She slashed away at the goblin’s body, even though it was dead she was angry. Maligaya stood back as a result. Heavily breathing, Kumav looked over at her dragon. In seeing his reaction, she let her sword clatter to the ground and turned away from the overkilled goblin. There were many goblins that she could have killed with that anger of hers but they ran and Maligaya didn’t bother to chase. He was more concerned for his friend then some goblins who knew their fate.
Aggrivated, Kumav shouted at Maligaya for not going after them. Shaking his head he approached her. Flipping the goblin over with his claw he met her eyes. Kumav growled kicking the dead goblin and then reaching for her sword. In amusement, she watched as Maligaya placed his claw over it and put himself between her and her sword.
Kumav glared. “Magbago.” She said sternly.
The dragon took back his claw, making the sword slide under him. Checking the position of the sword, he laid down with an abrupt shockwave, making her lose balance as she stared at him in amusement.
“Maligaya?”! She growled.
Maligaya shook his head and flipped over the dead goblin again, this time towards her.
Kumav rolled her eyes. She had overkilled a goblin. And? That didn’t explain why Maligaya was acting this way. Around her neck as a necklace made of leather. She had punctured a hole in the box that had appeared the morning Maligaya had taken her to his den after she had fallen asleep. She liked to remember that the wolf of his was there even though he would never be.
Pointing his snout at the necklace, Maligaya watched as travelers came to aid Kumav. As they approached, their weapons were sheathed and they nodded at the dragon in gratitude as they saw his burn marks. Not everyone knew of the dragon’s tribal disposition but those who did respected it because they knew that it meant he was of peace and not of war. Not among the mortals anyway.
Looking at the goblin that laid in between the dragon and the woman, the archer searched for her weapon. When he couldn’t find it, he looked at her and she pointed at the dragon. Meeting the archer’s eyes, he shook his head and gestured towards the goblin.
The traveler that was with the Archer knelt down in dismay. He traced all the slash marks that had been clearly marked by aggression. Untying the bag that was at the archer’s side, the archer looked at the woman with concerned eyes.
She could see that the two had no trouble taking down the rest of the goblins. But she was still aggravated that her best friend would turn on her. Hot tears emerged from her eyes.
“Bakit?”! She shouted at Maligaya for the first time in ages. Getting up and turning away from her dragon she growled. “Bakit ka pansamantala ití kálágyán?”
Standing his ground, Maligaya stared into his friend’s eyes. After a moment of silence, Maligaya stood, revealing the blood stained sword that had shared its blood with his scales. Lightly, he took a step forward, brushing away the Archer and the traveler he stomped towards Kumav who fell once again. Lightly swatting her with his tail, he moved her to a safe distance and made sure that the traveler and the archer were also at a good distance.
Eyes on him, Maligaya took his tail and picked up the dead goblin. Throwing it up in the air, he slammed it down not hard enough to splatter it but enough to them his audience know that if the goblin was alive, it would have instantly died. Taking it up in his tail again, he threw it once more. This time, Kumav looked away, in seeing this, Maligaya slammed the goblin down harder, making some of the bones misplace.
In horror, the traveler took a step towards the dragon. Meeting its lethal eyes, the archer put his hand out to the stop the traveler and shook his head. Confused, the traveler looked away from the scene in fear. Only the archer watched the dragon slammed the goblin down for the third time this time, the goblin’s head was twisted back in comparison to an owl’s. Its limbs were in positions not even a dead goblin should be in and the woman still faced away, refusing to face her companion.
About to pick up the goblin again, the archer stepped in to stop the dragon. Baring its teeth, the archer put his hands up and pointed to the tribal burn that traced the dragon’s skeletal track. Giving a snort, the dragon glared at the woman’s back and then turned around to take his tail and make her face the goblin.
The archer smirked and gave a sigh. Eyeing the archer, Maligaya took the goblin with his tail once more, threw it up in the air but didn’t slam it down. This time, Maligaya swatted the goblin, sending it miles out of sight. Wide eyes, the archer turned to the woman who watched the goblin land in the direction of the castle and hiss.
Placing her hand on the paw print that she had received she shook her head.
“Hindi Kailanmán mulî.” She said shaking her head.
Frustrated, Maligaya shook his head as he faced away from her and then turned to look at her with wild eyes. Alarmed, the archer reached for his an arrow but Maligaya glance a clam look at him then returned to the wild look that he gave his friend. Dropping his jaw, Kumav’s eyes widen. Drawing her shield she braced herself. Feeling no fire or blazing heat, she put down her shield in confusion. Seeing her shield lower, Maligaya inhaled and gave a long loud and ear piercing shriek.
Fear surfacing Kumav, her eyes filled with angst and confusion. Her hot tears become tears of pain as Maligaya finished and turned away. As Kumav shook and tried to recover from the shock, Maligaya felt his tribal burn begin to fade. Taking to the skies, Maligaya headed to the castle where he didn’t care if his fading marks could turn him hostile.
At her side, the archer’s ears rung. Despite this, he approached the woman who was in shock of her companion’s actions. The Archer heard rumors of tamed dragon’s going hostile but only in accordance to their companion’s emotions. If the damage was enough, the dragon would forget her, making her his first target, but if the bond was true the tribal mark would only fade until the emotional impact was over.
Kneeling down next to her, the archer touched the paw print necklace that she wore around her neck. Taking her hand, he placed it on the paw print in hope that her shaking would seize. Her wild eyes met his abruptly. Squeezing his hand, she opened her mouth to speak but could not find the words to do so. Putting his finger to his lips, he shook his head. Instead, he yelled at his travelling companion to pick up the sword and bring it to the woman.
Reluctantly Gashvon shuffled over to the sword and reached down with one hand. Eyes wide, he reached with his other and pulled. Looking over at the woman in fright, he shook his head. Sighing, Gashvon looked at the woman’s arms and smirked. Her muscle showed.
Standing at her side, he held out a hand. Quivering still, she took it. Helping her up, he put his hand on the small of her back and lead her to the sword. Every step she took was weary but finally, the two managed to get to the sword. Reaching for it with both hands, the archer grinned as he too had a hard time picking up the sword. Looking away in embarrassment, the woman knelt down and picked up the sword with ease of one hand.
“Native?” She asked and the two shook their heads. “Then this language?” She asked and the archer nodded.
“We were passing through. I’ve never seen a tamed dragon. Nevertheless one go lethal like that. Something must have happened to you to cause him to do that. If you don’t hurry he might revert back to being of the wild dragons.” He warned. “And if he does, you’ll be his first target.”
The woman sheathed her sword in reluctance. “I’ll need a horse.” She sighed. “I cannot make it their on foot and there are no dragons around here except him.” She frowned. “I let him fall to this.” She said, tears falling from her eyes. “And he’s heading to the castle, they won’t take him lightly even if he has te tribal markings.”
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Umvi’s ears perked up with alarm. Scurrying away from her master, she headed out the door as someone cracked in open. In surprise, Gashvon apologized to the woman, picked up what had fallen, and ran after his companion. Glancing at her direction, he ran back to grab his sword. Running back out, he saw her anxiously waiting for him around the corner of where she was heading. Once he was in sight she ran and headed towards the entrance of the castle.
Knocking a man off his horse, Gashvon apologized and swore he would return it. Taking an apple he had saved for later out of his pocket he promised the horse the reward if it could catch up to his companion who spent no time in waiting. Giving a whinny, the horse took off at full speed taking the challenge with a happy spirit and in no time at all fell in line with the wolf. Running through the different sections of the castle, Gashvon had to flash his commanding armband for the first time in years to hurry to the front of the castle, on the way he intercepted some guards who insisted to assist. Taking their offer, he travelled with at least one guard for every gate he passed through. Finally, the front gates opened and to his surprise, a dragon, one he had recognized, screeched at the guards who were holding it back. Dismounting the horse, Gashvon was about to take off when the horse nudged him. Rolling his eyes, he received another nudge. Taking the apple out of his pocket, he handed it to one of the guards instructing that he feed it to the horse. Confused, the guard did as ordered.
“Stand back!” He ordered.
The guards who were holding back the dragon from advancing looked at Gashvon with concerned eyes. No one confronted a dragon single handed. Gashvon shook his head. “The markings!” He said as he searched for them, his eyes narrowed as he traced them, they were subtle but they were there.
“Stand down.” He ordered again. This time, the guards did as told. Calling out to his companion, he order her to keep watch of the guards as he approached the dragon. The dragon was without a rider and the marks were fading. Rumors had it, that only a tragic emotional event could sever a bond with any companion, whether it be wolf or dragon.
Wild eyes meeting his, Gashvon smirked and put his sword down, looking for his shield and seeing that he didn’t bother to grab that, he shrugged and approached the dragon slowly. The tribal burn marks glowed a black and then back to brown.
Standing face to snout, the wolf gave a bark. Turning to look, the wolf had her back to him and growled at the guard. Giving a small smile, he turned to look at the dragon again. Sending a wave of hot air, Gashvon let out a quiet laugh. Using the back of his fingers he touched the dragon’s snout making the tribal marks glow black. Wide eyes, Gashvon watched as the dragon’s tribal burn marks glow a black and then white before they disappeared completely. Ducking under the dragon in surprise, Gashvon met his wolf eyes.
Turning hostile, she growled but forced the guards at bay with the horse who was now standing guard. Above Gashvon, the dragon screeched and roared, letting out immense shouts of fire.
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Magbago - Move Maligaya - Happy Hindi Kailanmán mulî. - Never again Bakit - Why
Bakit ka pansamantala ití kálágyán - Why are you acting this way (Not sure if that’s right)
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