Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-04-10 19:22:00 |
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Thread: Fevered Rage
WHO: Celebrimbor (Ashton Hartley) & OPEN to all
WHEN: Friday, April 10th - sundown
WHERE: Hydra dorms, outside around the castle
NPCs: Kiakos Pheres
Ashton was dreaming. His gold surrounded him, trinkets and coins of all sizes and shapes glowing yellow and glorious in its place. All his. The gold of his sire and dam, grandsire and damsire, as far back into the centuries upon centuries that his black dragon line continued, unbroken, collected around him. He was safe here. Secure. His love for his gold was utterly satisfied because no one, absolutely no one, could touch it.
A ripple of disturbance cut through the pleasant feeling and Ashton, in reality laying in his bed, shifted under the covers with a low growling sound in his chest. Brows furrowing, Ashton felt it more than he could see it. Someone was there. Someone was in his lair, filling their pockets with his gold, and they were getting away with it. In the dream, Ashton went searching, fire in his throat to flame the thief, and his dream tipped again. When the dragon turned around, his gold was gone. The lair was empty.
A roar shook the walls of Hydra dorm as Ashton, now transformed into his true form of ebony scales and flashing silver eyes, erupted from the bed and found himself trapped in the small dorm room. With a fever that still kept his consciousness confused and in an agitated fury, Ashton breathed fire. The outside wall of his dorm room erupted with flame and the black beast emerged from the gaping hole he created, crawling with terrible claws gripping the walls with deep gouges.
The low hanging sun showed the dragon make his way to the roof of Hydra, wings spreading once he gained the top and another roar trumpeting from his throat. The sound carried for miles, heard all the way to Camden. Students in the courtyard scattered, ducking for cover as a stream of fire lit the grounds up like high noon.
His gold. He could feel it getting further and further away from him.
Shiny obsidian talons dug and tore into the stone walls of Hydra, searching, scanning, sniffing. Another wall was torn down before Celebrimbor heard something - the echo of his own sounds reverberating back to him - coming from the tallest tower of the castle.
THERE!
With a strong beat of his wings, the dragon leaped off the crumbling roof and took to the sky, circling only once with a challenging roar before he dove down and collided with the tower.
It was inside. The thief was inside.
Celebrimbor's tail smashed down, crashing into the tower and breaking stone and glass from the arched window. The weight of the dragon was making the tower buckle as the support structure became compromised under tearing talons and crushing spikes. Celebrimbor inhaled to breathe flame that would fill the tower and the hallways it attached to with flame -- and then he heard a voice down below.
Mr. Pheres had emerged from the infirmary in time to see the dragon pass overhead and collide with the tower. The centaur had recognized the signs of Ashton's sickness these past few weeks and had been taking note as the dragon had gradually worsened. He was prepared for something like this to happen.
Standing like one of his ancestors of lore off the side of a Grecian vase, Kiakos held a spear, arm flexed, and taunted the winged serpent with a shouted battle cry. It worked, catching Celebrimbor's attention, causing a narrowing of shining eyes, and the black beast roared back before diving at him. With black wings tucked tightly against his sides, Celebrimbor's descent was quick as a shadow, his intake of breath releasing a stream of fire that didn't just burn the ground where Kiakos was standing, but turned it into blackened char.
The centaur had dodged. In a move that was almost too quick to follow, the centaur swung around, spear up, and stabbed it into the open mouth of the dragon until it pierced the beast's tongue and inner cheek. The sharp tip was covered with a powerful sedative he'd prepared for just this type of scenario. It was an unfortunate necessity to use the spear. How else to administer the dosage to a raging dragon with impenetrable scales all over his body but to pierce him in the soft mouth?
Celebrimbor skidded onto the ground with a sharp sound of pain at the sting. His jaws snapped shut, just missing chomping down on the horseman, and the spear shaft broke apart, leaving the tip embedded in his tongue. Kiakos moved quickly as the dragon opened his maw to flame again, all but tackling the head to pin it to the ground and let the drug work.
Enraged, panicked, and even a bit frightened, the young dragon gathered himself to throw the centaur off of him, but the sedative did its work. Ashton's flared sharp spikes sagged some, his wings falling in uneven sheets along the ground, and he gave a piteous last effort to rise, to fight, to survive. Then the sick dragon fell into a drugged slumber, breathing hot brimstone stoked air from his nostrils.
"I believe it's time to call his Keeper in," Kiakos said tensely to the other staff members who had come to assist.
The west side of Hydra dorms was in shambles. The tower Ashton had attacked was precariously still standing, but bound to topple over in a crumble any moment.