Posts by warriorgirl1220

Arend shrugged as the Eastpriders began to trickle away. It wasn't his business. He went to go check on his own pride.

Enria sat by Fox and leaned down and gently began to lick his wounds, heisitating with her eyes pinned on his.

(Well, if I may, posting that you are bored doesn't encourage others to include you. Instead, find a way to include yourself in the rp.)

Aimee leaned back and smeared the drawing with her foot. Then, she leaned forwards, hands on her sides and looked at her guard with a serious stare, "My king might have his faults, but I'm no traitor. Everyone thinks a rider of the king is a criminal that can be bought out. Well, let me make this clear: I'm only here because I had no choice. Thron was hurt and I was surrounded. I-"

Tyler walked up, cutting her off, "Not a criminal? That's rich, considering your old man."

Aimee leaped to her feet, knife drawn, "Shut up, you little hired sword!"

Klink watched wistfully, wishing he could go with his leader.

Tyler snorted, then spun and walked off.

Throb reared up and began to charge, about to aim a massive bolt of electricity at the guard's retreating back.

Aimee threw her knife into the ground at her feet and crouched, curled up sadly. Thron broke off his attack and wrapped his tail around Aimee to comfort her.

Aimee lifted her head, thinking to herself, then stood. Thron, understanding what Aimee was asking him to do, struck out at Lyric with the speed of lightning.
Aimee picked up her knife and stepped in close to Lacy, threatening her neck with it, "Sorry, but I don't do going along with stuff very well. So here's what's going to happen: you are going stay still while we fly you and your dragon to the castle. Understand?"

[b] please don't mini-mod

(So Varden riders are gathering in varden, Aimee's attempting to kidnap Lacy, and Axel's kidnapping Sasha)

Aimee smiled, pulling a small bottle from her pocket, "See, I'm a light fingered little chick. This is what I need to heal him. Picked it off of one of your people." She shrugged, "So it's your choice. Die or..well, the king will probably kill you anyways, but you would probably like to come with me. No one likes a sore loser, you know."

Aimee jerked back, but not fast enough. The blade's edge struck the bottle and it tumbled to the floor, shattering. Its contents splattered out and Aimee stared at the growing puddle, "Well, that's a problem." Then, with a quick step, she ducked in close. The downside of swords was that to swing, your target needed to be a good distance away. Aimee, by moving in close, made it harder to get hit. And close fighting was the specialty of daggers, so with her small blade, she had an advantage. Nearly face to face with Lacy, she sliced up to put the dagger against Lacy's neck.

(It's no problem, she can be lost. And Rage can join west pride, if she approaches Arend and asks him)

Arend sighed and lay down, watching the smoke of the dying fires spiral into the air.

Lacy's foot connected soundly with Aimee's hip and she hopped back, moving out of range. If she had her bow on her, she would have stayed out of range and sniped Lacy, but her bow was with her pack, near where they'd first landed. She crouched, eyes fastened on Lacy as she waited for her to make the next move.

Arend looked at Rage, surprised, "What're you still doing here? I thought your pridemembers had headed out already."

"Then-" he broke off his answer to Rage when Ren and Layla came over. He purred as the cub leaped on his back and he carefully stood, not wanting to throw her off. "Yes, let's head home."

Enria followed Fox, her eyes scanning the damage. It wasn't as bad as the smoke and flames had made it appear, but it cut a big black line through their territory.

Aimee stabbed the ground in frustration, "You know I can't leave without him healed up first!" She stood, glaring at Lacy angrily.

Klink looked up, face covered in rabbit schmutz, "Huh? I heard my name?"

Aimee stepped back, hands raised slightly. Resentment and anger burned in her eyes as she glared at the Varden leader's daughter.

Tyler came in, juggling some lunch for the three of them, then stopped as he noticed the situation, "What's going on?"

Tyler turned towards Aimee, eyes narrowed, "Really?"

Aimee shrugged, "What? I'm technically a prisoner here, so the socially acceptable thing is to attempt to escape. It's part of life."

Aimee raised her eyebrows skeptically, "No offense, but you sorta strike me as a daddy's girl. Not a rebel."

"Awwww... The other riders were joking that his new girl had better be cute. The galbatorix riders, I mean." She smiled slightly, "I knew he had someone. He had that dopey look on his face."

Thron padded up, his long neck twirling around as he lifted Aimee up onto his large flat head. She sat there easily, not unnerved by the height at all.

"I knew of him, but never met him, ya know?" She waved her hands in two separate circles to demonstrate, "He was royalty, I wasn't. Different social circles. It was a scandal when he left, though. The king was fuming."