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Post by Reynald Rynsinu on Jul 16, 2010 23:15:58 GMT 2
If it's Gods the game that you're playing Well we must get more aquainted Because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's holy Staying his ground and giving a short set of belly laughs at the dragons fire the rider let his smirk grow. Fire could be avoided if it got too close. If he got burned it was a welcome change to the complete loss of pain he now felt in his life. He had spent so many years learning to channel his pain into anger that he never had the chance now to experience the masochistic pleasure of pain. Putting a hand to his belly he tilted himself back only slightly; continuing to show his humor at the situation. The dragon did not scare him; he had known it well enough when she bonded with her rider, she was someone who was so independent but he knew she would not kill him. She had too much sympathy to kill another of her kinds rider.
Giving his old trainee a look of mock hurt he put his hand to his heart and said in a disapproving tone. "You abandoned the training I gave you? After all the trouble i went through giving you the extra training you simply abandoned what i taught you? i thought you smarter than that little one. Had i known I would have put up more of a fight against you." He spoke coldly, his voice low and rumbling. "I may be human but I taught you every bit of magic I knew. Sword-wielding and combat was all i knew myself!" There was an underlying hurt at the reminder that he was far less a man than his pupils. That he could not give her all the knowledge she needed in the realm of magic. He was completely void of them himself. what was expected?
For hundreds of years he had beaten himself up over the fact that his humanity prevented him from doing the great many things he knew that his trainees would be able to. Their magic was in their blood; his magic came from a bonding with his dragon. Even then he could not wield the magic his dragon could. Though he tried it was found that he was one whose humanity was too strong to even attempt at magic.
Then again, who was he to be jealous. He had a life that he was able to live through easily. Easily enough anyway.
Yet while the riders conversed Qatse had succumbed to the idea that now after so many centuries of waiting to find her old friend she knew that time had changed them both. no longer would they be like sisters in their behavior melded together. So far it seemed like their acceptance of lifestyles had been far too diverse to even contemplate a reconciliation between the two females. A fact that made Qatse sadden very slightly. She knew well to not show emotions; it distracted her rider and he could become very vulnerable very fast.
Still; her riders seemed occupied enough in letting the litter ones words pass over him that he turned his wandering eyes back to the blonde. Avira was right in saying that she did not look very filling. She seemed very thin; very young. It was a shame to cut a life so short, but the dragon needed to eat. And whoever it was it made no difference. Who was to say it was not cruel to devour a calf so young in its life? When she had lived centuries on its ancestors. Who was she to decide what was right or wrong. She simply wished to survive.
Meanwhile the wandering eyes of the elder rider was not in the way of sexual presumption. It was in fact a look of age upon his face. What could he teach her of magic?
He did not have the time to think such horrible thoughts as his tiny elf had seemingly slipped his eyes as she slipped from her dragon and brought up one of the darkest creatures he ever thought walked the earth. Its grotesque image was one that made him gasp in horror. Not his little one ... Anyone but her to be mangled by such dark magic.
In anger he reached for one of the large blades around his waist; letting out a roar as it approached him and letting him lunge at the creature. Only to find it sink back into the earth on command from a woman he once thought beautiful. Once thought to be smart. Not stupid enough to deal in the black arts. The anger however did not leave with the disappearance of the creature. It only let him change the focus of that anger toward the girl he once knew. He saw now that she was not the same. She had been lost to the darkness that she thought she controlled.
Dropping the blade his speed with age allowed him to reach the girl and grab her roughly by the shoulders. Shaking her with a look of absolute murder in his eyes as he roared into her face. His eyes maddeningly wide and his actions far more rough than she would have known. "How could you. You stupid stupid girl. What do you think having such power would prove. I may not be a creature of magic but i know evil when i see it. Do not kid yourself with your fancy tricks. You have changed far more than you seem."
The fury that he could creature with such physical power was as much weighed as her magic seemed to now be posessed. But to deal in dark magic always had a price. He had no clue how deep the evil would have sunk into her. But he was always warned by HIS elder to never mess with the dark artistry. To do so was simple suicide.
But so be it.
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Post by Nalean Silverstar on Jul 17, 2010 20:11:00 GMT 2
Nalean stood next to Safron, unsure of how she should react. The two ancient riders were obviously unhappy with each other and she really wasn’t about to interrupt them and bring the focus back on herself. <”How about we leave these two and go look for some rider free area”> she smiled glancing at Safron, with a hopeful look in her eyes. <”What and miss this? I haven’t seen this much drama in years”> the dragon smiled slyly at the girl, not quite ready to miss the drama unfolding in front of them. <”Besides it’s not really rider free since you’re a rider now”> Nalean rolled her eyes at her dragon. Safron really didn’t need to take her so literally.
Nalean watched the two ancient dragons, curious about their relationship with one another. They must have known each other quite well at some point if their riders knew each other. The look of recognition that they gave one another, gave away the fact that they knew each other.
She stared in horror at the creature that the woman summoned from the ground, recognizing it as dark magic. She had spent her life being warned against dark magic and its unpredictability, her father had always warned her that the sense of control that those who wielded it was false, and this often caused users of dark magic to fall victim to it and be consumed by the temptation of ultimate power. She had never thought that she would see dark magic being wielded before, all those who had wielded magic like this were myths and legends. Not even their true causes of death were known, though there were rumours that their own powers had killed them.
The man seemed equally horrified of the magic that the woman wielded, he drew his blade as the creature advanced towards him. Nalean let out a shaky breath as the creature vanished, she might have a dislike of the man but no one deserved to be attacked by a creature of the dark. She smirked at the words he directed towards the woman. She shook her head and looked at Safron with a questioning look on her face, not sure what to do next. <”It’s your choice who we train with not mine”> Safron returned her look with a look of sympathy. “So it looks like I have no choice but to ask both of you to train me” she said softly, but loud enough for both of them to hear. “Besides, I’m sure both of you have a lot to catch up on” she added with a sly smile, sure that both would protest at her decision. <”Now I’ve got a horse to find”> she walked past the two dragons and their riders forcing herself to not look at them and see if their faces would give away their reactions to her decision.
She walked and heard the beating of wings behind her, she was relieved that it was just Safron. <”Know where my horse is?”> she smiled at her dragon, sure she could tell her. <”Turn left at that big rock and keep going straight”> Safron seemed fairly irritated with her, but there was nothing Nalean could do about it. She had followed her dragon’s advice after all about the two dragon riders.
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Post by auraya sylvian on Jul 17, 2010 20:53:18 GMT 2
< “Ignorant human!”> Avria roared, annoyed at the ancient rider’s lack of regard for her warning. It insulted her that he even dared to laugh instead of heed her warning. Perhaps Avria would not kill him, but she was certainly prepared to harm him if he tried that little trick again. Bristling in anger, the dragon kept her gaze firmly on the insolent Reynald. < “My kind nature may run out very shortly, ancient,”> while there was small hints of respect in her naming of him, the rest of her words were ice cold. Snorting unhappily at the man, Avria moved closer to the hatchling, standing protectively next to her. “Hush, Avria,” Auraya crooned, eyeing up the laughing ancient curiously. Running her hands down Avria’s neck daintily, the great beast calmed a little at her touch. The small woman ran her icy eyes over the laughing man, her considering his amusement curious.
Heavy guilt ran through her at his words. However, she knew he could not know that she had kept the bow he had made her after she had snapped her own falling from Avria while she was hunting. Daily, she ran her fingers tenderly over the engraved words. Yet the bow and arrows were tenderly hung from her back after she had killed the hare. Avria had made a quick meal of it when it had become clear that the elf would not have time to eat it. The only work she had put aside was her sword work. Being so small, it was easy to overpower her. However, she still cursed that she had left her two swords behind in her rush to follow Reynald. “You’ll get over it,” she mused, playing away from his hurt in mock disregard. “I’m afraid most of the knowledge you gave me has become redundant without you.” A hint of the old, sassy, youthful Auraya entered her words. A small, cheeky smile touched her lips. Of course she spoke not of sword mastery, or even magic.
No, what Auraya had learnt from him that she took as the greatest knowledge was not bettering her fellow students, or becoming one of the most powerful dragon riders. The place where her learning which she had treasures, and now fallen into disuse, was a far more private intimate place. It was easy to fall back into old habits around him. After all, the old do not like change and with him merely around it was somewhat easy to fall back into the mould of the cheeky, sassy, young elf she had once been. With him, she had been the girl who had fought against everyone, and finally succumbed to him. In that world, he had taught her when to cease fighting, and to admit defeat, when to realise defeat is not defeat, but has better consequences than victory. He had taught her how to feel, and in the end it was what drove her into madness. If she had never loved him, none of it would have ever happened. She never would have fled, and never would have tried to kill him in her rage.
Qaste’s silence saddened Avria. Alas, gone seemed the days of the playful banter between the two. Back then, Qaste would have certainly have had a comment about her deduction about their riders. Slowly, the dragon turned her attention from her old companion. A rippled sigh moved the grass under the dragon. Such colossal beasts even acted like natural elements. Qaste had moved the earth and a simple breath from Avria acted like a violent gust of wind. Each had the power of fire. However much the same they were, they had drifted apart.
Auraya watched in amusement as Reynald’s gasp of horror echoed around the mountains and his attempted attack on the beast she conjured. It was perfectly harmless, she reasoned, considering she had utter control of something that truly did not exist. She looked over the scene lazily. < “A bit ostentatious, don’t you think?”> Avria yawned, slightly amused by the pursuing display of power. Auraya huffed at her dragon who chuckled in amusement. Auraya had used this trick to scare of many unwanted visitors, but never any more. Her true specialty was roping people into contracts to bring their loved ones back to life.
Sudden surprise rushed through her as she watched Reynald’s blade fall to the floor. She had never seen the man so quickly drop his weapon. She attempted to step back as he rushed toward her, but his speed surprised her. A gasp of surprise caught in her throat at the roughness of his hands that she had remembered to be so gentle. Yet, it was the look in his eyes that scared her most. Under his touch, she was no longer the jaded Auraya, but his insecure little one, being reprimanded by the person that meant the most to her. Avria got up, growling angrily. “It’s ok,” she whispered softly to her dragon, never taking her eyes off of the madden figure so close to her. Grudgingly, the dragon stood down, watching everything unfold cautiously.
Keeping her gaze firmly on him, she looked at him defiantly. “What are you going to do to me? Kill me perhaps?” her words were light, but emphasised some of her anxiety. “I did what I had to do to survive. Do you truly believe I would have survived out there, a young woman, without her full training? There were many times I almost didn’t until I sought out the birth place of the old magic.” She looked at him carefully, aware of his closeness. It was strange realising that this was the first time in five hundred years he had touched her, and now it was nothing of what she remembered. Auraya glanced at the girl in surprise. Both of them? Horror was the only expression she could muster.
“You know what,” she said awkwardly, “you can have her Reynald. I have much to do back in Chipucha. You can let go of me now. You never have to see me again.” She stuggling a little, knowing very well his physical strength was much greater than hers.
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Post by Reynald Rynsinu on Jul 20, 2010 14:44:25 GMT 2
If it's Gods the game that you're playing Well we must get more aquainted Because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's holy Keeping his calm demeanor despite the reprimanding from Avira the elder rider simply shook his head keeping his eyes dead straight on her as he replied with as much force as before. <"You still remain within the kindness that you showed many centuries ago. But the pain of burning is something I have not felt in years. Don't spare me the kindness when you know you have no desire to."> His thoughts with the dragon however were not his main priority. What had angered him was the way his prized protegee had simply abandoned her training. If he was to be honest it angered him more than disappointed him. He had spent so much more time on Auraya that for her to simply abandon his training felt like a wasted effort.
Still as he held tight to her shoulders; hands heavy and rougher than he had handled any woman he looked saddened. It was not an obvious sadness, but the dullness of his eyes gave sight as to how hurt he had been that his little one had changed so much. Had become everything he taught her to avoid ... that she had denied his training of her. It hurt him far more than he would ever admit.
"You never came back. Did you ever think that? What possessed you to simply run from the training grounds. I never released you as my trainee. I still haven't. You had the option to come back, to show that you had learned to be the bigger person. I had such high hopes for you little one. And you just abandoned everything." He growled, keeping his eyes locked with hers, sure that he was making a bad impression on the young blonde rider. Yet right now she was of no care of his. He had Auraya to think of again, and she took far more effort than she used to. "Don't you ever blame me for your mistake. I have made thousands in my own time; but i take blame for each one of them. You; little one, obviously are not strong enough to admit your own faults." He growled, letting her go harshly. Almost shoving her away from him as he walked away from her, his back facing her so that she could not see the fury in his eyes.
Picking up his blade he sheathed it once more before turning to the speaking blonde. Obviously she thought too highly of herself that she believed she could turn them to her whim. Foolish child. Still he would humor her, she was still a baby after all. She believed she was far more important than she really was, that two of the oldest riders in existence would simply bend to her whim because she 'let' them train her.
Once there was a time where he was begged to train riders. To make a truce that the riders would once again live. To revive the ways that had been lost in the great war. This girl obviously had no clue. And she would learn that she meant nothing to Reynald. "If you think you can handle being trained at all young one then we shall commence when the sun rises this morn." He said harshly, all politeness gone before he turned to his retreating charge. He moved to put a hand on her shoulder again. Looking at her sharply before smirking in a way that hinted at the ghost of a man he used to be. "Not this time little one. you're not running away from me this time. As your elder you have not completed your training and you shall stay. Perhaps you can pick up from where you left off."
With a hasty smirk he retreated from the two. Speaking to the two riders and dragons before he reached Qatse. "Be ready girls. Times have changed. People are not willing to reward riders for their actions. Be prepared."
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Post by Nalean Silverstar on Jul 20, 2010 22:02:40 GMT 2
Nalean nodded at the man’s words, her stomach somersaulting. She had never handled a sword before in her life and she knew that swords were the preferred weapons of most dragon riders. Her lack of training would be evident from the moment she picked up the sword. <”don’t worry, I’ll help guide you”> Safron huffed gently. Nalean managed a small smile at her dragon’s words, she would need all the help she could find if she was to become a real dragon rider. They obviously didn’t know that she had never chosen this path of becoming a dragon rider. She had been thrown onto it with little warning and already was getting herself into a situation that she would struggle to get out of.
She frowned, wondering how her family would react to this, her sudden becoming a dragon rider. She glanced at Safron, <”How am I going to tell my family about this?”> she asked with a pleading look on her face. <”Just tell them, I’m sure they’ll understand”> the dragon shifted uncomfortably, not sure how to tell Nalean what she needed to tell the girl. She turned her head away, feeling ashamed about placing this burden on one with so little training. Nalean noticed the way her dragon turned her head away, <”What is it Safron?”>. The dragon looked back at the girl shaking her head, <”Nothing, nothing don’t worry about me”>. Nalean frowned, not sure what to make of her behaviour.
She shifted uncomfortably at the woman’s words, she needed someone to train her in magic and the woman would possibly have been her best bet. Now she would have to settle for just the man training her and from what she could gleam, he had no magic. Nalean turned to the rider when he warned them to be ready. “I’ll try and be as prepared as physically possible” she said softly, wondering what exactly he meant by his warning. She had never been very aware of the actions of the dragon riders before Safron had bonded with her. To be perfectly honest, she still knew very little about them even now. She sighed as she walked away from the dragon riders, relieved to be away from them. The tension in the air had become quite intense at one point and she was glad to get away.
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Post by auraya sylvian on Jul 20, 2010 23:35:00 GMT 2
Avria bared her teeth but remained silent. She knew she would not risk angering her rider by hurting Reynald, however much she desired to. Grumbling to herself the great dragon back away. Auraya would deal with the man, she reasoned, if she wanted to and Avria would gladly lend her assistance. In fact, if the girl was not partial to blood today, she would carry out the deed herself. < “You sure you want him alive?”> the dragon growled into the mind of her rider. < “At least for now. There is no possibility for fun when he is dead, dear Avria and then I have truly lived up to my crime,”> she reasoned amused. The dragon huffed and regarded the man. < “My desires are subject to my rider’s whims when it comes to you, Ancient,”> she growled grudgingly.
She felt her skin give away under his hands, probably making bruise marks. Auraya hardened, remembering every time he father had hit her and the bruises it had left. Anger pooled slowly into her as she looked into the face of her former elder. She had no room for her previous affections with his hands folded around her so harshly.
His words banded in her mind to form a great anger. Still his trainee? She would never accept that. In all her years, she had sought out knowledge that far surpassed anything any dragon rider had ever known. She kept her gaze cold and reproachful. How dare he even think that she had not been the bigger person? She had left for his own good. She would have never been able to deal with it if she had returned and then in a moment of madness completed the deed. “My mistakes?” she scoffed. “My actions were hardly mistakes. I was merely pointing out the facts. I did leave a vulnerable, untrained rider, but I am far greater than that now, because of my choice to survive. My so called mistakes allowed me to survive and accomplish things I have never imagined before.” She growled as he pushed her away. Self indulgent bastard, she cursed in her mind. Looking at him, her anger growingly, her voice became a deadly hiss, “I never returned because I knew it would not be the last time I lost myself. I remained caught in my darkness for two centuries.”
Two long centuries she had wandered the earth with no other purpose than blood. Her identity vanished into the shadows of her mind, which broke under her endless hate for her family and the event that caused it all to fall through. Auraya had always been unstable in her younger years. Now, she had resigned herself to her fate and embraced her shadows. Her coldness remained as she watched him walk away. He was not the man she had once loved and she was not that girl. He would never see that girl again, even though she lurked in the endless pit of her mind. Only in moments of true compassion had Auraya felt her old self push to be free, but under the fire of anger and hatred, her outer evil had hardened. Perhaps the man she used to know would have been able to get through to her, but alas, it seemed he too was gone, corrupted by her evil. She got ready to fight as he picked up his sword. She was not a fool enough to turn her back on an armed man, especially if it was Reyanld.
Once he began speaking to the girl, Auraya made an effort to move off. However, the hand n her shoulder told her she was not successful. She flinched violently away, as though he had hurt her. “Go to hell, Reynald,” she hissed. “I am not a girl anymore. My own training has been completed. Do you really have the audacity to believe that riders need training from self indulgent humans?” Avria agreed, growling at Reynald. Before the Great War, dragons chose their riders at random and no one received any training. Avria stepped over her rider, protecting her while she made her climb up. “If I stay, it shall not be as your trainee,” she stated. Her eyes wandered over the man who had moved over to his dragon. “I shall stay because I want to.” She looked at the girl moving away. She would need help if she was to achieve her magical potential, but staying with Reynald after so long, when the hatred had built up and almost swallowed every good memory. A small lump touched her throat. < “I shall stay for the sake of what once was, but do not make the mistake of thinking me to be the same, untrained girl i used to be. I’m an old woman now, with the knowledge of some of the deepest secrets of the earth,”> she spoke gently, trying to calm the anger that had sparked between them.
“Young Dragon,” Avria called, her voice unnatural spoken out loud. “What is it that you seek? Perhaps your Elder can prove his worthiness by granting this single wish.”
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Post by Reynald Rynsinu on Jul 25, 2010 21:46:52 GMT 2
If it's Gods the game that you're playing Well we must get more aquainted Because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's holy Though he bristled at the thought of being called a mere human from his prodigy the elder rider simply took a deep breath and pated the side of his beastly large dragon. His snarling breaths reflected by that of her own. There was a connection between rider and dragon that rivaled anything beyond comprehension. Anything that could be thought of as stronger than the bond between a rider and dragon was wrong. There was nothing on this earth that came close to it, and nothing ever would.
"As you wish it little one." The rider growled, not letting his eyes stray to the little one or to his new young one. If he were to show any other emotion at this time he would compromise his image he was preparing to create.
During the next few days Reynald planned on taking his blonde trainee across the lands. She needed to get used to flying with her dragon. Being so newly bonded she would need to adjust simply to being around a dragoon. Not just to ride. But with his method of throwing them in the deep end of their experience it made them learn their own mistakes. "We shall recoinnerate at sunrise. Here." He commanded simply, mounting his dragon and giving the two a small nod before the dragon moved to take off once more.
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