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Post by Malachy Pendragon on Jan 15, 2006 13:05:35 GMT -7
The sunlight shines of the dark red scales of a great red dragon. Its powerful strokes of his great wings can be heard in the cool morning air. With powerful flaps of his great wings he grows closer to his destination. As he flies he keeps thinking about his lost sister and what it would be like to finally see her again. It had been too many Millennia away from her and he missed her dearly. He could see in the distance the area he was told that she lived in. Just seeing the forest filled his heart with happiness and dread at the same time. The happiness was for being so close to her and the dread was not knowing how she would receive him. He scanned his surroundings to find a place to set his huge frame down at. His eyes came across a big enough space to land in a forest area. As he touched down he took on his Fae form. His Mithril fire armor shined in the sunlight, his sword FioraMorte was on his broad back and all most touched the ground as he stood there. He could feel the magic of the forest and was filled with the sense of being home. He could also feel the closeness of his sister. He took slow and steady steps forward and his gate was even and well balanced. He wanted to reach her before he lost to much of the day. As he went he kept playing over in his mind all that could happen when he got to her. He just hoped that she would see him and not send him away. He was so lost in his thoughts that he reached her with out knowing he had done so.
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Post by Alloya Pendragon on Jan 19, 2006 14:46:27 GMT -7
Alloya had been lounging with her mate Drax in dragon form for most of the morning basking in the air around their ocean side cave, nuzzling & purring like a rather huge red feline... claws raking idly at the sand beneath her massive paw... she kissed him as a dragon would another... his larger bronze form purring just as loud, his large golden wing encasing most of her crimson scaled body in it's loving embrace, their long tails entwined with one another’s so intimate… bronze & red tendrils of a tight knit strong rope… their union so complete, Alloya couldn’t remember a time when she was happier… though something pricked at the edge of her mind, something so familiar, it was an extension of herself, she breathed & opened her large muzzle to taste the air… turning to Drax she spoke in her soft melodic voice… “I have a visitor..” came that lilting whisper, the intonation of which indicating to her mate that the presence just lately arrived to Arcadia was of some importance… or at least different from all the others that have arrived before.
Drax nuzzled against Alloya kissing her neck lightly before speaking himself in that deep loving tone, “Then welcome our guest M’love.” With that he roused himself from his position, bronze wings moving from the loving embrace to rest upon his back, “I will be here when you return.”
Alloya kissed him once more, before her massive 30ft form began to shrink & take on a more humanistic form, the Fae Queen adorned in silver huen robes, adorned with delicate magickal embroidery, the runic symbols of which revealing her station in the house of Pendragon, as well as spells. Her honey hair shone in the soft golden light of the morning, she pressed her hand against Drax’s side as he lowered his head to nuzzle against her pale cheek. Before she left him with a soft smile to meet this “guest”… her brother. [/font][/i][/size]
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Post by Malachy Pendragon on Jan 20, 2006 14:00:41 GMT -7
He could feel the closeness of his sister and he thought to himself” I am finally here. He was filled with dread that she would turn him away or that she would not know who he was for that matter. He nervously whetted for her to come to him. HE played over in his mind how he would great her and how he would try to make her see that he was not there for a fight. He saw her coming and his heart stopped for a minute as he took in the sight of her. He did not know what to say so he just smiled widely at her and whetted for her to speck to him. He keep his hands away from FioraMorte and down at his sides, that way he would not look threatening to her. He even leaned against a tree as he whetted for her.
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Post by Alloya Pendragon on Feb 12, 2006 8:46:28 GMT -7
She felt his presence before ever seeing him, as if he'd been there all along, as if the missing part of her magick had returned to her... but she doned the mask of the Queen as she bowed formally to her Brother Malachy, Knight of Pendragon. Alloya would be cool & almost distant for his "agenda" would reveal itself in due time. & whether or not he came here with war on his mind was irrelevent, for the magicks that held this land would prevent any harm to Alloya... for she was it's ruler & she was the land. ever connected ever one. She smiled her cool smile as she offered her left hand to him to shake, to worship, or to kiss. "Greetings, Malachy & welcome to Arcadia." [/i][/size][/color] (Please do excuse the short short post)
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