| .:: The Hunt For Tor ::. |
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It wasn't very often that she had to go looking for him. In fact, should she get separated from her dragon mount (rare though it might be) it was usually Tor that came looking for her. This time, however, there was just no sign of the great Silver Dragon after the last of the battle had cooled down. Rune walked the scorched, frozen, and eaten away ground while the blood was still fresh and the cries of the wounded could still be heard in one's ears, looking for her Silver. The life of a Dragaon guardsman in Caraan was often a lonely one. Outcasts, respected for the control and abilities they had when teamed up with their Silver, Dragonriders of Caraan were still feared for the great beasts they chose to associate themselves with. The result : Exiles, but not. Outcasts, not fitting within the society of the snowy, bitter cold Caraan, and yet bound to the republic by honour, loyalty, choice and proffession. They walk the outside circle of their society, alone except for the great beasts who allow them to Ride. And a Rider is bound to their Silver for life. A special, strong bond exists between beast and human, it runs deep. The Rider often lives on the edge of Caraan's borders in the mountains, within the beast's domain, or else within very close proximity, where Dragon and Rider are within easy reach of one another at all times. That day she spent nearly half of the day and into twilight looking for him. The pendant she wore about her neck did not respond to her searches, the skies were empty save the few Riders and their mounts that were beginning their journey home. She stepped around the tailtip of a fallen Lizarian and in a fit of anger plunged the sword she carried through the tail. It separated with a sharp crackling of ice as it froze the limb on contact. He was not here, he was not among the ruins of the Lizarian city, he was not in the sky. Where was he ? And how could one possibly not see a 24 foot tall Silver ? Her eyes continued scanning her surroundings as her boots carried her across the wasted battlefield, towards the ruins of what appeared to be one of the Lizarian temples. Lizarians were tough beasts to battle, possessing traits of both humankind and dragonkind both, and always there were casualties - human and Dragon alike. She feared her Silver might be one of them. When she found him, she realized that he almost had been. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vic2 : Daz "Rune" Skin Tex : Mine (RMP & 3DC MP) SUDI Armour : R'osity FS Sky : RDNA Skydome, Traveler's Textures Ground : Tor, Kirisute Deathbringer Sword (ice effect) : Kirisute Hair : Kozaburo Hair Tex : Kozaburo's altered by me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ |