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The Riders' Ascension

Hüngarth

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a part of The Riders' Ascension, by XxNightxX.

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Sven Charter [65] A young careless man who always speaks his mind, is reckless, and has an attitude to match.
Sierra Grace Thorndur [62] "Extinct? Ha! You underestimate the strength of my species!"
Nero Durenn [58] Dragon Rider, Badass, & Leader. "No one's going to die here....Not if I can help it."
Riley Hunt [56] "Death happens to everyone one way or another, I'm just going to keep fighting until its my turn"
Ryuu [45] "I will protect Sierra at any cost.."
Ranek [41] "What are you looking at? Never seen a dragon before? Pft, simpleton."
Khothara [36] Nero's Loyal, Fierce, and Mischievous Dragon
Luna [33] "She is my Rider and only my Rider"
'Seth [16] "Vengance is all I want."
Rashatok Genova Charter [10] "Your dragon shall die by my blade, hear him scream!"

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Nero awoke cloaked in the soft, familiar covers of his bed in the cabin near the edge of the village of Raywyn, groaning as the first bright rays of dawn pierced his shut eyelids. Blinking his dark blue-gray eyes and squinting awake, he groggily rolled out of bed and quickly got dressed into black leather hunting pants and a black t-shirt, and pulled his soft gray hoodie over his head. Strapping his wicked curved battle axe and his quiver to his back and grabbing his sleek black bow, he hurried downstairs where he quickly ate his breakfast of bacon, eggs, and milk, all obtained from local farmers. Today, he would need his strength, for today Nero was going on a hunting trip. Maybe he would also find some treasures along the way, or something of value. You never knew what you would find as far out in the woods as he was planning on going today, nearly to the mountains in search of game and riches if he happened upon them. He was eager, yet anxious to get on the road. When he finished, before the sun even began to peek over the horizon and streak the sky with the blood-red and fire-orange of dawn over the great expanse of forest and mountain range beyond, Nero left the cabin and headed East - Northeast, off into the deep expanse of forest that bordered the village on three sides, the third side opening to the open plains that, if traveled through, led to the other villages closer to the Royal City of Valhollow, which bordered the ocean port village of Merrimead. The soft warm breeze of summer blew Nero's slightly messy pitch black hair into his eyes and made it stick out in a few odd directions due mostly to his bed-head. He hadn't bothered to brush it, and was content to just run his fingers through it to tame it temporarily. He was one of the main providers of game for the village, and only kept what was necessary for himself. Raywyn was a medium to small village, at least in comparison to the grand villages and cities closer to the capitol, but Nero was still often gone on long hunting trips for days on end, four or five days at the most, to provide for his home-village, for he traveled where most hunters of their village did not. Nero would be heading out on one of these long hunting trips today; it would take one and half to two days at the least if he was even somewhat successful.

When the sun was halfway to the highest point in the sky, Nero caught up with a couple of does he had tracked through the denser part of the forest. Cautiously lowering himself into a crouch, and careful no to snap any twigs as he inched closer, he quickly and silently strung his bow and notched an arrow. Breathing evenly and holding the bow steady, he pulled the notched arrow back until it was even with his chin, aimed at the doe's heart so it would be a clean and instant kill, and let loose the arrow. It whistled through the air and hit its mark, felling the deer in an instant. As the other doe fled, Nero walked over to the dead deer and bent down to retrieve the arrow out of the doe's still chest. As he did so, a ruby-red glint pierced his peripheral vision and nearly blinded him. He blinked and followed the glint of the object, but instead of a ruby or gem as he would expect from such a luminous object, he found a large, oblong stone only a few feet from where his outstretched hand was. Narrowing his eyes in thoughtful curiosity, he bent down and picked the object up, and almost dropped it as he shockingly discovered the radiant warmth it seemed to give off from within. What the hell kind of a stone is this? he thought, cradling the heavy object in both his hands, as it was too big to hold one-handed. It seemed to hum beneath his fingertips, as if it was a great source of energy and power. Something within him, maybe it was instinct, told him that it wasn't just a regular stone, or maybe not a stone at all. He was just about to stuff the object into his hoodie pocket so he could take it back to the village and try to see if someone there knew what it was, it hummed with a new intensity in his hands. He gazed down at it, mesmerized, yet fearful of what strange magic might have enchanted it, when something within it seemed to move and shift, and in the next second there was a sharp cracking noise and a small hole appeared on the surface of the stone, and a small snout appeared. His stormy blue-gray eyes widening, he carefully and gently set the stone down, which he now realized was an egg, but of what he was not sure. He stepped back as the egg cracked again, his felled deer almost completely forgotten. As a third ear-splitting crack echoed off the tall, thick trees around him and Nero stood there dumbfounded, trying to make reason of all this in his mind, the exotic stone exploded into a thousand pieces of flaming-red ruby shell and a creature even more vibrant and flaming-red than its abandoned encasing emerged and blinked its intelligent and mischievous emerald eyes up at him.

Dragon. Something seemed to whisper to him in the back of his mind. But thats impossible. The last of those creatures died out ages ago, if those stories are even true. But what sat blinking up at him was unlike anything he'd ever seen, and even as his brain actively tried to deny it, he could not deny the identity of the majestic being that was standing before him. A million questions followed this revelation, swirling through his head like the sounds of a battlefield, but they were cut off as quickly as they came as a presence entered his mind.

Hello. it said, its voice young, soothing, and distinctly female. I am Khothara. Her vibrant, sparking green eyes gazed up at him as she tilted her head in friendly greeting.

Nero was stunned to silence, and after a moment of shock he regained his composure and met her gaze. He felt a pull in his heart towards this dragon that he'd never felt for any other creature, and it was strange, and new, and yet he never wanted this linked feeling to end. He crouched down and held out a hand, purely out of instinct and curiosity, and Khothara gently stretched out her elegant neck and nuzzled her ruby-red muzzle against the palm of his outstretched hand.

....Nero. I'm Nero. he murmured.

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Seth creeped from atop a blacksmith building. The sky was just the way he liked it, blood red. It reminded him of death. Death of dragons. Seth chuckled with a sinister grin. Then he turned his head to the village bank. A huge carraige rode into the bank. Seth leaped off the blacksmith and dived on another building, tummbiling forth and landing in a squat posistion. Knights were dragging the carraige. Something inside it mustve been valuable inside it.. he thought. Seth grasped his bow. He pulled back the string, grabbing an arrow from the sheth on his back. He attached the arrow, and released. The arrow landed straight in the wheel. It stopped the carraige.

The knights looked confused, trying to drag the carraige. Seth tried to imagine what they were saying. A knight walked over to the stuck wheel. He saw the arrow. Seth quickly ducked down. The knights drew out their swords and walked cautiously around the carraige. Seth whistled. His animal henchman, Hark, flew down. Hark was a hawk. "Hark, go distract those dumbasses.." mummbled Seth, pointing at the knights. Hark flew down. He flew in the knights faces and irritated them. The knights chased after Hark, while Hark flew down the market square. Meanwhile, Seth leaped off the building, right behind the carraige. He peered inside; 5 pounds of silver gleaming. Seth snatched it, and dashed out. He also retrieved his arrow.

Seth whistled Hark back over. The two ran into a dark alley. The knights lost them. Seth climbed into a hole in the side of an abandoned warehouse. This was Seth and Harks hideout. Seth layed out the silver. Hark flew on his shoulder as Seth counted the silver. "We'll be rich... cackled Seth. He stroked Hark.

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The gentle breeze of the mountain's cold air woke Sierra from her sleep, she shivered and saw her breath as her warm air breathe from her mouth. It's so cold this morning. the thought drifted in Sierra's mind, she pondered the question and immediately knew a storm was coming. I better get somewhere safe before it hits. she thought with a quick motion she was up and out of her warm sleeping bag. Her hair a bit of a mess from being slept on in. She grabbed a small rubber object from her wrist and quickly put her hair up. That should keep it from the air blowing it everywhere. Sierra thought with a smart comment to herself. Sierra began to roll her sleeping bag up and place it in her pack. The small sheltered tent was covering her from the blistering snowfall outside her tent. She had been hiking for days to get up the Misty mountain. She had left some food with her mother as she left, though her mother never talked to her anyways. She sighed as the memory of her father threatened to overwhelm her mind and she brushed the thought away. The tent was rather small and tended to have a few open holes to it. She shivered and tried to rub her rather exposed skin. She wore her undergarments considering it was very warm in her sleeping bag. But now that she was exposed she quickly grabbed some clothes from her pack, she slipped on a pair of leather warm pants as well as a feminine shirt and leather/ skinned jacket. She put on her leather boots and put on a small hat and a scarf that covered her chin to her nose. Sierra reached into her pack and brought out a small water skin and drank some of the cool refreshing lake water. After getting herself refreshed and ready Sierra lesily made her way out of the tend. The blistering cold wind pierced her skin as she got her breathed knocked from out of her. She shivered and quickly folded up her tent and placed it in her pack as well. Now time to find a cave to stay out of the way of this storm. Sierra thought to herself with a sigh she held on to the straps of her pack and began to walk west, hoping to find shelter of some sort.

It wasn't long before Sierra saw a small dark object, as she approached a large opening showed itself in a nearby cave. Shelter, Finally Sierra thought with a smile, her lips were blue and her skin pale from begin in the cold weather for so long. She headed into the dark cave without questions being asked. As she took a look around she sat her pack down near a small cave spring. The water was shiveringly cold and Sierra shivered as she barely touched the cool water. Sierra drew her curved dagger from her belt, not for sure knowing what would hide in this cave. She saw a field creatures here in there, mostly cave lizards of which she had no interest in. As she began to go further into the cave it started to become darker, practically blind Sierra felt her way around, trying to find someway to get back close to the entrance. Her hand brushed a rather large cold object. She shivered at it's touch and could feel some sort of strange power radiating from it. What's this? Sierra thought with narrowed eyes. She picked up the small dark object and felt her way back towards the entrance. She could barely see outside as it was all white, she couldn't see 5 feet ahead of her so she decided it better to stay in the cave. Looking down at the small stone she noticed it was as black as midnight itself, it would make midnight take a run for it's money. Small almost silver streaks were barely shown but the stone was detailed. Sierra figured she could fetch it at a good price at the market when suddenly it began to rock back and forth. The large crack sounded almost immediately as a crack formed around it's edge, a strange blue light shown from the mysterious stone. When she realized it wasn't a stone, it was an egg..

Curiously Sierra approached closer, studying the strange egg, as she did so it began to move back and forth furiously, the blue light emitted brighter until cracks began to form bigger when the egg practically exploded, egg shells were strewn across the floor. Sierra averted her eyes and raised her arm to shield herself from flying egg shells. What the?... Sierra thought humorously to herself. The small black beast blinked it's melted yellow butter eyes at her. A golden amber ring held around it's pupil. "Dragon...Your a dragon?.." Sierra said aloud to the creature, the creature blinked in agreement. A dragon is what I am. The name is Ryuu.. At your service...young rider... Ryuu said with a tilt of his head, he was as black as midnight itself, making the egg appear even duller than himself.

Sierra watched with amazement, she thought the dragons were all but extinct. She hesitentively held her hand out to the small dragon who curiously sniffed it and touched the edge of his nose to her palm. Tingly sensation's sprung on her arm making her hair stand on end.

Sierra Sierra responded saying her name to the small dragon. Ryuu snorted happily and swished his tail, looking at her with big eyes.

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Kenitsu headed to the desert to sketch and paint a desert still-life. As soon as he dipped his brush in the sand-colored paint, he heard whimpering. "What the.." mummbled Kenny. He walked towards the noise. When he took a step forward, he herd a crack from below. Ken looked down; the sand was scaley. "Wait a sec..." stuttered Ken. He started to wipe all the sand off. 2 giant wings rose up, they were bony and weak. Then he saw; a 12 foot dragon rise up.

This dragon was bony and limp. "Are you ok..?" stuttered Ken. The dragon looked at him with terror. It tried to fly away, but it was too weak. Ken sat next to its muzzle and started stroking it. "I wont hurt you, its ok.." he cooed. Ken contorted the dragon. He was surprised there was a dragon... that was still alive! Ken examined him, he had scars and bruises. Ken walked the dragon home to his family barn. The dragon layed on the barn floor. "Thanks for saving me.." mummbled the dragon.

"You can talk?" stuttered Kenny. "Yeah.. I was a bit - cough - too weak.." "Are you ok?" "Yeah, what is your name?" "Kenitsu, or you can just call me Kenny." "Ok, my name is Sveri." "Oh cool.." Kenny pressed an ice pack on Sveris bruises. Sveri moaned.

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Heavy breath misted in a continuous pant in the early morning air. It was still in the chilly hours of dawn, the forest still dark and grey as the sky slowly started to soak in the sun's light, producing colors of pink and orange. The heavy hooves on the leaf litter below followed a strong constant rhythm, like the beating of a huge heart as the dark brown mare galloped in and out of the thin trees. The horse heaved in breaths, snorting in anticipation as she threw back her head with a whinny. The rider on her back kicked with his boots, urging the mare even faster as the terrain gradually started to slope up. There wasn't much time left, if they were to make it to their destination before it was too late, they'd have to step it up. The horse rider was growing anxious and kicked in to the mares sides, clicking his tongue.

"Hurry, hurry." Sven murmured softly under his breath.

A low hanging branch came in to view and he had to duck swiftly to keep from getting a mouthful of pine needles. He looked back at the branch and laughed arrogantly, a smile creasing his lips. Sven snapped the reigns, the ground now steep beneath them. The terrain was rocky and getting treacherous, but still they sped on and up the cliff without hesitation. The horse was losing steam and starting to tire easily, but they were right where they needed to be. The entire world held its breath as they reached the rocky peak, the horse coming to a sudden and abrupt stop. She reared, flailing her front legs in the air before the hooves slammed back down in to the rock. In the distance, across the rolling green valley, the sun peaked above the horizon. The first wave of precious golden light washed over the valley in seconds. The beautiful warm rays touched Sven's skin, wind caressing his hair as his eyes closed and he simply absorbed the morning's first light.

A moment passed, his skin buzzing with warmth, before his eyes opened. The young farm boy took a lingering look at the sun washed valley, memorizing every graceful curve of the hills and each color that reflected in to his eyes. He tugged hard on the reigns, clicking his tongue as he steered the horse back down the ridge they had come up. It was a much slower descent, one wrong step and the mares hoof could slip, sending both down to a premature death. The horse was exhausted from the run and snorted exaggeratedly as she carefully picked her way past sharp rocks.

"Whoa." Sven pulled her reigns, the mare stopping.

The horse nervously shook out her mane, stamping the ground with an impatient hoof as the rider dismounted. Something had caught his eye, an uneven texture among the rocks. A stone, the size of a curled up barn cat, sat on top a pyramid of other rocks, a thin layer of white dust coating its oval shape. Kneeling next to the pile, Sven cautiously picked up the stone with both hands, standing with it. His befuddled gaze tried to make sense of its odd shape and foreign texture. Actually, as he thought about it, the stone wasn't cold at all, it was warm. There was a pulse that was felt through his fingertips, startled Sven dropped the rock as he backed away quickly.

There was a soft thud, followed by a thick crack as the stone rolled a few feet away. Sven was breathing heavily, too scared to move. He had felt the stone move, as if it had a heart beating inside of it. His breathing hitched as the first crack was followed by another and the another until the whole stone looked as if it were about to shatter into a hundred different pieces. The top heaved, a thin crevice opening to reveal a slate grey colored eye, it blinked slowly. The slit pupil focused on Sven and without warning the egg burst opened with life, pieces of shell flying everywhere as a slimy white creature rolled from its back and to its legs.

"Ah!" Sven shouted, scrambling back.

His foot caught a rock, causing him to fall back on his rear with a gasp. The white creature, still trying to find its feet, wobbled after him. Sven squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms out in front of him, waiting for the tiny monster to attack him. Seconds seemed to tick by, maybe even minutes, before the half elf opened one eye skeptically. Sitting at his feet, the tiny white dragon wiggled with excitement, hardly able to control himself. Sven opened both eyes, arms slowly dropping in to his lap as he held eye contact with the creature. It stood on all fours and creeped closer, a small chirping sound emitting from its throat as it happily looked up at this nervous man.

"What are you?" Sven asked softly.

Ranek...My name is Ranek

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"RILEY WAKE UP!" her dad's voice rung in Riley's sensitive ears and she groaned and through the pillow over her head. The stomping of her father's feet and her bedroom door slamming open made her sigh. Then she broke out in a fit of giggles as her dad attacked her feet and tickled her.
"NO PLEASE! I WILL GET UP JUST....STOP!" Riley giggled and took in a deep breath of much needed air as her father stopped.
"i'm going into town today so i wouldnt be back until late, i want all your chores done and i need you to go find me a nice big buck cause we got an order, plus the potato's need to be picked and the corner watered, Thank you baby love you bye" her dad said cheerfully before leaving Riley's room before she could attack him.
"THAT"S NOT FAIR! i want to go to town" Riley said the last quietly. Her father has never let her leave their farm because he was scared they would find out she was half Lycan, but its not like she can shift and be dangerous to them! Human's just over react way to much. Riley groaned and stood up to get ready for her day, throwing on a pair of shorts and a grey top. She rarely ever worn shoe's since she felt one with nature when she could feel it....ya she's weird but she just blames her heritage.

Ex-Lead Assassin plus Lycan equal's weird off-spring.

She quickly braided her hair and went to her bedroom window and jumped out. Their house was really tall but it was still a 8 feet drop and since she wasn't so skilled with her Lycan abilities she ended up on her now sore butt.
"i'm oh so very stupid" she mumbled to herself and went to the shed, grabbing her crossbow and quiver. She stared longingly at her long bow but she knew the cross-bow would do more damage and would be quicker. Riley took off into the large forest behind them. They were 5 hours away from the nearest town giving her plenty of room to hunt and with her Lycan speed she was in peace with the wind blowing in her face and the thudding of her footfalls.

Riley came up to the small river bed a few miles behind their house and took a drink and sat down, the cool water washed over her feet and soothed her skin. One of Riley's favorite pass times was looking for interesting rocks and she started on that search. 10 minutes later she came up empty handed.

"Darn.....huh?" Riley had almost given up when she saw something shine on the other side of the river in a small underwater cave. Smiling she took a deep breath and dived into the chilly water, pushing her away through the weak current. She swam the way down and grabbed it quickly, almost dropping it when she felt a jolt of energy course through her from the stone.
'weird' she thought as she surfaced and swam back to the bank. She put the stone by some other's and started wringing out her clothes when she hard a loud crack. She looked down to see not her stone but a baby dragon the size of her hand.

'hello' it cooed sweetly and Riley scooped it up into her hands.
"Holy cow your so cute" Riley smiled and the baby dragon nuzzled her neck
'i'm Luna' she purred
"i'm Riley" Riley respond and Luna nuzzled her one last time before crawling onto her shoulder and curling up in he shape between Riley's neck and shoulder.

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"Thank you so much," the young lady concluded, mounting her beast and flying out of sight. Gunnar sat himself down on a log that was cut to make a seat, pulling a loaf of bread out of one of his pockets and taking a bite out of the end. It's been a while since he had fresh food.

"This guy's the rider causin' so much trouble? He don't even got a dragon, and if he does I sure as hell don't see it." One. He couldn't be older than Gunnar; must've been only twenty or something. He was too confident to be any older.

"Shut up; you're too loud. Plenty of us saw him riding one. On top of it, he's been helping other riders escape us." Two. This one sounded like he'd been through plenty in the few sentences he spoke. Maybe older.

"Well, long as his precious dragon ain't around I don't see why we can't kill him now!" With his shouting, the man leaped out from bushes nearby, brandishing a sword and running straight for Gunnar. His target placed the loaf back in his pocket, turned around along the log and slipped by the jab of his blade. Next thing he knew, Gunnar's hand was in his face and he was overloaded with electricity, the mixed feeling of cool steel on his forehead and warm fabric on his cheeks there and gone, replaced by searing heat and lightning coursing through his head. His face was burnt — disfigured — and he felt like his brain was exploding. Then he hit the ground below, dead before he could scream... before he could feel his severely weakened skull shattering on the stony walkway.

Gunnar stood straight and looked in the other man's direction, the left side of his face covered in jumping sparks; the latter was still in hiding, and the former didn't say a word. They both just knew that if he didn't stay there or run like hell, he'd die, too.

His face stopped flickering, and Gunnar returned to his small meal. As soon as he did, the assassin ran.

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Sunlight trickled through the window pane somehow managing to pierce Maximilian's closed eyelids. Maximilian stirred for a moment, turning on his side, he let out a deep yawn and his eyes reluctantly opened. Although his eyes had opened he still remained in a sleepy stupor, he felt relaxed, no worries, no nothing and he wanted to enjoy it just a moment longer. Minutes passed as his consciousness became increasingly more aware and awake. Maximilian pushed himself off the edge of his bed, his legs touched the floor.

Maximilian's eyes drifted around the room half-heartedly examining it: it wasn't much, it was a modest room, the floor was made of cheap wood and stains of previous occupants' messes were splattered around, the bed he laid on was simply a hay-stuffed bag on a wooden frame although there was a nice woolen quilt, a desk with a small mirror sat opposite the bed but apart from that it was quite empty but it fulfilled its purpose all the same. Leaning forward he pushed himself off the bed walking towards the desk, he examined himself in the mirror; his hair bedraggled was an absolute mess but apart from that he looked refreshed.

Clothes were sprawled on the floor, his clothes specifically; he picked up the white tunic off the floor sliding into it, next was his linen trousers, they were a malt green yet very soft almost silk, next was his coat, it was a leather duster, he slid into it and began doing up the buttons, lastly he picked up his pair of leather boots which sat next to his bed. One brief look in his mirror followed by a simple nod and he was off. He made sure to grab his sword which lay in its scabbard, attaching it to his belt.

The door to his room creaked open and he stepped out, a long staircase stretched down in a straight line. He walked down the flight of stairs and into the bar that lay beneath his room, he avoided contact with the innkeeper, he still had the room for another night; not that he was going to stay again, he was going to continue wandering, he thought about asking for some money back but one gaze over the innkeeper told him he was greedy and that his it'd be a waste of time. A sigh escaped his lips and he walked towards the exit.

The air was cold and crisp despite the sun hanging heavy in the air, the people of Anchor were busy at work, living their simple lives, How futile... Maximilian thought before continuing to head north. The environment began to change, the small path had evolved into a small trail and trees surrounded him, he had entered a lush forest. Maximilian's hand drifted towards his sword, though beautiful he had heard the forest was bandit-country from the innkeeper. Though he undoubtedly viewed himself better than a common bandit it was best to be prepared.

Venturing deeper into the forest all signs of civilization had disappeared by now, he had long forgotten about bandits, he was in too deep, bandits usually attacked close to villages where a safe income of villagers and merchants passed through, he on the other hand had stepped off the path and was just walking north through the overgrowth.

In the distance a small hut appeared, Maximilian paused for a second uncertain, a hut out in the middle of nowhere how... ominous. He heard some ruffling behind him, he turned immediately, drawing his blade gracefully from the scabbard and in a slicing motion held it beneath his hips. A man appeared before him... his eyes adjusted; no not a man, it had the body of a human but its head was of a deer, Maximilian backed up generally startled, never had he seen such a creature, the creature said nothing but slowly walked towards him. It held a crude sword in its hand and it raised it silently... it gurgled a ear piercing shriek and lunging towards him.

In an instant Maximilian pistoned his sword up deflecting the lunge skillfully, the creature stumbled back; it fought with no skill but it was fierce and had no regard for its life. Maximilian swung his blade at the undefended side as his opponent stumbled back, it connected slicing into the beast's flesh, it screamed loudly and thrashed, Maximilian continued furthering the blade into the beast's gut. It grabbed Maximilian's other wrist in a death lock, it was then Maximilian noticed it had claws, his eyes widened as they dug into his wrist going as deep as the tendons, Maximilian gasped but held the blade firm. It took a few seconds but it slumped over dead finally releasing Maximilian's wrist, which now was bleeding profusely. He held it for a second before wincing in pain.

It was the beast dead on the floor that caught his attention, he crouched down ignoring the pain in his wrist for a second. It lay there dead, he examined its neck to find a small searing between the beast's human body and animal head. Perhaps it was a shaman of nature? Maximilian's mind mused, he had read about rituals of the sort but he never fathomed something like this, he picked up the beast's discarded sword, it was rusted and old of no value. The whole event felt mysterious, was it protecting that hut? Curiosity beckoned him as he stepped away from the beast and towards the hut.

As he entered the dark shack he began looking around. There were books lined up, small titles of a language he could not understand, some woodland creatures also lay at the desk, dead. Then he turned and directly at the corner of the room it sat, a large green stone, it was surrounded by two small obelisks and was decorated with plants and berries, it seemed like a... shrine. Maximilian approached, the stone radiated some energy, he could tell just from looking at it that this wasn't an ordinary stone. Who was the shrine too? Maximilian thought absentmindedly, Maximilian's hand reached out and gently brushed the stone, it felt smooth... maybe it held value and was rare. That was just as much incentive Maximilian needed to take the stone with him.

Just as he was preparing to lift the stone from its place he heard a crack and a large jagged crack mark appeared over the stone, something was rearing its way out of the egg, Maximilian recoiled in surprise. He held out his still unsheathed sword, his other hand held the creature's blade, but it was too painful to move it. The stone continued to crack and a green head reared through the cracks. Its an egg, Maximilian observed dumbfounded, he focused on the creature, now free of its shell two small wings reared behind it. "It can't be..." Maximilian said aloud, it was a dragon obviously but they had all died out. Forever lost to the world.

The dragon's red eyes caught Maximilian's gaze, he stood in a calm bewilderment. A few anxious seconds passed then he felt a presence enter his mind. Hello. The greeting was accompanied by a nod from the dragon, I'm your dragon! It called happily. Maximilian stood there his gaze wide a look of confusion covered on his face.

"You can't be a dragon..." Maximilian spoke simply and in a matter-of-factly tone, "There are no dragons... they're extinct."

The dragon looked confused and then spoke again more sure of itself Your my rider and my only rider, so I must be a dragon.

Maximilian shook his head, still confused but more curious now, "Rider... you mean like in the stories?" His tone was amused as he continued look at the small dragon beneath him. The sheer ludicrousness of this situation felt unreal.

I've never read the stories, but your my rider as I am your dragon. The small voice beamed in his head, politely and somewhat excited.

Maximilian still couldn't grasp the situation but the dragon's words rung true. He did feel connected to this dragon, it was strange and Maximilian didn't like it but he also felt more... complete? He couldn't put his finger on it. Staggering back Maximilian felt a little lightheaded, he breathed deeply before locking eyes with the dragon again. "Okay then..." He took a breath, stumbling for something to say Maximilian then said randomly "What's your name then?"

The dragon bowed its head in some sort of courtesy before announcing proudly, I am Fraener.

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Khothara was perched comfortably on Nero's shoulder as he traversed through the forest, his soft black leather boots creating barely a sound on the floor of dampened twigs and leaves. The small red dragon shivered and shook out her wings, small water droplets flying through the air as they were flicked off the tip of her tail and wings. She settled back down into her comfortable position once more, folding her soft, translucent blood-red wings along the spine of her back as she gazed up at the dark, formidable black structures blotting the warming early morning sun from the sky. As the rain began to pound harder on her smooth, scaled back, she glanced over at Nero, whose black hair was sleek with rain and plastered to the sides of his face and forehead. She met his eyes, which were the same color as the raging sky above them.

We should find shelter. she said simply.

Nero nodded and after another moment of shivering out in the pounding rain, he found a small, dense copse of trees resting up against the side of a towering, smooth boulder on one side that told him they were nearly at the edge of the mountains. They crouched down and nestled inside it, Nero resting his back up against the cool, smooth boulder as Khothara curled into a ball; she was about the size of a small feline. Inside the sheltered structure, which seemed to be keeping out the rain for the most part, slitted bright green eyes slitted closed and Khothara was soon lost in the strange, exotic dreams of this strange new world she had entered into. Nero leaned back against the boulder with one leg stretched out straight and the other bent at the knee as he got some rope out from his tattered pack and began to skillfully, yet absent-mindedly practice his knot-tieing. They weren't going anywhere for a while, it wasn't safe to travel in such a storm and they would only become ill from the damp and cold if they continued to try to return to the cabin. Besides, it gave Nero some more time to contemplate how he was going to keep his new little fire-breathing secret.

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Large drops of rain fell onto Riley's head as she swore. By the looks of it a violent storm was being to gather around her and she was a good 4 hours away from her hut.
"Darn it" she cursed as a light purring vibrated by her neck and she realized Luna was sleeping.
"Lazy dragon" Riley grumbled and started running, looking for shelter. She stood under a large oak tree with plenty of foliage and scanned the area. There was a cave a few miles away, it looked dry and was calling to her. She took Luna in her hands, waking her.
"Hang on little one" Riley cooed before starting in a run. One good thing about being part Lycan is that she is fast. She dodged tree's and rocks and rocketed into the cave. She tripped on a rock and did a barrel roll, landing on her back Luna flying out of her hands and landing on something soft.
"Safe" Riley groaned as she sat up and rubbed her back. Her Lycan eyes which glowed bright green scanned the dark cave and what she saw surprised her. She saw Luna had landed on the lap of a boy around her age with pitch black hair and stormy eyes, a small red dragon was sitting by him.
"Umm hello sorry i didnt know this cave already had an owner" Riley said sheepishily then took in a deep breath sniffing the air.
'he's human' she thought to herself, a feeling of worry taking hold in her heart. What if he was one of those horrible human's her father talked about, the one's that would kill her for being Lycan.

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"Ahh!!" Nero exclaimed in surprise, falling on his back with a grunt and trying to regain the air that had been squashed out of his lungs. His first thought was that in his absent-minded knot-tieing, he hadn't noticed Khothara awaking and leaping at him in some sort of a game. But no, that couldn't be it, wouldn't he feel her consciousness sharpen with awakening through their mind-link? And then, as his stormy eyes adjusted to the dark once more and tried to focus on the silvery blue-gray face that was very close to his, he realized it was a dragon, but it definitely was not Khothara. This confused him for a moment and left him stunned, with his heart pounding like a persistent fast-beat bass-drum against his chest before he noticed the attractive girl that seemed to have joined him in his cave to escape from the rain. He sat up, his heart slowing as he gently set the other small dragon hatchling on the ground beside him and turned toward the girl as he stood up and brushed himself off. Once he felt he had gained back some of his composure and some sense of pride, he seemed to look at the girl for the first time. She was pretty, with a curvy lean build, wavy hair the color of golden summer sunlight, and beautiful, exotic eyes that he couldn't decide whether they were forest green or dark blue. And she was tall, only a few inches shorter than he was he realized as he stood to his full height of 6'2''.

As he met her eyes, mesmerized by them, he noticed something else about her. She seemed as she was almost....afraid...of him? As if she expected him to accuse her of a crime and punish her severely for it. Still wondering at her reaction at seeing him, he tried to brush it away as an effect of her being just as surprised as he was.

"Ummm... No, thats fine. I was just escaping the storm, you can stay and do the same if you wish." he said sort of quickly. He said the next part at a normal pace, obviously beginning to relax and recover from that split second of actually believing for a moment that he'd been ambushed by bandits. "I just....didn't expect to see someone this far out. What brings you all the way out near the mountains, if you don't mind my asking?" he said politely, revealing a friendly, warm, boyish smile with almost perfect white teeth and a confidence that showed he got along with most people fairly well. It seemed to let a little bit more of his personality shine through.

Khothara had been awakened by a commotion of someone running, or rather crashing into the cave and had instinctively leapt up from her position next to Nero, curled up in a ball, and extended her small wings enough to land on a stalagmite rising a few feet above the smooth stone of the cave floor. Her vibrant green eyes shone brightly from her perch in the darker shadows of the cave as she narrowed them at these new intruders. She wasn't sure if they were an actual threat to Nero, but she couldn't take any chances. She crouched on her perch, muscles bunched and prepared to leap at any second if Nero got into danger. She didn't like the smells that assaulted her nose, it smelled of a strange mixture of dog and wolf, but there were no wolves for miles and she hadn't smelt wolf when they first entered the cave. As she spotted one of her own species, which she had thought was impossible until now, mixed feeling coursed through her heart. For a moment she was afraid that it would harm Nero, and then there was the additional feeling of being glad beyond words to see another of her kind, for it would have been a lonely world if she had been the only one as her and Nero had assumed, mostly because of the rumors of her species' downfall. Nevertheless, she couldn't help a low, snarling growl to escape from her through her sharp, pointed white teeth as her wicked sharp tail flicked back and forth in irritation and anxiety.

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"ummm.... i live 3 hours away from here and i couldnt run home with this freezing rain.....ummm......your not going to hurt me are you? Cause your hum......i mean a stranger and i have heard horrible things unless there.....a lie that is........question if you were to say i dont know....ever meet a Lycan what would you do? it doesnt have to be a Lycan it could be vampire or Fae.....would you kill it?" Riley asked quietly. She had to make sure he wasnt a threat and the fact that he had a dragon only gave her small comfort.

His ruby dragon hissed and growled at her and Luna and Luna gave out a cute little squeak that was suppose to be a growl. Luna was way smaller then the boy's dragon so Riley was surprise it saw them as a threat.....unless the dragon smelt her wolf side and was confused. It did look like it was confused and Riley felt back.

"Dont worry little one your sense of smell is correct" Riley said quietly and waited for the boys answer.

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Nero opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again as he seemed confused and at a loss for words, trying to take in all of what she was mumbling nervously. He must not be hearing her correctly was his first thought. He blinked his blue-gray eyes, which seemed a little puzzled, but not unfriendly. Hush! I'm fine, they don't seem dangerous to me. In fact, they seem...scared... he thought to Khothara in his mind, trying to clear his thoughts as her growling ceased its low, slightly startled humming in his mind. She rolled her eyes, snorted in reluctant compliance with his wishes, and relaxed on her perch, folding her wings and settling down in a more relaxed position, although her green eyes were still narrowed to slits, her slanted pupils dilating in the darkness. Nero continued to try to come up with a response as the girl continued her nervous, inexplicable fearful rambling as he met her stunning, exotic green eyes.

"H-hurt you?" he managed to stutter out, seeming surprised at her questions. "No, I would never -- 3 hours away? -- horrible things?? what horrible things have you heard about who -- L-Lycan?! Kill it?" all his replies seemed to meld together in muddled, confused ideas as he tried to reply, but kept being cut off by more of her mumbled, nervous rambling. What in the hell was she talking about, and what was she so afraid of?

Finally, he gathered his thoughts and held his hands out in front of him, palms toward her to try to get her to calm down. "Hold on." he started, more firmly this time, yet his eyes still friendly, even a little curious and mesmerized by this strange, mysterious girl. "I'm not going to hurt you, and neither is Khothara, although she'd like to think she's tough enough to." he said with a small, quick grin at that last statement as Khothara gave him a quick, half-hearted glare and rolled her green eyes again. "Now, would you please explain to me what you are talking about?" he asked, a slight tone of kind concern in his eyes, as his mind tried to figure out what it was she was trying to say.

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Was it to dark in here? how could he not find her multi-colored eyes with their slit pupil's normal. She didnt want to tell him, he was human and armed....yet so was she in more ways then one.

"you dont find anything about me strange? not normal?" she mumbled. Out of no where the howling of a real wolf echoed through the cave. It was close but with the rain they wouldn't be able to smell her, but if it seek refuge it would fight her for dominance cause he would smell her as a female wolf. Pushing her ear's abilities she could hear its wet footsteps get closer to the cave and that made her shiver with fear.

"i hope your not scared of wolves cause one is coming, he's close and a rogue" Riley stated firmly. Luna gave out a cute little hiss as yellow eyes and a large grey wolf walked through the entrance of the cave. It sniffed the air and instantly caught Riley's scent and growled. She turned to the boy with worry in her eyes. She stepped in front of him and yet out a inhuman growl, flashing her white sharp canine teeth, her green eyes glowed and her nails sharpened. She stood tall to remind the wolf even if she was female she was dominant to him because of her alpha Lycan blood.

"Leave pup before i rip out our throat and feed it to the pack" she snarled at the wolf, she didnt want the boy behind her to get hurt she was always over-protective. The wolf snarled back before cowering down and running away. Riley relaxed and her claw's turned back to normal then she turned back to the boy.

"I'm a Lycan, I'm asking you those question cause i want to make sure you wouldnt kill me.....my father has kept me hidden from you human's cause he is convinced they will kill me, now i want to know if you will" Riley said bluntly and out stretched her hand to him shyly.

"I'm Riley Hunt and thats Luna" Riley pointed to her dragon and waited for the boys answer. A look of fear still in Riley's eyes.

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There was still something he was trying to figure out about her eyes, what was so exotic about them when she seemed to hesitate and give him a look that told him he was missing something here. He strained to look closer at her in the dark, but could see nothing out of the ordinary about her except those eyes... those eyes that seemed to glow luminescent in the dark.... he couldn't quite focus on her pupils, although now he saw that they seemed more slitted than was normal...

Nero, realizing he was still armed when he saw her glance at his bow and curved axe strapped to his back, slowly and carefully set his bow and axe off to the side on a stone ledge until all the weapons that were left on his person were his quiver of arrows and a hidden dagger tucked in one of his leather boots. He occasionally held his hands up to show that he was surrendering his weapons, not attacking her. Once he knew she saw that he had disarmed himself, he took a calm step towards her.

"Strange? No....." he said, his voice trailing off as he tried to figure out if he should find something strange. Maybe she meant her eyes...

Nero's thoughts were interrupted as he heard the wolf howl and he turned his head swiftly towards the cave entrance. "Scared?" he chuckled. "No, I'm not scared of a lone wolf....Are you?" he said, his voice and blue-gray eyes calm as he glanced over at her. He did however begin to reach for his bow, not out of fear, but out of an attempt to protect her. He gripped it in his left hand and prepared to notch an arrow with his right, quick as lightning, but somehow she was in front of him before he could even notch an arrow, which he found near impossible, considering it had taken him nearly a split second. A confused and slightly surprised look crossed his face, but other than that he remained calm. The way she stood in front of him was almost as if she was...protecting him??....from the wolf. Why was she protecting him, he didn't need protection from a mere wolf, in fact he should be the one protecting her....which raised another question: Why did she think she could protect him better than he could her? Her growl confused him, as it sounded slightly inhuman, and his mind was slowly beginning to put the pieces together in his mind, although his rational instinct didn't want to believe it. Although he had to admit, there had been nothing rational about the past few hours... Pack? What pack was she talking about? Maybe she was just talking big to taunt the wolf, but why was she talking to the wolf in the first place as if it could understand every word she said?

And then something happened that he hadn't expected. He slowly lowered his bow, a look of confused wonder and awe passing over his face as he watched the wolf leave with its tail between its legs like a reprimanded pup. What the- he started to think as he put his bow back down on a ledge in the cave next to his axe and turned back to the girl. She had some explaining to do, definitely.... And then she did explain...

He listened as she spoke, but instead of disbelief or hatred flaring in his eyes and features at what she said, he simply looked calm....and as if he believed her. Because he did. All this was happening, really happening, and after today he doubted he would be surprised again, no matter how strange something was that occurred. He doubted anything could get much stranger, yet strangely more wonderful, than this day. Besides, the Lycan stories were much more common and accepted in the villages, and although he'd never seen or known one, at least that he'd known of, up until now, he believed what she said as the truth.

Finally, he spoke, understanding in his stormy eyes for the first time, his tone still friendly and calm. "I won't kill you. Your father is right, there may be some out there who could be hostile towards people like you, but thats only because they're fearful because of ignorance and harsh rumors. I, on the other hand, see no reason to kill or hate you. Beside's, the only things I've ever killed are rabbits and deer to help feed my village." he explained, hoping she would trust him. He couldn't imagine how scary it would be, to be sheltered from the world by an overprotective father like that, only told stories of the cruel and ruthless types of people full of hate. But he wasn't one of those people. He took her hand in his own strong, warm, yet gentle hand and returned the gesture, shaking hands with her politely, his eyes still locked on and mesmerized by her. He finally saw it, the lycan-like slitted pupils, the vibrant, exotic colors, and he knew why he had been drawn to those gorgeous, mesmerizing orbs of light in the darkness.

"I'm Nero. Nero Durenn. My new young dragon friend over there is Khothara." he introduced himself and his dragon, who was dipping her head in a polite greeting, obviously beginning to trust this girl and her dragon a bit more. Nero hoped this girl would take his word and trust him, for he still saw fear in her jewel-like eyes.

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Sierra watched the small midnight dragon with a tilt of her head, not sure what to make of the creature. I thought you were extinct. The Forsworn have made it their goal to keep it that way.. Sierra murmured calmly in her head, not even knowing the dragon was also in her mind. We are not extinct, that I can assure you..I don't know much about my kind, in fact I don't recall ever feeling their presence.. The young male dragon replied. His voice was low and almost mature sounding. Sierra rubbed the back of her neck, unsure of what to think about the whole situation. Do you have any questions, little one? Ryuu almost sounded amused as he sprang into her lap and settled near her inner thigh, humming to himself at the warmth she held there. Sierra let her hands fall near her knee's, watching Ryuu breath in and out. Sierra thought for a moment, she had a million questions, but most of them Ryuu wouldn't be able to answer. She thought of the most simplest obvious questions but to her it was just curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat. Sierra reminded herself with a smart comment. Small puffs of smoke trailed from Ryuu's nose, it drifted up and curled around Sierra's chin, making her laugh quietly. Can you breath fire? Sierra asked, tilted her head and looking down at Ryuu. Ryuu shifted in a more comfortable position and quiet laughter drifted into her head. Sadly not yet. I won't be able to until I'm full grown, or mature enough. Ryuu murmured back into her head, she thought the feeling of having Ryuu talk in her mind was weird, it was like a snake trying to slither into her head. Sierra shook the feeling away, she looked down at his feathery light bat-like wings and let her hand run over them, feeling the soft texture underneath her slender fingertips. You can fly can't you? Sierra practically blurted out in her mind, Ryuu peeked a large golden orb up at her and blinked then snorted and closed his eyes, appearing to be a small black piece of coal once again. I can somewhat glide, I think. But flying is something I haven't tried yet. Ryuu chided in her head. Sierra sighed, so many questions still lingered in her head but she waved them away, she figured Ryuu was still pretty tired. Sierra tilted her head back and closed her eyes, listening to the quiet humming as she herself fell into sleep..

A few hours later Sierra woke to a loud crashing sound. Thunder boomed loudly making her ears ring with it's intensity. Lightning flashed before her very eyes making her wince and look away. Ryuu was already up, she noticed the warmth that he had been keeping was now gone and she looked over with a startle, afraid finding Ryuu was just a dream. But she soon relaxed as she saw him by the cave's entrance, his small black wings were folded near his flank as he watched the lightning with melted butter eyes, his amber ring glowed with an intense flame. What is it? Ryuu asked, looking back over her with his cute nose. Sierra smiled, obviously amused. It's Lightning, the storm will be here for a while. So you might as well get comfortable. Sierra murmured calmly. Ryuu didn't move instead he watched the lightning, amazed at the power it possessed. He blew a puff of smoke from his nostril. A loud clap of thunder made Sierra jump and cover her ears, she narrowed her eyes, clearly not amused. Ryuu had squeaked and glided back over to her, hiding in her leather jacket, shivering with fright. Sierra chuckled and tentatively reached her hand out and stroke his soft feathery wings, trying to calm him. Will the storm end soon? Ryuu asked, curiously looked up at her, he blew a puff of smoke up at her face and Sierra waved the smoke away with a hand. I'm not sure, It could be a few hours before it's safe enough to travel. Sierra murmured, Ryuu snorted and she heard a mental sigh as he settled himself in her jacket and soon hummed himself to sleep. Sierra watched the lightning, and listened to the thunder for a few heartbeats then settled back against the cold stone, falling asleep once more..

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The small white dragon bounded forward, rearing on his strong back legs as his front paws rested on Sven's chest. Like a puppy, his hind quarters wiggled in excitement and his tail wagged back and forth happily. Sven, still unsure of what to do, nervously moved his hand to touch the dragon's neck, his knuckle brushing the small white scales. The dragon chirped softly, seeming to smile up at him with an open mouth. Growing more brave, Sven moved his hand up the dragon's neck, eyes unblinking as he gingerly rubbed Ranek's head.

"You can speak?" Sven asked aloud.

Yes. The hatchling responded with a small coo.

"Extraordinary." Sven breathed softly.

Ranek nuzzled his hand, eyes closing in comfort. Lifting the dragon in to his arms, Sven stood, still cradling the baby reptile. The newborn yawned, stretching out his long toes before curling up against his chest. Holding Ranek there with one arm, Sven used the other to grasp the mare's reigns. The horse was nervous and snorted loudly, unhappy with the new companion.

"He's not going to hurt you. Does that look like the face of a killer?" Sven inquired.

The horse was unamused and flicked her dark tail in to Sven's face. How's that for an answer? The farmer chuckled softly and mounted the mare anyways. She easily picked her way down the rest of the ridge until there was flat ground under her hooves. Sven coaxed her in to a trot, kicking at her sides. She knew the way home and it would give Sven time to admire the snoozing dragon curled on his arm. What a blessing it was, especially for somebody of his background. Half human, half elf, with no right in either world. That was why he lived so far out in the country, where judging eyes couldn't belittle his mixed blood. The dragon shifted in his arms, stretching out more comfortably.


The horse was out if the thin trees, walking now, heading up a grassy hill. At the top the mare paused and snorted. Down in the small valley was a simple brown house and next to it a small barn. A man was working in the fields behind the barn and a woman was guiding a horse around a small wooden pen. Sven whistled and lifted up his hand in a wave. The woman, his mother looked away from the horse and to her son coming down the hill. She waved back as the mare Sven rode trotted down in to the farm valley.

The young farmer lead the mare in to the barn, sliding out of the saddle and on to the hay strewn floor. The dragon stirred awake, blinking his large grey eyes as he took in his surroundings. Sven smiled as the white dragon scrambled out of his arms to sit on the wooden fence separating the horse stalls. The mare was put in to one of these stalls, the reigns and saddles being taken off. Ranek gave a playful growl at the mare, baring his tiny little teeth. The horse snorted, billowing air at him. The dragon cooed but suddenly screeched as the large black stallion in the other stall whinnied loudly. Ranek leaped off the fence and on to Sven's shoulders.

"It's okay, they won't hurt you." Sven comforted, petting his head reassuringly.

The dragon growled softly as the stallion nickered, pawing the ground. Sven chuckled and let his fingers run over the four tiny bumps on Ranek's head where there would soon be sharp horns. What did a dragon eat? Bugs? Rats? Sven didn't know, but he had to find out soon. Already Ranek was back on the fence, prowling across it as he sniffed the air. He scrambled up a wooden beam and in to the loft. Uh oh. The chickens let out shrill squawks and clucks of fear, scattering out of the upper floor and down to the barns hay floor, fluttering their wings frantically as they ran out in to the fields. Sven heard crunching noises and started up the loft ladder, as he came to the too he saw the white dragon muzzle deep in to the fat chicken's flesh. His white mouth was stained red as he looked up from his meal to acknowledge Sven's presence.

"Savage little thing, aren't you?" Sven chuckled as Ranek swiped a soft pink tongue over his maw before diving back in to the fresh chicken.

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Ryuu felt his stomach growl and he lifted his head up to look around. Sierra? You don't perhaps have any food on you..do you? the young male dragon asked, watching her with big golden orbs. Sierra shook her head, rubbing her eyes as she yawned. "Sorry. I do not, Ryuu." Sierra peeked outside and saw the storm was still ongoing, though the slight calmness startled her. "You might be able to hunt for lizards or small mice in the cave though.." Sierra murmured calmly, her eyes flitted open for a brief few seconds before shutting again. Ryuu snorted and jumped out of her lap, making Sierra miss the warmth he had possessed. Ryuu started off into the deep dark cave, he sniffed around and lashed his small tail out, trying to scare some of the little critters out into the open. A small cave mouse tried to scurry into it's hole but Ryuu snapped it in his jaws before it had time to process the pain it was now in. Ryuu snapped the mouse's neck with a quick flick of his head. He gobbled it into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Ryuu continued to look for some more mice, he returned to Sierra with a few mice in his jaw, he had eaten quite a few by himself. Sierra wrinked her nose and looked down at Ryuu. "What's this?" she asked curiously, she grabbed the dead mice by their tails. You need to eat, otherwise you will starve to death, especially in this weather Ryuu murmured. Sierra sighed, she grabbed a stick and some flint she'd borrowed from her father's shop, she began to throw some sticks together. She grabbed the flint and a nearby stone, she flicked the two stones together and sparks began to fly. A dim glow showed and soon a small fire started. Sierra bent close to the fire and blew softly on it, making it a bit larger. She grabbed a large stick from her pile and grabbed the curved dagger from her boot. She began to sharpen the stick and put the mice on the stick. She placed the stick over the fire and began to roast them. The burning mice didn't smell the best but it was better than no food at all. Sierra grabbed the waterskin and took a few sips from it, enjoying the cool liquid as it seeped down her throat. She sighed and continued watching the roasting mice, her stomach growled. Ryuu curled beside her and watched the flames with curious eyes.

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It had been a long journey through the forest. The storm and rain made the trip miserable as each thunder roar had nearly spooked his horse into sprinting for cover. The torch, he had been using for the most of the journey, he had ditched as the rain kept putting it out, and his patience had ran out as well. Karvoth mused on the situation. He had been in the east fighting in the wars for coin, and earning more then a few when a boy ran to him with a missive. One bearing the mark of the dragon, of the Foresworn. It contained only the location of where he was to go, and he had to admit, he respected the amount of cloak and dagger the Foresworn used.

The forest contained many things, and awhile back, he could have sworn to see light coming from within a cave, but decided that whatever, or whoever, was in there was not a concern of his. His thoughts were returned to the present when he saw it. The large tower stretching out above the trees and into the sky.

The decrepit stone tower stuck out like a sore thumb within the canopies of the evergreen forest, but that was probably its purpose. The rain crushing through the leaves and pines of the trees made it difficult to hear the sound of the forest, but despite this Karvoth was still able to make out the slight rustling of a bush, but did not stop to gaze at it because he had more pressing matters. The storm gave the tower a rather grim appearance as it bathed it in darkness as the thunder roared above, but then, it was always some ominous or grim place.

With a deep breath, Karvoth approached the great door to the tower. Unlike the tower itself, the door was well maintained; fashions from solid oak with great metal studs reinforcing it. At the center sat a great steel dragon head, its mouth open and fangs bare. Above its head, strange emblems were carved; ເອົາແຂ້ວເລ່ືອແລະການພົວພັນຊຶ່ງປ້ອນຂອງທ່ານ. Karvoth let his hand run over the etched lettings mumbling something under his breath about old men and their secrets. Taking a moment to pray to whatever gods cared enough to listen, he slowly stuck his hand inside the dragons mouth and grasped the back fang. He paused for a moment, before pulling on it and yanking it out.

A great snapping sound echoed in the forest as the doors locking mechanism was released, and the door slowly slid forward with a long creak. The smell of decay and stagnation was almost enough to have him choking. Almost, but when you have smelt death on a massive scale as he had, few things could truly compare. A faint light came from as flickering torches were hanging from the wall, and above a great stair that descended down into the abyss below. Pausing to look back at the raining forest; he entered the dark portal.

Karvoth did find the tower to be pleasantly warm, and he did manage to take the time to examine the back of the door and saw that he could shut the door and place the fang back to re-lock it, but chose to leave it open. He pocked the metal fang after hearing another rustle in the bushes. Karvoth reached up and threw off his hood, letting his long brown hair fall out. It gave him a sense of comfort from the familiar action, and as he descended the stairs, he rubbed his hands trying to will them to warm up beneath the leather gloves.

It was a long walk as the stairs were incredibly long, but he did not hesitate as he pushed open the wooden door at the base to the bright room beyond. Karvoth had to put his hand over his eyes as the sheer amount of light blinded him for a second before receding away to reveal a robed man sitting at a table. The candles in the room flickered and danced, and from the amount of melted wax at their base, Karvoth assumed the man had been here for quite some time. His eyes slid over the rest of the room from the rows upon rows of dusty tomes to the cobwebs that hung from the unlit chandelier that dangled dangerously loose over the table.

The robed man began to cough violently, but through the coughs; he waved Karvoth forward and managed to crook out, "Come sit. I don't have all day."

"I doubt you have any time at all left in you." Karvoth said dryly, but did as the man bid him to and approached the table ignoring the way the man tried to cough and laugh at the same time. Despite the seemingly sick nature of the man, Karvoth kept his hand on the hilt of his bleed. There was one rule to staying alive in his line of the work: Believe everyone wants you dead.

Seeing the man not take any threatening movements, Karvoth lowered himself into his seat and finally got a good look at the man. Beneath his hood showed an ancient man with a wisp of hair dangling from his head, if Karvoth had to describe his features, it would be if a crow suddenly took on the appearance of a dried plum. The golden dragon claw hanging from the old mans neck told Karvoth all he needed to know.

"Keeper." Karvoth acknowledged. He was surprised that the Keeper himself was here as he was the 'loremaster' of the Foresworn. The record keeper and 'all knowing' man. Till this moment, Karvoth believed him to be more of a myth then a man.

"If you are quite done worshiping the ground I walk on. Lets get down to business." The old man said gruffly, Karvoth was about to point out that there was no worshiping going on as why bow to someone that looked like an old rug? But he was cut off, "I assume you know why you are here?"

Karvoth leaned back in his chair, "Of course." Dragons. Another one had been born, and they were gathering members of the Foresworn to hunt it down.

The old man's hand shook as another series of coughs threatened to overwhelm him, but Karvoth did not rise or offer to help; instead he simply watched and waited.

"Yes. More of them has been born." The old man said confirming the fact in his mind, the knowledge left Karvoth a little bewildered. Them? In his six years, only once did two dragons be born in a short period of time.

"Seven." The old man said in a whisper.

"Seven.." Karvoth said, before shaking his head, "But. That's not possible." There were simply not enough dragons left for so many to be born at once, and he did not like it at all. Such a thing was a bad omen. He was not a superstitious man, but this sent the hairs on his neck standing.

"I have never seen it before either." The keeper confirmed, "But It assures us that, indeed, seven have been born." It. The Foresworns reliable source of information on the birthing of dragons was in fact a dragon itself. An ancient dragon, but Karvoth did not trust dragons nor their riders, "You are sure?" He asked once more.

"Of course I am!" The keeper barked, "Do you think I would be sitting with a half-wit like you if I wasn't sure?"

"Point taken." Karvoth conceded leaning back in his chair and letting his mind race. So many dargons. So much gold waiting, but also so many Riders he would have to deal with. He had fought many, and they always had strange powers, but despite that. He had yet to fail.

"I don't suppose you have any idea as to where they might be?" Karvoth asked, but the keeper shook his head, "If I knew that, then I wouldn't need you would I?"

Karvoth shook his head, the ancient dragon could tell them when a dragon was born and even give them a general area, but never precise locations, but then, if it did there would be little need for people such as him. Perhaps it was a silver lining.

"It did tell us that many were born along this mountain and forest range." The Keeper said pointing to the map on the table, and Karvoth did not fail to notice they were inside the forest, "I see." He said softly. That was why he was called here. He had little doubt that all the foresworn were being called it. Given that so many dragons had awoken; they would need as many as possible to cover the ground, but it would be a long process. The world was large, and trying to find seven people inside such a large world was near impossible.

The floor creaked above, and the Keepers eyes shot up, "What was that? Did you lock the door?" He asked with narrowed eyes.

"Must have slipped my mind." Karvoth said dismissively, but did lower his hand to the hilt of his sword.

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Character Portrait: Nero Durenn Character Portrait: Luna Character Portrait: Riley Hunt Character Portrait: Khothara
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Riley couldnt help but smile knowing he wasnt a bad human. Her smile was light and cheery no fear left as she picked Luna up. She looked behind her to see the sky was slowly clearing.
"it looks like its mostly stopped raining, so what are you going to do? Geez i have never had a friend before it feels great....we are friends now right?" Riley walked out of the cave and let her skin suck in the warm sun that peeked through the dismissing clouds. She looked at him and blushed. She never saw it before being to afraid of him but this boy was handsome! Luna crawled onto her shoulder and made a purring noise, nuzzling Riley's neck.

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It took a second for the newly dubbed Fraener to hop off the shrine where his cracked egg sat, he bounded towards Maximilian. The world seemed to spin in a surreal haze for Maximilian and he had trouble comprehending it, just thirty minutes ago he was making his way through the forest travelling north, lo and behold he had spotted a hut and now this... it was all too much. He felt a nudge and noticed Fraener was nudging his ankle, Maximilian looked down his gaze meeting Fraener's eyes, I told you my name, what's yours? Fraener inquired timidly.

Maximilian paused before stumbling, "Uh... I'm Maximilian." He had only noticed he still had his sword raised, it was also covered in the beast-man's blood, using his sleeve he wiped it with his other hand, doing so reminded him of the injury he had sustained and he winced; the wound had stopped bleeding but it still hurt. After he wiped the blade clean he twirled it in his good hand before sliding it back into the scabbard. All the more Fraener watched curiously, he couldn't help but notice the wound on Maximilian wrist.

Are you alright? Your hand looks injured Fraener spoke softly, worry was evident in his voice.

Maximilian raised an eyebrow before shaking his head, "No it's completely fine, don't worry about it."

The dragon seemingly pouted, But it's bleeding! He then shook his head, Can't you do anything about it?

"Yeah... now if you'd be quiet and let me do it." Maximilian leaned forward hushing Fraener. He bent one knee and adopted a crouched position, he put the beast-man's sword on the ground and rolled up a blood encrusted sleeve. Using his other hand he pulled out a small pouch while Fraener watched intently. Opening the small pouch he delicately dipped two fingers in before pulling them out, a grey mud covered his two finger tips. Letting out a sigh Maximilian brought his mud-covered fingertips to his injured wrist, he began gently massaging the mud onto his injury. The pain was sharp and Maximilian couldn't help but gasp.

What are you doing? Fraener said breathlessly as Maximilian continued massaging the mud into his injury.

"Well... I think I'm preventing chance for an infection." Maximilian noted coldly, he had never tried this mud before but the alchemist he bought it from endorsed it vigorously. The burning sensation on his wrist indeed told him it was having some affect, it hurt but it wasn't too hard to bear. Picking up the beast-man's sword off the floor again he stood up, he had only noticed it but the iron was cold, perhaps the blade wasn't so useless after all.

The sound of thunder echoed in the distance and rain began to hit the roof of the hut, Fraener glanced around uncertain. Maximilian rolled his eyes and sighed, Great... stay here in the witch's house or whatever the hell that thing was... or brave the storm and look for shelter Maximilian's thoughts echoed.

Witch's house? Fraener asked innocently much to Maximilian's surprise, Where exactly are we anyway? The young dragon asked.

Maximilian's eyes widened, his thoughts didn't seem that private anymore. "In the middle of nowhere... lets leave it at that." Pausing he then continued "I don't like this place..." He cast an eye over Fraener, he looked small, to small to walk, Maximilian offered his shoulder and the dragon climbed up perching itself there. Maximilian found an unspoken partnership was formed, although he strongly wanted to leave and say this never happened he couldn't. The two just assumed they'd be traveling together and that was that, there was no need to bring it up.

The pair left the small hut, the beast-man's corpse still visible in the overgrowth, rain softly pelting the pair then they began walking vaguely north. Trudging through the forest, deeper and deeper felt strangely quiet except for Fraener occasionally trying to spark a conversation there wasn't really much noise. The rain continued heavily, Maximilian felt soaked, he stopped when he saw a small opening in the rocks, a small but visible cave. Even though it was still morning, it'd be a nice resting place to wait while the rain stopped.

Fraener hopped from the perch on Maximilian's shoulder and onto the ground of the cave, Maximilian was doubled trying to start a fire. It didn't work, no matter how long he rubbed the twigs together, finally he turned to Fraener "Can't dragons breathe fire or something?" He whined obviously annoyed at his lack of success.

Thrusting his neck forward Fraener shook his head , No, not until we reach maturation anyway He circled the makeshift fireplace in a curious awe. Falling over defeated Maximilian sighed, sitting here cold would have to do he supposed. He watched Fraener circle the cave, So curious about the world Maximilian thought. Turning from Fraener he set his gaze outside the cave and sighed at the continuous rain.