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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 1:58:56 GMT -5
With a song in the ancient language Vlaer pulled the pendant un-harmed from the fire and offered it back to Aysten. Nay, I believe you are a respectable man. However, you should watch your manners-- all of you, for Belgabad is short-tempered and doesn't always listen to my warnings.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 2:07:49 GMT -5
Anira didn't hear or witness the rest of the conversation from under Hérion's thick bat-like wing which kept out much of the chill of the night. She was already curled up next to Hérion comfortably, knees up against her chest and chin tucked underneath with her hair sprawled out underneath in a messy tumble. She wasn't completely asleep, just in the trance-like state the elves used as "sleeping", half awake yet half asleep.
ooc; Gonna wait till everyone goes to sleep and then we'll start the morning. |
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 2:20:04 GMT -5
Sighing Vlaer hopped up onto Belgabad's back and slept there, for Belgabad was so huge anyone could easily pass his back for a platform.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 2:35:24 GMT -5
Anira was already wake before the sun could each touch the tips of the horizon, eating some of the cold stew from the night before as her breakfast. She quietly stared at Vlaer and Aysten, keeping herself occupied by studying their features, switching to the magnificent Belgabad afterwards and admiring the beauty of his scales. It was amazing how large he was, and she couldn't even imagine seeing Hérion growing as big. Someday, if the two didn't die from the conflict of war in between.
We'd die together.
Hérion stirred a bit, tail twitching to indicate the sign of a dream. Maybe he was flying on the drifts, going to the moon and bringing it back to set upon Lake Eldor as a simple gift. How is it anything could happen during a dream, anything that anyone wanted or needed changed could be done. A world completely controlled by yourself only -- and Anira couldn't help but be slightly fascinated at the prospect. |
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 2:38:08 GMT -5
Stretching he looked down and asked Belgabad to lower his tail so he can get down, when he got down he told Anira and Herion "We have to leave, this place is too small for Belgabad to be comfortable." then he added "We also need a place suitable for you two to train with me and Belgabad."
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 2:45:02 GMT -5
"The master also learns from the student. Lesson number one, remember to say 'good morning' before starting an immediate conversation." She handed him a bowl of the stew from last night, going back over to lean against Hérion comfortably. "Where do you wish for us to go, Argetlam?"
Hérion stirred, lifting his head and blinking out the sunlight for a few seconds before his eyes were fully adjusted. He gently nuzzled Anira, her hand reaching up to scratch under his chin with a grin. "Example one. Good morning, Hérion." |
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 2:47:22 GMT -5
Chuckling Vlaer said "Ah, yes where are my manners?" He then ate the stew and thanked her. "Why, the only comfy place, our house."
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Post by Nandon on Mar 10, 2013 2:47:27 GMT -5
Aysten had left the camp early so that he could bathe and returned right as they where talking he grinned and said "example two and three good morning anira.... goodmorning heron." He smiled devilishly taking to his theme "also try to ask how they are doing....here are two examples... How are hou this fine morning anira and heron?"
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 2:48:48 GMT -5
"Ah, yes good morning Aysten." Said Vlaer and Belgabad. Then Belgabad stretched as much as he dare without crushing the rest and hummed and said "Aysten, get on my back." And he stretched his tail for Aysten to climb up.
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Post by Nandon on Mar 10, 2013 2:50:42 GMT -5
Aysten looked hesitant as this was offer "uh....iiii dont know that tail did try to kill me yesterday..."
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 2:52:43 GMT -5
Chortling with laughter Belgabad said "Do not worry, that was simply because I was impatient and you angered my partner-of-mind-and-body." Vlaer chuckled and muttered a word in the Ancient Language causing Aysten to fly into the saddle. "Now, shall we be going?" Vlaer said sweetly.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 3:03:15 GMT -5
"Much better." Anira grinned, adjusting the saddle onto Hérion with his permission and climbing on herself. It felt strange, a relief almost to have a saddle. No more bloody thighs because of his razor sharp scales jutting into her skin. She couldn't wait to try it out, and the excitement welling from inside Hérion made his calm demeanor seem fake and inactive. His back legs tensed as he waited for the signal, and he leaped upward once Vlaer and Belgabad pounced into the sky and upward they went.
Hérion was smaller which made him agile and quite fast, so he did little loops around the flying Belgabad, the laughing of Anira overheard through the thick fire of the wind. Flying was exciting, especially when the two did some complicated maneuvers which only made them want to fly even longer. The rush of bewilderment, wondering when your defying gravity and when you are not. Combining each others mind and body, the two almost merge bodies through their minds.
"Hahaha! I love this!" She shouted over the wind to Vlaer and Belgabad around the third turn. Hérion bugled in response, twisting his tail to void to the right. |
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 3:09:36 GMT -5
Smiling Vlaer jumped up and caught Belgabad's leg then using it to pivot himself into the saddle he said "Our house is far away, not close to anyone yet close to everyone." He said as Belgabad flew to where they're student's house -Glaedr and Oromis- was. When Vlaer had Aysten get down and he went down, he told Anira "We shall spar today."
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 16:44:48 GMT -5
"Spar? If it so pleases you, then we shall." Anira slid off of Hérion with ease, drawing Orchid and squeezing the hilt for a few moments, softening her grip as she went into her calm and regal state before sword play. It was only common to release all her thoughts, and to rely on pure instinct to guide her through complicated moves on luck and chance.
Practicing at Ellesmera had proven to be difficult at first, but with constant practice and training she eventually mastered even the most valuable sword wielders in her homeland. Though she never dueled against another Rider that could easily match her strength and speed at most, this would prove to be a difficult practice.
Hérion backed off to the edge of the ring, having a silent conversation with Belgabad while their Riders gave each other enough room to start off the sparring.
Anira was on the far edge, leftward, with her hand poised and ready to bounce forward lightly or dodge if it was to be a flank attack.
"Ready." |
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 16:48:16 GMT -5
Doing something that seeed to surprise their apprentices Vlaer sheathed Oblivion then quickly nothed 4 enchanted arrows that he had enchanted with fire and shot them at Anira.
In the meanwhile Belgaba told Herion to prepare and then he surged upwards before descending upon him and raking him with his massive claws.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 17:04:41 GMT -5
Hérion pushed himself up with his wings and spread out on his back before Belgabad could come upon him, giving him an accurate position to rake his claws across the soft belly scales. Though Belgabad had the size advantage, Hérion had just enough agility to squirm out from under after kicking out his back legs in an attempt to cut through the belly scales.
He dove to the side, pushing himself upwards and into the sky he quickly charged into an upward draft. Hérion rose upwards till he easily floated through the air, staring down upon Belgabad and awaiting his next move.
Anira quickly murmured,"Letta!" Stop, bringing the arrows to a standstill and to fall numbly to the ground. Anira dove forward and slashed out at Vlaer, violet blade catching the light as she hailed down a series of difficult maneuvers while she advanced towards him in a rapid pace. |
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Post by Nandon on Mar 10, 2013 17:07:46 GMT -5
Aysten moved into the clasic knife fighter stance and preparef himself for the coming battle
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 17:13:08 GMT -5
Smiling Vlaer said "Ganga," causing Anira to fly back before saying "Letta" and held her there a he unsheathed Oblivon the dark blade shimmering wih savage delight he then rammed his immense and ancient mind into Anira's defenses.
Belgabad dodge the attack rathe easily and flew above Herion before bathing him in fire and slmming his tail into Herion's side.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 17:29:02 GMT -5
Hérion easily avoided the tail, flying circles around Belgabad as easily as if he were playing with him. He always stayed one step ahead, following the movements and correctly posturing himself within and out of Belgabad's reach. He dove upward, nose-diving downward and suddenly coursing to the right and letting his claws and tail hang downward in an futile attempt to cause some damage.
Anira, on the other hand, went rigid, pushing back against his attack and filling it with her love of Hérion which was stronger than anything she could ever muster up to protect herself. It was her one weapon, the one weapong that could keep anyone out of her mind without the help of a charm. The only way would be to actually have someone pry the memories of him from her, much like Galbatorix could actually do.
Pushing back with her mind, she continued to think of Hérion while she advanced foward with Orchid in hand. |
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 17:33:49 GMT -5
Smiling at her attempt o keep him out Vlaer poured all his strengh since the day he was born 552 years ago into a mental spear that struck her defenses and had the power of the last of the High Old Ones.
Belgabad waited for Herion to approach and what Herion didn't realize is that Belgabad while slower could withstand more than Herion so he waited until he recieved the hits then bathed Herion in a more fiery het than before and raked his underbelly with his massive xlaws as he flew by.
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