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    Eliza frowned playfully at him at his words, "Pet dragon? Pft more like you'll be my pet. In my dragon form your tiny." She mocked, a grin laced on her face before she ran after him. As soon as the fence was in sight excitment glowed in Eliza's blue eyes. She pratically felt like crying as she ran towards the fence and watched Lukas begin to climb it. She was just about to follow in suit when she heard it. The thundering of hooves and feet as knights on horses charged their way. Horror filled Eliza's eyes and she froze up for a brief moment, unable to hear Lukas trying to hurry her. Then before she knew it Lukas used up his energy to cast them all into darkness. Eliza stared, still slightly frozen but quickly shook her head and rushed to Lukas' side to ensure he was okay. "Hey you feeling okay? We need to g-" But that's when she heard it, suddenly an armoured Griffon swooped down from the sky and grabbed her roughly by the arm making she scream in shock as she was torn from Lukas' side and pulled high up into the sky. Eliza's eyes filled with horror as the large bird-lion like creature used it's massive claws to try and restrict her but suddenly Eliza hissed. It was too late now, she couldn't hide it.


    Out of anger and fear, the red-haired girl let out an ear piercing roar that seemed to make the Griffon screech angrily at her. Then Eliza snarled and struggled out of the bird's grasp, using her flames to make the creature drop her mid-air. Eliza fell for a few moment before suddenly she began transforming, her body ripping into scales and her dragon-form and unfortunately her cloak being torn apart completely in the process. She contiued to fall and suddenly a rumble occured as she hit the ground, dust scattered and cleared to reveal her thankfully fully transformed and slowly getting up from the fall. The Griffon hissed and wasted no time flying back down at her to attack her. Eliza growled dangerously and worriedly glanced over back to where Lukas was before nodding and suddenly leaping up into the air, flying towards the Griffon with claws and teeth bared, prepared to fight for their lives. They couldn't be captured now. They were so close!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height:;]The panic that raced through Lukas's head as the Griffon dragged Eliza upward was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He stood, frozen for a moment, eyes glued to her small body, no longer by his side. Anger flared through him as the veil of darkness dissipated, revealing where he stood. After seeing Eliza give him a nod, he didn't waste time summoning more of his power, his blood pumping with adrenaline. They wanted a fight? Lukas made sure to deliver. Suddenly, a colony of black, spindly shadow figures raised out of the ground, focused on the group of soldiers that loomed closer with every second. With a small flick of his wrist, the figures loped toward the soldiers, faster than he would have ever though possible.


    Caught of guard from their display of their unique abilities, the soldiers came to a halt. After a second of uncertainty, a crack sounded through the air. One of his illusions staggered before disappearing in a cloud of mist. Lukas watched in sheer horror as the kings men shot everyone of his figures down. He tried summoning more, but his power was completely drained. Lukas bit the inside of his cheek as they surged forward, reaching for him. Like hell they won't. He thought with a smirk. Lukas turned, now facing the forest, and took off in a sprint. They would have to go on foot if they ever hoped to catch him. Lukas prayed this would be enough to deter them. No such luck.


    Lukas ran, breathing rough and ragged, thighs burning, as he dashed to escape the soldiers. Already exhausted from his use of powers, Lukas tripped over his own feet and stumbled to the forest floor. He was in the process of regaining his balance when, suddenly, a fist snatched up the material of his shirt, clearing him off the ground. Lukas flailed and cursed as he dragged him back to their horses. This was it. He was finished. The young man let out his last attempt to escape, using his ability to confuse the man, but he held strong, much to Lukas's surprise. Finally giving up, Lukas looked to where Eliza was, now fighting with the Griffon. He caught her eye and mouthed "Go, Get out of here!" as he was dragged into the cluster of soldiers. One approached him with a frown, and lightly tapped his arm. In a blink of an eye, Lukas was gone. When he regained his awareness, the young man looked around, the realization that he was in a dungeon, smacking him square in the face.[/fancypost]
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    Eliza roared angrily watching Lukas being chased, although whenever she attempted to help him the cursed Griffon cut her off. Desperately hoping to help Lukas the dragoness managed to slash at the Griffon, causing it to loose balance and fall but at the sound of gun shots Eliza hissed and whipped around, facing the men chasing Lukas. She let out another angry roar as she swooped down towards them although she got distracted seeing Lukas now being dragged towards the group, trying to mouth for her to escape. Horro and fear riddled her as she roared again, desperate to get to him but suddenly as a gun shot rang out a monsterous cry fell from the dragon's jaws as Eliza tumbled towards the ground, suddenly unable to fly.


    Eliza hit the ground hard, growling deeply as a few men charged in her direction. She attempted to fly back up but when the pain returned Eliza looked over at her wing in terror to find large bullet holes had torn through it. Eliza cried out in pain, blood dripping from her wings. "L-Lukas!" She called in her dragon-like voice. Although she just caught sight as he suddenly disappeared with another guard and fear shook her. Eliza was forced to transform back into her human form, slowly her body grew smaller until she was a bruised and battered girl with messy red hair and icy blue eyes. "Give him back!" She cried angrily at the soldiers that had circled her. She stood helplessly in the center of them before one of them laughed and threw something at her. "A grenade? Heh." She muttered, staring at the triggered bomb before it suddenly exploded.


    Fortunately, for her she could absorb most of the explosion, inhaling it through her mouth and leaving the majority of the guards in a mix of awe and terror. But one guard stepped forward with a smirk and laughed slightly. "Fall little Dragon." He suddenly said, which caught Eliza off guard. She frowned in confusion when suddenly she hissed, gripping her chest in fear as she suddenly felt breathing get harder. They poisoned the grenade! She thought in terror before suddenly the girl toppled over, fallen on her side and passed out completely. Then the guard stepped forward, grabbing her roughly by her red hair and teleporting away to the dungeon where her limp and unconscious body was tossed in the cell across from Lukas. The guard looked down at her and laughed slightly before exiting the cell and locking it behind him before going over to where Lukas was and grinning as he tapped the cell bars.


    "The King will be pleased to know that you two pests are locked up. The King doesn't like those who oppose him in power." The guard mocked from behind a mask before chuckling coldly and walking away, the keys at his belt as he left the two in the darkness of the dungeon.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height:;]Lukas groaned in frustration. After all the work they did to get to the border, this really had to happen? Unbelievable. The young man sat up in his small cell, taking in his new surroundings. The cell door sat in middle of the wall, and a bucket occupied the corner across from it. The rest of the room was quiet and empty, save for the thin breaths that escaped his mouth. Lukas shivered from the chill that ran up his spine. The Kingdom had won. He was foolish to think he could actually escape. They both were.


    At that thought, Lukas jumped to his feet and slammed into the bars, just as a guard exited the cell across from him. Lukas spit at his feet, earning a nasty glare in return. Only after the man had left, after they were plunged into darkness, did the young man speak. "Eliza, please tell me that's not you in there" He murmured, shaking his head. It was hopeless. He knew it was her, whether he wanted to belive it or not. They were stuck in the king's dungeon until their trial, which was pointless. Everyone knew dangerous powers were against the law. People who harnessed these powers were almost always put to death.


    Lukas sighed softly as he slumped against cool metal bars. "Sorry I dragged you into this Eliza. I really thought the plan would work." He muttered. Lukas slammed his fist into the ground, letting his anger get the best of him. He winced as pain splintered through his wrist. Lukas clutched his close fist against his chest. To just give up felt like the easy way to get out of this. To knowingly walk to their deaths. They worked to hard for it to end like this. They were stronger than that. Lukas glanced over to where he presumed Eliza was laying. "We need to make a plan. We're not giving up this easily" He decided aloud. He just hoped Eliza was up for it.[/fancypost]
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    The girl whined softly as she regained conciousness, the poision she'd inhaled burned at her lungs and her body was covered in bruises. Although as she heard a voice she winced, knowing it was Lukas. She had heard him but failed to reply, her body was exhausted and sore, she was so lucky only to be hit in her wings. For if they had shot her limbs or body then she would've suffered the same wound in her human body. Although her body felt like it was ablaze. Slowly Eliza tried to pull herself to her feet but found herself unable, so she merely lay against the cold dirty floors and she outstretched her hand to make a small flame, a source of light. She smiled weakly as she managed to see Lukas but her eyes misted as he began apologizing and he'd punched the floor.


    "L-Lukas.. i-it isn't your... fault." She replied breathlessly, her voice quiet and broken. Her blue eyes were dull in the flame, and soon a tear ran down her face. She knew what this meant for them. This was the end wasn't it? She wondered where they'd went wrong? The girl was unable to lash out, but instead simply began to sob. Salty tears dripping down her face and her breaths growing more uneven. Although as Lukas spoke up again she paused slightly, still shaking on the floor but quieted herself to hear him. We're not giving up this easily. His words were slightly reassuring and she tried to force a broken and unsure smile.


    "But how?... Damn if I only could've gotten away... Then maybe I could've rescued you from the outside... But I got myself dragged in here too..." She hissed to herself, although she tried to take deep breaths in a weak attempt to calm her rigid and teary eyed self. She probably looked like a mess right now. She could pratically feel the bruises and small cuts along her arms and back from where that Griffon had got her.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height:;]Lukas stared miserably at Eliza's face, now illuminated thanks to her fire. He watched helplessly as her body shook, no doubt she was sobbing. Actually, crying seemed really appealing to Lukas himself, but he knew it wouldn't help get them out of this situation. Instead Lukas leaned his head back against the cool, metal bars of his cell and thought. Thought of ways to escape, to make it to their freedom. He came up empty handed. The young man let out a long sigh as he rubbed the bruises forming along his jaw. Somewhere along the way he must have ran into something, and hard. He winced.


    After assessing the damage he had taken, Lukas then glanced at Eliza, trying to piece together what they had done to her. He could already feel the rage bubbling up his throat, but pushed it down. He had to stay rational. He couldn't let his childish feelings get the best of him, no matter how fond he was of Eliza. Lukas opened his mouth to speak, only to find that nothing escaped his lips. The young man gave up on conversation altogether as he suddenly felt tired. So very tired. It must have been the side effect of using so much of his power to raise those shadow figures. This whole process what utterly and entirely draining. He hardly tried to fight it as his head slumped against the bars, and his eyelids slipped shut. Lukas was vaguely aware of Eliza speaking in the background, something about her getting away. He almost smiled. That's what he'd wanted her to do from the start.


    Within seconds, Lukas's breathing steadied and he finally fell asleep at last. Except the idea of rest suddenly didn't seem so appealing when his first nightmare occurred. Similar to last night's, it was his family, all locked away in a dungeon. Ironic. Lukas watched in horror as the soldiers retrieved them, one by one, and brought them their deaths. Right as the axe came down in his mother's head, Lukas's eyes flew open and he whipped up into a sitting position. Sweat gleamed over his forehead, and his breathing came in deep, ragged breaths. He waited until his heartbeat slowed before looking toward Eliza. He met her gaze, realizing she must have been watching him sleeping, screaming, all while being awake herself. His gaze traveled to the floor. "Sorry. Sorry for falling asleep like that, I just felt so tired and I think my powers use so much energy, and it just took over me. I didn't mean to do it, I swear. Sorry if it worried you, I didn't mean for that." Lukas cut himself off, realizing that he was rambling. He let out a long sigh. He was going insane and starving. Great.[/fancypost]
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    Eliza watched Lukas as he sat silently slumped against the metal bars. He seemed to be having just a hard time as her, even if he didn't shed tears. She could hear it in his long sighs and eventually she watched as he slumped over even more, falling asleep? "Poor Lukas... That fight must've taken a lot out of him." She spoke softly, concern glowing in her slightly reddened eyes. Eliza then lay in the silence, her flame going out and a cough escaping her throat, these cells were dusty and it didn't help her intoxicated lungs. Thankfully it was only a simple posion they used, it was enough to knock her out and make her suffer. Though she doubt it would kill her. Although she suddenly frowned, the killing, the king probably wanted to do himself. They were just suffering down here, waiting for the release of death. She then pondered how long they would keep them down here. Although when Lukas started muttering and then screaming Eliza quickly lit a flame in her hand to watch him writhe in his sleep. Nightmares. She thought sadly, edging closer to the front of her cell to try and reach her hand through. If only she could reach him from across the hall, try and comfort him. It hurt her heart to actually listen to his screams.


    But then all of a sudden Lukas shot up, sweating and panting and looking more scared than she'd ever seen him. She then frowned again, wincing at the thought of him waking up like this every night.Perhaps I shouldn't have encouraged him to sleep last night... I wonder if he always wakes up like that? She thought worriedly until Lukas turned around to meet her gaze. Her icy blue eyes were still dull, but held a look of concern as Lukas began apologizing. Oh how badly she wished to be by his side, she wanted to comfort him. "L-Lukas... It's.. okay. Please don't apologize." Eliza replied to him as softly as she could manage before pressing her forehead against the rusty old bars. "Damn posion. If I were strong enough I could've melted these bars to liquid iron." She hissed, as if trying to prove her point she pressed her hand against the bar and focused all of her left over energy on it. The bar slowly began to turn red hot and steam burned from around her hand and the bar. Although as she began to faulter in strength the bar didn't get any hotter, but instead remained in it's red scolding hot state.


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    I want to say I'm extremely sorry for my activity! I'm going to be responding to all my posts tomorrow. I've been extremely busy lately and my muse for rping has been pretty low. I'm hoping to gradually get back on this website, so I wanted to let you know that I haven't forgotten about our thread!