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Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Chris catches the ball kinda, he jumps and falls back. He laughs as he watches Isabelle he smiles and feels himself smiling bigger, his heart beats harder. He is young and doesn't take much notice, as he gets back up he throws the ball back to her, as he watches her catch it. He claps and positions himself more and watches for the ball
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Are you okay? Isabelle asked as she looked at her friend, showed some great concern. She was sweating, breathing heavy but only because they were playing ball. Shrugging everything off she catches the ball then gently throws it back to him wondering if he was going to be okay. She had her days where she didn't really feel like herself but today wasn't one o those days, no matter what she would always be able to play with Chris.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

The two kids played catcher a while more, till their mothers came for them. Calling the two of them over, Chris catches the final throw and runs to Isabelle. Are we gunna tell our parents? He asked as he runs up to her, smiling. One hand free the other held the ball, Chris's shirt dirty after falling a few times catching the ball.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Tell them what? Isabelle asked looking a little confused her cheeks flushed because of all the playing she was doing, her breathing was still pretty heavy to. She could usually catch her breath after awhile but for some reason she was having some trouble, even as a baby she had some breathing problems. Her mother wrapped her arms around her, looked at Chris a little confused. What did you want to tell us? Make it quick because Isabelle needs to relax the rest of the day. Maria knew something was wrong with her little girl but every doctor gave her a clean bill of health, refused to run any tests which inferiated her.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Chris blinked and looked scared and confused. Looking to his mom and back to Isabelle he took his mothers hand and held it. She said she was my girlfriend... Chris said quietly as he looks back to her is she okay? Is this my fault....mommy? Chris asked quietly as he looks to the parents.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

awe that's sweet. But no Chris it's not your fault, I'm sure she'll be fine don't worry. Let's go inside, get cleaned up for dinner. His mother said as she watched Maria take Isabelle inside, she prayed the child would be okay for her son's sake. Isabelle laid down as soon as her mom got her inside, she was feeling okay but looked a little more flushed then normal. She coughed, rolled over reaching for her inhaler then went back to sleep hopinf Chris wasn't to worried about her.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

He was told not to worry, and it wasn't his fault. So Chris didn't though he felt like his parents seemed sad, he wasn't fully sure why. He asked a few time if he could go over, but got No's giving up Chris goes to his room and plays with his toys, occasionally pausing wondering about Isabelle.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Isabelle was still resting peacefully, she had eaten some supper so her belly was full. She was still to young to have a phone or use the Internet, when her mom walked in to check on her. Sitting up she looked at her mother, pouted a little becaus she wanted Chris to know she wax okay. Maria sighed, smiled picking up the phone to call Chris for her daughter, tell him that Isabelle wanted him to know she was okay.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Chris was beginning to get bored as his mother came in and offered him a phone. He takes it and speaks, finding out that Isabelle was doing well, and that she wanted him to know she was well. Chris thanks her, and wishes Isabelle to feel even better tomorrow so he could come over. He hangs up, and asks his mother if they can bake some cookies to bring over tomorrow. Smiling she agrees and takes her son to the kitchen the two begin to make some cookies for their neighbours, and his girlfriend.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Isabelle was really excited about getting to see Chris but she was told she would have to rest on the couch, wasn't allowed to move. She sighed as she did what she was told, laid down on the couch with several blankets on because her mother didn't want her to be cold. This was the first time she'd gotten like this in awhile, as many times as she went to the doctor they never knew what was wrong. She had spent four weeks in the hospital with a upper respiratory infection then, doctors never found out why so she was basically a medical mystery.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Chris was up first thing in the morning, he was dressed and showered ready to go over with the cookies they made. His mother all ready up and dressed, she smiled at liked how cute her son was being, but she felt sadness in the uncertainly of Isabelle. The both of them leave, and walk across the yards and knock on the door, Chris holding the plate of cookies, as the two of them wait to be let in. It was beginning to get chilly as Fall was fast approaching.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Maria opened the door, had made sure her little girl looked presentable for her friend. She opened the door, ushered them in. Isabelle was awake but not sitting up so she positioned herself to sit up, coughed a few times but smiled when she saw Chris. She wanted to jump off the couch so she could give him a hug but her mother wouldn't let her, she looked nice with her hair braided wearing a track suite because her mother didn't want her to get to dressed up considering her age plus with her coughing like she was she wanted her daughter to be comfortable if they had to rush to the hospital suddenly.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

The first thought for Chris was to run to Isabelle, but as he took a step his mother placed a hand on his shoulder, telling him to be nice and gentle. Chris nodded and handed off the cookies taking two away. He walks to Isabelle and sits next to the couch and offers her a cookie. My mom and I made you cookies, they are great...you should try it. Chris said as he sat on his knees and kept close to his young friend. I hope you get better I'm sorry if I made you sick yesterday... Chris said quietly, as he are his cookie, careful not to make a mess
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

'' I'll try one later I really don't feel like eating right now, you didn't make me sick. Chris I have something I need to tell you, promise me you won't get upset. This isn't easy for me, well um.. Before we moved here I was in, out of the hospital with respiratory infections. Doctor's never found out what was causing them, to this day they don't what makes me sick. I'm not getting any better.'' Isabelle said as she frowned, looked at her friend because she knew that last part would really upset him. She watched her mother leave the room, go into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee desperately trying to hold back the tears.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

It wasn't that he would be upset, more he didn't fully understand. Chris took her cookie and ate it, he then stood up, the couch could fit two young kids. He got on the couch, and laid next to Isabelle. There if you have to lay down, I'll lay down with you. Chris said as he smiled, he reaches and hugs her gently. He looks around then to the tv, wanna watch tv? Chris asked as he rolls a bit and his his back to her front
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

The village surrounding the castle was up to its usual hustle and bustle, the people moving about to work and play. The morning air was brisk, and it was a clear blue sky above. Perfect weather, ordinarily the start to a great day for the people. That blue sky made it hard to see what was approaching, until the large shadow could be seen travelling along the ground. It was sudden, for a moment everything was calm and normal, the next it was chaotic as the people realized what had come to them. The blue had hidden it until it was close enough, as it landed no one seemed to know how to react. The huge reptile, wings spread out to land before folding along his back, perched on the wall surrounding the city. A blue dragon, long neck sticking up to blow blue flame in a flume toward the sky, then looked back to the people with a grin. It was time for another in a long line of regular appearances, the set up of an incident every noble family went through. It was a sign of power, wealth, to have a dragon come and take the heiress of your family. There actually wasn't much anger or violence involved, as one might think. Truth was, it was all a big show, more like a business. Not officially of course, but just how things were. A dragon took the princess and treasure, fighting his way to her, took her back to his lair, waited a while, then put up a fight against the knight or hero that came to rescue her, giving him some of the dowry. Everyone wins. Content with scaring the peasantry, his large blue wings spread out wide and he lifted off again from the wall. It was time for the real part of the deal, the main event. Gliding close to the city, he let out another roar that shook the Earth beneath him. Arrows from the few guard towers he passed shot towards him, a sharp turn with his wings sent out a gust that deflected them easily. Close to the castle, he shot up into the sky, hovering for a moment to cast a shadow over the grounds and the ones gathering to defend it. His sharp teeth shined in a flashy grin, coming down to the ground to land before the tall towers of the keep. You know why I am here, do not be fools and lose your lives in a pointless fight, he called out to the knights and guards rushing to attack him. Standing on his arms and legs, he was easily the height of a few men standing on each other. His size and strength, it would take a very skilled fighter to stand any sort of chance, he guessed these ones wouldn't be the people coming to retrieve his captive. Blowing out another blast of blue flame, several of them were knocked back and aside. Always good to have some fun, hm?
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

It was actually a bit of work. He could tear through these men with ease if he truly wanted to, his muscular arms, sharp claws, and the blue flame that shot from his mouth would make short work of a few guys that had just learned to pick up their sword. That was simple. It was using those things, knocking them away, and doing it without really hurting any of them too badly, that was the challenge. Sure, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, he was a dragon. That didn't get you the invitation from the next maiden's rich father, the next big dowry to add to the collection. The humans were lucky dragons were obsessed with treasure, just hoarding as much as they could. It was something innate within them, their instincts had it right alongside eating and reproducing hoard as much gold, gems, and treasure as you could. It was a status symbol, it made you go down in legend when you were the beast with the biggest trove. More blue flame erupted from his mouth as he lifted off again, deciding to make it a little fun with a few dives as he fought his way through to the tower where she'd be. Flying off and gliding down a few times, he left a few charred lines through the grounds with his fire, gusts of wind knocking back the men. He let out a guttural laugh, landing on the castle and gripping into it with his long claws. All right, now for the final act. He found the spot, the usual tallest tower nonsense, and with another roar, tore through the stone to see the young woman. His large head poked into the hole, sharp, yellow eyes staring her down and piercing into her. Whoever came to save this girl and succeeded would be quite happy. She was beautiful, elegant. Hello, my dear, care for a ride? he said, teasing a bit to drag it out some.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Calarel sighed as she could hear the fighting outside, her father's guards putting on a good show, so that word would be carried all around about how hard her father fought to keep his daughter. Sure she must be valuable or very beautiful, or both, for him to put in so much effort. She was, of course, both, and she knew that her father was paying handsomely for the dragon to make it difficult for some one to get her, he wanted to make sure his daughter got married to some one rich and powerful that would benefit him. So she sat and waited, jumping a little as there was a loud roar and the stone wall was torn a part, revealing a dragon with dazzling blue scales and piercing gold eyes. Calarel just sat as she had been though, trying to look undisturbed. She even managed to give the dragon a disapproving glare, If I must, she sniffed, standing and smoothing her dress before she grabbed her bag. This whole farce was just ridiculous. And she wasn't going to waste her time pretending like there was anything to it. She eyed him dubiously, walking over cautiously. She knew dragons were big, but it was something else to see one in person. Come on then, she sighed, waiting for him to move so that she could climb up onto his back, which Calarel did carefully, settling in the dip of his shoulders, straddling his back and glad that her mother had made her wear a pair of bloomers under her dress, she couldn't imagine it would be comfortable having his scales scraping against her bare legs.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

The beast snorted. Her attitude made it obvious she wasn't into the pomp of the whole event. Yes, you must, he said bluntly. He was getting paid for it, and he didn't disappoint. Yes, everyone knew it was essentially a game, all a nice show for when your daughter was of marrying age. He still liked it when they pretended to be scared, had a bit of fun with it. This all seemed to just be an annoyance to her, which when you thought about it, really was. Being kidnapped, spending a few days off with some dragon when she could be doing whatever maidens did with their time. He liked to have fun with it though, and typically got a bit more than the original bargain. Got everything? Didn't forget your favorite dress? he teased, giving a light chuckle as the girl climbed onto him, finding a good spot to sit and hang on. Once she was settled, he reached back into the room, grabbing the bags with the dowry, the treasure. It was unfortunate that half would be going to her new husband, but there was still a very good amount here. A nice addition to the hoard. And we're off! he called out, leaping back from the tower, wings cast out and flapping as he took off. Just for another bit of showiness, he let out a loud roar, another plume of blue flame from his mouth before heading back to the mountain where his lair was. He was fast, and soon enough he was zipping between around the hills and to the largest peak. An opening, a large cavern was his entrance, and he landed a little ways inside. Soon enough they came upon his hoard, the mounds and mounds of gold, gems, coins, silver, everything he'd collected. Tossing the bags onto one of the mounds, coins scattering as they hit. He laid down, close to the ground so she could dismount safely. Hope you enjoy your stay, he said to her, curving his neck to look to her.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Calarel glared at the dragon's question about her favorite dress, letting out an annoyed scoff and not bothering to answer him. She sat on his back, trying to look as dignified as she might if she were riding a horse, but as soon as the dragon took off she let out a startled noise and had to grab onto the beast, wrapping her arms around the dragon's thick neck, covered in scales and muscle, holding on tightly. His roar made her wince and then glare, Must you do that? She shouted over the hiss of the wind in her ears, her long red hair whipping around her head. She just held on as the dragon flew, surprised by how fast he was, and finding that she actually enjoyed the ride a little. She had never flown on anything before, it was a slightly terrifying but surreal experience. Calarel mostly gazed down at the ground as it whipped by, the hills and trees, until they were in the mountains. When the dragon landed, she sat up, quickly trying to straighten her hair, though it looked far more wind-whipped than it had when he had 'kidnapped' her. Calarel was a bit of a walking contradiction, she looked down on the nobility a great deal, but she was still at times proud and vain. As he laid down for her to get down she did, climbing off his back carefully and straightening her dress. She looked up at the dragon as he spoke, making soft, slightly disinterested noise. Oh yes, I'm so excited to be here, she told him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. And where is it exactly that you'll be keeping me until my knight in shining armor comes to 'rescue' me? She asked, once again her tone very sarcastic, though not so much as before as it was a legitimate question.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Well we're delighted to have you, the beast said, layering his words with a tone to match hers. If she wasn't interested in making pretend, he wouldn't make the effort. Once she was off he stood back up, looking out over his hoard to give it a once-over. Doubting that anything was missing, still he had a need to check. Anyone that knew this was here should be smart enough to not try anything while he was away so there wasn't really a need to worry about it. Still, that attitude was exactly how something might go missing and he'd never realize it. So, he scanned the cavern, nodding as the mounds appeared to be the same. Oh, only the best for you, my dear, he called out, coming back down to the floor, large neck cast down to look her in the eyes. His tail moved back and forth as he smirked, taking her in for a moment. She really was beautiful, he was a bit proud to be the one to kidnap her. Sure, most of them were pretty, he could appreciate true beauty when it was before him though. That sass might wear thin quick for her lucky husband though, what more to her was there, he wondered. As he looked at her, his body started to shift. She would notice the large scales along his abdomen and neck starting to creak and shrink, bones bending and cracking as they shifted and became smaller. A slight air of magic could be felt as his body transformed, arms and legs shortening, head morphing to be more human-like. After a couple of moments he stood before her a different dragon, like some sort of hybrid between their two species. He looked the same, blue scales, piercing golden eyes, lighter blue wings on his back, claws along his fingers and toes, but he stood on two legs, had a more human like head, not a longer-shape as before. He rolled his neck, cracking it to get the kinks out from his transformation. All set, he turned and started walking towards another part of the lair, a smaller cavern. This way. No servants here, by the way, so if you want your bags to come along, bring them.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Calarel rolled her eyes a little at his equally sarcastic response, giving him a bit of a glare for his trouble. She stepped back a bit as he lowered his head to look her in the eye, frowning at him, before she blinked as he began to change right before her eyes. She took another small step back, startled, until he finally stood in front of her on two legs, not four. He was somewhere between human and dragon, though still very tall, and still possessing the blue scales and gold eyes from before. She hadn't known that dragons could do that! She could only stare at him for a moment, before he was walking away, telling her to follow with her bag. She grabbed it up and went after him, staring at him a little still as she followed. After a moment though she shook her head a little, telling herself to stop staring like an idiot. So, do you have a name? she asked him, Or should I just call you 'dragon', or whatever comes to mind? Calarel asked him, her tone still slightly sarcastic, though not as biting as before.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

His head turned to the right, looking back to her as they walked. He pulled his wings back, folding them as much as he could to not block the sight of her. While the rest of his body had gone through quite the change with his shapeshifting, his wings had basically just become smaller, still keeping their shape and span, scaling through of course. Ah, yes. Introductions, hard to do with the unique way we met. I am called Tossik. What shall I call you in our time together? he asked, continuing to lead them along the tunnel away from the main chamber. It got smaller as they went, starting off large and wide, narrowing down to be like a wide hallway in the castle. Soon enough the tunnel opened up to another wide cavern, though not nearly the size of the main room where his hoard rested. This actually seemed to be more like a living quarters, with actual furniture resting around it, two beds off to the side, a kitchen like area, even some decor to give the space some personality. You can sleep there, he said, pointing to one of the beds, then motioned to another tunnel off the one they'd entered. Through there is a spring, handle any hygienic needs there, he added, then moved to his own bed and took a seat. Might not be as nice as the castle you're used to, but I've made it my own.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

My name is Calarel, she told him, not bothering with titles or insisting he called her 'lady' or something like that. She had a feeling that even if she wanted him to, he wouldn't, and she didn't want him to in particular so there was no point in trying to make him. She followed Tossik down the tunnel until they were in a wide cavern that looked to be where he lived. There was even something of a kitchen and some furniture, as well as a couple of beds. She looked at the one he indicated was for her, then looked where he pointed for a spring, then back to the dragon. It will do, she told him simply as he said it wasn't as nice as the castle. The young woman sighed and put her bag on the bed that was to be hers while she stayed here, then frowned a little, her hands on her hips as she looked at Tossik with arched brows. So, now what? I just sit here and wait for some fool on a horse to come and challenge you? Calarel asked him, obviously unimpressed with this whole thing. She sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the dragon, unhappy to be here, unhappy to be in this whole thing, it was so pointless, and she didn't have any say in it. She would be marrying a man she knew nothing about, and if it turned out that she hated him, then oh well.