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Re: The Small Town of Bhaltor

Post  Bec on Fri Oct 05, 2018 11:16 pm

It was impossible, she simply couldn’t hold back the giggle. It bubbled and burst from her lips with stronger force than she’d expected. Lady Gwynn liked her? “She’s got a funny way of showing it!” she blurted, crawling fully onto the bed and curling up next to her betrothed before continuing, “I’d have never guessed that. I suppose you’re right, though, she’d just as easily throw me out the gates as any other villager if she wanted. Still, if she does like me, I would think it only because she knows you like me.”

She lingered in that thought for a moment, recalling all the times that the noblewoman had made a mockery of her. Gwynn; the name alone brought a sour taste to her tongue. The woman would openly berate and belittle her. While perhaps not public, it was embarrassing, and moreover it was downright scary. Yes, House Whittaker was technically part of the resistance, but she didn’t hold out much trust for the household outside of Triton. Triton was young, an open-minded and out-of-the-box thinker. He was the future of their house. Gwyn and Erik, however… they were the house’s past and present, and she had seen what they could do.

Rolling over, something dawned on her. She shot up like a rocket, grinning from ear to ear once again.

“But I know! I’ve something good to show her; surely she’ll approve of it. I found the most amazing horse. He’s a true stallion; lean and muscular. His coat is red as flame and shiny as a coin, and the way he moves… oh the way he moves, Triton. He’s truly something else. And he’s all mine! I couldn’t believe it!”

All the stars in the sky weren’t enough to compare to the ones sparkling in her eyes as she talked about the horse, seeming to be even more excited about it than the dragon. It was almost true, too. She’d never had her own horse before. Finally, she no longer needed to rely on Emile or Triton to escort her places. Now she could move on her own, quickly and without fear of being chased down were she to be attacked. It was an amazing thing. The experience of touching Veraxes was exhilarating, but just as much it was fleeting. This, however, was a lasting joy.

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Shaking her head gently, Shoe held up a hand in rejection to his offer. She leaned into Archaic for a moment, nuzzling his chest lightly with the back of her head. It was her way of reassurance that she would be alright.

Finally, she stood upright, stretching out her arms above her head.

“No. Thank you, Emile. That is not needed. And… I apologize, truly I do. I do trust that you observed the situation carefully… but I must do so as well, with my own eyes and my own judgement.”

With that, she turned around, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor. She continued disrobing until she was fully free of her cloth constraints, not even thinking twice about how Emile was standing right behind her.

Really, she didn’t register Emile someone worth worrying over. He wouldn’t look. He had no interest in her, nor she in him. Even if he did, he couldn’t keep up with her like Archaic could, and so she had little care for what he thought of her -- good or bad. Besides that, they all knew she couldn’t shift while clothed. It really shouldn’t be that big of an issue at this point.

She began her transformation. Her bones cracked and popped as she began to grow. Her skin stretched and tore to reveal the fur of the beast beneath. Truly it looked far more gruesome than it actually was. To her, it felt only as if she’d popped and stretched all of her joints and muscles, almost leaving her with a euphoric feeling immediately afterwards. Granted, this time, she had a massive wound that she’d torn open with her. To save her beloved from worrying, she ignored it. It was no easy task; the pain was immense, but she knew she had to do this.

She extended her hand to Archaic, gently cupping his face in her now monstrous paw. Gently, she drug her claws across his cheek. It was her way of saying goodbye in this form, wordless and brief.

Without skipping a beat, she took off, tearing through the camp and up into the forest above. The sooner she got there, the sooner she could return and get further treatment for her injury.
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Re: The Small Town of Bhaltor

Post  Agentized on Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:02 am

"Nnnnooo. I'm sure she's quite fond of your personality, my guess is that she just wants you to look the part of a noble. After all, looks are everything to the higher class. Well, looks and money." Triton closed his eyes with a small laugh. It was true. Some of the highest classes of nobles were among the biggest of pricks. They had their fancy looks and their mountains of coin. What need did they have to be nice to the lower class that worked endlessly and tirelessly to make their clothing, and till the farms which their food came from? Pft. Pompous idiots. At the very least, they could fein kindness and appreciation for the more common masses. That's what he did.

He could feel her jolt upright in the bed beside him, causing him to open his eyes and look over at her. She seemed excited, almost as excited and taken away as she had been when she had been speaking about the dragons. Or, more specifically, when she had touched Veraxes. He was awaiting her reveal; it was... a horse? Where did she get a horse from? Especially if it was as good of a horse as she claimed it to be? Now this was something that he had to see for himself.

"You've got yourself a horse? How?" He inquired, sitting up beside her with his head turned toward her as he looked for an answer, "Is that how you got here tonight?"

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Emile stayed quiet, observing Shoe for a moment before nodding a little bit.

"Fair enough. I understand. Things are always harder to believe when you do not see them with your own eyes." He replied, looking away as pulled off her clothing and shifted. It wasn't so much something he minded-- her being naked, or the sounds and sight of her shifting. He'd mostly looked away for courtesy and respect. He always did when she shifted in front of him. It was just who he was. Beside him, his horse snorted and danced slightly as the woman changed from a familiar human form to a more predator-like one, which lingered for a minute or so before it tore off through the camp towards the town.

Archaic sighed as she drug her claws gently across his cheek, looking to the wound at her side-- which he had caused. He shook his head slightly as she turned and took off.

"You're only going to kill me with worry you know!" He called after her, watching her go. Emile calmed his steed, looking to David.

"You going to go too?" He asked.

"Well... we need things for the horse, don't we?" David replied light-heartedly.

"So get on up and we can go." Emile smirked a little at his jest. David eyes him before hoisting himself into the saddle.

"Been a long time since I been on a horse." He commented, gathering up the reins.

"Yeah, well, just don't fall off. I'm not stopping to pick your old ass up." Emile grinned. David rolled his eyes as the Galalirin as he shifted form, taking up his lupin form. They too began toward the town, albeit it would take them longer to reach it than it would take Shoe to do so.

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Re: The Small Town of Bhaltor

Post  Bec on Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:38 am

“W- well, that’s kind of… the weird thing…”

Spoon looked away, trying to find the right way to word it. Honestly, she still wasn’t exactly sure how it’d happened herself. It was all a bit of a haze, it had happened so quickly that she wasn’t entirely sure it could be real. Surely she didn’t imagine it and just steal the horses, right? She chuckled at the thought, shaking her head as she pushed it aside. No, no. She knew what had happened. It was just… odd. More odd now that she thought about it.

“See, as I was leaving, I was saying my goodbyes and… he offered Emile and I a couple horses. Said he’d pay for them, any two we decided on from the stable. I knew Emile wouldn’t let me turn down the offer, and frankly I was quite the bit taken by the alcohol at the time, so… I didn’t object.”

She smiled at him, seeming content with that. “He seems nicer than I’d anticipated for the keeper of dragons. He didn’t say much, but my lack of enjoyment living as a noble seemed to resonate with him. I wonder if he truly cares to be the Prince; maybe we could have him join our cause, if we wanted.”

Grinning, she once again climbed into her lover’s lap. She rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes lazily and happily.

“Anyway, I can’t wait for you to see him. He’s a lovely horse indeed. He only needs a name now; I’ll have to get to know him better tomorrow.”

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Shoe’s ears flicked back in the camp’s direction as David called after her. She snorted, amused. It was nice to have someone who loved her so.

She ran, and she ran as far as her feet could take her. Every so often she would rest, making a point to go a bit more of a roundabout route to stop at as many sources of water as she could. She would wash her fur clean of blood, drink until her throat stopped burning, and then she would take off once more.

After quite a while of keeping this pace up, she arrived on the outskirts of the town. She felt it lucky that the Prince had decided to stay at an Inn on the border of the woods; she could hide much better, and she was sure Rook felt the same.

Turning her nose to the air, she scented for her fellow comrade. Upon finding him, she crept her way in his direction, silent as a whisper. She let out a few small chuffs, trying her best to alert him to her presence. She did not want to surprise him as she climbed up into the tree he had chosen. It’s thick branches and leaves made for great coverage, but that wasn’t the only thing good about it.

The Black Ant’s rooms were on the second floor, and this tree just so happened to be perfectly placed outside of the room that the noble Ashe Undarre was staying in. You know, because of lazy writing mere convenience. She turned to Rook, growling softly.

“What have you learned so far?”
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Re: The Small Town of Bhaltor

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He looked at her quizzically. What did she mean by 'that was the weird thing'? She hadn't stolen them, had she? No, he didn't think she'd do that. Not unless she had to. So what, then? Had she done something else questionable to obtain them? He didn't want to think further on that subject. He awaited her answer. Which, when it did leave her mouth, seemed almost worse than anything he'd ever imagined. The Prince had bought her and Emile horses. First she was drinking with the Prince, then this!? He was too preoccupied with this thought to even enjoy his beloved's display of affection, or concentrate on how excited she was to have her new horse.

"What do you mean the Prince bought you and Emile a couple horses?" Once again, the bitterness was in his voice-- and a little bit of jealousy returned too. This was absurd, and utterly insulting. This time, he would not brush it off or hold his words back.

"You shouldn't have taken them. What reason would he have to extend his coin like that to a stranger, or even the betrothed to a lower noble? Clearly his intentions were no good, as per usual. He was up to something, and I'd say you might have been too drunk to see it. Ashe is no good, and the money that he uses at the behest of the Crown? It's even worse." He berated, clearly overlooking all the positives to the situation, or the fact that it hardly mattered at this point; she'd already taken the horse, and it was a fine horse indeed. She could now travel farther and faster-- it was certainly safer too. He wasn't even about to listen to the fact that Ashe might be a good guy, or even might be willing to join their cause; it was far easier to try to convince her that he was right and that the Prince was still a no-good heathen. That the Heir to the Throne was still simply another head to the hydra that was the Crown. After all, if Ashe joined their cause and they won the fight against the Queen, well... Ashe was still the rightful Heir to Valkaria. However, if he were killed in the fight against the royal family, well... that left the throne open for anyone's taking. But especially a young noble such as himself. For him, there was no benefit in seeing Ashe as anything other than evil.

"The Prince let you drink with him... he told you nothing but kind words and spouted lies to sympathize with you... made you think he was a nice guy... then he lets you touch his dragon so you'll think he's the greatest person in the world to allow you such a privilege... then he buys you a really nice horse, a very expensive gift... and one for your escort, too... because he wants you to think he sincerely cares about you, and all the other little people in this world... Spoon, open up your eyes. What do you think he really wanted from a pretty young girl?" He scoffed with narrow eyes as if she might be the dumbest girl in the world. He instinctively grabbed her wrist in a tight hold, not thinking too hard about his own actions at this current moment.

"All he saw you as was a potential fun night. I bet he probably mentioned that he wasn't taken, too." He continued.

"I'd like to think that you really aren't this stupid or blind. I'm sure it's the drink talking. But really, Spoon?"

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Rook had been lurking outside the window for some time; the entire time that he had been the there, the candles in the room had never been blown out; not a single time. In fact, the Prince had not even sat down on the bed yet, or even stripped himself of his armor. Instead, he was leaning against the wall opposite the bed. Occasionally he would push himself off the wall and pace around the room, but then he would return to his spot on the wall for a little bit. Rook honestly wasn't sure what he was doing. Thinking, more than likely, but about what? He was so concentrated on trying to figure out what could be on Ashe's mind that the subtle chuffs from down below did startle him the slightest bit. However, after his mind fully registered what the sounds were, he was aware that Shoe would be joining him shortly. He paid little mind to her until she joined him on the branches.

"Not much. He's quiet. And quite restless tonight, it seems." He replied, "He's not gone to bed yet. Not even taken his armor off. Beats me, what the heck he's doing in there..." As he said that, Ashe had been what appeared to be pacing, but Rook had quickly realized that he was blowing out all the candles. It appeared the royal was finally going to bed-- no. Instead, he went to the door. He opened it out, went outside it, then shut it behind him. They'd now lost sight of him. Where the heck was he going? If he had blown out the candles, he certainly wasn't planning on being back for a decent span of time. Quietly climbing down from the tree, he quickly moved along the forest line to find a better spot where they could see the front of the Inn. He found one just as the Prince exited the establishment. The Heir began making his way toward the outskirts of the town, and only then did two things become apparent; one was that the Prince was drunk. Not horribly so to where he was stumbling all over the place and nearly falling over, but enough that walking a straight line and completely keeping his balance on the dirt was currently not his forte. The second, was that he was heading straight for the dragon that was lying dormant in the grass just outside of town. So, Rook followed him silently along the treeline until he reached the beast, keeping far enough away that he wouldn't be detected so easily, and hoping that the forest would mask his scent should the breeze carry in their direction. The dragon opened its eyes and lifted its head off the ground as its master approached, chirping quietly to him. With a delighted smile the Prince reached out his hands to touch the dragon's snout lovingly.

"Hhheeyyy buddy... sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I couldn't sleep tonight, myself. Not that the Inn isn't great, but... I dunno. I don't think I'd have been able to sleep tonight, regardless of where I was. Maybe because of the drinks, maybe from stress, maybe it's just one of those nights." He began, speaking to the dragon as if it were human; as if it could understand every word that left his mouth. The intelligent animal seemed to be picking up every word, listening intently. When he was finished speaking, it let out a soft, throaty call, and he smiled. putting a hand over his face as he slowly sunk down into the grass with a sigh. Almost immediately the dragon scooted forward so that he was near pressed against its chest. With a small laugh, he turned so his back was leaning against the dragon's chest. Veraxes then lowered his head and neck to the ground beside him with a purr as Ashe rested a hand on the side of his neck and closed his eyes. One could tell simply by observing that they had done this many times before.

"At least if I've no one else, I've got you, faithful friend." He would lie there for awhile. Being at Veraxes' side was far more comforting than any four walls could ever be.

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Re: The Small Town of Bhaltor

Post  Bec on Sat Oct 06, 2018 7:42 pm

Taken aback by his tone, Spoon’s giddiness quickly turned to confusion. She turned to face him, eyebrows furrowed sadly as her eyes widened. She began to twiddle her fingers.

She fought with herself to find the right words, doing her best to form a proper rebuttal to Triton’s insinuation of ill-intent. “I- I just thought… I figured he was being kind. You’re an unusual noble, what if… can there be no more?”

Her whole body tightened as he berated her, eyes threatening to well over with tears. She choked them back. Racked with fear, a feeling of illness overcame her. Her head pounded. The malevolence of the lights burned into her corneas, forcing her eyes shut tightly as she finally broke into silent sobs.

“I… am no fool!” she spat, grinding her teeth in protest. She couldn’t look at him. She did not want to see the expression he carried. It frightened her. But till, she would not sit idly by as he tore her down. Mustering up all the courage she had, she locked eyes with him; her face wet with distress. Her fist tightened and shook within his grip.

“I saw the same kindness within him that I have seen within you! Perhaps I saw wrong, but that does not make me into some sort of idiotic damsel! Even if I was, believe me I know that I am not worth the eyes of admirers. I am muscled, broad-shouldered and dull! My hands are calloused and my face is plain; I am a peasant’s pursuit, not a prince’s!”

Biting her lip, she couldn’t hold in the heartbreak as it spilled forth from her lips. These thoughts were not impulsive, they had been clearly thought before. She still could not understand how a noble would ever find her appealing. How could Triton see all these beautiful, exotic and unique women, day in and day out, and yet remain faithful to her? It made no sense. She was rash, untamed and stubborn; she forced him to share their relationship in an equal manner, where he was used to being the sole decider. She wanted it to work so badly, but he was just so much better than her, and she feared deep down that it would be their downfall.

She could no longer contain herself, her face lit with a flame that could not be extinguished. In this moment she reflected the image of her mother perfectly.

“How little do you think of me, that I would cheat? Drunk or not, I am faithful! You are my beloved, and I am yours alone!” she cried, pulling desperately at her own hair with her free hand, “I am not blind! Now stop this nonsense! I was only drinking with him for the information, nothing more! Who cares if I use him for his money? It’s not as if he’ll be getting anything from me! So just… stop!”

She yanked against his grip, shaking her head angrily as she tried to pull away. She wanted to leave. She didn’t care at this point, she wanted to far away from here. Damn the cause, damn the prince, damn Triton. It was all too exhausting, and she needed to escape.

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The lycaness cocked her as they pursued the Prince. Where was he going at this time of night? He was drunk and alone in the dark, wandering the streets of an unfamiliar town. What could possibly be worth that amount of risk? This place certainly wasn’t the most fond of him. It just seemed to be a recipe for disaster.

Then, it clicked. Her maw fell agape. She tensed, tail tucking snugly between her legs. Her ears pinned and her eyes widened. It was there. The dragon, it was alive and breathing, and it accepted the Prince into its space as if he were one of its own. Just as quickly as it had come, her fear turned to anger. A small growl escaped her and she shifted into a more aggressive posture. Eyes narrowing, she watched the beast; carefully observing the placement of each plate of armor, scanning its ever movement for openings, mentally mapping out potential weak spots.

Her ears pricked at the Prince’s use of the word ‘faithful’, tapping her companion’s shoulder with one gigantic claw.

“Just how faithful can a lizard be?” she hissed, keeping her voice as a low rumble. “Memorize his words; write them, if you’ve brought materials. I will be watching the dragon.”
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Post  Agentized on Sun Oct 07, 2018 5:56 pm

"Perhaps you are no fool on any normal night but tonight you clearly you are not thinking, sober or drunk!" Triton spat.

"My family has seen with our own two eyes what the Undarres are capable of! They have power and money and nothing better to do than to keep the people in their place so that they will always remain on top! The Prince is the very face of that campaign! The Queen tells him to arrest people, and he does. The Queen tells him to kill people, and he does. He never questions her. In fact, sometimes he is judge, jury, and executioner against people who he decides have committed crimes of his own imagination! He and I are far from the same." He growled, riled from her words, even though he knew differently than the words that were coming from his mouth. He was easily getting lost in his own lie against Ashe, but it only made it more believable-- or at least, it made it believable that he genuinely thought that was the truth about Andaria's son.

"Whether or not you were pretty in his eyes makes no difference! You were at the Black Ant, how many women fancy that establishment in that town? I'd make a bet you were the only woman in there at the time! Sometimes, that's enough for some men! But that's beside the point, whether or not you would or would not cheat the damage has been done; if the Prince really knows the truth about my House!? If he was trying to advance on you and you lead him on by accepting those advances and taking his gift, at this point all he needs to say is that he fucked you good tonight and who do you think the people would believe!? You, a peasant girl only known for being my beloved-- even if I and my parents vouched for you being here tonight, or the Prince to the entire planet!? All he'd have to do is feign ignorance to the fact that you were my betrothed and you'd forever be known as a whore and the reputation of my House will be damaged irreversibly! What good would we be to the cause if our House held no sway in the Crown!? If you thought my mother despised you before, she'd have you hanged!" She had been yanking against his grip, so he finally released her wrist from his grasp. Since she'd wanted to get away from him so bad, he thought he'd help her; he didn't want her near him right now either. So, in the heat of the moment, he aggressively shoved her away. Almost immediately, his gut twisted in regret-- he shouldn't have done that. This entire conversation had gone so south, and he'd said many things that he shouldn't have said. This wasn't the way things were supposed to be.

"Shit. I'm so sorry Spoon. This entire argument is fucking stupid. Fuck." The regret there was genuine.

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Rook had been carefully observing the Prince and his dragon when he'd felt the tap on his shoulder. Looking over at Shoe, he gave a small shrug.

"Beats me. Hell if I know anything about dragons." He wanted to ask what good memorizing or writing down all of the Prince's words might do, but he wasn't willing to question Shoe on the matter.

"I've not brought anything with me, save my weapon. But I'll do my best to be able to recite his words." He replied. The Prince seemed utterly content with his current position against the dragon's chest, neck, and leg. It was almost like a perfect cradle there; perhaps he had even nodded off. It was difficult to tell from this distance. However, the reptilian animal slightly lifted his head, taking in a few quick deep inhales, as if it were scenting for something. The animal then returned its head to the ground with a low rumble from its throat and chest, beginning to slowly curl the end of its tail from side to side in the grass and brush. After a few minutes Ashe's light blue eyes opened as the dragon shifted slightly to outstretch a wing, exposing just how unarmored they were.

They needed to be flexible, and couldn't be weighed down without completely grounding the giant lizard. While the bones and ligaments within the limbs were large, the thin flesh of the wing itself could be easily compromised, and they were a large target; there were gaps in the armor, but not many along the vital parts, and what gaps were there were in those regions were no bigger than the width of an arrow, which wouldn't be enough to cause a fatal blow. To be noted, there were leather straps which buckled the armor in place, which could be cut or hacked off if one could land a good enough blow, but it would be tough to achieve without immediately being grabbed or set on fire first, unless another held the attention of the animal and for some reason it hadn't already taken to the sky. The wings were without a doubt the dragons' biggest visible weakness. However, that weakness would still prove difficult to hit once the beast was moving through the air; this proved especially true with Veraxes.

The giant lizard folded its wing again, shifting for a second time to stretch its other wing before retracting it back to its side. All in all, its full wingspan was probably as large as the creature itself was long. Having finally settled again in the grass, Ashe used the mythical creature's chest plate as an anchor as he pushed himself into a standing position. Using Veraxes' neck as a guide in the darkness and to his slightly drunken stupor, he made his way to the head of the animal again. Kneeling, he took the lizard's head in his hands, beginning to rub the golden-brown scales with a smile. Like a giant puppy, the dragon began to chirp and purr, leaning his head into Ashe's hands. He then shoved his head into Ashe's chest, nearly knocking the Prince backward-- the only reason why he didn't was because Ashe grabbed onto the dragon's faceplate with one hand and put the other on the ground behind him to keep himself from falling backward onto his own ass with a surprised, 'whoa!', which was shortly after followed by a laugh.

"Easy, bud. I'm already drunk, don't take me out too." He began rubbing the dragon's face again. With more care than he'd had the first time, Veraxes rubbed his head against Ashe.

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Post  Bec on Tue Oct 09, 2018 2:58 am

As he spoke, Spoon sat and listened in broken silence; her face a wreck of unfortunate emotions. She shook her head, shutting her eyes tight and covering her ears. She didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to hear any of it. It couldn’t be avoided; he was right. Like it or not, she was affiliated in the affair of nobles. With that came responsibility. She had acted out of turn, and the consequences of such actions could be dire. Not only for House Whittaker, but for the entire Rebellion as well.

They had put so much stock in the place the Whittakers held in the royal hierarchy; they’d spent years planning their attack around their position. Without their status as nobles, what would become of their plans? They would all be ruined, and it would all be her fault. All Prince Undarre would need to do is snap his fingers, and bang, it was all over. And for what? An evening spent without any truly substantial informational gain. It was a waste.

Even more than that, what of her beloved? What would they make of him? Ashe could destroy him in a second, flat. He could abolish his entire being and kick his family to the curb. Their livelihood, their name, their belongings… their entire life would be flipped around. Perhaps they were not the kindest of souls, but it was not as if they lacked emotion. They had ties to this place. To this keep. To their heritage and history as a House. To lose it all would be… devastating. Suddenly seeing it from Triton’s perspective, she understood why he was so irate.

She felt it as he recoiled, looking up to him as he pushed back at her. Spoon’s eyes widened in shock as she was flung forcefully out of the way. Gasping, she arched her back in pain as the wooden bed frame broke her fall. Letting out a cry, she curled up tightly at the foot of the bed, grasping her head in her hands.

Her sobs were suppressed within the plushness of his comforters, and she wriggled into them. Slowly, carefully, she sat upward. Everything was as a daze. Her vision distorted, she brought her hands down to eye-level, realizing they were covered in blood. She turned to Triton, defeated and pathetic. A look of sorrow swept over her entire being, and she sniffled.

“I am… so sorry. You… you need not apologize. This is my fault. I wasn’t thinking, a- and… now your family’s name could be at stake. I will make it right. I will find a way. Somehow… even if Emile has to shake him down, he will be kept silent. It… it’s important, I know that now. I’m so sorry, Triton.”

Touching a finger to her forehead, she winced. Hot and sticky from fresh blood, it was tender to the touch. A bruise, perhaps? She wondered how badly she must’ve hit it to draw blood like this. She wasn’t even entirely sure where the liquid was coming from. In her woozy state, she shakily gestured to her bag.

“Can you get me some… bandages, from there? A wet cloth may help… ah, it’s a bit hard to think straight. I… I can’t tell if it’s from hitting my head, the alcohol, or the emotions… Keep an eye on me, please? I’d hate to pass out and ruin your good sheets.”

She joked halfheartedly, happy to see that even in this state she had a sense of humor.

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As the dragon raised his head, Rhasta’s body went stiff with alarm. She couldn’t tell for sure, but she was almost certain it had growled. ’Has it spotted us?’ she thought, hunkering lower into the ground. It seemed, however, that the Prince had not tuned in to anything; in that moment, she was grateful for her daughter’s tolerance.

If the dragon had truly growled, it must’ve only been in warning. The beast seemed not to care for moving from its spot. She watched the creature wrap itself around its master, wondering to herself if it was protecting him. It had certainly scented for something; but how could it tell their ill-intent from smelling the air? Could it sense their malice? Questions popped into her mind one after another, and the lack of answers was infuriating.

She scratched at her head. Then, the beast did something truly spectacular. She watched in awe as it stretched a massive wingspan across its body, obscuring the town from view behind it. Her eyes flitted across the leathery membrane that stretched betwixt the dragon’s fingers. It was unarmored and large; a prominent target. The thought struck her that they may be able to ground the beast should they destroy that target. But then, there was still the issue of killing it. Grounded or no, a dragon was still a dragon, with all the teeth and claws and fire that came along with that.

She watched for a moment more, listening to its chirping and purring as she racked her brain for ideas. Then, it hit. The world went silent around her, and her eyes opened wide to a brand new possibility. A toothy smirk spread across her maw. This was perfect.

Grunting, she glanced down at her wound. The blood had begun to seep between the gaps in her fingers from where she held her hand above it. Her time there was done. She turned away, beginning back on the trek to home.

“I’ve learned what I needed to know. I leave the rest to you, Rook.” she informed and instructed. “I doubt you’ll be doing much more here; that is no Prince. Just a drunken fool.”

The dragons were certainly a nuisance, but she believed she’d found their trump card.
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"Shit..." He hadn't meant to push her, especially not that hard. He had acted without thinking. As if that weren't bad enough, he certainly wasn't prepared to see her face covered in the thick red liquid when she finally sat upright at the end of the bed. He hadn't thought it would be that bad. His eyes widened with sheer panic.

"Fffuuuccckkk...!" He didn't know what to do or where to begin. In fact, she might have been more well-informed and level-headed about it than he currently was. Maybe that was because of the alcohol, maybe it wasn't. Right. Bandages. To stop the bleeding. That would help. That was a start. He reached for her bag, haphazardly reaching to grab it and pull it to him. He clumsily fumbled through it in an attempt to grab the gauze from inside, pulling it forth with shaky hands. He paused, taking a brief second to actually think about what little he had been taught about administering aid for something like this. He then moved to her, pressing some of the bandages to her head carefully, but firmly. Everything else about what had just taken place seemed to not have mattered to him anymore. All that mattered was making sure the bleeding stopped.

"I'm so sorry, Spoon. I-I didn't mean to. Just... keep that pressed against your head. Hard. I'll go get a cloth o-or something." He said, making sure she was holding it before he made a dash for the door, making sure to shut it completely behind him. He didn't want anyone else to see. It took him what seemed like forever before he returned with a wet cloth in-hand. He went to her, gently beginning to dab the red hot sticky liquid off her face. He seemed determined to do right by her for his inexcusable actions. Or... was it that he was determined to clean up the mess that he had made for himself?

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Rook looked to Shoe with a nod.

"Unfortunately so." He agreed with her comment.

"... you just had to spook it, didn't you?" Hushed voices were drawing closer from within the forest. Yet, even as quiet as it was, the voice was familiar and distinguishable. It was Archaic.

"Okay. I'll admit; that was my fault." Emile's quiet voice came as a reply.

"No shit it was your fault." Archaic shot back.

"Yeah, well, I'm the one who had to chase him down and get him back." Emile retorted.

"And my ass was the one in the dirt while you had to go get him back." They emerged through the foliage, seeing Shoe and Rook-- as well as Ashe and the dragon behind them.

"Holy shit, that thing's huge." David said with surprise.

"I bet Shoe's never said that about you." Emile couldn't help it. He'd presented himself with that one.

"Maybe not, but you have." The human replied cheekily. If Emile had been in his human form, his cheeks would have gone red. Instead, he went silent. Rook could barely withhold a chuckle-- a surprise, given that nothing usually stirred much emotion from him.

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Dazed, she nodded to her beloved in compliance. She held the bandages firmly to her head. She wobbled a bit, putting a hand down to stabilize herself.

Her mind, previously racing, had become numb. The world had faded from red to grey, and so she sat in silence, staring thoughtlessly at the pattern that adorned the sheets. Slowly, her gaze shifted to the arm that held her upright. She hadn’t noticed them before, but there were red prints marking her skin where Triton had held her. She quietly pulled her hand into her lap, hiding it between her thighs as he returned.

She set the bandages aside as he got to work, giving him a soft smile in return for his efforts. Gently she shook her head, placing her unmarked hand in his lap.

“I… I am better now. I’m sorry. Please, don’t worry… it is okay, really. It was an accident. Things got heated… I’m sorry. I’m okay, love. I just… I just want to get this cleaned up, and get to sleep.”

They had an important visitor tomorrow. Neither he nor she needed this to ruin their preparations.

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“Could you two be any louder?”

Shoe let one ear drop as she recognized the voices as they approached. She smiled to them in greeting, with a flick of her tail in amusement at their banter. Listening in to their conversation, she couldn’t help but let out a subtle laugh.

Shuffling up against Archaic, she took his hair in her hands. She watched as the silky threads fell through her rough fur. She pressed her chest against the back of his head, draping her well-toned arms around him as she rested her head protectively atop his shoulder. Her eyes filled with a sultry sarcasm, she watched Emile from her perch. It couldn’t be helped; he was fun to tease when he was embarrassed.

“Oh, but you’re wrong, Emile. Sorry to burst your bubble; you shouldn’t be so modest, dear,” she said, flashing a canine grin. Coyly, she drug her tongue along Archaic’s cheek before nuzzling her nose into his neck. “I’m pretty sure I had the same reaction as Emile the first time.”

Releasing him she laughed, waving apologetically at the smaller lupin with a closed-eyed smile.

“Couldn’t help it. You started it.”

Returning to a more serious expression, she planted herself down to the ground. Taking her seat, she waited for the new arrivals to follow suit before speaking. She watched them, nodding slightly before turning her sights to the dragon. She was sure to keep her voice low.

“The wings. We could ground the beast should they be torn. It is armored most everywhere else, aside from that spot. That spot, and inside the beast. If we are to kill one, it must be through the mouth, as it goes to attack us.” she stated plainly, nodding to herself as she spoke. “I believe I see leather straps holding the plates together. It would be a more roundabout way, but if we were to disrobe the beast we might best it as well.”
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Triton continued to softly dab and wipe the cloth against her skin, clearing away the crimson liquid that had poured from her injury. He wasn't satisfied until most of the blood had been clearing away, and he could see the full extent of her wound. It wasn't as bad as he thought-- he'd expected it to be bigger, with the amount of blood that had erupted from her head. It was like a little bit of weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He certainly wasn't proud of what he'd done to her, but he was relieved that it seemed like she would be okay. If he had seriously hurt her, well... he may have been an asshole, but he was certainly no murderer. Not yet, at least. Not to mention what something like that would have done with his family's relationship to the rest of the rebellion. Her parents were the leaders of that endeavor, after all. It was funny, it was almost like poetic justice... this had happened because he was berating Spoon for the very thing he had done; compromising an important relationship based on stupid impulses. Only, what he had done was arguably far worse, depending on who you would ask.

"Yeah... yeah, I think it will be best if we just lie down and get some sleep. I think we both need it. I'm sorry, Spoon. What I did was stupid, I didn't mean for you to get hurt. It'll not happen again, I promise." He said apologetically with a slight nod.

"I'll go put away this cloth and get Gael to make you some ice for your head. At the very least, it'll help in the morning. In the meantime, you should try to lie down and sleep." He said, rising from the bed with the blood-stained cloth in hand. He exited the room again, this time taking much longer to return. When he finally came back, it was a different cloth that he held in his hands-- no doubt wrapped around some ice. He set it on the bedside table on her side, going around to his side to climb onto the bed. It would be a long night for him. How could he sleep soundly after that?

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David grinned at her words, knowing how uncomfortable they were making the Galalirin.

"You two are something else... it's almost as if you were made for each other." Emile snorted in response, turning his head away-- feigning as if he had heard something in the woods behind him, or that an interesting scent had drifted by in the wind. Anything to hide his embarrassment. Honestly, he was quite cute when he was frazzled. Such a modest creature, Emile was. Aw. Not too many like him in this world. Seeing his love sit on the ground before them, Archaic did the same, also looking to the creature beyond the woods, and its master. Emile finally gave them his full attention once more, walking over and sitting down beside Archaic, listening in to Shoe's ideas.

"I agree. I think shoving a spear into the back of its throat would be the easiest way, from what I can see." David agreed. The smaller lupin stayed quiet on the matter, his silver eyes never leaving the scaled creature. While they discussed the gruesome topic of murdering such a magnificent beast, he could hardly fathom the thought. For one, the idea that they might ever be able to actually kill one...? Would they be able to accomplish such a task? It seemed to impossible before they'd ever met one, because they'd never really known their weaknesses. Even now, they were still taking a guess, albeit this time it was an educated guess. Before it would have been a shot in the dark. But second, just the idea of ending the beautiful animal's life... he understood the necessity of it; it was an extension of the Crown, and would protect the Crown and fight against them. However, having seen just how gentle they can be, and being such rare creatures... he didn't want to see one die. He doubted Spoon would enjoy that, either. If only it wouldn't have to come to that.

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