~Dragons of Kirth~ [Literate and Semi-Real[Put on Hold~]

[Kittycatty]

Sorry, school is mean ?_?))

The wagon rolled to a stop, and shouts came from outside. "Open that darn door! We have a livin' drag here!" a man hollered, and Samala recognised his voice. THe man with the knife. The sound of metal creaking followed, and the cart moved forward. The bumpy gravel they had been driving on smoothed, and they hit asfault. The tarp was torn open, and the level of light suprised the dragoness. She had not realised it was so early in the morning. Light doesn't come through a tarp that well, now does it?

A man threw a rope on Samala's neck, and dragged her, hissing and growling, out of the cart. Samala flopped onto the ground, the chains still pulling on her legs. They men pressed a small, stick like object into a hole at the end of the chain and it made a clicking noise, before growing limp and releasing Samala.

More men with ropes were coming. She had to act fast. The lightning dragon hissed, and unfolded its wings. SNAP! A whip. Again. Her body was pulled down, and something smacked her head. She drifted into peaceful darkness.

Clunk. Clunk. "WAkE UP YA STUPID BEAST!" A voice growled, and Samala's eyes shot open. "Wha?" she asked, and shook her head. She was in a cage. superb.. she thought sarcastically. Although the cage was a primitive structure, it was strong. She had been brought into a large, airy room, with a red carpet and a burning fireplace. It looked like a giant house.

"Greetings dragon," A voice echoed, and a man emerged from the shadows in a corner. "Oh, what a lovely entrance dear dork," Samala sneered, and the man chuckled. He was tall, lean, and had neatly combed brown hair. His clothes were exorbitant - leather shorts with an intricatly embroidered vest.
                                                                                                               "Welcome to the Main Camp,"

;-; too tired to color today))

[Dragonite]

Magno quickly hid in the bushes."Bailey!Are you nuts?! They are gonna capture you!Come here!", said the knucker, pointing to the bush, where they were hiding.

[Kittycatty]

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG   Sorry for inactiveness!!! Jeeze, you were right Twizz. SCHOOL IS MEAN. XD lol, I'm gonna read your posts and type something ))

Tic, toc, tic, toc. DING DING DING!!!! 4:00pm. Although the dragoness did not posses a clock, and the primitive one in her cage was nonfunctional, the giant grandfather clock from upstairs could be heard. After the um... "conversation" or, argument at that matter, was over, some gaurds had transported her to the catacombs below. The catacombs had tall, while walls with lime green lines, quite a modern kind of mood. Block-like cages were embedded in the walls, each one with some sort of magical creature; mostly dragons. Except one creature had mystified her.

She had spied it - or him, she considered it male - a few days after she had arrived. The creature was similar to a human, and at first Samala had thought it was one of them. Thats when she noticed it's ears. Its very long, and pointy, ears. They shot upward, almost like deer ears, with small, lynx-like tufts at the tips. The boy had suprisingly long light blond hair, with a few braids tied together by vines. He wore simple clothes; a ragged, green piece of cloth that vaguely resembled a shirt, with muddied brown shorts made from animal skin. He was barefoot.

He sat now in his cell, picking at a broken lock laying on the floor in his cell. It must have fallen from another cage, for the lock on his own cell wasn't old and rusted like the one he was working on. Perhaps he was preparing to escape. The pointy eared creature eyed the lock, and lifted it up and down slowly as if he was summing it up. He jammed his long, nimble fingers into a small key hole, and made a small, clicking noise. THe rusted hook at the top of the lock clicked too, and shot upward. He had opened it. Samala was intrigued by it.

The boy tossed the lock to the corner of his cell, and started to fiddle with another one. Samala wished she could talk to him. He seemed like a sensible perso- creature , and maybe he could acompany her on her journey away from this place. If only his cage was closer.

The boy sat in a bronze cage, the kind used to contain birds. The cage hung on a long, metal chain that was hinged onto the roof high up above. Samala's cage was at a 70 degree angle or so, a few meters below him. He would see her if he looked down, andthe dragoness knew the creature knew of her presence. She had been resting the other day when she saw it's eyes glistening between the bars, watching her with fastination. She wondered if he had ever seen a dragon before, alas, Samala was a very peculiar dragon, so she wasn't suprised.

                                                                                    ~o~O~o~

6:00pm. Feeding time. Men flooded into the corridor, holding vast platters of exotic fruits, meats, and other delicacies. Samala's mouth watered. She heard a clink, and saw a small rusty lock plumet towards the floor. It smacked a man's head, and she heard a chuckled from above. She looked up, and saw the boy snickering. His head poked out of the cell, and he was lowering a frail thread from his cage. She wondered he had had gotten it. Then she noticed - it was the vines from his hair. The boy's braid was tangled, and tufts of hair were missing. Her question was answered.

The boy tugged sharply on the "rope" and pulled up a small, red object. An apple. Someone hollared from below, and the boy just snickered. He yanged on the string once more, and grabbed his prize. Samala looked enviously at the ripe fruit in the boy's palms, and watched as he bit into it. Crunch! THe apple's thin skin broke, and the creature sunk his teeth into it's tender, crispy flesh. The men below had left, probally crawled off to their eating room, where they would be gorging themselves with artery-clogging delights.

As if sensing Samala's eyes apon him, the boy looked down, and grinned at the dragoness. Samala smiled, and the boy bit into the apple. Her broke half of it, and tossed it down to her. She just hoped it would land in the right spot. And to her suprise, it did. The boy smiled, and countinued munching on his own piece of fruit.

Samala scooped up the slice tenderdly, and chewed on it slowly, smacking her lips afterwards, trying to hold on to the taste. She had aways eaten apples, but never had one tasted this good. Probally because she was hungry. No, not hungry. She had been hungry before, a slight pain in her abdomen as her stomach commented on lunch. Starving, thats the right word she decided.

The boy peered down at her, and Samala realised it was her chance to try and speak with him. "I'm Samala, I'm a dragon from the eastern lands of Kirth," she called up to him, and he smiled. "My name is Arwen, and I'm an elf," The elf's voice was high, and Arwen's silkly light hair covered her eyes. Samala realised, that Arwen was a girl.

(lol poor Samala XD)

[Dragonite]

"C'mon, let's follow...Secret style", said Magno, sneaking the direction the girl pointed, sneaky.

[spiritwolf123]

Name:Poisen
 Type (Forest, mountain, desert, etc):Mountain
 Description and/or Image:
 *Personality:Mean, usually unfriendly, narcissistic, short tempered and she is very aggressive toward strangers.
 Relatives :Dead
 Age :19 in human years and 12 in dragon years
 Strength (1-10~10 is best):10
 Speed (1-10):9
 Agility (1-10):10
 Cleverness (1-10):5(She is a killer machine, like a shark so she isn't that clever.)
 *Power (only one!):She is like a snake, she has the ability to spit poisen and produce in her fangs, she can also produce it in her claws.
 Weaknesses:She can never make friends, as most dragons are scared of her. She has to stop producing poisen after 30 minutes or she will die.
 *Other:None

[Dragonite]

New member? Hey, I like this guy?! Maybe Magno can become friends with him.... One of them is like a snake and the other looks like a snake))

[spiritwolf123]

Lol, Okay but you will find it VERY hard to become friends my dragon, she is so hard to please.

[catsanddogsandbirds]

Please insert a personality, SpiritWolf123. Plus, I'm not sure about the "zombie" thing. Might have to change her history.))


  Kithea rushed after bailey, who seemed so sure of where they were going. She didn't know why, until she saw Bailey with her nose madly pressed to the ground. She was following Samala's scent!
 "How could you smell her if she's so far away?" Kithea asked after they had traveled for an hour or two. Bailey looked up and blinked, as if she had forgotten that Kithea was there.
  "Desert dragons have great noses," Bailey explained, following the strangely cat-like scent once again. "We have to find prey from miles away with 'em. Think about it--we're in a desert." She snorted with amusement. Kithea did the same.

 Pretty soon, they had reached a strange town with tall walls around, but they easily flew over, Bailey carrying Magno. She landed behind a human house. She covered her nose. "Can't smell her," she growled, "Too many human scents." She peeked over the house, immediately putting it back down as she saw a group of humans huddling together oddly close to them. She motioned to stay quiet as she listened to them.
 "Yea! All we hadda do was stare at it and it let us put it in the wagon!" one laughed. It was oddly sober.
 "Wow..." she heard a girl sigh, "You're so brave, John..."
 "Aw, he ain't nothin'!" exclaimed John's buddy, "That so-called dragon was jus' some kitty!" Bailey's eyes widened. The smell...like a cat...he called the dragon a "kitty"...
 "Those humans took her," Bailey said to the rest of the dragons. She turned to Magno. "What do we do?"

[Dragonite]

Magno smiled."Maybe all you hear is a blurr, but I can hear twenty times better than you all together! Now, shush, be quiet, I got this", said Magno. He moved his ears, left to right, right to left."I hear a feline dragon and an elf. Come", said Magno. He stalked on the bushes, stopping from time to time to hear some more.

[spiritwolf123]

Fine...>_> edited.