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Scenes, senses and psychology; a training RP.

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Ultear finally surfaced from the cool, blue water. The biting chill of the wind tempted her to dive back in, but she couldn't. She was holding herself in a purple sphere, meditating and forcing herself to grow mentally or else she'd risk drowning underwater. It wasn't going as planned; every time she was close to losing concentration, she would break the sphere and swim to the surface to breathe. She was mentally and physically weak, the latter didn't matter thanks to her gift, but the former was critical. It was Ultear's key to becoming stronger; her chance of survival.

Ultear breathed in, smelling the weak aroma of nearby flowers in the night. She looked around, seeing only trees and bushes, and figured it was safe to get out of the water. Ultear practiced naked, a trick to heighten her senses to the area surrounding her, but it was a pain to try and not be spotted. Ultear raised her long, black hair with both of her hands and wrapped it around her breasts. It was a poor attempt for decency, but it was an attempt anyway. The swarthy woman slowly inched towards the green grass, struggling to lift her weight from the water. Mentally and physically exhausted, Ultear lowered her chocolate eyes while dragging her feet to her clothes.

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The search for ingredients often lead him far away from the solitary tower that he called his home, not that the silently wandering, purple-clad mage could bring himself to care. The forest was the most glorious spectacle of moon-bathed blacks and slivers, the colours of the day bleached into a glorious monochrome that just hinted the bright secrets hiding under the cloak of shadows. Mero smiled at his own idyllic thinking, and blamed his mind’s flowing, surreal eloquence on the moon; spilling quicksilver light down upon him from her full seat in the Heavens... For a long, forbidden moment, he found himself standing in a long shaft of pure light; arms stretched wide, voluminous sleeves rippling softly in the breeze, his eyes turned upwards as he let himself get lost in the mystery of the moon.

It could have been moments later that he shook himself free of her spell, but it felt like he had been swimming in her depths for hours, his own internal magic singing her praises in a voice that was difficult to ignore. It took longer still to shake his spell from his shoulders and step back into the shadows, letting the canopy close back over his head. It smelled strongly of summer time; an earthy, natural scent that Mero found comforting that rose each time the rough foot of his staff struck the leaf litter. It was dry outside the reaches of the forest, but here the trees managed to safeguard water, securing the earth enough so that pools and streams remained.

He was searching for flowers that bloomed in moonlight, a task that he greatly enjoyed, and the little pack that he carried across his shoulders was a welcome weight; he had found several bright stones so far that would be perfect for casting at a later date, but as of yet no moonflowers. If it hadn’t have been for the time constraints (the moon would only be full for one night, and he couldn’t wait for the next moon), Mero would have chosen to remain in the embrace of the trees and moonlight, but his desire for ingredients was pressing, and as such he plunged deeper into the wood.

The flowers grew more frequently beside water, and as such Mero took his staff in hand, the moonstone at its tip glowing faintly in the favourable conditions. A whispered spell had a cool, almost liquid sensation washing along his arm; he swept his tool in a slow arc, feeling the pull of water from behind his closed eyelids. It was always easier for a mage of the moon to find water, and Mero was well practiced in that particular art, having chosen somewhere hot and dry to spend the majority of his time. It was, perhaps, not the most well suited of homes, but the lack of open bodies of water was made up for, in his mind, by the uninterrupted views, the vast open spaces, and the heat that his constant companion craved.

As if awakened by his thoughts (or, perhaps, his slow sweeping gestures and subsequent padding through the forest towards water), the cool, scaly presence at his breast shifted. Wrapped around his body, under his robes so that she could benefit from his uninterrupted body heat, Ptera yawned, tensing her sinuous form for a moment before she slowly worked her way into a better position. It took a moment, but she settled again, her pointed head resting under his arm, her wings half spread at his sides in a manner that made Mero chuckle and squirm. Normally, Mero would have been against allowing her inside his clothing, but the night was cold and he couldn’t bear the thought of her chilling in the crisp darkness; they really were a long way from home.

He was somewhat distracted by his thoughts, so that when he came upon the water he remained for a moment, oblivious to the fact that there was another close at hand. The light on the water was enchanting, a magic all of its own, and he stood captivated by the glisten of silver reflections at the crest of each spiralling ripple.

That was, of course, until a figure shifted close at hand and Mero found himself practically face to face with a woman in an advanced state of undress.

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Ultear froze when she saw someone walk out of the bushes. Moments before, her hair had fallen from her chest and she was too lazy to fix it back, a regret that made Ultear bite her lip. The man didn't notice her yet, his eyes were fixated on the lake while Ultear was fixated on him. He had a staff in his hands and his clothing was peculiar, something about that shone bright red lights in her head, but Ultear couldn't grasp it yet.

The man then realized Ultear was close to him and with sharp canines, Ultear began to gnaw nervously at her bottom lip. She could have gotten dressed, ran, something! But she was watching this dangerous man as if she was in a trance, even when he noticed her exposed body, Ultear stared. She slowly started to move, keeping him in her sights all the while. Moving as fast as she could, she got dressed in front of him, thinking, trying to decode why those sleeves were so familiar. After a minute, her tight black dress was on, finishing her outfit.

Ultear's brown eyes was still in the process of closing, the man in front of her was getting shorter while the forest, darker. Before she could slip off into unconsciousness, she snapped awake. The long sleeves, the obvious staff!

"A- a- a MAGE!" Ultear screamed, her drowsiness dissipated and her eyes were wide open. With a clumsy movement of her arms, Ultear formed a dark purple sphere that was swirling between her hands. She slammed it on the floor, propelling her body in the air. With the much needed boost, Ultear was now flying in the air, surrounded in a coat of her purple aura.

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When faced with a very, very naked female, Mero’s mind effectively stalled. It was not that he hadn’t seen a naked woman before (he had, in books), but the fact that there was one so blatantly displayed in a place where he had assumed he would be alone. For a long moment, he just stared, mindless of manners and the proper behaviour in such a situation. Honestly, was there some social protocol set aside to manage such a situation? What did one do[ when met with an illogically naked woman in a deserted forest at night? The only thing that Mero could coherently think of was backing away slowly, hoping fervently that he hadn’t been seen.

Unfortunately, it became immediately apparent that such tactics were off limits, as the woman looked up and saw him. Mero would later be ashamed to say that he had no memory of her face, eye-colour, or any other distinguishing feature other than her breasts, which, quite frankly, horrified him to no end, but for a moment he found himself more concerned by her reaction. Fear on her face, mouth opened wide, chest moving sharply; a scream. He frightened her; not embarrassment, but fear written all across her features as she exploded with some form of magic and shot off into the air.

The sound seemed to alarm Ptera, who tensed, surging out of Mero’s collar in a rush of dark scales and unfurling wings to rocket into the sky after the woman. Mero, shocked beyond belief and already panicking over the loss of Ptera, hesitated for a long moment. He clearly scared this woman, and she was powerful; a conflict was not something that he wanted to provoke, but when faced with the sudden lack of Ptera...

With the guidance of the moonlight falling upon his quarry and the faint traces of her magic linger on the edges of his perception; Mero broke into a sprint, following the fleeing woman and his missing dragon.

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Flying high in the air, Ultear began to wonder, why was a mage there? She was in that area for days and did not find a village or even a hut surrounding the lake, and then he appeared from nowhere! Ultear began to sweat even with the frigid air slapping at her face. Would he try to kill her? Would he even come after her?

The sound of wings flapping behind her seemed to answer her questions. Almost too afraid to do so, Ultear looked behind her. She saw a small dragon that was almost at her feet. Knowing that dragons didn't just follow any random being, Ultear suspected that it was sent to hunt her. What did she even do to that mage? Show her naked body? Was it not a free area? There was no lord to govern those lands.

Ultear closed her eyes as they glowed a lavender hue and after a few seconds of charging she maneuvered her head behind her and shot the beams from her eyes at the dragon. Ultear was hoping to buy time by firing at the dragon, not to actually injure it; in fact, the beam was very light and aimed poorly. Though the eye beam was weak, it threw Ultear off and almost her broke out of flight. With a mental note to never do that again until experienced, Ultear faced forward and concentrated on going faster. Ultear looked down and saw the lush forest far below her. A small tear escaped from her left eye, what if she fell? She would surely die. Of course, if the dragon behind Ultear didn't kill her before the impact.
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Small, possessive, and shooting like a scaly arrow towards he quarry; not thinking of hurting, or fighting, of capture; it was all for the chase. Her Mero had been alarmed, heart beat-beating against her delicate skin, and then the sound! So loud! She had looked with night-time eyes, seeing in the dark, and found the creature making the noise. Female. Strange. Suddenly moving! Ptera had been powerless to push aside her instincts; she had given chase at top speed.

She had not expected her quarry to be vicious, however; this was just a game to Ptera, perusing an unwanted visitor that had strayed too close to her Mero? Possibly. Her teeth were retracted all the same, flight aiming to catch up to, rather than to attack. The bolt of power hit her chest, lava! Soulfire burning through scales and lightning! Stormfire!

Ptera fell from the sky like a shooting star; burning.

On the ground, Mero was aware of magic happening up above; he could feel the backwash of power on his skin, the acid tang of offense... he blanched, realising that there were no bolts flying towards the ground, none towards him... Ptera!

The forest, the beauty, the midnight flowers; all was forgotten as he threw himself into a mad dash, branches ripping at his skin, tearing his clothing and knocking his hat away to be left forgotten on the leafy ground. He didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t hear Ptera’s anguished shriek as she plummeted towards the canopy, he had to know!

He stopped, skidding through the slippery leaf litter and almost losing his footing, but he corrected his position in mere moments. He could still feel her above him; he wasn’t too late. With his staff thrust erect, the tip glowing, he wove together thought and moonlight, projecting an image of himself before her flight path, the illusion moon-eyed and terrible to behold in seconds, for his conjured self saw no beating dragon wings in the sky.

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Ultear felt a strong burning in her brown eyes, her beam was overcharged by a few seconds. Though the beam wasn't the dangerous hue of aubergine, it was concentrated, thick, and rough when it came out from her eyes. Ultear realized why she felt such a recoil and then wondered about the dragon. Ultear wanted to know if the dragon was okay, if she hurt it, or even missed. Well, Ultear was almost sure she didn't miss, she couldn't hear the dragons wings behind her.

Ultear shook her head no, telling herself over and over again that the dragon couldn't be hurt. It was an eye beam for crying out loud! Ultear stopped flying and was levitating in the air, her body slowly bouncing up and down. It was an overcharged eye beam and the dragon was small. And adorable. Ultear's conscience was in turmoil, wondering if she should risk her life to try and help a miniature dragon. A miniature dragon that was doe-eyed and hurt because of her.

A shriek of pain ended the mental war, that sound came from the dragon! Ultear looked behind her and saw a trail of lavender leading to the dragon's chest, who was rapidly falling. She hurt the dragon! The dragon whose life was in danger! Ultear could hear the dragon's cry repeating in her head, torturing her, making her want to throw up. Why did the dragon have to be so cute?

"Dragon!" Ultear cried, partially because of the burn in her eyes and the other cause was Ultear simply being a sucker for animals. Ultear felt something unlock in her, and at the same time her hands glowed violet, surrounded in the all too familiar aura. Ultear raised her hands to the dragon who was immediately coated in a twin aura, stopping it's fall. Ultear didn't dare question where this new ability came from but instead focused on flying to the dragon so she could lower it safely to the ground.

After several minutes of experimenting and clumsy hand gestures, Ultear got the dragon to land safely on the ground. During that time Ultear's eyes had dried up and reddened and her hair was frizzy from the cold air pressure and water. Not possessing the psychic abilities to heal a being, Ultear panicked, looking around for herbs or berries, anything!

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It became apparent when the woman caught the falling dragon that Ptera was still awake, and despite her chest being a smouldering mess of displaced scales dripping with a greenish blood; aware. Her black and silver eyes were opened as wide as they would go, a crazed terror mixing with pain in their depths to form a rabid kind of fury; there was no fire in her when so gravely damaged, but her teeth were still perfectly functional, as were her back claws.

Feebly, Ptera growled, dragging herself with a pathetic level of pained, frenzied movement into a tight curl. Her sinuous limbs wrapped around her slender body, back legs tucked up and front legs attempting to shield her damaged chest. Her tail, almost as long as her body and equipped with four fins (a small set close to her rump and a larger pair at the tip), was brought around to shield her. She hissed, sharp teeth flashing, and expanded the ruff of scaly skin around her neck into a vividly patterned hood.

On the ground, some distance away now, Mero growled incoherently in frustration; a sound that never met his ears, wordless and raw in his strange, secret voice. She had dropped out of the sky before he had been able to see her with his illusion, but the glimpse he had managed in combination with the echo of her magic had told him one vital thing: she had harmed Ptera. Mero’s eyes were a hard, unusual brick orange set in a dark face, and with his hat gone his hair was revealed to be of the same hue.

Atypical of a moon mage and more suited to fire in appearance, currently torn, bloody and furious, Mero broke into a sprint, heading towards Ptera and her assailant.

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Hearing the grass crumple lightly under weight, Ultear paused while bending down for berries. Ultear was a chicken at least half the time. Between a bleeding dragon and the high chance of it's owner coming into the clearing, this could be her last chance to escape the mage.

Ultear loathed mages with every aching bone in her body. What Ultear suffered through to develop and use her psychic abilities, mages could perform without difficulty or pain. Not only that, their powers could vary and even overturn hers in a clash. Ultear, coming from a long line of powerful psychics, was usually at the top of the food chain for humanoids, except of course, for mages.

This knock down in status wouldn't really bother her, but Ultear had a bounty for killing Lord Dominick's son. Lord Dominick controlled a small but fertile land which provided good harvest and trade. Unfortunately, money does not endorse morality, which is a shame because Dominick would still have his son and Ultear would still have her brother if it did. And since she now has a hefty bounty of 100 sovereigns, the feared mages now had the motive to target her. Their power made her cower in fear, many times in the heat of battle. With all of that power what could they possibly do with that money? Buy a giant castle and wave their pompous staves like they were all high and mighty?

Just thinking of mages and the bounty that doomed her to live a careful life made Ultear shake with anger. The red berries in her left hand exploded from the deluge of power that percolated through Ultear's skin. The blue juices colored her palm and started to drip from the corners. An act of temporary weakness, Ultear subconsciously lost control of her power.

Ultear finally turned around, her bottom lip was being bitten to numbness and her brown eyes now the deleterious aubergine. Oh how this self important, greedy and disgusting mage was going to get it today. She saw him sprinting to the clearing, his orange eyes showed a familiar emotion, anger. Was he angry that his dragon was injured? What could he have expected when he released it to kill Ultear? Ultear stormed towards the mage, now ready to engage in battle. Though this was not an intelligent choice, Ultear was raging, struggling to contain the power that demanded release.

Ultear opened her mouth to speak, giving her tender bottom lip a period of rest, and a thick aubergine smoke escaped, clouding and rising into the sky. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think because you're some mage that you can attack an innocent lady? Send your little dragon out to get me? Do you think I'm weak? Huh? You think I won't fight you?" Her face was blurred by the clouds coming from her mouth, so the mage would have a low chance of seeing a small tear come from Ultear's eye. She was literally fuming but also afraid. Anger made her approach the mage and not run away, anger made her yell at him, potentially triggering him to attack. Anger did not give her the energy needed, it only made her waste the precious amounts she had left. But, Ultear already endangered herself, might as well plant her feet on the ground and look as dangerous as possible.

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Incandescent with fury, Mero burst into the clearing that held his most precious pet and her attacker, flowing robes swooping around him in a purple wave, hair flying loose from its braid to hang around his face in angry red tangles, staff aloft and glowing with an echo of his anger. His eyes fell first upon Ptera, who was in quite the sorry state, her wide eyes seeming to plead with him from across the clearing. Had this creature been toying with Ptera? Had she harmed her in some way that Mero could not yet see?

His simmering orange gaze shifted towards the creature as she moved, lips rising up into a snarl of a grin as he raised his staff a little higher, casting her into the light of its glow. It allowed him to see her properly, and doubled as a clear threat: if she tried anything she would soon regret it. He judged her to be some sort of elemental, given her appearance and powers, though not a type that he was familiar with; he would have to take care if this came to combat, but he was confident that, under the light of the full moon, he could succeed in beating this feral thing down to size should it come to that.

Mero held his ground as she came closer, getting very much into his space; he refrained from beating her back with his staff (magically or otherwise), for at least a moment, seeing what she would do when unchallenged. She was clearly making some form of aggressive display given her posture, but Mero refused to rise; let this be done without blows of any kind, he hoped. He could win, he could likely kill or incapacitate her, but it seemed both distasteful and a waste of life (or, at least that’s what he tried to tell himself).

Her mouth opened and smoke poured forth, rendering Mero confused and immediately at a disadvantage; he could see her anger, and assumed that she was shouting angry words at him, but at the same time he could not be sure. It alarmed him, to think that he had gone from a position of power to one of uncertainty, but he refused to let such things show upon his face. It was better to bluff than to reveal his sadly lacking hand.

“You have harmed my dragon,” he said, after giving her a moment to stop speaking (he hoped). His voice, thick and strange, was nonetheless commanding in his anger; the emotion there was clear, but raw, his voice unrefined even by the most loose of standards. “Now step aside so that I might reclaim her, creature.” His words were bigger than his courage, but he fought not to let that show.

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"Creature?! Well!" Ultear yelled, her cheeks reddening and puffing out to show her stress. Furious yet tired, Ultear swallowed the pride and stress she had left, and stepped aside. With the adrenaline and fear rapidly consuming her small storage of energy, Ultear found it harder to stand.

I'll just sit for a little while. Just to restore my energy. Ultear thought to herself, her head slightly thumping. She eased herself to a trunk of a tree and leaned against it, keeping her eyes on the mage. Not yet weak enough to succumb to sleep, Ultear focused on her enemy, not making an effort to hide her stares as she slowly looked him up and down. She started with his red hair, and chuckled at the tangled mess. And without a second to waste, Ultear self-consciously checked her own hair to make sure it looked better than the mage. A few finger combs, and it was tamed again for the most part.

How did he run so fast in those robes? Ultear thought, now focusing on the purple robes her attacker wore. For reasons unknown to her, Ultear had known mages to wear robes that were long and hung loosely to the skin. Ultear was a little tired to make sure if his robes fit that description, but it seemed so. Following suit of her hair check up, Ultear looked down at her skimpy black dress. The dress was good for one thing only, seducing men and women alike. Ultear knew she had a nice figure, though it never concerned her since she was betrothed and was supposed to marry at the age of 18, she ran away 2 years ago, days before her marriage. Now she had to fend for herself and wasn't above using her body to get what she wanted, or to get away. To make sure she didn't look too inviting to the rude mage, she pulled her dress down a little, to try and get it past her upper thigh.

Giving up after one lazy tug, Ultear rested her hands on her lap and crossed her ankles, feeling her body relax.

"You know..." Ultear paused her whispered sentence to yawn loudly, lazily covering her mouth with one hand. "I lasted on my own much longer than my family thought I would." And with that note to herself, Ultear rested, accepting the things that could happen to her while she was defenseless.

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It was with a spike of abject confusion that Mero saw the creature’s stance and attitude suddenly shift. Certain that he hadn’t read her intentions incorrectly, he was left utterly befuddled by her swift change from offensive to reclined and relaxed. It wasn’t right, suggesting that this creature was doing one of three things: bluffing, displaying incredible power, or afflicted by some madness or other.

None of these things were good, Mero decided as he cast a wary glance at Ptera, who was still huddled on the ground with her ruff fully expanded in an overt threat display. She was hurt, he realised with a swooping rush of alarm; she hadn’t moved at all since this particular phase of the confrontation had begun, and her body language was one of wounded, cornered defence.

Swamped in fear and fury, Mero came to the conclusion quite rapidly that enough was enough, and despite the possible danger from the creature, he took a sure step forward, making sure that his staff was deliberately raised. He was not, perhaps, the most threatening of men, but he could bluff just as well as any; he made a show of gathering moonlight at the tip of his staff and walked as confidently as he was able, displaying no fear as he crossed slowly towards Ptera, just daring the creature to attack.

Unable to hear if it moved, he was required to look over at it regularly, and he strove to keep his stare disdainful and commanding. He was in control of this situation, he had to be, and he desperately hoped that such things were accurately conveyed by his expression. If she attacked, then he could likely beat her back, but he had no intention of fighting her if he could help it.

“Don’t you move,” he said, in what he hoped was a commanding tone. He had no way of telling; being unable to hear his own voice, but the intent was certainly there. “If you move, I’ll kill you.” He wouldn’t, but the creature wouldn’t know that.

Ptera, meanwhile, still hadn’t moved, and was watching him with such desperation that his heart bled. Mero wanted nothing more than to run to her, but he wasn’t so much of a fool as to risk it when that mean turning his back on the creature.

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