezed, knocking herself off of her brother, and rolling onto the floor.
Ar'rias laughed.
You alright? Sorry...
Zhenjai sneezed again, then replied,
Yes, of course. Then stood up, and jumped onto Ar'rias again.
Good! Ar'rias laughed, excitedly and pounded his wings.
Drazon glared and replied,
"That was not Amrevar."
Erador bristled slightly,
"You didn't answer my question...and now you're not making sense. Saying that it was Amrevar who hid himself from you...now you're changing your story? Out with it Drazon, please." Erador bore the knowledge of Amrevar's twin, Morac, perhaps Drazon was only confused. But why was he away on such other important things than fathering?
Erador's brother ate some dried caribou meat as his thoughts devided between Erador and Sincalia. Erador was allways prideful in following tradition, and making sure his family was healthy. Problem was, some induviduals didn't share his beliefs and attachments with family. Shifting back to Sincalia, he wondered of the future, plans of what might become. Where was she now? He couldn't bear being away from her...every morning at dawn? He yearned to spend entire days with her. Blast it, if only this war would end itself. At least he would have another thing to fight for, the companion of his heart.
Petting a re-assured wolf, Sincalia sat upon a rocky ledge, mind thinking of little else than recent events. She would miss this old way of life, if that be her choice to leave it. But another part glowed with the potential of a life's journey more profound than she ever thought possible. Erindor could make that journey's path possible. The wolf wagged its wild grey tail, its free brown eyes smiling up at her. She smiled back with a small chuckle, perhaps it was time for her to return back to those of her kind, even if there was only just one.
Entering Mavria's room once more, Amrevar's eyes turned to a white crib that glittered with a silver splendor and stood over the child who continued to cry. His pity for the infant grew deep within his heart, wishing he was capable of caring for the child himself, but he knew it would be such a risk to the babe's health. Picking Za'nix up gently, the Dark Lord wrapped the child in a white cloth, craddling him in his comforting arms. He took one last look upon Mavria's lifeless body before he left the room with a sorrowful tear in his eye. Leaving the castle corridors, Amrevar gazed up at the bright sky after he peered down at the child who had shushed its weeping and fell asleep feeling a sense of safety.
Amrevar's horse Deathrider arrived upon the cliff platform where he stood motionlessly in thought. Taking the horse's reins, the Dark Lord led the horse down a steep path that would take him to the dark forests below. He carefully made his way over great boulders and rocks that were in his way and Deathrider did not falter; it felt quite safe that its master was leading the way. When the mountain path ended at the very bottom of the mountain, Amrevar took caution in his movement as he mounted upon his horse so he would not disturb the infant. After making sure that the child was well, Amrevar motioned for his steed to gallop off into the dead forest before him, hoping that his father wouldn't attempt to take control of him once he arrived in the glorious Elven city of Sar'dan.
It bothers me that you are bothered, dear one. I can't have you wandering off all alone... Who knows what could have happened to you... Please... Do tell me what is troubling you... I worry greatly... Illatrius replied sadly.
Malias looked at her calmly before he spoke.
I am sorry, Illatrius... I am sorry to worry you. I can't explain why I feel so terrible. I can't quite touch it... There is something about Morac's name that gives me a frightened feeling... I wish I knew...
Malias, answers shall come in time... but I do hope that these feelings pass away, for there should be joy when battles do not grow nigh, even if war is upon us... We shouldn't be troubled with things that we cannot guess... Think of enjoying things, dear one... I miss seeing you smile... I despise it when you are like this. Illatrius looked at her rider in the eye and winked with a giggle that could only be heard as an echo in Malias' mind.
Please..?
Very well... and thank you, Illatrius. Your words are comforting, Malias responded as he hugged her neck, but then stepped back with a smile. Peering up at the sky, he noticed dark clouds pregnant with rain, swiftly drifting off towards Sar'dan's direction.
Please come into the infirmary... A storm is on its way.
Illatrius followed her rider into the infirmary, but she smiled noticing that his pains seemed to have left for the moment. Lighting flashed behind the white dragon as she passed through the corridors of the infirmary. She listened as the thunder that followed clashed and she smelt the moist air that would soon lead to the coming of rain. Turning her eyes to her rider she asked ,
I hope this storm passes quickly...
I as well, Malias said serenely, stopping only to gaze back through the open doors as rain began to fall heavily upon the earth. He deeply sighed, closing the doors before he looked up at the cieling in thought.
Seeing Ar'rias' wings pounding, she snapped hers open in attempt to knock him over, only to fail by crashing into him, wings once again locked to her sides.
Ar'rias nudged her with the tip of his soft snout.
One day you'll be big enough, he laughed and then tickled her again.
Some time later, Amrevar found himself traveling over steep ravines in the forest that became dark in the shadows of the gray clouds. Deathrider came into a gallop when the sound of thunder bellowed in the skies after lightning shot its brilliant yellow colors in the clouds. Rain came no sooner, drenching the travelers in cold water. The child awoke and began to cry in fear of the storm; the Dark lord did his best to comfort it, but there was nothing to sooth the infant from his fear. Deathrider at last arrived at the city after leaving the forest that took so much time voyaging through the rain. The horse came galloping into the city, heading towards the infirmary. Once at the infirmary, Amrevar pulled on his steed's reins to halt the black beast. The rain pounded upon them as lighting and thunder continued to rage.
Malias joined with his dragon farther off in the infirmary, but the two heard the corridors come crashing open and they rushed over into the room with terrible worry. Halting with a gasp, Malias saw his brother mounted upon a restless Deathrider who snorted in impatience. Lightning flashed behind them as the rain ceaslessly fell. The Dark Lord lead his horse into the infirmary to get out of the rain and the lord of Sar'dan ran to his brother's side. "What is happening?" Malias asked quickly.
"Nothing..." Amrevar replied as he handed the child to Malias. "I need you to care for Za'nix earlier for me... I cann't care for him on my own... I would risk the child's life I did... Please..." Nodding, Malias took the child into his own arms before returning his gaze to the Dark Lord. "I cannot stay... I must return to Mavenethar as soon as possible... You and your city shall be jeopordized if I do not..."
"I understand, but how can you not take care of Za'nix? What happened to Mavria?" Malias wondered. He tried to comfort the child that still had been crying in terrible fright.
"She... is dead... killed by our own father... I must.. leave now... I..." Amrevar looked down at Deathrider's head in grief as a tear escaped his eye dimmed in sorrow.
"I am sorry to hear that... Father has done enough to us... He needs to be brought down..." Malias sighed.
"He
is dead... I slayed him... but he still lives... if not in body... he is in spirit... controling me against my will..." Amrevar growled in frustration.
Before Amrevar could turn the horse around, Malias stopped him. "Be careful... on your road back..."
"Thank you," Amrevar thanked and his steed galloped off swiftly out of the infirmary, heading towards the mountains.
Malias took the child out of the room and headed down the hall with Illatrius at his side.
Zhenjai licked Ar'rias' snout, then laughed as he tickled her, and started pawing at him.
Laughing, Ar'rias rubbed his snout with his claws before he pawed at her as well.
In attempt to gain the upper hand, Zhenjai sprang upward, and opened her wings to glide(more like controlled fall, since she doesn't have properly grown wing muscles yet) over Ar'rias.
Ar'rias watched her glide over him and mumbeled in envy.
Blab.
As Ar'rias said that, Zhenjai hit the ground, and rolled to a stop.
I wish to fly... Brother, your older than me, do you know how to fly? She asked curiously.
Ar'rias shook his head.
No... but I wish the same as you that I could fly... I hate being...grounded... He laughed.
Gliding's boring... but...hm... We could glide off of the cliff and down into the forest... That would seem like flying... I guess...
Yes! Zhenjai said as she galloped over to the edge of the cave, and peered over the edge, then looked up at the sky, a drop of water spashing on her muzzle.
But it's rainng now... She turned back to Ar'rias, and said.
I don't know if we should glide in the rain. We could hit a thermal, and get knocked to the ground... She then looked at Marthril.
Ar'rias shrugged.
"Yes... you are right... I barely noticed the rain... Oh well. I suppose we are stuck in here then." His brittish accent was getting the better of him at the moment and he growled.
Attention drifting about again, Erindor watched the two hatchtlings with interest before standing and striding over to the pair. "You two seem quite eager to get off the ground, you'll need some more muscle before that though." He procured a wrapped package of dried meats from his pack, "you two must be hungry, here, eat something." Erindor kneeled on the cavern's stony floor and laid out the food ontop of a cloth.
Thank you! A'rias thanked before he began to nibble on the food.
Come on, Zhenjai!
Leading the horse through the rain and into the dense forest, Amrevar growled, muttering his anger beneath his breath. The destination he had in mind was Drazon and Illatrius's den, hoping that he would be able to settle the problems between he and his former dragon. The Dark Lord was glad that he had not brought his sword with him or else it could have caused more troubles. When he arrived, he dismounted from Deathrider and gazed up towards the cave.
This is going to be difficult, Amrevar thought uneasily.
I hope all is well... The Dark lord muttered a few words before disappearing into the darkness; he appeared from a black mist upon the cavern's ledge, but nearly gasped when he saw Erindor and Erador. He had hoped they wouldn't be here... but they might be able to help him in some way. Lightning crackled behind him as he gazed into the cave, walking forward to escape the pouring rain. "Hello..." he greeted, trying to smile. Then he peered over at Drazon when his smile faded into a slight grimace. "Drazon... I wish to speak with you..."
On more what could be considered 'normal' circumstances, Erador and Erindor would have likely tried to subdue Amrevar. From past events, Erindor merely only stood, and nodded in Amrevar's direction. Erador took his gaze off of Drazon, his clear-cut emerald eyes showing mild surprise for a brief moment when they focused on Amrevar.
"Amrevar...?" The emerald dragon sensed an intense sadness in the Dark Lord. Erador's expression softened, forgetting his conversation with Drazon for a moment.
"...oh, I apologise...I was speaking with Drazon about the egg that was presumably taken by Morac...perhaps you could coax more from him without coming to blows, or unnecessarily cold glares." Erador hoped to show the others that he and Erindor had no further quarry with Amrevar.
Yes? Amrevar asked calmly.
I shall do my best... I would not want to see problems arising...
Evidence of Erador's deteriorating cap on his frustration became evident when a growl echoed ever so softly from the depths of his throat when he looked upon Drazon again.
"Nor would I, but should there be, they'd be...dealt with quickly." The dragon smiled mockingly, in such a way that his lips raised completely above his hundreds of ivory white, half foot fangs secured into black gums. A set of four fangs, a good two feet in length each, paired two on top, and another two at the bottom bore drops of a clear venom on their tips.
"Well carry on then, I won't keep you..." said Erador calmly, adressing Amrevar as he sidestepped to the side, tactfully keeping himself in intervention range, should it be needed.
Amrevar gave out a small sigh, awaiting Drazon's response. He hoped this wouldn't end up in a fight.
Grinning from watching the two sibling hatchlings eat their offered meal, Erindor didn't notice a new visitor lurking in the shadows for him. The newcomer, invisible in the shade of rocks gave a soft yip, causing Erindor to turn around, and see some twenty feet before him, a wild gray wolf. Its eyes danced with the lights of the wild, as if to lead Erindor to something. He moved towards the wolf, but it jumped to the side, moving towards the cave's entrance. It ran out, carefully sprinting down the rocks that made up the cliff that Illatrius' and Drazon's den resided in. Normally, Erindor wouldn't pursue such an animal at his time, but he was drawn towards it, and sprinted with it down the rock faces, and back into the forest.
They ran side by side, like brothers of the wild, flashing by trees and small spring fed streams in the ancient, earthy forests. Within a few minutes of the chase, Erindor began recognizing some of the scenery from this morning. He smiled to himself, his mind fitting the pieces to a plausible answer. The wolf darted ahead, jumping clear over a small ravine to run beside a modestly sized river beyond. Erindor nimbly flew over the ravine in a single running stride, chasing after the wolf, more like following. Trees sometimes crossed their paths over the shores of the river, hindering, but not retarding their progress. Eventually, a dull roar met Erindor's ears. Mist followed through the woods in the air above the tannic acid tainted river. His lupine friend departed back into the woods, purposely to loose Erindor. Apparently, he had reached his destination.
Smiling, Erindor removed his swords, armour and tunic, setting them on the riverbank, some twenty yards from the river dropping from its course. He sprinted along the river bank, into the shallows, spraying water about his feet like millions of glittering liquid diamonds. With perfect form and accuracy, he leapt from the apex of the curtain of water, body folding into a spear, cutting the air without a whisper. Cleaving the water on entry with a minor splash, Erindor found himself in a small pond when he surfaced. Behind him the river flung itself over a thirty foot drop, dark, damp rocky ledges verdant with small plants and plentiful mosses. He shook his head, spraying water from his hair, feet and tail rhythmically treading water below him. A single note melted the air, as if to make the very elements jealous of the sweet vibration.
He turned to face the source, a smile spreading across his face when he spied Sincalia on an outcrop of rocks making up one bank of the pond. Erindor began to swim towards her with a practiced forward crawl, but halted when she held up a hand with a coy smile. With an effortless grace, she drove her body into the pond from an arcing leap, entry leaving not a ripple. Erindor pushed the water in front of him, moving him back as Sincalia surface a few feet in front of him. "I see you received my message well Erindor." She looked back at the rocky outcrop she leapt from, and in her previous place now stood that same wolf from before. Erindor grinned, "That I have, I knew that if I pursued him, he would lead me to you." "Did you now?" she said with an impressed tone amongst a delicately raised eyebrow. Erindor slicked his wet hair back, taking a moment to allow his lips to move into a unique smile. "Well...no, not at first. But in the manner that he was presented, I knew it was no animal happening to be in a dragon's den."
With hardly controlled mirth, Sincalia grinned and closed her eyes, swimming circles slowly around Erindor on her back. "So by deduction you knew that you would discover me again." Erindor watched her with fascination, head turning side to side as she swam around him. "Yes...but, I took the wolf's first appearance as a sign above all else first." Sincalia halted and treaded water before him, "you believe in signs?" "Everything is open to interpretation
...but there are some things that take dominating precedence over all others that will lead you on the right course." She chuckled, creating small ripples by moving her hand back and forth through the water, feelings its refreshing caress between her fingers and on her palm. "A simple yes would have sufficed you know." Erindor playfully flicked a small amount of water at her, "ah, it would have...but it would have gone without reason."
"Reason, is open to interpretation," she responded mockingly, chuckling at his open playfulness. She returned the favor with a twist of her wrist, wetting his already drenched nose some more. "Reason is interpretation." "Exactly," was the eloquent reply from Sincalia. "So how exactly am I supposed to interpret your reasoning?" Erindor treaded water in a circle, Sincalia following suite so that they revolved on opposite sides of some binding circle.
"But you already have, have you not?" "Have I? There were many ways to interpret your answer, chief among them however was the answer to my question. However, take what you said with some things taking a dominating precedence over all others to lead you on the right course." The pair halted in the water as she looked upon him gently, and seriously in the eye, "what, Erindor, is your dominating precedence right now?" Deciding to leave little other interpretation for this answer, Erindor treaded towards her, hands grasping hers gently in the water, eyes gazing into hers. "You're my dominating precedence."
Drazon thought for a long moment,"Very well, oath breaker."
Erador observed Drazon with interest for a brief moment, "do you begin all your conversations with some action or words of anger or discontent?" It wasn't so much a question as pointing out an annoying behavioral trait.
The grief finally took hold of the Dark Lord, now trembling at the loss he had suffered earlier in the day. He was left speechless, trying to ignore Drazon's comment. Amrevar knew that the dragon was enraged, possibly thinking that his former master had taken the egg out of sheer greed and the bitterness of envy. The words 'oath breaker' stained him with past memories that brought him great shame. Needing help with his use of words, he tried to think of the best way to speak to Drazon without disturbing that peace that still held true within the cavern. No right words came to him; he was in need of aid. He needed to tell Drazon the truth, why all this tragedy has happened, but the grief held him back. Finally capable, he looked up at Drazon through an eye that shed tears of sorrow. "Please... I... I wish for you to listen to what... I have to say. I do not wish for peace to be disrupted here... between us... All must be kept calm... I need you to hear me... I cannot ask you to promise me... because of the vows I have broken... The vows held between us..."
Running back to Marthril from the entrance to the cave, Zhenjai sat next to him, never taking her eyes off of the conversation in the cave.
Drazon growled at Erador, then picked up Amrevar in his mighty claws and flew off,"For privacy."
"Very well Drazon, but you do not escape my conversation with you, I'll meet with you later..." Erador growled, not because he was particularly upset with Drazon, but because of the overall missed attempts at diplomacy. The emerald dragon put a wing over the nest and the last egg, his hunter's eyes on the look out. Erador peaked at the final egg under his wing, he too wondering why it was not hatching. With great care, Erador positioned his left ear to rest upon the egg. When he heard nothing from within, he frowned sadly. Erador however stayed his ear to the egg, hoping to hear the tiny percussions of a drumming heart.
Erindor watched tensely, barely able to wait for the reply as Sincalia took a few moments to lean her head back into the water, hair fanning out around her. "I am to lead you on the correct course is that what you are saying Erindor?" "We will lead each other, if our priorities decide to become such." Sincalia lifted her head from the water and looked at him with a burning intensity, not unlike the feelings he had for her. "Then you've stated one of your priorities readily...but what of the rest of your priorities? Where do they lie? With whom? With what?" She sighed sadly, "because you are a rider, you must have many priorities in your life." Erindor smiled weakly, but comfortingly, and put a single finger to her lips. "Why do you think I said that you...you are my dominating precedence." She gently moved his silencing finger from her lips, folding her fingers around his in an embrace, "You're willing to sacrifice all that, for me?"
For a time, all that was audible was the dull roar of the waterfall, the patter of the rain on the water. Despite the storm, it held a certain beauty with the crystalline rain falling from the varying gray skyscape, changed every second by winds. The rain allowed Sincalia to hide a drop of water escaping from her eye, though she wished that it wouldn't have been shrouded so in a way. Erindor brushed the tear away amongst the many rain drops on her face with his thumb, "I am willing when I can." He responded with a quiet sadness. She nodded and smiled with a short confused laugh, the tears on her face numbering even more. "What happens when you cannot?" He looked down, eyes tightly closed. Lifting his head again, Erindor opened his eyes, their depths just as emotional as Sincalia's, "...I-I, I don't know..." he answered truthfully, words so soft they were almost drowned out by the water's dance around them.
Gripping his hand tighter, a small, soft cry of desperation escaped her lips. The sound drove through Erindor's soul, not wanting to make her so sad. Smiling sadly, he reached a hand to her hair, caressing it gently, whilst his thumb parted the bangs crossing her fair face. She smiled and closed her eyes, head tilting against his affectionate touch. It was some time more before she responded with words, "...then, it is in a great part going to be my sacrifice then. But will it be one? I know not...I only know of the life I have lived out here, not inside those great cities far from here." Erindor paused before his reply, "only when you are ready." His soul sang and body tingled, stomach doing somersaults when she smiled gratefully. "I will be ready when it is necessary for me to be so." Erindor sighed happily, "Then there's no rush, for our sacrifices will be equal in the end." "That they will, I just have hope that all will work out as it should." "That, is a question of fate my dear," crooned Erindor. "But it was fate that united us, so have no fear of the future, just be present."
Understood... Amrevar replied when he felt Drazon wrap his talons around him.
Drazon flew his former rider about a mile and a half away before sitting him down,"Now speak, and be quick."
Amrevar felt the despair overwhelm him and a tear dripped to the ground. I... I appologize for all that I've done to you, Drazon... I've done so much wrong... Especially to you. I realize that just an appology isn't enough, so I will do all that I can to make things better again... Everything... is falling apart for me... I can sense my death drawing nigh..." The regretful dark lord was shaking from head to foot with nervousness and the very tips of his fingers were tingling from his fear.
Drazon grew pity for Amrevar deep within his chest, lowering his head to Amrevar's eye level. He set a calming hum sound in his throut as he considered what Amrevar was saying. <i>He's affraid... he thought, Hm...I wonder...what he will do or say when I suggest to be his rider again... Drazon pushed into Amrevar's mind in order to continue what had begun. Amrevar... I pity you and you have my solemn forgiveness...Me I remain by your side to help you? To be your loyal dragon again? I will return the mark of the dragons upon you if you wish...
Amrevar's eyes went wide with astonishement. No! Drazon! I can't have you do this! not for me! Not for no one! Do you understand?? Then he wrapped his arms around Drazon's neck as the chill of his tears soaked his face. No...not for me... I can't... That's a risk to you life...No...I'm not going to have you die, Drazon! My cares for you have not ceased! you must remain by Illatrius's side! You must remain a free dragon! He backed away from Drazon and his sorrow was plainly evident on his face where the streams glowed in the moonlight. Drazon...go to her...if you become my dragon and if Sar'dan kills me...you will die as well...I will NOT have that...
As you wish... but if circumstances arise when possibly Malias pardons you, YOU will be my rider and i decide upon no one else...understood? Drazon peered straight into Amrevar's eyes. I will return for you, even if you decline... Good bye, Amrevar. Then Drazon lift off into the air and vanished into the dark.
...Good bye... was Amrevar's only response as grief pained his throut. After watching Drazon leave, he took for the shadows among the trees.
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