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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Aug 17, 2021 15:43:53 GMT -5
(Hi! I'm up for either plot, or both if you would like to try them out. I'm also okay with moving them to another thread of PMs. That's up to you. :) ) ( i'm super glad to hear it! do you have a preference at all? if not, i'd probably find pms easier, but if you'd prefer a different thread then that works with me as well c: )
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Aug 17, 2021 20:29:57 GMT -5
Seth didn't respond, though once Warren was on his way, he muttered, "Could have fooled me," under his breath before turning away and continuing his search.
Only, it turned out he didn't have to search anymore at all. The other Rider had found him.
Seth went still and studied the armed Rider who stood a mere twenty feet away. That was much too close for comfort, especially since Seth hadn't sensed his approach at all. It took only a moment of study to figure out why.
He was facing the Jekyll of the Feral Brothers. Which meant —
— there were two of them here.
Stel, he warned, just as she was hit from above. She went down with a roar — more fury than pain — and crashed into the earth outside of town, just barely missing the houses and buildings there. The second dragon was on her in an instant. Stel rolled, snapping and snarling at the larger dragon who tried to pin her down and go for the throat. Stel refused to let him. But the fight was not an easy one. The red dragon more than twice her size and a vicious fighter. It was all she could do at the moment to keep his jaws at bay.
Seth yanked himself free of Stel's mind just in time to jerk away from the double sword attack. He tossed his bow aside with a curse. The surprise attack on Stel had distracted him, and he'd lost his opportunity to use it. Which was no doubt what William Feral had planned from the start, the smart bastard.
It was an effort, but Seth blocked Stel's fight from his mind and focused on his own. As the Feral Jekyll came at him again, Seth slipped quickly to one side and drew his own sword. The next time Feral swung, Seth raised his sword to meet him.
It was immediately apparent that Feral was a better swordsman than the Reaper had been. That was no surprise — it took a great amount of skill to dual-wield blades with any efficiency — but it meant Seth was outmatched. He could hold his own, but he would not be able to best Feral with swordplay. He needed to change up the playing field.
Seth feinted, giving Feral the perfect opportunity to aim for his neck. He took it, and Seth threw himself backwards to avoid it — right into a pocket dimension. He took two steps to the left and came out swinging at Farel's unprotected flank. The Rider sensed it and moved, a fraction too slow. Seth's sword cut a gash along his ribs. It wouldn't kill him, but it would slow him down.
Seth pressed forward, holding onto the offensive as long as he could. Even with the injury Feral fought well for several minutes. And with a lightning fast maneuver, he took back the offensive and lunged forward with a vengeance. Seth deflected, dodged, and spun himself back into a pocket.
He came out a second later directly behind Feral. Like before, he managed to hurt the man but his instincts and reflexes saved him from a killing blow. They fought again, Seth once more holding the offensive until Feral outmaneuvered him and took it back. Then he defended until he knew he couldn't, and retreated into a pocket.
This time, he stayed right where he was for three seconds, and then he came back out in the same spot he'd disappeared. Feral, expecting him to attack from the side or rear again, was already in the process of turning around. He caught Seth's movement from the corner of his eye and spun back quickly, but not quickly enough. Seth stepped through his guard and drove a dagger through his heart.
Feral's eyes went wide. He jerked himself back, stumbling several steps before falling to one knee. He dug his swords into the ground and tried to rise. He couldn't. Slowly, he raised his gaze to Seth, who regarded him coolly. Until now, Feral had remained stoic and impassive as he fought. Now, he smiled. "See you in hell," he said.
It was his only warning before his brother drove a knife into Seth's side.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 18, 2021 9:20:21 GMT -5
Anya did her best to coral the runaways and lead them all in one safe direction. It was difficult at some moments, like when someone was worked up into a panicked frenzy. It was hard to get anyone to listen in that sort of state, but she forced herself to be calm and did what she could. She worked as thoroughly as she could, working her way inward. With each new group of people she meet, she repeated all the same information and reassurances, as well as asked if there was anyone they knew that was missing. Right here, there was little damage to the buildings, but if someone happened to be trapped or would be in a part of town that was targeted, than she would be on the lookout to go find them. Luckily, so far, everyone seemed to be accounted for. So she moved on.
The closer to the fighting she got, the more damage she saw. Fires could be seen above the builds, the the smell of smoke filled the air. More and more buildings were showing the signs of the attack as well. Fires, broken windows, top floors caved in. It was devastating, and Anya knew that it was going to get worse. Then she heard Stel. Freezing, she looked up and barely caught a glimpse of Stel as she was dragged to the ground by a larger dragon. Fear rose in her throat for the female dragon, she it was eased a bit as she saw Corrik diving after her. His roar split the air, followed by another loud impact as he landed. What happened then was something she couldn't see. She tried to reach for her dragon's mind, but the amount of anger and hatred radiating from him was more than she could focus on right now. So she retreated from his mind and focused on the task at hand.
She had almost caught up to Seth when she saw Warren making his way down the street towards her. Even from a distance, she knew he was hurt. Ill feelings towards him aside, she rushed over to him. "Warren, are you okay? What happened?" she asked, stopping as she reached him and inspected her friend for any signs of life threatening wounds.
"A damn dragon is what happened," Warren spat. "Destroyed the store and nearly me with it." He shook his head and looked down at her. "Seth said you were getting people out of town. Anything I can do?"
"Make sure that everyone's still going the right way. I told them to head toward the east side of town. Don't let them head to the river. We don't need them getting trapped there if the dragon chases after them. I don't think they will be, but just in case."
Warren nodded. "Where will you be?"
"I'm going to keep making sure everyone's out of harms way and see if Seth needs help," Anya replied, then held up a hand to stop the protest she saw rising on his face. "I'm trained to fight, whether you think I can or not. I'm not leaving him to deal with this alone. Chances are, he has it covered. I'm just going to be sure of that. Now, go do as I said, or don't offer to help at all."
Warren pursed his lips together, not really sure if he liked this new side of Anya or not, but nodded in the end. "Alright, but be careful."
"I will," she replied, and left it at that. She turned away from Warren and continued down the street. She turned the corner that she saw Warren come from, figuring that would be the closest way to Seth. It was, but the scene she witnessed was not the one she had hoped to find.
Seth, one opponent on the ground on his knees and blood covering the front of his shirt, having a dagger plunged into his side by a second opponent that had someone managed to sneak up behind him.
"SETH!" she screamed, any thought of stealth gone. Her eyes locked onto the man who had stabbed him, a rush of magic overtaking her. She didn't know what happened next, couldn't even describe it. All she knew was that she wanted the man to get away from Seth. The magic surged, she felt it gather in her hands. It was only after she had threw her hand forth to send the magic out did she realize that it wasn't he normal fire she had used. Rather, a small streak of light flew across the distance, hitting Seth's attacker in the chest, burying itself so deep she lost sight of it.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 18, 2021 13:14:07 GMT -5
Anya wasn't sure if the kiss was to calm him down or her, but she was going to believe it was for her. Because now, sitting still and having to wait, her panic was harder to hide, and her hands had started trembling.
Pritchard raised an eyebrow at the casual manner in which he spoke. But if he was being this nonchalant, that had to be a good sign. "Alright, if I an get you to move your hand so I can see. There we go," he said, easing Anya's free hand away. But at this angle, it was hard to see for certain. "Can I have you lay on your side? It'll be easier on you when I start the stitching."
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