>From <> Mon Apr 13 23:57:16 1998
-o+<HEY, there's a steamy scene down there!!  The third one.>+o-

[Meborham, 9 years ago]

        They were everywhere.

        Wraiths.

        She sat crying in shock, wondering when her time was.  Her head
lifted sharply - there was a noise outside, a roaring of flame... a
scuffle of footsteps.

        "There's someone in here, Pasa."  A man's voice, inside her
house, soft as if talking to himself.  She scrambled to her feet
instinctively, hand reaching for the door-


[Ilara's apartment, after everyone returns]

        She woke suddenly, sweating and shaken by the flash of memory,
gasping for air as if that time was now.  Erkvinen snorted loudly as she
woke, wondering what was wrong with her rider.

        [Erk.  Something from my past, I-]

        [Tell me, 'lara.  I only know what you share with me... does it
hurt??] the red metallic queen answered, brown soulful eyes fixing on
her bondmate as she walked through.

        Ilara, still swaddled in her blankets, sat down nearby; leaned
into her bondmate and sighed in anguish.  [The night it happened.  I was
dreaming about it.]  She shook her head, closed her eyes in
concentration.  [It's gone, I can't remember,] she spoke softly.

        [It's alright, my love.  Maybe later, it'll come back to you?]

        Ilara didn't answer straightaway.  [I'm not sure I want to
remember, Erk.  I lost... my family, my home.  What use is it figuring
why I lived and they didn't?]  She sniffled loudly and apologised,
[Sorry, sorry.  I just, oh Erk...]

        [I know, it just seems like more pain on top of what we already
have, love,] Erkvinen soothed her rider, remembering the pained keening
of dragons mourning the death of their bond-mate, etched into her mind.
She cursed her memory for being so good at reminding her.

        She sensed that her rider didn't want to talk about it anymore.
[Sleep well, 'lara.]  The queen instead lay awake, thinking.  It was
difficult for Erk to understand why her rider was so pained, if she
didn't know the cause.  She reached outward for another who was awake at
this hour, hoping to think out her concerns.

        It was Chai.

-o+<Tag James!>+o-


[Pesamine, in the air]

        His rider was bleeding and exhausted.  There had to be a healer
somewhere, who would care for him, nurse his injuries.  [You're going to
be alright.  Just hold on...]

        The dark-clothed figure clung painfully to the white dragon's
back, groaning in agony.  He thought he'd been ready for the horrors
that the scripts had spoken of, had fought fiercely to find that which
he'd sought in the bitter cold mountains.

        The strange magics had been strong, but he'd resisted.  He was
good at that, though he'd never had to stop and think why.  Maybe it was
something he'd inherited from his parents.

        *Parents?  I never knew them.  Where were they?  Who were-*

        [There's a warren nearby!] Pesamine exclaimed.  [They can help
you, Dema.  They can help you-]

        [I'm different from them,] he replied weakly.

        [You always say that, and I never see how.  How?]

        [Not one of them.  I've known since I was small.]  Blackness
started to fold into his vision, he slipped mercifully into
unconsciousness, away from the barrage of pain.

        [Help!  My rider's hurt!] Pesamine wailed to the pinpricks of
brightness in the night, that were still distant.

-o+<Tag anyone!>+o-


[Erkvinen, early morning just after sun-up]

        She felt odd this morning, as she woke... as the light played on
her shiny skin, Erk eased out of the apartment to stretch her wings.
Her rider stirred as she did, and shivered in the ensuing cold.  [It's
freezing... Erk, what is it?]

        [I think... oh... so warm, my love,] Erk described, as the
feeling intensified.  [It's-]

        Ilara couldn't make out any of the thoughts that followed in the
defiant roar, as Erkvinen shot into the air and issued her mating
challenge.

        [Wakey-wakey sleepyheads!  Come and get me *snort* not that you
can of course...] Erk bugled furiously, her normal arrogance pumped up
to unimaginable levels.

        Ilara's eyes widened and she stopped fastening her top halfway
as she felt her blood boil with mind-numbing lust.  "Mating flight..."
the junior queenrider murmered dreamily, swaying unsteadily as she
peered out into the dim morning.  "Heh, heh, hehe.  Well... gotta go,"
Ilara snickered, fastening her black cloak at the collar and drunkenly
caressing herself through the warm fabric, as she stepped out the door
and tore barefoot down the corridor just like she'd told dozens not to
before...

        Emerged outside, eyes darting frantically about at the confused
people woken by her dragon... there were dragonriders here!  Ilara
slowed to a jog, eyes sparkling as she looked at the commotion that
_she_ had caused, looked up to Erkvinen who soared and spiralled,
sneering and snapping at the male dragons.

        Ilara came to a breathy and gasping stop as she realised she was
surrounded, and her every move being watched.  *Wow, better give them
something good to watch,* she blinked, pushing the cloak back over her
shoulders and letting everyone see what she'd not put on yet...

-o+<Tag everyone!>+o-

-o+<nrpg>+o-
First two bits are devoted to developing something from Ilara's past...
and the last is all mating flight *smirkle*.  And yeah, there's a
'winner' already but um, have fun ;)

Sorry this kindof jumps ahead of what's happening but I had to put it in
somewhere so everything wasn't happening at once (which it is really,
but hey...)  I've been away from things and have LOTS of reading to
catch up on :(

James: You got enough to go on? :)

Here's a bio I knocked together for Demathrin.  He's something of an
enigma, scraped together from the darkest bits of my imagination *grin*.
Not really a good guy, not really a bad guy neither.  Hmmf *rolls eyes*.

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Bio for Demathrin and Pesamine




Demathrin & Pesamine
M/Human? & M/Dragon
Travellers
D-2 character, introduced 13th March 1998
Bio last updated 13th March 1998


Likeness unavailable



PERSONAL DETAILS


Name: Demathrin
Sex: Male
Age: 32
Birthday: 13th March


Personal
Demathrin was raised in an orphanage practically from infancy, and
his parents could never be traced.  He found he was different from
the other children, and never made many real friends.  He can be
intimidating and frightening, yet caring and loving... but most
people couldn't stand him.

His physical advantages saw him enrolled in the local guard, where he
quickly learned how to fight.  Much as killing appalled him, he soon
found it was necessary, especially when people he cared about were in
danger.

He talks to nobody about the voices he hears, which change as he
moves around, always usually a quiet incoherent babbling which he
doesn't understand most of the time.  He calls it the voice of the
land, and sometimes tells his dragon about what he hears.

Dema is also very intelligent and literate, and through his life has
picked up on the ancient languages found in forgotten caves and
deserted towns.

His swordsmanship and sharp mind caught the eye of many high-ups, and
he was soon a high-ranking soldier with great prospects, not that it
mattered to him.  He would regularly fight against strengths that any
sane man would flee from, and somehow it began to change him.

The final straw came when he Joined with a stray white hatchling,
whilst on a mission.  His men wouldn't follow his orders and he
slipped away from them in fear for his life, hiding away at his home
to nurture the young Pesamine, carefully tending to his bond-mate's
every need, disguising himself to go out and buy food and goods.

After hearing rumours that he'd been listed as MIA, he indignantly
turned up at barracks with Pesamine... and in an unfortunate incident
torched his superiors, fleeing in terror at what he'd done.

Since then he has been looking over his shoulder, is especially wary
around armed soldiers, and has sought information on his parents in
many places, over many years... believing himself to be part of a
different race, and only contacting humans minimally.  He and his
dragon have eked out their nomadic existence by performing one-off
errands for money or sustenance, staying one step ahead of their
(imagined?) pursuers.

About nine years ago he was an unsung hero at the village of Meborham
where a wraith attack killed entire families, plucking a little girl
from a beseiged house.  Arriving dragonriders saw a dark figure on a
white dragon fighting fiercely through a concentration of wraiths,
teleport away.

Interests
Dema and his bond-mate like to stay on their toes by practising the
skills they use to survive on a regular basis.  The pleasures of life
seem almost like luxuries.

APPEARANCE

Long gray-white hair, bright green eyes.  Tall at 6ft6in, with a
muscular but unusually supple build, light and perhaps
undernourished at 240lb.  Pale skin, and a smooth complexion.

Scarring, mostly over torso, poorly-tended.

Wears pitch-black all over, with light armour and a dark cloak.
Carries a deadly-looking longsword, a gift to him from long ago.  The
hilt is inscribed with his name.

ABILITIES

Ace swordsman, very focussed.  A survivor of the cruellest elements.
Hears the voice of the land.
Socially, very inept and backward.
Resistant to the magics of the wastelands.

MEDICAL

Lots of old injuries that bother him when he's ill and out of shape.
Looks the same as anyone else, but some medications behave
erratically.

PESAMINE


Name: Pesamine
Sex: Male
Age: 11
Birthday: 3rd December
Size: Small (poor diet)

Body colour: Bright white all over (easily dirtied).

Eyes: Yellow
Abilities: Keen eyesight.  Very alert and cautious, but very
worried about his rider's safety.
Mating flights: Won three by just happening to be in the right
place at the right time.


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    Sam M. Edwards -o+o- captivanova@hotmail.com
    Ilara/Erkvinen [XYLIAN DragonLands]
    http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Station/6307/
    Is this reality?


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