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It took me 10 years to finally fill one of these out, but I finally did it. Welcome, stranger.
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I'm Drache. I'm a millenial leftist from Scotland living in the US deep south. I'm a queer polyamorous kinkster. You can find me at PRIDE, at Ren Fair, at the local farmer's market, and the monthly dark party. I play D&D, I play Skyrim, and I play with gags and blindfolds. I'm your elder femdom, even though my bones hurt.
During the day I'm an emergency animal medical professional with 20 years in the field. On my off time I'm a dog show enthusiast, a karaoke singer, a baker, and a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator. I'm a collector of rare houseplants, of rescued exotic birds, of books, of tattoos. I'm the most feral spouse with the most domestic skills. I'm perpetually exhausted but endlessly impulsive.
If you're looking for a partner to share in your high fantasy, in your dark themes, in your deranged kinky monsterfucking, send me a PM.
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Starting Date and Time: Saffra 15th, 301DM
Starting Location: Azure Strand
CS URLs: tbd
The breeze was cool and damp but growing warmer, a memory of winter and a promise of spring, esecially as the early morning sun continued to climb. Already well into the working hours of the day, the sound of hundreds of feet and hooves clattering to and fro on the worn wooden docks of Azure Strand.
Quartermasters and boatswains called out orders and instructions to busy dockworkers and sailors who sweated as they heaved and carried heavy cargo up and down the bouncing gangplanks. Merchants looked over their shipments with care, their assistants trailing along behind them with manifests and ledgers clutched tightly in their hands.
Absent from view were the Ebon Knights. Even at the best of times the supervision of the docks was minimal, but with the burgeoning dissent in the small city the knights were keeping closer to their barracks and traveling in larger groups.
But amid the bustle of dockhands and deckhands and milling livestock and fisherman flirting with salty wenches under the glaring eyes of their wives, the Azure Rising rocked gently in the greenish water, her blue sails slowly unfurling to be stretched tight to the spars in readiness for her maiden voyage. She was beautiful. A pinnacle of craftsmanship and skill. She wasn't the only ship in the harbour, nor was she the largest, perhaps not even the swiftest. But from the most aged and leathery crab-catcher to the youngest cabin boy scurrying across the slippery and barncacle-encrusted w[color=39b54a][/color]arf, all eyes came to rest on the galleon, full of pride and wonderment.
The Azure Rising's Quartermaster positioned himself at the foot of the gangplank, dutifully jotting down the names of the last of the crew arriving for duty, as well as the few but important passangers who would be joining them onboard. At 7 feet tall, Darshane Kinakai the darfellan towered over most of the rest of the crew, his dark black and pristine white skin noticeable in spite of the fairly plain dark sleeveless tunic he wore. As he scribbled down the name, which may or may not have been genuine, of a short but agile-looking apeling and watched the furred creature bound up to the main deck, her turned to he next person in line and asked with a deep and authoritative voice. "Ho' there, and who be you?"
The deck of the virgin ship was just as busy as the docks below. The crew hastened to stow all her cargo down in the hold, pushing past the slower-moving passengers with apologetically brief attempts to be polite.
As the mountain of cargo on the docks shrank and the ship sank slightly in the briney water, a square-jawed blonde human lounged lazily on a pile of crates, his clear blue eyes watching one of several ship's cats beginning their work stalking for rats in the shadows. His white linen shirt fluttered in the wind and the long straight scabbard hanging down by his left thigh clattered gently as he stood up and leaned over the railing to see how many were left to board.
There weren't many, and soon the ship would be under way. The thrill of anticipation was thick in the air.
Starting Location: Azure Strand
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The breeze was cool and damp but growing warmer, a memory of winter and a promise of spring, esecially as the early morning sun continued to climb. Already well into the working hours of the day, the sound of hundreds of feet and hooves clattering to and fro on the worn wooden docks of Azure Strand.
Quartermasters and boatswains called out orders and instructions to busy dockworkers and sailors who sweated as they heaved and carried heavy cargo up and down the bouncing gangplanks. Merchants looked over their shipments with care, their assistants trailing along behind them with manifests and ledgers clutched tightly in their hands.
Absent from view were the Ebon Knights. Even at the best of times the supervision of the docks was minimal, but with the burgeoning dissent in the small city the knights were keeping closer to their barracks and traveling in larger groups.
But amid the bustle of dockhands and deckhands and milling livestock and fisherman flirting with salty wenches under the glaring eyes of their wives, the Azure Rising rocked gently in the greenish water, her blue sails slowly unfurling to be stretched tight to the spars in readiness for her maiden voyage. She was beautiful. A pinnacle of craftsmanship and skill. She wasn't the only ship in the harbour, nor was she the largest, perhaps not even the swiftest. But from the most aged and leathery crab-catcher to the youngest cabin boy scurrying across the slippery and barncacle-encrusted w[color=39b54a][/color]arf, all eyes came to rest on the galleon, full of pride and wonderment.
The Azure Rising's Quartermaster positioned himself at the foot of the gangplank, dutifully jotting down the names of the last of the crew arriving for duty, as well as the few but important passangers who would be joining them onboard. At 7 feet tall, Darshane Kinakai the darfellan towered over most of the rest of the crew, his dark black and pristine white skin noticeable in spite of the fairly plain dark sleeveless tunic he wore. As he scribbled down the name, which may or may not have been genuine, of a short but agile-looking apeling and watched the furred creature bound up to the main deck, her turned to he next person in line and asked with a deep and authoritative voice. "Ho' there, and who be you?"
The deck of the virgin ship was just as busy as the docks below. The crew hastened to stow all her cargo down in the hold, pushing past the slower-moving passengers with apologetically brief attempts to be polite.
As the mountain of cargo on the docks shrank and the ship sank slightly in the briney water, a square-jawed blonde human lounged lazily on a pile of crates, his clear blue eyes watching one of several ship's cats beginning their work stalking for rats in the shadows. His white linen shirt fluttered in the wind and the long straight scabbard hanging down by his left thigh clattered gently as he stood up and leaned over the railing to see how many were left to board.
There weren't many, and soon the ship would be under way. The thrill of anticipation was thick in the air.
Saffra Quest 301DM
Azure Strand. The poorest of Ebonfort's cities, it has been remarked by many that only the calm, deep waters of the port give the fishermen of Azure Strand anything to offer the rest of the region. The only crafts practiced in abundance here, other than crime and fishing of course, are sailing and shipbuilding.
Near the beginning of Jedayen, an aging local merchant by the name of Bertram Pegas Cavendish III commissioned a trading vessel to be built in the city's name. With the intention of sending her southward to the Auric Desert and the marvelous city of Krerik on her maiden voyage, he dubbed her the Azure Rising. The square-rigged ship's hold would be filled with goods to trade with the mysterious desert people. In exchange for hand-crafted wooden goods out of Green Falls, grains and potatoes from Ruby Banks, and iron bars from Stone Crest, half of the cities in Ebonfort have contributed directly to this mission. As the date of her departure approached, nearly everyone in the region had either heard of the ship or seen the notices tacked up on tavern walls urging merchants, guards, and sailors to join the expedition. Since the Death of Magic and the disappearance of mages, braving the storms and the monsters of the deep had become less and less favourable.
Tempted by the promise of silks and spices, perfumes and amber jewelry, desert delicacies and date wine, more than one merchant has sent a representative to either help fund or participate in the journey.
In spite of the unrest plaguing Azure Strand, the building of the Azure Rising proved to be a bright spot on the horizon. As more merchants added their names to the charter the support provided work for the people, and the gorgeous vessel, when it was finished, was something the people of Azure Strand could speak about with pride. An accomplishment that none of the other cities could say they'd done better. Given that the mission was not funded or policed by the Ebon Knights, those with a history of either skirting or breaking the law could potentially find a place on the crew.
The wooden skeleton of the ship grew into a fine rich galleon and was rolled from the dry docks into the harbour where she was dressed in fresh rigging and blue sails, the long black Ebonfort pennant fluttering at the top of her mizzenmast. Her figurehead, the front half of a pegasus with wings lifted in flight, made her look ready to brave the dangers of the sea. By Saffra 15th she was ready to set sail, for better or worse.
OOC Info
This is a Quest that will likely span several months IRL and IC. Characters involved will be considered time-locked, which means they can not participate in any new events until the quest is finished. The only other way to RP them during this time is to play events that happened before the start of the quest, or side-RPs directly related to the quest itself (which is encouraged!)
Quests are a great way for your characters to enjoy big adventure and even bigger rewards, usually far more than what they can earn in non-quest RPs. There are also risks, up to and including the possible death of your character (though this is rare).
Please note that replies for quests are required no more than 7 days after the last GM post. There is no posting order and you can post as many times as you wish before the next GM post. I encourage you to take advantage of the time to let your character use their skills. The sooner all participants have posted, the sooner I will move forward.
If you want to bring your character along but feel that they may need a tailored introduction to this quest, please contact me privately so we can work something out. As it stands, you can assume that your character has heard about the building of the ship somehow and that it is setting sail for distant lands.
"I seek nothing...Everything I cared for is gone..."
The man started to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by the swift shape of Castiel the owl. The brown and white bird of prey struck silently at the man's face, though he managed to through up his arm just in time to save himself from the wicked talons. The owl screeched, flapping wildly as the man tried to shake him off. His expression was one of mild annoyance, and he seemed to be muttering something under his breath.
"...all that is living shall meet with death. Everything I loved was torn from me. You too shall feel that agony...Druid"
Heedless of the barn owl's wicked beak, the man snatched at him, his bloodied fingers clutching clumps of feathers out of the bird's skin. His intent was calmly murderous, as though the Familiar was nothing more than chicken who needed to be wrung out by the neck.
Castiel was saved by Crann's other Familiar as Bryan came shuffling forward. The man clutched Castiel by the wing and ripped him from his arm, flinging the bird hard against a tree-trunk. There was a harsh "Hoo-!" and a loud snap, and Castiel dropped to the ground and did not move.
Crann would be able to feel that Castiel was grievously injured and no longer conscious, but not quite dead.
Turning to face the tendrils of the plant-creature, the man shoved his sleeves back to bare the skin of his forearms. "Even the mightiest oak will one day crumble into dust."
The first tendril whipped close to the man's face. He reached for it and missed, but managed to catch the second as it struck low to ensnare his torso. A high-pitched shriek erupted from Bryan's mouth as a gruesome pain burned along the flexible branch. Loyal to Crann, he didn't stop his attack, but every tendril that struck the man seemed to immediately wither and begin to decay. Some crumbled dryly, some seemed to soften and bloat, becoming limp and useless.
"How does it feel to watch them die?" The man's composure was slipping. His thin-lipped sneer had become a fierce grimace, his eyes almost manic with a sort of terrible anger or grief. What had happened to make him this way?
Jimmory did his best. He managed to fire only one arrow before his almond eyes caught sight of Castiel's feathery shape. The presence of the sleek raptor spoiled his shot until the man threw the Familiar aside. The faun gasped in despair, sure that the owl was dead. It was so sudden! So cruel!
Spurred on by the injustice, Jimmory slid down to the ground, firing arrow after arrow at the plague-man. Many of them went wide, thudding harmlessly into the dirt, but one, two, then three managed to find their mark. One in the bicep and two in the thigh. Other than a grunt, he didn't seem to notice, too busy trying to poison Bryan with his touch before the shambling vine-beast could get him in a good grip.
The man started to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by the swift shape of Castiel the owl. The brown and white bird of prey struck silently at the man's face, though he managed to through up his arm just in time to save himself from the wicked talons. The owl screeched, flapping wildly as the man tried to shake him off. His expression was one of mild annoyance, and he seemed to be muttering something under his breath.
"...all that is living shall meet with death. Everything I loved was torn from me. You too shall feel that agony...Druid"
Heedless of the barn owl's wicked beak, the man snatched at him, his bloodied fingers clutching clumps of feathers out of the bird's skin. His intent was calmly murderous, as though the Familiar was nothing more than chicken who needed to be wrung out by the neck.
Castiel was saved by Crann's other Familiar as Bryan came shuffling forward. The man clutched Castiel by the wing and ripped him from his arm, flinging the bird hard against a tree-trunk. There was a harsh "Hoo-!" and a loud snap, and Castiel dropped to the ground and did not move.
Crann would be able to feel that Castiel was grievously injured and no longer conscious, but not quite dead.
Turning to face the tendrils of the plant-creature, the man shoved his sleeves back to bare the skin of his forearms. "Even the mightiest oak will one day crumble into dust."
The first tendril whipped close to the man's face. He reached for it and missed, but managed to catch the second as it struck low to ensnare his torso. A high-pitched shriek erupted from Bryan's mouth as a gruesome pain burned along the flexible branch. Loyal to Crann, he didn't stop his attack, but every tendril that struck the man seemed to immediately wither and begin to decay. Some crumbled dryly, some seemed to soften and bloat, becoming limp and useless.
"How does it feel to watch them die?" The man's composure was slipping. His thin-lipped sneer had become a fierce grimace, his eyes almost manic with a sort of terrible anger or grief. What had happened to make him this way?
Jimmory did his best. He managed to fire only one arrow before his almond eyes caught sight of Castiel's feathery shape. The presence of the sleek raptor spoiled his shot until the man threw the Familiar aside. The faun gasped in despair, sure that the owl was dead. It was so sudden! So cruel!
Spurred on by the injustice, Jimmory slid down to the ground, firing arrow after arrow at the plague-man. Many of them went wide, thudding harmlessly into the dirt, but one, two, then three managed to find their mark. One in the bicep and two in the thigh. Other than a grunt, he didn't seem to notice, too busy trying to poison Bryan with his touch before the shambling vine-beast could get him in a good grip.
Well done! I will review it tomorrow after work unless one of the gentlemen gets to it first. @Yennefer
A testament to the puma's madness, it didn't even seem to register the plant-creature until Bryan's flailing tendrils struck hard against its desiccated form. Turning to this new target, the mountain lion shrieked and lashed its curving talons against the tree-Familiar. The sharp claws didn't do much damage by themselves, but the force behind the blows crushed or severed many of Bryan's writhing branches. The huge teeth sank into Bryan's woody trunk, leaving deep holes.
But even a mighty carnivore was not designed to take on a tree.
Eventually Bryan would grab hold and manage to maintain his grip, lassoing the puma, who jerked back against the restraint with ear-splitting yowls. Bark flew and heavy paws drummed concussively against the Familiar, knocking him around but unable to break his hold. More and more, one limb after another, Bryan gained the upper tentacle, and his grip began to do more than grip.
Snap! Pop-pop-pop! The tightening vice of viney tendrils began to crush, snapping bones and forcing air out of the puma's mouth. It was not slow, and it was not pretty. Black blood oozed out of its mouth and then out of its remaining eye as it struggled noisily, twisting in unnatural positions and gurgling obscenely until Bryan had literally wrung the life out of it. As it died, Crann would know instinctively that this creature was Bonded to another, just as Bryan was Bonded to her.
If there was any true life there in the first place.
Jimmory vomited casually in the background, bracing himself against the tree.
And then a dry, raspy voice full of callous cruelty wondered aloud. "I felt his loss, to be sure. It wasn't as painful as I had imagined. Though, he wasn't long for the world anyways, as I'm sure you noticed, little shrub."
A human man in a tattered brown duster has emerged from the trees. He wasn't overly tall, and his skin was rather ashen and drawn, pocked and craggy like one suffering from disease. The effect wasn't improved by bruiselike shadows moving across his skin. They were similar to the Marks of any druid, but something was...wrong with them. His eyes were dark and cloudy, though he did not seem to have any trouble seeing Crann. A stink of death wafted from him, not the sharp odour of a rotting corpse, but something far more deliberate and insidious. Something that seemed to emanate. Even while he stood, a hand resting easily on the trunk of a tree next to him, the grass at his feet was beginning to wilt, the bark of the tree blackening and spreading.
"I have many more friends like Mogar there. It will be quite satisfying to see the despair on your face when my good work reaches your precious tree."
He spoke fey well. Almost too well, like someone who had once lingered appreciatively among her kind.
Behind him, the forest was dying.
But even a mighty carnivore was not designed to take on a tree.
Eventually Bryan would grab hold and manage to maintain his grip, lassoing the puma, who jerked back against the restraint with ear-splitting yowls. Bark flew and heavy paws drummed concussively against the Familiar, knocking him around but unable to break his hold. More and more, one limb after another, Bryan gained the upper tentacle, and his grip began to do more than grip.
Snap! Pop-pop-pop! The tightening vice of viney tendrils began to crush, snapping bones and forcing air out of the puma's mouth. It was not slow, and it was not pretty. Black blood oozed out of its mouth and then out of its remaining eye as it struggled noisily, twisting in unnatural positions and gurgling obscenely until Bryan had literally wrung the life out of it. As it died, Crann would know instinctively that this creature was Bonded to another, just as Bryan was Bonded to her.
If there was any true life there in the first place.
Jimmory vomited casually in the background, bracing himself against the tree.
And then a dry, raspy voice full of callous cruelty wondered aloud. "I felt his loss, to be sure. It wasn't as painful as I had imagined. Though, he wasn't long for the world anyways, as I'm sure you noticed, little shrub."
A human man in a tattered brown duster has emerged from the trees. He wasn't overly tall, and his skin was rather ashen and drawn, pocked and craggy like one suffering from disease. The effect wasn't improved by bruiselike shadows moving across his skin. They were similar to the Marks of any druid, but something was...wrong with them. His eyes were dark and cloudy, though he did not seem to have any trouble seeing Crann. A stink of death wafted from him, not the sharp odour of a rotting corpse, but something far more deliberate and insidious. Something that seemed to emanate. Even while he stood, a hand resting easily on the trunk of a tree next to him, the grass at his feet was beginning to wilt, the bark of the tree blackening and spreading.
"I have many more friends like Mogar there. It will be quite satisfying to see the despair on your face when my good work reaches your precious tree."
He spoke fey well. Almost too well, like someone who had once lingered appreciatively among her kind.
Behind him, the forest was dying.
The deathly cougar snarled and snapped, its voice rattley and foul as fangs the length of Crann's palm darted for her face again and again. Its mouth was slimy, its breath rotten. It was only the angle of her staff across her chest that spoiled the puma's aim and its decaying mouth came away only with clumps of viney growth torn roughly from her head.
It didn't seem to notice that there was something growing out of Crann's back, insubstantial at first but resolving into something solid and threatening. It also didn't notice when the first turquoise-fletched arrow zipped through the air with a faint 'thwp!' and buried deep into its flank.
The undead mountain lion did notice when a second arrow struck it in the side of the head, and black blood began to ooze slowly from the wound. It jumped off of Crann to reposition itself, snarling and yowling.
Face to face with the monster and busy summoning her own, Crann would not notice the growing feeling of loathsomeness approaching from the same direction that the cougar had, but Jimmory, thinking he was safe up in the crotch of a tree and taking pot shots at the big cat, trembled as dread slid like icy fingers down his spine.
"Come on Bryan, throttle that thing!" He cheered the plant-beast on, his voice high and squeaky.
It didn't seem to notice that there was something growing out of Crann's back, insubstantial at first but resolving into something solid and threatening. It also didn't notice when the first turquoise-fletched arrow zipped through the air with a faint 'thwp!' and buried deep into its flank.
The undead mountain lion did notice when a second arrow struck it in the side of the head, and black blood began to ooze slowly from the wound. It jumped off of Crann to reposition itself, snarling and yowling.
Face to face with the monster and busy summoning her own, Crann would not notice the growing feeling of loathsomeness approaching from the same direction that the cougar had, but Jimmory, thinking he was safe up in the crotch of a tree and taking pot shots at the big cat, trembled as dread slid like icy fingers down his spine.
"Come on Bryan, throttle that thing!" He cheered the plant-beast on, his voice high and squeaky.
"The best of both deserts," Drache repeated. "I have heard similar sayings. It would be nice to think they made it easier." She smiled back, showing her white teeth, but her flashy exuberance seemed to have dropped to a simmer.
When the man spoke in his own tongue, Drache searched his face intently, as if there was some clue about what he was saying. The language was pleasing to her ear-frills and her eyelids drooped until her gaze was a mere sliver of orange-red. He would learn eventually that this expression meant she was pleased, the throaty rumble making it more obvious.
"I have no idea what you said, but I'll let myself think it was flattering." She chuckled throatily and gave his knee a squeeze. "I like the way my name sounds on your lips, Raffey."
Sparring seductively with him all night would have been fun, but she could tell that there was much on his mind, and in spite of her eagerness she didn't want anything more if he wasn't all in. The food had been eaten, the fire was burning low, and the night was creeping on. The dragoness sighed smokily and rose sinuously to her feet, yawning.
"Everyone else is asleep except the sentry. We would be wise to follow suit, yes? Come share my tent and rest." It was possible he would decline, given her earlier flirting and his apparent reluctance, but as she held her hand out there was something genuine in her face at her offer to just sleep out of the wind next to someone warm.
When the man spoke in his own tongue, Drache searched his face intently, as if there was some clue about what he was saying. The language was pleasing to her ear-frills and her eyelids drooped until her gaze was a mere sliver of orange-red. He would learn eventually that this expression meant she was pleased, the throaty rumble making it more obvious.
"I have no idea what you said, but I'll let myself think it was flattering." She chuckled throatily and gave his knee a squeeze. "I like the way my name sounds on your lips, Raffey."
Sparring seductively with him all night would have been fun, but she could tell that there was much on his mind, and in spite of her eagerness she didn't want anything more if he wasn't all in. The food had been eaten, the fire was burning low, and the night was creeping on. The dragoness sighed smokily and rose sinuously to her feet, yawning.
"Everyone else is asleep except the sentry. We would be wise to follow suit, yes? Come share my tent and rest." It was possible he would decline, given her earlier flirting and his apparent reluctance, but as she held her hand out there was something genuine in her face at her offer to just sleep out of the wind next to someone warm.
Aside from the infrequent soft grumbles, Drache and Raffey were both quiet as the crimson dragonkin tapped and poked the stones with the javelin, her claws pricking against the wooden length. Her ear-frill gave a flick at Raffey's voice speaking in his own language. She couldn't understand it of course, and glanced his way as she lifted up the javelin out of his way.
She never saw the trick step. Following silently behind the shorter not-human, it was only by sheer luck that she was close enough to be grabbed and hauled bodily down to the ground. Her wings unfurled automatically, flying up behind her like a pair of collapsed parasols as she went tumbling down with a hissing, spitting snarl and a final "Oof!"
Drache's breath was hot on Raffey's face, the hybrid stunned for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder as she pushed herself up. "Why the fu-....oh, xsio!" Upon noticing the lethal spears that had nearly impaled them both, Drache turned back to Raffey with a note of appreciation on her scaly visage. He'd saved her life. Huh. Luckily she wasn't one of those idiots who believed in life debts or any such nonsense. As she scrambled to her feet, twisting like a cat, Drache was amazed that she had gotten away unscathed, being closer to the spines than Raffey.
Or, nearly unscathed. There was a hole in her wing membranes; harmless, but annoying. Hearing Raffey's grunt she looked down. "That looks bad." Her face scrunched worriedly but she didn't try to help, knowing that when it came to healing things she was likely to just make things worse. The scent of blood filled her nostrils. "Can you walk?" At first it seemed a stupid thing to ask, but then, the bleeding was already slowing. Either Raffey or his people must have been made out of sterner stuff.
While the air was filled with the sound of tearing fabric and a man hastily bandaging his injured leg, Drache kept watch on the portal, but only after tearing her eyes away from the spear trap. She wondered what it would feel like to be the one person left alive after unwittingly slaughtering those behind you. And she wondered at the reason for the trap. Unless it was meant to stop something going the other way...
She shook her horns. Not knowing what was behind the portal made it hard to guess anything else about this place. "Yes. I'm fine, nothing serious." She waggled her wings as if to prove it and then stood awkwardly by as he helped himself up. "You know if you wanted me on top all you had to do was ask..."
The firebreather was unable to help the joke, but it sounded strained and she was still looking around, her attention snapping back as the monster-hunter told her to leave him behind. "Rhyvobit!" She snapped, the draconic word for bullshit, offended, looking him dead in the eyes. "I believe that about as much as you'd believe me if I said I was going for help."
She moved close, slipping her arm around Raffey's back so that he could lean on her, which would work well given that she was a bit taller. Her wing swept protectively around him too as she helped him away from the spines and towards the edge of the arena.
She never saw the trick step. Following silently behind the shorter not-human, it was only by sheer luck that she was close enough to be grabbed and hauled bodily down to the ground. Her wings unfurled automatically, flying up behind her like a pair of collapsed parasols as she went tumbling down with a hissing, spitting snarl and a final "Oof!"
Drache's breath was hot on Raffey's face, the hybrid stunned for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder as she pushed herself up. "Why the fu-....oh, xsio!" Upon noticing the lethal spears that had nearly impaled them both, Drache turned back to Raffey with a note of appreciation on her scaly visage. He'd saved her life. Huh. Luckily she wasn't one of those idiots who believed in life debts or any such nonsense. As she scrambled to her feet, twisting like a cat, Drache was amazed that she had gotten away unscathed, being closer to the spines than Raffey.
Or, nearly unscathed. There was a hole in her wing membranes; harmless, but annoying. Hearing Raffey's grunt she looked down. "That looks bad." Her face scrunched worriedly but she didn't try to help, knowing that when it came to healing things she was likely to just make things worse. The scent of blood filled her nostrils. "Can you walk?" At first it seemed a stupid thing to ask, but then, the bleeding was already slowing. Either Raffey or his people must have been made out of sterner stuff.
While the air was filled with the sound of tearing fabric and a man hastily bandaging his injured leg, Drache kept watch on the portal, but only after tearing her eyes away from the spear trap. She wondered what it would feel like to be the one person left alive after unwittingly slaughtering those behind you. And she wondered at the reason for the trap. Unless it was meant to stop something going the other way...
She shook her horns. Not knowing what was behind the portal made it hard to guess anything else about this place. "Yes. I'm fine, nothing serious." She waggled her wings as if to prove it and then stood awkwardly by as he helped himself up. "You know if you wanted me on top all you had to do was ask..."
The firebreather was unable to help the joke, but it sounded strained and she was still looking around, her attention snapping back as the monster-hunter told her to leave him behind. "Rhyvobit!" She snapped, the draconic word for bullshit, offended, looking him dead in the eyes. "I believe that about as much as you'd believe me if I said I was going for help."
She moved close, slipping her arm around Raffey's back so that he could lean on her, which would work well given that she was a bit taller. Her wing swept protectively around him too as she helped him away from the spines and towards the edge of the arena.
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