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Post by Sir Lighter of Elsewhere on Feb 27, 2009 20:33:31 GMT -5
"Sir, I don't think this is a good idea. Dragons generally don't like gunfire." Firehead rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath. "Way to state the obvious." Firehead rolled the plane a few times, looking for a dragon. "Sir, nothing on radar. But I do see something on the ground. Um... it looks like an egg." Interested, Firehead killed the power, then activated the VTOL thrusters. The large aircraft sank down to the earth, then landed with a large thump. Dust shot up 50 feet in the air. The cockpit opened, and Firehead jumped out. "Where did you see that egg again?" The Eagle replied, almost sadistically, "About ten klicks north." Firehead cursed, tossed his helmet in the pilot's seat, then started walking. 10 minutes later, the Eagle's voice appeared in Firehead's ear. "Sir, radar is picking up lifeforms a bit south of my position. I'm taking off." Firehead turned around, and saw the large jet rise over the horizon. Suddenly, anti-aircraft fire erupted from a mountain. The Eagle shot off, leaving her pilot stuck in a barren waste land.
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Post by Akanyara on Feb 27, 2009 21:16:35 GMT -5
Limping through the desert, one hand over his side, blood seeping through a large gash that gaped open beneath it. Dragging his leg through the dirt, he limped along, fiercly clenching his teeth together in an effort to keep his groans of pain from slipping out. Blood dripped from between his fingers, marking a trail in the dusty dirt, from which (had he been pursued) would have been his downfall. But now, he was safe from the danger of an opponent. Now he only fought his own body.
The dark dirt path that he followed was now turning red behind him, and with one last push he fell to his knees, the hot son burning the blood that was beginning to dry on his hands, replaced now and again by a fresh stream. Letting his free hand fall in front of him, he propped himself up facing the ground, a gurgle bubbling in his throat as he spat blood onto the dusty path.
Raising his face to the sky one last time, he let his quivering arm give way and dropped to the ground. He would not die here, but he must rest, and slow his heart, or the wound would take his life that much faster.
The dragon had been faster than he in his search for treasure. He knew an egg could only hatch under certain conditions, and those did not include the moistness of a forest. He would have a beautiful souvenir of his journey to Valtheran, one he could boast to his brothers of for many years to come.
But the mother draconiac had arrived, with different ideas for her precious egg. It had taken only one twitch of her tail, dagger-like claws extended from its tip, to stun him into what had appeared to be death. He had lain there, waiting for the time that she would step away again, and it was only then that he made a move. Moving as quickly as he could, he had snatched the egg from the giant nest, stuffing it into his bag, pulling it close to his body. He clutched his side, grunting in agony. Staggering toward the cover of a thin tree-line, he attempted escape, one last slashing claw from her hand meeting in his leg before he could get away.
So here he lay, bleeding...dying...
The roar of some kind of dragon errupted in the distance, though the man was not sure it was a dragon. It sounded more like a machine, some form of technology that he could not name. A loud screech and a few explosions sounded from the same direction. A dragon battle perhaps? Fire and talons on scale, and the forcing of heavy bodies into the surrounding mountains, it wasn't improbable...
Letting his eyes flicker shut again, the man felt another warm gush of blood run between his fingers.
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Post by Ribitta on Feb 27, 2009 22:15:36 GMT -5
A lone youth moved slothfully through the barren atmosphere, the course dust moving around in an irritating fashion. Scept had been here for a few days now, scrounging off of food when he could get it and sleeping under the largest amount of shelter he could find. The dragons, for the most part, were relatively docile if one kept their distance from them, but so far he'd found that this was not always the case.
Thanks to his speed, he had evaded actual injuries, but his tattered uniform was now only hanging in bits and pieces, tied to keep the places covered he really cared about. "Oh well," he muttered, sheltering a hand over his eyes to obtain a view at the horizon, "it's better than the dark." He shivered slightly, despite the heat, at the thought of being stuck inside of a cave or a building of somesorts.
On the horizon what appeared to be a treeline came into view. An oasis perhaps, or maybe he just hadn't had enough water recently. Nevertheless, he plunged one bare foot at a time into the hot rough dirt as he pushed forward to the new topographical feature.
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Post by Sir Lighter of Elsewhere on Feb 27, 2009 22:46:55 GMT -5
Firehead continued walking north, looking for the supposed egg that the Eagle found. He could still see the trail it left streaking across the sky. A solitary tree sat in the middle of the desert. Intrigued, Firehead walked over to examine the anomaly. A small pool of water rested beneath the tree, glistening in the intense sunlight. Firehead slumped down in the shade, took out his canteen, and began drinking.
A few minutes later, a badly wounded man came staggering by. Cautiously, Firehead put his right hand on side arm, and yelled at the man. "Hey buddy, you look like hell. Need a drink?" Firehead waited for the man to reply.
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Post by Akanyara on Feb 27, 2009 22:55:47 GMT -5
As the cooling sensation of sleep began to overtake him, a voice sounded nearby. Shocked awake, he slowly opened his eyes, letting them slide across the scene before him until they settled on a man a small bit older than him, though rather gruff looking and fierce. He noted the hand at the man's side, cautiously tucked over a pistol of some kind. What type, he didn't know, nor did he care. What he did care about was the canteen in his hand, and the offer of drink.
He made an attempt at speech, but the only sounds he managed to emit were a gurgling cough and a spiteful expectorate shortly there after. Pink fluid tossed itself across the ground and he looked back up at the one who might very well save his life if he so chose. He gave a short nod and reached the hand that wasn't grasping his side up for the water.
Making a weak attempt to sit up, he managed only one elbow tucked under, shaking as he continued to reach for the only thing that might make his death more comfortable if it must come. Would the man take pity on him? The boy did not know. But he could handle himself if only he could have a drink...
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Post by Ribitta on Feb 27, 2009 23:32:33 GMT -5
Scept glared at the sun as it glared back at him, frustrated now by the heat and lack of water. He toyed with the idea of interlacing his time fields to try and force himself to teleport to any place but there. On a second thought though, he decided against it as the last time it had happened he'd ended up in a very unfortunate place.
Shaking off the thought, he forced himself to push onward, aiming for the trees in the distance. They weren't all too clumped together it seemed, and from a slightly elevated position he could see something shining in the distance. More guarded treasure or maybe something even more valuable: water. With an effortful push, he made himself go into a jog, estimating it would about two minutes to the water. [/color]
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Post by Sir Lighter of Elsewhere on Feb 27, 2009 23:42:33 GMT -5
Firehead handed the canteen to the dying man, then dragged him over to the shade of the tree. Firehead unzipped the top portion of his flight suit, trying to reduce sweating. "So, who are you? I hope your not trying to steal something..." Firehead pulled out his survival knife and started to clean his finger nails with it. "We should get moving soon. There are a few nasty people out here, and I'm not the best fighter." Firehead hoisted the man up on his shoulder and began to walk. He hoped it was worth the effort, but he knew that most of these people had something valuable.
Just as they were about to start moving, Firehead saw another man walk across the horizon, about 50 meters off. He set the Gypsy down, then began to walk over to the strange man. He then spoke to the Gypsy. "Stay put."
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Post by Akanyara on Feb 27, 2009 23:57:50 GMT -5
Snatching the canteen, the boy allowed himself to be dragged beneath the shade of the tree, suppressing a groan at the back of his throat. He guzzled down the water quickly, barely stopping to catch his breath. He knew it would hurt his body to drink so much at a time after so long without water, but the temptation was stronger than the will to overcome. "Kartik." he managed between gulps.
Pounding down swallow after swallow, he relished in the cool liquid on the back of his throat and the soft shadow over his head. Once the water was gone though, he could refocus on the agony in his side, and he arched his back in pain. The man was already walking away though, toward some figure in the distance. Stay put, he said. He clenched his teeth against the pain, holding back a cry of anguish. The burning in his belly was beginning now, one all too familiar to him. The Rakshana had caused similar torture, but this might actually kill him. He idly wondered if the man was only trying to make him more comfortable in his death, or if he could really save him.
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Post by Ribitta on Feb 28, 2009 0:39:31 GMT -5
As Scept saw the other man running for him, he took a good look at his figures and raised his hands above his head has he neared. He didn't have the strength to fight anyone, and it looked as if he had a firearm. Especially with his stamina at that moment, Scept felt that the fight would be moderately one-sided.
"Hold, friend," he said, hoping he wasn't imagining the person near him. The drought could be heard easily from his parched mouth as he spoke, and he hoped this person would not be overly hostile with him. [/color]
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Post by Sir Lighter of Elsewhere on Feb 28, 2009 0:59:59 GMT -5
Firehead contemplated attacking the kid, but then realized that he need the new comer to get the Gypsy out of the desert. "Hey Red, get over to the tree. people are looking for us. Let's go." Firehead trotted back to the Gypsy, refilled his canteen, then slung him over his shoulder. "Ready Gypsy kid?" Firehead started walking north again, looking for the egg. The sun beat down on his shoulders. He saw more AA fire on a near by mountain. People were trying to shoot down dragons. Something inside Firehead told him to try stopping it... Airmans' honor or something...
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Post by Akanyara on Feb 28, 2009 13:40:57 GMT -5
Kartik grasped at the canteen as it was lifted away from him, but let his hands fall back to the ground quickly. His left arm grasped at the gash in his side, blood staining his white silk shirt and every inch of skin that it touched. Fiercly biting back a cry of pain, Kartik allowed himself to be lifted onto his feet, one arm pulled around the man's neck for support. His fingers trembled over his wound, and yet more blood dripped to the ground. Limping slowly alongside the man who supported him.
There was another now too, one whose clothes were more ragged than his own, knotted and ripped apart. Kartik couldn't tell what had befallen the man to force such a look about him, but surely it couldn't have been pleasant. Sun burned at the back of his neck as they walked together down the dirt path, bullets rapid-firing in the distance. What in the world was going on in this place? He couldn't resist looking behind them to see if the mother dragon was near. It wouldn't be unlikely that the bullets were after her if she had realized her egg was missing.
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Post by Ribitta on Feb 28, 2009 20:25:25 GMT -5
Scept spun around immediately as the shells reigned in the background, the ground trembling with their force and dust rising across the horizon. Who with that much firepower would be here hunting dragons? Unless dragons were not the hunted and the staff would be something that would have to be worried about.
Looking at the other person that the gunman was with, Scept narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously, "What exactly is going on here?" [/color]
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Post by Sir Lighter of Elsewhere on Feb 28, 2009 21:39:53 GMT -5
Firehead handed the canteen to Kartik, then replied to the Russian kid. A few red clouds formed on the horizon. A sandstorm was rolling in.
"I'm a pilot, or at least, was. My plane flew off. Now, I'm out here looking for a dragon, avoiding gunfire, praying that my plane is still alive, and hauling this guy around. That is what I'm doing. You?" Firehead kept moving, even as he spoke. He felt dust from the sandstorm fill his mouth. Calmly, he wrapped a piece of cloth around his mouth, then around the gypsy's.
"You ready Kartick? Oh, by the way, I'm Firehead. Or Jak. Pick your poison." Firehead looked out at the mountains as he spoke. "What do you say about camping out at the mountain? We need to get Gypsy out of the sand. An infection or something. I hate the ground." With out waiting for the Russian kid to respond, Firehead began dragging the Gypsy over to the mountain.
"You there, Russian, do you have a long range radio of any kind? Or at least, anything useful? And while you're at it... Help me carry this fat son of a bitch. He's like a ton of bricks."
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Post by Akanyara on Mar 13, 2009 20:22:59 GMT -5
Kartik suppressed a roll of his eyes. Ready? As if it would matter that he was or not. Narrowing his eyes against the sand, he allowed a bit of cloth to be tied over his mouth and then be lifted into Firehead's arms. He tensed his arms though, ready to fight his way out of the grip he was held in if he needed to. Turning his head slowly, he looked back at the other man that had joined them, blinking at him and giving his neck a short jerk to encourage him to follow them.
The heat of the desert was eased by the wind, though the stinging grains of sand seemed to eat their way through your skin. Kartik now bled from more than just the wound inflicted by the dragon. Giving a sigh, he struggled against the man's arms that carried him until he could stand on his feet shakily. Turning northward, he gave a sharp whistle through his teeth.
The white sand of the storm was contrasted with the sleek black pelt of a large mare. Her hooves tossed the loose sediment behind as she ran, reaching them quickly. Bella was never far away. With no saddle or bridle, she could easily carry the three of them.
Gesturing to her back, he stood at her side, ready to give them each a leg up. He would mount at front to signal her where she must go, but they had to get up first so someone could pull him onto her.
Kartik met the eyes of Firehead, prepared for the outburst of anger that they had walked when a horse waited at his beck and call. He was prepared for it. The wrath could wait.
They had to get out of this place.
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Post by Ribitta on Apr 14, 2009 12:08:31 GMT -5
Scept lifted his hands lightly, not having anything remotely useful on himself at the time, "No, sorry, but if you find anything I could probably increase the range of it far enough to contact whoever you need to." Looking at the wounds of the wounded, Scept idly wondered if his magic would be strong enough to force the wounds to heal over. While he was not a cleric or healer of any sort, his time magic could cause wounds to heal over faster than normal if he put enough effort into it. Although it was something he was still new at, he thought it might work. He waited, however, to make sure there was no better option.
Scept moved toward the man named Kartick and helped Firehead support him carefully, making sure not lose his balance in drop him. Amidst the heat and sand, Scept grunted, "Where to?" [/blockquote]
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