Eragon RP v.2

[Luna of the Night]

Lita hit her whole body into the door, she had to get to her rider and fast.

[goneleft]

"Then a fight you shall have," Lunging forward, she lashed out with a hand, knocking her in the side.

(I'm gonna wait for Ember now.)

[Luna of the Night]

Luna yelled in pain as she was hit in the side, she fell to the floor holding her side, she looked up at the woman.(okay)

[fletch]

OOC: I'm here. Sorry, I'm in a bit of a sad mood because I was playing Walking Dead...ohmygod. That hit me right in the feels. The next episode (final) is like...three hours long, so I have to play it on the weekend. Tension is going to kill me.
Ugh.
Where do I jump in? Reposts?

[goneleft]

ooc;
my post. and then.. I played she who dwells for like a page or two, and we stopped for ya ;P

(Ehehehehe. Um, are Bayard and Ailene still in the room? xD)

[fletch]

OOC: Yeah, they are. What was the last post?

The woman strode up to Luna, slumped against the wall. A savage look spread across her face and she roughly grabbed Luna by the shirt, pulling her up and pushing her against the wall. A blackish fire danced up along her arms, though it seemed not to burn her. For Luna, however; it singed her clothes, blackening them and possibly burning the skin underneath. Before she could do much more the woman, with an inhuman strength, seized the Queen and tossed her across the floor with ease.
"Did you really think you could defeat me, Queen Luna?" She growled, slowly approaching. As if she had all the time in the world, which...she probably did. "I'm not like you! I'm not human. I'm a freak." At that, a grin. Her teeth, pointed like fangs, jutted from her upper lip. "And you can't kill me. The world is changing around us, and those strong enough change with it. And those who do not have the strength to live on their own...those who rely on dragons for help...they will be left in the dark to die like the others. It's a pure world, Luna, and we cannot allow you to taint it."

[нana ѕong]

(I dunno what to post ^^" and i cant be on for long)

[goneleft]

Ailene gave a small chuckle at Warrick, before letting her hands fall at her sides, and pulling her knees up to her chest, outstretching her neck and placing her chin in the crook between her knees. Glancing up quickly, she gave a small shrug. "That's ok. I just wonder what Blaze is up to. Most likely winging about the cold to herself, or.. eating. Or sleeping," Scratching the back of her neck quickly, she added: "Any of those options." With a small grin.

ooc;
last post from me.. agh, >< and, uh, okay kirara

[Banana Dancer :)]

A guard had brought Jessica back to the healers room and stayed with her. She had kept close to the guard with her hands gripping the blanket around her as the the guards hand laid on her back. She whimpered softly as she saw easton and slowly went over. She was much warmer than she was before but was still pretty cold compared to her normal temperature. She saw his hand hanging and gently held it in hers. Easton, she whimpered softly as tears started to appear.

[fletch]

Bayard gave a small tip of his head. "You two have a lot in common." He glanced back at the frosty outside world and offered a slight shrug. "When Warrick and I were alone, there was no...lazing about. I mean, not that we didn't sometimes. But...most times, we'd be flying. Cold or no. Dives, tricks. All sorts. I came to think I was the best rider around, but..." The rider turned a sheepish look to Ailene. "I suppose not anymore." Then he gave a sly smile as a memory hit him. 'I remember one time Warrick surprised me on my eighteenth birthday by dumping snow on my head when I was asleep. I..." Though Bayard was fond of that memory, it sort of made him sad. Because he didn't even recall having a last birthday for himself. Three years, and not even a thought beyond: Today I am a year older. It was weird, considering growing a year older in Carvahall had always been a bit of a big deal. Bayard went silent, lost in thought.
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Easton made no proper sign that he actually heard her. The healers had pulled back the bottom half of his completely shredded shirt to expose no injuries. Just blood, staining his white shirt. He seemed to he completely unharmed, yet he was unconscious. His heart rate was steady, but his mind was completely blank and silent. Though his mind did not stir, a faint moan escaped his lips. One of pain.