Ashur
JMD #149
Jewel Mane Dragons Page
JMDs belong to lumpinbanana and mine was designed by Nyx.
- Ashur is named after the warrior God of the Assyrians. I also love the name
- Male
JMD #149
Jewel Mane Dragons Page
JMDs belong to lumpinbanana and mine was designed by Nyx.
- It was nothing more than a tiny cry of help that brought me to my feet, my dogtag with my name, "ASHUR", spelled out across it flailing wildly. I had thought that there was no one left in the rubble to be saved, yet a stir in the earth causing a miniature earthquake quickly brought my spacey self back to reality. Finding a new power in my muscles, I sprung across the ex-town to where the sound was coming from. A rival army had come, completely and utterly destroying the small settlement with fire, the red jewel, and overall destruction, the black jewel. The blue jewels of the team had to work extra hard to extinguish the fires while others used their abilities to fight. Being capable of just fire, I had to fight without my power. It was difficult, though I had to help. Jewel Mane Dragons all around were in peril, but the soldiers had to sometimes rest or there would be no hope for any of them. Now that dragons were again trying to escape, energy began again pulsing in our veins. I was stumbling across the mound towards the sound. As soon as I got there, I began digging with both my face and feet, using my tail to sweep away some loose rocks. I was then bowled over by a female, who took over digging for the small distance left. A smaller figure emerged, looking even more disoriented than I did, and I was pretty winded, now lying on my side on the piles of rocks and branches. The small and big JMDs looked so similar that they had to be a mother-child pair. The female gave me a grateful look before they bounded off. The young one was gesturing for the me to follow him. Obediantly, I did so, figuring the child may have a request for me. There were no other noises or looks of someone needing help as he trailed after the two, so a small break would be fine. They turned and sat, watching me as I approached. "Thank you," an adult male walked up behind them and dipped his head gratuitously. "What's your name, son?" he asked. "It's my duty to serve. My name is Ashur." my bones and muscles were beginning to grow incredibly weary, so I lied down on my stomach as the conversation continued. The young one I had now identified as being a male, like me, walked forward a bit apprehensively. "Does it hurt?" he pointed his tail to the scar on my haunches and one of his paws to my eye. Being unable to see my own eye, I looked at my pained leg, where a large scratch stared menacingly at me. Looking back up, I noticed that the father had scolded the child for being curious about the injuries. "No, sir, don't worry about it. I'm glad he mentioned it, I need to make sure I fix it. And no, they're just a bit sore." I replied. They didn't hurt because of the tingling numbness that was spread throughout my body, though I didn't care to mention that. The kid glowed with pride over the praise he received from a soldier before asking another question. "Do you like being a solider?" his head was cocked and his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Yes, I like it very much. I get the chance to save others." my reply came with a small smile. Ever since I was the age of the young boy in front of him, I had know I was was made to serve my fellow Jewel Mane Dragons. "I wanna be a solider too!" he announced, bouncing up and down. Chuckling slightly, I nodded. "That's good, you are noble. Just remember this piece of advice that my dad gave me; 'when everything is gone, everyone is still waiting for their hero'." with that, I looked behind me to where the searchers continued their hunt. A soldier was not required to help, as they needed to tend to their wounds, but I always felt it was important to aid the guard. "I'm going to help find some more of us. You'll be a great soldier one day. Good bye." I gently patted his head with my right forepaw before turning tail and climbing on the rubble again, calling out to the searchers to see if they had found any more victims or if there were any more signs of life.
-And this began their most difficult job of all-
We were standing in front of camp, me and my fellow soldiers... at least, what lie before us used to be camp. It was almost unrecognizable. From the new river that ran through it to the destroyed sign they had crafted ever-so-carefully, it was a mess. "How do we know it's camp? Maybe it's not." one of the men tried to convince us. There was no more than a moment of silence before our commander walked out of the rubble, carrying backpacks and other loose supplies and looking more than just a bit rough. "Soldier, this is how. We've lost our camp, men. I am not well, but I know you will make it." his voice was just as groggy as an old man's, but he wasn't too much older than me. I believe he's five years older than me. That means he would be nine, since I'm four. I was contemplating his appearance when I noticed no one else seemed to be. They were eyeing the supplies, and when he dropped them they all met the bags at the ground and checked for anything they wanted. I took another path, walking around them to stand by our leader. A moment of silence exchanged between us before he laboriously bowed his head. "Thank you for everything you've done. You are one of my most loyal soldiers, and one of the kindest." he smiled weakly at me. I dipped my head, though he stopped me from saying anything. "Will you... will you be my second-in-chief? I'm weaker now than I used to be and I need someone to fall back on." his eyes were almost pleading me to accept and I couldn't see a logical reason not to."It would be an honor," I dipped my head. "Now come on, we have to fix your wounds." The others were healing each other or eating, while some rested. I took to the pile to see what was left of use. Upon finding supplies, I told commander to remain where he was as I search for a brown-jewelled medic. I knew we had them, but they may be out on the battlefield healing the found survivors. That was perfectly fine, though I knew the boss really needed someone to heal him. After everyone was well, we would start on the rebuilding. We would also have our ceremonies for those who we lost in the fight. During that time, I comforted the families as well as I could. They were not always accepting, but I know I change some of their views. In the distance, I saw a medic healing an old JMD. Slowly, I walked up to them. Just to my luck, the man wasn't hurt badly and soon limped away. I explained the situation to his healer and we both began heading towards our old camp, checking for any over-looked survivors on the way.
-Bitter days need hard work-
By some miraculous means, we only lost three of our citizens in the fight. Three confirmed, at least. There were eight still missing, though their families and friends still clung to the hope they were just resting outside of the chaos, waiting for the right time to come back. They were an optimistic group that I genuinely admired. In times of need, they didn't all go hide and wait for us to do it, they organized their on teams of searchers and went looking for them in the wilderness. Of course, they didn't dig through the rubble. They claimed it was because they knew they weren't in there, but I'm pretty sure it's just because they were scared of finding their best friend or child's dead body. I couldn't blame them, I knew I couldn't do it if my family was in jeopardy. Since I had few friends, the commander being one of my closest, I didn't have to worry about finding my friend dead until the end of a fight, when we scoured the battlefield for dead bodies, ones that were barely alive and supplies. Our army was strong though, and not many of our ranks had been killed in battle. Sadly, some were crushed by debris and burnt by fire. I was always careful in times where that could happen. We didn't need to add another fatality to the marks. Besides, I needed to stay so that I could serve. I woke up the next morning feeling like jelly, my body completely sore. I knew the rebuilding would commence today, for no funerals were held until everyone was accounted for. That could take hours, days, or even months. Usually they would wait a week before giving in and letting the town mourn for it's losses. I walked out from under the trees I and several others had rested under to see who else was up. A few children sat pestering a grieving elder about what had happened. I had to assume that she had lost a child or her mate, or even a long time friend. "You three, come here." I said, sounding playful so that they would leave. It worked and the female dipped her head in thanks before walking out farther. I began explaining the principles of a game called Clink Clonk and they happily began playing it. There were few others out at dawn, though commander was up and looking around. I bounded over to him. "Hey commander, what're we going to start building first?" I asked, hardly standing still with the new energy in my creaky bones. He looked over at me and appeared pleased. "Ah, just who I wanted to see! We need to clear out the debris first. Can you start on that? I need to stay here in case any other soldiers come looking for direction." he explained, looking at the many piles of ash and burnt items. "Of course Chief! I'll go get started now." I leaped up the side of the hill and started digging again, using my paws to uncover more rubbish and tail to sweep off what I uncovered. My face was sore, the scratch on my eye was killer despite having been treated by the brown jewelled medics, so I kept it well out of the way. We had a lot of work ahead, a lot of building, cleaning and healing, but I knew everything would end well. With our commander leading us, we were always okay. There were times that the army had lost almost all their soldiers, before my time, yet they still recovered. This was merely a bump in the road. Everything would be perfectly fine, just like before.