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Zakeru snd Jake can be partners?

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Yesh!

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Front page isn't edited. -gets ready to thwak-

  The town was bustling when Arewn stepped outside. Her brothers  and father had been up for a couple hours already, busy at work well before the sun came up. She was allowed to sleep a little later on this, most important day. She gave a glad cry and lept into the air. "Yes! I get to be with a dragon!"She took off running down the street to the sound of laughter coming from the grocer's cart nearby, her firey hair streaming behind her.

   Arwen's grandmother was rushing about the kitchen when she ran in, putting the final touches on a huge breakfast for the family. The girl beamed as she took in the scents of bacon and eggs, and saw the platter of her favorite honey oat cakes sitting beside them.  Marayla, Arwen's grandmother, laughed at the girl's ex
pression and have her a hug. "Go on now, go fetch the menfolks. We'll all eat at the same table before you go." Arwen gave her a nod and ran back out the door to find her father, brothers, and grandfather. Soon, they were all trooping back inside to group around the huge trestle table and enjoy the food. They talked and laughed untill all the food had been consumed, then Marayla stood and walked into a back room, returning with a bundle of packages wrapped in pieces on brightly colored scraps of cloth. Arwen watched in suprise as each member stood and retrieved one of the packages before sitting down again. The last to take his parcel, her youngest brother  Harcel, approached her.

   "We each have gifts for you to take with you, Arwen. This is from me. Gram helped me pick it out," Harcel said as he handed her the package. Arwen smiled and hugged her brother, pressing a kiss against his reluctant cheek.

   "Thank you, Har." Looking up at everyone, she said, "Thank you everyone!" Then she opened the present. When she saw what was inside, she gasped. It was a silver necklace, with a small pendant of a dragon holding an amythest. "Oh, it's so beautiful!" She exclaimed as she slipped it over her head. The rest followed in a line. There was a waterskin, beautiful warm blankets, a handmade pack. From her grandfather she recieved a beautiful dress woven from soft cotton. It was deep green, with wide sweeping sleeves, a wide v-neck that exposed the exact right amount of clevage, and a long flowing skirt. She decided to wear it that day. Her oldest brother gave her a long white cloak made of bleached deer hide, soft as butter. It had a deep cowel hood that completly covered her red hair and gave her a mysterious air. From her grandmother, a sack full to the brim of honey oat cakes for her journey. The best gift she recieved was from her father, however. It was a long staff, like the one she was accustomed to using. This one, however, was made of ebony wood and carved with dragons. It was beautiful, and perfect. 

   Everyone gathered outside when they heard the royal carriges pull up. Arwen, wearing her green gown and white cloak and carying her staff climbed inside the carriage to the courus of "I love yous" and "Good lucks" from her family. She waved at them untill she could no longer hear them, then relaxed into the seat. It was only then that she realized that she had company, a boy. She smiled at him. "Hi! I'm Arwen!"

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   Aries flew above his village, watching out for the young ones from above. He was determined that nothing would happen to disturb the bonding. If there was something dangerous, he would destroy it.

OOC: I know, not much on Airies, but we'll see more of him later.

It was the faint noise of footsteps and hushed voices that woke Zakeru from his slumber. He opened his odd, light orange eyes slowly before blinking the sleep away as he saw light streaming into his room. Pushing himself up to his elbows, he glanced around before slipping out of his bed. His feet touched the cold floor and he flinched slightly as he pulled on a pair of black, ankle-length breeches that fit snugly around his legs. Tieing it so the top would stay up, he pulled a crimson tunic that held black embriodery of coiling dragons on the ends of the voluminous sleeves, around the collar, and around the end of the tunic. Pulling out a belt from his chest, he tied it around his hips and fixed it so the belt stayed on. Sitting back on his bed, he slipped his feet into flat boots that hugged his skin. The boots came up to the knee, but he folded the ends down slightly.

His fingers stayed on the soft, brown leather before he tapped one of them and changed his mind, letting the boots end just below his knees again.

Standing up, he stretched out the muscles in his arms and back before running his fingers through his gray-white hair. He walked to the door of his room before bounding down the stairs to find his parents, all of his grandparents, and his two little brothers waiting in the sitting room next to the kitchen. This was strange... His orange eyes rested on the assortment of parcels in the center of the room.

What...?

His mother suddenly walked forward with a sad smile on her face. "Zakeru, you Call is now strong enough for you to visit the Dragons at last," she said, her voice attempting to sound excieted on the matter. But Zakeru could sense the sadness behind it. The sadness of having her eldest son go off on his own. "We have gathered gifts for you. Come see them." She gently wrapped his delicate fingers around his bigger hand and pulled him to the center of the room before gesturing him to kneal down so he could accept the gifts he was being given.

Zakery let his eyes wander over each wrapped ob
ject. Each was labeled with the name of the giver. He smiled slightly as he spotted Zackari's and Trisdane's sloppy, six-year-old scrawl on the browned parchement used. And after a few seconds, he opened the first of the gifts.

It took him about half and hour to open the gifts. But he already loved them all. From his maternal grandparents, he was given a durable, black cow-hide leather knapsack that looked bigger on the inside than it did on the inside and a small leather bound book with a quil and ink. "For writing down anything you deem important," his maternal grandfather had said when he looked quizically at it. From his paternal grandparents, he was given a woven reed bracelet that looked like it had all the colours of the rainbow and small, wood-carve lizard; as if reminding him of his family legend. That they were descendants of the lizards who were cousins -- in a way -- to the dragons.

But Zakeru didn't believe it. Though, he placed the bracelet, the book, quil, and ink, and the wooden lizard into the knapsack before his mother handed him a soft parcel. When he opened it up, he took out the folded cloth he came upon. Several breeches, tunics, and a few cloaks were there. All neatly folded and washed with care. He turned to his mother and smiled his thanks before placing the clothes into the knapsack. He left the black cloak out and set it next to the leather bag. He took his father's package. Which turned out to be water skin with a painted, snarling dragon on both sides. Zakeru placed it on the cloak

Zackari gave his brother a river-smooth stone made out of black with white veins. And it fit perfectly in Zakeru's palm. He hugged his litter brother and promised to keep it with him always; just as Zackari had asked. From Trisdane, he was given his little brother's most prized possession. A stone broken in half with shinning crystals on the inside. Zakeru remembered giving this to him when he was younger. Now, holding it gently against his chest, he kissed his little brother on the forehead and thanked him for the gift. 

But there was still another package waiting for him. Zakeru glanced at his mother, who also looked puzzled. Shrugging a shoulder, Zakeru pulled it close; feeling some resistance. Whatever it was; it was heavy. Unwrapped it, he saw three daggers, tight in their sheaths with straps attached to it. The fourth item with the daggers was a long sword; also in its sheath. Zakeru pursed his lips for a moment before grinning broadly.

He knew who these were from.

Ash, Saker, Acton, and Bramble. Four of the knights he sparred with. How had they known?

Nonetheless, he mentally thanked them before placing the daggers in his knapsack and the sword diagonal across his back on the strap. He pulled on his cloak; feeling is texture on his open skin. It was so soft. He uncorked the waterskin and brought the knapsack to the kicten where his mother was wrapping some food in squares of cloth. He went out back to fill up the skin from a clear, fresh-water stream.

His parent's call made him stand up as he corked the skin. The carriage was coming! Cursing softly, he rushed back inside, grabbed up his knapsack and waited outside for it to come closer. And while they were waiting, his family hugged him and wished him luck. 

The carriage stopped in front of him and he walked up to it and opened the door. He noticed two people in it already and nodded a hello befor sitting down on an unoccupied cushion. Zakeru closed the door with his foot and slowly spread his hand in a good-bye as the carriage rolled off.

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Ari slumbered deep in her mountain cave. Her black scaled hide moving each time she took breath and smoke slowly rose from her nostrals. She snorted suddenly and raised her head; looking to the entrance to her den. They were coming. She could feel them. Rising to her feet, Ari lumbed out of her den with grace of flowing water. Stopping at the end of her perch, she spread her crimson feathered wings slightly as she let out a roar; announcing her presense to the world.

Crouching down, she raised her wings and jumped up into the air the same time her wings beat downward. Her serpentine bodyshot upward before she circled once and lazily flew over the valleys. Beating her wings occasinally to ride the higher thermals.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

((Ooops. Sorry, finals are keeping me buisy. Sorry it my post wont be as long and fantastical. I solemnly swear to post better in the future.))

Jade stood alone in the dawning light. Her black hair slowly coming into sight as the wind shifted it into the rising sunlight. Her posture was straight and tall, a proud girl with bright blue eyes. They scanned the horizon taking in everything that moved, which wasn't much but vegitation shifting in the early morning breeze. The thin girl leaned her back against the dead tree that stood behind her and closed her eyes. She used senses to look about her for the eyes were most easily confused and tricked. Nothing around her, she was sure. No family, no animals, nothing. She was alone there where she stood but it phased her not for there was something deeper keeping her company. A feeling that she knew to be a voice calling her name. Somewhere she felt eyes on her, but no one was around. She could hear her name whispered in her ear but she was alone. A lone girl, with out kith or kin to keep her company. Still something tugged at her insides, pulling her in one direction. She was being called to the Draconic lands.
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Her eyes snapped open at the sound of footsteps and the sudden stop of churning wheels. She was immediately on her feet, blades in hand. Her reflexes were amazing, how could they have snuck up on her? It didn't matter now, they were here and now it was time to find out what they wanted. Pirates? Theives, was it her father's gang? Her muscles relaxed a little when she realized it was the very people she had been searching for that very morning. They were here to take her to the source of her calling. She would forever be tied to the mightiest of creatures, a powerful girl to keep peace and fight. Thoughts of her father flashed through her mind and she smiled. "One day my dear father. One day." She said to herself as she climbed into the carriage. She stayed silent after that, merely laying her head against the side wall and falling asleep to the rythmic sounds of their departure.

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Lola still needs to post....