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by korr.a on Thu Jun 14, 2012 8:06 pm
It was too late. The dragon could not have drawn back in time to prevent what then happened due to his haste. The knight had taken up her sword and made to guard her person with it. Under the pressure of a great scaled foot, the metal strip had snapped in to. One section had miraculously thrust into the pad of the dragon's foot and the tough scales held the broken bit secure while the other part, as his serpentine nose detected, had similarly gotten past the human's armor. Dusk, without first regarding the situation, pressed down upon the little form, which proved not to be a wise move. In doing this, the section of metal through his foot moved and tore at the skin beneath his bronze plates. At once, he struggled. His tail came up and back down again, slamming the ground with such force that the other human fell. The dragon's wings pushed open, swinging without pace and thus sending erratic gusts here and there. No doubt, it pained him to keep his foot in place, pinning down the knight but the fact that he caused her pain too provided that he stubbornly kept the position. The bits of trashing stopped but his breath was labored, light of a red hue appearing behind his bared teeth as fire brimmed for a moment.
Come now, love? The dull creature expected a dragon to care for such things? It was not a common expression for his kind, for they rarely experienced anything like it. And if it was rare for him, all the more reason to take it away from these people. The large, blue eyes glazing at her took in the little crystalline beads sliding down the girl's face. Dusk snorted, steam rolling from his mouth when he did. Such an offensive, salty smell these humans gave when they cried. Then, as expected, he heard her plead for the boy and offer herself. Why did the little creatures always reason like this?
"Both thieves." The dragon's voice pooled in the minds of the humans. "Your life is of no better rank than that of the boy."
"But mine," Merek's voice shook and fear seized him from inside, struggling to close his throat when the dragon's head turned and the beast's terrible, glimmering gaze was fully on him. He swallowed, the numbness of fear seeping into his thoughts and out to his body with the reality of it. There was nothing more either he or Kaitlynn could do. But he knew she loved him and that was enough for him to continue, to try. "My life bears a title. The prince of Rishing, heir to the realm." His sword began to tip toward the ground, showing he would surrender. "If this title has any meaning, if only for you to have the pride of taking it away, then kill me and spare her. And have back what was taken."
For a long, horrid moment of silence, the dragon's gaze remained. Merek could do nothing but continue to hold it as if the snake had charmed its master. The beast was intelligent, and he knew it must be thinking. But about what? He was desperate to know. Then, he watched the dragon's head turn slightly as if regarding him with some kind of terrible fascination. It was this same gaze that he turned to the girl underfoot.
"I did not see it before, this thread." The great creature's voice, unlike ever before, was not cruel or malicious but rather still. "More magic is here than that of a witch. The kind of magic I might use."
In one movement, Dusk's foot left Kaitlynn and the dragon stepped away, taking the time to turn his head and grip the metal in his foot before tearing it out and then tossing it away. A low growl rumbled from him in the aftermath, but the painful irritant was gone and now it would heal. How these humans came about such magic, he did not know. But, he had never seen the likes of it. It was a thing between the two so raw and untapped, spilling from the connection between the people. Best of all, it was unsealed and there for the taking. All that must be done was getting each to give some away.
He looked to the boy saying, "Give your curse up to me." And looking to the girl he said, "And from you, your revenge."
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korr.a on Sat Jun 16, 2012 9:18 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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