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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
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Post by Seren on Aug 30, 2013 19:18:09 GMT -5
Jenna was ignoring Soren all the way up to the point at the grinding noise on the boat, that shook Jenna out of her focus and the storm around them got closer once more and continued to rage on. "Damnit!" Jenna let out a series of other curses, each one sounding more ancient then the next. She hesitated for a moment though when Soren practically commanded her to grab a kit. Her hesitation was mostly her resisting the urge to insult him for some reason or the other. It was when she grabbed the kit though that she started hollering at him, "Seem's like your boat isn't as great as I thought it was!" she hollered at him seeming to have some sense of dry-humor toning up her comment.
She wasn't too aware of the creature that was destroying the boat (at least what is was), but after what seemed like a torturous trip of being useless and having her plans crashed by the said monster - she was definitely feeling like she had quite a bit of excess energy. It was when the boat seemed to take on more and more water that Jenna quickly cut herself loose from the life-line she had made for herself - her wings fluttering as if she were prepared to take flight at any moment to brave the storm despite her disdain for the weather. At the point it was either the decision to drown in the sea or drown in the sky. "What's your plan now? Turn into a dragon and swim to safety? I bet you'd sink like a rock," she hollered some more at him being a lot more careful as well that her wings did not catch anymore unnecessary wing.
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Post by Tempest on Sept 7, 2013 20:41:08 GMT -5
Soren couldn't hear much of Jenna's taunts seeing as he was underwater. The sea-monster wrapped around him, squeezing air from his lungs. He resorted to turning into a dragon only because he couldn't do what he wanted to do in a human form; the knife he pulled broke upon contact with the other creature's scales.
The water around him was displaced upwards when he shifted. The mere act of shifting broke the creature's hold on him. A moment later, Soren spat fire at the monster, effectively boiling it alive. It floated to the surface, and he followed shortly after. The thing was long and sinuous with a gaping maw like a gulper eel. Where Soren was blue, it was a murky brown-black with a pale brownish-yellow belly.
He paddled around the sinking boat in a leisurely fashion. Abruptly, he jerked his head towards his back, where he obligingly folded the spines down to make a more convenient place for her to sit. To fly through the storm would be difficult for her and they sure weren't going to do any more sailing on the Freyr.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
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Post by Seren on Sept 11, 2013 17:43:17 GMT -5
When Soren was taken by the sea monster, Jenna didn't have much too much time to aid her companion - instead the woman was too distracted by the water getting higher on her body. Before she knew it the water was up to her waist and Jenna was stretching her wings as high as she could so they would be in the water. Looking around the sinking boat, Jenna quickly went for the mast and started to climb it - giving herself a boost of air at points where she couldn't get a good grip on.
Luckily she was out of the water at the time when Soren blew fire at the sea monster. By the time he swam over to her though - the mast was all the way in the water and Jenna was struggling to swim. The issue was mainly with her wings because they were flailing a lot more then her whole body was. With even more luck though, Soren happened to be close enough to where it only took her a few minutes to finally put her hands on the side of his dragon body. This didn't help too much though with the combination of scales and sea water, Jenna was still having an issue with figuring out how to get on his back until she managed to hold onto a groove in his front leg.
Quite sloppily she managed to climb up his front leg and collapse in the area where he had given her the capability too. Only a few minutes passed and Jenna sat up for a moment, digging her fingers into Soren's back for a grip - but the action ultimately doing almost nothing of course because of well... scales. "Why would a human ever want this?" Jenna said out-loud - all though the wind did a decent job of hiding most of what she had said. As she sat there on his back - a thought occurred to her and she smiled as if almost relishing a memory she had.
"I never had a taste for vikings, they never seemed that interested in the arts to me." She said to him loudly - unsure as to how good his dragon hearing actually was. "I will admit that their talent with boats was quite astonishing, although warfare always seemed to be more of their niche - at least in my opinion." The storm seemed to calm down a little bit - which made it so Jenna didn't have to yell as much. "My sisters and I would only meddle with humans that caught our fancy, the Greeks even compared us to the Muses sometimes." Jenna sounded vain for a moment, but then her tone changed. "If you were born a dragon, and not a human - which form would you prefer more I wonder?" She thought for a moment - knowing that the only response Soren could offer her was body language. "Although I appear human, I was not born this way and I was never meant to be this way. I am the clouds in the sky, the wind in your hair..."
A sudden bolt of lightening in the distance caused Jenna to jump out of her state and instead suddenly look angry, "Your kind on the other hand - humans turned at least seemed to have absolutely zero appreciation for my sisters who carry you lumbering fools! I cannot count how many times a fresh young ANYTHING has flown so high into sky as to run into my sisters and I and gravely injure them!" Her stunning ability to recount these details obviously alluded to the fact that she was capable of remembering every now and then. As well, in response to her sudden angry speaking Jenna had slammed her fists against his back.
Feeling so water logged though, Jenna laid her head down on his back. "No matter, I do not fear you and what you can do. Even if you were to burn me alive at this very moment, I would not scream. The knowledge of death meaning that I would be the wind once more." Her voice looked forlorn at that moment, and her words were so quiet that it would be quite the feat to have head them in the first place.
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Post by Tempest on Sept 23, 2013 22:22:34 GMT -5
The dragon was oddly patient as she made her efforts to get onto his back. In truth, he was watching the dead creature. He leaned over to nudge it as she made her comment about vikings. He was a more rational creature than Nikolai was in his human form, but language held too much nuance and she was speaking a relatively young tongue.
He did sort of understand the gist of what she said and he turned his head around to give her a stern (at least what passes for stern) look. He began to swim in what he was sure was the direction of the closest landfall. In this storm, what with the sudden attack, there was no telling where they had actually wound up.
The storm had died down slightly, but the waves continued to be rough and choppy. His size allowed him to navigate them with little event, but the work was sometimes difficult and the day already felt too long. A deep rumble from the core of his being was his only answer to her monologue. Speech was not something he had attained as a dragon yet, though he was further along than Aodhan, having spent more time in his other form. At least he knew the difference between food and not-food.
The last part had been lost on him and he lacked the vocal capacity to inquire after it. He did, however, turn around again and nudge her leg with the tip of his nose, since her tone was kind of sad. That being done, he went back to the business of getting them out of the water. It was shortly after that he spotted a beach. It was a little sandy crescent backed by dunes and an ominous stretch of dark forest.
He picked up the pace at the sight, but something about the remote location bothered him.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
Thunder Goddess
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Post by Seren on Sept 28, 2013 13:08:12 GMT -5
Jenna seemed a little amused at Soren's stern face in his dragon form, and when he tapped his nose against her at another instance of her talking - Jenna felt strangely better despite how small the action was. When it seemed as if they were getting close to land though, Jenna looked up and spotted the area - not really thinking anything bad about what they were swimming up on. Jenna had never really been the cautious type, and when it came to bad situations through her life it always seemed as if she could easily get out of them - for this reason the woman tried her hardest to remain ignorant to shady things. It wasn't as if she didn't know how to look out for trouble, it was just that she chose to never really look.
"Giddy up, dragon," she said to Soren - tapping his side with her leg lightly as if she was on a horse. She knew the action wouldn't really effect him physically but it was amusing nonetheless. Distracted for a moment by one of the scales on his back near her, Jenna touched the small area - admiring for a moment and feeling a lot better about the physical contact while he was in his dragon form as opposed to being in his human form. It seemed less personal to her, and she liked it that way.
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Post by Tempest on Sept 28, 2013 21:12:12 GMT -5
Soren let out a snort of derision; he was not to be ordered about. If the circumstances were any different, he would have dove below the surface suddenly to teach the woman a lesson. However, this was different and he wanted to get to land before any more problems could be tossed their way. His scales were in no way very sensitive, so the touch on his back didn't even register.
His feet hit sand, his claws digging in and his weight making him sink down somewhat. He still managed to move faster. The downside was that this new movement involved more bounding and splashing than his swimming had. He collapsed into the dryer sand (it was still damp due to the recent storm, but there was a layer of dry sand just below the surface). It might have been the Shift so soon after his previous one, but he could feel his dragon form slipping away.
The sense of danger was still present, though, and his form moved back and forth between the intermediate stages between human and dragon several times as he tried to stay alert and ready. This was painful- scales bursting forth and retreating and his body altering its proportions. Finally, the stress was too much and he went back to being his human self. He breathed heavily, trying to sift through all of the electrical impulses coursing through his nervous system. There were times when the Shift created severe disconnects with his senses and the way he controlled his body- spend too much time as a dragon and he sometimes had difficulty remembering how to walk and talk correctly.
As a result his warning to Jenna was a garbled mess of old languages as he looked up and saw the thing that lumbered over the top of the nearest dune.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
Thunder Goddess
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Post by Seren on Sept 28, 2013 22:06:08 GMT -5
As soon as they were on land, Jenna's wings stretched out and she flew off of Soren and landed feet first on the ground. She watched him curiously for a moment, his shift seeming almost a little gruesome in her eyes. It was when Soren seemed to speak nonsense that Jenna caught some of the words enough to look over to the nearest dune and see a grotesquely large cat. Jenna could figure out quickly that it looked like some sort of mountain cat - despite it's extreme size.
Jenna looked back to Soren and saw that he was in no state to defend against this creature, feeling only a little nervous at this thought - she turned her attention back to the cat barreling toward her. Seeing that she was standing in front of Soren - Jenna quickly moved hoping that the large monstrous cat would follow. Luckily, the thing did and as it ran at her - Jenna stepped to the side easily dodging it. She did this several times until the cat got so frustrated that it decided to turn it's attention to Soren.
At this Jenna panicked for a moment and immediately regretted her next action as she did it. Letting out a force of air from her hand, the air whipped the cat in the behind and caused it to turn around and growl at Jenna. The woman quickly hid her hesitation with a smirk and made a come hither motion with her fingers at the large cat. The said cat leaped, and Jenna shot into the air - pushing a force of air into the side of cat causing it to roll onto its back.
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Post by Tempest on Oct 4, 2013 17:56:58 GMT -5
Soren was well-aware that he was as fragile as a kitten at this point. There were things that preternatural healing abilities would not pull him back from and being eaten by supernatural cat-creatures was one of them. It didn't stop him from trying to get to his feet in the face of the threat- being protected by a woman (this one in particular) was not his definition of a good time.
He fell to his knees just as the cat came at him and he braced himself to join his kin in the afterlife. Fortunately, Jenna was there to lead the monster away. This gave Soren enough time to get back to his feet. His internal dragon feebly tried to re-emerge, but there was no more left in his reserves. A thin trickle of smoke emerged from his nostrils and he started to sweat in his effort to stay on his feet.
It was one of the most frustrating experiences of his entire existence. The woman held her own, but the parts of him that dominated his personality- the overwhelming masculine force that dictated most of his actions- hated that he now had to rely on her for his own well-being.
The cat was up again in a flash and it radiated fury- it had been expecting an easy kill and the woman was pissing it off. It dug into the sand and hurled itself at Jenna, its front paws outstretched as though it were going to give her a bear hug. Soren worried- was this the only trick it had? Brute force? In addition, he wondered what it had been feeding on to have survived on the island. Something that large would need large prey.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
Thunder Goddess
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Post by Seren on Oct 4, 2013 18:38:23 GMT -5
Jenna had been doing a decent job of defending herself and Soren against the monstrous cat, all the way up to the point where she briefly looked at Soren instead of her foe and suffered greatly for it. Only managing to see the cat in time to briefly move, it's teeth ended up connecting with Jenna's left arm and shoulder - which made her howl out in pain. As it locked down on her, Jenna stumbled for a moment - suddenly feeling a strange heat rushing through her head and the shock of sharp canines breaking through skin and muscle. The pain though gave her enough clarity for the time being, and a bubble of wind suddenly started to form around Jenna - the force of it being quite enough to get the cat off of her. Within the next moments, Jenna sent a kick of air into the cats side (the impact looking like it was Jenna's physical strength and not her power if one wasn't looking close enough) and the cat flew right past Soren and into a tree near them - it's spine connecting with the hard wood causing it quick death.
Collapsing to her knees, Jenna's arm hung uselessly at her side and her wings hugged close to her as if to protect her from anymore threats. Jenna paid no attention to her companion though, as she realized what was happening to her body. Even through what seemed like a jumbled haze - the small bit of logic she still held on to was able to recognize that the animal had injected some sort of... something into her system. Panic didn't overwhelm her as quickly as it should have, and instead she looked up to see Soren. In that instance though something else completely overwhelmed the woman, the sensation causing a tingle through her spine along with other unmentionable parts.
Color rose into the woman's cheeks, and despite the fact that the left side of her shirt was heavily soaked in blood - her face appeared to be significantly more attractive with the amount of what seemed like true emotion being expressed in her eyes. Of course, through her haze of vision Jenna couldn't see the strange chemicals being emitted from the body of the monstrous cat as it's finally seconds of life drifted away from it.
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Post by Tempest on Oct 7, 2013 20:26:55 GMT -5
Soren stumbled forward when the creature bit Jenna, a cry of warning caught in his throat. There was nothing he could do, though, and the woman took care of the problem once and for all. He was on the verge of collapse, but he wanted to check on the beast and on his companion. Even as infuriating as she could be, he didn't feel that it merited her injury.
In the end, he had to remain where he was or risk falling over. Only concern (which he was not acknowledging to himself) kept him on his feet. He muddled through the languages crowding his brain and managed to raspily call over, "All well? Wounds?" Aside from the blood, Jenna seemed the very picture of health. She practically glowed. Under normal circumstances, Soren might have thought this odd in light of what had just happened.
Soren, meanwhile, had paled slightly. He did run hot, but water still clung to his form and he was rapidly feeling a bit chilled. Soren watched her closely, but his eyes started to glaze over as he swayed a little on weak knees.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
Thunder Goddess
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Post by Seren on Oct 8, 2013 15:12:49 GMT -5
Jenna stared at him wordlessly as Soren spoke to her, her eyes seeming to examine the entirety of his body - taking in every single inch of him. Standing up carefully, Jenna felt weak on her feet. Her left arm continued to hang uselessly by her side, the sylph feeling like she could collapse at any moment once more - yet something was causing her to feel invigorated at the same time. Was he exciting her? Jenna couldn't figure it out, her focus felt so much more out of it then it usually was.
"My... my arm, it's hard to move," there was hesitation in her face and voice - as if saying these things would cause this sensation she was feeling through her whole body to disappear. For some reason though, Jenna felt it impossible to verbally express the thought that the animal might have injected her through his teeth with something. She would open her mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, she found herself walking over closer and closer to Soren - her wings seeming to extend toward him in some need envelop him in them. Looking even more confused at this, Jenna tried a variation of languages in trying to portray to him what had happened. Each one came up null and void as she seemed to be only rambling, it was only clear when Jenna started to speak Old Norse - a language she suddenly remembered that might be more familiar to him then the others. "I think it... I feel this strange influence..." despite being able to clearly say what she wanted now in the old language - her hesitation now lied in the fact that she couldn't even figure out what this was.
Feeling an even stranger urge, Jenna reached forward with her right hand to lightly hold the side of Soren's face. Her thumb stroked the upper part of his cheek bone, the action seeming surprisingly sweet and sentimental. "What is this human feeling?" Jenna then asked him - speaking still in Old Norse. As Jenna continued with her touching, her hand lowered so that her thumb ended up stroking his lips - and in that instance she felt a strange spark through her being that caused her eyes to widen in shock.
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Post by Tempest on Oct 8, 2013 21:18:28 GMT -5
Soren's mouth moved with hers as he listened to her reply- a silent attempt to translate what she'd said. A moment later, he nodded, his face grim. "I... will look," he offered, taking a half-step forward. He hesitated when he noticed that she was trying to verbalize something. Languages seemed to be coming to her with as much difficulty as they were for him. The were-dragon flinched when her wings moved to his peripheral vision- he hadn't spotted their movement before in the mental haze.
Soren blinked when she moved to a language he could better understand. Yet, what she was saying didn't make any sense. He tilted his head and caught a vague scent of something... off. He didn't get a chance to think too hard on this- Jenna's hand was on his cheek and a number of surprising and new sensations were flooding his nervous system.
Any semblance of control was lost shortly after her thumb touched his mouth. A strange energy overtook him, but it was not enough to keep him well balanced. He stumbled closer to Jenna, his left arm slipping past hers to touch the back of her head.
Everything in him required that he take action.
It was rushed, heated, and altogether wild. Nothing like the kisses he'd shared with the women of his past. The fires of his inner dragon roared upwards and outwards. Around them arose a column of wind and bright blue flame and the sand beneath their feet turned to glass.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
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Post by Seren on Oct 8, 2013 22:23:01 GMT -5
Jenna felt the fire as soon as his lips touched hers, the overflow of it feeling as if she could quite literally catch fire at any moment. The wind around them grew more and more in combination the fire and Jenna felt as if she was soaring so high in the sky once more like when she was in her true form. The fire that traveled through out her though, she somehow managed to control with her winds - and it grew larger and larger until Jenna could hear herself groaning from the pleasure. Becoming completely unaware of anything else around her except for Soren, Jenna leaned into him as if she were begging for more.
The moment passed though and even though Jenna felt like her whole being was soaring, the feeling of pain in her arm and the sensation of her wings wrapping against the both of them caused her eyes to open wide and to push herself away from him with her good arm. "We can't," she stuttered out suddenly - looking even more flustered then before.
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Post by Tempest on Oct 9, 2013 21:46:25 GMT -5
She pushed him away. After all that, she pushed him away.
When the kiss ended, his hair and skin were dry and free from the sand that had previously clung to him, though the drying process had left a film of salt behind.
Luckily for her, he was having trouble comprehending what had just happened. His mouth opened and closed as he silently mouthed questions not necessarily directed at Jenna, but most certainly concerning her. Confusion blossomed in his vivid blue eyes the moment before he fell backwards. His head hit the once-sand, now-glass (inexplicably cooled to the point where it was solid once more) with a sharp crack and he was out for the count.
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