The Seven Riders (FULL)

[Toothless.]

"Teach you?" Nighthawk finished with a tilt of his head, "I could try, I've never really taught anyone to use a fire talent before," he added with a wink. He looked over at a boulder by the side of the cove, that would work wel as a training target..., he thought as he turned back to Faerin, "Should we start now, or wait a little bit?"

((I've lost track of the time of day in the RP...))

[Wolfsabre]

Faerin looked outside at the MOON that shone silver in the night sky. His gaze returned back to the comforting fire and he looked at his dragon. "Lets wait for morning, I'm really" he yawned and his eyes drooped. "Tired"

[Toothless.]

Nighthawk nodded and rested his head on his front paws, "You're right, it is getting kind of late," he said with a yawn. He curled his tail around to one side, a nighttime habit he'd never been able to get rid of.

((Night, got it, thanks ))

[Wolfsabre]

Faerin nods. He lies down and takes off his cloak and uses it as a pillow, balling it up and placing it under his head. He shivered from the frigid wind from the mountains, and he blocked out the uncomfortable cold.

[Toothless.]

((Last i checked, Faerin was sitting close to Nighthawk, so i'll RP like he still is))

Nighthawk looked at Faerin and noticed that he was shivering slightly, he smiled and started to shuffle his wings noiselessly, reaching over with one wing and drapeing it over Faerin before going to sleep himself.

[Wolfsabre]

Faerin looked over at Nighthawk falling asleep, and his wing draped over him. He smiled at Nighthawk before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
That night, he had a dream.
He was in a hall, a giant hall. It was about 100 ft tall and it was more like a corridor, with ten giant torches on either side. At the other end, sat a throne made of bones. Faerin looked behind him. You could see open land, but everything was contorted. The trees were gnarled and leafless, and the sky was blood red. Suddenly it disappeared and there was just a stone wall. Faerin bit his lip. The only way to go, was forward. He walked towards the throne, his every step echoing in the chamber. Finally he got to the foot of the throne, and he felt a chill of death. Suddenly, a whisp of shadow came out of nowhere and rested on the throne, and a man appeared. He was a handsome man, with messy black hair and tanned skin, but his eyes were a cold, ice blue. He looked at Faerin, then he laughed. "So this is the leader of the Seven Riders?" he stood up and walked around Faerin, observing him. Faerin stood perfectly still, his face scared, but stubborn. THe man finally stopped in front of Faerin. He towered the boy, so he knelt down and said "How do you think your going to protect Arlamore? Your just a boy who dreams of it"
Faerin was stubborn and he didn't say anything.
The man snarled and drew back his hand and at the moment Faerin realized what he was going to do, he was slapped by an unbelievable force. He was thrown 15 ft away and into a pillar. He groaned, feeling the back of his head bloody and he looked at the man. The man suddenly smiled, but it was a gruesome smile. Suddenly he leaped into the air, changing into a black, snake like dragon and pounced at Faerin.

Faerin sat straight up, panting. He could feel his heart beating fiercely in his chest and he looked over at Nighthawk who was still sleeping. He looked all around for the blue eyed man, but he couldn't see him. He breathed in relief and looked outside the cave to see morning daylight streaming in.

[Pockyy]

Alexa strolled down the path, wondering where to go. The last two times she had been into the Fey Forest, she had met some peculiar people and dragons. Sighing with choice, she was stuck at a cross road. Glancing in all directions, she chose the path that was the easiest to follow.

((Does anyone wanna meet Alexa? ^^ And is Pheonix back yet?))

[Wolfsabre]

(Is her dragon named Eve?)

[Toothless.]

((According to the front page, Phoenix's dragon is named Eve ))

Nighthawk woke up at the sunlight and blinked, giving his eyes a moment to get used to the lighting change. He looked over at Faerin, who was already awake, noticeing the unuseuall pattern of his breathing, "Good morning," he said with a comforting tone.

[Pockyy]

((Yeah, I was just wondering ^^))