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Post by Amelia on Aug 7, 2011 20:46:56 GMT -5
She dismounted with her dagger in hand, careful not to stab herself. Amelia loved the weapon . . . it had kept her alive many years. The blade itself was a normal Grey with a glaze of a faint purple, and the handle was carved of blood wood and wrapped in Griffin skin. It was quite expensive, but worth it. She looked at the sky and trembled, wondering if the one that had nearly killed her was among them.
The thought of those gold eyes attacking her made her wince. Luckaily she was cared for in the other Kingdom, but not much news aside from rumors of the attack had gotten around the kingdom of Phostire.
"You know . . . " she said to the king. "I was nearly killed by a dragon. It was awhile ago but . . . " she stated, motioning to the scars on her neck. People had only seen the one on her neck and forearms, never her back and upper arm.
The brunette shivered. The king's dragon didn't bother her, but all she can remember from the attacker was golden eyes. Some memories she just didn't want to relive.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 7, 2011 21:12:38 GMT -5
Melkor glanced at the dagger that was in Amelia's hand. He admired it for a second because it itself was a beauty, but it also reminded him of his ex-officer, so he planned to give her a new weapon that was much better than that dagger. After looking at the scars upon her neck, he realized that the scars he passed over just yesterday were infact made by a dragon. "Explain it all later. Right now you need to focus on getting to the dragon who gave your those marks and figure out how you will break his will. Its different for everyone." his deep voice ordered.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 7, 2011 21:21:18 GMT -5
She gulped at his commands. Find the dragon who knocked her unconscious and nearly made her bleed to death? This didn't seem at all like fun.
Amelia nodded. "How am I to get to them?" she asked, nervous about her next encounter.
She had noticed the king eyeing her weapon, and she wondered if he knew it was poisoned. She tightened her grip on it looked to where the dragons were. Her hands were beginning to shake. Never before had she experienced nerves like this, and Amelia was absolutely clues less as to what she would do to tame the beast.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 7, 2011 21:30:04 GMT -5
The king replied, "Zlokaz will take you up there. It is up to you to return. Don't disappoint me."
Zlokaz stepped forward and held a wing out so that the princess would be able to climb up to his withers and he could fly her to the Ridge.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 7, 2011 22:13:51 GMT -5
"You won't be." she said sternly to the king. Amelia subdued her fear as much as she could muster and climbed aboard the dragon, sitting down and holding on firmly. Amelia tucked her weapon away and checked for the antidote for the poison she always carried with her.
The dragon took off and brought her to where to beasts had collected. She dismounted and the king's dragon moved away, leaving her with the beasts. Amelia gulped. She quickly grabbed her small weapon and approached the dragons. They were slightly clustered together, and appeared to be unpleased with her being here. She stepped forward. Aggression was prominent in most of them, and many of them turned in her direction.
"Which one of you did this to me?" she commanded, her voice filled with power and anger. Amelia motioned to her neck and arm with the dagger as the words escaped her mouth. The brunette strode forward more.
A reddish gold colored one appeared to be at the head of the ones taking notice to her. She saw him chuckle once before she was on the ground.
The winged beast had pounded into her, pushing her to the ground. Amelia's dagger lay only inches from her left hand, and she quickly was on her feet with it again. The girl made eye contact with the male dragon and he lunged at her again, this time with teeth barred and claws swiping. Amelia was better prepared the second time, moving away from the dragon quick enough to avoid teeth, but managing to get raked deeply in the back and side with his powerful talons. She cried out in agony loud enough to be heard by the king below and imeadiantly felt weaker due to blood loss. She knew this was her dragon.
Turning around in pure hatred, she gripped her knife in hand and darted at the dragon, him moving slightly away in time to miss the pitiful blow. He bellowed loudly, angering Amelia. The dragon darted for her again, and this time she didn't bother to move. She merely stood there and took the impact and used her last few moments standing to lodge the poisoned dagger between the scales and into the flesh of the beast. He would be down in seconds, going into convolutions and seizing up, reaching death in a matter of about 30 minutes for something that size. She watched him collapse to the ground with a thud. He wouldn't be dead yet, but she watched as his life began to slip away. She pulled herself over to him, unaware of her new serious injuries, and pulled the antidote from the remaining shards of her dress. She watched as his eyes began to close before giving the vile of liquid to him by pouring it over the knife wound, and waited for him to begin to stir.
Amelia examined her dragon from her seat on the ground. He was a massive goldish and red toned male. He certainly had put up a fight for her.
After staring in awe at what she had conquered, Amelia examined her own state. She was a mess. Her dress was torn to pieces, leaving only a small amount of fabric as a skirt and just enough of fabric to cover her abdomin. She hoped her father didn't mind . . . after all, it was looked down upon for a woman to show her ankles in public, and she was practically naked. Amelia looked around and spotted several pieces of her dress and some flesh laying on the ground in the immediate area, covered in red. The dragon had literally ripped her to shreds. It made her wonder if the king's dragon had been so . . . violent. She had several extremely deep gashes on her right side from the dragon's second blow, and had several claw marks on her legs. There were even teeth marks at the base of her neck that she probably would've died from if it wasn't for her stabbing the dragon at the right time.
Amelia laid in a pool of her own blood before she crawled back to her dragon.
"Take me back to the king." she ordered quietly, managing to pull herself upon his back as he took off.
The beast practically laid down in order for Amelia to crawl off. She fell to the ground once back in front of the king. Losing blood had made her very weak.
"There." she said, practically at a whisper. "Got him." Amelia was almost naked aside from the petty remainder of a skirt and some tattered fabric covering her chest. Her once white dress was completely soaked in her own blood, and she too was covered in crimson. She was laying on the ground, still conscious and chuckling slightly. "That was easy." she whispered. Aside from her wounds she didn't have too much trouble handling the massive beast with only a small blade. Amelia hoped the king would be pleased, and hoped he didn't think too awkwardly of her laying on the ground, almost nude. She WANTED to move and hide herself, but Amelia was too weak to even sit up. After all, they had only known each other as father daughter for less than 24 hours, and she didn't want the situation getting too weird.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 8, 2011 14:33:53 GMT -5
Melkor winced slightly at the faint scream he had heard from above. The smokey and foggy air had made it hard to see anything but his dragon. He wished he could see what was going on up there, but he didn't move a muscle to. This is her battle. If she passes it, then she'll be welcome into my family. He reminded himself. Melkor shifted his deep ocean blue eyes from the cloudy air above them to the dragon he had broken. "Did you bring the supplies? From the sound of it, if she lives, she'll be quite a mess." Melkor asked, his voice was barley heard over the roars and screeches of the dragons on the ridge of Shadows. Zlokaz gave a brief huff and replied, " I have brought them, but I cannot give anything to her until we get back to your castle. My brothers do not like humans to stay for long here." Just as he finished his sentence, a golden dragon broke through the tainted air and crash landed on the ground, spewing grey dirt everywhere. On his back laid the girl, who now was truly Princess Amelia. Melkor was for once in his life speechless when the bloody figure and whispered "Got him," after she fell to the ground. Her dragon glided in front of her and gave a threatening snarl that originated from the back of his throat. His white, sharp teeth were bared and showing. His anger was toward both Melkor and Zlokaz. This is my girl, and no one was going to touch her, he seemed to say to the king. To Zlokaz, he growled a mere, back off. At this, the black dragon leaped onto the golden one, his teeth sinking into whatever piece of skin he could find.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 8, 2011 14:50:11 GMT -5
The dragon lurched as he was jumped on, twisting violently in order to break free from the other dragon's grasp. He lunged at him, claws swiping violently in the air in all directions attempting to rake all flesh that got in his way. Granted, it looked . . . interesting, but it was a good tactic that would create many wounds.
Amelia remained on the ground in a pool of growing crimson. She managed to press her hands to her worst wound, one of the extremely deep gashes on her side, in order to slow blood loss. She was becoming dizzy, and feared that she might go under if her wounds weren't bandaged. The brunette shakily sat up, slightly swaying, and pulled herself to a rock in which she propped herself up with. The girl was having problems keeping her eyelids open, and she (as quickly as one in her state could manage), pressed against her wounds. if she still had the rest of her dress with her, she would make a temporary bandage, but having little clothing on her skin made her reconcile the thought.
She looked to the king, then back at her wounds, partly in shame. She was a tattered mess, but hopefully he could still see the fight in her.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 8, 2011 15:09:17 GMT -5
Melkor could see that the pool of crimson around her was growing. He ran over to where she was and ripped the black robe/shirt he wore over his tunic and wrapped it around the wound that Amelia's hand was covering. An anger erupted out of Melkor, and he yelled "Halt!" at the two fighting winged monsters.
Zlokaz was very familiar with pain, so when the younger, golden dragon slashed him, he almost laughed with joy. He forced a blue flame out of his mouth as he bit into his leg. Sure, the scales that every dragon wore were fire-proof, but the flesh beneath them wasn't. The smell of burnt flesh and blood soon covered the area, and after 5 seconds of scorching the golden dragon's wounds with fire, the golden dragon stopped and screached out in pain. " Scream! Scream brother!" Zlokaz laughed as he prepared to bite him again. A claw he didn't see came out of no where and raked a big gash on his neck, near his throat. Zlokaz wailed and as his teeth pierced the golden scales, Melkor yelled, "Halt!" and all movement stopped. It was as if his body froze and nothing he could do could move it. The rest of what happened was all a blur to those who were still conscious, but Zlokaz tells it like this: They flew as fast as their wings could carry them, one carrying one human. The dragons let their blood flow and drip to the mountains below them, not caring about the pain. What had been done had been done, and Zlokaz was pretty confident that he had gotten the point across to the golden one that he was the alpha. Medics were called and Amelia was sent off as soon as land touched the talons of the dragon's.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 8, 2011 15:24:39 GMT -5
When she finally realized what was going on she was . . . somewhere. In the catsle? Maybe, but her skin was being swen back together with a sort of stiches. She clenched her teeth as they threaded more strands of the stuff into her cleaner looking wounds. Times like these made Amelia wish they had a way to put people temporarily asleep while they did that, but she guessed that it was above the current knowlage of medicine.
After being sewn back up she was wrapped in banages and placed in her bed. The blood had been cleaned from her body, and she had been placed in a sort of gown that allowed more room for bandages. Amelia wanted to get up and move around, but when she attepted to sit up she suddenly began to feel dizzy, and fell back down on her pillows. 'Why do the dragons try to kill you if you are their's?' she thought.
The brunette examined the room for her knife, finding it sitting on a table out of her reach. She scooted to the edge of her bed without getting up, and streched outward to reach the weapon. 'Only just a little farther . . . ' she thought, trying not to rip out her stiches. The girl moved forward one more inch, and felt herself begining to slip from the bed. She fell to the floor with a loud "BANG!", her knife still atop of the dresser.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 8, 2011 15:44:08 GMT -5
Melkor rose as the head nurse came in with her report on her patient. "My lord, she had been cleaned and stitched up. You may see her if you wish." With a small bow, she left the room. Melkor hurried after her, his long stride gaining on her short one. As he arrived into the room, a loud bang sounded next to the dresser and the king found himself looking at a figure in a white gown on the floor. Stupid girl. he thought to himself, as he smiled in her stupidity. "You don't always need to have your dagger on you, Amelia. In fact, for getting a dragon yourself, I'll give you any weapon you want. Call the nurse if you need anything. Don't embarass yourself by trying to be so independent." He ordered, then turned from the room and made his way back to his throne.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 8, 2011 17:59:41 GMT -5
"Yes I do . . . " she mumbled grumpily once the King had left the room, regarding his comment about her not needing her dagger. She reached up to the dresser and grabbed her knife, taking a moment to study it, then tossed it onto her bed. Amelia braced herself and pushed upward, propelling herself onto the bed while being careful to avoid the poisoned blade.
After getting settled she began to grow bored. Sitting. Nothing but Sitting. And breathing . . . you can't forget breathing. Before she knew it 30 minuets had passed. She clutched the handle of her dagger in frustration and sneered, wanting to stab it into something. Amelia tried sitting up again. Most of her lost blood was replenished, so she didn't feel too extremely dizzy, but there was a slight feeling of nausea tugging at her gut. She ignored it.
Amelia swung her feet off the bed and attempted to stand, almost falling over at first, but later regaining her footing to the point she could walk with the support of another object. The assassin managed her way to the bathroom, where her beautiful red dress was hanging. She pulled off the white robe and replaced it with the tighter fitting red gown, clenching her teeth as the tight fabric slipped over her bandages. Once she was dressed, she dug through the clothes that had been brought over and found her black cloak, and in one graceful sweep pulled it over her shoulders. Amelia supported herself back with the walls back to her bed, where she picked up her now selthed dagger and placed it in the folds of her dress.
The brunette peeked out of the door, pulling the hood of the cloak over her head to remain unrecognizable. When she saw that the path was clear, she braced herself on the castle walls down the hall, hoping she would make it outside without being attacked, as she looked like a stranger being completely covered in her black cloak. 'I need to at least get out of that room . . . ' she thought as she limped down the hall.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 8, 2011 20:53:20 GMT -5
The dragon was making sure his wounds were doing okay, which they were. . . Zlokaz had just finished cleaning himself in a river, when he felt a new presence around him. He looked over through the little bit of brush that was thriving near the river to see a little mountain goat mindlessly wandering through the vibrant green leaves. I was just getting hungry, he thought as his tongue licked his teeth.
Melkor had just finished eating dinner and was about to go and take care of some annoying villagers who were going to complain to him about this, that and the other, when one of the palace guards come in and murmured into his ear. "Ahh, okay. She she's one who likes to always be moving, sneaky girl. Bring her to me. She missed dinner." Melkor ordered. He gave a little sigh as the guard hurried away and shook his head a little. She might be the head assassin, but she was also a princess and she needed to learn what that meant.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 8, 2011 21:10:22 GMT -5
Amelia finally reached a door that exited the castle and wandered outside, taking in a breath of fresh air. She could now walk without any support, but had a heavy limp. The girl moved slowly over to where the soldiers would be out and about if it weren't for it being dinner time. She loved to watch them, examining each and every one's work ethic so she knew which ones she could trust. Amelia chuckled slightly, remembering one particularly funny conversation out of many she had with the men.
She tensed slightly. The assassin knew someone was watching her. Amelia turned slowly, and spotted a guard only 25 feet away. She would've killed to know what he was thinking, watching her stare at the place the warriors trained and socialized. The guard motioned for her and she knew she had been caught. Amelia limped her way over to him, and he escorted her back in the castle and into the Dinning room, where he mumbled something to the king and walked away. She would've killed someone again to know what he had told the king, even though she figured it had something to do with where she was when he retrieved her.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 8, 2011 21:21:46 GMT -5
The king nodded as the guard finished speaking into his ear. After the man had left, he turned to face his daughter, and held out a hand towards the long table. "Come, sit, and eat. You must be starving by now. Plus, we need to have a nice talk. I haven't seen you in 19 years. Its been a while." He smiled and called a servant to come and take her order.
Zlokaz had finished eating the mountain goat. It had been a messy catch because his body hurt and was sore all over, but at least his belly was full. He wanted to go and see Amelia's dragon again, and talk to it, but he hadn't seen it since the fight. Curiosity was going to get the best of him like it had always, and he found himself flying towards the castle to ask the humans a question.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 8, 2011 21:31:31 GMT -5
She nodded. Now that she thought about, she wasn't all that hungry, but she sat anyway. She mentioned a beverage to the waiter and she was off, selecting the wine Amelia had asked for.
"Yes my Lord?" she inquired to the king, acting as if she had never discovered he was her father. She thanked the waiter when she returned with a bottle of red wine and a glass, and waited for the servant to pour her some and leave the remaining bottle on the table.
Smelled elegantly held the glass and took a small sip, savoring the flavor of such a fine alcoholic beverage. The thought had never crossed her mind that her father might not permit his daughter at the young age of 19 to have wine, but to be honest she had experienced her fair share while on missions.
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