Samala's eyes shot open. The ground vibrated perhaps it was just the cart. No, the cart had stopped moving. The dragoness could hear the two men who had stabbed her chatting outside, smacking their lips. They must be having a lunch break... Samala thought, and stuggled to prop herself up. CLUNK! Her body was pulled down, and an uproar of laughter came from outside. Great, a chain. Just great. The wound on her chest was covered with a thick, blob of dried blood, yet it weakened her still. Her heart was pumping slower than usual.
The men stopped chatting and mounted the cart, she knew because Samal could feel the vehicle move as they got on. A whip lashed, and a horse neighed. They started to move.
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The cart had been travelling for hours on end, with the occational break for food or rest. It had been five days since her capture, and Kurith and Kithea must be far away. Her chest ached, and she reached for her shoulder to pull out some herbs from her pack. Then she noticed. Her stachel was gone! Great. Those stupid humans must have taken it. She just sighed.
The terrain changed, and the cart bounched up and down more frequently. The sound of laughter and shouting surrounded her, and the stench of unwashed bodies caused her to gag. Samala poked her head out of the canvas blanket covering her "cell" and saw clumps of houses bunched together. There wre fields nearby, and Samala recognised the place as a village. She must be very far away from her friends. She hoped they weren't searching for her. "Get outta the way hag!" the man who stabbed her sneered, and the shouts of a frightened woman came from the front of the carrage.
A human child scampered by, a dog at his heels. He noticed Samala, and pointed a long grubby finger coated in dirt. THe boy was young, around 6 or so, with torn pants and a brown shirt that might have been white once. The tyke called to his friends, and five other boys ran over. The cart stopped, and the drivers went into a tavern, probally for beer.
One of the boys extended a figer, and placed it's dirty hand on Samala's nose. The dragoness snorted, and the child laughed triumphantly, showing off to his buddies. His eyes smarkled, and Samala smiled. A woman spotted the young pranksters, and shouted something. The boys retreated relucatantly to their mother, and one waved a chubby finger. Not all humans are bad Samala thought, and her tounge flicked in and out. The boy chortled with glee, and stuck out his own tounge.
Samala heard a grunt, and one of the men who had trapped her in the stuffy carriage emerged from the pub and staggered towards her awkwardly. He was drunk. Very drunk. He zipped the tarp closed, and the carriage started to move. The sound of laughter subsided.
I need something for Kurmii to do ;-;))
Oh and I made up some more dragon types c:
Canyon
Mystery (shape shifters and color changers)
Intelligenis (Smarter dragons with larger brains. They devote their lives to sience, healing, or philosophy. Like Samala ^^)
