An apparition in black darted through the thick brush of the frozen wood. Hours seemed to pass as she wove her way through the trees, leading them on as they chased in hot pursuit of the petite cloaked figure. “That’s it, follow the Lady..” She whispered softly to herself, her voice a hauntingly beautiful alto tone with a light accent. Echos of several male voices wafted to hear ears on the blistering wind, assuring the woman of their presence some distance behind her.
As she ran on in the bitter cold her mind drowned in a flood of thought and worry. Were they alright? Did all the thieves follow her? Would she even be able to find them again? These were only a hand-full of the questions that plagued her mind. The parting was much too abrupt, too soon. Once again her stability.. No, her sanity, was ripped from her very core! So close, he was so very close, now gone once more like snow in the spring.
‘You fool!’, a voice cried out from the depths of her mind, ‘You should have gone with them!’ But deep inside she knew this was not so. Angrily she pushed at the voice, locking it away once more. ‘Silence! This is my life not thy own.’, her own inner voice hissed in response. Intentionally she had dashed off in the opposite direction from her companions, in hope of drawing the thieves away. Thankfully, her plot had worked like a charm. With every step she took, the woman had left a distinct trail; prints that sank all the way down to the ground itself, the snow oddly melted away as if by some great heat.
The Lady found herself wondering if they would ever give up the chase. It was growing dark now, and the already unbearable temperature continued to drop with the coming of night. Shivers and chills crept up the woman’s spine as her slender glove-clad hands moved to wrap her midnight black woolen cloak firmly about her upper frame. “Time to end this.”, she whispered once more, as if speaking aloud to someone unseen. In a sudden fluid motion she swooped around a large evergreen and slunk her way into it’s bristly bows for concealment.
Dropping to her knees in the shadows of the tree, the small enigmatic woman produced a bag of substantial size from beneath her cloak and set it to rest upon the ground before her. A delicate golden snout protruded from the opening of the bag soon followed by a blur of wings and scale. The cat-sized dragon peered around herself intently before tilting her small head up to gaze knowingly at the kneeling woman. The dark hood bobbed a few times in a nod, and a gloved hand made a shooing gesture at the tiny dragon. Without hesitation, Scheherazade darted from the safety of the tree, out into the open of the forest. Leaning back against the tree trunk, the Lady brought her hands together, intertwining the fingers. Whispering an incantation in a now forgotten tongue, her blueing lips emitted a fine vapor into the cold with each breath.
Abruptly, the once tiny dragon grew in size, taking on a form large enough for even a human to ride upon. With a flick of the head and a low growl the golden dragon darted out from behind the cluster of pines, running headlong into the band of thieves who had finally caught up. Nashing her large sharp teeth in a menacing manor, the dragon then tossed back her head and let out a thunderous roar as she spread her wings wide to emphasize her size and power. A loud cry of terror rang out though the forest as the band of men were confronted by the monstrous form in the dimming light. In a shamble of screams and cries for help, the thieves quickly dispersed in all directions, soon vanishing out of sight.
When the coast was clear, Mystical emerged from the thick of the tree limbs. A soft chuckle lilted from her lips. Bringing her hands together, she clapped at the dragons magnificent performance and beamed a pleased grin at her golden companion. “Well done, well done!”, she chuckled as she lovingly wrapped her arms about the creature’s neck in a quick hug. Emitting a contented purr-like sound, the dragon lowered herself flat against the ground. In one fluid motion the Lady sprung atop the dragons’ back, before seating herself sidesaddle. “Now, we must find out friends. I do hope they are safe.” As the woman spoke, the dragon rose once more and spread her wings as wide before taking off into a low swooping soar through the trees.
Skillfully the dragon and rider traced the faint, yet unmistakable auras of their friends. They glided silently through the cover of the trees for some time, before finally stumbling upon the hiding place of the ones they sought. Scheherazade had not fully landed before Mystical leapt from the dragon’s back and landed with grace onto the snowy ground below. Her heart sank as Faye’s overwhelmingly frigid dispar hit her head-on. “Faye...”, her words trailed off as she quickly moved closer with an unsure step. Gloved digits swiftly moved to unclasp the heavy woolen cloak from around her neck. Then, with a swish of fabric she used the cloak to cover the other woman’s trembling form. Her caring arms draped about Faye, pulling her close in an unnaturally warm embrace.
In the midst of all the emotional strain, Mystical had lost concentration on her spell, and the dragon had shrunk back down to her original size. Vividly deep-green eyes, bursting with flicks of gold stared out at the Spirit beside her. Their intense gaze called out to his soul and spoke the words her lips could not. A worried Scheherazade crept over and began to nuzzle gently at the woman in Mystical’s arms. The once shrouded woman, was now fully visible. She was a petite thing, with an almost athletic build, accented just so by a womanly shape. Vibrant silky-smooth locks trailed over her shoulders in a hue that would rival the purest of flames. Her velvety skin was pallid, though the numbing cold made her appear more blanched than ever. A delicate nose rested between high cheekbones, and a sprinkling of freckles dotted her kind face.
Holding the gaze for a moment longer, she seemed lost in Keovari’s eyes. Finally her voice returned to her and she spoke out softly, but with a feel of urgency in her tone. “We must get her to shelter, or else she is lost to us.”
As she ran on in the bitter cold her mind drowned in a flood of thought and worry. Were they alright? Did all the thieves follow her? Would she even be able to find them again? These were only a hand-full of the questions that plagued her mind. The parting was much too abrupt, too soon. Once again her stability.. No, her sanity, was ripped from her very core! So close, he was so very close, now gone once more like snow in the spring.
‘You fool!’, a voice cried out from the depths of her mind, ‘You should have gone with them!’ But deep inside she knew this was not so. Angrily she pushed at the voice, locking it away once more. ‘Silence! This is my life not thy own.’, her own inner voice hissed in response. Intentionally she had dashed off in the opposite direction from her companions, in hope of drawing the thieves away. Thankfully, her plot had worked like a charm. With every step she took, the woman had left a distinct trail; prints that sank all the way down to the ground itself, the snow oddly melted away as if by some great heat.
The Lady found herself wondering if they would ever give up the chase. It was growing dark now, and the already unbearable temperature continued to drop with the coming of night. Shivers and chills crept up the woman’s spine as her slender glove-clad hands moved to wrap her midnight black woolen cloak firmly about her upper frame. “Time to end this.”, she whispered once more, as if speaking aloud to someone unseen. In a sudden fluid motion she swooped around a large evergreen and slunk her way into it’s bristly bows for concealment.
Dropping to her knees in the shadows of the tree, the small enigmatic woman produced a bag of substantial size from beneath her cloak and set it to rest upon the ground before her. A delicate golden snout protruded from the opening of the bag soon followed by a blur of wings and scale. The cat-sized dragon peered around herself intently before tilting her small head up to gaze knowingly at the kneeling woman. The dark hood bobbed a few times in a nod, and a gloved hand made a shooing gesture at the tiny dragon. Without hesitation, Scheherazade darted from the safety of the tree, out into the open of the forest. Leaning back against the tree trunk, the Lady brought her hands together, intertwining the fingers. Whispering an incantation in a now forgotten tongue, her blueing lips emitted a fine vapor into the cold with each breath.
Abruptly, the once tiny dragon grew in size, taking on a form large enough for even a human to ride upon. With a flick of the head and a low growl the golden dragon darted out from behind the cluster of pines, running headlong into the band of thieves who had finally caught up. Nashing her large sharp teeth in a menacing manor, the dragon then tossed back her head and let out a thunderous roar as she spread her wings wide to emphasize her size and power. A loud cry of terror rang out though the forest as the band of men were confronted by the monstrous form in the dimming light. In a shamble of screams and cries for help, the thieves quickly dispersed in all directions, soon vanishing out of sight.
When the coast was clear, Mystical emerged from the thick of the tree limbs. A soft chuckle lilted from her lips. Bringing her hands together, she clapped at the dragons magnificent performance and beamed a pleased grin at her golden companion. “Well done, well done!”, she chuckled as she lovingly wrapped her arms about the creature’s neck in a quick hug. Emitting a contented purr-like sound, the dragon lowered herself flat against the ground. In one fluid motion the Lady sprung atop the dragons’ back, before seating herself sidesaddle. “Now, we must find out friends. I do hope they are safe.” As the woman spoke, the dragon rose once more and spread her wings as wide before taking off into a low swooping soar through the trees.
Skillfully the dragon and rider traced the faint, yet unmistakable auras of their friends. They glided silently through the cover of the trees for some time, before finally stumbling upon the hiding place of the ones they sought. Scheherazade had not fully landed before Mystical leapt from the dragon’s back and landed with grace onto the snowy ground below. Her heart sank as Faye’s overwhelmingly frigid dispar hit her head-on. “Faye...”, her words trailed off as she quickly moved closer with an unsure step. Gloved digits swiftly moved to unclasp the heavy woolen cloak from around her neck. Then, with a swish of fabric she used the cloak to cover the other woman’s trembling form. Her caring arms draped about Faye, pulling her close in an unnaturally warm embrace.
In the midst of all the emotional strain, Mystical had lost concentration on her spell, and the dragon had shrunk back down to her original size. Vividly deep-green eyes, bursting with flicks of gold stared out at the Spirit beside her. Their intense gaze called out to his soul and spoke the words her lips could not. A worried Scheherazade crept over and began to nuzzle gently at the woman in Mystical’s arms. The once shrouded woman, was now fully visible. She was a petite thing, with an almost athletic build, accented just so by a womanly shape. Vibrant silky-smooth locks trailed over her shoulders in a hue that would rival the purest of flames. Her velvety skin was pallid, though the numbing cold made her appear more blanched than ever. A delicate nose rested between high cheekbones, and a sprinkling of freckles dotted her kind face.
Holding the gaze for a moment longer, she seemed lost in Keovari’s eyes. Finally her voice returned to her and she spoke out softly, but with a feel of urgency in her tone. “We must get her to shelter, or else she is lost to us.”
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