Flight from Agony

[Tala]

A light orange figure flew clumsily on the horizon, clearly visible in the dawn light. Tala cursed inwardly as she blundered. Her wings ached and she was half-dead with exhaustion. She wanted to stop but she needed to get away from... whatever had happened back at Pyc. She avoided thinking about what had happened, instead preoccupied herself with checking her position. Mt. Py, good. She was far away from Pyc, and she could finally rest. Distant wingbeats sounded, though so far off, she had no need to worry. As she dove down, an image floated before her eyes, of her slain clan members. Caught off guard, the Pyrahyc dragon slammed into a rock ledge.

Pain exploded in her chest and front legs. She cursed and dragged herself onto the ledge, her limbs dragging. With a sigh, she relaxed and examined her wounds. Both front legs were bleeding as was her chest. As she inhaled deeply, she winced. Perhaps I've broken a rib, she thought. Gods, how will I expect to travel with this!? Frustrated, she started to sharpen her deadly tail-spike on a rock, forgetting herself and everything in her task. When she was satisfied with a razor point, she curled up and spread her wings slightly, covering her sepentine torso. Her blue eyes closed and she slept, as the distant sound of wingbeats came ever closer...

[Pyral]

ooc: Ah...I'm afraid this isn't quite the kind of role play for Pyral...Perhaps....*calls* Menzatyl! There's a roelplay in need of your assist...

[Tala]

((SOMEONE, Please post here!!!!!! This place is dying of inactivity!))

[Pyral]

Ooc: *sigh* I know...Life is so mean...

[Menzatyl]

((*glomps Pyral* Hello! I'm sorry I've been away for so long! It was dead, and I was bored, so I've let myself get infected with some random international forums/guild thing. Pyral, you know what I'm talking about. I got you on it, but you never logged back on. Anyway, enough of my ranting excuses! Back to the story!!))

Drawing close to where the Pyrahyc had...well, pretty much crashed into her sleeping spot, Menzatyl slowed down. How can one dragon...have murdered an entire clan? Her own kind, too. I wonder what they must have done...or what she had done... Lost in her thoughts, she landed and sat, absently staring at the other female dragon without truly seeing her.

[Neril]

Neril blinked her eyes open. Nothing had changed since the night before. Wearily she got up and stretched. She extended her wings and folded them up again. She was exhausted from the nights search for prey. She had not eaten in days and was several days away from any city or town. She liked the fact that she was all alone, but she hated that she had to hunt herself.
It had not been long since she lost her friend and battled for life. She missed Brightheart very much. She had been there for her. Brightheart had convinced her that there still joy and good in her life, when to her there was nothing left. She shook her head and walked toward the stream she knew was nearby. When she had found this place she made sure there was water around, even though there was not much water in it. There might be prey here, and if not she could use a drink before she set off again.

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She lifted her huge head to look where the sound of wing beats had come from. She saw two dragons, one seemed significantly hurt, the other didn't seem hurt at all. She decided she might as well have a look. She leaped into the air, her huge orange wings pumped once, twice, three times before she was well in the air for her to maneuver around. She flew toward the ridge where she had seen the other dragon fly toward.

She looked curiously at the other dragons from the air, not daring to land. She just stared at them, level with the ledge. Her eyes moved over the the one that seemed in deep thought and then over the other that was sleeping. The other Pyrahc dragon had deep cuts along it's front legs and chest. Was it just her or did this orange dragon have some ashes on it. Smokey, black marks that would come from fire.

[Tala]

((Yay! I'm back now!*flies around in joy.*Yes, someone posted!)))

The orange dragon shifted in her sleep, murmuring to shades of her past. "No... Why? Why don't you... fight? How could you let them... Why? Why are we... peaceful? Why don't you... Death, destruction, pain... Black, danger... Sadness, pain... Blood on the rocks.... pain!" Her eyes opened, glittering with unshed tears, even as hatred butned in Tala's heart. Her tail spike lashed the air, making it thrum with tension. The Pyrahyc dragon struggled to her feet, wings still spread out, making it difficult for her to stand. Once she managed to stand steadily on all fours, she furled her wings and glared and her wounds. Pain was necessary, to live... But why was she haunted? It had never happened before... She had always slept soundly, plotting her next kill. At the thought of death, her body was wracked with agony. It's not the wounds.. They would never hurt this much...It's as if it's in my heart, my soul... That's silly. I don't have a soul. I disposed of it long, long ago. She laughed, a rasping sound in the silence of the mountain. She was quite nearly insane, having turned against her heart a long time ago when she first started to kill needlessly. She didn't question why she killed. It was the one thing she was amazingly skilled at. Now, left alone, scorned by Pyral, tormented by her murdered clan, she didn't notice the two dragons near her.

[Neril]

Neril curious despite herself got a little closer to the other dragon," umm, are you okay there...."

[Tala]

Tala jerked, her head swivelling to face the other dragon. "Of course I am. Now, get away from me!" She snarled at the other, her tail spike lashing the air with a bright, intense, fury. ((Bleh. Muse gone:( ))

[Neril]

Neril stared at the dragon with fury brimming in her eyes. She was very quick to anger, herself and really did not like this dragon. It was just another bad egg in a world full of them.

[Tala]

Tala grabbed it with a talon and sniffed it. "Poison?" She asked, her claws scraping the arth dangerously. Her blue eyes focused on the opposite dragon. "Why did you give this to me?" She asked, her voice steady.

[Neril]

Neril stared at the other dragon for a moment and then turned and flapped her powerful wings, taking her away from the other dragons. She had not gone far, and was not much looking forward to traveling again, so she was slow and flapped her wings slowly, gliding as far as she could before she began to loose altitude.