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Umbrarum took a bottle in paw, filling each of the cuts of land with a glowing light blue liquid that quickly made the magic circle apparent. Slowly, the glow grew as more of the circle was formed and what became a full circle attracted moonlight in columns of light that could be seen from the ground and sky. The figure eventually kneeled at the center of this glowing circle, remaining still for a while.
"...Moonlight of Valrei shine on your children, your champion. We seek to redeem our race. This One brings both curse and gift to this land, but we act unto the safety of our last remaining balance. I am but a slave, yet I fight to the last breath to mend this existence."
The figure seemed to pray, the amulet around his neck softly glowing under the drip of Moonlight that he bathed in. It burned at the ground slowly, blighting the grass with a light blue color and turning the dirt dusty and void of nutrients.
"... Forgive me, Natives of this land..." Umbrarum sighed.
The night was warm, except for a slight chill in the wind. A small breeze brushed past Ichabod, rousing him from his sleep. His eyes opened to reveal two green irises that shone like emeralds in the moonlight. He yawned, stretching his arms and legs. Then he blinked, shocked. With a sudden jump, he looked around himself, searching for some clue as to why he was there. Then he remembered.
"Pandora." The name left his lips like ice wishing it could melt. "Sister... My sister!" His eyes darted from here to there and up and down and all around. He did not see her. "My... my god!"
He hurried to his feet, panting from anxiety. Ichabod had left the castle that afternoon to search for Pandora. But, after a long time of finding no sign of her, he had fallen asleep. Not on purpose, yet he had been so tired, it was not like he could have stayed awake.
The fox's gaze settled on the moon. Little did he know, somewhere nearby, Umbrarum was praying under the same moon.
Umbrarum momentarily rose as the moonlight faded ever so slowly, vanishing from pillars in the sky where it had once been for all around to see. This one paused as he stood, looking down at the faded circle that was now tainted with dry, dusty dirt and blue grass that surprisingly held well in the terribly tainted soil. He reached down momentarily, digging a claw through a mark in the circle, pulling up sand-like dust that streamed over his paws to return to where the dirt once lay. Life would undoubtedly be halted in this area for years to come. It would be wise to figure out another source of magic while the stream of magic flowed through him.
It had been a long trip, jumping from world gate was a dangerous task and took weeks of planning to survive, as they not only required magic and gems to power, but would steal from the energy of the user. Surprisingly enough, Umbrarum was quiet young for this... Surviving such a trip would be an extreme fatigue on him for perhaps months even after the gateway was crossed. Though, this risk was worth the pain as it provided reach to other places out of reach that could provide more than even Valrei.
Umbrarum stood and pondered for minutes to come... Shelter, It would be a requirement and something which would be too difficult to create single handedly without weeks of work. After carving mysterious writing into the ground (-Perhaps a name?-) he turned back to the stocks he had gathered, some of what he had gathered and a few items of value he brought. The handwork putting these crates together was rather terrible, Makeshift planks had been crafted via magic and kept together using rather low quality metal nails. It wouldnt hold for long, but Umbrarum wasn't planning on returning. Perhaps the demons would follow behind, either way... The curse waited for no-one, It was ignorant to let it be. Natives would no doubt be unacceptive of what it would no doubt bring.
As he geared up, he turned to a direction he could only imagine was north based on the moon. The Figure veiled in the cloak tightly clutched the cloth, pulling it around himself to conceal him as he started to walk. Moments passed and he slowly went to a limp, cringing momentarily. "T-This can't be happening alread... Its too soon." Umbrarum whined softly, a dark black burn of evil magic burning across the fur and skin on his right arm from palm up. Slowly, the figure returned to veiling itself, shaking its head, mildly out of breath. It spread slowly, but concealing this curse would prove difficult.
"Blood... Blood and Death..." Umbrarum stuttered softly to himself.
((- Actually really tried hard on this second one, message me if any confusion comes up -))
(- <3 -)
It had been days and there was still no sign of Pandora. The last time she had been seen, someone had said that a man was with her, a person about her age. Ichabod had decided to search for her that day, to see if he could find any trace of her. But he had found nothing. There wasn't even a single hint of her anywhere. He tightened his fist, growling through his teeth. Angrily, he started walking onwards, determined to catch them in the night.
"I will find you." He said, in a determined voice full of pain. In reality, he felt hopeless.
Ichabod continued through the darkness, his intent being to catch her abductor when the man felt like no one would be watching. He knew it had to be him, whoever she was with last. It was too coincidental. He soldiered forward, refusing to be defeated.
Currently, he was heading south.
((OOC: I figure they can run into each other if that's your plan.))
You could hear the sound of crickets all around and fireflies lit up the darkness with their yellow glow. He tried to push the sound out of his mind and tried to force himself not to pay attention to the light. He was angry, he was rageful, he was blindingly mad. One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other. And he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, his eyes on the ground.
Finally, there was the sensation of another person against him.
Icabod cried out, falling backwards and landing on his back. For a moment, he was out of it, and then, once he started to come to, he growled.
"What in the hell?!" He exclaimed, struggling to pull himself back up.
He got onto his feet, brushing the dirt off of his trousers. Then his eyes flew to the figure in front of him. They were masked by a cloak.
"Who are you?" He demanded, emotions flaring. He had been shocked. "What are you doing out here so late at night?"
Then he started to wonder... was this the man who had kidnapped his sister?
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and slowly moved his hand towards his dagger. It seemed to be too much of a coincidence.
The longer the two waited, the more Icabod could swear the feeling of this figure's intrusive mind. It was no doubt looking for weaknesses, searching for any way to escape this danger, yet it would not speak up or show its identity.
Was this world free of slavery?... If he revealed himself, it could only mean danger. No doubt the figure already knew what Umbrarum was. It shook its head, smiling for moments.
~"Fo-g-ve me... Mortale-Amicus. T-is One is of not Haec-Terra."~ The figure spoke through a simple spell that hid it's voice tone, making it sound of unknown voice. It spoke partly in this tongue, yet in another strange language at the same. ~"T-is of Lunam, Terra of Antiquorum... One is k-own as Umbra. I a-e Servus to mas-er Tonitrui, chi-d to Servus Surrexit. || Fo-g-ve my la-k -- lang-age."~
It was then, the figure stopped talking, slightly panting. Umbra wobbled, shaking his muzzle for a moment. ~"If wi-h to fig-t I wil- defend Lunam-Servus."~ For moments, the figure stared, watching Icabod carefully, a tired look amongst the creature.
((I wanted to make things interesting, since he is foreign, but if it troubles you it IS latin english. Its your choice if Icabod can make sense of what he's saying, I'd be interested in seeing what way this plays out. Also, what race is Icabod again?... Sorry x3))
The creature was strange and unusual. As Ichabod caught his first glimpse of the man, he gasped, taken aback. He racked his memory for the image of such a species, but could find no satisfying reference. The best that Ichabod could guess was some kind of fluffy dragon. He had never seen a dragon before. There was no telling what they really looked like.
Ichabod's mind faded out for a moment, lost in the memory of Archer, the king's most loyal physician. Archer was a great healing man, educated in the art of medicine. But that was not what he was remembering. It was his bestiary book.
Somewhere in that book, there was a picture of a dragon with fur, but the appearance wasn't lining up with the creature in front of him. It was too different. Perhaps the person had drawn it wrong? Or maybe they had heard it described by someone else. Whatever the truth, that did not erase the image in front of him. A dragon...! Oh, how ledgendary they were. What would he say to his father and brothers when he returned with a story of a real dragon?!
"You... you..." Ichabod had trouble finding words. "You are a dragon, are you not?"
Then the creature began to speak. The fox struggled to understand, barely making him out at points. Something about a servant and a master, then an apology for being unclear, and finally something about defending Lunam Servus if he tried to fight him. Ichabod had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no idea what Lunam Servus was. However, there was one more thing that Ichabod had understood... and that was the name, Umbra.
"I do not wish to fight you." Said Ichabod, moving his hand away from his dagger. "I thought you were... someone else." He stood there, staring at him with a strange expression on his face. "You're obviously not from around here. A kidnapper would know the realm. You are too strange to have come from here." Ichabod thought for a moment. "Where did you come from? I'm looking for the man who kidnapped my sister. You haven't seen a man and woman around here, have you?" He really didn't know what to say. It wasn't everyday that an Edwinish man got the chance to see a dragon.
"One is... of Draco. We a-e Servus-Amicus to Angeli Regni... Ehh. T-is Draco, Terra of Valrei-Lunam." The figure seemed tired, cutting off his words and shaking his head regularly. Umbra slowly raised his right paw. It was covered in this dark, evil looking magic that made your fur crawl at the sight. As he pointed to the moon, it bubbled, burning with magic and a mix of what could only be described as extremely painful wounds. "Parce Nobis..." The figure softly muttered, his cloak blowing in the wind. There was a single look which seemed to be of begging across his face as the hood freely blew around with his excessive wobbling.
Before long, the figure took short breaths, his eyes falling closed as he slowly went limp, his body falling forward and slamming flat into the ground with a soft puff of dust. It took slow breaths still, slightly between consciousness and sleep, but in a state only describable as a coma. You could only assume he was conserving his strength by doing this... It must of been extreme to trust a stranger like this, but it was for his own survival.
Ichabod might recognize it's symbol, It was no doubt a star with a purple gem inside of it. The gem glowed as well as the thick gold, it seemed hot and filled with magic. This husk of a body, though... Was no doubt empty. What sort of spell could this of been, and what on earth magik's did this creature carry upon its right arm. It didnt seem right.
Ichabod made a sound, as if trying to say something, then stopped himself. He would have just said gibberish anyway.
"Oh my..." He held a hand to his mouth, looking down at the unconscious form below him.
The man was definitely not in good health. And his arm... it had looked horrible! Ichabod approached the creature, kneeling down. First he felt his neck for a pulse. Ichabod calmed down. Good. He was still alive. Now there was only one thing that he could do.
He wrapped his arms around the strange body, and, with a grunt, lifted him off of the ground. The fox would carry him to town and find something else to hold his body.
"Well... here we go." It was difficult, but Ichabod managed to walk with the stranger in his arms.
It was a long walk, but Ichabod was determined. He wasn't a man to let obstacles stand in his way. And he walked and he walked and he walked. He walked until the sun began to rise. Ichabod looked up at the sky, squinting his emerald eyes at the rising sun. The fox would be in town soon.
Once he was there, he had the people help him get a cart and put the man onto the wooden frame. A horse was fastened to it, and Ichabod got up onto the horse. With a kick of his foot and an encouraging sound, the horse began to move towards the castle. Soon, they were there.
"Halt!" Said a guard.
"It's just me." Ichabod showed him his face. "Ichabod."
"You're good to go." Replied the guard, then he saw the figure on the cart. "Who is that? Is that the kidnapper?"
"No, it's someone I, well, sorta met." Ichabod made a funny face. "I ran into him when I was looking for Pandora."
The guard made a sound of acknowledgement, said a few words, and then they were off.
Once the pair was at the entrance, Ichabod picked up the figure again. The dragon must be very tired, he thought. He certainly didn't look good from appearances. The fox struggled to carry him inside, being tired himself, and then finally got a guard to take him the rest of the way. During this time, Ichabod got a much needed rest for his arms.
Finally, they reached Archer's patient quarters. "I'll go find Archer." Said the guard, then he took off. Soon, he was back with the king's physician.
"What's this?" Asked the old man, who was also a fox. "Ichabod, where's your sister?"
"I haven't found her yet." That put Ichabod in a bad mood. "This is a man that I met on my travels. Seems harmless enough. There's a strange burn on his arm. You need to have a look at it. It must be causing him an amazing amount of pain."
Archer nodded in agreement, tending to the figure that laid on a bed for patients. "What a strange form." He commented, noticing the foreign body. "I don't think I've ever seen this species before. Where in the world did you find him?" Archer made a strange look on his face.
"In the forest." Answered the fox, looking down at the fluffy dragon. He wondered when the strange creature would finally wake.
While the painful Magik Burn of that curse along its arm did not seem to spread, it seemed so painful and at times seemed to eat away at the flesh. What could only be described as rotting, here was taking place on it's arm. What this dark energy could be was completely unknown and seemed a terrible omen.
Shortly after they had arrived and Archer had been called over by the guards at Ichabod's request, the figure had begun to stir. What light remained in the gem faded quickly to nothingness. Umbra shifted his head slowly, his infected paw gripping the air tightly as he winced in pain. The Dragon seemed distressed as he opened his eyes, the blue glow barely noticeable at the outline of his eyes. The Creature's sharp pupils seemed to adjust, growing sharper at the sight of gathered figures he could not recognize. Again... It shifted, pushing it's paws against the soft bed it layed sprawled upon, unable to pull himself up out of pure exhaustion.
"Mortale... I... Ri-e. U-Uuurk.. What is her- a-d Who is this?... Umbra Lunam Servus. I run dri on time a-d low on streg-th. "
The figure breathed slowly, blinking between thoughts before he spoke again, pushing against the bed weakly with will to get up. Slowly, the figure pulled itself upright, glaring at Ichabod, Archer, and the guard blankly. It seemed ready for sudden danger and oncoming threats, if they were to happen.
"I... Will push forward, for the Curse waits not. Darkness will ensue and follow, this one... Must not stay." The figure seemed to regain some energy or rather a sprout of adrenaline. It was no surprise, fear was in the air around him, even as he hid his sense of horror through a strong sense of bravery.
Suddenly, his eyes moved, ears twitching quickly as he resisted against rest, pulling himself up and dizzily moving out of the bed. Umbra closely watched even now, his tattered cloak still close around his neck accompanied by the bandolier around his waist, fit with various vials, tools and regents. His sharp teeth shown through his muzzle, he pulled a small defender type of rapier from the belt at his side. Umbrarum seemed a bit delusional and exaughsted at the same time, yet he held the knife close, ready for anything in this tight area.
Swords would no doubt be nearly useless in a combat situation if it happened to transition into that. The figure pulled his hood up, readying his stance at the slightest sign of movement.
(OOC: Sorry for the slow response.)
"There, there now!" Warned Archer. "You need rest! Now get back in bed!"
But the dragon was too out of it to listen. And he was afraid too. Suddenly, the form rose up into a sitting position and then he was standing.
"No, don't do that!" Warned Archer again. "You'll fall over!"
Yet the dragon was still too far gone. The guard initially panicked when the creature drew his sword, and held out a hand as a symbol of peace.
"We don't want to fight you!" Exclaimed the guard. "It's safe here. You're safe here."
"After all that time with you in my arms, especially being so heavy, I'm not about to kill you." Smiled Ichabod, crossing his arms over his chest. "Or all that trouble would have been for nothing."
"He speaks a strange language." Said Archer to Ichabod. "What do you suppose he's going on about?"
"I have no idea." Answered Ichabod, his eyes on Umbra. "He said something equally unclear back when I first bumped into him in the forest."
"My god, your arm!" And then Archer got a better look at his wounds. "It's awful! You need medical attention now!"
Ichabod wasn't sure how to calm down the dragon and make sense to him. "We're not going to hurt you." He tried again. "All we want to do is help you. You can't leave now. You're too injured. And ill by the looks of it." Ichabod made a face.
The dragon stood before him, rapier in hand. That weapon wouldn't be of much use here. They were crowded around each other. Knowing that, Ichabod, Archer, and the guard felt quite safe, even despite that the wounded man was delusional.
Umbra had an extremely lose stance, It was easy to see that he was used to holding a weapon in his paw despite the pain and confusion he seemed to be in. It was clear he understood the simplest of words and was extremely hesitant to attack any of them as they crowded him, a deep scowl across his face as he showed his white teeth from under the hood. It winced as it held the weapon in its uninjured hand, the weak one held close to his side, obvious as it was uncovered - the low light of the morning showing its details.
Despite the unique anatomy of the rest of the creature, its right paw seemed almost strange. Pure black as pitch concealed everything down to the paw in an evil darkness that not even sunlight shone through. From what could be seen, slowly spreading upwards in darkness, some burning magic crawled up his lower arm ever so slowly.
From the rest of his body up was completely normal, aside from the messy fur and minor bruising in a number of spots, where he had probably fallen or been slightly thrown about before he arrived at the castle.
Yet... the figure seemed hesitant, quickly lowering the weapon in a dangerous move - luckily missing himself in his delusion, releasing grip of it seemingly on accident and letting it clank against the ground safely, before grabbing at the sides of his cloak to hide his injured paw as he wobbled about, crowded next to the bed. It didn't dissuade him however from acting however, his heart rate spiking as Archer attempted to step even closer in the attempt to take a look. With a weak and dazed step forward, he pushed past them - eagerly looking for an exit almost like a cornered animal.
It wouldn't get him far though, as he knocked into just about everything in the way nearly knocking himself down - luckily keeping himself up with the aid of the wall as he came to rest on the other side of the room.
"W-Won't b-be time... Y-You know t-too little..." Umbra mumbled as he held against the wall, showing his teeth in a scowl - It seemed like a grin for a moment followed by a pained chuckle.
((Damn... Could you believe that its been over two years since the last reply?...))
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