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Post by Gem Hawksong on Jan 4, 2011 8:51:15 GMT 10
Cyril watched as Nariel moved to find a particular spot which he at a glance had figured out. he chuckled lightly though as he watched her working out where to touch. There were some things that needed training, but at the moment, she seemed to be a natural. Something he had not seen since training Spyro to take command of his element. "You did well, Nariel," he said. His eyes though moved towards the three revealled by the vanished ice. "We are not dusk dragons, Gaelira, but ice dragons. Something that is as rare as you yourself are. The same goes for my freinds, Terrador the earth gaurdian who is green, Ignitus the red fire Gaurdian, and Volteer the yellow electricity Gaurdian. We are all rare, but believe me, we are strong. Those who share our colours though can learn to control our elements. The purple dragons though can master all four, which is a rare occurance." Gaelira snorted, trying to take all of this in. "Okay that covers all the dragon breeds I know of, except one, my own. There are no white Gaurdians, are there?" "No, young one, but I have the idea you may well be like the purple dragon's we know of. There are two purple dragons we have known that can control all our elements. The first, Malefor is over ten thousand years old. The other is younger, around one century old, his name is Spyro." "You really think so?" she asked, amazed beyond beleive at the older dragons words. It was clear that she seemed to respect him, and if she did, well all the others would. It was not easy for her to show such things to one who was oh so much older than her.
Drannor snorted as he saw them at last. He'd known they were there. Then he watched as Sahar came down, moving straight towards Gem. His eyes narrowed when he saw that her eyes were closed and she was still shivering heavily. "Move out of the way, Drannor," Neldor said, as Cyril's head moved into the tunnel. What seemed like a pale blue fire roared from his mouth, going onto different ledges and heating the cave up. "That should help you," the blue dragon said.
Gem knew that help had come, but she was stuck in her own head at the moment, watching something from a distance. Some thing she was not pleased to see at the moment. She winced though as she forced her eyes open. "Sahar!"
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Post by Kanchana on Jan 4, 2011 9:24:53 GMT 10
Sahar
"Well hello," she said quietly, knowing that chatting to a patient could do all the wonders. It kept them aware, or at least aware of what was around them. Her fingers quickly undid the hastily made bandages, frowning at the small, criss cross stitches under them. "Who did these?" she asked, somewhat impressed. Cyara came up behind her rider, peering at the wounds. She, herself, was a healer. Together, nothing had gotten passed them.
Nariel lifted her little head, beaming at the massive ice dragon, head swirling around to look at th purple dragon with them, Rasjar who was chuckling. "See, I'm rare Gaelira," he chuckled nudging his mate lightly upon her white shoulder "always knew I was special." Cyara looked upon her shoulder, a small hiss of flame escaping her. "Shut up you idiot," she said rather kindly. She looked to Rasjar as a close friend, a little brother.
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Post by Gem Hawksong on Jan 4, 2011 15:39:19 GMT 10
“Yes its good to see you as well, Sahar.” She winced as she spotted Cyara and the others looking down on them. "Auraka did. Drannor couldn't..." She still did not really understand things about Drannor, but she knew better than to ask him about it. He always seemed to change the subject when she asked about Taror. "it was too risky for me to touch her," Drannor, still a wolf, finished for her. "You know why, Sahar." He sighed, and then leapt to his feet, changing form for a few moments, long enough to give Sahar a quick hug, before returning to his wolf form. "Easier for me to bear it when I'm not in my normal human form at the moment. "Why am I the one being kept in the dark here? I know you know pretty much everything about what Drannor is, yet I know next to nothing." This really was getting annoying. She needed to know what was going on around her, but at the moment, it seemed that they were telling her nothing. "It's because only a member of my family can give permission for you to know things about the people of Taror. At the moment, that does not include me, seeing as I was banished. Though very soon it will." Once he was not banished anymore, things would be goo there and she would know everything.
Cyril snorted. “You're only rare, youngling, if you can master the elements I and the other gaurdians are the keepers of. One day once things are sorted out come seek us, in Waenen Island, and we'll see how rare you really are.” He chuckled. “The rare purple dragons who can master our abilities are born once every ten thousand years. Spyro was the one born recently, but you never know with you Moon dragons. One day, Spyro and Malefor will fight each other.” Neldor chuckled. “nothing rare for me then, though I know my parents were a dawn and a day dragon. Ismera and Sinaht.” “Ismera was the dawn dragon?” Cyril asked, looking at him in curiousity. “Yes, why?” Neldor was surprised. “She mastered electricity. You may be able to master it yourself. She was my daughter, so there is a chance of you having the ice in you, young one. Who were your parents, Cyara? Rasjar? Gaelira?” “Bizandra, a gold dragon and Bjart a green one,” Gaelira replied. She was proud of her family. “The magic runs within you then. You have the power of the earth within you. Come with your Moon dragon freind to Waenen as soon as you can. Terrador will test you, more than willingly. You would be related to him then, for Bjart and Rhothilion, are his son's. He'll be delighted to hear you, both his son's know of the earth element. Volteer might try you out as well, his daughter was Bizandra. She had quite the flair for its eratic nature, electricity. Never bothered with it though.”
OOC: Make it that one parent for each was either a blue dragon or a red or a yellow dragon.
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Post by Kanchana on Jan 4, 2011 16:08:20 GMT 10
Sahar
She nodded her head, red curls bouncing. "Ahh of course," she murmured, making sense of the facts. Green orbs flashed up towards the white lion, a small smile upon her lips. "Well Auraka, well done." The white lion chuckled, shifting slightly so Sahar could move closer to Gem as Drannor hugged her. "Good to know your safe love," she told him, hugging him back slightly and kissed his cheek before moving to Gem. "Don't worry about it Gem, I learnt by mistake and I still don't know half of the things about him," she said gently, mushing some herbs together and pushing them lightly onto the wounds, holding it there for a moment before gesturing for Gem to try and hold it before moving to the next, large wound. "This will bring the bruising quicker, making it heal faster," she explained, looking somewhat awkward kneeling on the ground with a bulging stomach.
Cyara
The black dragon snorted, eyeing the ice male before speaking. "My mother, Aneseryniel was a gold dragon, my father Nárwen was red," she said softly, knowing she was from unknown lines. Rasjar spoke next. "My mother, Rania was blue and my father, Tegadiriel was red."
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Post by Gem Hawksong on Jan 7, 2011 18:12:21 GMT 10
She winced a few times as Sahar worked on what Auraka had done for her. Too many places she was hurt, to not feel anything at the moment. All her senses were back for her, and that made everything feel like it was worse than it was. Other than wincing though. she made no signs of pain.
Cyril listened to the other dragons, intently. "Cyara, your father is decended from Volteer. Though your mother is the one who is a little alarming. Malefor is in her blood, and in yours through her." He sighed, shaking his head. "Rasjar, I can't say either of your parents are known to any of us as relatives. Still, I suggest you come anyway, seeing as you are a purple dragon. Sypro will be delighteded to meet you. I't'll tell him he is not the only purple dragon other than malefor. "I will come as well," Gaelira said. "But what of Neldor?" She wondered of his family. "All of you come, then," replied the ancient blue dragon.
OOC 175 words.
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Post by Kanchana on Jan 7, 2011 19:11:44 GMT 10
Sahar sighed quietly, looking apologetic as Gem winced again. "Sorry dear," she said motherly "it will start to numb soon." Heaving herself to her sore feet, she waddled over to the dragons and lent by Cyara. "Not until you get us home you don't," she chided them, turning to the black dragon at her side "Cyara, Gem needs care...quickly. I did the best I can here, but I need the rest of my supplies...she is worse then I expected." The black dragon nodded though her surprise at the mention of her mother being related to Malefore. "We better get going then," she said quietly, eyes flickered to the ice dragon before returning to Sahar. The red head nodded, hands resting upon her stomach. "Auraka, change back...Help Gem get to Gaelira," she eyed the white dragon "do you mind if Auraka rides with her? I don't want her to sit up to much nor fall off..." She smiled to the wolf who was her mate "come on then Drannor, you switch back as well."
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Post by Gem Hawksong on Jan 7, 2011 19:17:15 GMT 10
"I've carried them both before. I was the one he flew with for the first time, not Rasjar unfortunately." She was sure though that her mate would not mind. "You were only a hatchling back then," she explained. It was funny usually a first flight was with the intended dragon, not someone else's dragon.
Cyril chuckled. "I'll come with you, part of the way," he said. "All this snow gives me a lot fo energy to use, seeing as its part of my element." Not to mention he wanted to keep an eye out for anything dangerous from Cyara, not that it showed.
Gem nodded, as she watched Drannor's form shift back and he walked over to the horses, gathering them and leading them up out of the cave.
"I'll travel back on foot with the horses," he said. "Someone has to."
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Post by Kanchana on Jan 7, 2011 19:38:00 GMT 10
Auraka moved slightly away from Gem, changing back into his human form. "Actually it was the day I met Rasjar, I was scared of heights," he chuckled picking Gem up gently, not wanting her to walk to strain herself. Sahar smiled softly to Drannor, knowing he had to but wishing they could spend some much needed time together. Actually, she wanted to yell at him a bit for disappearing without telling her. Cyara noticed Cyril's gaze on her, and shifted uncomfortably. Who was this Malefore she was so related to? All she knew is that she had no wish to meet this distant relative.
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Post by Gem Hawksong on Jan 8, 2011 18:37:49 GMT 10
"I should warn you, Cyara, if Malefore realises who you are descended from, he will try and claim you for Lindan Marcos' side of this war. I know that he'll do everything in his power as a ten thousand year old purple dragon to create more havoc in this word. now that the threat from him has returned, Spryo, Ignitus, Terrador and I have come out into the open, to help witht the fighting." He sighed, shaking his massive head. "Two thousand years have all but Spyro out of us Gaurdians seen in this lifetime. They have been mostly peaceful years, excluding the last two hundred." At the end of this, his eyes rested on Gem.
"The war between my people and Lindan Marcos' people will end soon. This year will be its last," Gem said. "With all the support we've been getting, the time for his falling is coming and quickly. Soon the elves will march, but not until we are sure that all our cities will follow us into battle."
"Taror is at the moment the only one not being co-operative. I know why that is and I will deal with that as soon as I can, Gem," Drannor said. "My people may be being annoying, but soon that will change." His eyes met Sahar's. "Perhaps its time I took my rightful place there. They will have to join with you then," he added. It was clear that in the past day, he had set aside the ranger that he had always been, and taken on the place that he would have to. He was not going to say no to that place, any longer. The time had come for the true king of Taror to return and take his place.
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Post by Kanchana on Jan 8, 2011 18:50:13 GMT 10
Cyara
The black dragon bowed her head, showing her understanding. "Yes great one, but I have no want nor reason to join him," she said quietly "I would rather die then join this side." Sahar smiled slightly at the words, hand gently rubbing her scaled snout. "And I would sooner die, my heart, then make you live that life," she murmured softly to her, motherly smile growing upon her maw until Drannor spoke. Green orbs flashed over to the father of her children, though they were yet to be married. "It seems," she said quietly "that we shall be raising the children in Taror after all." She wasn't sure if she wanted to go or not, but she would follow Drannor regardless. Hands rubbed her stomach fondly, small smile growing as she watched Drannor. Truly, he was the love of her life and she would follow him. But with Gem and the others, she felt as if she belonged. In Taror....she felt somewhat like an outsider. She didn't know anyone, and they were wary out outsiders. Hopefully, they could learn love her as one of their own. But she shrugged it off, glad that Drannor could not read her thoughts for once.
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