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The Dragon's Capture by Saurus The Dragon's Capture by Saurus
Coiling winds of ghastly grey rushed by Orothan’s line of sight, offering no vision beyond a few feet. Any and all scenery was reduced to vague shapes of dull dark grey in an even vaguer haze of lighter grey as he forced his way through a persistent blizzard, pounding his wings to find currents on which he could glide a few miles before making another climb. It didn’t bother the dragon any; in fact, he was now fully in his element. He felt invigorated, full of energy, and for all his introvert ponderings he could even be considered to be in a good mood. Or at least a less foul one. Ageaus didn’t seem to be faring as well though. It was only because he could still feel the wizard seated on his back, on the spot in between his shoulder blades where his wings connected to his body, that the dragon knew he was still there.

Twelve more days had passed since he and Ageaus had had their argument, and their interactions since had been blunt, with dangerous undertones. At first both kept to simple observations they felt the other should be aware of, but no more than that. Ageaus occasionally tried at a conversation, but Orothan stubbornly shot down any attempt with sulking silence, trying his best to block of his thoughts for the telepath. The dragon was hell bend on not getting along with the merman, regardless of the merman’s help during his first hunt on the Veiled Tundras, or his guiding to good landing spots as they made for shelter every night, or his help on finding the most suitable currents that allowed him to fly longer and more comfortably. But mostly it was exactly because he was starting to grow sympathy for the wizard that he made it a point to be as little forthcoming as possible. He wanted to be angry and outraged at Ageaus, but could in all honesty feel no reason why he had not earned his fate. The former warlord had been willing to have the entire Aquarion Empire suffer a long pointless war just so he could advance in the ranks of the armies of the White Queen Aïlthilim. The fact that Ageaus was willing to spare his life despite even that did Orothan’s attempt to dislike him no good either.

As days passed their conversations still remained blunt en somewhat rough, but the hidden threats and ill veiled insults on Orothan’s part grew increasingly sparse, until he at times was even willing to indulge Ageaus’ tries at a normal conversation, if only marginally so. As they set in to the eleventh day however, Ageaus grew more silent, and today he had barely spoken a word. Even the faint sense of his telepathic presence had been all but absent in Orothan’s mind. Having thus flown for a few hours in quiet absent, Orothan finally addressed him, taking care not to sound concerned or overtly interested.

“Are you alright?” he growled over the sound of the screaming blizzard winds.

Agaus reacted startled at first, as if surprised he was suddenly spoken to, but then replied in his telepathic voice all the same, sounding more weary then he had ever sounded before. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Just growing tired. That’s all.”

It was all the response Orothan got out of him before a great silence met him once again. For a moment he considered trying to be more inquisitive, but it wouldn’t get that far. A sudden hissing sound and a searing pain in his left wing blocked any thoughts he had on the subject. With a wailing roar that was remarkably in tune with the screaming blizzard around him the dragon coiled in an awkward angle, messing up any aerodynamic flow he had maintained all this time. Setting instantly in a dangerous plummeting fall, he could not in any way regain his orientation. Any attempt to spread his wings or regain his centre was met with forceful blows of wind and searing pains in his left wing. By the time he was able to discern there was a spear lodged in the muscles running through his wing, he was already dangerously close to the ground, and before he could wonder how it got there, he smashed full speed in thick dunes of pure white snow.



Ageaus gasped as Orothan suddenly lurched in mid flight, throwing the wizard of with little effort. He let out a startled “Wha-?!” before he lost his grip on the dragon and fell, his entire vision consumed by the blizzard. He whirled haphazardly through thin air several times before he regained some form of balance, by which time he could no longer discern anything through the haze to orient himself by. Even Orothan was nowhere in sight. Even though he could not see it, he was painfully aware of the ground rushing towards him at a lethal speed, his mind working quickly. He felt it was hard to focus, eyes tearing as freezing winds scraped past his face. He was vaguely aware he was holding his breath, every gasp for air met by ice cold air rushing his lungs. It was only his control over water that saved him from certain doom. A pillar of snow rushed up to meet him from the ground, embracing him carefully before lowering him down to solid footing again. As soon as his feet made contact with the earth, he collapsed to his knees, taking deep breaths to regain his centre and subdue the trembling of his muscles. He allowed himself a few seconds seated like this, but when he picked up a faint roar drifting on the winds, his eyes shot up, his thoughts sharp once again, and he quickly got to his feet.



Orothan blinked, painfully slowly, his muscles acing in ways he didn’t even knew was possible. The dragon rolled over on his stomach, vaguely aware of grey shapes in front of him. He tried to lift himself, but felt this was far more demanding then he had expected. He dropped back down, took another few deep rumbling breaths, then tried to lift himself again.

“There! He’s moving! Pin him down quickly!”

A questioning growl was all Orothan could utter before a loaded rope wrapped around his extended wing and snapped tight by its own momentum. Pain shot through his body again and he uttered his dismay loudly. The shapes had loomed up from the fog, revealing them to be humans. His instincts preoccupied with escaping all the pain, Orothan failed to distinguish them beyond that. Only partially he was aware that they all wore identical outfits much like army outfits. All of them donned white clothing, though only parts of it showed, and hoods in a similar fabric, making their features hard to discern against the snowy background. They moved with military routine, revealing them to be trained warriors, and they wore breastplates and shoulder pads to confirm this.
A second rope wrapped around him, pulling him down in the snow a second and a third time, making his struggle all the more desperate.

“More ropes!” a voice somewhere behind him shouted.

“Watch his tail!”

“Just take him out already!”

The shouts became frantic, the situation growing more heated and intense with every passing second. Orothan was now fighting the ropes with all the painstaking might his muscles would still lend him after his deadly fall, but if he had any strength left, it was unable to overcome his big disadvantage pinned so close to the ground. He felt more ropes entangling his wings and limbs, and suddenly something moved up his back. From the corner of his eye he could see the glistening of a spear hanging over him, and above that, the eyes of the man preparing to strike.

The next moment, a flash of radiant blue shot over him, striking the man posed to kill him full frontal in the chest. Staggering back out of the dragon’s line of sight, Orothan could still feel the man fall of his back. His own surprised look was accented by the confused cries of the shapes holding him down. The next sensation flooding his mind was a profound sense of relief as he saw Ageaus rushing out of the fog, sword held high and a determined grin set on his face.

“I’ve never been happier to see you, wizard!” The dragon laughed, which translated in him baring his teeth in a dangerous looking snarl.

“You can thank me when we get out of this!” Ageaus shouted back, his sword already clashing with two of the attackers. “Now hurry up and make yourself useful! I can’t take them all on by myself!” his words contradicted the skilled way in which he disarmed both his opponents, knocking them out with the heavy pummel of his blade.

Inspired, Orothan forced himself up with an enthusiastic roar, taking full advantage of the divided attention of his assailants. He felt the grip on the ropes slipping as he pulled free, effectively lifting some of them up in the air. Having regained his freedom, he swung around quickly, sweeping his tail low as he let out a second deafening roar. Something collided with his tail, and he was glad to note one of the warriors flew a good ten feet through the air before hitting the ground again. He charged ahead at three men gathered together, smashing them apart with his head like a thundering rhino before they could as much as unsheathe the swords at their sides. The dragon slid to a halt in the snow as he wheeled to look back, managing to look glum at the havoc he was causing amongst the white clothed soldiers.
Behind him, Ageaus fought just as fiercely, fighting several men at once, every time he disarmed one or knocked one out, another taking his place. It seemed most of the soldiers were more inclined to charge a single man rather then a dragon. Not being used to walking on land, Ageaus’ movement was slower then he would want, and every so often a blade would mark his body with a shallow cut, but he managed to parry and counter most attacks. As the fight progressed however, he found himself increasingly surrounded by more men. Having lost the initiative of the charge and the advantage of the initial confusion, he was pushed further in to defence as time crept by. By now he was warding of three men, more moving in in the corner of his eyes.

“Get down!” he heard a mental shout from Orothan, and he obliged without hesitation, dropping himself backwards in the snow. A massive shape shot over him, knocking his attackers down to the ground, scattering them back in all directions. Discouraged, and most of them now without a weapon to defend themselves with, they scurried away with frightened shouts, supporting those Ageaus had knocked out.

“After them! We need to kill them before-!”

“No!” Orothan had already taken a few running steps in pursuit when Ageaus’ shout stopped him. The dragon turned around, casting a quizzical look at his companion. Ageaus had trusted his sword in the ground and was now leaning on it for support, his other hand holding his side. When he continued, his voice bore a sense of calm reasoning. “There’s no need to kill them. By the time they can tell anyone what has happened, we’ll be far ahead of them. And if it’s just a grudge you’re after, you can’t really blame a soldier for following his captain’s orders.” He argued conciliating, reading Orothan’s mind.

The dragon let out a disgruntled but accepting growl and abandoned his pursuit, walking back up towards Ageaus. “I suppose you’re right.” He grumbled.

“Besides, with your charming personality, you can’t really blame anyone for shooting at you.” Ageaus jested with a broad smile on his face.

Orothan looked gruff for a moment, then set in a reluctant smile as well at Ageaus’ laughter. His smile faded abruptly though when Ageaus’ laugh broke and his face turned pale, his eyes turning upward. Ageaus saw the world whirl in a slowed passing of time, not even registering as he fell to his side and his head smacking against the ground. The last thing he saw was Orothan looming over him with what he vaguely wondered to be a worried look. A distant calling of his name pursuit him as darkness crouched up on him. As his numb arm slipped from his side, it revealed the deep bleeding wound, blood quickly colouring the maiden white snow around him a deep and ominous red.

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At long last I give you the next part in the Arctic Wastes Saga! We’ve upped the pace a bit, as we’ll be drawing this to an end pretty soon, hence the humongous amount of text. I hope you enjoyed it!

The drawing is reasonable. I’m not that fond of my line art, and my coloration isn’t as detailed as I used to make it. Or at least, that’s how it feels to me. Then again, it’s a big drawing with lots of figures. I can’t be expected to go into massive detail on all of them. Or so I tell myself. Anywho, I hope you like it, and make sure to pay Ageaus a visit as well. His page is over here: [link]
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Letdragon Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2007
Capturing a dragon, an evil I can't stand. This is quite well done, text included
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Saurus Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Depends on their motivation ofcourse. They might have acted in self defence, or self preservation. Thanks for the compliment mate! And congrats on your comic series. It's a fun read. And you've read Temeraire, so you get bonus points :)
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Letdragon Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2007
You're welcome. Yes, do pardon me, I love dragons and hate seeing them hurt in any way. Call me eccentric if you would, I even abstain from harming them in video games ^_^

You looked at my comic? Why thank you very much. I'm glad you like it. And Temeraire as well? You I like very much! Must watch!
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Saurus Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Haha! That's most kind of you!

And yes, refraining from harming dragons in video games might border eccentric :D
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Letdragon Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2007
Hehe, well I don't seem to do it as much anymore, but I try to avoid hurting when possible
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That-Kid-Flak Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Nice :)
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Saurus Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:D it's nice to see you still pop in to Deviantart every now and then, if just for the occasional comment :) Thanks mate.
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That-Kid-Flak Featured By Owner May 20, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
My visits seem to be few and far between but I keep coming back because I like seeing your art :)
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Saurus Featured By Owner May 21, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Which pleases me greatly of course :D Thanks for the comment spree, by the way :p
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That-Kid-Flak Featured By Owner May 21, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Hahaha yep :)
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NioTheDreamer Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2007
The colors are great. Some of the arms are a bit large but the overall effect is very much like a snow storm.


Interesting story indeed
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Saurus Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Heh, yeah, my effects are reasonable as far as I'm concerned, but I’m a bit concerned about my line art and coloration skills in general. I seem to have reached a dead point where I’m not really making any more progress. I guess an art course would help, but I haven’t the time for those. I’ll sit it out a while longer and hopefully it’ll pick up at some point.

And ofcourse, thanks for the comment :)
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CasanovaUnlimited Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2007
It's good to see you've been busy, Saurus :hug:
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Saurus Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Well, I admit that I've been neglecting my drawing skills. If time permits, I'll start drawing more soon. And thank you for the kind hug :)
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Ageaus Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2007   Traditional Artist
That was amazing! the whole thing! I still feel bad about changing the course of the story though.
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Ageaus Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2007   Traditional Artist
That was amazing! the whole thing! I still feel bad about changing the course of the story though.
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Saurus Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hehe, don't worry about it. This'll make for just as fine a story, if less elaborate. I'm glad you're liking it, as I wasn't all to sure how you Ageaus would have reacted at some points.
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Ageaus Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2007   Traditional Artist
it's fine. what do you think should happen next?
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Saurus Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2007  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'll send you a note. We don't want to give away to much of the story, do we :)
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Ageaus Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2007   Traditional Artist
yeah i supose not/
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