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Post by shana on Jan 21, 2007 17:58:11 GMT -5
Delicate fingertips were all she could feel, the feeling passing through the shell of the stone she rested within. It happened often, the rush of adreniline she felt when her embriyo bounced up, and down, up, and down. Sound travelled through the shell like it was just a foggy mist, an unbreakable foggy mist.
Then a tingle. She hadn't felt it before, not yet. But the egg itself seemed to start melting away into green lightning. She opened her eyes wide in fear, but the next second the tingling was gone, and her egg returned to it's Sapphire blue colour. But she could no longer sense the thundering of horse hooves around her.
Have we arrived already? Saphira wondered. Usually they were thundering on a horses back for at least a day or two. Today, it had been barely an hour. And why do my scales prickle so?
She felt the ground through the shell of her egg. She was at rest, lying on a rock. Where she did not know, but it was surely not with the Varden, there she would be lain upon a pedestel and kept warm. Here, she felt the cold, and inside the egg the embriyo of the dragon shook.
Little had the innocent creature from within the egg known, but the magic that had transfered her had created a massive blast of green magic into a forest called the spine. And she had just lost a young hunter his buck.
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Post by Sinner on Jan 21, 2007 18:08:29 GMT -5
He held the arrow carefully between his fingers as it was pulled taught with on his bow's string. Breaths were shallow in a struggle to keep him hidden from the deer. There it was, the buck lay with his family soft brown fur rose slightly with each breath. Creeping forward he moved in soft blue gaze eyeing it carefully, studying it's movements.
A large explosion sounded and he released the arrow his heart now racing. The deer leapt up and dashed away into the woods their heavy hooves making a loud racket that soon faded. Eragon grumbled angrily as he looked to see his arrow stuck in the ground and the deer long gone.
Slowly turning Eragon saw the Sapphire colored stone lying on a rock. Around it the earth was scorched showing signs of the explosion. His mind turned with what just happened as he slowly approached the stone. The white veins on the blue stone ran all over and Eragon touched it's cold surface smooth under his fingers. The cold made him with draw and he felt a slight tingling.
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Post by shana on Jan 21, 2007 18:13:34 GMT -5
A slight tingle came through the stone as she felt a touch. She was not alone here? But how, if she was not with the Varden, who could she be with. Is it Galbatorix? No, no it couldn't be. His touch would not be so beautiful, so relaxing, so enternally /perfect/.
I know he is the one. He must be.
She tried to claw out of the egg, to reveal herself to the one she sensed, but she could not. Her time was not right. But if she was wrong, perhaps this was not the one. Perhaps it is not my time yet. But I was sure this time. I was sure...
The touch withdrew from her shell, and her body tensed up again. Whoever this stranger was, their touch relaxed her. Perhaps the time is not right, she thought to herself, But I /know/ this one is the one I will hatch to.
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Post by Sinner on Jan 21, 2007 18:20:25 GMT -5
Thoughts came to him as he looked at the Stone curiously. Slowly he moved closer his eyes never leaving it.
"What is it? I better take it to sell since I've lost the buck."
The thoughts came to him with a quizzical sense. He moved forward and picked up the stone feeling it's weight. He hugged it so as not to drop it and slowly began to move down the Spine towards home. After a little while sweat began to form on his forehead and his arms began to ache. "Why is this thing so blasted heavy," he muttered mostly to himself. Soft blue eyes drifted to the stone once more tracing the white veins in his mind.
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Post by shana on Jan 22, 2007 3:32:11 GMT -5
The cold of her egg seared out, warmth encasing it completely. She truely felt it now, the one outside was the one. The time, it was not right. Not yet. It took a while after sensing her rider before she could hatch forth. Perhaps it is just the lack of the stone below me. Maybe any human's body would be better.
Heavy? He's one to talk she growled in her thoughts. He weighs at least twice as much as me. I can sense it. Why could she not escape the egg? If he was truely the one she was destined to; why was she not free. His warmth, and the rightness of being there, maybe it was just habit. The habit of shaking to most who touched her.
And with that, she rolled to the left in the egg. From the outside, a wind had blown, but surely he would notice she herself had moved. He must...
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Post by Sinner on Jan 24, 2007 19:55:33 GMT -5
He was almost out of the spine. The wind whipped his hair sending icy chills along his spine. Eragon did the best he could fighting the wind and holding the stone tight. Suddenly something moved inside the stone. He froze. Soft blue orbs looked to the stone confusion and a slight sense of fear came yet the fear vanished instantly. "What the heck"[/b] he thought tracing the white veins in his mind. "I guess my mind is getting the best of me" he muttered as he moved on.
Watching his footing carefully he walked towards town. Eragon rolled the cost of how much it was worth in his mind over and over. He didn't even know if Sloan would take it! Hopefully though it would be enough to buy meat for Garrow and Roran. The low lights in the town shone faintly as he moved on to the butcher shop.
OOC: Should we moved onto the butcher shop or wait till more characters are taken?
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Post by shana on Jan 25, 2007 4:22:47 GMT -5
(I'm sure Murtagh won't mind if you play Sloan, he isn't very important really. Besides, my posts aren't very exciting. All of a sudden being an egg isn't so appealing... I'd rather be something that can move, at least.)
She was moving. Not that it was a surprise, she moved a lot. Point A to point B. In her mind, she knew she was not being ferried by a horse, they were in general faster and the thumping was greatly irriatating. No, not a horse. A lone human then? Surely, he must be no more than a farm boy if he doesn't know an escort of the best warriors would be too little for someone as important as her.
She was not happy, alone in the egg, and not even a scrap of dignity left in her.
I'll be sure to get revenge on this kid when I hatch. I simplely refuse to hatch until I sense power around me. Then I'll show this kid who's worth enough for a few scraps of meat.
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Post by §Murtagh§ on Jan 28, 2007 17:37:52 GMT -5
[Yeah, that's fine. Or I could RP Sloan if you guys wanted...And you're doing really well with Saphira, Shana, especially since she hasn't hatched yet.]
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Post by shana on Jan 28, 2007 19:02:22 GMT -5
(Meh, I guess you should play Sloan then.)
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Post by §Murtagh§ on Jan 28, 2007 19:05:01 GMT -5
[Okay, I'll RP him as soon as Sinner posts that Eragon goes into the butcher shop...Or has he already entered?]
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Post by shana on Jan 28, 2007 19:20:42 GMT -5
(It says he moved on to the butcher shop, which I'd guess means he moved in to the butcher shop.)
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Post by §Murtagh§ on Jan 28, 2007 20:26:23 GMT -5
[Okay, I'll just assume that he has entered. I'm just not feeling very creative right now, so this is very short and just has what needs to be in it. I'm not going to spend a whole lot of time RPing characters that aren't huge...] Sloan looked up from a large bundle of meat that he was packing as he heard the door to his shop open. He scowled and grumbled to himself when he saw who it was "Eragon again..." The butcher dropped his gaze to his counter, grabbing a blood-stained knife as he did so, and proceeded to clean it, pretending that he hadn't seen the boy.
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Post by Sinner on Jan 31, 2007 16:37:33 GMT -5
((thanks for playing Sloan! ^_^ It would have been ackward talking to myself lol))
Eragon felt his anger raise yet forced himself to stay calm and welcoming. Catching Sloan's eyes he moved on his steps a little bit hestitant. Striding up to the counter deciding to keep the egg hidden until he knew if he needed it. Dipping his head he spoke swallowing nervously. "Good day Sloan," he said yet couldn't help his grumbling tone. Light brown and blonde hair were unmanagably placed on his head from lack of care. He had been chasing the deer for about 3 days only to have lost it. He wasn't in the mood for the angering back and forth talk Sloan usually started.
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Post by §Murtagh§ on Jan 31, 2007 20:20:56 GMT -5
Sloan remained silent, and continued cleaning his blade with a ragged scrap of cloth. Is that all? Good day? Eragon must be in trouble for him to be so polite, he huffed, but kept his thoughts to himself. There was a long pause after Eragon's greeting, and Sloan stopped his scrubbing, and looked up at Eragon, expecting to hear more from the boy who talked everyone's ears off. When the fifteen-year old did not respond, Sloan asked, rather shortly, "That it? If this was just another one of those 'friendly visits', I'm rather busy at the moment." He raised the knife up from the wooden board he had set it on, so that Eragon could see that he wasn't just sitting around, twiddling his thumbs. "Unless there was something you wanted," Sloan said, "I suggest you leave. But I doubt that Garrow would be too happy about you returning home empty-handedly." The butcher stared pointedly at Eragon, before returning his knife to the table, and continued his work.
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Post by Sinner on Jan 31, 2007 21:22:39 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke to me. A 'friendly visit'. No visit was friendly when Sloan was around. He lifted the knife yet I didn't even blink at it. Slowly I lifted the egg up and set it on the cold counter top. Soft Blue orbs ran over it once more before speaking. "How much meat could I get for this?" The question was hushed so no unwanted ears would be listening. I felt regret not wanting to part with this stone but I had no other choice. We needed this meat more than anything and I hadn't been able to shoot a deer. Also it may take a couple more days to try to find one. Placing my pack on the ground I waited for Sloan's answer.
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