DergTheDergon
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Awakening once again in a dark, dank cavern, Xavier slowly sat up and stretched him human form. He had been remaining in this form for some time; this way, it was a lot easier to hide (much smaller body) and as long as he wore a hood and kept his head down, few, if any, would likely recognize him for the Dragon he was. However, those trained to spot a Dragon, namely the Knights who hunted his kind, could still spot his horns straining the fabric of the hood he wore, and by one glimpse of his face, most would know immediately what he was.
Sighing, he lit the fire with a small puff of his white-hot flame breath as per usual and began cooking a breakfast of the deer he'd hunted the other night, in doing so making use of his dragon form for the first time in a while out of desperation. It was risky flying around in these parts, but he'd been starving. Hiding out in the wilds had left him malnourished. To eat a Dragon's share of meat from the smaller animals he was far more likely to find on foot was nearly impossible, and he felt rather weak this morning. He was rather certain that he wouldn't be able to fend off any knights that had found him, so he flew about the nearby forests in search of larger game with which to replenish himself. He barely had the energy to find shelter and drag teh animal there. This cave was rather uncomfortably close to human civilization, as he saw a small cottage of sorts near the cave before he found it, and he knew a larger community of humans was nearby. He had planned to depart right after eating his meal, wanting nothing to do with mankind and certainly not do anything that would bring the attention of Knights to him. Unfortunately, little did he know, his little deer hunt the night before had been quite enough to do so. One sighting is all a Dragon ever needs to be hunted in these parts, his father had taught him.
Just as he was taking the first bite of the roast deer he'd cooked, he heard the tell-tale clanking of armor and clopping of horse hooves outside the cavern, growing ever closer. Cursing under his breath in Draconic, he took a deep breath. He didn't have the energy to transform and use his Dragonic body right now, which would be the best defense, and so he found himself unsheathing the worn, but well-honed longsword he always kept by his side, and with a slow deep breath sneaking his way out to confirm if, indeed, knights were at his doorstep. Because of his groggy and weak state, he was spotted soon after he confirmed his fears and began to try and sneak off into the forest away from them.
'You there!" One knight commanded. "Show yourself!" Knowing that showing his face would mean being attacked, he decided to make a break for it. In his current half-starved and thirsty condition, however, he wasn't capable of outrunning horse-bound knights, even on this uneven terrain. It wasn't long before he found himself surrounded and disarmed by a well-placed sword-blow to his arm. One of the knights caught a glimpse of his horns and facial scales beneath his hood. "A filthy Dragon trying to outrun us, eh?" Said one. "This one ain't trying to transform. Why d'you think that is?" Said another. "He looks pale and sickly... we're lucky this time. We can put him down before he can cause us or anyone much trouble."
They dismounted their horses and brandished thier weapons, Xavier taking up his sword in his off-hand and standing up. One lunged at him with his own sword, and he parried the blow. Even though no life-threatening wounds had been dealt to him yet, with having to use his other arm to fight combined with his current state, he was rather certain he was a goner, and began to panic as the knights circled him, weapons drawn.
The clearing that he'd been caught in was close to that quaint little house he'd seen before. Little did he know, choosing shelter near this place was about to be the differnece between life and death for him.
Vikki_Rose
Sighing, he lit the fire with a small puff of his white-hot flame breath as per usual and began cooking a breakfast of the deer he'd hunted the other night, in doing so making use of his dragon form for the first time in a while out of desperation. It was risky flying around in these parts, but he'd been starving. Hiding out in the wilds had left him malnourished. To eat a Dragon's share of meat from the smaller animals he was far more likely to find on foot was nearly impossible, and he felt rather weak this morning. He was rather certain that he wouldn't be able to fend off any knights that had found him, so he flew about the nearby forests in search of larger game with which to replenish himself. He barely had the energy to find shelter and drag teh animal there. This cave was rather uncomfortably close to human civilization, as he saw a small cottage of sorts near the cave before he found it, and he knew a larger community of humans was nearby. He had planned to depart right after eating his meal, wanting nothing to do with mankind and certainly not do anything that would bring the attention of Knights to him. Unfortunately, little did he know, his little deer hunt the night before had been quite enough to do so. One sighting is all a Dragon ever needs to be hunted in these parts, his father had taught him.
Just as he was taking the first bite of the roast deer he'd cooked, he heard the tell-tale clanking of armor and clopping of horse hooves outside the cavern, growing ever closer. Cursing under his breath in Draconic, he took a deep breath. He didn't have the energy to transform and use his Dragonic body right now, which would be the best defense, and so he found himself unsheathing the worn, but well-honed longsword he always kept by his side, and with a slow deep breath sneaking his way out to confirm if, indeed, knights were at his doorstep. Because of his groggy and weak state, he was spotted soon after he confirmed his fears and began to try and sneak off into the forest away from them.
'You there!" One knight commanded. "Show yourself!" Knowing that showing his face would mean being attacked, he decided to make a break for it. In his current half-starved and thirsty condition, however, he wasn't capable of outrunning horse-bound knights, even on this uneven terrain. It wasn't long before he found himself surrounded and disarmed by a well-placed sword-blow to his arm. One of the knights caught a glimpse of his horns and facial scales beneath his hood. "A filthy Dragon trying to outrun us, eh?" Said one. "This one ain't trying to transform. Why d'you think that is?" Said another. "He looks pale and sickly... we're lucky this time. We can put him down before he can cause us or anyone much trouble."
They dismounted their horses and brandished thier weapons, Xavier taking up his sword in his off-hand and standing up. One lunged at him with his own sword, and he parried the blow. Even though no life-threatening wounds had been dealt to him yet, with having to use his other arm to fight combined with his current state, he was rather certain he was a goner, and began to panic as the knights circled him, weapons drawn.
The clearing that he'd been caught in was close to that quaint little house he'd seen before. Little did he know, choosing shelter near this place was about to be the differnece between life and death for him.
Vikki_Rose