Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-11-29 23:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: daniel dyami, location: by the ocean, location: the woods |
Thread: Cliff Sharing
WHO: Daniel & Ashton
WHEN: The night after THIS.
WHERE: The cliffs
Ashton was unhappy about this entire situation. Barclay had given him some things to think about when he'd come to his witch in a huffing rage about the fact that a were, of all races, would be invading his territory and not only invading, but being allowed to, encouraged to, by Ms. Menides and the rest of the staff who Ashton had to answer to. Ashton had alternated between being angry that Daniel presumed to think he had a right to the cliffs and being angry that the cliffs, in all reality, didn't belong to him, either. He'd fought for those cliffs, kept human outsiders from using them as a vantage point to spy on the school, and had kept enough faith in them being his that he'd even stashed his most precious possessions inside. His gold.
Ashton was finicky when it came to his lair. He didn't like anyone knowing where it was and spent a great deal of time every night before flying back to the Academy to cover the entrance just so, enough to be camouflaged from an observer. Ambriel had almost found it, and chances were with an eagle making the cliffs his regular resting spot, it would only be a matter of time. Ashton had already taken matters into his own hands - and talons. Ms. Hallowfen's ward was still active on the area surrounding his lair and would trigger if anyone came too close.
For now, he and Daniel were making passes on the cliffs, using the wind currents that came from the ocean and up off the sheer rock face to carry them. Ashton was still an adolescent in terms of dragon growth and maturity, but blacks were still some of the largest dragon types that had not yet gone extinct. His wingspan stretched for 30 feet and the delicate looking membranes were filled with air as he glided effortlessly. A long neck covered in black scales turned so he could glance at the golden eagle. Ashton was still uncertain of what he thought of Daniel, but he didn't want the boy dead. He reluctantly pulled out of the glide and arched his sleek form at the cliff wall, catching the air with strong movements of his wings as obsidian talons reached out and grabbed onto the rock, digging into the stone for a tight hold.
Then the wings folded down and he climbed some, grumbling to himself as the bright fire in his throat burned hotter at the passing of oxygen over the glands. This part of the cliffs was distanced from his lair entrance and Ashton had reluctantly decided that he could stand to let the eagle build a nest there and come and go as he pleased without interfering. Though, what a single male eagle needed a nest for, Ashton didn't know. Perhaps the males of the species of animals were the ones who built the nests that the females then populated with their eggs. He mused over those thoughts some as the hard and warm tip of his nose came up over the lip to a ledge he knew was there. One that was a good size, even containing an area that was protected from the buffeting winds and snow.
Ashton didn't move his long serpent body onto this ledge, already having surrendered it in his mind to the eagle. He hung from the cliff, scales pressed close to the rock and looking like a big long shadow more than a monster of death and destruction. He shifted a glance at the bird, silver eyes scrutinizing. "Well?"