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Prompt 208: Four
There are four dragons left.
And only mine is female.
There might be five but the egg has not hatched yet. And it might not hatch soon at all. So that means that it's up to me and Saphira to repopulate our world with dragons. But Saphira will not mate with Galbatorix's Shruikan nor Murtagh's Thorn. At least I don't believe she will. It is not Thorn's fault that he has been tricked into Galbatorix's service. And finally there is Glaedr Oromis' golden dragon. Who has no interest in Saphira. So it is a dilemma. If one of us four dies then there will be one less dragon. If Saphira dies, then there will be no dragons.
And that will be a tragedy. The world deserves dragons.
But I don't know what to do. I can't force Saphira onto another dragon. While I imagine Thorn or Shruikan might be interested in her they're are in no position to be with her.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like, when she mates. With our bond so closely together, when we are one. Will I feel the same desires and needs for the person who rides the dragon she chooses. I certainly hope not. Murtagh is my brother, Ormois my mentor and Galbatorix my enemy. So, I suppose my only hope is for the last egg.
The last egg that will not hatch until its found its perfect mate. The egg that Galbatorix controls.
I suppose then my hopes are thin.
But still, I do have hope.
I hope that Arya will get the egg and it will be a male that Spahira finds pleasing. Because then she'll have to be with me.
Word count: 285
Fandom:Inheritance Cycle.
Character: Eragon.
And only mine is female.
There might be five but the egg has not hatched yet. And it might not hatch soon at all. So that means that it's up to me and Saphira to repopulate our world with dragons. But Saphira will not mate with Galbatorix's Shruikan nor Murtagh's Thorn. At least I don't believe she will. It is not Thorn's fault that he has been tricked into Galbatorix's service. And finally there is Glaedr Oromis' golden dragon. Who has no interest in Saphira. So it is a dilemma. If one of us four dies then there will be one less dragon. If Saphira dies, then there will be no dragons.
And that will be a tragedy. The world deserves dragons.
But I don't know what to do. I can't force Saphira onto another dragon. While I imagine Thorn or Shruikan might be interested in her they're are in no position to be with her.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like, when she mates. With our bond so closely together, when we are one. Will I feel the same desires and needs for the person who rides the dragon she chooses. I certainly hope not. Murtagh is my brother, Ormois my mentor and Galbatorix my enemy. So, I suppose my only hope is for the last egg.
The last egg that will not hatch until its found its perfect mate. The egg that Galbatorix controls.
I suppose then my hopes are thin.
But still, I do have hope.
I hope that Arya will get the egg and it will be a male that Spahira finds pleasing. Because then she'll have to be with me.
Word count: 285
Fandom:Inheritance Cycle.
Character: Eragon.
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#201 Talk about something you lost.
There are a lot of ways I could answer that.
My innocence.
It happened when Garrow died. Then I knew nothing would be the same. That I would never be the same. Garrow had been my father and mother. He taught me how to be a good man. And he sheltered me from the world. When he died, I had to leave. I had to learn how to fight. I had to learn how to kill.
Which I enjoy. I enjoy the blood. Watching the death over take a person as what ever they were leaves their body and they become nothing but a slab of meat. Meat that Sloan could cut up in his shop and no one would know the difference. It's power.
In his world, everything was safe. I knew what to expect. I knew what was expected of me.
To live and die as a nothing. A nobody. Forgotten. Now the world trembles before me. Now I can change the world to my liking. To save it.
Now I don't know what will happen and what is expected of me. I'm surrounded by blood and violence.
Of my own making. Of my own desire.
I can never go back to being a farm boy. I can never go back to being who I was.
And why would I want to?
My innocence.
It happened when Garrow died. Then I knew nothing would be the same. That I would never be the same. Garrow had been my father and mother. He taught me how to be a good man. And he sheltered me from the world. When he died, I had to leave. I had to learn how to fight. I had to learn how to kill.
Which I enjoy. I enjoy the blood. Watching the death over take a person as what ever they were leaves their body and they become nothing but a slab of meat. Meat that Sloan could cut up in his shop and no one would know the difference. It's power.
In his world, everything was safe. I knew what to expect. I knew what was expected of me.
To live and die as a nothing. A nobody. Forgotten. Now the world trembles before me. Now I can change the world to my liking. To save it.
Now I don't know what will happen and what is expected of me. I'm surrounded by blood and violence.
Of my own making. Of my own desire.
I can never go back to being a farm boy. I can never go back to being who I was.
And why would I want to?
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MEAT!
Question:
Which food would you never even try to taste? What food will you never eat again?
Meat.*
I.
Murtagh sat next to Eragon, sweat gleaming on his bare skin from the heat of the fire. They had just finished their dinner of meat. Eragon liked meat. Sometimes it was all that he had to comfort him. It was different with Brom than it was with Murtagh. Different flavors. Different ways of doing things. Little touches in the preparation of meat. With a lazy stretch, Murtagh leaned back a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You know, they say the dwarves eat rat meat," he said.
Eragon made a face. "Rat meat? I'd never try that sort of meat. That's just... wrong."
"Oh, I don't know. Rat meat could be interesting. Short stubby meaty little things. You never know how good they could be."
"I know what I like and what I like isn't rat meat. I like nice big chunks of it. Preferably well done."
Laughing, Murtagh said, "Well, I'll just have to keep on giving it to you, since it makes you so happy."
Eragon smiled, content.
II.
Eragon stood on the hill top looking over the Elven realms. Behind him Ayra walked up and stood a half a foot behind him.
"I hear you've given up meat," she said.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "I have decided to give up meat, yes. It's a hard decision. I mean, I really enjoyed it. But now I see that it's wrong. To become pure. To become right, I must give it up. Eating it is disgusting. Something that ... unenlightened beings do."
"It's not their fault they don't see how wrong it is. They aren't like us. They haven't been shown the way."
"Yes," Eragon said. "After I have destroyed Galbatorix, I'll help try and enlighten people. Help them realized that to harm another creature is wrong."
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Muse:Eragon
Fandom: Eragon
Word Count: 300
*The mun apologizes. Mostly. Well. Not really. >.>
Which food would you never even try to taste? What food will you never eat again?
Meat.*
I.
Murtagh sat next to Eragon, sweat gleaming on his bare skin from the heat of the fire. They had just finished their dinner of meat. Eragon liked meat. Sometimes it was all that he had to comfort him. It was different with Brom than it was with Murtagh. Different flavors. Different ways of doing things. Little touches in the preparation of meat. With a lazy stretch, Murtagh leaned back a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You know, they say the dwarves eat rat meat," he said.
Eragon made a face. "Rat meat? I'd never try that sort of meat. That's just... wrong."
"Oh, I don't know. Rat meat could be interesting. Short stubby meaty little things. You never know how good they could be."
"I know what I like and what I like isn't rat meat. I like nice big chunks of it. Preferably well done."
Laughing, Murtagh said, "Well, I'll just have to keep on giving it to you, since it makes you so happy."
Eragon smiled, content.
II.
Eragon stood on the hill top looking over the Elven realms. Behind him Ayra walked up and stood a half a foot behind him.
"I hear you've given up meat," she said.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "I have decided to give up meat, yes. It's a hard decision. I mean, I really enjoyed it. But now I see that it's wrong. To become pure. To become right, I must give it up. Eating it is disgusting. Something that ... unenlightened beings do."
"It's not their fault they don't see how wrong it is. They aren't like us. They haven't been shown the way."
"Yes," Eragon said. "After I have destroyed Galbatorix, I'll help try and enlighten people. Help them realized that to harm another creature is wrong."
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Muse:Eragon
Fandom: Eragon
Word Count: 300
*The mun apologizes. Mostly. Well. Not really. >.>
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You've woken up as the opposite sex this morning... now what?
I would try and change myself back, obviously. It would probably be a trick by Galbatorix to distract me from my quest to completely and utterly destroy him. I'm not exactly what he thinks the trick would accomplish, after all I just need to say, "I am a man" in the ancient language and I shall be restored to my true self.
However- as it seems to be the point of these ... questions to prove thoughts or something, if I couldn't change myself back, I would continue on as normal. After all Galbatorix isn't going to be defeated if I run around upset that I'm now a woman. And woman are just as capable... most of the time... I mean, look at Arya, she's almost as good as I am. Saphira is a female too... though a dragon and no finer or fiercer dragon there is.
I imagine there might be adjustments that need to be made. New armor for example and new clothes.
But women don't seem to be that much different from men... so I don't exactly see what the problem would be.
I would try and change myself back, obviously. It would probably be a trick by Galbatorix to distract me from my quest to completely and utterly destroy him. I'm not exactly what he thinks the trick would accomplish, after all I just need to say, "I am a man" in the ancient language and I shall be restored to my true self.
However- as it seems to be the point of these ... questions to prove thoughts or something, if I couldn't change myself back, I would continue on as normal. After all Galbatorix isn't going to be defeated if I run around upset that I'm now a woman. And woman are just as capable... most of the time... I mean, look at Arya, she's almost as good as I am. Saphira is a female too... though a dragon and no finer or fiercer dragon there is.
I imagine there might be adjustments that need to be made. New armor for example and new clothes.
But women don't seem to be that much different from men... so I don't exactly see what the problem would be.
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topic 198
Topic 198: If you could have any mutant/super power, which one would it be, and what would you do with it? (If you already have a mutant or super power, what one would you trade it in for?)
"But I have no desire to do that. I've worked long and hard to gain the skills in magic that I have. Why would I want to trade it in for something else?"
Would you stop being such a git and answer the stupid question?
"What...? What did you say?"
Would you answer the question?
"That's not what you said. You called me a git. Is she allowed to do that? I don't think you're allowed that. I don't even think you're supposed to be here."
Just SHUT UP AND ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION BEFORE I WRITE YOU SHAGGING A GOAT! AND YOU KNOW I WILL!
"Oh, fine. Fine. Fine. I don't even know why you write me..."
*coughs* The day had been long and Eragon
"I'm answering the question!" Breath. "While I am quite content with my powers I would like a new sword. After all a rider's sword is as much a power as the rider's magic. Each sword was forged just for that specific rider by one of the elven smiths when they became a full rider. The sword was given an elven name and matched the color of their dragon. The sword that I had been using was given to me by Brom. It was Zar'roc or Misery and it used to belong to my father Morzan, so the blade was red, like his dragon. At the battle of the Burning Plains, Murtagh took the sword from me, claiming that it was his inheritance as he is the older son. So, now I am swordless. And it is a new sword that I would like. Preferably newly forged just for Saphira and myself, but I do not believe that will ever happen, so instead I'll have to find a new one. They say that all the Rider's swords were destroyed, but Brom said that his was lost. Perhaps I will find his. After all, his dragon was blue and named Saphira, so it would be fitting. And with this sword I would be able to finally defeat Galbitorix."
Muse:Eragon
Fandom: Eragon
Word count: 300ish
"But I have no desire to do that. I've worked long and hard to gain the skills in magic that I have. Why would I want to trade it in for something else?"
"What...? What did you say?"
Would you answer the question?
"That's not what you said. You called me a git. Is she allowed to do that? I don't think you're allowed that. I don't even think you're supposed to be here."
Just SHUT UP AND ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION BEFORE I WRITE YOU SHAGGING A GOAT! AND YOU KNOW I WILL!
"Oh, fine. Fine. Fine. I don't even know why you write me..."
*coughs* The day had been long and Eragon
"I'm answering the question!" Breath. "While I am quite content with my powers I would like a new sword. After all a rider's sword is as much a power as the rider's magic. Each sword was forged just for that specific rider by one of the elven smiths when they became a full rider. The sword was given an elven name and matched the color of their dragon. The sword that I had been using was given to me by Brom. It was Zar'roc or Misery and it used to belong to my father Morzan, so the blade was red, like his dragon. At the battle of the Burning Plains, Murtagh took the sword from me, claiming that it was his inheritance as he is the older son. So, now I am swordless. And it is a new sword that I would like. Preferably newly forged just for Saphira and myself, but I do not believe that will ever happen, so instead I'll have to find a new one. They say that all the Rider's swords were destroyed, but Brom said that his was lost. Perhaps I will find his. After all, his dragon was blue and named Saphira, so it would be fitting. And with this sword I would be able to finally defeat Galbitorix."
Muse:Eragon
Fandom: Eragon
Word count: 300ish
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197: Is there anyone in your life who you feel is exceptionally wise? Who, and how did you meet this person?
Many people fit that description. Exceptionally wise. It felt, sometimes, that everyone around him was wiser than him.
His uncle Garrow, the man who had raised him. The man who had taken him into his home after his mother had abandoned him just after he had been born. The man he had thought was his father. The shock of learning this wasn't so had dazed him, making him feel betrayed. How could this man not be his father? This man who lovingly raised him? The man who was more a father to him than anyone? Who had taught him how to live, how to be, what was right, what was wrong?He could still smell the timbers burning in the ruins of the house, the blood covering him like some sort of second skin, Garrow looking up at him, horror etched on his face, fear filling his kind eyes, his betraying ... no... that never happened ... it was the Ra'zac who killed him, who tore him nearly to death, who struck at him with their poisoned claws
And Brom who had shown him how to be a Dragon Rider. Who had shown him how to fight with sword and magic.Who wanted to use him as a pawn in his personal vendetta against Galbatorix the man who had taken his dragon away. He had taken him from his small sleepy village and taught him about the larger world and how to read even! It was hard to believe that such an old lecherous man that he had met when he was a child, always offering to tell him stories Just right in the hut, that's right was one of the fabled Dragon Riders. Whose dragon had been blue and named Saphira. Just like she belongs to me, you and me belong together Eragon... His death the knife moved on its own, didn't it, Eragon? The Ra'zac shot him with the poisoned arrows, didn't they? Strange isn't it, Eragon, all these people you love dying? hit him hard. And for days he had been like a zombie. Unable to function without the help of Murtagh.
Then, Ajihad. He had known him so briefly, but to him, that was what a leader should be. Strong, confident. In charge. Eragon wished that he could be half the man that he was.Too bad he was dead. If only you had waited near the entrance instead of a mile away... but then he'd still be alive to steal your glory. He had led the Varden through hundreds of crisis. He had wished to learn all about battle and tactics from this great man. It was a shame he'd never be able to now. Yes, a shame, isn't it Eragon?
Yes, Eragon knew a lot of wise people. Shame that theyall died because of him died.
Muse: Eragon
Fandom: Eragon
Words: 477
Many people fit that description. Exceptionally wise. It felt, sometimes, that everyone around him was wiser than him.
His uncle Garrow, the man who had raised him. The man who had taken him into his home after his mother had abandoned him just after he had been born. The man he had thought was his father. The shock of learning this wasn't so had dazed him, making him feel betrayed. How could this man not be his father? This man who lovingly raised him? The man who was more a father to him than anyone? Who had taught him how to live, how to be, what was right, what was wrong?
And Brom who had shown him how to be a Dragon Rider. Who had shown him how to fight with sword and magic.
Then, Ajihad. He had known him so briefly, but to him, that was what a leader should be. Strong, confident. In charge. Eragon wished that he could be half the man that he was.
Yes, Eragon knew a lot of wise people. Shame that they
Muse: Eragon
Fandom: Eragon
Words: 477