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A/N: YAY! I'm back baby! Sorry this took a little while, but schools' a bitch and house hunting can be exhausting, I'm just surprised that I even got this in now … hmm … whatever.
Enjoy!
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Humanity's Bain
"You … did … what?" Ellris'malchron's wings fluttered and jerked rapidly to help him jump off one of the high rocks in one of the many cave's created at the base in the mountains of Azalon. His dark black eyes shaded over his long silky bangs sent off a frightening image of her master, the female that went to speak up to him bowed low and dipped her wings to the ground.
"My Master, I am terribly sorry for my incompetence … but … I'm afraid my foolish curiosity had gotten the better of me … I had to see if the Queen had not lead us to our doom. Fo-for your sake of course Master."
Ellris sneered at the dragoness; with a flick of his wrist he dismissed her from his sight. Afraid to have angered her master any further she jumped back and flapped her wings to fly off to her own low perch. "You worry too much … the Queen maybe a bit … selfish … but she does know everything there is to know about her own son. I'm a little if not at all impressed by her actually finding out he did have a bloodline. A family that bred purely into humans so to try and rid any to all evidence of his existence … the Prince did a rather good job at it all to … even disguising nobility with poverty. I applauded the effort."
"Might I suggest Master Ellris," Ellris looked up to another dragon humanoid laying and allow his wings to cover over his body. The dragon leaned over the edge of his shelf, his lazy emerald eyes drooping as he yawned a yawn that threatened to tear his head apart. Shaking his head and sitting up on his knees to shake off the tiredness from the rest of his body he sighed and ran clawed fingers through his silky brown hair, "the nobility to poverty part of the equation be that of … oh say … ill fate? After all, the child had been abandoned and left with a tragic case of amnesia after the siege was over with. We can never say for certain what the Prince was actually planning if he had known a head of time that his life was in danger. Only those a thousand years back and associated with the noble will know for sure what it is that the present time shall hold."
"Now, now you're getting a head of yourself," Ellris chuckled and climbed up to his shelf of the cave relaxing comfortably he sighed and stared up at the high ceiling, "Yes, yes it is possible that his son's meddling with humans wasn't such a well thought out and executed plan … but you must admit … for his line to last all the way down to him … it's amazing, and nothing out of the ordinary either. Though his Chaos Level might be higher then most, the Teen Titan Leader has an unusual Light Level as well … but that's beside the point.
"His Chaos Level isn't so high that it's abnormal, where mystics like ourselves could quite easily over look such a fact because, well, he's a hellion! A troublemaking-troubled hatchling … we'd have to dig deep into the memories of his blood to find that one gene that shall tell us secrets of his blood's journey." Ellris snorted out a puff of smoke from his nose and turned to his side to stare at the wall his back to his clan, "But I'm rambling. My point here drakes is that to worry so much if the thief really is the direct descendent and go out of your way to be sure that he is … is a waste of time … because you see you're all missing the reason why I'm not so dead set on hurrying to complete our task. I want that Islasmursa to see for herself what it's like when the used becomes the user."
A dragoness looked to the drake with the droopy green eyes and both just shrugged not quite understanding their master's words the drake spoke up once more, "If I'm not so bold to ask Master … what's the logic in that?"
"…" a long … silent … suddenly tensed pause. The drake blinked and once he did he suddenly found his body wracked with pain when his throat was grabbed and he was slammed to the cave wall with hot magic burning at his skin. Roaring in outrage the green-eyed drake lashed out at his master without thinking and slashed his claws at his chest. Ellris, had flown back and flipped upon his shelf, crouching on it and tilting his head.
Every other dragon in the cave looked about in wonder and confusion … why had their master attacked his servant unprovoked? Even the drake was breathing hard, his heart beating rapidly, in disbelief that he had actually lashed out at his master. Even drawing blood, Ellris put a hand to his chest and pulled it away see his blood spilt he chuckled.
"That … is the logic behind my explanation." This only drew up even more confusion that Ellris quickly explained, "It's instinct. Do you not understand yet? I use you all to your fullest extent … but when I cross the line and threaten your life, what do you naturally think of doing? Fighting back, living, and winning … because in this crazy game called life my friends … winning is everything. Now I'm glad we can have this little discussion together, and please do not be frightened … I'm not so bad … you all should know that since you've been with me for 10,000 years plus. I'm taking a nap, wake me if something of importance comes into play."
Then … just like that … he plopped on the rocks and closed his eyes.
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It wasn't a problem getting back to the Guard House, not when he was dressed like one of course … but the problem was keeping up the façade and trying to maintain the concealment spell at once. Sure Rorek was a powerful wizard … but what should happen if he had to fight? He'd have to concentrate on staying alive then keeping the costume nice and spic. Those were X's worries as he slowly entered the Guard House and shut the door, leaning against it and whipping his brow he let out a long tired sigh and coughed, "Man … you'd never believe the hell I've been through!"
Rorek looked up, his ice-blue eyes as wide and wise as ever, "Finally, I was beginning to think you'd never show up."
"Yeah, yeah," X scoffed and pushed off the door, unhooking the few things he'd stolen around the market and throwing them to the ground, he snorted, "search it, I just grabbed whatever the hell looked interesting."
"Very nice collection there," Rorek said with a deadpanned look, "though I highly doubt you bought it all."
X snickered, scoffed, and snorted all at once as he walked to one of the chairs at a table, sitting on it and pushing it so he leaned on the hind legs he chuckled, "Hell no, I just discovered, while on my way back here I only had enough for this little trinket since that bastard elf Gaylord –"
"Gale-gard," Rorek corrected.
"What the fuck ever," X scowled twirling a new dagger in his hands, "the point is that half only got me this and everything else was skill alone. What about you prissy-boy, what you get?"
Rorek smiled (utterly ignoring the "prissy-boy" comment) and looked to the far side of the miniature armory, clapping his hands and whistling a call that you'd normal use for a dog. X did not like where this was going as he followed the wizard's line of sight to see what he first thought was a baby chick, because it looked that small. Only as it walked closer it grew bigger and became to X a pure white (twice the size of a small baby chick) kitten with big copper eyes. Twitching ears that were perked and hearing everything, it sat in front of X and coed a tiny mew. Rorek's smile grew bigger, "Well now … isn't that something, I think she likes you."
Dagger still in hand and face contorted into confusion, bewilderment, and befuddlement. X gripped the handle and blinked, "Rorek … I think … I think I'm going to kill you now."
Smile dropped, "What? Wh-why?"
"Don't what or why me!" X snapped, causing the kitten to jump back and run to hide behind the things X had dropped in the middle of the ground. Standing up so fast out of his seat the thief nearly forgot it was tilting and almost fell, but due to his skills he stayed standing and glower over Rorek. His hazel eyes burning over amber as the sharp point of the dagger came close to the wizard's heart.
"Hang on now Ke-Kenneth," Rorek sputtered nervously, "let's not be too hasty, remember we still need to keep to ourselves we're in no position to be up to our usual witty banters. Besides you're scaring Francesca."
"You named that damn thing!" thrown into another fit of disbelief and rage X growled and tried hard not to drive the sharp dagger into the wizard. Huffing and pushing himself away he paced the room, "Fuck Rorek, what the hell are you even thinking now a days?"
Relaxed now that the dagger was far from killing him, though still pensive because it was still in X's hand Rorek gulped and glanced down at the white kitten that crouched nervously to the floor. Watching X pace back and forth with big bright copper hues. It was just so adorable, "I-I honestly … hmm … I honestly thought it was good idea … it was just a feeling I had inside that told me to buy it."
"Just a feeling?" X shouted hysterically, "Just a god damned feeling? Rorek, are you out of your fucking mind! What the hell does this thing have that can possible help us? Other then the fact it could probably kill people with its utter adorable cuteness –" Rorek noted the sarcasm in his tone, " – we don't have time to be babysitting a stupid animal!"
"Kenneth, shut-up!" Rorek snapped up to stand and come eye to eye level with the heated thief, "Knock off the belittling words and obscene language already, it's not only unnecessary it's barbaric. You never even let me finish my explanation about Francesca … and yes I did give it a name, so sue me."
"I'll do more then just sue you," X growled, "I'll make sure you be coming to court in nothing more than a fucking evidence bag, if anyone were to even find you."
Rorek scoffed and walked over to the kitten, lifting it up into his arms he let it crawl onto his shoulder and hang itself on his back, "You can be such a baby at times Aftaka, honestly, and you call me a Prince, look who's acting like a brat."
Offended X grabbed a hand full of Rorek's front shirt and yanked him close to make sure he heard him loud and clear, "If you got something to say, then say it to my face so I can spit right back at you. You got nothing on me mystic … now … what the hell is so damn special about the cat."
Also offended that X even dared to touch him, Rorek smacked the human's hand away and glared, wanting nothing more to do with thief, Rorek settled his anger and refused to step down to his level. Looking onto his shoulder to the white kitten that kept staring at X, ears drooped with a sad glimmer in its eyes. Why if Rorek didn't know any better – and he didn't with the little creature – he could swear that it understood everything they were talking about.
With a sigh, Rorek looked back to Kenneth and noticed he was still glaring at him, waiting patiently for an answer. He was about to get it, "Francesca's a nightstalker, a creature when in its young appearance is born with wings … though nightstalkers are normally black due to their unique power to sink into the shadows and I guess semi-teleport from one shadow to the next. They are quite stealthy – hence the stalker part of their namesake.
"They may look adorable, but in reality they are quite fearsome, white stalkers are very rare and often mistaken as small cats because they do not look so frightening as the black. The whites are the ones that can retract their wings and if taught could mimic any act its master can do, even going so far as to talking if the master it chooses takes the time to teach it."
"So that thing," X sneered, "is just another mythical beast like dragons huh?"
Rorek raised a brow and shook his head, "No, no not at all like dragons … though it pains me in the least to know a dragon as thick headed as Malchior, dragons in general are unique, powerful, intelligent, even wise creatures."
Suddenly X chuckled as he ran a hand through his spike hair after taking off the hat. Giving Rorek an amused look, the wizard had to narrow his eyes in slight suspicion of the thief's sanity, "Unique, powerful, intelligent, and wise creatures eh … ha! Wonder if Malchior was dropped as an egg when he was still incubating."
A joke, one that Rorek found himself laughing at as well, the white kitten looked either of the men and her eyes perked up again, mewing as if to laugh with them, it stood on Rorek's shoulder and leapt through the air to X. Caught off guard X dropped the dagger in order to catch the white kitten and held it up at arms length to get a good look at the thing. Scowling, obviously still angry that Rorek could just waste his money on a thing that looked nothing like it could help, X rolled his eyes and let the kitten jump to the ground from his hands.
Rorek glanced at X, "Really Kenneth, I think she's taken a liking to you … who knows … maybe she wants you to become her master."
X snorted, "Get real, I'm not an animal person, you should already know that considering I can't stand to be in the same room as that dumbass dragon, and I'm not the one that's sharing a frickin' heart with him! I don't know how you do it man, I really don't."
"It takes time …" Rorek nodded, sighing thoughtfully he walked to the pile of things X had stolen and began to search for anything that might be of use while still rambling on. X walked back to the table and sat in the chair he titled after lifting it back onto it's feet.However stilltilting it as he sat and listened,grumbling when Francesca jumped onto his lap, but did little to nothing to push her away, "… time that I had to think … usually when people get the kind of time I was given … they still hold the anger of the past so zealously that when the opportunity comes to kill the cause of their madness and end it all. They take it without thinking …"
"So …" X stretched glancing down at Francesca and hesitantly stroking her fur as she purred and cuddled close to his abdomen, " … what the hell has that got to do with you? As far as I can see … you're not overzealously trying to kill Malchior with a passion now are you?"
Rorek gently shook his head from side to side as he gazed upon a trinket that he felt would look lovely on Raven. Gritting his teeth he tried not to show his frustration when her face flashed before his eyes and Malchior's feelings emerged. He knew it wasn't his own, he knew he didn't love her the way Malchior did … it was all in the hearts they shared as one. Whatever Malchior felt strongly about it touched Rorek, and visa versa; it was an unavoidable side effect for the condition they were in.
" … Well …" Rorek sighed and put the trinket he held down, " … that, Kenneth, is hard to explain … because like I said, it takes time … time that I had to think … to feel … and to understand. I-I don't know … it's just a feeling hard to describe, but it's like I … I know, but I don't … know … am I making sense?"
X scoffed and lifted Francesca up to the ceiling staring at her as she seemed to smile and laugh with her mewing, "Dude, let me tell you this much … what you're "feeling" is forgiveness … whether you believe it or not you forgave the damn dragon for what he did to you. Why? Hell, how should I know, but I think it got something to due with that time thing you're talking about. Because it's true what is said: All in due time will the wounds of the past heal to scars of remembrance …"
XxXxX
"… for if you do not allow for the wound to heal you shall regret the ugly scar that will appear and further more wish that there was never a past to begin with. Walking with an open wound in your heart, hurting, suffering, until you cannot stand it any longer. My love, my dearest darling, I'm telling you this because I wish you not to walk the same path I had …" she whispered with her beautiful voice that lulled him to a soft sob, the tears that streamed down his face because it hurt. He was gone. His father … was gone and he was loosing his mother … the angry red pool that was her blood stained the ground and mingled with his father's.
It was heart wrenching and he couldn't stand the sight, but he wouldn't look away, he refused to and locked his amber eyes with his mothers crying ones. Gripping her dress so tightly that he might as well have tore a piece of it off and chocking on the suppressed sobs that threatened to spill from his quivering lips. He whimpered when he felt her dirty bloody hand raise up and weakly cup the side of his cheek. Letting one hand go to move over her's he leaned his head to her hand and chocked,"Mo-moth-mother …"
"Shhh …" she whispered and moved her hand from his cheek up to his forehead, "… my … son …"
He couldn't hold it, he was cracking … bursting into tears with loud chocking sobs he gripped her wrist that was on his forehead and pleaded, "Mother! Mother! Please! Please don't leave me! I beg you! I'll do anything! I'll kill them all if it'll get you to stay with me!"
A smile … she smiled sadly … and cried along with her son. Clutching onto her little boy's hair to keep her hand on him she closed her eyes and whispered quietly as her little boy cried and pleaded and vowed. Never hearing the chanting under her breath until he could feel a warm white light consuming him and everything suddenly went quiet. Everything … but the last three words that he'd never remember, "I love you ... Aftake ..."
XxXxX
"Kenneth!" X gasped, the feeling of falling coming over him and before he knew it his head hit the floor when he had lost balance of the tilted chair. Francesca jumping out of his arms and mewing in worry for her master, Rorek stood up and looked over the fallen thief, "Kenneth, are you alright? What happened? Why are you crying?"
Cry … crying …? Reaching a hand to his cheek, X felt the liquid and pulled away, staring at his moist fingers as if it was another creature from another planet. He rubbed the moisture together until it dried and closed his eyes, Her face … her voice … everything … what – what's going on? Rolling to his knees X gritted his teeth and tried hard to forget everything. Whatever it was … it wasn't going to help him in the least.
"Ken –"
"Forget it," X snapped hastily, getting to his feet and dusting himself off he turned to Rorek and while wiping his face dry, "just forget it, we have to get this stuff back to the cavern. We've wasted enough time here."
Odd … that was the only thing that hit Rorek when X bent and started to gather things moving around as if trying to keep his mind occupied. The wizard saw no choice but to oblige to his orders, after all it was little he could do. Because if he knew Kenneth as well as he should once he changes the subject, it's changed for good. No use in trying to bring it back up. Bending over to pick up a trinket on the floor, Rorek pulled back when Francesca snatched it up in her mouth.
With one bound she was on X's back and crawling up onto his head, the thief jumped and yelped in shock, but calmed down when he realized it was just the stupid cat. Looking up to his head he glared at the accursed thing as she dropped the trinket into his hand, "Gee … thanks, always wanted an earring, now get the hell off my head, what do I look like? A cat house?"
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She was meditating … again.
Malchior grumbled as he perched himself on a ledge of rock that hung over the water inside the cave, just sitting there watching her since he had nothing better to do. It was driving him crazy every time her aura went up, then down in calming, soothing, gentle waves. She was obviously enjoying herself in her own little world while he just sat there bored out of his mind. Once, twice … well … actually it never left his mind that he should interrupt her.
But … he couldn't find an excuse to keep her mind occupied without trying to dodge his antics at every shot he took. He had to come up with something else … as the little gears in his dragonhead twerked, an image of earlier in the day flew by him … when he was practicing making solid objects through water. Raven had been up watching him, seemingly interesting by the magic … an idea suddenly popped in before he knew what he was doing he was up and walking to sorceress.
"Do you have any idea how to fight?" yes, yes, he realized the question was totally thrown off to left field, even Raven opened one eye and turned around – still hovering in her lotus position to give Malchior a proper: "Where the hell did that come from" look. The dragon flipped his bangs back, only to have them fall right back in his line of sight as he smirked, "Well … do you?"
That … must be the stupidest thing I've ever heard from him yet! Raven thought with a deadpanned expression turned irritant, "Pry tell, where does this question derive from?"
Malchior shrugged and held has hand out over the water having the liquid rise up and mold into a rod within his fisted hands he twirled it once and Raven watched as the liquid stayed intact. Though she couldn't quite say it was lethal, after all, it was just water. "Can you do this? Without having to concentrate entirely on keeping the form solid?"
Raven stood up from her floating position and tilted her head slightly to the right in thought, "I've never tried … water was never my specialty, why so curious?"
"Because in my own opinion I think that if you are able to mold and bend every element to your ever whim is when magic becomes as easy as 1, 2, 3." Malchior counted flipping the rod into the air, spinning around catching it behind his back and twirling it in a flurry of movements before separating it and turning them to duel swords, "Did you know that elves are very much ocean fanatics? They love the water so much that I can already smell the salt of seawater in the air … we're not only on another dimension, but on a tiny island as well. Not very good for conflicting species … it tends to get a little too crowded."
"And what has that got to do with me being able to wield water as if it were a solid weapon …" Raven crossed her arms over he chest narrowing her violet eyes on the dragon that dared to defy all logic with his little water dance. Though impressive and very graceful, Raven focused on the conversation at hand. Actually quite interested in his subject, "… it would be like asking if I can grasp air and throw it at you."
Malchior chuckled and let the water weapon splash into the pool, turning to Raven he grinned sinisterly, "Maybe not throw sweet Raven, but how about take it away? Isn't air the most important element for a creature to live? Breathing, Raven, think about it."
Raven raised a brow; "If I know you as well as I think I do I bet you've tried it already. Therefore I have no need to think on it."
Sweat-drop, Malchior laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck, "Well, I'm hurt Raven, how could you think so little of me?"
"Honestly Malchior," Raven turned her back to the dragon, "just be lucky that I'm even thinking of you at all."
"Well then …" Raven felt him hover over her right shoulder, bringing a hand around under her chin to turn her head around and tilt it up to him, Raven clenched her jaw shut as he leaned close her and whispered, "I am truly grateful to have even the slightest space in your time to be thought of."
Raven scowled and jerked her head from his hand, "Don't get cute Malchior, your cheap little tricks won't work on me, so stop trying."
Oh crap, he did this all wrong, she was pulling away! Malchior jumped to stand in front of her and leaned forward with a smug grin, she wasn't getting away that easily this time, "Why my dear, I haven't a single clue to what you're talking about. I'm just merely stating how grateful I am that you're thinking of me, honest."
"Since when have you ever been honest?" Raven scoffed and turned around to walk closer to the pool and away from the dragon, not giving him a place to stand in front of her.
Malchior stood next to her, nope; he wasn't going away this time. Snaking an arm around her waist and ignoring her growls of warning he chuckled, "Since I finally found a reason to be."
"Malchior if you don't let me go I swear to whatever god it is you pray to I'll make sure you drown in this pool." Raven threatened, glaring at his smug fanged grin, it just totally ticked her off that he could be so sly at everything. Hell, she'd bet he'd give any other charmer a run for their money, Speedy, Aqualad, even the real Prince of the Light Elves.
Able to weave words in and out of one's ear and manipulate their train of thought. Just a simple breath on her skin as he whispered like the evil devil on the left shoulder when conscious comes into play and she was hooked. If he were a demon, Raven would have to applauded – and hate at once – a job well done. Malchior just knew how to talk … she guessed that was how it is she came to have been so naïve about him in the beginning.
Because he just had a literal way with words.
"Funny love," he chuckled, she growled and held her glare at his mischievous sparkle, "you tried that once already, remember? You tripped us both into the water."
"No." Raven argued taking a step back still trying to wrench her self from his grasp, "That was your fault. You were the one that tripped us into the water."
"Careful now," Malchior held on tighter, spinning them around so her back was no longer facing the pool, but his own was, "don't want you to take us down into the pool again now do we?"
Raven grunted he was really starting to grate on her nerves again her eyes glowing white she burned his chest with her hot black magic and finally was free of him. Throwing him into the pool Raven was so tempted to bring the whole cavern down on the cheeky dragon that flipped and redirected his flight patter to land hovering over the crystalline water. Disturbed due to her fluctuating aura level and now Malchior's as he stood tiptoed on the surface he grinned, "Drowning maybe one of the ways you can use water as a weapon, but what I asked for earlier was if you can mold it to your very own uses."
"No …" Raven said slowly chanting in her head to calm her emotions down and come to a once more passive expression. Malchior floated back to the rocks in front of the sorceress and smiled when she sighed dejectedly, " … but I'm pretty sure you're going to show me."
"Right," Malchior nodded, "now it's not so hard, how to get started to make it easier for you is to imagine it like meditating. Trying to become one with yourself … however instead of separating your soul from everything around you, you must first learn to accept the fact that the element you use is a living breathing thing. Unlike the unanimated objects you throw around … you're not trying to throw water anymore then you're trying to create a tsunami. That's easy."
Raven stood back and huffed, sarcastically replying like a child would to a drowning teacher, "So … what's the first step genius?"
Malchior raised a brow and shrugged, "Well … first would be to get acquainted with the water … before you can mold it, you have to be polite enough to take the time to feel its living aura level. So close your eyes and let your aura spread to mingle with the element."
Nodding mostly to herself Raven walked around Malchior to stand once more at the edge of the pool, totally missing the sneaky grin on the dragon's face. The Titan sorceress looked down at the pool of water, taking a deep breath and holding for a moment before slowly letting go. Raven floated into the air and took on her meditative pose. Eyes closed and letting her self go to feel the water and its power, doing as Malchior said.
Reading the water's aura level, trying to understand it. Raven couldn't help to notice that there was something oddly different and strange about this water … it was as if … it was trying to keep her away. Curiosity killed and Raven found herself trying harder and harder to get why it was the water wouldn't let her connect.
Barely into the reading Raven was starting to feel … sleepy … feeling and mingling with the waters soothing, slow, calm motions was easing her into a gentle serenity. Suddenly the sounds of the carver became echoed … in fact, all her senses suddenly spiked. All accept her sight because her eyes were closed; breathing was something she found hard to remember.
Taking another deep breath to make sure she was still breathing, Malchior stood to her side and noticed she was slumping, a clear sign to him that he was right about his earlier theory. Since they were in another dimension the water around them must still be wild. Meaning untouched by the hands of any domesticated creature to suck out all the defiance of the water.
The "mingling" he told Raven to do was becoming almost dangerous, just connecting with the water here was as if she were in water herself. Breathing, to her, was becoming almost gasped. Careful to not wake her from her trans Malchior scratched his claws across her abdomen to get her back to straighten. Feeling her muscles clench in shock from his touch he held his hand to her stomach in order to try and get her to calm down, whispering soothingly into her ear, "Take a deep breath."
She complied.
Malchior couldn't help it, she was really out of it, the water was just too wild for her to tame just yet, he grinned, "Hold it."
She did.
"Don't panic," placing another hand to her back feeling her ability to levitate was being lost, she ended up standing on her own two feet, but still in a trans. Connected to the water, flowing with everything, becoming submissive and loose. Whether it as too the waters' whim or Malchior's touch, it was little she could do when she felt pressure on her lips, submissive and still lost in a liquefied world.
Raven let it be … but air … holding it in she opened her mouth to take another gasped breath, but the pressure … it opened with her and forced her head to tilt back. Complying, Raven was beginning to wonder if this was still the waters' influence or something else … she soon discovered it was: "something else" when an odd moist alien entered her mouth.
Snap!
That connection was broken faster then she could spell "connection" when the realization of what was happening came over her. Snapping her eyes wide open, Raven panicked and pulled away from the kiss Malchior had stolen from her when in a vulnerable state. Unsure what to say or do, Raven just gaped at the dragon in disbelief … how could he? What gave him the right!
Shock was wearing off and Malchior could feel her anger growing, taking a step back prepared to dodge anything she threw at him. Movement behind her caught his attention, but it was long enough to give Raven the time to rush him. Just as X and Rorek entered the cavern a resounding SLAP was heard to get Francesca on X's shoulder to shutter and hide in fear. X blinked and glanced to Rorek, "Do I even want to ask?"
Rorek raised a brow and studied the dragon's aura along with Raven's enraged and embarrassed shaking. He could guess and guess right, especially when he found his hand involuntarily moving to his chest to feel his heart beat increase as a tight feeling over came it. One of those feelings that you know you like – love – something so bad it hurts.
Raven stormed off.
Shoulder hitting X's the thief glared annoyingly at the sorceress who exited the cave and left Malchior to rub his cheek and scowl at Rorek who had folded his arms over his chest like a scolding parent, "What are you looking at?"
"A fool," Rorek retorted simply, "I bet you did something awfully stupid while we were gone."
"Stupid?" X looked back at the way Raven exited, "try fucked up, what the hell man? You sent her out there where there could be elves looking for her head! You're sure a fucking genius man, when are you gonna get it!"
Malchior snarled and opened his mouth to retaliate, but X had already turned and ran out to the exit after Raven, the dragon seethed and clenched his fanged teeth together so tight he was sure they'd crack. Rorek sighed and shook his head tossing the things X told for him to hold to the side and leaning against the rock wall he stared disappointedly at the dragon that began to sulk, "Dumb human, what does he know."
"A lot more then he lets on that's for sure," Rorek looked off to the side away from Malchior's metallic black eyes that glared heatedly at the wizard, "not that I'm saying he had a right to talk the way he did, but I'm sure once you filter out the other negative terms you'll understand him."
"He's a thief," Malchior growled, "What's to understand?"
Rorek raised a brow, "And you're conniving … what's to understand?"
Malchior shot a warning look at the smug wizard who had turned his sentence on him. Annoyed Malchior flipped his hair from his face; the dragon growled and walked up to the stash Rorek dropped in. Deciding that now might be a good time to change the subject he knelt next to the items and began to scrounge for the clothes the two promised they'd bring. "This has nothing to do with you or him, so let's just drop it."
"Fine," Rorek shrugged, "but just as an obvious note I'll ask your opinion. Why do you think Kenneth even defended Raven and ran after her the way he did? Nothing by it of course … just a question."
Malchior slowed his movements a growl creeping up from his chest, his eyes suddenly tinting pink as his aura flared angrily, Rorek backed up and tensed for an attack. But all the dragon did was snarl, "Shut up."
Childish … but the message was sent, received, and understood.
Not that Rorek was trying to be sneaky and start something that didn't need to be started … the wizard just felt like he should have mentioned it, because after the meeting at his house when Kenneth had a chance to talk to Raven. Rorek couldn't help to feel that there was just something there between the two … like there was a sort of connection. It showed in the way they acted around each other … almost too comfortable, even for a girl like Raven.
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Me: DAMN! You guys gotta be happy with this, it's a really long one! I never intended it to be so long, but I guess when you're listening to Nightwish, and the imaginative juices are flowing you're fingers' just can't seem to stop writing/typing. Sorry, I meant for the Raven/Malchior scene to be longer –
BAM!
– OW! What the fuck was that?
Raven: Be lucky I haven't killed you yet! (evil glare)
Me: (shrinks back in fear) heh … heh … what? Hey! It's what the readers want, just be happy I didn't make it last long for you that is, the audience is probably trying to crawl through the computer scene to slaughter me! Like it or not girl I'm actually taking a bullet for you!
BAM!
Me: (rubs back of the head) Now who the fuck is trying to kill me?
X: Me! What the fuck! A damn cat! THAT! Was your present, mm girl you're lucky I haven't killed you yet. A fucking cat!
Rorek: (playing with Francesca) What? I think she's adorable, plus she's cimple's own personal character that defines her inner personality, it even says in her profile to be on the look out for the name and personality of the character.
X: Does it look like I give a flying fuck about that! Geez, the least she could have given me back that dagger frickin' Gaylord stole from me.
Me: It's Gale-gard!
BAM!
Me: (struggles to find her footing from being knocked to the ground) I can't take any more of this abuse … who's it now?
Malchior: That's it? That's all between Raven and me in this chapter? (Growling, eyes tinting pink, fangs/claws growing) I'm giving you till the count of 10 to run … run fast … ONE …
Me: (feeling small, gulps and inches away from the dragon who's beginning to count) Well … um … I-I guess I better get going then …
X: Make that TWO …
Me: … Oh … not good …
Raven: … Try THREE …
Me: Okay now I REALLY gotta jam before I GET jammed, see ya guys in the next chapter –
Malchior/X/Raven: FOUR …
Me: EEP! Gotta go! l8er daez!
Malchior/X/Raven: NINE …
Me: What the – don't you guys know how to count? 5 comes before 4, not 9.
Rorek: (still playing with Francesca and staying out of the way) Yes, but you used the number 8 in your good-bye note, so I suggest you run now.
Me: (sweat-dropps) gee, thanks Rorek –
Malchior/X/Raven: TEN! GET HER!
Me: OH SHIT!
