In response to Fera's words, the Great Dragon's eye regained focus, and when he saw the other dragon... his eye widened. He never new there were others like himself...
An echoing voice in the minds of those around him could be heard. The voice spoke in the language of the Damned found in the Necropolis. Only the few magical races of Ymaggion can understand such a language, such as Elven mages and dragons...
I need danger. I need death... Give me more death of the others and I will be 'well'. Red Dragon Ferazantila, I never knew more of my kind existed... nor do I know much of our world. Tell me your story, and I will tell you mine... Agree and I will be still.
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Fera tilted her head as a growling voice filled the air around her. Here was anger, and perhaps even a flicker of fear beneath it all. She supposed such a thing would be natural, even amidst the words of a Great Dragon, in this situation. He was, after all, quite helpless when it came right down to it. His lack of cooperation meant death, and even if he did do as he was asked his future was not pleasant. Certainly, she would do what she could for him if only it would spare him some sort of agony, but it didn't seem he wanted much more than the destruction of her beloved specimens.
Her story? She nearly laughed, "I am a red dragon born to Salzet, my father. He hatched me on his own, my mother dead before my emergence into the world. I have been brought up in the ways of fire breathing and ice singing, and I am artfully skilled in the last. The humans are my past, present, and future. I work to understand them. Struggle to befriend them. Live to protect them. It is my life for theirs Great One. Still yourself, Friend. All is well."
"Hm... My name is Galvonox. I was introduced to this world in I believe what you call the Necropolis. I remained there for quite some time of my life, undergoing constant 'trials of strength' as my master had called it, and they were quite painful. As I grew, I learned that I must be around Death as soon as it happens for survival, that is why I attacked this place... It has such a high quantity of life."
"Where are they taking me?"
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Fera's eyes scanned the long, dark body of the other dragon as he spoke. So he fed off of death. An explanation she was not surprised by, "Likely to a holding chamber. I've made them an offer for the preservation of your life. If you are kind to them, perhaps they will accept it." She swished the tip of her tail lightly (were it possible) and turned her gaze away from him. It seemed unlikely that the Great Dragon would cooperate, but she supposed that was for him to decide and for her to witness.
Her bright eyes were cast downward now, toward her long claws that were making crumbs of the stone she stood on and white scrapes were visible where she had stepped and they had dragged in her attempts to avoid crushing one of the humanoids around her. She took in a large breath, held it for a moment, then let it out in a whoosh, tiny flickers of flame warming her nostrils.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jan 22, 2011 19:34:12 GMT -5
The effect Galvonox's movement had on the others present was typical enough--as the dragon regained use of his limbs, there was slight panic--gasps and shouted orders, weapons trained on the beast's scaly hide, the Constructors backing up, wary of a possible attack.
"Steady," Daloan ordered calmly, though he too was on edge with the black dragon's sudden movements. He had no idea what the dragons were saying as they conversed, and likely none of the other men did either. He urged his mount forward, daring to get closer. "Ferazantila, what's he saying to you?"
Fera twisted her long neck around to face Daloan, her head tipping slightly to the side as though she had forgotten his presence entirely, "Galvonox wishes to know where he is going and what is to become of him. You need not be wary. He shall not harm your city any further." She flicked the end of her tail slightly, pointing out the gunmen, "I do not believe your..." she thought a moment, smiling as she continued, "weapons are necessary." She growled a soft laugh. As if the bullets could really harm this beast. She knew that even weakened by magic, it would not be so easy as that. The Great Dragon seemed at peace now, however, so she did not believe it would come to violence again.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jan 26, 2011 22:58:33 GMT -5
"My superiors aren't willing to risk it and neither am I," Daloan replied, concerning the issue of Galvonox, as the other dragon seemed to be called, being held at gunpoint. Though the weapons may not seem like much, the APCs were armed with armor-piercing rounds. "Tell him he'll be taken to a research facility that can contain something of his size until further orders."
Some of the Constructors had turned, their pilots looking at him for further orders. He flung out a hand and called out in a strong voice. "Load him up!"
Ferazantila turned back to Galvonox and spoke gently, "They are taking you to a research facility. You will be contained there until they know what to do with you. Please cooperate and try not to frighten them." With that she turned completely to face Daloan and blinked slowly, "Now, young one, what would you have me do?" She shook her body in a dog-like fashion, neck swinging even after her head had come to a stop. The cramped space she was stuffing her body into at the moment was wearing on her muscles.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Feb 1, 2011 14:15:22 GMT -5
"Your standing orders still apply," Daloan said with a curt nod. He gestured up to the jets still circling above Galvonox's resting place. "They'll escort you to the airbase. Just follow whatever two of them breaks off from the rest, the others will stay here in case... Galvonox... makes another attempt to escape, regardless of his reasons."
As they conversed, magic filled the air once more as the mages resumed casting weight-negation spells on the Great Dragon so the Dwarven Constructors could load it up onto the hover transport.