Makiar soars through darkening skies as she heads out to find Finca, her thoughts only on finding the dragoness and making sure she is okay and ready for this. A sudden shriek echoes from beneath her and Makiar looks down only to get slammed from underneath by a blur of purple.
The impact jars her as Makiar fights to regain her balance in the air, having been shaken by the blow from underneath her. Another shriek echoes and once again she is hit, this time ripped by something down her left forearm. Makiar growls and continues on, determined to find Finca and get to her safely.
Makiar roars as something latches onto the end of her tail, the weight slowing her down tremendously. She growls and looks under her right wing to find that a dragoness has latched onto her tail, the female about the same size as her.
Let go! Makiar growls as she shakes her tail but the female remains latched on, unwilling to let go without a fight.
Twisting around, Makiar snarls as the dragoness lets go and bites off a good three feet off her tail. The purple dragoness smirks as she circles around to face Makiar, her black eyes glistening in the late day sun.
For a dragoness that has existed since the days of our freedom in the Dominion of the Beasts before it was ruined by the Great Flood, you sure don't learn that quick, the purple female taunts as she continues to smirk.
Makiar growls, figuring that such words would have to come from an overconfident individual much like this dragoness is attempting to act like.
My learning abilities are not of question here, Meta. I do wonder why you chosen to come after me. While I do have a connection to both Finca and Tamli, which was the case with your other victims, I have nothing that you can gain from killing me.
Meta drops her smirk and snarls sharply as she realizes that Makiar is right, she does have nothing that can be gained from killing her other then to infuriate Finca. The purple female's smirk returns as she decides on a solid plan of action.
I have no interest in killing you Makiar. I just plan to make you and Finca feel my pain for what she and her mate did to Mhetra!
Meta hisses as she lunges forward, snapping her jaws and latching onto Makiar's neck with unsurpassed speed and accuracy. Although the red dragoness tries to avoid the impact she is unable to twist away before Meta locks down on her neck, digging her front claws into the female's chest to steady herself. The shriek that leaves Makiar's mind and jaws echoes for a good five minutes as she trashes around to try and get Meta to loosen her grip, which she won't do without a fight.
Release me you monster! Makiar commands with a fierce growl as she reaches into her own mind, searching for the blazing fury that lies in wait.
With a sharp hiss Meta lets go and flips around just as Makiar sends a blast of fire from her jaws, the firestorm just missing Meta by inches. The purple dragoness chuckles as she begins to circle around Makiar, amused at the fight she is putting up.
I underestimated you, she notes as her eyes go to the red dragoness that hovers silently, possibly waiting for her to make a move so she can send another blast of fire in her direction and have it hit.
Makiar says nothing in response, closing her eyes as her breathing quickens. She tries to focus on finding the power over her fire again as it had slipped away as she lost focus for only a second. Meta growls impatiently as she continues to circle around her ready to finish their fight.
Show me your power Makiar, daughter of fire.
The request rings through Makiar's mind and she growls, breaking her silence as her eyes lock onto Meta quickly. The dragoness smirks, flipping around and tucking in her wings as she plunges downward. The sky rushes past as Meta goes on a collision course with the ground below, waiting for Makiar to get close enough to grab and turn around so that she takes the hit. She did say she wasn't going to kill her.
Makiar waits as she realizes that is it a trap. She growls as she drops suddenly, chasing after Meta as she lets loose another blast of fire which hits its mark and sends Meta spiraling toward the ground as the fire blast burns one of her wings so badly it hurts to move it which would have been useful if she had turned around and increased altitude to avoid injury. Now injury was inevitable as she spiraled out of control and came closer to the ground that she had planned to send Makiar into.
Meta looks up in panic to see Makiar smirking before sending another blast of fire down upon her and burning her other wing to a crisp, the only thing left being the bony stub that would have connected to the fragile bones and membrane in her light purple wing. Meta howls in agony as she can't stop herself from slamming into the ground below her, the amount of dust rising from the impact reaching up to where Makiar now hovers as she looks down in amusement.
It's a shame that you can't fly anymore. I almost feel sorry for you, Makiar snorts as she drops and lands beside the unconscious dragoness. But I have something I must do and for that I won't kill you as you planned to do to me.
With a snort Makiar turns around and begins to slowly walk instead of fly to where Finca is, limping slightly as her left foreleg begins to throb painfully.
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Finca sighs as she keeps constant watch over the land, her eyes continuously flickering around to look for danger. Growling she stands and stretches, stiff from laying for so long in the grass. Finca blinks as she spots Makiar, seeing the dragoness limp as she moves toward her.
What happened? Finca asks as she walks over to Makiar, concerned about her.
Meta attacked me. That menace of a dragoness tried to kill me but I roasted one wing to the point that it would hurt to move it and I completely destroyed her other wing thus she cannot fly anymore, Makiar explains as she weaves unsteadily, feeling the effects of losing that bit of her tail.
Come and sit down, you look like you're about to fall over, Finca commands as she helps Makiar lay down on the grass beneath her, laying down herself as Makiar is safely on the ground.
Thank you Finca, this means a lot to me, Makiar growls as she lifts her injured foreleg and starts to lick it.
Finca nods in sympathy, knowing that this means more to Makiar then she would like to admit. A sudden flare of energy passes through Makiar and she cringes, stopping her licking as she looks up, her eyes rolling back into her head as she stands and flames start to dance around her. Finca growls as she stands and tries to snap Makiar out of it only to get chased away by a blast of fire as Makiar begins to burn the arena that Finca had chosen for her mate's funeral. Finca watches in horror as the fire sears the field and crushes her spirits. She holds back tears as Makiar takes to the air and roasts the surrounding land with her fire, the orange flames licking up the grass and flowers in rapid time.
MAKIAR STOP! Finca roars as she throws cation to the wind and leaps in front of another fire blast by the completely out of control dragoness and waits for her to realizes that she is hurting a friend.
Makiar doesn't even flinch and Finca is shoved out of the way by another dragon, a muscular grey male who growls fiercely as the fire laps against his already grey scales.
You should be more careful Finca, he comments as he shrugs off the fire and sends a blast of his own fire at her.
The attack hits and she howls in anger, focusing her completely white eyes on him. Shrieking she sends another fire blast down as he counters with his own, the two attacks stopping each other and dissolving into smoke. The grey male leaps and takes to the air, unfolding and flapping his powerful grey wings with severe force. Growling Makiar flies forward and rams into him, his and her claws reaching out and locking tightly as this becomes a fight for who has more strength and endurance. Finca can only watch as both dragons shove relentlessly against each other, both locked in the deadly combat.
You never learn, do you Makiar? The grey dragon growls, his yellow-purple eyes flickering dangerously. I mean one like you could at least try to control themself before letting loose their pent-up empathic rage right before their friend has her funeral for her deceased mate.
Makiar growls faintly, the words reaching her confused mind somehow despite the blazing fury that shields her mind and clouds it in a fog of emotions that are too strong to fight against. Finca only blinks as she realizes that the grey dragon that saved her is right about what he said. Makiar howls in rage and sends her tail slamming into the dragon's side, hoping to cripple or injure him to make the fight end faster.
The grey dragon however blocks the hit with his own tail and continues to hold his own against her attacks to weaken him and give her the edge. You could almost say that he seemed to be reading her mind by the way he was blocking every hit with his scared tail. Makiar finally breaks the hold and rams forward, slamming into the grey dragon as she starts to slash and bite him in a frenzy, uncontrolled rage. The grey dragon catches one clawed hand meant for his head and flips the hand backwards, breaking her wrist in one swift motion. Makiar howls as she draws the useless hand back and flips backwards to regain her little self-composure and put some distance between her and him.
Fight me Makiar or are you too scared. The fierce growl that ripples from the grey dragon's throat seems eerily familiar to Finca who growls in confusion at trying to figure out where she has heard that same growl from before.
Makiar snarls harshly, trying to think of a way out of this now. That dragon has outsmarted her and has rendered her left hand unuseable from the wrist down. The grey dragon smirks as he figures out that she won't attack and that she plans to run. Thinking quickly he sends a stream of frozen particles of water her way to halt her in her escape for she has already turned around. The ice stream freezes the very tips of her wings and she drops to the scorched ground below, landing harshly on her side.
The grey dragon snorts and lands beside her, using his wings to safely land on the burnt ground of what was to be the place where his father's funeral took place. Growling he grabs Makiar's by the very top of her neck and lifts her head to his eye line. Finca watches as she twitches and then collapses as he lets her go.
What did you do? She asks as he turns to leave.
I did what I had to. She will not remember losing control over her empathy once again but I am afraid that you will have to find a new place to hold Tamli's funeral at. Might I suggest the Dragon Temple? It would hold everyone that should come out to say their fair-wells to this beloved dragon, the grey dragon says as he looks at her for a moment before taking flight and disappearing between the clouds leaving behind a very puzzled Finca.
Snorting Finca goes and picks up Makiar, careful to avoid touching her useless left wrist and foreleg. She leaps into the air and at the height of her jump opens her wings and brings them down with a mighty whoosh. The movement bringing her and Makiar higher into the air with each flap she takes as Finca goes to the Dragon Temple to hold the funeral of Tamli.