[IC] A Sacrifice Gone Awry [Jett Ryu & SnowAngel]

[SnowAngel]

Today was that day again. Every year a girl from the city would be chosen as sacrifice to the dragon that lived on the mountain near the village.
This way they would keep the dragon from destroying the village. This had gone on for honderds of years. It would all come with a great festival, the dragon festival.
Every girl would be taken to the main plaza. One for one they would have to take a shell out of a earthen pot. On one of the shells was a dragon painted... That girl would be the next sacrifice. The girls never panicked about this. They all saw this as a great honor. They would have protected the whole city for a year by giving their life. But this year was different. Arya was a 19 year old girl, since she was very young she detested dragons. Her dad was killed by one. Every year she hoped she wouldn't be the one... Last year she was again very lucky, her best friend was picked.. but this year she wasn't so lucky...

Arya bited at the ropes around her hands and tugged with al her might at the metal ring that was placed on the wall. The townspeople had to bind her to the ring or else she would have escaped. Most girls would just have walked right into the dragon's nest like that. Something her friend did too. Her toughts of her friend got errupted by a large roar.
Arya jumped and started to shiver she knew what was comming. In the distance she saw the dragon flying towards her. Carried by big black wings...
With a large crash, the dragon landed in front of her. She closed her eyes, thinking this could not be real.
She heard the dragon laugh or at least make a sound that looked like it. "You're afraid of me?" He laughed mockingly. Arya slowly opend one eye. The dragon's head was only inches away from hers. He sniffed at her causing her to shiver again. He laughed. "This is going to be fun. Finally! After al those years I get one who is scared." He smirked. He opened his mouth displaying his sharp large teeth. "Much better than the last one. Yeah that one was really a crazy bitch. Going on and on about how it was her duty to serve her people by serving as food." Arya noticed he must be talking about her best friend Celeste. "Shut up.." She managed to bring out.
"Oh?" The dragon drawed near to her face. "IT can speak?" He grinned. Arya looked away scared. "My mother taught me never to play with my food but I guess I can make an acception?" Arya's eyes widden. The dragon bited the rope in half and trowed Arya in the air. Catching her again on the piece of rope around her hands and tossing her again. Laughing as he did so.
When will this nightmare end! Arya thought as she endured the pain...

[Miraboreasu]

((You just kicked my butt in post length... :P))

There was a roar from higher up on the mountain, followed by an orange blur. It streaked for the old dragon, slowed to reveal a younger dragon. The younger dragon seemed surprised about the sacrifice, but curled his lips up in anger as he dug his talons into the black dragon's back. With a serpentine motion he snatched Arya from his foe's jaws and broke away from the fight long enough to set the girl in a tree. He hovered momentarily. "Stay here," he ordered, and reengaged his larger opponent.

He inhaled, breathed a plume of flame. He was lighter and more agile than the older dragon, but his armor wasn't as thick. His only chance was to win in the air, because if that behemoth caught him on land, he would be just another victim; after all, most dragons were not squeamish about cannibalism.

[SnowAngel]

((^^ hah impressed? :p ))

Arya gasped as the other dragon appeared scooped her up and set her in the tree. She stared at them. Were those dragons fighting for her? For there meal? She gulped and slowly let herself glide down from branch to branch ignoring what the dragon said and getting out of the tree. She didn't want to end up as dragonfood. Now was her chance to escape. But getting out of a tree with bound hands wasn't as easy as she tought it would be. She was about 3 meters above the ground and saw no other option but to jump. She leaped of the tree and landed on her hands and knees. She sat there for a moment enduring the pain of her fall. She stood up and felt a sharp pain in her knee. She looked and saw blood dripping from one knee. She must have landed on a sharp rock when she jumped.

[Miraboreasu]

The orange dragon went higher and higher up until he disappeared into the clouds. Of course, the old fool followed him, and the battle was over before it had truly begun. The younger dragon raked his talons across his opponent's belly, shredding his organs, and landed three slashing blows to his enemy's neck. Blood filled the air like a fountain, and in the older dragon's death throes, he slashed the orange dragon's wing membrane. Suddenly devoid of lift, he crashed into the mountain near the girl. Although no bones were broken, he was in quite a bit of pain. But despite his pain, the orange dragon focused on the girl.

However, he wasn't interested in her for food.. He spoke with a slight Scottish accent.

"Girl, are you okay?" he asked. "Are you hurt badly?"

[SnowAngel]

Arya quickly backed up pain shooting through her knee. "uh;..I'm f-fine." She lied, enduring the pain.
She didn't trusted dragons and she wasn't planning to start trusting them either. Dragons were killing machines who think of nothing but themselfs.
They just think of humans as food, insects, worthless beeings... right??

((much to short... :/ ))

[Miraboreasu]

The dragon sniffed. "I smell your blood," he said. "You disobeyed me." He sighed, laying his great head down on the rocks. "But haven't we all?" He turned his head back to the girl. "I do apologize. My name is Makan." He righted himself, so he was laying on his belly. He hissed in pain, examined his torn wing membrane. "Damn. Old fool. I won't be able to fly until that heals."

"Tell me, girl," he said, getting comfortable. "What is your name?"

[SnowAngel]

Arya backed away as far as possible from the dragon until she hid the tree behind her. She looked up at the dragon in fear. She managed to bring out some words. "Are you going to eat me?" She almost whispered it tugging at the strong ropes around her hands. Her wrists were starting to ache and her head still hurt from beeing that dragon's toy...

[Miraboreasu]

"Heavens, no," Makan said. "There is not enough flesh on your bones. Give me a cow any day of the month." He reached over with a talon and cut her bonds loose. Makan examined her injury. He licked the blood away, and a curious thing started happening: her injuries began healing. "Too many dragons have deviated from our original cause: to protect and guide mankind. Quite sad."

[SnowAngel]

"So you would eat me.." Her eyes narrowed. Makan cutted her bonds loose and started to lick her wounds causing Arya to shiver. "Aargh stop that dragon!" she pushed him away in panick thinking he was already taking a taste of her. She looked at her wrists and knee. "What?" Her wounds were completely healed and the pain was also fading away. "How did you do that? And what do you mean protect and guide mankind? Al the dragons I know were murderers. They killed my friends and a part of my family."

[SnowAngel]

((btw Makan is cute :p ))

[Miraboreasu]

((Lol.))

Makan growled, raising his head up. "Stop! Calling! Me! Dragon! I have a name, and it is Makan, descendant of the first Dragon Lord Clefspeare!" He moved so his body encircled the girl. "The dragons you know were the ones who followed the thinking that man ought to serve us or die." Makan lowered his voice, no longer irritated. "They broke with the Old Code." Although small for a dragon, Arya was still only as tall as his hip. He laid his bulk down. "Long ago, when man was young and the dragon already old, the wisest of our race took pity on man. He gathered together all the dragons, making them vow to watch over man, always."

"It was our race who taught you how to read and write, to farm, and even to build," said Makan. "We taught you how to control fire. But that brought about the use of metal weapons, which is why many dragons broke with the Old Code."

[SnowAngel]

Arya whimpered holding her hands in front of her face. She slowly took her hands away and for the first time looked up at Makan, listening to his story. She never knew about what the dragons did for the humans, that not all dragons are bad. Her whole life she hated dragons right to the bone. Now she didn't know what to think. She was talking to a dragon. And as far as she knows he hasn't done anything to hurt her, infact he saved her, even healed her wounds. But what if this dragon was lying to her? She couldn't trust him yet. "Arya.. my name.. Its Arya." She suddenly said.

[Miraboreasu]

"Arya," Makan said, saying the name as if to taste it. "That is a beautiful name." He uncurled from around the girl and began heading towards the direction he'd come. "A word of advice, Arya: do not return home. The people will fear that you are a witch, and try to kill you. I have seen it before, and they will try to kill you." The dragon paused to examine his ripped wing. Dragon saliva didn't work on dragons, only humans.

[SnowAngel]

"What?" Arya had never thought about it. Of course she couldn't go home. No one would believe her if she said she had been rescued by an other dragon. There's no way she would have survived a dragon attack. Arya looked towards Makan, and then at his ripped wing. "Does it hurt a lot?" She looked down. "I can bandage it for you if you want me to..."

[Miraboreasu]

Makan moved his wing finger to conceal the damaged skin. "It does hurt," he said. "Back at my cave, I have herbs that can help with pain and healing." He paused. "Arya, will you come with me please, to help apply the herbs to the wound?" He turned, the bone blade of his tail scratching the rock. "Although I cannot fly, I can cover more ground walking than you can."

[SnowAngel]

Arya did have no were else to go. And that dragon did help her. This was the least she could do for him. Arya looked at him and nodded. "um,.. okay. I'll go with you." She still wasn't that happy about the thought of going to a dragons cave. It would be full of bones from all his kills, scroched spots and with a sens of death lingering there.

[Miraboreasu]

Makan gently picked Arya up by the back of her collar and deposited her on his back, near the shoulders. He went at a slow run, careful not to hurt himself. But his cave wasn't what was expected: plants grew around the entrance, and the inside was even more different. There was a pool of hot water large enough for the dragon, and a pool of cold water. In on corner, far enough away to not be affected by the steam, were musical instruments, and shelves of scrolls and books.

[SnowAngel]

Arya grabbed herself tight on his back afraid of falling of and let him take her to his cave. Once they entered Makan's cave Arya got of his back and looked around in aw. This wasn't what she aspected at all. Actually, she kinda liked it.. "You live here?" She asked as she walked around the cave.

[Miraboreasu]

Makan nodded. "This is my home," he said. With a catlike purr he went into the hot pool, enjoying the warmth. He submerged himself up to his eyes and nose, so he could see and breath.

[SnowAngel]

Arya didn't really know what to do and looked at him. "uh, shouldn't I take care of that wound on your wing? It did look pretty bad..."