Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jun 17, 2015 21:08:15 GMT -6
Aeos saw Bee prepare a fire ball and try to shoot at the thing. She didn't try to shoot. She DID shoot. The fire hit the wyvern thus starting the fight between the three of them. He had to stop himself from grabbing her and tossing her aside like a rag doll. HOW DARE SHE! The other part of him reacted. Again he felt like he was insulted, how dare this tiny creature include herself in the challenge the wyvern posed to him. He closed his eyes again. This is Bee were talking about. OUR FRIEND. BEE. Bee was in danger. He had to fight back the urges to transform. Renoir's arrow flew though the air and shot at the creatures wing. Enough to distract the wyvern from hitting Bee with it's large spiked tail. The wyvern roared again and sent it's large spiked tail deep into the trees. The creature was clearly pissed off.
"STOP!" He shouted. His words were relevant to all who could hear him. He wanted the wyvern to stop, he wanted Bee to stop, he wanted Renoir to stop, he wanted himself to stop. His pupils and bits of his teeth were now shifted. If one was looking hard enough they could see his stilted eyes and sharp fangs. Damn it. Stop. STOP.
"Just fly.. I don't.. I don't want to do this." Oh yes you do. He fell to the floor on his knees. He could feel a shiver down his back. He knew what it was, it was the formation of scales. Fortunately they were under his clothes and out of sight. He could feel himself craving more power. His arm twitched. He held his forehead with his other hand. The air around him grew very still. The spirits of the wind fell into silence. He silently hoped and prayed the Wyvern would sense the force he would soon unleash. Perhaps it would snap out of it's rage and fly off before the worst happened.
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Bee
Mage
"Fire is the best of all elements. Just look at the way it dances around."
Posts: 229
Profession: Fire Mage
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Post by Bee on Jun 17, 2015 23:12:00 GMT -6
"What the", spoke Bee with surpise as her magic did little damage. She heard that wyverns were weak to magic and figured her attack would do some serious damage. The young mage thought she could scare the beast off with a bit of fire, but she seemed to be wrong. The creature just got angry and it struck out at her with its mighty tail. Bee may could have dodged a attack from the beast, but her general curiosity had come to bite her in the bottom. When the winged beast turned to strike with its tail Bee looked on with confusion. The pink haired maiden had no idea that wvyerns attacked with there tails. She figured it would be all claws and fangs. By the time she realized she was in danger it was to late to react. The tail was prepared to come down, but a arrow and a burst of hair saved her.
"Another mage", spoke Bee as she looked around. Unfortunately she did not see anyone else with a tome. She knew where the arrow came from, but not the wind. Still Bee wanted to fight the beast, just from a distance this time. Death was far too close that time. It was then that Bee saw Aeos lying on the ground. It was weird. Bee had no idea what was wrong with him or if he might have been hit. Instinctively Bee rushed toward her friend. "Aeos, aeos", spoke Bee as she stepped forward. It was then that she realized that something was wrong. The spirits in the air, they were still. This was not the way the air was suppose to be or how the element was suppose to act. Whatever was causing this disturbance hid not quell her flames, but it did make her worry. Aeos was in the middle of this. Was he the cause or simply the victim. Bee did not know.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 18, 2015 8:04:18 GMT -6
Damn it, Renoir thought to himself as he dodged from tree to tree, concealing himself. The wyvern followed expertly, as if its eyes were as trained as his own. He wasn't going to let a prey this size get away, nor was he going to let himself get killed by it. He had no time, nor the room, for false or incorrect judgments or assertions about the situation he was in. His analytical mind only helped him so much-- one wrong move, and he was wyvern food. He liked those odds. Peering out from behind a tree, Renoir saw Aeos lying on the ground, hurt by something, and Bee next him. He wondered through angry, gritted teeth what the hell they thought they were doing. They could, and probably would, get killed.
The young man felt a stillness in the air, something dark, whose nature he could not place. He was no more in tune with nature than the next, and it was likely that mages and the like would be able to feel this more than he could, but he certainly sensed a change in the atmosphere. Something was wrong. Was this encounter beyond ordinary? He peered out from behind his tree again, piercing blue eyes trained on the wyvern who had now focused his attention on Aeos, who hadn't yet recovered. Renoir was worried. He pulled out from behind the tree and set his bow horizontally, quickly and efficiently notching another arrow. With now hesitation, he let it loose, pinning the wyvern in the wing mere centimeters apart from his last shot. If that thing could still fly, Renoir would be authentically shocked.
He changed positions again, darting behind another few trees, circling the wyvern in an oval pattern. He placed himself on the far side, near the other wing, and climbed quietly to the top of the tree, resting his legs carefully on a large, thick branch that could support his weight. He had, maybe, a forty-five degree angle to the wing flesh and roughly twenty meters between them. This was an easy shot. But the young man became distracted watching Aeos as the wyvern prepared to lash out and bite the man.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jun 18, 2015 8:51:53 GMT -6
Aeos? Aeos? He could hear Bee's voice but it felt so far away to him. Even though he knew she was close to him. He kept his eyes closed, he didn't want her to see him like this. Aeos didn't want to freak out the young Bee. But the wyvern wasn't giving him any chance to calm himself. He could sense it, the wyvern was approaching. Aeos didn't have time for hesitation, he quickly shoved Bee behind him. The young dragon could feel the scales on his arm and legs. His hand was partially shifted too, his nails took on the black color of his claws and the tips of his fingers were segmented. This is not good.
He opened his eyes again to see the wyvern preparing to bite him. A second arrow in the wyvern's wing told him Renoir was still close by. And that the creature was now grounded. If he were mostly himself he would have shown pity for the Wyvern, a flying creature unable to fly. He knew exactly how that felt. You fool!
"Bee.. Renoir.. Run! Run! RUN!" I don't want to hurt you. He shouted. He kept repeating the word Run until he found himself running towards the Wyvern. When the wyvern lowered it's head to bite at him, Aeos felt his hand curl into a fist and he punched the creature hard. The power he exerted was greater then that of any human, it was infused with the power of his dragon side. It was enough to have the creature shake it's head and take a few steps back. Almost as if it were bewildered by what just happened. The punch felt good. He could feel a grin on his face that wasn't all together human. The young dragon couldn't take it anymore, he felt himself change past the point of no return. He crumpled to the floor on all fours and changed. Gone was the human form of the dragon that people had come to know. Instead he was replaced by VERY large sandy colored creature of legend. A beast that was larger then the wyvern itself.
But it was different this time. He wasn't sure why but he felt stronger then when he landed on the mountain. the moment after he fully shifted, the wind seemed to respond in kind as with out warning they blew into an uncontrolled frenzy that whipped the snow, dirt, and leaves off the ground. Any thing around him would have to close it's eyes to prevent debris from hitting them. It did well to provide cover for Aeos, if he was lucky no one could really see him in the night.
You fool of a creature! Thou should'st have run! Thou should's have never challenged me! He mocked. Then let out a roar that was louder then any wyvern. --
OOC- going to give people time to react then Aeos is going to fly off in the next post.
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Bee
Mage
"Fire is the best of all elements. Just look at the way it dances around."
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Post by Bee on Jun 18, 2015 9:41:05 GMT -6
Oh no it was coming back again. Bee was starting to regret her decision to shoot the beast with fire. If she had just hidden like the bow man told her then they would not be in this situation. Her magic, even as proud of it as she was, was weak. If she had stronger flames then she could have ended the beast with her first attack and they all could have been enjoying cooked Wyvern. Instead they are now fighting for there lives against this beast. The monster turned around and made a move back toward Aeos. Bee saw the beast and pulled out her tome, but the creature was moving in to fast. For a moment she thought she was going to be to late, but a arrow shot its wings and caused it to stop for a moment. It was then that Bee released her fire and stuck the monster once again. However like the last time it did little to no damage. However things changed. Aeos suddenly charged the beast. He started to scream run, but Bee could not understand why. There was no way she was going to leave Aeos.
"Wait Aeos", spoke Bee but suddenly the wind picked up. A mass of dirt and debris caused Bee to shield her eyes as something happened. When her eyes open she saw a beast that only existed in her dreams. "Dragon", spoke Bee as she looked in amazement. If someone had told Bee that she would one day see a dragon she would have sent them to a doctor. She was sure that they did not exist. Though she preyed that they did. Dragons were suppose to have hottest flames and probably the pretties fires. As Bee stared with awe and fear she looked for the flames. The legends said that when dragons transformed the atmosphere around them would erupt in fire, but she had yet to see any. Where were the beautiful fires only created by the most destructive creatures in the world. Where was the dragon fire. Where was Aeos? Hold on a second, was that Aeos? Things started to dawn on the young lady as she looked at the beast. Could that be her friend.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 18, 2015 9:51:15 GMT -6
"Well... my oh my," Renoir breathed, amused, as he sat in his perch in the tree, watching the wild Aeos become something else entirely. He watched the wyvern recoil as it was hit, though from the looks of things he had merely punched the thing. He couldn't see Aeos' arm from his perch... Had the man merely hit the wyvern in the nose? He couldn't tell. But alas, he thought, what a reckless and risky move. He liked those. Smiling from his perch, Renoir notched another arrow, aiming for the creature's other wing.
Just then, something completely shook him. "Agh!" He shielded his eyes instinctively as a wave of dust, tree debris, and snow came his way. He steadied himself with his right hand by holding the trunk of the tree, but dropped his bow and his arrow, and they fell to the ground atop the snow. As he opened his eyes to look back, Renoir was amazed. This was incredible. His suspicions had been right, though they flew in the face of everything he had learned growing up. Were dragonkin real? Was this Aeos... was he able to transform? An impressed smirk drew itself across Renoir's face as he held himself atop the tree, lowering his arm now that the cloud had dissipated. There was no mistaking it. He was looking at a dragon. He made no move for his bow; the man merely observed.
Renoir should have been scared, but he was more in awe than anything. He was staring a legend in the face. This was no prey, this was no hunt-- this was magical. This was a mystery, a legend come to life right before his wild eyes. "Oh my friend," Renoir said quietly to himself. "I couldn't run away from you even if I wanted to."
The wyvern still needed to be dealt with. But Renoir kept his smirk alive: Aeos could handle the beast no problem. He was in no danger. But would he handle it, Renoir wondered. He didn't have his bow to lend aid, so the archer leaped down quietly from the tree and grabbed his gear. He stayed put behind the trunk of the tree and watched as the wyvern recovered from being punched, keeping trained eyes on Aeos, the dragon.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jun 18, 2015 10:49:25 GMT -6
Aeos chased after the wyvern who attempting to flee. OH NOW YOU WANT TO LEAVE? As a human Aeos had given the creature a chance to run. A chance to fly away and not suffer the fate of death. As a person he did not want to see harm befall the Wyvern even though the creature had insulted him by stealing food and challenging him in a display of dominance. But that was then and this is now. Aeos was fully shifted and subject to the whims and desires of his instincts. Instincts that as a man he tried his hardest to suppress. Right now all he wanted to do was shred the wyvern to pieces with his claws and fangs. He could sense the other two people nearby, if they got caught in the crossfire then that was just too bad. His human self would simply have to deal with the consequences when and if he shifted back.
With a few flaps of his large wings Aeos took to the sky. Yes this was where he belonged, in the air. His feet were akward on the ground and running through the trees was a difficult endeavor. But here up in the air he was king. He could feel the forces of the wind respond to his strengths. Even if it could fly, in the sky the wyvern would stand no chance. The dragon would show it no mercy. Aeos opened the his mouth and felt the power of concentrated wind magic in his breath. The brilliant orb of green fired from his mouth and hit the wyvern square in the chest. The violent ball of wind magic sliced through it's flesh in brilliant lethal ribbons. It was enough to slay the beast. The creature fell to ground in a small pool of blood and red mist. A primal roar of triumph filled the Ilian air. This night belonged to the dragon. His power was stronger now then it was when he first transformed against that monster in Sacae. He felt more confident in his abilities.
No. What have we done? The voice in his mind spoke in a hushed tone. Change back. Change back! It begged. No. Look at what we have done. Isn't it glorious. This is what we are. We are king of the mountain. This is how we should always be! It suddenly felt pain in it's head. The primal dragon was now wrestling with it's other side. It's puny human side for control over it's body. The dragon flew off up higher into mountain, it landed in another part of the woods. It held it's head and squirmed around. It violently disturbed the natural woodland around him. Trees fell and animals fled. The dragon part of him did not want to give back control. But he was feeling weak, soon the golden like scales reverted back to skin. His wings folded back and seemed to return to it's body. Soon Aeos was back in his human form on all fours. He was panting, his mind a mess of emotions, and thoughts. He tried to stand but fell back down into the snow. Darkness greeted his vision as he fell unconscious.
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Bee
Mage
"Fire is the best of all elements. Just look at the way it dances around."
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Post by Bee on Jun 18, 2015 11:23:59 GMT -6
"Aeos", spoke Bee as she stared at the dragon's awe inspiring power. Once again thought she expected to see fire. Instead she only saw the power of wind. The force he released dwarfed Bee's magic power by far and made the young girl wounder if Aeos could even shoot fire in the first place. All the dragons in her stories shot fire, but he seemed to spit only wind. That was strange. Aeos was strange. The more she started to think that Aeos was strange was the more the situation started to dawn on her. Aeos was a dragon! Dragons were suppose to only be in legends and myth, so why was Aeos one. It did not make sense. Why was Aeos a dragon, why was he so powerful.
"Aeos", shouted Bee into the night sky, but the beast seemed as if it could not hear her. She had so many things she wanted to ask him, but he was off. For a moment she thought he was going to fly off into the distance and never be seen again. However he landed. It was far, but not too far. If Bee headed that way she could get there before the sun rose over the horizon. "What in the world is going on", spoke Bee to herself as she rushed off in the direction she saw Aeos land. The young girl did not even think about the archer or about the dead Wyvern. It was clear that Aeos was dangerous, but to her he was fascinating. Aeos was her friend so she was sure he would not hurt her.
Bee placed her faith in her friendship with the young man. Though in the back of her mind she wondered if they even were the same person. The Aeos she meet in the past was not a dragon. Or maybe he was. He was strange, thought not as strange as she was. She figured it was a Nabata thing. Now she knew he was a flying reptile with the elemental power of 100 sages it made her wounder. Was Aeos always this powerful? Bee knew him, but she apparently did not known him as well as she thought.
"Whatever I will just ask him when I get there", spoke the maiden as she began to run through the snow. Slowly but surely she started to hate the fluffy water.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 18, 2015 11:35:27 GMT -6
"Agh!"
Renoir shielded himself behind the trunk as wooden splinters flew off in every direction, whittling the bark of the tree down bare, snapping large branches off of the surrounding trees. He was hit with some of the material as it flew about, and had no time or ability to watch Aeos take flight into the sky, but he certainly heard the large, flapping wings above him, soaring through the sky with absurd amounts of power.
As the noise started to die down from the wind, Renoir took a look out from his position. He saw Aeos charging in flight towards the mountains clumsily, as if he were fighting with his body midair. Eventually he crashed down with a mighty roar, shaking the trees more, causing Renoir to shake despite being hundreds of feet below. Such incredible power, Renoir thought to himself. So interesting, yet so intimidating. As he watched, he saw the shape of the dragon disappear, leaving the mountain looking a lot like it had before. Had he... shifted back, perhaps? Renoir stood, shaking himself off.
He watched Bee take off through the snow and charge up the mountain. He would give chase in a moment, but now he looked to the downed wyvern. It's flesh was completely torn asunder, as if the wind had become blades and chopped long gashes across its torso until it had died. The cuts were clean, thick, and great in number. Renoir bent down, running two fingers across the wyvern's corpse at the areas of injury. The cuts were surprisingly clean, and very hot. They still glowed a faint green color. "Wind magic?" he breathed to himself aloud. In all the legends he had heard, dragons were ancient, fire breathing monsters. But there was no fire, he knew that much. Taking a small blade from his cloak, Renoir cut a piece of hide from the wyvern and stuffed it in the pack at his waist. He rehinged his bow across his back and brushed himself off. Bee had already gone up the mountain. "How strange..." he said finally, looking over the wyvern one last time. That initial blow had completely destroyed it, as if it were a toy to be thrown aside. Impressive, he thought.
Charging up the mountain now after Bee, Renoir pinpointed where Aeos' body would have fallen, and with as much speed as he could manage, raced up the mountain, pulling the hood of his cloak over his white hair.
Once he got there, he saw Bee already in place, and then he noticed Aeos' body. It was weak, dirty, and looked as if it had been to hell and back. Renoir knelt down beside him, placing an open palm across the man's forehead. No read for temperature. He couldn't tell. He'd been out too long... His internal temperature was starting to drop. Calmly, the man turned to Bee, and with a blank expression on his face he spoke to her. "Gather wood and start a fire."
He removed his cloak and shrouded Aeos in it, providing what little warmth he could. He would have to stay with him... First, because he wanted answers, and second, he needed to make sure this dragon would stay alive. His chances out here were slim. That was why his skin was so dark, why his clothing so different. He certainly was not from around here.
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Bee
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Post by Bee on Jun 18, 2015 12:06:22 GMT -6
As Bee arrived she was shocked to see Aeos in this situation. He was covered in dirt and laying in the cold. It was like a quick guide to a frozen death. Before Bee could do anything her new archer friend showed up. He asked her to gather some wood and start a fire, which she was already planning on doing. "I know that", she spoke as she rushed off into the nearby woods. There was plenty of wood, but most of it was wet. However Bee did not have the time to go and search for dry pieces. The maiden just took whatever she could get her hands on. She already had a solution to the wet problem anyway. As the maiden returned she piled the wood a good distance from Aeos. A normal person would think she had placed it a bit to far, but Bee knew better. The maiden then reached into he bag and pulled out two jars of a strange substance. The first one she poured it all out onto the wood and then pulled out her spell tome. Once again she cast fire and almost immediately the wood began to burn.
"The hair gel really kicks up the fire", spoke Bee as the heat could be felt from Aeos position. It was just the right length to feel the warmth and not get burned. "Looks like I did not need the second jar", spoke Bee as she looked at Aeos. She had so many questions. Her eyes then turned to the archer. Bee wondered why he was here. Bee was here to help Aeos, but him. Well he really did not know him, so why did he come. The maiden began to wounder if he had malicious intentions towards her friend. However it was not as if she could stop him if he did, and if he wanted Aeos dead he could have killed him when she went to gather fire wood.
"Aeos", spoke Bee as she looked at her unconscious friend. He was no longer the gentle older brother she had in her mind before. Now he was the beast that destroyed the wyvern, and did not breath fire. It was starting to bother Bee a bit. She was starting to be afraid of Aeos, but he had done nothing to her. As a matter of facts he had protected her, but the maiden could not help it. Fear was easy to enter into men's heart. A serious expression crossed Bee's face. She was not going to be afraid of her friend. The maiden pulled her second jar of hair jell close to her and sat Aeos head on her lap. She then began to place the substance into his hair and began to mold into a unique shape. The gel was good for holding shape and Bee was good at manipulating it. Soon Aeos hair took on a different look. It was comedic in how it pointed forward. Comedic enough to make Bee laugh. Sure Aeos was probably going to be mad when he awoke, but at the very least it quite the fear in her heart. Laughter was always the greatest medicine.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 18, 2015 12:17:04 GMT -6
Renoir turned his head back to Bee as she returned with wood, then proceeded to cover it in what looked like jelly, but was apparently something worth using as kindling, since it caused the fire to quickly roar to life as she cast a spell over the wood. He would never understand magic, he decided. It was far too mystical for his tastes. There were definite benefits to it, though, which he could see easily in Bee's ability to make a good fire.
He stood, walking over to the fire. It was far enough away from Aeos to be of no danger, but fortunately it wasn't so far that he wouldn't get any warmth from it. If they could keep the fire going, they would be okay. And since the group had an apprentice fire mage, Renoir decided he was in good company. He had so many questions for Aeos upon his awakening, whenever it was-- and he would not let the man leave until he had them answered, no matter the cost. For now the two were on proper terms, but one does not simply transform into a dragon and leave without first explaining the situation. Had dragons returned? Renoir was curious. He looked over, watching Bee mess with Aeos' hair.
He sighed sadly. How incredibly juvenile. She was, however, still a kid... And they knew each other. Perhaps it was to be expected. Renoir wasn't sure. He leaned down against the trunk of a tree near where the fire had been set up and folded his arms as he watched Bee play with Aeos like a doll. The poor man. As mysterious and powerful as he may be, sleep truly did render the body totally vulnerable. It was humorous to think about such a demon in the sky now being toyed with by a small child. Renoir smiled, his eyes moving over to the fire that was keeping him warm. What an adventure already. He had met a dragon on this night. These thoughts consumed him as he slowly drifted off to sleep, lost in slumber until the morning sun came rising through the sky...
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
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Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jun 18, 2015 13:48:23 GMT -6
A cold shiver went through the dragon man's body as dawn approached. His head still a foggy mix of memories and emotions. He remembered everything. He had passed out in the woods. His brilliant green eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. He could feel the presence of two other bodies near him. He sucked into his lungs large breaths of the cold Ilian air. His chest was in so much pain as if he had spent the night coughing in a fit. He shook his head. There was no way he could have survived the night without aid. He rubbed the groggy sleep from his eyes and saw Bee and Renoir near him. Even after what he did, what they saw, they came to help him.
"Dear gods. What have I done?" His mind raced with thoughts if what they thought. Of what they would say. Of what they would ask of him. Kill them and no one would ever know. The other part of him spoke in a bit of a sarcastic manner despite the dark truth of its words. You are the reason we are in this situation! He mentally yelled at himself. No. You are the reason for this. If we had not tried to reason with the wyvern.. if you had just let us fly a little longer. Aeos held his head. This was not the time to have a mental battle with himself. He wasn't sure what was that display back there. Since when could he emit power from his scales? Since when could he throw a punch like that? Even now he had woken up with more of a heightened awareness of his surroundings. Or perhaps that was due to fear, as by now both humans were awake and staring at him.
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Bee
Mage
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Post by Bee on Jun 18, 2015 14:03:42 GMT -6
"Oh your awake Aeos", spoke Bee as she rose from the ground. The fire had not gone out, but there were only embers remaining. Bee had taken care of it most of the night, but even she needed to sleep. As Bee rubbed her eyes she looked at Aeos hair. Her eyes twinkled with excitement and the maiden was forced to grab her mouth to stay off the laughter. After a few coughs to regain her composure Bee began to speak to her dragon friend. "So Aeos are you alright now", she spoke. Her red eyes stared into his green ones. She wanted to see if there were still any changes in him. Bee had so many things she wanted to ask him and there was so many answered he needed to give her. However there was one question that stood out in her mind above them all. One question that she really needed to be answered.
"Aeos", spoke Bee as she grabbed the young dragon's attention. "Why did you not breath fire", she spoke the question in a emotionless and stern tone. It was the first of the great mysteries and the one Bee wanted to know the most. "I heard that dragons could breath fire, but yet you released none. Not only did I heart that dragons could breath fire, but I also heard they could set the atmosphere around them on fire just by them being in the area, and yet there was no fire. So are you a real dragon, or are you some kind of super Wyvern. Because if you are a real dragon then I want to see Dragon fire. It is suppose to be a legendary flame that has no defense for it. Neither magic or physical prevention can stop it. It is a blaze that burns all equally to the bone, and yet there is no fire."
Bee was completely fixed on the fire. She was fixed on it when he transformed, fixed on it when she found him, and now that he was awake she was still fixed on the flames. She really wanted to see that dragon fire. Oh and she wanted to know why Aeos was a dragon too. That was important, but only second to fire.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 18, 2015 14:21:52 GMT -6
Renoir's sleepy blue eyes only opened as Bee was already questioning Aeos, who had appeared to be finally awake. Renoir raised his head, which was previously slumped, and unfolded his arms to stand. He yawned heavily, brushed the snow off of him, and shoveled his hand through his hair. Bee was asking a few decent questions-- it seemed she was more concerned with the mere power of the dragon, yet not the baser fact that they had, in fact, encountered one at all. The ideas that Renoir had about dragons being mere ancient legend had been destroyed the night before, and he wasn't about to let it go before he had some answers. He stared Aeos down, almost angrily, arms folded again, letting Bee speak.
Once she finished, he went beyond her questions, ignoring her entirely. A slight, inauthentic smile grazed Renoir's lips. "It's not every day that I run into a legend-defying demon of the sky," he began sweetly. "you'll have to explain yourself before we part ways. After all, what's a night like that to be without some sort of entry for my diary, hm?"
He was playing games with the dragon, but perhaps he shouldn't have been. As Renoir thought, he could be in very serious danger. If the man shifted again, as he now assuredly could, Renoir would be completely defenseless. Against a dragon? No, arrows couldn't do much good, not by himself. He could be torn asunder much like the wyvern. And Renoir's skin was much thinner than that of the wyvern... he shuddered at the thought. Aeos seemed friendly enough, but how could he know for sure? He couldn't. He was afraid, but inquisitive. He wanted-- no, he needed-- answers. He resolved to not let this encounter end until he knew more about the dragonkin.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
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Dragon Element: Air
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Post by Aeos on Jun 18, 2015 16:01:06 GMT -6
OOC- Purple text means he's talking out loud. --- And as usual Bee was the first one to start asking questions. Aeos' head hurt enough as it is, he ran his hand through his hair. His hair? WHAT IS THIS STUFF ON OUR HEAD?[/b] Both halves of him shouted in unison. No dobut this was the litte lady's doing. The dragon quickly threw some snow on it and made an attempt to smooth it back down to it's usual state. But so far all he managed to do was give himself, greasy wet hair. And he did not like that. But she was still talking and talking even as he moving. Aeos was listening. He knew he couldn't breathe fire because he's a wind dragon and.. wait. Did she just say we aren't a real dragon? He felt some anger creep up from the back of his head. Calm down. I'm sure she didn't mean it like that.
"Bee.." He tried to calmly speak.
"Bee.. shut up and listen.. very carefully. Take GREAT care in your words to me right now." He spoke in a bit of a slow, steady, monotone. He still wasn't fully back to himself. His other side wanted to come back out and show Bee the real power of a dragon and blast her right in the face. SUPED UP WYVERN MY FOOT!
"My head is a mess. And I.. am not. Fully.. back to normal." He was doing his best to use proper speech. Granted he could always do that but it required much more effort then speaking normally. But he felt he needed to be very clear with both of them right now so his strange speech was being mostly dropped.
"Dragon me... that thing.. in the sky... last night. Is not nice. And you.. are being very rude. I cannot stop it if I change again." His eyes narrowed slightly. This was the most serious and stern she probably had ever seen him. THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND FIRE YOU LITTLE.. He shook his head. Surpressing the urge to let his other side speak. He clenched his fists. No no. You stop. STOP. We are explaining things calmly.
"I do not breathe fire because I am not a fire dragon. Dragons are creatures of elements. Not all of us are fire. My element is wind. I was born a wind dragon just as you were born with pink hair. There is no changing it. Please.. stop asking about fire. I assure you.. I.. my breath can tear you to shreds. And there would be no defense for that either." He felt his eyes change a bit. Let me give her a demonstration. He took a moment to stare long and hard into the embers of the camp fire.
"And you. Renoir. I want.. no literature on this.. those.. events. Too dangerous. People have died for even mentioning the word dragon." Aeos wasn't sure this was true, but it sounded true enough. Legend defying demon of the sky? He started to shake. He was very close to simply letting his other side take over. And for a breif moment it did, but it did not cause him to transform physically. Instead it was given free range of the man's voice and human body. Something that was never done before.
"Demon? Is that what you humans always think of us?" He shook his head again.
"We were fine and dandy till the wyvern showed up. And thoust wouldns't have never known it!" He got up. He felt very light headed. He had never had such a difficult time managing both side to himself. This was harder then it had ever been before. Something about last night's events changed him and he was not sure he liked the result.
"I.. I.. am sorry. I didn't mean to snap.. like that. I.. need more time.. to recover."
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