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Post by Behax on Jun 29, 2015 21:27:20 GMT
Stark blinked in surprise, he'd never really thought about it like that, but he supposed it was true once he did start thinking about it. Though when he said he'd never performed a binding before, Stark felt a little uncertain. His power had been strong and completely out of control as a child, he'd hate to think what it would be like with no kind of limiter on it now. The thought of what could happen if something went wrong terrified him, and it was starting to show, the air around them starting to turn cold, despite the closeness to the fire.
He was only momentarily distracted when Dynas mentioned someone called 'Decian,' it wasn't difficult to work out that it was probably the name of another dragon. More giant lizards, great.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 29, 2015 21:33:05 GMT
The two said their goodbyes and the fire settled back down to a pleasantly crackling orange with very little fanfare. Dynas stood and stretched, his hands planted on his lower back as he arched it until it popped loudly and he let out a satisfied grunt. His coat soon found itself tossed onto a peg on the back of the door, and his shirt followed shortly after to land on the floor.
Apparently, wielding a massive greatsword and riding dragons all day gave you some /really/ nice muscles. Like, really nice. They'd probably be even nicer if they weren't criss-crossed with scars. His arms mostly sported small nicks and marks, and there were a few across his abdomen including something that looked like an arrow had hit him, but his chest was marred by a massive, knotted gash that extended from his shoulder across to the opposite pectoral, and when he turned to run his hands through his hair and force it into something vaguely resembling order he revealed a back that was more scar tissue than skin, straight lines overlapping and occasionally interrupted by a shiny burn scar. Dynas, however, appeared utterly unaware of his mangled body. Or at least, he was long past caring.
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Post by Behax on Jun 29, 2015 22:05:19 GMT
When the discussion seemed to be over, Stark stood back up stretching as well. He lent pretty far back as he stretched his back. He wasn't just lean he was pretty lithe as well....Though that was pretty standard among elf kind. He sat back down on his bed, and began unlacing and loosening his boots, enough so that he could get them off. It felt like days...Probably had been. It wasn't exactly smart to take your boots off in the snow, even for him. He pulled his socks off as well,and wiggled his toes, free at last. There were even blue rings from his markings on his toes, the markings really did go all the way down to his toes.
When he finally looked up he was in for a surprise. He hadn't noticed Dynas undressing so it was a small shock to his system, when there was suddenly all the muscles on display. Though it only took him seconds to notice how marred his skin was with scars. He frowned a little, he guessed his life had been no picnic either. When he turned around, it was even more shocking and Stark found himself wondering how someone got hurt that bad. He had some of his own scars sure, but nothing comparable with what littered Dynas' skin.
He shook his head, it wasn't his business, and he shouldn't stare. He pulled his own shirt off, underneath he wore a thing sleeveless tunic, leaving his arms and hands bare. There were runes and markings all the way from his shoulders to his fingers. The marks on his skin weren't just wrong, they were excessive. He didn't take off his trousers, mostly because having too much of his own skin on show tended to make him feel exposed, and it already sounded like everyone would be getting good look the next day.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 30, 2015 6:27:55 GMT
Dynas at least left his trousers on. There were more scars under there, but it wasn't appropriate to reveal th em to someone he'd only just met who hadn't asked for it. He kicked his boots off and pulled a map from his bag, then flopped down onto his bed to a creak of springs to consult it. He was quiet for a while, lost in either slightly drunk thought or consultation with his dragon, his lips moving silently now and again, and then eventually spoke. "Bane reckons it'll take us three days t'get to where Sarrah is if we fly flat out, 'n' he can manage that kinda pace fer that long. Woulda found someone closer, but he's the best. Saved my life gods know how many times."
Hopefully Stark wouldn't react badly to him. Sarrah's kind weren't exactly well-trusted in general, they had a bad reputation that was thoroughly undeserved. The Rider's eyes wandered over Stark's marks, and he shook his head. "Fuck. I couldn't see it before, but now he's pointed it out... fuck. Those just look nasty."
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Post by Behax on Jun 30, 2015 16:53:56 GMT
Stark was thankful for that at least, if the guy stripped all the way down, he'd be pretty uncomfortable. While Dynas settled down with his map, Stark dug out a book from his own belongings. He sat on the edge of his bed as he read, the book book itself was tattered and worn, the title had even peeled off the cover. Either he'd gotten it second hand or simply had it a long time. He looked up when the other man started speaking again. Three days? It must be pretty far then, he found himself thinking......Then he frowned, at least three days riding on the back of a dragon.....Great. He didn't ask if they could make the journey any shorter, he knew how unfair that was, as someone who travelled a lot himself. Sometimes getting somewhere just took time. Besides, he'd rather their method of transport not fall from the sky out of exhaustion.
He went back to reading before Dynas observation pulled him back from his page, he looked like he was going to say something, but he didn't actually know what to say to that. He hadn't know what to say to Sarrah when he commented on it either. He hadn't known what was done to him to be so wrong, he just knew how it felt to live with it.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 30, 2015 17:07:53 GMT
He watched him for a moment, then sighed. "I've seen some fucked up shit, kid. They ain't the worst thing, but I can't imagine they're nice ta have on yer body." He continued, folding up the map and relaxing back on the bed with a muffled yawn. "Yer not feelin' inclined ta kill me in my sleep, yeah? Might turn in, the sooner we can leave in the mornin' the better." He wasn't inclined to wrangle with a bunch of civilians before Bane could take off.
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Post by Behax on Jun 30, 2015 17:40:24 GMT
Stark thought for a moment, about how to describe how it actually felt. "It's like...Having a constant pressure, pressing in on you. Even when my powers aren't acting up, it's constant. And when things get out of control...It's suffocating." That was the best way he could put it into words, it smothered him. Even if he could physically breath, it felt like he couldn't, and the panic from that feeling just made it all worse. He frowned at Dynas' question, if it was a joke Stark didn't find it funny. "Not unless you give me a reason to," he said bluntly as he put his book down. If Dynas wanted to sleep, he might as well go to sleep too. He didn't exactly want to have to deal with a crowd of people either.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 30, 2015 19:00:15 GMT
It was sort of a joke, but it wouldn't be the first time someone had tried tos traight up murder him. "Then I'll stay way over here. Doncha worry, I'm a dick but I ain't that much of a dick." He said, shuffling under the thick blanket and rolling over so his back was to Stark. Stupid, perhaps, but the display of trust might win him some in return. "Yer safe here. Bane's on watch outside 'n' I ain't gonna do anythin' to ya."
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Post by Behax on Jun 30, 2015 19:23:57 GMT
From where he was Stark doubted he could even grab something to attack him with, without him straight up noticing unless he was a very heavy sleeper. Well strictly that wasn't true...There was a knife strapped inside of one of his boots, couldn't use a bow for everything, but still he'd have to get to it first. Dynas' words meant little, in contrast to his actions. Given how scared his back was, it must have made Dynas feel vulnerable to leave it exposed.
Stark slid under his own covers, laying on his back, as opposed to his side. He closed his eyes, and despite his constant wariness fell asleep easily. After that long, exhausting, and unnerving flight, his body was ready to just rest. For the most part his sleep was dreamless, but his anxiety always caught up with him eventually, especially when he found himself in situations he wasn't comfortable with. By the morning there was a thin later of frost creeping over his covers, though it wasn't as bad as in the cave the previous morning.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 30, 2015 19:40:24 GMT
Dynas, for the most part, slept like the dead. By morning he was sprawled on his stomach, one arm wrapped around a pillow that had his face buried in it, and the other hanging off the side of the bed. Having a dragon as a brain-buddy tended to make you a little more confident of your own safety, and honestly he didn't expect Stark to attack him. He didn't trust him as such, not entirely, but he didn't see the monster that so many seemed to. He saw a scared young man who needed help, and he was going to offer him that, not the hostility he seemed to ahve come to expect.
He woke the next morning with a start, swallowing an odd half-shout as he pushed himself upright, looking around to reaffirm where he was. Okay, good, room at the inn with ice mage kid. Not where he thought he was a few moments before. That was fine. He laid back down for a moment, rolling over to check Stark was still there and still breathing. Judging by the frost, his powers were working just fine.
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Post by Behax on Jun 30, 2015 19:54:36 GMT
Stark had a habit of breathing very shallowly, so it's wouldn't be surprising if someone mistook him for dead...If not for the fact that his powers were clearly still seeping out as he slept. He markings on his skin pulsed as they tried to keep it in check. Honestly they affected Stark more than they hindered his power. It was more like a kill switch then an actual limiter.
Even as Dynas startled himself awake, Stark slept unaware, there was the odd subtle groan. Eventually he began to wake, his hand going to his face, he sat up pretty quickly when he realised his hand, and the overs were covered in a thin layer of frost. Great....He shook out his short hair a little, flakes of frost falling out. He hated that, why couldn't he just sleep like a normal god damn person?
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 30, 2015 20:18:33 GMT
By the time Stark woke, Dynas was already up and moving, thanks to a gentle, concerned mental prod from Bane. "'M fine" He mumbled, keeping his voice low so he wouldn't wake his companion. "Just a dream, yer in my head, y'know that... yeah, I know. 'M fine." He stuffed what little he'd taken from his bag back into it, shaking his head to clear the last of the muzziness and habitual hangover from his brain, and sat down to tug his socks and boots back on. It was cold, and STark's presence certainly wasn't helping much. The fire had gone out in the night, and the mage had sapped what warmth remained.
He looked over when Stark stirred. "Mornin', sleep alright?"
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Post by Behax on Jun 30, 2015 21:34:33 GMT
There was a big difference between Stark who slept in the wilderness, and Stark who got to sleep in a nice bed for a change. He was more muggy, and less awake. Reluctant one could probably say, he didn't get to sleep in a real bed often, even a cheap shitty one. His reply to being asked if he slept well was kind of grumbled. The short answer was that he didn't, but he almost never did so it wasn't anything new to him.
He pushed the covers back and climbed out of bed, shaking the frost from the covers. At least he wasn't affiliated with fire....Sure they'd be warm, but with his lack of control everything would be ashes by now. He was even less talkative than before, but he was also kind of a little dazed.....He really didn't get to sleep that comfortably that often. Though he'd wake up in an instant if he started to feel threatened.
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Post by kaidashade on Jul 1, 2015 15:29:37 GMT
Dynas took a moment to interpret the grumble, then shrugged. "Still better than a cave floor, eh? Get some clothes on, we'll get breakfast 'n' get the hell outta here." He said, tugging his shirt on and straightening it out to cover the worst of his scars properly. "We got plenty a time, no need ta rush if yer still asleep." He added when he realised that the ice mage was still struggling with getting up. No threats here, nothing dangerous out to hurt them, just Bane stirring outside and yawning, revealing all his foot-long white teeth.
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Post by Behax on Jul 1, 2015 15:54:46 GMT
Stark nodded, pulling on the shirt he worse over his tunic, then pulling on his jacket over that. He woke up a little as he dressed, but he was ever so tempted to try and climb back in to that soft bed. His dreams had turned unpleasant, but his body at least had been comfortable. He'd put his travelling cloak on just before they left, not need to sit there wearing it at breakfast. He started pulling his his boots, and once dressed yawned and stretched again. Rubbing his face as he started to feel more awake, and a little more alert. "I'm awake," he stated, maybe a little redundently, but at least he was capible of stringing words together now.
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