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Post by Aelodil on Apr 5, 2013 2:40:49 GMT -5
Vlaer was walking through Silthrim, to and fro admiring how beautiful it was. He walked onto the shore, and into the sea. He remembered casting a spell to keep him dry and another to make an air skin around him so he can breath under water.
While his partner-of-mind-and-body was in the sea, Belgabad continued flying, his black scales seemed to occupy the whole of Silthrim, as he was massive. He and Vlaer being one the only who were able to escape the carnage in the Fall. He snorted in amusement and flew down right into the water, causing water to land everywhere and watched Vlaer in the water. Sometimes he acted so much with nature, people mistook him for a tree when he was sitting on one.
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Post by Junoxis on Apr 5, 2013 3:24:50 GMT -5
Adjusting the leather pack on his back, Solus sniffed at the air. The scent wafting from the nearby city of Silthrim unnerved him. It was a scent he had detected before, whilst walking around Alagaesia: an odour often accompanied by a thunderous roar, or the sudden clap of flapping wings. These strange flying lizards that Solus had seen briefly seemed like something out of a story, like the ones of the riders of old he had heard about in taverns across Alagaesianot 15 years ago, before Solus had become friend to the were cats.
The ragged elf (a juxtaposition in itself) bore his teeth and growled in an automatic response, a remnant of too much time spent around feline companions. His instincts suddenly told him he didn't want to be in Silthrim anymore, but deep down, in the long forgotten remnants of Solus' mind, Silthrim was a place that he... remembered? No, thats not the right word. He had never set foot in the elven city, and yet the mere idea of it was calling to him, like an old friend.
Solus decided to err on the side of caution, and dashed from the track he was treading into the tree line, and approached the city from that angle. As he got closer, the scent got stronger, and the Wandering Elf felt a huge presence nearby. An ancient mind, thinking slow and massive thoughts. Solus loosened his hunting knife in it's sheath and carried on walking.
He kept the knife loose until he reached the center of the city. Solus already didn't like the feeling of this place: it was too familiar to him, meaning he must have been here before. Solus knew that there was a lot about his past that he didn't know, and he accepted it, knowing that one day it may all come flooding back to him. However, he wasn't expecting this uncomfortable feeling of familiarity and unfamiliarity all in one swirling mass inside his head.
He didn't speak as he padded through the city, keeping his head down and humming a tune to himself. He knew (without quite knowing how) that there was a lake near Silthrim, and Solus hoped to gain peace there. As he approached, a shadow passed over him. A shadow so massive, and a mind-presence so heavy, Solus retreated into his mind, out of fear for his thoughts. Suddenly, there was a gigantic SPLASH right in the centre of the lake. Solus looked up, and for the very first time in his 70 years, saw a dragon.
He stumbled backwards, startled by its sudden appearance. Wide eyed and fearful, for he had never seen anything like this before, Solus panicked. It was minutes before he regained his composure, drew his knife, and settled a stance which readied himself for any and all eventualities. The dragon was massive, bigger than Solus had ever imagined a dragon would be, and black. Black, gemlike scales glinted across its massive body, and each was the size of Solus' head.
"Ilerneo nama, Skulblaka!" 'Speak your name, Dragon' Shouted Solus, across the lake to the hulking mass of scales and muscle. He knew that dragons were intelligent, and so he knew that it would be able to understand him.
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Post by Aelodil on Apr 5, 2013 3:44:59 GMT -5
Belgabad snorted as he heard a small youth command him to speak his name. He rather ignored him and kept swimming while Vlaer got onto shore and said, "I am Vlaer, and this would be Belgabad. What are you doing here and who are you?"
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Post by Junoxis on Apr 5, 2013 4:27:23 GMT -5
Solus bore his teeth and began to growl. A small act, which did little to affect his situation, but made the elf feel better. The dragon seemed to dismiss Solus, turning away to continue swimming leisurely on the lake. Solus stepped forward to shout again, as he didn't like being ignored. As the words were about to leave his lips, a man stepped out. Well, not a man. An elf. He emerged from the lake and held up a hand. A hand with a silver circle in the centre of his palm. Solus' eyes widened again, the amber almost glowing. The old elf had asked a question, but the younger elf felt his question was more important. "You are a rider? The riders have returned?" Solus was still crouched in his stance, his elongated canines revealed in a soundless growl. The knife felt paltry in his hands, for if this was a rider, and he was under the snare of Galbatorix, then they were all doomed. ---------------------------------------------------- Words: 169 |
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Post by Aelodil on Apr 5, 2013 4:56:45 GMT -5
"Aye, I am a Rider. Yet if the Riders have returned..." Vlaer said, his eyes now droopy, "I do not believe so. There are a few new Riders yet me and Belgabad go back to the Fall. We are not newly bonded." He walked up to the young elf and helped him to his feet, "Fear not. We support the Varden and Galbatorix shall never take control over us unless he stands over my dead body.".
"Come, take a rest. I wish not to speak of evil while we are taking a rest." Belgabad finally said, his ancient voice rumbling. As he spoke he went to the bottom of the sea before emerging, his wings flapping as he flapped above the sea, causing a dry circle.
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Post by Junoxis on Apr 7, 2013 3:50:07 GMT -5
As the rider spoke, Solus couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. The riders were meant to be a proud order, who kept the peace of the and would fight to the death so that Alagaesia would not be enslaved by a mad king like Galbatorix. And yet, here were two relics of a forgotten age, who had stood back and allowed Galbatorix to rule the land since before the young elf was born. To Solus, that was treachery of the highest order. Even so, after a few seconds of contemplation, Solus took the hand that was outstretched towards him. His callused and scarred hand, with long fingers and dark skin almost dwarfed the small,pale hand of the older elf. However, despite a lack of battle scars and other evidence of hard living or labour, the older elf had a lot of strength hidden beneath his peaceful exterior. Before speaking another word to the elf rider, the Wandering Elf instead walked over to the shore of the lake and bowed respectively to the hulking mass of black, gemlike scales. He had no wish to befriend anyone, but it would be unwise to have a dragon and his rider against you. That would probably lead to a sticky situation. "Pomnuria baen Belgabad Bjartskula, eka celobra ono un malabra ono un onr Shur'tugal ne haina. Atra nose waise fricai?" My apologies Belgabad Brightscales, I honor you and mean you and your rider no harm. Let us be friends. Solus bowed again, and bore his fangs in a feral grin. He then turned around and bowed to the elf rider. Then, with all the time in the world, he walked slowly to where he had fallen and picked up his old staff, brushing dust off the scrawled runes that covered it. Turning back to the old rider he grinned again. "Eka eddyr du Alfa Vrangr. Un nama onr, Shur'tugal?" I am the Wandering Elf. And your name, dragon rider?---------------------------------------------------------- Words: 336 [/size] |
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