Post by Kanchana on Dec 31, 2010 17:26:31 GMT 10
Challenge 2:
OOC: No dragons
Drannor
Moving as I always did through the streets as I patrolled, things seemed calm. That was until a huge tongue of flames suddenly lit up a building nearby. The golden dragon flew past, and I saw other houses being set on fire. This was not right at all. Who would do such a thing?
Then I caught a glimpse of the simply massive blue and red dragon watching from the sky as the others attacked. There was no mistaking him for Rhothilion. But what was he doing helping an attack on the town his rider's brother lived in? What had the people here done to ask for this extreme punishment?
I knew there was a reason for everything but that did not seem to matter to him. I remembered though that just this morning I had gotten a message from my mother, and that she had warned me about what Lindan Marcos was up to. That was something that worried me indeed.
Did he know there were elves here?
Sahar Ashia
She shifted restlessly in the bed, not feeling safe without someone beside her. Someone taller, handsome frame just gave that feeling of safety, the feeling of knowing nothing would go wrong when he was around. Someone she could love. But that had been long ago. She never felt safe in the human lands anymore.
The red-haired elf shot up right, the sound of screams and and the crackle of fire from outside. Bolting to her feet, she dashed to the door and stared out it with wide, deep green eyes.
The town was burning. Her people where out there! People she cared for, healed day after day...burning!
A cry of worry escaped her, her body spinning and running down the stairs, taking them two at a time. But the problem of being in a place this size and being as uncoordinated as she was. You fall over a lot.
Her forehead smashed into the stair below, her body flying over her head and hitting the next step. She fell this way for the rest of the long, windy staircase. Every now and then, hitting the wall with a corner or so.
But it didn't matter, she had passed out long ago.
Drannor
He moved as quickly as he could to help the others getting out of their houses and on their way towards the walls. There was nothing more he could do at the moment. Things were going to be really difficult, saving all the townsfolk. His eyes searched for Allicia, the kind woman who had taken him in when he first came here. His blues met one of the other gaurds though, who nodded towards one of the buildings.
"Someone's fallen down in there and needs help, Anno," the other guy said. Pretty girl too, thought the guy.
Drannor nodded, hurrying into the building, his mind searching for any trouble warily.
Then he saw her. She had long red hair, and he could tell she was an elf like him. Hurrying over, he carefully picked her up and moved out of the building to a place the dragons had not come yet. He lowered her to the ground and glared at a few guys coming that were not his freinds. "Get out of it, you lot."
Sahar Ashia
She felt light, as if she was flying across the burning grounds. Soft hands, ran over her body. But she could do nothing to stop it, though a moan of pain left her as the person moved her.
The blood thumped in her head, rushing over her shut eyes. She'd be black the blue the following days, and maybe even a few broken bones.
She winced again, eyes fluttering open and seeing nothing but pools of red.
"Thank...you....help...my people," she manged to mutter before fainting once more. It was clear she was losing to much blood, and they needed to be binded before she lost any more.
OOC: No dragons
Drannor
Moving as I always did through the streets as I patrolled, things seemed calm. That was until a huge tongue of flames suddenly lit up a building nearby. The golden dragon flew past, and I saw other houses being set on fire. This was not right at all. Who would do such a thing?
Then I caught a glimpse of the simply massive blue and red dragon watching from the sky as the others attacked. There was no mistaking him for Rhothilion. But what was he doing helping an attack on the town his rider's brother lived in? What had the people here done to ask for this extreme punishment?
I knew there was a reason for everything but that did not seem to matter to him. I remembered though that just this morning I had gotten a message from my mother, and that she had warned me about what Lindan Marcos was up to. That was something that worried me indeed.
Did he know there were elves here?
Sahar Ashia
She shifted restlessly in the bed, not feeling safe without someone beside her. Someone taller, handsome frame just gave that feeling of safety, the feeling of knowing nothing would go wrong when he was around. Someone she could love. But that had been long ago. She never felt safe in the human lands anymore.
The red-haired elf shot up right, the sound of screams and and the crackle of fire from outside. Bolting to her feet, she dashed to the door and stared out it with wide, deep green eyes.
The town was burning. Her people where out there! People she cared for, healed day after day...burning!
A cry of worry escaped her, her body spinning and running down the stairs, taking them two at a time. But the problem of being in a place this size and being as uncoordinated as she was. You fall over a lot.
Her forehead smashed into the stair below, her body flying over her head and hitting the next step. She fell this way for the rest of the long, windy staircase. Every now and then, hitting the wall with a corner or so.
But it didn't matter, she had passed out long ago.
Drannor
He moved as quickly as he could to help the others getting out of their houses and on their way towards the walls. There was nothing more he could do at the moment. Things were going to be really difficult, saving all the townsfolk. His eyes searched for Allicia, the kind woman who had taken him in when he first came here. His blues met one of the other gaurds though, who nodded towards one of the buildings.
"Someone's fallen down in there and needs help, Anno," the other guy said. Pretty girl too, thought the guy.
Drannor nodded, hurrying into the building, his mind searching for any trouble warily.
Then he saw her. She had long red hair, and he could tell she was an elf like him. Hurrying over, he carefully picked her up and moved out of the building to a place the dragons had not come yet. He lowered her to the ground and glared at a few guys coming that were not his freinds. "Get out of it, you lot."
Sahar Ashia
She felt light, as if she was flying across the burning grounds. Soft hands, ran over her body. But she could do nothing to stop it, though a moan of pain left her as the person moved her.
The blood thumped in her head, rushing over her shut eyes. She'd be black the blue the following days, and maybe even a few broken bones.
She winced again, eyes fluttering open and seeing nothing but pools of red.
"Thank...you....help...my people," she manged to mutter before fainting once more. It was clear she was losing to much blood, and they needed to be binded before she lost any more.
