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Post by ( calypso ) on Jan 29, 2012 20:00:47 GMT -5
behind my eyes
on the back of my mind
Her guardians did not know she was coming here. That was her biggest thing right now. Normally, no two aspiring riders took their journey to Dragon's Peak at the same time, but she couldn't help but worry that someone would see her and tell on her. Because she didn't have permission. Her parents that she lived with were both elves, only her mother being a shifter like she, and her father would absolutely not allow a shifter to be a rider. What a disgrace to the rider allegiance! Shifters should not be riders. They were to be regarded as animals and nothing more. Calypso's father did not know that her mother was one of these things he called animals until Calypso herself had been born and found her shift.
And so she climbed, in her maned wolf shift, up the three-thousand steps to the famed Dragon's Peak. She didn't know what was up there; no one had ever told her. She tried to imagine it. Would there be elder dragons that would hand her an egg as soon as she arrived on the top step? Or would there be an egg waiting there without anything or anyone to accompany it? Calypso's imagination ran wild as she climbed the steps on all four of her black-furred paws. If there were dragons up there... This would be her first time even seeing a dragon face to face. She'd seen them from afar before, in the sky with their riders. But she'd never seen one close enough to make out any detail. She would hardly know what they looked like if the elves in her hometown didn't draw and paint pictures of them for celebration. The people just loved dragons.
It was getting a bit tiring a little more than halfway up the steps, and Calypso's keen nose smelled something odd in the air. It smelled like... another canid animal. That couldn't be good. Animals alike to her shift didn't tend to be too nice to intruders on their territory. Keeping her eyes peeled, Calypso trudged on, sniffing around every piece of underbrush briefly for a sign of something. Then suddenly from nowhere, a red fox leaped toward her in a fit of growls, and their furry bodies collided in a frenzy of snarls, teeth and claws. Calypso knew to go straight for the neck, but she didn't want to kill this poor animal, so a swift bite to the front foot was executed, which sent the fox yelping and limping away. A slight smirk rode on Calypso's face the rest of the way to the top.
Finally, when she felt that her long, fox-like legs couldn't take one more step, she hit leveled-out ground. Calypso looked up in surprise, and the seemingly bare peak of the moutain. It held a few piles of rocks, a few ponds, and a few trees, but overall, was not as grand as she had expected. Shifting back into her beautiful elven form, she took a look around and pushed her copper hair behind her pointed ears. "Hello?" she called, taking a few steps forward onto the peak. Was there even anyone or anything here that would grant her an egg? "I've come to be a dragon rider!" she shouted into the silence. This moment would change her life forever, she could feel it. There was no going back now. |
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Post by THE SPIRITS on Jan 29, 2012 20:24:09 GMT -5
THE SPIRITS HAVE HEARD YOUR CALL. A breeze circulates around the mountain peak, blowing tall grass to the side to reveal an egg hidden among a clump.  The egg is smooth and surprisingly light, the color of the sky with lavender spots on one side.
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