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« Thread Started on Oct 13, 2007, 6:05pm » | |
Under the current her hands looked so different, as if they had never touched the edge of a blade, never met the run of blood. Calm eyes of viridian watched the shifting illusion made by the stream and for a moment, Taylan Varkatzas felt at ease.
She washed away the dirt that had claimed her hands for hours past, sitting before her image as it danced in the flow of fresh water, under a golden eye lit in the skies. They had been traveling for a period of time that deemed close to an epoch but Taylan never minded...now, she was just grateful to have been closer to Pharlen than when they had started.
Drying her hands on the dark robe she wore, she rose from her position and looked over to where a sleeping form took shape under the sanctuary of a tree's shade. He had yet to awaken and though concern for his slumber never was expressed on her porcelain countenance, Taylan could not help but always linger a stare at his chest. Rising...falling...rising...
The dragoon sat beside Orion's laying form, pulling back the hood from its place at her head, revealing long locks of brunette, confined in a braid that trickled over her shoulder and fell past her waist. A lot longer than she would ever let it grow but after months of leaving it be, there was no control over its length.
Beneath the cover of a hood, one could not spot blonde hair; a trait that would have caused both of their deaths if just one spike were to be revealed. But from this angle, Taylan casually noted, the streaks of his hair were visible. But no one was around, and a few miles north was her territory....She cast her eyes towards that direction and inaudibly let out a sigh through chapped lips. The world had changed so much in so little time...Months ago, one could breathe without having the lingering scent of death in your throat. And the forests...soaked with tears of those in suffer, who suffered and could not escape the pain.
But soon, soon things would come to an end. Taylan hoped it would.
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Breathe a fury so enchanting,
:: L I F E :: I N :: D E A T H :: A N D :: S K I E S :: |
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« Reply #1 on Oct 14, 2007, 2:52pm » | |
(hoorah! Finally, a post!  )
A figure soared high above the treetops bordering the majestic mountain range which held the dragoon capital safe inside its stony landscape. Instead of normal dragon-like wings, this figure was more angelic, his feathered wings relying more on the wind than magic to fly. Ice blue eyes scanned the skies, looking for any sort of intruder. The eyes belonged to Drake Dalaran, a dragoon which many had thought to have disappeared years ago.
He was on scout duty today, for good reason. Seraphiel had conquered nearly every capital on the face of Vaenon already, and Pharlen was one of the few "free" places left. At any moment, they had to expect an attack, and the sooner they knew to prepare for it, the better. Sighing, Drake went into a sharp dive, the tops of the trees below becoming quite close. With expert maneuverability, Drake dove through a clearing in the trees, landing on the soft mossy earth which covered the dense forest. While scanning the skies was a good way to detect any approaching intruders, there still was the chance that he could miss a small attacking party moving through the thick forest.
"I miss my island...Hell, I know what I miss even more than that..."
A voice chimed inside of Drake's head the moment he voiced his thoughts out loud. The voice was ancient, yet at the same time carrying a hint of youthful smartalek-ness. It was the voice of Azure, his -other- lifelong companion.
Its better that she stays there anyways Drake. Marina doesn't need to get involved in this sort of thing right now. Besides, she's got your kid in her belly anyways...
Drake actually blushed for a moment as Azure "said" those last few words. A smile went on his face, and he nodded, tucking his wings to his side and starting his walk through the maze of trees and shrubbery. Suddenly, he froze in his tracks as he heard something, or someone, moving nearby. His hand slowly moved to his sheathed sword, waiting for any more sounds. Again, he heard splashing, subtle, yet there all the same. As quietly as he could, Drake inched forward, his hand grasping the hilt of his blade.
After quietly pushing aside a branch or two, he spotted the source of the splashing. It was a woman, her dark hair falling about her face into long locks. She was kneeling besides a cloaked figure, indistinguishable besides a few facial features peeking from the hood it wore. Drake froze in his tracks, wondering if this woman was friend or foe. As if picking up on this, Azure echoed through his head.
Its alright Drake, she's one of us. I can sense the dragon spirit inside of her, and I don't think she's one of Seraphiel's minions...
While that information was reassuring, Drake knew he still had to be on guard. After watching the woman for a few more silent minutes, he decided to risk it. If there was to be trouble, if she was in fact one of Seraphiel's followers, he would be in some serious trouble, especially since she was also a dragoon. Stepping forth from his hiding place, Drake spoke as calmly and as friendly as he could, a smile on his face.
"Well now, what's a lady like yourself doing all the way out here?"
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