Fantasy 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒

[junegloom]

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abandoned royal

Callum.

outfit

Araes Royal Guard Uniform

location

Nireath

interactions

Malaenys, Vysenya, and Thalia

tags

social , WanderLust.

Callum did not expect to be brought into the sisters' spat. He shuffled a bit, an awkward smile in place as Vysenya scolded her sister for what he assumed was just a simple oversight.

"There is no need for an apology, for no offense is taken. I need no thanks for simply doing my duty."

Callum wasn't being kind or humble, he was simply speaking what he believed to be true. He was not particularly diplomatic or careful with his words, so he was not trying to make the younger princess feel better. It was just part of his job. He was not a civilian taking action in a time of need, he was a guard doing exactly what he was meant to do. He did not expect thanks when dealing with royals. Many were too self-important and viewed themselves above anyone else who was not blessed with a notable bloodline. Though, for his own vanity, he did enjoy compliments and thanks when he did receive them.

Thankfully, things seemed to simmer down from there as each princess turned from each other to converse elsewhere and Vysenya turned to focus on himself. He laughed

"Well, I can confirm Mal is a sight to behold on the battlefield. He may have been raised a royal, but I can confirm he is a true warrior. I'm lucky to have not been on a side that opposed him. However, because of our friendship, we have made a plan in the event that ever happens."

Leaning back against the wall, Cal grinned at the princess as he thought of which story he could tell her of their times in battle. One that possibly made him look a little more impressive than Mal.

"I've got a good one. One time—"

Before he could even begin his (likely greatly embellished) recounting, he was interrupted by a cry. It immediately set off alarm bells in his head, causing him to straighten up and place his hand on the hilt of his sword. The banging on the doors was even more concerning. When they burst open, letting in flames and burning bodies, Callum did not panic. Instead, a sense of cool calmness washed over him, quickly forcing him to shift into focus. Thank the gods he only had one sip of the ale Vysenya offered.

Time slowed down as he surveyed the situation. He grabbed Vysenya and switched their places so that he was a barrier between her and any potential danger. Quickly he began removing his armor. It was a bold move considering the very present dangers around them, but he'd rather take his chances with being wounded over being boiled inside the armor or sinking if they needed to swim. In his quick assessment, swimming seemed to be the least deadly option considering the other escapes seemed to be blocked by flame.

Further assessment was interrupted by some stranger wandering over trying to give directions, however, Callum wasn't interested in listening to someone he did not know and therefore did not trust. Not even processing what the stranger said, he looked to Mal— one of the few people in the room that he trusted implicitly.

It felt like minutes had passed since the fire broke out but it was merely seconds. He turned back towards Vysenya, placing the hand that was not on the hilt of his sword on her shoulder.

"Vysenya, keep close to me no matter what," Callum stated firmly. It was not up for discussion. With a firm grip on her upper arm, he guided her through the masses that were scrambling about the room. In his eyes, there was only one way to leave this ballroom and that was to jump into the ocean and swim to shore. He did not ask Vysenya if she could swim as he assumed that the heir of Nireath would certainly be able to. A crowd was pushing out onto the balcony in a panic to escape, so instead he guided the princess to a window that he proceeded to break open.

"You are going to jump out and swim to shore." It was not a suggestion, but a command.

With Vysenya having a relatively safe route of escape, he looked back to see if any royals from Araes, the ones he had taken an oath to protect, were in need of assistance. With all the commotion and thick black smoke, it was difficult to tell.

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[elanara]

All it took was a second — one bloody second — before everything turned into chaos.

The moment the doors flung open, Will didn't hesitate to abandon Alex and the others taking part in whatever conversation they were having to find the heir. It was his duty, after all, to serve and protect her at all costs, and he downright refused to leave until he found her and got her to safety.

By now, the crowd was in full blown panic. Not even a brief moment ago Naelys was within his line of sight. Now, she had completely disappeared.

Fuck.

"Nell!" Will shouted repeatedly as he pushed and shoved his way through the smoke-filled room. The heat was intense, especially under all his fucking armor. But he pushed it to the back of his mind, focusing only on finding Nell and getting her the hell out of here. Forget the rest of the royal family. They had their own guards protecting them. And he knew Mal would find his own way out. Maybe he'd found his sister in the crowd and escaped with her? He thought. But then he remembered having seen Mal just minutes ago on the opposite side of the room. There was no way the prince would've been able to reach Nell that quickly.

Not without him noticing, anyway.

Determined to find the princess, Will continued forcing his way through the screaming, panicking hoard. The flames just outside the main door were now beginning to climb up the walls and lick the ceiling. It wouldn't be long before the flames completely engulfed the castle and make it come crumbling down on top of them. They had minutes to get out of there. If that.

The metal of his armor was burning with the heat, sending rivers of sweat rolling down his skin. Black smoke billowed in thick, heavy clouds, turning his vision hazy and burning his eyes. Will ignored it all, holding his arm up over his nose to try to keep himself from breathing it the smoke. All the while, people continued rushing past him by the dozens, yelling and screaming and coughing as the smoke choked their lungs, trampling over one another just to get out. Some even fell to the floor. Nobody stopped to help them.

Neither did he.

He kept moving. Several more seconds that felt like an eternity passed before he finally spotted her — a big, poofy golden dress sticking out amongst a sea of greens and reds and black.

"Nell!" He rushed over to her, pushing any and everyone out of his way, not giving two shits if they were some fancy lord or lady of the other kingdoms. When he finally caught up to her, he grabbed her tightly by the arm and tugged her close. "This way." He lead them in the opposite direction of the crowd, out of the ballroom and onto the balcony. The fire had completely blocked any other way out of the castle, and there wasn't any time to wait for someone to come and rescue them.

So yeah. This was the best he could fucking come up with.

Will rushed her over to the edge of the cliff and began unfastening his armor, peering over the edge as he did so. Below, at the very bottom, rough waves crashed against stacks of jagged rock. He didn't bother thinking of the possible dangers of this ridiculous plan. Only that jumping was their only way out. A couple of others on the balcony as well, he noticed. An Araes guard and the Heir to Nireath. They must've had the same idea that he did. Will acknowledged them with a short, curt nod before turning his attention completely to Nell.

"Take off your dress." It sounded more like an order than a suggestion. "Now," he said, with more urgency when she hesitated. "Unless you want to sink and drown."

 

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The tension seemed to somewhat ease from Vysenya’s frame as she spoke to the guard, a rare smile forming on her face as they engaged in conversation about battle and glory. She was not one who had any intention of becoming a sword-wielding princess, she was content with the stories of others. Swirling the golden ale in her goblet, she stayed intrigued and interested in the words of Callum as he prepared to tell a story of his own accomplishments, as she was sure there were many. But the tale was cut off before it could begin, the sounds of laughter and music soon ceasing as well. Turning to look at the entrance of the ballroom, the woman raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting briefly to that of her sister as if trying to see if she knew what was going on. But the screams and desperation on the other side of the door couldn’t have been predicted and neither could be what followed them.

A fire raged into the rooms and ate at the bodies of its victims, slowly stripping them of their ability to see, speak, and move as they ran about, trying to find salvation and protection from the drunken nobles and royals. The shock of the situation caused Vysenya’s grip on the goblet to loosen, causing it to clatter to the ground, spraying alcohol on everyone’s feet and clothes, but that did not seem to matter. Confusion and fear flickered in her darkened gaze as she was quickly pulled behind the body of the Araes’ guard as if he would fight the flames themselves if they dared to harm those in his company. Words failed to form and she could only watch, rooted in her place, trying to understand what was happening.

Callum’s voice felt far away and fuzzy to the princess as he grabbed her arm and began to lead her away. Instantly, Vysenya found her voice and a cry left her, panic painted on her face. “My mother! I cannot leave her! And my sister!” Despite the disgruntled and unfriendly interaction only minutes prior, in that moment, Vysenya felt the claws of fear and loneliness sink into her heart as she lost sight of her mother and her sister. She could not fight against Callum’s grip and helplessly trailed after him, trying her best to avoid the bodies of guests who scrambled about the room, trying to find a door or window that would not result in death.

She grew up in the castle, she knew that the cliffside was deadly if one did not jump far enough. She had seen what happened when drunken men had fallen over the edge of the balcony, only to be impaled by the rocks below. Glass shattered as Callum broke the window, the harsh breeze flowing inside, sending a chill across her skin. Her breath felt tight in her chest but she knew she could swim. She knew she would survive. As Callum turned his back, potentially to go back, Vysenya reached out her hand and grabbed his forearm, her grip tight and desperate. “I will not go alone. I’m not to leave your side Callum.” Though fear was present in her gaze, a certain need to survive, a gaze that was not unknown to Vysenya. She had freed herself once from a situation that could’ve claimed her life, she would do it again.

She heard the footsteps of additional people approach the window and it seemed that others would use this route for escape. Callum did not leave Vysenya and returned to her side, their fingers interlaced as they stepped onto the ledge of the window. Panic and chaos were to their back and a raging ocean of darkness and uncertainty was in front of them. Without a word, they jumped, their bodies at the mercy of the Gods as they fell, the air whipping at their bodies and clothes as the ocean crashed forcefully at the cliff behind them. Her hands pressed against her sides and her body tensed as she prepared for the impact. It hit her like a brick as she sunk into the water, bubbles, and fabric wrapping around her body as she swam upwards towards the surface, her chest and lungs feeling the pain of hitting the water at such a distance. Breaking the surface, Vysenya gasped before coughing, whipping her head around as she searched for Callum.

Though it was dark and bodies were falling from above, she still swam towards the man, a certain desperation evident on her face. They had survived, but others, well, they were not so lucky. The pair swam toward the shore which was littered with panicked citizens and guards, many of which were heading toward the dragon pit, to release the beasts and allow guards to put out the fire that raged within the castle. Vysenya found herself kneeling in the water, coughing and breathing heavily, her body trembling slightly at what had occurred. Was this to be what her rule would be? Death and fire? It was no mere coincidence that such an attack would occur after the arrival of the previous crown prince. She was no fool.

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[WanderLust.]

TERITHEON FEYD
ROGUE ROYAL

Under the Influence of Adrenaline

The Kingdom of Nireath - Ballroom

Briar Vaele neverbackdown

Click Me

It was an honor to dance with you Prince Teritheon. Briar’s voice was thick with sarcasm and distaste as the music came to a close.

“The honor was all mine, Princess.” His voice was equally lacking in sincerity, his patience hanging by a mere thread as he bowed swiftly. Something about that girl frustrated him to no end, leaving his jaw quite firmly clenched with restraint as Briar took her leave, only to stumble into her own father mere moments later. It took everything in him not to make a snide comment about the fact that she had once again failed to watch where she was going. With an irritated huff and a delectably smug smile, Theo turned in the opposite direction, plucking a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing servant and knocking it back, content to let this be the end of their obligatory encounter.

An excellent pairing it seems. It is lovely to see the newly engaged sharing a dance.

The champagne caught in his throat, prompting him to sputter and cough as he repeated those words in his own head. Snapping to attention, Teritheon’s eyes began to search the crowded hall for his mother, only to spot her hovering expectantly to the left of Briar’s father. Theo’s brow furrowed immediately, his sage eyes burning with betrayal as he exchanged a withering glance with his scheming mother.

Did you know about this? Briar’s voice sounded accusatory at best, and as much as he would’ve liked to take credit for the escapade that was causing her current state of dread, the glare he had directed at his own kin was enough of an indication that he too had been left completely in the dark regarding this betrothal.

“I assure you I had no knowledge of my mother’s intention to pawn me off as a stud stallion.” If looks could kill, Teritheon’s mother would lay dead on the floor, instead she had the gall to look as though he were the one acting inappropriately.

Just as Briar’s father opened his mouth to speak once more, the sound of a shrill scream cut through the crowded ballroom. Teritheon flinched ever so slightly at the sound, something about it evoking an unwelcome memory. He was all too familiar with the morbid melody of absolute agony… a song he had heard one too many times, though he had admittedly not been expecting to hear such toiling at a royal ball.

The hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle as he exchanged a wary look with Briar, a rhythmic pounding against the outer doors causing the numerous nobles in the hall to grow quiet. Teritheon and Briar were perhaps one of the closest couples to the outermost doors of the ballroom, the hostile conversation with their respective parents had shifted towards the edge of the room leaving them exceptionally exposed to whatever chaos loomed outside the castle.

“Get back.” He did not wait for his orders to be followed before extending his right arm and ushering Briar behind him. He may not have been particularly fond of her at the moment, but that didn’t mean he had any intentions of letting the girl get injured in the wreckage of the ensuing peril.

Theo wasn’t sure whether the doors had been opened, or if they had simply collapsed under the weight of those seeking refuge, but the plume of smoke that engulfed the ballroom was suffocating. In mere moments, their surroundings had become unrecognizable, cloaked in a thick, black haze, and in the next breath came the thundering of crumbling stone. Some sort of pillar had collapsed, a column perhaps, and missed crushing Teritheon and Briar by a matter of inches.

Instinctively, his hand latched around Briar’s wrist, his grip anything but gentle as he pulled her towards him, thankful that he had chosen to wear his gloves lest he unintentionally send the girl writhing in pain. He could scarcely make out the outline of objects a few feet away from him, even Briar, who hovered mere inches from him, was barely recognizable.

For a fleeting moment, his thoughts strayed to his mother… Briar’s father. Where had they landed in this chaos? His gaze searched the crowded ballroom, though the corpses that now littered the floor were scarcely distinguishable from the nobles that were still running for their lives. He swallowed thickly, his gaze falling on Briar, wishing she would give him some sort of instruction, to demand that they turn back and find their parents, but no such order came, and Teritheon came to grips with the nauseating truth that turning back now would almost certainly ensure he and Briar joined tonight’s death toll.

“This way!” His voice cut through the symphony of screams as he ushered Briar towards the doors to the balcony, though it was difficult to tell in which direction they were meant to be moving. He could just barely make out the armor of a royal guard, then a second, then a third, all of them congregating near the balcony, each of them with a charge of their own whom they were attempting to escort to safety. If he gave himself too much time to linger on the reality of his mother’s likely fate, he feared he would not be able to convince himself to keep moving, so he barreled forward with Briar in tow, each step a gamble as he narrowly avoided tripping over the bodies of the fallen.

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[junegloom]

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estranged cousin

Aelina.

outfit

dress, hair

location

Nireath

interactions

Daemond

tags

social

What was a light and airy conversation was cut off so quickly by a dark and heavy realization. Aelina's sense that something was wrong was not as sharp as Daemond's but she was not far behind him. Her smile faded as he straightened up at the sound of the screams. They were not screams of laughter or joy but ones of terror and pain. Aelina felt in her core that something was very, very wrong. From that moment on, her brain started to slow down as fear gripped her heart. She could hardly concentrate, the sound of her heartbeat joined the cacophony of screams and shattering glass.

Daemond reacted for her as a crowd escaping the burning ballroom burst onto the balcony, pulling her to the side to save her from being trampled. Her hands gripped his forearms tight, trying to anchor herself in the situation.

"We need to get out of here as quickly as possible, it’s not safe for you to go inside, we need to get you to the safety of the shore."

It took half a second for her brain to finally catch up to what was happening around her. She wanted to argue that she would be fine, that she needed to go inside to find her parents, but one look at the mass of people spilling out the balcony doors told her that she'd not be able to make it inside, let alone navigate the smoke and the chaos to find them. Part of her knew that they'd wholeheartedly oppose her even thinking of putting herself in such a dangerous situation to search for them.

Shore. Safety. She could do that.

"I can swim," Aelina said as more of a reminder to herself than a declaration. The gears were finally turning in her mind. "Help me up and I can jump into the water."

Now sharp and focused, Aelina turned her back to Daemond so that he could help her onto the ledge of the balcony. While her dress was not heavy, it did not allow for her to climb up unassisted.

Heights were never a fear of hers, however, she never had to jump from such a height. She didn't know what was waiting for her beneath the surface. Was she jumping only to be impaled by hidden rocks? Aelina wobbled a bit as she stood on the ledge, looking down at the dark water. No, no, others were jumping and swimming, she would be fine. Or that's what she was trying to tell herself. Her internal argument seemed to go on for ages, but in reality, it only lasted half a second before it was interrupted. A shove from another panicked guest forced her off the ledge and had her falling.

The grip of fear in her chest released and she was overtaken by a strange sense of calm just before she hit the water.

Aelina surfaced with a gasp of air and a clear mind. Her only thought was to swim towards the shore. The water would have been refreshing under different circumstances. She didn't even notice the burn of exhaustion that carried through her limbs until she crawled onto the shore. The once pleasant breeze chilled her now that the temperature had dropped and there was no sunshine to warm her skin. It wasn't clear if her shivering was from the cold or from the rush of adrenaline, though it was likely a mixture of the two. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath.

This was not her first brush with death— she's had many in her short lifetime. However, this one felt the most real. The danger was physical and a present threat that she was fully cognisant of, unlike the illnesses that left her delirious with fever and barely conscious of what was happening to her.

She realized that she was still wearing Daemond's jacket and wondered if she'd even be able to give it back to him or if she would even see him again.

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[Top11]

Finn

Th Stranger

The Lapis Palace

unsettled

outfit here

interactions

social Wanderlust

Finn had arrived Late to the ball but better late rather than never, entering the ball he felt nearly naked without a single weapon, it was an abnormal feeling of vulnerability something he’s been trying to get used to his entire time in Nordua. He was fitted in all black with a golden necklace with emerald jewels with a ring to match, he had gotten dressed on the ride there departing Tun a great deal later than everyone else debating with his mother to come with him only to leave without her, his mother’s reluctance too strong, making it obvious her days of dealing with noble/royal events were behind her.



Leaning against a wall Finn sat back and let time pass by watching all the royals from the four kingdoms mingle and drink with one another, kind of made it hard to believe the tensions that were buried beneath their faces. It was many people he hadn’t had the chance to meet yet but there were a few that he had, the twins from the south Mal and Naelys, the son of a royal emissary he considers a friend named Dunik , along with Drak the crowned Prince of Tun and his younger sister Briar. Naelys was someone who was fun to talk with in their few conversations, sharing stories of their traditions and history, approaching her a small grin cracked his face “You are quite easy on the eyes today princess, just breath taking.” Finn said with a slight bow of his head, from what he was told by Drak and the others Naelys was very different than the royal women in Cizari, her presence in the south illuminated power and was cherished by the common folk, respected by the nobles as if she were a daughter of the god Imaela which he seen for himself the first time he had traveled to Rhaeclya to meet the two alongside Drak.



“Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, what about you?” Finn said before feeling a shift in the air, the hairs on the back of his neck beginning to stand on end, then he heard the the beating of wings ever so slightly drowned out by all the commotion of the ball. Pushing down the idea convincing himself it was just a patrol until a force followed by a boom rocked the palace, the Ballroom fell deadly quiet as everyone listened to the screams outside just before the doors opened, Finn tipped over a wooden chair stomping on two of the legs making them into stakes handing one to Naelys keeping one for himself.



“Protect yourself princess and if it comes to it, don’t die empty handed. “ he said turning back towards the door he watched as smoke, and burning bodies entered the room there was frantic shoving and pushing in a struggle for life

Fighting people back he turned and Naelys was gone, pulled to safety by a Guard sporting Rhaeclya’s colors. Scanning the remainder of the floor he noticed everyone he truly known was out of sight, so hoping for the best he began to make his way out through the crowd, out the corner of his eye he seen a woman who earlier shared company with Mal who seemed to wedged between a wall and the river of people pushing towards the balcony.



Pushing his way through the crowd of people over to the woman and place her between himself and the people running by. “ Can you move my lady?” He said grabbing her arm .

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[Top11]

Drak Vaele Heir of Tun.

Bothered

Lapis Palace

social

01

The night was going as well as it possibly could considering the actions that had taken place earlier that day, it seemed everyone was getting along just fine, the Kings and Queens were content to say the least and so were most of the heirs, That couldn’t be said the same for those who had been arranged for a wedding. Leaning against a wall Drak looked over the entire room everyone engulfed in interaction, even Finn managed to find someone to talk to seeing him and Naelys in conversation, then there was another familiar face of Dunik, someone he expected to be here but was still surprised to see him.



It was if someone had flipped a switch the sounds of laughter and amusement flipped to the blood curdling screams of pain and fear, the room began to fill with smoke before being filled with people trying to escape a fiery fate. As soon as the people rushed the room the kings and queens were on the move Drak looked around and seen his sister being escorted out by Teritheon, hearing his name he whipped around to see Saena at his side.



“Are you alright?” Drak heard her ask the restraint in her voice as she suppressing her nerves,hearing her follow up question he wrapped an arm around her pulled her in.



“ We must worry about ourselves at this time, they have their own protection, and we are the living future of Tun. Now come we have to jump, my abilities won’t protect me from this much Dragon fire and unless you’ve got a hidden ability that will it is our only option.” He said guiding them towards the balcony looking her over once more he grabbed at the skirt of her dress attempting to rip off any part that may restrict her movements in the water.



“ Are you ready my lady we will jump together I will be right there?” Drak said hastily taking a band from his wrist and quickly tied his hair up extending his hand out he beckoned to her once more “Saena?” Drak had seen war countless battles and much bloodshed but this even took him by surprise, so he could only imagine how some of the others who hasn’t been able exposed to these types of gruesome events were taking it, Saena and Briar being of that category.

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The night passed with ease, the sun no longer visible as people danced and talked, the wine loosening lips and inhibitions. Naelys had rather peculiarly in the company of her younger sister, a thing that rarely happened but for once it was not a bad thing. They indulged in rather plain conversation, nothing too personal or in-depth. Still, her company kept potential suitors and overall headaches away from Naelys’ side and that pleased her greatly. The conversation ran dry until a newly acquainted voice called out to her. The compliment was one that she normally would’ve scoffed at, but due to who it was, she simply let a rather small smile form as she turned to look properly at the man.

“Thank you Ser Finn, it is an honor to receive such a compliment.” She had met the man previously when Drak had visited, the heir of Tun explaining the presence of this newfound royal. He was from Cizari, a place that Naelys had truly only read about due to the fact her kingdom did not marry into it or have much of a relationship with it outside something minimal. She was immediately interested in learning about his culture, stories, history, and even the differences in their politics. The conversations shared between the two were ones that fulfilled Naelys and caused her genuine happiness to engage in.

Placing her empty goblet on a nearby table, the crown princess sighed softly, her arms crossing as she stepped closer to Finn so that their conversation would be more private. “Unfortunately, I have been nursing a rather annoying headache and suitors. Can you beli-” Her words were easily cut off by a sudden surge of noise, roaring flames, and pounding fists, they twisted and melted together, ultimately drowning out the noises of festivities. For a brief moment she could see it, the jaws of a beast, breathing flames down the long winding corridor, lighting servants, guests, and guards on fire. She could see the flesh disfiguring and melting away, leaving behind muscles and bone. “It’s a trap.” Naelys’ voice was dangerously soft as she stared at the doors, her mind reeling from the information and the pain.

Still, her fingers wrapped around what was placed in her grasp, broken wood, a makeshift weapon. However, it did little to steady her as the room shook from the doors blasting open, causing her to lose her footing. Due to the head injury and wine, her balance was not the best and she stumbled as the plumes of smoke and violent flames made their way into the ballroom. The golden fabric of her dress felt entirely too heavy and too much, something that she hated and would keep a mental note of if she ever needed to borrow from Vysenya again. People began to scream and run in terror, making the feat of getting up rather difficult. But Naelys was not a stranger to difficult situations and she forced herself onto her feet, her gaze scanning the murky air and sea of panic.

Warmth fanned her side and Naelys turned to look at the flames that consumed a body nearby, causing her to move without thinking twice. Someone attacking a kingdom’s capital was an act of war, so she desperately wanted to know who it was and what they were planning. Pushing her way through the crowd, she found her mind began to quiet as her nerves steeled, her gaze set on the hazy target. If her earlier vision was correct, they were the flames of a dragon and could give her insight as to what was happening. Naelys could hear a voice calling out but she didn’t respond. The body was slumped over a table, unrecognizable and incredibly foul-smelling, but still, her scarred hands made their way into the brilliant flames and she allowed herself a moment of silence. The heat ran across her skin, traveling along the raised and discolored flesh hidden beneath the dress.

A dragon circled the castle, its rider wearing the colors and armor of Nireath, but they did not try to help put out the fire. She saw screaming commoners and nobles alike, running across the beach as dragons collided in the sky. There was steel and flame, teeth sinking into armored flesh. It was chaos. But the connection did not last long. A stranger collided with her shoulder, forcibly removing Naelys from the flames and severing her magic, causing the vision to disappear into memory. “Nell!” A familiar voice called out to her, causing Naelys to turn to look in the direction it was coming from.

Visions and prophecies would have to wait. Gathering the skirt of her dress, Naelys began to head in the direction of William’s voice, shouldering and pushing her way through the crowd. Fingers wrapped around her forearm before she could see him and yet, she was not afraid. Her eyes locked onto Will’s face as he pulled her to his side, his voice telling her what to do. He had protected her loyally for years, she would be a fool not to trust him. So she did. She followed him through the maze of smoke, flame, and chaos. She could hear desperate cries and screams, and for a moment, Naelys found herself fearing for her family. But she didn’t allow herself to. She knew that the guards and her twin would protect them, that’s what he always did. She was the priority, always in such situations. The future of her kingdom, a ruler to help keep the peace across the realm.

Fresh air and the taste of the ocean brought Naelys back to reality as she was brought to a part of the room that wasn’t as crowded with bodies or people desperate to get through. She eyed the ocean below and found herself mentally picturing what this side of the cliff looked like, desperate to know if she would be falling to her death or not. “Take off your dress.” The command made Naelys face William as a guard and Vysenya quietly jumped out of the window she was previously peering out of. An eyebrow was raised, almost as if asking if he was serious. “Now, unless you want to sink and drown.”

Despite the highly stressful and dangerous situation, Naelys couldn’t fight the urge to want to argue, saying that she didn’t really feel like this was necessary. Then again, she wasn’t in the usual simple and sleek dresses that would’ve allowed her freedom to swim, she was stuck in a gold monstrosity that Vysenya gave her. “There is an imposter among the guards. I could see them, they were on a dragon, above the castle. Avoid the main part of the beach, it’s not safe.” Her fingers expertly untied the back of her dress, loosening the garment until it pooled around her legs. Taking off her shoes, she was left in her stays and chemise, an appearance that was rare and could’ve easily resulted in her punishment for revealing herself before marriage. But she did not care, and frankly, it seemed nobody else did. The scars that covered her arms, torso, and legs had turned a deep purple, showing off the uneven skin and the leftover magic that lingered within her.

Stepping onto the ledge, she looked at William, her gaze hardening for a moment, as if thinking of something to say, in case this was it. “I’ll see you at the shore.” Swallowing thickly, Naelys looked at the dark abyss of water and did not think twice. The air raced into her lungs, stealing her breath for a moment as she plummeted. She knew how to enter the water at a great height as she practiced many emergency dismounts from the back of Sorvi, but this was a bit different. She didn’t know if she would avoid the rocks and survive. The water was harsh and stung her flesh, bruising the soles of her feet from the impact alone. She clawed her way to the surface and upon breaking through, she saw how horrifying the situation was. The ballroom was halfway engulfed in flames as dragons and people frantically poured water on it, diving into the ocean to fill buckets and other contraptions, only to release them on the open flames.

The smoke filled the air along with the screams of terror and despair. Naelys looked towards the beach for a moment before a wave hit the back of her head, forcing her underwater for a few seconds. “Fucking ocean!” Her curses were muffled by the salty water as she forced her aching limbs to swim towards the coastline, avoiding the main beach. She knew that she couldn’t stay in the water for long as smoke inhalation and body pain could easily drown her. Naelys forced herself out of the water, stumbling across the shadow-covered shore. A decent ways away from the main beach, she allowed herself a moment to breathe before turning to look at the dark ocean, trying to find a familiar face. “Will! I’m over here!” Her calls were cut short by a small coughing fit, a small amount of liquid leaving her as she tried to clear her lungs and sinuses of water and smoke. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Her fingers desperately pushed back her hair as she leaned against a boulder for a moment, desperate to collect herself. She didn’t know what she could do. She didn’t have her armor, dragon, or weapons. She didn’t know where her family was or if they were alive even. For the first time, Naelys felt fear as she stared at this new battlefield, unable to prevent a battle or help those in need.

Tags: Finn Top11 William elanara | Location: Lapis Palace | Wearing: 02 03

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[social]

The conversation with the princess was easy and comfortable, many chuckles and light humor were traded between the pair as they conversed, oblivious to everything outside of the group’s small bubble. Malaenys leaned comfortably against the wall as he clasped his hands in front of him, the bruised and broken skin stinging slightly at the contact. But like many of the warriors and fighters within that room, he was used to it. But pleasant conversation did not last long. The prince felt his skin crawl as he listened to the wails and pounding fists, desperate to get into the room with them. Out of reflex, he extended his arm to grab Thalia’s upper arm, and gently pulled her behind him. He could tell she was somewhat injured and therefore he worried about her being able to protect herself.

“Please don’t hesitate to go with your sister should there be a fight.” He released his grip on her arm and stood still, grounding himself for the moment that the doors would open and reveal an enemy. He had no foresight into what lay beyond the gilded doors. Flames burst through and sent a tremor through the room as it eagerly lapped at anything it could touch. Turning in an instant, he kept his back to the doors and used his body to shield Thalia from any debris that may have been sent in their direction. Fear and panic were as thick as the smoke as it coiled and stained the once bright-colored walls and tapestries of the ballroom.

Coughing slightly, Malaenys stood up straight and looked at his companions, checking on their well-being. Callum helped Vysenya back onto her feet and soon a stranger approached them, one that the prince had yet to meet. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the stranger and then at Callum, his brain slowly figuring out the best course of action. The guard did not seem like he wanted to stay, his grip on the crown princess showing his intent. “Go. Keep her safe.” A brief clasp on his shoulder and Malaenys sent his close friend off. The pair disappeared into the haze as they hastily tried to escape.

Turning his attention to the man, he gently grabbed Thalia’s hand and pulled her over to the newcomer. “Take her and keep her safe. Get her out of here and then worry about the others. I will do my best to help people in here.” Malaenys bowed his head slightly at the pair before he headed closer to the flames. Pushing his way through the crowd, he yelled out the names of his sisters, desperate to find them and get them to safety. He could see the familiar glint of Rhaeclya’s guards towards the front of the room where they were most likely trying to get his parents to safety. “Mother! Father! Get out of here! Do not stay here!”

A gap in the panicked crowd allowed him to see both his parents, their bewildered and determined gazes meeting their only son. There was nothing they could do or say other than encourage him to find his sisters and escape. Malaenys once again continued to fight against the waves of people and falling debris as he worked his way across the room in the direction he last saw his sisters. “LYSSA! NAELYS! Where are you?!” His voice was loud but not loud enough to break through the screams of terror. Stumbling to where they last were, he whirled around, trying to find out where they might’ve gone. Lyssa was far too inexperienced in swimming to try and go for a window and he doubted that Naelys would’ve been allowed to linger for long. She was the future of the crown and therefore would’ve been protected immediately.

The protocol of such things made a pit form in his stomach as he scanned the room for a possible exit. In the corner, he could see a small door that most likely was used by servants to replenish goods throughout the night. It wasn’t far-fetched to think that his youngest sister would try to escape there. A newfound determination raced through his veins as he did his best to get to the door. The fire was hotter and more concentrated in the area, with various burned victims lying on the ground as he moved over them.

Raising an arm to block his face from embers, he carried on, calling out for his sister. Through the smoke and flames, he saw the familiar light-colored hair and red dress, now torn and burned by the fire. “Lyssa! Get away from there!” Malaenys did not hesitate to enter the flames, his arms wrapping around the small frame of his sister as he pulled her back and away from the door. His body hit the ground as they rolled to the side, his back hitting the wall of the room. He could feel the singed skin on his arms and shoulder, causing him to abruptly strip the metal armor he was wearing.

It was hot and painful but he didn’t care. He felt numb to it all. His priority was his sister and that was all he had to think about. “Can you move? Because we need to leave. I won’t let you burn to death in this place.”

Tags: Callum junegloom Thalia WanderLust. Dunik Wyll Lyssa WanderLust. | Location: The Lapis Palace | Wearing: 01 (red and gold for the leather though)

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Every second was precious and showed that their safety was getting greatly compromised. There were simply too many people trying to leave through the same location. Daemon didn’t know how much longer he could brace himself against the railing before someone pushed him over. He could feel the bruises forming underneath his clothing as elbows and shoulders hit him, the guests not even paying attention to what they were doing as they clambered over the railing. As people jumped, he could hear screams and cries, people desperately searching for their loved ones. Not everyone would make it. He knew that much. People would drown, some would break bones from the impact, and others were already dying from all the smoke and flames. It was devastating.

The sounds of dragons roaring and guards yelling instructions could barely be heard over the terror as water rained down on the building. Daemon looked at his companion and locked eyes with her as she spoke. She could swim. She would be okay. “Help me up and I can jump into the water.” Aelina was far braver than most. She trusted what he said and seemed to abandon thoughts of fear or recklessness. He nodded his head and placed his hands on her waist, helping her onto the railing. His grip stayed on her as she gathered herself to make the jump.

“It’ll be okay, just don-” his words were cut short by bodies shoving into him and Aelina, sending the girl tumbling off the railing. Daemon’s eyes widened in horror as he pushed people out of the way to look down at the ocean below. “AELINA!” He couldn’t see her. He couldn’t see anything. The waves were choppy and unsettled due to how many people and debris were breaking up the surface, making it impossible to see who was there. The prince could no longer hesitate. He had to act and act fast. The man got onto the railing and did not hesitate in jumping, his nerves steeled as he plummeted into the deep water.

It was sharp and cold, trying to suck the air out of his lungs upon entering the water. He didn’t give in and broke the surface, bringing fresh air into his body. The man knew he was of no use on the ground so he began to swim, heading towards a cave entrance that he often used when getting to his dragon without people noticing. Diving once again beneath the surface, he swam down into the water, before eventually finding the cave entrance. The water was colder within the walls of the cave and it took a bit before he was able to briefly break the surface to get air. The passage was long and someone could easily get lost if they didn’t know how to navigate it.

His body screamed in protest and fatigue but he pushed on, knowing that he had to do something to help. Finally, he reached the end of the tunnel and was able to pull himself out into the cave. Coughing softly, Daemon shook his head, trying to rid his face of the water. “Amanyr, come.” The words of old rolled off his tongue with ease and he continued to repeat it until he heard a shrill noise from deep within the Dragon Keep. Muffled noises of people could be picked up, but the calls of the she-dragon were louder and more frequent. The ground trembled slightly as the long dragon made her way to her usual cave, having broken away from the dragonkeepers who were most likely evacuating dragons.

Brilliant yellow eyes broke through the darkness as the dragon approached, her noises of concern and happiness that he was there. His hands made their way briefly to her face, gently brushing across her star-like scales. Using her wing for leverage, Daemon climbed onto her back and situated himself into the saddle. Grabbing his reins, he exhaled softly as Amanyr trilled and took a few steps forward. “Amanyr, dive.” A noise left her as she dove into the hole, her long and slender body moving with ease throughout the tunnel system. It took her far less time to get out and into the open ocean than her rider.

Breaking through the surface with a high-pitched cry, she beat her wings and propelled herself into the sky, eyes scanning over the pure destruction that had taken over the castle. It was like a battle and that caused Amanyr to feel excited, her head swerving around, looking for an aggressor. It took her some time before she tilted her head upwards and let out a call that was anything but friendly. Looking up, Daemon could see the shadow of a dragon circling overhead and the glinting metal of a rider on its back. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was the dragon he had seen earlier.

It did not stay above the chaos for long as soon it dove, heading straight down towards the populated beaches. The blood in Daemon’s body chilled as he watched in horror as to what was going on. Part of him wanted to convince himself that this was just another guard, but another part knew better. Directing her with the reins and a command, Amanyr surged forward towards the other dragon, but she could not get there before it started what Daemon feared. The fire was unleashed upon the populated shores, burning buildings, stalls, commonfolk, animals, children, and anything that was there, the fire destroyed. The smell of death permeated the air as the prince and his dragon continued their approach, the swiftness of the she-dragon causing her to get to the other before its flames hit the beach where most of the survivors had gone.

“Amanyr, attack!” The command had been used for years, but neither of them had been prepared for battle. Daemon lacked any sort of armor or weapon, causing him to feel vulnerable and Amanyr had most likely been enjoying an evening meal before this. But neither faltered as the dragon clamped her jaws down on the other dragon’s leg, pulling it abruptly away, and forcing the fire to go into the water before stopping. Her teeth ripped flesh as she dragged the creature with her, the sheer speed she was going at giving her enough momentum to do this. The other dragon was larger than her and therefore most likely older and more experienced. Its scales were a dark blue color with hints of green, and it had wild red eyes. The rider wore the uniform of any Nireathi guard, therefore greatly confusing Daemon as he looked at the two.

Yanking the reins to the right, he gave another command, causing the silver dragon to release her grip and take a hard turn, effectively leading the darker dragon away from the shore. Daemon knew nothing of his opponent and therefore could only hope someone else would come to assist in such an altercation. At least until everyone was evacuated.

Tags: Aelina Braelor junegloom | Location: The Dragon Keep/The beach | Wearing: 01

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Briar Vaele
Princess of Tun

Time for a nice swim

Nireath - Ballroom/ Sea

Teritheon WanderLust.

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Frustration turned to fear in seconds as the unmistakable sounds of anguished screams began to descend on the room. The screams grew louder as did the sound of thundering footsteps as they landed at the door, the door that Briar and Teritheon were only mere inches from. Briar exchanged a weary glance with Teritheon just as the room silenced and the music stopped. The only noise now coming from the panicked knocking on the door.

Briar instinctively moved to step towards it but Teritheon quickly pushed her behind him. She opened her mouth to argue, positioned her body to step beside him but before she could attempt such a move the entire room erupted into chaos. Briar was unsure if some force had knocked the door down or if it had merely just crumbled under the pressure it was put under but she didn't have time to linger on that now as she moved sideways out of the path of a failing pillar that just missed crushing the pair. With eyes wide, Briar looked around the room trying to spot her family but as she scanned the surrounding terrified faces of the nobles an unnerving smoke began to swirl in the doors, dense and dark followed by the crackling of fire that was threatening to engulf the room.

As the blinding smoke filled the room, a hand reached out of the darkness roughly grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer until she was flush with Teritheon. Her head tilted upwards to look at him but she was surprised that even this close she was barely able to make him out through the smoke. As he scanned the room, Briar kept her attention on him afraid of the bodies she might see should she look at the ground around them. Their eyes caught and Briar wanted to scream at him to find their parents, to tell him that they needed to go back and save who they could but no words came out. She didn't want to die, didn't want to confirm what she feared but she knew the chances that they were already dead was high.

Running blindly through the room, stumbling over bodies and other fire burnt ruins, the only reason Briar managed to stay on her feet was due to Teritheon's hold on her, which she was almost certain would leave a bruise, but she would rather be bruised than dead and so she let him lead her towards the balcony and safety.

As they stepped onto the balcony, Briar watched as other royals began to jump down into the water below. Her eyes followed a girl jumping and she watched as she disappeared into the darkness below. It was impossible to tell what was below them in this darkness and it worried her that they could land on rocks below but as more people began to jump and the smell of fire filled her nose she knew that they didn't have a choice.

As they reached the edge of the balcony, Briar ripped her hand from Teritheon's grasp, she turned to look at him briefly, her eyes revealing all the fear and anguish she was feeling as she took his hand tightly in her own. Whilst she wasn't particularly fond the man beside her nor was she elated about the engagement she needed support and someone to trust right now as they jumped into the unknown and after all he had already gotten her to here.

"Together?" she shouted over the screams of the various royals and guards trying to get to safety. A look passed between the pair, giving Briar the assurance she needed. With one last pained look towards the ballroom, Briar tightened her hold on Teritheon's hand before positioning herself to jump " 1 ... 2 ...now" she screamed as she launched herself out into the air.

It felt like they were falling for hours, the wind whipping away any chance of a scream before it passed her lips. What she hadn't expected was the extreme pain of the cold water as their bodies crashed into it from that distance, her hand instantly being ripped from his as the waves roughly pushed them under. She fought hard to surface but the pains in her chest from the smoke already inhaled was making the ability to hold her breath that much harder, surfacing only for a second, Briar felt herself being pulled down once again. Whilst the dress was not necessarily heavy normally, she found that the added moisture had turned it into some kind of anchor, pulling her towards the debts below. She quickly reached down and grabbed a hold of a singed part of her skirt and ripped it as hard as she could, ruining the dress but shedding enough weight to allow her to float back up to the surface. A pained cough left her chest as she struggled to catch her breath and keep her head above water all the while looking for Teritheon or her family.

 

[elanara]

“There is an imposter among the guards. I could see them, they were on a dragon, above the castle. Avoid the main part of the beach, it’s not safe.”

"Good to know." He'd replied, a sarcastic undertone in his voice.

Disaster was unfolding all around them, but even that didn't stop his eyes from wandering as Naelys gave her warning and peeled off the layers of her dress. They were running out of time, dammit. Yet he found himself looking anyway, if only for a split moment, before taking the jump off the cliff to the thrashing sea below.

Might as well have one last good thing to see before going out, right?

Only he didn't go out. He half expected to smash into the rocks and die in those terrifying, heart pumping seconds of free-fall, and was pleasantly surprised when he crashed into the ocean instead. Salt water violently rushed up his nose the moment he struck the ocean's surface, but he didn't care. He was still alive, unlike everyone that chose to stay behind in that castle, looking for another means of escape. He could still hear their screams over the sound of the waves beating against the shore, but drowned them out.

His only focus at this point was to make to the coastline. Nell was up ahead, her head bobbing up and down in the waves as she called out to him. He couldn't hear her, but understood plain enough. Using all his strength, he fought against the immense force of the waves and swam as hard and as fast as he could. It was exhausting work. His lungs fought tirelessly to breathe and his eyes screamed from the burning sensation of the seawater. But, determinedly, he pressed on, not stopping until he finally reached the shore.

Once there, he climbed to his feet and sauntered over to Nell, his heavy boots making it difficult to walk in the sand. "Take my hand." As he helped her up, his eyes wandered again, quickly, yet unashamedly, taking in the view of her in her current state — almost completely undressed, the thin fabric of her underdress soaking wet against her frame. It was nothing he hadn't seen a hundred times before, yet he found himself mesmerized by the sight of her each and every time. His breathing hitched before he caught himself. Suppressed any shred of desire he felt rising within him, gathered his wits and shook those stupid thoughts in his head away. Not now, Riven.

Instantly, he switched back to what she'd told him right before they jumped. This wasn't any ordinary fire like he initially suspected. That realization alone made the expression on his face change completely. He was no stranger to dragons, and had fought enough battles with them present to know the destruction they could cause. And though he still still kept his weapons on him during the jump, he knew that against one of those fire breathing beasts, the two of them would be absolutely defenseless.

Whoever the hell this imposter was, it was clear their intention to burn down the castle was to kill someone — or everyone — inside. An event like this, with all the royals in the same fucking place, was the perfect opportunity. The only question he was left asking himself, though, was who they were after.

Immediately, Will began pulling the princess in the opposite direction, toward the tree line.

"We need to get the hell out of here."

 

[junegloom]

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abandoned royal

Callum.

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Araes Royal Guard Uniform

location

Nireath

interactions

Vysenya

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social

Callum was going to turn back into the room and pull anyone he could out, just as he did with Vysenya, but her plea stopped him. He could see just how scared he was and could not leave her on her own. Instead, he took her hand and prepared to jump with her. His mind emptied as they hurtled toward the sea, allowing him full focus on surviving. He never even considered that they might land on the rocks instead of in the water.

They released their hands at some point during the plummet, causing them to surface separately. His eyes scanned the choppy surface, looking for Vysenya. He spotted her after she was already swimming towards him. They did not have to speak to know they needed to swim to shore. He kept his pace a bit slower so they were not separated, knowing that her waterlogged dress likely slowed her down a touch.

Making it to shore did little to ease Callum's mind. He allowed them a moment to catch their breath. He looked around the beach, seeing all the escapees in one place. The same people that were just almost murdered. It made him uneasy that they were all gathered together. They were a perfect target. He placed his hands on Vysenya's shoulders.

"We need to keep moving and get you somewhere safe. It is too risky to stay here."

Like earlier, his tone made it clear that this was not a suggestion. Before she could reply, he pulled her to her feet and dragged her in the direction of the first clear path he could find off that beach. Unfamiliar with Nireath, he was not sure which direction was the safest, but anything was better than being a sitting duck. Hopefully, Vysenya could point them in the right direction once they were out of the chaos. Right now, his only priority was keeping her safe.

He thought back to his friend and hoped that Mal made it out of the ballroom alive if not unscathed. He could not fault him for going off to look for his sisters. If Callum were in his position, he'd have done the same.

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The flames were hot and roaring all around them, causing Saena to wince slightly at the heat. Still, she did not plan on abandoning the crown prince of her country. Fear clutched at her heart and anxiety twisted in her gut, but the voice and comfort of Drak was enough to soothe her anxieties somewhat. As he asked if she was alright, she nodded her head, her fingers lightly gripping the fabric of his attire. She was unharmed, yes, but she was still shaken by the events. She was not easily startled but such things as this where she felt trapped and would be burned down to the bone, well, that was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold. She did not know where any of her allies or family were, much less the monarchs of Tun, meaning that they could all very well be dead.

Drak was right, they had to worry about themselves. “I understand.” Sticking close to his side, she held onto his hand and forearm as he guided them through the chaos and death. The smell of burning flesh and spilled blood was thick and mixed with the smoke, it threatened to choke anyone who breathed it for too long. Saena was a stranger to war and death up close. She preferred to be far from it, hiding upon the back of her dragon where she could ignore the aftermath the best she could. But she could not use her dragon, not yet. He was a decent way from the castle, in a stable, most likely causing an uproar due to what was going on. Or if he saw a threat, it’s possible he went after it himself. She doubted that chains could hold such a beast if it chose to fly off.

Upon reaching the balcony, Drak’s harsh grip worked at Saena’s dress, ripping and tearing the gentle fabric without much resistance. The sea air was cool against her exposed skin but she did not dwell on it for long. Her gaze settled on the darkness that raged below, the crests and swells of the agitated water, waiting to swallow up another victim. The prince readied himself to jump, steeling his nerves. It was admirable how someone like him could remain so calm and collected in such a dire situation. He was the crown prince of Tun, the pride and joy, a fearsome warrior that could overcome many battles and adversaries. At the moment, Saena was jealous of his calmness and ability to quell anxieties of death and loss.

Swallowing thickly, she stepped up next to him on the railing, her eyes wide with uncertainty and fear. She knew the basic mechanics of jumping from such a height but she hadn’t exactly put it to practice. Reading and watching was one thing, but to actually do it? Well, that wasn’t something she was very familiar with. “Do not hesitate to find Draxes, I am sure you and your dragon will be needed. I will be fine. I will find Vrithaen and see if I can help.” Her fingers were cold from fear and nerves as she held his hand for a moment, relishing in the warmth it provided. Then she jumped.

Water rushed up her nose and burned her throat as she plummeted into the depths, the back of her leg scraping against a dull rock. An involuntary cry of pain left her as she forced herself to swim to the surface, coughing and spitting out water. Luckily Drak’s idea to tear her dress into a much shorter version had given her more freedom to move and less fabric to tangle around her body. Still, the harsh stinging sensation in her leg was almost mind numbing as the salt water surrounded her wound, seeping into the exposed muscles and blood. Saena did not allow herself to give into the pain, although it made her body tremble as she swam.

A trail of red blood followed her as she swam, her teeth clenched as she tried to control the pain that seared through her left leg. The swim to shore felt long and tiring, but as it got closer, she was glad it had taken so long. Bright dragon fire rained down upon those on the beaches, burning flesh, rock, sand, and wood, the screams of terror being even worse than within the castle. Dragons roared in the sky and one shot across the sky, a dazzling ribbon of silver and blue, heading straight for the beast which was destroying those desperate to survive. As a battle between dragons commenced, Saena continued on her way to the shore, collapsing to her hands and knees once the water was shallow enough.

Her whole body shook in agony as she dragged her body out of the ocean, and tried to look at her wound. Trembling fingers and blood running down her leg, she twisted and pulled at her leg, assessing the damage that was done. It was hard to see but she needed the bleeding to stop somewhat. An unsteady hand pulled the knife that was secured to her and she began to cut off the sleeves of her dress before tying them around her leg. A sharp cry left her, though she tried to keep it in as she tied each strip of fabric around her injury. It took some time, but eventually it was securely wrapped, keeping her wound somewhat closed and protected from sand and dirt. Though she knew she needed clean bandages soon. The only way she could do that would be going to the stables where her dragon was and take some from the kit in her saddle.

Tags: Drak Vaele Top11 | Location: The Shore | Wearing: 01 02

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