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Camrie

Grass. Fucking everywhere. What Feraen wouldn't give for a half decent tree to shade beneath, rest his weary legs. He supposed perhaps that he could have ridden Dugal all this way- but the sun shone hot this day, and the large brown warg was too overheated to carry more than Fer's few extra weapons. His fur was like a furnace. Normally, the huge werewolf would have left him in the serenenian forests with his merchant wagon, but he needed someone to carry the slave.

Gods, slavery was such a hellstorm.

When you force a poor soul into doing all sorts of terrible things, live in squalor, abuse... Well, they didn't like it, to say the least. Opression leads to rebellion. This, Feraen Delastric knew to the depths of his cursed soul. And rebellion meant a girl stealing a dragon and flying off with it. At least, that was the story that her previous masters had told when they hired him to seek her out- and the stolen beast. Personally, he doubted that a dragon would do anything against its own will, but it was not his place to question. Especially when merchant sales had been running low on his little corner of Serendipity. He needed the coin this assignment brought, and if it meant defecating all over his morals to get it, well, so it must be.

Overhead, his other companion, a rare colored Phoenix with plumage of greys and varying blues, soared with determination, wide wings spread, and bright golden eyes scouring the grassland ahead for their target. He didn't know how his hired bosses expected him to bring down a dragon, but nomads had reported seeing the creature flying overhead sometime earlier that day.

Feraen was dressed in simple hide and fur breeches that reached only to his lower thighs, adorned with crude iron buckles. He held a battleaxe in one big pawlike hand. Other than this, he was without clothing.

Who needed shirts and other sweaty, ridiculous things when you were covered in fur?

His muscles were on display, covered in a rippling coat of shining mahogany and tan, marred by many thick scars. He could be called quite attractive, if you were into wolfmen. His thick ruff and cropped, pointed ears were alert and on end, his bright eyes darting from one ripple of long grass to the next. His gaze would travel from earth to sky every so often, to cover all the bases.

In truth, he didn't know when or if he would encounter the slave and her beast, but with a shake of his head, he resigned himself to the search.






OOC: sorry if it's long! :D

@DragonSong

DragonSong

Kyoko was jerked from sleep as she dragon curled around her jerked her head up and snorted, eyes narrowed and hackles starting to raise.

"Se'zeh?" She sat up quickly, winding slightly as her body protested being curled up and stationary so long. "What is it?"

Strange scent. A flash of wariness jolted through her. Getting closer. Hunting.

The dragoness was still too young to communicate in more human sentences, but Kyoko understood her meaning fine. They were being tracked.

With a muttered curse, she swung herself up into the dragon's back. "Come on, we need to move," she hissed, leaning low over her neck. Se'zeh snorted and jolted to her feet, starting off into the trees, tail and body held low.

They'd flown nearly the whole night, and the poor thing was exhausted, she couldn't even fly. Koko hated to push her so hard, but they didn't really have another option.

Camrie

Feraen's gaze darted upward with a jolt as Diaval let loose a quiet cry, swooping low over his master to alert him before switching direction, bright eyes intent. The large wolfman took a breath and lowered his body, snapping his thick fingers twice as a signal to Dugal- the great warg gave a snort and sunk into a crouch, following close behind Fer until they- finally- reached a cope of trees along the edge of the huge field expanse. He made hand gestures for the beast to wait, and ducked into the welcoming shade with his body tensed and alert. His ears, swiveling atop his head, caught faint snaps just out of eyeshot.

He waved his arm above him to bring Diaval towards him, and the Phoenix flew near him, keeping close. The trio was so much of a well oiled team that no verbal commands need be spoken. It was especially useful for jobs like this, when the element of surprise was needed.

His massive hind paws fell with only sift thuds, his steps practiced and skillfully quiet. His short tail waved gently behind him, and he kept his battle axe held with its edge towards the earth. He was to bring both woman and beast back unharmed, if at all possible. The blade was simple insurance. He wasn't about to tussle with a dragon, even a small one, without backup. He caught a flash of blue, and his body halted as if he were made of ice. He was still as stone, his chest barely rising and falling. A skilled hunter, indeed. But was he skilled enough? He glanced at Diaval, and the intelligent bird flew above the trees to retrieve the warg from his wait. They would need his aid for this.

Feraen slowly eased forward, the tail end of the small dragon eventually coming into view. She was a beautiful beast, but the woman astride her was even more so. He shook his head. He pitied her. If all went well, she would be forced back into labor. What a damn shame, there.

His ears pinned, and as his massive beast padded finally back to his side, the Phoenix in tow, he gave them a curt nod, and shot from the bushes with grace and speed that was out of place for his mass. His body rippled with strength as he charged the beast from behind, using all fours- long arms propelling him forward, easily keeping his battle axe from slicing him open. His lips curled over large fanfs, and his chest gurgled with a feral growl as he leapt at the woman and her dragon.


DragonSong

Se'zeh sensed the attack a moment too late, whirling with a roar and a swipe of her talons. She missed the creature that had sprung for them, but managed to duck enough that Kyoko was thrown out of the way of the strike.

The ex-slave nearly slid from the dragon's back, grabbing at the small spikes that ran down her spine to keep her seat. Her other hand flew to the dagger at her hip and she drew it, slashing in a wide arc toward their attacked, more a move of defense than anything else.

Se'zeh skittered to the side, snarling, and spat a jet of fire over her shoulder. Kyoko finally managed to focus on what was happening in front of her.

What the hell was that?! "Se'zeh, run!"

The dragon snorted and spun to dart into the trees, tail snapping out behind her like a whip.

Camrie

Feraen's first assault was dodged, and he snarled as the girl was shifted out if his grasp. The woman slid, gripping the dragon's spikes to keep herself aboard, producing a dagger that she swung with enthusiasm towards the werewolf who had attacked her. The man had hit the ground, dirt flying as he skidded into a spin, ears back. He leapt backwards from her strike, but the edge of the knife caught on the flesh of his shoulder, and he bellowed his pain to the winds, mind fogging just slightly.

No, he thought, shaking himself out of the slight blood haze, I must have ckntrol. I must keep my head.

The dragon spat fire towards him, and he had to drop his weapon to jump away from the flames. It didn't matter. He wasn't supposed to hurt them, anyway. But they didn't know that. The huge warg at his back flung himself past him, bolting straight for the winged creature as she attempted to flee.

Feraen followed close behind, using his pet's broad back as a springboard to try and tackle the dragon, meaty paws wide to grasp the scaled flesh. He growled ferociously, eyes fiery with determination. Above the chaotic scene, Diaval screeched, looking for any openings in case the bird needed to dart in and add to the confusion.

"Dugal, theóyn!"
He roared, since the warg couldn't see his hand commands- not that he had his hands free, anyway.

The chocolate toned beast began to shove at the dragon's ankles, attempting to trip her up.

DragonSong

Se'zeh couldn't fly. Well, she could, but not while she was carrying a passenger. Kyoko had about ten seconds to make a decision. Fuck.

Trying not to think about what she was doing, she flung herself from the dragon's back, hitting the ground hard and rolling. Something in her arm popped and she cried out, then she was on her feet again.

Se'zeh had skidded to a halt, calling out for her with a desperate squawk, eyes wide and tail lashing. For a few brief moments she'd be able to keep her body between her rider and their attackers, but it wouldn't last long.

"Fly, Se'zeh, fly!" Kyoko threw her arms up at her and the dragon reared back, keening as she beat her wings to keep her balance. Kyoko staggered under the sudden wind.

Little sister-

"I know, but you have to go." I love you too. I won't let them take you back. GO! Without waiting for a proper answer she turned and dashed into the trees, hearing Se'zeh's mournful call echo in her ears even as the dragon finally gave in and launched herself into the air.

She would follow her from the air, she knew. But at least now the dragon had the chance to get away, even if she was caught.

Camrie

Feraen's momentum skidded him across the dirt, slamming his already bleeding shoulder into a thick tree root. He roared, tearing to his feet to catch up to the dragon as a blur of color tumbled from it's back. His eyes darted between them, coming to a painful halt as dirt sprayed. His arms were held side, body low and tense. What did he do now? The beast kept between him and the girl, crying out for the woman and rearing back into the air. He couldn't quite tell what was going on-

The dragon rose to the skies, wailing for her master. Feraen snarled, the warg finally catching up to them. Dugal scented the air, lips curled. With aid from the warning squawk of the Phoenix, the trio was off, whirling after the woman who could just hardly be seen weaving through trees. The werewolf felt the pain in his shoulder intensify as he tried to chase after her. The agony was nearly crippling. Probably dislocated- but he had no time to worry over it now. He had a job to do.

He and his pets split up, steadily gaining on the girl ahead, until her scent filled his sensitive nose. He caught the gleam of her dark hair in the sun, and growled as Dugal whipped ahead of her, blocking her path beneath the tree cover. The big beast flowered, threteningly bearing his teeth and large tusks. Fer caught up, Diaval swooping ahead of him. He halted, big paws spread to allow for quick reaction. His voice was rough with pain and annoyance as he spoke, his tone threatening, but placating. He didn't want to harm her.
"If you come now, there will be no more trouble for you or your beast. Not from me."
His voice was deep and baritone, with a hint of odd curling accent.
"I would advise that you stand down."
His features were tense, hard as steel. If she attacked him, payroll be damned, he'd defend himself. But he had no wish to harm an innocent, especially when she suffered enough at the hands of slavers.

Dugal snarled for emphasis, the pheonox ablaze with bright green and blue flames.

DragonSong

Kyoko darted through through the trees, zigzagging wildly in a futile attempt to lose her pursuers. Her knife was clutched so hard her knuckles had gone white; she could hear the solid thuds of Se'zeh's wingbeats above the trees, and she gritted her teeth and cursed silently. The damn dragon would get herself caught, and this would all be for nothing.

With a desperate, wordless cry, she skidded to a halt and tried to veer to the side as the massive wolf-creature blocked her path.

She whirled when her attacker spoke, a snarl firmly twisting her lips. Honestly, she was surprised that he could speak at all- his mouth didn't look suited for it- but she shoved the thought from her mind.

"Bullshit." She looked from one creature to the next, clutching her blade desperately. She'd heard a slaver's spiel before. "No more trouble" my ass.

Teeth bared, she raised the blade into a defensive position. "Touch me and I'll slit your damn throat."

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