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 Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:27 pm
This is an RP between myself and CiRqUe Du DaRk RoSeS.
An RP about a Prince, and his Guardian.
The Prince, Cyril Azshara, is a mere Pixie dragon, reaching a size only slightly bigger than that of a humming bird's.
The Guardian, Zeddon, a valiant and powerful Fire dragon, whom is less than kind toward those of royalty.
One of the more fierce kingdoms are putting the Pixie dragon's whole exsistance into question. This kingdom is known as the Sky dragon kindgom, a race of dragon's that believes their race is more superior.
The Sky dragons are elegant and graceful, but also very strong and deadly, and their plans are always elaborate.
Many small kingdoms have already fallen due to their wrath.
In order to save the Pixie dragon kingdom, the Prince will be hidden away, protected in the Fire dragon kingdom by his protector, Zeddon.
(PS: I know this description sucks. D: )
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:50 pm
Cyril walked down the hall of his kingdom, it was midnight and of course, he was being escorted by some of the kingdom's strongest guards. The kingdom had fallen prey to a more powerful, more fierce government, that was attempting to overthrow the King by destroying him, and any in his bloodline. Of course, the Prince was the second most important target, and his Father wanted to ensure his safety by having him leave the kingdom, to hide away somewhere.
He would be forced to leave with only one guard, that guard had been bound to the Prince for all eternity, and if the Prince should ever fall, that guard would fall aswell.
He approached the balcony he had been lead to, resting his hands on the railing and looking down at his feet. In his human form, he was irregularly small, much smaller than most other dragon's in their human form, or in their dragon form.
He awaited the guards to escort his protector to the balcony aswell, after his Father was finished explaining to him a designated place for the Prince to stay.
He bit his lip, his shoulder-length iris curls gleaming in the light of the midnight moon, his hair looked black from afar, but it had a blue glint to it, that gave it a certain uniqueness.
He was frightened, mainly because he would be leaving the safety of his home, being so young, it wasn't often he would leave his kingdom, for any reason at all. Yet, he trusted his father's decisions.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:27 pm
The light sound of footsteps could be heard making there way down one of the halls. There were voices as well, more than three to say the least, two seeming to argue while the other simply babbled. One voice easily overpowered the other two. This voice, deep and demanding, authoritive as it spoke in a sharp, agitated tone. Something had made the owner of this tone upset, if not just a little pissed off. It was clearly a male and an adult at that, by his appearance he was not of the kingdom he now occupied. He stood well over the two men beside him, a good foot or so. Dressed in armor he was obviously a protector and judging by what his armor was made out of he was one of a higher ranking. He was here to meet the Prince he was told to protect, the Prince he pledged his life to without even seeing first. Zeddon, how could you make such a mistake?
“Sir, I must request that you stay here awhile so-“ the small stature of the man beside the Fire dragon shut his lips as he was given an eerie look. He gulped quietly and parted his lips to say more though the warrior was already walking ahead.
“I will not stay…my departure has already been past overdue. I don’t wish to stay here any longer than needed. My job is to protect your Prince. Staying here in the middle of the battle will make things too complicated. Now I suggest you leave the matter be. The preservation of his life is more important than his comfort….” He seethed and continued down the small hallway towards the double doors to the balcony. He was obviously low on tolerance as of now, the two advisors having talked his ears off on the way there.
For a moment he stopped and turned to the two whispering beings, a claw extended as his purple eyes blazed. “My sword…it shall be returned…now,” he said simply and watched to see who would be the first to protest. He after all was not one to be messed with especially not when in such a pissy mood. He wasn’t too fond of pixie dragons after all; he saw them as an insult to dragons. If it weren’t for the larger kingdoms that were allies with them there would be no such thing.
The sword was laid in his hand and soon after returned wistfully to its hilt. The dragon turned on his heel and reached out to take the golden knobs of the door, only to be beaten by the two now nervous advisors. He shook his head with a slight glare, looking up as the doors were opened to see what looked like a simple child.
A silver brow was raised and he took a few steps forward to try to understand the situation. This after all could be there prince. The two advisors were well over twenty thousand years of age yet they were the size of his own species children. He raised his head and cleared his throat; exposed brown arms crossing over a broad chest. If he had to protect something this small it may not be too hard. He could always dig a hole and stick the prince in it, no one would think of looking for him there.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:40 pm
Cyril blinked slightly as he heard the squabbling down the hall, looking over his shoulder when the doors were opened. The doors opening revealed a much larger man that was not of this race, or this kingdom, so he already gathered the fact that he must be his sworn protector. He turned to face him, but he kept a rather bold, unshaking stance, even as the man was so much larger, and stronger than himself.
He huffed slightly, he'd never been fond of Fire dragons, they always seemed rather hot-tempered, and of course, they often mocked the pixie dragon kingdoms.
He'd already heard a little bit about this man from his Father, but only enough to put a name to the man that stood before him.
"Lord Zeddon, I presume?" He said, his voice feminine, but obviously carrying arrogance and a hint of what would be a spoiled Prince.
He extended a small gloved hand toward the man, and as he did so, he pondered, knowing that the other male could very well crush his hand with one, slight twitch of his muscles.
He curled his thin, black, feather-tipped tail around one of his ankles as he looked up at the Fire dragon with wide, white-blue eyes. Even though he was considered young, he was still a few hundred years of age, enough to be considered "mature", but not a full adult.
Pixie dragons were considered useless, among other more powerful dragons, the only form of protection the Pixie dragons wielded were that of magic. Though, they were usually a peaceful race.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:55 pm
“Oh dear, Prince Cyril, You haven’t been waiting long have you? We were simply trying to convince the Lord to stay in our humble lands a little while longer…” the advisor continued on with his nonsense though no one was really listening to him in particular. The other advisor simply stood there nodding meekly as he stared up to this unfamiliar race before him. He had after all never seen a fire dragon before in the flesh. He had read about them in many books though, this being required of a Royal Advisor’s apprentice. This was truly an honor for him though it seemed his prince could care less. He wasn’t very sure as to why, Zeddon was in many books…though many of the scarier ones for the older children and young adults.
Deep purple eyes looked down to the delicate hand that reached out. The young dragon was obviously looking for a handshake though he was looking for one in the wrong place. “Hm,” he smirked lightly and shook his head, hands resting on his hips. “I wouldn’t dream of shaking your hand…plus I’d hate to get those little gloves dirty. By the looks of it they don’t touch very much,” he chuckled to himself, never having been very fond of the higher ups.
The only reason Zeddon was a protector was because he had protected the young princes of his own kingdom. The simple fact of the matter was he was in the right place at the right time. After that day everything else was smooth sailing. He was always being taken care of, and waited on hand and foot just like the stuck of snobs of the upper class. Rarely did he enter the castle though, taking much more joy down on earth with the ‘commoners.’
“I believe your things are ready…lets get going,” he said simply as he turned to leave, he was in a hurry to get out of the tiny kingdom. He was surprised that he made it through the city without stepping on someone’s house. He felt like a giant in the land of the pixie dragons and always had to be careful of the youngsters. It was a stressing ordeal and for that reason he wanted to get out as quickly as possible.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:05 pm
Cyril only rolled his eyes when the other refused to shake his hand, and scoffed at the comment that followed shortly afterwards. Though he didn't really think it was fair the way Princes and royalty were treated, forced to stay in the sanctity of their kingdoms in fear that they may be attacked by someone from another kingdom. Had he not been born a Prince, he was sure he would venture the world, though the thought of a Pixie Dragon traveling anywhere, alone, was somewhat ridiculous.
He followed after Zeddon as the other male exited the blacony, his footsteps light and gentle compared to that of his protector's. His thin tail trailed behind him as he walked, the black and blue feathers at the end wafting.
His eyes watched the larger dragon before him, rather wary of him, he wondered why his Father would trust someone like this to protect him. He did appear strong, though he also seemed unfriendly, and even potentially dangerous to not only his foes, but to the Prince aswell.
"Lord Zeddon, how far will we be traveling to our destination?" He asked curiously, as his Father had not told him ahead of time where he would be going. The decision to have the Prince removed from the kingdom was rather sudden, happening only earlier that morning.
He was worried about traveling, because he figured they would be going either by foot, or by air, he knew he would have trouble keeping up with the Fire dragon no matter which form of transport they chose.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:34 pm
Once outside of the kingdom Zeddon stopped to talk to a few of the guards. He made sure that the Princes things had already been sent to the Fire Kingdom. The last thing he needed to be bothered with was finding the Prince new clothes. Especially since there was no way in hell he was traveling all the way back simply for his royal suitcases. Zeddon after all had a hard time finding the little kingdom. Even with his good eyesight it was hard to find them, they were well hidden which couldn’t have been to hard once you think about how small they are.
“Yes, Sir, everything has been delivered as requested. Shall we go retrieve the Princes carriage?”
Zeddon muffled a laugh and shook his head no, patting the small soldier on his shoulder. “That will not be necessary I assure you. He will travel just fine by air,” he smirked as he looked over his shoulder to the young prince. He had the perfect form of transportation for the special young man. This form of transport will be the fastest and most comfortable for them both. The wingspan of a pixie dragon after all rarely exceeded a foot. At that size the chances of the Prince keeping up was zero and Zeddon didn’t have the patience to wait for him.
Those purples eyes looked up to the rather large gate before him. He watched as the iron doors parted to let them threw, he was actually a little surprised that they weren’t being accompanied by a few of the guard on there way out. Usually when the royalty of his kingdom was leaving the guard followed for at least a good four hundred miles at the least. This was no problem though; it was time for the little Prince to be on his own. No more being watched over by everyone in the damn kingdom. With Zeddon by his side he’d pretty much have to fend for himself.
“It’s obvious that you didn’t do too much studying in your younger years. The Kingdom of Fire is just about 756 thousand miles away,” he sighed as he started off towards the forest that separated all of the many kingdoms. For now the trees were pretty short, stretching three feet at the most over Zeddon’s head, though as they stumbled deeper things became much bigger. The forest after all was very dense and further you went the darker it became. Most creatures traveled along the outside since it was lighter but traveling for comfort meant adding on two more days when walking. If they flew they’d be there by nightfall, though he wasn’t too sure about how Cyril would act upon being put in a bag and carried to the Kingdom of Fire.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:49 pm
The Prince crossed his arms as they came up to the guards, standing there, ans listening to Zeddon and the guards talking to one another. He followed after the larger male once the gates were opened, keeping his tail lifted and away from the ground as to not drag the sensitive tail-feathers against the dirty forest floor.
"I did study." He huffed resiliantly at what the Fire dragon said to him, his white-blue eyes narrowed defensively,"My Fathere did not tell me where you would be taking me." He said, one of his hands moving up to streak through his iris locks.
"For your information, there is alot a Prince needs to know, especially if they'll be ruling a kingdom." He said, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he looked to Zeddon.
He looked around the forest as they walked deeper and deeper into it, the trees becoming taller, and somewhat overwhelming. He hadn't been even this far out of his kingdom, this part of the forest was completely new to him.
He jumped slightly when suddenly, a small flock of birds was startled by their movement and fluttered up into the skies. He took a deep breath and sighed, shaking his head, he knew he should feel safe when he was around Zeddon, but he still didnt trust his protector.
"How will we be traveling anyway, Lord Zeddon?" He asked curiously,"If we fly, I certainly wont be able to keep up with you..." He said, his voice trailing off. He was somewhat jealous of the large dragons, being able to cover so much land so quickly in flight, but the Pixie dragons could only travel short distances, before becoming tired out.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:08 am
Zeddon was ignoring the prince at the moment, too deep in his own thoughts. He wasn’t sure how exactly he planned on getting the Prince there. If he told him he wanted to put him in a little velvet bag to carry him in he was sure the Prince would disapprove. With that Zeddon disapproved of letting the little brat ride on his back for the way there. He tapped his chin as he went through a few scenarios most of them going terribly wrong in the end. One of them actually suggesting that he kill the Prince and say that he never arrived to the kingdom to pick him up. This would start a larger war though and Zeddon wasn’t sure of too many kingdoms that would take in a criminal, especially one that murdered a prince.
Out of irritation he gave a slight huff and turned to look at Cyril. Slowly his eyes rose to the skies, the blue above hardly visible with the many trees. With a low growl he took a step forward, towards the small prince, his own armor plated tail swaying in agitation. “We’re going up,” he said simply before swiftly hauling the light body of the other over his plated shoulder.
Easily Zeddon slinked up the trees, each being so close together that climbing them was a smooth transition from walking. Most of the branches were intertwined, being held up by a stronger one below and another below that one. It was easy to get his footing and boost himself up to the top. It only took about five minutes at the most and once up there Cyril was sat down on a branch while Zeddon stood.
His eyes gazed out over the ocean of dark green trees, for miles they were all that could be seen, reaching out towards the line that separated land from sky. Towards the south though stood mountains, they were the walls that protected the fire kingdom. Once close enough one could see the dark smoke rise and twist above the majestic mountains, though the smoke never blew past them. That was the direction they were going in, and Cyril would be carried there, whether he was up for it or not.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:18 am
Cyril blinked slightly when the other male suddenly turned to him,"U-up?" He simply said, though, he didn't have enough time to protest as Zeddon pulled him over his shoulder. "Hey!" He exclaimed as the Fire dragon leapt up into the tree tops, his white-blue eyes watching as the forest floor shrank beneathe them the higher they went up.
His heart beat like mad, even after he was set down on a branch, looking up as the other surveyed the land.
He opened his mouth to spew a sling of irritated words at Zeddon, but then he just shut his mouth and huffed, looking away. He flicked his tail around his ankles, his white-blue eyes thin and filled with quiet fury as he pouted over the current situation. "If you intend on carrying me, you should let me know ahead of time." He insisted as he spoke, though he felt as though he were speaking to himself.
"I can transform, and it'll be easier for you to carry me that way." He instructed as he unsteadily stood up on the branch, difficult to find his balance, but using his feathered tail to help him stand up straight. He looked in the same direction as Zeddon, seeming to be entranced by the scenary. Most of it, he'd only been able to see from the balconies and windows of his vast kingdom. Though, now he was able to experience it in person, and it was all so breathtaking.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:22 pm
Zeddon sighed softly and rotated his shoulders back, stretching a bit. “Alright…time to go,” he said quietly more to himself than to the pouting Prince behind him. He would transform, grab the little cretin and then hightail it home at turbo speed. The last thing he needed was a lot of complaining from the young Prince and aside from that he had some things to take care of back at home.
The area was surveyed for a few moments, Zeddon trying to figure out how much space he would actually need to go through with the process. Slowly the plates of armor upon him began to separate and stretch out as his body grew, transformed. His neck extended and his body grew, the defenseless skin turning into hard scales and nails to full claws. Such a transition was rough on dragons of the larger species; it also took a longer amount of time. This was why it was best to go into battle already in dragon form. Though human form did give the element of surprise it was just too complicated when the need to change was dire.
It took awhile but eventually Zeddon managed to merge into his dragon form, his large wings beating at the warm air as he held himself in the sky. It felt good to get out of the small, restricted little form, and for a while he flew about, stretching out his wings. Like most dragons, when enough speed has been picked up, his flight was soundless. His prehistoric form large enough to block out the sun and give shade to the trees for miles. Eventually he came back down to hover over Cyril, a large claw extended to the small figure.
“I promise…not to crush you.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:39 pm
Cyril watched as Zeddon transformed with wide white-blue eyes, watching his scaled form become much larger than his own. It was overwhelming as the oversized dragon towered over his puny body, his head tilting all the way up just to look at him. His mouth agap, he moved back slightly, almost losing his balance and slipping from the branch, sitting down on it to keep himself from falling.
He looked on in amazement as the Fire dragon took off, and flew around the area, hearing the loud flapping sounds of the gigantic wings that seemed to cast gusts of wind over the tree tops. Leaves flying up and rushing past him, gripping onto the branch tight with his hands.
He looked up as a claw was presented to him to climb onto, biting onto his lip, he carefully climbed onto the claw, making his way up onto the large dragon's paw. He clung tight with his hands, finding it difficult to hang on, so he morphed into his dragon form aswell and clung onto the scales with his tiny claws.
Even though Pixie dragons were small, they were strong for their major disposition, almost like ants that can carrying things much larger than their own body.
He kept his body close, his winds folded back and his tail curled around his body, he was sure that the Fire dragon could accidently crush him very easily, and wondered if the dragon, so large, could even see him at all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 11:44 pm
Zeddon shook his head as the Prince switched to his much smaller form. He would have been better off in his two-legged form, at least that way he could see him. Any other day he probably would have squished a pixie sprite, mistaking it for some form of nuisance bug. Not that the young Prince wasn’t already one in a way, Zeddon felt that he had probably already accidentally killed a few pixie’s in his younger years. Of course this was something one didn’t share with others, he could get into a lot of trouble for something like that after all.
A hand was placed over the other to cut off some of the wind that would otherwise blow Cyril away. With that he tucked his hands beneath his chest before rising to the skies. It had been a good year since he had last been in this form and his back muscles were a little out of shape. So far it was pretty easy to glide but it was the whole actually flying part that he was a little worried about. If he took a break then that meant he’d be out in the open for a longer period of time. He didn’t doubt the fact that someone knew he had Cyril and was transporting him. A break to rest his wings and back would make him an easy target. The entire way or no way at all. He would have to fly all the way there or just walk it; those were the two choices, plain and simple. Of course there was no way he was going to walk, especially with the prince stepping so cautiously.
Zeddon’s calculations had been off a little but he still did manage to get home by night. Even if it was a little after midnight. Even still the Kingdom of Fire was very active, it tended to be that way no matter what hour, something was always going on. It wasn’t out of the norm to see someone walking the cobblestone streets late at night to perhaps make an early delivery, or even break in to someone’s home. With this thought Zeddon remembered his promise to someone earlier that day, his slow thinking beginning to speed up as he descended in front of the tall iron gates.
He looked up to the gatekeeper, a bit agitated at the fact that he was sleeping on the job. If his memory served him this dark night he had specifically asked the old fool to stay awake for his arrival. Gently Cryil was placed on the ground, and Zeddon’s armored tail whipped around to hit against the double iron doors. He wasn’t surprised at the fact that the gatekeeper didn’t bother to greet him; he simply sat up to pull the few rusty levers that served to opening the gates. With a soft grunt of disapproval, Zeddon returned to his two-legged form before entering the warm city. It was good to be home, even if it only meant trouble…
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 12:04 am
Cyril had fallen asleep on their flight to the city, tightly curled against the larger dragon's chest, and only awoke when he was set down, blinking his white-blue eyes opened. He looked around, the sudden banging sound on the iron gates shook him awake, his eyes going wide as he'd been easily startled.
He morphed into his human form when the other did, standing up and lookg around him, everything seemed so different, and the air was much warmer here than at his kingdom. He followed close behind Zeddon, looking at everything around him with natural curiousity, feeling so small compared to everyone else they passed. People here were of course much taller than him, feeling misplaced. He bit down on his bottom lip, stifling a sleepy yawn as he followed Zeddon to wherever they were going, wanting to ask, but deciding to just stay quiet and wait and see.
His tail flicked behind him, and the oddness of it seemed to attract a bit of attention. Most dragons were covered in hard scales, but pixie dragons were adorned with colorful feathers, part of their courting rituals when searching for mates.
He sighed, closing his white-blue orbs for a moment as he walked, crossing his arms over his chest, he just couldn't wait to get out of the view of the public eye, wanting to just hide away from everything, and anything.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 12:39 am
“Welcome to Mal’daroon,” he said with a slight laugh knowing that the young Prince probably couldn’t see the city too well. The buildings loomed high above the smallest one being five stories high. The city was very humid and the stone streets slightly slippery with the settling condensation. There wasn’t much of a title for the smell though, them being in the completely business part of the kingdom. It would be a little while before they actually came upon the residence area. Zeddon felt no hurry though; he had completed the first task of his mission, which was to get Cyril into at least one of the four cities before the next morning. He had accomplished that and tomorrow morning he would take him to meet the king and royal family. After that Zeddon most likely wouldn’t have to do much else with the little pest. The king would probably insist that Cyril stay in the castle with the rest of the nobility instead of wandering around in the ‘slums’ of lower town.
Zeddon looked up to a small patch of trees, remembering to take a left instead of a right like he did last time. Though he had lived in this kingdom for thousands of years he still tended to get a little lost. It was after all, rare for a fire dragon to really visit all four of the cities within the nation. The nation was so vast that it would take the thousands of years that you were alive to truly experience all of them. So far Cyril hadn’t seen a fifth of life was really like in this part of the nation. The streets always being crowded, the sounds of vendors and drunks from the many taverns made the city colorful and vibrant. In this part of the nation there were many inns, creatures usually stopping by to visit the city on their way to another nation.
In time they finally came upon a small valley that sat quietly below them. It held many cottages, seeming small from atop of the hill they stood on. If one looked hard you could see wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of houses that residence still wandered about. Most who were awake being women getting ready for market day, which was tomorrow.
“I’ll have to take you to the castle tomorrow, it’s a little to late to go knocking on there door to drop you off,” he smirked lightly as he made his way down the hill, armored tail swaying behind him as a form of balance. Luckily the house they were going to occupy was one of the first once you reached the bottom of the hill. The once small looking cottage now hovering over them at least sixteen feet. Though homes had to be a little larger in this nation since fire dragons tended to grow a little faster and a little bigger than others.
The sound of voices, laughing and screaming could be heard from outside. Then over them a much more stern demanding one, obviously a bit upset with the entire noise making. Zeddon shook his head, simply opening the door to the house rather than knocking. A gust of warm air and the smell of something cooking rushed out of the house, Zeddon giving Cyril a small nudge in before stepping in behind him. He grinned as three children, about five inches shorter than the prince rushed past him, obviously oblivious to his existence. They giggled and squealed, chasing each other about the small front room that Cyril had just entered. It held two couches, a rug, table and large fireplace; it gave off the idea of a family room if not a dining room as well. There were two doors, one on the left the other on the right and an opening in the middle to what appeared to be the kitchen and the source of an alluring smell.
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