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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Kitane Blackfyre on January 22, 2014, 05:27:26 PM
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A figure moves through the dully-lit town, the sun having set only hours ago. Dressed in a cloak, she hides her features from anyone passing, having the hood of the cloak pulled over her head and her mask pulled up to the end of the scar on her muzzle. Her horns, however, jut out of the cloak like a sore thumb. However, she uses an illusion spell to keep them hidden from the view of the people here in Arcadius. Her ears flick to the sound of barking, some merchants aiming to sell their wares to the night owls in this town. It's a small town, not like the town of Arcadia, but more of a smaller branch. On this isle, the dogs/wolf species made their home, towns and tribes scattered about the densely forested isle. This was huge difference from Kendian, the Isle of Cats. Half the island there is made of one large forest and the other half a desert area. The towns there flourished anynway, since Arcadius and Kendian were the main trading islands. Ralfin, the island of Reptiles and Amphibians, is made up of desert as well as huge fresh and salt water lakes. Elkimean and Elercrest are the Elves and Avians islands. Elkimean, the Elves (Anthro creatures only, but with more elven features), a less densely forested island than Arcadius, only has one town and is a lesser trading port. Elercrest, the Avians, is made up of forests, mountains, deserts, and a few lakes here and there. Having been there, Kitane was a bit more welcomed, but only let her wings show. If ther horns came out, then she would have been taken and possibly killed immediately. She shudders at the thought, walking through this small town to get to the town of Arcadia, located along the edge of the island. That was where the docks were for the airships. That was where she needed to go. Keeping herself cloaked, she continues there, the lights dimming behind her as she goes.
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He'd watched her for some time. Where was she headed he'd wondered to himself. Sorin was like her, he could feel it. Eventually the docks seemed like the only likely option for her destination. There he could help her. Sorin was on of the best workers on the midnight shifts at the docks. Although most furs couldn't stand dragons, hell some down right ignored their existence Sorin's unique abilities had made him a valuable asset down at the docks. Feeling they'd met soon Sorin headed to The Kraken's Reef, the tavern that the Dock Master frequented. Sorin knew the fur he'd been watching would end up there somehow.
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"Guards! Guards!" The shout rang out through the crowd, panic spreading as furs ran in every direction, people turning to look in the direction of the shout. A strange scene emerged in the rapidly emptying street, between rows of market stalls and high-walled buildings of the airship docks merchant district.
Five figures stood in the centre of attention. Furs of every type running to get out from between them, carts overturned in their hurry to escape into alleyways. An old wolf cloaked in robes of red and luxurious quality stood with his arms thrown out, the voice of the cry for help, two more wolves flanking him drew swords from sheaths hidden under their own cloaks. Across the street from them oddly a twin of the red-robed wolf clutched at thin air and gasped, a blade plunged savagely through his back and burst out through his chest. A pained look of surprise on his aged face. Behind him the owner of the blade looked up, her golden eyes just visible past the scarf around her muzzle showed equal surprise, both hands on the sword that was sunk up to the hilt in the wolf's back.
As though in slow motion the wolf collapsed to his knees and then with a shimmering flash shattered into a thousand fragments of crystalline light, as did the two twinned guards who stood beside him. A chill wind whipped at Katka's scarf as she stood in the middle of the deserted street, enchanted glass falling to the cobbles around her. She stared at the actual robed wolf and cursed under her breath. "Frack... A mirror image..."
A look of incredulous anger flared in the eyes of the wolf, pointing in her direction with another shout as his two bodyguards advanced with swords drawn "Guards! Kill her!"
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The cat was leaning on a railing as he waited for the airships to prep, clearly choosing public transportation over the liability of getting lost and falling to his death in mid flight. “Are you daft,” Leo seemingly groaned to himself. A voice echoed in his head in response to his question, it's tone was that of something charismatic, but with alternate motives.
“Caring for your health is one of my main concerns, that's why I sent you shopping in the night.”
“And... that helps me how? Granted yes, I know what this is limited too.... but I don't think giving me a 'ROB ME' shopping list that requires me to go to the backwater portions of town is a grand idea.”
“Oh please Leo, a good thousand of years you have lived, when a thieves life is born of gold and dies in dungeons. Surely, you had no problems with this. Enjoy your flight home. Tata~”
The cat frowned to the final response, and slowly shook his head. He took a moment to look over the airships in the docks, to see if they were ready to board yet, before turning his attention to the sky. Clouds of industrialized smoke filled the air. Disguising themselves, but fooling no one with it's contents of soot and pollution.
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A silhouette of what appeared to be a reptile, was moving across the roof tops of many houses. The person running across the rooftops was wearing a hooded shirt that was light grey in the frontal chest and stomach area. It was also wearing a backpack and a pair of pale blue jeans. It didn't seemed to be wearing any kind of shoes though, likely because they would have been ripped in the front due to the reptile's talons on his feet. Ironically, the clawed feet seemed to make no noise as the reptile took each step, signalling the reptile was light on his or her feet. The hooded figure came to a stop when it came to a jump between someone's balcony and the building it was currently on. It stepped back a few feet before it ran forward towards the ledge. The reptile jumped, when it was close enough to grab the balcony's ledge, it did and grabbed onto the ledge of the balcony, before it pulled itself onto the surface balcony. It began walking up to the glass door that lead into a bedroom that was vacant of anyone else.
The Reptile reached for the door's handle before giving it a small tug, it didn't budge, but it did buckle slightly, meaning it was locked and that it was a pull. The reptile spoke just muttered just then, "Great..." His voice sounded young, and smooth, yet also deep, signalling it was young male. He let out a huff before taking his hood off for a second, reviling his brown scaled face with hazel eyes. This was the raptor known as Thamir, an eighteen year old night thief. He then said while digging into his pocket, "I can see why these come in handy every once and a while." He took out a single lock pick before crouching down and putting the hooked end of the pick into the door's lock.
Eventually, there was a click and the lock came undone. He smiled before opening the door and taking a step inside, intruding the house. "That was easier than I thought it would be..." He immediately put his hood back on before beginning to explore the house for its treasures.
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It wasn't a long walk from the small town to Arcadia, but a quiet one to say the least. Even with her taloned feet, she moved quietly among the grass and trees, having her hood pulled down as she went. Nearing the main town, and re-applying the illusion to her horns, she pulls the hood back up, making sure that she was still obscured by prying eyes. Looking at the moon for a brief second, she walks into the town, curling her tail around her leg with a slight flick of her ears. She quickens her pace and almost enters into a sprint before being bumped into by several red-cloaked guards. She growls and starts to pull down her mask, getting it about to her slightly open maw halfway before pulling it back up quickly. Now wasn't the time to cause destruction because the guard thought she was a beggar. With a snort, she enters the nearest tavern, The Kraken's Reef, which was somewhat close to the docks. She moves over to the bar, sitting quickly after stretching her back and ordering ginger ale. It wasn't the time to be getting drunk. Not here, and certainly not now. Not with everything she had to do.
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With a light bored sigh, The feline pulled away from the railing after being told by one of the workers that the ship will not be ready for a while. His gaze continued to remain on the horizon sky. Through his many years of life, it had always been a line of beauty for him to draw upon, no matter the pollution of now compared to then. But regardless, he figured he might as well do something else with his time.
The cat's attention dropped from the sky to the road ahead of him, where he made way to a local "Dive" as he'd call it due to the shady people who enters it. But formally known as the Kracken's Reef.
Once he approached the door, he smoothed out the wrinkles from his waist coat, and enters through the doorway.
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Sorin looked up as a cat like fur entered the tavern looking rather upper class with his fancy waist coat. Ignoring the new costumer he turned back to the woman he'd been tailing. She seemed to appear as a beggar to most of the patrons though Sorin could have swore he saw horns. Another dragon! Could it be! He focused slowly on her again and started to pour her ginger ale. Sorin had made his fair share of friends and so he had no problems being where he'd be most useful.
"Ginger Ale aye? Must be a busy night if you are drinking so light." Sorin said the woman with a smile. "They call me Sorin, what do they call you?" Sorin watched as the patrons of the bar paid no mind to the beggar at the bar. He hoped she'd not do anything to crazy once he told her that he was a dragon. He could tell there was magic about this one and these patrons hated magic.
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Her ears flick slightly at the barkeep, her head tilting slightly. Pulling a bit of parchment from under her cloak, she grabs a nearby quill and begins to write. Her name scrawled on the paper, and a small note: 'I'm Kitane, and there's many things about to happen tonight.' She taps a finger gingerly on the bar, pulling down her mask to take a quick drink and revealing a slight scar between her nostrils. She holds her breath as she drinks, for breathing out of her mouth could be quite dangerous. Her scales shimmer silver in the dim lighting, but she pulls the mask up quickly after setting the glass down. She writes another note on the paper. 'Thank you for the drink.' It reads. She gives a faint nod before starting to get up from the stool. Her white eyes seem to glow under the cloak, giving an eerie feel to her being.
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The guards advanced upon the young woman with swords drawn, glancing between each other and back to her, hooded and cloaked under a long overcoat of muted grey. Katka's eyes snapped from the robed wolf to his bodyguards as she breathed a resigned sigh from behind her scarf. "Fine... We do this the hard way." In two swift steps she met the first red-cloaked guard, as he started to try and circle her past a market stall of spices. She swung her falchion blade from a two-handed stance into her right hand and caught him deftly across the chest. The wolf crumpled with a yell of pain, blood spattering the cobbles as Katka jinked aside him and lunged for the second guard with a two-handed thrust.
His reactions were faster however and their swords met with a clash of steel on steel. With a roar he brought the pommel of his sword back round, sparks flying as it slid over Katka's blade, straight into her stomach with a blow that knocked the air from her lungs. Not content with simply throwing her off guard the wolf swung for a second blow, this time bringing a gauntleted fist straight into her muzzle with a sickening crunch. The young fey staggered as the guard tore her hood and scarf back, revealing her moonlight-scaled maw and two vibrant fey feathers that ran down to the nape of her neck alongside her plaited hair.
The taste of her own blood was sharp on her lips as Katka caught herself, planting two feet squarely down before she hit the ground. Approaching again with a twisted grin on his muzzle the guard's eyes glinted behind the visor of his helmet, swinging his sword lazily from side to side. With a sudden ferocity however the fey dragon-kin dropped and kicked, long feathered tail lashing out from under her cloak and catching the wolf across the legs. He fell with a roar, crashing down to the cobbles as Katka deftly swung her sword up over her head and brought the blade down into the guard's chest, pinning him to the street as blood stained the earth. Jaw clenched she looked up, golden Fey eyes meeting the gaze of the last robed wolf.
For a moment the aged wolf stared at her, then with a roar he uttered the last words she wanted to hear. "Dragon... DRAGON!" He started to run, dodging left through an archway into another street, all the while shouting "Guards! Sound the alarm!" With a swift glance over her shoulder Katka cursed and set chase, pulling her sword from the body of the fallen guard as she leaped to her feet. From somewhere behind her the sound of a bell started to ring, it's steady clanging tone ringing out across the merchant district as the sound of many hobnailed boots and guards shouting filled the cobbled streets.
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The tempered feline looked over his shoulder for a moment before closing the door to the tavern behind himself. Once he turned around, his pupiless had already caught the gaze of several drunken patrons. "Just my look," the cat thought to himself as he made way up to the bar, "Three seconds in and a bar fight is a brewin. Let's see... the record of peace is..... six minutes."
Quietly the lanky feline pulled a stool from the bar and moved to take a seat. As he was about to lower himself down the man next to him had kicked the chair out from under him causing the cat to fall to the ground with a loud yelp. "Starting... now," he noted to himself.
His hand scratched at his head after looking up to a sour looking boar. "Eh... that wasn't too nice, youngster,"The cat sighed, placing his hand on the chair to try and set it up straight. The chair was kicked again, this time propelling much further.
"I don't give a crap about your feelings boy," The boar roared, and in response the patron's laughed. Leo gave a light smile, and this time slowly placed his hand on the counter, and lifted himself off the ground with a displeased huff. "Oh, that's to bad because I feel that someone is trying to make a point. But... fine, I'll stay."
With that said, three other's had slowly slid out of their chairs and sauntered up to the lone feline, who was now leaning on the bar. The only recognition of the danger he was now facing was a small batter of a large ear.
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The bells could be heard throughout Arcadia, forcing merchants and store owners to close up shop and those on the streets to return home quickly. Among the guards, walking at a brisk pace, was a jackal in heavy armor but without a helmet. A long red cape flowed out behind him as he walks, his ears perked and listening to the sound of the bells. "A dragon, eh?" He murmurs, his long tail swishing lazily over the dirt. "We haven't had one of those since Prince Ka'eth surfaced years ago." A smirk crosses his muzzle. "Now they think they can come back and gain control? I think not." He says, drawing his sword. It was made of celestial steel and a certain type of copper, gears sitting inside of it and sharpened to a point. There were places open on the blade where the gears rested, they whirred steadily with a press of a single button on the hilt. The General made his way down the street, now sprinting to catch up with the rest of his men.
In the tavern, Kitane froze when she heard the bells, her pupils turning to slits as she looks to the door. She flicks her gaze to the window, watching the guards all run past. Then the one she hadn't expected to see: General Ferrar. She snarls under her breath, her ears flattening under the cloak. He was the replacement for General Neo, and he had turned Shadowlyn and her islands into something miserable. She also knew that he had betrayed everyone in all the islands by committing a certain act. A crime that could get him killed. She stands abruptly, knocking the stool over as she pulls back her hood, revealing long, luscious purple hair and eyes that were as white as the moon's light. Her horns remained illusory still, the forest green mask covered her muzzle and went down to the base of her neck to make a scarf. Her ears were still pinned back with a gaze that seemed as though it could rip through a single person in one stare. She walks to the door, gripping the hilts of her swords and looking straight ahead. This wasn't something she expected to encounter, but it was worth it to save one of her kind.
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Thamir was finally done with the house after a few minutes. He left from were he entered before closing the door. He made sure to keep everything clean on the inside so the owner of the home wouldn't freak out and become suspicious. He walked to the ledge of the balcony before deciding to drop down into the sand. Once he landed, he began to walk back to his home with a backpack full of jewelry. Of course, he knew the guards were becoming more and more abundant, likely due to there being reports of people having their house's robbed of various valuable things. All he would have to do is be careful and not get caught by any guards. Otherwise he would be put in jail for years, or killed for how many people he stole from while they were unaware of his presence in their homes.
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Helios heard the guards marching through the streets. Not too unusual for the city. But when he saw General Ferrar pass by his window he began to worry. "Dragon!" Someone yelled from outside. Sorin was worried now. Ferrar had a hatred of dragons that burned so deep that he and Sorin had crossed words and fists on several occasions. The woman, Kitane, made a move to her swords and the front door he knew trouble was coming. He followed close behind Kitane and quietly whispered in her ear. "I'm on your side. We've got to stay calm though we are vastly outnumbered." With that Sorin pressed his hand to his right arm and ran it up the length from his elbow to his fist a piece of steel that plated the area turning from a simple guard to a blade. What ever happened today, this was the last time Sorin would see Arcadia.
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Her ear flicks to Sorin's words, nodding slightly as she pulls the door open. She looks back at the cat, slamming he tail into the ground to knock his attackers off their feet. She motions for him to follow her, sensing that he was somehow linked to this whole situation. With a soft snort, she steps outside and pulls off the cloak. Beneath it, she wears a blue 'x' shaped shirt and a simple pair of cargo shorts. Strapped at the waist sat her dual blades, made of celestial steel and a certain type of captured fire. She pauses, glancing around with a slight flick of her ears. She certainly sensed another dragon, and Ferrar was known to be a professional dragon slayer. She growls, starting after the guards with her eyes glowing dangerously.
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Her breath was hard and ragged as Katka ran, boots pounding on the cobbled streets as she gave chase to the wolf. A brief glimpse of his flowing crimson robes as he darted through another archway, heading towards the Calibra square, she cursed at how fast the old man seemed able to run and barrelled through after him. The streets were deserted as she ran but all around the constant clang, clang, clang of the bells resounded off the walls from tall watchtowers that dotted the sloping roofs of the city. Turning the corner she finally caught sight of him again, still running towards the open square pooled in sunlight. Overhead a small airship soared low over the rooftops, daubed in the red and gold livery of the city guards it belched smoke as it roared past. With another curse Katka sprinted down the street after the wolf, dodging aside abandoned carts and crates of merchant wares. Every other breath soon became a curse to all the gods she knew at how the task could have gone so wildly wrong.
But even as she neared the grand northern archway, one of two gates that opened out onto Calibra square, there was a deafening crash to her left. One of the many doors onto the street burst open and two guards spilled out, clearly responding to the harsh bells as more of them jostled to exit after them. Without breaking stride Katka met the first of the young men with cold steel and an agonizing scream. Blood flecked the earthen wall behind him and the Fey drake plunged her blade into the second, even as he fumbled with his sword in its sheath. With a yell she kicked him from her falchion, bright red blood flowing up to its hilt as he stumbled back through the doorway into his comrades. From inside shouts of confusion and anger as Katka slammed the door shut with all her strength, overturning a nearby cart and jamming it against the furious slamming of gauntleted fists on the other side.
Breaking back into a run, with the smell of blood rank in her nostrils, she burst out into the square. Blinking in the bright sunlight that pooled around tall marble pillars and the wide cobbled space. As with the streets behind her it was empty, save for one. In the centre of the square a great statue proudly bore its sword to the sky, encased in the smooth white of marble forever. At the foot of the statue curving steps lead up to a large plinth, at the top of which the red-robed wolf stood waiting. The old man's chest rose and fell heavily as he stared down at Katka, behind him on the opposite side of the square the southern gates stood shut and locked fast. Despite this he smiled, a mad laugh escaping his muzzle as he panted for breath. "Ahah-haha.... You have me cornered now, assassin!"
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The cat now slowly turned his head about in time to see a fist flying through the air, which was then ducked and grabbed tightly. “Nope... no record breaking,” the cat thought to himself as he gave the arm a sharp pull with his own body weight to pull the man closer, and push him over the counter. The second assault was another fist which met absolutely nothing but the air. In fact, the man was to drunk to even come near the cat. Instead, he had spun himself completely around and fell to the ground.
The last man came forward, he was probably the most sober out of the four, and had actually managed to score a hit on the cat's jaw. Leo's body twisted with the motion, causing him to wince in pain before having to quickly slip between two of the males as they both tried to grab him and hold him down. He snatched up a chair, and swung it through the air, striking one in the back of the head and taking him into unconsciousness. The next drunk who came at him was met with a sharp jab with the legs of the chair. It was then swung over head and down to his knee cap, creating a sickening crunch to the air.
“If you are going to fight someone,” Leo grunted, now raising up the chair, uisng it as a shield for the next punch. Along with the hard sound of impacted wood, a sickening crunch tore into the air from the boar's fist. “do so sober.”
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The General comes upon the scene of the men trapped on this side of the wall and snarls loudly. Sprinting faster, he leaps up onto the wall and climbs, hold his sword in his teeth. With one final push, he leaps back onto the ground, spotting his prey and the guard she had been chasing. Ferrar stands to his full height, giving a faint flick of his sword (now in hand) as he walks up to them. "You think you can terrorize my homeland, Fey Drake? I won't allow it." He growls loudly, his eyes flickering from brown to blood red.
Kitane had followed the path the guards took, her ears perked forward. Now that no one was around, she dropped the illusion to reveal a pair of horns and a large set of wings at her back. She quickly takes flight and comes just above the rooftops, her eyes following the straggling line of guards. She glances up quickly, noting the rising sun as she soars overhead. She might only be able to see shadows in daylight, but she could still tell apart Ferrar's figure from everyone else's.
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Sorin cursed out loud in his natural tongue something along the lines of Nyx be damned woman. He let his wings unfurl from underneath his cloak and with in moments he was just behind Kitane. Standing next to her he looked and looked around for a sign of where the General could be. Realizing he could hardly see more then shadows Sorin relaxed his body, closed his eyes, and listened intently. "You think you can terrorize my homeland, Fey Drake? I won't allow it!" Sorin could hear him, but to no avail he was easily drowned out by the flood of voices the other guards produced. In one final attempt to help out this fellow dragon he leaned over and whispered in Kitane's ears. "I'll distract them you just get whoever Ferrar is after out of here!" With that Sorin hopped of the building and landed in front of a group of six or seven guards. He quickly let out a jet of fire from his maw to draw the other city guard members to him. He knew Ferrar wouldn't come he was in a blood lust for this new dragon, but he knew the flame would draw the rest to him.
One of the guards took the first swing bringing down a long sword from a vertical position. Sorin brought up his arm blade and blocked it effortlessly, as he swung out effortlessly with his right leg tripping his first attacker who went stumbling into another. The next one attempted to pierce Sorin's chest. Sorin pressed his hands together and deconstructed the blade as it came in contact with his hand. The guard stood there dumbfounded as Sorin knocked him with his free hand causing the man to go unconscious. "This game is boring let's play something more entertaining." With that Sorin pressed his hand to the ground and suddenly the ground below the now thirty or so guards began to shift violently. "Now if you still wanna play you'll have to catch me." Sorin took off down a dark alley his new 'friends' following.
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Step by step Katka slowly approached the broad sweeping plinth. She walked with a calm composure and sword hanging loosely at her side as the robed wolf watched her with a maniacal look in his eyes. "Foolish creature! You dare think you can kill me?"
The warm sunlight pooled around them, casting the fey's long shadow over the steps, a curious look in her golden eyes as she cocked her head to one side slightly. Her scarf fluttering in the slight summer breeze. "I killed your bodyguards... What makes you think you are any better than they?" Again she stepped slowly closer, thigh-high boots padding softly over the cobbles as her long feathered tail swished behind her, in time to those carefully slow steps.
"Ahaha! Those idiots?" With another desperate laugh the wolf clenched and unclenched his claws, bathed in the rising sun he took a final step back. "They were clearly paid more than their worth..." The dark red robes he wore brushed aside as he did so, slowly raising both hands. From underneath the robes sunlight glinted on a large medallion hung around his neck, a great teardrop of bright metal in the shape of a fiery comet, the symbol for the order of fire mages. The crazed glint in his eye grew as he threw out both hands as though to hurl a javellin, spittle flecking his maw he yelled "Now... FACE YOUR DEMISE, DRAGON SCUM!"
The very air in the courtyard seemed to become heavy as a bright light flashed into life atop the plinth. In that brief moment Katka threw the long grey overcoat she wore aside, letting her great wings unfurl, their vibrant hues catching the sunlight. From the wolf's clawed hands a great roiling jet of flame burst forth, roaring and raging the blazing inferno engulfed the steps and much of the market square besides, a great wall of heat slamming into her in an instant. Clawing flames plunged to either side of her, but could not seem to touch the Fey drake. Gritting her teeth with eyes clenched shut Katka pushed against the great force of the inferno, boots slowly sliding back across the stone, the air in her lungs had become dry and hot. Roaring flames hissed and leapt all around as the cobbles underfoot slowly turned white hot and flowed like molten steel.
With a hiss as sudden as it started the fire extinguished, leaving the square blackened and charred, cobble stones pinging and creaking as they slowly cooled. A perfect circle remained around Katka's feet as she looked up into the wolf's eyes, seeing the sudden surprise and fear there. In the pale sunlight her wings glimmered iridescent and the slightest smile twitched at the corner of her lips. "I am no true dragon, mortal fool..." And with a blinding white flash of mana she brought her wings together, a great clap like thunder throwing the wolf mage from his feet, hurling him like a doll across the plinth and with a bone-shattering crunch into the base of the statue.
Wearily Katka climbed the steps and walked to the mage's body, crumpled and bloodied, his fur singed from the flare. In an offhand manner she hooked the chain of the comet medallion with her blade and raised it into the palm of her hand, snapping it from around the wolf's neck as she turned to face the new voice. She stared down at the figure of the general as he leaped from the wall, medallion swinging from its chain in her one hand, bloodied sword in the other. For a moment she stood completely still and then cursed weakly under her breath "Oh frack..."
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Ferrar watched the interesting spectacle, his eyebrow raising. "Interesting, young Fey." He says loudly, his ears perked forward. "Let's see what you can do against a true Dragon Slayer." He growls, his sword at the ready. Before he can make a move, an ice shard lands next to one of his hindpaws, causing him to look up. With a snarl, he flings fire into the air after the silver scaled dragon. "KITANE." He yells, raising his sword to the sky.
She dodges the fireball and counters with another ice spell, circling around and landing finally. She sheathes her swords before pulling her mask down, her tail lashing from side to side. Opening her mouth, she releases a burst of air at Ferrar. Having moved out of the way last second, the blast leaves a huge scar in the ground, following as far as the shrine. She hisses, looking around for him.
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Pressing his hands to the ground Sorin forced the cities pipes to burst flooding the streets with steam as he used his claws to quickly climb to the top of a building and spot Kitane in the middle of a fight with Ferrar. Making his way over as quickly as he could. Catching a view of Ferrar he dived head first at him and barreled into him. hitting the ground rolling he ran to the side of the fey drake who'd been mistakenly called a dragon. "Don't you worry miss we're here to rescue you." With a roar Sorin unleashed a flame breath at Ferrar distracting him in an attempt to give Kitane a free attack or two!
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Ferrar counters the flame breath with an ice breath spell, freezing it upon contact. Another shout clips his right arm, tearing out a rather large chunk. He snarls and howls in pain, his attantion focused on Kitane now. Rushing at her, he uses his left hand to wield the sword, hitting the gears to start working. He swings the blade up, the audible sound of gears roaring to life and spinning faster with the wind current. A clang echoes through the area, Kitane's swords catching Ferrar's with a snap. The blades run the length of her arms, coming up to the center where her hand-holds are, and fanning out with floating pieces. Each piece is connected by a line of fire, the captured flame from her home island. This island no one dares to speak of, except the Sky Pirates and the Ferality diseased. She smirks and opens her mouth for another blast, but stops as the gates burst open. Before she has time to react, Ferrar pulls his blade free and slams it into her side, the gears cutting through the scales a bit. She roars, her shout released into the air before she shoves him back, opening her wings and taking flight once more. She sheathes her weapons, dropping a piece of paper with a note to Ferrar that reads this: 'I know what you have done, and I will make sure you are out of the government. I know what you truly are.'
She swoops low, picking up the Fey under her armpits, and taking high into the air, leaving a blood trail to fall and splatter the ground as she goes. Her gaze falls to the ground, spotting Sorin and nodding for him to come with her to the docks. Now it was time to leave. Shadowlyn was their only hope for a safe place.
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At Kitane's sudden aerial attack on the general the young Fey Drake started, feathered tail flicking in panic. With barely enough time to respond to the events she span to face the figure of Sorin, glinting steel tip of her sword singing through the air to within an inch of his neck as she growled. "Saving me? You're getting in the way is what you're doing... who says I needed saving?" Katka wavered however and almost stumbled from the plinth, struggling to focus on the dragon before her. Barely seeming able to stand she stepped back from Sorin and the duel with the general, the tips of her wings brushing the foot of the statue wearily, she threw out a hand behind her to steady herself.
With a sudden shout of panic the shadow of Kitane swooped over her as she was borne bodily into the air. For a moment she struggled in the dragonesses grip before falling limp as the city rooftops fell away below her.
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Flying ahead of Kitane and the fey drake in her arms and landed in the docks which was in a relative panic. Only one man could help them now. Only one ship would sail with out the dock masters permission. "Gentlemen of the Dock!" Sorin said unleashing a breath of flame and demanding all of the dock workers' attention. "Bring me the captain of the Sphinx's Companion and hurry. I will not be kept waiting!" With another breath of flame the dock workers set out to meet Sorin's demands.
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Shortly after, Kitane lands a bit roughly at the docks, grimacing slightly as she pulls up her mask. The wound at her side bleeds profusely, but she doesn't seem to care. She withdraws another piece of parchment, scribbling something down after setting the Fey on her feet. Her tail flicks slightly as she writes, wincing as a bolt of pain flares through her side. She soon finishes writing, handing the note to the girl, her eyes scanning back through Arcadia. It seemed as if this place were a ghost town, with only the dock workers and ship captains scattered about. She folds her wings tightly to her body, ears alert for any sign of danger.
Her note reads this: 'We are not going to harm you, but help you if you let us, young drake. I've seen very few of your kind, but only on another island that we cannot discuss at this time. All of our lives depend on getting Ferrar out of the General seat, and I will explain what he's done, something which we must reveal to the people and head of Shadowlyn. It is your choice on whether or not you will come with us, and I will not force you.'
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Katka stumbled as they landed, leaning heavily on one of the many nearby crates. Her wings hung limp and their normally iridescent sheen seemed lacklustre even in the bright morning sunlight of the docks. She watched Kitane writing on a scrap of parchment with a weary look in her warm golden fey eyes, glancing to the heavy wound in the dragoness' side, she made no comment and accepted the parchment in silence. For a moment she read the note before looking back up, her bright gaze meeting Kitane's without a word.
Then, with a sigh, she said wearily "You spoke more with your actions today than you could ever have done with words... Yes, I shall come with you." With a grunt she pushed herself from the crate, wiping the slick red blood from her blade before sheathing it over her back. She glanced across to Sorin and then back to Kitane, giving a slight nod at the cut in her side as she pulled the silken scarf back around her muzzle. "That wound needs tending to... I could help if you allow me, it is the least I can do for you."
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She looks at her wound, not having the chance to examine it since they'd fled. She looks to Katka and nods, flicking her ears slightly as she looks around the docks. The outline of Shadowlyn could be seen farther away as the sun began its ascent further into the sky. She sits on a closed, but empty crate, watching the dock workers prepare an airship, as well as look for the captain of said airship. A thought occurs to her, but she pushes it aside for now, instead wondering what they were all going to do next.
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Slowly the Fey drake dropped her canvas knapsack from where it hung clipped to the wide belt at her back, her sheathed sword clattering to the cobbles with it. She glanced up at Kitane before rummaging through various pockets in the bag, pulling out gauze and cotton bandages as well as a dark green glass bottle, stoppered with a cork and a seal of red wax.
After a moments hesitation Katka stepped up beside Kitane as she sat on the crate, inspecting the wound before taking the bottle and pulling out the stopper. She paused and looked into the dragoness' eyes. "This will hurt. But it will stop the wound becoming infected..." At that she soaked a cotton rag in the ointment and wiped the cut clean, a loud hissing and wisp of vapour from the exposed flesh. After a moment she applied the gauze and bandaged her torso with deft movements, tying it securely and tight enough to elicit a sharp pain before she finally wiped her hands clean. "There, that will have to do under the circumstances." Packing up her bag again the fey gave a swish of her tail, sighing as she tucked back her long feathered antennae beside her hair and pulled up her hood.
With only her golden eyes visible behind her moonlight-grey scarf the fey drake stood slightly aside from the two dragons, her own gaze travelling over the docks. Several times she glanced back to Kitane, but spoke no more, one clawed hand in the pocket of her trenchcoat idly running a thumb over the smooth metal of the pendant from the wolfen fire mage.
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As the workers of the dock quickly brought Sorin what he requested he smiled at the respect he was able to command. The captain he asked for, Captain Gurigan, was a golden fleeced lion fur who stood a clear foot over Sorin. His mane was dark night time black and he stood dressed head to toe in a dark blue captains uniform. The lion scowled as he laid eyes on Sorin and his two companions. "And what unholy reason have you called me down here for dragon!" He growled and snarled with each word.
Sorin knew he had no real hate for dragons, but was not one to be summoned lightly. Gurigan was second only to the Dock's Master and a fearsome fighter. "We seek a ship sir. We need to be to Shadowlyn now! Though we've not the money right now, but ferry us there and your secret stays safe." Gurigan scowled even more harshly if such an expression was possible. A few moments of silence and horror the Lion solemnly shook his head in a positive manner. Sorin let a sigh escape his lips.
"But be ready to leave with in the hour!" With that Gurigan left to prepare his ship.
Sorin turned to the young fey and Kitane. "Are you two ladies okay?" Sorin left the question open to both though he was more worried about the fey Kitane was supporting.
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A hiss escapes her teeth as the ointment touched the wound, but she remains still for Katka to treat it. A slight wince crosses her muzzle as the gauze is tied tightly. She nods to the fey in thanks, her tail swishing slightly. Her attention turns to Gurigan and Sorin, listening to the conversation. She had to wonder if the ship captain remembered her or not. It was probably the latter. Her ears flick slightly to Sorin's question and she nods, but knowing the question wasn't directed at her. She stands slowly, walking to the far edge of the dock where a rope ladder hung on the side of the Sphinx's Companion. Curling her talons into the warped wood, she unfolds her wings and takes flight, though rather painfully. Gripping her side gingerly, she flaps her wings a couple more times before landing on the ship's deck a little less harshly. It takes her a moment to stand properly, her wound throbbing a bit more than she thought. A misjudged landing often does that to a wound like this.
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Katka watched the conversation between Sorin and the lion captain with a curious air. Her tail flicked idly as, half-hidden behind the folds her her scarf, a grin teased the corner of her lips. She watched Sorin with that lustrous golden gaze, arms folded across her chest as she waited until the captain had turned back to his ship. "You seem to hold great sway over that man... I would not have thought him to offer us passage after that." Slowly she unfolded her arms, watching as Kitane walked to the far end of the jetty beside the great hull of the airship. She met Sorin's gaze with a level stare and then sighed, her shoulders falling slightly as she bowed her head and closed her eyes. "I am fine... It is the dragoness you travel with for whom you should be more worried. I am merely weary after that fight, such a deflection of powerful magic is draining, even for me... But I will recover quickly." With a smirk she pulled her scarf down a little to expose her muzzle and sharp moonlight teeth, glancing back up to Sorin before walking past him with an amused grin. One hand on her hip, feather-tipped tail swishing in time to her steps, she followed Kitane and glanced over her shoulder to him with that same grin. "Besides, I am no lady... That's simply 'Fey' to you..."
Walking down the length of the dock to where Kitane had jumped up aboard the ship Katka followed by more mundane means, slowly climbing the rope ladder, she clambered onto the deck with a grunt. She glanced across to the dragoness with a worried look behind her scarf and frowned slightly, glancing down the length of the airship deck with an appraising eye as the ships crew busied themselves with preparing for launch.
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Sorin watched the Fey walk away a little awe struck at her body which looked particularly shapely in the light of the open docks. Sorin stared until she threw her head back to address him and he turned his attention else where to avoid her line of sight. He followed Kitane and Katka to the ship looking over every detail of it taking in the sight. Sorin had always wanted a ship of his own. To sail the skies, and travel the world. He smiled knowing he might actually get to finally live that dream with the help of these two.
"Hoist the anchor men we are off!" Gurigan shouted to his men after the hour had passed quickly. The ship lurched forward taking all three of the dragons off balance. With in moments the ship was high above the clouds. As they sped towards Shadowlyn, Sorin held out his hands letting the clouds run through his fingers. "Don't get to comfy you three. Up here storms could come at any moment. So be on the watch."
Sorin nodded to the captain, then turned to the girls. "So Kitane why are we headed to Shadowlyn anyway?"
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She jots a quick note down on a piece of parchment after nodding to Gurigan and regaining her balance.
'If we get to Shadowlyn, we can find refuge there. Ferrar is probably underground, beneath Arcadia, getting his arm regenerated or some weird magic. I have several facts on him that could get him beheaded if they were revealed to the right people. It includes the previous General.'
Her ears flick slightly, a short, but vivid memory of General Neo and his daughter, Hikari. She shakes her head before looking at the clouds, leaning gently on the railing as she looks down. Below, she could see faint shadows, knowing what they were, but not acknowledging them until they absolutely became a threat.
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Katka watched Sorin down on the level of the docks with an amused air, leaning against the handrail of the airship, tail swishing lazily as she glanced across to Kitane. "That Dragon you travel with, he is a funny one... He has the greedy eyes of mortal youth and a strong fire in his heart to match." She eyed the dragoness carefully, her gaze slowly moving to the bandaged wound at her side, before returning to the view of the docks, washed in morning sunlight.
As the ship lurched into motion the fey drake fell heavily against the rail, grabbing hold as she steadied herself. Wearily she leaned against the carved wood and brass side of the deck, watching Sorin play with the first wisps of scudding white cloud. As the captain tramped past she couldn't help but smile slightly and met his gaze as he turned to them.
"It has been a long time since I was aboard a ship such as this... I flew myself all the way to the isle of Arcadius the first time actually." A faint smile twitched at the corner of her lips as she looked away, turning to the rail of the ship again and unfolding her wings. She glanced over her shoulder, the wind whipping at the tasselled end of her moonlight scarf, watching as Kitane scribbled down another message. "Of course, I was a much younger Fey back then. I am not in such good shape that I could make the flight again easily!" She chuckled slightly sheepishly under her breath, but then sighed. Her vibrant wings glinted bright hues of purple and red and gold, bathing as Katka did in the warm sunlight, her arms folded as she leaned heavily with her elbows against the deck handrail, watching clouds slide by below the ship.
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Sorin watched Katka enamored by her wings. Her beauty was undeniable. Her scales were a soft and vibrant turquoise. Her wings were massive, something Sorin had wished he had himself. Shaking himself back to reality Sorin watched the clouds from the back of the ship. Though he was excited to leave Arcadiu, he was also sad to leave his home, but who knew perhaps these two would be the friends he'd always wanted.
"Pay attention you three! We will be in Shadowlyn in an hour!"
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She gives a slight nod to Katka's words, flicking her ears as she looks out at the deck. Her attention turns back to the shadows beneath the clouds, one of them had gotten slightly more noticeable. How she hated the Sky-Pirates. Such a hate that could burn through centuries of wars and skirmishes. There was a part of Shadowlyn that had died, the trees and grass all blacker than the night. It was because a human Sky-Pirate had set foot on the sacred land. No one dared go near, but wouldn't let it get any farther. Instead, they called upon the archer and bounty hunter: Mizukei. She'd managed to snipe the being back off the island, without touching the corruption that it had made. No one was allowed near there. If any had managed to travel there, then they would surely become one of the Corrupt. She snarls softly and turns away from the railing, her tail swishing rather agitatedly. Her attention snaps up to when Gurigan spoke, then moved back to watch the clouds as they floated past.
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Katka looked up as Gurigan marched past again, nodding at his statment. Her eyes met Sorin's for a brief moment before she glanced away again, giving a flutter of her wings as she pulled them close to her back, then slowly turned from the railing with a flick of her feather-tipped tail.
The young fey gave a slight sigh as she walked over to a long wooden chest that stood bolted down to the deck, making use of it as a bench as she sat down heavily. She stretched wearily and leaned back against the railing as she looked up to Sorin. "So... How do two dragons such as yourselves come to be travelling together?" She pushed the tails of her jacket aside and shifted to try and get comfortable, glancing between both of them, watching as Kitane stared into the clouded distance. "And come to mention it... what even are your names?"
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Kitane's wings flare out from her back as she looks back below the railing, and without thinking she starts using sign language. 'I'm Kitane, and I met him at the tavern before the commotion started.' Her gaze watches the shadows swirling below, her ears perked slightly. Folding her wings again, her tail twitches as it brushes over the deck. 'I need to go speak with Gurigan.' She signs quickly, moving away from the railing and moving to the captain's quarters. She steps gingerly across the deck, but quickly, her wound throbbing slightly.
Below the clouds and beneath the ship, a snarl erupts, one of a feral beast. A one-eyed Ferality-stricken captain commands his crew to go higher, above these clouds. One of his crew had spotted an airship, and he recognized it as his brother's ship. "So Gurigan still lives, eh?" The rather large lion grinned. It was a cynical grin, yet one that of a soul out for blood. His ship ascends slowly, but it would reach Gurigan's before they made it to their destination.
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"I am Sorin Gold-Scale." Sorin said with a low sweeping bow. Again he couldn't help, but stare at Katka. He would have stared for sometime longer if it hadn't been for a loud roar. Looking around Sorin saw Gurigan's face turn sour and his ears pin back. Sighing he followed Gurigan line of sight until he saw another ship and frowned. That ship would catch them long before they got to Shadowlyn. "Guess today will stay exciting."
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Katka stared as Kitane signed with a series of rapid and deft movements of her clawed hands, the fey drake watching with a look of hard-fought concentration as she leaned forward slightly where she sat. Suddenly Kitane walked away towards the rear of the ship, leaving Katka with a slightly bemused look, watching the dragonesses tail swish over the planking of the deck as she walked away.
She turned to Sorin and raised an eyebrow, a grin teasing the corner of her lips as he bowed almost low enough for his horns to scrape the deck. "A pleasure to meet you Sorin, I'm sure..." With a languid flick of her bright feather-tipped tail she pushed herself to her feet, watching Sorin with one hand on her thick hips, the other adjusting her scarf wich covered much of her muzzle as it hung around her neck. With that same bemused look she pulled her scarf down far enough to uncover her muzzle. "I'm sorry, but I didn't really catch everything your friend said... She said her name is Kitane? Unfortunately I'm not an expert in..." She mimed with her hands the sign language Kitane used, ending a little lamely as she followed Sorin's gaze towards the shadowy silhouette of a pursuing airship.
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"Yes, Kitane she's interesting to say the least, though we've only just met." Pointing to the large boat headed towards them Sorin smiled. "Something tells me that's going to cause trouble. Hope you've come prepared." Sorin could feel his body shake in anticipation, he was ready for a fight.
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Turning, her ears flatten as the rival ship begins to come closer, a soft growl emitting from her throat. She slams her tail against the deck, cracking the boards as she draws her swords. Her wound throbs at the quick motion, but she ignores it and moves back to the railing, ready to fight.
Gurigan's ship was coming clearer into view, the captian of the Crimson Archer grinning as he stands on the railing of the ship. His one eye gleams with bloodlust as he holds his sword at the ready. "Be prepared men, there seem to be new recruits on this ship." He grinned, following the glinting of swords and frantic movement. It wouldn't take too much longer before they could get to a safe distance to board.
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Katka stood beside Sorin, watching the airship approach as it burst through the cloud layer to meet them. Slowly she pushed her scarf back up to cover her muzzle and glanced across to Sorin with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, I was under the impression you two were companions..." She trailed off into silence as the ship grew nearer, wind whipping over the deck as Gurigan pushed his airship to the limit, yet despite this the gap slowly closed between the two ships slowly minute by minute. Katka gave a wearied sigh and reached over her back, drawing her falchion blade with a rasp of steel, her tail swishing with a slight limp weariness to it as well. She took in a deep breath and gave the sword a deft swing with her wrist before glancing to Sorin again with a grin. "I'm always prepared..."
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The captain of the Crimson Archer grins, a sarcastic laugh bursting from him. "Set the planks and attack!" He says, thrusting his sword forward. "Kill them all!" He grins, standing on the edge of his ship.
Kitane's ears flick and she moves her arm upward, sending a volley of projectiles off one of her blades. The movement causes pain to flare in her side, but she barely pays it any mind. A few of the projectiles hit their mark, hitting two of the enemy pirates before coming back to her blade. It was better for her to stay at a distance, rather than get up close and fight due to her injury.
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Sorin ran using his wings to jump the span between the ships as he pressed his hands together, turning both the metal plates on his arms into blades. He blocked both of the blades that were thrust at him as he landed on the deck. Quickly he forced the blades away and opened his mighty maw spewing forth a breath of blue lightning. The lightning hit the deck and tore a hole in it. "Is this all you've got!"
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Katka watched as Sorin leaped across to the other ship, glancing back to Kitane worriedly. All around men scrambled to defend the airship from the Crimson archer boarding party, grappling hooks hitting the side of the ship with heavy thuds as the two airships came together and boarding planks smacked down. "Sorin! Don't get yourself into more than you can handle!" With a growl she cut down the first of the pirates as he charged across the boarding plank, sending him screaming off the edge as blood spattered the decking of the ship. With a yell she leapt onto the boarding plank where she kicked down a second before plunging her blade into the stomach of the third pirate behind him, kicking him off her sword as she sought to keep an eye on Sorin amid the confusion and shouts of dying men.