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Post by ali on Dec 15, 2009 15:57:01 GMT -5
No one could look into those bright blue-green eyes that Ali had. Why, few could be sure...and yet those eyes of hers could do a lot. She had scared people before, seen people pity her before, but all in all, Ali knew that it did not matter. A rough smile painted her face for a moment, though it was not a real smile. Little Ali blue eyes would not smile again.
She sat in the dragon keep, almost hidden behind metal and wooden beams. She had done her chores here and waited for another Rider to enter with his steed. Her hands were raw and bloody, work grinding into her skin like knives. Still, she sat living and breathing allowing time to take its toll on her.
While she sat, she allowed the shadow of a panther to sit at her side, scratching its head absent-mindedly. Even though it looked like a mere shadow, she could feel real fur and a real soul of an animal. Before she had a chance to relax a great roaring filled the keep. Another Rider had arrived. Scuttling to her feet, Ali went to the dragon.
She never once looked up at the Rider for she was not permitted to. The young woman unsaddled the great creature, putting away its harnesses and reins. The edge of a buckle slit into her cheek though she went along as though she did not feel it. Only when the warm blood rolled down her skin did she know it would be another scar to add to her collection.
She returned to the dragon, not paying attention to whether or not it's Rider was gone. His feed and water were full and her duty done. Quietly she approached the dragon's face, putting a still somehow gentle hand under its maw and met its eyes. There was a spark of understanding between the two souls as Ali ran her hands over the beautiful creature's face. If only someone could understand her.
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Dysin Hexfire
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Dec 15, 2009 15:58:52 GMT -5
As he approached his homeland the snow began to fall again. Once more the distant calls of the dead could be heard from the snowy ground below. His dragon let out an involuntary screech, out of the constant pain tearing at it's brain. The screech could be heard throughout the kingdom, anyone at the castle who heard the blood-curdling scream of Dysin's dragon would make silent preparations immediately.
The dragon's pain became less intense as it neared the castle. Beating it's great wings it came to a landing at the gates. Dysin barley noted the bleeding girl, who was tending to the smaller dragons of his guards, and subjects of the palace. The girl would know better than to attempt to approach Dysin's beast, for the creatures insanity could not be trusted to contain it's wrath. She would also know not to speak to the prince, for it was well known that any slave who spoke to the prince was silenced forever, and left to live without a tongue.
The magnificent creature landed gracefully in it's place. As always it's food and water had been filled while it was away. It folded its great black wings, the golden detail of scales shone in the odd light of the dark kingdom. The dragon blinked it beautiful, yet crazed eyes at the girl, as if it's distant sanity called to her for a release from it's mental prison. Yet the chains on it's mind would forever be locked until it's name was known to the world once more.
Dysin made his way into the palace, giving only a glance to the girl at the other end of the courtyard, before disappearing behind the ornate doors of his home.
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Post by ali on Dec 15, 2009 16:01:03 GMT -5
Ali barely stood to notice that Dysin had walked past her. She knew the rules, no speaking to the prince. The word 'prince' put a rusty tang in her mouth and she wished to spit it out. Dysin was far from a prince. Bitterly, the girl looked up into the dragon's frantic gaze, resting her hand between the massive creature's eyes and whispered quietly to it. Her own eerie gaze looked into the yellow depths of the dragon's until the beast's narrowed slightly, calmer than before. "He's made you into a brute, he has," she told her softly, her voice a whisper only she could hear. "He's made you all that way..." She shot a gaze toward Dysin's dragon, feeling the pain and insanity it welled. She clenched her teeth. The dark lord had a way of doing that to people.
She removed her hand slowly, going to rest her back on the wooden beams of the keep. The dragon in the keep watched her, never moving until she found the will to. Black wings folded, ass he settled down beside her. She was not a peaceful dragon upon them all, scant to obey and yet soft when with gentle hands. She rested her great head in her lap, eyes shutting as she rested from the chaos of the day. Ali pitied the beast, her blue gaze looking at Dysin's steed. She was not supposed to near it and yet she felt the need to.
Closing her own eyes, she focused on the sounds around her. Heartbeats. Breaths. Everything made itself known. Every movement was a strain, every glance wrought with sorrow. One day Ali had hoped to flee from this place, though the weight of the slave collar she bore told her otherwise. Sighing she let a hand, caked with dry blood, run through her hair. She could feel the rumble of sleep through the dragon beside her and wished she could rest as well. Opening her eyes, she brushed the thought away. Instead she searched for more Riders on their way to a hell of a home.
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Johnathan Wolfblade
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Post by Johnathan Wolfblade on Dec 15, 2009 16:07:30 GMT -5
He knew them both, the brothers of the fay and as well grew to the familiar company of Dorian more so than Dysin yet still he owed the dark lord a visit. This evening would be their meeting, yet what for even Johnathan had no clue and with this came the lazy drag of he and his equine as they carried on threw the streets. He watched the people, they all seemed as well as Dorian’s own, the patter of youth footsteps pass through as the sounds of innocent laughter soon followed. It seemed so odd that such a lord would allow the happiness his people shared, or as far as Johnathan could tell.
“I think it is to rain sir,” a small voice tore his attention toward a smaller pair at his side. There upon but a few hands shorter steed rode one of his many yet well trusted servants. Just to the age of twelve he was growing to be a fine noble, but an appurtenance to the elders of their far off kingdom he was to serve Johnathan until his title as council was obtained. Even so, the boy remained well dressed and spotless almost as if royalty himself, but this was Johnathan’s acceptance. For their consistent work and help in return he offered them the kindness they all deserved.
“I can scent it on the ease winds.” The boy added looking up to his master and mount.
The horse of which was Johnathan’s seemed a bliss of white and almost had a glow about its presence the gentlest of eyes gracing its skull and as well the silken length of its mane and tail gave the horse a presence that seemed not to quite fit in the picture of Dysin’s kingdom. With a glance forth the Prince took a quiet whiff of the air nodding in response.
“Very well. We will stable our horses I know of Dysin’s holds.”
“But sire, Dragons are held there will they not frighten them?”
“Not in this case, and as well,” his hand traced the innocent white of his steeds neck “He has well learned to deal their company with ease. They will be fine.” The prince sent a reassuring glance to the doubt of the boys before they both continued on among silence.
It had been a fair while until the point they had reached the Lords palace and from there trotted the path leading through to his stables. Both man and boy dismounted their horses and led them threw to the shelter of the ‘royal barn’ so to say yet still Johnathan could well taste the thick of dampened wood and presence of dragon. Quietly they both unsaddled their mounts and situated them within a single empty stall, the boy already at work to make it most comfortable. Dysin never cared that others were to tend to his stables, Johnathan knew that very well and so it was no trouble for him to have been cleaning and preparing as though it were back home.
Strange to think, either had yet to spot the woman though all this time they had been working about the opposing side of where she rested. Content with the boys progress Johnathan slipped from a set of clothing known commonly as a ‘jacket’ yet it was for his confirmation of what kingdom he had arrived from and in what position he stood; now leaving but the common white and now untucked shirt relieved of few buttons to the top making it well obvious they had come from a weary travel. With a simply warm smile carving his features, Johnathan watched as the boy groomed both beasts in such a manner of care with each stroke of the brush.
Turning momentarily the prince began on his way to fetch some water when at last she had been spotted he having made a double take the second time a more so curious feature taking his expression. With a dragon having rested at her side, its head settled within her lap, she sat bloody and battered, looking just about starved and wearier than he could claim for himself, and her wings, gossamer and shining, it was a wonder they were not torn. Shifting back he reclaimed a step or two before retrieving torn cloth- less they’d run into trouble on their journey- and taking her front upon one knee the cloth grasped within the hand of the arm that lay across his upright knee. He didn’t hesitate to brush a hand across her cheek doing it with little care he was a stranger to her. “My lady what has been the cause of this?” Johnathan wasn’t aware that Dysin’s slaves were kept as so, he was so used to Dorian's kingdom where everything was at peace as no soul went hungry or cold. “My lord?” the waver of the young boys voice drew back his gaze.
The youth offered to fill a small bucket of water and with a single light nod from Johnathan he began out to fetch what was asked. Returning in a matter of moments the boy set the bucket at his side though currently the prince was occupied at observing her damage. Again, he still hadn’t cared she was stranger and for that fact probably property of Dysin now that he spotted her collar, but even still concern flooded his mind more than anything else. Without waiting for a reply, in a slow and collected motion he dipped a single cloth in the cool water catching glimpse of the first patter of rain outside. With a silent sigh he returned to her ridding away the blood and dirt.
“Do tell me your name?” Though working over her wounds his eyes continuously drifted to hers a deep and unfaltering warm about his own that made it apparent he was but another white fay of the world.
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ali
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Post by ali on Dec 15, 2009 16:15:52 GMT -5
She had heard him before she saw him, though took in no notion of who he was. Her thoughts had been wandering elsewhere, and only when the dragon by her side raised hier massive head did she look to see who came toward her. Bright blue green eyes looked up lifelessly at the man who came forward. She had never seen him before, unable to recognize his chiseled face.
Gently he had touched her cheek, the long red line on her pale skin. He treated her like any other, not like the slave she was. Why was this? Only when she heard the words 'my lord' did she widen her eyes. She was not permitted to speak to royalty, let alone touch one. Did he not know this?
A wet cloth on her bloodied hand made her look back to him, longing to tell him the truth. Slowly, in a quiet voice she whispered sadly, "Slaves are not permitted to talk to princes, my lord, lest we have our tongues cut out..." She looked down, ashamed that she had broken a rule and afraid what the consequences would be if Dysin found out. Carefully she wrote in the dirt beside her a simple, small word. 'Ali'.
The dragon beside her had sensed her shift in moods. Bright yellow eyes looked for the source of her discomfort as she clawed at the ground gently. She ceased only when Ali raised a hand to set on the end of her muzzle. She seemed to take this into thought and carefully lowered her head to the ground beside her, her eyes open as she played the role of guard dog. Ali wished she could smile at her.
Still keeping her eyes averted, Ali wished she could tell him to stop. That she was not worth his trouble or care. She had lived two years of her life like this and a few bandages would never change the decades that awaited. Bitterly Ali clenched her teeth. The first fay who had spoken kindly to her in over a year, the only fay she could never respond to.
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Dysin Hexfire
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Dec 15, 2009 16:25:07 GMT -5
Dysin entered his room quietly and began to pace. Dorian had secrets, this was well known, yet those secrets were growing. Now, with Prince Johnathan in mind, he would have to form a plan to somehow overtake his brother's potential alliance and take the kingdom. The thought of a spy ran through his mind. He went through lists of potentials in his mind and thought to send one of his slaves, when suddenly a young woman entered his room with a rag to dust. She had red hair and green eyes, and her hands were too well kept to look like the hands of a slave.
“You there, girl.” Dysin said calmly as he walked toward her. Something out of the window caught his eye before he reached her. Below he noted the white ace as he knelt beside a slave in the courtyard. He turned to the girl again as he quickly began to make his way out, “Take the rest of the day off and return to my chambers at dusk.” He watched her nod before flying down the halls.
Outside, he slowed his pace and approached them. He could see the place where Ali had etched her name into the ground and scowled. She had spoken with him, and that made Dysin angry. “You!” He said coming closer, “How dare you speak! And to a Prince! You should know that your voice is not worth hearing! Further more, how dare you look at him! Your eyes are not worthy to look upon a royal! ” Seeing the soiled rag in the Prince's hand, he spoke again. “Prince Johnathan, there is really no need. She is a slave, trying to wash her is pointless, she'll only soil herself again when she mucks out the stables, or rolls in the soot, or whatever it is miscreants do in their spare time. Now if you'll just give me a moment, this girl will be punished for allowing her unclean voice to be heard by your esteemed ears, guards!” A pair of soldiers appeared before him.
“Take this girl away and have her tongue cut out.” He turned back to the prince, and let out a breath of air as he shook his head. He felt silly, yelling like that and wasting energy on something as worthless as a slave, yet he believed it was the only way to get through to them. He studied the prince before him who appeared to be worried about the girl and almost raised an eyebrow at him, for a slight alarm could be seen in his eyes for her. “Wait a minute,” he said to his guards. A slyness filled his eyes. Johnathan had wealth beyond that of both he and Dorian. “Since you seem to care so much for this slave, perhaps you'd like to take her off my hands. Now the question is, how much are you willing to pay for this girl?”
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Post by Gavin Gollem on Dec 16, 2009 13:39:02 GMT -5
Gavin liked to walk around the dark walls of the Goblin Kingdom. He never liked the kingdom and how goblins treated others. Gavin was a different type of goblin. He enjoyed the happier times rather than try to make someone unhappy. He had never met King Dysin and really didn't care to. Gavin figured Dysin would do something cruel and hateful to him considering Dysin was the most ruthless of all goblins. Gavin wished he had been born a fairy rather than a goblin. Then perhaps he wouldn't despise himself as much.
Gavin was tired of being as feared as all other goblins. Of coarse, goblins didn't fear him. This gave him trouble alot due to them knowing he was harmless. He rarely stood up for himself but would if there was no way out of it. He hated having to defend himself. It was such a hassle. He wished there was someone who could understand him, someone who he could talk to about his hopes and dreams.
OOC: I know it's not alot. I just don't have my muse at my side right now.
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Dec 16, 2009 16:32:47 GMT -5
Post by Johnathan Wolfblade on Dec 16, 2009 16:32:47 GMT -5
His eyes drifted thoughtfully to the girl and a smile crossed his lips, transforming his features into a angelic facade,
"Dysin, my friend I'll pay 40 gold pieces for her, but after that her life and all else that comes with her name is mine. You must swear."
He put the soiled rag over the aged wood of the fence nearby paying little mind to the dragon near the girl, though he did give some thought to the girls feelings. perhaps she would miss the creatures, but it would be a small price to pay for her freedom.
The small boy at his side looked at the girl with both sympathy and interest, Johnathan only stood and returned his gaze to the Dark king. However, something behind the goblin caught his interest. There, passing by the gate as if nonchalantly taking a walk was yet another goblin. But there was something about this one. He gave an ere of purity not native to this land. Not at all the same vibe that he got from Dysin, it left a bad taste in his mouth, and he decided after this meeting, he would find that young man again and speak with him.
The girl behind him remained as such with the dragon as her side, perhaps the girl would leave with him this day and never feel such harm again. A fairy did not belong in this place, if anything she deserved a place in the castle with Dorian after this harsh treatment. He would leave that decision up to her, he was a kind prince, for once she was his, she would always be her own more than that.
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Dec 16, 2009 16:40:40 GMT -5
"Very well then, I swear." He watched the Princes apprentice retrieve the gold pouch from the saddle of his steed, he snached it from the boy greedily and emptied it's contents into his palm. Counting it out, he payed no mind to the goblin that caught Johnathan's attention, "Funny that the Ace of Spades would pay so much for," his looked down that the girl as if looking at a pile of dragon droppings, "filth." He paused as if he smelled something rancid and was trying to ignore it, "No matter, she is no longer my concern. Until then, Johnathan, What brings you here to my fine abode?" His face twisted into a crooked smile bearing sharpened teeth, in fact, the expression looked more like a grimace than a smile.
"Walk with me and we shall talk. Boy!" he shouted the last word at Johnathan's apprentice, "Take care of Prince Johnathan's horse and the girl, she's your problem."
He then held out an arm toward the ruined palace and offered his 'smile' toward the Ace again, "shall we?"
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Post by Johnathan Wolfblade on Dec 16, 2009 16:48:05 GMT -5
Johnathan was able to keep his composure at the ghastly sight of the goblin king's smile. The boy, who had been commanded by the king bravely turned his eyes to Johnathan and waited for a nod from his prince before doing as he was told. The boy, who already had the horses in their stalls approached the girl. However Johnathan was at her side first,
"Mi'lady," he offered her his hand and helped her up, "this is my apprentice, follow him, he will teach you how to care for the horses, since you'll be with us for a while." he smiled kindly at her before glancing back toward where he had spotted the other goblin, and could no longer see him. Perhaps after his meeting with the goblin master.
After that he straightened himself and turned from the girl to accompany Dysin inside to addend to his visit. After this, he would visit King Dorian for a much more pleasant encounter.
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Post by Gavin Gollem on Dec 16, 2009 16:57:44 GMT -5
Gavin's anxiety was building. He felt a strange pull towards the goblin castle. It was like there was a reason he was there. An unknown reason, of coarse. He tried to relax but the urge to tense was all too great. He paced around in circles until his heals hurt. Finally, he sat down on the wet grass and breathed heavily through his nostrels. He tried not to think of the bad things goblins didbut the thoughts keot rolling in like a terrible thunder storm. He couldn't help but to feel a sense of despair. It was almost like something was going to happen and for some reason he needed to be there. How strange it was to him.
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Dec 16, 2009 16:58:06 GMT -5
Post by ali on Dec 16, 2009 16:58:06 GMT -5
The girl's heart did not flutter or excite at her change of ownership. For all she knew, this seemingly kind stranger would turn out cruel, or perhaps more cruel then Dysin himself. Though such an outcome seemed unlikely, she had learned long ago not to hope for anything, for it would get her nowhere and give her nothing but grief and tears.
The dragon had lifted her head and given a small noise of protest as the stranger had taken her hand and assisted her in rising. The warmth and kindness of his hand was a startling contrast to what she was used to. she gave the beast beside her a glance that settled the thing down, though it looked at her as if sad behind that crazed great orbs. At this, she too felt a pang of sadness, for who would sit with the beast but her? Who else would be her friend? The beast was just a slave like she, if not worse off for being under such a spell.
She kept her eyes low, however allowed herself to look at the boy, then at the prince as he walked away. The boy led her over to the horses.
The white steed that belonged to Johnathan amazed her, it's fur was like fine velvet and the boy handed her a brush, instructing her on all the ways of grooming the animals. She began memorizing the ways, for she guessed things like this would be her new duty, regardless of what would come, she was in the least bit happy to be leaving this place. Though she could not guess she would be returning to her homeland, and that meant to her sister. For now, she carried on,l empty and hopeless, her spirits only slightly lifted. But she knew better than to hope, for that would only bring her pain and disappointment.
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Post by Gavin Gollem on Dec 16, 2009 17:00:01 GMT -5
OOC: I'm not sure if you saw my above post.
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Dec 16, 2009 17:50:21 GMT -5
((OOC: Saw it, I think the reason she didn't say anything about you is because the only character who has noticed Gavin in this thread is Johnathan. Don't worry, you'll get a real chance to be part of this thread after my post and Johnathan's next post. By the way, lets say Dysin and John had their little meeting already, I don't really wanna rp it out, pluis it's irrelevant to where I want this thread to go.))
He walked ahead of Johnathan and opted for a moment alone with the girl, Ali. He pulled her away from the boy and off out of earshot.
"You girl," he said, voice stern and hissing from his yellow teeth, "you may belong to him by law, but it is my law you will obey. The one thing you miss more than anything else is..." he paused, watching the girls gaze remain on the ground as it should, "your sister." He waited for her reaction. "I know where she is, now listen to me girl!" he shook her once rather violently to make sure he had her attention, "You will go with Johnathan to Dorian's castle, you will find out anything you can about a sword named Crimnus. Do you hear me? Crimnus! Remember that and speak of this to no one or your sister's life is forefit! Report back to me every fortnight, sooner if you learn something of interest and do not return without something useful!" He stepped back, releasing her from his grasp, eying her up and down with disgust. "Now go back to your prince, get out of my sight you ingrate. Consider yourself luck I was kind enough to sell your worthless hide to the likes of him." He spat at her, the glob splattering across her left eye and cheek before he turn on his heel and returned to the castle, passing Johnathan with a crooked smile as he did and disappearing behind the gates.
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Post by ali on Dec 16, 2009 17:59:15 GMT -5
Upon hearing of her sister, she felt herself tense, that was the one thing she had always prayed would always be safe from him, and she could chance if he was bluffing. It seemed gaining freedom, was not much of a victory after all and it was well of that she hadn't allowed any hope from which to fall.
She only nodded, memorizing the swords name. She would obey. she kept her gaze on the ground at her feet, and as the slimy glob hit her face and stung her eye, she only remained still until he dismissed her. She wiped away the glob and smeared it on her clothes, returning to the boy and waited silently for her new master. Little did he know he had only done her a small deed, and one far less wonderful than even he had hoped.
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