forum Runner's Start (Private)

Started May 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Theresa Hunt, daughter of Zirion," Tessa said calmly.

"What is a son of a Dark Fae doing in our sacred forest?" the figure asked, making Runner squeam.
"It's a long story, trust me," he mumbled, already knowing the other members were emerging from the forest line around them.

Tessa rustled her wings again, baring her elongated fangs in a silent warning snarl as she looked around the place. She was tense, like a snake coiled and ready to strike if poked.

The figure stepped into the low light, revealing it's looks to them.

"We don't trust you," he said ominously, just as a dart shot through the air and embedded itself into Runner's neck.
He fell to the ground with a gasp, falling limp just before he could grab the dart from his neck.

"Hey!" Tessa shouted, the word laced with a slight hiss. She flared her wings, now fully exposing her fangs as she growled at the figure. "He's not the enemy!"

"Shut up, little dragon," the tribeman said walking towards the prone figure of Runner. "We know that you see this one as a burden. The demon will take him," he said, pointing to the head of the young half-Fae, "as a sacrifice to keep our tribe safe."

Tessa swiftly dropped down to the ground, landing on her feet, and marched up the tribesman. "First of all, I don't take orders from you. Second of all," She got into the man's face, eyes narrowed as her pupils narrowed to slits. "There will be no sacrificing," she growled.

"We will not let this war ruin this very land we swore to protect," he said, staring at Tess with solemn eyes. "It's a necessary sacrifice. You will understand this soon enough."

"Nope. Not gonna happen." She wasn't backing down. She stepped in between the tribesman and Runner, her tail curled around her and ready to fire the hot spikes.

"It's a shame someone with such beauty is blinded by ignorance," he said, not budging an inch. "Why do you care so much? His mere presence makes you frustrated. We've gone through your mind, young Theresa. You don't like this boy at all. Why even bother?"

"Because I have a particular dislike for senseless killing for the sake of self-benefit. I may not like him at the moment, but I don't like you even more. So back off and let us take care of the demon the productive way." She didn't budge either.

He shook his head, almost in disappointment. "Goodbye, Ms. Theresa."
A huge blast of energy seemed to engulf Tessa, holding her in place as the tribeman scooped the limp Runner into his arms and sprinted off into the forest. The energy lasted for almost a full 30 seconds to give the man a headstart before it released her, the sound of leaves rustling the only sign anyone was there.

Tessa roared in fury and took off after the tribesman. She still had both the man and Runner's scent. Her wings lifted her off the forest floor, flying just above the ground as she weaved in and out of trees. She silently thanked Cinthia for all of those ridiculously difficult flying lessons. She followed that invisible trail left by their scents, her predator instincts kicking in, taking over.

Even with the added weight of Runner, the man sprinted at a blinding speed, his legs churning n an incredible pace. Multiple tribesmen followed Tess from the grown, blow darts ready to fire.

For once, Tessa wished it was night time. She would be able to run faster in her smaller dragon form than her current flying speed. Intimidation and a constant form of armor were also handy. But she had to make do with what she had.

A tangle of trees obstructed her path, so she tucked her wings and just barely slipped between the narrow gap between two trunks. She flared her wings once more and put on more speed. He might be an ass, but he's my ass to deal with.

He might be an ass, but he's my ass to deal with.

(It's the start of something beautiful)

It was clear that Runner was beginning to stir, from the light flailing of his arms to the random pulse of magical energy that originated from his body. His captor, however, kept his iron rip as he ran, preventing Runner from freeing himself in his weakened state.

Frustrated with her inability to catch up because of these damn trees, she snarled and shifted into her battle form, hard scales and strong horns sprouting from a quick burst of Sunfire. She tore through trees and branches, flying as fast as she could. It wasn't like she liked him. It was a matter of pride. And right now, this mystery dude was seriously pissing her off with his blatant disregard for anything besides himself.

"MMmMMMMP-What!?" It was a coherent Runner, and very obviously pissed Runner. "the shit's going on?"
"Oh, shit," the tribesman said, stopping in his place as the half-Fae suddenly morphed into his dragon form.

Tessa emerged just then as well, a very animalistic growl emitting from her throat as she stared down the tribesman. Her clawed dragon's feet dug into the dirt. Her tail whipped back and forth. "You have one last chance before I send down someone you won't like," she snarled.

Runner's body twisted angrily around Tess, careful to not block her view of the tribesman as he flew.
"That boy is going to save our entire world!" the man shouted loudly, his face contorted with anger. "DO you want to be responsible for the death of us all?"

"A simple sacrifice isn't going to do jack shit when the time comes," she retorted. Her dragon was taking most of the control, her voice a strange mix of her normal voice and a growl that of a dragon's. "Agdrin doesn't want a sacrifice–he wants domination. A simple boy isn't going to satisfy his lust for bloodshed and power."

"He PROMISED!" The man shouted. "AND I WILL NOT LET YOU SCREW THIS UP FOR ME AND MY TRIBE!"
He lunged at the two, a knife pulled from the back of his pants. It was ill advised, to say the least.

Tessa grabbed the man and shoved him against a tree, heavily scaled arm pressed against his throat. "Knives plus dragon scales doesn't turn out very well for you."