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This is a lot of Kara searching through Rayne's past memories using blood magic.
CRAZY! I know.
This part's going to be a lot longer than its predecessor lol although there's a little more going on.
MIIIIINE.
~Angel~
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
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Kara knew when the dragon and Rayne were nearby, placing a tracing spell on any and all who traveled within her barrier which encompassed the forest and her home. Once they passed through it, she quickly washed her paws and headed inside from her garden. She grabbed a small silver knife and a hex bag ready for him, knowing she would really only have one chance to question Rayne and find out the truth. She trusted Rayne up until she saw the fear in Salena's eyes, the hatred. Rayne didn't seem anything like her father, but Kara wouldn't chance her life. She kept hearing Salena's words buzzing in her head, Lord Bywren's daughter, poison her the next time she comes, she will burn your home to the ground. The words clashed with the image of Rayne she knew, or thought she knew. She felt as if she were being tricked, but at the same time she knew the magics of all living things, the world and its ethereal connections brought this girl to Kara. Wanted Kara to help her.
She then decided to give Rayne a chance to explain herself, to question the tigress and hopefully find the truth about her father, what-if any plots she might have.
She stepped out into the mid-afternoon light and stood just beyond the small fence, waiting for the pair to come into her sight.
It didn't take long, hearing their voices first in an animated conversation, before spotting the fluorescence of Rayne's now bulging belly and the tiger and dragon behind. She stood firm, watching Rayne's face smile as she waved excitedly at Kara. The dragon looked less than pleased to be returning, looking away from Kara like she were uninteresting.
“Good afternoon!” Rayne yelled, before she pulled something out of a bag Kara couldn't see. Kara's eyes grew when she saw the dark but potent power of the Night's Orchid appear out of nothing. She found one!
Kara shook herself mentally, it wasn't the time for such frivolous thoughts. Want was going to have to wait when need took over.
“I found one!” Rayne exclaimed as she trotted a bit forward, ahead of the dragon who hunched like a child, pouting. “I had a hard time finding it but I found one!”
Rayne stopped a foot in front of Kara, grinning from ear to ear. Kara's doubts doubled, but she had to know the truth.
“Who is your father?” Kara asked, ignoring Rayne's offering of the Night's Orchid. Rayne frowned, her smile vanishing and replaced with confusion.
“I don't know,” Rayne answered. Kara's eyes narrowed, pulling the hex bag from her pocket and threw it to the ground. A great flash of magic flared around them, a burst of wind passed over their fur but the wind knocked the dragon several feet back, a barrier now formed around Rayne and Kara the dragon wouldn't be able to pierce.
Kara grabbed Rayne's paw as she turned to check on her dragon lover, Kara taking the chance and pulling the small knife from her pocket. She sliced the blade along Rayne's palm, before opening her own as Rayne let out a yell of pain. Before Rayne could pull her paw away, Kara grasped it with her own, mashing the wounds together, closing her eyes in a search for the truth of the word “father”. Kara's blood flowed through Rayne, blocking out the dragon's roaring, the struggle of Rayne's own body to pull free of the bond.
A memory appeared, looking through a child's eyes as she peered around a slightly open door, light leaking through its cracks.
She saw a tiger and tigress at an old wooden table, the tiger—Uncle—came to mind in the memory—sitting. The tigress—mother—standing as she set another new candle on the table top. Uncle was orange and black and white with sand colored hair. Mother—momma was the same. She didn't look like them, she always wondered why.
“What if she starts asking?” Uncle Ryre grumbled at momma. He was angry, but he was never angry. Why was he angry?
“Then you tell her to come to me,” Momma answered, putting her paw down hard and making the table jump, the candle swaying a little in its stand.
“You can't keep avoiding it. She has a right to know—”
“She's not your cub, Ryre!” Momma snapped, “I can't tell her what happened! She's too young to understand that—”
Momma went silent.
“That her father's a monster?” Uncle Ryre growled again. Momma turned away from Uncle Ryre, covering her mouth like she did when she got mad. She always said it was to keep from blurting things out—mean things.
“I will talk to her when I know its right,” Momma responded, turning back to Uncle. “She's only six. I can't tell her...”
Momma spotted her, the eye ducking behind the door quickly. She heard momma's footsteps and the door opened all the way.
“Can't sleep, little Rayne?” Momma asked. She nodded a few times before momma picked her up...
Then there was blinding pain when something hit her temple, white speckles of light shooting through her vision as she fell to her knees. Only a little taller and outside on the road, she heard the mocking voices of other children yelling at her, throwing more stones in her direction.
“You're a BASTARD!”
“You don't have a father!”
“Your dad didn't want you!”
She felt the blood trickle down her face as she put her arms above her head to block the other rocks. What had she done? She hadn't done anything to them. Why did they hate her so much?
“OI~! YOU LITTLE HELLIANS!” Uncle's voice yelled, before the rocks stopped and she heard the scared steps run off. She didn't move, even when Uncle Ryre touched her back she didn't move. She didn't dare.
Then the darkness surrounded her, and morphed into scrolls and books, stacks and stacks of them. She was sitting at a table as an old badger in the Order of the Sun's Light robes approached her. Brother—Brother Tobias held a candle down to look at her as she slumped over her studies. Her temple pounded terribly, it still tender and aching from where the stone had hit it.
“What happened to you?” Brother Tobias asked in shock. She looked up at him, before back down to the book of arithmetic before her.
“Other kids,” she muttered. Brother Tobias pulled the book out from under her arms and chin, sitting across from her and resting the candle between them. “Brother?”
“Mmhm?” he nodded gently to her.
“If my father was a monster...does that make me one? Is that why the other kids hate me?” she questioned, eyes focusing up on the brown eyes of her teacher.
“Let me tell you something, Rayne,” Brother Tobias stated with a quirked grin on his long muzzle. “Your father could be the god of all the Hells, and you would never be a monster. Those children...they're afraid of what they don't understand, and they don't understand where you came from. Sadly for them, they will never see beyond the end of their own little noses, staying in the same house until their parents die and have children and grand children of their own, still stuck. They are afraid of everything because their parents are afraid, as their parents were afraid...do you see what I'm saying?”
“...That I'm different?” Rayne asked.
“That you, child, are going to be able to understand so much more than they ever will,” Brother Tobias answered, putting a finger on her forehead. “Because YOU understand what its like to be different. Let me ask you something, would it matter who your father was? Would you suddenly change into one of those children who throws rocks at others that they're scared of?”
“No,” she shook her head and sat up straighter. “I wouldn't throw rocks at any body!”
“Would you stay inside your Uncle's house and never look at a book again? Never imagining other lands—oceans—even skies?”
“No!” Rayne said in an exasperated tone.
“Then why would it matter who your father was, hm?” Brother Tobias stated, pulling the basket he had brought with him up onto the table and lifting the cloth up to reveal newly picked strawberries. “Why care what those who will always live in fear, think?”
“Because I want them to stop throwing things at me,” Rayne admitted, taking one of the strawberries and eating it slowly. The old badger took one as well, thinking carefully.
“We might have a word with Brother Roffus,” Brother Tobias thought aloud. “He could teach you how to dodge the rocks at least. But first, we need 25 strawberries for our division work...”
She had a small bow and quiver on her shoulder, but waited for her mother to turn around in the larger kitchen. She was taller again, feeling old enough to ask her mother about the furson known as her father. The room had four windows and a small split back door, a larger wooden topped island with two stoves and two ovens all made of old iron with long pipes leading through the ceiling. Her mother had the whole place filled to the brim with plants and herbs, all ready for the meals she was supposed to cook for the day for the temple. When her mother was still too busy washing the carrots and potatoes in the large basin, she stood straighter and called,
“Momma?”
“Yes, Rayne?” her mother responded, but didn't turn around and kept working away.
“I...I wanted...to ask you...about my—father,” she finally blurted out. Her mother's back straightened as her tail slowly grew in size. She cleaned the last of the vegetables in paw before grabbing a cloth to dry off, turning to look at her.
“Alright,” her mother nodded a little. “But before I can do that, I need to get breakfast ready. Can you get three rabbits for the stew for lunch while I finish up?”
“You promise you'll tell me about him?” she asked her mother nervously, “I won't forget.”
“I know you won't,” her mother smiled a little sadly, “And we'll talk while the stew boils, alright?”
“...Okay,” she answered, before turning and opening the split door and slipping into the morning light.
She had her three rabbits tied together and slung over her shoulder, everything her mother had asked for. She smelled the smoke first, blanching at why the horizon line was suddenly aflame, before she heard the screaming. She dropped the rabbits and ran as fast as she could towards the screaming, the fire. The white spires were cloaked in smoke as fire burned through the windows and the farmland was set aflame. Brothers and Sisters were being dragged from the building or thrown out into the daylight while men dressed in thick armor stabbed, shot, burned...
“MOMMA!” she screamed, before running towards the burning building, unable to stop herself, unable to not look for her mother. “MOMMA!”
“RAYNE!” a male voice yelled at her, making her skid to a stop on the hot grasses and turn towards it. Brother Tobias, his face gauged open on one side, his robes aflame. “RUN! RUN!”
She froze, she couldn't leave her mother behind, she couldn't stop staring at her teacher.
“GODS BE DAMNED RAYNE! RUN!” Brother Tobias ordered, pointing away. “GO GET YOUR UNCLE!”
As if something jolted inside her, she turned from the flames and ran for home. Skidding on the dirt road, she was crying and yelling for her Uncle hysterically, everything almost turning into tunnel vision as her lungs burned. She didn't even notice she was pushing through a crowd until she saw her Uncle turning towards her. She dove for his arms, wrapping them around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. He rubbed her back but shushed her, telling her she needed to be quiet. She didn't need to be quiet! She needed his help! Without asking her Uncle suddenly peeled her off of his neck and pushed her to stand behind him, forcing her to grab and hold his shirt so tightly she feared it would tear under her claws. She sobbed into his back, shaking terribly as another voice echoed over her own softer crying.
“This province is now under the leadership of King Adder and the new gods. I, Lord Bywren have purged this land of its former blasphemous heathen gods and given all of you the gift to start anew...”
The other people disappeared as four walls formed around a lower apartment. A bed, table, fire place, window. It was dark save a few candles lit, Uncle lying in bed. She knelt down beside him, knowing his labored breathing was only getting worse. The healer had come by several times and tried everything she could think of, but he was dying. He sent the healer off, accepting his fate but she didn't want to loose him. No matter how she tried to argue he wouldn't hear it.
“Thank you,” He said in a weak voice, grasping her paw with his colder one. “At some point, we both knew I wouldn't be around. You know this place is yours now, everything I own, you get and don't let anyone else tell you differently.”
“Yes, Uncle,” she whispered, trying to remain strong for him.
“They'll bully you, but you grab the butcher—or Joria,” her Uncle ordered, before coughing heavily and taking in deeper but harder breaths. Every labored noise sent a shiver down her spine, they both knew he wasn't going to make it through the night. She swallowed down her feelings, letting them rest in the pit of her stomach. “I bet...I bet you've got one question you want to ask still...”
“What's that?” she asked, tilting her head a little and grabbing a cloth to mop his feverish forehead of sweat.
“Your father,” he answered in a painful groan. “You want to know who he was...don't you?”
She took in a deep breath, taking the cloth away and focusing her sight on the paws in her lap.
“I don't think so, Uncle,” she answered, her voice threatening to release her sadness, but she put on her best smile and looked into his face. “Why would I need a father? I've got you.”
His weak smile was just as sad as her own, his silent tears speaking volumes as his paw reached up and rubbed her chin.
“That's my girl,” he responded.
Kara released Rayne's paw and was flung backwards, the blood bond severed. She landed on her backside as Rayne pulled her paw up and hissed through her teeth from the cut.
“You...you don't know who your father is,” Kara said in a bewildered tone.
“That's what I SAID!” Rayne yelled at her.
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“No—you don't know who he is,” Kara repeated. Rayne looked at her bleeding paw before the rage started to rear up inside her.
“Are you SMOKING SOMETHING?” Rayne yelled at her. One moment Kara seemed normal, then the next she'd blasted Magnus with some sort of magic, cut Rayne and her own paw and slammed them together for a few seconds! What was wrong with her?! Was this what Magnus had warned her about?
Magnus! She turned to her full dragon mate, his roaring form bashing his skull against an unseen force as he tried urgently to get beyond it. His pupils slits and his teeth dripping with wild instinct. She walked up to where the force seemed to be holding him back but was met with nothing, she could easily step through it, if the raging dragon on the other side wouldn't crush her while doing it.
“Magnus! Magnus look at me!” Rayne yelled up to him, touching the tip of his muzzle as his skull was still pushed against the barrier. Wild eyes zoned in on her, his legs tensing but they were no longer digging into the dirt to try to push through. “I'm alright, I'm just fine...”
Slowly, she had to move slowly. Taking a step out she rested both paws on his muzzle, rubbing his guard scales up and down as he backed away from the barrier with tensed steps, leaving a streak of her own blood along the silver scales.
“See? I'm alright...I'm alright,” Rayne cooed to him, letting his head relax into her touching. He smelled her head deeply, before rubbing the tip of his muzzle against her cheek and down to her belly. “Come on, lets go home.”
“W-wait!” Kara suddenly called, still safely in her barrier. Rayne's body straightened as she turned deliberately around to face the witch. “I—I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I...I needed to know the truth.”
“You EVER come out of that barrier, I WILL BITE YOU IN TWO PIECES!” Magnus roared over Rayne's head, smashing his tail blade into several trees. Rayne hushed him gingerly, rubbing his chest to try to calm him back down.
“The truth about what?!” Rayne yelled at her. “As far as I know, I've been nothing BUT honest with YOU!”
“I—don't know if—I can—or should tell you,” Kara muttered as she stood slowly back to her feet.
“Keep you damn flower,” Rayne growled at her, throwing the Night's Orchid at the wolf witch before turning to Magnus and beginning to climb up onto his back.
“I—know who your father is!” Kara suddenly yelled. Rayne froze, her tail flaring out as she tightened her grip in Magnus' mane but she couldn't lift herself up.
“You can't,” Rayne said sternly but still didn't move.
“I do,” Kara answered. “Salena, the Red Moon witch who recognized your stripes? She remembered where she saw them before, on a male tiger just over twenty years ago, and then again during the purge of the old gods.”
“Rayne?” Magnus pressed as his head leaned down behind her back. Rayne began breathing again, unaware she was holding her breath until she felt him against her. She couldn't help but turn back around to the witch, a steady glare mixed with terror but the need to know.
“Who?” Rayne asked in a far more calm manner than she thought she had in her.
“Will you let me heal your cut after I tell you?” Kara asked, looking far more genuinely concerned than anyone should after attacking Magnus and cutting Rayne.
“Rayne,” Magnus warned her, “Lets go home.”
“No,” Rayne growled at him, looking down at her bleeding paw before back up to Kara. “Who is it?”
Kara nodded with a guilty look on her face, before picking up her Night's Orchid.
“Lord Bywren,” She squeaked out, before clearing her throat, “Lord Bywren is your father.”
CRAZY! I know.
This part's going to be a lot longer than its predecessor lol although there's a little more going on.
MIIIIINE.
~Angel~
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
____________________________________________________________________
Kara knew when the dragon and Rayne were nearby, placing a tracing spell on any and all who traveled within her barrier which encompassed the forest and her home. Once they passed through it, she quickly washed her paws and headed inside from her garden. She grabbed a small silver knife and a hex bag ready for him, knowing she would really only have one chance to question Rayne and find out the truth. She trusted Rayne up until she saw the fear in Salena's eyes, the hatred. Rayne didn't seem anything like her father, but Kara wouldn't chance her life. She kept hearing Salena's words buzzing in her head, Lord Bywren's daughter, poison her the next time she comes, she will burn your home to the ground. The words clashed with the image of Rayne she knew, or thought she knew. She felt as if she were being tricked, but at the same time she knew the magics of all living things, the world and its ethereal connections brought this girl to Kara. Wanted Kara to help her.
She then decided to give Rayne a chance to explain herself, to question the tigress and hopefully find the truth about her father, what-if any plots she might have.
She stepped out into the mid-afternoon light and stood just beyond the small fence, waiting for the pair to come into her sight.
It didn't take long, hearing their voices first in an animated conversation, before spotting the fluorescence of Rayne's now bulging belly and the tiger and dragon behind. She stood firm, watching Rayne's face smile as she waved excitedly at Kara. The dragon looked less than pleased to be returning, looking away from Kara like she were uninteresting.
“Good afternoon!” Rayne yelled, before she pulled something out of a bag Kara couldn't see. Kara's eyes grew when she saw the dark but potent power of the Night's Orchid appear out of nothing. She found one!
Kara shook herself mentally, it wasn't the time for such frivolous thoughts. Want was going to have to wait when need took over.
“I found one!” Rayne exclaimed as she trotted a bit forward, ahead of the dragon who hunched like a child, pouting. “I had a hard time finding it but I found one!”
Rayne stopped a foot in front of Kara, grinning from ear to ear. Kara's doubts doubled, but she had to know the truth.
“Who is your father?” Kara asked, ignoring Rayne's offering of the Night's Orchid. Rayne frowned, her smile vanishing and replaced with confusion.
“I don't know,” Rayne answered. Kara's eyes narrowed, pulling the hex bag from her pocket and threw it to the ground. A great flash of magic flared around them, a burst of wind passed over their fur but the wind knocked the dragon several feet back, a barrier now formed around Rayne and Kara the dragon wouldn't be able to pierce.
Kara grabbed Rayne's paw as she turned to check on her dragon lover, Kara taking the chance and pulling the small knife from her pocket. She sliced the blade along Rayne's palm, before opening her own as Rayne let out a yell of pain. Before Rayne could pull her paw away, Kara grasped it with her own, mashing the wounds together, closing her eyes in a search for the truth of the word “father”. Kara's blood flowed through Rayne, blocking out the dragon's roaring, the struggle of Rayne's own body to pull free of the bond.
A memory appeared, looking through a child's eyes as she peered around a slightly open door, light leaking through its cracks.
She saw a tiger and tigress at an old wooden table, the tiger—Uncle—came to mind in the memory—sitting. The tigress—mother—standing as she set another new candle on the table top. Uncle was orange and black and white with sand colored hair. Mother—momma was the same. She didn't look like them, she always wondered why.
“What if she starts asking?” Uncle Ryre grumbled at momma. He was angry, but he was never angry. Why was he angry?
“Then you tell her to come to me,” Momma answered, putting her paw down hard and making the table jump, the candle swaying a little in its stand.
“You can't keep avoiding it. She has a right to know—”
“She's not your cub, Ryre!” Momma snapped, “I can't tell her what happened! She's too young to understand that—”
Momma went silent.
“That her father's a monster?” Uncle Ryre growled again. Momma turned away from Uncle Ryre, covering her mouth like she did when she got mad. She always said it was to keep from blurting things out—mean things.
“I will talk to her when I know its right,” Momma responded, turning back to Uncle. “She's only six. I can't tell her...”
Momma spotted her, the eye ducking behind the door quickly. She heard momma's footsteps and the door opened all the way.
“Can't sleep, little Rayne?” Momma asked. She nodded a few times before momma picked her up...
Then there was blinding pain when something hit her temple, white speckles of light shooting through her vision as she fell to her knees. Only a little taller and outside on the road, she heard the mocking voices of other children yelling at her, throwing more stones in her direction.
“You're a BASTARD!”
“You don't have a father!”
“Your dad didn't want you!”
She felt the blood trickle down her face as she put her arms above her head to block the other rocks. What had she done? She hadn't done anything to them. Why did they hate her so much?
“OI~! YOU LITTLE HELLIANS!” Uncle's voice yelled, before the rocks stopped and she heard the scared steps run off. She didn't move, even when Uncle Ryre touched her back she didn't move. She didn't dare.
Then the darkness surrounded her, and morphed into scrolls and books, stacks and stacks of them. She was sitting at a table as an old badger in the Order of the Sun's Light robes approached her. Brother—Brother Tobias held a candle down to look at her as she slumped over her studies. Her temple pounded terribly, it still tender and aching from where the stone had hit it.
“What happened to you?” Brother Tobias asked in shock. She looked up at him, before back down to the book of arithmetic before her.
“Other kids,” she muttered. Brother Tobias pulled the book out from under her arms and chin, sitting across from her and resting the candle between them. “Brother?”
“Mmhm?” he nodded gently to her.
“If my father was a monster...does that make me one? Is that why the other kids hate me?” she questioned, eyes focusing up on the brown eyes of her teacher.
“Let me tell you something, Rayne,” Brother Tobias stated with a quirked grin on his long muzzle. “Your father could be the god of all the Hells, and you would never be a monster. Those children...they're afraid of what they don't understand, and they don't understand where you came from. Sadly for them, they will never see beyond the end of their own little noses, staying in the same house until their parents die and have children and grand children of their own, still stuck. They are afraid of everything because their parents are afraid, as their parents were afraid...do you see what I'm saying?”
“...That I'm different?” Rayne asked.
“That you, child, are going to be able to understand so much more than they ever will,” Brother Tobias answered, putting a finger on her forehead. “Because YOU understand what its like to be different. Let me ask you something, would it matter who your father was? Would you suddenly change into one of those children who throws rocks at others that they're scared of?”
“No,” she shook her head and sat up straighter. “I wouldn't throw rocks at any body!”
“Would you stay inside your Uncle's house and never look at a book again? Never imagining other lands—oceans—even skies?”
“No!” Rayne said in an exasperated tone.
“Then why would it matter who your father was, hm?” Brother Tobias stated, pulling the basket he had brought with him up onto the table and lifting the cloth up to reveal newly picked strawberries. “Why care what those who will always live in fear, think?”
“Because I want them to stop throwing things at me,” Rayne admitted, taking one of the strawberries and eating it slowly. The old badger took one as well, thinking carefully.
“We might have a word with Brother Roffus,” Brother Tobias thought aloud. “He could teach you how to dodge the rocks at least. But first, we need 25 strawberries for our division work...”
She had a small bow and quiver on her shoulder, but waited for her mother to turn around in the larger kitchen. She was taller again, feeling old enough to ask her mother about the furson known as her father. The room had four windows and a small split back door, a larger wooden topped island with two stoves and two ovens all made of old iron with long pipes leading through the ceiling. Her mother had the whole place filled to the brim with plants and herbs, all ready for the meals she was supposed to cook for the day for the temple. When her mother was still too busy washing the carrots and potatoes in the large basin, she stood straighter and called,
“Momma?”
“Yes, Rayne?” her mother responded, but didn't turn around and kept working away.
“I...I wanted...to ask you...about my—father,” she finally blurted out. Her mother's back straightened as her tail slowly grew in size. She cleaned the last of the vegetables in paw before grabbing a cloth to dry off, turning to look at her.
“Alright,” her mother nodded a little. “But before I can do that, I need to get breakfast ready. Can you get three rabbits for the stew for lunch while I finish up?”
“You promise you'll tell me about him?” she asked her mother nervously, “I won't forget.”
“I know you won't,” her mother smiled a little sadly, “And we'll talk while the stew boils, alright?”
“...Okay,” she answered, before turning and opening the split door and slipping into the morning light.
She had her three rabbits tied together and slung over her shoulder, everything her mother had asked for. She smelled the smoke first, blanching at why the horizon line was suddenly aflame, before she heard the screaming. She dropped the rabbits and ran as fast as she could towards the screaming, the fire. The white spires were cloaked in smoke as fire burned through the windows and the farmland was set aflame. Brothers and Sisters were being dragged from the building or thrown out into the daylight while men dressed in thick armor stabbed, shot, burned...
“MOMMA!” she screamed, before running towards the burning building, unable to stop herself, unable to not look for her mother. “MOMMA!”
“RAYNE!” a male voice yelled at her, making her skid to a stop on the hot grasses and turn towards it. Brother Tobias, his face gauged open on one side, his robes aflame. “RUN! RUN!”
She froze, she couldn't leave her mother behind, she couldn't stop staring at her teacher.
“GODS BE DAMNED RAYNE! RUN!” Brother Tobias ordered, pointing away. “GO GET YOUR UNCLE!”
As if something jolted inside her, she turned from the flames and ran for home. Skidding on the dirt road, she was crying and yelling for her Uncle hysterically, everything almost turning into tunnel vision as her lungs burned. She didn't even notice she was pushing through a crowd until she saw her Uncle turning towards her. She dove for his arms, wrapping them around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. He rubbed her back but shushed her, telling her she needed to be quiet. She didn't need to be quiet! She needed his help! Without asking her Uncle suddenly peeled her off of his neck and pushed her to stand behind him, forcing her to grab and hold his shirt so tightly she feared it would tear under her claws. She sobbed into his back, shaking terribly as another voice echoed over her own softer crying.
“This province is now under the leadership of King Adder and the new gods. I, Lord Bywren have purged this land of its former blasphemous heathen gods and given all of you the gift to start anew...”
The other people disappeared as four walls formed around a lower apartment. A bed, table, fire place, window. It was dark save a few candles lit, Uncle lying in bed. She knelt down beside him, knowing his labored breathing was only getting worse. The healer had come by several times and tried everything she could think of, but he was dying. He sent the healer off, accepting his fate but she didn't want to loose him. No matter how she tried to argue he wouldn't hear it.
“Thank you,” He said in a weak voice, grasping her paw with his colder one. “At some point, we both knew I wouldn't be around. You know this place is yours now, everything I own, you get and don't let anyone else tell you differently.”
“Yes, Uncle,” she whispered, trying to remain strong for him.
“They'll bully you, but you grab the butcher—or Joria,” her Uncle ordered, before coughing heavily and taking in deeper but harder breaths. Every labored noise sent a shiver down her spine, they both knew he wasn't going to make it through the night. She swallowed down her feelings, letting them rest in the pit of her stomach. “I bet...I bet you've got one question you want to ask still...”
“What's that?” she asked, tilting her head a little and grabbing a cloth to mop his feverish forehead of sweat.
“Your father,” he answered in a painful groan. “You want to know who he was...don't you?”
She took in a deep breath, taking the cloth away and focusing her sight on the paws in her lap.
“I don't think so, Uncle,” she answered, her voice threatening to release her sadness, but she put on her best smile and looked into his face. “Why would I need a father? I've got you.”
His weak smile was just as sad as her own, his silent tears speaking volumes as his paw reached up and rubbed her chin.
“That's my girl,” he responded.
Kara released Rayne's paw and was flung backwards, the blood bond severed. She landed on her backside as Rayne pulled her paw up and hissed through her teeth from the cut.
“You...you don't know who your father is,” Kara said in a bewildered tone.
“That's what I SAID!” Rayne yelled at her.
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“No—you don't know who he is,” Kara repeated. Rayne looked at her bleeding paw before the rage started to rear up inside her.
“Are you SMOKING SOMETHING?” Rayne yelled at her. One moment Kara seemed normal, then the next she'd blasted Magnus with some sort of magic, cut Rayne and her own paw and slammed them together for a few seconds! What was wrong with her?! Was this what Magnus had warned her about?
Magnus! She turned to her full dragon mate, his roaring form bashing his skull against an unseen force as he tried urgently to get beyond it. His pupils slits and his teeth dripping with wild instinct. She walked up to where the force seemed to be holding him back but was met with nothing, she could easily step through it, if the raging dragon on the other side wouldn't crush her while doing it.
“Magnus! Magnus look at me!” Rayne yelled up to him, touching the tip of his muzzle as his skull was still pushed against the barrier. Wild eyes zoned in on her, his legs tensing but they were no longer digging into the dirt to try to push through. “I'm alright, I'm just fine...”
Slowly, she had to move slowly. Taking a step out she rested both paws on his muzzle, rubbing his guard scales up and down as he backed away from the barrier with tensed steps, leaving a streak of her own blood along the silver scales.
“See? I'm alright...I'm alright,” Rayne cooed to him, letting his head relax into her touching. He smelled her head deeply, before rubbing the tip of his muzzle against her cheek and down to her belly. “Come on, lets go home.”
“W-wait!” Kara suddenly called, still safely in her barrier. Rayne's body straightened as she turned deliberately around to face the witch. “I—I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I...I needed to know the truth.”
“You EVER come out of that barrier, I WILL BITE YOU IN TWO PIECES!” Magnus roared over Rayne's head, smashing his tail blade into several trees. Rayne hushed him gingerly, rubbing his chest to try to calm him back down.
“The truth about what?!” Rayne yelled at her. “As far as I know, I've been nothing BUT honest with YOU!”
“I—don't know if—I can—or should tell you,” Kara muttered as she stood slowly back to her feet.
“Keep you damn flower,” Rayne growled at her, throwing the Night's Orchid at the wolf witch before turning to Magnus and beginning to climb up onto his back.
“I—know who your father is!” Kara suddenly yelled. Rayne froze, her tail flaring out as she tightened her grip in Magnus' mane but she couldn't lift herself up.
“You can't,” Rayne said sternly but still didn't move.
“I do,” Kara answered. “Salena, the Red Moon witch who recognized your stripes? She remembered where she saw them before, on a male tiger just over twenty years ago, and then again during the purge of the old gods.”
“Rayne?” Magnus pressed as his head leaned down behind her back. Rayne began breathing again, unaware she was holding her breath until she felt him against her. She couldn't help but turn back around to the witch, a steady glare mixed with terror but the need to know.
“Who?” Rayne asked in a far more calm manner than she thought she had in her.
“Will you let me heal your cut after I tell you?” Kara asked, looking far more genuinely concerned than anyone should after attacking Magnus and cutting Rayne.
“Rayne,” Magnus warned her, “Lets go home.”
“No,” Rayne growled at him, looking down at her bleeding paw before back up to Kara. “Who is it?”
Kara nodded with a guilty look on her face, before picking up her Night's Orchid.
“Lord Bywren,” She squeaked out, before clearing her throat, “Lord Bywren is your father.”
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Kill the witch!!! Kill it!!! *angry mob forms* chanting: kill the witch kill the witch! The wolf witch hides in her hut, silently but distressedly working on a teleportation potion. The door bursts open, revealing the mob. Suddenly, each furson starts to grow scales and they slowly meld together, forming the gaurd scales of Magnus' tremendously thick head. Kara screams as Magnus lunges at her and her dream ends. Kara: "if that dream has any meaning like the others... I may regrett crossing that dragon."
This is my prediction of the future! (it was also fun to write, even if it was only a pargraph. I see why you enjoy writing angel!)
Great chapter by the way.
This is my prediction of the future! (it was also fun to write, even if it was only a pargraph. I see why you enjoy writing angel!)
Great chapter by the way.
I'm a little confused : Who is actual bigger? In a earlier chapters, this was noted:
"Rayne tried not to panic as black talons far longer than Magnus' were on each digit wrapped around her. Rayne looked up at the blue dragon, by the gods he was much more muscular than Magnus! They seemed to occupy the same height though...." and in another section, "Magnus turned slightly and lifted his jowls angrily, but clambered off of the larger blue dragon, not before slapping him with his tail a few times. Magnus growled as he stood towering over his little brother, wings expanded as well as his chest. " Put the most curious line is "Dracen got the bulk of the old dragon, Magnus looked more sleek like his mother instead of squatty."
But Magnus has beaten up his brother quite a few times. You would thinks if Dracen would be strong enough not to take it.
So, WHO is actual the bigger dragon??
"Rayne tried not to panic as black talons far longer than Magnus' were on each digit wrapped around her. Rayne looked up at the blue dragon, by the gods he was much more muscular than Magnus! They seemed to occupy the same height though...." and in another section, "Magnus turned slightly and lifted his jowls angrily, but clambered off of the larger blue dragon, not before slapping him with his tail a few times. Magnus growled as he stood towering over his little brother, wings expanded as well as his chest. " Put the most curious line is "Dracen got the bulk of the old dragon, Magnus looked more sleek like his mother instead of squatty."
But Magnus has beaten up his brother quite a few times. You would thinks if Dracen would be strong enough not to take it.
So, WHO is actual the bigger dragon??
Wait, now that i think about it, they are the same size. Being more muscular or having longer talons doesnt make him bigger, just different. It could have been refering to Dracens muscules when it said Magnus clambered off the larger dragon as well. Also, Magnus could have stood on his hind legs or maybe dracen was lying down submissively at the time when he "towered" over him, since that seems like something a dragon would do when it unfurls its wings in anger.
Magnus is older, but Dracen is more built like their father than their mother. So size-wise Dracen is more muscular and Magnus is far more slender. Instead of larger, I can put muscular as to take out that confusion, would that help? Larger for me implies more muscles versus height. And the towering is more a behavioral stance than an actual description, like one would stand up and over someone versus someone who is actually taller.
But actually length, height and weight wise...
Length and height is Magnus.
Weight? I'd say Dracen.
Does that make sense?
Can you tell me which chapters you were pulling from? I think I know most of them but I will start to re-word things right away so its less confusing.
~Angel~
But actually length, height and weight wise...
Length and height is Magnus.
Weight? I'd say Dracen.
Does that make sense?
Can you tell me which chapters you were pulling from? I think I know most of them but I will start to re-word things right away so its less confusing.
~Angel~
"Does that make sense?"
Yes, thank you for the clarification. I just found it odd that Dracen would put up that kind of abuse if he was the larger dragon (But don't write those scenes out, their hilarious!!!) But it is your story, not mine.
As for where I took the quotes from:
The Dragon's Warning--Chapter 9
-Rayne tried not to panic as black talons far longer than Magnus' were on each digit wrapped around her.
-Rayne looked up at the blue dragon, by the gods he was much more muscular than Magnus! They seemed to occupy the same height though....
-Magnus turned slightly and lifted his jowls angrily, but clambered off of the larger blue dragon, not before slapping him with his tail a few times.
The Mortal's Agreement--Chapter 17
-Magnus growled as he stood towering over his little brother, wings expanded as well as his chest.
The Mortal's Meeting--Chapter 1
-Dracen got the bulk of the old dragon, Magnus looked more sleek like his mother instead of squatty.
Thanks again for the info. I eagerly await the next chapter....and the next chapter....and the next chapter....and the next chapter....and the next chapter................................
Yes, thank you for the clarification. I just found it odd that Dracen would put up that kind of abuse if he was the larger dragon (But don't write those scenes out, their hilarious!!!) But it is your story, not mine.
As for where I took the quotes from:
The Dragon's Warning--Chapter 9
-Rayne tried not to panic as black talons far longer than Magnus' were on each digit wrapped around her.
-Rayne looked up at the blue dragon, by the gods he was much more muscular than Magnus! They seemed to occupy the same height though....
-Magnus turned slightly and lifted his jowls angrily, but clambered off of the larger blue dragon, not before slapping him with his tail a few times.
The Mortal's Agreement--Chapter 17
-Magnus growled as he stood towering over his little brother, wings expanded as well as his chest.
The Mortal's Meeting--Chapter 1
-Dracen got the bulk of the old dragon, Magnus looked more sleek like his mother instead of squatty.
Thanks again for the info. I eagerly await the next chapter....and the next chapter....and the next chapter....and the next chapter....and the next chapter................................
Not a problem, the nice difference between making artwork and writing is that writing is far more flexible and fluid where as drawing is usually a one-shot at getting it right, deal. I keep changing and editing the whole story from the beginning but not so much so that it wouldn't make sense to those who already read through it.
Thanks for commenting, I changed some of the mentioned dilemmas and hopefully they will make more sense now.
And I planned for the first part to be 20 chapters, and I THOUGHT this one would be 25 MAX. But its turning into a much bigger endeavor with all I need to cover lol. Hopefully it'll keep your interests.
~Angel~
Thanks for commenting, I changed some of the mentioned dilemmas and hopefully they will make more sense now.
And I planned for the first part to be 20 chapters, and I THOUGHT this one would be 25 MAX. But its turning into a much bigger endeavor with all I need to cover lol. Hopefully it'll keep your interests.
~Angel~
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