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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 16 2009, 10:55 PM (1,152 Views) | |
| Vaelyis | Jan 28 2009, 03:58 AM Post #51 |
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(Marcus: What kind, then?) Mutainy's body began to change right then. Her scales dulled to a deep purple, symbols inking to her body. A scar grew over her left eye, sealing to a light blue. Hey eyes radiated, mists forming out of her eyes, the color, pupil, iris and all changing to a light turqoise-blue. There was no pupil, nigh an iris. Her eyes swarmed with vengence and vigilance, performing the righteous ways of what only she came well known to and forged with. Befriending the bond she had with her Evian Rider, Marcus, she began to inquire more and more needs over the limitsof what she had accounted for. More than what Mutainy herself had resigned to. This wasn't no ordinary bond. Not ordinary bond of will, strenght, molivolence, pride, structure, hopes, security, and wisdom. This went beyond. The restraints that held onto her were missing... gone. Vnished. Mutainy threw her head back, standing on her two hind limbs as a set of front limbs pierced out from her side, growing from both the left and right flanks of her body. Claws scathed with marks from battles, growing to their full destructive power and the damage that could be done. Spikes pierced through her back, growing to lengths of nearly 15 feet, declining as they went down the rim of her spine. The rack of spikes at the end of her tail became a destructive weapon, damage done in one swipe and hammer. The spikes pierced from her skin, making a crackling sound as they poked and thrust through the muscle and strong hide membrane. 3 rows of spikes down the back to the tail. Horns grew out of her scull, growing tonearly 8 feet in length, 3 more horns developing and growing on the other side, counter acting with the ones on her right flank of her head. The crown o her head dicipated as the horns took over, making the crown break away, deteriorating. The horns were racked and made of strong bone from the Selvern from inside her body. The bone was black, matching the dark shades of color on her body, igniting symbols at the base and down the bottom rim of the two large main horns, opposites of eachother. Smaller horns grew above the eyes and more on the forehead, reaching to higher lengths, intwining with the ones on her back. The hide scales began to harvest a bonial structure over the hide, the bones being a black-tan-gray tinted color. Serving the depths of the bonial structure, carvings and engravements of claw marks and cracks envoloped on the bones. Showing deteioration and the age of the bone. Mutainy wasn't normal or docile. She was more over those limits now. What she has become was forbidden of her nature. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 3 2009, 02:29 PM Post #52 |
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(James: I think you cn figure that out...) James smiled and Seth lay down. Mychel shook his head with laughter," I swear..." |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 3 2009, 09:50 PM Post #53 |
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(Marcus: If I understood it well enough.) I have taken the impossible and turned it into the inevitable. Leaking such ordeals to those who see only black and white. Giving pain to those who seek it. I give what I desire, only to do the damage done, not to be restored in the end. Synile spoke with a deep and shallow voice. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 3 2009, 10:25 PM Post #54 |
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(James: eh... Yeah... enver mind.... ) Seth smiled and laughed with laughter that resounded in the clearing. (lol... I find mutinay's words amusing.. or Synile as you called her lol...) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 4 2009, 06:22 PM Post #55 |
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(Marcus: [Shrugged and smiled] At least I can feel is al of mt concern is.) Marcus felt the amused. The sudden tamper of being accumulated with the feeling of achknowledgment and desire. Words being true, her voice the seem as if they aren't inevitable. I make blind men see, the depth able to hear the sounds of clearity with the tones of melody. I give you the ability to desire and innovate what you wish only to have the willing tamper to give the impossible the true meaning of temperance. Tolerating only those you can pick. Marcus, my dear, only you have the power to stand in color in a black and white picture. Only you, do you have the knowledge to prove that even the depth can hear the faint melody of the strings or keys of an intrument. (Yeah, it's Synile. A developement I have been wanting to happen and don't worry, Mutainy is not out of the picture. And thanks, I do to. I forgot what it's called on what she was doing, but it's a word in litterature. But, that's they way she speaks really. Sounds... majestic in a way and controlling.) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 8 2009, 10:31 AM Post #56 |
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(James: that is good.. er.. I think.Looks uneasy) James shook his head,"i have some strange friends." "James!"Janette scollded. James smiled and She hit him in the amr. "Was that supposed to hurt?"James asked. "Tecinacally, yes!"Janette teased. "Well then, ow." James laughed. Mychel smiled and leaned against ArchAngyl as she lay down. (No, its just the part where she says Leaking such ordeals to those who see only black and white. Reminds me of James lol, he's color blind.... both of them lmao!!) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 8 2009, 08:43 PM Post #57 |
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(Marcus: It is. I can feel, just can't see!) I give you the perception of sight, my dear. I show you color, shapes and images, your enemies and family, myself, and how this world shows its beauty. Synile spoke as her eyes changed to a clear white. Once removed can always be restored! (Yeah, about that... Marcus is blind. Don't ask how, I will tell later! And thanks then, I think that's what she was referring to. If not, it was something to do with when I was drawing something black on white paper.) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 9 2009, 08:03 PM Post #58 |
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(James: hopefully it's not the blade of a sword in you that you feel.) Seth smioeld and curled around James and Janette. (Hm.. I read it lol.) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 11 2009, 05:38 PM Post #59 |
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(Marcus: What? I feel not a thing.) You feel as I, take upon me, desire luster of what you profound; you flask with variety, spokes of murder and sins. What hell do we care for? Neither. Synile added. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 13 2009, 07:03 PM Post #60 |
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James:Not even liebe? *laughs*) Seth feell asleep, unwillingly. Jame smiled,"How's fenri?" (oh..poor fenir, im workin on him his past is so sad. Fenri his left leg.. Is all emtal. There's no bone or anything its mechanical. Alot of his body is metal becausew of an accident. that and he's blind.) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 13 2009, 09:30 PM Post #61 |
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(Marcus: If I never felt liebe, I would never hug you!) As only Marcus knew, he had to give up many to be with a Syneath. To be a Seethen. His eyes hold the true pain. Carrying on the color of the turquoise-blue, the color shows not of the pain, but the sight they contain. What he had to give up in order to live. In order to pertain the living and seek the pure. To be with Synile, hehad to loose his vision. Unable to see, unable to see color, shapes, people, even his own brother, dragon, and family. He had given it up just to be with the one creature that gave him the pure meaning to be resentless and free; to be one with a creature... a pure bond. Marcus us unable to see through his own eyes, but Synile gave him the ability to see as thorugh her eyes. Synile gave him sight. She gave him his hopes back. The ability to use this sight as a gift, not an advantage; to abuse it for his own will and desires. His heart was given up, whivh only meant a light being there... no organ of life. The one light projected it all. I gave you what you need. Abuse it, you loose it. Synile spoke in a soft tone. I give you this only to live again, and not be a walking dead. Life presumes you as you resume to live again. Being blind does not make you weak, but stronger in other ways you can achknowledge. "I may be blind, but I can see through eyes that show more than normal," Marcus spoke. (Like Rave. She is a Biochanical dragon, and an Aryan, but she was brutally gashedm ripped apart and beaten that Scott had to do in his own will to keeo her alive and used metal to peace her together... on his own. Rave isn't blind, but flesh covers over the metal until it burns away at her own will.) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 13 2009, 10:32 PM Post #62 |
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(James: Aww.. Thats sweet.... I think.) Janette looked down,"I.. I'm not sure.." (Yeah..sorta, only he's a ValkVidar based dragon and had been ripped to ribbons in the pits on Gille... ) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 14 2009, 12:56 PM Post #63 |
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(Marcus: Not sweet, but nice.) Then take this upon you as you should not fear it, Synile spoke. (Haha, I know!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 14 2009, 01:40 PM Post #64 |
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(James: your not meant to be nice!) James spoke,"Wher eis he?" (Lol.. I'm workin on his picture(on paper and pencil) is fun lol.. irecently did a horse and tweo wolves.. the wolves were hard..) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 14 2009, 05:16 PM Post #65 |
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(Marcus: No one is.) Synile's bones began to crack as an expansion began. Turquoise-blue mists adiated from the pits of her ribs, joints, hollows, bones and mostly... her mouth. They radiated like heat, ascending off her bones like an aurora, an aurora of self preservation and decimation. Synocide dripped from her jaws as she glided through the air above and below enemies. This was just the mere beginning. A rude awakening... Marcus felt the complete budge of an evil piercing through his dragon. Something more dominant than his dragon could ever propser and command. More prolominant than he could evaluate and assume. Her bones darkened, tinting to a cease of the darkness of the black, the blue specks radiating more like fire from her bones. The horns racking her head stayed the same as for they need no change. No change in anything. Marcus hasn't retained his place by a bond from any dragon nor just a dragon. This bond between him and her was meant for only a purpose. To purpose this bond it meant more than just resigning to a demon to be something other than what is taken place. He was a Seethen, not a demon. Not an oridinary creature on planets just to make a bond. His bond was a specialty. This bond meant for a seal. A seal for someting anew. But what? To not be such a prude, you need to get off, Synile hissed. Marcus was confused and looking down he knew they were nearly 25,000 feet in the sky. "Have you gone mad?" Marcus snarled. "We're nearly 25,000 feet in the sky. if I jump, I'd surely die." Now what kind of monsterous idea is that? You cannot die for only a saken one like you or I can kill you. Learn and listen and you'll get to the mind that only of your or my breed can decimate us, Synile hissed. "That's not the point here, Synile." Damn well it is you damned child. Now get off. NOW! she roared. Now act upon reason. "What do you mean?" Synile hissed as her bones began to glow wildly, more transluscent. It felt like he was riding an invisible dragon, but she was the one who was acting upon reason. "Synile, what is happening to you?" Let me show you what you're supposed to do. How you're supposed to act upon reason! Mind flourishing, Marcus held his head a s bright light flashed into his mind, but it was a mere black image with a sword. 'Synile, what is this supposed to mean?' Look and listen, and you'll see... Marcus pried his eyes open, seeing a faint image in front of him. A mere illusion in his mind being projected by his dragon. Follow your instincts... her voice rang through the hallowed room. Marcus began to look around until a rift of air brushed past him. Looking down he saw the clouds and air move past him... he was falling! Hearing the wing beats of his dragon she flew above him, not making a move to save his life. 'You're a cheater!' Marcus snarled in holler at her. Synile made no retort nor response after she flew past him, twisting her body until she was right under him, back facing the ground, belly facing him. I prefer to be called an escape artist and I had no need to have a conflict against what I have done. It was the only way to make you understand my words. Embark them as you do your life and family. "I do not embark but ensure them, and I don't wish to remember. Nothing of it all. Everything to be vanished from my mind." Not remembering them could cause a fate even you cannot achknowledge. Marcus hissed as he payed no attention, rolling his eyes. Fine, if you wish to play that game, then so be it. I will play the game, but under my terms. And I know you will not like them. Raising her head, her body twisted, thrustin gher wings at her side as she flipped, soaring down, diving. She was long gone out of his sight, but... his sight began to vanish. She was right, he wasn't going to like this game. Now, land on your own without sight! Marcus hissed as his sight was black, all black. Snarling, he pulled out his sword. Instead of depending on your sight to survive, use something else to live. Regain again as you thousands of years ago, Markus. (You'll see why his name, on how she said it, is spelt that way.) Marcus didn't know on how the name, Marcus, was spelt in her terms, but he knew something was up in her mind. Spelling it "Markus." The blade grated against the sheath as he pulled the sword out by using the hilt of the sword. Instead of using his sight, he used something more than that. The sense of touch and sound. He could hear himself gaining speeds, the sounds of the ground becoming close. He could hear theelevations cramping as he dove nearer to the dirt. Weilding the sword out in front of him, Marcus placed the hilt near his waist inbetween his hips in front of the stomach or gut. Raising the blade, he felt the ground just a few feet below him. As he rose the sword, he threw it into the ground. The sword was thrown forward as the blade hammered into the ground with a loud explosion, the ground lifting and rising above land, bein pushed back, the land dicipating and retaliating back, fire buring through the blade creating streams of fire through the ground as it began to crack. The cracked ground began to form streams of fire similar to small riverbeds but filled but incinerating heat and fire. The barrier filled with light resembling much like the northern lights, exploding firther into the air, ascending, pushing out, expanding as it threw debris and chunks of dirt into the air and out forward. Marcus came hammering down from the sky as he landed on both his feet creating a large crater in the ground with debris flying into the air. Walking ot his sword while still being blind, he clasped the hilt and pulled it out of the ground with the blade grading against the dirt. He held it by his side as he saw nothing, but his four other senses were advancd and more sharp than they ever were. "I don't need to see to be alive. I don't need sight to be normal. I don't need sight to show that I am alive." Marcus' voice was shallow and cold as for his thoughts ran with the words of the contempts of not to care or diswoning those who never did or never thought of so. Family, friends, loved ones, dragons, and all. But, besides one. The one dragon that showed him this all. "I'm dead," he smiled as his arm began to turn to bone, but it was only the mere right arm that was. Why was so? Synile came hurling from the sky, hammering into the ground with all her weight and force being dragged with. Raising her head she looked down at her rider and dipped her head. Now you know how to use them once again, Markus. Her joints in their sockets piveted as her legs came to a bend. Lowering her head, she came to a bow, paw lifting under her chest, head low to the ground. Raising her head, her mouth extended to a loud, entrenching, genocidal screech, drifting to a roar the broke through the sound barrier even more than the last. If you do not respond to your mantle well, then it is I who will take an end to you. Hammering her tail to the ground, it began to dicipate. Cracking, the ground shook with acticity like an earthqwake. The ground cracked, breaking like ice and the ironic part to it all... the ground began to form into ice. We shall not fail! It is Iwho will seek the death and fear upon those who do not show it. I am fear myself. Death awakes in my blood and structure. I am an immortal sin. I am sin and a new uprising. A new upheaval. Nigh I nor you will be destroyed and defeated this time. Markus, my Seethen, you and I will never be the same throughout our lives. We-are-the Vestins. We... we are the Valdarians of this sacred place. Seethen and Syneath make a bond to form the Syneathen Viderian. A immoral bond in sequence to portrude a new awaking. A rude awakening. As the ground cracked, horns and wings of those of the Crypt, Undead, and Plague began to come a born. Dragons of all sizes and colors tore through the ice like it was only a mere sheet of paper. An army being formed under the command of both the Seethen and Syneath breed. A new breed. A new upheaval of death and desperation. War is at its wake... and the beginer is already at her wake. We are the leaders of the damned. The leaders of the undead and death itself. We control the wake of a new prosper. My child, you're just the beginning of this new wake.... her voice echoed like the voices in a small, chambered room or the corridors of a hallway. Marcus, your the Seethen King. A name does not need to be needed, but to form a righteous man. Raising her body and head, as the others did, all expanded their jaws as roars came elusing out of their maws, mists brewing out from their jaws as the roar carried for miles, the soounf breaking past th esound barrier more than the numbers could count. Immortality has only just begun... Hammering her tail once more against the ground, Synile looked upon her rider. Marcus was not just a placement of a mere bond... he was only just a being with a moral. Now, what was it I herd from you. A sentence saying you not wanting to remember? Synile spoke to her rider. Then, it shall be. I will clear your mind of everything and everyone... family and all. But I shall rest! Snapping her wings out from her flanks, a crack of the membrane whipped a they unfurled from her sides. A light glowed that was embedded in her chest as a shine of liht brighter than suns combined with a sonic explosion in the area, Marcus' mind began to clear of all memories. Everything was now... gone. Even those held dear. (I as drawing my friend her Anti V-Day card. It has me as a dragon and her as a dragon hugging wih fire buring in the back!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 14 2009, 05:28 PM Post #66 |
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(James: as you said, except mom.) And thats what broke him... Him and seth. as the feeling of whatw as eft of a conection decapitataed.. He looked up. Seth backed up, snarling james' eyes mirrored hers. James backed up, becoming the monster inside him. He wasn't the same james anymore. He no longher held the promise to amrcus to always be there. why should he? He looked at Seth,I am forever and eternally damned... His two tone voice sounded strange, I want out of this body. Seth raised her ehad,Are you sure? "I have no longer the use of it? All that I hold dear has fallen away from me. I failed. Now to begin complete anew. As you said, I am reborn, so now we shall finish, and we shall remeber to forget and forget to remeber. This body is useless to me. I want out. I want anew. Seth, my ValkVidar, I asked you beforte, taker me out of this world. Yopu didn't. You gave me a new world. And now it has changed more, now I have no brother. Now I have no reason to live. Give me a reason to live. (lol. I dont like drawing 'Theme Drawings'. They drive me nuts.) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 14 2009, 05:34 PM Post #67 |
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(Marcus: Forget what I said. Not everything is true!) Now, your eluded from everyone and everything. Everything you held close and dear is now torn. Brother? That depends. I don't even know if you remember him. Synile spoke. Do you? "I don't remember no oe but you, Synile. I can only remember events of my past and thousands of years ago. I can only have the fact that I do, but I am not sure. I cannot remember no one. Even if I try or they do; I just can't." Marcus spoke. That is what you wanted, no serious action taken. I can give it back all upon you reasoning with me, but, that''ll take more that just regret and sorrow. (I do as what I can.) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 14 2009, 05:50 PM Post #68 |
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(James: *laughs hysterically* OH jesus christ... ) Seth looked at him and wlaked forward, To begin anew one is to forget all. Forget to remeber, remeber to forget. I will give you what you wish, but in return you must answer this, What will you leave behind? there is no point of leaving something you do not know of behind. You must KNOW what to leave to leave it. You will levae behind a brother, a mother, a father, a loving family. But what else? Tell me what you want forgotten. James spoke,"all of it but you and Vyrdaria. And my mother... I want that to say. But the memories of my foster years, everything else gone. No more of this Dragon-city. None of this draconium. In want the rest to go." Even your brother? "If it is to be forgotten, it is your choice of that.." I wnat you to choose. James looked down at his hands, the white veins showing and then up,"Can you make it so it is their but I cannot find it?" I can do that and much more. "Then do so. I want him there.... But buried so far deep that I don't know he's even there. i know it sounds like betrayel, but he did it first. I'm only doing the half of the opposite."James said. Seth nodded,Wise deseion. (I just like making ref. sheets the most and epic battles(which is hard these days cuz i cant focus properly) ) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 15 2009, 12:18 AM Post #69 |
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(Marcus: I wasn't being funny...) Marcus hissed, looking up at the friend he only came known. Your memories of everyone in your past and futrue, aside from I, are all gone. Your brother was erased, mother, father, sisters, and all. Home and Corderon are all there. They must be there. Synile explained. Now, if you are to regain it all back, that is your choice, but you do realize that if you and James ever encounter eachother it won't be the same no more. Neither one of you would remember and neigh one will recongize eachother, unless one did not forget the other too far. Being brokendown is not a good way to solve things, but wise enough to help keep you living. Raising he rbody, Synile rose to all fours as her body stood abroad. It is your choice, not mine. It was wise of you to forget it all, but unwise to take away what is left keeping you living. I am surpised you have not cimmitted suicide yet from these acts of stupidity. But yet, the choice is not mine... but yours. As it is done, my child, it is only up to you to choose whether you want to remember it all or not. That decison I cannot abide for you. You must do it yourself alone and without my help. If you are to do it on your own, I shall not be with you. This is your stake now. Marcus glared at her as her words felt like betrayal to him, stinging his heart, seeming this was all false to him, but the one thing that clicked in his mind to ask her was, "Who is James?" Lowering her head close to him, heat radiating from her nostrils, her voice was shallow and cold. He was your brother. Marcus rolled his eyes and turned his back to her, walking away from her and the problem. Walking away from your problems is not a soultion. Walking away only makes the ordeal worse than what it can be. A King like you should already know that, or do you not? Your not fit to be king of Corderon is you handle your problems this way as you do with the impulse of anger. The Impulse is stronger than the Rage, but isn't endurd enough to pity the enemy. Learn, Marcus, or death is just in the back. Becoming agitated and furious, Marcus didn't want to blow up on her nigh did he want to loose control. Raising his shoulders a a sign, Synile hissed and didn't oush further. Not cause he may be stronger, but the cause of her loosing him. All in all, Synile is more power than he could ever be and she gave him his strength now. Then elude me now if you do not want to persue this ordeal. Elude me so that this fraction of minority doesn't get the hold of you in its hands. Synile hissed. Marcus stood there, motionless and speechless. He never made one sound nor move, not one spoken word from his mouth after that. What did I do? Tear your voice away? Marcus hissed, clenching his fists, trying to shake the anger away, but, this wasn't working... not even for him. But, when ever did it work? (I can do both. What gets me is the wing placement. Verdammen wings!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 15 2009, 10:36 AM Post #70 |
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(James:..Shit...) Seth looked at him and wlaked forward, To begin anew one is to forget all. Forget to remeber, remeber to forget. I will give you what you wish, but in return you must answer this, What will you leave behind? there is no point of leaving something you do not know of behind. You must KNOW what to leave to leave it. You will levae behind a brother, a mother, a father, a loving family. But what else? Tell me what you want forgotten. James spoke,"all of it but you and Vyrdaria. And my mother... I want that to say. But the memories of my foster years, everything else gone. No more of this Dragon-city. None of this draconium. In want the rest to go." Even your brother? "If it is to be forgotten, it is your choice of that.." I wnat you to choose. James looked down at his hands, the white veins showing and then up,"Can you make it so it is their but I cannot find it?" I can do that and much more. "Then do so. I want him there.... But buried so far deep that I don't know he's even there. i know it sounds like betrayel, but he did it first. I'm only doing the half of the opposite."James said. Seth nodded,Wise deseion. James loked down. Seth said,There is another? "No.. She is better off not rembering of me as I am of her... I would only harm her.." Seth nodded,You always have an act of trying to help others you love.. even if it means destroying yourself... We need to get rid of that.. "It wont matter.. Seth.. Erase what I have." James said looking up. Seth growled and stood. She rose to her full height. Standing on her back legs, her wings outstreactched fully. a large symbol faded onto the middle of her wing in bright white. Each bone and metal armor piece glowed a bright white light. The metal armor began to grow, shifting and changing.. Till it made flesh and bone over Seth's body. Seth closed her eyes and when she opened them they were white. Her claws usheatehd and the spikes gleamed white. Markings spiraled down from the larger one on her wings. Symbols faded onto her body and she spoke, James Ryan Jericho Lector is no longer your name. All you shall remeber is what was of our kind, that you once had a mother. And all that buried beneath.. Will stay in a withhold abyss of our minds as we tie together in a universe of death and war. Any conections you withhold are weaked except for that of mine. All others are hidden in the abyss.. You are now.. James Ryan McCosh. A large symbol appeared on the ground around Seth and James. It glowed white, then acid green. Then it went red.. then black. James waited, waititng for the black out. And it came. He fell to the ground, Seth landed on her hind legs. She nuzzled him,My poor dear one. I wish to have never have to commit that again.. For to lose ones memorie is a far greater punishement then you have ever, and now do not, deserve. Forgive me, but I know I wont be for you will not rember any.. She curled around him, waiting for him to awaken.. To be rebron anew. James stirred. Seth uncurled from him and he stood, looking around,"Where am I?" You are safe, now.. What is yuour name?Seth asked. "I am.. James Ryan McCosh."James answered. Seth nodded,And who am I? "You.. You are Seth.. Sethla Meesha."James replied, his eyes were black, fading to red till they met the iris, where his iris was deep red. Seth smiled,Good. James, you have made your choice, I will not take back what I have done. You are bonded with me as a ValkVireen, Together we are invincible. It is time you leanr anew, finding new friends and new people. It is your descion to do this though. You can pursue your past, or you can pursue your future and find what there is to be withhold. There is a silver lining now. You have a reason to live. James.. WE ARE RIVAL! She ropared the last into the open air. James smiled.. Seth knelt donw and he vaulted onto her back. Seth snarled, he couldn't remeber. Couldn't remeber that he had once had a loving family. That he had a brother he had made a promise to. He didn't remeber any of those he'd met. Not alexis, sabastion.. Darrk Hyrt.. Nothing. He was born anew.. Complete and whole. Seth would never had erased Razen.. But only her name and life, did she erase. James knew he had a mother, but did not know if she be alive or dead. If she be what she was. Seth hated doing that to him. But she ahd not a choice. James.. You do realize.. If you see your brother.. Marcus.. You will not recognize him?Seth finally said as her wing bone roated in the sockets so she was flying evenly on the updraft. "Marcus?"James asked. Never mind... Seth answered. She wasn't going to try just yet. But james pursued,"Who is Marcus?" Seth hissed, Not now is a time of talk! James, it's a long and hard to tell story! "We have time."James answerred, eyes narrowed. Not now. I don't know how to explain it to you.. Seth replied. "Alright."James responded,"I will give you time..." Seth nodded,Hmm... I wonder.. James looked at her confused. Seth snarled and suddenly jolted, letting James fall... Instead of panicking, James let himself fall.. And once the ground came to him... He let the impact suspend. Dust debris, smoke, it all came up a she struck the ground. Seth flew above. Worry did not fill her, she knew he was alive. But was harm to come? She didn't thinki so, otherwise she would have not preformed this act. Black and red eyes looked up at ehr from inside the smoke and debris. When it cleared, James stood. A small crater like hole rested where he and ground had met. Cracks werew growing along the groun d in his fury of Seth. Seth snarled,I did what needed be, do not tell me you have learned nothing? "I have.."James responded,"I have learne that being Forsaken has given me the streangth and power to be a living undead. I know now that only you or our kind can exterminate my life. Extinguish it, blow it like a flame.."He smiled,"A flame.. We are a flame.. A never dieing flame.." Seth smiled,Good.. She dived down to him and landed, back legs hitting the ground. She looked at James, her front legs came down as well and her wings pinned to her sides.James asked,"what is the symbol on your wing?" Seth spoke,The one on my left wing, is the symbol of the cult , The symbol of the Silithid. The symbol on my right wing, is of the Legion. The Legion and the ValkVidar. And James.. The symbol upon my chest and flanks, is our Legion.. Rival. She ahd answered before he could ask. James nodded,"I see.. So.. With our legion.. Can we bring others in?" Yes my dead.. And the largets legion I know of.. Resides in Colterra..And the legion has over a million members.. but is run by only three people... Aron, Marcian, and Fen..three brothers.Seth answered,James, do you rmeber Mychel? "My teacher?" Seth nodded,That is good.. Do you rember what happened to him? Rage filled James, he looked away, hands clenched,"I wish not to speak of it!"He turned and walked away. Seth growled,You can't walk from trouble.. James.. Do you know what happened? James turned,"Yes. I know whatr happened! They forced ArchAngyl into the pits and had her slaughterd while they slaughtered Mychel at the same time so he couldn't help her! I know what Goddamn hapened! They put him in a god forsaken hell and tormented him and his dragon!" And what will you do?Seth asked.. James smiled,"I wills how them what Rival is for, and what our moto is..I will show that we are not to be toyed with. We are not toys to be played with. We will not back down from any fight! We are Rival! We are a new world order!" Seth smiled.. It was true.. He had forgotten.. But he remebered why he was alive. Seth had given James a reason to live. (I'm good with wings, I love doing the encks and head.. so much fun.. But its the Gott Verdammen LEGS!!! EURG!! 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| Vaelyis | Feb 15 2009, 04:08 PM Post #71 |
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Brothers to the End
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(Marcus: [Pats Jame son the back] It's okay, it's not like it's never going to change!) Everything is torn from you, but not I. Your mother and father, brother and sisters will not live in your mind no more. Walking over to him, she placed her wing at his side, the membrane resting around his back as he stood there. You and I both have a fault in this, mine only being the disorder of taking away all those memories from you. Your only a fading mist to everyone else like nothing ever happened in their lives. Like you were never there. It may not sound convinceing, but I am only speaking the truth to you. James is on his own now, as so are you. You may keep your name or wish to change, that is your option now. Do you wish to change or keep? Marcus' eyes glowed the meraculous turquoise-blue, only glowing to a gleaming tint, fading to the original color of the shade. "I do not wish to change. I wish to keep it hidden and unborn as I am now. I am dead, not alive, but a fading shade of murder and war; sin and fear provoking my enity. Synile, I wish to keep this name for I have no need of another." As you wish, my dear. Keep your name and avail it, but never give it out to another unless you feel otherwise. Keep it forever, but may I ask of one thing? "What is that?" Do you remember the older King before you, Markus? "No, I don't reckon I do." He was once a Seethen as of you now, but his name spelt in the ancient ways. Rather than having the "C" in your name being that letter, his was a "K". It made a difference, but many do not live to prosper the name. "Why?" I cannot tell why. "Is it because I am not part of the Seetherin Valdarian yet?" Not yet your not, but soon, my dear. Soon. "How soon? Thousands of years from now? Like always!" Don't push that tone on me boy! Or I'll ring you by the neck and make sure you were never born. "Then do it if your willing to!" Synile hissed, raising her paw as a light began to glow in the middle of her chest. The mists of the turquoise-blue forming into an orb in the middle of her ribs, forming at the opening. I do not lie. I am of my words as you are and I keep them, engraved into my bones until they are fullfilled. "Then if you are vigilant enough, then do it? What are you afraid of?" Marcus taunted. Loosing you, she replied in a soft, low tone. "Then why give this madness when I am only life to you?" It is what we do. Syneath cannot propser the hopes of being volatile and crude to our riders. It's our nature as you are vile in us. It's what ties us together as a Seetherin. What makes s this way. We cannot allow it to control or both of our breed is on a war between one another, killing our species off. "Then let's make a unity saying we shall not venge ourselfves to become of it. Never to bend towards that murder and fear." It is said to the wise to keep in between and never to let loose. "Then I will not. I will keep in inplace of this false heart of mine and store it there in my bones as it will never wahs away in the abyss of unknowns." I give. Marcus nodded as his body began to fade from the flesh covered skin on his body, to only a skeletal being of the Undead. Eyes glowing a turquoise-blue, the perminant color of his living, Marcus smiled as he held his sword in his hand, itself glowing the tint of the shading blue. This was a rude awakening. One waiting to come to an uprising. An upheaval of a genocidal war. (Well, it's the folds for me in the wings, that is all. I am awesome with claws and legs! Better than I used to be. Can place a dragon in any stnce I wish! Woot!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 15 2009, 05:09 PM Post #72 |
Suicide Missionary
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(James: You're not helping much there... But your right. I just hope it doesnt take a turn for the wrose...) "Why McCosh?"James asked. Seth smiled,I knew you would ask.. Whatw as the full anme of Jàmes? ".. Jàmes Ryan McCosh.." Seth smiled. Razen ahd not woken the violence in seth.. But James ahd.. (I can do any pose.. It's just that I take a couple hours on getting feet right lol.) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 16 2009, 07:06 PM Post #73 |
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Brothers to the End
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(Marcus: When am I ever?!) Forget me then for all this should've never happened in the first place, Synile hissed. If it weren't for you being an arrogent and stubborn child, none of this would have happened and you would still know your brother and parents. But now since you have to tear everything away you might as well forget yourself. Marcus hissed as he spoke no more. He didn't want to persue a fight he knew he couldn't win. Not by far. Not by chance. Hissing, his eyes were narrowed and locked on Synile, not blinking nor taking his line-of-sight off of her. "That's not very convincing at all. Not even for your standards." Well I am not as stellar and composit as you are. At least I can hold my grounds without someone getting to them. As long as I live, your going to have to deal with it for the rest of your life - and as long as I propser, there is no going back. I am here as long as you live or die. I am tied to you as everything else used to be. Convicing or not, it is the mere truth coming out of my mouth. Lies I speak not of but avail. "Well, I am not as war driven mad as you are. Causing as much fear and pain as you can. Driving others apart, turning them against eachother. Two species fighting against another, creating nothing but bloodshed and genocidal creatures... just as you are. A monster made condemned of her war driven impulse. You fear that if you make one wrong move it is the end of you and the end of this legion. The end of he world. All of this is on your shoulders and you want it done right as you have bee doing, leading them not in their imminant doom, but desperation and damnation. Is that all you live for?" I only live to see the suffering and pain given to them as a sigh of unforgiven and ruthlessness. I am here as a saint to give the painless the pain and the blind the sight of suffering, the depth the sound of pain. I am here only to provoke what is missing: suffering and the era of genocide. You were born as a genocidal Seethen, wanting it all but didn't know how to control it or use it in a manner to show you are worthy but not a victim of fear. You have fallen as a victim in fear's grasp, clenching you as you live. Your are its toy, living and brething with the melicious driving tension of the born fear. "Then what I am to you? A toy to be played with a dismembered?" No, your more than that to me. Your a living heart to me as I stick on with you for I live nothingmore than without you. I live off of you, depending on your wise decisons and not of recklessness but of honor and righteousness, those who stand up to you depending on your wake and control. You drive them orders as they live on them, gaining more from you. Gaining your trust and feedback as you give it to them not with honor but similiarity to them. "That came from the soul?" That came from me through trust and dignity from my years of being with you, my King. "Then it is said, I am not a plaything of a toy to you?" You never have been, my child. Your only learning what you have learned years ago, but all over again. Death is just the beginning at its wake. Your just learning all over again as you have through your childish years and as a pre-adult. Marcus, my dear, your just the beginning of a new era. Brining anew to this planet. Now, I say, you do what is right, making wise decisons and not the ones that will cause you your life, making it hard to gain it all back. "I would do no such of a pruden thing to them or you. I am a man of my word. I keep mine rather than hide it in my bones, waiting for it to all go away eventually in time." Now that is a well prepared King! (Couple minutes is all I need!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 16 2009, 07:24 PM Post #74 |
Suicide Missionary
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(James:.. When I'm upset you can be A BIG help. laughs) Seth stod, raising ont her back hind legs she snarled,James.. James looked at her,"What?" ou are troubled? "You care?" Wise ass.. "Dumb shit."James growled. Setyh snapepd ehr jaws at him,I'd whatch thine toungue! "Why watch the toungue when you should watch the blade instead or it shall cost your life?"James asnwered. Well said.. You can you hold your own then.. Seth said with a smile. "Was that a test?"James questioned. Not an intended one.. I had not persissted that you would reply that way.. Or in that tone.Seth replied. She flicked her tail and the scales cought the light, sending a dizziny arera of grays whites and blacks for James to see. James rolled his eyes,"And so we are to awake Alecay?" No.. Syth. Seth answered. "You.. Your sister?!?!?"James excalimed, a face of horror and confusion. Seth smiled,Let me explain.. My sister was not truly deafeated by me inthe egg. She was given a new life. When we were to be born, she was to be a Silithid. But I changed that. You wondered why I had eaten her? "So you lied?! Lied to tell me this now?"James snarled. No.. Not in the least. I admit, it was wrong to lie. But you were not ready to learn of Syth. James, with me preforming the act I had, even though I didn't realize it, I had changed her and gave her a more secure future. For after we have destroyed the traitoress Alecay and Syndragna, My sister will be granted a place beside The two others we have chosen. James.. You must choose wisley inside of Rival. We must have those wetrust.. Else we fall into an abyss of hell fire and death! |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 19 2009, 08:34 PM Post #75 |
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Brothers to the End
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(Marcus: I know I am, and you are the same to me.) "No, becoming the beginning of a new era means there is a end of the beginning of starting anew." Marcus replied. Wise words, Synile replied. "I speak nothing but the truth. These beings can everest their mind-infested minds and develop a new version of regret and vigilance." Does this help you even explain why you did what you did? Or is this just the predominal ways of you saying you regret what you did? "No," Marcus hissed. "I am only regretting the passion of what is intended, not the milicious ways of my persues." Then it is said then, you're denying the fact you are, keeping it all hidden and barrcadded so no one can know. But, you have to think, I am just one of you seeking out the same thing. I know what you're trying to say for I am only half of you. "Can you stop screwing with me right now. What I did is done, therefor I have no need to regression and denial. I have no regrets on what I did. Right now, I could careless of the world and it's inhabitants. I don't care no more. Just get me the hell out of here and where I can be home than this blasted place." No, first, in order for you to leave, you must complete one task. "Is this a fancy of yours?" No, this is a special deliverence you must obey in order for you to go back to our planet. In order to pass it, you have to think wise and overcome what is around you. You cannot be as reckless and sienile as your are. "Then where's the fun in that?" There is none. That's the point of it all. You have no fun, even when you were a kid. All you were for your whole life was a fragment of dust, binding with the wind as you were carried away from everything. "That's not very convincing." When am I? Marcus narrowed his eyes on Synile, glaring, not answering her question. Synile rose her body and rose a paw over his head as her entire body began to crossover. Marcus watched as she walked over him, seeing straight through her bones and body. "I wonder what you'd look like with flesh rather than bone." Marcus commented. You're only trying to ease me to get yourself out of this ordeal. I know how you work, Synile hissed. "And I thought I had you all figured out." Senseless, my boy. One cannot figure me out in a matter of minutes or days. It takes years, child. More than you know. I am not some sort of fruit where you eat it and you know what it is, even blindfolded. I am n ot as easy as i seems with knowledge or memory. "Nice choice or a metaphore." It's beauty, child. One can create a image mor powerful than actions could decipher in words. Synile continued her walk as she began to feel an unlawful presence around them. But, what fear is it to her on Marcus, even herself? |
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