Rise of the Dragon Riders {CLOSED}

[wingfeather]

Harrow very suddenly ceased laughing, ''Arrow, you know what! We completely forgot to eat! Where are we going to get us some vittles,'' he asked standing up and brushing himself off. Opening the stall door he stepped out. ''Come on, let's go and find some food, then probably get to bed.

Serhan recoiled with a look of horror as the green poison began filtering from her mouth, then he quickly jumped aside from the scales when she brushed past her, and meekly followed behind, grabbing a bucket and filling it from the cistern along the way. Once her stable he began to tentatively sponge her down with a wet cloth.

[Chloriosus]

Crimson watched the dark colored dragon speed off into the distant darkness until he couldn't see her anymore. Then, with a growl, he picked up his wings and started slowly flapping them, forcing them to go up and down through the flight pattern. Then, his eyes fixed on a distant mountain in the vale, he lifted up into the air, his bad wing doing rather jerky movements, and set his course towards the place he called home. At first he just relaxed his wings and did a gliding pattern, but he soon gave that up. Surprisingly it was easier to stay in the air when moving more. Although it irritated the wounded area more, it distracted and kept moving rather than a boaring pain that made you think your mind was dissolving into blankness. Crimson's going was slow, but he steadily plowed on fueled by his ever growing want of revenge.

[Chloriosus]

Arrow sprang to his feet. "By Gollum, you're right!", he exclaimed. "Although I am sure with how much you eat you shall soon be fat as the dwarves, speaking of which, aren't the sign ups for the tournament today, or where they last week?"

[wingfeather]

Harrow thought for a moment, ''next week I think, or is the tournament even this month.... I dont know. And also by the way YOU eat you'll be fatter!''

[wingfeather]

After Dagor had finished the buckle he looked at a sand clock he kept on his desk, his red brows raised at the time. “I had no idea it had gotten so late,” he told Spruce, “well I suppose we should get to bed, stoke the fire once more, won’t you Spruce,” he asked beginning to put all his tools away, including his intricately carved war hammer which he reverently hung on two pegs nailed into the wall. Spruce heaved himself onto his feet and poured some more lave into the furnace warming the entire room up a bit. After Dagor had finished closing up shop, he got into bed and soon fell asleep to the sounds of Spruce’s snores.

[tenebria]

Leilani stalked into her stable, still growling under her breath, then settled down with an angry ignoring air as she waited for the stableboy to return. When he did she sniffed the water to be sure it was crystal clean then motioned for him to begin, staying still as the clean water trickled down her scales and washed the horrendous dust away. She consoled herself with the fact that it was so dark it was doubtful many would actually notice the dust.

Nuana was facing a difficult decision. She had two options this night. Either she could go to her mother's house which was much closer, or she could go to her own private room, which was farther. Mother, or the dark... which was worse? She stood at the door to the mess hall for a few moments, then gave a decided nod. The dark was preferable. Besides, the moon was out above, lighting the path. She stepped out on the path with a graceful stride, and almost tripped over a shovel a hapless stableboy had left laying there. She let out a cry and managed to recover herself, looking around in mortification to see if any had noticed. Thankfully no one had, besides a sleepy swarm of Dreki, and she marched off to her room. It took quite a while of navigating through the dark, but finally she reached the private quarters and entered, moving to her room and opening the door, then letting out a relieved sigh as she closed the door. What a long day! she thought with exhaustion, despite the fact that she'd really done nothing all day. Moving to her mirror, she began undoing the leather tie from her hair. Almost an hour later she was finally ready for bed, and slipped onto the luxurious goose feather mattress, snuggling under the fur covers and giving a soft sigh of elegance as she fell asleep swiftly.

[tenebria]

Visilva pushed herself hard upwards as she sped into the cool night air currents, her manner suddenly totally sober. She knew the importance of this mission. And so she strained herself to go as fast as she could, her gaze intense as she kept herself focused on each changing wind, riding them to the best of her ability to give herself the swiftest flight. She didn't bother to wonder about the poison dragon somewhere behind her, as she knew she had quite a long flight ahead of her, and energy wasted on looking back would hinder her going forwards.

[tenebria]

Alalëa gently closed the door behind her, letting out a sigh. So. Liduen. Who could this person have been? She gave another frustrated sigh as she began striding off down the hall, heading for the girls barracks. Instead of answering questions, her visit had simply doubled them. Who was the scribe? Who was Liduen? How had the battle ended? Why was the second scroll gone? Why had the scribe stopped writing the first scroll when he had had so much more room? A sudden sound in front of her startled her from her whirling thoughts, and she moved to the side as a messenger trotted by, heading for the stairs that led to the main scribes room. She was thankful for the distraction, as it let her restart her questions to order out what she DID know. There was a second scroll. It could be in the Scriptorium. The battle had somehow been won. And Grafolk knew the answer, if he could possibly just remember. A slight smile passed over her face as she turned down the corridor and out into the night, heading down a path that led to her destination. That old elf, he had been such a wise counselor so many times. Just as none knew of Alalëa's fascination of manuscripts, neither did they know of the friendship between one of the eldest elves in The Nest, and the up and coming rider. Unfortunately not many seemed to remember the old scribe anymore, why the elf didn't know, as he was one of the wisest people she had ever met in her entire young life. He had coached her through making up certain battle maneuvers for Visilva, basing them off of ancient texts and battle manuscripts. Without him, she was sure she and the Shadow Dragon would not work half as well together. She was broken from her thoughts as her steps ended at the barracks, and she swiftly shrugged off the cloak as she entered, hanging it on a hook and moving to her cot to prepare for bed.

[wingfeather]

The feathered dragon stretched her long neck forward and sniffed the meat, she wanted to take it, she was absolutely starving. She had not been fed since the last time Elexain gave her food, and that had not been nearly enough to fill her. And also, what if that horrendous roaring started? Memories of her past life came flooding to her, she remembered when she and the other captive dragons had to fight each other to get to the food thrown to them, and she, being smaller and weaker, had multiple times gone to sleep hungry. Of course she realized that things were a little different here. No one spoke harshly to the dragons for no reason, or inflicted any sort of pain for the fun of it. But still, it might just be a trick, they might just want her to let her guard down so that they could catch her unawares.... But the fish smelled SO good. Her blue-green feathers began quivering and her tail moved restlessly, but still Elexian waited and spoke to her soothingly, not even noticing if any were around, he watched the dragon before him closely. The dragon began to get a little agitated, her unsettled mind causing her to become anxious. But finally after she took what seemed like a deep breath, she stretched her neck forward and sniffed at his hand once more, before swiftly snatching the fish from his hand and recoiling to the back of the cage as if he were fire, in the process she had managed to graze the back of his hand with two of her teeth. Elexian didn't even notice at first, he was in dumb shock, then he realized the red liquid dripping from his hand and pulled it in. He staunched the flow with his other hand wincing slightly, ''I'll see you later,'' he said to her, slowly he backed out, liguring for just a while longer before she was out of sight, what a day!

[Chloriosus]

Somewhere in the Vail, Crimson was barreling to station the air. The winds had picked up and we’re in a bad direction, worsening his flight considerably. After a while of that, he realized he wouldn’t get much further like this, and landed. His flight wasn’t good to speak of, but he still had the strength to run. He set of at a considerably fast pace,. At this rate he would still make it a few hours before daybreak.

[Chloriosus]

Arrow considered his brothers argument. “If one of us gets fatter, the other shall have to do the same.”, he said decidedly, taking up a rock that lay on the way and flinging it behind the dragon stables. A shout rang out from behind it. “I hit more targets in practice than you,little brother.”, he finally said.

[wingfeather]

Harrow looked down at his skeletal frame with a thoughtful expression, ''Arrow lad, we've got to do something about our figures, that's probably why we haven't been promoted to captains yet,'' he shook his head, ''do you think we need to eat more or something?'' Harrow watched as his brother threw the rock then smirked and took out his sling from where it had been clipped to his belt, he picked up a pebble, fitted it into his pouch, spun it a couple times over his head for momentum, then released, all in one fluid motion. The stone wizzed from his sling and hit the red painted bull's eye of a target that hung nearby, ''think you can beat that?''

Serhan continued to carefully wash the dust from off Leilani's scales, he moved his hands in a particular way so that he wouldn't get his hand chopped up by her deceptively soft looking scales, even so once he had finished the cloth he had used was so torn up that it was not even fit for rags, he hands bore a few scratches as well, but this was only due to the low light of torches and candles causing him not to see very well. After he was done washing the dust off Serhan grabbed a jar of scale polisher and began applying it vigorously with a fresh cloth.

[tenebria]

Leilani gave a snort at the boy's feeble attempts to wash her, but even she had to admit that the scale polishing was a wise move on his part. She relaxed slightly, shifting without warning and almost cutting his hand rather badly as she laid her head down. Just because the boy was awake didn't mean she had to stay awake. After such a horrifying, energy draining event, she desperately needed some calming rest.

[Chloriosus]

Arrow swiftly took out his own slingshot, took up a stone, and hurled it at the target, hitting the same spot as his brother. He surveyed the fallen stone. Suddenly a bright idea hit him. “Hey, one of us should stand against the wall of the mess hall with a pot on their head or an apple or something, and the other shall aim for it!” He blinked against the darkness. “The darker it is, the braver the stander.”

[tenebria]

Alalëa gave an involuntary yawn as she undid Islingr from her waist, laying the sheathed weapon on the stand by the cot, and continuing to remove the leather arm guards she wore during the day. They protected her while training, and she overall preferred to keep them on all day than removing and attatching them again constantly. As her training periods were quite frequent, if also erratic at times. As she was placing them beside Islingr, she instinctively glanced across the cots to the area the dark haired elf who had graced her with such a fearsome battle earlier usually rested. A frown appeared on her brow, and she straightened. The cot was empty. She stared for a few moments at the cot. Why did such a feeling of foreboding almost seem to surround that simple cot? Surely it was just in her head. She attempted to dismiss the feeling. If the elf was late, it was doubtless because she was tending to her dragon, she reassured herself as she drew back the simple linen covers on the hard cot. And then she paused. What was she thinking? This was the first night she'd been so preoccupied she hadn't even given a thought to her own dragon! A feeling of guilt struck her, but she swiftly attempted to argue it away. She had already warned Visilva that her actions would cause her to not appear for quite some time, so she surely wouldn't be looking out for her. But what if she was? Or what if a stableboy hadn't latched her stall and she was out? The worrying thoughts grew until she could no longer deny them, and with a sigh she slid her feet back into her leather boots, and stepped to the door. Just a quick glance to be sure all was correct, no more was needed.