Topic: The Fading Dragon

Sir Matthew Spade

Date: 2010-04-01 07:46 EST
*Matheau lay curled up in his hidden little lair for, as he had for days now. He had not eaten, he had not slept, he took no water, all he did was lay there and stare at the cave entrance. A failure to both his mate and his daughter, missing a wing and a leg, he had neglected himself, and even if he wanted to reverse the process, it was far too late now. He knew he was dying, and he welcomed it. He couldn't move to take care of himself now if he had wanted to, and his considerable bulk was starting to suffocate him.* "The sooner the better......" *Would be rasped in a thick voice not his own and to no one, as he had been alone for what seemed decades* "The sooner death comes to claim me, the better......" *Not that he could see death coming, or anyone for that matter.

Because of his neglect to himself, his eyesight was very nearly gone, and he sighed wistfully, hoping the end would come soon*

Icer1978

Date: 2010-04-01 14:24 EST
It had been so long since she'd seen her son. Matthew had disappeared not long after the loss of his leg and wing.

Ice blue eyes scanned the ground as the dragoness glided upon the air currents. Was there movement below?

No, just a lone stag grazing in the meadow. Her stomach reminded her of it's hunger, though she pushed it to the back of her mind.

Perhaps for her son.., her mind countered, for your son..

Wheeling upon the currents, she dove toward the stag which bolted the moment it saw the dive.

Nostrils flared as she chased the beast through the forest, a wing catching on one of the branches.

A new small tear in the membrane, but the hunt kept her going. Landing, she stalked closer, the stag reared and flashed his horns, but the drive, the hunger.

For your son.., the voice echoed in her mind. She lunged, catching the animal by it's throat, keeping jaws clamped until the stag had no fight left.

Picking up the kill, she slipped back toward the meadow, and her search.

Matthew!, her voice muffled, but the dragon knew not to drop the kill, that something else could easilly take it. Head canted, sensitive ears alert, the chirping birds, the water babbling along the stones, she heard each, though they were not what she had wanted to hear.

Sir Matthew Spade

Date: 2010-04-01 14:29 EST
*He heard his mother's voice, his sight may have been gone, but his hearing wasn't, and he rasped out in as angry a voice as his throat would allow, using a spell to seal off his private chamber of death.* "Leave me alone! Let me die in peace!"

Mischievous_One

Date: 2010-04-02 06:28 EST
Gaia wandered quietly, her intent of where she was going unclear to anyone she saw, and even herself. She missed daddy terribly, and didn't know if she'd get to see him ever again. And ontop of this, Ven was a little on the crazy side now....From when he had gotten lost in the glen. She didn't care that he had lost his wing....or his leg. He was daddy still, and she missed him so.

"Daddy' Where are you...? I miss you terribly." these words were spoken to herself, and probably wouldn't reach any other's ears.

Icer1978

Date: 2010-04-02 09:12 EST
Shock hit the dragon as she heard those words, her son was denying her. The carcass of the stag fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Matthew.., if you don't let me in this instant.., already she was poking, prodding at the seal to the cavern with both her horn and talons.

She was not going to let him go, not yet.

She'd lost so many before, she was not going to give up another.

Talons steadilly scraped the stone, and the seal, trying to break through the makeshift tomb.

Sir Matthew Spade

Date: 2010-04-02 12:37 EST
*A dry, wheezing chuckle could be heard.* "If I don't let you in this instant, you'll........What exactly' You taught me very well of wards, mother, and this one is unbreakable, or damn near it. Perhaps you taught me too well, mother......"

*He lay his head back down on his forepaws, his eyes were getting heavy, and all he wanted to do was sleep........To close his eyes and rest the eternal sleep of death.* "You can poke around as much as you like........But the time is near.......Even if there were a crack for you to slip through......You wouldn't.......make it in time."

Mischievous_One

Date: 2010-04-03 00:59 EST
She paused, when she heard Icer scraping with her talons, and Daddy's voice near by. And she Ran towards the sounds, pratically clinging to her father's voice, no matter what the words he had said. Soon she arrived beside Icer, panting softly. Then she straightened and Stared at the cave's warded entrance quietly, before she spoke.

"Daddy' If you can hear me....Please....Don't die....don't kill yourself. " her lip trembled slightly, before she continued to speak. "I miss you too much, and ...and....I don't care if your are missing limbs or anything. I just want my Daddy back. I want your kind words, and fatherly touches again. I miss that. Please, If not for grandma, why not me, Your daughter?" she said softly.

Sir Matthew Spade

Date: 2010-04-03 11:55 EST
"My daughter......." *His words could barely be heard* "This is not......the way I wanted it to end.....It's not your fault, my dearest daughter." *He lifted his head slowly, finding the strength to do so, turning blind eyes to the entrance, finding strength to use his voice.* "No, it's no ones fault buy my own........I wish I could see you, one last time......But i'm blind, and I dont want you to see me like this.....So pitiful in my final moments. I want you to take care of your mother, my dearest daughter. You have made me so very proud......."

*He sighed once more, the little energy that he had found now exhausted, and his head thumped down. His breathing could audibly be heard slowing down, his heartbeat slowing, and with his fading energy, even his wards started to weaken*

Icer1978

Date: 2010-04-03 23:44 EST
The dragoness paused a moment to glance toward her Grandchild, before continuing her scraping and digging. Even forgetting about the stag carcass she had brought along.

The only thing that mattered was reaching her son. Matthew, momma's coming, hang in there.

How could she save her son? Ice blue eyes closed as she continued chipping away at the warded entrance.

There was a way, there had to be a way. Again her mind spoke to her, there was a chance, slim, but it was a chance. Still ice blue eyes remained shut as she slowly started reciting the spell.

Sir Matthew Spade

Date: 2010-04-04 08:02 EST
*Just as Matthew was breathing his last breath, the spell began to take hold, and he began to shrink at an alarming rate. It wasn't long before he was a hatchling, but he continued to shrink, until he disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The wards on the lair vanished immediately upon his disappearance, and as the smoke cleared, a large emerald colored egg lay where the dying dragon once had. Was the spell his mother used too powerful, or was this some design of the nexus? Only time would tell........*

Icer1978

Date: 2010-04-04 21:42 EST
Nostrils twitched as smoke billowed from the cavern's entrance. Soon as the smoke cleared, she slid inside her son's lair, ice blue gaze drifting over Matthew's once sickbed.

Soon she made her way toward the emerald egg. Carefully, she picked up the delicate object and carried it outside.

A rumble to her Grandchild, stopping only to also collect the remains of the stag

Next stop would be to the lair. Slipping through the waterfall, the dragoness moved down the tunnels,first to drop the stag off in one of the frozen storage rooms.

Next task,the egg was carried tenderly between her jaws, back down another tunnel,until she had come to the nest.

A soft rumble as she lay the emerald egg as carefully as she could into the nest. Soon,she had curled naturally around the egg. Her right wing unfurling,covering the egg to help keep it warm.

Mischievous_One

Date: 2010-04-08 11:25 EST
Her father's words made her sink down to the floor, before she heaved a heavy sigh. "But daddy please....Don't die." her words were soft, begging and desperate....Then, hre grandma was whispering a spell" She paused a moment, before she frowned. Then watched as she moved into the cave, and came back out carrying the egg and the stag.

She frowned a little, before she scrambled to her feet and followed grandma to the lair. "Grandma....Where's daddy?" she asked softly.

Icer1978

Date: 2010-04-08 23:13 EST
Your father is right here, nudging the egg lightly with her snout, a bit of a smile to her Granddaughter, unfurling her other wing, should the young one need her.