Thread: The Dragon and the Princess (Wraith and LovinglyAmira)

Still stunned that her rather barbarian plan had worked, it had taken Lyra longer than it should to realize that alarms were sounding and she was now a target. She whipped her body around, looking as the guards charged on them, they stood little chance against such a large beast but fragile Lyra was another story. She hadnt thought this through but if she was going to go down by a humans sword she would do it with her pride intact. The bellowing roar for the dragon she had just freed vibrated through her bones, his pain and anger without words was now her own. She did not expect the creature to protect she didnt even hope for it, it was much longer suffered than she could feel its wrath building and a need for revenge. Then the dragon whipped its tail to guard her, she turned to look at its face now dripping with the blood of its slain victim. She should have been scared, its teeth were larger than her whole arm and it was taking out guards like they were made of torn parchment. Its large wing cradled around her like a shield and she knew that he had understood her broken human and was returning the favor. She turned her focus back to the humans trying to use her own magic to at least slow them, her father had often regarded the powers that plagued Lyra a curse. To feel so completely that she could embody the emotions of others, but it worked both ways. She took a deep breath, she focused her energy on calming the area around them. Attacks slowed, it wasnt perfect as she wasnt well practiced by any means. The slight disruption was enough to give her frenzied mind a break, only to hear something, Climb on my back. It was clear, it clearly wasnt her own thought taking a certain masculine tone and the obvious use of human language. She was hesitate to climb on the beasts back, but didnt see much of a choice. The effect of her magic only temporary she had to move quickly but she wasnt sure how to do this. She hiked up her gown, tieing her bag around her chest, now hands free she could climb up the dragon. She slipped at least once, before getting a handle on it and getting to the top. She threw her leg over, grabbing a firm hold onto one of the large spines that adored the dragons back. No part of her life had prepared her for this moment, she had only spent a hundred years in this realm but it had been locked mostly behind the safety of guards. She was left to her studies, only hearing about the horrors of the world outside second hand. She had to have been over a hundred-fifty years old before she saw a human, and it had been dead. Head severed from his body as he had tried to cross over into the safety of the elven lands. She remembered he looked under nourished, her mother had explained that the human king had starved his village but they couldnt let humans live there. They were unevolved and would only destroy the things around them no matter how harmless they might look. She tried to think of where they might go, North, go north towards the mountains. She shouted, all she knew is that no one dare travel there. It wasnt sure what was past the mountain range but no one had ever returned from there alive, but she was sure there were caves or something somewhere they could rest and regroup. She didnt know what motives the dragon had beyond his cage but she was sure he would at least be happy to be free of this. She was assuming he was male and the voice that had broken into her thoughts was his but she held judgement.