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Post by Ferus Tutela on Apr 11, 2010 7:26:25 GMT -5
The sun was high in the sky and it shone through the clearing and onto the small camp that the humans outside his egg had made. While Ferus was aware of nothing but the changing shadows, he could plainly hear them all talking. He was headed somewhere they called Urû'baen. They knew his egg contained him, but there were no sorcerers amongst them. They were scared. 'And so they should be' Ferus sniffed to himself, shifting from within his egg.
The mid-day sun began to warm him, washing away the cold from the night. Shaking his back, there was a sharp noise from the outside-egg-world. The purple dragon strained to hear what was going on but became still when he heard the awful steel-on-shield sound. The cries of the men began but still none approached. He sensed and heard the fight moving closer and then he was rolling, his egg tumbling away as it was hit. He came to a stop away from the fightng and grumbled to himself.
It carried on for a while and then there was silence. Nothing. Not the gentle sounds of animals or the harsh cry of battle. Then, he heard footsteps appraoching him.
Shifting in his egg, he heard the... what ever it was come to a stop before him. The light dimmed as they leaned over his egg. Words echoed from the outside-egg-world but he couldn't understand them.
((Hope this is Ok. Other posts will be longer =]))
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Post by Ardocc & Mani on Apr 13, 2010 12:59:38 GMT -5
Soft, barefoot steps along the hardened mud path in the small patch of forest and growth on the edges of Hadarac. Long crude hardwood bow in left hand, a sheath of long black arrows on the same side, hand poised. Stalking the smell of campfire for a hundred yards, from where he had spent the night in a clearing. Only a company large enough to not be afraid would create a fire that noticeable. He thought, then scoffing. Or a very foolish group who doesn't know the first hing abou-
Just as the thought crossed his mind he heard an awful cry and sounds of combat. Weapons clashing, and men crying out. Ardocc side stepped to behind a tree, he knew the fight was yards ahead, and the trees provided no chance of sight, but he needed to concentrate to reach out with his mind.
With back resting on the wide trunk he closed his eyes and sighed, letting the expanse of his mind leave the confines of his head. He swept his consciousness in the direction of the fight, quickly finding the small, hard protected orbs of the fighters. Some were extinguishing quickly, he figured human against Urgal from the sounds of the cries. As he crept his thoughts across the clearing not 30 yards away he hit a hard mental wall. A guarded being whose defenses far surpassed Ardocc's mediocre mind ability.
Retracting his thought, Ardocc put a wall up before his own; not wanting to be penetrated by this mysterious presence. Coming back to himself, his back covered in sweat where he was leaning. He decided to investigate this from a distance. Creeping from tree to tree and notching a long sleek arrow he began to see the shadows of the fight in a sunny clearing. As he assumed it was a few urgals against what appeared to be soldiers. This type of thing wasn't uncommon, but he didn't want to get wrapped up in it. Stick around and wait for it to end, and maybe find a new sword, he thought to himself.
As he spied, he caught a glimpse of a brutish hairy urgal throwing a small soldier across the camp, crushing his body and crashing into supplies. A large bundle swathed in cloth, rolling down an ivy covered decline to below the campsite. Reacting quickly he scaled down the short earthy cliff where an ancient water flow had carved a low stoop, now overgrown by smallstuff. He slowly moved with his back to the wall, feeling the clammy ground against his arms, and looking above to see if the package, now feet away at rest, had been noticed falling.
Unwrapping the cloth around the nearly 3 foot big oval, he noticed it was cool to the touch, even before it was uncovered. After the last layer fell, so did his jaw. What laid before Ardocc was the most beautiful stone he'd ever seen. Deep purple, almost black, with flecks of violet. "What on earth are you?!" He asked out loud, feeling the outside of the cool stone surface.
The urgals were pillaging the clearing where the soldiers had been slaughtered. They had not noticed the fall of the purple stone, and Ardocc was already carrying the re-wrapped treasure back to the clearing he had spent his previous night. Once there, he deposited the bundle on a patch of ferns and quickly unwrapped it again. The sun shining on it spread light purple lines of light across the clearing and onto his face. He spent the next few minutes looking over every inch of the stone and tapping on the sides, top, and bottom of this mystery. "What on earth are you?" He asked it again.
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Post by Ferus Tutela on May 12, 2010 9:35:56 GMT -5
Suddenly Ferus' egg was moving, the sounds fading away from him but at the same time he was distinctly aware of a being close by. It was strange, the sensation that buzzed through the small dragon. It was as if something on the outside was calling to him, although muffled as if through a dense fog.
The movement stopped and his egg was placed down. Sunlight lit up the inside of his egg, and then he was faintly aware of a tapping around him, coming from every angle as if whoever it was was testing his egg's strength. The pull was much stronger now, and as he heard the voice from the outside-egg-world speak he knew what the feeling was. He could feel the person on the outside, and could tell that this was it. He had found his Rider.
Struggling round, he began to dart his head and push against the shell that surrounded him, making it rock and moving his world. His movements became more frantic, more hurried. His pushes more aggressive as he desperately tried to get out of his now prison. With another strong push he felt the shell split, and heard a sharp noise as it cracked.
If he had been able to, Ferus was certain that he would have roared with victory. As it stood, he could not, and instead was spurred on by this small achievement. For what felt like a life-time he struggled and pushed against the egg, cracks becoming more prominent until at least it split. He feel side-ways, rolling across something soft. His dark eyes stung against the sudden bright sunlight.
Lifting his eyes, he looked straight into unfamiliar ones, but eyes he knew belonged to his Rider |
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