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    [align=left][sub]hey! i'd be interested in doing a rp with you!
    i actually had this idea in mind where it's sort of fantasy world where there are people that can actually ride dragons and communicate with them telepathically. These people ae very feared and since a dragon rider can be either good or bad(in the idea that they aren't trying to kill everybody or take over the kingdom) dragons riders are persecuted and killed on sight, since killing the rider also kill the dragon. Each dragon rider has a distinctive, unusual black marking on their body that tells them apart we'll say that tattoos don't exist which i think was the case anyways.
    currently in the kingdom that the rp will take place in, they are under threat of being attacked by a neighboring kingdom that actually has enlisted a dragon rider to serve in their army. With a dragon on their side, they are nearly guaranteed victory over the other kingdom. So, in an act of desperation, the king sends your character, the head of the royal guard, to find a dragon rider to implore them to fight for them. so, you character sets out to find a dragon rider but is attacked by bandits who is then saved by my character who then tries to ditch them asap. Your character follows them and finds out they're a dragon rider and then it'll go on with your character trying to convince them to fight for them but failing and my character is like, really closed off and stubborn about it?

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    Luck was something Morrigan Archeron did not have much of. Especially in the last few months at the castle. Just those few months ago, she'd been a semi-high ranked soldier in the kings army. She was lucky enough to even be at the rank she was as a woman, though most of the men respected her. She was as equally skilled as them, if not better in all kinds of combat. You see, her father had been captain of the guard when she was a little girl and he'd trained her since she could start walking. Mor's mother didn't exactly approve, but she didn't stop it either because after a while Mor enjoyed fighting, and being able to fight for the kingdom. They began accepting women into the guard when she was about eight years old, and so her father pushed her harder, and eventually enlist. Unfortunately, her dad was killed trying to save the king from an assassination attempt when she was about fourteen. Ever since then, Morrigan wanted to live up to the Archeron name, and be as good as him.


    Now, twenty two and having seen both battles on the front lines as well as being a guard in the castle, Mor was appointed Captain of the Guard. You may think that was luck, but it wasn't. Because every single captain since her father died, each died a brutal..brutal death. The other castle guards called it a curse. Morrigan still wanted to be the Captain but, she also feared for her life. Nevertheless, the young woman took on the job and did her absolute best. So far, nothing had happened to her. It was only a matter of time....


    The king sent for her one day, bearing awful news. Their rival kingdom, the one they kept going to war with over years and years, now had a dragon rider in their ranks. That meant that their kingdom would be crushed by the army. The king quickly explained her duty, she was to head out in search for a dragon rider of their own to bring back and fight for them. Morrigan knew this was most likely a hopeless task, as most dragon riders were killed as soon as they were discovered. But, he insisted. Mor feared when she returned there may not be a home to return to.


    Days later she said her goodbyes to her friends, her mother, her little brother, and hopped on one of the fastest horses the castle had. Morrigan had been told where dragons occasionally were seen flying through the air, by gossip the king had heard over the years. She had no idea if she would even find one, and this quest frustrated her. Mor of course knew she had this duty to her kingdom and it would be the only way to save the people she loved.


    The unluckyness kicked in a couple days into her journey. She had just left a small village, replenishing her food and drink, feed for the horse, when a group of about five men ran ahead and began to circle her. Bandits she hissed, and slowed her horse, glancing around at them all. Morrigan was skilled....she could most likely take them. Morrigan quickly reached for a dagger and tossed it at the nearest man, before charging her horse forwards, sword unsheathed and swinging for another. He had a sword of his own, and they clashed, the force from it knocking Morrigan off her horse and onto the ground. She quickly rolled away before being stomped on, and desperately tried to avoid being trampled by any of these horses around her. She swung, managing to knock one horse down and she quickly went for the fallen rider. But there were still four men trying to go after her, and on horses. Morrigan wasn't sure she could win this fight.


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    But the growing danger forced him to leave Tithage, which stood no chances against the rival kingdom's army now. Being drafted would only end in his death for it would be sure that someone would witness the mark that all dragon riders bore, showing their bond with their dragon. Callith's mark was on the back of his right shoulder, making showing very difficult for him. It was black in color, an outline of a dragon's head etched into his skin. No one was able to obtain such strange markings, or any sort of inkling on their skin, which strongly set dragon riders apart from normal people. So, he'd have to leave the kingdom and live as a nomad, or perhaps locate a group of dragon riders that he could travel with.


    With such a plan in mind, Callith was led on to a village in which he heard rumors of dragons flying around. If there were dragon riders truly hiding out there, instead of burning the entire place down, then they were bound to be good folk, he assumed. Callith road down the path leading to the village, after which he'd go back to the nearby lake where he left his dragon, Jura. He had instructed the male to stay there while he checked things out, not wanting him flying about because there would certainly be soldiers flocking the area immediately looking for a dragon rider.


    The sound of hooves interrupted his thoughts, causing Callith to stop his horse. He listened to the still air, frowning when he caught the metallic clink of swords. Grabbing his boy and arrow and securing his sword, he swung off his horse and darted into the brush, carefully picking his way forward until he could see what was going on. His eyes fell upon a girl surrounded by four horsemen, easily outnumbered by them. Yet it was her clothes that caught his attention. A soldier of the royal guard. Callith frowned, wondering if he should just leave her. Getting involved might keep him in her company longer than he'd like not to mention that it would seriously mess up his plans. Still, he couldn't just leave someone to die, a king's dog or not.


    Nocking his first arrow, Callith took aim before releasing, hitting one rider straight through the neck. As he fell to the ground, the other three looked around in surprise while Callith moved quickly from his position. He nocked another arrow, taking aim at a third and hitting him in the head. One of the others saw the direction where they his had flown and immediately charged towards him. Scoffing, Callith charged out of the brush, holding tight onto his bow. At the last moment, he dodged to the side, hitting the horse's legs with his bow, which promptly broke from the impact. However, the horse stumbled from the grazing, falling to the ground and tossing its rider. He turned back in time to dodge the sword of the final rider. Callith backed away next to Mor, glancing at her from the side of his eye as the rider turned his horse around. [b]"You can take this one, can't you? Or do you need some help?" He asked her, a hint of annoyance in his voice.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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    Hopelessness had washed over the young Morrigan, but she was not going to give up without a fight. The man she had knocked off the horse was dead within seconds, her sword stabbed through his chest. The woman spun around, her short blonde hair now sticking to her face. She was slightly bloody already and sweating for sure - oh she was probably a stunning sight huh? Four riders were left, all looking at her grinning in triumph. Maybe if she ran she could at least spare her life? Suddenly though, one man went down with an arrow in his neck. There was a second woosh and another rider went down, leaving two.


    Morrigan, expecting she could be hit soon as well, quickly dashed out of the way and over to one of the previous riders horse, shielding herself the best she could. A third rider went after the archer of the arrows, leaving bandit number for with her. Their eyes met, and she twirled her sword, energy kicking back in. Mor''s blue eyes flicked briefly to the man charging out of the bushes - her savior she supposed? And he absolutely destroyed the third guy as well.


    Mor nearly forgot about her opponent until the archer came over, speaking to her in a tone that Morrigan did not exactly like. She let out a snort before pulling another dagger out of a strap on her leg, tossing it at the horse. The rider made an attempt to deflect it, but missed and the horse went down. Mor charged then, getting to the bandit just as he scrambled to his feet with a sword. Blades met again, and after flew clangs of metal, Mor had knocked his out of his hand, and then her sword was sticking through his chest. She pulled it back out and panted, turning to the mysterious archer from the brush who'd saved her life. Morrigan took a few more breaths before speaking. "Thank you," she said, though remained cautious in case he wanted to kill and steal from her too. Morrigan looked around, not seeing her horse. She whistled and the creature returned within a few seconds from hiding in the woods. Relief washed over her that her things were in tact, and she grabbed the reins of the animal, patting its nose. Morrigan glanced at Callith. "Sorry about your bow, though," she murmured, and proceeded to dig through her back of coins, heading over to him. "That should be more than enough for a new one. It's the least I can do for you saving my life," she held out a few gold coins for him.
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    Mor grabbed a cloth from the bag strapped to her horse, and used it to wipe the blood from the blade of her sword before she sheathed it back in her holster. She desperately needed to find a river or creek or something to bathe in and clean some of the blood that was on her. She rolled her eyes as the man who helped her responded in a very bitter, annoyed tone. "You didn't have to do anything," Morrigan snapped back at Callith, shaking her head. The other guards horses had run off already, the others dead. Mor felt bad, the creatures hadn't done anthing, but, she hadn't had a choice. "You could have just let me die," Mor pointed out. What kind of person would be annoyed at the fact they helped save someone's life? It wasn't like Mor had asked him to help her fight.
    As her adrenaline wore off, she noted a small pain on her arm. She glanced at it and noted that one of the men must have cut her with their sword. It didn't seem terribly deep but it was still bleeding and she'd have to take care of that as soon as she could. "The kingdom is under threat of the enemy army having a dragon rider in their ranks. How could I protect the kingdom from that?" she rolled her eyes and started to pull her daggers from the bandit''s bodies. "Besides, I'm on a direct mission from the king. I'm looking for someone," Morrigan decided against specifics, she couldn't exactly trust a random stranger, even if he had saved her life.
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    Callith reached the lake in moments, forgetting about contacting Jura before hand. He swung off his horse, rushing to the water's edge, looking over the dark blue waters. Jura! We need to leave. There's a Royal Guard combing the area. It's too risky staying here. For a moment, there was nothing. The waters were nearly still, soft waves created by the gentle breeze rolling on the water. Then suddenly, the water exploded, a single huge burst sprouting from the middle of the lake, sending up a huge spray. the lake's surface rippled violently and the heavy beats of wings followed as the spray retreated to reveal the grayish form of the large, dragon. It's body was long and strong, built for speed but also possessing a suitable about of strength. His wings were the same size as his body, hooked on the ends to ensnare enemies and cut down whatever lied in his path. His tail, however, was the longest portion of his body, the armor strongest there, as it served as a whip and a hand, though his body itself had armor stronger than anything man could create, like all other dragons. Their armor was the reason why the rider was always targeted instead of attempting to kill the beast itself. Two birds with one stone.
    Jura's shadow stretched over the lake as he flew low, not daring to let himself be seen above the treeline. His landing was sloppy, given that there wasn't a sufficient amount of space to do so properly. Water that remained on his body slipped off effortlessly as Jura and Callith turned towards each other.
    What's with the urgency Callith? I see you haven't gone to the village, there aren't any supplies. What happened? The dragon questioned curiously, tilting his head to the side, electric blue eyes watching Callith closely. [b]"There's a Royal Guard combing the area. I ran into her when she was being attacked by bandits and saved her life so I was able to find out what she was doing all alone after questioning her. All she said was that she was looking for someone but I couldn't take the risk. So, we need to leave immediately."     He didn't bother responding through Jura's mind, believing that no one else was even going to be around to hear anyways.
    Jura hummed within his mind, turning to stare out over the lake before his swung his head back towards Callith. Then I guess I'll fly in the opposite direction in which we're going to head anyone off then circle back towards you. You can ride ahead with the horse since we'll still need it and all. Callith nodded, agreeing wholly. "Then let's hurry. Make sure your wings aren't stiff. Stretch them out good so you don't get cramps," he said as he went to ready his horse. There was no way he was going to let them get caught.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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    [That's alright!]


    Morrigan frowned at his words, only because she knew it was true. She was a woman, and fairly attractive, so only God knew what the men would have done to her before they killed her. She shivered at the thought; one man had tried that once, but then it had only been one man and she'd been a trained warrior. Needless to say the man can never try that again, after Mor was through with him. She took a canteen of water from her horse and poured a tiny bit on her injured arm, hissing as it stung, but she tried wiping it clean with her cloak. She raised an eyebrow as this stranger spoke about how he didn't think the king was above assassination. Morrigan merely shrugged - what the king decided to do wasn't hers to question. This quest though, was a shot in the dark. He told her to go alone, which was insane but it drew less attention if she did, but even that the odds of finding a willing dragon rider to fight? Yeah right. She was sure the king would treat them like a slave of the kingdom, and plus, the risk of dying in the dragon fight ? Morrigan knew that if you killed a rider the dragon died too. There was a deep bond there and Mor had a hunch dragon riders would rather not sacrifice their life or their dragons. Except for whoever this crazy bloodthirsty soldier was in the enemy kingdom.
    "I have no idea what the king plans," she said and stood there, cleaning her arm wound. Once she had told the man that she was looking for someone, he was extremely quick to head off. "Thank you?" she questioned, eyes following him as he quickly left. Something about that didn't set right with Morrigan, and she swung herself up on her horse and begin to quietly follow, keeping herself at a good distance and following the horse's tracks.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 4px black;]Callith Troter[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]i'm not in this universe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; color: white; font-size: 6pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px;]Pushing his horse at nearly full speed, Callith reached the lake in no time, not even bothering to look behind him. If he got there soon enough, he could quickly inform Jura and then make a departure. The only thing was that he hadn't gotten the chance to get to the village. He bit his lip, knowing he would have to just travel to another village along the way. The provisions he had on him wouldn't last too long. But the next village was miles from where he stood. If he hadn't stopped to help that girl, he wouldn't have been in such a mess. But then again, he could have potentially been in trouble if he hadn't. Knowing that a Royal Guard was combing the area at least let him know it was too dangerous to stay.
    Callith reached the lake in moments, forgetting about contacting Jura before hand. He swung off his horse, rushing to the water's edge, looking over the dark blue waters. Jura! We need to leave. There's a Royal Guard combing the area. It's too risky staying here. For a moment, there was nothing. The waters were nearly still, soft waves created by the gentle breeze rolling on the water. Then suddenly, the water exploded, a single huge burst sprouting from the middle of the lake, sending up a huge spray. the lake's surface rippled violently and the heavy beats of wings followed as the spray retreated to reveal the grayish form of the large, dragon. It's body was long and strong, built for speed but also possessing a suitable about of strength. His wings were the same size as his body, hooked on the ends to ensnare enemies and cut down whatever lied in his path. His tail, however, was the longest portion of his body, the armor strongest there, as it served as a whip and a hand, though his body itself had armor stronger than anything man could create, like all other dragons. Their armor was the reason why the rider was always targeted instead of attempting to kill the beast itself. Two birds with one stone.
    Jura's shadow stretched over the lake as he flew low, not daring to let himself be seen above the treeline. His landing was sloppy, given that there wasn't a sufficient amount of space to do so properly. Water that remained on his body slipped off effortlessly as Jura and Callith turned towards each other.
    What's with the urgency Callith? I see you haven't gone to the village, there aren't any supplies. What happened? The dragon questioned curiously, tilting his head to the side, electric blue eyes watching Callith closely. [b]"There's a Royal Guard combing the area. I ran into her when she was being attacked by bandits and saved her life so I was able to find out what she was doing all alone after questioning her. All she said was that she was looking for someone but I couldn't take the risk. So, we need to leave immediately."     He didn't bother responding through Jura's mind, believing that no one else was even going to be around to hear anyways.
    Jura hummed within his mind, turning to stare out over the lake before his swung his head back towards Callith. Then I guess I'll fly in the opposite direction in which we're going to head anyone off then circle back towards you. You can ride ahead with the horse since we'll still need it and all. Callith nodded, agreeing wholly. "Then let's hurry. Make sure your wings aren't stiff. Stretch them out good so you don't get cramps," he said as he went to ready his horse. There was no way he was going to let them get caught.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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    [Ah I think you edited instead of posted!]


    Mor followed the hoof-prints in the dirt and/or mud within the foresty area. They were getting fresher and freshee, which meant she must be getting close. At one point, the young woman came across a small stream, and she stopped quickly to wash off her face and hands, clean off her wound and wrap it as best she could with her one hand. Then she refilled her canteen and hopped back on her horse to continue following the man who'd saved her. Morrigan was still trying to figure out why he'd left so quickly. It was very mysterious and obviously suspicious too. She hadn't even said who she was looking for or anything about her quest, yet the man had bolted. Of course now, she was going to follow and see if Mor had reason to be suspicious, or if she was totally wrong and he was innocent.
    The hoof prints seemed to follow the stream which began to widen, eventually letting out into a lake. Morrigan slowed her horse down and slipped off, tying the creature to a nearby low branch before creeping through the trees to the edge of the lake. She had heard the sound of a voice, as well as some louder noises on the way. However - what she ended up seeing, she wasn't prepared for. There was the man who'd saved her but - but then also.... a dragon. Morrigan let out a small gasp before covering her mouth, staring. The man was talking to it. She couldnt hear what he was saying but ohh...oh he was a dragon rider. It made sense now that he had run off so fast. But Morrigan was excited - she'd actually done it - she had found a dragon rider! Her eyes never left the dragon; Mor hadn't seen one in person before. It was so big, and honestly to her a very beautiful sight. The creature definitely looked terrifying, but Morrigan wasn't scared. She glanced back at her horse, unsure how to approach the situation. Mor couldn't walk out there, the dragon could be spooked and burn her to a crisp.
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    this is what i get for posting late at night//


    Somebody's here. Callith turned around quickly at Jura's sudden words, his eyes looking around for any signs of whoever was sighted. He'd be damned if it was that girl he saved earlier. If only he hadn't rushed off like that and tried to make a great quick escape then he wouldn't be stuck in this situation. Since she knew his face, he couldn't possibly run now. So, if she decided to attack he'd end up having to kill her. How ironic, considering he practically saved her life earlier. Perhaps it would have been better if he hadn't bothered to intervene. It's what he got for deciding to be nice for once and he certainly wasn't going to do it again.
    Can you see them at all? Callith asked as he drew his sword, preparing for anything. A low rumble sounded in Jura's throat, like a soft warning growl. No. But I can see a horse somewhat. They must be hiding nearby. Callith nodded to himself, moving to stand in front of Jura. [b]"Oi! Whoever you are, come out where I can see you! Or else I'll have my dragon set your horse on fire!"     Callith called out threateningly. Being this far out into the woods, walking back on foot would take a considerable amount of time, not to mention there could still be other bandits in the area. Or just plain thieves. It was a bet that whoever it was needed the horse enough to want to save it. And if whoever was out there hiding, was indeed that girl he had saved.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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    [its ok i'm just glad I checked the page! i definitely have done that before]


    Morrigan had begun backing away towards where she had left the horse, planning on just staying low and following maybe for a little longer when she felt something change. And then the dragon rider called out to her, threatening to burn her horse if she didn't come out and show herself. Well, crud. She didn't have much of a choice now. Her horse did not deserve to become cooked meat, and Morrigan didn't think she'd be spared again either. So, with a small sigh she went over and untied her horse, leading the creature out into the open, her hands up, one of them clutching the reins so her horse came alongside her. For some reason she didn't exactly feel too threatened by his words, but Mor wasn't about to take any chances. "It's just me, archer," she didn't know what else to call him since she never asked for his name.


    "I come in peace, I promise. I do not wish to harm you or your dragon," Morrigan spoke slowly, and even tried for a smile on both the dragon and the man. "You left suspiciously...I wanted to make sure you weren't with the bandits and were merely playing me for a fool,' her blue eyes danced back and forth between Callith and the large, beautiful, yet terrifying creature by the lake. Morrigan was a little scared of the creature, she had to admit, but she was more curious than anything else. "I see that I was extremely wrong. You're a dragon rider?" she asked in disbelief, a smile still on her face, as well as an expression of awe. "I have never seen a dragon before, he-or she- is beautiful," her voice had dropped to a whisper by now.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 4px black;]Callith Troter[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]i'm not in this universe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; color: white; font-size: 6pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px]Callith's first reaction was to snort. [b]"Now why would a king's dog actually not want to harm a dragon rider hmm? Do you expect me to believe that? Do you think I'm gullible?" He snapped, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening as she walked out. He could very much use Jura if de did decide to attack but with him being so large, she could slip past if she were skillful enough. He couldn't allow himself to believe her for a moment. As someone of the Royal Guard at that, he didn't believe she had no intention of killing him. Otherwise, she was still up to no good.
    Callith scowled when she talked once more, only irritated by the compliment. "What? You're imagining how his scales will look on a dress for you? Don't even think about it. Since you've seen my face I can't be letting you live. Otherwise, you'll just hark about it to all your castle friends and have me killed right?" He asked her coldly, glaring at her. It was all just a lie. She'd turn on him for sure, and then he and Jura would be dead and he just couldn't possibly have that. Not after surviving so long, or after all the time it took to raise Jura. It really did suck to think that he had just saved a Royal Guard from bandits only to have to kill her. He didn't feel guilty at the thought of having to do it, no, he felt annoyance at how things couldn't have just been easy for once. Every single time, something always happened to make things harder for him. It's like he couldn't catch a break. Perhaps even when he moved far out of the kingdom too far away lands where he heard rumors of a better life laid, that he still wouldn't be given a break. Well if that was the case, it was still better than dealing with hiding every day fearing for his life. At least he wasn't subjected to assumptions and generalizations of an entire group by a mass of ignorant people.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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    Morrigan probably should have expected the attitudend towards her, based on how he'd acted before. She just was very taken aback that this man would assume she was here to harm him or his dragon. Then again, dragon riders were hunted, but it wasn't like everyone in the kingdom necessarily agreed. Morrigan hadn't actually believed that dragons existed until it was confirmed there was a rider on the enemy's side. Before then, dragons and riders to her had been nothing more than a tall tale. And now, Morrigan was seeing a real live dragon for the first time...no way she would ever want to harm the creature. "I do not blame you for thinking the way you do, but I truly am not here to harm either of you, nor run off to tell the king of your existance. That's not my mission," she explained, though there was absolutely no way he was going to believe her unless she did something to proove she was good.


    Morrigan did laugh, and full on laughter as he continued to think she was some heartless creature on a quest to destroy all dragon riders. "Me? In a dress?" she had to hold her stomach she was laughing so hard. "I am captain of the guard. I would not be caught dead in a dress. Oh you're funny, dragon rider," Morrigan said and she bEgan to remove all weapons from her personnel, toss them on the ground by her horse. She even slipped off her armor. "You are so very wrong about me, but so be it," she took a few steps forward and knelt down on the ground in front of him. "Kill me," she said with a shrug. "I'm only out here looking for a way to save my kingdom. My family- my mother, my little brother...thousands of innocent people will die, and I'm the kingdoms only chance at keeping them alive," she stared up at the person who had saved her, only to end up killing her. "So kill me, and you'll kill all of them too," there was no more laughter in her eyes, just sorrow and a small amount of fear. Morrigan glanced over at the dragon, wondering if he could understand what she was saying, somehow see that she was being truthful. "I don't want to hurt you. I just want your help," she spoke to the dragon rather than Callith.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 4px black;]Callith Troter[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]i'm not in this universe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; color: white; font-size: 6pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px]Callith snorted at her attempt of guilt-tripping him. Why the hell would he care about the fate of this kingdom? Why would he even have to care about saving a whole bunch of people who hated his very existence? She had to be delusional to think he'd feel any sort of duty to this kingdom. Callith took a step forward, ready to just end it. To be damned with the kingdom and the royalty. Wait, Callith. He swung his head towards Jura, was staring directly at him. [b]"What? She's up to no damned good!" Instead the dragon shook his head, shuffling his scaly wings. He swung his head towards Mor, leaning down till he was eye level with her, but not too close up in her face. Listen human, he reached out into her mind, also allowing Callith to hear his words. The time to ask for help has passed. Now, those who made their decisions must face the consequences of their actions. And, unfortunately, these consequences also come at a price. If you're asking for help in what I think you are asking, then there are two things that could happen. One, we help and fight and then it starts and age where dragons and riders will be turned into weapons, forced into slavery. Or, I and my rider could be heroes to your kingdom. But would that count towards all dragon riders? No. We'd be an exception and still, others like us would be targeted. Jura pulled back, rising to his full height, opening his wings slightly. The reality of man is that they don't learn until they suffer. Innocent people will always die and there's nothing we could do about it. And there's no guarantee that even we could defeat that dragon rider on the other kingdom. I have never had to fight another dragon. He could be stronger than I am. This isn't a world of heroes and miracles. Jura breathed through his nose, letting out what seemed to be like a sigh. But, that decision is Callith's to make.
    Immediately Callith shook his head in response. "No need. I'm saying no. I'm not putting our lives on the line for nothing," he answered.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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    Morrigan could see that Callith did not care at all about the kingdom, or anything, so she prepared to make an attempt at dodging this killing blow and bolting. There might be a higher chance at survival that way, she didn't think the dragon would want to burn down a whole forest just to kill her, or injure itself crashing through trees to get to her. Plus, maybe if she made it back to the weapons she could try and kill Callith. Morrigan would rather not do that though. Before however, the man made any moves to kill her, he stopped and looked at his dragon. He had apparently spoken to Callith.
    She didn't understand what was going on until the dragon got down to eye level with her, close, and then there was a voice in her head. Morrigan gasped again, eyes widening as this creature vegan speaking to her. For a moment she glanced towards the human, thinking she might be mad, but of course he must be hearing him too. Morrigan glanced back at the dragon, still shocked, though she listened to every work. And this dragon - he wasn't wrong. What she was asking was a lot, and it was a very big risk. Once the dragon finished and left it up to the human to decide, she knew he would never agree. Morrigan's shoulders slumped in defeat, not expecting the mission to go south so soon. "It is a lot to ask - and I know considering the kingdom's past I couldnt guarantee a better future for dragons and dragon riders," Morrigan sighed. "I guess I thought it wouldnt hurt to try, try and at least make things different," she shot a glare towards Callith. The dragon was more respectful than he had been. Morrigan didn't know what else to do. Was he still going to kill her? A thought came to her then. "If you won't help me, maybe you can help me find a rider who will? There is supposed to be a safe place for dragon riders. I can't exactly just waltz in..." she had actually thought about that, how she would arrive at the place. She most definitely could not wear her armor, she'd be dead within seconds.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 4px black;]Callith Troter[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]i'm not in this universe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; color: white; font-size: 6pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px]Callith was absolutely appalled. First, she tried to recruit them to fight for the kingdom and now she was asking them to take her to the only safe spot for dragons and their riders? He laughed, disbelieving at what she just asked. [b]"You must be joking," he sneered as he ran his fingers through his air. She couldn't possibly be serious. There was no possible way he was going to do such a thing. Not like it would work anyways. If he brought her there, a regular person, she'd be killed anyways. Callith betted on the fact that she wouldn't be heard out either. Having been to their only safe haven a couple of times, he's never heard anyone say anything in support of people who weren't dragon riders. Perhaps it was an unpopular opinion but he also doubted anyone of those people would really want to die for Tithage. Unless they were young and stupid. Even, would anyone else really allow them to go? After all these years of hate?


    Bringing you to our safe haven would be the utmost irresponsible and would result in your death. They wouldn't even give you a chance to listen. You could give your word to keep it secret but it's a risk we cannot take. But, for now, I want you to tell me something. Jura interrupted before Callith could raise his voice again, leaving the man disgruntled and angry. He wanted to tell her off on her naivety. But he let the dragon speak, crossing his arms as he eyed her judgingly. So as we know there's supposedly a dragon rider fighting for the other kingdom, Jura continued. Now, do we know if this is true or not? Have the rider and the dragon been seen? And is there a known motive? Tell me all you know. So, Jura had a plan then. If the other kingdom was really putting up a facade then there wouldn't be a reason to fight. But if a dragon rider was really taking orders from a person who hated dragon riders then what would stop him from killing other dragon riders...?


    The sudden revelation stunned Callith, so much that it also made him irritated. He still didn't want to fight in the war, though. Sighing, Callith walked forwards, crossing his arms. "Listen here you. I'm not fighting for the king. I will never fight alongside anyone from the king's army for any reason. But I'm going to kill that dragon rider. He's a traitor to our kind and everything we've been through. And you're going to help me do that." Instead of fighting on the frontlines, he'd just sneak in and kill the dragon rider himself of his own accord.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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