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[color=9e0b0f][/color]Sulleykaar (A.N should have specified that before.)

Samantha smirked at the idea and winked. "Maybe we could some boys in on the action." She chuckled. When she gave her sarcastic remark about Sulley, she laughed. Guess you two don't get along very well. Relationship problems maybe?" Ghost looked up to Kiara before pushing into her further. Her head perked up as she looked over to see a young, hot guy walking towards them barefoot. She got slightly red before raising her eyebrows and stepped in front of her. "Your with him too?" She leaned into her ear. "He's really hot." She whispered before turning her attention towards him. Hey Morgie~" She said slightly seductively. She gave him a wink before kneeling down to comfort Ghost. It didn't take long before she smelled smoke and looked at the other two. You guys smell that?" Behind her the ground shook as a plume of moke made its appearance on either side of her. Sam's eyes went wide and her mouth opened to a silent scream as before her was the mouth of the dragon. It wasn't open or nothing but it would scar anyone who wasn't truly expecting it. Natural instinct took effect and she lept back towards Kiara and held her close, her breasts pressing up against hers. "My that is a sight to behold. Two beautiful women in the arms of each other. Even if nothing is planned it is still erotic none the less." His body morphed back t that of his humanoid form as he walked towards the pair, his crimson red hair blowing gently in the breeze. Samantha's mouth was slightly ajar as she leaned in towards Kiara to whisper something to her. "You have problems with him?" She asked in bewilderment. God he was hot. His eyes like a clash of gold and ruby with thin oval onyx looking back. He had a slight thin jawline but it complemented his wide mouth. He smiled with pearly white fangs. He wore a simple red and gold polo with black dress pants and what looked like black dress shoes. His shirt clung close to his well toned body. Samantha couldn't help but grin at him. She held a smile as and looked at him while she whispered in her ear. "I say we tag team him first and then get the other cutie afterwards." Sulley's smile disappeared as his eyes darted over to Morgan. "Good to see you Morgan..." He said flatly but without any hostility in his voice. "How have you been?" A twitch of a smile.

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Of Scales and Stone (Mid-Causal/Low Advanced)

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Kiara abruptly changed direction as she walked beside Sulleykaar. She was not heading back out the way that they had come in, which would probably anger him, but she had her reasons. She held her long skirts up with tiny fists as her bare feet padded along the stoney hallway headed toward the west wing of the castle. Kiara wasn’t herself, no bubbliness or snarky comments, just silence as she went her own way.

The revelation of his true intentions and they way he had to do so was unforgivable, even by his standards. It would just added to the laundry least of guilt-ridden actions he had made over his long life. He would hold the weight of this until he departed into the nothingness that was every dragon’s fate but at that moment it had to be done, for the better of the realm. He sighed until his attention was drawn to the change of sound next to him. His sight shot over to the new direction that Kiara had taken and he stopped. “Kiara I said to follow me...Where are you going?” he asked with a stern voice.

”To my chambers.” she said flatly without even turning.

“To what? Grieve over the death of a false rolemodel? Kiara, she was nothing more than a pawn in the grand scheme of things for the Children of Tiamat. Crying will do nothing for you. he said harshly. There seemed to be no sympathy on his end but that was far from the truth. It did hurt him that he killed what seemed to be her only role model but what he said held true. He slowly made his way over to her. “ If you want to do anything, use those emotions in training to prepare yourself for what might be the fate of your realm and protect those left that you still do care for.” He said softly.

Kiara had stopped abruptly as soon as he mentioned Hyumae. She dropped the hem of her dress back down and her fingers twitched angrily at her sides while she listened. The faerie practised calming breaths like she was taught at Rosa Claire, to keep her emotions in check and the surrounding building intact. She turned on her heel to face him, looking cold, but not particularly fierce. ”I just wanted to change out of my gown before training, ass hole. Do I look ready to fight right now?” she gestured to the sweeping train of her skirts. It was a cumbersome garment, worn to please the eye but useless in pretty much every other way. The faerie spun back around and marched the next few yards to her suite, swinging the door open with a loud clang. How dare he. How dare he speak to her like that about Hyumae. She was so frustrated that angry-sad tears welled up in her eyes. But she wouldn’t cry, she couldn’t cry now and give him the pleasure in being right.

“Kyla...Go prepare for the ambush…” He commanded her. With a simple nod she went off to meet with the others from the Order. Sulleykaar looked down the hall before he sighed. This was going to be tough was his only thought. He decided to move towards her room and wait just outside the doors as he thought about what was to come. There was more to the vision he had but he would only give them pertinent details. Everything else would come in time. The only thing that wasn’t certain was whether or not they would succeed. He contemplated something before he came to a concrete decision. He walked into the room. At the center of the sitting area stood a massive tree with gnarly roots that reached to the far corners of the space. Ethereal lights hung suspended at different lengths from the tree’s branches, lighting up the walls enough to reveal a fine collection of paintings. Some were beautiful and bright, others were dark and terrifying, but they all had a similar style. Water trickled down from the back corner of the room and followed the left side wall in a stream that lead to the pool in the center of the castle. The decor itself was quite lavish, especially the pillowy red couch with gold trimmings beside Sulleykaar.

He slowly took it all in. It was what he had expected of the faerie royal family. Luxurious and yet natural. However, it was the paintings that he was drawn to, more importantly, the one that looked like it was a portrait of the one he killed. He shook his head lightly before he sighed. With a glowing had he tapped the painting. It glowing dimly with greenish hue before the light diminished. The dragon shifted over a bit to the next painting and took it in before tapping it again, the light disappearing from it. After a few more he moved over towards the couch and sat down.

Kiara silently went to her bedroom and stripped off the elaborate costume. She felt like a different person from the one who put it on this morning. Once prized cattle, and now seemingly a slave. She sat naked on her bed and rubbed her face. First her mother, now Hyumae, and her father… she had little left in the Court to ‘care about’ let alone risk her life fighting for. The stupid dragon knew nothing. She would learn this “old scale” and she would master it, and then student would turn on master. Fuck his prophecy, she was the author of her fate, not him. With that, she dressed in a loose tank top, shorts, and tights. The garments were usually worn under faerie armor, but the dragon knew that she had no real use for that, she just wanted something easier to move around in. She braided her scarlet locks into one solid braid and tied it with leather cords.

“Let’s go.” Kiara said coldly once walking out of her room and seeing Sulley sitting down.

“Did you pack sleeping gear?” He said with an eyebrow raise as he looked at her.

”Why? Am I not allowed to sleep in my own bed?” she asked in rapid response. Where then would she be sleeping? Gods no, he better not be trying to imply...

“We won’t be coming back for a while. So I suggest you take the essentials and get yourself ready to go.” The dragon said as he stood up and looked at her with a soft smile.

Kiara’s lip twitched angrily ”Why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?” that sounded a bit more like the regular Kiara, if only for a moment.

“Sorta…” He walked over to the door and turned his head to face her. “You just remind me of...well...me. I’ll wait for you out here. I trust that you know what to grab.” He gave her a small nod and stepped out, the end of his crimson hair last to leave the doorway.

The faerie growled under her breath and spun back into her room. She stuffed cloth bag full of thing skirts and dresses, some furs in the rare instance that she might get cold, a bunch of pigments and paints, and, of course, make up. Truly a princess, through and through. Kiara tied the bag shut and hoisted it over her shoulder as if it were nothing. The bulging sack made her look comically small as she shoved her way past Sulleykaar in the hallway, heading for the nearest exit.

Eagle’s Reach

It took about a day for the pair to reach Riverrun. A trail ran along side of a crystal clear river complemented by flowers of all kinds and trees of all colors. On either end rose a mountainscape that seemed to never end. The smell of fresh flowers and the soothing sound of the water against the rocks filled their senses.The creatures of the area watched them closely but never took them away from their environment. It was peaceful and for Sulleykaar, held an immense amount of nostalgia. This was his home, his place of birth. The air felt peaceful and seemed to have a life of it’s own. The place, by nature, was saturated magically with a natural energy.

Kiara was perched up on a tree, sleeping on the branch. The morning sun wasn’t waking her as it should, and she slept like a rock after the previous day’s travel. Thankfully for the tree, she wasn’t quite so heavy when she was sleeping. Long, messy locks of red hair hung from the branch and danced in the gentle breeze.

”Kiara! We aren’t there yet. Let’s keep a move on!” The loud, unwelcomed voice warranted a couple of grumpy grunts before Kiara rolled carefully on the branch to face the opposite direction from Sulleykaar. The dragon bit his tongue before clicking it.

”Come down now by yourself or else…” He gave her her final ultimatum. The sleepy faerie curled her wings in close around her defiantly. The next thing that she would feel would be the tree shaking violently with a blast of wind to match in the form of a whitish cone. Kiara fell from the branch rather gracelessly, landing on her hands and knees with a small squeak. She glared up through blinky, sleep-crusted eyes at the now laughing dragon who smiled playfully at her. Kiki rubb her eyes and then stood up.

”You are the worst creature in all the realms.” she mumbled before slinging the heavy pack over her shoulders and yawning. ”Okay, I’m ready.” she said, though she didn’t really feel it.

”We’re almost at the halfway point. Let’s go.” He smiled as he lead her up a trail. The trail held a steady inclined to what could possibly been the mountain they had been walking next to but it wasn’t certain yet. Soon enough they hit a clearing and Sulley stopped abruptly as long breeze lifted his hair up behind him. ”Over there-” he pointed out towards the [url=cdn.desktopwallpapers4.me/wallpapers/f.. in the distance. ”This is Eagle’s Peak.” he said with a bit of nostalgia in his voice.

Kiara looked out at the vast expanse of trees. There were even islands of stone and lang that floated in the sky. That was what really impressed Kiara, stone that floats, she envied it. [color]”This is where you are from?”[/color] she asked, though she already knew the answer.

”Was…” He said somberly as he looked towards the mountain in the distance. A twitch at his mouth. He looked to Kiara with smile. ”I think we have walked enough.” He turned to his right lept forward as he morphed into his dragon form.

Only because Sulleykaar wouldn’t see it, Kiara smiled wide. Was he going to let her fly again?

”Don’t do anything brash this time Vo Hahdrim because I will not catch you this time.” He said in a lie to himself.

”Good… I wouldn’t need you to.” was all she promised before hiking herself and her pack up onto his back. It would be tough to tell which weighed more at this point.

He brought a large claw up to her side and tapped her gently as a greenish hue engulfed her from the waist down. He leaned his massive head over the side to see the height and nodded to himself. ”This will do nicely.” He looked over at her with his big slitted eye that held...something mischievous in it as he opened his wings at its fullest length.

”Hey!” she called out as she felt a warm tingling sensation from the waist down. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, but also wasn’t permitted by her. ”This is my body, thank you very much!” The dragon unfurled his wings, clearly paying no mind to her complaints.

He leaned backwards and with a strong and might lunge, lept off the mighty mountain at an incredibly steep angle, coming close to terminal velocity. Kiara’s heart lurched at the sudden gust of wind as the dragon jumped. The speed and thrill made her squeal like a kid on a rollercoaster, causing the dragon to look back with a toothy grin. Just before the ground met them he leaned back and his underbelly just touching the tip of the treeline as he sail over the river tilting to from side to side to until he balanced himself out. His massive wings flapped rhythmically as he flew between the floating mountains, coming in close to them for Kiara to see. The faerie gazed around in wonderment. This place was just as magical and lovely as her own home. Colorful, foreign birds zipped by, much smaller and faster than the red dragon. In the distance, she could see other avian creatures, maybe they were other dragons? They were too far away to be sure. Kiara relaxed and leaned forward into the wind, letting her hair fly free behind her and closing her eyes, forgetting briefly the sadness and anger she had felt the past two days.

It didn’t take too long for them to arrive at the mountain’s cliff. It’s mass was enough for Sulley to move around comfortably and for him to teach Kiara. Carved out of the mountain was a rather large den, large even for a dragon. He descended onto the cliff lightly as he released the greenish hue attached to Kiara. He changed back slowly, getting small enough for Kiara to get off without falling. ”We’re here…” He sighed as he made his way to the den. ”Go into the den and make yourself comfortable….Well at least as comfortable as you can. I will call you out here at sunset. I have something to do first.” He insisted.

Kiara looked to the den and then back to Sulleykaar. This was the most freedom she’d been given since their journey began, so she was naturally suspicious. ”Okay…” she said quietly. She had just had far too much fun to keep up being angry, instead she just pulled her pack along and headed for the den. Once inside, she started unpacking her things. She laid out the clothes in a nice, flat pile and then arranged her paints in neat rows beside her make-up. The faerie sat cross-legged and used the small hand mirror to apply shadow to her eyes. She could just use glamour to change her appearance, but she like the art of physically applying it. And while she might be spending the majority of this trip fighting, that didn’t mean she couldn’t look good doing it.

Sulleykaar still hadn’t returned, so Kiki poked around a bit. The land offered some fruits and small berries to eat. She was hungry, but such food wasn’t what she required for sustenance. When was the last time she fed? She couldn’t remember… that wasn’t good. Ignoring the hunger pains, Kiara went back into the den to find something distracting to do. She opened a few pots of paint and dry pigments to mix in to alter the hues before application. Kiara had no canvas, but the stony wall would do just fine. Closing her eyes, she remembered the view from up above on the dragon’s back and attempted to recreate it in vibrants shades of blue and green.

Sunset

It had taken all day but he felt he did right. He sighed as he looked on at it, guilt slowly filled him as he made his way back to the den to fetch Kiara. ”Kiara...I have something I want you to see. It took me all day to make it look right so I do hope you appreciate it.” He said with some sadness in his voice. Kiara jumped in surprise. Her fingers were covered in paint, but she nodded. Sulley turned and lead her back out to the cliff side.

The night was beautiful. A light breeze despite where they were but below in the valley the earth seemed to slowly begin to illuminate with a natural light and before the two. Decorated with two pictures from her room on makeshift stands, a pyre sat, on stone and sticks in an elegant and simple manner. Carved out around it, the symbol of the Unseelie court and in Fae’len, “To Hyumae, beloved mother and teacher. May she be welcomed back to the earth with open arms.” He stood there stoically and in a tense posture, awaiting her response.

For a while, Kiara just stood there silently. She recognized the paintings immediately, were they real? Did he take them from her room and she didn’t notice? The face that stared back at her hurt to look at for too long, so she moved her eyes to the pyre and inscription carved out. That was what really did it. She wrapped her paint-covered hands over her arms as one would hug oneself and her lower lip quivered. He glance over at her. Should he? Should he not? He made that split decision and moved in next to her, wrapping a single arm around her shoulder and gently rubbed his thumb over her shoulder. He wanted to say something but instead stayed silent for the moment. The moment of kindness, of physical touch, it was too much and her quivering lip turned into a full on sob. She turned and buried her face into the dragon’s chest, half embarrassed at her outburst.

He simply held her, rubbing her back in consolation. Each tear drop only reminding him of the pain he caused her and it ripped into him. They stayed like that for some time as night came. The valley now a glowing sea of life. He gently let her go for a moment as he went over to the pyre. At this point, Kiara had reined herself in a bit more. In the silence, she had reached a moment of clarity, that maybe, just maybe, she was angry with the wrong people. She watched Sulleykaar through a new set of eyes as he walked up to the pyre.

”Neh viir yol.” He spit a small flame from his mouth and caught it as it slowly changed from an intense orange to a soft purple. He waited a moment before gently kneeling down and placing the fire in the carved out trench, slowly wrapping its way in a spiral and and branching off in different ways until a flaming purple symbol of the Court remained. The pyre now burning softly in the night. Sulley left his head down for a moment before rising, a light breeze picking up his hair. ”Kiara… The Unseelie are taught at a young age that ‘Honor is a lie’ and so far all I have proved was that it is true...and for that I am truly sorry. I don’t expect forgiveness but..” He said with his head down. Kiara walked up to him and stood up on her tip toes, even having to use her wings briefly to quickly kiss his cheek.

”Thank you.” she said quietly and brought her eyes to the flames. Her breathing was steady and the tears had stopped. A warrior knows when to accept loss. She held her hand out, spreading her fingers far apart and the earth on the sides of the pyre trembled. When she closed her fist, bits of dirt caved in, burying the flames. ”Chȗ aan doumhain.” to the earth, she said in Fae’len.

His eyes followed hers over to the fire and they softened as he watched her bring the ceremony to its final close. He took in a trembling breath as he turned to face her, a fierce yet determined glint in his eyes. ”From here on out... I will teach you everything I know...Every spell, every enchantment and every Old Scale magic I have at my disposal..I will show you the truth.” He walked over to her and knelt down, his head low.

Kiara nodded “No more lies.” she met eyes with him again.

”“No more lies”He repeated as he looked up at her. It felt strange to look down at him, she hardly ever looked down to anyone, small as she was. She looked away from him awkwardly, looking like she had something to say but was struggling to spit the words out. He scanned her eyes and looked at her slightly confused. He looked away briefly before raising to his feet. The words never came, they could wait. Kiara breathed in and then exhaled loudly.

”So…. When do we start?” she asked.

”Tomorrow...It will be a long day so make sure to get plenty of rest.” He begun to walk away until she spoke up.

That reminded her, it wasn’t rest she needed at the moment. ”Uhm…. Do you know how my people eat?” she asked and chewed her lower lip. He looked at her for a moment and nodded slightly.

”Yes I do…” He said a matter-of-factly.

”Well, it’s kind of been a while and I don’t really see anyone else around, so…” He remained silent and sighed.

”Kiara. We have work to do tomorrow.” He said hesitantly but held firm as he pivoted on the balls of his feet and made his way towards the den. Kiara opened her mouth to protest and then pressed her lips together in a frown. So she was to be starved, then. Pouting, she went to wash the paint off of her arms and hands before retiring to the den for the night.

’I hope she really is the one.’. He thought as he glanced over at her before he disappeared into the darkness of the den.

Once back in the dark little cavern, Kiara pulled some of the furs out of her bag and made a makeshift bed on the opposite side from Sulley. It was nothing like her palatial bed back home, but she was no stranger to sleeping on the ground, she quite liked it, actually. Kiara closed her eyes and breathed evenly, willing sleep to come, but it didn’t. For a while she just stared at the stone wall, the painting she had made, and let her thoughts consume her.

”Sulleykaar? she asked quietly, her voice small and child-like. She was tracing circles into the stone with her fingernail.

”Hm?” He replied at the mouth of the darkest part of the den.

”Do… do you have a mother?” It might sound like a silly question, sure, everyone has a mother at one point or another… but she really knew nothing about him. How old was he? He looked over at her with...an expression that said a lot.

”Had…” He said flatly though slightly tense on the answer.

Kiara nodded against the stone floor, even if he couldn’t see it. ”Me too, I never met her though. I came into this world by taking her life…” SHe winced. It was common for the Unseelie, the death that ran through Moriganne and her her people was a blessing and a curse, it made it difficult to create life.

”...Go to sleep.”

Kiki frowned, ”I was just trying to say that I understand why you did what you did. About Hyumae. I want you to know that I realize she was a spy, but she was also like a mother to me. The person you brought back is a stranger to me, even if she is real. I just want you to understand me, too. But, I’m not as angry with you now...” it was about as close to an apology as he would get from her. Though, he might not really know what she was apologizing for.

He looked down to the ground, a hint of sadness filled the air.”Two mothers I have taken from this world now… He mumbled to himself before looking over at her. ” You took the life of your mother at an age you cannot remember… You were fortunate..”

”I guess…” she whispered, thinking then of her father. He blamed her for it, she had to live with that… the way he would look at her and see his loss before his love for her.

He sighed and walked over to her and crouched down and looked into her eyes. ”What you did you were at no fault but me on the other hand…” Kiara turned to face him better. He stood up while he kept eye contact. ”I have to lie the rest of my days knowing that i was responsible for untimely death and I didn’t know it was her until it was too late…”

Kiara pursed her lips sadly, she didn’t have words for situations like this. She wouldn’t say she was sorry, it wasn’t her fault, but she still felt bad…. Which was a unique feeling for her. ”We should sleep… long day tomorrow, or so I hear.” there was a half-hearted smirk to polish off the sentence.

The dragon felt a twitch but nothing surface. He simply nodded and turned to the darkness of the den, his body once again morphing to his true form as the rumble of each step fading into the dark abyss of the den.

Of Scales and Stone (Mid-Causal/Low Advanced)

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Blood Pits

One Hour Earlier

Cynbel was pulled away from the fun due to Sulleykaar, much to the both’s dismay. “It’s a shame that Shulleykaar hash bad timing. I wash really enjoying hish - company.” Felix hiccuped.

”Enjoying his company?” Garax scoffed. ”He failed to accept my challenge. Felix shook his head, wiping his mouth of the drink he took a swig from.

”He had something important to take care of plus it must be important if- oof!” Garax had lost his concentration with the human general and slapped Felix’s chest and pointed to the woman down from them. She was beautiful. Her braids swayed back and forth thanks to some of her reactions while watching the pit. Her smile was a stunner and her body was killer. The black mask-like streak that ran across her eyes added this fierceness that many warriors would love. Felix and Garax just stared at her for a long moment before Felix took the initiative and stood up with the intention of meeting her. Garax grabbed him by the shoulder and forcefully sat him down. ”She’s mine… Felix looked at him with this incredulous look.

”Your’sh? Shaysh who!?”

”Says me… He barked back. Soon enough the both of them began this race to see who would talk to her first. Pushing and shoving people out of the way as well as pulling each other back in the hopes that one of them would be there first. Just before they got to her, Felix jumped up to the bleacher above and lept of of the stone column next to it, a shield from his writ guard jolted out of its storage compartment and opened it a large tower shield that, with a loud “dong”, hit the Orc in the side of the head, putting him over the ledge. With an audible “thunk” the shield disappeared and Felix approached her with a warm smile only to turn into sheer shock and horror as he felt the large greenish hand grasp his spaulder and yanked him over the edge. With natural instinct, Felix grabbed onto Garax’ neck and placed his legs on the short ledge.

Neala didn’t notice the scuffle. Fighting in the training grounds was pretty commonplace. Occasionally, she would cheer on the opponents in the pits, like today. In fact, she was feeling quite like a good tussle herself. There were rumors going around that Cynbel and the new dragon commander were picking soldiers for a troupe to ambush the Seelie tonight, and Neala wanted to be ready if her name was on that list. The fae barbarian ran a stone along the blade of her axe, sharpening it to a lethal edge as she sat in the bleachers beside the fighting rink, occasionally hooting and hollering about the contenders.

”If I go down there you're coming wi-AHHH - OOF!” The Orc Warlord wasn’t going to give him the time or day to finish that stupid cliche. He simply released his grip on the ledge and leaned back, using the young human commander as a shock absorber. Of course, this didn’t go without Garax getting some kind of punishment from his stupidity. When they hit, the eagle sculpted spauled smacked against the Orc’s shoulder, dislocating it and a strong headache from the back of his head smacking into the heavy dragon scale chestplate that was Felix’s armor. They rolled away from each other as they took a moment for their pain to subside. Garax was the first to stand and he took in his surroundings with a large vicious grin. He was in the pit. He raised his hands and laughed as he encouraged the crowd to cheer him on. The orc looked towards Felix as he stood and shook his head before reaching for Craimor and Hagin, his favorite battle axes.

Felix had finally made it to his feet and looked around. A classic “oh shit” face appeared on Felix as he looked at Garax who was now drawing out his axes. ”Now we will see who she is meant for. An Orc warlord or a Human Commander... he chuckled as he cracked his neck side to side. Felix looked dubious before sighing with a small smirk, gripping the handle of a rather interesting blade. Within its sheath it seeped out an eerie black ectoplasm trail and when he drew it, a plume of the phantom mist escaped its sheath before slowly trailing off into the surrounding air. The tip of blade still releasing the abyssal colored smoke.

The sandy blonde faerie raised her head when roaring cheers burst from the crowd. There were two new fights in the pit. Neala set down the sharpening stone and walked to the edge of the pits for a closer look, axe in hand.

Present

Clang! Clang! Thwack! Clang! Thwack! ”RAAAAAAAAGH!” The orc had gone on the offensive after getting pummeled by that damn jack-in-the-box called a shield. Whenever he went for the knockout blow, Felix would simply raise his arm and then. “Clang” Nothing but shield shortly followed back a strike from the broad side of the blade or a fist to the face. It was a shame that the Faerie general wasn’t here, he probably would enjoy watching the human show off some of his skills. Unfortunately however, the tide of the battle had started shifting into the Orcs favor. Powerful blow after blow started to weigh down the human commander. One could only handle so many hits from an orc before feeling fatigued and the Orc’s laughter wasn’t helping. ”WHAT DID I TELL YOU! HAHAHAHA! SHE”S MINE!”

Neala found herself enraptured by the battle of foreigners. While the fortitude of the human was impressive, far superior to any human she’d encountered thus far, she found herself rooting for the orc. She gave the hand signal that she wished to challenge the victor of this fight and the crowd began to cheer even louder.

Close to two hours of straight fighting and finally Felix went down but not before that ”Iron Will of his gave him that second and third wind. But finally, with a heavy left hook, he sent the human down to the ground. The orc turned to face his fans, his axes held high as they erupted into cheers of applause and adoration but only grew orc intense when the woman they originally fought over wanted the next fight...against him.

The faerie pole-vaulted down into the ring, landing with a solid thud and bracing herself by bending her knees before standing upright. She deftly spun the double-sided axe around as if it was feather-weight. “Need to rest up first, kitten?” Garax sneered.

”Hardly...I’m not known as the Beserker of Bloodrun for no reason.”

”Good. It’s been a long time since I put an Orc on his ass, but I’m nowhere near rusty.” The barbarian threw her well-defined bicep into the air, hoisting her axe high above her head and garnering appreciative shouts from the audience. Garax...he liked her...Strong willed, courageous, and seemed to know her way around an axe. Sure, he was a warlord and could have anyone he wanted but he did have some standards, which she met.

”So there sweety, wanna make a bet?” He asked with a straight face at first but he couldn’t holding the smile creeping up the sides of his mouth.

The warrior woman smirked in response. A gambit and a fight, just her kind of night. ’If I win, I get your axes. They’d make a fine edition to my collection. And then, you will treat me to as much ale as I desire this night.” Judging from her towering height and thick muscles, suffice it to say she looked like she could drink most men under a table. Neala gave him the chance to make his own claim.

He looked at her with disgust only briefly at the mention of Craimor and Hagin being taken from him should he lose before he smiled at her again. ”And if I win. I get your axe but also, I get you for the night. How does that sound, toots?” He gave her a massive and fairly perverted grin. He twirled his axes in hand as he rotated his shoulders a few times.

Her enchanted leather chest plate shook as she let out a low, throaty laugh.

”What’s so funny?” He frowned.

”You got a deal, big man.” she said before her smile turned feral. She crouched low with a round shield in her non-dominant hand and her great-axe, Tara, in the other. She clanged the axe to the shield in a taunt, much like a human viking would. Garax watched as she crouched down. Oh her thighs. He grinned at the thought of what was between them until he heard the clanging of her shield. The orc clanged his own axes together and with a single hop, he lunged forward, his left arm swinging low across his body. His other he reeled back off the side of his head and once the first would land, his second would be there waiting.

Neala pivoted in time to catch the first axe blow in her shield, opening the Orc up to a cheap shot in the stomach. She jabbed the blunt end of her axe-head into the meat of his torso with enough force to skid him back a foot or two. Garax had felt the butt end of the handle strike his midsection, gaining a slight grunt from him. However that didn’t stop him from bringing down his counter axe downward aimed for her collarbone. The faerie barbarian raised her forearm up to block the handle of his axes with the added strength of her bracer. The might the Orc put behind the swing cause pain to shoot up all the way to her shoulder blade, but at least she still had her head.

”Won’t be much left to fuck if you chop me to pieces.” she suggested slyly, distracting him enough to wind back and slam her head into his. The headbutt made an audible crack and would leave both parties a little dazed, but Neala managed to raised up her shield and get back in a defensive position. There really wasn’t much at stake in this fight - even if she lost, she’d be winning, but pride kept her in it. That statement definitely earned his distraction and the repercussions for said distraction as her head met his at full speed. He stepped back with a growl before he came at her with a barrage of double axes. One after the other they rained cold steel down upon her and her shield and it wasn’t long before he went for a bold move, and one that most likely would cost him the match. He moved in closer than before and with the inner curved and blunt side of the blade he yanked her forward, dropped his blades when and if she lost balance, and came in low, grabbing her by her torso and lifted her up before quickly descending to the ground. The scoop tackle wasn’t guaranteed to work in his favor but he wasn’t truly going for a finishing move but rather to cop a feel.

”Oof!” Neala grunted as the Orc knocked the air out of her. The grapple had knocked Tara out of reach, but Neala still had some other weapons on hand, if she could just get a hold of one. Somehow his barrage of axe swings had not managed to draw blood, so she was still in this. His testosterone-fueled desires were a weakness that Neala took full advantage of. The thick woman was surprisingly nimble as she wrestled and arm free from his tackle. When Garax felt her arm free, his eyes went wide. Swiftly, she retrieved the dagger stashed in the skull-shaped armor piece between her shoulderblades and brought her arm forward the graze the line of his jaw. It wasn’t meant to be fatal, just a slice deep enough to draw blood and look like a bad shaving mishap.

”Looks like I win, toots.” she said, mocking the tone he’d used with her.He laid there, blade at his neck and “tsked”. Neala brought the dagger to her lips and licked the blood off the smooth edge of the blade. Garax then placed his hands on her hips and slowly caressed her body.

” Guess so...But I still got something out of this, heheheh” He said with confidence. Neala sat up and headbutted him again before bring a knee up into his groin. His natural male reaction was to grab ahold of his jewels and hold them, fetal position.

”Ah-Ah--- We made a deal. You owe me a few drinks… then maybe I’ll consider fucking you. That is, if you’re still able.”

”FINE FINE! ALL THE ALE...I’M STILL ABLE DAMMIT! AND YOU BEST TAKE CARE OF THOSE THINGS!” He barked, kinda turned on by the whole battle.

The dirty blonde faerie winked before standing up to dust herself off. She picked up her two new weapons and admired them. How lovely…

Cynbel returned to the training grounds amidst a cacophony of cheering shouts. The Pits were seeing some of the heaviest flow of currency they had in awhile. Ale and gold was flowing as the bets came in. In the center of the ring, Neala and the Orc Warlord battled it out and cheers and boos came and went as blows were shared among the combatants. The commander caught sight of a rather defeated-looking human and went to stand beside him.

”I see the Orc has taken my advice and found someone willing to entertain both desires…” Cynbel held his hands carefully in front of himself, surprisingly calm given the situation he just walked away from back at Court. It was quite possible that this human might have been in on the lies and deception. Some threats and warnings needed to be made, but he didn’t have to start with such harsh conversation. Felix looked over to see the faerie general had returned from the meeting. He quickly raised his arm and lowered it again, holding on tightly to it, probably fractured or dislocated something.

“Ah, sorry I was in the pit. I would shake your hand for your return, but I think I broke it over the Orc’s skull.” He chuckled at his own joke and a painful look came and quickly left. He looked back down into the pit and sighed and pointed to the woman. ”We were fighting over her. Well, more so me in my drunken stupor. Now that I have sobered up a bit, she really isn’t too much of my type. Captain Kyla is more along my type. Black hair, thin face, athletic yet curvy body, as well as courageous, honest and loyal. She is also a very good teacher, I might add. He glanced at him with a smile. ”That’s the kind of woman I like and could settle down with.”

Cynbel’s face seemed to darken. “Do yourself a favor, don’t settle down.” his words spoke of the pain that only a terrible loss could bring. Felix gave him a questioning look. He looked to the ring were one of his most decorated soldiers and newest allies duked it out in a brutal game of foreplay. Cynbel sighed, but remained calm, unlike his wayward daughter in situations like this.

“Tell me…” Cynbel switched the subject. “Did you know of the dragon’s plans?” Felix subconsciously nodded.

”Yes, that’s why we’re here. We’re supposed to aid you in this war against the Seelie. Why? Has that changed?” The human commander’s attention was now temporarily away from the fight but to Cynbel instead. A confused look on his face.

The human was easy to read. Honestly, Cynbel couldn’t have walked in at a better moment… Garax being distracted and all. If Felix was lying, Cynbel would know in the same way that all Unseelie faeries would know, by tasting his emotions. Felix wasn’t nervous though, just honestly confused. ”It has not changed, but new things have been brought to light. That ’meeting’ he called me to was nothing but an assassination with an audience.”

”WHAT!” He yelled, however, Garax could not hear him over the shouting and yelling from the crowd.

Now Felix was nervous. He was in a weakened state and if Cynbel wished for it he could easily strike him down and the young commander would not be able to stop him. ”Impossible. There’s no way in hell that he would do such a thing to his new allies! Commander Cynbel there is more to this you’re not telling me.” His voice was raised until he got to his question-statement. Then it was like a father to a son who he caught lying to him.

Cynbel raised a pale white eyebrow. ”Is there? Perhaps you know more than you are letting on. Let me be clear here, human. I will not tolerate anymore lies. If we are to be allies, we are to be equals. I cannot lie, therefore neither should you.”

”AND NEITHER CAN I! Interrupted. ”By the Order, the Kingdom of Kalmar and my knighthood I am bound by oath to always be honest and forthright. I myself have done nothing to you or your Queendom that would be considered a lie so if you feel that I have lied to you-” Felix brought a painful arm above and then behind his hand and slapped the seal of his armor, letting it drop to the ground with a loud thunk. ” Then strike me down where I stand.” Now he stood erect with his chest out, a fierce yet confident gaze staring back at Cynbel. Silence on his side as he awaited an answer or a blade.

Cynbel stared at him and then nodded “Very well. It is good to know that there is at least one honest soul in this bunch.” The fight had ended with Neala being the victor via first blood. The commander smiled pridefully at his soldier. Cynbel brought his attention back to Felix before explaining Sulleykaar’s actions, and his reason behind them. Full disclosure, as promised from here on out. He sat there, bewildered. ”Of all groups he wants to bring down it’s the Children of Tiamat. For longest time I've known Suls he always said he was a part of them...This is alot to take in-”

[color=lightgray]“You are telling this to the man who just watched two of his closest friends die…. Or, so I thought. Kiara will never forgive him, Hyumae was like a mother to her.” Cynbel said sadly. It was uncommon to see the commander show even the slightest amount of emotion, but it had been a long day.

” But according to your story they were assa- your right. Even if they were she grew up knowing her… He stopped his original thought out of respect. He looked at him with a smirk. ”Look what you could use right now is a big ol’ pint of something to knock you on your ass and a few bets on the next couple of fights. What do you say, hm? Ow, dammit!” He said as he patted him on the back only to hurt his hand even more on the stone like skin of the Fey general.

”That sounds like a fine idea. First, I’m going to fetch you a healer. They are few and far between in our court, but we have a couple and this is the best place to find one.” Cynbel stood up and took the path to one of the nearby buildings. Most of them held sleeping quarters and armories, but a few functioned as infirmaries. On the way, Cynbel ran into Neala and her prize… or perhaps it was vice versa? Hard to be sure.

“May I have a word?” Cynbel asked the Orc.

”Tsk...I’m busy… He stated, not recognizing the voice at first. Neala elbowed him hard in the ribs.

”Oof! What!? What is i- Commander Cynbel?” He looked at him confused for a second before grinning and walking over to the Commander. ”Do you accept my challenge from earlier or are you backing out?” A cocky attitude and expression accompanying the question.

“I’m afraid I have some business to discuss. I wouldn’t want you to keep Neala waiting too long, it’d be a shame if she lost interest.” A knowing smiled played at the Commander’s lips.

He looked back to her for a moment before looking at the commander with a frown. ” You have the absolute worst timing I have ever had the misfortune to deal with. Let’s talk quickly, I can already feel myself starting to hurt.” Neala stepped away respectfully while Cynbel hashed out the same story he had told to Felix just moments before, requesting that he and the Orc also promise honesty with one another.

”That dragon paid me to fight the Seelie, not the Wyrms of the Underworld. Shit…” He scratched the back of his head before slamming a fist into the wall. ” I better get paid double for this or I swear if I’m not dead by the end of this shit I’ll use his head as a fucking bowl for my stew.”

Cynbel chuckled smoothly “Be sure to make enough to share.” if anyone wanted the dragon’s head, it was Cynbel.

”Hey, Cynbel...Do me a favor… He said before getting ready to head back to his trophy, or bed buddy, or whatever it was. ”Cut the dragon some slack. He may have lied but that crazy bastard always has a method to his madness. I learned that quickly about him. He’s not all that bad....As long as he pays up!”

Cynbel’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his tone was still light and cordial ”This request coming from the same brute who threatened to fuck the very daughter I am fighting to keep safe.”

Garax eyes widened at the revelation of who that girl’s father was. A blanket of fear came and went though as he simply shrugged. ”I’m an Orc. We orcs aren’t too bright. Smarts stop after we get off the battlefield. He smirked, letting the general know that he meant no harm.

The faerie commander looked to Neala and then to the Orc. ”Enjoy the rest of your evening, I’m sure Neala will make you feel most welcome.” Cynbel bowed politely and received a respectful nod in return. He then made his way to the nearest infirmary and acquired a healer for Felix. It was a young boy, an apprentice, but trained enough to fix a simple broken hand.

When they had returned, they had seen Felix fidgeting with his hand, yelling now and then in an apparent attempt at fixing it himself while he waited for help.

“Felix, you’re going to make it worse!” The father in him couldn’t help but scold. The healer’s apprentice asked to see it. When Felix reluctantly offered his hand, the boy held it between both of his own. The was a glowing light and a warm feeling that washed over the wounded area before the sharp pain of bones resetting.

” GAA-” Felix went to scream in pain before blacking out for a few seconds, only to return to the pain again, this time, gritting his teeth to it. He let out a trembling chuckle that turned into a painful laugh. ”Oh it doesn’t hurt it only- GAH - tickles- TSSS DAMMIT!” He said in what was a mix of sarcasm and pain. Despite the human’s carrying on, the boy bravely healed his wounds. Yes, brave, because he was practically shaking at having to perform in front of the General.

” Young boy, what is your name?” He asked after the painful part started to subside.

“Kieran.” the boy responded.

”Kieran...Very nice name. You did a great job and I thank you for it.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small sack that jingled slightly. ” A job well done is a job well paid...Here.” He handed the young boy a few gold coins for the trouble.

Cynbel smiled warmly. “Indeed, very well done, Kieran. Keep up your studies and some day you may find yourself out on the fields with my men and women. A good healer is more precious than silver or gold.” Kieran’s face lit up at the high praise.

Felix gave the general a mocking frown but nodded in agreement. ” You cannot pay your way out of battle but like the general said. A good healer is more valuable than any form of money. He roughed the kid’s hair up a bit before smiling and leaned back. God the pain was exhausting. Kieran thanked them both and bowed politely before taking leave to return to his previous duties.

”Cynbel…” Felix said dully as he watched the fights below. ”What do you truly think of our odds against the Children of Tiamat? Commander to Commander.” He looked to Cynbel with the infamous thousand-yard stare. ”I don’t doubt our forces’ strengths but the odds are heavily against us.”

Cynbel nodded his head in agreement. ”It is unclear… these plans based on visions… it is all far too risky for my taste - and he hopes to have us ally with the Seelie? That sounds like a plan destined for failure, there is a reason we are always at war. Some differences cannot be settled, even if we were once all the same people.” he said with a hefty amount of honesty. This dragon war, it was naught but a pipe dream.

”What truly frightens me though is the idea of failure… We go to the Seelie who we are currently at war with, ask for basically a truce to take down a dragon tyranny only for The dragons’ spies to catch on and convince the Seelie to keep the war going. Then we’re fighting on two fronts wit-“ He chuckled. ”Sorry...I’m just over thinking things I think… Let’s just get a drink and make some bets…” He gave a mock smile before resting his head against the pillar. ”That damn orc has a nasty right hook by the way. He stayed silent before laughing. The faerie commander concurred and fetched them some more ale and decided who from his horde would accompany Kyla and Sulleykaar’s soldiers on the ambush tonight.

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