Fantasy Role-Play

Elijah: Da....Da...

 

Sweeney:
Cutting curse words on one hand, and on the other hand cutting a picture of Melodie.

 

Firenze: mom!

Mom: well I want to at least have a grandchild with one good parent *steps towards Lyra* unless you want her to die

Firenze: *steps in front of Lyra tears in his eyes* I'm sorry I have no choice I can't let you die

 

Melodie: *Whistles, painting*

 

Lyra:
-scowls at his mother- what I'm not pretty enough to be with your son?

-glares at the other dragon next to her-

 

Ben-sighs and grumbles at my life-

 

Mom: no your just not of high enough blood

*the other dragon is in tears and a large male dragon is behind her*

 

(wow...is it time for me to make a dragon?)

 

Sweeney:
Winces, blood gushing from his hands.

 

Melodie: *Walks along the hills, seeing blood and moves up the hill a bit* S-Sweeny?!

 

Lyra:
I can't believe this! -licks Firenze's cheek and whispers- I love you -starts to walk away-

 

Sweeney:
Looks at her sadly.

 

Ben-sighs-

Why not just end it....why cant i just grab a knife and stick it in my chest...?

 

-flies from his cave to the lake-

 

Dragon: *screams* DAD GET OUT OF MY LIFE!

Mom: no stay your watching

Firenze: *looks shocked*

 

Melodie: *Runs up the hill, kneeling by him and rips part of her cloak and wraps it around his hand* Sweeny...Why would you do that?...

 

Lyra:
-turns- I will have nothing to do with it!

 

-hears the commotion and flies to the source-
Hey dragons what's going on here

 

Lyra:
-snarls-

 

Sweeney:
Shrugs.