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“I come in peace as a friend, great dr- agon. I’ve heard stories of you---I am stuck in this form as a human and u- nable to regain my scales and claws. I seek any light you may be able to she- d on me being able to regain my natu- ral form.”
I am going to be dropping all threads and rebooting this blog, so like for a starter!
Open- Just leave me..//Murtagh
“If you decide it wont happen than it wont. Fight. Survive. If not for yourself, than for Thorn. Well possible to survive it, more often than not the death of his or her rider will cause a grief so terrible that the dragon will die. Don’t cause that to him because your past makes you less inclined to fight —-live for the sake of those who would be affected by your death if nothing else.”
Her words were a bit more forceful that most would use towards someone in the shape he was, but the situation called for it. She would not leave Murtagh here, and she would not let herself die either. The one and only choice was for the both of them to escape, and she would do everything in her power to make sure that that happened.
“I know.. I dont want that to happen to Thorn. But I’m so sick and your human now and I dont see a way out, I cant even defend us right now.” He was very feverish. He tried to walk. He wasnt sure if there was a way out. He closed his eyes. He knew that him and Thorn were wanted dead anyway.
Saphira practically bristled at the comment, she knew that he could not fight in this state and did not expect him to. Her human form was what had allowed her to be able to get to him, in this one instance it was a great advantage. But the idea that she could not defend herself and him? She felt insulted to say the least, and she would never admit that her ego took a bit of a blow from the statement.
“I am perfectly well and capable of defending myself! And if you can not walk I will carry you out myself, I am not helpless–nor would my dignity allow me to let you defend me! You will stay alive for as long as humanly feasible and not give up, my wrath is not something that you want to see.”
With that the human formed dragoness released him from her hold, disappearing around a corner for a moment before reappearing holding the knife that had been at her waist.
“This hall is clear and Fírnen is waiting. Do I need to carry you?”
The green dragon had refused to stay behind when Saphira had decided to go, and though she was touched that even in this form he cared for her; and glade for the ability of flight to get to where Murtagh was? She did not feel comfortable leaving him alone for to long so close to a hostile force.
The rider was very very tired. He wanted to collaspe and lay down. He would have stayed on the ground had Saphira not lended her strength. He still felt awful and he shivered as he walked. Murtagh didnt say much for awhile. He just walked and tried to ingore his churning stomach and aching head. He was looking paler and he coughed a few times more. “I am fine.”
Saphira wished that she could do something to help him make it through, if only she could use magic. But she was a dragon and they couldn’t control their magic…except…right now she wasn’t. Maybe she could manage something, but she had never been trained in spell weaving. She’d have to remember Eragon’s lesson’s with Oromis if she was going to do this, and so she moved behind Murtagh and laid her hands on his back.
“Stop for a moment!”
After telling him as much she let energy drain towards her fingers, letting the words of a spell she remembered Eragon studying fall off her tong. It wouldn’t necessarily heal him, but one was a spell meant to slow wounds and one for slowing poison’s. That accompanied with the energy she could lend him should make getting out easier. If it managed to work.
To be entirely honest, Saphira didn’t see much off with the other physically. Though she could tell them apart well enough, those who had human type appearances always looked and seemed a bit strange to her no matter the situation.
❝ Another Planet ? ❞
It was more said to herself than to him as she pondered what he had said, though she found it hard to believe she supposed it wasn’t impossible. There was much in the world that was unexplainable after all, even taking into account magic. Spirits would be one example of this.
“That’s a hardly believable statement, but believable none the less Strange One. My name is Saphira, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The Master was looking at her"I am Koschei its not my real name but its what I went by when young, the name I used alot as an adult no longer fits and my real name I dont use time lords prefer not to use thier real names,“
“Well then that is something we both share, I haven’t given you my true name either. Names have power, and it’s not a kind that I am willing to give to a stranger. Or anyone other than my Rider.”
After she referred to Eragon as her Rider, she realized how strange it would sound to someone who did not know her or know of the predicament that she was in. But either way she didn’t care. In her mind it should be obvious that this wasn’t her true form, even if that wasn’t the case.
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Saphira made her way through the field she was in, keeping a close watch on the young wild dragon’s who were milling their way about it. Honestly she did her best not to talk to them in common or elven speak, she hopped that these Dragon’s would communicate in the same way as wild dragons of old did. Before their destruction. And so she tried to leave communicating with them to the Eldunarí of the Wild Dragon’s that they had found in the Vault of Souls. When she spotted a purple female who had managed to gain flight for a moment however she spoke to her.
“Samera! Your wings are not strong enough yet!”
She called to the hatching with both her mind and voice, off after the dragon who was merely weeks old. She should have known better, she knew first hand how stubborn even young female dragons were! But she ran after her non the less, managing to catch her as she fell from the sky nearly a mile from where she had taken off. Her wing had torn a bit towards the end and the muscles were no doubt
“Little one, you need to be more careful! What would your sire think if he were to hear of this?”
She spoke of the young dragon’s Sire and not her Dame for the simple fact that her Sire’s Eldunarí was back at the camp, where as her Dame’s was not. As she began the process of trying to repair her wings with magic she tensed slightly, she had only just finished tending the open wound and had not yet gotten to trying to alleviate the pain in her muscles. But she could sense another near by, and so she stood with Samera in her arms, pulling the cloak she had on around her front to cover the dragon that was at this point about the size of a medium sized dog.
“Who is there!? State your business or feel my wrath!”
@fyrn
Saphira was uncomfortable with the looks that she could feel coming from the elves, normally she would relish in their attention to her. But in this form their looks just made her feel self-conscious and as if something was wrong with her. And so she made her way to Arya’s work space, taking solace in the knowledge that Fírnen was out hunting and would not be there.
“Arya, your not to busy for company I assume?”
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“I’m sorry, but I must go now. It is not comfortable being near my own kind in this form.”
Thorn was finding it very hard to not laugh, expecially seeing the other dragon in human form. He was sitting with his wings folded back. “Mmm didnt think Eragon was such a failure with his spells?”
“I may be in a small form, but I can assure you that my temper is just as large as it was. Laughing at me in this predicament will not be smart on your part Thorn, not in the least.”
Thorn was looking at her, he was still rather amused by it all. He knew she was rather vain as it was with out all this.
She was very vain, there was no denying it even if she wanted to. Pride in her appearance was a very serious thing to her! She was the last of the female dragons when she hatched after all, she needed to present herself appropriately. And she did it so naturally!
“If you have the time to judge the actions of my rider than perhaps you’ve come up with a solution to this situation yourself? If you think it so easy wielding magic than perhaps you can return my wings and scales and teeth back to me, and then see how willing you are to laugh at my misfortune when you feel the snap of my teeth.”
@otherfandomsilove
“I’m sorry, but I must go now. It is not comfortable being near my own kind in this form.”
Thorn was finding it very hard to not laugh, expecially seeing the other dragon in human form. He was sitting with his wings folded back. “Mmm didnt think Eragon was such a failure with his spells?”
“I may be in a small form, but I can assure you that my temper is just as large as it was. Laughing at me in this predicament will not be smart on your part Thorn, not in the least.”
@otherfandomsilove
“I’m sorry, but I must go now. It is not comfortable being near my own kind in this form.”
To be entirely honest, Saphira didn’t see much off with the other physically. Though she could tell them apart well enough, those who had human type appearances always looked and seemed a bit strange to her no matter the situation.
❝ Another Planet ? ❞
It was more said to herself than to him as she pondered what he had said, though she found it hard to believe she supposed it wasn’t impossible. There was much in the world that was unexplainable after all, even taking into account magic. Spirits would be one example of this.
“That’s a hardly believable statement, but believable none the less Strange One. My name is Saphira, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I will always defend Murtagh and Thorn in the inhertiance cycle
I dont think they would have had a choice And hurts that they ended up secluded D:
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Saphira and Eragon had been in this realm for a long while now, nearly a year. And though her curiosity had been brimming before, they had had to work on building a settlement so that it would be safe for the egg’s to hatch. Though they had yet to finish and the first of the eggs had yet to hatch, they were nearly done. And so she had decided to explore--though it would have been much easier just a few months earlier before the unfortunate accident that changed her into this form. Oh how she missed being able to fly! Navigating from the ground was so much more difficult, and now she was lost.
The tree’s seemed to get darker as she traveled farther into them, and she could see the spiders in the trees--though she was sure they didn’t realize that she could. When one tried to dive at her from the trees however she lashed out with her mind, feeling the darkness inside of it and she pushed it back on a path towards it’s brethren. She then released her hold on the creature and darted off in a sprint, headed towards where she could feel the minds of a large group that was not the dark creatures of this wood. When she reached a large gate in the side of a mountain she slammed her fist on the door once before bellowing out asking for sanctuary.
“I come in peace and friendship! Grant me sanctuary from these beast for I can not destroy them all with this form”
Heacanons: #2 - Weapons
During the first few months of being human Saphira wields a simple set of long knives, which she became fairly proficient in. Eventually however, a nostalgic longing of her old form and way of fighting pushed her to ask that a weapon made just for her be made. A pair of glove type claws that could easily fit over her hand, though she rarely would wear both unless fighting was expected--one was normally kept in a small sack strapped to her waist. The weapons were forged with brightsteel and matched the color her scales had been and hair now was, meaning hay it also matched Eragon's sword Brisingr. She still however kept her knife strapped to her opposite hip just encase they were needed.
Open- Just leave me..//Murtagh
“If you decide it wont happen than it wont. Fight. Survive. If not for yourself, than for Thorn. Well possible to survive it, more often than not the death of his or her rider will cause a grief so terrible that the dragon will die. Don’t cause that to him because your past makes you less inclined to fight —-live for the sake of those who would be affected by your death if nothing else.”
Her words were a bit more forceful that most would use towards someone in the shape he was, but the situation called for it. She would not leave Murtagh here, and she would not let herself die either. The one and only choice was for the both of them to escape, and she would do everything in her power to make sure that that happened.
“I know.. I dont want that to happen to Thorn. But I’m so sick and your human now and I dont see a way out, I cant even defend us right now.” He was very feverish. He tried to walk. He wasnt sure if there was a way out. He closed his eyes. He knew that him and Thorn were wanted dead anyway.
Saphira practically bristled at the comment, she knew that he could not fight in this state and did not expect him to. Her human form was what had allowed her to be able to get to him, in this one instance it was a great advantage. But the idea that she could not defend herself and him? She felt insulted to say the least, and she would never admit that her ego took a bit of a blow from the statement.
“I am perfectly well and capable of defending myself! And if you can not walk I will carry you out myself, I am not helpless--nor would my dignity allow me to let you defend me! You will stay alive for as long as humanly feasible and not give up, my wrath is not something that you want to see.”
With that the human formed dragoness released him from her hold, disappearing around a corner for a moment before reappearing holding the knife that had been at her waist.
“This hall is clear and Fírnen is waiting. Do I need to carry you?”
The green dragon had refused to stay behind when Saphira had decided to go, and though she was touched that even in this form he cared for her; and glade for the ability of flight to get to where Murtagh was? She did not feel comfortable leaving him alone for to long so close to a hostile force.
I’m a boss ass bitch plays in the background as Saphira kill’s the Association Pres with little effort bc she’s a mother freakin dRAGON
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u can unbutton ur jeans and no one will know
disadvantages to wearing oversized sweaters:
Guys think they’re totally not cute lol
the day i dress for a man is the day they dress me in my coffin to see jesus
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“This form may seem beautiful to you, but my original one is so much grander! Granted I would look beautiful in any form, but I miss my magnificent bright blue scales, my deathly teeth and claws--My wings and my magnificent blue fire breath! Most of all I miss the blue in my vision though, if entirely honest. All of these different colors make my head hurt.”
