RDM RP Page #17
Leaving the dining hall, Malias folded his arms as he came down a long, white hallway. He came into the throne room and peered over at his throne in deep thought. He had hoped that this war would end soon, for it seemed like it was the longest war Sar'dan had ever dealt with; the people were also growing impatient. Illatrius met him after she entered through the open castle doors that allowed light to enter into the palace. Malias smiled at her, glad that she had come to visit him. "It is good to see you, Illatrius... How are things in your den?"
"It is good to see you as well, dear one and all is going well. Thank you... and how about yourself? I missed you," the Starlight dragon replied, joyfully.
"Alright, Marthril. Just call." Zhenjai said as she lowered her sparkling eye to Marthril's. She then flicked her tounge along his cheek, then turned and play-nipped Ar'rias on his foot; inviting him to play. She the flew off through the trees into the sky above.
Erador banked into his final turn in his glide towards Sar'dan's white marble castle. He beat his wings a total of three times, like his usual, and landed in the central courtyard. He had half a mind to go see Illatrius to give her news of her daughter's flight skills. The emerald dragon folded his wings, then strode into the castle, having to duck slighly through the exterior doors to the courtyard. He nodded respectfully at passerbys as he strolled easily through a few corridors, many choosing to bow or curtsy.
The muscled dragon stopped by the throne room's closed doors. He knew Illatrius and Malias were within, but he didn't want to impose. "Blast, why don't they make doorbells for dragons?" Instead, he tapped claw against the doors, creating a dull boom of sorts. Waiting patiently, his mind wandered back to Illatrius' and Drazon's den and the nest within it. Normally he would have gone straight to the cave to guard the eggs in case Drazon was out.
Erindor had lossed all track of time with Sincalia. Their lips parted, eyes opening to witness each other in the late evening light of a sunset. He just couldn't hold it in anymore, he just had to say it. With the caress of the warm slight breeze, golden light filtering dreamily through the leaves, Erindor took upon this moment to fully realize all the natural beauty in this world as he gazed into Sincalia's blue eyes above him. Erindor took a silent breath, held it for a moment, and gave voice to his heart, "I, I love you...I love you Sincalia."
Her eyes welled with tears, pure gratitude flowing from them. She wrapped her arms around underneath him, and hugged him, fair head resting on his chest. There then existed such harmony between the two, they felt as though they had become one, but one still had a knot in his throat. He closed his eyes and hugged her closer, reveling in her presence. The warm afternoon made him doze lightly, but he stirred when Sincalia nuzzled his neck. Erindor's curious emerald eyes opened slowly, a smile playing across his lips again. He heard her take a breath, and then the words that would set his soul free; "I love you...I love you too Erindor." Sincalia said, her words thick with the emotion.
Daylight was dying quickly, the refreshing breezes becoming steadily cooler. Yet they still lay there in the leaves out in the wilderness, reveling in joy and each other, not wanting to be anywhere else besides beside one another. Erindor was the first to speak, "I think my duties can wait another night...or day." "Oh really? How so?" Sincalia asked innocently, looking into his eyes. He chuckled, "How so? I say so, that's how its so." "Well then, in that case...I think that outside is no place to spend the night." "Depends on how the night is spent my dear," Erindor crooned, running his hand through her hair.
Finding themselves at Sincalia's abode, stars winking at them from above they went inside. Sincalia kindled a fire that was already burning, stoking the hot coals. "Are you hungry?" She inquired, though leaving the nature of hungry up for grabs. Erindor sprawled on the delightfully soft fur covered floor, "Depends on what you're serving." Erindor responded catily. She grinned and stood over him, then rested herself ontop of him, her chin propped up by her overlapping hands. "Whatever you want my big hunter." She kissed him on his neck, moving her affections slowly to his lips. "Mmm...its a good we've similar tastes then." He crooned with a wink, chasing her lips with his. Sincalia chuckled, "Shut up and eat." Such was the prelude to what would be a passionate night.
Malias had two Elven gaurds open the twin, marbled doors for Erador and he greeted the great dragon with a smile. "Hello, Erador. It's good to see you hear." Illatrius laid down beside her Rider, keeping her bright eyes on their visitor.
"Good evening, Erador," she said blissfully.
"Good evening to you both!" He strode easily into the white marbled room, very much liking the statelyness of it.
"Pleasure seeing you again Malias, I've been too busy with Zhenjai and guarding the nest that I've been away from here for some time." Erador sat sphynx like on the floor,
"Pardon me if I've intruded, but I wished to speak with Illatrius about Zhenjai, I would like your inputs as well Malias."
I understand, Malias replied calmly and Illatrius nodded, giving off a warm smile.
It is alright. You are always welcome, he continued.
Of course, Illatrius said joyfully.
Erador smiled and continued,
"Zhenjai's flight training has been going well. She's learning to think fast, and she's quite fiesty. Promising to be a great huntress. Zhenjai is also a natrual flier, really only needs to do it more often, which is no problem because she loves the wind under her wings almost twenty-four, seven. Though having her accomodate flying with a rider is a little, well Marthril got a little ride today lets just say." He chuckled,
"Oh your son is fine Malias," the emerald dragon reassured seeing the look on the man's face.
"Speaking of Marthril, Erindor has expressed an interest in helping Marthril develop some of the skills necessary for a rider. I know you've contributed a lot Malias in that area for your son, but because of your injury...I don't mean to be rude, but Erindor feels that." He paused, choosing his words wisely,
"We feel that Marthril needs to be instructed further by a more able bodied rider."
I'm glad to hear that my daughter is doing well, Erador. It pleases me greatly. Thank you so much for your willingness to help her in her training, Illatrius thanked softly to Erador.
Drazon will be pleased as well.
After laughing for a little bit, Malias folded his arms with a sigh, but his smile never faded.
Yes, Erindor may. I have no objections, for I know that I cannot train Marthril myself. Give your rider my thanks.
"I shall Malias, and I'm glad. He'll be honnored to help train Marthril." The dragon turned his smile towards Illatrius,
"You're quite welcome, I'm very glad to be able to train your daughter." He paused and sighed happily, looking out of the room's great windows.
"Nightfall...Drazon is with the eggs tonight so I think I shall stay in the castle. Oh and...where's Erindor? Has he not shown up yet? I can't contact him, he's secluded himself from my mind."
Hm... I'm not sure. I hope he turns up soon... It's been a while... Malias said, peering up at the cieling.
"That it has," commented Erador whilst standing.
"Has he told you of Sincalia?" A certain feeling dropped heavily in his stomach.
Oh bugger...he hasen't. Erador thought to himself.
No, he hasn't, Malias answered serenly.
"Bugger..." Erador had promised his brother not to reveal her until Erindor himself waltzed into the gates of Sar'dan with Sincalia at his side.
"Then forget that I said it, I'd be trodding on my trust with Erindor if I did, I apologise." The dragon sighed lightly,
"I think its best that I go now and leave you two in peace, goodnight my friends." He paused and nuzzled Illatrius quickly on the neck, out of thanks, then strode from the hall.
Very well, Malias replied.
Farewell. I hope to see you again soon, Erador. You and Erindor.
Good-bye, Erador,"Illatrius said, smiling.
Erador walked in a lonesome manner back to his chambers in one of the great turrets of the castle. He didn't have the heart to fly, and gave a meek smile when greeted in the corridors. At long last it seemed he arrived at the top of the turret's central spiral staircase and proceeded into his quarters, finding his cozy, recessed circular dias to curl up in a catlike manner.
The dragon sighed, prodding open one of the great windows with his muzzle, the cool night air streaming in. For the first time in his great long life, he felt old, and very lonely. He was now just another weapon of war, but an archaic one at best. The chilly air made him shiver, himself now feeling a degree more frail. Erador closed the window with his teeth and snuggled into a shivering tight ball, letting sleep sweep away his troubles.
Just before passing into unconciousness
, a feeling of youth, vitality and joy ballooned inside him, chasing away his imagined feelings of old age, and replacing them with the sense of his natural strengths. Erador sighed happily, the world seeming so much warmer now, silly to think that he, Erador, was getting old. It would be a few hundred more millenia before the years caught up to him in the slightest. With the warm truth by his hearts, Erador's mind rested inside its living castle, thoughts giving way to dreams like smoke from a slumbering candle.
Ar'rias laughed as he followed his sister into the skies. What did you plan on doing? he wondered happily.
Zhenjai thought about that question for a moment, then said, "Well I really wasn't sure..." She said uncertain.
Grinning, Ar'rias didn't respond, but only tackled her. Ha!
Zhenjai quickly locked her wings to her sides, and dropped out of her brother's grasp. "You won't be a ble to beat me now! I've been learning from Erador!!!" She said, slightly taunting Ar'rias, almost daring him to attack her.
Ha! Ar'rias laughed. We'll just see about that, won't we?! He tackled her.
Zhenjai responded by latching onto him, her grip tight, wings fully closed, yet one wing cocked upward a bit to make their decent spiral.
Hey! Quit it, you! Ar'rias laughed, trying to shake her off. What are you doing!?
Zhenjai laughed, and at the last second of the drop, opened her wings to let the glide peacefully along the canopy of the forest.
Hey! Ar'rias laughed.
Hey what?! Laughed Zhenjai to her brother.
Uh...nevermind... Ar'rias followed her with a slight laugh.
I was just kidding brother... She said and slowed down a bit to nudge him. Zhenjai then asked, How've you been since I last saw you, Ar'rias?
He he... I've been great! Never been better! How about yourself, dear sister? Ar'rias asked with excitement and nudged her back.
'Great!' Said Zhenjai in mind-speach, laughing. Then she reached out her neck, and licked him on the nose.
Theria sighed and looked up at the sky. "I miss father... It seems like he's becoming more distant...but for what?"
"I'm sure he has his reasons, Theria. You mustn't be worried," Marlayl said with a smile.
"Um...okay...I'll..." Before Theria could finish, a flicker of movement caught the corner of her eye. She knew that Marthril could sense who was near by, but when she peered over at him, he was searching the area. "What's out there?"
"I don't know... Call Ar'rias... I feel that darkness is nearby... We can't stay here anylonger..." Marlayl said, his eyes searching through the forest, not one movement left unseen.
Illatrius sighed and looked towards Malias. "I shall be back, Malias..." Malias nodded and then the white dragon strode down the hall, returning to the throneroom.
Erador's eyes opened slowly, followed by a spine popping stretch and yawn. He looked at the grandfather clock to his left, slitted pupil contracting. "What did I sleep for five minutes?" he thought to himself. Erador didn't notice the changes in his body as he walked by a floor length mirror to the door, bounding down the spiralstaircase as if he were just a hatchling.
The proud emerald dragon sauntered down the corridors until he walked past the throne room. He stopped, sensing Illatrius alone inside. Erador turned around smoothly, sticking his head through the doorway, a smile spread over his visage. "Goodevening Illatrius," he said suavely. Erador actually looked different, younger in a way, more lean and vibrant. One could mistake him for another dragon entirely.
"Hello... You might you be?" Illatrius asked calmly and smiled.
"Who might I be?" Erador asked, chuckling as he strode smoothly into the room, suddenly rolling over onto his back, wings stretched out, resting on the floor like large living verdant carpets. He lifted his head slightly and looked at her upside down with a grin, "I'd give you a few guesses," he teased.
"I... really don't have any guesses..." Illatrius said, eyeing him closely.
Erador's eyes became pouty suddenly, sparkling energy of youth showing through them clearly. "Oh? None? Well...lets see...how many big emerald green dragons do you know?" he asked, tail sliding back and forth as if it were wagging.
Only one... Erador... but you couldn't possibly be him... I think... Are you? She asked.
He flipped over onto his belly in a swift controlled motion, tail still undulating across the floor, his eyes mirthful as he gazed upon her with mild amusement, "Am I?" he chuckled. "Well...possibly...I mean...what seems so different?"
Illatrius blinked. "You act like a hatchling AND you appear younger... How is it possible..."
"Ahhh, but dwell in possibility! I love it..." he said, giggling a little. "I'm not sure...I guess short naps are beneficial..." He looked at her with curiosity, "So...now that we've 'what's new with me' down, what's new with you?" he asked, eyes wide and bright.
"Hm... Nothing new really..." Illatrius said calmly and seemed to smile.
"Oh really? That's sad..." Erador replied energetically, nuzzling her neck suddenly. "That's new is it not?" he said, chuckling.
Illatrius blinked, "Not...really..."
"Then it just might be a new thing that I have...for you," he said innocently with an adorable grin.
The white dragon tilted her head slightly, "Like what?"
Erador giggled deeply, "Like what? What do you think..." he said, puncuating the sentence with a wink.
Illatrius' eyes narrowed. "Please... Leave me alone, Erador... This is unlike you."
He stood suddenly, claws scratching softly against the marble floor, matching her glare, "Pitty that you're the only dragoness left..." he growled before stalking out of the hall.
Illatrius grinned, closing her eyes and shook her head slightly. "What has gotten into him... It is like he is a different dragon..."
Erador stuck his head through the door, just his head. "So what if I'm different? Does it matter?" He sighed, "Apparently it does, I apologise Illatrius...do you happen to know any dragonesses?"
Illatrius gave out a sigh. "I thought you had a family?"
Erador bowed his head sadly, "You forget, that my mate has been long dead...my sons are in some foreign lands far from here to save them from this battle that I must be a part in...I've no-one...besides Erindor."
"Hm... well... there is my daughter but..." illatrius peered up at the cieling in thought.
"...but...she's far too young...so, you actually don't know anything dragonessses that are of age do you?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and walking back into the room. "Forgive the intrustion...I'm lonely with Erindor gone so much...I need somebody to talk to..."
"Hm... I'm sorry, Erador... there is no need to appologize." Illatrius sighed again, watching Erador.
Erador stopped near the doors and curled into a ball, emerald eyes fixed on her. "What's with the heavy sighs?" he asked, concerned about how she was feeling at the moment, whether he was a bother to her, or something else. "If you wish for me to truly leave, I shall...you can speak your mind to me, I've open ears..."
"Forgive me... I just miss Drazon..." Illatrius said and laid down.
"Ah, then I offer my deepest apologies again, for being so...forward just before," Erador replied. "One comes to realize that we're the end of our race...swallowed whole by war, hate. We try to live but we cannot even find the elements that would allow us to go on, well...happily. We're just at the wrong time, or for some...too old."
"Indeed... The war will end soon I'm sure..." illatrius rested her head on her overlapped forelegs. "It is alright."
"For others, but we face our end. Though rejoice instead of lament, to celebrate a strong race. We're simply just not ment to go on. When you've none of your kind left, there's not much to live for...even with the greatest of friends."
Zhenjai twirled down to hover above the trees, looking us at Ar'rias.
Ar'rias! We need you! Marthril says something unfriendly is nearby, Theria called out, feeling a sense of fear.
I am on my way, little one! Ar'rias turned his eyes to Zhenjai. I think we are needed. He swooped down from the sky and headed into the thick canopy of trees, trying to avoid every tree branch possible.
Zhenjai looked to her brother, and followed his lead. She folded her wings, and clamped them to her sides as she knifed diagonally through the air. The dragon broke through the canopy and under layer of the trees, to rest beside her partner in a ready-position.
Marthril scanned his eyes through the trees around him, keeping watch while he awaited Zhenjai and Ar'rias. A dark figure, that appearing like a cloaked phantom, came swiftly into view, but vanished immediately when a black dagger was thrown. Unavoidable, Marthril was punctured in the chest and thrown back against a tree. He gave out a shrill cry of pain as he felt the warm blood stain his clothes. Pulling out the dagger, he began to pant with a loss of breath. Theria screamed and raced for her cousin's side. "Are you okay!?" she yelled.
"I am alright," Marthril replied as he dropped the dagger onto the ground. "just a minor wound I can take care of it."
Ar'rias finally touched ground and came to Theria's side. "What's going on?"
"Someone attacked Marthril! we have to take him back to Sar'dan!" Theria answered. "Who was that?"
"I don't know..." Marthril laid his hand on the wound and muttered a few words which allowed him to heal it. "I'll be fine. No, we need to take you to Sar'dan so you don't get injured." Then he turned to Ar'rias. "You need to take her home."
Zhenjai roared as she felt her companions pain.
'We must take you back too, to make sure you really are ok.' She said, worrying about Marthril. 'I won't let you die, you'd have to live eithout me first.' Zhenjai said, nuzzleing him affectionatly.
Zhenjai, I'm alright. I am one of the healers. Smiling, Marthril pet Zhenjai's side. Then frowned when he turned towards Theria. "You will need to ride Ar'rias, Theria. you have no choice."
"But I don't want to! I'm affraid of heights!" Theria yelled.
Sighing, Marthril nodded to Ar'rias. "Ar'rias, you're going to have to be persistant this time. Close your eyes, Theria... It'll be alright." Theria closed her eyes and Ar'rias picked her up with his front talons when he lifted off towards the sky. Marthril growled. Who ever that was... he's coming back. We have to go. He climbed onto Zhenjai's saddle. Forgive me, Zhenjai, but... hurry!
Zhenjai waited only long enough for Marthril to get steady in the saddle and her brother to clear the trre line above. She coiled her muscles, ready to leap through the trees at a high speed. 'Marthril, lay down on my back, and hold on. I don't want you to get knocked off by a branch.'
Alright, Marthril replied as he took in zhenjai's advice and laid down. I'm ready, Zhenjai.
Zhenjai's muscles uncoiled the second he said that. They went soaring strait up though the trees at an alarming rate.
As the pair reached the top of the treeline, Zhenjai looked around for her brother and his rider. 'It's okay to sit up now, though I'll fly faster to get us away from here, and to make sure Ar'rias' flying hasn't scared Theria to near death.'
Marthril sat up and sighed, peering over at Theria and Ar'rias. She seems to be doing fine... hopefully it lasts...
Amrevar sat upon Deathrider on the cliff's ledge, pulling the hood of his cape over his head as he glanced out over the forest. "I have no choice but to attack..."
A Hert'zar came beside the Dark Lord with an impatient growl. "Are we ready yet...has Master Dravescar declared the attack?"
"Indeed... We leave now..." Amrevar replied. Forgive me, Malias...
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