[Markos Harper]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1a1a1a; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] you believe there's something else to relieve your emptiness The loud snapping sounds of an axe chopping into wood echoed in the still, frigid air. Markos Harper was dressed in a long sleeve shirt, black pants and boots as he labored away chopping wood for the ever going fire in the small hut he and his wife owned. With Tara being so late in her pregnancy, the last thing Mark wanted was for her to get sick. Nothing good came from a weak woman in labor. Just the thought made him swing the axe faster, heavier into the wood. His arm was burning but he didn't care, this wasn't something he could toy around with. It wasn't until he heard a crash from did he pause to look up. The ground was snowy, and the puffy gray clouds only indicated that it was going to snow some more. Bursting in through the trees and landing heavily into the snow was a silvery green dragon the size of a large dog. It wings were out stretched and shaking slightly as the beast regained his feet and stood, shaking the snow off it's shiny scales. Those minty green eyes stared right into the soul of Mark as Rhaek snorted, looking away rather nervously. All the knight could do was smirk, knowing the dragon was embarrassed about the crash landing. "You'll get it soon enough, relax." He said with a smile. The male dragon bared his teeth slightly before rolling his eyes. He folded his wings in neatly and laid down on the ground, letting out a low grunt and deciding to watch his rider chop wood, thin tail twitching back and forth. Mark saw the changes in the Dragon quicker than he thought he would. Within a month the dragon had doubled in size, and now at two months, he'd grown four times his original size. He had felt terrible, not being able to really feed the Dragon after a month of it's life. The deer he had killed wasn't nearly enough to support the growing hunger of the beast, and he still had to make sure he had enough food to last his family through the winter. Rhaek took no offense to this and went hunting for his own food. Coming back with little things at first, now the small Dragon was taking down baby deer, foxes and he even shared images of killing a wolf with Markos. His body was filling out, he did not look like the hatchling he was before. Even though he had plenty of room to grow, muscles were starting to fill in. The one thing Markos noticed in the difference between Abraxas and Rhaek was that Rhaek was a lot more muscled, and overall thick for a young one. His head was more square and blunt, where as the black dragon's head was thinner and agile. This dragon that sat before him was going to grow into something that could bulldoze a castle in a few years. The idea almost scared Mark. Rhaek wasn't talking yet, but he did finally get the concept of sharing his mind with Mark, thus the images. This was how he spoke, and Mark wondered if the beast would ever talk. He made a distinct effort to teach the creature as much in words as he could. He knew the Dragon was concentrating and learning, it was just going to take time. After finishing up the last few piles of wood, Mark let the axe fall into the wood block and he let out a tired groan. Rhaek's eyes shot open at the sound of the axe, and he stared at Mark, pupils narrowing into slits. Mark gave Rhaek a smile before saying "It'll be better to sleep inside. Come'on, your still small enough." He said with a smile. Mark turned on his heel to start toward the back door, the snow crunching under his boots. He was twenty or so feet from the hut when he felt an overwhelming sense of alarm fell over him. He stopped dead in his tracks, and the hair stood up on every inch of his body. He spun around at the sound of a snarling roar that ripped from Rhaek's throat. They came crashing through the trees, unafraid and too big to even worry about the trees anyway. Like a shadow she came darting past, missing Markos by inches. Spiraling up to the sky, Abraxas let out a roar that drowned out Rhaek's, and Mark could see Mikael sitting on her back. All the color drained from Mark's face. They weren't ready for this, no way. Before he could even think of anything to do, a streak of green flashed by his face. Rhaek was racing after the dragon the dragon that was four times bigger than himself. "RHAEK!!!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, feeling helpless as he stood on the ground. From what he could see, Rhaek dove right into the female Dragon's head, sending her off course. He could hear the screaming of roars and confusion in realization that Markos or Tara had hatched an egg too. Mark finally took action and sprinted toward his axe, the only weapon he could get to in time while Abraxas folded in her wings and dove to the snowy ground. Mark dove and slid toward the axe, missing the dragon's talons as the reached out to grab him. Frustration was emanate in her eyes as he roared and beat her wings heavily to avoid crashing into the ground. Rhaek swooped down low, chasing after her tail, a growl much more fierce than Mark could ever think could come out of the smaller dragon. Instead of doubling around, Abraxas opened her maw and let loose a fiery jet of flame that traced a line across the hut roof. She out stretched her wings, pulled a sharp turn and again, sent flames over the house to engulf it. "NO! TARA!!!!" He screamed, running forward and and crashing through the door. The house was up in flames and was going to burn down fast. He stumbled through the house, scrambling to find his wife and get her out while the black dragon started to lit the other village huts on fire...... words (IDK!) tags (Tara/Mikael/Open) muse (AWESOME) comments (this will be fun!) lyrics (Aurora by Foo Fighters) template made by mercy of wonderland.

[Tara Harper]

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BELIEVE ME ADIA, WE ARE STILL INNOCENT ------------------------------------------------------------ [style= overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 275px; padding:5px; font-size: 13px; background-color: #0e0e0e; border: 5px solid #0e0e0e;]Tara felt as though she was about to pop. Though she had a little over a month left in her pregnancy, she knew that she could go into labor at any time. The kicks of the baby and the feel of him moving around often kept her up at night. Though she was tired, she was also comforted by the motions; it helped to ease her mind, knowing that her baby boy was alright. Though Tara didn't know for sure the gender of the child she carried, she prayed every waking moment that the child would be a boy. After what Tara had been through, it was no surprise that she would want a boy. She shuddered to think of the horrible things that could happen to her child, should it be a girl. These thoughts often haunted her dreams, though she kept this from her husband. She didn't want him to know just how much she was still hurt by the events that had taken place. In the hopes of having a boy, Tara had insisted upon referring to the child as such at every possible moment. Seeing as Markos wouldn't allow Tara help him, even by carrying one log of firewood, she had instead figured she would finish the blanket she had been working on for the baby. It was a green which was similar to Rhaek's scales. Tara had worked long and hard to get it finished. She had barely finished the last stitch when she had dozed off on top of the bed she shared with her husband. Odd thoughts were weaving in and out of her head, leaking into her dreams... An earth shattering crash startled Tara, causing her to wake with a jolt. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she listened for a moment, her heart pounding as she absentmindedly ran a hand over the large bump that was her stomach. Her blood just about ran cold when her worst fears were realized. Jumping to her feet, Tara dashed for the stairs. panic gripping her heart. "MARK! she called out, absolutely terrified. Before she even reached the other side of the room, she could feel the heat. Pulling herself back, her breathing started to pick up and she knew she had to get out of there. With the fire spreading quickly, the young woman wasted no time and grabbed her cloak and the blanket she had made for her unborn babe. Though she could not yet see the flames that lit her home within her bedroom, thick smoke was rolling in and choking her. Though she could hardly make out the sound over the roar of the fire, Tara was sure she had heard Markos screaming for her. "Mark!" she yelled, racing for the door. As soon as she opened it, smoke came rolling in and she felt as though she had walked into a brick wall of heat. Hardly able to see through the dense smoke and flame, Tara stumbled, nearly falling down the stairs. [b"]MARK!"

[/b] she cried out, scared to death as a beam feel from the ceiling, inches away from hitting her. Pulling up the skirts of her dress, she had to make sure that the fabric did not catch. When another, flaming, beam feel from the ceiling, the young woman was forced to throw herself out of the way or risk being crushed to death. Landing hard upon the floor, she cried out in pain.[/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table]

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[Mikael Varden]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk162/melmoe92/MIKAEL/mikael-1-1.jpg); opacity: .5; -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px; border: 10px solid #080808;] [style=font-family: times; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; color: 080808; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-align: center;]WHAT IF I SAY I'M NOT LIKE THE OTHERS? The burning of the hut reflected in those pale blue eyes, reflecting the same way he felt inside. His anger was more so than it ever had been before. He was not going to be made a fool of, and he was NOT going to let some idiot knight steal his glory, steal his power and steal his life. He was holding onto the dark leather saddle that sat between Abraxas' two large spikes, avoiding the darting attacks from the young dragon Markos was able to hatch. It had been a few weeks since Mikael and his beloved Dragon had hit the skies and caused some pain. Abraxas had healed from her wound given by the Queen of Hrothgard, Valerie had healed her, and the Dragon had a new found hatred for the Kingdom and it's lands. The hatred was exactly what led them back to visit the house of the Harper's. Mikael wanted them dead, he wanted anything dead to be honest but he knew killing these two would be easier than the King and Queen of Hrothgard. That would come soon enough, and when that time came he would have plenty of back up, and his dragon would only grow larger. The surprise struck him as the little green dragon had struck Abraxas, things weren't going to be as easy now.... unless they took out the growing target. Anger coursed through his body, he was cursing to himself, knowing he should had tried harder to kill Markos the last time they were around. This was the sort of thing that got him into trouble... waiting around. Biding his time. He muttered something under his breath as the dog sized dragon zipped over his head, missing him by inches. Abraxas tucked her right wing in and dove toward it. Being the size of a truck, the black dragon was much larger than the green. She snapped at it with her maw, but missed. With a low growl the black dragon twisted in the air and went after the young hatchling, growing annoyed with it's presence. "Your like a bug that needs to be smashed." She spat out for all to hear. A low rumbling growl echoed in the chilly air as she snapped again, but Rhaek was just quick enough to dive out of the way and swing back toward the burning hut, calling for his rider in a panicked frenzy. The general of the Faylinn army looked over his shoulder while Abraxas took her time turning about. They were in no rush to kill these three, in fact Mikael hoped the fire would get the best of them, less energy taken. A small smile fell over his face and he chuckled out loud, causing Abraxas to purr with delight before she took a tight turn and headed back toward the smoke rising above the trees..... [/style]

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[Markos Harper]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1a1a1a; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] you believe there's something else to relieve your emptiness He was running forward when he heard Tara's cry. He knew she was up ahead somewhere, bu the smoke was getting to be too much. He could hear Rhaek screaming and calling out and around the hut, sending him images of what was happening. Mikael and Abraxas weren't anywhere to be seen at he moment, the house was burning down and all Mark could think about doing was running. They had to run, nothing was left for them here. He quickly thought about his mother Lilly, and he hoped she would be smart enough to stay away. He didn't want to die here, nor did he want anything to happen to Tara and his unborn child. They needed to run, to leave before Mikael and Abraxas could even turn and come get them. "TARA!!!!" he screamed again, tripping and falling onto the wood floor. The smoke was getting thicker still and he was lucky enough to dodge the caving in roof... Rhaek was circling around the hut like a bat out of hell. He was panicking. The silvery green dragon couldn't take it any longer and dove right through the window, falling onto the wood floor and skidding slightly. He couldn't see through the smoke but he heard her breathing and he went to her quickly. He finally spotted Tara on the floor and he ran his scaly body up against her before shoving his blunt head under his arm and chest, urging her to stand. He unfurled his wings and flapped rapidly, flicking his tail and clicking at her, sending Markos images of where Tara was... Mark crashed into both of them, grabbing hold of Tara and pausing for a brief hug before saying, "Just follow me. We need to leave now, they are taking there time coming back. Hurry!" the young knight sounded crazy, but he knew what he was talking about. Grabbing Tara by the wrist he pulled her forward and out the back door. The flicker of silver scales zoomed by as Rhaek took to the sky, guarding over them both. Markos let out a shrill whistle, half running, half dragging Tara through the snow and into the forest beside the houses. More and more people were running from they're homes as they caught fire too. It was chaos and Mark only hoped it would be for Mikael too.... Maltros came galloping toward them, with nothing on but his warm fuzzy winter coat. His brown eyes were widened with fear, the scent of smoke was getting to him and the cries of dragon's didn't help either. Mark turned toward Tara. "The second you get tired tell me." his voice was harsh, but he meant her no harm. All he wanted was for her to be safe, and if that meant her galloping away on Maltros then so be it. He took her hand and ran deeper into the woods, his bay gelding cantering along side him, and Rhaek swooping in and around trees to stay hidden, but to keep an eye on where the black mass of dragon was. The young knight turned and gave one last look to the caving in fire he once called his home, the place he wanted to raise his child and live with Tara in peace. The anger within him was unimaginable, but he had no choice but to run.... they were not ready for this yet.... words (IDK!) tags (Tara/Mikael/Open) muse (AWESOME) comments (this will be fun!) lyrics (Aurora by Foo Fighters) template made by mercy of wonderland.

[Tara Harper]

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BELIEVE ME ADIA, WE ARE STILL INNOCENT ------------------------------------------------------------ [style= overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 275px; padding:5px; font-size: 13px; background-color: #0e0e0e; border: 5px solid #0e0e0e;]It was getting harder to breathe and the heat was closing in on Tara. Chaos was taking over the place that had been Tara's home and for a moment, she was sure that she was done for, until she spotted the green and silvery scales of Rhaek. She could feel him against her and not just his body, but his mind as well. With his help, she was able to push herself up, swaying for a moment before something ran straight into her. Had he not pulled her into a hug, he probably would have knocked her right over. "Mark," she breathed, holding him in return as tightly as she possibly could. He was alive and in one piece: a fact that she was more than grateful for. The embrace was over too quickly as he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along with him, though she was sure to grab her cloak and the blanket from where she had fallen. Her entire body seemed to rejoice as they stepped out into the open air, even despite how cold it was. As they ran, Tara could feel her lungs burning with every breath and her muscles aching to rest. "I can't-" she said to her husband, barely able to keep up. She was so far along in her pregnancy now that she could barely even stand without her back aching. "I have to stop, Mark..." she was practically shaking from exhaustion as tears rolled down her face. She couldn't run through the forest without stumbling and the thick layer of snow on the ground only made this worse. They had made it far enough that you could no longer see the village, but the sounds of their neighbor's screams echoed in the distance while the scent of smoke was heavy in the winter air. Hardly able to move another inch, Tara fell to her knees in the snow, sobbing and shivering. She was ashamed of being so weak, but her emotions were running so high that there was no stopping the tears from flowing. [/style]

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[Markos Harper]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1a1a1a; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] you believe there's something else to relieve your emptiness Mark slid an inch or two in the fresh snow, his head whipping around to look at his wife. Panic stricken and full of adrenaline, Markos wasted no time. He knew his wife would not continue on this late in her pregnancy, he had to make a decision. Whistling sharply, the dark bay horse swung around and cantered back toward them. "Get on. Head toward the capital. Lydia and Alex will take you in." His dark brown eyes were filled with dread. He didn't want to tell her what was coming next. He wasn't going to get on the back of his horse with her. Two people would slow Maltros even more, and with a fast flying dragon, the last thing he wanted was to be caught too easily. He was going to distract Mikael and Abraxas while Tara made a run for it, it was Rhaek and himself they wanted dead more than anything right now anyway. With a darkening look in his eyes, he tried to clear his mind. Rhaek's short screaming call whipped him back into reality and Markos helped Tara onto the gelding before she even had time to protest. The familiar flapping of Abraxas' heavy wings was getting closer now and his silvery green dragon was swooping down low between the trees. "Go. Go Now!" He said, reaching up to kiss her once more before he commanded Maltros to get moving. Rhaek swooped down low and slid to a stop in front of his rider, clicking and tilting his head as Tara and the horse took off into the trees. Mark clenched his fists when he heard the black beast roar, echoing through the trees, and Mark turned to his dragon. "Just try to distract them without getting killed." the rider said out loud. With a curl of his lip, Rhaek turned to Mark and stifled what seemed to be a laugh, his sides heaving slightly from the flight he had been taking. "What's the fun in that?" a lower toned voice said, almost startling Mark. The dragon winked, unfurled his wings and took off into the sky, leaving Mark to figure out how he was going to help in this mess..... words (IDK!) tags (Tara/Mikael/Open) muse (AWESOME) comments (this will be fun!) lyrics (Aurora by Foo Fighters) template made by mercy of wonderland.

[Tara Harper]

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BELIEVE ME ADIA, WE ARE STILL INNOCENT ------------------------------------------------------------ [style= overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 275px; padding:5px; font-size: 13px; background-color: #0e0e0e; border: 5px solid #0e0e0e;]"Mark, no," Tara begged him, trying to grab a hold of him. She didn't want to leave him; she didn't want to be alone. Tears flowed down her face as he kissed her, but he refused to let her hold on to him. "Please..." she said, trying to convince him to go with her or let her stay. She didn't want to be without him, but she didn't have a say in the matter. As Maltros galloped off against her wishes, all Tara could do was hold on tight and look back at her husband's disappearing form through her tear filled eyes... Tara hadn't the slightest idea how long she was on the back of Maltros, but she knew for sure that they should have reached the capital by then. Her body ached and she was shivering, even as she had been pressing herself to her husband's steed while she continued to cry. When she looked around, she didn't have the slightest clue as to where they were. The capital was not in sight and they were surrounded by nothing but the mountain forest. The pain that wracked her body was becoming unbearable. She couldn't sit atop the horse any longer. Pulling herself off of his back, she slid as carefully as she could to the ground. Leading him forward, Tara nearly collapsed from the pain that she was in. Falling to her knees, she pressed a hand to her stomach, closing her eyes tightly and crying out while Maltros nudged her with his nose. When the pain finally receded, it left behind a feeling of pure panic. She couldn't be going into labor then and there.... not without Markos. "Oh god, please no..." Tara said breathlessly, moving herself against a nearby tree. She pulled her cloak around herself tightly, desperately seeking warmth. She didn't know what to do and she didn't have the slightest idea as to where they were. When another labor pain swept over her, she couldn't keep from crying out again. She couldn't have a baby on her own. [/style]

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[Markos Harper]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1a1a1a; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] you believe there's something else to relieve your emptiness Mark didn't think it was humanly possible to run any longer. His lungs burned with every intake of breath and he was sure his shoulder was out of place from being thrown by the beast. Rhaek was the one who got more of a beating, but still the dog sized dragon was ahead of him a few paces, his growing nerves leaking into Mark's head. They had been half running away from Mikael and Abraxas, and half finding Tara. The farther they got away from the capital, the more nervous Markos had gotten. "Rhaek, are you sure you have the right scent?" He was almost about to collapse when Rhaek snapped at him, "I may be younger than you, but I am not an idiot." for such a little guy, his voice was husky and full of a sudden wisdom Mark didn't think a dragon of only a few months could have. That shut the rider up for now and he just sucked it up and ran with his dragon. Mikael and Abraxas had lost them for now, it had grown dark and made things a hell of a lot harder. Thankfully the fires and chaos the black dragon had caused ended up helping Mark in the long run... The silvery-tinted dragon suddenly lurched and he took off faster, his panic worse now. Mark didn't even get a chance to push his thoughts into the dragon's mind before he heard Tara yell out in pain. "NO!" Mark screamed, seeing her figure through the dark. Maltros was standing by his wife, head lowered and face right by her. Tara was leaning against a tree and clutching her stomach. His face drained of all color and he stopped in his tracks, almost afraid to move forward. Rhaek landed heavily next to Tara and his minty green eyes took in the scene. He looked from her belly to her face and pushed his thoughts out so that everyone could here. "Why did you stop moving!? Get to her!" The dragon snarled at Mark, annoyed at the fact that he couldn't lift Tara himself. Mark gulped and then he ran forward, grabbing Tara's face and kissing her. "I'm so sorry." He said, grabbing hold of her and scooping her up. "Find me a place Rhaek. Go." With any words, Rhaek took off showing him pictures with his mind of a old barn they had passed on the way to finding Tara. Mark couldn't put her on Maltros, so he carried her himself.... words (IDK!) tags (Tara/Mikael/Open) muse (AWESOME) comments (this will be fun!) lyrics (Aurora by Foo Fighters) template made by mercy of wonderland.

[Tara Harper]

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BELIEVE ME ADIA, WE ARE STILL INNOCENT ------------------------------------------------------------ [style= overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 275px; padding:5px; font-size: 13px; background-color: #0e0e0e; border: 5px solid #0e0e0e;]As the pains grew closer and closer together, Tara's panicking only grew worse. She had never been more scared in her entire life. Though Maltros's presence was comforting, it was not nearly comforting enough. There was no stopping what was about to come, as much as Tara would have liked to. Another agonizing pain had washed over the young mother. The sound of her own scream filled her ears, drowning out the sound of Mark's yelling. She saw Rhaek first, though his form was blurred by her tear filled eyes. She wouldn't have minded curling up with Rhaek's warm body right then, but she could hardly move as another pain came over her. The moment that Mark appeared, her eyes moved to his. Her deep hazel eyes were full of fear and she wasn't quite sure if the fear in his eyes made her more fearful or less so. At least she wasn't the only one who was scared to death. Rhaek's voice cut through her mind, pulling Tara from her thoughts. She didn't even bother to register the shock that came with hearing the young dragon's voice for the first time. Tears slipped down her cold face as her husband grabbed hold of her and kissed her. Shivers wracked her body and she could feel that it was only a matter of time. Not only was she warmer when he held her, but she was relived that she wouldn't have to go through the birth of their child alone. With her arms wrapped around him, Tara clutched her husband desperately. She was still holding onto the blanket that she had made for the baby. It was a good thing too. The baby would need to be wrapped in something. "Oh god, Mark," she said in a pained voice, gripping him tightly and squeezing her eyes shut as her body tensed in pain. "I'm not ready for this..." All Tara wanted to do was cry. Their house had just burned down, they were in the middle of a snow storm, and the person who was supposed to deliver the baby wasn't there. Under any other circumstances, Tara might have been excited, despite the pain. When her contraction passed, she loosened her grip on him somewhat, whimpering in pain. [/style]

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[Markos Harper]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1a1a1a; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] you believe there's something else to relieve your emptiness Markos was winded by the time he found the spot Rhaek was talking about, but this didn't stop him from getting Tara to a safe spot. Rhaek took down the locked door with ease. The lock was rusted over and the wood was weakened over the years. Mark rushed his wife into the building, looking around at the gloomy atmosphere. "It could be worse, Markos." Rhaek said to him, opening his wings and flapping them to blow back most of the dirt. Mark's mouth was set into a hard line, but he knew the dragon was right. Trying to make the best of it, Mark took his own cloak off and laid it down on the ground for Tara to sit on. Maltros walked into the barn, sniffed around and then grunted before he sank to his knees and laid down. Rhaek pushed over a bale of hay for Tara to prop herself up on. The dragon held a sense of pity in those minty green eyes as he gazed at his rider's wife. He was quite fond of her, still being young he considered her his only chance at a motherly figure. Her scream made the dragon recoil before ducking his head and unfurling his wings. "I'm staying guard. Who knows where the black sibling is." he snorted before giving Tara one last look and then he slipped out the door. Markos gulped and looked toward his wife. He wet his lips before he dropped to his knees before her. "You can do this. You have to." He said, his tone darker. He pushed away the thought of those men in the field while he was in training. How they said they couldn't do it. They were the first ones to die. Panic struck him and he blinked back any signs of fear. He had no idea how to do this. Gritting his teeth in frustration, where was his mother when he needed her? Everything was ruined because of that man and his stupid dragon. If he lost another child to this man he would probably end up in a cell. The thought only made him focus even more, and he bit his lip before lifting the skirt of her dress to look. He was almost afraid to look, but so far it didn't look too abnormal. He took a breath and relaxed. "I know you hurt, but you gotta help me Tara.... I don't know what to do." He said, his voice tighter and full of concern.... words (IDK!) tags (Tara/Mikael/Open) muse (AWESOME) comments (this will be fun!) lyrics (Aurora by Foo Fighters) template made by mercy of wonderland.

[Tara Harper]

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BELIEVE ME ADIA, WE ARE STILL INNOCENT ------------------------------------------------------------ [style= overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 275px; padding:5px; font-size: 13px; background-color: #0e0e0e; border: 5px solid #0e0e0e;]When they entered the barn, Tara didn't give a damn what it looked like. All she cared about right then was that the bitter wind was no longer whipping against them and she no longer had to shield her face against Markos to prevent the falling snowflakes from hitting her already ice-cold skin. Though she tried to get comfortable when he set her down, it was just about impossible in her current condition. Trying to breathe through another pain as she leaned against the hay, she listened to her husband and nodded her head. Breathing heavily, Tara winced in pain. "Mark-" she said, lifting her head to look at him. "Start a fire, it's too cold in here for the baby..." It was true too. Just speaking, she could see her breath in the air. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold off on pushing... Tara had never been in so much pain for so long. Then again, she hadn't expected giving birth to a baby to be short and painless. For hours, Tara struggled with the pain, late into the night. She had never been more exhausted in her entire life, but she couldn't sleep even if she had wanted to. The young woman had, with the help of her husband, stripped down to just her under dress. The heat of the fire was warming the barn up and the labor of delivering the child was causing Tara to sweat. Stray strands of hair stuck to her damp forehead and she held strong until the very end, even as her screams of pain grew louder and even worse. When it was all over and done with, Tara collapsed back against the hay, gasping for air. For a moment, there was silence, but then the sound of an infant's cries filled the barn. The new mother was too exhausted to so much as sit up, though she desperately wanted to see her son. It had to be a boy; it just had to be. She didn't want to bring an innocent baby girl into the world... an innocent girl who would only get hurt and violated in the long run. "Mark..." she said, clearly tired. She wanted to hold her baby though: the child that they had created together. Her throat felt tight when she thought about the child that they had lost before they had ever set eyes on him or her. She could only thank the heavens that the same fate had not been bestowed upon the infant who was now wailing and shivering in it's father's arms. [/style]

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[Markos Harper]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1a1a1a; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] you believe there's something else to relieve your emptiness The silence before the babies cry felt like eternity for Markos and he had torn his own shirt off to cover the naked baby. It was so small, squirming and wiggling in his arms before letting out a rather loud cry. Strong. That was all Mark could think of while the baby shivered and let out another wail of discomfort. His breathing was almost as heavy as Tara's, between the stress and just the moment of forgetting how to breath caused his to break out in a light sweat, but nothing like Tara. After having the baby in his arms, he laid a blanket over his wife to offer her some sort of warmth. He didn't want her getting sick. The fire was something, and it was halfway through the night. At the sound of the baby crying, Rhaek pushed the wooden door open, only to shut it quickly behind him with a flick of his tail. The dog sized dragon sat down, giving the new family room, but flicking his tail curiously as he watched the squirming pink pup in it's father's arms. Markos finally looked up from his baby to his wide, his brown eyes filled with the most emotions he'd ever displayed. He hadn't expected this feeling to be like this. He soon cooed the baby till it was silent and chewing on his shirt that was wrapped around it's frail body. Mark looked breathlessly at Tara, "Tara, it's a girl. I can't believe I'm holding her." He said with a goofy smile on his face. Rhaek made a noise that would considered a laugh for a dragon as he looked at his rider. His minty green eyes slide over to the wife and he arched an invisible brow. The color seemed to drain from her face slightly. This caused the dragon to rise to his feet move closer to the humans for a sense of comfort.... words (IDK!) tags (Tara/Mikael/Open) muse (AWESOME) comments (this will be fun!) lyrics (Aurora by Foo Fighters) template made by mercy of wonderland.

[Tara Harper]

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BELIEVE ME ADIA, WE ARE STILL INNOCENT ------------------------------------------------------------ [style= overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 275px; padding:5px; font-size: 13px; background-color: #0e0e0e; border: 5px solid #0e0e0e;]Tara's face paled when Markos spoke, an unpleasant feeling washing over her. It took her a moment to realize that she was completely terrified. "Are you sure?" she asked, her throat feeling as though it were closing in. There was no controlling her emotions and Tara was suddenly crying. Her emotions had been out of sorts for months, so it was no surprise that she would be so emotional right then. Although, most new mothers weren't so terrified of a baby girl. "Check again," Tara insisted, her fear giving her the strength and energy to finally sit up. "Markos, let me see," she said, holding her hands out for the infant. Her blood was running cold and she couldn't shake Mikael from her head... the things he had done to her. She was panicking, her breathing growing heavy once again and her hands shaking. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest that she could hardly hear herself speak. Even as Rhaek entered the barn once more, Tara hardly even noticed. She was too numb and too scared to even think clearly. She was a mother, but she knew she would never be able to protect her from the dangers that lurked out there, in the wilds. With the exception of her husband and brothers, Tara hated men and hated the things that some of them did to women... something that her daughter would one day grow up to be. [/style]

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[Markos Harper]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1a1a1a; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] you believe there's something else to relieve your emptiness Mark blinked at his wife for a second or two, confused by the tone in her voice, her pale face and panicked look strewn across her face. He handed his child off to her mother, the expression on his face still confused. He saw the shaking of her hands, the look in her pretty eyes. Then it hit him, he knew why she was worried about they're daughter and the feeling hit him like a knife twisting in his stomach. Finally his eyes fell when she started to cry. This was not exactly how he wanted to spend the birth night of his daughter, crying and mourning over the fact that she was born a girl. He finally looked up to Tara and scooted closer to her. "I don't want you to cry because of this. Don't be ashamed of who she is." He said, looking down at the baby and then back to his wife. "Male or female she'd have her problems. The world isn't in a right place, never has, and most likely will never be.... That's why we're here." He said, lowering his eyes and sighing. "We're here to protect her with our lives. That's the way it should be." He said in a short tone, thinking of him teaching his daughter to defend herself. Rhaek blinked at his rider and then spoke openly, lifting his head to watch Tara. "He is right, Tara. A son could spell disaster in other ways..." The dragon was thinking along the lines of war and fighting in combat. That, the dragon could not stop. Whether anyone knew at this time or not, the little green dragon vowed to keep a close watch on that baby at all times, even when she was grown. He puffed out wisps of smoke through his nostrils at the thought of someone trying to hurt the small thing. words (IDK!) tags (Tara/Mikael/Open) muse (AWESOME) comments (this will be fun!) lyrics (Aurora by Foo Fighters) template made by mercy of wonderland.

[Tara Harper]

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BELIEVE ME ADIA, WE ARE STILL INNOCENT ------------------------------------------------------------ [style= overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 275px; padding:5px; font-size: 13px; background-color: #0e0e0e; border: 5px solid #0e0e0e;]Tara wanted to curse her melting heart as Markos handed her the child, but looking down at the infant, she could do no such thing. Calming and trying to keep warm in her arms, the child cuddled against her. What Markos and Rhaek said was true and Tara knew that she wasn't alone in her vow to protect the child. Looking at her husband, she ran her free hand along the side of his handsome face and smiled through her tears before giving him gently on the lips. "Thank you," she whispered to him gently. She wasn't just thanking him for his words of reassurance, but for his help and the gift that they had created together. Sniffing and wiping at the tears in her eyes, Tara looked down at the new born. Atop her head was darkened curls, the same shade as he father's. Looking at the small face, it was strange to see how her features had been molded together with Mark's to create perhaps the most beautiful creature the young woman had ever laid eyes upon. "She needs a name..." she said softly, wanting to cry again, just from laying eyes on her, but for an entirely different reason. Looking up to Mark and Rhaek, she waited for their suggestions. The only names that Tara had come up with were boy names. She had wanted to name the baby Markos Joseph, after mark and his father, but there was no way the little girl could pass as a Markos Joseph. [/style]

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