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Topic Started: Jan 17 2009, 02:33 AM (879 Views)
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Jams was worried but Seth tried to speak to him but he tuned her out.
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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 limits of what she had accounted for. More than what Mutainy herself had resigned to. This wasn't no ordinary bond. Not ordinary bond of will, strength, molivolence, pride, structure, hopes, security, and wisdom. This went beyond. The restraints that held onto her were missing... gone. Vanished.

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 on 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.

Then, the hide began to wash away, deteriorating blindly, tearing away like water brushing the flesh like it was nothing. Body and all being nothing but a skeletal structure with flesh hanging from the bone or clinging to another like a limb or joint of a bone in the body. Spikes racked the neck and back, 3 rows lining down to the tail, ending all into one row and a rack of spikes at the end of the tail. Her wings looked clipped and torn at the linings of the membrane on the wings.

Marcus smiled as he began to retaliate only a few steps back, not wanting to provoke his dragon anymore than she is. Feeling a bit tingy, his body began to turn more over the undead side. Armor began to creep on his body, ice trickling down of the rims of the plates. A skill inked in the middle of the armor, turning a crimson, slowly fading into a turqoise-blue.

The dragon smiled as the new Seethen was born. A new bond. A new flesh of righteousness and war. The creation of a Seethen only meant one thing: a genocidal war. The Seethen wasn't new to this fact at all, but became under recongizition, he was at full blame for the damage to be done.
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James watched his brother, knowing he;'d be safe, but he wass just.,. what could you call it? Protective?
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Pulling his body up to a stance, this wasn;t anew. This was just the mere resign of being the one thing he had been for thousands of years, but held detained for those years. Imprisoned as his dragon was.
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Or just loving who knew? Some say it is his rage that shall kill James.. but they are wrong.

It's very little bit of emotion he hodls inside.
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War-torn, and destroyed, but still had the balance and procison to fly above all. Eyes glowing the meraculous turquoise-blue, they glowed and gleamed florescently, with the escence of the mists brewing fro her maw, evacuating above the muzzle, dicpating as the mists brewed over the nostrils.

Raising her wings at her flanks, unfurling the membranes as a loud crackling noises sounded from the unfolding of the wings. Shooting them out to their extended length, a crack re-sounded as they were at their full length. Body broad and rose, she tucked her wings to her flanks, crouching to the ground, pushing off with her front and back legs, as well as her wings, aborne. Her wings still pinned to her sides as she shot up, she flexed her wings out for a moment, looking down as the ground began to dissapear as she gained altitude, escalating into higher elevations.

Streaming up into the skies, she let loose a loud, piercing roar that broke through the sound barrier as her wings came undone, being pulled from her flanks. A re-sounding crack whipped as her wings unfurled from her flanks, lifting her body to a glide.

Daring a smile, her eyes reverted down at Marcus, zooming on as for she was thousands of miles above the land. Thrusting her wings at her side, her body rose into the air and gently dipped down, wings pinned, tucked at both left and right flanks. Diving to speeds past the speeds of sound, she dove through the sky, sky-rocketing as even herself broke through the sound barrier.

Marcus began to hear the noises coming from that of his dragon, but couldn't pin point where the origin came from. Twisting and turing his body, he looked all over and couldn't spot a sinle image or black pattern in the sky. No sign of a dragon nor the pounding of one. He searched and searched all over, flank by flank, second by second. No sign.

The dragon smiled as she came bursting through the skies, hammering through the air like it was only just space. Narrowing her eyes, they were locked and pin pointed on Marcus. Flexing her wings for a brief moment, the wings outstretched and came furling out from her sides, cracking from the wind breaking against the membrane as the skin stopped the air from going forward.

Marcus startled in surprise and jerked back, trying to dart and break free away from the dragon he had used to know. Running as fast as his legs could propel him, the dragon came swooping down, hammering to the ground with her paws, grappling her rider wing her jaw and threw him over to her back, climbing onto a ledge. Bones began to shift and stirr as her joints pivited and help manuever the bones to where she could climb.

Paws slamming the edge, she pulled her body over the ledge, head portruding first, then the wings to the large massive set of her body. Tail dangling over the side, head dropping low over the ledge; her head shook from side to side, eyes scanning, had moving and jolting, scraying. Raising her body her wings shot out from her side with a loud crack from the membrane. Marcus sat in the saddle, holding onto a spike that portruded out from her spine. It was uncomfortable for him, but this was only the experience he could get in the return.

Raising her body, she dropped from the ledge, diving down the steep edge of the cavern's side. Wings tucked and pinned, her body began to drop lower and lower levels of elevation. The ground began to rise as her speeds increased. Marcus held on, cringing with fear. Bring her head up, she wanted to give him a little scare. Shifting the bones in her wings, she brought them out at her side, increasing the speed. Pulling her body up, the wings unfurled from her flanks, snapping open with a loud resounding crack of the membrane.

Tail hammering the ground, her ribs skinned against the ground as she esalated higher into the sky, giving her rider the joy ride of being a Seethen.

Now... you will begin to remember...

Marcus' memories raced through his head, streaming. coursing through his mind. The memories flowed like water through tunnels, rapidly coursing through veins and streams of blood, shooting through to the memory banks of his mind. Voices plummeted his head and thoughts, voices of him and... someone else. The voice of someone he could swear he remembered.

It was a females voice... two of them now. One being Synile's and the other... the other was unfamiliar, but he sworn he had herd the voice before in his life, and it wasn't his mothers'. Holding his head with his palms on both sides of his head, showing confusion and puzzlement. He tried and tried to make out the one voice, but it wasn't working.

Synile wrenched to her body to the right side, gliding sideways. Just hold on, her voiced called from ahead as he rode on her back, hands gripping onto a spike that struck from the spine. Body only of bone it was easy enough for him to have grippage, but easy enough to fall through and plummet to the ground.

Twisting her body to the right even more, they dropped, declining down into a cavern or large trench, snow glazed and iced down, rivers shinning off the turquoise-blue and white as the sun's pearing rays escaped through the dense gray-teal clouds. Everything seemed to have life even in the coldest dense places of the world. Ice-shelves crumbled and collapsed into the water, creating a loud crashing sound as it collided with another ice-shelf or breaking instantly as the shelf plummeted and hammered into the water, breaking pieces of ice chunks flying into the air, landing coursly into the water.

Diving further into the trench, she twisted her body around once more to where her ribs and bones scrapped against the ice floor, carving a deep scathe into the embedded ice, like the scathes ice scates carve while the blade hits the ice.

The trench glistened with ice, shinning and gleaming with beauty of the blue and sliver gliestening from the sun's rays relfecting off. The shadow o his dragon reflected clear over the ice as her image reflected to create an image back. Pinning her wings to her flanks, tucking them in, her nose dove first as her body carried behind, tail hammering against the edge of the waterfall. Wind pressing against his face, he felt a cold rush run down his spine as the rush of adrenaline and purity ran through his veins and mind.

Unfurling her wings, she released a loud, blistering roar as is broke through the sound barrier, cracking the ice, water tricklin out of the cracks. Snapping her wings open to their extended length a loud resounding crack whipped as the membrane met with the air, the membrane unfurling with all her power to re-open them.

You see now, my dear, how you remember all these time we had yet to have but couldn't inspire. You see now how much you remember our lies in the past? Do you remember? Her voice rang through his head as he felt the sudden appeal. The King did remember. He remembered it all.

Re-opeing his eyes they were the turquoise-blue... the blue from the beginning; the times ran through his head. Everything he had known had ran through his mind and memories. As his voice was shallow and coursed, the replied with a strong and shallow tone.. for the King was now rightfully back with his righteous ways. "Yes, my dear, I do truely, remember!"

Detaining her is like detaining a wild animal. Nothing to stop the escape of embarment and imprisonment. Nothing to keep them docile. To solude them from everyting. Keep them imprisoned. Isolated. Eluded. Detainment meant keeping the dragon stable and docile, but the Syneath breed was more than the bearing opposite - volatile, ravage, homicidal, genocidal, war driven, and riviting drawned fear.

Then it is said, Marcus. Corderon is now in it's wake and none in the less of being lost. This home will not be anew, giving it the power of damnation and corruption as it has. We shall control no matter. I give you now, the mantle. My blood. My flesh. My deeds. My life. And my pride.
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And James was then gone. How he'd slipped away so fast? You'd have to ask him but he got adapt to it. Knowing when and when he was not wanted around anymore.
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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.
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Seth landed in front of him right before he got passed the border of the lector Estate.. She groqwled,Get on!
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Then forgive me of my actions, Synile spoke.
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Seth hissed and landed...

Black mist brewed around seth, she growled and threw back her head and roared. Her eyes glowed a deadly shade of crimson. Then began to flood black. From the outer part it was red, follwoing into black. A red outlinging was around the verticl slit of a pupil. She growled and her tail struck the ground. Seth raised up on her hind elgs, wiongs outstreatched.

James watched in fasination. Seth growled and landed on all fours. The sky exploded as she split atoms in the air, creating a fiery display. James backed up as her eyes locked on him. Seth snarled and snapped her jaws. She took a step forward. Her wings flared and she growled. Flesh bruned from her body. Then repaired.

Dark black armor, the same shade as her scales, began to conmsume her. It platged on her chest, the back of her neck. It grew ont he top f her head, avoiding the crown of horns and going around them. The armor plated on her spine and back. The spikes on her spine artched threateningly. Her claws scraped the ground. Armor covered the top of the claw and up her forelegs. The same as her hind legs. Armor covered the top and bottom of her tail. Plated armor covered the tip of her wings.

Seth snarled and took a step toiward James, then launched in the air. James fell back witht he force of the air as it hit Seth's wings, rebounding and hitting him. When he got up, he couldn't see Seth. James looked at the sky and around him but found no place of her. Not a black speck, nothing. James backed up and then he fell to his knees. Four voices speaking to him. One was seth's.. The others were male and he couldn't determine who they were. But he would find out.

This is the world as it is, James. You will see what is and what was. When Vyrdaria was at peace, the Legion stood tall. Commanding the home. But some wanetd a unified Goverment. And so, the Cult of Dersperation grew. Fighting against the Legion for power.

A Demon, Kiy'Jase, led the Cult against the Legion. The Legion were not fdully prepared.. And fell..

James. If you wish to know more. Do what is to be done. Grow Vyrdaria and find us. We will be waiting.


James looked up and still no sighn of his beloved Dragon. But something moved behind him and snarled. He stood.. James turned and was face to face with an angry looking Dragon. Her breath was rancid. Smelling of fire, blood, and rotting flesh. James backed up and the Dragon raised her head. Sjhe growled and snapped hnr jaws, a loud crack erupting.

She hissed. Where the armor wasn't.. Flesh wasn't. It was bone. She growled,This is my life without you. James, if you leave me. If you allow them to put me int he Dragon pits and have me ripped to shreds. I swear upon Razen's grave I will have you slain in a way that you would feel utter fear and pain. If I am placed in the pits, and you do as your ancestor and do nothing! Nothing but watch! Not fight! I will kill you! James, we are the new world order! You are to take up your place and destroy the elder elites, giving Ledair their new goverment! And reserecting Vyrdaria. Once we have done that.. We will take out Alecay and Synedragna. We will show that we are not to be toyed with! Seth threw back her haad and roared.

James backed up and nodded," My brother has gotten his place by just a bond with a Dragon.. But mine wil come form a bond.. And hard dievouse work! Seth, I give you my word, my legiment, that I shall stay by you!"

Seth nodded, James.. We must make the oath! To create our lifew long promise, we must take the oath!

James nodded and spoke,"By the blood of my family, by the blood of ArchRival and Rivel. By the blood of Jàmes and Seethly. I will stand and fight against the cult. I will remeber the sun. Remeber the darkness. I will fight to my own death! I will embrace the world as it is and see through the eyes of a Dragon! I wil do wht it takes to serve. even if it means to Remeber to Forget, and to Forget to Remeber. Even if it means to leave behind those I love and care for. But I will remeber where it is. I will know where my love lies and that I have never forgot.

"I will prove to the world that I'm not to be udnerestimated. I will earn my place in my home."

Seth growled. James looked at his hands and arms. White veins began to show on him. The veins turning white. He looked at the sky as it was noon. The sun shown on him and the white veins were more bright. Making him glow. James gasped in suprise and the veins stopped glowing. Black markings covered his pale flesh. James looked at Seth as the white and blue markings covered her.

A large symbol in the center of both wings. smaller symbols spiraled from the larger one. Symbols inked onto her bones and armor. Her iris in her eyes changed. No longer a vertical slit. It was now nothing. No iris, but you knew she could see. Seth snarled and spoke,By the blood of the ValkVidary and Silithid, we grow and age together. Not by days or years. For with each hour we will grow stronger and more dangerouse. More powerful

James backed up,"I have given up my family and brother.. But Seth.."
I will not let you forget. Seth said, I will never let you forget. Forget that you have broken something, caused pain and missery. But I will also not let you forget why you have done it. The power in you will grow. Making any ties and bonds stronger. You have been born anew. Just as I have, just as Ledair shall.. Anmd just as Vyrdaria shall! James you see through my eyes now! Those you love will not recognize you anylonger! You are changed and the only thing that resides is the physical resemblance! My rider, my flesh, my blood, my heart! My ValkVireen! It is time to see the sun!

The fiery sky began to clear away, revealing the sunlight and the stars.. James could see them.. They shown in the sky, twinkling. Winking down and watching the world below.

They are the dead ones. The ones who's life has fallen. James.. The stars are the ones who await your return. Seth said. She flicked her tail and growled,No one will stop us! No one will control us! We will fight unlike the others! We will finish what was started! My blood and heart! We are one!

James smiled and said," But what is it that troubles us?"

Sheath your sword?
"Never"
Fight to death. Live to fight, and fight to live. We thrive from war, sin, death, desperation, and life! We create and destroy! We are fear, we are the true nature of horror! We are the new era!
Seth roared and James yelled," VYRDARIA!" The sound traveled and broke the sound barrier..

A new legion had risen

Rival.
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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.
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Sethg rowlede and James",Take me away.."
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Brothers to the End
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.
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