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Post by Amelia on Aug 28, 2011 12:32:14 GMT -5
Allister's eye lids fluttered open to sunlight. He was laying on his side, outstreching all of his legs like a dog, and fell limp again. He hated the moring sunlight, although at the moment he was enjoying sun bathing. With a sigh he heaved himslef upward and yawned, blowing a small puff of smoke and sparks out infront of him.
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"I was just wondering if you were still out there." she said from her bed. When he told her about the king she sighed. "Alright . . . " Amelia stated quietly, pulling the covers away from herself and tossing her legs over the edge of the bed. She placed her feet gently on the cold floor and attempted to stand, swaying slightly but then steadying herself on her bed. She limped to her mirrior and quickly brushed through her hair, then slipped on a silk robe to cover her night gown.
Amelia limped to her door and peered out, spotting Abraxes with a smile. She pushed the door fully open and limped toward him, placing a small kiss on his cheak. "Good morning . . . " the brunette said softly before turning away and limping down the hall in the direction of the dining room.
Upon entering the room she straightened herself and pulled her hair to one side.
"Good morning," she said softly to the King, tiredness proment in her voice from the late night conversation with Abraxes. Amelia wondered if the King had noticed that the guard was in her room last night. Hopefully not.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 28, 2011 13:33:22 GMT -5
Zlokaz smiled as his friend stretched out like a dog. Dragons always looked so weird when they stretched. "Give the humans a couple of minutes to eat before we call them." Zlokaz rumbled to Allister. the black dragon studied his day old wounds. There were thick, hard scabs on all of the clashes and bite marks he had gotten. The scarlet red blood had dried into brown, crusty flakes that the dragon was not picking off. Humans might be disgusted, but clean wounds are a must.
Melkor greeted his daughter with a simple, "Morning," before he started to order the waiters what he wanted. After his hot plate of apples, eggs, and toast had been served to him, the king started, "The annual conference is coming up in a few days, and you will need to come and present yourself to the kingdoms. This year, the meeting will be held in the castle of Anthropesia. That means that your mission will need to be moved up. You will leave tomorrow for the rebel camp. Any information you need will be given to you after you eat." Melkor sat back and crossed his arms. She might not like the new plans, but time was not on their side. The king continued, "Furthermore, night walks or flights will be prohibited. If Allister has any problems with that, then send him to me."
Abraxes's voice was small, but happy as he returned the good morning. He walked the opposite way of the princess so he could go home. His shift was over, and he would be back in the castle that night.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 28, 2011 13:55:22 GMT -5
Allister nodded and yawned. He winced slightly at the nastly looking scabs on Zlokaz, but kew how important it was not to scratch them off.
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Her heart sank when he began to speak. She sighed and sat down, merely ordering her daily glass of red wine. 'How on Earth am I to pull this off?' she wondered. She had pushed the planning to the back of her mind because she had thought she had at least a week, but this new news made her concerned. She had only one night to plan.
Amelia quickly took the glass of wine a waitress handed her and poured a large amount of the red liquid down her throat. God . . . she needed the alchohol now to relax her. The brunnette's mind whirled of all of the possibilities and plots that could potentialy be devised, and she settled on one in which she would be particually vernrable. She would dress as a wounded pesant girl and take residence in the rebel's head quaters, in which she would then seduce the rebel leader and try to sneak off to a room with him where she would silently slit his throat and escape through a window where her dragon would meet her. The plan was very reliant on if they would even take her in, but she hopped that they would at least help her long enough in order to seduce their leader. God, it was risky. They could kill her so easily at any moment . . . but it would have to work. She would tell them that the king's dragon had attacked her, and before she would ever leave the castle have the nurses remove her stiches.
She would of course have to kill him before ever having sex, and Amelia had no idea how much time that they would need to spend together for his guards to not be on edge when she was around. This was such a risky plan but . . . she had to do it.
"How much time do I have?" she asked the king. It might take days for her to become a mere normal person to the guards, no matter what the plan.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 28, 2011 14:14:34 GMT -5
"In exactly one week is when you have to give your speech, so you have six days. If you want to, you may leave today. I expect you have your plans, so here is the information you need." As Melkor finished saying that, servants grabbed the empty plates and cleared off the long table. They were very careful not to eat in front of the king for it was seen as rude. "Now then, let us speak to our beasts." The king got up and was on his way out of the room. His large, fur coat was already on him, so he was prepared for the outside weather.
Zlokaz greeted the humans with a click of his teeth. At this moment, he could care less about them. His intrests right now were in the mysterious dreams he had been having. The dragon was scared to death of the salty water and the forest. His curiosity was killing him though too. Zlokaz looked up at the clouds just in time to see something white flying with them.
Raazuan had put the horrid memories of his dragon hood in the very back of his mind, and he did not need to pull them out because he had just gotten a bucket load more. Raazuan had been chased out of the Ridge because he smelled of the sea and he was white. Dragons were seen as very 'unpure' things, and since white resembles pure, he was targeted immediately. If the white dragon was made for fighting like the black dragon he had seen earlier, then he might of been able to hold his own ground, but he hadn't. Disappointed and scared, Raazuan was on his way back home under the cover of the clouds until an unmistakable bellow came from below. It was not a friendly call, but rather a 'get down here now!' call.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 28, 2011 15:48:06 GMT -5
She nodded and followed the king. "That should be long enough to seduce him . . . " she stated as they exited the castle. Her blue eyes spotted her golden dragon and she smiled, limping over to him quickly.
Allister huffed a puff of smoke as a greeting and stood taller when he spotted his person, but his attention was diverted when a white streak blew accross the sky. He whipped around, teeth barred, but relaxed when he realzed that it was merely the white dragon he had spotted earlier. He was starting to hate that little beast, and a part of him wanted to just rip him to shreads.
Amelia jumped back when her dragon whipped around to avoid his powerful tail and looked at the white streak she hadn't noticed before. It was a white dragon; quite an odd sight for Phostire, and a small bit of fear creeped over her by the way their dragons reacted.
"Who is that?" Amelia asked Zlokaz. He was wiser than Allister, and she figured that he would know. The brunette wrapped her arms around herself. She was freezig, wearing nothing but a silk robe and gown, and she hoped the conversation outsdie wouldn't be too long.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 28, 2011 17:41:17 GMT -5
Melkor was amused at the dragons. They were making a big fuss at a little white dragon in the clouds. He couldn't wait to greet the white dragon, because Zlokaz had just called for him. Melkor almost laughed when he saw Amelia shaking. Obviously she was not aware that summer was melting into winter, and that little, thin clothes would do her no good. Melkor shrugged off his fur coat and put it on his daughter. It was not that cold out, so Melkor decided that he didn't need his coat.
Zlokaz answered the girl, "Raazuan." The dragon spit his name out as if it was a bad piece of meat. The 'pure' dragon was now flying down, abandoning his cloud. Zlokaz just had to blink twice before a streak of white whipped past his vision.
Raazuan landed on the ground with a quiet thump, and gave a small bow to the dragons and humans around him. Judging on how the dragons looked, these must be their humans. As the white beast lifted his wings to allow them to cool, Zlokaz hissed. "Zlokaz, Allister. Who are the humans?" Raazuan asked, completely forgetting that the humans could understand him too.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 28, 2011 18:38:50 GMT -5
Allister steped infront of his Amelia. "These are the King and Princess of Phostire, the land in which you are present." he hissed, teeth barred. Alliter flexed his wings threateningly and sat taller, making himself seem bigger.
Amelia just smiled at her dragons reaction, and took her father's oversized coat without hesitating. It was freezing to her. She wondered how Kolzar was faring with the temperatures dropping. He would typically be running mid-day and working out the rest when the temperature dropped, and with the extra weight lifting his wounds would be ecspecially hurting. She thought back to Abraxes, and what he was up to at the moment. Thinking of him and there conversation on getting away last night sadly reminded her that she had a mission.
"The assassination mission . . . I had mentioned needing guards, but I think I will only be needing one. Preferebly one that looks like a pesant more so than a warrior. He will act as my brother, and I'll have to have the nurses remove all of my stiches." Amelia told the king, looking at the ground in thought. The dietals in this mission had to be exactly right in order to keep suspisions as low as possible.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 29, 2011 21:21:59 GMT -5
Melkor nodded at his daughter's request of a soldier. "It will be arranged. My I ask who you are bringing along?" Melkor asked in an even voice. He needed to know who to keep an eye on. He continued, speaking to Allister now, "And you will not let anything distract her from her mission. Her 'brother' will not be allowed to do anything that involves anything past holding hands. This is not a couple's vacation, it is a mission. Do not fail me." He spoke in a strong voice that had power to it. Not the usual king power, but something more than that, like he was the alpha male speaking to a mere pup.
Zlokaz smiled as Allister got given orders by the king. It was going to be his first time being forced to do something, and the older dragon was pleased that it was Allister being ordered, not him. That was the one thing that he hated the most; loosing his free will. Its about time Allister got his first taste of what it was like being in the royal family. his consonance growled almost greedily.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 30, 2011 21:14:16 GMT -5
"I haven't decided yet . . . They need to be able to carry me, and be able to pass as my relative." Amelia stated, looking at the ground in thought. She smiled when her father began to speak to her dragon. Allister responded with a simple, "Oh, you have nothing to worry about."
Amelia looked at the king once again. "This mission will not permit that. In no way can I ever be seen showing any sort of affection toward him. My attention and flirting will have to be purely on the target, and my plan is based off of . . . Well, let's just say love. If suspicions arise there will be no hope for the mission to succeed." She paused, concerned now that her father might inquire all of the details. "Do you know of any solider or guard that could pass as my brother?" she asked, trying to change the topic away from the initial plans.
She sighed and looked at the ground in thought again. Stress was beginning to build in the 19 year old's body, and the thought of her having to leave so soon concerned her. She would HAVE to leave tonight. The more time the better. But God it was stressful.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 31, 2011 20:23:03 GMT -5
Melkor shook his head. "I'm afraid not. I know the guards just as well as you do. This is your mission, so choose your companion(s) wisely." He was growing bored of the conversation because there was nothing else to say. Send him to me when you have chosen him.
Raazuan had just been listening to the conversation, trying to scrape up as much facts as he could before the king's eyes returned to him, making him the center of attention. He heard the king say forcefully, "If you do not fit in with the dragons that prowl Shadow Ridge, then you are not welcome in my kingdom. Get out." The last words were almost spit at the white dragon, and with a bow of his head, the white dragon opened his wings and took to the air. He didn't have to think because the king's orders had commanded his body and kept him from doing anything. He tried to fight the force, and he felt a muscle in his right shoulder tear. With his jaw clenched, he let a little wail of pain out. A small drop of hate started to well up in his heart for the king, but he pushed it aside, seeing that his words had some truth to them. He was not really a dragon anymore, but instead of thinking of himself to be an outcast, he just though that he had risen above all of the crap that dragons did. A deep sigh left his mouth. I guess not everyone thinks so, he concluded.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 31, 2011 21:00:38 GMT -5
(When she goes on the mission, do you want to start a new thread and play through that, then come back to this one?)
Amelia nodded and looked at the ground. It had to be someone with fair skin . . . well, maybe tan. But they had to have blue eyes. Or at least some similar trait. She sighed. Abraxes was a possibility but she was uncertain if he could handle the task, it being some pretty intense action after merely guarding a castle for years. If no one fit that role than she would have to tweak her plans. Maybe he could be a friend? Or maybe some random person who felt he needed to help an injured woman?
Allister huffed a cloud of smoke at the white dragon as he flew away, disgusted by his smell and actions. Turning back to the direction Amelia and the King were standing he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath with a slight moan. He had a flinging that he would be needed to fly quite awhile on this mission. His attention was diverged to the upcoming king's men meeting, and he opened his eyes. "What do you do at those annual meetings?" he asked the king, a serious expression on his face. Allister knew that there were single Heirs their that would be pleased to hang around his beautiful Amelia, and he wanted to be reassured that there was no . . . down time. All opportunities for "socializing" would need to be avoided. After all, he had heard about some of the other royal participants experience's. There would be no way HIS Amelia would ever partake in such actions.
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