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Lambs for Slaughter (Capture plot)
Topic Started: Jun 21 2011, 08:38 PM (962 Views)
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Viscer and Hadroze; approaching Guildemain and Faust

On silent winds the Razor pair flew, slicing through the mulled air with little effort in the midst of the capture party. Viscer’s narrow maws were pulled into a taunt, dark sneer as the thoughts of what was to come danced with impure delight across his frigid eyes. Fighting was a glorious showcase of power and skill, but this…this was an activity more suitable to his personal tastes. If anything, his body rippled with excitement.

The task seemed simple enough; grab a few of the separated females and take them for their own desires. Whatever he decided to do after the business of taking them would be done on the fly, he was sure, but that was not until later…much later. He sneered, peering down at the softly glowing Sekkian ranks ahead. All was well for now for them, wasn’t it? Safe just outside of their capitol, their medics rushing over them with healing balms, the comfort of friends, family, of partners, being alive. It made him sick with pleasure to know that he’d soon break the haze of relief that had blanketed over them. Soon after the twinkling lights of the camps came into sight followed the rush of pleasant odors. Freshly lit forges, harsh medicinal smells, herbs, water, rich pine, and, at last, a lingering, intoxicating scent that drifted into his nostrils like a bad plague infection, twisting the sensitive nasal receptors with raw lust….

Females.

Slipping from the safety of the high air, the metallic beast slid toward the forces below on quiet wings. He came up from behind the separated group of dragonesses, above the tips of the dense forest canopy, before skittering into the shadows away from the light of the stars. The cold glint of grey-gold iron glimmered faintly in the dim night, catching the moon’s soft rays and twisting the comforting glow into shattered remains against the blood-marred hides of the grassy field. However, against his will to be as slow as possible, the Razor could not stand still for more than a few seconds at a time before the twitch or sigh of one of the dragonesses forced his body to list towards it with eagerness to be off.

“How about…that one,” the rider murmured, pointing toward a smallish Forest with a nasty limp in her back left hock. “Her spikes would not---“

“No,” Viscer hissed lowly, shaking his body quietly as he cut the man off. “You think I can’t take a healthy one as a captive? PFFFF,” he growled, trashing his tail behind him with irate displeasure. “I want one intact, without a-a limp, or a broken wing.” His eyes roved toward the glittering form of the enormous Glass with a look of pure longing.

The rider’s eyes widened with unabashed horror when he saw the object of his dragon’s gaze. “Absolutely not,” he growled. “No, no, no, no, no! How the hell do you think that we’d get her back? Or restrained, for that matter?”

The Razor gave a huff of annoyance and drifted his gaze to a significantly…smaller target. A burgundy and yellow form huddled around the body of a human male some distance away. Rosemary, a medic…. She was alone; quite a distance away from the rest of the feminine herd but, perhaps, that wasn’t the thing that caught his eye the most. As she spoke to her bonded, her voice was arrogant, her neck held with poise and clear strength. Viscer stilled, wings pressed tight against his sides in concentration. Hadroze seemed of a like mind, following his Razor’s gaze with a bit more satisfaction. She was small, yes, but not larger than he and the personality…..mmmm. The little Rosemary would certainly be an entertaining captive, if this little sampling of herself was anything to go by.

The Razor wasted no time in confronting the Rosemary, sliding forth on nimble heels to her side with a rumbling purr as the remaining hoard of his brethren descended into madness. He lifted a delicate forepaw above the dozing medic’s chest as his tail began to swing ever so softly behind him, the sound of cold iron swishing threateningly in the soft breeze. “Eeh….ehehehehe,” he giggled softly. “Wake up, wake up, my little medic.” Arching his neck forward, he leaned toward the vibrant female’s neck and murmured irritably,” I’ll take you from this filthy place.”


Iridae; giving Yuurei copious amounts of sass

Violet forepaws reached deep into the cold riverbed and wrenched the mallow flower out by it’s root, handing it wet and muddy straight to the Air dragoness following with little more than a curt nod to acknowledge her arrival. “How do I remember all of these herbs?” she scoffed lowly, nudging another flower bud with the end of her soft muzzle to assess it’s softness. Her eyes narrowed in thought before she turned her head a little to look at Kestrel, hands already reaching below the surface of the water to take the plant. “Humph…repetition, I suppose. You snooze, you lose, possibly a life if you’re stupid enough. It takes time to learn everything, but all herbs have their practicalities and we learn how and why we use them over the span of our wyrmling training. At least, we did.” The memories of her time with Hao those many years ago came back with a warm flush of nostalgia. She hid the smile on her face with an arrogant sneer. “My Chosen and I were excellent students, of course, and we studied outside of our lessons to make the most of our time learning all that we could.”

The Rosemary inclined her head toward the sopping wet plant with a critical gaze. “For example…this one is a ‘marsh’ mallow plant. It can be used to make sugary sweets, or, if crushed correctly and refined, fed to ailing patients to soothe the joints, especially so in the elderly.” Iridae turned away from Kestrel a moment later and waded out of the water back onto dry land. She shook herself thoroughly, paying special attention to flutter her wings and rid the droplets of water that clung to them. “Okay, I’m going to the edge of the forest to look for iceman fungus. It helps reduce inflammation somewhat. If you see something growing along the edge of a tree that looks like a white tumor, alert me and I shall come inspec------.”

A wash of red billowed across her vision.

“Ct…..it, gah, what the hell is this?” she shrieked, coughing when the crimson vapors stung her eyes and lungs with treacherous, foggy tendrils to the sensitive flesh. Iridae snarled, backing away toward he larger bulk of the Air and flared her wings, attempting to fan it. She couldn’t see a Taint-forsaken thing in this goddamned fog. What was it? “If it’s those wyrmings again, I’ll strip their hides faster than they can screa---.”

"Come with me, my pretty flowers..."

Her heart and stomach took a direct plunge. It sounded like a long-remembered whisper from ages ago, one she had never quite forgotten in the years that had passed. A tremor of fear and trepidation rippled up her spine with frigid fingers, freezing the young dragoness dead in her stance. It was his voice, but yet….it was not. She twisted her neck around, body refusing to move, to stare out with enormous eyes directly into the strange Tainted’s liquid gold eyes at such a close range her scales itched. Her heart thudded all too palpably within her narrow chest. Her immediate thoughts, the thoughts of returning to her bonded and getting the hell away from this beast, were cut off, abruptly, as a wave of broiling rage tore up through her throat with unprecedented violence.

The violet Rosemary’s entire being tensed at the much larger male, body coiling in preparation to strike if need be. She bared her fangs in a livid snarl, talons ripping at the loamy dirt as she held her ground. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you overgrown gust of smoke!” she spat, flaring her wings wide to make herself appear larger, though in the back of her head she knew it was a vain tactic. However, instinct one over, her voice rising in pitch to that of a near scream when she roared further insults. “Get the fuck away from me before I rip out your testicles!”
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Guilde and Faust, bristling and snarling at Viscer and Hadroze

The silence, of course, had been broken. But by what, Guilde could not see as her ruby eyes lifted and opened. And even as her back and wings bristled she didn't wake Faust from his soft slumber. The man was exhausted, and she couldn't find it in her heart to wake him up for just a mere hunch. Though what she didn't know was that the tainted males were starting to swarm just beyond her vision, quietly acting out and not drawing the screams and howls that would have alerted her.

But when nothing happened, she sighed quietly and put her head back down. She too, was exhausted, and what little hints of attack were filtering around her were ignored as she sighed quietly, Faust shifting some against her ribs. However, when the sound of air swishing past wings hit, and the presence of a body directly to her side, the large rosemary froze and bristled yet again. This time it was enough for Faust to awaken, though much like his rosemary it wasn't enough to make him move. With eyes closed and body caught in the same position he had awoken in, he listened, hear the the footsteps next to him before the voice cruelly growled and lewdly spoke to them both.

The moment the razor drew his paw forward though, Guildemain snarled, regardless of the species in front of her the first thing she did was snarl and bite at the paw that cut into her mouth as she launched away with a flurry of wings. Faust too instantly shot up, his blade was instantly yanked out from behind his belt, the serrated saw poised out as he scrambled up onto her back, feeling her shiver from even more exhaustion and surprise at the sudden taint in front of her.

"Zee only zing filzy here iz you!" The medic snarled from Guildemain's back as she reared and snarled, jaws snapping as she lashed the air with her claws. She wanted to intimidate the dragon, he wasn't much bigger than her, not by a lot anyways (As far as big went to their kind at least). "Leave now! Or you vill die!"
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Kestrel reacting to Ruin Yuurei and pushing vapor away to help Iridae
Kestrel had no sooner gotten out of the river herself, following Iridae, when the smoke appeared. She coughed and backed up, ducking her burning eyes into the water. It helped, for the moment, but she could still feel the sting. Leaping out again she hissed, “What is the meaning of this?” She questioned, and then her eyes focused, seeing Yuurei. She listened to a voice, she recognized as Disio...It couldn't be, the taint didn't work that fast! There was no way...Unless this beast had somehow stolen the rosemary's essence...That would be dreadful.

The Air kicked up sheer winds, her wings whipping rapidly to push the mist away toward the forest. “Why would we go with you, demon? You are nothing to us, a monster! A ghost! We will never come willingly!” She shreiked, now aware that more tainteds were appearing, each trying to lure females. And indeed, all of them were male. Surely they knew the Sekkaiens were not fertile nor ready at this time of the year? Their own females were rising... “None of us will be ready to fly for months, you foul morons, the lot of you!” It was very obvious what they wanted, no females amongst them, and none of them tried to bring in a male...Yes she could see what this was....
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Yuurei, sassing right back in his own special way, taking Iridae hostage officially and demanding Kestrel's cooperation

Ah... so he had been successful in his choice of a voice. Something in his menagerie of sounds had triggered some kind of reaction from both of his targets, and Yuurei made a mental note to keep on utilizing this tone when dealing with his potential captives. And finally, as the two dragonesses locked eyes with him, they spoke. And they were not pleased. Perhaps thrown off by the voice, but they saw through him immediately. Shame, it would have been easy to take them willingly, as many of the other males were trying. But then again, a struggle was always fun. A struggle he would have, apparently, as the Rosemary began to scream insults that almost made Yuurei laugh. Had his face not been frozen, he would have been smiling a very sinister, disturbing grin. But he had to make do with the eyes, and he would utilize those eyes and their haunting, pupilless gaze. He lowered his head to eye level of the Rosemary and snorted his irritant gases into her face, then flashed a glance at the Air. The purple flower would not be able to stare straight through the smokescreen without coughing, or something. And that was exactly his plan.

As the crimson haze swirled, Yuurei darted around behind the Rosemary, then lunged out to grab her and hopefully pin her down under his claws. Though he was not nearly full-grown, he was still bigger and quite easily stronger than his flower. She could fight all she want, but the flowing of his own blood would not faze him. He would still take her, would still have her and deliver her to the luxurious accomodations he and a certain one of his hatchmates had prepared for the female guests. After he had made his attempt to capture Iridae, he turned his head up and fixed Kestrel with his gaze. "Come, and she lives." He indicated Iridae, and paused to see if Kestrel had noticed that he had shifted his voice back to his normal tone. "Come, and you will see him. And at that last word, he returned his pitch back to the one that he knew had wrenched the hearts of both the females, somehow. Perhaps, in their weariness, they would believe him and come willingly. Of course, he had no idea the true whereabouts of the male whose voice he had stolen, and had not specified whether they would see him alive or dead. What he did know was that his little helper back home had some surprises prepared for the both of them...
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Gloire; approaching Glass Celi/Carpédiem and Fire Anamchara

Red stained the night sky with broad splattered by brightest gold, rolling amidst the clouds with an eerie sound of cusped winds. The Glass behemoth rode the currents some distance away from the rest of the raid party, surveying the Tainted males beneath his gaze with some level of contempt. Lust-ridden simpletons , they were, he remarked with a disgusted sneer. He, however, was of a much more dignified mind, even if their goals were of similar ends.

Females of his kind….uuugh. They were of no use to him. Disgusting, twisted, mutant females that looked more often than not something akin to the remnants of his experiments at the bottom of a beaker than a living, breathing, feminine dragoness. When talk came, rumors spreading, lust firing in the eager loins of the hardy young soldiers of the Tainted Armanda of taking Sekkians for their own population growth…well, now, he hardly had anything to complain about. With his genes spreading at the help of intact, whole samples of the Sekkian variety, his children, his offspring, would be forevermore prime representative specimens of his kind. Of course.

He had already had one…possibly two females in mind for the job, but there was a major kink in his grand scheme. Obtaining them would be a hassle and a half, more so due to the hugely enormous size of his desired female and his lack of superior stature. Force was an option, but it would have been as useless as a Forest moving a Fire with sheer willpower. No, he would not go to such an end. Wits were his game and, if he could have his way, the idea that had struck him would possibly reign him in more than one female. All of this, unfortunately, was dependant on one person in particular.

The baleful eyes of the Glass behemoth scanned the edge of the forest’s edge some distance ahead for signs of life. A gathering of females, as specified, was certainly there. His gaze centered on his blue oil-stained kin. Recognition sparked in the back of his eyes…she was the one he wanted. Her, she was the target and----him. The Glass’s searching proved well fruitful for there, at her very feet, he stood, a rider. His wings stilled in preparation, coasting from lazy drifting to a downward glide angling from the west. Careful hands pulled forth a rather small orb from a makeshift version of his original harness, the clear orb glinting faintly in the moonlight. There was a large opening at the top of the sphere, a hole much larger than the normal bomb air pocket he left intact. The Tainted dragon scanned for further candidates and….his eyes came to rest upon the ashen grey form of a Fire. Fury ignited in the pit of his belly. She was a strong one, one who wouldn’t give up a fight. She promised a struggle in the long run, his numerous new wounds pulsing tenderly at the thought. The Fire…she was perfect to mother his spawn. If luck were on his side, she’d give them strength in both soul and body that he sometimes lacked. The thought amused him.

A massive thump reverberated throughout the field as his enormous body dropped onto the grass on his back legs, forepaws outstretched toward the human rider and wings thrown wide to counterbalance his long form. With a deft, ungainly leap forward he threw the glass ball down like a jar upon the Glass dragoness’ rider and scooped him up, pulling the occupied orb close to his chest with a content grin of concentration spread across his angular features. If the human were cut upon the edges of he orb, he didn’t care or not to notice. He’d live if he was injured and, if not, it didn’t matter.

“Come,” he bellowed, his command booming across the field with deep resonance. He kept one eye dead on the Fire dragoness a little ways away, flicking the end of his glass-plated tail toward her in a clear beckoning gesture. “You will both come with me. No harm shall be done unto this man if you comply. If you do not, or you give struggle, I will crush him beneath my foot and that will be the end of this little artist.”

Viscer and Hadroze; taking Faust forcefully and attempting to ‘negotiate’ Guildemain along for the ride

The Rosemary’s vicious snarls and biting jabs only elicited further delight from the twisted Razor’s sneering maws. She was the one hurting herself, not he. Why, he hadn’t had to do a thing yet. As she dashed back, away from him with her rider back upon her weary frame, the Razor contemplated just ending them out of malevolence. Her blood was already flowing from her veins with sickening tendrils of rich, iron-thick hemoglobin. The very scent sent a ripple down the metal beast’s spine. His claws flexed, wings twitching, pupils dilating with glee.

“Move, you fool,” Hadroze hissed into his ear. He could clearly see that the Rosemary pair, however lacking in physical brutality and strength, were no fools. If they would have their way, something ill would happen to them, of that he was sure. They had enough fire in their veins yet to cause something and that simply wasn’t an option he would be willing to allow them. “Now, before we give them the chance to do something.”

Viscer needed no further indication to make his move. A sharp screeeee of iron clinging against iron sounded clear as the Razor’s body sprung forward and up as smooth as slickened hydraulic pistons, faster than most could try to blink. Grey-gold merged with red-tinted night, the Tainted now airborne and rushing the medic pair with claws outstretched. He itched to dig his talons into her back just to hear her scream, but the pressure of further plans cut that thought short. Viscer slammed his wings down just as his claws lashed into the medic’s crimson and white shirt, yanking him straight out of the saddle like a caught fish in the grip of an eagle.

Hahahahahaha~ Can’t catch me,” he sang spitefully, scooting well out of the Rosemary’s reach as a series of deranged cackles rung high into the night sky with cold malice. Viscer shot up into the higher currents and hovered somewhere above the bee orchid dragoness to shout down at her. “Come on, chase me, fluff ball, and you shall have your rider…in due time. If you do not….,” he trailed off, voice dying down in a fake, whining sigh. He held Faust close to his chest with one arm, using the other to delicately ghost a curved claw across the medic’s exposed throat. He swung his wings back and forth, a blur of fluttering metallic wings. His neck arched low, close enough to brush the edge of the human doctor’s cheeks with his own, bladed jaw. “I assume you are versed in enough medicine to know what happens when one slices open the jugular vein and carotid arteries?”
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Kestrel to Yuurei, Following by force.
Kestrel had no choices now, she watched in a state of terror as Iridae was blinded by smoke and taken up. And then,...Kestrel was given a choice. She knew of a rivalry between her mother and Iridae, who was, if one counted Disio and Iridae being mates and bonded, was technically an aunt of sorts- and she knew that somehow, if the ruin spoke the truth, that Disio was also in trouble. If she refused and fled, Iridae and disio might be killed, and they would come after her anyway.

The falcon-esque air lady growled and hissed, her entirly feathered coat puffing up and making her look somehow, thrise as big as she really was. A bluff, really. There was nothing she could do now but blow his vapor back and away. Her wings raised and she took off in flight, but hovered, eyes piercing as an eagles. “I will come with you, if only to see that the Lady Iridae is not killed, for I could never betray family in such a way. You disgusting filth, you had better not have hurt Disio!” Kestrel worried for her uncle, and for her rider, and Hao, and Humarzii...They would all be so frightened...Or worse. Would these beasts destroy their crystals? Kestrel would never let herself go that way. She hoped, if she had to talon her own throat, that Nivea would understand...it was better for them, that way...The thought stung her mind. She would be strong....she hoped.


Yuurei and his captives may now arrive with his captives in our torture thread HERE: http://z7.invisionfree.com/Sekkai_Fracture...?showtopic=1711


Glass Celiostiahle & Carpédiem reactig to Glass Gloire

Celiostiahle was already beginning to get defensive by the time Gloire revealed himself, her glorious shining scales raised and sharp, blades and spines down her back standing on end as she raised herself up on her hind legs and let out a screech like nails on a chalkboard, massive wings whipping the air. Her poor rider, captured, his arm cut,- though not terribly so, thank the First. She bared her fangs, lashing at the air, frustrated. “You coward, Shining cull! You who have no true glory, Unspeakable! You dare touch my bonded, you dare take what's MINE?”

But for all her fury and wrath, and dripping hot glass that cooled in the waters below her into almost teardrop shaped glassy things, she did not directly strike Gloire. He looked so small to her when she raised up, it made her even more angry that this little trig had stolen from her. She let herself fall foreward, her weight shaking the ground as she snarled, coming almost face to face with Gloire, and meeting his gaze with the white fury of her own. “You play a dangerous game with me, little fool. I will go with you, but I will not forget these things you have done today.” Even as she spoke, the hot glass seemed to flow like lava from a volcano, until this too, subsided. And, like many other females, she was captured, humiliatingly so. Such rage she had not felt, not in a long time....
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Anamchara, reacting to Gloire. Ready to flip some tables.

The peace was shattered in a moment so instantaneous it was rather sorrowful. But if the Sekkai army could prove to the Taints that they were not safe within the borders of their land, why couldn't the Taint prove it to be vice versa? She lifted her head, hauling herself to her feet, jagged scales bristling and fury beginning to build to a simmering heat around her body as she saw Tainted males gather into the clearing around the river and pause by females. What the hell did they think they were doing?! This was not time for them to come simpering after female dragons. Especially not the Sekkains. What were they up to.

About to go and aid a dragon being harassed by a Bone, she was stopped dead in her tracks by a flare of orange, yellow, and red that bled into her peripheral vision. She might as well have been slapped her head snapped up so fast. Him. It was the bastard Taint that had tried to eat her rider. No way would she forget his ridiculous colors, the twisted exotic tones of a broken Glass. She watched him land, head down, lips pulled into a snarl that bared sharp ivory fangs. She would kill him should he take one more step, by the looks of it, his attention was fixated on the other Glass dragon just a ways down the river.

It was when he captured her rider that she felt the rage ignite into flame. He was now looking at her. He was going to drag her along too? HAH! The fireball danced out of her throat. But it was his next words that brought it to a halt almost immediately after it had left her mouth, the heat pulled back and the deadly projectile falling to cinders that glowed a mournful orange in the midst of the green grass around the river bank. He was now using the rider as a levering point. To get them both. She hissed lowly, amethyst eyes narrowed to cold slits. "You spiteful vermin. How dare you." The Glass had already accepted to go, though she looked as unhappy about it as Anamchara currently was with the predicament.

What could she do? Her mind raced, her eyes flicked from the rider trapped beneath Gloire's paws in the glass globe back up to the jailer that held it there. There had to be something...anything...She felt her claws dig furrows into the soft soil. All the rage drained out of her. She couldn't do anything. The situation...was far too risky. She could fight yes, but she would risk one of her allies, and that...that was something she could not do. Eyes still sparking with anger she glared up at the Glass. "I will follow as well. But you had best watch your back scum." she hissed lowly, her voice a low rumbling growl in the back of her throat.
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Guilde / Faust to Hadroze/Viscer

Continuing to bristle and snarl like a cornered animal, Guildemain could see that her bluff wasn't working at all. Instead of intimidating the other dragon, he seemed to be laughing at her! So not only was she furious that a taint had snuck up on her, but now her anger boiled at having him laugh right in her face!

Faust, too, noticed this, but stroked along her neck as he bent without taking his eyes off of the enemy, growling from her back. "Calm yourzelv! Zat vill do nozink!" He hissed into her ear as he slashed at the air with his blade, leaning up after a moment as he watched in distrust as the razor tensed his limbs, his rider hissing into the demon creature's ear just as he had done to his own dragon.

But the moment that they started to think that the man and dragon were simply stuck in spot, the razor sprang forward with a hellish scream. And while Guilde may have been quick, the razor simply was quicker. So by the time she reared up to deflect him, the razor already had the howling medic in his hands and was cackling as he lifted up into the air.

"Faust!" The rosemary screamed as the razor bellowed and jeered at her, though she didn't care, panic and terror had crossed her features and her wings wildly flapped to follow the man into the air. The taint had found her one weakness, the one thing she would always and constantly bend to, and was now holding a razor claw to the man's throat. And even though he struggled and snarled, she knew that she had to get him back, she would die if she lost the one thing in this world that she deeply cared about!

The medic, meanwhile, was snarling and hissing, struggling in the demon's grip as he resorted to the long forgotten language of his family. "Lass mich los du garstiger Kreatur!" He howled as he felt the razor cheek settle against his own, his skin easily yeilding and splitting open to the sharp scales as he hissed. "Ich weiß, dass ich das gleiche mit dir machen!"

(**Release me you disgusting creature
I know that I will do the same to you!)
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Air Auster reacting to Denkou, quite pleased with his compliments

Auster started to rise when the first male tainted fell from the sky above them and the first surprised hisses and growls rose around her. She had seperated herself from the rest and now begun to feel that it might have been a bad idea after all. One of the tainteds landed in front of her. A large dragon, a pale sack of bones... At first, she felt slightly offended by his approach, seizing him up and not finding him to her liking at all. He was ugly. And his proudly raised head made no difference... all the other males seemed to busy themselves with other females so maybe, if she was quick... maybe she could escape him. But when he spoke, all her plans fell to dust, blown away like leaves in a gust of wind.

She paused, startled at first, then lowered her eyelashes in slight embarassment. His tongue was like honey, his words such a graceful melody in her ears... She looked at him more closely and found that he was not as grotesque as she had first thought. He was merely... unusual. And that was not necessarily a bad thing. Kady would be furious if she left without saying goodbye... but surely she must understand. Auster rose to her feet in one, graceful motion, looking at the Bone in front of her in newfound admiration: "And where would that be, Good Sir?", she asked politely as she walked up to stand on the very edge of her rocky throne. A true lady... would not forget her curtsies, not even if screams and violence errupted around her. It was odd, as if they were standing in the eye of a storm, as if the world around them was suddenly of less importance. Besides, Auster simply did not quite care what happened to the other females. She could not help them and would not throw away her life trying.
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Denkou was smitten by her beauty, her roiling colors and petite form. Not so much by her personality. He could see her vanity in the way she looked at him. Disgust, it was always disgust with these females. He with held a growl, but let a bit of anger bubble within. If she tried to leave because he was ugly and not to her tastes, he would shad a few bones into her precious hide, clip her wings and drag her back kicking and screaming... His claws kneaded the ground, but halted as a his voice sent a flitter of suprise across her face. Ah, so vain she was about to fall into a trap most willingly! A shiver ran down his spine as she lowered herself from the rock and gazed at him with admiration. Her question had him purr.

"It is a far flight, I admit," He crooned, slithering around her in case she did decide to bolt or to assist the other females who were being taken away. She didn't seem to want to however; So easily it was to sweet talk the vain... "But Im sure your glorious wings will carry you as far as you need. And if the lady bears tiredness on her sparkling hide, I could assist you most easily." He spread his wings out, ready to fly with his little captive into the skies.
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Arsis, not giving a googly god-damn moogly about how to talk to women (to Disarrya


Arsis was not a creature of subtlety, affection, or caring. His existence was a constantly seething, swirling maelstrom of hatred and violence. Ever since his allegiance to the realm of the Taint, the fallen Sonic had no time for anything other than destruction. He no longer remembered the fine experience of a female. He didn’t have time to indulge weak and petty concepts such as pleasure. If anyone in Arsis’ life was allowed to experience the physical pleasures of knowing someone in the biblical sense, it would be his weak rider, Nergal. The pale, lanky bastard was constantly lusting after the various maidens they claimed in pillaging and assaulting villages. Too many times had Arsis watched as Nergal dragged away some poor nun, only to hear the horrid, human shrieks for three to four minutes at a time. He could never rightly tell which was making the sound, as the dragon had difficulty differentiating between genders in the strange sounds humans made in their mating rituals. Nergal was certain to have multiple bastard children running around the planet, harboring hatred for their missing, pale father. It was only a matter of time until one of the whelps grew large enough to find and slay the vicious man. With any luck, Arsis could observe the slaughter and take Nergal’s child as a new rider…but that was neither here nor there. The monstrous dragon had to focus his mind elsewhere.

Although he felt nothing but disdain for mating and all those who engaged in it, Arsis had too strongly felt the pull to cultivate the earth and spread his seed. He would surely feel disdain for himself, were it not for the very sudden all consuming desire that now encompassed his every being. Arsis and Nergal were relaxing quietly by a pond one day (already uncharacteristic of the violent duo) when the sonic felt the pull; the draw to find some female and reproduce came upon him too quickly and was too powerful to resist. And much to Arsis’ chagrin, Nergal found nothing but amusement at his partner’s desire to reproduce. The foul human even thought it appropriate to call the dragon “horny,” as if that was a clever observation.

So rather than face the poorly constructed insults of a feeble mind, Arsis left the sleeping human under a shade-giving tree. The hunt was on, and Arsis was going to fire this urge out of his system if it was the last thing he ever did. And it wasn’t long until Arsis had found himself an interesting situation: a chaos female of the Sekkaian influence, ripe for the picking. He believed he had encountered her before; her name was something along the lines of Disarrya. Not that it mattered. She was going to be the tool y which Arsis finally overcame this horrid desire of his. He approached the Chaos with all the finesse and grace of a limbless turtle set ablaze by infernal means. Certainly, the poor female noticed the approach, as it possessed the stealth of that Abyssal-bonded, Novy. Approaching with finality, Arsis unleashed his low gurgle in an attempt to “seduce” the female. He felt it at least somewhat polite to offer an air of choice, though there was none. It would only be moments before instinct fully took control.

“You there, putrid female, consider yourself lucky. I have decided that you shall serve well as an all-night receptacle for my excess anxiousness. IF you do not catch my drift, know this: I will take what I want from you on this day. Do not struggle and this has the chance to be a pleasurable experience for all parties. And if anything should come of this liaison, the offspring should never know of their progenitor. I want nothing more of you than to relieve a certain pressure!”

And with that, Arsis threw all pretenses to the wind, diving at the poor Chaos. Within moments, he was upon her in a mass of snarling claws and thrashing horns. Were she to accept this behavior, was yet to be seen.
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Disarrya, completely losing her marbles at being assaulted

So desperate was her thirst, so weary was her mind that Disarrya was one of the last to notice the sudden ambush of the multitude of Tainted males. The quiet Ruin had streaked by her unnoticed, his gases dissipating before they could sting the Chaos's tired eyes. But the others, they did catch her attention, and as she raised her head, her lips drew back in a snarl as she flicked her eyes about to survey the raiding males. They all seemed to have targets in mind, and she recognized a one or two faces from the past battles. The Razor that had once assaulted her first mate had made an appearance, though he showed no interest in her and darted straight for the young Rosemary. A part of her screamed to help, desired nothing more than to launch herself upon one of the males and tear him to shreds to protect her fellow dragonesses. But her broken mind could not settle on a course of action, and as she whirled around frantically, she caught sight of Auster, her own daughter, staring down a decrepit beast of a dragon. She was too far away to hear of any conversation they were carrying on, but if one of these foul beasts dared to take her daughter... there would be a fight on that male's hands.

But before her brain could flip into gear and command her to charge the offending Bone dragon, her path became suddenly blocked by a heavyset, spiny lump of a dragon. So she was not going to get out of this unscathed... someone had had his eye on her all along. Most of her coherent thoughts just suddenly ceased. She cared not whether she had ever seen this beast before, but the only thing that popped into her head was that there was no escaping now. If she tried to fly, it would be erratic and painful, and most likely she would be tackled down by this monster, whose wings were undamaged and fully functional compared to hers. Running would be futile... if she, with her wounded leg, tried to bolt, she would be caught, either by this male or another. And what he said to her, in his deeply rumbling voice, only confirmed her fears about how dire her situation was. These males did not want to kill... they wanted to mate. They intended to create bastard soldiers for their own vile armies. She would be forced to bear children who she would likely never know, and who would never know her.

...Was this how her mother had felt when she had borne her one Tainted egg, the one that had been spirited away back to the dark lands? But no, from what she had learned in her inquisitive questioning, her father had won her mother fairly, with none of this violence and treachery she was staring down right now. Dear Rider, she was afraid...

Before she could even begin to formulate another thought, he was upon her, thrashing and apparently attempting to take her captive. She screamed, a sound made of pure fright, and for a few seconds, flailed as wildly as she could. Hopefully one or two of her spines would pierce the thick hide of her assailant, but with her fatigued muscles and battered body, there would be no way to fight off the much fitter male. Even her elemental powers only weakly fizzed into a faint buzz of life for a few moments, but not enough to do anything drastic. Had she been at full strength, she would have been able perhaps to throw him off of her entirely, but seeing as her elemental tank was nearly empty, no such dramatic results would occur. She could feel her body trying to shut down from the stress... her flailing was weakening, her thrashes growing much feebler as she felt her strength draining rapidly. In minutes, she would either faint or just allow herself to go limp. Much as she would have loved to commit herself to fighting to the death, her mind was just too panicked and broken... too afraid.

With her final thrash, she lashed her tail across her assailant's back, unmindful of the spine-covered back, and attempted to rend anything with her claws. She threw her head back and let out one last scream, loud and bloodcurdlingly desperate, this one with words instead of primal fear.

"AKITSA!!"
Could her comatose rider hear her and make note of her distress? How terrified she would be when she awoke to find her beloved life partner missing... Who would she seek solace from? How long would they be apart...
The questions began to fade as the fight left her body. Her muscles simply drained as she began to go limp against her will in the claws of her captor. Now, her voice reduced to only a few whines and whimpers, most of which included the words "Akitsa" and "Kazrael"...
Would her Lightning angel rescue her this time?
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