The Time Of The Dragons Has Returned Medieval Fantasy RP

[blue_dun]

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Constantine chuckled as Tybalt slithered up on his shoulder and licked his ear. It was the dragon's wake-up call every day, even when Con awoke early he stayed 'sleeping' so that the little black dragon wouldn't break routine. He knew how much it annoyed the fast-growing little guy when routine was broken, or when he wasn't acknowledged like he was supposed to be. Tybalt was turning out to be quite arrogant. But oh well, Constantine couldn't help what his dragon acted like.
Slowly getting up from his moss bed by the foot of the tree, Constantine stretched and hopped up and down a couple times to get the blood flowing through his legs.
Another new day.

[f e a r l e s s]

"Zaphira, You and I have been on our own for six years now and I have found excitement and adventure but I feel that there is more. More somewhere out there." Aragon said as he started a fire. "I am going hunting little one." Zaphira said. "OK." he replied. In the six years that he had lived off the land he had built a mud house, a garden, and had many different weapons. Out of all of them, Aragons favorite was a sword with a silver blade, and a dragon on the handle. Engraved on the blade were the words "Born to be a rider". Zaphira had given it to him for his birthday. Zaphira flew off to go hunting.

[TheRedFox]

we'd probably better land, small one. dastrii's deep voice rang through Kita's head. reluctantly she agreed, they hadn't really eaten much, she was too excited about getting to fly as much as she wanted to, without her parents telling her to do her chores or go to bed. now her stomach was trying to provoke a roaring contest out of Dastrii.

[f e a r l e s s]

Aragon took out a pot, added water and potatoes and put it on the fire. He looked behind him and saw Kita and Dastrii. "You are a rider as well?" Aragon asked her.

[Pengu.]

Tiral blinked and slightly opened his shining blue-green eyes. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, a perfect day for an adventure. He lifted his wing to let a little sun shine on Kalia. "Tiral..." Kalia grumbled, "is it time to go already?" Tiral chuckles to himself and smiles. "I told you bright and early didnt I? We need to get an early start for where we are headed." Kalia jumps out of her blanket. "I forgot we were leaving today! I an gong to wash up right now." She quickly dove in to the waterfall and washed off. After she was done, Kalia gathered her supplies; sword, sheild, pack, and bow and arrows; and gets onto Tiral's back. "Lets go!" Tiral tells her as he acends in to the sky.

Flying had been going well that morning. Tiral and Kalia were now above a vast plain, full of vegitation and animals. "Tiral? Where exactly are we headed..." she asks, a little worried."There is a valley about another few hours away where you can train. There are rumers of other dragonriders there. That is where we are headed. Soon the valley comes into view, but no sight of other dragons or humans.

[f e a r l e s s]

Zaphira had two deer in her talons. She flew up high and did a flip in the air and then saw another dragon. She flew over. "Who dares enter the territory of my rider?" she asked.

[TheRedFox]

Kita and Dastrii had landed next to the other dragon and rider, curious. they had never actually met another dragon rider before. "yes," Kita smiled, "my name is Kita and this is Dastrii, what are yours?"

[f e a r l e s s]

"I am Aragon, my dragon is hunting but her name is Zaphira." he told them.

[Pengu.]

Tiral hovered in the air, unfazed by the comment he had just been asked. So I was right, there are still others...
Kalia was already tired from riding and this comment made her grumpier. "Well, who dares to speak to me like that? Give me your name and I will give you mine!" she sputters. Tiral just sighed and rolled his eyes. "There is no need to talk like that..." he wispers.

[blue_dun]

As chance would have it, Constantine and Tybalt were heading to the valley too. It had recently come to their attention that they needed a place to thrive- and fast. The rogues in the forest had gone berserk when they had spotted the brown-haired kid with a dragon on his shoulder. Con and Tybalt were just barely able to escape from the whole mess, with the new-found help of Con's sword and shield.
For nearly a week they had been walking south, heading toward that probably-mythical place where other dragon riders roamed and a boy named Aragon and his dragon brought hope to all riders who dared enter.

Tybalt slithered back up onto his master's shoulder and nodded in the direction they should go. "That way. We're coming so close, I can feel the other dragons." The already-big voice boomed through Constantine's head.