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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 21 2011, 08:38 PM (963 Views) | |
| Toxique | Jun 21 2011, 08:38 PM Post #1 |
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Only a meager day after the final battle, the ever weary forces had returned the night before to their home that they defended so dearly. The dull scrape of exhausted claws and trodden boots echoed throughout the academy as the forces returned, some were far more worse for wear than the others. On their backs they carried wounds so great that the sound of pained screams became numb to the exhausted ears, and sometimes it was not even their own wounds that they carried. Instead some were carrying the wounded brethren on their backs; the largest of the dragons had it the worst. All of the earths had been pooled together to ferry dragons unable to walk and fly to the medic wing and tents set outside. The moment they all returned, too, the medical force was swarming on them like ants on a corpse. The white of the doctor's uniforms were almost instantly stained red with thick blood, though it was through their perseverance and stubborn determination that the body count only grew so high. A majority of the wounded survived, sent to lie off to the side in cleared areas large enough for the biggest dragons on the lawn of the academy. Soon tents were erected to shield the healing from the sun and weather outside, but even so they suffered. The lack of pain medication was astounding, and with the high risk patients being tended to first, many of the dragons on the academy were tended to by basic first aid training from their riders and friends. However with all of the wounded lying about and the dead being carried to their graves, the academy was quickly over run with bodies, dragon and human alike were clamoring over one another in thick troves. And it was no wonder that even after a mere hour the stressed medics and fighters had enough with the ridiculous displays and thick backup of bodies. So with a harsh command and shrieks of frustrated humans, those that were not wounded or were in good enough health to walk were packed up and hauled out. They all had enough energy for battle, it was the same reasoning that led those giving the orders to believe that they were good enough to walk to the outskirts of the capitol against the tent city that loomed their as well. Once there most of the weary bodies collapsed on the ground they stood on, sleeping off the past weeks' events with haggard bodies and minds. But it was a few, a group of females, that branched out and slid to the banks of the river to drink. They were tired, oh so tired, but there was nothing they could do, their jobs had been done; it was only time to wait and rest until the next battle called their weary spirits to fight once more. (Okay, so here we go! If you have a female to be captured post their intro here! Then in a few posts we'll bring in the males to snatch them up and whisk them away. Once they're captured feel free to make your own threads detailing what happens in their capture and all the baby making if you so should please.) |
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| Blood of the Beast | Jun 21 2011, 09:32 PM Post #2 |
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Too much... all this had been too much for Disarrya to handle. Just a scant day after she had been injured, she was still traumatized from the experience. However, the passage of time, however short, and the treatment from the wonderful Rosemaries had shed some light on the true nature of her assault. The acid burn on her right side would scar, but not too severely, as a lot of it had burned through mostly spines instead of flesh. And once the maddening Forest venom had been driven out of her system and she could think with clarity once more, it had become evident that the stab wounds from the Forest's spines had not been as severe as previously thought. Yes, she would still be limping for a while, though the majority of that had been the paralysis of the acid. Somehow, by some miracle, the shreds in her wings were not enough to keep her completely groundbound, but flying would be considerably more difficult. Her return to the Academy had taken place mostly on the back of an Earth. But at least she had one fact to rejoice in, and that was that not one of the dragons she loved most had been terribly injured. Her Kazrael was still whole, their youngest children still at home... Adirondack and Auster had apparently made it out with barely a scratch, and Grund's injuries had been fairly minor. But there was a more pressing concern in the Chaos's still-rattled mind. Akitsa. Her dear rider still had not woken up, and although she had been assured that Akitsa's precious life was not in danger, the hollow feeling in Disarrya's mind was truly unnerving. The presence was there, but more of a constant static than the usual bubbly energy that signified her bonded. But she could only stay doting over her rider's unconscious form for so long. She'd been ordered away to let the medics see to her, but she just couldn't help but cast her mind back. Always, a part of her conscience would rest with Akitsa, caressing her until she awoke. And it was only a matter of time until she would wake... Somehow, Disarrya had been deemed fit enough to leave camp. She had received all the care from Rosemaries that she would need, and all that was left was time to heal. The poison was out of her veins, her wounds had stopped bleeding, and the acid had stopped burning. Yet she still limped near the back of the pack, searching for sympathetic figures with which she could seek comfort. Nowhere did she see Kazrael or her older children, but she knew they were healthy, and that was all she needed. But oh, how she wanted to sleep! She would not allow herself to sleep, not until her rider was no longer in that very realm! She had not even pondered food and water, yet. No more blood. She had had enough blood, even if her body desired it to sustain her lifeforce. But water... she could not deny water. Her throat almost cracked from the lack of moisture, and it was making her weak and nauseous. So when the other females veered off towards the river, the lure was just too irresistible. Disarrya let herself be drawn with them towards the water, the precious giver of life, and as she dipped her jaws in to cool her throat with its liquid refreshment, she let her eyes close and savor the nourishment. It had been too long since she had savored the simple things in life, and now of all times, the simple things were just about the only things that could properly comfort her... |
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| Senaru | Jun 21 2011, 11:02 PM Post #3 |
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Air Kestrel to Rosemary Iridae, helping to gather medical herbs, targets of Ruin Yuurei The air mistress, falconesque in nature, was putting her less violent skills to the test. Salus had taught her about herbal plants, and Iridae, who was with her now, could curtly point out what was needed most. Right now she was gathering willow bark, which grew best near the waters, flourishing even. Many of the others were weary from the battle, and she too, felt a discomforting weariness in her wings. But, she mused, it was worth it. The battle had been won, and she felt pride in her heart because she had gotten to fight alongside Ionos. Peering up at the sky, then over to whatever Iri was up to, Kestrel shook out her coat and like many others, strangely mostly females, she began to drink. Such a thirst had come over her! She felt calm, here at the academy, but like all things, it was about to be shattered. Glass Celeostiahle and Carpédiem, targets of Glass Gloire While others were battle weary, the Glass female was simply tired. She was large enough to help carry some of the wounded, and part of that entailed seeing things she didn't enjoy. Some hadn't made it back. Trying to rest her mind, the glass lady was actually laying in the cool water, while Carpédiem sat on shore, sketching the scene lightly. It was such a lovely day, and of course, it was plain to see that many were trying to enjoy it, too. Twisting her long neck about, Celiostiahle peered over Carpédiem's shoulder and grinned. “Oh, yet another lovely piece of work. I do hope you plan on coloring it later.” She commented, her long tail whisking about in the water. Her rider shushed her modestly and exclaimed- “This is a doodle, I could do much better you know!” The Glass just fanned her wings, letting the sun shine through the thin sails, a little bit of posing involved. “Oh? You should prove it then!” They both laughed, never even seeing the danger that would arrive... |
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| Carni | Jun 22 2011, 03:48 AM Post #4 |
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Air Auster Auster flexed her wings, sailing gracefully above the tired dragons heading towards the river. True, she too was tired and thirsty just as they were, but she had somehow managed to stay out of the thickest battles, staying at the edges where nobody would ruffle her beautiful feathers. You couldn't call her a coward for staying save away from everything larger and more powerful than her. Or maybe you could but she probably wouldn't care to listen anyway. Either way, she had remained unharmed, her beauty untouched by the chaos of battle - and, being so small, she hadn't even been forced to carry any of those filthy, bleeding dragons to die on her back and soil her feathers. This was why Auster still had the energy to make a show of her arrival, landing gracefully upriver of the great mass of dragons, quite sure that this water would not be soiled by them, and dipped her lips into the cool refreshment. It felt good after the long flight, clean and cold. She drank until she was certain she could drink no more - which probably wasn't a good thing because the extra weight in her belly could well tire her on the way back - but the young Air cared not. Her rider was not around to lecture her - probably taking a bath herself - and Auster enjoyed the freedom of the moment as long as it might last. After washing her claws and preening her feathers a little, Auster finally settled down atop a sunwarmed rock, curling her long tail gracefully around herself. She acted as if she had found herself a throne, shovering the other females around her with proper ignorance and being quite busy with looking her very best. Some might call her a showoff and they would probably be right. But there was a more practical reason to her resting quietly on her rock - she was simply too tired to fly back and didn't want to risk looking awkward doing so on foot. So she rather stayed for a while and allowed the other dragons to gaze at her. Or something like that. |
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| SemperMemor | Jun 22 2011, 04:32 AM Post #5 |
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Rosemary Iridae; gathering medicinal supplies with Air Kestrel It was the days like these that made her feel as if she were actually worth anything in this tired, war-torn world. Her body ached with the strain of life, heavy set upon her shoulders; though it was not her own that she felt so burdened with. Walking amongst her brethren she gave aid to their physical wounds. The dying, the wounded, the ill, the torn, the sick, the weak, the strong, the brave, the titans, the warriors, the healers, the scholars; they were all her charges… in one way or another. With her bare hands the dragoness preserved the lives of those she loved and that, as far as she was concerned, was something that the Tainteds could not best them in. Weary, disheveled, and in desperate need of a good long soak in the hot springs back home, she neither gave into sleep nor did anything to make herself somewhat presentable. It didn’t matter, not amongst them. Streaks of thick, half-congealed blood stained the Rosemary female’s soft, violet plumage in the evening light. She wore them with a sense of restrained pride, her head held high and crest flicked aloft as her body trailed along with wave after wave of exhaustion. They were her badges, medals of honor, Purple Hearts, the very hallmark of her profession. She needed not the glory of killing to prove herself a seasoned warrior; the proof of her deeds were clear enough as any that looked at her to see. With an irritated growl, the dragoness slipped around the bends of tents toward the smell and sound of the females around the river. The names of hastily spat commands for herbs and vials still lied at the very tip of her tongue; they were desperately in need of a restock of their medicinal stores and, with the vast forest beside the very camp they made home base of, it was a stupid idea to not forage for more with the availability that they had right at their doorstep. Iridae looked back when she reached the river’s edge toward the mass of tents and the clustered bodies of dragons. Hao’s red-sodden coat shone out clear against the dark backdrop of canvas. The doctor had seen better days, surely, but the way he calmly addressed the Water he rolled around and his attendants, he seemed to hold his position well enough for a half an hour’s absence. She’d not be gone long from his side. Iridae padded quietly over to the edge of the water and waded into the cool stream, straight toward a patch of white flowered mallows growing in the shallows. Though she was, indeed, quite tired, her tongue was never weary enough to summon up a few bouts of bitter words. “Come,” she hissed, looked back at the approaching Air dragoness. This one, this…falcon-themed Air, was Io’s daughter. Normally she might have turned up her nose and spat insults at her, but she…had earned her own standing, however high an infirmary hand was in the Rosemary’s list of people she despised. “I will pick up the necessary herbs and I shall give them to you, for you to carry. Got it?” |
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| Seiss | Jun 22 2011, 07:22 AM Post #6 |
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Vlitzrig & Esoriel, Eso looking for Kubi for napping cuddles Basara behaved oddly the night they were summoned to his tent. Esoriel was quite certain the man didn’t have more than a few hours of sleep. How he could manage to heft his armour on his shoulders and pace around the span of hard ground with so much contained energy, she had no idea. It wasn’t so much the weight of armour, but the exhaustion of carrying the burden of duty. She didn’t know what, but she could sense the Talon’s restless agitation. Then he had stopped in his tracks and set his eyes on her, startling, no matter how many times she looked. Within their depths, so openly presented, was a helpless kind of sympathy. He told her to leave for the Academy as fast as Vlitzcrig could manage and take Kubikiri with them. They were needed to protect. They arrived with Vlitzcrig nearly spent. Esoriel was faring no better from lack of sleep. It was hardly a pleasant surprise at all when they were sent back out by irate medics. Vlitzcrig grumbled her complaint, too fatigued to muster any energy for a good snarling at them. Heaving a sigh, she trudged along with the other dragons to the river. She glanced half-heartedly behind her, a habit now to check for the wispy Air’s position. Ever since Kubikiri proved himself useful- as useful as he was brittle- and since they were commanded to work as a unit, Vlitzcrig hated the Air less… her loathing for the thief transformed to one of begrudging acknowledgement. His presence, she hated to admit, had a positive effect on Esoriel. Of course, if Vlitzcrig knew there was another- Turmoil- involved, she might start questioning her broken rider. Lowering herself to lie on her belly on the river bank, the Lightning lowered her head and drank deep. Her wings folded loosely, sagging like wilted tents on the grass. Esoriel, still seated on the saddle decided she should dismount, despite the tempting desire to just sit there and sleep. Flight saddle was far from comfortable to sleep on, but she was tired. Her eyes were dry behind her visors, her limbs heavy and her blood sluggish in her veins. Her body did not forget the harsh routines in her earlier youth, when she was a proper soldier, and that was enough to set her on her feet. She stood, straightening sore leg muscles before swinging one over the saddle seat and slid down Vlitzcrig’s shoulder. Booted feet stumbled in their weakness, but they steadied quickly as she righted herself. The air smelled clean. So free of blood, char and rotted corpses. The comfort of home, free from Taint madness, green and scented with delicate dewdrops wrapped around the Lightning pair and sank its warm, welcoming gauze into the hungry pores of their bodies. Like the first ray of sun. With a faint, grateful smile on her lips, Esoriel turned, one gloved hand smoothing back loose locks of hair, searching just so she could perhaps cuddle the butterfly Air. |
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| Zinc | Jun 22 2011, 01:06 PM Post #7 |
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Fire Anamchara Ana surveyed the large group of dragons that stumbled their way up to the Academy's doors. She shook her head with a slight sigh. So many of them had been wounded. They had been victorious yes, but their losses hadn't been as minimal as would have been preferred. But she supposed...that that was the way that wars and battles worked. Not everyone got out of it unscathed. She still had singes and burns herself along her scales, making her smell more volcanic than she would have liked. She shifted slightly in her stance as she craned her neck, peering for her rider through the fray heading up towards the Academy. He had darted off the moment that they had arrived, needing to find a few people and check on their status as well as convey a few words. She would leave him to it, he would be able to find her when he was done. She shook herself slightly, her jagged scales all rattling like stones rolling down a sloped peak. The strange glass material still clung to her sceathers, she decided she might as well take the time to pick that off of her wings when she gathered with the rest of the crowd down by the river. Ana began a slow walk, feeling tired muscles creak as she went. Maybe she would forgo the wings until she had slept some? She shook her head, no, she would go ahead and get that taken care of. Spying the rest of the dragons down by the river's edge, Ana gave a slight rumble in vague greeting to those already there. She then settled down in a half crouch on the bank, feeling cool mud sift between her claws. She drank deeply from the river, happy that the taste was nothing like the strangely bitter water the dragons and riders had all had to drink while out on their campaigns of battles. After several deep swallows, she stepped back and made room for others who wished to do what she had just finished. Finding a vacant spot, she settled down on the grass and began the delicate process of heating up the strange material on her wings to loosen it and chipped at it with her sharp claws. |
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| Laughing Dove | Jun 22 2011, 04:25 PM Post #8 |
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A heart heavier than many beat furiously, thundering with echoed pain as its owner bore the brunt of so many wails of agony. Every massive step brought a cascade of moans, and it had for miles upon miles of travel. It was her duty to bear, however, to hold those tortured and broken, transport the worst hurt home across the vastness of her back, dragons piled high across her haunches. The supine forms strayed even over the charteuse expanse of her wings, held out wide and aching stiff as platforms for the suffering. Glistening down her rich flanks, the stink of blood and pus pooled chillingly against the ridges of her scales, cutting a meaty gore through the soothing richness of her natural scent. Several times down the trek, a kin died across her back, and was pushed from her body, a grateful lessening of the weight until another broken beast stopped upon her as she dug each fallen dragon into the earthy caress of a grave. Gentle, lovely Venus simply swallowed her bile and bore it. It was her duty, her recompense for not flashing her talons in battle. Never mind that the strain had flattened her proud cerulean crest back against her neck, or that the superb yellow butterfly of her tail fins trailed in the dirt behind her as she desperately tried to pull up energy from the earth as she trudged, each massive limb wrenched from the soil and rock with more effort than the last. It was an exquisite relief to her as she reached camp and those who had not died were dragged down from her suede hide. It cut her deep when as soon as they were secured, she was angrily dismissed. Feeling bizarrely light with her burden gone, Venus finally allowed herself a shudder, turning her rosy gaze towards her Rider, already attempting to scrub the horror off her back. “Mon ami ... veuillez peut nous quitter?” she rasped, an incredibly soft sound for one of such size. Colette responded to her with an incredibly tender expression across her darkened features, lips parting slightly and eyes watering afresh as she saw and felt another wave of her Bonded’s pain. “Oh Vénus ... bien sûr l'amour. Do you wish to rest?” Colette crooned, walking up the powerful neck with her hand smoothing gently over the lowered frill, coming her knees over the vast eyebrow and gently stroking along it with an earthy coloured hand. “…Not here.” Venus and Colette arrived upriver a little later than the main lot of females, Venus’s colourful hide glistening with water and Colette’s kahki uniform thoroughly drenched. They’d travelled down to avoid poisoning the drinking water and bathed with the dying, their own version of the Styx. Up here, in the relative seclusion, Venus spied a spiny Chaos sucking at the water, the sight reminding her finally of her own burning, suppressed thirst. Plunging her lips to the river, the Earth female’s limbs shook, and she let herself down gently, never lifting her head from the precious liquid, eyes closed as she tried to drown out the memories of so many dead. *My friend…please may we leave? *Oh Venus...of course love. ((Kubikiri incoming!)) |
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| Taesil | Jun 22 2011, 05:48 PM Post #9 |
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Lightning Vajra Soaring along the stretched horizon Vajra kept her strokes simple, gentle so she might not cringe before her rider. He worried about her. Yet she suspected that he just kept quiet for they both knew she had to take them away, and he could not conest the matter because she was 'sore'. Every warrior, healer, friend, and family was sore in body and soul. The Lightning pair would have been wrong to complain. Still, never had the young dragoness felt so exhausted, every fiber of her body screamed in protest that she dare extend and contract the torn ligaments and tendons. By will alone Vajra drove across the blue distance, and as she dropped to the ground she lay curled upon the fragrant grass openly panting for a greater portion of the day. Carefully her rider slide down from her shoulders and began wrapping all the wounds that had been freshly tore open. Finished, the once feral man lifted his eyes to stare most directly at the tents. The stress in his limbs and suspicion in his eyes were cruel reminders that Taesil was not the most trusting of creatures, and he was far too familiar with death to start easing back now. The pheonix on his shoulder shnicked her beak impatiently while he secured the perimeters of the current location. As he paced about he slowly seemed to relax, shoulders rounding out and his stride opening to a comfortable swing. He returned to his dragon, gingerly stroking the sharp edge of her cheek where it was gaunt from stress and hunger. She was an energetic thing afterall, and her metabolism was incredible but also a burden. Concerned the hunter grunted, "We should go get a drink. River s'close." With a reluctant sigh the dragoness struggled to her feet, shaking a bit on her tender limbs. Wings spread outwards for balance she painfully crossed through the confusion of tents and found herself faced with a most blessed river. Carefully she dipped her paws in the refreshing stream, and eventually she waded in up to her belly and let the cool water lap over her bruised scales. Normally it would be danger, mixing a Lightning dragon and water, but for once Vajra was honestly exhausted in both mind and body. She could not call a spark if she cared. Her rider dared to wade in after her and help rinse the enemy and ally ichor from between her shoulder. |
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| Toxique | Jun 22 2011, 10:40 PM Post #10 |
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Rosemary Guildemain and Faust Overworked, underpaid, and dog tired, it was no wonder that away from the din and company of the other females lie a certain pair. Spread out on a small blanket on the ground the medic wearily placed his head into his hand and rubbed his sore eyes from behind his spectacles; the influx of fighting had taken its toll on everyone, but the doctors found the worst of it all. For once in his life Faust was feeling the effects of the war, the constant barrage of screams on his senses were wearing his nerves and spirits thin. And for a small span of time, he was allowing himself to show it; he had to or he would snap and crack at his core, and that was something that did not need to happen at any rate. "You should rest." Normally with voice of quick sarcasm and barely concealed ire, the rosemary he was settled against spoke up with an unusually soft tone. Guildemain hadn't even gotten the chance to take her saddle off before she too settled upon the ground and splayed her aching wings out. While she could carry her human, it was never for a great distance as she lacked the endurance of her larger bodied kin. But much like her rider, she held strong and put on her mask of calm calculating nothingness and only revealed her dog tired body in the safety of only Faust's company. However when she got no answer from the man she snorted, eyes narrowing somewhat as her lip curled up in just the slightest. "Either rest or I'll slip tranquilizer into your drink to MAKE you rest." She huffed. And strangely enough, Faust did indeed smirk to her threat, turning his head to glance at her from the corner of his eye as his glasses readjusted to fit correctly against his head. As indistinct and strange as it was, there was a lapse of affection in their quips to one another, though they were strange to the outside eye and hard to detect to anyone but them. But that didn't stop him from snorting at her as he reclined fully against her feathered win, draping a tired arm over his eyes. "You know I vould do juzt zee zame for you." He rumbled, tilting his head at her with eyes still closed, a tired wry smirk dancing over his features. "Exactly, AFTER though. So you'd be rested to do it." Came the rosemarie's reply as she daintily tucked her feet against her chest and settled her head lower, her own ruby gaze lidding and becoming distant as she too reclined and relaxed. "Tch. Schtubborn creature." |
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| Senaru | Jun 24 2011, 09:58 PM Post #11 |
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Kestrel to Iridae The light seemed to dance over the falcon-dragon's feathers, evening golds making her look brighter. She crooned a little, tail tip flicking as the iritable Iridae showed up and immediately told he what she'd be doing. “Yes, Ma'am.” She did not hesitate in the least and followed the other dragon into the cool waters, soaking her own feathers to the down.the packs, however, that rested on her back were nice and dry. “All these plants being able to create healing salves is quite interesting to me...How do you ever remember them all?” Kestrel watched Iridae picking at this and that skillfully. Somewhere, back in her mind, She knew that her grandfather Salus would have let her pick some of the plants, but, Iridae was a control freak. What did her uncle even see in the bitchy dragon anyway? However, the Air never let her thoughts escape into words, and she looked quite attentive to the duty she was doing. It was important, for everyone. She said very little, but did whatever Iridae told her. Which was usually not much. She didn't dare drop a plant she was handed, great celestial-tailfeathers that would be a death sentence. Right this second she felt hunger gurgle through her and she knew exactly where to look to fix that herself. She'd seen a fish not long ago, and saw where it'd gone to hide. So, dunking her head under, she pried the rock loose and snatched up the trout in her beak, gulping it down whole. A snack, at best. It might even have been her last such snack for a while... |
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| Toxique | Jun 25 2011, 09:44 AM Post #12 |
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Males may now go after the females (Was going to make it spiffy, but I'm tired, sorry guys.) |
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| Blood of the Beast | Jun 25 2011, 08:19 PM Post #13 |
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Yuurei, going after Kestrel and Iridae So those battle-weary Sekkaians thought themselves safe back in the heart of their own territory. From a Sekkaian point of view, it seemed a reasonable assumption. According to lore, it had been ten years since the Taints ever got to the Academy in battle, destroying the veritable fortress and scattering its inhabitants to every corner of the world before the black armies swallowed all land in sight. From his hidden and silent realm in the belly of a cloud, Yuurei almost vaguely wished he could have been born to witness that time. And now, fate saw him as a soldier of the dark talons that sank into the very cliffs of the metaphorical mountain they had conquered. Despite doing his duty faithfully, and Proteus as well, somehow... the Sekkaians seemed to be staring down at them, ready to crush the Tainted fingers under their heels and rid them from their lands once and for all. Yet the Sekkaians had been strangely merciful in their timely retreat, their regrouping back in their lands of safety, and it had given Yuurei time to think. All around him in the heart of blackness that was his home, lustful screams pounded his brain almost every day, as nearly every Tainted female with a pulse summoned favored mates or just any willing buffoon who would heed them. Yuurei had answered none of them. No, he would not submit to the feral females, for he had a greater task at hand. He and a multitude of other Tainted males had been given a task to make up for the fact that apparently, the shadow-ladies were few and far between. And what a pleasant task it was to be... Here he was, deeper in Sekkaian territory than he ever had been. Silently, he coasted far out of sight of any of the tired Sekkaians, skimming the top of a cloud and placing a swirling red stain that dissipated quickly. For this mission, he had cut down on the gases trailing from his body, so that almost his entire form could be seen clearly without the cloak of maroon. He knew there was at least one fellow Taint joining him who would not appreciate the rusting fumes, and collateral damage to his targets would be unacceptable. No, for now, contact with his gases would only elicit a little bit of coughing, perhaps some mild stinging and watering of the eyes, but no permanent harm would come to them. Much as he would have loved to rain more death upon the Sekkaian masses, his intentions required that the ones he sought be alive and relatively intact. And the ones he sought were females. Fertile, submissive females to carry his genes back to Tainted soil so his own hellspawn could grow where they belonged. For him, the deal could not be better... he would ensure the continuation of his bloodline without the commitment of a proper mate to bind him into that unspoken contract of fatherhood. He would not have to bow to any of these females, whichever he decided to choose. Quietly, Yuurei parted the cloud he was dancing around, in order to get a proper glimpse at the earth below. And there, that was what he wanted. A group of dragons had broken off from the main camp for a drink, and by the faint scent he could distinguish on the breezes he commanded, they all smelled like females. Certainly they didn't seem as though they would be willing to mate on their own terms anytime soon, but then again, they weren't the ones making the decision. However, he would have to be careful. Even though he was bigger and more muscular than a standard-issue Sekkaian Air, he was nowhere near large enough to handle some of the females in the group. The Earth, he would not be able to adequately control. The Fire, though battle-worn, was large enough to easily cause him severe bodily harm, perhaps even kill him. And that Glass... much as he liked the play of colors on that one, she was truly massive, incomprehensibly huge compared to him. She could dispose of him with not much of a fight. But who to go after... perhaps a Lightning, an Air, maybe the Chaos... or a Rosemary. And then he spotted them. Though part of the group, two dragons were not drinking from the river's bounty. Apparently, they seemed to be gathering herbs, as one was a pretty little flower of a Rosemary. And the other, a manageably-sized Air. Yes, perfect targets. With but one flap of his wings, he dropped through the hole in the clouds, falling straight down like a comet made of brass and rust. No doubt the females were noticing him, but before any of them could fire elemental projectiles at him, he flared out his wings and veered to the side, proceeding in front of the group. Behind him came a sudden gust of wind blowing into the faces of the females, hopefully whipping up debris in their faces. And before long, he was coming up behind his two selected targets. And thus would begin his ploy. He already had a voice selected, or rather, several voices. Every Sekkaian dragon that had bared its fangs at him during the battles had unknowingly given him their voices, and now, he called forth the memories of all the most masculine voices he had encountered. When he was in hearing range of the Air and the Rosemary, he gave a throaty rumble and followed with one of the longest sentences he had ever said aloud. "Come with me, my pretty flowers..." Perhaps he had summoned the voice of someone one of the females knew intimately. However, he had no knowing. But he did know that when they would turn around to face the source of the multitude of seductive male voices, he would be well on his way to having both his 'flowers' in his claws and on their way back to his home. |
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| Kialish | Jun 25 2011, 08:42 PM Post #14 |
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Denkou going after Air Auster Yuurei was not alone, in his sneaking into the heart of the Sekkain territory. Having done his time with Banshee, Denkou now lusted for more. He did like Banshee, very much, but not so much that, like some sekkians, he would ignore his promiscuity for a life long mate. Blech, the idea was so... wrong. He didn't chase any of the Tainteds though. Many females were beyond picky, choosing a male based on past preference, knowledge of his strength and such. He despised it, himself getting kicked out of the chance to mate, but he wouldn't fall back into his desperation of last flight, and settle on the Abyssals. No, now he rode the winds with fellow tainteds in hope of new females, ones stolen right from their enemies. Sekkains. He floated along with blissful dreamings of the Sekkian beauties. He had his own Tainted fancies of course, but the Sekkians... their airs and glasses were divine, perfect in form and grace! He couldn't resist the opportunity to strike while they struggled with their valiantly brought battle wounds. They would be helpless. His gaunt face shone maliciously near Yuurei, just out of the way of his nasty gasses. Denkou did fancy his mother, but he didn't enjoy the gas any more than the next. It irritated his nasal cavities and stung at his eyes... Such an irritant. He flew out of its direct path, eyeing the approaching group of Sekkian females. His bones shivered and popped, jaw opening and snapping shut for a moment. So tired, defenseless! He could easily swoop on that rosemary or the lightning female. One who was not too large for him to overpower. His tongue flicked out of his jaws briefly, about to go for the peculiar purple and green rosemary... when she caught his eyes. She was an air, small for one of the breed, and shimmered glorious shades of color tainted females never approached! She was curled upon a sun-warmed rock, sitting as if it was a throne and she the queen! And she surely was, with all that glamour and perfection! Part of him wanted to snatch the tired little beauty up and rip at her feathers, demanding her to come with him... but she was like a butterfly! Simply too precious and fragile to handle roughly. For a moment, he feared he would scare her away if he acted too kindly, but it didn't truly matter. As he floated down, he sized her up, finding himself large enough to handle her easily if she fought. A few bone spikes in her wing would stop her as well, but those would only be employed when absolutely necessary! Denkou landed by the rock, setting himself on his feet with chest thrust out proudly and head held high. He purred as he sauntered over, tail twirling in the air absently. He coughed to get her attention, spines flexing as he addressed her. "May I say, that I have never laid eyes on a female as spectacular as you... I would be honored if you escorted me in flight to my home." He added, hiding his intentions behind a sweet voice. His eyes looked around at the other females warily. |
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| Toxique | Jun 25 2011, 10:32 PM Post #15 |
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Outre approaching Venus They had lied in wait, for how long, he didn't know. But the cool clean water of the river flowed through Outre's slowly pumping gills as he flattened himself as much as possible, even though he really didn't need to. With his natural ability to keep himself hidden no matter how complex the background, he was easily hidden in the rushing waters. And clasped between his palms, below the water and encased in an airbubble made from his elemental powers, Mortem reclined lazily as he waited. And soon enough, what they had all been waiting for soon appeared on the slow horizon. Lurching forward like the dead a group of females approached the rivers in an uncoordinated group. They had believed that they were safe, so deep into their territory; just the mere thought of it made Outre's tendrils squirm in pleasure. How stupid they were, how infinitely dumb they were to think that even now they were safe. Such a pity it would be when they were kindly reminded that no where was safe. They may have been winning the battles, but the war was not over, oh no, far from it. And finally, when his brothers slid from their hiding places, approaching the females with no more violence than kind friends, he too slid up from the bottom. Mortem was carefully settled upon his back as he slid up from the water, emerging a few yards away from the earth. Though again like his kin he did not attack, instead his body slowly squirmed, effortlessly gliding across the trodden grass as he circled around, settling the river to his back and facing the earth female with a low croon, paws gently kneading as his tentacles slowly swished from side to side. "Come, dear siren, do not fear." He purred in a low, sweet, sing song voice, "I've come to take you far from here." |
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