| Subject: Well, that one was for the Dranlings, so here's one for the Riders. |
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Keira/ A'rian/ M'kar/ Taryn/ Deleria/ D'rian/ Liena
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Date Posted: 16:33:19 07/01/02 Mon
Keira shuddered and readjusted her seat in the high-cantled saddle, palming the pommel of her sword. Adrenaline had already began to trickle through her, slow at first, but now a gentle flow that filled her, singing a sweet death-song that hummed in her very bones.
A'rian glanced sideways at her- his odd grey-green eyes were that of concern. She hadn't been acting right of late- she'd been hesitant, wouldn't talk to him. Not since she had that... dream that wasn't. He suspected she'd had more than one, but if she had, she hadn't mentioned it.
Taryn frowned, tightening her riding straps one notch. If she wasn't mistaken, Laroth would be rising to mate in the next few weeks, and before that could happen, she had to have Clearwater Lair open. There was still so much to do...
Deleria and D'rian stood before their lifemates as long as time would allow. "I was always much better at playing instruments than fighting," D'rian commented, making light of the situation. The last time there had been a skirmish, neither of the pair had had the combat training to go, and they'd been left behind. This would be their first fight, and both weren't about to admit they were more than a little nervous.
Liena stared straight ahead, seated atop Damiena. Tailen was right beside her, so close that the two greens' wings rubbed against one another. She was sixteen, just barely old enough to fight, and her two dragons were needed too desperately for them to remain in the Lair. If they were to fight, she wasn't about to let them go without her. They were her blessing, and also her curse, for now, outfitted with a bow and with a short sword strapped to her waist, she would face the chance of death defiantly, chin up and cold bluegrey eyes lifted skyward.
The white dragon that joined them was a sight to behold- decked out in flying leathers, standing proud, his dashing rider fearless astride his closest companion. M'kar laughed under his breath- he danced with insanity, courted with death as he would any pretty lass. His eyes flashed- dark and cold, they glittered with madness, a bloodlust that could only be fulfilled when his blades were stained red, when he stood triumphant, victorious over his opponent, and a river of red ran under his boots...
We fly! Dremalithas trumpeted, springing into the air. The others followed in a flurry of rainbow wings, glittering blades, and battle cries.
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