Arthur shrugged. "Well, I've never run into anything before..." He picked up his bag and walked out the front door, Alfred following right behind him. " Your insane! Those dragons are huge!" Arthur turned back to Alfred, looking at him with a pointed stare. " ... at least... that's what... I've heard."
The Brit roled his eyes flipping the dark leather hood connected to his armor up over his head. " It'll be fine. I've made the journey plenty of time." He smirked slightly, walking out of the city gates confidently.
The brush rustled, as if being disturbed by some unseen force. Arthur looked around warily, his emerald eyes scanning everything around him, searching for a sign of movement. There was no such sign. No hints except for the rustling of the trees and brush around him, and the strange, unshakable feeling that he was being watched.
Despite his growing suspicion that there was something out there, waiting for the prime moment to attack, Arthur didn't call out, n'or draw his sword. Although he did keep a hand on the weapon, ready to use it at a moment's notice.
Arthur heard, just vaguely, the sound of growling. It was a deep, dark noise, that shook him to the core. " No way..." He mumbled softly to himself, the cried out when he was suddenly thrown back. " The Hell?!" He yelled, quickly getting back on his feet.
His eyes widened when he saw what stood before him, watching him with cold, dark violet eyes. Another dragon, a dark purple. almost black in color, crouched on it's hind legs in front of the Briton.
'What business do you think you have on myland?'
Arthur heard a deep voice rumble in his mind. ' What... What is that?' He thought to himself, astounded, yet frightened by the voice in his head.
'How dare you question me?!'
The voice growled again, then the dragon lunged forward, it's jaws snapping shut a few inches away from Arthur's nose.
Arthur heard a half-yelped growl, and opened an eye slightly. The blue dragon Arthur had seen two weeks before had come and attacked the purple one, biting down on it's left shoulder blade, and effectively tearing some of that beast's wing.
It flipped the blue animal off it's back, then both turned to face each other. They growled at each other, deep sounds that made the ground vibrate as Arthur could feel under his feet.
The two dragons went at each other again, biting and clawing at one another with razor-sharp weapons of bone. Arthur couldn't help but stare, despite the obvious immediate danger he was in.
Eventually a loud yelp could be heard, and the violet dragon seemed to disappear without a trace. Arthur blinked, wondering if the violet one had lost, and slowly made his way to the other. He went around to stand in front of it, surprised to see the animal had a deep tri-scratch along it's stomach, and bite marks on it's right calf.
The dragon let out a soft whimper, stretching it's head out slightly. ' Arthur... Are... Are you ok?' This voice in his head was much softer, kinder than the other. It seemed to tug at his memory, although he couldn't quite place where he had heard the voice before. He nodded slightly. " Who... are you?" He called out. " Why can I hear you in my head?"
The dragon snorted.
'I'm right in front of ya, Artie... This is how Dragons can talk to humans... If they want... I'm just glad your safe.'
The voice seemed to be getting more distant. Arthur looked at the dragon. " Wait... wait no... don't die... You can't die. I won't let you die for saving me..."
' I'll be fine... Just go... Kepp going. You have someone waiting for you up ahead.'