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Post by Zinroth on Feb 15, 2005 20:27:03 GMT -5
((Eh, I didn't like my last post too well so I deleted it. I'll post.. eventually. ._< ))
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Post by Amry on Mar 20, 2005 19:51:08 GMT -5
(Brisingr? I think someone's been reading a little too much Eragon... I be's a sort of... dragon person. Someone who knows and understands all dragons, speaks their odd language, but is pretty much human. You people are all special, I wanna be special too.) Note: I don't control dragons. Y'know like Elf-friends, in LotR? I'm a kind of... dragon friend. Wyra braces herself and steps out into the storm. Her face is protected by a sand-colored cloth that wraps around her head three times, allowing only a small slit for her eyes. Runes are drawn on the cloth, but they are hidden from outside eyes by its folds. She wears a long tunic over her body, with the sleeves cinched shut at the wrists, and billowy pants tied at the ankles. Her feet remain bare. She looks like any other desert dweller, but if one were to see under he head cloth, it would reveal her hair to be bright white - rather odd for a twenty-five year old - and her eyes to be an intense, slitted green.
Completely protected from the raging sands, she steps out into the wind. She has sensed a dragon, right in the town - but one with a very peculiar aura; almost human. She wants to investigate it.
She is impervious to the wind; the howling of the wind is blocked from her ears by the strange almost buzzing sensation of a nearing aura.
She spies the sura erupting off Shai in fiery bursts, and she can tell there will be destruction soon. Her eyes take in Ragoth, swooping in on a dragon, and the shadowy form of a griffin's aura, and Gwy sprinting toward the alley. <Stop!> [glow=red,2,300]Dunno dragon language... whatever I put like <this> is in dragonese.[/glow] In a very peculiar trick, Wyra both speaks and throws her voice at the back of her throat at the same time to achieve the double-toned words. < Dragon! Please stop!> Panting, she reaches Shai and manages a bow while running. <Wassup? Um... hate to pry, but why are you running? And what's with the griffin?> She glances at the sky, where Ragoth is soaring on "his" dragon, and can't help but wonder what the dragon thinks of it.(Will edit later... have to go. Buh bye)
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 20, 2005 20:10:29 GMT -5
((Yes, my stupid library stole it back so I couldn't finish reading it XD))
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 23, 2005 19:35:44 GMT -5
Ragoth, still flying on his desert dragon thinks he has lost sight the creature he is chasing. Until he sees a quick glimpse of it and gets lower to the ground. He is only about 30 feet behind , an yet he still cannot make out what it is exactly.
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Post by Amry on Mar 24, 2005 18:20:01 GMT -5
Wyra feels the acute discomfort of Ragoth's dragon like her own and sends a mental hug out to it as she sprints beside Shai. Oy! She bellows up at Ragoth. Go easy on the sand dragon, 'k? Turning her head causes her scarf to fall back, blowing sand into her eyes. Argh! Stropping, she brushes sand from her eyes and ties it quickly; but by the time she's through, Shai is gone. Dragon dung! She mutters. The aura is faint, but Wyra runs after it, hoping she's going in the right direction.
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 24, 2005 18:23:28 GMT -5
Ragoth eyeballs the person strangely thinking to himsefl, these are the fastest dragins around. No other dragon can be outrun by a sand dragon. It takes a lot to wear them out. He then proceeds to ocus n chasing the thing.
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Post by Kimnas on Mar 25, 2005 9:32:57 GMT -5
Gwy, who had decided that instead of chasing this thing on the ground he would go into the air and simply watch it from there. He rose quite quickly and managed to still keep his eyes on the creature who was flying at an incredible speed.
"HEY! SLOW DOWN! I MEAN YOU NO HARM! I JUST WANT TO TALK, I PROMISE I MEAN YOU NO HARM!" Gwy said telepathically to the creature hoping it would hear and understand his words.
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 25, 2005 12:26:27 GMT -5
Ragoth, still closely behind the creature, decided to fly more upwards now. As he did so he saw Gwy, and decided to get up next to him.
" do you have any odea what were chasing now?" he yells so he can be heard.
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Post by Amry on Mar 26, 2005 11:02:03 GMT -5
Wyra, for all her oddness, cannot fly telepathically or otherwise. She runs after the dragons, quite aware that chasing them is futile considering their speed. What I wouldn't give to be a shapeshifter right now! she huffs as she stops at an intersection, unsure of where to go. I could be a wolf and track them... or a dragon and fly. The thought of being a dragon is a very pleasant one, but she pushes it to the back of her mind as she searches.
I don't care... this way! She darts off to the left.
In a few minutes, faint shrieks grow louder, and she sees a blur that could be a flying man up ahead. So, apparently she chose right. Feeling proud of herself, she steps up the pace even more.
Presently, she can see the dragon-person. Seeing as it's not in dragon form, it isn't quite so fast as it usually would be, and Wyra manages to get within twenty-five feet of it. <Hey! Slow down, dragon!> But dragons are clever; they want reason, not shouting. <Dragon! Please, slow down! If you give them a reason to chase you, you'll never get away!> It doesn't appear to work. Wyra closes the gap by another ten feet. <You're being chased by a telepath and a dragon-rider, there's no point in running. Shift to dragon if you can, and fly away! Why are you running?> Cursing in English, Sifturan, and dragon, she stops, panting. If only she could fly!
Her gaze turns to the rooftops. In an instant, she has scaled some handy crates and is running above the city, a mere ten feet below Ragoth and Gwy. Hey! Dragon-rider! Telepath! *oof* - This as she jumps from one roof to a lower one - Stop... or slow down... or something... you need to stop chasing that person! Please?
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 26, 2005 14:06:52 GMT -5
Ragoth niticing the person under him slowed the sand dragon down and landed on a rooftop.
" It's ok" he says" There are always more chases. HEY GWY! JUST STOP CHASING THE THING!!!" he yells after him
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Post by Amry on Mar 27, 2005 10:25:27 GMT -5
Wyra, her mission complete, promptly collapses.
Ragoth's dragon wakes her a moment later by nudging her with his claw. She stands up, thanks the dragon, and bows to Ragoth. Thank you for stopping, friend. Bad day for a chase anyway. She shakes the sand that has settled in the folds of her clothes out as proof. So... I wasn't there, but I know a... Best not tell him the person was a dragon; if he didn't already know, the dragon probably didn't want him to. ...person... with a rather odd look to him was being chased. Er... I saw, and I followed, and I could see there was very little point in chasing him... and he looked tired, so I stopped you. She realizes a girl smothered in cloth sprinting after someone she's never seen before and then calling to two more complete strangers while bouncing over rooftops is not the best accompaniment to her story, and the story was a lousy lie anyway... but maybe this guy won't press it.
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 27, 2005 16:01:52 GMT -5
The person sthat stoped Ragoth seemed mixed up.
" What. Your story made no sense at all. Oh well, I eon't press it. Hop on the dragon and we'll go back to the pub for a drink. I want to know more about you." he said
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Post by Amry on Mar 27, 2005 16:40:10 GMT -5
I think he read my mind... Wyra shakes it off and jumps on the dragon with the ease of long practice. A drink would be nice, she says. Maybe that dra- I mean, person will come back.
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Post by Kronomas on Mar 27, 2005 16:43:15 GMT -5
" What did you just say?" he asks kind of frantically
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Post by Amry on Mar 28, 2005 19:05:45 GMT -5
You must not have heard me over all the sand in my mouth, Wyra says, spitting over the side of the dragon and wondering how much crazier this converstion will get. I said, "Maybe that person will come back." Did they destroy anything? If they did, I doubt they'll show their face in Siftura again. She hastily changes the subject. My name's Wyra. No last name. Who're you?
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