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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jun 17, 2015 17:43:30 GMT -5
Feliciano wasn't sure how long he'd been in this dark place. He could remember the moment his party turned from a merry gathering of people dancing and singing and simply having fun to a cacophony of terrified screams and blazing fire. A whimper escaped him at the memory, fresh tears welling up in his eyes as his hand curled in the scorched edges of his hair. A sharp throb of pain spread across the back of his neck at the action, a stinging reminder of the fact his hair had been scorched from his head. What had happened to his guests? Did anyone get hurt? Did his dragon captor k-kill anyone? What about Arianna? Feliciano vaguely remembered hearing the word "princess" roared by the dragon before he'd passed out. Did that mean the scaley creature had her somewhere as well?
Did she get hurt, or worse..?
Feliciano didn't understand what was going on. What had he done to deserve this? Had he somehow angered the dragon? Did his family upset the creature and he chose to seek revenge on Feliciano as a surrogate? The prince couldn't wrap his head around it. He wasn't in a good state for thinking, though. He was exhausted, hungry, and in pain. The last time he properly ate was at his party, and the waterskin Feliciano had discovered in his cave-like prison had recently been emptied. Iridescent blue eyes peered in every once in a while, but the brunette was too terrified to speak. Seeing the dragon reminded the brunette of the party and his worries, which generally sent him straight on the path to crying. The dragon didn't seem to like that, because it usually growled at him before vanishing back into the darkness. Feliciano seemed doomed to complete solitude.
A sob passed chapped lips at the thought. Tears welled up in swollen amber eyes and the royal curled in on himself, quietly sobbing into his knees. His dress was dirty and torn in a few places, and, despite the dim fire illuminating a small part of his dark "cell", was completely incapable of warming chilled limbs. All Feliciano wanted to do was go home. Hell, Feliciano would be happy to see the sun again.
How long has he been down here, again..?
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jul 22, 2015 13:20:36 GMT -5
As the days passed, Francis found himself becoming easier to relax around the Dragon, but he still had his reservations around him. After all, Francis knew that it would only take one perceived wrong from Ludwig’s eyes for him to end up as an appetizer for the dragon’s next meal. So, with this in mind, he made his way up to the cave when he was summoned for some unknown reason
He never thought that the cave had enough illumination, but Francis could only wonder if dragon eyes reacted like a cat, needing very little light to actually see. Elves and humans both needed light, or at least Francis did, so once he was instructed to what he would be taking care of, he lit his light and headed to the back room, his basket balanced on the opposite arm.
Sobs echoed across the stone and Francis could only frown; he couldn't imagine the reason a dragon would need a human, not even for food. Tightening his arm around the handle, he approached slowly, cautiously. Standing near the entrance, he gazed inside and sighed at the crying figure. He needed to comfort and treat the captive; hopefully they could be friendly with each other, given their circumstances. Hopefully the figure in the cave would trust him.
"Hello? Do you mind if I come in? I have some water."
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 22, 2016 22:23:59 GMT -5
The dragon hadn't peered into the cavern Feliciano was holed away in for at least a few hours now, the prince knew that much. Despite hunger and thirst plaguing him, though, he was far too frightened to move further into (out of?) the cave. The scaled creature may be lurking in the darkness, just waiting to see if he'd "try to escape". Feliciano didn't dare risk earning the ire of his captor. The very idea of being eaten made him whine in fear, clutching at his skirt with one shaking fist. As a child, he had never been particularly afraid of dragons, at least in the stories. Like most magical beings, he simply assumed that the creatures to be misunderstood, as the foreigners tend to mistrust dwarves and elves and the fae folk, to name a few. Perhaps all dragons in the "kidnap the princess" stories were based on one really mean dragon, and all the others had to deal with the backlash. In the little prince's mind, judging an entire race for potentially the misdeeds and bad reputation of one sole creature felt rude. His first meeting had certainly instilled terror in him, a deep fear he could not currently shake. At first, Feliciano was oblivious to the newcomer standing at the entrance of his little "prison". It came as a surprise to hear a new, distinctly non-dragon voice ring through the air. His sob warped into a confused hiccup at the sound, lifting his gaze. "Hello?" The stranger called, and the kindness in that one word, a bloom of warmth in this place, nearly drove Feliciano into a fresh wave of sobs. Instead, he sniffled thickly and released his clothing in order to swipe at his cheeks. He was fairly filthy with dirt and soot (thankfully no blood that he knew of), but scrubbing those tear stains from his face helped the young man feel a little better, at least. "Do you mind if I come in? I have some water."Swallowing the lump in his throat was a bit difficult, but the royal managed after a few tries. His voice still cracked when he replied, hoarse from at least a few days alternating between crying and not speaking at all. "Y-Yes, please come here," he croaked, scooting a little closer to the dying fire. "Do you...d-do you know if the dragon's still out there? Or why I'm here, ve?"Amber eyes strained against the murkiness, hoping to catch a glimpse of the other. From this distance, all he could see was a shimmer of gold, which could be plenty of things, since he was tucked away in a dragon's hoard. The princes himself was illuminated by the dim flames, highlighting what remained of his dress and the uneven edges of his fire-scorched hair. Only his eyes reflected the light; holes torn in his gown proof of the theft of the precious gems previously sewn there. It was obvious that, for now, the fear had momentarily faded into something softer as he tried to guide this new face to sit next to him at the fire. "Do you have any food, as well...?" Feliciano asked cautiously, not wanting to hope but incapable of stopping himself. His stomach gurgled at the question.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 9, 2016 8:29:16 GMT -5
Francis knew there was someone in here, for one, Gergon has said as much, and the he needed to help the crying thing before it got on his nerves. But Francis would have helped anyway, for he needed to help when called. It was his calling, and he couldn’t let someone stay hurt or crying for long without trying to comfort whatever it was. But he would wait for an answer; he was not without manners. Though he might have to insist on entering anyway on the threat of potential pain to himself if he didn’t. He needed the deal with the dragon too much. But thankfully the half elf didn’t have to wait long for an answer.
Y-Yes, please come here. Do you...d-do you know if the dragon's still out there? Or why I'm here, ve? Do you have any food, as well...?"
Entering the back of the cave with the ‘captive’, Francis moved to sit by him, looking him over. He was pretty for a human… though he had not seem many of them that weren’t looking down their noses at him. But now, he moved to shift though his basket, placing a water skein on the ground between them and moving to place a few fruit between them as well
“I have fruit if you like, no meat though… I don’t eat it so I don’t carry it usually. I can bring some the next time I come if you like? I’m here to heal you up…. And why you were taken… I do not know… I know Gergon isn’t a big fan of humans, so I was just as surprised to hear that he had taken you. And non, he isn't here, so you can relax now.”
Taking a moistened rag from his basket, he set about cleaning up the man’s face free of the dirt and grime of the cave and whatever was from before. He was soft with his touch, trying to make sure he wouldn’t hurt the man more. But at least while doing this, he was trying to gauge the injuries, and see if hopefully this captive would trust him to help him.
“Can you show me where you’re injured? I want to heal it so you don’t get sicker. I’m tempted to give that dragon a piece of my mind for causing you injuries at all and then waiting to call on me. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get better; healing is my skill after all.”
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 10, 2017 1:15:57 GMT -5
For a moment, when the stranger finally stepped into the light, Feliciano's woes were forgotten. The earlier glimmer of gold had been from the stranger's hair; proximity to the fire only enhanced the brightness of each strand. Something akin to the gold threads of Feliciano's damaged dress. Were he feeling poetic, Feliciano might even liken it to sunbeams made tangible. Their eyes appeared blue, darker than the dragon's iridescent eyes but brighter than any pair of blue eyes he had seen on a human. Oh, Feliciano immediately recognized an elf when he saw one, if not by the ethereal beauty before him then by the elongated points the other's ears ended in. However, as he continued to observe the stranger, Felicano could see a roughness to him that most elves he knew of did not possess: the broader shoulders, the square of their jawline, even the stubble adorning his chin. A halfling, Feliciano hazarded a guess, and internally winced. Was such a term offensive to the other? Elves were uncommon but not rare in his little village, as he actively encouraged trade between all races willing to join the markets. Elves of mixed descent? Feliciano couldn't say if he'd met one before or not. Feliciano decided it was not his place to comment on such a thing, or bring it up when this stranger was here with food, water, and the offer of comfort. So despite the ache in his legs, Feliciano made sure to give the stranger room to sit comfortably by the fireside. It was only by extensive etiquette training that kept Feliciano from pouncing on the proffered water and fruit, though he visibly clenched his hands into his skirt to keep them from wandering without his permission. "I have fruit if you like, no meat though… I don’t eat it so I don’t carry it usually. I can bring some the next time I come if you like?" The stranger's offer warmed Feliciano's heart, as much because of the consideration of Feliciano's wants as the fact that he was given subtle permission to eat. Once again his etiquette won over desperation (for only a few days only made him wanting, not deranged) and the prince forewent the water skin for the fruit. Feliciano was unsure what kind it was, in such darkness, but it was safe to assume he could eat it. So as to not be rude, Feliciano stayed quiet as he ate the first fruit in small, but quick bites. The sweetness nearly made him cry. Halfway through the second fruit, Feliciano belatedly realized that he had tuned out the stranger's words into the background. The only reason he'd even realized was the other uttering a name he did not recognize. "Geragon". Feliciano highly doubted it was the name of the being before him, because their tone of voice hadn't been a call for introductions. He didn't think, anyway. Feliciano lowered the fruit from his face, to apologize for losing focus as well as ask the other to repeat themself. He was interrupted before he could even begin, by the sudden brush of a wet rag against his cheek. "O-Oh!" Feliciano gasped, shivering a bit because the damp cloth was cold. "Can you show me where you're injured? I want to heal it so you don't get sicker." Sicker? Was Feliciano sick? He was cold, almost unbearably so by now, but wasn't that from the natural chill of the cave? Feliciano furrowed his eyebrows slightly, attempting to gauge what constituted an injury worth healing as the stranger continued to speak. "I’m tempted to give that dragon a piece of my mind for causing you injuries at all and then waiting to call on me. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get better; healing is my skill after all."That confidence made Feliciano smile, even as he continued to shiver as the other finished wiping off his face. He felt a bit better with the grime removed from his skin. Though, the lingering dampness chilled his skin and raised harsh goosebumps all over his arms. "I-I... I don't think the dragon planned to hurt me, ve?" Feliciano asked more than stated, resting his half-eaten fruit on his skirt as he lifted a hand to the burns across his neck and shoulders. "It...h-he? He grabbed me, and I got knocked into a torch, but I don't think it was on purpose." Feliciano wasn't sure why he was defending the dragon that had kidnapped and locked him away. Ilaria would probably yell at him if she could hear him now. The thought made him want to laugh. However, he would rather the dragon, potentially this "Geragon", be yelled at for bad things he'd actually done. "I've...got a f-few bruises, and a few burns, maybe a cut or two? I-I'm not that hurt, though." At least, he's more scared than hurt, and he just wants to go home. After a moment's silence, Feliciano curled his hand over his shoulder, curling in on himself a bit. "Who... B-By what name should I call you, ve?" He asked after a moment, watching a bit of juice slowly stain a spot on his dress. "I'm Prince Feliciano, of Myrca. T-That might be why I'm here..?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 21, 2017 10:04:48 GMT -5
Francis could only watch the man before him eat and drink, and he worked hard to keep the surprise off his face that the man kept eating neatly and he wasn’t inhaling the fruit and water. He nodded as he thought, knowing that this man had to be of high rank in order to keep himself in check just so. Either that, or he was something else that Francis knew not what. "I-I... I don't think the dragon planned to hurt me, ve?"Eyes watching how he moved, he watched the hand rest above the burns on his neck and down his skin. Those would have to be healed by his skill, it wouldn’t do to let them heal normally, not in this cold cave… he would have to bring better blankets and a pillow if he couldn’t get the dragon to let the man come stay at his place. They were in the middle of nowhere, where could the man run off to, really? “I doubt it, but I doubt he was being careful either. I’ll still give him a talking too.”Carefully as the man kept talking, he moved the cloth, wiping more of Feliciano’s face in the process. He knew how much better a clean face made one feel, even if it was to just get rid of the remnants of the tear tracks that he was unsuccessful in scrubbing away with dirty hands. He would be this man’s friend, even if it was just because they both needed a friend here. And Feliciano seemed nice.
“Well Prince Feliciano of Myrca… I am Francis of these modest woods.” He chuckled a little bit of his lack of formal title, it was funny to him, it would be now that he didn’t have the title he probably should of held. But he preferred it this way. “I am a healer of some skill, and I think you’re more here because the Dragon got distracted by shiny and priceless jewels that you had on you and he couldn’t help himself. Now, please hold still, I want to start the work on these burns… it’ll take a few times of moderate healing to prevent scars or anything, but you’ll be good as new. This’ll feel weird, but I promise it won’t hurt.”
Moving to put the rag down in his basket, he moved both of his hands over to the side of Feliciano’s neck where the burns seemed to start and focused. A soft but warm energy started glowing over his hands as he focused. He had many things he had to do to start the healing but he needed the price to stay calm.
“Have you ever seen a healer before? A full healer like me? I can explain to you what I’m doing as I go along if it will help?”
Feliciano Vargas
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Oct 10, 2017 22:11:47 GMT -5
"Well Prince Feliciano of Myrca… I am Francis of these modest woods," Francis introduced himself with a quiet laugh that almost seemed to brighten the cave around them. The musical sound softened some of the tension in Feliciano's shoulders, and the prince managed a small smile in return. He wasn't sure what was so funny, but this ethereally beautiful person could laugh whenever he pleased if it meant Feliciano could hear it. "I am a healer of some skill, and I think you’re more here because the Dragon got distracted by shiny and priceless jewels that you had on you and he couldn’t help himself."Now, please hold still, I want to start the work on these burns… it’ll take a few times of moderate healing to prevent scars or anything, but you’ll be good as new. This’ll feel weird, but I promise it won’t hurt."Feliciano blinked in surprise at the other's explanation of the dragon's motives--or his personal theory of them, at least. Distracted by the priceless gems he'd had sewn into his gown and woven in his hair? How could the dragon have even seen such a thing, from such a distance? Feliciano knew little on the capabilities of dragons, beyond the stories and rumors and tales he'd heard over his lifetime. However, there had been no dragon one second and a sudden appearance of roaring and claws and fire the next, and while he'd been illuminated by bright torchlight, was it really so bright as to see what he'd adorned himself with? While the prince seemed lost in his thoughts, he was still distantly aware of Francis moving closer after setting his basket aside. With no reason to not trust the other, Feliciano allowed the breach of his personal space with ease: he wasn't one to keep people at a distance anyway, loving tactile attention and affection. Still, though, the sudden warmth pooling over the back of his neck made Feliciano flinch, just a little. More than just unexpected, additional heat over the throbbing of (thankfully minor) burnt skin sent a slightly stronger pang of pain along his skin. Fear prickled along his skin, raising goosebumps along the way and tremors at the tips of his fingers. "What are you d-doing, ve?" Feliciano asked after a moment, voice breaking as he spoke. He didn't actively fear this Francis; with the ethereally calming way he shone in the darkness around them, the gentle way he touched Feliciano and the kind way he'd thought to come here from wherever he called home just to check up on Feliciano. Still, there was a dragon out there, and the unknown fates of his friends, family, and subjects bearing heavily on Feliciano's mind even in a quiet moment like this. His nerves could only get the best of him. Francis didn't quite so much fully respond as he asked a question of his own; but the question itself served a respectable answer to the prince's question. "Have you ever seen a healer before?" Francis asked as that heat grew warmer against Feliciano's neck. "A full healer like me? I can explain to you what I’m doing as I go along if it will help?""Yes, p-please explain," Feliciano replied far too quickly, his anxiety taking over his words. "I-I know you're not going to burn me o-or anything but whatever y-you're doing is warm and it's kind of s-scaring me, ve." He bit his lip, picking up that fruit back off his lap to nervously pick at the peel, tugging it away from the flesh of the fruit. "I've been to healers when I was still at the palace, and there's a l-lovely woman near my v-villa that has the best poultices I've ever used. A-Are they not as great of healers as y-you, ve? What s-should I expect to be different?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 18, 2017 12:04:33 GMT -5
"Yes, p-please explain, I-I know you're not going to burn me o-or anything but whatever y-you're doing is warm and it's kind of s-scaring me, ve. I've been to healers when I was still at the palace, and there's a l-lovely woman near my v-villa that has the best poultices I've ever used. A-Are they not as great of healers as y-you, ve? What s-should I expect to be different?"He just smiled softly at the man in front of him, humming as he spoke, trying to keep him soothed and calm. He would explain everything to this man, and hope that he could get him to trust him too. It would be nice to have others to chat with and drink tea with. He missed just having a nice chat without realizing there was a large mouth of teeth near you. “I apologize, but there is no need to fear. The heat is the residual heat leaving the skin, as well as the triggering of the cleanup of the damaged skin. I’ll make sure to cool it when I’m done, but please don’t be afraid. Poultices are good… in fact I might give you some here to help with the healing on its own when I can’t be here. It’s better for the body to do it most natural, I can speed up the process, do more through energy manipulation. But with this burn, I want to start it off on the right path, and to ensure it doesn’t scar. Neither one of us is better than the other, we just have different ways of working. I’m sure I could learn a lot from her.”Smiling softly still, he carefully withdrew his hand, pulling the heat away with it too. Smiling as he moved to sit in front of the prince now, he nodded and held out a hand. Now that he was looking closely, he could see that the prince was attractive for a human, but that was all. He more liked his personality, and he hoped that they could become good friends. "Here, take my hand and I’ll try to explain more of how the gift works. If you understand, you will not fear, no? I hope that perhaps you will let me see you again? It’s nice to have someone more your own size to talk to. I can bring tea too? And more food, perhaps bread and something?”
Feliciano Vargas
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