Dragon Riders

Sven: The word rider makes me stop completely. I look up at him, jaws clenched. "No," I say as my mark continues to burn.

Feur
I hiss out laughter. /You cannot lie to me so easily, rider. Instinct is pointing me right at you./

Sven: "I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. I'm only a monk," I say coolly, although inside I've never felt madder. After so many carefully planned years of avoiding my dragon, how could he have found me? I remember something one of the monks said, an elder who hardly ever spoke. "You can't avoind fate."

Feur
I let out a small rumble of amusement. /You do not want me then? Then i should kill you, because there is no reason a chosen rider should deny his dragon. It would also get rid of this nagging voice in my mind/

Sven: "Why don't you just go on your way?" I hiss. "You've lived this long without me; what difference does it make now if I live or die?"

Feur
/How should a human like you understand my instinct?/ I nudge him with my nose, make him fall back. /From the second you were born i've had this nagging voice in my head, telling me to seek you out. Well, i'm here now and you don't wish to claim me. How does that justify my years of looking?/ I grumble annoyed, hissing slightly. /And it will continue to yell at me so long as you refuse me./

Sven: "Well I'm sorry," I say for lack of anything better. "But that's just the way it'll have to be."

Feur
I hiss angrily. /Foolish human. You think you can run from this? Just spend the rest of your life la-di-da in some church while good battles evil. Don't you religious folk usually go for the good, do whatever you must to fight for it?/

Sven: "What I do and don't do is none of your concern, is it?" I snap. "I've seen the chaos your kind have created, and I refuse to partake in it. You're as useful to me as a broken arm."

Feur
My eyes narrow to mere slits. /And yet you have the power to prevent such chaos. So step forwards and prevent it!/ I breath deeply, spit out a stream of white hot flame, lighting a near by house on fire. I turn and snap at him, stopping mere inches from him. /I do not consider myself the best of draco, little rider of mine. Step forward and claim me, though, and i will follow you to which ever side you lead me to. That is a promise every dragon makes to their rider./

hey pavo~

Hey. sorry, I kninda forgot about this.

its fine. seems like everyone did....

Sven: I don't flinch. "You've heard my answer," I say simply.

Feur
I growl, pause before hissing out laughter amused. /Try as you might, little rider of mine. You cannot avoid fate./

g2g

mmk.