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Post by Amelia on Aug 9, 2011 16:36:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm fine." she replied to the dragon. Amelia squeezed Allister to quicken his pace, and experimented with squeezing her legs in different ways. Once she felt comfortable with the controls, Amelia picked up even more speed and did a vertical and upside down circle, then dove, pulling upward a good distance from the ground.
Amelia gripped her side again with one hand, but pressed forward. The wound through it's bandages was soaking her dress gradually as she rode.
The dragon flew hard, but wasn't pushing himself too awfully fast for Amelia. "I am Allister." he said with pride to the other dragon.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 9, 2011 20:30:49 GMT -5
Zlokaz evened his pace and flew steadily next to the dragon who called himself Allister. "I'm Zlokaz." he replied with a dark tone. His sensitive ears could faintly hear the rushing water of the seven teired waterfall. It shouldn't be more than five minutes from here. the smokey black dragon thought.
Melkor was pleased at how successful the night was turning out. He had had a wonderful dinner, and a adrenaline rushing fly to follow. It reminded him about the countless battles he would fight in, and how many enemies he had slain with the mighty dragon beneath him. For a minute, he was living in the past, riding Zlokaz with such skill, that no one could predict what the team was going to do next. This proved very helpful when facing archers on pegasi or swordsmen an griffons. He gave a small sigh as the present world came back to him and his ears could faintly hear water falling in the distance.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 9, 2011 20:46:19 GMT -5
Amelia held one had to her side, and the other to her dragon. Pain ebbed through her, almost to the point of making her buckle over. She had at least ripped out several stiches, and the moist spot on her dress was growing increasingly in size. The faint fall of water could be heard, and she smiled slightly. She wanted to be killing her enemy on the frontlines rights now, not sight seeing, but she supposed that she didn't really have a choice.
Amelia could feel Alister's muscles flexing beaneath her. Ridding a dragon was like ridding a horse, only they were slicker, smoother, and had a larger stride. Her black cloak was being blown in the wind like a cape, and for a moment Amelia wanted to free herself from it. She felt down her gown as best as should could while in flight, checking for her knife. To be honest, she didn't really want another, but if it made the king pleased than she would at least use it when he was around.
Allister's acute sense of hearing picked up on the sound of falling water ahead. He smiled, pressing forward with power. He loved flying, ecspecialy with his person. Lord only knows what sort of trouble they're going to get into once she heals.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 9, 2011 21:23:22 GMT -5
Melkor looked over at his daughter, wondering why she was not doing tricks like he thought she would be doing. Something was off about her. His eyes found the big scarlet red spot on the front of her dress and winced. I forgot she was patched up yesterday, and that she was bleeding at the earlier part of this flight. I'll giver her my newrobe so she won't completely ruin her dress. Melkor sighed, "Amelia, must you ruin every dress you have? At his rate, you'll have no dresses left by the end of the week."
Zlokaz picked up speed, not wanting to cruise in the air any longer. He wanted to put his muscles to work, and show the humans (again) what speed truly is. He flicked his tail for the protective golden dragon to follow. Didn't he notice that she was bleeding and it was his fault? Zlokaz would not have cared if the king was hurt if it interfered with his flying.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 9, 2011 21:32:58 GMT -5
'Well you're the one who brought me up here . . . ' Amelia thought sarcastically. "I'm sure the guards would appreciate me running out of dresses." she said with a laugh. She pressed her hand to her wound and her dragon pressed on, taking her to the falls. She liked him . . . his fiery persona and hot headed manner fit her well.
Amelia wondered if he was scarred of her knife, having it almost kill him. She would have to find out later, but not while they were in the air. She would think he wouldn't be however, due to the fact HE almost killed her, and she's not scared of him.
Allister glided with the occasional pump of his wings. He watched as the other dragon darted off. He chuckled. It looked like fun, but he was unsure if Amelia could handle such a speed. The princess surprisingly however, nudged him up to speed, keeping him trailing behind the king's dragon.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 9, 2011 21:50:51 GMT -5
Melkor grimaced at the thought of guards wanting her to run out of dresses. She is getting female guards from now on. he decided in his head.
The landing was graceful and soft. Mist from the fall instantaneously coated the clothes and scales of the humans and dragons around it. The air here was also about 5 degrees cooler and foggy/misty from the mist.
Zlokaz gave one small shiver at the coolness of the area. He had forgotten that it would be this cool. They were on the bottom tier where a small pool of water was gently rippling against the small pebbly shore. The humans could go in the water if they wanted, but Zlokaz had no want to go in that icy water.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 9, 2011 22:01:30 GMT -5
Allister landed gently and bent down, allowing Amelia to pull herself off. She shivered at the sudden temperature change. The water was tempting to get into for the brunette, but she doubted that her wounds or dress would appreciate it. A heavy mist had collected around them, and she took a deep breath. The humidity was ungodly high here.
Allister puffed out a slight flame, feeling it's warmth for a mere millisecond. He shivered. It had been how long sense he had been here?
Amelia stood next to her dragon, his body heat radiating off of him. He was warm, and much more comfortable than that water probably felt.
"So your sons . . . " Amelia stated toward the king. "Do they know of me yet?"
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Post by Fallen on Aug 9, 2011 22:27:18 GMT -5
Melkor had been surprised to hear the mention of her brothers. He thought for sure that she would not bring them up until they met. He replied, "No. No one knows of you accept those closely in touch with the traitor and myself. My sons will learn of you when ever they get back from their missions." He walked over to the shore and took off his shoes. This was his first time here, and talking was not what he wanted to be doing while they were here. His toes objected to the freezing cold water, but Melkor won the fight between mind over matter. He took another step in and continued until he was up to his knees in the water. Something very shiny was down by his feet, and when he reached to get it, something dead legged him and pulled him under. His world went black.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 9, 2011 22:39:52 GMT -5
Amelia's fine tuned assassin's brain alerted her to the very instant the king went under. She whipped around, forgetting all of the pain in her wounds and dove into the shallow water, franticly searching for her king. She found him a grabbed his collar, heaving the massive male out of the water as best as she could with something tugging at the other end. She pulled as hard as humanly possible and freed him, lugging the dead weight to shore. Her adrenaline was pumping franticly as she looked down apun her limp ruler. In these mere instances she had saved him because he was king, and not her father. Amelia had not fully settled into the fact that she was related to this man yet.
Allister jumped as the king unexpectantly was pulled under. After Amelia had finished struggling with whatever was on the other end of him, the girl surprisingly had the strength to pull him to shore with the wounds she had. He watched her, attempting to tell if the king was still conscious.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 9, 2011 22:51:49 GMT -5
Zlokaz hadn't reacted like the rest of the group had. He knew that the human would be okay, he was jumping on the fact that there was something in the water that was hunting the human, and no one got away with that. He was in the water in an instant, forcing huge jets and streams of sapphire blue fire everywhere in the small pool. If there had not been a huge stream feeding this small pool, it would be nothing but pocks right now, but since the water kept coming and filling dried up spots, the fiery hot dragon's flames finally came to a halt. Even if flames didn't work, he still had his giant tail he could use to slap the thing out of the water. "Help me!" Zlokaz bellowed at Allister. He was feeling weak for letting such a creature get to him and his human so easily.
Melkor could hear voices around him, but couldn't make them out. It was like they were speaking some slurred funny language that he didn't know. He fought to regain consciousness, or at least control over his body, but he lost the battle.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 9, 2011 23:04:43 GMT -5
Allister jumped to the aide of the charcoal dragon, and he too blew powerful bursts of red flames into the fire.
Amelia pulled the king onto completely dry land and attempted everything she knew to make a person regain their consciousness. She, out of fear of him going into Hypothermia, removed any non important and wet articles of clothing, the wraped him in her dry and warm cloak. She hoped he would come back to the world without frostbite . . . That water was icy and there was a serious risk of freezing.
"Wake up father . . . " she said cooly. For a moment she thought of saying something absolutely shocking in hopes of getting him to awaken, like 'All of your sons have died in war', or 'I'm pregnant with that guard's child', but she quickly dismissed the thoughts. Those jokes would have to wait for another time.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 9, 2011 23:20:58 GMT -5
Zlokaz stopped breathing fire, because it was doing nothing of importance. The water they made into steam, was replaced by new, cool water by the river. IT was a never ending process. He held his head in defeat and turned around, now heading back towards the king. He observed what his daughter was doing and decided that he would be useful in keeping Melkor dry. While blowing whiffs of yellow flame on the human, he accidentally burned another 'tattoo' into the left wrist of the human's arm.
Melkor stirred slightly at the new warmth that had come upon him. What ever had been holding him down from waking had vanished as soon as the flames became too hot. Melkor awoke coughing up water and hissing in painfully at the burning in his left wrist. He was about to clumsily yell at his dragon to stop blowing fire on him when he realized that no one was breathing fire. He looked at his wrist, but he couldn't see the mark right because his eyes were watering up. The cool temperature of the waterfall/pool before had been taken up about 30 degrees due to all of the fire breathing. With the aid of his dragon (for he refused to have his daughter help him), he got up and hoisted himself onto the back of the dragon. "Let's go." he said softly. His voice was weak from just becoming conscience and from getting a mark from his dragon.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 9, 2011 23:34:46 GMT -5
She shook her head at her father when his back was turned. 'How dare he refuse my aide,' she thought sourly. Amelia climbed aboard her dragon and forced him full speed back to the castle, not caring if she left the king behind or bled to death (because she was covered in crimson again). She clenched one arm around the worst now open wound on her waist as they raced through the clouds. She started to become a little dizzy. Amelia hunkered over slightly. Using all of her musles to pull the king from the water had done some damage to the wounds she received. It was as if she had just received them again, all the painful work the nurses did yesterday merely gone in one attempt to save the king. He was worth it, but she could hardly hold herself on Allister.
He noticed too. The red gold dragon knew that the princess couldn't handle his full speed due to her newly reopened wounds, so he merely acted like he was flying at full speed to sooth her anger at the king's refusal to have her help him up. Allister could feel his little Amelia grow weaker and weaker upon him and he gradually slowed, allowing her for an easier ride back to the castle.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 9, 2011 23:48:18 GMT -5
Zlokaz took it as a challenge as Allister sped off without them. Well, if you want to do it that way.. He thought darkly while the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly. They were racing through the air faster than you had time to say, "Go." Zlokaz was using every bit of muscle he had to pick up speed, catch drifts of wind, and to advance on the dragon ahead of him. He could care less how the king was doing on his back, just as long as he stayed on. He decided to pass above Amelia and Allister so it wouldn't be too obvious what they were doing. A minute or two after the black dragon had passed the golden one, he slowed his pace ever so slightly to a still ground blurring speed, but just more steady and rhythmic. They were back to the castle in record timing, and there were a patrol of five guards were waiting where the dragons always landed to greet the royalty back home. They were utterly suprised that the two did not fly together, and gasped at their king's condition. Without delay, Melkor was rushed inside with guards and medics following.
Zlokaz layed down and was waiting for the others to come back. Goodness, do they fly slow. he thought. If the girl was having that much trouble staying on, then why not make her a saddle for extra grip? [/i] he pondered, just as they landed
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Post by Amelia on Aug 10, 2011 0:00:49 GMT -5
Allister finally made it to the castle, in the last minuets of the ride carting Amelia as dead weight. He had to be ever so careful that the limp figure wouldn't slide off his back. Once the castle was in sight he glided downward carefully and landed easily on the ground. He allowed the guards to rush Amelia in as well and sat next to Zolkar.
"My apologies for the lateness." he explained. "Amelia passed out the remaining minuets of the flight, and I had he be extremely careful she didn't merely slide off my back." Allister arched his head to look at his back. A great deal of blood from her wounds covered the spot in which Amelia had been laying. A sharp pang hit his gut.
She was in a sort of sleep almost. The occasional and faint human sounds could be heard from her vegetive state, but aside from slight illuminations all she saw was black. Not a nothing black, but just as if she were closing her eyes and unable to wake up, being so relaxed. The last minutes had merely vanished in her memory . . . All she knew was she was flying to the castle, angry at her father for some reason. What reason? It wasn't important now . . . she merely felt as if she was sleeping.
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