RDM RP Page #16
Six Months Later
Six months had passed since the eggs had hatched within Drazon and Illatrius's wondrous cavern domain, but no one was at ease due to great silence coming from both the Dark Empire and Amrevar's decietful, twin brother Morac. But now that the hatchlings have become old enough to secrete fire, many shall depend upon them to help aid the beautiful city of Sar'dan to defend her from her dark attackers; though, the last of the eggs had not hatched during the time that passed them by. Many were beginning to wonder if the dragon was even alive within the egg, but the young dragon was still yet awaiting for a special rider to obtain him. More eggs were lain within the den by the Starlight Dragon Illatrius; no one had yet been chosen for their rider. Time seemed to grow thin for the Elven Lord as the pains within his body slowly grew worse over time, but there was hope for him still.
Still others enjoyed the calm days thorougly, dancing around each other with acts of romance. Erindor tried with all his will every single day of the one-hundred and eighty-five days to escape his shackles of reality, and explore the fruits of life. When he could, the emerald rider would spend entire days with his new beloved Sincalia, finding new texture and colour in life. His whole sense of the world broadened beyond his considerable imagination. One could certainly argue that love had been brewing between the pair since their first meeting six months ago.
Though their true feelings towards each other lay unspoken, they use every willful action to express their passion for each other. It was complete, and entire bliss for Erindor, and likewise Sincalia. To her, it was as if half her life suddenly fell perfectly into place, a harmony so great with Erindor that she sang openly with her every daily activity. There was still one thing keeping the couple apart, and that was civilization and the wild. That contrast kept them at a certain point where neither could move forward, Sincalia needed to be ready. Even still, Erindor planned to have her visit the great city of Sar'dan in the coming days.
Erador had a less exciting experience than his brother Erindor did over the past half of a year. The immense, stunningly emerald dragon devoted more time with his own kind Illatrius and Drazon. When they were away, he'd volunteer to guard the nest and its precious eggs. Erador had nothing but joy for his brother, often finding himself offering relationship advice for Erindor. The emerald dragon was the only other besides Erindor to build a relationship with Sincalia, as it was the way of the rider and dragon relationship. Whatever feelings one or the other had for others, the other would share the feelings.
Overall he was bored, however enjoyed his increasing off duty time with instructing the the novice flier, Zhenjai how to exploit every resource the wind had to offer. Since her increased development, Erador has offered any free time necessary to tutor her in the draconian arts of flight. He must say, she's his best student. With the remainders of his unoccupied time, he occupied it with lounging in the sun. This sometimes all-day basking caused Erador's scales to be more magnificently coloured than usual, like a forest after a late spring rain. He couldn't help but sense that some form of end was near. An end to what? He did not know...only the future will tell.
Zhenjai, and Marthril, over the past time were training together, always strengthening the bonds between dragon and Rider. She'd been practicing with Erador whenever she could, ever since she had gained the ability to use fire. She wanted to use it one day to save the world she knew. The dragon had also become one of Erador's students, learning flying abilities and techneques when Marthril was busy at the castle, or whenever she had free time. Erador was a great instructor.
She had grown much larger, and the tables had turned; she couldn't sit in Marthril's lap but he sat in hers if he needed to recline. Zhenjai had also gotten big enough to fly with Marthril on the back, and loved the thrill of the air surging over her scaled body. Marthril and Zhenjai were becoming true dragon and Rider.
Running swiftly through the forest, came Marthril with a bright smile upon his face. His beautiful dragon Zhenjai was not in sight, but he knew she was there; he never had a friend so faithful and enjoyed being with her during the time he had free to himself. Their bond had grown stronger since the day they had first met and nothing could separate Rider from Dragon. Dodging passed the trees, Marthril touched her mind,
Zhenjai, where are you? Are you alright? I am beginning to miss you. He felt the gentle breezes of early autumn upon his face as he continued to dash passed the trees whom still held a green tint to their gorgeous leaves that gleamed in the sunlight. The joy of life raced through him as he waited for Zhenjai’s response; he never felt so alive.
Theria was strolling through the forest as her Starlight dragon Ar'rias strode beside her. He had also grown quite large for his age, yet, even though he wanted to fly with Theria, her fear of hieghts kept them back from soaring through the sky together as dragon and Rider. He had come to being a quite humorous being along with his Brittish accent that Theria loved so much. Just like his mother, he had grown to speak the human language without having to use his telapathic abilities and he talked quite often. Theria became a bit taller than what she was a half year ago, but she was still not old enough to use the magic of the Dragon Rider although she wished she could. Sighing, she peered up at the sky in thought as she continued on her path in the forest west of Sar'dan. She intended to stay near to the city due to the contstant rumors she's been hearing about her uncle Morac prowling the shadows by the mountainside.
"I miss you too, little one." Said Zhenjai as she took a running leap into the forests that held Marhtril. Using Marthril's mind to guide her, the sun was suddenly black above Marthril.
"Don't struggle..." Said Zhenjai, laughing, waiting for Marthril's confused responce.
Struggle? what do you mean by that? Marthril asked in absolute wonder.
"This!" Zhenjai responded in pure laughing joy as she suddenly dove to the forest floor. Carefully, she grabbed the cuff of Marthril's tunic, and supported the rest off his body with her feet. As her back legs coiled and sprung them into the air once more, she shifted her forarms protecting her Rider from the trees attempting to grab them as the gained altitude.
"Grab onto my head." She said as she twisted her neck around, hovering in the air, and set Marthril on her saddle.
"How are you little one?" She said as she waited for Marthril to buckle the leg straps.
"Just remember that its usually good to let your rider buckle his legstraps before takeoff," Pointed out Erador with amusement. The magnificent emerald dragon corkscrewed from a cloud, gliding a few hundred meters away from the pair.
"Remember to use your tail as a rudder Zhenjai."
Taking her gleaming eye off of Marthril she turned her head to Erador, then guiltily said
"Yes, Erador." She said then chuckled as she said,
"I didn't want to defeat the elemet of suprise this time though."
Zhenjai nodded as she said
"My tail as a rudder. Right. There's just so many things to learn when flying, it gets a little confusing. I'm sure it'll just take time for me to do it without thinking." She then turned her head so she could view Erador out of one eye, and Marthril from the other.
After he strapped himself in, Marthril felt his heart race after that stunt Zhenjai pulled on him. He gasped for breath as he laughed in sheer enjoyment.
I'm well. Thank you...and how about yourself, Zhenjai... and thank you for... dropping in...
"I think I scared my Rider to near death!" Zhenjai crooned softly, and nuzzed Marthril.
"I'm sorry."
Zhenjai laughed at Marthril's words,
"Erador, Marthril, shall we proceed forward?"
"We shall" Pronounced Erador with a mental grin, falling into a steep dive with his wings clasped at his sides. The air vibrated deeply when the emerald dragon snapped open his wings to glide just over the pair, letting his wingtip vorticies jar Zhenjai slighly.
"Feel what my wings do to the air, try to compensate. This is a common tactic used between fighting dragons, to rob the other of flight using turbulance."
Trying to remember all the lessons he'd lea=rned from Erador, she twisted her tail slightly, and pulled in her right wing an inch or two, balencing out until the currents in the air settled.
"Sorry for the bummpy ride, Marthril. I'm still learning. Are you ok? ...How did I do Erador?"
"Good, now to take that to the next step. After a dragon cannot disrupt another dragon's flight path like that, this will usually occur," Erador stated simply. The thing that would usually occur next the emerald dragon illustrated by flying closer and closer to Zhenjai, his emerald belly closing the space between Marthril's head and Zhenjai.
"Now what do you do?"
"Lay flat and hold on tight, Marthril." Said Zhenjai, even though she knew he was strapped on tightly. But before Marthril had time to react, Zhenjai corkscrewed downward, coiling her legs, then thrusting them out at Erador, her tail lashing, aimed at his face, and stomach.
"Uh!" The frustration in the voice was clear, although she was addressing no one.
"My stomach is my most vulnerable spot! If Erador had his claws outward, he could've hurt me eonugh to be able to kill me, and the drop would surely kill Marthril!" She let out a mental sigh, then put the matter at the back of her mind to think about later, so she could concentrat on the current task at hand.
Erador let out a happy bugle,
"Good! Self defense in that situation was a great idea." He however made things difficult for the young dragon by locking his wings at his sides, plummeting towards her at twice the speed she was travelling. Fluttering his wings slightly, he spun like a drill, with a dead aim for Zhenjai's rump.
"Evasion will be difficult! Try to predict the many ways your action will cause me to react, and plan accordingly!" He warned her, closing in, fast.
Zhenjai had learned how to think quickly in bad situations, and she hopped she had made the right choice, out of the many possibilities that came to her mind. Quickly she tried the trick Erador had 'showed' her earlier, and shifted the turbulence in the air.
Hold on! She mentally shouted to Marthril as she locked her wings, and dove strait down. When she got near the forest, she shifted her wings, making a perfect loop, and hovered above the forest.
"Don't be frightened!" Erador warned dropping lower than Zhenjai, and exploded a deadly torrent of flame from his maw, shredding the trees and foliage in his way. He gained lift again and inverted himself, flying his armored belly beneath Zhenjai,
"Now if I were an enemy, I'd be in the position to rip at your wings with my claws! Even have a death bite in your neck. It’s a size thing, since I'm larger, I've more reach...but you're smaller, and more maneuverable." He winked mentally, an obvious hint.
Zhenjai, smiled, taking the hint; anm idea forming in her draconic mind. She waited until Erador was close, but not too close. Only far enough so he wouldn't be able to get her, but close enough for him to not be able to react to her next attack. She suddenly folded her wings, and immediatly dropped below below Erador. She snapped her left wing open to swing her around, and grabbed Erador's lower coller bone, and poked his neck with her nose.
"Who's got a death bite to the neck now?" She asked, knowing that she didn't have the advantage of ripping his guts out, and knowing he could very well rip her throat out if she hadn't been so close to where his neck conected to his jaw.
"If this were a battle, you'd have surely won by now, but I'd've snapped your neck in my maw now." She grinned mentally.
"Fiesty, I like that in my students...but I must point out, you cannot fit your maw around my neck yet." Erador observed grinning widely. Zhenjai would make an excellent flier.
"So...I think that about ends our lesson...well...one more thing." Suddenly, Erador dissapeared.
"Find me..." His voice echoed, teasing her on.
"Wha-?" She was confused at first when Erador dissapered. She then tried to locate him by locking onto his thoughts.
Whatever snipits of Erador's mind she managed to locate, she would find an iron wall that would lead her elsewhere.
"A good tactic for tracking those of lesser mind, but trained dragons have the strongest minds in this world. Use your instincts...and a hint, dragons have a seventh or eigth sense depending on how you look at it." Zhenjai heard a mental sigh,
"How exactly do you hunt again?"
"Well, there's more than one way to hunt... Scent is one..."
Zhenjai said, sniffing the air to pick up the comforting sent of Erador. He'd been there even before she'd hatched, so she felt secure near him.
"Good, scent is one of the ways to find an invisible target...but there's one really easy one that'll make me show up like a flaming christmas tree in the sky. Think about using your eyes...or actually, I should say, what are those six pockets three on their side of your snout used for?" His voice paused,
"Remember back to the lessons...reptiles, some snakes, have the ability to sense their prey in the dark why?"
"Heh, then my second assumption was right." Said Zhenjai fondly as she adjusted her eyes to see heat.
"I spy you, Erador!" said Zhenjai happily as she saw a draconic shaped pocket of heat.
Erador grinned widely, letting off fireworks of fireballs, exploding harmlessly in the sky in celebration.
"Excellent!" He exclaimed happily, releasing his light spell to allow light to reflect off of him naturally.
"And when you're close enough, you can spy your enemy's heart...for it will be the hottest, or a whitish shade. There you strike, and defeat your foe if you've the weapon and opportunity." The great emerald dragon glided alongside Zhenjai, a proud smile on his face,
"Good work today, as always, flying isn't so much doing the action, as it is using the mind to fly for you, and you use your body to duplicate your mind."
Zhenjai smilled, then licked Erador on the nose, laughing.
"Thank you, Eardor. With all that you're teaching me, I'll be sure to have an advantage." She then snaked her long neck to allow her to view Marthril, while still keeping an eye out for what lay ahead.
"Marthril..." She asked,
"Are you still conscious back there? It's best to get used to it early on, but..." She said, her voice trailing off.
"He will be fine, won't you Marthril?" Erador paused waiting for a reply, which caused him a troubled grin.
"Oh...this reminds me of one of the first times I was flying with Erindor...I decided to uh...show off to some female dragon who was nearby. Forgot Erindor was still in the saddle..."
Zhenjai listened intently as the story progressed.
"It was some of the most cordinated flying I had ever done in my life...flowing from one form to the next. It was as if the air was water, and I could just swim through it. I didn't take my time however, and combined speed with agility, making for some nasty g-forces." He paused, letting the ancient memory come back to him,
"Oh yes...I was so smitten by this dragoness that I just had to utterly impress her. I roughly suceeded...as she became my mate for the next four millenia." Erador paused again, grinning, "
When I had convinced her to land after a tricky chase...it was then I finally noticed that Erindor was, uh...unconcious."
He chuckled,
"Life isn't perfect I decided, but the dragoness was kind enough to help out...then I changed my opinion afterwards slightly, well...until a millenia ago." His final words were somber,
"Well I don't think that needs uncovering...and its getting late, best be back to Sar'dan." The great emerald dragon turned wing gradually, and looped towards the magnificent city sparkling in the late afternoon light.
Zhenjai laughed slightly at the dragon's memories. She then followed Erador, heading to Sar'dan.
Wait, Zhenjai... We can't return to Sar'dan...yet... I have to meet Theria and Ar'rias in the forest. I promised them... Marthril laughed.
But although... the flight was terrific!
Zhenjai turned her wings backward a bit to slow their flight. She nods, and says,
"I'm glad you're alright, Marthril." Zhenjai then turns her head to Erador.
"Marthril must meet Theria and my brother, Ar'rias. Shall I see you back at Sar'dan, Erador?"
"Of course, go and stay safe. I've trust in you, farewell Zhenjai." Erador responded simply but with hints of emotion.
Now I wonder where Erindor is? Erador thought to himself, knowing actually where he was, just not specifically on the exact location. The emerald dragon eclipsed the sun from Sar'dan's view temporarily on his approach, intending to have a nice rest and meal later.
"Goodbye, and thank you Erador." Said Zhenjai as she drifted back toward the forest, calling to Theria and Ar'rias' minds,
"Brother, Theria; Marthril and I shall be there momentarily..." Zhenjai then adjusted her eyes to see heat, rather than color to make finding them eaiser.
Where are you my love?, Erindor thought to himself, crouching low like a cat stalking prey. Sincalia and him were engaging in, some...sport hunting, of each other. His keen nose could smell her intoxicating scent everywhere, she was a good huntress, and had spread the perfume around the entire woods. Scent lost to him, he depended next on his ears, not helping much as the forest was rather alive at the time. Squirrels chattered at him from high above in their trees. Birds flew from branch to branch, twittering giddily. Normally, Erindor would have enjoyed the outdoorsy bliss, but now it was really starting to get to him. He was about to make a move into a ravine to his right when a blob of white dropped on his bare shoulder.
"Blast it..." He glared upwards, seeing a rather fat pigeon grinning stupidly down at him. It seemed to be the final straw, and he knocked an arrow on a bow he was borrowing from Sincalia. He took careful aim for the bird, and shot. The bolt hissed through the air, but a crack resounded through the air as another arrow snapped his straight in half. "You can't hide from me Erindor," Sincalia's amused voice drifted over the small knoll behind him. Erindor rolled his eyes, grinning, and leapt into the air, spinning forwards a total of three times, more dull tipped bolts zipping through the air around him from Sincalia. "But I can run!" He exclaimed over his shoulder running like wildfire.
Erindor was able to evade her for a good quarter of an hour, and he took refuge momentarily under an eroded stream bank, drinking the clear water and washing the pigeon dump off his shoulder. "Why is it that the hunter always becomes the hunted?" He asked himself openly, before mentally berating himself, seeing the water distorted reflection of his beloved standing on the bank above him. "Oh where...oh where...could my dear Erin be?" She crooned teasingly, slowly walking around the bank. Thinking quickly, Erindor grasped a sturdy root in his right hand, and pulled with all his might, hoping the root would not give. Flicking his entire body over the bank of the river, there was utter silence as he spun on axis through the air. Sincalia didn't take notice, yet, as her back was turned.
Sketh...this is gonna hurt, he thought as the world spun around him.
Now tumbling down hill, crashing into such things as rocks, stumps, trees, downed twigs and branches, Erindor spun up debris behind him, acquiring hundreds of scratches and a few good bruises. It seemed the hill would never end, especially now when he suddenly started rolling head over feet instead of side over side. Coming off of a nice rocky ledge, Erindor slid on his back, flying through the air and landing face up in a bed of leaves. "Oooohhhhhhwww
wwwww..." He groaned in mild discomfort, eyes clenched shut. His head was still spinning, even for a rider used to corkscrews and barrel rolls through the air at near the speed of sound, nothing could compare to rolling about five hundred some feet down a steep, debris riddled embankment to a small eroded ravine.
When he dared open his eyes again, he saw the beautiful form of his beloved, Sincalia standing over him with a look on her face as if she was trying desperately hard not to laugh, "I win again." She said smugly, tagging him on the arm with a blue pigment from an improvised soft arrow tip. Erindor tried to sit up, but his head spun again, and he fell back. "That's only two out...out of...uh..." "Two," Sincalia added smugly setting her bow and quiver to the side and laying beside him, resting on an elbow. She reached out and put a calming hand to his forehead, stroking her fingers through his dense mane of hair. "Heyyyy..." Erindor crooned softly through a grin. "Hey yourself," She said. "So the big bad warrior is not so big and bad afterall," Sincalia jested with a saucy wink. "Hey, I'd have to say maybe not bad...but still big," Erindor retorted weakly.
"Of course my big hunter," She crooned, putting an extra silly emphasis on the word; big. Erindor laughed, suddenly getting up and wrestling her into a pile of leaves. He held both her hands, each other trying to gain an advantage over the other. As Erindor had found out before, Sincalia was quite strong, and flipped the both of them over with her tail, leaving Erindor on the bottom again. He sagged his head back and let out an exhausted sigh, giggling. "I win again," She mused, putting a finger on Erindor's nose, causing him to wrinkle it. "A gentleman always lets the lady win..." Erindor said in a tired fashion. "Oh really? Is that so? Then does a gentleman run around the woods without his shirt on, getting all dirtied up, all for hunting his beloved?"
"Yes," Erindor responded, laughing. Sincalia squawked with a short burst of surprise and laughter when Erindor flipped the both of them, putting her on the bottom. "I win," He proclaimed happily, bending a little further to kiss her. She smiled during the kiss, and afterwards, "Fine, you win, my big hunter." Erindor smiled, eyes closed, "That's better" He crooned, before they kissed again, this one not seeing any foreseeable end to it.
Zhenjai, seeing her brother and his Rider, roared happily to note them of their arrival. The dragon then dove through the trees, carefully so as not to let the branches harm Marthril. She silently landed on the ground next to them, lowering her body to the ground to make it easier for Marthril to jump off.
Thank you, Zhenjai, Marthril thanked with a smile. Then he turned his eyes to Theria. "Hello, Theria. How are you?"
"I'm great!" she shouted as she ran up an hugged him tightly. "What about you?"
"I'm well. Thank you." Marthril hugged her back.
Ar'rias nodded towards Zhenjai's direction. Hello, dear sister. Good to see you again."
"Good too see you again too, brother!" She laughed as she nugded him. Zhenjai then turned to Marthril. "Do you and Theria need Ar'rias and I for anything soon?" She asked, hoping to take to the skies and play with her brother.
Not really... but if you wish to go anywhere... Don't take too long. I need to report to the castle. My father might want me for something, Marthril replied with a smile as he turned towards Zhenjai. But... have fun.
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