JUMP IN: Dragons and Humans RP

Mysha dropped her spear to accommodate the two objects flying toward her. Catching them, he looked down at them as the wendigo stumbled around. After a second of thought, she actually dropped the sword, deciding to retake her own weapon. Sheepishly smiling over at Drake, she did decide to keep the shield though as her opponent regained himself. Glaring, he charged. The marks on her spear actually kept it from immediately breaking if the sword managed to clash against it. Ducking and sliding, she would get in jabs and pokes, feeling satisfaction if she managed to cut him, and tried not to look weak if she were cut. However, she blinked once in surprise when he spear finally broke, one particularly strong swing managing to snap it in two. The moment of shock allowed her to be hit back, rolling in the dirt, though she had held the shield up just in time as not to be torn into by the hit.

She could see him charging again, running at her. Scrambling for the top half of her spear, she grabbed it as she saw him leaping. She only managed to straighten and stumble a step back before she was tackled. The two went rolling, and stopped with the wendigo squashing on top of Mysha, eyes glossy as a spearhead was clearly displayed, glistening red as it sprouted out from his back. His jaws were red too though, and there was a slight sneer of satisfaction still present even in death.

Ma'ait felt the evil energy vanish, and she blew out fire gleefully. She whirled around to smile at her rider, but her features fell when she saw Mysha as Drake moved the wendigo.

Mysha looked to be in a little shock, as may would likely be screaming in pain at a huge bite wound in their shoulder. Thankfully it was the shoulder with no arm, but there were lots of puncture wounds from the monster's fangs and sharp teeth. Blood was gushing everywhere and she was shaking. There was even a puncture wound on her neck, but nothing fatal. The chief must have grabbed her back too, as she had a small puddle developing under her on the right side.

Mysha simply bit down on the stick, teeth gritting as Drake worked. Her breathing became heavy, but she made no other noise. She just let him work, not really able to do much else than push through the pain. She could see others gathering, to see the leader dead, whispering and murmuring. Would their new leader live much longer?

Ma'ait thought for a moment before beginning to change. Her body became soil, and plants started growing. Shifting into more than one material put more strain on her, but plants were manageable. Aloe vera popped into view like a layer of scales in some area, but also garlic, which would help keep infection away and reduce pain while aloe vera would help with healing too. She walked over to Drake and settled down, offering what she had so far.

Mysha still managed a blush when Drake kissed her cheek, but made no comment. She just continued to let him work, looking over as Rhayne slowly approached. "When you're finished getting patched up," he said carefully "You need to officially claim your spot, before anyone else tries anything." There were likely still some who wanted to fight, but there was a large circle of soldiers surrounding the small group to make sure no one tried anything. "If you wait for recovery, it will be chaos." He then looked over as the wendigo slowly changed back into a human, though still dead of course. Mysha hummed softly. "Have Olic taken to the butchers. I want his bones in my new armor." Rhayne nodded slowly before waving a hand. A man hurried over and picked the dead chief up and carried him out of sight.

Mysha snorted. "You will not." Rhayne shook his head, saying "Mysha. You wouldn't last long on your own. You need someone to be your bodyguard until you're better." He then cracked a smile. "It will also let him keep his rights to be your husband, when the time arrives, and I have a hunch it will. If he were to just randomly stay, even though he healed you, he would not be taken seriously once you two become official, and likely be murdered." There would likely be some people who would challenge Mysha, and if Drake asserted his dominance to show he would protect her, others would take him more seriously as one of the people.

Mysha was quiet for a few minutes before finally giving in, nodding. "Fine. Champion it is." She just didn't like the idea of Drake putting himself in danger because of her. Rhayne smiled in amusement before turning to the crowd. "The Bone Bearer is to take her rightful spot as our next leader! Any who wish to attend the ceremony knows where to go. Spread the word!" The entire people obviously would not be able to attend, but word would spread fast either way. Someone new was in charge now. As everyone went their separate ways, some casting glares over at Mysha, she sighed. Looking over at Drake, she smiled slightly. "We did it," she said softly. "No more running." They weren't out of the woods yet, but they were definitely staying.

Mysha smiled slightly. "I'm still holding you to that little tease on the flight here, once I'm better." She then looked at Rhayne, who said "Alright, let's get you to your new home, yes?" He then waved to his soldiers, who closed ranks a bit just to be on the safe side. Mysha nodded once before trying to get up. Gritting her teeth, she seemed to do alright getting up, but only cause she was either numb or the pain was greatly toned down from the herbs.

Ma'ait nuzzled Shard, relief flooding through her. "We did. And hopefully with us around, more dragons will show up too." She smiled coyly. "Maybe even some little ones."

Ma'ait smiled gently and nodded. "Maybe." She looked as everyone began walking, and gestured for them both to follow. "Looks like we can pass through those huge doors easy. Come on. I don't want them out of our sight for now. "


Spectators made way for the group, parting and stepping aside. Most of them called out joy and encouragement, but some were sneering and calling insults. Sighing, she just let Rhayne lead the way. The main fortress was large indeed. Almost could be called a castle, but everyone apparently liked to think that castles looked more refined and pretty. Stone dogs stared down from various spots, and bones were set on sticks, ropes and even set into the walls. None were innocent people though. All evil leaders or severe criminals. There were some Dragon bones lying about, and Mysha growled "Get rid of those. Now." People immediately scrambled to clear the bones out, and she looked ahead as they went inside. The inside was more decorative than the outside, paintings, statues and other works set everywhere. As they made their way around, people bowing as they passed the stone walls, Rhayne said "You need to see the First Dog before the ceremony. Both of you do, actually."

Drake looked around as people immediately responded to her demands. This was incredible, and verything was really. As they entered what was apparently their castle, he looked up at the uncle’s words. “O-okay.” He said, not sure why they were both needed.

As if reading his mind, Mysha said "You're going to sit beside me one day as a chief. You would need to meet the First Dog anyway." Rhayne nodded in agreement as they walked. Soon, they were brought to a large room. It held a LOT of dog statues, each one unique. Seventy-eight, to be exact, and one in the middle. The surrounding ones looked much better crafted, while the one in the middle was subpar and nowhere near as appealing, yet it gave off the most dense aura out of them all. "That's the first one," Mysha said softly. "Who sat in front of the man's house." Everyone stepped aside, and Mysha had Drake stop in front of the crusty statue.

Mysha chuckled before turning to the dog. She told Drake to do what she did after. She then moved to touch her forehead to the statue, and her pupils dilated to swallow the iris. One second. Two. Three. They then went back to normal. As she moved back, nothing seemed to physically change, but she had a more authoritative accent to her already large energy. Then, one of the statues moved. The stone fell apart to reveal an actual dog. An Irish Wolfhound, a collar of bones around his neck. He trotted over and simply say down beside Mysha.

Ma'ait nuzzled Shard reassuringly, saying softly "Dogs can't fly, so I think you're fine." She watched Drake curiously, watching the process repeat. Another statue broke apart. Another dog (species your choice x3) trotted up to him, a collar around its neck too, with a little metal stomach charm as the centerpiece. Mysha's dog sniffed at the other dog curiously before barking lightly.

Drake watched as the dog trotted over, a boxer with a white muzzle and dark brown fur and light belly. The dog, a male, barked back heappily as it sniffed the other dog, then seemed to bow down to it like it held more authority over him. “At least they seem to like each other.” He said, looking up at his friend.

Shard warbled happily, tail waving a little. “That’s true.” He murmured, leaning over and licking Ma’ait a few times. “thanks.”

Mysha smiled softly, watching the hound's tail thump against the floor a few times. She then looked over as Rhayne said "These dogs will obey and protect you until the end of your days, where they will return here with First Dog upon your death." He looked back at the others, continuing "Let's go get the day over with, yes? I think we all just want some time to relax. Our new leader sure deserves it!" He then waited for the pair to get up, leading the way out once they were up. Mysha's hound, who she named "Ligach" with a murmur, sniffed at Drake's boxer before immediately following after them, Ma'ait following as well once Shard was walking too.