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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 12:21 pm
How dare she? How dare she? The miniature bard skidded to a halt by his companion’s side and shot Mithrana a look that by all dramatical rights ought to have left her a smoking pile of base atoms. “You get the hell away from him,” the grey-skinned man snarled. “I don’t give a damn whether or not you think you’re being helpful; you have no right!” The sorcerer paused, very much aware that he had probably gone close to white with fear but, here and now, there was no damn way he was going to let his innate patheticness win over his need to tell this b***h what she deserved to hear.
“You gallop in out of nowhere,” he went on, levitating himself up to be on eye level with the fire wyrm, “you attack you own son without provocation and now now you have the audacity to start behaving like a mother ought! You low down scum!" His hands were shaking now but he couldn’t let it make him run; he had to stay by his huge friend’s side in case she went from kindly to psychopath again.
Angetenar blinked dazedly up at his floating bonded. Suspended in mid air the shaking of his hands was clear and even in his dazed state he could see that they had gone white. Physical signs aside he could feel the terror pouring off his companion and yet the bard wasn't running. Wow, the little guy could sure as hell stand up to people when he really felt he had to…
Perhaps this would help matters though. Reaching out towards his small friend’s mind, the black phoenix wyrm latched onto the pale-haired creature’s fear and drew it away. As the powerful emotion touched him, it appeared like a pulsing cloud of sickly purple to his mind’s eye, the hybrid felt his flames grow slightly hotter and his head began to clear slightly. There, now he was a little less beaten and his friend was somewhat less afraid; win/win situation.
Slowly, painfully, Angetenar got to his feet and limped over to stand beside his hovering bonded. Pain thrummed through his body and he did his best not to wince at it too much; that would be weakness in her eyes. “Easy Bee,” he murmured, eyes on Mithrana. “I’m sure she has a perfectly good explanation, don’t you?” He didn’t even know what to call the fire wyrm. Calling her by her name didn’t feel right but calling her ‘mother’ didn’t seem any better. Well he could sort that out later if needs be; for now she knew he was talking to her and that was enough.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 1:11 pm
Mithrana had never been yeled at like that before. Well that was intresting,Mithrana wasn't quite sure what to make of it. She could clearly see he was shaking with fear the entire time he was yelling. Mithrana sat were she was. "You are a strange little creature." she said she felt much better after her fight regardless if her son was the one who got hurt more than she. The yelling seemed not to affect her at all. "But you are loud." she said with slight distaste. The only reason she wasn't going to kill him was because it might kill her son at the same time.
The fire wyrm's green eyes staired back at the little gray man and she snorted spraying harmless jets of flames on each side of him briefly. Well he was loud. She gave a growl to see what he would do.
She noticed Angetenar stand beside his bonded shakily. Mithrana twitched agiain feeling her fractured leg. Pain shot up her foreleg through her. Stupid humans. It was obvious now that she had stopped moving around so fast that her leg had been broken before the fight. Mithrana needed to s**t down now before she crumpled and embarassed herself again. The fire wyrm sat down and nodded to Angetenar.
"I needed to see if my leg had healed." And she needed an outlet for her rage. It could have been anyone. A son or daughter. Maybe even her mate. Or just a random wyrm. She just needed an outlet.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 1:28 pm
Fear drained away leaving a numb patch in its place, that and the rage of course. Beetle winced as the twin jets of flame danced either side of him and as the wyrm growled but his terror was too recently drained to return in full. The dark-eyed gnome glanced over at his companion and sent him a mental wave of thanks; it was good not to be frightened anymore even if the numbness of stolen emotion was disturbing in itself.
“I see,” the blond said tonelessly. “Your leg. Of course. How very silly of me not to spot such an obvious reason to accost one’s child.”
The tan-marked wyrm sighed at the fire creature’s words; typical. Taking his mother’s sitting down as permission to do so himself without being thought badly of, make that worse of, the hybrid sank down gratefully. Glancing up at his still hovering friend, Angetenar gave the pale man a mental tap on the shoulder which caused him to float down to ground level. The purple creature repressed a smile at the protective hand that was laid on his flank a moment later; this was no place or time for smiles.
“So,” he said softly, not meeting the elder creature’s eyes, “how’ve you been?” It wasn’t fair that he still cared about her but there it was. He couldn’t help it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 3:26 pm
No fear? Angetenar must have pulled it out to help both him an his bonded. And apparently testing her leg hadn't been a good enough reason for the bonded. So fine then the Gnome would never understand. A growl sounded in her throat again but not an offensive one nor angry.
"You are not like your sisters or other brothers." she said plainly. no, he seemed like Zaurak, her first son, whom she hardly ever saw anymore. he was more like Arch, their father.
He was looking down? Why? was he ashamed to be her child? Or was he ashamed by her? The thought stung. Even for her. It was a strange emotion different than rage, than hate. Different from most of her strongest emotions the ones that drove her life.
"I've been well." she said but still something clearly was bothering her. The fact she had lost twice to that fool!
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 3:45 pm
Much though he still wanted to rip the female wyrm’s spleen out and shove it down her throat, the blond sorcerer had enough sense to know that firstly he probably wasn’t even capable to scratching the fire creature and secondly that Tenar wouldn’t thank him for it. Feelings, as he had often stated, were bloody stupid and could not be controlled by the mind. Life would probably be a bit dull if they could.
The hybrid raised his head slowly, frowning at the tone in his mother’s voice. “…You sure?” he asked uncertainly. “And what happened to your leg anyway?... is it alright?” For all that he didn’t share her views, for all that she often got violent without something that he would see as a cause she was still… still his mother. Family mattered and much though he often disliked, even hated his mother he still loved her. Perhaps he would have to talk to his bonded about this later; the tiny creature was good at thinking about things like this. When it applied to other people at any rate.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:11 pm
Mithrana ignored the gnome some more and continued to speak with her son. If only that thing wasn't his bonded... she could picture herself eating it in one swallow. The Gnome too was still under the effects of the emotional drain. It would be no fun to torment him if he couldn't fear. But alas that wasn't the case and Angetenar would probably die or be emotionally scarred if the gnome was permanently silent.
“I’m fine” she assured “I broke it in the tournament.” She said still rather pissed it had given way in such an important mach. “That b*****d broke it” she hissed under her breath for only Angetenar. Who she assumed would tell his bonded latter. “Then I was attacked by stupid humans and light wyrms.” She said growling again at the thought of them touching her even if it was to help. She didn’t need their help.
“How did you do?” she asked curious as to her son’s success. She had heard he entered the tournament with another. Although she did not approve of him fighting with anyone perhaps he did win. She preferred to fight alone.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:58 pm
Well at least she seemed to have calmed down a bit now; he felt safe to take his eyes off her and let Tenar say whatever he felt he had to say to her. This decided, the grey-skinned man turned away from the fire wyrm to inspect his companion’s injuries. He probably wouldn’t be able to heal them all today, scratch that he knew he wouldn’t be able to but he could certainly make a start.
Kneeling down, the forest gnome held his hands a few inches away from the largest of his friend’s injuries and began to sing softly in his native tongue. The words seemed to hang in the air longer than was natural and, after a few moments, the prickly tang of magic flavoured the world. As the melody wove quietly on, the cauterized injury and its brethren began to knit themselves closed with the rhythm of the song.
He had been about to reply to his mother when the song started. As the magic touched his various aches and pains, Tenar closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. It would be nice not to hurt quite so much; hurting was no fun at all. He knew that Beetle had already used quite a bit of magic today and so he wasn’t surprised when it was only a short song. Brief though the touch of the healing magic has been though, he found himself feeling somewhat better for it. A glance down at himself confirmed that all of his wounds had now scabbed themselves closed, shutting out any badness that might have tried to creep in.
“Thanks Bee,” the hybrid smiled, leaning around to give his tiny companion a nudge and to have a hand brush briefly along his jaw in return. It was good to be bonded. “Anyway,” he went on, turning back to face his mother as his grey-skinned friend folded himself into a sitting position, hand back on his flank. “Where were we? Oh, yea tournament… err well actually me and my team-mate won the first round,” he said with an uncertain grin. “It was a close thing but we won all the same.” She had probably told him about ‘the b*****d’ quietly for a reason and so the tan-patterned wyrm decided to ask the question that had occurred to him privately. “Which b*****d would that be?” he asked into his mother’s mind.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:39 pm
Mithrana turned to the gnome who was now singing in a foreign language. Not a man’s tongue but something different. Perhaps that little insect wasn’t so useless. Mithrana still didn’t like him.
She turned her attention back to her son. “Good.” She said. She was surprised that they had won but after fighting him herself he did have some fight in him. Regardless of how little it was. “Against Ealir'faryn wasn’t it?” She had recalled seeing the fire wyrm with the devil’s amulet enter with the light wyrm. Before she started her match up with Zale. “Win again” she told him. If her son won again he would be the winner of the doubles tournament. That would be interesting to see. Perhaps she would watch his next match.
Zale, she hissed the name in his mind. She hated him beyond belief. She would get in eventually She felt fighting with Tenar had helped her keep level with Zale. She would win against him and when she did she would rip him apart.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:58 pm
“Well isn’t she lovely?” Beetle sent to his companion. “Not the demanding sort at all,” he added, his mental voice awash with sarcasm. b***h. Not wishing him fortune, not encouraging just plain telling him to win. Why if he had his way he’d… he’d what? The best he could hope to do was best her in a battle of wits and, judging by what he’d seen so far, this female didn’t like to lose. She might well eat him if he made her lose face.
”Yes,” Angetenar said softly, his voice going dull again. “It was. I’ll try.” Somehow he wasn’t looking forward to the clash so much anymore, not now that he had this demand laid on his head. “I really wish I could either please her or not give a flying s**t what she thinks of me,” the hybrid confided in his friend.
“I wish you didn’t care too,” the gnome replied, “but you do and so you’ll just have to make the best of it I suppose.” He wished there was a way that he could help… but there wasn’t. Damn. There never seemed to be anything he could do for his draconic companion against this fire-hag of a mother he was stuck with.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:10 pm
The fire wyrm snorted at Tenar's bonded. Damn that little thing was starting to piss her off again. She could tell by how he was sitting and silently speaking to Tenar.
I still don't like him she told her son. What did you see in him?
Mithrana nodded approvingly "Well done." she said with a flick of her tail. Mithrana rubbed her head against her fractured arm. it was still bothering her quite a bit. Considering she pushed herself too.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:24 pm
Angetnear narrowed his eyes at his mother “I see a friend, somebody to banter with, to travel with, to laugh with. I see somebody who, in the time he has known me, has shown me more love and loyalty than anyone else In the world. Did you miss the bit where he stood up to you on my behalf? Didn’t you see how terrified of you he was and how he damn well did it anyway? If courage and loyalty like that aren’t reason to stay with somebody then I sure as hell don’t know what is, mother.”
The hybrid paused as the fire wyrm’s spoken words rolled over him. How was he supposed to deal with inconsistencies like this? One second she insulted the creature he had chosen to link his life with and the next she was actually giving him praise. “I…” The purple wyrm paused uncertainly, searching his mother’s eyes from something he could comprehend. Somehow all he could see right now were the vast gulfs of difference. “Thank you,” he said softly. “And I really will try my best to win, not just for the prize… To make you proud.”
Something had just passed between the two mighty creatures, he was sure of it. What he didn’t know was what it had been other than tense and angry. With the mood as it was, he couldn’t help but be surprised by what the pair said aloud. Mithrana’s words bemused him; they didn’t seem in keeping with the rest of her behaviour but his wyrm friend’s words ached. Trying to please somebody who you were so utterly different to was difficult, very difficult. He didn’t envy the hybrid’s task of making this creature happy with his actions one bit.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 7:08 pm
Mithrana didn't know what exactly to say to that. But still. She nodded acceptingly. She could no change the fact he had chosen to bond, even if he was well weak in her mind. He was so much like his father. Mithrana gave a slight sigh then looked back to Angetenar. I will never understand such things. She told him But, she added softly in his mind You are much like Achernar your father. She turned her head away briefly to tend to a wound on her back and allowed a slight smile to appear on her lips but it faded before she turned to face her son again.
The fire wyrm was suprised to hear Angetenar's words after she had insulted the bonded that was with him. Flames licked her spine comfortably. What should she say now? She wasn't good at things like this Achernar was always best in this sort of ordeal. He was always level headed when she was not.
"You’re welcome." she said still not sure what to say. Mithrana had gone through a massive mood swing and did so often. Cursa even avoided her when she was like that.
Even though I’m not a good mother she paused looking away I’m proud of you anyway. She said. If anyone else heard this they probably thing she was soft Zale would mock her. Certain humans would mock her and try to take advantage of it. She placed her head on her claws. he was indeed like his father. Same Morals and similar personality.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 6:39 am
The purple hybrid paused a moment before giving a tentative smile “Yea,” he replied “I guess I am.” At least she seemed willing to accept the fact that he had bonded where he had; that was much better than he’d expected. Perhaps he expected too little of his mother; he’d been very young when he’d struck out on his own, perhaps he’d only been thinking of her as a child did and expecting her to be like he’d heard other mothers were.
“I’ll come and find you when it’s over,” the tan-marked hybrid decided, “let you know how I did…” He ought to have some response to the other words she had spoken privately to him but it was hard to think of how to respond to that. “Thank you… and you’re not that bad. You taught me lots of stuff, like not taking crap from anyone and not trying to change who I am for other people. I guess we’re not all that much like other families but… well we’re still family, right?”
The blond gnome glanced from one fire-crested wyrm to the other and back again. This, he decided, was probably not the time to interrupt their conversation. Keeping his silence the bard lent back against his friend’s side, dark eyes focused on one of the mixed-blood’s taloned forefeet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 2:00 pm
Mithrana nodded. She would wait and watch, Mithrana stood in front of her son in an unthreatening manner more for the bonded than for her son.
We are still family, even though it is a strange one She told him them smirked, that trait in itself seemed to have passed to all her children. She grinned "True enough." she said out loud. Her leg felt better just enough to walk back to the arena.
"It's time for me to return." she told her son turning away from him. Mithrana stretched her neck around to hear what he had to say before she left.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 3:32 pm
Angetenar clambered to his feet, nodding in agreement to his mother’s words, both mental and mundane. “Yea,” he went on, “I should get back too.” It was almost unreal, thinking of himself as a finalist. He’d always thought of himself as tough but this, this was something else. Soon his remaining wounds would be patched and he would face the last fight of the tournament. Whichever way things went he’d win honours and prizes but his heart was set on gold and his mother’s pride.
“Bye,” he called after the pure fire wyrm, a slight smile tugging at his mouth.
Beetle rose fluidly to his feet alongside his bonded wyrm, dark eyes fixed on Mithrana. What was he to make of such a creature? Violence then healing? Anger then pride? He didn’t trust the wyrm and inch and couldn’t help but worry about the tentative affection he knew his draconic friend felt for her. She was his mother and he loved her; rebukes were forgotten for kinder words and even these felt callous to his ears.
“Place not your trust in the fickle my friend,” he sent softly. “It will bring you little but pain in the end.”
The great purple head tilted slightly to one side and a reply sparked back down the connection shared by the two contrasting creatures, though the half breed did not look away from his mother to address his bonded.
“Perhaps that’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
Beetle closed his eyes and sighed wearily to himself; perhaps the burned hand would teach best after all, there was nothing more he could do to persuade his friend that trusting the fire hag was a bad idea. “So be it my dearest Angetenar, so be it.”
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