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by Blue_Strife on Tue Feb 05, 2008 5:52 am
Victor was covered in rubble. The smaller man was having a hard enough time carrying the unconscious Constance, let alone having to avoid falling stones and debris as the dragon tried to bury them. Poking his head out of said rubble, he could not see the aforementioned beast anywhere. āWhere the hell did it go now?ā he wondered to himself, trying to stir his companion as he thought it safe for the moment. His blades were in reach next to the girl, just in case the creature reared its head again.
Far from the structure, Kray stalked across one of the bridges. He noticed a light from the other side of the cave. The only one with a light was Elisha- and the beast was headed for the last known location of it. He had to get there first if she wanted to stand a chance. It had the capability to throw him around like a rag-doll, so he only imagined what it could do to the significantly smaller girl, despite her being an assumed mage. Still carrying himself across the earthen bridge, he heard a growl from the side, and as he turned, was attacked by a small beast-ling of sorts. Much akin to a dog, it mauled his arm as he grunted, blood splattering as he pulled his dagger free. In two swift motions his sword clattered to the ground and the blade of his dagger impaled the beastās temple, killing it instantly. The carcass hit the ground with a thud, and he continued on, dagger sheathed and blade in hand; his free hand tightening a band of ripped cloth to his wound, attempting to stem the blood flow. Deeming the job decent enough, he picked up the pace, making it across the bridge, almost reaching his destination- before the dragon rose from the water before him, a thundering roar sounding from itās maw.
The girl seemed as if she was waking up; Victor was pleased, if only mildly. But soon enough, a slight growl could be heard as two beast-ling dogs enclosed on the thievesā location. Vic had noticed them almost too late as he reached for his blades, thrusting one into where he assumed one dogās chest would be, as the other short-sword parried the second ones teeth, throwing it back and to the ground. The main threat had left them alone, as a resounding roar could be heard from elsewhere in the cave, but it seemed not all would go as planned for Victor, raising his blades as the dog reared on itās haunches, preparing to leap yet again.
It didnāt take Kray long to react as he drew his dagger back, the plan from before coming to mind as the dragon launched its jaws towards him, hoping for a meal. Giving the creature nothing but rocks and crystal cave-wall for lunch, Kray flinched as he rolled away, most of the pressure being put on his already wounded arm. Trying to not waste time with his own pain, he threw his body up, leaping into the air, and brought the dagger down into the base of the creatureās neck. āThisāll work for the leverageā¦ hopefullyā¦ā thought the man, as the creature brought itās body back to position, a pained roar escaping itās gaping maw; Kray was again dangling from it, only this time, from his own dagger.
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Watching from the shadows of Kali Forest, a small sect of Arachi skittered about the ground, their legs scurrying in the dirt, arachnid fur being covered in it as they patrolled the borders of a meadow, per their motherās orders.
They were a simple-minded race, obedient to none other than Naki- they had no other drive in life but to hunt, feed, and kill, for Naki. Naki was their life. They were Naki. As close to being a collective-consciousness without being one if there ever was. So, when they were told to patrol the open areas of the forest, they did as told. And ālo and behold, they found something of interest. Peering from the shadows using the trees as cover, they saw creatures. Talking. Muttering foreign tongue in the night air. One walked a circle, before both laid to rest.
Arachi may be simple-minded, but stupid they were not. Only one went to scout, reaching the sleeping bodies. The walked circle had a swath of grass pressed down; boldly, the lone spider stepped over it as the others watched the consequences.
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