An Epic Return (Monty X Eldarwen)

Ooc;; Haha Eldar, reading that scenery just made my day. :'] Thank you~
Anyways, now for my post, oh dear, it's been a while. >.<

Bic;; The colours of silver, green and grey shot through the sky at an amazing speed. A total blur to the naked eye. One blink and the colours would be missed, as if nothing had happened. Apart from the immense gust of wind that followed. A force so strong, it could knock someone from their feet.

The Guardian dragon in the sky was surging forwards at a great speed, trying to shake the two smaller dragons either side of him off his tail. Fighting against the wind, the silvery blue dragon tilted his head and shot one large ball of blue fire at the green dragon next to him. The smaller dragon was fast. It quickly dodged the glazing ball and returned a short stream of fire itself. The Guardian barely managed to dodge it, since he also had to avoid a symmetrical blast from the other beast.

As soon as the grey dragon paused the attack, he quickly shot forwards and rammed his horns into the Guardian’s shoulder. He let out a roar of pain as they connected and let out another blue fireball, missing the beast by inches. The meadow beneath them was coming to an end and instead, the grass was replaced with a dense forest. Taking advantage of the scenery change, the green dragon flew above the Guardian and the grey sank its teeth into his side. As it did this, the green kicked out with its hind legs and transferred all of its weight onto the Guardian’s back. Unable to move his right wing as much as necessary through the pain to keep his height in the sky, the three dragons descended out of the sky.

There was a large and sturdy oak tree in the distance that started to come angerously close to them. The Guardian dragon physically couldn’t lift himself up over the top of it whilest carrying the weight of two other dragons as well. All he could do was kick out frantically.
Suddenly at the last minute, the two other dragons let go and flew up into the air and out of harms way, not giving their enemy enough time to do the same.

There was a loud bash as the Guardian dragon struck the tree and knocked it over.
Silverwing was helpless as he crashed into the ground at an amazing speed.

Ooc;; Short because I was in a rush, sorry. ^^;

Bic;; Blackness filled his mind as he lay their unconscious. A few minutes of stillness passed until there were signs of movement within the great beast once more.
Slowly flickering his eyes open, he soon forced them shut again as he winced at the pain that surged through his body. He was lying on his right side, and a small pool of blood was slowly getting larger around where he lay.
Groaning in agony, he raised his head up off the ground and revealed his two huge, ram-like horns as the leaves fell off them and onto the floor. His vision was blurred, and he couldn’t quite tell where he was. His head span as he tried to remember what had happened, but he just couldn’t.

It took a while until his vision cleared, but as soon as it did, it only reminded him of the great deal of pain he was in again. His leg was throbbing where it had been bitten, there was a big gash down his tail and for some reason, his hind leg was killing. It he tried to move now, it wouldn't do him any good what-so-ever. But on the same note, he couldn't just lie there. He felt like he had to go somewhere, like he had to do something...But what?

Suddenly, a strange scent reached him and his nostrils flared. His silvery eyes blazed and he let a defensive growl rumble from within his throat. He was in no position to fight, but he wasn’t about to give up.
Then something caught his eye. Snapping his head round, his glared into the eyes of another being. A human male. Narrowing his eyes he let out another menacing growl as the human came closer and worse still, came nearer to his wounds.

Shifting his body weight to the left in an attempt to get up, Silverwing let out a roar of pain as his shoulder reminded him that he was in no position to make a quick getaway.
He fell back down onto his side and his head collapsed onto the floor again. His horns taking out a small tree as he did so. He lay there, completely defenceless. Any attack now could put him in an even worse condition or in fact, could finish him off for good. It had been a very long since he was in a position like this. He lay there, wondering how he could have let this happen again.

As the young man jumped by fright in front of him, Silverwing misinterpreted it. His ears flattened and he bared his teeth, letting out another snarl. But he did nothing more. He couldn’t do anything more. Not that he would have done anyway, he was a Guardian of the isle, which meant he protected the creatures, not kill them if they dared moved. The only time he’d kill a creature he didn’t know, would be if he was certain the island would be a better place without it. Or of course, if it attacked him. Silverwing’s lips rested over his teeth slowly as he withdrew his fierce look. If the man jumped purely at his growl, then surely he wasn’t a threat to him, even in this state.

When the man spoke, the dragon’s ears twitched and his eyes narrowed. What was he getting at? What did the man want with him? But the tone of voice used wasn’t threatening in any way - it was quite the opposite. Then he spoke again…
One minute he was demanding stillness, next he was complaining about the greenery getting destroyed. Silverwing blinked as the man jumped. He wasn’t about to put himself in more pain just to move out of the way of a tree. It couldn’t even be classed as a tree. It was a twig. What was this man? A twig hugger? He watched closely as the human started to fiddle around on the ground looking for his band, the n he was even more shocked at the phrase start treating you now. So this man was here to help him then. As he moved closer though, Silverwing began to doubt his first intentions.

What if it was a cover up just to get close enough to cause him more harm. He let out another menacing growl as the human walked over to him. His tail moved along the ground slightly as a result of his uneasiness and distrust of the creature. He remained still as he picked the leaves from his wounds, ready to strike it the act of kindness he was portraying changed in any way.
Once the man had finished what he was doing, the dragon watched very carefully as he took his next step. As the watered cloth was placed on his wounds to clean them, a sharp stinging pain surged through his body. But it was nothing he couldn’t deal with. He was one of the five Guardians of Dragons Cove. He had faced a lot more pain than water and a cloth.

Silverwing’s muscles were relaxing a little as the man rubbed the cloth over him. Maybe he was just here to help after all. When he spoke again, he gave the human a deep stare, as if he was looking into his soul – if that were possible. He was still trying to figure out what kind of creature he was. One to help with an honest opinion of the world, or a man who played a trick, just waiting to get close enough to strike and do damage. He sighed, surely there was enough evil on the island already after inheriting these wounds from...something. He shook his head to blow the last few leaves off his neck that were starting to annoy him. He did this half-heartedly however, since it just hit him that he was in fact, exhausted. What had made him so tired? It was obvious due to his wounds that he had been attacked, by more the one dragon maybe? And if he had crashed into a tree this hard, surely he was flying...fast? Silverwing glanced over to the large oak that was on the floor. It was indeed...huge. It’s trunk was bigger than his body, and the leaves at the top could actually hide him in.

He groaned as the paste was placed onto his wounds. From the pain of course, but also because it was a harsh way to bring him back to reality from his mixed up thoughts. His nose twitched as the disgusting smell from the paste lingered over to him. But what could he expect? A medical solution that actually smelled nice?
It stung, It stung a lot. But he knew it was good for him, since he’d seen something similar to this before. He remembered someone telling him that it stopped infection, and with the amount of wounds that could get infected on him today was insane. Infection now would be the worst thing for him.

As the man continued doing his work, Silverwing gradually relaxed even more. The pain was increasing, as was guessed, and it was slowly getting at him. He shuffled slightly, since the cuts on his other side of his body he felt were getting irritated. But as soon as he moved his hind leg, he let out a groan. Moving it wasn’t such a good idea. He didn’t actually know what was wrong with it, since there were no signs of scratches or wounds on it.

Silverwing came to the conclusion that this man was here to help him and not cause him harm. So as relaxed as he could be through the pain, he let his neck relax and he lolled his head onto the soft pile of leaves that he had caused when he killed the tree. But it wasn’t his fault, he wouldn’t just fly around, bashing into trees for the fun of it. No, it wasn’t fun, it was painful. Very painful. When he felt the man’s hands withdraw from his body, he raised his head to see what he looked like now he was finished.
Like a mess, really.
He was feeling slightly better, apart from the fact that his wounds stung, but his head was clearer. Yet he still couldn’t remember anything before he crashed into the tree, or how he did it or why. He felt strange, he hadn’t forgotten anything in the past. He had never had his memory ton from him like this.

Silverwing’s ears twitched when the human spoke about his leg. He watched as the man looked at it. it didn’t feel broken, but then again, what he was feeling right now didn’t make sense anyway. He analysed the way the man looked at him. He didn’t have any hatred in his eyes, or looked as if he had any means to hurt him. Could he trust him to attend to his other side like he had done to this one? If he wanted to attack him, he would have done it by now.
Taking a deep breath, he hurled his weight over, and used what footing he could to gently rest himself back onto the ground again. He winced as soon as his body weight was off the floor, and his legs buckled from underneath him. They couldn’t withstand the weight due to the amount of pain and pressure they were being put under. His body crashed onto the floor and a roar of pain escaped his muzzle. His head fell back onto the floor again as he closed his eyes, trying so very hard to deal with the surge of discomfort he was encountering. All the while, he didn’t take a second glance at the human, if he crushed him, he couldn’t help it. He didn’t have the strength to manoeuvre his body into a weird position just to avoid taking him out.
Several minutes passed before he opened his eyes again. Using what energy he had left to raise It up and see what damage was on this side. He groaned as he saw two horn gashes on his shoulder and many other cuts. He couldn’t tell whether they were caused by whatever had attacked him, or the tree.

Ooc;; I did a bit of time skipping here, is that okay? If not, I’ll just re-write my post. c:

Bic;; It became apparent that when the man spoke again, he had not been crushed. Silverwing’s ears twitch when he mentioned a theory about his wounds. Why hadn’t he thought of it sooner? He probably did get these wounds from another creature, another dragon. But why couldn’t he remember any of it? Protecting the isle did come at a cost, the obvious battles, the obvious risks, the obvious near-death experiences. He should have thought of that a lot sooner. It was like he couldn’t even think straight.
He grunted as the human began working on his wounds again. He found it a lot more bearable than the other side, probably because he actually had a lot more to think about now, since the man had mentioned something so obvious.

As the man, now known as ‘Freki’ sat down next him, he stayed very still. Watching his moves very closely. The idea of ‘rest’ hadn’t even struck his mind. Any hopes of rest he would of liked, he thought, had vanished. Since whatever did this to him, would probably want to come back and finish the job. But then again, they would have already done so by now, surely. That was obvious as well, why had it taken him so long to think of that? His mind wasn’t thinking straight...at all.

Half-watching Freki, he lowered his head onto the ground again. But eventually, his tiredness caught up with him and forced his eyelids shut.

His dreams were fuzzy, just a blur of green and grey. Flashes of just those two colours, over and over again. All the while, a mumble of words over the top of the pictures. A phrase that he couldn’t make out, it seemed so distant, so far away...green, grey, green, grey, green, grey, black. The dream ended, just to start over again.
Those two colours flashed through his mind again, green, grey this time, the flapping of wings could be heard as well as the mumbling words, then a glint of sharp claws, then some wings, then the blackness again.
The dream continued to repeat itself over and over again. Green, grey, green, grey. Each time, the pictures became clearer and clearer, the two colours turned into two shapes, green, greythe mumbling became louder and the blackness at the end lasted for a shorter amount of time.
It started again, green, grey, green, grey, this time the shapes turned into two visible creatures. green, grey. The mumbling became even louder green, grey, and could suddenly be translated into words, words green that grey could green be grey understood...

The blackness of the end of the dream was replaced with the opening of Silverwing’ eyes. He remembered everything...

His eyes opened to stare into those of Freki’s. It should have startled him, but his head was spinning with so many thoughts that the shock didn’t even register into his brain. He heard the human’s question, but didn’t answer it straight away. Half forgetting about his injuries, he lifted his head up and began to move his body. Being careful as to not irritate his wounds and to not put any weight onto his heind leg. After a few seconds of moving, he was sat up. Now towering above the human in front of him.

He had to go, go deliver the message that he had risked his life to get a hold of.
Coming back down to reality, he remembered Freki’s question. He arched his neck to look down at the man. If anyone suddenly walked over, to them it would look as if he was getting ready to eat the poor human.
“I was attacked, I need to go. You should get away from this area of forest as well, just in case they come back. No doubt in the next few days a messenger will come to check on my body, and it won’t be a good idea to be nearby when they find out I’m not dead…”
His voice was deep and threatening, it almost sounded like a growl. He knew that he mustn’t be making a lot of sense at this moment in time. But he’d rather warn the man about what dangers were to come to him if he stayed nearby. Afterall, it was the least he could do.

Silverwing tilted his head to look at his wounds, he grunted. This would be painful, and it wouldn’t be easy. But he had to do it. He turned back to look at Freki, and lowered his head down to his height level.
“Thank you for your help, it’s nice to know that kindness still exists in places like this.”
With that, he stood back up to his full height – well, as high as he could without putting any weight on one of his hind legs. He shouldn’t even be standing, never mind thinking about travelling a long distance. But he had no time, he had a duty.

Ooc;; We need to now think of an idea of a plot. =p

"If I stay here, I die. If I die, the whole of Dragons Cove won’t stand a chance. You will die for what is to come. Do you understand me, human?" By the end of his harsh warning, his fangs ended up showing. They were long, pointy and sharp, very sharp. "Do you think I want to risk my health by getting away from here?" He finally spat.

Ooc;; Woa, the paragraphs are all messed up. o; Whats with double spacing for a paragraph dude? >.>

Silverwing was surprised Freki didn't cower away as he lowered his head back down to ground level again. But then again, maybe he wasn't the cowered he apeared to be. He raised himself back up to normal height again looked over to the sky.
"You don't know what I am, do you?" The question stating what was so special about him made him think for a short while. But then he cleared his mind of it. Guardian dragons worked in secret most of the time, not a lot of people knew what they did and a few even pondered at their existence they were so rarely seen. Guardian dragons, the quiet protectors...the silent knight.

He shook his head and returned his gaze back to Freki. He was right. If anyone or anything did come back now, he would not stand a chance. And neither would he if he didn't set off soon. His sudden outburst of anger didn't really cause Silvewing to change his expression at all, he merely blinked. Humans liked to have random outbursts like that every now and again. He didn't know why.
"We need to get out of here...now. Either try and run, stay, or fly with me." It was extremely rare a human rode on the back of a Guardian dragon, but Silverwing didn't think Freki would appreciate the moment since he didn't exactly know what he was, but that was okay.

"Think about it carefully. this oppertunity doesn't come around very often, and I can't promise you a safe journey. I don't know how I'm going to land, or even if I can. But if you come with me, you must do exactly what I say when we're in the air. If I say jump, you have to jump there and then, otherwise you'll end up in serious danger. Because right now, I don't think I'll be able to land safely."
Freki didn't seem to have a lot of choice, it was either to stay or run and get murdered, or risk his life riding a Guardian. Silverwing's eyes were now sincere. He didn't like repaying those who portray kindness with a lose-lose situation. But it was all he could do.

Silverwing merely nodded at his apology, as if he didn't have the energy to answer him with words. But Freki's situation could be understood. Afterall, it wasn't everyday you decided how you were going to die. If he died. There was a slight chance he could get out of here alive, and he hoped so. Not purely for Freki's sake, but for the whole of the isle. For if the human got out, he would. And if he did, then Dragons Cove would be able to get the warning it eeded, the warning it deserved...

"Don't worry, I'll land in water." He shifted his weight slightly. "That way it'll be less-" he paused, he didn't want to say painful, "-it'll be easier. And you'd have more of a chance of surviving." He said the last part lightly, trying not to put the information on Freki's shoulder too much that he might get injured in the process as well. But it couldn't be helped.
"And if you don't jump when I tell you to, I'll throw you off." He grumbled after the human had made his speech. It would be almost impossible for him to do that, considering the state he was in. Normally, it would be hard for someone to stay riding a dragon if they tried to shake them off, but undoubtedly Freki would be the last thing on his mind whilest flying.

As the human aproached him, it was Silverwing's natural instincts to growl, but he held it back. Unless it was his rider, allowing anyone else on his back or this close was normally out of the question. But under these circumstances...
He loweered his belly gently to the floor, un-curling his tail so that it was out in a straight line behind him. still, he had no weight on his back hind leg, but he would worry about that later. He just needed Freki to get on him quickly.

Ooc;; Haha okay, I'll try not to be too bad, lawl. XD

Bic;;

He heard Freki's question, but didn't answer striaght away. Instead he arched his neck and turned his head to watch the human clamber up his body. He appreciated that fact that he tried to avoid all of his wounds. But obviously, all of the pain couldn't be stopped. Nevertheless, he didn't show it through his face, instead, he breathed slightly heavier. Hoping to take his mind away from it.
Once Freki was on his back, he slowly raised up from his bent knees and reached his normal height taking into account his injuries. Knowing this was going to hurt, he gritted his teeth. But it was the only way he was going to be able to take off.

Putting both his hind legs onto the floor, he raised his two front paws up from the ground and shifted his body backwards. Half rearing. His tail helped to balance him behind as it shifted sideways along the floor.
Within those same few seconds, he outstretched his wings to full length. it was the first time since he had crashed, and naturally, they were stiff. But not a huge amount of damage had been done to them.
They glistened in the sun-light from the great ball of fire that was casting an orangey-glow over the forest. They shimmered a dazzling blue/silver colour, and they were huge - twice the length of his body.

"Silverwing." He said, finally answering the humans question. Before flapping his great wings and taking off into the sky.

It seemed as though it had been a while since he had flown. But he knew his thoughts were mistaken. Since it had been just the other day. Only that flight wasn't enjoyable, But then again, neither was this one. taking off was an effort, and landing would be double that, ad a lot more painful. Plus, he had to ensure the safety of the human on his back - if he could.
His wings beat against the sky and a sudden gust of air blew against his face, but it didn't alter his smooth flight pattern.
Whilst taking off, he had felt Freki's grip on him tighten, but he didn't expect any less.

He knew he had to get higher in the sky if he wanted to cover more ground quicker, and get out of sight of the forest. So initially, he quickly changed his course and increased his speed. His body become less horizontal, and he let out a sharp groan of pain as he felt Freki's foot dig into one of the cuts on his back due to the sudden change of position.
The change of wind speed also slightly knocked him off balance, causing Silverwing's line to alter. His left wing tilted so he could continue to fly straight. His whole body shifted again and he felt Freki's grip tighten.
A few second later, he finally flattened out in the sky and didn't take a note of how high up they were. Hopefully, soon they would be out of sight of the forest and would find a river to land in.

Silverwing's ear's pricked as he heard Freki's quiet voice battling against the wind. "Somewhere far from here." He called, keeping his eyes transfixed onto the ground below.
The trees eventually started to thin out, until the greenery could no longer be classed as a forest. But still, no river.
The sun had almost disappeared in the sky, and the trees couldn't be classed as green anymore, they seemed to be glowing orange, along with the grass and river...
River...

"Hold on," he muttered, hoping the human could here him. If not, he would get the message anyway when he started to descend into the sky due to his natural reactions. Slowly, his wings came closer to his body and they became more stream-lined as the width became smaller and the tip became larger. Silverwing's horizontal body gradually tilted forwards and his tail straightened out more. Now for the hard bit.
He gave one last great flap of his wings to accelerate himself downwards out of the sky. The wind against them increased and he had to squint his eyes. His head lowered as he began to estimate how far from the water he was.
Seconds ticked by and the numbers in his head shot down at the speed of light - or so it seemed. Until his diagonal body was just above the tree-tops. Now was the time.

"Jump. Jump into the water." His voice was stern, and he waited for a fraction of a second for Freki to move, but he didn't. "Do it." He was more stern now, his words turning into a growl. Still, the human didn't move quick enough. "Now."
But he couldn't concentrate on the human a second longer, otherwise he wouldn't be able to land correctly.
Hoping he had jumped, Silverwing suddenly spread out his wings to full length and the acceleration came to an abrupt slow down. He lifted his front legs and stretched his hind legs down and forwards.
He was now gliding along, with his back legs skimming the water.
He flapped his wings again to slow him down, but he couldn't move his leg in the right way due to his injury. So suddenly, his whole body tipped forwards and he plunged into the depths of the water.