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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 8, 2015 8:17:14 GMT -5
The cold, biting winds of the north did nothing to deter the great blue dragon as it soared above the snowy mountain range. Its yellow eyes blazed like the moonlight reflecting off the glittering blanket of frost, and yet they showed no emotion. It made no sound beyond the rhythmic flapping of its mighty wings against the howling breeze.
In its hand was its first real treasure: the Siren of Blood.
It finally landed somewhere in the middle of the tundra landscape, perching inside the wide mouth of a cavernous space in the mountain. Once it was seated, it gently set Forsaken down next to it, placing itself between her and the outside world.
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Post by DMis on Oct 8, 2015 9:25:23 GMT -5
After being let go in a cave, Forsaken seemed more scared than anything as she backed away from the dragon a little. 'I'm...part of a dragon hoard.... Great....' she thought as she looked at her captor.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 8, 2015 10:31:28 GMT -5
The dragon let out a stiff exhale, its internal warmth mixing with the freezing air to create a cloud of steam. It sat at the cave's entrance, its form outlined by the inky moonlight, slightly turned away from Forsaken and staring down at her narrowly from the corner of its glowing eye, as if silently ordering her to go on.
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Post by DMis on Oct 8, 2015 20:53:17 GMT -5
The girl sighed. 'Well this is a fine mess.... I'm stuck here until someone rescues me....' she thought as a song seemed to bubble from her lips.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 8, 2015 21:59:00 GMT -5
As it listened, the dragon allowed itself to relax and lose itself in her song again. So upbeat, almost jarringly so, and yet still so soothing and calming. Here, entranced by the siren's voice, the dragon could be at peace. And that, more than anything else, was what it truly desired.
Despite its mellow state, it still felt it necessary to keep an eye on Forsaken, observing her performance like a king scrutinizing his entertainer. It might not have seemed like it, but it was quite pleased, and even it wasn't sure what would happen if that pleasure was taken away.
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Post by DMis on Oct 8, 2015 22:12:15 GMT -5
As the song came to an end, Forsaken gave a cough. "Is is possible to get some water? My throat is getting dry," she asked with a pleading and scratchy tone.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 8, 2015 22:31:26 GMT -5
The dragon perked up, almost looking frantic. Water? Sure, if she needed water to help her continue singing, it could concede. But how could it fetch clean water without leaving her unattended? It couldn't just let its new treasure walk out on it!
It turned around slightly and looked up, noticing the stalactite-sized icicles hanging from the roof of the cave's mouth. Hastily, it sank its teeth into the largest one it could find, yanked it free and turned back around so it was standing directly above Forsaken. Then it gently exhaled, its searing breath and the tiny sparks of lightning it emitted melting the ice gripped between its jaws into a cascade of cool water.
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Post by DMis on Oct 8, 2015 22:34:30 GMT -5
'Damn thing is crafty.... Then again Blue Dragons are known to be intelligent,' she thought as she cupped her hands and drank a little of the water. It was cold and felt nice against her throat.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 8, 2015 22:47:18 GMT -5
As it watched her drink, the dragon let out a long exhale between its breaths. Its naturally deep, gravelly inflection made it easy to assume it was growling, but based on the way it loosened up slightly, dipped its head and averted its gaze, it almost seemed more like a sigh of relief.
Once all the ice had been melted, the dragon looked down at itself in confusion and started coughing, only hacking up steam the first few times until practically hiccuping a flash of lightning. It was small and the electricity dissipated shortly thereafter, but the white hot burst actually managed to startle the dragon, who comically froze as if out of embarrassment.
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Post by DMis on Oct 8, 2015 22:51:31 GMT -5
Forsaken giggled. "That was cute," she offered with a smile. "Another song I presume, Master?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 8, 2015 23:01:47 GMT -5
For a while, the dragon stayed rigid, eyes darting to and from Forsaken, not quite sure how to justify its blunder, let alone her reaction to it. Eventually, though, it actually managed to muster up an awkward smile and a stiff, deep, guttural noise that almost sounded like a chuckle.
It then quickly regained its composure and moved back over to its previous spot at the mouth of the cave, sitting down and curling its tail around its legs. It lowered its head and nodded once, staring at the floor, looking rather... sad.
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Post by DMis on Oct 8, 2015 23:46:32 GMT -5
"Are you okay?" she asked as she stepped closer to the great beast.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 9, 2015 0:00:31 GMT -5
The dragon didn't move, keeping its gaze fixed on the ground. It knew Forsaken didn't want to be there, but it needed her song. Without it, the dragon just felt... trapped. Trapped in the void that was its purpose and self-awareness. Trapped in this prison in and of itself, both physical and mental. Even if it wasn't her intent, the siren gave the dragon purpose.
Should it say something...?
It looked up, staring inquisitively at the cave wall. It had a song. What it didn't have was the voice or nerve. All it could think to do was reach up and start scraping a claw against the stone.
P
It hesitated. The first word was supposed to be "pull," but... it was strange. Subconsciously, the dragon was half-tempted to scrawl the letter A next to the P. It just didn't know why. It quickly shook this desire from its head and continued its writing.
PULL ME OUT
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Post by DMis on Oct 9, 2015 0:12:10 GMT -5
"Pull you out of what?" the siren asked as she grew closer. Forsaken gave a shiver as she sat with the beast. It gave off a pleasant warmth.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 9, 2015 0:20:20 GMT -5
It briefly cast her a solemn look, then it went right back to work. It was slow going, legibly carving the words into the wall. But finally it managed to finish its prose, and the dragon stared at the words it had written like it was watching its world collapse.
PULL ME OUT
PULL ME OUT
CAN'T YOU STOP THIS ALL FROM HAPPENING?
CLOSE THE DOORS AND KEEP THEM OUT
DIG ME OUT
DIG ME OUT
COULDN'T YOU HAVE KEPT ALL THIS FROM HAPPENING?
DIG ME OUT FROM UNDER OUR HOUSE
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