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dragon tales
By: winterssmary Date: October 21, 2018, 10:18 pm
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Eastmarsh is a quiet kingdom, it's castle -- known as the Golden
Keep -- soaring high above the clouds in the country's mountain
range. The kingdom spawns from the peak of the tallest mountain
to the deserts in the west, to the beaches in the south, and to
the forests in the north. The country's borders have been
disputed since the kingdom's origins, but they've always fought
to maintain their quaint place on the map. Sure, it may be
diverse, but Eastmarsh has always been a bit on the small side,
constantly fighting for territory. Each individual area/biome of
the kingdom breeds a different kind of person based on the
survival needs:
- - - - -- - - - -The East: Is primarily urban -- or, as close
to urban as you can be in this environment. Trade is main source
of income as well as farming. This is the most heavily populated
region, being the capital region and just by the Golden Keep.
Everyone there is a merchant or a farmer of some sort. The
skills developed here involve speech and social graces, as
everyone here is well-educated.
From the East:
- Cassia
- Rowan
- - - - -- - - - -The West: Is the desert area. The conditions
are harshest here and murder and brutality are everyday
occurrences. Death is commonplace and people do what they have
to in order to survive. They are poorly educated unless they are
rich and they learn to fight in order to make money. They are
incredibly resourceful and used to doing things on an empty
stomach, but they will kill for water if need be. They have
their own odd forms of etiquite and conduct as well as their own
language. Common phrases and development of the language (for
translation purposes) can he found here:
[quote]Mutatma -- Rarely used until she and Rowan start her
relationship, this is a word meaning 'my love,' but it directly
translates to 'heart & soul.' She'll use it in their more tender
moments as a sort of pet-name that no one understands but
assumes is cute because it is.
Alssabari -- Meaning 'home', Nik uses this, not in reference to
a house or a place of residence, but in reference to the desert,
primarily by the caravans, where she slept as a child.
Malikysi -- Means 'master,' and Nik did no appreciate her's in
the slightest. She hates using the term, but has a hard time
referring to the man as anything else, since he was her
slavemaster.
Sarp'afea -- Means 'serpent' and was Nikitai's nickname in the
fighting pits due to her quick style and affinity for toxins.
Sut'ad ilaa januum -- Literally translates to 'go to sleep,'
something the Nik says before killing someone (at least, when
the combat is personal -- e.i. one on one combat, an
assassination, fighting pit combat, or the merciful killing of
someone she loves -- or right before the death of someone she
loves.
Rāmuhara jayuda -- Typical greeting in the desert.
Literally translates to 'fight well' and is proof of the
barbaric undertones in the desert. Nik uses this to greet anyone
who looks even remotely western and she is excited if anyone
knows the response. No one does.
Marnyaed jayuda -- Is used to answer rāmuhara jayuda.
Translates to 'die well.' Nik hasn't heard this phrase since
being recruited, since no one speaks Alssmmkurah.
Rekaldda hunthaya rekaldda -- Translates to 'blood must have
blood' and is the call for vengeance. Nik uses it frequently
when someone betrays her or harms someone she cares for. It was
common in the fighting pits for allies to chant this before
avenging their fallen friends.
Hēraviama -- A term referring to one's mother, a
combination of the terms 'mother' and 'watcher', meaning
care-taker. Nik still uses this term, despite having much hatred
for her mother.
Shaekabi -- Means 'bard' and Nik uses this as a tease for Rowan
all the time.
More words and phrases to come.[/quote]
From the West:
- Freya
- - - - -- - - - -The South: Is mainly long, beautiful beaches.
The Eastmarsh equivalent to Amity Faction, everyone here gets
along quite well and are taught about social graces and kindness
from the beginning. They are known for fishing -- obviously --
and gathering any types of precious materials from the beaches.
They are the richest region aside from the capital and, in fact,
the capital is known to borrow money from the south.
From the South:
- Dameron
- - - - -- - - - -The North: Is a deep forest, colder than all
the other climates, but not always frigid. They have seen snow,
which puts them a step ahead of most other regions. Here, you
are either a hunter or a trapper and it's everyone for
themselves. Of course, the northerners have loyalty to one
another, but that doesn't stop their own independence. They hate
being told what to do and like to work on their own.
From the North:
- Emmett
- - - - -THE CAPITAL: You know young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lot of new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya)
Hey
Raindrop, drop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
Offset, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I'm a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat that ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoa (skrt)
I tell that bitch don't come for me (come for me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (jumpin' me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Ay, we do the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin' the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I'm young and rich and plus I'm boujee (hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin' my back ache
You niggas got a low Act' rate (Act')
We from the North, yeah that way (North)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)
Raindrop, drip, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
[Quavo:]
Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch-ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga ducking
Don't move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I'm always hangin' with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I'm on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (ice)
How about the suicide with the Uzi? (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin' into a rock
up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at
the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin' for
Instagram, get your cloud up
Uh, yeah, that way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, that way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin')
Yeah, that way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, that way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)
[Offset:]
Raindrop, drip, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin', I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh, switchin' my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload
Oh, oh, now she won't fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of 'Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide shoot through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
So much money they use rakes
Count 100, 000 in your face (in your face)
Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, oh
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah
Go to sleep in a Jacuzzi, yeah
Yeah, wakin' up right to a two piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
Yeah, boy you so fat like my collar
You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin' (winnin')
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try to play your song, it ain't move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah
[Offset:]
Raindrop, drop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
From the Capital:
- Shang
- - - - -Eastmarsh has long been in a struggle to maintain what
little territory they have. That is until the dragons made an
appearance. Upon their discovery, King Kevin decided to make use
of the dragons and their respective riders. He began hiring them
and taking them into knighthood, offering them a home in the
capital, proper training, and ensuring that they'd be well taken
care of if they fought for him in a special ring of knights. It
used to be exclusively open to males, but, given the fact that
other armies have increased their numbers -- not to mention the
fact that they are threatening their own dragon use; but none
have been confirmed to actually have dragons -- he has recently
decreed that women could join the ranks.
- - - - -Now, the knights of Eastmarsh are forced to fight all
of those who oppose them with the help of the fearsome dragons.
Knights will fight the cannibalistic Brenns, the barbaric Snake
Resistance of the West, the kingdom of Astramar, and many other
threats that are constantly rising in number. Dragons have kept
them at bay for a while now, but they can't do it forever.
Rumors are spreading that other armies are acquiring dragon
shifters as well, but nothing has been confirmed for sure. King
Kevin is panicking to figure this out and our knights are forced
to do the dirty work.[/center]
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia
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Rowan//Shang//Dameron
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia: Post One
By: winterssmary Date: October 24, 2018, 8:55 pm
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Emmett sighed. Where did you burn yourself, buddy? He
communicated with Rowan telepathically as the two of them soared
through the skies and back toward the keep. His dragon friend
had been complaining that he did something to hurt himself on
the battlefield. The man-dragon-child had been whining about how
he was soar since they got into the air. Emmett, on the other
hand, managed to get out of there with little more than a bruise
on his arm. He credited his heavy armor for saving himself from
injuries. Rowan, on the other hand, had yet to be armored.
Dragons weren't supposed to need it, but Rowan needed something
to help protect himself out there. The dragon wasn't just a
danger to others, but a danger to himself when he loses focus.
And sometimes, even when he's completely focused.
The pair made it back to the keep relatively quickly and Emmett
dismounted his dragon, taking off his helmet and shaking out his
hair. He looked back to Rowan. Do you need help with anything?
Rowan didn't exactly have anything to unpack and, if Emmett was
correct, his injuries were basically the dragon equivalent to a
mild sunburn, but it didn't hurt to ask. If all was well with
the dragon, he'd like end up gallivanting around the keep and
"flirting" until the dragon riders have dressed their wounds and
tended to their weaponry. Or he may be looking for aloe. Who
knows?
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Freya thought, keeping that
string of curses to herself as pain coursed through her body.
Her new partner, Shang, didn't need to know just how sore she
was. He didn't need to see a moment of weakness. Just not,
anyway. Would she give him the benefit of the doubt? Sure.
Later. As of now, he was still an outsider -- not unlike
herself. But he was more than just an outsider. He was a traitor
to his country. Did that end up directly benefiting Freya and
her home? Sure. But it does mean that he has no loyalty to his
home or its people, which was concerning to her. On top of that,
it was easy to tell that Shang came from wealth. While Freya
knows that being rich doesn't inherently make you a bad person,
it's not exactly a sign of noble character in her home. Of
course, neither is being poor. But still. Is her prejudice
warranted? No, not really. Is she being a little obstinate for
no reason? Maybe. Is Shang probably a good person deep down?
Perhaps. But still.
She shuddered when a gust of wind struck the open wound on her
stomach. Eventually the pair landed. Good work today, she said,
telepathically, of course, to Shang. Part of her felt guilty for
not asking if he was injured, but, honestly, the whole situation
was just a little too awkward for her. I mean, her last dragon
partner had just gotten murdered and she got the traitor with
the silk robes and fancy shoes. There just wasn't anything about
the man that she felt she could really trust. Besides, he'd made
other friends in the meantime, right? Emmett and Dameron both
usually put their best foot forward when it came to new people,
so Freya didn't feel like she really needed to be there right
then.
She stumbled when she dismounted and limped her way to the
armory, where she stored her weapons and armor. She briefly
glanced around for Rowan. She hadn't seen the dragon -- or any
of her other partners -- since she landed and she needed someone
to talk to as a buffer between her and Shang.
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It was hard to really injure a dragon. It was easy to hit them,
but it was hard for those hits to really leave much of an
impact. Regardless, she had left that battle with her fair share
of cuts and bruises. She'd seen better days, but Cassia had seen
worse as well. In the end, she wasn't entirely sure how her
injuries would impact her. She had no way of knowing until she
shifted back into her human form, which she couldn't do until
she had gotten both Dameron and herself back to safety. How are
you holding up? Dragons and riders had an ability to communicate
with one another telepathically, and Cass had the tendency to
overuse this ability. There were certain times in her life where
the only person she really cared to share her feelings with was
Dameron and he had always been there. It just seemed like second
nature to her this point.
She flew as quickly as her body would carry her. She was faster
than Rowan (who was the largest of the three dragons), but
Cassia would be willing to bet that Shang, the new guy, would
beat her to the keep. He was about the same size as her, but
more streamlined in his dragon form. Regardless, she made it
back to the keep and waited for Dameron to dismount before she
shifted back into her human form. She had little to do for her
own wounds short of disinfecting a few open cuts, but she was
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Rowan//Shang//Dameron
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Rowan hurt. Bad. Or, at least, he thought he did. During battle,
he had somehow managed to burn himself while taking out some
enemy soldiers. How it was possible, he still had no idea, but
it had happened and man did it hurt. Part of him felt bad for
complaining so much about it, but he had the right to complain,
really. Burns hurt, and he had burnt quite a bit of himself.
Sure, the burns healed much faster since he was a dragon, but
not fast enough. Rowan's left side of his neck was surely going
to be all pink and gross once he went back to his human form.
Emmett communicated telepathically with him, asking him where he
was burned. My neck, Emmett. It huuurts. He couldn't believe the
pain he was in. In fact, he was certain it had to be the worse
pain he had ever been in. Well, physically, at least. Mentally
was a whole other story.
The pair landed back at the keep, Emmett sliding off of him to
begin removing his armor. Rowan sighed, shifting back into his
human form, touching his neck only to feel immense pain. Yep,
his neck was probably all pink and raw and gross. Great, now
what was Freya going to think of him? He'd have to go and see
soon, but Emmett was still checking up on him, as he should.
Man, he hurt.
"Emmeeett!" Rowan moaned, deciding to voice his exasperation
more vocally rather than telepathically. "I really messed up my
neck. I know I did! Does it look really bad? It does, doesn't
it? It does. It huuurts!" he groaned, leaning on his friend,
covering his neck despite the pain. "Freya is totally going to
think it's gross, Emmett. Not that I really care what she thinks
of me, except I do. Emmett, it hurts and it's gross and she's
not going to want to talk to me! Plus her pretty new rich
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Shang tried to land as gracefully as he could with her body
littered with injuries. God, he had messed up so badly today. He
wished he could blame all his injuries on the strength of their
opponents or something, but he knew that wasn't the case. The
problem was his connection to his new partner. They hardly even
knew one another and already they were being thrown onto the
battlefield. Something like that would have never happened where
he was from. Partners trained together extensively before they
were even considered battle-ready. Of course, in this kingdom it
appeared that pickings were slim and that they were desperate
for fighters. The situation was not at all ideal, but, at least
he was away from his other struggles.
Shang repressed a moan as he landed, his whole body sore from
the damage he tried to evade. He knew his new partner, Freya,
had to be pretty beaten up as well. You know you've done a
terrible job if your human partner had just as many injuries as
you, a dragon. He sighed, changing back into his human form and
limping slightly forward. Great, he had done something to his
ankle. There was no telling when that was going to heal.
Freya, despite Shang's knowledge, told him telepathically that
he had done good work today. He held back a scoff, leaning
against one of the closest walls, trying not to look like he was
in as much pain as he really was. Thanks, he told her silently,
watching as the other dragon's and riders entered the keep. You
as well, he added politely, keeping his real feelings bottled up
inside. They had done terrible work, but, in reality, he guessed
they did do the best they could, given the circumstances. Still,
they needed to train more and train harder. For now though, he
needed rest.
Shang plopped down on the nearest chair he could find, covering
the wound on his side to try and help the bleeding, crossing his
bad leg over his good one. Thankfully, he healed faster than
humans, but still, his damage was extensive enough to where he
knew it would still take awhile. If another battle were to arise
soon, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle it. Especially
not with his leg. However, if it did come down to another
battle, he knew he would accept it no matter what. He had to
gain the approval of his fellow fighters. He couldn't keep being
an outcast everywhere he went. Yes, he knew he was the rich boy
from the enemy kingdom's capitol, but he was also a traitor to
that kingdom. He just wanted a good, fresh start, and this
kingdom was the place to do it. The problem was just getting
everyone else to see his pure intentions.[/center]
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Dameron sheathed his sword as he and Cass began to land. He felt
the warmth of blood slowly trickle down his cheek as they
descended. Other than that, however, he was completely fine,
sustaining minimal damage, unlike Freya and Shang who he had
caught a glimpse of moments before. He was grateful though that
Cass had seemed to have come out of the battle fairly uninjured
as well. I'm holding up well, he told her as they made it to the
ground, dismounting. We both did great work today. Thank you for
fighting with me, he said telepathically.
Dameron removed his helmet and his sword, placing it upon the
nearest rack as he began to remove the rest of his heavy armor.
How are you doing? I hope you weren't too injured, he said,
glancing over again at Freya and Shang, taking in their visible
injuries. Yes, he was indeed thankful for a partner who was very
easy to work with. It hadn't taken long for he and Cass to get
along at all, and in no time, they had figured out an almost
flawless battle strategy. Still though, he was nothing compared
to Emmett. However, even with Emmett's knowledge of fighting, he
was partnered with Rowan who was, well... Rowan was special.
Everyone loved him, of course, but he was special. At least the
most capable person on the battlefield was partnered with him.
If Dameron had been partnered with Rowan, they would both
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Emmett's armor was no trivial manner. It was heavy steel and
something of a feat to remove. Yet, Emmett couldn't concentrate
on taking care of the stuff that has saved his life countless
times. Instead, he had to focus on Rowan and his problems. Rowan
was an overgrown child. And a special child at that. The dragon
was whining about his "burns". A sunburn. His skin was slightly
pinker than usual. Slightly. There was no peeling. It wasn't
even a little raw. Honestly, if Emmett weren't looking for it,
he doubted he would have even noticed. "Calm down," he said
softly. He couldn't quite get a word in. That didn't stop him
from trying though.
"You're talking really fast there, buddy. I can't really
understa-," but then Rowan went from being slightly disgruntled
to a complete emotional wreck. "Wait, no. It doesn't really look
like any-," he stopped again. Why would Rowan ask him a question
only to ignore him and keep rambling. He loved this kid, but
navigating him when his ego was bruised -- which was almost all
the time -- was no easy task. "Rowan, your neck is really-," but
he just kept on going. "Wait, what about Freya?" Rowan had a
crush on the girl. That was something Emmett -- and literally
everyone else (including the new guy) -- knew for an absolute
fact. But did that actually have something to do with his
"burn?"
"Her pretty, rich partner?" The new guy, Shang, wasn't
un-pretty. but Rowan wasn't threatened by him, was he? He knew
that Freya was head over heels for him, right? He couldn't
possibly be that clueless. Oh. Wait. Emmett sighed. "Your neck
looks fine. Use aloe for the pain. Freya's not going to think
you're gross. And you should tell her new partner that you think
he's pretty. He might appreciate the attention," he said with a
shrug. "Well? Go on," he said, gently gesturing for Rowan to go
about his day.
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Freya wanted to tell him not to lie to her, but she had just
lied to him, so it would have been highly hypocritical. And
stupid. And a waste of time. It was just a terrible idea
overall. They didn't do horrible work, but it wasn't exactly
good. It was good in the sense that they're both still standing.
Barely. However, neither of them should have ended up limping
their way through the armory. She was just glad that she felt
strong enough to avoid the infirmary. Her last experience there
was not a good one. Of course, no one has positive experiences
in the infirmary.
She felt a pang of guilt when Shang returned to human form and
she watched him limp about. It was much easier to trivialize
someone's injuries when they're a massive fire-breathing dragon.
It's hard to remember sometimes that he's still a human.
Sometimes. And maybe that comes from the fact that the only
dragon she's frequently seen injured -- until her partner died
-- was Rowan, who usually did it to himself. "Take care of
yourself," she said quietly. She didn't want to dwell on the
man, for she still didn't know or completely trust him. But she
still didn't want him to hurt.
After storing her spear and daggers, she wrapped fabric around
the large gash on her stomach, ignoring her other cuts and
bruises and possibly dislocated shoulder. She was in pain, sure.
And probably risking infection. But she didn't want to be too
close to Shang and she didn't want to be by herself. She
tripped and stumbled around. She had to find the person she
always went to when she didn't want to be alone anymore. "Rowan,
are you crying?" she asked, approaching the man from the other
end of the armory. He wasn't crying. Probably. But it did sound
like he was whining and she was going to give him as much shit
as possible for that. "You didn't get fucked up too, did you?"
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Cassia almost giggled when Dameron responded to her. He was
always so polite. Quiet, but polite. It was kind of endearing,
honestly. You know you don't have to thank me. We're partners.
We do this all the time, she said telepathically. He thanked her
regularly for fighting with him, as if she made some sort of
righteous decision to dedicate her time to being around him. It
had nothing to do with righteousness and fighting with Dameron
was never a burden. That came out wrong. Fighting was burden,
but Dameron wasn't. He had such a gentle spirit. It was really,
really difficult to have issues with the man.
When finally in her human form, Cass had the chance to really
look herself over. She'd managed to make it out mostly
unscathed, unlike Freya and Shang, who looked like they were
about to collapse. She had a few bruises, but was fine. Not at
all, she said, keeping the conversation telepathic. I'm a little
sore, but that is to be expected, I suppose. She glanced over at
him, as she didn't exactly have anything to unload in the
armory. You're bleeding, she said, as if he didn't already know
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Emmett, Rowan realized, obviously didn't understand the true
severity of his condition. It was something that happened every
now and again, but Emmett definitely couldn't tell just how bad
his burn was and just how much pain he was in. He would probably
have to go to the infirmary and be stuck there for days. Anyway,
Emmett was just talking about Shang and how he should go tell
him how he thinks he was pretty, which was something he
definitely wasn't going to do. I mean, Rowan could think someone
was pretty and never tell them. He had been doing it with Freya
since the day they met. But he most certainly wasn't going to
tell Shang that. Mainly because he didn't know the man at all
and was pretty sure he was some sort of spy or something. Oh
well.
Emmett practically shooed Rowan along before he could really say
much else or elaborate on the pain he was feeling, and to make
it all worse, he was gesturing him in Shang's direction. Luckily
though, Freya wasn't too far off from Shang, and Emmett was
right, she wouldn't find him gross. Probably. Hopefully. At
least she'd understand the pain that he was in, seeing as how
she too seemed to be pretty injured. Hopefully she was alright.
Before Rowan could even say anything to her, Freya asked him if
he was crying. Suddenly, his burn wasn't the thing that hurt the
most. He bit his lip, covering up his neck again, feeling
self-conscious. "No, I-I haven't been crying," he weakly
insisted, rubbing his neck and forgetting just for a moment
about his burn until the friction reminded him. "Ouuuuuch!" he
groaned loudly, slamming his hand against his neck only to be
met with more pain. "Freya, I burnt myself really baaad! It
really hurts, but I don't want you to see it because it's gross.
Unless you like that sort of thing. Then I'll show you. No,
that's dumb. Who likes that sort of thing? No one. It's gross.
Don't look at me."
Rowan began to turn away, but then quickly realized that once he
did, he'd likely have no one else to talk to. "Actually, I
should probably go to the infirmary. Will you come with me? It
hurts so bad, Freya, I might pass out. It's so bad," he went on,
turning back to Freya. Really, he knew he probably shouldn't be
complaining so much. It made him look like a weak sissy, and he
didn't want Freya to think he was a weak sissy, but who would
blame him for complaining about such an extensive injury? He was
probably going to end up loosing part of his neck, if he had to
guess.[/center]
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Shang grabbed some nearby bandages once Freya put some distance
between them, telling him softly to take care of himself. He was
glad, at least, that his partner would wish him well, if
anything. It was better than knowing that she didn't care at
all. Sure, he knew she didn't trust him in the slightest, but
knowing that someone wasn't trying to get him killed was always
a comfort. It's the small victories, or something like that,
they say.
Shang began to bandage his side first, not even really knowing
where to start with his ankle. He probably needed a brace of
some sort, but honestly, the infirmary was the last place he
wanted to go. Honestly, he just wanted to go back to his room.
Sure, it was a bit dark and damp and the floorboards squeaked a
bit when you stepped on them, but at least he could be alone for
awhile. He just wanted to rest for a bit, that was all. There
was always time for attempting to bond with people later.
Besides, it's not like he could do much else that was productive
with his injuries. He had to heal soon so he could train harder.
He had to get better or else he was never going to make it in
this kingdom. He had no where else to go if he was turned away
from being a knight. Sure, he had money, but living completely
alone was the last thing he really wanted right now. He had
never been alone before, and there was no way in hell he was
getting himself a slave. He'd just have to try harder and get
better.
He finished bandaging himself up pretty quickly, ignoring the
fact that he probably needed some alcohol and stitches for now.
Yes, he knew the chances of getting an infection where high, but
he just didn't feel like dealing with anything else today. He
needed to figure out some sort of strategy or battle plan on how
to get stronger, how to bond with his partner, and how to get
more people to like him. He couldn't just spend the rest of his
new life avoiding people and making no friends. He needed people
now more than ever, unfortunately.
Shang glanced over at Freya to see her talking to Rowan, freshly
bandaged herself. Damn, they both probably needed to see a
nurse. At least they weren't a complete mess like that Rowan
seemed to be. Wait, was he crying? Shang could only make out a
bit of what he was saying, but he knew that if Rowan kept acting
like that he was never going to win over Freya. Instead, he
might just win over a second mother. Emmett was his first
mother, of course. Shang hadn't even been around that long and
already he could tell that. Poor guy. It must be hard to be a
walking disaster. [/center]
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Dameron smiled when Cass insisted that he didn't need to thank
her, knowing it was something she would always say after he did
so. He just couldn't help himself, fighting with Cass had been
such a blessing in his life, how could he not thank her after
every mission? She made everything so much easier and always
gave it her all. What more could he ask for?
He was glad to hear that Cass was alright as he removed the last
bit of his armor. Suddenly, a drop of blood hit his hand as he
bent over, Cass almost immediately pointing it out. Well damn,
he guessed his cut might have been a bit deeper than he thought.
"I'll be fine," he insisted softly, aloud this time. "Just a
stitch or two and I'll be as good as new. I'm just lucky I
missed that arrow as much as I did," he said with a gentle
smile, carefully trying to wipe as much blood as he could off
his cheek with one swipe of his thumb. "It's a good thing I have
the fastest partner here or I probably would have been a goner a
long time ago," he chuckled, rubbing his thumb and middle finger
together in an attempt to remove the blood. "I just hope Freya
and her partner are doing alright. They seem like the took quite
the beating today."
Dameron glanced back over in Shang and Freya's direction again
to see both of them bandaged with Freya now talking to what
appeared to be a crying Rowan (oh, that boy) and Shang rubbing
his ankle on a nearby chair. If those two didn't connect better
soon, it appeared like they might both be doomed in the next
battle. After Evelyn, Dameron wasn't sure if the group could
deal with another loss. Even if it was the loss of someone they
barely knew or could trust. If something were to happen to
Freya, Dameron knew the group would be at a loss. Especially
poor Rowan. It would be hard, but it did seem like they would
all have to put their distrust aside to help Freya and Shang
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Luckily, Rowan took the hint. Well, it wasn't so much a hint as
it was Emmett shooing the man in the gentlest way he knew how.
Rowan was talking with Freya now. Good. Wait, Freya was in
really bad shape. And Rowan was the one who was crying? No, he
wasn't crying. But he might as well have been. And Freya didn't
appear to be having it. Emmett chuckled. At least he wouldn't
have to be the one to disappoint Rowan this time. Maybe Freya
would punch him or something. Or just make him feel really,
really bad. Of course, Emmett didn't want his sweet Rowan to be
upset or guilty, but he also didn't want him to keep acting like
a five-year-old. Sacrifices would have to be made.
He glanced over toward Dameron and Cassia, who seemed perfectly
fine. Dameron had a scratch on his face, but neither of them
seemed in bad shape. And then there was the new guy. Shang was
from a rival kingdom, a traitor to his own people and an outcast
at the moment, but he didn't seem like a bad man. In fact, Rowan
was right in saying that the man was pretty. And now he was
alone. And Emmett, being the man that he was, couldn't let that
fly. Once his armor was removed and shined, he walked over to
the man, who seemed to have injured his ankle. And everything
else.
"Glad you made it out okay," he said. "That ankle looks pretty
bad. Do you need any help?" he asked. "I mean, Cassia is a much
better nurse, but I can try," he said. He glanced back at Rowan,
who most certainly did not tell Shang that he was pretty. He
smiled. "By the way, Rowan, that guy over there," he said,
gesturing with his thumb. "He thinks you're pretty."
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"I was kidding, dumbass," she laughed. "You're not actually
crying over a burn, are you?" she asked, quieter this time. For
a moment, she was genuinely concerned. Rowan was known to whine
every now and then about dumb shit, but if he actually burned
himself -- which was a real possibility, given his track record
-- she needed to make sure he was okay. Then he jumped on this
rant about her liking gross things -- or not liking gross
things. The man stopped making sense. She laughed at him asking
her not to look at him. "Don't be an idiot. Let me see," she
said, taking matters into her own hands and looking at his neck.
It was pink. If you looked really, really hard. Suddenly,
something started welling up in her throat and she coughed. A
lot. Which made it easier for blood to start oozing from the
poorly dressed bandage on her stomach. She groaned in pain,
trying to get her breathing right again. "Are you fucking
kidding me?" she growled, her voice somewhat hoarse. "That's a
fucking sunburn, Rowan. You don't need the damn infirmary," she
argued. With a weak and shaky fist, she punched him in the gut.
She was having a hard time moving her arms after that last
coughing fit, so she couldn't reach his neck like she wanted.
"There are people with real problems that need to be in the
infirmary, but you're skin is a little warm and -," but she cut
off when she needed to cough some more.
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Cassia tilted her head when he mentioned stitches. Sure,
stitches weren't exactly a big deal when you were a knight who
fought alongside dragons for a living. But still. She wasn't
expecting that. "Can I see?" she asked, tilting his head down so
that she could see it from a better angle. "It doesn't look too
deep, but you're probably right about those stitches," she said.
He had managed to get most of the blood himself, but she'd still
feel better is she did something to help. "I can probably take
care of that for you, if you want," she said.
She giggled when he complimented her. "Oh, no," she said, color
rushing to her cheeks. "You would have been fine and you know
it. You're one of the best warriors I know," she said. Cass
didn't take compliments well and she was bothered by the fact
that Dameron seemed to put her on a pedestal without giving
himself the same respect. She glanced over her shoulder and at
the other knights when he mentioned Freya and the new guy.
"Emmett seems to be doing a nice job of taking care of the new
guy. You know, as he does," she said. "And neither of them are
crying as much as Rowan, so that's a good sign," she added.
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Rowan pouted when Freya kept laughing at him, asking yet again
if he was crying. He wasn't crying! Not yet, anyway. It really
didn't feel nice to be laughed at when he was in so much pain.
Couldn't Freya see how bad his burn was? Why would she laugh. He
knew she would laugh. Even when she insisted to see his horrid
wound he braced himself for another laugh, but the laugh never
came. What came instead was a series of coughs and blood.
"Holy shit," he said quietly, a bit shocked as he watched blood
ooze from Freya's stomach. "Um..." Freya was talking, saying
that Rowan's sunburn or whatever wasn't really a big deal.
Honestly though, at this point, he wasn't really listening. All
he could do was stare in shock and horror as Freya started to
have another coughing fit, the woman in obvious need of medical
attention. Shit, she had been hurt this bad the whole time and
he didn't even notice? What kind of man was he? Here he was
bitching about what was probably the worst burn in history while
Freya was probably slowly bleeding out.
"Okay, this isn't good," Rowan decided, placing an hand on
Freya's shoulder. "It think I'm going to have to take you to the
infirmary." He knew Freya would hate him for it and probably
kick his ass once she got her strength back, but he couldn't
ignore the fact that she was obvious very much injured. And,
from the looks of it, she probably wouldn't be able to walk well
either. Oh yeah, she was definitely going to kill him for what
he was about to do next, but oh well. He always knew deep down
that he was going to die young.
Moving swiftly, Rowan scooped Freya up into his arms, almost
immediately taken aback by how light she was. Sure, he knew she
was skinny, but damn, it was like holding a sack of feathers.
"Well, I guess if you're going to hit me, just try to avoid my
burn, please. My skin might fall off," he warned her, starting
to make his way to the nearby infirmary. "Oh, and my face.
Please don't hit my face. I have a very sensitive nose," he went
on, hiking her up a bit better into his arms, trying not to
focus too much on the blood coming from her stomach. Gods, he
really hoped she would be alright. [/center]
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Shang had been expecting to quietly slip away to his room after
the pain in his ankle let up a bit. However, right before he
could get up, he saw a figure approaching out of the corner of
his eye. It was Emmett, surprisingly, who Shang thought was most
definitely the most drop-dead gorgeous people he had ever seen
in his life. Of course, looks weren't everything, but Shang had
heard others talk about Emmett's kindness and heroics. The man
looked like a chiseled statue made by angels, and apparently,
acted like an angel. Damn his perfection.
Unexpectedly, Emmett began to speak to him, saying how glad he
was that he made it out okay. It seemed genuine, too. He also
asked if he needed help with his ankle. Where did this man come
from, and were there more? Shang wasn't sure if his heart could
take much more. And then, that's when Emmett decided to mention
that Rowan apparently thought he was pretty.
Did I hit my head?
Shang glanced over at Rowan who was now picking up a bleeding
Freya, carrying her off somewhere. Who were these men? Gods?
"Did he now?" Shang smirked, amused with Emmett's statement.
He'd have to remember that for later. Do you think I'm pretty?
he wanted to ask, but bit his tongue, turning back to look at
Emmett, smiling. "I think I'm okay for now, sweetie, but thank
you. I just injured my ankle a little. I've had a lot worse," he
insisted, but knew that if Emmett wanted to graciously carry him
to the infirmary like Rowan did with Freya, he wouldn't
complain. Not at all.
Shang then remembered that Emmett said something about Cassia
being a pretty good nurse. He glanced quickly over to her, only
to her helping Dameron with his injury. Hm, seemed like everyone
had someone. Well, except himself, and possibly Emmett, but
there was no way a literal god wouldn't have someone.
"So tell me, Emmett, is there someone special in your life?" He
knew he was probably getting a bit too personal, and he also
knew that he totally sounded flirty, but, really, he figured now
was a good of a time as ever to try and at least get somewhat
acquainted with someone. After all, Emmett did approach him. It
would be rude to turn him away so quickly, especially after so
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Dameron suddenly felt self-conscious as soon as Cass asked to
see his cut. However, he still obliged, knowing it would be best
to go ahead and have her take a look at it for him. He was more
than aware of Cass's nursing skills, so refusing her would be
completely idiotic. Still, having her so close and vigilant
always made him feel... strange. He couldn't quite place his
finger on it, but whenever she was near, he felt warm.
Cass examined his cut, concluding that it would need some
stitches and offering to fix it up herself. Dameron just simply
nodded, thinking back to the past times she had done something
similar for him and how he felt. Maybe he was just always sick
when he was around her? Why else would he feel all warm and
fuzzy? Why else would his heartbeat increase when she was so
close he could feel the heat radiating off of her? Surely he was
just unwell.
Cass giggled, and Dameron's stomach did that thing where it
seemed to compress, his heart starting to pick up it's pace.
There it was again. Maybe he was more injured than he thought.
She brushed his previous compliment off like it was nothing,
complimenting him instead. He smiled, turning his head away from
her briefly to stare at the cobblestone floor. She always seemed
to avoid his compliments, turning them into something positive
about himself instead. Perhaps she just wasn't very good at
accepting compliments. Granted, neither was he so much, but Cass
needed to accept them once and awhile because they were always
true. Dameron never said things that he didn't mean.
Dameron looked back at Emmett and Shang when they were
mentioned, taking in the scene of Emmett seemingly comforting
the newest edition to their team. Emmett truly was a better man
than he could ever be. He was the first to always go to someone
that was in need, it seemed. Dameron respected him very, very
much. The mention of Rowan, however, only made Dameron laugh.
"He did seem very upset, didn't he? I don't even think there was
a single scratch on him," Dameron mused. "At least he seems to
have taken care of Freya," he added, catching the pair exiting
the keep with Rowan carrying Freya. "Though I am afraid that she
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia: Post Four
By: winterssmary Date: November 3, 2018, 1:58 am
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Emmett wasn't expecting the man to stare at him the way he did.
He'd been stared at like that before, but it was still an odd
sensation. He just kinda shrugged it off though. What else was
he gonna do? It's not like it was insulting or anything. Shang
seemed awkward, almost as if he didn't want Emmett around for a
moment. Then he snapped out of it. Mostly due to Rowan's comment
about him being pretty. "I think he's scared that you might
steal his girl," Emmett chuckled. Of course, they all knew that
wasn't true for two reasons: one, there is no way in hell that
Shang would ever be attracted to Freya; two, Freya only had eyes
for Rowan. Somehow.
Did he just call me 'sweetie?'
Emmett shrugged off the thought. Being called something other
than Emmett wasn't all bad. "You don't need the infirmary or
anything, do you? I mean, I'm not sure what they might be able
to do, but if you feel like you need to go -," but he trailed
off. He wasn't quite sure where to go with this. It wasn't so
much that he felt this weird compulsion to help Shang, but he
wanted to at least try to make the new guy feel welcome. Was it
working? It probably wasn't working.
He was completely caught off guard by the question about special
someones. Emmett was never much of a romantic and his love life
always seemed kind of bland. Of course, he had other
obligations. It wasn't gnawing at him or anything. Besides, who
needs a girlfriend when you already have five children? He
chuckled, trying to make it feel less awkward to talk about.
"Not for a long time," he said with a shrug. "There was one
woman, several years ago, that definitely made me feel things,"
he said. "But she moved away before I ever said anything. Since
then, I've just been to busy, I guess. I miss her every now and
then, but I'm content with being alone."
He wasn't entirely sure that he believed that. Even he didn't
want to spend his life alone at the end of the day. But, at the
same time, he didn't feel like he necessarily needed someone
else in his life to make him feel fulfilled. He had his friends
-- children, really -- and a job that he was good at. And, at
the end of the day, that was all he really needed. "What about
you, Shang?"
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Obviously, Rowan was distressed. But that didn't excuse how much
of a baby he was being. If Freya wasn't constantly filled with
the urge to kiss his face, she would have been much, much
crueler to him about this whole ordeal. With every her every
cough, she could feel herself growing angrier and angrier. More
with herself for letting herself be so weak but also with her
wimp of a dragon friend. She wanted to punch him. She also
wanted to punch herself. Freya never did well with being
injured. It was more than just a weakness where she was from. If
you showed any signs of so much as needing a rest, it was
basically a death sentence. Old habits die hard, she guessed.
She froze when he touched her shoulder. "What are you doing?"
Then he said that he was going to take her to the infirmary. As
in, without her permission. "Oh fuck no," she said. She was
going to start in the other direction, but Rowan scooped her
into his arms. In her state she couldn't fight him off as easily
as she could have in the past. "Rowan, put me down. I'm not
going to the -," but she groaned in pain before she could finish
her sentence. "Please put me down," she whispered, her voice
hoarse.
That was when he made a comment about her punching him. God, she
wanted to. She wanted to so badly. So she did. Casually and
lightly, as she didn't have the strength to actually be
threatening. And she just punched his shoulder. "Seriously
Rowan, please, I don't want to go there," she argued. Her issue
with infirmaries went beyond just a hatred of doctors.
Infirmaries were all nightmarish torture holes where people went
to die back where she was from. At this point in her life, it
was an extreme phobia. "I'm not even in that bad of shape,
really," she said.
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"Let me just," she began, walking over a few feet and grabbing
one of the many medical kits in the armory. "Get my stuff," she
said, despite having already gotten her stuff. She glanced up at
him. "You might have to sit down for this," she said with a
shrug. "I am not nearly as tall as you," she added with a smile.
She gathered some alcohol bandages, and her needle and thread
for the sutures. She waited for him to sit down -- or whatever
he was going to do to get down to her level.
He seemed a bit off. Awkward. Not that Dameron wasn't always a
little bit awkward. Cassia noticed that he always seemed to
tense up whenever they stood too close to one another, so she
took a few steps back. He probably had a thing about personal
space or something. She understood that. Of course, it bothered
her just a little bit. the two had spent a lot of time together
and she had hoped that they'd moved past the awkwardness.
Especially because she was developing feelings for him. But that
didn't seem to be the case. Which sucked, but it was something
she'd get over eventually. Right?
She giggled at his comments about Rowan and Freya. Yeah, she was
definitely going to hurt him once she was able to stand on her
own again. Freya wasn't an incredibly violent person, but she
hated the idea of her independence being challenged. If there
was even the slightest indication that she might need help for
anything, she loses her shit. This wouldn't be an exception.
"He'd probably be into that," she added with a shrug. "I think
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