In the middle of Demagol's movement he felt it, like a shock in his brain. Unexpected, it had brought him to his knees, suddenly covered in a cold sweat. Heavily his chest heaved, unsure if it was from the atmosphere or what he just experienced. It was as if a link had been made, temporary, but he was sure of it. There was no other explanation present. Aftershocks hit him as Demagol collapsed down onto his forearms. He wasn't built to sustain such things, even when his helmet was on. His equipment had the capability to lessen the effects, but not enough to render them completely null. In agony Demagol screamed out. Similar to a headache, though much worse, the Mandalorian reeled on the ground. Had she heard him? Did she see him? Just a glimpse? Food for thought while Demagol tried to regain his composure. Already she filled his mind again as if there was a mutual pull between the two. Had they been played? Completely out of it, Demagol laughed in a shaky manner.
"Are we just waiting between worlds?" Spoken softly, raspy and gravely. How far away from one another were they by now?
Demagol couldn't see to the other side of the link. Not enough time had been spent with Rhailo for him to pick up the ability. He was receptive toward her so far, but that seemed to be the limit at the moment. More smacks were issued to the side of his helmet, some superstitious notion that it would take the edge off the sensation. Sweaty and shaken he was, more intense than when he was transported through that ether-space with Rhailo. He forced himself to stand, legs wobbly like a newborn deer. The equilibrium setting in the Mandalorian's suit did its best to bring Demagol's body back to a state of stability. Animal sounds and nature around him seemed like background noise compared to the flow of thoughts in his consciousness. Instinctively he picked his assault rifle back up and did a three-sixty look of his surroundings. Nothing stirred nearby. One could never be too careful.
In one moment there was blackness, then Demagol was flying through the air. Lost in a daze, the Mandalorian had no clue what was happening even when he struck the ground and rolled to a stop. A warm wetness streaked down the man's face as he forced himself to an upright position. The wound had opened up again. In front of Demagol a creature approached. It walked on four legs and possessed a slender body. At the end of each limb was a pad with long, black claws. Wings adorned the creature's long back, tucked inward but probably capable of a massive span. The colors were surprising, with mainly a bright green merged into touches of black and brown. What really caught Demagol's attention was the massive, sleek tail the creature had. At least ten feet in length, it was likely what had been used to send Demagol sailing.
"Quite a brute you are, 'eh?" Demagol groaned while he brought the butt of his assault rifle into the pocket of his shoulder. The creature roared, mouth full of long, rear-curved teeth. A whip-like sound ensued when it lashed its tail and charged the Mandalorian. Demagol stood his ground with his rifle raised but didn't fire any shots. Just before the creature reached the Mandalorian it stretched its neck out and roared in the man's face a second time. The charge was stopped in place and Demagol and the creature stared at one another. He had called its bluff. Seconds seemed like years as they both remained where they were. Demagol could feel the violent thrash of his heart inside his chest. Adrenaline pumped. One wrong move and chaos could start all over again. He couldn't afford a slip-up. Not now. The face of death was all too familiar to the Mandalorian at this point. To run was not an option, not when in this deep.
What happened next was unexpected. Slowly the creature's mouth closed up until sharp, upper teeth were left to be revealed. Its eyes narrowed as if to read the Mandalorian. He wondered if it was the first time the natural inhabitants of this planet had seen a human in a long time. As far as he knew humans were completely foreign to this place. It was hesitant and more than likely a dangerously suicidal motion, but Demagol slowly placed his non-firing hand on the top of the creature's long muzzle. The creature stirred, then relaxed against his hand. A rush of emotions and senses made their way into Demagol, but they weren't his. They belonged to the creature. Somehow a link had been made. Was it some passive ability he had been granted by Rhailo? His thoughts went to the Auroun immediately, not like she wasn't all over them anyway. Matters circled back to the beast in front of him.
"I'm gonna call you Erotos. Remember that," Demagol spoke as he rubbed his palm along the beast's muzzle. It lowered its head in compliance and shifted its wings, as if it wanted him to saddle it. "Well," a chuckle ensued, "I don't think Rhailo would be able to find me if I was flyin' around all over the place." The Mandalorian started to move his hand off of the creature's head until it nudged him with the front of its muzzle. It was evident that the beast was going to be persistent. Soon after Demagol gave in, another chuckle as he gripped onto its neck, "Alright. Alright. You're gonna have me going full tribal, 'eh?"
"Just don't do anything too crazy."
With a grunt and heave Demagol pulled himself to be on the back of the beast, which was too wide for him to straddle. He hadn't any rope or bindings to directly tether himself to the creature so he settled with his arms wrapped around its neck. Even then, Demagol wasn't sure of the situation. Massive wings spread and Erotos wheeled itself around. In just a few bounds it leaped upward and flapped its wings, altitude increased rapidly. The Mandalorian held on for dear life, head tucked against Erotos' back while they flew. After thirty seconds or so they flattened out and Erotos began to glide. Though still hesitant, Demagol slowly sat upright until he could see the lands underneath them. Forest stretched for miles on end in every direction. No civilization could be spotted from where they were. Still, it was better than to witness it from the ground level. Demagol took what small victories he could. For now they sailed for destinations unknown.
"I have to stay alive now. I'll survive for you, Rhailo.. Just don't get too worried if you end up seeing this." Erotos grunted underneath him and he patted its back assuredly to continue with their flight.
"I know you can feel my presence."
"Are we just waiting between worlds?" Spoken softly, raspy and gravely. How far away from one another were they by now?
Demagol couldn't see to the other side of the link. Not enough time had been spent with Rhailo for him to pick up the ability. He was receptive toward her so far, but that seemed to be the limit at the moment. More smacks were issued to the side of his helmet, some superstitious notion that it would take the edge off the sensation. Sweaty and shaken he was, more intense than when he was transported through that ether-space with Rhailo. He forced himself to stand, legs wobbly like a newborn deer. The equilibrium setting in the Mandalorian's suit did its best to bring Demagol's body back to a state of stability. Animal sounds and nature around him seemed like background noise compared to the flow of thoughts in his consciousness. Instinctively he picked his assault rifle back up and did a three-sixty look of his surroundings. Nothing stirred nearby. One could never be too careful.
In one moment there was blackness, then Demagol was flying through the air. Lost in a daze, the Mandalorian had no clue what was happening even when he struck the ground and rolled to a stop. A warm wetness streaked down the man's face as he forced himself to an upright position. The wound had opened up again. In front of Demagol a creature approached. It walked on four legs and possessed a slender body. At the end of each limb was a pad with long, black claws. Wings adorned the creature's long back, tucked inward but probably capable of a massive span. The colors were surprising, with mainly a bright green merged into touches of black and brown. What really caught Demagol's attention was the massive, sleek tail the creature had. At least ten feet in length, it was likely what had been used to send Demagol sailing.
"Quite a brute you are, 'eh?" Demagol groaned while he brought the butt of his assault rifle into the pocket of his shoulder. The creature roared, mouth full of long, rear-curved teeth. A whip-like sound ensued when it lashed its tail and charged the Mandalorian. Demagol stood his ground with his rifle raised but didn't fire any shots. Just before the creature reached the Mandalorian it stretched its neck out and roared in the man's face a second time. The charge was stopped in place and Demagol and the creature stared at one another. He had called its bluff. Seconds seemed like years as they both remained where they were. Demagol could feel the violent thrash of his heart inside his chest. Adrenaline pumped. One wrong move and chaos could start all over again. He couldn't afford a slip-up. Not now. The face of death was all too familiar to the Mandalorian at this point. To run was not an option, not when in this deep.
What happened next was unexpected. Slowly the creature's mouth closed up until sharp, upper teeth were left to be revealed. Its eyes narrowed as if to read the Mandalorian. He wondered if it was the first time the natural inhabitants of this planet had seen a human in a long time. As far as he knew humans were completely foreign to this place. It was hesitant and more than likely a dangerously suicidal motion, but Demagol slowly placed his non-firing hand on the top of the creature's long muzzle. The creature stirred, then relaxed against his hand. A rush of emotions and senses made their way into Demagol, but they weren't his. They belonged to the creature. Somehow a link had been made. Was it some passive ability he had been granted by Rhailo? His thoughts went to the Auroun immediately, not like she wasn't all over them anyway. Matters circled back to the beast in front of him.
"I'm gonna call you Erotos. Remember that," Demagol spoke as he rubbed his palm along the beast's muzzle. It lowered its head in compliance and shifted its wings, as if it wanted him to saddle it. "Well," a chuckle ensued, "I don't think Rhailo would be able to find me if I was flyin' around all over the place." The Mandalorian started to move his hand off of the creature's head until it nudged him with the front of its muzzle. It was evident that the beast was going to be persistent. Soon after Demagol gave in, another chuckle as he gripped onto its neck, "Alright. Alright. You're gonna have me going full tribal, 'eh?"
"Just don't do anything too crazy."
With a grunt and heave Demagol pulled himself to be on the back of the beast, which was too wide for him to straddle. He hadn't any rope or bindings to directly tether himself to the creature so he settled with his arms wrapped around its neck. Even then, Demagol wasn't sure of the situation. Massive wings spread and Erotos wheeled itself around. In just a few bounds it leaped upward and flapped its wings, altitude increased rapidly. The Mandalorian held on for dear life, head tucked against Erotos' back while they flew. After thirty seconds or so they flattened out and Erotos began to glide. Though still hesitant, Demagol slowly sat upright until he could see the lands underneath them. Forest stretched for miles on end in every direction. No civilization could be spotted from where they were. Still, it was better than to witness it from the ground level. Demagol took what small victories he could. For now they sailed for destinations unknown.
"I have to stay alive now. I'll survive for you, Rhailo.. Just don't get too worried if you end up seeing this." Erotos grunted underneath him and he patted its back assuredly to continue with their flight.
"I know you can feel my presence."
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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