Post by Artemeir Moore on Apr 27, 2012 15:08:23 GMT -5
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[/i][/color] he repeated, now fully understanding just what the monster before him was.| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #e7e8e8; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;] DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS [/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;]  [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;] FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;] LONG LIVE THE KING [/style] [style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;] Arte's elbow rested on the hilt of his sword, fallen leaves giving a muffled crunch under the heel of his sturdy boots as strong steps carried him through the woods. He stood tall and straight, confident. His brother had already gone before him to get his beast, and with what good things he had to say when he returned, what did Artemeir have to fear? There was less caution and uncertainty, and more an excited curiosity in him. Pale blue eyes drifted wearily, from the canopy of leaves overhead, to the tangle of trees surrounding him, to the forest floor dappled in patches of light, the beams of sun dancing as the breeze shook the boughs of the trees. It seemed unfair at first that Cyrus meet his beast first, even if he was older. But his patience had paid off. Continuing through the woods at his leisurely pace he frowned slightly. The pool was taking longer to get to than he had thought. He knew the path well, as he and his brother often wandered into the forest to hunt, but for some reason he couldn't explain, today everything felt slower. Even the clouds took their sweet time in crawling across the bright sky overhead, the grass underfoot bowing gently to the wind. Tranquil as always. His shoulders drooped slightly. What a let down. He should have known better than to get hyped up for something like this. His arms rose to fold behind his head, brows knitting above his eyes as he shut them both tightly, now wandering blind toward the pool. He hardly noticed the massive beast slinking along behind him, slithering along among the trees. From it came an angry snort that somehow managed to escape his hearing. The beast, a wyvern, armored in scales of azure and ebon, crept closer still, meshing easily with the shadows of the forest. Giant clawed feet pushed it forward quietly, its practiced stealth allowing it to continue along undetected. It wasn't until Artemeir finally reached the pond it decided it would make its presence known. Arte stopped at the edge of the water, not terribly surprised when he saw that there was no beast there waiting for him. His brother had mentioned that Wulf wasn't there waiting for him. With a huff he twisted his lips, glancing around. The dragon-like creature slunk along, keeping out of sight, evading him even as he turned around to check behind him. The beast was largely unimpressed. "Hel-" Thump. A heavy step against the ground was all the warning Artemeir had, the wyvern had launched itself directly at him, spines spread in a frightening display as vibrant blue eyes narrowed in determination. Certainly a determination to kill. There was hardly time for thoughts, his hand had already reached for his sword, heel pushing him back to swing his body off to one side. The beast's jaws snapped just beside his arm. Artemeir's own eyes narrowed, jaw clenched as his hand tightened around the handle of his blade and drew it forth, directing its sharp edge for the monster's neck as he freed his weapon of its sheath. Such a simple attack was hardly difficult for the beast to avoid, shoving off with its foot it turned itself to face Arte head on, its foot and tail landing in the clear pool with a loud splash. The water that sprayed up spattered in tiny drops against the pair, Arte already leaping back to put a bit of space between them, his second hand coming to reach for his blade. Holding it straight he kept it pointed directly at the beast, having forgotten completely his reason for coming. The winged lizard shrieked, pulling back its head and opening its jaws once more, fanning out its wings and giving them a strong beat. Artemeir didn't move, keeping his steady gaze locked with that of the wyvern. It felt as if ages passed before the creature finally shut its mouth, snorting as it further slitted its eyes at the boy before it. Artemeir launched abruptly, aiming the end of his sword for the base of the monster's neck. The scaled monster took a quick step back before rushing around from the side, only to meet with the sharp edge of his sword. With a yelp it jerked back, surprised he had been quick enough to hit it. It shook its head, closing one eye tight as it brushed its tongue along the side of its mouth, catching the blood as it fell from its muzzle. Artemeir blinked, letting his sword lower slightly, confused. He had expected it to come at him with another attack, yet the creature just stood there, twitching its nostrils and pouting. Hesitantly he eased his sword back into its sheath, slowly coming to understand. "You are-?" Baddon. The creature replied quickly, its gaze freezing over with an odd indifference as it glared over at him. "Baddon?" Artemeir quirked a brow, frowning. His elbow found its way back to the hilt of his sword as he shifted his weight, watching "Baddon" silently, his gaze expectant. The wyvern lifted its head again, returning the expectant gaze, unamused. "Artemeir." With an sharp bark Baddon swatted his tail, lowering his eyelids over his electric eyes. Artemier, |
Reluctantly, Baddon stepped forward, his wet claws sinking into the earth as he loomed closer to his rider. Both were silent, watching each other, sizing each other up. Artemeir could hardly be mesmerized by the artwork of his scales, seeing as how the monster had attacked him just moments ago. Well? Arte tilted his head, unsure what was being expected of him. He held out his hand, curious. Perhaps a touch was what was needed to calm him down. Baddon only peeled back his lips and growled, leaving Arte to pull his hand back, disappointed.
Another eternity passed. Finally, Arte just gave up. There was no being friendly to this one, it seemed. He sighed heavily, threading his fingers in his hair as he gazed a the wyvern, now equally bored. "Sha-..." Shall we?[/i][/color] These words seemed to be just what was needed to get Baddon to budge, as those mammoth paws carried him sluggishly forward to stand beside Arte. Baddon raised his head, tilting it slightly as his gaze focused down to remain on the boy. Wordlessly, Artemeir turned back around, walking back the way he came. And just as quietly, Baddon followed beside him.
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