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Post by Moondust on Oct 15, 2010 11:31:33 GMT -5
"Who? Who are these dragons? I regognise the place, it smells the same, but I don't know what this place is." Shikahn said, a little angrily. "I don't know them, they have nothing to do with me." Shikahn repeated. Then Shikahn started walking away. The place upset her. All she wanted to do was to leave the place.
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Post by Galanor Rosewind on Oct 15, 2010 13:03:12 GMT -5
"Come on," Reyx said, noticing her discomfort. "Let's get back to the Dragon Hall. The Sage Council is there for the feast. And you can speak with them again if you want." He looked at the moons in the sky, both of them full, the dusty ring in the sky glowing like faintly blue silk.
"Besides," he commented. "I know you must be hungry."
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Post by Moondust on Oct 20, 2010 10:33:46 GMT -5
Shikahn padded back to the great hall. She felt so miserable that she paid no care to the dragon-made building. After all, she wasn't in the mood for remembering heratiges.
All creatures great and small sat in this very large hall. Shikahn quickly glanced round the room, taking in quick snippets of all the creatures dining at this rather large wooden table.
Shikahn looked at a lovingly spit-fire roasted peice of meat. She had not eaten meat for a while.
Eying the meat like a preaditor on prey, with one snake-like strike, she snapped the peice of meat, and drew it away from the table, into a corner of the great hall. Some creatures had turned their heads her way, and were shooting her strange looks.
She chewed on this large peice of meat unhappily, after what had happened in the forest. She was also thinking of the best ways that Reyx would kill Nightwing. But then Shikahn wondered about this greater force...
Something greater than Nightwing?
She was dreading the day she would come to see it, if she lived to see the day Nightwing was slaughtered on.
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Post by Galanor Rosewind on Oct 20, 2010 11:28:36 GMT -5
Reyx followed her back to the Hall, watching her carefully. He knew that she was upset. And it really didn't surprise him when she dragged off her "prey;" it was Shikahn. Syrah would have been different.... maybe. He sat at the table next to Leopold, which was luckily relatively close to the area where Shikahn now lay, chewing her meat.
Reyx piled a large platter full of herbed Derinthian deer, steamed vegetables, fruits, and various dishes, all of which looked delicious. The first thing he tasted of course was that luscious golden-brown leg of deer. He ate it hungrily, strong jaws snapping the bone. He felt as though, well, he hadn't eaten in a century. But he glanced occasionally at Shikahn. He knew that she needed to be alone right now. But he was there if she needed him, and he made sure that he knew that.
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Post by Forlin-Langor-Chulain on Nov 1, 2010 14:38:40 GMT -5
Leopold, however, sporting a great appetite and most certainly being welcome to it all, had taken a bit of just about anything. No carrots, however; he did not like carrots. And of course, he was polite, and gentle...not truly befitting of a dragon that looked like himself, though it was the kind, gentle Leopold that he had always been. He, however, kept thinking to Degra, hoping that the Sleii would be alright without him. He wished that his caretaker could be here, but Degra would no doubt be scared and worried for the young dragon...yet, proud. No doubt proud.
He swallowed some vegetable. “Never neglect your vegetables,” the Sleii had told him. “They will make you grow to be strong, as will your meat.” He tore off a piece of meat, chewed it with his mouth closed, and swallowed. He noticed that Shikahn had come back, but she didn’t seem to be in a very good mood; come to think of it, he really hadn’t seen her in a good mood since he’d met her. He hoped she wasn’t like this all of the time. Sadness, depression, anger...these negative emotions were unhealthy.
“Will she be alright?” he asked Reyx, pausing in his eating for a moment to speak with the bronze beast.
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Post by Moondust on Nov 8, 2010 17:15:08 GMT -5
As Shikahn's thoughts wandered over Leopold and Reyx, she was hit by how lucky she was to have them. They were her fammily now. She heard Leopold ask about her. He was a kind and sensitive dragon, for sure, and he was a brother to her really.
Shikahn lay her head down, after a few mouthfuls of her meat. She felt terrible for burdening the two dragons. Shikahn pondered over what Nightwing's twisted shadow creature had said. She wondered why Nightwing hadn't just turned them all there and then.
As the dawning light of the sun spread through the great hall, as all the creatures within it had lost track of time, Shikahn's fur gently lightened from ash black, through the shades back to white. She had never seen if before. And this left her even more confused. It seemed that both Syrah and Shikahn had awoken in the one creature.
Syrah and Shikahn gave one last sigh.
A new event would have to come, before the dragon was to find her new name, and her new identity. And what the joining of two had done.
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