the nights in the desert

He nodded to her. <span style='color:orange'>Yeah, ok.</span> He stood and turned to face the new 'dragon. But he stood protectivley in front of Temrin. <span style='color:orange'>Are you sure you're ok?</span> he asked her behind his back.

 

Drsuj stood and turned to face their newest company. <span style='color:orange'>Who are you?</span> he demanded of them.

 

Ras kneeled by her, he put his bandaged paw up and touched her shoulder gently, as though trying not to hurt either of them. The makeshift bandage had turned a dark red and now blood was dripping through the thin papaer he had wrapped around his wrist. <span style='color:orange'>Are you sure you're alright.</span> he asked feeling lightheaded. It could be noticed in his voice and eyes. He smiled at her but his eyes seemed distant.

 

<span style='color:orange'>I can't rest</span> he said determindly. <span style='color:orange'>not until I'm sure that...thing...didn't cause you any lasting harm.</span> he looked down at the new bandage as Temrin put it on. He flinched as the old bandage was pulled away and when the new one came into contact.

 

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a couple yards off, Sketch wrapped her self in her own spidary thin arms. Crumpled on the ground she wept softly, rocking back and forth. She remained hidden behind a cluster of ancient looking rocks, lurking within their shadows. From the outside, Sketch looked like a young dragon throwing a temper tantrum, on the inside her mind was a chaotic blur.

/what are you doing? you were so close?/
\it saw me, it did. It was coming for us\
/its just a dragon. like you. you know. potential friends?/
\shut up! shut up i dont need your lip. i dont need any of this\
/you're nothing without me!/


with that, sketch stopped crying, grabbing ahold of her own mind. Once again, she had temporary control. Now calm, she closed her eyes to see the two dragons in her head.


The first.... Temrin Sanjem? Yes. Sketch could see an outline of the ebony and dove gray patterned dragon. Blue eyes glowing, Temrin looked sad. Behind her tough Xena warrior princess mask, Sketch could see the eyes of a little girl who used to laugh and play in nature, thrilled by the magic and beauty of everything natural. But the little girl is chained up now, to the back of conciousness. She cries still, but nobody can hear her.

The other dragon....the purple one... h... Ras.....Hakaras..? Sketch felt a heavy vibration run through her body, as if hit with the force of 10000 magnets. She couldnt reach the male dragon. He had seemingly shut himself out of spiritual connection with others. This was a rare occurance and sketch had only felt the broken link once before with an schitzophrenic child. Although textbooks imply the emotional desolation may not be chosen by the casuallty, Sketch personally believed the condition is very much similar to a wall, built piece by piece over time, untill the soul it sealed within itself, unable to turn back, or even begin to guess how.

Sketches eyes fluttered open, illuminated by a soft golden glow. Now feeling her confidence was inflated as much as it will be for awhile, she stood, wavered a bit (balance was not her strong point) and strode out to meet these two characters. Once in view, she desecnded slowly, saying nothing, only waiting to draw their attention.</span>

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|ooc|sorry guys, i went on vacation. also, i honestly didnt expect anyone to respond. Alot of other people on this forum dun like 'noobies'.... -_-' </span>

 

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Sketch twitched. There was no turning back now. The ebony dragon had spotted her. In the back of her mind her alter ego, who she liked to call "spike", was screaming angry insults and graphic profanities. However, Sketch had lost interest in her own inner monologue and was now focused intently upon the dragon ahead of her, the one who looks so strong and confident, but is dying on the inside. While a thousand questions flooded through her mind, she said not a word, but proceeded with an almost drunk-like gait toward Temrin.

Now the most common and courteous approach to such a situation would be to politely smile, shake paws, introduce yourself, and ask colleague to do the same. However, Sketch is not what would be considered ordinary and has less than remarkable people-skills, so instead she silently descended towards Temrin, ignoring her question. In a bound, she leaped upon the broad female, pressing her paws upon the sides of Temrin’s head, and there was a flash of great light.

Instantly, the two creatures were engulfed in a blinding tunnel of white static electricity. Seemingly flying, they were unable to tell how fast they were actually traveling. The feeling of weight and gravity was gone, and replaced by pure light. There was a deafening pop and suddenly both souls were suspended weightlessly in time. Around them was an infinite darkness, shadows of eternity. Although there was no light, both figures were visible via a thin blue aura of where their mass should be. Still, the most shocking contrast of this place to the ordinary world, was it’s silence. Here there were no echoes, no whispers, no cries, no laughter… not even the sound of a refrigerator somewhere upstairs. Just pure… quiet.
In language that could only be heard in Temrin’s head came a soft female voice.
«Hello Temrin. My name is Sketch Cyerstrata. You can call me Sketch or any other alias you wish, because this is not the last you will hear of me. I can see you… and I can set you free. »
Instantly the dark blue hue is gone and the air was filled with a million images. Colors, faces, names and places, these were the cherished memories and haunting fears of Temrin’s oceanic mind. They say before we die, our lives flash before our eyes, and this occurrence could very well be considered the same thing.
But instead of dying, there was another loud pop and not but a second had passed.
As if nothing at all had happened, Sketch sat serenely ahead of Temrin, gazing into her milky blue eyes with an unexplainable look of disordered ecstasy, grinning, golden orange eyes alight like a jack-o-lantern.
Finally, she speaks.

”Hey. What up?”
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Ras sat, his eyes still seemingly far away. He held his injured paw in his lap and he stared at it. He would never draw with this paw again, said a tiny voice in his mind. A tear leaked from his eye before he felt an outside force trying to get inside his mind. He jerked his head up as he saw Temrin approaching the new coming 'dragon. At the slight flash of light he jumped up seemingly trying to attempt to help Temrin.

 

<span style='color:gray'>|ooc|: lol, one can only try. its good to be back. i think i love you. </span>

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|bic|:"Hello Temrin" </span><span style='color:#76818D'>
Sketch grinned. She was vaugely aware that she was being irrationally happy given the situation, but did not care. Since a very young age Sketch had know that she posessed the abillity to travel into the non-physical world, as well as be present in others minds. The fact that there was no factual evidence behind it was what intrigued her. Being a dragon of science, she found the unexplainable facinating. It was not untill recently that she came to realize that not all penndragons were so capeable, and that she was just a freak. The notion disturbed her, but she pushed it to the back of her mind.

Sketch blinked and realized that the dragon across from her was still staring questioningly, once again, asking Sketch of her identity. </span>
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"No no, the real question is, who are you? Can you honestly say you know anymore?"</span><span style='color:#76818D'>

Sketches golden eyes flickered, peering upon Ras, who was watching cautiously, with a look that seemed to threaten Sketch to move.</span>
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"Do any of us really know what we are?"
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As if a switch were turned off, the glow of her jack-o-lantern eyes was eztinguished, and her eyes adopted an ordinary glassy appearance, still, however, a shocking wheat-gold color. At this, Sketch felt her heightened awareness and confidence drop like a stone, and her ordinary personality begin to take hold. Fear, regret and panic took their regular positions, whispering degrading comments, constantly. Unfortunately, whilest all these inner-ego shifts were busy, on the outside Sketch simply stared blankly at Temrin and Ras. Sketch looked deep into the eyes of Temrin.</span><span style='color:#C0BFAD'>
"I can free you."</span><span style='color:#76818D'>
Her eyes flicker back to Ras.
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"Both of you... if you let me."
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Ras' distant eyes stared into Sketch's. He heard it. Free me from what? he wondered. He looked down at his injured paw. The sadness he felt and the pain, forced a few of his mental blocks down. His barrier wasn't full anymore. He was open to the thoughts of the world. He lay with his back against a rock. His bandage in one place began to stain a tiny red. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out. The creature had scoured his wrist to the bone. Something had happened where it wouldnt stop bleeding. And he had already lost much blood.

 

<span style='color:gray'>|ooc| hmm, this is getting toward the freeing on ones true spirit as it is trapped and chained behind the corrupted egos that have come to reside in ones mind over the course of growing up. In this particular instance, the real Temrin would be freed from the vampiric state of mind. Her physicalities will remain the same, what with the blood lust and all, but in her heart she will be set free to be the individual she was mean to be, rather than hiding behind the cold comfort she has learned to accept.

actually i have no idea where i'm going with this. Its one of those that you just kinda hope everything unfolds.
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Negative vibrations shook the air, and Sketch shivered. Perhaps such a forward approach was not the most wise idea. She felt the atmosphere of the situation rapidly growing hostile. Should a fight arise, she would be screwed as she was more intelectually gifteted than physicly. After all, she could not even walk down a set of stairs while looking down if she didnt expect to take a tumble. </span>
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/See sketchie? you're f***ked now. You had to go over there./
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\This is so not the time for this. Im busy Spike.\
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/Hah. Yah, you are. You enjoy yourself, while i count the seconds untill they rip your head off your body!/
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Sketches eyes were fixed upon the deadly looking jaws of Ras. Meanwhile, she thought about what the dragoness had said. How did she know their names? Doesnt matter does it? Once again, Sketch realized she had zoned out and forgotton that time was still passing as she thought. Suddenly, she had an idea.</span>
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"Um. Yes. Well, I've seen you before, and a friend of mine told me your name. Ahem. You see, I'm a doctor, and I something familliar in you that i've only seen in some of my patients. I think I can help you if you wish."</span><span style='color:#76818D'>
She turned to the male.</span>
<span style='color:#C0BFAD'>"You, my dear are losing alot of blood. If you want, I can fix you up a little better?"
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Smiling at the two Sketch silently congratulated herself of her lying skills. It was a talent she took pride in, but rarely spoke of. Of course, this time there was some truth. No, she hadn't known either dragons name before today, and no she was not a doctor. However, she had seen the sad, distant look of a misguided soul before, although it was not in her patients, but in the mirror.
After years of psychological therapy and listening to infinate text-book terms and theories, Sketch felt she had a broad enough knowledge of how people work, mixed with her own supernatural talents... and something else... to help.
She had yet to mention anything of her secret tool, her self formulated medication. She had not tested it yet on another dragon, but in theory, when used appropriately, it could correct many emotional disorders. Yes there could be side effects.... but thats a given for any new medical breakthrough. But.. still. But this was not the time for such thought. Sketch smiled at her new aquaintances, and waited for a reaction...</span>

 

When Ras had passed out, he had been launched into a terrible dream. His entire barrier had fallen. His thoughts were flowing out. He saw, a whirlpool of black, taking him into it. Unrecognizable faces leering at him. The sound of a lashing whip echoed over and over. One thing kept rushing through his mind however. It repeated: Free me from what?