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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2018 10:12:49 GMT -5
arighty, that sounds good! i'll get onto a response shortly, then
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2018 10:56:15 GMT -5
When they were parted with, the duo exchanged a glance. Come over here, said Rosario, lifting up his wing. After a glance to the wyvern that seemed to be intent on blocking off the barn entrance, Wren exhaled slowly and walked over. He ensured that the wound was covered with another layer of salve before he settled down against the dragon's side, pressing his bag (egg included) against the belly of him. After a moment, he settled his head down and sighed.
Everything felt too quiet. There was a low rumble in his companion that settled him to a degree, but even now, he was used to constant noise. Though the silence was nice, it felt a lot like the calm before the storm.
What was that from? Rosario eventually asked, adjusting his wing to function as a sort of blanket to cover Wren. In what was an instinctive motion, he curled up further to keep himself under the heat. It was nice, resting against his dragon. The heat was not too much, and despite the solidness of the scales, his skin was smooth and surprisingly soft to lean against. The words you spoke to the human.
"The General? I don't know," he sighed slowly and allowed himself to start dozing. Knowing that his dragon was here and ready to protect him despite his injury was something of a relief. "It was from the army, I don't know who said it."
It sounded familiar, but he didn't push the topic. Instead, Rosario settled his head down and listened patiently to his rider's breathing, his own gaze fixed on the door of the barn. After some time, he heard Wren's breathing even out until he was snoring softly. Shifting his wing so that he was more comfortable, he hesitated for a moment before he allowed himself to fall asleep, content that he wasn't going to be attacked.
When morning came, Wren tensed before he awoke and after a moment, he kicked out lightly. Rosario, startled by the movement, lifted his head a little too quickly and groaned softly with some pain. Ow. What was that for? he asked, but didn't get a response. After a moment's hesitation, he withdrew his wing and folded it neatly at his side, swinging his head around to look at the human. He parted his jaws and tilted his head in some surprise, watching as the young man rummaged through his bag. From here, he glimpsed the iridescence of the egg - but he didn't comment on it, because he knew it was hidden in any other viewpoint. A strange scent caught his nose and he narrowed his eyes, turning his head to look at the barn entrance.
"Got it," the man murmured sleepily, holding up the salve. An amused rumble sounded through the dragon. So worried for me, he said, wincing as the salve was applied to his burn. Already, it was doing far better than it had been doing - it would be fully-healed within a few days, and he expected that he could fly soon.
Wren sat back and ran a hand through his hair, and though he appeared to be sleepy, there was a keen look to his eyes. After a moment, he flicked his gaze over his dragon. A single eyebrow raised as if to ask what his problem was, but Rosario glanced away relatively quickly. The rider rose to his feet and stared blankly for a few moments, before he threw the saddle over Rosario and fastened it loosely. I see, the dragon huffed with some amusement, steam rising from his nostrils. I'm carrying this now, am I?
He shrugged in response but didn't speak, clearly focused on the barn entrance more than his dragon.
( this is not very good i apologise )
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Post by zero on Apr 6, 2018 15:02:40 GMT -5
Zafer woke up with a jolt. He closed his eyes when the bright rays of light managed to sneak through his blinds and into his eyes. He rolled over. Spending more time in bed didn't seem like a bad idea. Moro would be on her hunt until midday and he didn't have work. He needed the sleep after all. Last night was a long mess of events.
He opened his eyes. Right, there were criminals in his barn. He should go and made sure they didn't wander away. Or rather ran away. He suppose it wouldn't be such a large loss. The medicine wasn't that expensive. If they left, it would be less trouble for everyone. Then again, he would never get trained and Moro might eat him this time. With that motivation, he rolled out of bed.
Zafer changed his pants and started putting on a coat. Even if the guy might have killed someone or stolen something, he still needed to eat. It would be a good way to keep the man in a good mood and for Zafer to keep an eye on him. Everyone would be happy. Of course, the minute Zafer thought everything was going fine, the sound of cars driving up the dirt road caught his attention. He peeked outside to see two black cars roll to a stop. He backed away from the window.
For a second, Zafer just stood there. His first instinct was to lock the door. They couldn't ask him anything if they thought he wasn't home. If they thought he wasn't home, then they would think they could look around freely. Moro wasn't here to scare anyone off. The police would discover the duo in the barn and even if Zafer pretended to know nothing, he would still be accused of something. They might blame him internally and those two would be off scot free. He had to try to get rid of the these strangers.
Need back up, he called to Moro as he unlocked the door. He would try to contact the rider's dragon, but they had probably heard the cars by now. The male stepped out with a smile. The people who stepped out of the two vehicles did not look so friendly. He would best describe these guys as casual mobsters. They dressed in button ups and dress paints, but all of them had guns and there was a dangerous feel to them. Zafer did not approach.
"We are looking for a rider and a dragon. They fell near this location." The lead man spoke the second he walked up to Zafer. Something was odd about his voice. The stranger had an accent which was much like the dragon rider's. This was bad news. Zafer's brows furrowed and he cocked his head as he appeared to look confused.
"I thought I heard something." He said. He then looked to his arm. He didn't like playing this card, but it did work. "Is there something wrong?"
"We are going to take a look around." The intruder brushed past Zafer without sparing Zafer another glance. The foreign man and two of his companions made a beeline to the barn. Zafer knew there was no way he was going to stop the three people walking to the barn, so it was time to figure out how he was going to run. He only had one person near him still. This one looked younger than the rest.
"You might need to help them." Zafer suggested when the group came to the barn door. At least one shouted and raised their gun. The young man reached for his gun and moved forward. Guns were drawn and that was Zafer's queue to leave. He took one last look at the young man before spiriting to the forest. Obviously, the male cared more about the rider than him as there were no shots fired in his direction. He ran into the tree line at full speed. When the bullets starting firing, he did not spare a glance back. These two were on their own. He ignored the twinge of guilt.
Don't go to the house. Come to me. Heading towards the lake. He told Moro. It didn't take long before he tumbled to the ground. He rolled a couple of times before landing on his back. First, his heavy breathing was all he could hear. He held his breath, waiting to hear cars, gunshot, dogs, humans, anything. There was nothing but the rustling of plant life. Zafer sighed before standing up. He started to slowly make his way to the lake.
(Nah, it's all good. )
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