Rise of the Dragon Riders {CLOSED}

[wingfeather]

Dagor looked at the young human up and down, ''no there aren't any requirements or tests, except for the dragon of course,'' he said slowly setting down his hammer and stroking his red beard, ''its made to be fair to all, but are you sure you want to join, I mean, aren't you kind of young? You sure you want to join this. I will say it does get rather intense at times.'' He picked out a broken buckle from his work pile and began softening the metal over the heat in the furnace, holding onto it with a pair of tongs. Truthfully the dwarf did not feel like going around his forge looking for papers and ink, he wasn't the Scriptorium for heaven's sakes. He glanced back at the skinny youth, wondering what his answer would be. 

[Chloriosus]

Sorgen thought back to some prior tournaments. He had to admit Dagor was right. "Well, uh I..." He had decided to go, hadn't he? He had kept busy training. But then again, Regen had had quite the unfavorable behavior today, and although they had practiced a lot there still was a chance of everything going wrong. Sorgen's mind starting racing towards some of the worst possible outcomes, before he shook his head as if to clear his thought, and before his anxious mind could tell him otherwise, he said it. "Yeah. Uh, I think I'll do it." His own words boosted his confidence somewhat, and putting on a more focused air, he repeated more sure of himself,"Yeah, Im going to try this year." However,a few seconds later some of his anxiety returned. "If that flies with you, of course."

[tenebria]

Leilani gave a delicate snort as she was changed to the stableboys care, glancing back at the two twins with a queenly death stare before turning her head forwards. They were not worth a second look. And she certainly preferred being with an overawed stableboy than those two unreliable creatures.

[tenebria]

Nuana began tapping her fingers lightly on the table as she waited with growing impatience, and hunger, for her meal. Until she realized that it could possibly mar her nails, and she swiftly stopped, examining them with great care, despite their obvious unblemishedness. A sudden sound of hasty footsteps made her look up, and she stared cooly at the young kitchen maid who was rushing towards her with a steaming bowl. Ah good. She waited for the maid to set it down, looking her up and down with a disdainful look before giving her a short barely bit of a nod. The maid didn't dare attempted to speak, and fled back to the safety of the kitchen, as the young rider turned her prim attention to the dinner set before her, and tried to limit herself to small bites despite her ravenous stomach begging her to throw properness to the wind.

[tenebria]

Alalëa stopped in front of the huge yet strangely simple door, and chanced another glance down the hall. It was empty, as usual, and she lifted her hand and gave a quiet rap on the oak. Silence was her only response, so she knocked louder, hoping it was just hearing that had gone, and not the scribe she was looking for. A few moments, and she was about to turn away in defeat, when a feeble voice called from inside. "Come in my child, come in" A slight smile flickered over her face as she set her hand on the doorknob and pushed open the door, stepping inside swiftly and gently closing it. "Grafolk, I am pleased to find you awake" she said, respectfully dipping her head as her eyes traveled to the figure seated in his large chair by the open fire. A surprisingly deep chuckle emanated from this region, and the aged man made a slow rueful gesture of his hand "The young are always pleased to see the older generation awake at their convenience" he said wryly. "But I am sure you have not traveled to this dark corner to hear an old scribe's grumblings." he chuckled again, then suddenly coughed hard, as though the intake of breath was too much, his age showing as he bent almost double, quivering with the effort. Alalëa's gaze shifted from amused and mildly guilty to worried as she moved forward swiftly to sweep up a goblet from the table on which it stood, bringing it to the elders lips. He took a few sips, looking up to smile at her gratefully before motioning for her to set it down again. "Thank you my child, but I shall not crumble to dust with one cough" he said, amusment twinkling in his stark silver eyes. She gave a slight smile, setting down the goblet and seating herself on a stool beside him. "Now then, from that eager glimmer hidden in those violet eyes, I would predict a question coming forthrightly, is it not so?" he asked, folding his hands in his dark woolen cloak and gazing at her piercingly.

[tenebria]

Visilva's mind was whirling as she glided in the thick clouds. Dragon Riders that were not from the Nest. It was possible they could be scouts, yes... but if so, why were they not returning to the Nest immediately? Plus she hadn't recognized the dragons, not one scale. Plus the fact that that other dragon... the poison one she believed it to be, had just been flying in this area, and then disappeared. The two situations had to be combined. And then she remembered that the dragon had been injured as well. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she readied herself to spin around and head back with all haste for the Nest, then stopped herself. Wait, how was she supposed to communicate any of this? She had no evidence, and without any solid evidence, she wouldn't even be able to get her rider to understand her! She needed some solid proof somehow of the riders below and the disappearing dragon and rider. With a determined growl, she tilted her wings, allowing herself to drift towards the bottom of the clouds, her glowing eyes piercing through them as she watched the ground below. Now and then she caught a glitter of wings, and after a few moments, she realized there seemed to be almost a pattern to them. They were almost searching. But for what? Or for whom. All the more curious, she narrowed her eyes, gliding along the edge of the large forest below as she searched as well. It wasn't long before the flash of metal almost blinded her, and she unfurled her wings swiftly, jerking to a halt and remaining stationary as she tilted her head, attempting to get a lock on the location and identity of the object. But the sun's angle was not to her favor. With a growl, she glanced around, then suddenly thrust her wings, pinning them to her side as she burst from the clouds, heading like an arrow straight for the forest below her. The shadowy forest. Just the right habitat for her.

[Chloriosus]

The shadowy forrest was ever darkening as the sun set, and still Crimson had found neither trace nor fight of Firasko. His wing started ahing more seriously now, and was throbbing with each step he took. He stopped for a few moments under a large fir tree and stretched his wings, a small growl threatening to escape his throat as the tender red skin was pulled taught. Dark clouds pulled across the night sky, some momentarily covering the moon and plunging the already sinister forest into a blackness comparable to that of pitch. However, the darkness outside hardly compared to the tightly compacted darkness that was now rapidly growing in Crimson's heart. The burning lust of revenger washed over him like a wave. Most other dragons would have probably gone into a rage and attempted to destroy the enemies camp, a mission that would inevitably fail miserably. Crimson knew that he didn't stand a chance against a whole army of riders. No if he wanted revenge, he needed to take them all out. And there was no way he could do that without help. His mind raced. He needed to tell the others at the Nest, how he would do that he was not sure. He then thought of something: The Katanas, he still had them. Surely if a dragon returned from a patrol riderless and carrying their rider's weapon, even some more incompetent people would know something had happened. With this resolve in mind, he was about to take of, when he noticed from the corner of his eve something plunging into the forest. It was dark, and Crimson was unable to distinguish what it was, so he stood still, waiting, slowly beginning to get his wings into position should an unexpected take off be necesarry.

[wingfeather]

Once the moon had come up the Dreki gave one last cavernous yawn and leapt off his shoulder and flew toward the stables without even a backwards glance, ''for a moment there I actually felt close to you,'' he called to it, the Dreki merely disappeared into the darkness. Elexian smiled to himself and shook his head, he looked up at the bright moon letting its pale glow wash over him, slowly one by one the stars began to appear. He tried finding a couple constellations but he never really paid any attention to his astronomy much. His fingers shifted restlessly on the spear, one more hour.

[wingfeather]

Dagor shrugged, ''don't say I didn't worn you,'' he walked to the back of his forge behind his furnace, this was actually his sleeping quarters. He had always hated sleeping in the same room with a bunch of other fellas, so when he was able to open his own smithy, he quickly moved all his things out of the barracks and established his residence right in the workplace. After rummaging for some time around in his cabinets and drawers he finally produce a sign up sheet, slightly crumpled from lying in the back of the drawer he had stuffed them in earlier in the day, ''here ye are lad, just sign yer name and age here, and yer dragon's here, also yer dragons main power or element down there.''

[wingfeather]

Harrow snapped his fingers at the idea, ''they would love to watch this, good thinking little brother,'' he said slapping him lightly on the shoulder. He ran to the double headed dragons' stall and quickly shinnied up the long neck, perching on the slightly swaying head of Fire Bomb. Fire looked over at Ice, resisting the urge to shake off his gangly rider, ''what have the gotten themselves into now,'' he asked despairingly. 

Serhan continued to lead the petal dragon down the path, he looked back at her every once in a while sighing at the thought of its rider. Suddenly he tripped over something and fell standing up again he began dusting himself off, but out of nowhere poured down upon him and Leilani was a lot of fine dust. It puffed out into a great cloud after it fell and also engulfed some of the unfortunate nearby dragons.

[Chloriosus]

Arrow scolwed slightly at his brother, then noticed that Serhan was close to springing the trap, and he quickly swung up onto Spitball's head, which was shaking slightly. "Nothing good or sensible.", Ice replied, with equal amounts of despair in his voice. Arrow shushed Ice slightly, earning him a head toss, which left him observing the dusty scenario upside down. Spitball groaned internally as the dust cascaded through the air, almost reaching them. "I was right." he said, attempting to shake off Arrow, who had clambered back up onto his head.

[tenebria]

Visilva flashed through the trees, her focus as true as her rider's sword as she plunged immediately into the trees shadows, seeming to disappear almost midair. From this form she let her concentration spread to the surrounding area, taking in the scents and sights. For a moment all seemed like a normal forest... until she caught a whiff of a scent that made her triply alert. Blood. Her nostrils quivering slightly from the scent she slipped to another shadow, moving swifter than she could even in flight as she sped silently through the darkness. The thought that the glint she had seen had been a weapon, was quite strongly reinforced by the metallic scent that lingered in tantalizing whisps through the air. Her eyes constantly roved as she glided through the shadows, her focus keen as she plotted out the darkest path. The gloom over the forest did not bother her in the slightest, instead making travel much simpler, she no longer having to hop from shadow to shadow, but able to simply slide over the forest floor in a direct line to her destination. She could vividly remember the location the glint had caught her eye from, and that was where she was headed. Right when she was slowing at the region she was sure it had been near, a dark shadow almost seemed to rise up, and she swiftly glided around it, managing to keep enough focus so as to stay hidden, until she could turn her senses to this sinister figure. A dragon! Her senses went on high alert, until she caught the familiar scent, and saw the gleaming unique swords in it's jaws. It was that poison dragon, the one she'd been following! So it hadn't been killed or captured! How curious. And yet its rider was obviously not there. Whatever had happened, this dragon knew first claw, and it had evidence, the two blood stained swords. Without a thought as to the fright it might cause the other creature, she suddenly stepped out of the shadows, just as the clouds shifted slightly, glinting off her midnight blue scales. "Where is your rider?" She queried sibilantly, her glowing eyes piercing the darkness.

[tenebria]

Leilani was keeping her mind focused on getting to her stall and grooming herself clean of the grubby hands that clutched her saddle strap, just the thought that one speck of the grime might actually get on her giving her the shivers. She shuddered in response to her thoughts, and attempted to speed up, keeping her gaze high and lofty. Suddenly a thud beside her startled her from her elegance, but before she could react, an enormous, choking avalanche of dust washed over her, puffing up into the air as it fell, and wisping too and fro. She gave a screech of horror, scrambling backwards and shaking her head as the dust clogged her eyes. She was horrified. Beyond horrified. She was petrified. She let out another unearthly screech, her tail flinging to and fro as she attempted to clear the air around her, the sharp petals glinting as they flailed dangerously in erratic motions, almost taking off the extremely unfortunate stableboy's head.

[tenebria]

Nuana finished her meal in record time (for her), then dabbed her mouth delicately with the napkin that had been swiftly proffered by the kitchen maid on demand. Quite satisfying. Although she would have preferred something a little lighter and... cleaner to eat. But adequate. Getting up gracefully from the table, she suddenly almost yawned, and swiftly covered her mouth in mortification. That would have been horribly embarrasing, everyone who yawned ended up looking like a discontented cow in her opinion. Having stifled the horrifying moment of relaxation, she brushed her hand through her hair nonchalantly, despite the fact that there wasn't even anyone in the room, and moved her steps towards the door. She was feeling quite tired, and was resolved to turn in early that night. After all, her dragon was safely cared for, and there really was nothing more for her to do, especially considering the usual young men that would hang around her in the mess hall had already come before her, so there truly was nothing to do besides get her beauty sleep.

[Chloriosus]

Crimson closely observed the surrounding woods. He could hear the thing, he was pretty sure it was a dragon now, approach. There was only one to be heard, however, so he folded back his wings and got ready to attack. The dragon was very close now, it seemed to have found him. Suddenly, the clouds parted, revealing the looming frame of a dragon familiar to Crimson. It was the shadow dragon, also riderless and looking at him sharply with her gleaming eyes. His poison welled up at her question. "She's gone.", was his blunt answer, his dark eyes meeting her coldly. His speech wasn't very clear because of the swords in his mouth. "I can't find her, and I need to bring these back so we can find her.". His eyes darkened as he began to outstretch his wings again. "Wait, where is your rider?", he asked her warily, eyeing the slightly larger dragon to asses if she had any injuries. She didn't look as though she had been in some struggle, however. "Why are you here?"