<font color='#CC6666'>Nae's head jolted to the side, seeing Chitter's form pouncing for Estrella. She jumped into the air and flew for Chitter, and jumped in front of her as to block Chitter. If this worked, Chitter's reflexes would have probably kicked in in time, leaving both Nae and Estrella unharmed. She ducked as the branch whipped through the wind. Estrella could not be hurt any worse than already. She saved her life, so now, to return the favour, this had to be done. Tired, but still able to fight, she faced Chitter. Meanwhile, Diable began to feel his wound healing - completely. He raised to his haunches, off of the frozen ground. His bloodied pelt ruffled with a gust of wind.. He had no energy whatsoever. But he was to survive now, and possibly be able to save himself from anymore fighting - for now. He gratefully thanked Drak with a nod and a smile, and walked away. He didn't want to abandon his sister, though. He'd be back. Being talented with poisons, and some plants with healing properties, Diable set out to find medecinal plants, but only so he'd regain some energy. Drak had done enough. He ambled slowly through the snow. Â But it was winter. There wasn't any hope to find any healing plants now. Muscles aching, exhausted, Diable's legs buckled and he collapsed.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'>Morgan had seen Diable collapse from exhaustion, and grinned in triumph. The only one they needed to worry about now was Drak. Estrella was injured, and Chitter had her covered. Nae was bound to be tiring, and Targ was watching her. Morgan kept an eye on Drak, but she wasn't sure how she would stand in a battle with a pendragon who was neither tired nor injured. She was both, and was also close to sharing Diable's fate. The only thing she could do was keep up a bluff. Drak didn't seem to be the fighting type anyway, more like a healer. She could see all this from her spot in the shadows at the edge of the fighting area. She stood, ready, waiting to see what they would do next.</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>Drak was alone for the moment as Diable had left the scene. He neared where Estrella and Nae were, but not close enough to be attacked by Chitter. He knew Morgan was watching somewhere, and maybe even Targ. He might have to deal with Morgan, but luckily she was weary from battle. That should leave them equal, seeing as Drak could not stand up against her if she was fully healed and not tired, like she was now. He couldn't help Nae and Estrella much more for the moment, so he stood looking about, wondering when Morgan would show herself. He also wondered where Diable had wondered off to. He could not do anything else for Diable, and he hoped he would live after all he had been through. Looking around cautiously, he was ready to dodge any oncoming blows.</font>
<font color='669900'><FONT FACE=verdana SIZE=1><CENTER> Targ saw his chance. Getting up slowly, so as not to attract notice, He suddely lunged at Drak, his jaws aiming at the pendragon's throat. <FONT COLOR=339999> Chitter was worried. She was now one against two, even if one was almost out of action. So she focused mainly on Nae, although keeping an ear out for Estrella. "What, can't even let Estrella fight her own battles? You know, you really should find out more about your new little friend here before you defend her so readily." Chitter taunted, hoping that she had gaged right and that Nae didn't know much of Estrella's past. The she called back over her shoulder to estrella, "You know, 'Strella, you really ought to tell her something of your life. Like how you and Targ over there used to be best buds?" Chitter asked naughtily. 'Best buds' was a bit of an exaggeration, but Chitter was aiming for effect here, not accuracy. Then she took up circling Nae, although flicking an ear back and forth, so that she would know if Estrella tried to come up behinf her. <FONT COLOR=FF66FF> Nadine, meanwhile, could only watch, helpless,as the battle raged on around her.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'>Morgan saw Chitter's dilemma, and moved slowly from her place in the shadows. Though she wouldn't be able to take on Nae, she might be able to handle Estrella, who was injured and tiring. She used the last of her strength to create a net around Estrella, which would drag her to the ground. Drak was busy now with Targ, so he couldn't interfere. Morgan dragged Estrella back away from the other fighters, into the shadows, so less attention would be drawn to her. The black pendragon drooped, exhaustion taking its hold on her. She fell to the ground next to the bound Estrella, cutting off the magical connection so it would drain her life source. The net might last another ten minutes, but that would have to be enough to give Targ and Chitter the upper hand. Morgan's eyes drifted shut and she gave herself over to the deepest of sleep.</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>If Drak had not been on his guard, he would have been dead. He quickly dodged, but Targ managed to scrape his teeth on Drak's neck, leaving a light wound. As blood seeped out slowly, Drak forgot about the pain and Drak used the first spell he could think of. He quickly summoned pebbles from beneath the snow and sent them shooting at Targ. It wouldn't hurt much at all, but it would delay Targ, since it would be very difficult, if possible, to see through the oncoming pebbles. He took this opportunity to get closer to Nae, if he need support. The barrage of pebbles was short, but he managed to get to get close enough to hear Chitter speaking. Now what? he thought hopelessly as he watched for Targ's next move.</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=verdan SIZE=1> Targ's strength was waning fast. However, doing a quick self-assessment, he decided that he could safely do one more spell without collapsong from exhaustion like Morgana. So he used that spell to cast an immobility spell on Drak. Hopefully, Drak wouldnt have enough strength/skill to cast it off. Targ approached him cautiously, in case the pendragon was simply feigning immobility and actually mobile. He circled him wearily for a moment, then darted at Drak's hind left leg.</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>Drak started to feel very stiff. He knew it was a immobilization spell starting to come into effect. He quickly concentrated and tried to stop it. He managed to halt the spell, but it had already taken over his upper body. Fell, and was about to jump to his feet (looking awkward) when he saw Targ approaching. He stiffened (which was not hard to do for his upper body), acting still. Just as Targ when for his leg, he moved it aside quickly and made the snow and dirt that lay where his leg had been quickly shoot into Targ's eyes, hoping it would blind him for the moment, as the spell wore off slowly.</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=verdana SIZE=1> Targ yelped as the dirt flew into his eyes, stinging. So his spell had only partially worked. Snarling viciously, he swiped a paw, all claws extended, in Drak's general direction. He felt it hit something, but, with his claws extended, he couldnt feel what. So, hoping it was Drak, he dug his claws in, shredding what felt like flesh. rubbing his eyes against his shoulder, he opened them, at squinted at what lay under his paw. He hoped it was Drak.</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>Drak howled with pain as Targ dug his claws into his flesh. Blood started to pour out, and Drak knew if he didn't run he would die. He should have done so before. He slashed aimlessly at Targ's face stomach hoping he made contact and Targ would back away from him.</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1> Snalring even more viciously then before, Tagryan nevertheless took a step backward to avoid the claw-full paw swung at him now.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>Estrella, a pained look on her face, was trying to ind the words to explain her history amongst the band but as she was about to speak she felt and net form around her and thought tried to run, her wounded leg hampered her. She felt Morgan drag her to a far off place, in the shadow, and decided that it was now or never when she saw her fall to the ground in exhaustion. The web was already having an enervating effect but she decided that she wouldn't let it sap her vital energy, and, though she was as weak as she could be she bit and tore and it helplessy. Nothing happened, her paws which were now beginning to bleed as she recklessly rubbed them against it were suffering moe than the net. She looked around, her vision slightly blurred by the overwhelming pain and spotted what she needed. A piece of what seemed to be silex. She rolled over, feeling a surge of pain as she touched the net again and reached out for it. She knocked it hard against another rock and took one of the sharp splinters which broke off it. She began cutting the web to fins that, though the process did work and the net was xweakening, it would taken ages to make a large enough hole. Nervertheless, the determined pendragonc continued, feeling weaker with every second which passed by and made a tiny breach. Suddenly, she saw the web begin to disappear, to wear off and wondered whether what she had done had been enough to cancel out the spell. She hoped so because she knew she wouldn't last much longer, she needed some healing.</font>
<font color='#A3BFED'><b style=color:#5F96F1>D a y[/b] :: 12 <b style=color:#5F96F1>Q u a r t e r[/b] :: Mia <b style=color:#5F96F1>Y e a r[/b] :: 2 <b style=color:#5F96F1>C h a r a c t e r[/b] :: Solacia Afa'zahiima <b style=color:#5F96F1>M o o d[/b] :: Oddly Happy... <b style=color:#5F96F1>OOC[/b] :: Hope you don't mind if I joy in x) You can get me out if this is private or if there already are enough characters in this thread. <b style=color:#5F96F1>BIC[/b] :: It twas nearly evening, the deviating caliginosity enveloped around a lurking shadow which sonorously took the configuration of a heruclean beast. Yet as the creature stepped into the faint seraphic luminance... It was not the others first initial hypothesis but rather an exquisite femme of fairly mediocre stature. Monolithic appendages composed of alabaster plumage plait along her spine, she had just recently landed here for no real reason- simply traveling. Her mood twas rather felicitous yet one false action against her would abruptly shift her attitude to a level of agitation, anger, and slight malevolent intentions; Solacia was always like that, her mood known to commute with the winds. The opulent yet heruclean lowering and rising of shoulder blades, lifted the femme's monolithic pedicles upon terra firma. She was reticent, her obsidian pelt enshrouded her well- yet her massive achromatic appendages proved amany times before to be futile for helping her spy upon others. So with a simple, faint whisper... <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"Ufui fesh..."[/b] Avian appendages seemingly vanished, yet in all reality they were actually obliterated from the unattended eye. Now she could move on within enigmatical nadir unnoticed... As usual Solacia could sense a disarray in the Fromnia... She could sense the presents of others, something however perplexed her... Something was wrong... Taciturn motions brought her forth as one with the obscurity while she made her way through intricate malachite foliage toward a group... of other pendragons- her senses once again alleviating her... There was a fight... However she would certainly not involve herself in such matters, unless she /needed/ too, for her mood was joyous- yet like many things about her, that too could change.</font>
<font color='#CC6666'>Nae was confused now. She was one of gullible and very sensitive nature, driven to believe all she hears, if it seemed believable. She glared at Chitter, snarling deeply and quietly. But remembering that Estrella had saved her, and wouldn't have been in this situation if it wasn't for her, she shook off what Chitter said, ignoring it. " I don't care, " she snapped. " Even if that's true, it's behind her. She saved my life, okay? " As Chitter circled her, Nae stood her ground, even taking a step forward. To her side, suddenly, Estrella was entangled in a net. Morgan pulling her away. Seeing all this, she lunged for Chitter. She had to try and exhaust them all somehow. The healing that Drak and Estrella saved her with was wearing out now. But unless she was injured severely anytime soon, she'd be able to keep dodging whatever they throw at her and most likely be able to keep up a good fight for a while. If there was anything that would really destroy her now, if would be if her wings were mangled. Diable lay in the snow, feeling the weakening effect of the cold on his body. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. The languid 'dragon pulled both front legs forward, digging his claws into the snow, which eventually tore through the frozen ground. He pulled himself up. Though wobbly, he knew that falling down again was not an option. Neither was flying. Neither was catching any prey to return him some energy. He turned, hoping Drak would still have some healing powers. Or that Drak was alright. He trembled, thinking of his sister.</font>
<font color='#A3BFED'><b style=color:#5F96F1>D a y[/b] :: 12 <b style=color:#5F96F1>Q u a r t e r[/b] :: Dyo <b style=color:#5F96F1>Y e a r[/b] :: 2 <b style=color:#5F96F1>C h a r a c t e r[/b] :: Solacia Afa'zahiima <b style=color:#5F96F1>M o o d[/b] :: ... Solacia watched through solicitous oculus tainted with hues of beryl, she noted there were numerous pendragons involved in this one conflict. Oh, she'd help if part of her wasn't so cold and antagonistic; Solacia was a being of two faces, part good part evil... In between since well... Amany things are unknown, some believe that before one tragic event she was the all around, friendly, loving pendragon... And yet others rumor she's pure evil and bloodthirsty. As for Solacia's point of view, well she keeps the truth to herself... Movements liquid as she repositioned herself upon a sphinx posture, delicately chiseled crania resided ethereally over monolithic pedicles. Femme configuration still inter woven within cryptical nadir, oculus twas closed as her peritoneum rose and lowered with every rhythmical breath. Auds swiveled about obsidian pericranium, listening to every intonation from conversations to the lenient rustle of the winds seeping through the trees above. Mind flogged, tangled with thoughts- thoughts about why she acted the way she did...? Why did the world deal her so much pain...? In all her power, why couldn't she just... forget... and... move on...? Solacia had so much knowledge but and no answers to her own perplexing questions.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>As Diable stepped clumsily towards where the whole fight was happening, he heard something. He paused, his ears swivelling incessantly. Finally, he realized the source of the sound, breathing, was coming from behind him to his side. He turned, and immediately caught a glance of a dark form in the snow. He didn't know if the other one saw him. Another one?? He wondered wearily. Instinctively, he began snarling. But the femme didn't seem to desire anything against him. And anyways, his lack of strength held him back. He shrugged and continued on. He was unsure of what to do now, but he continued towards where he had left Drak. Then, as he continued, he noticed Morgan's obvious form almost, well, littering the untouched blanket of snow around her. Her fur was just so dark and all. He snarled. He very well knew that he could tear her throat open right here. Right now. He approached her slowly and quietly. Stepped through the snow, making sure to distribute his weight evenly as he moved. A malicious smile split his features. His eyes narrowed and his ears hugged the sides of his head. Nothing would stop him now, no, nothing. With a gust of wind, his fur disheveled. Nope..nothing was going to stop him.. ooc: By the way, you don't need to timestamp all of your posts. The only situation in which you need to timestamp is on the first post in a thread - when you start one. </font>
<font color='#A3BFED'><b style=color:#5F96F1>O C C[/b] :: I know, it's just so habitual to me. I like putting the date and stuff, but I'll try and quit ^-^; Auds erected upon obsidian pericranium, the snarling of another woke her abruptly from the impetuous sleep she had fallen into. Solacia was awake and slightly agitated from his exorbitant growl yet she remained in the same position- a tactic which worked to her advantage. As the masc padded away she arose expeditiously upon the terra alba which twas draped with a thin blanket of achromatic snow. Eye brow cocked over curious manor, should she follow him...? Her senses tangled once again as her nous was flogged with perturbations from the Fromnia world; she would follow, a distance behind... Femme shoulder blades rose and lowered with every taciturn stride of monolithic pedicles, she followed him yet remained impalpable at the same time. Another, unconcious... She could sense that as well, Solacia's mind well trained to the point where she could see things before they happened. Abruptly her pace liquidized into a mercurial dash, she sprang mid-air knocking him to the right side, away from the unconscious femme 'dragon. She stood above him, the impingement shouldn't have hurt him at least that's what Solacia hoped- she just needed to knock him to the ground to make her point through... <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"Iyo thyolp jaulli jatgaks iyoj vallyf... Fhus pep tha py sy iyo, fhekh nucat iyo huba uoshyjesi yv sucemd haj leva...?"[/b] Ivorn canids protruded from her upper lip as asymmetrical grin crinkled across the onyx jowls. She had always believe, when killing... You for one do it in a fighting manor rather than slitting an individuals throat while they were clearly unconscious... Solacia twas rather angered yet at the same time protective over this femme for reasons she knew not- something which was out of the ordinary.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Diable ducked just in time to not get rammed into by the dark, large femme. He turned to her, snarling deeply. He pointed a single digit to his bloodied pelt. So the wound that she Morgan had inflicted on him was closed up from Drak's healing. But the giant gashes were still there! " She did this!! " Ramatian was not his strong point, so he didn't go to the point of speaking it - but very well understood it.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>Estrella couldn't think properly, her head ached and her vision was blur. Yet, she could make out the moving forms of two pendragons, apparently fighting each other. At first she thought that they were Chitter and Nae but, as she focused properly, saw that they were, in fact, two strangers. No, she thought, The male was not a total stranger. She had seen him, he was Nae's brother. But who is that femme? Not of Tagryan's band, for sure, but, why is she fighting him? She did not have much strenght left, and decidedto give in rto her tiredness. but, before falling into a light sleep she quickly made a weak shield spell. it, of course could be easily cancelled by one skilled in the Arts, but, it would keep her from being stepped/fallen on.</font>
<font color='#A3BFED'>Solacia snickered lightly, movements shifted so she stood in front of him. Auds flattened against obsidian pericranium noticing he didn't speak Ramathian or wasn't attempting to; Ramathian was her first language and she used it on a daily basis, yet she knew her English well and decided to demean herself. <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"A couple gashes... Well we all have... those..."[/b] A sarcastic chuckle bellowed from her larynx before auds swiveled about crania upon hearing the lenient intonation of the femme behind her. Oh great she was awake, by all means Solacia was hoping to get this agitating masc off her tail and get the femme to a nearby healing facility located in a city not far from where she presently was. She didn't know who they were, she really didn't care but her senses twas flogged with perturbations- literally lethargic to get this other femora 'dragon out of the impending danger of the opposing masc. Five inch metallic talons extracted from monolithic pedicles as she paced oddly upon terra alba; it wasn't her /intention/ to get into a fight, he was too young. Mind entwined with various tactics of escape as she cocked an eye brow at him over a unimpressed manor. <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"Why don't you go...? A gash or two isn't worth a fight, at least from my terms..."[/b]</font>
