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Post by Cotnar on Oct 5, 2008 0:35:18 GMT -4
"The child comes first," The monster growled pushing himself faster. As the moments passed he almost seemed to gain strength and speed. He took joy as he noticed her begining to fall behind. She was growing weak with weariness. "Tell me," he taunted. "How long has it been since you have rested.?"
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Post by Annabelle Moonhart on Oct 5, 2008 0:39:55 GMT -4
"I was doing so just before I rescued the child. I've plenty of rest in me, thank you very much." she snapped at him, thrusting herself forward and lengthening the distance between him and herself by a great deal. "Why do you ask? How long has it been since you've rested?" she taunted back, throwing a ball of fire along with it. She held the baby closely. Even if he tried to take it from her, Galen was so secured against her that it would be impossible. "How long has it been since you haven't taken orders from a boy?" she sneered. "How is it that a creature as powerful as you should answer to the likes of a teenage brat?" sarcasm filled every word.
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Post by Cotnar on Oct 5, 2008 0:51:49 GMT -4
"I take no orders from him." He roared barely dodging the fire, "I only chose to alighn myself with the excuse of a warrior for my own benefit. If an enemy of an enemy is a friend then he is my ally, my aset. It is not a mater of power in this case, but history." He pulled foward and his paws and hooves became dragon again. He flew just over her back and dug in all five claws from all four feet into her, his front claws on each of her wings and his back claws beside eachother resting over her spine. No mater how she twisted he would not let go.
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Post by Annabelle Moonhart on Oct 5, 2008 0:59:47 GMT -4
She howled. "Another mistake of yours!" she hissed. "Do you not learn from them?" He tilted her head up and shot the fire, and ever-lasting river of heat and unforgiving flames. They ate at his belly, the very scar tissue where King Caspian had pierced him. Her beak plunged into his flesh, ripping as if it were an animal of prey. Tearing it, shredding it, the flame never ceasing.
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Post by Cotnar on Oct 5, 2008 1:08:10 GMT -4
Pain was a matter of will. As long as it could be pushed aside then it's meaning is nothing. She believed through pain she had won, but she was wrong. She lited her head and he plunged his down taking any fire that came with it. In an instant his fangs closed on her foolishly exposed throat and he could taste her warm blood flowing within him. If his ill-fated luck with this girl would prove to continue he had missed the all important life vein in her throat, but the blood still came and she would be weakened signifigantly if not completly.
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Post by Annabelle Moonhart on Oct 5, 2008 1:14:50 GMT -4
Anna screamed, still shooting fire into his belly. The flames dove into his skin, attacking his organs. She found the smell of it all quite repulsing, but continued to fire. Her life was small compared to Galen's, and the throne. She would die if she had to, as would any noble Narnian. But if the dragon didn't release her soon, he would surely die as well. This wound would take magic to heal. The blood was pouring out of her throat now, and it hurt so badly that her yelping ended. But the fire would not cease. It would never cease. She clawed and scratched at his throat. The baby was still secured beneath her, still impossible to take from her. He cried as the smell of burnt skin entered his nose as well. The dragon's hide was beginning to shrivvel. It really was quite disgusting. But she wouldn't stop, couldn't stop.
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Post by Cotnar on Oct 5, 2008 1:24:30 GMT -4
His claws releiced her but his fangs remained closed on her throat. She would die if she did not surrender, but he didn't care. He thought it was strange how the narnian was willing to die for the life of a child only a few hours old. He practicly was draging her by her throat now, unwilling to let her go for sake of the boy. Her weakness could have driven her to the point where she wouldn't be able to fly if he let her go. For an instant he acknowleged the pain in his stomach, realizing the minor threat that it was, but he did not care. His skin transformed into the skin of a Balstone and they lost altitue from the weight before it became lion's skin agian with hardly a mark to show the burn. Such was the regenetive ways of the changeling.
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Post by Annabelle Moonhart on Oct 5, 2008 1:31:36 GMT -4
Now she only flew up and down, side to side, struggling. At last she brought a paw across his face, and the skin from which he held her by tore. She screamed, and dropped like a stone. Regaining her wings just as the ground drew near, they were airborne again. Blood poured from her throat, and it was almost clear to anyone that she would surely die. But the Castle had returned to them. She burst through a lit window, the glass shattering everywhere. The gryphon lay still on the floor, the baby crying. "Take the Prince." she mouthed, her voice unable to form. Soldiers took and hid the baby quickly, somewhere in the Castle. It was a mystery. And a few of the others dragged Anna into the medical chambers, a trail of blood forming on the ground from where she had crashed into the building to where she finally lay on the bed, eyes open and mouth gaping. She looked at Caspian and Susan, unable and unwilling to tell them that there son was alive. Not while Lamont was here. So instead she just stared at the three.
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Post by Damian on Oct 5, 2008 1:35:17 GMT -4
Damian held the little Prince now, hiding in the secret room of the keep. The wall was a rotating one, far below the dungeons and through the hiddenstair case. True, this Castle had many secrets. This was one of them. There were no windows here, and there was no light. The Fire-Spirit held the baby close, protecting him. If he had to, they could hide even further. But there was not a chance of the changeing beast finding them here. It would take him hours.
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Post by Cotnar on Oct 5, 2008 1:43:42 GMT -4
The dragon roared showing no hesitation or thought of slowing down when she flew through the window. The scent of her blood was heavy, blocking out most other scents in the room that the dragon's nose could find. Perhaps a dragon is not what I wish to be. Now a large and wrinkled dog tasted the air sorting the scent's easily and finding the one he sought. With a howl that came from the instinct of the hound he ran following after it. When it became clear to him that he would be running into a wall he did not question his sence of smell, only changed his body to become an armor plated dinosaur known to those form the outside world as a triseratops. The horns as well as the sheild-shaped head formed a perfectly good battering ram and the wall was destoried in seconds. "The boy, give him to me," He ordered the one he found there, "I have already killed one tonight, will you join them as well?"
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Post by Damian on Oct 5, 2008 1:48:54 GMT -4
Damian looked at the monster and smiled. "Chow." he said, and then he and the baby were gone like smoke. Literally. He drifted with the Prince around the beast and through the great wall. They escaped up the stair case, and he materialized once more with the troops. "Block the exit!" he shouted, and the Narnians began trapping the monster inside. Then the man and babe disapeared, the smoke of them drifting into a higher room to watch. The Fire Spirit wasn't stupid, just as Anna wasn't stupid. The two did not materialize from the clear smoke as they watched what was going on down below.
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Post by Cotnar on Oct 5, 2008 2:00:48 GMT -4
The beast roared at the insult and charged ready to spear the boy with his long horns. But in that instant he was gone and the world around him was being covered. What did they think he was? A child? He stamped one of his heavy feet and charged like a bull. The pathetic defence collapsed and he took the lives of four soldiers with his horns in the prosess. With a powerful flick of his neck the bodies flung from the horns and landed somewhere close to a wall. "COME AND FIGHT COWARD!" he bellowed, "YOU CANNOT HIDE LIKE A CHILD FOREVER!
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Post by Damian on Oct 5, 2008 2:08:19 GMT -4
Damian smirked. He floated down to the ground level and became man once again. "COME AND GET ME!" he shouted, but as he charged they simply became smoke again. This was almost like a game to him. Dami flew out the door slowly, watching, waiting.
(Sorry it's really short)
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Post by Cotnar on Oct 5, 2008 2:17:04 GMT -4
The beast roared and charged after the trail of smoke. When he was close enough to the source he breathed in deep. He had been a fire-sprite before, he knew how they worked. With all strength his lungs could offer the water sprang from his mouth and covered the air. Without fire the fire-sprite is vituraly helpless, with water there is no fire. He kept the stream going, soaking the boy entirly before marching to him and steping heavily on his chest to break a few ribs. From his face he grew an elephant's trunk to pull the child from his grasp and to carry it. The moment the two had been seperated he charged through walls again until he reached the outside world where he became a flying centaur and soared high above the coulds once more. If anyone had seen him they had little chance of ever catching him.
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Post by Damian on Oct 5, 2008 2:24:40 GMT -4
But the smoke-man was not gone. "IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?" he yelled, snatching the baby back from him once he has let the jet-stream of air that carried balloons and airplanes carry him. "THAT WATER IS MY WEAKNESS! Think again." They became smoke once more. "I can swim and live." he said. "I can swim and heat the water. Water does not kill me." he spat. "Chow." and with that, the Fire Spirit flew back to the castle. That was the differents between sprites and Spirits. Damian and Galen flew back towards the fires of the Castle, where their scent was unidentifyable from that of the flames. They were smoke. They were hidden.
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