Title: DragonRider Part 2/?
Author: Errie
Rating: Right now, I'd say about PG
Summary: Logan and Scott meet Jean, while Rogue and Aneka get a new friend.
Dedication: To Rachel Aaron, I hope you feel better!, Anita K. Blake,
she is the coolest!, and everyone who complimented on the first part of
DragonRider!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except anything that is unfamiliar, and the concept.
Everything
else belongs to who ever and whatever that is against my happiness. I want a
Wolvie too!
Archiving: Right now, I just want this archived at Anita K. Blake's site,
http://x-menfanfic.50megs.com
Logan was pulling at the velvet collar of his burgundy tunic. He hated these
things. He would much
prefer to put on a pair of leather hunting, as they were called there, pants and
go bare chested through the forest.
But that was not an option here. He had to stay with his sissy brother
Scott in the mansion of King Xavier. True, he wanted to meet the lovely
Princess Jean, but did he have to sit here in this uncomfortable oak chair,
in this huge house, next to his brother, just to meet her?
Just then, an exotic slave ran through the corridor. At least, she looked
like a slave. She skidded to a halt and bowed to King Xavier
and Logan and Scott.
"Sir, you wished to speak to me?" the white-haired girl said to the old man.
"Yes, Ororo, I do believe I did. These are noblemen, Scott and Logan."
Xavier said, nodding to each in turn.
Ororo bowed to them again. Logan looked a little closer at her hair
and discovered that there were two bright white bangs that faded into
the rest of her pearly mane.
Ororo took that precise moment to look up and catch Logan's
eyes on her. She gave a faint blush on her dark brown
cheeks and turned her almost black eyes downward.
Another slave ran in as well. It was a female, and she was of Asian descent.
That was easy enough to see in her slanted chestnut eyes and cropped black
hair. She gave Ororo's arm a tug and whispered something in her ear.
Ororo drew back, looking startled, but the other girl just tugged harder
on her arm.
Xavier cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at the other girl.
"Jubilee, are you forgetting what we do when we have guests?" The girl,
Jubilee apparently, snapped her head up and looked at him, then
at the boys. She bowed shortly and wrenched Ororo off her feet. They ran
down the hallway together.
Logan was still sitting in the hard oak chair, being just as uncomfortable
as was possible. Scott looked perfectly natural, just sitting there, waiting
for
that one girl, Jean, to come down. She had better be worth it.
Just then, a lovely figure came down the stairs. Jean.
~*~*~*
DragonRider held on tightly as possible to Aneka, yelling at the top
of her lungs. She was flying and there was nothing in her way now! Nothing
to stop her from doing what she wanted to do, wearing what she wanted to
wear, and going after whoever she wanted to go after. It was great!
"Rogue, darling, I do think that we should stop soon, don't you?" And
Aneka had such an odd way of speaking. It was almost like she had never
been hatched and brought up on Kavarila, their planet. Dragons
flew in flocks around them. Not the big kind, like Aneka, but a smaller kind,
a wyvern.
Wyverns were very common on Kavarila. The males were a dull white in
winter and fall, but burst into a brilliant ruby red in spring and summer. Male
wyvern skins were very popular in summer and spring. Wyvern
hunts were organized at the tale end of winter, when the males were turning a
light pink. The skins were made into hats and clothes that no one needed.
Female wyverns were a shiny snow white in winter, brown in
fall, light peridot green in spring, and a deep emerald green in summer. It was
popular to hunt them when all the young ones were grown. They
were smaller than the males and therefore quicker. It took a lot to bring down
a female wyvern.
It was even more rare to have any wyvern as a pet. They did not
take kindly to captivity. Wyverns loved their freedom. They roamed
mainly forests and places with lots of cover. They had to have places to
hide during the day, when they slept, and lots of places to sneak during
the night, when they hunted. Every wyvern that had been taken against its
will had died within 72 hours.
Rogue was still flying free, clutching Aneka's thick golden brown mane.
The giant lizard shook her massive head to move away the forelocks that
were getting into her huge black eyes. She gave a loud, hearty laugh.
A small red wyvern landed on Rogue's shoulder. It blinked its large green eyes
at her and then stared straight ahead. She was awed at the small creature
sitting
upon her shoulder. Wyverns almost never stayed with a human upon their own
free will. It was next to unheard of.
Aneka swooped down suddenly, her mane flying and glittering in the sunlight.
The tiny red wyvern clutched Rogue's shoulder almost painfully with his dark
claws. She winced as his claws started to shred her already shredded green
tunic. Rogue almost whimpered as her golden skirt-clad legs squeezed Aneka's
purple sides.
They landed in a small clearing. The red wyvern flew off Rogue
and landed on a fallen tree trunk. It chirped at her. Then it stared at her
for a
moment, wondering why she didn't just fly off the big dragon too.
Aneka reached over and gently lifted Rogue with her teeth. The large dragon
set her gently onto the ground, giving her support with her large muzzle and
warming her with her breath until she could stand again.
"It looks like you've picked up a little friend while we were amongst the
clouds,
hmmm?" Rogue looked up, startled. Aneka was sniffing the small wyvern,
checking him out.
"Well, it wasn't like it was my decision, mind you. I was just sittin' there,
happy as a Duaa*, when this little guy came and practically took out my
shoulder."
(*Duaa- native animal to Kavarila, looks like an antelope crossed with a unicorn
and a dragon. They are very peaceful creatures.)
Aneka snorted and looked at the small red creature. It stared back at her
through its large green eyes. She looked away for a moment, and looked
inquisitively at Rogue. "Well?" she demanded.
"Well what?"
"You know."
"No I don't."
Aneka looked exasperated for a moment, then she sighed and made her
question a little less broad. "What are you going to name him?"
Rogue looked taken aback. "I get to name him?"
"Why do you always have to answer me with a question?"
"Oh. Umm, sorry?" She sounded unsure, but Aneka could practically see the
wheels turning in her head. "How about…"
~~~~****~~~~
Logan stared in awe. Jean was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
She almost seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun. Her hair was like a pile
of flame, tamed by the highest powers and spun into hair just for Jean.
Scott felt much the same way. His throat was dry, and it was all he could do
not to stare. She was gorgeous. Any fool could see that. And Scott was higher
than a fool, so he could see her radiance very well.
Logan was staring at her as well, so Scott figured that there might be a
little bit of a fight over the lovely Jean Gray Xavier in the future. For now,
however,
he was content to sit beside Logan and stare.
~~~~~******~~~~~~
Next-Logan and Scott finally stop staring and actually say hi to Jean, while
Rogue,
Aneka, and their newfound companion (You'll find out his name in the next part.)
go
out and have some fun with the villagers of Dana's Fox, a small rural village.
Can you
figure out my joke in the village title?
Author: Errie
Rating: Right now, I'd say about PG
Summary: Logan and Scott meet Jean, while Rogue and Aneka get a new friend.
Dedication: To Rachel Aaron, I hope you feel better!, Anita K. Blake,
she is the coolest!, and everyone who complimented on the first part of
DragonRider!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except anything that is unfamiliar, and the concept.
Everything
else belongs to who ever and whatever that is against my happiness. I want a
Wolvie too!
Archiving: Right now, I just want this archived at Anita K. Blake's site,
http://x-menfanfic.50megs.com
Logan was pulling at the velvet collar of his burgundy tunic. He hated these
things. He would much
prefer to put on a pair of leather hunting, as they were called there, pants and
go bare chested through the forest.
But that was not an option here. He had to stay with his sissy brother
Scott in the mansion of King Xavier. True, he wanted to meet the lovely
Princess Jean, but did he have to sit here in this uncomfortable oak chair,
in this huge house, next to his brother, just to meet her?
Just then, an exotic slave ran through the corridor. At least, she looked
like a slave. She skidded to a halt and bowed to King Xavier
and Logan and Scott.
"Sir, you wished to speak to me?" the white-haired girl said to the old man.
"Yes, Ororo, I do believe I did. These are noblemen, Scott and Logan."
Xavier said, nodding to each in turn.
Ororo bowed to them again. Logan looked a little closer at her hair
and discovered that there were two bright white bangs that faded into
the rest of her pearly mane.
Ororo took that precise moment to look up and catch Logan's
eyes on her. She gave a faint blush on her dark brown
cheeks and turned her almost black eyes downward.
Another slave ran in as well. It was a female, and she was of Asian descent.
That was easy enough to see in her slanted chestnut eyes and cropped black
hair. She gave Ororo's arm a tug and whispered something in her ear.
Ororo drew back, looking startled, but the other girl just tugged harder
on her arm.
Xavier cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at the other girl.
"Jubilee, are you forgetting what we do when we have guests?" The girl,
Jubilee apparently, snapped her head up and looked at him, then
at the boys. She bowed shortly and wrenched Ororo off her feet. They ran
down the hallway together.
Logan was still sitting in the hard oak chair, being just as uncomfortable
as was possible. Scott looked perfectly natural, just sitting there, waiting
for
that one girl, Jean, to come down. She had better be worth it.
Just then, a lovely figure came down the stairs. Jean.
~*~*~*
DragonRider held on tightly as possible to Aneka, yelling at the top
of her lungs. She was flying and there was nothing in her way now! Nothing
to stop her from doing what she wanted to do, wearing what she wanted to
wear, and going after whoever she wanted to go after. It was great!
"Rogue, darling, I do think that we should stop soon, don't you?" And
Aneka had such an odd way of speaking. It was almost like she had never
been hatched and brought up on Kavarila, their planet. Dragons
flew in flocks around them. Not the big kind, like Aneka, but a smaller kind,
a wyvern.
Wyverns were very common on Kavarila. The males were a dull white in
winter and fall, but burst into a brilliant ruby red in spring and summer. Male
wyvern skins were very popular in summer and spring. Wyvern
hunts were organized at the tale end of winter, when the males were turning a
light pink. The skins were made into hats and clothes that no one needed.
Female wyverns were a shiny snow white in winter, brown in
fall, light peridot green in spring, and a deep emerald green in summer. It was
popular to hunt them when all the young ones were grown. They
were smaller than the males and therefore quicker. It took a lot to bring down
a female wyvern.
It was even more rare to have any wyvern as a pet. They did not
take kindly to captivity. Wyverns loved their freedom. They roamed
mainly forests and places with lots of cover. They had to have places to
hide during the day, when they slept, and lots of places to sneak during
the night, when they hunted. Every wyvern that had been taken against its
will had died within 72 hours.
Rogue was still flying free, clutching Aneka's thick golden brown mane.
The giant lizard shook her massive head to move away the forelocks that
were getting into her huge black eyes. She gave a loud, hearty laugh.
A small red wyvern landed on Rogue's shoulder. It blinked its large green eyes
at her and then stared straight ahead. She was awed at the small creature
sitting
upon her shoulder. Wyverns almost never stayed with a human upon their own
free will. It was next to unheard of.
Aneka swooped down suddenly, her mane flying and glittering in the sunlight.
The tiny red wyvern clutched Rogue's shoulder almost painfully with his dark
claws. She winced as his claws started to shred her already shredded green
tunic. Rogue almost whimpered as her golden skirt-clad legs squeezed Aneka's
purple sides.
They landed in a small clearing. The red wyvern flew off Rogue
and landed on a fallen tree trunk. It chirped at her. Then it stared at her
for a
moment, wondering why she didn't just fly off the big dragon too.
Aneka reached over and gently lifted Rogue with her teeth. The large dragon
set her gently onto the ground, giving her support with her large muzzle and
warming her with her breath until she could stand again.
"It looks like you've picked up a little friend while we were amongst the
clouds,
hmmm?" Rogue looked up, startled. Aneka was sniffing the small wyvern,
checking him out.
"Well, it wasn't like it was my decision, mind you. I was just sittin' there,
happy as a Duaa*, when this little guy came and practically took out my
shoulder."
(*Duaa- native animal to Kavarila, looks like an antelope crossed with a unicorn
and a dragon. They are very peaceful creatures.)
Aneka snorted and looked at the small red creature. It stared back at her
through its large green eyes. She looked away for a moment, and looked
inquisitively at Rogue. "Well?" she demanded.
"Well what?"
"You know."
"No I don't."
Aneka looked exasperated for a moment, then she sighed and made her
question a little less broad. "What are you going to name him?"
Rogue looked taken aback. "I get to name him?"
"Why do you always have to answer me with a question?"
"Oh. Umm, sorry?" She sounded unsure, but Aneka could practically see the
wheels turning in her head. "How about…"
~~~~****~~~~
Logan stared in awe. Jean was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
She almost seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun. Her hair was like a pile
of flame, tamed by the highest powers and spun into hair just for Jean.
Scott felt much the same way. His throat was dry, and it was all he could do
not to stare. She was gorgeous. Any fool could see that. And Scott was higher
than a fool, so he could see her radiance very well.
Logan was staring at her as well, so Scott figured that there might be a
little bit of a fight over the lovely Jean Gray Xavier in the future. For now,
however,
he was content to sit beside Logan and stare.
~~~~~******~~~~~~
Next-Logan and Scott finally stop staring and actually say hi to Jean, while
Rogue,
Aneka, and their newfound companion (You'll find out his name in the next part.)
go
out and have some fun with the villagers of Dana's Fox, a small rural village.
Can you
figure out my joke in the village title?