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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 17 2009, 04:30 AM (1,051 Views) | |
| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 17 2009, 04:30 AM Post #1 |
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James got in the car.. He didn't hav a liscense and he knew if Adam found out about this he would go balisitic. James smiled, Wouldn't this be fun? He closed the door. Ignorig the seatbelt. How hard could driving a car be? He took the key and put it into the ignition. The car started to life, a smooth low hum. James smiled, he put the car into reverse ad abcked out of the driveway, then put it into Drive and sped off down the road. This was the dumbest thig he'd ever done. Luckily neither Marcus nor Adam was nearby. Unfortantly, Marcus would find out easily. James slowed down, he still wasn't used to driving a car then to riding a Dragon. He looked at the steering wheel, then up,"Shit!" He snarled, he slammed on the brake and switched the car into reverse quickly. The car skided, did a compete 360 and then stopped, somethig lay on the ground where he would have hti had he not have stopped when he did. He killed the engine and got out. He knelt down by whatever was i the road then grumbled,"No matter what I do I find toruble or it finds me.." He'd almost hit Moordryde. "now what?"James snarled. he had the sudden longing to beat the hell out of moordrdye for two reasos.. one, dumbass was in the middle of the road.. two, well, you can guess can't you? James sighed, now what to do? He was lost, help or kill? James shhok his head, he needed help,Marcus? He reached out for his brother's help, feeling his brother's mind across there connection,I need some help.. Badly. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 17 2009, 09:42 AM Post #2 |
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Mutainy hissed as she woke, eyes stricking open to a deep shaded purple. Raising her head, she herd the voice from her thought bond with Marcus. Able to hear and see anything he does, dreams included. Mutainy reverted her eyes and attention to Marcus whom was sleeping... deeply. Rolling her eyes, Mutainy gulped him into her mouth and place him in a protective pouch in her throat. The joints on her wings began to rise, holding up her body weight as she began to lift with her hind legs, standing tall. Walking to the ledge, Mutainy stood on her hind legs, raising her wings. Pushing off with the force of her hind quarters, Mutainy arched her back to a curved "C" as she strightened her body as as she dove down the side cliff of the mountain. He is asleep, my dear. He will be there in a moment. Mutainy informed James. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 17 2009, 03:59 PM Post #3 |
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Thank you Sen Mutainy. James replied. He felt for Moordryde's pulse and found it faint,"Damn I should ahve hit him..." Why? Seth asked, flying overhead. "He's put me through hell, besides, if I would have hit him then maybe then this wouldn't be a problem." I could eat him? "You wouldn't like his taste.." Damnit to Hell. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 18 2009, 12:30 AM Post #4 |
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Mutainy lowered down further towards he ground as he speeds cracked through the skies, breaking through the sound barrier. Wings bleating, Mutainy snapped her wings open and wide as she came crashing down to the ground, paws and wings hammering into the ground as she came to land not but a foot away from James and Moordryd. What is hitting you, child? Mutainy asked with conceern. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 18 2009, 01:42 PM Post #5 |
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James pointed at Morrdryde,"More of what have I almost hit... Dam,n Asshole was in the middle of the road. Bad thing is.. I know him. Alll too well.. "James gritted his teeth rmebering the torture he'd gone through with Moordryd. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 18 2009, 06:03 PM Post #6 |
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Lowering her head to the ground, Mutainy made a cough-like noise, but she was actually trying to get something out of her mouth. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 18 2009, 06:33 PM Post #7 |
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James looked at her worriedly,"You okay?" |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 18 2009, 06:34 PM Post #8 |
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Unlatching her mouth, Mutainy opened her aws to their full length as Marcus came out from her mouth and landed on the ground, shaking his body, standing. "God it smells in there. Why do I hide in there anyhow?" |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 18 2009, 06:57 PM Post #9 |
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James looked at him like he was crazy,"im not going to ask." |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 18 2009, 06:59 PM Post #10 |
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"How did I get in there?" Marcus asked. "Wait, don't tell me you swallowed me?" I control what goes down. Mutainy told him. Don't worry so much. Some day it might kill you or hurt someone you hold dear. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 18 2009, 07:07 PM Post #11 |
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James laughed,"okay.. "He looked at Morrdryd who sill lay ther.e |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 18 2009, 07:14 PM Post #12 |
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"That's wrong!" Marcus smiled, walking over to James and Moordryd. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 18 2009, 07:15 PM Post #13 |
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"I should've hit him with the car.."James said shaking his head. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 18 2009, 07:25 PM Post #14 |
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"I can agree," Marcus hissed as he looked down at Moordryd. "What is he doing here when where he needs to be is far from this spot?" |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 18 2009, 07:40 PM Post #15 |
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"I dont know..."James rpelied. He stood up,"Talk about X-files..." He sighed,"I swear I should kill him now.." |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 25 2009, 06:41 PM Post #16 |
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"Or I. This man is no need of living. I swear life is out to kill him." Marcus replied, walking back to his dragon, but Mutainy began to show sighs of pain and something more. "What's wrong, Mutainy?" |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 25 2009, 06:49 PM Post #17 |
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Jame ssudedely hissed and looked up, eyes anrowed his whole body tensed and he took a step back. seth snarled,Skeevages? "No.. You!" James growled. What? "You.. Seth, you need to elave.. Now!!!" Seth snarled, What do you mean James??! James shook his head, "No seth, before you do something you regret leave!!" Child,. What are you talki- She was cut off by an sudden eruption of pain in her side. She screeched and curled up, her eyes closed. She snarled and snapped them open to black... Seth snarled and bared her teeth at James. James took an involuntary step back. He was beliving seth would never do this.. But apparnatly he ahdn't seen it or had jst ignored it. Seth growled and stod, shaking her head violently. Rows of spikes racker her lower jaw, her teeth grew longer, overlapijng her lips. She snarled and looked at James. She sensed Ragnorok in him and unforntaley, the down fall of a Syne Drgaon is the hard to control lust for Ragnorok. Syne Dragons are the strongest beings inside of Ledair. They have many woes and virtues, but mind if they excceed there limits they will utterly become rotting bones. Many downfalls of the Syne Dragon is the lust for Ragnorok. Some Syne Dragons cannot control there lust for the devastating chemical and soon they get enough of it to where they turn on there own riders! Killing them without a second thought! Once the Ragnorok wears off from this, the Syne Dragon does one of two things, the first, kill themselves. It is possible and when they do this they do it because of the ache in there hearts. Having half of you ripped away is hurtful and for a Syne Dragon there duty is to protect there riders with the cost of there own. Now how do you think they'd feel if it was the cause of there riders death? The second is that they become Skeevages. Becoming smaller and weaker, they become so infected they want more of the Ragnorok and go after it, leaving there dead rider. In some cases a Syne Dragon will not become a Skeevage at the death of there rider or kill themselves. These are considered 'Special Bonds'. When the Rendelay, or strand of chemical bond, is broken, the Syne Dragon will become something more dangerouse. Much more danegrouse. They will beocme more violent and volatile then before during the war of Rezzeel. Destroying even the very city they live in. If when this happens the Syne Dragon is not controlled they will end up destroying Rezzeel! When this happens, its a very bad idea to try and detain them, trying to contain and feral and Hostile Syne Dragon is the biggest mistake to be made and the results can be found writting in ash inside of the rebuilt Jail at Tronif, also found in the barren city. Syne dragons canot be contained inside a cage or chained down without reacting instantly. And when they react many dont live to tell the tale. Seth snarled, her claws longer, the green markings flared and she took a step forward, James taking one back in fear. He didn't want to fight Seth and he wouldn't.. He couldn't.. If she did this.. All was lost. Seth snarled, narrowing her black eye on him, no pupil was left. only that black abyss of Death and War. She growled and snapped her jaws, the large teeth creating a loud crack. The sky turned black and red lightning lanced in the clouds. Seth's control over Atmospheric phenomena was uncontrollable now. Fire erupted by James, trying to help but it died away as seth snarled. Bright flares of light erupted in the air, crackles of Electricty as Seth's rage grew. Her DARE levels becoming unstable. No.. Seth wouldn't become a Skeevage if she killed James, nor would she commit Suicide.. Instead..... |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 25 2009, 06:56 PM Post #18 |
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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 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 | Jan 25 2009, 07:56 PM Post #19 |
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James spoke clamly to Seth,"Seth.... Easy now.. Dont..Dont be rash.." |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 26 2009, 01:59 AM Post #20 |
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Her head rose from the crest of her neck, eyes narrowed on her rider. A hiss escaped her mouth as her head rose slowly. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 26 2009, 09:03 PM Post #21 |
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Seth growled, her DARE highest. She growled and took a step forward, jame sback. Seth snarled. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 27 2009, 12:02 AM Post #22 |
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"Mutainy?" Marcus asked. No, she replied. Synile Annibal. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 27 2009, 04:08 PM Post #23 |
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James narrwed his eyes,We must take a stand. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 28 2009, 01:13 AM Post #24 |
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"Who?" Marcus asked, confused. My real name. Synile replied. I am Mutainy, but my real name is Synie Annibal. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 28 2009, 01:31 AM Post #25 |
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Seth roared. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 28 2009, 04:19 AM Post #26 |
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"Your splt," Marcus muttered. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 29 2009, 12:10 AM Post #27 |
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Show we are not children to be toyed with. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 29 2009, 09:54 PM Post #28 |
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No, she replied. Mutainy is my split. Some call me Synile Mutainy, but my real true name is Synile Annibal. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 3 2009, 01:51 PM Post #29 |
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James cried out in agony. Acid green lettering began top etch into his bones. The Hovacian words and letters glowing. Black mist brewed around him. There was no organ inhis body but his heart, the heart that was part his, part seths, and part Razen's. The bond with Seth grew and was strange. James and SEth were unique in there bond. Because of the three way split bond James was much more then a simple Halfbreed. He took more into his mother then ever before and it was strange. Making him and Sethmore dangerouse. The only thing was, James ddin't have immersion, instead... The Ragnorok Rentiley grew greatly. SPreading and making his bones into a solid form of Ragnorok. A stonger form of Ragnorok. And Harder to control. Sirliyn, a powerfull metal began to infest into his bones. New flesh, Flesh made of Sirliyn regrew over his body, becoming the gentic makeup of his flesh and muslce. New nerves made. It was like being born again. Being born as an Arist of War. Valkvirians are dangerouse, they conter everything they do with the oppisite. Once you think you know what they are doing, they turn around and change it. But they also get the job done, one way or another. Sticking to a task till it is complete. The scar on James' left eye was there.. Always there. Never to leave. But the wound on his shoulder, that was gone. Spikes tore from his spine, being connected to the spinal chord they could lay flat or stand straight up. James hissed, eyes closed tightly he clenched his hand. More mist brewed around him. SParks egnited in the air. Fire erupted close and flared out. Only to come again. Black armor began to overcome James. No markings rested on the armor. Intense heat waved off of James. The arnor was made of the same material as his body, Sirliyn. Fire rested in the joints of the armor. Dark black fire. Not Syne Fire.. something worse. Able to burn many metals. The Sword leing by James, Aronet, glew. The blade grew, longer. Wider at the base. The hilt changed. On the egdes of the blade were two Dragons, as if resting on the blade. There tails wound down the hilt of the blade and stopped at the bottom. A black gem was at the bottom of the hilt. Sparks of red fire and elctricty erupted in the gem. A ValkVidar gem. ValkVidar Gems hold much power. But the power is unstable. James was stronger, faster. And if anything, more agressive and volatile. He was something that was abused in Rezzeel. The valkvidar's used in pit fights inside of Gille, the large half dead planet. James despised the pit fights, and he would tear it apart one day. That day was soon. Something unimanagble, dangerouse, war struck. He was not a tool, but the master, the artist of war. He was the Prince Of War. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 3 2009, 10:04 PM Post #30 |
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"Never herd such a name," he replied. That's because it's not of your tongue. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 3 2009, 10:30 PM Post #31 |
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Seth roared in response to James... then Seth roared. It turned to a screech, as if someone had ttaken and amplified an out of tune flute and piccolo.Glass shattered and broke. The Ragnorok in her grew. The conenction she held with James was amplified by a thouasand fold. Her tail hit the ground with blunt force bringing up gravel and debris. Her joints cracked and snapped, bones lengthening. She shook her ehad violently. Horns ripped free of ehr skull. MAking a crown like resemblance. Spikes tore out of her neck and back from her spinal chord. Being attached to the spinal chord they could lie flat, or straight up. Her flesh bruned away as it had with James. Black and magneta bones revealed. The joints cracked and you could see them lenmgthening and chaning. She reared onto her back hind legs and threw back her head, her jaws cracked open and she roared. Her fangs shown and grew over the lower jaw. Her lower fangs staying as they were. More of her teeth, the seondary fangs, grew over her lower jaw. She hit the ground forcefully. the wing bone snapped and grew unto her front legs. Her tail hit the ground again and she roared, shakig her body violently. SPikes tore form her tail, down to the tip, making it a deadly weapon. The Sil in her body broke, the valuable Chemical rentilay no longer needed. All sense of peace and tranquilty vanished, broken, scattered, gone. The Chemical Rentilay Ragnorok broke free taking posession of Seth's mind and body. The Ragnorok envoloped her bones, changing them from normal, to Ragnorok metal based. The purest solid form of Ragnorok. Metal. Sirlyin, a metal found only in a certain breed of dragon, began to infest her bones, new flesh, muscle, nerve, it all grew from Sirliyn. The chemical strand Entity, grew greatly, becomign a Rentilay based chemical becuase of what seth truly was. Entity fueled Ragnorok, making it mroe stonger. Seth was larger, her bones and joints cracked. The flesh of her body began to be covered in hard Sirliyn Scal. Her claws were longer, made of Virliex, along with the spikes on her body. Seth could now stand on two legs or four. She threw back her head and roared. She ahd acedded the sze limit of a Syne Dragon. She was not a Syne Dragon. She began to pull on the ways of a different Dragon. Rage levels bigger, feeding on Ragnorok, letting it change and consume her. She roared and looked at James. Even her eyes were differnt. No longer acid green, but deep black, like an abyss. Markings in deep purple and acid green covered her body. They were unseen, for now. She snarled and lowered her head toward James, the wing mebran attached to her forelegs. She snapped ehr ajws shut with a loud crack, The upper jaw teeth overlapping her lower lip. Her first of five eyelids closed and she blew hot blood smelled air across James. James froze slightly. You see? See what we have done? Do you feel what we can do? What we can accompish? You are no longer a child in my eyes, you are and shall be a king of great importance. You will stop the fight here, and bgein anew in Rezzeel. But do you see what I am? What I have become? Both my parents were Murdarian Syne Dragons. How am I this? How am I a ValkVidar? A Breed of dragon that is born of Sin, War, death, corruption? You have changed me James, changed me far beyond then what Razen could have. She raised her head,My Rider! My ValkVirian! You are my mind! My life! My Blood! My heart! "And you, are the same!"James replied, a smile touching the corners of his mouth. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 4 2009, 06:00 PM Post #32 |
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I shall make you remember. This one last stand will allow your memories to flow. It will allow you to remember who I really am... Marcus... War-torn, and destroyed, but still had the balance and procison to fly above all. Eyes glowing the meraculous turqoise-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 resounded 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 resounding 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. Fllexing 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 flunk him over to her back, clambing onto a ledge. Bones began to shift and stirr as her joints pivited and help manuver 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 protruded 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 droppe 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. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 5 2009, 04:43 PM Post #33 |
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Seth raised ehr ehad and snarled,You know the next step? James nodded,"but the Ednar is not near us.." then we shallr etrive it! |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 5 2009, 06:45 PM Post #34 |
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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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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 5 2009, 07:41 PM Post #35 |
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Seth angled toward the Lector House. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 5 2009, 07:45 PM Post #36 |
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Do you remember? Synile asked her rider. Do you remember everything from the time of history to the time of then? |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 5 2009, 09:17 PM Post #37 |
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She landed and James ran to the house. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 5 2009, 11:32 PM Post #38 |
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"I remember... I remember it all. I remember everything... everything from war born to fear. Decimation and vigilance. War deive mad." Marcus replied with a smile, a vile smile. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 7 2009, 09:17 PM Post #39 |
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James came back out holding a small gem in his hands. He walked to Seth and she knelled down, This is the fate of Vyrdaria, you and I shall become the one thing that the Elder Elites fear, what the Prince of War started. And what we shall finish. James, this is more then a game, this is life and death. We hold the balance, we decide the future. What you hold in your hands my ValkVirian, is the most strongest power in Rezzeel, it holds secrets and once the second phase begins, You will know all that has happened, the destruction of Vyrdaria, and so much more. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 8 2009, 08:51 PM Post #40 |
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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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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 13 2009, 10:37 PM Post #41 |
Suicide Missionary
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Seth took the gema nd swallowed it... |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 14 2009, 12:43 PM Post #42 |
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Do not fear it, my child. Synile told him. Do not fear nothing. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 14 2009, 12:50 PM Post #43 |
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Muscles of Sirliyn began tow rap around it, swollowing it to her heart. Seth growled aqnd lowered her ehad. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 14 2009, 12:59 PM Post #44 |
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"Fear what?" Marcus asked. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 14 2009, 01:33 PM Post #45 |
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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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| Vaelyis | Feb 14 2009, 05:19 PM Post #46 |
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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. 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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 14 2009, 05:22 PM Post #47 |
Suicide Missionary
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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. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 14 2009, 05:36 PM Post #48 |
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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. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 14 2009, 05:40 PM Post #49 |
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Seth nodded, As you wish my child, but is that truly what you want? James looked up,"Is it fair that the world decieves me with each step I take? even if you do not, You wills ee a part of me that will make you shy away and try to hide. So why not? Of course this is what I want. I know the consequence.. But it wont be like before. I wont be as kind, I wont be as caring toward another. Seth.. Please. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 15 2009, 12:20 AM Post #50 |
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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? |
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