Eragon RP v.2

[kia.]

(To be continued.. when I find a charger XD)

Nova weakly lifts his head, his vision blurred. He notices 2 figure and lays his head back down. 'Well, I'm done for.' Be thinks to himself, waiting to be struck down permanently.

[fletch]

OOC: Okay, sure. I found a charger XD But I'm currently brain-dead from cramps and airplane sickness.

Wam! Bayard's head jerked back and smashed hard against the wood of his bed when he was startled by a scream in the night. Was someone outside? No, that couldn't be possible. In fact, it sounded like it had come from across the hall. Not even bothering to throw proper clothes on (thank god he at least had his pants on...) he practically fell out of bed and onto the floor, lifting himself up and racing to the door. He fumbled with the handle for a moment and then swung it open. The hall was dim and empty, aside from a breeze rustling the drapes at the far end. Had it come from Akyra's room? Then he heard something else: the crashing and bumping of something in there.
Bayard pelted over and grabbed the handle of her door, shaking it and pounding on the door with one clenched fist. "Akyra! Akyra, are you alright?"

Easton didn't loosen his grip, though sat back and kept his hands tight. Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. Lie still, okay? You're going to be okay. He wiped his jaw with the other hand, slightly smudging the blotch of blood on his cheek. Experimentally he opened his jaw and moved it about. Definitely not broken, but it hurt like hell. He lifted his eyes so that he was staring at Kakana: "Should we take her back to the castle? They might...they might know a bit more than we do about healing."

[goneleft]

ooc;
that's super good man.
and I laughed at that also universal ;P
meh I'm not in the best mood so replies might be slow because I got in a fight with my brother.

Chelsea groaned. Why, when she wanted to get it over, there was some.. horse-dragon mix dying in the middle of a snow coated field?
Thankfully, the snow was only a little higher then her ankles, but it was still murky. Slowly trudging over, and Ciar next to her, she leaned next to the beast. What.. what was wrong with it? Running a hand along the black-and-white scales, she tilted her head. It was bleeding badly.. but where? She certainly couldn't flip it -- might tear something in the process.

ooc;
what did happen to this dragon thing..?

[kia.]

(Twas shot a few times stealing hay from a farmer.)

Nova blinked, trying to clear his vision to see the figures clearly. His nose twitched and his tounge flickered from his lips as his tested scents. 'A human and dragon...' He .

(Auto correct on my phone. I hate it.)

[нana ѕong]

(I luckily dont get bad cramps...but i have never been on a plane...)

Akyra sighs softly, her heart still pounding in her chest, as she rests her forehead on her dragons nose. Storm must be worried seeing as the dragon actually did as she was told. "Go back down...please? I dont need you destroying the West Wing of the castle..." Akyra says softly, not wanting to let her dragon go, but thinks knows that no one could know of this, rather annoying, ability thing she had. Storm finally removes her head from the balcony doors, before drifting back down to the ground. Akyra could feel her dragons worry, but tries to ignore it as another lump forms in her throat. Hearing a pounding on the door, followed by Bayards voice, she sighs. Her scream must have woken him. She walks to the door, still rubbing the tear stains from her face, as she opens the door. "Im sorry for waking you...everything's fine," she says as she lowers her hand from her face. If he could hear her heart skip a beat he would know she was lying. She certainly didnt feel ok.

[Banana Dancer :)]

Even though Jessica couldnt hear him, just his presence alone was making her calm. She wanted to be held, so she started to move again, closer to him, but her wings were stopping her. With them being bent, it was allowing more blood to saturate her wing but it wasnt bothering her for the moment. He was the only thing that seemed real to her in her world. He was the anchor for her.

[fletch]

OOC: ShirtlessBayard. Also, posting for Easton, just hold on....

Bayard studied her face quietly in the dark, then squinted. Had she been crying? He put one hand against the doorframe to lean upon it, very aware that he looked like a squirrel had nested in his hair and the fact he was only wearing pants. He didn't often not wear a shirt, due to his scar across his right hip, and the jagged one on his shoulder from being impaled by a dagger a few years ago. Not to mention having his arm dislocated and now the bone looked a bit weird...he was a mess.
"Uhm...pardon me, but considering you just screamed...I don't think everything is fine." Bayard glanced behind her, but Storm had already gone. It was a clear and crisp night out. "Was it a dream? I get those sometimes," The rider admitted, with a small uncomfortable shrug.

As Jessica shifted, Easton gritted his teeth together painfully. You need to be still for the moment, or-- He glanced back at Kakana. They needed to get her back, now. Even if moving her caused more blood loss...it wouldn't matter anyway. If she didn't have anything to stop the blood soon, she would die.
Stay with me,okay? Listen to my voice. Think about...about anything else. The stars. How cold I am right now...uhm....I tried shaving the other day, does that help? Okay, maybe not...just stay awake! Easton said quickly. As he spoke he gently removed his hand from her wing and put it under her waist and his other hand under her shoulders. This way he could pick her up easily. Her wings would probably smack his face, but he would just have to deal with it.

[нana ѕong]

Akyra hesitates a moment, watching him. A moment ago, she hadnt noticed he wasnt waring a shirt, but now she noticed. Forcing that to the back of her mind, she sighs softly, running her fingers back through her hair. "Um...Ya it was a dream i guess you could say. Happens to me sometimes, but not in awhile," she replies softly, standing to the side. "You can come in if you want. Or go back to bed...Either is fine," she says not exactly looking him in the eyes, but just past his head at the other wall. She was a great lier, but something about this particular person made it...difficult to lie convincingly.

[fletch]

Bayard considered this for a moment and then, slowly, took his arm from the wall and stepped into her room. "Why don't we talk about it? I know it's late and all, but...I won't be sleeping for some time yet. And something tells me...neither will you." He looked down at the floor then back up, with a soft smile. "Afterall, we are friends, aren't we?"
Of course he wouldn't be sleeping for a while. He had just gotten home and he was...still disturbed the idea of the island. No matter what he thought of, drew...his mind always clicked back to Rhea and the island. He knew he would move on, but....he would never forget it. He was a bit nervous about what his dreams would be like that night, but of course...he usually didn't awake from his dreams screaming.

[нana ѕong]

Akyra bites on her lower lip, a bit hard, but enough to hide the quivering, as she nods stiffly. She quietly shuts the door after him, hoping no one else was on this side that could have heard her. She finally lets out her breath in a shaky sigh, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge. Her back hurt from sleeping at the desk, but that was the least of her worries at this point. She motions to the desk chair for him to sit if he wanted to. She didnt even care if he sat next to her on the bed, she just felt so...numb. "Erm...Do you have déjà vú moments? Like you have seen something before? Its like that but much worse," she starts out with, clasping her hands tightly in her lap. She could tell him part of the truth...not all of it. Of course, knowing how being around him made her head mush, she might end up saying everything anyways.