forum Romance RP // CLOSED

Started April 06, 2020 by @PaperHats business

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"I agree with Sawyer, nightfall will be here soon. We should get moving till it's night and then find somewhere to sleep. We'll get a move on in the morning." Shaelynn said in a confident voice. She walked over where Grayson what sitting and spoke lightly, "Before we go, I have to change your bandages," before he could say a word she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. She told him to sit up straight and she cut the bandages and carefully pulled them off. She wiped around the wound with a damp cloth and wrapped more bandages around him, she pulled them tight and tied them. She handed him his shirt and helped him up, "Take it easy, you're still badly injured. Gwyn, can you help him so he doesn't fall." She was hesitant taking orders from Shaelynn, but then nodded and walked over to help him.

Grayson would look ahead and gasp. There were other dragons. Light dragons. "Shoot..Im not going to be abile to get past them..Theres four..and what is th-" He'd feel a shive down his spine. "Cant be…There all dead.." He'd tell her to tell them "I dont think ill be abile to go ahead..Theres Light dragons ahead…As you know Dark and light dragons arent best friends…"

Somer looked up sharply, still supporting Grayson. "Where?"
He pointed them out, whispering to the girls, "They're probably bounty hunters again."
"Which begs the question," Somer responded, keeping her voice down as well, "why are we being hunted?"
They hovered silently, as Shaelynn finished rebandaging Grayson's wounds. Finally though, the cat-girl asked, "So which way do we go? Back to the city, or what?"
No one answered. No one could answer.
Finally, Somer offered, "The ocean's that way. Southwest." She pointed off into the trees, seemingly at random. "We can try to find a port."
"First of all, how do you know that?" Grayson asked, "Second, why should we go to a port? How is that any better than the city?"
Somer shrugged, "I'm a sailor, I've got the sea in my blood and my heart calls out for it."
He squinted at her. "Is that another fey thing?"
"No," she rolled her eyes, "it's just me being poetic. But a port will also have the latest news, and an escape route."
"Escape route?" Sawyer asked suddenly, looking hopeful, "You have a boat?"
"Well, no…" Somer frowned, "But I've got connections, and if worst comes to worst, we can commandeer one." She glanced around at the others, and her frowned deepened. "Probably. Maybe."
"Yeah," Shaelynn agreed.
Somer looked surprised, "Yeah? I didn't think you'd be onboard with some light thievery, Miss Abner."
"No, not that. We're not stealing a ship–"
"Boat," Somer interrupted. "Four people wouldn't be able to man a full ship."
Shaelynn waved a hand dismissively, "Whatever. But one of my father's ships might be docked, so the port's a good idea."
"Excellent!" Somer clasped her hands together excitedly, ignoring the others' attempts to shush her. "To the port it is!"
She ducked out from under Grayson's arm, and started off in a half-skip, only to run into a scaled chest.
"Ah." She made a face, like she'd just bitten into a toad.
Looking up at the bounty hunter, she smiled and told him cheerfully, "You're in my way."
He grabbed her forearm, sharp talons scraping against her skin, and chuckled. "Okay, little girl."
"You know," she glanced down to where he had grabbed her, "I don't particularly like it when people touch me without permission. But for you, I say," she met his eyes again, and smiled, sharp and dangerous, "let's play."

He'd stair at them fighting. He'd growl wanting to fight also but not being able to since he was to hurt. He'd smirk, remembering he had another helpful power. He'd Chuckle and stomp one foot on the ground. Nothing would happen, around them. But the huner would be lifted into the air, "Have your fun fighting him..but be fast i wanna get to the docks…" He'd suddenly turn around and see the gruop of light dragons coming right for him. "Oh..Forgot other dragons can sence dragonic magic…" He'd look around not seeing the big one. "Oh no..where is it.." He'd look to the side of him and see the big one. The big one would pin him down to the flore and start choking him " A little help!" He'd say with a choky voice.

Shaelynn reached into her bag and pulled out a small pouch, she reached her hand inside and sprinkled the blue powder on herself. She muttered some words and her eyes glowed and a magic circle appeared in front of her raised hand. A beam shot from it and froze the hunter on top of Grayson, she pulled out her knife and shot herself at him. Her skin turned white as blood spilled from the hunter, she helped Grayson up and they fought off the group of dragons side-by-side.

Sawyer nervously eyed the quarrels around him, trying to keep himself sane.
I can’t lose control. he thought to himself. But they need help…. oh good lord—
His thoughts were cut short as he took a deep breath, digging his hands into his pocket. He lifted seven knives into the air around him, those said knives beginning to rotate around him. He bit back a curse, his eyes glowing a faint green as he narrowed them, the knives spinning ever-so-slightly. They were held, suspended in the air like he could control them with his mind— in which, he actually could. As bounty hunters began to surround him, he shot out each knife, raising an arm as well to direct them easier. All seven of the hunters dropped to the ground as the knives pierced their skin, Sawyer calling each one back. The crimson covered blades heeded his call, shooting back and beginning to circle him once more.
His glowing eyes darted around frantically, but it wasn’t his normal nervous peer. It was more of a battle-crazed look, a “bloodlust” if you will. Carefully, they rested on his horde of new targets, and he had no trouble dropping their bodies to the ground as well.

Once they had fought off all the hunters, Shaelynn's skin was still white from the sight of blood. It was already night when the fight finished. "I'm going to the spring to clean myself, we all need to go and wash up. I'll take Grayson with me, his wound reopened." Grayson's face turned a light shade of pink and Gwyn smirked. "W-what! I'm not bathing with you!" Gray shouted, "Your not going to! I'll have you sit behind a tree or something after I fix you up again! Stupid!" Gwyn laughed at Gray's face, "Awww, I kinda wanted to see that!" She retorted, Shaelynn rolled her eyes and helped him up, "You should wash up too, you smell like a rotten egg. Oh and try to get a fire going, don't make it to big, we can't be seen out here. We'll get moving at the crack of dawn." She yelled over her shoulder. Once they got to the spring she sat him down and redid his bandages, she took the dirty ones and put them in her bag to clean them later. "Stay behind this tree, I'm gonna wash up now. Once I'm done you wash up." Shaelynn went to the edge of the small pond and took off her cloths and stepped into the cold water. She washed her hair and got out. After she was done dressing she helped him up, "Just take off your shirt, your wound can't get wet." He slipped it off and she turned around. "I'm finished." He grunted as Shaelynn came back over, they walked back to the others and sat to warm up by the fire. They were both shivering with wet hair, Shaelynn pulled out a comb and combed her hair before she climbed a tree to sleep in, "Good night, sleep well."

Gary would wake and look around, sighing, he wished everything that happened the day before was all a dream. He'd see that everyone was still sleeping and he'd go down his tree and walk to the spring. He'd wash his face, which for some strange reason, there was dirt on it. After that he'd see that Gwyn had woken up. He'd say "Good morning sleepy head..!" He'd say quietly try not to wake the others.

Somer glanced over at Grayson with an amused smirk. "Mornin' scales."
She stretched and looked around for Sawyer and Shaelynn, finding them still asleep. Turning back to Grayson, she said, "Well, we'll need to eat. Can you hunt?"
"Yeah, sure." Grayson looked excited.
"Great," Somer responded, "see what you can find, and I'll do some foraging. Just don't go overboard and keep an eye out for any local hunters, okay?"

Shaelynn woke soon after they left, her head hurt and her eyes throbbed. She glanced around to see Sawyer still sleeping on a branch close to her's. She sat up and stretched and hopped over to where Sawyer was sleeping, "Sawyer, wake up." She said softly while snaking him, "W-what? Is it t-time to go?"
"No, were gonna eat first then go."
"O-okay."
Shaelynn jumped from the tree as Sawyer started climbing down, she combed her hair again and went to the spring to try and wash Grayson's dirty bandages. Once they seemed rather clean she went back to camp just as Grayson was coming back.

Grayson would look around and sigh. He'd let out his wings and flap them a little. "They are getting better..Hope they heal.." He'd sigh and look up. He'd hid his wings once more and sit by a blossom tree. He'd see a dragon, but this time it was a Dark dragon. He'd look for any wepons on the dragon and calm down not seeing on. "Glad to see im not the only one in the town.." he'd see the dragon walk closer to him. He'd get up and at this rait he was ready for battle.The dragon started talking saying " Im not here for you..Im just getting apples for my family.." Gray would look at him, suspishisly.He'd still back away getting closer to the group and eventually triping on a rock. "Gah! My back…" The dragon would see a bit of blood coming from his back and gasp. He'd help him up and say "Im sorry…Il just go.." The dragon would fly to town, leaving Grayson.

Sawyer, once down from the branches, just stood there. His eyes were still partially glowing, and his heart rate was still partially sped up. Though, this time, it wasn’t nervousness.
He looked around at the group, but his eyes didn’t fix or focus on one point for too long, and even when they did, it seemed as though his gaze passed right through the others.
He slowly walked up with Gwyn and Shaelynn to rejoin, but as he heard Gray let out a yelp of pain, his head snapped back. His wild eyes, now without their pupils, darted around the area in which the sound had resonated, and he began sprinting through the trees.

"Damn dragon…" He'd let out his wings and try to flap them. They wouldn't budge."What the…"He'd growl, " Damn dragon.." He'd kick a rock. He'd walk away Hiding his wings. He'd sigh walking up to the group and say "Whats with the stairng?" He'd growl at them, because he was in a bad mood. He'd go to a tree, sit down, and try to calm down.

Shaelynn glanced at the others and looked down at her feet, her ears twitched and tail whipped side to side, she turned and said to the others, "Get a fire going, I'm going to find food." With out a moments hesitation she sprinted off into the brush. She opened her mouth to taste the air, and she heard a slight movement, her head whipped around to see a deer with it's child. She slowly pulled out her knife and crouched on all fours. Shaelynn shot herself forward and got the deer just in time, she very carefully picked it up, trying not to get blood on her cloths and started walking back. Once she arrived back and dropped the deer and fell to her hand and knees panting. "Cook this-" she gasped, "Then we get moving."

He'd look behind him and see the deer. He'd get up and sit next to the fire. Once he was wormed up he'd go to the tree,but this time he'd let out his wings and flap them, lifting off the ground for a few seconds but then they would stop and he'd fallto the ground, landing on his feet. He'd hid his winggs, once more, and wat down again.

Sawyer, after ceasing to find Gray, walked slowly back to the camp. His eyes were narrowed and still glowing, only a few knives still rotating around his figure. Some looked bloodstained, however others seemed to have fresh fluid dripping down the hilt.
Sawyer took a seat at the fire, not meeting eyes with anyone but still having them dart around. He hung his head, staring at the floor, unblinking. He talked none— barely even addressed the other members. If anything, it looked as if he were waiting. For something.

Grayson wouldn't get up but his eyes locked on Sawyer. He was looking at him confuse on what he was waiting for. He'd sigh, still keeping an eye on him. "What is he waiting for…" He'd wisper to himself. He'd get up and walk up to Shaelynn and say "Hey..Lynn..Whats up with Sawyer..He's acting strange…"

"Hmm?" She turned around to face him, she glanced at Sawyer and looked back at Grayson, "I don't know, I noticed he was acting weird, but I didn't really want to ask him." She looked back at him and then walked over, "Sawyer, is something wrong? You've been acting strange ever since last night." She sighed and said, "Why don't you have something to eat, maybe you'll feel better."

Sawyer ceased to answer. He just kept staring at the ground, the knives floating precariously close to him. The blades and tips faced outward, sort of like an astral porcupine.
He sat, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the ground.
Inside, he was pleading to be broken out. But this happened almost any time he used his power. He’d become a little bit more of a hollow husk, just knowing destruction. He was genuinely surprised that this time… this time he didn’t hurt anyone on his side. That almost never happened.

Shaelynn stood, blankly staring down and Sawyer, she said with no tone, "We need to get moving, it's going to take about a day and a half to get to port, so we best get moving now." She grabbed Sawyer and yanked him off the ground, she got in his face and hissed, "We don't have time for this." She let got of his shirt and started walking, she half turned around to see the others trailing behind her and she whipped back around.

(how tall is Grayson?)

(5"9)

Sawyer quickly let a knife shoot out in response, whizzing right next to Shaelynn’s face. It hovered there, while he kept his arm outstretched.
Slowly, his eyes lost their glow and the knife dropped to the ground. All of the other blades followed suit, cascading into the grass. They all stuck there, hilt up.
Sawyer looked exhausted, but thankfully like himself again. His worried eyes were back to normal, and he gave a slight shiver.
“I-I didn’t hurt anybody, did I?” he asked tentatively. “Please tell me I didn’t…”
He eyed the knives around the floor, picking them up and slipping them back into his pockets. He took the one from beside Shaelynn slowly, hoping she wouldn’t kill him for the accident.