Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 22:59:47 GMT -8
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : had been going through a lot lately, and she had gotten reports that the new man she let stay in the castle last night had been giving an over abundance of sweet treats to her children last night. Which was.....a little out of the ordinary, it was weird for a strange man to be giving sweets to her children of whom he did not know. But her father was handling it so she was going to let grandpa do so for the time being. She had dressed herself in a dark red gown with matching cloak and thin circlet of gold with red slippers. Leaving her bedroom chambers it was late at night but since the void was pulled she had trouble sleeping. She had some anxieties of the last thing she had from her husband being pulled from her. Deciding to get some fresh air she moved herself to the castle gardens to where a servant brought her a tray with some tea and a couple of glasses in case her father or anyone decided to show up and join her. The guards were doing their rounds, the children were asleep, her parents were asleep and things were peaceful at this time. But she had a feeling either someone was going to come or someone was going to awaken, call it a pit in her stomach, or a good feeling of some sort as she enjoyed her tea among the flowers under the moonlight. <e>
Crimsonkyu : would make his way back to the castle from his long day from building and shelving book all day so he was very tired. Tomorrow he would build a bedroom in there so it would be a little easier on him but for tonight he was going to grab some food and drink and enjoy the day he had. No kids , no one fighting and lastly no one changing genders back and for. He opened the main door to the castle and walked down the halls towards the dinning hall for some well deserved food. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Oi! This was a hell of a spot for the illustrious swordsman to find himself in, skulking his way into a gods damned castle full of elves and reeking with a hodgepodge of abjuration and conjuration magics just to maybe deliver a message? Right good waste of his time it was, since it appeared the guards milling about and walking their rounds had more faith in the wards than they had skill in perceiving potential threats. Lazy defenses were lazy, after all. All the complaint aside, the dark-skinned, and equally dark-dressed skulk had already wound his way in through a side gate not far from the stables and around to the back of the castle proper, following the dim light and added sounds to where he was told he'd likely find his target. Sure enough, there she sat, extra cups and a small pot of tea before her. Again, the drow couldn't help but wonder why -he- was sent for this instead of the ones who had fed him the information, or why the pay day was so large for such an easily completed task. It was with these thoughts in mind that the skulking drow would make his approach, quite naturally and silently stepping up to the table beside this contemplative woman and hefting the tea pot to pour himself a cup. Not a single word being uttered as he carried out the action, nothing strained in his actions as he settled the pot back in place, and even helped himself to two sugars, just lingering there and stirring the contents of the cup rather obnoxiously loud.-
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : watched the drow approach, not wavering, not startled. She had a feeling someone was coming this evening, she just didn't figure it to be a unknown drow, they had a female here yesterday, now this one, she found it very interesting. She sipped her tea while he came up and poured his own in silence as she had a warm smile upon her face. She waited a few moments as he was noisily stirring his tea cup before speaking out. "So....are you going to introduce yourself or steal my tea in silence?" she asked curiously as she set her tea cup down and stood up holding out her hand to him. If he would take it she would shake it gently while speaking out. "Gisselle Vressl've of Eladrin.....and you are?" If he wouldn't take her hand while she spoke she would just put her hand down figuring he wished to not shake hands with an elf, and if that was so what was he doing in a well known elven kingdom, if it wasn't to be nice it was obvious to cause complications....either way she was ready to handle any situation he decided to throw her way. Which was why she was unphased by his presence. <e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Her questioning after his own introduction would seem to have fallen on deaf ears, as the stirring came to a stop, punctuated by a pair of taps of that spoon against the rim of the cup before it was settled on the saucer beside it, and the cup lifted with one hand to his lips, a rather noisy slurp being taken of the liquid in what would initially appear to be his response. Her standing, and the extension of that hand opened her up to a lingering appraisal of her form, from dainty hand to the rest of her frame, crystalline blue eyes taking a bit longer in their pass down and back up over her torso, quite likely drawing up mental images of way lay beneath this evening's gown before settling on her face and lowering the cup. His free hand would extend to take hers after a moment of hesitation, though not gripping it to shake, but taking hold of fingers and turning her hand so that the back of it faced skyward, lowering to press freshly dampened lips to the backs of her knuckles, if she would allow. "Vendui, Gisselle Vressl've of Eladrin. You wouldn't happen to also be... ah..." A moment's pause was taken as eyes rolled back into his head, attempting to recall the previously insignificant name that he had been given. Hells, why was -this- the hard part? "Queen Gisselle Valoraynos? No... that's not right." A frown and a shake of his head came as the drow lifted the cup back to his lips. Tea, tea would jog his memory, though not near as well as ale. Ah, Valerian Ale would have done the tri-WAITAMINNUT! "Valeneros! Aye, aye, you're the young 'Queen' yeah?" The title was spoken with some derision in his tone, almost a mocking element to pair with the cocksure smirk plastered on his lips. <E>
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : allowed him to kiss her hand even though it felt a little awkward since her husband was away, but he did not need to know this. She nodded her head after he got her name right. "Aye my maiden name is Valeneros, daughter of Lucien, and I am the reigning Queen, though my father is running things for me at the moment....till further notice, Obviously you remembered my name for a specific purpose am I correct?" She asked curiously as she sat back down at her table and pointed to the seat across from herself for him to sit in as she took another sip of her tea and continued on. "You seem like you were going to sneak into my home instead of introduce yourself at the gates, though the ward has not lifted you from where you stand I can see you mean me no ill harm, so, maybe a message perhaps, or some sort of news you were requested to deliver?" She asked curiously, she knew her father was silently watching through the flames and Nimena would be close by if something happened. There were the guards and others as well so she still again was not worried, and the fact that he was attempting at being polite was putting her a little more at ease so she just waited for him to sit down and kept the smile on her face. "I can have some food brought to you if you are hungry as well sir ....?" She was curious since he hadn't actually quite introduced himself just yet, and hopefully he would this time..<e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Well, she rather easily put the pieces together. Granted, the wards not zapping him off to the dungeons was, as she said, a pretty big chunk of the puzzle already being put together for her. Regardless, a wide smile was given, the pearly white teeth standing starkly along with the whites of his eyes against the otherwise rather dark backdrop. Even with the firelight cast on him as it was, it seemed he only barely reflected the light, almost as if he only did so on a note of personal whimsy. "Aha! Right, right. I did come larking on in for a reason, clever girl." It was odd, but the reference sounded as if it hovered right on the cusp between genuine praise and patronizing prod, just a head pat or waggle of the finger short of either. His hand not holding the tea cup would dip back into the broad silken sash that had been wrapped around his waist, fishing out a bone-white satchel just big enough to fit in either of the present elf's palms and lobbing it onto the table in front of the Queen, a toss that would narrowly miss her own tea cup, though rather than thudding against tabletop, the satchel would serve to draw attention to the letter he had apparently flicked to land beneath it; an envelope of the same color sealed in deep green wax and bearing a foreign seal's press into said wax; the image of a mighty oak crossed by an arrow. "I was paid to ensure ya got that. They said if I didn't find you, to just pin it to some door in there with a knife." Vaguely, he would gesture toward the castle. Leaning a little closer, he'd speak almost conspiratorially. "Between you and me? I'm happier to have found you. The alternative seemed far to..." His hand flourished and his eyes rolled as he finished the statement. "Theatrical." Another noisy slurp of the tea was taken, and a half emptied cup would be settled down finally. "Besides, the view from here sure beats the risk of a-" Snapping his fingers. "-trip to the dungeons. You know how hairy that makes my line of work around these parts?" Obviously she id, else the wards wouldn't be in place. No pity for the working drow, how like these hoity toity 'good' elves. Royals always getting in the way of a less than honest gold, I tell ya.-
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : She would raise her eyebrow as he started to speak again and and threw the letter and the satchel on the table. Looking at them while continued to speak only to look up when he got close to her whispering. She would raise her hand and call over a guard. The guard came up to her and bowed as he should as she handed him the white satchel. "Open this please..." She said softly looking back to the drow male. "Forgive me but I do not like surprises..." She said in soft polite tones ignoring his sarcastic remarks opening up the envelope she would look into the contents. The only thing it stated was 'Guardian down..' written in someone's blood. She would blink not understanding the message until the guard opened up the satchel as she requested. He handed her the contents and it was a ring. Upon closer inspection by Gisselle it looked to be the ring that Kaien had on, a similar one she had on her person. She put the ring on her thumb and the look of unpleasantness struck her face as she looked up to the male and spoke out. "Who sent you here to deliver this disgusting message? IS this some kind of joke? Because I am not particularly finding it funny. " She said firmly as she took the letter and satchel and was staring at it a few moments before looking back at him. "I will pay you double of what you were offered if you tell me who sent you..." She said firmly standing up waiting for an answer, she was almost angry. Hurt, pissed....wanting to know if Kaien is dead and if so who did it.. <e>
Crimsonkyu : Having finished his food and drink he would stack his plates and place then once again in the kitchen and thank them for the meal and drink. Giving them a light smile and way he would slowly make his way towards the garden and soon stop. Seeing as the queen and a guest where there he would not say a word and slowly make his way towards an open field within ear shot of the conversation and shift into an Elysian dragon. He then walking in a few cirles and lay down , his tail would land hear his mouth. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -A hand shot up in a heartbeat as Gisselle started in on her demands, a step back already being taken as that little twist of her features came to be. Wasn't bad enough that there was now a whole steaming, heaped up pile of goodly winged lizard that just manifested not far from here, making him itch in all sorts of not super comfortable places, but now the lovely little queen was making such a face, and it wasn't directly his doing? Nope, nope nope. This job just became worth its cost and then some. "Tsk, tsk. You'll age well beyond your years if you keep screwing such a pretty face up into such an ugly little glower." Ever the smooth operator. "Now, Queenie, don't get your bodice in a twist, you should know already that the deliverer of an anonymous message is paid, and sworn to keep it anonymous." It was obvious she wasn't happy with the message he had delivered, and now it was apparent why they sent him. "All I -can- say is that they didn't seem the joking type, all glower and no glow." Another step was taken back, one hand tucking behind the dark elf's back as the other remained extended as if ready to ward off attack that might come. God, this was so against his character, but his normal method of getting out of a situation like this would only land him in definite trouble. So, flight was the better option here, fight not even allowed to cross his mind for a second as a viable solution. GODS DAMMIT, that dragon made his butt hole itch!-
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : She glared the way he was speaking to her she didn't appreciate very much. "My bodice is fine and if I age, I age...part of life.....your lucky at this point I don't have the dragon bite your naughty parts the way you speak to me in such a manner, I will get to the bottom of this, thanks for your message you may go now.." And with that she took the letter, the satchel and her tea cup and exited towards the castle not wanting anything further to do with this dark humored drow. "Crimson if you wish food I will not have you stopped.." She knew it was crimson she could feel his aura, but that was one way to stop that smooth operating drow from following her, she was far from interested at this point, you don't deliver something horrible like a friend possibly dead then expect to get into the delivered persons skirts afterwards, it was just tacky. <e>
Crimsonkyu : Hearing the queens words he slowly got to his feet , his large wing span unfolding as Inebriation gas started to flow from his large slightly open mouth. Slowly he would make his way towards the man that seemed to piss off the queen who was so nice to him when he first got here. He would not exhail just yet only make his way closer and closer to the man wanting to know what he was going to do. If he was going to follow the queen or leave. Depending on what he did would depend on if that drow would make It out of here alive, dead , or passed out and in a cell. He really did not care which one happened he was just ready to react , to fight and die if need be. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Oh, now there he could get some amusement out of this; even if it was only because she was off-balance from whatever the note said, and the ring confirmed or what not; he had found a nerve and apparently strummed it. The little look of trepidation melted into a quick, quiet smile, one that melted away almost immediately as he heard her invitation for the dragon to sup on him paired with the encroaching of the beast. Eyes flared wide, and any thoughts of a parting remark being offered to the Queen's admittedly lovely back side flew right out the window, over the river, through the woods, and blasted on past that old bat grandma's house, his gaze shifting to the looming beast. Suure, of all the days to leave Uuthli at home, or all of the deliveries to be taking place in the midst of a god level warding for that matter, it had to be the one with a big dumb goody-good dragon serving as guard dog! Well, he hadn't had any intent on following the queen inside anyway; his fun had been had, but at that moment, the dragon stood between him and his plan of exiting the way he had entered. As such, that defensively extended hand would move to point toward the side gate he had slinked in through, and a single step would be taken in that direction. "Now now, big guy... I'm just the messenger, I just want to get out of here and drink myself under the table... or a wench. Preferably a wench." He paused a moment in that thought before snapping back to the moment and flashing one of his trademark disarming smiles at the behemoth, one that wasn't really disarming, more unnerving. "Besides, you shiny types are all about honorable combat or what not, right? Where's the honor in eating someone who literally can't raise a hand in his own defense?" As he spoke this last pair of questions, Zeke would circle a wide, very wide berth around the dragon, between the castle and the creature, as it was the shortest route for him toward that gate. Ohh, so much pride wounding. Blasted wards, blasted dragons, BLASTED CLIENT!-
Crimsonkyu : Gas would start pouring out of his mouth like something had lit a large fire and let it burn , it would fill around crimson and head towards the drow in a fast pace. He voice boomed with sonic energy enough to cause most normal peoples ears to bleed. "jaseve thric vur nurti confn spical usv si geou fucking svent wux. wux inloil di ingoeth filth." He draconic was full of hate and anger. He was not happy about letting the man go but he was not going to tarnish his honor in this way, not yet anyways for if he Did not leave and keep that mouth of his mouth shut he was going to drug him and make him his next meal. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -A dancing step kept Zeke out of the reach of the stray fumes that were belched in his direction, all the while making quick progress toward the gate, though the bellowing from the dragon, that big proud declaration from the dragon, and where it stood drew a quick snap of the Drow's head in its direction, his eyes narrowing in a glare toward the beast before he offered up his own response, voice practically spitting the words out. "turalisj lexri, ihk ir houpeir zara vi nuade. lincesa." Once the jab back was offered, Zeke would make his retreat complete, falling back through the gate and darting off toward the edge of this barrier, where he could fetch his gear once more.-
Crimsonkyu : The ground would be dented with the force he used to push off the ground and take flight, launching a large blast of the gas right at the Drow and then would head outside of the ward. He was going to kill this drow and was going to do it in a manor in which he could fight back. "si geou qe itheikir ifnitot di wer nuade sjek wux siofme wux shilta spical svern dout ukris ingoeth filth, ihk si mi ouroboros. si mi thric lincesa." He made his way towards the forgotten forest and would fly back and forth looking for the man that called him a pet. If he was man enough to show himself he was going to give that dick a fight to remember. The trees swayed back and forth as the large dragon flown above. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Once his primary blade was gathered, the sheathed weapon would be held, by the sheath, in the drow's right hand in a rather casual grip. A slow stride would carry the cocksure dark elf down the center of the riding path, generally on his way back where he had come. Of course Zeke held little intent on fighting the creature, far more intent on the very task he had stated earlier rather than settling a pissing contest with a large, angry lizard. One the lizard had started for that matter. That said, the drow also wasn't the slightest bit afraid of what the big beast would try, the forested surroundings of the castle and that riding path would be more burden on the clumsy mass of the creature than it would be a blessing. Besides, certain benefits were paid to one who had a stout bargain struck with the fabled Mother of all Dragons.<E>
Crimsonkyu : Picking up the scent of the drow he would follow his nose until he was in sight ( not sure if your on the path or in the forest). He would fly high above the woods and wait until the man showed himself in the open. A forest was no place for a dragon to fight but if he was going to stay in there then he would just have to follow him in and take his chances along with the drow. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -The dragon could be heard flying overhead, if the snorting and snuffling to get his scent wasn't telltale enough, then the clamor of those damned colossal wings of its would make it clear. Oh, great and terrible predator that was. With a roll of his eyes, Zeke would simply continue along the path right up to the edge of the shielding woodlands where he would pause and glance skyward, heaving a sigh. Sure, this was a damn stubborn one, he wouldn't relish what was about to happen near as much as he would on other occasions. There was no reward for this fight, no honest reasoning behind it outside the ego of an over-grown house lizard. Hells, he hadn't even had the pleasure of a hunt, and lord only knows that this creature's hoard was likely hidden tucked back away within that tingly ward, or for all he knew this was one of those soft-hearted dragons who saw those they protected as their hoard. Uuthlu would remain sheathed for that first step Zeykil took into the open space, his left hand tucked into a pocket, while the right gently gripped the sheath of the sword he had retrieved since having slipped out of the gates. A merry little tune lilted through the air from his lips, as he waited for the angered animal to show its true colors.-
Crimsonkyu : Seeing as he was now in the open he would make a few passes and do nothing , then on the final pass he would land five yards from the man and try to figure out his plan of attach. The gas started to fill up his mouth once more as it slowly fell to the ground in a pool around the dragon. He would just stare down the dark elf for a min or so before he would make his move. Using one of the two breath attach he had in this form he would shot inebriation gas straight at the man hoping that would be the end of it and just leave the man drug in the middle of the woods until he came too and left on his own accord. if that was not the case then he was going to have to really try and fight for it had been a while since his last fight and he was not even sure he was still able to do it. Only time would tell, and time he had. E>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -So the creature actually decided to press the fight, and did so in remarkable style, following the very line of attack his kind was known for, though lingering on that same strange gas that he had been belching in the castle? Right then. Just as the first signs of that gas being released in the dragon's exhale came, the Drow would take a large inhale of the still untainted air around him, and hold it good and secure, his left hand digging in the pocket it had been resting in right as the plume of gasses rolled over him, assuming these drunken fumes were opaque, Zeke would use them for cover for the moment; lingering in the billowed cloud until it had passed him by. No, there was no inebriation in his gaze, just a bored stare that might have -wished- he had taken a little sniff of those fumes, at least he'd be buzzed. The bottom half of the Drow's face was covered by what appeared to be a single blackened scale, a peculiarity that, if the Dragon was familiar with magical items of the variety, he would know filtered the air its wearer breathed, cleansing each breath of the very fogs that threatened to drop him in a drunken haze, and instead leaving Zeke standing before the dragon with the index finger of his left hand extended skyward. Un-amused dark elf was un-amused.-
Crimsonkyu : Well that plan fell to shit fast, seeing at the breath attack did nothing but waste everyone's time he was going to go with plan b. The gas would dissipate, his mouth would charge up with a different time of attack this time and he hope it would have more of an affect then the first one did. A large about of sonic energy would blast from his mouth tearing up the very ground it ran over headed straight for that cocky shit of a dark elf. drow could breath yes but with the force coming he would need to be able to expand and contract his lungs for that little trick to work. If nothing else his head would hurt like a mother fuck for a long time to come. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -There was where the dragon had it all wrong. Since the Drow had handled the first breath weapon shot at him without retaliating, the right move was honestly not to draw in a deep breath to loose a focused shout at him immediately after. Especially not with the distance the dark elf had kept between them. It was more than enough time for the rather disinterested, yet evasive elf to hop out of the way. Of course, the poor treeline behind him didn't fare quite as well. A second finger on that elevated left hand was extended, and still Zeke stood as he was, only close enough to a combat stance so as to be able to respond to attacks, still not making a move to lash out at this beast before him quite yet, though still honestly showing no outward desire to lash out at all for that matter. Silly dragon was huffing and puffing, blew a couple trees down.-
ᴥAthḛnᴧBlọọdHeartᴥ : [[ So! She had seen a total of zero people. All except for the lovely gaurd that stayed around only to watch her re-dress. Athena had made some sort of camp site in the garden. Hardly worth wooping it up at the moment. Taking it upon herself, Athena decided that today she needed to venture out. She needed to explore the castle herself. Possibly get up into mischief . The polar bear at her side lumbered along with little complaint. Only grunted a few times in order for his little mistress to pay attention. Her pale hand reached out as she left the gardens. Scratching along Ehden's large head. Tugging faintly upon his left ear. " Oh my godddd.... I feel like we have landed in.. the land of nod.." She sighed softly. Servants and maidens would dash out of their way. Who knew if the polar bear was friendly?! "Awww.. don't worry Ehden! I still love you!" The small vampire fae wrapped her pale arms around the bulky head of her companion.[[D]]
Crimsonkyu : Shifting out of dragon form and back to his everyday one he would look at the dark elf and shake his head a bit. " I know , at dragon form sucks but its still nice to look at ". He said as he shruged his shoulders. " if you want to leave just leave and that will be the end of it. You could also try to attack and then we would have to pick it back up from where we left off so its up to you elf. whats it going to be" He said with his arms in the air. it had been a long time since he had used a dragon for And not all of them are that uses full some are just better to look at other for killing. its was just a bad luck of the draw that time. E>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -The drow's eyes narrowed, his voice rising to cover the distance as the damned beast shifted back to human shape and dared to utter those words his way."wux lowda ve, lincesa. tir ti renthisj lae sjek si douhvya ekess dawdle mrith wux." He -had- been leaving, the gods damned creature literally stood between the drow and his departure of the place, yet the lap dog spoke as if Zeke had picked the fight?! There were few things that Zeykil loathed more than the arrogance of a dragon. This situation? Oh, it trumped all of those over-grown lizards he had encountered thus far. Venom would have dripped through the mask if such was possible. "tuck jaxo vur gethrisj spical ekess dout pliso." Two fingers were still extended on that left hand, though it now lowered to rest rather casually at the drow's side. Zeykil would not budge. This beast picked the fight, it put itself in his path and attacked him. Now it would relent and return home so he could be on his way, or he would ensure it never forgot the song of his blades... Not for the rest of its life.-
Crimsonkyu : " All right i gave you the chance to run off like the foul drow you are but you chose to stand there and talk shit. works for me " He said as he shook his head a bit more. It was out of his hands now and he was going to fight to his last breath, how ever long that took. He shifted once more into dragon form but this time it was not a kind and honorable one he was before this time he shifted into a Chaos dragon. Giving a large and power rawr he looked at the drow. "si nurti zhaan de vi slathalin vur si mi thric lincesa, wux svaklar vi dick vur nomeno ui dout fault." He shot a blast (cone) of acid towards the drow this was going to be a better fight and hoped it would last awhile because he was started to enjoy himself once again. It made him feel young gain. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -There was where the dragon had made a fatal mistake. The distance between them wasn't so great that the swashbuckler was going to just stand still and let him not only shift forms, but also take the time to fire off a breath weapon to boot. No, the second that transformation began, a dagger would be flicked to hand and loosed for the expanding throat of the 'chaos dragon' as he grew, and the very 'dick' that the gecko was talking to set to foot, dashing in to close the distance with the monumental creature, voice rising with just a bit more than a note of disgust for having to bother with such a beast. "coi ui jahen, ti svaklar!" Yes, grammar nazi drow, heil! Either way, the dash forward gave the drow enough leeway to dive out of the cone's area, tsking softly as he kept moving, now aiming to close the distance so those damned breath weapons couldn't be cycled through so quickly and easily. Even as he did this, the dark elf set to counting in his head. The rhythm of this beast would be its undoing.-
Crimsonkyu : The dager would hit and stick in the scale that had formed , once he shifted out of dragon form it was going to hurt like hell but for now it was just a pain in the neck. The chaos dragon would start to flap his wings hard at the pain that was shooting into his neck. Using the force of his wings to try and knock the drow down on his ass once and for all. He set large gusts of wind heading that way why crying out in pain. "lexri di rygat. confused" This was a new on for him he was not sure how it was how it was going to work and hope it would just confuse him and then yea fight over , but like most of his plans its was mostly going to fuck up in some way or another and he had no idea how he was going to get out of this alive. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -The buffets of wind from the dragon's wings would have probably normally sent a man his size onto their back, but Zeke spent a good portion of the last hundred years hunting and slaying these very cumbersome beasts, and was not without the tailor-suited gear, as the scale resting over the lower half of his face would make obvious. Further throwing of blades would likely just result in the projectiles being deflected by the winds, so the steady progress forward would have to suit the drow for now. His progress inward for the messy work was impeded, slowed to a crawl, but if the beast insisted on remaining to finish the fight. Zeke would soon be close enough to oblige.-
Crimsonkyu : Landing back on his feet/legs He would make one last attempt for a breath attack and hope for the best. He would shot out a line attack of Fire. it was not what he was hoping for but it was the best he could do. This type of attack was random and not even the dragon would know what kinda of attack would come forth. A small amount of blood would trickle down his neck as this was the home stretch and the end of the fight was coming to a close . Win, lose, or draw it was going to end ind the next few minutes.e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Eyes flared as the dragon landed and immediately loosed another line attack from its mouth, giving the drow only one real viable way to avoid it at that range; diving straight forward under the behemoth, and even that didn't let him escape completely unscathed. A sharp gasp and a softly muttered curse were uttered as Zeke rolled to his feet, lunging a single dagger up to the creature's exposed underside. Years of training in precise strikes, especially against these very beings, meant that the dagger was screaming in toward a vital nerve cluster, meant to short out as much of the nervous system as possible while continuing his movement so as to not linger beneath something that could easily crush him with dead weight alone.-
Crimsonkyu : The blade would hit and stick into the dragons underbelly and would cause him to shift out of dragon form and drip to his knees. One of the blades was stuck in his gut and the other was stuck more in his shoulder but it was also someone in the neck as well. He could pull the blades out but if he did that he was going to bleed out before long, there was not much more he was able to do at this point. Coughing up blood was he was trying to think of something to do , something to keep his ass alive and not give that ass hat of an elf a win but he was coming up with a blank and it was all but over. He had run a good course and he enjoyed his fight , it was not the outcome he wanted but it was something. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -The second the dragon shifted back to a humanoid form, Zeke was back on him, leaning in over the annoyance's shoulder before hissing into his ear. "jinthil nomeno. frevor tairais wux pick vi slathalin mrith dout byanltiri." The words were uttered in the dragon's own language just a moment before another one of those daggers was thrust toward the center of the dragon's back with similar deadly efficiency in its targeting as his prior two attacks with the blades. If the blow landed, the Drow would simply scoff at the fallen dragon, any and all bleeding or other damage that had been done by the knives would take the form of deep bone bruising rather than actual lethal blows. Such was the nature of his daggers, named for their very non-lethal inherent nature. He hadn't been angered to the point of desiring the beast's death, just a humbling of the creature. After all, it was the dragon who threatened the drow with the pain of death, and who had attacked first. Not the other way around. "Next time... I won't bother with Ka'lith." <E>
Crimsonkyu : "till wer frevor tairais yth slathalin... dick fothisev" he said and pulled out the blades hoping his blood would spill and he would be able to get in one last goodbyu attack but when it would only cause deep and very painful bone bruising and that hurt like a bitch . He tossed the daggers to the dark elf and waited for him to leave . Over course he was waiting for so more of his smart ass remarks but it was better then dying. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -It wouldn't be until the daggers were dislodged from the wounds that they faded back to the space from which they had been drawn to be thrown, a warning glance being cast in the direction of the downed dragon, now speaking common, as it wasn't worth the effort to translate, and was far nicer to let any other listeners hear the vocalized warning. "I could ensure there is no next time..." There was no taunt, no jest in his tone or in his gaze as the drow rested his left hand on the pommel of the sword still held sheathed by the right. The dragon insisted on taunting the dragon slayer who thought to offer mercy this one time, it was not a game the one already kneeling was about to win. "Start back home, beasty. Walk, or crawl... I care not, but be on your way." A nod was pointed back down the path toward the warded capital. "Nurse your wounds in your wards, and don't stray too far from them until you are healed."-
Crimsonkyu : A toothy smile came from his lips as he slowly got to his feet. Giving a nod back the the drow as he slowly made his way home, but not to the ward to the home he had build. He was still bleeding tho. It would leave a trail for anyone to follow as he made him way slowly towards the lake and the lab he had build for himself. He was not going back to the ward, to the queen he tried to fight for and lost. It was too damage to his pride , his ego. His bloody hand pushed open the door as he took a few steps in and hit the ground. using his legs to kick the door shut. "Fuck that sucked" He said softly to himself as he closed his eyes and started to pass out from the shock to his system , it had been a long time since he had shifted and longer since he had done it twice. It body was really from the pain and it was going to be awhile before he was better. Longer still before he could face people again. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -would watch the dragon walk away, fighting the urge to stalk the beast to its home and instead only watching until he disappeared from his sight. Once the dragon was out of sight, the elf would nod to himself and set back out on his way, just a slight limp to his step, as his left boot still smoldered slightly from the edge of the blaze that he had caught in that last breath weapon that had been loosed his way.-
Crimsonkyu : would make his way back to the castle from his long day from building and shelving book all day so he was very tired. Tomorrow he would build a bedroom in there so it would be a little easier on him but for tonight he was going to grab some food and drink and enjoy the day he had. No kids , no one fighting and lastly no one changing genders back and for. He opened the main door to the castle and walked down the halls towards the dinning hall for some well deserved food. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Oi! This was a hell of a spot for the illustrious swordsman to find himself in, skulking his way into a gods damned castle full of elves and reeking with a hodgepodge of abjuration and conjuration magics just to maybe deliver a message? Right good waste of his time it was, since it appeared the guards milling about and walking their rounds had more faith in the wards than they had skill in perceiving potential threats. Lazy defenses were lazy, after all. All the complaint aside, the dark-skinned, and equally dark-dressed skulk had already wound his way in through a side gate not far from the stables and around to the back of the castle proper, following the dim light and added sounds to where he was told he'd likely find his target. Sure enough, there she sat, extra cups and a small pot of tea before her. Again, the drow couldn't help but wonder why -he- was sent for this instead of the ones who had fed him the information, or why the pay day was so large for such an easily completed task. It was with these thoughts in mind that the skulking drow would make his approach, quite naturally and silently stepping up to the table beside this contemplative woman and hefting the tea pot to pour himself a cup. Not a single word being uttered as he carried out the action, nothing strained in his actions as he settled the pot back in place, and even helped himself to two sugars, just lingering there and stirring the contents of the cup rather obnoxiously loud.-
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : watched the drow approach, not wavering, not startled. She had a feeling someone was coming this evening, she just didn't figure it to be a unknown drow, they had a female here yesterday, now this one, she found it very interesting. She sipped her tea while he came up and poured his own in silence as she had a warm smile upon her face. She waited a few moments as he was noisily stirring his tea cup before speaking out. "So....are you going to introduce yourself or steal my tea in silence?" she asked curiously as she set her tea cup down and stood up holding out her hand to him. If he would take it she would shake it gently while speaking out. "Gisselle Vressl've of Eladrin.....and you are?" If he wouldn't take her hand while she spoke she would just put her hand down figuring he wished to not shake hands with an elf, and if that was so what was he doing in a well known elven kingdom, if it wasn't to be nice it was obvious to cause complications....either way she was ready to handle any situation he decided to throw her way. Which was why she was unphased by his presence. <e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Her questioning after his own introduction would seem to have fallen on deaf ears, as the stirring came to a stop, punctuated by a pair of taps of that spoon against the rim of the cup before it was settled on the saucer beside it, and the cup lifted with one hand to his lips, a rather noisy slurp being taken of the liquid in what would initially appear to be his response. Her standing, and the extension of that hand opened her up to a lingering appraisal of her form, from dainty hand to the rest of her frame, crystalline blue eyes taking a bit longer in their pass down and back up over her torso, quite likely drawing up mental images of way lay beneath this evening's gown before settling on her face and lowering the cup. His free hand would extend to take hers after a moment of hesitation, though not gripping it to shake, but taking hold of fingers and turning her hand so that the back of it faced skyward, lowering to press freshly dampened lips to the backs of her knuckles, if she would allow. "Vendui, Gisselle Vressl've of Eladrin. You wouldn't happen to also be... ah..." A moment's pause was taken as eyes rolled back into his head, attempting to recall the previously insignificant name that he had been given. Hells, why was -this- the hard part? "Queen Gisselle Valoraynos? No... that's not right." A frown and a shake of his head came as the drow lifted the cup back to his lips. Tea, tea would jog his memory, though not near as well as ale. Ah, Valerian Ale would have done the tri-WAITAMINNUT! "Valeneros! Aye, aye, you're the young 'Queen' yeah?" The title was spoken with some derision in his tone, almost a mocking element to pair with the cocksure smirk plastered on his lips. <E>
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : allowed him to kiss her hand even though it felt a little awkward since her husband was away, but he did not need to know this. She nodded her head after he got her name right. "Aye my maiden name is Valeneros, daughter of Lucien, and I am the reigning Queen, though my father is running things for me at the moment....till further notice, Obviously you remembered my name for a specific purpose am I correct?" She asked curiously as she sat back down at her table and pointed to the seat across from herself for him to sit in as she took another sip of her tea and continued on. "You seem like you were going to sneak into my home instead of introduce yourself at the gates, though the ward has not lifted you from where you stand I can see you mean me no ill harm, so, maybe a message perhaps, or some sort of news you were requested to deliver?" She asked curiously, she knew her father was silently watching through the flames and Nimena would be close by if something happened. There were the guards and others as well so she still again was not worried, and the fact that he was attempting at being polite was putting her a little more at ease so she just waited for him to sit down and kept the smile on her face. "I can have some food brought to you if you are hungry as well sir ....?" She was curious since he hadn't actually quite introduced himself just yet, and hopefully he would this time..<e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Well, she rather easily put the pieces together. Granted, the wards not zapping him off to the dungeons was, as she said, a pretty big chunk of the puzzle already being put together for her. Regardless, a wide smile was given, the pearly white teeth standing starkly along with the whites of his eyes against the otherwise rather dark backdrop. Even with the firelight cast on him as it was, it seemed he only barely reflected the light, almost as if he only did so on a note of personal whimsy. "Aha! Right, right. I did come larking on in for a reason, clever girl." It was odd, but the reference sounded as if it hovered right on the cusp between genuine praise and patronizing prod, just a head pat or waggle of the finger short of either. His hand not holding the tea cup would dip back into the broad silken sash that had been wrapped around his waist, fishing out a bone-white satchel just big enough to fit in either of the present elf's palms and lobbing it onto the table in front of the Queen, a toss that would narrowly miss her own tea cup, though rather than thudding against tabletop, the satchel would serve to draw attention to the letter he had apparently flicked to land beneath it; an envelope of the same color sealed in deep green wax and bearing a foreign seal's press into said wax; the image of a mighty oak crossed by an arrow. "I was paid to ensure ya got that. They said if I didn't find you, to just pin it to some door in there with a knife." Vaguely, he would gesture toward the castle. Leaning a little closer, he'd speak almost conspiratorially. "Between you and me? I'm happier to have found you. The alternative seemed far to..." His hand flourished and his eyes rolled as he finished the statement. "Theatrical." Another noisy slurp of the tea was taken, and a half emptied cup would be settled down finally. "Besides, the view from here sure beats the risk of a-" Snapping his fingers. "-trip to the dungeons. You know how hairy that makes my line of work around these parts?" Obviously she id, else the wards wouldn't be in place. No pity for the working drow, how like these hoity toity 'good' elves. Royals always getting in the way of a less than honest gold, I tell ya.-
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : She would raise her eyebrow as he started to speak again and and threw the letter and the satchel on the table. Looking at them while continued to speak only to look up when he got close to her whispering. She would raise her hand and call over a guard. The guard came up to her and bowed as he should as she handed him the white satchel. "Open this please..." She said softly looking back to the drow male. "Forgive me but I do not like surprises..." She said in soft polite tones ignoring his sarcastic remarks opening up the envelope she would look into the contents. The only thing it stated was 'Guardian down..' written in someone's blood. She would blink not understanding the message until the guard opened up the satchel as she requested. He handed her the contents and it was a ring. Upon closer inspection by Gisselle it looked to be the ring that Kaien had on, a similar one she had on her person. She put the ring on her thumb and the look of unpleasantness struck her face as she looked up to the male and spoke out. "Who sent you here to deliver this disgusting message? IS this some kind of joke? Because I am not particularly finding it funny. " She said firmly as she took the letter and satchel and was staring at it a few moments before looking back at him. "I will pay you double of what you were offered if you tell me who sent you..." She said firmly standing up waiting for an answer, she was almost angry. Hurt, pissed....wanting to know if Kaien is dead and if so who did it.. <e>
Crimsonkyu : Having finished his food and drink he would stack his plates and place then once again in the kitchen and thank them for the meal and drink. Giving them a light smile and way he would slowly make his way towards the garden and soon stop. Seeing as the queen and a guest where there he would not say a word and slowly make his way towards an open field within ear shot of the conversation and shift into an Elysian dragon. He then walking in a few cirles and lay down , his tail would land hear his mouth. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -A hand shot up in a heartbeat as Gisselle started in on her demands, a step back already being taken as that little twist of her features came to be. Wasn't bad enough that there was now a whole steaming, heaped up pile of goodly winged lizard that just manifested not far from here, making him itch in all sorts of not super comfortable places, but now the lovely little queen was making such a face, and it wasn't directly his doing? Nope, nope nope. This job just became worth its cost and then some. "Tsk, tsk. You'll age well beyond your years if you keep screwing such a pretty face up into such an ugly little glower." Ever the smooth operator. "Now, Queenie, don't get your bodice in a twist, you should know already that the deliverer of an anonymous message is paid, and sworn to keep it anonymous." It was obvious she wasn't happy with the message he had delivered, and now it was apparent why they sent him. "All I -can- say is that they didn't seem the joking type, all glower and no glow." Another step was taken back, one hand tucking behind the dark elf's back as the other remained extended as if ready to ward off attack that might come. God, this was so against his character, but his normal method of getting out of a situation like this would only land him in definite trouble. So, flight was the better option here, fight not even allowed to cross his mind for a second as a viable solution. GODS DAMMIT, that dragon made his butt hole itch!-
Ǥῖȿȿέȴȴέ¤Ѵяέȿȿȴⱱέ : She glared the way he was speaking to her she didn't appreciate very much. "My bodice is fine and if I age, I age...part of life.....your lucky at this point I don't have the dragon bite your naughty parts the way you speak to me in such a manner, I will get to the bottom of this, thanks for your message you may go now.." And with that she took the letter, the satchel and her tea cup and exited towards the castle not wanting anything further to do with this dark humored drow. "Crimson if you wish food I will not have you stopped.." She knew it was crimson she could feel his aura, but that was one way to stop that smooth operating drow from following her, she was far from interested at this point, you don't deliver something horrible like a friend possibly dead then expect to get into the delivered persons skirts afterwards, it was just tacky. <e>
Crimsonkyu : Hearing the queens words he slowly got to his feet , his large wing span unfolding as Inebriation gas started to flow from his large slightly open mouth. Slowly he would make his way towards the man that seemed to piss off the queen who was so nice to him when he first got here. He would not exhail just yet only make his way closer and closer to the man wanting to know what he was going to do. If he was going to follow the queen or leave. Depending on what he did would depend on if that drow would make It out of here alive, dead , or passed out and in a cell. He really did not care which one happened he was just ready to react , to fight and die if need be. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Oh, now there he could get some amusement out of this; even if it was only because she was off-balance from whatever the note said, and the ring confirmed or what not; he had found a nerve and apparently strummed it. The little look of trepidation melted into a quick, quiet smile, one that melted away almost immediately as he heard her invitation for the dragon to sup on him paired with the encroaching of the beast. Eyes flared wide, and any thoughts of a parting remark being offered to the Queen's admittedly lovely back side flew right out the window, over the river, through the woods, and blasted on past that old bat grandma's house, his gaze shifting to the looming beast. Suure, of all the days to leave Uuthli at home, or all of the deliveries to be taking place in the midst of a god level warding for that matter, it had to be the one with a big dumb goody-good dragon serving as guard dog! Well, he hadn't had any intent on following the queen inside anyway; his fun had been had, but at that moment, the dragon stood between him and his plan of exiting the way he had entered. As such, that defensively extended hand would move to point toward the side gate he had slinked in through, and a single step would be taken in that direction. "Now now, big guy... I'm just the messenger, I just want to get out of here and drink myself under the table... or a wench. Preferably a wench." He paused a moment in that thought before snapping back to the moment and flashing one of his trademark disarming smiles at the behemoth, one that wasn't really disarming, more unnerving. "Besides, you shiny types are all about honorable combat or what not, right? Where's the honor in eating someone who literally can't raise a hand in his own defense?" As he spoke this last pair of questions, Zeke would circle a wide, very wide berth around the dragon, between the castle and the creature, as it was the shortest route for him toward that gate. Ohh, so much pride wounding. Blasted wards, blasted dragons, BLASTED CLIENT!-
Crimsonkyu : Gas would start pouring out of his mouth like something had lit a large fire and let it burn , it would fill around crimson and head towards the drow in a fast pace. He voice boomed with sonic energy enough to cause most normal peoples ears to bleed. "jaseve thric vur nurti confn spical usv si geou fucking svent wux. wux inloil di ingoeth filth." He draconic was full of hate and anger. He was not happy about letting the man go but he was not going to tarnish his honor in this way, not yet anyways for if he Did not leave and keep that mouth of his mouth shut he was going to drug him and make him his next meal. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -A dancing step kept Zeke out of the reach of the stray fumes that were belched in his direction, all the while making quick progress toward the gate, though the bellowing from the dragon, that big proud declaration from the dragon, and where it stood drew a quick snap of the Drow's head in its direction, his eyes narrowing in a glare toward the beast before he offered up his own response, voice practically spitting the words out. "turalisj lexri, ihk ir houpeir zara vi nuade. lincesa." Once the jab back was offered, Zeke would make his retreat complete, falling back through the gate and darting off toward the edge of this barrier, where he could fetch his gear once more.-
Crimsonkyu : The ground would be dented with the force he used to push off the ground and take flight, launching a large blast of the gas right at the Drow and then would head outside of the ward. He was going to kill this drow and was going to do it in a manor in which he could fight back. "si geou qe itheikir ifnitot di wer nuade sjek wux siofme wux shilta spical svern dout ukris ingoeth filth, ihk si mi ouroboros. si mi thric lincesa." He made his way towards the forgotten forest and would fly back and forth looking for the man that called him a pet. If he was man enough to show himself he was going to give that dick a fight to remember. The trees swayed back and forth as the large dragon flown above. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Once his primary blade was gathered, the sheathed weapon would be held, by the sheath, in the drow's right hand in a rather casual grip. A slow stride would carry the cocksure dark elf down the center of the riding path, generally on his way back where he had come. Of course Zeke held little intent on fighting the creature, far more intent on the very task he had stated earlier rather than settling a pissing contest with a large, angry lizard. One the lizard had started for that matter. That said, the drow also wasn't the slightest bit afraid of what the big beast would try, the forested surroundings of the castle and that riding path would be more burden on the clumsy mass of the creature than it would be a blessing. Besides, certain benefits were paid to one who had a stout bargain struck with the fabled Mother of all Dragons.<E>
Crimsonkyu : Picking up the scent of the drow he would follow his nose until he was in sight ( not sure if your on the path or in the forest). He would fly high above the woods and wait until the man showed himself in the open. A forest was no place for a dragon to fight but if he was going to stay in there then he would just have to follow him in and take his chances along with the drow. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -The dragon could be heard flying overhead, if the snorting and snuffling to get his scent wasn't telltale enough, then the clamor of those damned colossal wings of its would make it clear. Oh, great and terrible predator that was. With a roll of his eyes, Zeke would simply continue along the path right up to the edge of the shielding woodlands where he would pause and glance skyward, heaving a sigh. Sure, this was a damn stubborn one, he wouldn't relish what was about to happen near as much as he would on other occasions. There was no reward for this fight, no honest reasoning behind it outside the ego of an over-grown house lizard. Hells, he hadn't even had the pleasure of a hunt, and lord only knows that this creature's hoard was likely hidden tucked back away within that tingly ward, or for all he knew this was one of those soft-hearted dragons who saw those they protected as their hoard. Uuthlu would remain sheathed for that first step Zeykil took into the open space, his left hand tucked into a pocket, while the right gently gripped the sheath of the sword he had retrieved since having slipped out of the gates. A merry little tune lilted through the air from his lips, as he waited for the angered animal to show its true colors.-
Crimsonkyu : Seeing as he was now in the open he would make a few passes and do nothing , then on the final pass he would land five yards from the man and try to figure out his plan of attach. The gas started to fill up his mouth once more as it slowly fell to the ground in a pool around the dragon. He would just stare down the dark elf for a min or so before he would make his move. Using one of the two breath attach he had in this form he would shot inebriation gas straight at the man hoping that would be the end of it and just leave the man drug in the middle of the woods until he came too and left on his own accord. if that was not the case then he was going to have to really try and fight for it had been a while since his last fight and he was not even sure he was still able to do it. Only time would tell, and time he had. E>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -So the creature actually decided to press the fight, and did so in remarkable style, following the very line of attack his kind was known for, though lingering on that same strange gas that he had been belching in the castle? Right then. Just as the first signs of that gas being released in the dragon's exhale came, the Drow would take a large inhale of the still untainted air around him, and hold it good and secure, his left hand digging in the pocket it had been resting in right as the plume of gasses rolled over him, assuming these drunken fumes were opaque, Zeke would use them for cover for the moment; lingering in the billowed cloud until it had passed him by. No, there was no inebriation in his gaze, just a bored stare that might have -wished- he had taken a little sniff of those fumes, at least he'd be buzzed. The bottom half of the Drow's face was covered by what appeared to be a single blackened scale, a peculiarity that, if the Dragon was familiar with magical items of the variety, he would know filtered the air its wearer breathed, cleansing each breath of the very fogs that threatened to drop him in a drunken haze, and instead leaving Zeke standing before the dragon with the index finger of his left hand extended skyward. Un-amused dark elf was un-amused.-
Crimsonkyu : Well that plan fell to shit fast, seeing at the breath attack did nothing but waste everyone's time he was going to go with plan b. The gas would dissipate, his mouth would charge up with a different time of attack this time and he hope it would have more of an affect then the first one did. A large about of sonic energy would blast from his mouth tearing up the very ground it ran over headed straight for that cocky shit of a dark elf. drow could breath yes but with the force coming he would need to be able to expand and contract his lungs for that little trick to work. If nothing else his head would hurt like a mother fuck for a long time to come. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -There was where the dragon had it all wrong. Since the Drow had handled the first breath weapon shot at him without retaliating, the right move was honestly not to draw in a deep breath to loose a focused shout at him immediately after. Especially not with the distance the dark elf had kept between them. It was more than enough time for the rather disinterested, yet evasive elf to hop out of the way. Of course, the poor treeline behind him didn't fare quite as well. A second finger on that elevated left hand was extended, and still Zeke stood as he was, only close enough to a combat stance so as to be able to respond to attacks, still not making a move to lash out at this beast before him quite yet, though still honestly showing no outward desire to lash out at all for that matter. Silly dragon was huffing and puffing, blew a couple trees down.-
ᴥAthḛnᴧBlọọdHeartᴥ : [[ So! She had seen a total of zero people. All except for the lovely gaurd that stayed around only to watch her re-dress. Athena had made some sort of camp site in the garden. Hardly worth wooping it up at the moment. Taking it upon herself, Athena decided that today she needed to venture out. She needed to explore the castle herself. Possibly get up into mischief . The polar bear at her side lumbered along with little complaint. Only grunted a few times in order for his little mistress to pay attention. Her pale hand reached out as she left the gardens. Scratching along Ehden's large head. Tugging faintly upon his left ear. " Oh my godddd.... I feel like we have landed in.. the land of nod.." She sighed softly. Servants and maidens would dash out of their way. Who knew if the polar bear was friendly?! "Awww.. don't worry Ehden! I still love you!" The small vampire fae wrapped her pale arms around the bulky head of her companion.[[D]]
Crimsonkyu : Shifting out of dragon form and back to his everyday one he would look at the dark elf and shake his head a bit. " I know , at dragon form sucks but its still nice to look at ". He said as he shruged his shoulders. " if you want to leave just leave and that will be the end of it. You could also try to attack and then we would have to pick it back up from where we left off so its up to you elf. whats it going to be" He said with his arms in the air. it had been a long time since he had used a dragon for And not all of them are that uses full some are just better to look at other for killing. its was just a bad luck of the draw that time. E>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -The drow's eyes narrowed, his voice rising to cover the distance as the damned beast shifted back to human shape and dared to utter those words his way."wux lowda ve, lincesa. tir ti renthisj lae sjek si douhvya ekess dawdle mrith wux." He -had- been leaving, the gods damned creature literally stood between the drow and his departure of the place, yet the lap dog spoke as if Zeke had picked the fight?! There were few things that Zeykil loathed more than the arrogance of a dragon. This situation? Oh, it trumped all of those over-grown lizards he had encountered thus far. Venom would have dripped through the mask if such was possible. "tuck jaxo vur gethrisj spical ekess dout pliso." Two fingers were still extended on that left hand, though it now lowered to rest rather casually at the drow's side. Zeykil would not budge. This beast picked the fight, it put itself in his path and attacked him. Now it would relent and return home so he could be on his way, or he would ensure it never forgot the song of his blades... Not for the rest of its life.-
Crimsonkyu : " All right i gave you the chance to run off like the foul drow you are but you chose to stand there and talk shit. works for me " He said as he shook his head a bit more. It was out of his hands now and he was going to fight to his last breath, how ever long that took. He shifted once more into dragon form but this time it was not a kind and honorable one he was before this time he shifted into a Chaos dragon. Giving a large and power rawr he looked at the drow. "si nurti zhaan de vi slathalin vur si mi thric lincesa, wux svaklar vi dick vur nomeno ui dout fault." He shot a blast (cone) of acid towards the drow this was going to be a better fight and hoped it would last awhile because he was started to enjoy himself once again. It made him feel young gain. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -There was where the dragon had made a fatal mistake. The distance between them wasn't so great that the swashbuckler was going to just stand still and let him not only shift forms, but also take the time to fire off a breath weapon to boot. No, the second that transformation began, a dagger would be flicked to hand and loosed for the expanding throat of the 'chaos dragon' as he grew, and the very 'dick' that the gecko was talking to set to foot, dashing in to close the distance with the monumental creature, voice rising with just a bit more than a note of disgust for having to bother with such a beast. "coi ui jahen, ti svaklar!" Yes, grammar nazi drow, heil! Either way, the dash forward gave the drow enough leeway to dive out of the cone's area, tsking softly as he kept moving, now aiming to close the distance so those damned breath weapons couldn't be cycled through so quickly and easily. Even as he did this, the dark elf set to counting in his head. The rhythm of this beast would be its undoing.-
Crimsonkyu : The dager would hit and stick in the scale that had formed , once he shifted out of dragon form it was going to hurt like hell but for now it was just a pain in the neck. The chaos dragon would start to flap his wings hard at the pain that was shooting into his neck. Using the force of his wings to try and knock the drow down on his ass once and for all. He set large gusts of wind heading that way why crying out in pain. "lexri di rygat. confused" This was a new on for him he was not sure how it was how it was going to work and hope it would just confuse him and then yea fight over , but like most of his plans its was mostly going to fuck up in some way or another and he had no idea how he was going to get out of this alive. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -The buffets of wind from the dragon's wings would have probably normally sent a man his size onto their back, but Zeke spent a good portion of the last hundred years hunting and slaying these very cumbersome beasts, and was not without the tailor-suited gear, as the scale resting over the lower half of his face would make obvious. Further throwing of blades would likely just result in the projectiles being deflected by the winds, so the steady progress forward would have to suit the drow for now. His progress inward for the messy work was impeded, slowed to a crawl, but if the beast insisted on remaining to finish the fight. Zeke would soon be close enough to oblige.-
Crimsonkyu : Landing back on his feet/legs He would make one last attempt for a breath attack and hope for the best. He would shot out a line attack of Fire. it was not what he was hoping for but it was the best he could do. This type of attack was random and not even the dragon would know what kinda of attack would come forth. A small amount of blood would trickle down his neck as this was the home stretch and the end of the fight was coming to a close . Win, lose, or draw it was going to end ind the next few minutes.e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -Eyes flared as the dragon landed and immediately loosed another line attack from its mouth, giving the drow only one real viable way to avoid it at that range; diving straight forward under the behemoth, and even that didn't let him escape completely unscathed. A sharp gasp and a softly muttered curse were uttered as Zeke rolled to his feet, lunging a single dagger up to the creature's exposed underside. Years of training in precise strikes, especially against these very beings, meant that the dagger was screaming in toward a vital nerve cluster, meant to short out as much of the nervous system as possible while continuing his movement so as to not linger beneath something that could easily crush him with dead weight alone.-
Crimsonkyu : The blade would hit and stick into the dragons underbelly and would cause him to shift out of dragon form and drip to his knees. One of the blades was stuck in his gut and the other was stuck more in his shoulder but it was also someone in the neck as well. He could pull the blades out but if he did that he was going to bleed out before long, there was not much more he was able to do at this point. Coughing up blood was he was trying to think of something to do , something to keep his ass alive and not give that ass hat of an elf a win but he was coming up with a blank and it was all but over. He had run a good course and he enjoyed his fight , it was not the outcome he wanted but it was something. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -The second the dragon shifted back to a humanoid form, Zeke was back on him, leaning in over the annoyance's shoulder before hissing into his ear. "jinthil nomeno. frevor tairais wux pick vi slathalin mrith dout byanltiri." The words were uttered in the dragon's own language just a moment before another one of those daggers was thrust toward the center of the dragon's back with similar deadly efficiency in its targeting as his prior two attacks with the blades. If the blow landed, the Drow would simply scoff at the fallen dragon, any and all bleeding or other damage that had been done by the knives would take the form of deep bone bruising rather than actual lethal blows. Such was the nature of his daggers, named for their very non-lethal inherent nature. He hadn't been angered to the point of desiring the beast's death, just a humbling of the creature. After all, it was the dragon who threatened the drow with the pain of death, and who had attacked first. Not the other way around. "Next time... I won't bother with Ka'lith." <E>
Crimsonkyu : "till wer frevor tairais yth slathalin... dick fothisev" he said and pulled out the blades hoping his blood would spill and he would be able to get in one last goodbyu attack but when it would only cause deep and very painful bone bruising and that hurt like a bitch . He tossed the daggers to the dark elf and waited for him to leave . Over course he was waiting for so more of his smart ass remarks but it was better then dying. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -It wouldn't be until the daggers were dislodged from the wounds that they faded back to the space from which they had been drawn to be thrown, a warning glance being cast in the direction of the downed dragon, now speaking common, as it wasn't worth the effort to translate, and was far nicer to let any other listeners hear the vocalized warning. "I could ensure there is no next time..." There was no taunt, no jest in his tone or in his gaze as the drow rested his left hand on the pommel of the sword still held sheathed by the right. The dragon insisted on taunting the dragon slayer who thought to offer mercy this one time, it was not a game the one already kneeling was about to win. "Start back home, beasty. Walk, or crawl... I care not, but be on your way." A nod was pointed back down the path toward the warded capital. "Nurse your wounds in your wards, and don't stray too far from them until you are healed."-
Crimsonkyu : A toothy smile came from his lips as he slowly got to his feet. Giving a nod back the the drow as he slowly made his way home, but not to the ward to the home he had build. He was still bleeding tho. It would leave a trail for anyone to follow as he made him way slowly towards the lake and the lab he had build for himself. He was not going back to the ward, to the queen he tried to fight for and lost. It was too damage to his pride , his ego. His bloody hand pushed open the door as he took a few steps in and hit the ground. using his legs to kick the door shut. "Fuck that sucked" He said softly to himself as he closed his eyes and started to pass out from the shock to his system , it had been a long time since he had shifted and longer since he had done it twice. It body was really from the pain and it was going to be awhile before he was better. Longer still before he could face people again. e>
Ȥᴱᴷᴱ : -would watch the dragon walk away, fighting the urge to stalk the beast to its home and instead only watching until he disappeared from his sight. Once the dragon was out of sight, the elf would nod to himself and set back out on his way, just a slight limp to his step, as his left boot still smoldered slightly from the edge of the blaze that he had caught in that last breath weapon that had been loosed his way.-