THE 25th CENTURY RAPTORESS
Nalor's Fall 1 : Seeking
Reflexively, she squeezed them shut again. The scream never left her throat, as she'd quickly noticed that that would have the same effect ... just in her airpipe.
She shivered.
Something cold crept along her shoulder, then seemed to dig into her skin... she yelped, regretting that loud sound instantly and reverting it to a whimper.
"Shhht, damn." the other dragon said, letting go of her shoulder again. A pause as she slowly calmed down. "I'm glad you woke up..." he added. "I thought you were going to bite the dust before you had a chance to drink an antidote."
Katy didn't move. She wanted to nod, but every bone hurt and she didn't want to hurt. "I... I... I..." she finally managed to softly stammer. And stopped. No. There was no point. He seemed to know perfectly what she needed. A yes was only to confirm she wanted to live and he looked like he knew that was her wish.
Something even colder touched her thin reptilian lips. She supressed a wince, but her shape twitched briefly.
"Shht." he urged her again. "Drink, alright? It should help."
She didn't know why she trusted him. But right now, it diddn't seem like she had anything to lose. At the same time she realized there was no controll. She'd lost any ability to steer her bodies actions.
Thinking hurt.
Head throbbing, she let the icy liquid run down her throat, almost like a knife. It finally dawned to her she was so warm, not the drink cold... hadn't she noticed that already? Had she forgotten briefly? Or for a longer time?
The terrible pain vanished and her lips whafted with warmth again. 'Oh, please let this work...' she begged in her head. 'Please...'
*
On the top of Nalor, Seth sat, looking down through the tranparent crystal perimeter. He could shatter this in a second. Less than. But why spoil the fun?
He smirked. The orb seem splattered with dark patches. The Sethian demonoids were doing a good job tearing the hull apart. The fun part was going to be when he made them vanish and brought in his real warriors.
Who cared about Katyrrinha? She was going to die soon, she was poisoned. Even if she would survive, it would be too late to do anything. Then again, she didn't know why he hunted her either.
He wanted Nalor down. That was all, at this point in time. No personal hunts. No big toying around. Showdown.
Matja'ar slinked up behind him. Without moving, Seth waited, motionless, nothing but his draconian tail flicking, restlessly, as he stared into another direction.
Matja'ar swiftly aimed for the back of Seth's neck, but almost without twitching, Seth nilled even the beginning of the attempt with a blast of psi.
The dragon slithered over the rough surface of nalor's ceiling crystals. "Ouch..." he complained.
"You've slowed." Seth smirked. "Come here." he smiled, snout motioning the red to pad over. Matja'ar nodded and did. Seth placed an arm around his shape. "You're going to have fun taking this place apart, right?" Seth asked.
TjA grinned and nodded.
"Good." Seth nodded, then resumed watching the demonoids.
*
S'thkara clung to the underside of the ceiling, shape shifted out of phase, watching the happenings in the third dimension she was partially in. Her eyes narrowed. Nalor was going to lose this battle.
She snorted briefly, phased out completely and let go... falling through Nalor, it's residents and anything else that lacked matter outside the third dimensional world... her head snapped aside as she saw two spots in her current dimension.
Blinking, she nearly forgot to phase back in. Quickly, she caught up with herself and swirled around, flicking her phasedoutwings open and shimmering back into the third dimension, then divebombing down to the house near Kyor.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she yelled down, loud.
Her silver scales reflected the light mirror like as she impacted on the ground, phased out enough not to break her bones. She uffed and uncurled, having been wedged into a meteorite form ... spherical.
She shook herself, then darted inside. She had more chances of getting help here, she decided, than within Kyor. Most on Kyor wee still struck by the legends and the witnesses of the destruction of their home.
Aside from her white belly being covered in soft downy feathers and being splattered by blue cheetah patterned spots, more densly in the middle and her tail tip being hugged by a spadeshaped fan of long, curving and not at all soft, she was perfectly normal shaped. Seven meters and a few squashed inches more long, the membrane of her wings never quite had returned to the three dimensional world - this was a fact since she had done her first phasing - and was therefore transparent.
Blue eyes gazed at those within the house they could spot. No one, that was. She snorted briefly, then decided to be reckless. "WAKE UP IOF ANYONE IS HERE!!! PLEASE!" she yelled, digging her claws into the ground in anxiety and near-fear.