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Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Dec 28, 2017 1:20:47 GMT
At times, doing the right thing brings no rewards for Ruth. Being a hybrid, the prejudice easily smothers any gratitude, and that's presuming the half-dragon doesn't get saddled with the blame for all things evil. It was hardly different this time, when Ruth stood against a gaggle of bandits who decided to raid a small, secluded village. The scavengers proved more stubborn than the usual variety, not balking even after the hybrid brought fire and earth to bear.
Ruth managed to scare the ruffians off, but not without sustaining injuries from trying to keep the village-folk safe. She earned herself a broken leg, a couple of cuts that made it past the leather armor, and a number of bruises all over. She was half-drenched in blood, mostly not her own, black soot and the brown of mud and dirt tainting everything from her sword's sheathe upon her back, to the steel plates upon her arms, to even her dragon wings. Considering it was half-a-dozen to one kind of battle, she was lucky to be alive at all.
After the battle, when the bandits were well and truly gone, the warrior woman collapsed into unconsciousness. For a while, nobody approached the winged hybrid, too fearful of the way she had slung fire and earth around. Too fearful that the savage woman might turn on them next.
Eventually, the villagers did move closer to prod at the unconscious half-dragon, and not long after they decided to carry her off to the nearby healer. Ruth didn't come to until they were almost there, and it was her leg bumping against something that made the woman hiss as groggy amber eyes fluttered open. One villager under each of her arms, they flinched and froze unanimously at her reaction. Ruth could feel the following hesitation as they continued walking, and she tried to tell them to put her down, but it came out as an incoherent grumble.
Still bleary-eyed and with her head bowed, she saw her feet, those of the people carrying her, and another pair that moved out of sight as a third villager went to knock on the door. The rapping sound proved too loud for her pointy ears, her whole form twitching several times.
Ruth growled as she set her one good foot to the ground, supporting herself somewhat. "I'm up... I'm up..." The hybrid rumbled, scaly tail lashing in irritation. "Enough... with the... damn racket." Éamon Lyall
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Jan 5, 2018 6:30:17 GMT
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Whoever had decided i was a good idea to be in need of a physician had the worst timing. The dragon had been in the cellar and had been rather occupied with cutting slices of a salted piece of were-deer. However, when one draped himself in shadows of kindness and deceit you had to keep up appearances. The dragon enjoyed that too, though.
He had discarded his leather apron in the cellar, locked the trapdoor and storage door before he opened the front door to reveal a couple of villages and a bloody half-breed he had not wanted to get his hands on since he fought her. The half-blood looked horrible and he quickly stepped aside to make room for the company to enter his home. "What happened?" He directed his question at the villagers and instead of waiting for an answer he found a large, white sheet from a cupboard and spread it out on the table. "Put her here" He moved to help the half-blood onto the table. She might be able to talk, but walking was out of the question for her.
The dragon had an inclination to let his hands slip and cut the halfbreed's artery and let her bleed out on the table, but this would be out of character for the persona he had built up in this village. Perhaps the half-blood could prove to be more interesting and worth spending time on. He had had plenty of kills the past few months, but a good od fashioned mind game had been a while. He missed the horror and betrayal he saw in them when they figured it all out. When their lives were ruined by the dragon and all they held dear was ripped away.
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Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Jan 10, 2018 12:06:23 GMT
"Bandits." One of the villagers supplied as they piled into the healer's home. As directed, they carried the halfbreed to the table, and pushed her onto it. The woman let out a pained groan, scaly wings half-unfurling awkwardly underneath her. The villagers gathered around her, uncertain whether Eamon needed anything else and curious about the half-breed at the same time.
"They came around demanding payment for their protection."
As the people began recalling the event, Ruth's mind and vision started clearing up. At first, all she saw was the ceiling of the humble healer's home, then bits of the kitchen and other things as she moved her head a little. Eventually, her dull amber gaze fell onto Eamon's face, and an instant later her eyes widened in recognition.
It was the man who had defeated her in the tournament, and she didn't forget the anger his eyes had held for her. The hybrid began struggling to get up, snarling viciously as people grabbed her to pin her back down. "Get off of me!" The woman demanded and cursed at them, in Elvish of all things, her sharp voice mangling the musical language. Fire sprouted over her form in instinctive self-defense, making the villagers quickly change their minds about trying to manhandle her. A few even yelped as yellow flames licked at their hands, not strong enough to give them an actual burn, but still enough to make their reflexes kick in.
But even without them, Ruth didn't have the strength to get back up. A second later she realized nobody was trying to hurt her either, and so the hybrid reluctantly laid back on the table, still rather tense. Nothing of the situation made her feel at ease. Not her own weakness, the vulnerability or the fact the other fighter stood over her. His name escaped her for the moment, her mind having more pressing matters to deal with. Like what was going on, and why she was brought here. And where 'here' was in the first place.
Huffing to her buzzing mind, Ruth locked her eyes onto the healer, frowning. "What... the hell."
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