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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 25 2009, 08:40 PM (527 Views) | |
| Vaelyis | Jan 25 2009, 08:40 PM Post #1 |
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Brothers to the End
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Years passed, and a war raged on. An upcoming siege in the dwellings on planet Carderon. War has decieved many, becoming more common and vile on the planet and yet, many seem to survive the disasters prolonging on them. Remember, the lines of a familiar face would soon come hold of this planet, taking the manlte now in the one true place of the world. The truest victory, is sitrring the hearts of the people. Those who stand to you will live up to, not only to withold the motives you set out in place, but the loyatly and promises you devote to them, giving them what they need in order to survive this desicrated place. Now, you will learn and live as not only a worrior, but a king itself. You will prolong those who gave you sufferage and enity, the lust of war and extermination. Not only the need to cause it, but to luer it into your hands of fate and decimation. The impulse is stronger than the rage. Don't deny it for it will bring you down. Sitting in a chair, covered in ice, a man sat in his mantle, not leaving the home he controls and waids. Snow drizzled it's hardest, a storm weilding it's most destructive damages. He held a sword in his hand, with symbols etched in the blade. The sword was dull like it hasn't been used of it's power in many years. Ice covered the heaps of his armor, making it clear to see him and where he sat. But.. this won't last for long. My son the day you were born, the very forests of Carderon whispered the name.... Marcus. His eyes opened to a light, turqoise-blue, the ice on his shoulder blade cracking as his eyes opened with life, mists radiating from the eyes. Wondering through the snow covered land of Carderon, he stepped down onto a ledge of frozen trench, ice covering from below and above. He began walking through the harsh winds of the snow blown ice, but that didn't stop him from what he was going to do. He had abandoned his throne and land for many years, taking fault of his loss. This time... this time he will not back down and let his army and control go. Not even from the leader of the second legion on Carderon. Kneeling down, he placed his hand on the ground, brushing away a area of snow, recovering ice underneith with a little crack stright across the ice. Lifting his hand away from the ice, his hands gripped, forming a fist, bringing his hand up back to his leg, moving his fingers like he felt the snow through his gloves. Looking straight on, he placed his hand on his knee, bringing himself up to a straight stance. My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness. Placing his hand on the handle of the sword, gripping the handle, he pulled out the sword with the smooth sound of the blade grading against the sheath, bringing the sword to a draw, pointed down to a tilt. Looking forward, he jolted the sword up to weist length, the blade and all straight and still. Remeber, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. Snowflakes close to the blade turned a turqoise-blue as the came in tact with the blade. The flakes towarded the blade, gently touching. As the flakes began to hit the blade of the sword, the blade began to form in streams of the turqoise-blue, the streams forming as mists radiated from the blue streaming up the blade. And I know you will show restraint when exersiceing your great power. Bring the sword down, he rose it near his waist, placing both of his hands on the blade. Holding it close, he brought the blade and sword up with both his hands, arms syncranizing with the motive. Raising the sword, he thrust the blade into the ice as the blade pierced through the ice. A crack began to form down the ice, streaming forward, not ending. The ice began to crack all around him. Then, a forceful push of wind blasted away snow around the area, the snow rising, beginning to melt as it retaliated back. Cracks beneith began to form as the spike of a dragon's head pierced through the ice, both horns thrusting through the hallowed ice. Standing straight from plunging the sword, he stood facing forward as his dragon began to appear. An elbow of the dragon came thrusting out of the ice, the spine pierce and breaking through. The limb of the dragon came bursting through the ice, being raised in the air, claws sheathed, outstretched as the paw came hammering onto the ice. The claws sank into the ice from the blunt force of the slam of the paws. Lifting her body with her potential strength, the joint of the front limb began to unfurl, lifting the body of the dragon out of the ice. Creeping behind him, the head of his dragon rose from the depths of the ice, the horns exposed. Standing motionless, aware of what's happening, the head of his dragon came above the ice, the eyes piercing with a turqoise-blue as her head rose from underneith the ice. Chunks of ice came falling from the dragons body as she rose from the depths of the ice. The ice fell from her bone plated scales, plumepting into the deep trench she came from. Her body rose from the ice, lifting her paw to step forward, the gigantic beast making her uprising by the help of her rider. Climbing to the ledge over to the right of the one true kind, her wings grappled the sides of the ledge, ripping off pieces of of the ledge from the force of her body. Front paws came reaching out, gripping the front ledge of the cliff, tearing away chunks and heaves of ice as her paws hammered down onto the ledge. Her head hung low, horns reaching out from her skill, eyes radiating the turqoise-blue. Swaying her head from side to side, looking over the land, her wings began to lift from her side. Closing her wings in close near her flanks, she brought them in, then shot them out to their full, extended length, the membrane on the wings unfoiling and swaying with the wind. Bring them back to her side, she crept down the ledge wings nearly pinned to her side; she dropped from the ledge, snapping her wings open, gliding over a massive army, swooping past, the army of eyes and men looking up at her. But the truest victory my son is stirring the hearts your people. Gliding at speads faster than anyother dragon in the land, the flakes brushign against her cold plated scales, her eyes glowed the turqoise-blue. Cracking her mouth open, jaws extending their lengths as she thrust her wings downward, ascending into the sky, a roar escaped her maw as she escalted into the sky, the roar being deep and piercing, stretching far through the lands and carried out with the wind. The men herd the roar, and opend their mouths with blue mists coming forth out of their open mouthes, them to covered in armor. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be King. Looking upon the land, his eyes reflected the light blue, his hair flowing with the wind, snow blowing past his face as he watched his dragon fly across the lands and his father's words raging through his mind. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 25 2009, 08:57 PM Post #2 |
Suicide Missionary
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A dragon lay with the black scales, her mind closed to all but her rider who sat in half Daze.. For him he knew only one could kill him now.. He smiled seeing the Dragon peaceful after the awfull battle they ahd diserneed, but that battle was not voer.. The elder eiltes had lied tot hem,. They had made Ledair the home of hell.. They had destrpyed the crust of the once beautifull planet. They ahd started the first war, had created the ragnorok. The rider stood, he looked around the small rock that held the massive dragon. Well.. small compared to the other rocks flaoting above ledair. He looked down at the cities. They were all held up by gravity,.. Always. Never to fall. Unless the Elder Elites said so. The Dragon stirred, What troubles you? "Your plan." The rider answered. His fingers tapped on the hilt of his sword,"What if you lose contorl? How do you know the others will help? How dow e know this will work?" You question me? "No.. Only Delve Deep into the answer." The rider replied. He looked at his Dragon,"You know the secrets as well as I, they know we know.. But they think we will fail. How are we to do this?" James... This will be the last war "So you say." I know. "then let us commence! LEt us show them what war is and who the true leader is!" James said with a smile. My child, I agree. The Dragon stood and roared. Her eyes turned black. The Ragnorok Rentalay grew in her muscle and blood till it infected her completley, but unlike before she had so much control now. Armor covered James like fire, fire he had always kept to his side. The dragon roared, the sound from deep in her chest. The sky turned black and lightning lanced in the clouds. Red lightning. Sparks of electricty erupted and crackeld in the air. Her tail hammered across the ground, creating sparks and then fire. She roared ad the sound broke the sound barrier. James Smiled and then yelled , his voice magnified,"Those who have been lied to and cheated! Now is the time of revenge! Rise borken Champions! Rise and let us overthrow the establishment! Rise and let us show what Anarchy is! Rise and let us stop this futile attempt of control! LEt us show that the Elder Elties are feeble, worthless beings! Hovacians, I call you forth! LEt us show that we can work with Murdarians to destroy and then create!" Shrieks and roars followed his words and Seth snarled... A row of spikes ran down her spine. Her eyes glew black and she shook her ehad violently. She snarled and wrapped ehr tail around her Rider. Her black body turned a darker shade and acid green lettering inked onto her skin. AS if soemoen ws writing on her scales. She snarled and let losse another roar. James raised his sword and the acid green lettering of Hovacoan lauguage flashed ito English, To Dead to Run, To Alive To Hide. The dragon roared and opened ehr wingsa to their fulelst, the rider elpt inot the saddle and she lept off the small rock and dived, heading staright for the immensley hot core of Ledair. If she didn't pull up soon.. No more Seth. But she kept going. plummeting toward the core. Then.. As she hit the hot surface, a fiery inferno erupted creting a tornadoe of blazing heat. Blood rained from the sky and a large shape shot upward toward ther sky inside the eye of the Tornadoe. Dragons and creatures crawled out of there homes. Veetehr and humans, demons and halfbreeds, both on oppisite sides, ready for war, Ready to over throw the establishemnt. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 25 2009, 09:38 PM Post #3 |
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Brothers to the End
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The dragon's body was filled with spikes, membranes attaching to the scales as the outlayer over her hide was bone. The scales dulled to a deep purple, symbols inking to the dragon's body. A scar grew over the left eye, sealing to a light blue. The dragons' eyes radiated, mists forming out of the eyes - the color, pupil, iris and all changing to a light turqoise-blue. There was no pupil, nigh an iris. The eyes swarmed with vengence and vigilance, performing the righteous ways of what only the dragon came well known to and forged with. Befriending the bond she had with the rider, the dragon began to inquire more and more needs over the limits of what she had accounted for. More than what she 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. The dragon threw her head back as a roar the broke through the sound barrier 20x the strength she had pushed through than normal. 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. Membranes of skin linked to some of the bonial structures on her body, as well as the membrane on her wings began to deteriorate, with little coverage between the frames of the wings, but enough to hold balance and for her to fly. This dragon wasn't normal or docile. She was more over those limits now. What she has become was forbidden of her nature. You wanted to see who I really am. Her voice echoed as it was hallow and deep. I will show you who I really am! Let me show you why I locked up my real identity. Let me show you the destruction I can cause from unleashing a greater power. Let me show you what I mean by fear. I will show you what fear really is. Mark my words young selverns of Carderon, I will show you why I kepy myself locked up for centuries. You will see why I had pertained the way I was for thousands of years—and when I do, you will remember all the hardships and inforgotten memories I had shown you. You will learn why I shall not be prolonged and inforgotten of the past of the destruction I had caused. When I casued D-Day. When I gave up on you to show... who I truely am! The King of the entire world stood at the far end as he watched his dragon and herd her words. "I mark them all, my dear. And prove to me your destined ways of unleashing your power. Show me... who you truely are!" The dragon came to his words as the rows of teeth portrayed out of her mouth, overlapping other teeth that struck out of the jaw. She has turned and changed into a monster of the hallow. A creature far expecting too much damange to be done—and too much to be restored. "Shiék vërn kioss veín. Wienf göilf fortëss sund revënt." the King spoke in the language known to all Carderians. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 25 2009, 09:58 PM Post #4 |
Suicide Missionary
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"Kásh Ýen æden." James said to Seth. She growled in response, YES! Armor covered her body - Legendary Armor that spoke of the death-defying ways of her kind. The black armor glowed and she spiraled upward. James screamed, "Äntl ßlof Pten!" He clutched the spike before him. "Skeevages! Hide away your anger! Aid us! Aid us and I shall grant you freedom!" |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 26 2009, 12:59 AM Post #5 |
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His voice was deep and hallow, with a small hiss. "Härlvien dü vadurg, sheil und vay deis íffen. Kiv dûn shveil hadiegenià jûviereon, sin verg dü vïsk dail vay DECEVIÄN! Sho shieffl vêrg shitzl düen vist shitzin." Enraged and filled with anger, he began to portray his fathers' control and entity—and the need to fullfill his command, expanding it further. The dragon titled her wings gliding at the side. Folding her wings in, she gently shifted her body over as her speeds began to increase as she tilted her nose to the ground. Wings close-pinned to her flanks, she unfurled her wings, snapping them open as she came close tact with the ground. Debris and dirt flew up into the air, tail hammering into the ground with blunt force, weilding more debris and dust into the air, creating a large hole in the ground. I hear your words, her voiced rung through the wind. Her voice was deeper than ever, creating a shallow tone to her voice. The pounding beats of her wings were herd for several miles from the force being pushed on both of her wings as she thrust them at her flanks. She could only flap both every so often for her size is to massive for her wings to flap on occasion or every ten seconds. Gliding across the land, she flew across the army of deadly worriors. Worriors not known to an Corderon being. They were called Undead Worriors and Plague Knights and the Crypt. Looking up to her, staring at her with the turqoise-blue, acidic-green eyes, and their crimson eyes. The turqoise-blue were of the Undead, as the acidic-green of the Plague, the crimson belonging to the Crypt. All wore armor, with a symbol ethched into the chest of each, the symbols of three different worriors: Undead, Plague, and Crypt. All pertaining to where their ranks and places in the war were. She looked down at the massive army, her belly barely skinning against the horde. The Undead Horde was about to march onwards to Tharos and Illavian; the two regions of Corderon that harbor near Gedda and Verdair. This war was of power, domination, control, and the fight for a King. The King has been chosen, but the King of the Legion Reich didn't stop for an answer. "I will not let down to a futile being. My power is under my control. Giving me the strength to put you down, Del'andir. Your leadership is almost over. And my reign is only the beginning of the seige." he spoke once now in the native language of English. Hearing the beats of his dragon, over to the left, a dragon's wing rose over the side of a ledge, with the fingers at the second joint (the joint that holds the four frames or bone fingers) of the wing grappled the ledge, pulling her body over the ledge. Slammering her front paws on the ledge, half of the ice crippled and fell from the massive force from her paws hammering the ledge. Her head dipped and hung low over the edge of the reef of the ledge, eyes narrowed on the rider. Teeth protruding (visable) outside of her maw—closed and open. Two of her bottom teeth were larger than any of her other teeth, extending to 3-feet, as the others were nearly 7-9 inches long. Her skull based head was formed that of a skull, little skin over the head. This was the true form of his dragon. This was the true image of what came to be known as, Mutainy. She had projected and released the full truth of what she came known for. What she had lived as for this image of her true self was now released. You asked for who I really am. I am an Aryan, but truely a Syndeath. A dragon of complete war and syngful ways—and the lust of death, fear, and blood. I now show you who—I—truely—am! Her body was nothing but flesh and bone. A boned dragon or in other words, a skeletal dragon. Bone Dragons, or Syndeath Dragons, are boned dragons, but more over complicated than the normal. Mutainy is an Aryan Dragon, but a parent was a Syndeath Dragon. She was a hybrid of both, but took more over the Aryan Dragon than the Syndeath. "Tell me, dragon, why now?" he asked. The dragon looked at him with her scourging ways, eyes narrowed. Hissing, she rose her head, raising her wings to her side. Her wings brushed her flanks as they were coiled up near both flanks. Closing her mouth shut tight, she unfurled her wings to a re-sounding boom as her membrane cracked from the wind breaking in through the wings—and the thrusting of snapping her wings open. Bringing them close to her side, she tipped off the ledge, dropping, unfurling her wings to a loud crack as she pulled her body and snout up, reverting her wings in the opposite direction, landing on her back first, then the front. Landing near the King, she lowered her head, nose close to his face to where he can feel the heat radiating from her nostrils. I do this now for I am tired of hiding. I am tired of keeping who I am imprisoned in a camp. Imprisoned for thousands of years. I couldn't contain the trueself of my own image. I had to release it from it's imprisonment and being abandoned far too long. "Tell me how this came upon you?" he asked her. "Tell me why you had to inprison it." She rose her head, her left paw rising, hammering to the ground as she took a stance, head high, chest raised. I will tell you why. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 26 2009, 08:00 PM Post #6 |
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Seth growled and her eyes flared,IT IS TIME! She roared. James clutched the spike before him. The skys erupted in fire and the battle of war, the siege of Death was growing. Seth's eyes glwoed a bright green... Spikes tore from her head, making a crown like resmblance. She roared and her tail ahmmered against the firey inferno. She snarled and gave out a war cry, James answering along with her. The sound of pain and retubution.They will pay! James roared out over the lands through Seth,They will pay for there treachery! We shall show them we are not to be contained! Not to be controlled! Fire roared and lashed out of the core. The mountain that grew from it, Annibyl, seemed larger and darker as shadows were cast upon it. ßrenÝ! Cen ántl ßenÎ senÝ Òndel ÿenl ╒ã! James screamed and the jails in Tronif began to cast into flame and explosion. The prisoners let free. The sky burned black and Seth's rage grew. As did James'. The fire grew birghter, and then... An explosion. IT went off and pulses of Ragnorok came from Seth, like sound waves from a radio tower, but more stronger. She threw back her head and roared. Spikes tore from her spineal cord and her claws grew in length. Sharper. Markings floressed ehr body and the Bones on her inside turned deep black, green lettering inking onto them. She became industructivble to all but the Virliex metal. Her chest plated armor of scales grew darker black and much tougher. Spikes tore from her back and glistened in the fire. Her roar broke through the sound barrier, a calling. A dragon answered the call.. A lethal Dragon. James smiled and called out,Gendel! The Dragon roared louder in repsonse and his tail struck the air, like a rudder he hiovered before James and Seth. The rider saluted James with his two fingers,"I see.. It is time." You know what is to be done? "Shut them down from the inside!"Her answered and then his dragon left with him. Explian what is to come.. Explain why we do this.James asked Seth,Explain why we are forsaken? |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 26 2009, 11:23 PM Post #7 |
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For thousands of years, my King, I have been hiding under this mural image I call a feckless and futile creature of an Aryan. I am truely indeed an Aryan, but my true image is that of a hybrid of both Aryan and a Syndeath. My father was a Syndeath for my mother being an Aryan. All my siblings died, except for me. I rebeled against the disease of the Radien and Immersion, controlling it well known to my body. I was rebellious to many things and my parents never stood up. For centuries I have been imprisoned in this mural, my mirror now being broken. I have regained my strength on what I am now. Years passed and I came to know a rider, Hil-Ganiel. He was a past king of Corderon, taking control over the passive years, promising what the men and worriors of the Crypt, Undead and the Plague. All recieving what they wanted: desperation, control, power, domination, damnation, and survival. Hil-Ganiel was a rider of the Syndeath breed, making him a Synidan. Evians held greater power in the store of balance, and in order for me to do so, I have to project a false image of my true identity, for if my true self was to ever be known, I would have died there then than to be here now. I hold more than you know, King. And as I, your dragon, being yours, I will show you what I can bring. What desreuction and damage that can be done, but never restored. I will show you what and who I truely am. Only this, shall you give me what I want... from you. "And what is that, dragon?" he asked her. Your life for mine. A bond of your life. Death to death. Flesh to flesh. Bone for a life. Mind for a soul. Life for a living. Your flesh and blood with become of mine, as me of you. I will be living under your corderence and apprentince, as for you live under me. My flesh and body with be that of yours, not to command, but to present as of power. The King looked at her crossly, trying to thing of this deal. This pact. This bond she was speaking of. "Then I give." She rose her head low to his, the heat from her nostrils radiating from the inside. A smile brewed on her face, raising her head once more. It is done, my King. Let this pact, be once and truely, a Synge Bond! Radiating from her chest, a turqoise-blue light gleamed a brighter color, beams of light persued through the imural light. Bands of the strained color laced around her body, the profound image of the bonial structure being condensed and tied with the blue light clinging to parts of her bones, radiating the blue light. Specks of an acidic-green clung as well, only the blue being well projected. Oopening her mouth, mists of the turqoise-blue lifted from her jaws as the light in her body gleamed brighter from the lambent color being evacuated through her jaws. The mists rose from her maw, rising and then casting away to nevertheless of specks of air, dulling as it rose. The armor on the King's body became more durable and bold, more compact and cohesive. It was inpenterable and indestructable. Made from the metal known as Synile. Strong as Selvern, but more durable and brawn than Selvern. Synile was more indestructable than Selvern itself. The second main reason why Syndeaths were not allowed in Corderon, or in any land on the planet. Your now my Synidan. My pact mount. My flesh and bone! Mutainy smiled, or to say, the split of her: Synile Annibal (or just Synile/Syn). |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 27 2009, 04:21 PM Post #8 |
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(lolz.syne./.. syne.. ahjaha!!!!!) Seth roared and her voice was turned to a screech asound like many Demons screaming at once. As if someoen had hooked a many flutes and piccolos up to a high powered amp and played the highest note possible out of tune. It shattered glass and many covered there ears at the sound. Spikes tore from her spinal chord and down her back. She snarled and screamed that scream again. Breaking the sound barrier many times over. We will show you! You ask of us what we can do?! You expect from us more then you can take! Then so be it! To fullfill your requirment, your words, your demands, we shall become what is forbidden! what is forsaken! Will we show you who we truly are! For his name is spoken on the battle field! though you do not notice it! Elder Elites, it is time you face OUR judgment! We will show each of you what War really means! We are what is the true death and war! We are the cause and we are the effect! Hide as cowards and we shall find you! You cannot hide from us! We are the gods of this realm! We willt rack you down and kill you! We are the true rulers! your power is pitiful against ours! You will die! And Lediarians will be free of your treachory! I am the daughter of Necuxel! I speak all truth! My Father has been murdered by your kind! You have killed Mychel and ArchAngyl, now fave the consequnces! Face us! Face WAR! I am the last of mine kind! I am the Synwar! I am the Lethal Syne! I am Synogis! The last ran gin the air with the true voice of the last one. The forsaken beats of ages, the Dragon whom started the wars and then stopped the,. the dragon found only in the book Heldran. The Dragon forgotten. She goes by many names. But none but her know her true name.. They call me Ekaja! They call me Hara! They call me Ignama! They call me Jagger! Thye call me Jenness! They call me Kalima! they call me Kisni: Killer of Daemons! Oh tthis wasnt over yet... |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 28 2009, 04:03 AM Post #9 |
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(Ha ha. Yeah!) Raising her head, she flared her chest as her wings unfurled from her flanks, snapping open with a loud crack like that of a whip. And I... I am Synile Annibal. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Jan 29 2009, 01:07 AM Post #10 |
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I AM VALKVIDAR!!!! Seth roared. |
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| Vaelyis | Jan 29 2009, 09:41 PM Post #11 |
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"Annibal?" the King smiled.The King admired the name, including the first: Synile. My name originated from the language we call the Edernal Syn. Some say Archam Syn. Synile means Genocidal Sin and Annibal means Fear, she replied to the King. And who may I ask I am speaking with? The King smiled, dipping his head as his pitch black hair dangled, draping down his face. "I... am Marcus." Synile smiled at his name. We suited for a King of Corderon. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 3 2009, 02:27 PM Post #12 |
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It was like C-4 had exploded oin the air, filling the skies with such turmoil. Seth had taken indvidual atoms of Nitrogen and Pure Oxegen and combined them, adding Ragnorok into it creating the explosion of the fire aroura. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 3 2009, 09:52 PM Post #13 |
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A language called Seethen. Seethen of a rider, and Seethen of the spoken. Synile added. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 3 2009, 10:23 PM Post #14 |
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Seth roared.. She smiled,It is time!! She landed, her claws and mass creating cracks in the road. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 4 2009, 06:23 PM Post #15 |
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You are, my King, are a Seethen. Synile added. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 5 2009, 05:21 PM Post #16 |
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Jame accpeted the change and said,I will wait for you.. For I make my final run, I will stay with you, Decay with you. 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. Seth growled.. losing control... Seth snarled and bared her teeth. 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..... Seth roared and threw back ehr ehad. Spikes tore from her back and she shook her ehad vioelntly. James looked at her and then fell to his knees, holding his ehad he screamed,We must take a stand! Seth answered... Seth roared and her voice was turned to a screech asound like many Demons screaming at once. As if someoen had hooked a many flutes and piccolos up to a high powered amp and played the highest note possible out of tune. It shattered glass and many covered there ears at the sound. Spikes tore from her spinal chord and down her back. She snarled and screamed that scream again. Breaking the sound barrier many times over. [/I]We will show you! You ask of us what we can do?! You expect from us more then you can take! Then so be it! To fullfill your requirment, your words, your demands, we shall become what is forbidden! what is forsaken! Will we show you who we truly are! For his name is spoken on the battle field! though you do not notice it! Elder Elites, it is time you face OUR judgment! We will show each of you what War really means! We are what is the true death and war! We are the cause and we are the effect! Hide as cowards and we shall find you! You cannot hide from us! We are the gods of this realm! We willt rack you down and kill you! We are the true rulers! your power is pitiful against ours! You will die! And Lediarians will be free of your treachory! I am the daughter of Necuxel! I speak all truth! My Father has been murdered by your kind! You have killed Mychel and ArchAngyl, now fave the consequnces! Face us! Face WAR! I am the last of mine kind! I am the Synwar! I am the Lethal Syne! I am Synogis! The last ran gin the air with the true voice of the last one. The forsaken beats of ages, the Dragon whom started the wars and then stopped the,. the dragon found only in the book Heldran. The Dragon forgotten. She goes by many names. But none but her know her true name.. They call me Ekaja! They call me Hara! They call me Ignama! They call me Jagger! Thye call me Jenness! They call me Kalima! they call me Kisni: Killer of Daemons! But no! I will tell you who I am! I am VALkVIDAR! 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 5 2009, 06:29 PM Post #17 |
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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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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 8 2009, 10:27 AM Post #18 |
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Seth smiled and James backed up, this smile on Seth was one he couldn't determine of good.. or bad. Seth grolwed and grabbed a hold of him, leapoing in the air, her wings already open. James quickly clmibed into the saddle and held on as much as he could. Seth roared and twisted her wings joints, reverting them around. she growled and snapped her wings to her sides, gaiing altittude as she climbed in the air. The wind passed over her like water does a fish as it swims. Until she snapped open her wings. A loud crack of sound erupted as her wings stopped the air flow. She slowed but once she regained control, she picked up speed. Her tail hammering from ide to side like a rudder. James clenched the saddle horn, Seth's spikes to big for him to hold onto now. The saddle glowed and James groaned in disposition. Chains began to wrap up the saddle, the Straps stronger and at the bottom it was like two straps held togetehr with one chain. Seth shook her head violently and James had to hold both the reins and the saddle horn to avoid plummeting to his death. Seth smiled and landed on a large outcropping, overlooking the area. She spoke,Ready? "I don't really have a choice.."James said, in fear. Seth smiled,Just like old times my ValkVirian.. Seth roared and moved all her wight forward, till she was diving off the edge of the cliff. Her wings pinned tightly to her side. James smiled slightly, but he didn't relax. Seth rolled her eyes, Now how to you presume to enjoy a flight, if you are always so tense? James smiled, remebering those words from what seemed as so long ago, but was only a year. He relaxed and Seth pulled out of the dive quickly. Her underbelly, claws, and tail struck the ground, bringing up gravel, dust, and debris. Seth snarled and said, James, do not fear what I do next. She then gained altitude, and then, twisated her wiongs in her sockets, hovering. She then tipped forward, her whole unstable wieght on her wings, till her wings snapped shut at her sides. She plummeted to the ground and James had to restrain from crying out. Seth rammed right through the ground. James had his eyes closed, once he opened them, he stared in awe and pure amazment. The world around him glittered with light as Seth hovered in the large room. Something was strange though. James looked around, seeing the different shapes, and desighns. Differnt patterns, but that wasn't it. There was something more, much more, something he'd never seen in his life before. Seth smiled,Color my heart. what you see is what the world denied you. What Earth denied you. It is not your fault, nor your mother's or father's. But fate itself. It is what makes you unique in a way, you are probabaly the only one in your family who has had this gift renched away. But James, I can show you color. I can show you colors you have never dreamed of. And I will show you. but you must do one thing.. "I know.."James said, now looking at Seth. she was stil black, but something was different. The markings on her body, the words, were Amythest purple and midnight blue. Seth smiled,You see it don't you? The midnight blue is Murdarian, the amythest purple, Hovacian. James nodded. Seth glided through the Cavern of the Black Waters, letting James enjoy the feeling that a ValkVidar shares, always, with their ValkVirian, the feeling, of being alive. we have a promise to fullfill, we must find the gem. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 8 2009, 08:44 PM Post #19 |
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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 9 2009, 07:59 PM Post #20 |
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"I.. I have it!!"James excaliemd. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 11 2009, 05:32 PM Post #21 |
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Blind not for so long. Synile spoke. "It's bad enough our family has bad vision," Marcus replied. Synile's wings restelled as she began to fly lowering towards a cliff ledge, body lowering, escalting downwards. Wings out to their full extended length her wings came out in front of her, the finger on the main wing joint grappling the cliff's side, the other counter acting with the action. Wings holding her body up, her paws came slamming at the edge as well, her back hind legs holding support from below. Joints piveting in the sockets of the wings, the wings beant as her body was being raised over the ledge with the help of her front legs pulling herself up and the push of the back hind quarters. Pulling her body over the ledge, Synile's tail hammered the side of the cliff, debris and ice shelfs cracking, breaking and falling down to the bottom grounds. Wings helping her walk down the slope, she lifted them gently up to her flanks, resting them there, tucked soundly. Restling her wings for a brief moment, all was still in the lands. Nothing but snow drizzling and ice chunks cracking and colliding to the frozen ground below. Shaking her body violently, ice cicles fell from her bones from the sudden violent impuleses being sent through her body. Skin waved from side to side as it dangled there from the bones they clung and latched to. Synile began to coursly walk through the upper ridge of the land, rider sitting on the spinial column of her back, near the ridge of the neck. Synile stopped to a near ledge, claws graping the ledge, sinking in as they curved over the rim of the cliff, taking pieces and chunks of the ice shelf. You see, my child, not all is blank in your mind. Synile spoke in a soft, calm tone. Let me show you! Synile smiled as her eyes glowed a clear, glassey white. A turquoise-blue glow radiated in the middle of her chest as her whole body glowed with the words "Shüvlêick Vein," coming from Marcus' mouth, the sight being transferred to him, coming from his own dragon. Now do you see? Do you see nature's given beauty? Synile asked. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 13 2009, 07:10 PM Post #22 |
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James pulled a smakk bkacjk gem from his pocket.. the light shone off it and Seth nodded. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 13 2009, 09:09 PM Post #23 |
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Eyes glowing a turquoise-blue, his vison gleamed through as his pupils and cornia began to produce a vison being created from his dragon. An image being produced through his eyes. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 13 2009, 10:35 PM Post #24 |
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James gave it to her. She held it carefully betweenm her teeth. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 14 2009, 12:50 PM Post #25 |
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Now, your ability to see now is not of this bond, but of me breaking a rule. Synile added. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 14 2009, 01:45 PM Post #26 |
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Seth swolloed. Sirliyn flesh gripped it close to her heart... 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, 05:12 PM Post #27 |
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Brothers to the End
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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 15 2009, 10:40 AM Post #28 |
Suicide Missionary
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James felt broken.. seth was confused..and then.. You want it all gone? "All of it but my mother, you, vyrdaria.. "James answered. What of.. He cut her off,"Buried so deep I can;t find it!"Rage chanelled his voice and he looked up..Seth nodded,"Now.. Give me a rason to live.. please."James said. 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. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 15 2009, 03:54 PM Post #29 |
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Brothers to the End
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Now, you will remember me and nothing but I or anything that has happened in recent years. Under this procision, I ask of one thing. Who am I? Synile asked she spoke to Marcus. And who are you? Marcus looked up at her as his vision was not a blur. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Looking down, he came up to the courage to do so. "I... am Marcus and you.. are Synile. Synile Annibal." Very well done, Synile smiled. "What of I? Marcus asked. "How am I supposed to gain it all back again?" You... cannot have it all back again. It is all gone. 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? 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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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 02:23 AM Post #30 |
Suicide Missionary
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But Seth.. Was not Seth.. She roared and reared, eyes bright. Her scales hardening.. James backed up in fear,"Seth?" The Dragon, who had been his, was now changing.. She snarled, slammed her front paws down, crouching low to the ground she snapped her jaws at James, hissing. Eyes glowing, she growled, Spikes tore from her flesh and her tail whipped past James. She snarled and snapped her jaws again, fangs and teeth overlapping her upper and lower lip. Her eyes went vermilion, black acid like venom dripped from her jaws, it struck the ground, smoke rising, then it froze, like ice. Seth snarled, but this wasnt Seth and James knew it. She growled and raised up on her hind legs. Tail striking the ground with the blunt force. Her claws sharper. She snarled and snapped her jaws, cracking them open to their fullest she roared. The wing bone of her wing grew, she reached her maxim size, snarling, eyes glowing. The fingers on her wings now claws. The clawed foot of the wing, used to grab a hold on buildings and objects curled into a long finger, snarling she lowered her head to her chest. She roared, arching her back and streatching her neck out. She thrashed her head and snarled, DEATH! She lowered her head, James backed up in fear. Seth lept in the air. James fell back from the sudden rush of air as Seth's wings fought against it and pushed him down.. Then.. She was gone. James looked in the sky, getting up, looking for a sighn of his Dragon, but couldn't find any.. Not a black speck in the sky, not a snarl, not a growl.. Nothing. He looked everywhere.. Lightning flared.. And then.. She came, a roar and he looked up. Nothing.. Then something landed behind him, he felt it.. The weight hitting the ground. He turned slowly and looked up at his Dragon,.. Seth snarled, teeth overlapping her lips, blood dripped from her jaws, as well as Vermylion. She snarled, eyes bright and flaring with vermilion fire. She lowered her head and snapped her jaws. James forze... Seth growled and sniffed at him, raising slightly on her hind legs, her claws skimming the ground. She growled, her toungue flicked out, she tilted her head to the side and placed a clawed foot on the ground, flat. The long bones flat on the gorund as the sharp claws dug in. Each bone of ehr body was deep black, flesh stood, rotting on her flesh, hanging. Blood dripped and water as well. Lightning flared again and she growled. James tried to back up, but Seth's gaze held him.. Forcing him to stay.. She snarled, not speaking aloud.. Then James relaized, this wasnt Seth. Seth was diferent.. This Dragon.. Her mind... There are 10 stages, boy.. She spoke, The first, is Death, then Rebirth, Remorse, Revenge, Redemption,Homicide, Syne, war, Coruption.. And then.. Control. She snarled and raised her head, I am Satherone, the Dragon of the abyss, the Dragon of nightmare. I am from the deepest depths of the abyss, I am Fear and coruption. She lowered down, tilting her head, a snarl forming, wrinkling her muzzle, her breath washed over James, smelling of rotting flesh and blood, You.. You are my Vidrin, my heart, I am your spirit. You belong to me, James Ryan Jericho Lector. You are mine, and through you, I will show my deadly power.. I will preform acts that were thought inavoidable. I will show you what you are, what you always have been. I will teach you, and you will show me what you can do. I have saved you, now, you must show me, That what I have done, you will accpet and not underestimate. That I have made the right choice. For it was either you.. Or your brother. "Brother?"James asked. You do not know of him? Her head tilted to the side again, You have forgotten. Satherone growled. She raised her head, Maybe, Fate will bring you together again, in the meantime... James backed up in fear and Satherone growled, the rain grew in intensity and thunder clouds apeared overhead. She snarled and spoke, Vyrdaria.. The main land, the home world, the main city, Serra, it is corrupt, always corrupt... Its allie sister, Verray, it is falling. But you.. you and I, are its savior... Why do we fight? I will tell you why child, becasue it is nature. We fight for power, streangth, for the war and the adrenline.. For the act of doing.. And we are no different. Do you not feel a sense of pleasure as you take down an enemy? Feel his blood on your blade? That is what makes us alive, Vidrin, that is what kills us as well. But now, You know, The Darkness grows in you.. Soon, by your twnety first birthday, it will be unleashed and you will know what power is.. You will grow with it. Just as you always have. Your mother never knew.. Never expected it.. But she knew something of the likes would happen, that you would beome a tool of war, you would fight.. Fight in war. Become War. A Homicidal killer of intense ability. But you hide.. You hide because you are afraid! You no longer never again need to be afraid, never again will you hide! I will not allow it! I will show you what I can do.. If you show me what you can. James looked at Satherone,"I.. Am a tool? Is that all I am to you?" No, James, Vidrin, You are more.. You are my life, I choose you for what you can do, for what you are. Not for a puppet. You are not a marienette to me, some silly toy on strings.. You are my life, without you.. I am nothing. Satherone spoke. James backed up, eyes bright and afraid. Satherone growled,Fear is only the begining child.. I am fear, I am the darkness that brewed in you when you were a child. Seth.. Sehtla meesha, your mother's dragon.. She knew, she told Razen.. She can be reborn James.. But only with her rider may she live again.. But not as a ValkVidary, not of our kind.. But as one of those that Razen is accustomed too.. You are mine, belonging to me.. You are my soul, I have stolen your breath, given you new life.. But you must pursue your path.. It is your chocie.. Now take it. Death.. Or life? I will not influence you either way, in the end.. I win. For I hold your soul. In my eyes, you are a complexity of abyss chasim. Winding in every way, twisting and turning. Never ending death and war.. I want to know.. To see what you can do.. With my power, you will grow... And if ever your mother.. Or any of your family shall see you.. May the unreal, futide, futile, hallucinate, Gott have mercy on their soul.. But then, you may awake.. Awake and surface from the water.. But when I am done with you.. She smiled.. A vile hideouse smile.. The flesh of her lips rising over the gum and showing her teeth, You may not be so... Cooperative. James backed up in fear... Satherone smiled, You should fear me.. Fear will drive you. You are mine James Ryan Jericho Lector.. And nothing will stop us.. Nothing will stand in our way.. We are rival. Her words echoed, and James was revolted at first,"How?"He asked. Satherone growled, Watch... Her voice melted away.. James' black and white world faded black.. Then.. He saw images.. Black and white.. A voice spoke, two of them, one was Satherone's.. The other.. He didn't Remeber.. But he had heard it before.. The voice of Razen? Perhaps.. But he didn't know..Nigh did he know the name of his mother.. Darkness.. It lives in us all.. Do you see it? See what we have done? These mortals deserve no life, these..Humans. They deserve death! You are war.. You are not a tool, but war itself.. My soul.. I have taken yours, And you will earn it back.. I am not forth giving.. Taking back upon my word is not in my nature. I take what I do, but in receivemt you gain power.. Streangth. I am an abyss of darkness.. I am what drives you forward. Every move looked at from every point by I.. The abyss. The death and destruction.. Do you see the beauty of Destruction? The devastation of it? The power it holds? It's beautifull.. But it is dangerouse. Your soul does not any longer belong to you. You have my heart, and it grows, giving streangth. But you must embrace it. Why do youy fight? Is it for power? Or force? No.. You fight because you love it.. You kill because you Love it. You are a murderer.. A killer, a mas smurderer, A serial killer in the making. We will force upon you power you never dreamed of! We will show you what power is, what drives you forward, to live as a Foresaken each day.. You will see what goes on. No more lies. All you see now.. Is truth. You have been blind.. Blind to the truth.. Now.. Awaken! Be reborn! Be welcomed home! Become The Darkness! Become the Vidrin you are meant to be! What Seth fortelled in her vision of the future, prove to those who know you but don't that you can be much more then meets the eye. Show how far the abyss really is.. Show how it holds no bounds.. How it is like the eye of a Dragon.. With no end. The depth and wisdom of I, the streangth and power of I, shown in an abyss, will reflect in you. Show the world my child.. That we are not toys to be played with.. Simple children to be yelled and critisized at.. That we are the abyss... Satherone's voice melted above Razen's.. Becoming all James heard.. If you stare long into the abyss.. You will find that the Abyss shall stare back at you! James opened his eyes.. He saw Satherone.. One large black eyes fixed on the two of his eyes. The black eye.. He felt like he could reach forward.. Fall into the abyss of her knowledge.. Her psychitric being.. Fall into her abyss.. Become one with her.. Fall into the abyss.. Everything was sharper.. Clearer. He could see, not in color.. And he asked,"Do we dream in black and white? Or do we dream in color?" What differnece does it make? Satherone spoke, We are no longer pawns.. She lept in the air, leaving the ground behind. James watched her rise in the sky, spiraling upward. Her eyes deep vermilion, her scales bright against the dark rain filled sky. Lightning flared. Shadows lept around James. He watched the scene unfold around him.. Bones, the dead, skulls of the slain. Spears lay on the ground, swords stuck into dead bodies. The rain gone.. It was dry.. The aior dry. The land died, reavealing sand. James walked forward. This was not an illusion. He walked forward, looking up for Satherone.. But she was not in the now clear sky.. The sun blazed down and he tried to hide away from it. Wanting to be free. His black hair dangled infront of his face as he walked, searching for a sighn of Satherone. But she eluded him. Even in his mind.. "Satherone.."He said. No sign shown of her. But then, a voice spoke. He sensed Satherone's psychatric being again, but didn't see her, didn't see a shadow.. Only endless bloody sand, Pass the test James.. Pass.. And you live. "That's not fair!"James yelled,"I can't!! I don't understand!" Learn. You don't need to understand.. And you can.. You are just choosing to not try. Now.. Find your way home! For what doesn't kill only makes you stronger! Her voice faded and James screamed her name. But that psychatric side was gone.. He began to walk... Mirages filled his vision.. He struggled to stay standing, walking through the sand. He had left the blood and death behind him. Trying to find out what he was to do. But it aluded him. The answers never coming. Each mile he went, it only dragged him deeper into the dark world he felt. He groaned and fell. Looking up at the sky he screamed, but no answer. No help from the lethal Satherone. James tried to stand, amnaging.. He felt weak.. USeless, spent. He kept going though. Pushing past his limits. He snarled, not giving in to the pain that threatened to drag him down. He lookednup as he felt a rush of cold air.. But no Dragon. He looked downhearted.. Till he saw it.. Snow. The ice.. temperatures dropping quickly. He kept moving, soon trudgeing through snow and ice. The cold was bitter, but he didn't feel it. He kept going, moving swiftly. He looked around him. Then at the sky. He saw lights.. Northern lights... But these in color. And he stared in awe.. Stopping his movment forward. He spoke,"Color.. Am I dreaming?" No.. You are not. Satherone's voice came. James looked up for her. But couldn't see her. She was in no sighn of view. Not a black speck.. Only her voice.. Her voice showed the abyss he was in now, You are alive.. You are awake. James, you see in color, you just don't know it. This color, it's a strange thing for you. But you see through me now. Do you know what I wnated you to know? To learn? "Yes.."The answer dawned on James,"I know..." Then what is it? "That.. Dreams are sacred... That no matter how far away I am from you, I can keep going until I do find you. That you are my abyss.. that you are my sanctuary, my vermilion colored blood. That I wont let this build up inside of me.. That If I stare into the abyss.. If I stare Long into the Abyss.. The abyss will stare back at me.. "That I have nor eason to fear anyone anymore. That you are my life and my soul is yours, I am bound by law and word.. And no one can change that. I am war driven into madness.. A legion of thine own deveolping madness.. A homicidal serial killer..." Satherone's voice sounded amused,You learn well.. Now.. LEts see how you react now! A roar splitt he soundbarrier many timesover and James turned, eyes looking up at the sky. He saw Satherone, coming.. She snarled, jaws open in a roar she grabbed hold of him in her ajws and fle upward, dropping him out of her mouth, she grabbed him in her claws and didn't let go. Jame shissed, trying to get free. He held on with all his lfie depending on it. Then climbed up ward, wriggling free of her grasp. She shot a confused glance at him. James clambered into the saddle at the base of her neck. The saddle was intrict... IT was made of the same metal as her armor that covered her flesh rotting bones. It was black as the abyss, Avyian writing inking onto it. Deep purple in color, almost blending into the black armor. A bar was at his right, one he could hold onto. There were no leg straps to hold him in the saddle. He looked aorund for reins, finding them he grabbed a hold. The reins wound down toward the front of her chest, circled uward, crossing in an 'X' at the front of her chest and were attached with metal rivets at her horns on the sides of her head. The saddle had a starp that wound behind Satherone's front legs, winding underthem in a loop, formin another 'X' at her lower chest and wrapping upward to the main metal piece of the saddle. James held on and Satherone smiled,Hold on. She twisted in the air, twisting a comlete 360 degrees over and ver, in a spiraling motion, she tilted upward, flying upward toward the dark colored sky. Her wings thrust open from her sides, the light of the aoura reflecting against her metal armor and bones of rotting flesh. The light relfected in her abyssian eyes. She roared and said, Vidrin.. I am not ValkVidarian.. I am Abyssian! James was confused, A vidrin.. The rider of an Abyssian! I am the higher legion of ValkVidary, the creator and master.. The only Abyssian alive! James clutvched the bar at his right and held the reins in his other hand. Satherone's roar erupted as her jaws cracked open. Her winsg puiveted and she tilted froward, spiraling downward, she roatated her wings quickly in their sockets, piveting and jerking, so that for a span of a heart beat.. She was parrellel with the ground. Then, she shot forward, all weight focused, she rose from the dive, flying in a low crevice of a canyon. She swerved, dopging the outcroppins. The correlation and rule of Unifromitarism showing greatly.. How that the forces that changed Earth before are still the same as today. How, with correlation, the rocks on one side, matched the rock profile of the others on the oppsite side. Satherone snarled and kept going, her flight dragging her through the snow and icey land. She snarled and dived low as it dropped off.. Then.. She shot upward. Flying above the ground she flew higher till ice formed on her bones, till it reached eight hundred below zero. Then, she dived downward. James holding on for all he was worth. Satherone snarled and pulled out of the dive as she reached one hudnred feet above groundlevel.. She flew over water.. and endless ocean. Ice formed on the water and she dived downward into the water. Swiimg like a shark, she moved from side to side, her tail a rudder in the ice cold waters. The fins along her spine arched and allowed her to move mroe freely. Her wings open fully, cutting through the waters. She snarled and raised her head, eyes going above the water. James hissed in rage of the cold, discomfort filling him. Satheroen ignored him and dived downward again. She moved downward, forcing herself down as the water pressure grew.. Then she came upon a cave, an opening. She swam into it, now moving upward. Satherone let the current carry her. She raised her ehad above the water and crawled out of the water onto the wet rocks of the underground cave. James fell out of the saddle, coughing up water and trying to catch his breathe. Satherone shook the water from her bone structured body. Then looked at her rider, do you know where we are? "I have not an idea of what this place is."James answered, standing now. Satherone gave a curt nod,Thought so.. James, we are in the cave of the dead. This is the way into Vyrdaria. But we are not to be here to go home... "What? Then why did you drag me here?"James demanded. Satherone hissed,Watch the tone boy. "Sorry.."James apolgized. Satherone hissed in disproval but spoke not a word and said,I brought you here so that you may see what is to come.. So that you may see what is in store for you.. But I don't think you are ready.. So instead.. I have come to show you the words of truth... James nodded and follwoed Satherone as she made her way through out the labrinth of caves.Her tail gently flicking back and forth. James tried to keep up, not starying behind as a laggard and being clipped by the sharo horns on her tail. He followed, close to her front leg. Satherone's claws clicked on the tiled floor. The back claw, like a switchblade, clicked an echo of the first three. She seemed to let James do as he had, keeping up with at least eight strides of one of her own. AS they walked past the walls, they began to light. Words filling into them. James stared in awe at the words. The pillars stood, holding the ceiling up. James didn't know how tor eact. The ceiling was acrhed, pictures of Dragons flodded and inked the ceiling. The walls, at the bottom were inticate with fiery desghns. Words inked, spiraling up the pillars. They wrote on the walls. Satherone slowed before one wall.. James looked at it,"What is it?" You will see. Satherone answered simply. Then.. Words inked in vermilion red, like blood. In the darkness the seeds of good germinate, unfold, and grow upward toward the light. Vyrdaria is the land of paradox: in the light, there is darkness; in darkness is light. You will find very little absolute evil inside of Vyrdaria, for it is a realm of nature, formed from the lives of those who live. True evil exists only in the shadow of the man when he turns his back on the light of the sun. Remember the sun for it is your light, your guide. Remember the sun for it is as will always stand as the strangler of the demented wrong doings and the Fallen Angel of that ones who were wronged. Remember the sun as you would a long lost friend. And if one forgot about you, about your friendship, about the love of two friends, if they were to leave you and you were broken, tormented by thoughts and a diseased mind. If they left you and you were broken into a thousand pieces, all alone in a fiery world that would never let you rest. And everyday.. Every time you thought of their name, you cried so hard you couldn't speak, let alone breathe. Remember the sun. For it will bring you memories, the good, that you had of that person, that friend. Never let go of the sun, but cherish the black world around it as well... Cherish the dark world as it brings you to a death you cannot see or find. You feel your way, searching for the sun, searching for the friend you lost to unknown force. Watch the blind an fumble in his dark grasp and see, you are not the only one who has lost something, see that you are not the only who has been used by another. See that, as your best friend has left, she/he can laugh, can joke, and shrug off the pain that you would think that they would feel. But when they don't feel it; and you do. And it becomes more, you feel taunted, used broken. Abused and left to rot. Like a child who has been scolded; accused of a crime that you did not commit. Remember the sun. We have been betrayed.. Betrayed and now we will fight back. Betrayed by the desdiouse traitors of Syn and corruption. They turned on us.. Now.. Fight back. James looked at it in confusion. He read it a second time and then understood,"The Abyssians? This.. This explains it?" Yes my child. How we were brutslly abused and tormented by the thoughts of war, how even our closest friends abandoned us to die in the wastelands.. How we were lft in the underworld to die. But as it says.. We will fight! We will remeber the sun! Remeber how it turned black the day I was destroyed! How I shall enrage my Wrath on those living! The Wrath of the Abyss! James listened, and smiled... This was a new era for both worlds.. Worlds of Vyrdaria AND Earth.. Death had been woken.. A dragon of war and corruption. A Dragon whose mind was torn and destroyed. One who was wise, judgemental.. This was James' dragon.. The other.. sethla Meesha.. Was alive.. But her bones were rotting.. wasting away. Awaiting the day that Razen would live again.. Awaiting when she would be needed, when Razen would change her into one of Razen's kind. And James.. James would thrive off the death, destruction.. That would come with betrayed Satherone.. The destroyed Satherone.. The true and only Queen of the Abyss. The last Abyssian. This was not an awakening.. This was not the end.. This was only the begining of the end.. This was the Abyss.. (Who oo That was F-U-N to type!!!! Woot!! LMAO!!!) |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 9 2009, 09:49 PM Post #31 |
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Brothers to the End
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Feeling a sudden burst of change, Marcus wriggled on his dragon's spine, feeling a slight bit of aggravation and tension amongst Synile. (How could he know?) Staring down into the deep open air patches and hallows of her bone, he was what sparked his senses. Inside the hallows of the ribs the compressed light of the turquoise-blue mists began to heat and radiate more pensively, being more vital. Denizens of Lair wouldn't like the fact of Marcus riding a Syneath, nor the fact that even one is still living - two in fact. Possibly more. Synile hissed, Sythrin flourishing through her body, vitals increasing. The turquoise-blue mists rose above her bones and body, licking the air like fire. Steams was forced from her nostrils, the mists brewing with force behind. Her eyes glowed the merciless asphalt-black, her bones gently shifting as something began to stir in his dragon. Assault ready to happen, a series of raids was roused in her bones and conscience. What was happening to his dragon was uncertain, but Marcus knew well not to intervene. Snapping her jaws with force, a loud crack sounded from the joining of both bottom and opt jaw. Repeated hisses and clicks rose from the mouth of his Syneath, feeling rather tensed from the sense of the fact he was showing fear. Synile? She never suspected though, ignoring her rider as her development of the aggression and vitals began to grow increasingly. Marcus rose to his feet, balanced on the rim of her spine. Hissing, Synile looked back, eyes their daring color of anger and revenge. Defeat was the main course. I warned you, Synile spoke in a sick low, cold, and shallow tone. Marcus knew not to jump off nor aggravate his dragon even more than what she already was now. Glaring back at her, he sat back down on her spine, looking into the eyes of death of his dragon, showing no fear being presented. Marcus never replied to her comment, ignoring her. But, he was concerned with deep passions of his dragon, but his intentions were not clear to the sight but through her. Snarling, her veered her head forward lashing her tail violently against the ground like the ground had something to do with it, but it didn't. Violent tensions and impulses began to scurry their ways up her bones, into her mind. Corruption began at its worst. Cracking her mouth, teeth grading against one another, her jaws went to their full expansion. Arching her head back, the mists brewed even further into the throat and mouth, evacuating from the maw. Right then, her head lunged forward (still in place on the ground) releasing a splitting roar that broke through the sound barrier higher than reached in advantage to push. Eyes widening, he felt the budge of the impulse; he felt what his dragon was going through, but he had control of his. The impulse in his dragon came at surprise. Teeth rigid, serrated all the same, rows racked top and bottom jaw. Her eyes were only a fixture of light, no pupil, iris, cornea, the whole nine yards. Just light as everything else in her body was. It was the mere rouge coming upon his dragon. The need of blood and massacre. Holocaust bending into the mind of the breed. War driven madness slicing the mind of peace and tranquility. This wasn't the mere opposition of being blinded by fury. This was the dead-twist of fate and decimation. Where are you? her voice called in a low tone, like she was sensing another is near. Three-faces say you would come. Come to kill I and thine rider. Come to regain vengeance. But what is for all the sake and sanity when you only have little of it left? There was a low roar beyond the edges of the flourishing ice shelves. A roar breaking far to surpass the air and sky above. Marcus herd, but Synile... Synile wasn't affected at all. It was like she knew who it was. I know you're here, Sathylle. You and your rider. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 12 2009, 03:35 PM Post #32 |
Suicide Missionary
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Satherone hissed and snapped ehr jaws at James who stumbled back, He then stood straight. Satherone snarled and cocked ehr ehad to the side, sniffing at him she growled. Her toungue flicked out, I have but one question. "Yes?" James said. Will you ride? Taken aback, he thought, could he take on riding an abyssian dragon? Take the responsibilty and possible consequence? He raised a shaking hand and ten firmly placed it on Satherone's muzzle," I give, I will ride you. Through thick and thin, I will be by your side." Satheroen growled and raised ehr head, looking down at him with her vermilion and black eyes, Good! Because I cannot do this alone, and you are the only one I will EVER allow on my saddle! Her tail struck the earth in triumph, she smiled and crouched low, Get on my Vidrin. |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 19 2009, 10:11 PM Post #33 |
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Brothers to the End
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Come out now! she roared in demand, cracking the ice as her tail lashed against the frozen element. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 20 2009, 04:16 PM Post #34 |
Suicide Missionary
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Jame smsield and climbed into the saddle. |
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