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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 15:23:25 GMT -5
If Zephyr had any idea of where she was, she would have been the least bit satisfied. Currently she wasn't sure whose lands she walked through, nor did she want to know. The mere moonlight made everything around her flicker with the life it was not supposed to have. Zeph loved to wander through the night. It had seemed as though she had wandered a bit too far from home this time. Her family, if she had one, would be furious. She would have been told before not to stray too far from home. But she was now in a place where even King Dorian would not go. If the fairy knew that she would not be there now.
She was silent as always. Her footsteps made no noise, her golden eyes looking out ahead of her. She wore black charcoal around her eyes, a mask of black that had always hidden part of her. Her pale skin was an enchanting glow, a goddess's aura about her. The moon had always blessed her and in return Zeph carried a piece of the moon in her eyes it seemed.
The black cloak she wore covered her red hair from sight. It shielded her light appearance, though her slim figure and curves could still be seen through the cloth. The cloak gave her a look that almost shone as if the shadows had gathered to give her warmth. She was an angel of the midnight and walking through enemy territory. Zeph had no idea that this was so. Even though she did not know this, she was beginning to figure it out. The scenery around her was not like it was at home. The consequences of finding the wolven fay unguarded in a place where a rescue would seldom come was immense.
She was not afraid. Fear was something else. In a strange way, Zephyr always seemed to know what was coming. Few things caught her off guard. She never had a wave in the lake of calm that was her soul. Still, walking through these dead lands made her slightly uncomfortable.
The fay stopped walking, listening to the sounds around her. It was a quiet that was not entirely natural. The cloak that kept her face from view was not enough from letting her eyes, their eerie blue depths, scan the place around her. She needed to leave. She needed to get out of their now . Whatever thoughts she had bore before, Zphyr cast them away and turned around. She suddenly wished that Dysin or Theory were here. She suddenly wished that anyone would be there.
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Post by olion on Feb 9, 2010 17:21:05 GMT -5
It was cool, the air heavy with that bad stench. Silver blisses scoped the ground below as a brilliant chrome dusted dragon soared above. He was the lord of his kind, one of the few left of their gods. He was Olion and indeed a god he was. The lord lingered within the musk of the air for some while before a sweeter distant scent drew his eyes heavy to the trees below. Innocence belongs on Dorian’s borders…he’d thought though until Wolf was his minds correction he fathered his gaze weary. It was Zephyr, princess of the wolves of the west, wandering Dysin’s territories;and no other knew her title in full but he. Luck took her hand this evening it seemed a Dysin had not yet returned and Olion’s reasons resided with his own concern.
The brisk creature dove his wings tucking close to his body for speed until finally at the brink of crashing among the forest wall silver flashed and glorious wings spread sending a shadow to cast itself over the green. He was silent even among the wind. Though it had collided again and again with his wing skin not a whisper was heard even as he passed above her eyes already sure where she was. It was then at current sight of a large drop Olion dove into the sea of bark and needles able to maneuver himself threw the trees like silk over fingers. Wings clung to his scaly yet velvet body and threw the darkest of shadows emerged the god mingling forms with the mist about the ground. His voice though booming with authority still grew warm and comforting casting away the secrets of this place like a father would cover his child’s eyes from a view they needn’t see. Though his voice came clear his lips nor muzzle didn’t move an inch and all emotion resided within his eyes.
“Lady Zephyr, Is it not late for you to be wandering the foreign lands? Someone will grow worried shan’t you return to his side. The lord lowered his head to her a smile along his lengthy muzzle. “Though adventures seem just the right medicine for boredom now is not the time for an unpredictable journey.”
His eyes till remained soft upon her with a grandfather glaze about them- about him in general. Few scars, along his neck and maw, were the remains of his battles fought and won sometimes forgotten. Though they were all that was left. Feathers grew back along his jaw structure and the length of his throat spine just as healthy as ever so it was a wonder how many knew of his age. His eyes grew content as he breathed her wolven scent. She was as they whispered- a beauty indeed though in his eyes he was simply proud for the fay's success.
Ah, yes indeed Olion knew of her father and mother- Well, put it better, he knows thembut it was his kept secret for now. He was old and knew more than the princes themselves about this island but indeed this had caused his appearance to become rare among the lands since years ago. Now, he was returning to see the births of a new beginning…or end.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 17:24:23 GMT -5
Zephy had not heard the dragon approach, though when the magnificent creature did she was not startled. Turning, the girl's eerie yet charming eyes met the dragon's. She had seen him before, though they had never been thoroughly introduced. Zehpyr was pleased to finally be seeing him now, and also quite comforted knowing that there was someone here of her own intentions. The dragon would not harm her, and that bit of information was very calming.
"Truth be told, my dragon friend, I am quite lost. I fear that my wandering has taken me a bit too far from home." She smiled, her eyes dancing with mild amusement. She had always felt more comfortable around creatures that looked far from human appearances. It was why she talked to wolves as a wolf herself, and why she felt more comfortable in a forest with beasts of fur than a city with beasts of skin.
If Zephyr would have known that Olion was alight to her Mother's existence, she would have been on her knees begging for answers that she did not have. She had imagined her mother to be a beautiful woman, with a laugh to bring smiles to onlookers face's and a face full of merry wonder. She had longed for that motherly figure all of her life, and had grown up not knowing the comforting voice that many sought when they were down.
Zephyr looked at the dragon with slight awe. He was a gorgeous creature, silver making him glow under the moon's comforting caress. He was one of the few wonders that graced the world that was slowly seeming to fall apart because of a man that Zephyr did not know. Dysin still intrigued her, making her long to know what he looked like; who he was. His name had been hushed around her ears, something that had been growing more frustrating as time drew on. I'm old enough to know what goes on in this world! she had wanted to scream. Though few realized that she was piecing things together by common word. Rumors and gossip were easy to gather once someone befriended that palace servants.
Zephyr wanted to run a hand over his feathers and scales, something that made her imagination roar into life. How long had these dragon's graced the earth, and why were they starting to fade? Their grace was as intriguing as Dysin's name, and she was awed by this one's wisdom. He was another creature in a world where no one could see that the beauty that once adorned the earth still lived.
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Post by olion on Feb 9, 2010 17:25:18 GMT -5
His grandfather age old smile resided along his expression. “Then, as you are lost let me guide you home.” He bowed a step forward all movements smooth as the watery ripples of the fields. His head lowered to the ground as offering her to ride. “But as it is my presence is needed in a destination far past your fathers residence though I assure your grace will bid him well by morning.” If she wasn’t for a little longer stray then Olion would surely take her home first seeing as his demands were far lenient than her fathers but if she was then it was them to soar the skies of ocean fields.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 17:26:38 GMT -5
Zephyr watched as the dragon bent his head low. She had never in her life done such a thing, though would not let it go by. She had seen far to many feathers drift by in her life, floating along forever to never be held. She was sick of letting things go by without a word.
Quietly and gently, Zephyr slid onto his back, the scales beneath her as slick as rain. She brought her knees up behind his head, smooth hands taking his horns. She felt his feathered neck tickle at her legs, and let a small smile come back to her face. She gripped lightly, not wanting to cause the dragon any discomfort. She was amazed at the way he felt, the way it was like riding a wave. Her blue eyes traveled up the sky, looking out at it with wonder. She would be flying up there.
"Okay," she told the Dragon God, looking back down to him. She could see his eyes just barely, though knew that he would see (or feel) her nod. She felt as if the air was already rushing around her. It was as if the breeze had suddenly picked up, to give them the flight they desired. Her blond hair whipped around her face and shoulders, her hands gripping his horns a little bit tighter. She was trying to picture the expression on her father's face when she arrived home on a dragon's back. She felt as if she had just been pulled into a fantasy. "Let's not go home, not yet, but I'll fly with you.."
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Feb 9, 2010 17:28:12 GMT -5
The sky, though already dark, turned a supernatural black with his return. The King sat upon a dragon that looked just as mysterious.
The creature's ebony wings, accented with gold tore through the sky. The head, magnificent and feirce, with fangs that curved jaggedly around his chin.
Dysin himself held his gaze steady. The darkness seemed as empty as his soul. He thought back to his past, and was glad to finally be returning home; he had it. The thing he had gone to search for. Crimnus, the sword of power. Now, he did not yet know how to wield the sword's power, yet after spilling so much blood to get it, the power would be known to him soon. This sword, whatever power it held, was coveted by many, but he had it. With it he hoped to finally make known the thing that suffocated his withered heart and caused his souls torment, but that would be in the future. For now, he had more important matters to deal with.
His deep eyes scanned the wilderness, and there in the distance was Olion. Yes, he knew the god. That ivory form drew closer and he noticed a fragile figure upon his back. A girl. Dysin raised an eyebrow and called his dragon to a halt before them. The great beast roared in annoyance as he studied them. The girl seemed distantly familiar, yet he could not place her identity.
The dragon, upon which he rode, let out another impatient growl, that would have burned the ears of any other who was not used to being near such magical beasts.
Dysin thought to speak, but only adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and stared at the girl, pondering her identity. Then his dark gaze shifted to match the glare held by his dragon toward the god.
Silence for now, Dysin's voice was unused and broken, his lips not ready to part for words, so he would allow the god to speak first. After all it was only proper.
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Post by olion on Feb 9, 2010 17:30:17 GMT -5
He’d felt that dark tingle at the moment they arrived within distance of one another and that pale silver gaze cursed hard in Dysin’s direction. Olion knew there would be not better in ignoring the king though he cringed at thought of introducing Zephyr. Though Olion was male he had a mature status to determine the allure of men and women and Dysin had that seductive sense that the god feared for Zephyr.
No, he would not let her fall while she was under his eye but still had his words melted her then the dragon would have a problem. Will was something he could never mess with though at times he’d wished he could. The ivory beast wavered once then swayed to direct their flight to the prince. At close distance Olion pulled back leading his wing pulse into something fit for a hover.
“Welcome home lord Dysin,” Olion gave respect though it was empty. “We are but passing threw your lands I bid you forgive us.”
Olion would not mention Zephyr had stumbled upon his lands for it was a risk Olion knew better than to take. Silver eyes cast upon the dark lord with eerie content of caution. Sadly as long as Olion hovered above Dysin’s rule it would be the kings choice in what happened to the woman.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 17:32:05 GMT -5
She had not seen him at first, her thoughts on flying alone. Though when the aura in the air began to shift and goosebumps crawled over her skin, Zephyr knew that He had returned. Her legs unconsciously gripped Olion's sides a bit tighter, her teeth grit hard in her mouth. Golden eyes snapped out to find Dysin, meeting his gaze with one far more eerie and beautiful than a wolf or fay could possess.
She clung gently as Olion lifted them into the air and went toward the Lord she had heard so much and so little about. The dark mask of make-up around her eyes made her own aura glisten with shadowy specks. The emotion in her soul was foreign to her, not fearful nor hateful but wary. She wished for the Pack at her back, though being with the Dragon God was far more than she could ask for. Still, she prayed that this other dragon rider would not piece her name to her appearance. She hated attention from those she wished to conceal it from. Currently, she wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to know she was alive.
She nodded to him, a greeting with no feeling or thought behind it. Her pale form seemed to radiate with the moonlight and the wind given to her and Olion began to get a bit more unsettling. Invisible sparks were in the air and Kara knew that it would not be good. They were on enemy territory and confronted with it's ruler. She kept her calm, trying to melt into the scenery as a mere ace enjoying the night. She cursed the diamonds glinting off of her rings, Midwinter gifts from her favorite cousin.
The night was darker, the shadows thicker and more alive than before. Go, Olion... she thought silently, wanting to be far from this place and yet something pulled her to stay. She did not want to question what drew her to this place. Whether it was Dysin's dark gaze or the abnormalities of the sky, something did not feel quite right.
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Post by olion on Feb 9, 2010 17:33:58 GMT -5
And go they would. The dragon god could feel Zephyr’s uneasyness and thus he knew she’d rather they not be here. “My lord Dysin you will forgive our passing. We meant no harm nor mean it. Our presence is needed somewhere else.” The god bowed his head not waiting for one in return before the wind lifted them away and soon the darkness that once seeped into their atmosphere was gone. Olion flew her far and distant the glow of Dorians palace ahead filling the Dragon with a sense of relief. “Lady Zephyr we will need to get you to safety.” With that there was a sudden change of course and with a light curve of the body Olion had taken a wing dipped turn heading for the palace ahead. Telepathy did him wonders thus letting him know the news of every hour be in his knowledge. Quietly they concurred the skies making distance in a matter of minuets until soon the courtyard of the kingdom was below them. Even midst his size Olion was very much able to land with the lithe of a bird and as they began to drift feet hung and claws stretched soon taking shock to the ground and in silence they had landed. Dipping down his head the God let her to her feet. “I will await your return.” He granted her a nod then settled back wary to the creaking world around them all the while ignoring the cool of the snowfall.
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Feb 9, 2010 17:36:04 GMT -5
The wind blew coldly, swirling through the group with a supernatural chill, then suddenly stopped and all was silent as the prince parted his lips to speak. It was as if his very kingdom was holding it's breath. Perhaps in anticipation, perhaps out of fear. It was with a simple ere of arrogance that his words left his lips, yet it floated through the air like silk, smooth and soft. His voice, though only slightly ruff with disuse instilled a sense of feigned calm into whomever was innocent enough to hear such words.
“It is good to see you Olion.” He lied. “Perhaps only better now.” His lips twitched with a slight intention to smile, but it faded. “I find it almost flattering that you chose to pass through my kingdom.”
The line itself may have seemed polite enough, but Lord Dysin had let the words slip out with such sarcasm that, if the dragon had been ill tempered, may have caused irritation to stir within, yet Dysin was not one to judge a god's mood.
He found it odd that the god had a companion with him. As far as he knew, the dragon would not have brought any white fay through his realms. His eyes lingered on the unseen form; he stared at that figure he could not see and his curiosity peaked even more. However, he pushed the unknown figure aside, he would know soon enough. First he would have to learn how to wield the sword.
At the thought of it he placed a hand firmly upon it's glistening handle, that was warm with a pulse, as if the sword was living, drinking in his sanity. He clutched it tighter as to assure himself it was still there. He then thought if there was too much silence the dragon may notice, or question the presence of the magnificent weapon. If the god we're to say anything more, Dysin would hear it as he passed. He allowed his beast to move forward again before stopping suddenly; the action was answered with another angry growl.
“I expect you know your way out.” He chided, yet his features remained stern. He was not annoyed at the god's presence, nor was there much he could do about it, yet he had his reasons for wanting to be alone. With that he allowed that malicious looking creature to take him off into the night. The sky lighted only slightly as the darkness followed him to his fortress in the distance, and a quiet rain began to fall. Only to be answered by eerie whispers and cries from the long dead...ever living souls of the ancients.
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