Even with being on the other side of Carhaise from the pirate raid in Brecillion, Erix's family had heard of it. The wayward princes of Carhaise making a name for themselves, pissing off some of the other races that weren't able to so easily fly and take them down. It wasn't just their family that had to be more careful about the outcomes and the animosity that stir from their attacks. Especially when it's so easily clear it's dragons and not another race by boat.
It's rankled his parents, that the blowback is coming on their kingdom as well by proxy when the boys, because to Erix and his family they act like boys, do these things.
The large, black dragon form he takes is in the sky along the edges of his own kingdom of Sta'lyre to monitor, keep watch, and make sure that none of his own people are bothered by anyone that may have remained from the raid the night before. Which is lucky, for Guinevere, because he hears that roar that turns into screams on the air. He circles that direction without a second thought, even when it means crossing over in to Carhaise territory. Better to deal with the aftermath of crossing over but still have whoever needs help alive then ignore someone in need.
What he sees has him almost still in the air. Though before any of the half-drowned pirates can actually make a move for her, there's a loud, dangerous roar through the air. Warning, that they aren't alone, that she's not alone. And that they better back off. If the roar isn't enough, his mouth opens and fire engulfs their catapult that they used to take her down with, destroying it quickly so they can't use it again on him before he moves to land close by but not on top. He doesn't want to catch her with dragonfire without knowing if she can take the heat first. But close enough that he snaps at the nearest man, sending the pirate backing up and stumbling over a rock to keep clear of the teeth.
Guinevere wasn't yet at the point of panic; she was still struggling, snapping at those who darted too close, even though the net kept her teeth from their flesh. But thankfully this massive form gave them pause, for even though she was still quite young, she was still larger than a drake, perhaps sixty cubits from snout to tail. Her aged father was over twice that, and her brothers rapidly approaching such an impressive size.
Her talons she did manage to get through the net, and a few adventurous humans lay dead, raked apart, but the tight confines kept her from inhaling enough breath to ignite the flames down in her throat; her fiery exhalation was all but useless like this. Still she fought on, determined to take as many of them down as she possibly could.
Until she heard a second roar. A dark shape appeared over the trees and her first wild, triumphant thought was Idris!, that her brother had found her at last. But as it flew closer, her heart sank as she realized those were not dark sapphire scales glinting in the mid-morning sun. The newcomer nevertheless came to her aid, decimating the humans' death machines and landing between the captive she-dragon and her tormentors.
And apparently having second-guessed their own mortality, the gaggle of pitiful, but effective, humans thought better of continuing their quest for revenge, now that reptilian reinforcements had arrived. They quickly scattered, melting into the trees and leaving the two wyrms in the blood-and-wood-splattered clearing.
Guinevere still grunted and wriggled, slashing at the cumbersome ropes in effort to get free. Frantic struggles that they were, they only succeeded in binding her tighter until she finally had to cease, lest she suffocate from their constricting grip. She fell to one side, panting, red-gold scales glittering.
This was absolutely not how she'd envisioned her day to go. At all.
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Date: 2024-03-21 07:45 pm (UTC)It's rankled his parents, that the blowback is coming on their kingdom as well by proxy when the boys, because to Erix and his family they act like boys, do these things.
The large, black dragon form he takes is in the sky along the edges of his own kingdom of Sta'lyre to monitor, keep watch, and make sure that none of his own people are bothered by anyone that may have remained from the raid the night before. Which is lucky, for Guinevere, because he hears that roar that turns into screams on the air. He circles that direction without a second thought, even when it means crossing over in to Carhaise territory. Better to deal with the aftermath of crossing over but still have whoever needs help alive then ignore someone in need.
What he sees has him almost still in the air. Though before any of the half-drowned pirates can actually make a move for her, there's a loud, dangerous roar through the air. Warning, that they aren't alone, that she's not alone. And that they better back off. If the roar isn't enough, his mouth opens and fire engulfs their catapult that they used to take her down with, destroying it quickly so they can't use it again on him before he moves to land close by but not on top. He doesn't want to catch her with dragonfire without knowing if she can take the heat first. But close enough that he snaps at the nearest man, sending the pirate backing up and stumbling over a rock to keep clear of the teeth.
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Date: 2024-03-21 11:50 pm (UTC)Her talons she did manage to get through the net, and a few adventurous humans lay dead, raked apart, but the tight confines kept her from inhaling enough breath to ignite the flames down in her throat; her fiery exhalation was all but useless like this. Still she fought on, determined to take as many of them down as she possibly could.
Until she heard a second roar. A dark shape appeared over the trees and her first wild, triumphant thought was Idris!, that her brother had found her at last. But as it flew closer, her heart sank as she realized those were not dark sapphire scales glinting in the mid-morning sun. The newcomer nevertheless came to her aid, decimating the humans' death machines and landing between the captive she-dragon and her tormentors.
And apparently having second-guessed their own mortality, the gaggle of pitiful, but effective, humans thought better of continuing their quest for revenge, now that reptilian reinforcements had arrived. They quickly scattered, melting into the trees and leaving the two wyrms in the blood-and-wood-splattered clearing.
Guinevere still grunted and wriggled, slashing at the cumbersome ropes in effort to get free. Frantic struggles that they were, they only succeeded in binding her tighter until she finally had to cease, lest she suffocate from their constricting grip. She fell to one side, panting, red-gold scales glittering.
This was absolutely not how she'd envisioned her day to go. At all.