THe OOC stuff has been moved to the OOC thread))
The twoleggeds emerged from the trees yelling and shouting, holding long sticks with sharp ends (spears). A few of them were holding whips. The greyish-green dragon looked at her uncertainly, and Kurmii nudged the unconcious dragon on his back. She realised she didn't even know Her name. She might die, and Kurmii didn't even know who she was. And she couldn't help either. /How cruel twoleggeds can be.../ Kurmii thought, and felt pricked her ears.
She felt a sharp, painful, stinging sensation in her right shoulder, and something wrapped around her neck. It tugged sharply on her body, it's rough texture digging into her soft feathered flesh. She shrieked and writhed around on the ground, struggling to breathe. She tried moving her head, and saw a muscular male twolegged tugging on a rope - a word she had learned.
/I have to do something. I have to help the others.... BUt what can I do? I'm just a scrawny 6 (13 as a human) year old dragon./ she thought miserably, and her heart thumped against her ribcage. She saw the green dragon (Laysa) tumble off of the male dragon's back, and she winced at the scars. A horrifying thought struck her. /Oh Jeeze. Those scars are from a whip! What if that happens to me?!?/
Panicked and helpless, Kurmii struggled to free herself of the rope around her neck. She saw another twolegged hurry over out of the corner of her eye, and she slashed her arm at it, striking it's chest with her long claws. It made a bloodcurdling scream, and a crimson substance flowed out of the wounds. The one holding her the rope around her neck seemed to forget everything, and ran over to the other one. THe twolegged she had hit lay motionless on the ground, bleeding firociously. Kurmii stared at her bloodied claws in dismay, and sweat poured down her cheeks. /What if it was dead? What if it was her fault?/ She was about to go and check when something lashed against her arm, followed by more pain.
A fourth of the twoleggeds that had first come charged at her, all carrying whips - except one who was carrything the pointy stick. The whips hurt, but the stick could kill. Even a brainless slug would know from looking at it.
Alarmed, Kurmii shrieked. She forgot about the other dragons. She forgot about the bleeding twolegged. Nothing more existed other than her, the whips, and the deadly pole. The stick bearer ran towards her screaming, the sharp end pointed towards her heart. She had to do something. Fast.
/Ok, think think think! What can I do? What is my power? Thats it! My power!" she thought, but had no time to rejoice. "You can do this Kurmii, look deep inside yourself," she whispered, and her eyes remained focused on the pole. Nothing else existed everything else was blurry. Except the stick. The whips hitting her skin seemed to fade. Yet the pole got closer.
The twolegged holding the pole was not a few dragon-lengths away, and she had to act fast. /Harness the energy. Do it now! But I can't.... I need my wings But I have to! At least I have to try!/ she thought, and screeched. "Here goes nothing!" she roared, and pushed herself up on her hind legs. Pushing and clawing with all her might, the straps on her back tore, and her wings unfolded. She spread them out, and the sun's energy was immediatly drawn to it. She waited for a moment, and clapped her wings together at lightning speed.
A huge boom was emited, and some of the twoleggeds toppled over like pebbles during a quake. She was pleased, but to tired to feel it. THe simple move had drained her energy - and she collapsed to the ground panting. And that was the last thing she could remember before blacking out.
