Vidar | District 7 | Guardian | Ice
@kijauni (Vidar will leave shortly because of the future events that partake, but I feel like I want to wrap this up properly)
With a drowsy snort, Vidar stirred from his unconscious state. His muscles ached, and he remembered the vegetation that had entrapped him from escaping from the trap. He lashed out suddenly with his claws as his eyes snapped open. Surprised, the Guardian looked down at his limbs, only to see that they were free. Moreover, he was in a different spot from the last time he passed out. Someone had moved him.
Someone? Vidar immediately got up to his feet, his head whipping to the stranger who had been watching him. A menacing snarl ripped through his throat and his icy eyes glared at the dragon, assessing the threat. It was a Skydancer, no doubt, a smaller breed than his. The most prominent features on this Skydancer was his clear, Plague-like appearance, and indeed, he was one. It was no wonder he was able to set up a trap so readily. Why else would he be watching him so coincidentally here? However, he realized that if he were standing here on his four feet, that meant the Skydancer had chosen not to kill him, nor to take anything. He didn’t wake up here on his own accord, either. He must have somehow pulled him up here with his small body, and waited for him to wake.
“You there,” Vidar growled. “Did you pull me out? Why did you spare me? You could have eliminated a potential enemy when you had the chance.”
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@Lednik (I’m okay with you responding or not responding to today’s event. Sorry for controlling your dragon for a bit! It would be too long before the next event, otherwise.)
Before he even knew it, he was in a battle with a dragon. By chance, they had crossed paths—-their eyes had met—-and without a warning, both of them had prepared their battle stances. Vidar sensed that this Guardian was aiming to kill him. The moment she had opened her mouth to leave a stinging comments with her major bluntness, he had lost his cool. He wouldn’t mind killing someone who provoked him without a thought, be it by word of mouth or slashing claws.
She had started with firing bolts at Vidar, from which he dodged, a couple of them nicking his fins. Once he got close enough, he unsheathed his cleaver from his belt, swinging in a wide arc. However, his weapon was stopped abruptly by the axe blades she had produced. Now locked against one another, each dragon struggled to gain the upper hand, raw Guardian power pulsing through their muscles and into their blades, arms trembling and straining, as they pushed against each other, glaring a challenge into each other’s eyes.
Both Vidar and the other Guardian battled each other with relentless and brutal strength, clashing blades. His opponent was stronger than he had expected, at least, in the close range—but he eventually overpowered her and brought his opponent down to the ground, his cleaver to her neck.
Vidar stood over her, his chest heaving. He had no idea how long they had fought, but it was a strenuous fight. Nevertheless, he felt something else on top of that. His heart was beating rapidly not just from exhaustion. Blood was flowing through his body, lively as ever. And there he remembered the feeling—-excitement. It was a long time since he’d had this feeling while fighting a dragon. Ganix, the lead warrior of his Clan, was the last one that had made him feel like this. To feel like he was alive.
In the end, when Vidar looked at the Guardian below him, in her eyes—-he knew. She was fighting for someone. Despite her demeanor that had radiated hostility and coldness at first, just like him, he realized there was more to her. Just like there was more to him.
The black Guardian stepped off her, sheathing his cleaver back onto his belt. Not much blood was shed, despite this battle, although it could turn out for the better the none were hurt badly.
“I feel something from you,” Vidar rumbled. “Something that preventing me from killing you. Perhaps the next time we meet, we will have to kill each other. But for now… I take my leave.”
@kijauni (Vidar will leave shortly because of the future events that partake, but I feel like I want to wrap this up properly)
With a drowsy snort, Vidar stirred from his unconscious state. His muscles ached, and he remembered the vegetation that had entrapped him from escaping from the trap. He lashed out suddenly with his claws as his eyes snapped open. Surprised, the Guardian looked down at his limbs, only to see that they were free. Moreover, he was in a different spot from the last time he passed out. Someone had moved him.
Someone? Vidar immediately got up to his feet, his head whipping to the stranger who had been watching him. A menacing snarl ripped through his throat and his icy eyes glared at the dragon, assessing the threat. It was a Skydancer, no doubt, a smaller breed than his. The most prominent features on this Skydancer was his clear, Plague-like appearance, and indeed, he was one. It was no wonder he was able to set up a trap so readily. Why else would he be watching him so coincidentally here? However, he realized that if he were standing here on his four feet, that meant the Skydancer had chosen not to kill him, nor to take anything. He didn’t wake up here on his own accord, either. He must have somehow pulled him up here with his small body, and waited for him to wake.
“You there,” Vidar growled. “Did you pull me out? Why did you spare me? You could have eliminated a potential enemy when you had the chance.”
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@Lednik (I’m okay with you responding or not responding to today’s event. Sorry for controlling your dragon for a bit! It would be too long before the next event, otherwise.)
Before he even knew it, he was in a battle with a dragon. By chance, they had crossed paths—-their eyes had met—-and without a warning, both of them had prepared their battle stances. Vidar sensed that this Guardian was aiming to kill him. The moment she had opened her mouth to leave a stinging comments with her major bluntness, he had lost his cool. He wouldn’t mind killing someone who provoked him without a thought, be it by word of mouth or slashing claws.
She had started with firing bolts at Vidar, from which he dodged, a couple of them nicking his fins. Once he got close enough, he unsheathed his cleaver from his belt, swinging in a wide arc. However, his weapon was stopped abruptly by the axe blades she had produced. Now locked against one another, each dragon struggled to gain the upper hand, raw Guardian power pulsing through their muscles and into their blades, arms trembling and straining, as they pushed against each other, glaring a challenge into each other’s eyes.
Both Vidar and the other Guardian battled each other with relentless and brutal strength, clashing blades. His opponent was stronger than he had expected, at least, in the close range—but he eventually overpowered her and brought his opponent down to the ground, his cleaver to her neck.
Vidar stood over her, his chest heaving. He had no idea how long they had fought, but it was a strenuous fight. Nevertheless, he felt something else on top of that. His heart was beating rapidly not just from exhaustion. Blood was flowing through his body, lively as ever. And there he remembered the feeling—-excitement. It was a long time since he’d had this feeling while fighting a dragon. Ganix, the lead warrior of his Clan, was the last one that had made him feel like this. To feel like he was alive.
In the end, when Vidar looked at the Guardian below him, in her eyes—-he knew. She was fighting for someone. Despite her demeanor that had radiated hostility and coldness at first, just like him, he realized there was more to her. Just like there was more to him.
The black Guardian stepped off her, sheathing his cleaver back onto his belt. Not much blood was shed, despite this battle, although it could turn out for the better the none were hurt badly.
“I feel something from you,” Vidar rumbled. “Something that preventing me from killing you. Perhaps the next time we meet, we will have to kill each other. But for now… I take my leave.”
