Beyond the horizon

[Rhaxta]

((Just join in whoever managed to get dragged along with Rhaxta. The magic transporting them was dragon magic - so we can use the unpredicatbleness of that to explain away anyone that ends up coming along. ))





An undulating fog quivered behind Rhaxta's eyelids, coating her world in thick darkness. There were hints of light, but they were doused by the roiling cloud of pain and fear that had filled her mind, ebbing and flowing, but never ceasing.

Rhaxta groaned hoarsely, her arms moving sluggishly to her face. After accidentally poking herself in the eye a few times, she managed to scrub her palms over her face in a vain attempt to get the slick sweat and grime from her features. It only gave a slight impression of warpaint; her blood had dyed it vibrant and she looked like a bandit.

Smacking her lips, wondering when any feeling would come back, Rhaxta rolled onto her side. There was a moment of stunned silence as her green eyes opened, slowly focused, then brightened. The sun was just creeping below the horizon and into the sea. She was outside, in the sun. An elated cry escaped her and just as soon turned to a coarse bark of pain, as she tried to spring to her feet pain lanced through her, tearing up her spine and down the other side. She stumbled, but a faint haunted smile stayed on her lips.

Last thing she remembered was the terrifying dark of the cells in Helgrind. How did she get here?

A memory of a strange dream rolled over her, the mountain bowl, the river of molten rock, the leathery thwack of a hunter's wing.

. She had no idea what was real or not. At the thought, something made her glance behind her.

The fog that had been in her nightmare loomed there, quivering and as alive and lethal as they had seemed in the dream. Rahaxta was almost up in a panic, hoping she didn't encounter that dragon once more.
The panic lasted only until- through the cloak of pain in her head - she realized, that though it was the same fog created with magic, she was on the outside.

That dragon, or whatever that dream had meant - lay on the other side.

Rhaxta frowned and tugged weakly at her dirty, copper hair as she realized that it had caught in the collar. Fear gripped her, but was very quickly drowned by fury. They had done this to her.

''Augh, great. I hoped for another few minutes before I remembered all that.,' she thought to herself. Rhaxta shivered and looked into the pale, colourless sky. The sun was failing, and from the feel of the clammy island air it was going to get very, very cold as soon as the light gave out.

Stumbling to her feet, Rhaxta gave a quick glance around the small crag she was on. It was large enough - not the island she had seen in that shade-induced nightmare - but big enough for large game, good hunting and possibly people.

She would soon need to rush to get a shelter set up and a fire. The state she was in, she could not do it with magic and as soon as the cold hit her bones she would lose the little energy she had left and die.

For a moment Rhaxta hovered and simply watched the sun slipping toward the horizon. After a moment a bone-deep sigh wracked her and she unsteadily sat back on her heels, head in hands.
She had a few minutes. She needed them, to realign her thoughts.

Although she was out of that hellhole now - she had acquired a great many new wounds, physical and mental. But the old wound pulled open once again hurt most of all.

[Brenton]

Green branches and leaves rustled softly as the wind blew through the rocky terrain and forested ground. It started to grow chilly as Bristven stepped through the trees. She looked around and wondered where the magic had taken her to. It certainly didn't look like a captive, especially one to a shade, was here and not just lying dead on the ground. The pale skinned woman grimaced as she saw the elf stand up. From the distance, it looked like she was a normal female, yet the glint of steel gave her away. Perfect, now I can follow this she-elf to the source and then grab her and return to Kvisa. Bristven laughed softly and slipped into the shadows around the trees.

[Nepherion]

The rider's lid flicker to life, opening slowly as he tried to focus his blurred vision. Where am I ? he wondered calmly, looking blankly at a stone not to far from his face. The last thing he could remember was the frantic action that took place before feeling a sudden warp and heat. And the next to last was the intense panic that came from Flare. " Flare ! " he gasped, feeling on the smallest hint of the bond. The clammy air grasped at his torn dark long-sleeved tunic and ragged cloak which so delicately had rapped itself around his side. He tossed the cloak from around him and sat up, clapping the dirt from his hands and face. Flare ! Where are you ? he called out mentally, knowing that a mental scream was much stronger than a physical.

...

No answer came to him. He sighed deeply before plopping back to the ground. " What am I suppose to do without her? " he asked himself somberly. The bond between them had never been so weak and puny. It cause a deep, ailing pit to form in his stomach.He tossed his hair to side as he pondered what to do. Than realized that more than anyone someone should be blamed and that person was the very cause of all of this.

Uruale's eyes widen. The girl ! he realized. He got onto his feet and looked around. To his surprise much of the place looked like the area he had seen in the confines of Rhaxta's mind. His black leather boots made their prints in the ground as he took steps forwards. His mind was still jumbled from the short period of his mysterious transportation.

A short, forced sigh sound as he spotted the woman, sitting, apparently waiting or maybe thinking. He walked hastily to her and begin to feel the chain directing him towards her. It wasn't until than, had he remembered that Kvisa had used the spell on him. If he had he would have followed it from the beginning.

The purplish and orange mixed sky darkened over Rhaxta as Uruale blocked the sun. He looked down at her with a chilling gaze. " What have you done ?" he growled. The muscles his in jaws tightened at held his arms folded against his chest.

[fëanàro]

Laying in the darkness feanaro was aware that he was no longer conscious but he did not want to open his eyes.his body still slightly stiff from what ever it was that Happend to him fean just laid there in the grass trying to gather his thoughts. The last thing he remembered he was flying with jarkore doing one of their faveriot things witch was flying high then having fean jump off his dragons back an plummet to the earth, as he fell jarkore as well shot down word with his rider enjoying the sensation an rush then when only a few thousand feet were between then an the ground jarkore would pull ahead an catch fean. Only this time something Happend.

As feanaro was falling enjoying the rush of wind in his face,he began to get this odd fealing like something some invisible force was binding him. Jarkore felt it expressing his concerned to fean about it. But as they fell feanaro could sense that neither him nor his dragon had control over anything and the elf began to feal a fog over take his sense and before he realized it he blacked out but not before he felt a sharp tug as if something had lassoed him around the waist and pulled him off a horse.

"What in the name of all this holy Happend to me? Did I hit the ground or was something els at work"the elf wondering to him self and then he snaped open his eyes "JARKORE!" He said to him self an out loud. With a groan feanaro got to his knees an from there stood up, he brushed off his long eleven shirt that was covers by a vest and ran his hand through his Mohawk and shook his head to clear the cobwebs that still lingered. Once the larger elf felt balanced he reaches out with his mind to find his dragon and for a momment felt a twinge of panic well up in side him,but it was short lived for he finaly found jarkores consciousness but it was guarded an he could sense his partner of the heart an mind was still unconscious. "Im coming my friend don't you worrie " the elf said to no one in particular an set off in the direction he felt jarkore.

But after a few momments of walking feanaro clears through some brush an came across a female elf whole looked to be in rough shape. Not knowing what to do or expect he went against his better judgment an approached his fellow kinswomen .guarding his mind just to be safe feanaro neared the female elf but as not to started her he spoke loud enugh for her to hear him "excuse me! "

[Rhaxta]

If Rhaxta had heard Uruale muttering or his approach, she gave no outward hint of it. She had heard him, but only on the very outer levels of her consciousness. It wasn't enough to rouse her from her position until he cast a shadow over her.

The girl shivered as soon as the sun left her skin, and she slowly lifted her head. As battered and dejected her outward appearance, Rhaxta's eyes were an alert, burning green.

Rhaxta would have convulsed and launched at him with teeth and nails if she had the energy. She simply seemed to wilt, though at the same time lifted her chin exposing the chain-solid collar and the purple bruising distorting the neck beneath. As soon as Rhaxta had thought she was free her body had given over to it's rough treatment. New bruises were coming up each minute, and her throat had swollen - from the collar and being strangled and screaming- to the point where she could barely speak. There was an absent thought in Rhaxta's mind about water.

She tilted a head at Uruale, hoping her expression made it apparent she could not speak. She frowned and shook her head, gesturing toward the fog and what lay beyond. Her eyes spoke of innocence.

At the time they were moved, she had wanted to run and reached out for a safe haven. Rhaxta had reached for it expecting comforting memories or some feeling of security before the shade killed her. Not to go...wherever this was.

She was expecting thoughts of Arkantos, but she had reached toward the terrifying spectral force that had been hounding her for months. It was the only thing powerful enough save Arkantos himself to protect her at the time; but he was long gone. Left with no choice she went instinctively and reached toward it; and it had reached right back and caught her. She hadn't used the magic, she simply had the need and it happened.

She really couldn't explain with any words, so if she got the opportunity to speak with her mind, she would. Only that form of communication could hold all the fear and desperation she had felt, and her true intentions at the time.

Scrubbing her forehead, she probed gently at the hints of the force around, hoping not to feel anything in one way.
It was pretty much undeniable though, she could feel them, stronger than ever. Yet there was still something hiding them. Rhaxta's gaze lazily shifted to the approaching elf, and she tilted her head. She wasn't exactly sure who or what she would meet in this land, but he was unexpected.
They spoke the same language, which seemed off to her.

Rhaxta gestured a hello, gesturing with her hands that she could not speak, but was peaceful.

''Pff, peaceful. I can't even stand.'[/color]

[Brenton]

The sun was just beginning its descent below the horizon when unnatural darkness surrounded the she-elf Rhaxta and hid her from view. Bristven grew angered as she realized that there were others moving toward her target and she knew it was time for some other, more shade-like magic to be involved. Bristven sent tendrils of thought out to the natural inhabitants of the land while still keeping her own mind guarded. When she found several eagles, Bristven picked one and used her dark powers to change the majestic mountain eagle into a large, shadow beast, meant for her to use as her own mount. It was several moments before her flying mount was ready, and in that time, Bristven examined the terrain and her current "allies", for she would need as much intelligence as possible.

[fëanàro]

As feanaro neared the female elf another name appeared in the area an approached her as well. The male seemed to be upset about something but what fean did not know he was to far away to tell what was going on. But he closed the gap shortly as the women gestured hello to him an this made a motion that she couldn't speak,"I wounder if she can't speak period or if its something els" the elf wondered to him self

The man that was standing in front of the mute women hadn't acknowledged feanaro presence so he raised his right hand slightly in a friendly manner "greetings to you as well stranger, maby you could tell me wear I am?".

Feanaro was still worried about jarkore but he sensed no distress from him and he could almost pin point the location of his dragon so the elf figured he could maby get some information from the two he was approaching. He only hoped that neither of them were hostile as he finally arrived

[Nepherion]

Her expression had brought an early grimace to his face. The canines that came from the steady transformation of a Dragon Rider showed from his irritation. He contemplated what to do, maybe he should just punish her for his pain and desperation. He tapped his leather boot against the ground rapidly, struggling to reached out for the nearest object to utterly destroy.

A growl slipped through his teeth before he snapped from her eyes and took steps away from Rhaxta's infuriating mental oblivion. The air around them was suffocating, almost uninhabitable to him. But he didn't know if that was because of Flare's absence or his quickly growing anxiety.

Deep, strong breathes came from his parched lips; now that he had the time to think about it, he had not had any sustenance since his battle. The only amount of energy he had was the little that Kvisa had provided him. The clammy air warned of the chilling night that would approach soon. His bad predicament brought his eyes on the gloved hand that held his dragon mark. This would be so much easier with you here Flare. he admitted to himself. Knowing that he could rest on the scaled skin that was warm with her boiling blood.

...

He let out a breathe of air, accepting the fact that Flare was obviously alive, and that was good enough for him to worry about his own survival for now. Uruale walked back to Rhaxta, finally noticing the appearance of another. He greeted this man with restrained hostility. This is bad. Who is this guy ? Is he a native ? he asked, glancing at the elf with accusing, venomous eyes. He staid close to Rhaxta as if keeping watch over a prized possession. Which she was in a sense. If he is, I may be capable of taking the information I need. His instincts inched his boots silently against the ground, preparing to kill and take the man of his energy .

He posed multiple threats to Uruale, as it was Rhaxta was still imprisoned. That instant moving spell she used was known to take massive amounts of energy. Just moving a small stone from point A to point B could totally wipe out a Rider's reserves of magic - And thus kill them. Or so he heard from Galbatorix. The man offered hope or companionship in a situation that was meant to hinder her will. He offered her something that could potentially end him. Friendship.

Placing a hand on Reona, he inched the metal from its sheathe, but halted when the elf's words finally reached his ears. Tell you where you is ? So her spell didn't just affect people close by. How powerful was this spell. he realized. This news brought a slight sense of hope to Uruale and an even broader sense of dread. This meant now he had competition for his hoard of Eldunari. In a tone that was calm, yet with aggression Uruale spoke, " Rhaxta get up. We must find shelter before the cold chills our bones. " he barked while keeping staid gray eyes on the new arrival.

[Brenton]

Bristven grinned as her eyes flashed and the white locks on her porcelain skin glowed as if made of pure moon beams. Her beast was created and there was little light of the sun left. The final rays of sunlight flashed over the horizon and left the group in the shadows. It was the perfect time for Bristven to reveal the shadowy creature she had created, as well as the other creatures that were native to the forest.

Bristven released a shrill cry, almost like an eagle's cry, and watched as her mount appeared and swooped down toward her. The shade jumped forward and walked over to the three figures. She wasn't afraid, yet she could sense the death of one of her kind. The smell, or scent, hovered over the elf and made Bristven shudder in shock. With a quick enchantment, Bristven created some armor to cover her heart that was basically her clothing. Is this new group of creatures friendly? I'm Bri and am here to welcome any newcomers. Bristven tried to make her voice sound foreign and like a Northern accent that she'd once heard before. Hopefully the Empire rider didn't recognize her for who she really was.

[fëanàro]

Feanaro arrived at the two strangers but he did not get to close for he did not know if they were natives of this land nor if they were hostile. An the large elf noticed the unknown male slightly free his blade from its sheath, an a slight glint of color cought feanaros eyes before the sword fell back into its holding place. His hand twitched slightly wanting to reach for his dual elven long knives but fean fought the urge for the momment. Curiosity was getting the better of him usually only rider weapons had color to them to match the riders dragon. Fean never received a riders blade but he knew a good amount about them.

Neither beigns spoke as feanaro stood there his gaze fixed on the man was neither friendly or malicious but piercing as if he was looking through him or peering into his very soul. "I wounder if it is possible that this man was a rider,though unlikely as it seems maby I was just seeing things" feanaro thought to him self.if this group ment him harm they probably would have attacked him but since neither made a move feanaro remaind passive not wanting to cause unneeded conflict.besides if they were natives of wear he is now of course they would be suspicious of him. The wind blew a light breeze that smelled of salt water an ocean through the spot were the three now stood you could hear the leaves an brush russling around before the breeze faded off. But before things got awkward the unknown male spoke up to the women finally. An feanaro cocked his head to the side slightly at the mention of her name an the mans request to find shelter. "Before you two set up camp may I make a request about me joining you for the evening? I shall leave in the morning I just don't know what this place is an I don't think roaming around in the dark would be the best idea even for me. " hoping they would agree fean wanted to some how get information from these two.

If they disagreed feanaro already decided that he would stalk the pair from a distance until he found out a bit about them an this place. "Wear are my manors I am feanaro shade..." before fean could finish his sentence another person a women intact, came into the clearing . She looked an sounded like maby she was from this area but something about her sent goosebumps down feanaro spine . "Maby she can be of some help " he thought to himself

As the women neared she confirmed feanaros suspicion of her being native when she greeted the three of them as such. In a friendly mannor feanaro bowed quickly an greeted the women "greetings bri I am feanaro and im also called shadeslayer, or the shadow."

[Rhaxta]

Rhaxta twitched and would have sighed if anything but a squeak would make it by her pained throat. Her green eyes fell soon after the other man approached; as soon as Rhaxta had realized he was friendly - or at least wouldn't harm her for now - she wilted. Her brain slipped back to the misery she had uncapped in the short time she was alone. It was a recently gained habit, It was the only way she had found to escape the feel of her bruised body.
She spent a time dwelling; it had always ended up akin to this, really. Never literally collared, sometimes a prisoner, always pulled irrevocably toward something.

It seemed the wheel of time had her entwined, drawing her into the thickest. There were always mortal characters; the earliest Arkantos. The most recent, Kvisa. Now Uruale. She was sick of being led and pulled.

Something bloomed in her and her hand brushed the segmented silver band about her neck, a finger tracing the loop that rested at the front holding the piece together, a turmoil of light and dark energy glowing within. She twitched again.


''Rhaxta, get up.''

Whatever had been blooming within caught alight at the words, and immediately Rhaxta came back to her senses enough to throw herself forward with a snarl - sounding more a roar through her battered throat - teeth bared and longer-than-usual canines prominent. She aimed to barrel into Uruale, throwing him onto his back and pinning him down. But something stopped her mid-stride; the moment she opened her mind to magic it seeped away from her, like water through her fingers.

Throwing Uruale a venomous look, she growled. Husky though it was, her voice would have sounded acid even without the sore throat.
''If I wanted to sit here and freeze myself to death, you couldn't stop me. I'm just trying to get that d**ned shade Kvisa out of my head!''
At that, Rhaxta's eyes focused on movement nearby, and her eyes widened in shock.

Something felt wrong. The was a very vague sense of something else. Thoughts, feelings. It was weaker than the similar connection she had to Uruale, yet it was greatly vaster. And frightened. Fearing utter destruction, in fact.
The eldunari - she had figured as much from what Kvisa had said, and that dream. They feared something almost as much as she did them, the presence that had hunted her relentlessly for months seemed to recoil here, almost hide. Eying the woman that had approached, and called herself a native. She could feel a taint from the woman, like a magic recently used.

Only then did she remember the other person present, who spoke calmly to the woman. Could they not see?
Rhaxta didn't like any of it, though her brain was too muddled and she too tired and sore to think straight.
Rhaxta murmured, though remained silent. She was jumping at everything and felt particularly helpless; she could not feel magic in the slightest, no matter how she tried. Rhaxta unsteadily made for a nearby copse of trees, she wasn't particularly chatty and she had regretted speaking as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
She was going to find water and shelter. She didn't imagine Uruale would let her stray too far anyway. But she needed water.

[Brenton]

Bristven felt the others look at her yet she wasn't really paying attention. Her mind had gone blank except for the acknowledgment that her mount was almost upon them. For her, each second was as long as an hour. Yet the very steady beat of her heart was what she kept time with. Then she heard the elf say that his name was Feanaro and yet that didn't matter. The rest of the name was what mattered. He had said that they called him shadeslayer, which was what caused her reaction. Bristven's hair stayed curled but the white seemed to brighten and her eyes became voids of light as her lips drew back from the sharpened teeth that looked almost human. Her hands seemed to tighten around the air and a static-like aura surrounded her. Next came the menacing hiss that escaped her throat and then the large shadow passed over them, blocking out the light of the moon. It was still a young night, yet she was going to make it long and dangerous for the young shadeslayer.

You have shades where you came from? Well, I assure you, the shades in this land aren't easily defeated Shadeslayer, since I was once attacked by a shade and just barely lived. Bristven's voice was eerily soft and there was a hiss with every s that was spoken. She had started to use part of the story that she had heard of Durza's demise. Then the shriek of her mount sounded from nearby and she looked over toward the mountains that were just beyond the forests. She could see the eagle that was her shadow beast, yet he was still a speck on the distant mountains.

[Nepherion]

Uruale looked towards the foreign elf and with unfazed eyes, spoke. " No. We need no company. " he said bluntly, challenging the man's stabbing glare. He had little fear in his heart for others, his instinct to protect himself and survival skills had all but taken the majority of his mind. Few things frightened him and Rhaxta's untamed power was one of them, along with Kvisa terrifying ability to manipulate and control people. He motionlessly let a shudder roll down his spine.

He let out a sharp, irritated, breathe of rebuke as Rhaxta responded in resistance. " Do you want to test that theory Rhaxta ? Get up ! " he growled, leaning closer to her. Suddenly his ear picked up the voice of another, one that had previously been either looked over or ignored in his haste to move Rhaxta.

He turned his head towards the newcomer...

His stone gray eyes widen in slight shock. A-Another one. he told himself. The air around the new woman was fowl and her appearance was like bait for a human male, alluring and holding almost certain death. She reminded him to much of Kvisa.

Uruale steeled his heart and expression. He appeared unafraid, confident, and powerful; or he would have if not for his dirtied tunic, torn crimson cloak, and ragged darkened trousers. He looked towards the exotic shade, immediately calling her bluff. Her accent was foreign, but the way her S's slid out her mouth was most certainly that of a shade's tongue.

He decided to remain silent, allowing the two to speak. If he could, he wanted nothing to do with any more shades. He had already bound himself to Kvisa in ways that he regretted, he refused to face a shade in such a weakened state and without Flare. Even now his mind was being occupied by her safety and wondering. He wished to feel her strong, passionate thoughts, and her warnings of sorts of the dangers around him . He hadn't known how much she filled his life with company until she had left. But now wasn't the time for that, now was the time to look evil in the eyes.

Uruale turned his eyes back to where Rhaxta was and finding it empty clenched his teeth against one another. " Damn girl." he mumbled. Uruale would have hated to put his only lead to the Eldunari in danger of another shade, and his position was to far out for him not to draw attention to her. If he had moved to follow than the shade may had attacked her. Also he always had the Kvisa's magic to direct him towards her, she could not get far.

A glimmer flashed passed his ash eyes as the woman's energy suddenly jumped to life. It was an impressive show of irritation he had to admit. He placed his hand on Reona's hilt vaguely, out of the sight of her obsidian eyes. " You are a fool elf. You unknowingly invoke the wrath of a shade. " he spoke, out of ear shot of the shade infront of them. He hated the fact that a battle could soon occur and all he really had at his disposal was the little power that Kvisa had provided to him. Flare... If I die. Just know I love you. he told himself, thinking that if his escape hadn't worked and he was forced to do battle with the shade that he probably wouldn't make it. .

[Brenton]

Great winds picked up and branches swayed to and fro as a darker magic surfaced within the shade and her thoughts soon boiled from the hatred and anger that the ignorant elf had brought forth. He was standing there trying to be polite and say who he was, yet there was no way Bristven would allow such ignorant manner to bring about calm from her. If he was who he said, and Bristven was sure of the truth in his words, then there would be a great storm and fighting raised from within the area. Great black clouds started to form in the atmosphere around the group and sharp claps of thunder resonated from the skies with bright flashes of lightning lighting up the night sky. Yet what was truly evil was the roaring of winds and waves across the ocean that was visible over the cliffs near them.

Bristven felt her slim form start to waver as her mind grew even more demonic and she could hear the screams of the spirits within her. The memories of her life before, Fern's imprisoned times, started to surface and she looked at the tattered red cloak and emblem of the Empire on the man further away. Trees started creaking and howls sounded from the forest nearby. Shrieks from birds echoed and roars from bears pierced the air covering them. Thick fog rolled over the land and tendrils of clear spirits roamed over the hills that were in between the mountains and the forest. Then the giant black mount appeared over the trees right next to the group.

Bristven laughed in an eerily dark tone that left no doubt of who she was. Then the female shade reached out to the space around her and spoke in a commanding voice that would have scared anyone she knew. Feanaro Shadeslayer, how would you like to die tonight? She reached toward her blades that were still not within view and she grasped the hilts. With great anguish, Bristven howled to the creatures of the islands. Her mount dropped to the ground and revealed the jagged talons and thick obsidian black beak. The feathers of her shadow beast were starting to look like decaying flesh and the wings were edged with sharp bones that were yellowed white.

[NatharTheRustler]

An elven man spat dust and other various items from his mouth, wiping his tongue on his sleeve. He sat on a large, golden beast, its stomach pulsing up and down in the steady rhythm of breathing. He was leaning off its side, his left arm hooked between two of several of the spikes upon its neck. He sat up, sighing.
Okay, uh, Bralek?
The dragon underneath him snorted, slowly raising its head. It looked around, in alarm, jumping up, circling around as if he was a small deer, surrounded by a pack of wolves. Nathar sent a mental image of such an occasion to his Dragon, following it up with the words, Are you scared of my hood? I promise, I'll take it off.
Hush.
Where are we, Bralek?
I do not know.
You are the most helpful, how could I ever repay you for all you've done?
He looked up at the sky, observing what appeared to be a storm, brewing rather quickly.
"I shouldn't drink so much." Nathar muttered under his breath. He heard some speaking, and spotted some movement in the corner of his eyes. He glanced down, seeing a group of people about One-Hundred meters away from him, or so.
Shall we? He asked Bralek. As he felt a sense of approval from his dragon, he gripped one of his friend's neck-spikes, pulling up his hood from the blue robe he wore, a wolf's head clamped around his skull. He ducked down against Bralek, tapping him with a free hand, before gripping another spike. Bralek raced forward, jumping from a small incline in the hill-like formation they previously sat upon, Nathar receiving a whack in the face of one of the branches of the tree they sat under, struggling for a moment to hold on, before his grip returned to normal.
Bralek's wings parted as he jumped, taking off. Soon enough, they were soaring through the air, flying in a circle above the group below, the dragon's golden scales sparkling in the moonlight.

[Glaeran]

Ertength jumped over the space of a nearby tree branch and then realized that the trees and forest he was in was completely different. The wooden branches were brown but the aura of them was darker than that of even the Spine. That accompanied the fact that there was a strange storm brewing and he was unsure of why he sensed the working of a Shade. Winds lashed at the flapping wings that rested on his back and made the sounds of a demonic wistling that sounded almost like that of a shadow beast. Then Ertength realized that it was in fact a real shadow beast that was roaring at them.

The elf jumped up and hovered with his wings while he rose higher to the highest branch of his tree. It was just high enough for him to look at the group of people. It was almost comical, until he noticed a Shade with curly white hair readying herself to kill them. It was all Ertength could do to not freak out. So the draconian elf dashed forward and allowed his wings to catch just enough air so that he could hide within the foliage of the closest trees.

Ertength watched and then saw the Shade woman with her eyes pitch black and voided of all kindness. Her curly white hair grew and then he saw the blue tips. He was so captivated that Ertength fell from the branch and was shocked out of his infatuation as soon as his back hit the hard dirt ground.

[fëanàro]

Feanaro was not surprised to hear the man decline his request to join them for the evening. The elf had the fealing that this stranger didn't like him for some reason or anyone for that matter. There was something about this pair that seemed off to fean but he figured its best to not keep bothering them, as rhaxta got up feanaro stases fell onto her briefly .but suddenly feanaro got this bone chilling fealing as the sky began to darken as women called bri informed the elf that she had nearly been killed by a shade.

When feanaro shifted his his body so that he was now standing sideways being able to see bri an uruale with a quick move of the head. The large elf warrior was surprised to see bri standing there hair beginning to brighten ,her eyes became black voids and her teeth were sharpened when she reveals her evil grin. When fean herd uruale say that the elf unknowing provoked a shade he knew that it was true. This women was no native she was a shade.

The shade women displayed a awsome show of her power it was amazing and frightening at the same time. Fealing his heart beat begin to quickened fean knew that a fight was unavoidable, and his heart rate was not raising due to being scares it was the excitement of battle the prospect of pinning himself against another foe one who could kill him. Fean did not want to die but he was also not afraid of it he was raised to fear very few things, as the shadea began to threaten feanaro he was agian surprised hybrid arrival of her shadows mount "what in the name of vrael is that thing" he said aloud to no one particular.

Feanaro was just about to pull his blades out when he was suddenly overwhelmed by a consciousness that could belong to only one. " FEANARO![/color]" over come with joy knowing that his partner of his heart an mind was safe feanaro knew time was of the essence though "JARKORE! Your ok? I was worried about you brother. But I seem to be in some trouble I am with some people an one of them is a shade women and she has a shadow mount and let's just say im not on their good side. I need youbto get here as swiftly as possible" feanaro sent an image of wear he was so jarkore could find him. Their was a brief pause before fean herd a mental ROAR! "FEANARO yes I am fine though I have no idea what has happend or wear we are. And agian it seems trouble has found you be safe an don't do anything foolish I am on my little one[/color]". An the link was gone.

Fealing better knowing that jarkore was on his way fean spoke loud enugh for uruale to hear "stranger I hold no loyalties to you nor you me. But I ask you now will you assist me in riding this stain from the world? Im not asking you as a friend nor enemies im asking one warrior to another if you will fight or flee. Together im sure we could more then hold our own against her" feanaro finished his sentence by pointing his now drawn blades at bri an as he awaited uruaels answer he eyed bri with loathing an disgust "you see these blades wench? They have tasted shade before an youI know what....they like it. To them the blood of your kind is as sweet as mothers milk and they thirst for more. You make idol threats an snide remarks wile displaying your dark powers and I must ask you,am I supposed to be scared or impressed? Because im neither!". Fean knew these words would probably set bri off like like an explosion but he did not care. Lowering his blades feanaro took two steps back closer to uruale an awaited an answer before all hell broke loose.

[Nepherion]

The situation was turning bad, the Shade was beginning to shape the very climate with her resentment and hatred for the unfamiliar elf. Uraule looked up as dark clouds swirled like a typhoon above them, decorating the very sky with darkness. His eyes widen and his lips parted as a lone breathe escaped him. " I-Impossible.. Magic that can alter the heavens !! " he shuttered to himself. He held fear of her power, it reminded him so much of Kvisa's; and yet here he had told himself he wouldn't face Kvisa until he was sure he could beat her. It was the same situation here.

Uruale lowered his eyes from the storm of anger, his expression fading into the usual restrained calm. Though doubt ran through his body he refused to show it. He glanced towards the elf, his eyes never moving from the shade. " You're right ! I owe loyalty to no one but myself. So your on your own. I have no shame in fleeing to fight another day.. This is the way of survival. " he told the elf. He still held Reona's hilt in his hand and the hesitance of showing his back to the enemy kept him from following Rhaxta into the topiary behind him.

The night had brought a eerie feeling to him, as if he wouldn't last another day in this new unforgiving land. It sure was some welcoming party though. The land had held so much dreary to it that it the shade seemed almost at home in it.

A familiar sound soon filled his ears, the sound of drums beating against the invisible eddies of the wind. Only one instrument could make such a sound against a force of nature and that was the wings of a dragon. His stone-black eyes raised in the confines of his lids. His vision was on the sky but his face was on the shade. He needed only a glance of the dragon's golden scales to know that it wasn't Flare. A despairing feeling enter the pit of his stomach and heart.

But he clenched his teeth and tossed the fear away. He would have time for self pity once he survived this skirmish of sorts.

Uruale gathered himself , measuring how much magic he had for any kind of battle. At most he could only use one advance spell or a three or four minor ones, and if it came down to it he could squeeze what little the Eldunari had gathered. But would that be enough to formulate an escape ? He feared it wouldn't be. Not with a Shade, a elf, and a new Rider around him. What a bothersome situation I've gotten myself into. He took a few steps back from the others when the sound of cracking branches and ruffling leaves begin to shatter the silence. Afterwards a large thump could be heard and once again the group of people had grown. Uruale's teeth clenched again, but this time in anger. " Why the hell are their so many people here ? " he growled to himself, irritated by the cluster of new competition and danger.

[Brenton]

A quick roar shattered the air around the group as a dragon became present to Bristven's mount. The shadow eagle launched itself into the air and swiped at the air in front of the rider. The whole time, Bristven reached toward her swords and felt the comforting feeling of the ridges of the hilt caress her fingers. It was still fun to recognize the demonic feeling of her blades while facing a crazed elf who called for her blood. She quickly drew both swords and instantly went into battle mode where she could release her pent up anger and destroy the pompous elf.

Foolish elf, I am a child of demons. No one can kill me since I was already a child of demons before my transformation. Now stand and die, for you have no allies, and your dragon will die as well. Bristven revealed the information she had gathered by how Feanaro had been acting when she first saw him and then how he spaced out when he started his threats. The she demon felt the spikes that were sheathed in the hilts of her swords. If need be, Bristven would draw the spikes and throw them into her enemy's heart from afar.

[NatharTheRustler]

Nathar observed the mount blankly.
So, Bralek, have you been looking into mating? Why, I know the perf-
Bralek growled, interrupting him and swerving to the left and towards the ground, landing. He turned right, staring at the Eagle-like creature, before he raised his head, parting his maw and whipping his neck back and forth, a pillar of flames scorching the night sky. His right-hind claws dug into the ground, as he stopped expelling the flames from himself. He roared loudly, before lowering his head and staring at the mount.
"ACTUALLY."
Nathar looked extremely irritated.
"WE will go do something productive, unlike you boring lot. I mean, honestly! Could do something whilst we're in some weird unknown land.. Well, to me, I'm a bit unsure of you. I will be gathering materials for shelter and a fire. If any of you wish NOT to be blithering fools, you will come help I- and Bralek- in doing so."
The dragon let out a strange gnarled groan, turning away to the trees.
"Honestly, some peopl-"
Good Gods, please just shut up before I eat you.