<font color='#A8A8A8'>Diable sighed. This wasn't even Solacia's business. It was his, though, because his kid sister was involved. She had just came here because she didn't intend to see a helpless looking Pendragon getting killed. "If you consider these little gashes, well, I don't think you'd like any yourself, would you?" He scowled, knowing she was just trying to sound tough. With this minor adrenaline rush, he felt some energy returning to him. Jowls parted slowly as a snarl began resounding deep in his throat. Diable approached her, staring her into the eyes. "I don't need you here."</font>
<font color='#A3BFED'>Malevolent grin crinkled across obsidian jowls upon hearing his vocals, certainly it wasn't her business- Solacia always peered her her nose into someone else's dilemmas, but this one was different... In a way she was reminded of her youth and past she tried so strenuously to forget. Maybe she didn't know /everything/ about this other femme, her senses caliginous- yet the two were both young and she knew nothing of their ties yet it must have ran deep if he longed so much to /murder/ her. As the masc brought his face close to hers, femme's alabaster pupils narrowed- he had intentions she could read them. Solacia wasn't intimidated, but to a degree slightly agitated; however, somehow she remained rather philosophical... Smile ceased from her muzzle soon to be replaced by a wary expression while saccharine vocals reverberated from larynx, escaping lingual cavity. <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"So this is how you want your life to be...? Kill than kill again, revenge leads to turmoil and death in the end... Physical gashes do not bring near as much sorrow and pain as wounds of the soul... The comparison is diminutive if not at all..."[/b] With that she stepped aside, not scared nor fazed by his tumultuous words- but rather sadden for the both of them and the lives they choose. If Solacia could change the past and the bring back the individuals she murdered, than her life wouldn't have been so full of emotional pain and sorrow. So there she sat, watching and waiting intently- it was his chose, he could kill her... Solacia main reason for not attacking was their age and perhaps promising future... She couldn't see her self summoning the elements or even striking a paw at the youth. But her mind thought ahead of time which twas habitual, she glanced upon the femora and with not a word spoken cast a shield around her- stronger than the one the weakened 'dragon had set upon herself before. Now she waited, if he tried to slit the young femme's throat or doing any physical attack his attempts would prove futile... She knew he was exasperated, if he summoned up a spell it would yet again extract more life energy from him. <b style=color:#5F96F1>O C C[/b] :: I'm in a nifty mood so that explains Solacias oddly caring behavior  </font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>As Solacia stepped away, Diable took a quick step right beside her once again. "Don't say that. You don't know my past. And I don't care about yours." He continued walking towards her, hoping she'd get the point - He didn't want her here. He nervously turned around to see Morgan slowly waking up. He ceased feeling threatened, rather feeling as if he had a grip on the situation now. If she wasn't going to move, he'd move her himself.</font>
<font color='#A3BFED'>She just sat there, noticing the youth's lack of respect- he may have not cared about her past... Only Solacia did, but she cared about the next generation; the ones who would take her place once the Graders found it was her time to move on and past the barrier between life and death. She had always deemed the younger gain knowledge in fields which would one day benefit the good of Ramath-Lehi- that was why over the pasting days her cold centered self was loosening and slowly she began to gain much interest in teaching at the Janardan Academy. Barbed plume skimmed across terra firma, watching intently- abyssal expression took over her features once again as she remained reticent. Than, breaking the silence she whispered softly, her vocals unshaken as if she were speaking casually to another. <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"Thyf shaa..."[/b] With that her monolithic alabaster appendages appeared seemingly out of the air. Her wings twas half folded where one could see that they were composed of amany delicate feathers which cast an enigmatical obscurity upon her configuration. Maybe Solacia wasn't the cold, barbaric, and heartless pendragon many had depicted her out to be- it could have just been her mood, or her way of masking her true personality behind a opaque wall of fables. Minutes seemed like hours yet Solacia dwindled her time by levitating several small pebbles and making them circle around her in an amusing yet mysterious manor- it was true she could levitate much larger objects yet she saw no need, at least not right now.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Diable remained unimpressed at the apparition of Solacia's wings. And at the fact that she wasn't going away. He hopped off the ground, now reared upward on only his back paws, and began flapping his wings with unmatchable force causing hurricane-like winds to blow into Solacia's direction, which he hoped would whip the pebbles at her. He had to dig his claws deep through the icy snow in order to stay firm on the ground, for the force his wings were exerting would be enough to sling him into the heavens. He needed to close his eyes so they wouldn't dry from the wind. "Leave...me...ALONE!!" He made sure his mini hurricane was hitting Solacia head-on.</font>
<font color='#A3BFED'>Her senses whirled into a abrupt state, she sensed it before it happened; the pebbles soon fell to the terra with a taciturn thump and with an alacritous burst of speed she dashed out of the way with a the petite hurricane. Heh, that was /easy/... With an agitated tone in her voice she yelled... <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"E TONNYM SHAA SY BUMETH!"[/b] Immediately the hurricane vanished; he'd be wise not to use anything elemental against her... And this time he had gone too far in trying to intimidate her, with a admonition growl femme prowled forward. The winds picked up, the empyreans above darkened as if it twas midnight, soon snow, and clumps of hail began to swirl around in a gigantic tornado of ice- in the center of the tornado she stood, walking forward in his direction. Pupils enigmatical, caliginous, and emotionless; shards of ice came in his direction, the wind knocking down the surrounding trees and various boulders began to levitate in her mad delight. A mocking grin bared across her obsidian jowls, causing metallic canids to protruded from her upper lip. Ebon talons of curved value extracted once again from monolithic pedicles; the heruclean lowering and rising of her shoulder blades brought her forth. Her powers she had always kept concealed yet he triggered an anger which had burned for eons since her husbands death- his death by one masc with the same personality as this youth, yet the one who murdered her husband, Xaima was /stronger/. A master beyond even Solacia herself, he gave her scars both physically and mentally. She tried so desperately to help her late husband fight off the insane pendragon whom bared mastery in both the elements and dark sorcery... Yet her attempts twas futile; she was left scarred clinging to life and her husband dead, now... Now this youth had messed with the /wrong/ femme. The rage within her enough to cause bloodshed, she'd take anything he had to bring with her /full/ power. <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"Iyo haap myshemd E tui... Iyo sji sy tkuja shyo... ump shum suoms na fesh iyoj fauc alanamsul gyfajt...? E vemp shet amyodh ump iyoj vyylethmatt fell amp MYF..."[/b] She was malevolent and to the point where her sanity twas nearly diminished. She kept levitating anything in sight, destroying the terrian all together- fallen trees, boulders and other objects were being dropped upon him or swirled around the masc in a blizzard of sheer madness. Yet she forgot not of the femme, though nearly to the brink of utter extremities she lifted the young femora 'dragon off the ground and repositioned her on a plot of bare terra where Solacia herself had ripped the trees from the earth. She did this all while still padding forward in her slow yet powerful stride, the tornado and winds never died nor did anything else which raged both around the masc and within Solacia's mind.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Diable's talons unhooked from their grip inside the frozen ground. This brought him very high into the air, completely out of reach of Solacia's elemental magic. He sighed, admiring the useless destruction below him. { Naedalya. Diable here. I'm in the sky. Let's get out of here. } He decided that this was the best thing to do now. He wasn't going to fight Solacia anymore because his attempts were futile. He didn't know any magic. He circled in the sky, awaiting Nae's arrival or reply. He was weakening quickly, too. Naedalya was exhausted too, but not to a point like Diable's. Recieving his message, realizing that her own attempts to ward off Chitter and the others were futile as well. Nae nervously stared at Nadine for possibly the last time. { Bye, Nadine..The best you could have done was forgive me for getting you into this. But I've failed attempting to get you out..so don't ever bother forgiving me. } She took flight, and met with Diable.</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>Drak used some of his last remaining strength to counter the immobility spell and flipped backwards so that he was standing face to face with Targ. As blood dripped from his gash, he decided that if he wanted to survive he would have to leave the scene immediately. He started to back up, hoping that Targ wouldn't mind letting him leave. He knew it was obvious to both of them that Drak couldn't stand up to such a skilled fighter as Targ. He took a couple steps back, ready to hurry away.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'>{OOC: Question, Mitecha. Is Solacia trying to save Morgan, or Estrella? Cuz I think she put a shield around Estrella, but Morgan was the one Diable was tryin' to kill, and they were laying side by side... Oo;} BIC: Morgan began to wake from her deep sleep. First senses that sharpened were her smelling and hearing. Hearing the high-moving wind and objects being flung through her swivelling auds, and smelling all these items flying through the air quickly awoke her, though she was quite groggy and sore. Her energy was not even close to being back to its fullest, but she could open her eyes and actually understand what was happening. Which was surprising, considering how much of the conflict she had missed. She raised herself on her haunches, black wings hanging limp, too tired to even hold them up. Opening dark brown orbs, she observed that there was a new femme now. Morgan didn't recognize her as one of Tagryan's band, but she was fighting with Diable. Shaking her head, too tired to try and comprehend it, she moved farther away, avoiding flying objects as best as she could. The black 'dragon moved nearer to where the actual fight had taken place, wanting to see what was happening with Tagryan and Chitter.</font>
<font color='#A3BFED'>OOC : Uh... Morgan... But than I got confused... Just wanted to RP Solacia mad... oO; I'm weird like that.</font>
<font color='#A3BFED'>She watched as he flew up, he was no longer her concern as of anymore- but her sanity was nearly gone to the point where she extended her wings as if she were to spring midair and cause the tornado of sheer destruction to "greet" him in the skies. She /had/ to stop, she had too or she'd end up destroying and damaging more than she already had; a shiver twas sent up her spine as she mumbled lightly as if in need, emotionally... <b style=color:#FFFFFF>"Xaima... Halg na... Glauta... E notsm's las... Es suca ybaj na..."[/b] Immediately the winds died and Solacia regained her mentality; her energy slightly exasperated yet she wasn't weakened by any means. With a sigh she sprang into the air and flew off... She needed to "flee the scene", for from the skies you could see the massive damage she caused... If the reining authorities found out Solacia was responsible she'd certainly end up in Notios Sudesha for a time- luckily however, no one was injured or killed in her madness... With swift motions from her heruclean achromatic appendages Solacia left on her way across the oceans to another continent.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Diable watched as Solacia flew away. Oh sure, NOW she leaves. He explained to Nae all that had happened, as did Nae to Diable. They both needed to spend time together after all these years. Nae brought up a great idea - to become an aerobatic duo and make money. Diable didn't like it at first, but she talked him into it. Now that Nae had grown up to be just about Diable's size, he thought, they both looked very alike, except for the colours of their hair and the fact that he had a flametail. They could continue what their parents had hoped for after such a long time. And if their parents ever saw them, would they ever be proud. The siblings decided that their best bet for now were classes to advance their aerobatic abilities at Janardan. So off they went. ooc: I just think that this thread is going nowhere with the continuous fighting and exhausting Pendragons. I'm starting a new thread in Janardan. Feel free to join me in there. And this means you guys can obviously continue this thread without me.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'>Morgan watched the three fly off from where she sat. She walked back to where Nadine was tied up and lay beside the pit where the fire had been. Using a small spark of energy, she set alight the ashes there. She looked for Tagryan and saw Drak still hanging around. She narrowed her eyes at him. { Scat, we're not helpless even now, and you're ounumbered. } she telepathes to him threateningly. Turning, she looks at Tagryan, as if to say, "Now what?"</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1> OOC: I agree. This is going nowhere. Besides, with all the new people, I dont have time to keep up with all the charrie's I made when there was practicly nobody here. . So here's just a post to wrap it up... IC: Tagryan was tired. Bone-tired. Exhausted. All he could think of was sleep. "Oh, scat." he mumbled to whichever of his remaining foes was left, before giving in and flopping over on his side, to fall almost instantly asleep. Chitter, after a moments struggle, did the same.</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>Drak took the opportunity to flee immediately. He was finally out of this... but what of Nadine?</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>Estrella woke up painfully. Her head ache like no one's buissness and her legs were sore. Her left paw was probably infected, she would need to heal it sometime. She lifted her head gingerly and almost cried out in pain as she did. She looked around and was surprised ot find that almost everyone had left. Even more surprising, her spell had held! She quickly undid it and helped herself to her feet. Something wild had happened. Everything was in a total chaos. Some trees were on the floor, here and there, stones pilled up unaturally... What had gone on? She gasped as she spotted Tagryan and Chitter, asleep. She thought about murdering them in their sleep but decided she needed some healing first. She would kill them another time round. She slowly and, still, painfully made her way back to her little den, making sure she erased all traces, where she washed her wounds in a stone bassin and licked herself clean. As she did, she thought to herself How did i get into such a mess? Society, i tell you. Nothing but trouble And she vowed never to do it again and live as a hermit all her life. She knew, however, that she would probably have to break it.When she was done she fell asleep, after all, she needed to catch up a great deal of sleep.</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=6> THE END <FONT SIZE=1> hehe. seemed fitting.</font>
