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| Author: | Seabird Mimetes [ November 8th, 2011, 11:05 am ] |
| Post subject: | Draft: Ch2 |
Klydin clutched a mug of warm azif juice. The clear but weak sunlight of a winter noonday illuminated the steam curling from the porcelain container. "He deserved it! He called my grandfather a tramp and a boozer!" Rage burned in the pit of his stomach. He sipped the drink, and recoiled at the scalding liquid. Why did Demiri always end up burning azif? It ruined the fact that it was his favorite drink. If he drank anymore of this it would definitely not be his drink of choice. "Oh...," he growled, "Then he spit on the ground and said he pitied me that his dirty blood ran through my veins. Who does he think he is?" "Probably someone who knew Jaymes. You know quite well what price he paid," Yonash replied while tapping the table with her claws. "But I hardly believe that is a reason for your course of action. He was older than you." "Yea... That's for sure," the youth mumbled. Yonash ignored him. "As far as the actions of Jaymes, he no longer has an impact on your life. As much as you loved him-" "Loved him? What makes you think that I no longer love him?" His voice gained volume and sent a bat decorated with painted lime green bands out of it's roost in a dark corner and onto Demiri's shoulder. She petted the mammal's head delicately. The soft touch of fur appeared to hold back some of her stress. "Would it matter if I said you love your grandfather of if I said you loved your grandfather? Either way the effect is the same. Jaymes never did truly love anyone, wither you gave those affections now or before." "What do you mean by that? He was a good dragon! He never did anything to hurt anyone!" Klydin shuddered with anger. "Everyone thinks he was the one who murdered Han!" Yonash sighed and shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not the sentry who saw Han fall to his death after his throat was ripped open, nor the king who sentenced Jaymes to death. What has been said has been said and likewise what has been done cannot be changed. You need to accept the fact that Jaymes was who he truly was." Klydin was raging inside. How could she talk about his own grandfather like that? He glanced at Demiri. A paining look of sorrow was plastered on her face yet she said nothing, her clawed fingers running through her bat's fur. Maybe it was the look of desperation in his eyes that finally caused her to speak up. She sounded nervous as she spoke. "Mother... I don't think he is ready to... See things as they are." Demiri almost seemed to duck her head as she waited for an answer. Yonash responded to her daughter gently. Klydin's anger continued to eat him from the inside out. "Maybe..." she turned to him. "Klydin, you got yourself into this scrap. As far as what the old timer said to you, forget it. Sometimes the best thing to do is to cast off the past." Klydin cut her off again. "Why should I? Grandfather never hurt anyone! You saw the look on his face when King Andrel executed him! He looked more like a frightened fish then anything else!" The blue dragon's face when red with fury and he shot out of his chair. "I don't have to listen to you! Not now, not ever!" Furious rage built up in him and threatened to burst and flood the room. Demiri quickly came up to him while a flash of black and green fur flapped off in another direction. Klydin glared around him, his lips curled and his fists clenched. The cup of azif shattered in his hand and the black contents splattered on his friend's belly. Her eyes were wide and fearful. "Please don't act like this! You're better than this! Before, the worst of your problems was remembering which weevs were safe to catch!" Although the words meant little to him, the memory they triggered was of a humorous sort. The fast fish were normally just as hard to catch as any other fish but there were a few that had the odd ability of shooting water from their mouths. The first time he saw a thick-lipped weev shoot his father with a salt spray he had laughed so hard. He almost chuckled at the thought. Almost. But he felt the burden on his heart lift ever so slightly. A slight ray of warmth touched Demiri's pale seagreen eyes. They glimmered, two water worlds on the verge of spilling over. How could he just burst open like this in front of her? Klydin forced his agitated quills to relax, fighting against the urge to punch the wall. A short, clentched grunt exited his mouth. Keeping a lid on his emotions, he settled back into his chair and attempted to calm himself from the gutteral rage burning within. “Demiri, I... you know I don’t mean to hurt them. I... just won’t let them talk about Jaymes that way. I won’t accept it. I just can’t.” $His tone was greatly deflated. The younger, soft-spirited dragon breathed in and out nervously as she attempted to comfort him. “You don’t have to accept truth right away... But you can’t be getting your spikes ruffled with these other people. It just isn’t right.” She paused, a clear longing to continue written on her pretty face. Klydin remained silent. A baracade of confusion blocked off the sense in everything. Emotion threatened to burst and flood the room. His tail swished back and forth like a swaying blade of grass in a tempest. Yonash’s voice broke the spell of uneasy silence. “I’m afraid that what he does now makes no difference. Here comes Lerin.” A petite scarlet skined valloian glided through accompanied by the usual tinkle of bells. If her face wasn’t red already, it would have been now. “I wouldn’t have expect this from you, given your proper raising,” the female growled with a screechy voice, “I won’t have this kind of misconduct in my son!” One other shape accompanied Klydin’s mother as she landed on the flat floor of the cave. Equipped with standard sentry harpoons, a strong and dark crimson male tailed Lerin. “Is this him?” He asked with an accusing and grumpy tone. The one he pointed to did not like the looks of this. Of all sentries, why did that snake-tounged fisher have to fetch this tired old geezer? Holding her head up in a prideful manner, Lerin nodded. Just great... He’d be disgracing the family name now. This was exactly why Klydin enjoyed Grandfather’s company. Jaymes would have understood... How he hated getting himself into these things. Grandfather would always have good cheer to butter up his mother. Now that he was at the bottom of the sea being picked apart by kaispers his mother now exersized a frightfully annoying intolerance of anything that she saw as disorderly. How Klydin wished she would be herself again... “Son,” the sentry addressed him, “You caused a disturbance and injured a senior citizen of our beloved town. If you would come with me without resistance there won’t be anything else to worry about.” How...? How dare this snobbish officer talk to him like that? How dare he?! All he did was stand up for Grandfather and now his mother expected him to leave in handcuffs without a word! If either of the two thought that he would comply, they had much to learn about him! “A disturbance? Injured? That toad deserved more than that! He mocked Grandfather! He... That... duck-faced pilth!” He finally ran out of breath at the insult, not feeling the slightest better. Lerin did not respond nicely. “What? Of all the ludricuous things... you dishonor us by denying the truth of your grandfather and you defile your poor mother’s ears with such horrid talk! I ought to wash your tounge with soap and cut it out! Maybe then you will respect what is reality and realize your place in Nebey!” She turned to the brown-eyed sentry. “You may do what is nessessary Sentry Tikdel.” The red dragon flapped her groomed wings and was soon into the air, the bells carrying a tad of her screeching voice as she exited. Lerin flew out of the cave for good reason. Tikdel brasided his harpoon menicingly. “I don’t have time for this foolishness. Come along quietly.” As the ill-tempered valloian continued to provoke Klydin, Demiri and Yonash had backed off a bit, allowing the scene to unfold. Letting his anger push him along, Klydin jumped over Tikdel with the help of his strong, sea tempered wings. Giving a panic-driven thrust, his long blue form burst from the cave and up into the clear sky. Was it the cold air that caused cold tears to pour forth? There was little time to think about anything besides what called for his immediate attention. Chilled winter air met his lungs. His wings kept flapping long after the voice of his mother had vanished in the cold atmosphere and the once bekoning voice of his friend faded away. Keep going... Where could he go? A juvinile scorned and pitied, where could- “Klydin! Don’t go!” A young voice screamed behind him. He turned his head as his wings propelled him farther and farther from his home to witness his one good friend crying out to him. Scared... but she still comes after me... He thought while Demiri with her black stained goggles trailed him. His stomach lurched at the sight of that not too well matnenced Tikdel thrusting himself in his direction, apperently yelling something to the female who was the closest to him. Yonash did not pursue him. Her injury long ago had prevented his friend’s mother from long flight or great treks across the blue landscape. His body glided over the cliff tops and thick vegetation that covered them, harsh waves beating them below where home-staying residents barely noticed him flying over. One could have poked his head out to see only a morphed blur of the sky mixed with kicked up sand. His old childhood friend continued to yell after him franticly. “Stop! At least slow down!” Even as far ahead as he was he could hear her labored, asthmetic breathing. Where was that old bettle? Klydin glanced back to check where under Heann’s Cradle that sentry was. When he saw no one besides his colorful friend he turned his body upward to even higher altitudes. The air was thin, but it fogged his confused head from all that stress, all that pain that came with Jaymes’ death. Again he pushed forward, zooming over waves sparkling in Ciepor’s rays to the left while high mountains poking the sky with their pointy tips stood to the right. Below him on the rugged hills that lead to the cliffs well built houses of wood housed the more wealthy residents of Nebey. While they were enjoying good company, food, and drink he was fleeing, flying away from reality. And still... She trailed him. Even after Tikdel had finally given up Demiri was still coming after him. Didn’t it hurt her lungs and whole body to push herself like that? She didn’t fly long distances like Klydin did on his fishing trips. True, she had strength built into her arms, but flight? She disliked that more than anything. But he didn’t want to stop, not now. Not when escape was so close! He could practically hear the birds of the swamp now! He paused in mid-flight. He could hear the birds! |
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