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𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 {{ 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑖𝑛 }} Sept 8, 2020 19:41:42 GMT -5

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BJORN --

“He’s very powerful,” Keziah noted, once Bjorn had finished speaking. The Viking only grunted in agreement. “Let’s just hope he’s as much of an outcast now as he was then. Even if he has no reinforcements, we could be in for the fight of our lives.” Bjorn grunted again, his agitation increasing again. Just the thought of Keziah being in danger again had him grinding his teeth and suppressing a strong urge to throw something unreasonable large. Since Ayndir was the only creature nearby that was of the appropriate size to throw in order to release his anger, he had few options. Somehow, he didn’t think that the drake would really appreciate being lofted and thrown as though he were little more than a toy. Even still, he side-eyed the grey dragon for a long moment, before he sighed in frustration.

Jess reached forward to squeeze Keziah’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about that now, love,” the silver-haired woman said. “Let’s get you into some fresh clothes and then we’ll decide what to do.” With a glance at Bjorn that held far more meaning than he was in the mood to decipher, Jess led Keziah away, back into the main building and towards the bedrooms. He ground his teeth so hard he was surprised his fangs didn’t shatter. Even though he knew it was irrational, his anxiety was racketing up with each passing moment that Keziah was out of his sight. He was still too amped up, too on edge from the battle to settle down properly. Instinct was telling him that only he could keep Keziah safe - she was his mate, and it was his job to keep her safe at all costs – and while he logically knew that Jess was more than capable in keeping Keziah out of trouble, and that Keziah could, for the most part, take care of herself, he was struggling with the urge to follow after her to keep her in his sights. Valteri remained nearby, although he was as still and silent as a statue.

He flexed his hands, and then lifted his shield to place it against one of the fortress walls, leaning against the wood. To his right, the dragons had settled down; Bjorn wandered over to them, seeking some distraction as his mind ran rampant with scenarios fraught with danger; Keziah, being struck by lightning. Keziah, being struck by a meteor. Torsten, teleporting back in to kidnap Keziah. Keziah, being attacked by some random bear.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to chase away the irrational fears. Ayndir chirped a greeting at him as he reached the dragons and he nodded in response, turning his attention to the black dragon. “Taeron,” he greeted, although his voice sounded strained and tired even to him. The black dragon dipped his head slightly.

“Bjorn.”

“Thank you for coming,” the Viking told him. “If you hadn’t been here…” he trailed off, unable to give voice to the fate that Keziah likely would’ve suffered. Taeron ruffled his griff.

“Me? Miss a chance at battle?” the dragon chuffed out a laugh. “Your mate is fierce. She is lucky to have you.”

Bjorn let out a sharp laugh. “Indeed.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced back at the main building. “Where will you go now? You have saved us from quite the dire situation, but I doubt danger will lurk here for long. No doubt Keziah will want to leave, if only to protect her friends here, to draw Torsten away.”

“Hm,” Taeron responded, narrowing his eyes in thought. “I had planned on returning home, but it seems you need my assistance more.” He dipped his nose to nudge at Ayndir, who had curled up at the black dragon’s side and had fallen asleep. “I am loathe to leave this little one here alone. He told me what happened to his nest-cave.” He growled softly at that. “He should still be with his mother and father, safe in his nest, and yet he is here.” Taeron shook his head and flared his griff. “I will watch over him, for now. He is still far too young to be on his own.”

“Thank you,” Bjorn murmured. Before he could say anything else, Keziah’s voice drew his attention again. He spun on his heel, breath gusting out of him in relief at the sight of her again. Almost instantly his anxiety began to lessen.

“Alright,” Keziah began, “I think I’ve decided a few things. First, we cannot stay at the fort. Not only are we endangering Jess and the others, but it would make it easy on Torsten if we remained in the same place for too long. Secondly, Valteri, you should stay here. Jess is better equipped to help you transition. It’s only fair after all you’ve been through.” Valteri looked increasingly uncomfortable at that thought, but he did not protest. Then Keziah turned to Bjorn. “What do you think?” she asked him.

“You are right in some regards,” he agreed. “While I believe we could stay at the fort, it will be safer – and easier – to lead Torsten on a wild chase. Let him wear himself out chasing us, and leave the fort behind.” He glanced at Valteri. “However, I do not think you have to leave the fort right this instant. Torsten will not return for a few days – he needs as much time, if not more, to recover. Magic takes its toll.” He shrugged. “We have time enough to wait and rest a bit and prepare for the journey. We have time for you to see Valteri through the end of the change.”

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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss

Pronouns: she/her

𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 {{ 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑖𝑛 }} Sept 9, 2020 0:55:10 GMT -5

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Post by ℊℓоω on Sept 9, 2020 0:55:10 GMT -5

Keziah -
Of course Bjorn had a point. Keziah’s posture relaxed noticeably as he suggested that they stay for another couple days. It was true, the sorcerer would need time to recover from the battle and come up with a plan of his own. No doubt he wanted to avoid a repeat of their last confrontation.

She looked sideways at Jess, who placed her bag on an empty chair.

“You’re right,” said Keziah, and she made no effort to hide the relief from her voice. “I’m being hasty. There’s no harm in building our strength before we leave. Besides, it would be difficult to leave Valteri behind.”

The blonde-haired male perked up slightly at this. He had been leaning against the far wall, but he straightened at the suggestion that he would be allowed to accompany Keziah on her journey. The humanity of his expressions was becoming more evident. Though he still possessed an almost awkward rigidness and sincerity, Keziah could see his personality unveil itself in the way he held his hands in his lap and the way his features arranged themselves pointedly when he focused on something.

“In the meantime,” stated Keziah. “I suppose we can stay for a day or two.” Only then did she feel the muscles of her body begin to relax as she imagined the comfort of a bed with fresh sheets. Vampires did not need as much sleep as humans, but the joy of lounging was universal to all living things. The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind and the stress had set into her body like a sickness. A day was all she would need to be rid of it.

She looked over to Jess, a smile pulling at her lips. “That is, if you’ll tolerate us for a little while longer.”

The silver-haired female released a rumbling laugh. “I’d sooner be rid of my own children than be rid of you three. I’ll help Valteri settle in and you can have the room we just left.” She looked between Bjorn and Keziah, and a realization flashed across her eyes. “That is unless you two-- Well, I’ll let you figure it out. Come on, Val, I’ll show you around the upstairs.” She quickly shepherded the young man away like a mother hen to give him the grand tour. He was still too deep in his transition to realize how lucky he was to end up in the company of such a willing hostess.

When the older female and the newborn were gone, Keziah walked over to perch next to Bjorn. Her pixie-like face twisted into a smirk as she inquired, “Well now that we’ve got some time on our hands, what do you propose we do?” She crossed her feet at the ankles and leaned back in a leisurely posture. “Recite poetry? Take up acrylics?” Her tone was joking, and her gaze soft. What did people normally do when not running from evil sorcerers or travelling the world? It had been a long time since she had anyone, let alone a mate, to entertain but herself. Her knee brushed lightly against his. She realized then that it didn’t matter what they did, whether it was practical or purely fun. They could rearrange Jess’ cutlery and it would be time well spent, as long as it was with Bjorn. She was finished wasting time. And any moment spent without his company was a moment wasted.

𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊

𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠.

𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 {{ 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑖𝑛 }} Sept 11, 2020 23:13:56 GMT -5

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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Sept 11, 2020 23:13:56 GMT -5

BJORN --

Bjorn watched, silent, as Jess led Valteri away, back towards the main building of the fortress. No doubt the man was exhausted and would do well to rest a bit. They all could do well to take some time to relax, but Bjorn was still on edge. Still unsettled. After a moment, Taeron huffed at the duo and stood, lumbering away. Ayndir snapped awake the moment that Taeron stood, and after blinking a few times scampered after the much larger dragon. Bjorn watched them go in silence, before he turned back to Keziah. Keziah was looking at him with a wry smile, the corners of her mouth curled upward mischievously. Bjorn couldn’t help the twitching smile that emerged at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, now that we’ve got some time on our hands, what do you propose we do?” she asked him, leaning back against a nearby wall before crossing her ankles. “Recite poetry? Take up acrylics?” Bjorn rolled his eyes at that; it was clear that she was joking.

“I’ve tried the poetry before,” he told her. “Tried my hand at being a skald for a while.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Didn’t last particularly long; I wasn’t the best at is, as you can imagine. If someone insulted me, they usually came down with a nasty case of axe in the chest. I had quite the fragile ego when I was young.” He stepped forward and turned, so that he was leaning next to Keziah. He turned to study the sky; the black clouds of Torsten’s storm had faded, leaving behind a wide-open sky. “I haven’t yet tried my hand at painting, but I doubt I’d be very good at it, considering.” He smiled. “I really only paint in one color. Artistry wasn’t well endorsed when I was a child. It was more ‘stab first, ask questions later, paint the scene extra later. Oh, there were those who were quite good at artwork, but I certainly wasn’t.” A sound in the distance drew his attention briefly; Ayndir was scaling Taeron’s body, and the black dragon was letting out a low chuckle in amusement.

He sighed. “The next coming days will be trying. We’ll need to find some sort of way to stop Torsten, and the only thing I can think of is to try and find another sorcerer who is willing to stand up to him.”

“You could gather a few dragons,” Taeron called, rather suddenly.

Bjorn studied him for a moment. “Would that work?”

“It could,” the black dragon rumbled. “I know a few others that may be willing to help – especially if they hear about Ayndir here. Not many would take that lightly.”

“Perhaps,” Bjorn said slowly. “We’d have to travel far though, wouldn’t we?”

“Probably,” Taeron agreed. “The nearest dragon I know is back where we met. That ought to be our first destination.”

Bjorn nodded. “Iceland it is,” he agreed, and then turned back to Keziah. “What do you think?”

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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss

Pronouns: she/her

𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 {{ 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑖𝑛 }} Sept 12, 2020 17:17:06 GMT -5

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Post by ℊℓоω on Sept 12, 2020 17:17:06 GMT -5

Valteri -
In the two days that followed, the fort was both eventful and peaceful. The dragon Taeron sat watchfully in the trees, autumn crept into the air, and Valteri came out of the fog of his transition like a freshly minted coin. He awoke that morning with clarity in his eyes. For the first time since his bloody encounter with Keziah, he was able to carry a conversation. It soon became clear that the soul behind those crimson eyes was that of a good man. Though he had many questions, he was not resentful about what had happened to him. Fortunately the life he left behind had been a difficult one, and the promise of a clean slate was an exciting prospect. He interrogated Bjorn with questions about their first destination, and for the rest of the time he followed Jess down the stone halls and learned about what it meant to be a vampire. He spent less time around Keziah, mostly because he sensed the guilt that rose in her each time he was in the room. But they were cordial, and he hoped over the course of their upcoming journey they could become friends.

Bjorn and Keziah, in the meantime, spent the two days preparing for their trip. Packing was one thing, but most of their time was dedicated to ironing out the details of their plan. They decided it would be unwise to stay in one place for too long. The less they lingered, the more difficult it would be to track them. Valteri often walked in to find them speaking in low voices. The extent of their plan had not yet been explained to him, but he figured that was for the best. They clearly knew much more about the world of magic than he.

Besides, he was happy to have the time to rest. The transformation had taken a great toll on his spirit. The oddest thing was that his body felt as capable and strong as it ever had before. He could glide up a set of stairs without exerting any effort. He was faster than he ever imagined he could be, so fast that he could cross from one side of the courtyard to another in a blink of an eye. But though all these things were true, his brain understood the weight of what his body had gone through. He often felt phantom pain and phantom exhaustion. Climbing into bed at night brought on a rush of relief unlike any he had ever experienced, even though every movement had felt effortless throughout the day. At times he dreamed of being human again. They were not pleasant dreams, but ones that would find him gasping awake in his darkened room, eyes wild. They were like dreams of dying, to be reminded what it felt like to have a rapidly beating heart, to have lungs that struggled to drag in air. But when the night paled into morning, he felt strong again.

He also noticed that Keziah and Bjorn rarely left each other’s side. When they weren’t planning, they were sitting together and laughing. More than once he spotted Bjorn tucking a stray curl behind Keziah’s ear, or Keziah resting her head on the male vampire’s shoulder. They were careful in their affections, though, and as comfortable as they were around each other, he wondered if perhaps these affections were new. He asked Jess about them once: “Are they married?”

“Married?” scoffed Jess. “No.” Her answer was short, as if the answer should have been obvious. “Though perhaps they ought to have been a long time ago.”

When at last the time to depart came, Valteri sensed a buzzing feeling of anticipation in the air. Keziah flew up and down the halls carrying a number of last minute things: a tent, a hunting bow, a basket filled with vials of mystery elixirs. All in all, however, their luggage was rather limited, and everything fit neatly onto a makeshift saddle that they constructed for the dragon’s back.

All too quickly, Valteri found Jess pulling him into a tight hug. “Be careful, darling,” she demanded in her deep, husky voice. “Make sure you all come back to me in one piece.” He nodded reassuringly and then clambered onto the back of the gargantuan reptile. He felt a strange pang of sadness in knowing he might never see the fort again. In the short time he spent there, it had begun to feel a bit like home. He made a point to burn the image of it into his mind, so he could remember it on their long journey. Jess was a part of that mental image as well, and he smiled down at her now.

This time Jess addressed the whole group. “And show that sorcerer he made a mistake messing with us!”

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