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Wishes and PainTaevra could feel the stone behind her cracking. The hand against her throat holding her off the ground. Though her nails drew blood along his forearm, he didn't flinch from the pain. It was as if he couldn't feel it. He pulled back his other arm, fingers curled into a fist as he looked at her. Those eyes were filled with rage and hate. Emotions she hadn't seen since someone had hurt her nearly a millennia ago. "Jet! Do it if you're going to!" She managed to growl at him, narrowing her eyes as he hesitated just a moment. Long enough for her to curl her knees up to her chest. Kicking off his chest collapsed the rock behind her leaving her in a pile of debris as he fell away from her.
Taevra got to her feet quickly, taking the opportunity to go on the offensive. She slashed out at him as he backed away, shielding his face with his forearms. A roundhouse left, jab right as he backed into the rock around them with a grunt. Taevra tucked her body as he backed against a rock wall, trapped as
Balikos' IntroductionThose eyes were the eyes of a killer. He could break her in half with barely a thought, yet she still stood and looked him in the eye. Balikos Yakvir Tamaran was the most intimidating dragon Taevra had met, but she still didn't back down. "What do you want childling?" The deep bass voice in her head made her almost cringe as it pounded against her skull, but still she didn't move. He was trying to make her run and flee this foolish expedition, but the many waiting outside this sacred place needed her. She needed his help whether she liked it or not.
"Balikos, I need a favor." This made the black dragon before her grin, showing large needle sharp teeth. as he exhaled smoke through his nose.
"A favor?" He purred, locking that one green gold eye on her. It was bigger than she was across the shoulder, sizing her up for her worth now.
"I need to speak with him while his mind is his own." Balikos narrowed that eye at her, uncurling from before his hoard and moving to show her his full size.
A discussion between Taevra and KiatiTaevra paced the room anxiously. In the fourteen hours she'd been able to sit still, she hadn't once sat down or stopped moving. A haunted look crossed her face as Kiati smiled weakly at her from the nearest chair. "You know maybe the Gods are testing you? Every time one of you heads towards the other there's problems. For example Tiber and Criska. You didn't pursue him because of Criska and he didn't pursue you because of both Kyshin and Tiber. Maybe instead of running into the arms of someone else, you should wait for him here with us?" With a loud snap she bit through her pinky nail, spitting it out near Kiati and embedding the razor sharp nail in the wooden floor.
"That's the problem. Every single time I want to run and hide from these suitors, another one who seems perfect is thrown my way." Taevra deepened her voice and took on a mocking tone. "Oh I can save you and the kingdom. Bring the black dragonling to their former glory. Fight the enemies of my brave Queen and be her knigh
Distorted VisionsTaevra couldn't help it. The situation had her rattled and she could barely contain the anxiety that made her grit her teeth. Every clicking nail and tapping foot earned her a glare from Kiati. Many times she'd been warned not to do these things while the girl worked, but she couldn't help it. "Well? What's the result?" Kiati again shushed her and again leaned over the bowl of herbs and water. To Taevra, she could see nothing but a pale glow of red as Kiati's eyes changed colors. The color that normally streaked her hair turned a deep crimson as she focused on the reflection. Her nose nearly touched the water as she gazed deeply, watching something only she could see.
Nervously Taevra chewed on her lip, catching herself before she started fidgeting again. Quietly she watched Kiati slowly withdraw herself from the bowl with a grim expression, water dripping from her nose. Picking up the bowl, she dumped the contents over Taevra's head, leaving the bowl on her head as she walked out preo
Kianna's Trouble ExcerptKianna sat on the edge of the world, looking out over the vast ocean as Ukanic dipped deeper beneath the waves. With twilight approaching, the light wasn't as painful as it normally was. Her abilities had faded a lot lately she noticed, even though the sun didn't burn. It still left her irritable and annoyed as the others let her be in her own thoughts. Only Tokiu was brave enough to sit beside her and watch as he waited silently for her thoughts to come forth. In time she would open up and tell him why she had led them here, dragging them through the night with a near frantic pace.
"What's wrong?" He finally asked as she turned those crimson eyes on his amber ones, narrowing them at the question. It had been three days since she had focused on anyone this clearly without muttering something none of them could understand. Even Tokiu who spoke Ciasti only caught a few words between breaths as he sat on her shoulders during the day.
"They're coming." She muttered finally as she looked ba
The battleTaevra stood at the top of the world. With the wind whipping her hair back, she clenched her fists with tears in her eyes. Beneath her the war raged, allies fighting amongst themselves as their loyalty was split between herself and Jetomi. Inside her heart, Taevra could feel the soul tearing pain as Jet came closer. The blade in his right hand covered in blood as the combatants parted before him or were struck down. Whether friend or foe, he didn't care. His eyes were only locked on her own, glaring at her darkly as he began to climb to the ledge she stood on.
Taevra stood her ground as he slowly made his way to the top while the fighters around them slowly stopped. All eyes were focused on them now; the stage was set. Two bound by blood now would spill blood before the many witnesses below and the gods themselves. Taevra's tail swished through the air as she became slightly nervous, the battle rage was more of a sorrow than anything now. The lives that hung in the balance of this figh
Taevra's Encounter ExcerptTaevra sat before Jetomi and watched him as he slowly rose up. Turning his back
to her he walked out of the entrance hall as if in a daze. He didn't recognize
her or even react to her presence before him. Though bruised and bloody, Taevra
forced herself to stand. "Why do you cower behind her? Why can't you face me oh
great dragon champion?" She taunted him to no avail as demons appeared, smiling
wickedly at her. In her battered condition she couldn't hope to take out more
than one or two, though her pride made her stand and fight.
Behind her more demons gathered, boxing her in as she shielded her wounded ribs.
"Coward." Taevra spat angrily, slicing a few demons in her wake. She let the
rage and hurt consume her, making her reckless and able to clear a path to the
Though her muscles were shot, she still spread her wings and jumped. Pain raced
up her sides as she glided and gritted her teeth. Her heart bled worse than her
various injuries though, as the betrayal ran deep
Two islands ExcerptLike two islands in the sea… separated endlessly…
A sea of clouds stretched far into the distance while a stone palace rested among them. Princess Kianna stood staring out a large arched window. The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the clouds purple and pink beneath the window, making it all seem like a dream. The warm wind turned cold with the night air, the sky above painted a fading light blue. As Princess Kianna stepped up onto the ledge of the arched window, the wind blew past her, making her golden hair flare out behind her. Determined emerald eyes stared out at the purple and pink clouds, looking as if one could walk, yet many had nearly died that way. Princess Kianna smiled with relief at the illusion, it being only a danger for those who could not fly. The wind that blew her hair out behind her also ruffled her silver dress, a simple strapless dress that went down to her ankles where it met silver boots. Manicured nails showed from the edges of the arched
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