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| Nherva | Jun 15 2014, 02:25 PM Post #1 |
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Lurker Queen
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With summer nearing upon the continent, and Spring well underway, the sky above was aflame, washed in warm, bright colors that seemed harsh rather than comforting in this place. Below, reflected in the glassy surface of the Lake of Tears, a dark world stirred. Torches sprang to life along the banks of the sinister lake, bonfires sparking up and glowing to hellish life as huge, twisted beasts breathed their own form of death upon the kindling. They had all been summoned, not by word or letter, but by something else tugging at their very souls. Most probably thought their decision to come had been their own, but others, elders of the Legion knew better. They'd felt that prickling in their consciousness before, but it was impossible, so they must have come on a whim. Great processions of slaves and dragons brought forth from the murky forests beyond the lake great tables which were laden with countless casks of wine, ale, beer, whiskey, and all other types of alcohol, but of food there was precious little. However, that was the point. As the Legion gathered, the sun set further, cloaking the sky in dark velvet, a beauty lost upon the Desolation. Three moons shined brilliantly overhead, but there was one that glared down more fiercely than the other two. The dark face of Atra would preside over this gathering, feeding the black hearts of the Legion as it coalesced in whatever strength it had left. Tonight would change all of that. With the tables and casks of wine were brought great iron cages with powerful and bloodthirsty beasts within. Banging against the bars and baying at the darkened sky for the chance to be let loose and spill blood, the cerberi were not to be trifled with, lest one wish to lose a limb. Other cages were brought containing other beasts, but they reeked of fear and screamed in their confines to be free and try their chance at true escape. Upon a raised section of flattened rock nestled in the gnarly trees at the lake's edge, tendrils of dark indigo smoke spread over the ground, spilling off the stone and onto dank sand. The consort of the queen sat poised like a great cat ready to spring, still as a statue, his face frozen in its mocking felid grin. Everything was almost ready. His queen had promised him a sacrifice that would please his eyes as well as his soul, and for that he had come to stand at her side. As the last spark of light in the heavens drowned behind the terrible facade of the Fang Mountains in the distance, she descended. Long darkened wings striped in gold bore her to the stony platform on which Drest sat in wait, the gusts of wind made by them chasing away his vapors, but only until she landed and folded them elegantly against her spine, then the blue-purple vapor pooled once again around her ankles. "Brothers and sisters of the black Legion! Your queen speaks!" the rather large voice of a female dragon called sharply over the milling crowd and baying hounds. It was too ragged to be Augari's, but the bearer was made clear by the reddened sockets of her glowing eyes. Massive in comparison to the Toxic and her mate, the Lava-turned-Bone female was a frightful presence to behold, even for a seasoned Taint. Boney extrusions black as soot and pitch jutted from her body, reddening in places that would have glowed hellish light had she had any of her Lava abilities still available to her. Even so, the light from the torches and bonfires was enough to call attention to her presence. A murmuring quiet laid across the crowd like a blanket as the Toxic dragoness allowed her rider to dismount and squinted her quintet of eyes. There were so few. The entire shore for miles should have been filled with dragons. As it was, she had not won so many hearts and minds as she had hoped. But that was no matter now. Now, they would all see that she was worthy of the throne she had usurped a few years ago. Once the enormous Bone finished speaking, she stepped forward, hood spread wide and her rider at one of her forelegs. "Tonight we celebrate a new beginning," she shouted, her clarion voice seeming out of place in such a horrible setting. "We will be the Legion once more. Our power has gathered, returned, and we will grow." Her eyes scanned the nearly empty tables. "We did not simply come here to feast on nothing, as some of you may fear," the Toxic flicked her wings and paced, her entire sinuous length following her in a mesmerizing pattern on the makeshift stage. "We are strong, and tonight we will prove that with a hunt!" The Toxic's head whipped to the side as she released a sharp command, a roar that was as much a peal of golden lightning as the snapping crack of thunder after, though it lacked the resonating rumble. Cages all along the banks of the river burst open and dragons of all shapes and sizes darted out immediately, their wings straining as they zipped off into the night. They were all of them Sekkaians, taken on patrols and made prisoners alongside their riders. They'd all been tortured in some way, though not so much for information as they had been for this sport in particular. If they could escape, then they were free, but Augari much doubted any of them would live through the night having been starved for days and beaten bloody enough to leave a scent trail. Even with their head start, they would all be dead by morning. "Hold!" The Lava yelled, stomping one huge foot on the ground as she noticed some of the more excitable Taints preparing to launch off after the prisoners. Though, the command in her voice was reinforced by something else unseen. Standing upon the very shores of the lake where her path to rule had begun with her own Sheathe and a newly Tainted Water that bore them across the channel to their first conquest, the Toxic felt a pang of nostalgia. "We are all of us survivors, and we have managed this long after the defeat of our Lord. Now, we will truly rise again!" One more set of cages on either side of the stage was opened. A human stumbled out of one, a small dragon spilled out of the other. "Meet our prisoner VIPs," Augari spread her wings and hissed. This was the proof she needed to show her Legion that she could indeed lead them. Even if she had to force a great many of them, they would be strong again. They would crush Sekkai into the dust. In the flickering torchlight, the prisoner dragon's scales glittered an array of vibrant color under a mask of dried blood, making its breed as clear as the sharp blades and protrusions of its spines. It was small even for a Glass, but Augari had chosen these over all the others for the sheer amount of pleasure she knew most of her followers would get from watching it happen. Her five eyes narrowed on the Glass even as its rider stumbled toward it on what looked like one horribly broken leg, calling to it and crying pitifully about the entire situation. "Kill him slow." Was the only command she gave before turning back to sit beside Drest and Lascariel to watch. What happened next was something from the old age of the Tainted. The Glass, though he fought the whole way, crying and apologizing to his beloved rider, was powerless to stop himself. Even through his own rider's screams, he slowly flayed him with blades of his own Glass, peeling away great sections of skin until the human was dead, no more than a bloodied mess on the ground. By the time it was over and the screams had died, the Glass was dead inside, no longer whining pitifully about what he had to do. He was as empty and hollow as a used wine bottle. All it had taken was one command. She had shown them all her control over the newly Tainted Glass in one sentence. Whether they liked the idea or not, the point was that soon enough they would not have a choice--if their choice was treachery anyway. Those that chose to follow her willingly would be left alone, she would see to that. After a moment, the gilded Toxic strode forward once more and lowered her head to the poor unresponsive creature. "Now you get to live, for whatever that is worth," she muttered darkly, pearlescent fangs displayed by the upward curl of her scaled lips, then she drew her head back to address the masses once more. "Let us reclaim our very soul, remember who we are, and bathe in the blood of our enemies! Take your drink, your weapons, and your wits--whatever remains after the drink--and bring back our feast!" She shouted, bidding them all to chase the prisoners she'd released only about fifteen minutes before. No doubt the Legion would go tearing through and over the mountains killing anything that just happened to be in their warpath. Soon they'd have so much meat to choose from that no one would go away hungry. The moment wings launched dragons airborne, the rattling cages of violent cerberi were opened and the creatures sped off into the gnarled forest while the ground-bound dragons followed. All hell literally broke loose at that moment, and the chaos was glorious, harkening back to the days when the Legion was just a twisted mass of elemental forces hellbent on destroying everything. They'd be more orderly now, but that didn't mean there couldn't be some satisfaction gained from the true grit of eat or be eaten. The hunt was only the beginning. Once they returned with their catches, the true festivities would begin, with drinking and raucous song, brawling, and Atra knew what else. Her demonstration complete, the Legion's Queen settled down, her glowing pustules illuminating vibrant indigo mist as she curled upon the flattened stone to preside. Hopefully that was a sacrifice worth showing up for, she thought as she glanced at Drest, exuding his vapors silently next to her. |
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| SemperMemor | Jun 15 2014, 08:19 PM Post #2 |
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Majestic Space Duck
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Viscer As the afternoon sun dipped well beyond the reach of the horizon's great bow, the buzzing conglomeration of twisted figures began to arrive en masse at what seemed to be an unspoken command. Among them, a wisp prickled metal intertwined and wove between gnarled, gargantuan legs of his underlings. Most declined to give him the satisfaction of balking away from the living razor blade. His giggles trailed behind them as he made his way toward the sleek black panther on the far end of the shore, singing praise of those with particularly endowed undersides. The pebbles beneath his feet parted way at the behest of viciously hooked talons, carrying along the spritely little devil in a pace that well-matched his whip-like physique. Although the glassy surface some distance away was a tempting enough mirror to admire his assuredly handsome features, his venture kept him far enough away from the water's edge. He knew as well as any what lie just beyond the reach of an eager, prodding poke into it's depths. His caution was later proved at the call of their Queen, and the once motionless lakeside erupted into jostling coils and fat, fetid, mutated limbs of the she-Abyssal ranks vying for a spot nearest the promised feast. Viscer twitched away and launched himself some feet above the shore to career ever swifter toward the Tainted gathering. He did not wish to become rusted on top of whatever frenzy may occur later, thank you very much. "Make way, maaaaake waaay," the Sheathe cackled, making his entrance well enough known to the gathered crowd. The diminutive Tainted landed quick a shuffle of pleated metallic sails snapping against his side and the continued clack-clack-clacking of leisurely pace upon the shore's pebbled ground. He could hardly be missed by reputation alone (there were not very many Razors left, let alone those that openly addressed an enormous, ravenous audience with enough pride and confidence to rival a corrupted king), but his sharp, velveted voice wove into many shaken ears. He was a nuisance, a cat-calling desert burr in their sides, but he had enough bloodshed and authority from it under his belt to at least command some importance in the Toxic Queen's many eyes. Viscer milked the attention and respect for all it was worth, beaming upon the view of the renewed ranks. The crowd parted, if grudgingly, to allow him enough space on Augari's vacant side. He leaned in toward the dragoness, a sleek, caustic cobra more than twice his length and four times in mass, and chuckled, "Good to see that your shindig has brought in so many miscreants back from the edges of the earth. Just look at these buffoons," he continued, sneering with an open, crude gesture toward the salivating ranks. "They are ready to receive word of your divine rule, m'lady." Whether she acknowledged his presence and address or not, the queen carried out her promised display of power. Viscer licked his own chops, belly aching for sweet sustinence and eager to make a meal of the captives, but he stifled the feeling and remained still, if only for the moment. He would have been a dead man walking to usurp the queen at this moment. For all his insensible jokes, loose tongue, and meddling of affairs, the dragon wasn't stupid. He knew what was to come, having been told at least minimally what mighty control she now had within her grasp, but seeing it in the flesh anew brought an uneasy tremor down the length of his barbed spine. The Glass' keening was positively delicious as he watched the creature maul it's own rider. It was a sight for sore eyes, if a bit eerie, but knowing well that the words that catalyzed the event belonged to none other than his esteemed queen at long last, it was a delightful sign. What they could do now was nigh unstoppable. "Alright, well, I'm going to feast. The prisoners won't catch themselves, you know. Want anything, m'lady?" he crooned mockingly once Augari had finished her display. However, his gaze shifted at the sight of pooling gasses beside her. The vibrant, rusting vapors wrought a cruel grimace upon the Razor's face. . "I don't know why you keep that fleabag at your side, Augs." The comment's volume was kept low, though with her impeccable hearing he doubted that she would neglect to hear it in some manner. The distasteful tone, at least, was spittingly evident. "Good for nothing son a bat-brained whore." Steel eyes shot a quick glance toward the Ruin's aforementioned mother, who, in all her fleabitten glory, seemed only to add to the Razor's argument. Ossifrage scrabbled at her backside with unkempt talons and released a gurgling hiss from her shattered mask. Disgusting. The Sheathe turned back to sneer at the felid creature before departing. With a flick of spring-loaded wrists, the Razor shot into the night sky as though crafted of greased lighting, and fled the area, catching the scent of an escapee not long after. Despite the gracious (if he could say so himself) head-start before the waiting crowd of ravenous Tainteds, it was regrettably easy to track and chase down the starved and beaten Sekkains. Viscer gained ground in the air and overtook a Rosemary pair with relative ease, supple muscles and streamlined build bred exclusively for the purpose of speed and maneuverability. With a displeased sigh, the dragon shot overhead and plucked the rider from it's beast's saddle, honed talons making little more than a second's work in slicing the tender leather from the pair's ill-suited scouting harness. He was hungry enough to down at least one of these things, having gone so very long without the taste of human. Dragonmeat was a secondary favorite, but he was content to let the thing follow him back to the hive, if only to watch it die a painful death. Jostling the human underneath an armpit, the Razor let loose a wild cheer and turned tail, heading back toward the venue post-haste. The Rosemary, fueled only in it's futile sprint for freedom by the thought of it's rider, doubled back with an exhausted tremble and wailed a mournful, aching cry. It had no strength left to fend off attack, and by the time that the Sheathe thought it worthwhile to give it a glance behind him, something dark and cragged leapt up from the trees with a mighty roar to snatch the Rosemary in it's jaws. Teeth snapped shut not more than a second later, and with the spray of blood and a singular, dismembered limb, the Earth returned to the ground below, shaking the ground and quickly settling to eating it's plucked victim. The Sheathe landed back upon the shores a few moments later and began to tear into his trashing prey. Hunger drove a red haze through his vision. Later, perhaps, when he had more fuel and a full stomach he might partake in festivities. For now, however, the dainty Tainted relinquished obsessive cleanliness to tear apart his meal in violent spurts of reptilian snaps. When finished, he belched, messily, and called out, "Bring me the ale, you bunch of filthy apes! Let's get this party started!" |
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| Gothic Thylacine | Jun 15 2014, 10:07 PM Post #3 |
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So sayeth the Spider
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Blair and Krakatoa arriving. Open for interaction To have a territory, a domain to call your own and expand with reputation, influence, and force, it was the beginning of a beautiful reign for the young Bulkhead. Oh he fully planned on this being just the start. But there was still much work to be done, he and Blair needed to ensure everyone knew who they were and what they were capable of and to fear it with a shudder through their very souls. Even now as he lay in his new lair within an old dormant volcano among the Forest of their territory, Karaktoa stirred. He had been feeling odd lately, like there was a pulling within him. And it seemed to get stronger daily. It was not mating season yet, and he was unaware of what else could bother him so. He stood and stretched catlike before slinking from his lair to lift himself to one of his lookout cliffs. All of his eyes scanned about for any signs of life, and for once, he saw more than just the occasional night time predator. Far above, an occasional dragon flew. Not close enough to be any kind of threat, but enough to where Krakatoa could see where they were headed. The Desolation. He held perfectly still for quite some time and when he saw a third traveler headed the same way, he suddenly knew what this strange urge was. He had known internally what was brewing and now it was calling to him. Had to been calling to Rouge and Ts’akab as well? He would have to find out, but first, there was only one other soul he had to alert to the development and answer the call. No doubt Blair had heard and felt him swooping in and landing as close to their vast home as he could before he craned his neck to put one large facial eye to the Trio’s bedroom window. “My Blair. My Blair, we must go. Surely you feel it? The pull? Now I know what it is and where we must go-“ “What? Toa love give me a moment!” was the tired sounding response. Blair had gotten plenty of sleep but it was after the typical round of love making and so the girl was naked and groggy at first when being woken. Krakatoa waited but twitched a foot as his rider came to the window. “Now what is this you say?” She asked, taking note of the lovely scaring on her forearm from their first lesson since it was now fully exposed. She knew Byrn and Bolrock were now awake with bloodshot eyes also adjusting. Granted they had enough sleep but still it was sudden! Krakatoa was of course blunt and straightforward. However his words seemed to wake Blair up faster than a cup of coffee mixed with human blood as he explained. She quickly rushed to dress herself and begin putting on her wonderful new armor that Bolrock had brought her. As she hopped about doing this she spoke out to her awakening mates “Up to you boys if you wanna come with!” Several months ago, Blair would probably have decided on her actions based completely on what Byrn and Bolrock wanted, but she had changed much since their depart and her encounter with the Dream dragon. She had become independent and indeed quite a bit stronger. Not that she loved her boys ANY less of course! But they no longer had the influence over her and she only became frantic if they were truly in danger. “Krakatoa get your saddle!” She called. The Bulkhead was already strapping himself in for Blair to ride. While they were fortunate to have a nice enough saddle made, the pair was still seeking a craftsman to make a far better one. Finally he put his snout to the window and Blair leapt out onto him. She ran along his head and slid down his neck to her awaiting saddle. Fully armed, loaded and ready, Blair whooped to her dragon and the huge volcanic beast lumbered away from the castle before his massive wings swept and pumped them airborne to the winds guiding them to their dark destination. When they finally arrived after a rather adventurous flight full of loops, dives, and roars, Krakatoa put his breed’s gifts into effect. He roared at everyone to be well out of his way and indeed threatened painful retaliation if someone did not comply. But he was no fool, he knew he was in the presence of veterans, so he was respectable enough, but made his confidence and strength clear. Blair was keeping her eyes peeled, she had not been in the presence of so much of the Legion as of yet. She would be lying if she said she was not nervous and on guard. Yes, there ahead was their queen, ah and Viscer as well! Blair chuckled at the cocky Razor, she felt a warm joy whenever she saw him, it was he who saved her family and brought her to Krakatoa along with Ruin Lapin. She looked around her carefully, they may be around common allies, but they were NOT among friends. Not yet. They now had a good view of their leaders and what was to become the first ceremony of sorts. Blair and Krakatoa both watched excited and anxiously (though neither showed any sign) as the Glass pair was thrown before them and Augari worked her dark magic. While the sight would normally excite Blair into hunt mode, her hand went to touch her cracked crystal and even the mighty Krakatoa growled and took a step back. “Never” he said oddly softly “I would never be turned against my Blair” Even with the fractured bond, Blair could feel his fury and stroked an obsidian scale. “No, we won’t. We will be healed. But before then, we must prove ourselves so there will be no reason to ever worry about such a thing. And you know, this is a good opportunity. AND you know what the best part is?” She asked knowingly, and the Bulkhead rumbled in pleasure before saying the same words as his rider at the same moment. “This is our kind of fun” Krakatoa’s hot lava dripping tongues licked at his deadly chops. Nearly trembling in eagerness as was Blair. It had been a while since she had a good hunt and now she could have one with her partner. Krakatoa roared out impressively to show his eagerness and hunger, only held back by Blair seeing if they were to be accompanied. But he could not hold back for long. ((Ending it semi open to let anyone who wants to go with them reply but next post will be far more |
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| Nherva | Jun 17 2014, 09:39 AM Post #4 |
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Lurker Queen
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Augari to Viscer The Toxic was pleased. Caustic golden fluid boiled through the myriad pustules and tubs along her body at her glee watching the Taints launch themselves after the beaten prisoners. She hoped deep in her soul that it would whet their appetites for war. Once there were enough of them returned and their power regained, all she would need was an opportunity. Though it was still likely she would wait several more years to allow the Sekkaians to let down their guard and live in their hard won peace, the thought of watching them all burn gave her a sinister sense of satisfaction. They didn't want to offer her anything to put off her notion of destroying them. Asara had been less than eager to allow them any arable land to call their own and build her own empire and still they sat festering in their barren swamps and wastelands. So much for attempting true peace. Although, there had always been that dark part of her that hoped Sekkai would give her a reason to continue to hate them. They had, and this night, with blood already spilled and the din of dragons and cerberi fading into the distance she could not have been more glad they did. When Viscer alighted near her, a ripple of pride shivered down her spine. Her Sheathe. There were two of them and they were hers--and if they weren't they would be soon. All of that power was hers to wield. As uncertain as she had been when Lascariel urged her to step into Nidhogg's vacant throne, she hardly regretted it now. She thrummed deeply at the Razor, "Don't worry, I've already got mine," She eyed the bloody, skinless corpse lying on the ground several feet away, the Glass still staring at it, still as a statue. She hadn't tasted human flesh in quite some time, and it was about time she corrected that. At Viscer's quip directed at Drest, Augari snorted, a sound that was less queenly than she would have preferred. Had it been any other dragon, she might have snapped at him, even threatened his insolence. But it was Viscer, and his very nature was something she'd grown to accept. She'd known him as a wyrmling and they'd grown into their power together. He knew better than to truly cross Drest, so his insults were simply words spoken in distaste. The Toxic couldn't bring herself to take true insult at her choice in consort. As it was, she was already eyeing other males whose ambition and thirst for power she admired. Even so, she didn't have a chance to respond before her beloved pin cushion of a Sheathe darted off to make his kill. Shrugging it off, the Toxic slithered off from her perch and hunched over the dead human. The Glass never moved, still watching with empty eyes as she lowered her jaws and started to feast on the corpse of his rider. Gareth, wondering what the hell he's still doing here, open for interaction (Anaphylaxis spying on him from the sidelines) The pair of beady red eyes flickered with the reflections of flames. To look inside of them was to look straight into the mouth of Hell. Her anger was palpable even if her body language showed naught of it. The Influenza kept herself to the shadows on the outskirts of the 'celebration'. While the show of control had piqued her interest, she wasn't here to listen to hot air from the higher ups. She was here to watch him. It had been months since he'd walked away from her the day they'd broken their bond. It pissed her off that he had such gall and tenacity and nothing she'd done over the course of their training had even remotely knocked him down a few pegs. He still hated her. Hated her because she was female, because she was small, because she couldn't spew lava, fire and earth like her brothers and sisters. He had yet to learn the true power she wielded and she would show him at the first opportunity. Anaphylaxis spotted Gareth among those that remained. He had no horse, no dragon, no mount to speak of, and even he knew better than to run off into the forest with giant dragons stomping around and vicious cerberi lurking in the dark. He was already drinking. Not looking much worse than he had when she'd last seen him, the Influenza could only assume he'd found a decent food source somewhere in the Desolation that she had not. She remained in her lair of Erebus's skull in the middle of the Murks, and had no intention of giving it up any time soon. The same was true of her walking petri dish. She'd invested too much practice into him and given him too many immunities to just let him loose without using him to spread her devastation. She would win him back, whether he liked it or not. --- The ale wasn't strong enough. None of it was strong enough to assuage his annoyance of the fact that he was still stuck on this gods forsaken island continent. He'd tried to figure out a way over the channel more than once, but had come to the not so startling conclusion that he would need a dragon to fly him over. If he didn't find one, some Abyssal would just snap him up as a midmorning snack the moment he set off. Worse, traversing any ground in this treacherous place was more trouble than it was worth. He needed a sure-footed mount that didn't spook out here, and he had yet to find one. All he wanted was to go home, cut his losses and live out the rest of his life in the shame he deserved. Anaphylaxis was probably laughing at him somewhere. She never did think he could take care of himself out here alone. "I'll try the godsdamned whiskey," he grumbled low and to himself as he made his way to a cask. He didn't feel drunk, just angry, but he swayed a little nonetheless. At least here, even if it was dragonflesh, he'd get something to eat before picking off the swamps and barren mountainsides again. The once Influenza rider took a seat on one of the tables, bringing the mug of stronger whiskey to his lips. It burned going down and he wished he hadn't gulped it, "Damn you Anaphylaxis," he cursed under his breath, as though it were her fault. It would be easier if that were the truth, if he could blame her for every horrible thing that had happened to him since he'd left his village in the north. It was getting harder and harder for him to survive out here in the Desolation. His eyes flicked to one huge participant, surging toward the forest for the hunt. He recognized Krakatoa immediately. He still couldn't imagine why he'd saved his life, even at Blair's command. Why would Blair give a shit about him? They hardly knew each other, and the first time he'd met them he'd been disgusted by her, her brother, and their desire to end up in the same place he was going, though he'd never showed it. He thought a little differently about such things these days, but even so it gave the Bulkhead and his rider no reason to care either way about his well-being, especially given that Anaphylaxis had a talent for pissing off bigger dragons. It was possible that without her they could be his allies, but the truth of the matter was that he didn't want any damned allies anymore. He just wanted home and hearth. Grumbling quietly to himself, he continued to drink, hoping he'd get drunk enough to pass out for hours. At this point he couldn't care if he woke or not. |
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Jun 20 2014, 04:26 PM Post #5 |
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risk it for a chocolate biscuit
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Yishaja & Mezcal to Blair & Krakatoa: Mist obscured most things, and of this Shaja was immeasurably glad. There were few enough places to hide oneself in Legion territory--it was possible to remain out of the sight of many sets of eyes, though no one was ever truly hidden--and locations where a fully-grown sonic dragon might go unnoticed were even rarer. Mezcal was hardly the most colossal beast roaming the tainted wilds, and seemed to prefer a nocturnal lifestyle, but she more than made up for both traits with the amount of noise she made. Her boisterous demeanor only made matters worse. In the months since they'd been forced to stick a knife (both literally and metaphorically) in their crystal-bond, Shaja and her unhinged companion retreated from the rest of their so-called classmates to nurse their wounds. They wandered through swamp-mist and shadow, avoiding contact with other living things as much as possible. This return to a life of near-isolation was long overdue in the young woman's mind, and Mezcal hadn't protested initially, but within a week or two began to pine--vocally--for social interaction. It was the longest either of them had gone without seeing at least one other person or dragon since their bonding, and while Shaja supposed her dragon's reaction was reasonable, she had no intention to alter their circumstances. Mezcal was the only company she required and far more company than she wanted. Very little could keep a dragon grounded. They had wings. Mezcal began to abandon her rider at night, taking off into the black sky and going... elsewhere. The specifics didn't matter to Shaja; as long as her dragon came back with some regularity, she was content to lurk in the fog. Small animals were strangely abundant and provided her with a ready source of sustenance, and every so often Mezcal would return with a kill they could share. Sometimes there was even enough to store; Shaja watched mangy foxes and other beasts caching their meals and, after some trial and error, worked out how to preserve portions of food in carefully concealed hideaways. Life was hard, and her mind was as obscured by paranoia as ever, but they were alive... and mostly alone. Shaja was fine with that. Alone was good, alone was safe. She'd been unearthing one of her caches when the sound of familiar wing-beats turned her head skyward. It was night, and in the revealing light of three bright moons, Mezcal's body cast a fearsome shadow. There was nothing in her talons; she'd not been hunting, then. The sonic dragon landed with a thrum a few yards from her rider. "Evening dearie," she trilled, "enjoying another filthy night in the muck? How are the toads lately? Actually, I'm not all that interested in what you've been up to! You'll never guess what I just heard about!" Shaja raised an eyebrow. She didn't take the conversational bait... Mezcal would tell her whether or not she responded. "There's a bit of hullabaloo at the lake, and word is the old baked bean* herself is there. We're going! Don't bother brushing the dirt off your face, it's on your hands too." The toothy dragon was grinning. It was never good when she was grinning. Instinctively, Shaja slunk behind the nearest object. "Augari? You go. I'll stay." "No, you won't," Mezcal said, reaching out and--without any sort of consent--scooping up her human, "We're both going. We've got to. It's... mandatory! But fun! Mandatory fun!" Somehow Shaja doubted she'd find the night's events so amusing. The journey to the Lake of Tears took far less time than she'd have liked. Mezcal flew with an odd sense of urgency, as though getting to the gathering was vitally important. Shaja was unused to Mezcal feeling any sense of obligation to do anything, especially since their crystals were cracked. She could've easily attended on her own, too... why were both of them necessary? It was a sinister assembly indeed. Under the garish light of Atra, Shaja could make out the form of the Legion's foremost dragon: toxic Augari. Also present were several of their former classmates and a few bigger, older dragons whose names she did not recognize... but whose authority was without question. Their presence terrified her. She'd stay out of their way... if Mezcal would allow it. As it turned out, she would not. The dragon brought them down right beside a pair of familiar faces: Blair and Krakatoa. It had been ages since they'd seen the two, and the time showed in Toa's size. He was a real titan now, the kind of monster she knew the Sekkains saw in their nightmares. Blair looked... the same? Different? Shaja wasn't certain. Mezcal sent a pulse of sound in Toa's direction, but to Shaja's surprise, did not immediately begin assaulting him with her usual banter. It wasn't long before she understood why. Their leader, their queen, was speaking... and her words wrought hell. Before their very eyes she bade an unfortunate glass dragon to kill--no, Shaja thought, slaughter--its own rider. Mezcal watched, empty glowing eyes fixed on the writhing, bloody thing that had once been the dragon's person. For a moment, Shaja feared she'd be next. She was not. Bugling her allegiance to the Queen, the sonic retrieved her rider once more and took them into the skies with the rest. They were going hunting. None of the assembled people or dragons argued; who could argue with someone able to turn a dragon--a Sekkain dragon--against their rider with mere words? "Toa, old boy," Mezcal shouted, "let's find us something pretty to chew up, hmm?" Another blast of sound waves flew in the bulkhead's direction. Shaja shot Blair an apologetic, fearful glance. OOC: "Baked bean" is cockney slang for queen |
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| Gothic Thylacine | Jun 22 2014, 11:03 AM Post #6 |
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So sayeth the Spider
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((Warning- Gore ahead. I can edit whatever needed! Also Nherva I can send Blair Gareth's way to say hi when she brings back her first 'batch' hehehe >D)) Blair and Krakatoa make their first kill and include Mezcal & Yishaja in the fun While the monstrous Bulkhead was already pulsing in eagerness, when he felt another foreign yet familiar pulse go through him, his eyes caught the familiar form of Mezcal immediately and Krakatoa turned his head to her and gave a pleased rumble in greeting. Blair as well waved to her former classmates with a friendly smile not normally suited for the current situation but then Blair and her fellow Taints were not exactly normal. As Augari urged her soldiers forward, Krakatoa swung his head back to the Sonic pair and gave a dark yet hearty bellow of a laugh. “Mezcal! You sinister little gem you! Yes! Let us go have some fun! I wanna see what you can do!” With that, Krakatoa reared up like a horse from hell making him look even larger and more terrifying and let out a roar that no doubt everyone could feel throughout their entire bodies. No, he could hold back no longer. And when the Bulkhead tore forward in an explosion of power, he left the ground burning in his wake. Blair had often wondered just how he could move so fluently on six legs, but she never questioned the good fortune. Embers trailing in the air behind him as he tore and burned the trees out of his way seeking the first sight of a warm body he could tear into. It did not take long. The first poor souls the Bulkhead zeroed in on was an Iron pair. The Metal was a large and strong example of his breed, but the poor fellow had been injured and beaten. Not enough to render him completely helpless but more than enough to take away any real chance of survival. Of course that did not stop any of the fools from trying much to Krakatoa’s delight. Immediately the Metal tried firing his defense of liquid metal from his maw which Krakatoa side-dodged to avoid with ease. The Iron’s rider was a fairly strapping tough looking young man making a pathetic attempt to help by hurling rocks. Blair laughed “Ok I got the rider covered” With a growl she slid down her dragon’s wing and hopped to the ground when appropriate right as Krakatoa went again for the Metal. Blair stayed well hidden as first and watched as the rider screamed as her own dragon enclosed his talon’s on the Metal’s throat to prevent any more of his breath weapon. The smaller dragon fought back like hell and roared as best he could and begged for his rider to run. Indeed it was a lost cause, within moments, Krakatoa had torn the Metal open down his neck by burning and yanking his jaws apart until his head and neck were in two ‘strips’ connected to his now twitching body. The Bulkhead rider, being cursed with somewhat of a heart, could not help but feel pity for the man as he cried out in agony and fell to his knees at the death of his partner. Blair could not imagine losing her Toa. But that helped remind her that it was probably best she put the poor fool out of his misery. Blair finally stepped into his view. However it seemed the man was not completely beaten. Despite the madness overtaking him, when he saw her, with a tortured scream he ran for her, intent on avenging his dragon by taking the Bulkhead’s partner. But sadly against Blair, this was a mistake. The girl gracefully leaped out of the way of the rambling fleshbag and began circling him. He tried again to hurl something at her but she took the opportunity to strike since he was not in his right mind. With a calculated dash, she struck him in the chest while securing his hands in a vice like grip. Spinning him around while keeping her hold, Blair sank her teeth into the side of his neck, his pulse sending waves of blood into her mouth which she drank eagerly. Feeling her prey go into shock and weaken, she was quick to slide out one of her blades and thrust it into his spine. The limp weight and weak cries signaled it was safe to let him drop to the ground. As he hit with a ‘thunk’, Blair jumped upon him and her knife sliced open his abdomen with odd ease and as was her habit, she dove in and began eating the liver while it was still fresh and hot. She could feel others beside her dragon were seeing the spectacle and so she roared out beastly to warn any from her kill. “My Blair!” Krakatoa interrupted “You will eat more at the feast! Come save the kills and lets go get some more!” He said hoisting the dead Iron dragon upon his back and aiding Blair up with her own human kill. Having an appetizer off her first kill, Blair was completely in the game now, her iris almost fully yellowed even as she kept her composure tying the bodies down. But Krakatoa’s eyes were scanning again, and it was not long before he saw another hobbling figure. This time it was a Forest with a broken leg and wing. It’s rider clinging to it trying to help it along. Before Blair would protest, Krakatoa swung out a paw at the pair and with a heave, sent the Forest pair towards Mezcal. “Hey Mez! Catch!” He boomed with a laugh. Blair tried to push her softer side down. Obviously they were expected to bring back as much meat as possible. So she looked at it the same way as she would a hunt for animals. Though it was indeed interesting to see her dragon able to tap into his own bloodlust, like he did the day they ‘cleaned’ out their new home. But now this was far more serious business. She did want to show the Legion she and Krakatoa were a force worthy of their admiration. She knew very well they were, and disliked having to try and impress others, but hey when it involved activities they enjoyed anyhow, why not? “Come on! There’s more fresh meat to be had!” Krakatoa said with an excited fiery snort to Blair and the others before bounding forward again and with a leap, surged upwards with his massive wings to get a better view of the hunting grounds. Loving the fact that many may try to hide, but it would be hopeless with his helpful heat seeking vision. |
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| Chirpadee | Jun 23 2014, 02:05 PM Post #7 |
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behold her lovely plumage
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Glaive and Pan, one enthusiastic the other wanting to be somewhere else. The urge to travel had buried itself deep into the mind of a hulking monster over the last weeks. It had urged him from his chosen residence; a cave near enough to hellmen’s well where he could steal men or ruin the lives of the townfolk. Much to his displeasure others of his hatchmates had thought the same and he had watched them from afar disgusted by their weakness and current happiness with loitering. Still he had claimed himself a truly worthy mate while none of them had progeny to speak of. He would enjoy that thought alone while he waited for the time of the tainted to come. His rider was forced to remain near, not allowed out without permission or deliberate instruction. Not even to meet with those the boy had formed bonds with. Friendship was a weakness neither of them needed. Both had changed in the slowly passing months of monotony. The metal had reached to the extreme limits of his breed and was broader then many of them would ever dream of growing. He was a living wall of metal and death with little care for any emotion. A full ninety feet of death. The scrawny boy he had chosen as his companion had changed too. The once lithe Panahasi had slowly put on muscle now there was a steady supply of food and he had cropped off all of his beautiful white blonde hair in favor of a short hacked design to keep it away from the claws of his own dragon. The exposed skin of his arms revealed a myriad of scars he had gained since bonding to the brute of a metal, though many of the horrible twisting patches of raised showed signs of age older then the tainted beast. They traveled the way all tainted did. The want to move on too strong to ignore. The light lad perched atop a strange, specialized saddle that bore a high back and front to prevent him from falling into any of the deadly protrusions that his bonded bore. Which was a difficult task seeing as behind was only razor wire and before was a great cleaving neck blade. He hunkered in the saddle like a hermit from the cold, watching the horizon where he could see the gathering of dragons. He could hear the screams of something within the cages. The griffon on his shoulder hunkered closer and hissed softly into his ear, the little chimera voicing her disapproval. He agreed strongly with her aversion. One mad dragon was enough to deal with. This seemed to be a great gathering the likes he had not seen since their wyrmling days. He scratched her chin with his bad hand. The single useful finger rubbing along her jaw and reassuring her. “Do not worry my beloved friend. So long as we remain with Glaive we are in little danger.” He said softly. The dragon under him snarled and strode faster, disapproving that they arrived so late. He would have flown but to heft a beast as dense as himself would require a great deal of energy, which he felt the need to conserve for whatever was to come. Instead he tromped and his plates creaked endlessly, rubbing together and shifting like poorly hewn armor. He sneered back at his rider and offered the morsel on his shoulder a hungry glance. “There is no safety among these worthless swine. I am intrigued by this gathering. If you stay out of my way and theirs you will survive this. I do not permit you to leave my back. You are mine and will stay with me. If you try to flee I will eat you.” Pan did not flinch at the threat. It was how their relationship operated. His good hand slid to the hilt of Rustbringer and the rubies that marked it’s dragon bone handle glinted cruelly as if hungering for him to draw the blade. The porcelain boy restrained, but did not remove his tightly gripped fingers. The sight caused the bastard to turn his massive head straight and concentrate on walking. There would never be a friendly relationship between them, only a tense truce not to kill the other. The rest of the trip was conducted in silence, much as the earlier parts had been. Panahasi was not much for conversation, and Glaive was more interested in his own projects then his rider. The warning was more for the boys benefit then his own. The massive metal swaggered his way into the throng, nearly crushing anyone stupid enough not to get out from under bladed feet. Fuck them if they didn’t move fast enough. Several snapped at him for his impertinence, but the great wall of metal simply sneered and continued on. He slowed as the queen herself descended and the commencement began. His eyes flicked to the cages and a cruel grin spread across his face. This, this was going to be a spectacle worth attending, he had no regrets from the journey. He shifted his wings and listened with growing interest until the cages were opened. He was not one for waiting. With a roar the bastard swung around only to be called back by the sharp command. He froze as if his muscles were wholly unwilling to obey. He scowled, deeming it curiosity to her words and he turned back with a sneer. His bladed tail swept with a horrid screeching, sending a small tainted forest running for cover. Then the glass was released. The smirk that split the metals face was of pure delight. Every jagged tooth showed and his fire bright eyes gleamed in absolute excitement as the sekkain slowly ripped its rider to pieces, bit by bit. He could feel the unease of his own rider, his want to abandon this place, but Glaive stood tall and pleased by everything he saw. This was exactly as he had imagined. The strength of the tainted legion at its best. They would rip the world apart on a whim. He was ready. Then they were released. He let some of the smaller dragons scatter first then he found an opening. He took off with all the force of a landslide. Each step dug his claws deep into the earth and tore great chunks free. His eyes burned bright with the hunt and he let forth a roar of defiance at his own weight and spread his great leathery wings like sails against the wind. His short neck lowered straight with his back with a great groaning of metal as his crest bent with the effort, then he kicked himself skywards. The first attempt failed and his great bulk slammed into the ground nearly unseating his rider. With a screech the mismatched gryph shot into Pan’s lap in an attempt to hide itself from the cocophany of screams that erupted from the horde. Pan covered her with a hand. He was silent and emotionless as a doll as the world dissolved into hell. With dark eyes he watched and clung to the saddle as his dragon kicked off again. This time they managed to catch the wind and slowly ascended. Each heavy beat of thick wings caused muscle to tighten and heavy plates to shift deafeningly. Glaive was not built for stealth. He was built for war. Once they were skybound he was graceful enough to turn, but he had to beat his wings constantly or risk plummeting like a piece of the metal on which he derived his powers. His eyes surveyed the others. He could see the warpath of Krakatoa and sneered. No fun in playing with an idiot that large. It would be too easy. He circled once or twice then caught sight of a fleeing air, one of its larger wings was broken and dragged at its side making it incapable of flight, but it ran with great speed. Fear made the limbs work faster. He laughed, a sound so deep and dark it chilled his riders blood. This would not be clean or pretty. The vast iron monster dove, his wings curling tight around him as he shot towards the ground like a mighty weight. His claws extended and the poor beast looked up as the sound became the undeniable screech of death. The poor feathered dragon screamed and tried to scramble faster. It dove into a thick patch of trees in hopes the metal would be unable to follow. This was a poor choice. Glaive flared his wings and slammed into the branches. They cracked like toothpicks as his great weight bore down on them. Trunks groaned in agony then splintered hardly slowing his decent. Cries of terror erupted from within as the dragon realized it’s mistake. The scrawny air pleaded as the metal shadow shattered its hiding place laughing all the while. What did not break easily was cleanly sheered with claws or tail. Then he hit the ground. The air tried to bolt but it was too late. One massive paw snatched out and landed on the broken wing yanking the dragon to a halt with a scream of agony. Pan watched indifferently as Glaive pressed those dagger like talons into already damaged bone and meat. The creature cried pitifully and the brute laughed harder. “You are worthless little scrap of dragon. You will taste sweet as your tears.” Wind ripped at him as the little sekkian desperately tried to throw the beast off, to hurt him enough to withdraw. Glaive was a fortress and the sharp gusts were ineffective. Limbs and wings flailed and he growled softly. “Enough of that.” With a swing of his other forepaw he sheered one of the smaller wings clean off. The scream was nearly as deafening as the screech of metal. Glaive snorted. “What a waste of space.” He ground his other foot into the broken wings and the crying only got louder. The next ten minutes were spent slowly taking his captive to pieces. What remained when he was done was a wingless, tailless, hardly alive stump of a dragon that could do nothing but cry out pathetically for death. Panahasi felt sorry for it as his dragon slowly stripped its hide like he was skinning an animal. For such a massive creature he moved with a careful purpose when he chose. Once he had skinned the vast majority of the feathers from its back he grew bored and with a final decisive strike of his claws he dug them into the poor air’s brain. “Such a weak little piece of shit. I am not satisfied. I did… my human, get you a gift. To celebrate our first success.” The dragon felt his bond recoil in his mind, disgust the primary emotion that passed to him. His deep, cruel laughter rippled through the skies and he used his jaws to strip away the still dripping skin from the back of his prey. What he had created was a cloak of air dragon skin, large enough for his chosen and covered in bright iridescent feathers. “Wear our trophy.” He growled through his teeth and dropped the mess right into the boys lap. Pan didn’t even cringe, but internally he was screaming, he wanted to leave this horrible sight behind. The pale boy knew if he did not act Glaive would pretend he had been offended and attack. In his lap Zesiro shrieked under the bloody skin. She beat her wings against the filth and fled from beneath. With a sharp curse she took to the skies and disappeared. It was for the better in Pan’s mind. She would be safe hiding from the rampage. He swung the disgusting, still warm cape over his shoulders and ignored the content rumble of his dragon. “It will need to wait. I have no way to secure it.” Glaive swiveled his neck and grinned so cruelly that Pan withdrew slightly. “Hold it shut.” He instructed with a rumbling delight. Pan did as he was told, and Glaive sucked in a breath then spat a wad of metal right onto the joining. The lumpy protrusion of filth fused with his clothing and the hide alike forcibly closing the gap and making the lad wear the fresh shaved skin like a king. Pan had to resist the urge to vomit at the scent of hot skin and the image in his mind of the flesh peeling back from the poor dead beast at his dragon’s feet. “We move on.” Glaive said and shoved his way out of the shattered copse to find a place he could once again take flight. |
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risk it for a chocolate biscuit
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Yishaja & Mezcal, to Blair & Krakatoa: For all she was unstable, Mezcal had never been bloodthirsty. Shaja had seen her kill--and not always quickly or painlessly--but this... eagerness... it was new, and more than a little alarming. Worse, there was a tickling sensation in the back of her head that felt almost like approval. It was as though she, too, wanted blood on her hands. She'd seen how easy it was for Augari to impose her will upon another. Was this urge to kill a result of her influence? The way she'd forced a fully-grown Sekkain dragon to murder it's own rider was awe-inspiring, and not in a good way, but it had also been pacifying. There was nothing a tiny little human could do to resist such an awesome force, so why bother? Going with the flow at the right moments was a vital part of surviving in the part of the world she called home... even so, she'd never taken any joy in doing what she was told, especially when her life was bought with the blood of pain of others. As cold and distant as she looked--and had to be--no part of her ever relished the thought of taking innocent lives. Now, as Mezcal tore through the night sky in search of a victim, she wondered if innocence was even real, if people ever had any control over their own lives. She and her fellow would-be soldiers of Augari's legion had gone their separate ways, only to regroup again. It had been a while since she'd thought about her curse, about whether or not magic was real and hanging over her like a black cloud... she'd begun to assume that curses were self-imposed. Now, though... Out of nowhere, a body flew at them. Mezcal giggled like some sort of perverse hyena. "A present, Krakatoa? Why, you shouldn't have! It isn't even my hatchday! Or is it? I haven't the foggiest notion! Oh well, I'm not one to gripe over free meat!" The bat-like dragoness swung her back limbs forward, catching Toa's airborne prey in her talons. Shaja peered down; a haggard dragon was thrashing beneath her. He--it looked male, in her mind--looked to be of the forest breed, and was suffering from a broken wing. It's leg, too, hung at an odd angle, and Shaja suspected it was broken. Clutched tightly to the beast's chest was his rider. He was small for an adult forest, and while Mezcal was hardly the biggest dragon around, she had a distinct size advantage against him. It wasn't even remotely close to a fair fight. "'Ello!" Mezcal warbled, peering down at the wounded pair with wide, unblinking eyes, "So good of you to pop by for dinner!" The forest dragon lunged at her neck. It was a bad choice. She swiveled her head as he tried for her throat, her sickle-shaped tusks gouging a deep wound behind his chin. He screeched as he bled. The noise was deafening. Shaja buried her head in her hands in a feeble attempt to block out the sound. "Now now, see what you've done? You've upset my rider! Your manners are atrocious. Were you raised in the woods? Ha! Get it? Because you're a forest dragon! Oh, well, you were." Mezcal loosed a raucous laugh at her own joke, pinned back her ears, and let the still-moving dragon drop. When he'd fallen far enough, she inhaled, then exhaled... and the burst of sound she breathed after him hit his skull with enough force to cave part of it in. He stopped moving then. Somehow his rider managed to cling to Mezcal's foot. When the dragon died, the already weary man began to scream. "I said, stop upsetting my rider!" She growled, plucked the wailing man from her foot and tossed him into her mouth. "There," She said, her mouth full, "that's better! He's surprisingly tasty! Best hope we eat well tonight, my dear, or else I might just have to eat you!" Shaja didn't react. She was used to such threats, and while what she'd just seen confirmed Mezcal's new-found love of killing, she knew the dragon would've already murdered her if she truly intended to do so. In spite of their fractured bond, they needed one another... for now. "You let the dragon fall," Shaja said, wondering, "we should get his body. He had some meat on him. It seems a waste to just leave him." Mezcal shrugged. "If you say so!" Then she dropped, pulling her long wings to her body. Fortunately for the pair of them, the dragon's corpse hadn't gone all the way to the ground. His broken form lay sprawled in the branches of a sickly old tree, and in a move even Shaja found elegant, Mezcal swooped down and plucked him from those branches like so much ripe fruit. Behind them, the wind whistled through the strange divots along Mezcal's spine. The sound it made was soft, almost whimsical. She flew them closer to Krakatoa once more, pointing with one long claw at her prize. "Look, Toa! I've got myself a wild berry, I have! Right off the vine!" She giggled. Shaja groaned. |
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| Silverfeather | Jun 29 2014, 12:14 AM Post #9 |
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Samurai Pizza Feather
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Byrn and Ts’akab playing to their strengths with their toys. Ts’akab to Glaive, Byrn to Blair. The middle of the night was not something that Ts’akab liked to be woken up from. Or rather, perhaps it was more early morning. Whatever the cause, he had been almost successful in ignoring the tugging at his mind-- it was foreign, yet faint. But with Toa suddenly making the whole mountainside shake with his eager force, the lightning dragon found himself awake, cracking one jade eye to blink with slight annoyance. Uncoiling himself from his spot, the lightning dragon, yawned, before stepping out of the cave that he had made his lair. It wasn’t hard to find the large bulkhead. “What. On. Earth. Are. You. Yapping. About.” He hissed, perhaps more to himself. Already he could see the Bulkhead preparing himself and it didn’t take long for Ts’akab to realize that he had woken his rider…They were going somewhere. Much like a cat, the lightning tried to curl around back in his lair, but the tugging was so...insistent. What was it, and why would it not go away. He seethed to himself. Already, he wanted to kill whatever it was that was causing it, however the only thing the Lightning dragon could think of that was doing it was his rider…...nobody else had that power, outside of Nidhogg--but he was locked away. He supposed the new dream could maybe do something similar, but he didn’t see it doing that. “For Taint’s sake already.” He threw himself up into the air, lightning flowing breifly through his mane, lighting himself up in the dark sky before disappearing. Unlike Toa, who was endlessly glowly, Ts’akab was not. It didn’t take long for the lightning dragon to land in the courtyard, eyes peeled upwards, watching Toa’s departure. “Good riddance.” he huffed to himself. Tail twitching it didn’t take long for his own rider to show at the door--properly dressed and ready. True, Byrn had been awoken from a sleep--especially once the warmth of his sister was suddenly gone. Twitching, the lightning rider himself had awoken. In a daze, he watched and briefly heard what they were saying, but in his sleep haze, his brain wasn’t functioning correctly. He stared at the space where his sister had been, before he flumped back down on the pillows. Though he couldn’t stay there. Curiosity plagued him. It hadn’t taken long for the lightning rider to be dressed and out of the castle, only getting lost once. Finding the dragon already waiting on him made the rider smirked. “Oh good. I don’t have to go calling for you. That would be exhausting.” Byrn commented, laughing softly at his dragons annoyed look. “If you want to call someone like a dog, you can call that mutt of yours.” Ts’akab sniped, wings flaring as he waited for Byrn to climb up. Byrn blinked and then grinned. “Fine, but you get to carry him.” With a sharp whistle, Byrn made Ts’akab shake his head at how high pitch the whistle was. But it didn’t take long for the stomping of feet and the 8 foot tall Cerberus came barreling into the courtyard. “What in the world are you going to do with him?” Ts’akab hadn’t the clue to what they were getting into, but he didn’t think bringing the dog along would be a best idea. “And leave him alone? No one’s gonna bother this castle, no worries. They’d be dead the moment they walked through that door.” Booby-traps were a wonderful thing. He didn’t want anyone trying to get in-- (Like that kid had way back when….). “I’m not worried about the castle.” “Then what is the damned problem?” Byrn rose an eyebrow as Ts’akab picked up the Cerberus in his hind claws, and with slight difficulty took to the air, powerful wings pushing them up and up. “Do you know where to go?” “I am pretty sure I can find Toa easy.” The child of Lightning snarled back, opting to not tell Byrn of the tugging in his mind. If Byrn wasn’t doing it, or experiencing it himself, then Ts’akab wasn’t going to inform him. In truth, it wasn’t hard to find the place. It was a gathering, and Ts’akab sneered when it before them sat Augari, the toxic queen sat staring over them. It was apparent they were slightly late, as they had come right as a Glass had just finished killing his rider (only they assumed.) Dardanos shook himself, as Byrn dismounted, and rested his hand on the Three headed dogs shoulder. When the Prisoners were released, Ts’akab crackled with electricity and giggled softly. On now. Now this was going to be -fun-. He grinned, Watching Toa and Blair, the pair looked at each other. While Toa’s and Blairs strength was well, their strength, they played better with mental things. Without much of a word between them, The rider and his dog took off, Byrn hopping onto the massive dogs shoulder, and disappeared into the brush. Ts’akab didn’t bother watching them go. Flaring his wings, he shot into the sky with a loud pop from his tail mane releasing pent up energy. Anyone in the vicinity were, at least, temporarily blinded by the flash of lightning, and perhaps had some ringing ears, but the lightning could not find it in himself to care. Disappearing into the clouds, the rows of tables left behind as majority of the gathering dispersed into the chase. With a sneer, the golden maned lightning didn’t waste anytime to find his prey. Eyes narrowing, the water dragon flapped awkwardly in the air, his rider clinging to his neck. A leg hung at an odd angle for the colorful beast, and fresh blood glistened at the lightning. A grin widened, and the lightning shot ahead of the pair, before swooping in front of them. Wings beating to keep him hovering, he grinned at the pair, who almost barely managed to swerve, the waters tail brushing against his leg, letting the static from the lightning travel through his muscles. The Water spasmed, and faltered. But, despite his pain, fear drove him along, pushing him to flee, heading for the tree lines. Ts’akab let him get a head start, before he took off after them. The tree lines didn’t bother him, even when the injured water tried to weave in and out of them, in hopes of confusing the lightning dragon. But now that Ts’akab had his eyes on the pair, there wasn’t much they could do to lose him. “Run. Run as fast as you like, you can’t get away!~” He taunted, Sending a blast their way. The water swerved, letting the blast hit a tree, cracking its great trunk, boughs now pulling the blackened pieces down. Snapping and cracking parts of it fell off. One hit the dragon, knocking the rider off him falling to the ground below. Ts’akab cackled, but didn’t give the water a chance to even think of trying to go back to the rider. “Aw, is the baby going to cry now?” The water attempted a poor attack at the lightning, but Ts’akab deftly dodged, and continued on pushing and harrowing the dragon. Perhaps to others, it looked like his ‘trying was a poor excuse. Though, Ts’akab was pushing him towards someone else. While Ts’akab could kill the dragon, he was feeling lazy. Why should he have to dirty his hands when, surely there was someone more willing to do it for him? And that is exactly what the lightning dragon planned to do. While it would look like to the other dragon that They stole his kill, making him look ‘weak,’ In reality, the lightning would be manipulating them. It made him almost laugh maniacally. If he couldn’t tell them what to do, he could make it seem like his will was their own ideas. And one such dragon had caught his attention, having barreled from the gathering. True, he could have gone to Toa, but Well, Toa and them already worked together. It would do no good, but to the hulking metal of beast? Ah, Ts’akab despised his hatch mate and using him to his advantage would be delicious revenge. Because surely, others would be able to see it for what it was. What Glaive thought of Ts’akab was little of importance to him, as long as he got the job done, Ts’akab would be pleased...secretly perhaps. He would have to act offended for the metal’s sake. Else, the metal may be smart enough to figure it out…..though the lightning slightly doubted that. But never hurt to be careful. It didn’t take long for the pair to burst into the metals line of vision, Ts’akab ‘acting’ as if he was having a hard time catching the water, and the water doing his best to stay clear of the lightning and the now hulking beast of the metal that looked to have just finished a kill himself. Perfect Ts’akab thought as he angrily snapped at the water’s tail, missing (on purpose). Byrn finding the rider and ‘helping’ him along and getting chased by Dardanos...right into the arms of Blair . While Ts’akab took off, Byrn found himself immersed in the large woods. It was nice to just be with the three headed dog, who happily howled and bayed occasionally with the rest of the Cerberus’s that had been released. Occasionally the dog ran with them, but having been a lone for his whole life, the Trio being his pack, DarDanos never ran with them for long. Letting them go on, he chose other paths, following the will of the man he carried. The man he protected and loved. The tree’s loomed around them, and DarDanos stepped carefully through the underbrush, the occasional twigs snapping and and breaking underneath the hefty beast. Byrn didn’t care that they left a trail, nobody was tracking /them/. They were far more interested. Byrn enjoyed the silence the forest brought, enjoyed the occasional screams of terror and pain that drifted to them. But oh, how he wished that he was where Augari was. That /he/ should be the leader, not them. He huffed to himself. Someday, Someday they would gain what they had. Someday. Whether of their own legion or usurping the toxic queen. But, Byrn couldn’t see that happening any time soon. Or perhaps never. He shook his head. One step at a time. He reminded himself. It didn’t take long for byrn to make the large Cerberus stop. Sliding off the large beast, he landed silently on his two feet, and crouching down, he made DarDanos wait. Silently he crept, and then grinned as he noted a man, paused and doubled over. They were several yards away, but Byrn could see him clearly. And No dragon with him, (Finding his own zipping over chasing one, Byrn could only assume that the rider had fallen off…) “Alright boy. Are you ready? You wait here.” He nodded and then messed his hair and started running. By the time he reached the other, he was out of breath. The other didn’t take to his appearance to well, but As Byrn halted, and doubled over himself, he noted a broken arm, and a cut on his head. Probably other broken bones, but he was able to walk. “w-who are y-you.” the man stuttered out, finding a stick to brandish. “W-wait!” Byrn Gasped out. “I. I’m not here to harm you. I was. Was caught like you.” While he didn’t have any visible wounds, Byrn held his arm close, as if it was broken. “M...my dragon is. Gone. I. I don’t know where.” The man, eyed him warily, but Byrn didn’t let his facade drop. “Perhaps..Perhaps we could be safer together. I am. I am sure my dragon will come fetch me. us.” Weezing, he masked a whistle, and Grinned as all the sudden the sound of heavy footfalls crushing leaves and twigs reached their ears. “what..what is that?” “I. I don’t know. We should… run.” “Where?” “This way!” The moment Dardonas appeared into the clearing, the pair took off, Byrn leading the male, having gained some trust. Enough to lead the poor man to his doom. DarDanos, while knowing not to actually attack Byrn, knew that if he caught the other bloodied one, he could have him. But Dardanos put up a run, never actually catching up to the pair as the ran, dodging tree limbs and trunks alike. A few times, the rider fell, and byrn helped him back up, and pulled him along. Byrn bit his lip, wondering how long he could run before his heart caught up to him. Though, finding the massive Bulkhead out of the corner of the eye, he figured, Blair was close. He pulled them along, and DarDanos howled. While Byrn couldn’t call out for his sibling, DarDanos could. And she couldn’t deny that howl. That howl spoke of I”m coming, I’m coming. She would know his howl perfectly even with all the other howling Cerberus’s. It didn’t take long for Them to reach Blair, In the clearing, Toa slightly out of sight for the moment. The pair Skittered to a halt, as They were now surrounded. DarDanos now looming behind them, pacing, waiting for them to run. And Blair in front. “What..What do we do...do now.” He wheezed at byrn. Byrn held up a finger, and motioned for Blair to speak as he was too out of breath to answer. Though know wariness started to creep back into the rider. He took a step back, looking between Byrn and Blair. “We...we’ll get out of this...right?” he asked Byrn…”I..I don’t want to...to..die…” he wheezed out. waiting for him to answer.. for an answer for what is going on. |
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| Gothic Thylacine | Jun 30 2014, 07:18 PM Post #10 |
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Blair and Krakatoa complimenting Mezcal & Shaja, making another kill, and then suddenly Byrn! Krakatoa laughed heartily at the Sonic’s antics. “HA! Good work there Mez! Let’s see who brings back the most interesting kills eh?” He laughed again before rising into the sky like a hellish wraith intent on swallowing the world itself. As he flew on looking at the many warm bodies below him, he had to take a moment to see which were intended targets and which were fellow Tainted maniacs. Luckily it was not too hard as most of the Sekkaians were injured and moving in frantic ways of a desperate prey animal. But Krakatoa was also looking for worthy victims. Ones who could at least provide a little bit of work in killing them. Not that he disliked easy kills, but the Bulkhead had SOME twisted dignity at least. At the same moment he and Blair both focused their attention on a huge female Fire below as she pushed and burned her way through the terrain. The big female was heavily armored and surely the maximum of her breed, oh this may indeed be fun! Blair signaled with a thumbs up and her titan swooped down in an impressive display of power as well as silence. Hot ember talons sank into the wing flesh of the fire who whipped her head around to spew her own fire into the face of the Bulkhead. But Krakatoa closed his eyes and held his head in a way to defend Blair from the flames as he flew up a bit dragging the thrashing Fire with him. But held her only a moment before he hurled her and the rider away. The Fire’s rider went flying off of her dragon and fell before her dragon did. With a swoop and a tilt of his wings, Krakatoa was able to position himself so Blair could dismount without injury as he himself pursued his own target and she could have the rider. Blair had to hop and swing in the tree’s a moment before she was on the ground at last and set to immediately tracking her own prey. She stood still a moment to listen but soon the tortured screams of the Fire rang. Loud as it was, it helped Blair as the Fire rider finally appeared screaming as well trying to get to her dragon. With a smirk Blair leaped in front of her, but the rider was herself armed. The woman whipped out (rather weakly but in a panic) her sword and pointed it at Blair. “STAY BACK!” The woman shrieked. “Where is my dragon? What are you doing to us??” At this Blair just eyed the woman and blinked calmly. To her the woman looked like a bit of a hussy but hell Blair couldn't exactly call her on it. Instead, Blair opened her hands and lifted them above her head as if showing she was holding no weapon at the moment and was not about to attack. She looked as calm as if she was watching a butterfly. Obviously this Fire rider knew Blair was tainted due to her impressive armor. But could she tell she was the Bulkhead’s rider? “Easy, easy, I don’t want trouble…” She said calmly but the other woman, mad with fear, kept her sword pointed at her. Blair looked about and then whistled a few distinct notes. “What are you doing??” The Fire rider demanded. “Trying to stay calm, whistling helps. Also trying to let someone know where I am so they can help me.” Blair replied simply and repeated the short tune, her hands still up and open. “Who are you? Get away and let me get to my dragon!” The woman demanded and tried to stand but obviously her leg was injured. Blair just stood but both women’s eyes looked up as a lovely iridescent teal green phoenix swooped down below the canopy with a stick in its talons. The Fire rider stared wild eyed as the bird flew towards Blair and deposited the stick into one of Blair’s open hands. Blair held the stick but still did not move. At this point, the Fire rider was terrified and confused as hell. Suddenly a frenzied roar from the Fire dragon rang out above the sounds of chaos and the woman who obviously felt she was in danger whipped her head towards the sound and tried to run. “I wouldn't do that if I were you” Blair said still unmoved. “WHY? My dragon-“ The other began but she froze when she saw the stick in Blair’s hand turn into a rather deadly looking long dagger right before her eyes and she could no longer move as she realized the reality. “Because it’s too late” Blair said before she skillfully launched the blade right into the girl’s neck. As the blood poured out and the girl fell, Aiyana landed on Blair’s shoulder and she lovingly stroked the bird’s head. Then the Fire dragon gave out one more tortured scream before the sound of breaking bones and death throws replaced it. Wow, she must have put up one hell of a fight. With a sigh Blair watched as the blade embedded in the dying rider shifted back into a stick. She smiled and patted Mielikki Viha upon her arm under her armor. Suddenly Blair let out a beastly snarl as she heard two humans approaching. She prepared to attack if they set upon her but she found herself frozen and surprised to see her twin appear…followed by a rather terrified looking man whom by the smell she knew was a Sekkaian rider. Her eyes darted from her brother to the stranger and almost immediately she knew what was up. The spark in Byrn’s eyes told it all. He had led this poor bastard to her for slaughter. Her own blazing green and yellow eyes narrowed at her twin for the dirty trick. And she could tell he was breathing hard, he would get a lecture and a spanking later. Her head whipped back to the rider, who could now see the blood all over her face from her feeding. “Forgive me, but the others would not make it quick” At this the man looked utterly confused but was distracted by the sound of DarDanos howling nearby. Blair took this window and flew upon the man and within two seconds, his head limply rolled on his shoulders from the broken neck. Her cleanest kill yet. Blair stood and glared at her brother before storming over to him. “You” She began “You have been pushing yourself. You took a risk parting from your dragon and your Cerberus. AND you used me for your tool!” She scolded. But when she was standing before him she grasped his shoulders looking angry before she pulled him in for a long kiss “I’ve told you about worrying me” She suddenly said softly. She went in for another kiss but the crashing and tress breaking of Krakatoa’s appearance took her attention. The scene was one that would sicken seasoned warriors. Krakatoa had mutilated the heavily armored Fire something awful. He even had a few wounds but nothing that would not heal quickly. And Krakatoa hardly noticed anyway “Ha! That one was feisty, pity it isn't mating season, she would have been a good romp. But such a pity” He laughed and Blair just pet Aiyana who again landed upon her as Krakatoa lowered himself for Blair to drag her kills up to tie it by the last one. When she was done, Krakatoa let her back down. She went back to Byrn and nuzzled him with a purr “Well then, I think we should head back to drop off our load before going out again but what would you prefer dear? Now would be a good time to show the Legion what we got…Also I wanna eat this fresh meat I got” She chuckled before nearly sweeping him off his feet for another kiss before letting him up again with a slap to the rear. “Also, don’t make me do a mercy kill again” She added with a wink. |
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| Kialish | Jul 3 2014, 07:59 PM Post #11 |
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Mallory, soaking in what is happening and unsurely becoming part of the festivities. OPEN TO INTERACTION It had been weeks now she had been with the razor monster. Or was it longer? Who knew; She had long since lost track of time since she had met the tainted dragon in the murky swamp on the Sekkaian land... The memory made her feel weak inside when it came to her, but she was learning to thrust the memories that hurt her away, to focus on the now. And now, she was among the large throng of tainted dragons and riders, clutching her still young Cerberi pup in her arms. Around these dragons she felt diminutive and powerless more than ever. Her entire quest, her hope for her orphanage home, it was smashed to pieces now, not but shards around her feet which caused her to dance so carefully. Part of her mind was in a dark and clouded place, wandering through sticky places worse than the swamp, and contemplating death as an option. But as Abasi licked her forearm with his middle head, she blinked and was brought back. Not that where she was physically was much better than mentally. Large eyes gazed up at the behemoths around her, their clattering and cackling streaming through one ear and out the other. Viscer had taken her with him, and deposited her on the island, the Desolation. He must have trusted her to not find a way off the island. She would think he didn't care at all, but he had come to her side several times, occasionally with a carcass of indiscernible flesh for food. He must have cared at least a little, but then again there was the chance of a dragon hatching on the black sands of the Desolation... And a dragon could not bond without a human after all. Abasi whined, wriggling in her grip and pining to be put down. She lowered him, grabbing tight to the crude harness of scrap leather and vine and allowing him to surge forward to nearer the front. A dragon screeched for attention, declaring the arrival of the Queen. Brown eyes glittered curiously. She had wanted to see the tainted queen since the first night she had been taken, but no chance had arisen until now. The small girl was able to meander through the crowd, earning only a scowl here, or a threatening puff of smoke there. Her eyes widened as Augari took to the front, oily black scales and pulsating orange tubes enrapturing Mallory's very soul. Her movement, her words, all of them were fascinating. Domineering, comanding. A queen indeed. Clutching to her shirt, Mallory resisted walking straight up to her, throat tight as she watched. Every word spoken was clung to by the child, including the hunt. A hunt. How would she participate? For a moment, eyes fell to the mud, and to the smooth, short haired cerebi at her side. There was no way Abasi could hunt, too young to catch even rodents on his own... And she was a meager example of a human being, no comparison to the tainted men and women who were ruthless killers... As the cages opened and their captives erupted into the skies with missing limbs and tattered wings, the idea of participation hung even farther from reach. She had no dragon to fly upon... For a moment, Mallory was snapped back to reality once more, the rustle of thousands of eager dragons ripping across the lake grounds like lightning. The large dragon bellowed a hold, halting them from taking off after their prey and directing their attention to the final two cages. The child watched with expectant eyes, a bloody and tattered glass dragon stepping out of one, and a human out of the other, injured. Lids dropped slightly, a glaze settling over her eyes as Augari gave the command. The glass dragons cries of anguish and apologies were like nails on chalkboard, searing into Mallory's ears as she watched. Layers of flesh were stripped off the human, but his screams hardly affected her, not like the agony of the glass. Blood coated the dragons claws and pooled around him and the human being stripped piece by piece, red filling Mallory's vision. She felt dizzy, stumbling on her own two feet slightly but catching herself as the tainteds erupted in the queens triumphant show of power. In a single command she could destroy. Mallory admired her. She longed to be at her side. Perhaps than she too could be more powerful. Perhaps than she too could take a stand against the wrongs that had happened to her. Then she wouldn't be weak... Dragons were suddenly airborn, Mallory falling to her arse in the shock of it all and watching as those with wings scooped the sky beneath them and went after the prey who had had a head start. Massive cerberi were unleashed, providing prey for those bound to the ground. The dark skinned child pursed her lips, debating her options. Suddenly she hungered to participate, to show that she was capable. She was small, but even three headed dogs could be hunted with as simple a weapon as a blade. Abasi barked after the cerberi, three heads surging forward and pulling Mallory to her feet. Her Cerberi was too young, and the idea of loosing him was not an idea she wanted to tempt... She hardly trusted the tainted, even though the majority had went towards the hunt, but with no choices left, she tied the dog to one of the banquet tables, sure that the leash was tight before unsheathing the makeshift blade she had. It was one of Viscers scales, linen and leather tied around the base as a simple handle. He had given it to her when she had asked for a better blade than she had had. With hopes of not dying, she sprinted off towards the forest, hoping that the tainted with the head starts had not taken all the kills. |
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| Zinc | Jul 6 2014, 02:31 PM Post #12 |
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Osteoclast with Carter in tow, to Augari As they had in the times past, the Taints proved that they could quite clearly throw a riotous party. Albeit, it seemed less of a raucous hell-raising event and more of a catering to the slobbering drunks of the Legion. The Bone was hardly impressed with the staggering, in-fighting mass that was scrabbling about, crunching barrels between jaws and throwing others to the ground and ripping them apart for the slightest nay-say. True enough, not long before, they had all been held enraptured at the words of their enchanting Queen, but that had all devolved in the face of the chase that she had unleashed, many forgetting the strange happenings that had come mere minutes before in the heat of the blood-lust. Though Osteoclast had itched to tear one of the Sekkain scum to shreds, having eyeballed a bedraggled Air as she had fled with heavy panicked breaths into the night, he had restrained himself to remain on the sidelines. Carter was still and silent on his back, as she had been apt to be at these occasions. He’d noticed over their time together, that her eyes were less wide in horror, and more shuttered, dull, as if accepting all that was happening with a little less awareness. He could feel the distance between themselves as he walked, knowing that she had somehow, in the midst of these horrific events, to detach herself to a more clinical observation level to spare herself the trauma. Hm…she certainly was an interesting little thing, and it almost made him glad to keep her. That and that intriguing patchwork cloak she had acquired in their temple escapade had designs that would only suit a human…and it was highly useful to have a rider who could turn invisible at a moment’s notice. He watched, crouched on an outcropping above the black waters as Viscer approached Augari, lording over the dead human and the vacant-eyed, broken Glass that remained beside her like a puppet with cut strings, unable to move, unable to function. He would never voice it, but the Sheathes that Augari had chosen were intimidating to him in certain ways…as was her chosen consort. They were older, wiser, and skilled in their killing. All had seen the war that he had been born to miss, stuck on the isle of Desolation under the care of their half-mad tutors. It was a wonder they even got a new batch of Taintlings every year. He watched as Viscer went off to find libations, leaving the Queen of the Legion to her grisly feast. Osteoclast’s carmine gaze sought the vaporous form of Drest, unmoving on the throne where Augari had left him. He wasn’t intent on moving any closer to the male and his frightening visage, but he was a bit too curious for his own good. Even enough to ignore that old adage. He slipped down from his perch, weaving his way through the throng and drunken masses, hissing at those who got too close, and even dealing a blow of his own that sent a drunken Water reeling away, before it turned on a nearby Forest, believing him the original source of his misery and ringing head. The Bone laughed as he ascended the stone steps to stand before the feasting Toxic. “My Queen,” he slipped into a deep bow, his secondary wings tucking as his primary pair flared slightly out, unveiling their anatomical designs and markings. “It is a joy to see you well, as always.” His gaze traveled her form briefly, before it came to rest on the body at her feet, from their his eyes flicked to the Glass. “The power of the Legion grows, I see.” He leveled his gaze back on the Toxic. Upon his back, Carter could only stare in growing horror, her fine veneer of distanced calm cracking at the sign of the gored human, half eaten with his entrails mostly missing. “What an interesting notion to consider…” he murmured, “If it is indeed as it seems…?” he cocked his head coyly, ragged ears perking. |
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| Chirpadee | Jul 6 2014, 09:49 PM Post #13 |
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Pan and Glaive dealing with the delivered water Panahasi tried to shift the stinking skin his dragon had presented him , but the metal had fused with his flesh. It would be painful to remove it later. For now it was affixed and he wore the glittering, feathered skin like a king. His dark eyes turned to the skies as a commotion began not far from them. The blood rushed in his veins even though his face remained composed. “Another in the sky.” He said with the same ethereal calm he near always deployed. The metal lifted his attention to watch the progression of the awkward water. His eyes trailed to observe what had it so spooked it when he caught sight of one of the most worthless lumps of dragon hide he had ever encountered. Molten gaze followed the pair as they drew closer and he forgot his old kill in favor of taking this one. Clearly the lightning was failing, yet again, to do something worthwhile. The metal was honestly surprised the idiot hadn’t keeled over dead months ago. Still this was another chance to rub his own superiority in the scrawny wyrm’s face. Panahasi hunkered down in the saddle feeling suddenly very exposed in his flashy new wardrobe. He could see the rouse for what it was, but that would not stop his dragon, and he was not about to be the messenger of the news. He did not want Glaive turning on his clutchmate and starting an actual fight while he was here. It was better to play along and let his bonded partner do as he willed. The ex-slave knew that many times it was better to hold your tongue because those in power did take well to being told they were wrong. Glaive plowed through the space trees, saplings snapped under his massive claws like twigs and a hard enough shouldering knocked some of the older trees askew. His great bladed head lowered like a ram as he gathered speed. The porcelain boy upon his back hunkered low and closed his eyes to keep bits of twig and leaves from hitting them while they charged. Nothing was safe in the path of the metal monstrosity on which he perched. The rolling gate had him glad of the special saddle on which he sat for it prevented him from falling into the barbed wire behind or the blade before him. The poor water was too focused on fleeing from its pursuer to focus on the horrible grinding sounds from below. It came too low into the open space and moved too slowly with its damaged limbs. Glaive saw the opportunity present itself and he did not slow to consider it. The metal launched himself skywards and his wings beat the air heavily, propelling him upwards towards the side of the injured dragon. With his near gallop he went upwards at an alarmingly rate. The result was not what pan expected. The dragon did not open his mouth, did not move to attack. He simply rammed the massive blade into the belly of the poor bastard. Blood shot from the wound and sprayed him across the face and torso. The water gave a screech of horror and pain as it was ripped open like a piñata and blood poured from the gaping wound. Both went down in a rain of blood and the poor water thrashed in the throes of its quickly coming death. Glaive spat a wad of metal over the waters face to silence its screaming. The beast still flailed, clawing wildly at the obstruction to its airways. Its wings beat uselessly against the ground and the Metal’s sides. The throaty chuckle that rolled from the mouth of the metal at the suffering of the other dragon turned Panahasi’s gut. He watched the poor dying creature struggle to breath as it bled out horrifically. The metal bastard had other plans. Flame bright eyes turned in his plated mask and he swung his head around to fixate on the lightning. “I see you even fail at hunting weakened Sekkians. So tell me little scab. What use are you?” He peeled back his lips in a smile that was all malice and no humor. “Run home to your human. I am sure he is missing you.” His eyes turned back to the writhing water at his feet. It’s thrashing had grown substantially less. Each time it flailed helplessly, more blood oozed from the gash and it grew weaker. “Enough of this.” He growled as it began to still. With a great grinding of metal, he turned and swung his tail blade like an axe. A sharp thwack and the head rolled off in one clean cut. Glaive could feel the disgust radiating through the bond and he smiled to himself. His eyes turned to the lightning above once more and he kicked the head away. “There is a scrap of dragon to show that you were bested by your betters.” The thick metal glob still covered the dead beast’s snout marking it’s death as the work of a metal, not the lightning in question. The metal snapped his jaws around the lengthy water’s remaining neck and drug it back towards his other kill, ignoring his clutchmate as he took away his prize. Two corpses would be viewed as a true achievement indeed. Self satisfied he reached his first kill and dropped his second long enough to heave the air over his back, leaving the skinned side facing his rider who still wore its feathers, and he clutched the water in his jaws. The return to camp was slower than his exit, but he was self satisfied in his actions and prowess. Pan remained quiet, his pale skin and clothing bathed in a mist of blood, his back soaked from the still warm skin. This had not been a pleasant day for him. |
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