[O] In the Beginning..

[luigigirl]

GreenStar simply watched the girl go. He felt even MORE alone now... Was just one friend too much to ask?

[Mordar]

Wondering if anyone had gotten his message, Mordar waited until he was sure no one would answer.

He would take the risk to fly over the area, to the place where he thought the white Fury was hiding.

And so, he shot through the air as fast as he could, also hoping to cause a distraction by shooting fire at the ground near the village, so his movement could be at least somewhat covered, even in the daytime.

And so, he flew over to a cave where he thought this white Fury would be hiding, and waited to see if she would exit it.

[luigigirl]

GreenStar, being in the same that the white Night Fury had been, saw Mordar. He... Well, in a word, freaked out. Scrambling around, he quickly hid.

[Neoni245]

In the corner of her eye
she spotted something
Night Furies?
More of them?
Yes, more and more of them
not far from her territory.


The territorial dragoness let her nostrils flare in anger, but only watched from the corners of her eyes, the two interacting black speeders. She was jealous of their speed, and overall not very social with them. Infact, she was only scared of them, shy. She would rather watch in a corner than attack.

Her nostrils filling with the scent of dampness, wet droplets began to tap against her scales. It was raining. Lightly, but raining. Waer stepped back, the Nadder retreating farther into her shelter to avoid becoming soaked by the increasing showers. She could smell the torrent which would soon approach. She didn't want her scales wet.

And yet, those amber eyes of her's still focused on the two obsidian bodies, before losing interest, and turning back. She would need much rest before returning to her hunt. With the sting of her wound following her, Waer padded off into the darkness of her cavern.

[angel624]

Pirateperch dreamed.

She dreamed of childhood, playing with her father.

She dreamed of adolescence, her father teaching her how to hunt.

She dreamed of adulthood, her father protecting her from Vikings...and dying.

She dreamed of old age, her body singing as worms devoured her

A hiss of fright awoke her. The other two Night Furies had returned; the scarred one and the green-spotted one; it was the green one that had hissed.

Pirateperch barked, "You two. Was it one of you who protected me as I mourned my father?"

[Mordar]

Mordar spoke up.

"I distracted the devils while you were vulnerable during the battle. A fellow dragon doesn't deserve to die, even though... it may have been too late to save your father.. But the main issue at hand is how we're supposed to return to the den. Should we wait till nightfall? Or risk going now?"

Whichever plan of action they would take, Mordar knew they would have to work together, and was feeling more and more as if he'd made some friends..

[angel624]

Pirateperch was feeling irritable. "Are you trying to agitate me?" she spat, "We're already at the den. I should know, I just fed the Queen my father's dead body!"

She snarled viciously at the thought. "If you ask me, I say we should plan our escape. Find a way to get away from her, forever."

(yeah, ummm...I, uh...I kinda mentioned back there that Pirateperch was already back at the volcano...^^

[Mordar]

((OH SNAP! >.< Forgive me for that, please. Sorry!))

Mordar replied to Pirateperch,"Oh no, not at all! Must have slipped my mind. I apologize. But, more to the point, what do you propose we do? Do you believe the queen will forgive you?"

He looked around furtively, and continued to speak.

"Should we wait until night falls, then?"

[Neoni245]

All alone
With only the sting of her wound to accompany her
an unwelcome guest of pain

Waer only lay there, sheltered from the torrental rain as it grew. Thunder began it's down fall that afternoon. How nice, always during the day. Atleast hunting always came at night. In the meantime, Waer wanted rest.

At and the same time, she would enjoy a first aid right now....
if they had ever existed.
That's right
First Aids wouldn't exist until what...300 years from now?

[luigigirl]

GreenStar had never handled stress well, and right now he was practicly shaking. In a split-second desision, he bolted, still trying to fly, and still failing. However, he managed to get away from the others, and was somewhat happy about that...

[Mordar]

Mordar hadn't received a reply from Pirateperch, and wondered if she really had gotten angry with him. The last few days were almost a blur, and he had had trouble putting it back together.

He had finally regained his composure, and was ready to talk, but he sadly had gotten no responses..

And so he waited to see if her mood could change.

[angel624]

Pirateperch had fallen inside herself as soon as she'd remembered letting her father fall to the Queen's hunger. She missed him, so much, already.

"My apologies, good sir," Pirateperch finally sighed, "I am...simply mourning, as of late. I was very close to my father; he's all I had after my mother was eaten by Her Highness."

Determination sank into her voice. "I say we fly. We fly until we no longer hear her cries or smell her scent. We fly when she falls asleep."

[Mordar]

Mordar heard Pirateperch's plan, and then wondered something. He had heard about recent plans for Viking attempts to find the dragon's den. He asked, "Have you heard of any of their plans? Escape now may be risky as they might be patrolling the seas. But, what do you think?"

Again, he waited for her response, and hoped that no harm would come to any of them.