~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~

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At the very peak of the mountain, hidden away in Tenebrae's previous den in the heart of Caronia, Jester sat vigil beside his dead leaders body. Unlike many, he knew, he was deeply saddened by the great warrior's passing. Tenebrae was the one who had brought him in as an exil from Pelendava and eventually made him his second in command. Everything he had in Caronia, was because of him. They had always been close, well, as close as an evil dictator and his second in command could be. And despite his temporarily divided loyalties, where Frill had come in between him Caronia, he had always maintained a large amount of respect and loyalty towards his leader.

So here he sat, mourning silently beside the body of his mentor... and friend.

Silvanus's tongue was lolling by the time he reached the edge of the peak, his eyes sparkling.
Although the air was chilled, he was baking. The long hike had turned his body into a furnace with it's often treacherous terrain.
Rather exhilarating in all, not that he planned to be doing it again any time soon.
*Describes the peak in great detail, etc, etc. :p *
Sticks and stones.... Where are your bones?


 Christina sank back to a sitting position, her shoulders hunched. She was so confused, she couldn't think... she could hardly move. Vaguely, in the back of her mind she could remember small bits about the attack, but it was so foggy that she didn't know if it was a dream or reality.

Voo rummaged through her shelves with reckless haste.
Bottles clinked and herbs flew as she proceeded to nab what she needed. So unorganized! Horsetail, some sort of antibiotic, a jar of water.
She dumped her stash into the large mortar that sat at the end of her workspace and gave it a few good pounds. It wasn't exactly her best work, but she doubted the dragoness would care.
Grabbing another roll of wrappings she fled her den, returning to the others and offering Christina the stone bowl.
"Here, Just take a few sips." She said gently, putting it to her lips.
 
"no why would he? he was very upset that I ruined his hunt though, even though he was the one who ruined my hunt. it seemed like he just wanted to pick a fight." niernen said shrugging his shoulders. "all I know about where he was from is that he ran north so I suspect thats where he lives" niernen said.
 
Silvanus's tongue was lolling by the time he reached the edge of the peak, his eyes sparkling.
Although the air was chilled, he was baking. The long hike had turned his body into a furnace with it's often treacherous terrain.
Rather exhilarating in all, not that he planned to be doing it again any time soon.
*Describes the peak in great detail, etc, etc.
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Sticks and stones.... Where are your bones?

Jester turned, sensing someone behind him. It was dark outside with no moon, and even darker inside the cave. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, listening for something that would confirm his suspicions. Nobody else should be up here, unless they were up to no good.
 
With a heavy heart, Camilla stepped out and onto the ledge above the large crowd of grieving dragons below. She had giving the farwell speech many, many times in her career as queen, but this one was different. Not only was Henry a very close friend, but the circumstances surrounding his death were beyond horrible. In front of her hung a large hammock which Henry's body lay, covered in flowers and things that the community wished to bury along with him. For the citizens sake, they had completely covered the body so that none could see the gruesome wounds that covered it.

"Citizens, warriors... guests of Pelendava." She tried not to let her voice crack, the last thing her city needed was to see her break down. They were already on the verge of panic after hearing of Frill's latest encounter, and she didn't blame them. The city was hardly safe anymore. "Henry's passing has left a hole in our hearts, too big to be filled with time, or consoling words. He was a kind, compasionate and loving mate, father and friend to many."

In the front row, Ruth's head bowed down until her nose was almost touching the ground. Both Amaria and Mayella, who were Henry's daughters, were standing on either side of her, and Mayella put a comforting wing around her mother's sagging shoulders. Alistair, his closest friend was standing behind them, his head bowed down as well. Samuel was near the edge of the crowd, murmuring comforting words to a young dragoness who had started to cry.


Frill maintained eye contact with her toes the throughout the entire speech.
Although, after it was over, she looked at the flower bathed Henry. He was the least deserving of this fate, it should be her there, under that fragrant blanket. After all, she had been the one in consorting with the enemy. But here she was, alive and pathetic.
Oh Henry, wherever you are, forgive me. I swear to you I'll kill them, as they killed you. I will learn how. I must, what is there left?
 
Jester turned, sensing someone behind him. It was dark outside with no moon, and even darker inside the cave. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, listening for something that would confirm his suspicions. Nobody else should be up here, unless they were up to no good.

There were many scents on the air, one close.
He heard a soft shuffle and grinned, that solved one problem. With one last sharp breath he strolled towards the opening, eyes locked on the darkness within.
 
Voo rummaged through her shelves with reckless haste.
Bottles clinked and herbs flew as she proceeded to nab what she needed. So unorganized! Horsetail, some sort of antibiotic, a jar of water.
She dumped her stash into the large mortar that sat at the end of her workspace and gave it a few good pounds. It wasn't exactly her best work, but she doubted the dragoness would care.
Grabbing another roll of wrappings she fled her den, returning to the others and offering Christina the stone bowl.
"Here, Just take a few sips." She said gently, putting it to her lips.
Christina tipped her head back, allowing the liquid to trickle down her throat. She coughed when some of it went down her windpipe, sending flying back out of her mouth. Her claws tightened into a tight fist at the bitter taste and she tried to pulled her mouth away from the bowl.
 
 Christina tipped her head back, allowing the liquid to trickle down her throat. She coughed when some of it went down her windpipe, sending flying back out of her mouth. Her claws tightened into a tight fist at the bitter taste and she tried to pulled her mouth away from the bowl.

Voo squinted to avoid getting splatted, holding the dragoness's head tight against the bowl, "Just a little more and I'll let you rest. I can keep this up all day if you don't!"
 
There were many scents on the air, one close.
He heard a soft shuffle and grinned, that solved one problem. With one last sharp breath he strolled towards the opening, eyes locked on the darkness within.
Jester followed Silv's movements by scent and sound, rather then sight. The entire cave was bathed in inky blackness, like a sheet rather then simply a lack of sight. "Silvanious." He greeted the intruding dragon coolly, not pleased that his vigil had been inturrupted. "What are you doing up here?"
 
Voo squinted to avoid getting splatted, holding the dragoness's head tight against the bowl, "Just a little more and I'll let you rest. I can keep this up all day if you don't!"
Christina squirmed and figeted, trying to get away. Her eyes squeezed shut and she moaned "No.. no more..."
 
Frill maintained eye contact with her toes the throughout the entire speech.
Although, after it was over, she looked at the flower bathed Henry. He was the least deserving of this fate, it should be her there, under that fragrant blanket. After all, she had been the one in consorting with the enemy. But here she was, alive and pathetic.
Oh Henry, wherever you are, forgive me. I swear to you I'll kill them, as they killed you. I will learn how. I must, what is there left?
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