Finding the Equilibrium When None Exists (open/Dragonkin)

[Nepherion]

Near death, exhausted, and beaten bloodied was his state now. He dug his hands into the earth, using all of the strength he could muster, so that he could be just a few more feet closer to her. His gray eyes shifted to the scattered remains tossed around him, all he had still clinging to him was the 'Rose Blade' Reona and his shield strapped around his fist.

"Fl-Flare," He shouted mentally."Wake up! Wake up! Do you hear me Flare!" He pulled himself closer to the three-cottages size dragon. Even while unconscious her scales shimmered beautifully down her hide. Her mind was dark and fogged. She could no more escape that darkness as he could keep his eyes open. "Damn to those monsters, they just had to shoot us down, even when...Even though-" His breath left him and his head touched the earth as he lost what little vision he had. His mind traveled too the Eldunaris still lurking in the pouches on his waist. What would become of them now?

[Brenton]

((Hmm if this is open then Brenton will be good for here but if not then just let me know and I'll delete my post))

Exhaustion no longer bothered the man as much as it would another of his size or strength, not that he was very well defined in either area anymore. What exactly that word meant even confused the figure as he walked toward the crash site, having heard of something happening in his forest kingdom. Still it was like a faint memory to the elf king to remember the feeling of his limbs growing heavy from over exerting himself like when he had fought Uruale outside Helgrind in his escape.

Now he was different, stronger and far more vicious in nature, but still the same in his impulsive behaviors and his over confident attitude toward battles. Still he felt the need to show off to girls who he just met even though he was no longer able to blush or even feel love aside from faint memories around Isrydia and Rella. Yet they were different cases, both having been near him before he created the cruxis crystal to turn into Vaentr.

The air was getting heavier and the trees felt more saddened by something that had recently happened to the land, yet he was unsure as to why. Suddenly the king was at the crash site, next to a large red dragon and a man who stirred hatred in Brenton's heart. A growl emanated from the throat of the king as his hand dropped to Undbitr but he noticed the rider was unconscious so he stayed his aggression.

With reluctance born of an oath to end this rider's life, Brenton knelt beside Uruale and whispered in the Ancient Language softly into his ear. You are in my domain, Uruale, under my rule and my trees. Now awake and tell me why for the land will heal you if you but ask the trees for aid. The words were a slight lie, twisted from their true meaning of the trees would only give him enough energy to survive on and nothing more. The Menoa Tree was not idiotic and could sense someone who was evil and that was Uruale through and through.

[Dragonkin]

"Did you hear that Tintaglia" Saphone asked his dragon as they lay basking in the suns rays

"I sure did Little One" Tintaglia confirmed

"Lets go see what it was" Saphone climbed on Tintaglia's back and she took off

"Land there Tintaglia" Saphone indicated where and soon they landed

What they saw was a friend of theirs Brenton Bromsson leaning over an unconscious Rider and their red dragon

"May the stars watch over you honored Brenton. What is going on here" Saphone waited to hear what the Elf king had to say

[Nepherion]

In a perpetual darkness; Uruale sat patiently. His mind blurred from reality as he honed what magic he had learned from Galbatorix to draw from the plants around him. He was in the land of Elves and he was sure they had plenty to spare. Besides, he didn’t have the liberty or repose to think of another method…Flare’s mind was still far from his own, veiled over by a thick fog. It was then, when the feeling of death had touched his mind for fifth time did he hear the poison filled voice of a noble dialect.

His fingers scratched at the earth, the ancient language flooding his ears to do what he had already begun to do. Albeit a bit forcefully. His stony-gray eyes shot open as inhaled a deep intake of air. As soon as he did he started to drain an Eldunari of its energy, it screeches ringing in his ear annoyingly as he did so. He couldn’t understand why it had taken him so long to do so, all of this could had been avoided if he had done it in the first place.

“Flare, wake up.” He uttered coolly, his composure returning in the face of company. He started to cipher more energy from a different Eldurnari, this one’s name was still a mystery as it flowed undeterred into her body.

Uruale looked up towards the elf, an unfamiliar one at that. He knew how protective they were about their forests, if need came than he would kill the being without regard. He grasped a few death words from Ancient Language. “Come no closer Elf, lest you be prepared to be ran through. We were shot down, we’ll be leaving soon.” He assured the being; his body although in the process of healing still had a long way to go.

“U-Urale,” Flare’s girlish voice uttered to him. “Are you still breathing my Rider?” She voice breathlessly.

“Yea…But we have…Well, open your eyes.” He spoke causally.

One of Flare’s large orbs peeled open, the dark slant in the middle eyeing Brenton. “Is he an enemy?”

“Not sure. If he attacks, we strike to kill.”

[Brenton]

Brenton laughed, harsh and bitter as he realized this poor idiot was threatening him, before drawing himself to his full height and flashing a telltale grin. You can't kill me, Uruale, for your couldn't when I was weakened and with broken bones outside of Helgrind. What makes you think that I am weaker than you even after you have suffered injuries? Take from my land again by force and I will be the one to slay you as I swore I would before. Brenton's over confident attitude shone through as he gripped Undbitr and drew the blue blade with a contemptuous flick of his wrist.

And if you have Flare attack me then you will find that I am not easy prey for you to kill now like you assumed I was back in Uru'baen. Rise Empire rider and speak your reason for entering Du Weldenvarden lest thou wish for death to be slow as thine blood is through thine veins. Brenton spoke with an older dialect but the meaning was all the same and if Uruale was even slightly intelligent then he would have recognized him by now.

[Dragonkin]

My Lord Brenton I ask again WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" Saphone spoke loudly but not disrespectfully at the urging of Tintaglia