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Posted by Tayen and dragons on December 11, 2008, 2:24 am
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Larger, of course; four dragons in flight; five, if you included the unhatched egg that Zig-Zag's white head gently held in its muzzle. Tayen was perched atop the second larger dragon's back, the black and white duality, as well as the eldest of the family. The largest was the smokey grey, Umbriel, who had been little but a hatchling when he had first been introduced to his home. Next was Deep Sea, then Hyper Light, the latter who was close to reaching adulthood. Zig-Zag was the first to land, beyond the border, and the other three slowly circled and landed behind the massive duality. Muzzles lifted and inhaled the familiar scents, while Hyper Light, less familiar to the lands, observed something knew with only mild familiarity. Tayen hopped healthily from Zig-Zag's back, the battle that had taken place many moons ago no longer visible as scars and large wounds on her body. She walked forward; yet the family stayed behind, partially by instinct, partially by memory of Cortana's scent, heavy on the lands with time.
Tayen did not beckon them forward. She walked alone, her midnight coat lusterless and black as the new moon, her silver eyes as bright as the full moons. Her ears turned slightly as the paused as her paws touched the border, now noticing that not even Zig-Zag would join her in the lands. Her nose caught the scent of ashes, and she turned her head, noticing the burnt patches in the flowers. By now, they would have grown back... yet she asssumed that Cortana had maintained the spot, perhaps as a memento. Tayen would allow them to grow back once the lands were beneath her paws again; the flowers had a medical purpose and would be needed. Although they were plentiful, they had no need to be charred as a victory trophy.
She glanced back only once more, her eyes catching Zig-Zag's achromatic form in the distance, the jagged stripes of black and white scales shining out against the fallin dusk; Deep Sea with the torquise and forest green waves and four golden eyes; Hyper Light with the same jagged stripes as Zig-Zag, in black and gold. Them Umbriel, his large grey form a silent giant, only the trees rising above it. They could not help her now, as she passed the border, head now risen and tail erect, her silver eyes taking on fierce confidence as she stepped forward.
She would not accept Cortana's offer to stay in the lands beneath her rule; nor would she accept being a lone wolf. The lands had been hers before Cortana's, and she would not give in. War was mental, more mental than physical, and now that her mind had conditioned after the defeat, she would learn what it felt like to win after the largest loss possible. And even if victory would not achieve... Tayen would return time over time, until the lands were hers. And once her death came, they would belong to her sons or daughters, then their pups, alongside of the generations of dragons to be their life-long partners as they were Tayen's.
She did not bother to howl out her alarm; Cortana was surely familiar with her scent, and would have to come across her eventually. Tayen sat to her haunches, no longer glancing backwards, as the dragons were now far in the distance, only there to lend their spiritual support and nothing more. She rolled her tongue over her chops, waiting patiently to have her home back. There was nothing worse than to have a rightful home taken, and now that Tayen knew the feeling, she would not have it relinquished a second time. As she was awaiting Cortana to approach, she was awaiting the right to breathe freely again....
Already the air that was rushing into her lungs felt so much more gentle than the harsh open air of the mountain. The strong scents of flowers suffocated her nostrils, and surrounded her in familiarity; the type of scent that dragged back memories of the first times she had smelled it, and remembered the life she had accomplished with her friend the tiger, the life she had saved to help her pack flourished, the home she had provided to complete strangers, she protection she offered in the from of her own mortal body, and the only dragon who had been with her at the time, Zig-Zag. For a moment, she closed her eyes; not fearing a sneak attack, as her senses were wide open. She simply revelled in the memories as if they were the sweetest taste to ever touch her tongue, or the warmest feeling to embrace her since birth. The sun was slowly falling, dusk's dull limbo between day and night pulling itself forward, waiting for the sun to cast its rays on the horizon and paint the sky. Until then, Tayen's world seemed monochromatic and lifeless. Her eyes continuously jerked back to the burnt patch. Even if it wasn't there, she wouldn't have forgotten how badly she had wanted the lands... badly enough to set them into flames and perish in them with her opponent, if that became neccesary.
Hopefully, not this time.
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