Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 13, 2014 18:02:57 GMT -8
3076.08.05 | Evening
At least this time, they’d been able to drive Tiberax’s people away, though they’d not be able to recover much of the food shipment. T’vax rubbed the makeshift binding on his arm. He found it vaguely ironic. One of the things his father had least liked about him was his reluctance to strike finishing blows, and now…
What has this done to us? What are we becoming?
Made warriors of you. Taught you to fight, given you lessons in the strategy of combat. You become that which you have to be.
T’vax rolled his shoulders back, squaring them against the thick fur-lined leather of his jacket. It was his and Slinesteth’s job, as lead, to maintain lookout against possible attacks. Slinesteth didn’t think it was likely, not given how they’d eventually fled the attack. He especially didn’t think it likely, because the leader of this group of supply thieves was one of those laying on red snow. Of course, he wasn’t the only one so laying…
ArienaMine says all salvageable supplies are recovered. The voice was too calm, the mind behind it likewise. All three of the dragons felt that way, Slinesteth included.
Slinesteth swooped down, landing with precision. T’vax slid off, pacing across to one of the red patches in the snow. It was right next to an artificial snow bank. One created by a large creature falling out of the sky with momentum and hitting the snow. J’lyp had cut himself free from his straps and attacked, trying to defend his dragon. The dragon was gone now, between with the J’lyp’s last breath. T’vax stared at the body. J’lyp’s eyes were wide, unseeing, his mouth partway open. A scream or a gasp of surprise, they’d never know which.
He was grinning this morning. Said he never felt more alive than in the middle of a good fight. T’vax swallowed, raised his shields against the dragons’ sadness, against his own. Bending, he caught up J’lyp’s body. He staggered slightly, but was able to cross back to Slin unassisted. He could feel Ariena and L’kine watching him.
“What of the others’ bodies?”
T’vax turned to look at L’kine. “Leave them. Let them see the price for this.” He could feel the snarl that twisted his face. He didn’t care.
Let’s be gone from here! he told the dragons, climbing up onto Slin’s back, J’lyp’s body held in Slin’s forearms. They hung in the sky for a moment, three dragons were not so long ago had been four, then disappeared into between. They would emerge separately, as if coming back from separate errands.
At least this time, they’d been able to drive Tiberax’s people away, though they’d not be able to recover much of the food shipment. T’vax rubbed the makeshift binding on his arm. He found it vaguely ironic. One of the things his father had least liked about him was his reluctance to strike finishing blows, and now…
What has this done to us? What are we becoming?
Made warriors of you. Taught you to fight, given you lessons in the strategy of combat. You become that which you have to be.
T’vax rolled his shoulders back, squaring them against the thick fur-lined leather of his jacket. It was his and Slinesteth’s job, as lead, to maintain lookout against possible attacks. Slinesteth didn’t think it was likely, not given how they’d eventually fled the attack. He especially didn’t think it likely, because the leader of this group of supply thieves was one of those laying on red snow. Of course, he wasn’t the only one so laying…
ArienaMine says all salvageable supplies are recovered. The voice was too calm, the mind behind it likewise. All three of the dragons felt that way, Slinesteth included.
Slinesteth swooped down, landing with precision. T’vax slid off, pacing across to one of the red patches in the snow. It was right next to an artificial snow bank. One created by a large creature falling out of the sky with momentum and hitting the snow. J’lyp had cut himself free from his straps and attacked, trying to defend his dragon. The dragon was gone now, between with the J’lyp’s last breath. T’vax stared at the body. J’lyp’s eyes were wide, unseeing, his mouth partway open. A scream or a gasp of surprise, they’d never know which.
He was grinning this morning. Said he never felt more alive than in the middle of a good fight. T’vax swallowed, raised his shields against the dragons’ sadness, against his own. Bending, he caught up J’lyp’s body. He staggered slightly, but was able to cross back to Slin unassisted. He could feel Ariena and L’kine watching him.
“What of the others’ bodies?”
T’vax turned to look at L’kine. “Leave them. Let them see the price for this.” He could feel the snarl that twisted his face. He didn’t care.
Let’s be gone from here! he told the dragons, climbing up onto Slin’s back, J’lyp’s body held in Slin’s forearms. They hung in the sky for a moment, three dragons were not so long ago had been four, then disappeared into between. They would emerge separately, as if coming back from separate errands.