Knights of The Round Table and Dragon roleplay

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Silent shook his head. Nevermind. It's just, nightmares became scarier, almost dangerous in a way.. The crystal was pulled from it's temple so I got it back. I can access Dragoness's memories, figure out where she's from... He sent the message to the two of them, he looked thoughtful. He sighed. He looked a bit wary. I just.. Never went around dragons... humans... I'm the last of my species, so I'm told. Do you know of their whereabouts? He questioned the wer.

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
He glanced back at the other. Dream-Cather, Silent, if you could access her memories, that would be much appreciated. But alas, I have been locked away and have no recent recollection of the area your species resides in. Though, I remember they were once many.

Dragoness
Baring her fangs, she threw up a wall in her mind, preventing all but only the strongest who could break her mental wall from reading her memories. She backed herself against the wall, pain shooting threw her but she refused to back down without a fight of wills.

[notactive]

Silent's eyes began to glow. He had managed to access a small fraction, though it was fuzzy. She is with the King. But she blocked her brain, so it's fuzzy. He told him.

[Alpha*]

"I would try the deserts, I hear your kind do like the heat and sands." he answers quietly after a long moment of thought. "Though it has been years - the humans call your kind often D'jinn, and the last of your kind I met was in a ruin." The wer purrs slipping up to the Dark Warrior, Xa'limir.

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Silent thought hard. There was a place called the Secret Oasis, though I'd never done much research. He replied, frowning. But I hatched on my own.. We hatch together. He sighed.

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
He locked his gaze on the dragoness, and his eyes turned maroon as he called on his ancient power -- the spirits from around. Snarling, he shoved his mind into hers, causing her to write and screetch in pain, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she tried to escape the pain he was inflicting. Growling louder, he flicked through her memories forcefully, claws digging into the ground before he released her and his eyes returned to gray.

[notactive]

Silent gazed at the scene. He could lock in his emotions easily, but this time he looked a bit uneasy. He wasn't used to this violence because Nightshades never had to fight really. He felt a sting of curiosity. Why did he do that to the dragon? Sure, sometimes memories were important but they could simply be accessed at any time. He didn't feel the need to read her thoughts.

[Alpha*]

"Your kind is not overly sociable." the wercat answers before intervening between the two dragons. "Xa'limir! That is enough. Think of your Rider. How will you face her after this? Chain her or take her with us, or kill her but dont do this. It would make you no better than Merlin and the King - forcing your will upon her." he is his little-boy self, hands on his hips, chin set defiantly.

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She quickly walked her arms around Morag. Thoughts raced through her mind, a million a minute. A bit of pain from Xa'limir's battle ebbed at the back of her mind.
(I apologize for my absence...)

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
He turned his gaze on the Wer,and exhales, exhaustion almost radiating off him. "I do not have time for questions, Contrast. If we are going to take her with us, I will need to bind her here with spells until I can carry her when I have the strength. Until then, I am bleeding profousely and need to heal. Though, Contrast, I will never be as cruel as the King, nor Merlin. When you are tortured for seventy years, then chained for another four hundred, then we may talk about cruelty." He says, lowering his head, but not in a defensive way. In fact, his eyes flashed with self humiliation of treating another creature in such a way -- but mostly exhaustion.

(Its fine)