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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Sept 23, 2019 2:30:02 GMT
If only he’d managed to keep his step steady, it could easily be dismissed as simply not hearing Alistair’s calls to him. But he had shown he had heard the man, his voice changing from friendly to confused, then to angered.
In all honesty, it didn’t really matter how angered Alistair was at being ignored, even if only annoyed and more concerned about an increasingly obvious desertion. Kaitan could already feel his human mask slipping, normally able to contain his appearance to only showing in his eyes. This was easily dismissed as his being a mage. But if he began to show other signs, such as claws, wings, or horns, he’d have the whole army on his tail as fast as any darkspawn attack.
It was the sharp command to stop that got Kaitan to finally glance over his shoulder, meeting the warden’s eyes levelly before turning and continuing to push the elf along, his stride slowly growing longer even as his pace quickened. One might have even asked how his legs were changing and lengthening were they not disguised by the long robes he wore. But even this attempt at a quick pace wasn’t fast enough to maintain distance from running soldiers, Kaitan within inches of simply picking up the elf and running.
But then the cloak she wore slipped effortlessly from her shoulders, swinging straight into the warden’s face. She then bolted, the dragon momentarily surprised by her attack, as were the guards. Kaitan lingered just long enough for Alistair to pull the cloak free, the guards already moving to chase down the elf, when their eyes met again. The dragon knew there was one way to escape, but it meant giving up some of the magic hiding his form. So as their eyes were locked, Alistair’s suddenly grew wide as pale scales rippled across Kaitan’s face.
Alistair didn’t have a chance to say anything about it, however, as he was quickly sent diving for cover as a blast of lightning struck the ground inches from his feet, sending up a blast of dirt and dust. This got the guards to finally pause, looking over in time for the same to happen to them. Foregoing the appearance of using his hands to conjure the magic, a deep throated growl accompanying every blast, Kaitan began to step back slowly even as the guards were forced to scatter from his attacks, the long blasts quickly causing a cloud of dust that darkened the air. It was flashy, risky to attract more attention, and ice would have had a far more lasting impact, but Kaitan had seen what they were fighting. He still didn’t understand what those creatures were, or how they came to be. He couldn’t bring himself to trap them, unable to escape another attack.
So Kaitan kept blasting until the cloud was so thick they would be invisible for at least a minute. Enough time, as he turned on his heel and bolted, the robes flying up enough to reveal not boots and leggings, but long taloned limbs that seemed out of proportion to the rest of him. For now, at least.
With these legs it didn’t take him long to catch up to the elf, picking her up from behind around the waist and continuing to run with her as a mere bundle, his breath heavy and raspy, growling like one of the demons himself. Energy diverted, the scales on his face grew more and more obvious, showing a dark pattern mixed within, horns slowly beginning to creep up along his hairline even as the strands began to stiffen.
The pair were lucky, without any hounds to follow their scent there was only the rocky path ahead. Far more difficult to track than footprints in the snow. Careful to avoid the snowdrifts as much as possible, Kaitan’s path occasionally took them over low hanging branches or sliding beneath rocky outcroppings as he rushed from the temple, still able to hear their pursuers behind. Apparently, they had recovered from his lightning and his less than human revelation.
It wasn’t immediately clear why Kaitan kept running in the direction he had chosen, but he knew the area had caves, and knew better than to stay out in the open for long. As the trees grew darker, the rocky outcroppings more numerous and larger, finally he found what he was looking for; a small entrance that had a dripping echo of a larger space within. Rather unceremoniously, he finally dropped his elvish package as they neared the entrance, but in spite of his protective attitude before, he slipped inside the cave first with an air of desperation, even leaving his bag with the elf. The opening was more exposed than he would have liked, knowing that the wardens and soldiers were on their tails, even if not within view, but he was out of time. The run, the lightning… as he finally stumbled into the cavern hidden by the mountainside, a crack in the ceiling providing the only source of light against a pool with its dripping stalactites, he pushed until he got to the far side, as far from the entrance as he could manage, before he collapsed.
But what collapsed on the far side of the pool wasn’t humanoid; as much as he had changed during the run, what finally fell suddenly filled the space, a flicker of light being all that indicated the change before his massive bulk dominated the area. His breathing was still ragged, exhausted, but his eyes only managed to stay open for a few, precious and strained moments before closing completely, a heavy sigh escaping him even as every muscle sagged, from his taloned hands to his wings and tail. The motion was so complete, it took a few moments to see that he was still in fact breathing.
Although that might have also been in part due to a natural instinct to stay away from something as dangerous as a dragon…
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Post by Kelathi on Oct 1, 2019 16:57:08 GMT
A demon. The mage had to be a demon. This flitted about her mind uselessly as Kaitan carried her, his taloned feet clearly visible. It didn’t even occur for her to fight, all she could think to do was to hold onto the arm that held her, hoping that at the speed that they were going, he wouldn’t just drop her. Thankfully, his grip stayed true, at least until they came to the gaping maw of a cave, but by the time he released her he had slowed. Valhael had stumbled, but somehow managed to keep upright, despite the fact that she felt light-headed in her confusion and the adrenalin that still spiked in her veins. It was about to get worse… for as the mage entered the cave, he fully changed.
The elf’s eyes widened, her fear rooting her to the spot, just as it had when she’d seen the demon crawl from the earth right at her feet. He wasn’t a demon… but a dragon.
He’s a dragon. A dragon. A… dragon?
Was that even possible? Valhael had never even seen such a creature before, except in storybooks. Once, on her travels, she had heard a roar that have reverberated through the ground, and had been sure that it must belong to some great, terrible, scaled beast- and had promptly headed in the opposite direction. But certainly, she would have heard that they could change into humans if that was possible, for, what of the hunters that made their living killing the creatures? It didn’t make any sense, and yet… before her, was a living, breathing dragon that only moments before had been a man. It suddenly occurred to her, rather dumbly, that it didn’t matter if it didn’t make sense, that didn’t change the fact that it had happened. The important thing was to decide what to do next.
It only took her a moment. Dragon or not, he had helped her escape the camp, and now it looked like it was he that needed the help. Clearly exhausted, the dragon would be at the mercy of the men that were sure to come looking for him. A good way to pay him back would be to make sure that that didn’t happen. Warily, she slowly picked up the bag that the man had discarded, and soundlessly stepped further inside the cave. Propping it against the wall so that it was now out of sight from the outside, she quickly retreated, looking back to find that the great beast hadn’t even stirred. Wondering if it was a good idea to stay in such close proximity, Valhael set to work.
By the time she was done, her face was flushed red with exertion and she was breathing heavily. She wasn’t particularly strong, which made it slow work hauling fallen branches to drape over the entrance of the cave, as well as mossy undergrowth, trying to obscure the opening. It also didn’t help that she seemed to be stopping continuously, convinced she could hear approaching footsteps, freezing like a startled rabbit until she deemed it safe to continue. With all the lugging around of branches and snapping of twigs, the dragon still remained unmoved, and she might have thought it was dead had she not peered into the gloom, discerning a slight rising and falling of it’s form as it slept. Standing with her hands on her hips and regarding her handiwork, she was pleased to find that she had actually managed a rather good job. Now… where should she hide?
She didn’t particularly want to hide inside the cave. The man had been kind to her, but there was no guarantee that the dragon would be the same. What if his personality changed as well as his appearance? She could leave, but she knew that they would be out there looking for her as well. Perhaps it would be best to stay put for a few days. That, left hiding elsewhere. A quick scan around and she found a nearby evergreen tree that would be perfect, sturdy enough to hold her weight, easy enough to climb and heavy with coniferous branches to hide her form. Scrambling up it quickly, she settled down and prepared herself for the long haul.
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Men had indeed found their way up here, and the elf watched them from far above, heart in her throat. Thankfully, her attempts at hiding the cave, and herself, had served the two outlaws well. Unfortunately, she soon came to experience the drawbacks of her hiding place as evening crept in. With the steadily fading light of day, the wind had picked up, and soon, lashings of rain that whipped in sideways. Even with the cover of the leaves, Valhael was soon drenched, her hair inky black and slicked across her face like strikes from a quill. Miserably, she clung onto the trunk for dear life and attempted to ride it out, but when a clap of lightning illuminated the sky, the whole tree seeming to vibrate with the force of the rumble that quickly followed, and so Valhael found herself racing down the tree and bursting into the entrance of the cave.
Where she stood, frozen, hardly daring to breathe.
The dragon did not stir.
After a while, she slowly crept deeper into the cave, still giving the dragon a wide birth, but far enough from the mouth of the cavern to be shielded from the biting wind, and settled down, back up against the wall, and arms encircling her legs which were drawn up to her chest in a pitiful attempt to retain some warmth. All the while, her wide eyes were focussed on the creature, but soon enough she was surprised to find herself beginning to relax, the tension in her muscles slowly unwinding. Perhaps it was exhaustion, but either way, she found her gaze straying from the creature and back to the carpet of undergrowth that hid them from the outside, watching the flickers of light and listening to the steady drum of rain. Her heart began to slow, only jolted every now and again as a shiver ran through her form.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Oct 2, 2019 4:43:33 GMT
For hours, all the dragon did was sleep. Only the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest indicated he was alive. No dreams made him shift, no imaginary chase for his claws to tense and relax… motionless, exhausted. Even the eventual drip of water from the outside storm, slipping down the mossy rocks through the crack in the cave’s ceiling, pattered against the otherwise lifeless scaled form without causing so much as a sound.
Kaitan had no idea how long he slept, only that he felt better when he finally began to come to. He was nowhere close to being restored, but the rest had helped, giving him the strength to at least wait out the exhaustion.
The first indication of life was a deep, slow intake of breath, deeper than usual. Then his eyes, still closed, squinted as he began to move, half stretching, taking over the space even more than before. Before the elf could slip outside, one massive back paw flexed before the cave opening, the claws scratching through the soft rock with ease. The ensuing yawn did little to improve the situation, with a jaw large enough to halve the elf with one bite… but finally the yellow eyes opened, the slit more pronounced in this natural state.
It took several long moments for those eyes to focus, looking about the space as if needing to remember where he was. Finally, his gaze settled on the young woman, studying her intently… then glancing at himself, able to see his tail flicking across the entrance of their hideaway.
“You stayed,” came the voice, not at all dissimilar from that as a human were it not for the soft rumble that accompanied his words. It was not a threatening noise, in fact it only seemed to make sense for such an undertone given his sheer size. But it didn’t disguise the fact that he was genuinely surprised that she was still there, even as his leg and tail curled back into him like a large cat, once more opening the entrance to the cave and offering her a way out. His secret was out, even if he did have the strength to transform back into a human. There was little point in trying to waste the energy he was slowly rebuilding.
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Post by Kelathi on Oct 2, 2019 22:22:35 GMT
Valhael, dozing as she had been, noticed too late the giant claw approaching, but was able to duck out of the way just in time as it caught the wall, sending a small amount of sandstone cascading to the ground in a cloud of dust. Her attempt at evading the scaled limb had landed her on the wrong side of his claw, as now it was between herself and the exit. Panic was quick to well up, but soon settled, almost as if she was able to find calm in the acceptance that there was absolutely nothing she could do except await her fate, whatever it may turn out to be. It was a strange state to find herself in, somewhere between overwhelming fear and an almost unnerving calmness. She had a dizzying urge to cry and laugh at the same time. Hysteria, she found herself thinking, as if reading the word calmly from a book, far away. She felt as if she were watching herself from the outside, merely a spectator to her situation rather than the key player.
In the end, to her credit, she did neither, merely watching as the dragon’s maw stretched open, giving her a good, detailed view of the inside of it’s mouth. Is this what death feels like? She found herself wondering, faintly, deliriously.
And then the creature spoke, and the shock of it hit her like a physical blow, her form swaying on the spot for a moment before she regained her balance. Relief flooded through her. She recognised that voice! It was distorted somewhat, it now had a gravelly tone to it, but it was recognisably the voice of the mage that had saved her. And he clearly recognised her. Somehow, she found her own voice, however small, the storm outside having settled long enough for her to be heard, as if it was listening in earnest to their conversation. “You helped me. I… wanted to return the favour.” To illustrate her words, she motioned weakly to the wall of foliage behind her, which would surely have been destroyed had the dragon blundered through it, therefore it was evident that it had come afterwards Kaitan’s entrance.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Oct 21, 2019 2:56:46 GMT
A paw nearly shot out to catch the woman as she swayed momentarily, but fortunately the most he had done was indicate a shift in posture as she was able to regain her balance.
Kaitan’s gaze followed the elf’s gesture, noting quickly the curtain of green that hadn’t been there when he had entered the cave before. Again, surprise lit his eyes, now mixed with confusion. Quite obviously, this was the first time anyone had helped him, knowing what he was. Again, the dragon’s gaze swung back to the woman, who looked even more delicate than before. Or was that just the difference in looking down at her at this much larger size?
Another glance to the entrance, and Kaitan shifted, letting out a soft grunt of effort. It showed he was still exhausted, still far from recovered, still vulnerable. Size alone was the greatest threat to the elf, and he seemed very aware of how capable he was of accidentally crushing her as he curled in a little tighter again, almost comically creating a paltry amount of space for the other.
But then, a shiver escaped the woman, and it was then Kaitan noticed that her hair was damp, most likely from hiding their cave in the storm, and the cool, damp rocks did little to capture heat. The dragon watched her for a few moments, then awkwardly shifted his front paws a little, almost forming a… a nest?
“Here,” he began, well aware of the oddity in the offer. “I am warmer than the rocks,” he went on, a tone of gratitude for her help mixed in with his offer to help her in return. Simply not giving him up to their pursuers was repayment enough for helping her out of the camp. To actually help hide him… that was more than he could ever have expected.
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Post by Kelathi on Oct 22, 2019 21:48:28 GMT
It was unclear as to whether it was trust that manipulated her movements, or exhaustion. Either way, as the dragon’s intended meaning became clear, the elf didn’t back away, or refuse his suggestion, despite the fact that that would have perhaps been the most logical response. Instead, perhaps surprisingly so, after only a slight pause she stepped forwards, taking the creature up on his offer with a confidence probably borne from fatigue. Collapsing gratefully into the warm nook of the high dragon’s claws, she looked even smaller against his immense frame. Her skin looked almost ethereally pale against the gleaming, frosted blue-white appearance of his scales, and despite her precarious situation, it wasn’t long before she was asleep, having given into slumber eagerly. A chance to escape the world was clearly welcomed, and like the dragon, she had also yet to fully recover from the last few days, although of course their reasons for fatigue were vastly different.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Oct 27, 2019 18:55:49 GMT
In spite of his offer, Kaitan was surprised when the elf actually took him up on it. Her touch sent small jolts through his him, like little electric bursts. It was the first time a two-leg had ever touched him in this form, without weapon or malice. He had offered out of a desire to help, but would never have expected to actually be taken up on it.
He watched her for several long minutes, long after exhaustion had lulled her to sleep in his grasp. The storm outside had grown louder in the absence of their voices, and Kaitan found himself being lulled to sleep by the thunder and beat of the rain. Taking a deep breath in, he finally settled down, resting his neck and chin over his arms and effectively cocooning the woman. While perhaps not as warm to the touch as a fire dragon would be, he was quite correct in his assertion that he was warm, and coiling his tail around, the two were soon left to sleep.
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Evidently, both had needed the rest.
While it had been evening before when Kaitan had awoken, it was already well into the afternoon when he stirred again, disturbed by the sensation of movement. Opening his eyes more readily this time than before, it didn’t take more than a few moments to recall why he was in this unusual posture, paws out rather than tucked underneath. He lifted his head again, peering down at the small figure, whose presence effectively kept him trapped as long as he didn’t want to drop her.
As awkward as it felt to wake up with her quite literally in his arms, Kaitan yawned long and audibly, the soft rumble echoing in the space of their cave. He couldn’t help the flexing of his paws even with the delicate bundle there, jostling her a little before settling down again. The dragon could feel his strength returned, perhaps not fully as it would take another day or more, but he was well enough to change back, hide until he could go deep into the mountains, far from prying two-leg eyes…
But then, what was to become of this girl? She was as wanted as he would be were any to discover he was in fact a dragon. And that was the other factor to consider; she knew, and she hadn’t betrayed him, hadn’t run from him. A part of him that he tried to largely ignore rather hated the idea of parting ways with the one creature who was accepting of him…
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Post by Kelathi on Nov 19, 2019 21:29:59 GMT
Valhael had awoken to a starless sky.
No... it wasn't the sky. It was something organic, she could see it move slightly in the gloom, and could feel the soft reverberation of tremors in the walls around her. It took her a fair few moments to remember exactly where she was and what she was looking at, but once she did recall, her form stiffened. Had she really wandered eagerly into the grasp of a high dragon? For a heart-stopping moment she wondered if she'd been consumed in her sleep, but then a sliver of light became visible, soon breaking way to a flood of sunlight as the dragon lifted it's head and flexed it's claws. Warily, Valhael sat up, feeling her heart pounding in her chest once more, although she was pretty sure she was safe in the knowledge that the creature meant her no harm. In fact, it had offered protection from the elements just as it had promised. Even so, there was little she could do about her bodies' reaction to being so close to such a mighty predator.
Warily, she climbed carefully out of the dragon's claws, and then facing the cave entrance, stretched. Finally, she turned to look at the creature, who seemed to be regarding herself just as warily, something she thought strange considering the fact that he was perfectly capable of causing her more harm than she was to him. "Thank you for helping me." When she spoke, her voice held no trace of the wariness she felt, although she was indeed still on edge by the great beast's presence despite it being clear that he was not a danger to her. At least not at the moment. A hand came up to rub at her arm, a subconscious motion that spoke volumes of her hesitance as to how to act in such a situation. She had many questions, who was he? What was he? If he was indeed a dragon first and foremost, then could all dragons take on a human form? Why had he been with the company, and why had he himself seemed intent on leaving before she had quite literally run into him?
She settled instead for the most straight-forward question... for now.
"Kaitan... is that your name?" She had heard Alistair shout it at him, as they'd attempted to make their escape. She wasn't sure if it was the creature's name, or some kind of human word that she was not familiar with.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Dec 5, 2019 1:32:25 GMT
Her racing heart didn’t escape his ears, nor did her uncertain hesitation, as if half expecting him to suddenly eat her. Why the two-legs thought they were somehow desirable as a food source completely escaped him, but it was a common enough fear. In spite of this, she didn’t immediately run from his grasp, even taking the time to stretch and consider her options first. At least being eaten wasn’t the only thing on her mind.
Kaitan tilted his head a little at her thanks, half bowing his head in acknowledgement rather than vocally answering. But the look in his eyes was telling; a thank you in return, as his gaze once more moved to the branches that hid their cave. Her question earned more of a response, as the dragon seemed, once more, surprised at her behavior. Or rather, her lack of aggressive behavior. He still recalled quite clearly the green lightning that had once been lacing up her arm, but perhaps even more dangerous to him was the knowledge of what he was. Would she take it to hunters who would now know to look for a shapeshifter?
“Yes,” he replied to her question, but didn’t ask for hers in return, almost acting as if shy. He didn’t ask for her name in part because he figured she was likely to simply run once the opportunity arose. An old pain, there, that he was reluctant to revisit.
Finally he rose to his feet, wings awkwardly tucked alongside to try and fit within the confines of the cave, the long horns of his head bumping against the roof even as his head ducked down. Then, just as he had when transitioning to the great beast, he seemed to shimmer, shrinking down to human size, with the dark robes and pale hair noticeable even against the light.
A moment later, he shimmered again. Once more changing from human, but into some draconic hybrid, one hand going to his head as he took a stumbling step, the large wings having to help catch him. What stood before the elf wouldn’t even pass for a Qunari, not when the horns and patterned skin accompanied wings and tail. Kaitan was visibly surprised by his own magic, although why wasn’t as immediately certain. Still so weak he wasn’t able to completely transition back to human, in spite of managing to hold it together until the bitter end. While transforming he had begun making his way towards the cave entrance, clearly expecting them to do as agreed in the tent the day before and simply part ways once safe. Now, his step pulled him back deeper into the cave, watching the entrance more fearfully than might be expected of a dragon.
It only heightened how odd it was for him to be found in a company of those who would want to kill him, if he was so quickly frightened by the idea of being found out.
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Post by Kelathi on Dec 26, 2019 22:52:24 GMT
A creature of few words, it seemed, which was perfectly fine with Valhael. Had she been helped by some human or elf, she would have expected a tirade of questions about how she had closed the rift, or about the magic that had once spewed so violently from her arm. The dragon, she supposed, had bigger fish to fry, so to speak, or perhaps just didn’t concern himself with such human problems. Although, judging how she had found Kaitan in the company of others, she doubted this was completely the case. Either way, she was glad for the lack of questions, because it matched the fact that she had a lack of answers. She remembered clearly why she had been travelling, and what she had been escaping from, but how she had come to be… ‘infected’… with this strange power to close the rifts, or how she had been captured by the army- she could not recall. Only snippets that faded before she had chance to capitalise on them, to dissect them and find out what they mean. Like trying to catch fog with your fingers, or trying to make sense of something faintly visible but without true form.
Kaitan’s dramatic change drew her attention back to the present, and she watched with wide-eyed wonder as he transformed. As he stumbled, she felt an urge to step forwards to help, but stood her ground, instead, opting to wait and see what happened. He looked panicked, - why?
“What’s wrong?” She asked, as he seemed to shrink back, as if spooked by the light.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Dec 26, 2019 23:07:35 GMT
Oh, how innocent her question was, and yet so very treacherous.
There was a very clear fear in Kaitan’s gaze as he turned to the elf, in spite of having helped her and having been helped. Should he even answer her? The answer could well be the death of him. Who knew if her behavior was still be dictated to out of a fear of being harmed by the dragon?
But… she was hunted too. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to turn on him simply because of her own status. And she had seen him running from the camp before his dragon side forced its way out.
“I…” he began, hesitantly, wondering how obvious his answer would be. “I don’t… yet… have the strength to hold my form…”
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Post by Kelathi on Dec 26, 2019 23:16:06 GMT
If Valhael fully grasped what it was Kaitan was telling her, it didn't seem to show. All her expression showed in that moment was concern. Concern for the way that he had stumbled, and a touch of unease for the fearful way he had looked at her. It was a look she'd only recently been privy too, and not one she enjoyed. It certainly was not one she wanted to see on the face of the one person that had deigned to help her. "Do you need help?" The question was asked brashly and after only a moment's pause for consideration, her thoughts running a mile a minute at the moment. Clearly, in her mind, she still had a debt to repay, and hiding the dragon from hunters did not quite cut it in her head.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Dec 27, 2019 0:05:12 GMT
With such an open expression, it was easy to tell when her words made it shift to one of pure confusion. He’d never been asked that before, certainly never by one who wasn’t of his kind. The unease at least slipped from him as he considered what she could do, his eyes dropping, at a loss.
“I just… need to hide, until I can… change,” he said, catching himself before reusing the word ‘hide.’ Hide from humans, the wardens and the mages, who would be all too willing to kill him for being a dragon. But the easiest way was to hide in plain sight. Two meanings to the same word, but he knew that she might not understand the distinction.
His eyes went back to the cave opening, his tail twitching uncomfortably. “How long have we been here?” was the latest unexpected question, his interest in moving on an obviously practiced one. A day and a night in one cave, and he was already edgy about being found out?
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Post by Kelathi on Dec 27, 2019 21:24:05 GMT
“We escaped the camp yesterday.” Valhael responded, eyeing him carefully, as if wary he were about to collapse at any moment. After a few moments, she continued, and as she spoke it was clear that her mind was made up, and what she said was less of a suggestion and more of a statement of what was going to happen. “I will help you get food, you can stay hidden and rest whilst I hunt.” How she was going to do so, with no weapon to speak of, was not clear, but although Valhael had been armed before she’d been captured, she knew very well how to make her own weapons. She was not much of a fighter, but foraging and hunting for small game were skills that came naturally to an elf.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Dec 27, 2019 23:22:26 GMT
Only yesterday? It felt as if he had been sleeping for a week… but perhaps that was in part why he was still too tired to fully change. A part of him wanted to change back to his full form, to reserve as much as he could before he’d be forced to move on.
But then the elf spoke again.
His surprise at her declaration was obvious, his gaze having jumped back to her as she began speaking. Kaitan was struck speechless not only at her continuing insistence on helping him, but the fact that she was so willing to take charge when facing a dragon, only half shifted into a human form. Even more than before, he towered over her, and yet she had ended up in charge.
“But… you’re hunted too,” he finally managed, his voice soft, confused and concerned. She was still risking herself, still trying to help even at her own peril. They were in similar positions. That was why he had helped her originally, a sense of obligation borne from wanting to help another in his situation when able. Simply not turning him over was repayment enough from her… why was she still helping him?
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