Post by Sydelle Rider on Jun 19, 2011 22:49:11 GMT
Sydelle looked over the gloomy countryside. She knew the actual coutnryside itself wasn't made of gloom. But the humid night air and the sensastion of something "other" nearby made it so. Her fear of the Kingdom of Night had long since ceased. It was probably the various weapons she had strapped to her body or the fact she was currently astride a dragon with fierce teeth and wicked claws. But the creatures of the dark realm had long since being the subject of her nightmares. That did not mean, however, that she was going to let them saunter over into other kingdoms. She and Stoick kept to the air, just barely over the border. Risky, she knew. But a few days ago this place had been teeming with vampires and worgens and know it was completely still. Too still.
Perhaps they have heard of us and they are on the run. Stoick thought with a sort of grim humor.
If only. Sydelle thought in return. She'd gotten used to sharing her thoughts with someone else, but there were still times she was disoriented. Like, for instance, when she's thinking about food and suddenly finds herself imagining chasing down a deer.
Not everyone can eat like prudes. Stoick reminded her. She smiled.
I'm aware. She replied. Doesn't mean I enjoy killing my meals. She'd been on patrol for long enough to continue this mental conversation, while keeping full watch on her surroundings.
The Kingdom of Night was named rightly. It was dark and overall spooky. It was as if the ground itself emanated the cruelty of those who treaded upon it.
Enough poetry. Stoick though gruffly. She frowned, confused as to why he was suddenly so tense. That is, until she saw it. Something moving. And it was moving toward the border. Stoick flew directly above...whatever it was. They wouldn't attack a Night citizen while they were in their own territory. The minute they stepped over the border however, they were fair game.
We need a better look. Stoick descended slightly. Sydelle was tense, her hands itching to curl around the hilt of a blade.
Could be nothing. She reminded herself. Could be an animal. Could be harmless.
Could be a Faerie princess come to grant us a wish. Stoick added sarcastically. He flew ahead. Keeping careful track. Whatever it was either didn't see them or didn't care, because it kept moving forward. There was a clearing up ahead, no more than ten feet from the border. If they were lucky, the creature would catch a glimpse of them and head back.
Stoick threw his head in a gesture akin to a human rolling their eyes.
Since when are we lucky?
Perhaps they have heard of us and they are on the run. Stoick thought with a sort of grim humor.
If only. Sydelle thought in return. She'd gotten used to sharing her thoughts with someone else, but there were still times she was disoriented. Like, for instance, when she's thinking about food and suddenly finds herself imagining chasing down a deer.
Not everyone can eat like prudes. Stoick reminded her. She smiled.
I'm aware. She replied. Doesn't mean I enjoy killing my meals. She'd been on patrol for long enough to continue this mental conversation, while keeping full watch on her surroundings.
The Kingdom of Night was named rightly. It was dark and overall spooky. It was as if the ground itself emanated the cruelty of those who treaded upon it.
Enough poetry. Stoick though gruffly. She frowned, confused as to why he was suddenly so tense. That is, until she saw it. Something moving. And it was moving toward the border. Stoick flew directly above...whatever it was. They wouldn't attack a Night citizen while they were in their own territory. The minute they stepped over the border however, they were fair game.
We need a better look. Stoick descended slightly. Sydelle was tense, her hands itching to curl around the hilt of a blade.
Could be nothing. She reminded herself. Could be an animal. Could be harmless.
Could be a Faerie princess come to grant us a wish. Stoick added sarcastically. He flew ahead. Keeping careful track. Whatever it was either didn't see them or didn't care, because it kept moving forward. There was a clearing up ahead, no more than ten feet from the border. If they were lucky, the creature would catch a glimpse of them and head back.
Stoick threw his head in a gesture akin to a human rolling their eyes.
Since when are we lucky?